#Maybe something connected to his obsession with power because by doing this he's stating he isn't affected even by his own death?

[pocchi-poket]

You know, I feel like we're not talking enough about the fact that Alastor has in his room a full reproduction (?) of a swamp-forest that's highly likely very similar to the one where he was killed. Talk about being morbid.

Edit: someone pointed out in the comments that the swamp-forest is called bayou. It's a kind of ecosystem in Louisiana.

#And he was eating a deer in it #And we know he kind of embraced his deer identity #Idk I feel like there is some symbolic meaning related to his feelings about his death that I'm not fully grasping #Maybe something connected to his obsession with power because by doing this he's stating he isn't affected even by his own death? #Which is an act as shown first of all by the panic attack he had when he did almost die against Adam #And second (if it's still canon) by his fear of dogs #Still I find this interesting #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #alastor hazbin #hazbin hotel alastor

[allisondraste]

I’ve seen various different posts on the website formerly known as Twitter and this one right here, discussing Gale’s behavior in romance as obsessive, possessive, and possibly codependent. And while I support everyone having their own interpretations and opinions, I do disagree, so I want to talk about it!

First— it’s so important to acknowledge that Gale is strictly monogamous. He is not someone who is comfortable with a partner having other partners. This is fine, and not inherently indicative of any unhealthy attachment styles. Wyll, Karlach, and Lae’Zel are also monogamous in a relationship.

Gale does struggle with some insecurity that at times bleeds it’s way into his romantic relationship, but isn’t a product of the relationship itself. His biggest insecurity is feeling like he isn’t enough (in general, not just for a romantic partner). Mystra had a way of making him feel like nothing he did was ever enough, he always needed to do more, to be more, and when he tried, when he made mistakes, she abandoned him.

Those are wounds that do not heal quickly, and so he needs quite a bit of reassurance from both friend and lover PCs that he’s fine just the way he is and that he doesn’t have to try so hard or pretend to be fine when he’s not.

He’s lonely. Due to his condition, Gale, who is an incredibly social person, had to hermit himself away from his friends and colleagues for over a year. Mystra was no longer interacting with him, and he was afraid to be around his mother because he didn’t want her to worry. His only company was Tara, and as much as he loves her, shes not a replacement for human or humanoid connection. Usually with folks who struggle with codependency and insecure attachment, there are long patterns of each of those things in all of their other relationships, but Gale seems to have had pretty healthy relationships, the Mystra situation being the exception, not the rule.

It excites him when he gets to travel with a group, have friends. It’s even more exciting to him when he finds someone who makes him forget the hurt Mystra has caused. Yet he still has to withdraw from even that because he does not want to put their life in danger. It is not until act 2 after Elminster has cast the incantation to calm the orb that Gale feels comfortable enough to give in to his feelings. And yeah! He comes in strong because he’s been holding it in. He’s been pining away, sad that he can’t let himself so much as kiss Tav or else he quite literally explode.

When you talk to Gale after his romance scene in act 2, you’re able to confront him about his feelings for Mystra, and he is very direct, stating that he does still have complicated feelings for her. Which makes SENSE. The game and Gale himself try to minimize Mystra as just his ex, but she is more than that. She is his groomer and abuser. Gale is traumatized, and it will likely take him the rest of his life to get over that. It’s not something that more time alone is going to heal. He needs a support system to help him. He needs his mom, his friends, and maybe even his new partner.

You can also ask him if he meant it when he said he loved you, and his answer is “I am many things to many people, but I am never one to throw the l-word around lightly.” He didn’t just say it on a whim. He thought about it, probably extensively. Judging from the dialogue we get, he’s aware that he is rushing to say it, and admits that it’s because he’s scared that he’s going to literally die tomorrow. It’s not a love bomb. It’s an “I need you to know this, just in case something happens to me.”

Once he doesn’t die in act 2, he simmers down. He becomes more concerned with curing his condition, he faces Mystra, he accepts that he doesn’t need to have godly power to be worthy of love and respect.

At the end of the game, he asks you if you’ll come back to Waterdeep with him, which is his way of proposing more or less, but its more that he wants to be home and he wants the person who has become so important to him to come with him, to meet his mom, to see his hometown. He wants them to want that too.

He’s a grown man, mid to late 30s, not a naive young person. He knows what he wants. He’s thought about it, extensively.

In my opinion, there’s nothing possessive, obsessive, codependent, or unhealthy about any of that.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #meta post

[spooklies]

# Invincible - Yandere Mark Grayson (PROFILE)

Type of Yandere: Mark would be overprotective as well as delusional when it comes to his darling. He'll convince himself that you need him for survival since in comparison to him, you're fragile. Of course there's obsession. He'll learn everything he can about you and more, maybe even some things you weren't aware of. When it came to his controlling side that played more into how delusional he can get. He'll convince himself that he's not controlling and that the only reason he's coming off that way is because of what he sees himself needing to do for your own good.

Love Language: Mark's love language would be touch as well as words of affirmation. He's someone that'll need constant reassurance or else his thoughts will spiral and for you that means he'll become more controlling than he already was. It's not hard for his darling to calm him when he's like this. All it would take is for darling to talk him out of it as calmly as possible and then he's back to a more manageable state. The same would be done the other way around. For example; if his darling was freaking out over something he had done, then he'd do everything in his power to reassure his darling in ways that worked in the past.

Their Biggest Fear: Like most yandere's, Mark's biggest fear is losing you completely. He doesn't care if that means making you resent him, as long as you're with him then he'll be okay.

Kidnapping: He would. But he wouldn't call it that. If a situation came where you were leaving him or your life was threatened by someone that could take your life then he would "bring you somewhere safe" where he could ensure your whereabouts 24/7.

How Easy is it to Escape?: Nearly impossible. Mark not only has superpowers but pretty overpowered ones to make things worse for you. I also see this depending on which version of Mark we're playing off. But in every version I'd say he's impossible to escape because even if you somehow manage to leave him then he'd just get someone else to find you with the many connections he has.

Punishment(s): It takes a lot for Mark to punish his darling but if he's ever pushed far enough his punishments will increase in intensity. All of his punishments would be physical. He'd slap you if you talked back to him enough which would be a part of his “lighter” punishments. If you kept leaving him then he'd incapacitate you in whichever way he sees fit. That could mean breaking your legs, locking you in the house, and even completely getting rid of your legs if he's well past his breaking point.

Difference to Other Yanderes: A lot of yandere's wouldn't want to purposely harm their darling but in Mark's case he'd go out of his way to which classifies him as a more extreme yandere (abusive in all forms). There's this certain disconnect with Mark and empathy so what hurts you won't affect him nearly as much as it should.

Additional Notes: Mark Grayson is a naturally caring person which in turn makes him gentle. If his darling were to give in and love Mark unconditionally then this side of him would be drawn out and more. He does, after all, love you. It’s only when he’s pushed beyond his limits where the dangerous side he tends to hide comes out. If his darling did what he wanted (even if his requests can get extreme) then Mark would closely resemble how he is in the show.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere invincible #yandere mark Grayson #yandere mark Grayson x reader #yandere invincible x reader

[charliewhaw]

What would vox reaction be if he knew about Lilith and all.

(Good question! I'm going to assume we're talking about if Lilith abused the fuck outta Al.)

Vox would drop his 'Fuck Alastor' mug. He wouldn't even glance down at it as it shattered at his feet. He would be in absolute shock.

"Alastor sold his soul?" He would say, dubious at first. But as the dots started to connect, he would begin to grin. "He's being tortured? By the queen of Hell?" His grin would turn to a laugh. "Oh-ho-ha-ha! This is rich!"

He would put on a fucking show about how hilarious he found it. But as the reality would begin to sink in, his amusement would slowly change and distort into something more disturbed.

Lilith wasn't just a demon. She was the first demon. She was powerful. She was strong. She was... torturing Alastor.

"Oh fuck," Vox would say, as it finally dawned on him just how bad this was. How brutal was the abuse? "Shit," he would say, as he realized how fucked Alastor’s situation probably was. How fucked Alastor was… She owned his soul. "Dammit!" He would yell, knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. For once, Vox would feel powerless. Lilith was a whole different ballgame than the overlord he was used to facing.

Alastor was his enemy. His arch-rival. The villain of Vox's story. But he used to be so much more than that. He still was.

Vox would then spend more time rigorously analyzing the videos he managed to capture of Alastor. Instead of obsessing over them, hate and anger in the forefront of his mind, his focus would become checking on Alastor's condition. He'd give himself headaches with how much he would squint, trying to see through Alastor's video distortions. Was Alastor limping? Did he just hold his side for a second? Was his smile strained? Was he okay today?!

He’d probably rope Velvette into it, using her social media platforms to keep track of any mention that someone spotted Alastor not looking at full health.

Vox has always been obsessed with Alastor, and we'd definitely see that here. He would set up alerts on his video feeds to detect Alastor's video anomalies. It would be to keep an eye on where Alastor went, how long he was there, and if he came back hurt. Vox would prepare himself for if he ever saw Alastor return from a meeting with Lilith and he was too injured to make it back to the hotel. This plan would include causing a distraction on the other side of town-- probably blowing some shit up or something-- so no one would see Alastor in a vulnerable state, then booking it to the Radio Demon's location. He'd be aware that Alastor would be stubbornly unreceptive to any assistance Vox offered, of course. He would expect nothing less from the Radio Demon. But, he still wouldn’t hesitate to try and help him, as pathetic and unhelpful as his attempts would end up being. Vox would cross that bridge when he came to it.

Outwardly, Vox would use Alastor’s situation against him, flawlessly pretending he wasn’t alarmed, but inwardly falling apart about it. He would debate blackmailing Alastor, probably even threatening the Radio Demon with it from time to time. He couldn’t let Alastor think he cared, because he totally didn’t! This knowledge was just too good to pass on using it to his advantage. He even had some ideas on what to make Alastor do if he did blackmail him.

His first idea would be to make Alastor join the Vees, naturally. Forcing Alastor’s surrender after years of fighting and resisting would be so invigorating! He could make Alastor do whatever he wanted. He would make him start a podcast. It would fit with his style but force him to catch up with the times. He could even make him get a new wardrobe. Something that fit with the Vee’s theme– he could make Alastor even change his name! Valastor— Vastor— Vala— okay, maybe not. But he would have the option to make him do it regardless! The endless possibilities!

His second idea would be much more childish, but satisfying nonetheless. He could make Alastor say “Vox is superior to me in every way. Much more powerful! Much more influential! Much more handsome!” Even better, he could make Alastor say it on his radio show! Though… it would occur to Vox that Alastor might be more willing to let Hell know he was owned by its queen than to ever say any of that.

His third idea would be more… private. Less extravagant, though much more impactful. He could make Alastor– oh, hey look! Is that your obligatory RadioStatic merch?!

In the end, Vox would have a field day with this information. He’d use it for his own selfish gain, probably leaving Alastor in several humiliating and precarious predicaments. At the same time, his stomach would churn whenever he got an alert on his video feeds that Alastor had left the hotel. Was he going to meet Lilith? If he was, Vox would end up biting his nails as he waited, and waited, and waited for Alastor to return from the meetings. And then would endure headaches as he did his best to compulsively examine Alastor’s status through the glitching mess that covered him.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #asks #radiostatic #vox is a simp and we all know it #tsundere bitch #radiosilence

[entropicquilibriumofchaos]

Take a Walk

Saga Anderson & Alex Casey

Agents Anderson and Casey are on a particularly challenging case. Casey supports his partner by opening up about his own struggles.

Read it on ao3

“Do you even blink?”

Casey was pulled out of his thoughts by Saga’s voice, who had just popped into his peripheral vision. She held out a paper coffee cup and he grabbed it without redirecting his gaze at her. 

“What makes you say that?” he mused, not taking his eyes off of the evidence board in front of him. There was something he was missing; some connection that was just outside of his grasp. He sipped from the cup, grateful for the burn of the hot coffee down his throat. 

Saga sidled up next to him and crossed her arms, setting her cup in the crook of her elbow. “Because you’ve been staring at this board for three hours now and I’m surprised your eyes haven’t shriveled up and fallen out of your head.”

Casey grimaced. “Seen that. Not a pretty sight,” he said gruffly. 

His partner’s face screwed up in disgust. “Really?”

Finally, he pried his eyes from the board and gave her a serious look before snorting. “No, I’m pulling your chain.”

With a groan, she hit him lightly in the shoulder as they both turned from the board. Casey went over to his desk to set the coffee down before cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders back to relieve the tension in them. Saga pulled a file out of the drawer of another desk and let it flop down onto Casey’s. They sat down on opposite sides of his desk as he began to pull the contents of the file out and spread them across the table (knocking some empty coffee cups into the garbage at the same time). 

“Let’s go back over what we know,” Casey suggested, pulling out a pocket notebook and flipping through a few pages before setting it down. 

“We’ve got three separate homicides along the Wisconsin - Michigan border in a two week period,” Anderson recited, “All three victims were white females in their early twenties that had been reported missing from Northern Wisconsin in the past two months by family.”

Casey nodded, pulling out the pictures of three deceased subjects and laying them side-by-side. “What else?”

Anderson continued. “Bruising around the wrists and ankles suggests that the victims were bound for a time before their deaths. Two of the victims had defensive marks on their wrists and forearms. All three victims had cracked and bruised ribs that occurred antemortem and water found in their lungs. Cause of death was a single gunshot wound to the forehead.” She placed the autopsy reports for all the victims next to their pictures. 

“So they were repeatedly drowned and brought back to life before being shot,” Casey summarized, scratching at his forehead absent-mindedly. “Our killer has a god-complex.”

“He’s obsessed with his power over their lives.” Saga added, “He drowns them and then brings them back over and over again until he gets bored of them.” 

The agents sat back and both took drinks of their coffees. 

“There has to be some sort of connection between the victims,” Saga mumbled, standing up and going back to the evidence board. Hung up there was a map of Wisconsin and Northern Michigan with multiple locations marked in red. Casey followed and took his place at her side. 

“We should be getting some results on the water found in their lungs back from the lab soon,” Casey stated, “Maybe that’ll connect some of the pieces.”

Saga sighed and shook her head. “God, I hope so. The thought that this guy is still out there is really getting on my nerves.”

Casey turned to look at his partner and gave her a once over. She seemed fine from a distance, but up close he could see the slight movement from her clenching and unclenching her teeth, he could see the beginning of dark circles under her eyes and cracking lips. He thought back to the last time he had seen her eat or drink something other than coffee and found that he couldn’t recall. They had been on this case in Wisconsin for a week now, but before this they had been in Pennsylvania investigating a case of serial arson. It had been two and a half weeks since they had been home.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he suggested, turning and grabbing his jacket from off of the back of his office chair. 

She stood there for a second before comprehending what he said. She gave him a confused look. “Why?”

Casey shook his head while slinging his jacket over his shoulders and grabbing hers from her desk. “Just humor me, Anderson.”

Saga just shrugged and took her coat from him before following him through the bullpen and out of the office. They walked in silence through the building and out into the courtyard. The sun was shining, but it was deceptively cold and Saga zipped her jacket up as they exited the building. They strolled along the sidewalk until they came upon a concrete bench that overlooked a small yard of green grass. Casey sat down and nodded to Saga to follow suit. Neither said a word for a while, both of them enjoying the quiet buzz of the town around them compared to the chaos of the office. It wasn’t until the concrete started to feel cold that Saga spoke. 

“Any particular reason you wanted to come out here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He scoffed. “I was getting sick of looking at dead kids.” A moment went by before he continued. “And I wanted to make sure you’re still doing okay.”

Saga wasn’t able to hide her surprise. She had never known Casey to be a particularly touchy-feely person and this was definitely out of character for him. “What?”

“We’ve been away from home for a while and these cases haven’t exactly been cakewalks,” he explained, “I just wanted to make sure that you’re not letting it get to you too much. I know you have your profiling thing to get into the minds of these guys, but I’m worried that you’re losing yourself a bit, Anderson.”

And for a moment, the world fell away. Saga let out a deep sigh as she felt a heavy weight settle onto her shoulders and she stooped under the weight ever-so-slightly. 

He was right, and she knew it. 

“I miss Logan. And David,” she admitted, “And I can’t stop thinking that somewhere out there there is a mom who just lost her baby girl and I can’t help but internalize that.”

In an uncharacteristic move, Casey put an arm around his partner’s shoulder and pulled her a little closer. He didn’t say anything; he just let her breathe in the comfort that he provided and she found herself leaning into him slightly. 

“I keep having these nightmares that Logan is going through what these girls did and there’s nothing I can do to save her,” Saga said quietly. 

Casey turned to face her fully. “I understand,” he confessed. “When I first started, I would have these nightmares where people around me would be dying and I’d just be there, frozen; unable to do anything to help them.”

They made eye contact before he continued.

“But that’s all they are. Nightmares,” he assured. “And trust me, anyone who would want to get to Logan or David would have a hell of a time getting past one of the best agents this bureau’s ever seen. Oh, and I’d be there too.”

Saga laughed quietly, wiping a bit of wetness from her eyes. “Thanks, Casey. I guess I’ve been internalizing this more than I realized.”

“Happens to the best of us, kid,” he said, standing up and offering his hand to help her up as well. “But you’ve got people to talk to. No more lone ranger stories for either of us.”

“That’s my line,” she huffed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. 

Casey laughed. “Come on,” he replied, “I’m freezing my ass off out here and I’m out of coffee.”

#saga anderson & alex casey #saga anderson #alex casey #alan wake 2 #fanfic #TW: death #minor character death #nightmares #FBI agents doing FBI agent things #Case fic #angst #pre-canon #alan wake

[gothlute]

DR SUNSHINE LORE

MY OC LORE!!

His "name" is Dr Sunshine, at least that's how people call him. No one knows his real name, we're not even sure he remembers it either.

He looks like this :

(I'm planning on drawing more of this silly guy)

He's a boy, estimated to be in his 30s, pretty tall. He has an extravagant style, very colorful except for his striped jacket, and is always wearing space-themed things.

He is based off Dr Sunshine is Dead by Will wood and the tapeworms!! One of my fav bands :D

He's english, but also speaks french fluently along with some other languages

+ : He is very social, smart and funny, it's hard for anyone to not like him. Fun fact : he always wears red smoky eyeliner!

- : He's very secretive, maybe even a liar, and NOTHING is natural about him : he's literally just a persona he created

The thing he loves the most in the whole entire world is space. You will NEVER see him not wearing space-themed clothes and/or jewelery. And what he hates the most is anything that reminds him of his past self/that implies that he is something else than his persona.

Also, something VERY important : his biggest fear is to be forgotten, he wants people to remember him if he had to die.

Now let's get into his story!!!!

As stated before, he LOVES space, and especially the sun. He has this weird obsession about it. His absolute biggest dream is to go to space someday and touch the sun with his bare hand, so he will feel fully connected to it.

So he made a plan.

He started his own personal show, giving people lectures about space, and occasionally making good jokes. He's naturally good at talking and at being liked, so he gained a big public pretty fast.

Now something I haven't mentionned yet is that he has powers. He can manipulate people, trick their minds and force them to do anything he asks. No one knows about it : they all think he's just super eloquent. He activates it by spinning his sun-shaped monocle :D

(Have a drawing of it except it sucks ass because I made it when I was 14, Im gonna redraw it)

Soon enough he had a nice little army ready to obey him.

He asked them to go steal tools from big companies to build a super resistant spaceship that would be able to touch the sun. They started doing it, his army was getting bigger and bigger and soon enough he had enough tools.

BUT meanwhile : of course the police was getting involved though Sunshine had no idea. They were intrigued by all of these random people stealing from companies (because some got caught ofc) and they started investigating.

While they were searching for clues, Sunshine and his army were working hard and building the spaceship : it took months, maybe even a year, but they finally did it. The ship was huge, fast and resistant, and Sunshine was sure it would be enough.

And so one day, they launched it. Sunshine was inside the spaceship, alone except for the driver. Except while they were working the police got more and more clues and ended up suspecting him : one of the officers snuck into the ship before the launch with a loaded gun.

He waited a bit, and when they were pretty high, he got out of his hiding spot and threatened Sunshine with a gun. He told him to give up and ask the driver to go back on earth so he can be judged along with his "army".

Sunshine seemed pretty calm, gently asking the officer to put down his weapon and telling him it was too late, he was about to be the first man to ever touch the sun. To which the officer replied "it's crazy, YOU are crazy, do you genuinely think this ship will be able to do that?? It's gonna melt before reaching the sun, obviously."

That statement made Sunshine lose his smile. He walked back, slowly, still threatened by the gun, and opened a big window. He looked back at the confused officer, gave him a big smile, spread out his arms and he let himself fall off the window, back first. They werent in space already, but the fall killed him.

Now there's two things left to know.

1) The whole scene with the officer aired live. About half of the world was watching. Dr Sunshine is now known in the whole entire world as a crazy criminal and his case is now a classic among true crime fans. He fulfilled one of his goals : he's never going to be forgotten.

2) Neither him nor the officer knew, but the spaceship was actually good enough : if that officer didnt sneak into it, Dr Sunshine would have touched the sun. :)

#oc #original character #oc story #oc art #will wood #i love him so much #I made him in 2020

[ninjasmart]

Hey ninja! I wonder why hugh announced his wedding date before one year. It's not so him. He is super private guy. Was he forced to to do it?? Is he happy marrying Olivia? I ve also read gossips about involvement of witchcraft. Has someone done that to him. Because I ve seen victims of witchcraft? Even inside my family. A girl witchcrafted my cousin. He broke an engagement for her. Also he was married to a great girl. He left his wife few months just after his marriage. Victims of witchcraf loose common sense. They become unaware of what's wrong and right. The only thing that will matter to them is the person who has witchcrafted them. They will get attracted/obsessed to that person. Doesn't matter if they will be in love with them or not. Any suggestions from you??

It is not the best idea to look at the cards on an eclipse but let's see. Keep in mind that because of the eclipse the answers will not reveal the whole truth.

Is he under a spell: 6 of cups reversed says no. Past life connection is at present but is it with O or with someone else. That is a question that the eclipse is veiling.

I asked: Did O make some form of witchcraft I got the Death card in reverse. So - She, herself, didn't. This card is asking me to not ask any further questions about this. So my eclipse intake on this is that - someone else may have done something unholy to him.

My personal view is that your question is incorrectly stated. It is possible that someone is working with demon energy in order to gain access to his light. And put a damp on it while gaining power. That's not whichcraft. That's a trade - a promise of fame and fortune in exchange of one's soul.

Compared to witchcraft - this is a completely different game. In witchcraft the pdactitioner tries to restore the balance or to gurt someone without consequences.

In demon posessions - someone is so much in despair and want to control life, gain from life, someone is so angry at life or hungry to get or keep something that they are ready to work with a demon. Not knowing that the effect of ehat they want is not guaranteed and definitely not everlasting BUT the demon will collect their soul anyway.

Now - if you repent not all of your soul will be lost. A chunk of it will but some will stay. If you don't repent - that's what I am questioning. Maybe life becomes very harsh very quickly.

To have the lost part of you return to you from other centuries or other dimensions you need to experience exactly thr hardships you wished on someone else and repent and suffer through.

Anyway - if someone sends a demon to someone who is with Christ (I'm not trying to preach here) the energy sent to you will bounce back. I have seen this in person. Not only the karma will turn sour on the sender but the demon will bow down to the person whom they were sent to harm and will obey them. Usually in this interaction the obey part is - do the demon leave them or not.

What is exactly the situation with "the witchcraft" - we will not know at least for a while. This eclipse is going to last at least a few months - until the lessons from whe last such eclipse are resolved.

I have to check - by memory: whatever started last year in September or October / or - whatever started 4 years ago in January to March. And it must be relationship or conflict oriented. Something that started at that time will now have to grow and be transmuted or to be lrt go.

[mistressaccost]

goldfinch word vomit about theo’s dream

yes the rendezvous point is the bench theo and audrey would meet at but it’s also the name of the last chapter suggesting that theo and audrey really do meet again in the mirror of his dream. and the bench reads “everything of possibility” which i take as further evidence that it IS possible that they could meet again, everything IS of possibility when they’re together even the sheer impossibility of their togetherness.

and i hate to bring up harry potter i really do but since this godforsaken man’s nickname is potter i’ll quickly allow myself a couple points.

1. dead mom in the mirror ya it’s a pretty clear parallel to the mirror of erised. which shows one’s desires and yet isn’t ultimately helpful. becoming obsessed with desires instead of reality is a way to waste oneself away. and imo this moment in the mirror is when theo finally lets audrey go, allows her to be dead, and stops pining after the past.

2. just bc it’s happening inside your head doesn’t mean it’s not real. i honestly find this line so overused and cringey. i mean as stated i really don’t like talking about harry potter at all anymore but this is especially bleh. and yet. it feels so relevant to this scene. sure theo’s dream isn’t reality. but it REALLY changes his life so wtf??? it’s a real experience with real impact.

and finally (i’m just rambling now, but maybe i have been from the start), this part reminds me very affectionately of when jane hears rochester’s call from hundreds of miles away. it’s just a small little sprinkle of something supernatural in an otherwise wholly normal book. and maybe theo’s dream is just a dream but maybe theo and audrey’s connection is as powerful as rochester and jane’s. and maybe it can inexplicably travel through miles and years and states of being. and i love this contrast between these interactions as well. the supernatural connects jane and rochester to bring them back together. while it connects theo and audrey to help theo let go. and really theo has such complete brontë-esque longing in him. “you said i killed you!!! HAUNT ME THEN!!” like he wants to be haunted so bad it’s crazy.

but like tartt has julien say in tsh, “the dead appear to us in dreams because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star….”

in conclusion: everything is possible at the rendezvous point. dreams can be reality. in literature, dreams can be a space where time and worlds bend to meet each other.

but like tartt has julien say in tsh, “the dead appear to us in dreams because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star…”

conclusion: fuck it. in literature some dreams are REAL. or, dreams are a neutral place that the living and the dead can both inhabit. and everything is possible at the rendezvous point aka wherever theo and audrey are together. and the supernaturalness of this dream is the impossibility that is, for a brief moment, made possible.

#ugh i’m just going crazy as per usual #the goldfinch

[alchemistys]

reflecting on yuzu’s retirement

I know this is a little late but it took me time to get my shit together, I'm emotional, so sue me. this is gonna get pretty sappy and really cheesy at some points, so idk, bear with me I guess. (under the cut)

I discovered Hanyu Yuzuru during February 2022. I saw ten to chi to live, and that was the only engagement I had with his competitive career in real time. later that night I watched his seimei olympic performance and cried happy tears for the first time in years. at that point, I was obsessed. I went on a yuzu YouTube binge. I watched his performances in chronological order. I read his entire wikipedia page. when I emerged from my figure skating-induced fugue state I felt...better. a little more balanced. just happier overall. for that, I can’t thank yuzu enough.

you see, yuzu changed my life, and he might have even saved it. this man doesn’t even know I exist, but for a short while he meant everything to me. a few months ago I was in a really bad place. I was...empty inside, and I felt like nothing in the world, especially not me, had any purpose or meaning anymore. I was contemplating suicide. and then I saw this dude in a blue outfit skate, and I was transfixed. that was the first bit of interest I'd shown in something for months. I grabbed onto that and didn’t let go. when I cried for seimei, that was the first time I'd cried for something that wasn't sadness in years. it was amazing. after so long of feeling nothing, I felt awed, amazed, humbled, and enlightened. his skating was the most beautiful thing I'd seen. 

as I learned more and more about yuzu, i got more and more out of my depressive funk. I saw his passion for skating, how he was, like, giving his life for it, and I thought ‘wouldn’t it be nice to love something that much?’ I thought that, well, shit, there must be true beauty in this world if he can get on the ice and do that. I thought about how he worked so hard for his dream. I thought about him working, even through pain, even through emotional turmoil. I thought about him loving it all the time, but maybe not liking it, or enjoying it, maybe sometimes even hating it. I thought about him saying he wanted to jump the quad axel, like if he said it enough it would come true. I thought about yuzu falling on the triple axel he had done a hundred, a thousand times with perfection, then getting up and trying again. I thought about how his skating moved people. I thought about him skating to haru yo koi with grace and poignance, to seimei with the command of a predator, to Romeo and Juliet with raw teenage passion, to hope and legacy with the elegance and inscrutability of an old god. I thought about the feeling he displayed, the feeling he provoked, and I thought I want to feel like that more often. that feeling could be found again. that there is beauty and art and I shouldn’t go just yet, because what if I had followed through? what if I had missed seeing a random guy in a blue shirt? I knew what I had nearly missed out on. and now I knew that I didn’t want to die, but more than that I wanted to /live/, because I had seen what living could be, and yuzu reminded me. he reminded me what kind of happiness and feeling and beauty could be found in the world. and for that, I thank him.

yuzu will always have a special place in my heart. he put some meaning back into my life. he helped me through a hard time, and for that I thank him. the beauty, grace, and power to move that he brings to his skating is unparalleled. he is truly a one of a kind talent, a phenom that transcends art and sport, both connecting and eclipsing them. he is amazing, and an inspiration. he is hope. so thank you, yuzu, for just being you. 

I'm going to miss yuzu. I am sad I didn’t get into figure skating earlier, because yuzu aside it’s cool as fuck and I'll still follow competitive skating even now that he’s gone. but I’m glad he made the best choice for himself, to be healthy and happy. I'd like to see him land that quad axel clean one day. I hope he does whatever the fuck he wants now. he’s fantastic, I think he’s super funky, and I want to see whatever antics he he gets up to now that he’s free from jsf and the absolute clownery of the bag of dicks that is isu. I’m a little sad about it, but I'm more excited for his new career as a professional athlete. so one last time, thank you, yuzu, for just being you. that’s enough, is and will always be. take a well-deserved rest, and be happy. 

#hanyu yuzuru #yuzuru hanyu #thank you yuzuru #figure skating #this is long as hell and sappy as hell #but I kinda just needed to get it out there #he means a lot to me #ok???!!! #tw suicide #suicide mention

[impossiblegirlposts]

Since C3 is taking a bit of a break I want to share some of my ongoing theories for some of the characters and reoccurring NPC's

F.C.G: What if they were stuck in one of those blue stasis bubbles in Aeor? There could be a connection to the Cognoza ward and when the Mighty Nein defeated the Somnovem there was a ripple effect into the ruins of Aeor and maybe one or multiple of those bubbles broke. F.C.G could have been trapped in one of these bubbles and his party could have been stuck on the outside. If F.C.G had a residual dream of the Eyes of Nine and then woke up from the stasis and saw their associates dead they could have mistaken the eye(s) as a monster that killed their party. As well the memory issues that he has could be because of a safety protocol to avoid secrets and information being shared.

Laudna: My crack theory for Laudna is that she is secret child of the Briarwoods. In the way of their baby disappeared to another family and there was some necromancy /blood magic in her (Laudna) so that she can talk to her child from beyond the grave or that Delilah sacrificed her to further her powers and Laudna was brought back by something outside of Delilah’s powers or Delilah is forced to be apart of Laudna now because of the blood connection/necromancy. I also have a list of beings/people who may possess Pate at some point in the campaign. I think it will be one (or more) of these four. Vax'ildan, Delilah, Orthax and/or the Raven Queen.

Orym: I love Orym a lot and as of right now I do not have a ton of theories for him but here are the few I have. My crack theory for him is that Apollo is his father for the sole reason that he referred to the sun as his father. I also think he could worship the Dawnfather as well as saying that the sun reminds him of Will's dad Derrig. Lastly I want to know wtf is up with Orym referring to (dead) family members as celestial bodies.

Fearne: I get a lot of Tangled vibes from Fearne's grandmother and do not believe that she is as nice as Fearne makes her out to be. I also think that Fearne is related in some way to Artagan. In campaign 1 Artagan was disguised as a satyr named Garmilie, he also stated that the hag living in the fey wild, named Wodenna is an ex so I believe that Fearne's grandmother is in fact Wodenna and Fearne is the child of Wodenna and Artagan. I also think separately but still related that Fearne's grandmother may be stealing/kidnapping children who have animal qualities (Fearne and Morrigan) and sending them through the Fey Wild gate.

Imogen: Is Imogen a seer of death? Her dream which included Bertrand happened the night he died but she also saw the Lumas twins in a separate dream a number of weeks after they died so it would not be a far stretch to say that she can see death in some way. I am curious to see if her obsession and proximity to the stone will come back to haunt her later, either in the way of physical changes like the shade creepers or mental changes (like withdrawal symptoms from not having the stone).

Ashton: I think Ashton is consecuted in some way. With the dunamantic magic being given to them later in life there is a bit of a further connection to Xhorhas and dumamancy but when he said that he was not always rock that reminded me of the dreams that consecuted individuals get when they have had another life connected to the beacon. There is another theory that I have where they went through a physical change and ended up at the Greymoore estate when they were older. This physical change could have scared their parents so much that they sent him away. Especially when thinking they could have at one point been a drow.

Chetney: Along the same lines as Orym, I do not have tons of theories for Chetney but I do want to know if he is okay. He has gone below the threshold of being able to control his werewolf powers a couple times now and after those times he has gone and hurt someone. First Orym in the museum and then the shop owner in Jrusar. Is there going to be an intervention from the group at some point if they find out Chetney hurt and threatened the shop owner?Also is there going to be a point where he becomes less and less able to control his werewolfness and the group will have to seek out the gorgynei to try and help Chetney and or seriously consider Dayal’s offer (who I am still on the fence about, I do want to believe that Dayal is a good person but also his ulterior motives may be hidden).

Lord Eshteross: No one is that paranoid without having a good reason, there is more to his story than what he is telling the group. Also I think that at some point he will betray the group. It could be a small betrayal such as sharing secret information or as big as giving them up to a bad group of people (possibly one trying to kill him seeing as he says that a lot of people want him dead).

Jianna Hexum: I have so many questions! Why is she buying/selling/shipping dumamantic magic? Does she know what it is? Has she kept any for herself? Is she in league with the remaining assembly members? Is she trying to get the evidence of the distilling of the beacon out of the continent before the assembly is fully disbanded? Or are there more beacons that have been found and someone is using previous notes from an assembly member/Yeza to create the same stuff and sell it (kind of like recreating the super soldier serum)? There is also part of me that thinks she may be connected/knows more about F.C.G's story than she lets on. considering how fascinated she is with automatons, especially him.

Thanks for reaching the end of the post! I have many more theories but these are my favourite so far. Bidet!

#critical role #c3 spoilers #c3 #bells hells #f.c.g. #launda #orym of the air ashari #ashton greymoore #chetney pock o'pea #fearne calloway #imogen temult #lord eshteross #jianna hexum #critrole #critical role theory #fresh cut grass #campaign 3

[mercy-misrule]

kinnporsche thoughts

ok, so this is some conjecture and questions about vegas and his state of mind re Porsche, nothing particularly spicy discussed, just thinking about how Vegas has reacted in the past, and wondering what he will do in the future

I’ve been thinking about...what does Vegas think of Porsche? And like, we all know that we’ve been presented the ‘Vegas was chasing down Porsche obsessively to get to Kinn’ but I’d like to propose a secondary angle

Vegas has been fixating on Porsche because of his father. Vegas has been trying the carrot and stick approach with Porsche, rather then whatever fucked mindgames he got Tawan with, because there’s a weird sort of envy towards Porsche. Because Kan wants something out of Porsche that clearly isn’t just information.

They had a mole, a successful one! Porsche wasn’t giving them any real advantage if they got him under their thumb, even if they were dating at the time and they weren’t dating properly until midway through the series.

But Kan says to watch Porsche. Kan wants more care and oversight given to Porsche, this seemingly random bodyguard than to, for example, Macau, his own child.

And Vegas is a predator, therefore his “attention“ paid to Porsche becomes predatory. He’s not an observer, he’s interacting with Porsche a lot, trying to develop whatever relationship he can, a friend, an employer, a lover.

I personally do not think Vegas would have tried as hard, even knowing Kinn is Porsche’s lover, and Vegas wants to possess everything Kinn has, but I don’t think he would have tried as hard if Kan wasn’t interested in Porsche.

And we know Porsche is important because Kan hits Vegas about it. Not about his failed Tawan maneuver, not about losing face with the major family.  No, its hurting Porsche that gets him in trouble.

novel wise, I know why, but show wise I cannot wait to see the reasoning behind watching Porsche.

also, Pete is only with him because of Porsche. Pete’s entire motivation for risking himself was to prove Porsche’s innocence.

All these important people to Vegas, and their connection to him is so heavily influenced by Porsche.

It’s gotta be a weird place in his psyche. And like, if he had control of Porsche, it would be such a power move against Kinn, and he’d be convinced that he would have finally won his father’s approval.

I think having Pete with him will change all this up though. Aside from the fact that if he lays his hands on Porsche, Pete would kill him, maybe Vegas will learn to prioritise Pete’s needs over his own or his father’s.

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #vegas theerapanyakul

[system-of-alya-story-blog]

Having a strong fixation on Zenos right about now so we absolutely need to write out our vauge ass headcanond of WoLs we've never made (yet? Maybe, we dislike the idea of doing ARR all over again) so we can actually be normal and have normal thoughts for the time being. This won't be tagged as it's not anything in specific, just said WoL being obsessed with Zenos in a way the other scions either see as increadibly unhealthy or downright terrifying.

Am I doing this right? Is this how you make "below the cut" posts? Maybe

Concept 1 (inspired by a comic we saw where the WoL takes Zenos' eye. Seemingly for differijg reasons), the WoL sees Zenos fuse with a dragon for their "final" fight, and being an Au Ra who is constantly compared to the wyrms and often being criticized as "weaker" and not cut out to be the hero of this world, our WoL seeks to do the same. This sheer fury the WoL harbors causes them to completely ignore her fellow scions, she keeps Zenos from taking his own life, and then fights him, again. Due to his weakened state it only lasts mere seconds, several of the Scions are more than confused. Why would WoL do this? They've never been one to kill for the sake of killing? Was it a prusuit of revenge? Was she proving a point to him? Does he have some influence over them? They do not know.

Shortly after the WoL begins barking orders, telling her fellow Scions to leave her be and that she has "Business to attent to". When they hesistate the WoL in their hazed state threatens them right there, with no thought for what will come after. She *needs* this power he has, she pines for it, obsesses over it. In what felt like an eternity staring down at Zenos' corpse she succumbs to her deepest desires.

The WoL, using a method she thinks will work, this needs to work, and relieves him of one of his eyes. If Nidhogg's was the eye of hate, anger, and revenge, then Zenos' was the eye of obsession, yearning, and most of all... power. She needed this power all for herself, but was not in such a trance as to take both lest she simply become a vessel for Zenos. She also was not enough of a fool to leave any evidence behind of the tampering. She drank of the blood that seeped from his socket before placing her now discarded eye into his head. Using glamour, both eyes were made to look like they were there the whole time.

The WoL, silently showed herself amoung her comrades once more, but without a word, had teleported elsewhere. Where she chose to go off to is a mystery.

(And for the sake of storytelling let's say that it is now at a time where Zenos is back alive and seen near the WoL, or relatively near considering they aren't actively fighting, by the scions.)

Something seems off about the two, something oh so present to all else in the area. They have what seems like a connection, as if both parties are wordlessly speaking a thousand tales that they're absolutely enamoured by.

Later in combat with unrelated foes, it was as if the WoL was bending to the will of an unseen force. From Fandaniel's prespective, Zenos did not seem entirely himself, this obsession with the Warrior, it was not one born of hate or even a yearning for battle. It was one born of seeking, seeking as if she had taken something from him, but also seeking for other, unrelated reasons. Both Zenos and the Au Ra knew what she had done to him, and both knew why.

Zenos was utterly fascinated with this revelation. He could see into the Warrior's intents, see into her very soul, she could keep no secrets from him. Though.. the same can be said both ways. It's as if they can speak to eachother at any time, through their very thoughts. As if they resided in eachother's heads. That is because in reality thanks to the WoL's impulsive actions, they did.

Zenos sought to use this to find out what truly made the Warrior tick, what could without a doubt grasp her attention, what could get her crawling back to him and willing to bend to his will. Did he wish to have his eye returned? No he wished for her to keep it actually. For how else would he have such valueble insight into the ever elusive Warrior. No carefully selected words, no barriors behind one's own mind, nothing could keep him from finding out what he wanted, and being able to feel the WoL's emotions, being able to read her soul so intimately would make this next bsttle all the more interesting. No, he would get her whatever her heart desired at the small cost of one more battle... one to blot out even the brightest of stars in the flames of their passion. One where even those on the opposite sides of reality could feel their entire lives being poured into this very battle. This wasn't too costly was it? After all she has done so much to achieve true dragonhood, her greed almost causing the fall of an entire nation in it's wake. Such a simple solution and all she had to do was rid the world of Zenos once more, then the Warrior could finally become a dragon as she wished to be, could finally ascend to what the world she had once sought to protect wished of her.

Though he wouldn't be one to admit it, he saw this as a weakness. Just another distraction in the coming battle, would she really be giving it her all and more if she wasn't only thinking about him, and destroying him? If the thought of finally getting what she wanted stirred ever present in the depths of her being? Could he settle for such a thing? No, he could not.

He needed to battle in the deepest pits of their souls, he needed to battle the wyrm within the warrior. He needed to have this dragon on a short leash. But just how would he do that? Blackmail? Threatening? Bribery? No... no... he would give her the very thing she sought before the battle even began, he would transform her into the wyrm of her dreams, ever mighty, without equal, and unkillable. All she would need to do is ask, ask, listen, and OBEY.

#i don't expect this to be a very comprehensive story but ough #writing this out felt so good either way #i dont know what i would wish to do with them after this #maybe for reasons they could become a thing? a very one sided and parasocial thing #how would the WoL even keep such a thing a secret forever? that's the fun part: she can't. #atleast not when y'shtola finally gets a good look at their fabled hero their beacon of hope the one who would never succumb to temptation #ha lol lmao we all know that aint true #yes i know the concept of taking Zenos' eye isn't unique and that someone else already did it but this is a story for me and- #-not really for anyone else #sort of just a bit of lore for a WoL of our's who doesn't yet exist

[valeskakingdom]

I'm more than a man. I'm an idea, a philosophy (part 4)

*2 weeks later*

Sometimes, there's a certain point where you wish to time travel - to change something back especially, this thing you regretted most.

For Scarlet it was her sentence to Jerome: You convince me you're the man I want and need and you eventually get what you want.

She shouldn't have said that. Why? Because from there on he didn't let her go anymore. He literally crushed her. Whenever she tried talking to someone else to make new partnerships, he put his oar in like already behaved like they both were partners. He sat next to Scarlet, listened to them talking and asked her whether this certain person was the right one - every day was exactly the same. It annoyed Scarlet. She already wished to sit alone in her cell to not have Jerome around. How could someone be that annoying?, she thought, she indeed appreciated somehow that Jerome did his best to convince her from him - it showed he had a strong will. But did not appreciate being annoyed by a young boy who behaved like having an obsession over her. She even hated it. Who would not? He stuck to her like wax. He was like a little voice in her head that never disappeared. This little voice always said: Do we want him? Do we need an idiot like him? We both can do this alone better, don't you think? See, I'm more powerful than this idiot. I'm a lot better. You just need me. It was horrible. She was driven crazy even more than the other way around - and that was obviously not the plan.

So she had to change it anyhow.

***

It was noon.

As usual, Scarlet sat on a bench next to Sionis, Dobkins and Greenwood. Right after she had a talk with Jerome, he integrated her in his little groups.

Sionis was a millionaire who killed 25 people. He's got a boat, an airplane, many people knew him which lets you know he had good connections. He could obtain arms, plans, telephones - whatever you needed. Of course, he demanded certain things in return. Sometimes he just wanted others to do him little favors like serving him, sometimes others should kill certain inmates, or some acted as his mediators whenever he cooperated with corrupt cops.

Greenwood was a lazy stinky cannibal who killed women to eat them. There was nothing much to say about him.

Dobkins was the weird schizophrenic who killed one or two people as well. Most of the time he was absent and stated weird sentences without any content. He was innocuous and probably the friendliest in the group.

"Tell me Scarlet" Sionis suddenly said, folding his hands "What's the thing with you and Jerome? He's like a puppy who's eager for your attention. Isn't it annoying?"

"It's somewhat endurable," Scarlet shrugged, playing with some of her hair strains.  "He wants to convince me. He wants to work with me."

"Does it work?"

"Does it look like it?" Scarlet scoffed "He's annoying me. I didn't want a puppy. I wanted a killer."

"If he's not your type of killer, I know someone better" Sionis smirked mischievously.

Of course he meant himself. He knew how annoying Jerome could be if he didn't get what he wanted - so he knew he was a lot better than him, apparently. He hoped Scarlet could interpret his signs and forgot about Jerome - he secretly had a little thing for Scarlet. She was gorgeous, as Jerome would say. Her personality, her way of killing people, her cleverness - everything was perfect in his eyes. But Sionis also knew he'd never cope with Jerome. He was too obsessed with her that he'd kill Sionis if he touched or seduced her in any way.

"I politely decline." Scarlet smirked at him, since she knew what Sionis was trying to achieve "Jerome's got this certain spirit I was looking for. None of you has that. It's just his, oh so big ego that's unbearable."

"And now?" Greenwood frowned "You wanna change him or what? That's impossible!"

"Nah, not changing him." Scarlet said thinking "Maybe playing with him - showing him that it's not clever to annoy me."

How could she teach Jerome a lesson? By ignoring him? No. He'd become mad and insatiable. And that was definitely not the target.

Should she behave like him? To make him clear how annoying his behavior was? Scarlet was unsure whether that even worked. He'd probably like it because they both would be glued together. But on the other hand, what would happen if he was trying to make new partnerships and she behaved the same way as he did? Would he be annoyed by her? Would he push her away? It may be an option since partnerships were important to him. But Scarlet's feeling told her it was not the total solution. It was just half the battle.

"Playing with him would absolutely not work, sweetie." Sionis told her "He's like a hyena. When he notices his prey playing with him, he joins the game. Why don't you ice him out and tell him to fuck off?"

"That never works" Scarlet spatted and crossed her arms skeptically. Jerome was so special that a normal reaction like that would ever work. He would laugh about this reaction. He would see it as a joke.

"Scarlet, he's so fixed on you, don't you think he'd do anything for you? Your words are gold in his ears." Sionis said "Trust me"

Before Scarlet could answer, the cell doors opened: Jerome Valeska entered the rec room again, whistling while dancingly walking towards Scarlet and the rest of the group. He signaled was in a good mood, his therapy session was marvelous. He could talk about his gorgeous Scarlet. How he adored her, how bad he wanted her - he told his therapist everything about her. The stories about how she killed people, about her cleverness, her personality. He was truly fascinated by her. The way she planned all her kills: so detailed, so gory, so fun! He loved her ideas of torturing people. She was so inventive. And oh how could he forget? She showed no mercy to her victims. First she played with their minds and then - BOOM - she ignored all the cries and begging and screams. She just kept going. It turned Jerome on somehow - this coldheartedness was just sexy. It was driving him crazy - no, she was driving him crazy. Every move she did, every word she said, every breath she took - it was giving him chills. She got him. That was all you could say about it. She wrapped him around her finger while she was just appearing there.

"I'm back, ladies and gentlemen!" He presented himself as he stopped walking in front of the group, then looked at Scarlet with a smile "hey gorgeous"

"Hey Jerome" Scarlet gave him a fake smile, being annoyed already, since she knew what was coming up soon. He'd be glued on her like a little child on its mother that is seeking attention. He'd interrupt everything she eventually says wrong - she hated being corrected by the way - and he'd treat her like a little kid here and there, telling stuff like: we don't want lil Patel to be mad, do we?. Always this lil Patel, she could kill him for that nickname.

"How's my sweet cheeks? Missed me?" He took a seat next to her, admiring her immediately. These eyes, this beauty, he thought, that's all his own.

"I was glad I could breathe for a moment," Scarlet stated "You formally crushed me the whole time. Stop that if you wanna work with me."

"But didn't you want me to convince you? I can still hear that sweet voice of your as if you said it yesterday"

"Convincing me doesn't mean annoying me, sweetheart" Scarlet spatted "I wanna see you in action, Jerome, otherwise you're pretty feckless for me. You told me you impress people with your visions and brains. Them show me!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He led her on a merry chase with a smirk and pointed at any inmate who was sitting on one of the other benches "Hey you! In the back! Come over! Now!"

Shuddering in fear, the inmate tiptoed fast over to Jerome. He didn't know what was coming up now. Did he do something wrong? Wa sJerome mad at him? Did he want to kill him? Was it something positive? Did Jerome want to ask him to do him a favor? He'd feel honored. Jerome was like a king. You automatically did anything for him because he was so powerful. Jerome wouldn't hesitate to kill you at all. He showed no mercy - especially not when he was mad at you. When he was mad, you were literally dead.

"Hurry up!" Jerome rolled his eyes as the inmate still didn't arrive. How could someone be so slow? How could someone even let him wait? It was absolutely disgraceful.

"Good boy." Jerome praised him, clapping his back with a smile, then pulling the inmate close to him and whispering in his ear "Next time don't let me wait so long when I call you, clear?"

The inmate nodded fast, being completely feared by him. He disappointed Jerome, that will have consequences, he thought. What will happen now? Will Jerome kill him? Or torture him? Or will Jerome have mercy for at least this time? Will he leave it by the threat? He wasn't sure. No one could look through Jerome. He was full of surprises.

Then Jerome pushed him away, signaling him he could go now. He was annoyed by that inmate. He was so tiresome. Always so slow, never saying a word, he was just useless. That was the reason why he was Jerome's so-called butler.

"Was that all?" Scarlet laughed "Jerome, I thought you're a dangerous killer. Literally everybody can boss people around" She looked back at the inmate Jerome just sent away "Come back!"

The inmate stopped walking on its half way and turned around facing her. Does his lady want me to come back?, he thought, what's happening now? He almost panicked because more and more he was afraid of becoming killed sooner or later - but still he did what she said. He came back to her.

"Well done" Scarlet smiled wide "Now tell Jerome, if he tries to convince me, he needs to do a lot more than this." She said, stroking the inmate's little head.

The inmate whimpered in fear. He should command? To Jerome? His boss? Scarlet was up to some mischief - he felt that. He couldn't do it, he didn't want to. He respected Jerome way too much. But otherwise, he couldn't disappoint Scarlet - oh don't be wrong about her. She seems nice and innocent - but she was a monster. You never knew what she was planning next. She was inscrutable. No matter what it was, you had to do it for her - if not you ended up dead instantly.

She was Jerome's lady - that's what he said at least - and Jerome couldn't stand when someone disappointed her. But right now, he walked right into a trap. Fuck!, he thought, he was about to die anyway, whether did one the favor or not.

"J-Jerome," the inmate stammered and paused. He gulped at the thought to continue his sentence. He couldn't believe he was doing it now.

"Yes?" Jerome smirked at him eagerly. He knew the inmate feared him too much to do others a favor. He waited for him to fold. He waited for him to say he couldn't do it and that Jerome was his boss and not Scarlet - then he'd win.

"T-to c-convince Scarlet," the inmate paused, almost panicking, her now hoping for a merciful death "Y-you need to p-put more effort in it."

"Good job, sweetheart. It wasn't that hard, was it?" Scarlet kissed the back of his head "Now go back to your little friends" she nudged the inmate away from them, then faced Jerome "See? It's too easy, even for a girl like me."

"You're too sweet, sweet cheeks" Jerome snickered with a mix of anger. She shouldn't have kissed him. This inmate stole this kiss from his lady. He will regret that "You wanna see more? Fine, you get more"

Being filled with fury and madness, Jerome grabbed a knife that randomly laid on the table plate and stormed to this certain inmate. This was the time where he couldn't hold himself back. He wanted to kill that bastard. Nobody stole kisses from his lady - especially not in front of him! How did he dare? Especially, how did he dare to face away from him? For a woman! For a stupid little mouthy girl! It is humiliating! Positioning a woman over a man! Wasn't it shocking? Oh, now it's time for punishment, Jerome thought, he will never ever face away from anyone ever again. He will regret what he has done, and he'll surely never ever do that again - that is guaranteed.

"It wasn't a wise move you've made, my friend" Jerome grumbled in his ear as he rammed the knife in the inmate's stomach "Facing away from me...it's very brave but naive."

"But you know what's worse?" Jerome rammed the knife in his stomach a second time "Stealing a kiss from what's mine. Oh, I'm pretty sure we both know, Scarlet is, he paused letting out a joyful moan "She's marvellous, almost perfect. Everybody wishes to have her. Too sad she's taken, right?"

"I-I'm sorry. I-it's-..."

"I know you're sorry, boy," Jerome said "And I know you didn't mean to," Jerome paused letting out a loud sigh "I actually thought of letting you off. I would have never thought it pissed me that much off - but it did, and so I needed to eliminate the problem. You understand me, right?"

"Sweet dreams" Nudging the bleeding inmate down to the ground, Jerome turned around, facing all the other inmates who stared at him in shock and fear.

Why did Jerome kill the inmate? What was coming up? Were they all in danger now? Will Jerome kill more of them? These were the questions the inmates wondered. They all were scared of him- except Scarlet. She smiled wide. She loved that attitude on him - it was so sexy, she thought, all the jealousy and madness, it was a dream - and all that because of her. All that because she drove him nuts with that little kiss. That was the spirit she wanted to see in him that approved he was the right one to work with.

"I want you all to know" Jerome jumped on a table plate "If any of you bozos has any intentions with Scarlet, you will end up like that little bastard in the back!" He pointed at the dead inmate "Don't talk to her, don't look at her, don't even think about her. She's mine. Just mine!" He jumped down the table plate making his way to his beloved Scarlet.

"So I'm yours?" Scarlet smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kind of affected this possessiveness. That would also explain a lot why he kept being glued on her.

"You've always been and you'll ever be, doll" Jerome grabbed her waist, digging his nails in her flesh "I will make sure no one will ever take you away from me" he wiped a few strains away from her face, then stared deeply in her eyes with a soft smile.

"That's the spirit I wanted to see, Valeska" Scarlet smirked "now we're talking"

#jerome valeska #gotham #dc #dcmultiverse #jerome valeska x reader #dc villains #dc villian #gotham city #gotham fandom #gotham jerome valeska #gotham jerome #gotham fanfic #gotham series #jerome valeska fandom #jerome valeska x you #cameron monaghan x reader #gotham x reader #dc universe #jerome x reader #cameronmonaghan

[anakinskywalkerog]

I feel weird about saying I have ocd cuz I'm more or less cured like I wouldn't say that I'm in a state of disorder my life is no longer just hours upon hours of compulsions but like I still do some weird shit I would say I have residue from the disorder that won't leave and that depending on anxiety and situation the ocd can take stronger hold but as I said I'm no longer in a state of disorder so I dunno what the heck to say to people when they question my weird little behaviours and anxiety. I feel kind of guilty just going oh yeah I do that cuz ocd because I'm no longer in disorder but then again I'm not gonna go into my whole psychological history y'know 🤣

Girl kinda same about the fandom obsession thing, that's what I'm doing with starwars rn for avoidance and now I'm over 3 months behind in my assignments whoops P.s this is SandArt anon lol The kenobi show was soooo good though

The media portrayal of ocd and a lot of other mental disorders is so crap and surface level that I just ignore it or it'll make me mad, I'd rather media just not go there. The one thing I've seen that is pretty accurate is Leonard Decaprio in The Aviator. That showed how strange and weird or even kind of asshole-ish the sufferer appears to 'normal' people. And the complete decline of the character until he wasn't even a person anymore, he was just a vessel for whatever nonsensical torture the disorder needed carried out. The sheer disfunction was shown. Like boy ended up cording off parts of his house because they weren't 'clean' enough til he ended up with one room that he deemed 'uncontaminated/safe' and lo and behold that room didn't have bathroom facilties so he was urinating in bottles. In real life I would never admit to relating to that but yeah

In your fic master yuma and readers emotional force connection thing would be SO good for ocd therapy/cbt like yuma's force presence and emotional knowledge could be used to kind of insert itself into your own force presence and alleviate the anxiety to the point where the obsession or thought no longer has any power and then you'd be free from compulsions

I haven't seen the Aviator in a long time so I can't remember how it ends, I'm gonna maybe watch it again, there is a dinner scene in it though that is so relatable it's kinda funny like just the way everyone was looking at him like he was deranged and you could see in his eyes that he was like silently communicating that yes he is in fact aware that this is crazy but he still has to 🤣

i haven’t actually seen Aviator. i do definitely relate to having some weird needs/preferences, or getting upset about something that my ex partner/family/friends would have no idea why anyone would get upset about haha

i’m not sure anyone is ever cured of any mental illness, but they definitely change and evolve over time and can get better or different. even as i talk about these obsessive symptoms i’ve had, i definitely recognize my illness has gotten a lot better over the years, or maybe i’ve gotten better at dealing with it? idk 🤷‍♀️

i would LOVE IT if Master Yuma is real i mean i know the whole fic is the Anakin fantasy but honestly it’s also a parental fantasy lol having an older mentor to watch over you and take care of you? sounds nice 😭

#star wars #anakin skywalker #ocd tag #ocdawareness #ocd #answered asks

[plush-rabbit]

Poly!Yandere! Big Three in a Relationship

Request: Maybe poly!yandere! Big Three x reader? Maybe sfw and nsfw hcs? 👉👈

A/N: I really like the big three. I think they’re really interesting characters and i hope we get more of them

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SFW:

Being in a relationship with the Big Three would be anyone’s dream. They’re all attractive, high-ranking heroes, and seem to get along great with each other. It’s the dream to be in their relationship. They’re fawned over and most people would gladly trade places with you. To date the Big Three is truly something to be proud of. They might be obsessive, but that only adds to their charm. Who can blame them? When you’re heroes, you make enough enemies eventually. They only want to protect you and if that means using their connections and resources to figure where you are and with you, then it might be a bit extensive, but it’s only because they care for you so much.

While polyamorous relationships aren't unusual in hero society, it is still a bit of a rarity- especially when they seem perfect like the Big Three. You have the childhood best friends, the beauty queen, and then you, the sweet, little naïve partner who is coddled and cared for. You’re the talk of the news- magazines, headlines, interviews and whatever else there could be, it’s about you and your relationship. While you would have preferred to be kept on the sidelines- the less that know, the better- they can’t help but be thrilled. Now people will know who you belong to without having to say a word. It’s a nice relationship, where they each hold a different part of power over you, keeping you nice and submissive, letting you fall onto their lap as they tell you that you can’t go anywhere now. You can’t start a new life when everyone knows who you are and who you are dating.

Tamaki still holds a bit of his more introverted nature, and when he isn’t out protecting society, he’s at home with you. He has you in his strong grip, sitting beside him as he bulks up for his next day on the job. He loves to touch you, to have you on his lap as his face is buried in your chest, his nails pressing into your skin, dragging down when you try to move away from him. When Tamai is in charge of you, he hardly ever lets you go out. He much rather have you to himself, where no one can witness you nor him. There really is no escape in the home that you share. He knows all the hiding places, and has made sure- along with Mirio- to place cameras where he thinks that you would hide. If you ever seem to entertain the idea of leaving, he’d fall into such a depressive state that the rest of the household would be angry towards you and you can’t have that.

Nejire is sweet. She holds a bit of motherly tendencies, cooking for you, bathing you, and even dressing you up as if you were her little doll. She loves to keep you in such a cute state, to make sure that you look the best that you can be- after all, you are dating the Big Three. Her curious nature makes it perfect- she’s so calming to talk to that you often forget just how powerful she is, just how much control she has over you. All your worries and insecurities are questioned, counter-attacked, and in turn, when he brushes just a bit too harshly on your hair, she reminds you that you can’t really break-up with them if you wanted to. It wouldn’t work out. You don’t have friends. You’ve cut off your family. Who would ever take you in? Especially if they learned just how heartbroken they were if it were your fault.

Mirio is the one who treats you with the most care, he hardly ever gets angry at you. He really is like the sun- bright and all consuming. If you’ve ever gotten into a spat with another, he’s always the first to help you mend things. He’ll do anything to make you smile and will gift you whatever you need in order for that. In turn, all that he asks for is that you stay around him for the longest. Just latch onto him and let him worry about everything that has to do with the household. If you need to go out, he’s sure that Nejire can make time and in turn, he’ll let you take his card- seeing as you don’t have one. He’s so happy, so cheerful, that when he does get angry, it’s terrifying. Tamaki was right. There really is nowhere to hide in the home, because he always seems to find you. His grip is firm, digging and bruising your skin as he tells you to never disobey and run off again. Once done, he flips the switch and he’s wiping your tears and telling you another joke as he pulls you to his arms.

NSFW:

While having a train or a foursome isn’t all that uncommon, they also like to take turns. Tamaki will fill you with his quirk, tentacles inside of you as his cock is buried deep inside of your aching hole. In the sidelines, Nejire will have her hand wrapped around Mirio, and you’re sure if there weren’t tears in your eyes, you’d see her spirals flickering in and out. Mirio’s fingers will be buried knuckle deep as they watch Tamaki rail you. Nejire will have her tongue lap at your sex, her quirk in effect, your body tense and on pins and needles as she keep you close to her, suckling on your sweet arousal. Mirio and Tamaki will have their hands on each other’s cocks, Tamaki’s face red as he watches you orgasm while Mirio pumps his cock, even if semen has spilled. Mirio will be relentless, pushing your face into the mattress, his hands gripping and teasing at your pebbled nipples. Nejire will be perched above on Tamaki's cock, both trying to watch as Mirio fucks you senseless.

If you did fail to listen to either of them, then they’re less than kind to you. They’ll spread your legs, tease at your waiting hole and press soft kisses against your slit, as they tie your ankles and wrists. A vibrator is pushed inside of you, your body shaking and teased at by either their mouths or hands. They edge you until you’re crying. Tears streaming down your face and wetting the bed sheet under you, your hands in tight fists as you beg and cry to not misbehave again. You have to promise to do better. To smile more and hold their hand, to listen when they say that they’re tired from work. You have to be a good little house pet, and know them. They care for you of course, but it’s hard to believe that when they keep rejecting your orgasm just to see you cry.

They all really just like to see your face contort into something less than innocent. They want to see you cry, to see you shake and beg for them to slow down or to give you a break, but they won’t. You have to please three different people who all have amazing stamina and at the end of it, you’re left overstimulated. Your body shakes throughout the night and any type of touch is jolts of electricity shot through you. And even then, when you’re crying and gripping onto scarred skin, your pleas of rest are shushed with a kiss as you’re lowered onto a cock to sit on. If it isn’t cockwarming, then you're meant to kiss at Nejire’s cunt until she lets you up, but there’s also a part of her that just wants to please you. She’ll kiss at your sex and suckle on your arousal until you’re patting at the top of her head to let you rest, that’s it all too much.

This is more of Nejire’s thing, but she loves to have you suck on her breasts. It’s one of the few times she isn’t trying to fight for your attention or get jealous at how the others make you cream all over their cocks. She gets to have you for herself. To feel your mouth latch onto her nipple and tease the hard bud with the tip of your tongue. It’s the few times you ever get to have her so nurturing. To pet your hair and have her other hand teasing with your sex. All you have to do is suckle on her breast, to hollow your cheeks and beg for her to make you orgasm while her fingers are deep inside of you massaging at your gummy walls that clench around her. It’s one of the few times that she’ll ever be sweet during sex- petting your hair, allowing you to cream, and rest. All you have to do is nurse on her and thank her.

In the earlier parts of the relationship, you still wanted your freedom, you wanted to go out and live a life separate from them, but they were able to snuff that flame out. Even now, you hold onto your stubbornness and they can’t help but coo at how silly you’ve gotten. They'll wrap a collar around your neck and force you to walk around on your hands as you don puppy ears with a tail placed inside of you. You aren’t allowed to walk on all fours, or speak and if you want something, you’ll have to nudge at a leg and point at what you want. It’s humiliating but you can see just how much it arouses them- the tent in their pants, the hands that pull on your nipples, the way the toy is moved around inside of you. You’ll learn our place soon enough and when you have, they’ll treat you to something nice as a reward.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #poly big three #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki headcanons #tamaki amajiki #amajiki tamaki #amajiki tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki smut #nejire hado #nejire hado x reader #nejire hado headcanons #hado nejire #hado nejire x reader #mirio togata #mirio togata x reader #mirio togata headcanons #togata mirio #togata mirio x reader #i hope you like it! #i think this is my first time writing for them like together #ive done poly before but that was way back in the day

[redrobin-detective]

I’ve been thinking about Jack and Maddie Fenton and what caused them to be like that. People don’t become that obsessive out of nowhere. 

Jack mentioned in episode 1 that he was “born in a log cabin in the woods” which tells me that he grew up in an isolated, possibly poor environment. It explains some of his behavior, he would have done a lot of his social development without other people to bounce off of. His exuberance, high energy and lack of social awareness kind of play into a excitable, creative boy in the woods. For all we joke, Jack is a brilliant man and he’d have probably felt restrained by the lack of knowledge, stimulation in the middle of nowhere. Some fics I’ve seen have made the claim that Jack grew up on some kind of farm, he’s got the energy and the work ethic but not the discipline. Clearly the rural, peaceful lifestyle wasn’t suited for him. 

What I can see is a young Jack Fenton, shirking from his chores and responsibilities at home to grab a little .22 rifle and a borrowed neon orange hunting vest and explore the woods, hunting monsters. He is an explorer, a scientist hunting for answers, the hero of his own story. And maybe on one of those deep woods explorations, when he wanders too far from home, too late in the day and he sees something unnatural. Maybe he saw a ghost, maybe he didn’t but when a wildly intelligent and bored child comes up against something they can’t explain, the throw themselves into the answers. He studies the supernatural with a fervor and works harder than he ever has before to earn money to study at university so he can finally answer the questions burning in him.

In Prisoners of Love, we get a glimpse at Maddie’s life through her sister, Alecia. She herself lives completely alone in the middle of nowhere Arkansas. It’s stated that she purposefully moved there to get away from it all but it insinuates that, like Jack, Maddie grew up in a woodsy, rural area. It would explain her independence and confidence roughing it during Maternal Instincts. Like Jack, Maddie is brilliant and driven and a bit quirky as people who grow up kind of isolated end up being. Did she have her own encounter that she couldn’t explain? Was she captivated by the reports of unnatural phenomenon in her remote little town? Maybe she too, like Jack, wanted to explore and study and decided to invest in a field which no one else had proven existed before. Either way, she also packed her bags and set off for university to further her studies.

By coincidence, she meets a tall, broad man with a kind, goofy face who will tell anyone who will listen that ghosts are real. In return, Jack meets a beautiful, powerful woman in mind and body who is determined to prove the unproveable. It was love at first sight and from there on, no one could break up Jack and Madeline. From the moment they laid eyes on each other, there was a bond of understanding between them not only at their mutual interests but of being understood as the weird rural kid with strange ideas. Everyone could see that they were a perfect match except, of course, for Vlad. Vlad, an outsider with a lonely, bitter but relatively normal childhood, couldn’t relate. He played along with his roommates silly ideas because he was captivated by Maddie. His hormones and self-importance blinded him to the obvious chemistry between his two friends.

So they graduate, marry and move to a small midwest town. Amity Park is no New York City but it’s practically a metropolis compared to where Jack and Maddie grew up. Jack himself is eager to adjust to modern life, more than happy to forget being a child lonely, bored and restless in the quiet woods. Maddie though keeps that independent edge and ferocity that led her to the love of her life and research that never grows old. They have a daughter and son and raise them with simple luxuries they never had growing up. It causes a separation, parents and children simply unable to connect because of vastly different upbringings. The Fentons foster love, opportunities and an invitation to be themselves which they both missed as children. Jazz and Danny could do with a bit more normalcy. 

When the ghost portal is active and their theories stop being scribbles on paper and become real, those old habits come back. When scared, faced with the unknown, the put aside their interest in exploration and raised their weapons. For Jack and Maddie Fenton, science was a love they both learned but hunting and protecting their own was instinct. 

#danny phantom #this is an extremely long way of saying that Jack and Maddie were woodsy rural kids #the kind who grew up very isolated very disatisfied #where its easier to find a gun then a book #jack fenton #maddie fenton #the ghost obsession had to come from somewhere #I like Jack having a weird encounter and fixating on discovering what and why #Maddie I can see being more to prove herself 'oh ghosts arent real? I'll show you' #but that instant connection when you meet someone who just *understands* #they also tried to provide their kids what THEY didn't have which was material goods and a chance to explore #not quite getting that its not what their kids want of them #J&M also dont quite fit in with other Amity adults bc they still retain 'deep woods energy' #i hope no one takes this the wrong way #I have relatives who live totally off the grid #and I'm half in the woods myself #it gives off a vibe which I get from the Fentons #the hunter vs scientist debate is one I see alot in discussions of the fentons #learning about Danny and ghosts forces them to put those woodsy instincts aside and be proper scientists #now thats a journey I'd love someone else NOT ME to write about