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Chilcille huh... ngl I was a little suspicious. like why would you do that, huh... hope youre not mischaracterizing anyone in your weird and wacky ship. a little weird. but then you said they both had flat asses and you know what? I salute you and your perfect characterization
The fact you seem to think you managed to not make this ask insulting is baffling. What the hell. Fuck off.
If you actually care to be open minded about the ship, I talk about marchil on my sideblog 24/7. Funnily enough I’m currently 4k words deep into an analysis of their character arc together in canon, but that’ll take some more days to get done. Some notable posts:
Of course without counting the analyses of Chilchuck on his own I’ve made, like my masterpost on his family situation. Or better yet you could also read my fics for them, see how weird and wacky they are here.
Wanna talk about mischaracterisation? They’re literally a comedic duo who interacts 24/7. Marchil is crazy bc ppl are like "did those shipper read with their eyes CLOSED?? They have no chemistry!" Meanwhile canon is like: "She’s obsessed with knowing everything she can about him and she reads him like a book." In her eyes he’s like that extra rare and hard and shiny unlockable dating sim character, that brooding mysterious character trope that’s thrilling to crack open and typically is at the center of the plot. The wife roleplay???? "Hey, did you know his type is blondes. Hey did you know he likes his women pretty and blonde. Hey did you know he likes her hair. Hey did you know that he teases her 24/7 and it’s one of the few things that consistently gets him grinning because he finds her reactions cute." Like a schoolyard bully pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes.
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It’s not like they have any thematic narratives or relevance. It’s not like she’ll live to 1000 and has existential dread about it while he’s logically gonna be her next friend to die at 50 and wether it’s romantic or platonic it’ll terrify her to lose him. It’s not like it’s fear of death x fear of rejection so they’re both obsessed with the thought of loss looming, past and ongoing. It’s not like it’s half-elf x half-foot and there’s an inherent journey that was and still is to dispel prejudices and truly come to see each other. It’s not like he’s painfully real and raw and flawed but still a good man, that he’s not the figure of prince charming that she’s always dreamed of while still being virtuous and worth fighting for. Or you know, her hair being golden and it being the epitome of beauty to him, and his hair turning silver and it being Marcille’s worst nightmare.
Just a weird wacky ship who means nothing but shallow things to people who have weirdo reasons for liking it. Like can you not. If you’re not imaginative enough to think of reasons why this ship may have an appealing dynamic that’s not my issue. But yes, yes, they’re both flat asses to me, thanks.
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What could be consider laws of the multiverse?
Or is there no such thing?
Aight aight
Let's go, explanation for time
For this one I will speak as creator
This is infos I've shared before on my site, and I got the greenlight to share it here !
Reminder that @neonross was the og creator of Out of Bounds and I am merely one of the artist and writers ( and alternatively the lore gremlin that make sure everything is smooth good lore lol ( so for lore clarification yeh I'm the good person to ask haha))
So here are the "laws" of the multiverse and how it works in wttmv specifically !
Those rules apply only in our story, but anyone who wants to use those concepts are welcome, of course ! Neon Ross's og intent was to have rules flexible enough for people to make characters and have fun with the concepts, but we don't mean to be an autority of any kind and ruin people's fun... Anyway, explanation time
It's not really "laws" so much as rules for ourselves and for our story, to give it nuances and stakes and the right amount of lore scratching complexity
Some characters however might tell you that these are laws lmao
✨Out of Bounds ✨
___-Lore Guide-___
Out of Bounds (OOB) is a realm existing beyond the multiverse, operating by its own rules and devoid of time. This guide provides insight into OOB's nature, its role in the multiverse, and the mechanics governing its interactions.
Nature of Out of Bounds
Definition :
• OOB is a space outside of alternate universes, akin to the Void Realm in Towags where forgotten characters and places reside.
• Awareness of this space is limited, known only to those who reside within or encounter its inhabitants.
Television :
• Floating televisions within OOB display AUs, acting as viewports or portals for interaction.
• Televisions serve as a primary means for Multiversers to observe and interact with AUs. ( While it is the primary way, note that there are exceptions and other ways to travel )
Shows :
• We call "show" the stories within the multiverse. Includes the Original, Variants, Alternate Universes.
• The Original cannot be touched or interacted with by anyone.
• Variants are copies of the original with very minor changes (art style, design, head canons). They can be interacted with on varrying degree, depending on the creator of the variant will.
• AUs are copies of Welcome Home with major or noticeable changes, from the story, to the characters and their designs.
Vintage Tapes :
• AUs are stored within vintage tapes, with the film inside representing the universe's timeline.
• Tapes categorize AUs into Fixed and Flexible, depending on the level of interaction allowed by the creators of each AUs.
Interference Mechanics :
• Interfering with Fixed AUs poses risks, as altering their storylines can lead to universe corrupt and/or collapse.
• Flexible AUs allow more interaction, often featuring crossovers and Y/N scenarios.
Out of Bound Spaces
Channels :
• Spaces integral to the multiverse system, including the Observer's TV room, the Archives, and Admin's film room.
Shows :
• The AUs themselves, contained in the multiverse, then OOB
Lost Media :
• Spaces not categorized as channels or tapes, such as the Keeper's domaine, Trader's space, and Stitcher's atelier. (Often time those are kind of like shells of dead/collapsed/modified AU, or pocket dimensions)
Pillars of Creation :
• Vast space outside of the multiverse, a galaxy-like zone full of stars, that is said to be where the creators of AUs reside. Very few characters go so far in the OOB.
In between :
• The void between the AUs. It is devoid of breathable air, often dark and lightless as well. Some multiversers are unaffected by the lack of air, but stay careful ! We don't know what lurks or leaks in the in-between
Diagram made by Bloomenvogel and Neon Ross for the Out of Bound as we see it in WTTMV
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Note : this diagram applies to wttmv, but feel free to use I with your characters if you want ! Just like all of those rules, we made those to help make the story as a whole
Out of Bound Inhabitants
Natives of OOB :
• The Out of Bound is often said to have a mind of its own... It will sometimes create its own variants of the core cast, for reasons still obscures to this day. Notable characters born from the OOB : Observer, Courier, Messenger
"Refugies"
• Cast or OC characters that had their worlds destroyed/corrupted/collapsed, and who are left to wander in the multiverse. Most often they will end up in Peacekeeper's domaine until they can be rehomed in a flexible tape or new universe, or adapt to the Out of Bounds.
• A character that adapts to the Out of Bounds will then be called "Multiverser" along with the native of OOB
• Characters considered "refugies turned multiverser" in wttmv : Peacekeeper, Filante, Trader, ShopKeeper, Watcheye, Stitcher, Croupier
Multiversers :
• Multiversers are the inhabitants of the Out of Bounds. Often times, they are anomalies that have developped specific abilities allowing them to reside or survive in the Out of Bounds. Those abilities often includes being able to travel to multiple flexible tapes, but not always. A multiverser will almost always be a variant of a cast character, and rarely, if not ever, a y/n or fan oc. (If you wonder why y/n and ocs are excluded from being multiversers specifically, it's because Y/N is at its core a you self insert, but *you* are supposed to be viewers in the story. It's fine when in a pocket universe like Keeper's and Trader, a y/n can exist there, but in the oob it could causes some problems of logic with viewer influence and control, or the focus of the story could go astray to fit a y/n, which is not a story we want to tell. It kinda goes for ocs too)
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I tried to say as much as I could without much spoilers... For the reminder, I already explained the main, general chronology of wttmv on the site
Ik, ik, it's a bit of a hassle to go search and look and all. Tbh the site is kind of a way to give a bit of a treat for the really big fans who are ready to go on a separate site to get lore lmao /lh
But now I get to ramble here too ! Hurray !
TLDR :
OOB is big and weird. The AUs and Variants can be interacted with only if allowed by the creators. Multiversers are the weird cast variants living in the oob. The OOB is kinda like an onion, it has layers. Most characters always stay in the multiverse part.
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“Adrien made Kagami realize she’s a lesbian because she was not attracted to him” is boring and overdone.
Kagami made Adrien realize she’s a lesbian because she called him her “boyfriend” and he flinched and she was like “oh shoot what’s wrong” and he was like “i dont know, boyfriend is a really weird word for some reason” And because she’s Kagami, instead of being like “oh he clearly doesn’t want me” she just sat him down immediately and started googling Other Words and trying All of Them, and then she tried “do you want to be my girlfriend?” on a whim and he was like “holy shit this has awoken something in me.” And then kagami was like “oh huh i may be a lesbian.”
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wonderdrive14 · 1 year
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♥ Demon AU ♥
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benkeibear · 3 months
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Regarding the discourse. Is it wrong of people to send death threats, misgender, throw around all kinds of big words? Yes. We don't need to argue about this.
Is it acceptable of people, regardless of being a csa survivor or not to tell (other) csa survivors that they're not allowed to be emotional or even triggered? No. Not for one second.
I'm tired of seeing this, tired of being told "it's just fiction it can not harm you" yes. It is a drawing but it brings back trauma I wasn't and still am not ready to share but feel forced to do so by having other csa survivors tell me that my emotions aren't valid. Dark content is a way to cope for many and it's okay as long as it stays fiction! Does this mean people who like dark content have to like the entirety spectrum? Definitely not. Curate your own experience. Block them and move on.
Personally I enjoy cnc because it gives me the feeling of having power over a situation that happened years ago. I enjoy my gore movies. I enjoy (some) dark content but I draw the line at shota/loli out of personal reasons. It doesn't justify sending hate or calling a person a pedophile (as long as it stays fiction) but i'm allowed to warn others who feel the same. I'm allowed to curate my own experience.
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yan-snowcave · 6 days
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My brainrot is still going strong so I made this chart, apperance wise I based it off on the Cannibal Sweetheart one (also sorry if the arrows suck, I did all this in MSpaint & 3D Paint :'D)
Characters, Sprites & Background belong to; @perfectlovevn
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majoringinsarcasm · 1 year
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“I hate people who mindlessly praise RWBY and deny any of its awful writing choices”
I have no idea what circles you’re in that have people like this. I won’t deny they exist bc I’m certain they do, but I’ve seen so many ppl who love RWBY with all their hearts talk about multiple things across the volumes they didn’t like or wish had happens differently or where a scene was weak or where the pacing was off. Especially after people politely explained issues they had with V9 while still throughly enjoying the volume as a whole.
Again I’m not denying the existence of mindless praise but I have to ask WHO you’re coming across who In Earnest and not as a joke say the show is 100% Perfect For Real. Bc in the 10 years I’ve been watching the show I have not seen those people. Which maybe means I’m lucky?
But I feel like RWBY specially gets so much hate and shade and ppl talk about “bad writing” every other episode for the past six volumes like. Bruh if it’s THAT bad HOW are you still watching? There’s thinking it’s bad and hoping it’ll get better and then there’s hate watching and being confused why people seem to love a thing you hate and that doesn’t sound fun At All
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wormlette · 2 months
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HI WOAGH THERE'S A LOT OF YOU WHO WANT HIM TO FUCK THAT OLD MAN. here have a thingie from my other fic which is about. laios getting sex pollened and needing that old man to take care of him. xoxoxo
It was a neat loophole for recreational (non-idiot) usage of dryad pollen that your refractory period was significantly shortened until you came inside something warm and wet. It was possible to trick one’s senses by rubbing off between thighs or breasts, but Chilchuck had discarded any possibilities of just letting Laios rut against him. For one, he was way too careless when he got too involved in something even without being drugged, and they were Not going to Marcille for healing. For another, swallowing it seemed… neater. In a way he could not articulate even to himself. It could disappear between them, no scrubbing his skin raw or washing come out of his clothes. Like it had never happened.
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fiapple · 1 year
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society if dc hired a writing team of colour who could acknowledge the racial coding of starfire & raven, explore vic's status as a Black man in modern america who's specific disability further means his body is going to be read a certain way by certain people no matter what he does, along with potentially finding a way to sort through the racisim + fetishization that went into prior depictions of dick's heritage:
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trousle-ink · 1 year
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Kiss by the fish??
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All hail the "rottin' attraction" ibispaint brush and the picture I stole this from: https://pin.it/v6bAua2
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opens-up-4-nobody · 9 months
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#hello to anyone who happens to b interested in the saga of my life... also maybe the irl person i gave my url to... hopefully my blog#didnt freak her out too much lol. anyway so its been a busy week? 2 weeks? month? year? life? its been a lot. my parents helped me move#across the country from the desert to somewhere that's beautiful and green. my dad is so jealous of me lol its so so so pretty and theres s#so much to do. will i do any of it? that remains to be seen but im gonna try to be better about that sort of thing. try to get some help#with the thoughts in my head that keep me from doing and enjoying most things. its weird like im decorating my new room which i love. the#location and living situation seem ideal and i really hope i can stay here all 5 years of my program but i was picking a lot of bright#colors and now it feel uncomfortable. like if i wear things that r too bright or my room is too bright without dark contrast it feel weird#like if im wearing it it kinda makes me feel sick. idk what thats abt. anyway. ill try to heal my brain and im just so happy to b out of the#southwest. i was so so so excited when we were leaving thr city and even more so when we left the state. i cant believe im here. in December#it felt like a million years away and i really truely could not fathom how i was gonna survive that long. my thoughts were so distorted. but#i did and here i am. and in like a month i should b starting my phd program and my parents were telling me how excited ppl r for me and#jealous of where im living and im glad. im glad they're excited. i think i am too but its under a layer of: if i get excited it wont happen#im not allowed to b excited or it wont happen. which is irrational but ya kno. anyway so that's yeah. im so happy to have a fresh start and#the town seems super cool. a liberal blip in a sea of... not that so theyre very visibly pride forward haha and i think itll b way easier#for me to get around without driving. and im gonna try to make friends. i need someone to tell me where to get tattoos haha. so yea im happy#but exhausted and i dont wanna go back to work and so so greatful to my parents for being wonderful ppl idk how bc both of them had fucked#up childhoods. like my mum will say the saddest shit and im like bro this is y i don't wanna talk to my grandma fuck her and my dads parents#r so fucked. like my nana is the reason im so fucking control freaked out but i kno i have issues and she has no insight and thinks shes#better than everyone. anyway hopefully i can get back to drawing a posting more now. ive been drawing it its been in a sketch book#like an actual sketch book for sketching big ideas thst r gonna take fucking forever to draw 😭#so that's all. just uprooted my whole life. thats all. but in a good way :-]#unrelated
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apollokyler · 14 days
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want to jumpscare people with my opinions on this blog so bad like i'm allowed to speak my mind on a weirdos speaking their minds website right
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evermoredeluxe · 4 months
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i got a long angry anon about my accidental false reporting (not the 💀 anon), and i literally messaged everyone telling them to delete the ice video. be happy anon 👍
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whumpacabra · 4 months
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32. Walk
Anxiety, flinching, panic attack, anticipated violence, implied past captivity, implied past abuse, law enforcement mention, accusations of crimes [larceny], referenced stitches, minor self deprecation
AU Masterpost / Previous / Next
The Wolf’s steps faltered as he followed Dan out of the diner. His skin crawled at the idea of leaving Harrison behind, but he knew in his gut that it was just the paranoid, terror-blinded part of his brain.
(It had to be, right?)
But the real reason he stopped after a few paces was to look at the snow falling from the gray sky. It crunched under his borrowed boots as he turned, the clouds so perfectly smooth. He involuntarily flinched as Dan’s footsteps return, shaking snow from his thick black hair with a sheepish grin on his lips.
(It almost didn’t feel like a mask. He might have actually been smiling.)
“Haven’t seen snow in a while.” The Wolf started walking again, eyes glued to the gathering slush on the ground.
“You and me both.” Dan huffed, winded by the Wolf’s pace. He slowed and shortened his steps, the way he had for Harrison in the bunker. There wasn’t anything to run from now, no immediate threat on their heels. “Been a cold spring. Too cold and dry - this melt’ll be good for the pastures.”
The Wolf hummed in agreement, hands deep in his wool coat’s pockets. The borrowed clothes from Dan were appreciated, mostly on account of not smelling like blood and sweat and cigarette smoke. Harrison had needed to borrow from Thomas - not that those clothes fit his emaciated frame much better.
“Tommy’s a good kid. He didn’t mean anything by it.” The Wolf glanced over at Dan, blinking away a snowflake caught on his eyelashes. “Been taking care of his sister this last year after their parents passed. He’s, ah, a bit of an idealist, you know?”
The Wolf nodded absentmindedly, glancing at the shop windows they passed on this quaint main street. A cobbler and tailor on one side. A baker and general store on the other. A hairdresser, a post office. So painfully alien and yet so painfully normal.
“Boy was meant to get a law degree out East. Half the reason Cliff hired him was to give the kid a leg up. He was taking their deaths pretty hard.”
“And his sister?” The Wolf felt a chip of curiosity between his teeth, mingled with the sour knowledge that he wasn’t tasked with interrogation. Not here, not anymore, and yet it still drove his question. The more he knew about his allies the better, right?
(It wasn’t selfish, it wasn’t a desperation for leverage to use against them, was it?)
“Toughing it out. She was at the Trautmire’s learning how to take apart a gear assembly when the house went.”
“Fire?”
“Gas explosion. We think anyway - we’re not exactly the FBI out here and there wasn’t much left.” Dan turned toward a gravel road offshoot at the end of the main street, the winding path leading toward the smell of motor oil. “Cliff tried to get the State Troopers to come down but…guess little old Cedar Hills ain’t that interesting.”
A stout, stocky woman who hardly came to the height of the Wolf’s chest was working on a vehicle in the garage. Despite her stature, she appraised him with harsh, untrusting eyes.
“This one of your strays, Dan?”
“Word gettin’ round that fast?”
“I’ve got a humvee soaked in blood in my garage. You think Terry can keep his mouth shut on his rounds?” The woman huffed, wiping her hands off on a rag and tucking it in the top of her coveralls as she hopped down from where she had been elbow deep in a jeep. Tucking back her coppery curls under a headband, she extended a hand, still smudged with the black residue of old grease, to the Wolf.
“Alice.”
The Wolf froze before he could flinch away, hesitating as he felt his stomach drop to his feet. Frustration simmered in his blood - she was a civilian. Why was he scared of a simple handshake?
(He knew why, but that didn’t make the shame burn any less.)
“Wolf’s arm is fucked. Best he doesn’t pull any stitches.” Dan recovered for him smoothly, waving a hand dismissively that caused Alice to drop her own in response.
“Fair enough.” She nodded toward the humvee, starting towards it as she walked. “Forget something in the truck I assume?”
“Actually they’re looking to get out of town.”
Alice glanced from Dan to the Wolf.
“That so?”
“Yes. The sooner the better.”
“What’s the rush?”
“They’re just anxious to get home is all. The truck run?” Dan cut in, once again covering the flash of panic in the Wolf’s eyes when he was faced with such direct confrontation.
(Why did he ever think he could keep up this facade when he was this weak? How was he going to stop the project from hurting people when he was afraid of handshakes and hard eyes?)
“In theory, sure. Filled up the tank and everything.”
“In theory?”
“Forgot to give me the keys, Dan.” Alice laughed shaking her head. “You got ‘em Wolf?”
“No.” He didn’t like the way her face pinched in suspicion at his blunt answer. “Harrison got it started when I was…” He trailed off, glancing down at his arm.
“Why didn’t you bring the guy with the keys, Danny? Christ almighty are you sure you don’t need to go down to the VA for dementia testing?”
“There isn’t a key, Alice.” Dan grit out the words, tension gathering in his shoulders as he shifted and cross his arms. “Can you get it running without ‘em?” Confusion morphed to understanding, and then anger colored her face.
“You had me tow a stolen truck and keep it in my garage?” Alice was incredulous, a bubble of rage rising in her throat as she glared up at Dan. “Since when do you stoop to helping - of course you’d be the one taking in a couple of thieves you bleedin’ heart. Where’s Thomas? Is Cliff back yet or - “
“Alice, please.” Dan’s voice was soft, eyes desperate. The Wolf could barely see him through the tears gathering in his own eyes. Panic had his heart racing against his aching ribs.
“Don’t ‘Alice please’ me old man. You don’t know what else he’s done…”
Her angry snarls were drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in the Wolf’s ears. Dan didn’t know what else he had done. Would he find out? What would he do if he did?
(He knew what Smith would have done.)
What if she called in more police? (The phone lines were down - she couldn’t.) What if she refused to give them the truck back? (The Wolf was frightened by the knowledge that it would be easy compared to stealing it in the first place.) What if -
“Dammit, Wolf - hey, Wolf, son, you need to breathe.” The Wolf looked up, eyes wide as he saw hands coming toward him.
It was sheer instinct.
His legs buckled, knees hitting the concrete floor with a familiar crack. His left arm shielded his face as best it could, compensating for his injured right arm. He tried to make himself small, to protect his still tender torso from further abuse.
(A kick to his already aching ribs would surely make him scream.)
His ears were ringing, implants whining to hear who would come up behind him (he should have at least backed up to a wall first, idiot). But no footsteps came. He could hear the dull thrum of his heart as the panic subsided, arm slowly guided away from his face by gentle hands.
Dan’s hands. Dan was good. Dan was safe.
“You’re alright son, I wasn’t going to - you’re fine.”
The Wolf forced himself to swallow the coppery panic in his throat, thin, shallow breaths sucked between his teeth. He could feel heat creeping up his cheeks, frustration and embarrassment in equal measure as he wrenched away his hand to wipe away the unbidden tears.
“You back with us, son?”
He nodded, wincing as he stumbled back to his feet, stepping back to put distance between himself and them. He needed space - he needed his back against a solid wall - he needed to get out out out -
(Pull it together Wolf. You’re a professional.)
Something about that thought eased the weight in his chest, breaths coming easier and leaving smoother. He glanced up, both offended by and relieve to see pity in Alice’s eyes as she spoke.
“I’ll get it running. One way or another.”
AU Masterpost / Previous / Next
(An AU of my Freelancers series)
Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams
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gingerbreadmonsters · 4 months
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sleepy and v fed up w this blasted reading for japanese history class tomorrow. give me 45 minutes to finish this article and i will be back to talk about kissing or something
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hella1975 · 11 months
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assigning a character the highest honour like *adds go home by julien baker to their playlist*
#and by honour i mean pointing at them like TRAUMATISED! TRAUMATISED! TRAUMATISED!#like yeah relating to this song is a red flag actually. yeah it's one of the most personal songs in the world to me#and i actively am not allowed to listen to it some days bc it makes me significantly worse#even if im in a GOOD mood because of the layers upon layers of emotions ive associated with it#yeah i literally wont even blorbo post to this song even if it's accurate to a character because it's so personal#so they have to be REALLY FUCKING SPECIAL AND FUCKED IN THE HEAD to get this honour. enter touya#i made him a playlist im going crazy like yeah actually of course i was always gonna be weird about him#like he's got fire themes. he's got body horror. he just wanted to be good. he's ethel cain coded. he's georgia coded#he's got mommy AND daddy AND sibling issues. he's the only other character ive let even come close to mary on a cross#he's a waiting room girlie. he's an archer girlie. im tearing my hair the fuck out of my scalp#why does the first character ive latched onto this hard since CHUUYA have to be from mha of all things#like that's embarassing for me im embarassed to be here. and yet#touya todoroki#the thing that makes me sick about touya is yes the abuse he went through via his quirk and his dad etc etc#but also bc sekota peak happened when he was 13 right? and he's 24 now? that's 11 years unaccounted for#like ik it's confirmed his burns put him in a coma for 3 years and all for one and the dr guy just stapled his stubborn self together#which is something else i will YELL MY HEAD OFF ABOUT WHAT THE FUCKKKKK HE WAS A CHILD STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT#but im pretty sure it's confirmed that after 3 years he goes off again on his own? which still leaves him as a teenager?#like he straight up burns himself alive at 13 wakes up at 16 and reappears at 24 with dyed hair and piercings and a bad attitude#and im not supposed to wonder? or get upset? like i absolutely am leaning into the 'he was on the streets' angle bc i hate myself#and that's devastating and also what alternative is there logically like he has NOTHING#no home no money no name that he can feasibly use not even an appearance that will warrant anything but more cruelty#so youve got this child on the streets with injuries that absolutely cause insane amounts of pain daily he's literally STAPLED together#and he's completely alone and the only thing getting him through is this growing hatred and rage#like id set all my plans around killing the guy that put me there too actually just to fucking get me out of bed in the morning#I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM. WHERE WAS HE FOR THE PAST DECADE. HORIKOSHI PLEASE#I WANNA GO HOME IM SICK THERES MORE WHISKEY THAN BLOOD IN MY VEINS MORE TAR THAN AIR IN MY LUNGS#PIERCE MY SKIN NEEDLES TO WORN OUT RAGS THE FOLDS IN MY ARMS THE SICKENING BLACK AND I HAVENT BEEN TAKING MY MEDS#I KNOW MY BODY IS JUST DIRTY CLOTHES IM TIRED OF WASHING MY HANDS GOD I WANT TO GO HOME
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