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nightswatchdisbandmentera · 7 months

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I’ve been rereading AGOT and this is how I’d summarize Jon Snow’s entire arc chapter by chapter

Jon l - Local teen bastard has a big realization that he has no social status while attending a royal party. He bursts into tears and goes to sulk in a corner.

[Interlude] Arya I - Local elementary schooler has an awakening about the unfairness of feudalism. She joins her aforementioned teen brother as they sulk in a corner.

[Interlude] Bran II - Elementary-age boy worried that his moody teen brother is sulking in corners far too much. He then has a terrible accident, which is a precursor to him sulking in corners as well.

Jon II - Local moody teen realizes that one should not make rash, life altering decisions while drunk. Now realizing that he has signed up for his local JROTC, which is a lifelong commitment to a frozen penal colony, he sulks around multiple corners as he says goodbye to several family members.

[Interlude] Tyrion II - Florida man makes fun of moody teenage military recruit who has just now realized that he has fallen victim to untruthful feudalist military propaganda. He laughs as the teen proceeds to sulk in a (fiery) corner.

Jon III - A local moody teen is forced to check his privilegeᵀᴹ after behaving in an appalling manner towards his fellow army recruits. Lonely, depressed, and homesick, he proceeds to sulk in a corner for a few days, but manages to make a few friends nonetheless.

[Interlude] Tyrion III - Perpetually drunk and annoying know-it-all Florida man strikes an unlikely friendship with a moody teen who has a tendency to sulk in corners due to issues making friends.

Jon IV - Local moody teen makes a new friend during JROTC training. Said friend is bullied for his exceptionally large frame, which makes for a rather poor soldier, but the moody teen stands up for him in front of the entire army base. The bullying eventually stops due to his efforts. Later, the two boys go to sulk in a corner, bonding over their shared sense of insecurity and rejection.

Jon V - Local moody teen finds out that his new bff is flunking JROTC. He proceeds to sulk in a forest, but still thinks of a solution to save said friend. Spoiler: he is successful and his friend graduates just fine.

Jon VI - Local moody teen graduates JROTC, but as a junior officer which is not at all what he wanted. He very angrily sulks out in the open, throwing a massive fit while he’s at it, until it is pointed out to him (much to his embarrassment) that this post will directly put him in the line of command.

Jon VII - Local moody teen learns that his beloved father has been imprisoned on grounds of treason. Incensed, he attacks a senior officer who makes fun of the situation. He is placed on house arrest by the army commander, which gives him plenty of time to sulk in a corner. However, his sulking is cut short when zombies attack the army base and he has to save the commander.

Jon VIII - For his bravery while fighting a zombie, local moody teen is gifted a special magic sword. He sulks about it because it should’ve been his father’s sword he’s getting. He is also conflicted because while he has already said his vows and bound himself to the penal colony, he still wants to go aid his family which is now on the brink of war after his father’s execution. Unable to do much else, he has no other choice but to go around sulking in several corners.

Jon IX - Local moody teen makes the foolish decision to dip out of army school to join his family that has gone off to war. He broodily decides to help his brother enact revenge for his father’s murder. However, he is unable to get very far because his friends catch up to him (with the help of his equally moody pet wolf) and is ultimately convinced to go back. Once he returns, the army commander gives him a good talking to and tells him that it’s time to grow up go on a real mission. This local teen has been looking forward to this the entire time, but he wants to go aid his family. He is forced to make a heartbreaking decision. Ultimately choosing duty over love, he has no choice but to make his way towards the north and sulk in whatever corners he will come across beyond the wall.

#really this whole book is just—life: *happens*#jon snow: *proceeds to sulk in a corner*#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #jon snow #a game of thrones #bran stark #arya stark #tyrion lannister #sam tarly #and big shoutout to arya bran tyrion and sam for being his sulking buddies 🫶🏽

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loving-family-poll · 3 months

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i fear we are departing from incest but i love to hear myself talk so i shall tell you about my sister's complex about me. first we have to establish some things: my sister is older than me (the oldest of us all, i'm second oldest, just mentioning it bc me not being the youngest feels important here), my sister has an inferiority complex that stems from me being the successful one (probably will come up later but i was a very smart kid and ended up skipping so many grades that i started college at 15), and that my sister has always had bad anxiety and is very very sensitive to rejection

so. let's start from the beginning. our father left us young, didn't pay child support, was generally an asshole, but most importantly he would visit for one reason: me. i was the favorite because, as i mentioned, i was a smart kid and he is very success-oriented so naturally he took to me (and off-topic but this happens so often. like very very success driven people have been weirdly into me since i was a little kid. weird shit but i've used it to my advantage cough cough getting a kid flunked and almost expelled) so anyway our father visits us just for me, even tells me about all the women he was cheating on my mom with before they got divorced. and my sister? my sister has bad anxiety, she's sensitive to being left out. and more than that she has very very strong rejection sensitivity. so how do you think it'd feel to be the oldest child and yet be ignored by our father (this did not affect my other siblings they were too young). so this puts me above her in her mind

she fails a lot in school and this wrecks her confidence, especially since i've always been greatly successful in school. she's pushed aside by her father for me, she's pushed away by her teachers for me (to the point that i would have a teacher for a short time before i'd test out and they'd still call her my name no matter how long she had them). she also has very poor social skills so she was never liked by her peers while i was funny and i was smart and i was such a goody-two-shoes brat but teachers adored me to the point that i could get away with anything i wanted (yes i was pulling shit i think i had a habit of attacking one of my teachers and everyone was cool with it) and she'd be scolded for any little issues because she wasn't as liked + she was more frustrating (she had untreated adhd for a hot minute). keep in mind that most of this was happening while we were both under 10/11

so. you'd think that she would have some deep-seated resentment against me. and you would be correct! now idk what you know about psychology and chances are it's bs anyway (<-psych major that does not trust the field in the slightest) but there's this nifty little concept called reaction formation. it's freudian so. take that as you will. but basically it's just when a strong emotion switches from one to another. for example: hate to love, love to hate… resentment to adoration?

so that's my theory for the basis of this. she has an inferiority complex and a sensitivity to rejection and i was everything she wasn't and for whatever reason her kid brain said hey, why not love my sister instead. and honestly this wasn't that like. prevalent until we teenagers, because i became very neurotic and anxious and developed some disorders you know how it is. and now we see something new in my sister: she likes to take care of people. if i couldn't do something she would do it for me, if someone was pushing my boundaries she would enforce them. i basically spent all of middleschool hiding away in our home (i was homeschooled atp) with only her for company since i'd hide in our room. so she;s taken on the role of being my protector. probably because if she would never be better than me, at least she could be the one protecting me. it made her important. it made her necessary. it made her feel needed. and that is when i catch on. i encouraged her a bit, started praising her, thanking her for any little thing she did, calling for her anytime i needed help because she just loves to feel needed so badly. and yeah maybe that was manipulative and maybe it was wrong but i was also like. 14 or 15 when i started doing this

anyway so she has this whole complex about needing to protect me so that she can feel needed and it's all fueled by her inferiority complex that honestly drives so much of what she does. i find it highly amusing.

so yeah. she's basically a dog to me. tell her she's good and give her a treat and she'll do what you want. and if she does something that makes me upset she folds so fucking quickly it's wild. it's that fear of rejection. she could never stand for me of all people to drop her

and to the person who wanted us in the tournament together sorry but we are just weird about each other in a not-so-incesty way but the vibes are kinda there

The way I was glued to this ask reading SO intently. What you two have going on is so much weirder than if you'd just fucked (complimentary)

#asks #not a poll #incest confessions

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omegalomania · 2 years

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highlights from the virtual signing joe did back before his book tour, cause i havent seen anyone talk about it yet:

ppl who participated in the signing got to do a sweepstakes for a merch package and when the spokesperson was showing it off joe was like "and it's got a LOCKPICK and a GARROTE and a BALACLAVA so just DO WHATEVER DAMAGE YOU LIKE"

he introduced black flag, his favorite band, to his daughter and she thought it sounded terrible lkdfjldjfkd

when fob went to induct green day at the hall of fame joe mentions smoking weed with joan jett and miley cyrus. icon.

he regrets not having better tools to deal with his anxiety about touring and worrying about how every time he got in the van he'd be leaving home. "...and i wish i had, instead of looking out the back window, looked toward the front of the van and realized i was with four or five of my best friends and that i was in safe company."

re: the rest of the band, "they are like brothers, at the end of the day. it's a brotherly relationship."

his 8 year old begs him to watch horror movies and r-rated movies with him and he tells her she can watch them when she's 30

"let's talk about music. nothing better than talking about music. don't listen to it. just talk about it."

when asked about his proudest accomplishment: "i love all my children equally. but here's the reality. i am SO proud of fall out boy because it's a gigantic band that i started as a teenager. we just did stadium shows supporting GREEN DAY."

he's also super proud of the damned things and how honored he was that scott ian from anthrax, one of his personal heroes, trusted him to do so much writing

the interviewer goes, "all right here's a softball" and joe goes, "SOFT ME. uh, what?"

his favorite guitar is his 1965 reverse-body gibson firebird

his favorite transformer is grimlock

this question was supposed to be a lightning round but when asked "nintendo or sega" he says nintendo and then spends about 3 minutes talking abt punchout and then rattling off obscure sonic trivia. i love him.

his favorite video game is final fantasy 7. he says he "nearly flunked" out of middle school because of it.

he has a hard time picking a favorite horror movie since he loves horror but he picks "texas chainsaw massacre" as the one that affected him the most. he also recommends "anything for jackson" because it will "give you nightmares, if you are interested in having nightmares"

his favorite star wars character is yoda because his wisdom applies to real life very frequently

a fan-submitted question talked about with knives and how much the fan liked his vocals and both the interviewer and joe smiled REALLY big!!!!

sadly he doesn't like singing that much cause he doesn't like his voice. also he says fall out boy has a really good singer already. but he won't rule out doing some solo venture and recording super distorted vocals someday

re: what he wants to be remembered for the most - "having a sick bod, man."

"no, genuinely, i want my children to remember me as a good father. that's like the truth. and for having a sick bod."

he really doesn't hold any grudges about the hazing he got in the early days of touring because it was an initiation ritual and it weathered him quickly to touring life. he doesn't think people could get away with it now though.

"if you're gonna punch somebody though, do it when they're not looking"

re: favorite song to play live - "i don't care" because it "Just Rocks." and it's really fun!

his bluetooth in his car started playing "of all the gin joints in the world" and he texted patrick about how good of a song it was and how it'd be nice to play it live again

"as the kids maybe used to say, it SLAPS." brief discussion regarding the difference between a bop and a slap.

currently most of his musical ambitions lie in whatever fall out boy will do next

he tried scoring and composing for commercials and the like and he found that he really does not like it that much

he apologizes for not getting a haircut before the livestream. "this is just how i am, sloppy and unpresentable." (note: he was doing this livestream after a 13-hour flight from rock in rio in brazil)

#fall out boy #joe trohman #*making poasts #i felt like doing this tonight because certain Subsections of bandom are being very irritating and id like some good vibes #plus this was a really lovely little q&a #of all the gin joints!!! he would love to play it live again!!!!!

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lexxiisstuff · 2 years

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𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐢

Warning: none.

Academic Rivals AU but he's been pining for years.

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"Come on y/n I just need the answer to question two" You rolled your eyes playfully at your best friend, Akira and slid your Economic notes over to her.

"You really should attempt this exercise on your own yunno. How will you ever get better if you don't try to do them yourself" You grabbed a pencil and began jotting down notes on the new section and Akira scoffed.

"Listen here smarty pants not all of us are intellectually gifted like some in our class" Her eyes went to you and drifted lightly over Tsukishima who was seated far left of the lecture hall. His blank bored expression clear as day. You glared at her

"I hope you're not actually complimenting Satan's spawn over there because I'll be very disappointed in you" You said harshly.

You and Tsukishima had been in the same class the whole of high school and were now sharing three classes in your first year of University. To say you disliked him would be an understatement. You loathed him. He was obnoxious, rude and arrogant not to mention exceptionally smart. You couldn't remember how many times you had battled it out with him for first in the grade. He'd won majority, but on the few times you did beat him nothing was sweeter.

"You two really need to hug out all this animosity" Akira said shrugging "you've been at this since high school"

You were about to respond but the professor began to hand out last weeks essays. You smiled at the large bolded 94% above your name. You hadn't expected to do so well considering economics wasn't your strong point. You watched Tsukishima take his paper and frown at the grade. You smirked lightly. He wasn't the greatest in economics either.

When class finally ended Akira asked you to meet in the dining hall a bit later because she had to talk to her advisor. You nodded smiling and walked out of the lecture hall.

"Y/n!" You froze at the sound of your name behind you. Maybe if you continued walking he wouldn't see you. You took another step cautiously but Tsukishima was unfortunately next to you a second later "What's the rush?"

"What do you want Tsukishima?" You said continuing your walk along campus. The tall blond matched your stride easily and you glared up at him.

"Just curious as how you did on the Eco Essay" He said adjusting his glasses. You thought it was kind of endearing actually. Endearing??? You shook the odd thought away.

"None of your business" You muttered

"Did you flunk? There's nothing to be ashamed of. Economics is hard" You glanced at him skeptically and stopped walking.

"Did you flunk?" You whispered it like it was some sort of crazy conspiracy and Tsukishima snorted.

"Don't be an idiot" He lifted his paper to flash the bright red 97% and it was your turn to frown.

"Good for you Tsukishima" You said and began to walk again. This time alot faster.

"Come on are you seriously not going to tell me how much you got?" He said and you sighed. He wouldn't quit if you didn't. You handed him your paper and watched him smirk. Smug bastard.

"What a shame" He tsked and you snatched your paper back.

"Whatever. Can you go away now I have things to do and your presence slows me down" You mumbled

"Aww am I your distraction?"

"More like a nuisance" You heard his laughter as you entered the dorm building and hated the small smile that twitched at your lips.

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"I hate parties" You pouted as Akira held your hand maneuvering you both through the masses of people. The dress you were wearing was one that was slightly out of your comfort zone but still you enough that you weren't insecure but the hills Akira had shoved you in were slowly damaging your feet.

"You've said that four times and it's only been 10 minutes. Come on loosen up. You only live once" She grabbed two cups of beer and handed you one.

"That's what they say in every idiotic teenage movie where the protagonist is about to do something stupid" You sipped the beer slowly and cringed. Cheap beer was not good. Ever.

"Akira! Hey come play with us" You saw a good looking boy call her over to the beer pong table and she glanced at you hesitantly.

"Go" You said smiling.

"Nah I don't want to leave you"

"I'll be fine Akira. I don't need a babysitter. Have fun" she bit her lip.

"Alright but only one game. Call me if you need anything. Anything at all okay" You nodded watching her drift towards the boys. You wish you had that type of energy. The kind people were drawn to.

You made your way through the large house towards the kitchen. Only a few people were in there. You leaned against the wall filling your empty glass and taking a hesitant sip.

"Well hello there Cutie" You glanced up at the short dark haired boy and tensed. Was he talking to you?

"Um hi?" He was a boy from your English lecture and he was known for having terrible grades and an even worse reputation. You glanced towards the exit. Maybe you should run.

"Having fun" He leaned towards you caging you between him and the counter and you trembled. He was definitely wasted

"I have a boyfriend" You nearly shouted. The boy only chuckled.

"Oh yeah? Where is he?" He leaned closer and you shrank away. If push came to shove you could punch him. Maybe kick him. You were thinking of the best way to defend yourself when you saw the tall figure behind the boy.

"Get the fuck away from her. Right now" Tsukishima growled threatingly. You glanced up. His jaw was clenched his eyes were dark and you'd never been more relieved to see him.

The brunette stepped away holding his hands up in surrender "Sorry man. Thought she was single"

"She's not so fuck off." The boy scampered away from you and you leaned back closing your eyes with a small sigh.

"You okay?" You looked up to a concerned Tsukishima and nodded slightly.

"I hate parties" You whispered

"As do I." He approached you slowly as if not to scare you off and you stood still. Weirdly you didn't tense or freeze but willed him forward. "Why come?"

"I though it would be fun" You mumbled sadly. "I wanted to do something different other than reading Austen and watching reruns of criminal minds on a Friday "

"Then read Wilde and watch reruns of X-Files but you don't have to make yourself uncomfortable. You hated parties since high school" You stared at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because I went to every one in hopes you'd be there" He muttered quietly. Before you could answer he stretched out a hand "Message Akira. Tell her I'm walking you home"

"How do you know I came with Akira?"

"Because I know you. If you're doing something out of your comfort zone there's a high chance Akira is lurking somewhere" You couldn't help the smile you gave him. Maybe he did know you. You pulled out your phone and sent a text to your best friend.

Tsukishima led you out of the house and all the while kept a strong hand on your lower back. You flushed lightly at the feeling of him touching you. God this was crazy. Tsukishima and you could barely stand each other and yet here you are seeking refuge in him.

"Thanks Kei" You mumbled softly when you finally made it out of the house and onto the sidewalk. He stumbled lightly.

"You've never called me that before" He looked at you and gulped anxiously. You were so beautiful he thought. Like something written out of a story about princesses and fairies. He never felt as angry as he did tonight watching that asshole hassle you. He watched you rub your arms awkwardly and tried not to smile. God he wanted to hold you. He wanted to take you into his arms and give you all the comfort he could offer. Maybe someday you'd let him.

"I think after tonight I deserve to call you that no?" You grinned playfully and he nudged you rolling his eyes.

"You can call me whatever you'd like y/n" His voice was soft, gentle almost tender and you felt a flutter inhibit your chest. What was happening?

The two of you made your way down the campus walkway. It was a 10 minute walk to your dorm. Tsukishima watched you waddle in your heels and grinned. "Would you like some help?"

"Unless you're offering to swap shoes I don't think you can help." You muttered uncomfortably.

"Wait here" He instructed and dashed off. You stood staring at light post in contemplation. Kei arrived five minutes later with a pair of sandals he bought from the schools merchandise in his hand. You giggled incredulously.

"Take off your heels" You slipped them off and shoved your feet into the sandals. They fit perfectly.

"How'd you know my shoe size?"

"Years of observation" You leaned down to grab the heels but he beat you to it grabbing them before you could

"I got it" He walked with your heels dangling from his left hand the other he pressed firmly against your back.

"Why are you being so nice to me tonight" you asked because you couldn't help it.

"I don't know." He said quietly "I'm tired of being at odds with you"

"You really think we can be friends?" You asked curiously.

"No. Because I don't want to be your friend either" He looked away nervously.

"Okay then what do you want Tsukishima?"

"Everything" He muttered

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Ahh I just love pining don't you?? I think I wanna do a part 2 lemme know what you guys think!!!

#headcanons #haikyu scenarios #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!!#hq fluff #tsukishima scenarios #otp prompts #haikyuu angst #academic rivals #enemies to lovers #hq imagines #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #tsukishima fanfiction

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iwander12 · 11 months

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How children and aging are depicted in LittleBigPlanet + Sackboy's canonical age

I've been wanting to write this post for a while now! This topic i find rather interesting as i'm in that turning point in life of being a newborn adult lol

I'm going to apologize beforehand though for my lack of knowledge about LBP PS Vita in case it had some relevancy to this post. It is the only full release i haven't played :( I'd also like the apologize for the strange pacing in this post- there's a lot to go through and otherwise I'd never get it done.

Do sackpeople age?

Yeah!

Perhaps the earliest* and obvious example are the child portrait stickers of the Creator Curators in LBP2. Most of them (aside from Eve) are used in the first proper level Rookie Test, in pictures of Larry giving flowers to Victoria and Avalon, Clive and Higginbotham graduating. In LBP3, there's a sticker of Newton as a baby in Nana Pud's hands. Sackboy: A Big Adventure has a prequel comic called "The Gathering Storm" starring Scarlet which depicts her as a child.

What do sackfolk look like growing up?

Considering baby Newton fit into Nana Pud's already small hands, babies must be really tiny.

SABA has the first example of a child in the games physically with the Death Stranding costume. Baby...

Wait, a baby sackperson is just a tiny sackperson?

*So this means that the Mini Sackboy item from LBP1 is a baby... (Yeah, it's not a plush. It's alive. It blinks.)

It's a fact that sackpeople use their children as fashion accessories. How delightful yet incredibly strange!

Child Scarlet is a little shorter than the shoulders of a standard sackperson. (She's the only example we have, so excuse the brevity... well there's Hildur, but I'm not sure if she counts as a sackling)

What about a teenager?

As previously established, there is a portrait of Avalon, Clive and Higginbotham graduating, though it's not specified whether they're graduating from high school or college, which would make them either roughly teenagers or young adults at that time. Clive is shorter than the other two in the past yet is about their height in-game, so it's more likely they were teenagers and Clive hit his growth spurt after graduation. A series of promotional videos released for LBP1 called "Life in LittleBigPlanet" state that a fully grown Sackperson is 8 centimeters tall.

Newton is said to have flunked out of the Popit Academy after one semester. Completing term 1 of Popit Puzzles will land you this neat graduation outfit.

It's also unspecified in-game whether the Popit Academy is a high school or a college, but considering its logo and what was described of Newton, it's definitely a college. (I am unsure of the system in England, but here in the US if you fail a semester of high school you just continue as usual and make up what you missed as additional work, instead of being kicked or dropped out.)

Newton's insecurities lie in his belief that he'll never live up to his father, and flunking out played into that. This is what led up to him wanting to use the Titans, to prove his potential to the world, and letting Bunkum's residents (including himself) make better use of its creativity. Of course there's no time range or limit to attend college, but most people tend to pursue it directly after high school, and coupled with Newton's bruised pride and desperation, let's assume for the sake of this post that Newton attended college straight away and is a young adult.

Most of the other sackling characters can easily be identified as adults or elders.

But what about .... YOU? Or, well, Sackboy... er...

The player vs. the character

It's a bit hard to define the separation of a character that's intended to be an expression of you versus yourself, because that separation is defined by yourself as well.

Let's say that the aspects of Sackboy that AREN'T decided/customized by the player are what is hard canon about him: This includes the official story levels, as you don't have a choice but to proceed, and less noticable things such as his personality and actions in the tutorial videos+ ads, and what's in his wardrobe (which is every single costume piece in the game. doesn't mean he wears it though. I wonder how cold he usually is).

Now, without you, who is Sackboy? He's a heroic sackling that has gone on many death-defying adventures across the globe and beyond. He's silent, gender non conforming and has a neverending amount of PlayStation cosplays. He goofs around with the narrator and knows how to use all game mechanics.

And, without your input, how old is he?

How old is Sackboy?

We've sorta already answered this question.

Sackboy is a physically fully grown sackling, as he is 8 centimeters tall. This would make him a teenager at the very youngest.

He has attended and graduated from Popit Academy, a college, which edges him into potential young adult or just general adult territory. (Teenagers can also attend college of course, but that's less common)

Having mentioned his wardrobe before, he has a lot of things that children typically wouldn't wear, including the aforementioned graduation outfit, facial hair, wedding outfits, fishnets, a speedo...among more

In SABA, he can wear piercings and a cute choker!

I'm not going to demonstrate this for obvious reasons, but there is even official art of him with genitalia. Go look at Media Molecule's Flickr if you really want to see it. Hell, knowing that and Mm's sense of humor, his name is rather inappropriate too. (I try to ignore this for the sake of my remaining childhood innocence.)

The Twitter is weird

There are a few tweets by the official LittleBigPlanet twitter that "state" Sackboy's age. These are actually referring to the franchise's age at the time they were posted. (Remember that LBP1 was released October 2008 and do some simple math)

(The GIF says "Happy 12th Birthday Sackboy)

Sackboy: A Big Adventure is weird

Sackboy is definitely NOT a child- why, after a decade of this being established, does he sound like one in SABA?

To help explain this decision, this game can be described as a "soft reboot". It doesn't retcon or change anything about the past, but it presents it in a new way for new and/or unfamiliar audiences. (aka marketability.)

Sackboy was completely silent before and now he's shouting "YEAH! WOOHOO!" every 3 seconds. His voice is very high pitched, youthful and would come off to most people as a child's voice.

I tried to look into his voice actor in the past, but the only other thing they are credited for is Tearaway. It's possible they were credited under a pseudonym, but either way we don't know how old they are or how they are typecast.

Why does Sackboy, a grown man with cock and balls, sound so much like a little boy?

THATS BECAUSE SACKBOY IS CANONICALLY TRANSGENDER HAPPY PRIDE MONTH🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

#littlebigplanet #little big planet #sackboy #littlebigplanet lore!!!#i will leave this in the tags since its not relevant to the topic but dont let this stop you from having fun with your headcanons!#sackboy can be a kid for the sole reason that you feel like it. have fun go wild with your imagination #the world is your oyster #thats what this series is about after all :)

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voraciousvore · 6 months

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Boarding School for Giants (1/25)

Author's Note: I decided to share one of my stories on here. Admittedly, it's not my best work, and I've improved a lot since I wrote it, but it remains one of my most popular (and is a shorter and tamer story). Hope you guys enjoy! :)

------Chapter 1------

I was angry at the world. And I had good reason to be. My dad had left a long time ago, when I was a small child—just walked out one day for cigarettes and never came back. He left behind a gaping hole in my soul that would never be filled. My mother, too, suffered from that same void: She filled it with alcohol, or at least tried to, as much as a bottomless pit can be filled. Occasionally she could pull herself together enough, for my sake, to get a low-paying job to support us and keep us fed. Inevitably, though, she would slip back into old habits, and be consumed by the bottle again.

I was the poster child for teenage angst. I wore black nail polish and black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow with mascara. I dyed my dark hair with streaks of color and cut it in crazy, edgy styles. I had ear piercings and a nose piercing and even a badass tattoo of the grim reaper with a skull on my upper thigh that I got with a fake ID (don’t tell my mom). As for my clothing, I usually went for a goth or punk aesthetic: lacy black corsets with short skirts and tights, ripped-up skinny jeans, big black boots, messy crop tops with spaghetti straps. Anything black with buckles or spikes was my jam. I liked black because my heart was black.

My behavior mirrored my outer appearance. I played the role of the bad kid pretty well. I always talked back to my teachers and acted up in class. I smoked weed in the girl’s bathroom during lunch and cigarettes behind the school. My grades weren’t terrible, because I wasn’t a complete moron, but I certainly didn’t try very hard. I snuck out of the house on weekends late at night to attend wild parties, although I refused to drink alcohol because I didn’t want to be like my mother. I made out with bad boys, whom I knew all too well would use me and break my heart and leave me just like my daddy did.

The relationship I had with my mom, admittedly, wasn’t the best. She worked odd hours, so she wasn’t around much anyways. Sometimes she would bring home men that might stay for a little while, but none of them could replace my dad. She couldn’t handle my unruliness and didn’t know how to discipline me or give me boundaries. We would get into shouting matches with each other a lot, where we yelled past each other more than listening to each other. I knew all her weaknesses, and would intentionally say hurtful things to make her cry. I told her she was a terrible mother and she was the reason Dad left and nobody would ever love her again. I would regret my words later, but the rage and sadness I felt inside me was hard to control.

Today was the day where the tension finally snapped, and everything came crashing down. I had been having an unusually crummy day, and I was in a bad mood. I flunked my chemistry test—not that I really cared, but it still made me feel stupid. The other girls in my class were teasing me and telling me I was an idiot, and I didn’t like that. I was walking through the hallway to my next class when Billy the Bully, as I called him, spotted me and zeroed in on his prey like a bloodhound. I had spurned his advances once, finding him to be a contemptible wretch, and ever since he had made it his mission to belittle and humiliate me as much as possible. Since I had rejected him, he insisted I was an ugly lesbian. I was not in the mood for his bullshit today. He pushed me hard into a locker, laughed, and strolled off.

The coals burning inside me ignited. Billy the Bully was going down. I chased after him and punched him hard in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him in the ribs a couple of times for good measure. That’d teach him to mess with me. Unfortunately for me, I hadn’t noticed the principal walking down the hall, who was now gaping at me, appalled. It didn’t matter that Billy always harassed me, and that he had initiated the confrontation. The principal had only seen my violence. Despite fights breaking out all the time in the schoolyard, our school had a “zero tolerance” policy on the books for violent actions. Not to mention, I was sure they were more than happy to find an excuse to get rid of a troublesome rebel like me. I was swiftly expelled.

Needless to say, when my mom came home from work and learned what happened from the school, she blew up at me. As usual, we yelled past each other until we were both out of breath and red in the face. I stormed out of the house and took a walk to cool down, smoking a cigarette as I went. To be honest, even though I felt justified in what I had done, I regretted putting my mom through more stress. She was always failing me, but I figured she still loved me and cared about me. I was disappointing her with my bad behavior. I felt like such a failure.

Reflecting on my actions didn’t change the consequences, however. I had been kicked out of school, and now we would need to transfer me to a new school. I wasn’t sure how to feel, whether I should be nervous or optimistic. Maybe I needed a fresh start. My old school sucked anyways, and was lousy with bullies and haters. I hated school. Why did I have to go in the first place? I couldn’t think of any other high schools that were close by in our area.

When I returned home, my mom was making phone calls, trying to place me in a new school. Her eyes were red and puffy as she massaged her temple with her fingers. I tiptoed past her, slunk over to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I slapped on a pair of old headphones and blasted some death metal into my ears to drown out my thoughts. Somehow, the sound of wild demonic screaming and electric guitars always helped to calm down the boiling hatred inside me. I started to drift off to sleep.

“EREN!” my mom screamed my name, startling me awake over the sound of my music. I took off my headphones, irritated.

“WHAT?!” I shouted back with a disgruntled scowl.

“Pack your things,” my mother demanded. “None of the schools nearby are willing to take you in, and I can’t deal with you anymore. You’re going to boarding school to learn some discipline.”

“Boarding school? Are you freaking kidding me right now?” I balked. I was incredulous. Mom was trying to get rid of me. I flipped the script on her and acidly retorted, “Well, fine then! I didn’t want to be around you anymore either!” I rolled over in my bed and refused to look at her, facing the wall instead in defiance. She paused for a moment, as if wanting to say something, then sighed and exited the room, closing the door gently behind her.

I huffed and sulked for a while. Boarding school. Unbelievable. Scoffing to myself, I began to gather up my things, tossing clothes, school supplies, and some other miscellaneous articles carelessly into my backpack and a duffel bag. I didn’t have a whole lot to bring. We were poor, so it’s not like I had a ton of luxury items in my possession to pack. I prepared for bed and flopped down on my mattress, deep in thought. I wondered what boarding school was like. Maybe it would be better to get away from it all, to be far away from everything that was tormenting me. My mom wouldn’t be around to hassle me at least. How bad could it be?

The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some clean clothes. I hadn’t slept well, since I had been haunted by my nagging thoughts most of the night. I ate a bowl of cereal and drank some orange juice for breakfast, then decided I ought to at least make myself look nice if it was going to be my first day at a new school. I hauled myself to the bathroom and washed, did my make-up, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair with some hair gel. Much better.

I grabbed my bags and placed them in the trunk of our beater of a car. Rather than sit in the front seat alongside my mother, I opted to sit in the back instead, sprawling my legs out along the back seat. My mom pursed her lips in disapproval but didn’t say anything. She hopped into the front seat, and after a couple of tries the starter kicked in and the old car coughed to life. The car crawled out of the driveway and stumbled off, leaving a nasty brown puff of smog in its wake.

We drove for a while in silence. I played on my phone and occasionally looked out the window at the bland scenery passing by. We lived in a rural area, surrounded by farmland, so there wasn’t much to see other than fields of corn and wheat, grain silos and barns, and fenced-off land for cows or horses. It was a serene and pastoral paradise, but I had lived with these things my whole life so I wasn’t very impressed. The density of the buildings gradually increased as we entered more populated areas.

After a couple of hours, I started to get restless. “Where are we going? How far away is this place?” I questioned, finally breaking the silence.

“About that...” my mother said. She trailed off and failed to finish her sentence, as if she were afraid to tell me.

“Well?” I asked, a note of irritation in my voice.

She sighed. “I guess it’s better if I tell you now, so you don’t freak out when we get there. We’re almost at the drop-off point anyways.”

“Freak out?” I was becoming increasingly baffled. “Why would I freak out? What’s going on here?” I raised my voice as I spoke.

“This isn’t an ordinary boarding school.” She paused dramatically, letting the words sink in. “I needed to find a place we could afford, and a place that could handle your misbehaving and keep you in check. This school is planning to become an integration school, and they’re looking for students like you to join, so they offered me a substantial subsidy to sign you up.”

“Students... like me?” I was lost. “Why would they want a troublemaker like me? What do you mean by an ‘integration school?’ What is that?”

Before she could answer, our car was engulfed in shadow. I peered out the window and my jaw dropped to the floor. We were driving toward a massive wall, constructed of great stone bricks of an impossible size. The wall must have been hundreds of feet tall, and blocked out the sun as we approached. The surrounding buildings and trees looked like little models and toys by comparison. We pulled up to the wall and parked in a vacant lot. My mom, rather than explaining what was going on, got out of the car and removed my bags from the trunk. I stayed in my seat, refusing to budge. I was very confused, and even a little intimidated.

My mother opened the passenger door and looked at me expectantly. “Come on. Get out.” I just stared back at her. Nothing had been explained. I didn’t want to go. I was getting an uneasy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Realizing I wasn’t going to win this fight, I begrudgingly got out of the car and followed her to a normal-sized door that was embedded in the enormous wall. She opened the door and we walked into a short, gloomy passageway that tunneled through the thick wall to the other side. As we walked through the darkness, I cleared my throat and tried one last time to finesse some information out of her.

“Mom... please. Tell me what this is,” I pleaded. I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking slightly. Genuine fear was starting to trickle into my chest. The whole situation was very strange and surreal.

We reached the door at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight bled through the cracks around the door, framing it with bright light in the musty darkness. My mom placed her hand on the door handle and exhaled slowly. She gazed over at me sadly. Her face was pinched up, as if she were trying to hold back strong emotions.

“On the other side of this huge wall... is the giant side of town. You’re going to a boarding school for giants.”

2nd Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600807530823680/boarding-school-for-giants-225?source=share

Table of Contents:

Ch. 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

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absolutelynotsanebaby · 11 months

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reincarnation au notes :) I’ve been revolving his AU in my brain !!

- everyone’s in school, other than Gyomei. Shinobu is 15, Giyuu and mitsuri are 16, iguro, sanemi, and kyojuro are 17, and tengen is 18. Gyomei and Muichiro are 11 and 24 respectively.

- Gyomei runs a daycare near by the secondary and high school. The young Shinazugawa kids are dropped off there sometimes. Genya (who I have also hit with the teenage girl-ifcation beam) works part time there as well! Senjuro likes to hang out there after school sometimes.

- Kyojuro is a girl!! I like to think when everyone started remembering (Tengen was the first one to btw) they starting wondering if he just. didn’t reincarnate. cause they could NOT find kyojuro. One day Tengen snuck into the office (this was like 1st year) and looked through the records for a (male) rengoku and was disappointed to find nothing. Then he walks out and gets flashbanged by teenage girl kyojuro (who gets him in trouble. shes a hall monitor)

- Tanjiro and Shinobu are trans girls btw!! muichiro is nonbinary (they/them) and wears the girls uniform. because I. said so. Giyuu is also a trans boy.

- Urokodaki is a retired teacher who (vigorously) tutors kids who come to him. Unfortunately all the kids who come to him proceed to flunk their tests. Sabito once tried to help giyuu on a test and got punished for cheating (this was secondary school). He gives all the kids he tutors little customized fox figures :)

- the hand demon that killed all urokodaki’s kids is actually just a bitter teacher who targets urokodaki’s kid cause urokodaki caught him teaching cheating too many times when he was a teacher. This is the teacher that caught Sabito cheating.

- Sabito, Giyuu, and Makomo are all a happy little friend group and run a ghost/paranormal club.

- This is a “everyone lives and nothing hurts” au so everyone’s families are alive and well :)

- Tengen, Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru are all childhood best friends and already plan to marry!!!

- Hakuji and koyuki (and Keizo) are all safe and happy but one day Hakuji (still not completely normal) decides hes gonna go find Kyojuro so he can fight him again, just for fun. Then he does (koyuki and Senjuro are there too, completely confused) (by accident) and is just like. well. this puts a dent my plans. flashbanged by teenage girl rengoku kyojuro p2). - The Shinazugawa family and Kotoha escaped from their abusive fathers/husbands. They’re all happy <3

- Genya and Kanao are the oldest of the younger kids, they’re 13. Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu are 12. The Tokito twins, Nezuko, and Senjuro are all 11.

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licncourt · 1 year

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human au ❤ its just so sweet to think of them being able to grow and grow old together, and see their daughter grow up. Thinking of Claudia in high-school is so so funny though, how would she deal with her friends having crushes on her dads and on which dad? Also laughing at Louis having to build up the courage to ask his sister to come over because they want to bang hard and loud, is he even able to look her in the face?

I love thinking about them as humans because I feel like so many of the hardships they face in canon would have been so much more manageable without the circumstances of vampirism. Things turn out okay for them, but I like the idea that there's a world out there where they didn't have to suffer as deeply or as long.

Poor Claudia puts up with so much in any universe. She definitely has a friend or two flunk an English exam so they can mention it in front of Louis and get him to tutor them. Louis is too invested in Catcher in the Rye to notice the teenage the girl making cow eyes at him and preparing for her American Beauty era. He doesn't catch on until one """accidentally""" calls him daddy (by the time Claudia is in high school, the only one calling him that is Lestat).

Lestat knows immediately that Claudia’s friends are into him and while he has negative zero interest in teenagers, he does enjoy the confirmation that he's still got it and watching them stew in jealousy when he plants one on Louis in front of them. He remembers having crushes on parents and teachers and finds it charming. Ultimately he tries to be kind to them without leading them on.

Claudia absolutely cannot stand it and does everything she can to make them unappealing. She encourages Louis to talk about the stock market and gas prices. She tells Lestat his 80s throwback novelty print button downs are sooo on trend. She makes sure they chaperone dances she's not even going to. Still, resistance is futile and the dilf allure is not lessened.

(And Louis does not tell Annette why she needs to babysit. But she knows. She always knows. His guilt is evident, as is his desperation. She's a supportive sister though and makes sure he gets his back blown out on a semi-regular basis without comment as an act of mercy.)

#answered #vc #human au

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stigmvtas · 6 months

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welcome to marina, LYDIA FLORES ( cis woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY SEVEN year old who has lived on the island for FIVE DAYS. word on the street is they’re currently living in HYLAND PARK and works as a BALLERINA / SEAMSTRESS. everyone also says they look a lot like ANYA TAYLOR JOY. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.

MENTIONS OF GIRLBOSSING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN.

profile.

full name: lydia rosemary flores - montgomery.

birthday: april 16th, 1996.

astrology: aries sun, aries moon, libra ascending.

sexuality: bisexual.

currently listening to: ptolemaea by ethel cain.

last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]

PINTEREST.

brief history.

born in nyc, product of an affair between an intern and her attending in the hospital, a well - known and sought after surgeon. born a twin - something their mother wasn't able to handle. in the end - lydia stayed with their mother, and valentina was given up.

lydia grows up in a single mother household; one where her mother's constantly away, constantly striving to put food on the table - little to no extra income to spend. lydia spends a lot of time alone; hates being alone. it feels wrong - she often feels wrong. babysitters don't survive her - too much for them to handle. princess of tantrums and attachment issues.

she doesn't meet her father - knows of him, about him - but never sees him; he knows of her - of them - but never reaches out. never cares to - he's got a family of his own to deal with; barely wants to do that. a narcissist - evil behind his eyes.

wasn't very liked in school as a child; only forced her compulsive obsession with being perfect. strives for it - begs for it; forces it onto herself. mimics all the prettiest girls in her classes - their movements, how they talk - their activities, what they consider cool, or pretty.

ballet's a side project she can't afford - but she's all about the precision - the way perfection is demanded. she'd never be a clara, or an odette - but she'll spend her whole life desperately trying.

is never anything worthwhile - never feels worthwhile; spends her teenage years sewing knock - offs in her tiny apartment to impress her rich friends, to further build a lie she's long been crafted.

to them - she's just as rich; personality mimicking theirs, she's a carbon copy heiress. a nepo baby - a hamptons princess, whatever they needed her to be.

it's a con that works its way into her adulthood; wiggles her way into fashion school - a talent she's more practical at than creative, stealing the designs of those more innovative than her. flunks out and tells no one; racks up credit card after credit card - often not hers, often her friends.

recently was exposed for her fraud; fled to marina in response because in her eyes - marina's an island of nobodies where the irrelevant go to further rot, and she thinks it's perfect to rebuild her image. to build a new person - maybe find a rich spouse who'll dote on her and take her far, far away.

facts & temperament.

a hot mess of insecurities wrapped pretty with a bow; still prone to tantrums and meltdowns when things don't go her way. it's not a pretty sight. needs to be the center of attention - needs eyes to be on her always, admiring her and loving her and envying her.

deep seated need to love and be loved. it's a full blown obsession that follows any person she sets her eyes on; anyone who's rich, successful, or easily malleable to be both of those things. doesn't mind giving the push, pulling the strings - if it'll mean inspiring wealth.

compulsive liar. manipulator. desperate and needy, and will do anything to survive. will throw people under busses literally and metaphorically if it'll make her look better. will start rumors, lies - drama wherever she can, no matter how nonsensical it is.

clings onto people she deems her "favorites" - their opinions mean the most to her, and when they don't align with hers, her entire world collapses beneath her. is very dramatic about it. is dramatic about most things.

the most upright posture. has worked hard on having a dancer's grace, a model's countenance - exuding an air of elegance even with mascara running down her cheeks.

the gaudiest person alive. room is adorned in florals and swan imagery and yellow gold, mostly all fake. loves heart - shaped anything, and reds and pinks and whites and creams. loves fur coats, the realer the better, and silk slips.

can get very possessive and very jealous. tends to drive others away because of it - because she's the "crazy" girlfriend once her cool girl exterior cracks and reveals the truth. can be just plain mean. often critical of others, judgmental.

emotionally fragile. will cry at the slightest voice raised - can cry on command, utilizes it often.

spends hours in the bathroom, especially on self - care days; will bath until her skin's nothing but a layer to remove.

even when trying to be compassionate, or sympathetic - tends to make it about herself, and her feelings. excessively idealistic to the point of delusional.

just wants to be liked so bad. but is bad at it. is kind of a bad person.

#––– ❛ lydia flores 【 kiss me like its the first time / about. 】#marina:intro

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liquidstar · 2 years

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hi i want to talk about the shirogane siblings because i actually really like the way the series handles their dynamic especially for a series all about communication. enjoy my little infodump

miyuki’s abandonment issues with his mother are pretty much the main source of all his conflict in the series. according to him, his mom always wanted a smart kid and forced him into taking exams for prestigious elementary schools- which he always flunked. and he could feel his mother losing interest in him, meanwhile kei actually WAS the prodigy his mom was hoping for. when their mom eventually left their dad, she only took kei

we very rarely see their mom herself in the story, aside from one brief flashback, so its hard to tell how much of this mentality she really harbored vs how much was miyuki projecting his insecurities. and kei hardly talks about her mother at all- but, then, why has kei been living with miyuki and their dad since her introduction? this is the first time the fact that her mom took her was even mentioned! so why did kei come back? well, in her own words

she didn’t come back. she ran away. she sees living with her father and brother as an escape from her mother. was she outright abusive? or maybe just too overbearing? its hard to say, but it’s somewhat telling that this conversation is going on with kaguya, who DOES come from an abusive household. and even though kaguya doesn’t remember it, she was the one who gave kei the courage to run away to begin with (which made kei fall in love with her). so there are some parallels being drawn to kaguya’s excessively strict upbringing, at least. and then theres the fact that miyuki and kei’s reactions to their dad bringing up their mom was this:

(doesnt the way its framed almost look like hes defending kei? cute)

so then you have these two estranged siblings being reunited and living under the same roof after years apart. one of them has abandonment issues which have forced him to put on a facade of perfection, and the other just came out of a homelife which she felt was suffocating because she was expected to be perfect. so what does this lead to?

miscommunication! surprisingly, miyuki didn’t end up resenting kei at all, which is a nice change of pace for how these things usually go. after his mom left, he ended up becoming the one who takes care of the house, even being the main breadwinner, all in his strive to be a good kid and also keep his family afloat. he doesn’t want to lose any more family, he has to be good. when kei came back he seems to have very quickly taken up a more parental role in her life. and kei hates it!

her behavior towards miyuki is translated as being her “rebellious teenage phase” which isn’t usually something that relates to your sibling but rather your parents. but it goes beyond just “he nags her so she’s annoyed by him.” miyuki literally acts like a stereotypical overbearing mother to her. of COURSE she hates being treated like that, it reminds her of their actual mother. but miyuki’s overprotection for kei is born out of genuine care and concern- miyuki knows their mother, he knows kei was going through a hard time with her (whatever that entails) and he seems like he just wants to make sure his little sister is in a better place now.

(look at this picture- their mom is grabbing kei by the wrist. kei isnt holding her hand and walking with her, shes being dragged away from her brother)

they’re just not used to each other! they’re siblings, yes, but they haven’t lived together for years! miyuki doesnt realize his actions are having the opposite effect on her than his intents. a microcosm of their miscommunication is kei’s birthday; kei is aware that money is incredibly tight around the house and doesnt want anything for her birthday, but every year miyuki slips 1000 yen into her wallet anyway, and then feigns ignorance. which is incredibly sweet, but kei doesn’t understand why he would do this, and thinks hes just lying about things for no reason. his incredibly pure gesture just leaves her paranoid, it makes her frustrated with him because hes going behind her back.

thats the issue! theyre not talking to each other! they both really do care about each other but they’re not talking. miyuki either nags his sister or does nice things behind her back, which she cant wrap her brain around. and kei either ignores her brother or hides behind a facade of harshness just to hide the fact that she cares about him, because that would be embarrassing to her in her “rebellious teenage phase.” and related to that, kei’s advice to miyuki regarding communication and “like-avoidance” was that kaguya may just be avoiding him because she’s embarrassed or afraid but..

she was also talking about herself. now, obviously this takes on a totally different context for kei and kaguya’s respective dynamics with miyuki, luckily the series doesnt do one of those weird “implied brother complex” things (and kei is a lesbian anyway). but beyond highlighting kei’s desire to be closer with her brother despite her embarrassment, its also another kaguya parallel! it could suggest that her fear around growing close to people and showing vulnerability comes from a similar place, beyond typical teenage embarrassment. just like her brother, she’s hiding behind a mask

kaguya-sama is a series about communication and vulnerability, ALL the characters are wearing masks all the time, because theyre all afraid of showing their true selves to other people. and sometimes this includes their family, because family can hurt you too. miyuki has to wear the mask of a perfect honor student because he’s afraid that, just like his mom, people will reject him if they find out that he’s not “actually” a genius (which is total impostor syndrome). and an extension of this is how at home he has to play the role of a pseudo-parent, and try to keep everyone together. kei wears the mask of a harsh and rebellious younger sister, because shes afraid of people seeing her weaknesses. shes not comfortable with that vulnerability. and she cant have an honest conversation with her brother about it because his strict and “motherly” treatment of her hits too close to home and makes her keep her distance.

but at the end of the day they’re still siblings and they still care about each other. maybe they’re bad at talking about their issues, so they just end up annoying each other, or maybe they don’t really understand exactly WHY these things annoy them so much. despite that family drama, it doesn’t come off as TOO dramatic, its still a comedy series. the majority of their interactions are presented fairly casually, stuff like kei forcing her brother to read a manga that she liked and betting he would cry, or making fun of his terrible fashion choices- normal teenage sibling shit.

but in his defense, he was too busy trying to take care of their family and keep his grades up. he actually became MORE frugal when kei moved in because, in his own words, he wanted her to “have the freedom to be fashionable”. but kei wanted her brother to be able to have some normal teenage clothes too. it turns out she actually kept all the gift money he’s been giving her, and she used it to help him buy some new clothes.

its the perfect middle ground for them. miyuki teaches kei that it’s okay to let yourself be taken care of, and that sometimes people really do have your best interest at heart. and kei shows miyuki that he doesn’t have to play the role of a parent while he’s still just a teen himself. especially now that their dad has become a famous twitch streamer because this series is fucking insane, but im writing paragraphs abt it so i guess im insane too.

#kaguya sama

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[ID: a page from Fruits Basket. Kyoko, all in black, has collapsed to her knees on the floor, sobbing and looking up as she wails, "Don't leave me! Please!" The second panel is slim and hard to make out, but compared with a previous panel, it's Katsuya's shoulder as seen from behind, lightly shaded as if fading. The last panel is a close up of tears pouring from Kyoko's eyes as she cries, "Don't... leave me...!" End ID.]

Man this makes me cry every time and I just. Look. Here's the thing. Katsuya really loved Kyoko, for the right reasons, and really did his best to do the right thing for her and make her happy. He made her certain that she was loved, and that she deserved love. But, well... she was sixteen when they got married. She might not have broken twenty yet at his death. They got married right after her parents kicked her out, and that was right after she'd left her gang and flunked out of middle school. She had literally no social connections outside of Katsuya, unless you count Katsuya's father. We never see her, even briefly, interacting with any friends or neighbours; it seems like her world, by and large, consists of Katsuya and Tohru, and Katsuya was extremely load-bearing both financially and emotionally. She has absolutely zero experience with living in the world without Katsuya caring for her. Katsuya wasn't purposefully isolating her, it's just a flat out, tragic fact of her age and place in life at the time they get married. It's why, with the best will in the world and genuine love behind it, it's still a really bad idea for teenagers to get married, especially if they're going to be the homemaker of the relationship; they're lacking so much experience and connection in the world that you need to be a grounded person. The grief of losing the person you love more than anyone else so young and so abruptly is already a lot and it's more than fair for it to be overwhelming, but I think that complete lack of grounding is what so completely undoes Kyoko and nearly kills her. She has nobody in the world except a toddler and a father-in-law who, by his own admission is pretty shite at being emotionally supportive to people; she doesn't have the friends that Tohru does when she's grappling with her own grief over losing Kyoko, which I think is part of why it never gets quite so dark for Tohru. It's a thing I really like about this manga, showing characters developing many different kinds of important relationships, because even a good, loving relationship can be dangerous if it's the only one you have.

#Fruits Basket #Furuba #whoops an essay about Kyoko and Katsuya #like I love em and it's way too simplistic to call Katsuya creepy for marrying a teenager #in the circumstances they're astonishingly healthy and happy together #but it's still like. circumstantially risky?#Like I think Katsuya might have functioned better if it had been Kyoko that died #I think he would have been just as devastated #but he's also been an adult for years without support #he'd be more functional in the immediate aftermath #but I'm not sure he'd be as loving to Tohru in the long term

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queenofthursday6599-blog · 2 years

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The Extraordinary High School Days of Ryoba Aishi

Ryoba isn’t a Yandere AU: Ryoba is born a normal girl in a twisted family. With her controlling and conniving Yandere mother, her mind broken father, and her empty shell of a little sister.

Ryoba transfers to Akademi High School at the start of her second year of high school.

An opening in the student roster suddenly… opened up at the end of the previous school year. Leaving a space in the roster for Ryoba, who’d made top of the shortlist, to take.

Ryoba chose Akademi High School specifically because it was far, far away from her highly dysfunctional, and honestly rather frightening family.

Her parents were more than willing to help her get her own apartment to live in while she went to school there, and help her pay the bills and tuition as long as she could get into the school and get a part time job.

[Her mother was pleased by her two daughter’s existence as proof of her relationship with her husband. But often found their presence in her life irritating at the least, and possibly enraging if she feels they’re intruding too much upon her time with her husband.

Her father oscillated between being a near catatonic ghost wandering their house, and a wild eyed feral animal. Ryoba wasn’t entirely sure he was aware of the fact that he was her father at all. The few times she’d seen him be mentally present since she’d graduated middle school he’d seemed to think Ryoba was her mother as a teenager.]

So 16 year old Ryoba Aishi moves to an apartment in Buraza Town, and gets a job at the local maid cafe.

She came to Akademi High to finally get a start on the nice normal life she’d been dreaming of since elementary school. Since she’d been old enough to take notice that her life was anything but normal.

Too bad strange things keep happening to her. It turns out that spot that opened up for her in the student roster wasn’t just someone flunking out or transferring to another school.

Apparently some girl named Sumire Saitozaki went missing from school one day a month before the end of the school year. No one knows what happened to the girl, but Ryoba’s heard rumors that the school occult club is trying to contact the girl’s ghost.

Not to mention there’s supposedly some creep with a camera blackmailing girls by taking unwanted pictures of them hiding out at the abandoned insane asylum on the edge of town.

On top of all that, Ryoba doesn't really know what to do with all these completely insane classmates she keeps bumping into. School yard gangsters, budding idols, pyromaniacs, incredibly wealthy heiresses, and famous investigative reporters.

Life at Akademi High is rapidly turning out to be anything but the ordinary high school experience she was looking for. Maybe she would have had better luck looking at less prestigious schools after all?

Solving mysteries, fighting gangsters, and solving the problems of her highly eccentric classmates wasn’t exactly the life Ryoba was looking for, but she has the strange feeling that by the time graduation rolls around she wouldn’t trade them for anything.

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I’ve read a few fics that had the premise of “What if Ayano wasn’t a yandere, but was instead born normal (but her mom was still a crazy yandere who still killed a bunch of people in the 80s),” and decided to apply that idea to Ryoba in the 1980s.

The Aishi family is still a long line of Yandere’s, but Ryoba is the odd one out in the Aishi legacy of murder. Though Ryoba’s younger sister is still a yandere. So the Aishi line of yandere continues even without Ryoba being counted among their numbers.

I don’t know if I’ll ever turn this into a full fic or not. Maybe I will if I get properly inspired to wright more of this?

Anyways the vibe that I really picture for this AU is pretty much the vibe of Ouran High School Host Club.

Ryoba more or less plays the straight man/audience stand in, in comparison to her variety of wacky and bizarre classmates. Even though Ryoba’s own personal life is rather strange in and of itself.

Eventually bonding with her oddball classmates and settling into a dynamic of “Yeah these guys are a bunch of weirdos who don’t know how to function in society, but they’re my weirdos who don’t know how to function in society.”

#Non-Yandere: yandere simulator AU #But with Ryoba as the main character #fic idea #yandere simulator #YanSim Extraordinary Days

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alazyparallelworld · 1 year

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Lore stuff . mostly abt underdevelopment. not angsty, more in, 'I have Been thinking abt this.'

being the Village Idiot: ostracized by lit. everyone you meet. anyone that is kind overemphasizes how "smart you are... considering" or that you are "intelligent in your own way" -

which, like, you dont realize what is happening here. Everyone can tell that you are slow, behind, both in socialities, body development, and the practicals of math, language, sci, history. during my parent-teacher conferences my dad would, point blank, answer with a precise timelines n examples re: "did she miss any development milestones?" and i couldnt comprehend it despite. i saw this person he was describing as an "other"

probably the most glaring example that shouldve cued me into - i am, Behind - is that when middleschool-me was tested for gifted, i was near immediately put into the special needs classes afterwards.

i did realize it was abnormal - i confronted the teacher, but i thought - "im here because you think i have depression!" - to which she went... o_o ...

like. absolute 0 logic connects happening here. i was cycled thru kindergarten classes n appropriate while i was in the third/fourth grade- and i didnt realize that is. Weird. until a few days ago.

also, homework started in - second gradeish - and I thought it was "optional" despite, you know, everyone handing theirs in and going over it in class. it wasnt until fifth that i was told that no, I, Too, needed to do HW - and i struggled bc I Hadn't ever done it before.

and to be clear. it was Village Idiot, i'm not - exaggerating, Everyone Knew. there was a test, in my elem classes, that - everyone flunked, sans one person. and the teacher went, do you know who passed? i was pointed out, named, and everyone was like. What. my success made everyone else feel even more of a failure - "she, the Token Stupid, passed. you all should feel ashamed n embarrassed of yourselves" to which they were

me: :D and i passed bc i double-checked my answers for once!!

as i got older i did better in, 'filling in the blanks'. i became very good at the - memoric, portion, of school - this exact same scenario happened in my teenage years. "everyone sans one failed." and my classmates' eyes slid to me, =_=, bc i always passed

i think now it's a bit hard to comprehend me as, 'stupid,' thanks to in some form of masking. it takes... a bit of, 'getting close,' to go. Something Went Wrong Here.

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dellb1969 · 2 years

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There was something about me...

Late Summer, early Fall 1978

Daddy had gone away to prison for manslaughter, I couldn't even tell you what that meant as I didn't understand it. He was just gone, again.

In our new home I became protective and somewhat of a nester, I was so proud and happy that we had our own place to live that I began to imagine life like a normal kid.

Except that it wasn’t.

I stood out, like way out. I tried so hard to be a normal kid and I just stood out with my looks and mannerisms. My body was only growing.

I don’t recall much of this night or how it got to be so late that I wasn't home...

I do my best at trying to remember the events that lead up to this, but there are none. It’s blank.

I woke up to being in some terrible pain as I was held down, told to be quiet with a large hand covering my face. I was groggy, drunk... I struggled against my invader as he continued to penetrate my body over and over. In the darkness I couldn't tell who he was, just that he was older, a man.

I recall that I was running with these older boys, teenagers playing out in the streets. Kick the can or some game. You have to go into hiding as one kid guards the can and calls out names.

He was standing outside of his house smoking a cigarette. Watching.

This is where I stop remembering.

My body is pinned down and I feel this searing pain over and over as I whimper trying to breath between his fingers. I'm drunk, I feel what drunkeness must be like.

I’m in a basement, cold and dark, no light. I am on top of a dirty mattress, I can feel the buttons on my face and I can smell the cold floor. He raped me there for how long before I woke up?

When he finished he released me, and told me to get dressed. I fumbled for my clothes in the dark. When he walked up the stairs he flipped on a light switch to a single dim bulb. I saw his naked body.

I put my shorts on and I looked around to gain some sort of familiarity, my sight and mind still very cloudy. I walked slowly towards the steps, my lower body still in pain and wet. I climbed up, not knowing if he would come back and so I quietly opened the door to step outside into the middle of the night.

I walked home and as to not get into trouble I snuck quietly in to the bathroom where I vomited several times. My body was quivering.

This married neighbor would go on to molest me until I was thirteen years old. He made me feel special after that first horrendous night. He groomed me and I fell for it, all of it. He made me feel safe and offered me money, he would hide money from his wife in a rolled up window blind of which he would take out and give to me. He told me that he ‘liked’ me.

I was in such an awkward and vulnerable place that I needed someone to like me, someone to talk to me. He did.

No, I don’t remember how that night started out, but I remember the next several years very clearly. It was a very confusing struggle for me trying to determine what was real.

I started drinking alcohol at the age of 11, I began to skip school and runaway from home for days at a time. I slept in ditches, old cars, make shift tents, building stairwells. I began to alter my appearance, I’d stop bathing, anything to make me unattractive bait. Often I would sneak into school during lunch period so that I could eat.

I spent 44 days in the sixth grade that year, total. I flunked out. I couldn't concentrate, I was preoccupied and my mind wouldn't let me have any kind of peace. So, I continued to be that peculiar kid.

Once I went to see my best childhood friend so I could have a place to eat supper and while there he brought out a playboy magazine that he stole from his father and while looking at it, he became erect. I said, ‘hey do you know what adults do, let me show you...’

His mother heard us, and asked me to come out of the room where she sat me down in her living room and asked me how, what, when and why... I still held on to my secret because I was groomed into not telling. My shame lead me away from the nice lady who was only trying to understand and help. I never went back to their house again.

But, I am jumping ahead a few years here.

#childhoodtrauma #sexualabuse #emotionalabuse #physicalabuse #ptsd #selfcare #selfreflection #healingjourney #worthiness #raiseyourfrequency

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