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vulturevanity · 11 months
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normal thing to say about your dear friend who you think is really cute and charming and hard-working and basically the perfect wife material
#hamefura#my next life as a villainess#otome game no hametsu flag#aaand rewatch done! now my honest thoughts#good start. the middle is kinda boring. ep 8 doesn't exist don't worry about it#this anime draws me in in the same way that Futari Wa does#in that it has a fascinating main cast and a very vague skeleton of a worldbuilding that leaves me wanting to overthink it#unstructured thoughts incoming:#Geordo's still a creep and no matter how much the story wants me to like him I just can't#Keith's siscon is very Yikes! and that's so bad because I love his and Katarina's relationship as siblings#Katarina lowkey thinks Sophia is a freak but never kinkshames her and that's so bestiecore of her. they're soulmates your honor#Mary is SUCH A LESBIAN holy shit. I did not remember how much lesbian she is#I'm lowkey annoyed that the show frames her attraction to Katarina as “haha funny isn't she weird?!”#like in the sleepover episode she was describing the things she'd like to do with her beloved and she's being like. normal about it#but the soundtrack does a silly and I'm like. wow this anime does not like her huh#I swear Geordo and Keith are even weirder about Katarina than she is but the anime always gives them slack about it#unless they're having their homoerotic squabbles. which is to say the anime does Not Like The Queer Coding of the story#I'm sure there are worse examples of weeb homophobia but there are a couple moments I saw in the manga but not here!#anyway where was I. Oh right. Ascart Sibs Autusm 👍🏼#Nicol doesn't have much presence in the story due to his quiet nature which is so sad because his inner world is intriguing#he's such a good friend. loyal and caring. I wish we got more of him in this season#and finally: Maria. God. what is there to say about her that I haven't already#the girl came in with a 7 year disadvantage on her rivals and yet Katarina is all over her!#rewatching season 1 is so weird because I could swear she had more presence than she really does because holy shit#Katarina loves her! so much! wtf#maybe I'm remembering season 2?#anyway these are my thoughts on doomflags season 1#2nd watch edition#oh I almost forgot#romance in chiaroscuro
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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 5 months
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Daughter of the Rain and Snow
Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who put her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.
Tags: @wraith--2 @lunarthecorvus @just2bubbly @real-fragments7 @ethereal-maia @cartoon-clifford @origami-butterfly @lady-a-stuff
Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's death, gore (including burning bodies), descriptions of dead bodies, blood, ptsd references/responses, loss of a parent, implied abuse, and sorry I don't know how to word this but if you don't like/are specifically squeamish about eyes there is a reference in the gore that is specific to eyes so I thought it might be worth mentioning.
Chapter 21 - Maya
Maya was twelve when she first discovered she was Grisha. Little things started… happening. Things she didn’t mean. Or at least, they started happening much more frequently than usual. It wasn’t until then that Stephen Olsen had taken his daughter by the hand, and told her the truth.
Maya hadn’t cried, when she learned her mother had been Grisha. Had been killed for it. She didn’t know how to mourn a woman she’d never met. But she cried when she learnt that they had burned her.
“You told me she was with Djel,” she’d said, “That she died in childbirth and you buried her, to take root,”
Her father had looked down.
“Because I cannot think of the alternative,”
“Is that what will happen to me?”
He had wrapped his arms around her.
“Never,” he’d whispered, “I would fight a thousand armies before they reached you, little wolf,”
Her father hadn’t known that she was Grisha, he told her, or he would have got her out sooner. It didn’t occur to Maya, at 12 and in what was soon to become a perpetual state of fright and shock, to ask why her mother hadn’t been able to get out. To ask the entire circumstances of her loss. The next thing she knew they were making plans. They moved to Ketterdam, and the world ended before her eyes. 
That fucking ledger had set the wreckage on fire.
Maya tried to imagine the feeling of her father’s arms around her shoulders. She was his little wolf, and Djel had given her a gift to make him proud. But it was an untouchable memory, sinking beneath the waves just out of reach, tangled and bleeding and mixed up with the messy scrawl that set the last thing she clung to ablaze. 
Maya had left Inej telling herself that the ledger was a lie, but if that was true then why was she still thinking about it? Like the words were scarring her. Like they were smoke and she was choking on them.
The world was buzzing from a great distance. 
Maya didn’t know what she was doing.
She could feel the shadows of Aimee and Kiada’s hands throbbing across her own. It wasn’t quite pain, but it was excruciating. She heard everything muffled through a barrier of rushing blood, her head spinning and her stomach threatening to empty its contents into the canal. Real pain split her shoulder, pain worth feeling, piercing through the din of everything else. The kind of pain that meant you were alive. Her vision blurred, just for a moment.
Maya was realising what she’d done.
Kiada was on her knees, holding herself up with shaking arms. She looked at Maya like a rabbit staring down the barrel of a gun. There was a graze on her cheek. Maya felt herself choke, stumbling backwards and shaking her head.
“I don’t-”
The girls looked at her in silence.
Djel, what had she done? She was meant to protect them. She was meant to be brave for them. She wanted to be brave for them. 
“No, I didn’t - I -”
She stumbled a little as she stepped backwards, and she saw Aimee inch towards her before freezing in place. 
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, the words scratching her throat, “Oh, Djel, Kiada I’m so sorry. I didn’t…”
She couldn’t breathe.
“I…” 
She was choking on the smoke. She was burning.
What had she done?
“Maya?” said Aimee, looking between her and Kiada
Maya realised dimly that Aimee didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know if she was safe to help Kiada.
Maya had done that too.
She’d made her afraid.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I’m sorry,”
Aimee helped Kiada to her feet.
“Do you want to go?” she asked, staring at them, “You can. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t - I’m so sorry,”
“We need help, Maya,” said Aimee, moments before Maya thought the silence would become too much, “We have to go back. She said if you went back she’d help you,”
She shook her head.
“I can’t,”
“Inej did nothing to you,”
Maya’s shoulder screamed its disagreement, but she knew that wasn’t what Aimee meant. Still, she didn’t know that she believed it. If she was supposed to believe that her father had… no. One page of a gambling parlour record wasn’t going to cut it. She needed proof. There had to be someone she could make pay. She needed it, before it ate her alive.
And even if Kaz Brekker wasn’t to blame for this sickness inside Maya, his death would pay for Celina’s. Wonderful, wonderful Celina, dreaming of going home. Dreaming of the ice and the semla from the bakeries and her mother doing her hair for a village dance. Maya had seen the Reaper’s Barge only a few times; even from the shore the flames were high and bright enough to be visible. She imagined Celina, 6 slashes on her throat, a tulip on her cheek, lying at a broken angle with pale, twisted limbs tangled amongst a thousand others. She imagined the flames swallowing her, her glassy eyes still staring to the very last moment. Still full of their fear. Their guilt. Their blame. What happened to eyes, when they burned? Maya didn’t know. In her head they remained the longest, watching everything else burn away, and then they melted. Slow and grotesque.
She hoped that was what would happen to Yennefer. Maybe it already had. Maya thought of Yen's blood on her hands, congealing slowly beneath her fingernails. She'd wanted to be sickened by it, but she hadn't. She'd felt empowered - she'd felt high. She wanted to feel like that again.
Yen was to blame for Celina's death, and she'd got what she deserved. But Kaz Brekker was responsible for it as well. He would pay the price.
Kiada stood in dazed silence, half leaning on tiny little Aimee for support. 
“You shouldn’t trust her,” she told them, “She lied to us,”
Aimee’s little face was hard. Her arm hooked around Kiada’s waist to hold her up, and she reached to brush gravel off the graze blooming on the older girl's cheek. Even looking at it happen, Maya felt tension in her back and rushing all the way down her spine. She squared her shoulders. Holding Aimee through the makeshift blanket had been her limit - and she hadn’t managed that for long. The girl lifted her chin, a kind of shadow in her eyes that should not have belonged to a child so young. 
“She didn’t hurt us,”
That was all Aimee said before she turned away.
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theshadowrealmitself · 2 months
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Keep thinking sad thoughts and sad scenarios and spiraling a bit, so this is my attempt to take a tragic scenario and pivot it since trying to avoid flat out of thinking of tragedy isn’t working, so tw for mentions of attempted suicide:
Person (A) who tries to kill themself a few times but sets it up to seem like complete accidents so no one figures out what they were trying to do, and it doesn’t work
So they think that’s the end of it, everyone else thinks they just had a close, completely accidental, brush with death, and they’re gonna be made to go to counseling for it anyways, so they start mentally preparing themselves to take counseling seriously and actually work on their mental health, use this as an opportunity to turn their life around
But someone they know (B) went investigating, and they found all the other set ups to lead to “accidents” against A and come to the conclusion that someone’s trying to murder A
And A of course knows that’s bullshit, but they don’t wanna explain that they were trying to kill themself, so they keep trying to pass it off as bad luck and B’s just seeing patterns that aren’t there
Until A’s car explodes, almost killing them, and they realize that someone was trying to kill them while they were trying to kill themself, and, unlike A, they didn’t come to the conclusion to stop
(I don’t actually know what B should be in this situation, so they’re detective-esque, maybe they aren’t an actual detective but they put themself on the case and they’re gonna assure A’s safety if it’s the last thing they do)
(but it won’t be)
(because this isn’t gonna end in tragedy, not this time)
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streetcornertwoam · 1 year
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OH my god...
I just actually had to go back relisten to the last several minutes of the latest ep ‘cause...I can’t believe I didn’t get the hints...
the fucking robes... ‘servant of the seven’ ‘one of seven in battle’...even BUMBERSHOOTS! 
goddammit Justin McElroy I’m so furious but I’m cackling
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sibillascribbles08 · 11 months
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I won't apologize <3
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viveela · 9 months
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Slowly eats your art so I can savor the amazing taste of it (it tastes like velvet cake)
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Blinks. my art is velvet cake.....thank you I'm so enlightened. I will write this down to remember this forever
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angeltism · 2 months
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I was mid post before I noticed that anon ask and now it's gone . uh
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fragmentedblade · 4 months
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I haven't looked forwards to a character as much as I've looked forwards to Sunday. I hope he won't disappoint
#He seems potentially so my type and I love the angelic aesthetic#He seems so shady and I love that. Robin does too and I adore that too but I'm afraid of expecting too much haha#Hanabi and Black Swan are interesting in a lore kind of way but I don't like their design at all tbh#Kinda getting tired of the female characters having all the very same look. They are not even from the Xianzhou so there's no excuse#Hanabi is like a mix of Guinaifen and Tingyun come on. And I find the design of Black Swan so boring with the potential her lore had#Skirk kind of situation#Ruan Mei and Dr. Ratio have managed to interest me a lot for what I've seen in leaks#but I hadn't been waiting for them to appear as I've been looking forwards to Sunday#Other than Sunday the character I'm most looking forward to is Firefly. I don't know#I've been digging the dynamic with Blade ever since I first saw leaks about Sam‚even when I thought them seeking death and life respectively#was due to each their different ways of not being fully human with Blade being immortal due to a mistake and Sam being a robot#But now he's an immortal old man seeking death and she's a little dying girl with time against her looking for life‚#both in a way the consequence of an experiment‚ and I find that potential interesting too#Besides I find so endearing and so funny that terrifying imposing Stellaron Hunter Blade is in a group with two young girls#that bully him a bit‚ make fun of him and take his phone. Extremely into how Silver Wolf is protective of him too#In general his dynamic with the Stellaron Hunters is very nice and sweet and intriguing for what I've seen#Abfkabfn I always end up talking about Blade. What I meant is that! I'm really looking forwards to Sunday#He seems extremely Jack-coded in some ways. A bit like Jing Yuan but in some senses More and I love that sort of character#I talk too much
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benjimarii · 2 years
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Man, the Ben 10 Tumblr fandom has such weird takes sometimes-
It's hard to like... Understand frames of mind for some people. Did we watch the same series?? Maybe you got things out of it that I missed? I'm just so confused.
I don't doubt that their intentions are good, as the series itself has it's issues. But there's just some nitpicks I don't understand. Maybe I just don't get if people are joking or not?
Do the people who watch the show and are in the Tumblr part of the fandom not like the show? Is it a Danny phantom situation? To a smaller degree of course, but still. I mean, I enjoyed each iteration of the show, flaws and all. It's a good series 🤔 A lot of people I come across enjoy the series as well, so the nitpicks seems to mostly be a Tumblr thing.
Nitpicks and criticism aren't the same thing btw. I understand and agree that most forms of media can and should be criticized to better understand it. You can criticize something and be absolutely infatuated with it, that's where Ben 10 stands for me.
Idk, maybe I'm just looking too deep into things. 🤷
Also, please don't take this the wrong way, as I'm just curious and want to learn more about how other people view the series. Different options absolutely matter, and often help people see new light on subject manners that are in the show. Sorry if I appear hostile or anything, as it's not my intent.
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For the ghost friend IK (ghosthunter doesn't seem like the right word since she's helping them move on and not like exterminating them), imagine she gets summoned to the Devildom, senses all the demonic energy, and immediately starts shooting the demons with her holy water gun
depending on whether whoever blessed it was just a human priest or a genuine angel that she somehow met, the demons are either extremely confused (and damp), or are reacting like cats when you spray water at them
lucifer attempts to intimidate ik by yelling at her to stop and she just shoots him directly in the eye
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Oddly enough i really want to read old transformers fanfics.
When i say old, though, i mean REALLY OLD. Like, Pre-Ao3 old. Fanfiction that's old enough to start with a 19— old. in fact, let me step this up and say that i want to read old fanfiction in general, the kind of stuff our parents and grandparents were writing. I want to see the creativity that society derided and stifled, the slash that some teenage hid under their bed because they knew their parents would disapprove, all the old OCs and old fandom slang that's been nearly lost to time,
Maybe I'm just sentimental, but I like seeing things that people poured their heart and soul into, and hate seeing it forgotten.
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SINCE WHEN COULD DEMONS BE TRAPPED IN A RING OF SALT
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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years
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The apartment next door. Cerulean tiles. Large french windows opening onto a balcony with string lights hanging from the railing. The smell of turmeric. Decorative plates on the wall. An open laptop on the dining table, playing 'Sweet Child Of Mine'. Old looking stuffed animals with mismatched button eyes sitting in a row on the couch. Pictures of dogs in costumes on the bathroom wall. A basket of folded laundry outside the bedroom door. Who lives here, Quil?
That depends on who sees the inhabitant, for every set of eyes will find something different to bring to life in that gentle home. It's a matter of perspective, after all.
When I look inside, I see a faerie living unsuspected and undetected, exploring the world outside the forest and finding comfort in the exciting. Their gossamer wings are hidden with a glamour, a simple trick taught to them young by a sly fox. Only when they stand in the sun can you see faint glimmers along the contours of their shape, but you'll brush it off as a trick of the light and make a joke about how they look like magic brought to life.
The windows are always open and the curtains blow in the faint breeze, the lights continuing into the house. They don't use lamps or ceiling lights, just soft fairy lights all along the walls and across the ceiling; the name makes them smile, but no one ever quite knows why.
Plants and spices adorn the kitchen, ingredients and herbs they use in poultices when they're alone, though perhaps they'll slip a spring into your purse when you visit, a hint of mischief in their eyes.
Pieces of their origin are mixed alongside the new joys they've found in this world. Stuffed animals with eyes made from buttons of an old shirt they brought with them from home, decorative plates with a theme of forests and things a little too fantastical to be real. Mushrooms and deer and waterfalls and homes built into trees. They claim they find it cute, that's all.
They dance to the songs they put on, moving in circles with a rhythm no one else quite knows, head tossed back, flowers tucked into their hair for the fun of it. With curls that kinky it'd be a shame not to decorate their afro, though at times they braid it back and wrap an embroidered cloth around. The pattern of the stitches seems vaguely familiar to you, like it means something, but each time you're close to figuring it out it slips away.
The dogs in costumes are endearing to all who see them, but the faerie smiles in secret about how they took the photos. How the things listened attentively to their every word and posed themselves, eager to please. Those who invite them over to their own home always comment on how readily their own pets love them, mistrusting creatures attaching themselves to them without question. They laugh and say they've always been good with animals, and for a moment there's a strange lilt to their words, something more.
The house is always open to the light and to the energy of friends and people and excitement and adventure and mischief. The bedroom is painted a deep green and the rug is threaded with flower designs like a forest floor, a pile of clothes all swaying and flowing and so soft to the touch.
When you ask me who lives in this here, I think it's a curious faerie. One stepping out to learn what there is beyond their forest. So far, they've found, the lady next door with the greying hair and lovely broomstick makes sweets that taste like magic, that taste like home.
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shiroselia · 10 months
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Do let it be known its queerphobia that based on how I have accidentally played this game I’ve literally made it so that Ogata’s my ABSOLUTE last unlock which means it’s gonna take 300 years to continue Haji and I NEED TO KNOW OKINO’S DEAL RIGHT THE FUCK NOW or I will die (And I literally haven’t even unlocked him yet like wtf :( )
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surunoita · 1 year
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another one idk man maybe i'm warming up to this brush
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diabeticgirl4 · 1 year
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Through the entire first episode I couldn't get a good idea of what Ashley's character looked like, but now that I've seen her official art I am in Love
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