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probablyhuntersmom · 6 months

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I hadn't spotted these a year ago:

Oh my god, guys???!!! Parallels:

2. These are the same face - the Depression Face.

It tugs at my heart like nothing else, because...

3. Oooh never paid attention to this:

4. These lil' guys were moving and animated while sleeping here, aww:

5. The screenshot below, to me, is foreshadowing that Hunter may have expressed his wish to study at Hexside...but once that wish is actually granted, he too is gonna be depressed - at school, specifically - for months, and frustrated that he simply cannot be enthusiastic about classes the way he initially hoped. He'll push and push himself and judge himself for why he "can't even" enjoy lessons he's supposed to be excited about:

6. Do you think they took Hunter to the zoo's bird hall, before he carved Waffles (I personally view it as a good element of exposure therapy)? :

7. People usually put the S1 screenshot of Luz drawing light glyphs, next to the one with Flapjack fading away...but I saw this too:

It makes me wanna chew extra recycled cardboard about Luz and Flapjack parallels, specifically. Because of what they both offered to the world, if you think about it:

8. If Camila went through an outfit change like this in her nightmare:

Imagine the mayhem of Hunter's many nightmares with his many outfits :S

9. A really good reference for how Hunter healed pre-timeskip, is this sequence, where the order has been altered a bit below:

(who knows, maybe Willow recorded a lot of vids of him on her scroll T___T)

10. Wow this sums up the show doesn't it:

11. Ugh you can't tell me that...they wouldn't have had a similar-ish mirror scene with Waffles and older Hunter to these, if we had a full S3 or more seasons:

Him approaching a mirror with no palisman beside him...I can't imagine how that was in those horrible months. (Maybe he does this before heading out to conduct a Palisman Adoption Day)

12. I feel really happy, confidently believing that he unlearned this body language:

in the presence of adults, especially his new parental figures. Coercive control wasn't a dominating theme in his life anymore. And while we didn't see it onscreen, he would've found the space to even initiate connection via physical touch with his parents, like what Luz naturally does here:

I say "physical touch" specifically, because to quote @idlescree's amazing video analyses, Hunter's own physical body - not just his mind - was the ultimate and most intimate battleground for Belos to exert control, by possessing Hunter and using him as a puppet in the most direct way possible. So for Hunter to get physically close to family to express love after Flapjack's death, in spite of terrible spooky thoughts that he might still gravely injure others...that isn't a small feat at all.

13. I think his casual sweater is a plain gold colour, and his cosplay outfit has its yellow colour: because he's still influenced by Belos.

The black of the wolf tee and in the cosplay, feel to me like foreshadowing of his post-possession grief. Even after Flapjack is gone, Hunter still thinks about Belos and is still walking around in the same cosplay outfit. His newfound freedom and healing is reflected in his timeskip design (calm midtones of orange and blue): when Belos has no more hold on him via a painful history. We would see a progression from the predominant darkness of the black colour to those peaceful midtones on his clothing.

14. Best one saved for last! It's a headcanon, but I draw a few connections. @childlikegoblinqueen and I were talking about him likely returning to the place where poor Flapjack was slain, even if it takes a number of years before he can do so. Waffles will be with him.

Imagine...instead of running frantically in the night:

he calmly strolls during a beautiful Halloween evening, with autumn leaves blowing in the wind once again:

There are no horrors awaiting him, and very importantly, he can believe that.

And he visits the spot at the lake, and puts his hand to his chest:

but for once, he can smile while doing that specific gesture. All the times that he has put a hand to his heart in the show, he wasn't smiling (link). He then leaves and then returns to his family (walking in the opposite direction of the portal above) to have an actually joyful Halloween celebration.

#for flapjack #Thanks to Them anniversary #the owl house #thanks to them

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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 5 months

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Do you have a Shiro playlist or songs you associate with him?

DO I, oh brother, DO I EVER

the impact my shiro playlist had on my Spotify wrapped…. Unprecedented…. I have only made 3 character playlists in my life and this is by far my favorite

Link to my YouTube version bc I cannot share Spotify links but

Little blurb about each song below the cut

It is short but pointed and since I’ve been holding back on infodumping about this since February. This draws heavily from songs on shiro playlists back in like 2017 and then also my own taste

1.Halsey- control THEE Shiro song to me. The amv in my mind when I listen to this ugh just like ALL of these lyrics give a very angsty s1/2 trying very hard to be stable but undeniable struggling vibe like. Listen I just rewatched Crystal Venom and the way you could fit the hallucination scene into this 🫨

2. Little Lion man. I mean what blorbo playlist isn’t complete without this. Lions and all that but also “Tremble for yourself, my man/You know that you have seen this all before /Tremble, little lion man / You'll never settle any of your scores”

for thee amnesia gladiator flashback man????

3. The Draw - Bastille - another angsty classic mental unwellness vibe. What gets me is both “ in your left hand there is the familiar / in your right hand there’s the great unknown” both in like space explorer man and also literally alien hand but also “When you go home everything looks different/ And you're scared of being left behind / Just listen to your friends / Trust that they're fair, look in their eyes / Just listen to your friends / They only care and hope you're alright”.

4. The Kongos - Come With Me Now - big warrior and gladiator energy to this one big Shiro’s capacity for violence and anxiety “ Afraid to lose control / And caught up in this world / I've wasted time, I've wasted breath / I think I've thought myself to death / I was born without this fear / Now only this seems clear / I need to move, I need to fight / I need to lose myself tonight”

5. April 1945 - this one is a movie soundtrack one and admittedly the weak link of this playlist but I got it from someone’s 8tracks ages ago and got attached to it as a Shiro song. Very ptsd horrors of war vibes

6. Broken Crown - Mumford and sons. Thee Shiro as champion, shiro and Haggar song to me

7. Violet Clementine - Lady Lamb - I keep trying to get people to appreciate this song as a blorbo song. To me the allegory with strings of fate and like the found family amvs I imagine to this in my mind… your family as the nest of yarn.. also obsessed with songs that refer to humans as animals… very shiro as gladiator vibes.

“ You build a nest of yellow yarn / You hope to god the yellowed yarn / Is soft enough to break your fall / Should you fall, should you fall”

“ Keep your silence golden and words important / You're only a handsome animal”

8. Berserker - Leslie Fish - another shiro and violence song bc I love when he fights like he has everything to lose and does not care about pain. Just have all the lyrics

9. I gave you all - Mumford and sons . Sorry for being a Mumford and sons girlie. This one to me is more at the universe at the galra at the black lion at the garrison even at adam. I don’t have a specific lyric just the vibe for like internal angst and bitter sweetness

10. Iron - Woodkid. Another one where literally all the lyrics vibe with Shiro as like missing from home gladiator soldier leader

#you don’t know how GLEEFUL I was getting to talk about this playlist #Voltron #shiro #music rec #I don’t care if other people think this playlist is good it give me brain worms and that’s what matters #I listened to control on loop and thought about shiro when I walked to class every day of last February and March

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feiandart · 7 days

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Posting 'em here again just to boost a bit my motivation today. I made 'em back in december, one of the first drawing I have ever made for myself only.

Will talk 'bout myself and my past from here, can skip it if you don't want my oversharing shit.

So. I used to work as a commission artist for years (5-6 if I'm not wrong), drew bit of anything you could think of and mainly sticked to NSFW art for most of my, uh, let me call that "carreer" even if it's probably the wrong term to use for it. Well, it paid my bills and rent for years, so we may stick to it anyway.

Thing is, I stopped drawing when I was eighteen. People, family first, always told me talent in art was all, practice would never have made it better and I should have kept it as a hobby rather than something to do as a job. Apart from my closest friends, no one encouraged me to practice and study and put real effort on it. I went to an art-based highschool (only because I couldn't focus on studying any subject, and art school is considered one in which you don't actually study at all here, so my parents thought it better to put me there as I wanted "so you can still graduate"), but I couldn't go ahead with art studies in professional comic schools, academies or any artistic department in university. No support on that front. Something like "be Caravaggio or be nobody" mindset was stuck into my head and I started actually believing that it was true. And since I was, and am not, Caravaggio, then what was the point? So I dropped the pencil and just forgot how to draw a fuckin' line for literal years.

Then I turned 22. I moved to another city for my studies. After completing 'em, my parents said me to come back home and I said no. They stopped paying anything for me since that moment, so I had to make things works on my own. Hopefully my rent was really low, so I could afford it with minimum effort, but had to buy groceries with coupons (not a common thing in Italy) and eat a lot less to make 'em last as much as possible. I found a job in a call-center, I cleaned houses and handed flyiers to people. And that's when I found out I cannot really be in social context for too long.

In the end I burned out, left all jobs and was stuck in bed for a month. I was barely 24, without a job, holding tight the little bit of freedom I ever got. I felt helpless and hopeless. I don't remember if my bestfriend or my housemate, but one of 'em said me to come back at drawing and givin' it a shot. What harm could that do afterall, could have been pocket money for a bit if it couldn't stick to something better.

I started from pencil. Then went to digital in a couple months. I practiced, started quite immediately taking commissions and honest to God I don't have the slightest clue of how someone whould spend money on some shit I drew without basic anathomy knowledge and after that much time without drawing. Still have no idea. So I drew. I made some quick animations, never did much there thought. Grew a little fanbase, went on with it for years. I even moved with my bestfriend, living with her alone for two years, got a cat I love that it's my actually support companion right now.

I felt happy for a bit, I believe. Imposter syndrome is always watching me afterall, that never stopped. It's just like there's another person in the room with me all day, whispering me I should do more 'cause I don't deserve any attention. Ugh.

However. I went on with that until 2023. I had to come back to my parent's house in 2022 and got stuck in here since then. Nightmare years. Still a nightmare period, but I'm managing. Thing is, past year I burned out so much I completed all my left commissions in a rush and actually dropped my tablet for months. I used it as a third screen, took away the pen and the glove and swore I would never ever be back at drawing again. Will not go into details of what triggered that burnout, but you got the point, I didn't want to draw again in my life at that time.

This is pretty much when Good Omens entered the room. It was late September, I saw a lot of videos on tiktok and since I watched S1 years ago, I decided to give it a shot to S2 too. It was an istant hyperfocus. Watched all over for weeks, both in italian, in english, in english with italian subs and english with english subs. Never done anything like that in my life before. By the end of October I came back at writing. So I started to arrange things for Up&Down, my first fic after uhm, like 15 years or so. And it felt so good! I went through 42 days of deep writing, posting a chapter a day just for myself. 'cause I wanted to write something I liked for the sole purpose of liking it. And it felt so liberating!

Then I thought: will this apply to drawing too, maybe?

Answer is YES. It did. I was inspired from the fandom, from MrGhostRat's art and Gleafer's, and started drawing again. I dug into english fanfictions, fandom artists I love, and the list just gets longer day by day. I started writing Sugar, and with it I started drawing illustrations for it.

I went from the image to the left to the one to the right in two months. Guys, I'll repeat it: TWO MONTHS. I never had such a quick improvement in years, practicing every fuckin' day, drawing my hands out of my bloody body. I drew for 5-6 years and never got to improve this much. I did now. And you know why?

'cause I started drawing for myself. I'm doing something I love. And I'm getting better at it.

And you know what? I'm quite angry now. 'cause if I didn't stop years ago, who knows where I could have been now. If I didn't listen to people saying me "be Caravaggio or be nobody", I could have done so much more by now. Maybe I could have been able to draw fuckin' furnitures by now. Maybe I would have started being able to draw the same face two times in a row years ago insted of now.

Maybe I could have been the comic artist I wanted to be. Maybe not the best in the world, but I don't fuckin' care of being the best one, I want to be one I'm proud of. I didn't get the chance 'cause out there is full of people without a dream who's only purpose in life is destroying other people hopes.

And you know what? I'm done with that. I'm done with people saying me I'm not a gifted child. I'm done with people coming at me saying I cannot do shit I love 'cause they have reason to make me do something different. People thinks to know what's good for me but I'm fuckin' 30 and I think I know it pretty well already, thank you very much.

I'm managing how to get hold of my choices and things I love now that I'm an adult, but dear Lord I keep on thinking of my young self and I want to hug that poor thing so much I can't explain. I'd love to say her everything's going to be hard, but good in some way. That things are difficult, but they will change. That people are shit, but she should be strong and fight back. 'cause I did it too late and I regret now, but she deserved better.

You deserves better. And I'm talking to anyone who's reading this. I don't know if you went all the way 'til here, but if you did: don't make my same mistakes. You know better than me. Don't let people spoil the things you love, don't give 'em power to destroy your will and put you in a closet for the time being. You don't deserve that.

Don't miss your chance 'cause people doesn't want to see you happy to be yourself. Don't do that. They don't deserve that power over you.

Love yourself more than I loved myself. I'm starting just now and it's hell. You can do better, I promise.

#good omens art #good omens #sugar #up&down #deep down fei's heart #overthinking #personal shit #motivation #motivating myself #get motivated

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kaeya-official · 10 days

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You...make a good point. Unfortunately, I'm still not sure. Wait, no...actually...I think I am. You're...understanding and kind.

I think it's because. I feel like. I'm not living up to my potential or something like that. Ugh, I'm being really cringey yeah I know. I feel like despite everything and all that's in me- the output would always be average and barely something that is deserving of appreciation or acknowledgement.

Then, I kind of just stop trying. It feels like being trapped in a cage you locked yourself up in.

"Ah, yeah, I know that feeling well... It's not an easy thing to get past. You are your own worst critic, right? But I think... I think what it comes down to, is that your maximum potential is something you work up to. You never start at the top, it's always a climb. And if you were already at the top, wouldn't that be a little sad? That you had no more space to grow or change?"

"...I don't have any answers with easy fixes, or the correct way to go about fixing this feeling, but I can say that it will pass, eventually. As long as you don't give up on yourself, there is always another end to the tunnel, a peak to the mountain, and other such cheesy metaphors. You can't be kept down if you always get back up, right? It's not about not falling in the first place."

"Celebrate small achievements. You draw, right? Let yourself feel good about practicing, even if it doesn't turn out how you envisioned it. Having drawn anything at all is a good first step, and repeating that step enough times will inevitably lead to improvement, like individual bricks making up a wall."

"And remember to rest, refuel, hydrate. The body isn't a machine, it's an animal, and all animals need food, water, and rest to live their best lives. A horse cannot run at its top speed unless it is well cared for, and the same is true for humans. And even then, a well taken care of horse cannot run at top speeds at all times. Do yourself the service of taking care of yourself properly, and don't burn yourself out trying to sprint constantly. Pace yourself, take care of your body and mind. Live in cycles of rest and action. The rest will come naturally alongside."

#rose anon #me a bunch of the advice i have collected over the years at you all at once

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mysteryshoptls · 11 months

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SSR Silver Bloom Birthday Personal Story Part 2

"Happy Birthday"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Diasomnia Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Idia: O-O-Ok… N-Next question…

Idia: “What is your best class?”

Silver: That would be Physical Training.

Idia: Ah, k… How stupid of me to think we'd have anything more in common…

Idia: I'm so bad at physical training classes, that I'm in danger of failing… D-D-Do you have a cheat on how to get better at it?

Silver: Get better…? Hm, that's difficult. I cannot say I've ever had issues with any tasks that require physical abilities.

Silver: I believe I had the strength and stamina that were needed for those classes even before being enrolled here.

Silver: Back home, I would draw water from the river and chop wood, as well as other tasks that would provide me with daily training.

Silver: When I think back on it now, I suppose running with the animals that lived in the woods around my house also served to develop my legs and back muscles.

Idia: Drawing water, chopping wood, running with animals…? That's a list of things that have no meaning to me at all…

Silver: However, I would say my father had the largest impact on my life. When I got to the age where I was finally more aware of myself and everything that was going on around me, he started my daily regimented training.

Idia: That young!? If it was me, I'd've run away from how harsh that was…!

Silver: True, there was no lack of harsh training conditions. There were even times where I would give up and tell him that I couldn't do it anymore.

Silver: Whenever that happened, my father would try to encourage me, sometimes sternly, sometimes gently…

Silver: Once, when I was made to climb a steep cliff and was unable to progress any further, he came up next to me and showed me the proper path to continue.

Silver: He was quite nimble, and he could climb up the cliff with ease, so he ended up leaving me there, in the end.

Idia: He climbed the steep cliff with ease…!? Silver-shi, your dad sounds way too extreme!?

Silver: Right, he's an amazing person. I believe that I was able to grow as I did because he believed that I would be able to.

Silver: And also… I believe it was good fortune for me that Sebek became my father's apprentice.

Silver: Sebek puts for great effort, and cannot stand losing. During our training, he would find any opportunity to compete against me.

Idia: Ugh, what a pain.

Silver: For a little while after we began training together, I admit I was a little baffled by his constant aggressiveness…

Silver: But one day, I started to feel a burning desire to not lose to him.

Silver: It was a sensation that I had not felt up until that moment, when my goal had been to simply develop my abilities to my honored father's level.

Silver: We were not constantly at odds with each other. There were times that we required the cooperation of the other in order to overcome an obstacle.

Silver: There is no way either of us would have achieved that sense of accomplishment with only one of us. It is truly wonderful to have someone to cultivate growth with.

Idia: S-S-So, basically… It's not how you train, but who you train with?

Idia: I'm already a single player in my online games, there's no way I could do multi-player in real life…

Silver: Are you searching for someone to train with? If we are available, Sebek or I could be your partner.

Idia: Hah!? Ah, no, uh… No, I don't really like exercising anyway, so… I'm good, yeah.

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

#twisted wonderland #twst #silver #idia shroud #twst silver #twst idia #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: sebek #mention: lilia

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wellthebardsdead · 9 months

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Clockwork Heart pt25

Part 24 here

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*Agonised screaming of thousands of voices growing louder and drawing in silently like the pulsing of a heart*

Wyrm: *floating in a darkened void surrounded by the shifting cacophony of terror and pain* be… quiet…

???: Its dark!! It’s dark!!!

???: I can’t see! It burns!

???: You lied to us! They lied to all of us!!!

???: MAMAAAA! MAMAAAAA!!!

???: I can’t breathe!

???: it hurts! Get off of me!!

???: help us!! Help us!!!

Wyrm: *opens his eyes as a burning heat surrounds his body to see the broken construct of the brass tower staring back at him, it’s face half submerged in the magma of red mountain and floating above it, the heart of lorkhan, it’s red form writhing and twisting, revealing itself to be made of the bodies of thousands of dwemer, all of them bound to their creation and the heart they abused in making it, all of them screaming, clawing, kicking and twisting about in an eternal struggle to get free from what they’d done* be quiet… *grits his teeth watching as they ignore him*

“BE QUIET!!!”

The heart of lorkhan: *all halt in place, as if the heat had stopped beating, all of the souls bound to it, turning their gaze to him in silence, staring, acknowledging his presence, his voice breaching the veil between waking and dreaming in that moment* …

Wyrm: *staring back at them, weeks, months, years worth of vitriolic anger built up within him bubbling to the surface like blood from an open cut. Anger that he’d spent so long trying to learn who he is, anger of what the dwemer did to start all of this in the first place, anger at the heart of lorkhan itself for causing him and those he cares about so much pain, and anger at himself, at sotha sil, for their part in it as well* …I. Hate. You.

The heart of Lorkhan: … *suddenly begins to murmur and rumble as the souls making up its mass cry out and whisper and groan and whine like wounded animals, their one salvation despised them, the one they were relying on, the one sotha sil promised them. Their movements growing more and more agitated like maggots in a frenzy devouring flesh, each other, it didn’t matter, they had to move they had to break free, their voices joining in unison as the heart pulsates with a shockwave that could level cities and ripple oceans* Make. Him. WHOLE!

???: Seht?

Wyrm: *jumps and opens his eyes to see himself not in the volcano anymore, but instead a rather comfortable looking room, and before him a familiar figure floating in a lotus pose before him, vivec* what?

Vivec: *sighs and looks back down at the script he was writing* I said I understand your concerns. But there is nothing I can do about it, not now at least.

Wyrm: *realising he’s witnessing another memory as sotha sils voice speaks through him* If you don’t do something now there won’t be another chance to act, why won’t you listen to me?!

Vivec: the heart is out of our reach, Seht. I’m already too weakened… I’m not asking you to believe me. Nor will I blame you if you don’t. But I understand your plan. And in the future from now I will help you fix what we’ve done… but right now, I cannot help you or our people, beyond trying to maintain order as I can.

Wyrm: There won’t be a future- i- Ugh. Forget it. You and Ayem are as delusional as eachother. If neither of you will help me then I’ll do it myself. *turns and leaves as the memory fades and burns up like a sheet of paper flaking away to ash, but not before vivec gets his final word*

Vivec: I’ll help you when the dragons return. *smiles knowingly*

Wyrm: What? *looks back at him and blinks awake to find himself in his bedroom, tucked safely in his bed surrounded by nearly the entirety of the collage faculty, with his father, Enthir, Neht and Voryn all huddled by his side* h-huh?…

Voryn: *visibly sweating and trembling from trying to pull him out of another nightmare* he’s- he’s awake-

Nerevar: *holds him close* my dreamer, lay down… *shifts him up onto the bed beside Wyrm before taking the young dunmers hand* can you hear us wyrm?

Enthir: *wiping Wyrms face with a damp cloth* come back to us prince-

Urag: *eyes red with tears as he grips Wyrms Pearl eye in his hand* What were you thinking pup?… why would you do something so reckless?

Nerevar: and what made you use your thuum? Did something happen?

Enthir: and why was your head bleeding when we found you at the edge of town?!

Voryn: Enough.

Everyone: *goes quiet before finally noticing Wyrms expression, the dunmer looking down at his hand, still being held by nerevar. Tears pouring down his face as he avoids their gaze, looking so ashamed of himself for making them worry, for being careless, but ultimately embarrassed that he was to weak he couldn’t even make it to the stables* …

Voryn: *sighs with a shuddery breath as pain continues to grip his heart* He’s still hurting… please, give him some space… we can ask questions later once he’s had a chance to recover…

Urag: *nods sadly before looking back at the others, a room filled with people Wyrm considers family* you heard him…

Tolfdir: *nods at him before looking at the other professors and clearing his throat* Well, now that that’s sorted, tea anybody?

Everyone: *nods, murmuring amongst themselves before walking out leaving only them, and Savos Aren present*

Savos: … *walks to the beside slowly before stopping* …Ancano assaulted you. Didn’t he?

Wyrm: *looks up at him, eye glassy and staring almost into his soul* … *nods* he… grabbed… me…

Savos: *staring at the patch on the side of the smaller dunmers head where they’d found him bleeding* Well. I now have sufficient evidence at last to enact justice then… I’ll see to it he’s dealt with accordingly.

Enthir: *gritting his teeth as he turns and glares at him* You should have dealt with him when this all first started! All of this is your fault! Wyrm is in this position because of you!!!

Savos: *sighs* if you say so. *turns to leave not wanting to put up with Enthirs justified anger towards him*

Wyrm: …why did you send my friends to the Labyrinthian?… to die like you let your friends?…

Savos: *blood freezing in his veins, finally realising why Wyrm never liked him, realising he knew he was the one to blame for the other students disappearances that year* … *looks back at him slowly and swallows a lump in his throat* to gather an artefact that could cause you great harm before ancano can get his hands on it… I did not send them there, they went on their own accord, and threatened me into giving them the key… Lord Nerevar will tell you the same.

Wyrm: … *slowly turns his gaze to nerevar and pulls his hand away from his grasp* …You lied…

Nerevar: I- no Wyrm I didn’t I just-

Voryn: He didn’t want you to get hurt anymore than you already we-

Wyrm: *glares up at him* you lied…

Enthir: Pearl it’s ok-

Wyrm: *gritting his teeth as he stares him down too* liar…

Urag: … *gently takes his hand in his own* …pup?…

Wyrm: *looks down at his hand but doesn’t acknowledge his touch* …I want to be alone now papa… please… leave me alone…

Urag: *heart breaking seeing his son so destroyed, so far gone from his joyful beam of sunshine* …alright pup… I’ll be in the arcanum if you need me. *shakily gets up with Enthirs help* you two as well. *looks at voryn & nerevar* let’s leave him be.

Nerevar: but what if he-

Voryn: Neht… he needs space… *reaches up hugging his arms around his neck to be lifted up* we hurt him…

Nerevar: *furrows his brow seeing the pain on Wyrms face, and the anger in his eye* …I’m sorry… *lifts voryn into his embrace and carries him out the door following Enthir and Urag*

Savos: *watches them go by before looking at Wyrm one final time, then following them out as well* …

Wyrm: … *lays his head back into the pillows, hugging himself tight* …teacup…

*meanwhile*

Taliesin: *gasps as his eyes snap open to the darkened interior of the labyrinthian, the stagnant air filling his lungs as he shoots upright and his hand clutching his chest as he comes back to the waking world, realising he’s alive* Wyrm- *coughs and holds his head remembering what happened, estormo bringing the butt of the staff of Magnus down on his head… the staff that he should have taken… the staff now mysteriously laying beside him and his two unconscious friends* what on nirn… Kaidan- Inigo!! *shifts onto his knees and starts shaking both of them* wake up! Wake up please wake up!!

Inigo: *jolts awake gasping for air and slapping Kaidan in the face with his arm* I’m alive- *coughs from the dusty air* My friends are you hurt-

Kaidan: *groans from being rudely awoken and sleeping on the stone floor* arghhh Whot the fock?… SHIT- *suddenly sits up right grabbing taliesins face and looking him over in a panic as he sees the dried blood caked on his skin* Don’t move let me- huh?

Taliesin: *face smooshed in his hands, blinks at him in confusion* please tell me I’m still pretty after estormos attack on my visage-

Kaidan: I?… you’re covered in blood but there’s no injuries anywhere on you.

Taliesin: what? *feels his face before looking at Kaidans as well, then feeling around the blood matted fur on inigo’s head and getting the same result* I- the staff is still here and we’re healed what… what happened?

Kaidan: Doesn’t matter, we’ll figure it out as we travel. *gets up helping the other two to their feet before grabbing the staff and wrapping it in his cape* if we get focking jumped again because of this damned thing I’m going to go berserk.

Taliesin: good use that energy on them next time instead.

Kaidan: They hit me with some strange magic damn it! I know we don’t get along but id never willingly attack you.

Taliesin: I know, and I’m sorry for putting you in a chokehold to get you off inigo.

Kaidan: aye, don’t mention it, I’m sorry I went below the belt inigo.

Inigo: *remembering why he can taste vomit now and feeling the pain between his legs* d-dont mention it- can one of you carry me to the horses please- *coughs*

Taliesin: *crouches down lifting the khajiit up onto his back without hesitation* let’s get back to the collage before ancano can do whatever it is he’s plannin-

*chime*

Taliesin: *looks back bewildered hearing a bell ring softly somewhere in the barrow, it’s ringing reminding him of velothi ceremonial bells he’d seen and heard on display in the grand library in Alinor* did you… hear that?

Kaidan: Might be that focking priest waking up again. Let’s move before we find out. *grabs his arm leading him from the maze like tomb*

*a few days later*

Wyrm: *still confined to his room and to his bed, quietly staring down at his book, eyes fixated on the pages with growing frustration that still nothing more has revealed itself* I know who I am, who I’m supposed to be… why won’t you let me read what I’m clearly supposed to know?

“Do you though?”

Wyrm: *shakes his head hearing his soul half whisper back to him, with a voice that he’d now come to know as sotha sils and yet, it wasn’t him, not fully him* what though?…

“Know who you are?”

Wyrm: *gritting his teeth* I know I’m annoyed with people being in my head who don’t belong there. *shakes his head harder before closing his book and hitting his forehead with it in frustration* UGHHH!

???: Wyrm stop that! You’ll hurt yourself-

Wyrm: *jumps as voryn suddenly takes the book from his hands* g-go away. *sniffles reaching for the book only for voryn to sit behind him on the bed and gently inspect his face to see if he hurt himself*

Voryn: *gently brushing his bangs back to see a red mark on his forehead from the impact of the hard cover* Oh Pearl…

Wyrm: *pulls away and turns his back on him again* g-go away, I hate this, I hate you, I hate nerevar! I hate sotha sil and I hate everything about this stupid book!! *grabs it and throws it hard against the wall making a page suddenly fly out of it and dance slowly onto the ground*

Voryn: *feeling hurt at his words but even more so as his heart hangs heavy with the stress and anger the young dunmer is bottling up inside* …I don’t blame you for your anger, Wyrm. *gently grasps his hair and pulls a comb from his pocket, brushing it slowly and carefully* And you’re allowed to be angry… we hurt you, we were only trying to protect you but in doing so we made you feel weak, and betrayed. I’m… glad to see you showing your frustrations, it means we can help you better this t-

Wyrm: I DONT WANT HELP! *chokes out a sob* I’m supposed to be the dragonborn! I’m supposed to be strong but I’m not! I don’t want help! I want to be able to help! But I can’t! I’m worthless! I’m weak! And every time I think I’m getting somewhere that stupid heart! That f-fucking book! And all those voices screaming! Screaming louder and louder and sotha sil! All of it keeps coming back and weakening me again!!! And again! And when I finally show strength, when I fight for myself… all I do is hurt everyone around m-me… I hurt papa, I hurt the soldiers in Helgen, I hurt the Psijic monks… and I keep hurting you… *sniffles hugging his knees to his chest* I can’t ever do anything right, nothing ever goes my way, and everyone always leaves me eventually… how can I protect everyone from alduin when I can’t even protect myself?…

Voryn: *sets the comb down and pulls him into his arms. Lifting his chin up to look at him* Do you really believe that Wyrm?… If you can’t protect yourself then explain how you fought off Ancano in the courtyard? Or Taliesins story of the dragon and the watch tower? Or how you set the troll on fire on high hrothgar? Do you doubt the greybeards belief in you?

Wyrm: *looks up at him before shaking his head sadly, already feeling remorseful for his words spoken in frustration and anger* …Wh-what do I do voryn?… I’m so afraid… I don’t know what to do…

Voryn: *dries his face with his sleeve and tucks a strand of hair behind the smaller elfs ear before offering him his hand* Let us help you, Wyrm, we can teach you… neht made a promise to you when you were a child after all.

Wyrm: *looks up at his hand and then back up at him as he slides his fingers into his, interlocking them before leaning in for a hug as he weeps openly into the older elfs robes* I’m- I’m s-sorry, I don’t h-hate you or- n-nerevar! I’m sorry!

Voryn: *smiles and strokes his hair as he holds him in arms* shhh, I know you didn’t mean it. I’m not upset. I- huh?

Mr wrench: *suddenly picks up the page and holds it out as if observing the strange text and patterns* … *suddenly begins rattling violently before a beam of light shines out from its ocular device, projecting a memory on the wall through the eyes of not sotha sil, but someone else*

Voryn: what on ni- *moves to cover Wyrms eyes as the image of sotha sils newly fully automated body appears in the vision, hanging suspended from the cables feeding his very life force into the city* dont lo- Wyrm!

Wyrm: *slides out of his grasp and shakily walks to the wall, staring up at the projection in amazement as he sees this form of sotha sil from another’s perspective, still alive, still breathing like the bellows to the furnace powering a great ship* its him, he’s… not dead yet I- *jumps a little hearing a voice play from the memory, one he recognised as vivecs*

Vivec: I knew what to expect coming to find you here, however seeing you now for myself is no less frightening all the same… *walks closer until he stands only a few feet away, sotha sil slowly raising up his head to look at him, his one living eye staring at him, through him, beyond him, into his very soul and mind and the lies that make up his being*

Sotha Sil: you… brought what I requested?…

Vivec: *nods and holds out sotha sils mask* …Ayem will come for you when I leave… I can stay and-

Sotha sil: no… it cannot be avoided… if she fails to kill me. Nerevar will do so instead…

Vivec: you’re certain it’s him then…

Sotha Sil: *nods slowly, the mechanical joints to his form clicking and twisting* it is as I told you… will you keep to me your promise then?…

Vivec: I will when the time comes.

Sotha Sil: that time is now, Vehk…

Vivec: Not yet. But it’ll come.

Sotha Sil: *sighs* never mind… I should have expected disappointment from you…

Vivec: warranted I suppose. *gently leans in giving him a soft, final kiss before placing his mask on him with care* For now, at least. *steps back and smiles* I’ll see you later, my friend… *turns and walks away, leaving seht alone in the core of his city as the vision suddenly blurs and fades, before changing to another memory, to Wyrms book resting on his desk, as a gloved hand slides the page in amongst the others*

Wyrm: *tilts his head in confusion before feeling his blood turn to ice as the vision moves showing him, himself, fast asleep in his bed as voryn sleeps soundly beside him* wh-what?

Voryn: *eyes wide and getting out of bed to grab Wyrm* NEREVAR!!!

Mr wrench: *suddenly rattles and bopples about violently as bolts and gears pop loose from their sockets and the projection fades before collapsing with a shattered soul gem*

Wyrm: m-mr wrench? *picks him up as voryn suddenly ushers him towards the door* what’s going on?

Nerevar: *hurries in with his hand on his blade hearing the fear in voryns voice* what’s going on?!

Voryn: Vivec! He’s here! He was in this room while we were sleeping! He’s after Wyrm!

*meanwhile*

Ancano: *standing within the midden, smirking as Estormo approaches with what he thinks is the staff of Magnus in his hands* I’m glad to see you’ve returned. I do hope you had no troubles? Three of them, perhaps?

Estormo: No trouble at all, they were easy to kill. *hands him the staff, only to pause in confusion as the illusion fades revealing a grotesque, oddly leathery spear* what on Nirn?…

Ancano: … *holds up the spear, his eyes staring at it as his face contorts with mounting anger* … *glares at estormo* …

Estormo: … *backs up, then turns to run only to be impaled from behind, the spear ripping through his uniform and out through his chest with a sickening cracking of ribs and ripping of flesh* Ugh- *coughs up blood as he attempts to let out a final scream, before going limp and collapsing as ancano lets go of the weapon letting him drop*

Ancano: *lightning crackling up his arms and flashing through his eyes and gritted teeth* Enough of this. To oblivion with the concordat! I’ll level this pathetic relic into the sea and take him as my prize! *stomps his foot down on estormos head as he marches over his body to the ladder, cracking his skull with his boot, letting it echo through the halls of the underdark, mixing with the chime of a bell*

#Wyrm dragonborn #sotha sil #voryn dagoth #nerevar #skyrim taliesin #Kaidan skyrim #inigo skyrim #Enthir #urag gro shub #ancano #estormo #skyrim

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c0rpseductor · 2 months

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cannot even articulate how pissed i am about this thing i remembered

when i was really little my dads mom got me and my two younger cousins matching Easter presents. they were cute little junk plushies, like, these little easter ducks in different colors, and i got really attached to mine and named him mr. ducky. i lost him one day and was really upset about it.

EXCEPT!!! fucking. UGH. i really don’t like making a huge habit of talking about this but im going to Blow Up and it’s my blog. id been switching a lot recently with a part that’s a little kid and remembers more about my/our childhood, so i remembered or found out or whatever what actually happened to the toy and im like. livid.

my parents openly complained in front of me that my grandma shouldn’t have gotten me more toys because i already have too many stuffed animals basically the minute she was out of earshot. they used to be real fucking anal about the amount of stuffed animals i was allowed to have, and make me go through them all every so often to donate because they didn’t like them taking up space (i had a lot but never enough to cause any kind of problem, it was purely fucking punitive bc they knew it would make me sob for ages). so they hated my duck already. and then he went missing and they didn’t try to help me very much and were just kind of like Oh well! Maybe he’ll turn up haha! <- FUCKING UNBOTHERED.

and some time after initially losing my duck i got taken to goodwill and saw a suspiciously identical duck in the plushie section my parents wouldn’t let me have. im like. Dead sure they took and got rid of it bc they thought it was just junk and i didn’t need more toys, and pretended they hadn’t, bc they had a petty fucking grudge against a toy my grandmother got me. FOR EASTER. fucking whooooo does that to their kid.

of course i’m so incandescently pissed i want to confront my mom about it but of fucking course nothing would come of it bc it’s insane. but it’s not really About the toy anyway. it’s like. how much do you have to resent your child to take their treasured belongings in secret? how little regard do you have to have for your kid to do that kind of horseshit? it baffles me. sometimes they could genuinely do such nice and thoughtful stuff but then other times they would do shit like this. and of course they were also horribly abusive but im just so fixated on this bc it’s new and like. i don’t get how you can even pretend to like your kid so convincingly when you have this level of simultaneous disdain for the fact that he’s a child who draws breath at all. god forbid our son have toys. Jesus Christ

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inkstaindusk · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering, if you wouldn’t mind telling us: what are your favorite villainess stories, and why those ones? Have a good day!

I love talking about my favorite stories so I don't mind at all!

It's Time to Change the Genre - A woman transmigrates into a revenge novel as the negligent aunt of the protagonist. She vows to take care of her nephew until the plot begins, but then all of a sudden he refuses to leave her behind. Currently this is the one I'm following closest! It's got great characters and they're all hilarious. There's prominent romance, yes, but it doesn't overshadow the family content, which I like. A good draw to this one, I think, are the twists, which I did admittedly spoil for myself. If I hadn't, I don't know that I would have kept reading, but I still do very much like it. Also, the art is gorgeous!

Endo and Kobayashi's Live Commentary on the Villainess - Two high schoolers stan the tsundere villainess of an otome game. One day their voices are heard by the main love interest, the prince, and from there they try to give commentary of the game to give the misunderstood villainess a happy ending and make sure everyone comes out of the plot alive. This is a good read for when you just want something non-stressful. Tsundere characters can be questionable, but I love Lise. I found the ending of the webnovel to be a bit lackluster, but overall it was enjoyable and I like to reread it on occasion when I want to feel good. I think the romance was also fairly well-done, and the side romance also has pretty fantastic moments. Plus, it's getting an anime soon! Very excited for that.

Roxana / The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Older Brother - FL transmigrates into an R18 reverse harem novel as a daughter of the cruel, bloody family that captured and killed the heroine's older brother. In order to save her own life, she becomes the older brother's "owner" while she devises a way to set him free. Okay. So this one is a bit of a doozy and I cannot, in good conscience, talk about it without warning. Trigger warnings include: body horror, self-harm, death, torture, mentioned rape, drugs, captivity, I think implied incestuous feelings (which FL does not return but does use to her advantage), and probably other things that I'm forgetting. This one is not for the faint of heart. That being said, I love it. I love fucked up women in fucked up situations. The FL was a normal girl who was forced to become cruel in order to survive and it's terrible, but wonderfully done. I mentioned the incest (ugh) in the warnings but she does have one sibling who loves her as a sister in a normal, platonic way and I actually really love their relationship! Again, only read this if you're prepared for it, but I like it a lot for when I'm interested in reading something just, completely fucked.

I Became the Hero's Mom - FL adores the protagonist of a certain novel and transmigrates into a time when he's still a child, long before the novel begins. She supports him as his biggest fan from afar, but ends up getting the attention of his father, who assumes her attention was actually for him, and he accepts her "feelings". On the bright side, she gets to stan her fave from up close! This one's not actually villainess which is why it's at the bottom, but I'd be remiss if I didn't add it for the transmigration aspect, also just because I love it and want to talk about it. It might actually be my favorite het isekai romance, but the translators stopped translating a while back, so I kind of lost track of it for a bit and have yet to catch up to the official tl (which I think is on tapas? Gonna have to check tho). Even so, it's the best. The family content is so pure and wholesome, Abel the hero of the novel FL read is simply adorable, and there is no ML like Hades. Once you meet Hades you will never accept another shitty emotionless conceited son-hating love interest ever again. I mention Hades a lot whenever I'm complaining about MLs because He Is The Standard, my friends. Get you a man who loves his wife AND his son. Also, there's plot! There is a truly astounding amount of plot and it's making me lose my mind! FL is doing her best and I just want her to be happy. Read this one, you won't regret it.

Now, you may have noticed, hey! Only Roxana is actually evil, what gives? And the reason for that is that it's very, very hard to find a villainess story I like that also has a truly villainous protagonist. Reverse the hourglass started out strong but at some point I got bored, beware of the villainess was also good but pushes way too hard without committing to the implications that the heroine likes the villainess, and various others lose points for similar reasons or just because they're too long. That is, if the FL is even truly a villain in the first place. Also bad love interests will ruin my enjoyment entirely, no matter how much I like the FL.

So yeah. Technically these are my favorites as far as what's currently published in the genre, but they're not actually what I would call my preferred villainesses. (Hero's Mom excluded because she's not supposed to be, she's just here because I want her to be)

#asks #anon asks #v lb #recs #...once again got sidetracked by my many thoughts on the villainess genre

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