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vtoriacore · 1 year

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Yo! It's me! I was wondering if I could request Ruggie, Idia, Riddle, and Malleus with a significant other who fights people for just breathing in their direction. Like Crowley opens his mouth and their already like "SHUT UP!" And throws chairs at people. I think the comedic potential for this is exponential

✧ alla stocatta (this chair)!

note: this is such a funny fucking concept LMFAO😭 gremlin MC agenda has gotta be my fucking fave they have the power to be so unhinged and i live for it also not proofread because it's low-key 12 am BUT. it's readable so-

characters: ruggie, idia, riddle, malleus

people who reblogged here is a special heart and a kith y'all do the most and ily 💞

♡ RUGGIE

ruggie finds it both amusing and kind of intimidating (and kinda hot but he'll die before he admits this yk) how you literally defend his honour (even when it doesn't necessarily need to be defended) but is he complaining? fuck no!

half the time he is laughing and the other half is him cheering you on and maybe even encouraging you to do something just a little overboard (nothing that will get you into trouble, and if it does he's usually happy to take the blame)

the first time he witnessed you literally throwing your broom at leona in joint flight class because he wouldn't stop bitching to ruggie was just about the most hilarious fucking thing he's ever seen and oh- there he goes falling off because he couldn't stop laughing (he stops when you catch him and ask if he's okay though - this mf may think he's slick but is literally reduced to a blubbering mess once he finds himself in a position considered a little too intimate with you)

the second time he saw you trip someone up because they looked at him wrong, and your silly, sly self simply gave them the most unimpressed look you could muster with a "watch where you're going"

the hyena was too stunned to speak 😮 no but seriously he found that both hilarious (as always) and admirable because holy shit, you did it so nonchalantly and it looked so fucking cool- he questions how he was even able to pull you (dw ruggie, you've got rizz!)

he absolutely loves when you stand up for him for more serious stuff though, like if someone's insulting him for his status or for having to work etc. because your no-bullshit attitude actually works so well? you just casually throw a chair at the mf even daring to look at him and his heart goes ✨✨✨ all the while he's laughing and cheering you on from the sidelines.

♡ IDIA

at first, idia is fucking terrified! bro is borderline crashing because how the fuck did you have the strength to haul that heavy ass cauldron at the person making a snide remark about him? he was going to say he's NEVER coming to class again but after this, he changes his mind so quick

like, you looked so badass doing that? the savannaclaw loser who tried insulting him barely got two words out and you just- oh wow! he just got the "in love" status applied to him again!

nah but fr he is literally fucking grinning as he stares at the poor, poor fool laying on the ground and is so fucking smug about it too!

"that was an ez no scope, didn't even have to be 360 lol'

"idia ily but what"

"it's a roundabout way of saying this bozo stood no chance, you pulled up on him too quick lmao"

at first, he is a bit concerned that you might end up in trouble with someone for doing all this but . . . yk, his money speaks for itself and if something does ever happen covering up wouldn't be too hard so he lets you do as you please

this hades-rapunzel secret love child thinks its low-key hot too, but he'll never admit it and he literally turns bright fucking pink anytime he even thinks this. you tried prying the answer out before, but he pulled out his secret trump card - fainting on you so he wouldn't have to say a thing

idia is another mf to absolutely egg you on as you cause some more chaos, it's getting to the point ortho had to warn you of nearly breaking someone's arm before you stopped. idia was just standing there, the most villainous, evil grin to have ever graced his face; "no, no! let them cook!"

♡ RIDDLE

riddle. fucking. FAINTS!

he was NOT ready for that strawberry tart to end up lodged down someone's throat as you victoriously shrugged your shoulders with a "what? they had it coming."

"oh great heavens what have you- where is the decorum? what could have possibly compelled you to-" aaaaaaaand man's down!

when he awakes, he's frantically shaking your shoulders and asking why you would even think that nearly suffocating someone (not really, you pushed the tart far enough they could swallow) was appropriate

but let me tell you, when he hears it was because they've insulted him and brought his mother into it, he low-key feels light headed and oh wow his cheeks are getting pretty warm huh?

riddle, in his own spiteful way, actually doesn't probe you on this any longer and makes you promise that you won't do this in his vicinity again

you of course, nod along. you won't do it in his vicinity, but will be perfectly fine exacting your revenge straight after he's out of sight

when you actually end up having a . . . a chair duel. yes, he read that right. (he wasn't about to even question how that came about but nontheless) he ends up both impressed at you exploiting a loophole you've found within his statement and at the fact the person you've just beaten (both literally and figuratively) is miserably sitting on the floor apologising for giving riddle the wrong look at 12:34 AM on the 3rd of march. very specific

riddle doesn't even chastise you for this one, he is exasperated but does actually pull you away from the scene and thanks you for defending him. this time, he makes you promise to resolve your fights for him verbally, but he won't be stopping you from this point on (it's because he doesn't want to and enjoys you standing up for him)

♡ MALLEUS

the student walking away from malleus makes him feel a bit bad. so naturally, to remedy this, you end up shouting at them! now they're backing away from you instead, isn't this the meaning of true love? (no)

this silly little very capable of looking after himself fae is fucking over the moon! absolutely smitten! completely in love! when you come to defend him and angrily shout at people for not treating him like a being worthy of respect and love.

he low-key debates proposing to you on the spot after you also somehow manage to get a student to apologize to him for fearing him for no good reason! he appreciates the sentiment and you caring for his well being, isn't that basically marriage already? no? he'd like to digress immediately

malleus does get a bit concerned when things get physical, not that he doesn't trust you to take care of yourself or anything but he worries that you might end up hurt. oh, did you think he'd care for the person you're fighting? or you getting in trouble? nah, he could literally BBQ anyone who even dared harm you anyway and if crowley even thought to step in, he'd soon be reconsidering because he doesn't want to end up an elaborate crow dish

however, on the occasion that you do outsmart your opponent (aka the savannaclaw student who just rolled his eyes at the dragon fae) he feels hella proud and is very amused at your antics. i mean, the way you just psychologically destroyed the fool in front of you for their comment on malleus not even being that good at magift is very sure to leave them questioning why they even bothered coming out the womb for the rest of their life.

he is another one that finds it low-key 😳😳😳 like damn, did you always look this badass when flipping someone off for even breathing wrong near him? sane thoughts just weren't made for malleus

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst crack #twst #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #ruggie bucchi #riddle rosehearts #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst ruggie #twst riddle #twst idia

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bokettochild · 11 months

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Memorial

Hey everyone! Happy Memorial Day! (what's left of it)

As many of you may know, Memorial Day is a day to remember our fallen soldiers and those who served, and, well, I just couldn't resist making a little something for it.

Not all soldiers see this day with pride. Not all heroes and veterans make it to a time they can enjoy the celebrations of their victory, and some never enjoy the celebration.

As the daughter of a soldier, I've seen some things; hiding indoors at the sound/sight of fireworks, not handling loud noise well, being worried easily for those they care about, There's a lot our armed forces suffer, so please be sure to give them your respect, regardless of the day, and support them in any way you can, even if it's just by setting off your fireworks away from where they live so the sounds don't trigger them.

So! Without further ago!

The fic!

It's cold.

Warriors shivers as a breeze whispers past but he doesn't move from where he sits.

He can't.

Rather, he won't. His soul screams to stay still and though its sound is nearly lost amidst every other scream that floods his ears, he still hears it well enough to know to stay.

It's not like they'll let him leave anyway.

His brothers hadn't known, when they came across the ruins and open field, that this has been a place of battle. Twilight, suggesting that they make camp here, couldn't feel the latent energy of not yet departed souls. None of them could.

He’d tested, asked in his own roundabout way to try and divulge the truth from the others; could they see spirits? Not just gibdoes and wraiths and the like; all heroes could see those to an extent, it came with the job. Spirits though? The souls of the dead but not departed? It would seem he and he alone had been cursed with such sight.

And what a curse. Even now it howls in his ears. Cool, cold, freezing fingers brush and snatch at him, unable to truly grasp, too dead and too weak to cause physical pain, but they hardly need to do so when their presence is enough to make his soul howl in agony.

They don't know.

His brothers sleep on. Sky and Hyrule and Four are all on one side of camp not yet close enough to be considered cuddling but certainly nearing that point should one or another shift in their sleep, and they all will. Wind usually sleeps at the captain's back but tonight has dozed off in the veteran's shoulder and now lies close to the elder hero, who, while not asleep, doesn't seem to be quite awake either. As for their wolf trio, Twilight and Wild are curled up in each other as usual, and Time…

Time is watching him.

Reasonably speaking, he should be watching in disapproval. It's been hours and the captain hasn't lain down to go to sleep at all. His watch shift ended hours ago, Time taking over just when he was certain that he'd actually go mad from sitting alone in what others would perceive as silence but which for the captain was as good as his own personal hell.

His soldiers. His men. His own dear friends and brothers in arms. Dead.

Their souls gnash at his own, and while his body may not be touched by hands untouchable, his soul is, and while no damage can be done in their weak state, that does nothing for the screaming and the pain of his heart as he watches them. And he can't not watch them.

He owes it to them, in a way. His blade had taken their lives, his own two hands snapped the chords of their fate and extinguished their flames to leave them nothing but husks of what they once were, still too full of fury to pass on past the veil and find solace in whatever might lay in the beyond. He is the cause of their suffering, and despite how others may claim that it was Ganon, or Cia, or some other power that drive fate to be how it was and took the choice- took so many choices from so many people- it does not change the fact that it was he, and he alone, who ended so many of the lives that still linger here.

So, he owes it to them to let them air their hate, just as he owes it to their families to let them simmer in theirs. He took. He killed, and be it for the right cause or not, death is death and a killing is a killing, and soldier though he may be, he hates to stare at his hands and see the blood of these innocent victims dripping from his fingers.

That, and the screaming, keeps him from sleep and under Time's stare, but the judgment of the elder is nothing to be compared with the fury and agony of restless souls, even with the uncanny magic that wafts off the man.

Death is stronger tonight.

The captain shifts in his seat. He's chosen the remains of an old wall as his perch, to watch from up high and not in the midst of the spirits is the one kindness he grants himself. The wind bites at him, tearing at his hair and scarf as it tries to pierce the wool of his clothes and iron of his mail. It's late, they're safe here and he has no reason to still be dressed for war, but it feels wrong to be anything but as he watches his soldiers wander below.

One surges up to him, weightless now in death, eyes empty and cold, just as they had been as his blade had been pulled a third time from their chest and they had finally fallen. Hands grasp and screams, wordless and sharp, rip from non-existent lungs. Such vestments of humanity were stripped by buzzards, and all that lies in remains is the skeleton that lies against the wall at his feet.

He tries not to look at it.

The man's name was once Conlee, he was a blacksmith's son with a sweetheart back in Ordon Town and plans to start a farm there, living the quiet life. He was one of the first to become corrupted and thus be killed. His infant son is only five months old.

The captain winces, not because of the screams or the chill of a spirit's touch, but at the thought of Magda, Conlee's sweetheart, standing there with her newborn and receiving the news. He'd delivered word to them himself and it killed part of him. Artemis forbade him from doing it again after that, but that didn't stop him from seeing the fallout when others took the task.

Conlee eventually ceases his assault, returning to wandering the field beside his fellow slain soldiers, and Warriors' eyes follow them. That it, they do until a thunderous explosion has him and every spirit jumping to attention. His hand flies to his blade in an instant but when he turns to face the noise, all that can be seen are shimmering blue and crimson sparks dancing across the sky.

Another such explosion of color lasts across the sky, ripping at ears and making those sleeping stir, even as the captain shudders.

Time watches the fireworks placidly, gaze straying to Warriors now and again.

The captain doesn't notice. His eyes are fixed on dancing sparks, even as he forces himself back down to seated.

They're celebrating, over in Castle Town. Why, he can't fathom. Today was a day of victory, a year ago in the war, but not one worth anything. Too many men dead. Too many lives lost. Too much needless death on both sides had made their victory a pyrrhic one. He can't imagine celebrating this or any other battle save those which ended in Cia and Hanon's defeat. Certainly nothing warrants the sparks and screams in the air as flame and smoke lick across the sky from the city ahead.

He doesn't like them.

They're loud. The sound… it startles and shakes him like not even the screams of the dead do. It's like canon fire all over again. Lead raining down from the battlements, crushing foe beneath as allies and friends steered clear lest they be struck. The walls are crumbling and the troops roar beneath, too locked battle and too deafened by the blasts they hear the shifting of stones. The weight of the cannons is pushing, the wall is giving way, the enemy is darting close and Mask is atop the wall, shouting, screaming, voice unheard but face white and afraid and- the stones give way and the child stumbles and….!

Warmth, soft and sweet, floods over him.

The captain blinks his eyes and looks over the long-ruined battlefield. The moldering stone walls and barely standing remains of the keep are still there. The cannons are long buried under the rubble. Mask- no, Time sits by the arch of the gate, staring out at the burst of stars rippling up from where Castle Town lies.

All is well, all is at peace, and when he turns back, he finds Legend perched on the wall beside him, tired eyes fixed on him and waiting, soft golden magic seeping from him to brush against the captain's own, soothing and sweet like warm cider "Vet?" He's a bit startled to see the other up, and his gaze immediately darts down to where Wind has been left.

The sailor now has his face pressed between Twilight's shoulders, snoring softly and soundly.

When he turns back, violet eyes are studying him quietly, golden light brushing gently over in a near unseeable whisp where unfelt hands had grasped and struck. He's being examined. Legend's not nearly as good at it as Hyrule, but he's a quick learner and the younger man seems to have a handle on this most simple of medical magics.

Warriors lets it be, sitting still and letting his eyes wander back to the roaming spirits below. When warmth brushes against his side, silent but pointed, he breathes.

Legend doesn't say anything.

Warriors isn't sure he can either in this moment.

Instead, he shifts, lifting an arm and end of his scarf and curling both around the smaller form of his brother as Legend settles beside him.

Somehow the action feels different than when Wind would do it. More akin to Mask actually. The vet is similar in many ways, and paramount in those is his refusal to seek out contact save in order to offer comfort to others. Warriors takes it though. The warmth and weight against his side on the old and ruined wall helps to ground him, and when the next burst goes up, he's able to breathe the slightest bit easier. By habit borne of Mask and Wind, his hand lifts to mused strawberry hair, running through slowly so that his breaths match every lift and fall of his hand.

The vet shifts, but he doesn't complain, so the battle-worn hands remain as gnarled and boney ones pull the scarf a bit closer.

Legend doesn't say anything to him, doesn't even glance up at him. For all intents and purposes, the veteran has settled here to provide comfort of the physical sort, but even so, the steady presence and newfound ability to breathe again have the words tumbling out.

"I don't like fireworks."

There is silence beside him, the only sign of life the slight tilt inward of the vet's head, closer against his chest.

"They sound like canons." He whispers, cautious of those sleeping below and behind them. "It… I don't like it."

Silence greets his words.

Not cold silence, no, there is something heavy about it. Heavy and still, but while not quite expectant, it feels open. It's an odd thing to try and describe, even to himself, but there is no other way. It's an openness he feels the distinctive need to fill, so his words and thoughts tumble out, tired, worn and pained like he rarely allows himself be.

"It's bad enough camping here, but the canons- fireworks… The battle here ended horribly, the walls collapsed and all the canons crushed those below. Most of them were our men."

Men who'd not died quickly.

Men whose bodies were half buried, the other half left writhing and most times screaming for help.

It makes him shiver again, but the body beside his own remains still. A part of him knows Legend's listening, but the other half, still shattered and shaken, has his hand dropping to the crook of the other man's neck all the same, seeking a pulse and holding when he finds it.

Legend doesn't shake him off, only shifts some to accommodate.

Warriors takes that as permission to leave his hand where it lies.

He breathes once more, tuning his own to the easy puffs from the other man. " I don't like this place."

Another shift, this time so that star-flecked eyes can fix on him.

He winces. Doesn't tremble, but it's a near thing as he looks into the sea of faces only he can see. "They all died," it's more whisper than word, his eyes tracking the countless eyes fixed on himself and now Legend.

Boney fingers gently settle over top his own. They're warm.

"Nothing was in our favor. Our own men were turned against us. The cannons we mounted on the walls were too heavy for the stone to support while firing them so often." He looks to the ground beneath where the most of the scattered armor and bone peek through fallen masonry. "The walls fell. The enemy took over the fort and half our men were either killed or corrupted." A shuddered breath. "I don't know how many lives I took that day." But he'd been drenched in blood, hair and hands stained for days after.

Legend blinks. Gaze like endless twilight skies, unreadable but so much easier to watch than the ones filled with scorn around them. Still, easier though it may be, there's something impossible about looking a brother in the eyes as he speaks his next. "I considered them brothers."

His throat is tight.

"I killed them."

Something heavy settles on his knee, startling him, and when the captain looks it's to see Time standing against the wall. The man leans back against the stone, arms settled over the top by where they sit, but one heavy hand resting on Warriors' leg; a silent comfort.

The single blue eye is pained as it turns to him. Expression familiar as the one he likely wears himself.

Time was there too. Time had almost died with them.

Only Midna's quick thinking had been his saving, a portal opening breath him in midair before he could be buried with the others in the rubble. He'd emerged again in a twin pool of shadow instants later, thoroughly startled and considerably less Hylian, but they'd never worried much on it in the moment. What mattered was that he had been safe, and if Warriors’ first action once the battle was over was to fall to his knees and pull both younger heroes in close, breathing in the scent of life and sweaty little brothers and trying to assure himself that they, at least, had made it out alive.

Midna never even teased him for it. She’d stood watch and settled her hand on his shoulders much like how Legend and Time do now, and sat in silence while he’d mustered his courage to raise his head again and face the destruction he’d helped to cause.

“We started together,” the words rasp, gaze trailing across the field. Five or six spirits watch him, some with hooded eyes and others with visible pain. “We joined the army hoping for better. We promised to look out for each other, watch each other’s backs.”

The hands on his tighten their hold minutely; not constricting, but ever present and holding tight enough it feels as though they think it will ground him back to reality. He hopes- or rather… does he want it to work?

“We stuck together through basic. Helped each other with our forms. I think one of my mates even bribed the commanding officer to get us all deployed to the same garrison.” They had. They’d all scraped together funds as a group and the oldest one of them had gone to present the ‘offering’ to their commander. “I saw them as brothers,” he repeats again,” we roamed the streets together as tykes, the roads as young men, and when the war came, we thought we’d stay together then too.”

He has to muster a breath as one of them turns their back.

Legend’s thumb grazed the back of his hand gently, moving back in forth in a subtle but assuring motion.

“And then I became the hero.”

The cursed hero. The title’s done nothing but bring trouble to himself and Hyrule both since he’d discovered the truth, and there’s been many a day he’d wished that he’d just stayed home and spent the rest of his life as a tailor like his father. No Triforce would have shown itself then. No hero would have been forged and no war would have been started for his soul. Life would be so much better, on so many counts, if he never had become a soldier.

“I wish I’d stayed home. I wish- gods, there’s so many things I wish. I wish I hadn’t joined. I wish I hadn’t left my post that first day we were attacked. I wish I’d had the good sense to follow the advice of my men and watch my damned ego! If I’d just kept myself in check, been content!” Both hands lift to drag through too-long hair.

He needs to cut it. It’s not uniform.

He hates the thought nearly as much as he hates the uniform that goes with it.

“My brothers fought for honor,” he whispers to the sky, “I was just fighting for the money.”

“A man fights for what he doesn’t have.”

Legend’s words make him start. First at the sound, the other two have been silent thus far and he’d expected- he’s not sure what he expected. Legend smirking up at him, violet skies flashing softly with something playful, makes him ease, drop his hands again and take the one that offers itself to him. If his first action is to seek the pulse point, neither Time nor Legend says anything of it.

“Still, if I’d stayed home. We’d never be here.” Another scream, unheard by the others, rips through the air. “I’d never have killed them.”

“Wars-”

“I know I had to.” it’s out of his mouth in a moment. “I know there wasn’t a choice. They were corrupted, they were traitors. There wasn’t anything else I could do, and by doing what I did I brought us one fraction of a step closer to defeating Ganon. I know what I did had to be done. I know I had to do it, but…” his grip tightens, “that doesn't change the fact that I had to kill; that I killed my own men. A death is a death, no matter who causes it, and no matter what anyone says about the war not being my fault, I was the one who made the decision to end the lives that I did. Regardless of the fact that there were no options, I still am the one who did it.”

Heavy hands and boney ones grip a bit tighter, one blue and two violet eyes staring up at him even as his own turn to the field, a sort of bitter emptiness lingering in him at finally speaking the words.

He’s heard every assurance, he thinks every excuse has been uttered on his behalf, but while he knows, in a way, that the deaths weren’t something he could change, the fact that they came by his hands sits uneasy in his mind.

So much death. So much caused by himself. So little gained. So much lost. He can’t help but wonder sometimes if it was even worth it in the end.

Other times though, he looks at Hyrule, growing again, thriving, he sees his little brothers grown or growing. He sees a glimmer of a future in the champion, a promise that there is something worth fighting for. There’s people, endless souls and homes and lands to protect. There’s still a reason.

That doesn’t make what he had to do easier to bear though.

What he appreciates though is that neither brother attempts to assure him on that point. In fact, Time’s head nods just the slightest, eyes glinting with pain as they turn to what, to him, is an empty field scattered with bones. Beside him, Legend’s gaze falls, and though he can’t see, he can sense the burden that settles over the other’s soul.

They get it. They don’t say as much and make no attempt to share anecdotes about their own sufferings. There are no words spoken at all for a moment, the only motioning being Time’s restless feet shifting and Legend’s hands working over the joints and bone of his own, shifting in a silent study as his mind focused on some other place, thing or occurrence.

It’s silent for a moment.

Well, very nearly.

Shards of light still explode across the heavens and the spirits still come and go below, but there is no more action from them as many linger by their forlorn corpses or others by hastily dug mass graves. He’s not sure if they can see each other or not, but it would seem they can sense his brothers; between Time’s twisted, sickening magical aura and Legend’s holy one, nothing strays close anymore, and he’s left in some sick semblance of peace as he’s forced to watch them regardless, even with his brother’s close by.

“Tell us about them?” Legend’s voice is softer than most days. It’s neither sleep nor pain, but something almost dreamy in his tone, something distant.

Right now, he hasn’t the energy to wonder why, but he notes to himself to ask later, when he has enough in him to care. For now, he’ll be selfish.

“Why?”

“Because they deserve to be remembered,” endless violet latch onto his face, “they shouldn’t go forgotten.”

“What did they like to do?” Time chimes in, “what did you do in your free time? What were their families like?”

And it hurts to even think about it. An ache settles deep within at the mere thought, but still, when his eyes fall on Gassun’s face amidst the forest of the fallen, he can’t help what slips from his lips. “My best friend was our next-door neighbor. He used to tease me about becoming my sister’s sweetheart. They wanted a fall wedding.”

#lu warriors #memorial day #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu time #warriors has ptsd #and a host of other issues #time and legend are veterans too #a fic for our veteran boys #may they find peace #linked universe fanfic

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zodiactalks · 12 days

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Top 4 PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE Zodiac Signs

Everyone has their own way of expressing their frustration. There are far too many who are roundabout in their displeasure.

There is nothing worse than being on the receiving end of passive-aggressive behavior. It leaves the person confused and hurt.

Ironically, passive-aggression comes from a desire not to hurt the person with whom they are upset. The fear of an aggressive, angry confrontation is less appealing than making snide remarks.

Let’s take a look at the top four passive-aggressive zodiac signs.

#1. Cancer

Cancer is the first most passive-aggressive zodiac sign.

Despite how blunt Cancer can be, they prefer to be as passive-aggressive as humanly possible until the other person snaps. It can turn into a game of who will break first. And Cancer never loses.

Cancer’s target will just feel the anger radiating off of them. Negative energy can cling to Cancer like an unrelenting cloud. Anyone around when they are in this mood will take notice.

Whenever asked what’s wrong, Cancer will smile, and say, “Nothing!”

No one believes it for a second.

Cancer knows that if they outlast the other person and rile them by being passive-aggressive, it will make the other person look bad when they snap.

Despite how wonderful a happy, healthy Cancer can be, the opposite is a dangerous foe. They know how to manipulate situations to make others look mean.

Be careful if you become the target of Cancer’s anger. Best to suck up to them instead of trying to dig up the real problem. Or they may bury you in that hole.

#2. Pisces

Pisces is the second most passive-aggressive of the zodiac signs.

Pisces is stereotyped as being dreamy, flighty, and innocent. Naturally, it makes them masters at being passive-aggressive.

Pisces don’t enjoy confrontation. They like to believe everyone has the same moral compass as them and therefore knows when they’ve hurt someone.

Pisces is sorely mistaken and quickly becomes bitter when someone proves their preconception wrong.

They aren’t likely to be obviously hostile yet deny it like Cancer and Libra. That is what makes Pisces scarier than the others in a way. They are passive-aggressive in a way that has their target questioning their sanity.

Pisces passive-aggression is so hard to spot it can take days or months to recognize. They may even have put in motion a long-haul revenge plan.

Pisces is sneaky, and it’s nearly impossible to oust their passive-aggressive behaviors.

#3. Libra

Libra is the third most passive-aggressive zodiac sign.

Libra is the zodiac sign of balance and harmony. Symbolized by the scales, Libra’s nature is to avoid rocking the boat. When Libra is exposed to a person or situation that upsets them, they try to brush it off.

If the issue persists, Libra will resort to gentle suggestions at first. If it continues past that, the passive-aggression makes its appearance.

Libra will become sarcastic and maybe even a little cold to the person causing problems. Even comments that aren’t laced with sarcasm carry a vibe of double meaning. If the person is deserving of Libra’s ire, they would do well to apologize.

If the person doesn’t feel guilty or is unaware, they stepped on Libra’s toes, it can cause them to become confused.

Libra isn’t without mercy, though. If the person asks what it was they did wrong, Libra will finally tell them. If they are ready to.

#4. Virgo

Virgo is the fourth most passive-aggressive of the zodiac signs.

Virgo dislikes conflict and can be bad at expressing their hurt emotions to others. So, they opt to be as passive-aggressive as possible.

Virgo will be extremely sarcastic and give everything they say to the person a double meaning. Even when they are talking to others in that person's earshot.

Virgo uses the technique used on children. Talk to someone else as if that person isn’t there to get them to listen. No one likes being talked about, especially right in front of them.

It depends on Virgo’s level of irritation. They can be petty passive-aggressive or boarder on cruel passive-aggressiveness. If Virgo reaches the higher levels thats when it becomes obvious to everyone around them that something is wrong.

When confronted with the dreaded question of “what’s wrong?” they will deny it. Virgo will say they are just having a bad day. It’s their favorite cover-up excuse.

This routine can become wearing to Virgo after a while. Though don’t get it wrong, Virgo is capable of holding a grudge for a long amount of time.

By the time Virgo gets tired of their passive-aggressive routine toward another person, they’ve probably forgotten why they are acting that way.

Virgo will either have come clean early or carried on for so long they forget why they are mad.

#Zodiac Signs #ZodiacFact #Zodiac #astrology #Aries #Aquarius #Cancer #Capricorn #leo #libra #scorpio #taurus #Pisces #Sagittarius #Gemini #virgo

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nateofgreat · 7 months

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Darth Traya: The Villain Sue

Now to be fair the concept of Darth Traya might've worked fine... If the writers of KOTOR 2 didn't think she had a point and made her the root cause of pretty much everything.

Also I'm going off what's presented in KOTOR 2 not the books or comics surrounding it.

No really, think about all the events of the game, the writers would have you believe that Taya was responsible in a roundabout way for all the games most important characters.

-Why does Revan lead the Jedi into war? Well wouldn't you know it, it was because Kreia was his old master and taught him everything he knows.

-Darth Nihilus and Scion? Both Kreia's apprentices. She's so awesome she trains two immortal Sith Lords in her sleep.

-The Exile's survival and subsequent achievements? Kreia rescued and trained her.

She's so awesome she's responsible for both protagonists and two major antagonists in the games! She's so awesome she kills the Jedi Council with a single sweep of her hand and talks Atris into being evil over the course of a single conversation! She's so awesome she's strong enough to kill the Force itself!

See what I mean? The writers were obsessed with making her the cause for all the major events in the Old Republic. But that's not all!

Kreia's idiotic idea is that the Force perpetuates a cycle of violence because the Jedi and Sith go to war with each other. Nevermind that war would still happen without the Force, or that what the games calls an infinite cycle is really just repeated stories, similar to people making fun of how everyone breaks out of Arkham Asylum in Batman.

Let's focus on the thing she's apparently missing: If you kill the Force, everyone dies.

"B-but allowing the c-cycle to perpetuate would be worse than-"

No no, listen: Everyone, would die.

"B-but I mean at least e-everyone would be free to-"

Who cares? Everyone would be dead. Furthermore death in Star Wars is described as becoming one with the Force so I don't think galactic annihilation would have the effect she thinks it would.

You see the Force is actually present in all life in Star Wars. The game thought it was making a clever point by suggesting that Jedi aren't so great without the Force when uh... No one is, because without it they're dead. You can dull their sensitivity but you can't remove the Force from in them because if you do they'd die.

KOTOR 2 exists in its own little continuity where Darth Traya the Villain Sue knows all and is responsible for all things, and also where the Force is a malevolent power perpetuating cycles of violence when it's nothing of the sort anywhere else.

#Star Wars #anti Kreia #anti Darth Traya #anti KOTOR #KOTOR critical #the Force

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werewolf-girl-knot · 9 months

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SO. About W5...

I ended up "legally acquiring" a digital copy of the core book and just finished my first read through of it. Some thoughts.

First of all, let me say my major gripes about it re: indigenous and disability erasure remain present, and do end up being a deal breaker for me regarding Paradox and giving them any money.

Still, there's some interesting stuff in here. I am personally a V5 enjoyer. I dislike 'gothic superhero' type chronicles, cumbersome lore and mechanical bloat. I do like Personal horror, power that comes with serious costs, character-focused storytelling, urban fantasy that feels contemporary and grounded, and brave, direct political themes. so V5 ended up being a general improvement for me over V20, give or take some small things. These are the biasas I'm carrying into my thoughts on W5.

The good: Rage Dice make a return from V5's hunger dice, and with improvements! Hunger dice were controversial in V5, but personally I found them to be a fantastic way to keep the Beast as a present threat in your chronicle. Finally, a reason for being a vampire to actually feel like a curse! And Rage dice in W5 I like even more. I enjoy how they turn failure into success when you're trying to accomplish something violent, but otherwise can cause critical problems with your approach when you're *not* trying to be violent. It really encourages you to get into character and play your character more impatient and aggressive when your rage is higher. Finally, Rage that actually feels like a double-edged sword! The things Rage does is also an improvement for me. I dislike extra actions in TTRPGs, ironically I find that they just slow things down with too much dice rolling. Making Rage something you spend to regenerate faster is a much better idea.

The forms are more distinct and interesting now as well. This is one of the things W5 takes from Forsaken than it very good. Finally, a reason to use Hispo and Glabro! Crinos feels extra powerful, *and* risky, with its rule that it will enter a frenzy if you don't kill something that round making it much more threatening and dangerous, which is precisely how it's always been described in the lore, but never really represented in the game very well until now. Claws are high damage but only deal mundane types of damage and Bite is lower damage but Agg. Also good from a design standpoint, makes the rule about not eating human flesh finally matter.

Harano and Hauglosk. Harano finally becomes a present threat for Garou. Something they need to fight against, and help their pack against. It seems to operate a bit like a humanity stat, only that your sweet spot is in the middle. Too far in the other direction, and your character starts to flirt with fanaticism. This is just fantastic for making Werewolf have an actual morality system, a balance in their faith/convictions based on actions taken in the chronicle. Much more interesting than Gnosis as being an essentially meaningless resource. I have seen some braindead takes about this being a way for STs to punish players?? Don't play with STs who try to punish you and force you to do what they would do. Simple as.

The bad: new takes on the tribes. Generally I like how the book explains lore concepts, but the new tribes are so sanitized with any possible ounce of controversy taken out of them, that the political themes most of them were built to explore are totally absent, or significantly muted. In a vaccum I would think making the Get of Fenris fall would be a very interesting way to drive forward the plot, but the execution here makes them feel a little cartoonist. Very roundabout in saying that they've become werewolf eco-facists, a better way to do this be making a Hauglosk-ed version of each tribe to represent the corruption of each tribe's ideology. The cult of Fenris work as a general condemnation of the worst side of Garou in general, but having the bad guys camps in W20 just worked better for this, and had lots of room for improvement. As with all the other tribes, the Get of Fenris feels flattened and removed from its cultural context.

The Ugly: Paradox being horrible and racist. If you haven't read about this already, then... Idk how you found this post really. But this post covers it more thoroughly than I could.

The book attempts to address this with a note I put in the bottom, listing some facts about the issues experienced by indigenous groups, while making a half hearted attempt to connect it to the Garou. In the face of this erasure from their actual game though, it feels like a platitude.

As for the removal of crinos-born Garou, it's another flattening of a complicated part of the game's politics. It might have been nice to see Garou culture advance a bit, but removing them entirely removes the representation they embodied. Most of the direct representation in this game has been removed, but I think the the indigenous and disability represent the most egregious loss, especially in a game about those who are most actively being sacrificed in the name of capitalism. Which isn't some fandom interpretation, it is literally stated in the book.

This all leaves me very sour on the game's fiction, which for a storytelling game like Werewolf the Apocalypse, is important. Which is a shame, because I see a lot of good steps forward in the mechanics, making a game that's more fiction-first, without all the terrible attempts at capturing D&D's wargame combat. But frankly, it's hard to want a game who's treated it's writers so poorly to do well, even if I do think the current writers did very well with the constraints they were given. It's hard to recommend that anyone pay money for this.

#werewolf the apocalypse #world of darkness #werewolf: the apocalypse #werewolf #wta #vampire the masquerade #vampire: the masquerade

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So. The First Omen. I only know about the other Omens from, y'know, osmosis, but weirdly enough, this is in continuity with those three movies from the seventies, complete with a Gregory Peck reference. It's a generally well-made movie, but odd as a prequel, with a downright bizarre sequel hook. And as you might expect, it doesn't much engage with its own religious horror nature, preferring to comment on bodily autonomy and feminism, however subtly. At one point, the heroine says "They tell us we're bad, but only because they say we're bad" or words to that effect. And you have to wonder what a devout Catholic and aspiring nun in the seventies is doing with that much pop psychology.

Personally, if I didn't believe in original sin, I probably wouldn't endeavor to become a nun, but that's just me.

Anyway, there's some interesting stuff going on, but it's all spoilery, so I'll put it behind the cut.

Okay, I haven't watched the original trilogy, so maybe this is something there's precedent for, but I was under the impression that the cultists who were supporting and enabling the Anti-Christ were... you know... run-of-the-mill Satanists. The First Omen retcons that to them actually being rogue Catholics who are creating the Anti-Christ in order to get more people to go to church.

(You'd think a bunch of priests would know that the Anti-Christ showing up is basically game over for planet Earth, not "he causes trouble for a while and gets defeated and everyone now knows the Devil is real, back to watching Dynasty everyone!.")

This plot twist makes Satan seem pretty wimpy, since he isn't even able to get his own followers to bring about the End Times, he has to hitch his wagon to naughty Catholics. Which is actually probably the most Biblical thing in this movie, that Satan doesn't have any actual strength, he can only take advantage of misguided Christians. But still, it makes it so the Apocalypse is basically the result of a bureaucratic blunder, which is a bit deflating, purely thematically speaking.

And it seems to me these villains, whoever they are, have three competing motivations.

Father Brennan, who is the movie's big conspiracy exposition guy, says that they're just ambitious assholes, essentially cynical and secular, who are afraid of losing power as atheism takes hold and want to drive people back to the Church to secure their own privileges. This doesn't make much sense to me. Like you have one evil nun who commits suicide, another who volunteers to be raped by a demon... Bill Nighty is getting on in years, does he really think he's going to be around long enough to benefit from this Anti-Christ creation and backlash plot? If these people are just in it for material gain, what are they actually getting out of this?

Also, if you ask me, it seems like they would save themselves a bunch of time and energy by just declaring for Satan in the first place instead of this roundabout "serving God by serving Satan" plot. I mean, if you're just in it for power, why prevaricate?

The villains themselves act like religious zealots: lots of talk about sacrifice and the greater good. They seem to sincerely be trying to drive people back to the Church in order to save their souls, even if they're doing it in a retarded horror movie way.

And then there's the Satanists, because there have to be legitimate hail Satan types in there somewhere, right? All the bad guys in the original movies couldn't have been devoted Catholics just trying to up church attendance, right? So did the Satanists infiltrate this plot and take it over? Were they just sitting back and letting the Catholics do the hard work and then they stepped in to legitimately take over the world? Is there a mismatched buddy comedy in there where one straitlaced Catholic has to team up with a crazy rock and roll Satanist to raise the Anti-Christ?

Wait, that's just Good Omens, never mind.

Next to lastly, I know the original trilogy ended with a movie called The Final Conflict where Christ Our Savior returned to soundly defeat Damian and usher in paradise on Earth. That would seem to close out the franchise, to me, but First ends with the reveal that there are multiple failed Anti-Christs out there who are vaguely good-aligned and just living off the grid.

So I'm trying to imagine what that sequel would look. Damian's mom and aunt and sister all going through some horror movie shit and we'll try to pretend there are some stakes even though in a couple decades, the world will end and everyone who isn't condemned to Hell gets to live in God's Glory for all eternity.

I guess people enjoyed Rogue One enough, but I'm trying to imagine what could be going on in the background of the Anti-Christ's rise to power and the Second Coming of Christ that people really need to know about.

Lastly, if you're the evil Catholic Church and you just want to get people to go to church... maybe just show them the jackal demon you've got in the basement instead of having it fuck a bunch of women. That seems simpler, right?

#the omen #the first omen

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mirror-to-the-past · 1 year

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hihi its been a bit! i saw a cool post online talking about a mirror dimension and thought of you and your writing skills…

ive been trying to make an omori au comic since forever ago, but i just can’t seem to be able to tell the story right. i know comics and fics are very different, but i still wanted to ask: how do you go about forming the plot lines for your stories?

thank you ☺️

(Oh boy, now you've got me curious about the mirror dimension post... 👀)

Hi, Phrogs! Hope you've been doing well.

Breaking down my creative process... is a little difficult, because so much of whatever I do is based on feeling, but I'll try my best to convey my trains of thought (Can't guarantee they'll be novel/helpful, though).

At the end of the day, I am character focused at the core- this means plot developments are not written in a way where characters are meant to walk along at certain planned path, but rather that path is shaped according to the characters. At the beginning of everything I write, I pretty much do a case study of each character's psychology, but I guess in a hero's journey kind of way:

What do they want?

What do they fear?

What would cause them to change, and how would that affect them?

^^Those three questions are ones from the top of my head that I ask myself first and foremost. Then, I make sure the story gives them precise encounters with each of those items so that the character's balance between flexibility and stagnation can consistently be tested. Trying to write a plot ahead of the character is difficult for me, because I find that so many things where I might've been like "oh, that would be cool to have happen" end up not matching with how a character might have developed when that plot point would emerge. Additionally, thinking like this sort of gives characters greater life and autonomy, to me. You can kind of tell when a character is being thrown around to the whims of the plot- so it's nice to have them engaged and invested in whatever way possible.

Sorry for the elongated non-answer, but the best way I can summarize my thoughts is character development = plot. Pretend like you, the writer, are some sort of guardian meant to test your sweet little characters, then test them again, then push them to their limits, then find new limits that correspond with them overcoming whatever their trials were (or perhaps failing them, we love character regression too, that's still development).

You can fit that into whatever neat setting you've got planned, but it's important to me in my process to always have the major elements of the plot somehow be tied into something personal to the elements of the characters throughout the duration of the story- even if I have to reach a bit sometimes. If the overarching themes of the plot separate from the characters' own journey, then it sort of falls apart in its impact for me- so I always try to have the external plot line up with the characters' internal world and necessities of development.

I finally figured out a TL;DR right when I finished rambling out that last sentence:

My process for developing plot is that of a Saturday morning cartoon with 20~ min. run time. The characters need to learn a lesson? Well, give them a magical/roundabout alternate medium that acts as a vehicle, or perhaps even a parallel, of their experiences! By the end of their journey, that medium ties into their own struggles, as well as acting as an outside conflict.

#I hope the answer was at least somewhat helpful- thanks for the ask!#And I'm now excited about the comic- feel free to share whatever you put out #this was very stream of consciousness... you really got me thinking #stuff people ask me

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How would different eras of terry react to beloved having post-partum depression? So attached yet distant from their new born because the out of wack hormones and chemicals in their body cause them to behave that way.

― It is the 70's and Twig and society as a whole might not have an appropriate term for post-partum depression or fully understand just what it is, but all Twig knows is beloved is sad and tired and properly exhausted and he is sad, tired and properly exhausted along with them, or rather, for them, feeling every bit of their pain acutely, even though he is rightfully scared, anxious and not sure what to do. Is this his doing? Did he make beloved feel this way? He is a first time father, he is insecure and tremendously frightened of making a mistake and something being his fault again. Him failing somehow. Turns out, he is damn good at this and overflowing with love and concern, and he somehow manages to take care of beloved recovering, coo and raise their newborn all while refusing to hire a team of nannies he could very well afford and also juggle his newly budding business too, and all very happily at that, hands on young father that he is. Might even accidentally become something of a novelty icon of a new age business mogul (and a model on how this aesthetic should look like as an example to all other striving yuppies), landing in a couple of newspaper articles detailing him tending to his partner, raising his kid and running Dynatox in its infancy. Considering who he will become later and that he is effectively running a very questionable conglomerate in the making, this media sentiment behind 'A Corporate Father for a New Decade; The Art of High Level Multitasking' in the '78 issue of Forbes is actually very sweet and so is he.

― Terry Silver in the 80's is now an established man and he has the power, nay, the authority to take indefinite time off without question to spend with his ailing beloved and their baby. He is a CEO of an international company and if he wants to give himself six months off to deal with this issue, hey, who's to say he cannot? He can do and achieve whatever he likes. He makes and weaves the rule of business. And he does just that. Beloved isn't doing well after giving birth, but Terry just about hires every doctor, specialist, nurse and helper under the sun to try and aid beloved while he takes care of his newborn, possessively so. Could he also hire a nanny or ten in these trying times? Sure, but he also doesn't want anyone touching or handling what is his. His workaholic, manic, absolutely frenzied tendencies kick in, of course, where he somehow power-juggles taking international calls from Hong Kong, working from his mansion, letting the baby suck his finger while he seethes at a Dynatox agent from his private home study for a late delivery and coming back to bed to beloved with their bundle, trying to cheer them up. Snake and Dennis might be out on emergency three o'clock in the morning baby provisional runs because Terry just about ordered them to. It is a structured mess, but somehow, it works and things come under control (Would Terry ever allow things not to be under control?) and the first time beloved smiles again out of the bed he relegated them to, Terry knows that he's done a perfect job just like he knew he would.

― Old man Terry, present day, knows all about depression, chemical imbalances, wack hormones and feeling under the weather in general from personal examples and he, in a roundabout way, sees himself in beloved. Might just fall into a bit of a silent desperation himself. If beloved has post-partum depression, he just has anxiety and depression of the day to day, commonplace kind when hit with this irrational fear that beloved might never recover. That they will stay like this. That this is an end to their happy days. To everything good they had. That this a prelude to disaster. Gloom. Darkness. Intrusive scenarios he can't quite control or push away dominate his mind. The worst type of thoughts overtake him as he cradles his newborn and legacy and beloved's state might trigger his own mental instability because he is simply that afraid at the sight of beloved doing badly. Of course he is ecstatically happy. He never though he'd have an actual family and now he has one of his own choosing, but there is also such a thing as being so happy you're terrified. Terrified of everything. Terrified that your happiness can be stolen and stripped from you. That you can easily lose it. That this is temporary and time is running short. Time is always running short. He isn't young anymore. And he loves beloved and his child so much he might just beg beloved to recover. He'd kill for them to recover. Once they become of a more mellow mood, Terry is...well, he is so relieved it is him who needs recovering now.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #old man terry #terry silver twig #80's terry silver #tw; post partum depression #tw; pregnancy #tw; mental illness #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #dad!terry #terry silver as a parent #silver family #silver children

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ok this would never happen because there's no way endeavor would invite hawks over for dinner even if it was for business purposes, but the idea lives in my head rent-free because i'm obsessed with imagining keigo finding out about dabi=touya on his own and going wacko over it.

endeavor invites keigo over for dinner as a business bonding thing and keigo says "sure whatever, weirder things have happened to me" (like the unexpected and very troubling affection he has recently discovered he feels for dabi). he arrives at the todoroki residence and it's all going well until he excuses himself to go use the restroom and happens to glance into a room as he passes, and he sees the touya shrine opened up in the darkness. he doesn't think much of it initially, but it's nagging at him when he returns to the dining room, so he brings it up.

endeavor, at this point aware of his failings as a father and husband, confesses it to be his eldest child who died young--his quirk was incompatible with his body, and it consumed him in a terrible accident. he tells keigo that he pays his respects every day, mourning his son's preventable death. keigo doesn't care that much, but he says he would like to pay his respects at the shrine himself, a request that endeavor allows.

they walk to the room together and endeavor flips on the lights. keigo gets a clear view of the boy's photograph now. it's bothering him. what is it about this kid that's bothering him, compelling him to even do this? touya todoroki's long-dead eyes are boring into his soul from across the room. keigo kneels before the photograph with his head bowed. when did he approach it? how was he so lost in thought that he doesn't remember crossing the room?

what is there to even think about?

keigo is sure endeavor just finished saying something, probably to him, but it didn't register. he looks up, now at arm's length from the ghost.

the ghost. touya todoroki's young demeanor is impossibly familiar. his cyan eyes are striking, but certainly only due to their resemblance to his father's.

a recent memory overtakes him so intensely that he stops seeing the photograph before him entirely.

he had been hanging with the league of villains in their latest terrible hideout. a couch. dabi had been sleeping there when he arrived, but awoke with a grumble at the commotion himiko caused when she came to fawn over his windswept feathers. with dabi having stalked to his own room, himiko dragged him to the couch. an ungodly amount of makeup made its home on the coffee table in front of them; he sighed internally, realizing that himiko had texted him to come because she wanted to experiment on his face with definitely-stolen makeup.. in the middle of his patrol. great.

from his place on the couch, keigo's left hand now rested roundabout where dabi's head had been. he looked around idly as he waited for himiko to decide what she wanted to do first. a few of dabi's black hairs stood out on the ratty beige couch. being a little bit of a clean freak who was also growing bored, he went to pick them off of the couch and drop them to the floor, but upon doing so he noticed something strange: at the very end of each hair, the black faded to a pure white, consuming such a short amount of each hair that it was almost imperceptible, almost indistinguishable from the follicles.

the possibility of it being the roots of dabi's hair, that his hair was not naturally black, escaped his mind as himiko chose that moment to grab his face and begin her very important work. so what if dabi was going gray at their age? it's not unheard of, especially not for someone in a high-stress occupation such as being one of japan's top ten most wanted villains.

the photograph, the altar, the ghost snaps back into view below him. when did he stand up? he turns on his heels.

endeavor is halfway through the door, now looking back at him strangely.

as if he was not privy to what keigo has just gone through.

as if he has no idea what he has done.

in an upsetting trend of lapses in memory over the last hour, keigo does not remember the fight that ensued when he locked eyes with endeavor. he's got bits and pieces, but not enough to make his hands stop shaking as he flies aimlessly through the city.

he remembers the feeling of a feather slicing through endeavor's arm and the cry of pain it wrought from japan's #1, but he doesn't remember what he had yelled to make his throat so scratchy.

he remembers feeling a sort of rage so blind it bled into helplessness, but he also remembers the feeling of calm that overtook him when he remembered that this wasn't his kill to make.

the city lights blur beneath him, distorted both from the speed of his travel and the tears that surely mark his entire flight path like breadcrumbs.

the supposedly aimless flying ends with a rough landing on his penthouse's balcony. the light is on inside; of course the light is on inside. keigo pulls the sliding glass door open with a renewed vigor. the ghost's eyes pierce through him from their place on his couch. dabi tells him he looks like shit. even as shitty as he feels, he can hear the genuine concern in that tone.

keigo cries harder, unmoved from where he stepped in from the balcony staring at the floor. unnaturally cold hands touch his face, and he jumps. when did dabi cross the room? he once approached the photograph in a trance; the photograph now approaches him.

dabi definitely just finished saying something, definitely to him, but it didn't register. he looks up, breathing the same air as the ghost. dabi looks simultaneously stoic but very distressed, with a distinct air of "ready to cremate whoever caused this" should keigo give the word. in another context, his expression may make keigo laugh; he's like a kitten that doesn't yet know how much it wants to care about humans. but this isn't another context. it's too real.

in another world he may laugh, and in another universe he may throw dabi to the ground and call the commission, but here and now he can only meet the eyes of the ghost and say to them, "i know," a short explanation that itself is too much for him to bear, and he descends into uncontrollable sobs as dabi holds him. it is some time later that he breaks free of his episode on the floor, dabi still holding him tightly but refusing to look at him any longer, suspiciously quiet for how aggravating he usually is.

"i almost killed him," offers keigo. this draws those cyan eyes back to his direction. "but i let him live. he-- you--" he trails off. dabi seems to understand. he smirks. in another context, his expression could be menacing--this is a villain with a body count after all--but in this moment, it's a comfort. it's how dabi always looks. it's grounding. in this moment, keigo sees not a ruthless maniac, but he sees the photograph before which he knelt.

#this got wayyyy out of hand and i honestly do not feel like reformatting it for ao3 so. here.#keigo goes rogue and helps touya kill endvr and they live happily ever after in switzerland etc etc #refusing to reread it btw soz<3 #dabihawks #original #keigo #enji #touya #dabi

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Rated E PART I Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 PART II Chapters: 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - Not Finished Steamy Fluff: 8 - 13 - 15 Smut: 13 [TTRPG fantasy as its base, but with an 80s fantasy novel vibe to it. More info in Ch1 & Ch12]

Chapter 14 Excerpt: He watched the three making sure the Elf, the Fighter, and the Halfling were still listening. "Some say the gods disappeared. Me, I'm inclined to believe they're still around. They just choose not to listen to the 'pleas of the people' because what good did that do? Well, the Society went underground again, I guess you could say, but this time instead of helping others who had lost their magic. They began to pick and choose. Nothing ever works out well. When you start to pick and choose who gets help and who doesn't. Then they decided to show themselves again, and now we have higher-ups in those factions taking on political roles. It's all over the place. You ask me, Joyce, Sue, and Scott dodged a big disaster even if they have to fucking hide. These mages aren't big fans when you defect. My guess is they know too much. Though I've heard of old members who lost their abilities being treated fine."

Murray shrugged. He looked at Nancy. "You and your Mom showed up with them. You don't remember anything that happened back then?'

Chapter 15 Excerpt/s: [1] "What's your second trade," questioned Hopper.

Owens wiped his hands at his traveling cloak. "It will play well for both of us, really. We can rule out a large factor in what could be causing your son's difficulties. And deal with the obstacle that will keep us from reoccupying the mountain. So, we can accomplish your first ask."

"What is it," asked Hopper, becoming impatient. Fed up with Owens roundabout way of talking.

"If those symptoms are starting to show on your son and around Hawkins. The mountain isn't as empty as you thought. And I can't have myself or team inside that place with Brenner's first experiment still there. He called it the Demogorgon."

[2] Robin sighed and dropped her face to her knees. She began to speak, her voice muffled by the fabric of her pants. "The other day when you came to the inn looking for Nancy." She looked up, focusing on her best friend. "How serious are you—you had that dreamy look on your face, you get. Then you seem weirdly jealous of Jonathan, of all people… Are you thinking of asking Nancy out again?"

"I mean, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about asking Nancy out again." He looked out at the stars for a moment. "But, I know that would never work. She'd shoot me down before I could even finish the thought. As for Byers, I don't know." … "I mean, he's kinda had a crush on her, but practically everyone does except for her brother and his."

Robin sighed. There was no disputing that. Barb would often tease Nancy that she was the big sister crush for all her brother's friends."

"Wait. So I was right."

A High Fantasy retailing of Stranger Things in the style of a TTRPG so lots of dragons.

Nancy, Robin and friends prepare for an adventure on the horizon.

Nancy and Robin are slow burning, but very bright. Ronance is endgame.

-or- The stars feel cruel to Nancy and Robin. Always passing, never aligning. Will Nancy and Robin realize they have always wanted more, or as always, turn from possibilities, afraid of losing the strong bond they already have?

#ronance #nancy x robin #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #bisexual nancy wheeler #steve and robin #fruity four #mostly in nancy's pov #ronance endgame #ronance fanfiction #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things ttrpg

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wellithoughtitwascool · 1 year

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Stanley Kubrick and women

I haven't posted anything here in almost exactly 4 years. But, I'm back up in this bitch! Hahaaa

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Hello, hello. Right now I'm toying with the idea of starting up a casual film club with some friends, while simultaneously doing a little exploring of film history n sociology myself, and along the way I've had a few more thoughts. I wanna share em, and I've used this tumblr to do exactly that before, so I figure, may as well do it again huh.

So. One goal in my lil casual film club has been to find really beautifully made films, and I've been rifling through the ones that everyone labels as classics to start with as that's the easiest category to sort through. You don't have to kiss as many frogs if you're going by the ones no one ever shuts up about. And when we're talking about classic, well-made films, one of the directors that no one shuts up about is Stanley Kubrick.

Over the past two or so months I've been watching his films. I tried to start from the very beginning of his filmography but my God I can't stand war films so I started with The Killing (1956). I skipped a few of the other ones I found boring too (oops!), and ended up, in summary, watching The Killing, Lolita (1962), Dr. Strangelove (1964), 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), A Clockwork Orange (1971), The Shining (1980), Full Metal Jacket (1987) and Eyes Wide Shut (1999).

While watching these films, I noticed some stuff. Mainly about misogyny. Now I know sexism was much more societally active in the 1950s, when Kubrick started making feature films. To me his place in an actively and overtly sexist society seems to bounce between smart, roundabout critique and actively stoking the fire itself.

A Clockwork Orange and Lolita both explicitly depict the exploitation and abuse of women, through rampant and graphic sexual violence, and through mishandling the topic of paedophilia. In The Shining, the only female character is considerably naive, and spends almost the entire film running, crying and screaming from her murderous husband. In Full Metal Jacket, all the women are sex workers, except for one lone young sniper, who, fair play to her, was kinda cool, but also gets murdered after spending a while begging to be shot, so she can be put out of her misery.

Women are naked sex objects in a large portion of his films, if they feature at all, and if they aren’t naked, a considerable majority of them are being exploited, or being attacked. As you can see in this video, I'm not the only one who's noticed this. Kubrick’s female characters are almost always victims of extreme violence. They rarely stand independently, and are almost always being seriously harmed by men instead. There’s something very unsettling about this running theme.

Stanley Kubrick’s casts are usually 90-99% male. If you look at Kubrick's films as studies unpacking toxic masculinity, it makes some logical sense. He criticises war, and male sexual obsession, in nearly all of his work. However, in his films this criticism leans very heavily on the exploration of a toxically masculine evil, immersing the viewer in sexist violence, and generally harmful behaviour in boys’ club social groups before quickly pulling us out in the last 5-10 minutes, leaving us to make our own decisions about where we should go next. At times it feels as though this evil is being sensationalised, explored for entertainment because it’s unacceptable to do in real life. At times, it simply feels wrong, to me, in my gut. A Clockwork Orange and Lolita had a lot of those times.

I have respect for his lens on society, but looking at his work as one big patchwork, it’s pretty uncomfortable to watch as a woman, and its observation of sexist depravity feels more than a bit voyeuristic.

It also needs to be acknowledged that Kubrick’s own perfectionism caused him to overstep, and seriously mistreat Shelley Duval. It’s never acceptable to bully your talent, regardless of what performance you think it will pull out of them. That is crossing a line; art is never more important than human life. There have got to be better ways of creating great cinema than this, and I feel other great horror and thriller directors have proven this themselves. Perhaps the issue for Kubrick is that he’s a little imbalanced in his pursuit of an awesome cinematic experience. I certainly wouldn’t consider him an ally, though it definitely is crucial that men do their part in critically examining the patriarchy. At the end of the day, the artistic merit and excellence in Kubrick's work is clear, but both his work, and his approach as a director are also deeply flawed, and at many times his work becomes the misogyny he critiques. I think it's important that other male directors take their criticism of patriarchy much further than Stanley Kubrick has done, and because of how violent the misogyny in Kubrick's films are, I completely understand if some women would rather just avoid them altogether.

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stevengrantshubby · 1 year

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so, here are some more notes about my winx club next gen au thing.

so. i like aisha and nex. so im keeping them together. but nabu is not dying. so what ive come up, purely to appeal to child me and probably no one else, is that aisha and nabu weren't dating lol. so, on a personal level, i don't like the trope of person in an arranged marriage who hates the idea then ends up falling for the persona theyre arranged to marry. or at least i never liked how they did it in winx club.

so for this vaugly plotted au, they are still arranged to marry, neither aisha or nabu are happy about that. but they get to talking and become friends and try to find out a way to absolve the marriage. also nabu is gay and comes out to aisha about it but not to everyone else for a bit at the start.

on one hand i think the magical universe being more queer positive makes more sense, but on the other hand, i think having it vary form planet to planet is more interesting. so, nabu being royalty him being gay is more of an issue.

tho ultimately they figure out how to dissolve the arranged marriage so everyone is happy.

musa and riven in this au break up and stay broken up. idk i always liked that aspect, tho i think the writers just do not treat riven well at all so, id want it written differently. but it does still happen.

i played with the idea of musa/aisha/nex tbh cause i also love musa/aisha so its not settled. musa also not being in a long term partnership is also cool.

this is all a long and roundabout way to say i ship riven/nabu and theyre gonng be together in this au lol.

#winx club #winx club shine #walkin talkin #//lol im gonna finish some desgins for this

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doctor-yamagishi · 2 years

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Concern or Consideration

(Just a drabble for the buildup of Fuuka’s infiltration of the Phantom Thieves. Forgive me if my impersonations are poor. @tacitusauxilium)

“MItsuru, I have gathered the members like you ordered.” Kikuno states bowing toward the person she addressed before moving out of the doorway to let the retrieved members in.

Akihiko, Junpei, Aigis, Fuuka, Labrys, and Yukari entered the room.

“Thank you Saikawa.” Mitsuru responds calmly, having paused the television at a certain point during a news report.

“Must be pretty important if you have gathered this many of us as well as pulled me away from my travels.” Akihiko responds, not sure if he should feel joyful that he was gathered to possibly join in on the action of the potential situation or slightly irked that he was pulled away from his travels.

“I have checked with Saikawa about what you are about to see. She agrees with my diagnosis. I will show all of you to get your opinions.” Mitsuru has the news report play and it dictates how Kamoshida had received a calling card from the Phantom Thieves stating they would take Kamoshida’s treasure and several days after that calling card, Kamoshida’s personality changed.

“Sounds like a crappy adult got what he deserved. Nothing unusual there.” Junpei stated, taking it as a roundabout way of his alcoholic excuse for a father getting what Junpei felt he deserved.

“Seriously Stupei? Mitsuru wouldn’t get us all together for something as simple as that.” Yukari states biting back the majority of her irritation at Junpei’s poor deduction of the report.

“Takeba, that’s enough.” While not surprised at Junpei’s far-falling interpretation of the situation given he doesn’t have all the info, MItsuru didn’t condone it as a reason for Yukari to berate him for vocalizing it, not that she would ever condone it in any situation.

“The calling card said that they would take his treasure, but there wasn’t any mention of black mail or ransom note in the calling card. A treasure’s true worth is its sentimental value, what the true owner would be willing to do to get it back. If there was either of those, it might explain the shift, but it’s cause he lost that treasure that his personality changed.” MItsuru explains as Kikuno nods her head in agreement.

“You believe that the situation is along the same lines as what Yu-kun and the rest of the Inaba Investigation Team encountered during the times their personas emerged, isn’t it MItsuru-senpai?” Fuuka inquires thinking that with normal means eliminated for the most part, that something involving personas and/or shadows was deemed increasingly likely.

“Astute as always Yamagishi. Yes. While for us and the Yu and the rest of the Inaba team haven’t had to do anything unsavory in any aspect, these Phantom Thieves have possibly used their personas to commit thievery. While the result may have been for the best, the end cannot justify the means when it comes to a persona.” Mitsuru states, wanting the focus to be about the Phantom Thieves and how they operate to get everyone on the same page about the plan to address the matter.

“You wish to discern their motive without arousing suspicion. Make sure that they are using their unusual gift for the right reason to explain the unsavory act, correct?” Labrys inquires having gotten the gist of the leader’s reasoning.

“Yes. Best case scenario, we can offer our assistance to them. At worst, we will have reason to stop them. We need to know which way to act before we act. For now, we will have one member hopefully infiltrate and determine if they should be stopped or not and that member is....” Mitsuru trailed off.

This is my time to shine. Junpei thinks to himself waiting for MItsuru to call on him to be the one to infiltrate.

“Yamagishi.” Mitsuru finishes, surprising everyone, including Fuuka.

“M-Me? Are you sure about that M-Mitusur-senpai?” Fuuka didn’t know whether to feel happy to be able to help in a more direct manner or worried about actually being able to accomplish that task.

“Your abilities make you the most suited for the task Yamagishi. Will you accept this assignment?” While she did have the authority to make Fuuka take the task given the codes of conduct the Shadow Operatives have, Fuuka was as much a friend if not more to Mitsuru as Fuuka was a coworker.

“Y-Yes, I will do my best.” Fuuka manages to gather the strength for her response.

“Thank you. I will buy your flight and your room at your destination. I will email you your flight and hotel information.” Mitsuru responds before pulling out her cellphone and starts making the necessary calls.

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