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candywife333 · 5 months

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King Squishy

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SLATED TO RELEASE IN DECEMBER

alien king (jabba the hutt looking) yoongi x chubby secretary reader

She stared at the screen, squinting her eyes, completely tired from the strain of focusing on the screen in front of her. King Squishy, his ugly blob Majesty, trudged over to her. She had been recruited by the planet, Xalaxia, to manage their secretarial works requiring communications with earth. Since she knew the Xalaxian dialect and English with fluency, she had been the perfect gal for the job.

Y/N wouldn't have minded working on the lush green planet with pink golden sunsets, if not for her treacherously annoying and strict boss. The king of the planet himself. King Yoongi. Or as she liked to refer to him as, the bane of her existence. He would always harp on her to finish the work quickly even when she was ahead of schedule. And he would unscrupulously watch over her every move ,as though she were committing a crime by working diligently on behalf of his stale, rank pumpernickel ass.

He wasn't fluent in English, so he relied on her a lot for even diplomatic efforts of his planet. Here he came, entering the room with an infuriated face, waddling his squishy amber, amorphous ass resembling jelly like a duck. All the people on this planet had two forms, one that resembled something more similar to humans--average heights reaching up to 6 feet and up. The other form most of them carried was that of a a normal human face on top of what could not be described in any other words other than a goopy blob that would shapeshift to form humongous tentacles. The black appendages would sometimes drip inky obsidian fluids as they walked, leaving what Y/N called , a "xalaxian trail".

Y/N tiredly drawled out as she typed a document without moving her eyes off the screen, "What service would you like to procure from me today your Majesty"?

Yoongi snarled as he threw a bunch of papers onto her desk, "Is this what you call a complete financial report of the trade embargo we have between Earth? It has a bunch of typos, even I would be able to tell!!!! Why are you so incompetent, you lazy woman"?

I bristled, alive with fury as I attempted to calm down, staring at the document he threw at me. I felt like laughing when I figured out what his problem was. "Ummm, Sir, you do know that these type of letters require more official language ,right? The spellings are all correct. Whatever you have marked in red ink is just the past tense of regular English verbs. We don't say ever say the word "thinked", we say "thought", to express past tense".

His entire face blanched as he started sputtering in a fury, "F-f-fix it then, you human imbecile"!

And he immediately scurried away, his prominent trail viscously dripping after him. I had to not choke on my own laughter, as I stared at a human blob try to run away from me. His magestically goopy form, was trying to get away, but the massive size of his tush was not letting him, making him look like he was twerking and wiggling his butt as he tried to abscond.

Xalaxians did not wear robes or any clothing for that matter in their blob-like forms, they only wore them when they were humanoid in shape.

Y/N sighed, the days on Xalaxia were becoming monotonous, as she felt encumbered with all the excess transmissions to be translated. She was leaving late nowadays from her work station, dropping down on her bed exhausted, instantaneously falling asleep. It had been exciting in the beginning, with all the cuisines, colorful people, and beautiful outdoor environment. But with the way she had been transferred from working with the kind council member Taehyung to becoming the king's secretary, it had been a less than pleasant transition, putting it very lightly.

She pondered with her hands holding up her chin, maybe she should apply for the yearly mating banquet. Humans were allowed to participate. It was quite simply put, a banquet where people found mates (permanent mates, not casual ones). Y/N had not participated in the last two years she had been on Xalaxia. But even she was feeling a bit lonely from time to time. Maybe a mate would help curb that. She wasn't getting any younger.

Xalaxians mated for life, and since their life span of 1000 years instantaneously conferred upon their partner once a mating bond was formed, it was a very big deal who your partner was. Y/N dreamily imagined finding a kind Xalaxian who would treat her right and give her children, something she had always wanted. They would live in a gorgeous garden estate and relax, sharing a marriage bed. She felt like blushing at the mere thought.

She typed up and submitted the application form on her bed. A tinkling sound came from her lap top indicating that the form had been submitted. Before Y/N could even process the happiness and possibility that would come of starting the search for a mate, she got a phone call.

As she picked up the call from an unknown number, she heard a screeching voice, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??? HOW COULD YOU SUBMIT A MATE FORM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, WHEN YOU ARE MY SECRETARY? I FORBID YOU Y/N, I FORBID YOU FROM LOOKING FOR A MATE"!

Y/N's indignance peaked, who the hell did this king think he was? Forbidding her from finding a mate, something that was mandated by law as a privilege allowed to every resident of Xalaxia. Y/n calmly replied, "And I fail to see how that is my problem, you rank ass goop ball. Don't test me, sire. If you infringe upon my rights, I shall merely quit the job. What exactly is your problem anyway"?

He yodeled back, exasperated, "YOU. YOU. It's always fucking YOU". Y/N felt so irritated and frustrated at his vague proclamations. "And what do you even mean by that, Sire"?

He sobbed , clearly inebriated from drinking, as he would never show such expressions of emotion otherwise. "You wouldn't work for me anymore, if you found a mate".

Y/N sniped back, rather confused at his intent, "And how is that supposed to be my concern"?

#chubby smut #bts x plus size reader #yoongi #yoongi x chubby reader #yoongi x curvy reader #yoongi x plus size reader #bts #smut #angst #comedy #alien yoongi #alien #emotional constipation #yoongi likes situationship but y/n be like no way bitch

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wangxianficrecs · 1 year

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can people untie themselves, uncurling like flowers by annemari

can people untie themselves, uncurling like flowers

by annemari

(Teen, 19k, jc & wwx, jc & jl, wangxian)

Summary: "Are you alright?" Jiang Cheng asks. "What happened?" "Jiujiu!" Jin Ling says, his voice panicked. "Jiujiu, it's Wei Wuxian! He's hurt!" Jiang Cheng freezes. Wei Wuxian gets hurt on a night hunt. Jiang Cheng is displeased to find out that he's been wandering around on his own instead of living with Lan Wangji in Cloud Recesses. He ends up fixing it.

Mojo's comments: Oh, no. Jiang Cheng vs. Emotional Constipation vs. Feelings.

post-canon, jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation, family, hugs, hurt/comfort, getting together, pov jiang cheng, post cql ending, hurt wei wuxian, adorable juniors, emotional constipation, brotherly feels, character study, jiang cheng is trying, happy ending

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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theomnicode · 2 years

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I think the biggest irony and pity is looking at the overarching themes ONE is painting about emotional constipation being dangerous especially to young men and that being a theme in both OPM and Mob psycho...

...is reading how people who are unhappy about the state of OPM and complaining about something like and I quote: "Saitama becoming a little baby over Genos dying" and another person stating "he went emo shounen protagonist and got upset upon thinking Genos died", is them exhibiting this same type of behaviour of toxic masculinity and emotional constipation and condemning showcase of actual emotions as something unwelcome and out of character.

Which is exactly the type of thing ONE is trying to tell is is dangerous and self-destructive. That they complain is poor storytelling.

Because humans are not robots. We have emotions and bottling them up will only cause unhappiness in the long run.

If someone has taught you that it's not ok to cry when your loved ones die because it's emasculating?

Honestly? Fuck those people.

It truly saddens and aggravates me that this is how some people are taught irl to deal with their emotions. Men specifically. Women have this luxury of not being judged for being sad or feeling emotional. It is regrettable that emotions are seen as weakness because guys have to be seen as strong or the society expects and depends on them to be like this in order to function.

You are not less strong because you show emotions, you're just human.

Express yourself, be kind to others and be honest with yourself. And if you need help, reach out to people.

We live in a very unstable age that contributes to existential crisis where we may regret many things if we keep on procastinating.

I think this is a fine message to send in terms of storytelling and the deeper themes is what makes the story in OPM so great.

If person does not like those kind of themes? That's fine.

But it is a story ONE wants to tell with OPM, something he feels is important because he and Murata-sensei are passionate about their work and it is not poor storytelling nor poor thematic because some people disagree with the theme and I honestly cannot say it's problematic or presented poorly either for point of critique, but that is my personal opinion and people are free to disagree with that as well. And everyone has the option to put the series down if it no longer interests them. One can absolutely curate their own interests online.

It does feel though that critiquing this aspect does miss one of the points of what ONE is trying to narrate however.

Probably the amount of emotion in OPM is why it has a ton of female fans too. For a seinen that appears to be battle manga on the surface, it thrives on the social interconnectivity between all these characters.

Don't be tryna squash that humanity like Saitama is trying to squish this mosquito, ya hear?

#opm #one punch man #fandom discourse #emotional constipation #toxic masculinity #philosophy #storyline themes #ONE

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grosslyoversimplifiedpolitics · 1 year

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[ID: Emotional Constipation, as it always is]

#ao3 #ao3 tags #Emotional Constipation #as it always is

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disabilityhealth · 2 years

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Do you ever find yourself getting really emotional about something only to later find out that you just really had to poop?

… Or is it just me?

#gross #sorry #funny #constipation #emotional constipation #see what I did there #chronic illness #spoonie #my text #ibs #ibs c

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aus-for-shitsandgiggles · 1 year

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So you in justice league where batman tells superman: “i don’t not like you”. Battinson would be completely sincere in that being a compliment and get confused when people react negatively

Battinson: i dont not like you

Jim gordon: what we have be friends for years:(

Battinson: exactly:)

#battinson #batman #jim gordon #friendship #emotional constipation

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ellasent · 1 year

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#I mean all of Sorbet's water magic is ice #I think it just makes sense that it might be a sign of her mental wellbeing #You know she's closed off and cold thus all the water turns to ice #All that stuff #Magical Vacation #Magical Starsign #Sorbet #Sugar #Sorbet Ronsard #Sugar Ronsard #Emotional Constipation

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thiccpersonality · 3 months

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Summary:

"To me...Angel Dust, you are more than your body. You are Anthony and will always be Anthony...a-and you are more than a toy to be used and tossed 'round. You are more than what these demons make you out to be-"

He clenches his fists at realizing he's crying, his tears dripping down onto Angel Dust's fur.

(As usual if anyone sees this it is no pressure to read my stories. The tags of course are meant for within the actual story itself and not this post alone. If anyone here manages to check out my story on ao3, you are much appreciated! Please remember to stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

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oblivi0nskeep · 3 months

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The Lone Walk to Eternity

Within this Horror Unwaking

Louis laments the many regrets he has in life. Eternity is a long time to pass; the list of nightmares could only span so far, no?

[Chapter 1, Crossposted on Ao3]

To think that either path damns his dearest all the same.

The crew defeats the frenzied Silva, leaving the relics to take Luciel's body as their new host. Luciel sooner finds the new additions to his body twisting his very being from the inside—it is by Louis's intervention that the Queenslayer does not complete his rebirth as the Queen.

General Information.

Rating: Mature

Genre: Angst

Point of View: Third-Person Limited

Tense: Present

Fandom: Code Vein

Characters: Original Character, Louis Amamiya

Relationships: Louis/Protagonist

Tags: scantily edited; no beta, we die like... well.; heavy angst; hurt no comfort; emotional baggage; emotional constipation; guilt; regret; unconfessed love; crying; grief/mourning; repeated trauma; canon-typical depiction of blood.

Warnings.

❗ Spoiler Alert: "Heirs Ending" The following fanwork takes place directly during and after the bad end of the game. If you have not yet experienced it yourself and are looking forward to it, please refrain from reading any further.

⚠️ Triggering contents may be present within this fic. Please proceed with discretion. Vivid portrayal of grief and symptoms of PTSD ahead. Although chapter two is yet to be posted, the current draft and the final product for that will feature heavy gore and graphic mutilation. The tags will be updated accordingly to match the content that is already posted.

Author's Note:

guess who used angsty fanfiction as a medium to vent their disappointment of life again, as always 😁

THE SILENCE THAT ENSUES RINGS DEAFENINGLY CLEAR. Deep is the blue that spills forth in the wake of his resolve, his royal decree; the brand that sealed his deal with destiny. But what quality marks nobility, if not the sacrifice it demands of those who wish to stake their claim upon it?

The sway of indecision is a dead adversary by now. A gallant knight is he to renounce his own heart if only to avail his dismal duty: the leap that tears him of hesitance’s manipulative strings. A shambling fool no more, he finds his limbs moving with fluid ease as they bring his sword through flesh and bone and the wicked Queen’s then-beating heart.

And like so, his prove to be the hands that ply the blade, that sever this world from the fount of its suffering.

From chaos delivered.

But what of this cold mask of stoicism when it finally lets up, cracks and melts?

Down with his verdict comes bitter tears unbidden like the storm that had rained for many nights before.

“Leave the rest to me,” is the meagre much Louis could mutter out. A gruesome conclusion attained in solace; a pathetic attempt thereof.

And the Queenslayer, oh, crushed as he is under the weight of his sanction, could offer naught a word in reciprocation.

Both men suspended in a static of their own pain, time grinds to a halt for them. The rest of the world is a distant abyss whereupon desolation’s forbidding knell descends—a shallow fanfare for a hollow victory. Shatter goes the Queen’s judgement thorns as they are called to resonate, swallowed up in the void harmony.

Louis could just hear how his blood sings in beat with his rapid pulse; mayhem blaring in his ears. It stings in his eyes, to be so rife than ever before with sentiments, each a contradiction of the other. Tears ripe to fall—bountiful fruits of his soul. What more can they (his eyes) betray?

Every next breath comes with a needle down his throat. Air sifts into his lungs in uneven chunks; so awfully thick they are that Louis could not help but to choke on them.

Every next breath grows shorter and shorter for the Queen in death’s waiting. Whatever awaits him on the other side? When the blade is withdrawn from his heart, what then, will become of him? How absurd it is that the question seems to weigh heavier in Louis’s mind than it does in Luciel’s.

For what else has he to worry about? To resent? To regret? As far as Luciel is aware, order will be restored upon Vein. Everything is proceeding in accordance with their initial plan. Naught falls outside of his foresight. Or does his silence bespeak of something other than acceptance?

No, for it is not Luciel’s heart that is in conflict. He has long since decided and is content to forever hold his peace.

Tick-tock; as precious seconds fleet away, Louis finds the steel chain that holds his will together coming loose. What paltry resolve he had garnered over the course of their journey as though evaporates; trickles to waste through old cracks that have begun to resurface all across his heart.

Tick-tock; the present moment he takes for granted in favour of questioning what could have been done differently. Yesterday’s regret was over his lack of strength to spare the previous queen from a fate worse than her already disgraceful demise. Today’s sorrow is brought forth by his overcoming of that weakness. How his heart yearns for another answer, asserting a different question: why, why must it come to this again?

Why was he not strong enough to steer fate away from this outcome altogether?

Tick-tock; even with much of it stolen, time has never made it to his hand in enough the amount. Though he had made the most of what he was given, regret finds him all the same, all too soon.

All over again.

Nada; the seconds have passed him by before he can string together a single conclusive thought.

The moment carries him worlds away that for a moment then, he is granted the clemency to forget his immediate plight. It really matters that little when Luciel’s body fails and falls before him, hanging limp on the blade of his sword.

As the light leaves his eyes—as he draws shorter and shorter breaths, so too does the sword become too heavy for Louis to bear. Even with both hands on the hilt and his entire strength put into the effort, life is still too hefty a thing for him to hold, to fit in his palms, to be taken in indifferent spontaneity.

A deep inhale steadies his trembling figure. With nary much else, Louis pulls out the sword in a single swift motion. Like a puppet bereaved of its strings, Luciel collapses onto the cold hard ground, sprawled as he welcomes death with arms outstretched.

The next spill to join the bloody mire and feed into the Gaol’s unquenchable thirst is the blue of Luciel’s own life essence.

Herewith does the Queen’s life meet its end—slain before the throne in the midst of his ascension by the very sword that had sworn him fealty. His was an abrupt birth that has found its true pair in an equally abrupt death.

Luciel tries his best to retain acceptance until the very end. He thought that mayhaps, it would make it easier for Louis and everyone else. That, maybe, he would have a better time fading from their memories if he were to go out without much commotion.

But as pain sets in and instinct overtakes, there is not much that Luciel can do about the way his body jerks reflexively in defiance of its shutdown; a desperate struggle that only serves to choke the last of his fight out of him.

Only then does he feel the agony of flesh sundered and he could not hold back the urge to scream from being crushed under the intensity of it all. Before even a drop of syllable could be given sound, however, Luciel has bitten down on his tongue, persisting to wallow in silence.

His eyes flicker, searching through the haze of his vision until they find their mark in those of Louis's. But faced with the terror and anguish alike residing within those crimson depths, Luciel stays his tears, his tongue gone still on its own.

“I’m sorry…” Luciel mutters only above a whisper. “…Thank you, for…” He breathes his gratitude—and weaker yet, he mouths, “…you.”

Louis does not spare himself any of the details. He witnessed it all; holding Luciel’s gaze until he was sure the latter had breathed his last. There is no harm in that, no? It is the least—the only measure of comfort that Louis could provide.

The rest of the crew gives him a wide berth. They turn a blind eye to his gleaming tears and a deaf ear to his unceasing sobs, pretending otherwise. They yet respect his vision of an infallible leader, even while every gulp of air crushes the tender swell of his heart in, while he bleeds himself dry with every breath.

“Louis…” calls a voice he is most familiar with. “We don’t have much time.”

Louis makes an attempt to answer, to voice his compliance, but all that falls when he opens his mouth is a slew of pitiful blubbers. He bows his head lower as though in sombre prayer, hiding his sorrow—hiding from his sorrow, for behold: the nightmare that had caused him many a sleepless night has reared into reality before him.

“We’ll help you take it from here.”

But Louis remains a trembling mess that he was. Having abandoned his speech entirely as it seems, his companions again afford him the peace to grief.

There is then the clamour of footsteps, closely followed by the Gaol’s ambient silence.

True enough, when Louis cast his gaze to take stock of his surroundings, there is not a single soul left in the vicinity aside from him.

And…

His gaze next sweeps over the soundly slumbering form of Luciel. At the sight, his feelings come at him once more, each and every at once. Finally does he buckle and yield under the bulk of his conscience after denying it for so long.

The coarse stone digs into his knees and shins. But Louis could not care less about it; the gnawing pain that creeps over to his palm as he haphazardly crawls closer to the revenant he so cherishes.

Louis turns the stiff body of Luciel over with care so as to not disturb his sanctity of death. How distraught is he to find that Luciel’s eyes remain unclosed postmortem, blankly staring back at him. Tears well upon those lifeless eyes, while some had run and formed trails down his face. Stilling his shaking hand, Louis brings it over Luciel’s eyes, gently dragging his lids down to a close.

Then, he wails. He throws his head onto the crook of Luciel’s shoulder and wails. He wails and wails, hollowing himself of the words he has lost the chance to speak, of the feelings he never before allowed to be known, of the ache in his heart that had broiled overlong. He wails at the top of his lungs; until his throat goes sore, so sore that his tongue could fall out.

Loud as he and his anguish are, the person he is calling for never stirs.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry; a litany of apologies he utters without end with what little voice he has left.

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading! This was actually my proudest work of 2023. I hope you enjoyed it! There will be a second and third part, but I regret to inform you that I may not be able to dish it out anytime soon (the perfectionist within me treats this fic like an Asian parent's firstborn son, it needs to be EVERYTHING; I would know). Please look forward to it still!

If you enjoyed this fic, please don't forget to leave a like and reblog!

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writteninink2 · 1 year

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The Truth Untold

Chapter 3/5

Rated: M

Feng Xin has loved Xie Lian for as long as he can remember, but his friend is getting married to Hua Cheng and expecting him to bring a +1.

Mu Qing is Feng Xin’s only option. Too bad he’s also the worst one.

#feng xin #mu qing #FengQing #tgcf #heaven official’s blessing #fake dating #emotional constipation #modern au

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theomnicode · 2 years

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I am so done with this OPM author.

I just now made a post about emotional constipation irl after talking with the-nyst on comments about Garou and Bang and browsing reddit. Classic reddit browsing.

I swear I just want some memes man. And being bored.

I went to screencap the anime scene where Saitama tries to kill the mosquito for that post and...epiphany.

It is a allegory for how men try to squish their emotions, their humanity in their attempt of nurturing themselves and appearing to be strong, from fear of not being masculine enough. But like Saitama slapping himself, it is self-destructive behaviour. The mosquito however, stops Saitama from trying to nurture this cactus wrong and stops the falling rain, the unhappiness that men face when they try to bottle up their emotions. What follows is ensuing rage and inevitability of being unable to squish that human emotion everyone has inside of them.

And I'm sure people realised this during 2015 when it was current, but it's also a goddamn innuendo. The cactus is a goddamn phallus and they knew what they were doing with this camera angle and when it was zooming up.

Pretty hilarious and I now cannot unsee it.

However, I now believe it has more meaning to it.

Just yesterday also made a post about Saitama and his romance and I made the connection between the fear of commitment to romance because he's afraid and suddenly, it started to make more sense.

Because I noticed how much Saitama waters the damn cactus here and it being a metaphor for rain and melancholy. But the rain stops when he starts to address his issues again. Acknowledges his humanity, his emotions.

How Saitama considers his home a safe haven but it's also a way for him to isolate himself from other people and emotional turmoil because he has bad experiences with sociability and love in general, when he faces the reality that Genos can possibly die and that he's worried for Genos but going out on his way to save him because he can anyway, is when the rain stops falling because he faces his fear and is when he can nurture himself to be more human again. Or will have succesfully stopped the melancholia from taking hold and addressed his emotional constipation and acknowledged his feelings.

And the reason why I am wheezing and I am so done with this author, is because Saitama's true feelings, the ones that his hero suit is trying to showcase to him so he can feel happy cuz clothes in opm respond to wearer's feelings, when he faces his phobia and stops the rain from falling by punching a monster, his own demons, are essentially saying to him that

should have

dicks out

for Genos.

And I feel like my soul is leaving my body right now. I am wheezing.

The innuendo cannot be contained. It must be unleashed.

I'm so fucking done with ONE lmfao.

#opm #one punch man #saitama #genos #innuendo #genosai #saigenos #emotional constipation #cactus allegory #opm manga panels #opm anime screencaps

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hexenwrites · 1 year

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Mal: I hate you sometimes. Carlos: Well according to this picture Diego drew of us holding hands that's not true. Mal: Carlos, you drew that. Carlos: It doesn't matter.

#mal #carlos de vil #diego is here by proxy #disney descendants #cousins #isle of the lost #isle of the lost incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #pre marlos #marlos #flirting fails #emotional constipation #best friends #best friend life #mal in denial #carlos doesn't know how to talk about feelings #hexenwrites

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pinkpruneclodwolf · 2 years

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YOOO, the new chapter has so many feels and I’m just like bro… I can’t even put it into words mate. Like Meruem feeling bad that she made Grim think that he was pet to her, while it shows the comparison between Grim and her brother + the bullying and how it feels like they were like an accessory to her and how she feel like accessory tp her mom. And how it reveals Meruem’s abuse from her mom after Grim ranaway and how she feels alone without him now. And how it feels like she's changing to a different person that she's afraid that her family or Grim don't recognize her. Then she feeling like she was forgiving Riddle too easily and her not feeling that she isn't allowed to not be the better person, and I'm just like: yoooo. But moving on, I liked how you put Epel interacting and being friends with the group, I really liked that. Also, I was kinda worried when you say that Grim would only forgive Merry in chapter 4, but then I realized that its giving Grim more character and I remembered that I was angry at my sister for something for like 8 months so like yeah. Also not only does Merry has bad luck on her birthday based off the month and month flower, but it’s also the day, I feel so bad for her. So always, I really liked the new chapter! (Sorry for rambling '^^)

Also I made meme on one of parts bc it reminded me of the meme

Thank you so much!!!!!

There's something about changing so drastically that you feel your family won't recognize outside of your appearance (that's about to change too) that you feel alien in your own skin. It's about wanting to fo back to the familiarity even if it means you endure. It's about wanting to be better but not knowing how. It's about—

Honestly I think that Grim receives the brunt of Meruem's feelings and even other Yumesona's at some points, and I know it's only been a week after Riddle's OB but the stuff Meruem and Co endured during that was like... Almost dying twice? Magic literally setting you aflame from the inside out to the point that Ace gets concerned her nerves will fry???

I'm changing the trajectory of Chapter 2 to focus on siblings and the heavy grudges that can be borne from those relationships bc I genuinely believe there was a point when Leona did want to kill his brother so that he could get a modicum of the recognition he receives but chose to isolate himself instead realizing how dangerous those thoughts were.

Cater will play a significant role too which us why I started off with his pov this chap because of his relationship with his sisters and how they walked all over him (which is how Meruem would treat her brother at points)

I also thought about how the Fandom treats Jade as the normal brother despite him being right along Floyd and that was only because Floyd is more overt in his behaviors so I was like,,,,,,

Chapter 2 is about siblings with complicated relationships with themselves/how society perceives them that changes how they perceive their relationship and how a gap can grow from that. It definitely parallels me and brother's relationship but we've grown closer because of that—Merry doesn't have that chance the same way Cater or Leona does.

It's a whole 3 circle venn diagram of complicated sibling relationships and emotional constipation.

Grim will definitely grow and become his own person as a result bc even if they are two parts of the same whole, Grim is still his own part (person) and Meruem had been eclipsing him as a result.

I also think Grim has a lot of trauma with people exactly like her personality type (or plain abusive) so Meruem has to work hard and nip that in a bud. (Chapter 4 is about them being stuck together, I'm sure if that wouldn't have happened they'd make up by Chapter 5)

Healing isn't a linear process, and it is a struggle (more OB being thrown their way) but the best way to apologize is to fix the behavior that led to you apologizing in the first place.

I'm reading White Fang (the character that Jack Howl is based off of) to get a feel for him and the overall tone of Chapter 2 and the themes tie into the sibling submit so welll.

#twisted wonderland #twst #@edgymoonstone #scream into the void and i'll answer #im so serious Chapter 2 being dedicated to sibling relationships is my new jam #it took me forever to find a theme in Chapter 2 because of how messy it was (besides the lion king plot)#but like #Nature v Nurture #emotional constipation #how abuse rewires your brain #how the perception of others can ruin a relationship #trying to be better but also knowing that its futile so you dive into the deep end to drown in feelings you cant put a name to #the dubious morality of Night Raven and how it feeds into this new person that Meruem creates in an attempt to adjust #but ultimately hurting the people around you and making you realize youve become an alien in your own skin #i digress these tags are long enough!!!#thank you so much!!!!!

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