#hold on I'll post the bit from wikipedia

[fluentisonus]

hey do you guys know about the Astronautilia btw

#insane concept. insane execution. would love to read it someday but I can't read homeric greek #thoughts #hold on I'll post the bit from wikipedia

[alicedrawslesmis]

(sorry this is from a week ago but) Wait, what's going on right now that's complicated with Amazonian farmers' land rights?

Not farmers, indigenous people

See, recently they put a new law through congress that severely reduces indigenous land to the borders established during the late dictatorship, or immediately post-dictatorship, in 1988. An absolute joke of a border that was dreamed up by some military assholes. People in america may recognize this type of society from the times of westward expansion and think this is a thing of the past because for you guys it is. But here it is a reality. Murder is rampant. The reach of the law is incredibly limited. Government is just too weak and landowners basically run things. THAT'S WHY it's so important to donate directly to the native peoples instead of random NGOs because native people are fucking there and the more power they hold in the land the safer the land will be from agroindustrial expansion.

Well the law was vetoed by the the president and the Supremo Tribunal Federal, aka supreme federal court, labeled it as unconstitutional. Which it is, because our 1988 constitution describes native american land rights in some of its first articles. We thought this would be it for the law

But then the senate (that already overrepresents landowners in rural states) just went along and approved it anyway. I had no idea they could approve something unconstitutional. The progressives and particularly the socialists are fighting this in court. But it happens that for now the legal border is the severely reduced version.

Doesn't mean they'll just give up, because as it happens we don't have any stand your ground laws so even if you own a piece of land, you cannot legally speaking just shoot everyone there. Or attack or threaten them in any way. They'll just have long legal battles individually for the rights to occupy land based on use. Also the Xingu national park, the largest preserved land of the Amazon described as 'larger than Belgium', is being encroached by huge farms that are poisoning their water supply. The border is Visible. I'll try to find video of it but essentially you have a forest and a desert separated by a strict line.

Just last week in the south of Bahia (not the Amazon, let me explain more about the Amazon situation in a bit) Hãhãhãe leadership Nega Muniz Pataxó was shot and killed by an armed militia group that invaded and occupied the Caramuru territory.

The situation in the Amazon, specifically the yanomami territory in Roraima our northernmost state, aka deep forest, is more dire than average given difficulty of access, sheer size, and government abandonment. It's a place that depends on government aid for medicine. It's land that is being systematically invaded by gold miners, pandemic, toxins from nearby farmlands, wood extraction etc. (wood extration is rampant everywhere tho). Early 2023 saw a massive federal government operation by now president Lula to empty the mines and try to look for where funding comes from. Yanomami land is still being invaded to this day, the struggle is ongoing.

The yanomamis need support right now more than any other. Last year saw a massive heat wave that (well, one, caused a girl named Ana Clara Machado to die during the Taylor Swift concert. This is unrelated but I feel like not enough foreign media covered this, Taylor even lied about it as well.) dried up a lot of rivers, killed a LOT of fresh water animals including an unprecedented amount of pink dolphins. Access that was already hard became damn near impossible without boats. I cannot overstate how many pink dolphins were found dead.

Another technique that landowners use to clear space for farms is to just set things on fire and then occupy the empty land, which they legally can do to land that was naturally burned in a forest fire. It happened that Pantanal, another national park of swampland, was massively devastated by fires last year too

this article is from 2020, the year that the worst fire happened, but in 2023 there was another one. It's been happening yearly now due to a) deliberate action and b) climate change aggravation.

And this is not nearly all. Just off the top of my head. If you speak portuguese I recommend following the APIB or the COIAB on instagram to keep up with the news. The FUNAI is the government branch of indigenous organization, but it's not generally that well liked. Still.

[doubleedgemode]

I guess I cannot shut up about the homunculus, huh? I call this one:

The Head(ache) Skeleton Key

Get it cause I'm gonna get a headache if I overthink this

So, I'm thinking about that old concept art ishiwatari made that had a.b.a's beta design, which, wasn't really that different, aside from her top having an x mark, her holding a sorta small ax and chewing on either a key shaped lollipop or a key (later concept art which I assume is after her design started to simmer shows the first option, but as we don't know if those are related, we can only speculate) but the big difference was... Paracelsus! He was a carbon copy of A.B.A's head key (no, before you ask, they didn't give her finalized key a skeleton design to homage betacelsus, both para and her key were supposed to be the same!) albeit with more detail.

Maybe this lore wasn't planned yet but... Yknow how in Strive interviews we learn Paracelsus taking on a key form was related to him trying to hold A.B.A's attention?

What if beta paracelsus straight up shapeshifted exactly into her head key as a stronger way to gain her trust? Let's be real, being born with that skeleton key, I theorize it's one of A.B.A's most consistent things about her enviroment. Whatever shit happens she has a skeleton shaped key in her noggin, always. (Though it seems to have changed a bit in strive, of course! But you could argue before all that the key was kept in place.. classic a.b.a's head key is rusty, I wonder if her creator just didn't care about her getting tetanus or it just actually deteriorated by not being well-kept :( )

That'd make paracelsus' shapeshifting more insidious... But of course we don't even know if betacelsus was even alive or just an idk demonic looking cool (inanimate?) Weapon. It's what I ASSUME to be very early concept art, not in the final product and, hell, if I understood well the strive interviews, the implication was that para's shapeshifting into a key isn't complete, so the "yeah by xx era he has perfectly shapeshifted into her skeleton key but upscaled" wouldn't work.

You thought the post was over? Nope! You get a buy one get 1 extra rambling free offer!

Part of me ponders if the skeleton key thing is a reference to.. actual skeleton keys! I'll paste their wikipedia definition so you know why that name:

A skeleton key (also known as a passkey[1]) is a type of master key in which the serrated edge has been removed in such a way that it can open numerous locks,[2] most commonly the warded lock. The term derives from the fact that the key has been reduced to its essential parts.[2]

As far as I've been able to find, japanese says a word translated as master key for master keys, but I haven't been able to find if the skeleton type is a thing in japanese or if it even shares the naming. However, I don't understand japanese (it was by translator) so please take my pondering about the existance of skeleton keys in said language with a mountain of salt.

But, even if that wasn't a term in japanese, whose to say the team didn't pull inspiration from an english term? Thought not the same situation, afaik, they've already chosen a bunch of terms from different languages for some gg topics. Maybe they didn't but it would be a fun coincidence!

A big part of me thinks maybe this isn't this deep and they just went with a beautiful (esp betacelsus with all the spine details) skeleton design cause.. Well, they are creepy which fits A.B.A's vibe pretty well, lol

#I do have theories abt why the fuck was a.b.a even BORN with a key in her head before getting obsessed w keys #but this post is already massive and rambly.. ah. such is the life of the a.b.a fan! sorry for all the ramble. hope someone else finds this #interesting #long post #<- veeery long post!! #a.b.a #text tag2b named

[rinbowaman]

Mermaids Tale - Chapter 3

Whats going on my peeps! I finally got done revising the original draft of MT, i did so quickly so i could get this chapter to you guys, which meant that I skipped reviewing it for corrections, but hopefully it wont be too bad and will flow.

****As i've mentioned before, the male characters in my stories are very dominating and strong type of characters, which i had revised and changed them into Heeseung from Enhypen. Recently I've learned of the term "yandere" as a few people pointed out the vibes of such in my male characters and i do agree, they definitely have yandere vibes (not intentional but i always found the traits of a possessive and obsessed male to be somewhat sexy in each story line for some reason) and out of the stories posted so far (also knowing what i now know of the term) just a heads up, Heeseung in MT is definitely yandere and this chapter is only the beginning of it. So i'll have to start including that in the tags for those that are into yandere fics. Considering how much anime I've watched all my life, i'm a bit flabbergasted that I've never heard the term before. But thank god for wikipedia because I was a bit lost whenever they kept telling me. Anyhow, needless to say, i'm sure you all sensed the yandere vibes with MGR/MRE/HHP heeseung, although its a bit more subtle or soft compared to MT Heeseung is (however it builds up in MGR/MRE/HHP because Andiy Heeseung's vibes gets stronger and he will lose control in some of the upcoming chapters). but starting off, MT Heeseung is a bit more intense. You have been warned lol but i promise, he's still a stud (like the MGR version) and the story is all still sexy and juicy. The future smut chapter is just going to be a bit intense.

Pairings: Heeseung (Yandere?) X Fem reader (mythological bloodline, siren)

Warnings: Mentions of enslavement, slave breeding (historical), slight recounts of violence, manipulations (powers) serenade, hypnotizing, and creepy behaviors of staring. I think that's it for this one.

-Begin Read-

The intensity of your heartbeat further escalated, pumping fast and hard, it felt as if it was going to explode out of your chest. With the gentle grip of your hand latched on to his, your eyes remained glued to his palm, fingers, the details of the veins, and minor imperfections. Your gazed zoned in on his fingernails, while your mouth started to part ways as you shivered slightly out of extreme anxiety and confusion. Taking note of your expression, though impressed on how lovely you still looked, Heeseung gently waved your hand while remaining his hold from the handshake, easing you to snap out of your gawking state, issuing you to look up and make eye contact with him.

You felt the sting of the teary coating on your eyes as you tried to get it together, slightly smiling yet your vision grew blurrier by the second as the glossiness increased, causing your eyes to twinkle like diamonds as you looked unto his dark, almond peepers. He opened his mouth faintly to take a deep breath, a gentle gasp as it were, as his eyebrows raised at the sight of moisture coating your beautiful eyes, though he couldn’t deny it, it had only made him infatuated with your appearance even more.

Feeling the pinched grip of his fingers around your hand, he asks if you were alright. Maintaining a half, lazy smile with heavy lids, your expression was hazy yet still sultry, deep down it was driving the young man mad, he never felt the urge to grab someone and hold them close, to embrace them, to push their body against his. The image of pressing your bodies together while he leans in as close as he can to stare into your eyes was all he could think of. He started to lose focus on your wellbeing as he was finding it hard to remain composed himself, up until you released his hand and placed yours gently over your chest and spoke out.

“Y…yes, I’m so sorry. I sometimes experience terrible heart burn and it was quite painful this time around. I apologize. Heeseung, was it? It is nice to meet you.”

You spoke as delicately as you could, although the shakiness in your voice was notable, Jennifer stepped over to your side, gently patting and rubbing your back and asking a staff waiter to bring some club soda for your “heartburn”. Heeseung on the other hand was quite shaken, it was obvious too, yet, since everyone had their attention towards you with pity, asking if there was anything you needed, when it came to Heeseung’s conspicuous expression, no one else noticed his lack of self-steadiness other than the irked woman at his side.

Shortly after, you all gathered around a large round table, seating yourselves waiting for the nights main event of live music to begin. Seated directly across from Heeseung, you avoided making direct eye contact, yet from the side you could clearly see that the man stared at you nearly the entire time. Though he wasn’t giving any harsh looks, his intrigued countenance was extreme as he studied every fine detail of your hair, face, and body. The way he rested his elbow on the table, stroking his fingers against his resting chin while memorizing every feature, raising an eyebrow every now and then, it may have seemed flattering to any other woman but for you, it made you feel uneasy. Despite how handsome and dashing he looked, you had your own reasons to be cautiously timid.

The obvious vibe of him wanting you was hard for you to ignore. It all was so strange, you were no stranger to the type of looks men gave your way, hell, even Jay and Jake had glanced at you from time to time, catching their breath each moment they took an eyeful of you, but with Heeseung, it was different. Far more different.

The look of desire was nothing out of the ordinary for you, it was just with him, it was much stronger, much ferocious, as if he was famished for you. Under any normal circumstance, men who looked your way with lust in their eyes never bothered you, it was easy for you to look the other way and break hearts as you pass each one, treating them like dust in the wind. With Heeseung, it was the first time you felt the urge to run and hide.

His gaze was intense, deep, and there was more than just lust and desire in his expression, you noted the beginning stages of this urge within him as he took in deep breaths every so often, the way his mouth parted when he stared at your face, his chest deeply heaving in slow motion, everything became ten times worse for you when you noticed him loosening his tie slightly as he stared at your side profile. Unbeknownst to him, you noted every single act without ever making it known, you did everything to avoid that awkwardness, so instead, you pretended to remain unaware. Yet it was just as hard, if not more awkward than being found out.

His hair parted off to the side, exposing his smooth forehead, was coming loose from its slick form as the front strands started to fall forward, barely brushing over his eyebrow. His tongue licking the inside of his cheek, as he occasionally bit down while tilting his chin down, causing his gaze to take on a rather sinister look, giving you a chill. Subtly taking those same fingers he used in stroking his chin, he delicately covers his mouth. Noting it, you wondered why but couldn’t lose your cover and face him to see, what was it that he was doing that he had to cover up?

Everyone else were so focused on the musical event, you and Heeseung seemed to be the only ones in the auditorium that wasn’t paying any attention, though you acted as you were, unlike the man who was obviously obsessed with staring at you.

After the live performance ended, the lights brightened from their dimmed state, everyone clapping at the artist in the front as he took his bows and disappears behind the curtain. Everyone adjusted their seating to face their plates, and continued conversing. To your horror, Heeseung never budged and remained focusing his gaze on you, only this time, his eyes drifted towards your chest, and parts of your waist that he could see in your seated state from above the table. His fingers gently remained hiding his mouth, he rested against them with his elbow still propped on the table. Your breath started to gain depth as your heart began beating faster and faster.

The servers brought out the bread baskets, Jennifer was seated between yourself and Jay, taking it upon herself as a caring person that she is, she grabbed the tongs and placed a piece of bread on each of your plates. You tried to relieve your mind by carrying on with the night, however, the attempt was interrupted the moment you reached towards the center of the table to grab a small butter ball for the bread. Just before your hand touched the bowl, Heeseung’s hand suddenly strikes out from his propped position and grabs on to your wrist. With the speed of a viper, your eyes widened at the sudden feeling of touch as his movement happened so quick, without any inclination, you didn’t have time to retract your hand or avoid him touching you.

The sudden sensation of warmth and skin overwhelmed you; you looked up at him, without his fingers to cover his mouth since they were now wrapped around your wrist, you noted the slight lick of his lips as he grazed his tongue over slowly, he did it in a manner that was faint enough to not look too suggestive, yet impossible to go unnoticed. His eyes were wide, his head faintly tilts to the side, your brows furrowed in confusion and slight fear hits as the sense of physical touch overwhelms you. Your hand shook underneath his, as much as you tried to control yourself to refrain from giving him any inclination of your discomfort. In return, he lightly scoffs and smirks at you while speaking in a low and deep tone.

“You should ask for vegetable spread instead, butter might aggravate your heart burn, yeah?”

His index finger rubs your wrist joint in an up and down motion, while his thumb slightly massages beneath it as he remains firm with his hold on you. It was too much for you to bear, you’ve never ever felt anything like this before. The only moments you could ever recall feeling any human touch was when you were in the ocean with your stepbrothers, your father, and even your mom as you all played beach volleyball and swam together. Yet, it was all a series of simple bumps, touches as you splashed water to each other, or even just holding hands as you played with the waves, but never like this, especially with someone you’ve never met and worse, outside of the ocean water.

There were a lot of factors that were unexplained, but the one thing that remained in your head the entire night since meeting Heeseung, a warning that your mother gave to you that same night you found out about your family’s ancestry.

Before you could fully think back to it, Heeseung’s constant rubbing of your wrist restricted you from gaining any tranquility to become pensive in thought. Instead, you nodded in agreement and retracted your hand back to your lap as his elbow returns to its usual spot and once again, props his foream, his hand retracts back up to his face as his fingers continue their previous act of rubbing his chin in amusement as he never breaks sight of you. The smirk remaining apparent, never leaving his face.

It was bewildering to you that everyone still hadn’t noticed Heeseung’s attention towards you, they were so caught up with conversating about everything else, even his date, Kourtney, was so invested with whatever gossip the group was enthralled in, that she barely took notice of his unusual behavior. Albeit if she had, it would have caused a major disruption as it wasn’t hard to see the woman had a jealous streak against you and remained latched on to his arm the entire time, even when you all had seated for dinner.

The evening meal went on with Heeseung still gazing at you, and you pretending to not notice, although by now, it was likely he may have figured out that you were avoiding his stare. The level of uneasiness became so apparent, it was obvious that you knew he was staring, yet he never stopped or even did anything to make it less obvious, instead, he smirked and lightly scoffed each time he noticed your breath hitched.

What was this? What behavior was this? This was getting so out of hand for you, it was eerie. He was brazening obvious with his gazing nature that your anxiety transitioned into fear and discomfort.

Finally, dinner was finished, but the night was still young, and the event was only getting started as the music continued to play, and everyone was encouraged to stand up and slow dance.

With her arm linked with Heeseung’s, as it had remained the entire event, Kourtney pulled and urged him to take her up to the front to dance, it was only at that moment that his gaze broke away from you and he looked at her with a disdained expression. For the first time tonight, you were internally grateful to Kourtney, never minding how unpleasant she had been towards you with the constant side eyes and glares she threw your way throughout the event.

With one final look your way, Heeseung agrees to take Kourtney to dance, taking her by the hand in a strong grip, leading her away into the crowd of dancing couples. Jennifer and Jay stood up, about to join in the frenzy as Jake and Martha made their way following behind Heeseung and Kourtney.

“Y/N, come dance with us.” Jennifer bids you as she gently grabs on to your arm.

Shaking your head, you politely declined and inform Jennifer of your departure.

“It’s alright Jennifer, actually, I’m not feeling too great, I’m going to go back home and rest.”

Jennifer slightly pouted, Jay leaned in and remarked how you rarely ate from your plate.

“Do you want us to drive you?” He offered.

Once again, you declined politely and stood. Leaning in, you gently pull Jennifer into a hug and gave a slight peck on her head as one close friend toward another and bid your goodbyes to the couple and encouraged them to enjoy the night.

“Okay well, call me tomorrow then? We’ll go grab coffee or something.” Jennifer exclaimed as you nodded and gave her a gentle pat on her shoulder to encourage her to not worry and to go on with her evening.

Since you were significantly older, friends that you’ve made along the way in life, such as Jennifer, were dear to you. You treated them as if they were younger sisters, although you never were blessed to have one in your family.

Growing up with only your stepbrothers, you cherished the moments when you developed a sisterhood, but it made your disconnection with them so much more painful. Each decade when you moved, changed your name, address, and phone number, you broke contact and disappeared from those that you met previously, all because you had to remain un-noticed as your appearance continued to remain ageless, much like your mother and the women in your family. It hurt to think about it, but there will be a time where you would have to do the same to Jennifer, and disappear without a trace, breaking that kindred friendship without so much as a final goodbye. You hated it but were left with no choice.

The valet staff called you a cab as you reached the main entrance of the prestigious hotel, leaving the ballroom as quickly as you could, you hid yourself to avoid being seen and more importantly, having Heeseung noticing you leaving. Something in your gut told you that he would have followed you with the way he had been behaving.

Anxiety hits you once more as you internally wished for the cab to hurry and pull up, fearing that he would emerge through the doors any moment trying to find you. To your delight, a cab pulls up and you seat yourself in the back, driving off with no sight of Heeseung. Finally, you felt as if you could breathe in peace as you gave the cab driver your address.

Walking into your large apartment, you didn’t bother turning on the lights, the room was illuminated enough by the large floor to ceiling windows that adorned your living room wall.

Plopping yourself on the couch, you sat and stared out the window wall, overlooking the entire city, the lights, the upper view of bustling people making way to all the late-night shops and clubs as the ocean waves in the boardwalk afar sprayed its salty scent in the air.

Now that you were alone and at peace, your mind traveled back in time as you remarked your mothers’ final words from that conversation so long ago, when you were just eighteen and learned of the shocking discovery of your ancestry, your body’s capabilities, and the fate that you and your mother shared, just like the women before her.

………

“Wha…what? Mama…I don’t understand.”

Your mother’s hand remains planted on her forehead, rubbing the temples with her fingertips as she tilted her head slightly, projecting the view of her eyes to look at you rather tiresomely.

“…I’m saying Y/N, you have to be careful…”

Her words scared you. Not only that, but it also further spiraled you into a state of deep confusion. Why was she being so vague? Was it because she thinks you don’t believe her? After telling her what happened during the family’s trip?

“Mommy…what do you mean? Be careful of what? Please just be completely open because…because I’m scared. I’m scared Mama.”

You could feel the tears starting to build up in the ducts of your eyes, yet she remained nearly emotionless.

“Y/n, listen to me…you need to promise me, promise me that if you ever come acr-…”

She choked up as she stopped mid-sentence. Clearing her throat, she attempts once more to tell you of the dangers that solely affect you, her, and all the women in your family before you.

“Promise me that, if you ever come across one, you get away. Do you understand? You get far away, don’t stop for anything. If you meet one, you have to run, and stay away. The farther, the better.”

Your mother nearly stumbled over her words as she kept issuing her warning.

“…Come across what though? What am I supposed to run away from?” Tears streamed down your face; everything was too much for you to intake all at once. The confession of your bloodline, what happened three years ago at the family trip to Greece, and now this abrupt warning your mother issued as she concluded the storytelling of the first ancestor, Celine.

She looked back at the window and stared at the moon for just a moment, looking back into your eyes, she tells you.

“An Adam.”

…………

“Adam? Like the name?”

“First Man…” your mother stated, signifying the meaning behind the danger that she bids you to stay away from, elaborating her words of caution.  

“Adam’s is what the women in our family use to refer the descendants of a clan from Macedon, they were collectively called the Sons of Adam. A clan that has been around for a very long time, Y/n. My grandmother told me that because of history’s repeated disasters of war, famine, disease and poverty, majority of the clan diminished. If there had been any remaining, it would be a very small group, distant descendants that probably have no idea of their ancestry. With them evolving along with the rest of humanity, for hundreds and thousands of years, there’s a likely chance that the bloodline has been diluted and forgotten about. If there were any, they would be so far from the direct line of their ancestors.”

You listened intently to her, noticing that her voice was a lot steadier as she repeated the lessons her grandmother gave to her.

“But still…” She continues. “We can never be too careful.”

“What would they do to us? And why?” You urged her to answer, inquiring deeply yet you felt bad for opening that door, after seeing your mother wincing her eyes upon receiving your question.

Before Celine left the sea and married her mortal husband, many of her sisters, were hunted down and captured or killed by the Sons of Adam. It was back when Sirens and humans were at constant war against each other. With the Sirens controlling the sea, they gained the upper hand and became unstoppable and undefeated. They developed a ruthless and violent grudge against mortals for staining their mark on the creations of their forefathers.  

The Sons of Adam, though it is unknown why, were immune against all the Siren’s abilities. Even their ability in the water was superior to that of any other man, and it wasn’t favorable to the Sirens.

The maidens used their voices, and their hypnotizing chants, yet nothing deterred any Adam. The only thing that would affect them, was the Siren’s enchanting beauty, yet the effect only served as motivation for the Adam’s to capture the Sirens instead of killing them off.

The Siren’s resorted to their most notable capability, which was known in slaying thousands of ships at a time, the mortals called it the Siren’s Edge.

“What’s that? The Siren’s Edge?” You questioned as your mother retells the history behind Adams and Sirens.

“Back in the old days, people called it that because they say that whoever falls into the trap of a Siren who “edges” it made you feel as if you were breaching the edge of a cliff, leaning over to fall to your death. That was the feeling many would feel as they witnessed it. It’s stupid and silly, but that was our most useful weapon to destroy kingdoms and armies.” Your mother recounted the verbal notes of her grandmother’s lesson.

Reaching over to the side, your mother grabs an old book she had brought in. Flipping through the pages, she hands it to you and gives a subtle notion for you to read the inscription. Taking the book, it appeared it was an old diary of some sort, too old and barely held together by woven threads, you remarked the worn leather of the book cover only to find it wasn’t leather, but whale skin. The pages were notably patched and made by hand, evident by the thick crustiness of the mâché patterns, creating a blotchy dried connection of various colors and texture. You read the inscribed details of the page your mother booked marked for you, it was a detailed account by a sailor who wrote down his horrid experience when his ship and crew came across a group of Sirens. 

“March 01, Year 1432,

Amid the midst of my travels, I have seen many great hallmarks of God’s country and his never-ending sea of blue. Never would I have imagined that beauty could exist in the form of ugliness. Up until the day we had set sail, our ship glazed towards the coast of the Sparta Island, where she steadied herself against the tropic waters.

It was there that I had witness an image that I have begged God to take back. Others and myself have prayed countless times, but alas, the face of pain remains painted in my eyes, and their screams echo in the depths of my soul.

It was my first at seeing a siren, and as the rumors followed, she is a beauty that is incomparable. It was alarming. For though we have heard of their violent temperament, their faces appeared gentle and calm, like the tranquil waters of the Mediterranean or the whispering waves of the Baltic Sea. Instantly, she became the Aphrodite to every man’s dream.

I watched from a distance, as the men who gazed upon them directly, succumbed to the effects of what I believe to be, the Sirens Edge. Mark my words upon reading this inscription, one must never blink their vision upon her as she edges, for a glance to a single strand of her hair is enough to trap him in the darkness of her creativity.

I watched, as her beauty became fiercely vibrant, her features, which normally reflected the heavenly attributes of Venus herself, would transform. The lightness and pastel colors in her hair, lips, and eyes, would turn bold and dark, reflecting the color palate suited for Hades in the underworld; the fairness of her appeal turned into a different type of beauty. One that I could never forget, though it pains me to say a part of me refuses as it was something I have never seen before. Their beauty does something to every man, from the depths of my being I roared in lust and desire like never before. It was a beauty unheard of, unforeseen and unread. It was both seductive and sinister, sultry, and alluring, reflecting the powers of sex and lust. It was a feature that no woman I’ve seen in my day could ever attempt to encompass, let alone expel it. Truly, the sight of her is a blessing, the sight of her on edge, is a sin.

As I witnessed it, I yearned to see more of her. Possibly succumbing to the effects of it as well, though I was fortunate to not be subjected in their direct sight. What I saw following, had all but shocked me to death, as I heard her voice speak out, compelled the men to tell her that they loved her, that there was no other woman like her. I watched as I heard the desperation in their voices as they answered, the look of torment as the strongest desire to hold her and feel her against their own body drove them to near madness.

I watched…as she receives her answers and make her demands on to them. The Siren beseeched the men to do harm onto themselves and to each other, acts of torture that no mortal could ever be devious enough to think of, it was unimaginable and unspeakable. Her voice, that was once pure and sounded like the whistling of bells, turned deep and slow, it carried the demonic aura much like the warning cries of the raven. Her mind would drift to ideas as she ordered them to set themselves aflame and burn alive, or to flay the skin off their own bodies.

Another told the men to slit their chests open and rip their hearts out, wanting them to present it as a token of their love for her.

I watched as one by one, each sea maiden toppled one torture over the other, and worse…I witness the fear in each man’s eyes as they were forced to do it upon themselves. The skin of their faces ripping from the pains of their screams. Dear God, how could demons exist in such beauty? How could it?

Should the sirens remain present, even leagues away within the sea, humanity will fall. For I fear their bloodlust is too great and demanding on them, our ships will never pass through the minor, we will henceforth become trapped by them, for I have seen with my own eyes, these maidens, when in water, will form tails of a fish with scales that shine and glisten like new steel. When outside the water, they carry long slender legs, appearing like mortal women with beauty incomparable, tricking any man that dare step near them. As God as my witness, we are all on the brink of destruction.”

The clan killed off many sirens, nearly all of them, but preserved a small number for capture and enslavement, where they became the clan’s slave-breeders. The Adams bred with the unworldly maidens to produce the future generation offspring of Adams, so that they would gain the powers of Poseidon, enhancing their unexplained abilities or even gaining new ones, such as decreased aging and extended lifespans. They even would inherit the trait to serenade, an ability that made the Sirens well known for.

Adams and their descendants never sire daughters, only sons. It’s one of the phenomenal traits of their lineage, and it has always remained that way since the 8th century when the clan was formulated.

Sirens and their descendants can only have daughters, to continue the generation of Sirens. Yet, when it came to the offspring of an Adam, it was discovered by those that were enslaved, that the continuation of the clan’s bloodline overpowered the genealogical trait of Poseidon’s daughters, thus with an Adam, a Siren will bear sons, the only time they produce males.

After explaining the history between the two bloodlines just as her grandmother had done to her. There was a slight pause of silence that filled the room. It permitted you to take a moment to understand certain aspects of your life that you used to find odd or questioned. Such as your stepfather and his sons from a separate marriage, were always remarked as being the only males in your mother’s side of the family, it never dawned on you yet now, it all made sense. In your mother’s family line, it was all females, aside from their husbands who all remained unaware of their fate. Your mother explained that when the time comes, after being married toa mortal man and for the family secret to remain undetected, the women in your family would disappear without a trace, much like how you did with your friends each decade.

“The women in our family will never expose the truths, as much as it pains us. It’s only natural, we have come so far from the first-born Sirens, we no longer have a ruthless hatred against mortals. We don’t. The women in our family all have loved, married, and bore daughters with mortal men, spending many years with them as loyal and committed wives. Of course, we would be saddened at the prospect of suddenly vanishing and leaving them.”

You took note of what she was saying and glanced up at her. “Where do they go?”

Your mother looked at you and smiled, again, it was a smile filled with sadness and slight grief as she voices out the fate of the women before her, the fate that she will have to follow suit someday.

“We go back to the Adriatic Sea, the birthplace of Sirens. That is our fate, well, if you marry a mortal, it���s an unspoken pact that allows us to remain free and undetected, yet it’s a lonely continuation of our life as we roam the oceans trying to find the remaining Sirens or drifting to an undiscovered island. We will never live on manmade land ever again once we enter the water.”

Your breath paused. That didn’t sound like a life to live at all, but neither did walking on egg shells and living amongst people, placing yourself at risk of coming across the one thing your mother shook at speaking of, the Adam’s.  

Replaying your mother’s warning in your head, the shocking intrusion of her warning submitted a spiral of chills up your spine as her voice echoes in your head while the image of Heeseung’s hand gripping yours remained as a still image in your line of sight.

“So if I did meet … an Adam. How will I know?”

You recalled asking the question with a shaky voice.

“…You’d feel him.”

Pure shock stuns you into a trance, her words suddenly pierced your ears the moment you brought her warning to memory, the felt of Heeseung’s touch came back to your senses and felt as if it was crawling on your skin.

“You mean…as in touch…like their skin? We can feel them physically? Even without being in the water?”

“Everything, Y/n.”

Nearly cutting you off, her soft-spoken voice calmly follows suit of your pondering questions without missing a beat as she continues.

“We can and we would feel everything. Even without being anywhere near the ocean. That is the most significant way to tell, since the beginning of time, Adams became the only man that Sirens can feel. That means, they can inflict pain and we would feel it. Outside or beneath our skin. It is the one true weakness that we have, the Clan of Adams.”

“Then…what then? If I run, where do I go? Does that mean I…I have to go to…”

One last sigh of the night, and your mother looked at you with a very subtle look of relief as she answers your questions with the words that was accompanied by a sorrow-felt smile.

“No different from the ones that married, you too will have to go back to the sea.”

………

****omg wtf is wrong with Tumblr in this tagging business. freaking aye! wont let me add or select all the tags. Geezus Tumblr you only have like one freaking job.

#heeseung hard hours #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #heeseung scenarios #enhypen smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung hard thoughts #enha x reader #enha heeseung

[bomberqueen17]

yah ok

well as expected i got like zero time for tumblr now that i am at the farm full time. what haven't i updated about lately.... hmmmmm....

oh my finger is healing very well, i pulled the stitches out myself after researching it and getting good advice from a couple of friends, and it's totally closed up, healed super clean-- thanks hydrocolloid band-aids!!!-- and it'll be a scar but not a gnarly one. the tip of my finger is still ssssort of numb, which is a bummer, but it's improving i think. I can't grip things with the pad of that finger because pressure hurts in a shocky kind of way, but that's also improving slowly. I can otherwise use my hand as normal and it's safe to get it wet, which is good because I've had to have it submerged in water almost constantly since i got here, between egg-washing and cleaning and the 165 lbs of pork sausage we're making this week and cleaning and doing dishes and egg-washing did i mention. (I washed and packed 96 dozen fucking chicken eggs on Monday and Tuesday. Come buy some goddamned eggs, locals. I've eaten so many.)

I don't think I posted about my propane fake-woodstove out in the cabin. BIL bought it for me off Facebook Marketplace, and set it up for me-- I've bought the stuff for the cabin, it's my cabin, but he bought this and wouldn't even tell me how much it was, which was sweet of him. It's real real cute, and it hooks up to a thermostat, but I have not used it that way; the cabin is well-insulated enough that what I do is I turn it on when I get there in the evening, sit in front of it until it's time for bed, and then turn it off, and since it's spring it hasn't been a problem to just wake up and come down and maybe turn it on for a little bit while I get dressed but maybe just deal. The cabin holds the heat well enough it's not been too bad. I'll put a photo of it behind the cut.

What else! I don't know that there's much else. Oh yeah I did spend the weekend in NYC, traveled down on the train with Dude and then he stayed on the train back out to Buffalo on Monday when I got off in Albany. I was just on Manhattan tho, I didn't go anywhere. I just visited my beloved mammoth in the museum of natural history, and about drowned in all that rain, and wikipedia-spiraled about the Dead Rabbits, as one does.

OK time for a photo of my fake woodstove.

[image description: the corner of a wooden-walled interior, featuring what looks like a cast iron woodstove with a glass front, except the fire is very blue and weirdly even.] It's not quite that blue in real life, the phone was doing stupid exposure-adjustment tricks which makes it look like fairy fire. But it's kinda pretty IRL too, I promise.

Also very cozy, so, I'll take it.

#about the author #farm life #tiny house living

[clementine-kesh]

Still Emh x Tom anon. Name's Levi btw, I'll just say that from now on so it's easier. So. About the "good little mouse" line. I haven't watched Dragon's Teeth yet but Kate Mulgrew hot so ofc I looked into it and first off, unfortunately, I had to learn it's actually "good rat", not "good little mouse" which is a bit less sexual but still nice. Then I tried finding the scene on YouTube (or technically NewPipe) but couldn't so I went to that gdrive and just skipped ahead until I found it and ummmmm 😳 Like I said the fact it's not "good little mouse" is slightly disappointing but her tone! Oh my god her tone... if she were my boss and said stuff like that to me in that tone, I'd never get anything done and might in fact combust on the spot holy shit

[Following bit can be skipped, cancels out anyway, I did research while composing the ask]

(also I just googled and like. Kate Mulgrew is allegedly single rn and I mean not like I have a realistic chance but. wait nvmd I just read on wikipedia she's pro-life and supports ffl and I found out they even gave her a prize back in 2000, F in the chat 😔 WAIT hold the presses I did some more googling & found a tweet from just last year where it turns out she actually does support abortion but also wider access to contraception esp for racial and class minorities (I can send the link if you like) and she even acknowledges that some non-women can get pregnant and basically yea I'm back to being in love with her)

Sorry for that tangent lol anyway I'll be Kathy's good rat anyday. Who said that

-Levi

i appreciate you sharing the journey this took you on also literally so real kate mulgrew’s acting just makes her seem like she’s flirting with everyone all the time. people will post pictures of her with whoever they ship her like “look how she’s looking at them 😭❤️” and like i think that might just be her face

[dullahandyke]

Also I'm gonna try making one liveblog post again ‼ heres case 2 part 2

Was prompted to go into nikolina's cabin but I paused for a sec and sighed and panned to the right and there sholmes was hanging off of a desk bug like. It took several moments for me to gather the strength to engage with him

Sidenote I hate the new names for the Russian characters... pavlova? For real? What were their og names I'm gonna Google it

Ok borchevic isnt that much better but it's not fuckin pavlova!! So

Also I love the susato sprite where shes turned to look at something in the background with u... all the sprites of characters turning towards things of interest r so nice it rlly makes the space feel real. Adds on to the killer cinematography in here

Also also I need to get more like sholmes. This is a bad thing but at least he is not masking (I also dont do a lot of masking but I could do less of it)

DHHWJWJAK HIS FALLING ANIMATIOM IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED BY HIS BOXING ANIMATION.... he is so comical and animated I love it. Need that to be me

Hes so real for that tho. Singing is so fun if u keep me from singing I'll kill u dead

Also I love his little cap flip animation. A bit stupid but that's fine

(I already have plans to add a sholmes sticker to my laptop once I finish this game)

Everyone has headaches 🤨 I personally blame a gas leak. Those r always happening on old shit arent they

Nikolina has dresses n shit in her wardrobe she didnt before... what did she unpack or something ? Maybe the cat did it. So helpful

Also the bookshelf being in the cabin is so cool the way it's set into the wall like that... dream house feature. Fuck a pool I want a book hole

I like the solution to the locked room being the ship tilting that's nice and fun

'Isnt there anyone who can help me out of this mess' ryuu calls. Deep breath. Pan left. Sholmes is hanging off the coat rack

Love sholmes w the tiara... u just know iris has So much fun doing dress up w him and he is equally as delighted

IRELEVANT SNAKE???

Btw the logic and reason spectacular continues to fuck

Asougi on the floor during the spectacular.... :(

Also poor nikolina she seems so scared

Love how susato knows Facts and Knowledge... RIP girlie you would have loved pub quizzes

Ryunosuke naruhodou objectum ally... 'well if the teapot is her friend that's fine, we're all different' ryuu I trust u w my life

LOVE IT WHEN RYUU DOES THE SPECTACULARS hes getting in the facking groove!!!!!

Also love how smooth all the sprites r... the mocap so awesome

We need to get ryuu and susato some kittens.... they would love Cute Kitten Video Compilation

Sidenote I love asougi's shin things. Cunt-tastic

I have to say this is rhe first aa game that I'm not watching a playthru of or cheesing with a walkthru and I'm having fun yippee!!!

I do wonder how long the case is gonna be tho

The percussion in all this music is so awesome

Wait hold on a sec. If ryuu was being framed then that means there was someone else who knew ryuu was stowing away

Sidenote but I've been wondering, what did ryuu tell his family about him going to London? Becauss it seems like literally only he and asougi knew if they weren't even letting susato in on it. Did he tell them he was going somewhere totally different? Did he just disappear? Is he now on the missing persons list? I mean I Guess he could be an orphan but theres that whole ryutarou thing and I'd imagine he would need at least one additional family member to pull that off

We need to get susato access to wikipedia I think she would love it

We also need to get sholmes access to a fidget cube

Ryuu? We can get him access to a nice hearty meal. He deserves it

Ryuu getting distracted by strogenov's beefy arms... 🤐🏳️‍🌈

Nikolina... she looks like a small sad kitten

Wahhhhhh asougiiiiii... so niceys to nikolina...

Whenverr they show asougi I get so sad.. . RIP gayboy I loved u

The final deduction of the wardrobe.... :(

:(

The music is fucking w me too...

I know she killed asougi but cant we let nikolina go.... everyone is being so hard on her she is 15

OH NOOOO SUSATO SAD.... :(((

SUSATO SMIIIIILE YAY :)

SUSATO SHOWING HER THROWS TO SHOLMES... :) friends

Case over.... AAAAAAA!!!! now I am hungry but bubbles is atop me so ig I'll just answer texts... if shes still not up by the time I'm done then we'll see about starting case 3 but doubtful

#the gaelic athletic attorney

[kindofblue28]

I found your post recommending Faust the other day when I was looking for recent posts about the Gadget games, then went ahead and watched a playthrough, and I’m glad I did even if I don’t fully understand the story. That GameBoomers forum thread did help to clear some things up, at least. I don’t know where the hell the Wikipedia plot summary describing Marcellus as the Devil got that idea from, that doesn’t seem to be the case at all, somebody should change that.

Man, that final part with Giselle hit pretty hard, though it’s undercut a bit by that sitcomy ending. This game has a tone problem, that’s for sure. Do you think it’s an exaggeration on my part to call Geoffrey Bateman (I think that’s him?)’s performance as Mef one of the best vocal performances for a video game character? The character displays a wide range of emotions and he nails it, when he laughs it sounds like he’s laughing for real. I’m so glad that the voice of Loge/Loki from RLOTN got to be in the spotlight for something somewhat better.

I think Drowned God and - to a lesser extent - Gadget have already filled up too much real estate in my brain for me to want to dive super deep into the lore and stuff, but I’ll be looking forward for your fan website to see the concept art and all that! As one of the very few people on this Earth who has bothered to document Drowned God’s completely absurd story and try to explain it, plus Gadget’s too a little, I get how kinda lonely it feels to want to reach out and tell others about such a weird thing that has interesting ideas despite its faults.

I’ll be busy for the next several days, but maybe in the near future I’ll make a TV Tropes page for Faust, and if I have any questions about characters and story elements. I feel like that site can do quite a bit to spread the word about these types of media and help clarify stuff.

Hey! Just wanted to say thanks for sending me this ask!! I'm very glad that post helped you find that game, and really happy to see another Gadget fan too. I can understand being confused about the story- I was very confused on my first couple of playthroughs too, if you have any questions I'd be glad to answer them about this game. Wasn't even aware of the stuff with the Wikipedia article- I'll try and look and see what I can do about that, because… whew, that's VERY wrong! Also completely agree with you on the part with Giselle. Really hits me hard and like, 9/10 makes me cry whenever I play thru that part- its message really helped me. Though yeah, I agree on the ending too. I feel like this game has such an issue of like, going way faster than it needs to be. I feel like a lot of the messages don't have enough time to really sit and get their point across, like, you just immediately get thrust into the end stuff after that, and doesn't even let the horror element of what happened sit? It stinks, and even if I hold this game in a really high regard, it's VERY flawed and all over the place.

Also, I definitely think Geoffery Bateman did FANTASTIC as Mef. I've listened to his roles in other Arxel games and this definitely feels like one where he got to shine- I feel like his other roles he's stuck in ones where he just sounds monotone and disinterested, where his performance of Mef sounds like, super believable and not forced at all :)

Also, can understand not wanting to dive super deep into the lore, I mean, it's been like that for me with Gadget, Faust took up too much of the braincells for this year and even if I own most of the supporting material for Gadget I just don't think I have the brain energy to dive super deep into it right now, so I totally get ya. Also cool you're a Drowned God fan- I meant to play that sorta soon, it's a game that's been on my list for years, if you took the time to play Faust, I got to at least give you the time with Drowned God too. More of these small games like these really need to be remembered- they have something to say! About the site, I hopefully should have SOMETHING up eventually. I've been kinda conflicted on the stuff in regards to Faust though, as I've debated having it moved to a wiki framework- and that might just be too much effort for one game, and I wouldn't want to be the one to make a wiki on Arxel Tribe games, as I haven't played most of them. I was planning to host the website on Neocities but my website building skills are VERY poor and that's just been stopping me from doing the pages themselves, I have the info, just not the skills :(

Either way, thank you for your ask (and your time!), you've been very kind. If you want to talk about the game at all I'm here on tumblr or on Discord (same username) :) Peace!

#asks #faustposting #7gotsposting

[thetldrplace]

Sicily: An Island at the Crossroads of History. Ch. 12- Joseph and Joachim

The "Joseph" and "Joachim" the chapter title refers to are Joseph Bonaparte, Napoleon's brother, and Joachim Murat, his brother in law.  

In 1801 the French began pushing the Austrians out of northern Italy. King Ferdinand was under increasing pressure to return to Naples, him being, you know... the king and all.... but, being pissed at the Neapolitans for cheering the French invaders so quickly after they showed up, Ferdinand wanted nothing to do with Naples any longer. He did the next best thing to showing up himself and sent his son Francis and his wife Maria Clementina of Austria in his place.  

Since this part of "Sicilian" history concerns, as we have grown accustomed to, things happening off the island, I'll gloss over much of it.  

Napoleon was hard at work reorganizing governments of the new French republic, as well as governments in Italy, Holland, Germany, and Switzerland. He couldn't afford to continue hostilities with Britain. He then signed a treaty to withdraw from Naples. He sent his brother-in-law, Joachim Murat, to oversee the operation, and the Napoletani loved him. This dude was kind of a rock star- big flashy hair, smart uniforms, winning personality. Seriously, you need to look this guy up on wikipedia to see him. After the French left, Ferdinand no longer could put off returning to Naples.  

These years are a tedium of the same types of decisions made about "the kingdom of Sicily" by people who were not there, that has been a hallmark of Sicilian history. During this period, most of what concerned the kingdom of "Sicily" was, in fact, Naples, not the island of Sicily. 

After invading northern Italy, Napoleon proclaimed himself King of ALL Italy; he declared the kingdom of Naples to be no more, and sent his brother Joseph to rule there. Ferdinand split and went back to Sicily, but Napoleon shelved a French invasion of the island.  

The Sicilians by now understood that Ferdinand was a man-child who saw their land as nothing more than "a hunting reserve and occasional funk hole." Once again, most of the administrative posts had gone to Napoletani, leaving the Sicilian noble's sons out in the cold. Had Napoleon and the French invaded, they might not have met much resistance. 

Ferdinand, in the meantime, looking around for some French enemies strong enough to hold them off and protect Sicily, had invited the British to defend the island. The English not only took over the defense, but most everything else too. They also pumped a fair amount of money into the economy, which brought them no small amount of acceptance from the islanders. How to win friends and influence people? Money talks, amirite?

In Naples, Joseph had begun well enough with implementing Napoleon's reforms, but soon enough, Napoleon offered him the juicier post of the Spanish crown. Joseph duly left and Joachim Murat was chosen to take over the lesser Naples, which he and his wife considered beneath them.  

The TL;DR version of this chapter of Sicilian history: Sicily was the place the King of Naples escaped to, when he had to flee Naples. Since the French didn't want to invade the island, Ferdinand could safely stick his tongue out at the French and yell neener-neener-neener at them. The English were there and made things better for a bit. 

#sicily #sicilian history

[possumthebrave]

Hello Again! An Update Following My Initial Leave of Twitter.

Originially I said I 'left twitter', a while back and said you'd see more of me over here on this site... Except I didn't leave. Didn't have a good enough reason to at the time. Now I got a pretty big fucking reason. I got logged out of my account and I refuse to pay for twitter blue just to have a basic fucking safety feature. So expect to see more of my art here! I guess I should start with an actual introduction on who I am and why I'm here-

you see, this is the part where I'd just hold down the backspace button because I'm worried about running out of space but I'm not limited by 200 some-odd characters anymore so if you see bits of text that look like this, it's just me thinking. I tend to do quite a lot of that. So you'll catch me rambling from time to time.

People call me Possum. Or Poss. (Call me whatever, just don't call me late for dinner lol.) And I am a complete and total wreck of a human being lmao. I keep my head down 100% of the time, trying to stay out of everyone's way, but that's mostly in public.

I'm a digital artist! Or... Trying to be. I draw mandalas, these things:

(Thangka painting of Manjuvajra mandala btw thanks Wikipedia) Well. ^THIS^ Is a traditional mandala. My mandalas typically look like vTHISv

(lol this is the second one I ever drew all the way back in 2019)

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They tend to deviate from the traditional mandalas but still retain the original description of 'a geometric configuration of symbols' Sometimes I think I draw the details too fine, and I'm worried it all blurs together so if a piece looks a bit strange I implore you to zoom in and look around my pieces! I'll mark which ones I think you'll need to zoom in on like the black and white one above.

That about concludes my little introductory post. I also have a redbubble store where you can buy stuff with my designs on that but it's not ready yet lol I'll be sure to link it when I get it situated later tonight. I look forward to getting to knowing you! ^^

[21-phanboys-at-th-chmicl-disco]

as i sit on my bed and wait for the next video to load so i can distract myself from feeling to much of the impending doom of tomorrow, i think about how much of an impact lying can have on a person, i think about how i want to walk away, i think about how i think, how i look at others i decide what is normal or what looks off.

One thought at a time.

lying, right? i think about how many times a lie can (and has) been rambled of to someone else. knowingly or unknowingly. i think about the impact a lie can have, i think about the lie when someone changed the wikipedia article to say that some deer or antelope's name is said like xylophone. i think about the lie about how pee can stop a jellyfish sting from hurting. i think about how the person who thought of that must've had a piss kink or something. one thought at a time. minds can wonder, you know? travel far off from the point. has this post been to long? remember, one thought at a time. right. remember how i said i saw on my bed? yeah, no. i'm in my bathroom. on the floor. typing. thinking. later i'll say that i walk to work, that i even have a job, and i'll be lying then too.

I think we have exhausted this thought.

i think about how i think. i remember analyzing other people to see where they put their hands while they walk, most people have their hands to their side. some have there hands in their pockets, and i think it looks a little odd. i remember that i stored that in the back of my head, to remember not to put my hands in my pockets while i walk. i remembered seeing someones phone in their pocket with a earbud wire coming out of said pocket and reminded myself to not put my phone in my pocket while listening to music, to instead annoyingly hold the phone in my hand instead of looking a slight bit off if you look close to the people i walk past on my way to work. i think about a time when i didn't think about things like that, looking odd or out of place. i must have been young, probably not older than 10. i think about my younger self, how she was, at one point, carefree and unknowingly annoying. i think i miss him. her. i think about referring to yourself (specifically your younger self) when you have changed things like pronouns or names. do you use the old pronouns to preserve what is left of your old self or your new ones.

One thought at a time. Remember?

no i don't, actually

Go back and look.

...

i messed up

Yes. Yes you did.

i messed up the order.

Fix it.

no

i think about how i want to walk away. not run, walk. walking away usually refers to getting out of a situation before it turns sour. or even after its turned sour. i think about how my life has gone, and if i can walk out on it.

That's wrong.

what?

Your walking away not walking out.

oh... right.

i think about how late it is. it's not that late in the grand scheme of things but it's late enough that my spelling isn't something to be admired. i think about the grand scheme of thing. thing about how big but small things are. i think about perspective. i think about letting go, about letting lose and being free. i think about how happy i could be. i can be. i think about-

i hear the small talk of to dudes with enough money to buy two microphones and a camera come through my earbuds and i freeze.

i think about lying and how i've lied.

i think about how i perceive myself and other, and how i hold myself because of it.

i think about walking.

i think about shutting my phone of and walking away. walking out. outside. onto the streets.

What are you doing in the middle of the road?

i think about how maybe i find a street that leads me back home.

Get out of the road, your going to get hit.

i think about the bright headlights to the side of me

GET OUT OF THE ROAD YOU WILL GET HURT

i think about deer

...

i think about blood on windshields

...

i thought about how i'll never find home

Idiot kid.

#a conversation with myself #kind of #long post #long poem #idk what this says about me #but it probably isn't good lol #i don't know what caused me to do this but oop can't go back #sat dec 3 2022 btw #a little past 10 o'clock #told you it wasn't that late #i've spent far to long thinking about this than i would have hoped #and it went completely of the rails from the thing i originally thought of #suicide tw #tw suicide #suicide #implied suicide #tw implided suicide #impided suicide tw #poem #again not real a poem but idk what to call it #a story maybe #essay??? #idk man #essay #story #story telling #short story

[time-variance-archive]

Sorry, I haven't made posts of my own for a while, mainly because I am a bit tired when I come back from work and I don't find the creative energy or the self discipline to do basic ressearches. My next posts include references to Henri Bergson's Time and Free Will, and watching a few more online classes about the Eddas and historical knowledge of the Norse myths.

But recently I got caugh in a very interesting conversation (tw for heavy topics) and while I don't want to include myself in the thread, I want to make my own post it.

I'm not sure where to begin, because violence in fiction is a very complex topic that have been discussed since humans make up stories. I don't have any moral ground to hold there and I think everyone's feelings and opinions on the matter have a value. I am not one of those poeple who scream against "antis" all day, because "anti" is a word that can mean anything and nothing at once (okay, I use it occasionally, always for specific situations like anti-Sylki, anti-Lokius, anti-series... it's just an easy way to name the sides of an argument). I think it's a mere courtesy to respect other poeple's triggers and emotional response, as well as their argumentation.

I think a good text to read on the matter is Aristotle's Poetics, but I am too lazy to look at anything else than the Wikipedia page and my few memories from college.

I think a good part of the "fandom wank" comes from an opposition of a Platonician and an Aristotelian approach of fiction. Some poeple take fiction as a symetrical imitation of the real world while other people read fiction in a more metaphorical way. I don't think any of those sides are better, especially because not all fiction is meant to be consumed the same way. I would say it is not appropriate to watch historical fiction the same way we watch fantasy.

Anyway, sorry if I'm rambling, I'll come to the point discussed here : does Mobius' interrogation methods qualify as torture, and is it appropriate within the narrative of the show ?

As @iamanartichoke said, fiction is subjective to a certain point and I agree. I've been talking about the time loop scene with several poeple in DMs and we confronted our perception of the scene, and how it clashes with the answers of @lucianalight and @tori-artemis.

I think a lot of poeple, me including, percieved the time loop scene as a memory loop, aka, not Loki being repeatedly beated by Sif, but Loki experiencing a memory of being repetedly beaten by Sif. It's not a big nuance, but it changes the whole meaning of the scene.

By putting the emphase on the memory aspect, the scene becomes an introspective moment. What matters here is how Loki reacts to the memory and how it shapes his character journey. After the first loop, Loki mocks the choice of memory, saying "I never thought about it again, because it was just a little fun". It takes him a few loops to come to the realisation he has hurt Sif, and to apologize. Interesting part, his apologies worked, even in a memory, and fake-Sif tells him "you have always been alone and you will always be."

What I understood of this scene is that sometimes, we have to think over and over about a past event to take a lesson from it. I think we've all been Loki there, remembering a morally dubbious deed with fondness or indifference. Wasn't it funny when we pranked the poor math teacher and they lost their temper ? Here, Loki comes to an important realisation : one of the reasons why he's been alone is because he was seeking attention the wrong way. It's only by admitting his wrong that he can take something out of the memory.

Note that my interpretation is purely doylist : the time loop scene serves as a visual metaphor for introspection. This is not an admission that Mobius was right or Loki deserved it, because I am in no way a TVA apologist. My feelings for Mobius are complex and I keep that for another post.

I hope I'm not offending anyone with this post, I am not interested in discourse at all and I have no claim that my interpretation of fiction is more valid than anyone.

@iamanartichoke @lucianalight @tori-artemis @rollychan @acertifiedmoron

#watsonian vs doylist #meta #morality in fiction

[queersturbate]

hiya i'd love to hear u talk more abt light's npd and mental issues bc u frame them in a rlly concise and informative way and i love reading them

hey!

i'm sorry it took a bit to respond to this you caught me having a bad mental health week and hating my npd specifically. But i think talking about it with a character i wholeheartedly adore would actually help. Also i love doing additional research on npd for Light because i read the articles and i just stare at it like looking into this weird cosmic mirror.

anyway, to get to the point. I've said what I think Light has and everything before, but i'll say it again: narcissistic personality disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, obsessive compulsive personality disorder (different from OCD, i have a post on it!), psychosis , and anxiety. I'm sure there's more that i would consider him having, like anti-social personality disorder which i dont have and have not done any research on so i cannot say if so, uh oh I know people also love Light being autistic alongside L. Honestly i really like that because it shows off different sides to autism, because you can be exactly like either and still be autistic.

but anyway, specifically with NPD, the general symptoms are a not caring about other's feelings/low to no empathy, sense of entitlement, not being able to take criticism at all, and wanting praise, recognition, and admiration at all times. Also with a majority of personality disorder, psychologists are not 100% how it's developed but most narcissists raise narcissists. My mother is a classic narcissist, and my dad hides his narcissistic traits better than her. However for Light, I don't think it was genetics but more-so environmental, but not to any fault of his parents.

Narcissists have a huge inflation of self worth, and coupled with a god complex, it can be overbearing. Light's "quick descent" into him being this all powerful god and him thinking he was CHOSEN for this job with the death note, him immediately going "im the only one that can do this" did not just come from no where when he picked up that notebook. L, the task force, near, etc never had that level of self importance and inflated view on themselves. Light had npd before he picked that notebook up. His disorder helped the curse of the notebook take hold much quicker and harder than everyone else, because Light was looking for a reason to be the person he thought he should be.

Also when I say "god complex", as opposed to what many people seem to believe it is not just believing you are god. or in tiktok users' cases, it does not mean you like to look at yourself in the mirror or you think you look good. A god complex is when you feel like you are owed something. The world, the universe, the people in your life, everything owes you something. you have an insatiable feeling of privilege. god complexes are an extenuation of narcissistic personality disorder. Also god complexes are not generally recognized as something to be diagnosed, lumping it in with narcissism. it's not recognized by the DSM it isnt a clinical term. An example of Light feeling this type of privilege is when he asks ryuk why he chose him. he was practically on his knees begging for Ryuk to say some grandiose thing about Light on why actual living God's chose him and only him for this 'job'

here for anyone still confused: A god complex is an unshakable belief characterized by consistently inflated feelings of personal ability, privilege, or infallibility. A person with a god complex may refuse to admit the possibility of their error or failure, even in the face of irrefutable evidence, intractable problems or difficult or impossible tasks. The person is also highly dogmatic in their views, meaning the person speaks of their personal opinions as though they were unquestionably correct. Someone with a god complex may exhibit no regard for the conventions and demands of society, and may request special consideration or privileges. (source: wikipedia because again, not a recognized, diagnosable disorder)

also my favorite thing to point out about npd is how behind all of this intense self importance and self righteousness and blahblahblah, is that it's all delusional, and im sure you know that. but listen, narcissists are delusional because we have this deep and vicious hatred of ourselves and are so so insecure that (im explaining this incredibly simply) just starts creating delusions of "no you're not, you are in a world full of idiots. you are better than them all. no one is better than you" blahblahblah (this is why i hate those tiktok videos where it's literally just "telling" the viewer this type of stuff and pass it off as confidence boosters or whatever like no girl knock it off) anyway, that why when anything in Light's plan goes wrong he has an utter meltdown, he cannot handle criticism and in this moment his only critique is himself since no one else knows about kira and if they do, they praise him and see him as a higher being.

alright! i've rambled enough! thank you for sending this ask! lmk if you want any more talk on the other disorders i listed. i only really just explained npd so sorry about thatsjdhdj

#death note #light yagami #light yagami headcanons #ask

[wheatley-imagine-scenarios]

Uh-

I'm not gonna lie to you, this is the most self indulgent post I've made and idk if it's gonna be funny to anyone who hasn't seen the original video. But whatever, here's a full script's worth of people getting mad at each other (namely Wheatley)

Rick: Without using the letter X, name a means to see inside somebody's body.

Wheatley: Eyes.

Rick: A bit more than eyes.

GLaDOS: Knife.

Wheatley: Well, I've seen inside someone with my eyes,,

Rick: I mean knife works, sure-

Wheatley: NO, EYES!

*laughter*

Wheatley: You can't see with no eyes, if you just have a knife with no eyes!

Rick: I needed more than eyes! How you get inside the body, you can't look just with your eyes, you need something else to get in there.

Wheatley: You can't look inside it without your eyes!

Nathan: He's not wrong.

Rick: Without using the letter D, name a musical instrument.

Wheatley: Mouth.

Pluto: Toot toot.

Rick: I heard mouth and toot toot, so no to either of those.

Wheatley: No, mouth is a musical instrument!

Rick: SHUT UP WHEATLEY, ITS NOT A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT

*more laughter*

Wheatley: You can sing!

GLaDOS: Trumpet.

Rick: Yep, that's- Alright.

Wheatley: This is 1000% bullshit,,

Rick: Without using the letter Q, name another word for silent.

Pluto: No talky-

Rick: No.

Wheatley: Unloud.

GLaDOS: Dead.

Rick: You know what, I'll give you dead.

Wheatley: I don't think you should give her dead.

Rick: Without using the letter G, name something you find in a garden.

Pluto: D- uh, Dog!

Rick: That has a G!

Wheatley: Me! Me, I'm in the garden!

Pluto: Poo, poo on the floor!

Rick: I'm gonna give it to Pluto, poo on the floor.

Wheatley: Wha- I said me! Why am I not in the garden?

Rick: You're n o t in the garden, you're lying!

Wheatley: I could be in the garden.

Rick: Without using the letter G, name something that helps you see better.

Wheatley: Eyes.

Rick: Now, this implies your eyes aren't already quite up to speed, something to help them get better.

Nathan: Binoculars.

Rick: That'll do. Without using the letter C, name a farm animal.

Wheatley: Moo-moo!

GLaDOS: Moo-moo?

Wheatley: Moo-moo! What else do you call it?

Rick: Without using the letter I, name something that can fly.

Wheatley: Me

GLaDOS: Plane.

Rick: Plane, GLaDOS gets plane.

GLaDOS: You can't fly, you don't have super powers.

Wheatley: No, I- I can fly a plane! Not well,,

Rick: Crashing doesn't count as flying. Don't give me that Toy Story shit! Without using the letter Y, name a mood.

Wheatley: Big.

Rick: Big mood,,

*intense laughter from around the room*

Rick: Without using the letter X, name a means to cut down a tree.

Wheatley: Hands

GLaDOS: Stop it.

Rick: Hands- Okay, You can't- I need more-

GLaDOS: This isn't fucking minecraft.

Wheatley: It's a very thin tree! It's a small tree, you can break a small tree!

Rick, laughing: I need more than hands, you need to be holding something.

Wheatley: Yeah, with your hands!

Rick: I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him.

GLaDOS: I hate you, I hate you as a person.

Wheatley: I just go *makes cracking sound* and I've done it.

Nathan: That's not cutting, that's cracking.

Wheatley: Well, let's just wikipedia what the term cut means.

*one wikipedia search later*

Wheatley: Yes, it does say with a sharp object or objects,,

Rick: How sharp are your fucking hands, dickhead?

Wheatley: They could be pretty sharp if I grow my nails out.

Rick: Not your hands, though, is it? That's your nails.

GLaDOS: I think it might be a saw, Rick.

Rick: Without using the letter T, name something in your mouth.

Nathan: Dick.

Wheatley: Lips?

Rick: Lips are not in your mouth.

GLaDOS: Gums.

Rick: I'll give you gums.

Wheatley: Why didn't I get lips? This is injustice.

Rick: Without using the letter E, name a large animal.

Pluto: Big dog!

Wheatley: A tree.

Rick: A tree?

GLaDOS: A tree??

Rick: That's not an animal, AND it has E's.

Nathan: A dinosaur.

Rick: Yeah, I'll give you that. Without using the letter L, name something that you turn on when it gets too dark.

GLaDOS: My girlfriend.

Rick: Oh- That has an L.

GLaDOS: Your wife.

Rick: Uh, no.

GLaDOS: You don't know what she's thinking about.

Rick: That would be a good point, if I actually had a wife.

Wheatley: Fire!

Rick: Fire, yep, I'll give you fire. Without using the letter O, name a nocturnal animal.

Wheatley: GLaDOS.

Rick: That definitely has an O.

Wheatley: Oh, shit-

Rick: Without using the letter F, name an animal that can swim.

Wheatley: Me.

Nathan: Elephant.

Rick: Alright, fuck it, Wheatley gets the point. Sure. Without using the letter U, name something you use to protect yourself from rain.

Wheatley: Condom, but like,, a full body one.

Pluto: Knife!

GLaDOS: A big gun, shoot the rain.

Rick: Gun has a U!

Pluto: Indoors

Rick: Yes, I'll give you indoors. Without using the letter L, name something you use to get to higher places.

Wheatley: Legs- No, shit-

Rick: Without using the letter M, name something you get out of a cow.

GLaDOS: Secrets-

Wheatley: *laughs* THE TRUTH

*more laughter*

Nathan: Beef.

Rick: Beef, yes. Without using the letter N, name someone in the hospital.

Wheatley: Dying,, boy.

Rick: That has an N in dying!

GLaDOS: Greg.

Rick: Greg-? No.

Nathan: Corpse.

Rick: Sure. Without using the letter C, name something you use to take photos with.

GLaDOS: Photographer.

Wheatley: Phone.

Rick: Photographer I'll go with.

Wheatley: NO- NO IT- H A N D S, IF HANDS DOESN'T DO IT, WE'RE NOT GETTING PHOTOGRAPHER! You don't take a photo with the photographer! You don't use a photographer to take a photo, the photographer takes the photo themselves. No, bullshit. 1000% bullshit. Rigged.

GLaDOS: What's wrong, Wheatley?

Wheatley: If hands doesn't work-

Nathan: Hands don't cut, okay?

Wheatley: No- AND YOU DON"T TAKE A PHOTO WITH A PHOTOGRAPHER! I'm looking up the definition of 'with' now.

Rick: Next question! Without using the letter Y, name something that happens every year.

Pluto: Death,,

Wheatley: ...

Rick: I guess?? Without using the letter M, names something you find in space.

Pluto: Sun!

Rick: Sun! I'll take that. Without using the letter B, name something a mother has after 9 months of pregnancy.

Nathan: Pain.

Rick: Uh-

GLaDOS: Regrets.

Rick: No, like, what is the end result? What is the product?

Wheatley: Is it a child?

Rick: Child, there we go. Without using the letter Z, name a place full of animals.

Wheatley: Africa.

Pluto: *Wheezes*

Rick: Uh- he's not wrong.

GLaDOS: No, he's not,,

I would have put the score at the end like they kind of did in the video, but I didn't want to count up the points.

#wheatley #human wheatley #glados #human glados #rick #rick adventure core #human rick #nathan fact core #nathan the fact core #pluto space core #space core #portal 2 #incorrect quotes

[korpikorppi]

The Untamed costumes extra

Wei Wuxian's iconic red underwear

Before I continue the actual series of posts looking into the character costumes, I thought I'd take a quick look at Wei Wuxian's signature red underwear. He wears this combo with so many of his outfits that it is easier to have a separate post to link back to than repeat these things each time (I am being lazy 😁).

Ok. Let's first repeat my very limited, Wikipedia-stolen knowledge on hanfu underwear. The innermost layer (inner garments, the actual underwear, I guess) typically comprises the zhongyi (中衣) or zhongdan (中單): a pair of underpants and an undershirt. Like you can see Wei Wuxian wearing here:

Even though here he is wearing a white undershirt that is most likely one of Lan Zhan's ❤. Anyway, moving on.

A separate, typically pleated skirt, chang (裳), seems to be standardly worn over the shirt and pants, under the middle layer (the inner robe). According to the Wikipedia article, the skirt can also be considered as part of the middle layer (or one of the middle layers), but in these costume posts I have always clumped it with the underwear, the inner(most) layer.

So onto The Red Underwear (I've also seen this called The Red Robe of Sin, which is quite adequate), of which we of course get the first proper view in the cave of the Xuanwu in episode 13.

So, a full-body view (unfortunately quite blurry in this blow-up). A red shirt, and a red skirt (some of the pleats can be seen below his hand), all good. A nice hole above the heart (I'll get back to that).

Black underpants, typical of Wei Wuxian. Poor Wangji, the hardships he has to endure 😁.

We get another good look at Wei Wuxian in his underwear Wei Wuxian's underwear in episode 23, when he is recuperating in Lanling from his use of the Jin Tiger Seal during the Sunshot Campaign.

The first thing to note is his figure the fact that what he is wearing is not a shirt, but actually a full length robe! The second thing to note is that Wangji has clearly gotten used to the idea of Wei Wuxian in his underwear. The third is that Wei Wuxian is demurely holding the neck of his robe closed, awww. Now compare this to when he was talking with shijie a bit earlier:

Lan Zhan is making him feel a bit self conscious ☺. Here we can see that he is clearly not wearing a separate undershirt; the same is true for the Xuanwu cave, I think, because there is nothing visibe either at the neckline or at the hole made by the branding iron. So he seems to be wearing an underrobe instead of an undershirt. And just a note that the colour is an exact match with his hair ribbon, nice.

The red robe really is full length, with a beautiful drape (material is silk satin, perhaps). And he is wearing black underpants again (if he wasn't, he probably wouldn't be sitting like that... ok, moving on).

A side view. From this it looks like there might be splits at the sides, but I really cannot say for sure. Those would add freedom of movement.

I also started thinking if he actually does wear a separate skirt on top of this robe. It looks like that from the Xuanwu scenes, but I wanted further confirmation. So I took a sidestep to bts material. This material, particularly:

Poor me, the hardships I have to endure 😶. And yes, he is definitely wearing a pleated skirt over the robe. The upper edge of the skirt is clearly visible at the waist (that waist 🥵!), as are the pleats.

I also think that it is possible to see both the skirt and the hem of the under robe in this shot, draped over his right boot, with a slight difference in the colour and sheen of the fabrics. So it seems Wei Wuxian is wearing two long undergarments (plus the underpants!) beneath his middle and outer layers (at least with some of his outfits). No wonder poor XZ was suffering from heat!

And this picture? No more reason than him being very pretty and there still being room for one more ❤. But I can perhaps point out that there is some extra length in the sleeves, possibly so that when he wears his armguards, the sleeves can be pulled up a bit leaving some extra fabric and more room for movement at the elbow. There.

#character costumes #character costumes: wei wuxian #the untamed costumes #the untamed #cql #mine #character costumes extra

[gaykey]

Hello again, this is the new blinger anon! I listened to some of your recs and boooy hallelujah and cocktail is SURE a Song!! I haven't listened to all of them though, so i'll get back on you later! anyway i wanted to ask, i think i saw someone said that cocktail is composed for taemin? is that true? is taemin like, the muse of that song? because if he is then.. given the content of the song, i mean i know it's none of my business ... you don't have to answer this if i crossed the boundary but is he like, out? like out out? i read in wikipedia that he is in fact very supportive of trans movement but it doesn't have any other info. again you dont have to answer if this is out of line, thank you!! also unrelated but i love jonghyun!!!! so much!!! i've been reading blue night translations i really like him!!!

baby blinger anon, hello!

i was wondering if i'd here from you again.

ah yes, cocktail. what a song. there's no mistaking the underlying metaphors in that song, and what it's all about.

there's a bit of a fandom joke that goes with cocktail, that started with a tumblr post, hold on lemme find it. here ya go!

so, now we always joke that jonghyun actually wrote the song for his female fans.........kdhdjsjsjdjs

but! what happened was cocktail was one of a bunch of songs jonghyun wrote that taemin liked, so taemin wanted to take it and have it for his own album.

jonghyun loved writing for, and having others use songs that he'd wrote. qnd he was amazing at it!

taemin ended up not putting it on his album though, because he didn't think the tone suited his voice, and he thought he'd have a tough time performing it live. he said that jonghyun's voice was way better suited. so, he basically gave it back to him.

so, he didn't technically write it for taemin, but he has done so with other songs, most notably 'pretty boy' from taemin's first album, which has kai featured.

none of the shinee members are 'out' in the strict sense. that's still quite a rarity in the industry.

but, i don't think people need to be out to make points about themselves clear to those who need to see it. if you know what i mean.

and yes, jonghyun was very outspokenly supportive of lgbt+ rights, as well as a lot of other social and political issues, which is again, pretty rare for idols.

there's a twitter thread detailing a lot of the things he spoke up on here.

anyway! i like knowing about your blinger journey anon, keep me posted <3

#anon #jonghyun