#i also like how they refuse to call it mind control despite the fact it is literally mind control

[nocturnasnadderaneas]

no because i just looked him up and why does thunder have hereditary alpha mind control?

oh gods that gene pool is non-existent.

#that family tree is a CIRCLE #i also like how they refuse to call it mind control despite the fact it is literally mind control #nadder squawks #httyd #httyd: tnr #tnr salt

[theemporium]

okay okay blurb concept: what do you think ab Oscar on a blind date? maybe Lando set him up with someone?

you ask and you shall receive🫡i hope i did it justice!!🫶🏽

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This was a stupid idea. 

In fact, it was an incredibly stupid idea for a multitude of reasons, but three in particular played in Oscar’s head on a loop as he drummed his fingers against the table, mocked by the empty seat across from him. 

The first reason was the fact Lando fucking Norris was the mastermind behind the whole thing. In all honesty, he didn’t remember the last time the Brit had a genuinely good idea outside of racing and car improvements. He wasn’t even sure how Lando made him agree, though he wondered if he had hit his head off something and forgot about the whole thing.

The second reason was that it had been a dreadfully long time since Oscar had been on a date. It was embarrassing enough that he couldn’t even remember his last date, let alone remember whether it hadn’t ended badly or not. But it definitely didn’t help that this was the first one in possibly years, and he hadn’t even played a part in planning the damn thing if the fancy restaurant Lando chose said much.

The third reason was that despite Oscar almost begging his teammate, the boy had refused to tell him who he was actually attending a date with. It’s all a part of the fun, mate, Lando had said to him with a big smile. Never heard of a blind date? It’s romantic and shit.

But nothing about the whole set up felt romantic in the slightest.

Lando had tried to reassure the boy on his drive to the restaurant. He had wanted to arrive early, to settle himself and feel like he had some control on the situation even if he really didn’t. Lando had been insistent that the girl he set him up with was just his type, but it was a little hard to believe that when Lando had also been the reason Oscar had a stripper show up on his door to celebrate the end of the last season.

A gift Lando was also insistent that he would have enjoyed. 

So now, Oscar was sat by himself in a fancy restaurant, almost twenty minutes early and looking absolutely pathetic as he sipped his glass of water and resisted the urge to scoff down the complementary breadsticks lying in the basket in front of him. He had given the waiter so many strained smiles, he was worried they were going to kick him out soon if he didn’t order something that actually cost money.

His eyes shifted down to glance at his phone, his fingers itching to reach out and dial Lando’s number again. The sickening feeling in his stomach was only growing, the anxiety bubbling inside him the longer he waited and he was honestly tempted to scrap the whole thing and lock himself in his apartment for a few days before he could face the real world again. 

And yet, before he could even unlock his phone, someone paused by his table and a voice called out his name. 

“Oscar?” 

His head snapped up, any semblance of a reply quickly leaving his mind as he openly gaped at you. You were gorgeous, beyond anything he could even imagine. Not that he cared much for looks or thought Lando would set him up with someone horrendously ugly but…fuck, he wasn’t expecting someone as pretty as you. 

And suddenly he was nervous for a million other reasons. 

“Sorry, are you not Oscar?” You continued after a few moments of silence, a look of embarrassment crossing over your face as you moved to take a step away from the table. “I’m so sorry, I could have swore you looked like the photo my friend sent me—” 

“No!” He blurted out as he quickly stood up, his chair screeching against the floor as he did. “No, I mean, yes.” Your confusion only grew. “I mean…I’m Oscar.” 

“Oh,” you said and something in your face brightened as you extended your hand to the boy, offering your name in response. “It’s lovely to meet you, Oscar.”

“Yeah, you too,” he supplied lamely, frowning a little at himself before he cleared his throat. “Uh, can I get you something? I mean, not me. I meant like I could call the waiter for you and you could order. But I should probably let you look at the menu first so—” And fuck, he didn’t think he had ever spoken this much in one go ever. 

But your giggle cut him off as you smiled at him. You glanced around, noting the high-end restaurant that you knew Lando probably got a kick out of picking before your gaze landed on the Aussie once again. 

“Can I be honest?”

Oscar nodded his head vigorously.

“This doesn’t look like your kind of scene,” you said to him, and Oscar could feel his cheeks burning.

He shrugged. “I really don’t mind—”

“It’s not mine either,” you added, something almost mischievous shining in your eyes. “But there is a really cool arcade about fifteen minutes away that do really good burgers if you’re interested.”

And it wasn’t Oscar’s fault that he couldn’t bite back the massive grin on his face. “That sounds perfect.” 

And maybe—just fucking maybe—one of Lando’s plans had worked out far better than anyone ever assumed.

.

#oscar piastri #formula one #f1 #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri one shot #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

[itsjaywalkers]

can I have regulus holding a little lamb 🐑 please

i don't know if this is what you had in mind nonnie but . here u go:

"Regulus?"

He startles a little, his jump making the tiny body between his arms shift slightly, a weak bleat that almost sounds like a protest dragging a frown out of him as he turns around. Regulus shushes the animal gently, rocking it against his chest before he finally looks at the person in front of him.

It isn't who he had been waiting for, considering he had called his brother, but taking into account Sirius' worrying levels of codependency when it comes to his friends, he supposes he should've seen it coming.

"Potter," he greets him, eyebrow arched. "Is my brother gonna make an appearance at some point or is he using you to elude his responsibilities? Again."

Potter starts shaking his head effusively even before Regulus has finished talking, the desperation in the gesture nearly making him roll his eyes. Always so quick to defend Sirius' honour.

"Oh, no, he's coming, I swear he's coming," James reassures him, offering him an apologetic smile. "He got held off at work, so he called me and told me you had an emergency and asked me to keep you company until he arrived."

"And couldn't he had called me to tell me that?" Regulus inquires.

James looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. "He didn't think you would've reacted well. He said it'd be... easier to just. Send me here without a heads up, to make sure you wouldn't refuse."

He cringes at the end, and even though it's the bare minimum, Regulus finds some satisfaction in Potter's obvious discomfort. It's nice to know that he isn't the only one who finds some of his brother's methods despicable, despite the usual good intentions behind them.

"So Sirius' reaction to me asking for his help is to bring his best friend to deal with the issue without consulting me about it first," he states blankly, disappointed at the fact that he isn't even that upset about the whole ordeal. Really, it's classic Sirius behaviour. They're okay now, usually at least, but part of him is always waiting for him to fuck up one way or another. "Nice to know."

"C'mon, Reg, you know that's not it—"

"Don't call me that."

Potter has the audacity to roll his eyes. "Okay, Regulus. But really, he wanted to be here, and he will be, as soon as he's done with work. This was out of his control. And he asked me to come because he didn't want you to wait for god knows how long on your own."

"Whatever," Regulus huffs, refusing to admit that hearing about Sirius' concern is enough to soften him a little. Just a tiny bit.

There's a beat of silence after that. Regulus isn't going to entertain a conversation with James Potter of all people, and besides, he's busy trying to calm the animal he's holding between his arms, which is still quite restless. Regulus doesn't blame it. He's pretty unnerved by Potter's presence himself.

Of course, and considering who he's with, it doesn't last.

"Potter," he calls him, making him snap his head up, one of his hands coming up to readjust his glasses. "Spit it out."

"What?"

Regulus represses the urge to scoff. "It's obvious there's something you wanna say. I can almost hear you thinking, and it's pissing me off, so just—fucking say it."

"Um," Potter starts, blinking a couple of times, eyes alternating between Regulus' face and his chest. "That's—a lamb. You're holding a lamb."

"Astute observation."

Potter snorts. "You gonna elaborate on that, or...?"

"I'd rather not," Regulus sniffs, raising his chin slightly.

Potter opens his mouth, more than ready to whine, maybe even push, but in the end, he simply lets out a deep sigh before closing it. The sound is resigned, which pleases Regulus, but also a little fond, which only manages to confuse him.

Although, if he's being honest, most of Potter's actions do. In ways he does his best not to think about.

"Can I at least touch it?" Potter questions, tilting his head to the right as he watches the lamb intently.

Regulus' first instinct is to refuse. But he doesn't know how long he's going to have to be alone with Potter, and antagonising the other man will probably just make this whole thing even more awkward. Tenser. Not to mention, the lamb is quite adorable, and if nothing else, he understands Potter's want to get close to it.

He nods, and Potter looks so taken aback for a second that Regulus is almost offended. But then, and before he has the chance to change his mind, Potter is moving, closing the distance in fast strides.

He's less than a breath away barely a second later, and Regulus feels dizzy all of a sudden, a woodsy scent filling his senses and a lovely warmth surrounding his limbs. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from letting out an embarrassing noise.

"Careful," he warns when Potter simply goes for it, eager and clumsy, the rushed movement dragging another weak bleat from the lamb.

"Sorry," Potter says in a whisper, so near his breath hits the side of Regulus' face. It sends a shiver down his spine.

He tries again, gentler this time, making a show of putting his hand in front of the animal. Potter waits a few seconds, and then goes to caress its head, slow and patient, watching out for any discomfort and stopping every time the lamb squirms.

As soon as the lamb looks relaxed in Potter's presence, he finally reaches out properly, touching softly and with care. The lamb barely reacts, apart from a tiny shift of his head, pressing against the contact. It makes him laugh delightedly, and Regulus hates that he can't look away.

Potter raises his head right after, a bright grin curving his lips. But they're so close that their noses graze each other with the movement, breaths intermingling, and his smile falls the moment he realises, hand stilling on top of the lamb's head.

Regulus feels his traitorous heart stutter in his chest. He wants to step back, needing to put some distance between them, but his body refuses to respond, no matter how many times he gives the command.

He's barely breathing when he licks his lips, throat dry and full of knots. And he definitely stops when Potter's gaze falls to his mouth, eyes darkening dangerously and body leaning forward, intentions more than clear.

Regulus doesn't think Potter is aware of what he's doing, and yet, this knowledge isn't enough for him to put an end to it. To pull Potter out of his daze. Push him away.

No, instead, Regulus also leans in, fingers twitching against the body between his arms. He gulps, heart beating wildly in his chest, and then he starts to close his eyes, the first contact of Potter's lips against his making him tremble. It's tentative, and so soft it can't even be called a kiss. But it still leaves him aching for more.

A needy sound crawls out of Potter's mouth, and when Regulus is about to press closer, crash their mouths together, a loud bleat makes them both jump apart.

Tending to the little lamb in his arms comes as a reflex, and Regulus is more than grateful for the distraction, even though it isn't enough to keep colour from rushing to his cheeks. He tries to focus on shushing the animal, on caressing it until it calms down, doing his best to make it feel safe. But his mind is somewhere else, on someone else, and before he can stop it, he's sneaking a glance at the other man.

Regulus' heart almost stops when he sees Potter's expression. Eyes dark and still fixed on him. Lips parted and shiny. Glasses askew. Breathing uneven.

When Regulus notices his closed fists resting at his side, knuckles almost white from how hard he seems to be holding back, he has to tear his gaze away, face burning.

Fuck.

#this is so silly and messy and it barely makes any sense but . there u go nonnie #hope u enjoyed <3 #or that it at least fulfilled ur wishes #asks #anons #jegulus my beloveds

[yanderes-galore]

Mauga from Overwatch is perfect for a yandere alphabet, can you please do that!? :3

I love writing Mauga so sure!

Yandere! Mauga Concept

Yandere Alphabet - Mauga

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Murder, Violence, Blood, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Sadism, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Chains for restraints, Biting implied/Mentioned, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mauga is usually overly friendly towards everyone. Despite being someone who thrives off bloodlust and murder, he treats you so chill and friendly. He calls you friend, maybe even his "Teuila" if he's feeling flirty.

Despite this behavior... he has an intimidating aura about him.

Mauga is naturally an intense yandere due to his bloodlust and possessive behavior.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Messy. In fact, Mauga takes joy in spilling the blood of those around you all over his skin. He finds joy in it as he already knows he isn't going to be a good person. He isn't trying to be.

He just wants you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Mauga is a bit teasing and sadistic in nature but he keeps up the chill behavior too. He wouldn't necessarily mock you except in maybe a teasing way. For the most part all your needs are met and he gets to keep you all to himself.

He sometimes shows you off as a silent challenge to anyone to try and take you... just so he can remove them.

If only he'd let you leave his home in Samoa....

Yes he would, he finds intimidating you quite fun.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Mauga isn't a big one for being sappy and overly open about how he feels towards you. He also refuses to show many vulnerabilities.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Excited more than anything. The idea of getting to chase you down sends his hearts pumping. He would chase you down like a bloodhound if you insisted on trying to leave. If you fight him he can easily pin you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yes and he'd love it.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Him kidnapping you and chaining you down. He seems to have a thing for chains and waking up in an unknown area unable to move would be terrifying. That and maybe when he starts wanting to bite you or gets a bit too rough.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Just keeping you by his side as his beloved Teuila in Samoa. You should feel lucky to be his beloved. He's the best man you could get in his eyes... also the only man.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and he finds lashing out so much more fun.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Possessive, Sadistic, Teasing, Manipulative, Intimidating, Easily excited, yet also Carefree.

Hard to believe he's a sadistic murderer of Talon at times.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He'd stalk you if you were a civilian and stick around you if you were Talon. He always tries to isolate you and get you alone. Even when he's friendly you fear what he's capable of due to his intimidating aura.

He takes his time with you... just guiding you into his trap with his friendly attitude.

Then he takes what he wants.

Not really, no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

It definitely has something to do with chains. He likes to chain you up so he has full control. This is due to the fact Mauga has a thing for intimidation and power.

He would never break anything on you though... he knows his strength even if he's rough.

Once abducted pretty much all of them.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He has quite a bit of patience, surprisingly.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He just thinks that's impossible. If you tried to leave him he'll hunt you down for days... weeks... months... years maybe. If you were on the verge of death/died recently he'll get Moira to fix you up in Talon.

He isn't losing his Teuila.

But if he did... it certainly affects him.

He seems a lot more... serious than usual after that.

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His naturally sadistic nature maybe?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He gives you time to yourself for the most part. He isn't the best with comfort but may try.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Skipped.

There isn't one when it comes to Mauga.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Maybe, but he tries not to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but goes to great lengths to have you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He can pine for awhile... months to maybe a year or two?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Maybe but he tries not to.

#yandere overwatch #yandere mauga #yandere overwatch mauga #yandere mauga malosi #yandere maugaloa malosi

[onewholivesinloops]

the last parts of ep7's tea party in the clair guts scene where we see how kinzo traumatized every beatrice rules because the things revealed are undeniably incriminating, but they still come from yasu who has every reason to resent kinzo and interpret every aspect of his life in the worst way possible because she doesn't have 'love' for him (understandably so). she also expresses disgust whenever she brings up his relationship with bice and kuwatrice during the episodes, but what i truly love about all of this is that the game doesn't condemn her for this because she's not at fault for reaching these conclusions? kinzo brought this onto himself by being such an abusive fuckhead and he doesn't have the right to police how the people he abused feel about him, so if his victims want to make him out to be this irredeemable monster then that's their right regardless of whether there's nuance to his actions or not.

the events of how he met bice are undeniably not as he told them because he's implicitly called out as a biased narrator who's weaving a self-absorbed narrative in a deliberate way, and while yasu may not be completely right about him this isn't what's important, which makes it very fitting that kinzo gets so much of his character left ambiguous as a sign of how everyone hates him and his interiority and personhood no longer matter now that he's physically left the story.

question arcs kinzo becomes a caricature of his own making because he refused to ever give a shit about his own family and got in return what he always gave and by making him a caricature who's constantly crying and screaming about how he wishes to atone to beatrice for his misdeeds despite the fact that he technically did do that before he died (mind you, he did so in the worst way possible) it's yasu's way of denying him that catharsis of feeling like he's been forgiven, but it's also yasu grieving the idea of having a father figure who could've cared but didn't want to stick around long enough by making him 'exist' long after he's gone too.

all of this works because the meat of ep7 is focused on yasu and her trauma from her life caused directly and indirectly by kinzo's sins and the game portrays her trauma from being treated by him in his final moments even though he doesn't act as directly vile as he did with her mother with the weight it deserves, and even when kinzo is woobified in universe it's never really done for his sake (natsuhi does it to cope with her situation and tohya does it for ange's sake to help her move on) which mirrors his own backstory because once again he ends up living a life controlled by others, this time posthumously.

#umineko #gamo.txt

[justcommander]

Well, I did get asked to write a little more about my little Father and Children AU.

Some little facts about this unusual trio? Of course, under the cut!

This is long. I'm gonna warn you, this is a whole lot of rambling.

This trio won't stay a trio for long, once Lisa and Father Garcia will reach John. Michael won't be happy to see one of the two. But will eventually accept his presence.

So, we started with Michael, a little more about him. The boy is not doing too well, but is also getting better now under John's care. His hair started to grow back but won't ever be as fluffy and soft as they were before: now they're coarse and grey. If they get grabbed and pulled, they fall right off in thick tufts. His nose is completely gone and he his right leg is permanently wounded, making John's knee look perfect in comparison. So he walks with the help of a crutch. He already got cataract, because of the infection in his eyes. Those sunglasses are a gift from the priest and he refuses to take them off even for sleeping.

Why wasn't he brought to a hospital? Well, John is terrified by those places and can't be the one to bring him there, risking to have police taking him back in for being a suspect for kidnapping and harming a kid that they've been looking for.

But why won't he go back to his parents exactly? They should be still alive. And they are. However, there is a number of motives why he won't do it. He's afraid to return to them now he loos like this, they've never been very caring towards him, and yet he also doesn't want to put them in danger now he got involved in something so much bigger than him. He thinks John is truly the only one who can fight demons and he loves him a lot. To him he's more of a father, than a Father.

How did he convince John that he does not have parents to return to? Easy: He lied about his name. He claimed to be called Michael Garcia. Unfortunately for him Father Garcia manages to contact John and this leads to a lot of misunderstandings. And confusion.

He speaks Spanish, yes. Though uses mostly English because John doesn't understand it. Only when he gets agitated or feels strong emotions of any kind, he slips. Or when Amy starts speaking Latin, he begins to speak Spanish to her. And John loses his mind when they do that.

-

Amy now!

Amy was saved by John just a little too late, but not that late. When he found her, her face had already been carved out but no offering was made. John made good use of that "one bullet" by shooting at Gary, and stopping him before he could continue with the ritual. Yes he shot Gary. Without knowing what he had just done. He took Amy away from him and wrapped up her face in bandages. He narrowly got away with his life and Amy safe in his arms.

What does this mean for her? It means she cannot be exorcised fully, even if he tries, because her body is dead. There is a portal to hell in her face, but without the sacrifice it required, nothing can truly come out. What kept Amy alive was the awareness of having John there for her, caring so much. The Second Death had never happened. The death of the soul was prevented because she never stopped fighting, when he arrived. Despite the pain and everything she lost. He was still there. The UNSPEAKABLE is inside her, but his control is weak. So weak, that she takes over without him even realizing, when he thinks to be the one in control in certain situations.

This means she can use those supernatural powers, stealing them from him. But the longer she does it, the more she risks to lose herself. Every night, she is afraid he could take over while she's asleep too , that's why she does not want to take off that straightjacket and specifically asks to be restrained. John can't bring himself to do it, he's afraid of that thing. So Michael does this instead.

-

Basically they both Love John so much. He gave them a reason to live, he put his life in danger to save them so they will fight for him even if they're frightened by the cultists and by Gary. They're just kids after all. But their Father also became their father, for both of them. They might be scared, but they won't let anyone take him away. In those moments when John's life really is at risk, that's when neither of them would hesitate and jump at those cultists's throats.

Anyway, they are very hard to handle, and they know it. When john faints on the chair after three sleepless nights, they try to put him on the couch and cover him with a blanket. They try to cook, they try to tidy the place. A little apology, for realizing they've exhausted him to this point.

And I wrote way too much. I warned you. This was a ramble. Ops? Maybe I'll write more in the future, when I'll learn to write more by writing less. Gosh, I talk too much.

#the commander talks #the commander talks too much #so sorry #faith the unholy trinity #father and children au #tw: straightjacket #tw: body horror #no actual visual of that #it's only mentioned but you know how it is.

[underfaller]

Chapter 13: μ (pt. 2)

Pairing: dottore x angel!reader Summary: You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that’s been captured by a mysterious Doctor CW: Violence Word count: 1.8k

“You shouldn’t be up in your state.”

You don’t reply. Your back is turned against the Doctor as you stand in the middle of the room, slouching a bit as you pant heavily. The empty training room is as cold as the rest of the lab but a bead of sweat slides down your forehead. There is a slight buzzing sound in the still air.

Is it from the lights overhead or your own head?

You look ahead, refusing to turn towards Dottore. You can feel hot frustration quickly rise in you when you see how badly you’ve missed the target in front of you-- the same target you’d hit with ease only a few weeks ago. You clench your now empty, outstretched fingers into a tight ball.

How pathetic.

“Must you always be so impatient? My dear, you aren’t going to get any better if you keep pushing yourself like this.”

Dottore saunters in front of you, delicately reaching towards the new eyepatch over your left eye. You sharply brush his hand away, glowering. He only smiles at your annoyance. It is the same gentle, simpering smile he’s given you before--the one factor that doesn’t seem to change no matter what awful events unfold unto you.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I have already explained that your perception will be off with your new…condition,” Dottore says, crossing his arms.

“And who’s fault is that?” You snap.

You bite the inside of your lip, a bit surprised at your own outburst before you sigh, defeated.

You don't know why you are so upset. Is it anger? Sadness? Are you angry at Dottore-- or yourself? You can’t tell. Perhaps it’s the side effects of the Archon Residue weighing on your psyche. Dottore warned that you would feel unwell for some time, but you, stubborn as ever, denied those facts and refused to rest despite the obvious merit behind his words-- a childish, fruitless attempt to regain some sort of control over your life.

“You promised that you wouldn’t fail, Doctor.”

Dottore cocks his head.

“The experiment was a success.”

“Do you call what happened to me a success?”

When you woke up the morning after the experiment, you felt your heart sink in horror. You sat up straight and stumbled to the bathroom. Your head was in pain as your body tried desperately to keep up with the commands of your terrified mind. You didn’t know what you thought looking at yourself in the mirror would do. Inspecting the damage wouldn’t fix it. But as you peered at the murky, discolored mud that swam in your left iris, you quickly realized why you woke up blind in one eye.

And though you are immortal, for some unknown reason, your condition refuses to improve like your previous ailments. Even now, almost a full week after your realization, you show no signs of healing.

“How interesting,” Dottore said, setting down the syringe. Even a healing serum proved no avail, much to your dismay. “Perhaps it is because Archon Residue is also derived from divinity-- not so unsimilar to what was used to create you in the first place. Only further observation will tell.”

Interesting is not the word you’d use.

“Come now, even with one eye you should be able to see the bigger picture here. We’ve come one step closer to creating life. That alone should warrant success,” Dottore waves his hand in dismissal. “Besides, this isn’t the first time you’ve lost the use of one of your oculus.”

Even with one eye, you are still able to glare at the Doctor. He only grins slightly in response. Despite your emotional and physical turmoil, Dottore is almost doting, taking care of you as you remain out of commission. You find it hard to believe his actions are entirely out of pure care for you-- You wonder if it’s out of pity.

You did not like to be pitied.

"Do you still take pleasure in my suffering?”

“My dear, paranoid little birdie. You know that I do not. You agreed to the procedure knowing the risks, your anger is misplaced,” Dottore answers.

Dottore places a hand on your shoulder.

“We are past purposeless suffering. Besides, this is more of a burden to me than anything. Because of your unprecedented mishap, I’ve had to pause what is going to be my crowning research.”

You look up at him.

“You can continue the project without me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Tch.

Dottore ruffles your hair as he looks down at you. You can tell, despite his coldness, that this is his awkward way of consoling you. You should appreciate it. And maybe you did, deep down in the recesses of your heart. However, as you found yourself becoming closer to the Doctor, you still couldn’t truly accept such a predicament. After every skip of your heart, every sincere smile you give him, every candid laugh you couldn’t help but let out after hearing one of his dark jokes is a shadow of uneasy shame that always follows. You truly didn’t understand these feelings so you tried to push him away in retaliation for the uncomfortable . The idea of being close to someone like the Doctor is still absolutely unthinkable despite knowing full well that you will remain close to him all the same.

“Now, let’s get you back to your room before you overexert yourself once again,” Dottore tells you.

You sigh once more.

“You treat me like a child, Doctor. I’m-”

It’s then that you take a step and stumble a bit, your wings fluttering in momentary panic. Dottore quickly grabs you by the arm, helping steady you. You make a small noise of irritation when you see his skeptical, yet smug look. You pull yourself from him, shaking your head.

“I don’t need your help; I’m just fine.”

Dottore clicks his tongue.

“Oh, don’t be like that, my dear. There is nothing wrong with accepting help when you’re unwell.”

With that, Dottore scoops you up, lifting you in his arms bridal style in one swift motion, ignoring your indignant protests. His hold on you is ironclad-- It was best to accept that you were to be carried back.

You peer at his face. From this angle you can see under that sharp mask of his and you watch his eyes as he looks forward, not noticing your gaze. You look away.

What is this?

“You do not have to fuss over me so much,” You say.

“Nonsense. You are my assistant and a crucial component to my research at the moment. ‘Fussing’ is necessary at this moment.”

What is he?

“And yet, I sometimes think you see me more as an object more than anything else.”

What am I?

“Is that so bad? After all, only objects can be treasured.”

You give a wry laugh.

Dottore soon approaches your room, opening the door with a soft creak. He lets you down gently on your bed.

“There. Was that really so difficult?” He asks.

You sit up, your hands pressed against the soft fabric of your bedsheets.

“I just want to get better and resume our work,” You dissent. “I can’t just lie here doing nothing.”

“Do you need more books to read?”

You peer at the stack on your nightstand. There are multiple bookmarks between each books’ dusty pages. At least in your bedridden state, you’ve found solace in the reading material brought by Dottore. He is surprisingly willing to loan his books to you now-- a juxtaposition from your first request. You shake your head. “Your impatience is showing once more,” Dottore notes. He strides to the nightstand where a small glass jar filled with red coloured capsules sits. The Doctor picks it up, gently shaking it before eyeing you.

“You didn’t take this morning’s dose. Care to explain?”

“I must have forgotten.” You fidget sheepishly.

You know that under that mask is a look of scrutiny. You can practically feel his eyes bearing holes through you.

“And how do you expect to improve without taking the proper actions to do so?”

You bow your head.

“My apologies Doctor.”

He seems to care more about my health than I do, sometimes.

Dottore simply places one of the capsules into your hand. You study the small pill for a moment.

“What is it, my dear?”

You hesitate. You’ve taken this medication twice a day for almost seven straight days, but at this moment, you can feel the weight of suspicion in your stomach.

“What even is this, by the way?”

Dottore sits beside you.

“Mendax. I’ve already explained to you before that it’s a drug I concocted in preparation for my studies with Archon Residue to combat its secondary effects.”

Then why am I not getting better?

You don’t doubt his abilities to create such a treatment. You know he’s a genius.

“But what’s in it?”

“A little of this and that. Why the sudden curiosity?” Dottore laughs. “You shouldn’t worry so much when you’re sick-- it’s unhealthy.”

“I-”

"Ah. Do you still not trust me? After all we’ve been through? Hmph…" Dottore interjects, his voice hinting at his obvious offense to your prodding.

Dottore shakes his head, frowning.

"And after we had such a lovely conversation about trust too. How unfortunate."

"That's not-" You start. You furrow your eyebrows as you fold your arms. "You are jumping to conclusions, Doctor."

Then what exactly am I doubting?

You find it ironic. You let the Doctor hold your life in his hands yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to trust him.

"All leaves stemming from the same branch, my dear," Dottore muses.

A moment of silence.

"Though it was quite nice, wasn't it?" He murmurs.

You glance at him.

"What was?"

"Our time in Liyue."

How quickly things change.

If memories could be re-lived forever…

"Yes," You reply, thinking wistfully back to your little adventure. However, you will not be swayed so easily by kind memories. You narrow your eyes.

“You are changing the subject. That has nothing to do with the conversation at hand.”

"Ah, am I not allowed to reminisce? You forget your place, my dear,” Dottore says, obviously ignoring your admonitions. “If I remember correctly, you quite confidently proclaimed that you ‘would not betray me’.”

He plucks the pill out of your palm, holding it in front of your nose. Your good eye rests on it.

“But in order to do that, I need your trust first and foremost, don’t I? It’s only logical.”

Before you can reply, he pops the small capsule in his mouth.

“What are you-”

Your words are cut off as his lips crash into yours. Your eyes widen from shock and your first instinct is to shrink away, but as Dottore threads his hand through your hair, cupping your face with the other, you find your eyelids fluttering shut.

What are we?

It’s then you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, pressing your medication against the back of your own tongue.

You swallow it.

Only further observation will tell.

Dottore relishes you a bit more before pulling back, that toothy grin on his lips coupled with a speck of your saliva.

“So will you trust me?” He asks.

He already knows your answer.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Past chapters here

#fic: dead doves do not mourn #dottore #genshin fanfic #dottore x fem!reader #il dottore #genshin x reader #dottore x reader

[beevean]

Idk I think people objections to vivziepop is overblown, she's hard to work with? So was Yuji Naka, She drew problematic art? So did Miura Kentaro and Rebecca Sugar, she said bad things in the past? So did Seth MacFarlane, she didn't groom any minors or assaulted someone like the Rick and Morty guy or the Red and Stimpy guy

Fun fact, a friend and I today tried to read the "controversies" page on Vivziepop.

And it's. Bad. As in, I refuse to believe anyone older than 20 wrote it.

Some of the claims have sources. Not all of them, though. Case in point, this gem:

Grooming Allegations On January 19th XXXX, Vivziepop has been accused of grooming a 14-year-old. (Needs citation)

Or this one

It is also worth noting that Vivzie supports Zone Tan, who is infamous for being a child predator who used a real child's voice for his child porn. It was also shown that Vivziepop directly interacted with Zone.

(wow, that sounds like a serious accusation! source?)

(also please it's not child porn, it's CSEM if it involves a real child)

Other parts come off as edit wars:

The drama died down after a couple days when a decent number current of SpindleHorse members, such as Sam Haft, Monica Franco, HorrorFreak, and more talked about their positive experiences, and some were convinced that the accusations were exaggerated or lies.

Erin Frost returned yet again in November. At this point, many are sick of her continued attempts at showing what she considers proof of her mistreatment, especially since she shamed others who won't stand with her, calling them "spineless" and sharing private messages without their consent. To a large portion of people, Erin Frost is not the innocent victim she claims to be and is attempting to twist the situation so that she comes out looking more sympathetic than she actually is

And then we get the absolute petty shit:

Improper Representation of Sexual Assault In one of the episodes of Hazbin Hotel, there have been some criticism about how sexual assault has been treated, as one of the chatacters, Husk, would tell Angel Dust that the latter will "get over it", even though Angel Dust has experiences with being sexually assaulted by Valentino, which is one of the things you should never say to a person who suffers from PTSD/Trauma.

Not even touching the yet again misconception that Loser Baby is a victim blaming song... This is a lie. Husk never once utters the words "get over it". This should be edited out immediately. Checking the source, it was badly paraphrased by a Tumblr post badly paraphrasing it in bad faith.

It was then revealed that Vivziepop also supported a Twitter user named "Raphielle", who is an NSFW artist that actively makes art of non-con/rape of Valentino and Angel (in which Valentino is the abuser, and Angel Dust as a victim of Val), with Raphielle even supporting said ship despite it being toxic and very wrong.

"and very wrong", how old are you?

Also I don't see the issue? Valentino abusing Angel is canon. And if Raphielle animated Poison, kudos to them for such a raw portrayal of abuse.

What makes it worse that Raph romanticizes it as well, despite mentioning that he has dealt with being repressed and being controlled, which is not a good excuse of drawing rape porn, in which Raph constantly fetishizes it.

Now this has just turned into a Twitter thread.

Supporting of Proshipping Like said before, while she has supported Raphielle, who supports non-con/rape ship of Valentino and Angel Dust, Vivziepop has also be revealed to have sexualized Morty from an adult animated TV show called "Rick and Morty" (in which Morty is 14-years-old, mind you). Vivziepop would even go as far as to ship Morty with Rick Sanchez (who is Morty's 70-year-old Adoptive grandfather).

Perish the thought.

The source of Vivzie following "bad people" is exactly what you would expect: the main accusation is that she follows porn artists with a fat fetish. Tagged as "csa" to boot. You people wouldn't have survived a day on DeviantART ffs.

And this is the cherry on top:

"Hey maybe this page should be written in a professional manner."

"HOW DARE YOU DEFEND A SHIT PERSON"

yeah you sure a person I can trust with handling delicate information!

Basically, I can't take this seriously. Again, I checked some sources, mainly the transmisandry ones, and sadly they look legit. The complaints about HH are however asinine to the point that the whole page loses credibility.

I won't get into this matter because I don't want to get involved into this year-long discourse more than necessary. I won't respond to anything related to Vivziepop again. But I wanted to vent because I hate when people are accused of being pedophiles/child molesters/abusers because they follow people who draw Sonic porn or they support people with a non-fluffy ship. Get over yourselves, and stick to the actually harmful stuff.

#i'm going to lose friends over this aren't i

[zablife]

Seemingly Incurable Sadness (Part 2)

Part 1

Alfie Solomons x fiance reader

Summary: Two years after you wandered into a Camden pub and decided to break off your engagement to Tommy Shelby, you’re planning a wedding to the handsome bartender who stole your heart, Alfie Solomons. There are no reservations about your plans this time around, but that doesn’t mean your ex-fiance will let you go so easily. 

Author’s Note: Part 1 was so popular, I decided to write a second part. This is also based on an old request by @wandawiccan60.

Warnings: language, controlling behavior

“For fuck’s sake! Why?” Polly called after Tommy.  He was asking a lot of her to get those permits pulled and for what? To delay a few contractors? She didn’t understand and Tommy wasn’t willing to give her any details. He was already half way to the door before he stopped with a jerk, pulling the cigarette from his mouth.

“Because we fucking can!” Tommy shouted his irrational reply over his shoulder. He sounded like a spoiled child. Frances warned her he hadn’t been sleeping, but she hadn’t realized he was this bad. He must be determined to crush Alfie, she thought. Nevermind the fact that Solomons’ new club, Lethe, wasn’t in conflict with any of the Shelby’s properties in London.

“Oi, what’s all the shouting about?” Arthur asked, trudging inside and slinging his cap on the table. He poured a cup of tea and took a sip, glancing between Polly and Tommy as he waited for one of them to answer. When it became clear they didn’t want to discuss it, he dug into his pocket and wordlessly slid a newspaper article across the table. Polly skimmed the engagement announcement briefly as Tommy let out a low growl and rolled his eyes at Arthur.

“Another one, eh? You know your wife’s been leaving a fucking trail of these?” he huffed as he stamped out his cigarette forcefully in the ashtray. It was obvious Linda had sent it on the off chance Tommy had missed the one she placed on his desk this morning. It was her passive aggressive way of airing her grievance over Tommy’s neglect of the company since your departure and the considerable downturn in profits. 

“Yes, thank you, Arthur. Perhaps your wife should consider a hobby in scrapbooking since she likes making clippings so much,” Polly quipped. She shoved the article into her pocket, suddenly understanding the reason behind Tommy’s childish demands. The article listed Lethe as the location of your wedding celebration. Despite it’s absurdity, Polly recognized Tommy’s attempt to delay the opening as his only recourse in keeping you from marrying Alfie.

She inhaled a deep breath before speaking the words she knew would be difficult for Tommy to hear. “It wasn’t meant to be, love. You have to let her go,” she implored with quiet determination. She rose from her chair and walked to where Tommy stood, staring out the window in a trance. Although he didn’t reply, she could tell by his tightly clenched jaw he still had revenge on his mind. Truthfully, he hadn’t heard Polly’s words or felt her hand on his shoulder as he slipped into a memory he revisited far too often.

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Two years ago he’d listened to your voice calmly explain why you couldn’t marry him. He heard your words, but refused to accept the reason or the ring in return. Tommy felt certain you’d have a change of heart. After all, who could provide a lifestyle on par with the one he had provided during your courtship? Anything you desired was made available day or night.

“You’d give up everything I have to offer?” he asked with raised eyebrows, as you pushed the ring box across the table. You noted how he didn’t look you in the eye the way Alfie did though. Tommy had a way of looking right through you with those crystal blue eyes, waiting to hear what he wanted to hear rather than the truth. 

“I don’t think I want the life you’re offering anymore,” you answered. He had to know the toll his political career had taken on your relationship. “Even when you’re home, you’re not really there, Tommy. You have to admit we’ve grown apart.”

Tommy shook his head in disbelief. “I have obligations in Parliament. You knew how it would be,” he reminded you coldly. “I need someone who understands my job, y/n,” he said in a tone that reminded you of an employer instead of a loving fiance. It was clear he saw nothing wrong with the way he’d been treating you and had no intention of changing despite your obvious discontent.

It was at this impasse you decided to leave him, scoffing at his arrogance. “I’m sorry I can’t be the trophy wife you wanted then, Tommy,” you replied as you gathered your coat and purse.

He had only proved your point and you walked away knowing you’d made the right decision. Although you’d only known Alfie a short time, you could already see the differences between the two men. One was guided by his heart, another by ambition. The choice wasn’t difficult to make. You were now free to pursue your feelings for the handsome bartender who had urged you to listen to your instincts.

In typical fashion, Tommy hadn’t taken you seriously, deluding himself into believing you’d return one day. However, the announcement in the paper had finally proven him wrong. You were moving on with someone new and not just anyone, his sworn enemy. There was no way he was going to let that stand no matter what Polly thought of his tactics.

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With Cyril trotting happily by his side, Alfie made his way inside the Rum House before opening one morning. He looked through a stack of mail, whistling as he wound his way through the darkened pub toward the office where he knew you’d be sorting paperwork. As soon as he reached the doorway, Alfie could tell something was wrong by your defeated looking posture and worried expression.

Dropping the mail on the desk, he came closer, but you didn’t move to kiss him hello as usual. Alfie knitted his brow in concern stating, “You’re in a right two and eight, dove.” Settling his large hands at your hips, he pulled your back into his chest and dropped his head to the crook of your hunched shoulder, looking down at the paper you had clutched in your hand. “What’s this then?” 

“It says our permits have been delayed,” you said still reeling from the shock. “We can’t possibly open Lethe in time for the wedding,” you said sadly, holding the document out for him to examine. 

Alfie released a heavy sigh as he mumbled into your hair, “Did Tommy have anything to do with this?” 

You nodded slowly, realizing there wasn’t a thing Tommy didn’t have influence over. “Yea, probably,” you admitted.

Straightening to his full height and locking his arms around you tightly, Alfie placed a kiss to the top of your head and swayed you back and forth gently. “I told you he’d see the paper, dove,” he reminded you. He’d suggested a much smaller affair, but you had somehow convinced him to rejoin the land of the living with a big announcement. 

“I didn’t want to hide our engagement,” you said turning in his arms to face him. Cupping his cheeks in your hands and scratching at his beard you added, “I love you and I want everyone to know it.” The corners of his mouth drew up in a shy smile that melted your heart. Despite his outgoing personality, your praise still made him self conscious and you adored his humility, although it never lasted long.

As if on cue Alfie added, “Nah, don’t blame you for staking a claim, pet. Handsome bloke like me could’ve been stolen right out from under ya.” You giggled at his remark before turning your attention back to the matter at hand. 

“I may have landed the most eligible bachelor in London, but what’ll I do if I can’t marry him the way I planned?” you asked, gesturing toward the letter left on the desk. 

Alfie’s face suddenly brightened and you cocked your head wondering what he was thinking. “Let’s go to the registry office today,” he suggested, brushing his nose against yours softly. 

“Now? Wh-what about work?,” you stammered, surprised by his spontaneity. 

“We’ll close the pub. Punters can go a day without us,” he proclaimed, leaning down for a kiss.

You mumbled against his lips, “But you don’t have a suit yet. I don’t have flowers. We don’t have any witnesses,” you protested, thinking only of logistics. Cyril jumped between you just then, pawing at your elbow and Alfie looked down at him with a grin. “Well…we’ve got him,” he shrugged.

“Someone other than the dog, Alf!” you laughed as you smacked his chest playfully.

He scratched his beard as he thought for a moment then declared, “Right, how about this? You go home and change. Leave the details to me.”

You searched his eyes for a moment to be certain he was serious and you found them sparkling with happiness, pleading for you to say yes. You bit your lip holding back nervous excitement and nodded quickly. “Alright, yes!” You shouted out, swept along with his mad plan.

Alfie grinned at Cyril and let out an enthusiastic proclamation, “She said yes, mate!” The dog barked in response, not quite understanding why his owners were so overjoyed, but wagging his tail in support.

“But, Alfie, wait! What about our guests? The reception?” you asked in a panic.

“I know it wasn’t the plan, but what about here? It’s where we met, weren’t it? Sentimental value has to count for somethin, right?” he asked stroking your cheek.

You smiled eagerly, “You’re right. It’s perfect,” you agreed, leaning in to capture his full lips in a soft, gentle kiss. He had a calming effect on you despite the urgency you felt building inside you to gather all the things you’d need for an impromptu wedding. 

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The car pulled up outside the run down looking establishment and Tommy double checked the address Ada had sent to his phone one last time before exiting. He removed his black leather gloves, placing them in his coat pocket as he strode toward the front door, glancing at the motorcycle parked at the curb. If he had any doubts he was in the wrong place, they were erased as he studied the cans tied to the back and the small sign tacked above the number plate. Tommy shuddered as he read it, “Just Married.” He hoped he wasn’t too late.

As Tommy continued toward the door, a tall young man with curly hair held out his hand. “Pub’s closed today, sir.”

“I’m not here for a drink. Just a word,” Tommy explained as he pushed inside the crowded bar. The party goers barely noticed his arrival in the din of the music and raucous laughter. 

“Are you fucking deaf?” the young man asked catching Tommy by the lapels and slamming him against the wall. That action garnered plenty of attention and Alfie was by Ollie’s side in an instant to see what was going on. 

“Put him down, Ollie. He’s only little,” he instructed. Ollie released Tommy, shoving him away before returning to his post outside.

“You alright, Tommy? How are you keeping?” Alfie asked attempting a civil tone for your benefit.

“You treat all your patrons this way, Alfie?” Tommy said with a roll of his neck. 

“Don’t get your hackles up, mate, it’s a party. Though come to think of it, yeah, you weren’t invited were ya? Now let me think why that might be,” he said searching the ceiling in mock confusion. “Right, cause you tried to fuck up our wedding day. I’m guessing that were your people?” he said with a growl.

Tommy stood in silence clenching his jaw before answering, “I’ve got lots of people on my payroll. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Come off it, Tommy. Stop behaving like a fucking child and admit you can’t stand to see her happy,” Alfie spat at him accusingly.

Tommy’s eyes flashed with anger and he pointed a finger at Alfie. “You know, until you filled her head with lies, she was happy with me,” he said disgustedly.

Alfie scoffed at Tommy’s recollection. “Every man craves certainty, don’t he? Well, let me assure you, she wasn’t, mate. Not with a self-centered prick like you.”

With those words Tommy lunged for Alfie, but Alfie shoved him away harshly. Tommy came back at him with greater ferocity, throwing the first punch which landed squarely on Alfie’s lower jaw, cutting his lip open. As blood began to seep out of the cut, Alfie’s tongue darted out to lick it off and his anger grew. He countered with a swift punch to Tommy’s nose and then to his flank, watching as the smaller man doubled over with a groan. Alfie took the opportunity to lock a strong arm around Tommy's neck to subdue him, but that only made Tommy thrash harder. He kicked and wheezed beneath his grasp, desperate for oxygen before biting down hard on Alfie’s left hand. Throwing Alfie off balance, he forced the larger man to the ground and they tumbled one over the other, grappling for a hold. The crowd dispersed with gasps and screams as they watched the scene unfold before them.

You exited the back room at that moment and found Alfie straddling Tommy, the heel of his hand pushing against Tommy’s chiseled jaw. “Alfie, what are you doing? Stop!” you cried, running towards them. The men finally broke apart hearing your shrill cries and Alfie allowed you to pull him up to stand next to you as Tommy sat on the ground with his head between his hands, his tailored suit ruined by dirt and blood. After a few moments of silence and your concerned stare boring into him, Alfie spoke.

“Sorry, dove. Bit of housekeeping…long overdue,” he said quietly, chest still heaving from exertion. 

You placed a hand over his heart and looked into his eyes. “Why don’t you go put some ice on your lip?” you suggested to put distance between the two men. He watched you for a moment wearily, tucking the hair behind your ear as he attempted to shield you from Tommy. “I’ll be alright,” you promised and he nodded. Trudging off toward the bar, he looked over his shoulder, giving Tommy one final glare. 

You looked over at Tommy who had finally picked himself up asking, “Why did you have to do that?”

“You should ask your fiance,” Tommy said, dabbing at his nose with a handkerchief. 

“Husband, Tommy. Why do you think I’m wearing a white dress?” you scoffed.

“M sorry. You look beautiful,” he said, looking down at the floor.

“Aren’t you going to congratulate me?” you prodded, hoping to prevail to his better nature. 

Tommy let out a defeated sigh and raised his head. “I thought it would be you and me,” he said simply.

“Oh, Tommy,” you sighed. “So did I. For a long time….but we were never going to work. You were consumed by wealth and power. All I’ve ever wanted was love. I married Alfie in a registry office and we’re celebrating in a pub because I don’t give a shit about money. I don’t know that you ever believed that.” 

Tommy looked away for a moment. He sniffed harshly before musing, “That’s it then. The end of us.”

You nodded and leaned into him, giving him a chaste peck on the cheek. “I wish you well, Tommy. I really do.”

Tommy pulled back, pressing a hand to his mouth. You noted the look of remorse in his eye and you realized you may have finally gotten through to him. Feeling sorry for him you asked, “Would you like to stay for a drink?”

He looked up at you hopefully as you added a warning, “No more fighting though!”

He let out an amused chuckle, “Not sure I can promise that, love.”

“Why? Is Arthur here as well?” you joked, surveying the crowd. Tommy laughed and you escorted him to the bar, pouring him three fingers of Irish whisky. You tucked yourself under Alfie’s strong arm as your husband raised a toast out toward all your friends and family. 

“To fun and fucking!” he said with glee. “And forever” you added with a brilliant smile. Everyone around you cheered as you clinked glasses, even Tommy managed to clap because he had never seen you smile so brightly. 

As you rested your full glass on the counter, Alfie gave you a peculiar look. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna waste the last of Solomon’s Finest Rum, darlin’?” he asked with furrowed brow. “You feelin’ alright after your little chat?” he asked pulling you into him and tilting your chin toward his face.

You brushed your lips over his and he hissed at the contact with his cut. You pressed into him as gently as possible, capturing his full lips in a soft kiss before breaking away to whisper, “More than alright. Already have Solomons finest in my belly, don’t I?” Alfie roared with laughter at your comment before pulling back to search your face. Your tears of joy were enough to make him pause. Then he wrapped you in his arms once more stroking your hair as he asked, “Not tears of regret or sadness, yeah?”

“I think that’s been eradicated long ago,” you assured him. 

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[discluded]

I am very new to the world of BL fandom but are cp fan reactions always this extreme if the actors move on in their career and work with other people or is this week just a bad week with the massive BBB posters at Bible's event and the truck protesting outside of GMMTV about the Ohmnanon "breaking up". I know that popular actors get paired up for multiple projects but I assume they must change up couples and act with others as pairs every once in a while or after a few years?

hey friend, I'm going to answer this in a way that is circuitous that I think will better address your question.

the first part is: have fandoms always been volatile to the extent a segment of fans will organize to engage their ability to bully / cause harm rather than engage positively?

yes and no, in the sense this is a relatively new phenomenon in the entirety of organized fannish history (which let's just give due credit to our foremothers of fannish history the star trek fandom and their zines.)

but it's not so new because this started around 15 years ago, when people in fandom realise they could also organize to to create very targeted harm

these are the primary examples coming to mind:

Girls Generation (snsd) black ocean

Super Junior's official fanclub members organizing to buy company stock to prevent an 18 year old boy from joining the group lineup

In both these instances, tens of thousands of fans (for fantastics here) organized specifically to harm a person or group of people. the intent objective was specifically to harm.

the bad learned lesson from both these incidents (2008) is that fans can bind together to throw a fit if they don't get their way.

the second is: is it common for fans / fandoms of actor pairs to act this way?

and the more complex answer to that is, fandom is not a single conscious entity, and categorically similar fandoms often do not have a high overlap of active fans, usually at most 1-2 fandoms at a time. don't get me wrong, you'll see a lot of mileapo fans who are also bts fans, and I would bet you'll see a much smaller count of bts fans and exo fans overlap than you would see of bts fans and mileapo fans. any similarities you find in how fans between the first two groups act like one another is more the result of the categorical meta fan culture (here: kpop) rather than because the same people are perpetuating these behaviors while acting as fans of both these groups

for this reason I hesitate to call fandoms drama-mongering because these behaviors are perpetuated by individuals, or by a group of individuals, and not even necessarily by a group that represents the majority belief of the fandom. the fact of the matter is, people will participate in fandom regardless of if you like them or not, and some of there people are bullies or stalkers or overall terrible human beings. you can't make them stop engaging with your favorite actor or musician or couple because you can't control anyone but yourself. the only thing you can do is take the wind out of their sails by not engaging.

if you're wise to Ye Olde Harry Potter fandom lore, you'll know there was a specific segment. of fandom which known as highly dramatic but it wasn't because they liked a certain character or couple - it was because these individuals were drama mongering bullies to begin with, who continued that behavior in other fandoms. One of these infamous people bullied two different friends of mine in two different fandoms 6 years apart, and continues to instigate negativity in the fandoms they choose to engage in. you can't stop this person from joining a fandom... you can only limit their power by not engaging.

so the the answer to your specific question are all fandoms this dramatic? no, or they don't act in that way at least. MewGulf (TharnType) fans continued to invest in delusions by "I've connected the dots.jpeg" normal posts by both parties despite Mew's explicit rejection of their fantasies and his refusal to engage. However, they didn't have a problem with MG moving onto other acting projects without the other. Mew even worked with Tul of MaxTul/Manner of Death on a project but it wasn't BL. however, Max will be involved in the new mafia Thai BL releasing next year that's already been cast and as far as I can see, Tul isn't involved. I haven't heard of any grievances thus far from their fans but that doesn't mean there aren't any, and even if there are, I doubt the reaction would be organize to specifically harm Max's career / limit his opportunities.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, you have what Apolaris did in August, which was purposefully sabotaging Man Suang promo and embarrassing Apo in front of business partners and sponsors because they want the opposite: for Apo to stop working with Mile.

to circle back to the beginning: 1) it has nothing to do with the specific fandom topic, people can feel a sense of entitlement and desire to control regardless of who it is what behavior they want to happen and 2) a small group of people can disproportionately cause harm if they are organized enough and vindictive enough. that doesn't necessarily represent the majority fan view, but it can over time if their bullying behavior towards other fans drive the more reasonable people out of fandom , leaving only those who agree with theie toxic mindset.

do fandoms always have these people? in this day and age, almost inevitably, yes. and they are unfortunately also resilient to being bullied out of fandom themselves but plenty good at playing the victim. the best thing one can do is ignore their entitled, obnoxious behavior (private shit talking totally allowed)

*please in advance forgive my typos. the keyboard is generating weirder autocorrects of correct words every day. Please pretend to not see it

#fandom #fandom culture #Thai bl

[plainbadssoon]

The warden and the twins are at some odd agreement of having each other around

The twins are often referred to in the same sense of inmates despite being able to wear their own clothes, leave superjail, and have a personalized room. As Jared said it's their "privileges" it's also implied nobody knows why the twins are in superjail the only person who probably knows is the warden what most likely happened is the twins showed up one day and didn't want to leave to the warden made them "inmates" and they probably left it at that

The warden and the twins are both conditioned to violence and chaos as an "activity" so they both find interest in each others activities they both also crave control in situations they want to have things their way and if it isn't they'll throw violent fits over it though the twins are always calmer than the warden I think that's because the twins are used to being walked all over by their family their broodling, their dad, even their dog have always been in charge of them.and hurt them so despite craving control they're used to not having it

Unlike the triplets who throw a massive rage filled fit when things didn't go their way much like the warden the wardens need for control falls back in his status as a warden his entire childhood so both the twins and the warden are emotionally immature abused man children who crave power and fine themselves pushing each others buttons to get control the warden winning with not only his control over their temporary home but their overall safety which the warden has used against them to humble them a bit but he doesn't actually have any violent intentions against them they both entertain each other the twins calling the warden a genius and a buffoon and the warden calling the twins Artists and trouble causers they both serve a purpose to each other that they unknowingly need because without the warden the twins lack safety and control

and without the twins the warden lacks anticipation and stimulation the problem being that all that is fairly replaceable to the warden but he keeps them around because he enjoys their mischief more than the average chaos of superjail I think the twins depend on that need for chaos to a harmful degree because they're not used to caring about the lives of others or anyone really not even themselves it's shown the twins are rather obedient if they feel they need to be like how they blatantly disrespectful their father yet compliment and lie to impress the triplets they seem to fear them more

It probably has to do with the fact the triplets are the favorites they are the perfect ones the better ones the twins respect them because they were conditioned since birth to respect how better they were in comparison I think it also has to deal with the fact the triplets often beat and berate the twins showing the two are fairly afraid of them and their anger so despair their bratty behavior it shows the twins feel comfortable and safe around the warden in a way they don't feel around their family they're also not shy of helping the warden when they find it fun like the ice cream mountain situation but after being refused they massacre the ice cream mountain in a humorous hissy fit the warden still not minding despite the damage only being excited that the inmates actually cared about the ice cream mountain that much

Also in that comic when referring to the twins the warden says to not trust their pretty boy looks because they love causing trouble showing even despite their lack of order the warden not only finds them entertaining but also shows some attraction to them the twins also in that comic make a dirty minded joke about creamy wet dreams to the warden but seemingly just for shits and giggles

they both seem to lead each other on and press each others buttons for fun both of them practically challenging each other for control over a situation complimenting, insulting but also somewhat flirting with each other when they do rarely meet both sharing the same sentiments about entertainment and shared morals of how they were raised and trauma they're normalized to would put them in a complicated hot and messy relationship the twins are also shown to be fairly lonely their only comfort being each other at times and it shows they actually do crave some kind of relationship with someone though both seem to have relationships in an odd or different way

I love over examining they're like 2 episode relationship

#superjail #superjail! #superjail twins #sj! #techno twins #warden superjail

[titleknown]

KAIJUNE NEO: MR BRIGHTSIDE

First of all, I want to tell you, this was not at all my fault. If they'd have listened, if they'd have gone along with the fucking plan, none of this would have happened.

The stupid thing wasn't even alive when they brought it to me. But, even I will humbly admit, it was ingredients of high quality. Primeval flesh frozen by time and strange vapors, the tools of the United States government, the very eitir of the earth...

...Yes, I refuse to call it liquid God. Beyond the apellation of false notions of divinity, it isn't just one thing, there are nuances I would be willing to explain if I believed you had the capacity to understand it. But I digress.

Now, there were initial setbacks. There were the few interlopers, who suggested that I was ethically unfit for this project, that the resource expendatures could be better-used to prevent the beasts out there culling the expendable hordes, that the whole idea of the creation of one of these creatures was deranged vanity project. 

Luckily, the people providing the resources were of like minds, even if their sights was far too low. Leave it to the US military to avoid pretensions of compassion when they see a work to be compleated.

It was going well, at first. Why, I hadn't had this much of a fruitful field since my time with the Blue Rose! They let me be, they didn't say no, and I hadn't had this much access to subjects since... well. The Blue Rose.

I will tell you, it's far easier to test the processes of life and power when they know enough to let you use a few expendables, unlike some idiots.

And then one of these puritanical SHITHEADS had to break in for one of my subjects. I don't even know what the fuss was about, I'd already used up the one he was looking for. And the idiots didn't even shoot him! Just now you get cold feet?! Just now?!

And now it is awake. And ungrateful. What's wrong you giant oaf, I thought you were a god-being, lashing out like a child over a little pain is pathetic!

At least the combative capabilities were functional, as evidenced by the plasma "fires" they still failed to put out. A small blessing, amongst the carnival of incompetence as my handlers failed to handle it.

They use the pretense to call me a creature of hubris, a terminal miles glorosius. They underestimate my skill. 

They even had the gall to call me a Faustian figure, how fucking dare! I would never make a deal with anything I couldn't cut the throat of and sip the juices from their neck.

And I will regain control over this creature, and I will enact my special plan for this world. For who is greater, God or the chymist who built God in a bottle...

-The notes of professor Thomas F. Johnson

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...So, when starting this I knew I was going to have to have some variety of dinosaur here. Lucjkily I found this cheapo toy at the Swap Meet and, as you can see, heavily modified it. This one out of all of them was one of my favorite models in terms of how it came out, I will say.

I basically picked the name of the poor tormented thing because I just thought Mr Brightside by The Killers sounded like a neat name for a kaiju, also the neon-on-black color scheme was probably a part of it.

If you're wondering why the profoundly evil professor (Who was heavily influenced by Dr Pretorius from Bride of Frankenstein and Jeffrey Combs' Herbert West, for the record) has my name, they're actually a pre-existing character from my Creepypasta Creatures of the Woods, who I made the choice to give my own name despite him being hilariously far from me. 

Again, like Devlin, this is this universe's version of the guy, not the exact same guy... maybe. It's always hard to tell with that jerk...

Ability Notes: One word: Plasma. Of all kinds and horrors, usually sort of a weird electrical fire-y green, though the fact that he's in constant pain makes it hard for him to focus on channeling it beyond wanton destruction. It's theorized where he mentally coherent, he could potentially output pulsar levels of power.

Bonus Trivia: If you want to know Professor Johnson's backstory, just watch the Behind the Bastards episodes about Scott Adams and note what they say about the man's early pre-Dilbert life. Now imagine he'd gone into mad science and things had... escalated.

And, in that grand (exceedingly late) Kaijune tradition, this character and all related narrative elements are under a CC-BY 4.0 license, as long as I, Thomas F Johnson, am credited as their creator. 

#my art #my writing #kaiju #kaijune #dinosaur #monster #mad science #mad scientist #sculpture #diorama #photomanipulation #kaijune 2023

[practically-an-x-man]

Which of our OCs would get along the best, and which would absolutely loathe each other

Ooooh good question! I'm gonna try to organize this as best I can...

Rae: - Would get along with: Kayla! They had somewhat similar backstories in a way, coming into their power as retaliation for trying to protect someone they love, and she'd appreciate Kayla's sense of justice and devotion to doing good - Would loathe: Director Hawke. For one thing, she's a superhuman who isn't a witch (she's a mutant), so there would already be tension there, and Rae has such a strong sense of justice that it would end in more than a few fights

Robin: - Would get along with: Pippa comes to mind, I think they'd bond, but I also think she'd develop a fondness/friendship for Hyun-Ki while trying to save him from Jessi's control - Would loathe: Jessi. Between being deaf and having sonic powers herself, she's immune to Jessi's hypnosis, and it leaves her with a complete and utter hatred for how she chooses to use her powers.

Madison: - Would get along with: I'm going with Liah, actually. She's a bit pacifistic for Madison's tastes, and Madison would definitely insist on teaching her some sort of self-defense, but overall they'd get along really well (and seeing Liah be so comfortable with her nonhuman appearance would help Madison get more comfortable with her own mutations) - Would loathe: Hm... Esme. She'd feel very shallow and image-focused to Madison, whether or not that's true, and they wouldn't get along.

Ophelia: - Would get along with: Siv for sure. I mean, we've chatted offhandedly about it, but I really do think they'd make good allies and would be friends despite all the rampant taunting of each other - Would loathe: Max. She'd respect his tech out of academic curiosity, but they'd be on opposite sides and it would end in a lot of really nasty fights and property damages.

Jasper: - Would get along with: Cory! They'd be alt besties for sure - Would loathe: Ameerah. At first they might bond over their shared empathic abilities, but then Jasper would learn what she does with her ability in behavioral therapy and would get so disgusted that they can't go back.

Katherine: - Would get along with: Reggie! They have so many similar experiences to bond over together! - Would loathe: Onnie for sure. As someone who's worked closely with actual gods, Onnie's god complex would really get on her nerves. And that's not even mentioning all the issues of morality and violence.

Quinn: - Would get along with: Jay. He reminds her of Billy, for one, and they can bond over their experiences with their disabilities and how they came into them - Would loathe: In a weird way... Pyrrha, actually. It's really just jealousy of her prosthetics - she doesn't know the backstory behind them, so to her it just looks like Pyrrha has access to boundless tech that grants her all the mobility Quinn has lost. If they actually got over themself and tried to make friends, they could get close, but Quinn just can't get past the unconscious biases and jealousy of everything Pyrrha's able to do

Kestrel: - Would get along with: Arya. They'd bond over their love of harmless chaos and both being changelings/fae-related, and Kestrel would be largely immune to Arya's siren-calls so there's no risk of danger there. - Would loathe: Also Director Hawke. I was trying not to have any duplicates in this lineup, especially since you have so many OCs to work with, but the fact of the matter is that Hawke would try to sell Kestrel on the black market.

Eris: - Would get along with: Anyone that would give them a good fight, and be strong enough to get back up and do it again. Max and Laila come to mind. - Would loathe: Meredith. They don't understand her hesitance or refusal to just jump into a battle, and she gets just as irritated by his reckless violence - it's a strange detail to get hung up on, but it grates on both of them and they can never really bond.

Nikoletta: - Would get along with: Cassandra. Her dark magic and immunity to Nikoletta's shadow-touch would make her about the only person Nikoletta can relax around, and they're fairly similar women even beyond that. - Would loathe: Ember. She's not used to having people reach out or try to help her, so she'd distrusting of Ember's selfless tendencies and assumes he has some ulterior motive (even when they really are just trying to help). For a long time, Nikoletta believes that no action truly comes from the goodness of someone's heart, and believes Ember's always out to get something from her.

Indigo: - Would get along with: Thalia. She'd really respect her for defying what was expected of her and building her own life out of it, which is something Indie's always struggled to do. - Would loathe: Athena seems like the most obvious answer, but yeah it would be Athena.

Prometheus: - Would get along with: Hailey. They probably eased her nightmares while she was overseas, and continues to ease her nightmares even after her death (she's still conscious, and technically still exists in the Waking world... it counts, okay?) - Would loathe: The Negative Speed Force. It reminds them too much of other nightmares, or even themself as a nightmare before they became Prometheus

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my ocs #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #madison douglas #ophelia octavius #jasper wilson #oc kestrel #oc quinn/aces #oc katherine johnson #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux #oc indigo #oc prometheus #revan ocs

[characteroulette]

A study on prosecutors -- (previous) (next)

And now, some dark coffee for your jazz soul.

Okay full disclaimer upfront: I actually dislike Godot a lot. I think he's a bastard in a very unfun way and was never convinced by the game to be endeared to him. At every point he jars against me, though I understand why he would be appealing. He was designed to be cool and I can definitely see that. Many players find him attractive and compelling, but I am not one of them.

What I will say is that he was the perfect final boss to Phoenix's character arc in the trilogy. In fact, I believe that Godot is the most dangerous adversary we ever face in a mainline Ace Attorney game.

You probably understand what I mean by that if you've been following along. But still, let's start at the beginning.

Changing things up right from the get-go to set us off balance: the one to introduce us to Godot's presence is Luke Atmey, of all people. He even tosses in a line about how Edgeworth himself backed him as the best in the country, despite this being a total lie as we learn much later. It's a great setup to the mystery, however; who could this prosecutor be to even have Edgeworth's seal of approval?

Well, it turns out Godot is, in actuality, a complete nobody! Never having been in a single case as a prosecutor before this moment. It's sort of a funny play on our expectations, considering we've grown used to the spiel of prosecutors going undefeated in the courts for however many years. Nah, this guy is a total newbie on the scene.

And yet he knows our name. He knows who we are a little too well, in fact. Phoenix and we the player are rightfully unsettled by this guy's rather upfront disdain for us. It gets our minds turning; who could this man be? Another person like Edgeworth, maybe, connected to Phoenix's past?

(The game has given us all the clues we need to put it together, of course, but none of the context to fit any of it into coherency. It's so cool to see how well they set this all up from the very first trial; every piece of this puzzle was in our hands long before we could form a picture with it all.)

If you thought you might be dealing with a rookie, however, Godot makes it clear from the start that despite this being his first ever trial as a prosecutor, he's not lacking in any kind of experience. He basically runs circles around us, keeping a cool control over the proceedings and even managing to stay one step ahead of us at all times. It's like he knows our methods inside and out; it's a little uncanny just how outmatched we almost are against him. It's a little uncanny how prepared he is for every turn, how hard he battles against us and makes us work for every inch we gain. This in spite of Atmey doing his damndest to be found guilty, too!

The message is made clear upfront: you are going to have to really show that you've grown yourself in playing these games. You have to call on all your own experience in order to meet him and manage your case.

Even when you prove Ron's innocence, Godot cuts you down before you have the time to celebrate. Due to your arguments, you've ended up implicating him in a murder. A fact Godot definitely knew this whole time.

Thus ends our first trial day. And what an intro it is.

The setup of Godot as a right bastard is almost too good, in my opinion. He's a formidable opponent, refusing to give Phoenix any leeway and shutting us down at every turn. He goes so far as to restrict you to a perfect press or a single piece of evidence to present more than once! It's a very cool sort of mechanical playing around, a sort of "you better have studied up on what you're doing" advancement for the final game of the original trilogy, and for that I like it a lot! It really does feel like the culmination to every previous case we've ever charged our way through. A final test, if you will, hence my calling Godot our most formidable opponent.

It also, however, lends itself to my finding him too much of a bastard to really find likable. And we are meant to like him! I'm fairly sure, at least. He was designed to be cool and the ending really leans towards this. But I don't think it came together in the end, at least not for me.

Our second trial day is more of the same. Godot puts on the pressure and we have to fight tooth and nail to even get our point across. He gives us one chance to get it right and so we do just that. No matter the odds he throws at us, we manage in the end to prove Ron's innocence once more. And despite being thrown from his cool demeanour, it never gets to the point of a complete break in his facade, like it does for our other prosecutors. No matter how much we get Godot on the ropes, he's too smooth of a customer to ever be fully floundering.

It's a great way of showing he's cool, I'll give them that. It also goes a long way to presenting him as the determinator he is. Can you really get a more iconic line than, "I have returned from the depths of hell to do battle with you"? They gave Godot several really good lines. But he's a lot less relatable as a result. Until we learn his full deal, he's more antagonist than he is a person. His one motivating goal we ever really see from him is that he hates Phoenix and wants to destroy Phoenix completely. A goal not unique to him, really; another factor going against him feeling anything other than pure antagonist. And sure, we had our antagonists in Edgeworth, in Manfred, and in Franziska. But they had motives outside of purely crushing Phoenix. They showed their humanity somewhere in their first appearances. (Yes, even Manfred had something to him outside of pure antagonist.)

But Godot? He's a man of mystery. An appealing mystery, but one that never quite grabbed me like it was meant to.

Either way, we start the third case and come across our next truth about Godot: he's specifically seeking out trials we're heading.

It is funny how apparent it becomes that the Phoenix who blundered Maggey's initial trial was a phony due to Godot's complete disinterest in the case to begin with. If we weren't all ready keyed into this fact considering we're Phoenix ourselves, it's a hilarious little bit of character reinforcement. Godot sure does hate us! And only us, not some pretender faking as us. It's a trait that stays consistent about him and I appreciate how silly it is, even if it's just reinforcing his one main character motivation.

His methods through this trial remain the same, an unforgiving test of our skills. Though special mention to that moment where Armstrong flirts with him and he takes it in stride. Now that is how you write a smooth operator, I find that the most compelling moment Godot has. The reveal that he can't see red on white is also intriguing, another piece to this puzzle we can't quite fit anywhere. (A small aside, I realised recently that because Phoenix wears a red tie and a white dress shirt, this means Godot can't see Phoenix's tie at all. Hilarity, actually. I'm so sad this is a detail that is too silly to ever bring up, if they even realised it themselves, at least.)

But by the end of this trial, our battle is mostly with Tigre, not Godot. He chucks his coffee at us as the lights go out in the court and we see the glow of his visor. We've won Maggey's innocence, we've proved Tigre's guilt, and yet Godot is still as cool as ever.

By this point, the mystery deserves some sort of answer. Which we get once we start the fourth case and see one Diego Armando.

Now, I actually find Diego to be a much more intriguing character than Godot. They're the same in effect, cool and confident (and kinda misogynistic bastards), but Diego is the man who is alive. Godot is his shadow, and as this trial goes on you begin to understand exactly that. Diego coaches Mia through the case, encouraging her (and being a bit too condescending, but y'know. It's a trope, it's someone's cup of tea) and even getting the line which many consider one of the coolest in the series: "A lawyer doesn't cry until it's all over". Diego does a hell of a lot of work to humanise Godot, to make everything about him understandable and click into place. For that, I really applaud them.

It hurts all the more knowing what we do from case 1, that he's going to be poisoned and put into a coma. It hurts knowing that this trial ends in tragedy for literally everyone involved, despite all our best efforts to fight for the truth.

And Diego had to deal with the guilt of knowing he lent his hand towards Terry's death. He gave the man his coffee with which to drink that poison. I really do feel all his regret when he crushes the mug in his hand and turns to face Mia, his hand dripping with blood. Actually the coolest moment drenched in that overwhelming tragedy. What a great way to convey all his regrets while retaining his level-headed demeanour.

They've shown their hand and we've put this puzzle together. It's all in service of the final case of the game, in which there's so many threads to wrap up that tie together beautifully.

The fact that Godot can't make it to the first day of the trial is our first big clue, even if it fits with his character. Phoenix isn't able to make it to the trial, either. Of course Godot wouldn't show up if Phoenix wasn't there! It's a clever nod to this setup they've established and also a great clue to the truth of things. And when we finally do see him again, it's in front of the training chamber and he really shows off his true colours. He doesn't hold back in telling us how little he thinks of us, nor does he hold back against Franziska. (And how dare he, really!!) His words bite into Phoenix, though, and make him falter in his normally unwavering faith in what he's doing. It may seem ridiculous to us, what Godot says, but it's digging into that same sense of grief he and Phoenix both feel over Mia's death.

Finally, though, we can understand why exactly he holds this grudge against Phoenix; it's misplaced grief. Godot lost someone he cared deeply for, someone he felt he should have been protecting, through a perceived blunder on his part. He found out at the same time that Mia's understudy took up her mantle but also couldn't save her. And so he channelled any and all of his grief and guilt at Mia's death into hatred for Phoenix. He blames Phoenix wrongfully for Mia's death because there was nothing he could do to save Mia, so how could this guy have also done nothing? How could he not have saved her? It's a refusal to meet his grief, an insistence on only action mattering in the face of such crippling feelings, a sense of machismo that is more familiar than expected.

(Because didn't Phoenix fall into this as well when Edgeworth was presumed dead? Didn't Phoenix also misplace all his grief into anger in his refusal to confront his feelings over Edgeworth seemingly rejecting all his efforts to help him?) What I'm saying is that Takumi had a pattern to his writing grief in the original trilogy exemplified perfectly in both Phoenix and Godot's reactions to finding out their loved one had died. It's an unhealthy sort of grief, a complicated sort of coping with those emotions too agonising to deal with, and a fascinating look into a built in parallel between our main antagonist and our protagonist.

After all, if Phoenix could come to terms with his grief, if he could move on to a healthier sort of acceptance, than maybe Godot can, too.

But it's a little too late for Godot as he proves to have let that anger rule his actions. He's the one who killed Maya's mother, even if at the time she was channeling the woman who took Diego out of the world.

I also like this bit of the trial, cross-examining Maya but in actuality pressing Godot for answers. It's a neat little twist, that we use Maya as the jumping point for catching Godot in his lies. Maya's insistence in protecting him is pretty interesting, mainly because I don't understand what drives her to do so other than the fact that he protected her (they never interacted before while Mia was alive, so she only knows him from the two trials Phoenix had against him), but it is a really fascinating point in her testimony.

Again, I'm really sure we're meant to like him as well. This is supposed to make sense! As is his sharing a cup with Phoenix as the trial comes to an end. There's supposed to be that catharsis there, that acceptance of two enemies setting their swords down and coming to an understanding. I see it, but I just don't really feel it, sorry.

Anyway, yeah. I'm probably pretty off-base with most of this. I'd appreciate hearing more opinions on the coffee man!!

#Momo writes stuff #Ace Attorney #Godot #Diego Armando #Essay time for Momo #Trials and Tribulations #Aa3 spoilers #Spoilers #I'm probably so off base here #I really hate this motherfucker #I didn't even mention how he uses Manfred's language at times!! #But yeah anyway

[twilightmalachite]

Cruise - To the Southern Isle 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Natsume, Sora, Tsumugi, Shu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofers: rui

"How do I put this? Seeing such a creature just fills me with inspiration!"

Season: Summer

Location: Tropical Island Sandy Beach

⚠️ This chapter is not yet JP Proofread!

Natsume: So the way home has suNK… Hold oN. What on earth is happeniNG?

Tsumugi: Natsume-kun, what time is it? Could you have lost track of the hour when we were enjoying ourselves, or gotten the schedule wrong?

Natsume: No, we should still have had plenty of leewAY. And I didn’t get the time wroNG. I set the alarm right when you told me what it wAS.

Tsumugi: Hmm~…

…Could it be…?

Sora: ? Does Senpai know what happened?

Tsumugi: I heard about this phenomenon some while ago.

There are some places that are affected by unique magnetic fields. There, clocks and the such can sometimes become delayed due to their presence.

It’s possible that this island is one of those affected places.

Sora: So, even though the clock says it’s this time, it’s actually already passed?

Tsumugi: Well, it’s just a guess, really. But it’s all I can think of…

Natsume: Whatever the reasON, when will the path next appeAR?

Tsumugi: Ummm… It’s hard to say… I suppose in a couple of months?

Natsume: A-A couple of months!?

Sora: Eh, it will take that long!?

Tsumugi: Yes, unfortunately…

Sora: Ehh~… This is really bad, huh~? What to do…

Natsume: How will we survive in a barren place like thIS… It’s impossible to even begin to graSP. How could this have happenED…

(AhH… I seriously really cannot deal with summER…)

Location: Cruise Ship Deck

Shu: Hmm… I had a clear conception of the vision in my mind. From now on, however…

Yes, that’s correct. Ordinarily, I would refuse, but I will allow it on this one occasion.

In any case, if you wish to modify the outfit, the stage production must be modified correspondingly. The schedule is rather tight, yes, but… We’ll make it work.

Of course. I can make the adjustments before the final stage. See you, then.

…Non! Little girl, I know you are hiding behind that houseplant. I’ve had my eye on you for a while now… Stop looking at me like I’m crazy and come on out.

Hm? You felt you couldn’t come out because I was having a serious talk with the dancers…?

Well, that would be correct. Given they are hoping for a readjustment at a time like this, I would say it’s a serious situation.

However, an apology from you is not warranted, little girl. It’s not your fault that these changes are being made.

In addition, while you are the producer of this project, it is the director and dancers who have creative control in this case.

Hm? You’re asking if that’s why I’m able to stay calm and collected despite the situation?

Hmph. I am still profoundly irate beyond a doubt. To call for sudden readjustments and changes at a point like this…

Nevertheless, it was also their way of expressing that they believe that it’d be best if it isn’t merely my vision.

If it concerns the furthering of stage and performance… When it comes to the sublime, if I am persuaded that it is necessary, I cannot help but concede.

Yet, the fact I was invited to be a director and designer—and aboard this luxurious ship like this is the result of my skill being sought.

I will get this job done as a professional.

Let us move on. What brought you here, little girl?

The fact you waited until I was free means that you have business with me, yes?

This island has a limestone cave…? What relevance does this have?

Hm. Ah, I see. So you plan to join the passengers and staff to go visit this cave.

Do I want to come with you?

Non, I’ll have to refuse. I have no desire to trod around hot places. You may go with all the others.

Besides, I have all sorts of things I wish to commence work on. And so, I’ll be returning to my room.

Oh, it appears the ship has arrived at the dock. Go ahead, get going.

…Now then. I’ll head back to my room—

Hm? What was that lustrous color in the corner of my eye just now…?

Hmm? Ah, it’s perching on the edge of the boat… A butterfly, huh?

(! Hmm, what exquisite wings it has…!)

I’ve never seen a butterfly like this before. Perhaps it’s a species that isn’t found anywhere else.

How do I put this? Seeing such a creature just fills me with inspiration!

Ahh… I sound like that Tsukinaga right now. How horrid.

(Well, no matter. It’d be a shame to let this inspiration go to waste.)

(I might be able to integrate that wing shape into the outfit adjustments. If I could acquire a reference of it…)

It’d be a pity to capture it, so I’ll photograph it instead—Ahh, it flew off right before I took it!

Agh… Wait, you! Stay still and let me take a photo, at least!

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#cruise #event #translation #shu itsuki #natsume sakasaki #tsumugi aoba #sora harukawa #anzu

[impunkster-syndrome]

Thinking about Sparklecare more (Partially due to my system and having people from it and myself adopting the form of a mood mouse), and also reflecting on my own ER stay overnight.

I was voluntarily hospitalized for an OD on OTC pain medications to causr damage to my liver. It would have been a slow, agonizing death. But, what drove me to suicide was ableism and abuse from relatives I was living with about me being physically disabled and getting crutches for myself with my own money. My therapist called the cops on me because one of my headmates texted him.

I was taken there in an ambulance, the only things I had were my phone, clothes, and a stuffed animal. In the ER I had an EKG done and attempts at blood draws before I just got put in the psych ward overnight to talk to a social worker in the morning. My phone was taken from me, so I had no way to contact friends or family. I had to change into psych ward clothes that were like scrubs. I had written down phone numbers on paper and kept it in my bra so I could call others with landlines to give updates.

My room in the psych ward was a bed in the middle of the floor, white walls everywhere, and a TV I couldn't control. No windows or any other form of stimulation. I felt like I was losing my mind out of boredom. Boredom to me feels borderline physically painful, so I'd spend my time sleeping or being terrified. At one point a doctor told me that I can't use my OTC meds for a while to let my liver process it without adding more, and treated me like I just had no idea I was possibly going to die. I got woken up to do blood draws by nurses despite my fear of needles and them never listening to me on how to get it to work and how large needles cause pain for me and typically never work with my anxiety. My insomnia and anxiety made it hard to sleep, as well as hearing other patients beg to go home. One woman was crying about not being able to see her child. I couldn't even eat anything more than an orange because the meals they had were not gluten free and I have celiac. I was starving and just hoping my hypoglycemia didn't kick in and make things worse.

In the morning I was basically dropped off with my things at home after a social worker just did nothing. The person assigned to me for care and helping me get resources ghosted me multiple times. I was homeless for a month because I fled the house due to it being unsafe for me to stay there with an abusive relative and two enablers.

There's stuff to be said about medical malpractice and abuse in hospitals. About the refusal to believe patients or treat us as people who have autonomy. That as soon as you are considered "too ill" you are basically abandoned and left to die. The idea of media that speaks about the ableism from professionals was what drew me in, so I was exceedingly disappointed in the fact that what I was getting wasn't that. In the world of SCH, doctors are more akin to an oppressor social class with nurses under them, when oppression doesn't have a super structured levels of power. It's like a radfem view of ableism.

#sparklecare hospital #sparklecare critical #sparklecare #blackbox thoughts #I think probably the worst thing about my suicide attempt was it being the same day as my relationship anniversary #I can't really celebrate that day due to how traumatic it was