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script-a-world · 1 year

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If universe A is almost the same as universe B, except B's time flow is 12 times faster than A (1 year in A equals 12 years in B), how does this affect a human from B if they are in A (and vice versa)? Does this make human B ages faster compared to the people in A, even though human B ages normally in universe B? And how about B's body movement speed in relation to environment in universe A?

Tex: Why is B’s timeflow “faster” than A’s? What’s going on to make that happen? Wouldn’t humans from B also follow the laws of physics and age at the 12x rate of their universe just like every other thing in Universe B? What forces of physics would grant humans in Universe B an exception to this rate of time? Why?

How is Universe B’s timeflow “faster” than Universe A’s in the first place? Is A the “standard” rate of time, and how is that calculated within the boundaries of your plot? Could Universe B be a microcosm of A, much like a virtual computer within a real computer?

Feral: Would the human even notice the difference in how the time ran? It’s called Relativity for a reason. Consider Einstein’s train, or the twin paradox. Time is literally different depending on the velocity we’re traveling within our own universe, but we don’t even notice. Because although we live in four dimensions, we really can only manipulate three dimensions. Likely the human from Universe A living in Universe B would not notice the difference in how time passes until returning to Universe A and clearly having aged at a different rate than their friends and family.

Wootzel: I’m going to piggyback on and expand Feral’s answer a bit.

I would suggest checking out that link Feral gave, and looking up other resources about how time dilation works in reality, because there are laws of physics to fall back on here if you want to go that route.

The simplest explanation of motion-based time dilation I can think of is this: Time moves more slowly when you move through space more quickly. The closer you get to the speed of light, the more slowly time goes. So, if you orbit a planet for one year (as you, the orbiter, perceive) at a great enough speed that time is going 10% as quickly as on the planet’s surface, and then you return to the surface, 10 years will have passed. In order for time dilation to be this noticeable, you’d need the orbiter to be traveling at ~298 million meters per second, and the speed of light is a little over 299 million meters per second, so… we don’t have that kind of tech! But if one of your universes is moving nearly the speed of light relative to the other, you could explain the time difference in this way.

There’s also gravity-based time dilation, but since you mentioned whole universes, not planets or spaceships, I’m going to assume this one doesn’t apply.

Buuuut now I’m going to go off the rails. You said your universes are “almost the same” except for the rate of time flow, so I suspect you’re doing more of an alternate universe kind of thing, rather than talking about objects relative to each other in space. So, maybe time dilation in reality isn’t relevant to you.

In which case, fortunately for you, there are no rules! You have to make them up. You can borrow someone else’s if you want (though I’d caution against intentionally doing so) but really, you decide how this works.

When a being from A goes to B, if they continue to experience time relative to A, they’re going to have a really weird time. They’re going to feel like they’re stuck in slow motion, literally unable to keep pace with anything happening around them, and they’d probably struggle to communicate with anyone around them even if the people from B are trying to slow down for them. I would guess that in this case they’d age at a speed that feels normal to them. If they return home after an hour of their time (12 of the other universe’s, but it would still feel like an hour to A), they’d see than an hour had passed. You’d have to handwave this, if you want this option; there are no realities in which things work like this. I suppose you could say that all the matter in the universe just vibrates at a different frequency? Or blame it on magic. Or just not explain it! There’s not usually a reason to explain things like this if the mechanics are not plot-relevant.

The other possibility would be more like time dilation. One hour spent in B would feel normal! Until they come back and find that 12 hours have passed. If a new parent went to B and got lost for a year, they’d come back to find their child over half grown. (Editing note from a week later, I got this backwards. But, you get the idea.)

My question for you is this: If the universes are “almost the same” minus the time flow, what does that mean? Did they start out the same, but one universe might be millions of years ahead of the other and therefore unrecognizable? Or are you going for a situation in which a character could step into the other universe and almost not realize they aren’t home?

If the universes are almost the same at all times, what are the rules for that? Let’s say a character who is a new parent goes to the other universe. Maybe they meet their other self (if this is the kind of story where alternate universes have alternate selves). After a short time, they go back home.

What happens if they visit the other universe again, years down the line? Would time have kept marching on quickly, meaning that the other version of themselves is now old or dead? Or would they somehow end up in the corresponding time in B, and still be the same age as their other self?

I’m already hurting my own head just asking! But, this is the kind of thing you might have to figure out if you want to write a story that bends time. Fans of this kind of stuff will often accept any set of rules, but get really upset if you establish rules and then break them, or contradict yourself without explaining why the contradiction actually works. (If you’re just writing for you, then do whatever you want!)

So… the tl;dr of this is that there aren’t rules, and you can make up whatever ones suit your story. Time dilation/relativity doesn't really apply to other universes as far as we know, because we haven’t found any other universes. So whether this is magic, sci-fi, unexplained, or fully explained, you can do anything with it.

#anne-lida #time #age

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sammygender · 1 year

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every time i read one of the all so common transphobic articles about the worrying rise in girls transitioning or what fucking ever it’s only like two paragraphs before they start going on about how Many girls feel it is easier to come out as trans male than a lesbian. are you absolutely fucking kidding me. being gay is shit but this is not 1993 it TRULY is not that uncommon or that taboo. i am the first to say that it’s not as easy as the whole ‘gen z are so progressive’ movement makes out it is but the same applies to being trans one hundred fucking times more. sure, when i was 13 and i tried to come out to my mom as into girls she shut me down pretty quick, but by the time i was 16 she was ready for that because the truth is by this point gay people have been in the public consciousness for a while. meanwhile my transness destroys her. lesbians are in tv and they’re all over tiktok and sooooo many 12 year old girls identify as some variant of wlw now, in 2023, in an averagely liberal area. and the average liberal parent isn’t going to care Much if their kid is gay but they very easily might send you to conversion therapy if you’re trans. these days in the uk you don’t get isolated from a friend group the same for mentioning your ex of the same gender in most cases, but correcting someone on a pronoun gets you branded as the crazy transgender in a microsecond and then everyone’ll stay away from you. into more personal experiences: if i told my colleagues (of at least some i’m sure are homophobic) i liked girls (which they’d perceive as gay) i’d get treated weird sure but if my work found out i was trans and not just some quirky little tomboy who the kids mix up the gender of i would 100% be fired.

anyway sorry this is turning into a crazy little rant it just makes me so angry bc this bullshit is everywhere. and it cherry picks the rare detransitioner experience like the ex-gay movement of the 2000s used to and then tells the story of hundreds of other trans people through the eyes of a journalist or a medical practitioner who clearly comes into this not believing them and refers to people consistent in their identity as the opposite and expects us to do the same. literally makes me want to cry because it’s people who have never made the effort to know a trans person and they get to make all the decisions they get to write their little fucking articles in the spectator or the independent or the fucking guardian and they get to put it as this very clear issue where young girls are being duped and medicalised and told there is something wrong with them WHICH OBVIOUSLY ANY RATIONAL PERSON WOULD BE AGAINST and they don’t make any effort to try and understand even though people have been DOING this for hundreds of years it’s just never been this Public before and they’re so cruel about it. & what about the hundreds upon hundreds of adult trans people of whom transitioning saved them? & what about the fact that, in your entire article, you cite 2 detransitioners and just talk about how Certain you are that everyone currently transitioning will regret it without any actual other proof? do you realise that ninety percent of people who transition have no other options and have to do shit like cut off their family or work in different fields than they wanted or lose the ability to raise kids or be poor forever affording it or all of the above?? and of course even if they didn’t it’d still be fine but i just want to make the point to these fucking people that we’re not doing this for fun i would actually literally genuinely murder a human being if it let me be cisgender because it would be so easy & i’ve hated myself for being gay before sure but never to this insane point because at least the world recognises, these days, that homophobia isn’t morally GREAT, and we don’t get articles in every fucking newspaper about the cult of homosexuality young teenagers are recruited into. and i know the process of being trans is fucking weird. that’s bc it IS fucking weird. i just hate it so much no one makes one tiny effort to try and understand it’s just whiplash and Concern and I think we should be very careful what we let children do to themselves…. And like to be perfectly fucking honest i think we should be very careful that we don’t let children kill themselves bc transitioning has a crazy high reduction rate in suicides and if any antidepressant had that suicide reduction rate it’d be a fucking miracle. and yes we should treat kids for mental health before they transition but that would require good mental health services, wouldn’t it, which nobody seems to be working on implementing anyway? so is that an issue with trans healthcare or is that an issue with mental healthcare BC i think it is actually the latter. & i’m so angry that hundreds upon hundreds of people have just accepted this as truth.

#and at some point it’s like. Ok what do you want us to fucking do. bc if we could talk ourselves into being mildly ok with our assigned #gender we fucking would. not least because it’d save us hundreds upon hundreds of pounds.#trans #oliver talks #tw transphobia

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years

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A Cure for Insomnia CH 1.

This is a reader insert I originally started posting on AO3. I’m cross posting here because I know some of the fandom still lives here.

Quick Disclaimer:

This is a fic I'm writing for my own comfort.

I was inspired by RaeBees (you can check out their works over on Quotev and AO3), and how they characterize the "proxies". Having always seen the characters different than most of the fandom I've interacted with I never really shared my thoughts until now. This work is only placed in the Creepypasta tag so it reaches its demographic. However, I am fully aware of the fact that no main character is considered a Pasta.

It may also appear to lean more Toby X Protag in the beginning but end goal is protag with all three, and Brian and Tim already in a relationship. How I picture it now is a slowburn but Toby and Protag will be in a friends with benefits relationship before either has any feelings, so I think that counts. Some may be confused by the asexual protag tag but it'll be explained in story, as an Ace myself I get frustrated with media that only show one version and say it goes for us all. That being said I don't represent the whole Ace community but I hope to provide a bit more representation for some others out there.

Protag will be depicted as agender, and will have a few tics that stem from their Autism. Again I don't speak for any others with Autism but I hope to provide some representation for those in similar positions.

Tags will be updated as the story progresses. Canon-Typical violence and mental health issues are to be expected if you feel uncomfortable with those aspects I advise you to not engage. This story will also have a lot of NSFW themes and scenes so I highly discourage anyone under the age of 18 from viewing this work. You will get warnings on chapters with NSFW and I will make it skippable as well.

I'm also very nitpicky and gave the main characters birthdays just because it irritates me when it gets mentioned once and you have to do the math or imagine your own conversation when a birthday was too close to a character's.

Tim January 1st, home state Alabama

Toby April 28th, home state Virginia (saw this years ago no clue if it's accurate)

Protag May 13th, home state Virginia

Brian May 23rd, home state Alabama

Connor the service dog July 18th, home state Kentucky

I've referred to Protag as Protag here but in story they're referred to as YN.

Everything felt impossibly dull; your senses, the dark room you're currently in, the noise coming from the fan just to the left of the bed on which you laid. Turning to the window beside your head you stare out into that weird midnight summer sky. More of a gray than a true dark blue night, cast in an orange glow that made the night seem closer to day than it truly was. While the time was just half past twelve, you felt it may have been more accurate to say it was closer to four in the morning.

You're exhausted but that true sort of exhaustion where whatever energy you have left buzzes all around. It consumes your entire being, dances between being deafeningly loud in your ears to giving you twitches in your legs. You'd laid down hours ago thinking you'd be tired enough to sleep once your tics started to spasm in closer intervals, but to no avail were you able to rest. That buzzing preventing you from dreamland. Maybe the hum of your body was right, you didn't really need to sleep, you just wanted it to feel normal.

Knowing the battle had already been lost you push yourself off the bed and grab a pair of shorts off the floor. Slipping them on you contemplate your options for the night. Going into town was out since it was Sunday...well Monday now, but there would be nothing but bars open and you were never one for drinking. And as fun as a drive sounds right now, you feel the buzzing in your bones grow stronger, you need to move. A late night hike should keep you occupied, with it being so quiet and the middle of the night you wouldn't even have to take your headphones to cancel out the sounds of other people, you aren't likely to run into many people tonight.

Deciding on a hike you grab a mask and car keys and make your way to your yellow Kia Soul. A going away present from your parents that they gave you the moment you got your driver's license after your 24th birthday. Having anxiety throughout your life you'd never been in the head space to start driving till later on, and while you still don't enjoy driving you are pretty good at it even with your “late” start. Surfing through radio stations as you let the car warm up you find your latest obsession, it's a conspiracy theory podcast that someone in Kepler managed to blast through the limited air ways of the town. Impressive considering Kepler was in a radio quiet zone and even cell phones couldn't work in the small town, luckily you lived just outside of the zone so you could send texts and call your parents every weekend.

It seemed today's episode was a rerun, Mothman: Murderer, Man, or Myth. It was actually one of your favorites, the paranormal stories tended to be more entertaining than hearing about how a man could murder sixteen people while working as a cop ruining evidence to lead the others off his trail. Humans could be more vial and cruel than any little gray alien from the future or tall Fresno Nightcrawler could ever be. And they weren't as entertaining to hear about, nor were their exploits as impressive. You could always see patterns, either connecting clues first or finding connections no one else saw, it was never hard to tell where a certain case would lead so you'd always end up disappointed in humanity when they overlooked such obvious clues. Though that often led you down a path of deep diving for information to see just how obvious it was, more often than not you'd find that the most logical conclusion was shady public officers. After investigating so many cold cases you're sure if you're ever in trouble you'll never involve the police, in the end they'd probably just ignore you and rule your case closed if anything ever did happen to you.

'I'd haunt them if they did.' You decide and you shift gears and begin driving to the Monongahela National Forest, as the timeline of Mothman sightings and events play out before for your ears.

Instead of going through town and possibly loosing the signal of the show, you drive on the old dirt road that runs along the very edge of the town, partially covered in trees. This over grown road is the main reason Kepler doesn't see many visitors, the second someone makes their way onto it coming off the interstate they floor it until they see civilization. Over the few months you've been here you've nearly been run right off the road by spooked tourists, trying to escape whatever ghouls their wild imaginations created. The only real thing on this road was a mini mart gas station, and even though it was shady as hell the cashier didn't bug you too much when you came in in the dead of night. Plus they had a cat, how could you not stop in and say hi to little ole Magnolia?

Speaking of which you should probably get a drink for your hike, you could already feel your throat drying out. Turning into the parking lot you're happy to see no other cars around, putting your face mask on you make your way inside. As usual the store is dead at this time, and Ronnie is manning the desk. What's unusual is the man also behind the counter, he has dark brown hair that he's tied into a small and low ponytail, thick sideburns frame his face. You immediately take note of the slight imperfections of his face, most would see the slit in his eyebrow as following the current trend or even just a genetic thing, but you can see the slightly off color of a healed scar that starts just above his eyebrow and ends mid eyelid, he has a few smaller discolorations on his crooked nose, you'd guess he's had it broken at least twice.

Briefly taking a glance to his brown eyes before looking away, today is not an eye contact day. Nodding in their directions, the best acknowledgment you can give right now, you make your way to the freezers. From the freezer section you can hear Ronnie “explain” you.

“That's YN, a regular mainly at night though. A bit skittish and rarely ever says more than 'thanks have a nice day'” Even though she's whispering you can hear everything. Including the high octave her voice takes to mimic you, it feels more like mocking.

If being mocked hadn't already put you on edge the eyes boring into you have. The eyes may not be roaming over your body but the icky crawling of your skin sure makes it feel that way. The feeling of being put under a microscope has always made you sick, the stares, the leers and sneers, and the judgment just makes you want to implode on the spot. Cease existence, be swallowed into the abyss. You're about to set yourself into an anxiety attack with all these thoughts.

'Mask, mask, mask' you repeat over and over in your head, it's the only thing you can focus on. You are wearing a mask, there is one thing they can't perceive, the face is the most important for humans to perceive, your mask protects you.

Without looking you pull a water bottle from the cooler. You don't think you like this brand but the sports mouth makes up for it, and you can't focus enough to grab another. As the imaginary spiders crawl their way under your skin and your breath hitches you make your way over to the counter head down, never looking up at the employees beyond the counter. Your vision is blurring in time with the beating of your heart, you can't tell if it's due to nerves or from being up for five days in a row.

“Hey YN, how're you?” Ronnie asks, her tone is different from the past times you've been in. It's higher and has a lilt in it that you'd expect from a teasing friend. But Ronnie isn't a friend and has never spoken to you like this, you hate it. You nod to politely move on with the process, between the crawling of your skin and the buzzing underneath it you feel sick. And you're now very aware of the existence of your eyelids, you try to focus on ignoring that awareness. You need to move.

“Hmm, that's good. Anyway this is Tim! He's just started so go easy on him.” you hear the sound of a hand hitting fabric and assume she's patted Tim's shoulder as she introduced Tim to you. Why was she doing this, what purpose could introducing you two have? You nod again, was anyone going to ring you out?

“Hi, this all?” a deep voice asked, it isn't extremely deep more of a standard baritone that has a slight raspy quality, probably a reformed smoker. You don't smell cigarettes currently so he could've quit after years. Unfortunately despite your efforts to stave them off your blinking tics emerge. Making it difficult to keep your eyes open for longer than a nano second.

Startled and ticcing you look up and catch his eyes, you see pity in them, before casting your glance back to the counter. You can never tell what's worse people seeing you as weird or seeing you as something needing to be fixed. Nodding again, Tim tells you the total; a dollar fifty eight, and you hand him two dollars from your wallet.

Tim doesn't ask if you want the receipt or a bag, he prints out the receipt and hands you your change. The change goes immediately into the cat food fund for Magnolia. She got diagnosed with diabetes about a month ago and having worked in shelters and pet stores you know just how expensive her prescription food is. After folding the receipt into your wallet, Tim gently slides the water bottle over to you.

“Have a good night.” he says it so low and gentle, as if he thinks you'll shatter in front of him. As kind as the gesture seems, you aren't that fragile...or maybe you are if you have to keep repeating 'mask' over and over in your head to ground yourself. With a final nod you turn and make your way to the door, and just as you open it you hear Ronnie call out.

“Awwww, c'mon YN at least say 'Hi' to Tim.” You really don't like how she squeaked out 'hi'.

Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself, you'll show them both you can do this simple task. Even if you can't stop blinking long enough to see straight. Once you've steadied yourself you turn and look at Tim. He's sending you a look that says 'You don't have to' all that's missing is a slow head shake to complete his unease with this “peer pressure”.

But you can do this you can say 'Hi, Tim.' Two words super simple, nothing complex like 'Hi, Tim, nice to meet you.' and so much better than the option of your next meeting saying 'Hi, Tim. Sorry for spazzing out the other night.'. Yup you can do this just breathe, you open your mouth and...and you've forgotten what to say. Looking like a deer in headlights, well at least the tics stopped, you say the first thing that pops in.

“Mask.” You've said it loud and clear both cashiers heard you.

Tim stares with wide eyes and you see Ronnie failing to hide her laughter. Out of all the ways this could've gone this was probably the best outcome for her. The blinking has started up again, this time growing more frequent. You can't even hold your eyes open, to the two cashiers it must look like you're in pain or crying. And while you want to die of embarrassment, crying is a bit of an extreme for you.

So with red face and the inability to see you leave through the door, and try to make your way back to your car. Once in you lock the doors, switch the car on, and rest your head on the steering wheel. Out of every way this stop could've gone, being perceived by a new comer and Ronnie was not what you expected. While this hadn't been the worst five minutes or so of your life, it definitely would be another thing keeping you up at night for the next twenty years.

Calming down in the cool quiet dark of your car your slowly brought back to the world by the beginning of a new episode. This one talking about the Tailypo legend. A favorite story of yours from when you were a kid living on the coast of Virginia. So with yet another deep breath and the wave of nostalgia, you pull out of the parking lot and slowly coast down the old dirt road. Heading yet again for the Monongahela forest.

It's nearly two in the morning when you roll up to see an RV parked by the forgotten entrance of the park. It isn't surprising at all to find an RV out here since the Monongahela Forest is one of the most beautiful parks you've ever been to. You also don't think anything of them being parked by this unused entrance because you use it all the time since finding it accidentally. Figuring they just wanted to camp and be left to their own devices rather than use the RV sites and be bothered with other campers here for the summer.

Climbing out of your car you notice the RV isn't new by any means but it isn't a total rust bucket either, looks like it's been passed around throughout the years. There isn't anything to suggest it's been here a while, nothing left set up outside, must have just gotten into town then. You do happen to notice dog tracks around the sandy dirt you've parked in, good to know they have a dog before you slammed your car door. Closing the door gently behind you so you don't startle a pup and wake up it's owner or owners, you make your way through the woods. No real direction in mind, with no real thought in your head. Just the thought of moving and to keep on moving.

You could walk the same path every time you came through and always find something different. In fact that's exactly what happens, you're almost positive that you've deepened the imprint of the path just from walking through several times a week. Following the same winding path you usually do, climbing over the fallen tree, and through a scattering of blueberry thicket's you find yourself on the edge of one of the forest's many streams. It's your favorite spot in the forest so far, and about as far as you've gotten considering these hikes of yours take place during the dead of night.

The wind picks up and sends a chill through you, taking that as a sign you slide down to sit by the stream. Vans placed to your side as you sink your feet into the cool water. It's peaceful out here, so cool, and quiet, save for the slight noises the stream makes, various bubbling and drips. You try to think on things like your recent move, your job, the embarrassing 'mask' incident, just life in general. But you can't seem to form a single thought, this happens a lot, you've recently been conscious of the fact that you've been running on auto pilot for the past two months, hell a lot longer than that. You think everyone must get like this from time to time, but you think you've always been this way. Keen to dissociating and slipping in and out of existence.

It's quite nice really, except for the times like right now where you'd love to figure out why the silence in your head is so painfully loud. The more you think on it the louder it gets and the stronger the buzzing under your skin feels. And right now the static in your mind has been getting louder and louder for the past few minutes. You feel your head jerk to the right of it's own accord, moving back in place it happens for a second time, and then a third, then jerks up, before jerking a forth time to the right effectively cracking you neck.

“There we go.” you mumble, you can relax a bit as the verbal tic indicates the end of this round of tics.

Sighing you look at the sky...that can't be right. The sky has been painted it's fresh baby blues for the day, but again that can't be right. You just got to the stream, that path is a thirty minute walk meaning it should be just about two thirty in the morning, but the sky suggests it's five or six at the latest. Reaching for your water bottle you find it empty next to you. You didn't fall asleep you know that much, perhaps you did dissociate tonight. Well this hike was disappointing if you knew you were going to dissociate you'd have saved yourself that embarrassment and stayed home. Maybe done some painting or tidied up.

Sighing you push yourself off the ground, collecting you vans you're about to put them on when you notice a figure off in the distance. You freeze out of shock and stare at the figure, it stares back. The figure is about ten yards away, god your near sighted ass should really remember to not leave your glasses in the car when hiking. The figure starts to make it's way to you and after a few steps you realize it hasn't moved from it's spot. Rolling your eyes you ignore the hallucination.

You'd really needed to get sleep last night, today is day six of no sleep and though you haven't had many episodes these past few days, you have a feeling they'll start to get more prominent today. Hopefully tonight you can manage to get some rest, the longer you go without sleep the more realistic the hallucinations become. But for today you're content with the knowledge that it's just shadow like beings that you'll be seeing.

After putting on your shoes you start the thirty minute hike back to your car. You're thankful for the weather in Kepler, nothing like back on the coast. Here you can go for a morning hike through the forest while a gentle breeze passes by and the sun starts to give the area a pleasant warmth. Back on the coast you couldn't run and grab the mail without getting drenched in moisture from either sweat, humidity, or a mixture of both. The coast sucks, hell Virginia sucks altogether, you're glad to be in Kepler.

“I want to go home, home.” you say out of nowhere.

Before you reach the entrance you hear barking, oh the RV campers must be up. Should you be careful not to scare them, or just walk normally and say 'Good morning' in passing, maybe just nod your head in greeting. Oh and you've stopped just beside the entrance as you got lost in your rambling. You didn't mean to come to a stop here, and as you try to move you notice how silent it's gotten. Did the dog go inside, maybe they've already passed...no it's too quiet for that. No the silence is oppressive like the one you deal with nightly, there's a reason for the silence. The situation's making you feel uneasy, but that could be the sleep deprivation talking.

You're about to brush it off and move when you hear a whispered, “Seriously man, I don't think anyone's out there. Let's get inside.”

There's a noise of agreement before you hear shuffling. Oh no, you zoned out and now you look like a weirdo stalker. Just perfect, maybe if you wait around a little more you'll seem more normal or at least feel normal. Not knowing how long to wait you walk along the tree line for a bit, looking at the ground as you do making sure you won't step on any snakes. In you quest to not step on any snakes you spot something suspiciously off white. It seems purposefully buried under a dead blueberry bush and some fallen branches.

Having listened to too many true crime shows, you know better than to implicate yourself in a murder. Grabbing a stick off the ground you gently brush the foliage away from the supposed corpse. No way, you can't believe your luck, it's an actual fucking skull. An intact skull of a deer! That is so cool, you've only seen taxidermists on TikTok getting so lucky and finding these dudes. Since the jaw bone is connected by tissue it of course isn't with the skull but maybe it's close by? Clearly this got planted or hidden by someone, maybe they were planning on pranking a friend by 'uncovering' a skull later. Oh well, finders keepers and all that, you have way better plans for this guy, hopefully you can find that jaw bone.

You set off searching through the foliage and near by bushes with the branch while holding the skull in your other arm. After searching about three feet around and finding no more bones you decide that this is the only part of the deer's skeleton in this area. A little disappointed but still thrilled with your find, you decide it must be a good time to go back to your car.

Surely you won't look weird now. You a little forager with their treasure in hand. Looks like you'll be busy cleaning, then bleaching, and cleaning these bones today. Is that the order to treat found bones? You aren't sure but you can look into that later. Placing the skull in the trunk so it doesn't roll about and get damaged you make sure it's secure before closing the trunk and getting into your car and locking the doors.

Not once did you notice the pairs of eyes that had been watching you. One watching as you found the deer skull, and the other set seeing you place bones into your car. They kept watching as you fiddled with the radio while the car was starting up. They watched as you pulled out of the sandy dirt lot and drove back down the old road a little faster than before now that you could clearly see.

#creepypasta fanfic #ticci tobyx reader #brain thomas x reader #timothy wright x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #reader insert #no clue if I'm reaching a wider audience than AO3 but I'll try this out #Crossposted #as of now 13 chapters are over on AO3 if you wanted to read #other wise I'll post a chapter every 3 days on here until I catch up with AO3 #Ao3 has priority #A cure for insomnia

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 3 years

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this might be a weird thought but the way jensen performs masculinity (and i KNOW it’s a performance cause like, have you SEEN the mockumentary?) is just.... so inherently queer to me lmao

ok. okokokokokok. you asked for this. i have a LOT of thoughts on this. it’s gonna be under a cut because i’m gonna be annoying and psychoanalyse a celebrity i’ve never met(and hope i never do) but trust and believe when i tell you i know what i’m talking about so

you want my opinion? here goes. there is absolutely no way jensen ackles is straight. i hear you, ‘how do you know that he’s bi? that’s invasive and creepy’ but may i counter that point by saying how do you know he’s straight???? why is the default for everyone heterosexual? that’s a toxic mentality to have; ‘oh you don’t know for sure so just treat him like he’s 100% straight just in case’ like....what? heteronormativity drives me wild i’m sorry

and also, um, just to, um, prove my point that this man is decidedly not straight™(i really don’t want to do this but like it has to be said) we KNOW he’s not straight because his d*ck has spoken for itself around misha, like, four times. I HATE SAYING IT!!!!!!! but, um, straight men don’t get aroused by men. ...do i really need to explain myself further???? that’s what i thought(and don’t give me the ‘it could have been for unrelated reasons’ or ‘that wasn’t a boner!’ crap because um good lord yes it was and misha caused every single one so no it wasn’t a coincidence i’m gonna move on before i collapse into myself like a dying star)

anyway, on to the topic at hand which is jensen and his performative masculinity. and it’s a juicy one.

after the unconscious amount of hours i’ve put into watching and subconsciously judging jackles, i have come to the conclusion that like, 90% of how he presents himself and talks and even moves is an act. it’s a facade. it’s a shield. he is not that person. it actually seems exhausting, because he tries to compose himself in this macho, manly, confident and effortlessly cool way, but he’s not that person he desperately wishes he was and wants to be perceived as. he’s on guard every second, even the slightest tilt of his head is like, pre-meditated in some way? if i’m going FULL body language analyst mode, i’ve noticed he has a certain posture he always shifts himself into, and it’s very ‘pursed lips, stoic faced, gruff voiced, square-shoulder, broad and manly’ but, not to be rude jensen, it kind of reads as a little kid imitating the adults he thinks are cool? oof i am going IN huh(it’s out of love though i promise)

he is trying to be this person at every second:

because that’s who he wishes he was, because that’s how he gets validation from the people around him that he looks up to; straight white guys. but to me, who he presents himself to be at conventions is just as much of a performance as this whole eye of the tiger bit is.

oh i should mention i know his body language isn’t naturally like that because how he naturally carries himself is actually pretty flamboyant? like he seriously must be toning himself down HARD

examples:

there’s no tension in his body here as opposed to the eye of the tiger gif. i’d describe it as...generally loose and free? he’s at ease when he moves like that and you can see it.

oh and dude!!! DUDE!!!! how could i not mention the fucking SPECTACLE that is his voice??? jensen. i watched season one. i know where your voice naturally sits. THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE. and there have been so many accounts of fans visiting jensen in his trailer and being surprised that his real voice is two octaves higher. again, his performance of masculinity is all encompassing. he can’t even talk normally because, in his mind, that’s a chink in his armour.

and, like you said, anon, this whole smokes-and-mirrors gong show of ‘i am the cool texan man’ is inherently queer. who are you trying to impress??? guys??? that’s pretty gay dude.(btw: gay[honorary])

i feel like i’ve already read this man for filth but i have to keep going bc i have so much to say

ok next thing i’m gonna talk about is how jensen says one thing but everything else about him tells us the exact opposite. another HUGE element of performative masculinity, ONE THAT DEAN WINCHESTER IS A MASTER OF. have i mentioned how dean and jensen are like mirrors of each other when it comes to their sexuality and queer identity??? because it is fascinating how everything i say about jensen also directly applies to dean.

allow me to introduce the grumpy face™. as in, the face he glues on when he’s enjoying doing something but doesn’t want to let anyone know it. and it’s ALWAYS when he’s doing something that could be seen as unmanly in any way. (and when i say manly i mean the ‘ideal’ version of manhood that doesn’t really exist but that jensen seems to be striving for[and dean too])

prime example is this video he did with daneel. the grumpy face™ doesn’t budge the whole time as he’s like,,,,playing an instrument and acting like he doesn’t want to bc i guess that’s too girly??? but i also find this video fascinating because the joke IN it is kind of that they’re both poking fun at him for being so insecure about playing a freaking flute. because, i mean, he gets into it, but he wants you to think he is not.

also this picture.

what is this. i hate them. jensen is smushing himself into misha’s forehead but noooo his face is telling us ‘i hate this’ because CLEARLY he does. also misha’s so happy ew gross

he does that face in photo ops with misha ALL THE TIME but how many times has he also literally asked the con goers if he can also have those photos on his phone too? because of course he actually loves touching misha and is actually a sentimental fool but he tries so hard to hide it and fails so spectacularly.

oh and this. and of COURSE this. actually let’s talk about the hitch kiss for a hot minute because it’s a perfect example of exactly what i’m talking about

(he is so transparent guys. he tries so hard but he’s so obvious.)

1. misha was never supposed to be onstage with him. so it’s a boldface LIE and OBVIOUS PLOY TO GET MISHA TO KISS HIM when he says ‘they’d like us to make out now’. but of course the way he says it is ‘oh my god can you believe what these crazy panel people are making us do haha but i mean what they say goes amirite’. same energy as ‘oh my god did you just dare us to kiss rn???’ ‘....no i didn’t’ ‘oh my god i can’t believe you’d ask that haha but i can’t say no to a dare lol’ it’s the SAME THING

2. the fact that he was in the worst mood before misha came onstage and FAKE KISSING HIM made him feel...SO?? much better? like not just a little better a lot better like, again, that says a lot, because if they weren’t dating he would not be in a better mood if misha kissed his cheek unprompted. bc that cheek kiss wasn’t a joke it was a genuine sign of affection and AHHHH

3. after the kiss happens. you know, the one that jensen actively leans into and is smiling like an idiot the whole time through and is quite clearly having the time of his life during....he says ‘well, that was uncomfortable’. .......my guy. um. i don’t know how to tell you that i do in fact have eyes and you are NOT pulling the fast one you think you are

like i’m so sorry jensen but i have you pegged. it’s literally no use.

god there’s so many instances of him doing this with misha specifically. the whole ‘ew gross lol’ but then everything about him tells us the exact opposite. like this(i hate this. how dare he say ‘he has though, hasn’t he?’ LIKE THAT?????)

so yeah my point with that is he really wants us to think he is one thing when he is the antithesis of what he’s trying to be. he really likes those things that he talks down about, and everything he’s loudly projecting is all to hide how he really feels. he went to a gay bar with daneel, for crying out loud. he wants to play a role in drag. he’s queer and he likes it. pov: you’re jensen ackles train of thought: ‘ok so i really like this thing that people might make fun of me for or call me gay for liking so if i just say ‘lol as if’ and make a grossed-out face they will be FOOLED. i am a genius. hey misha wanna blow on my ear lol i meAN GROSS EW’

i have two more things i want to talk about when it comes to this topic so PLEASE bear with me anon this is why you took so long to answer clearly lmao

ok so we’re now going to go over my favorite hot take of all time. which is ‘how do we know dean’s performing masculinity? because sam isn’t.’ only replace dean with jensen and sam with jared and oh my god do we ever have a case

jared is as STRAIGHT as they come. he is secure in that knowledge. and that’s why he is perfectly comfortable treating misha like this:

and not try to scream ‘i am not enjoying doing this!!!!!!’ at us. because he doesn’t care what we think of his sexuality like jensen does(because he has nothing to hide whereas jensen DOES)

something i found the other day that no one has brought up but i SCREAMED upon finding it is this one clip THAT I CAN’T FIND OH GOD but i promise i’m not making it up. i can’t believe i can’t find it guys it is gold. i need need NEED to talk about it. and if anyone knows what i’m referencing and can apply links in any way i will love you forever but here’s what happens off the top of my head:

ok so i’m a bit too braindead to explain it perfectly but um basically it’s a j2 panel and someone brings up magic mike and i think jared says ‘yeah i didn’t watch it’ and then jensen says ‘all the way through’. stupid joke. whatever. the joke is that jared is gay for watching magic mike.

and then i literally kid you not. jared gets this like ‘jesus christ ok dude? lol’ look on his face and then goes ‘projecting much, mr. ackles?’ and jensen gets a guilty look on his face and walks away. and jared did not say it as a joke. he was being dead pan and earnest. and jensen knew it too, he knew he was projecting. i wish i could show you guys the clip i promise if i ever find it i’ll link it but IS THAT NOT SO DAMNING FOR JENSEN????? like come ON. also proves my point that when you compare how they feel about watching magic mike. jared doesn’t care bc watching it just doesn’t interest him, but he also thinks that just watching it in itself doesn’t make you gay. jensen however.......has a different mindset, clearly.

‘projecting much, mr. ackles?’ is actually a great title for my next and FINAL section(we’re almost there folks) which is how jensen projects his insecurites about his own sexuality and relationship with misha onto misha.

i hope by now we’ve all seen this video of jensen impersonating cas. it is a blatant microaggression on his part. and like obviously homophobic. it’s like in his mind if he makes fun of them for being gay it makes them both less gay somehow??? it’s self-deprecation in a way??? let’s just tell it like it is: that impression was just jensen’s overt internalized homophobia rearing it’s ugly head. he does it a LOT too when it comes to misha.

i mean:

and that whole mess where he’s making fun of misha for being a bottom in their panel in 2016? ‘so you’re saying, like with football terms, there’s a handler and there’s a receiver heheheehe’ jensen you’re not exempt from being gay just because you know football terms lmao

oh and his OTHER impression of misha where he mocks him for...bicycling...because it’s not a manly enough sport??? jensen NO ONE else has ever thought this hard in their lives about what constitutes as masculine enough to be a sport before. that’s all you bud. we don’t find those jokes nearly as funny as you do. you are reaching, sir

the good news is that misha thinks it’s hilarious and knows it’s projecting on jensen’s part and will tease him endlessly for it. many stories come to mind, like that one photo op story where they’re literally dressed in rainbow banners and pride stickers but when misha goes to hold his hand jensen said something like ‘no way’ and then misha stepped back, put his hands on his hips and went ‘that’s the part that’s too gay for you???’ and jensen LOST it

or when that whole underwear thing happened(messy messY MESSY BTW) and then a fan asked a question about what dean and cas would do in rome and misha just said ‘when in rome’ and jensen makes a face like ‘are you serious’ and then misha says ‘you can’t look at me like that anymore, because of what you did!!!!!!’

OH and that whole story about when misha suggested they put jensen in the closet for that cat video....yeah um

and then when jensen was asked to do bisexual finger guns for a photo op and the con goer said ‘he looks bisexual here’ and misha literally said ‘oh he definitely looks bisexual here. i would say he’s actually closer to the gay side of the spectrum’ so..um...make with that as you will

OH MY GOD i’m finally done. wow. WOW. that was a lot. i hope i’ve blown your minds. ty anon i really wanted to talk about this and i hope you’re happy with the outcome!!!!!!

#cockles ask #sexuality spec #jensen is bi #anti rps for ts #cockles #liz answers #ok i have to admit it is crazy i have retained all this info #i hope someone appreciates it #my analysis #mine

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Anon finally figured out The Definitive Answer for why so many people worship Bakugo, because there's a blog post by lovecrafts-iranon where, refreshingly, he actually comes right out and SAYS the reason why fandoms worship assholes: he thinks Dudley should have been Harry Potter's protagonist instead of Potter himself, because "good people doing good things are a boring snooze, while cruel and vicious people are entertaining." So he, and others like him, judge morality by "what entertains me".

Wow. I found that Dudley post, and it has SO MANY notes, and NOT EVEN ONE OF THEM IS SOMEONE DISAGREEING. How is that possible?

But I'd like to take a moment to look at this post in more (i.e. WAY TOO MUCH) depth. With pull quotes!

There is so much potential for growth, and at a nice slow pace because he would need to be dragged kicking and screaming every step of the way and have several reversions.

I guess it's true that he'd have to go through a lot more radical change than Harry did. And that would definitely be interesting to see unfurl, in a fashion. But Harry has to learn self-confidence, learn to cope with death (in the sense that he has to process it for the first time), learn to accept the things he can't change... all the things that people in the targeted demographic age of the readership are simultaneously dealing with. Dudley, on the other hand, doesn't have any reason to learn most of that stuff. He's only relatable to readers who are also massive assholes. Dudley's already overconfident - he's full of himself, and him being told that he's basically the Chosen One will only make it much worse. Will he have to cope with death? I mean, maybe someday. But we start with him only caring about himself, so it's unlikely he'd be too terribly affected if someone died in front of him. That would require him to care about someone else. And learning to accept that he can't change everything is something he'd probably struggle with in a semi-interesting fashion, but do you want to watch a spoiled brat who believes he can scream until he gets his way FINALLY start to learn that maybe he should stop screaming and start facing facts? Shit, that just sounds like modern politics. And coping with people who can't face reality is intolerable and infuriating.

Magic, aside from being not real, is a special kind of repulsive evil [to him]. Merely mentioning magic is the only thing that can temporarily revoke his Specialest Boy status.

I think the author is stating that this is a thing that's true of Dudley in the existing novels? Maybe I'm misunderstanding, and this is something that the author of the post wants to introduce into their AU fanfic. If it's the former, however, then I want to point out that there's no evidence that Dudley held any opinions at all on magic before Harry was declared a wizard. His parents sure did, but they never spoke of magic and refused to acknowledge it, so they naturally never said a word to Dudley about it.

So Dudley actually has no reason to be repulsed by the notion of being a wizard. In all likelihood, he'd be overjoyed to be told that he's a super-powered being of importance who everyone in the magical world has heard about. He'd probably want everybody to genuflect when he entered every room from then on. (I am assuming that Dudley must still be the one who has to eventually defeat Voldemort according to prophecy, but I guess he wouldn't be "The Boy Who Lived." His parents were obviously never killed; the fact that they raised him a certain way is what defines his character. He'd need some other kind of legend to cause his fame.)

Harry would never cause problems on purpose, while Dudley would never stop doing so at Hogwarts!

A character who is actively the source of all the trouble they're in isn't remotely sympathetic; I root AGAINST that kind of character. I want LESS of them. I want them to lose.

That's actually part of why I hated the new Snake Eyes movie — every bad thing that happens can logically be laid at Henry "Snake Eyes" Golding's own [probably gorgeous] feet. I'm not rooting for someone like that.

Harry gets to experience friendship and acceptance for the first time, snooze, while Dudley would have to face lack of friendship and rejection for the first time (there is nobody who wouldn't be put off by 'hates magic' even if they were fine with the rest of his personality)! Now that's fascinating!

I still think seeing a lonely boy with no sense of self-worth make his first friends is interesting. But I admit that Dudley facing rejection and lack of friendship for the first time DOES sound fascinating. The author has got me there.

And imagine him going home for Christmas break loudly announcing how happy he is to get away from all those awful wizards only to find out his parents treat him much differently now, their love having been completely conditional all along.

Would it be, though? I guess this is up to the perception of the author, but I kind of imagine Vernon and Petunia taking it as a personal victory if their own spawn is declared the special Chosen One. Their kid being a powerful wizard known around the world, and Lily's kid being no one in particular? They'd visit Lily's grave for the first time ever just so they could dance on it.

I could go on and on. I remember looking to see if there was any Dudley goes to Hogwarts fic as a kid and there was one popular one, but it let Harry go too (boo, the realization there might be something wrong with how his adopted brother is being treated back at home should be a shocking revelation to him), let Dudley become too nice too fast (it should be a long, drawn out process where he never gives an inch he doesn't absolutely have to!) and was too easy on him (characters suffering is good).

Author is assuming that Dudley - now christened a mighty wizard of destiny, the literal Chosen One - would actually perceive of there being something wrong with how his lowly muggle cousin was treated. I'd say: Highly doubtful. He'd just continue to be an asshole about it.

And the longer you drag out an asshole getting redeemed, the more I'm going to feel like "Well I don't fucking care if they get redeemed by this point; they've had every possible chance and every possible piece of evidence thrown at them, and they chose to remain an asshole, so fuck them. They deserve nothing."

At least the author wants Dudley to suffer. Not that I agree with the notion that characters suffering is automatically good, but asshole characters DO often deserve that shit.

BOTTOM LINE: I... just... I guess I shouldn't be surprised that people would actually WANT to focus on horrible assholes? That people want those fuckers to be the heroes instead of actually decent human beings? Because there are so many awful people in the world, so I guess it must be relatable enough for them. But dammit, I'm still surprised.

No, no, no. FUCK no. Being an asshole does not inherently make someone interesting; it just makes them an asshole. They deserve to be punished, not celebrated. They might still be interesting as an antagonist, but I'm sure as hell not going to root for them. And if you're going to insist on spending valuable focus time on these characters, you'd better at least be acknowledging that they are the VILLAIN of the story.

Which is honestly a more logical role for Dudley anyway. If Voldemort told Dudley that he's an exceptional being and that the inferior muggles else should be made to serve at his feet? Dudley would totally go for that. He'd become the whiniest, brattiest Death Eater.

Besides, Dudley is a particularly weird choice for their post, because he's NOT interesting! Not even as an antagonist! Dudley only exists as a one-note plot device. He deserves no attention.

#asks #anon #long post #anti-bullying #kind of?#anti-bakugo #harry potter

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A/N: @a-kind-of-merry-war this is 100% my brain speed at the moment and I love you dearly. I hope you enjoy this complete nonsense.

Warnings: Incorrectly perceived animal death, but truly this is just an AU crackfic.

Jaskier had been working for the small insurance call-centre for about six months when Geralt moved into the cubicle beside him.

It was a good thing that they were low volume, because the long-haired man checked every single one of Jaskier’s boxes and was therefore very distracting. Tall, strong, outrageously handsome. A rumbling baritone that felt like aural velvet. No wedding ring. And, blessedly, falling under Jaskier’s care to train.

What Geralt had in the way of looks, however, he lacked in social capability.

Certainly the man was not moronic by any stretch, nor was he rude; Jaskier simply found that it was impressed upon him to direct the conversational flow, and indeed instigate it at all. Geralt was prone to introversion, perfectly content to spend his lunch breaks alone. No matter, Jaskier thought. Some people were shy like that.

So when he struck up a friendship with the woman in IT who looked like a walking ‘goth aesthetics’ Pinterest board – Yenna, her name was – to say that he was miffed was an understatement. Sure, Yenna was weird and interesting and alright, Jaskier was fucking jealous, but hadn’t he been nice? Hadn’t he been welcoming? Why did Geralt share lunch with her in the staff room, hunched over a shared phone, giggling?

Jaskier hadn’t been eavesdropping the first time Geralt mentioned Roach. Truly. He was simply fetching another cup of coffee, and if Yenna and Geralt were gossiping too loudly, that was their problem.

“...just want to get better gear for Roach.” Geralt finished his sentence.

“Aw, you’ll get there.” Yenna said, patting his arm.

“I’ve had her for so long, you know?” Geralt smirked fondly. “She’s a favourite.”

Coffee in hand and with no reason to linger, Jaskier slunk back to his desk. He hadn’t missed the way Geralt lit up when speaking about this Roach. It sounded like she was a beloved pet of some kind. Waiting until Geralt returned to his desk and logged back into the system, Jaskier rested his chin on the low divider between them and went for it.

“So,” He attempted, “Roach, huh? She sounds cool.”

Jaskier kicked himself for the cringe-worthy line, but Geralt perked up with interest. The man smiled at Jaskier, really smiled, and it was a good thing he was seated because his knees suddenly felt wobbly.

“She’s really cool.” Geralt said.

“How long have you had her?” Jaskier asked.

“About, hmm, five years now.”

“Oh, so still a baby! Or, well, still many years ahead.” Jaskier corrected himself.

Geralt levelled him with a curious stare. “Uh, yeah. I guess. I mean, I kind of hope not. Already spent so much, y’know?”

“Ah, yes.” Jaskier nodded, “But no price is too high for the ones we love, right?”

Geralt snorted. “Not sure about that. I was gonna give up on her a couple of years ago.”

“Oh.” Weird thing to say. Jaskier didn’t take Geralt as the kind of man who’d give up on an animal.

“But I’m glad I didn’t.” Geralt supplied.

“Yes!” Jaskier said, clapping his hands. “Perseverance pays off, I suspect?”

“Something like that.” Geralt smirked, and turned back to his monitor.

It was the longest conversation they’d ever had about something that wasn’t related to human resources, and Jaskier was thrilled.

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“How’s Roach?” Jaskier asked on Friday. “Plans for the weekend with her?”

Geralt grunted. “Not sure. Depends what my friends are up to.”

“Do they like her?”

“Hah! Like is a strong word. Tolerate, I’d say. At least until she’s stronger.” Geralt looked amused.

Jaskier frowned. “That seems rather cruel.”

Geralt shrugged. “That’s the way of it. If you’re letting the team down, you get shafted.”

“So you just... don’t take her out if your friends disapprove?” Jaskier asked, outraged. “Poor Roach!”

“Can’t blame them.” Geralt said, side-eyeing Jaskier.

“I can, actually! Just because she’s weaker is no excuse to let her go without fun. Your friends need to learn about empathy and manners, that’s what I think.”

Perhaps he’d pushed it a bit too far, because Geralt was staring at him, visibly puzzled. He was silent for a long moment. Then he nodded.

“Actually, y’know what, Jaskier? You’re right. I’ll chat with the group tonight.” Geralt reached over to clap him on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

Turning red and mumbling something along the lines of ‘no problem’, Jaskier spent the rest of the afternoon in a fizzy haze of delight.

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Monday was upon him too quickly. Jaskier hadn’t slept well the night before – mostly his fault for staring at Netflix for too long and forgetting the time – and he needed an industrial-sized cup of coffee to begin the day. As he blinked blearily at the machine, he overheard Yenna and Geralt chatting as they walked by.

“...Roach died.” Geralt was saying.

“Oh! That’s too bad.” Yenna answered, her tone light, “Have you...”

Their voices trailed off as they went, but Jaskier stood rooted to the spot. Poor Geralt! His tired mind worked over their last conversation – about Roach being weak, and the way Jaskier had been insistent – and he felt a wave of nausea grip his stomach. Had Geralt’s friends pushed Roach too hard? Images of a tormented horse quivering with exhaustion assailed Jaskier’s brain, and tears sprung to his eyes.

How very awful.

Abandoning the coffee, Jaskier trotted over to his supervisor and begged half an hour free. Then he slipped his coat on and headed downstairs and across the road to the supermarket. He bought a box of praline chocolates – his favourite when he was feeling sad – and a tasteful arrangement of white roses and baby’s breath. Jaskier always thought that sympathy cards were a bit much, so he simply wrote ‘I’m so sorry – J’ on a shiny gold card and stuck it amongst the blooms.

Returning to work, he found Geralt taking a call. The man sounded as strong as ever, and Jaskier marvelled at his composure. Quietly, he placed the flowers and chocolate on the desk, and slunk over to his own seat. Geralt shot him a look of confusion, but he stayed with the customer.

When they both had a break, Geralt popped his head over the barrier.

“What’s, uh, what’s with the flowers?”

Jaskier bit his lower lip. “I heard you had a rough weekend.” He offered, not wanting to directly poke at the subject.

Geralt raised his huge shoulders in a shrug. “It was alright.”

So brave! Jaskier blinked the sting of tears back again. “I just, I want you to know... if what I said was the reason...” He took a deep breath. “That is to say, if I made you push Roach too hard, I’m terribly sorry.”

A beat of silence. “It’s, um, okay. You had good intentions.”

“Yes, but now she’s gone, and I can’t imagine—” Jaskier bit off a sob, and clapped his hand over his mouth.

Geralt narrowed his eyes, looking between the roses and his co-worker. “She got resurrected. Don’t worry.”

Ah, it was all fine then. Because she got resur—“Excuse me, what?”

The line rang, and Geralt was next in the queue to take the call. He lifted a finger at Jaskier, switched on his headset, and greeted the client. Jaskier sank back in his seat and attempted to process the new information. How did one resurrect a horse? Was that ethical?

His thoughts flashed to Yenna. Of course! Not only did she dress like Edgar Allan Poe’s wet dream, she was probably also a practicing... something. Could witches reanimate the dead? Wasn’t that something more suited to a religion like Voodoo? And oh, these thoughts were terribly ignorant, weren’t they? Jaskier began to make notes on what to research when he got home.

Perhaps he didn’t favour Yenna, but she deserved a modicum of respect. Especially if she could play god.

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Jaskier approached the put-together woman the next day. She was working on two screens at once, tapping away with fingernails that were filed to a sharp point. Today she was wearing a splash of red amongst the black lace, which only served to heighten Jaskier’s anxiety.

“Can I help you?” Yenna asked, sounding bored.

“Yes. Well, no, actually. I just wanted to say thank you.” Jaskier blurted.

Yenna turned, pausing her work. “For what?”

Conspiratorially, Jaskier looked around. He lowered his voice. “For what you did for Geralt.”

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.” She said, quirking one well-manicured eyebrow.

“You know.” Jaskier whispered. “The thing you did with... Roach.”

“Oh!” Yenna brightened, her features warming. “I had no idea you played.”

“I don’t play, I—er, what? You mean, with horses?”

Yenna gave him a funny look. It was an echo of the one Geralt had shot at him the day before. “No, I mean World of Warcraft. You’re talking about Geralt’s holy paladin, right? Roach?”

Jaskier stared.

Yenna stared back.

“Excuse me.” Jaskier said, politely. Then he walked to the men’s room, entered a stall, locked the door, and screamed into his thighs.

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“You guys!” Jaskier complained into his headset, “I don’t have enough candles? For the quest thingy?”

“Have you been looting all the corpses?” Yenna’s voice came through his earphones.

“The sparkly things?” Jaskier asked.

“Right click on the sparkles, Jaskier.” Geralt instructed across the voice chat.

“Oooh, right you are.” Jaskier cooed, picking up the inventory. “Hey! Money!”

“Level twenty mounts are on Jaskier!” Yenna said. On screen, her male human warrior burst into dance.

“How did—” Jaskier watched the avatar wiggling, “How’d you do that?”

The sound of Geralt’s chuckling came over the chat. “Witchcraft, I reckon.”

Yenna began to giggle too. Even though it had been weeks, Jaskier blushed clear to his toes. But this time, he let himself laugh along with his new friends.

#the witcher fandom #crack fic #witcher imagine #fluff #fortune writes #inber

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well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now · 3 years

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Ah! I forgot to ask what you think of the Angel event. In my opinion, it's not a bad event, but god was it weird. Maybe I'm just weird and I think people being super nice is too suspicious (considering I am STILL sus of Simeon). I think I would have liked it more if the ending wasn't the party but instead them turning back and we get to tell them that we like them just the way they are

I have pretty mixed feelings about this. I didn’t like the actual content of the event but I did like the potential hints of a backstory that you can dig outta it. Hear me out;

WHAT I DIDN’T LIKE:

How they were lied to and forced into the clothes and into their roles during this event

How uncomfortable, angry and scared they initially all were

How this was more or less rather cruelly making them live through their past trauma (for a party?????) not to mention digging up Satan’s identity issues

How this was essentially brainwashing because the brothers’ personalities did a complete 180 and didn’t even seem to notice it when in reality, we were previously told there weren’t any major personality changes between their time as angels and demons (for example as angels, Lucifer was still arrogant and prideful, Mammon was still a troublemaker, Asmo was still vain and Belphie was still lazy)

It casts a very black and white image on what angels and demons are like when om! has proven countless times before that it isn’t like that.

WHAT I DID LIKE:

So on the surface level this event was messed up, but like what if it was supposed to be messed up? Maybe I’m looking into it too much but this event gives a beautiful view on what the actual angels and celestial realm is like. This event, to me, states three points:

1. The event itself is meant to be perceived as messed up:

The devs went to the extra trouble of adding scenes where Solomon and Luke are distinctly uncomfortable with what is happening and Solomon even calls the magic used ‘scary’, they didn’t have to waste time doing this if the event was supposed to come off as endearing and lighthearted. It’s also distinct that it’s Solomon saying this given that he’s ancient, has pacts with 72 demons, and the game hints at his meeting with Asmo being similar to Asmodeus and Solomon’s biblical meeting which was messed up and dark af. So I think it’s safe to say whatever he sees as wrong and scary would not be an exaggeration

2. The Celestial Realm has a set black and white view of what demons and angels are like, and the bangles are supposed to make the wearer act opposite to the Celestial Realm’s view of demons, even if the wearer’s actual personality is not actually like that view

One main storyline hint for this is from lesson 40, where the voice in the light (presumably Michael) says that given how much the brothers like MC he would have expected them to be wicked, EXCEPT while yeah the brothers do heavily show their sins none of them are outright evil?? Like if they are pissed they’d attack but overall in general they’re all just kinda…chill? If anything given their personalities it would make more sense for them to be attracted towards someone who accepts and loves them for who they are than they would be towards someone who was wicked. But Michael just assumed ‘demons = evil so someone they like would also be evil’

The biggest hint at this within the event is MC’s interaction with ‘angelic’ Mammon cause he says a bunch of things that go directly against what has been established so far.

a.) Mammon apologizes for the way he treats MC EXCEPT he’s being by MC’s side since like a week after meeting them? He makes a pact with them even though he just as easily could have just grabbed Goldie from them given that he’s the fastest. He never steals from them and later actually starts working legit jobs to earn money when he wants to buy them something, which is apparently fairly often. He bandages their wrist even though he told them he wouldn’t go out of his way to help them. He agrees to their stupid plans even though he knows he’ll get in trouble. He goes against and stands up to Lucifer for them despite being scared of Lucifer. He forgives them almost instantly after they lie about Belphie and all of this is just from season 1 cause the man’s even softer for MC in season 2

b.) Mammon talks about selling his things to provide for human kids EXCEPT this is something he already does? One of the main reasons he’s always in debt is cause the Witches take advantage of him and the fact that through them he’s providing for a homeless orphan human child.

3. It paints a picture of the Celestial Realm as a controlling, ‘this and only this is the right way’, ‘we’d do anything for our notion of peace and order’ kind of world and it’s something the game has hinted at before:

The Celestial Realm decided to execute Lilith for loving and healing a human, while the Devildom (Diavolo) just reincarnated her and let her live amongst the humans

While in Celestial Realm the twins and Lilith had to sneak off to the human world while Diavolo straight up just brought two humans to the Devildom so he could bring about peace between the realms

The angels seem to be raised to view the demons as evil without any evidence to support it (Lucifer as an angel refusing to even look at Diavolo, Luke’s whole initial attitude towards demons) while as far as we know demons don’t really do this (Diavolo’s pov of his meeting with angel lucifer, lots of the background demons seem to just view Luke as a cute puppy)

Lucifer’s obsession with needing to follow the rules, needing to bend over backwards for Diavolo, being strict with his brothers, being this calm and collected, perfect always in control being. We learnt in the Celestial Realm that Lucifer was more callous and outspoken, and given that he rebelled against his father and started a war probably had less regard for rules and authority figures. The reason why Lucifer is the way he is in the Devildom could be due to him blaming himself for Lilith’s death because not only did he let her break the rules but he broke them himself which then led to the war

The celestial Realm was willing to do this whole magic bangle with which is highly amoral for a party? That’s like peak control freak, and as someone who is very much 100% a control freak I feel like I have the right to judge

So yeah, overall while I don’t like the actual event I like all its implications and the irony that the event with the angels is one of the darker events

Hated the ending though, I’ve more or less made an outline for a personally more satisfying ending for this event based around the magic ending almost immediately after the last chapter and a lot of hurt/comfort, angst and talking through feelings, their sense of self and their actual life in the celestial realm between all the characters but my work ethic is shit rn so :/

Obviously this is just my interpretation but I’d be more than willing to talk about this with you guys!

#asks #answers #obey me spoilers #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me!#swd obey me #obey me!#obey me mammon #swd mammon #om! mammon #mammon x mc #mammon x reader

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thexam-union · 3 years

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Riverside Relaxing

First fic to be put up here!! It’s the Chessy Boys up first, which surprises me just as much as it might surprise you! It’s just some soft fluff because that’s what got made :>

Length: 2031 Words

General Overview: It’s too hot outside, and the gang get together to cool off by the water in Land of the Tiger. Also ship moments between Tevel and Apollyon!! They’re grooving!

Warning(s): Mentions of heatstroke (no incidents or harm done, simply concern)

( If you need anything else tagged/forewarned about let me know!! )

The worst thing about the Digsite was the heat. The baking sun made it borderline impossible to work during the middle of the day, the sun’s glare roasting everything through to the point of burning without any hesitation. It was fine when nothing was scheduled, but when you were stuck there all day waiting for sunset? Pain. Suffering, even.

Tevel half-heartedly pushed open the door to Alcor’s office, the beige and yellows of the walls being anything but welcoming as they set themselves down in the chair after haphazardly hanging their jacket on the back of it.

“Please don’t say what I think you’re about to say, but what are you here for?” Alcor said with a short, sharp glare in their direction, before looking back at the computer screen on their desk. He seemed taken aback when they gestured towards the ceiling he got in response. Specifically, the fan. Normally when Tevel comes in all sheepish, it’s probably because something broke, so this was a surprise. “Right.”

“How mad would you be if I said I’m just hanging out here for that and that you’ll have to put up with me or let me go elsewhere.”

“Not very, but that’s just today.” Alcor simply shrugged behind his glasses, sipping at his drink before putting the fan in front of him in Tevel’s direction. “I’m glad you haven’t broken anything.”

“In this weather? No way, I wouldn’t. Thanks, by the way. But yeah, who’s in your personally-manned hell of emails today?” It was a joke, but clearly not anything rough-sounding. Surprising, given it’s Tevel of all people, but he already knew they didn’t like his email practices.

“The Marquess, and a few other people. You don’t get the emails.”

“I’ll level with you, chief, I’ve got your address marked as spam. Doesn’t work, though, you’ll be glad to know. Also, Aludra’s letting people hang out. I know you’re as antisocial as they come, and that neither of us like each other, but it’ll hurt my one entire moral,” They very dramatically put up their index finger, “If I don’t tell you and you get heatstroke.”

“Right. I’m glad you’re conscious of safety on the digsite. I’m actually surprised you didn’t just go.” Tevel shrugged. “Or did you want the go-ahead for tonight to be cancelled first? I know you used the last workplace safety book I gave you as a fuse to spite me. Impressive, but you know how I feel about that sort of thing.”

“Yeah mostly I guess. Heatstroke sucks, and I like to annoy you. Not almost kill you with negligence. Anyway, if you want to CC the information to people that don’t even go here, fine by me, I’m leaving. See you there, yeah?”

“Mhm. I’ll be right out. Thank you, Tevel. Are you sure you’re alright?” They’d just stood up and picked up their jacket, holding it over their arm as their sunhat covered their eyeline. “You’re acting a little strangely, today.”

“I’m fine. It’s too hot to blow up the place, and I can’t burn down Aludra’s place, I’ll feel so bad.”

“I thought you had one moral standard.” Wait, did Alcor just make a joke? What the fuck. What the fuck? He even laughed and everything.

“Uh-- Right, uh, stay hydrated? I’m going.” And with that, the office door was closed and they were braving the sun again. That was so weird? Alcor had never made a joke, and they’d known each other for years. It was mostly disappointed and annoyed glaring in their direction. At least he was going to cool off later? Acting weird is a heatstroke thing, even when you have the fans in the area in your office you’re not safe, they supposed. But, they did their bit, and it was time for some - as Lesath put it - “much needed splashy splashy”.

To be honest, everyone apart from the Marquess was going to be there now Alcor’d been convinced, and even then, Aludra had been trying to set up a nice canopy so the Marquess could get out more? Unsure, though, they weren’t in the building things business. More the blowing things up business. More their speed.

Walking down to Aludra’s perch took a very short amount of time, and getting under the forest cover was all they needed to get going, really! The comfort of the running water was also very nice, although they didn’t expect a short tap on the shoulder. There, but short.

“Hey, chief, what’s up?” They asked, knocking their hat brim up a little.

“I haven’t been officially invited, so I think my presence would go over better if I’m with someone who was invited, if you get what I mean.” Tevel shrugged. “That’s common practice for social engagements.”

“Yeah, but it’s also Aludra. If she can put up with your slew of emails, she can put up with you in person. Plus I don’t think she dislikes anyone. I gotta say, you’re acting off.”

“Off..? How so? I feel fine.”

“Yeah. Too... Person-y.” Tevel made a vague gesture with their hands, like someone would when describing the movement of a bug. “And that sorta thing’s a sign of heatstroke. You’re my boss who’s allergic to fun, and I heard you make a joke earlier.”

“I assure you, I’m fine. I’m not allergic to fun, I’m allergic to your idea of fun. You’re about as self-aware as a teabag at times.” He sighed, shaking his head, but Tevel seemed… happy with that response? And he was the one that was acting strangely?

“That’s the Alcor that I know.” Tevel half-cackled as they tended to, swinging their jacket so it was over their shoulder rather than over their arm. “Good to hear you’ve still got it, chief. Was actually half-worried something’d happened to ya.”

“I appreciate the concern for my safety? That’s weird coming from you, though.”

“Eh. I like things being consistent and-”

“You’re a demolitionist. What part of that is ordered?”

“Explosions happen in the same way almost every time, and it’s pretty. Consistent behaviour’s what helps me sleep at night, I’m sure you can agree on that.” Tevel laughed, nudging Alcor with their arm as they got to the clearing, and the others were starting to come into view. “Besides, I do pay attention to safety laws. I’m qualified, actually.”

Apollyon had their shirt - jacket? - open over her swimsuit, Lesath was curled up on a well-made perch, Aludra had her laptop open a bit away from the water, and even the Marquess was out here! She was sitting on a deck chair near the side of the water under a parasol, though clearly not dressed for it. Hell, even Citala’d been convinced to drop by! That was slightly less impressive than Tevel of all people dragging Alcor along, but the gap wasn’t that big!

“Yo, you brought him along? How?” Apollyon asked as the pair got up to the side of the water, Tevel sitting on the edge of the waterfront beside her and Alcor settling near Aludra, who’d put down her laptop. Probably to talk to each other rather than sending emails.

“Concern about heatstroke.” With a wink and a slight poking of the tongue, Tevel yawned and leaned back. “It’s so cool here I love it so much.”

“And he set with that? I’d thought he’ll drag you over to my place to toss you in the hoosegow instead of coming over!”

“Consider the following, Apple, it’s Aludra’s thing, right? And look at them.” Apollyon nodded a little. “No one can say no to Aludra, sure as hell not him, you know?”

“Them? Mashed? I didn’t know she had taste that bad!” They looked around everyone else, who seemed quite happy to spend a hot afternoon there. “I didn’t know she did that at all to be completely fair. Same with Alcor, he’s a barn sour and that’s it, I thought. Clawing at the gate when he has to leave it.”

“Yeah? I don’t know, I don’t talk to her much and Alcor’s harder to talk to than a brick most of the time.” Apollyon laughed a little at that. “But yeah, bad taste if true, but also the only thing I thought he loved was his email inbox, and I’m probably right on that one.”

“Yeah, he’s a bit of an odd stick, isn’t he? But enough about your work, how you doing, Tev?” Apollyon reached into a small covered hamper crate on their side of the water, and passed over a can of soft drink, cold to the touch. Perfect. “Also, love to see everyone get together like this, y’know? So glad Morava had the idea.”

“This was his idea?”

“Well yeah. Aludra can’t say no to anyone, and Morava’s all over logistics. He got all of us a half-crate of our favoureds, who else would get that done? Even Ali’s roaming around here, she’s having a great time!”

“True! I’m just glad I don't have to do work today, you know how it is.” Apollyon nudged Tevel in the side for that, setting both theirs and her own hat down on top of the drink crate in that order.

“You? Not wanting to blow things to high heaven?” She gave a slight laugh in response to her own point, before taking a sip of drink.

“More likely than you’d think, Apple! It’s dangerous in high heat. You should know that. As much as I joke about ignoring safety, I do pay attention to a little bit. Don’t tell anyone, though, I have a reputation.”

“Secret’s safe with me, Tev. Will say, very surprised the Marquess came down. Must be awkward. She’s just kind of sitting up there with Citala, y’know?”

“I mean if she’s happy to be here? I don’t know her that well. And no, not your time to go ‘I’ll check it out’ and get us both in it. I like being the spooky chaos one no one knows in any meaningful way.”

“Consider the following: Some of us want to know you. Perceive you. Behold you, even.” Apollyon said, looking directly at Tevel for a moment. “You’re knowable! Sorry Tev, I know you! I don’t know how you got here without letting me be there to see you.”

“And to that I say: I better not be! You’re different, though. You know that.”

“If I don’t get to know you I’ll actually be a little upset.” Apollyon laughed a little, yawning before stretching, although it was a quiet invitation for Tevel to lean on her. “You’re one of the funner people to be around.”

“I’m sure you would think that, Apple. You’re also very biased.” Tevel replied, pulling Apollyon’s arm over them in a way that was comfortable for both of them. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, though. You get to see me outside of work.”

“Mhm. Don’t you think your relationship with everyone else would improve if you were knowable, though? I know you want that.” Apollyon had started to gently run their hands through Tevel’s hair with a gentle smile, as they were just comfortable with their eyes closed and resting more on her lap than her shoulder at this point.

“But having to actually talk to people though. Plus, I’m not moving. You can suffer.”

“Oh, I’m suffering with my beloved lying on my lap. The struggle of being with the person I care about most. The anguish that comes with having a day off and spending it with you.” She said with a dramatic emphasis and feigned a fever for a moment. “We’ll improve your mess later.”

“I can’t believe this.” Tevel sounded offended, but didn’t really mean it. After all, how could they? They did in fact sign up for it.

“I hoodwinked you real good, darlin’. Until then, just us, okay?” A wink from Apollyon, and a laugh. This was going to be a rough few weeks, but if Apollyon really thought it was this good idea, then it probably was? Who knew. But hey, it was something for Future Tevel to think about, not the Tevel at this moment by the river. They were more than content.

#chessington ocs #fic #theme park ocs #🗺️ } The Adventurers' Realm #🖋️ } Beltrame's Writing #🎠 } Beltrame's Jesters #📜 } Forbidden Kingdom #🐯 } Land of the Tiger #🧭 } Tevel #📒 } Alcor #🦂 } Apollyon #everyone else is mentioned but anything but loadbearing #cw heatstroke mention #didn't expect this to go where it did #love it all the same though!

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theliterarywolf · 3 years

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When I said badly designed, which I can see being unfair, it was more my perception how Sisu turned out, in comparison to the first trailer (I saw), the tone the movie originally seemed to push with the teaser trailer, seemed to be “mysterious” kinda “grown” and just harsher, suddenly having a cotton candy, seaweed seahorse as the dragon reveal, just really felt like a strange choice. Seaweed seahorse:

It felt like they took the original trailer concept, which actually shows the dragon on a scroll for a short scene, and just decided they’d make specifically just Sisu, kid friendly. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rU6T0K3zoYg Again, in a movie that I originally perceived to be aiming to be a bit more tense, and mysterious. I also feel like the dragon design doesn’t really come across that well, with how the features are put together. Yeah, it’s obvious the silhouette is a noodle dragon from East Asia, when you know it, but it just feels super disconnected from anything besides the shape. (The dragons which probably give the best hugs) And as was mentioned here before, she has more features of the Kilin/Qilin, aka Asian unicorn, which I honestly was what I guessed after the initial seahorse thought. It just felt like she falls right out of what the movie originally set up. At least Imo. That’s why I called it bad design. If this movie hadn’t teasered itself into being something “more grown” and kinda “darker”, and it was brighter from the get go, I’d have just found her design weird in connection with the unicorn feel. Maybe I’m also just not big on the idea, of Sisu just being the dragon version of comic relief characters, like Olaf.

Welp, hate to be the bearer of news but half the characters we got in the movie are comic relief. Though Sisu’s comedy is apparently more, according to one review I watched, “Tumblr-esque”.

From what I’ve been reading and watching (review-wise) the dragon-designs ended up fitting into the setting because, despite everything being founded as an epic, fantasy journey about the nature of Trust, it leaned a lot into comedy.

I think this also brings to the frontline the issue in Disney’s marketing strategy of revealing cinematic IPs at D23 when they’re still very much in the concept-phase. When things get noticeably changed, people are going to ask questions.

It’s also why if, say, something gets cancelled, it stings more (*cough-FUCKING-cough* Gigantic)

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I watched the Dark Side of the Ring documentary on Chris Benoit so I thought I’d add some details they didn’t get into.

The double murder-suicide happened to occur while WWE was building up a storyline where Vince McMahon had “died” in an exploding limousine. The June 25, 2007, edition of Raw was scheduled as a 3-hour special (Raw was usually a 2-hour show then) featuring a public “funeral” for Vince, with plot twists meant to lead into a conflict over his will and a secret heir. (This was later re-worked into the “Vince has an illegitimate son” storyline.) Obviously plans changed.

It still would have been possible to do a show similar to the Eddie Guerrero tribute, with fans in attendance, the whole roster doing a ten-bell salute, and feel-good matches without storylines. WWE had a grim talent for doing that sort of thing on short notice. The fact it was an empty arena, with a handful of people throwing to clips and pre-taped comments, was unusual. I’ve always wondered if Vince mentally gave up on the show, simply because the signature storyline of the year--hours away from a major story beat--was suddenly unsalvageable.

Once it became clear that Chris had killed Nancy and Daniel, WWE took heat from the media for doing the tribute show. I think the public felt WWE should have either known more about the case before the show started, or limited discussion of the topic until more information became available. To a non-fan at the time, it probably seemed feasible to run a tasteful “in memorium” graphic and run a normal show, and save the full-throated tribute for later. That would have been unthinkable inside the WWE bubble, though--fans would have been offended by anything less than the prompt tributes Owen Hart and Eddie Guerrero received. Also, as noted, a “normal show” would have been the scheduled funeral for Vince, which was obviously a no-go.

I’ve heard that the news started to report the possibility of homicide that night, during the show. I wouldn’t know, because I heard the news when I got home from work and got sucked into memorializing Chris, just like WWE. I was certain the family must have been killed by a gas leak or something. “Weird Al” Yankovic’s parents had died from carbon monoxide poisoning in 2004, so that kind of thing was fresh on people’s minds. I can totally believe the WWE crew didn’t consider the possibility of foul play, because I didn’t seriously consider it until the following day, when the police officially ruled it a double murder-suicide.

I think the decision to “erase” Benoit can be traced to the frustration Vince probably felt when he had to address the situation all over again on the June 26 ECW show. Vince loathes being put on the spot over things he believes are not his fault and beyond his control. I’m not saying he was totally heartless about the tragedy. But in his mind it’s wrong that thing like that should force him to scrap his storylines in favor of a tribute show, or that he should have to apologize for doing the tribute show he didn’t really want to do in the first place. He wanted to get past this, once and for all, and formally striking Benoit’s name from the record let him feel control over the situation.

It’s worth noting that the “censoring” of Benoit has not affected his appearances on countless hours of WWE Network footage, or his name appearing in various title histories. It’s also worth considering that, even if WWE personnel were “allowed” to talk about him, they’d likely have nothing to say at this point. It’s fairly unusual for WWE to extensively reference anything 13 years after the fact. They’re free and clear to talk about Eddie, but they don’t bring him up much either, except to say he’s dead and he did a frog splash.

I’m not sure the documentary adequately explained the issues with unprotected chairshots, or the danger of the flying headbutt, especially for non-fans who know pro wrestling is fake but don’t understand how it works. Many pro wrestling spots are only “safe” in the sense that the wrestler can take the full impact but still get up and pretend to fight. If a guy could hit his head on something and keep going, the business had no need to figure out a way to make it safer or easier. Eventually the mentality was that if you couldn’t take that punishment, you were weak and the damage would either toughen you up or force you to quit. Of course, this changed a lot after 2007.

So did the Wellness Policy. Today’s fans may be bewildered that Chris Benoit could pass a drug test with so much testosterone in his system at the time of his death. The missing piece of the puzzle is that the policy was only introduced to combat the bad PR over Eddie, and was not seriously enforced until the Benoit story exposed it as a joke. Basically, after Eddie WWE wanted to look like they were preventing another tragedy, and after Benoit WWE realized that it was in their best interests to actually prevent another tragedy.

I was surprised the documentary touched on Nancy Benoit’s history with Kevin Sullivan, without mentioning the fringe theory that Sullivan was the “real” murderer. At the time, Sullivan was perceived as holding back Chris’s career in WCW, and it was easy to cast Chris as the good guy who overcame adversity and Sullivan as a jealous, bitter has-been. People who wanted to find some other villain in the Benoit murders found it easy to turn to Sullivan, and his silly 1980s Satanic heel gimmick added fuel to the fire. The idea that Sullivan could outwit the Fayette County Sheriff's Department but somehow fail to account for the sleuthing skills of pro wrestling fans is, as ever, preposterous.

The documentary was a little vague on the “glass ceiling” politics in the 1990s. The key is that the WWF tended to want to make stars out of bigger guys (6 feet and up, 250 pounds and up), and WCW tended to want to make stars out of guys that had been stars in the WWF. Benoit and his closest friends were generally viewed as solid technicians but too bland and/or small to be at the tippy-toppy level. They got a boost from the hype about them jumping from WCW to WWF. But once the Monday Night Wars were over and WWE was the only game in town, guys like Benoit and Eddie Guerrero were kept at a certain level, while a new generation of big muscly guys (e.g., John Cena, Batista) kinda leapfrogged over them. That’s not to say Chris and Eddie didn’t have their big moments in the sun, but there was always a higher level just out of reach for them.

That political context likely affects how fans feel about the Benoit case. To this day there are fans who act as if the primary injustice is that WWE won’t acknowledge Chris’s existence. For years, being a Chris Benoit fan meant arguing that he was underrated and overlooked by the capricious powers that be, and I think some fans reflexively view his legacy as an extension of that struggle. They want everyone to admit that Chris was, despite the murders, an excellent pro wrestler, as if anyone ever disputed that. They want Chris to be inducted in the Hall of Fame so WWE will play his entrance music and give him his due, without confronting Chris’s role in preventing that from happening. They wish Chris had gone out like Eddie, because Eddie’s tragedy was at least a clean and pure expression of grief and veneration. Chris Benoit denied us that expression, but it’s easier to blame someone else.

#wwe #chris benoit #dark side of the ring

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necropsittacus · 4 years

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fuckoff long post about my skeksis language thoughts below the cut. i ought to do more with this but it’s been sitting in my files for a couple months now and i want to Show People

-i've talked about this hc on here before, but i like it enough to repeat. the existence of names like skekmal and skekvar indicate that they have some means of producing labial consonants with a beak (presumably the skeksis can pronounce their own names. also, while i am very fond of assuming the same "this is translated from what they're actually saying" conceit tolkien uses applies to tdc, it seems unnecessary and overly complicated to assume anything of the sort about *character names,* especially ones that don't sound like real-world names to start with. i am going to assume unless told otherwise that those are their actual in-universe names and not "translated" for human benefit). my favored solution is that they have syrinxes like a parrot’s rather than humanoid vocal apparatus.

-there are separate extant skeksis and gelfling languages. (evidence for this: the skeksis were straight up originally supposed to speak their own language in the movie. "shadows of the dark crystal" has a comment about how well skekso speaks gelfling. also, "shadows of the dark crystal" does some things with speech patterns for the skeksis, which i will get into below and which, with the possible exception of chamberlain and novels!hunter, make most sense to me to treat as second language difficulties--i have a hard time seeing, say, emperor deliberately speaking ""wrongly"")

one might expect that the skeksis, being the way they are, would install their own language as the official or state language. given that "shadows of the dark crystal" specifies that skekso's accent in the Gelfling language is pretty good, in a scene taking place in the castle ("his voice sounded almost cultured, his accent in the gelfling tongue much more perfected than the stilted broken phrases of the Chamberlain" (*shadows of the dark crystal* 202)), i'm assuming that *isn't* the situation, and for whatever reason they're using Gelfling for state business. given the skeksis in general, that sure isn't out of a sense of benevolence.

one option: the skeksis treat their language as a Special In-Group Thing that they don't want to use with or maybe teach to outsiders. it's become essentially a ritual thing (which might in itself warrant an explanation as to how that came about, tbh), or they do use it for casual purposes but only among themselves, something like that.

another option: there's some specific reason the skeksis lang would be impractical as a state language--i think the most likely thing for this is that there's some aspect(s) of the skeksis lang that are just anatomically difficult or impossible for gelflings to produce, perceive, or both (my initial thought was just "they might have sounds a gelfling doesn't have the right anatomy to make," influenced by the syrinx idea, but tbh going with that same idea i think like, crows, have fairly nuanced signals that we might just hear as "caw" across the board, so a species with both that sort of vocal anatomy and their own language could conceivably have nuances of sound difference a different species wouldn't Pick Up On, either?)

and these aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive, either

-name vs title: (this is as much my friend skye's (@deerpunk) idea as mine, so i don't want to take full credit for it) using a skeksis's personal name vs their title is a formality distinction pretty similar to the T-V distinction, except that, due to the skeksis being How They Are, the more positive familiarity/intimacy sense has been lost in most contexts, for most skeksis, and most of what's left is the insult sense. (there are some exceptions to this: skekvar to skeksil, when he's decided he trusts him, maybe skeklach and skekok (although that strikes me as half-jokingly rude friendship, so it could be both tbh), skekmal's death--and that could be a breaking down of formality expectations because the situation is so dire.) because strength, respect, ornamentation, dignity are so important to the skeksis, using someone's title to refer to them is the default, and using a personal name is specifically marking something. this is also why we very rarely see anyone call emperor "skekso" (with the exception of, to the point i’ve gotten to in the novels at the time of writing, skeksa and skekmal--and those two seem more likely to talk back to skekso anyway tbh)--it would just be rude as hell and there might be consequences

it's also of immense interest to me that at one point in "shadows of the dark crystal," skekmal refers to emperor as "so." i have not seen this kind of shortening anywhere else. it's either a peculiarity of skekmal, which would check out, given how weird his speech patterns generally are in that book, or an additional level of informality, which presumably no one but skekmal has the guts to *use* (especially for skekso holy shit).

-"shadow of the dark crystal" gives several skeksis specific fucky speech patterns (presumably in the gelfling language), *besides* what's going on with chamberlain, which i think can mostly be attributed to like. Chamberlain. chamberlain has multiple scenes in AOR where there are only other skeksis present (so i think it’s a fair guess that they’d be using the Skeksis language), and his speech patterns are just as weird, in the same ways, as when he’s talking to gelfling.

so what i'm saying about this is mostly discounting chamberlain, although i will say that the “using the same weird speech patterns in sentences that are in-universe presumably in skeksis and gelfling” thing, to me, suggests maybe that he actually has a different kind of fucked up speech pattern across languages, and it’s being “translated” as the same for the benefit of the viewers (i would guess the skeksis and gelfling languages don’t have exactly the same grammar; i would also guess that chamberlain talking kind of weird is, as iirc the wiki suggests, a deliberate choice meant to project a certain image). it’s also interesting that from the very little information i have just from “shadows of the dark crystal,” chamberlain does not make the same errors as emperor (possibly he actually speaks gelfling fairly well and is playing up “oh look at poor harmless chamberlain, i don’t speak your language too good, be nice to me :)” ?)

i'm going to talk about *shadows of the dark crystal*!skekmal separately, since his speech patterns, as mentioned above, are kind of wild and have some commonalities with both chamberlain and the other skeksis in the book. i feel it necessary to distinguish novels skekmal from aor skekmal, who talks normally if a bit melodramatically. (also i'm getting the impression they have slightly different personalities, from what i've seen so far, but that's not relevant to this monstrosity of a post)

i am going to list the weird sentences individually in a bit here. the most notable oddities (discounting chamberlain and hunter) are copula omission, verb number agreement (possibly person, too, but english has so little verb agreement that that's hard to judge); "gelfling" being pluralized as "gelfling," which i think is common enough in tdc but in combination with the previous point made me wonder about pluralization errors? the omission of definite articles, and some odd word order stuff that could also be taken as sheer pretentiousness

copula omission:

"gelfling the ones that do the fixing" (202)

"gelfling causing problems for us, lord skeksis (202) ("lord skeksis" there also feels odd to me; i think i would have expected a definite article, and maybe a different word order)

"all gelfling traitors" (211)

verb agreement:

"we love gelfling, we do, we loves them" (203)

"after all skeksis does for you! gelfling came here just to tell such lies!" (211)

misc:

“daughter-soldier” (202) is not egregious but a bit odd

“yes?” to end a wh-question (202)

"silverling is sounding like a traitor herself" (212)

"see the crystal herself" (214) is not terrible but feels a Little weird

“we care not”

hunter: (not sure whether to even count this for Skeksis Speech Oddities because his speech patterns are SO wild)

"skeksis tower"

also drops first person subject pronoun (222)

"end this now, skekMal will do" (222) -- third person for himself, weird word order

omission of third person subject pronoun also

consistent omission of articles, except "skekTek the Scientist"

"not if skekMal make and take it for *himself*" - verbal agreement error

"what we does with Gelfling" - verbal agreement error

more subject pronoun omission and verb agreement errors- "silverling wanted to know what we does with gelfling. wanted to see for itself...got what it deserves" (222)

"hard to fight while carrying stone" (225) - this is okay but feels kind of weird (at least personally i’d probably say “it’s hard to fight…” in this context)

skektek also omits subject pronouns (238)--"gets to see the crystal *now*"

we don't see skektek omit first person, which is interesting; i’m taking that as essentially a characterization thing--it makes sense to have skektek in particular emphasizing his own presence and relevance

"skeksis taking care of it, taking care of gelfling" - past progressive expressed as simple progressive with no copula (243)

"how's skeksis to protect little gelfling when crystal cracked?" - agreement error, article omission (243)

"when growing old? growing weak?" (243) - omission of both subject pronoun and copula

negative concord--"not one with nothing"--(245)

"where the one with wings" (248) - copula omission

"skekmal smells 'em" (248)--is this the first place we get a potentially animate pronoun used for a gelfling by a skeksis? and it's plural?

"what says gelfling"

"gelfling wings comes fluttering out to save it" (248)--with "it" being gurjin, presumably, since skekMal would be unable to grab naia since he doesn't know exactly where she is. so this would be "gelfling wings comes fluttering out to save gurjin;" "gelfling wings" could be interpreted as "gelfling with wings" or "gelfling's wings" with about equal workability in this sentence--"gelfling with wings comes fluttering out to save gurjin" or "gelfling's wings come fluttering out to save gurjin"--Gurjin takes it as the second ("gelfling wings fly her to ha'rar")

"skekMal kills this one, then it kills the others" (249)--skekMal using not only third person, but inanimate third person, to refer to himself. skekMal using third person like this could be taken as meaning that referring to yourself in the third person either has a different connotation than in english (i tend to think of it as sort of childlike or cutesy, and skekMal is REALLY not that), and most likely different connotations for skekMal doing it than chamberlain doing it, or this is just a really weird take on him.

also, I’ve mostly been assuming the skeksis using “it” for gelfling is just a “they don’t see gelflings as fully sentient” thing, but that can’t really apply to skekMal; i wonder if the skeksis language doesn’t have a pronoun animacy distinction, or it doesn’t work the same way as in english, and they’re just Worse about remembering to use the right ones for gelfling, because of the “not seeing gelflings as people” problem?

you could take that farther and say the skeksis language, or maybe the urskeks? don't have third person pronouns at *all;* (at any rate, my personal headcanon has always been that they didn't originally have gendered pronouns, or really gender at all per se, and skeksa and (probably) skeklach (and by extension presumably their urru counterparts) just heard this "she" and "woman" thing from non-skeksis and went "yeah i want that")

also this could have relevance to chamberlain and novels!skekmal using third person for themselves so much

my friend skye, mentioned above, took this and suggested the skeksis lang is grammatically similar to japanese, in connection with the urskeks being super collectivist, which i like. It would also jive with the verbal agreement and pluralization errors, inconsistent use of articles, and copula omission.

this post may be updated with more novels stuff later on, because This Is What I’m Doing With My Major I Guess.

#txt #tdc #long post

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Could you imagine with bakuguo, kaminari, kirishima, midoriya, and todoroki with a S/O whose tall, like about 5’7ish. I see all these short S/O imagines and can’t relate cause I’m tall and also wear heels a lot. Please and thank you!!

Never knew if I’d do an imagine, but I relate to this one too much. Girl/Guy/Person, I’m 5′10 and love high heels, so I feel ya.

Bakugo

Let’s be honest, this boy doesn’t like the idea of having to look up to anyone; Something about it makes him feel weak, and we all know he handles that feeling well.

When he meets his S/O though, he isn’t thinking about their height. Appearance is the last thing on his mind. He’s the sort that needs to respect a person–their strength, their resolve–before he even thinks about starting a relationship with them.

Still, he can be an ass about height sometimes–like when his S/O wears those damn heels. He’s brutally honest and makes it very clear he doesn’t like it when they tower over him.

Eventually, his S/O might get tired of arguing and give up on wearing heels altogether. He definitely notices–he sees the way they slouch over, trying to make themselves seem shorter than they are.

He hates it. His S/O has lost some of that spark–that confidence–that first drew him to them.

The next time they go out together, he’ll make a point of stopping at storefronts, mentioning how they’d look “fucking hot” in every pair of shoes he sees. Even if they’re absolutely hideous, six-inch-tall atrocities.

It’s a way for him to avoid outright admitting he was wrong for giving them a hard time, but in the end, that doesn’t matter. His S/O starts wearing heels again, and even when he has to look up to them, he won’t complain.

Eventually, he comes to terms with his own insecurity and his S/O’s height becomes something that he barely even notices.

If someone dares to belittle him (seriously, what sort of moron would do that?) for having a tall/taller partner, he’ll get super confrontational.

“Why should I give a fuck how tall they are? There’s no damn height limit for dating.”

Kaminari

Half the time, he feels like he’s standing next to a god/goddess.

Legit, this boy has to keep himself from drooling whenever he stands next to his S/O. Those legs are just something else–his partner has definitely caught him staring at them when they’re out in public together.

If the height difference is significant (and even if it’s not), he’s the sort of person that’ll pretend he can’t reach something just so he can watch his S/O stretch out and grab it.

“Babe, could you help me get these chips off the shelf?”

“Denki, they’re literally right in front of your face. If you sneeze, you’ll knock them over.”

“Nope, too short. I need you and your beautiful legs to get over here ASAP.”

You can bet your ass he’ll drop stuff too for pretty much the same reason. His S/O probably catches onto his little charade pretty quickly, but I imagine that they’ll just roll their eyes and play along.

Don’t even get me started on an S/O that decides to wear heels. If they’re out on a date together, he gets this prideful glow.

He couldn’t give a crap whether people think he’s less manly for being inches shorter than them. Regardless of your shape or size, you’re a friggin model in his eyes, and he doesn’t see any reason to be ashamed of that.

Kirishima

This boy is pretty on-board with the idea of having a tall S/O. I mean, he wouldn’t mind if they were short either, but it’s cool not to have to look down at them all the time.

Plus, being at their eye level, like, all the time? That’s pretty epic. Especially when he gets the urge to press his forehead against theirs. There’s no bending or standing on tiptoes or anything.

Still, no matter your height, he’s not opposed to hurling his S/O over his shoulder whenever he’s feeling especially playful.

He couldn’t care less whether they wear heels or not. The way he sees it, he feels best when he knows his S/O is feeling their best. If wearing heels and standing four-inches over him is what they like, then what the hell, go for it.

He’s definitely tried walking in his S/O’s shoes before. Not in public, but definitely on one of those days where they just chill at home.

You can bet homeboy fell hard, and his S/O caught it on camera. The moment they’re sure he’s okay, it’s all laughs. So much laughter that there are legit tears.

Somehow, the video makes its way to every single one of his friends. Not that he minds. Even when they tease him about it, he just shrugs it off.

Bottom line, Kirishima is very secure in his masculinity. Nothing people say and nothing his S/O wears is ever gonna make him feel insecure about his relationship with them.

Midoriya

This boy. If you breathe, you’re perfect in his eyes.

If his S/O is taller than him, he’ll definitely be insecure at first, but not because he feels emasculated. He’s afraid they want someone taller than them–that they’ll be embarrassed to stand beside him.

It never even occurs to him that his S/O might have anything to be worried about. If they’re insecure and they admit their feelings to him, you can bet his jaw hits the floor.

“What? No, you’re perfect!”

Needless to say, that situation sorts itself out pretty quickly.

Midoriya worships every inch of his S/O, and you can bet the paparazzi have snapped a few pics of him just staring up at them with heart eyes or leaning his head on their shoulder.

Heels? Don’t those hurt? But sure, if that’s what you like then go for it.

He doesn’t like telling his S/O what to wear, and it’s not like an extra few inches is enough to make him rethink his entire relationship.

Deep down, he might be a little weirded out by any shoe that changes their height drastically. Not because he feels less manly; It’s more because it’s just so different. Still, you won’t hear him complain, even a little bit. In his mind though, he’s a bumbling mess.

What if he goes to grab their waist and his hand ends up… somewhere else? What if he wants to kiss them and he has to jump to reach their face? What if that makes them feel like a babysitter instead of his S/O? There are just too many “what ifs.”

Either way, this boy is grateful. If his S/O is willing to accept the fact that he may not ever be a 6′2 stud, then why shouldn’t he be able to accept them for who they are in turn?

Todoroki

If you think homeboy even notices until someone points it out to him, then you’re dead wrong.

Okay, he notices his S/O’s height, but he doesn’t even realize that that’s a thing most people consider in relationships.

To him, height is just another thing like hair color or skin color. Sure, it might influence the way a person perceives themselves, but why should it influence his decision to be with his S/O?

Does not give a flying fuck what people say about him. He’s the sort to just listen, blink slowly, then just take his S/O’s hand and remove himself from the situation. He’s a busy person, and he doesn’t have time to waste on people that are concerned with appearances.

But you can bet your booty that he’ll step it up and tell them off if it seems like the chatter upsets his S/O.

If he and his partner share a bed, there is definitely gonna be some fighting for sheets. He’s the sort to curl up into a ball, which means that 90% of the time, his S/O’s feet are out in the cold–free for the demons to grab.

If the height difference is significant (like, his nose falls to his S/O’s chin or lower), he’s probably gonna be the sort of person that’s too lazy to get on his tiptoes to kiss them.

He’ll probably just rub his nose into their neck or kiss their jaw. To others, it may seem scandalous, but really it’s just more convenient for both parties.

Could not care less about heels. They’re just clothes. Even if he weren’t clueless about fashion and stuff like that, he doesn’t feel obligated to give his opinion on what his S/O wears unless he’s prompted to.

Obviously, there are occasions where he’d prefer for them to stand at similar heights–photo ops or other events where it makes for an odd angle–but most of the time he’s pretty chill about everything.

#bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #kaminari denki #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijirou #mha imagines #todoroki shouto #tator-tash #Requests #I got too into this #This is why i write full length fics

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calleo-bricriu · 4 years

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How about some Sinday cards (FB verse)?

(( This got LONG! For reference, he's reading top to bottom, left to right for the first three rows and the cards off to the right are the two paths at the end.

Since the image is likely too small to read:

Top row: King of Wands, Four of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, Ace of Cups, Seven of Wands, Queen of Cups.

Middle row: Queen of Pentacles, Seven of Cups, Six of Swords, The Emperor, Death, The Lover.

Bottom row: Seven of Swords, Five of Pentacles, The World, The Hanged Man, Page of Wands, Knight of Cups.

The card that shows two possible paths: Two of Wands.

The First Path: The Wheel & Knight of Swords.

The Second Path: Page of Pentacles & King of Pentacles.

This one did make me laugh as @absintheabsence is an Aquarius and @tmvoldemort is a Capricorn. ))

You know I don't keep any--whatever it is you're considering sinning here--to one particular day of the week as though I were some sort of reverse Catholic.

Since you didn't ask about anything specific, I won't either so, you get what you get.

So, we're starting out with the King of Wands. Usually a fire sign, outgoing, charming, good with words--it says fearless but, really, with this deck, I could almost see it doing those little finger quotation marks--supportive, lenient, motivated, if someone tries to put a leash on this one they'll turn into something short tempered, and will be likely to use those described traits to be as obstructionist and fall into, 'If you want to try and make me do something I'd prefer not to do, feel free, but you will fight for every scrap of ground gained and held and I'm more stubborn than you are' territory.

Lucky you, they're going to talk about me.

Yes, thank you, I am a bit stressed at the moment and am regrouping and planning for the future in a way that will center around self-preservation. No need to clarify further, I get it, we're talking about me.

I'm not entirely sure what sort of 'sinning' we're getting at here yet, so I'll just draw a few more. This one just makes it sound like I'm going to--the thing is, I do enjoy a good game of cat and mouse, only I'm often just playing at the part of the mouse; when I am caught, the one who's caught me might not get what they'd thought they were getting.

Which, good guess on my part, as the Ace of Cups points toward new relationships in which I am unapologetically myself and will allow them to think they've captured me when the reality is I'll have just decided the chase has become a little repetitive and dull and will "surrender".

I play that game a lot.

And I am absolutely going to make them fight for every little victory but, my personality being what it is, will always be careful not to push it too far; when you push it too far, they lose interest and that's no fun.

Mum's not going to be happy about it but, that's to be expected.

Neither is some other Witch, only this Witch is substantially less friendly sounding than Mum; well, that's not entirely fair, it looks as though she's friendly enough with those she deems worthy of it and the rest can burn. Reasonably good chance she is not going to care for me being around at all.

This one is one of my favourites to get in this context; it means I'm certainly not going to be bored. It also indicates a lot of fantasy and illusion or wishful thinking but, that's not going to be from my end. I go into these things knowing exactly what they are; what the other person decides to see is on them.

At least it won't be hectic after that initial ending of the chase. Also indicates travel, specifically overseas. Calm after a storm seems apt, but I may be jumping the gun on that.

HA! Rigid, stubborn, authoritarian, always has to have their way, struggles with affection.That's all I've got to say about that card apart from, "At least it wasn't the Tower this time."

Could've done without Death. I'm well aware it doesn't mean actual literal Death, but it does indicate change. Ordinarily I'd say it indicates a change in the one represented by the Emperor, however, the overall conversation here is about me and I do not care for that. I have a very good idea about what that change might be and I am not looking forward to trudging through that bog again.

But, I'm apparently not going to mind. For awhile, at any rate.

This Swords card, quite honestly, is likely talking about myself and the other one. Dangerous, underhanded, resourceful, spying, manipulative, rational to a fault, lies, and getting away with it all due to being flexible, adaptable and having a keen wit.

That'll be interesting.

At some point, of course, it'll start to crumble because it was never based on anything more substantial than me getting bored with the chase and the other person's life in general taking a turn for the worse.

I'll come out of it successful, accomplished, and pick up right where I left off, however.

Until it gets to that point, however, I'll feel trapped or confined, which may be literal confinement and, from time to time, will very likely be uncertain as to how it's all going to play out.

In the end, however, it'll be good and swift news for me and I'll be cut loose with very little ill effect overall; this one also indicates a Fire sign as did the first card, so it's aimed at me. Not to mention, I'll come away with it massively better off than when I went in in terms of knowledge and skill.

And that's going to land me right in the middle of a lot of interest in the romantic sense from other people once all the dust settles. Weird, but okay.

I really ought to be sporting and ask it what happens to the other person; it's only polite--and they don't want to talk about that, this one is telling me I'll have two paths I can take after I'm cut loose.

The first path seems like the same old, same old for awhile; usual ups and downs, nothing spectacular, reminder to pay attention to how you treat people on the way up as you'll likely see them again on the way down.

The second card for the first path sounds kind of annoying, to be honest, but it indicates that if I go whatever the path is that isn't the straight and narrow, it'll land me right back with that person who has the strong personality, quick wit, charm, intelligence, and more than a bit of a rebellious streak who will, by that time, be a little more rational but also still impatient and impulsive if left to their own devices. However, they're such an exciting and elusive figure that people are still drawn to them. Usually an air sign, specifically Aquarius.

The more likely interpretation is that the Wheel and the Knight of Swords are one path that can be pared down to, "It'll come full circle, have fun with that."

So, one more card at least.

Page of Pentacles. Consistency, general good news, grounded, excelling in one's career, one of those 'young at heart' things. That's a little less dull sounding than the Wheel portion of the first path.

The only odd thing is that it also points toward getting involved with an Earth sign, and points strongest to a Capricorn.

King of Pentacles, everything else aside, centers around Capricorn again and flashes of high social status, building an empire, conservative views, keeps people around them by being very careful--until you're locked down--to come off as patient, generous and stable but, behind the curtain, you're dealing with someone cold, emotionally dead, resourceful, and who will turn absolutely vicious if they even think you've put a toe out of line and has a tendency to go right off the rails if they think whatever they want isn't happening quickly enough.

Someone who can't deal with criticism and--the cards use words like 'blunt' or 'brusque' but, considering the pair of cards, I'd put my money on it being 'will get very violent, very fast if any disrespect is perceived.'

I'll take my luck with the Aquarius if, for no other reason, that I haven't had a conservative point of view on anything since I can remember and would likely not get on all that well with a stubborn, bad tempered goat who does.

These things always go off on a similar tangent any time they talk about me lately, and evidently don't want to talk about anything else, which usually means they think I haven't properly acknowledged or understood what they're saying.

I have, on both fronts, I'd just rather not think about it as I don’t necessarily want to do either.

#divination #tarot #v: ftbawtft #(Somewhere at Hogwarts Tom Riddle probably got very annoyed for no good reason after that stubborn bad tempered goat comment :D )#(BUT HE IS)#hp rp #I'm going to guess the sin here is my terrible taste in company #I'm not sure which one that falls under #combination of greed pride gluttony and possibly lust

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