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evilkennedy · 9 months

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hold me close

pair: lethan; leon kennedy/ethan winters

summary: based on this post : https://www.tumblr.com/crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington/722857634630434816/bug-all-posts-for-this-au-will-be-under-the-tag by @crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington

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4:28 am; Leon blinked blearily at his phone, having woken up to the sound of frantic little knocks against his bedroom door. His head swam as he reluctantly sat up, the liquor from hours before still having its effect on his aching body as he tossed his phone back onto his unmade bed with a groan. Another set of small raps sounded from his door, making him speed up the process of getting out of bed. It was so late and the sound could have only been coming from Ethan. He tried to consider what could be wrong, but nothing formulated in his sleep-addled and tipsy mind. He was just annoyed at having been woken up in the first place, bare feet padding against the cold ground as he finally opened the door, a bit harsher than he’d meant to. He squinted at the blonde, dark circles undoubtedly making him look exhausted as he reprimanded his new roommate, “Do you know what time–”

“I know! I know, I’m sorry, I really am, I just– You know I wouldn’t bother you unless it was for something really important and uhm, there’s a… there’s a bug in my room.” Ethan finished off lamely. As he’d been speaking Leon being ever the observant agent noticed the way he trembled, even in the dim lighting of the hallway. He was paler than usual, which was saying something since he was already relatively pale naturally and he was sure that if he could see him better, he’d be sweating. The way he fiddled with his hands gave away the extent of his fear and Leon felt his heart ache for him. He was all too familiar with a reaction like this, but for some reason it hurt to see it coming from Ethan… it was like looking into a mirror.

“And- and I know it’s stupid, trust me, I know. I’m sorry. I know you don’t really like me and I know we promised to just stay out of each other’s way but I really– I just, I can’t. I k- know it won’t hurt me and it’s just a bug but I– it's– I don’t–” Leon cut off the man’s rambling, unable to bear it any longer. He might not have known every little detail about Ethan’s escapades in both Dulvey and Romania, but he didn’t have to. At least not to understand the way it still deeply affected him. He could see it in the way he held Rose so tightly and in the way he often woke up from yelling in his sleep, having to console his daughter soon after. He sympathized more than anyone ever could, so beyond the exhaustion he felt and perhaps even the slightest bit of exasperation, he softened, sighing before he spoke, “Where’s the bug.”

Ethan stopped his rambling with a surprised, “Huh,” deep brown irises even darker when contrasted against bloodshot eyes, lower lip trembling as he attempted to keep the tears at bay. Leon felt as though a stake through the heart would be less painful than the sight of Ethan in such distress, a bit melodramatic, he was aware, but as his chest clenched painfully and his stomach twisted from more than just sympathy– He knew he couldn’t acknowledge it in any other way. That fondness could be dangerous, tangible in the air between them and enough to swallow Leon whole if he thought about it for too long. Ethan was someone he was meant to protect. Nothing more.

“Where’s the bug?” He repeated again, patience waning thin at his own thought processes, but never at the other’s desperation. Still, he wouldn’t recognize the difference, so Leon schooled his tone as best as he could.

“It’s.. It’s above my bed. Thank you.” Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, though his state hadn’t gotten any better. Leon’s concern remained apparent and nagging, he wanted nothing more than to wrap the other in his arms until he felt safe again, but that would certainly be crossing lines he couldn’t cross. He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder in passing, “Don’t worry. It’s nothing.” He reassured, small smile on his face as Ethan leaned into the touch subconsciously, thanking him once again. He tried not to let the touch linger longer than it had to, or to appreciate the way his eyelashes looked, even in the faint lighting of the hall, he could still see how long they were. He couldn’t help but think about how unfairly beautiful they were, even as he pulled away and began his trek to the second room of the hall, an anxious Ethan in tow to presumably show him where the bug had been.

Leon entered the room first, though when he did, he didn’t see a bug anywhere. He didn’t want to alarm Ethan by saying it might have moved somewhere else, but before he could say anything at all, he was behind him, eyes frantically searching the ceiling and the walls of his room. “N-No! It was there, on my ceiling.” He pointed to where it had been, breathing picking up as he began to panic once again despite the quiet decibel his voice remained at. Surprisingly, Rose didn’t stir, even as Ethan started rubbing at his bare arms, eyes finding Leon’s as he trembled, legs threatening to give out. “I can’t- I can’t–” The agent was quick to respond, moving the two steps he needed to to close the distance between them, sleep no longer plaguing his mind but his own panic instead.

“Hey, can I touch you? Look at me, Ethan.” He held his hands up placatingly, concerned by the way unseeing eyes met his own with a nod. “Okay.” He breathed, placing Ethan’s hand on his chest, beginning to exaggerate his own, much calmer, breathing. “Breathe with me, okay? Can’t have you passing out on me.” He didn’t respond, but he could feel and see the way he was attempting to match his breathing, even though it was an obvious struggle.

“Good, you’re doing so good.” He praised gently, heart threatening to plummet through his stomach or leap right out of his chest with the way he suddenly felt so connected to the other, the unfamiliarity of it all overwhelmed his senses, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. So long as Ethan was okay.

The blonde nodded, slowing his breathing as much as he could while the trigger was still nowhere to be seen, presumably lurking in the shadows and waiting to strike. Leon thought for a few moments as they stood there, the atmosphere around them more intimate than he could have expected himself to allow.

“You can sleep in my room tonight, okay? You and Rose, give the bug some time to get out of here. You need the sleep.” His tone left no room for arguments, Ethan had been having a rough time since it hadn’t been too long after Romania that Chris had set up this little arrangement for them. More often than not, he didn’t sleep, whether it be because of the memories that plagued his own psyche or having a baby daughter that is struggling just as much and unable to understand it like Ethan could. He deserved a break, no matter how Leon felt about him. He’d push away whatever he had to to make things right, pretend to hate him if it meant he and Rose could be safe.

Ethan seemed to consider this for a few moments, aware of their proximity now that he was coming back to himself, brows furrowed as he responded, “Where will you sleep?”

Honestly, Leon hadn’t considered that himself, but he’d be more than fine sleeping on the couch. “I’m good on the couch.”

Finally the brunette let go of Ethan’s hand as the trembling slowed to a minimum and he was no longer on the verge of passing out, though it was done hesitantly. The other looked as though he wanted to say something in response, but he didn’t, instead just giving a curt nod and an okay in response.

The pair and Rose made their way back to Leon’s room, somehow the baby hadn’t woken up through the entire ordeal, which they were both grateful for. As much as Ethan needed the rest, Leon wasn’t entirely confident in his babysitting skills, so they’d have been screwed. The agent tried his best not to hover too closely to Ethan, but his concern was still palpable, practically oozing from him in waves as he followed him across the hall, watching as he and Rose settled back down in his room. He was grateful that he looked substantially more relaxed laying in his bed, simultaneously reveling in the way he looked like he belonged there. Dangerous thoughts for him to have, but if he indulged privately just this once, no one had to know. He looked cute, hair all ruffled from sleep and cheeks tinged pink from the tears. He wished he could blame the alcohol for this line of thought, but the buzz was long gone now.

Still, he hesitated, Ethan looked like there was still something on his mind and he didn’t want to leave until he was sure that the younger man was alright. “Alright?” Leon asked, voice no longer rough from disuse, but much softer.

“Actually…” He paused, shaking his head as though to rid himself of whatever he’d been meaning to ask. “Nevermind. Yeah, I’m good. Thank you, Leon.”

He hesitated, still standing at the threshold of his room, fingers itching to be back on Ethan again. How ridiculous of him to get so attached so soon. It had only been a month.

“Are you sure? I could stay. If you need.” He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to make the offer, perhaps the overwhelming worry he still felt, wanting the man to get at least one good night’s sleep if he could help it.

There wasn’t a moment of hesitation in Ethan’s response, “Please. If you don’t mind.” He fiddled with his fingers again, something else that Leon found endearing as he stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him. He didn’t say a word as he made his way to the other side of his bed, sitting up against the headboard so that he wouldn’t make the other uncomfortable.

“Do you want the bedside light on?” He spoke, voice barely above a whisper so as to not break whatever bubble had formed around them in the silence of the night.

“No. It’s okay. Thank you. Again.” Feeling bold, Leon found his hand from beneath the blankets, interlocking their fingers when he didn’t feel Ethan hesitate, in fact, he reciprocated the touch easily, welcoming it.

“Goodnight, Ethan.” He didn’t feel the need to say anything in response to the thanking, knowing now that he’d probably do the same for him if given the chance.

“Goodnight, Leon.” Whether that moment would be left as a secret within the blankets of Leon’s bed, succumbing to the indulgences of nightly intimacy come daybreak, they would wake in the safety of each other.

a/n: I am so beyond obsessed with this au so expect more tbh. I love lethan so very much no one can take them away from me

#lethan #roomateau #and they were roommates #leon kennedy x ethan winters #leon kennedy #ethan winters #resident evil #resident evil 8 #canon divergent au

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transfemlogan · 1 year

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Think I could ask what you think of Logan’s character and where you think his character arc will go (or at least, where you’d like to see it go in the series)? Honestly I’m just interested in hearing you talk about him

I found this rlly far down my drafts. Somehow. Idk how it got there. But at least I don't have to rewrite the entire beginning 🧡

NOTE: I have Aphasia. It's a language disorder that affects my ability to understand and use language and it affects me both within writing and speaking. This is going to be a little incomprehensible and all over the place, but be nicies to me and feel free to ask for clarification.

This is more of a ramble, than a nice and neat analysis.

Everyone is allowed to add on :3c

ALSO SORRY TO ANYONE TAGGED</3 You're most likely tagged because I was quoting/linking a post by you.

OK. LET'S TALK ABT LOGAN (FT MY BAD SCREENSHOTS):

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "My True Identity!" He is smiling at the camera and making finger guns. /end ID]

This might be incomprehensible I love logan sanders. So much. Its so hard to put into words i jsut love him OK. He is perfect in every day & also a little nerd. & Beautiful. & handsome. & my babygirl.

I feel like a lot of fans treat him as if he is... like any other glasses wearing character in fiction. Byakuya Togami is the first to pop into my mind, same with Kusuo Saiki from The Disasterous Life of Saiki K, Freddy Riley from Identity V, Charles Offdensen from Metalocalypse, Kyoya Ootori from Ouran Highschool Hostclub, ETC. THERE'S A LOT OF GLASSES GUYS. (Note: these characters do not completely fit each other, but you get the point.)

The trope of "smart, unemotionless, rude/blunt character wears glasses" is something fans will shove Logan into, but the thing is Logan's character takes this trope and completely snaps it in half and throws it in the trash.

Logan is smart. He is blunt and can be the biggest asshole at times. He is """unemotional""" (stated by him).

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts". The captions reas, "Everything is okay." /end ID]

But he's also compassionate. He is hopeful. He cares so much for the people around him and he holds so much love in his heart.

This post (link) by @intrulogical probably phrases it way better than I ever could + this post (link) by @nesushii

I think that's what makes Logan such a compelling character. He's not someone who needs to "learn how to feel" (which is an idea in fiction I dislike) (it can become a little ableist), he is someone who does feel and know he feels and feels so much all the time, but he can't express it well due to both the environment around him and how he shows his emotions.

A lot of Logan's asshole actions, I think, are less him actively trying to be rude and more him just struggling really bad.

In Moving On, he is "rude" but it's because he realises his actions were Wrong and he's trying to Fix It. He recognises Virgil's panic attack, how this room is affecting Thomas, and realises that he should have listened to Patton. But because of the affects of Patton's room and Logan's tone and phrasing, he comes off as Mean. He becomes defensive as everyone blows him off and it affects how he's trying to help everyone.

In LNTAO, Logan is confused about the entire situation. He doesn't understand why singing or puppets would help Thomas and, as Logic, it is terrifying to not Know when it's his entire job to know. His confusion turns into defensiveness, and because he already struggles to express his emotions in a way that the other sides like/understand, his confusion (& defensiveness) comes off as anger and purposeful ignorance. Which is why the sides and Thomas treat him the way they do— they're assuming he doesn't want to know. Which is entirely untrue!

I know I've talked so much already about how Logan is unintentionally autistic coded (I'm even writing an entire essay about it), but like... HE IS SO AUTISTIC CODED!!

This character that struggles with expressing himself. Who lives in an environment where he feels like he has to exist a certain way, or else he won't be accepted. Who doesn't understand tone or sarcasm or the "big picture". Who struggles with other people viewing him as some sort of unemotionless ""monster"", bexause they don't understand him. Who wants to be heard and understood.

In DWIT, he feels like he's finally doing something right. That he's on the right path. And then it immediately get snatched away in POF and then again in WTIT. And that's such an inherently autistic experience. You feel like you're masking right, you're fitting in, people are accepting and loving you— only to act "too autistic" and the false comfort you wanted is snatched away (a little more complex and nuanced than that, but you know).

He is... So Autistic and it HURTS. (He could also be viewed as neurodivergent in general— I can relate to him outside of autism, with my schizophrenia and speech impediment.)

I also relate to him heavily as a child abuse victim. I've brought it up a few times, but I haven't been able to express entirely what I mean by calling him "child abuse coded" (WHICH IS A PHRASE I KEEP GIGGLING AT).

Logan's entire situation with anger feels so... similar to my own anger issues and trauma. The way he will get so angry and explode only to calm down and realise his actions.

[ID: two screenshots of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts". In image one, he is pointing at someone out of frame and looking down at the floor with a confused expression. In image two, he has a hand on his tie and looks upset. /end ID]

Hurting those around you because you're hurting is something I feel like most, if not all, abuse victims struggle with. And especially with child abuse victims, I personally always feel on edge. Like I have to defend my actions 24/7 and I need to express myself perfectly or else no one will understand and I will "get in trouble" and "punished".

It reminds me so much of Logan. After he gets angry and explodes (partially due to the Orange Side, based on how the series is being shown), he immediately is confused and shameful and scared.

Logan is scared and ashamed of his own actions and is trying so hard to fix himself and not be that, not be an angry aggressive person. But it's not as simple and apologising and moving on and it's definitely much harder when those around you will not let you / don't understand fully.

ANYWAY Logan's character means so much to me as an autistic, abused guy. //slaps Logan// this guy can hold SO much trauma!

This post (link) by @orbmanson7 I think puts some of my thoughts into better words about Logan's anger and boundaries and everything (which also helps us segway into talking about his arc)

The thing with Logan's arc is that it's a little more complex than just "Logan wants to be listened to". All of the sides want to be listened to, that's the entire point of them. They all want to help Thomas.

It's not only that Logan wants to be listened to and isn't, it's also that Logan is actively listening to critiques and trying to fix and change. He is hearing and seeing that something he is doing is not helpful and is upsetting people. He wants to fix it and change and improve. But no matter what he does, nothing seems to "fix the issue"— Thomas still will not listen to him.

Logan has to unlearn this idea that he needs to constantly be improving himself, that he has to act a certain way, in order for someone to listen and understand him (AGAIN. WHY I RELATE TO HIM AS A ABUSE VICTIM). AND, the sides need to be actively changing how they are treating him. Because him unlearning this won't immediately fix the issue if the sides aren't working too.

The situation can't be fixed with a simple promise of "we will listen to you, Logan", because they've been doing that the entire series.

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts". He is holding a notebook near his chest and looks dejected. The captions read, "Another day, Logan, I promise." /end ID]

ALSO, this doesn't fall completely on the other sides. Logan still needs to work on letting himself express things and learning how to cope with his strong, intense emotions like his anger. He's lashing out at the other sides and that's not okay. He can't hurt the people he cares about because he's angry and upset (see the ending of POF before Janus reveals his name).

Which... is one of the reasons I really do not want his anger to be "caused by" the orange side. I want this to be something he is experiencing and going through, because if it's "oooh a dark side is controlling him!!" then it won't be a "Logan issue", it'll be a "dark side issue". Which is not what he OR the viewers need.

Logan needs to overcome and cope with his issues without someone inserting themselves into his arc. The more people are thrown into the mix, the more the attention is drawn away from Logan, and I think his arc is something that desperately needs to be told and focused on.

And NO . I am not a fan of "Logan is the Orange Side" theories. There's a million reasons why that's not true if you actually watch and pay attention to the series (it's a very fun AU, but falls apart in context of the actual series). (Plus I don't want him to stop being indigo.......)

I also don't want Logan's arc to end up with him "turning into a dark side" for a MULTITUDE of reasons:

The "dark sides" aren't like... an actual, genuine thing...? It's not something you can ""become"", it's something you are forced into. It is a term created by Roman to describe sides that Thomas views as inherently bad or evil. The only way for Logan to ""become"" a "dark side" is if someone, in an episode, verbally, called Logan a "dark side".

Obviously, Logan can be treated like a "dark" side. In fact, how he is being treated in the series is very similar to how Virgil was treated in seasonn 1 or how Janus is being treated, ETC. BUT I don't want him to be called a "dark side", because I feel like that brings up an entirely new conflict? Now it's not focused on them ignoring Logan, it's focused on "Logic is evil?" "Thomas views Logic as bad?".

I'm struggling really hard to explain, but I feel like it just layers the conflict and I don't want that. I don't want Logan's arc to include the dark sides in any way. I want it to be focused on him.

(HOWEVER, I don't mind the connection between Logan and the dark sides through their similarities and finding comfort each other because of it. In fact, I love it. But I am not sure how to elaborate on that and how I want their relationships to be, so I skipped over it. If someone asks later, I can try to put it in words. In short, less of the "dark sides" affecting Logan, more Logan affecting the "dark sides"? I don't know if that makes sense.)

Also, I don't trust real-life Thomas to write it well! While he is very good at writing conflict, he sucks at resolving conflict (see: Virgil's reveal as a dark side at the end of DWIT and how it's handled in ATHD). Logan becoming a "dark side" already adds more to his already conflict-filled arc, I don't want to then see it be swept under the rug or handled really badly. Logan deserves a good arc. Don't bite off more than you can chew, or whatever, leave his arc alone. Stop it. Please.

I think that's all I wanted to say?

In short: Logan is full of hope and love and compassion and is so, so autistic coded and has so much trauma. I think his arc is more complex than "not being listened to" and he has to unlearn a lot. I don't want his arc to involve the orange side/him being the orange side, or any of the dark sides, because that brings the attention away from him.

#ask #sanders sides #logan sanders #blog tags ->#essays!#IT. COUNTS. OK. EVEN THOUGH ITS RAMBLY.#logan #revys essays!#sure whatever

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hydn-jpg · 4 months

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5, 17, 28 💛

5. what made you start your blog?

(this turned out a bit rambly i'm sorry hflkljdlskjk)

believe it or not, when i first made this blog it was meant to be a sherlock holmes blog (hence the 'how absurdly simple!' blog title) !! not just any sherlock holmes content though, specifically granada holmes bc jeremy brett is the sherlock holmes and you can't convince me otherwise

but then i started reading and following a lot more IFs, which eventually lead back to me playing choices again after almost 2 years,, i started reading crimes and fell in love with trystan, but it was while reading immortal desires that i decided that i want to start posting art again here bc there was a distressing lack of cas and gabe fanart at the time!! i needed more content immediately!!!!

while this blog is not 100% a choices blog it is still a majority of what i post about here at the moment!! i'll eventually be branching out and draw fanart of other IFs that i like bc god knows there's no shortage of that, plus other media that i like as well!! (oh and cat reblogs, my blog could change drastically over time but the cat reblogs will be the one thing that stays consistent)

17. name 3 things that make you happy

cats

all your comments and tags in reblogs!! from the heartfelt down to the most feral ones, reading them brings me a lot of joy <3

fooooooood also peace and quiet

28. do you collect anything?

i used to collect rocks when i was younger,, these days i collect small cat figurines but i haven't rea lly made much progress on them as of late ,,

ask game

#really if you think about it #cas and gabe are the ones to be thanked bc if they didn't live in my mind rent free i would've probably not started posting any art here lo #anywa y forgive me if i am acting weird #i may or may not be tipsy #ask mx. chen

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vines-brain · 9 months

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Hihi<3

This is an intro for bodily me and little me!!

REA MY DNI IN MY BIO OR UNDER THIS POST BEFORE INTERACTING PLS!!

✰My name is Vine!

✰I age regress and this blog is dedicated to age regression! (coping mechanism plz do NOT s€xualize my regression, plus im a minor)

✰my pronouns are they/them, she/shes

✰my bodily age is 14 and my little age ranges from 1-4

✰I'd love to become moots or friends with people on here!! (My DMs are open but pls 13-17)

✰I do requests for dni banners and stimboards on my tiktok (@bunbuns-stims) (use my asks for recs!)

✰random facts- self diagnosed autistic, I have selective mutism (i think) ,I'm aroace (cupioromantic & greys€xual), and I love horror movies!!

✰anon list! 💫,

✰tags!!

#vinie reblogs!! (for all of my reblogs!)

#vinies fwends!! (if i reblog a friend/mut

#vinie answers!! (when i answer asks)

#vinie rambles (just random stuff)

Have a good day/night <3

ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Ily and u are enough♡

(link to the divider that i use https://www.tumblr.com/sweetparty/707291308988956672/haii-is-it-possible-you-could-do-a-ribbonbow-and )

#sfw agere #age regression #agere blog #sfw regression #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #sfw blog #vinies fwends!!#vinie answers!!#vinie reblogs!!#vinie rambles

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landfilloftrash · 2 months

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“Who could see? Since Jean Valjean was alone, and there was no one there. The One who is in the shadows.”

for @valvertweek :]

#my art #Les Mis #Les Misérables #Jean Valjean #Javert #valvert #valvert week #entre chien et loup #love that the entire time leading up this I had absolutely no fuckin clue as to what to do and then I finally finished the brick #and this line came up and fucking punched me in the mouth; so have This.#ghost/living dynamics my fucking adored <3 #can’t believe Victor Hugo gave .me. parts after Javert died lines w/ the possibility of his ghost being beside Valjean #(consciences are ghosts of everything in your life as it is)#rea rambles in the tags #rea’s trash

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rotting-brains · 4 months

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there is so much misinfo on DID it's shocking. imo it stems from the fact that social media boosts minorities (not in that sense) of the DID community. I mean minorities as in:

possessive switches are really really not half as common as the internet makes us think

the vast majority of systems has low to no commumication, and, as a system who can communicate, commumication is not like hearing voices for me.

black out amnesia is not the only type of amnesia and it is not the most common. grey out amnesia and emotional amnesia are both included as amnesia in the DID diagnostic criteria.

The problem is that singlets see this minority, convince themselves that these fewer people are struggling more, and ends up boosting their content more, leading content of more common and relatable DID experiences to be pushed down and be seen by nobody.

Alternatively, singlets see this minority and assume that they are faking, boosting their content through shock value. This again causes this content to be the most seen by other people with DID who have yet to discover they have it or are coming to terms with it, and since they can't relate to that experience they assume that they dont have DID because they cant see that DID is not like that for most people.

This is in no way, shape or form an attack towards people with DID who have possessive switches more often or mainly struggle with black out amnesia or whose communication is like hearing voices.

We all have different experiences and that is what we fail to remember.

I myself started question having DID for the first time when I was in middle school and was following a creator with DID. This creator only reported their possessive switches and other parts of their DID, like their tourettes symptom holder, that caused singlets to start fake claiming them (cringe culture was at an all time high).

Because I only ever saw their content (im italian and they are the only italian content creator who's a system that ive ever seen. i didnt speak english well in middle school), I believed I could have never possibly had DID. My switches don't look like theirs, our communicating doesn't look like theirs, I didn't experience black out amnesia. Most people's experience doesn't look like theirs and thats okay.

The only ones to blame are the singlets who fake claimed them and boosted their content so much. All they were trying to do was share info about DID.

(another thing that stuck out to fake claimers was that they had more than 200 parts, maybe 500+ i don't remember. i checked their account recently and they figured out they were poly fragmented this whole time, so maybe their experience is more relatable to poly fragmented systems idk)

#rea's rambling #thats probably the only time that tag was used correctly cuz this is fr js yapping #rant #did #dissociative identity disorder #did system #long post #anti endo #not endo safe #anti tulpa #not tulpa safe

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activateemo · 9 months

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Ꮚ•ꈊ•Ꮚつ ♥✨ Hi I’m Rory ✨♥

I'm a 24 year old (Libra ♎️) psychology student living in Melbourne, Australia 🇦🇺. My antics are supported by my two loving wizard girlfriends 💕❣️⚢⚧️🏳️‍🌈 and my friends ♥

DNI if you're an overall shithead (especially TERFs + Nazis)

Under 18's are on thin ice, I'm an adult and you should be doing homework kiddo.

As an ex-brony I still hold a very soft spot for the show and I love Carly Rea Jepsen, I'm not a fandom specific blog but you can probably get a jist of what I like from my tags lol. I do this cool thing where I watch (at least) one new movie a week and am using my blog to help keep track of it, if you're curious check out my 2023 Movie Resolution tag! I've been on this hell site for far too long but every other website feels too wrong to leave.

I love studying the brain and getting a better insight into behaviour whilst I try to do more work in the field and work my way up the ranks of higher education / academia. Failing that I'm a decent enough artist but sometimes you'll catch my ramblings in my psych tag when I'm avoiding doing my readings.

My antics are supported by my two loving wizard girlfriends (RatBaby💕 + AC❣️) and my wonderful friends who have been here for as long as me. Poly Lesbian ⚢🏳️‍🌈 and Cis-Lady but I have fun w it ✨, think Cis+ ⚧️.

I have like 4 fursonas but my main one is my Deer/Sheep Hybrid 🐏 🦌 you'll see around here and my special passion is assigning unwanted fursonas to my friends >:3. Check out my furry tag to get a better idea Ꮚ^ꈊ^Ꮚつ 🐏+🦌 🐄 🦭 🐇

Stick around if you'd like but this is my blog and I can't promise everything here. I've made a pinned post so my friends can have an easier time getting to their tags and to help keep my blog a little more organized. (18+ FurAffinity • Commissions Open)

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oloreaa · 1 year

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Tag game :D

@cregan-starks 💓

Picrew Link

So it's been a while so anyone who would like to join the game, you've been tagged!!🥰

#tag game #rea rambles

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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I posted 865 times in 2022

That's 526 more posts than 2021!

267 posts created (31%)

598 posts reblogged (69%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wint3r-h3art

@blackbat05

@tom-whore-dleston

@crazycookiecrumbles

@sidepartskinnyjeans

I tagged 495 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#blackbat rambles - 110 posts

#self reblog - 33 posts

#blackbat answers - 30 posts

#frank castle - 26 posts

#frank castle x reader - 25 posts

#rick flag x reader - 24 posts

#namor x reader - 21 posts

#rick flag - 19 posts

#moon knight - 17 posts

#tenoch huerta - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 66 characters

#especially in a time where things can really make you or break you

My Top Posts in 2022:

I see you (Part 2)

Namor x Atlantean/Human Reader

Plot: You accept the stranger's offer and experience the depths of power that you never had before.

A/N: Back by popular demand! Thankfully I had the brain cells to write this. This is part 2 of <I see you> but I think it could be read stand-alone as well! Again, hope you enjoy it and really appreciate the feedback! Use of Y/N.

Genre: PG-13 (Mentions of blood, violence)

"Will you join me?"

With each step you took, you relished in the scent of the dead bodies littered around the Conservatory of Posideonsis. You find yourself lingering in front of the mural that depicted the heroics of Atlantis' hero. You could gag.

Raising a hilt, you send a blast into the wall, shattering the intricate art into nothing but rubble. A hand is on your shoulder, grounding you back to the present.

"Have you got the vibranium?"

"My people have secured it, thanks to you." Namor gives a fleeting glance around the Conservatory and takes in your tense posture. Never make a woman angry.

A groan could be heard nearby under the collapsed pillar. A body moves.

"Is this how you betray your King?" The scientist coughs out weakly. You gave him a scathing glare, bending down to his eye level.

"Arthur Curry is not my king."

The water construct on your hilt takes the shape of a sword, making clean work of the scientist. Blood splatters diagonally on your face and suddenly you look almost feral to Namor. He can't help but swell with pride at your following words.

"I have a new king."

You don't bother to clean the blood on your weapon, for they serve as a reminder of your liberation. Your salvation. As if the dead could still feel, you pry the weapon from his hand.

"I'm sorry it had to turn out this way Vulko, my comrade. But if Arthur Curry continues to side with the surface world, Atlantis will pay for it in blood."

You leave what was your past behind, swimming together in silence with Namor to the royal chambers.

"You do not mourn?"

"They had their chance and wasted my sympathy." You spat. "You have shown me a greater purpose, my king."

"Stop!"

A group of Atlantean guards intercepts the two of you, spears meant to force one backward.

"Put down your weapons intruder!"

Even now, Atlantis scorned you for your mixed heritage and was eager to blame you.

Blocking you from their vision, Namor shoots his own spear with ease, piercing through the armor of the mighty Atlantean army. Blood floating in the water, he removes his weapon.

"Our fight is in there." He points to the oak doors that led to the chambers. "I would hate to see you get hurt before we even start." Without another word, he leaves you trailing behind feeling rather perplexed.

You can't seem to bring yourself to open those doors. Wordlessly holding your hand in his, he pushes through the broken defense, refusing to cower under the presence of the two Aquaman standing tall and mighty.

"Y/N of Shayeris, you must understand that you are committing high treason. I urge you to stand down and we can resolve this peacefully with you and Talokan."

Your blood boils at the Leaguer’s patronizing words. Namor steps back, waiting to watch the verbal sparring match with much interest.

You can hold your own fort.

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303 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

In Mourning

Namor x Reader

Plot: An unexpected encounter. A strong will to protect each other. A desire to seek vengeance for your death.

Genre: PG-13 (Angst - plot already says it all)

A/N: The number of times I wrote and re-wrote this? This a short piece but feedback is always appreciated! I'm sorry for the angst in advance.😅 Italics is flashbacks!

The steady trickle of water fills the silence in his chambers. A cup of tea sits on the dressing table. Steam rising, he takes a gentle blow before putting his lips on its edge.

3 years ago, the Baltic Ocean

"K'uk'ulkan. A stranger roams our waters, should we not stop them?"

Namor is curious. Which human would dare to be lost in such a wide ocean? He travels out into the waters and he comes to a stop at the sight of a floating figure.

"Take them back!" He demands the Talokan warriors.

Days passed and the stranger finally woke. Blinking her eyes blearily, she almost falls out of bed at the sight of his people. Namor excuses his people and he sits at the edge of the bed where she watches him warily.

"Am I... in Talokan?"

There was no hiding from this intelligent woman. So he guides her around. For someone from the surface world, you were so courageous and unafraid.

To return the kindness of the King and his people, you tell him your purpose. You are a scientist from the surface world, fighting to protect and conserve the natural environment.

But with recent events and more metahumans coming out in the open, governments around the world had strong reason to believe that there was an underwater civilization. You wanted to do something, so you had to find it first.

"As you have saved me, it is only right that I do something in return for you and your people. You have my word."

All he wants to do is to fall into a deep slumber. It seems that everyone, everything is against him tonight as the soothing music of nature has now turned into a discordant mess.

It went all so terribly wrong.

He is no longer in the present. He is now in the thick of it. He sees her fighting but it was a stark reminder of how human she was compared to him.

6 months ago, the Atlantic Sea

"This weapon isn't a usual fishing trap." You navigate your way around the ocean floor. "Someone probably set this piece of contraption up in hopes of a big catch." You frown at the thought of government operatives carrying out secret operations to uncover hidden civilizations like Talokan for their own gain.

"I can take it back to the lab, examine it and find out who's responsible for this. "You see the concern etched on his face.

"I won't out you or your people. I promise."

"I'm not worried about that, it is these surface dwellers that you speak of," Namor tells you. "They do not seem to be ordinary. I've seen them up close. They have evil intentions."

"I can take care of myself." You swim to him in your suit. "And if your people are hurt, I won't stand for it. If someone is out to expose Talokan, they need to be stopped."

Just then, a slight tremor could be felt. Sea life swimming away, you shared a look of concern with the King. He is about to ascend to the surface but you put a hand against his chest. You shake your head.

"It's a trap."

"I cannot let you go out there alone."

You cut the weapon loose from the ocean floor, passing it to him. "This is all the proof that you need."

He watches you helplessly as you swim upwards. He sees you putting your hands up in surrender. Words are exchanged between you and the army. Then-

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329 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

I don’t make the rules but they HOT.

341 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

Close Contact

Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: Frank and Reader are partners in this! An interesting take in Bed sharing AU? Hope y’all will like it and feedback is always appreciated!

Genre: PG-13, Fluff and Angst.

Notes: Happy 1.2k followers @wint3r-h3art! Been truly blessed to have known you and thank you for the challenge!

2300hrs,

‘Frank, slow down. My leg can’t keep up.’ You tell him for what you believe to be the umpteenth time.

Your partner merely grunts but he makes an effort to minimize his strides. You’re not an idiot. You know he’s pissed off. Perhaps if you were in his shoes, you would be too.

For months, the two of you were chasing every lead on the notorious Kingpin, pulling all stops to even get a whiff of his trace.

Finally, Frank had tracked him down to Macau with rumors of a booming drug trade that involved very dubious clientele.

Everything was going well. Too well.

Firefight happening in split seconds, you raced to rescue a young woman who was about to be caught in the rain of bullets being exchanged.

Pushing her out of the way, you lose sight of the enemy. That’s how you earned two bullets - one in your leg and one at your side.

Breathing heavily, you focus all your energy to stay conscious. It definitely helped to push the unpleasant emotions you had, even if it was just temporary.

Reaching the motel, Frank sets you down gently at the side of the staircase, gruffly instructing you to stay put while he gets a room.

Leaving you under the flickering lights, your mind is allowed to run freely, wondering what went wrong. You knew you were good at your job, so why did it feel like you were a nuisance?

As the rain starts to fall, so do your tears. You were sick of being at the receiving end of such injustice. Impulsiveness overtaking you, you push yourself up, hobbling away from the motel. No way you were going to be under the radar of Frank’s silent glares.

The neon lights from the signboard are about to blind your vision. It probably doesn’t matter as you walk aimlessly, with no destination in sight.

You don’t know how long you have been away from home carrying out multiple back to back missions. All you knew is that you were starting to become very tired.

Texas. Cuba. India. Vietnam. Macau.

You didn’t know it was possible to be ignored across continents.

Caught up in your thoughts, you fail to see an oncoming light from a car. Before you can react, a rough hand grabs you by the wrist, pulling you towards them.

Frank.

‘I told you to wait for me right? Why don’t you ever listen?’

That broke something in you. Pushing him away with your free hand, you gave him a hard stare.

‘Leave me alone Castle. Since that’s what you always do.’ Turning away, you attempt to continue walking but without much success.

A sharp pain attacks your side, throwing you off balance. The street starts to dissolve and the artificial lights fade into darkness.

The last thing you hear is Frank calling out for your name.

***

Regaining consciousness, the dull pain brings you back to your senses.

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365 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I see you

Namor x Atlantean/Human Reader

Plot: You struggle to be heard from the worlds that you call home. A stranger comes to change that with a tempting proposition.

Genre: PG-13, (One use of Y/N)

A/N: No spoilers here but I came out absolutely loving this man!Please give feedback as it's appreciated greatly!

Stepping out of the building, you take a deep sigh.

Once again, you weren't taken seriously. You knew that you were different - an individual unable to fully identify with one place, or maybe because you were surrounded by a group of people who were only concerned about short-term economic gains. Whatever it was, you were thoroughly humiliated.

Screaming in frustration, you chucked your research into a bin.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Oh god!" You jumped a few steps backward, frantically looking for the source. Taking out your hilts from your pockets, you quickly activate the water bearers - a gift from your homeland to protect you on land.

"Show yourself! I'm not going to say it again!"

The figure steps out into the dark, hands raised at chest level as if to reassure you that they weren't a threat.

"I don't understand why you would waste your energy and time on egoistic surface dwellers who only seek to benefit themselves." The mystery man has a piercing gaze. You only gripped your weapons tighter. If anything, Atlantis has taught you to fear no one.

"Who are you and what's your purpose."

The man almost seems amused at your defensiveness. "I see you are a woman that skips the pleasantries. Then again, I expected as much."

You advanced a step forward, wordlessly demanding for him to speak.

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan," he trails off, "but my enemies call me Namor." He has now stepped into your vision, the soft lights from the street lamp illuminating his sharp features. He moves a step forward.

"Don't move! Or I'll fry your brains, I swear on it!"

He chuckles, coming to a stop. "I don't doubt that Atlantean."

"How? You were just a-"

"Myth? I can assure you that my people and I are very real. And very threatened by the surface world. So I'll make my point. But I would appreciate it if you lower your weapon."

Deactivating your bearers, he takes this as a sign to speak.

"Ever since Wakanda came out to the rest of the world, Talokan is at risk from surface dweller activity."

You wince, knowing all too well where this was going.

"They refuse to answer for their actions, even when my people are sick, ill, and on the verge of dying!"

"You have Atlantis'- my word that we will work to come to an agreement." Even then, you no longer trusted the words that came out of your own mouth.

"An agreement will not suffice. It will no longer solve what they have done to us." Namor sneers. He sees your resolve weaken for a second and pounces on it.

"Chief scientist of Atlantis. What have your people done for you?"

"You don't get to say that."

Ignoring your weak threat, he continues. "King Orin of Posideonis. How is he to be a beacon of hope when his mind is split between the two worlds! How ignored you must have felt when you tried to warn him of the atrocities of the surface. You thought you could find comfort in someone so similar to you. What good is it if you can't execute the power that you were meant to hold?"

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547 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

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