#so anyway. if anybody happens to have something good for this point. otherwise i will post on the subreddit maybe but eek

[arthur-r]

ALSO if anybody has any studies about the long term health effects of testosterone as gender affirming care…. my dad wants me to send him articles to prove that it’s safe and necessary for me to do. which is a normal request if you don’t ask it the way that my dad does. and if you don’t say “well i mean i could do my own research but it’s awfully likely that i’ll find too much evidence on the contrary” piss off if there’s something you have a concern about then tell me what it is, otherwise how much of transsexuality do i have to spell out and explain???? anyway just if anybody happens to have comprehensive literature with more of an emphasis on physical than mental health then that would be really helpful to help me argue my case.

#again my dad took it way better than i thought he ever would but he’s still awful confrontational about it #and was talking about how administrators and physicians are just automatically affirmative and nobody ever faces any pushback for just #changing their identity whenever they feel like it and getting prescriptions left and right #so anyway. if anybody happens to have something good for this point. otherwise i will post on the subreddit maybe but eek #anyway. i’m still going to bed very soon. i hope everybody is doing well #me. my post. mine. #delete later #ask to tag

[pikahlua]

Revenge of the Power of Friendship: I’ve connected two dots...or actually a whole lot more than two, because it turns out that’s the whole fucking point

Hello.

We need to talk.

Still freaking out over chapter 362 even though the official hasn’t dropped yet?

Good. That’s good.

I’m obviously enjoying this immensely.

What? Do you find that weird? Giant Katsuki Bakugou stan relishing in the current manga events? How could this possibly be?

This ain’t my first rodeo, kids. I’m well-versed in the tropes of shounen anime. I knew shit was going down the moment Toga yanked Izuku to Octo Island.

I’m just surprised we got to this point in the story so quickly, if I’m being honest.

Anyways, I have a meta for you. It’s a good one. Probably correct, too.

We’ll be touching on many things today, including but not limited to:

The heroes’ battle strategy

The Second OFA User’s quirk

All Might’s OFA vestige

AFO’s weakness

Saving Tenko Shimura

How the fuck a certain beloved character could still survive

Consider yourself warned.

Anyways, who wants to know what the fuck is going on in this arc?

Introduction

I don’t have a lot of time, so I’m not gonna do my normal meta weave for you. Some of you are probably wondering if Switch Theory or Possession Theory will come into play, so let me just say up front: this theory is separate but NOT mutually exclusive from them. I noticed a big thing which could ultimately play out many different ways, and the ways it can play out could still include either of those theories. What I’m about to explain is meant to be taken as a general observation. It likely has holes that will need to be melded into whatever new information we get in the future.

It’s just...this is too glaringly obvious now. SOMETHING along these lines is definitely happening right now in the MHA story.

Instead of laying this out for you dramatically, I’m just gonna get to it. Here are my observations.

The heroes are in on saving Tenko

There are two important people who were involved in drafting the heroes’ battle strategy: All Might and Ragdoll.

I know there were plenty of people out there who expected Shouto to kill Dabi or whatever. Plenty more still think that the heroes are trying to kill TomurAFO.

What happened with Dabi should prove that they’re not.

Heroes save. Heroes are explicitly forbidden from killing. But you don’t need to have faith in them for that either, because we’re talking about All Might.

All Might knows who Tenko Shimura is, and it was foreshadowed a long time ago that he would do something to try to save him.

We know Izuku wants to rescue that little boy crying inside TomurAFO, and there’s no reason for him to have kept that a secret from anybody when the heroes were planning their attack. Everyone he’s working with are heroes. You can say what you will about each individual character, but it’s not even necessary that everyone wants to save Tenko. Given how strong TomurAFO is, anyone would be able to see that it could be much easier to save Tenko than kill the monster he has become. The goal is to stop Tenko from wanting to destroy everything, and there are ways other than killing him to achieve that.

The evidence is there on the stage of their battle.

The goal is to separate AFO and Tomura. They don’t mention killing Tomura in planning.

Additionally, OFA is part of the plan to fight Tomura, but no one ever says anything about how OFA would be used.

If they just needed firepower, they wouldn’t have needed to include other people in the team fighting Tomura. And they included a LOT of firepower otherwise in that team. So...it must be something else OFA is supposed to do.

Probably the Second User’s quirk.

And above all, Katsuki doesn’t smile at all during the fight, which is kind of a tell. Katsuki distinctly always fails to smile when he’s in the mindset to perform a rescue.

The Second User’s quirk creates connections

Like I said, Switch Theory is not required for this meta, but it does contain some important elements I need to mention now.

I’ve never been more certain it relates to: touching a person (holding hands?) and saying their name.

Note that I didn’t say that was an activation requirement. I mean, it probably is, but it’s really more about something else.

"This is the story of how we all became the greatest hero.” I’m making this singular on purpose.

The full potential of One For All must rely on the connections Izuku has made with other people. The more connections he makes, the stronger he becomes.

I didn’t mention the significance of Ragdoll yet. Why is she important?

Because her quirk exists inside AFO.

She could be a window into AFO. Her quirk could actually end up being his weakness. She just has to be connected to another person on the outside.

Each fight has shown a person “thinking” of their friends as “one”

What have we seen in this war so far?

We’ve seen Shouto think of his friends just before hitting Dabi with his ultimate move.

We’ve seen Jirou attack AFO out of love for her friends.

And what’s interesting about both of those moments is that...they were extremely effective.

In Jirou’s case, she even reached and empowered the stolen quirks inside AFO.

What if all of these events are actually the result of OFA? What if they’re all connected?

What if everyone is affected by the Second User’s quirk already?

All they would need to do is “think of everyone together as one.” One For All, if you will.

And this accomplishes...what?

Katsuki’s gonna live

What was Katsuki doing right before he went all-out against TomurAFO?

Mumbling like Izuku, taking note of TomurAFO’s battle habits, fighting through the pain...

He was thinking of Izuku.

...maybe even talking to Izuku.

TomurAFO freaks out about losing his cool against a non-OFA user. He thinks of the Second...which implies the Second gave him a lot of trouble before he ever had OFA either.

(That’s a yin-yang image if I ever saw one.)

Perhaps the Second’s quirk gives a compounding power boost of some kind depending on how many connections have been forged, or maybe it’s based on how “united” the connections are in heart and mind. I say power boost, but I don’t know if it’s actually something so straightforward as a strength increase. I’m just saying whatever it is, it seems to...empower people.

At this point, I’m inclined to name his quirk “Rally.”

It gave Shouto the strength to reach Touya’s heart, as represented by their childhood selves.

It allowed Jirou to reach out to the vestiges trapped inside AFO.

It allowed Katsuki to...see All Might’s vestige?

I’ll come back to this.

I just want to round this point out first by pointing out...this bit?

Maybe this is OFA, actually.

Or maybe it’s not, but...

...maybe it’ll allow a connection between Shouto and someone else despite a large distance between them. Maybe Shouto is healing Touya’s chest (whether he realizes it or not). And maybe OFA will allow Shouto to use it on someone else who needs it.

Just look at that X over Shouto’s chest in the above panel, and...

...look at Katsuki’s uniform design. Look where his heart wound is.

All For One versus All Might

Okay, let’s get back to All Might’s vestige.

As I pointed out in my literal translation of chapter 358, AFO’s stated goal here is to define the world by “things that are me” versus “things that are not me.” He’s placed a piece of himself in Tomura and taken him over. He’s kidnapped and raised kids as potential vessels for him. He’s created noumu of the dead to obediently follow his orders, and he communicates to them via radio waves like they’re all some kind of hive mind.

So what if the “not AFO” pieces of the world could do something similar?

What if they could unite via the power of OFA? What if the Second’s quirk IS Switch, or else something else that allows him to create vestiges in everyone?

What would they place in everyone that they could resonate with?

There is a lot of weirdness happening in this scene. A) They must be in the vestige plane, but whose vestige plane? It certainly doesn’t look like Tomura’s or Izuku’s. It’s a blank white space. B) Katsuki is wearing his school uniform...with a tie??? He’s only done that once before...

I genuinely cannot tell if Katsuki’s meeting with All Might’s vestige is actually happening in the moment or a flashback. Izuku as OFA’s holder doesn’t appear wearing clothes in the vestige world, so...is this not Katsuki’s vestige world either? Is this a piece of his soul as manifested by the Second’s quirk, and it takes on the form of what he looked like when it was forged--say when he united Class 1-A together to go save Izuku? a.k.a when he was able to “think of everyone as united, as one”?

Is this actually happening in the moment, and All Might’s vestige is doing something to save Katsuki? Perhaps Switching with him? Was his vestige already there and empowering him? Was it part of the plan? Is Katsuki trying to somehow inject All Might’s vestige into TomurAFO so it can save Tenko?

Remember: All Might’s vestige is not a quirk. It’s a piece of his consciousness. It’s basically a fragment of his soul.

Things that are AFO versus Things that are All Might

Talk about a brand-new Possession Theory! And a new Fusion Theory!

How can Tenko Shimura be a hero?

Thanks @class1akids​ for helping me realize Tomura’s growing an extra face.

I suppose if Katsuki’s heart or body craps out on him, we can always grow him a new one to put his soul back in.

Maybe we can grow bodies for all the other stolen quirks’ vestiges, too.

#my hero academia manga spoilers #mha 362 #bnha 362 #all might #toshinori yagi #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shouto todoroki #kyoka jirou #all for one #AFO #one for all #OFA #second OFA user #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki #meta #theory #have fun kids

[makeste]

[39 weeks later]

well all right then. I owe some explanations and some updates, so let's just get straight to that.

1. "what the hell, makeste. you can't just disappear for nine months and leave a sign on your blog that says "gone leavin'.'"

yeah I know. sorry guys.

so there are a lot of reasons for my long absence, but when you boil it all down, the essence is basically as follows: at its absolute max capacity, my ADHD brain is capable of keeping up with any two of the following: (1) work; (2) school; (3) tumblr. that's it. only two. no more and no less.

and for years this has not mattered at all because school was no longer in the picture! but as mentioned in my last two update posts, as of this past January, I had to start taking classes again for career advancement reasons, meaning my brain was quickly overloaded and something had to give. so yeah. I can assure you the past nine months have absolutely sucked and I am not AT ALL sure that it was worth it, but it is what it is.

I also want to add that I never intended to basically fall off the face of the earth anywhere near to this extent, let alone for this long. but in retrospect I probably should have seen it coming, seeing as this is not the first time it's happened, sob. and also in hindsight, towards the end of last year (during which I was already struggling to keep up with the weekly BnHA reactions) someone mentioned that it sounded like I was showing signs of being potentially close to burnout. turns out that observation was spot on lol.

so yeah. tl;dr, burnout + an obnoxiously busy real life schedule + a sprinkling of good old-fashioned ADHD "somehow I always underestimate how hard it is to restart something after taking a long break from it, and the longer I go without returning the worse it gets" brain shenanigans (more on that last part further down).

2. "MAKESTE. WHILE YOU WERE GONE, IN THE MANGA, THERE WAS A THING -- "

yes I have unfortunately been spoiled about The Thing.

3. "so wait, exactly how spoiled are you?? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE THING"

I will make a separate post to talk about The Thing! I expect that many people will want to talk about this, and tbh I've really been wanting to talk about it too! I'm telling you, when I say the past nine months have sucked, I mean they have truly SUCKED, you guys. school is so fucking boring and I miss rambling about fandom stuff so fucking much.

anyway but with that said, ~*~PLEASE DO NOT TALK ABOUT ANY SPOILERS IN THIS POST~*~. I don't want to delete anybody's comments! but I will if necessary because I am a spoiler narc and I don't want to risk accidentally ruining stuff on the off chance that a non-spoiled person comes across this post. so yeah. however please do feel free to message me or comment in my other post (which I will link once it’s up; eta: here it is) if you do want to talk about The Thing.

4. "so aside from The Thing, are you otherwise caught up with the BnHA manga currently?"

so here's the hilarious part: no, I am not caught up. not even remotely. literally the last chapter of BnHA I read was chapter 339, which is the most recent chapter that I liveblogged, all the way back on December 31, 2021. I literally have not read a single new BnHA chapter in the year of our lord 2022 lol. :') basically for the same reasons I mentioned in my previous update post. tl;dr, reading/liveblogging a single new BnHA chapter is a minimum 4+ hour commitment for me, and by this point I have accrued a backlog of... oh sweet lord. 35 total chapters lol. so yeah. that's approximately 140 hours of catch-up that I need to do, which is paralyzing just to think about.

I do still plan on catching up, obviously! I'm just not sure how, lol. I may have some time to spare this weekend, so I might try to binge a few chapters and see how it goes. then I'll have to come up with some sort of sustainable posting schedule. I've been thinking about this for a while and I might try to do a Mon/Wed/Fri thing if I can swing it, but I don't want to commit to anything for sure yet until I see how those first few chapters go. fingers crossed, though.

anyway so I guess that's it. post is getting long. anything more will just be rambling.

sorry again, guys. how is everyone? what did I miss. aside from twitter dying and tumblr welcoming the refugees into our culture by inviting them to participate in the newly created fandom of a nonexistent 1970s mafia film.

#makeste reads bnha #real life update

[animehouse-moe]

Skip and Loafer Episode 10: Scrambling and Dripping

Well, with The Sound of Music as the background, we finally begin to explore Shima's character in proper. Flashbacks to childhood, repressed feelings and thoughts, and resolutions and progression that drives his current self forward. There's certainly a lot going on, and a lot to share!

We start the episode off with Chris himself laying into Shima for his issues, which I thought was a nice touch. Without his friend, Shima probably wouldn't have made the progress he did this episode, nor would he have opened up near as much to his friends.

But before that I just wanted to muse over this layout. I thought it was really fun and cute at expressing the differences between Shima and Chris. It does so through stuff like the ice cream vs drink, but also the differences in their posture, the style of their uniform, and even their bags. I just thought it was interesting and a fun little piece to add that gives Chris his own personality.

Anyways, the line in question from Chris. I particularly like how he phrases it in terms of acting, almost to rub a bit more salt in the wound of Shima in regards to the issue.

Following up their diner conversation though is one that happens outdoors, which I find far more interesting. I really like how they show Chris to not be some perfect friend that has all the right words for Shima, but rather that he stumbles around and has thoughts that exist from his own point of view, like this one. It's not so much as he's confusing Shima's experience as a child actor, but that he sees it from a different perspective. Shima was also so happy and excited to be able to put that smile on his mother's face, and Chris picks up on that enjoyment from a different angle than the chains that Shima imposes on himself.

And then there's whatever this was. Absolutely caught me off guard and got a laugh out of me. The perfect ending to a chat between blossoming high school boys for sure.

We swiftly move from Shima and Chris' conversation to a montage of the prep for the festival, and while it's pretty well typical with what you'd expect, I liked this one little moment. All the other groups featured are chatting or saying something when they're on screen, but the pair that are in charge of the budget are totally silent. Really simple piece, but I got a good little laugh of it.

The montage wraps up just as quick as it comes in, and we get whisked away to the world of The Sound of Music for an explanation of the plot. Not really anything to write home about, but I really liked the art style they used for it. It's still in tune with the overall color and character designs and stuff, but provides just the right amount of artistic edge to separate it.

Anyways, they explain the story, they do a little musical piece as an example for viewers, and then they press onwards. I really like how they follow the camaraderie and excitement shared by the rehearsal with Mitsumi's isolation behind the scenes. The other students are smiling and working together, while Mitsumi stands idly in the background. She herself even wishes to be a part of what her class is doing this year, which creates a bittersweet yearning for her inclusion.

Now, I did say this was an episode about Shima, but here I am talking about Mitsumi? Well, that's because it's important in regards to how Shima reflects on a flashback that follows Mitsumi's scene here. I think it's a really important flashback in how things are shown, because through it all, we only ever see the smiles on Shima and his mother's faces. Every other emotion from anybody in that scene is otherwise hidden, and tells viewers a different story than what it is exactly that Shima experiences and feels when reliving that moment.

The flashback comes and goes, and so does Mitsumi in a whirlwind of outside of school work. She ends up missing her morning meeting, which the people involved assure her they're not worried about in the slightest.

But this is high school, and these kids don't know better.

I think it's a really great piece for both ends. The important message of course being, you never know how hard someone's trying. These two girls who are only in charge of the play, have no idea of the weight that Mitsumi carries around for their sake. And rather than hash out their concern or challenges (or just be more accepting) they choose to talk about her after the fact.

It's not bullying, but it's one of those pieces of high school life where people that haven't given anything up don't understand what others have done. Sympathy runs dry with those types of characters, and it's plain to see how here. It's not that they're being terrible towards Mitsumi because she missed their meeting, but they're talking poorly of her because of things that they don't understand. It's a very naïve thought to have, and drives home the selfishness of characters like that in a very straightforward way.

We don't dwell on this moment for long though, as Shima once more uses Mitsumi as his crutch for introspection. Seeing himself in her reflection, in his perceived fragility of Mitsumi, he begins to explore himself more and more. And through the flashback this time, we begin to piece things together more and more.

Shima doesn't particularly like acting, we know that as a "truth" from present Shima. But his mother doesn't see it like that. The pair form a positive feedback loop, where Shima's acting is meant to make his mother happy, and his mother's smile and love is what spurs Shima on to continue with acting. This time, we see that they're not wearing those smiles on their faces, but Shima's not currently acting. Once he does though, that light returns to the pair of them.

In contrast to this happy memory of acting bringing Shima and his mother joy, he moves onto placing himself in the shoes of his role in The Sound of Music, the gardener Johan. While not anything new or really exceptional from Shima at this point in the series, I think it's an important piece in how he views himself and the world he exists in. That his happiness is not his own, and that the only pieces of himself that are truly him are the negative aspects.

Even though he buys Mitsumi a drink and chats with her to lighten her mood. Even if he dances with her to get a laugh out of her. Even if he chooses to be in the play because his friends ask him to. Shima is incredibly adept at ignoring those positive aspects of himself, and instead places them on Mitsumi, atop a pedestal that remains far away from his reach.

But I'll explain that in a bit, look at this incredibly cute clip.

Alright, cute song and dance finished, back to what I was saying. What a hugely important even to follow up this little sequence. Once more, we find ourselves in that pathway/outdoor hallway from an earlier episode, but with the roles reversed. This time, it's not Shima leaving Mitsumi behind, but it's Mitsumi leading the way for Shima. Such an important piece of symbolism and progression for him. He's not hiding a "secret" or being a shallow friend to Mitsumi. He's bearing his heart to this girl, and in turn Mitsumi is guiding Shima towards his happiness and the acceptance of himself and his past. That pedestal still exists, but even if it's only ever so slightly, Shima feels like he's gotten closer to reaching Mitsumi.

And then there's this piece as well, if that visual wasn't enough.

And this is where the episode leaves us, as the students work tirelessly to bring their ambitions towards reality. It's a really great piece that doesn't neglect the great world around Shima, but also doesn't try too hard to represent it. This is his episode, and they want us to know that. They want us to focus on the childhood memories and trauma that chains him within, of the guilt and repression and justification he uses to exist how he does currently.

But they also want to show us how far he's come. How much he cares for another person, how much he wants to be happy and have the life that he wants. That he wants to work towards standing alongside Mitsumi, rather than leaving her behind or forcing her to guide him. It's just really really well done, and delivers on the storyline we've had since day 1. It's not finished yet, not by a mile, but we're getting progress and getting to see Shima start to want to grow.

#skip and loafer #skip to loafer #スキップとローファー #iwakura mitsumi #mitsumi iwakura #shima sousuke #sousuke shima #anime review #anime recommendation #anime and manga #anime #romcom anime

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twelve (Part 5)

By now, Marnie has wrangled her way into a conversation with Jude at one of the tables near the bar, and I want to go over and eavesdrop on them, so when I order pints for the table I try my best to hear them over the pumping music.

“So we were queueing for hours to get into this really cool club,” Marnie is saying to him. “ It’s like, you have to wear black and you’re not allowed to smile otherwise they won’t let you in. Like no matter what time of day it is people are always queuing, it’s just, like, that Berlin party lifestyle, it never stops. Anyway, the club was called Berghain…”

“I know.” He says in a very bored voice. “I know that because I live in Berlin, and Berghain is a very well known club.”

“Right, right.” She says, wavering. “Well we didn’t end up getting in after all, they turned us away at the door, we were so mad, we couldn’t believe it.”

I glance quickly at them and she’s leaning in to him so she can talk in his ear, her arm draped over the chair behind him and her knee pressed against his thigh, while he’s staring blankly into the middle distance and chewing the end of his straw. 

“Yeah, so I think they turn people away when they know they’re going to ruin the vibe for everyone else in there.” he tells her.

“I don’t think we were going to ruin the vibe, we were the vibe, I guess there was like, too many people in there already or something.”

“Wild.”

The barman hands me three pints and I take them back to the table, disappointed that I can’t eavesdrop any more. I sit in a seat facing them this time so that I can keep an eye on them, not sure why I’m so enthralled by the scene, whether it’s because I’m afraid that Marnie will score with him, or because there’s a part of me that wants to watch her fail. I wonder if either of those things makes me a bad or a selfish person. 

Thankfully the conversation at the table has moved on from Dean and the myriad of things that might be wrong with him, and now instead they’re talking about the latest episode of Breaking Bad, which, obviously, I have seen, so I gleefully chime in with my opinion of Skylar White and why she’s objectively in the right. 

“She just annoys me though.” Complains Shane. “She just never lets Walt do his thing.”

Jen argues back good naturedly. “His drug dealing thing? His putting his wife and son in danger thing? Come on Shane, look at it from her point of view, any wife and mother would feel the same.”

This causes Shane to launch into another argument which Claire backs him on, and before long all four of us are talking over each other trying to get the next point in, Jen and I desperately trying to defend this fictional woman, but it’s all so fun, and I wish I could have more times like this with my friends rather than there always being something fraught or difficult happening. 

I happen to be looking over at Marnie and Jude the moment that she purrs something into his ear and slides her hand to his inner thigh seductively. He simply picks her hand off him, stands up and goes to the bathroom, letting her hand flop back onto the seat. Her eyes start darting around the room to see if anybody saw her get rejected, so I avert my eyes quickly. She looks small and vulnerable now, alone at the table, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad for her. 

A few moments later, Dean comes out of the bathroom and slumps next to her, his head is lolling forwards and she pats his arm and tries to make him drink some water, which he refuses. She gives up and sits there silently sipping on her drink while he’s all but passed out by her side. 

When Jude returns from the bathroom, he walks right by Marnie’s table and heads towards us instead. “Who are those two ghouls?” He asks me when he sits down next to me, following my eyeline towards the miserable duo at the table. 

“They’re my… friends from college.” I admit. 

“That girl is…” he shakes his head as though he doesn’t have the vocabulary to describe her. “She was telling me all about, like, her weird boyfriend who’s okay with her having sex with other guys and how she’s getting into Japanese bondage or something. Offered to tie me up in his house if I came home with them.” 

A shocked laugh comes tumbling out of me. “Really? And what did you say?”

“Well obviously, Evie, I gave her an enthusiastic yes.”

I stare at him dumbly for a moment before I realise he’s joking. “The only acceptable response.” I say to him.  

He nods. “It was such a good offer, I truly couldn’t pass it.” He laughs to himself, bewildered. “No I mean, really, I asked her why she’d said that to me, and how she thought I was going to respond to it and she didn’t have anything to say.”

“Well, I’m sorry, I’m kind of embarrassed that she said those things.”

“No. What? It’s fine. As for that other guy though…” He nods towards semi-conscious Dean and my stomach drops with dread. Oh God. What’s he going to think about him?

“Did he say something to you?” I ask, trying to hide my desperation from my voice, and the corner of Jude’s mouth twitches up into a half smile. “Not much, he just tried to sell me coke in the toilets.”

I feel myself going very still. “Oh.”

“He’s so out of it, when I walked in he was trying to do a bump off the wall mirror.” He laughs like he thinks this is a really funny anecdote, but I don’t. To me it’s a little bit horrifying and I have to shield my face with my hands. “Oh God.” I say. “I feel so stupid.”

“What? Why?”

“I thought he was just drunk.”

“Oh, no, Evie, that guy is fully out of it, he’s gurning his jaw and everything.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! He pulled out the baggie in front of me and all, I’m sure.”

“That’s awful.”

Jude leans back in his seat and watches me with growing concern. “You know, Evie, it’s not really that awful. It’s just a bit of coke. Everyone is on coke.”

“What do you mean?”

He shifts uncomfortably, and once again I’m feeling like I’m the only one who’s not in on some big obvious piece of information. He scoots a little closer to me and his eyes are empathetic, searching. “I mean, yeah. I thought you’d have known already since you live here now. Everyone here does drugs, like, all the time.”

“I didn’t know.” I knew that Marnie took pills sometimes, of course because I’d blatantly seen her doing it, but all of a sudden all of those frequent trips to the bathroom that everyone’s been making each time we go out to a bar or a club make perfect sense and I can almost feel something clicking into place in my brain. No wonder they were all so talkative. “So am I the only one who cared about those scary anti-drug ads on TV? Who actually listened when they warned us about them at school?”

“No, like, alright not everyone everyone is doing them I’m sure. I may have been exaggerating.”

“All I can think of right now is that picture we all had to look at of the man who blew a hole in his nose and the meth lady with scabs all over her face…”

“It’s not… yeah I mean that can happen if you go nuts I suppose.” He breathes out a laugh. “But it’s like anything else in life, if it’s fun then people are going to do it.”

“Do you?”

“Well, I have done. Not lately…”

I look at the others at the table, still engaged in their lively debate. “Shane and Claire don’t.”

“Oh, definitely not.” He glances at me “Does that make you feel better?”

“Hm.”

“I really feel like I  just dropped some horrible information bomb on you. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be, I feel naive more than anything. ”

“It’s fine.”

“Oh yeah, absolutely, it’s completely fine.” I force my shoulders to relax and look up at him. “So do you think I should get with the times and do some coke now?”

He chuckles. “Yes, I can see that for you, it’s very much your style.”

“It’d be weird if I did, wouldn’t it? I can’t imagine it either.”

“Well, whatever you do, make sure it’s because you want to do it. Not because they want you to.” He nods knowingly towards Marnie and Dean. 

“Well, I think the first thing I want to do is leave this party.” I admit. “Honestly, I can’t think of much right now except for how hungry I am.” My hands move to my stomach which is growling furiously, asking me to feed it for the first time in days.

“You’re hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m absolutely starving.”

“Do you want to get food somewhere?”

“It’s probably too late to eat, though, I bet everything is closed.”

He pulls out his phone to check the time and shakes his head. “No, I know a few places that will still be open. We’ll get everyone moving and get you some food, if you want to.”

“I feel bad asking, but yeah, honestly I do want to.”

He interrupts the conversation between the three others. ��Evie wants to get food. Any of you in?”

Shane starts to answer but Jen quickly puts her hand on his arm to stop him and says, “No, we’re fine here. You two go.”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Go ahead, we’ll meet you later.”

Jude glances at me. “Are you alright if it’s just me? If you’d rather wait until later or bring Claire…” He looks at her and she smiles sweetly back at him. 

I consider making her come with us but… fuck it. “No it’s okay, Claire, you can stay. We won’t be long. I’ll go with Jude and we’ll meet you back here in like half an hour.”

“You sure?” She says, big eyes filled with worry.

“Yes! It’s fine.”

“Alright.” Jude grabs his coat from the back of a chair and tugs it on. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I say, zipping my own coat up to my chin, and I turn to lock eyes with Claire who gives me a little nod and a smile. I’ll be here if you need me. She seems to say. 

“You better mind her.” Shane says to him jovially, but something distinctly threatening flashes in his eyes and I give him a sharp look, wishing he’d just relax.

I start bundling up my bags of gifts, almost leaving the bag with the condoms there ‘accidentally’ before I decide against it at the last minute and snatch them up too. 

“You really don’t mind leaving your own party?” Jude asks me as we head out. 

“Not at all, get me out of here, quick.”

He snorts. “Okay, well, after you.”

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[ambrossart]

Paper Men Writing Update + Patrick Teaser

Hi!

As most of you know, I'm REALLY STRUGGLING with this next chapter. I actually had a good, long cry about it the other day. And it's not because I feel pressure to get it done (you all are the most patient, awesome people and I know you're willing to wait). I just get really frustrated when I lose my confidence and my voice, and I feel like that's what's happening now. I'm second-guessing everything and it's showing in my writing.

I know this is only temporary. I know I'll figure everything out eventually. I just needed to vent for a second.

Anyway, 29 is not done yet (sorry). I honestly don't know when I'll be completely happy with it, but in the meantime...

Here's a teeny tiny Patrick teaser. If you haven't read the first preview, I highly suggest you do; otherwise, you might be confused.

How did I get here? Evelyn wondered. How did I go from sitting beneath the stars with Victor Criss, from watching him point out all his favorite constellations and trying to commit them all to memory, from gazing into his eyes, seeing the reflections of so many stars, and thinking, This is it. These are the only eyes I’ll ever wanna get lost in… How did I go from that, from such simple, unwavering certainty, to 

this?

Evelyn was sitting on the floor of the science lab now, curled up and cowering in the shadow of the assigned lab table that she shared with Mallory Stone. (We have a reading assignment due tomorrow, don’t we? Yeah, I think so…) Foggy as her memory was, Evelyn could hardly recall how she had arrived there. She remembered, vaguely, wanting to go to the restroom. Wanting to wash and scrub all the makeup off her face. Wanting to claw the curls out of her hair and smooth it out just as it was before. She remembered wanting this so badly that her feet started moving by themselves, slowly, wobbly, as if she was sleepwalking or lost in some drug-induced stupor. Evelyn only made a few steps before she heard… something. A soft, feminine clicking sound. Heels, yes, that’s what it was. Mrs. Lafferty’s heels. She was finally returning from her smoke break and mumbling about having to wait around for a tow truck. Someone had taken the air out of her tires (Henry Bowers, she falsely suspected), but Evelyn wouldn’t learn this until three days later, when Mrs. Lafferty stopped her in the hallway and asked if she was okay.

“You left so suddenly the other day, I thought there was some sort of emergency.”

“Oh, no,” Evelyn said stiffly, too stiffly. She had to remind herself to smile. “No, I just had to get home, that’s all.”

She couldn’t bear to let Mrs. Lafferty see her like that, to let anybody see her like that. When Evelyn heard those footsteps coming down the hallway, she sprang into a blind panic. She started twisting and pulling, twisting and pulling on doorknobs, praying that one of them, please God one of them, would show her some mercy and open. Out of the six doors she tried only one was unlocked. One. Desperate as she was, Evelyn never bothered to question why. She slipped inside the darkened lab, comforted by its silence and emptiness (or so she thought then), and found safety within its sturdy, familiar walls. 

Evelyn licked her lip again. Her blood tasted salty, metallic, and slightly sweet. 

I never should’ve gone to the library that day. If I hadn’t then maybe I wouldn’t be here right now. Maybe I’d be off studying somewhere with Jake, and blushing when he pulled his chair closer to mine. Maybe he’d ask me out. Maybe I’d say yes. Then we’d be dating and I’d become the First Lady of the Student Council. (That does have a nice ring to it…) We’d date all through college, probably get married after I graduate, then we’d have some kids, get a dog, and—boom!—there’s your Christmas card, Hannah. I’d have a lovely, perfect life.

Why didn’t that sound more appealing to her?

Because I’m stupid, she thought. Because I just had to go to the library that day. 

She went there to type up her summer essay, and when she came out—

It didn’t mean anything, Evelyn.

No, it didn’t. She saw that now. 

It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t special. Henry didn’t kiss me because he liked me. He kissed me because he could. Because he felt like it. Because my feelings don’t matter to him. They never have. 

Evelyn felt her eyes begin to water, but she did not cry. She would not cry, not over him. 

You need to stop, she told herself. You need to stop pushing. You need to stop forcing. You need to stop chasing after people who don’t want you. It always ended the same: with her feeling hurt, angry, embarrassed, disappointed, and so very tired.

Evelyn leaned back and felt a gentle warmth kiss the side of her face. At last, the sun was finally setting on this horrible day. It dipped beneath the half-pulled blinds, poured into the room, and painted the floor a burnt, bitter orange. The color reminded her, strangely, of fire.   

I’m done, she thought, and this decision didn’t come easily. Evelyn had to reach deep inside her heart, breaking through layers of thick bone and protective tissue, in order to find this tiny… seedling. Yeah, that seemed like the best comparison. A tiny seedling like the one she had in Mr. Wallander’s eighth-grade agriculture class. (Henry let me copy…) Evelyn’s seedling was supposed to grow and blossom into this beautiful, colorful flower, but it never did. It just shriveled up and died. And Evelyn didn’t know if it was her fault, if she had watered it too little, or too much, or if it was just a bad seed right out of the package. It didn’t matter anymore. It was dead. Now Evelyn had to dig out, rip it out from the ground, and throw it into the—

Mr. Beecroft’s chair groaned against the floor. Someone else was in the room.   

Evelyn stifled a gasp with her hands and ducked down, dropping her head into her shoulders. Her brown eyes bulged with fright. The door was unlocked. Oh my god, the door was unlocked!

Footsteps emerged from behind the teacher’s desk. Closer. Closer. These weren’t the quick, delicate steps that Evelyn had heard in the hallway. These were heavier and unhurried. They crept forward with a slow draaaag and clump, draaaag and clump. 

Closer. 

Clump. 

Closer. 

Clump.

The footsteps stopped behind her, on the other side of the table, and now the temperature felt like it had dropped ten degrees. Evelyn’s bones froze with her next breath. She stayed quiet, listening, and heard the slow pull and push of respiration. But it wasn’t her own she heard. No, this was coming from over her right shoulder. Evelyn turned her head towards it, lifted her chin, and saw

(the Cheshire Cat)

the slow-blinking, heavy-lidded eyes of Patrick Hockstetter. 

His face broke into a soft, sleepy grin. “Hey,” he said, “it is you… I thought I was still dreaming for a second.” 

Dreaming? Evelyn thought. What do you dream about, Patrick?

#writing update #teaser #bowers gang #patrick hockstetter #henry bowers #victor criss #belch huggins #it stephen king #it fanfiction #fic teaser #paper men #ambrossart

[stargazer-sims]

Beyond the Broken Parts

Eden: Everything okay?

Haru: Yeah.

Eden: Sorry for invading your privacy, but you were in here a really long time, and you didn't answer when I knocked and called your name. I got worried.

Haru: Sorry about that. I didn't even hear you knocking. I guess I zoned out for a few minutes. It happens sometimes.

Eden: Are you sure you're all right?

Haru: I'm okay. Just a little tired. I figured I'd take my medication while I was in here, so I wouldn't forget before bed. You know, 'cause my routine is different with you here. But then, uh... I kinda forgot what I was doing anyway.

Eden: I didn't know you have to take medication.

Haru: It's for my brain.

Eden: I shouldn't want to laugh at that, but...

Haru: Yeah... that came out wrong. Remember, I explained how I have problems because of all the alcohol and drugs and stuff my mother was using?

Eden: I remember.

Haru: I need something to regulate all my brain chemicals and calm me down. Otherwise, I'd be so hyper that I'd probably be flying off the walls, and I wouldn't be able to think or focus long enough to have an intelligent conversation or learn anything. Or even basically take care of myself, I guess.

Eden: I'm sorry.

Haru: You shouldn't be. This is my everyday life. It's not a bad thing. It's just... you know. A thing. It's not something I really talk about with anyone, but it's always been a part of who I am.

Eden: I won't tell anybody.

Haru: I appreciate that. It's not something I'd want the whole world to know.

Eden: That's totally understandable. Your friends know, though, right?

Haru: They all know I take medication, but only Ryu and Taiji know exactly what it's for. Keigo might know too, but not from me telling him. I'd never tell him or Senjirō, unless I absolutely had to. I only tell my private stuff to people I trust.

Eden: Are you saying you trust me? Even though we've only known each other for a short time? You've known those guys for like, five or six years, haven’t you?

Haru: About five years, yeah. Sometimes, the longer you know somebody, the less you trust them, though. I mean, I trust Keigo to a point. Like, he's a good person and he'd never intentionally hurt anyone, and I like him, but I'm just not comfortable sharing some stuff with him.

Eden: And Senjirō?

Haru: I think we can say we're friends, but not great friends. He doesn’t take me seriously, and we have too many differences to be really close. And to answer your other question, yes I trust you.

Eden: Thank you. That means a lot.

Haru: You already mean a lot to me.

Eden: Same. I honestly didn't know it was possible to fall for somebody this fast, but I'm glad to be discovering it with you.

Haru: Me too.

Eden: If you're really tired, maybe we should go to bed now. There's no reason to stay up any later, especially if you need to rest your brain.

Haru: My brain could use some rest. The problem is, I’m tired but I’m not sleepy, if that makes sense.

Eden: It does. If you’re not sleepy, we can cuddle in bed. That’ll be easy on your brain.

Haru: I like this plan.

Eden: Good, because I really want to cuddle with you.

Haru: Shirtless?

Eden: Apparently, skin-to-skin contact is very therapeutic.

Haru: You think it works on brains, too?

Eden: *smiling* There’s only one way to find out. We can get a good night’s rest, and maybe you’ll feel better in the morning

Haru: I usually feel great in the mornings. It’s once the day gets going that it sometimes goes all to hell. I don't know why changes in my routine are so hard, but whenever there's the smallest difference, it's like I'm using up three times as much energy just to deal with simple, normal things.

Eden: That must make travelling and being on tour really difficult and stressful for you.

Haru: Yeah, but it's worth it. I always get really energized from the audience. I might have to sleep for most of the next day, or the day after if we have back-to-back shows, but I'm totally willing to do it for that big crowd energy.

Eden: I wish there was something I could do to help you. To make everything better somehow.

Haru: You know what? You're already doing it.

Eden: How? What am I doing?

Haru: Supporting me. Taking me seriously. Being somebody who knows I'm broken and who sees past the broken pieces.

Eden: Haru—

Haru: What?

Eden: You're so much more than your 'broken pieces' as you call them. Maybe you've got issues most people don't have, and like you said, it's part of who you are, but you're a whole person with a million different parts. An amazing person with a million amazing parts. That's what I see.

Haru: How'd you get to be so beautiful? On the inside as well as the outside, I mean.

Eden: I credit my mother, mostly. She says acceptance is the most important thing when it comes to other people. Like, everybody matters, without having to qualify it.

Haru: I think I already like your mother.

Eden: When you feel ready for it, we can FaceTime with her and my dad, and I'll introduce you. I think Mommy will really like you, too.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #snowy escape #sugar valentine #Eden Seong #Sakuharu Abe #wearesugarvalentine #tw medication #tw intellectual disability #stargazersims

[viva-el-belt-libre]

Ok, picture this:

You have never been a pet person. You don't really like animals in general, but dogs are specially unappealing. They are loud, have no sense of personal space, and they drool. Terrible beasts, you have no idea why anybody would choose to have one, let alone pay hundreds, if not thousands of dollars buying stuff for it.

You absolutely loathe when you are invited to a home with a dog, because they won't stop barking, might try to bite, or (even worse!) want to jump on you and lick your face. And they leave hair on your clothes. Terrible.

Anyway, one day you are walking on your neighborhood and a stray approaches you. It's a puppy. It looks so happy to see you, even though you've never seen it before. It wags its tail and runs around your legs, and now it's following you.

After a while trying to get away from the creature you realise it's hurt. Somebody has hurt the dog just because they enjoy hurting those who are weaker, and if though you usually kind of get the sentiment, you also think that hurting a baby is low, even if the baby is a dog. Sure it's a low beast, but come on, it's so innocent and fragile. So innocent, it still trusts you, even though it has been hurt by those like you before. It has no idea what it did to deserve it, and yet it believes fully hatred it won't happen again.

But you know it will. And it may not survive next encounter. Not unless somebody does something about it.

I don't know, maybe you are feeling extra generous that day, but you decide to take it with you. It's only for a little while, until you contact a shelter. It will probably be out of your house by the end of the day, and you will be free of it.

You get it home and realise you probably should give it a bath. Not because you care, but just because otherwise it's going to get your house dirty, and you don't want that. Also it looks skinny AF so you give it something to eat, because you don't want it crying of hunger, that is super annoying.

You end up not calling the shelter. Not because you like the dog, of course not. You just got busy and forgot about it. You will do it tomorrow.

Or the following week.

Or the following month.

Anyway you will totally get rid of it, ok? It's not like you are a dog lover now, it definitely needs to go.

But you know, this one is actually kind of cute. It's so stupid it's funny and endearing. You kind of enjoy watching it play with its toys (what? It's not like it's expensive or anything, you just didn't want it chewing on your stuff, and it's good enrichment anyway. Maybe it will get smarter.)

You find yourself enjoying it's company. It looks so happy and healhty now. It greets you when you get home, and having to walk it is good exercise for you too. You get it a nice leash, gets it microchiped, takes it periodically to the vet because it needs vaccines. You would never get to the point of giving it human clothes, or letting it sleep on your bed, or buying expensive fancy food, but you make sure it's always healthy and well taken care of.

You love that dog. Not like you would love another human, friend or family, but you love it even so. You know it's not going to live as long as you, and you want it to have a good life even if it's short.

Then you have to move because of work or something, and the dog can't come with you. And you feel sad, but you ask your elderly neighbour if she will take it, because she loves dogs, and you know she will take great care of it. She is delighted to take the dog, and even though you are away, she always sends you pics, and when you are in town you pay her a visit for some tea, so you can see the dog again.

...

Ok, so now replace "you" by "Sesshoumaru" and "puppy" by "Rin".

Rin is Sesshoumaru's pet.

I rest my case.

#inuyasha #iy #inuyasha manga #inuyasha anime #sesshoumaru #rin #anti-sessrin #text post

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Alright can we just talk about shipping culture nowadays because honestly it is very much starting to get on my nerves.

So i guess shipping for me had always been part of my fandom experience not in every fandom tho, i get invested in some ships sometimes and last years others i may just get them but not actually ship them and others i ship for a while but they may not be intriguing enough for me.

the point is shipping had always partially been about considering different interactions for certain characters sometimes by keeping said character as they are and sometimes by shifting certain aspects in how they behave or how they are to fit them in said ship and that's honestly fine everyone has there own way of enjoying the fandom

however it is the change in shipping that is absolutely horrible nowadays , it is just not about the characters anymore , it is just tropes I don't know ,has it always been like this ?

Like discussing ships used to be writing a whole analysis about how these characters would fit together and maybe even creating a little background for the characters or just a sufficient 'idk i just like them together'

But now it is just 'well enemies to lovers , guy fell first , redeemed villian what's not to like ' and worse anybody who doesn't agree with said interpretation seems to have no part of the fandom anymore.some characters in canon just can't fit together in a romantic relationship so if shippers want them to fit they are going to have to change their personality entirely and again that is fine but i don't want a whole long ass essay about how YOUR interpretation YOUR own take on the character is how this character actually is in canon so you can ship your characters together and diss on everybody who doesn't agree with you.

This is in both the loki fandom where i don't think anybody talks about anything regarding the show other than loki and sylvie's "chemistry" or loki and mobius , loki is being reduced to this narcissist how needs someone to teach him a lesson or to humiliate him in order to be better , in order to do so most shippers twist sylvie and mobius into these loving caring people they are definitely not to fit this troupe in their heads of " love made the villian turn into a hero", same in the star wars fandom specifically the new triology , it is all about shipping rey and kylo together which i used to enjoy in just for fun really but i don't even want to start talking about how the majority of the shippers were in this fandom 🙄 (also rey deserves better anyways), fandom has been narrowed down to ships , and ones the hype is over most of these fandoms collapse , cause they are just built on liking troupes and imaging the character infront of you regardless of how they actually are to fit this troupe , so if another Show/movie/book series does the troupe better or has a hype right now you look for these troupes and move on from said fandom.Fandoms collapse so fast right now and i believe a huge part as to why is this new shipping culture , shipping is becoming a must in every fandom right now you can't enjoy a fandom otherwise .

This is just my theory really i have been in many fandoms for a long time and weither this is actually what's happening or not, something has definitely changed about how fandoms are right now.

*Phew* sorry about the long rant

Hey, for what it's worth I enjoyed your rant 😉

I have never been a shipper myself so I don't have much insight into this, I'm afraid. I'm glad people have fun with their ships, as long as it's in good faith and they respect those who don't like their pairings or see them in a different light.

The only thing I have seen as of late (as in, the last few years) is that it would seem some people label certain ships as 'morally right' or 'morally wrong' and judge the shippers accordingly. It sucks because the way I see it, shipping is supposed to be good fun for those engaging in it and it shouldn't require a full-on disclaimer from a fan stating they're a good person to justify their favourite ship.

I see what you mean about fandoms collapsing pretty quickly and being narrowed down to shipping. Perhaps a part of that is the fact that many series have their entire seasons released at once, and we have such a huge pool to choose from (and a rather weird idea that we have to consume as much as we can to be in the loop with other people) that folks go from one to another like maniacs, which leaves us with the most basic engagement of shipping a few characters, too little meta and eventually nothing at all.

I definitely agree that in the SW fandom, the Reylo craze was a little too much to handle - and Rey deserved so much better (I say that as a big Kylo fan, by the way), and in Loki's case I think it's funny because they switch the roles: in the series, Loki is good and caring, and Sylvie/Mobius are selfish criminals who only care about themselves. But when it comes to shipping a lot of people switch them and pretend Loki is the selfish criminal and Sylvie/Mobius are the loving and caring ones.

It is one thing to do that if you're writing something canon divergent or you're retconning them for some reason, but to claim that characterization is canon is just wrong.

[eldritch-spouse]

Hey hey hey, time for Hoodie Anon's Bullshit power hour! 🎉 don't worry it's not super chaotic this time tho (I'll come up with some more hell for you later but it is 551 AM when I'm sending this and I need to SLEEP)

How would the clergymen react with an s/o who wants to be with them but sets like a few hard (reasonable but definitely deal breaker) boundaries for their own mental health? Like...

With Morrell? Well, you'd better not slaughter anybody in front of me, I will cry. And yes, while I will absolutely eat and be thankful for the stuff you make me to eat, please do not tell me if you use humans as ingredients, at least not until much later on so I don't immediately vomit.

With Santi? Bitch, it's fine you fuck people, it's your job and you need to eat, but if you do that in our bed I'm gonna sleep on the couch for the night or some shit (only not making YOU do it because you can overpower me and...y'know, you were here first). Don't be surprised if I still have sex with you after I learn about this, that does not mean you've been forgiven for that.

Patches? You wanna stalk me? Good, great, all about it, whatever makes you feel more secure. I will absolutely be sweet with you outside the bedroom and super kinky inside of it. But you ever get violent with me while you're in your more feral state and I WILL either yell at you or give you the silent treatment later on.

Krulu? Kinda the same thing as the Morrell bit, to be honest, at least the slaughtering part since he doesn't...make...y'know, people food. Also, unless I experience some sort of traumatic event, please don't alter my memories. That would be a really shitty thing of you to do, and I'll probably find out that you did it at some point or another, so then we'll BOTH be upset.

Grimbly? Be cute and adorable, snuggles are wonderful, and drink my blood if you must but if you ever do that shit without warning, I will swat at you like a fucking insect and....again, cry. Like full on sob and get very scared, and not in any sort of fun/kinky way.

Just as some examples lol

[551am? You're on the next level Hoodie, I don't even know how to access that hour!]

Oh boundaries boundaries- A word which most yanderes simply cannot grasp, right?

Morell is mostly fine with you not wanting to see the butchering process. As much as a part of him feels disappointed that you want no involvement, he can understand some peeps are just squeamish! He's very glad you're willing to eat on your own, even if you know the ingredients are... Different. Because otherwise, the mushroom monster would have to resort to underhanded tactics to get some good food down your hatch.

Oh honey, Santi would fuck you exclusively if he could. But chances are that he can't, because you won't handle that much sex, or Santi constantly fishing for "snacks" throughout the day. You need a break, naturally. But worry not, because Santi completely agrees with you. The moment you two share a living space, no meal of his is setting foot there. The Clergy is full of rentable rooms anyway, and even if it wasn't, most of his clients are down bad enough to lick the floor if they have to.

Patches is so very amused that you'd let him stalk you. Just like that? Huh. Then maybe next time he'll just follow you into your home without the cloaking device then. You said he could! Nonetheless, dullahan fit Patches is not likely to direct senseless aggression at you. That would only happen if you were to deny him too much, shun him, refuse to love this side of him as much as you love regular Patches. Then, then things would get ugly. He's a package deal and you're going to have to work with that.

Grimbly's not above nibbling. He really isn't, he's going to chew a little. You don't need to swat him to get him to stop, but you it's definitely acceptable. While the bat monster dreams of your blood and maasy occasionally get brave enough to try something at night, he will mostly respect your wishes when you're awake. Though denying him this too much will lead to the vampire sucking his other meals dry. And coming back to you a bit sick because, much like a fucking mosquito, he gorges himself almost hard enough to burst when he's distraught. You can always rely on blood bags, even if they're not as tasty.

With Krulu my friend, you're just fucked. Sorry to say, but your boundaries are second place to the siadar's will. You don't wish to see people die at his hands? What a pity, dear chosen, but you are not to shy from your lord. Ever. If Krulu feels he has to alter your memories, he will. No ifs or buts, they will either be locked from your conscious mind or erased altogether. He can even make filler memories. You're better off accepting these possibilities than trying to bicker with a god. Trust that he's doing what's best for you, lamb. You cannot be squeamish, that is not acceptable for a vessel. And if he rids you of memories, then trust that those only ever hindered your duties.

#Krulu oc #Grimbly oc #Santi oc #Morell oc #Patches oc

[unhinged-ill-thoughts]

brag about your positive, 'I love everyone but also hate bad people but also nobody is bad but fuck the conservatives but love and light" when you can still do it without being an abusive piece of shit to anybody who decides to date you and spiraling into a noncommunicative/stonewalling piece of shit that claims doesnt understand morals so you cant be held responsible for rape, but does understand just enough morals to criticize everyone else for projections based on the fact that YOU do those things

You're still living in the same fucking place you almost always have, yet flexing online because that's the only thing you can do while having the most mundane and unfulfilled life (because you're a boring piece of shit who doesn't like anything unless it caters to your self absorbed behavior and soothes your shitty ego) and only doing said things because you're hungry to try and prove something/prove that you're not stuck while everyone else is. Is that why you begged for good things to start happening again?

And who the fuck cares that you've managed to 'fill the void' after everyone left. We both know you deserve emptiness and you're just bragging needlessly about the fact that you're a waste of space that is still unfortunately here on this earth temporarily. Rapists deserve nothing but death and emptiness, or at least that's what we always talked about. Crazy how you can turn into a diet Christian or centrist hippie with your live love laugh behavior the second you realize that applies to you too, tho.

so bragging about having make-believe things and morals despite these facts isn't the flex you think it is. It's being spiteful against the fact that you're an enemy of the world, like congrats I guess? Congrats for appreciating you have a family, a home to stay at, enough privilege and mental wellness to be toxic positive, and friends, ONLY when you can try and rub it in other people's faces for a superiority complex, and otherwise probably do what you've always done and have a tantrum with them outside of social media presence (like you used to do toward everyone else).

I would say i hope I could see you at the dethklok concert, since seeing me last year made you spiral enough to rope the friend who you don't talk to anymore into babysitting you, then proceeding to brag about being cool and forgiving yourself for being a rapist and for being a 'victim' (to us leaving, because a normal person would or would at the very least resort to reactive abuse to push someone away, after that someone brags about rape, constantly bragged about being abusive and two faced shit but then conveniently forgets when its toddler time) on fb because it's funny to see you ONLY be toxic positive and spread bullshit to soothe your ego and keep a superiority complex from seeing that I'm still existing and going to fun, new places- but I know you wouldn't be able to afford it anyway , and I don't wanna smell that stank energy, either.

I just want to indirectly remind you that I'm still here despite you, still more real than you’ll ever be, that I've gone through hell and back and can still actually live with myself and who i am in all its mentally ill glory, while you have to roll your abusive, shitty personality and everything else in sugar and sweetness and victim complex to live with yourself. But especially remind you that your whiny, dramatic tantrums to keep me from your affordable apartment complex because you're not as love and light as you think (nobody can be love and light and still be shitty toward the exes that they ABUSED to the point of trying to fuck them over in the most classist and elitist way ever) is what helped get us a HOUSE ALLLLL the way into the next town over.

Good luck having to repeat the same the toxic positive things tho because you somehow have even less of a personality than before and need to prove something to yourself, I can only imagine how much you're probably melting down on your bad days with this much repression.

[sewercentipede]

ive just gotta ask.. while i understand the detriment the verdict of the case will have against abused women (which is why the subject is so tricky, bc its already so unjust for us) do you not believe that she and other women are capable of being abusers ?

are you expecting me to say no? as if women are only capable of goodness and men of evil? sorry I feel like this is really strange/coming out of left field because i haven’t said or implied anything of the sort so there’s a leap of logic happening somewhere, it makes me wonder what is actually being gauged here.

like i believe he was abusive/abusing her, no I don’t care that she didn’t handle being in an abusive relationship with perfect grace at all times of every day, because I know thatd be ridiculous of me to expect. these opinions and the opinion (well, reality) that women are capable of being abusers, are not mutually exclusive. they’re also not the point. anybody can be an abuser. we are supposed to be able to speak freely about our experiences, however we perceive them, within reason, without expecting a judicial court to put a price tag on our ability to do so. and you can tell she was very, very careful with her wording so as not to say anything that could be interpreted accusatory of him directly and fit the “within reason” qualifier.

are you asking because of some particular phrasing of mine, like saying women as opposed to a gender neutral word? it’s probably because domestic violence is unfortunately a gendered issue, so my mind goes there. statistically women are disproportionately victims of domestic violence rape and homicide by men. not making generalizations about all men and all women here. I’m talking in terms of data, because data gives us important information on what groups of people are likely to experience certain events or positions as a class, and what classes have power and on what terms. (So I’ll just say right now to get it out of the way, that I am not going to entertain any “it’s because men don’t report” or similar asks that paint all data as a lie and therefore meaningless, these claims have been disproven over and over, people can and should view research for themselves, and it should stand to reason that if you claim data is a liar because some data is not tracked then you accept the belief that you have no idea what data isn’t tracked or if there is any at all and so everything that follows can only be speculation. Basically data is incomplete sure but that doesn’t meant you can insert your opinion into where the gaps are and claim it is fact. Phew . Anyway)

so my immediate thought is, seeing this and what’s going to happen to Evan rachel wood, it’s only a matter of time before it starts happening to the largest class of people who are most likely to experience domestic violence (or sexual violence in general), which happens to be women, in the general public, and what average woman is going to afford be able to afford dealing something like that? Financially and otherwise. to add more context: I’m also thinking about this in terms of the #metoo that trended in like 2016, because with Harvey Weinstein turning out to be a serial rapist that’s when a lot of regular women spoke up about their experiences. the hashtag turning into #mentoo trending now, as a result of this one couple, is like the turning of a page to a new chapter one might call “the backlash”. or less emotionally charged: the reemergence of the tag, this time flipped, shows a general understanding that physical and sexual abuse on the whole is gender specific

#Kay sorry this is so long or if this didn’t address what you wanted me to but my fingers hurt now

[realityhelixcreates]

Lasabrjotr Chapter 71: The Allure of Azure

Chapters: 71/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Sexual Situations Relationships: Loki x Reader Characters: Loki (Marvel), Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Got Saucy In This One Fair Warning

Summar: Loki comes clean.

“And the blood burned me, but not too badly.” You finished. “I didn't even know that was possible. It was terrible, really. I never wanna see anything like that again.”

“Well you shouldn't have to.” One of Andsvarr's guard friends said. “I've heard there's only two left down there, and they're harmless.”

“I wouldn't be so sure of that.” One of the undercooks said darkly.

“Oh, come on, one of them is no more than a child!”

“And her touch would burn just the same.”

“The point, then, would be to convince her not to do that.” Andsvarr said. “All people have morals, and they grow and change as we do. Most children don't want to hurt anybody.”

“She's a Frost Giant!” The undercook protested.

“Yes? And?” Andsvarr countered. “Are we to assume every Frost Giant is simply born full of animosity for Asgard? Really? All of them? You can think of none who act otherwise?”

The undercook shut her mouth in concession.

This was important. Knowing and understanding the feelings and opinions of the populace might spell the difference between danger and safety for the Frost Giant pair.

“Are they frightening to you?” You asked. “I was scared, but that's just because I was directly under attack. If he'd been just, like, standing there? Maybe not so scary. Big, yeah, but you're all bigger than me, so that's not as big a deal. But I think Andsvarr's right: she's not gonna hurt us unless we force her to, and then it's our fault. And maybe it would be good to have Frost Giants here. Like the Vanir and the Alfar. It's a good chance to get used to them being around, even if it's never been done before.”

Everyone at the table exchanged an odd look, and you suddenly felt as if you'd committed some kind of faux pas. It hung over you for the rest of the meal, some important information you were missing. The conversation eventually turned away from Frost Giants, and towards the highly anticipated Buridag celebrations.

But aside from that fear of Frost Giant violence toward Asgardians, there was no hint of Asgardian violence toward Frost Giants. No grim or gleeful anticipation of an ill end for the child or her guardian. That was good, right?

You still couldn't help but feel you were missing something. A fog of insinuations obscuring something large in the room with you.

Or perhaps you were just being paranoid again. You couldn't really help it, with all the stress that was coming down on you. But you would take a rest tonight. A nice, quiet rest, snuggled up in Loki's arms. It wouldn't be long now. After dinner. After you checked back in with Thor about what you saw earlier.

He'd told you not to worry about it, but how could you not? You'd go ask about it anyway.

You found him in his room with Brunnhilde, the two of them going over courthouse diagrams.

“Oh yes, everything's fine.” He told you. “Loki knows what happened, and he will explain. There's no need to worry. But we have to finish these diagrams for now. I'm sorry to be so short, but so is our time.”

You understood that. Buridag was in two weeks, and everything had to be ready. On top of that, they had funerals to perform, including one all the way across the island. Everyone was very busy.

Still, he hadn't really told you anything, had he? It was weird.

You headed back to Loki's rooms, slightly unsettled. You needed that snuggle right away.

The lights were low, and the fire high, which seemed like a good sign. But Loki, who greeted you in a lovely sky blue coat, was wound up tight as a guitar string. His voice was so quiet, words short when he asked you about your day. He didn't hug you.

“Well, to tell the truth, I've been feeling off today. I feel like there's something I'm missing. Also, I think I might be seeing things? I thought I saw something weird this morning, but nothing seems to have come of it. I don't know, I might be going through a bad spell. It happens sometimes, usually comes with the nightmares.”

“I'm sorry to hear it.” He said, in a voice laden with doom. “I...I have something to tell you. But it might be best if you were to sit down.”

Fear spiked all the way up your spine. “I don't like that at all.” You said, as he guided you to the bed and sat you down. What could have happened? It was the little girl, wasn't it? It was her that you had seen, and she had been killed, and if you had just stayed, you could have saved her!

Loki knelt down in front of you, just out of reach.

“There is something very important that you should know. First is that I love you. Second is that I am sorry.”

“Oh god.” You whispered. Was it Loki who had done it?

He seemed to be fighting to speak. “I have been lying to you, and I apologize for that. You deserve so much better. This is the best I can give you. I am not who you think I am.”

Your frantic brain slammed on the breaks and began turning in a different direction.

“Wait, wait, wait! You're not Loki?”

“No, I am Loki. But I am not...I am not of Asgard. I was not born on Asgard, nor to Asgardian parents. I was taken in by Odin and Frigga, but I was born here. Born here and...abandoned on Jotunheim, for being too small to survive. I am the son of the king of Jotunheim.”

He must have seen how your eyebrows came together at his words, trying to understand what he was telling you.

“Look. Look upon me. Please don't be afraid. You didn't see any child this morning.” He looked back up at you, and his skin was changing. In the flickering firelight, his alabaster complexion waxed bright blue, concentric ridges circling his forehead, above pleading, garnet eyes. “I am...this. I am a Frost Giant, and I always have been.”

Silence hung thick between you as you took in what was happening. It was him that you had seen. Of course Thor wasn't concerned; he would have known that it was Loki you saw. But he couldn't tell you that. It was Loki that Andsvarr and the others had been referencing at dinner. Loki was a Frost Giant.

But Loki hated Frost Giants. Loki had killed their king. Loki was the son of the king.

Oh no.

Like a lightning strike of inspiration, realization spiked. So many things about him suddenly made terrible sense. The animosity, the overcompensation. The shame you could see in those red, red eyes, terrified and begging for a mercy you hadn't been able to give before.

“Loki-” You leaned forward, arms out. He shied away.

“No!” He cried. “You cannot touch me when I'm like this! I'll hurt you!”

Determined now, you wrapped the hems of your dress around your hands and tried again.

“No...” He whispered, but he didn't turn away this time, letting you caress his face with your covered hands. “Aren't you frightened?”

“A little.” You said honestly. “More afraid of what I thought you were going to tell me. This is  different from what I expected, but it doesn't change anything, now does it?” You drew his head in to your chest to hold him more fully. There were layers of cloth there; it should be fine.

He barely put up any fight at all. “But I'm...this! The whole time, this is what I've been. Every kiss, every argument, every embrace, every bath. A Frost Giant all along.”

“That's right.” You said. “That's why it doesn't change anything. This is the Loki I've always known. The same Loki who watched puffins with me, the same Loki whose hair I washed, same one who loves my cinnamon rolls. You're the same as you've always been.”

Loki had started shaking as you spoke, broke into sobs at your last words. He threw his arms around you fully, and you simply let him weep. Had he ever been allowed that?

You hoped the tears that soaked through your bodice wouldn't burn, but even if they did, there were medicines for it. You would be fine. He needed this.

Your poor, sweet man. How twisted up he must be. You had a whole lot of questions, but maybe now wasn't a good time. Loki needed your confidence and comfort, not more questions. So you held him as long as he needed, and didn't count the minutes.

After a long while, he calmed, his shuddering breath slowed, and he became so silent, you wondered if he had fallen asleep. Then he looked up at you slowly, face fading back to pale, and you retrieved one of his own handkerchiefs to wipe his tear stained face.

He held you with that dewy-eyed gaze while you worked, drying his cheeks and smoothing his hair in silence. When you'd finished, you set the wet cloth aside and gathered him back to your breast.

“Does this not bother you?” He murmured. “It's a wild dream, and I want to believe it, but...”

“Well, maybe just call it a cultural difference.” You said. “I wasn't raised with this particular prejudice. You were, so it's got to be hard to look past it. Or believe that someone else could. But you just don't look that different to me, you know? Like, you're already a completely different species to me, and you already live on a very different time scale, and come from a different culture, and...you're just different than me. And I was already okay with that. So being blue on top of all that isn't actually that weird? You're still you. I fell for you, blue or not.”

He squeezed you and snuggled harder. “Are you sure? This could bring trouble for you.”

You scoffed. “Everybody already knows, don't they? I was the only one that didn't.”

He buried his face in your beads. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm not angry. I don't blame you at all for keeping this a secret. It feels like shame to you, doesn't it? So I get why you wouldn't want anybody to know. But you took a big step in telling me, and I appreciate that. I really thought it was the kid, and you could have lied about it, but you didn't. Thank you. You know, for trusting me like that. I was never gonna leave because of it, but maybe you didn't know that.”

You noticed that your beads were smooshed into his cheek in a way that couldn't be comfortable. You should have taken those off a while ago. “Here,” You said. “Let me get rid of these.”

He watched you with questioning eyes as you removed the brooches and their strings of beads, the necklace, and your chatelaine, and set them on the dresser alongside the wet handkerchief. Then he slowly untied your sash and placed it on the floor beside him.

This set off a chain of removals: his sky blue overcoat, your apron, his boots, your slippers, his tunic, your stockings. When he got your dress off, you realized what was actually happening.

And you accepted.

He kept you fixed with that pleading, questioning gaze, even while he slipped your trousers down, trailing his fingers over the warm skin of your thighs, your knees, your ankles. He did the same with his own, never looking away.

He placed his hands on your thighs, squeezing very gently.

“Are you sure?” He asked in a kind of disbelief. “Now you know what I am.”

You leaned back on your elbows, putting every last bit of yourself on display. “Yeah, and I know what I want, too.”

He gasped at the smolder in your eyes, and a moment later you were being gently but firmly dragged to the center of the bed, a pillow stuffed under your head, and an alien, god-prince, sorcerer, giant writhing against you with his face buried in your neck. He nibbled his way up to catch you earlobe in his teeth.

You giggled at that, while you wriggled beneath him. His dense and muscular body pinned you down quite handily, and while it wasn't the position you would have chosen, it suited you fine for now. If that was what Loki needed-and you could clearly feel his need pressed against your thigh-then you were good with it.

He growled directly into your ear, making you shiver. You couldn't help but wiggle at the tickle of his breath, but his hand held your head in place, and all you could do was endure it with little squeaks of laughter. You could hear him laughing too, as he kissed his way across your face until he met your lips.

His hands were doing some exploring now, and yours as well; over straining shoulders, a thin scar in the middle of his back, the dip of the spine. You found pert buttocks and gave them an indulgent squeeze. He chuckled against your mouth, amusement mixed with surprise.

“My mortal goddess...” He murmured. “Let me worship you as you deserve.”

He hitched your leg over his hip and sank into you slowly, constantly checking in with “Is this okay?”, and “Does it hurt?”

It didn't, it was just a bit uncomfortable. You knew that would pass, and you were looking forward to it.

“I-I can still stop.” He whispered.

“Don't you dare.” You whispered back fiercely. And so he did the opposite.

Decades, maybe centuries worth of emotional need poured from him, and it was all you could do to just hold on. He wasn't rough, but insistent, thrusts like the rolling ocean waves, and just as unceasing. Delighted moans encouraged your roaming hands to explore his straining muscles and how they moved, to sift through his softly scented hair.

Loki didn't bother with silence or stoicism, but sang his pleasure in a chorus of moans and whimpers. A perfect duet with you, who also couldn't keep a lid on your ecstasy, as it grew with each deep, penetrating thrust. When was the last time you had taken a man so fully? When was the last man who even could fill you like this? Loki might be curiously small for a giant, but some things still at least felt in proportion.

You weren't sure you had ever felt so profound a stretch, so deep an entry before, even with battery-powered assistance. Loki filled every possible space and it made your head float and your body rise. He punctuated the gentle rhythm with sweet kisses, with the tender cupping of your head. Eventually, it overcame you, all the explosive emotion of the day, all the rapture of Loki's efforts, and you clutched at him as your body began to shake and clench. He clasped you even closer, and with a few more messy thrusts, he joined you in that overflow of pleasure.

As you lay together, catching your breath, he refused to move away, keeping his long body all along your side. You were silent now, just gazing at one another, tenderly stroking one another's hair, until you broke that blanketing silence with a yawn.

“Sorry.” You mumbled. “Been a long day.”

“Sleep then.” Loki mumbled back, nuzzling your cheek. “I'll remain here.”

You curled into his side while he adjusted the level of the fire with his little remote control. Down low, almost to 'embers', the darkness and quiet crackling lulled you away into sleep.

#lasabrjotr #loki x reader #loki (marvel) #noooo I never posted this one either???

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#4)

Guess we’re still starting with Itsurou’s file. It doesn’t feel like there’s anything missing when I flip through it, but these things aren’t exactly uniform, so I don’t know how I could tell. Check if all his published books are listed, maybe, but it’s not like I know them all, anyway.

“Could check it against his study hall if I wanted to.”

Seems like overkill right now, but if I don’t find anything else to do...

The demographics information is a bunch of average junk, and some points about his health. Nothing anybody has to worry about now.

“...” Onto the next one.

“Kaichi...”

Why am I doing this again? I... Maybe I can come back to him. When it’s a little less raw.

“Or will that happen anytime soon?”

Probably not. Still... Don’t want to push myself more than I have to.

That’s what Kaichi would want, too, right?

Already checked my own file earlier, so I skip to Kanagi’s. Sports, sports, and more sports. Don’t know what I expected.

“Looking at this, you’d think she’s just the all-around Super High School Level Athlete...”

But I guess the only achievements that really fit the school criteria are in volleyball. Plenty of other articles and stats in here, though. Including a good handful of male sports leagues? Under a number of pseudonyms...

Whatever works for her, I guess.

Nothing here draws my suspicion, at least. If anything, I doubt she’d have the time to plan something like this while she’s out there cross-training for fifty sports.

Maybe that’s just me being optimistic, but... It’s something, at least.

I wrangle her file back into place and slide that drawer shut. So, down to the next row, or back up to Aki?

“.................”

I slide the top drawer open and walk my fingers down the tabs. Unlabeled folder of blank forms, Aidan, then...

There’s not a lot of heft to it, per se, but it presses into my hands harder than it should.

“...”

I open it up.

Not a lot in the way of demographics—at least, nothing that stands out. Seems she started helping out at the local courthouse pretty young, but otherwise...

“Wonder if that was before or after she switched her style around.”

Not that it matters now. Or ever would have, probably, but...

“................”

Past that’s a bunch of meaningless charts about words per minute, but I scan them point by point anyway. I’ll... be stuck in this one a while, I think. Might as well focus on numbers instead of everything else around them. Who’s responsible for them in the first place.

A lot of the file is completely incomprehensible to me. Not redacted like Aidan’s, just written in... I don’t know. The kind of marks her stenograph makes, I guess.

Made.

“...”

Well. I guess it could still make them. As far as I know, it outlasted her just fine.

“.................................”

My throat’s trying to close up now, so I flip through the pages faster. Really nothing of note here. She had skills, she did her best, she deserved to be here. Just not... here.

“...............”

I might need a few rounds of pool.

Silently, I place Aki’s file back behind Aidan’s and lock up again. Drift down two floors, unlock my own room.

...

I play a while. Who knows how long. Our loved ones are safe now, supposedly. No reason for time to matter much anymore.

But I have to get going again eventually.

“.....”

Out to the empty hall, but the moment I get to the stairs, a wave of fatigue hits. I’ll just use the elevator. A farther walk along an empty hall, but. Don’t have to worry about paying attention to every footfall this way.

I hit the elevator call button and don’t have to wait long before it's here. Bell rings, doors open, I walk in—and immediately trip over a wheelchair.

“Whoa, whoa!”

It’s easier to place the voice than place my feet flat on the floor again.

“Sorry! You okay?”

Aidan adjusts his glasses. No idea if I just about smacked them off or if he only wants to fidget with something.

“Er, yes, thank you. You?”

“Fine...”

The elevator doors shut, but we don’t start moving. I frown and look over the numbered buttons. Nothing lit.

“I figured you'd be on this floor.”

“Ah. Yeah.” That predictable, am I? “Did you need something?”

“Oh, just to see you smile.”

“....”

“Hmm... Close enough. It’ll do.”

“...Okay, seriously.”

“What, that can’t be a serious mission?”

I turn to push the first floor button, just because chatting in a stationary elevator is weird. It rumbles back to life, and the moment of weightlessness makes me a little dizzy.

“If you’d prefer some elaboration, I’m attempting to gauge the group’s interest in a movie night.”

“Mm. Depends on the movie.”

“I was certainly leaning towards comedy.”

I mean. Beats a Saw marathon.

“But isn’t the auditorium closed at night?” After all, that was Tamiko’s excuse to shoo everyone out of her crime scene.

“......”

“There’s more than one place to watch a movie, don’t you worry.”

“Fair enough.”

“So... yeah. Can’t say I’m super invested, but I’d come to a movie night, sure.”

“Good to know! Thank you.”

The elevator stops with a low rattle, and I automatically step through the doors before looking back. Aidan hasn’t even put his hand on the wheel.

“Didn’t think to ask what floor you wanted.”

“That’s all right...”

“.......”

“Er, the first floor is fine, rather. Thank you.”

I nod, but neither of us moves. Not sure how much he can right now.

“Is it just me, or do you look even more drained than before?”

“.....”

“Considering that’s very highly a matter of opinion, I don’t think I could weigh in meaningfully.”

“...”

“Can I help you to wherever you’re headed now?”

“..................”

“You may wheel me to my dorm room... if you really want to.”

I nod.

It takes a little maneuvering with the doors trying to close on us, but eventually I push him along. Hope going back to his room means he’s going to rest. Not sure how much I can hope for that, but...

I go ahead and unlock his door while I’m at it, though he still beats me to the handle. He winces a bit from gripping it.

“No glass traps here, I hope?”

It takes him a second to catch up.

“Oh goodness no. That would be entirely unnecessary.”

I nudge the door open.

“Thank you...”

“I’ll... see you around, then?”

“Don’t have much of a choice.”

“That’s certainly one way to put it, I suppose.”

“Until then.”

He smiles, but it’s already sliding off his face before he’s turned away. He wheels himself in and pushes the door closed with a soft click. 

I half expect him to faint and collapse immediately afterward, but there aren’t any unceremonious thuds, at least.

If there were, would I go in? Do I trust myself enough to walk in on that sort of scene again and not take advantage of it?

“..........” 

Don’t need to worry about that now. Let’s just get back to... whatever I was planning to do down here. I don’t know. Grab some tea or something and take it from there, I guess. Can’t help anybody if I don’t take care of myself.

And at least getting something to drink is easy. The rest...

We’ll see.

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#apexplot #apex6 #fangan

[aylaaescar]

hello... you mention Ealisay you have my attention. I'm intruiged please tell me more. So maybe some of the uncommon questions for her? 2, 7, 28, aaaand F? ^^

scream ty!! I miss her so bad, I didn't realize until you asked for her lol. she might be due for a replay, I love her v much

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

very easy! Ealisay is a pretty jovial person by nature, so it's honestly more OOC for her to not be laughing easily. she loves puns, jokes, and playing pranks with Sera.

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

anything that reminds her of Ostwick, or the Trevelyan family in general. so obviously any mention of the former, or dealing with dignitaries in general. it's... not always the nicest nostalgia? Ealisay has tricky feelings about her family - she doesn't hate them by any means, but she's the youngest and nowhere close to inheriting any major titles, so she never got the attention that her siblings did. being shuffled off to the Chantry to train as a templar didn't help much, either. very much always a mixed feeling for her.

Josie's office also triggers that nostalgia, but in a purely nice way, since she and Josie are good friends. it's hard to feel bad when Josie's around, lbr.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

okay I kinda love this question bc I didn't know what to say at first, but then I thought about it and !!!!!!! anyway! so Ealisay is a noblewoman from Ostwick who then received a big education from the Chantry + training to become a templar. as far as I'm concerned, one w that background would be dealing w largely lies over unpleasant truths, yeah? rich people + a corrupt religious organization. so that's what Ealisay is most familiar with, and probably what her knee-jerk reply would be? sweet lies over unpleasant truths keep the world turning.

however, her actions point in the opposite direction more often than not. Ealisay was sent to Kirkwall during Act 3 to finish her templar training, and she got to see the nightmare conditions that the mages were living in under Meredith's rule first-hand. and she hated it. Ealisay is Andrastian, and everything about what she believed clashed so hard with what she saw. when Meredith called for the annulment, Ealisay was one of the templars to say that what was happening was wrong, and deserted her post. so I, Sierra, would say otherwise from Ealisay's answer: she'll face the unpleasant truths and say if she thinks something is wrong or not, as opposed to others from her background who keep it going with sweet lies. her choices as the Inquisitor are similar - she freely allies with the mages because she believes they deserve freedom and equality the same as anybody, and she chose Briala to ally with because of how horribly the elves were treated in Orlais. it's easier to stick with the sweet lies and the status quo, but Ealisay's not the type to do that if it means people get hurt.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

can I offer you a nice meme in this trying time?

#ask tag #etoilebinaire #DA blogging #OC: Ealisay Trevelyan #she's babygirl shaped to me <3 my luv #ty I always want to talk about Ealisay so I appreciate the opportunity ksdjfgjskg

[midnightunderground-hq]

EXTRA EXTRA! Idiot Throws Extravagant Birthday Bash

By J. Jones

What’s the word, baby birds? You guys are gonna wanna sit down for this one, trust. 

As you all must know, our resident bad bitch Orator went and kicked the bucket ( weird af, if you ask me ), so we’ve got a funeral on our hands. Shoutout to the Imp for hosting that one, I didn’t know the Cradle went and doubled as a funeral home but get the bag, demonic bestie. So we’ve got these flyers going around to whoever’s who, and lo and behold some dumbass goes through the really odd effort of handwriting a ton of little notes for some after party. Now, no one’s pointing fingers, but I am...allegedly— if you connect the dots and all that, it’s pretty obvious that the Talbot brat planned this bash. Ever the agent of chaos that one.

But the road to hell really is paved with good intentions, and he got his ass handed to him by the Wolf right outside the Fenrir. Ouch to the woes of sibling rivalry; I would’ve loved to be tagged in though. Anyways, it didn’t get all that far before the Veteran pulled the alpha off of the other. Boring! Not revolutionary! Whack! 

Did ya’ll see the Fae following after the Talbot brat though? Wonder what that one was about.

Faeries are Kinda Stupid, Am I Right? ( I Know I Am )

by A.T. Jones

For as old and powerful as they are, these faeries don’t have a lot going on between the ears do they? Not you though, Hollis, you’re my muy problematic fave. The other ones though? The brain buffer is so bad that everyone in the near vicinity loses some of those brain cells as well. 

So let me paint a picture: the Fae gets in her feelings ( can’t imagine why ), and next thing you know, she and the Wizard are running around Pixie Hollow like they own the place. But they don’t— and that’s as shocking as the Wolf’s poor taste. 

There’s more though, and stay with me now, it gets even funnier. Turns out the Fae’s been on probation this whole time? And this is the person collecting our debts? Catch me sending a strongly worded letter to the Better Business Bureau, that woman is all about the reckless endangerment and breaking the rules. And she sure as hell broke them bad this time. The Wizard is so lucky Karlha went and vouched for her, that would’ve been the biggest of yikes otherwise. 

Now, let’s get back to the losing of brain cells for everyone else in her sphere of influence; the Wolf really managed to get the Oracle, Veteran, Banshee and Siren to cross the veil for this girl? And they all came back? Sounds fake, but okay.

Our Mandatory Gossip Column

by J. Jones

Alright germs, I’m taking the torch from here! Do you guys hear wedding bells? You should be hearing wedding bells right about now because the Fae Queen is a weirdo. Sounds like the Wolf and the Fae are getting hitched due to royal decree, and like, yeah weddings are cute and all but the circumstances are whack as fuck. 

The quickest of Google searches says that half of those bad boys end in divorce, but I’m thinking its not so easy for faeries and wolves. Yikes squared. And they’ve been seen hanging by the Chameleon Club more than usual? Yikes cubed, besties. I know the Fae’s gotta be giving Lee Holloway a run for her money, right now, with the whole personal secretary to the Fae Heir spiel, but what’s the hubby gotta do with it?

Oh and speaking of the hubby, I’m finding it a little weird that the Oracle is willing to cross the veil with him, only to hit the road right after. I wonder what happened there, anybody wanna ask him about the whereabouts of his friend?

Boring Politics is Boring

by A.T. Jones

Dude, I kinda covered the politics with my magnificent little op-ed up there? I gotta write more about this? We gotta switch some time, JJ. 

Moira’s still dead, and now Pixie Hollow politics are bleeding into the Midnight Underground? This shit is weird. I’m thinking we should start writing in names on the Orator ballot— vote for your bestie, your worstie, your dog for all I care but gimme something to work with, because nothing much has changed in regards to the usual suspects.

Well, actually, Hollis has a new lapdog, Thaddeus has been doing the freak-out tango, Karlha’s got that far away look in her eyes, and I honestly haven’t seen Damian around in like forever. The man’s as mundane as they come, but he’s a hermit now too?

Can someone check in on the man. And can that someone not be me? Not in my job description. Wanna know what is though? Closing arguments...or statements, or whatever. So that’s all folks, we spilled all the tea, and I gotta go, I’m a busy faceless columnist.

See ya around! Me to you, not the other way around. 

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