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genderkoolaid · 4 months
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I think your fight against anti-transmasculinity/anti-transandrophobia and how queer spaces paint masculinity as inherently evil, your posts have actually opened my eyes to alot of what transmascs go thorugh. But as a transfem I was hurt to see that you support spacelazarwolf, someone who has used TERFy arguments that for example include claiming that trans women react to male socialization the same was as cis men react to it, and are therefore "male-brained" or dangerous to be around: https://www.tumblr.com/lesbianchemicalplant/729005502701486080/trans-men-on-here-are-like-trans-women-are-sexist?source=share (I do not agree with the author's view that transandrophobia does not exist)
As a transfem, a group is constantly demonized by the cis world and a lot of feminist spaces as sexual predatory, dangerous men to be around, transmisogynistic arguments that are "backed up" by the fact that we are socialized as male, seeing another trans person use the same argument in order to demean transfems hurts me a lot, makes me more scared of interacting with trans spaces outside of my friend group.
I don't mean this as a call out or nor do I mean to sparkle an internet argument and I hope my worries aren't downplayed, but I think it is necessary to address certain things and we transfems and transmascs should have eachother's interests in mind.
I absolutely understand why you are worried about that post, but that screenshot was taken to specifically cut out the rest of the post & remove all context from what he was saying.
Here is the link to the actual post. Conveniently, the person who took that screenshot cut out the literal next sentence, which is "we all, regardless of agab, grow up exposed to sexism and misogyny, and we’re all affected by it in one way or another."
The reason he is specific about transfems is because he is responding to some tags which say that all "afabs" (referring to trans men talking about their experiences with misogyny) are biologically "smug" and "insufferable" & how he has seen transfemmes use bioessentialism towards other trans people in ways which are blatantly misogynistic, and hiding behind the defense that they themselves are women. The final paragraph of the post is this:
"i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: trans people who were assigned male at birth are not somehow inherently more capable of sexism than people who were assigned female at birth. everyone is capable of sexism. but they are also not exempt from perpetuating sexism and misogyny just because they are trans, and they have just as much of a responsibility to unlearn it as the rest of us do. do not use being trans as a shield from consequences when you say things that uphold oppressive systems."
The post you linked isn't just reading between the lines, they specifically cut off all context and put words in his mouth about "dangerous male socialization" that he actively clarifies he disagrees with in the post itself. He never says anything about transfems reacting the same way cis men do, or being socialized male or having male brains or being dangerous to be around. He is very clear that this is a universal problem to all people, and all trans people, and everyone needs to be active in unlearning misogyny because it is taught to everyone.
I don't blame you at all for being concerned about this, but the linked OP is actively warping the truth to justify the argument that belief in transandrophobia existing is inherenty anti-transfem.
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lana-writes · 5 months
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Last Night Alive - AstarionxGN!Tav
Word Count: 1.9k
Rating: General
Tags/Warnings: hurt/comfort, some brief kissing, mentions of intimacy, descriptions of canon typical violence,
SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR ACT 3
Summary: The night before the final battle, Tav struggles to put the images from the temple of Bhaal from their mind as they worry about what the fight to come will bring. Their lover Astarion isn't sure how to comfort them but he wants to try. They end up reflecting on their journey together and making plans for the future.
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The fight against Orin was as bloody as they had expected. Her stone was theirs, nestled safely alongside the other two in Tav’s pack. The Elder Brain was growing restless and defiant, closer than ever to breaking free. With the Netherstones in their possession, all that lay before them was to defeat the brain itself. The end of their journey was drawing nearer by the moment and now it was almost in sight. 
For now though, Tav, Gale, Wyll, and Shadowheart dragged themselves back into the Elfsong Tavern, bloodied, wounded, and exhausted. It should be joyous news that they were so close to victory but they met their companions in camp with a mix of dread and cautious confidence. They’d defeated all their enemies thus far, save for the one at the heart of this whole debacle and it was sure to be their biggest challenge yet. 
The Elder Brain was an urgent problem to be sure, but none of them were in the right shape to face it now. A good long rest would set them up as best they could be to face it. Tomorrow they would face the greatest evil they’d ever known and they’d save Baldur’s Gate or they’d die trying. It was the prospect of the latter that kept most of them on edge that night. As they split up to rest and lick their wounds and heal themselves as best they could, a layer of unease settled over all of them. It was time to get themselves and their affairs in order, just in case.
Tav let Halsin heal the greater of their wounds and tended to their other smaller injuries herself. They settled on their bed, sitting with their back to the wall. A few of the others had already gone to sleep in the far room. A few others sat in the center of the rooms by the fire eating and talking quietly of adventures past. 
Their head leaned back against the wall as they rested their eyes and tried desperately to push the images of the Bhaal temple from their mind. They were unfortunately failing. Each poor soul whose body they saw was burned into their mind and the sheer number of them brought tears to their eyes now. They were clenching their eyes shut, trying to force the haunting images away when they felt the bed shift beside her. They knew who it was before they felt his cool hand touch theirs. Slowly, they opened their eyes and looked at him. 
Astarion sat beside them with a concerned look on his face. They could tell he was trying to think of something clever or funny to say but he was coming up short. His hand covered theirs and squeezed it a little reassuringly. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated for a moment.
“So– how was it?” was all he could muster. This wasn’t a time for jokes or mischief, anyone could see that. Shaking their head, they blinked tears from their eyes and made a face, thinking of the stench of death and evil about the place, the sheer number of bodies mutilated and put on display, and the never ending rivers of blood. They started to speak but stopped and shook their head again. 
“It was– the most evil place,” they said finally in nearly a whisper. 
“That’s saying something,” he said, “for all the places we’ve been. Still you made it out alive and Orin is no more.” 
“Yeah,” they said grimly, pausing as Yenna crossed their mind. “At least– at least Yenna didn’t– at least I hope she didn’t suffer too much.”
“My poor, sweet pet,” he began, “I doubt I’ll ever see the world quite as you do, but it does pain me to see you like this.” They leaned into him a little. 
“I can’t mourn every child or animal or friend that we lose,” they said, sniffling and wiping their face with the back of their free hand. “We have more important things to do. There will be time after all of it is done and behind us.” 
“Exactly,” he smiled, hopeful they could put the horrors of the day behind them. “When all this illithid business is behind us, we can do as we please and go where we please, hopefully with less people trying to kill us at every turn.” They smiled a little, trying to imagine what life for them might be like beyond tomorrow but the Elder Brain loomed in their mind. They had no idea what to expect from that fight except they knew that it would be long and hard. A battle for not only Baldur’s Gate, but for Faerûn, for the whole world. 
“If I should fall tomorrow,” they began.
“No,” he snapped. 
“But if I die–”
“No,” he said a little stronger, silencing them, before continuing in a hushed tone. “No, because if you’re gone then— I am too.” They turned to look at him, shifting where they sat. He glanced around to see if anyone heard him. Satisfied that their conversation was theirs alone, he continued a little softer. “I won’t– I– Once the tadpoles are gone, I can only assume that I’ll be forced back into the shadows and that is unbearable enough but to go back to a world without light and without you–” he paused. Fear and misery filled his eyes at the thought of such a bleak world. He let them see it, let them fill in the blanks in his statement. “I’ve fought too hard to feel alive again for any chance at happiness to disappear just as I can begin to taste it,” he added, beginning to smile. “For the first time in more than two hundred years, I want to live. And I want you. A life with you. That is what I’m fighting for now.” His hopeful loving smile shifted towards something more determined and nearly aggressive, “And I will be damned if I let anything take that from me.” They smiled back at him as they let his resolve become theirs. They brought a hand up to touch his cheek. 
“What will we do?” they asked. 
“What do you mean?” 
“When it's all over. When you and I can do as we please,” they said. He smiled again with the softest look in his eyes, a look he doesn’t show anyone else but her. 
“Well, whatever you like,” he said, “And isn’t that a wonderful thing?” Their smile grew a little as they leaned into him, letting him wrap an arm around their shoulders while their own arm snaked its way around his chest. 
“What do you want to do first?” they asked. 
“I should like to have a long, hot bath, a comfortable bed in a private room, and you,” he said, leaning his cheek against their head, “ to do anything we please away from anyone else.”
“Time to rest,” they mumbled. “Time together without a ticking time bomb in our brains. That would be nice.” 
“After that,” he began, “Who’s to say? We make a good team though. We’ll find some new endeavor to put our minds to. Hopefully one that doesn’t involve the possible ruin of the whole Sword Coast.” 
“Yeah,” they agreed, nodding gently. “Maybe we’ll help Detective Valeria some more. I’m sure there’s no shortage of murders to solve in this city, or missing children to find.” They weren't serious about the idea but it was a possibility, just a thought that they had. He didn’t respond at first. “We don’t have to do that. If that’s too wholesome for you, that is…” they added. 
“No,” he said gently, almost somberly, “I think that’s a very good idea. After all, we’ve already proven to be quite good at it.” He paused and they could tell he was thinking of something else. 
“What is it?” they asked.
“I used to wonder if anyone ever came looking for me. I don’t know when I stopped. Cazador always insisted no one did and for a very long time, I believed him. I shouldn’t have but I did. I thought I was just another young soul lost to the monsters that lurk in the dark with no one left to search for me. No one deserves that,” he explained. Tav lifted their head and leaned back to look at him. A sorrowful but determined expression lingered on his face but they smiled.
“You know, the vampire I met in the wilderness would say you were weak,” they meant it as a compliment.
“He didn’t feel the way that I do now,” he replied, a gentle smile growing on his lips and in his eyes. 
“And how is that?” 
“Stronger,” he smiled, “and happier than I have been in nearly two centuries, all thanks to you.” Tav furrowed theirbrows as they listened to him. “Without you, I could still very well be wandering about in fear of the tadpole in my head or worse, I could have become a victim of the Absolute cultists or even worse still, some hunter might have dragged me back to Cazador,” he explained. “You rescued me and you helped me again and again in so many ways. You showed me that I could be different, that I could be free. You believed in me. I’m very grateful for that. And it’s because of you that I have the hope that we can do this at all. After everything that’s happened and all we’ve overcome, the end is finally in sight and I’m proud to face it with you.” Tav felt tears pricking at their eyes as they gazed back at him. They’d rarely seen him so tender and so resolute.
“I’m so proud of you,” they whispered, “the man you are, that you’ve become.” Their hand came up to cup his cheek again as their eyes locked with his. “There’s no one I’d rather stand shoulder to shoulder with tomorrow. And there’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my days with.” He smiled and leaned into their touch, relishing the warmth of their hand. 
“Then it’s settled,” he grinned, “tomorrow, we’ll save the world and then the two of us will ride off into the sunset together.” They let out a chuckle and leaned into him. 
“We’ll spend the rest of our days making love and rescuing the innocent from the monsters that lurk in the night,” they added. 
“Sounds like an excellent plan to me,” he agreed, leaning in to press his lips to theirs. Their hand slid back into his hair as he kissed them. 
They both knew this could still be their last night alive but if there was anything Astarion had learned from Tav and from this journey, it was that they couldn’t have achieved any of it if they didn’t think they could in the first place. He didn’t think he could be free from Cazador but he was. He didn’t think he could have ever really, truly fallen in love with someone and yet he has. Time and again, Tav’s belief in him, as well as the rest of their traveling party, led them to achieve things they thought at minimum improbable and at most downright impossible, but here they were, facing the impossible. Tomorrow, they would face one of the most dangerous entities in existence and he really felt in his bones that they would come out of it alright. More than that, they might even get the chance to live happily ever after. 
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cosmo--raptor · 16 days
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Power Ranger Colors and What They Mean (According to the TTRPG)
I got my hands on the core rulebook for the Power Rangers Essence20 TTRPG and I wanted to share the information in both the core rulebook and the A Jump Through Time expansion book pertaining to the Morphin Grid colour spectrums. The Morphin Grid chooses rangers based on their distinctive personality, with the spectrum selected being best suited to them.
All text in quote marks is directly pulled from both the Power Rangers Roleplaying Game Core Rulebook and the Power Rangers Roleplaying Game: A Jump Through Time sourcebook.
Red Spectrum: The Leaders
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"Born leaders and warriors through and through, candidates chosen to embody the noble spirit and fighting prowess that each Red Ranger uses to stand proud and strong in the front lines of their Ranger teams. They are fearless fighters that show their teammates how to defend the Morphin Grid personally. Ready with their firsts, their blades, and an inspiring show of leadership, Red Rangers are almost always the first into a fight.
Stand Tall and Fierce! Red Rangers personify the kind of proud nobility and martial skill prowess it takes to lead a Power Ranger team. Subtlety and subterfuge are not the kinds of skills that tend to be important to a Red Ranger, as their candidates are chosen for their ability to think on their feet and solve problems directly rather than trying to find ways around them. Red Rangers are, by no means, unintelligent or ignorant. They just tend to excel at taking trouble head on.
Always Ready to Help. The strength and sanctity of the Power Ranger team is, at their core, where a Red Ranger draws its strength. Their fighting styles revolve around teaming up on enemies, dealing decisive blows after a teammate has softened them up, and either serving as the core of a team's Grid Zord Megaform, or alternatively, standing back to back on their own fighting Zord with a Megaform made up of the rest of the team!
A Long and Noble Line. Stretching as far back as to when the Morphin Grid has needed them, Red Rangers have had a place on their most successful champion teams. Across dimensions and across time, those noble warrior leaders have all had the same ideal embossed on their very core: the team comes first, and its enemies cannot be allowed to harm its members. Even if a Red Ranger has had to put themselves directly on the line in the name of their teammates, they would do so gladly for the sake of their friends."
Blue Spectrum: The Thinkers
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"Those chosen to embody the energy of the Blue Ranger will be the closest member of the team to the inner workings of the Morphin Grid itself. Candidates for becoming a Blue Ranger are selected for their brains far more than their fighting skills, choosing to use the Morphin Grid's many facets to design all of the tools, technology, and special equipment the team might need. If it runs on the Power within the Grid, the Blue Ranger is likely to be the one to decipher, understand and ultimately help the team wield it against the forces of evil.
Team Technician. Blue Rangers embody the Morphin Grid's ability to design and create constructs and devices using millennia of knowledge from around the universe. They are the most likely member of the team to discover an alien item, piece of technology, or special construct that will help solve the problem or overcome and obstacle. While other teammates might spend their time working on new fighting techniques or Zord maneuvers, a Blue ranger is probably seeking knowledge about the past to better deal with the future.
Brains Over Brawn. Unlike candidates chosen for other colors of Ranger in the Spectrum, people chosen to be Blue Rangers are rarely looked at save for their most basic fighting abilities or combat instincts. Instead, they are chosen for their brilliant minds and the ingenuity they bring to the team. Blue Rangers embody the logical calculation it takes to see a victory and how to achieve it before the first punch is ever laid on a Putty. As a Power Ranger they will have to battle the forces of evil, but they personify the idea of fighting smarter, not harder.
A Stoic Role. For as long as there have been Power Ranger teams, the Blue Ranger has not only been the technician and the inventor for their teammates, but also the stalwart memory of the Morphin Grid itself. The history of all that has gone before flows through the color of the Spectrum and this is personified in not only their abilities and skills, but in the beasts and creatures from which their Zords take shape. They are animals that embody wisdom and mysticism; the triceratops, the unicorn, and sphinx are all infused with the Blue Ranger's energy."
Black Spectrum: The Charmers
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"Rangers that are imbues with the Black energy of the Morphin Grid tend to be social charmers, entertainers, and the real life of the party. They are the personification of team unity, and a lot of what they do helps keep the bonds between members strong and tight. Black Rangers are equally adept at fighting back to back with their friends, showing that the team comes first and always ready to stand up for any part of it.
Dance, Song, Jokes. One collective way that Black Rangers tend to reach their teammates with their special brand of reinforcing positivity is through light-hearted behaviors not commonly found in a staunch warrior. Whether that is through telling one liner jokes, harmless limericks or rhymes, singing pleasant tunes, and maybe even just showing with a little personal dance, Black Rangers connect their team members to themselves and each other.
Good Leaders. When a Ranger more dedicated to leadership, like a Red or White Ranger, isn't available for the team, Black Rangers often step up and take the role. Their dedication to team strength and cooperation put them in a great place to make collective plans, and their teammates rarely have reason to question what motivates a Black Ranger. While they tend to be the glue between their team standing at its forefront is just as natural to them.
Stalwart Anchors. A Black Ranger's Zord, whether it hails from the depths as a Dinozord or even a humanoid Shogunzord or Battle Borg, represent being a defensible root or anchor for the team's other Zords. Animal shapes are often tough, armored, quadruped beasts known for their ability to withstand tremendous adversity. Humanoid Zords are thick-limbed and wield heavier weaponry. Vehicular Zords revolve around being a hard punch, and anvil upon which the other rangers in the team can rely."
Yellow Spectrum: The Artists
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"Chosen for their understanding of the arts, both creative and martial, candidates to accept the power of the Yellow Ranger should be clever, witty, and full of originality. They are fast thinkers and just as fast on their feet, able to judge where best to apply their skills and get there quickly to do so. The Yellow energy of the Spectrum chooses those with adaptable minds and agile hands to wield its power. Yellow Rangers are not the hammer in the toolbox, they are the paintbrush. Instead of apply a direct single solution that may pass or fail in one fell swoop, a Yellow Ranger is drawn to using many smaller applications of their skills to build up to a more certain solution.
Soul of the Team. Where other Rangers of the Spectrum fill certain roles like inventor, leader or supporting healer, Yellow Rangers are like the water in which their boats sail upon. A Yellow Ranger is a friend, a confidante, and always ready to stand shoulder-to-shoulder or back-to-back with one or more of their teammates. Their team can count on them to be there, chipping away at and coming up with solutions for the same problems and obstacles the team might face.
Right Place, Right Time. Speed. Speed is part of what makes a Yellow Ranger able to be in many places at once, and capable of lending their help when it is needed most. Yet this is not the kind of speed that is measured in races and sprints. It is not mere how far they can run, it is the ability to act on the go, and put their skills to good use here, there and anywhere they are needed as they maneuver through a conflict.
Hands On Fighter. Yellow Rangers have the fastest hands and feet on a Power Ranger Team. While other Rangers might hit harder or at a distance, Yellow Rangers are empowered to strike fast and furiously up close. What another warrior might inflict with a single blow that could be turned aside or dodged, these Rangers strike from every different angle. Their foes are worn down in seconds, and they might never have realized where the tidal wave of blows ever even came from."
Pink Spectrum: The Sharpshooters
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"Infused with one of the supporting energies in the Spectrum, Pink Rangers are warriors that specialize in backing up their team from the rear ranks. They are archers, snipers, and markspeople of the highest caliber. When a Pink Ranger is on the team, the rest of their allies can always fight confidently knowing that a Grid-enhanced sharpshooter is watching their back.
Can't Catch Me! Pink Rangers are solid martial artists, but first and foremost they are ranged combat experts with numerous abilities and talents that benefit the team most when they are outside of the reach of an enemy. They are nimble, agile, and often chosen for their gymnastic talents. These skills are perfect for dodging out of trouble's way to get a better vantage point to pick off Putties and Tengas that might threaten their friends!
True Heart. It takes a lot of heart and trust in their teammates to stand in the rear or on the flanks, picking off enemies a few at a time instead of wading in and fighting back to back with their friends. They fill their team with hope and good will; sometimes with words, sometimes with actions. When a Power Ranger looks over their shoulder, whether it is at the local juice bar hanging out or in the middle of a field of Eye Guy's floating minions, and sees their Pink Ranger is watching, they can trust they are in good hands.
Best Defence. Pink rangers are light on their feet and lightly armored within their shell, but their energy and their training makes up for it by simply keeping the enemy from getting their hands on them. They duck and dodge most incoming threats, relying on their teammates to lend a hand when things get thick, but always taking down important targets as they dance, flip, and dart around the battlefield."
Green Spectrum: The Survivalists
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"Possessing a rare wavelength of energy within the Morphin Grid, Green Rangers are the loners and the outsiders. They join with Ranger teams when they can, but still tend to work on the outside of operations and do so in a way to maintain the sanctity of the team concept. Green Rangers are ready for anything, whether they line up as part of a team or if they stand alone against the forces of evil.
Still Part of the Spectrum. The Green Ranger was once unleashed by General Repulsa as a weapon of her own, but it took her ancient arcane powers to do so. This goes to show that the Green Ranger is not a pawn to be pushed around, but instead a powerful part of the Morphin Grid, same as any other. They just might seem to play on their own better than other members of their team. They are the rogues, the wildcards, and they are good at playing by their own rules.
Fight Hard for Victory. Green Rangers, whether they have a Power Ranger Team to fall back upon or not, have an uphill battle to prove themselves worthy of the gift that has been placed upon them. They are skilled fighters that take on threats that entire teams might try and face, normally long enough to get the rest of the team involved to achieve victory. Their fighting styles might be less conventional than other Rangers, but no one would argue that it doesn't get the job done.
Unique Connection. Being apart from the common Spectrum for as long as it had been, the Green energy wavelength has a different and truly unique way that it interacts with the Morphin Grid. It can seamlessly bond with other rangers to be a part of a team, linking its Grid Zord to one or more other members' to form specialized Megazords in some cases, and staying separately devastating when they do battle on their own. It is as if the Morphin Grid itself understands the wildcard nature of the Green Ranger and has adapted to it accordingly."
Orange Spectrum: The Creatives
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"The Orange energy of the Morphin Grid's Ranger Spectrum embraces the power of imagination, inspiration, and artistry. Orange Rangers are filled with personality and creativity, along with the flexibility to improve their team. They tend to be inventors, artists, creators of ideas, and dreamers. Their flexibility lets them fill any need or position on the team, especially if the work allows them to set their creative mind to completing their task in some new and exciting way.
Creativity Rules. The Orange energy of the Grid attaches itself to creative mentalities. It then enhances their ability to think outside the box and gives them the power needed to wield it on behalf of the side of good. They find new ways to accomplish tasks or overcome obstacles, often improvising or taking unorthodox paths.
Team Player. Even though an Orange Ranger excels when working alone due to their powers of creativity, they can also boost the team in many ways. Orange Rangers see the abilities and gifts of their fellow Rangers and, through the power of their part of the Spectrum, find more ways to wield them. When a team is hoping they need a particular proficiency or tool, even if they already have one but need two, an Orange Ranger can figure out a way to make that happen.
One of a Kind. Unlike many other kinds of Ranger, who maintain a physical image like the other team members, those wielding the Orange Spectrum alter their Morphin shell to express their creativity. This sort of individuality is rare for the core elements in the Ranger Spectrum."
Purple Spectrum: The Passionate
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"Purple Rangers wield the power of the Grid through their emotions, primarily fueled by memories. All the hardships they endured, the people they loved, and the camaraderie of the friends they made fuel the forge of power inside every Purple Ranger.
Passion Power. Power Rangers know and understand the benefits of giving in to passion and keeping an emotional connection to all that drives them. Rage and anger can be necessary for enemy conflict, happiness can sweep away stressful hindrances, and the love of a best friend can make anyone a wall of defence when they are in harm's way. These feelings add to a Purple Ranger's power.
Make your mark. Each Purple Ranger draws upon their feelings in different and unique ways. One might lean into their rage and fury, showing their ferocity as an aggressive feel to their Morphed form. Another could stand defiantly in the path of harm, revealing how much they care for their fellows. Exactly how their feelings shape them is different for each Ranger, a sign that the Morphin Grid's energies also listen to their heart.
Always Adapting. The nature of most sapient beings is to feel, and just as feelings can change, so can how a Purple Ranger uses them. They might find roots in their anger or a foundation in the sense of calm, but how they apply those tools can change at a moment's notice. Purple Rangers are fluid and malleable, changing how they need to come at the obstacles and enemies in their way based on the situation and their feelings at the time."
Advanced Spectrum (White): The Purehearted
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"Like the wavelength of light itself that it represents, the White energy of the Morphin Grid is like the raw energy pouring into the prism to be split into the necessary parts for the team to be at its best. There doesn't always have to be a White Ranger on a Power Ranger team, but it goes without saying that the teams that can draw on the pure and just power of their energy are some of the strongest the Morphin Grid has ever known. They are like a two sided-coin. One one side you have a strong and valiant leader, but on the other you have a noble warrior capable of standing against evil on its own.
Elevated Champion. Not just any candidate can become one with the White energy. They need to hold the concept of the Morphin Grid's power close to their hearts and stand is its very champion. White Rangers are not always the leaders of their teams, but they cannot ignore their will and desire to stand at the forefront and protect their teammates. A White Ranger will fight to the bitter end for their friends.
Valiant Leader. White Rangers frequently fall into the role of leading their Ranger teams, and their skills and abilities only augment this. They fight bravely, they defend fearlessly, and they orchestrate their follow Ranger to work together as a better team. The White energy in the Spectrum comes with a strong need to stand against the enemies of good, and those who wield it are often the legends remembered throughout history.
Ranger and Zord as One. Unlike other wavelengths in the Spectrum, White energy focuses itself thought the Grid using unique and powerful relics, like Tommy's beloved tiger-blade, Saba. This somehow connects the inner essence of the White Rangers to their Morphin Grid constructs tighter than that between a normal Ranger's Morpher and their Zord, Borg etc. This is why it seems that White Rangers bring new and special kinds of Zords to fight alongside those of their teams. Their Zords are just as worthy of leading the charge as they are."
B. Steele, T. Storm, E. Teague, Power Rangers Roleplaying Game Core Rulebook (Renegade Game Studios, 2023), 31-60.
B. Steele, J. Kennedy, Power Rangers Roleplaying Game A Jump Through Time (Renegade Game Studios, 2023), 30-36.
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epiclamer · 1 year
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OH HERE IT GOES AGAIN—
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Good, Evil or Incapacitated
When Hero finally had the strength to wake up they groaned with the pain of bright lights overhead infiltrating their eyes. Softer than the LEDs from a medical room or hospital, but the burning was harsh nonetheless as it helped fuel their thumping headache.
Muted music played from a speaker nearby and the sound of someone singing off tune flowed choppily alongside. The smell of beef stew floated through the air as well as a constant clattering of spoon against bowl.
Everything around them felt so far away, like they were underwater and pain was the only receptor in their body that was working.
Shakily, Hero tried to pull themselves up off the couch they were laying on. Their brain cloudily registering that their mask was still on and their suit was in tatters from their chest down. Whatever else was touching their skin was put there by the stranger in the room.
They shivered at the thought of it being one of their enemies. A sadistic fuck that wanted to keep them here forever as their servant and plaything.
A villain that would go to the lengths of saving their life and healing their body, just to hurt them all over again.
Instead, as their body collapsed back against the squeaky sofa, they came face to face with the end of metal baseball bat and a very cautious looking civilian. They flinched and whimpered when it strained their wounds, closing their eyes and turning their head away.
“Don’t. Move.”
Hero didn’t need to be told twice, they were tired enough as it was. Even the slightest of movements were agonizing and exhausting.
They could hear the civilian taking careful steps forwards, the presence of the bat never leaving the hero’s senses. Unconciously their body braced for an attack, but it never came.
“You’re Hero, right?”
The question seemed so out of place in the moment, couldn’t they tell? Wasn’t it obvious with the emblem on their chest?
Hero peeled their eyes back open to a squint, taking a good look at their suit when they realized just how much blood the fabric had soaked up. Maybe the civilian had a point in asking…
“Y-yeah…” They coughed, unable to breathe through the shreds their throat was in from the dryness.
Tentatively, the other pushed a small side table closer. On which sat a glass of fresh water and a few pills that looked like ibuprofen. Hero reached for it with an uncoordinated hand and only spilt about half before it reached their chapped lips.
The civilian seemed unimpressed, lowering the bat slightly when they were sure the hero wasn’t going to be a hazard. Watching closely as the crime-stopper emptied the glass in a second, down their scratchy throat, before giving up and dropping it to the floor with a worn out huff.
“I-I’m on the g-good side, yknow? Y-you can put that thing d-down… I-I won’t hurt you.” Talking felt like a crime in itself, using their only strength to try and defend their innocence when they looked like something straight out of a horror film.
“I don’t care what you are.” The other shrugged, eyeing the hero defiantly. “Good, bad, sad, mad, happy, whatever. I couldn’t care less.”
Hero winced at how loud their voice was to their ears, even if they were sure the civilian was chatting casually it didn’t help their headache. “F-for someone so indifferent—” They grunted as they shifted their position. “Y-you seem awfully a-afraid.”
The civilian didn’t move, a puzzled look in their eyes before it seemed to dawn on them. “Oh, this thing?” They tossed the bat in the air with a spin, barely catching it as it came down. “This is merely to intimidate. At least, it’s harmless until you give me a reason to harm.”
“I c-come in peace…” Hero joked, holding their hands up peacefully but not with ease, they set them back down as the joke fell flat. “I-I’m guessing you d-don’t like supers?”
“Not since one of your little spats blew up my old house. No, never really been a fan.”
If the situation could’ve gotten anymore awkward, it did. Fights between heroes and villains could get bad and destruction was a given at this point, but having to actually encounter the affected was always the hardest part.
Now, they were at their mercy. Hero was beginning to think that a vengeful villain would’ve been a better kidnapper, rather than an angry civilian with a bat.
They couldn’t tell if it was the fever giving them the sweats or their own fear.
And now that they were really looking at it, the weapon was littered with dents and stains. Some brown and faded, others looked like they had been imprinted that same day. Bile rose up their throat when they could see blood that was still sticky coating the end.
“F-freshly used, huh?”
The civilian flipped the bat around effortlessly, one might’ve mistaken it for a dance. They raised their brows at the red before dropping it back to face the hero. “Had to use it this morning on your little friend. Tried to kill me the second they woke up.”
Hero must of visibly paled because the civilian’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. Lazily, they walked over to a door across from where the hero laid, placing a hand on the door handle and turning it. Slowly revealing the room behind it.
“S-Sidekick?”
Through the darkness, Hero could barely make out the shape of an individual, hands tied to the headboard of a bed and white—almost florescent—bandages covering almost every tear in their uniform. At first the only imaginable person it could’ve been was Sidekick, but as their eyes adjusted…
“Say hello to your new roommate; Villain.”
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Actually I'm not done talking about your Ganondorf yet, he's so blorbo/pos, this man wants power but has to put up with so much shit that he makes everyone else put up with his shit too. 10/10 also I would like to kiss him please
FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU AGAIN AAA, SECOND OF ALL you’re so right about this that i ended up…writing many paragraphs of character analysis about him in this regard because this activated something in my brain. like about him inflicting shit on other people because of the shit that’s inflicted on him, and how much i’ve thought about that. i have so many feelings about his shitty personality, i think a fundamental part of why i love him is that he is…literally an asshole and he’s kind of impulsive and often terrible to people for no reason and he’s probably genuinely unbearable to be around even if you are close to him, but i think he is that way by virtue of the COMPLETELY UNREASONABLE REALITY that he lives in?? like.
ok so. i feel like OoT ganondorf is AS unpredictable & unreasonable & unpleasant as the circumstances that he lives with. we’re talking about someone who was not only born into the role of king of a nation that’s been generationally abused by Hyrule since the start of a centuries-long war predating OoT, but he’s also become accustomed to fighting against the Sheikah of that time period, who notably still had an immense technological advantage, and apparently inherit divine knowledge from the gods, and are capable of making evidence of their crimes against humanity just sort of…DISAPPEAR from the sight of most average people??? and also they. fucking invented time travel apparently
one of my favorite bits of really underrated OoT lore is how the Composer Brothers (who you can speak to as ghosts in the Kakariko Graveyard) were hired at some point by the royal family to study the powers of the royal bloodline, and they invented the Sun’s Song, which accelerates time, turns night to day, etc. a form of time travel, in essence. and. canonically. the Composer Brothers committed suicide when they found out ganondorf was going to try to steal their completed research. maybe to prevent him from torturing the the information out of them even if they destroyed it? which is a completely fucking batshit piece of lore that i still cannot believe exists
but imo it also gives a bit more context as to how desperate ganondorf probably was at the heel end of the civil war, or whenever this happened. he was literally having to contend with people who can fucking time travel, and to some extent, alter reality at will, superficially or otherwise. i’m not at all surprised that he has a tendency to 1) hold grudges forever and remember everything that’s ever been done to him, and 2) obsess over stealing the full Triforce, the one chance that any regular mortal has at changing their reality in a fundamental way. i think it’s probably difficult to make real personal connections when you’ve always been constantly at risk of losing anything & everything that you care about, in a way that may or may not affect whether those things had ever existed in the first place
i also feel like he PREFERS to be demonized/label himself really hyperbolic things like the King of All Evil and stuff because it’s…the opposite of what Hyrule does. Hyrule makes itself out to be this Supremely Benevolent Institution That Is Chosen By The Gods And Can Do No Wrong, while simultaneously disappearing its naysayers underground and torturing them and killing them and committing genocide against any territories that refuse to be absorbed under the Hyrulean banner. i don’t think Ganondorf cares whether his actions are necessarily good or evil, but i think that to him, the most abhorrent thing in existence is a thing that claims to be good when it isn’t.
so. he presumably spent his entire early life having to fend off the ever-looming bootheel of Hyrule’s royal family, while their army and their secret police were actively destroying the Gerudo and then gaslighting them all about it on an Existential Level. like. yeah no i think him having immense issues and…projecting the lack of control that he feels onto people around him, and being fully defined by his ambitions to take the triforce, and wanting people to despise him/see him as fundamentally evil, and him being sort of incapable of forming genuine connections with people, is…kinda par for the course with that agdkahkfjagajfhs
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lililovesthings · 5 months
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Power of Love (Part 2) They Fell!
Happy Wednesday! Guess what time it is?
I am aware I may be scraping the bottom of the barrel here but hear me out.
I have already discussed the power of love in the GO Universe (Here) but something just occurred to me about 'The Fall'. I have been immersed in GO Meta for 2 months (obv) and my brain/subconscious has pulled stuff together and come up with something.
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I shall explain (hopefully coherently). Under the cut...
First, some context:
As far as we know, there has only been one 'fall' which is when Lucifer and the gang all fell and Crowley "sauntered vaguely downwards". As far as we know this hasn't happened since.
I have seen it suggested that each angel/demon has a counterpart. i.e. Each angel in heaven has a counterpart demon in hell.
I have talked about the theme of balance of good and evil running through the series.
We've had Armageddon or indeed "Armageddon't" with the son of Satan and now are talking about The Second Coming which we are all assuming has something to do with the child of G-d.
Of course we know that heaven can tamper with memories.
Now here's where my brain went:
All angels and demons started off as the same stock (which we know) then there was a war and all the demons went off to hell.
What I'm thinking is that it wasn't as simple as that.
I think the memory of the war was implanted into the minds of all the celestials but it wasn't consistent. That's why Fur fur remembers fighting alongside Crowley but Crowley does not for example.
The reason is because of The Power of Love.
If each celestial has a counterpart or indeed a 'soul mate' this makes them powerful. The ones in charge can't have that, as I've already said. They need to keep their celestials in line. If they are constantly fighting among themselves, then they don't have time to think about ruling the universe.
They are literally MADE FOR EACH OTHER. Then either Metatron and/or G-d and/or Satan decided that they were too powerful together so they had to be kept apart. So they took half of the celestials and chucked them down to hell. They 'Fell' because they figured out 'Falling in Love'. They literally "FELL" in Love.
Season 1, last episode at the airbase - Gabriel and Beelzebub said '10 million angels/10 million demons put down their weapons and go back to work' or something like that. It's balanced. Each one has a counterpart.
Now the problem is, is that you have to keep angels and demons apart in order to ensure they don't become too powerful. Doesn't really work if they fight, that's not keeping them apart, that's bringing them together.
This is why all wars/battles are planned but are always ultimately thwarted because you have to keep them fighting without actually bringing them together.
The concept of war and rivalry has been implanted in the heads of all the angels and demons, but not consistently. That's why they're all confused. They've implanted false memories in 20 million beings.
It is no coincidence that Azi was there at the beginning of the universe when Crowley created it. They are literally made for each other. I don't think the angels/demons even know that, they just find each other. It's part of the ineffable plan.
So yes Metatron has to keep Azi and Crowley apart, that's why Gabrielle wasn't cast down to hell - can't have him be with Beelzebub but of course it happened anyway. One angel and demon together is fine but any more is a problem. That's why Metatron only turns up with Gab and Beel go off together and why he left Azi and Crowley alone until now.
To paraphrase Metatron: "One time makes a good story, for it to happen twice, makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem."
Any more than that and it will start to catch on, more angels and demons will start hanging out together and we can't have that.
Separate the soul mates, implant false memories, keep them fighting. A house divided against itself can never stand.
Thank you for listening.
Edit: Also, Azi goes by "Mr Fell" I have no idea what to do with that but there we go.
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writing--whore · 1 year
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The Art of Survival - Chapter One
Okay so I have written 5k of the Luis x Reader Hunger Games series (and I'm only like halfway/a quarter of the way through the plot that I have in mind) but before I go any further with the writing and editing, I wanna put the first 1k words to see if people actually like it. So here you go. Plz lmk what you think and if you want more :3
Pairing: Luis Serra x Reader
Summary: Luis is determined to survive the hunger games, which means he cannot allow himself to have a single weakness. And he had none. That was until he laid eyes on you.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: graphic depiction of violence (canon typical for Resident Evil 4 and also The Hunger Games). The violence is committed against you. Canon typical murder of children.
A/N: I re-watched the Hunger Games like a year ago and haven't seen it again since. I'm not going to follow the Hunger Games lore as if it were law. Because A) I don't want to and B) I can't remember it. Please don't come for me. Or do and I'll edit it.
Part One - Part Two
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Throughout the whole ordeal - the training, the social events, the interviews - Luis kept his head down and didn’t speak a word to anyone. He didn’t want to think about his chances of getting out of here alive. And he certainly didn’t want to think about how he would have to murder all 23 other contestants if he wanted to live. He’d committed enough atrocities by creating la plagas. A part of him thought this was karma; he deserved to die after what he had done. And yet, when faced with the very real likelihood of death, he realised that he was much more selfish and cowardly than he’d originally thought. He realised that he wanted to live. 
He chose not to think about it. He didn’t want to face his ugly instinct to survive and what he would have to do if he wanted to return home. Which is why he didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone else. He didn’t want to humanise his opponents. 
But he had eyes and he had ears. No matter how much denied and ignored the situation, numerous pieces of information still infiltrated his brain. For instance, he noticed that Y/N was the weakest opponent. She was the smallest, she was the weakest and she didn’t even seem to possess one single skill that would be helpful in the arena. For as much as he tried to uproot it, a seed of sympathy had planted itself in his heart. None of this was fair. People like her should not be pitted against… well, people like him. 
He certainly wasn’t the strongest here but he was far from the weakest. He was decently tall, decently strong. He knew he had a great aim and that he was exceptionally bright. And after fighting the Los Illuminados, he thought he had a pretty good grasp on the act of survival. 
There was one final banquet where all the contestants dined together. He couldn’t handle it. Everyone was so fake, trying to make pleasant conversation when they knew a blood bath loomed on the horizon. He scoffed up his food and chose to take a walk instead. 
The cool air hit his face and he sighed with relief. The peace was short lived; his ears attuned to a nearby sound of crying. His feet trod silently along the gravel, following the sound until he spied the source. Someone was curled up behind a hedgerow, letting out helpless sobs. It was Y/N. 
His feet continued along the path. He buried the sympathy, he buried the shame. Those weren’t emotions he was capable of possessing anymore. 
So why then was he haunted by her face when he was trying to get to sleep that night? 
He recalled being forced to watch the footage of the other contestants getting reaped, and the way all of the colour drained from Y/N’s face when her name was called. He recalled seeing her taking great gulping breaths before the live interviews, each one shorter than the last like she was forgetting how to breathe. 
He groaned and wiped a hand across his face. She should not be here. She should not be fated to a certain and brutal execution. But more importantly, he should not be thinking about this. He had to focus on himself. It was the only way to win. 
That’s exactly what he did. As he stood in the arena, facing his contestants in a circle, he thought only of saving his own skin. This was it. The games were about to commence. His heart drilled against his chest. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, he had learnt to hone it, to sharpen his senses while forgoing any mindless panic. 
The contestants eyed each other up, trying to unnerve the other. Luis simply didn’t look. He focused on the cornucopia straight ahead. He knew he’d be able to run fast enough and he would be much better off if he could claim a weapon. 
So as the countdown hit zero, he legged it, shoulder barging others out of the way. A solid iron pipe caught his eye. It would keep his attackers at arms length and it would be skilled at wielding it. He snatched it and ran, holding it poised against his shoulder in a way that made others afraid to take their chances with him. 
He dived into the thick of the forest, picking a random direction and sprinting as fast as he could. No thoughts entered his mind besides the command to keep on running until he couldn’t run anymore. 
Laughter cut through the tree trunks a few feet ahead, followed by high pitched shrieks. His feet dug into the mud as he went to veer around the source of the noise. But through the leaves, he spotted Y/N. She was crawling through the leaves on her hands and knees but two kids from district 9 dragged her back into the clearing; two cats toying with their prey. 5 minutes into the games and these kids were already focused on sadism rather than survival. 
The district 9 boy easily flipped her onto her back and straddled her, ending her ability to struggle. His fist raised in the air and pounded her face. 
Adrenaline shot up Luis’ spine. He wasn’t even aware that he was emerging through the brush. Nor that his arms had sparked to life and were lifting the pipe over his head. It was an automatic, emotionless act, he told himself as he swung. 
A sickening crack echoed throughout the trees as the boy’s skull snapped open. Rivers of blood ran down the back of his head. 
The district 9 girl screamed - raw with grief - and took off running in the opposite direction. 
The boy fell to one side, half on top of Y/N. She propelled her legs, trying to scrabble away from the weight trapping her. Luis was reminded of a bunny caught in a fist.  
Horror flashed in her eyes when she caught him watching her. Blood had sprayed across his cheek, painting him as a killer. It gave her the fuel she needed; one more kick and she was free. She scurried away, kicking up fallen leaves and very nearly tripping over her own feet.
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He dreamt of her that night. He dreamt that he was a ghostly spectator, floating around the clearing as the district 9 kids took it in turns to beat her. They didn’t let up. His heart tore itself to sheds to hear her cries as her face was marred with deep black bruises. There was nothing left of his heart when her cries turned to silent defeat. She wasn’t going to get out of this. And no one was coming to help her. 
Their punches didn’t let up even as her face turned into an unrecognisable pulp. 
“Stop!” He wanted to call out but had no voice.
He wanted to break their hands, claw out their eyes. But he could not act.
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soupbabe · 2 years
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stu macher x cannibal reader 😳😳😳 like he’s just so excited to meet someone as fucked up and evil as him
Stu Macher x Cannibal! Reader Headcanons
Anon when I saw this I went feral omg I love ur mind !! I really loved writing this one💪💪 this concept will forever be in my mind
- It's literally so hard to hide your secret from him
- Stu is annoyingly nosey, he's the first one to realize you always brought your own lunch and were really defensive
- He loved making a game out of stealing your food and laughing at your misery
- "Whatcha hiding Y/n? You have body parts in there or something?"
- If only he knew
- There were times he's successfully stolen bites of your lunch, but you'd rather die then tell him the truth
- Contrary to popular belief, Stu wasn't an idiot and it didn't take long for him to get suspicious
- You being overly protective of your food? The way you don't host anything at your place? Your dislike of Silence of the Lambs?
- It's like you were begging for someone to get into your business, he had to figure out what was going on
- He didn't even tell Billy what was going on, Stu's best plan of action was to break in as Ghostface
- Even if nothing happens, Stu never misses an opportunity to give a close friend a near death experience <3
- Without Billy, the Ghostface bit is a lot more clumsy and straight to the point so it didn't take long before you found the masked figure
- Stu was very impressed by your strength and ability to land a couple of (minor) hits, who knew you were so good with a knife?
- But everything goes out the window when the fight finds itself in the bathroom with a bloody body in an ice bath
- As soon as Stu found the body he was pinned against the counter with his mask off, revealing pink cheeks and a crazed smile
- It surprises you how relaxed and excited (?) Stu was upon everything clicking in his brain, mumbling out a small "I knew it" and mentioning that Billy owes him some money
- Once he knows your little secret he's all about it and puts the moves on you even more than he already did
- He brings out such a twisted behavior within you and you both love it
- You used to be more dignified about your food and methods, but now Stu has you two staying the nights at each other's houses taking turns chopping up victims and talking about various methods
- It's no surprise Stu would be open to your diet, he's always said how much he loved Texas Chainsaw Massacre
- You two have the most fucked up dates of hunting for food
- Literally seeing anyone hot covered in blood gets Stu weak in the knees already, but you also providing him a warm meal afterwards too?? Kiss him already
- And you do
- You both have most definitely made out covered in blood <3
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alasse-earfalas · 1 year
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"Why does this fandom have to create so much angst all the time? The games were fun, right? Let the boys be happy!"
While I generally, wholeheartedly agree with and love the, "maybe it was an adventure" viewpoint, I've been thinking recently about why, for example, so much of what I write is angst. The short answer is projection, but I wanted to dive deeper. Why these boys, specifically? Why not some other characters from some other fandom? Why would I take such happy bois from such happy games and angst them into oblivion?
It's fun to push buttons. To swing an imaginary sword. Play fighting against invisible foes is fun, because there's no real mortal danger involved. At the end of the day, The Legend of Zelda is a video game series. A video game series that wants to be fun, that wants to sell the joy of adventure, the accomplishment of saving the day and being the hero. And those are valid! I definitely think those are key aspects of their journeys and should be included in fanworks, featured even!
But... That's not the whole story. Pushing buttons from the comfort of your sofa is one thing. Actually, physically being there, experiencing the exertion and adrenaline and injuries of combat, the pressure of actual time relentlessly ticking by (no pausing, no saving and quitting the game, no infinite tries against difficult enemies) as the world slowly inches towards its doom... Those would be very real for the boys, who, in a sense, live in those worlds.
Remember Dead Hand? Redeads? Guardians? Some other boss or monster that gives you all the nightmares? Think about how terrifying they are when your life isn't on the line. When you can pause the game, turn off the console, get up and go do something else. Simulated fear and actual, life-threatening terror are very different. Your body and brain make darned sure to remember when your life is on the line and make very very sure that you don't ever want to try that again.
But the Links do.
They try, they fight, they soldier on. They don't give up and they don't give in. How many of us would do the same, were our lives actually on the line like theirs would be? How exhausted would we be? How many of us would end up breaking down, literally unable to continue the journey ahead of us? How much worse, more vivid and debilitating, would those nightmares be?
And yet, there is joy.
They smile, they laugh, they wonder at their surroundings. They offer a helping hand to those around them, kick back and relax with mini-games, and take time to explore their beautiful world. Their trials, though horrific, do not break them. Because that is what it means to have a Hero's Spirit in this world of LoZ: no matter what happens, no matter what or how much they suffer, they will. Not. Ever. Break.
They won't become jaded. They'll still see the joy in life. They won't ever give up, won't ever have to. They will always defeat evil in the end because they will always overcome whatever is thrown at them. Up to and including death itself.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could say the same?
I can't speak for everyone, but I angst these fine young men primarily because I want to explore how an unbreakable soul would handle my horrors, my problems, my struggles and inner turmoil, and still come out okay on the other end. How do they manage it? If an "unbreakable spirit" is the rule, how does that look? How does that work?
What can I learn about myself by putting these guys through hell?
The light is made brighter to our eyes after suffering in darkness. Anguish and pain carve out the depths of the soul required to feel exquisite joy. These young men, these little boys, these heroes aren't happy in spite of the horrors they've suffered.
They're able to experience that joy precisely because they've suffered.
So yes, let the boys be happy. Let them laugh. Let them have fun. But always remember: There is no true joy without the experience of pain.
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I woke up today and chose horny.
It was a stupid bet. Anyone with more than two brain cells knows not to challenge Ghost. At anything. Period.
But Soap is stupid, and well, in all fairness, really horny when it comes to Ghost, to challenge him at what he became a legend for. And now Soap’s lying in the dirt on one of the shooting ranges of the base, Ghost a couple of metres away and Soap’s losing. Badly.
That’s not to say that he isn’t an excellent sniper, but it’s the bloody Ghost he’s up against. There’s a reason they are drawing a crowd.
Ghost’s also lying prone, almost casual without his full gear, just camo pants and a t-shirt, skeleton gloves caressing his AW-50 more tender than he’s ever been with Soap. It’s not that he minds exactly, but Soap didn’t even know Ghost was capable of such gentleness before he saw him with his rifle. It’s obscene.
The distraction doesn’t help either, broad shoulders and thick arms straining the army green of his shirt sleeve. Anyone else and Soap would think they are showing off, Ghost simply needs this much space to exist. He’s loose, like he could stay there for hours. Which Soap knows he can, the dip of his back and the swell of his arse in a perfect curve to not put strain on any of his muscles. His thighs are spread and Soap wants to crawl between them and never come out. It’s everything he would get if he could beat Ghost.
The targets are half a mile away - a challenge in itself - and it’s windy. Windy as in they are pointing guns in completely fucking unrelated directions.
And Ghost sill manages to hit the mark. Not a headshot, but still pretty damn deadly. Soap’s trying to keep up, but they all have only a round left and all Ghost needs is another hit, anywhere, and Soap wouldn’t even have a chance.
Ghost swings his rifle around and shoots at nothing in particular. He smirks over at Soap - through the skull mask and balaclava, but at this point Soap doesn’t need to see his face to know what’s going on on it.
“Oops. Looks like you still have a chance, Sergeant. Only need a kill shot.” Ghost spreads his legs more, wiggles his arse and Soap stops fighting his own body. He can take the bloody shot with an erection.
“Not helping, Lt.” Soap growls back and Ghost huffs out a laugh. It grates on his nerves, because that’s as much evil cackling as Ghost will ever allow himself. He’s so bloody proud of how much of a fucking tease he is.
“My services don’t come cheap, gotta work hard for them Johnny.” Ghost sounds almost playful, still deep and rumbling and Soap has to remind himself that he’s been trained to withstand psychological torture.
“I’m going to fucking wreck your throat, Simon. Then I’m going to put my whole fist up your arse. Wipe that smug smirk off your face.” Soap groans, pushing his hips down to release some tension and takes aim.
Boom. Headshot.
Ghost keeps on smirking.
sgjkkfstfslt soap needing to remind himself he can withstand torture. like yeah buddy you can do it i believe in u 🙏
also this line “Anyone else and Soap would think they are showing off, Ghost simply needs this much space to exist.” whew 😳
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canadianroach · 7 months
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I’m making this post in regards to the situation that is my account.
It’s no secret that I’ve struggled with my mental health, I’ve struggled for years but it’s not something I’m extremely open nor proud of. I’m sure you’ve seen the my post talking about k*lling myself or maybe even the ones talking about poems. It’s come to my attention that I’ve worried many of you, I’d love to let you know that I am ok! I’m currently receiving help. This being said is also like to say that I’ll be taking a break from this app. It’s nothing against the people on this app, in fact you’ve been nothing but welcoming to me since I joined! I’ve made many friends who I’ve grown to love over the last few months. I finally found a group of people who understood me, welcomed me, and loved me. It was an overwhelming feeling and experience but one I wouldn’t trade for the world. I will admit that there is a lot of hate and evil on this app as well as the kindness and love. There’s things you don’t see, things that happen behind close doors. I’ve experienced some of this hate, tho it’s not the reason I’m taking a break! I’m only mentioning this so I can warn others, everyone who’s reading this, I want you to be kind, hug a friend, talk to one, give ‘em’ a compliment! Be a kind person! Now speaking of kind people, I want to thank a few people.
@yankstrash thank you for coming to every party I’ve thrown, it means a lot!
@patosduck soupy! My pookie, I love you smmmm!! Thank you for making me laugh 24/7.
@fattyhughes the fattest of the Hughes siblings. Thanks for rocking hot pink wigs with me everyday.
@crazy4smitty TELLY MONSTER!! Thank you for literally responding to everything I send you, and for dealing with all the shit that’s happened to me this year.
@telly’s boyfriend Tyler, thanks for letting me bully you, I still am waiting to fight you.
@kmercer my child Nate! Literally the funniest human on earth (and secretly a kitty) thank you for putting up with me!
@luvsshughes thank you for entertaining me with your random questions and opinions!
@viennajoell idk what I need to thank you for… you piss me off but I love you. Keep being a petty bitch.
@kara, I know your not here anymore but I’m definitely thankful that when you were here you’d always make me feel better when I was upset.
@shy4turcs2 half the time I think we share a brain cell 🤷‍♀️
That’s everyone I can think of for now….! If I forgot to put your name just know I’m thankful for you and all you’ve done for me. This app has been a blessing in itself and I would ask for better. For now I’ll be chilling with a bean boy, just remember if anyone needs anything my messages and asks are always open.
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aita-blorbos · 7 months
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AITA for helping my boyfriend resurrect a murderer?
So, for context, I (22M) and my boyfriend (28NB) are scientists- though, I'm more into the robotics and CS side of things, while he's like. A straight-up health professional. We run a lab together since the previous owner did a bunch of bad shit and got herself banished from the timeline.
Turns out, while the lab was getting raided, one of her lackeys got murdered (which is putting it lightly. dude was basically turned into paste). That itself is fine, whatever, but my boyfriend has been making a project out of reviving people ever since he learned how to, I think he's trying to summon the god of death or something? So he thought it'd be interesting to revive the dead lackey.
Since he was pretty homicidal before, my boyfriend asked me to kinda….. fuck around with his brain a bit. To make him nicer. Wasn't that hard, honestly, I had to do something kinda similar to myself after the aforementioned evil scientist turned me into a cyborg and fucked up the code in my brain (long story). It was kinda fucked up, but the guy was an unrepentant murderer, so I couldn't really let myself feel too bad about it.
It seemed to work, too, until he almost killed a guy we were fighting against in a tournament. I managed to stop him in time, but man, I feel REALLY bad about putting him in danger. My boyfriend and I both apologized to him as much as we could, but he's still rightfully pretty upset.
Thing is, I can't actually tell what went wrong? My code was foolproof, the dead guy shouldn't have had ANY homicidal urges whatsoever. According to his brainwaves during the incident, it seems like he was influenced by some outside force, but I have NO clue what it was.
Uh anyway. I guess. Did I fuck up by letting this happen?
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Mimic Chapter 24
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The aftermath of the license exam brings unexpected secrets to be revealed and trust to be tested.
Words- 7349
Reader x MHA (Platonic)
Warnings: Injury, fighting, major angst, just lots of feels
Hero and Villain. Good and Evil. Society has painted a clear picture of the two. Be seen agreeing to the villains and you’re seen as a sympathizer, show mercy as a villain and you’re seen as a traitor. Two men on the further side of each scale. The true hero and the true villain are destined to battle till heroes prevail or villains rise up. All while sharing the past of one that created the quirk for the other. All For One and One For All. The power to take and give and the power of its past users.
“This place is so restrictive…All Might.” The true villain says chained like a wild animal though lacking eyes is almost glaring into the true hero.
“Say..my back gets itchy, so I try to scratch it against the chair. In that instant, the turrets all around the room lock on to me. They’re constantly monitoring m vital signs and brain waves. The second I even think about using a quirk…my life is forfeit.” All For One says the prison he is trapped in with the slightest sign of resistance leads to a bullet in the head.
“Deep underground. Constantly monitored. Guarded by layer upon layer of security…it’s how they dispose of the broken, like me. Our society calls this place Tartarus, from greek mythology. It’s the name of a deity representing hell itself. Even I would have a tough time struggling against this particular god.”
“No. You can’t get out at all.” All Might says sat across from the villain a pane of glass probably strong enough to withstand a missile separating him from his enemy. The old hero costume of his younger hangs from his body like when a child wears clothes that are too big for him. A sign to say he is still a hero despite having no quirk run through his veins.
“Believe what you want. Why have you come?” All For One says, “Where’s Gran Torino? Or are you on your own? I assume the costume is your way of clinging to lingering regrets? Or no, don’t tell me…you’re still playing the hero?” He grins at the cold face of the former hero.
“You talk too much.”
“Humor me!” He laughs, “I haven’t had a real conversation in what feels like forever.”
“Where is Shigaraki?” All Might cuts to the chase done with the stupid formalities his enemy has put up, his way of trying to get any reaction out of him whether it be annoyance or anger.
“Dunno.” He says, “Unlike yours, my chick has left the nest.” A grin grows on his face, “Well, one seems to admit to leaving the nest. Tell me do you sense it?” All Might clenches his fist under the table, he was well aware of the divide growing between you and himself. He thought everything was going until that one night. He was with Aizawa discussing the plans for the summer when Young Iida had rushed in, breathless and frantic. He felt his heart stop hearing your name come through his lips and then seeing you. Frozen in your mind as you seized while Young Todoroki scarred your skin to get you to awake. Then it was when you stood before him just mere feet away but what felt like miles apart.
“My last name is Shimura…isn’t that right All Might?”
“I wouldn’t keep secrets from you…You’re someone I trust.”
You had said that to him, he could feel it…through the ghost feeling of One For All or just as a man watching their child grow up, but this growth is cold and a split forms. You knew he could tell. About your quirk, about Shigaraki, who you were and who you were meant to be. And as it gets wider and wider until it can’t handle it,
“As would I, Young Shimura.” He wasn’t.
And it snaps.
“You were there. Every time…she grows stronger as she always was meant to be because of me pulling further from the light you so desperately try to keep her in. She fears it less and less, the more she accepts it the more fearful you’ve become.” All For One says and All Might glares at him
“I’m not fearful of her strength.”
“Oh, but you are!” All For One laughs, “You can’t handle it, you die inside seeing her use my power and not yours. Seeing Nana Shimura’s grandchild wield your sworn enemy’s quirk makes you cringe. If you could have her never use her quirk just so she didn’t become me you would have done it already.” All Might looks down at his hands, his sworn enemy knew exactly what buttons to press.
Every time you used any quirk regarding All For One he couldn’t help but be fearful, what if you slip up and All For One gains control. Or what if you leave. Find Shigaraki and join him, reunite with your brother and let All For One fester and grow until you become unstoppable alongside Shigaraki.
“What do you? What did you want?” All Might says, “You surpassed your human limits. You might have lived forever with that body…instead, you squandered your gifts on manipulation. Exploitation. Toying with people. What did you hope to achieve?”
“This is hardly a productive discussion.” He says, “I could tell you, but you’d never accept it. There are always people who just refuse to understand. We’re the same. You and I. You looked up to heroes who stood for justice…while I looked up to the devil. Simple as that. I held on to my ideals…and acquired the power to embody them. I would have spared no effort to live forever in a world shaped by those ideals.”
“So why set up a successor..?” All Might says, there had to be a reason for All For One to collect both you and Shigaraki has the boy become a successor and you some kind of vessel.
“Really? You’re asking me that?” All For One cackle as it fills the empty room, “I love it! Because you stole everything away from me, of course!! Look at this body. These tubes are the only things keeping me alive. My ideals had unlimited potential until you put an end to my designs.”
“When people know the end is near they leave legacies. Think about it. All the houses and buildings are everywhere. Even the food we choose to eat would be different. It all passes from one person to the next. I was just trying to do what everyone else does.”
“Three more minutes, All Might..” A voice from the speakers calls out and that seems to make All For One frantic.
“No, Wait! You can’t do this to me. I want to talk. More…” He seems to pause before relaxing, “Ah, right of course. I imagine society is shocked by your sudden retirement. But how’re things going really?”
“There’s an embargo on all information from the outside world. We ask you to divulge anything carelessly…” The same voice from the speaker breaks in on the conversation.
“Right.” All Might nods and All For One frowns,
“What a shame…But…I have a hunch. Right about now, the media’s probably going on about how concerns over your retirement and the people’s reticence to accept your replacement, Endeavor, warrant a renewed unification of hero society. Meanwhile, others can sense the growing unease. Those in the shadows who never really supported heroes are starting to mobilize. They’re teaming up, thinking that they, too, have a shot at changing how the world works.” All For One says,
“I’m sure Tomura and his people are still lying low…waiting and getting a good look a the other groups rising to power, hoping to spread their influence. And I bet some of those villain groups are even butting heads. That’s probably how things are at the moment right? Assuming all my machinations are going according to plan. Let’s keep in mind, though that it’s really all thanks to your retirement and the public face you used to wear.”
“But you can’t save people anymore, “All For One grins feeling the growing anger coming from All Might, “All you can do is watch in horror at the explosion of villain activity that you caused. I picture you living out your remaining years cursing your own powerlessness. But tell me, really…How does it feel?” The sudden movement from All Might as the chair screeches back.
“That’s close enough, All Might.” The voice warns him, the tension between the two thick.
“Yes. People get angry when their true feelings are perceived! Yet here you are, unable to even punch me. What a shame.” All For One grins seeing the frustration in her nemesis.
“Don’t assume you’re the only one who understands… And I know every thought in your head too… Shigaraki’s related to my predecessor. And you’ve spurred him to kill me and the boy too. Is that the plan?” All Might says
“So?” All For One says.
All Might thinks back to what Gran Torino said, “Find him and what? If you’re seeing him as anything less than a villain, no good can come of it. No matter his parentage, he remains a vicious criminal.”
“I won’t die. I won’t let Shigaraki kill me. I won’t let myself be killed! The future in store for this world isn’t the one you want!” All Might says a declaration to All For One and himself. All For One frowns before almost seeming distracted before a grin grows on his face.
“I wouldn’t be so certain All Might. You try so hard to keep those two children close to you to protect them. But you can’t put all your attention into your successor if you are torn between two and the second you let your hold go of her. That is when I will swoop in and claim her as my own. She was smart to leave my grasp the first time but the more she accepts All For One the easier it will be for Shimura to become Shigaraki…” All For One says and the look on the man before him confirms all his secrets and fears.
“And it seems like it has already begun… I would keep your toys close to you. Wouldn’t want to lose them, especially something so fragile and already so close to breaking.” The grin of pure insanity and evil shakes the hero to his core because All Might knew, the cracks that had formed, the distance, his closer connection to the Midoriya than you, and the secrets he’s kept from you. It would be so easy for you to find the truth and leave U.A, leave the heroes, leave him.
“All Might. Time’s up. Please exit.” The voice speaks and the doors behind him open.
“This future you foresee…I’ll smash it! As many times as it takes.” All Might gives one last look at his enemy before heading towards the door, “You’ll be the one watching in horror while you live out your remaining years.
Left in the solitude of the hell forced onto the true villain he stares back at where the once true hero stood. A chuckle comes from him, how naive he believes he is. Anger that is not his own growing stronger within All For One from the other user makes the original user grin. It was beginning.
“Remaining years. Right…”
“Meet me out front later. We gotta talk about your quirk. Yours as well Shimura.”
Forced to join unless your secret is revealed you kept a harsh glare on Bakugo’s back as you followed after him. The night sky illuminated your walk with the occasional streetlamp, the cool breeze created goosebumps along your arms only dressed in a t-shirt and leggings your sneakers crunch under the rocks along the rock and leaves from some of the trees.
“Kacchan..! How far are we going?” Midoriya calls out he was in the back following the two of you, “We’re not supposed to be out a night…” Bakugo’s silence seems to silence the younger boy as the three of you continued to walk.
“Gound Beta…” Midoriya says as the three of you stood in the city-like landscape Bakugo had his back to the two of you his hands stuffed in his pockets.
“I fought you here during our first battle training. It’s where I lost to you. And I’ve felt like crap about it ever since… A worthless, quirkless wonder like you..somehow got into U.A, of all places. And somehow got a quirk of his own.” Bakugo says, did he figure out Midoriya and One For All if so then it would be next to impossible to figure out the truth of your quirk and everything,
“You were always the little weirdo, spouting cryptic crap…and making that face like you were the only one in on the joke. Climbing higher and higher. Since the whole sludge thing...Nah..since All Might first came to town…High and higher and higher. And now you’ve got your license. While I don’t. I mean, what the hell seriously?” Bakugo says anger at himself and Midoriya but you were just annoyed if he was going to spend all night complaining you were just going to leave.
“If you’re going to keep complaining-” “I wouldn’t say it necessarily reflects our actual abilities-”
“Will you two shut up and listen, you dumbasses!!” Bakugo yells at the two of you, you roll your eyes while Midoriya apologizes. The blonde looks to the ground kicking the pebbles,
“This whole time...I’ve felt crappy about it. It’s been pissing me off. But then…after the business in Kamino, I got this idea. See I’ve been thinking that…you’ve got your quirk from All Might.” He says looking straight at Midoriya who tenses up. Here was the truth.
“Y’know that big bad villain boss? Apparently, he can suck up quirks to use or just give away. Hard to believe but when we know someone with a similar quirk…” He says turning his gaze from Midoriya to you, “It was impossible, that one cat lady lost hers and can’t be a hero anymore. Then there’re those freaking Nomu things with multiple quirks…So I’m pretty darn sure. All Might and Boss Mook seemed to know each other.”
Bakugo keeps his gaze on you, “Seemed like he knew you pretty well huh...Shimura or do you prefer L/n. Makes sense why Shigaraki seemed all friendly as well with you.”
“We know it’s possible to transfer quirks. And we know that wasn’t the first time those two met. Then there’s your whole ‘I got it from someone else’ thing. When you met All Might…that’s when everything changed. And All Might lost his strength you were the only one who understood him differently.” Bakugo says looking back at Midoriya, “All Might himself wouldn’t gimme a straight answer…so I’m coming to you..” He finishes with Midoriya who is silent, not sure what to say or do before he turns to face you again.
“And you…I don’t know where to begin, from day one you were something different we all thought you just had a copying quirk, you could copy anyone’s quirk. You were normal. But then the USJ happened, then the mall, Kamino, and even now. You never were normal. Shigaraki knew you and know of us questioned it, you told everyone you didn’t know your childhood but you did. How long I don’t know.” He says shaking his head before looking up at the sky,
“Then at Kamino that wasn’t you, it was as if someone was controlling you. You looked at me as if you never met me. You fought against yourself, told whoever was controlling you to stop. That villain was doing all of it, he called you Shimura, he used you like a puppet you shared something with him I couldn’t understand until now. In training when you used his quirks, some that you have never seen him use. What you told Midoriya. That you have two quirks and your relation to Shigaraki. How long were you going to keep this from everyone? Were you going to wait it out until you found him or something?”
“Why does it matter..” You say and he looks back at you to be greeted by your cool gaze, “You heard it yourself already want me to clarify? Shigaraki is my brother. My grandmother was All Might’s old mentor. Midoriya and I share the same quirk. All For One gave me his quirk and I’m destined to destroy society as he uses me like a puppet and I can do nothing about it.” You say your voice was light as if this heavy news was just casual conversation.
“I’m a walking time bomb Bakugo and I’ve just stopped caring. I try to fight against him he could easily take over, I try to find Shigaraki I get arrested as a traitor. So tell me what should I do, huh. All I can do is keep fighting against everything cause the second I stop, I lose.” You say and he is quiet and you glance over at Midoriya.
“And that hero you so look up to Midoriya is nothing but a lying scumbag who rather keep you in the dark for his benefit. Are you really ready to die for him when the time comes?” You say and Midoriya looks away his heart straining.
“Nothing to say Midoriya..you aren’t going to deny it?” Bakugo says and Midoriya looks at the blonde.
“If I tell you..what then? You also look up to All Might. Hm? Ain’t that right?” Midoriya says and Bakugo scoffs.
“So here I’ve got this punk I thought was a pebble in my path all of a sudden getting recognized by the guy I admire..and some walking time bomb who’s too blinded by their past to see what’s right in front of them. Which is why…we’re gonna fight. Here. Now!”
“Why?!” “I’m fine kicking your ass.” The two of you say at the same time one more frantic the other ready to get the show on the road.
“Huh?! Wait, why’s it have to be like that?! I mean we’re not even s’posed to be out here, to begin with! At the very least...we could go spar in a training room! There’s no reason it has to be now.” Midoriya tries to calm the situation but you two were already set on a path.
“If we fight all out here, nobody can stop us...You gotta show me just what it is about you…that made All Might wanna bring you this far.” Bakugo says and Midoriya looks over at you to try to reason with you but you cross your arms looking back at him,
“I’m not going to fight alongside you Midoriya neither am I with Bakugo.”
“Better get ready if you don’t wanna get hurt. You’re all about kicking now, right?” Bakugo says stretching his arms out while you crack your wrists focusing on your breathing.
“W-WAIT!! WE CAN’T DO THIS!” Midoriya yells out but Bakugo is already sending an explosion towards him sending a right hook which Midoriya quickly dodges now up in the air.
“You think too much, y’know... COME AT ME!!” Bakugo yells when something latches onto his leg and flings him across the road and he hits the ground rolling a bit before stopping scratches on him. Bakugo looks back seeing you standing your hand out the black and red rivets returning from your fingers.
“You’re too blindsided with anger to see someone else attacking you.” You say and Midoriya hits the ground next to you.
“Thank you-” Midoriya goes to thank you when a quick attack of ice has him jumping out of the way and he looks at you shocked.
“We’re not allies Midoriya.” You say before Bakugo quickly rejoins the fight and the brawl continues. Explosions and ice fill the air as a robot from the distance view it all.
“Three students from Class 1-A detected at Ground Beta outside of regulation hours! Class A..Homeroom teacher..is Eraserhead...Intercom line #8. Hey Eraserhead! Three of your students are at Ground Beta unsupervised! Take responsibility. Come discipline them!” The robot calls out to your teacher who freezes in the middle of his work.
“Seriously?” Your teacher groans, “I am quite serious.” The robot responds and your teacher sighs ready to tear a new one in his students when he is stopped.
Smoke surrounds the three of you as you use your left side to warm your body to melt the frost growing on your right.
“I said hold on! Do we really gotta fight?!” Midoriya yells out to the two of you while explosions pop from Bakugo's palm and your hands twitch ready to fight, “It doesn’t mean you were wrong about anything! Nobody ever said that your looking up to him was wrong!” Bakugo sends another explosion which Midoriya dodges, “I said wait!” He yells out before hands grab his shirt and throw him to the ground. The smoke clears for a second for Midoriya to see you with green sparks of One For All running through your body. Before Bakugo quickly lunges toward the other boy and when Midoriya tries to deflect he receives a fierce kick to the face, as Bakugo tries to attack his arm. Midoriya leans flipping back kicking Bakugo sending him back as he stumbles back.
A quick movement in the wind and Midoriya barely dodges your kick that is filled with One for All similar to his own. He reaches out grabbing your arm flinging you past him and you hit the ground rolling before stopping on your side. Your side is burning your shirt ridden up scratching from the road all along your side. Midoriya huffs out a breath looking back at the blonde rushing towards him, “Are you oka-”
His hand is quickly slapped out of the way as the blonde yells at him, “Quit freaking worrying about me!! Just fight! I mean what the hell? How?!” Bakugo pushes himself to stand his stance unstable as he cries out. You wheeze out pushing yourself to your knees, “How’d I end up chasing after a dweeb who was always playing catch-up?! Why’d a twerp like you get that kind of power..? You got All Might to recognize you…you got way stronger! So why was it me… why…was it me… who put an end to All Might?” He clutches his shirt him face that of utter despair.
“If only I’d been stronger…If I hadn’t been kidnapped by those stupid villains..everything woulda have been fine! I’ve got no freaking idea…what I’m supposed to do!!” He cries out tears falling from his eyes hitting the concrete underneath you all. Bakugo hears footsteps come closer to him stopping before him and he looks up seeing you stand before him your hand clenched he can see a small spark come from it but he thinks he was imagining it.
“I thought I would have been easier to kick your ass…but you’ve already lost.” You say and a part of Bakugo snaps and he sends the biggest explosion straight at you point blank. Midoriya cries out your name, you shouldn’t be alive from that. The smoke clears and you’re still standing there but the smoke seems to curve around you, your hand was held out a blueish barrier surrounding you. You drop your hand and the barrier leaves and your grab onto Bakugo’s shirt before flinging him in the direction of Midoriya who sends a kick straight at him a cut appearing on his lip.
“No this is perfect…I’ve been wanting to find out if my shoot style works against you or not…If we’re really doing this…I’ll give it my all!” Midoriya calls out as Full Cowling covers his body and Bakugo grins explosions filling his palm and you grin as red sparks grow from your palms.
“I’m not going to be your punching bag Kacchan!” Midoriya yells at the blonde before a loud blast sends the two boys flying, the air pressure shattering the windows and sending loose objects flying in the air. The two boys skid along the ground both turning to see you walking along the street the red sparks fading from your arm.
“I shouldn’t be so worried about him being your punching bag.” You call out and Bakugo lets out a yell sending explosions your way and you dodge at the last second he reaches out to send a well-timed punch when a black goo appears and Midoriya takes the punch for you which sends him hitting the ground.
That quick second and a hand latch onto your shirt and you flung up into the air and Bakugo quickly appears above you and sends a swift kick in the ribs. Your breath hitches and you hit the wall your back seizing up the wind knocked out of you. Shit, you can’t breathe. With Bakugo rushes towards you lift your hand rivets shooting out towards him which he quickly dodges some knicking his skin or clothing before he could reach you he is kicked away by Midoriya who looks at you, you had some scuffs on your face and you clutching your ribs in pain.
“I said I don’t need your help!” You yell tackling the two of you hit the ground and he gets on top of you trying to pin you down when your legs hit his chest sending him flying over you and he hits the ground before he grins.
“Guess it should’ve been obvious but…you both are getting stronger..” Midoriya says and you rush to him red sparks covering your hand as Bakugo rush towards him explosions covering his hand,
“The hell you grinning at!” “I’m not holding back Midoriya!” You swing your hand out which he dodges. The air pressure tears up the ground and Bakugo sends a blast at you and Midoriya, the brute of it hitting your arm burning part of your sleeve the rest sending Midoriya back.
“You say you ain’t gonna be my punching bag anymore, huh?” Bakugo yells and Midoriya gets up rushing towards the blonde while Bakugo pulls his hands back.
“I won’t!” “Sounds to me…like you’ve got another scheme!” A bright light comes from Bakugo’s hand stunning the two of you before he sends an attack and Midoriya is up in the air again before hitting the ground.
“Always thinking and looking at me! With those eyes that seemed to know something, I didn’t! Always like you were looking down on me. Like you were just waiting for a chance to surpass me. You freaking eyesore!” Bakugo yells out and Midoriya stops in his step.
“Is that what you thought? Normally I wouldn’t want anything to do with someone like you but as you said…I had nothing going for me..as bad as your bad side was…your strength was just impressive,” One For All quickly returned to his veins glowing a brighter green than before, “You had so much that I didn’t. I could admire All Might from a distance, but you were right there. This amazing person in my life! That’s why...I always chased after you!” He seemed to speed up the percentage he kept it at before, moving faster, being stronger, that the fight between him and Bakugo seemed to happen in flashes that even Bakugo could barely keep up with. It was flashes of kicks and fist explosions and sparks of green before the two hit the ground again.
“I won’t lose to you!” Bakugo yells out explosions in his palms,
“Bakugo!” “What!” The blonde freezes in place his eyes glazed over the explosions disappearing from his palm and you walk closer standing beside him before you press your finger against his forehead pushing him back, “Sleep.” He tips over hitting the ground unconscious, you didn’t know how long but he would wake up sooner, he seemed like a person to fight a forced sleep.
Turning away from the blonde to Midoriya who is catching his breath, “Don’t think your nice words are gonna make me feel better.” You say and he looks at the unconscious boy back to you.
“I just wanna understand.” He calls out and you look up at him, “Will you fight him…Shigaraki when the times come?”
“You can’t make me do that.” You say and Midoriya clenches his fist,
“He’s a villain.” “He is my brother.” “Your brother who tried to kill you and us multiple times already.” “I can stop him.”
“And if you can’t. If you had to fight him…or even kill him would you do it?” You were disgusted by the words coming from his mouth, you can’t picture innocent Midoriya saying this. Your hands shake, your eyes burning and you shake your head,
“I-i can’t…he’s the only person I have left.” You cry out looking back at him and Midoriya looks more saddened than upset.
“Would you join him?” He says and your head snaps up to look at him, “Would you do it. Join the League..join him.” Was he seriously insinuating you would join the villains just to be your brother?
“No…why would you say that-” “You keep using it…All For One’s power…even Shigaraki’s..” He cuts you off, “Against Stain, at the exam, even now. You don’t seem to hesitate using their quirks. They are villains.”
“They are just quirks.” You respond your mind flashes back to what the commission said. You were dangerous for using villainous quirks, but you used them to help people.
“Quirks that were used to hurt people…to kill people.” He says and he looks down at his hands, “I don’t know what it’s like to deal with both One For All and All For One but I don’t know if you should keep using those quirks…”
“I’m helping people. I’m being a hero. It’s not the quirk it’s the user that makes them bad. I’m not the successor here Midoriya I wasn’t destined to stop the great evil. One For All is just as much of a burden as All For One is…” You say before looking down at your hands,
“I’m done talking…are we going to fight or are you ready to be my punching bag.” You say the same feeling of betrayal filling you again. First All Might now Midoriya the list could only get longer of those you couldn’t trust.
Midoriya looks down at his hand before closing his fist and One For All covers his body while red sparks come from your hands.
“I’m not the bad guy in this situation.”
You say and Midoriya gives a pitying frown,
“Neither am I…”
The two of you rush to each All For One rushing through your body and One For All rushing through his as your fists collide shaking the building around you almost in a familiar way when a true villain and true hero fought together, but now it is confusing. Neither of you knew what you were, one trying to follow a destiny that seem to lead to pain while the other discovering more of the sins they committed that started to create a weight pulling them under. The force of the attack sends the two of you flying back, Midoriya skidding along the ground as you stop yourself with a barrier of ice that causes your back to sting.
Midoriya quickly appears in front of you sending a kick towards you which you dodge twisting behind him kicking him to the ground rearing your fist back sparks appear heading towards his face. Dodging your hand hits the ground creating a shockwave. A hand latches onto your arm and you are flung into the air spinning around you stop in the middle of the air floating above the ground and Midoriya looks up at you. He rushes towards you springing against a building to attack you in the air sending a kick with a large percent of One For All that you haven’t experienced. You block the brute of the attack but it slams you into the ground a crater is made and Midoriya hits the ground.
The dust settles and he gets closer to where you lay your eyes were closed cuts and burns covering you. Midoriya let out a sigh looking up at the sky why did this all have to happen. A hand latches onto his shoe and his whole world is turned on its axis and he’s on the ground with you on top of him one hand clutching on his wrist in a painful grip while your foot is pressed on his other wrist as you pin him down.
“L/n what are you doing. It’s over.” Midoriya calls out but you seemed almost out of it.
“I’m surprised. This much anger she let go of control so easily.” Your voice is cool and Midoriya freezes this wasn’t you.
“All For One…” He breathes out fear running through his body. He was warned by All Might. Only he had the power to take away One For All and since you shared his quirk you could easily do it right now. A cynical grin grows on your face as you hold a hand above his face.
“Izuku Midoriya how pitiful you fail your master this quickly. All Might has truly failed you all.” You say before your hand presses against and he feels a painful sensation fill his body as red mist surrounds the two of you. Was this really happening. He was going to lose One For All and then it would be all over. With flashes of faces some he’s never seen before he finds himself on an empty plane the sky dark with twinkling stars flashing by him. The sound of struggling and he looks forward and sees you struggling against someone. Your body seems to mold with the other shadows seemingly covering the man so Midoriya couldn’t see his full face but had to assume. This was All For One…
“Resisting is futile child. This defiance will only lead to your demise.” All For One’s voices echos throughout the plane as his hand tightens a grip on your head trying to push you within him while you claw at him with the one arm you have. You two were joined together in a mosh of flesh as if he was growing from you.
“I…won’t ever…stop fighting! I will…kill you.” You hiss out shaking your face and cringing in pain. All For One grins looking up from you to see you two weren’t alone…
“Ahhh One For All..” He addresses the boy who can’t help but shiver in fear. Your head snaps up your eyes widen in fear of seeing Midoriya in front of you.
“Midoriya! Run…please he’ll..he’ll kill you!” You beg him. All For One grips your hair harshly shoving you down and you cry out in pain.
“Your words are no use. One For All will be in my grasp shortly and your pitiful life will be finished!” All For One cackle and Midoriya gasp out in pain a striking pain in his chest as he falls to his knees. All for One grins feeling power growing within him but just as quickly as it was with him it is yanked from him. All For One looks down seeing you gone looking back up you are beside Midoriya the boy holding onto you.
“I won’t let you corrupt this child…” A voice calls at the two of you look behind you and there is a man with white hair similar to yours, he looks small and frail but held a sort of power in him.
“Brother..” All For One grins looking at the other male standing protecting the two of you, “I wouldn’t expect to see you after all these years.” This was All For One’s brother.. which meant he was..the first user of One For All.
“While you may have forced this quirk of yours onto her she will not become your puppet.” The first user says and Midoriya holds onto you, the feeling of another hand and you look over seeing Nana Shimura giving you a look of confidence as she holds onto you. Looking behind you see more people joining in, were these the past users?
“You can’t escape me, Shimura. I…OWN…YOU!” He bellows and the world around you shakes as the full force of One For All stands off against All For One.
A gasp of air and you’re back at Ground Beta underneath you is Midoriya who is also awake from having experienced All For One looking at you frantically,
“L/n?” He whispers and you quickly disappear from his view. The full body force of Bakugo tackling you disoriented you to have him pin you down one hand holding your hands while his legs pin your body down. He holds on hand above your hand explosions popping from his hand threatening.
“You’re not hurting anyone, you bastard.” Bakugo hisses out as you stare up at him shocked while Midoriya pushes himself out of the crater his body weak from almost losing his quirk.
“Kacchan it’s not All For One! It’s her.” Midoriya calls out stumbling towards you as you lay frozen staring back up at the blonde who was seconds away from sending your ass straight to hell.
“That’s enough, all of you!” A familiar voice yells and the three of you turn seeing All Might walking towards you.
“All…Might..” You all breathe out and Bakugo drops his hand and steps back as you sit up rubbing your wrist from the harsh grip.
“I’m so very sorry…Bakugo…Shimura.” He says and Bakugo scoffs turning to face away from the hero while you look down to the ground. Could you listen to any word that comes out of his mouth after he lied to you, and betrayed your trust?
“So why Deku? Ever since the sludge thing…why? Why him of all people?” Bakugo says his voice harsh but cracks in some places, almost ashamed. He was the perfect student in the eyes of heroes, with good grades, a strong quirk, and the winner of the sports festival, but in his eyes, he wasn’t good enough for All Might. Miles behind Midoriya that he wasn’t seen as the one to succeed him.
“Even powerless he was more of a hero than anyone. I could tell you were strong. You were already on your way,” All Might explains, “So…I decided to give him a chance to walk that path too.”
“Nah,” Bakugo whispers shaking his head, “I’m weak… This whole time, I wanted to be like you! But I was weak! And you wound up like that!” Bakugo cries out his hands shaking in fists pointing at All Might’s frail form much different than the hero form you all were used to.
“This is not your fault.” All Might says walking close to the boy, “I was fast approaching my limit either way…This was always my destiny. And you are strong. However...I was distracted by your strength I burdened you with it. I’m sorry.” All Might places his hand on Bakugo's head almost pulling him into a hug,
“You too are only a boy.” Bakugo grits his teeth slapping the older man’s hand off him and stepping away.
“And you still put us in a battle that you failed to finish.” Your voice cuts through the night and the three men turn to look at you. Your voice was calm but the tension held in your body and how your hands shook you were bottling up everything that was waiting to burst. Your eyes leave the ground to make contact with All Might.
“If you had stopped All For One...If you had killed him the first time. We wouldn’t have to worry about villains trying to kill us. There would be no League, Bakugo and I wouldn’t have been kidnapped, I wouldn’t be forced with two quirks, my brother would be with me right now, and maybe Nana would still be alive if you hadn’t lost.” You say and All Might looks down to the ground,
“But now it’s our responsibility to pick up the pieces and fix it,” You say before a chuckle leaves your body, “When I joined U.A. I just wanted to become something to help people, but now…I wake up thinking the next fight I’m in may be my last or maybe All For One takes over again and I can’t stop him and he kills everyone I care about. Did you plan for this All Might?” Midoriya and Bakugo just watch you as you rant, all these pent-up negative thoughts, your fears about the future that seemed to be rapidly approaching.
“I never planned for this Shimura and I’m sorry..” He says and you shake your head,
“Sorry means nothing to me. Sorry isn’t going to help when I’m dead fighting the league. Sorry isn’t going to help when I’m some mindless puppet forced to watch the world burn. I’ve lost the will to accept sorry as a response.” You say it’s quiet no one knowing what to say after your confession. Pushing yourself to your feet your ribs cry out in pain along with your whole body. Turning away from them you begin walking away, away from the fight, away from whatever excuses All Might might try to throw at you, just away.
“Shimura..Y/n wait!” All Might calls after you but you don’t look back. If you look back you knew he would use whatever destiny bullshit he used on Midoriya to draw you back in but you were done. You weren’t the main character in this story, more of the side character that was meant to guide the hero down the path never to be seen.
Returned to the dorm your body covered in scrapes and cuts, your sleeve burned from Bakugo’s explosion, and the feeling of a bruise forming on your ribs and back from getting thrown around like a ragdoll they seemed to numb by the upcoming pain you were to receive when you gaze locked with Aizawa who was standing outside.
“I wasn’t surprised hearing two children fighting and knowing they were Bakugo and Midoriya but you. L/n your quirk is dangerous and using it in an unsupervised area could have caused you to hurt your classmates or yourself.” Aizawa scolds as he paces the small office he had you in while you sat in a chair staring straight ahead letting his criticism strike you with each word. He looks back at you sees your emotionless face and feels angrier at your lack of enthusiasm or remorse.
“Are you even listening to me! Do you understand the amount of trouble you are in, I can have your license revoked, or would you rather me expel you? Which will have you respond to anything that is happening.” He rants before pausing when he sees a single tear slip down your face and you quickly wipe it away.
“No matter what you do…take my license, expel me, nothing is going to stop him.” You confess looking down at your hands and Aizawa looks down at you...
“Him…?” He says having some idea about what happened in Kamino,
“All For One,” You whisper out feeling a shiver run through your body, “I can’t keep fighting this internal battle. He may be locked up but he’s strong…stronger than any of us thought. He has plans…for me..for Shigaraki..for everyone. We’re all just pawns in his plan and we all fall right into his hand.”
Aizawa can’t help but feel nervous. What plans? For you or Shigaraki or anyone…
“L/n…Shimura” He says and you look up at him as he kneels to your level, “What is his plan.” And for once you didn’t feel afraid, he wouldn’t hurt you…Aizawa wasn’t that kind of man.
So you told him.
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dujour13 · 1 year
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For those highly interesting prompts and if you're up for writing something: "You have to stop, it's going to kill you!" 👀
Thank you! I'm still working on the final battle of Colphyr, but this prompt just worked perfectly for the aftermath. ❤️
Prompts here!
With his hand in this condition, Woljif wasn’t going to get much sleep anyway. The pain came in throbbing waves, with foaming peaks of agony when one of the delicate ligaments tried to thread itself back together. He’d hit up Daeran, Sosiel and Ember, and drank three potions, and the pain hit a plateau that would respond to nothing. Daeran had warned him, a hand would take time.
Besides, it was hard to sleep with the recurring image of Hepzamirah on her knees roaring, bulging black eyes rimmed with red and filled with hatred, blood spilling down her chin. And that wasn’t even the worst. Every time he closed his eyes there was a flash of a vast, evil goat’s head burned into his brain. Sheesh, some family. He realized with a bitter smile that old Gran could have given any one of them a run for their money.
He got to his feet and paced around Hepzamirah’s quarters, keeping an eye out for hidden stashes to kill time, and was just rationalizing waking someone up for more healing when he noticed Siavash was not in his bedroll.
On watch, Arueshalae directed him to the dark portal on the far side of the hall.
Siavash stood framed against it, head bowed. In the dusk of the mine he glowed softly. As Woljif approached he noticed little blue flowers springing from the cracks in the floor made by Baphomet’s hooves. Elysian magic flickered in the darkness around Siavash like green fireflies.
He felt a little pinch in his heart: another burst of mythic power had transformed him again, and now that he knew the source of that power he would be more than a little disturbed by what was happening to him. It was like the Moon of the Abyss, but worse. Thrust upon him whether he wanted it or not. Spiraling out of control.
Speaking of which… walking past the stale ash that had been the body of a demon lord and his Nephilim daughter, that little pinch in his heart grew into a cold bolt of fear. Talk about spiraling out of control.
Siavash tried to smile as he approached. “How’s that feeling?”
He opened his mouth but found he couldn’t make up his mind between milking it for more sympathy and making a show of being tough.
Instead, what came out was a third, unexpected thing. “Scary.”
Siavash sighed. “I know.”
“I mean, I oughtta be dead. All of us.”
“I know,” he said again.
“What in the nine hells chief? I mean, the Fleshmarket was touched in the head, but pickin’ fights with demon lords?”
“How was I supposed to know she was going to summon Baphomet?”
“And then when we’re all nose-deep in Pharasma’s tits you get cheeky with Nocticula?”
“I only did what I—”
“Far be it from me not to pocket somethin’ lyin’ around, but you didn’t need that crystal, did you?”
“That crystal is a piece of the puzzle of what Areelu Vorlesh did to me,” Siavash said quietly.
“Yeah, aright, sorry. I get it. But you didn’t have to—"
“Do you think it’s going to my head?” His eyes were wide. Woljif peered closer. They had changed from the old warm hazel to glinting colors like in the surface of diamond. He searched his face for a moment.
“No,” he said eventually. “Not like that. Not like making you different. Just like magnifying you. Don’t get me wrong, chief, I like you. It’s just that… it’s scary sometimes.”
His shoulders relaxed slightly. “I know.”
He rested his good hand on his shoulder. “We did it, y’know. We stopped Hepzamirah. We can go back and put this all behind us now.”
As he feared, Siavash just looked sad.
“Right, chief? We’re done.”
“No. I’m sorry, Woljif. I wish I were.”
Not that he was expecting anything else. He leaned his forehead against his shoulder. It was true, it wasn’t over for Siavash. He himself had laid the Moon of the Abyss to rest, had swallowed his fear and faced what was hunting him and beat it all by himself… well, all by himself with some help. That had ended well. But this, he feared, wasn’t likely to.
“I know,” he said quietly. “I’m with you.”
“Thank you, Woljif.” Siavash turned to wrap him in his arms very carefully, mindful of the hand in the sling and the mending ribs. “You’re the bravest person I know.”
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littleeyesofpallas · 7 months
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a scene that has stuck with me for years and still makes chills run down my spine even/especially the english dub, is the finale of the Kikaider 01 OVA, a short sequel to the Android Kikaider The Animation TV series and loosely adapted from the live action series of the same name from 1973, itself a sequel to the 1972 live action on which the Kikaider anime was based.
Dave Wittenberg plays the lead character, Jiro/Kikaider and Michael Gregory plays the villain Professor Gill.
In the 13 episode anime, the very overtly Pinnochio based hero, Jiro, is an android built by the late Dr. Kohmyoji. The good doctor was kidnapped by Professor Gill's evil organization, S.H.A.D.O.W., and forced to design destructive super robots for their goals of world conquest. But in secret he attempted to build a heroic robot that could liberate him, defeat his captors, and recitfy the dangerous machines he'd unleashed on the world. He was found out however, and in a final desperate move, activated his incomplete champion, Kikaider. But Kikaider enters the world without any understanding of who or what he is, why he was built, or why he is fighting. Moreover, Kohmyoji's crowning achievement and salvation was to be a Conscience Circuit that would serve as a guide for Kikaider to do good, unlike all his robotic brethren under the control of SHADOW. But his A.I. Conscience was never completed and so he understands that there is Good and there is Evil and that he feels driven to go "Good" but he cannot reliably identify what is good or evil, all of which is further complicated by the fact that prof.Gill begins to exploit his weakness by feeding him commands to do evil that he cannot help but follow.
In any event he fights an evil foil robot, Hakaider, and eventually confronts and seemingly puts an end to Professor Gill. But in the sequel we find out that Gil has survived by putting his brain into the body of the villainous Hakaider robot --rival of the previous season. He now has a new plan to take over the world with a giant mobile fortress and his own son in a pod controlling it with brain waves... or something... It almost doesn't matter. More important is that Jiro is back to stop him again, and this time he is aided by his brothers, Ichiro/Kikaider-01 and Rei/Kikaider-00, two prototypes that Dr.Kohmyoji built to perfect Jiro's combat capabilities and general A.I. before moving on to working on the Conscience Circuit. As a result, Rei has no personality, and Ichiro has no conscience. They are also pitted against and later befriend, Bijinder an unrelated model of gynoid who has her own little side arc bonding with the brainwave kid's robot nanny and learning to care about humans.(that comes into play later)
So there's an episode per side character, they fight some monsters of the week, but then they all get captured and reprogrammed, and Kikaider gives himself up because he cannot bring himself to hurt his brothers. And that's when the fun happens. Gill, determined to be rid of the heroic nuisance once and for all, implants the "Submission Circuit" in an attempt to put Kikaider under the same absolute control his brothers are under. And then, eyes glowing red, Kikaider tells Bijinder the reprogramming has been completed and that he is ready to report to Gill.
At the same time Bijinder's emergent empthy kicks in and she attempts to abscond with the brainwave kid, but is confronted by Gill and his lieutenant, but their attempts to stop her are interrupted by the fortress shaking with internal explosions and Kikaider tearing down a door, mangled robots still half clinging to him as he throws what's left of them at Gill's feet. Gill is baffled by this and demands to know how Kikaider could have escaped, to which Kikaider cooly answers,
"I tricked Bijinder into releasing me," prompting Gill's incredulous,
"That's impossible, you're a robot, you can't lie." And again the uncharacteristically cold hero follows,
"Oh. But I can, Gill. Just. Like. You..." With this Kikaider begins a slow menacing approach on the villain, who attempts to summon up the captive heroes Kikaiders 01 and 00. But in a truly chilling move Kikaider just cuts them both down without hesitation or complaint,
"If necessary, I can even destroy my own brothers." Gill pulls his weapon only to have his arm and leg shattered effortlessly. Panicked and in pain, thru wheezing breath, Gill scrambles along the ground his back to the corner,
"Kikaider, Stop. That's an order!" Kikaider's eyes glow red with recognition, and for a moment he pauses, but then then red light behind his eyes begins to flicker and die as he resumes his approach.
"It's the Submission Circuit you put in me. It's given me the evil heart you always wished for. But what you didn't count on is that this evil heart has made me stronger. It made me stronger because I don't want to give in to it..."
Also during this sequence there's been some cutting back and forth between it and Bijinder making her escape from the fortress with the boy. As she crawls along with the child she begins to recite the story of Pinnochio to him, such that we get her narrative over Kikaider's actions,
<And Pinnochio turned to the old man...> she says, as he picks up Gill's limbless body by the head, <..I'm. Not. A Wooden Puppet. Anymore...> and begins to apply pressure to the glass dome housing Gill's visible human brain. Gill struggles to form full sentences as he tries again to issue Kikaider the command to stop. The commands turn into pleas.
"With this act, I will at last become fully human..." Kikaider morphs from his combat robot form to his human disguise. As the guise of soft flesh and eyes replace cold emotionless metal, tears begin to stream down Jiro's face, "...but the price I have to pay for it is eternal torment. As the good and evil in my heart struggle on forever..."
The glass cracks, metal bends and snaps and crumples, Gill's body hits the floor and the mobile fortress continues its ongoing collapse as Kikaider walks away from the control chamber.
And I just love this idea that Kikaider's defining human moment is not to achieve this promised, god-like, ability to act on this perfect discernment of goodness. And it's not even accepting the flaw of being capable of misguided error in the pursuit of goodness. it's recognizing his own capacity to do what he knows is wrong but making the choice to do it or not. By proving to himself and to Gill that his is capable of, not just contemplating but carrying out murder, he's now actuated a full spectrum of morality he can achieve. But he knows this solves nothing, and that he will have to struggle to make those choices forever.
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Hii! Dumb question, but do you have any suggestions for watching/better appreciating Twin Peaks? The first time I gave it a shot I finished season 1 and found it ok, albeit a little confusing, but didn't much connect with it. But I want to try again and give it my full attention! This year I did an exchange semester at another uni and fell for a guy who really loves it. I'm now home, and will probably never see him again. Remembering our talks makes me to experience something he's passionate about, since it's all I can do now to better know him.
Sorry for the ramble, it's been nice to write this down. Also, thank you for your poetry, it is beautiful. Please keep posting it, if you feel comfortable doing so, of course <33
hello sweetheart! thank you for even reading what i put out there, it’s hard not to get dismayed with the lack of interaction these days.
i don’t think that’s dumb at all, actually that all sounds very romantic and thoughtful.
i think there are many ways for different people to appreciate the show, as it has so many layers and interpretations. but what’s always gripped me about it is the symbolism - the whole show is set up like a classic whodunnit, then seemingly morphs into something else entirely. however, the core of it is still this cycle of abuse, and it does such a fantastic job of showing the reality of that.
laura is a young girl being abused by her father, turning to drugs and guys to distract her and make her feel loved, like so many others do in those situations. throughout the story, she’s the one constant, the cycle itself. bob, the villain of the show, isn’t just one thing or one man, but rather a symbolic entity, an embodiment of misogyny and evil. then there’s ronette, a girl so similar to laura, who suffers nearly the same fate, but survives. however, she is largely forgotten by the town, the detectives, and the same people grieving laura. in a way they are two sides of the same story - one dies, and is remembered as a murdered girl, whose murder the men in charge can’t figure out, because they don’t get it. one survives, and is forgotten, because she lived through it, and “got lucky”.
my favourite scene in the show, is when cooper sees the giant on stage. the giant says nothing except the phrase “it is happening again”, and cooper knows. because the cycle of abuse and violence against women can’t be broken, and he realizes he can’t stop it, even in the town of twin peaks. (side note - my mother played a lot of agnes obel when i was growing up, and whenever i hear her song ‘it’s happening again’, it breaks my heart).
twin peaks is also a great example of a show loved by the very people it’s painting as the villains, like american psycho and fight club. while not as much about toxic masculinity, it has a lot of the same undertones, and is, at its core, quite political.
okay, i went off on a tangent there, sorry. as for other ways to love the show, watch some other lynch projects! even some interviews, if you’re interested. he is an absolutely amazing guy, with a brain mainstream media doesn’t get. but he has this unique view of the world and the people in it. but to be less deep, he’s just a fun weird little man who shaped my teenage years <3
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