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zarnzarn · 8 months

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i see all these comments talking about this after the new episode, but. i would like to state for the record that stolitz isn't. toxic.

first off, the concept of a toxic and a healthy relationship are such... vague terms. when you're online, drenched in language and tight moral boundaries, trying to put a nuanced story like helluva boss's into boxes is easy to attempt and impossible to do.

a toxic relationship is one where one or both parties is maliciously affecting the other. I'm talking fetid, nasty, rude interactions where there is more hurt than love. they're unhappy more often than not when they're with their partner, there's no respect or give from the other side.

stolitz is nothing like that.

Stolas actively cares about Blitz and actually has no fear or hesitation in ADMITTING IT OUT LOUD TO OZZIE. he has been calling, texting, commenting, laughing and finding ways to spend time with Blitz. he's throwing everything he has to the wind, finding the courage to move forward with the divorce, putting everything he has into trying to keep him. he's been alone in a palace since he was born, on medication, with such less people dear to him that he remembered the circus boy who spent a day with him DECADES ago- so when blitz comes into his life and brings back in laughter and color and sex, he's holding on with everything he's got.

and blitz does care!!! he cares a LOT, the whole series we see him falling in love with stolas through SHOW NOT TELL (his expressions, his choices, his fear, his lashing out) and utterly unable to process that stolas cares about him too when talking to fizz; almost a desperate kind of denial-

cause yknow. the first time he tried to confess something to someone he really liked, he accidentally killed half the people he knew and ruined the lives of the rest?

thats gonna leave just a teensy impact on the will to express your emotions in the future, methinks.

even before that, he clearly felt like on some level that he was unworthy and he's said twice that he despises himself for the accident even though it wasn't actually his fault. being self aware doesn't stop the emotions from emotioning.

he keeps insisting its only sex so urgently to anyone who doesn't ask because he can't even imagine it being anything else. he's both disappointed and relieved when he repeats that stolas sees him as a novelty, because what else can it be?

(there's a whole other spiel of how brave both Stolas and Blitz have to be to say it out loud even when asmodeus can't afford to, considering how publically and completely beaten down both were at the club.)

(there's also another whole spiel about how frustrating it has been for ME to see all these comments over time with such bad takes based on like,, 20 min worth of info of a show that takes months to release an ep. like godDAMN have some patience?? let the story UNFOLD MAYBE? IT WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE AN EXPLANATION WHY WOULD YOU CRITICIZE THINGS THAT ARENT EVEN FINISHED ESPECIALLY AN INDIE ANIMATION- i digress)

mind you, this has NOTHING to do with abuse. an abusive relationship is one where one is actively harming the other with full awareness. Stella is an abuser and their marriage is abusive.

and stolitz isn't that; it isn't even unhealthy or toxic. it's a consensual, transactional fuckbuddy relationship that slid into something more for both of them.

but!!!!! one of the main reasons for the problems that everyone looks over is-

they're in a BDSM relationship.

I can't possibly delve into dynamics without making this a 10k research paper BUT even though we've gotten only hints and costumes and dialogue- they're very clearly and undeniably in a BDSM contract. Behind the scenes of this crazy show is a whole different story, of these two delving into the most hardcore kinks out there- knifeplay, painplay, bondage.

if you've gotten into the community, if you've read a couple dozen particularly good fics by authors who know what they're talking about, hell; even if your only experience is fifty shades or 365 or whatever- you gotta know that BDSM scenes are crazy fucking emotionally heavy. there's so much that has gone down between them during their full moons that helluva can't get into!!

but you know how in so many of these popular medias and fics, the dom in the relationship is also like,, the billionaire/mafia heir/prince, etc, the one with financial and physical power? this isnt that. it has been very clearly stated that stolas is subbing, blitz is domming.

now take a moment and think about how much that fucks up the dynamics.

in stolas' eyes, blitz is a confident, dangerous individual who's an old friend and cherished memory of his, who he's trusted wholly with his safety during sex and he's lucky to have; and he has been in an abusive arranged marriage for the past eighteen Years, he's probably not going to be pushing his luck with his dom that much in the first place. plus, blitz is never cowed by him during their conversations- think back to the first phone call right after he stole the book, completely unafraid.

and for blitz, it's someone trusting him again- but it's also a royal- a blue blood who's nearly untouchable and so much more powerful- who couldn't possibly like a piece of shit like him, apart from the sex he gets out of it. he only flirts once he gets some sort of cue from Stolas; he's desperately trying to view this as only a Goetia trying to get his rocks off, despite all the evidence to the contrary, because anything else is unfathomable to him, no matter how clearly Stolas shows it, because of the ptsd.

both of them thinks the other has the power. both of them aren't expecting the other to keep shut if something's bothering them.

and there's so much conflicting messages from the other too!

stolas calls him a plaything when trying to intimidate the humans; stolas cups his face gently and asks if he's alright

blitz asks him on a date and tells him to get better soon; blitz yells that it's only sex and doesn't reply to his messages

ya see?

bring it to fizzozzie for a second now; even though they do look all good on surface, you can still see fizz's trauma and doubt in all their interactions, they're still forced to keep the relationship secret. do you see his face when Ozzie says in hyperbole that he's never leaving the house again, or when someone accuses him of being a pampered house pet or when he got sexualized in the 7th ep? whatever happened in the interim between the accident with mammon, it fucked him UP. even though oz seems to be well aware of this when he tells him not to apologise and in their general interactions, fizz still visibly has trouble separating plaything/commodity from healthy relationship.

shout the fuck out to Ozzie btw, man knows whats UP. rooting for these two so much omg.

i forgot where I was going with this point, I'll edit it when i remember. but yeah! lovely fucking relationship, but damn what angst filled issues.

anyway, to sum up- stolitz is not a toxic relationship. the relationship is stuck sludging through misunderstandings and careless microaggressions and trauma responses, but it's not unhealthy or toxic because of the simple reason that most of the current hurt comes from... a misunderstanding. stolas didn't realise blitz would need reassurance about what they were and blitz didn't see stolas as someone who could get hurt.

unecessarily calling it toxic, even online, is more impactful than people think too. almost all spindlehorse ARE on all social medias; so MANY YouTube animators i know have found jobs there; they see your words, especially since a lot don't tag posts with "anti hb" correctly to keep them out of the main tag. there are Very few queer medias made BY queer people that haven't gone through heavy corporate revisions- helluva boss is practically a historical landmark in its success. it's very very very fucking easy to forget that not ten years ago some of the only queer videos on YouTube were butter lover (one kiss at the end post credits), dirty paws and welcome to hell (subtext).

the amount of "critical talk" helluva boss gets for what it is is very unprecedented. it's a beautiful show. can't wait for the next episode.

#helluva boss #stolas #blitz #stolitz #fizzarolli #helluva boss ozzie #okay im gonna make SO much content but i had to get this off my chest first #because so many people were like omg fizzozzie is so healthy stolitz take a lesson!!#and theres so much more nuance to it thats its so. frustrating to see a statement like that #meta #anyways #i love this fucjing show

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xgoldenlatiasx · 2 months

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ohhh I am Brainstorming

ok ok so infodump ahead: Arcelia is the daughter of Archie (aaaand possibly Maxie? I haven’t figured out if I want hardenshipping to be divorced or if they get together after ORAS) and grew up a member of Team Aqua. For a while there she had full confidence in her father’s plan, but then Something happens (haven’t figured out what yet) and realizes oh wait this idea is shit actually what the fuck dad. unsure of what to really do to stop her dad yet, she runs away and ends up in Littleroot. there she stumbles into Professor Birch getting chased by a wild poochyena, saves him, etc. etc. etc.

not really sure what to do with this lost child who literally just came out of the bushes and saved him one day, Birch takes her in and lets her be an assistant like Brendan is. buuut she’s not super good at it. she gets kind of fed up and restless, especially when her dad is still out there planning to FLOOD THE FUCKIN WORLD, so as a way to try and help her Birch gives her Pebble the Mudkip and sends her out on a journey. thus begins her gym challenge and her mission to save her father from himself basically.

post-ORAS Archie has to serve time and stuff so Arcelia… doesn’t really know where to go from here. and she doesn’t wanna stay in Hoenn honestly cause she’s still kinda recovering from saving the world and fighting her own dad. SO Birch tries to help and sends her to Naranja Academy in Paldea, where hopefully she can find some semblance of a normal life and learn to just be a regular kid. it’s all well meaning but it doesn’t exactly work out bc Arcelia ends up being all by herself. again.

aaaand of course that’s where she meets a certain future-ground-type-elite-4-member! Arcelia is 16 at this point but she has to start off at freshman cause of yknow, never going to school before, and Rika is 17 and a junior. Arcelia struggles because 1. this is an extremely drastic change to literally anything she’s ever had in her life before 2. sure she’s only like a year older than the rest of the kids in her grade but she’s still significantly more mentally mature than a majority of them and thus has trouble connecting with them. honestly, even if she was allowed to start off as a sophomore, that prolly wouldn’t change cause kid has literally seen shit beyond any other high schooler’s comprehension.

Rika, not knowing anything about the whole saving the world thing but can easily see Arcelia’s struggling, approaches her and offers to help her with fitting in, keeping her grades up, and stuff like that. and the rest is history! the two become extremely close, but I don’t think Arcelia would fully open up about being the hero of the Hoenn crisis just yet- she’ll vaguely mention her strained relationship with her dad and make it come off as something much more simple than “my dad was an evil team leader who tried to drown the world”, but during their school years Rika never totally understands the full weight of it.

I think once Rika graduates they have a dramatic falling out of some kind. haven’t exactly figured out the details of it yet but during this falling out Arcelia has to go back to Hoenn- probably somethin to do with her dad or with Kyogre or whatever- whatever it is she can’t tell Rika about it, which only frustrates Rika even more and creates a further rift between them. eventually Arcelia just leaves with hardly a goodbye and neither of them really get any closure.

-of course until Arcelia comes back to Paldea several years later :]

#pokemon #pokemon oc #pokemon scarlet and violet #pkmn sv #pokemon omega ruby and alpha sapphire #pkmn oras #trainer arcelia #elite four rika #my art

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eirian · 4 months

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so im thinking up a few options for myself:

local art market. it happens every second saturday downtown which is a great frequency i think. however i dont know the type of people attending so i dont know if my merch will sell well or at all, and i dont know if they even allow the type of stuff i sell. so this is an iffy one

finding book authors who need illustrations done. i can def do a childrens book illustration if i needed to but id like to find something within my current art style if possible. i'll have to look around and try and find places where ppl are looking for my type of work

sell at conventions. this one's a little tricky bc 1) i have to invest in my stock which is at LEAST $300 for everything i need, 2) im not guaranteed to get on the list of vendors, and 3) these happen very infrequently and i dont know if i can rely on this for steady income

self publish comics. i had thought of this before and i dont think im Currently fit for doing it bc i tend to burn out soooo easily (thats likely a problem with my workflow honestly. its fixable surely) but im hopefully about to get adderall prescribed to me so maybe it'll work out after all lol. unfortunately this isnt an overnight project either though, and i do need to make money Right Now

get into making either live2d vtuber models or 3d models for both vrchat and/or vtubers. i know i know, i cant charge 8k for my first models, but i can at least make a few hundred on a single model. this would be a new skill to learn but its totally possible. theres tutorials and i also vaguely know how to use blender so i can at least try this. i do have fun doing this stuff anyway. im just a lil worried about the level of detail that goes into live2d models, im not super used to detailed designs just yet but its something ive been wanting to put more time and work into, so..

bite the bullet and start putting more work into social media presence and advertising my commissions. i complain about how rough commission work is all the time yes. but genuinely i do enjoy doing commissions for a living. the ONLY reason i complain is because of the inconsistent/low income, and the only reason for That is because i dont have a huge following to the point of where my slots sell out regularly. im no sakimichan. but if i just put in a little more time and work into building a social media presence im sure things will look up in that regard. i just have to fuckin..do it

so ya. these all have pros and cons and im weighing them desperately LOL. if im being honest? im leaning towards three in particular: the vtuber models, building a better social media presence to up my commission demand, and selling at conventions. i can definitely do all three of course, but i have to figure out how to balance everything while learning to do the new things and get good at them. i have no idea how to wrangle social media. ive tried so many things and i keep falling out of it so so easily, its very hard. but fuck dude if 15 year olds on youtube can have 100k subscribers then what the hell am i doing LOL yknow?

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let-us-aadore-you · 3 years

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rose, pls! gimme those sweet details 🥺

Rose - Describe your crush.

Okay so like, idk if it really is a crush or not, especially cause I don't really know her super super well or anything. I guess I don't have to in order to have a crush but idk. It's not like I don't smile like crazy every time I think of her or anything lol.

But she's so so nice and cool and really talented?? And funny. Like sooo funny I laugh at like everything she says. And also we have a lot in common?? It's crazy how much we have in common, like we'd have so much to talk about if I wasn't a COWARD and just talked to her lmaooo

#not like anything would ever come of it yknow?#pretty sure she's straight actually #but i'm just happy that i get to know her cause shes so cool #though if she saw this and figured out it was her id simply DIE #tried to keep it as vague as possible #ask #tldr: im happy just being friends with her cause she's cool and awesome

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myonepiece · 3 years

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Hi there! Could I request the monster trio(separate) reacting to their s/o going to bed without dinner in their belly? They used to have this habit but ever since joining the crew they've been eating better. But stress makes them not eat dinner.

(I tried keeping it vague as possible lol.)

Thank you c':

S/O skipping dinner

W/ Monster trio

TW/Warnings: kind of implied eating disorder or themes, skipping meals

-Honestly he's probably too caught up scarfing down whatever he can get his hands on to notice you're not eating

-Sanji, and most likely Robin, does notice however, and he'll ask you if you don't like the food, if you want something else

-You say no it you're just not hungry and he waits a moment longer before accepting

-Once you and Luffy are cuddling before bed like you always do, he hears your stomach rumble, like a lot

-And that means you're hungry, which by default means Luffy is hungry

-"Oh, are you hungry?"

-"No, no, I'm fi-"

-"I'll go find some meat!!"

-He pecks your cheek before he leaps out of bed and grabs you in his arms carrying you with him despite your protests, to the kitchen

-He digs through the fridge and pantry, grabbing anything that looks good, and then he plops down on the counter with you in his lap

-Sweet Sanji had left out another dish he had cooked for you just in case you got hungry once he had gone to bed

-"Ahh~,," Luffy made the sound bringing up a cupcake, he didn't stop until you opened your mouth and took a little bite then he brought the cupcake back and ate it in one bite

-He went through the pile of food easily, making sure to give you a bite of every thing, and giving you a kiss on the cheek every few minutes

-"Oo! How bout this,,, This one looks good! Oi, why aren't you eating? :( Just one bite?,, Oh now try his one!"

-"Yahh~ you look so cute!" he says with his cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk, and you mirroring his expression with a smile,

-Midnight feasts with Luffy, 10/10

-He definitely notices, but he doesn't say anything at first because he thinks you're just not hungry or don't like the food

-Sanji notices too of course and asks if you want something else, you say you're just not hungry tight now

-Later on, you still haven't eaten, and Zoro is getting a bit concerned so he grabs some random food from the kitchen and piles it in his arms bringing it to the crows nest where you're waiting for him

-"You haven't eaten yet so I brought you some food."

-He sits down next to you with a huge skewer of meat and a bottle of sake, watching you stare at the food

-"Don't tell me you're still not hungry."

-If he has to he'll do the "cheesy, cliche, coupl-y" thing and bite a piece of meat then act like he's gonna kiss you but just have you take the meat from his lips

-Drastic times call for cheesy romantic measures

-He'll eat 2/3 of the pile if you don't get to it so hurry it up babe, but he makes sure you've had at least 2 full items of food before he digs in

-"Yknow you have to eat to be healthy."

-Even thought he lives off of alcohol and meat, he knows how important it is, I mean how are you supposed to help Luffy become Pirate King if you're fatigued and hungry all the time

-You can get him to do the pocky challenge thing with a pretzel stick </3

-Definitely notices you not eating your dinner, he values your opinion on his cooking over everyone else's

-"Do you not like it, sweetheart? I can make you something else if you want. :)"

-He won't pry when you tell him you're not hungry but he's instantly a bit concerned, whether it be worry that you're stressed or worry that you're deliberately not eating

-So once everyone has left and you're in the kitchen while he cleans up, he brings a little tart over and places it in front of you saying "Eat." not in a strict, intimidating voice or anything though

-"I want to know how you like it, your opinion is the most important to me, my love. ^_^ And you need to eat so you can get enough sleep tonight."

-He will gladly, without hesitation, feed it to you, every bite you take is accompanied by a kiss from Sanji

-Then while you eat your tart he goes back and makes an actual meal because you still need to eat a full meal

-Once he's done cleaning the kitchen he sits with you, stealing a bite or two because he thinks it might make you feel a bit more comfortable

-Evenually Luffy, who smelled the food, bursts in and takes a seat next to you trying to grab at your plate, Sanji pushes him away and scoots you and your plate closer

-"That's not for you idiot!!"

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #one piece #luffy x reader #luffy imagine #luffy headcanons #luffy #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #sanji headcanons #sanji #zoro x reader #zoro imagine #zoro headcanons #zoro

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flooficandii · 3 years

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what do u think ab an au where the vp takes in kids with radiant abilities to train them as the "future" of valorant

this idea's kinda scuffed af bc idk much ab the lore actually i'm still confused ab kingdom n earth but i just want an excuse to see the agents babysitting chaotic kids with powers LMAOAoadjdj

IM NOT GONNA LIE THAT WOULD SOUND SUPER CUTE LMAO RADIANT BABY DAYCARE,,,, also this is a perfect excuse to put my headcanons about which of the agents are the best with kids

parents. like, literal parents dude

brimstone. he is the first immediate thing that comes to mind when i think of parenting. i mean look at the way he talks to the rest of the agents, you can't tell me he won't do well with kids

CYPHER!!! bro cypher would LOVE kids,,,,i hc he was really excited to be a dad but nora kinda died with his unborn baby so,, yknow he has that yearning feeling and he kinda projects that nature onto the younguns. he may be super secretive and shifty but you can tell he cares for them and would love to have children running around the base

sage!! sage radiates this energy of warmth and comfort and security, you'll always feel safe with her so she'd be wonderful with children :]] she won't hesitate to be strict if needed though so just make sure to stay on her good side unless,,, "YOUR HOMEWORK IS NOT OVER!!!"

reyna. surprisingly. although she isn't as much a parent as the rest of them, she wILL break someone's arm for a kid. she may be very murderous but kids might be her soft spot (glances vaguely at her little sister)

tbh i see her as the kind of caretaker that'll let her kid do awful things lmao

"miss reyna can i say a curse word ple a se ,,,"

"of course, cariño."

"FUCK!!!!"

okay at it/awkward but trying

omen. omen isn't sure how to interact with children,,,, like, i headcanon he scares them away a lot

if one of them happens to be NOT scared?? *immediately imprints*

i think the most he'd do while watching over children is just sit there with his knitting needles and grunt Menacingly whenever they start causing trouble

viper. viper also scares kids away, understandably so, but she does have this maternal nature despite her scary aura (exhibit a: duality)

i headcanon she actually dislikes children and tries to avoid them as much as possible but will be incREDIBLY protective if they're threatened

yoru. he finds kids annoying. but if he were put in a situation where he HAD to keep an eye on them he'd probably try

just a little bit

as a treat

he'll call them brats or something lmAO what a bitch

unless one of them calls him cool and feeds his ego

then yeah he'll love them lol

imagine yoru going into his rift and picking the kid up to make it look like they're flying

a parent? maybe not, it's really not something on his list of ideals. but a big brother figure? sure! it means he gets to bully tease children to his heart’s content

sova. sova is okay at babysitting. he’s very quiet though so the kids usually get bored with him

he’s quick to straighten them up if they’re misbehaving

maybe he’ll tell fairy tales about the mountains or something

*deep thick russian voice* “When I was still living with my babushka in the frigid mountains of the North,”

babysitters at most

jett. jett seems like the cool babysitter who lets you do anything and everything lmao,, stay up past your bedtime?? sure thing. snacks before dinner?? hell yeah. you want her to show you her cool spinny wind trick?? of course!!

raze! raze gives off the vibes of the girl next door who everyone in the neighborhood knows and loves. she probably hung out with the kids in her town a lot and would draw with them, make music with them, etc. very big sister vibes 10/10 just don't let her have explosives around them

ASTRA!!! astra astra astra i bet she’d be the type to give piggy back rides and make little stardust confetti to wow them with!! she’ll sing songs and read stories and maybe do little puppet shows for them

skye would do great with kids! she’s strong enough to catch up to them during vigorous games of tag and she’d let them pet her tiger

her animals love the kids too

imagine taz lying on his back as they pet his belly and hawko perching on top of their heads

haha! *slowly pulls them away from the children*

breach. i dont know about you guys but if you left him with a kid he would lose them in like 1.5 minutes

“what? they’re tiny, you think i’d notice?”

bro he is such a fucking bully he’d punt a kid across a football field

i guess he’d let them sit on his giant bionic shoulders but thats it

phoenix.

says he has it under control

does NOT have it under control

“alright, fam! leave it to me, i can handle some younguns-”

*burns down the entire hq after trying to show them a trick*

killjoy. bro she would use them for her experiments without batting an eye

“KILLJOY WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE KIDS”

“testing the sensor range of my turret!! :DD relax, it won’t hurt them- they’re wearing helmets!”

“KILLJOY THEY’RE WRAPPED IN BUBBLE WRAP I DON’T THINK THAT’S HUMANE”

kay/o.

i dunno man i don’t think he’d even know what to do with kids

also he might accidentally break their spine if they wanted a hug lmao

he won’t hurt them on purpose but this is just,,,a safety measure

k would do great with kids though :]] big friendly guy

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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yk, I always thought of c!dream to perfectly fit the saying “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” and every time I think about it I get even sadder send hepl

hello !! it’s been a bit, so sorry anon, but ty for ur patience :D

but yeah !! that saying REALLY fits c!dream - he’s someone that has done a lot of awful, unjustifiable things, but they were all for a Reason, as much as people like to think otherwise. he’s said so before, repeatedly - it’s all for a vision of the smp as it “used to be,” one “giant family” that can be happy again. and obviously, what he does isnt right, and will never be right - but in the end it’s all in a very twisted attempt to find a home he lost, which makes his character all the more twisted and tragic, yknow?

sometimes i wonder what an earlier dream would say, after seeing how far he’s fallen, which is what really led to this oneshot - it’s a bit messy, but i like it nonetheless. c!dream is a disaster that makes me Very Sad

tw: derealization, implied torture, hallucinations, injuries, dark content, mentioned abuse, manipulation, emotional distress, implied suicide, panic attacks, self-hatred

“Was it worth it?”

Dream blinks, looks up; this is new. He’s no stranger to hallucinations, of course - they’d started somewhere around the first week or two of solitary, and had only grown in frequency and duration as time went on, but this has never happened before.

The figure standing - well, sitting in front of him is hazy at the edges, indistinct, little more than a splash of green and grey, blown out at the edges by the bright white highlights from the lava lighting them from behind. Even so, Dream is all too familiar with the craftsmanship of the iron armor they wear, with the bright green hoodie tucked underneath that he’d once worn like a second skin. The figure’s face turns just enough to catch the slightest sliver of a mask.

“Well?”

“You’re me,” Dream says - breathes, really, his throat too sore for the words to be much more than a labored exhale. The other Dream turns, the lava throwing shifting shapes in orange and red all over his chestplate, his mouth visible and pulled into a frown underneath the bottom edge of the mask. Dream touches the cracked surface of the one sitting on his own face reflexively, feeling the jagged hole on its left side surrounding his eye, the edge pulled over his chin to keep as much of his face obscured as possible.

“Well, I mean,” the other Dream’s hands come to the edges of his mask, easing it over to the side of his face in a practiced motion; his eyes burn brilliantly in the dark room, green and furious and bright. “I wouldn’t exactly say that, now.”

Dream knows that this man isn’t him - well, isn’t him anymore, doesn’t have the burn scars that trail all over his body, doesn’t know the feeling of his stomach turning itself inside out in pain and emptiness, doesn’t know how it feels to have an axe dragged painfully, slowly over his skin over and over and over and over until he’s screamed his throat raw. This is the ghost of a man that has not lived and died a million times, that does not know the feeling of blood on his hands better than he does kindness, that can think of other faces and feel something other than shattered ribs and remembered pain.

“Was it worth it?” The other Dream watches him, eyebrows furrowed, insistent. It’s hard to remember that this was once him, that he has a face made of skin and muscle and bone instead of porcelain and leather even with the bruises and dried blood beneath his mask reminding him otherwise. The expressions on his face, the ones that must be on Dream’s own face, feel foreign, like they belong to someone that isn’t him. Maybe that’s the point.

“You’ll need to get more specific,” Dream’s voice cracks, throat protesting at the strain pulling at the still healing wounds from within it. Dream takes the pain, boxes it up, files it away; he’s becoming pretty good at that. “Was what worth it?”

The other man throws his arm out in an arc, gestures vaguely at the entire cell. “This! All of this- this prison, what you did to Tommy, what you did on Doomsday, what you did in the vault.” His words burn with a dangerous fury, and Dream closes his eyes. It’s not real. It’s not real. “You ruined everything! You destroyed our home! Everything is gone and it’s all your fault!”

“Don’t-” Dream’s voice cracks, shatters in on itself, and he swallows around the pain and pushes on. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the exact same thing as me.”

The other man scoffs, a fiery light dancing in his pupils. “As if. This is all your fault. You didn’t have to exile the kid. You didn’t have to blow up the community house. And you sure as hell didn’t have to manipulate a fucking teenager, you sick fuck.”

The voice morphs, overlays with the echoes of voices he hasn’t heard in what feels like an eternity. His back burns, stings; his head pounds furiously and threatens to plunge his world into darkness. Through it all, green eyes stare at him, twin flames in his ever blurrier vision, looking for all the world like a god handing down judgment.

“You know you would,” Dream mutters, each word dropping and shattering on the ground like broken glass, “if you had to sit in here for just a chance at bringing them together, you would. If you had to burn the whole damn server down for them, you wouldn’t hesitate.”

The other Dream shakes his head, teeth bared. “Don’t you dare pretend that you did this for them. Don’t you dare pretend that you don’t deserve this.”

I deserve this. I know, I know, I know. “But you would.”

The hallucination’s shoulders rise, fall; it’s hazy, shimmering from the heat, but the eyes glow ethereally and feel more real than anything in the cell.

“You’re an idiot, you know?” He laughs, and Dream tastes iron and ash and salt. “You’re so fucking stupid. You- you thought that the problem was Tommy. You blamed everything on Tommy because you couldn’t see him as anything other than the person that ruined our server and you’re so fucking stupid.”

The voice distorts, echoes in on itself; a half-hearted whisper of wrong wrong wrong rises in Dream’s mind and melts under the fury of the other’s glare. The image shimmers, shifts, and the other Dream- is he even Dream, anymore? - smiles humorlessly, stepping closer. It’s not real, Dream knows, because the image is hazy and flat and wrong but his mind echoes with the sound of shoes scuffed against obsidian and a netherite blade dragging against stone and the book, Dream, and we’ll stop-

“The real problem was you. It was always you. You were the one that ruined the server, you were the one that blew up the community house, you were the one that destroyed L’manburg. You are the one that everyone hates, that everyone fears. You are the villain, Dream, a monster. You’ve always been a monster. Now that you’re gone? The server is finally at peace. You were the problem.”

“And- well, Dream,” The figure leans over, lips right by Dream’s ear, and when they speak their voice is sweet-sharp, all-too-familiar. Quackity. “I guess you should’ve fuckin’ offed yourself when you had the chance.”

He flinches back, eyes squeezing shut, hands scrabbling around his neck. His lungs heave and he tries to suck in air but he can’t there is lava in his chest like everything inside has been torn apart like the words have ripped through him like he’s no more than wet paper and he chokes and stutters on the exhale and it’s not real it’s not real it’s not-

(That night, long after Quackity leaves with a fresh bouquet of bloodstain blooms splattered over his shirt like a field of blooming poppies, after the Warden leaves from forcing another round of health potions down his throat, Dream curls around his ribs in the back corner of his room, watching the lava fall.

Was it worth it?

He laughs, low, bitter, every inch of him feeling scaped raw and open and hollow, thinking of a world without himself in it, of a sky and earth and family with the ugly parts cut neatly away. He thinks he must be a wither skeleton, watching as everything his fingertips touch crumbles away into black rot and ash, breathes in and out and hears the same echoing rattle from deep within his chest. Was it worth it?

It must’ve been, he tells himself, even as the sound of a drop of brilliant purple magic falling against the obsidian makes his muscles seize, leaves him cowering under a blow that does not come. It must’ve been worth it, because-

What was this all for, if it wasn’t?)

#tw derealization #tw torture #tw hallucinations #tw injuries #tw dark content #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw emotional distress #tw suicide #tw panic attacks #tw self hate #queue <3 #q stream aftermath #long post #my writing :D #my asks !!

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soo the ending (plot-wise) of my horror movie actor au

like i’ve said before, michael runs away with the boys, star, and laddie

he doesn’t know he’s a vampire yet, but he knows that something’s wrong and he needs answers. also when david asked him to come with them he seemed really panicked, so michael is worried about his friends

the boys and star have been very vague about their reason for running away, which (unbeknownst to michael) is that max started putting more pressure on them to turn michael and sam quickly, which they didn’t want to do and the threat of what might happen if they didn’t do what he said was enough for them to pack up and leave

none of them are very happy though. the boys and star are really worried that max will be looking for them and catch up to them eventually, so they’re constantly moving from place to place

also, fairly soon after they left santa carla they had to tell michael they were vampires (cause yknow, he definitely would’ve figured it out on his own) and that they turned him into a vampire, so he’s pissed and kind of regretting coming with them in the first place. on the other hand, he’s also worried that as a vampire he’s too dangerous to be around his family anymore, and that maybe it’s for the best that he left

while all of this is happening, max has suddenly left santa carla to look for the boys and star, and lucy has started to realize that something is up

before michael left, sam had been on the fence about whether or not the frog bros’ theories about vampires were true, but now he’s completely on board and the three of them are trying to convince lucy that vampires exist, which she obviously doesn’t believe

eventually, the boys, star, and michael return to santa carla, mostly because michael wants to say goodbye to his family in person

he’s very vague about where he’s been or why he’s suddenly leaving, and the boys and star are worried about max catching up with them while they’re in town, so they want to leave as soon as possible

lucy is really concerned, and that isn’t helped by sam insisting that michael’s a vampire and trying to convince her of that while michael’s explaining that he’s leaving

it’s a huge mess

okay so with max. he wasn’t able to find the boys, star, and michael on his own, so he hired vampire hunters (who obviously don’t know that he’s a vampire) who are skilled at tracking down vampires to find them for him. and the hunters catch up with them in santa carla, while they’re at the emerson house

so the hunters show up, and the boys, star, and michael take them down pretty easily. more importantly, during the fight star is forced to kill one of the hunters in self defense, making her a full vampire.

michael’s really concerned with keeping his family safe, and kinda of blaming himself for this because lucy and sam never would’ve been here when they got attacked if he hadn’t come back

after that though, max shows up. and he does his whole little spiel about planning to turn the emersons into vampires too. and realizing that max had been orchestrating this from the beginning, and that he’s responsible for all this, just makes michael snap and try to attack him

but max is a really old and powerful vampire, so he knocks michael to the floor pretty easily. he does the same when the boys and star try to fight back as well, and they get knocked out

as a last ditch effort, david tries to attack max from behind, but max shoves him back onto the deer antlers in grandpa’s taxidermy room, and it seems like he dies like he does in canon

michael flips out and just starts swinging at max, and he gets a few good punches in before max knocks him down again

it looks like max is going to kill michael but before he can, he gets staked from behind.

because david isn’t actually dead (due to the antlers missing his heart), and had just pretended to die so he would have the element of surprise

max dies, and michael and laddie become humans again

none of the boys or star are in the best shape, especially david who, while he isn’t dead, still got impaled

they stay at the emersons for a while so they can recover, and try to figure out what they’re going to do now that max is gone

#i hope that this makes sense i'm not always the best at explaining things #i might go more in depth about some parts of this in the future #the lost boys #tlb #horror movie actor au #kate's bad takes

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I COME BACK WITH THOUGHTS/THEORIES ON ITADORI AND HIS RELATIONS- I THINK.

anyways, so i'll just point this out: i'm not good at speaking my thoughts in an organized manner. i absolutely suck at it, i speak on how my brain brings up the thoughts so i might ramble, get over my head in a thought, etc. i can't control it so i apologize in advance for the jumpiness of the texts. i will spell a lot of things wrong and not everything will be correct, as i read translations and on a manga site. don't worry it's not illegal, i believe.

MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD.

i apologize for my absence! last week or two weeks ago the tower to my computer completely broke and will not turn on. i tried to repair it and follow my fathers instructions but nothing worked. even cleaned off the fan and went through countless nights readjusting things. it's not my cords either so to help me out my father is working extra shifts to get me a new pc. so in the meantime i'll do small posts like these but not full writing/head canons until i have a computer tower lol. a family member was kind enough to allow me to have their phone while we work throughout this issue.

now onto the actual topic:

kenjaku and itadori's relationship. ( family wise ).

for context in the most recent chapter, 160 "colony" kamo shows up in sasaki's home and talks to her about the culling game and a barrier. but that's not the point, the point is as he's guiding her to the barrier inside her "dream" at the end he says "oh right. i almost forgot to tell you. thank you for getting along with my son." and then she is awakened inside the barrier, in her pajamas beside iguchi. when sasaki and iguchi look at the barrier and gather themselves they bring up kamo.

sasaki asked iguchi if he mentioned his son and he says no. this leaves sasaki in a state of confusion when itadori flashes in her mind. she says his name aloud like she finally connected the dots. now. why am i bringing up this whole kenjaku thanking sasaki for being his "son"'s friend. it throws me off because why didn't he thank iguchi?

did he not think iguchi meant their friendship? because sasaki was the one uninjured and still counted itadori as a friend? does iguchi not consider itadori as a friend anymore?

because we haven't seen these two at all since the incident. that raised many questions in me. as well "how can itadori be related to kamo?" and itadori is related to choso.

because kamo's technique is explained ( vaguely. we are aware he can create barriers, take over bodies, and has incredible cursed tools. chapter 134. this is also where choso makes his connection ( i believe. ) to itadori yuji as his brother. but because we saw this with todo many thought itadori just had another unconsious technique that allows the person who is hit create false memories and believe of a completely made up relationship with itadori without his knowledge. but alas, i was wrong. ) and we're given more hints shown than told ( imo ) i tried my best to make sense out of the situation and what he said. i think my conclusions are pretty solid, so continuing on.

we're given very little history on itadori, his past, and family. at the start of the manga we know that itadori's only family he knows is his grandfather and that he is ill in the hospital. at the very very beginning we learn that itadori is your average cute, fluffy, laid back but strong and goofy protagonist. in smaller words: itadori is kirby but even cuter and dumber.

my first impressions of him is a pineapple. if you're confused to this saying: it's calling a person prickly on the outside but sweet on the inside. and this is true, itadori's grandfather seems prickly and cold on the outside but he genuinely cares for itadori.

he raised itadori for all we know and did that with his all in assumption. but this ends up backfiring onto itadori, because he cares so much for his grandson - he ends up leaving a " curse " on yuji.

help people. save them.

itadori takes this to heart as his grandfathers speech is his last one. when he looks over to his grandfather the man is dead and now yuji is left alone. then the following events occur.

at this point in time i assumed itadori was an orphan ( he technically is if we're connecting the dots. his parents has not been shown, he doesn't speak of them, they aren't in the picture. we can conclude either they disowned itadori or died before he could make complete memories of them. )

but when we are shown in chapter 143 itadori's parents we see this "woman" jin ( yuji's father ) and his grandfather talking about has the same scar pattern. this scar pattern is either stitching ( assuming that is how kamo keeps the top of the opened skull from coming off. this is also how kamo revealed his cursed technique / body of sorts ( the brain, assuming that is kenjaku in his cursed technique and not the body / puppet he is controlling " getou suguru " ) to gojou. )

this is the only way i find kamo being able to assign itadori as his son. why is that you might be asking this dumbass here.

we do not have the full story, exact date, location, and full context of the memory/dream itadori is having. this cannot be fake either because kamo would than have no reason to call itadori his son. or is there? anyways.

take a leap of faith with me. imagine that before itadori is born ( he seems no more than a few weeks or days old in this memory. hence why i am thinking my conclusion is pretty solid in theory. but yknow gege, there might be something different. ) anywhooo.

TW. D3ATH/IMPLYING ANTI LIFE ATTEMPT

kamo had to have taken over yuji's mothers body after an accident OR after she gave birth to yuji. his grandfather is interrupted by her before he can finish his sentence but it seems to be leading to the conclusion that either kaori ( yuji's mother ) died while giving birth to yuji or kaori could not conceive and tried to take her own life or cause an accident that would take her life. ( i read a fan translation for this part but im pretty sure i also read the official translation today too and it added up to the same. )

i believe in the first idea, but since kamo's cursed technique wasn't explained in detail i don't know the conditions of his body technique. does the original host of the body have to be dead? can he regenerate body limbs ( i highly doubt. getou lost an arm during his fight with yuta. overconfident dick. reminding me of an ex ANTWAYS. i forgive him for being overconfident smooch. he learned. OFF TOPIC but continuing on i promise.

this is being continued from the cut off point. i'm so upset so it'll just be summarized. i can't believe this shit lol i took three hours just to finish it for it to literally cut off the bottom half.

continuing on in a sadge mood. kamo must not have the complete ability to take over a body. after all getou took his only arm he had as he was dying and choked his own body to his full ability. getou was willing to die ( possibly, you never know he could be alive if he killed his own body. moving on. ) just to have the chance to save his friend from being swallowed by a damn box.

so there has to be a chance that kamo cannot fully take over the previous persons complete consious and memory of their body. if getou still had his other arm after losing the fight to yuta, he could've choked kamo with both arms. in theory kamo wouldn't be able to control the right arm and die to the previous host choking him to death.

so why wouldn't the other hosts do it? after all, kamo did say it was his first time experiencing such a thing. assuming kamo has lived throughout many bodies in his 150+ lifespan none of the previous hosts could take control of their body.

i believe getou was completely influenced by gojou and his six eyes. there is no way gojou would even try to speak out to his friend unless he had an inkling or saw getou still in there. helpless and without the ability to save himself from the cage he's in.

being used and puppeteered in his own body by an external force. laughing in the world he could not. putting getou into a constant misery and defeat that he couldn't escape his hell. the one he tried so hard to fight and get out of. even if it was the wrong path.

gojou was the last person to witness getou dying. he had to watch getou bleed out after their conversation because he couldn't bring himself to kill his friend. the one he spent his whole jujutsu student life with. so for gojou to say such a thing to getou despite all that he did had to break getou out of his misery and give him that small sliver of hope that he could do something. of course he failed, but i doubt that's going to be the end of that.

the only way i see kamo being related to yuji is if he took over kaori's body before the pregnancy. assuming that when kamo takes over a body he becomes one with said body and is that person for however long he lives in said body. my only thing is, can he take over a persons body whilst they are alive? i would go more in depth like i did the last time but i am extremely upset about my work being erased so that's the end of this part.

thank you for reading! i have one more thing for you though.

the last time we see sukuna in a manga page after the shibuya incident is where he is on his throne and in his domain. this is after yuji is stabbed by yuta and is presumed "dead" at the time. he seems to be interested in yuta and i can think of 2-3 things. I would love to hear your theories too so don't be afraid to barge into my dms like the koolaid man.

A - sukuna is interested in Yuta because of his ability to use the reverse healing technique ( only a few sorcerers know this. sukuna being the first. shoko being the second one to be told that she has this power and then gojou. ) because of this he sees potential in yuta as well or has added this boy into his plans. after all, there is very few that can make sukuna make an expression that isn't an RBF. aka megumi and possibly gojou. I was looking at the page of him stabbing yuji and noticed we only see the entry point of where the blade enters. it's smaller because some got chunked off so its a possibility yuta used this to his advantage when "killing" yuji and instead hit an artery that could kill him but quickly healed him afterwards. or just his heart. the ideas.

B. Rika, Yuta is able to completely control Rika as shown. Even though he claims he is on the weak side, these two combined seem like an unstoppable force. He may be interested in Rika as she is a curse that has been put on someone that can fully control it. Not many people is shown to be able to control their curse. As we haven't met many.

this was enti and that's the last of my post! thank you for reading and it was a fun one. even though i had to restore this shit. anyways, i'd love you to add or fix up my ideas and tell me your thoughts and opinions! Thanks a bunch!

^ this is for pure humor

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pegs my beloved could i please request a list of top canadian cinema in ur opinion (no rush ofc, just when u get the chance !! ) thank u 💘 & if that's too vague, just horror would also be dope :-)

YES ... YES I WOULD LOVE TO 🤩💘💘💘

disclaimer that i'm not all-knowing and i probably left a bunch of good shit off of here (& i Know you've already seen a bunch of these), but here we go:

HORROR

The Mask (1961) - evil mask commands the wearer to kill people ...... this movie FUCKS. super psychedelic. do not watch it while high, u will have a bad fucking time

Black Christmas (1974) - possibly THE best slasher film ... basically the prototype for "killer hunts group of sorority girls!" trope, but super witty & unnerving & not even that sexist

The Brood (1979) - demon children yeahhhh!

The Changeling (1980) - man loses wife & child, moves to new home, gets haunted

Scanners (1981) - uhhh ... telekinesis! the last 10 mins make the entire thing worth watching

Videodrome (1983) - mind-infecting torture porn, debbie harry is there for some reason

Cube (1997) - 6 strangers wake up in a room, then have to get thru puzzle rooms & death traps. sorta Saw-ish, but more sci-fi

Subconscious Cruelty (2000) - indie film comp of several "vignettes" ... real weird & gross tbh :-)

Ginger Snaps trilogy - teenage sisters & werewolves, duh. the quality drops significantly after the first film, but 2 & 3 are filmed in my city so they're fun for me to watch >:-)

Les sept jours du talion (2010) - a dad tortures the guy who killed his daughter, that's the plot

American Mary (2010) - body horror & r*pe revenge that's not just ... actively misogynist at every single turn

He Never Died (2015) - henry rollins is a cannibal, among other things. the last half is kinda hilarious

Les affamés (2017) - québécois zombie movie, kinda got panned by critics but it's beautiful !!

What Keeps You Alive (2018) - lesbian couple on vacation, one tries to murder the other

Possessor (2020) - cronenberg jr.'s second full-length film endeavour! corporate assassins use brain implant shit to control & kill other people, the gore is fuckin unreal ... also themes of motherhood, family etc

NOT HORROR

C.R.A.Z.Y. (2005) - québécois movie abt a gay kid growing up in a french catholic household with his brothers, trying to like girls & failing

Eastern Promises (2007) - all actual russians hate this movie, but it's visually stunning

Rush: Beyond the Lighted Stage (2010) - as a canadian i'm legally obligated to promote Rush at every turn :-) also i've seen this doc over a dozen times & it's just .... brilliant, RIP neil

Goon (2011) and Goon: Last of the Enforcers (2017) - hockey bro comedies, main character is THE ultimate himbo <3 (yes these are comfort movies for me)

The Twentieth Century (2019) - i still don't even know what this is. it's a fictional user biography of one of our former prime ministers except there's. a cactus & some foot fetish shit & a seal clubbing contest ....?? it's just fucked lol

hope this is an ok list !!! i've rlly been making a conscious effort to watch more cancon & québécois film this past year or so, but it can be hard sometimes cuz uh. Yknow . americanization .... :'-) & if anyone else has any other fav canadian films, by all means drop them in the replies !!

#sorted by year cuz i can't rank anything !#i almost included Hard Core Logo (1996) but i took it off cuz it's not that good . i just enjoy it #asks #metallicasbian #long post -#sorry this took so fucking long to compile skfnskndjdjs for some reason it was insanely difficult to narrow down :'-)

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thelostguardianau · 4 years

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The Lost Guardian- Chapter Eight

“Heed the Silenced”

(Authors note: aha.. yknow I should probably stop making promises for this fic. Months later, w/ a chapter that doesn’t have Thomas in it, three different outlines down and i’m really just at the mercy of this fic at this point xD considering midway through writing this chapter I had to cut and rewrite an entire scene i’d spent a month on bc I’d decided that Dee had a chance at redemtion that added an actual direction and a tangable end goal to this story. So. Yeah. And!! A loud Thank You!! to @bumblebeekitten for helping me bounce ideas back & forth for this au and being my beta for this chapter!!)

Character Info & Art:

Chapter Seven | Chapter Nine

Fandom: Thomas Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Polyamsanders (LAMPR/CALMR-a.k.a LAMP/CALM + Remy ‘Sleep’ Sanders)

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA DIALOG HEAVY!(sorry) Currently depicted as morally grey Deceit(subject to change in future chapters), though the side of Deceit from his first appearance doesnt make an appearance in this chapter and it is explained why, mentions of past betrayal and dark descriptions of bodily concepts, curses, limitations, and changes only really explained as possible through the lore of this au. Deceit speaks in riddles because he has to, ominous warnings. Virgil still isn’t okay mentally. Mentions of indifference to death, lack of selfworth or self preservation. (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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Brown eyes flutter open at the chilly breeze of a fan, and the ravenette’s mind comes to realize that he’s been moved from resting on his stomach to laying on his back. Groggy from his much too short nap, it takes a few moments to realize there are no warm bodies near him or under him, no breathing or chatter of familiar voices to sooth him.

The room, he realizes, is empty.

The room itself is, in fact, not Remy’s bedroom at all.

Shooting straight up, Virgil’s first clear thought is that he’s back at home. At his apartment, this time in his hoodie yet still roughed up from his latest ‘adventure’. The scene is eerily familiar, and yet he knows this time that work is not where he needs to be. It’s already daylight and his mind now knows this familiar scene, he should feel alone. Yet, this time he can hear the sound of honking cars and people, his loud neighbor from upstairs stomping around.

It doesn’t make sense as he walks to his window and peers out to see vague cars and people, he can’t even seem to make out any individual faces. It’s grey and raining outside, but there is no pattering sound against the foggy window. ‘What’s happening?’ Virgil wonders.

“Life seemed so simple a week ago, even months ago, did it not..?” A familiar voice drifts from behind him. Ice cold fear shoots down the ravenette’s spine as he recognizes the voice.

“I can hardly believe you were able to leave it, your routine. It was your everything, back when you came to terms with what you had left. Am I wrong, Virgil?” Whirling around to face the voice, Virgil finds the terrifying ex-Guardian sitting on his couch looking quite at home, if a little sheepish.

“What do you care?” He spat back, stepping back against his window.

“I am only looking out for you, you know. I have been protecting you all your life. Of all people I think I would know what is best for you, don't you think? We are connected after all, you and I.” The man sighed, making a surrendering motion with his hands.

“Why would I trust you?! You tried to kill me yesterday!” Virgil growled. “Why--h-how are you even here!?”

“False, my dear Virgil. I tried to warn you. Sure,” The guardian rolled his hand as he spoke, “I am forced to have a round-about way of speaking my truths, it is just part of my consequences it seems. But how else was I going to get you to listen to me after the others fed you lies about me? I do sincerely apologize for my other half being rough, though. I cannot quite.. Control.. Him.” The guardian tilted his bowler hat down to guiltily hide his eyes, regret briefly twisting his expression.

Finally the Guardian stood, dusting himself off as if his immaculate attire had acquired dust from just existing in his apartment. “I needed my physical body to reach yours and make our soul connection strong again, so that my soul could reach yours. However.. The pain I caused you was far from my intention. I am deeply regretful that it came down to.. That awful encounter.

“To answer your question though, Virgil, I am here because I created ‘here’. A realm made to form this illusion of being home, sweet home, just on the corner of the little street you had come to live on for the past year. It is all my doing. Where you stand is simply an illusion only you and I can access, a manipulation of your dreams and memories. The only place where the real me can talk to you mostly unhindered.” The guardian gestured to his surroundings.

“It takes only one person to flip your life on it’s head, a matter of hours to make the decision of a lifetime, and a matter of days to have completely changed your life’s direction,” He turned to Virgil, and looked him straight in the eyes, feeling distant and lost.

“And only a matter of years to succumb to the depression of the lonely consequences..”

Virgil blinked at that. The sad, longing tone had him thrown for a loop; it almost felt like the Guardian wasn't even quite talking to Virgil. “I-What..? I.. I don’t understand.”

The Guardian shook his head, snapping out of it and refocusing himself. "Nevermind that. It is time I talked to you for real, if you will have me?" The Guardian held out a hand politely, though there was no real expectation for Virgil to take it.

After a pause, Virgil gave a slight nod, still suspicious of the other's intent. The Guardian returned the nod, and his hand fell to his side.

“I am limited to the time that you rest and for now I will not be able to explain myself thoroughly, so, I ask you to understand that I do not expect you to trust me when I am done. I honestly do not expect you to ever trust me. With the mistakes I have made, I firmly believe I would not deserve it.”

Virgil blinked in surprise, not having expected his captor to admit to his faults straight off the bat.

“Okay.. Well, we’re here, might as well hear your side of the story. So.. Shoot.” Virgil said lightly, distrust and suspicion still evident in his tone and stance.

“I would assume at this point you are well aware of how the story you have been told paints me as the villain, a mastermind seeking power, immortality, and revenge? At least, that is what I am led to believe is still the story, it has been many years since I have heard the tale first hand… And... Well. Would that not be so lovely?” Virgil made a face, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“I am serious. Life would be so much easier if it was all black and white, true or false, good and bad, would it not? If those who meant well knew everything and those malicious few could not corrupt anything?” The Guardian frowned a bit, frustrated with his words that couldn’t seem to cooperate with him.

“Would it not be lovely if I could talk to you without fighting to keep from turning every honest thought into a question or theoretical statement just to let it be said? That my words could hold a meaning not forcibly disguised in the forms of fables and riddles?” The Guardian looked down lamely, his words tapering off in agitation. For a moment, Virgil waited as the Guardian was silent, contemplative. Then, the next moment the Guardian’s face scrunched up in sadness and his words were soft as he placed a hand over his golden wrist markings.

“My story is complicated, and twisted with shades of grey. One could say what I did was an attempt to keep you safe, another could say that what I did was outlandish and impulsive, and stupid. But no one will be able to tell you that what I did went according to the plan I had... at first. No one will tell you that my intention was to save you, to keep your fate safe. No one will tell you that my plan was ruined. Because there is no longer anyone who remembers what happened that night except for me,”

The Guardian’s eyes flicked up to meet the ravenette’s, a hurt look passing over his face as he continued. His steady voice now just barely trembled with uncertainty as he continued.

“No one but me and the soul who wants so desperately for everyone to forget. The soul who ripped my own in two to bury the secret, and ruin you and I both.”

“My final warning is this: Beware of the man who carries the world on his shoulders unflinchingly, he will be watching you closely. You have immunity to his power thanks to our connection, you might use this knowledge well to find the truth that lies in plain sight. However, your fate lies in the decisions you chose to make with this knowledge, I can only warn you of what might come.” The Guardian nodded solemnly, choosing to finish his cryptic warning there.

Virgil stood there, reeling with the information. Sure, he definitely wasn’t completely convinced he could trust this cryptic stranger, Guardian? Foe? Friend? Virgil wasn’t really sure what to call him anymore. But damn, his life was already so fucking crazy, this was all just fucking crazy! He could just be dreaming for all he knew.

But… Deep inside, he was hoping he wasn’t.

This was, well. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting to hear when facing the man whose, er, body? Had originally tried to strangle him? Now he’d heard his sob story and, well, Virgil wasn’t that easy to fool, but he’d also been told that it wasn’t expected that he’d trust the guy even in the end and he didn’t really want to.

He’d been on the path to death for so long, and then just two days ago everything had changed. So much was happening, it was frankly exhausting. What the fuck was he, some book protagonist? Couldn’t he get a little time to think about all this before he went crazy?

Still, something under all his incredulity begged to hear the guardian out. He vaguely wondered how Stockholm Syndrome worked before he gave in a little. What difference did a little more crazy make in his life at this point?

“Fine, I’ll heed your warning, or whatever the fuck. But only if you can tell me what you mean when you said that this guy ripped your, uh, soul? In two.” Virgil huffed, partially relaxing. It was odd how comforting he found it to be, floating in this weird feeling imaginary world, where he could interact with objects that weren’t real. It felt like he was really standing in his home, and yet it was just built from memory.

The guardian’s solemn expression formed into a grim smile, eyes distant once more before nodding. “I will do the best that my words will allow.” Virgil nodded, and waited for the now very familiar stranger to gather his words and take a breath. Then he began, his markings lightly flashing gold.

“You find yourself whole one day, as you have always been. To be whole of body, whole of mind, both human and guardian in nature. To have conscious thought and control over your whole physical being and soul..

“You find that yourself and others of the winged variety are capable of separating your soul from your being, though only the most Elite can do it well. You find out the family you made would soon be in danger. You then find yourself lost and alone when you once had a home to call your own.

“You find yourself knowing a truth, a perilous truth. Your home is in shambles now that you are gone, yet they do not know it. This truth is at fault, but the blame is not fully your own in a world built on lies.

“The source of truth tucks itself into blankets of grey, drawing itself further from discovery with each passing day. Now only you know the truth. The source of the truth finds you, it seeks to hide you too.

“You find yourself split one day, as you have never been before. Forced apart from the body, trapped within the mind. Guardian in nature, to have conscious thought and your dying soul trapped within, a false mind piloting the puppeteered confines of a broken body with a blind goal.”

“You find you cannot control what you used to, you are a prisoner to a body that is no longer your own, mostly unconscious to the world around it. Crazed by the false emotions that fuel it.”

“The you that used to be is no longer, and has not been for over a hundred years. The world that knew you knows not of what you’ve become. Knows not of the shackles that bind you.

“The you that used to be is no longer, and will never be again.” The Guardian finished, hesitant yellow eyes meeting Virgil’s carefully. Phantom goosebumps trail down Virgil's arms as the final sentence strikes a cord in him.

Virgil found he really wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, the rawness in the other’s tone spoke volumes of the sore spot they’d reached.

“Your body rests, but your mind also needs time to process today. I shall see you when you next rest, though only if you wish to seek me. Rest well knowing that you will not be scooped from your safety once more, as I hope I’m never to do so again. And...” The guardian paused, considering their next words very carefully.

“I know it is selfish to ask... but, I hope and wish that Thomas is alright, after all this time... Do take care of him, would you?”

Virgil paused and stared, finding only concern and longing in the guardian’s expression. And, well, fuck. What a way to pull at a guy’s heartstrings.

“Er, yes. Yeah. I’ll try my best.” Virgil gave his signature mock salute, the Guardian tipping his hat in return.

“Trying is all I could ever ask of you, Virgil. Rest well, you will need it.” And with that final sentence, the world around Virgil gently grew dark, and he sunk into the comforting arms of sleep.

Despite it all, Virgil still found his mind vaguely conscious. Sluggish at best, but awake nonetheless.

He figured it was likely some lingering effect from the Guardian’s dream realm, but didn’t dwell on it. His life had way too much else going on to be debating the side effects gained from Guardian powers.

First, he’d been pretty damn convinced two days ago that he was going to be a goner by the end of the month. Completely resigned to die believing that his very existence was scorned by the world he’d been unwillingly born into.

Then Patton had stumbled onto his shitty apartment’s roof, found him in all of his resigned and depressed glory, and changed his life forever.

They’d mostly skipped the whole ‘Human nature is a series of life, death, and rebirth’ spiel that guardians were known to give in these situations because... Well, It wasn’t like they’d really had time to address it before the truth about his soul had come out. That he wasn’t exactly human to begin with.

Virgil didn’t think that Guardians had ever had a situation like his before. There wasn’t a protocol for comforting a kidnapped guardian soul. It’d never been a possibility before!

So it wasn’t surprising then, that Virgil didn’t have any better of a time processing it.

His whole life, all that he’d known to be true, all that he’d believed in? Everything had been uprooted and turned on its head. He’d apparently been living a life that was not supposed to be.

Perhaps for the first time in two days, Virgil realized that the thought of his death at the end of the month had not been consistently worming into his brain. It had once been something he could never seem to stop thinking about.

The death indicated by his soul timer was now perhaps the farthest thing from his mind.

Perhaps the strangest thing so far was that he wasn’t alone anymore. He’d possibly had more physical contact with other people in the short two(three?) days since this adventure started then he’d had in the past 16 years.

And wasn’t it just the cherry on top that he’d also gotten nearly choked out by the very guardian accused of kidnapping his soul in the first place? And now he was considering trusting the damn guy.

Virgil hollowly wondered why he even cared.

Why did he care about staying alive now when he’s spent his whole life believing he never would? Up until two days ago, that belief had still been true. But now? Avoiding death was the goal, Logan had stated as much.

Really, would Virgil lose anything by trusting the banished guardian? Even if the guardian was trying to trick Virgil and got him killed, what difference would it make? That’d always been the goal before. What did he, Virgil, really have to lose?

If it happened that Virgil lived past his twentieth birthday, if he became a guardian like he was supposed to be in the first place. Would he want that? Did he want that?

He wasn’t sure. Didn’t know if he ever had been.

His life had been built on resignation to the inevitable. Nothing seemed to motivate him towards liking or hating that possibility. He was just that.

Indifferent.

And wasn’t that just the greatest revelation of the night? Finding out that you’re indifferent to living or dying.

Once this was all over, if Virgil lived that long, he would make a note to see a therapist. He knew very well that this kind of mindset was unhealthy to keep. It just couldn’t be helped that the nineteen years he’d lived with this particular affliction couldn’t be fixed by a few extra hugs and comforting words.

Even if he didn’t like the fact that death sounded like the more peaceful option.

His thoughts paused, mentally sighing at the downward spiral he’d caught himself in. It was tiring, and going nowhere.

‘For now,’ he decided, ‘I’m just going to see how this plays out. The Guardian said that none of the others remember the truth, or whatever. So, It’s a ‘he said-they said’ situation right now...’

‘I’ll have to keep an eye out for the guy that he warned me about, then. Who knows if he's as dangerous as The Guardian made him out to be. It’s hard to tell with the weird way he has to talk..’

Virgil paused again, a realization striking him. If he could have groaned, he would have. Not once had he been given or even remembered to ask for the name of said Guardian. What was he supposed to call the rogue Guardian now? He couldn’t just keep calling him The Guardian!

Amidst the disbelief of such a slip up, a foreign yet familiar feeling prodded questioningly at his conscious mind. Adding confusion into the mix of emotions, he returned the feeling with a questioning thought of his own.

He briefly heard the Guardian’s whispy voice once more, now acting with permission.

“You may call me Janus”

Then all at once, Virgil woke up.

Chapter Nine

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #lamp/calm #LAMPR/CALMR #LAMP/CALM + remy ‘sleep’ sanders #tw angst #tw long post #long fic #thelostguardianau #morally grey deceit #for the time being #the aim is that he reach sympathetic but trust aint that easy

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wordsablaze · 3 years

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7. of longing and heartache and lust

your beauty hides the pain Lost on the mountain, Jaskier accidentally angers a mage who decides to curse Yennefer with his company and for once, it might actually be a blessing in disguise…

A/N: first chapter of the year and these two get some progress :) @random-nerd-3 @surreal-static @10moonymhrivertam

previous chapter

Jaskier has never loved portals so much.

Well, he’s never loved them at all really, but he finds that he can’t remember how to hate them when Yennefer finally conjures one.

“Gods, I could kiss you for that,” he mutters as he stumbles through.

“Please don’t,” Yennefer mutters back.

He couldn’t even care less about her disgust because he can see an inn and an inn means food and he’s so hungry he could eat a horse. Or maybe not, he’d rather avoid anything that might offend Roach no matter how desperate he is.

While he’s busy wondering if horses would take offence to his hunger, Yennefer brushes past him and orders food. Only when he feels like he’s been placed far too close to a fire do his feet remember to move, at which point he follows her to a table, most definitely not unceremoniously collapsing into a seat.

Neither of them say anything else until after they’ve finished eating, mostly because Jaskier is too tired to think of worthy insults on an empty stomach. Yennefer doesn’t seem to have the same problem if the occasional look on her face that implies she’s holding back her words is anything to go by, and yet she doesn’t break the silence.

Eventually, Jaskier does. “So, uh, what now?”

Yennefer sighs. “Normally, this would be where we part ways.”

“Would it help going back to the mountains?” Jaskier asks, ignoring the fact that he’s meant to be insulted.

A pause, followed by a second sigh. “Loathe as I am to admit it, bard, that’s not a terrible idea,” Yennefer tells him.

Jaskier grins for all of a minute, after which he frowns. “How far away are we from there?”

“What, are you tired already?” Yennefer scoffs.

Bristling, Jaskier folds his arms. “Just because you have your magic to keep you going doesn’t mean you should force the rest of us to match your probably inhuman pace!”

She just raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to use magic as an excuse so you don’t have to admit you’re below me?”

“It’s not an excuse, witch, it’s the truth. You have an unfair advantage.” Jaskier mutters, almost regretting it when Yennefer scowls at him with a rare clench of her jaw that seems to suggest he’s ventured into a sore spot.

Her eyes are ablaze with something like injustice when she meets his gaze with a sharp glare. “There is nothing fair about having advantages and I have every right to use my magic because I, unlike you with your stolen stories and stolen instruments, have earned my advantage, with and without chaos.”

She stands and almost literally storms off without waiting for his response, seemingly forgetting about their current predicament. As it is, Jaskier scrambles to catch up with her, managing to grab his lute before he’s all but forced up the stairs. He doesn’t make it to the room she seems to have bought though, because she slams the door shut behind her.

“Really?” Jaskier asks the wood, but guilt has already bloomed inside him and he finds he can’t blame her this time. With a soft exhale, he just settles cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the door and rubbing his aching feet.

It’s not a problem until someone who must work at the inn marches up to him. “If you’re not going to pay for the room, you owe us a performance,” he barks.

Jaskier groans; apparently Yennefer hadn’t exactly bought the room.

“I completely understand but you see-”

“You’re holding a lute,” the man interrupts, eyebrows raised.

Jaskier nods quickly. “Yes, very observant of you but I’m afraid I wouldn’t do a performance justice just yet. It’s been a long few days and so maybe-”

“You can always pay instead,” the man suggests, only it’s more like a warning.

“I would, I really would, but my- uh, my travelling companion has our coin and I-”

The man cuts him off again, this time by grabbing his arm and yanking him upright. Jaskier yelps, already knowing he’s going to bruise, and attempts to plant his feet. Before he can try to explain, the man tugs harder and, apparently on a strict diet of muscle feed, easily forces him along.

“Wait, wait! Please, I swear we’ll pay, just-”

“Save your breath for your singing. We have rules, you know,” the man grumbles.

They get to the bottom of the stairs before Jaskier finally stops protesting and gives in, taking a moment to steel himself before starting to perform, doing his best not to make it obvious he’s trying to stay as near to the stairs as possible as he circles the room, pointedly ignoring the makeshift stage in the far corner because committing to it would likely make him cry.

Not that his tears aren't tempted to fall anyway because every time he moves around, he's distinctly reminded that he's on some kind of leash that keeps trying to guide him back towards Yennefer. Though guide is perhaps too kind a word for the spikes of burning that flare up on and under every inch of his skin until he makes his way back to nearer the stairs, at which point said spikes fade into less intense but still unmissable aches.

He manages three songs before his knees quit on him and he has to lean against the wall to avoid crashing into a table and accidentally starting a fight. “I’m going to have to... continue... later in the evening, please,” he manages, breathing heavily.

The innkeeper - not the man from earlier, so Jaskier has no idea who that was - nods at him, apparently satisfied, and he wastes no time in dragging himself back up the stairs, flopping to the floor and propping himself up on the door of the room they’ve now paid for again.

Five seconds later, the door opens.

His head hits the floor with a thud as Yennefer curses from somewhere above him.

“Sorry,” he mumbles through the haze of pain.

“You couldn’t just say no?” she asks, her tone bitter.

He blinks at that, forcing his eyes open and frowning when he sees her visible grimace. “I tried! It wasn’t like I enjoyed it but I thought you… I mean- what about all your magic?” he asks awkwardly.

Yennefer shrugs, nudging his legs out of the doorway so she can close the door before settling on the bed. “Magic is not an automatic painkiller, bard.”

Wait.

“But you- back at the- and… hang on, what?”

Yennefer snorts. “I see all that studying paid off.”

Jaskier rolls his eyes, winces when that seems to irritate his headache, and sits up, shuffling along the wall until he’s directly opposite the bed because he really can’t get enough of the pure calm washing over him now that the two of them are close together again.

“Why didn't you appear to be in pain before?” he asks carefully.

Several moments pass before Yennefer looks at him. “I’ve lived with pain longer than you’ve been alive.”

Oh. Well now he just feels like a terrible person for making assumptions. He knows a lot of words but not enough for him to come up with a suitable reply for being ignorant of causing someone agony so he just goes with, “I’m sorry.”

“For being an idiot?”

Jaskier shakes his head. “I’m sorry you’ve had to live with pain,” he clarifies softly.

A strange look passes over Yennefer’s face and just when he thinks she’s going to just turn her back to him, she nods. “I could almost say the same to you.”

“Almost,” Jaskier echoes, because he’s not exactly sure what she means by that but he’s fairly certain he hasn’t gone through even a fragment of what she seems to have.

Either way, she accepts his apology and graces him with a smile before finally lying down properly. Any other time, he’d tease her for already needing more beauty sleep by midday but since his own eyes are drooping - being in pain is incredibly exhausting, thank you very much - he just offers up a quiet “sleep well” and rests his head on his lute case.

He’s not sure if he only imagines the returning whisper of “likewise”.

i'm sure innkeepers were usually more understanding but like *gestures vaguely* plot devices, yknow?

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iamanartichoke · 3 years

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So, Loki trailer question for you (possible negativity, fyi). I just have this general feeling of...*offness* with Loki? Like I saw a post that said it felt less like Loki and more like Tom cosplaying Loki, which makes no sense bc Tom is too good of an actor for that but it does match up with the vibe I get. I can't put my finger on it, there's just this vague sense of it feeling not fully "Loki." I'm still cautiously optimistic overall, but curious if you felt any of the weird vibes I did?

I did (do) feel the weird, not-Loki vibes. I think it’s a combination of two things: 1) the tone of the trailer is impossible to decipher, which leaves the tone of the show rather up in the air, and 2) Loki as a protagonist is a new angle, and that type of coding can affect the vibes.

Re: the trailer’s tone in general: for me, watching the trailer was like - the first time, just !!! bc I wasn’t expecting a trailer to drop and, yknow, Loki; the next couple of times I was like, hmmmmmm, and the several viewings since then have oscillated between hmmm and okay, this has potential, which is more or less where I am in general on the show now. In my opinion, it’s hard to decipher the tone bc it doesn’t seem to really have a tone; it feels somewhat comedic, somewhat bizarre, and somewhat intriguing in a “this storyline is going to be some kind of puzzle we’re all trying to solve” kind of way. Not being able to figure out what kind of show this is going to be - for me, at least - makes it hard, in turn, to put a finger on how Loki is going to be portrayed in it.

That said, Loki’s new role plays a significant part in throwing off those vibes, too; not necessarily in a bad way but definitely in a different way. What I mean is, up until this point, what we’ve seen of Loki has both been a) as an antagonist (or anti-hero, at best), and b) in the context of being a background character to someone else’s (Thor’s) story. We’ve never seen him framed as the protagonist, and now that framing is against the backdrop of a completely new universe, one in which Loki is surrounded by new characters, with a new look (clothing style, etc), in new circumstances. The goalposts have totally moved.

For better or for worse, Loki’s story has often revolved around Thor, in that by being the anti-hero or foil to Thor’s protagonist, much of what Loki says or does is reactionary of what Thor says or does. Furthermore, a lot of Loki’s arc is tangled up in Thor, bc a big part of his identity struggle is a trauma response to how he was treated compared to how Thor was treated their entire lives. Loki has always been a complex character, and there’s so much more to him than Thor, but that context and setting is all we’ve ever gotten, since the first Thor film. Loki’s never been given the narrative room to be anything else and we may not like that, but it’s what we’re used to seeing.

Now it’s different. This is Loki’s story alone and tossing him into such different circumstances is, I think, something that contributes significantly to the “off” vibes about him. The setting feels completely different from the Thor films. Aside from the mention of “brother,” once, Thor may as well not even exist - nor Odin, Frigga, Asgard, or any of the things that have framed Loki’s storylines for so long. We don’t know how Loki is going to respond to these new circumstances; we don’t even know if Loki will remember he is Loki (if the theories about him having amnesia hold any weight). He doesn’t quite hold himself the same way. It does feel like a cosplay, because what we’ve basically gotten is dark-haired Tom not quite cpaturing Loki’s mannerisms and energy, in the middle of a bunch of scenery and characters that have nothing to do with Asgard or Thor.

So, yes; I do get that feeling of off-ness and I sort of agree with the “cosplaying” feel of Tom’s performance. That being said, though, I am reserving judgement on whether or not that bodes ill for the series. When we get more context of what we’ve seen, the puzzle pieces could all come together. I’m cautiously optimistic that they will. Because I also agree with your point that Tom is too good of an actor to not be able to play Loki “correctly” in this series.

What I keep reminding myself is that Tom’s contract was done after IW/EG. He wasn’t obligated to return for this series, and no one would have blamed him if, after that ending, he said no and washed his hands of the MCU completely. But he didn’t. He signed on and seems excited whenever he talks about it. He is very gifted and he knows, understands, and tries to advocate for Loki as much as any of us in the fandom I realize that I’m putting all my eggs in the Tom basket at this point, and perhaps that’s unreasonable and short-sighted, considering the overall “off” vibes of the trailer, but here we are. I do have a couple of eggs in the “I’ve read some speculations and theories that seem pretty interesting and I’m down for that” baskets, too, for what it’s worth.

ANYWAY. I’m not sure if that answered your question or not, so I’m sorry, but tl;dr: yes, I agree that there’s an “off” feeling about Loki’s portrayal in the trailer, and it’s possible it’s a bad sign, but it’s just as possible it’s not. Either way, you’re not alone in your feelings.

#asks #charlotte replies #loki on the small screen #loki pokey artichokey #tom hiddleston is my favorite unicorn #i gotta stop writing novels over here #smfh #scintillatingshortgirl19

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horrordirtbag · 3 years

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my theories on why Jason didn’t go home after drowning & peeking into his brain

Ok so people always act like the Friday the 13th continuity is an incomprehensible mess which always annoys me because it really isn’t, but there are a few things that aren’t ever really explained. Most of it’s pretty small shit only super fans argue over, like how Jason got home from Manhattan or if he can teleport or not

But there is one thing that is never explained or even addressed in any of the 12 movies: why Jason never went home, and admittedly it remains the series’ only big plothole

Part 2 puts clear emphasis on the fact that Jason’s body was never found in the lake (which was mentioned in p1), and that he spent the rest of his life living alone in the woods. But, why wouldn’t Jason just go home if he didn’t die?

Well, after pondering this in the shower, I’ve come up with a few theories that I think are pretty satisfactory. In short, I find that there are only 3 general explanations as to why he didn’t:

1. voodoo supernatural shit

2. He didn’t want to; the woods offered him a newfound freedom that his past life couldn’t.

3. He couldn’t

and now I’ll break them down more (there is some light sexual abuse stuff mentioned below so be warned)

This will also double as a deep dive into Jason’s brain lol

Ok, so first of all the voodoo shit. This is my least favorite and I only put it in there for necessity. Basically, this is shit like the deadite theory or other weird JGTH nonsense. Y’all probably already know I hate that theory, but there are other ways involving the supernatural that might work, mostly revolving around Crystal Lake’s vague death curse. But this generally goes against the notion that part 2 sets up so I’m not going to dwell on it.

Second of all, maybe he didn’t want to. This could be for a number of reasons, but the way I see it, while yes Jason loves his mother, returning home to her would mean returning to being the outcast again, to being bullied and neglected. Here, in the woods, he’s not an outcast anymore. He’s free. The woods are his world now, where he can do whatever he want and forget the world that betrayed him.

Then there’s also the possibility that may be kind of taboo for this franchise, but maybe Jason was actually mad at his mother. Or maybe not mad, but he felt betrayed by her, too. When we see Jason drown in part 1, he’s crying for his mother, and of course she never came. She was the only one that loved him, the only one that protected him, and she wasn’t there when he needed her the most. Now, obviously this is because Pamela was working in the cafeteria and couldn’t hear him, but little Jason wouldn’t know this. All he would know is that the one person who loved him never came.

Now, fast forward to 1979, and Jason watches his mother kill to avenge him. It’s the first time in 20 years that he sees that his mother did care, that she was doing all of this for him. He might even begin to feel guilty for causing her all that pain. And then, of course, seeing her die shortly after would send him over the edge. When he realizes someone out there did love him, they’re taken away. The world has been nothing but cruel to him just for being different, and all that sadness turns into anger.

Sure, there were a few times before then that Pamela tried to avenge Jason, those first 2 murders in 58, poisoning the water and setting a few fires, but it’s possible Jason didn’t witness those since they were much smaller occurrences, and also his mom didn’t give a hefty monologue at the end lol

Now... third of all.... maybe Jason physically could not. And this could also go in a number of ways. But, let’s take this from the beginning. Crystal Lake, from what we know, is a very rural place. The main part of town seems to be pretty damn far from the actual lake. So, little 11 year old Jason probably would’ve gotten lost, and would’ve had to learn how to survive in the woods, and if he came across anyone he probably would’ve been too afraid to approach them because yknow... no one ever loved him.

Granted, though... this would only account for the first few years of Jason’s woodland life. In a few years tops, Jason probably would’ve figured out a way home, unless Pamela moved out of town. Which is why I think it’s most likely a combination of this and what I talked about above. After learning how to live in the woods for a few years, he might’ve grown to like it compared to his old life, so by the time he learns how to get out, he might choose not to.

So that brings me to my final explanation, and this is really just a completely out of left field fan theory. Everything else I’ve tried to keep as close to canon as possible without taking too many liberties, but for this final theory, maybe Jason was kidnapped. Held hostage in some perverts basement for years after he drowned. Maybe that was his first kill when he escapes, maybe that’s why he hates sex (an idea I’m usually against cuz I don’t see any reason for Jason to hate sex, but in this scenario it would make sense). He could’ve been held captive up until the 70s.

But that’s a very extreme fan theory. Personally, I think it’s that Jason didn’t want to. He embraced his new found freedom... and then felt nothing but guilt for it when he watched his mother die.

So, the overall point of this post besides an obsessed fan thinking way too deeply into a slasher franchise? I guess to explain that, while yes it is a plothole, it is one that can be reasonably explained. It seems unlikely at first, but the more you think about it the more sense it makes, at least to me it does.

I also want to add, I think this element of mystery is pretty fun. Sure it’s a result of script writers not caring too much, but it adds to that urban legend feeling. The mystery is endearing and I find trying to explain them is very fun for fans

So if anyone actually read all of this, let me know what you think, or if you have your own ideas

#Friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees #Pamela Voorhees #slashers #horror movies

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 4 years

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the Miraculouses in the Pirate Au

They’re more like artifacts with special curses and blessings to them— and when they’re all put together- they can either summon something, or cast a wish, along with the added need of human sacrifice.

Probably.

Just to keep things mature yknow? That whole “Emilie means the world” to him “so he needs to pay an equal price” thing that one of you guys suggested

I’m still working on it

So think.. uhm.. the song “Blessed Messiah and the Tower of Ai” kind of thing.

Instead of just needing the Ladybug and the Cat to cast a wish, Gabriel needs them all.

So it’s kind of a matter of “get them before he does”? Or “make sure no one can get them ever”?

I’m just gonna list the ones I know for sure what they do and where they are and who has them.

Note: most of the ‘curses’ are not actual curses, but they’re called that as they’re the negative part to the artifact that affects the user negatively in some way.

Tiger’s Panjas Bracelet: Has the power to conceal and hide anything, invisibility x100 basically, along with intangibility. It takes a lot of energy for a single use though, so it should be a last minute use. The current holder is Anarka, who used it to hide herself on an island after the destruction of her home, using it’s magic, she made the entire island disappear with her. The curse to it, that I’ve considered, is the Obscurity behind it. The unclear answers. The mystery— it holds the uncertainty of one’s fate, and the promise that they’ll never find your body. This is vague as fuck and I don’t know what else it would carry.

Rabbit’s Pocket Watch: Has the power to count down to certain moments that the user can tell it to count down to. (”How long until the next meal?” The pocket watch immediately begins to tick down to the next meal). The current holder is Alix, who uses it occasionally for missions (”how long until the next guard walks by here?”) but tries to use it as little as possible because the curse to it- is that there’s a secondary clock to it, that counts down to the user’s death. It’s always there. You can’t look at the watch without looking at that. It’s a reminder. That time is always looking down on you. I wonder if Alim saw to the last moments of his own timer.

Fox’s Pendent: In exchange for a ton of energy, the user can cast a major illusion and can get away with more lies than most. Alya is the current holder, but Lila had it before her. The curse to it is- well- a literal and actual curse. Alya can’t step on land without turning into a fox. Basically the magic poetic logic is that illusions alter reality to become something it’s not, and thus also alters the user being as well, as the definition of illusion and reality is blurred. You can’t have one without the other. The curse Lila had might’ve been different, but the point is that it is the opposite of it’s virtue— because the powers is that the trickery the pendent can cast is almost undistinguishable to reality. Like becoming unhumane. The user becomes something that feels unreal, as they do the same with their own magic.

Cat’s Ring: This one has been lost for a long time. What makes it incredibly special is that it comes with a magical familiar tied to it, it’s name is Plagg. The only other artifact that matches this unique trait being the ladybug earrings. It’s virtue of destruction allows the user to destroy and deteriorate anything they touch at any moment they want. However the curse behind it is that with each use, the ring slowly kills the user more and more. If one wants to destroy the world around them, they should be prepared to be destroyed a little themselves as well.

These are all of the things I’ve thought of so far, I hope you guys find them dope, I’ll try not to spoil anything else about the miraculous artifacts, but I just wanted to share what I had

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