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thetruthbehindtheemotions · 4 months

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Hatred

I am the feeling that annihilates. That destroys what it touches and whom it touches. I settle within you like a plague. Unconscious. I slowly annihilate everything good that may have existed in your life, every good feeling, every memory. And just as rust corrodes iron, I corrode your insides, leaving you rotten, thirsting for revenge. I blind your eyes, and so you only see what I want you to see. I make you my toy, my puppet... Nice to meet you, I am Hatred.

Have you ever felt a sense of power when anger arises? That desire to let loose? That is the greatness that hatred provides. Getting angry, experiencing hatred, seems good. Under the influence of deep illusion, we find pleasure in the increase of blood pressure, heart rate, and adrenaline that accompany the outburst of hatred. Instead of serving as an alert that we are losing control and about to do something crazy, these sensations invigorate and awaken the dormant beast within us, inevitably leading to deadly confrontations. An example of this greatness and power that one feels when consumed by hatred is the infamous Nazi regime. Due to their immense hatred towards races they deemed unworthy, it is estimated that at least 1.5 million people - mostly Jews - died in gas chambers, from starvation, or due to diseases.

Another example of how the presence of hatred often leads to violent episodes is seen in major wars between nations. Governments often launch propaganda campaigns to promote hatred against enemy troops and civilians, in order to justify armed attacks. Although it is a fairly common sentiment, hatred is undesirable due to its disastrous consequences.

Hatred is linked to enmity and repulsion. People try to avoid or destroy what they hate. In the case of hatred towards another human being, the feeling can manifest through insults or physical aggression. Many consider hatred to be the opposite of love. Some believe, however, that love and hatred are just a step away from each other - and vice versa - since hatred is always directed towards someone considered important and who mobilizes the individual. But in this sense, the opposite of love would not be hatred, but rather indifference.

I am a perspicacious and voracious feeling of extreme displeasure that brings unhappiness and is characterized by the harshness and roughness it inflicts upon the life of those who hate. I am also present in all forms of human life, regardless of the type of civilization.

I am also present in all social classes, in all neighborhoods, in all alleys, cities, and countries of the world. I am the energy that drives destruction, war, and I am based on competition, selfishness, anger, envy, hurt, greed, and disunity. These are my main pillars. Anything built with hatred has less value because I am wrathful, because I contaminate relationships and turn them into something sick. I am the source that governs life, impoverishes and debases human beings, making them unworthy of living on the only planet in the solar system that offers conditions for physical life.

I am generally associated with romantic illusions, deep wounds in the soul, traumas, or abuses often generated in childhood. All of these accumulated with the problems that Life usually imposes, give rise to Hatred. Many even believe that Hatred emerged from Love, and indeed, this is true, but not entirely. I have existed since the world began. I was there when Cain killed Abel. I was there when Jesus was crucified. I was there in every war. I was there when terrorism emerged. I have always been present, and with each event, my power grew stronger. However, I became this potent, corrosive feeling when Love crossed my path. Love was not my creator, but it was responsible for making me who I am today.

That's right, not even I, Hatred, this being so powerful, so feared, was able to escape the charms of Love. Love came into my life like the sun after a storm. It illuminated my cold and gloomy days. It showed me that even a being like me was worthy of experiencing happiness. And in the blink of an eye, I found myself fallen at Love's feet. I loved Love with everything I had and even with what I didn't have. Their beauty was incomparable, their smile always radiant, their kindness impressive, and their words always comforting. I found myself completely captivated by their penetrating gaze. But contrary to what I believed, all the hugs, all the moments of affection and love were not directed solely at me. That was a quality, or curse, that both Love and Passion carried.

They would never be capable of loving only one person. I had given everything of myself to Love, I practically started living its function because, to me, we were one. But it was on a sad day that I began to see that the affections, and especially your love, were not directed solely towards me, but also towards other beings that inhabit the earth. On that day, I saw my whole world crumble. I felt betrayed. I felt anger, anguish, hurt, pain, and... hatred. It was there, in that constant whirlwind of emotions, that I, Hatred, acquired all my power, all my fury.

We think we know everything about love, don't we? But it was on that day that I truly discovered what love is. It hurt more than any cut I had suffered on my face, but I loved him too much, so I asked him to stay away from me. But whenever we meet, fights are inevitable. Not by Love's initiative, of course, but by me. Even though many years have passed, I simply can't avoid it.

Every time I encounter him, all the anger and resentment I felt back then come rushing back with full force.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Love asked me, with his beautiful eyes filled with tears.

"Because I once loved you too much," I replied, turning my back on him, putting an end to our discussion. And even though I was already a few meters away, I could clearly hear the sound of his crying.

That sound shattered my heart. Knowing that his love was not directed solely towards me hurt, but knowing that he was suffering hurt even more. It was torture, but I had to admit, I still loved him. Even though we were complete opposites, like water and wine, like night and day, my fate would always be to love him. I was destined to suffer for eternity.

"I hate loving you," I whispered to myself, futilely trying to hold back my own tears.

Hatred never disappears, not as long as feelings of resentment are nurtured in the mind. That's me, strong, attractive, and powerful, but with a heart completely broken by Love.

"When a person knows love... they also assume the risk of knowing hatred."

- Sasuke Uchiha

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Ódio

Eu sou o sentimento que aniquila. Que destrói aquilo que toca e a quem toca. Instalo-me em seu interior como uma praga. Inconsciente. Vou aniquilando tudo aquilo de bom que possa ter existido em sua vida, cada sentimento bom, ou lembrança. E assim como a ferrugem corrói o ferro, eu corroo seu interior, te deixando podre, com sede de vingança. Eu cego os seus olhos, e assim você só enxerga o que eu quero que enxergue. Eu faço de você o meu brinquedo, a minha marionete... Muito prazer, eu sou o Ódio.

Já teve aquela sensação de poder quando surge à ira? Aquela vontade de deixar o bicho pegar? Isso se dá a grandeza que o ódio te proporciona. Ficar com raiva, experimentar o ódio, parece bom. Sob o efeito da ilusão profunda, sentimos prazer no aumento da pressão sanguínea, batida cardíaca e adrenalina que acompanha o surto de ódio. Ao invés de servir de alerta que vamos perder o controle e fazer loucuras, estas sensações animam e despertam o animal adormecido dentro de nós, e consequentemente a ira desse "animal" gera confrontos mortais. Um exemplo dessa grandeza e poder que você sente quando é consumido pelo ódio é o famoso governo Nazista, que com seu tamanho ódio para com as raças que não eram consideradas de sangue azul, estima-se que pelo menos 1,5 milhões de pessoas - em sua maioria Judeus - morreram nas câmaras de gás, de fome ou por doenças.

Um outro exemplo de como a existência do ódio muitas vezes pode levar a episódios violentos, ocorre nas grandes guerras entre as nações. Os governos muitas vezes lançam campanhas de propaganda para promover o ódio contra as tropas inimigas e cidadãos, para que eles passem os ataques armados. Mesmo que seja um sentimento bastante comum, o ódio é algo indesejável devido a suas consequências desastrosas.

O ódio está relacionado com a inimizade e a repulsão. As pessoas tentam evitar ou destruir aquilo que odeiam. No caso do ódio, relativamente a outro ser humano, o sentimento pode refletir-se através de insultos ou de agressões físicas. Muitos consideram o ódio como o oposto do amor. Há quem acredite, no entanto, que do amor ao ódio é apenas um passo - e vice-versa -, uma vez que o ódio está sempre dirigido a alguém que se considera importante e que mobiliza o indivíduo. Mas neste sentido, o contrário do amor não seria o ódio, e sim a indiferença.

Sou um sentimento perspicaz e voraz, de desgosto extremo, que traz infelicidade e que é caracterizado pela dureza e aspereza que traz para a vida de quem odeia. Também estou presente em todas as formas de vida humana, independente do tipo de civilização.

Também estou presente em todas as classes sociais, em todos os bairros, em todas as vielas, cidades e países do mundo. Eu sou a energia que impulsiona para a destruição, para a guerra, e tenho como base a competição, o egoísmo, a raiva, inveja, mágoa, cobiça, desunião. Estes são os meus principais pilares. Tudo o que é construido com ódio tem menos valor, porque eu sou raivoso, porque contamino relações e as transformo em doentias. Eu sou a fonte que desgoverna a vida, que empobrece e rebaixa o ser humano, o fazendo indigno de viver no único planeta do sistema solar que oferece condições de vida fisica.

Estou geralmente associado a ilusões amorosas, a feridas profundas instaladas na alma, a traumas ou abusos geralmente gerados na infância. Tudo isso acumulado com os problemas que normalmente a Vida os impõe, é que surge o Odio. Muitos ate acreditam que o Ódio surgiu do Amor, e de fato, isto é verdade, mas não completamente. Eu existo desde que o mundo é mundo. Eu estive lá quando Caim matou Abel. Eu estive lá quando Jesus foi crucificado. Eu estive lá, em todas as guerras. Eu estive lá, quando o terrorismo surgiu. Eu sempre estive presente, e a cada evento o meu poder evoluía mais, contudo, eu me tornei essa potência, esse sentimento tão corrosivo, quando o Amor surgiu em meu caminho. Ele não foi meu criador, mas foi o responsável por eu me tornar o que sou hoje.

Isso mesmo, nem mesmo eu, o Odio, esse ser tão poderoso, tão temido, fui capaz de escapar dos encantos do Amor. Ele surgiu em minha vida como o sol surge após uma tempestade. Ele iluminou os meus dias frios e sombrios. Mostrou-me que até mesmo um ser como eu, era digno de conhecer a felicidade. E assim como a rapidez de um piscar de olhos, eu me vi caído a seus pés. Eu o amei com tudo o que eu tinha e com o que eu não tinha também. A sua beleza era incomparável, o seu sorriso era sempre iluminado, a sua gentileza era impressionante, assim como suas palavras sempre reconfortantes. Vi-me completamente preso em seu olhar tão penetrante. Mas diferente do que eu acreditava, todos os abraços, todos os momentos de carinho e amor, não eram dirigidos somente para mim. Essa era uma qualidade, ou maldição que tanto o Amor, como a Paixão carregavam.

Eles jamais seriam capazes de amar somente uma pessoa. Eu havia dado tudo de mim ao Amor, eu passei praticamente a viver a sua função, porque para mim éramos um só. Mas foi em um triste dia que passei a ver que os carinhos, e principalmente o seu amor, não era direcionado somente para mim, mas também para os demais seres que habitam a terra. Naquele dia eu vi todo o meu mundo desmoronar. Eu me senti traído. Senti raiva, angústia, magoa, dor e... ódio. Foi ali, naquela constante de sentimentos que eu, o Ódio, adquiri todo o meu poder, toda a minha fúria.

A gente acha que sabe tudo sobre o amor, não é mesmo? Mas foi naquele dia que realmente descobri o que é amor. Doeu mais do que qualquer corte que eu tivesse sofrido no rosto, mas eu o amava demais, então pedi a ele que se afastasse de mim. Mas sempre que nos encontramos, as brigas são inevitáveis. Não por iniciativa do Amor, é claro, mas sim por mim. Mesmo tendo se passado muitos anos, simplesmente não consigo evitar.

Sempre que o encontro, toda a raiva e mágoa que senti na época, veem com força total.

— Por que você me odeia tanto? — perguntou-me o Amor, com seus belos olhos marejados.

— Porque um dia eu já te amei demais. — respondi dando-lhe as costas, pondo fim a nossa discussão. E mesmo já estando a alguns metros de distancia, pude ouvir nitidamente o som do seu choro.

Aquele som destroçou meu coração. Saber que seu amor não era direcionado somente para mim doeu, mas saber que ele estava sofrendo doeu muito mais. Era uma droga, mas eu tinha que admitir, eu ainda o amava. Mesmo sendo completamente opostos, como água e vinho, como noite e dia, a minha sina seria sempre amá-lo. Eu estava destinado a sofrer por toda a eternidade.

— Eu odeio te amar.— sussurro para mim mesmo, tentando inutilmente segurar as minhas próprias lagrimas.

O ódio nunca desaparece, não enquanto sentimentos de mágoas forem alimentados na mente. Esse sou eu, forte, atraente e poderoso, mas com o coração completamente quebrado pelo Amor.

"Quando uma pessoa conhece o amor... Também assume o risco de conhecer o ódio."

— Sasuke Uchiha

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cosmicjoke · 3 years

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Ah, chapters 113 & 114 of AoT, and I’ve only got one thing to say.

Zeke, am I supposed to be feel sorry for the bitch? Well I DON’T.

No, seriously, fuck this guuuuuuuuy, I know I keep saying it again and again, but God damn, if these two chapters didn’t just solidify my hatred for the bastard.

First of all, he is just... the most whiny, delusional, self-pitying pathetic loser, just... he really is. I feel like a character in a Peanuts comic strip every time he opens his mouth. All I hear is “whaa, whaa, whaa”. And his delusions of grandeur would almost be funny if they weren’t so pathetic.

Here’s the thing, alright, and I’m sorry if I’m going to offend any Zeke fans with what I’m about to say, but too bad, I guess.

Everything out of this shitheads mouth is a lie. And just because he’s convinced himself of his own bullshit doesn’t make the lies coming out of his mouth any more true.

He turns Levi’s fellow soldiers into Titans. He does this without remorse. Don’t try to tell me Zeke felt bad about it. He didn’t. You know how I know he didn’t? Because in his private moments in the immediate aftermath, he mocks Levi over having done it, gloating about his supposed master plan of using Levi’s compassion against him and utilizing it to ensure Levi’s own demise. Zeke’s entire attitude here is sickeningly unbothered, unburdened, uncaring, and smug in the EXTREME. He mocks Levi’s compassion, literally makes fun of it and lambasts it as a pathetic sign of weakness when he says “I know you’re a caring leader. Your soldiers haven’t done anything wrong. They’ve just grown a little bigger. You wouldn’t, say, slice them to pieces over that, would you?”. This is Zeke making fun of the fact, finding AMUSEMENT in the fact that he’s just murdered 30 people who have never done a single thing to him, and reveling in what he thinks is a victory that will lead to Levi’s own death, reveling in having taken advantage of and weaponizing a better man’s kindness and compassion. Zeke is ENJOYING this moment. Just like he enjoyed killing all those soldiers in Shinganshina. And then, the kicker, and this is a particular point about Zeke that just makes me absolutely sick, he pretends to himself as if he didn’t want to do it. He PLAYS at his own regret, saying, “I didn’t want do this either,” and yet in the very next breath, continues to treat what he’s done with grotesque flippancy, saying “Still, how sad... There wasn’t even a battle or skirmish.” Gloating over how easily he’s bested Levi and his men, before going on to sink further into his insane delusions of grandeur, blaming their inability to trust one another on Levi’s inability to “understand”. I’m sorry, Zeke, but no. You didn’t even TRY to help Levi understand, too wrapped up in your own egotistical god-complex to consider it a possibility. ‘Oh, only I could possibly understand, along with Eren, the great task we two special beings have been burdened with. He makes assumptions about Levi’s life, about the kinds of things he’s seen and experienced, and convinces himself that they couldn’t be anything like what Zeke has (which, hilariously, is all wrong, since out of everyone, Levi knows better than anyone else in the SC what it’s like to be treated as a second class citizen). Zeke just assumes Levi couldn’t possibly ever grasp the complexities of the outside world, and so that’s why Zeke didn’t even bother trying to talk to him. Blah, blah, blah. No, Zeke, you didn’t share your stupid ass plan because you wanted to continue to feel special, like you’re the chosen one who gets to decide the fate of an entire race of people. The most hilarious part of this entire sequence is when Zeke is thinking Levi couldn’t ever understand the concept of all the world’s militaries bearing down on Paradis at once, and what that means, couldn’t grasp the urgency of the situation, as if ZEKE HIMSELF isn’t completely fucking responsible for that situation in the first place. Zeke literally engineered it. He created the problem, and now wants to position himself as the savior. He’s just such a loser man. The God damned definition.

And as if all of that wasn’t bad enough, when it turns out Zeke’s plan to take Levi out failed miserably, and Levi comes after his sorry ass like a bat out of hell, Zeke continues to mock Levi, to laugh at what Levi’s just had to do in order to survive and pursue Zeke. He says “Where’d your adorable little men go!? Don’t tell me you killed them all! The poor things!”. Are you fucking serious? Zeke’s behavior here is one of the most sickening things in the entire story, bar none. The way he laughs at Levi here for having to cut down 30 of his friends and comrades, the absolute display of sociopathic glee and disregard for the severe, horrific trauma he’s just caused this man, is honestly shocking. Man, I’m sorry, but anyone who sympathizes with Zeke over Levi after this display maybe needs to reevaluate their moral compass, because it’s damned broken. And just as an aside, Zeke’s cowardly fear of Levi is also pretty damned funny. He’s just such a bitch./

We go from this perverse display of psychopathic megalomania into Zeke’s backstory, and again, I’m sorry if I’m gonna offend any Zeke fans here, but to all of that, I ask, so effing what? Oh, boohoo, Zeke’s mommy and daddy didn’t shower him with praise or spend any time playing catch with him, and somehow, I guess, this is meant to excuse his attempts later in life to commit mass genocide. Poor, poor Zeke. Yes, his childhood was sad, he experienced neglect from his parents for two whole years, was used by them as a pawn for their idiotic plans, and ended up disappointing his father when it turned out he had no real talent. And again I ask, so what? This sort of experience isn’t exactly what one would call unique, or even extreme. There are countless children in the world who go through the exact same thing in various forms. Parents who put too much pressure on their kids to succeed, parents who try living vicariously through their children, parents who make their disappointment known and even punish their children for failing to live up to their expectations (something Zeke’s parents never did, by the way). The point is, this isn’t even what one would classify as extreme hardship. It’s a sad story of a child being neglected and not receiving enough love from his parents. This isn’t to undermine the very real pain one experiences from those things. Not at all. That pain is real and legitimate. But it’s also fairly common and pedestrian, as far as childhood trauma is concerned, and it doesn’t even remotely begin to justify the extreme lengths of megalomaniacal, sociopathic, genocidal tendencies he later displays. Also, Zeke also had his grandparents, who did love him and spent lots of time with him. He had Mr. Ksaver, who played with him and acted as a mentor to him. It wasn’t like Zeke had no one and grew up with zero connections. That’s BS.

Levi calls this bitch on his shit later in chapter 114, as Zeke’s muttering away in his delusions about how he’s “saving everyone”. He asks Zeke “That was your plan? Mercy killings?”. Levi’s asking Zeke here who the hell gave him the right to decide who lives and who dies? Who gave him the right to decide who’s life is WORTH living? When Levi says him getting to die by being eaten by a Titan is pretty merciful, considering he stole the lives of so many of his comrades, Zeke’s reply speaks volumes about just how warped and demented his thinking is, when he says “I stole nothing. I... saved them. Them and the children they would have... I saved them all... from this cruel world.”. He’s literally justifying murdering countless people by trying to redefine that murder as “saving” them. It’s not murder because it saved them from ever having to suffer again! He’s absolving himself here of his sins by casting his actions in not just a favorable light, but trying to sell them as heroic and admirable. He takes no, actual responsibility for what he’s done. He removes himself from that responsibility by pretending he was doing a good thing, an honorable, noble thing, by murdering a whole bunch of people who’d never done jack shit to him. Yippee for Zeke, I guess. He’s the very definition of an ego-maniac, of someone suffering from a messiah complex. He’s insane, and morally depraved. The very fact that he’s the one who comes up with the idea of eradicating the Eldian race by rendering them infertile is only further proof of this. What teenager comes up with a plan to exterminate an entire race of people and thinks it’s a good idea?

Right before he blows himself and Levi up, he screams “I’m hope you’re watching, Mr. Ksaver!”. He’s indulging in his own, fanciful notions of himself as the “chosen one”, as a unique person who alone is capable of delivering humanity to salvation. He’s showing off, asking Mr. Ksaver to watch him as he “saves the world”, because all he cares about, really, is making himself feel special, of fulfilling what he’s deluded himself into believing is his destiny, his right to decide the fate of the world.

And then he almost kills Levi in the process.

I swear, I wish Levi had just chopped his shitty head off right then and there. No one can blame Levi for chopping the bastards legs up like he did, for being so angry. It wasn’t just that Zeke had killed so many of his fellow soldiers by turning them into Titans, or tried to kill Levi by turning them into Titans, it’s also how Zeke laughed about it, and laughed at the pain he’d caused Levi, treating all of it as if it was worth nothing, and then having the unmitigated gall to cast himself as the hero bestowing his benevolent mercy on all. Give me a fucking break.

Fuck you Zeke. I hope you rot in hell, you dumb shit.

Also, fuck you to Floch too. I hate that bastard almost as much.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #Levi Ackerman #zeke yeager #snk 113 #snk 114 #meta #thoughts

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princeescaluswords · 3 years

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Wild that racist fandom simultaneously wants to portray the Hales as the elite, superior, "pure blooded" born werewolves who have a divine right to rule the territory and they're so much more knowledgeable and wise and stronger and richer, a powerful noble lineage the show "should" center on..... yet also, they are an allegory for a marginalized people + Scott is a "colonizer" and "interloper" of werewolf culture even though Peter forced him into it. A brown Latino, working class teen is somehow the oppressor of this wealthy, ancient (white) family

Here’s the thing. Canonically, there was very little difference between born wolves and bitten wolves. The only thing they came out and said was that born wolves have an easier time controlling themselves. Noshiko said it in The Fox and the Wolf (3x20) and De-aged Derek said it in 117 (4x02). Three was also a cut scene in Fireflies (3x03) where Derek said that Boyd was more dangerous because Cora might be able to control herself better..

There is seemingly little status difference between Born and Bitten wolves. Peter never included Scott being Bitten in his litany of superiority. We never learn anything about the Alpha Pack’s status. We never learned anything about the Primal’s status. The three wolves from the Ito Pack we know about were two Born wolves taken in by Satomi. Satomi and Talia were friends, who had tea together. Derek and Deaton spoke of Satomi with reverence.

Of course, Derek didn’t know if he could train a Bitten wolf, but there was no implication that it was because Bitten wolves were inferior. And there was the lie -- cribbed from Hollywood werewolf lore -- that a Bitten Wolf could be cured by killing the one who bit you. And yes, it was a lie manipulated by Derek, who was oh-so-knowledgeable until he happened to remember something (which later turned out to be completely false) that would require Scott to do exactly what Derek wanted him to do.

Then where does the idea that these Born Wolves, superior in every way, are oppressed by a Bitten Wolf who won’t submit come from? Or to put it another way, where do they get the idea that the clearly master race can be oppressed by degenerate lower races.

For those who may miss the subtlety, I’m drawing a direct line from fandom’s obsession with born wolves to eugenics-based nonsense and Nazi racial-superiority politics. For those of you who haven’t read your history recently, Hitler’s entire rise to power was based on this type of oppression fantasy: that the superior Aryan race was being deprived of their proper position by filthy Jews and Roma and Poles and black people.

How many times have you seen the argument that Scott ‘took’ the legacy of the Hales from them? Even this morning, I read this story-- untagged, of course:

He looked down at Scott who was still out cold on the floor. He didn’t feel any remorse in removing the Alpha spark from his former best friend. It had been what was right. Scott was no True Alpha, he wasn’t an Alpha at all, he lacked the Alpha material, and was too unconcerned with his pack and the town. Too much into his own pleasures and whims. Talia had been right when she’d told Derek that Stiles had been his Alpha. He was going to enjoy giving that responsibility to someone who was both experienced and had the heart and mind for it. Well to sometwo.

You see that? Stiles has made the determination that Scott is not worthy of the alpha power and takes it from him. You see, the people he believes are worthy are Talia and Derek. The born wolves have the right to rule, the right to rise, no matter what they do or don’t do, and that means they have the authority to take from those who are lesser then they are.

It’s so eerie often parts of the fandom justify hatred of Scott and hurting, enslaving, killing Scott and use the same language and motivations of the seizure of the Sudetenland. They describe Scott as sexually voracious, stupid, uneducated, and unworthy.

It’s eerie, but not unprecedented. This is an old ghost applied to a trivial purpose, but still possessing the same disgusting allure.

#teen wolf racism #fandom racism #cw nazis #scott mccall #scott mccall defense squad #russianspacegeckosexparty

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creacherkeeper · 3 years

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im getting a little too in my family feels today and so INSTEAD of feeling those im just going to ramble for a second about why i fucking love paladin!aelwyn because. im. just like this i guess im coping leave me alone

cw for discussions of child abuse, maladaptive coping, drugs and alcohol, self harm, destructive tendencies, basically everything we see in canon and the implications

aelwyn is ... SO interesting to me because for as much of her interiority as we see, as much of her as we think we understand, as much as i could ramble about her character for hours, we know ALMOST NOTHING about her in actuality?? (besides ... one key thing)

(this is like 2k and probably incoherent someone please stop me)

okay. listen. almost everything we see aelwyn do in s1 is maladaptive rebellion against her parents and home life. the drinking, the drugs, the partying, perhaps some of kalvaxus (though i dont think we fully understand how much of that was forced on her as well, kalina WAS watching her when she was talking to adaine about it). you can say like, oh aelwyn is a party animal, she's impulsive, she makes risky decisions, she's bitchy and rude, and its like. okay but IS SHE ACTUALLY. because under her parents thumb she had an EXTREMELY limited amount of freedom, and usually when people are suffering from very little control over their life, they WILL act destructively over the tiny bit they can, either harming themselves or their environment or people lower than them in the pecking order, because in a way, that feels like a reclamation of autonomy. saying "you have so much power over me but can you stop me from hurting myself and destroying what you havent managed to claim yet?". its just like, kind of what human brains do and frequently has little to do with a persons actual personality or impulses, its just. desperate brains trying to control SOMETHING because autonomy is a fundamental human need and when thats taken away we get. very bad off. (this is one big reason eating disorders are SO common with abused kids.) so i think a lot of the s1 aelwyn we see is like. this is a very desperate, abused teenager "acting out" in the only way it is possibly somewhat safe for her to do so because, on a psychological level, the self destruction is weirdly the only emotional tether and its either this or just dissociate all the time (something we do see she has problems with in canon)

and yes, she did treat adaine horribly in s1. she fully did. obviously what we get in canon is what happens but a moment thats interesting to me is in episode 1 where adaine has attacked aelwyn several times, who either does nothing or just bounces it back, when she says "i never cast spells at you" and siobhan immediately retcons it and says "yes you do, all the time" (i havent gone back and watched this bit so i might be wording this wrong). obviously its an improv show and the canon is built between performers as they go, but that was interesting to me. that brennan hadnt intended for her to have fought back in that way. she definitely feeds into the emotional abuse from their parents and participates in all the toxicity there, but we know in canon that she did that because of overwhelming fear and self preservation. and that her self hatred because of it just fed back into the cycle and made her feel like she wasnt good enough to even try to break free from it. this is very common in golden child/scapegoat sibling relationships where the golden child SEES what the parents are capable of and becomes a participant in the abuse out of fear for their own standing. in any way siding with the scapegoat child not only directs abuse at themselves as well, but frequently makes things WORSE for the scapegoat because the parents will take out the challenge to their power on them even more. so, if aelwyn DID ever try to defend or help adaine when they were small, she would have VERY QUICKLY learned that made things worse for everyone. and just. sectioned that part of her brain off, as she's done with so many other things. (and i dont think im reading too much into the forest scene with the abernants to say their parents were VERY QUICK to turn abuse towards aelwyn if she stepped out of line even a little. like, you dont flinch when a hand moves unless. you know. dont need to say it just something to think about. as far as we saw in canon, she had done everything they asked of her leading up to the forest, and we DONT KNOW what happened in it but we do know brennan specifically called out how in broken spirits she was when adaine was summoned, even though they did the ritual to avoid all of the nightmare bullshit)

(the house party is literally a whole separate post but i think its fair to point out that 1) she was super under the influence when that was happening which DEFINITELY is in no way an excuse for her behavior but worth remembering when trying to analyze that 2) her losing that fight did canonically have DRASTIC consequences for her and even if she didnt know exactly how that was going to turn out, i think she knew how bad it might be. and she did not know adaine or any of the bad kids were going to be there in the first place)

all that said, it feels in some ways counterproductive to say that aelwyn is an extremely devoted and protective person (yes we're getting to the paladin shit i know i've been rambling a while) but i think that thats strangely ALL WE ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT HER. because we've established that her self-destructive and abusive behavior in s1 is almost entirely psychologically scripted for her by her parents, we dont know how much of her villain shit in s1 was LITERALLY UNDER THREAT OF DEATH because we know at least killing the oracle was and we dont know how much of the rest of it was mandated by either her parents or kalina other than that she probably was under orders not to tell adaine the truth, and we know participating in all of this caused extreme self loathing in her that she refused to show to anybody and was too terrified to act on in any way

so, like. what does that actually leave us?

here's what we do know about aelwyn:

- of all the schools of magic, she went into abjuration

- the entire bbeg plan from season 1 hinged on aelwyn's complete faith that her level 1 sister was the most prodigious diviner in the world

- right after (?) the house party, she locked her memories where only adaine could find it with a note basically saying "theres so much bad blood between us but i know only you could find this"

- she desperately wanted to protect adaine and the fact that she was too afraid to do so made her hate herself (and her knowing that adaine now knows this is the turning point in their relationship)

- despite everything, even in the nmk forest, she still loved her parents

- the SECOND she is shown genuine love and affection and care from adaine, and adaine says whatever you do, i am here with you, all her actions from there forward are just about protecting adaine from their father, very nearly at the cost of her own life

- with what she probably thought were her last words (and would have been if adaine hadnt given her the tincture), all she wanted to communicate was how to help adaine and the bad kids, and how despite everything she had always believed in her

- at five levels of exhaustion, unconscious, she used her first spell slot after nine months of torture to build a shield around adaine

NOW we get to paladin!aelwyn. because, once everything is stripped away, the abuse and the control and the maladaption and the threats and the torture, EVERYTHING we ACTUALLY can glean about aelwyn's personality and inner core is that she's protective and devoted. and of course classes arent locked by personality, but that just screams paladin to me. its her WHOLE THING. adaine even says "wizards dont have heals, we dont care about other people" and of COURSE that isnt true for either of them, but? mechanically? aelwyn chose the wizard school that DID let her protect, and DID let her help, but i dont think, at this point, going forward, thats really going to be enough for her (and we could also talk about the parallels between them, how often adaine uses her portents to help other people)

i think a lot of the different reads on aelwyn come from this fundamental disconnect between her actions and displayed personality vs who she actually is and what she actually wants. and i think there are very different interpretations of what thats going to look like for her going forward. but i think, for a girl who's most hated characteristic about herself was her self preservation at the detriment of others, her perceived selfishness, and her fear ... isn't choosing to be braver and more selfless and more protective and shedding that self-preserving instinct for the betterment of others ... and MECHANICALLY being able to act on all those things ... the logical next step? i think its going to be a LONG TIME before aelwyn can love herself, but what other way is there to try? if adaine loves her, and adaine believes she can be better, isnt being better because she trusts adaine kind of a form of self love? saying, i dont believe in myself, but i believe in the person who believes in me, and maybe, in a roundabout way, thats the same thing. she was never able to TRY to be better before, because trying to improve even a little, even when people arent watching, when a harmful force has so much power over you and your actions ... like, the mental dissonance is honestly TOO much to even try, thats WAY more terrifying than letting yourself be bad, to the point where thats psychologically impossible for a lot of people. but now she actually has space and freedom and CHOICE and she CAN embrace the instincts she always had to shove down, she CAN be the person she knows her sister needed her to be

i dont know, i think theres an inherent love letter to yourself in wanting to be better and wanting to improve, even if you justify it by saying its for someone else. and now aelwyn actually CAN improve, and thats probably going to be extremely awkward and scary and there will be set backs and backslides for sure. but. i dont know. i think she wants to make up for lost time. because she never wanted the time to be lost in the first place. and if a protector is who she always wanted to be, whats stopping her from being that now?

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #aelwyn abernant #WHO LET ME WRITE ALL THIS #does this even. fucking. make sense. who knows.#THE BRAINROT THE BRAINROT THE BRAINROT

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faelapis · 4 years

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what i mean when i say i like jasper’s ending a Lot in terms of “what the character needs”, rather than what the audience needs, is that the transition from “fragments”, to “homeworld bound”, to finally “the future” shows, albeit quickly, a pretty interesting commentary on “want vs need”.

“want vs need” is a pretty basic storytelling concept of, basically, writing flawed characters who have some growing to do as people. they “want” one thing, but they actually “need” another thing.

so let’s talk about jasper’s “want” vs “need”.

cont: but you are not my diamond. if you think you’re hard enough to tell me what to do, fight me and prove it.

she makes her “want” clear in every episode she’s in SU future - which is that she wants to subjugate herself to a diamond, because that’s the only worthwhile purpose in life she’s known.

but we, and steven, don’t actually want that to happen. we know it’s not good for her health. we’ve seen that it’s not, both because hierarchies like those are toxic and because we’ve been shown, specifically for jasper, that it causes her to self-destruct over and over again.

so when it does happen, it’s very fitting that it’s in the worst circumstances possible. she begged for steven to fight her with all his might, over and over again, so he could prove himself a worthy diamond - to the point where he ends up shattering her. and when she’s brought back to life, she’s not even mad at him. he’s proven himself a “worthy” superior.

so we’ve been shown very clearly that jasper’s want is pretty, well, unhealthy for her. she would literally die for it, and get nothing in return except unhealthy, oppressive structures around her. getting everything she wants, at long last, fills her with a kind of void and fragile happiness... which only lasts so long as steven embraces his role as diamond and stays with her.

hence we, and steven, only see her act at peace with her circumstances without complaint for a couple minutes, and it always (both in fragments and homeworld bound) ends in her own heartbreak. that’s the fragility of her “want”.

basically, it’s bad because, albeit she would know what to do with these structures... it would be at the expense of her own agency, character growth and health. it would always end badly for her.

this is a good time to point out the parallels to steven in “mr universe”.

much like jasper, steven doesn’t care if the structures around greg were cruel or oppressive. he never looks closely enough to notice how much greg hated his life. he just wants things he sees as “normal”. he wants guidance, certainty and authority figures to tell him what he’s “supposed” to do in life.

so. how is jasper’s “want” inverted?

much like rose would eventually do with pearl, the unhealthy attachment is cut by giving your subject a very bitter pill - disappearing from their life. by leaving them behind, you’re essentially forcing them to grow.

that’s NOT the main / only reason rose has steven, or steven eventually leaving beach city... but both serve the purpose of making someone who idolized you “deal with” your absence. and that’s certainly at least a part of their intention - rose thought of herself as stuck and likely holding pearl back. steven is horrified by the diamond role and wants jasper to do “something better”.

and that leads us to jasper’s “need” - to be free from these oppressive authority structures and find her own path in life. this would both improve her health & happiness, as well as making her stop engaging in unhealthy behavior towards herself and others.

now. is she fully “there” yet? no.

but i think that as much as her trying to persuade steven to take her with him into the great unknown mirrors pearl - ie “i should be fighting for you, because you’re too important”, her reaction to steven’s reassurance that he will be fine shows that she’s already done more growing than pearl had at that point.

she’s likely been taking classes at little homeworld (where she was confirmed to currently live, NOT just visit to say goodbye to steven) for the preceding months between “i am my monster” and “the future”. she’s somewhere near accepting that her diamond doesn’t need protection. it’s also likely something she started thinking after “fragments” - if your diamond is truly so wonderfully powerful... why would they need your protection? what is your “purpose”? steven defeating her + leaving without her in “homeworld bound” both lead her to the same conclusion - she can’t fail or succeed in protecting him, because he doesn’t need her to.

thus, her role isn’t warranted.

“i can protect myself”. “i know... farewell, my diamond”.

it’s pretty significant to me that at the end of their little scene, steven doesn’t run away or give jasper any orders to stop following him. SHE leaves, albeit sadly, because she agrees with him. he can take care of himself.

jasper’s still framing steven as a diamond / superior, but... i think a big point here is that she’s someone who was so firmly stuck at the bottom of a pit of self-hatred, isolation and meaninglessness that she couldn’t unstuck herself - not without being pushed to do so. which ended up also being true for steven.

that’s the irony of the double-edged sword of her “want” - in a way, she’s right about one thing. she can’t just magically get better on her own.

i think the episode “guidance” illustrates an interesting balance between steven and amethyst’s philosophies - amethyst would rather gems do whatever, even if they end up slipping back into their old patterns. steven would rather guide them towards challenging themselves, even if that means dismissing their autonomy.

jasper... kinda gets both? her “want” and “need” play into each other in interesting ways. i’ve been framing her want as a negative a lot, but it does have an interesting silver lining - she had to get what she wanted (to be defeated, to be given a diamond), to be pushed to what she needed.

and in turn, steven needed to listen to and adapt to HER, in order to help her. only after doing that, after being pushed by jasper in turn and truly giving her what she wants, even if it tears you apart mentally... would she ever listen to you. as steven is probably used to by now.

and despite the tragedy of it, i think that’s... kind of an okay thing to show? because not everyone will seek help on their own. it’s not the uplifting message of “anyone who needs help will eventually realize it entirely on their own”, but it IS the hopeful message of “even people who refuse help, deserve help”.

there’s horror in steven ultimately adapting to jasper’s desires, because it shows them both the fragility of their wants - for steven, being able to control jasper was a horrifying consequence. he got what he “wanted” in the worst way possible. for jasper, getting what she “wanted” meant being forced to let it (steven) go in favor of staying at little homeworld.

but honestly... we already knew that jasper would never seek help on her own. she’s too “selfless”, in the toxic sense. purpose matters most.

and she’s not alone in that.

“pearl took pride in risking her destruction for your mother. she put rose quartz over everything; over logic, over consequence, over her own life.”

pearl taking rose down from that pedestal was a slow, elaborate, exhausting process that took years of actively working on herself. the majority of that work was only done after rose was gone.

jasper’s gonna have all the same tools - a genuine support network, people who are willing to both empathize and teach a better way, distance from her romanticized superior, and her own desire to get better.

the latter point, at first, because she’s told to. but as we saw in “little homeschool”, leaving her to her own devices without any “worthwhile” path forward wasn’t ideal. her “want”, much like amethyst said... still deserves to be listened to, even if she still thinks like a homeworld gem.

but the seriousness of such an effort is, as pearl taking care of steven “for rose” and then “for him” and finally growing to do things “for herself” shows, a good avenue for REAL growth. jasper may soon yet grow for her own sake.

and the results... again, pulling pearl as my example, can be remarkable.

as i’ve said before... i am pretty sad we won’t actually get to see more of that. that’s what “the audience” may have felt they needed from jasper. the same way i’m sure rose would find it bittersweet to know how much pearl has grown without her. the same way you’re sad whenever you don’t see a character you love find love and happiness onscreen, even if it’s implied...

but in a show told from steven’s perspective, i think there is some point to that.

i’ve come around to the following: she couldn’t go with him. any forgiving hugs steven & jasper could’ve given each other at this point would’ve been hollow. that power dynamic would’ve been in the way. what they “need” is not each other. they need people who really, truly understand them, and to figure out what they want in their lives when steven doesn’t have someone to save emotionally (jasper), and jasper doesn’t have someone to sacrifice herself for (steven).

(...and it’s at this point you realize i made you read ALL OF THAT mainly to justify why pearl and jasper’s relationship is gonna be such a central thing in my post-canon fanfic. lol. anyway here’s the link again.)

#steven universe #su future #jasper #steven #pearl #amethyst #long post /#su theory #gif /

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I 100% agree with people saying if B*rdugo wanted to show how people can be manipulated by charsimatic leaders she should have made the Darkling and Grisha the rulling class then the hatred he receives from the main characters would be justified but instead we get this clusterfuck where he's bene abused and seen as less than human both by Grisha and non grisha and watching his people be killed for centuries has lead him to this drastic path yet he's treatd as worse than the actual abusers like the monarchy and the other countries who kidnap and do all these atrocities to the Grisha and instead of painting him as a complicated villain/anti villain/hero B*rdugo makes him so over the top cartoonish which is so fucked up and honestly embarassing to read.

The Darkling definitely waltzes into classic mustache-twirling Disney villain territory after S&B, arguably perhaps even in S&B considering there was no reason for him to even destroy Novokribirsk and antagonize Alina.

The problem is also that Leigh sets up this noble-intentioned but unhinged villain and then does nothing to set up a heroic foil. Alina doesn't care about the Grisha. Alina doesn't care about the persecution they've faced for the past hundreds of years. Alina doesn't care that the only social function they play is slightly more valuable canon fodder on the war front. Alina doesn't care that Grisha have no other means of social mobility or political power other than serving in the Second Army. Alina doesn't even care that Ravka is at war to be fucking honest, even though she herself is a victim of it when her parents died and she ended up at the orphanage of some rich asshole who set it up for clout.

Nikolai shows more genuine interest and initiative to stop the Darkling in every scene he's in than Alina does in the entire trilogy. And he's a muggle prince just trying to re-instate his own monarchy and save his own skin 😂

In the end, I keep coming back to the Darkling's line: "Fine, make me your villain". And I love this line because it's intended to show how the Darkling sees himself as Ravka's savior and anyone who opposes him is just demonizing him out of prejudice. He does have other lines like this where he blames his own actions on his victims in a "Look what you made me do" kind of way.

But then Leigh also just plays that line straight. She literally made him the villain, didn't bother setting up a more worthy opponent (*cough the monarchy cough*) nor did she develop Alina into a worthy heroine to root for, and then she just pushed the Darkling off into crazed madman territory because she was too lazy to examine the social issues she herself introduced. It's a mess.

#viv answers #sab meta #grisha discourse #the darkling #anti leigh bardugo

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I was chatting with a friend who doesn’t particularly like Shouto (while he’s my favorite character) and while I don’t specially agree with what he said, I still couldn’t think of what to say back to one of his argument : basically, to him, Shouto is less interesting than Ochako, Katsuki, Deku, All Might, Endeavour and many more because all his story is based on external conflict since the sports festival ended, meaning he doesn’t have any internal flaws to get past. all that he has to do is in relation to his family and he’s flawless, which makes him less likeable bc what he has to deal with is not really his fault or internal, and he never fucks up on a long term scale. Basically, all his flaws disappeared after the sports festival, and the only other time we’ve seen him fuck up (during the licence exam) it was a one time thing and was resolved too quickly. Now compare it to all the other characters who regularly fuck up or have trouble with themselves (Ochako deals with her crush very badly, Deku doesn’t take himself into account, Katsuki was an absolute asshole etc...), and their flaws are internal and actually endured time and make their development slower, it makes shouto too perfect too fast. Everything about his family and how he reacts is interesting, but it doesn’t personably challenge him bc he doesn’t have to change, everything is on Endeavour and Dabi, and shouto just have to deal with it. While I absolutely love Shouto the way he is, it made me wonder if Horikoshi shouldn’t have dragged his development more in the Sports Festival. I wondered what you would respond to this, since you articulate what I think about Shouto much better than I do, and he’s also your favorite character. I’m really sorry about the long ask! I was really curious about your opinion on this (and hoped I could borrow some of your wits and analytical skill to use against my friend, I didn’t give up on making him love shouto lol)

I think you can’t really convince someone with arguments why he should or shouldn’t vibe a character. If your friend finds the others more relatable or interesting, it’s because those characters are somehow relatable for him. But also don’t let these kind of arguments ruin for you a character you enjoy.

Reading what you wrote about Shouto being “flawless” was really funny, because I have the same frustration with Deku, whose only fault is being “too self-sacrificing” and more often than not it’s not even a fault, but just a sign of how heroic he is.

I don’t think Shouto’s faults disappeared in a snap. He’s still blunt, rude sometimes, clueless, he can be extremely petty, he’s not great at interpersonal relations, etc. That’s what I like about his story. The Sport Festival made him realize that the hatred and negativity he was feeling for Endeavor was self-sabotage, and he was getting others caught up in his personal conflict . So he decides to change, but change is not easy and it’s not linear either.

What is important to realize that even if his rage at Endeavor is fully justified, it is an obstacle to become a hero. It blinds him to others. Whenever he’s driven by that anger, he’s letting people down, he’s sabotaging himself, he’s not able to protect the ones who matter to him. And whenever he deals with his rage in a more productive way, takes steps towards healing, the narrative rewards him. And it’s a lot of one step forwards - two steps back:

For example: in the cavalry battle, his whole team would have lost if not for Iida, because Shouto refused to use his fire. He was not only sabotaging himself - but the other three people who trusted him. But once he visited his mom and went to seek his father’s help with training, he’s rewarded by being able to save his friends against Stain using his fire. But not too rewarded, because he’s still a beginner, his fire skills are not great, he can’t switch sides fast enough - all the time he wasted spiting his father limits him to not being as effective as he could have been.

He’s too slow in the Forest, he can’t save Bakugou - again, it’s a consequence of the time he wasted not training both sides.

And his anger is not gone either. He keeps falling back again and again into the same pit of resentment - like he does at the Provisional License Exam. Many kids screw up there - but the one most harshly punished is Shouto, because he’s already changed and it’s basically his past (and Endeavor’s wrongdoings) coming back to haunt him. He’s one of only TWO students to fail the license exam in the entire YEAR!!! How is that not a harsh consequence? He goes from the top of the class, straight down to the bottom, having to go for months (from the summer to early winter), every weekend to supplementary courses, unable to see his mom because he has no days off anymore, while others in the class get to do work-study. He can’t be there for his best friend in the Overhaul raid - he just has to sit in the dorm unable to do anything while his classmates get hurt.

His unprocessed past comes back again at the JTA, where he does much worse than Deku and Bakugou do. His team draws, because Shouto has still been holding back all this time. He is hit with the consequences of letting his teammates down. It’s only through losing again and again that gives him the motivation to want to be stronger. To be able to see striving for strength as not something negative. And reaching out to his father again rewards him in the form of starting to master flashfire. It enables him to fly, to save Bakugou, Deku and Endeavor, and to fight Shigaraki. But again, he’s one step too late, he’s still holding back, and it’s not enough against Touya, because he started too late this training to have the necessary mastery.

So I think the important thing is not that a lot of things are happening around him that are out of his control, because that’s true for every character. But for Shouto the big challenge is to understand that the only one he can control is himself. He has control over how he responds, how he defines himself, what he strives for. He needs to realize that wanting to get stronger and more powerful does not make him into his father - it makes him into a better hero, who can do more, save more. He needs to find ways to stop limiting and sabotaging himself and he needs to find the right motivation to do that.

Healing from trauma, changing someone’s way of thinking, forgiving himself for his past mistakes - these are all incredibly hard things to do. And it’s not like Shouto is being passive in this. Every time he falls back into the pit of resentment, every time he’s realizing that he was still holding back, that he’s still not giving his all - he does the mental work. He does the soul-searching. He confronts himself again and again.

I find him to be one of the most dynamic characters in terms of growth - but he’s an introvert (which I relate to a lot), and for some people because a lot of the conflict and work is internal, it’s really easy to miss how much he struggles with himself.

#todoroki shouto #shouto's character arc

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There’s an argument that doesn’t hold up with me. And it’s how all the collective hatred for Daniil Dankovsky comes to the point of “he bombed the town and deliberately mascarred the kin” I don’t... remember the kin being at the town??? They all went to the steppe so they haven’t been mascarred in the bachelor ending... Where are these points being brought up I don’t remember Daniil EVER lifting a finger to murder the entirety of the Kin? He’s a pretentious asshole yeah, but when has THAT been his sole objective? In the bachelor ending for classic Maria Kaina literally stands with her entourage as if it is a sole victory that the polyhedron remained. Why aren’t the Kains receiving the same backlash? Is it because they literally manipulated Daniil onto the belief that their beloved polyhedron must be maintained so HE does all the acting while they sit waiting for the results after the Sand Pest? Can we please talk about that because it seems like Patho fans want to pin the entire element of racism into one sole character.

EDIT: i made a small mistake conflating events from patho classic and patho 2! tweaked some details but the point remains the same.

exactly this! like, i’m honestly surprised there’s not more discussion or criticism of the ruling families, because if you wanna get some delicious Discourse that’d be the place to go.

it’s very easy to blame Danko because he’s right in your face as a player character in both games, and there are lots of immediate interpersonal examples of his bigotry of various kinds, so it’s emotionally satisfying to hate him... but is it productive?

the Kains are fully willing to damn the sick and whatever other townsfolk can’t make it out in time if that means they can uphold their “utopian” ideals, regardless of what that pursuit does to regular people on the ground. they’re basically a tick on the flank of the town, sucking blood to sustain an impossible ideal that’s only beneficial to a specific privileged caste. if Danko had been a little less lucky, he’d be one of the people in their way rather than their mouthpiece; the same is true of the Stamatins. Dankovsky isn’t even in the Utopian ending in Classic, and in P2 Georgiy Kain disrupts Dankovsky’s (theoretically) life-saving quarantine measures because he thinks it’ll get him closer to the next stage of human achievement, or whatever crazy shit he talks about -- but to hell with all the sick and stragglers! it’s very largely a story about class rather than one about race -- or rather, racial exploitation is justified by the “needs” of a more powerful class that uses them as scapegoats to keep the humble folk divided and unable to realize what’s actually hurting them.

i’d also like to raise that the Olgimskys are particularly egregious on this front in Artemy’s route! in both games, but especially classic, they put up the pretense of helping him while, at the exact same time, ruthlessly exploiting his people and commodifying his culture to feed the capitalist machine. they act friendly with him, completely straight-faced, because he’s “one of the good ones” and he’ll be useful to them politically as their family’s “tame doctor”, while the rest of the Kin are only as useful as the profits of their labor, and thus irrelevant as individuals. even Tiny Vlad, who purports to be an enthusiastic appreciator of the Kin’s cultural history, is only interested insofar as it can benefit him personally, and he’ll flaunt their taboos without a second thought if he decides that’s what’s best.

the villain in pathologic, (particularly classic but this is present in both games), isn’t the uneducated poor folk or the Ethnic People™ and their “silly superstitions,” and maybe it’s not even just the plague, but the corrupt politicians who put up roadblocks, false flags, and variously waste the healers’ time, because they value power over the lives of the people they’re meant to be protecting.

anyway Danko is both a symptom and a victim of this paradigm because he also gets jerked around. he’s a haughty bastard and that’s still his own fault, but it’s important to look at the broader picture of the world they live in. he’s being enabled and encouraged by the stage the Kains have set for him, and that’s not by accident.

(somebody please talk about that more intelligently than i just did, because i’d love to see some expanded perspectives from the fandom.)

#discourse #Anonymous #untitled plague game #pathologic

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catboymingi · 4 years

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navi/masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: angst, crack, fluff; enemies to lovers

word count: 3.9k

warnings: parental death, almost-assault (i promise it’s short and i promise it’s not bad, most of this is just really silly)

there’s no boy more stupid than song min gi. you’ve been convinced of that since you met him at age five, and he didn’t really try to convince you otherwise. but maybe, just maybe, he’s not as much of a dummy as you thought.

the first memory you have of mingi is the one that made you start hating him. you were five years old, and your parents had left you at your neighbour yunho’s place because they had to sort some adult business that you’d forgotten as soon as they told you. it was much less exciting than getting to play with your friend, and you’d proudly brought your toy car so you could do races as you always did. it was new, and you really liked it, and you were excited to show.

but you weren’t the only friend visiting yunho, a weird, annoying loud boy having claimed your best friend as his before you had any option to even complain. and when you tried to play with your toy cars, the weird, annoying loud boy laughed at your car, the car you’d been so excited to show yunho because you always showed yunho, and you had begged your parents to get you this car for days upon days because you felt like it went well with yunho’s favourite, and it was much cooler and fancier than the old one you used to play with. but before you could present it, present the little button it had that would make it honk and the way it would shoot forward by itself if you pulled it back on the floor, yunho’s annoying friend was laughing at you.

“that’s not for girls!”, he told you. “and that car is so lame!” you felt tears of disappointment and anger well up in your eyes, and he only laughed more.

“you want to play with the boys but you don’t even have a cool car! and now you’re crying like a little girl!”

“because you’re stupid!”, you replied with as much hate in your voice as was possible for a five-year-old, and now he was angry, too.

“i’m not stupid!”, he shot back. you’d really hit a nerve. “you’re stupid and you suck and you’re just a little girl wanting to play with the big guys! we don’t even like you!”

before he knew it, you were throwing your little body on his taller one, hitting his chest with as much strength as your little fists could muster up, because while you didn’t care about him you cared about yunho and this annoying boy had said yunho didn’t like you when he was your best friend, and when you knew that yunho loved playing with your toy cars with you. this stupid bully just didn’t know anything, and you decided in that moment that you’d hate him forever, with the sternness only a five-year-old girl could have about her decisions, being sure that your promise to yourself to hate him forever was something you could most definitely keep. and you told him, still hitting his chest.

“i hate you! i hate you now and i’ll hate you forever because you’re stupid and you don’t know anything and i don’t like you!” and you refused to stop hitting him even when he was sitting up, recovered from the surprise of your sudden attack, and yunho’s mother had to remove you and call your parents to pick you up early while your best friend was watching you wide-eyed.

and you were keeping your promise to hate the annoying boy, whom you sadly found out to be called mingi but whom you opted to call dummy instead since you were convinced it fit him much much better. two and a half years later you still stuck your tongue out at him whenever you saw him, now almost eight and feeling much more mature and much better equipped to handle his stupidity, until you actually came near him. then you were calling him names, but it was definitely justified because he called you names, too, and he regularly put out his foot while you were running so you’d trip, and he’d steal your things and use his height to an advantage to hold them over his head where you wouldn’t be able to reach them even if you jumped. you in return had pulled down his pants more than once, revealing his embarrassing superhero underwear for the world to see. it was fair to say that he was your archnemesis and you were his.

but today yunho had asked you to be nice because he was turning eight and he wanted to invite you both and he didn’t want you to argue. you promised him you’d try your best, and your best was just completely ignoring mingi no matter what he did, a tactic that worked until it was time for the movie night, all the children gathered around the tv in the living room wrapped in colourful blankets and eyes glued to the screen. all eyes but the dummy’s. you didn’t notice how he was creeping closer to you, frustrated that you’d ignored him all day no matter how hard he’d tried, determined to make you pay attention to him now. and he had a plan.

you’d barely had a second to react between the time you felt someone grab your arm and the time when he buried his teeth in your flesh, yelping out loudly as you tried to break free from his unrelenting grip. that only hurt more, though, and you were certain that he was breaking skin and spreading his gross dummy germs in your blood and infecting you with his dummy disease so that soon you’d be as stupid and annoying as him.

“let go!”, you yelled, free arm hitting his head violently while he refused to stop biting you. you were almost crying now, and all the other kids were watching in horror.

“mingi, stop!”, yunho yelled, pulling at his friend who had just managed to ruin his eighth birthday party but who you knew would be forgiven the next day because yunho always forgave mingi, even when mingi had broken his favourite superhero figurine. but at least he got the dummy to stop, and you got up while you yelled so loud you couldn’t understand the movie anymore.

“i hate you, mingi, i hate you and you’re a dummy and i never ever ever want to see you again! and if yunho invites me over i won’t come unless you’re far far far away because you’re a stupid dummy!” and with those words you stomped to the front door, taking off before anyone could stop you, stomping angrily all the way to the neighbouring house, surprising your parents when you rang the doorbell all by yourself even though you were supposed to stay at your best friend’s pyjama party.

“what happened?”, your mother asked, incredibly worried.

“mingi is stupid and i hope someone pees in his socks!”, was the reply you gave before you stomped off into your room, going to bed thinking very angry thoughts.

it only got worse from there. and when mingi moved in with yunho at age 10 you were convinced he did so for the sole reason of annoying you, because that was what he spent his days with now, and you couldn’t escape him anywhere. he’d transferred to your school, and he lived next door, and he’d thrown wet dirt at your window more than once. he was annoying and irritating and you refused to visit yunho for a whole month, trying to ignore him the best you could because he’d willingly taken the enemy in, and you were convinced he’d sided with mingi. newly ten-year-old you hadn’t been informed of the actual reason why your nemesis moved next to you, and the only explanation that made sense to you was that he’d annoyed his parents so much that they didn’t want him anymore.

and you told him so when he stole your candy, the candy you’d gotten from your teacher for getting the best grade in the entire class on your maths test. he stole it and ate it before you could stop him, and you yelled at him that he was so annoying and that it was no wonder his parents had given him away, you doing the same if you had a choice.

it took two teachers to pull mingi away from your small frame, hitting you with all his force as he yelled that he hated you repeatedly. you were covered in bruises when he was down, blood oozing from your nose because he hadn’t had any mercy and hit wherever he could reach as hard as he could. you both were sent home, no one knowing just what you had said that had riled him up like this, and the two of you not telling, either, in silent agreement with each other for the first time in your life.

the truth about mingi’s move had managed to somehow stay hidden from you for another five years, during which your hatred for each other only grew. you were physically fighting at least once a week, making life hell for the other on the daily. as you grew older your actions grew more serious, and people were genuinely worried about the two of you’s behaviour at this point. this wasn’t a normal teen rivalry, your words hitting where you knew it hurt. you didn’t know just how much it hurt, though, using mingi’s parents as a way to get back at him regularly without knowing the truth behind his story. you just assumed they were on a business trip or something, or had moved abroad and would come to collect him when he was done with school. you didn’t know how much your words hurt him, even though you noticed how he lost control whenever you’d bring them up, having actually broken your nose once.

you found out from him, actually. he had snuck his way into your garden where you were reading in the sun and shot at you with a water gun, wetting not just you but also the pages of your favourite book. and because you were angry and because you didn’t know his story and because you wanted him to be angry, too, you yelled at him.

“it’s no wonder your parents don’t want you when you do stupid shit like this!”

before you knew it he was on top of you, crushing you with his huge body (by now he was almost half a head taller than you), but to your surprise he only dealt a single punch to your chest before he stopped, hovering there with tears in his eyes as he screamed back at you.

“my parents are fucking dead! they’re dead because they got into some fucking accident when they were on their way to pick me up and it’s my fucking fault! you don’t know shit!” and he hit your chest another time.

you surprised him as well when you wrapped your arms around him and tried to pull him closer, into an apologetic hug, when you found out why he’d moved next to you and what he’d been dealing with all this time and what you’d reminded him of whenever you brought up his parents. you were so, so sorry because you hadn’t known and you’d hurt him more than you’d ever intended to, and because you’d never be able to make up for all the horrible things you said. but you promised yourself to never ever bring them up again, and you kept trying to pull him closer to you, to pull him into an actual hug, because you wanted to apologise and you wanted to try and comfort him since you were the reason he needed comfort in the first place.

“i’m so sorry, mingi”, you said quietly but earnestly, hoping he knew that you meant it. but he didn’t. instead he pushed himself off you, bringing a few steps’ distance between you.

“no, you’re not.” and with that he turned around and left.

you still hated mingi, and he obviously still hated you, but at least on your part you’d become kinder to him once you knew what he was going through. his parents had been off limits ever since that day, and even the things you did still insult him about were handled with more care. you hated him, but you weren’t a monster, and you felt like he’d gone through enough pain, partly caused by you, for him to deserve a break now.

when you went on your first date ever two days after you’d turned sixteen and the guy insisted on bringing you home, you thought it was sweet. when he was visibly affected by the time you’d reached your home, you thought it was less sweet. and when he pressed you against the door before you could open, pinning you there while he told you how excited he was since your parents weren’t home, you didn’t think it was sweet at all. you thought it was disgusting and, most importantly, you thought it was horrifying. he was taller and stronger than you and he had a determination in his eyes that made your breath quicken in panic. it was somewhat late and you didn’t expect anyone to be around, to hear you even if you screamed. not that you could, your voice stuck in your throat.

but someone was around. someone saw the way you were trapped against the door, and someone decided to help you even though he would always insist he hated you, because even if he hated you you didn’t deserve this. someone grabbed the guy by the shoulder and delivered the same kind of punch to his face that had broken your nose ages ago, and someone growled at him to never come near you again or he wouldn’t end up as uninjured as now. and then someone turned to face you, expression changing from a hateful to a soft one, eyes looking at you with a weird warmth in them. you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or if this was real, because that someone had never looked at you like this before, and now that someone was picking up the keys you’d dropped and unlocking your door for you, and when you still made no attempt to move that someone picked you up carefully, carrying you into the safety of your dark house.

“are you okay?” now you were convinced you were dreaming. mingi didn’t care if you were okay, ever, more often than not actively ensuring that you weren’t. but now he was holding you gently, dropping you on the couch as he sat down on the floor next to you.

“mingi?” you just wanted to make sure it was really him.

“hm?”

“why are you being nice to me?” he let out a short, surprised laugh at that. of course the first thing you focused on after some dude just tried to do who knows what to you was the fact that, for once in your life, he wasn’t at your throat.

“there was no way i’d let that guy do whatever he was planning to. you really think i’m that much of an asshole?”

“you’d have all reason to”, you replied silently. “it’s not like i was nice to you about… you know.” he knew. and he knew that you’d tried your best to cut him some slack ever since that day, even though he acted like he didn’t.

“you were, though.” the dim light from the street lanterns was enough to make him able to see your eyes widening and you shaking your head.

“you were. ever since i told you you never brought it up again. and you didn’t know it hurt before that.” he genuinely seemed to mean it. his voice was so calm and steady and soft that you almost didn’t recognise it as his - he’d almost only ever screamed at you, ever since that day he bullied you about your toy car when you were five.

“you’re not as bad as i thought, you know?”, he continued both his elaboration and surprising you. was he sick?

“i noticed how you tried to comfort me back then, i was just overwhelmed with the situation. but later i could’ve kicked myself in the ass for not letting you. i think that was the first time you actually tried to be nice to me”, he chuckled quietly, and it seemed like he’d forgotten that you were even there, just speaking his mind freely.

“and after that you never brought it up again, at all. you were nicer in general, too, and i felt kinda bad because i really wasn’t. but i guess i was scared that if i was nice to you you’d think i’m a wimp, exposing me to the entire school or something. putting up posters saying that i’m a softie.” before you had a chance to react he looked up at where you were sitting, hesitantly putting a hand on both of yours that were playing nervously in your lap.

“and maybe i am, when it comes to you.” he grinned awkwardly. “of course i’d have stepped in if it was anyone else, too, but the way you looked so scared… god, i’m still fuming when i think about it. i don’t ever want to see you look like that again. i want to protect you from whatever could give you a reason to look like that again.”

“why are you saying all this now?” you knew it probably wasn’t the best reaction, but it was what was on your mind, wondering just what had caused him to suddenly do a 180 on his previous behaviour.

“i saw the way you looked at him, and i got scared that one day i’m gonna go too far and you’ll look at me like that. i wanna… come clear, i guess? before that ever has a chance to happen.”

“come clear about what?” you felt bad that you were asking so many questions when he was being so open and honest, but your thoughts were racing at least as fast as your heart, and you had no idea just what exactly mingi was trying to get at. it felt like something important, though.

“that i don’t hate you”, he revealed, and you looked at him in shock.

“don’t look at me like that!”, he laughed. “i don’t hate you, and i don’t think i ever did. i was jealous because yunho was so excited for you to come over back when we first met, and he didn’t seem near as excited to play with me. so i wanted to make you leave.”

you were laughing as well now, and if you were honest his small confession was kind of endearing. that was such a five-year-old thing to do.

“well, it certainly worked. i refused to be near you at all until you moved here and i had no choice.” then, you considered whether or not to let him know your silly childhood thoughts, and decided that it would be only fair. “i thought you moved here so you could annoy me better. that thought kinda stuck until you told me the truth, actually.” you were embarrassed, but he only laughed louder, and while chuckles were still pearling from your lips you started defending yourself.

“you did try everything to annoy me! i had to clean my window so many times because you kept throwing shit at it!”

“i was trying to get your attention!”, he revealed before he could stop himself, and once he noticed what he had just said he decided he might as well expose his embarrassing teen boy crush fully.

“you were always so busy spending time with other boys, and i knew i wouldn’t be able to compete with them in like… looks or charms or anything, but i still wanted to stand out. and i did! you paid attention to me when i was bullying you.”

“you could’ve just drawn me a picture of a car or whatever ten-year-old boys do when they’re trying to impress a girl!”, you said exasperatedly. “you didn’t have to make my life a living hell.”

“but what if you thought my car wasn’t cool enough!”, he countered, “my ego wouldn’t have been able to take that.” you laughed more, but he stopped you.

“no, really, i was so scared you’d laugh at me. and acting like i hate you was a much safer bet than showing that i like you.” and while he’d been hinting at it during the entire conversation you were still surprised to hear him say it so openly, that he liked you.

“you know that treating me like shit on the daily isn’t really the way to make me like you though, right?”, you asked and you couldn’t help but tease him a little, even though your stomach was doing somersaults at his confession.

“that’s what i meant!”, he exclaimed. “you don’t like me back and now you’re making fun of me and i’ll never be able to look you in the eyes again.” the way he seemed embarrassed and nervous and so much like a normal teenage boy rather than the dummy that had made your life a living hell for the past decade and more filled your chest with warmth and you with confidence.

“why don’t you try?” his head jolted up in surprise at your words, and you took your chance as you saw it, leaning down to him to quickly peck his lips, and for once his annoying height worked to your advantage, because if he’d been any shorter his nose would’ve been the limit for how far you could lean down without falling off the couch.

“what was that for?” he was confused and uncertain and somewhat shocked but most of all he was happy.

“you’re cute”, you simply told him before leaning down again to peck the tip of his nose, and again for his cheek, and the bridge of his nose, and his other cheek, and his forehead, not wanting to stop ever when you saw that your actions had made a huge grin spread across his face, the first genuinely happy grin you’d ever gotten from him. and you wanted more.

“can i kiss you too?”, he asked, seeming still somewhat unable to process that this was really happening.

“only if you stop being a dummy”, you told him, and he stuck his tongue out at you as the nickname you’d never dropped fell from your lips again.

“but if i’m not a dummy then what am i supposed to be!” he really wanted to kiss you, but he couldn’t help but fall back into the old teasing, except this time you were both grinning and happy and not down each other’s throats.

“i’m sure you’ll figure something out. put that pretty head of yours to use.” and hearing you call his dummy head pretty gave him the last little boast of confidence he needed for his next words.

“can i be your boyfriend instead?” you looked at him surprised, but then the brightest smile he’d ever seen from you spread across your face.

“seems like a good compromise”, you informed him of your decision, and then he propped himself up on his knees so he was at eye level with you, and then he kissed you. and while you knew he was still a dummy and forever would be, now he was your dummy.

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wordstro · 3 years

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omg okay so here are yeosang’s and wooyoung’s more indepth backstories in the hero/villain au because in between working on my wips I’ve been thinking about this universe as a whole a LOT lol. this also includes everyone else's powers (the backstories aren't as in depth yet) as well just a little worldbuilding establishment:

yeosang’s powers are persuasion. he was always a quiet, shy boy who liked to keep to himself. he wasn’t always quiet though, not until the day he activated his powers. when he was 13 years old, he’d been upset about something he didn’t even remember, that’s how insignificant it was, and he screamed and shouted at his parents. his mother sighed, and his father crossed his arms over his chest and said stop being a brat and tell us what happened. ironically, yeosang hated being told what to do. he stomped his foot in anger and shouted, “leave me alone! go away!”

then he turned and stomped up the stairs and slammed the door shut. when he emerged from his room hours later and tiptoed to the kitchen in search of food. the apartment was eerily quiet, the tv still running and the lights still on. he’d gone to sleep peacefully that night, unknowing that his parents would never return.

to this day he did not know where they were.

he’d lashed out a boy prodding at him during gym class, still reeling from his parent’s abandonment. he remembered the boy’s insult. you’re so useless and ugly. no wonder your parents left you, he’d spat. yeosang saw red. he hissed, “go jump off a bridge, asshole.” the boy’s eyes went blank and he turned away. yeosang stared after him in confusion but the bell rang and he was herded back to the school. the next day he learned that the boy jumped off the highway bridge still dressed in his gym uniform.

that’s when yeosang knew what he could do.

he did not speak and kept to himself since then, festering in guilt, always on the look out for his parents. in high school, he met a boy with a big smile on his face and mischief in his eyes. he witnessed one of yeosang’s bouts of anger, when he cornered some bully behind the school where the CCTVs were broken and kids came to smoke and skip class and he told him to forget about his victims and leave them alone, to focus on his grades and family and stop bullying innocent people. he’d owed one of the bully’s victims for her help with keeping him from failing math. jung wooyoung witnessed it all. the boy’s blank eyes and listless nod, yeosang’s test afterwards, everything. before yeosang could persuade wooyoung to forget, wooyoung flicked a finger and blue flames sparked to life at the tip of his fingers.

yeosang suppressed the relief and a sudden onslaught of tears at the sight, the knowledge that he was not alone anymore.

wooyoung used it to light his cigarette and wordlessly offered it to yeosang. yeosang grimaced.

i hate smoking, he’d said. me too, wooyoung replied with a grin, tossing the cigarette to the ground and grinding it with his heel. he swung his arms over yeosang’s shoulder and the rest was history.

yeosang spoke again and wooyoung helped him control his powers and outbursts. yeosang promised he would follow wooyoung to the ends of the earth. and he did, to the hero-villain alliance where he acted as a villain, to the underground meetings, to the coup, to his fights with a team he’d come to love just as strongly as he loved wooyoung. he followed wooyoung through everything and he would do it again and again. still, why did he feel so guilty? why did he feel so much regret?

wooyoung can control fire. his backstory was nothing horrifying. it was kind even compared to the others. he’d simply lost control one day, overwhelmed by emotions as teenagers are, and he burned down his house with his family still in it. he’d left severe burns on his mother and brother, but no one died. when the police came to investigate, his parents covered for him.

his mother reminded him that she loved him and stroked the tears from his face, reminded him that he’d made a mistake and she forgave him for it.

his brother said he forgave him too, but the fear in his eyes remained and wooyoung saw it. he worked to remove it but he saw it. it stayed with him. the fear changed him. not death nor hatred, just the way people looked at him when they found out what he could do, even when he played a hero.

when he and yeosang joined the hero-villain alliance, he’d basked in the kindness in their eyes and though he told himself that he would stop being soft, that he only cared for the people he cared for and that’s it, just his parents who were too old and exhausted and his brother who feared him and yeosang, the team wormed their way into his heart. he loved them. he really did.

they taught him to embrace his softness. they taught him to care. he’d been chosen as a hero by management. but he saw the injustice done to his kind. he despised the fear the public felt towards his villain counterparts, his best friends. it angered him.

because it wasn’t fucking fair. though wooyoung was soft he never agreed with peaceful protests. he believed in fighting and sacrificing for the greater good. peaceful protests rarely changed anything. the ends justified the means. always. so he staged a coup. he had to. for his people. for the world. for the greater good. he betrayed the people he loved most in the world and he would do it over and over again. for the greater good.

jongho’s powers are invulnerability/absolute durability. he has indestructible skin. it’s said he could withstand a nuclear bomb, but no one lets him try it no matter how many times jongho asks. jongho likes danger. it’s the only thing that keeps him entertained and gets him through the numbness he feels every single day. they made him a villain and jongho wondered if they knew that he feigned his optimism. he wondered if they knew how much he despised himself. he wondered if they knew that he used to beat people up just to feel something.

san’s power is intangibility. he can phase through objects by vibrating his molecules to pass through objects. recently he learned to phase his body parts so when someone tries to attack him, they fly straight through him. he tries to learn the science behind it but frankly he doesn’t care. jongho asked once if he could make his molecules turn into a nuclear beam, eyes alight with hope. san would always scold him, but he could see the sincerity in jongho’s eyes. san joined the hero-villain alliance last, plucked from jail for petty theft and given a second chance.

he loved too deeply, and he grew attached too quickly. it was a fatal flaw of his.

so when they betrayed him, yeosang and wooyoung especially, he grew so angry, he was terrified of the force of it. he never knew he could hold so much resentment, but he figures that if he could hold so much love, he could hold just as much hatred too. he fought with a vengeance with anger, but more than anything, with deep, deep hurt.

mingi’s power is light manipulation. he can manipulate light, blind people, create burning heat from it, and even create entire illusions by fracturing light particles. he’d blinded people with his power and he casted an illusion of himself, forever living in his hometown, suffering the consequences of a crime he should have been, and he fled. he’d met yunho on the streets before the hero-villain alliance and they quickly became best friends, brothers even.

hongjoong’s power is dimensional storage. he can store objects and people away for safekeeping. he’s been told that if he trained hard enough, long enough, he could advance his skills. he could manipulate space itself, erase people from existence, create wormholes and paradoxes, warp reality. it would be hard for him.

wooyoung spoke of the possibilities with twinkling eyes.

hongjoong couldn’t admit that his powers terrified him. he still couldn’t bury the guilt of what he did when he couldn’t control his powers. he still didn’t know which dimension he placed his hometown in, whether they were still alive, and it’s nearing twenty years since the accident.

that’s why hongjoong advocated for peace, for treaties and regulations. he hoped for the best in people because that’s all that kept him going. he didn't want to fight. he advocated for his team every single day. he loved them.

that’s why he ignored the signs that wooyoung was up to something until it was too late. every day since then he fought to bring them back, to right his shortcomings.

bonus:

technically this ateez hero/villain au takes place in the same timeline as the astro hero/villain au i have on here on AO3. so the juxtaposition between how fluffy and how much of a fun time astro/the ioi unit/etc are having vs ateez shows how much public opinion of people with powers changed over such a short period of time. especially as super powered people began emerging in droves.

astro’s stories take place when people with superpowers just started emerging. and villains and heroes hated each other but it wasn’t ever as serious as it now is. superheroes were a commodity. no one was extremely afraid of ppl with powers to the point of murder and villains only stole for the paycheck. that’s why they were all best friends. but as the government began to start regulating people with superpowers and ppl began to protest their existence, more government-run academies opened up and all of astro joined the hero-villain alliance as a team. that’s when they joined the biochemical weapons sector. at first it was fine - they didn’t work out on the field often but they hoped with their research they could help their kind and learn more abt themselves. until the experimentation got worse, more invasive, forced. eunwoo was the sole survivor. he lost his shit, but they managed to contain him at a high security facility. when jongho broke him out, eunwoo swore he would avenge them.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #astro #astro scenarios #hero/villain au

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kpop-zone · 4 years

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[Hogwarts AU] Red Velvet reaction to their s/o using dark magic to defend them

Irene

“I’ve heard her parents are death eaters.”

“They probably fought with Voldemort.”

“They are said to have killed countless muggles.”

When you walked up to your girlfriend and heard the evil words that were being hissed behind her back, you could feel an untamable hatred starting to bubble inside of you. The entire student body was lowkey intimidated by Joohyun for various reasons. Some were jealous because her beauty could force whole countries to their knees. Some were in awe because no one mastered spells quicker than her. And others were scared because of her seemingly cold aura. No one was willing to admit that though. Instead, it was so much easier to talk viciously about her behind her back in order to feel powerful. Joohyun always told you that she wasn’t bothered by that, but you could see how her beautiful eyes always got a little sadder whenever someone spread another ridiculous rumor about her. You loathed every single one of those cowards. Therefore, you sat down next to Joohyun while flashing the students behind her a death glare.

“Don’t pay attention to them.”

Your girlfriend smiled sadly and you nodded in response, although your anger forbade you to follow her demand.

“Do you think she killed some too?

“She’s definitely capable...”

Enough was enough. You weren’t going to listen to those jackasses a second longer.

Slowly, you pulled out your wand and aimed at the group of students behind you.

“Mucus as nauseam.”

You whispered with a smug smirk on your lips before letting your wand disappear in your pocket again.

“What?”

Joohyun asked confused and you quickly shook your head.

“Nothing, I was just talking to myself.”

You answered quickly and your girlfriend looked at you in confusion before returning her attention to her homework again.

Her quiet study session was interrupted though, when the students behind you suddenly started sniffling violently before eventually breaking out into fits of sneezes and coughs. Sneeringly, you laughed to yourself until you turned your head and found your girlfriend staring at you angrily.

“Did you hex them?”

Joohyun asked in disbelief and you chuckled nervously.

“Hm? What? No of course not.”

You lied, but the death glare of your girlfriend was telling you that she didn’t believe a single word.

“What? They deserved it.”

You justified yourself and Joohyun huffed while running her hand through her hair in frustration.

“I can’t believe that you would do something like that, Y/N. I’ve told you to stay out of this.”

She whispered in order to not let anyone hear your conversation, but her tone wasn’t any less intimidating.

“Have you thought about how that makes me look? Everyone will think that I hexed them; playing right into the hands of those idiots.”

You gasped in shock when you realized that Joohyun was right and you let your head hang in shame. When you felt fingers intertwining with yours though, you dared to look up.

“I appreciate that you are looking out for me. There are better ways than dark magic though, ok?”

Her voice was soft again and you nodded without hesitation, causing her to smile.

“Ok, then let’s get out of here before we get caught.”

Seulgi

“Sangsik, stop! Please give me back my wand.”

You could already hear your girlfriend’s voice from a distance and your blood immediately began to boil. You didn’t need to see the scenario in order to exactly know was going on. Sangsik, star chaser of Gryffindor’s quidditch team and a world-class A-hole, had made it his job to tease your girlfriend at any given opportunity and you were tired of it. You got it; she was the perfect victim. She couldn’t stay mad at anyone for longer than two seconds and violence was not even a word in her vocabulary. But Sangsik hadn’t taken you into account in his calculation. You wouldn’t let him make fun of your girlfriend.

Furiously, you pulled out your wand as you rounded the corner, just in time to see Sangsik flying in circles on his broom in the courtyard, parading the stolen wand for everyone to see. Seulgi was standing there helplessly while some other Gryffindors laughed at her maliciously.

No more.

“Relashio!”

You yelled as soon as you stepped into the courtyard, aiming your wand at Sangsik who only had time to look at you with a dumb expression on his face before his hands magically let go of his broom, causing him to fall off. With a dull thud he landed on the ground and the laughter and excited chatter around him ceased. With fire burning in your eyes, you stormed up to him and ripped Seulgi’s wand out of his pocket.

“If you only come near my girlfriend one more time, I will repeat this spell when you’re 70 feet over the Quidditch field.”

Your threat was only for Sangsik to hear and his eyes widened in fear. Satisfied with this effect, you turned on your heel and walked to your girlfriend.

“Come on, jagi.”

You said softly and Seulgi followed you wordlessly.

At first, you didn’t think much of your girlfriend’s silence, but when you were almost at the Hufflepuff common room, you were starting to get nervous. Had you scared her with your anger?

“Really warm today...”

You chuckled nervously in order to break the silence, while tugging on the collar of your uniform. Instead of joining in your small talk, however, Seulgi abruptly came to a halt. Confused you followed her example and turned around to look at her.

“You know, I can defend myself. I’m not the idiotic Hufflepuff that everyone thinks I am.”

She huffed frustrated, causing your eyes to widen. You hadn’t intended to hurt her with your action. Before you could explain yourself though, your girlfriend piped up again.

“I especially don’t need you to defend me with such horrible spells. Dark magic? I really can’t believe that you would ever stoop so low, Y/N.”

This was the first time that you had Seulgi ever seen so angry and you gulped nervously.

“I-I don’t think that you’re an idiot. I just wanted to- Seulgi wait!“

Before you could finish your sentence, she stormed off and disappeared behind a painting into the Hufflepuff common room. A feeling of shame and regret caused tears to pool in your eyes and you stared blankly ahead.

You had really messed up this time.

Seungwan

“They really let anyone into Hogwarts these days... who’s next, muggles?”

When you heard Jooeun’s malicious words, you needed to bite your tongue in order to stop yourself from yelling profanities at her. You knew exactly that she had said it loud enough for your girlfriend to hear who she hated with every cell in her body. Jooeun was born into a “pure-blood” family, how they liked to call themselves, and she despised everyone that was of muggle descent. Therefore, she loved to bully your girlfriend.

Like in every class, she sat in the last row with her gang of puppets and gossiped viciously about everyone who was “unworthy” in her eyes. But you knew that it was useless to start a fight with Jooeun. It was impossible to change the mind of such people.

“Come on, let’s sit further in the front.”

Gently you guided your girlfriend through the classroom in hopes that you couldn’t hear Jooeun and her gang all the way in the front row. But unfortunately, your hopes were crushed when you heard her say a word that immediately caused you to burst in anger.

“Mudblood.”

It was the last thing that you perceived clearly before absolutely going blank.

You heard yourself yelling, “Oppugno!”, while pointing your wand at your pencil case before swinging it towards Jooeun. A second later pure chaos broke loose as all of your pencils developed a life of their own and shot in your target’s direction. Jooeun could only do as much as throw her arms in front of her face in order to block the pencils. She yelled at you to stop, but you wanted to make her pay. Only when you could feel Seungwan pushing down your arm, you ripped out of your trance and looked around in shock. Jooeun had several little bleeding wounds in her face and on her arms and the rest of the students were staring at you in shock. Helplessly, you turned around to Seungwan who grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the classroom.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N?? Do you know what McGonogall will do with you if she finds out about this? Oh my god, do you know what Jooeun’s parents will do with you?? You could be expelled!”

Seungwan’s voice was trembling in anger and fear as she pulled you through the empty hallways to your dormitory. She kept ranting on about how incredibly dumb your action had been and by the time the two of you reached your room, you were feeling nauseous.

“You can’t change someone like Jooeun! When will you finally accept that? And where did you even learn this really impressive, I mean, unacceptable spell?!”

When you met the eyes of your girlfriend for the first time after fleeing the classroom, you could see that she was upset, worried, but also...curious. You didn’t know anyone who was smarter or more gifted than Seungwan. She had mastered every spell in your schoolbooks and you were sure that she was secretly intrigued by the mysterious spell that you had used. Learning was her passion and it was clear that she would sooner or later outgrow the methods that were taught at Hogwarts. For now, however, she strictly abided by the rules of the school and her anger definitely overweighed her curiosity.

Therefore, you hung your head in shame as your girlfriend continued to scold you some more while already making plans on how to save you from a school exclusion.

Joy

“Come on, drink something with me.”

Sooyoung huffed in annoyance when Joonghoo suddenly appeared next to her again and breathed his smell of alcohol into her face.

“For the last time, leave me alone!”

She basically yelled at him by now, because she just couldn’t stand having the hands of this douchebag all over her anymore. He was in love with her since the first year and just didn’t accept a no for an answer. He didn’t even care that she was dating you. Whenever he had the chance, he still tried to woo her; which was especially annoying when he was drunk like right now.

“Come oooon, just give me a chance. You won’t regret it.”

He slurred before gripping her hips and pulling her against his body. Sooyoung gasped in shock and was about to slap him when a loud voice made her flinch.

“Sooyoung, get back!”

She immediately recognized your voice and complied to your wish. With a hefty push, she disconnected her body from Joonghoo’s and jumped back, just in time to hear a spell rolling off your tongue that was unknown to her.

“Confringo!”

You yelled loudly, causing the bottles and glasses on the counter next to Joonghoo to explode. With wide eyes, Sooyoung looked at him, noticing that he was suddenly clutching his arm while his face was contorted in pain. Completely dumbfounded, Sooyoung averted her gaze from him to look at you and saw how you storming up to him with big steps.

“If you don’t keep your disgusting hands from my girlfriend, I will aim at your head the next time!”

You snarled and for once, Joonghoo didn’t have a cocky reply in store, but chose to nod wordlessly instead. Satisfied with his response, you let him be and turned to Sooyoung instead.

“Let’s get out of here?”

You asked and she quickly followed you as you left the pub without paying attention to all the people that were staring at you.

The anger was still written all over your face when the two of you walked back to the school and Sooyoung was still at a loss for words. She knew that that hadn’t been a spell from your school books. It was way too powerful and it did definitely not serve defensive purposes. It must have been dark magic. Sooyoung felt flattered that you had protected her and was also impressed that you had managed to master such a spell. But at the same time, the thought of you using dark magic made her feel nervous. It was too easy to get seduced by the wrong powers as a sorcerer and she didn’t want to be the reason for you to get into trouble. Therefore, she decided that she needed to talk with you about what had happened.

Nonchalantly, she interlinked your arms in order to catch your attention and cleared her throat.

“Y/N...”

She said hesitantly, not knowing how to address the matter without offending you.

“I know. I know that I shouldn’t use dark magic. But seeing him all over you had just made me so angry.”

You cut her short, already knowing what she had wanted to say.

“It’s not like I don’t appreciate you defending me. Because I do. Maybe Joonghoo needed something like this to finally get the hint. I just want you to be careful, ok? Dark magic is not something that should be used carelessly.”

Sooyoung said softly and smiled at you to show you that she wasn’t mad at you. You nodded in agreement before averting your gaze from her again. Using this chance, Sooyoung quickly pressed a kiss on your cheek to break the awkward tension, causing you to giggle happily.

There was no need to dramatize this incident as long as you knew where your limits were.

Yeri

“Maybe we shouldn’t have come here...”

Yeri whispered and clung to your arm even tighter.

The finals were inching closer and closer and by now, all of the students were basically studying 24/7. As a Gryffindor, she didn’t really appreciate that, so you had suggested to sneak out tonight and do something thrilling in order to get out of your heads for a while. At first, Yeri was totally hooked by that idea, but now that you were standing in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by trees that looked like they were alive and hearing all sorts of weird noises, she began regretting her decision.

“Yeah maybe we should have just explored the dungeon or mixed up all the trophies to annoy Filch.”

You admitted sheepishly while looking around in fear.

“Let’s go back?”

Yeri asked and you agreed without hesitation.

With big steps, the two of you hurried back to the castle, but before you could escape the thick forest, a loud cracking sound caused Yeri to flinch.

“What was that?”

She squealed panicked and you held her hand tighter.

“Nothing! Let’s just keep walking.”

You answered breathlessly, but Yeri knew that you were just lying to calm her down. Your clammy hand was giving away that you had heard the noise too.

The two of you picked up your pace even more, but it seemed like whatever was making the noise did too. The cracking sounds got louder and louder and eventually Yeri could see a movement in the corner of her eyes. Reluctantly, she turned her head, gasping in shock when she was able to make out the dark silhouette between the trees.

“RUN!!”

She yelled, not wanting to get eaten by the gigantic spider that was running towards the two of you in lightning speed. Without talking back, you began running at full speed through the thicket that was making your flight exponentially more difficult. Yeri tried to lift her feet high enough to prevent stumbling over one of the thousands of roots that were sticking out of the ground. But unfortunately, she was running too fast to really have control over were her feet were landing. She could already see the castle between the trees in front of her when she stepped on something uneven, feeling how her ankle gave in. With a loud thud, she fell down and winced in pain as her face collided with the ground. Yeri couldn’t care less about her injuries though as she heard the trampling of eight disgusting legs directly behind her.

That was it. This was how she would die.

She closed her eyes, prepared to be perforated by the fangs of the giant spider any second now. But instead of feeling unspeakable pain shooting through her body, she suddenly heard you yelling something.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Your echo jumped from one tree to the other before complete silence surrounded the two of you.

Confused, Yeri opened her eyes and saw that the spider was motionlessly laying next to her. She was completely speechless and stared at the monster in trance until you pulled her to her legs.

“Come on!! This won’t last long.”

You tugged on Yeri’s arm and she followed you obediently, not wanting to fear for her life a second time tonight.

As soon as the two of you stumbled out of the forest, you fell to the ground with all of your limbs stretched out and your chest heaving violently. Yeri, on the other hand, was still staring at you in awe. She knew that you were an excellent sorcerer because of the classes that you had together, but seeing you using dark magic was even more impressive.

“Can you teach me?”

Yeri blurted out and you looked at her in confusion.

“Can you teach me the spells that they don’t teach at school? I also want to be able to defend myself from creatures like that.”

She explained, causing you to look at her contemplatively before shrugging.

“Sure.”

You answered nonchalantly before leaping to your feet and taking her hand again.

A wide smile spread on Yeri’s face and she started to ramble excitedly as the two of you walked back to the castle after deciding that you had caused enough trouble for the night.

She couldn’t even wait to finally become the outstanding witch that she always knew that she could be.

#red velvet reaction #red velvet imagine #red velvet #irene #joohyun #seulgi #wendy #seungwan #joy #sooyoung #yeri #girl group reactions #girl group imagine #girl group #kpop reactions #kpop

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ronsenburg · 3 years

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i saw this post and IMMEDIATELY started writing an essay, so I moved it here so as not to clutter up someone else’s post...........

it absolutely blows my mind that, today in 2021, i honestly can’t remember what’s canon from the turnabout serenade case, what i read in a fanficition, and what is my own personal HC. like, it’s been more than a decade since i played the case for the first time and it’s probably been 5ish years since the last time i played AJ (definitely forgot to play it again before writing youngblood which is.... contributing to this) so i really don’t know if what goes on in my head is accurate, but, over the years, i’ve come up with a Lot of Thoughts, which i’ll discuss below.

tldr; it’s all about power (the desire for, the subversion of, the need to maintain), but if you’d like the specifics, here you go:

daryan: i think the explanation that he did it for “the money” is a line. please don’t mistake me, daryan is an asshole and a murderer, im not discounting that, but in court ive always thought that he was playing the part that everyone- especially klavier- is expecting of him. he’s the bad guy. might as well make it a finale for the books.

i’ve always seen daryan and klavier as opposite sides of the same coin when it comes to family and career aspirations. where i imagine klavier came from a well off and well loved family before his parents died, i see daryan from a working class, difficult upbringing. i read a few papers on the psychology of children/parenting style of police officers and decided early on that daryan’s dad was also a cop. his mother is either dead or (more likely) left them early on. dad coped by working a little too hard, gambling/drinking a little too much, and was overall not around a lot and kind of an authoritarian/controller when he was. it left daryan with a lot of anger he had to cope with, about what it means to be a cop, the idea of a “just cause” and the ends justifying the means, and an issue with authority (which is laughable, considering what a bully he turned out to be. sometimes we emulate our parents unintentionally; it’s the only thing we have to model our behavior on). so daryan started off at a disadvantage. klavier started off loved and supported and surrounded by expensive belongings, but the death of his parents and the subsequent emotional and financial abuse by his newly appointed guardian/brother left him in a similar place by the time he and daryan met. i think it was probably the foundation for their bond, and i think it’s why klavier decided to become a prosecutor instead of following in his brother’s footsteps and why daryan ultimately decided to enter law enforcement as well. i think they had a lot of optimistic, idealistic thoughts on being better than the people that hurt them, on utilizing the law to make the world a better place. i don’t think klavier ever conceived that kristoph could have wanted him in the prosecutors office as another pawn to play, and i don’t think he realized how fluid daryan’s morality could be.

shipping alert—you guys know me, im crazy for the idea of a “best friends to on again off again lovers to tenuous coworkers to bitterly disappointed in but still harboring feelings for the other person despite being on opposite sides” dynamic between daryan and klavier. i honestly can’t separate the ship from the case and im sorry about it. if you read youngblood you know that i think daryan started to resent klavier pretty early on, when they were still together, when the band was still successful, because klavier was able to move forward and work through the issues of his past while daryan was seemingly stuck. yes, daryan had made detective and the gavinners were a hit, he’d risen above his initial social standing and thrown off the control his father, he had money and fame and a future. but everything he had was because of klavier. daryan needed klavier, emotionally, morally, financially. but even when klavier was professing his love for daryan, both privately and in the form of chart topping songs, he didn’t need daryan. it was obvious (and of course, healthy, but how do children of abuse learn what a healthy relationship looks like without help? especially when the only relationships you’ve ever had are codependent and, in some ways, just as toxic?) and so things spiraled. daryan got possessive and angry again and klavier got distant and they broke up and got back together and broke up and didn’t get back together but kept ending up back in each other’s arms for comfort and for support and because how the hell do you move on when the person you’ve been in love with since you were 15 is sitting next to you on a tour bus and is also your partner in a homicide case and singing songs he wrote about you on stage in front of thousands of screaming fans?

okay, shipping glasses off, sorry. but no matter how you look at their relationship, daryan’s promotion out of homicide was probably the most distance they’d had from each other in years, as it removed a large chunk of the daily “working relationship” aspect. and without klavier there to act as a moral compass, it was likely easier to slip back into his earlier thoughts about what constitutes justice and his intense hatred of being pushed around by someone who has more power than you. so enter the chief justice with a son who is sick, dying even, but can’t get the medicine he needs because there’s a government out there telling them no. The reasons are arbitrary: the medicine could be used as a poison and can’t be found anywhere else so it might come back to bite the country in the ass if it’s misused by criminals. newsflash: pretty much all medicine is poisonous if it isn’t used correctly, should we stop using penicillin entirely because some people might be allergic to it? they’ve essentially condemned a whole bunch of people to death because they’re worried about their reputation. and that doesn’t sit well with daryan, who is caught up remembering the bullshit justifications his dad would spout when he knocked him around, that kristoph would give when withholding every single penny of money klavier was entitled to until he agreed to do what kristoph wanted. it isn’t right, it isn’t fair and unfair laws shouldn’t have to be upheld, especially when they’re the unfair laws of a country you most definitely did not swear to uphold and protect. it was never about money, though daryan agrees to take it when the chief offers it to him, more for his comfort level than for daryan’s need or desire. it’s about justice and putting a bully in it’s place with a (seemingly) victimless crime that should be so easy given his role in the international division of criminal affairs and klavier’s sudden hard on for the country of borginia. seriously, how could this have been any more straightforward? daryan is capable of murder, though. all cops are. and if it came down to a “them or me” shootout, of course he’d pull the trigger.

machi: when you come from nothing, the desire to have something of your own is overwhelming. the idea that machi is famous and financially set is disingenuous; he is not individually famous, he is Lamiroir’s “blind” pianist. yes, she views him as a son and seems to care deeply for him, but his main purpose in her life is to perpetuate a lie. machi has been abandoned before; what will happen to him if lamiroir suddenly remembers who she was in the past? what if she has a family and a true son of her own and has no use for him? what if their secret is found out and the public rejects him for his role in it? he is 14. what does he know about being provided for? about contracts and trust funds and royalties? he ended up in an orphanage originally because he was unwanted, and that led to a life of poverty and hardship. abandonment issues are rooted in fear and are rarely logical. i find it far easier to believe that machi did it for the money, but more for the power money might have given him towards independence in an unfeeling and capitalist world.

kristoph: i won’t get into this, because this is supposed to be about daryan and machi and the guitar’s serenade, and kristoph is not really involved in that at all. but i think everything that kristoph has ever done in the game, good or bad, is rooted in a pathological need to constantly be in control. i think that kristoph and klavier both have very intense personalities that they have sought to control over the course of their lives for the sake of their careers. kristoph believes that to be a good lawyer, you need to play your cards close to your chest, that to show your hand is to expose a weakness that the enemy can exploit, that to show no weaknesses at all places you in a position of power. klavier believes that to show his true self, to display his weaknesses and fears to the public, would result only in their rejection. as such, they both wear masks of their own creation even under the most intense of pressures: kristoph as pleasant and calm, klavier as magnetic and dynamic. note the primary difference in their rational? klavier wants to be wanted, while kristoph wants power. and power corrupts, after all. once you have it, what could be more overwhelming than the idea that you might lose it all? it can drive even the most rational people to commit acts of passionate irrationality in the name of holding on to that power. and kristoph has so many pieces involved in his strategy to maintain.

#i love daryan crescend i'm so sorry #i cut this to spare you all the pain of my rambling and also my inability to use caps and proper punctuation #gonna tag this as klavdar so you can avoid it just in case it bothers you #i think it's hilarious that this is JUST AS MUCH ABOUT KLAVIER as it is about any of these other people #shut up krissy #i have a lot of feelings about this case okay #man i'm still obsessed with lamiroir and machi's portrayal in 'dirty sympathy'#excellent stuff i'm going to go read that again #klavdar #i don't think i ever managed to squeeze in my hc about the specifics of kristophs abuse towards klavier into any fics #specifically the financial aspects of it #but its absolutely an effective weapon #klavier's money from his parents would absolutely be in a trust and controlled by kristoph until he was legally able to access it #he would have to ask kristoph for EVERYTHING #can you imagine how easy that would be for kristoph to turn against him? as a means of control? i just......#broke: kristoph physically abused klavier when he was a kid #woke: kristoph didn't have to abuse klavier when he could manipulate him so completely with money and mind games #all the while making klavier believe that he was truly looking out for him and any hurt klavier experienced was selfish and misguided #and klavier's fault #:|

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smileybokuto · 3 years

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10 reasons to love | Touya Todoroki

warning: A lot of Endeavour slander in here... read at your own risk. I take no criticism on endeavour.

𝟙𝟘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 | 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕋𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕚

Reason 1: He’s a villain. Ain’t nobody stealing your ass and if someone is stupid enough to do it mans would literally burn the world down to get you back. Dabi don’t give two shits about other people. But for you he will kill everyone to get you back. Also dating the villain isn’t that bad. You will literally be there whole world. They will always come home to you. They don’t have fangirls like heros do.

Reason 2: This man is SMART. He is very cautious not to divulge too much information which makes a great villain. They don’t need to know your plans that how things get ruined for the villains. While fighting endeavour he was smart enough to retreat when Miriko came.

Reason 3: This man has been through hell. Literally psychological warfare. and yes it fractured his psyche but he still is high functioning. He doesn’t spiral even when up against Endeavour (I fucking hate this bitch) the person who broke it in the first place. He is very calculated about when he revealed his identity which is impressive to say the least. Speaking purely from a psychological perspective this is a rarity, people who fracture like this normally spirals and goes on a killing spree with no control. However dabi is able to contain his composure and attack and tackfully retreat that’s impressive.

Reason 4: If he believes in something. He believes with his heart and soul. This man will fight tooth and nail for what he believes in even if society doesn’t agree. When he says he wants to kill all fake heros he is saying this with his full chest. However unlike Stain he doesn’t see growth in peoples character and he places his own bias on them (This is in no way me side with endeavours bitch ass). Even still he will fight for what he believes in which is honorable.

Reason 5: Another reason is Quirk is Awesome. The mans flames are hotter than Endeavour (take that hoe). Endeavour could never. But anyways he can literally hotter than the sun fam. hotter than the SUN. He also has amazing control over something that is literally destroying his flesh. The pain tolerance is immaculate.

Reason 6: Dabi is a great villain. His ambition is purely fueled by anger and the wrongs done onto him by someone who was suppose to nourish and protect him. he is cunning enough to plan ahead for all outcomes. he is also meticulous when strategies it may seem like his plans are half cocked but in all actuality everything that happens he allows. Dabi doesn’t trust very easily so he is always cautious and observant. He also weaponizes information against his opponents i.e his identity and Hawks identity *lowkey spolier but not really. Also he’s powerful and knows when to back down and regroup unlike my baby shigaraki.

Reason 7: Another reason is he is not an abuser because of how endeavour treated him he definitely will not abuse anyone. (Killing is not abusing btw. It’s murder. I’ve had to explain this in class before lol. Thought i’d just clear it up before someone comments it.) He wouldn’t intentionally inflict pain on someone else. Even when he taunting someone it’s never psychological torture. He would never want to be like his father. He wants to destroy his father and never be like him. (as you should 😌)

Reason 8: Okay time to flip him and think about his potential as a hero. He would be a great hero and Shoto would literally worship the ground he walked on. Bakugou would be outmatched and he would take U.A by storm and I mean that. He however would denounce his father and probably never speak to him again after execling so well. You know how we have emancipated minors that would legit be Touya and Natsuo. Touya would try to be the best to spit Endeavour. He would become the number one hero just to be like suck it old man. You. lost. (as he should 😌). As much as everyone like to forget Touya cared about his siblings alot so he would have helped Shoto control his powers.

Reason 9: If he wasn’t pushed to be separated from his family. He would be a family man through and though. Like I said before everyone likes to over look the fact that Touya loved his siblings and protected them from there tyrant of a father. Touya would cared about Natsuo even as a villain but his hatred for endeavour outranks past familial loves.

Reason 10: Touya has a lot of potential to grow as a person and as a character even if it’s for good or bad. I get that some people can’t get past him killing people and I am in no way justifying what he did but Touya is more than just that action and there was a lot of potential snuffed out by trauma and abuse. But he still has potential to be amazing. Even though he sent someone to kill his brother he still cares for him. If the Todoroki’s (not including endeavour and his fuckery) band together and try to talk to him and defeat him (They have to defeat him or he won’t listen. It’s a reassurance thing. His inferiority complex won’t let him listen to anyone weaker than him. Like for instance if Midoriya talked to him after pummeling him he would listen might not apply it but he will take it into consideration.) To be honest Touya is very much so a cause of his environment. The love he knew quickly turned into abandonment and solitude. It’s actual heartbreaking. Touya basically did die during that fire at least his psyche did.

Wow I didn’t even explain why I love him. I love his potential not his actions I am a big believer in people can change if you understand them enough you can sympathize and help. Touya Todoroki is a perfect example of how a parents bad action reflect on the child. I love that. The entire todoroki family is a beautiful portrayal of abuse and the effects it can have on someone.

A/n: Fun fact about me but most of the anime men I simp for are normally born on january 18 or january 19 and my birthday is january 20 so. I don’t know what that means 😂. But theres a useless fact about me.

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