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waspredteeth · 1 month

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You know what I've realized these past several months on Tumblr and just...years of consuming content?

It's pretty rare for the fandom to acknowledge Gotham as a city. A real, living city with people in it. Like, sure we always get cutesy posts about Batman or the others from outside perspectives or fics that include interesting ocs (I love u if you do that btw).

But what I mean isn't that. What I mean is: does anyone think of Gotham and its citizens as actual people? Because I've sure seen kind of the opposite.

I see constant arguments or heavily biased (mostly misinformed) posts regarding what Bruce does and how the Batman helps the city. That his riches would get lost in corruption and no one can save the city unless there's violence. You could try and make the argument, sure. But we've seen time and time again in comics that Bruce uses his money to the benefit of the city. We've seen in comics that he employs people who are disadvantaged and gives them opportunities. People know Bruce Wayne gives jobs and treats his employees well. He donates heavily to charities, creates his own organizations, funds Leslie Thompkin's clinic, and consistently updates the safety of his own buildings. People (at least post-Crisis) would know that Bruce Wayne did everything he could to save Gotham after the Cataclysm earthquake/No Man's Land - that he went up against Congress. Of course, not everyone would like Batman. Not everyone would trust the Wayne name. They'd see a stranger who prowls nightly and may or may not rescue you. They'd see the privilege of an old rich name who gets to exert his influence over the city. If you go to him for help, you go to him with the fear, and anticipation of rejection or with the knowledge that he will be safe.

I've also seen the (imo) ridiculous notion that Crime Alley citizens would trust the Red Hood. Maybe some would now, after the reboots and actual comic book evidence that he's doing something. But I cannot fathom living in a city with such heavy crimes occurring and then trusting what is essentially a cop. People don't know the Red Hood. They don't know Jason Todd. They would only know: 1. he has tried and succeeded various times to take over organized crime and drug routes 2. he can and will kill if he sees it fit. In some people's eyes, he would be a cop with even less judicial oversight. In some families, he would be the killer of their breadwinner, of their fathers or family members or lovers. A man with a gun. Eyes without a face. If you go to him for help, you go to him for blood.

This doesn't even begin to lay out the insane amount of vigilantes who live/operate in Gotham. The Batman is not the only figure. The Red Hood is not the only figure. If you boil down Gotham to only the conflict between these two characters, you miss the nuances and varied opinions of the city by miles. If you boil down Gotham to just Batman-affiliates, you miss even more.

For every person who doesn't trust Batman, there's someone who'd prefer Huntress. For every child who lives in fear but can't trust an adult, there's Robin or Batgirl. For an abused woman, there's other women out there who help: Catwoman or Black Canary or Holly Robinson. There's people who'd never trust a vigilante but want safety, they'd have Leslie Thompkins (who operates in Crime Alley) or Lucius Fox who could give them a job.

Not to mention, Batman is very obviously white. There would be some people who would rightfully mistrust white men, and would prefer figures like Orpheus or Onyx or Batwing or the Signal or Huntress (post-N52). There's the Creeper, who would be terrifying but some might prefer the monster over the man. There's Ragman, an explicitly Jewish vigilante who was literally called the Tatterdemalion of the Oppressed and trusted by the poor and homeless. There's Batwoman, Mother Panic, Spoiler, Nightwing, Red Robin, Azrael, Bluebird, the enigmatic idea of the Oracle, Anarky, Ghostmaker, Gotham Girl/Boy, Catman, Alan Scott-Green Lantern, Wildcat.

Hell, maybe someone who lives in Gotham would just straight up trust Superman or the Flash or Wonder Woman more than anyone else. Maybe they'd never once trust someone acting for a perceived view of justice and would just trust an employer like Two-Face or the Riddler or any mobster.

I'm stressing my point here: when you write anyone who lives in Gotham City, keep in mind that they don't know they live in a comic book world. Secret identities are foreign to them, they only know the base actions of each vigilante. Each person's opinion will heavily vary. Every experience colors their view of the city and vigilantes as a whole. Just, idk, widen your horizons and consider about what someone living in a place like Gotham would really think.

To that end, read the comics!!! Research actual cities!!! Take in experiences and history!!! It's all interesting and just adds so much more.

You want one comic that shows Bruce helping Gotham and the various views of Gothamites, read Gotham Knights #32, published in 2002 and titled "24/7." Read it online illegally if you have to!!

#i'm not hating on existing content #make what you want!#I've just always wanted to see more #because there is more to explore #dc #batman #dc comics #batman meta #gotham city #DM for a link to the comic issue if you want #just be prepared for a comic website with pop-up ads #robin #dc meta #bruce wayne #I am Not tagging all these people

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alexxncl · 17 days

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 32 SPOILERS‼️

normal and hard

masterlist | all lessons | lesson 31 | lesson 33

i know i said i like angst and this is exactly what i meant by angst but OUCH ????

and ik i've (probably) said this about satan but i wish they'd show and tell levi how much they care about him to his face, like it'd at least help his self-deprecating and self-loathing tendencies be pushed to the back of his mind at least for a little bit yk

everyone needs a bit of reassurance, especially when they're so deep in a cycle of self-hatred that their default setting is to think the worst of themselves and believe that everyone around them thinks the same

also i feel like it's pretty obvious that levi and lotan are in the flood equivalent of the "eye of the storm" right? RIGHT???

he's completely submerged, which means he's still at least near the HOL, which means he's still in his room in his tub-bed right ?????

also, jealousy and envy are two different things, though they're very similar. jealousy is the threat of losing someone or something, evny is wanting what someone else has. we've seen levi act on his envy all the time, but the fear of losing mc forever is something he's never had to deal with until now. imagine they left without saying goodbye?? then he'd be envious. if the avatar of envy jealous is this bad, the avatar of envy being being envious is realm ending

also, this is the first time we've seen levi use his powers to this extent in the entirety of both games if i remember correctly. have we seen mammon and lucifer do the same ??? imagine what that would look like...

there's already a power gap between levi and mams, but the power gap between lucifer and the rest of the brothers is immeasurable. like lucifer ripped 2 of his wings off and birthed the 4th most powerful of 7 and is STILL the most powerful of all of them by a long shot. if this is what happens when levi's almost completely acting on and engulfed by his sin, what would it look like if lucifer did the same? or worse?

maybe i'm getting ahead of myself and thinking too hard, but what if levi's little d is lotan? like what if he can shapeshift or smth???

see now i'm really thinking his little d is lotan, bc how else would they teleport from the castle back to levi's room in the HOL and be underwater while being able to talk if lotan/no. 3 hadn't hadn't bought them there ???

"consumed by a snake" or whatever the fortune was, what if this is jonah and the whale type shit ???

SOBBING

ok so i was right about him being in the HOL, but not his room. he's in mc's room from the current timeline

"our love transcends time" or whatever the login screen for the game's opening is, this is a physical and spiritual manifestation of that. they love mc so much that even in different universes, they still feel an indescribable and irreplaceable connection to them. even in his darkest mental state, levi still seeks mc's presence, or at least the remnants of it, for comfort. the same can be said for the others

HE INITIATED THE KISS I'M GONNA CRY

while yes, he did kiss them to save them, the fact that he was able to push away his anxiety to save someone he cares about with no hesitation is proof that he's also deserving of love and affection and care regardless of what he thinks about himself. and the fact that he's still blaming himself for having feelings (even though the intensity of those feelings did end up flooding the devildom) makes me so sad

i just want him to be happy and love himself as much as he loves his brothers and mc and as much as they love him :(

he's getting there though, and i love how the devs take time with exploring how difficult it is to break yourself out of such a detrimental mental state not just for levi, but for everyone

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howlingday · 4 months

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for most of remnant you strengthen your aura by strengthening your body, jaune and ren discover that you can do the opposite and strengthen your body by strengthening your soul and gaining greater enlightenment. the only issue is now they keep talking like philosophers and reacting to everything their friends do with "hmmm yes very wise" or "hmmm no not very wise" if it weren't for the fact that they were now the strongest in beacon they'd probably get beaten up

Wise Men

Jaune: Mm...

Ren: Mm...

Jaune and Ren sat across from one another, nodding their heads in agreement. Nobody's sure what exactly happened, but all of a sudden, the two of them were so buddy-buddy that they started hosting Bro-Wisdom sessions. During these, they would sit on beanbags they bought, lay back and share "wisdom" with one another like they were college monks.

Jaune: The pizza guy is running late.

Ren: Mm. Should we pay him in full?

Jaune: Forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza.

Ren: Mm. That is very wise, but also unwise. Perhaps he is late for matters beyond his control? Perhaps the oven broke, or he was attacked by pizza-hungry Grimm.

Jaune: Would Grimm eat pizza?

Ren: Pizza is a construct of mankind, and they will consume and destroy all that humans create, including other humans.

Jaune: Mm. That is very wise.

And it wasn't just each other that the two would share their supposed "philosophies" with. For example, Jaune and Ren happened upon a struggling Weiss Schnee, who was attempting to perfect her glyphs to match her older sister's level. The advice was... offered.

Ren: Mm. Quit, don't quit.

Weiss: I'm not quitting.

Jaune: Glyphs, don't glyphs.

Weiss: I'm doing my glyphs!

Ren: You are too focused on what was and what will be.

Weiss: I... What?

Jaune: There is a saying. The past is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift!

Ren: That is why it is called the present.

Weiss: ...

The two would then retreat to their beanbags, and begin anew with their "discussions". Nora tried to join in, but she couldn't get it at all! She wanted to throw them out the window. As she reached for Jaune, though, he didn't react at all. All he did was share his wisdom.

Jaune: Your mind is like a pond, Nora. When you are agitated, it becomes difficult to see. But if you allow your mind to settle, the answer becomes clear.

Nora: ...Are there ducks in my mind pond?

She spent the rest of the afternoon on that question. Pyrrha tried to reach them as well, but they were somehow less open-minded to the idea of change than they seemingly preached. It especially didn't help that they continued to off their nonsensical notions as "philosophy."

Jaune: When people say clean as a whistle, they forget that a whistle is full of spit, and thus unclean.

Ren: Mm. That is very wise.

Pyrrha: Jaune, I don't think it's a scenario people think too hard on. You need to get back to training!

Ren: Mm. You're only young once. Once you learn that, you're on your own.

Jaune: Mm, that is unwise. Youth is a state of mind, though it is affected by how one treats their body. If you load up on junk food, your body will slow itself and you will feel old.

Ren: Mm. That is very wise.

Pyrrha: NO, IT ISN'T! Ack! I'm sorry~!

Jaune: Pyrrha, you are too obsessed with the notion of destiny. You must remove yourself from the illusion of control.

Pyrrha: Illusion?! I am in control of my destiny, Jaune! That is no illusion!

Jaune: Mm. That is very unwise, Pyrrha. Look at Nora chasing that squirrel. I cannot make her stop when I want her to.

Pyrrha took her spear in hand and tossed it in front of Nora and her fuzzy quarry. In fear, the squirrel ran towards the school, and Nora followed. Then Pyrrha pulled back her spear, and then tossed her shield with Nora's pancake mix on it. Nora followed the floury discus until she was no longer chasing the squirrel, instead eating raw pancake dust with her bare hands.

Pyrrha: No, but I can control where the squirrel runs to. And I can control what Nora chases after! THAT is no illusion!

Jaune: Yes, but she will always be Nora. You may want her to be a Pyrrha or a Jaune, but she will always be Nora.

Ren: Mm. That is very wise. Very wise indeed.

#rwby #jaune arc #lie ren #weiss schnee #kung fu panda #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #my answers #my answer #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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wuxianxkexing · 5 months

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Mu Qing x Goddess Reader: Stop Fucking With My Cat Part 5

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What do you mean I have to actually write this story and it won't just magically appear? Yeah, I didn't forget, I've just been too busy for the past like 5 months? Or however long it's been since the last update. Lol

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Ghosts of all types were most active at night. It was a fact of life and it seemed like humans were born with that innate knowledge, the innate fear of the dark. Y/N didn't really mind the dark too much usually. However she really wasn't prepared for how all consuming the darkness of the swamp really was. It was her first time ever being in one. The torch she carried was practically useless. Between the darkness and thick of the swamp the eye could only see maybe a foot or two in front of it even with the help of the torch. Still it was better than nothing. With it's help Y/N was able to traverse the swamp with all of the delicatecy and grace of a couple hours old fawn, instead of one just born mere minutes ago. It was more difficult than walking on just solid ice! Y/N thought as she gave a dismayed look to Mu Qing who was impatiently stopping every few feet or so to wait for Y/N to catch up again. At least solid ice usually doesn't have so many damned obstacles! Y/N had long ago lost count of how many twigs, mossy rocks, fallen trees, roots and just plain mud she had fallen over during their trek deeper into the murky swamp. It didn't help that despite being so dark it was also super loud. Bugs, owls, frogs, everything seemed to be screaming, or rather singing, it's lungs out. Though Y/N supposed that was a good thing. A silent forest is a bad forest.

"At this rate I might as well carry you." Y/N froze over the large tree root she was making her way over. Mu Qing rolled his eyes so hard she wasn't sure if they'd ever return back to normal. Unlike Y/N Mu Qing was making his way through the swamps like an elf. Never a foot misplaced, barely making any noise. He had the footwork that one would expect of a martial God. It kind of annoyed Y/N, nevermind the insult he had just given her. Why was she the only one suffering in this stupid swamp? "Feng Xin could move through this faster and quieter than you. I'm surprised you haven't scared off everything in the area. The frogs must know that you are too clumsy to be a threat." He smirked.

"Well if you hadn't interrupted my hunting lesson with Echo I could've learned cat like footwork from him!"

"Pfft, so you'd make your master my cat? Well I suppose no one else /would/ take you under their wing." Y/N puffed her cheeks in mocking fake anger. She was a martial Goddess. If anything people would fight each other to be able to claim her as their student. They both surely knew that to be true.

"I think your cat would be a good master. The worst he'd do to me is maybe scratch or bite me, but at least he wouldn't have me run laps until my legs fall off." Y/N smiled back.

Mu Qing huffed and rolled his eyes. "Actually the worst he might do to you is try to suffocate you in your sleep by laying directly on your face like he does to me every night. He's not as innocent as he looks."

"Maybe I shouldn't have given him that demon collar after all. Sounds like he is already halfway there." Y/N laughed at her joke but Mu Qing just stared at her, clearly unamused. Y/N mentally hit herself. Right, he still didn't find the whole thing funny. Y/N liked to fancy herself as a comedian but undeniably most people didn't think she was very funny. She made the rest of her way over the large tree root and went to stand next to Mu Qing, who quickly turned on his heel and continued deeper into the swamp. 'Psh, maybe I should just have him carry me.' Y/N thought grumpily to herself. But she knew it was just a thought. No way would she ever ask to be carried by anyone, let alone Mu Qing. He obviously already thought that she was useless, she didn't need to make it worse. And really it was rather pathetic that a martial Goddess was having such a hard time just walking around. Y/N decided to focus harder on making her way through the swamp with some element of grace, and whether through actual focus or just more experience on where to step the duo actually started making decent time on their descent into the swamp. However their slow going in the beginning finally caught up to them as their last torch finally died.

"Nice going Y/N, now we have to walk around in the dark." Y/N felt her eye twitch in the pitch darkness. It wasn't her fault! She was pretty sure that they needed to bring twice as many torches than they did but Mu Qing was the one who didn't want to carry them around!

"General Xuan Zhen, why don't you just light a palm torch? I was pretty sure that we didn't bring enough torches along but you were the one who said that we'd be fine. Don't blame me for your lapse in judgment." Y/N let out through a very forced smile. She wasn't sure why she even bothered since neither of them could see anything at the moment but that's just a part of playing nice she supposed.

"Tch, why don't you light a palm torch. I need to conserve my spiritual energy." Y/N didn't need to see to know that he just rolled his eyes at her though. She thought about telling him to go fuck himself, she needed to conserve her spiritual power as well and being the very popular God that he was he surely had a lot more of it to spare than she did. Y/N waited a few seconds, listening to the sounds of frogs croaking in the night, considering whether or not she would use her spiritual power. To be honest she didn't really need her spiritual powers, her martial abilities were exceptional even without them, so she ultimately decided to cooperate and lit a palm torch for them.

Unexpectedly Mu Qing was standing a whole lot closer to her than she remembered and she almost caught his robe sleeve on fire. "Watch it!" He screamed out as he pulled himself out of the line of fire. Y/N almost laughed. What was he even doing standing so close to her in the first place after he had just told her to light a palm torch?

"Sorry General Xuan Zhen. My bad." Y/N weakly apologized with a small smile on her face. Mu Qing fixed her with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You did that on purpose."

"No I didn't. I thought you were standing over there." Y/N pointed to where Mu Qing was definitely standing when the last torch went out. His eyes followed the line of Y/N's finger and he pressed his lips together firmly. Maybe it was just the lighting from her palm torch but Y/N was pretty sure that Mu Qing was blushing.

"Whatever, let's get going." Mu Qing turned and started to walk off into the darkness, leaving Y/N to chase after him so he didn't get lost or hurt without light.

#heaven officials blessing #tgcf #mu qing #mu qing x reader stop fucking with my cat #tgcf x reader #heaven officials blessing x reader

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hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha · 4 months

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You Have Eyes Only For Me.

Zohakuten x Fem!Reader [Fluff]

Y/N = Your Name

Synopsis: You weren't surprised to find out that Zohakuten is a rather jealous partner, but what did surprise you is the lengths he would go to ensure that your eyes remain on him and only him.

Warnings: slight cannibalism, gore, "mild" possessiveness, blood, Zohakuten really really wants your attention (I think he's deprived of it or something), you get a gift from your sweetheart! 😊

PS: TUMBLR WON'T LET ME EDIT THEM WHEN I POST THEM IN DRAFTS SO I HAVE TO DO IT LIKE THIS. + in order for this to work, I made her vampire. Ik I could've made her a demon, but vampire seems cooler (+ I'm experimenting with my stuff) + I think I went completely off of what you wanted or too dramatic + I did not proofread (I never do)

As far as Y/N was concerned, she was living her one hundred and eighty-seven years without a care in world, watching humans come and go. Having been born during the Edo period, she is quite the experienced girl (little bit of history there). Yet, never did she think she would have ever been cursed with immortality and soon even vampirism. Life from there on out was extremely difficult, with the only true source of food for her being blood instead the normal human food she was used to (not that she couldn't eat it, but human food never made much of a difference), not to mention her fatal weakness to the sun. Ever since she was turned, she thought she'd never meet anyone like her. At least, no one that consumes blood to survive with a deadly weakness to the sun, even after she managed to venture out of the lands of Japan and discovered the western world. But that all changed when she met her dear Zohakuten. The mere fact that he was like her, feeding off of blood and with a weakness to the sun was absolutely baffling, even moreso the way they met.

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Zohakuten was absolutely baffled at the sight. "Hmph... A human eating another human?" He had caught her devouring a human female she had caught abusing a child that wasn't even hers (not that he cared much for the human child). For a mere moment, Zohakuten had assumed that Y/N was a human, but that thought was quickly dismissed when he didn't hear a heartbeat and noticed her sickly pale skin. Immediately Zohakuten was on guard as he wasn't used to seeing demons not fear him, an Upper Rank demon. His mere gaze alone should've had her shaking where she stood, but it didn't. He tried to figure out how powerful she was by trying to smell her blood, to sense her aura, and to possibly try and figure out whether or not she had a powerful blood demon art. Little did he know, that was not the case. "If you're wondering what I am, I am a vampire."

The demon boy was initially surprised. What even is a vampire? He's never heard of such a thing! He only knows the yōkai whereunder the ghosts, demons, monsters, shapeshifters, tricksters, and other kinds of supernatural beings fall, but never has he ever heard of a vampire. Is she perhaps a different yōkai sort? If so, how had he not heard of it? Very quickly he soon came to learn that she was a like a demon but stronger, but also learned that it depends on how powerful one is reborn as one. Unlike demons, who simply feed to get stronger and can only hope to survive once given a portion of Muzan's impossibly poisonous blood, a vampire gets stronger with age. While feeding off of humans does contribute to their strength, it is age that truly is the main factor in their strength. Needless to say, it was a shock, especially when he realised that she was far more powerful than him after her display of power. Zohakuten even had a slight newfound respect for the girl he met. As they would would converse further, he would very slowly begin to grow fond of the girl. Eventually, they'd become lovers, a fact that was quite surprising for even himself and the other clones.

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"He's nothing but-" "A mere friend? How many times have you told me that lie, woman?" Y/N sighed and smiled softly at Zohakuten's jealousy. She was not surprised in the slightest when the boy began displaying jealous tendencies, especially when she was around other males or would give anyone or anything more attention than him. Zohakuten only became more possessive over his lover he found out that she had quite a few male friends and always did everything in his power to keep her attention on him and only on him. However, she wouldn't bat an eye at any of his jealous antics, only viewing them as cute and loving. "Why do you lie to me, woman? Why do you let other men stare at you the way I do?" The demon boy continues to go off about how only he is worthy of gazing upon her beauty and how only he is worthy of her love, pacing back and forth and snapping at the smallest things. She couldn't help but laugh. "I don't want to see him around you anymore..." Zohakuten mumbled with his arms crossed over his chest as he rested atop a tree branch. "Oh yeah? And what will you do if he keeps staying around me?" His lover teased with a small smirk. She wasn't aware just how far Zohakuten was willing to go in order for her attention to remain on him. He was supposed to be the one under the spotlight in her eyes and have her gaze upon him with awe and love because only he was worthy of that from her. Not anyone else. In response, Zohakuten fiercely glared at her and expressed his displeasure without saying a word. Y/N getting the hint, stopped her teasing and beckoned the demon boy over, which he did not think to refuse for even a moment. For the rest of the day until nightfall, they would remain close to each other (rather, Zohakuten would stick to her like gum) in her mansion, cuddling and laying in bed (you're a vampire bro and you've lived for 187 years, you gotta at least be rich by now).

At nightfall, you both prepared to leave the mansion and go hunt for food. "Alright, my darling, you know the usual. I'll be back in two hours." Says Y/N before giving Zohakuten a peck on his cheek and a warm, or in their case, cold hug, which he responds to with a simple grunt and huff. "Oh and Hachi! Please make sure that any passing slayers are killed for me. You know I hate it when those pests roam my premises. Thank you!" Her ever so loyal butler gives a small bow before nodding and opening the windows so she could fly out of the residence. "Of course, mistress. Any and all slayer vermins will be disposed of." Y/N smiles at the tall, lanky man before swiftly jumping out the window and flying off. Zohakuten does not follow however, and only watches as she flies away before he side eyes the butler. "In the city not too far from this private residential property, master." Zohakuten grunts in response, but does not leave yet, Hachi still had one more thing to tell him. "His name?" "Fairly easy to remember since he's a foreigner. I believe it's 'Lucian'." Just the mere mentioning of the friend's name gets a rise out of Zohakuten which the butler is not oblivious to and neither is Y/N. "Very well. Your efforts are appreciated." Zohakuten says one final time before jumping out of the window. Now, what could have led Y/N's ever so loyal servant to have gone behind her back and collect the information of someone she trusts? Simple really. Both Hachi and Zohakuten share a similar distaste for the man. His boastful behavior plays a main role in their disdain for him and so does their distrust. Hachi simply feels as if one day, his mistress will get betrayed and be exposed to dangerous vampire hunters in the west. Zohakuten's reasons? Pure unadulterated jealousy. But exactly did his jealousy emerge at such a severe rate? Well...

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Right from the moment he first met this bastard (a vampire similar to both Y/N and him in physical age), Zohakuten utterly despised him. The young man blatantly disrespected him by completely ignoring his existence and bragged about nothing but himself while making subtle moves at Y/N. Much as he have wanted to shut up the 'gentleman' himself, Zohakuten decided to play nice and remain well-behaved for his lover's sake since he had found out that they are business partners, and business is something he is no stranger to. The entire day was nothing but business talk and attending opulent places with the generic entertainment similar to humans, one of which Lucian was the main event. It was all going well and he almost enjoyed himself (when he ignored Lucian). But when she blew that kiss to that man, every bit of patience and rationality left him. He knew it was all for show really... Well, the clones had discussed Zohakuten's jealousy and that he had trouble controlling it, and they were right, he did, and Zohakuten was very aware of that. But Y/N herself confirmed that she had eyes only for him. He had every right to get angry! (Gore ahead!)

So that's why he's here. Torturing Lucian, stabbing his soft skin with his bone-like daggers and taking pleasure in consuming the blood escaping the poor man's body. "It amuses me how you actually thought that you would live after trying to steal my lady's attention from me. That you thought you would live without consequence when you tried to steal the spotlight that so rightfully belongs to me and me alone." The demon boy sneers. It pleases him to see in how much agonising pain Lucian is. That's what happens when you try to steal his spotlight. With sharp nails, Zohakuten slashes the man's face, blinding him before digging them deep into his chest where his heart lies, all while Lucian howled in pain. "Your heart would make the perfect gift for my darling." And just like that, he rips the heart out of the vampire and in the blink of an eye, backhanded his head off of his body. Being one of the weaker vampires, beheading him means instant death. "I would have preferred torturing you longer, but I have a date tonight and I don't like to be keep my darling waiting." Zohakuten is not one for wasting time, much like Sekido, especially when it has anything to do with getting to spend time with Y/N. All in all, he's glad the nuisance is finally dead as he should be all who dare to fight for Y/N's love.

After not bothering to clean up the mess Zohakuten had made in Lucian's home, he left and went back to the mansion to prepare himself for his date. With haste he ran back to her home and practically barged inside of their shared room through the windows before quickly moving to the closet to get himself dressed. Meanwhile, outside of their room, two knocks could be heard until eventually Hachi's voice rang out, muffled by the closed doors. "My Lord, I believe it is your date night with my mistress. I have acquired you a custom-made attire which I'm certain will get Lady Y/N to swoon over you." Zohakuten freezes amidst dressing himself in the outfit he had initially chosen before quickly opening the door by a bit, as he pulled his black cotton singlet down his toned waist (but why is he so well-built for like, idk, a 13 year old?-). "I don't remember ever having requested a custom-made outfit be tailored for me." He assumed this was some sort of trick since he was well aware that Hachi can be a rather protective servant. He had a rough start with him after all. "You didn't. I did. Please, try this on, my Lord." Hachi said, handing Zohakuten the attire he had chosen for him to wear. Within a few seconds, Zohakuten was dressed and checking himself in the mirror, taking in all the details of the tailored clothing. No less than a minute later, he walks out of the room seeming quite proud and satisfied as he adjusted the accessories in his hair to his liking and nodded in satisfaction at Hachi. "You will have her fall in love with you all over again." "I know." Both Hachi and Zohakuten look at each other in silence for a prolonged moment, before cracking a few smiles at each other. "I believe you are ready, my Lord." Zohakuten nodded in acknowledgement before simply walking with Hachi around the mansion as they await Y/N's return. About a quarter of an hour later, both gentlemen hear the windows open and the flapping of her batwings before the shifting of her clothes after she transforms. From the looks of it, Y/N was already dolled up and waiting for Zohakuten. "Dearest! I'm home and ready!" With a nod towards Hachi, Zohakuten approaches Y/N with his usual expression, taking in every little detail of her and her attire. "... You look good." The demon boy mumbles quietly with crossed arms and averting his gaze to prevent her from seeing his barely visible blush. Y/N on the other hand, was exactly what Hachi had told Zohakuten. Her eyes were practically sparkling (in a figurative sense) at the sight of him, cheeks had gained a red tint, and suddenly she was speechless. "Well... You look handsome." She complimented him with a proud smile. "We'll be going, Hachi." The girl says waving off to the butler, who nods in response, as she drags Zohakuten by the arm towards the main entrance. Outside of the residence, their escort awaited, the chauffeur holding the door to the car open for them to enter. "My (optional: best) friend-" Zohakuten immediately side-eyed her at the mentioning of a 'friend' to which Y/N quickly corrected herself. "Female (best) friend, has reserved us a special spot. She set the place up and made it look a little extra just for us." She says, giving a half-surpressed laugh at his side-eye before entering the vehicle with him. "She knows about this?" "She owed me." "Hm..." He seemed rather pleased by that fact. Initially he thought the place would be some stupid human place, but he is pleased to know that it in fact is not.

The drive to the designated location was about a forty-five minutes. When they arrived, he was impressed by its appearance. Having lived for over two centuries, he it isn't often you get to impress a demon like him, especially not an Upper Moon demon. He waits for his dear to exit the vehicle while holding out his arm for her to coil hers around, keeping his head low at his rather soft and loving behavior towards her. He's always disliked the fact that he was so soft for her but liked it at the same time. Once Y/N got out and joined Zohakuten, the pair entered the place. Zohakuten, surprised by it's opulence and was the human style of entertainment (think of the 50's, a big stage with a jazz band performing on the side, something you see in like the voice or Jimmy Fallon, but a lot bigger. I believe it's called a supper theatre?), though didn't mind it very much, was pleased with what he saw. In fact, he almost enjoyed it. Soon enough, they were approached by a waiter, who quickly led them to their reserved spot. The area was very nice and even Zohakuten had to admit that he was impressed while Y/N fawned and thanked her friend who had been awaiting their presence from afar, flashing her a quick thumbs up which was met with a wink from her. The area that her friend had reserved for them was a place near a balcony where the moon shined on them at just right and was visible at the perfect angle. The area was decorated with what appeared to be real, small hedges decorated with beautiful flowers, with a wine stand not too far from the hedges. From first impressions alone, Zohakuten was actually impressed and thinks he was going to have a good time. Soon, they were again approached by a waiter, but unlike the others, she was dressed a bit more formally. Y/N would gasp softly at realising that it was her friend who had approached her and Zohakuten knew it too from her physical age build (the same as them).

"Good evening, I will be dining you tonight on this fine evening. Here are your menus with our finest meals. Please take your time to order." And with that she turned around and left, swiftly eyeing and smirking at Y/N in the process which Zohakuten didn't miss. Once she was gone completely, he looked at Y/N before speaking. "Your friend is... something." Though he meant that in a positive way. "She wants nothing to go wrong so she's doing it herself." "A smart move on her part." He remarked, appreciating her friend's diligence. "I do hope there are meals more befitting for my stomach and-" He stopped speaking when he noticed that his menu indeed had not a trace of human food or drinks. All of what he saw were human and animal flesh alike with blood and even blood from different species. "From the looks of your face, I can tell she had been working quite hard to make this perfect." The girl chuckles before looking down at her menu. "And I say the results were certainly worth the effort." He responds before putting down the menu, having already made up his mind with what he wants. "Clearly." She too puts down her menu, having decided what she wants as well. "So... I hope-" "Yes, I am having a great time. Thank you for asking." He cut her off, immediately looking up at her with a less scornful expression. "... Everything is better with you." He mumbles quietly though never breaking eye contact. "I can tell..." Just then, her friend returns to take the pair's orders which again ends with her winking at Y/N and silently teasing her (which again, is not something Zohakuten missed). As their meals were being prepared, Zohakuten and Y/N had a pleasant conversation not relating to anything really as they hopped from topic to topic. Once their meals returned, they politely expressed their gratitude (surprising considering it's Zohakuten) before they began eating, with Zohakuten having a wine glass filled blood and Y/N simple wine. They both ate in silence, occasionally speaking and laughing, while enjoying their time. The place was rather noisy, though not too much, but quickly quieted down at the music that began playing on stage. Zohakuten obviously was unaware of the western style of music, seeing as he never indulged on human activities. Y/N however, was not unaware and immediately recognised the song by the melody alone.

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"A song like this is something to dance to, dear." Y/N remarks as she continued to eat her nearly finished food. Zohakuten on the other hand, who had already finished, scoffed and looked to the side. "I am not dancing." The mere thought of it had left the demon boy rather embarrassed. Why would he ever indulge om such a human activity? He's only here on a date! Not a dance party of some sort... When she finished, she got up and adjusted her clothes before holding out a hand for him to grab. "Come on." He refused. There was no way he would go dance! The mere idea is very stupid! But Y/N didn't listen.

"Over and over I keep going over the world we knew! Once when you walked beside me."

She simply dragged him up to his feet and led him to a more secluded area with just the right setting. "Follow my lead..." With one hand at his shoulder and the other holding his hand, his free hand on her waist, she begins to gently sway with him from side-to-side. He unfortunately has no choice but to go along with it, though somehow, it didn't seem as bad. It was pleasant...

"That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew. When we too were in love."

Yes, it was... He got to appreciate the beauty he has the privilege of calling his lover in such a calming way. Dancing under the moonlight as if this were some love story between inseparable lovers. Her eyes, her lips, her nose... Her face. Everything was perfect in his eyes. Maybe this dance wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"And every bright neon sign turned into stars. And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours!"

And they continued to dance along to the song. Zohakuten was actually smiling, his expression softer than it ever was as he danced with his lover, swaying gently to the melody of the song. This was his perfect scenario and he didn't even know it. When the song reached it's climax and they slowly came to a stop, he was more than shocked to feel something other than scorn. This boy was so in love that he didn't realise it. "I'd like to give you something..." He says, pulling out a neatly wrapped box and handing it to her. To her surprise, it was a heart, though she it didn't take long for her to guess who's heart that was. "Oh, Zoha..." Y/N chuckled softly before simply devouring the heart right then and there. He couldn't help but laugh at the rather gruesome yet comical display. The pair stayed for dessert and enjoyed the entertainment, until eventually, they left for home.

Eventually, when they arrived, they were surprised to see they had company. Well, Zohakuten was rather surprised to see she had company especially when she was suddenly tackled by a girl he had never met and was talking to his dear as if she were hers. He hated that. Turns out, she was just here to give a gift for new years, even though it was incredibly late. The ladies didn't chat long and soon, the other woman left for her own home. Meanwhile, Zohakuten was seething at what he had just witnessed, though remained composed and simply walked up the stairway up to the entrance towards the mansion. He sighed in relief once they were both inside the dark residence with Hachi awaiting them at the lobby. "Master, Mistress." They both greeted him, before Y/N dismissed him and continued on to the balcony upstairs. Hachi however, had observed Zohakuten's jealousy and couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself, knowing that he would get teased for it by his mistress. Once they reached the balcony she unsurprisingly immediately started. "You're jealous..." Zohakuten of course denied it, simply stating that he doesn't appreciate having people close to his dear. "I'm not. I just don't appreciate seeing other people so close to you." The demon boy mumbles while crossing his arms, though even he knew he was lying through his teeth with that reply. The girl chuckled and came up came up to him, gently leaning on his shoulder as she looked out towards the beautiful moon. "You are so jealous." He always makes his jealousy so obvious with his sour mood anyways and she knew that. Zohakuten meanwhile, was already explaining that he's not jealous, angrily (and flusteredly) saying that he just doesn't like unexpected visits and so on. She simply shut up him up with a sudden click that reached both their ears. He was surprised to suddely hear the same song that played at their date and even more so when she approached him and gently began to sway with him again.

"Just admit that you're jealous."

"... Fine... I am."

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"Tsk... Shut up."

He hated the fact that he just admitted to her that he was in fact jealous, but that in turn finally got him the time with just himself and Y/N he so wished for. And perhaps he did like dancing and was just too embarrassed to admit it. That seems to be the case as he gently goes along with her as if they were at some ball with just each other, twirling away at the music under the moonlight.

"Now over and over I keep going over the world we knew! Days when you used to love me...!"

A/N

I feel like a fumbled at the end, but I was running out of ideas. Anyways, enjoy the music that suddenly gave me this idea and really fits this situation.

P.s: there is a Frank Sinatra song that gave me a really evil idea so be aware 😈 + I made a reference to two specific characters of kny, can you guess who they are? 😉

#demon slayer #fanfic #f!reader #x reader #hantengu clones #hantengu clones x reader #zohakuten x reader #zohakuten #upper moon 4 #kny x reader #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #yandere

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rubye402 · 4 months

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Happy Holidays to everyone! Huge shout out to @portal-secret-santa as always for being EXTREMELY patient with me as I fail to get my prompts again this year (We figured out WHY and shouldn't have problems anymore, but WOW it took a bit to figure it out.)

Anyways. My person is @radioproto ! A fellow Wheatley enjoyer! Sorry if this is too non specific, I looked through the blog but still had NO idea what to do aside from just an X Reader. I mean, I did include Fact just so you technically had both in one present...? So hopefully a present for you and the rest of the fellow Wheat kissers is good enough!

Also, here's an AO3 version!

Mistletoe Mayhap (Wheatley X GN!Reader)

Note: Does NOT include "Y/N" or talking for Reader, with minimal responses or descriptions for the sake of immersion.

Word Count: 1,213

“Sorry- You want to hang up a MISSILE?” Wheatley gawked. Well, as much as a core could, anyways. Fact sighed, optics pinching shut with a small clink of metal.

“MistleTOE, Wheatley. The plant?” He opened the lower plate, barely looking up to meet the blue optic of the fellow core.

“Plant? Mate, we have an entire tree! Threw lights and small little trinkets all over its branches, PLUS that star thing on top. Spacey was EXTREMELY excited on that one. WOULD NOT stop talking about it so I'm FAIRLY certain-” Wheatley paused when he heard one of the claws the cores were using to decorate picking up something, and Fact held up a plant book of some kind, page turned to a small bushel of plants. Two words stood out in the center of the page, indicating what the said plants were. "Holly" and "Mistletoe."

“These.” Fact spoke up.

“Ah.” Wheatley squinted, trying to stretch his optic slightly to see. He read the description of Mistletoe. “OK… "Scientifically called" blah blah blah… "More commonly called Mistletoe… Poisonous plant when consumed," that's grim for… "A holiday staple?" Really? "Traditionally hung up from the ceiling, and when two people are under it…"” Wheatley suddenly wheeled back on his railing, immediately feeling like his processor was heating up, and his fans whirred to life to cool him down.

“I figured you would like an excuse.” Fact set the book back and closed it as he just rolled his eye.

“An excuse for wot?”

“Kissing a certain test subject. You know who.” Fact looked over at Wheatley as he said that. The fans kicked up another notch. “I figured that if you weren't going to say something, out of whatever fears you have, that it would give you an excuse if they didn't reciprocate. Play it off as just a traditional thing and cut your losses.”

“Wh- Hey! Do you SERIOUSLY think they're going to reject me?!” Wheatley defended. Then thought about it a moment longer, handles faltering as he clarified. “...Would they actually, you think?”

“I never said that.” Fact glanced over as he grabbed a plant, assumedly the one in question, and handed it over to Wheatley. Doing so in an underhanded motion just so he didn't hold it above him and Wheatley. “I'm entirely neutral to whether or not you two work out, I was merely offering a way for you to try to find out if they DO like you, that gives you an easy out if they DON'T.”

“...Huh.” Was all Wheatley could muster. He looked at the plant… Then slid off on his railing to find somewhere to hang it.

It wasn't a big party. It was only two other cores, the two testing robots, GLaDOS, the companion cube as a VIP, and both Fact and Wheatley. Oh, but mostly some turrets facing away from the door and "talking" amongst themselves, and someone thankfully had the foresight to mark out where they'd not only be put, but where their eyesight ended. That was for the last guest.

A certain test subject that had to equally watch their steps around the turrets, much like P-Body and Atlas, who were currently dancing to the holiday tunes newly coded into the radio, curtsy of GLaDOS, much like the fruitcake on the table. It was just a fake decoration since nobody could eat, but it was decoration for any other human Christmas party too, so it was fine.

Wheatley watched as they entered from his corner of the room. It was one end of the table that had the fake fruitcake, that wasn't near any of the turrets, GLaDOS was on the other end, and most importantly, had the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling above him. He just flexed his handle up and down as he nervously waited for them. Mercifully, it didn't take long for them to walk over to talk to him.

“Oh-Oh! Ello! Happy holidays, luv.” Wheatley's smile was obvious through his voice as he spoke. They regarded him with a grin and nod. “So uh, this might take you for a shock, you'll wanna hear this. Me and Fact over there, yeah? Pink optic guy? Decorated this whole space! By ourselves. Managed to set everything up! Well uh, not the fruitcake though. SHE did that one, not sure why though THAT'S decoration...” The test subject still looked around the room and did some small claps for him. “Hm-? Oh! Thank you! Glad you seem to like it then. That 's all… Accurate and things. Being honest, cards on the table, Fact definitely manages to gather up how to decorate this place properly like humans very well. Nicely done, all in a good day's work on his part. And-And myself of course. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I DO want to give myself SOME credit, y'know?”

Then they glanced up, spotting the plant. Here it goes…

“What's uh- What's that you spot?” Wheatley looked up, feigning surprise as best he could. “Ooooohhh… Look at that! That's that mistletoe thing, yeah? Isn't that rather-”

“...Wheatley, that's Holly.” Fact piped up, rolling over to them.

“Wot?” Wheatley turned to him.

“Holly has the pointed leaves and red berries. MISTLETOE has smooth leaves and white berries.”

“...Ah. I- hm. I seem to have gotten my plants mixed up.” He glanced over at the tester muffling a laugh. “Not! Y'know ENTIRELY my fault. I read up on this FAIRLY well, and in everything I saw they seemed PRET-TY sure the thing was spiky and-and RED. Very BRIGHT shade of red, might I add.”

“Fact: That is a bold face lie-”

“And here's a fact: YOU handed that plant to me.” He growled out.

“I thought the ONE BOOK I showed you said it was Holly.”

“There were TWO ENTRIES in the middle! How was I supposed to know which one was what?!”

“It DESCRIBED what the plant looked like!”

“Well! That's…! Good to know!” Wheatley huffed. Fact just groaned and rolled away.

“...So uh. Egg on my face, I guess. Yeah… Yeah I hung it up. Caught red handed, so to speak. Red handled, for me and my case I guess?” Wheatley dryly laughed, fans whirring more obviously as he lowered his railing down to them. “I uh… I guess what I was trying to do is… Not exactly a secret anymore. I uh, wouldn't exactly BLAME you if-if you don't want to. Especially seeing as it's not ACTUALLY mistletoe- Ah!”

Wheatley paused as the bottom panel of his optic got a kiss pressed up against it.

Oh. Oh they were anyways.

Wheatley took care that he actually stayed quiet. Kisses meant no talking, right? So he just, gently shut his eye, pressing his optic into it, to reciprocate as best he could.

When it ended, he felt the world around him almost melting away as he just focused on them.

“Oh WOW. So uh. So that's a kiss. Yeah, I can see why humans like it so much, feels nice, makes you all warm. In a good way. VERY very good way. Not complaining one bit about that. In fact uh. Could I have another?”

With their nod, Wheatley shut his eye, and felt a now familiar press into said optic.

#feel free to message me if I can do anything to make it up to you #wheatley #portal 2 #portal secret santa #wheatley x reader #core!wheatley

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xfancyuu · 1 year

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~ say my name, call upon my name. [cregan stark]

first time writing for cregan (my beloved). reader is afab with she/her pronouns, no appearance indicators as per. this is perhaps less e2l and more misunderstanding exacerbated, it's also an idea i had on tiktok and i wrote this within 30 mins so if there are any mistakes i apologise. my requests are OPEN please send away!

If Cregan were to describe you in one word, it would be infuriating. You were almost always in the same place he was, watching on with judgemental eyes and an expression which very rarely changed. He could not stand you and your mispronunciations, your confusion seemed real, though it could have easily been an act with the way he knew you observed those around you. Yet nobody else could see through your facade except him.

"Hello, Cregan." You had spoken upon seeing him, mispronouncing his name as you typically did — not that he'd bother to correct you, he had assumed you were doing it on purpose to get under his skin.

He'd ignored you, choosing to pretend you weren't in the room with him, he was sure you knew his negative feelings towards you, it was hard not to, you were the only one he behaved this way to. He was lovely to your siblings, but the moment it came to being within your presence, it was as though he changed entirely. He hoped you would get the hint if he continually ignored you, yet it appeared as though you were oblivious as ever.

"I'm actually quite shocked to see you here." You continued, the here being the library you had spent most of your time occupying.

Social cues weren't your strong point, and you hadn't realised Cregan had taken so unkindly to the words you'd spoken as his glare followed your movement — turning the page of the book.

The continued silence wasn't new to you, Cregan was quiet, or at least he was around you. He barely spoke, and you quite enjoyed it, but to him, you were an annoyance, somebody who he found inescapable.

"Do you come here often, Cregan?" Again, you had mispronounced his name. Cregan had thought it was an accident when he had first met you, but your continued mispronunciations had indicated that it was in fact purposeful.

"Are you trying to get a rise out of me?" Cregan had asked. You hadn't expected his response, looking up from your book with wide eyes and a shocked expression.

"What exactly are you accusing me of doing?" You had stood up from the bench you had occupied, your open book left on the table, you hadn't known what you'd done, but you predicted you'd probably have to tell your siblings about the incident, and they'd shame you.

"You act as though you don't know too, that's even worse." He was stepping closer to you, the grip you had on the table had strengthened, though you wouldn't outwardly show the fear you had felt being put in such a position.

"Because you don't speak, you've never told me what exactly I've done." You were getting angry now, though you couldn't show it, games like the one Cregan was playing with you.

"You should know, y/n."

"Or perhaps you should tell me, I cannot read your mind." Your voice was raised at this point, though you weren't prepared for his next actions, not noticing how close the two of you truly were.

The built-up frustration had overtook Cregan, with your denying of your own actions and his need to shut you up, one hand had tilted your chin upwards and forcefully placed his lips on your own. It wasn't romantic in the slightest, and had taken you off guard. Not once would the idea of the wolf of the north kissing you entered your mind. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to push him away, basking in the attention of a man who you were sure did not know of your existence or even think about you, despite you being on his mind constantly.

He'd been the one to pull away, your thoughts were consuming you though you hadn't expected to find out what was troubling Cregan so deeply.

"My name is Cregan." That was the moment you realised exactly what you'd done to irritate the man so much.

"You could have told me I was pronouncing your name wrong, you've made me look as though I'm a careless idiot."

"That's not exactly hard, is it?" You'd happily take Cregan like this, then the grumpy man that looked at you with such hatred in his eyes. You couldn't tell how he looked at you now, but it certainly was not with hatred.

i actually really enjoyed writing this! @targbarbie has to put up with my unhinged fic idea thoughts on tiktok. i hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it, it's not proof read properly so if you see any mistakes pls be kind to me! crossposted on ao3 under the name hedonism.

#cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #cregan x reader #cregan x you #cregan x y/n #cregan stark imagine #e2l but not really #asoiaf imagine #asoiaf x reader #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #picture whomever you want as cregan but just know i have ONE man in my head #cregans in his hating era it needs to STOP #listen to say my name by ateez for clear skin

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ouatsnark · 1 year

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A list of Regina being a self-righteous, self-centered, bully

Thinking about only her pain

Dismissing Emma about fearing for Henry in NL (S3)

Being flippant about Snow losing Emma & never once acknowledging her role in it but only her own pain of losing Henry (S3)

Dismissing Emma’s struggle as Dark Swan & acting like she knows more about what's it like to be consumed by evil when she has never been consumed (5x23)

Acting like she's the only one to ever lose love (S5, Robin stabbing)

Never once thinking of Roland when Robin died or when "Marian" returned

Never once thinking of Robin when he died only of her pain

Never once thinking of Emma when Hook died - all she could do is belittle Emma over trying to save him because it effected her yet she did the same thing with Robin & even Daniel!

Putting herself before others

When "Marian" returned, she never once thought about Roland & instead plotted to have her killed so she could have Robin (the only reason she didn't is because, by her admission, they'd have known it was her)

Locking Henry out of his house (4x02)

Letting the Charmings sacrifice themselves for her (s6)

Wanted her HEA at the expense of others & endangered Henry to get it & also ignored the danger Emma was in to find it (s4 over rewriting the book)

Emotionally blackmailing Emma into saving Robin for herself, not for him, & not caring it could send Emma into darkness

Thinking she knows better or is better than others

Henry’s best chance during the Shattered Sight curse (s4)

Ignoring Emma's concerns about Henry (Pan-S3)

Giving Robyn the spell book (S7)

Ignoring everyone’s concerns about Zelena & Hades because she decided it was OK

Ignoring Pan's instructions and Emma & Hook's insistence they play by the rules (S3-map)

Throws people’s deeds back in their face without acknowledging her own guilt

Making Emma feel bad about Henry's tear all because she is jealous she doesn't know Henry as well as Emma & ignoring how much she hurt Henry (S5 finale)

How she treated Snow over Cora in S3 when in S2 she and Cora were trying to kill everyone & she killed Snow's father

Throwing it back in Killian's face that he didn't save her from Greg when she fails to mention she tried to murder him or her role in Greg's life and why Greg was there

Insults Charming's parenting skills over putting infant Emma into the tree (something he had to do because Regina was trying to kill her) while ignoring the emotional trauma she's put Henry through.

This is a small list but not a complete list of:

#anti regina mills

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cometcon · 7 months

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I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. It's consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I love their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the show so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest.

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory.

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway.

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine.

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent."

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?"

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep.

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest.

"Why are you in here? Get out."

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed the wall in my room yet. It's cold."

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!"

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave.

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike.

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning.

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

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mnemonicpneumaticknife · 1 year

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I've had some thoughts about The Dragon Prince, specifically about dark magic and its origins.

Originally I planned on going through it again (again) to look more closely at each use of dark magic, but that didn't happen. I'll probably watch S1-4 again when S5 comes out.

So first, we don't really get told what dark magic is, just what it does (magic, corrupts people that use it) and where the power comes from (living things).

I have a theory that it wasn't always a corrupting, life sucking force. And also that Aaravos was imprisoned with dark magic.

We're told Aaravos had mastered all the primal magics. We see humans (mostly Callum) use primal magic from other sources, such as primal stones or certain gemstones. So even among mages with access to one primal source, they've had ways to access other forms of magic for a long time. You'd think there would be a way to combine them... but there isn't. Not one anyone but dark mages use.

We haven't seen the dark magic nexus, if such a thing exists. I think it does, and, like the sun nexus, it's been corrupted by Aaravos. That he was able to corrupt the sun nexus so easily suggests he's already familiar with corrupting a nexus.

So my thoughts are, that dark magic wasn't always about sucking the life out of things. That it was once used to combine different forms of magic (and still is). Consuming another living being isn't necessarily bad. Some of the magical things we see are plants. Some of the dark magic reagents we see don't necessarily have to come from a creature that's been killed (or killed just for magic). Taking more than the land can sustain is a choice. However, the level of corruption a dark mage experiences doesn't seem to correlate to where the magic came from.

The corruption seems most evident when a dark mage is doing something they're not familiar with or when deeply emotionally invested in what they're doing. Callum doesn't know what he's doing and is attempting to do the right thing when he does one dark magic, and it puts him in a coma while leaving lasting corruption. The visible progression of Claudia's corruption happens when she's trying to heal/resurrect her family members. We see Viren's corruption become visible when he exerts himself. I'm only familiar with the show, but the wiki says the reason (from the novelization) Lissa and Viren split up is she resented and feared Viren after he used dark magic to heal Soren. Seems like something pretty bad would have to happen to make her feel that way if it saved her son's life.

Then, when Aaravos uses Callum like a puppet, he knows all of Callum's deepest insecurities and how to manipulate him. If Aaravos is the source of the corruption, it would make sense that the more invested someone is in what they're using dark magic for, they'd give Aaravos more insight into their mind (and thus more corruption).

That brings me to the sun nexus, and why Aaravos corrupted it. While it did advance Viren's goals, I think that was secondary. Aaravos was very pleased with himself, and he knew the sun nexus was how corruption was purged from mages.

Now, eliminating a way (or the only way) to purge corruption would be very helpful to Aaravos but I think it goes beyond that. I think the sun nexus was an important part of how he was imprisoned in the first place. Specifically, it was the thing that kept him from getting out.

The level of secrecy taken about Aaravos's prison seems unnecessary. Especially when they had the key and could have disposed of it. Unless the people imprisoning him had good reason to hide the prison from themselves. For example, if they had to combine magics, and the only way to do that was dark magic.

If everyone (or just some/one person) involved in imprisoning Aaravos had to be corrupted, either as part of the ritual or to lure Aaravos into a false sense of security, then it makes sense they would take every precaution to avoid him learning how to escape before they could go to the sun nexus and be purged of corruption.

That would explain why not only does no one know where Aaravos's prison is, the key was also just sitting around in a box and not, say, destroyed or, if that's not possible, buried under a magma flow. Nobody knew, because if anyone knew, Aaravos would know. Centuries later, there's just a bunch of rumours. Even the key itself seems like an unimportant trinket (to Rayla). (King Harrow might have known more than he said in his letter to Callum. It's not like he'd have spelled it out if there was a chance of Viren getting ahold of the letter)

This also means if/when he escapes, he can't be imprisoned again the same way, not until a new uncorrupted sun nexus matures. Even if every precaution is taken (again) he'll know enough and have enough corrupted people to get out long before corruption can be removed.

#the dragon prince #TDP #tdp theory #tdp s4

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freak-phone · 9 months

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heyyy questions for opal :) 2, 14, 30, B!

Wow did you know that if you ctrl-z in tumblr's new text editor it will delete everything you've been typing and not put it back. I HAD... SEVERAL PARAGRAPH ANSWERS THAT I HAD TO REDO. TRYING TO BE SERENE ABOUT THIS. anyways ty these were really fun especially B, i dont think i've talked this much about my oc making process before! answers below

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

HMM. I think surprisingly kind of hard! not that he's too serious for it, I think that opal just doesn't get jokes very easily, and has a hard time telling when people are joking. but the 'if you have to explain the joke it isn't funny' rule totally doesn't apply to him, if a joke goes over his head he WILL laugh after you explain it to him.

if i had to think of something that would for sure make them laugh... i feel like visual stuff gets him for sure, i think they'd really love those little dogs on social media with the fucked up haircuts.

they'd laugh so hard they'd pass out at this thing

14- What animal do they fear most?

probably just any large dangerous animal. he has a sort of scared prey animal quality about him... i think he has 'being chased by a jaguar/tiger/bear/shark' dreams a lot. but it's really just anything they think could eat them and or rip them apart physically, common phobia animals that are more just 'creepy' like snakes or bugs are no problem.

30 - Who do they most regret meeting?

HMMM. interesting to answer because the campaign opal was in has been concluded for a while and I feel like he's resolved most of his personal issues with people. also, he's not very good at holding grudges really lol

there were some characters that were making his life harder for reasons he, at the time, did not have the full scope of understanding. opal viewed his involvement with them as his own fault (impulsively went in on crazy expensive body mod surgeries, ended up in debt to a kinda-evil rich guy & regularly being harrassed by someone sent to collect) so he definitely regretted it. but, again, things turned out to be a lot more complicated!

honestly upon finding out he was involved in some huge-scale universe at stake stuff after all, rather than being upset he was mostly just like oh i don't owe that guy thousands of dollars fr? Sweet (instantly forgets about all of it)

B- What inspired you to create them?

most of the campaigns i am or have been in have a particular time period they're set in, so that's usually where my dnd character concepts start! with opal's we were prompted to choose a distinct era/universe of our choosing for our player characters, since they'd all be from different worlds. i definitely had retro futurism on the brain for opal, specifically 80s to y2k era...

he's a character that came to me in aesthetic and design first i think. more than the more shiny glam looks that come to mind in y2k futurism and modern stuff that replicates it, i really wanted that sort of... sterile, uniform-y, limited color palette look. lots of beige and white and grey, functionality-first and technical-made-fashionable. his outfit is just the company-assigned uniform he wears to his manual labor and service jobs, but it still has that cute stylish spin to it!

a specific example i referenced would be these looks from Michiko Koshino F/W 1996. graphic and fashionable while still evoking the functionality and simplicity of a uniform or other more practical wear.

the future opal is in is really the future as it exists in a dated, speculative vision from the 80s to early 2000s. not quite as fantastical as a lot of space-age futurism, because it's from an era where 'futuristic technologies' were really beginning to be made on a consumer scale and put to use in day to day life... so it's a bit more cynical and fearful and dystopian, because the practical applications & the consequences of futuristic advancements were a bit easier to consider.

opal's world has the bleak nightmarish feeling of i have no mouth and i must scream & even to more overtly comedic degrees as like, black mirror lol... but it's still kind of silly and impractical and campy. as much as he exists as a working class individual in a hyper capitalist hellworld, those 'zenon girl of the future' disney movies are a big ingredient to him as well! as miserable as his life gets he isn't meant to be a sad character. he's not mopey. he gets dressed up in silly little outfits and has a silly little laser gun.

Wow did you know 2001 a space oddysey and barbarella came out the same year? it's that sort of dichotomy of scifi vibe.

uhhh also i'd just played a confident mean boy (kalibri) and thought a spineless scared guy would be fun to try next

#asks #triptrippy #opal

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hi this is a bit of a personal ask about career choices .

( please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable ) ,, but i noticed from your posts that you are a lawyer and have been to law school .

I was considering the same but later opted out cause I feared I may not have time to properly cultivate my passion of things outside of an occupation like writing ( i have won a few awards and intend to publish my works) or theatre and performing.

But is it really true that you will not have time for things outside of a law career, if one were to pursue a career in it ? or is it all a prejudicial stereotype placed against law careers ?

I considered law due to impact, I could have on peoples lives but i for the life of me struggle to keep up demands of the career,, i hate reading the morning paper.

any advice on this would be super helpful <3333

There are lots of fields and work environments within law, some of which are more flexible than others. Most lawyers I know also love writing and have some creative hobbies, I'd even argue it's crucial for self care. But whether you have time to pursue other interests depends on your field and where you work (law firm, in-house, consulting, etc.), and law school may be difficult to balance at first (it gets substantially easier after the first year).

I'm very career focused and I'm energized by my career, so I work at a fairly fast-paced international tech and video game law firm where I have substantive responsibilities and opportunities to work on challenging matters that interest me. I keep odd hours and don't have a lot of time that isn't dedicated to professional development in some capacity. But that's also how I prefer it, so I chose the fields and environments that would allow me to immerse myself in my career.

I have several friends who do not work more than 9-5 because they have other pursuits to which they'd rather dedicate their time and energy. For some, they're still passionate about their fields, but they don't want to be consumed by them. For others, law is something they do so that they have the security to do other things.

There is an expectation in law school and among lawyers that law is consuming and you won't or shouldn't have time for other things. Many lawyers struggle with boundaries and look down on other lawyers who have boundaries. But as in all things, you have to decide for yourself what you want and need and then pursue that regardless of what others think or say. I did law school differently than most of my peers, and some were incredulous— until it worked out for me.

This is true regardless of any field or career you're in. People project their expectations on you, but you have to make your own choices.

My recommendation if you're considering law school is to flesh out why you want to pursue law and then to make the cost-benefit analysis from there. It's difficult, demanding, and very expensive, so I recommend ensuring you really want it before committing the time and money (or debt, in my case). Otherwise, it's easy to burn out or make yourself miserable.

However, to cut to your concerns, you have more choices in how you manage your time and curate your law career than even most lawyers realize. You just need to pursue the career balance you want and protect your peace in the meantime.

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elpida · 1 year

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Closed starter for @secretscost

It'd been a busy day for Eden, and it was about time she usually closed up after the small rush of people coming by after they'd finish work. She had a helper, a college student that'd come in one day with a cv and a polite attitude and she took a bit of a shine to them. "Joey, here take these, for your little sister, strawberry is her favourite right? I'll close up, only half hour left and you worked hard today." She was a nice boss, kind hearted even when she was stressed but once Joey had gone she turned, tilted her head heaven bound and sighed. Everyone needed to take a moment to breath, it just seemed to forgot to do that for herself frequently. Eden had forgotten all about Xander and the fact he was still here, it's why she runs her hands across her face and through her hair. Raven hair that brushed her shoulders, pale flesh that looked like she'd been blessed by the moonlight and the most soothing green eyes, doorways into spring meadows on warm days. Eden was beautiful, she was also under a lot of pressure and in that moment that she forgot about his presence, it showed.

"Get it together Eden." she mumbled at herself with her thumb and first finger rubbing over her eyelids. Only when she flopped her arm down did she realise Xander was sat there and nearly jumped out of her skin. "Oh my god I'm so sorry— I talk to myself all the time when I think I'm on my own in here I umm.. sorry." Instantly she was fretting, couldn't have anyone see the cracks in her kindness, never let someone see that she wasn't fine. Nothing was fine. She had fear of god in her, this idea that the brutish men would show up again wanting more money from her. It's why she sent her help home early, she'd never want the younger to get dragged into this mess. It was so much easier to fall into trouble like this, than people might think.

"Just having 'one of those days' you know?" One of those days where what? Where she felt the stress consuming her? Where depression was clawing at her, trying to pull her under? Where she missed her brothers reassuring words more than anything? It was all of that and more today. "I've seen you in here a few times now, and you know something? I haven't ever asked your name." She hadn't, but she'd been more than welcoming, she'd slid him a sly cake on the side once of twice with a smile that would warm a winters day. "My name's Eden. Do you like tea? I really feel like a cup of tea." it might help her calm down too, relax. "Biscuit?" she questions before whipping into the back. "I made shortbread earlier, trying to perfect it so, you can judge it!"

#eden interactions #closed starter #eden&xander #hope this is okay!! <3

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the-blue-sandglass · 8 months

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So my Tales from Earthsea thoughts are back again as I do quite enjoy this movie but-

I have my own grievances with how they handled certain things from the books (cough whitewashing cough) but the thing is, I feel they would have been a lot better off if they'd just kept to their own coherent plot even if that meant diverging a lot as opposed to trying to Frankenstein so much shit from different books together-

Spoilers ahead for the movie if you've not seen it by the way, and trigger warning for mentions of m//der with parts of the plot-

But I feel one of the bigger issues is that with the shift towards Arren and his personal shit, we never actually get much explanation as to what provoked a lot of his ways of thinking throughout the film or why the fuck his shadow came into being beyond his anxieties and fears overwhelming/consuming him and like...okay, that's fine as an explanation for how the shadow came into existence, but what specifically prompted that? Where did his fears specifically come from? What is the 'living in fear' that he mentions being so tired of?

I mean, he's supposed to be royalty yet that trait feels completely incidental to the plot, like if you cut that part out it would have zero bearing or impact on the events of the narrative. What bothers me is that him being royalty could have been used to good effect to account for this new troubled aspect of him!

Like imagine if they took some time to go into at least a little bit of what his life as royalty was like; he could very well have dealt with assassinations, potential kidnappings, political bullshit and backstabbing as the heir to his kingdom in the past, and even that being mentioned could have gone a way to explain where this desire to avoid/flee from what terrifies him so much could have stemmed from. More aptly, what was his relationship with his father like?

I know in the film he says that his father was a good man and didn't do anything bad to him, but I do think they could have expanded on that; his father could still be a good man, but that doesn't necessarily mean he was the best parent - he was a king after all and I don't imagine they would have had a lot of private/personal time, or at least not what Arren might have needed as pressure mounted on him.

In general, him purposefully murdering him just adds a lot of problems story-wise in my opinion. Arren's whole behaviour throughout most of the rest of the movie struck me as avoidance, attempting to escape his problems/fears in any way he can find - whether that be through him being tempted to accept Hazia, the eternal life Cob seemingly offers to help him get or just by accepting death - so why the fuck would he purposefully kill someone that important when all it would do was bring more trouble onto him, more problems to run/avoid?

I feel even going for something like...maybe Arren purposefully trying to split himself up so he can be rid of the heroic side of him that he blames for his problems, as that side would likely contain the dutiful, noble side that keeps him bearing a crown with a weight he struggles to handle - i.e messing about with powers he shouldn't be as a mirror to Cob for example, or to Sparrowhawk in the books arguably - and then being caught in the act, prompting him to panic and instinctively gut the person thinking they're going to hurt him only to realise it was his own father would have potentially worked more. It would still give him a reason to flee, since not only has he fucked around and found out but he's also killed both the king and someone who seemed to be very dear to him, and it still allows the parallel later with Sparrowhawk, except this time he isn't wounded.

Obviously, these are just ideas off the top of my head - but I do really feel that having a more focused narrative or going all the way with leaning into the shift of things between characters wouldn't have been amiss.

#tales from earthsea #tales from earthsea arren #tales from earthsea discussion #shitpost turned writing based post #this was just me trying to give context to a dumb meme i made afhrgbthbgt

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creativebaby · 2 years

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This but make it recovering

And we're a system, I'm the host, nice to meet you!

1. Your stats

Age: 18 y/o

Current Weight: 59.5 kg

Old GW: 50 kg

New Goal: recovering, building a healthy relationship with food, getting back to the weight we started at

2. How tall are you, do you like your height?

173.5 cm, almost 6ft

It's a nice height to be at, especially as a nonbinary/genderfluid person, I do like it

3. A picture of your thinspiration. What features do you like about this person?

We used to look at a lot of thinspo, especially when we suffered from this the most. Our old host was obsessed with loosing weight, their favourite were youtube food-diaries. They liked the control, the calm these people had, the motivation and commitment

I won't put pictures, links or names, as to avoid triggers

4. Your greatest fear about weight loss

My (specifically MY) greatest fear about loosing weight is, how fragile and breakable you become.

5. Why do you really want to loose weight? Are you doing it for you?

We developed this ED because of dysphoria, dysmorphia, phantom pains and phantom limbs, and because we feel like we shouldn't be an adult yet

6. Do you binge? If so, explain why you think you do

While we were severely disordered, we'd binge often when other parts would front, because they felt how hungry we were and how bad we were doing physically and mentally

Now we binge, because we are still working on a better relationship with the food we consume

7. Do your parents know you are trying to loose weight? Do they care?

They never knew, we got our disordered ideas to a big part from the bodies mother, who struggles with her own weight a lot. A lot of things we also learnt on the internet. Neither of them noticed us weighting food, restricting, binging, purging, the sudden interest in sports, counting calories, etc, etc. They most likely would pretend to care for a week and then brush it under the rug

8. Your workout routine

We used to bike a lot, walk the way back home from the train station (about 3km), but other than that we never really had the motivation to do a lot

9. Did people ever make comments about your weight in a megative way?

That started very early, and never subsided, no matter how much or little we weight

10. What was the hardest thing you gave up during this weight loss

Candies, our old host had a huge sweet tooth. They also gave away their bodily autonomy to another member of the system during that time.

11. Your favourite thinspo blog and why

Someone on Youtube, who they used to watch consistently as a reminder to keep loosing weight and to "be in control". The videos were incredibly aesthetic and relatable

12. What do you normally eat?

We used to eat "omlette" (an egg with 10ml of milk to add some mass) and low-cal Ramen with just the tiniest bit of soy sauce for some sort of flavour

Nowadays I enjoy Burgers a lot, and in general vegetarian and vegan food over meat!

13. Are you loosing weight in a healthy or unhealthy way?

Very unhealthy, our calories intake for the longest time was 400-800 a day, spare binges

14. What's your UGW? When do you expect to reach it?

It used to be 45-50 kg, we never had a set date for it. It was just a thing our old host so desperatly wanted, so they'd be small again

15. Are you Vegan or Vegetarian? If so, has this helped you loose weight? If not, would you ever consider turning Vegan or Vegetarian?

Neither, but we'd like to eventually be Vegan, even though we don't aim to loose weight anymore!

16. When did you first decide to loose weight?

Probably at age 12, when we started to get bullied a lot, though the comments on our body dtarted way before that

17. Do you have an eating disorder?

We're fighting it, but yes.

18. What food is your weakness?

"Weakness" is the wrong word. Something I can always eat, is cheese!

19. When is the last time you ate fast food?

I'm holding a Mozarella Stick right now ;D

20. Favourite Diet

I am not sure if this counts, but in Pro-Ana spaces you'll find "xxx- diet", for example "purple diet", "hello kitty diet", etc etc, and our favourite was the "Kuromi Diet". These "Diet Plans" are usually way under 1000 calories/day, last between 5-10 days and have some sort of challenge in them, like "Drink 8 liters of water", "Walk a million steps" (exaggerated)

21. What are your clothing sizes?

XS-S, aka a 0-1, or 36-38. Though, we prefer XL

22. What was your lowest weight? How and why did you gain?

Our lowest weight was 52 kg. We had a very unexpected host switch (from the old one to me), and I am strictly against disordered eating.

23. Did the media play a role in your wanting to loose weight?

Very probable

24. How do you feel about the terms "pro ana/pro mia"?

Disgusting~

25. Have you ever purged? If you have, describe your first experience

Yeah! I have haha it was awful -^- I absolutely died with acid reflex and stuff oof... For like days after, n I only did it like three times bc I hate the way puking feels ik I'm weak :/

26. What excites you most about reaching your UGW?

I could be small again!!!! (*^*)

27. How do you deal with being around food?

I don't like it, we usually switch! :/ I can't stand it

It's ok haha we help each other and in general a lot of us are pretty ok with it

28. Do you want that gap between your legs? Why?

I doooo it's so much prettier! And then the skin won't stick together and sweat it's so gross!! >~<

29. Your definition of beauty

Beauty is happiness. Someone who is happy, automatically is beautiful. But there's also a darker shade of beauty, in grief and pain and sadness

30. 10 facts about you! And now, what are your stats?

Ten facts about us? Well then...

1. Our headmate-count currently (2.8.22.) is 135 parts

2. This post was made by our current host (Luna, blue, sign-off 🐇), and our last host before them (Sephtis, purple, sign-off 🌙)

3. We want to encourage others to recover

4. We still have parts that struggle with the disorder, they're our ED-symptom holders

5. We want to study psychology in London

6. We're currently going to a fashion school! \(^°^)/

7. Our Simply Plural @ is BackgroundNoise

8. We try to post on our system blog regularly, but this vent-blog is far more enticing (especially to me)

9. Some of our irl-friends know we're a system!!!!!

10. We wrote this in a single day, and now we're tired~

Our stats? Haven't changed. Not that they matter, it's alright to show only what you want, even on the internet

I hope some of this is relatable to some people. If you need someone to talk to, our dms are always open~

We hope everyone in these tags is doing amazing!

#tw ana stuff #ana male #ana trigger #pr0 ana diary #only pr0 for myself #tw anorexia in the tags #tw ana #tw ed #ed stuff #tw eating things #tw food #did host #did system #actually dissociative #dissociative disorder #endos dni please #dissociative identity disorder #osdd #osddid

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