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furiousgoldfish · 8 months

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When abusive parents hurt you, they're not 'doing it for your own good' or 'disciplining you', they're singling you out and making you a target. Because they're not doing it to all other kids, they're not doing it to their guests, friends, coworkers, bosses, neighbours, it doesn't even count if all of those people make one of the same mistakes you do. It's allowed for them. It's okay if anyone else does it. It's okay if other people break things, or refuse to be controlled, or speak up, or demand something, or act selfish, or act childish, or don't cater endlessly, or don't guess their moods, or don't act submissive, it's okay for everyone else! Just not for you!

What exactly is that teaching you?

That you're different. That the brutal and torturous rules exist only for you. That you are the only one who deserves no allowances, no forgiveness, no gentleness, no tolerance, no nuance, no love. And you are the only one! Everyone else can get those things and do what they want, but you will get tortured for it, you'll get tortured even for things you didn't do, because these two people have singled you out and deserved that you're so rotten you deserve worse treatment than any other person alive. And those people are your parents, they made you.

It teaches you injustice, it teaches you to put yourself in a different category than anyone else in the world and to assume you must be so intrinsically different that you won't ever find community, you won't ever find somebody to be on your side or similar to you, because you are the only one who could ever deserve this kind of hatred. It separates you from humanity and makes you feel like you don't belong, like you don't have a home here, it makes you abandoned by everyone because nobody is stating anything different about you. With their silence, dismissal and neglect, everyone is passively agreeing that this is what you deserve. That it doesn't matter to them if you live in pain and despair because you're too different, too otherworldly for them to care about.

No child has deserved to feel like that. Nobody is supposed to be pushed into that pit of despair, injustice and pain, alone, with no visible way out. With nothing they can do to redeem themselves, to find a way to see themselves as human after all that's been done to them. This is not a pit that somebody can easily crawl out of, this is something that can follow you all your life.

All children deserve better than this. Never defend abusive parents when they do this to a child. If you don't want a child to believe themselves to be a monster, don't ignore when this is happening and don't act like it's none of anybody's business. It's all of our business to make sure no kid thinks this lowly of themselves, not even if their parents decide they should. Parents who do this to children should be charged with torture, isolation and psychological devastation of a human being. All children are human. And no child deserves that.

#child abuse #tw torture mention #psychological abuse #emotional abuse #child neglect #abusive parents #toxic parents #traumatic childhood #childhood trauma #injustice #singling out a kid and hurting them #it's easy to single out a kid and put all the blame in the world on their back #but nobody has the right to do something so despicable #no child is at fault for problems of cruel parents

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purpleberiii · 5 months

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"Let me be the one for you"

☆Prompt: In which Shalom is hopelessly in love with reader and does everything in her power just to be with them.

☆Warnings: mentions of reader having depression, suicidal thoughts.

She never thought she'd fall in love so hopelessly with someone, let alone you. Someone who brings her the most joy whenever she sees them. Someone who does nothing but could look so gorgeous. Someone who's not in the right state of mind but she didn't care, she will fix you.

Her eyes linger on your every move, no matter where you go or what you do. She just wants to protect you. Protect you from the cruelty of this world and its despicable creatures. You are her sunshine, even though you could never radiation a spec of light. You were her everything.

The rain poured heavily against the ground of the roof you were currently sitting on. The city illuminated a gorgeous light that you couldn't seem to take your eyes off; that is until you felt a shade come over you.

"Are you trying to catch a cold dear?" You looked at the angelic voice that spoke to you. Shalom bent down with a smile, not the kind you'd normally see on people's faces. You didn't answer her and returned your attention back on the city lights.

"I guess I should become a city light if it means getting all of your attention," she giggled as she fully sat next to you.

"...what do you want from me?"

She looked at you with an expression you couldn't read. "What I always wanted."

You had no idea what she was talking about and didn't care to ask as the building looked so good to jump off right now. "It's not so fun to jump off here you know."

Your eyes widened, how did she know what you were thinking? "How did-"

"It's the only thing you think about dear...but death... isn't always the answer to your problems. Sometimes the solution could be...People."

"...People?"

"If a person has lost there spark, all they have to do is to let someone in and that someone will ignite that spark again."

Was she hinting something?

"What if... what if the person is scared... to let others in?"

"There's nothing to be scared of if another is willing to light their spark. Do you think that if they didn't care, they would keep trying? No they wouldn't. They would probably move on." Her voice was soft and sweet, almost like a lullaby that puts even a grown person to sleep. You admired how beautiful Shalom actually was.

The rain had stopped it's falling, only leaving a small drop or two. "Nobody is willing to light my spark."

She looked at you and cupped your face with one of her hands. "That's not true. If there's one thing in this world that I know for certain... is that there's someone that would kill just for you to get your smile back. That precious smile that always used for greet me in the morning and night."

You leaned into her touch without realising it and she stroked your cheek. "Let me be that person who will ignite your spark again."

"Shalom I-"

"Don't be scared. Please, I won't hurt you. I will only love and protect you. It's a promise." Those words resounded in your head.

"I love you y/n." Time seemed to slow down as Shalom muttered those words. Just those words were enough to break down your walls and get your heart pumping again. You pulled Shalom into a hug and sobbed into her shoulders, gripping her tightly as if she's going to leave, but she won't. Shalom will never leave you, not in those lifetime or the other.

A/n:

I missed the event where Shalom showed up and I know nothing of her but am still in love with her 🥲 excuse me if this didn't make sense.

#shalom #path to nowhere shalom #shalom x reader #ptn shalom #ptn shalom x reader #path to nowhere #ptn

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mcflymemes · 6 months

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PROMPTS FROM SHREK 2 * assorted dialogue from the 2004 film, adjust as necessary

it's so good to be home!

aren't you two a sight for sore eyes!

look at the time. i guess you'd better be going.

don't you want to tell me about your trip?

we need a little time, you know, to be together. just with each other.

you don't have to worry about a thing.

i will always be here to make sure nobody bothers you.

i'll see you sunday for a barbecue or something.

royal ball? can i come?

don't you think they might be a bit shocked to see you like this?

stop it. they're not like that.

you could at least give them a chance.

who says i want to be a part of this family?

so that's it. you won't come?

we are not going. and that's final.

are we there yet?

that's not funny. that's really immature.

this is taking forever. there's no in-flight movie or nothing!

so... you still think this was a good idea?

happy now? we came. we saw them. now let's go.

quick! while they're not looking, we can make a run for it.

i'd like you to meet my husband.

what do you mean, "not on the list?" don't tell me you don't know who i am.

thanks for waiting. i had the hardest time getting into this place.

i suppose that would be a fine place to raise the children.

it's a bit early to be thinking about that, isn't it?

i only did that because i love her.

i'm here to make it all better.

i don't want to leave. when did you decide this?

do you think it might be nice if somebody asked me what i wanted?

i've made changes for you, [name]. think about that.

i knew this would happen.

i think you're taking this a little too personally.

you act as if love is totally predictable.

is that you? my gosh! it's been years.

you've forced me to do something i really don't want to do.

my diet is ruined!

use your imagination.

i need to have someone taken care of.

who dares speak to me?

for this, i charge a great deal of money.

i was hoping you'd let me apologize for my despicable behavior earlier.

i don't know what came over me. do you suppose we could pretend it never happened and start over?

we passed that three times already!

don't get huffy! i'm only trying to help!

almost everybody that meets you wants to kill you.

i do believe we can make this work to our advantage.

i would think you'd be happy for me.

i'm just thinking about what's best for you. maybe you should do the same.

pick me! i'll be your true love!

for you, baby... i could be.

if you really love her... you'll let her go.

just leave the bottle.

it was all just a stupid mistake.

i hate mondays.

i can't believe you'd walk away from the best thing that happened to you.

he's gorgeous! he has a face that looks like it was carved by angels.

you know, shockingly, this isn't make me feel any better.

you better have a good reason for dragging us down here.

perhaps it's best if we just call the whole thing off?

you can't force someone to fall in love.

you're supposed to say i have the right to remain silent. nobody said i have the right to remain silent!

i am wearing ladies underwear.

we're going to need flour. lots and lots of flour.

i'm just playing the part.

is that glitter on your lips?

will you honor me with a dance?

let's crash this party!

you were supposed to give her the potion!

i'd hoped you'd never see me like this.

i just wish i could be the man you deserve.

if you kiss me now... we can stay like this.

whatever happens, i must not cry.

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acuteobserv4tion · 10 months

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One of the reasons I love Elemental.

They literally never once in this entire movie ever said that "We're all the same." Never even hinted at it. The point was that the two main characters wanted to be together despite their fundamental differences.

There's literally 3 whole dedicated scenes about it. Where they touch for the first time. Where they talk about Ember's future. Where Wade tries one last time to reach out. I'm so confused why people just ignore this.

Everyone keeps saying it's "Zootopia dressed like Avatar" even though that's not true. It's that same type of thinking that left Dreamworks' Megamind in the dust after Illumination's Despicable Me came out. Just cause they both have a "bad guy" as the protagonist who "talks funny."

It's that same mindset that would have left Coco (2017) out to dry simply because Pixar's "Coco" and 20th Century Fox's "The Book of Life" (2014) both revolve around The Day of The Dead and the main characters like music. Yes, that was a thing.

Remember when people accused Coco of being a Book of Life Rip-off? It's like nobody cares about storytelling, development, execution, or any of that stuff.

This movie isn't black and white rascism like Zootopia. Elemental focuses on immigration. It focuses on sacrifice. It focuses on family. It focuses on preserving culture. And it focuses on love.

It's not a girl trying "to make the world a better place" or a cop case. There's no main villain. Prejudice is just a part of their life. It's just something they have to deal with. And they also appreciate each other's differences.

Another thing that I see pop up again and again and again is, "How are they touching?" "That ruins the rascism allegory." "It's a bad allegory cause the elements will literally destroy each other if they touch."

I just sit there thinking, "Did they even watch the movie? Did they not see that beautiful scene under the bridge where they addressed that issue?"

If you notice throughout the movie, each element has to consciously keep themselves together. The only exception being Earth. (Unless I forgot some earth person in the background who was falling apart)

Air, Water, and Fire will also all change with their emotions. Yet people, both within and out of the movie, only care about what Fire could do. "How come Fire isn't burning this right now? The thing with the flower flashback doesn't work."

Fire isn't the only one capable of being dangerous. Water can cause accidents when they cry and even floods if they lose control. Gale was literally a lightning storm when she was upset.

The Vivisteria was said to be capable of surviving in any environment, even Fireland. Yet the water security guy was still afraid of what Fire could do. The only ones who don't have to work to control themselves are Earth. (Which I guess is why they're kind of just there in the movie living their lives)

That's why it's so amazing what happens under the bridge. Wade and Ember both make a conscious effort to be gentle with each other. They make the effort to find an in-between. It was a whole thing. Why do people just ignore that whole scene?

This rant really got away from me.

#pixar elemental #elemental #elemental pixar #wade ripple #ember lumen #ember x wade #wember

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darlingshane · 7 months

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let's talk...

Because a lot of you really want me to speak on this, whether I want to or not, here it goes – for all the anons, the nice-ones, and the not-so-nice-ones….

All I can say is that I see you, I hear you, and I share your frustrations. My heart hurts so much for everything that’s going on in the world right now, and I’m having trouble processing it all, so this probably won’t make any sense…

Like a lot of you, I’m very conflicted, I wish Jon would be more vocal sometimes on issues like this. I’ve been following him for years, I was subscribed to his patreon until a few months ago when it really started to rub me the wrong way that he wouldn’t reach other communities outside the military and a few of his friends. He has a huge platform where he’s tackled issues like these before, and showing compassion for both sides would go a long way during this conflict. I don’t know if this is the case, but I saw him supporting Ukraine while still talking and sharing stories of people from Russia. I wanna believe that behind the scenes he’s doing the same right now. I can be wrong, but I don’t believe he had ill-intend when he signed that letter. This is a sensitive issue that has a lot of fronts to cover, and he probably won’t be posting anything soon, or at all. I don’t really know. But I hope that he does. Maybe the people that are still on his discord can shine a light on this and tell us if JB or his team have shared anything there.

I’d love to think he’s perfect, but he’s not. I’ve come to realize that you can admire someone, or be a fan of their work without agreeing to everything they do or say. And I’ve disagreed before with him on a lot of things he’s put out there. But that doesn’t strip away that he’s done good things too, and a lot of people are failing to see that now. And I get it. And that’s completely valid too.

That said, please know that I’m nobody, I come here to disconnect from the real world and post my little gifs and fanfictions from time to time. I don’t have to speak on any issue that I don’t feel comfortable with, this is just an exception cause a lot of you have sent anons pressuring me to speak about this.

I’m not going to turn my back on Jon anytime soon no matter how much some of you want me to, but I won’t be defending him either. I’ll keep posting pics, news, and stuff about him unless he does or says something truly despicable. If that bothers you, you can just unfollow and move on.

#aimless ramble #jon bernthal

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blueroyalgirl · 16 days

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5yearsofRWRB

👔 chapter 4 🎉

Please be so serious, Alexander 😳 *personal* SENSUAL? Have we asked ourselves what the actual fuck as of late?!

Half naked selfies from bed, and a little autoerotic asphyxiation. Jesus christ on a bloody bicycle! 😫

This feels so child-like 🥺 But he’s talking about hiding away from a whole world’s scrutinisation. And soothing himself between huge responsibilities that he doesn’t even really want to do. The way he says ‘Alex’ at the end is so pleading with exhalation.

Absolutely despicable behaviour! Not only is it super shitty to make Alex feel like he’s less than in those moments but each parent is saying, “you are your father’s son” in this moment, not mine, and vice versa.

They have both abandoned him throughout his life. Oscar abandoned him without notice when he was a teenager and now the way Alex operates in life is informed by that abandonment, showing up in his relationships or lack thereof (and they suffer because of his fears, understandably). His mother abandons him when she puts on her president mask, and she has to put the world before him. And again when she exploits his dreams for her campaign and calls him Diaz when she’s pissed off.

The perfect amount for someone. That kind of stillness. Being able to just breathe around someone effortlessly and not mask, or try, try, try because you’re just… good enough. Henry listened to Alex and somehow inferred his needs, and found the right words.

I really liked this insight into how each of them see their parents, how aware of everything they are, and the biases they have.

June seems closer to Oscar and feels sidelined/let down by Ellen. She also can see much clearer when their mom exploits them, and pushes too much. Alex still feels hurt, and abandoned by his dad (rightly so), but would also just love for things to go back to normal (sans fighting). 🥺

His mom’s the president and it seems like he believes she did the best she could for the most part, knowing she had to sacrifice to get to where she is (to do good in the world, something he wants to emulate). It’s also often easier to side with/feel closer with the parent that stays (even when they disappoint you) and Ellen pushes him, helps him, something he thrives on. And like he said, Oscar has a more laid-back approach.

I got to this part and was all overcome with, “I fucking love the way he speaks” like, THAT’S MY BFF HENRY?! 😍🥺💙

After sitting with the book in my mind for so long, and reading so much fanfic, and watching the movie so many times, and then coming back to the source, it’s just so comforting knowing their distinct voices now. When you read something for the first time you’re learning them filled with so much anticipation and that’s exciting, and then there’s also this feeling of: the comforting sound of familiar voices that warm you up, and make you laugh, stir the butterflies, make you cry, thrill you, and bring immense, insurmountable joy! ✨💕

Tipsy, plump lips, flushed cheeks Henry hanging onto his bottle, clinging to wherever Alex is as he dances with other people.

Alex likes to show off for Henry while he watches 😇

I washed my hands of us at the club

You made a mess of me

I pictured you with other girls in love

Then threw up on the street 😭🤮

Alex feeds/thrives on other people’s energy.

Henry drains.

I love this moment so much. It’s so telling of how Alex feels already, even though he doesn’t seem to realise it himself. They’ve already trauma bonded, they’re already friends. He’s infatuated with him and can’t wait to talk to him at all hours of the day and night. He’s enchanted by him when he sees him for the first time in person again, compelled by him almost as he puts on a show for him, their eyes always lingering on each other. And now under the moonlight, after admiring his beauty, he just… want to be there for Henry. Absorb the weight of what sits heavy on his shoulders. Make him feel… light again. ✨

Soft lips, soft curls. Nobody kisses like you. <3

*screams*

(Poor Henry, running away in the snow…)

#rwrb book #rwrb #firstprince #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry fox #rwrb chapter 4 #5yearsofRWRB #alex and henry

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softrozene · 1 year

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“Stop Pushing Everyone Away” - Arthur and John

From an old event I did called the Sad Yee Haw Hours:

Anon asked: For the sad yee haw hours can I please get # 16 with john x reader x arthur i hope you're good and thanks in advanced!

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Thank you, Honey and I hope you’re ready for your heart to sting a bit.

Originally published on May 18, 2020

Arthur Morgan x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Non-Binary) x John Marston

Scenario Starter Number 16: “Stop pushing everyone away.”

Warnings: Angst, Arthur and John need a hug

Words: ~700

“Stop pushing everyone away.”

You stare at them with bewilderment. Arthur is petting your horse trying to get it to relax from your current state that made it stressed. John is holding onto your wrist holding the reins and they both stare at you with sadness.

“Were you really just about to leave without telling anyone?” John asks the hurt evident in his voice.

The burning stares they give you makes the guilt in you build up fast and ready to burst. Of course, you deny it, ignoring their first sentence.

“No. I was going to take a ride. I need it,” You murmur.

Arthur challenges you. “Alright. Let’s go take a ride then. John and I can stay a bit behind that way you are safe and not alone.”

“No. I can go by myself. Done it plenty of times before,” You say rather harshly.

Arthur glares at you and John feels the tension. He is of course siding with Arthur. He speaks in a rough harsh voice as well. “Done it plenty of times before when you were okay. It’s obvious you haven’t been okay lately. We just don’t want-“

“Me to be alone? What you don’t trust me? Let me lay out some harsh truths here and now. I love both of you dearly but it isn’t going to work out. I need to push you away because I want to leave. This gang has turned toxic. You two are always clashing at each other’s throats for my attention and putting your friendship on the line? It is not worth it just for me. You both have better things than me. You have each other and that friendship is so much better than just being sweet on me,” You state.

The two stare at you and the dread fills their gut as they realize you are not going to come back if they let you leave. They don’t want you to leave. The look in your eye suggests that they can’t make you stay either.

You shake off John’s grip on your wrist and the look of hurt flashed across his face. It makes your chest sting but you ignore it to glare at him before turning that glare to Arthur.

“You are a bit late in demanding I don’t push everyone away. I made everyone at camp hate my guts now and it ain’t that hard with everyone on edge thanks to Dutch. I am almost as despicable as Micah. Nobody but you two will miss me. It’s time I go and start fresh. I… Care about you two. Please take care of each other.”

Your body tenses and the two glance at each other before agreeing on something. They agree to let you go. It is going to hurt but you are right. This group has gotten toxic and maybe if you leave now you can have a fresh start. Something the two don’t even dream of having.

Even if they agree on it they try once more verbally to get you to stay.

“If you really cared ‘bout us you wouldn’t leave us like this,” John says going straight for the guilt-tripping.

Arthur only gives you that one sad look that tears your insides apart. “(Name), please don’t do this…”

They accepted that you’re going to go but a part of them wishes that you’ll stay and fall with them on this path that is inevitably going to destroy the gang. You don’t. You don’t say anything to them as you dig some pressure into your horse and get the already anxious horse to full speed.

You don’t hear them call for you and you don’t look back. It’s finally time to heal and move on.

The two males watch as your horse takes you away. Arthur does his best to ignore the pounding of his heart and the need to chase after you. He instead glances at John whose eyes are misty. John tries to smile but it looks too sad.

“Nobody wants to stay with us, do they?”

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #gender-neutral reader #nonbinary reader #angst

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terrence-silver · 4 months

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We know that TIG can sing, and so can some of his characters. If pressed to sing, which songs would TIG characters choose?

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― Twig, growing up as a rich boy with, if we read between the lines, draconic parentage with possibly high standards and rather perfectionistic attitudes in education, the only things a young Terry would sing is some kind of classic tune instructed by an onslaught of private tutors hired by his parents for the explicit purpose of training their son's voice or the Zemirot sang around the table during Shabbat, Jewish kid that he was. That's it for you. The first vestige of actual freedom and individual expression, came, perhaps, ironically, in the military, in the early 1960's, surrounded by soldiers from all classes and walks of life, everyone with their own flavor of music, songs and tunes of the decade and my god, if the high of that didn't hit a young Terry quick and hard to the degree it re-wired his brain chemistry, I don't know what else to tell you. Self-control and liberty gained, Twig, would, given the chance, sing or hum anything just because and he was pretty damn good at it too. Suppose when it was just him, John Kreese and Ponytail in the bunk all by themselves, a young Twig might merrily sing something while they conducted their chores together; moments of calm before the storm.

― Terry Silver in the 80's gives a mocking and taunting edge to everything he does because he's tough, he's powerful and he's at the top of his game and he's fairly shameless and despicable when he wants to be which means, around this era in his life man could do anything from busting into an operetta with expert proficiency, because if he does something it will be done perfectly or sing into a mic like he was born to sing into a mic, but will do neither seriously because there's veiled cynicism and an ulterior motive behind it. He's always laughing behind the eyes and yes, you're the joke. Imagine him singing We are The World during the height of a famine in Africa (Ethiopia 1983-85) he might've contributed to by having a major factor in the continent's pollution through Dynatox and trying very hard to seem very heartfelt and genuinely empathetic as he does it for a non-profit organization meant to help the poor (Look! He's helping!) or in equal measure, being at a black tie event fundraiser and singing some tune for (reads smear on hand) ah, yes, children in need. Either ways, the audience esthetically clapped and Mr. Silver gleefully ate up the praise being the center of attention like the big, smug snake he is.

― Old man Terry, if prompted to sing, simply wouldn't. He's past the point of singing, regardless of the fact he's a fierce, deep voice that's more than educated for it. Sure, there must've been a garden party or two where some rumbunctious guest must've prompted Mr. Silver charm all those gathered with a song or a tune on the piano but Terry might've responded with an equally charmed smile and had the obnoxious guest singing for him instead (as a very concealed punishment and veiled hazing ritual hidden beneath layers and layers of relaxed politeness) --- yes, who's to tell Emile, for example, didn't end up entertaining the whole party because Terry turned the tables around on him? Or god knows what sort of various humiliations he put Stingray through purely because he could and because it's awfully easy to imagine him saying 'Sing, Raymond.' as he pours himself a glass of Cognac, eases himself into the nearest armchair and has the buffoon shakily sing, for quite literally, his life. Nothing's for free, right? But, see, that's the point: Terry's convinced he's the earned the right sit back and be the overlord. Not that he ever doubted it. He's Grandmaster. He's Sensei. He's Sir. He's Mr. Silver. He's the Dragon. The dragon doesn't sing. The dragon rules. If he sings and plays it's because he wants to, mostly for himself.

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― Terry McCain undoubtedly sings something Irish, to nobody's colossal surprise because everyone who even vaguely knows the man knows for a fact that this is his go-to choice of music each and every time; some folk tune from the old country passed down through many generations, until the person it originated from is long since forgotten in his family and all that remains is a memory of a memory and Terry's rendition of it, that is, for all intents and purposes, spectacularly good and catchy, especially when he follows up his own song with a tune he plays on a piano --- a thing culturally near and dear to him, and it's surprising with what gusto, passion and emotional charge he does it with, the same way, Catholic boy, born and raised that he is, it is not entirely shocking to find him being very apt and capable of delivering a church melody that could bring a parish choir member to absolute shame and in times like these it is abundantly clear that The Detective is awesomely multi-talented, and that if it wasn't for his career in law enforcement, one in music would've suited him just as well, if not better.

― Cash cannot be persuaded to sing because he doesn't care about the pursuit, finds it a waste of his time and quite frankly, he'd be most likely to glare if it's ever suggested to him --- the most he's willing to do is absent mindedly and very quietly hum some real or imaginary tune while he's waiting in ambush, tapping his gloved finger on the steering wheel, car parked a couple of blocks down as he carefully scopes out a target and patiently lays in wait for his cue, sipping on a cup of black instant coffee --- and even that only if his wait proves to be very, very long. His life is one of excess tension and it's quite literally no song (pun intended) nor is there any time for it and when there is, there's little place for yearning left. In fact, the man undoubtedly doesn't remember when was the last time he genuinely had time or the desire to switch on the radio and deliberately sit down and just listen to music for its own sake. But, if this man ever stalked someone? He's never likely to forget the music he's heard them listening to when they thought they're all alone. Undoubtedly, they're the very tunes he later absentmindedly hums.

― Gus Travis likes his sea shanties because his dream was quite simply put to buy a boat one day and sail out there, live off of the great, wide blue, but it's an ambition that never really came into fruition in the fullest sense, bogged down by the career criminal in's and out's of his dalliances on the wrong side of the law. It is what it is. Nevertheless, he enjoys the notion of a life at sea and everything involved in it, including the associated tunes, songs and music, not that he sings with any positive notion behind it, a full heart and joy either, more like, if Gus ever sang, he'd sing it almost mockingly, yo ho ho, while dangling a live victim upside down over a shark tank, mocking both the poor, unfortunate soul he's about to feed to the fishes down below and mocking himself, in a way, perhaps without even realizing it or wanting to admit that that's precisely what he's doing, because this is what his life has come to and everything he's ever wanted has been slipping further and further away from his fingers with each passing year or has, for the lack of a better word, gone to shit.

― Jan Valek is a medieval Bohemian clergyman, so, utilizing some form of logic, if he ever sang, it could be some old lullaby in Czech that lingers on the very edge of memory, sang to him by who knows who and who knows when, perhaps a mother, a kindly family member, someone from where he used to live when he was human and very young at that, long before he took his vows, or he'd sing some religious hymn in Latin in a voice that could freeze over the full moon with it's haunting beauty; a remnant of a bygone time when he was mortal and dedicated to the service of God, all association with music intricately tied to a more vulnerable time when he wasn't accursed and condemned, now, his song resembling a howl in the dead of night, a phantom's call slashing through the darkness, something chilling and gorgeous that is hard to explain, but certainly not entirely human. The type of thing you hear and you no longer belong entirely to yourself, falling under a vampire's spell, rather, you go out there, looking for the source of whatever it is you heard, mesmerized.

― Jack Blaylock, or rather, Timothy Calloway is All-American; irregardless of the fact that he lives in Japan, made his life in Japan, is embedded in the culture (and its Underworld) of Japan, operates out of Japan undercover with the facade of an Expat like any other, and hey, for all we know, he was born there too, which might make his attachment to all things American profoundly fascinating, no less the fact that if he sang, he'd not only sing something American, but something profoundly anachronistic and belonging to a bygone and nearly idealistic era he never even experienced himself, the same way he either never experienced his actual homeland or experienced it so little and so long ago, one can consider him remotely estranged from it (never say this to his face). So, knowing all of this, it is easy to envision Jack softly singing something by The Harptones, Bobby Darin or The Platters as he cleans his sword, produces his blades, checks his firearms with an immaculate attention to details, puts on a crisp, clean button up shirt, preparing for his next hitjob.

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Kamen Rider Thunderbirds Chapter 5: Anything Goes! - Prologue

Heya guys! ^^

This is the start of the next chapter of KRTB series! While it has taken a bit long, it is slowly picking up steam! Thank you everyone for the support!

Now, let's start the fun! >:3

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Deep within the temple, screams of agony echoed through its dimly lit hallways. The flames on the torches flickered with unease.

“Kyrano!” the Hood’s voice boomed through the temple, “Give me the information I need!”

A whimpering cry echoed, though nobody heard what it said.

The screams increased, shaking the place to the core. Like sent of blood, it rose interest of the Elemental Masters.

The horrid sounds gave Terratroll a kick as he was hopping with amusement.

Aquarien lay on a chair made of rich red silk and expensive wood while licking her lips, at one point murmured in wishful thinking about adding more cruelty to the torture.

Pyrohimera was combing his flaming mane with intrigue, throwing a glance at the Master of Air who had the opposite reaction to all of them.

He was about to say something until the Hood barged the door open and entered the room, sweat covered his bald head and frustrated face. So much so his thick eyebrows were glimmering.

“My despicable half-brother!” the Hood growled under his breath, “Still haven’t told me the secrets to International Rescue, despite my continuous discipline!”

“Ooooohhh. He is with International Rescue?” Aquarien rose a bit from her chair, her clawed hand waved her fingers till they woven around her chin, “Why can’t you just slowly choke him, until he foams in his mouth? You’ll get the secrets drained out of him easily!”

“I would have, if my powers could reach his throat, foolish creature!”

“How lame… Should’ve told him he was going to die anyways. His kind are nothing more than sub-human,” she huffed, getting up from her prestige seat and walked away with an air of disappointment.

The Hood huffed, grumbled, growled, and waved his fists in the air in utter annoyance as he stomped around the room.

He then spotted the Master of Air, simply standing there watching him with a pensive aura. The bald maniac sagged his shoulders and shouted.

“Do you have nothing to say?!”

Pyrohimera stepped in at his full loyal and formal frame next to his Summoner.

“Just now, he mentioned about how this whole commotion you were doing were getting into his nerves…”

“He- He wants ME to shup up!?”

“I don’t understand his standing, either,” The Master of Fire quickly replied.

The Hood threw a deathly glare the offending monster, his eyes glowed with a terrible light with desire to torture him with the same treatment as he did with Kyrano and every victim that came across him!

The Master of Air, unaffected and unbothered, let out a huff and slowly walked away, with dust kicked aside from his crow-like feet and tattered cloth.

“Maybe, we should focus on our mission to conquer International Rescue!” Terratroll stepped in next to Pyrohimera, who’s face immediately dropped into utter annoyance, “I heard of a little… information that dropped off that sub-human’s tongue…”

“Right…” The Hood took a deep breath as he fixed his collar of his jewelled outfit and hastily walked to the alter. The two Elemental Masters followed him, standing opposite of him.

“I want you to send your troops to the NY-P Children’s Hospital in New York City!” he pointed at the mentioned spot on the map of the huge city, "Cause as much destruction as you can. And let them come! The rest you know what to do..."

The Master of Fire leaned in and frowned. He took note of place where the new target was, and the place where he first unleashed his horde.

“There’s a problem, Summoner,” he objected, “I’m still not sure if the Kamen Riders were still in this area. There’s a possibility they haven’t left their post…”

“Oh, how about I’ll help you with that…” the Earth Kaijin threw a side-eye with a nasty grin on his rocky face.

“What do you offer now, Terratroll?”

“I’ll send a battalion of my Monopods, and a Brute Commander. For the latter, I suggest infusing some of your power into him,” Terratroll calmly explained.

Pyrohimera rubbed his chin mane with a thoughtful expression.

“Very well, I’ll take your offer,” he slowly nodded. Then he immediately pointed a serious finger at his colleague, “But if this plan fails, then I will be disappointed!”

“No, I will be disappointed!” hissed the Master of Earth.

The Master of Fire let out an annoyed growl. Slowly raising his dragon head that acted as left his arm, and blew fire at him. Huffing, Terratroll’s hand transformed into a cannon to return the disrespect his flaming fellow was about to receive.

But the impending fight was quickly interrupted by the Hood! Who threw a dagger in between them, jabbing it into the wall.

“Do your mission already!” he yelled, spooking them both.

His glowing eyes burned bright with boiling hot anger, his booming voice shook the Kaijins and the temple.

“I will make them PAY! I will make them weep as I burn what they care about!”

From the corner of the room, the Master of Air turned around and quietly muttered in the driest of tones, “Fools...”

#my fanfics #Kamen Rider Thunderbirds series #kamen rider #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #fanfiction crossover #kamen rider fanfiction #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #kamen rider fandom #Had some fun writing some of the villains :3

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*wakes up at 3 AM* Girl help, I forgot to pay attention at the fact that the portrait of the "green" person in Debate Parlour is not likely to be Sellen, from logical standpoint

It already was on the back of my mind, but I want to actually look into it! They are implied to be founders/teachers, and we know Sellen was a student of Azur and Lusat, but this is not quite an arguement, yeah. Sometimes new teachers will rise from younger people that once were scholars in institution! But it is the fact that keeping the portrait of that despicable, outlaw person that shook the whole Academy with her deeds would be strange. Why honor her?

+ And speaking of which, I thought the first two portraits could have been Azur and Lusat, but maybe also not? Their study of Primeval Current did not work well with the new Raya Lucaria agenda after Rennala took over, nor anyone who accomplished a lot ever got status and uniforms like they did! Portraits might be.... well, Karolos and Olivinus, lol. The guys crowns are named after. So, more convenient guys chosen to "repost with credit to the original artist" and become faces (literally lol) of Comets and Stars studies respectively!

^ The puppet body Sellen uses also has the Witch Crown, and not a broken one! So, not likely a replica, but another student from whatever the 'Witch' school was!

The significance of green glintstone is strange too, because this is not something that exists normally! They are cold colors, like cyan, blue and indigo! Well, also "superior" amber stars, but they're a whole material of Elden Ring, not sorceries. Crystals from the mines could be green though, and those poisonous stones the miners throw at you are green too. 🤔 My guess on what 'Witch' school represented would be, exploring how the cosmic essence interacts and adapts with "our" ground and lifeforms! In other words, how to bring the cosmos IN earthly realities and make it all closer to the stars. Not waiting for the comets and star shards to fall down on people, but (re)create them right here in some capacity! Color green symbolizes these more earthly, "lab grown" glintstones (that aren't even really glintstones but rather crystals)! + potential connection with Miranda flowers, who do rain sort of cosmic showers as an attack but are adaptive to their environment in terms of abilities and element!

And, nobody until Sellen did something as drastic as trying to turn PEOPLE into stars.

I think also the school was not entirely cancelled because of Sellen (again, why still acknowledging it with the founder portrait then?). But more likely it became unpopular and there just aren't any more people that we know of to wear the Witch crowns, besides Sellen and whatever scholar Seluvis was holding as a puppet. Maybe there are more somewhere outside that ran away kinda like how Thops did! Maybe the school was already going extinct because "why do we need stars to modify earthly life if we already have Golden Grace + Moon is already a better bridge between mortal and divine 🌛" after Rennala married Radagon. Lazuli conspectus sort of overshadowed Witch school, it was a more advanced offering for the similar demand! 'Witches' to Lazuli conspectus are like traditional art to digital art; both are valid but one of these quickly gained popularity and unfairly accused another one of being outdated and not marketable gghghfjghj

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Growing Wings - Epilogue - Journey's End

[<- Chapter 11: Growing Wings]

What a wonderful day to be back in Limsa! Has there ever been a better one?! Certainly not in the few days she had been here lately, that was for sure! And Isabelle enjoyed every last bit of it, every ray of sunshine she could get!

Just a few moments later, Isabelle spotted her first target! “Fooorwin! Heeey!”, she shouted while waving at the old fisherman. He hadn’t changed a bit, as she saw it from the distance, except for some signs of the coming age.

“Oh that’s a surprise. Isabelle!”, he immediately responded before even turning around, as he knew only one girl with such an enthusiastic voice.

“And I thought you might have forgotten me, after Luca and Miara have told me that you have returned to them”, he laughed and stepped out of his boat at the pier.

“Whaaat? How could I eeever forget about you?! I could neeever forget about the saaails and the rooopes and the fiiish!”

“Right, right. Ah, don’t look so sulky, Isa, that was just me teasing you a bit. I- Really, it was a joke, okay? Got all your letters! Thank you, for all of them!”

Isabelle immediately stopped sulking and showed her beaming smile once again.

“You diiid? Yay! I did nooot know how to address them weeell enough, but the moooogles did a greeeat job, yes!”

“They sure do, even though nobody can see them… Anyway now, come here!”

He gave a big hug, to which she responded likewise. How many years had it been? About six years? A lot of time had passed since then, that was for sure.

“Looook! I stiiill got the peeendant you gave me!”, Isabelle said and very proudly showed off the little seashell that was decorating her neck.

“Ohh, yeah, you are right. Seems like it protected you well.” “It diiid!! And it wiiill protect me even longer!”, she responded with a happy grin.

“So, how have you been? Your parents haven’t told me yet, besides some major things. Like… magic? For real? And an own shop?”

“Mhm!! Looook!!” Proudly, Isabelle concentrated on her magic and formed a little ball of light, which rose slowly above them, just to explode in a warm shower of sparkles.

“Isn’t it greeeat?!”

“Uhm… sure, it looks great, but-” “It iiis great!”, Isabelle insisted - what else was magic good for if it did not look, like, magical and sparkly?! “And besiiides that I can mooove things and clean my hooouse and my dreeesses and fight eeenemies and-” “Okay okay, I got it, I was wrong”, Forwin laughed. “So you have become a great magician, I can see that. No need to show me all of it. But how? Tell me, how was your journey?”

“Oookay!” Her voice certainly carried some sort of disappointment with it - after all, showing of her magical skills was something she was very proud of - but she also knew that Forwin was right. She could also show off later, when the time was right.

“Sooo, wheeere to start…? Riiiight, Uuul’dah!”

And so, she started telling him about her journey.

The one year in Ul’dah. The people she met, like Nalama and Tion - even though she had no contact with him anymore, she might need to change that. The weavers guild. About Ricky, her very own (red!) Chocobo. And the thaumaturges, of course.

About Gridania. The druids and the leatherworkers. About all the trees, how it felt to be so far away from the ocean.

About her journey to Ishgard, her hatred for cold and snow which nearly got herself killed. The man that saved her life and became her first love, the man she married - Forwin was shocked by that one - and how much she despised him now. A despicable man that had only been interested in her body and in acquiring women!!

How Azura and Wickid met her in Ishgard and introduced her to the free company. All the adventures she lived through, how they ventured to the far far east where the free company resided now.

And of course, how she had started her own shop in Kugane, about two years ago. Oh, and all of the things she knew about the city. The harbor, the hot springs, the market, especially all of the clothes there, and how tasty all the meals were.

And how the meeting between her and Iana ended. She sniffed a bit while telling Forwin the story, calmed down by some strokes over her head. Forwin knew about Ianas death. Luca and Miara had already morned a lot while also being overjoyed by Isabelles return. It was a hard time for them, for sure. Scars would remain, but until then he would be there for them. And Isabelle as well, he was sure of it. Or else, she would have not returned, after all.

“What a journey”, the fisherman concluded as the barrage of words had finally come to end. “So I assume it had been a good one?”

“The beeest!”, the catgirl responded immediately.

“No regrets?”

“Hmmm… sooometimes. But I would stiiill do the same! Nooot change a thing!”, she answered truthfully. Lies were bad, after all! Most of them, at least.

“And now? Any new plans?”, Forwin laughed, expecting the most surprising things, just like it was usual with Isabelle.

“Uuuhm… for nooow I will take care of my shop! Aaand train and try new enchaaantmens!” “Oh, enchantments? Is there something you can’t do?” “Flyyy! For nooow!”, she chuckled together with Forwin.

“Well, that’s a matter of time, isn’t it.” “Mhm!! But for nooow…”

“The rogues?”

Nodding showed he was right.

“Well, great Namo from me! And your parents, if you visit them today.” “Wiiill do! And take caaare of you, Forfor! Bye bye!” “Oh Isa, don’t ca- there she goes. Whatever…”, he sighed and had to laugh. Some things never changed.

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“Can’t let you in without the password, sorry.” “Oswin, you knooow me! Come ooon, how can I knooow it?!”

“How do I know you are not someone else?” “Looook at me! Hooow many girls do you know that have suuuch fluffy taaail, sooo beautiful red haaair, are sooo cute… and have suuuch a deep cleavage?!”

With the last words, Oswins eyes twitched for a moment, but he kept his mouth shut and stood still, which annoyed Isabelle even more.

"Oooswin! If you dooon't let me in, Namo will be sooo furious! You wiiill regret it, and she will nooot apologize!"

That was the last straw. He knew R’namo, and even though she had grown to be nicer to him - or anyone, on that matter - in the last… ten years? Well, he sure knew he did not want to be the one to tell her he did not let in her beloved pupil daughter. Who knew what she would do to him, and he wasn’t eager to find out.

“Fine. Here, go in. But if you are an imposter-”

“Thaaank you! I will tell her how niiice you were!”, Isabelle said as she darted in.

Honestly, it sounded like a threat. At least to Oswin. Probably his imagination. Isabelle wasn’t like this. Instead, she would tell the whole truth, which was bad enough for him.

Hopefully, R’namo had some mercy on him.

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Tip Tap. Tip Tap.

She was wide open, and could have never been prepared for Isabelles assault. Well it wasn’t like nobody was watching - A'nissa was sitting in the corner and was overjoyed to see one of her missing friends being back. But she wanted to see the chaos unfold as Isabelle flung herself onto her victim. It was far too much fun to watch it!

“Goootcha!”, Isabelle shouted as she threw herself onto R’namos back, resulting in the most violent and soft hug the rogue has gotten for quite a while.

“WHA-?!”, she almost screamed as she felt the catgirl on her back. “ISA?! You damn- Where-?! How-?! OH COME HERE!”

In a matter of seconds, the one sided hug was changed into a consensual one.

“I am baaack!”, Isabelle laughed and smiled.

“Thanks, I have noticed”, R’namo tried to hiss, but just had to laugh as well.

“Damn, I thought you would never come back here. After your letters stopped and so on.” “I was buuusy Namo! I am sooorry!”

“Busy with what? Sewing new dresses?”

“Yeees! That takes some tiiime, you know?”

“So you were busy with dresses and distract boys and men alike with that cleavage you are sporting”, A'nissa darted in, still cackling from the assault she had witnessed.

“It’s a diiirndl, it haaas to be this way! And it looks greeeat, right?”

“Well if you say so…”

“R’namo please, look at her, it looks great! Especially on our Isa here, in contrast to you if you would wea-” “Oh shut up Nissa, as if anyone could challenge her on that!”, R’namo hissed at the laughing Miqo’te.

“Mhm!”, Isabelle agreed with a good deal of laughter from herself. “Told you I am going to become sooo big!” “That’s not what you mea- oh, whatever. You seem very confident about that now, so do you-” “Knooow why people liiike them?”, Isabelle interrupted her old mentor. “Well becaaause-”, she started to talk and somewhat demonstrate her gathered knowledge about this topic.

Which made A'nissa laugh, as she loved how confident Isabelle spoke, while it made R’namo blush ever so slightly - which in turn made A'nissa laugh even more. Isabelle, however, proudly grinned at her friends. She had learned a lot, after all, and every bit had to be shared - even such things like this!

“Gods, okay, guess you know”, R’namo sighed. “Well, good that Jon wasn’t here…” “Oh i could get him, should be around somewhere.” “Oh should i tell him-” “NO!”, R’namo shouted at Isabelle, making both other girls laugh. “Oh you- You have grown into a fine yet mischievous woman, have you?”

“I leeearned from the best!”

That left R’namo speechless. Especially as Isabelle wasn’t completely wrong, after all. Plus the other girls had helped at that as well, to be fair, but still.

“Whatever”, R’namo sighed. “Don’t want it to be any other way. That’s our Isa.” “Hehe!”, Isabelle chuckled with a grin. “But I stiiill want to meet Jon again!”

“Well of course, let’s find him. Just keep those things for you, kay? Having both of you tease me like that is more than enough.” “Oookay!”, Isabelle chuckled. “Prooomised!”

“And I shall find Agness, I think she is somewhere on the market. Shouldn’t be hard to find her”, A’nissa threw in.

“And what about Leeena?!”, Isabelle asked, worried about the lalafell.

“Oh, uhm, she… is gone”, R’namo told Isabelle. For a moment, the red girl was shocked about this news, until A’nissa stepped in.

“She stopped being a rogue and now works in The Bismarck. Wanted to become a chef. Stabbing people wasn’t for her, so now she stabs fish I guess.”

Outraged, Isabelle stared at R’namo, who in turn grinned at her. “Ha, gotcha!” “Ruuude!”

“Could say the same about you!” “Pah!”

For a moment, everyone kept silent, but it didn’t last long until they burst out in laughter.

“I was wooorried, okaaay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Thanks for clearing that A’nissa. Oh, what about we meet up there, in The Bismarck? Yeah, let’s go there and eat together, and talk about the past years!” “Oh I would looove to! Let’s search for the others and gooo! Jooon, where aaare you?!”, Isabelle shouted and dashed through one of the doors.

“Isa, please, stay- you know where we meet, A’nissa. I’ll have to catch this whirlwind here. And have to ask her how she got through Oswin.”

“Right right! See ya later!”

“Yeah, bye!”

With that, they parted ways, just to be reunited later. An evening full of stories was about to start. And surely, she had made them proud. All of them.

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(To everyone who has read the whole thing: Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoyed the ride! <3 This has been on my mind for quite a while, and I am happy to be able to share something about my girl! So, every reader: You get the best hug Isabelle can give! You earned it! <3)

(If you are interested in some other stuff i wrote or want to know more about Isabelle, you may want to take a look at Isabelles story page!)

#Isabelle Birdseeker #Writing #My Writing #Growing Wings #about her~#final fantasy xiv #ff 14 #long post #thanks to everyone who read it!#and thanks to everyone who shared the story as well!

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L and Light for 2 + 3?

L + 2. Favourite canon thing about this character?

Aside from how good he is at pushing Light's buttons (which I mentioned in another ask), I love how extreme his attention to detail is and how he literally never goes easy on Light — I think it's pretty fun both for their dynamic and for the writing that L is almost always putting Light into an ultimate nightmare scenario and not letting even the most microscopic little details slide by unnoticed or unmentioned. Perfect antagonist behaviour, and immensely fun to read

L + 3. Least favourite canon thing about this character?

Aside from the silly "L has an orphanage full of mini Ls in training!" successor arc twist, which I mentioned previously, I think maybe I dislike those rare moments where he contradicts himself in a way that makes me think Ohba just changed his mind about letting something happen, because maybe he wrote himself into a bit of a corner and didn't know what else to do for the plot (it only happens very rarely, but an example I can think of right now is when L told Light it would be nonsense to lock up a suspect who ASKS to be locked up, and then just goes ahead and agrees to it the second time Light asks). Since so much of the appeal of his character is how stubborn and usually correct he is, it just takes away a little of the gravitas of his decisions to show him going back on his word without a good reason that way

LIGHT + 2. Favourite canon thing about this character?

I LOVE the setup for how and why he starts using the notebook in the first place in the manga! Picking it up and thinking it's a silly fake prank, yet using it of his own free will with nobody tempting/coaxing/tricking him into it... testing it out on people he was raised to see as an inherently lesser and expendable category of human being... then being horrified by the realization that he now fits that category of people he sees as so worthless and despicable himself, so he finds a way to twist it into something heroic instead... then finding that this notebook is the perfect enrichment for his enclosure he's been craving, and helping solve some of the boredom and loneliness he's felt by drawing people of a similar intelligence and mindset to him... then being brought onto the investigation team of trying to solve his own case with his dad, the one person on the planet he probably looks up to and fears disappointing the most... It's so perfectly orchestrated to be this absolute snare of circumstances and possible motives that makes it nearly impossible to reduce to only one or the other reason for doing what he does

LIGHT + 3. Least favourite canon thing about this character?

There aren't too many things I'd change about him or about his writing as a character, actually? Hahaha idk like I know he's a bastard, but he's a pretty excellently written bastard to me!

[character ask meme]

#light yagami #l lawliet #ask #anon #p #thx!#death note

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Arise, Mystery Labyrinth! It's time to kill some people. Some of whom may be people we like.

Going into this with a lot of Maybes and some mutually exclusive Theories but very little concrete Facts.

Yeah. So. Are we gonna talk about this? Vivia was already suspicious about the Book of Death and now we're confirming everything. He won't remember this when we leave, but Labyrinth Vivia must have a lot of interesting things to talk about.

Conveniently, since Vivia already knows about the Book of Death, we can skip a lot of the explanations. And by "we" I mean "Yuma" since we always got to hop over the recap through narrative flash-forward.

Yeah, let's cut straight to the point. Vivia, what do you know?

Vivia's been aware of Shinigami since this whole thing began.

Shinigami's like the Lost Souls. Even if you aren't bound to her, you can see all manner of ghostly apparitions while you're Projecting.

Obvious answer: Yuma took it.

Tricksy answer: Number One took it and gave it to Yuma.

Crackpot theory answer: Real Yuma took it.

Yeah, but someone would. Especially if they were Number One. Shinigami is more than some weird thing that happened this one time. She's alluded to working with Detectives in the past.

If we're here to crack the Secret of Kanai Ward, then Shinigami would be the Secret of World Detective Organization.

We are so about to get box-cuttered. I can feel the box-cutter burning a hole in Vivia's pocket right now.

Yeah. We're probably going to kill Jawline in here.

On the other hand, there's a chance we might kill Yakou. Good news is, if Yakou suddenly drops dead on the spot, nobody will think it's anything suspicious. He's got one foot in the grave as it is. Yakou loses out on ten more minutes of life that he wouldn't even be conscious for anyway!

I hope that's a convincing argument to you, Vivia, because it's not doing anything for me. :( I don't wanna kill Yakou. I hope we get Jawline, a man who probably has many more years of life ahead of him, instead!

I love that we're talking about this. Yes, Yuma. Mystery Labyrinth is murder. You're as blameless as when Light Yagami "writes some names down in a journal, no big deal".

We aren't here to do good. We're here to find the despicable truth and damn the consequences.

Vivia's going to wait outside. You know what, that's fair. He can't stop this from happening but I can't blame him for refusing to be complicit in it.

It's cool, man. You go ahead and chill out here until the world explodes, someone dies unjustly, and you forget we ever had this conversation. I can commit this extrajudicial slaying by myself.

Well that fucking sucks. Sorry, man. I'd wheel you around on a cart if I had one.

Then again... if you don't want to get your hands bloody, today could be someday. I'm not sure "You will certainly die" is the right pitch to twist his arm.

There he is again. What do you know about this case, Vivia? You keep hinting at something.

Is it Yakou? It has to be Yakou. Ugh, I want to throttle you so hard, you cryptic little weasel! And I say that with love.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 1 year

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I was going over some quotes for a discussion else where and it's more clear than ever how no-sense Mobius motivation to bring Loki in to help ends up being. Because I don't understand what he expected Loki to do or what he actually wants from him

Two things about this. First off it's laughable in a way how they try to make out Loki stalling for time as some sort of bad conniving thing. Like, how dare he try to get out of being murdered as if that's not something any other character would try.

Secondly, this is stuff Mobius should know just by watching his life. Talking to him face to face doesn't provide new insight that Loki plots, plans and talks his way out things.

What I really get from this is a sense of performative charity from mobius. Like, what he really wants is the credit for helping rather than actually being motivated by kindness for kindness sake. Because Mobius quickly looses his patience and temper when things don't go his way.

Yeah, to some degree I guess he might view Loki as someone who could be good if given the chance, but the problem is not only does Mobius at best have a very warped sense of right and good he seems to just expect Loki to change right away.

"I was nice to you why are you doing what I want?"

Loki actions were because he was disrespected and felt dismissed so why would the expert think mocking and threatening Loki would make him want to stick around?

This is the craziest thing. What does Mobius expect Loki to do? Point at a map and find the variant immediately? They take him to the renfair Loki gives some input and sure it wasn't helpful, but at the same time what else was Loki supposed to do? He told tva what he would have done if was him.

It confuses me a bit. They say Loki is the variant they have pruned the most and the powers are quite similar but their appearance might be different from one variant to another, but isn't the TVA capable of chasing the temporal aura or whatever they call it? Isn't that how they know it's a Loki doing this and not just any other variant?

I don't know what they were expecting Loki to do either. If they're so familiar with his life and his variants, they would know more than he does. They're all the same, right? But if they weren't... then what is 616 Loki going to say about a Loki from another universe?

That 'stalling for time' shtick is ridiculous, it reminds me a bit of Natasha's "thank you for your cooperation" in The Avengers. It doesn't really change anything and it's not like knowing Banner might turn into the Hulk is a huge revelation. It seems lazy writing to me, like they want the audience to believe they have figured out something big but when you think about it… it's nothing. Loki was simply messing with them, it's not a big deal.

Mobius tells Renslayer he thinks Loki might be able to change but that line is despicable for two reasons: 1) why does he have to change? because who or what he is turns out to be something the TVA doesn't like? But Ravonna quite literally says during that conversation that the Time Keepers decree what role everyone plays in the Sacred Timeline. If they don't like it they have the Time Keepers to blame; 2) Mobius says that line because Waldron wants the audience to believe he's a good guy but he's not talking with Loki's best interests at heart, he's saying he wants him to change so that he can be useful to him and the TVA. This is proven the moment Loki makes decisions of his own and Mobius immediately turns against him - let's not forget the reward for trying to escape the TVA is physical assault… and that time cell is Mobius' idea, nobody else's.

First Mobius says he wants Loki to talk and when he finally does Mobius chastises him for talking too much. Mobius says working with him helps him find the variant but when they work together he doesn't like it either and he criticizes him anyway. He claims he wants Loki to change but when he exercises his free will he gets mad at him and has him beaten up repeatedly. He tells Loki off for "working" for the TVA only for his own interests instead of a higher calling as if the TVA hadn't kidnapped and threatened with killing him several times...

None of it makes any sense except everything Mobius says he says because the plot requires it. There's no cohesion at all and the characterization is all over the place. Typical Waldron.

Personally, the only line that I think is honest and true to Mobius' character is: "I just want to catch this guy and I'll tell you whatever I need to tell you."

#anti mobius #loki negativity

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happy (late) storyteller saturday! your characters are doing an escape room! how do they fare? who takes on which types of puzzles? and do they win? :3

OMG thank you so much for asking! I love this question, it forces me to think outside the box!

KIA would be attempting to take the hinges off the door with a notecard that has a clue on it and (if she has her cyberware in this scenario) attempting to hack the cameras in the room.

NEIA has never even heard of an escape room before, so she's trying to do it RIGHT and do it BEST (on her first try, which is virtually impossible but don't tell her that). She's also yelling at Kia for ruining the notecard with the clue on it. Maybe she's trying to strangle Kia... who am I kidding, she's definitely trying to strangle Kia.

DRAVEN is trying to bumrush the door, thinking if he hits it hard and fast enough, it'll break off its hinges and free them. When this doesn't work, he plops himself on the nearest seating arrangement and watches everyone else flail about. They got him into this mess, they can jolly well get him out of it. Sure, he could probably (emphasis on 'probably') get them out of here in two minutes, but it's more entertaining watching everyone else struggle.

TIATHA is scolding Draven for not helping while she searches for clues. Her magic is of no use here, so she cannot simply open a portal to let them out. This is cruelty of the highest order, even crueler than what Gregorius did to her and Draven. Nobody is listening to her, except for Xaenta, even though she is clearly in charge?? What is this malicious behavior? Absolutely despicable of them.

XAENTE is the only one who's listening. She scrambles around the room trying to obey Tiatha, but it's hard enough to hear her over the chaos that is Neia and Kia (who are now full-on fighting), so she might be doing things wrong. But at least she's doing something, and that makes her better than Draven, for sure. Absolutely. Draven is just sitting there like the lazy sack of...turdlets that he is, and therefore she wins. If she gets them out, even if it's on Tiatha's orders, she'll lord it over him for the rest of their unnaturally long days.

#talia writes #storyteller saturday #sts asks #writing asks #writing ask game

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little-prick · 1 year

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Vinnie's Scent Kink (NSFW)

Vinnie doesn't often sneak into your home, he's too worried about getting caught or accidentally breaking something of yours to do it regularly. He holds himself back until he can hardly control himself, desperate with need for you.

He hates himself a little more every time he does it, because he knows you would find his behavior disgusting and despicable. He imagines the expression you would make if you ever caught him and it drives him wild.

Vinnie is gross. It's something that he's come to terms with ages ago, and he knows that no matter what he does, his perverted behavior will likely never change, and never be acceptable to you. But the thought of you looking at him, horrified gaze trailing down his body as he touches himself, makes him need it even more.

Tonight you're out with your friends, and as much as he wants to watch you and make sure you're safe -- or make sure that nobody tries anything -- he can't hold himself back any longer. Tonight he needs you. He needs your scent, he needs the feeling of your covers on his skin, the sensation of your clothes pressed to his face. He needs you.

You should be gone for hours, so he has plenty of time to indulge in the treasure trove that is your bedroom. He squeezes through the window and lands clumsily on your floor with a quiet string of curses.

Your room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the moon and a streetlamp outside. Long shadows fall over the walls and the furniture, only adding to the foreboding feeling that he shouldn't be here. But it's a familiar feeling, one that he brushes off each and every time he comes, one that matters little to him.

He approaches the laundry hamper that sits by the door, praying that they're unwashed. Clean clothes were fine in a pinch, but today he needs more. Picking up a pair of shorts that sits on top, he brings them to his nose with a trembling hand, inhaling deeply. These had been worn, and recently.

His heart is already pounding, and his jeans are already uncomfortably tight. He falls back onto your bed, shorts still held to his face. Gingerly reaching down, he unzips his fly, releasing some of the tension. He could start now, but tonight he really wants to savor this.

He closes his eyes, one hand pressing the shorts to his nose, the other gripping the sheets beside him. The smell of you is all-encompassing, it fills his nostrils, surrounds him on all sides, seeps into his very being.

He envisions you, knees on either side of his neck, staring down at him with pity and disgust. He stifles a groan. He imagines you sitting on his face, allowing him to lap at your thighs and that sweet spot between your legs. He imagines you smothering him, only allowing him to breathe once you've cum. He imagines you leaning down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

He can't take it any longer.

He shucks off his jeans, carelessly tossing them towards the foot of your bed. Palming his cock through his boxers, he takes another deep whiff. He can't stop his mouth from watering.

Agonizingly slowly, he pulls down the waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. Precum leaks from the tip, beginning to weep down the head. The cool air against the sensitive skin sends a sharp tingle down his spine.

He wonders what you would do if you walked in on him right then and there, half-dressed, cock in hand. Scream probably. But he wishes that you would stop and consider a moment, approaching him before taking him into your hand, gifting him your touch, gifting him release.

With shaking hands he presses your shorts against his face even tighter, basking in the euphoria your scent brings him. Hips bucking into his hand, he imagines your body above him, his face pressing into the crook of your neck so he can get your scent right from the source.

The way your hips would move in tandem with his, grinding back against him, the way your moans would sound in his ear, the thought of his cum splattered across your stomach, it's just too much. He sends himself over the edge far too soon for his liking, whining into the fabric of your shorts.

Part of him wants to wipe his cum onto your sheets, leaving his own scent for you to savor, but he knows you wouldn't appreciate it. So he lays back on your bed, coming down from his high, taking in the bliss of your bedroom.

Nothing short of actually touching you could top the bliss he feels in this moment, but that knowledge may end up becoming his downfall. He's not sure how much longer he can keep himself sated. Your smell was amazing, but having you in his arms would be perfect.

Maybe one day you'll let him touch you, but he'll just have to settle for now.

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere x reader #yandere nsft #yandere OC #OC Vinnie #nsft #male yandere

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