#control over herself and her fear due to feeling a lack of it for so long. and THATS why i think that yellow lantern jess has SO much
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help me make sense of what's real and what's not, pleaseeeee. what happened with her cars? I'm seeing so much misinformation going around and I don't understand what's true anymore. like why didn't she have police with her? it truly seems like the authorities are retaliating against her because of her decision to postpone. it was the right thing for everyone involved, and I hope that this doesn't prevent her from trying again next tour and learning from how t4f operates and making sure to put into writing preventative measures
so, everything about her "hotel being leaked" and "people harassing her there" is total misinformation. Here is, as far as I'm aware, a complete list of the bad things that have actually happened:
a 23 year old girl named Ana died at the show. She passed out during Cruel Summer, was taken out of the venue, and was unable to be revived.
This was due to the heat wave and lack of water, an estimated 1,000 people fainted at the show for the same reasons
At lots of concerts in Brazil, there are groups of criminals who will run at the crowds leaving big events in an attempt to rob them. This happened to everyone leaving Taylor's show and there was very poor crowd control to help, which resulted in a VERY bad instance of this and many hearing alleged gunshots. Whether or not there were actually guns I'm uncertain, but either way it resulted in hundreds of fans cowering in fear in a nearby fast food place. They tried to shelter back in the stadium but were not allowed back inside.
it has been reported (allegedly, by people in Brazil) that from the moment Taylor found out about this she wanted to cancel the show, but was not able to due to pressure from the ticketing company
the show was prepped with tons of water bottles and ventilation was being made possible for show #2, but according to Brazilian fans, the venue was not following through on their promise to Taylor to allow bottled water inside; people were being denied them at entry
The mayor of Rio (?) held a press conference and said that Taylor was not doing well over this incident, and there seems to be some tension between the venue and the city council over it. [cannot find a translated source for this but have read about & surmised it]
Taylor called the show off after about half the crowd was inside; ~40 minutes before Sabrina's set.
Lots of people booed when this announcement came out over the loud speaker, but they were booing the fact that it was cancelled, not Taylor herself
Security was very negligent when this cancellation happened, still letting people in for a while and then using force to get them out, and once again it created a really dangerous environment
Taylor was apparently unable to obtain a police escort to the venue for any of the shows. This seems to simply be due to government negligence. As such, she blocked out the license plates on the cars (again I don't have an answer as to why this would've helped because it doesn't make sense to me, but I digress). This is illegal in Brazil, as it is many places in the world. Police seized the vehicles transporting her and her team. It is unclear how she will be getting to the next shows
If any Brazil swifties want to answer any of anon's specific questions or have anything to add please feel free! But since there's been SO much de-centralized info coming out so fast, I hope this helps them and others!
oh and I agree with you, anon. I really hope this ticketing company is put out of business
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can I request jealous Wednesday x fem reader? Wednesday gets jealous of Xavier and the reader so she's more passive aggressive than usual and has the urge to pull pranks on Xavier. But when Wednesday sees reader and Xavier painting the reader chases after her
Summary: Wednesday is reluctant to accept that she’s jealous of your friendship with Xavier until it all comes ahead.
A/n: Also due to the fact of how fucking long I made this fic, I had to relegate pranks (plural) to a singular prank. I rambled a little bit ngl.
Wednesday hated the gut feeling she’d get whenever she saw you and Xavier within extreme close proximity of one another; As though you were trying to fuse into one being with how pressed against one another you were. It felt like she had a stone stuck in her stomach that refused to dissolve and was starting to cause external as well as internal issues the longer it went unresolved. Normally Wednesday viewed herself above expressing emotions should they not provide beneficial results to her in the long run for the remainder of her stay at Nevermore, or everyday life in general.
However it seemed to Wednesday that you were the peculiar exception to this golden rule she had lived by since the passing of her pet scorpion. She felt fluttery in her chest whenever you laughed, her clothed skin burned with the remnants of your accidental touches and she felt most anticipating when she made plans with you after classes. You’ve managed to brought fourth emotions Wednesday long thought she had killed in order of bettering herself whether you were aware of your effect or not.
She hated it, she hated not being in control of her emotions and by that logic, Wednesday should hate you for being the reason for her lack of self control but she didn’t. Instead she directed all her hatred towards Xavier to the point that castration was a considered punishment but knowing how Nevermore operates; Wednesday knew that short of thing would’ve be allowed to fly without repercussions. ‘A pity really,’ she thought to herself as she maintained eye contact with the back of Xavier’s head as he playfully nudged you with his shoulder, ‘a shame even.’
Enid wished she could see the inner workings of Wednesday’s head but with how brutally she was stabbing the lunch table with her blunt knife, she quickly changed her mind in fear of that knife being directed at her next. “Wednesday, remember what we talked about when we get urge to stab something.” Enid spoke hesitantly as she tried to safely remove the knife away from Wednesday’s hand. When it was brought down harder then the previous times, blade lodged deeply within the table that once Wednesday lets go of the handle, the knife however remained standing straight up. Her eyes never departing from you nor Xavier as they blazed with silent fury. “Keep stabbing until it stops moving.” She replied blankly before standing up.
“Hey! Wednesday! Where are you going-“ Enid tried calling out to her friend when her words got caught up in her throat when her eyes followed the direction she was heading; You and Xavier. “Oh no.” Enid whispered as she rushed after Wednesday in hope of preventing someone’s (read: Xavier’s) death. “I do not want to be caught in the midst of a murder today, I just got these clothes recently and blood would not go well with them.” She rambled under her breath as nervousness got the better of her when she finally managed to catch up with Wednesday who was looking straight at you.
“Y/n.”
“Oh shit.” you almost jumped out of your chair at the sudden voice beside you had Xavier not caught you by the shoulders to stabilise you. Giving the boy your thanks you looked to your side of the table to see Wednesday and Enid standing there. “Hey Wednesday! Hey Enid, what’s up? Me and Xavier here were just-“ “I need you to come over to my-“ “our” Enid interrupted, flashing a smile when Wednesday looked at her with almost murderous intent before bringing her attention back to you. “Our dorm,” she shot enid a glare, “to look over some studies that were assigned to us last period.”
“We did?” You questioned as you, Xavier and Enid share a look of confusion as all four of you had last period together and to your recollection, there was no tasked assignment. So either you had shit memory or something else was at hand here that you were oblivious towards. Xavier shrugged his shoulders, “beats me and I tend to pay attention in my classes.” You shoved him by the shoulder as you laughed, “you fucking liar, no you don’t you always end up copying my notes or worse!” Xavier chuckled, extending his hand to pat your sympathetically on the shoulder.
“I make it up to you don’t I?” He asked innocently, making you scoff as you swat away his hand. before bringing his attention to Wednesday who by now has her jaw so tightly clenched behind a deadpan face that she swore she felt some teeth crack under the pressure she was putting them under. “Are you sure we got an assessment Wednesday? Me and y/n here have made plans to go beyond and explore the realms of possibilities of which through art later tonight.” Xavier iterated the last part in a tone he knew would get to you, in the end you couldn’t help but snort as you smacked his shoulder. “Stop talking like that, I’ll think I’ll piss myself.” You croaked through your laughter as you leant against Xavier for support.
“Too much information y/n,” Xavier grimaced but he sucked at keeping it up as his lips cracked into a bigger smile, “just too much information.” Whilst you both were distracted with your laughter, Enid could see that Wednesday was gesturing for something lurking under your table with her head and when she went to angled herself better to see what it was and to her surprise; Thing could be seen unlacing Xavier’s shoelaces before tying them back together again in a fashion that would have him take a personal greeting with the floor before scampering off back to where he came.
Now Enid never pegged Wednesday as the prankster type, considering the fact that she had told her time and time again that she was above such childish shenanigans. Yet here she was, having Thing pull pranks on her behalf all because she was jealous. “You’re right,” Wednesday uncharacteristically admitted, “must’ve got my dates incorrect, how foolish of me.” She then shrugs but before she leaves your table; Wednesday looked back over her shoulder, “Xavier.” She said. “Yeah?” He replied, albeit confused. “Watch your step.” Was all she said before walking away, leaving Enid to hastily bid you both goodbye as she rushed to catching up to her before mouthing something neither of you could decipher.
“What did she meant by that?” Xavier asked as he looked at you, watching the back of Wednesday’s head as she faded from view. “No idea but hearing that come from her? It’s probably not a good thing.” You admitted, sensing that something was off with Wednesday but you knew better then to openly confront a hostile animal. She wouldn’t budge an inch. So you decided that it would be best to let her work through whatever it was that she was going through in her own time. “Well that’s real reassuring.” Xavier said glumly before slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“We better get going before we’re late to herbology class.” He adds as he goes to stand up but as he attempts to move out from his seat; Xavier notices a little too late that his shoes were mysteriously tied together, causing him to trip over himself and fall flat on the floor with a yelp. “Oh my god, Xavier are you alright!” You exclaimed as you scrambled to help him up off of the floor, dusting him down of any dirt that might’ve lingered. “I understood what she meant by that now.” Xavier grimaced in pain. You both ended up being late for class by a couple of minutes due to Xavier stopping to unlace his shoes and tying them back up properly before practically sprinting across Nevermore towards your next lesson.
The next time Wednesday walked in on you and Xavier bonding, it wasn’t until nightfall that she came across the sound of laughter filling the air, growing louder and louder the closer she got to the abandoned shed Xavier had tricked out into an art studio. Her blood still boiled with how at ease Xavier seemed whenever he got physical with you and how you never seem to bask in his affection. She despised her Achilles heel which was you and the illogical thoughts you brought up within her head, causing her to loose rational train of thought and sleep as she now wandered the school grounds late at night in hopes for sleep to greet her. However Wednesday found herself stood outside the shed where she could hear yours and Xavier’s conversation loud and clear.
“You messy pup! Your getting paint on everything except the canvas!” Xavier exclaimed though it was in good nature considering how quick he was to laugh. “We’ll maybe if I had more to go on then the bullshit excuse of ‘painting with my heart.’ Then I wouldn’t be such a messy pup then would I?” You replied, reduced to a laughing fit of your own. It was obvious to Wednesday that you were both having fun, so much fun in fact that she believed that she was the last thing on your mind. You rarely visited her and Enid in their dorm anymore, too busy having Xavier occupying your time. Seemingly possessed by the betrayal she was feeling in that moment, Wednesday forcefully opened the door in time to see Xavier stand a breaths width away from you, holding your face in his hands as his thumb rubs away at some remnants of paint.
His gaze seemed a little too intense for Wednesday’s liking as she took into account of the way he looked at you that same exact way she caught herself looking at you; as though you’ve painted the night sky of which you hung the stars from. Your eyes darted to hers as they widened at the realisation of how this looked to other people but before you could open your mouth to say anything. Wednesday had already slammed the door shut behind her as she left. Xavier knew there was something between you and Wednesday and he wanted to help you in expressing your feelings in a way that didn’t suffocate Wednesday. However it seemed that she might’ve misunderstood this as him making a move on you which couldn’t be further from the truth. “Go after her.” Xavier said, stepping away from you.
“She won’t believe me-“ “well then try to make her believe you.” Xavier stopped you before you could admit defeat. “You like this girl don’t you?” He asked, “of course I do Xavier, I like her very, very much.” You admitted, feeling the tears of frustration well up in the corner of your eyes. Xavier smiled softly as he cross the room to open the door, “Then go get her, tiger.” He urges as he gestured towards the silhouette of Wednesday that was slowly fading away from view the further and further away she got. You smiled at Xander, “thank you.” You said to him before bolting out of the art studio and after Wednesday as fast as your legs could carry you.
“You got this!” You heard Xavier exclaim from behind which only pushed you even further forward as you darted past trees, bushes, the archery range until you could vaguely make out Wednesday making her way to the front of the building that lead up to her dorm in Ophelia Hall. “Wednesday!” You called, uncaring of who you woke up in the process, the only thing that mattered to you was setting things straight. “Wednesday wait, I need to talk to you!” You saw Wednesday stop at the doors and you almost felt like collapsing when you finally caught up to her, leaving heavily on the door as you struggled to filling your lungs with the sufficient amount of oxygen.
“What do you want.” Wednesday snapped. She hadn’t meant to stop but something within her told her that she’d be better off hearing you out. “I’m going to cut the bullshit and get to the point,” you said through gasps, coughing briefly before taking a deep breath, “I like you Wednesday Addams. I like you a lot, I’ve been meaning to find ways of telling you how I feel that wouldn’t overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable. So I’ve taken to asking Xavier for advice because he’s and artist and shit as you know.” Wednesday felt a familiar fluttering in her chest as you continued to explain yourself when all she really cared enough to hear was that you liked her and only did what you did as to not force her out of her comfort zone for you.
So instead of letting you continue your long winded explanation, Wednesday merely grabbed ahold of your shirt, pulling you into her lips as she gave you a chaste kiss before shoving you away slightly. Your wide eyed expression had a smile creep up on Wednesday’s face as she quickly composed herself. “I like you too,” she headed you silently cheer to yourself, “however you can start repaying me for sacrificing our time together by joining me on the astrology tower tomorrow night.” Your eyes widened and your smile stretched across your face. “Like a date, a date date?” Wednesday couldn’t help but scoff at your choice of words before replying, “yes, like a date date.”
#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday x reader#wednesday imagine#Wednesday imagines#Wednesday x you#Wednesday fanfic#Wednesday fox#Wednesday Addams x you#Wednesday Addams imagines#Wednesday Addams imagine#Wednesday Addams fanfic#Wednesday Addams fic
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I have such complex feelings about danganronpa but the treatment of chihiro fujisaki still remains a major sticking point to me.
I've had several different interpretations of the character over the years as my relationship with my gender has evolved but after all these years I feel like I can finally mourn the way she was treated as a trans girl.
it's just... heinous. kazutaka kodaka is so transmisogynistic in his writing that it's sickening to even think about. how am I supposed to feel about the fact that his work has touched my life in such a major way? I'm still talking about danganronpa over 10 years after I first got into it. but an unskippable, major, and early part of the story of the first game makes it clear how he thinks about people like me.
the text of the game is vile. along with the other students, she's threatened with her deepest secret being revealed if nobody murders one of their classmates. she has to face the fact that she's going to be forcibly outed to her classmates in the worst way possible. after she's killed out of jealousy for her bravery by mondo owada, who at the very least has the decency to move her body from the boys' locker room to the girls' to protect her secret, her body is groped to "confirm" that she's a "boy", she's immediately misgendered by all her classmates, and monokuma tells everyone her backstory in a way that totally disregards her actual feelings.
chihiro is not a boy. she doesn't ever claim to be one, except in school mode, which crucially, is explicitly not canon and wasn't even present in the original release. the only reason why anyone, in-game and in the fandom, believes that she's a boy is because of transmisogyny and because of monokuma's explanation. is he the type of character that you should trust, though? not only is he willing to forcibly out a trans girl, this is a pattern of behavior; the mastermind controlling monokuma later threatens to out juzo sakakura as gay as blackmail in the dr3 anime.
when I view the actions of chihiro fujisaki, I can't see anything but a trans girl. she has a severe inferiority complex, cries easily, lacks confidence in herself, hesitates to spend time with cis girls due to a fear of being ostracized for who she is, and heavily latches onto anyone who treats her respectfully (as seen if you do her free time events). and then she's thrust into a horrible situation where she could be killed at any moment, and then given 24 hours to try and come out on her own terms before monokuma does it for her in a way that explicitly misgenders her. she wants to become someone strong, someone who can stand up for herself and fight back against bullies like monokuma who don't respect her gender, but she doesn't get to do that on her own time. she still tries, though, and for it, she's killed.
it's just... tragic. what else can I say? she's yet another example of transmisogynistic tropes in media, but she feels personal to me in a way that few other such characters do. I've always loved chihiro a lot, even when I was younger and couldn't quite put my finger on why.
I don't think I would terribly mind her death if kodaka was a better writer. if danganronpa actually made use of all of its seemingly largely unintentional anticapitalist potential, if it touched on systemic issues such as transmisogyny with tact and respect (for example, if the other students respected her identity and opposed monokuma for repeatedly misgendering her), her death would still be upsetting, but I could accept that.
she just... deserves so much better.
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kafka & humanity....grrr
the people of kafka's home planet may become “devils”, due to the inability to feel fear they're prone to be dominated by their desires and other emotions, which you can take as a reference to 七情六欲. you're supposed to feel these seven emotions, six desires – though not excessively, and have a reign over them. the lack of fear, one of the seven emotions, thus constitutes a lack of control and they are inable to be proper humans – thus becoming “devils” instead.
kafka's control over her emotions and desires was likely the thing that prevented her from becoming a devil herself, instead becoming a devil hunter. she rules over her, incomplete, emotions and desires with an iron-will and knows them so well she's able to use this against other people in the form of the spirit-whisper (manipulating people's desires, telling them exactly what they want to hear and thus making them do her bidding).
the potential of her becoming a “devil” is still there though – all it would take is a slip up, a crack in the mask, making it all for naught.
thus kafka the incomplete human being changed by the trailblazer, the artificial being created for a greater purpose who by all accounts seems more human but isn't, is actually such an interesting idea?
kafka becoming a human through the trailblazer (learning what it's like to feel fear thus 七情六欲 ), her chosen path her becoming a full human only being possible through the help of a non-human....
the future is predetermined, the path to the future isn't and the path that kafka walks is one reliant on the help of the trailblazer... hmm im not sure where im going with this but? so far the only stellaron hunter whose chosen destiny is linked to the existence of the trailblazer is kafka, and kafka is part of the trailblazer's (just like the tb will change kafka, kafka will be the one to change the tb, potentially the tb becoming a fully fledged human alongside her thus having two non-humans becoming human through each other)
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Autistic people with the same special interests (the two of you) are about to have a field day.
So. Repo! The genetic opera. The magnus archives. The Archival Repo!. The Repo! Archives.
Anyway
Shiloh is developing corruption
- bug collector
- not a full blown avatar but is kind of in the Jonathan Sims position to be influenced by a LOT of them
- feeds on Nathan’s anxiety (she thinks it’s her illness, but it’s more likely just dread that he’s a failure of a parent. He is.) (I love him why is he like that)
- 17 has her say “I always longed for true affection, but you compared me to a corpse”, so when she leaves at the end of the movie that signifies her evolution into an avatar (or rejection of it?) bc she is left with nothing but her bugs. We don’t really know
Nathan is either Slaughter or Hunt
- I definitely am more inclined for hunt for Nathan
- the hunting at the beginning and later when he and Shiloh are on the phone he definitely could do it a lot faster and less dramatically
- he definitely enjoys it is my point
- “thankless job” is also a prime example of his feelings on this job and or its moral implications
- obviously he’s unstable too and that influences jt but he kind of reminds me of Daisy Tonner where he’s over the ethical issue mostly
Luigi is definitely slaughter
- there’s not a really a need for question man is violent and angry I feel like there’s no question he shanks and yells and gets half naked for fun.
- his treatment of the gentern bringing coffee is a great example, he had no reason to freak out other than. Being like that. And also bc he can
- that’s about it actually he feeds on subordinates fear of his unforgiving temper it’s pretty CUT and dry
Pavi is. Hmmm. Flesh??
- I’m stuck on this one, however I think flesh fits best
- his face stealing reminds me of specific serial killer behaviors (usually due to parental issues) that involve using others body parts, usually skin (Ed Gein with his skin suit of his mother I think??) though I think his environment is part of why the face thing is a little less wrong in canon. Idk he’s a fucking FREAK okay
- also we never see his actual face so I feel an argument that it’s tied with dysmorphia isn’t unreasonable
- Pavi feeds off of adoration (even if it’s fake) from the Genterns as well as the fear of having your face skinned
- seriously what is wrong with him
- with the Genterns his boisting of “ask a gentern who they prefer” and overtly unacceptable sexual behavior (“my brother and sister should fuck”) feel like someone who wants validation and attention even if it’s not positive attention
Amber is Flesh too
- I think for a different reason from Pavi, she doesn’t have “inferiority” Dysmorphia that I think he has
- instead, I think Ambers behaviors are “superiority” dysmorphia (both terms I made up)
- in Ambers case she’s changing her appearance to cope with a shifting sense of self and strive for perfection caused by her notoriety and never being told no
- Amber feeds off of being desired and seen and is one of the most famous people in the known canon universe, but her blatant jealousy of Mag really depicts her motivation for perfection
- she also feeds herself to graverobber for drugs (deleted song ‘try my new parts’) I don’t care how good their surgical techniques are nobody is healing their hole that fast without hurting themselves somehow
- basically if Pavi is MAG 90 Amber is MAGP 2
Graverobber is End or Buried
- the end is for obvious reasons with corpse robbing and his lack of fear or caution around death @brainvomitintheparkinglot ‘s idea
- for buried, he’s literally a crack dealer
- he basically feeds the entire cities drug supply (trapping them in addiction that is hard to escape)
- the web usually deals with addiction but I don’t think he has manipulative or controlling motivation, he just works the system against other people
(Rottis corporation supplying everyone is the web, graverobber is a chunk of dust caught in it)
- as shown with Amber, he wont supply without money either, hypothetically pushing his clients into further debt (esp if they have geneco loans) AND addiction
- graverobber feeds off of the metaphorical suffocating nature of debt and addiction as mentioned, and well as literal suffocation
- following the drug thread, I will be treating zydrate like Heroin, in the idea it can be a powder or liquid (even though we only see it as a liquid in canon)
- like most painkilling drugs it can be assumed zydrate can induce vomit and therefore asphyxiation OR in the case of a powder that is inhaled, generally that isn’t optimal for breathing
- also graverobber is probably covered in corpse dust and like. Anthrax
Rotti is web (again, thank you @brainvomitintheparkinglot)
- his company owns the entire city (corporatocrocy)
- he literally controls everyone, his money controls his fucked up kids, and the entire system is his
- the rift with Shiloh and Nathan was organized by Rotti, and I feel like Ambers problem with Mag is somehow his fault too
- as far as I know, Mags blindness is never canonically explained, Rotti could easily be responsible like he was with Marni
- Rotti feeds off the obvious, control over everyone. He also is disappointed his kids found ways around his authority, and yet they’re STILL in his web (addicts and also fucked in the head bc of the circumstances he raised them in)
Mag is. The eye
- yeah. This one is the most direct
- I have a headcanon that she can see through cameras (how she found Shiloh) and how she seems to know all about what is happening in Shilohs life
- mag is both a victim and an avatar of the eye, she sees everything going on around her with the people she loves, but all eyes are always on her, trapping her where she is.
- literally had to do a Melanie king except she didn’t escape, the web and the eye often work in opposition in TMA while also being quite similar, she and Rotti much the same.
- “take these eyes I’d rather be blind” is an inadvertent argument with Rottis control of the web, he kills her for it
Lastly, Marni is either End or Desolation
- she’s not actually present in the film
- End is bc she died and yet is still so so important to the plot
-desolation is bc her actions are kind of why everyone in the story has issues
I could make a whole separate post on Rottis fucked up crack zydrate addicted kids
#repo! the genetic opera#repo!tgo#TMA#the magnus archives#r!tgo#tma entities#smirkes 14#tma au#is this actuslly an AU this could have happened in canon
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⇢ spoilers for bnha chapter 282
Trauma, you think, is not only applicable to injury or assault. To survival or war. The disembodiment that follows a sudden change, the lack of control that comes with loss in your life of which you hadn’t expected, is a trauma in and of itself.
You are forced to confront your own helplessness.
The first step is to accept that there is now a before and after, a fork in the road that you will never again retrace. Seated on the bedroom floor with your spine pressed uncomfortably against the bed frame, you aren’t sure if it’s possible.
Something inside you fractures at the sound of Eri’s muffled sobs. She is curled into herself beneath the comforter like a pill bug, the small bump trembling where she remains hidden from you. To a heart as bruised as her own, it is not safe to cry here without Shouta.
Medical jargon filters through your memory. Definite loss of his right eye due to contact with Shigaraki’s quirk and self amputation below the right knee. High risk of infection. Currently being kept in a medically induced coma. You aren’t allowed to see him yet.
Neither of you are.
Even though you aren’t her legal guardian, you are her guardian’s partner. With most of the remaining heroes either recovering in the ICU or out in the field, the already short list of candidates to take care of her was much shorter.
But a young child with her history only saw people with many faces, and feared the ways their intentions could change. She did not know know who you were without her foster father present. Instinct guided her under the blankets again and again, away from any possible harm— away from you.
There’s guilt leaden in your stomach that you wish would dissolve. It was unjustifiably cruel that Eri’s stability be ripped from beneath her feet so soon, and in part you feel like a liar for making promises you could not keep. Pointless as it is, you wonder if you could’ve done more to prevent this. You should have been there with him. But if you’d have been there, you might not be here.
“Eri,” her breathing hitches, wet and meek as she expects punishment, still trying so hard to be quiet. “Could you come out from there, sweetheart? It’s important that you eat to stay healthy and strong”.
How is Eri? the others would ask. Your answer does not change: struggling. Struggling to eat. Struggling to sleep. Struggling to speak. The word has become so integrated into your daily vocabulary that it starts to sound foreign in your mouth. You her routine and replicate it well, yet it still isn’t right, because you’re not her father. The texture of your food is too odd, the way you braid her hair is too loose, the way you detangle her knots is too rough. You try to tuck her in, to coax her into resting with a pleasant story, but to her it’s a betrayal. Bedtime stories are his and hers and Shouta is irreplaceable.
The lump doesn’t budge. “I’d love it if you shared some of these jelly packets with me,” you try again, grimacing through the break in your voice. Plastic crinkles in your hand. It was a risky shot but you’re running out of options. “There’s lots to choose from”.
You watch the gradual shifting of her body, lured by the promise of a sweet treat. Timid, Eri meets your gaze over the edge of her blankets with red rimmed eyes. Atleast there is no fear there, only caution — maybe even a kindling of hope in them as they flicker to the colourful packets in your hand. “Is... is it really okay?” she finally asks, filling the drawn out silence, “those are Mr. Aizawa’s favourites”.
“They are. I know he would want us both to enjoy them together,” you give her your best attempt at a reassuring smile. She deliberates before shuffling to the end of her bed and lingering there for a moment, deliberating. You had not expected that she would climb down, nor that she would slowly crawl into your lap, but you welcome her weight with a swell in your chest.
You’re reminded then of a conversation between you and Shouta before he left for the raid. Before he got hurt. Be careful, love. She needs you, you’d told him. You’re practically her father. Being assigned the role of a reluctant parental figure was joked about in good faith, especially with his newest class —and taking custody of Eri without question or complaint had only fuelled it further— but in this instance you were being sincere. She would be, and is, undoubtedly distraught by his absence.
Eri receives the flavoured jelly packet with a quiet thank you, sinking into your chest as she brings it to her lips. You tuck your nose against her crown and try not to cry.
If she’s my daughter, he had replied, a soft kiss left in your hair, then she’s yours too.
#bnha x reader#aizawa x reader#idk what this is I have just always wanted to explore eri & readers dynamic#parenting ur partners kid is uncomfortable!! especially when it is amidst tragedy lol#m.aizawa
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summary: “Someone got here first,” Steve sighs out, casting a light on every corner to assess the true damage. “They went into her room, too. I don’t know what they’re lookin’ for, but they were hell-bent on finding it.” Hopper’s lips purse beneath a thick mustache, brows tight together as the scene plays out for him - men in uniform kicking their way through the damages, pocketing all they could. Jewelry was left behind, and any money goes ignored in vaults in favor of damning evidence on paper. Paper and files he needed in order to hold against them - to understand Autumn’s purpose in all of this.
warnings: home invasion. a nano second mention of being suicidal. you gotta squint.
wc: 2,822
Her voice calls in every corner of his mind. Loud, brash, and unapologetic as her hands flail in an attempt to make herself seen. To be heard. She followed after him, continuing her rampage as old pieces of herself slipped back in. She had been fed, thanks to Steve, unlocking the monster inside of a teenage girl with too much to say all too suddenly. Autumn had been ghostly the moment she stumbled out of that bedroom, mind scrambled due to a forceful long sleep. It was easy to excuse her lack of words and slow shifts of movement, knowing the drug still lingered in her veins. But it had been hours, now. The sun was setting and she was fueled by the same flame that kept her alive, and angry at the world. “It’s my house,” she would say. Full of bark and bite as he gathered his things inside the cabin, checking the perimeter for anything out of place, just to keep her safe. The girl didn’t seem to care for his actions, trailing after him in pajamas despite the cold air to assault her skin. She was grateful without showing him that kindness, overwhelmed by the need for closure - even vengeful against the cause of her uprooting. She wanted to go back, just to see the man that crept through the night, and Hopper was adamantly against it. The risk of her tagging along was a death sentence, or for something worse if she had fallen into the hands of Martin Brenner. A life she wished to be over, caged away by white walls. Hopper's denial was firm, even angered by the girl's lack of care for herself after all he had done. He would have cuffed her to the long-dead heater, leaving her to stew and huff over her inability to seize control of the situation. But after a long battle between the two, he’s able to escape her clutches - leaving the girl to glare through his windshield as he peels away. He makes promises that she’s safe and secure, so long as she listens and keeps to the shadows until he returns.
Hopper is now sat outside of the Reid residence - a fortress left cold and abandoned. The lack of life inside was eerily similar to the girl as she stumbled from the bed - hollow, and haunted. The windows held no light, but the moon casts a glow against the roughened edges, glass broken and shattered. He remembers the gut-wrenching feeling as he left the girl behind, surrendering to its pull until he wound up back in the neighborhood in the early morning. He sat and waited, just like now. He waits for something to shift in the dark, a threat to lurk around the corner whether it be human or creature. He remembers the painful silence and the burn in his eyes from a long stare unbroken, and then the sound of something coming to life from the sleepy depths. His ears ring as the explosion settles, windows rattling until cracks form and break away. The porch light flickers, beckoning him in closer, and Hopper’s on his feet, running without fear of what lay beyond that door. A home destroyed, a family ripped in two as her “protector” was long gone, leaving a frightened boy to hold her tight as they escaped into the night. It’s all a stark contrast to now - living on the edge of anticipation for something to disrupt the peace, only to fall flat in continued silence. Then, a glimmer. It flickers along the broken edges of the living room window, a small beam of light seen shifting inside before disappearing. Knuckles pale against the steering wheel, picturing Brenner sifting through the wreckage of her home before burning away the evidence. Another deeply kept secret born in the flames. It doesn’t settle well with Hopper, a snake constricting his insides, only to be set free as he races up the driveway with his gun drawn. He doesn’t push his way through like he had the night prior, opting for something more stealthy as he slips in with cautious steps. His back is up against the wall, a figure buried in the darkness. The officer checks every corner, heartbeat racing to the point he swears it’ll give out. The main floor seems untouched from his last moments inside, safe for the hell a teen girl brought with her, whatever that may be. Hopper creeps along in the shadows, allowing the lack of light to build shapes out of nothing. A creak in the floorboards echoes from above, freezing him on the spot as he casts a stern look towards the steps where fallen photographs lay. The light comes again, dancing along the wall before dwindling - and he follows after it like a moth to its demise.
Each step is carefully made, testing the surface with the touch of his toe before moving onward. He’s nearly made it to the top of the stairs when his heel meets glass, the crunch beneath forced pressure is painfully loud in the quiet home, putting both uninvited guests on edge. The man stills, eyes moving along the walkway and towards the darkened doorways, left open and exposed. There’s something there - lurking and creeping closer towards the frame, hoping to get a look at the intruder while remaining undetected. He appears in a silhouette, fallen strands of hair nearly obscuring his view of the man at the stairs. There’s a moment of relief as he studies the figure before sickening panic rises like bile in his throat as he stares down the barrel of the officer's gun - just like the night before. “Woah, woah, woah!” Steve calls out, now lurching from his hiding place with hands and flashlight up in the air, praying his surrender won’t end in his downfall. “It’s me! It’s me!” Now illuminated, Hopper’s anger is evident as he lowers the weapon, his chest filling and ready to unleash a building frustration. “Harrington?” “Yes! Yes, Harrington! Jesus Christ,” the adrenaline fades and the boy collapses against the railing, hands firm to support his weight. “You could’ve killed me!” “Or someone else could have!” the officer retorts, pulling himself up the last remaining steps, nearly charging after the boy until he towers above him. A bird of prey ready to pluck the weak from their place within the brush, hiding away. Or so they thought.
“What the hell are you doin’ here, huh? I thought I told you t’go home.” Steve retreats at the cruelness in his tone, hand fumbling with the light while the other gripped at the railing - steadying himself as Hopper refuses to give them space. “I did!” the boy defends, voice shaking. “I-I was home!” His reply only leaves Hopper to raise a brow in suspicion, hands held out to his sides expectantly, waiting for the explanation to follow suit. “I-I left some things here, s’all.” The other male takes a moment to study the boy in the dim lighting, the only new addition to his appearance being shoes that seemed to fit better than worn down, mold-infested loafers. “D’you find them?” he questions, watching as Steve slowly nods in response. “Good. Now get lost.” It’s a bold, and purposeful statement. They were only children at the center of it all. Thrust into this supernatural world, with danger around every corner and just beneath your feet. It was infuriating, yet admirable to watch them march towards the battlefield - like now. Steve had done as he asked. The boy delivered food and was forced to retreat back to safety before his parents began making phone calls about a missing son. He was free, yet somehow still found himself tiptoeing around the girl's home - risking it all.
Hopper steps to the side, arm held out in gesture for Steve to move on by - to slip out that front door and into the night, but he doesn’t move. Something entangles around his ankles to hold him in place. Something like curiosity, and fear. “What’re you waitin’ for?” The teen's gaze shifts in the dark, a hard swallow working its way down his throat - pushing down that fright, replaced with a shred of bravery. “I think you should see something," Steve's words are confident, strong, and convincing enough that Hopper doesn't argue against him. He merely watches as the boy slips by, the light dancing along the floor until it aims through an opened doorway. Worrisome eyes find Hopper, doused in the shadows and beckoning the man in for a closer look. To take in the secrets once buried inside the home. And buried, they stayed. Cabinets lined up against the far wall had been haphazardly opened and emptied. The desk toppled over, leaving stationary to scatter along the carpet, glass clinging to every fiber. The room had been torn to shreds at the hands of faceless men. Their only purpose in life is to keep darkness tucked away until all is forgotten. “Someone got here first,” Steve sighs out, casting a light on every corner to assess the true damage. “They went into her room, too. I don’t know what they’re lookin’ for, but they were hell-bent on finding it.” Hopper’s lips purse beneath a thick mustache, brows tight together as the scene plays out for him - men in uniform kicking their way through the damages, pocketing all they could. Jewelry was left behind, and any money goes ignored in vaults in favor of damning evidence on paper. Paper and files he needed in order to hold against them - to understand Autumn’s purpose in all of this. “Here,” he begins, offering out a small list with his own and the girl’s handwriting scattered across the sheet. It details every item she’s personally requested, the ink smudged from frantic scribbles. “I need you t’find these for me, okay?”
The all too brilliant light shines against the note, the boy's face twisted up in confusion as he reads it all over. He tries to ask about the girl he left behind in the cabin. But Hopper is quick to cut him off, ushering the boy away from the vacant office and down the hall, towards the teenager's room. He casts an uncertain gaze just over his shoulder, before studying the paper more carefully, vanishing into the darkness. Now alone, the officer seems to shift from calm, to desperate. He charges through the ruins, ripping open every cabinet in hopes of scraps left behind. But the storage is scraped clean, forcing him to pull them from the walls, searching within the shadows before lifting the fallen furniture and supplies. Anything - he needed anything and was left empty-handed. The man nearly trips over his feet as they carry him out into the hallway once more, moving in Steve’s direction. He finds an untouched bathroom - nothing sacred to be stolen, hidden away in the cupboards. Just next to it, Steve tiptoes through the girl's bedroom. He’s found a laundry basket and carefully begins to load it with various items - some from the list, others he believes she may want or need. The floor is darkened by broken pots, soil spilling out and trampled through, carving out a frantic path as multiple men tore her world to shreds. Clothes lay scattered, ripped from their hangers to drape over books of unimportance. It’s a sickening sight to take in, but he pulls himself away with the mission at the forefront of his mind. All the while, Steve nearly spins himself in circles to drink it all in. The place where he once lay covered in terracotta shards, her bed flipped on its side to find hidden treasures.
His partner in all of this is racing down the stairs, the distress leaving his heart to tremble and roar like thunder in his ears. It’s a disorientating sensation. The tips of his fingers trace along the walls as he moves, just to keep him locked in reality - body unwavering. The living room holds less attention than the rooms upstairs, and for that he’s grateful. He remembers the books lined up perfectly, some spines tattered with time and others perfectly pristine. He becomes reckless and crazed, stacking them up in his arms, ignoring the heavy burden as he moves out the front door to carelessly toss them into the trunk. But it’s not enough, his chest aches for more. Something to satiate the need for truth before it chokes out his fire. He swipes the pill vials left in the kitchen, pocketing them as he moves with purpose. Her father's room is decorated in beige, cream, and brown with burnt orange curtains to hang over dark windows. It’s been visited, too. The sheets ripped up with the mattress laying slanted off to the side. His closet opened, and given the same treatment Autumns had endured. The wall shelving echoed with emptiness, objects tipped over without care. He knows they’ve taken all they could - all they truly needed, but still, he believes something must have been ignored or unseen. So, he digs. Bedside tables are opened to find nothing of importance. The bench just at the end of the bed is filled with small nothings and a photo album, he adds it to a small collection on the bed before running his hands along areas they would not think to check. Hidden compartments beneath the wooden furniture, a hole cut through the carpet to reveal a secret hiding place. Something sewn into fabric - easily missed unless you went looking for it. He nearly gives up as the sweat collects on his brow - this open space beginning to suffocate the man. But calloused fingers run along leather backing just behind the headboard, and time seems to stop. A notebook is pulled from the shadows, once resting comfortably out of view on a thin ledge. Hopper takes a moment for himself, hands nearly trembling with anticipation before he flips to the last page filled in.
I don’t see her anymore. Every day, she becomes a little less of herself and more of someone else. I didn’t think it would be like this so soon - or maybe time really has just flown by. He tells me to keep her in line, but it feels too late to try. I wonder if he would be so bold if he was forced to face her. To face him.
I've done what I could. I did what I promised. Only time will tell now.
The journal is tucked between the pages of the album for security - not bothering to continue reading, knowing this may be enough to confess an ugly secret. Lies on his tongue and truth pouring from the ink. He only wishes Ian hadn’t been so cowardly - and that his bloodied fist could pull honesty out by the roots, forceful.
Steve hurries down the steps with the basket piled high - far more than what Hopper had asked for. The pair meet in the entryway, masked by the night. “I can bring more if you just-” “No,” the elder man spits out, hoisting the basket up onto his hip as it’s carried out to the truck. “What d’you mean, ‘no’?” Her belongings are set carefully in the back, a heavy sigh on his lips as they face one another. “You’re not even supposed t’be here, kid. You’re putting yourself in danger by even getting involved.” The boy's face contorts, seeming appalled by his words. “I’m sorry, are we forgetting that I was there, too? I am involved! If someone wants t’hurt Autumn, then - well, I’m not letting that happen.” His words are bold, and filled with confidence as he stands proud before Hopper, palms resting over hips. The officer slumps against the chilled surface, a hand running along his face as he tries to sort through scattered thoughts. But warm eyes dig through his weakened shield, tired and beaten down by the events and his lack of sleep. “Let her decompress, okay? And then - then, we’ll just see, okay?” The boy is reluctant to agree but nods along for the time being - watching as the man slips away and towards the driver's side. “What about school?” he calls out from his lone place in the driveway. “They’ll be calling here - they’ll be calling her dad.” Fingers pinch at the bridge of his nose - letting the pieces of this puzzle scramble even more, making his work harder and longer. “And what about Jonathan? He’s going t’find out she’s gone-” The flow stops as he notices Hopper’s hand held out to silence him, letting it all catch up to him at once. “I’ll figure it out, okay? Just - just go home, kid. And for God’s sake, try t’stay out of trouble.”
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While I’m sure all capes’ personalities change a bit in response to their passengers’ conflict-seeking behavioral drives, I also feel like some capes are able to work with their passengers especially well because they already had such drives. In particular, I feel like Taylor was always the type of person whose negative emotions drove her to seek out conflict, even before her passenger. That is, if her father is any indication.
Its a well-established observation that Taylor often feels lost when she isn’t burying herself in some goal, usually one that puts her in direct odds with several powerful people who she knows will respond with force. But due to his relative powerlessness, it often gets overlooked how Danny Hebert matches his daughter in this regard. Consider the incidents where he steps up the most as a father—it’s not to comfort Taylor when she appears stressed by the bullies, it’s not to confront her when she comes back from her late-night excursion. He more-or-less fails at such tasks when he tries them, and comes up with several rationalizations about why he shouldn’t even make attempts. Its only when he’s fighting against someone for her, facing off against figures who would do her harm, that he fully and confidently performs the duties of a father. Meeting with the school authorities about Emma’s bullying campaign, siding with Taylor during her interrogation at the PRT headquarters, providing testimony to get her into the Chicago wards—its in such instances where he’s at his most animated, his most capable, even if his efforts are stymied. Its also where Taylor is most appreciative of him, regardless of outcome, indicating that its an effective means of emotionally connecting with his daughter. But while he’s arguably excellent at advocating for Taylor, fighting the good fight against unfair administrators and unyielding bureaucracies, he has almost no ability to help her otherwise. He doesn’t know how to talk to Taylor about her problems, or how to be someone she can take solace in. He avoids bringing up his concerns as a parent because he can’t see himself doing so without acting aggressive and combative. He’s a machine built for conflict, routinely made impotent by problems that conflict can’t solve. Much like Taylor was, until her cape career put her in a situation where every problem really was a nail.
Danny’s aggressive nature, and how it affects his behavior, is much the same as Taylor’s. Like her, he can be incredibly intimidating despite a relatively unassuming appearance—what Taylor accomplishes with cold displays of violence, Danny achieves with his legendary anger. He’s described as breaking into tirades that “leave people shaking,” even to the point of people fearing for their safety. Like Taylor, he probably leans on this fairly often in his day-to-day. It’s a trait that seems useful for a worker representative—I know I’d want my union rep to be someone bosses wouldn’t want to piss off, and WoG suggests that Danny’s ability to keep his position reflects well on his abilities in this arena (though I may be over-interpreting). Taylor, similarly, relies on intimidation extensively in her career as a cape (this arguably becomes even more true once she goes hero). Their intimidating nature can also be hard to control in both cases—Danny has a hard time keeping a lid on his anger, and Taylor often uses her reputation as a crutch for her lack of charm. Both of them know this about themselves, however, which pushes them to inaction in many situations where the alternative would risk damaging outbursts. Most tragically, each Hebert’s ability to communicate with the other is hampered by this fear. Danny avoids confronting Taylor directly about her truancy and late-night excursions because he doesn’t want to risk getting worked up and yelling at her, something he made a promise to himself to avoid. Taylor avoids telling Danny about her lifestyle because she doesn’t want him to be frightened of his supervillain daughter, especially upon seeing how ruthless she can get. Both are actually fairly justified in their fears: Danny damaged Taylor’s ability to confide in him by blowing up at her teachers in the hospital, and Taylor very nearly scared Danny into giving up on her after killing Tagg in front of him.
All this makes me curious about how Taylor would ultimately respond to the continued bullying campaign if she never got her powers. In the story as told, she is incredibly passive regarding her treatment, avoiding it when possible and taking it silently when not. Emma speculates this is an attempt to stave them off by not giving them a reaction. While this may have been initially true, in the first chapter Taylor states that she now avoids fighting back because she fears she’d quickly escalate into going “full Carrie” on the school. Paradoxically, in a world where Taylor had less power to level against her assailants, she may have been more likely to indulge in a violent outburst, as she would have less need to fear the consequences: the greater school isn’t in danger without her swarm, and no birdcage would await her if she wasn’t a cape.
TLDR: Taylor would have decked Emma a lot sooner if she never got powers.
#worm#wildbow#parahumans#danny hebert#taylor hebert#this post brought to you by listening to the Worm Full-Cast Audiobook#y'all should give it a listen#leo reads worm#leo says
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I think, perhaps, what I actually dislike about Zuko's S3 fieldtrip episodes is that he doesn't get nearly enough credit for what he does in them. Zuko has spent three years struggling with shame, anger, and feelings of inadequacy over his bending. Yet in the three field trips, he becomes for the GAang the person he had needed during those three years. He surpasses his Uncle in a way, and he is able to give the GAang the help he had not been able to give himself back then.
1. Aang has been struggling with fire, because he tried to do something he wasn't ready for, tried to jump ahead in his lessons without fully recognizing the possible consequences of his actions. Because he lacked sufficient self control for the lessons he'd argued his way into with someone older and doubtful of his skills, an innocent person got burned for his recklessness. After getting an innocent person burned, Aang becomes afraid of fire and struggles with how to move forward from his own actions.
In S3, Zuko struggles with his fire, too, and then learns the true meaning of fire alongside Aang. Nevertheless, he is still also able to guide Aang, to provide knowledge and insight that expand upon the lesson from the dragons, and to teach Aang how to master the fire that he now better understands and is no longer afraid of.
2. Sokka has recently experienced a terrible military defeat. He blames himself for his people's capture and possible deaths, and he becomes impulsive and reckless due to his feelings of shame and his loss of confidence in his leadership skills. He even emotionally manipulates Zuko, claiming that he lost his honor to ensure that Zuko won't tell the others about his dangerous, impulsive, reckless plan to heroically accomplish an impossible task that will impress his father and thus give himself back the confidence he has lost in himself.
So Zuko helps him plan and execute this impossible, ridiculous task. Because of Zuko's help, not only does Sokka succeed at freeing his father, he also finds and frees Suki - getting Zuko found out and temporarily captured in the process. Finally, Zuko helps Sokka escape the prison they'd walked themselves into, even though Zuko had been discovered and captured, and Sokka even gets the chance to save Zuko's life after having gotten Zuko captured with his impulsive actions in the first place.
3. Lastly, there is Katara. Katara, who is angry and hurting and lost. Katara, who feels alone and like no one appreciates or understands her anger, like no one is taking her fear and frustrations seriously. Katara, who still struggled with the loss of her mom to powerful forces she couldn't fight when she was a child, and who pushed her fear and pain outwards as anger whenever her compassion was returned with unexpected pain. Katara, who felt betrayed by someone she had trusted (someone who the people around her have come to trust and believe in by TSR episode), and who as a consequence had lost the ability to trust in herself.
And Zuko validates her anger, gives her the chance to face the man who had caused her life's greatest tragedy, and validates her too when she finally chooses to value life and compassion again over her need for revenge.
Anyways, Zuko is an amazing character and his redemption arc is genuinely so well done.
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Long post ahead because I have a lot of thoughts/ideas and ADHD makes me chronically unable to get to the fucking point.
So after thinking about it, if I were to change one thing about The Quarry, it would ABSOLUTELY be the backstory going on with Eliza and Silas and the overall setup to the events of the game. Because as it stands, even if it's probably meant to be a reference to The Wolfman, not only is the whole Harum Scarum plotline pretty fucking racist against the Roma people (who are consistently used and stereotyped in media even in the modern age and is my main gripe), but it also REALLY doesn't make a whole lot of sense given the timeline of the game.
Like, it's meant to be taking place in 2020/2021 somewhere in the U.S., with the fire and Silas's escape taking place six years prior. When the fresh hell was the last time a "Traveling Freakshow" actually toured around the country? I highly doubt Eliza would've gotten away with locking her disabled (because friendly reminder most people with albinism are at least partially blind due to the lack of pigment in their eyes) son in a cage and exploiting his condition by showing him off as an oddity in 2014/2015 without the police and CPS immediately getting called on her ass and the whole thing getting shut down. Like I get law enforcement is often pretty useless, but probability-wise eventually SOMEONE would've looked into it. It doesn't make much sense in a modern context and feels really shoehorned in, in addition to being pretty insensitive.
So my vision of a rewrite. I feel like rather than grapple with potential negative stereotypes, we should remove any sort of "ethnic flavor" to Eliza and Silas in addition to the whole "travelling freakshow" plotline, in favor of having them be residents of North Kill at the time. If we wanted to retain an air of mystery about them and keep a lot of Eliza's "spooky" aesthetics, perhaps they only recently moved in. Eliza herself maybe is recognized as an occultist or is a practicing witch of some form, which combined with her loner tendencies and temperament probably doesn't make her particularly popular in this small, rural town. Maybe runs a taxidermy shop out of her home for an actual living; adds to the "spooky" and also makes sense in an area where hunting is probably popular.
Silas himself is probably "officially" homeschooled, and seldom-seen by most of the populace except for perhaps the rare occasion he accompanied his mother out of the house (and clung to her like a lifeline the entire time, with Eliza herself keeping an iron grip on him in turn), or is glimpsed peeking out his bedroom window, or staring down customers of the taxidermy shop from around the corner or the top of the stairs, but never really talking to anyone. And never really allowed to, for that matter, nor does he ever seem allowed to play with any of the other kids in town either. Even though he very much seems to long for companionship. And occasionally, the observant individual may be able to see blood on the kid, by his mouth or nails, for example. And unknown to the other folks in North Kill, on the night of the full moon, is locked away in a cage in the middle of the woods near the home to prevent him from harming anyone when he changes.
Essentially, what I'm going for is that Eliza isolates her son, either out of possessiveness or fear that he might harm or bite someone, even accidentally. Certainly abusive through these actions - but in a way that I feel leaves a lot of interpretation up to the viewers as to how sympathetic she actually is because while it's certainly doing no favors for Silas in terms of social and emotional development and fulfillment, and ultimately leaving him VERY dependent on his mother, it can very much be seen as attempts to reduce harm on Eliza's part. And on the flip side, how much of it is genuinely wanting to keep people from getting hurt versus a desire to have control over her son. And overall makes for a much more compelling narrative.
At any rate, I feel like it also gives room for Kaylee and Caleb to observe Silas and his situation, maybe even get some kind of bond going if we wanted to make things even sadder. We know that Kaylee was very outgoing and kind - I could see her attempting to reach out to what she saw as a shy, scared little boy. Maybe she'd sit down and try to talk to him when his Mama's attention was diverted, or when she accompanied her grandpa and uncle Bobby to Eliza's to have their latest trophy preserved and mounted. On that note, hell, maybe Eliza softened a little and begrudgingly allowed the Hackett girl to entertain her boy; it made Silas happy, and she seemed to have a way with him.
All of this of course leading up to a presumably 12-14 year old Kaylee and Caleb discovering a caged Silas in the woods. Night has not yet fallen; Eliza makes sure to lock him up WELL before sunset so she herself is not at risk. Kaylee asks Caleb to run to Eliza's and keep her distracted while she frees Silas and gets him away so they can go to the Sheriff. Caleb starts the fire, which is probably NOT what Kaylee meant by a distraction, and meets up with her and Silas after the latter's been freed. Night is falling while the fire blazes out of control, having spread to the woods and possibly to a couple other buildings in town (claiming the lives of most of the North Kill sheriff's office), Silas transforms and bites Caleb before fleeing into the wilderness, and the story progresses as normal.
Anyways that's how I'd rewrite it. It's a lot more realistic I think and adds a lot of weight to Eliza's grudge towards the Hacketts, since they'd probably interact with her for business and if Silas was fond of Kaylee ahead of time. Since maybe Eliza would see it as a betrayal in this context. Also puts Kaylee and Caleb's shortsighted plan into the context of dumbass preteens making a very bad decision in the panic of seeing their pseudo-baby brother (since Silas was maybe what, 6 or 7?) locked up in a cage like an animal.
Anyways shutting up now hope y'all liked my brain worms.
#the quarry#eliza vorez#silas vorez#kaylee hackett#caleb hackett#rewrite#spoilers#brain worms#supermassive games
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|| Bleach || Jewel Stone || Character Development ||
Notes about what guide Jewel's actions and the lens through which she perceives the world.
|| Desires ||
Freedom. Jewel wants to have total control over her life and full autonomy to do whatever she wants. She doesn't want to be tied down to anything.
To find an occupation she's happy with. Jewel isn't content with her path in life and seeks to change it, but feels stuck in her position as a lieutenant. She's too prideful to transfer divisions or quit, and flatly refuses the idea of parting with her zanpakuto should she leave the Gotei.
To have full control over her zanpakuto and to hone it to its full power. A running theme in Jewel's story is control, and she struggles to control her own weapon, Hyouhakyoku. It's locked in a permanent Shikai state due to her immense spiritual energy and inability to fully control it.
Not only this, but her zanpakuto's spirit despises the fact that Jewel cannot control it and inflicts frostbite upon her body as punishment. The bite of her blade rules her body every waking moment. It aches, numbs her senses, and makes her look like a corpse under her uniform at its worst. It is the most distracting thing in her life.
Achieve all of her goals on her own. Personal satisfaction. It's a pride thing.
To be alone. Ideally, she wants to rely on only herself.
To survive.
To always have a challenge. Jewel would never want to be the strongest shinigami or the strongest being. She's always looking for opponents stronger than herself to face. She wants to find her own limits and surpass them, and never stop that cycle.
|| Fears ||
To feel caged in any way. Being stuck with her current job forever. Imprisonment. The inverse of the freedom she desires. Jewel fears having her autonomy robbed from her and being forced to look at herself without a sense of control. Feeling like a cornered animal with no options would bring out the worst in her, and engaging with that side of her without her consent is a state of being she would want to avoid at all costs.
Losing control over her zanpakuto and being devoured by it. Hyouhakyoku is among the most powerful ice zanpakuto in Soul Society, being capable of creating a large scale ice age at its full power. It's a difficult responsibility and power to handle, and Jewel struggles to hone it, as much she hates to admit it.
There are already considerable cracks in the surface to her facade of control, most notably in her reiatsu and how her zanpakuto is locked in a permanent Shikai state. An effect of her lack of control shows through on her body in the form of frostbite. Most of the time it's hidden underneath her clothing, but it may be seen on her fingers or her face, and is always seen during combat.
At her worst, the frostbite has eaten parts of her down to her bones and will take days to heal. Full loss of control would kill her, but it's not death she fears, it's the failure in not being good enough to control her weapon. She doesn't want her efforts to amount to nothing.
Lightning. More on this here.
Platonic and romantic commitment. Jewel has been let down by friends, partners, and family figures alike over the centuries, and she has done others the same way. She has found significant connections with others to be nearly pointless. People have, lied, died, and betrayed her in the past. She perceives herself to not be the best kind of friend to have, and given the issues she has with her zanpakuto on top of it all, she keeps an emotional wall between herself and others, even those who've managed to get close to her. The closest ones know that Jewel doesn't let them all the way into her heart.
In one way or another, people will leave her, so she chooses not to care too much about them. To her it's an inevitability, so why bother? At least, that's what she tells herself. In truth, it's a mindset she struggles with at times because there's a part of her soul that craves connections with others. She views the want as a flaw.
|| Misbeliefs ||
She can only count on herself. Jewel believes achieving goals and building herself up are things only she can do. She refuses to ask for help or rely on others to help her. Whatever happens she will figure out a way to pull herself through.
Being in control will avoid the ultimate failure. Messing up is inevitable, but as long she can make the choice to keep trying, she will. Control is everything, particularly with her weapon. She knows she'll figure it out on her own. She just needs time.
Given her past, love is a lost cause. Dying friendships and dead romances. Family betrayals and disappointing leadership. It all flows like a cycle. Jewel has seen it all, and at this point she thinks she's supposed to be alone -- not an idea that came out of sadness but an inevitability she's supposed to accept. She keeps others at a distance and uses them in a transactional way. Loneliness is a temporary disturbance that will pass.
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⚔️ WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF? ⚔️
███ “LUPA” █████
winter and death
you’re known for your self-discipline and rigidity. although you may be perceived as cold and intimidating by those who don’t directly worship you, you’re actually quite fair and polite. your followers pray to you for a safe winter and peaceful death.
// Yeah, I could totally see this being accurate. Lupa is well-known amongst her team for her remarkable display of constant restraint and rigidity. This includes wearing a collar and muzzle when around other people to prevent any sort of unforeseen accident due to the nature of her existence. She regards herself not just as an animal, but a monster, and her greatest fear is hurting or even killing the people she cares about. She self-imposes isolation- she stays away from most of the others, preferring to watch over them from afar. Paired with generally apathetic demeanor, lack of sociability, and intimidating appearance, Lupa tends to come off as cold. In reality though, she’s very considerate and polite. She leans down so she doesn’t look so big and scary, speaks softly, and offers assistance when asked. Additionally, she takes very great care to spend time with Alice and help keep her safe. There’s a lot of mystery and tragedy that surrounds Lupa and her cold demeanor, so controlling the domains of winter and death would suit her well.
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Tagging: @rathalascendant (Ratha :3c) @shamisenson @tacticalvalor (the 141) @fledermuse (Jane) @seeasunset @sithsjedi (Shi'al) and anyone else who feels up for it!
#dash game : i’ve been caught up in a riptide#about : you’re just a lost cause#( ocm : lupa the fanged sword )#tagged : maybe it's me#mutual : all of my best friends#dragetunge
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Class of Heroes AU: Worst Fears
I come to you with more HC’s, this time about what frightens our heroic kiddies the most! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Thanks to Sparky again for helping with these ideas! Once again, keep an eye out for a matching post with the villains!
Marinette: One of Marinette’s greatest fears is that she will fail to accomplish her goals, and in doing so bring dishonor upon her family, made worse by the fact that she’s technically disobeying them being here. She also carries the dread that she will one day fail as a warrior and be unable to protect those she holds dear.
Adrien: Drilled into him by his father since he was a child, Adrien harbors a deep fear of the thugs and ruffians of the world. But perhaps what he dreads most is that someday he will be forced back into his tower, away from Marinette, Kagami and all his friends. He also fears that one day his power will be unable to heal a friend when they need it most.
Alya: Like her best friend, Alya carries a paralyzing fear of failure and not reaching the goals she sets for herself. She’s worked too hard to not get what she’s after! She also dreads failing to provide for her family and friends, as well as people who practice dark magic and hoodoo. (She doesn’t mind general voodoo. She grew up near the bayou, and heck, Mama Odie practically helped raise her!)
Nino: Like all Fairy Godfolk, Nino fears that his wand will someday end up in the wrong hands. (The wands have magical safeguards, of course, but cunning villains have managed to break them before!) He also dreads letting people down and failing to make their dreams come true, as is his purpose.
Rose: Rose loves her older brother, Ali, with all her heart, but unfortunately, most of her village doesn’t feel the same, seeing him as a crackpot lunatic for his eccentric ways. Due to this, she fears that he will be taken to the town asylum in her absence. And due to a terrible experience in the woods around the time she first met Juleka, she is terrified of wolves.
Juleka: Stemming from traumatic past experiences, Juleka has a deep terror of angry mobs, especially of the pitchforks-and-torches variety! She also fears being unable to break the curse, not so much for remaining a beast, but for losing her family and other loved ones as they are left inanimate, dormant household objects.
Max: Max doesn’t talk much about the time before he came to FPA, and with good reason. At his previous school, a terrible fire broke out and his cousin Terrance was unable to make it out due to trying to save one of their teachers. Since then, Max has had a haunting fear of flames and burning buildings.
Kim: The young demigod desires nothing more than to be a true hero, and because of this he deals with the constant fear that his strength won’t be enough and he will fail to save someone, especially someone he cares about. Additionally, due to his experiences with the people in his hometown, he fears accidentally harming his friends with his lack of control over his strength.
Ivan: Stemming from a traumatic childhood experience at the famed ‘Festival of Fools’, Ivan has a terrible fear of being tied up or bound in chains. (When some of the Royals, who saw the event on television, tied him up in the amphitheater as a prank, he had a panic attack.) Being unable to run or say anything as people laughed and jeered at him has stuck with him for years.
Mylene: With everything that the woman has attempted to do to her, it should come as no surprise that Mylene is terrified of her stepmother and anything related to her. She also has a deep fear of being poisoned, and refuses to touch red delicious apples due to a traumatic experience.
Alix: Having been forced to grow up as a thief and urchin in the streets, Alix fears that one day she will no longer have a place to call home and have to fight to survive again. She also has a deep fear of being imprisoned for her tendency to steal due to a childhood trauma.
Nathaniel: Given the circumstances of his curse, Nathaniel harbors a deep hatred and terror for needles of any kind, especially those of a spinning wheel! But running even deeper than that is his fear of being alone, rooted in the fear of failing to break his curse and waking up having long outlived all of his loved ones.
Sabrina: Obviously, Sabrina fears the things you would expect of a wooden girl: fire, axes, saws, the works. But one thing she fears the most is being forced to act as a plaything to entertain people again, being tied up with strings. (She also had a fear of whales, due to a frightening encounter with the terrible Monstro, but meeting some of Ondine’s whale friends has helped her begin to get over it!)
Chloé: Before she started to turn her life around, Chloé always feared that one day she would lose her wealth and be left as a pathetic peasant. Nowadays, she fears being deemed unworthy of forgiveness and ending up loved by no one. (She doesn’t really have to worry though!)
Marc: The heir of Arendelle’s greatest fear is accidentally harming or even killing someone with his ice magic, especially Nathaniel or one of his friends. While he is coming around to embracing his powers, there will always be that belief that he’s dangerous that was drilled into him for so long.
Zoé: With the years of abuse she suffered at the hands of the cruel woman, it’s almost inevitable that Zoé would fear her mother as well anything that reminds her of Audrey even slightly. She also has extreme claustrophobia, stemming from being locked in a small closet as punishment for being “disobedient”.
Ondine: The loss of her beloved mother has given Ondine a deeply-rooted fear of both pirates and storms at sea. She’ll never forget that terrible day when Queen Elsie met her demise amongst the jagged rocks of their favorite grotto. She also is not fond of fisherman or anyone who cooks fish, for obvious reasons…
Kagami: Kagami would never admit it to anyone, but she fears bears as much as her mother despises them! She was just four years old when she came face to face with Yamikuma, the demon bear’s gaping maw and jagged teeth just inches away from her. She may not let on, but that moment haunts her nightmares.
Aurore: Aurore sets incredibly high standards for herself, so it shouldn’t surprise you to learn that she deeply fears that she will let people, especially Sabrina, down as the fairy that is meant to guide them through life. In addition to this, related to the preservation of her kind, she also fears people losing faith in the power of wishing stars.
Mireille: Mireille carries a deep-seated fear of stampedes, stemming from the memory of seeing her mother being ran over by wildebeests as a young cub. Feeling the ground shake will trigger these terrible memories for the poor princess. She also has a long-standing fear of hyenas, and of failing to make her late mother proud.
Jean: Jean harbors a deeply-rooted fear of being rejected and unloved by his people and his friends, which manifests as a dread of being rendered ugly. (Such as when he was transformed into a llama!) Deep down, he just wants to be liked, though he may not let on outwardly.
Denise: If there’s one thing that Denise knows, it’s that a steady arcade game is nothing to sneeze at! They are very lucky to have remained in operation, and seeing the homeless game characters in Game Central Station has left them with the fear of seeing their own game unplugged. They also fear rejection from their loved ones over their status as a ‘bad guy’.
Simon: Unlike the original Boy Who Never Grew Up, Simon ended up in Neverland, raised by the fairies when he was abandoned at no more than seven years old. This left him with a deep fear of being discarded and left behind again, and is why he tries so hard to be fun to be around and well-liked. He also dreads growing up, though his friends and, of course, Denise are helping him get over this!
Ismael: Unsurprisingly, being a freed genie, Ismael harbors a deep dread that one day he will somehow be forced back into servitude. (Not that his friends would ever let that happen!) Having had experiences with this in the past, he also fears being forced to serve the hand of evil.
Reshma: Having been held up as the ‘Golden Child’ of her family since she was very young, Reshma fears that she will fail to meet the high expectations on her and let everyone down. She also, like most of her family, fears one day losing her gift and being of no use to anyone.
Robette: One of Cosette’s most terrifying memories is when a fan riot broke out at a public appearance by their band. One of the boys had his leg broken and several spectators were badly injured. It stuck with Cosette for a long time and ever since, it’s feared a repeat of the incident!
Lacey: Having been something of an outsider back in Pixie Hollow for her ‘outlandish’ ideas, Lacey greatly fears that one day the people she cares about will decide she isn’t worth their time. (Despite frequent reassurance from Simon) She’s also a bit afraid of being captured by pirates, due to bad past experiences…
And there it was folks! These are the kids’ worst fears! As always, leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs! Keep an eye out for Sparky with the villains’ fears!
(Fun fact: Ondine’s fear is a reference to The Little Mermaid 3: Ariel’s Beginning! Go give it a watch, it’s a fun prequel!)
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jennie || on & off camera personality; tarot reading
✦ On Camera Personality:
cards: ten of cups, strength, hierophant (three of cups)
On camera, Jennie tries to come off as wholesome and put-together as possible, as she's extremely aware of her position and the responsibilities and expectations associated with it. This image, though, is almost too perfect; it's heavily idealized. She's trying to keep up a front that is flawless; the appearance of someone who has reached peak happiness in life. However, this is due to her wanting to avoid looking ungrateful or to give people more ammunition against her.
At this point, she knows more or less what people like, and what will keep them from turning on her, so that's what she resorts to. It is very hard for her to get a foot out of the square she has drawn around her, which leads to her looking a little too restrained and unresponsive at times, but it keeps her safe - both idol Jennie and "real life" Jennie.
At last, as much as she lacks vulnerability and raw emotion when she's on camera, she serves as a very good pillar of strength and as a stabilizer when everything/everyone else is disordely or overly emotional. Specially when she is around the other Blackpink members, she can provide some balance to make sure it all runs smoothly even when all of the members are pulling the rope in different directions.
✦ Off Camera Personality:
cards: ten of swords (moon reversed, ace of swords), king of pentacles, justice
When she's off camera, her exhaustion, anxiety and fears come all crashing down on her. Because she doesn't have to pretend to be perfect and happy any longer, she lets all of her walls down and surrenders herself completely to the negativity that she was forced to push away while on camera. Unlike Rosé (as we saw here), who is constantly going over these things whenever she's going about her normal life, Jennie might just let it all out in one big cry and move on. Truly, she just seeks to find clarity and peace of mind, so facing the dark side of her mind and heart is necessary for her in those particular moments.
At the same, though, we can see that off camera Jennie is extremely dependable, stable and disciplined. She takes her commitments very seriously, both personally and in regards to her career. Plus, building long-term financial security is a very big focus for her, so she might spend a lot of her time creating connections and learning about new business opportunities that could help her achieve that goal.
It might even surprise some people to see how much more serious and logical Jennie is in real life, compared to the image she puts out when she's on camera. She's a no-nonsense person, honest and fair; she has no problem letting her truths out, and neither is she easily manipulated by others.
✦ What off camera personality traits would she like to show on camera?
cards: four of pentacles, chariot, two of wands
I don't think Jennie has a lot more that she wants to show on camera, to be completely honest. She's pretty satisfied with the control that she has due to her image, and how it allows her to keep certain things private and away from public scrutiny. If anything, she'd just like to show more of her ambitious, disciplined and driven side - perhaps behind the scenes things, when she's making deals and leading a team in a creative project.
Additionally, it feels like she'd enjoy if people showed more recognition for her vision and creativity, as well as for her potential outside of just being an idol. However, in that sense, she might actually be looking into finding ways to show that off in the future. It could be through a number of very diversified projects, or even through personal content (on her youtube channel, for example).
(Disclaimer: all readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)
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12/25 for my 25 Anime special. This character was requested.
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, delusions, manipulation, controlling behavior, strict behavior, punishment, abduction, isolation
Yandere Beatrix Sakamaki Hc's
🔹Technically speaking, Beatrix is a good person but sadly also rather awkward. Even with centuries on this planet, she seems to have problems expressing her feelings properly to her darling which is why she often comes over as a strict and cold person. There are indeed certain expectations she has on her darling since she is a bit obsessed with her s/o being perfect just like her son Reiji. She forces a lot on you similar to what Shu has to go through because of her. Behavior is highly valued in her eyes and so she does belittle and chides you when you do something wrong and gives a mild punishment.
🔹From all vampires in the Diabolik Lovers series, she is still one of the very few people who isn't very sadistic. She loves her s/o very much but due to her awkward personality and lack of knowledge how to handle an obsession over a human, she unwittingly ends up scaring you a bit and giving off the wrong expression. She is the second wife of Karlheinz so you'd expect her to not be very experienced when it comes to a relationship yet she appears to be aware of her own obsession she has. Beatrix doesn't want to look as clumsy as she feels with her feelings though, especially in front of her sons since she wants to raise them properly. She's also paranoid that Cordelia will try to hurt or even kill you since she hates Beatrix for birthing the oldest children. For that reason alone she is protective enough to never let you leave her side.
🔹The second wife doesn't seem like a jealous or possessive type which is mainly because she does not let you leave her side or let you see the outside world again. As her partner you shouldn't bother yourself with unnecessary things like the outside world and with that also everyone outside apart from her sons. She views other people as a bad influence who will taint you and everything she's taught you. She isn't jealous when her own children spend time with you either since she is willing to admit that you are in some aspects better with her boys than she is. Especially since she sort of neglects Reiji and favors Shu since he is the firstborn son.
🔹Since we already know how she feels about the outside world, you must know the answer to her opinion about kidnapping as well. Now, in that aspect Beatrix might be a bit more delusional because whilst she views her fixation on you as rather unhealthy, she doesn't view the abduction part as really bad. Her s/o should see it as a favor to be away from all impudent and uneducated monkeys who forgot how manners work and will be willing and dedicated to teach you what other humans failed to teach you. She thinks of kidnapping more as a privilege since you shouldn't get soiled by the disgusting world outside of the castle with drunk and violent people.
🔹As a lady of manners, Beatrix sees herself above falling for petty and primal emotions. She knows better than to charge in without thinking and she has almost zero reasons to kill someone. Who is there left besides her sons anyways after she took you under her arms? The only person she is really afraid of is Cordelia since that nasty woman tries to constantly attack you since she knows that Beatrix treasures you in her own awkward way. She fears that Karlheinz might attempt something as well but looking on how he is in general completely uninterested about what everyone in the castle does as long as they follow his orders, she sees him as the smaller threat for now. Never someone to soil her hands, she normally orders a servant to do the dirty work or poisons someone. Reiji sometimes takes care of a potential pest as well because not only does he want to be acknowledged by Beatrix, if you pay attention to him and praise him he might start to become quite possessive and obsessive over you as well.
🔹Taking everything into account, Beatrix is probably one of the nicest people to have as a Yandere. Her impassive side is a facade since she does not know how to romance someone properly but with time she probably warms up if her s/o is the patient and understanding type. The chances are big that Shu and Reiji will grow up viewing you as their real other parent and turning into platonic Yanderes themselves. Beatrix isn't even opposed to that since it means that she can count on her sons to protect you as well and since she kind of hopes that with you she can fix the dysfunctional family dynamic.
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Hello, I deleted my og post in a haste due to the situation w Vellmori and I don’t plan to return since they crossed That Rubicon so in a sense what I have here is my final theory (change da world) and on that I have in mind to share it w as much Ishmael posters as possible:
https://www.tumblr.com/ishcliff/723826237089464320
I made it before 4.5, thoughts?
Answered under the read more
So in Ishmaels base Identity she has wrath (skill one), gluttony (skill two), and gloom (skill three) which all tie into her character
(However all her passive are based on wrath resonance)
(That and most of her identities do either have wrath or gloom included in them, so they seem pretty central towards her character)
Afaik distortion is based on Carmen trying to bring out someone's "true self" (but also depends on a person denying the truth of the situation instead of fully and whole heartedly accepting it and all its flaws). So if Ishmael were to distort I think she'd have to fully believe that no one (and I mean no one, not on the bus nor herself) could survive an encounter with the whale (Or survive the lake in general) along with a fear of facing a direct recreation of her past. (However, due to her recent actions it doesn't exactly seem like she trusts her current coworkers as much as she did her crewmates. It seems more like she despises them a bit)
In Olga's page story she's given a warp train ticket by Myo. At the end of it she says "I wouldn’t have taken it if I’d known it’d bring us to this complete lunacy." I feel like that could tie in with Ishmael (in a 'I would've never gotten onto this ship if I knew we'd face that whale" deal). That and considering she is booked it could lead to parallels of her distorting (but also since Olga was released if Ishmael did distort I don't think she will "fully" distort).
Another connection between Roland and Ishmael is that they're both haunted by very drastic events that were outside of their control and ended up as one of the main survivors (Roland killing the Pianist before Argalia and Ishmael surviving the Whale)
Roseate desire (pink shoes) is an abnormalty linked to red shoes (which starts to control the user when worn). I think her having a pink shoes ego could be giving up some sort of freedom or control over her life (the same can be applied to Hong Lu however he never really had control over his life). It's a low point of giving up your free will.
I can't exactly state on Capote (ego) since Brazen Bull is written by Meursault (which would show more of his opinion) and Ardor Blossom Star's abnormality has yet to be seen as a boss and have an observation log.
Capote requires two wrath, two lust, and one sloth. Ardor Blossom Star requires four wrath, two lust, and one envy.
(If I had to guess it's over Ishmael's wrath at the situation and lust for something more. Sloth is a lack of acting vs envy which wants something someone else has)
(I will say that Peccatulum Morositatis is also written by Meursault so I can't exactly tie it to Ishmael besides the fact that it gives a "sinking feeling")
(https://retcons.github.io/limbus-logs/ <- where I'm getting my abno log info but I can understand the link between Ishmael and Meursault considering they "both deal with the sea / beach" in ways)
Considering in Dantes notes we know that the base egos are their rooms (with rodion complaining about Heathcliff's lighting ) she definitely has to face the sea often.
In most of her Identities she will apply sinking or tremor (burn only from Liu Identity. She applies charge and poise on herself in other identities)
I will say. Considering 4.5 and how Heathcliff said something along the lines of 'you're just like me' I do think if she distorted he would be one of the ones to break her out of it (however. It is also shown that Dante is currently trying to figure out how to get through to her so that should also play a part on this)
However very good observations before 4.5 and I can see where you drew your conclusions from
I will say I do think if she did distort it'd be something similar to crying children's reason for distortion
#asks#willowwyvern#question 1 how did you find my account 2 i am not an ishmael poster i just post shotposts here
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