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goldsainz · 10 months

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GUESS WHO’S BACK? — one shot.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

MASTERLIST.

NOTE: first of i wanna say that this is not meant to diminish the treatment nyck got bc it is undoubtedly shitty (helmut marko you will pay for your crimes), i am just happy one of my fav drivers is back. this is eminem!daughter!reader an idea @lorarri let me use, all the lyrics and song she came up with are fantastic, i couldn’t have made this without them, so thank you lola!!!!

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yourusername i am so excited to announce my newest album “BADGER BEWARE”!! this project has been in the making for quite some time, it has the help of people i am very close with. and inspirations behind a lot of impacting moments in my life. which is why i am so happy that it is finally here and you can all enjoy it july 13th

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ynfan1 oh this is so about daniel

ynfan2 NEW MUSIC FINALLY😭😭

danielricciardo 💛💛💛

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⤷ danielfan1 acting as if the album isn’t gonna be dedicated to him

icespice gonna be bomb 🔥

scottyjames31 Claiming track 3 right now

⤷ danielricciardo No, it’s already claimed. Pick another.

ynfan3 july 13th cannot come any sooner

danielfan2 i hope y/n knows that she just sent me into cardiac arrest

danielfan3 MONZA MASH??? YOU’RE TELLING ME SHE MADE A SONG FOR HIS WIN IN MONZA

ynfan4 thank you eminem for the blessing that is y/n🙏

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yourusername “BADGER BEWARE” is out now in all streaming platforms! i wanna take a moment to thank all the people who made this album possible, to the man who inspired this project and sat with me until sunrise writing down lyrics, to my friends who participated and helped me push through, but especially to all my fans who waited patiently for me to release my music in my own time. have fun and pls don’t take what i talk about too seriously (or do 😉)

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danielricciardo I would sit until sunrise every day with you

⤷ yourusername love the sentiment but you were asleep 90% of the time

⤷ danielricciardo But I was still there!

ynfan21 RED WINGS IS WILD

ynfan22 album of the year!!!

danielfan21 oh so this is a diss track to mclaren…

redbullracing Our playlist has been updated!

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ynfan23 when we needed her most she appeared🙏

ynfan24 damn she did not hold back

danielfan22 DANIEL AND Y/N BEST COUPLE ON THE GRID

“Show-stopping” is the expression Y/N wants to convey each time she sits down and starts to write her songs. It is a “big word”, as she puts it, but there is no other word that would fit the feeling she hopes to transmit through her music.

“I started writing “BADGER BEWARE” back in 2021, I think around august, and by the end of that year I had written 3 songs. I stopped writing because I thought of either scrapping the whole project or making a 4-5 song EP. Obviously that didn’t end up happening because now there are 10 songs, 1 intro and 1 outro. All those songs hold a different place in my heart and while they all form part of the genre of Rap, they’re heartfelt in their own special way.”

Rap is a genre Y/N is all too familiar with. With her father being Eminem, an icon to the genre and the 2000s — even now. She says that the choice is not arbitrary, that there is an influence she cannot deny, but chooses to embrace it rather than push it away.

She dedicated the album to her boyfriend of 3 years, Daniel Ricciardo, who was the initial inspiration behind it. “Danny listened to me rant about my ideas for hours, sat in different studios with me and suggested different things that made the whole experience different than anything I’d ever done before. He also introduced me to — now one of my good friends — Charles Leclerc, who plays piano and is the one that composed the music for both the intro and outro.”

When asked about her favourite songs she picked a couple because “there is no way I could choose just one”. There is an evident passion to her craft when it comes to Y/N, something not everyone in her field possesses quite as well as she does.

“HONEY, RED WINGS and SUMMER SMILE are probably my top 3. They were all written at such drastically different points of my life, about things that have practically nothing to do with each other but that are tied by a little string. Some people think I pick my singles because they’re my favourite, which is true because all my songs are my favourites! But most of all I pick them because they’re the ones that I felt most comfortable publicising, all the other songs in the album are like a little secret between my fandom and me.

“There are also songs which are more personal. MONZA MASH, for example, it’s a very hyper song but it still is about an event that was very emotional. TEARS OF THE SUN, is also an obvious one. My songs are about something, and if it makes you feel anything at all then I did my job right.”

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yourusername 2 THE MAX MV IS HERE!! i heard it was a fan favourite and had to deliver… there is no way to express my gratitude to you all for the support the album has gotten, so i guess this is my way!

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ynfan31 MY FAV SONG YES

⤷ danielfan31 “i turn up the heat to the max and watch them bitches squirm” ATE THAT SHIT UPPP

ynfan32 y/n mathers?? MORE LIKE Y/N MOTHER

danielricciardo She’s wearing red, next question!

⤷ yourusername LMAO??

⤷ maxverstappen1 Let him be, he’s a bit jet-lagged

ynfan33 literally fell down the stairs bc of this announcement

danielfan32 forget daniel… I WANT HER

ynfan34 as a y/n fan i am more than amazed at the amount of content we’re getting😭

ynfan35 it suddenly got real hot

⤷ ynfan36 we call that “the y/n effect”

ynfan37 LITERALLY RUN ME OVER!!!!!!

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transjudas · 11 months

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a collection of moments from the translated trial of Joan of Arc from 1431 that are fucking iconic of her:

‘And then did We forbid Jeanne, without Our permission, to leave the prison which had been assigned to her in the Castle, under pain of the crime of heresy. “I do not accept such a prohibition,” she answered; “if ever I do escape, no one shall reproach me with having broken or violated my faith, not having given my word to any one, whosoever it may be.”’

“Was he naked?” “Do you think God has not wherewithal to clothe him?”

“I have always answered that you will not drag this from my lips. Go and ask it of him.”

“You shall not have anything more at present.” (she gave variations of this response all throughout the trial/examinations. basically if she felt that god had not given her permission to speak on a subject, she just wouldn’t. she did not seem to acknowledge the authority of those questioning and judging her at all, which makes sense. She also frequently replied “that is not your Case” which I think is basically her saying that’s not relevant to this trial so none of your business.)

“I promise to speak truth on what touches your Case; but the more you constrain me to swear, the later will I tell you.”

“Who induced you to have cited a man of the town of Toul on the question of marriage?” “I did not have him cited; it was he, on the contrary, who had me cited; and then I swore before the Judge to speak the truth. And besides, I had promised nothing to this man.”

“If it should be that I am taken to Paris, grant, I pray you, that I may have a copy of my questions and answers, so that I may lend them to those at Paris, and that I may be able to say to them: ‘Thus was I questioned at Rouen; and here are my answers : in this way, I shall not have to trouble again over so many questions.”

“Did you give, or cause to be given, money to him who took Franquet?” “I am not Master of the Mint or Treasurer of France to pay out money so.”

“Upon the oath that you have taken, tell us, how did you think to escape from the Castle of Beaulieu between two planks of wood ?” “Never was I prisoner in such a place that I would not willingly have escaped. Being in that Castle, I should have shut my keepers in the tower, if it had not been that the porter espied me and encountered me.”

“If I had leave to go in woman’s dress, I should soon put myself back in man’s dress and do what God has commanded me: I have already told you so. For nothing in the world will I swear not to arm myself and put on a man’s dress; I must obey the orders of Our Lord.”

“Do you know if Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret hate the English?” “They love what God loves: they hate what God hates.” (I know that this is all about nationalism during war but this is still hilarious to me. like goddamn, okay! Also I have to note that the examiner follows up with “does God hate the English?” and she basically says she cannot know but I want does God hate the English on a tshirt)

“I had that ring in my hand and on my finger, when I touched Saint Catherine as she appeared to me.” “What part of Saint Catherine?” “You will have no more about it.” “Did you ever kiss or embrace Saint Catherine or Saint Margaret?” “I have embraced them both.” “Did they smell good?” “It is well to know, they smelled good.” “In embracing them, did you feel any heat or any thing else?” (yo WHY is this examiner such a FREAK stop being weird my dude!!!)

“I took it of my own free will, and with no constraint: I prefer a man’s dress to a woman’s dress.” (mood)

So struck by how she really did not see those prosecuting (and persecuting) her as valid authorities and she was not subtle about it. However you see Joan and the voices she heard, she was a brave and bold and relatably snarky 19 year old telling the people who did not accept her belief nor her existence as we would likely now see as a mentally ill/psychotic young woman in society to fuck off.

#long post #joan of arc #jeanne d'arc #french history #history

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thelargefrye · 3 months

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NEW JEANS, NEW ME ... one - shot ( 17+ )

pairing : rowdy boy!hongjoong x powerpuff girl!idol!f!reader ; crush!idol!seonghwa x powerpuff girl!idol!f!reader ; fanboy!mingi x powerpuff girl!idol!f!reader x fanboy!san (platonic)

genre : powerpuff girls au, idol au, fluff, comedy, mention of rivals with benefits, mutual pinning

word count : 1.9k

warnings : language, powerpuff girls canon violence, jealous siblings / fighting (but add superpowers to it), sister / girl code and breaking it, talks about relationships / situationships

suffer tag : @sanjoongie

note : ALSO– new header type for this fic because i wanted to try something new!! make sure to let me know what you think about this au

playlist : POWERPUFF GIRLS UNITE

years ago you use to fight crime with your sisters. you all were known as the powerpuff girls to the city of seoul. you have since quit the life of being a superhero and instead chose the path of becoming an idol.

you were furious. you felt nothing but rage and your vision red as you stomped up the stairs and to the room that you knew your sisters would be in. more specifically where your sister haneul would be.

you threw the door open, it reared back and slammed into the wall, startling your three sisters.

"y/n? what's wrong?" julie, the youngest of the four of you, asked as she sat on the bed, flipping through a magazine.

"you fucking bitch! i can't believe you!" you say, pointing at haneul. julie lets out a shocked gasp at your language. the eldest of you all, celine, also looked shocked as she and julie watched you march up to haneul who sat at the vanity.

"you know i like seonghwa, and that i have been talking to him! what gives you the right to try and flirt with him!" you say looking at her, ready to shoot laser eyes through her if you could.

haneul only lets out a laugh before she's turning back to look at herself in the mirror. "gosh, y/n, is that why you came storming in here like a madwoman? because of the nation's boyfriend, park seonghwa?"

"why are you like, haneul?" you ask, hands on your hips as you look at her in the mirror. she seemingly ignores you for a moment, too busy putting her blush on to answer you. this causes you to let out a laugh, and she stops to raise an eyebrow at you. "i know what this is about."

"oh do you know?"

"yeah," you say walking around her, slamming your hand on the vanity and effectively slamming it in half. "you're jealous."

"me? jealous of you? why the hell would i be jealous of you?"

"come on you two, don't fight," julie tries to speak up, but you ignore her.

"because i'm more likable than you, haneul! i'm smarter, prettier, popular, and seonghwa likes me. not you," you can't help the smirk on your face as you watch haneul let out a huff and an eye roll.

"whatever," she says, shoving past you to walk to the closet. "i am not jealous of you, y/n. i'm not the one that quit the group to be a stupid pop idol," she says as she pulls out a top from the closet. more specifically your top.

"and that's my top!" you say, pointing to the pink, sequin top with the heart cut-out that was in her hands. you grimace at her manicured hands touching your things and it only makes you angrier.

"you bought this top months ago, and haven't worn it. what does it matter?"

"it matters because i bought it and don't want your bitchiness all over it," you yell, feeling your fist clench tightly and heating up ready to blast her.

"enough you two!" celine says, getting between the two of you before you could get any closer to each other. "if you both can't say anything nice, then shut up!"

"tell her not to flirt with seonghwa!" you yell, looking at celine hoping she would take your side on this. "it's totally against sister code or something!"

"y/n, i understand what you are saying, but you cannot just come in here and destroy things," she says before turning to haneul who looked bored out of her mind. "haneul, you have been acting like a total bitch lately and it's getting on my nerves. put the top back, i don't care if y/n hasn't worn it yet or not."

"ugh, whatever," haneul says tossing the top haphazardly back into the closet. "i can't believe you need celine to defend you, y/n. what? your stupid singing and dancing made you too weak to defend yourself?"

"i can handle you, don't forget whose stronger than who."

"we're not kids anymore y/n, you not as strong as you think you are anymore. and i'm sure seonghwa knows that too," she pauses, a smirk gracing her lip gloss covered lips. "maybe that's why hongjoong also wants me more than you as well? haven't you wondered why he hasn't called you back in a while?"

"what the fuck did you just say?" you couldn't believe she was now bringing hongjoong into this.

"you heard me, me and joongie have been getting to know each other quite well lately," she says and you watch her pull out her phone, flicking through it with her ugly nails before shoving the screen in your face. and sure enough there was a picture of her and hongjoong hugging, haneul was making a kissing face and hongjoong was grinning his stupid face off as they posed together.

you felt something surge through you the longer you looked at the picture. then before you could think, you snatched the phone from her and chucked it out the window. the phone smashed through the window, sending glass everywhere. julie let out a surprised scream scooting away from the flying glass as if it would actually hurt her.

"you bitch! i just got that new phone!" haneul screamed at you as she reached past celine to grab at you. celine did her best to stop your sister, but it was pointless. not like you wanted her to stop haneul anyways, it had been awhile since you fought anyone anyways.

haneul easily pushed celine away, the eldest and leader of the group stumbled a little before regaining her composure. you could see the rage in celine's eyes, like she was ready to duke it out with haneul as well.

then without another thought, you jump at haneul, your fist coming and landing a harsh punch to her face. the two of you fall to the ground and you can hear julie yelling at you both to stop. you feel haneul landing a punch to your jaw and you know your manager and makeup artist will have a stroke, but right now in this moment you don't care.

you feel someone pull you off of haneul and your sister uses this moment to bring her leg up and kick you. thanks to her super strength – that all four of you have by the way – she sends you flying across the room and through the wall. you are sent outside of the house, rubble flying all around you as you regain your self. hovering in the air, you glare at your sister who stands at the hole in your house before she's now hovering in the sky as well.

then without a second thought the two of you are flying at each other, throwing punches and laser beams at each other. at one point, you grab haneul by her top before throwing her across the city, watching as she zooms further and further away from you. but you quickly fly after her in order to continue your assault on her once she crashes into either the ground or a building. whichever one, you didn't care as long as it hurt.

you easily glide between buildings before you see haneul laying in one of the city intersections. she lets out a groan before she's standing back up, a glare on her face as she looks up at you before jumping back up into the sky.

"wow, i can't believe how low you've become," she says with a smirk on her bruised face. "to come fight your sister over some guys!"

"says you, hannie! you're the one that's desperate to go after boys that i like and you know like me back," you throw back at her. she scowls at you before shooting towards you; however, before the two of you could continue your fight a figure appears in between the two of you.

"fuck off, hongjoong," you say immediately recognizing the figure in front of you. the former villain turned hero lets out a laugh as he turns to look at you. "this doesn't concern you."

"doesn't concern me? pretty girl, i think it does when it comes to destroying the city," he says turning fully to look at you.

"whatever," both you and haneul say in unison with a huff and it reminds you in that moment how you are both sisters. haneul doesn't say anything else before she's flying away, zooming past both you and hongjoong and leaving the two of you alone.

"hey, y/n–

"i gotta go, hongjoong, see ya later," you say, cutting him off, remembering the picture your sister had shown you and her and hongjoong together. you quickly fly in the opposite direction that your sister flew in and now leaving hongjoong by himself.

"well what the hell did i do?" he asks himself.

"and she tried to wear my fucking top!" you say, throwing your hands in as you wrap a bandage around your arm. mingi and san look at you with wide eyes, shocked at the story you had told them.

you had arrived at the two's apartment after your fight with haneul which was now trending on multiple platforms and gossip pages.

you had effectively plopped yourself down on their couch, mingi was the one to run and grab a first-aid kit before sitting next to you. you let out a huff as you began treating your injuries.

"like she broke major sister code, who does she think she is, huh? and stupid hongjoong!"

"rowdy boys' hongjoong?" san says a little surprised that you are bringing the hero up. how did hongjoong fit into this when he thought haneul was trying to steal seonghwa away from you.

"yes, that stupid bastard! we've had an agreement for a while now, and he should know my sister is off limits!" you say, throwing your head back against the couch. your head rests against the back as you look up at the ceiling. their ceiling fan on and humming annoyingly in your ears. you honestly felt like shooting it from the ceiling, but refrained yourself. you couldn't go damaging their apartment when they're nice enough to let you crash here.

you remember when you first met the two males. both of them having been fans for years and it was only when mingi risked his life to help you, that you wanted to know them both to repay the favor. which is how they ended up becoming your best friends and also letting you bum off them when you were too mad at your sisters – mainly haneul – to return home.

"are you saying there's something going on between you and hongjoong?" san asks and you turn to look at him, deadpanned and tired expression.

"its a situationship," you begin to say, "we have this kind of benefits relationship. i go to him to blow off steam and he comes to me for the same thing."

"whoa, who would have thought," mingi said, completely shocked by the news that you just told him. "so what's up with him and haneul?"

"the fuck if i know!" you say, standing up and throwing your arms in the air. "i'm honestly so fucking mad at haneul, i can't even see straight. i need to go lay down, can i stay here tonight?"

"uh, sure," mingi and san say in unison and you thank them before trudging off to their spare bedroom. you close the door behind you before collapsing on the bed, not even bothering to pull the blanket over you.

you let out a sigh before you close your eyes and allow sleep to consume you, knowing you will have to face the consequences of your actions later.

but first a nap.

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utilitycaster · 4 days

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RE: Ruidusborn superstition - It's weird because Matt has had several opportunities to make it about persecution and hasn't. Laura could've made it a stronger point in her backstory with Gelvaan and didn't. This rounding up Ruidusborn and throwing them in jail is a theoretical crime that a bad guy in a cult told them might happen.

Dealing with the unfair persecution of non Vanguard Ruidusborn in the fallout of this could be interesting to explore, but a) it hasn’t happened yet and b) still entirely the fault of the Vanguard for, ya know, all the crime. I just don’t get why some folks aren’t exploring the actual interesting conflict in front of them (i.e. being tied to something inherently destructive, your parent using you as a justification for her crimes, etc.) and instead make it about some secret twist coming that will totally make Liliana and the Vanguard “correct” actually in order to (I assume?) justify Imogen’s brief consideration of them and dunk on Orym for having the audacity to not be objective about the organization that killed his family.

Hey anon,

This is a very good point re: the actual conflicts present. I know I've been guilty of going hard on Liliana and the thing is I do find her a profoundly compelling and sympathetic villain. I think she was placed in an impossible position by Predathos imbuing her with troubling and at times painful powers; that despite having good intentions with regards to the nature of Ruidus (there is a lot of value in both studying it and in concealing its nature, depending on your perspective) people other than Ludinus were unable to give her answers and so she was easy prey for his cult; and she has since been driven by these motivations so far down the road of the Ruby Vanguard that even when the daughter she has believed herself for so long to be protecting tries to give her an out and asks her why she's doing this, she can't answer but is terrified of leaving. She is very sympathetic. She is very much a villain. And yes, I'll cover Orym in a second.

The following is, by necessity due to the nature of what I want to discuss, going to touch on some real-world politics though mostly in the sense of abstract strategy with very few specific actual positions. I want to note that we are talking about a fictional work here, and while I do have some presumptions regarding the people advocating for the Vanguard, they are just that - presumptions. I will only say that if this is how the people advocating for the Vanguard engage with people in real-world activism (if they partake in that in the first place), this may be a revealing insight into why they are perhaps less than successful.

Every argument in favor of killing the gods ultimately presupposes killing the gods is correct. They are all, ultimately, either tautological (we should kill the gods because they are deserving of death) and assume that the only objective conclusion is "we should kill the gods", therefore anything other than "we should kill the gods" cannot be objective.

I may be repeating myself since I've said this a lot since the last episode but: there as a truly bone-chilling lack of empathy in thestatement that Orym needs to stop bringing up his dead family and get over it and be objective (read: agree with the premise that the gods should be killed). Actually, if you are a person capable of perceiving others as people, you will likely realize that it is cruel and absurd to expect someone to say "this group murdered my family, but because they did so with the correct motivations, I shall stop mentioning it." As you indicated, it's bizarre that Orym is expected to set the wholesale murder - deliberately set up with no hope of resurrection, just to twist the knife - aside, but Imogen is never expected to set aside the (let's face it, extremely tenuous, given that Liliana's been absent for over a quarter-century) feelings about her mother, a person who recruits child soldiers, turned Vax into an orb, and is a general in the death cult that murdered Orym's husband and father. Like, in a real-world scenario, someone in Orym's position very well might have just left over this. Your friends keep failing to consider your trauma? Perhaps it's time to, painful as it may be, find friends who will be sensitive. [I don't want to focus on the shipping or character dynamic aspects with that particularly argument against Orym, but this is a fictional work and I do think another running theme in all sorts of discourse is that you do not need to justify your ships as logical, and when you do, you really do sound like "why doesn't Ross, the largest friend, simply eat all the other friends." There are logical reasons why Orym might not want to talk with, for example, Fearne or Ashton; but also the heart wants what it wants, and again, if you aren't truly ignorant about the way human psychology works you have to acknowledge that.]

Before I move on to other items I want to note I've as of late seen attempts not just to discredit Orym but to pathologize his behavior as self-harming or moral OCD or a failure to get fully over grief (again, an expectation that is not just devoid of empathy but also sets the standard of 'get over grief' as "agrees with me") and not just "hey, this group killed my husband and father in front of me and I understandably will not budge on this particular front. So there's also a growing ableist push, here, because someone doesn't agree with you and will not agree with you and also might want to kiss someone different than whom you want them to kiss.

As of late, the banner of those wronged by the gods has shifted from any of Bells Hells to those of Aeor, and that is a bad sign in a D&D campaign. If you need to set aside the PCs in order to rely on NPCs who have not shown up in the current narrative? You are clinging to a melting iceberg, my man. (More so after invoking FCG as one of the victims of Aeor's demise, rather than someone created to be used for malicious purposes by Aeor; and even more so after they destroyed themself specifically in heroic sacrifice to save the rest of the party from a Vanguard general.). But more seriously, the focus on Aeor feels reminiscent of advocacy for the unborn; or, to take a page from my own personal experiences and move this back into a fandom realm, the way people will frequently more loudly decry antisemitism for depictions of goblins than for, say, the fact that I don't know of an American synagogue that hasn't experienced a bomb threat in the past 10 years. It's very easy to advocate for corpses or fetuses over the living, or for fictional characters over real people who might be less than perfect. Much easier to ensure they never do such inconvenient things as disagree with you or have their own suggestions or be complicated. It hearkens back to some of the conversations I and others had earlier this campaign about a denial of agency because by making characters victims "stripped of choice," (always that phrasing) suddenly they can't do wrong. They make for a shit story, but at least you can feel morally pure about your flavorless cardboard that ultimately means nothing in-world or out. (And if they don't have agency, that means your morality pet can't run away. Or blow themselves up in a stunning rejection of your argument.)

Returning to the Vanguard: an ongoing discussion in activist spaces (and internet ones as well) is that there's a weird ignorance of optics as an important factor in activism. I know it seems frustrating - why can't people just see that this cause is just - but optics have always been a crucial part of any successful movement. I mean, even if you do believe that we need to do more to combat climate change - and I do - my, and most people's response to the environmental activists who keep throwing soup or paint on artwork is "ugh, this again?" I mean, functionally, while the cause is far more just, it's not terribly distinct from the weird-ass He Gets Us ad campaign; most people are going to say "and you're doing this instead of anything helpful...why?" The Vanguard's optics SUCK. Sure, they've fomented some unrest, but it is an unfortunate truth that the vast majority of people will prefer the inherent violence of a stable system that they are used to over violent unrest. For a successful coup or radical change, either you need to strike at the seat of power extremely quickly or you need to show that you are the more, for lack of a better term, civilized option, and the Vanguard has failed utterly in both these. You're going to get a few places like Hearthdell (though, really, how long will that last given that they got rid of the temple without a scrap of help from Ludinus) but you're going to get a lot of places where city dwellers say "ugh, these stupid crystals are so fucking loud, could this motherfucker shut up" and you're also going to get no shortage of places that say "my family member was taken in by this cult" or "these guys murdered my professor". The rightness or wrongness of the Vanguard's politics aside, a lot of people in-world are likely to side with Orym - these people are murderers who disturb the peace and we should stop them. The cause is lost. Is it, in some absolute sense, fair that people will judge you more for how you convey a message than what the message is? No, although if you convey it in rivers of blood, then, perhaps, yes. But it is, fair or not, often true.

Which brings me back to Orym. I think the reason people are stooping so low specifically to malign and discredit Orym is because he brings all of the above uncomfortably to light. He's aligned with Keyleth, who quite frankly until pretty recently was, within the fandom, partly as (understandable) backlash to the hate she received, and partly because she was, if nothing else, always portrayed as someone deeply attuned to the human costs, treated as a morally infallible authority; and she is no friend to the gods yet still believes their demise is far too great a risk to take. Again, thinking of yourself as Exandria's equivalent of the man on the street (Imahara Joe the Plumber?), are you going to listen to "those people killed my husband and father to prove a hypothesis so that they could tether the moon?" or "my mom, who left me when I was two years old and never came back or sent a letter, is one of those people?" And that's assuming Imogen's even going to make that argument, which, as her actions indicate, she's probably not going to. But most of all I think they really don't like that Orym isn't backing down from "That is the blade that killed my father and husband. She is not right." He's kept to this story the entire time, while the positions of others have evolved. And he's telling the truth. Every time he says this, I think anyone who isn't actually a complete black hole of empathy must confront how much of their humanity they are supressing just to make a poorly-argued point about a D&D show and I'd imagine that can't make one feel very good.

I think people are terrified of Orym's conviction, because he has shown, time and time again, that he is not going to be swayed. I don't think, in fact, that he's going to be swayed by seeing Aeor, should that happen, since Aeor was destroyed a thousand years before he, Will, or Derrig were born, and their murders failed to undo that harm in any way. A really good way to turn people away from your cause, even if it's a good one, is killing those they love. And again, it's fine if you see that position as unfair, or ignorant, or even amoral. It's also extremely true. And I think people realize it's true, given that the only defenses I've seen for Liliana have been "well, but she's Imogen's mother" and "well, it's shockingly easy for people to fall into a cult, because this has happened to my family members." Clearly, we agree that people will place personal connections and the pain of those close to them over ideology. Orym's is just really inconvenient for some people, and so he must be discredited.

In the end: the people in the story who at every turn choose manipulation, indoctrination, violence, subjugation, and conquest are saying "This is the way; you just have to trust me." Is it any surprise most people watching the show are saying "No, I don't think I will"?

#answered #Anonymous #long post #critical role

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And so as not to derail that previous post further, I'm taking my rant to this new post, but shit like that makes me so angry for so many reasons:

It's a hate crime against Jews, many of whom are totally uninvolved in the current situation

Let's say that hypothetically that this organization and every single one of its members was publicly advocating for the destruction of Gaza** or something: vandalizing a synagogue is still a hate crime, because you're not just targeting that community by spewing antisemitism, you are targeting all Jews. Every Jew. Every Jewish institution. Because the thing is that there is never an excuse for antisemitism. If you say that there is, what you're saying is that antisemitism IS okay as long as it's directed at Bad Jews or Jews you don't like. I can't stand Caitlin Jenner, but I'm not gonna call her out of her name or misgender her. Kanye is a walking dumpster fire of a human, but that doesn't mean I get to say racist stuff about him. And yeah - even Jews with the worst, ugliest opinions do not legitimize antisemitism. Come on guys, this is Social Justice 101.

And another thing: Let's assume again the worst about this group - they still don't have any power to actually change or stop what's happening in Israel. They are diaspora Jews who, unless they are randomly dual citizens, cannot vote and do not live there. Even if this antisemitic hate crime somehow inspired a deep reflection about who and how they are as Jews (massively unlikely for reasons that should be obvious), them taking up the torch of anti-Zionism does not have any legal significance. This act, in addition to being a hate crime, is one that is not even strategic in helping to shut down bad actors with actual power, nor is it at all calculated to build community bridges.

In fact, it is almost guaranteed to have the opposite effect: these vandals have not only made enemies of this community, but alienated any other potential Jewish allies.

But even if we set that aside, assuming that they don't care, it's massively counterproductive in that it will likely inspire more diaspora Jews to feel unsafe in that location and consider aliyah as an answer. If anything, these kinds of acts of blind hatred only reinforce the legitimate fear behind much of Zionism. You people just can't help proving again and again that Jews are physically, emotionally, spiritually, and socially unsafe in the diaspora and need somewhere that is guaranteed to take us in when the next Kristallnacht happens.

It's also counterproductive, even if you actually just want Jews to die and don't care where we go; you actively want the destruction of Israel and all of the Jewish people because you're an antisemitic jackass you think it's somehow deserved: Normal people actually don't want that, and so if you're trying to attract other goyim who are decent people to your cause, associating pro-Palestinian activism with hate crimes is one of the worst things you can do in terms of PR and moral high ground.

Using Palestinian lives, deaths, and suffering as a bludgeon ignores them as real people and dehumanizes them and their struggle in the process. Anyone engaging in or excusing this kind of behavior is misusing their cry for justice as a get-out-of-antisemitism-free card, dehumanizing them by turning them into a weapon, and diverting much-needed energy away from things that actually help to doing PR cleanup and having to publicly distance themselves from these disgusting acts.

(**Please note that I am not saying these people were; in fact, I have yet to see a not-reactionary right-wing fringe Jewish group calling for anything but a return of the hostages and praying for peace in the region)

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inamindfarfaraway · 2 years

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How much do you think the Signal’s debut shook the supervillains, and indeed all criminals, of Gotham? He destroyed their longstanding definition of a Gotham vigilante. All the rules went out the window. From now on, apparently anything goes.

[Early morning in a plain, modest safehouse. Jonathon Crane cracks his eyes open, yawns, slowly gets up and groggily shuffles to the kitchen/dining area, where he takes out a cup and prepares to use the coffee machine. Behind him his scientific equipment and notes are arranged neatly on the counter. A relaxed Duke is taking photos of them.]

Duke: (jovially) Good morning.

Jon: Good morning.

Jon:

Jon: Who the hell are you?!

Duke: I’m the Signal! (pats symbol proudly) The newest hero in town.

Jon: (blinks, still half-asleep) Like… the Bat-Signal?

Duke: Yeah, I’ve got this whole light theme going on.

Jon: But - it - it’s 6:30 AM.

Duke: Yep. Turns out crime doesn’t just vanish when the sun comes up, so I patrol in the daylight hours. The night shift has seven people; the day shift should have at least one, right?

Jon: But you’re a Bat! Bats don’t do that!

Duke: Actually, some species of bat, like fruit bats, are diurnal. I got precedent.

Jon, on the verge of a breakdown: Okay, okay, look. I have lost a great deal of sleep lately evading capture by the frankly ridiculous number of vigilantes active at night. You’re a teenager, a student with a very strenuous job. Surely you understand what sleep deprivation feels like.

Duke: I do.

Jon: Just please, please let me have my coffee.

[A weighted pause. Duke narrows his eyes, then softens.]

Duke: You get one cup.

Jon: Thank you.

[He makes his cup of coffee and lovingly inhales the smell. Just as he’s about to drink it, Duke bats it out of his hand like a cat. It smashes on the floor.]

Jon: YOU -

[Duke quickly cuffs him.]

Duke: Stop! Making! Trauma: The Inhalant! That’s all you have to do, man!

***

[Duke is fighting Poison Ivy in her greenhouse of killer plants.]

Duke, popping out the blades in his escrima sticks: Your vines are no match for my bat-chet blades!

Ivy: Great, another one who puns.

[She sends a new wave of vines, but he gracefully slices and weaves through them. Too gracefully. His reflexes are faster than even Batman’s. Curious as scientists are wont to be, she halts her attack, and then suddenly, silently strikes with a vine straight at the back of his head. He cannot possibly sense it coming. He ducks.]

Ivy: Wait… oh God, you can’t predict movements before they happen with crazy extreme ninja training like Black Bat, can you? I’m not fighting another Bat like that. No way.

Duke: Oh, no, no, no, don’t worry. I’m not nearly as well-trained as Black Bat. I just have superpowers.

Ivy: You what?

Duke: I’m a metahuman. I’ve got superpowers.

Ivy: But you’re a Bat! Bats don’t do that!

Duke: I get that a lot.

Ivy: Well, what superpowers?

Duke: I’m not telling you all about my powers - I’m literally fighting you - but basically I can process light differently. Part of that is seeing where it’s been, the past, and where it will be, the future. I call it ghost vision.

Ivy: How far into the past and future? Hours? Months? Years? Can you see before your birth or after your death? Can you predict other people’s deaths? Watch the rise and fall of civilizations?

Duke, whose ghost vision currently goes under a minute both ways: That’s for me to know and you to… (stares into the middle distance) I believe, never find out.

Ivy: (raises hands) I’ll go to Arkham.

***

[Duke kicks open the door to Edward Nygma's hideout.]

Duke: Give it up, Riddler, I've got a... whoa.

[He trails off as he takes the space in. There are papers - plans, to-do lists, riddles, ciphers, trap and gadget blueprints, maps and more - everywhere, in stacks, folders and scattered loose across every surface. A bin in the corner is overflowing with crumpled pages. Intricate model traps line a shelf, one fallen on the floor. One wall bears a large corkboard with green and purple strings connecting annotated pictures of the Batfamily, including a screenshot of Oracle's digital logo. Edward himself has not reacted whatsoever to Duke's entrance. He's hunched over at his desk, typing away at an expensive computer setup. On one side of him sit many energy drinks, on the other is a massive pile of empty cans. All this detail requires Duke's night vision to see, because the lights are off and the curtains are closed, the only light the computer's cold glow.]

Edward: (only briefly looking up to give him a haughty stare) Yes, yes, the Signal, I've heard. Rest assured, it will be my utmost pleasure to obliterate you in a battle of wits. I just need to finish a couple of things.

Duke: When was the last time you slept?

Edward: (slightly hysterical chuckle) Please. I have transcended my mortal weaknesses thanks to intense focus, indomitable drive and the miracle of stimulants, much as I presume you Bats do. You're in no position to lecture me on getting enough sleep. I mean, you're late, so you're clearly not on top of things.

Duke: What?

Edward: You're meant to be a daytime hero. It's a little late for that, isn't it?

Duke: (concerned) It's 8:00 AM.

[Edward blinks and looks at the clock on his screen. He frowns. He stands up, strides over to the window and opens the curtains, flinching at the bright morning light. Duke notices that he has deep bags under his eyes and looks even more tired than Jon did, but his movements are as energetic as ever. He stretches and winces from back ache.]

Edward: Ah. So it is. ...What day is it?

Duke: (more concerned) Monday?

Edward: Monday?!

Duke: Okay, you've clearly been in the zone for a while. And I know being autistic can make it hard to recognize and interpret your body's messages. When was the last time you ate?

Edward: None of your business. I'm perfect condition.

[He picks up another can. Duke punctures it with a batarang. Edward scoffs and throws it down in indignation.]

Duke: I don't think you should have any more of those. (scans the rooms with X-ray vision) Oh my God, there's no food in here. Did you forget to buy it? Listen, if you come quietly, I'll get you a full breakfast on the way to Arkham.

[Edward is distracted, rummaging through his rooms in search of food.]

Edward: Of course I have food, Duke. It's right... it's somewhere around... (finds the fallen model) oh, I was looking for this!

Duke: No, with my powers I - you know my identity?

Edward: (still distracted, talking increasingly fast) What, like it's hard? I know everyone's except Oracle and the Red Hood. If Jason had survived, he'd be a perfect fit, but he's dead. Now, true, Stephanie is still alive when I distinctly remember visiting her grave, but those are completely different situations. There was a motive to fake her death, to escape the criminal overlords she'd angered with that gang war; I cannot find any such benefit from Jason's faked death and relocation. Stephanie was gone for, like, a year. Jason has yet to return after most of a decade. Even -

Duke: You visited Steph's grave?

Edward: She was a brilliant adversary, I had to pay my respects. Anyway, even if Jason's death was somehow inexplicably faked, he wouldn't have chosen to live only as the Red Hood. Especially who the Red Hood was at first. That would mean sacrificing his close familial relationships and becoming his beloved father and brother's enemy. And why would he ever be a crime lord? It's a radical betrayal of all his values, and based on his backstory, he should resent organized crime. And Batman would never fight his own child. None of it makes any sense! But I can't figure out what else could work. Is he really just a random person the Bats took in in adulthood? So that's been weighing on me. And also -

[He trips over a folder and, weak and lightheaded, crashes to the floor. He's so exhausted that merely lying on a flat surface has him sleeping soundly in an instant, resting his head on a stack of paper. Duke stares at him incredulously.]

Duke: I'm buying you breakfast.

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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sorry, I don’t speak italian

Warning: Yes, this will probably be a yandere thing if I continue it. Not really anything like that in this part at least. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Grim, Riddle Rosehearts, Chenya.

Summary: When you awake in a world that’s very much like twisted wonderland but each dorm is it’s own kingdom, you have many questions that require pressing answers. It’s truly a shame that no one here understands you, and you cannot understand the strange language either.

Note: Did I not-so-subtly insert my other au? Ya. Anyways, I was just writing this just cause. As always, Heartslabyul ends up as the test subjects, I always start a series with them. So, if this garners enough attention and people seem to like it, well, maybe I’ll continue it. Who knows? Oh, and don’t think too much of the title. I literally couldn’t come up with anything else and when that popped up in my head, I laughed since it came from a specific non-twst reference. Might change it later.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to stay awake playing on your phone. Yeah, it wasn’t such a good idea in the beginning anyways because you had things to do in the morning and you had just sacrificed your previous slumbering hours for more time to play that disney-gacha game on your phone. But it wasn’t that big of a deal. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal. That is until you fell asleep with your phone in your hand, and woke up someplace that wasn’t within the familiar safe confines of your bedroom.

The sweet floral scent of flowers greeted you as you awoke, and when your eyes opened you were surrounded by tall towering green hedges. The grass was a vibrant green and surprisingly soft, it had provided a place to lay. It was no wonder you didn’t wake up immediately. Disoriented and confused, you looked around, finding none of your belongings and nothing of interest on this thin path. It seemed that the only thing you had on you were the clothes on your back, not even your phone was present.

You had to wonder if this was some elaborate trick or surprise, or even a dream within a dream. But when you pinched yourself and shook your head frantically, it all but confirmed that this in fact was not a dream. So the question remained, where were you? There appeared to be no one else around, so all you could do was carefully walk about. The more steps you took, the more twists and turns you found, which made it clear that this was a hedge maze. Every few minutes you would stumble upon a very small clearing, boxed in by more hedges, where bushes of red roses grew in multitude. Within one bush you spotted rustling, making you curious but also placing you on edge.

Was it a huge bug, or some other wild untamed animal? Next you heard cackling in a somewhat familiar voice within the bush. This caused you to raise an eyebrow and hesitantly put your hands on the leaves, pushing the little branches across so you formed a small opening you could peer through. That’s when you saw it. Gray fur, small blue flames, a forked black tail swishing happily. “Grim…?”

“Hm?” The said feline stopped burying his face in the large slice of tart, which he probably stole because why else would he be hiding, and gazed up at you. Around his cheeks and stuck to his whiskers was the red jam, making him look like he stumbled out of a crime scene. As he licked his whiskers clean and wiped off the rest of the jam with his paw, instantly his blue eyes lit up, and you swore the little fire on his ears grew a little more as he broke out in a huge toothy grin. “Yuu!” Instantly he shoved the rest of the tart in his mouth before jumping out of the bushes and into your arms, surprising you as you stumbled back a bit and held him tighter so he wouldn’t fall.

You stood stunned as he happily nuzzled into your arm that cradled him, awkwardly patting down the fur on his head as you spoke, “Uh, sorry to break it to you, but I’m not Yuu. Well–– I kinda am, but not really? I sorta play as Yuu, but I’m not really them. Does that make sense?”

“Huh?” Grim stopped and peered up at you in confusion. “Eh, Yuu, hsta nowr tih uo? Yh ra a ginkase ll ewid?”

“What…?” You stared right back at him, apparently just as confused. Slowly you lowered him down to the ground, watching as he slowly began to spout nonsense and get more worked up the less you responded.

“E nac elebvi sth! Uo yanfli ocm acb na uory laitkn esru ewid! Tso laitkn ile aht! D uo kon sut oh gon e deati? Ou ocm acb riugn y casn mie, na uory laitkn ile n iena!”

“Uh…” You watch him drone on and on in that alien tongue, not able to understand a word he’s saying as he points to you, then him, then gestures to the area around them. Finally, after a moment, you stopped him mid-rant and shook your head as you lifted your hand. First, get the basics out of the way. Gently you poked him and spoke, “Grim.”

Grim stops speaking, only briefly before he looks at your hand and mutters, “Hta ra uo dnio…? Uory iuyrsoel tastrin t frea m ot. Ra ou Yuu orm aenoth patle?”

You ignore his offhand remark and then point to yourself. “(Y/n).”

The feline blinks at this, gesturing to himself as he slowly connects the dots. “Grim, na…” His paw presses against your chest. “Yuu.”

“No, no, no.”

You shook your head, to which Grim copied the movement and mocked. “No, no, no!”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh before shaking your head more slowly this time as you repeated your actions from before. Point at him, then at yourself, again and again, at least three times. “Grim. (Y/n). Grim. (Y/n). Grim. (Y/n). Do you get it now?”

Grim’s little paws hold your hand in place as you point to him, before he points at you with a single claw. “(Y/n)?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, watching as his tail swished back and forth.

“(Y/n)!” He repeats louder, looking quite pleased with himself when you begin to pet his head.

“You got it, Grim.” With one arm you supported his weight, and with your freehand you scratched a spot behind his ears softly, careful not to accidentally hurt him.

The feline purred in contentment, his nails digging into your sleeve but not touching your flesh. The cat nuzzled into your arm, closing his eyes and mumbling, “Yuu r (Y/n), sonet remett! E kon uory teh! Uory te en eh ebn gaitin fo!”

“I have no idea what you just said.” You sighed, still puzzled at how to proceed from here. But currently, Grim seemed more focused on the attention rather than conversation. He wouldn’t be answering your questions anytime soon, so without much of a choice, you continued walking along at a much slower pace, now relaxed that you weren’t alone.

That was when, only after a few minutes, you eventually stumbled upon a much larger clearing where there was chatter and people. Various peoples in strange yet extravagant red, white, and black outfits were among the roses, sharing tea and pristine white tables and taking turns playing what looked like croquet with flamingos as mallets and hedgehogs as balls. Then, one by one, they began to notice you, stopping whatever they were doing and not-so-discreetly whispering about you. You didn’t know what they were saying, but you knew when someone was talking about you.

Grim looked on edge now, clinging tightly to your arm as his bright blue gaze scanned the multiple faces of people.

Your unease is only increased tenfold when various soldiers of red and blue appeared in clanking armor, and you spotted the familiar bright red hair and wide gray eyes of a certain tyrant as he’s known in the game. And his face–– he looked so serious as he was staring straight at you, shouting something in the same alien tongue Grim spoke in, while pointing at you with his golden staff. Immediately as soldiers were making their way towards you and Riddle seemed to be after you for some reason, you could only think about that one twisted wonderland fic you found by accident and read due to pure boredom. Who was it by? Tiny junior? Wily junior? Whatever, that didn’t matter. The important part was, the fic was about the cast being all violent and on the attack because they believed the main character was some imposter! You couldn’t help but think what if it were the same here? Why else would Riddle be leering at you so fiercely and sending soldiers after you?

Grim gazed up at you with wide eyes, jumping out of your arms and tugging at your socks in the direction of where you came from, away from the people. There was an urgentness in his tone as he tugged harder, making you even more frightened. “Ocm n! E dot wan aht ryaz Riddle t eg sh sahn n uo ty! Ev lraby senp yn mie tih uo!”

That sounded like a hurry up, or he’ll kill you, to you. So you immediately began running after the sprinting feline, shuddering when you heard Riddle’s shouts grow louder and more frantic. Just as you began to worry if you could outrun those soldiers chasing you, Grim stopped and breathed those magical blue flames, covering your path and sealing the way behind you, preventing anyone from following due to the fire. You heaved a sigh of relief as the cat jumped on your back, cackling and taking the free ride, leaving you to do all the running until you could run no longer. Your legs had grown tired, you were out of breath, the commotion from earlier had long since faded the further you had gotten.

It was getting darker. You slumped down in the shade of a rose hedge to hide from the setting sun’s light and tucked away from view. You should be safe, for now at least. Grim slid into your lap, looking a bit worried, muttering something of what you assumed were either words of comfort or an apology for making you do all the running away. He placed a paw on your cheek, but you managed a hesitant tired smile. At least he hadn’t tried to kill you. For now you had one feline––

Your eyes trailed up to a floating upside down head that eventually materialized into an odd looking man somehow on top of the hedges and swinging down to see you at eye level. With yellow eyes, messy hair of all types of purple shades, and… purple cat ears…? A cheeky type of grin appeared on his lips as he continued to gaze at you upside down, and he spoke in a cheerful singsongy type of tone. “Ra uo sot~? Oh…!” He paused, his pupils going wide until his grin widened and he spoke more enthusiastically, “Yuu!!”

Another feline…?

#grim #riddle rosehearts #chenya #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst writing #sorry i don't speak italian

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vaultof-thoughts · 6 days

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DOUBTS, INSERCURITY AND ANXIETY

The title is blood red, why? because when I used to have doubts, and still didn't really understand non-dualism at all, my brain would set off alarms with flickering fiery red lights. As if they were forbidden , as if I was committing some crime and conducting treason. Many of us find it difficult to deal with doubts, anxiety, insecurity because it just feels so bad, so ickish... so painful an it instantly sends us into a spiral- "Oh No! I'm not supposed to be thinking this, I'm supposed to be Zen and indifferent all the time!" "NO!!! All my progress has gone to waste.." (spoiler alert: there is no progress to be made) or just endless interaction with the (seeming) thought and just piling on to the insecurity and discomfort. Trust me, we've ALL been there, and it's COMPLETELY and ABSOLOUTELY normal and OKAY. Because guess what? This will blow your mind: IT IS IRRELEVENT. I'm serious. You could think the most gruesome, ugly, thoughts about yourself and your dream but it doesn't affect " " at all. SO, what does this mean? It means these thoughts aren't yours!! You aren't the thinker!! CELEBRATE that for a moment! bask in freedom of that realization. These thoughts are from of the ego, or character or WHATEVER. Thing is, this ego is an illusion.

Thoughts, feelings, sensations, DESIRES = Ego

Ego = "the ego doesn’t exist. It’s not a person nor an entity or anything like that. It’s just a longtime held onto perception. It’s just a pile of ideas, concepts, states of mind, thoughts and feelings that we’re clung to and built upon like a castle of cards. It was never you. It was never truly real. It seemed to be because you were it. It cannot exist without you knowing yourself as it." - @crystaldust

Conclusion is, whatever you are going through right now, you are not actually going through. (sounded better in my head) Instead, there is only " " observing a ILLUSIONARY life with a nice lil character and basically in different forms. So everything is " " (the character, the life, other people, the dirty clothes on your floor you're not gonna clean up, etc) are all just different forms of " " so basically just " " observing " " which also mean that nothing is REALLY happening. Like yes I just failed my chemistry test but is there really anything happening here?? without labels, words and meaning what is there? no thing. So even the doubtful, fearful, anxious and insecure thoughts are nothing, you are assigning illusionary meaning to them and on top of that taking them to be you. Like? And what is absoloutellyyy hilarioussss is that " " put this dream or play on itself, and on purpose for fun, and you're acting like it's the end of the world.

On a more serious note though, I know how hard it can be to see negative thoughts for what they really are! and to stop taking the illusion so seriously. There's death, murder, poverty, starvation and many things to react to. I know it can be hard. I know trust me, but in all honesty, guys, you are the observer! not the person. And again, I will repeat this until your ears bleed. It is ALL COMPLETELY Illusionary. This does not mean you're not allowed to bawl your eyes out or react to anything at all- infact, I mean the contrary. Do WHAT YOU WANT. It doesn't matter, there is no "process" to mess up on here. Just come back and notice " " It's always there anyway even observing right now. And remember not to be harsh on yourself and take good care of yourself :) and most importantly have fun.

(im super sorry this post is very long and chaotic im going to try to add some pretty colors and pictures and stuff in later so that people actually read it but bye and ily)

#nondualism #nd #noconcepts #nothingness #consciousness #DONTINCRIMINATETHEMOBSERVETHEMBECAUSETHEYARENOTYOURSSOSTOPTAKINGTHEMTOBE #nonduality #brahman #advaita vedanta #beingness

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youngmasterwisdomperson · 8 months

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I’ve been thinking a lot about what makes for a legitimately helpful superhero who isn’t just a cop with superpowers and even less accountability for their violent actions, and I think it largely comes down to whether I would consider their approach to hero work as more like that of a firefighter or, well, a cop. Because the stereotypical thing for a superhero to do is like, fight criminals, stop muggers, foil bank robberies, that sort of thing, but not a lot of superhero media acknowledges that crimes are largely just symptoms of large-scale socioeconomic and political issues.

I mean, sure, if you’re bullet proof or whatever and there’s someone who’s about to get shot, then by all means stop the guy with the gun. But crime fighting in my opinion shouldn’t be the main focus of any superhero. A great superhero only fights crime in the sense that a fireman might “fight” things like arson and building code violations. The primary goal of a superhero should always be to protect people from danger and take steps to ensure any given disaster doesn’t happen again, or if it does happen again, to ensure that they’ll be more prepared for it the next time around. A great superhero should be fighting to create a world that doesn’t need them anymore.

Well-written interpretations of Superman are especially good at this actually, with a very recent example in the form of the show My Adventures With Superman. This Superman’s goal is never once to fight the bad guys just for the sake of it or because they’re committing crimes and he thinks they ought to be put in jail or anything. In fact, I’m struggling to think of any example in that show where Clark’s motivation in a fight against the villain of the week was anything other than to get civilians out of harm’s way and then save the human bad guys from themselves. This Clark doesn’t want to hurt or imprison anyone! He’s extremely aware of his overwhelming strength and power and capacity to break things by accident, having grown up in a world that may as well have been made of cardboard, and when we see Supes out and about doing casual Superman things, the help he provides is almost never about catching criminals. Most of the time, he’s rescuing cats from trees, helping lost children find their parents, saving people from getting hit by cars, stopping bridges from collapsing, catching people who fall from high places, rescuing people from burning buildings, that sort of thing. This superman is a firefighter type to his very core.

Even when he defeats Dr. Ivo, a man who Clark has been shown to despise for the ways he’s been using his wealth to uproot people from their homes (and for the way he treats women), he doesn’t turn him in to the police. Instead, he notes his state of critical health as a result of the side affects of the Parasite suit, and brings him to the nearest ambulance. Even objectively horrible people who have done terrible things aren’t exempt from Clark’s desire to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Fighting supervillains was never about fighting evil for him. The goal was always to bring people to safety first and foremost, then to de-escalate the situation, neutralizing the source of the threat without causing anyone unnecessary harm. That is what Superman is all about.

Moving away from MAwS for the moment and into the characterization of Superman as a whole, I think that all too often Superman writers who don’t understand the point of the character undersell the importance of Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter in the ways Supes goes about helping make the world a better place. Far too often in media, superheroes serve only as defenders of an imperfect status quo. They prevent the villains from bringing about whatever change they have in mind that would make the world worse, but more and more often as of late supervillains have been written with pseudo-sympathetic goals and motivations. They’ll pay lip-service to real-world systematic problems and social issues, then proceed to immediately undermine the validity of their stated mission by attempting to fulfill their alleged motives through needlessly ruthless, violent and authoritarian means, which only serves to imply to the audience that any sort of societal change will only make things worse, and that the status quo is the best we can possibly hope for. A bad superman writer will have Superman help the world by punching bad guys really hard. A good superman writer will have him focus on protecting people and saving those in peril instead. But a great superman writer knows that Superman alone is not enough.

Saving people, while noble and righteous and something Supes alone could do to such an effective degree, is ultimately just a patch job. A great Superman fights for a world that no longer needs his help, and Clark Kent is a big part about how he does that. Systematic problems can’t be punched, and bulletproof skin can’t save people from it. Superman can’t encase police brutality in a block of ice, or cut systemic racism to bits with his laser eyes. The tools Superman uses to protect people in a direct, physical sense are therefore not the powers he needs to create real positive change. No, the only thing that can overcome that sort of monster is the spread of information. More specifically, the truth. That’s why out of all of Superman’s abilities, it’s his super hearing and X-Ray vision that offer him the greatest amount of power to enact positive change, because while both of those have their uses as the Man of Steel, they’re actually infinitely more useful to mild-mannered newspaper reporter Clark Kent.

Superman can take on pretty much any physical threat, which is why his greatest foes are always those who threaten the world with problems he can’t punch. Picture in your mind, if you will, Superman’s arch-nemesis. I don’t even have to say his name, do I? Sure, you might debate for a split second the importance of the more direct threats like Braniac, Doomsday, and Zod, but everyone knows who Superman’s true nemesis is, and it isn’t any of them. It isn’t anyone with special powers or the innate capacity to level entire cities, but instead Lex. Fucking. Luther. A human man. A rich CEO, a politician. The living personification of the problems Superman can’t punch. That’s why Clark Kent is so important. Because he’s a reporter for the daily planet. It’s his job to chase leads, seek out the truth and expose it to the world. And Clark hears everything. He knows how severely corrupt the police are, because he can hear them from his office. He knows how awful the prison system is, because he can see what goes on in there through multiple layers of concrete walls.

True, he has to hide his identity as Superman and thus can’t just tell his coworkers everything he sees and hears. And even if he could tell them, it would all amount to little more than hearsay. But Clark Kent can also just follow up on “anonymous tips,” or leave hints of a big story for his coworkers to find and sniff out for themselves. Honestly, being Clark Kent must take infinitely more restraint for Supes than being the Man of Steel, because if he follows up on too many tips or knows too well where to look for leads on too many scandals, he’ll draw too much attention to himself and lose his edge against the bad guys. Hell, even with ample amount of subtlety and restraint I wouldn’t be surprised if Clark came to earn something of a reputation around the office as the “spiders georg” of police corruption and political scandals. And all that on top of that one really good tumblr post about Clark cracking down on lead pipes in Metropolis. Like this man must be a journalism machine, the whistleblower to end all whistleblowers! Superman may be able to save the world, but Clark Kent is the one who can actually change it for the better.

Not to say Superman wouldn’t publicly speak out about these things as well of course. Save enough families from burning buildings and people are bound to start caring about what you have to say sooner or later. And what are the police going to do about it if fucking Superman calls them out? Shoot the man of steel? Arrest a guy who can melt through concrete just by looking at it? Call the fucking military to deal with a man who spends his time rescuing cats from trees and helping old ladies across the street? Superman represents everything that cops want us to think they are, and logically speaking he would fucking despise them. Because Superman stands for Truth and Justice. And all cops are bastards. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#superman #my adventures with superman #my writing #superheroes #acab

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 10 months

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Mayhem: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Quickly following the events after the car explosion, you and Hotch are affected in more ways than one.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime." - Ernest Hemingway

It takes you a moment to figure out what the hell just happened, but when you hear the car’s blaring alarm and smell the smoke, you know there had been a bomb underneath the SUV. The back of your head is in so much pain, causing a massive headache. Your vision is blurry, your ears ring from the impact, and you have to fight to get up.

You look to your left and see Hotch standing in the middle of the road as he processes what happened. Kate is nowhere to be found from where you are, but you have to focus on yourself.

“Hotch,” you groan and roll over on the ground. “Hotch!”

He is stuck in his own world right now so it’s up to you to get up on your own. Your legs are shaky, but you manage to stand on your own two feet. You feel the back of your head and wince in pain, and when you look at your hand, it’s covered in blood. You’re bleeding but you can’t think about that right now.

“Hotch, we have to get out of here,” you cough and stagger over to him. You place your hands on his shoulders, and that seems to snap him out of his trance. “Hotch, we have to get out of here!”

There is no one on the streets--no cars or people--but a young man comes rushing up to help you since he saw the blast.

“Hey, are you two okay?”

“What’s your name?” Hotch says a bit loudly. “What’s your name?”

“Sam.”

“Call 911.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Call 911 and tell them there’s been an explosion,” Hotch says slowly.

“Sir, are you okay?” Sam asks again.

You look around and see Kate lying about twenty yards away from the blast.

“Hotch! There’s Kate!” You two rush over to her, dismissing Sam. “Kate? Kate, are you okay?”

“My purse! I can’t find my purse,” she says in a delusional state of mind. “I must have dropped it.”

“Don’t move, Kate. You don’t want to make it worse.”

“Aaron? Y/N? What happened to you?” she asks, looking at both your injuries.

“A bomb went off. I think it was an IED,” you cough.

“IED? I have to get up.”

“No, no, Kate, you need to lie down. Please lie still.”

“Am I moving my legs?” she asks twice.

You look down at her legs, but they aren’t moving. You know when people are close to death, and she doesn’t look like she is going to make it. If you can get her to a hospital now, she might have a chance, but you think she is going to die soon.

“I may have to turn you and see where the blood is coming from. It might hurt. I’m going to have to pinch it off.”

Hotch tries to turn her and feel for the bleeder, but as soon as she moves, more blood gushes out. He winces in pain thinking that she is also in pain, but based on her face, she isn’t in any pain at all.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt at all,” she whimpers.

“Kate, we’re going to get you out of here, okay?”

Police and ambulance sirens can be heard from down the street, and you look up to see them stop at the end of the road. They all get out and start making roadblocks with no intention of going to you to help.

“Officer down! Officer down! Here!” Hotch yells as loud as he can.

“Aaron, they’re not coming,” Kate sighs. “We told them not to, remember?”

“She’s right. The first wave of responders is targets. They’re not coming,” you gasp and touch the back of your head.

It’s sticky, but the blood is no longer flowing.

“Aaron, you two don't have to stay.”

“We’re not leaving,” he says to her. “Officer down! We need some help! We cannot move!”

“They’re not coming,” Sam says as he rushes back to you.

“We know. Our orders were to not let anyone in until the area is cleared. They’re just following the procedure,” you sigh.

Was yours the only van that blew up? What happened to the rest of the team? Are they safe? Are JJ and her baby? Is Spencer?

As soon as Spencer heard that something had blown up, news reporters were all over the scene as close as they could get. Spencer is back at the police station with Rossi watching the news report as they try to call everyone.

“We're getting reports that an explosion has rocked the neighborhood in the vicinity of the Federal Plaza. Authorities have closed down the entire area, and are not going to give any information at this time. With eight suspicious incidents in as little as three weeks, we have no room but to speculate whether or not there will be more attacks. We have no word yet on any injuries, but the explosion was heard as far away as Prince Street. An unconfirmed report said it was a car bomb.”

Spencer tries your phone again, but like the other five times he tries to call you, it went straight to voicemail.

“Damn it, Y/N, pick up,” he mutters.

“Reid, can you recall every site where the shootings occurred?”

“Uh, Hell's Kitchen, Murray Hill, lower east side, and Chinatown,” Spencer tries to list them off while still thinking about you. “Y/N isn’t answering her phone.”

“No one is. Listen, Reid, if our profile is correct and all eight murders were tests to gauge response times, then we're looking at eight suicide bombers who are about to hit every one of those locations. Call Homeland Security. Tell them to pour troops into all of those sites.”

“Actually, if we're correct, there'll be sixteen suicide bombers.”

“Sixteen?”

“Yeah, we predicted that they'll hit the second wave of emergency responders also.”

“Breaking news now,” the news reporter says. “We are just getting an update. The bomb is now reported to have been inside an SUV. A black SUV parked just blocks from 26 Federal Plaza.”

Rossi immediately gets Penelope on the phone since she is the command center, and would be able to have eyes on everyone in the city.

“Agent Rossi? We heard there was some kind of explosion. I just walked into the CCTV command post.”

“We got on the news that it was an SUV that exploded. A black SUV within blocks of the Federal Plaza. Do you have eyes there?”

“I’ve got, like, three hundred cameras right there. Give me one second,” she says as she gets to work.

“I’m here with Reid, but I don’t know where anyone else is. Please find them.”

“Yes, sir.” Penelope gets off the phone with Rossi and turns to the woman she’s been working with this entire time. “Okay, Lisa, I need every feed of every camera for twenty blocks concentrically out from the Federal Plaza. Get the best exposure from every angle you can and then back those feeds up. I'm gonna call the rest of my team.”

The first person she calls is Derek, and she is so relieved when he answers.

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Yes, you are. Thank God.”

“I'm almost back at the federal building. What the hell's going on?”

“I don’t know. We're going over the closed circuit footage right now.”

“Who else have you checked on?”

“You’re the first. Rossi and Reid called me.”

“Keep me on the line while you check on everyone else.”

Penelope dials Emily next, and she picks up on the first ring.

“Is everyone okay?”

“I've spoken to Rossi and Reid, and Morgan's on the line.”

“Emily, where are you?” Derek asks.

“I'm following Detective Brustin to one of the NYPD’s critical incident command posts.”

“One of them?” Pen asks.

“Yeah, after 9/11 they decentralized. They had way too many eggs in one basket on that day.”

“Has anyone talked to JJ?” Pen asks.

“She was headed back to the hotel as far as I know.”

“In an SUV?” Pen asks, her face pale.

“I think so. Stay with me. I’ll call her.”

Emily does so while keeping her eyes on the road, but JJ doesn’t answer. Her voicemail picks up, and Peneleop’s heart sinks at the thought of her and her baby hurt from the blast. However, the communication line was cut in the middle of her voicemail.

“What was that? What happened?” Derek asks.

“It went dead mid-message.”

“Try again. She’s probably back at--”

Emily’s line was cut in the middle of the message.

“Emily?” Derek goes to speak, but he, too, was cut off. “Derek? I just lost all contact with my team.”

“I found it. I found the explosion,” Lisa says.

Lisa shows Penelope the footage of the blast, and she can see someone plant the bomb, much like you saw before it went off. The stranger walks off, but he doesn’t leave the scene. No, he waits until the blast happens, and then the fucker walks right over to you and Hotch and asks if you’re okay.

The person trying to help you is one of the unsubs.

If your head didn’t hurt so damn badly, you could have seen Sam for who he truly is. Your cut may have stopped bleeding, but now it’s throbbing and you’re in so much pain because of it.

“Sam, you need to get out of the area,” Hotch says to him.

“I just want to help.”

“If you want to help, get somebody down here.” Sam rushes off to get help, but if you had been paying attention to him, you would have seen him stop on the sidewalk and just watch you. “Kate, I need you to wake up. Stay with me. Stay with me.”

“I feel cold. It's such a cliche, isn't it? I feel cold. Like in the cinema,” she chuckles tiredly. “Wait, that’s not right. It’s ‘movies’. You say ‘movies’, not ‘cinema’.”

“You've lost a lot of blood, but I think I've got it stopped. Just try to relax.”

“They just told me to get behind the barricade,” Sam says when he comes back.

“Come on, Hotch, let’s try to get her up.”

You and Hotch try to lift Kate, but as soon as there is enough pressure off her wound, it starts bleeding again.

“We're here! Please! Please! We're here! Someone!” Hotch yells.

You’re not sure what you’re going to do, but in ten seconds, you feel familiarity where the barricade is. You look up, and since it’s too far away, you can’t see who is there… but you can feel him.

“Derek!” you scream as loud as you can. “Derek! Please help us! Derek!”

After one minute, Derek runs past the barricade and over to you and Hotch. Relief rolls off you in waves, and you step back so you can finally take a moment to breathe.

“Morgan, we've got to get her out of here,” Hotch says.

“They're not letting any ambulances down here till they clear the scene.” Derek looks at Sam who has an indifferent look on his face. “Kid, you gotta get behind the barricades. Let's go. Go!”

“Good luck.”

Sam gets up and backs away, but he doesn’t leave. He stays and watches, but no one is paying attention to him. You touch the back of your head and wince in pain, but you force that down to focus on what you do know.

Before the blast, there was someone putting a bomb under your SUV. It hurts to think about it, but you can recall that scene right before the blast went off. You focus on the energy you saw, and you open your eyes when you know exactly who did it. You look around for Sam, and when you lock eyes with him, he smirks.

“Talk to me. Can we carry her? Hotch, can we carry her?” Derek asks.

“He’s the bomber,” you say, but the two men are distracted.

“No, I tried. Morgan, she's gonna bleed to death if we don't get her out of here. We gotta do something.”

“Derek, he’s the bomber,” you say a little louder.

Derek’s phone rings, but he’s staring at you because he heard you.

“What did you just say?”

“He’s the bomber. He’s the one who planted the bomb.”

“Go,” Hotch says, not doubting you.

Derek immediately takes off running after Sam, and Sam does everything he can to run away from Derek. He likes the chase, but you know Sam won’t let Derek catch up to him unless he wants him to. As soon as he got past a few blocks from where the explosion was, he reached civilization.

Derek followed him all the way down to the train tracks only to lose him when Sam electrocuted himself so he wouldn’t be caught. Sam died, but for what? What is he hiding? What didn’t he want Derek or anyone else to find out?

As soon as Derek leaves, an ambulance comes barreling your way to help. An older man gets out and tends to Hotch and Kate, but you’re confused. If Derek says they aren’t letting anyone in, then how did this ambulance get to you? Why do you feel absolute dread when you look at this man?

“She's got an arterial bleed in her back and I'm doing my best to hold it closed,” Hotch says to him.

“Are you okay?”

“I just want to get her out of here.”

“Her pulse is weak and thready. I'm gonna need your help, okay? I heard you calling for help and I couldn't listen anymore. My partner was too afraid to come in here with me.”

“Kate, we're gonna get you out of here. We're on our way out of here,” Hotch says, believing every word this stranger says.

You reach into your pocket for your phone, but when you pull it out, you’re sad to see the screen is smashed. You won’t be able to call for help even if you wanted to. There is no choice but to accept help from this man, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it.

“I need to get a bag in and start getting her pressure up. Get the gurney from the bus,” The stranger orders.

Hotch does what he says, and the two of them load Kate into the back. The stranger stays with her since he’s the EMT while Hotch gets behind the wheel. You get into the passenger side and turn to Hotch.

“I don’t feel right about this,” you say low enough so the man doesn't hear, but the damage done to Hotch’s ears prevents him from hearing you.

“Where's the closest emergency room?” Hotch asks the man.

“St. Barclay's. It's four blocks uptown, one block east.”

“Where’s the emergency entrance?”

“Under the hospital. Just follow the signs to the ER.”

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themothmancassettes · 1 year

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Augh so over on twitter and in the official vast error discord, people have shown interest in my evil ellsee/elleon au so i thought id make a post about it!! For the sake of this post, its more of a tldr/ref post about the au!! ^^

In essence, my au is essentially what if Ellsee tried to do an essential ritual midgame with the corrupted version of her book and it went Horribly Wrong(tm) and got her corrupted by Gaiaeon?

Thus creating: Elleon

WHO THE FUCK IS ELLEON?

Elleon is the result of that ritual gone wrong. She is essentially Ellsee, but corrupted by the Naught Father but with insane powers. His corruption is NOT a possesion; more like an infection. Her biggest changes is in behavior and appearance- at the end of the day, they're still Ellsee.

Elleon cannot use her staff; it was made for followers for Khepharia, so when a being corrupted by Gaiaeon tries to use it, the staff renders itself unusable.

The corruption gives her powers similar to the Gaiaeon, the most distinct being the power to influence, but not directly take control of a person. While under the Naught Father's influence, Ellsee’s frustrations are heightened, her impulse control is frighteningly low, and they're much more likely to act on their intrusive thoughts. Think of Gaiaeon's corruption as a parallel to Grimdark, but more fucked up looking. Elleon is completely unaware of her power to influence and completely thinks she's just more persuasive than previously thought.

Elleon is extremely bitter about all of the misfortunes they've endured, from Murrit's various murder attempts to Arcjec's amnesia to Occeus ignoring them, anything bad that's happened to them is all the more reason to go apeshit. Everyone who has hurt her WILL pay the price, and so will anyone who stands in her way- especially Murrit.

NO ONE GETS TORMENTED MORE THAN MURRIT HOLY SHIT. This is because her crime is by far the worse than the others. At somepoint, he attempts to kill Elleon again and all it does is piss them off bc yk. God Powers. It doesnt work.

Thus, the cast is divided- those Elleon is able to get on her side via Gaiaeon's influence (think spreading the infection, but to a much lesser extent), and those on Murrit's side, who wants to stop her and save their session. Those under Gaiaeon's influence are much less tolerant of those who have wronged them, so who better to convert to her side first and become her partner in crime than Calder Kerian.

Team Elleon: calder, dismas, albion, eventually sova and serpaz

Team Murrit: laivan, occeus, jentha, taz, arcjec

Team murrit largely spends time trying to get in contact with Khepharia (occeus+laivan), and jentha getting her radiation powers back in hopes to even out power. It doesn't work.

Important Note: those under Gaiaeon's influence via Elleon do not have powers nor any physical changes. They do, however, have a dark green haze over their pupils. This is moreso for artistic purposes to make it more clear who is and isn't under Gaiaeon's influence.

Calder and Elleon enter a moiraillegiance, becoming the best worst evil duo ever... until Elleon burns down his planet and he realizes this isn't what he wanted.

Calder in this AU is exhausted beyond belief from the pressures of his everyday life and wants it to end. When Elleon approaches Calder, they're on a cliff overlooking the Depths (angst writers, you're seen and Heard here). Elleon promises to make things better for the both of them and get his revenge. Because his planet is a hiding spot that Gaiaeon can't see and by extension, Elleon is weaker there, so she burns it down to give her opposers nowhere to hide. This act is Calder's breaking point, causing him to realize this isn't what he wants for anyone, let alone them, thus causing him to switch sides and help take her down.

Ultimately, the group who takes Elleon down is Arcjec, Occeus, and Calder, potentially Taz too but I don't have strong enough opinions on pitch Tazsee to include that canon ship. They play into Ellsee's true desires (occeus paying her attention, reconnecting with arcjec, etc), and with the help of Void Powers, get them back to normal. She does get knocked unconscious though from how much Elleon took out of her and is scarred to shit (ellsee 🤝 hunter: getting scarred to shit by evil thing)

For Calder angst likers, Calder does end up getting the blame for like. Most of Elleon's bs and saying the ritual went wrong because he was the last one who spoke to her before the ritual. (He told her to make the right decision as a form of encouragement bc in the situation, the ritual WAS essential but Ellsee was having doubts. Neither had anyway of knowing this would happen.) Ellsee clears his name when she wakes up and finds him on the same cliff as Elleon met him on and I'm leaving it up to yall whether or not she makes it in time ;] (personally, i love happily ever afters just as much as a destating loss, BUT. since calder is a cc of mine i lean fake out, looks too late, but he's actually fine and calsee win!)

Any specific questions about my AU, I'll happily answer!! My inbox is always open! I do have more specific notes on ellceus, sovalbion, dismurrit, jenthmas, laipaz, and some other stuff I couldn't fit in this post + I'm working on some more designs for the cast! That's all for now! Thanks for reading<3

Please credit me if you use any of my designs/concepts! My blog may be small, but this au is very personal to me. Thank you!

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Lestrade x Autistic!male!reader - break the rules

Hey! Time for my older silver fox issues to spread further 😂 Could I request a Lestrade x male autistic reader? Could he work with Lestrade and Sherlock turns up to a crime scene and doesn’t follow procedure and this causes the reader to have a meltdown because the rules that he has so carefully lived and worked by are being disregarded and Lestrade has to calm the reader and also deal with Sherlock and John helps with both of those things? Maybe the reader could use Sherlock as a way of pushing himself out of his comfort zone occasionally and Lestrade thinks this is a terrible idea but then sees how much it helps and encourages the friendship? Any fluff is welcome, this adorable hedgehog man has been a permanent fixture in my autie brain for over a decade and there are just no good x male reader fics for him, once again I choose the character that doesn’t get the love he deserves - @the-imitation-blog 💜

Lestrade tried to keep you away from the crime scene, asking if you could stand outside, asking you to do things like taking notes and such but you couldn’t do your job if you weren’t able to go inside.

“(Y/N) could you give this to Donovan please?”

He held up an evidence bag and you nodded, taking it from his hands you made your way back down the stairs and walked over to the woman.

“Lestrade wants you to have this.”

“Why?”

You shrugged a little and spun around, making your way back inside the building only to be stopped again.

“I need to go into the room.”

You started putting one of the blue suits on and Lestrade tried to stop you.

“There’s nothing else to do.”

“I need to take my notes.”

“(Y/N)-“

He tried to stop you but he couldn’t, so all he could do was quickly follow you up the stairs trying to encourage you to stop and let him take the notes.

You weren’t having any of it, you had started your notes, so, therefore you had to finish your notes since you started you couldn’t let anyone else finish it.

You quickly walked into the room and stopped in your tracks when you saw who was standing in the room.

“Why is he here? You cannot be here.”

“(Y/N) he’s just here to help…” Lestrade whispered.

“He is not wearing the overalls, he is contaminating everything.”

You started to tap your thigh, something Lestrade picked up on immediately but when he went to grab your hand to stop you, you slapped it away.

“Oh please, I’m not contaminating anymore than everyone else walking in and out is.”

“You are not follow procedure.”

You started to get upset, telling him he wasn’t following the rules, he couldn’t be here without the right things.

Sherlock simply rolled his eyes and ignored you, going back to what he was doing while Lestrade focused on you.

“Breathe, it’s okay. (Y/N) it’s okay!”

“No! No it is not! It is not okay Greg he cannot be here!”

“(Y/N) you need to calm down.”

“What.. what’s wrong with him?”

“Oh it’s obvious John. He has autism, he has to follow the rules and procedures in place, he doesn’t like it that I’m here because that’s not the rules.”

“Right, right okay. Can we do anything to help?”

John looked at you, arms crossed, fist hitting your upper arm, darting away from Lestrade whenever he got too close to you.

Repeating about how Sherlock couldn’t be here it’s not the rules.

“Sherlock I think you need to go.”

“No, I’m not finished.”

“Sherlock!” John hissed.

You quickly left the room, taking the overalls off you dumped them on the table and walked outside, sitting on the steps you put your head in your knees.

You were hitting the back of your head, overwhelmed and stressed.

Both Lestrade and John followed you out, Lestrade knelt in front of you while John crouched at your side.

“Give me your hands, okay? (Y/N) I need your hands.” Lestrade spoke softly.

You looked up at him.

“Sherlock needs to go. He has to go Greg.”

“He’s going, okay? He’s coming down right now, he’s leaving I’m sorry.” John said softly.

You held out your hands to Lestrade, letting him gently take them between his while you rocked a little on the step.

“The.. the rules… he is not following the rules…”

“I know, I know I’m sorry I shouldn’t have let him in.” Lestrade said softly.

Sherlock came out the door a second later and stood at the bottom of the steps trying to speak to Lestrade.

“Sherlock go behind the tape.” Lestrade said.

“No, this is urgent!”

“Sherlock! Behind the tape, just go!” John snapped.

He got up and pushed his friend towards the tape and under it before walking back over to you.

“(Y/N) I’m a doctor, can I have a look at your arm? Just to make sure it’s okay?” John asked softly.

You nodded and Lestrade shuffled to the side.

“I need to talk to Sherlock, will you be okay?”

You nodded again, and Lestrade made his way over to where sherlock was and John had a look at your arm, mindful not to touch your skin in case you weren’t comfortable with it.

“You’ll just need some ice. Is your head okay.”

You stood up and John stood up as well.

“I need to finish my work.”

You left and went back inside and John walked over to his two friends, listening to the heated conversation.

“If he’s not comfortable with it he shouldn’t be here!”

“Sherlock he’s a police officer of course he’s going to be here!”

“Sherlock Lestrade is right, it’s (Y/N)s job to be here, and if you know he has autism and gets upset by things you do why don’t you just follow the rules you’re supposed to?”

“Because it just slows me down, they’re pointless rules anyways.”

“They may seem pointless to you, but they’re important to (Y/N). Sherlock just because it doesn’t seem important to you doesn’t me it isn’t important to other people.”

Sherlock just rolled his eyes and walked away and John sighed, apologising to Lestrade he followed Sherlock while Lestrade went back to check up on you.

You were angry with him and he knew it, you didn’t need to be a super genius like Sherlock to know when someone was angry with you.

Lestrade kept his distance, not wanting to stress you out anymore then you already were, and let you finish your work in peace before you turned around to face him.

“I am finished now. I’m leaving.”

With that, you handed him your notebook and left the crime scene, making your way back to the station to do what you needed to do there.

Lestrade decided to give you your space, and you focused on what you were doing.

A few days later and you were talking to Lestrade again.

“Are you coming?” He asked, pulling his jacket on.

“No. It’s my day off, and it’s Friday. I have to go shopping.”

Lestrade nodded his head and walked over, placing a hand on your head as he knelt down a little bit.

“Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Okay. Have a good day.”

You tapped his cheek with your hand and walked away and Lestrade just chuckled, leaving the house to head to work before he was late.

You grabbed your shopping list from the fridge, took your car keys and left, making your way to the shop and you saw a familiar face standing outside.

“Hello Sherlock.”

“(Y/N).”

He spun around and followed you into the shop.

“Why are you here?”

“Because it’s Friday. You do your shopping on a Friday, you arrive here at exactly 9am sharp every morning to beat the afternoon rush.”

You just nodded your head and looked at your list.

“I was told to apologise for my behaviour the other day.”

“If you want to you can, if not, then why come?”

Sherlock stopped your trolly, grabbing one of the things from your list he looked at how you laid everything out and set it in the spot it belonged.

“Simple, you comply with all the rules, but I know you don’t want to. So, I’ve come to offer you an alternative, you let me come on cases with you again and I’ll help you with your need to follow rules exactly as they are.”

You started to push the trolly and looked around.

“There is no other way to follow rules. You either follow them or you do not.”

“True, but you can always follow rules while bending them a little bit. So, you’re still following them, but you have a little more freedom.”

You titled your head at him a little bit.

“I.. I don’t understand…”

“Okay, I’ll explain it differently.”

Sherlock again explained what he meant, but you still didn’t understand so he offered to just show you instead which you agreed to.

You took him to the house so you could put all the shopping away, and he looked around, taking notes on everything.

If he was going to help you with this, he needed to understand a little bit more about you and how your brain worked so he could make this task easier for himself.

He asked you to follow him to the cafe nearby so you did.

“What do you want?”

You told him what you wanted to eat and then he looked at you.

“We’re going to eat in.”

You nodded and stood next to him as he ordered.

“Is that to eat in or take out?”

“Take out.”

The cafe worker quickly put everything through so Sherlock could pay and he started to make everything while you two stood waiting.

“I.. I thought we are eating in?”

“We are. It doesn’t cost any more to eat in then it does to eat out. All that’s different is the way our food will be presented to us.”

“But.. that is not.. that is not right. You said take out, so we have to take out.”

Sherlock could see you were getting stressed about this.

“Before you get upset just look.”

He took the bag and turned to the waiter.

“Thank you.”

Walking over to a table he sat down and you sat down as well.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and you watched as Sherlock took the food from the bag and set it in front of you.

“No difference. All that’s different is the way you went about this task.”

You both stayed sat down, neither of you eating your food, and you tapped the table and after a few moments Sherlock put everything back in the bag.

“Come on.”

He took you out and you immediately relaxed and he realised he had his work really cut out for him.

Every day sherlock would meet you, getting you to do something that would mean you now following the rules, and every day it would stress you out and that’s what alerted Lestrade.

He picked up on the fact you would tap a lot more, even for seemingly no reason, you were tense, and you were more restless then before.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asked softly.

He sat on the bed next to you, placing his hand over yours.

“Sherlock has been teaching me how to break the rules.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me I’ll talk to him now.”

Lestrade went to get up and you stopped him, holding his hand so he couldn’t walk away and he stopped, walking back over.

“No. I want to do it.”

“Why?”

You simply shrugged a little bit and Lestrade sighed, nodding his head.

“I can’t stop you from talking to Sherlock but I don’t think this is a good idea.”

He really wasn’t on board with the whole idea of you now following the rules you so carefully lived by, he knew what it did to you when you or anyone else couldn’t.

He made sure to keep a close eye on you after finding that out, and on one of your cases he was shocked to see Sherlock turn up.

“Sherlock you can’t be here!” Lestrade hissed.

“(Y/N) asked me to come.”

Sherlock showed the text and let himself under the tape.

Lestrade turned to John.

“Don’t look at me, Sherlock and (Y/N) are like best buds now.” John shrugged.

Both of them made their way to the body where you were standing in overalls, but then Lestrade noticed you didn’t have your shoe covers on.

“You’re not wearing shoes covers.” Sherlock said crouching by the body.

“The floor is already covered in shoe prints, therefore it does not matter about mine.”

Sherlock smirked a little, nodding his head.

“And you’re not stressed about it?”

“A little.”

Sherlock reached into his pockets, pulling out some shoes covers and handed them over to you.

You slipped them on and crouched down next to Sherlock.

“Well, that’s something I never thought I’d see. Sherlock actually helping for nothing.” John chuckled.

“(Y/N) seems to be doing well too, maybe this friendship thing isn’t so bad.”

Lestrade watched you with a soft smile on his face, making sure to keep a close eye on you in case there was a switch in your behaviour.

You did what you had to do, and then you left Sherlock to do what he needed to do.

Walking over to Lestrade, you stood next to him.

“Maybe Sherlock helping you won’t be so bad.” He smiled.

“It does feel nice in a way, but it’s hard.”

Lestrade stepped in front of you and he placed a hand on your head.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I know. I want to.”

You pat his cheek, then kissed it and moved his hand from your head.

“PDA at work?” He chuckled.

“Some rules are okay to break.”

With that, you offered him a huge smile and walked away, leaving him with a happy, buzzing feeling inside of him

#bbc Sherlock #bbc sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock x you #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock lestrade #lestrade x reader #inspector lestrade #detective lestrade #greg lestrade x reader #lestrade x you #greg lestrade #Lestrade imagine

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cochidinh · 6 months

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Containing spoiler for Vivia's DLC + Rain code (and theories about the mystery labyrinth)

Warning// mentioned suicide

Well, I discovered something strange in Vivia's DLC, which is that the elevator moves while both people in the elevator are not real.

Vivia left his body outside the building. The characteristic of Vivia's forte is that it cannot interact with anything, so who presses the elevator button?

Ryo can push the button. But if it was Ryo, wouldn't that be the opposite of what she wanted to do? She mentioned that she could only stop the elevator in the middle way to give the people in the elevator time to think.

Ryo can only communicate and be conscious when someone is in the elevator with her. In Vivia's flashback, she was crossing the street (without paying attention to the waiting signal) and a car drove past her (no reaction). Based on what I read from Japanese ghost stories, she was in a loop of repeating her behavior before she died. Before she died, she walked the same path (that Vivia followed her) until she got into the elevator.

If Ryo could press the button herself, before the victim entered the elevator, she could close the elevator door to stop them. It's also possible that pressing the button is part of her loop, and wait, I'll turn my thoughts to the theory of mystery labyrinth (ML).

We all know what is needed to create ML is:

1) target mystery. 2) the soul(s) of the culprit(s) who created the mystery.

The culprit's soul can be added more (for example, The worshiper's soul is in the ML The Nail Man killing). The soul of a person who committed suicide can still appear in the labyrinth. In chapter 0 we have the choice of Zilch "kill someone and then commit suicide", in chapter 2 we have Karen confessing to suicide, and in chapter 3 the choice of "Sachi committed suicide". As long as the suicide remains a mystery that is not yet solved, it is still eligible to establish ML.

The longer ML exists, the more dangerous it will be because it implants murderous thoughts into the heads of people who learn about it and affects the real world. Thus, we have learned additional conditions to develop ML and create new ML:

1) the length of time that ML exists 2) people know too much about it (maybe obsessed)

The MLs that appear in Rain Code (except Zilch, The Priest and Icardi) can all be linked to the culprit who is under the influence of another mystery and knows information (who/why/how) that others do not know.

Chap 1:

Original ML: the serial killing.

Time till someone other than the culprit commits crimes: 5 months.

Note: The worshipper knew about the rope mark, but he didn't know much about how, why or whodunnit so he was just a copycat. His method is copy, his ML is mixed with the Nail Man.

Chap 2:

Original ML: Karen killed Aiko.

Time till the new ML appears: 6 months.

Note: those girls knew who killed Aiko (maybe how). Kurumi didn't..

Chap 4:

Original ML: Yakou's wife got killed.

Time till the new ML appears: 4 years.

Note: Yomi told Yakou all about who and how his wife got killed.

Let's assume this DLC has ML, then it has met the conditions of target mystery, soul, time (5 years) and people who are curious about it. People who know about that suicide learn about the building -> they know whodunnit and howdunnit -> affected by ML (Maybe they also have suicidal thoughts and ML makes them worse....same way as depression, I think?).

Those who died also created separate MLs but then merged into one with the original ML because they all died the same way. (similar to copycat killer merging into one with nail man killing).

Back to who pressed the elevator button, it was due to the influence of ML, maybe it caused Ryo to unconsciously press or run automatically. It had enough conditions to invade the real world and Vivia coincidentally knew too much about it. So when someone meets the standards to enter the elevator, if they do not press the button, the elevator will still automatically take them to the top floor.

Is Ryo part of ML? This depends on when ML was formed, but I think she does (without knowing about it). Those who had a death wish vaguely saw the girl in the red raincoat, they remembered Ryo and Ryo was indeed walking near that building <- ML uses her as a reminder of those suicides.

#rain code spoilers #vivia twilight #I know it a bit stretched OTL

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outofangband · 9 months

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(I have some more free form Maedhros post Angband thoughts as I work on revising my more detailed trauma posts! As always more can be found in the post Angband and in the iron hell tags!)

There are lots relevant metas I have but I will link these two for now, mostly just for my own organization! x x

Maedhros loses hope in Angband time and time again. He loses it until he does not regain it again.

The prospective of an eternity in such a place is unimaginable to contemplate, especially for an immortal. Maedhros comes to know something as strongly as he has ever known anything; unless he is granted the mercy of death, he is never leaving these walls. He knows his brothers are not coming for him. He knows that there is no one coming for him.

He languishes on that cliffside, in unending agony, lips dry but for the poisoned rain that lashes him. It burns his throat when he drinks it but he still does so. He wants nothing more than death but knows he will never be allowed to die in such a simple way

I think it is nearly impossible to retain a sense of self, at least a consistent one, in these circumstances. To have a sense of self becomes unbearable. If you are conscious, if you are aware, if you are you, you are suffering. As much as possible, Maedhros tries to be detached, to let the endless torment and indignity erode at him until his own names seem foreign and any memories of the past flit in and out of his mind, unacknowledged and as inconsequential as the fractured bits of dream that disappear as you wake.

How do you regain the ability to go through your days after such an experience?

How do you return to eating and sleeping and caring for your horse and writing letters and preparing for war when for decades you wished only for oblivion?

Though of course…Maedhros does. He heals and leads a war, leads the settling of his father’s host throughout Eastern Beleriand, leads negotiations for land and allies. I think Maedhros had no choice in this. After the unspeakable stasis of Angband which denies both freedom, rest and stillness, he cannot stop for even a moment, not until the end.

Two notes:

- I know the Nírnaeth was a disaster but thinking about all of this makes Maedhros’s feeling of Morgoth being not insurmountable just so much more!! And its conclusion so much more devastating

-there are other reasons that he feels compelled to keep going in the efforts in the war, and this is in part because of the view of survivors, and ask prisoners among his people and throughout the continent at the time. I talked about this in a lot of post Angband posts so I won’t ramble on about it too much here, but I think that’s also important. He is acutely aware of how former prisoners are viewed and this is one of the best ways to deflect a lot of that suspicion and hostility that he might get even from his own people. I’ve mentioned that a lot of those who follow him are highly suspicious, and do not trust him both because he’s a survivor and because he abdicated the throne. However, they’re more willing to follow him then his uncle.

I do not mean to mitigate the element of revenge and of the oath, as part of his motivations, to be clear that they are profoundly important but I think about the others too.

(To be clear not justifying the crimes or anything! This is mostly about pre Nirnaeth stuff, it’s still present afterwards but I do not have the spoons to get into autonomy versus the oath and agency at the moment)

#the silmarillion #maedhros #in the iron hell #post angband #musing and meta #I've been neglecting him lately I'm sorry #but ever the noldor feared

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