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zushimart · 6 months

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crossed wires, UNOFFICIAL ch.3. the scene i was writing quickly spun into something else that doesn't fit into the rest of the somewhat already written and planned storyline. i wanted to post it anyways, since i do like how it came out. it's really cheesy. miscommunication, hurt and (immediate) comfort, fluff, suggestive undertones. m!spiderman!reader x civilian!scara. childhood friends to lovers. 2.3k words. warnings: ummm mild conflict caused by miscommunication. scara raises his voice, but quickly regulates his anger. he also cries, but is soothed. nothing bad. read ch.1 here. read ch.2 here.

two and a half minutes later there’s a pounding on scara’s window that frightens him out of the chair and onto the floor. he looks up from the runner rug he landed on to see a face sat on the fire escape, a grin stretching across lips. curses spill out of his mouth as he gets to his feet and leans over the desk pressed up against the wall to unlock the window. “what the fuck?”

“yanked down the ladder. faster than buzzing,” he says. “and you gave me a time limit.”

“that was self imposed,” scara snaps, standing on his tippy toes and stretching his body to try and peer over the boy’s shoulder. “did you pull it back up? the landlord’s gonna call the cops.”

“oh, so when i’m early, i’m scolded and when i’m late, i’m scolded,” he says, rolling his eyes and pushing scara out of the way to crawl onto the desk and into his studio apartment. scara takes another look and can see the stairs folded up, looking untouched. a sigh of relief follows.

“misattribution of my irritation,” scara says, slamming the window closed hard enough to rattle the walls of his glorified closet. he turns around to see him toeing his shoes off politely with his head bowed… until he opens his mouth and sours the courtesy:

“real big words for such a pretty face,” he says, dodging when scara swings. “i’m joking!”

“bad joke.”

and he bursts into giggles, pulling a squirming scara into a bone-crushing hug before the boy can think of interrogating him for his impossibly sudden appearance. “you’d die without them,” he mumbles, pushing his cold nose into scara’s neck. he’s clawing at his arms, trying to pull them off, but they tighten like vines.

“what the fuck is this for?” scara asks, strained as he’s lifted off his feet. the question goes ignored and the air punches from his lungs from the force of the next squeeze.

the boy’s voice is suddenly serious, “you can handcuff yourself to me,” he says.

scara’s face flushes red as a cherry. “don’t make it sound weird,” he admonishes, tone pitching up. he gives one last kick of his feet before he surrenders, going limp as a doll. he quietly hopes the slamming beat of his heart is not as loud as it is in his ears.

“no, it’s a good idea,” the boy mumbles, lips brushing against the sensitive shallow above scara’s collarbones. his eyes widen as a shiver slides down his spine, followed by delicate fingertips tracing the ridge of the bones of his back lower and lower–– which means he’s being held up by the strength of a single arm. the revelation sizzles scara’s brain, restarting a few times from the electrical overload as lips ghost skin again, “i could keep you safe.” and scara realizes there’s a warm heat pooling in his stomach and a pathetic noise crawling up his throat… he panics, swallowing it as he flails wildly once again with a real strength this time. he’s dropped unceremoniously onto hardwood and he curses, rubbing at his tailbone. “sorry,” says the perpetrator with the gall to look sheepish.

“i-i’m still mad at you,” scara says, cringing at his own petulance. “don’t think you’ve distracted me with whatever… that was. acting like a guilty dog.”

he puts a finger to his lips and hums. “maybe a leash instead?”

“gross!” scara exclaims, kicking a foot out and making contact with his shin. there’s a sharp, sucking gasp as he keels over onto the floor. “f-freak,” scara stutters, mostly to himself as he tries to banish images the swift mind conjures.

after a minute of letting the pain dissipate, he opens his mouth again: “what are you mad about? yesterday?” he asks from where he lay, forehead still glued to the floor in defeat. “i’m sorry. that was shitty.”

“where did you go?” scara demands.

“around. i got you something,” he says, fishing around his pocket. “my apology gift.” scara almost groans. maybe mona was right, he had a boyfriend with none of the perks and all of the disappointment.

he gets into a sitting position across from scara and drops a small ball of tissue paper on the floor with excitement gleaming in his eye. scara reaches a tentative hand to take it and begins to unwrap. careful not to rip the delicate tissue, he reveals a strip of silver that catches the ambient light. he peels the piece out and it sits like a dime in his palm.

the little charm is quickly warmed by the heat of his hands. he eyes it closely, noticing the delicate carving of their initials sitting together. “did you make this?”

“mn,” he affirms with a smile.

it’s a replica from the past of a dime-turned-pendant the two traded as children before scara tied it to a bridge on a summer trip in paris with his step-mother.

he was proud, at the time, to declare his friendship as important as everyone else’s with the pendant’s leather cord knotted around a metal bar like the locks beside it. yae even helped guide his swiss army knife into the soft metal of the coin till chicken-scratch letters were married to each other. she took a photo for him, sent it to the other boy’s mom, too. until he grew up and realized the pendant was wrapped around a love lock bridge meant for people who kiss. and it was brought up to tease him. over and over.

“are you making fun of me?”

“what?” he asks, face falling.

scara’s heart races. “the jokes, the hug, this,” he starts, bile burning the back of his throat.

“what do you mean? why would i make fun of you?”

“y-you make fun of me all the time!”

“so do you!” he exclaims. “but why would i do it now?”

“what is this for?” scara asks, clutching the metal in his fist.

the eyes across from him widen. his throat bobs. he fidgets with his hands when he answers, “you seem worried… that i don’t care about you.”

scara’s face twists into a grimace as frustration surges like high tide. he can hear it in his ears as pressure constricts his temples. “what do you think i’m upset about? be clear.” and while previous blades had been blunt, like wooden sticks to spar with, these words are sharp.

the boy takes a resigned breath and opens up, uncrossing his arms and sitting with his legs spread. “that i’m late? i miss plans? i don’t text back?” he asks with a tilt of his head, the uncertainty dripping off his voice is like kerosene.

“no!” scara almost shouts as his temper ignites. his voice only climbs higher and higher, “why– you’re– you don’t even know what i’m… that’s not what i’m––” scara catches himself when the boy across from him flinches. taking a deep breath, he recalls nahida’s warm whispered prayers, i will be kind and gentle to every living thing. focusing on the weight of the drop of metal in his hand, he rubs it with his thumb, pressing flesh into the shallow channels of their initials. the flame dampens.

“that’s not what i’m upset about,” he says, settled.

then comes the exceedingly careful question, uttered like a plea: “what are you upset about?”

“i’m worried about you,” scara spills. “you won’t tell me what you’re doing, and it frustrates me, but it’s not a jealousy thing or a snubbed thing, it’s a… my b-best friend is suddenly skipping classes and he’s never done that before… thing,” the words tumble out of him, “and he shows up with bruises, and he texts me this cryptic shit like he’s on the run. and he’s not the kind of guy to disappear without telling anyone, but he keeps disappearing without telling anyone!” he says, drawing up into himself with crossed arms and an avoidant gaze like he can protect the physical while revealing the underbelly of his mind. “i’m upset because i’m scared that maybe you’re in... that you're in trouble! or something. and you won’t let me help. my best friend won’t let me help,” he says, opening his palm to take a look at the coin. “s-so, to me, this doesn’t… this doesn’t mean anything,” scara surmises with a frown and tosses it back to the other boy.

he catches it between his fingers. the nonchalance in his movement feels like a sleight against scara’s bumbling vulnerability. and as the climax of his words peters, the two fall into an unnameable silence. even the upstairs neighbor has retired with the absence of creaking footsteps from the ceiling above them.

despite this, he still searches for scara’s gaze. “do you think it’s your fault?” he asks gently.

“what?” the question is soft in his nervousness as he denies his eyes.

“do you think it’s your fault i won’t tell you?”

an admission of something, he notices, but the confirmation is overshadowed by the surgical precision of his question. in fact, his body reacts much quicker than a thought can form. his vision goes blurry and he blinks only to feel fat tears track down his cheeks. horrified, his sweater-covered palms vigorously wipe at his face and press down on his eyes, but like a burst levy, water flows. “is it my fault?” he asks, voice thick and bottom lip trembling.

“no,” he answers. he sounds closer. scara looks up to see him an arm’s length away. “it’s not. you know, you would be the first person i’d tell. if i could. you’re the only one who’s noticed,” he says. “noticed enough to make me admit something.” and he pokes a bit further: “noticed enough to cry about it.”

“s-shut up,” scara says, wiping at his face, but he does nothing to push the reaching hand away. the front of his loose sweater is fisted and pulled, but the material’s give does nothing to move him. instead, he takes the invitation by guiding himself into this new seat and wrapping his legs around a waist, arms around a neck. he forgoes the natural pillow of the other boy’s chest in favor of the reverse, guiding the other’s face into the same position as before –– lips and warm breath brushing scara’s collarbones –– a choice made to keep the illusion of control. no other reason. “you’re not lying, right?” scara asks, re-propping the ghost of his mental guard despite revealing the softness of his body.

“besides omission. and the shit i say sometimes… to cover. i don’t like lying. s’why i’m so bad at it,” the words are muffled against scara’s neck, sending tingles up his throat.

“and whatever… you’re doing. it’s dangerous?”

scara can feel his face squeeze around before he answers. “yeah. sure, yeah.”

“ridiculous,” scara mutters under his breath and gives the boy a pinch. “nahida loves you like a son, you know, she could help… somehow,” he mumbles. “and if you needed something crazy… like, anything… i could just… i would even call… her,” scara trails off. “if you needed me to.”

“what? just kill me if i do something stupid enough to warrant ei intervention.”

scara hums. “recently… she’s been a lot nicer,” he says.

“oh really?” he asks, shifting his weight and almost toppling them both. scara holds on tight, mouth opening to protest as he realizes the boy is about to stand… but he does it, and he does it like it’s easy.

scara swallows hard, really hard, as he’s carried to his bed. “is the thing you’re doing at the gym?” he blurts. “jesus christ, i wasn’t going to say it before, but,” the words get louder and louder in an attempt to drown the more shameful whispers of his mind turning his face red as he’s gently laid in the mattress.

he giggles, “i think it's a side effect." he presses a knee against scara's side and his eyes dart to the movement.

scara's almost disappointed when he pushes off to fall beside him and not on him, but the feeling is tempered by vines reclaiming his waist as a chest presses flush against his back. his head stuffs with cotton, edges of his vision softening.

and suddenly, he finds the plausible deniability laced through their years-long intimacy to be a bit cruel and unusual.

i should tell him to stop, scara thinks. he doesn’t know what he’s doing. he opens his mouth, but the betrayal of his brain leads to him detailing recent maternal events instead. among other things, too, like a plan for their report due the following week and how nahida’s bought him his favorite tea from a traditional shop or how he almost got hit by a car (earning a bone-crushing squeeze reminiscent to the one he was greeted with) and how spiderman is actually kind of awkward (a disappointed sigh) until the quiet attentive hums fade into whispers of a murmur, and then they die completely.

scara twists his head around, wiggling the velcro grip loose till he’s nose to nose with a softly snoring face.

he reaches down to feel around the boy’s wrist, slipping a finger under the leather strap and tugging it off. the ordeal takes three slow minutes, but the fruit of his labor is the pendant returned without having to ask.

he slips the bracelet onto his wrist. “i like it,” he whispers to the unconscious figure beside him. “thank you.” that counts, scara thinks to himself as he flops back around. right? he lets his mind guide him in dizzy circles, fighting sleep by the light of the lamp on his nightstand. he isn’t anxious, though… not in the steady presence of this other body in his bed, and that is enough.

#tbh i might start crossposting to ao3 #espesh since this is like long enough to justify posting ovr there #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scara x reader #did u guys see my little mixed media feature #texted myself tbh #ok littterally leave feedback if u want or whateverr #PLEAS GOAWDD PLEASS #sorry if this is really messy this is literally an au of my au AGHHGAHAHA

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yuno-karei · 24 days

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Misfits water gun fight! Who will emerge victorious? Only one way to find out

I did this piece for one of the @mairumadevizine prints! It was also done long before the beach chapters in the manga and I really just... balled with their designs

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aropride · 10 months

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(youtube/pinterest/twitch arent here bc theyre primarily for looking at content rather than making posts, and discord/snapchat/other messaging apps arent here bc theyre primarily for messaging)

#text #i have no idea where im going tbh. first thought is instagram but i hate it on like. an ideological level even tho i use it daily #i wouldnt want to give myself more reason to use it #tbh id probably go back to reddit 😬#or start a blog #at first i thought id just go back to waterfall.social but it looks like it has died :{#polls #tumblr

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thegracefulwillow · 1 year

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Redraw of the first vnc fanart I posted B)

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc #vnc fanart #noe archiviste #vnc vanitas #description in alt text #my art #alternate title: the boys are back in town *again*#still an awful perspective why did i do this to myself twice afkjbafs #also i spent hours on making my own houndstooth pattern brush for this and tbh i'm not sure that was time well spent lol

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omegalomania · 8 months

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be seriously unserious

#fall out boy #fob #*mine #*art #id in the alt text #i finished sketches today so i rewareded myself w quick sloppy draw of their silly costumes #band after my own heart....#virtually everyone else that night was either performing famous hits or their latest singles #and fob rolls up and goes 'k heres the cover that the internet hated so much while we wear silly costumes' and peaced out #tbh very iconic of them. would expect nothing less from this band.

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writinredhead · 4 months

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Friendship with genki has ended - pixiv novels is now my best friend 🤝

#it's how i learned English tbh #and now I'm literally in a translation BA...#also - i can't bring myself to read boring textbook practice texts #with fanfiction I've got a lot more motivation lol #japanese langblr #of sorts???

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emberecstasyy · 1 month

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Bf who buys her the giant stuffed peep 🤝 gf who ever so cutely grinds on it in front of him

#no bc there's a pastel tie dye one and i almost caved and bought it for myself tbh #my post #text post

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sentientstump · 11 months

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if you're wondering where my entire brain has been before tc returned

#i started compiling this right before team canada came back 😭😭😭#tbh i was stalling for time because i couldnt get myself to check the hylics tags on here “xD ridiculous problems i have #but yknow after checking it that day i got enough determination to get this post going #its a task thats for sure! alt text is important #...its been so long that i forgot what tags to put even when i had the entire research going 💀💀💀#hylics #wayne hylics #dedusmuln #somsnosa #pongorma #hylics 2 #i think its enough eh?

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sourcabbages · 2 months

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i'm afraid i toxic yaoi'd myself into the sun

#toxic yaoi'd myself into a corner alexa play gasolina #pretty cozy corner tho tbh im not mad #mine #text

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tallymali · 6 months

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kind of obsessed with people who just ask random online strangers what words mean. i dont think they’re bad or anything i just cant imagine living a life where i do not feverishly google every potentially related topic before having the audacity to interact with another human when i cant be certain that they like me. whats it like to live without that anxiety lmao

#im only like this online tbh i love approaching strangers irl #bc i can have nice mannerisms and tone of voice #when someone just reads plain text that i have written they might get the wrong end of the stick and think im being a dick #and then ill have to kill myself

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lavendersubs · 5 months

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desperate to be a stupid puppy. to be the pretty, dumb adoring toy at your feet. a pathetic little thing for you to play with, humiliate, edge, and condition to your liking. 😵‍💫

train me to depend on the clicker for pleasure triggers, drop me into trance so i drool and leak all over myself. dogs don’t need to have any orgasms, either, of course 🤭

i’m forever your dumb little denied mutt 💞

#i shouldn’t be thinking for myself tbh its too hard and the thoughts aren’t as important as being a good puppy #can you tell i feel like a needy puppy today hehe #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #dyke nsft #wlw ns/ft #sapphic ns/ft #lesbian ns/ft #clicker training #lesbian #nsft #brainwashing #denial #puppy nsft #nsft text #enby nsft #queer nsft #pathetic puppy whimpering

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player1064 · 1 month

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accidentally outing themselves on live tv? dunno how or if anyone else at sky knows but it’s something they’d do providing some images from the carraville discord that we were talking about yesterday

god they WOULD end up accidentally outing themselves bc they already can't keep their hands to themselves imagine how much worse they would be.......... I shudder to think............

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“I’m here pitchside with Gary Neville –“

“—Carragher were meant to be joinin’ us, but he’s late getting up from London.”

“Yes, quite. I’m sure he’ll be arriving soon. In the meantime – Gary, what are your thoughts on United’s starting line-up tonight?”

Gary is nodding along to something Kelly is saying when his attention suddenly shifts to something off camera. He rolls his eyes as Jamie comes crashing in, bag slid halfway down his shoulders, seemingly unaware of the producer holding his earpiece who’s trying to get his attention.

“Sorry, love,” he says as he hurries up to Gary, immediately stepping into his personal space. He ducks his head down to press their lips together in a quick greeting before he continues, “there was a crash on the M6 or summat, a whole section of the road was closed off. Bloody nightmare, I’m tellin’ ya.”

As he talks, he doesn’t seem to notice Gary’s wide eyed stare, the blush rising in his cheeks, or Kelly clamping a hand to her mouth while her shoulders shake in laughter.

Gary tries his best to compose himself and turns to the camera with an expression caught between terror and amusement, and he says “well, now that Jamie’s very kindly provided us all with a traffic update I think it’s time for us to hear from our colleagues in the studio.” When the light of the camera turns off, he reaches out to give Jamie a slap round the back of the head and hisses “live television, James, how many years’ve you been doin’ this again?”

“Wha?” Jamie looks over, already surrounded by a small hoard of tech people and a make-up artists trying to get him camera ready as quickly as they can.

“Oh my God,” Gary mutters, pinching his brow. “Jamie, you dolt, you just kissed me in front of our live audience of what – a million people?”

“I never,” Jamie says with an offended glare, far too confident for someone who definitely fucking did.

“Oh my God,” Gary repeats. “You don’t believe me? Check your fucking phone.”

“You don’t even get Sky Sports in America, Philip, how have you already seen it?”

“Tray sent it to me, it’s all over Twitter.”

“Oh, well that’s just great then in’t it?” Gary huffs. At Jamie’s questioning look, he repeats “it’s all over Twitter, apparently.”

For a moment Jamie looks almost proud that he’s a trending topic, but he shuts his expression down when he sees Gary’s glare and turns back to his own phone call (“no, Ma, I –”)

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me, Gaz,” Philip whines down the phone. “I tell you everythin’”

“An’ I keep askin’ you not to tell me everythin’! Isn’t a man entitled to a little privacy?”

Group: STF Gang NO PARENTS > Jill: who had money on it being Jamie cos I’m pretty sure I’d said Gary > Roy: I think we all said Gary > Ian: statistically it was most likely to be Gary. > Ian: but Roy said it’d be while they’re covering a match so I think he wins it > Jill: :(((

(24 new messages)

Stevie G: > you’re trending on twitter what have you done now > NEVIlLE??? Carra have some self respect

J Redknapp: > you melt 😂 > everyone in the studio is running around panicking rn

MO: > did everyone know except me?? > you’re shite at texting I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend > I didn’t even know you liked men? > Gaz is nice though we should all go for drinks sometime

(57 new messages)

Scholesy: > twat why didnt u tell me > u was moaning about him just last week

Philip MU mob: > you hung up before I could say but proud of you Gaz!

Roy Keane MU mob: > does this mean we’re allowed to tease you two about it on camera now > here if you need anything > [image: a blurry, blank-faced selfie with a thumbs up]

BIG MEEKS: > you could do better 🙄😉

#made myself laugh writing roys texts tbh. im so obsessed with the fact that he just sends people selfies as a way to end the conversation #carraville #drabbles #also yes micah saved his own number into garys phone in this scenario. clearly.

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iamhereinthebg · 10 months

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Gonna share badly translated panels from the official french translation because I can

I can’t verbally explain how much Akane ROASTED Aoi in chap 69 . He really took the ‘I am gonna end this woman’s whole career” to a next level

:))))

--> to explain the ‘you’re pretending you don’t know’

#for her defense #Aoi actually said that 'he suck!' rather tan him being stupid #she was also fcking done on her part #Teru really went 'oospie?' when he saw them #I can't invent this sht he said 'mince alors' I wanna burn the translators #ty Mari for being okay with my half assd translation from french to english of the whole chapter too #Akane finished his rant and litteraly looked at her and go 'well?'#they need to insult each other every two pages in this translation idk why #Teru really went 'not cool bro' when Akane said 'what are you doing here?'#idk why the vibes of the french translations are so chaotic #but I am here for that #Aoi also said 'I asked you more than once :)))' when talking about his watch l o l she was done #oh and in terms of emotionnal damage they also put wavy texts #when the characters are either dying or have really strong emotions and idk what to do with myself with this #toilet bound hanako kun #aoi akane #akane aoi #nothing too special on the others chapters tbh I just really wanted to translate this one because I love their talk ahah #Akane just refers to the seven mysteries as deities rather than gods too #which is closer to the idea of Kamis to me #good volume as always #next one is in one month :))) chap 71/72/73/74 are all good I am not ready #tbhk #random french translation #disclaimer: it's hard to translate the context which is why I didn't do more page too ahah #I can just say that they are using slangs and are hasrher l o l #the vibes is just 'Oh yes you're testing me uh?'#jshk #jibaku shonen hanako kun fanart #jibaku shounen hanako kun

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hauntedmoors · 7 months

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okay. I had this typed out days ago but why not post it etc but it was so baffling to witness the multiple posts asking the show to make it clear that the seanchan are despicable people. well. I disagree that the show hasn’t done enough to convey the horror of the seanchan occupation and brutality - uno being murdered brutally conveyed that the seanchan were horrible people effectively. the seanchan tearing away young women who can channel from their families conveyed that effectively. egwene being collared and elayne describing them as ‘invaders’ was done specifically for the audience’s benefit. the idea that imperialism and invasion is always tied to more physical, visceral displays of violence is flawed (although the seanchan certainly have plenty to show for it in that department) and ignores the way empires launched programs to tame the minds and spirits of their subjected populaces besides merely establishing control over their bodies (the oaths of allegiance the seanchan extract, for example) - be it through martial rule or through the suppression of indigenous cultures; this notion also downplays the role of the insidious methods employed by imperial powers to establish control i.e. the suffocating influences of neocolonialism and the historical role that christianity, with its missionaries and ruling principles of benevolence and paternalism, played when it was wielded as a tool by empires in their pursuit to establish and expand their territories. I somehow see this being done with the books too which is absolutely baffling?? seanchan settler colonialism intentionally riffing off of the american expansion into native territory doesn’t deserve to be downplayed in your examinations of the story. the idea of ‘manifest destiny’ manufactured to justify colonialism has a blatant analogue in the text by way of the hailene and the prophecies, omens and superstitions that encourage saviourist narratives about the empire and are geared towards ensuring its preservation. the series has multiple narratives geared towards freeing and rehabilitating the damane who’re enslaved. tldr, the books are very critical of the seanchan and the show has (so far, given the material it’s adapting i.e. tgh) done very well in carrying over that criticism! jordan’s books also do a lot of subtextual work and I think it’s unfair to dismiss it simply because they’re less obvious.

also re: I don’t really Understand the multiple posts citing that line by the innkeeper in atuan’s mill and conjecturing that only egwene’s time in captivity will enable show onlys to truly internalise how awful the seanchan empire is, tbh. the ordinary layperson living in a village far from a governments’s base of rule is likely bound to be unaffected, especially if he’s a selfish man more concerned about his own bodily wellbeing. I don’t even think the line was meant to be taken literally - it mostly served to convey the populace’s general dislike of the whitecloaks, and especially so the branch of questioners who’re known to torture captives to extract confessions from them.

#I promised myself I would not make a post about this but some of the book criticisms I also see are so.#the idea that the gags on the damane make the horror more obvious akdhskdhs those were the worst kinds of posts on this site tbh.#it’s still the most annoying costuming decision on the show for me #text #wheel of time #also if one of those people who made those posts is reading this. I genuinely don’t intend any malice with this post or anything.

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