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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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A Dangerous Game. Yan Childe x F Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, some cat-and-mouse vibes, not SFW implications at the end. Word count: 3k.

When Childe plopped your once hidden bag full of supplies clearly meant to aid in an escape attempt on the table during breakfast, you thought it was all ever.

That knapsack, pitiful as it was in its subpar contents, was a testimony to your hard work. It spoke to months of sneaking about at night to pilfer whatever provisions you could get your hands on. Dried meats, waterskins, flimsy matches; items that sounded theoretically solid for a trip into the Snezhnayan wilderness. There was no explaining it away.

You thought to speak up. Give an apology, maybe, or make a clumsy claim of ignorance.

He struck first, as he so often does.

“You must think so little of me,” he sighed. You thought the oatmeal you ate minutes prior might creep back up. He was upset — he had to be upset. That you would try to shatter the illusion of a happily wed couple that he’d painstakingly built, piece by piece, fragile as they were. Would this be where his patience dried up? After all, this was the worst betrayal of his trust you could make. It’s inevitable a sizable rift would form between you both in the aftermath.

That’s what you figured, until he finished his thought.

“If you believe this is sufficient enough. No, no, that’d make it insultingly easy for me. We need to get you a compass. A hunting knife, perhaps… if you’re going to do this, I want you at nothing less than your best. Got it?”

… Huh?

What you thought was the end proved itself to be a fresh beginning. A shot in the dark that, no matter how shaky your hands were on the trigger, you needed to take. At first, you thought it to be a joke made in poor taste. He excelled at those. What better way to torment you than to act like was he actually giving you a chance? Then, at the last second, he’d pull the rug from beneath you and laugh. Deride you and begin your real punishment in earnest.

That moment never happened.

He came and went a few times, humming to himself while he did so. Your knapsack was dwarfed by the assortment of items he brought. A sturdy backpack, built to endure the elements, a lighter, rope, first aid kit, knife, the works. He even went so far as to pack it himself and remind you of where to find everything.

“Why…” your voice was low and unsteady, “Why are you doing this?”

Childe laughed in a way that felt more familiar than his sudden shift in personality. Now that was a sound you knew, a sound which meant you best prepare for mockery delivered with a wolfish grin.

“Call me a hypocrite, but I understand the cabin fever you’re enduring. You want your independence back, don’t you? Your freedom? And I want the exact opposite. Now, how do we best resolve this? Compromise is apparently a staple in relationships, but I don’t think either of us would settle for that. So! How about this: a deal. The best one you’re ever going to get from me, too.”

His grin widened at your clear intrigue. “I’ll give you a fair shot at escape. Everything you see here, sweet thing? Could last you weeks in the wilderness. Plenty of time to get to civilization and be on your merry way should you play your cards right. Since I adore you, truly, I’ll give you the benefit of a day's head start. If you successfully pull this off, I won’t ever bother you again. I swear on my life—,” you narrowed your eyes and he sighed, “My family’s life.”

“A head start?” You repeated, cautious, but undeniably curious.

“Uh-huh. I’m generous, but not generous enough to not pursue my own interests. What sort of husband would I be if I didn’t try to collect my vagabond wife? After that first day passes, I’m coming to get you. And when I do… well, I better not hear any more complaining about how ‘unfair’ this situation is. You get your chance and I get mine.”

He extended his hand out to you.

“So, how about it? We have ourselves a deal?”

Back then, you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. You thought you came to terms with that — your original plan did include running away with far less. This survival backpack at least ensured you had a fighting chance. Childe, oddly enough, never broke any promises he made you. Hence why he made so few. For him to swear on the well-being of his family, whom he cherished dearly, further cemented this.

So you shook his hand and almost felt like his equal for the first time in years.

Presently, that same hand is struggling to light a fire from how much it trembles.

You can see your breath materialize before your weary eyes. Squinting, you fixate on the taunting flame that refuses to spread, frustration and despair building in equal tandem. The sticks you gathered are moist from snow. You waited a few long, agonizing hours for them to dry off, to no avail. The fire didn’t catch any easier than when you tried earlier. At the most, you’d get a weak ember to start before it gave out in a pitiful puff.

Water. You want water. Freedom is what remained highest on your list of priorities for so long, that it felt strange to push it into the recesses of your mind for the time being. Your waterskin sits a few feet away, discarded, useless in its emptiness. Four days it had lasted you in total. All the nonstop physical exertion depleted your supply faster than you ever could’ve anticipated. If only you had known, you would’ve rationed it better…

The wintery landscape you’ve been traversing is abundant in water, just in the wrong form. A solid form. Childe had cautioned you against eating raw snow if it ever came down to it, explaining that he’d rather not lose you to infection. There’s no fun in that, he said, bastard that he is. Naturally, you don’t want to die from that either. Callous words or not, they stopped you from shoveling handfuls of puffy white snow into your dry mouth, not until you could heat it up.

Over a fire that refused to start.

The dank underpass you’ve situated yourself in is not helping. You’re convinced that everything about Snezhnaya screams inhabitable. From the dreary gray skies promising nonstop snowfall, trees dead caught in an everlasting winter, to the sparse wildlife. That’ll be the next problem you contend with. The dried meats, while ideal for preservation, are salty and further boost your thirst.

His words from before echo in your subconscious.

“I’ll give you a fair shot at escape.”

Rubbing your numb hands together, you think to scoff, choosing not to only because your throat can produce no such sound. The sun is slowly collapsing into the horizon. If the days are wretched, then night has to be a special divine punishment; it escapes your comprehension how anything could be so cold.

You lean against the cave’s porous wall.

What a devious deterrent Childe’s idea ended up being. On his own terms, he got to showcase how futile a hastily strung together escape attempt would be. You don’t doubt that you would’ve been dead by now had you departed with your original knapsack. A fair shot at escape. There was never such an idyllic path. Not when you were pitted against a monster in human form like Childe. So long as there was breath in his lungs, you would remain at his mercy.

Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, an exhausted half of your psyche reasons. The expansive home he kept you in, far removed from the more populated areas of Snezhnaya, has everything you could want and more. Food that isn’t salty and chewy. Fresh water to drink and bathe in. A comfortable mattress that adheres to your body’s shape.

You know you shouldn’t stay here much longer. In fact, you should’ve erased all evidence of your being here and departed hours ago. If Childe wasn’t hot on your trail before, he most certainly is now. You all but left breadcrumbs for him to follow one by one. Budding dehydration can work wonders on your ability to plan and follow through.

Through the grapevine, you’ve heard stories of adventurers going mad with thirst. Seeing apparitions that weren’t there. Hearing voices that their ears never truly detected. Will that be the humiliating state he finds you in? Raving like a madman as if you had a captive audience hanging on your every word when in reality, you had never been so alone?

Alone. You had been wanting extensive time to yourself. If this is how the Archons have decided to answer your prayers, they might be crueler than you thought.

“Now there’s an expression I’ve seen a thousand times.”

From the cave’s entrance, a jovial voice steals the scene.

Boasting a relaxed gait, he strides toward you, his footsteps reverberating inside the small cavern. Your initial instinct to dash is dampened by the realization your legs won’t move when you tell them too. Recalling what you were just thinking about, you lift a nearby stone in your hand and chuck it in his direction. The throw is weak, but he still dignifies it with a summon of his Hydro blade, slicing through the rock with ease. The surviving remnants clatter behind him listlessly.

Ah. So he’s real, then, you think, frowning.

The Hydro blades dissipate following their use, and subconsciously, you lick your dry lips.

“I come bearing gifts and you try to stone me to death? Phew, now that’s grounds for divorce if I’ve ever seen any. Good thing I’m the forgiving type.”

Childe’s get up is similar to yours, if not heftier. He’s wearing a thick winter coat with the hood over his head of messy ginger locks, his face dusted with pink from the cold. Unlike you, he doesn’t shiver, having no difficulty slinging his backpack over his shoulder and rummaging through the contents. He lifts out a waterskin and tosses it onto your lap. By the weight, you can tell it’s full.

You inspect it as if it contained poison.

“Are you really in a position to be picky?” he laughs, but it’s forced and airy. “Drink up. Your body’s reaching its limit. I’d rather not have to force it down your throat, if at all possible.”

The threat is delivered in such a friendly package, yet you know better than to dismiss it just because of that. He’d do it in a heartbeat should he feel it necessary. You pop open the lid and allow the life-giving substance to revitalize you. Without the slightest bit of decorum, you gulp it down fast, some dribbling from the corner of your mouth in the process.

For a moment, he fixates on the sight. Dull eyes follow the stream with intrigue before he shakes his head and returns to his previous task. He procures a lighter and sets out to work on starting a fire. You think to tell him that it’s no use — you’ve been at it for an embarrassing amount of time — but decide it’s best if he’s occupied. Anything is better than having to face him in your current weak state.

He splits the wood into smaller pieces, and layers them criss-cross on top of each other, allowing marginal space instead of crowding it together. Next, he presses the lighter’s flame against the bottom-most section of wood. With a few well-timed blows, the wood starts to burn, flames growing in intensity as the minutes progress.

“And, voila,” Childe motions to it with pride, as if you weren’t already paying rapt attention. “That is how you start a proper fire, dear. Your attempts were valiant — cute, almost. I’ll give you points for effort.”

You don’t humor him with a response. That is, until a dreadful realization comes crashing down, stealing the breath from your lungs like a punch to the gut.

He was watching you this entire time?

Much to your displeasure, he situates himself beside you. Not trusting your legs, you try to scoot away, only for an arm to wrap itself around your shoulder. Tight, but you know it’s a mere fraction of his otherworldly strength. Loath as you are to admit it, he’s warm. Pleasantly so. If he’s going to latch himself to your person like a leech, you figure it wouldn’t hurt to try and get something out of it for yourself.

“... What expression is that?” You query, your mind stuck on his initial greeting. While your brain understood the individual words, when put together, it didn’t form anything cohesive. Not to you, at least.

“Hm? Ohhh,” he prolongs the syllable in that grating voice of his, “That, yeah. When you frequent the battlefield as often as I do, you learn a lot about other people’s expressions. What it looks like when they think victory is within their grasp, or how nonchalant they try to act when when leading you into a trap…”

He winks at you. “What it looks like when they intend to surrender.”

You ball your hands into fists by your side. Your face feels warm, and for the first time today, you wish it didn’t.

“I thought that would be an excellent time to make my entry and cut our little game short. Though, if you want my opinion — and I doubt you do, but I’ll give it anyway — you gave up the second you sat down in this cave.”

An insult swirls to life on the tip of your tongue. What right did he have to think you had given up? Surrendered? You, who braved a foreign land so hostile, even seasoned adventures would not dare venture out into it? His trivialization has your head spinning. No, you weren’t going to throw in the towel from some thirst. Not after coming this far. He’s just trying to get under your skin, like he always does. Your efforts took courage, perseverance—

—Hanging your head, damnation settles in, ringing clear like a bell.

He’s right. Subjugated by dehydration, you were fantasizing about what it would be like back at his estate. Your prison. That you fought tooth and nail for a chance to crawl out of. You thought that with the right conditions, motivations, and means, you could scrape a narrow victory. Hope that is difficult to cling to is better than no hope at all. On those bleak mornings where you contemplated why you should move at all, that elusive yet oh-so tantalizing hope gave you the strength to get up. Make your little plans and scheme your little schemes.

Childe believes you gave up when you first entered this cave, but if you were to be honest with yourself, it may have been a lot sooner than that.

“How long did it take for you to find me?”

You don’t want to know, but you ask regardless.

“Well, I departed twenty-four hours after you left, just like I said I would. If that was at the crack of dawn and I found your tracks around noon, then… a few hours is my guess.”

A few hours. That was what your greatest efforts culminated to. A few, measly hours.

You throw your head back against the wall, admiring the low-hanging ceiling through lidded eyes. “I’m never getting rid of you, am I?”

No matter how hard you fight. Whatever plots you manufacture, underhanded or not, would be but a bump in the road to someone like him. A minor inconvenience at best and slight annoyance at worst. A Harbinger such as himself isn’t just on another level, he’s at the top of the food chain, looking down at the world from his pedestal.

His gloved hand rubs your arm up and down.

“You can try,” he muses. The fire crackles, illuminating his side profile in warm hues, golden and amber. “As many times as you like, in fact. There’s nothing I can do shy of having you always chained up to prevent that. And, well, I’d prefer not to do that. I’d prefer a lot of things, actually. Your happiness included.”

At this, you bristle. “That’s a lie and we both know it.”

“Do we? Give it some thought, [First]. You have a Harbinger wrapped around your pretty little finger. Whatever you want, I could get. You could travel wherever, whenever. Indulge in the finest luxuries. If you asked… I would even conquer this world and crown you the new ruler. Bring the heads of your enemies to you on a silver platter.”

He’s facing you now, playing with the fabric of your coat. Looking for a zipper, you realize, your breath caught in your throat.

“I’d do anything. No act is too depraved, no request too big,” his face is flushed, but this time, you don’t think it’s from the cold. “I’ve always loved a good fight. I always will, too. Oh, but darling… if I was fighting for you… I simply wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

While you always thought the most disturbing element of Childe’s eyes was how blank they are, this is infinitely worse. There’s a flicker in the abyssal ocean staring back at you. An ember, low yet filled to the brim with malignant potential, that would combust if you willed it. He wants to go down in flames if you are the kindle.

Childe locates the zipper he’s been searching for and pulls it down, revealing your shirt, and showcasing more of your chest. He greedily takes in the sight. Modesty bids you to turn away, come up with some lame excuse so might decide not to ravish you, but you pause. Sparks from the fire ascend in a humble journey, before fading away into obscurity. You blink. Then smile, your eyes squinting in glee, muscles straining from how harsh your lips tug upward.

You take his hand and place it to your chest, in what might be the most surprising thing he’s seen you do yet.

He’s inadvertently given you the answer to the predicament.

There’s no don’t need to destroy him. He’ll destroy himself, if it means getting the slightest taste of you.

So a taste is what you will give.

#childe x reader #yandere childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere x reader #not sfw #commissons #my stuff

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aimportantdragoncollector · 11 months

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theoretically if Yoichi had left behind a child (let's say he's poly/bi or he or or second were trans), how would that have changed the story? Would AFO have left the proof of his "betrayal" alive? I'd say he would have almost killed them in anger until they open their eyes, which are of course, green like Yoichi's and AFO would become instantly obsessed. Question is would he have treated it just like he treats Tomura now or slightly better? Would the bodyjacking plan still be on the table?

I think that if Yoichi left behind a child before he died, All for One would have latched onto his kid as the last family he had left. I also think his nephew/niece would have gotten way better treatment than Tomura. All for One raised Tomura as weapon aimed at All Might and a tool for revenge. He wouldn't have wanted his precious nibling anywhere near danger. The kid probably would have gotten smothered even worst than Yoichi.

All for One didn't need a new body back during the dawn of the age of quirks. I could still see him bodyjacking a relative, but less as a means to resurrect himself and more as the ultimate means of control.

#All for One #Yoichi Shigaraki

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georgegraphys · 25 days

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Why is George Russell important to Mercedes PR plans in entering the Chinese market? — An opinionated talk by Ari

I'm not going to over speculate/over exaggerate the recent possibility of George promoting Mercedes (car company) in the Chinese market but if that really is the thing behind the whole douyin account thing, then allow me to do this talk about the whole possibility and why he's the right person if everything came true 😌😌

Why is he important? I've said lots of times on twitter (and maybe here i forgot) that George is a very good conversationalist. People use PR63 or PRussell to insult him but I do not think of it as an insult. Not everyone has natural born PR skills like George and if you look at some of the people in the grid? Fucking PR disasters whose image are saved by the work of their PR teams.

A good conversationalist like George can be seen from a) how he speaks b) the people he mingle with. Let's talk about point A. George might sound robotic to people who aren't used to/so fond of hearing PR speech but it is actually great because he answers those things diplomatically, weighing equally on the good and bad, rights and wrongs. Good and bad, rights and wrongs are heavily subjective. It differs from person to person. Having the ability to answer such questions diplomatically is a crazy talent. You might say "oh it's common sense, Ari" lol when you get out there and start working in the HR department/PR department, you'll notice that only 1% had that natural ability to be like George. And talking about speeches, forms of speeches extends beyond what is spoken verbally. Non verbal cues also shine through in this matter as the worst betrayer of a person is themselves and their non verbal cues. George is very good at controlling his non verbal cues. His expression, body language, gestures and much more. He is very good at controlling them (controlling ≠ hiding). He is very open with his body languages but also controls them very well (or it might just be him as an honest and good person tbh 😭) which is why these aspects made him a very good conversationalist.

The second one is the people he mingles with. "Ari he talks with that fraud FIA president and Fl*vi*" Gurl... I'm VERY sad to inform you that when you're in that position, you have 0 choice. It is very easy to be idealistic when you're not in that position but when you're in that position, it is not easy. This is the harsh truth. But aside from that, look at how easily he befriends people outside and inside the sport. From the executives, engineers and staff inside his team, other drivers on the grid, media, fans and more. He mingles with just anyone. And i think that might have to do with him being very good at finding people's hot buttons, being very responsive, a good listener and a good conversationalist. Those things are REAL talents because even me, myself, have not fully established those qualities despite studying these theoretical things myself in educational institutes and from obtaining real life experiences related to that. The people he mingles with shows that he is able to handle any kinds of diversity with such grace and respect. And respect won't happen without someone knowing and acknowledging the boundaries and differences as well as the concept of diversity.

Now we move on to the part of why he is so important to Mercedes PR plans for the chinese market.

Not every part of the world revolves with the european/american progressive mindsets and cultural values. Some parts of the world value the concept of cultural significance and emphasize a lot on respect (could be age/cultures/etc) which may be a bit lacking when compared to the european/american liberal progressive ways. And China is one of the latter countries. China is a very culturally rich country and they are very strong in the concept of respecting others. Those values are a part of the reason for where they are now internationally. They are very very proud of their own culture (as they should!) and living values. They are also a very innovative and creative country that uses every single thing at their disposal to the utmost.

To appeal to a country that is culturally rich and emphasizes heavily on their values and norms, they can't just pull a whole "let's do business" kind of thing. Every company/brand obviously needs someone, no matter if the impact ended up being small or big, to represent them. That representative will then be their ambassador/muse for them to appeal to the general public. And that's where George fits the criteria. A Formula One driver, one of the most followed on instagram (Top 10), having a pretty much solid spotlight on him in the sport, and on top of that, he is a very respectful, open minded, down to earth person who is also a good conversationalist that is REALLY REALLY great at networking.

George is also very strong and dedicated to his PR duties and obligations. He interacts well with his fans and is very good at creating a positive friendly environment and vibes for everyone. He is very good at networking and he knows the boundaries, both for the people he interacts with and the boundaries with Mercedes. He knows very well how to play the game and does everything so diplomatically.

There is a thin line between being diplomatic and being a "teacher's pet", "ass licker", "dick sucker" and others. The thin line is when someone is being diplomatic, they know how to not just please someone but also assert their stance on something politely and these people are not the kind of people that are pushovers. They know very well how to stand up for themselves, tug the necessary strings and others. While the so-called "teacher's pet", "ass licker", "dick sucker", they don't know how to do those things. They don't do it very well and could easily be a manipulative and cunning person. A diplomatic person is able to take advantage of a situation without pulling on some tricks, evil strings, and others. They do it so naturally while also asserting what they want and where they stand. That's what differentiates a diplomatic person and a "teacher's pet", "ass licker", "dick sucker".

So, these are the reasons why, in my opinion, George could make a very great piece to Mercedes PR plans on their chinese ventures. It's not all about marketability, popularity and those numbers you see on social media but what is also important is the individual themselves and how they carry themselves in real life, in front of the public, to the company and everyone else.

#pr talks #sponsor talks

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dragonologist-phd · 8 days

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Not-so-nice OC asks - loaded ones for Cleo:

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ha thank you!

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

a very loaded question indeed! yes, of course- she considered what Galfrey did at the end of Act 3 to be a huge betrayal, especially considering how Galfrey blindsided her with the declaration. it's the only time she's ever felt betrayed on such a huge scale, and that definitely contributes to the way she lashes out in retaliation

for the second half- i don't think she considers herself as betraying Galfrey; she admits that she didn't react well and that she lashed out more than was warranted, but Cleo's a very forthright person. for all her other faults, she doesn't really deal in lies or backstabbing

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

Oh, Cleo is very aware of her worst future- one where she embraces the Demon Path and totally loses grip on her sense of morality and hurts a lot of people because of it. She wants to avoid it, theoretically...but she's not good at keeping herself out of those temptations, and she definitely comes close to walking a little too far down that path. That knowledge stays with her far after she goes Legend, and it's a very haunting thought!

#thanks for the ask!#ch: cleo #i have her save files so i could in theory play out au demon lord cleo #but as much as i wanna let her kiss nocticula i know everything else on that path would bum me out too much

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rooigseix · 3 months

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My original intention is to make a whole long series of episodes of why the Primo family filler of KHR anime suck, and it would be actually an easy effort because almost every single episodes got something wrong, but I am too lazy to screenshot so yeah just put here the top reason why this filler itches me so much: Giotto's word when confronting Daemon after the Mist trial.

(Why do I even use the word "confront" this guy basically turns a blind eyes to his ex-guardian kidnapping his descendants' friends and trapping those kids, why do I even use the word "confront"?)

To put it bluntly, I have no problem with Giotto and Daemon making up after more than a decade of being apart. At the same time, I also have no problem with Giotto missing Daemon or being nostalgic about their friendship and thus forgiving Daemon stabbing him in the back. (And at the other end of the stick, there is nothing wrong with the Will-Daemon moving on and reconciling with Giotto while theoretically the ghost-Daemon is currently causing chaos and sufferings for the Simon Tenth out there) In short, there's no problem with the two of them being friend, at all.

And yet the scriptwriters have to choose the worst wordphrase possible for Giotto to express his feeling. In the 7,749 possible ways for the blond Primo to try to reconcile with his friend, he must choose the way of speaking to plummet this scene straight into the abyss regarding the total plot of KHR.

No, Giotto could have said directly "I want you to return to our family", or even more directly, "I miss you" to Daemon. But he has to say it like this. He has to say that his feelings towards Daemon have not changed after what Daemon did.

Which mean, in regard of the total plot of KHR, in regard of the Inheritance arc in the manga, that means Daemon almost killed Cozart and Cozart's entire family by using Giotto's name to lure Cozart to death. His betrayal almost kills Cozart and Giotto in here vocally states out that his feelings towards Daemon doesn't change.

"I still consider you as a friend even when another friend of mine almost died because of you being angry at me and my ideal." Yes, that's how this scene plays out to me. Even more ironically if we take the context of Giotto and Daemon mentioning about eternal friendship right before this sentence, because it would mean in the name of eternal friendship with Daemon Giotto is willing to be okay with Daemon messing with the Simon, and forgives Daemon for dragging Cozart and Cozart's family into a Vongola-personal-conflict between Giotto and Daemon.

May I ask, in the name of eternal friendship with Daemon, where is any value of friendship with Cozart presented, as Giotto says that there is nothing change in his feeling even when Cozart almost dies? And I am not even taking the fact that the Simon, now, is still suffered due to Daemon because perhaps Giotto doesn't know about it.

Until there is a reasonable answer for the "Cozart almost dying with the Simon doesn't make Giotto change his feeling or viewing towards his subordinate who committed that sin, yet he still makes Cozart's blood into the family heirloom to represent the family sin" statement, this scene in filler eliminates the chance of Simon arc being aired. If we follow the flow of the anime, Giotto right before the Inheritance arc indirectly dimisses the whole tragedy regarding the Simon and the arc after he is shown to be in deep friendship with that same founder of the Simon. Hypocrisy or two-faced, the card is being brought to the table here.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #vongola primo #giotto #daemon #anime filler #maybe continue in the future #the whole problem regarding Daemon betrayal #is that Giotto does not has the BIGGEST voice in forgiving him #line up sir your number is even behind your descendant

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betrayalbracket · 1 year

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Is there any funny explanations?

oh, quite a few! we'll post our favorites under the cut! they'll include both full descriptions and pieces of descriptions that we found funny! as a fun game, try to guess who they're describing.

- "Mindy is an NPC who will offer to trade you her Haunter for a Medicham. Now, Haunter is a Pokémon that evolves by trade into Gengar, a popular Pokémon that’s hard to get if you’re like me and have no friends. So you trade with her and get the Haunter and does it evolve? No. Because MINDY tricked you. She put an everstone on that Haunter. She has no reason to do so other than pure malice. Mindy is easily the most villainous character in the Pokémon multiverse. Worse than all the crime lords and child abusers and guys that try to kill god." (just this entire submission is pure gold. you're so right. fuck mindy) - "You just shot your son asshole." - "Also when I was writing a high school au he literally could not be on screen without commenters squinting suspiciously at him even though the worst he ever did on screen was be a bad kisser and kind of a douche and that is still the funniest thing to. I was trying to play a long game and lull my audience into a false sense of security and I just couldn't get them to relax with him." - "Also he has dimples! He’s so cute! Evil baby" - "like 2 weeks later he robs and then tries to murder them. ow oof owie" - "in jcs canon: judas sees his best bud/maybe boyfriend jesus getting super popular and worries that it’s all going to backfire on them! so he tries to help by going to the authorities and having jesus arrested so that maybe jesus will get knocked down a peg or two. BUT instead they beat and crucify him and judas is like oh fuck maybe that was a bad idea. then he offs himself and comes back to life one song later to sing a baller 70s pop ballad. and the most fun part is that jesus KNEW the whole time judas would betray him so it hurts even more!! in bible canon: uhh idk he sells out jesus for 30 silver pieces just because :/" (i never thought anything would make me want to see a musical about jesus but here we are. anyways i love "just because :/") - "look at his big fucking eyes . ok now hes killed his teammates numerous times." - "Cask of amontillado-ed the soul of the planet Earth" - "and then he tried to execute all three of them. e rated video games." - "10/10 betrayal georg" - "She also has multiple charges of manslaughter/j" - "also he totally failed at the godhood thing" - "attempts to stab the main character in the back (and I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theorecally or in any other fancy way, he had a knife)" - "But oh, he's just so precious while he does it, such a silly little bastard who deserved that punch in the face from Stan 😋"

- "tricking kirby and friends into helping him repair his ship and beating the shit outa landia to get the master crown and then he steals the master crown and becomes god for a good 10 seconds and then kirby beats the shit outta him and sends him to hell. Is basiclly catboy Judas" - "oh you know. tricking a little inspiring scientist named ford build a little doomsday device. making him go insane and lose trust in everyone and completely destroy his life. almost ending the entire universe for a frat party. yknow. just silly things" - "Bitch fucking used Kirby and pals to fix his ship while he sat back and drank mamaosas before then tricking them into committing a coup on another world’s head of state bEFORE STEALING THE MASTER CROWN!!!! HE’S A LITTLE BITCH!!!!" - "Pretended to be my friend only because he wanted to execute me and my lizard bestie multiple times. He then tried to become friends with said lizard bestie only to betray him AGAIN. I have trust issues because of this man." - "I just know someone will drop the whole stitch but there's a reason he's paired with Sans from Undertale, theoretically betrays the players, I digress, in "Fingers up your ass" for no reason." - "Promised us the first female doctor. Ended up shattering the lore in half, spitting in our faces and then fucked off. Fuck you Chibby your Torchwood episodes aren't even that good" - "claimed to be scared of being murdered and asked to switch rooms with the protagonist, when really she planned on killing somebody and pinning the blame on him. girlboss swag!" - "Made deals, but instead of the cliche soul thing he KIDNAPPED PEOPLE STRAIGHT TO HELL." - "was actually from an alternate universe (where everyone is evil, don’t worry about it btw)" - "Bro. Buddy. Need I say more. My man straight up kidnapped a glasses girlboss, Oprah Winfrey, my actress lookalike, and a human duck. What an icon." - "idk man I’m agnostic and was raised atheist, I’m pretty sure he was once an angel and got demoted and stuff???" - "Killed me while i was doing a download (the most awfullest crime, worse than killing someone normally)" - "like. she kills so many people that are her friends and . i mean. what wasn't her betrayal?" - "Was literally just A Guy but it turns out he Was Not and was actually Evil The Whole Time" - "she didn’t do anything i just hate her (this is /j don’t include her in the bracket/lh)" (she's not going in the bracket but she's being immortalized here) - "Betrayed both the villain and the protagonist (i think, i just know his theme slaps)"

- "The entire plot of How Bad Can I Be really. Look me in the eyes and tell me im wrong" - "Put me in the fucking character betrayal pole the fruity little twink /lhj/j/j/nsrs" - "Cheated on Perry the Platypus with Peter the Panda (season 1 ep 7 it's about time"

- "he pissed on Eggman’s wife (and fucked her but the entire cast did tbh so)"

- "he promised raf he’d bring him back a snowball and he fucking didn’t"

- "Slept in my brother’s bed last night instead of mine >:("

- "That fucker voted me out AFTER SEEING ME SCAN. Bitch"

- "He was so nice and them bam 💥 sicced Giratina on us"

- "Borrowed a 20 and never gave it back. Pay up"

- "wouldn't you like to know weather boy /ref"

- "He stabbed that old man right in his pussy"

- "Nice-guying at Mabel, terrible hair" (tbh though i'd argue this wasn't even his betrayal- more something about him convincing the entire town he's just a harmless little psychic, or him telling dipper oh there's no issue this sort of thing happens and then trying to fucking kill him)

- "got jesus killed innit" - "Jesus"

and also, as a bonus, one that isn't a description but was still very funny: "that one motherfucker who killed me with the ultra stamp when I was trying to go for the ultra signal even though we're technically on the same team you fucking bastard"

#qna #propaganda #i'm counting this as propaganda since it's including full descriptions for submissions #and what are the descriptions if not propaganda to convince me that they're worth being put into the bracket #if your description is in here and you'd rather it not be just tell me which one is yours and i'll take it out!

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moonlit-positivity · 3 months

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To have a traumaversary on your birthday of all days is truly the worst experience a human can go through. My birthday has been nothing but a conduit for my mother's anger and an excuse for others to invade my space on her behalf, because for some reason nobody on this Earth could ever fathom that my mother could be an absolute monster to me. And I guess you would never be able to tell unless you were there, for some reason? How physically violent and demeaning and just God awful a person can be when they're drunk and out for blood. So yeah for what its worth today and tomorrow are gonna suck ass for me, just like every year has been since the dawn of time. I've had so many traumatic things happen on my birthday it's just the norm to fully expect crisis and just shut down before anything can touch me. Except for some reason this is the first year I've gone no contact with either parent or family member, so theoretically I should be safe? Lol what the fuck does that mean to a mean drunk with an ego and God complex the size of Texas 🥴 ain't no amount of "boundaries" in the world gonna stop a person like that. She takes and takes and never even gives me a chance to speak. I don't even exist to her as a human being with my own free will. Free will???? She would tell me I'm being disrespectful and that id need to "bow down". And as much as I've been publicly speaking out against the shit she put me through, just makes me even more angry at how my dad & family & society as a whole could NEVER understand the true depths of my fear and paranoia and anger and betrayal- because the mere thought of her knowing I'm "talking back" is enough to put me in a full blown paralysis where I can't even move to use the bathroom anymore. It's insane how people can just go on about their lives on their birthday and not have to shut down or panic and expect the worst case scenario from happening. It's insane to me that there are ppl out there who have never even experienced this type of fear before. What the fuck does that mean?? For me though??? Sometimes I feel like I take two steps forward and then *BAM* hit in the face with another major setback or trigger and then it's right back to step one all over again. I can't even eat anymore. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I'm getting no rest or help with this at all, except to just lay here and let myself cry and do my best to stay safe through it all. I seriously wish I could unalive myself for at least the next 3-4 days. It's unreal the amt of awareness I have this year is like holy fuck, how the actual fuck have I survived like this. Holy fuck.

#personal #tw violence #tw abuse #tw alcohol #tw suicide #tw vent

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a-weird-writer · 2 years

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When you said you could go on and on about Asura and Taishakuten being the worst, did you mean it as in them together or separately? Please elaborate, I would love to hear more about why they are horrible.

Separately. Intentionally, certain things are vague.

Major Warning; Dark themes & yandere tendencies (Every type of emotional manipulation and mental abuse/trauma possible, memory tempering, serial murder. Killing sprees. Detailed descriptions of torture. Inappropriate use of supernatural plants. Mentions of death and torture, psychotic/mind break, abuse of authority. Very graphic.)

Pursing you is Hell, either end.

Honestly you would have theoretically easier-survivable-time if both pinned after you.

Taishakuten and Asura duo strategically. Remorseless as the other is, they act as each other's stress relieve and "panacea" (Literally and figuratively), support pillars; centuries pass the Celestial Relam fighting enemies, trauma and arguing amongst politicians. Ensuring the safety of their respective peoples took a toll; throughout time, they had only each other to dull the hurt. That hurt, that suffocating pain, evolved them into the bigger, stronger lovers you know now.

That doesn't automatically transform them into better individuals, you suppose.

Foes on the field sensed it before they saw it, a force to be reckoned with. Warriors of nature, just waiting to explode on unlucky opposers surrounding them. Back in the day, upon happier days and warmer nights, Asura and Taishakuten were unstoppable.

A fact their lover will realize.

Asura loves dirty work; the blood and carnage, a rush-an ear shattering roar of upcoming victory. The art of war. The proud war god holds his title in strife, prideful ire. The war bringer enraging his veins loves parties, chaotic ones; organs and body parts painting the walls in their gory hues, hanging off the ceiling like colorful streamers and birthday banners. Battles are something Asura looks forward to, the thrill of a worthy fight, no stranger to gory violence. Asura's rampages are a disaster his best friend uses as a potential threat.

Taishakuten is a Celestial King, God beyond heaven. With connections large enough to challenge different realms, defeat lesser gods. An authority figure, proud ruler of Zenken. Just because his body isn't wholly flawless doesn't render his talents any less effective. Sewing hands. His pale fingers sharper than any blade, careful and resourceful. Delicate, long, laced in faint yellow and clean-cutted nails bright silver; Taishakuten can spin plenty of web to trap flies in.

No eye bats to whatever number of people Asura massacres, unfortunates slaughtered like cattle. How much blood is spilled, not a lash falls. It erodes like sea water. Ruby malice drowned in salt, vicious bloodstains, contentless. The Mara's negativity falls with the obsession, for he is eternal damned. Insanity, an abandoned shade returns home. Wounded by betrayal.

The Abyss is empty, but it's cold arms welcome any monster akin to madness.

"Benevolence" suffers pause, the Holy Child takes the Throne with a future in mind. The Celestial King ignores the dreadful cries of his own people-citizens are stolen under the sheet of night; noble sinners thrown in dungeons. The next victims of their god's judgement. Slights against the King are intolerable, traitors to his divine order.

It's easy to cast them aside, to shatter their spiritual entities. His heart ignores their pain, as it should, given it was replaced with a dark and empty mass.

Now is a time for justice.

With the Deca permanently incapacitated and Taishakuten's inevitable tyranny peering over the horizon, the golden arches pay no mind to the violent misdeeds of the Abyss Prison's dictator.

Not a single member nor loyal guard would ever help you regardless of how much they may want too, their pitiful eyes won't shed a tear for the perished nor you, the god's prisoner lover. In court, none dare mourn a traitor in Taishakuten's Palace of purity and obedience, alas their lives turn forfeit; empty puppets, empathy vanish to the winds of the north. Afraid to talk out of turn, speak up-bowing to the gold strings of the Celestial King.

Rely on only yourself to defend and justify your actions, Hell awaits those you act selfless to. Your kindness is flattering, Taishakuten is oddly moved by it, but it will hurt more people in the long run if you refuse to keep it to yourself. Everyone loyal to the Palace will pick the most selfish decision to promise their continued flourishment, to raise with the sun another tomorrow. As should you as well.

The carnage is beneficial, not to mention well-deserved on the Deca's part. Your safety is at upmost important, and the merging of the Celestials and the mortal world is eventual. As so is your loyalty, which shall follow suit in due time. To his conquest, wed by fate. And Taishakuten mastered the art of patience,

as did Asura.

Their main intentions for the realms may be peaceful-though both differ an approach-the opposing lovers inspire fear with their insane methods. Arrogant like all rulers, such bliss.

While Asura erases competition, Taishakuten tends to his Throne. The meritocracy molded with noble flesh and blood. Various royal affairs, further excuse to blow his eventual hero-his Asura-off without a hitch. As Celestial King, daily responsibility and duty stack on his dinner plate. Managing citizens, overseeing cities, skillfully weaving society. Choosing the right loom proves difficult but efficient.

Taishakuten developed sharp eyes for lairs and deceivers; over the years, his useful insightfulness provokes scholars and gods alike. Strength beyond what the Deca thought physically possible, primed in wits and wisdom. He has a job to fulfill, a priority of ensuring his lover stays clear of harm and out of the picture in his future plans for the realms.

Can detect the slightest change of self-conscious, the emotions behind it and can convince you otherwise in what you may believe. His word is law, defy him and face worse than death. His light freezes, fixing his victim with an unwavering stare, unamused and ever composed. Strung up like a puppet for his display case, addressing not his court but you, specfically you.

Perfect lines, solid ends, this friend of yours-this rebellious sinner hangs loose of a bright formless noose. A shell of their former self.

Your King's signature lotuses, well-known throughout his man-made paradise, overgrow your friend's body everywhere they can see and touch. Whatever is left of them, the flowers took.

By the petals excitedly spouting in every nook and carny in their brittle bones bright and smiling. Bond limbs cover their poor sights like a blindfold. Their nerves and veins forcefully enticed with the golden lotuses, hailed in every color of the sun, hollowly dancing with the stem's strings. But they might as well be crossing over to the other side, dying in the world's gaze. Mouth opens to voice a silent scream in pure agony, the air in their lungs raspy, eyes hold a forbidden darkness. Distant. But no one blind can tell the pitiful ray of life still runs violently underneath their soul, a soiled sheet of flesh and pain.

A statement. A warning.

Their silence is a heavy constant upon your sanity, and they will never feel the sweet release of death. You can only imagine the type of pain they were subjected to. Hung in a tomb forever, forgotten, collecting dust till only the lotuses remain.

(You suppose in a way, it would be best to forget-)

Your reasoning sliced like paper, falling on empty ears and zipped mouths; the abrupt arrest of your friend, everything they stood for was treason against Zenken. Taishakuten isn't a messy simpleton, he rids the world of whom seeking to destroy it.

You dare question his superiority?

He-who housed you. He feed you, secured your place within the beautiful walls of his Palace as Asura fell into the madness of his upbringing. While all else turned you away, spat on the ground you walked on like the weaklings they are.

Offering countless words of comfort, luxury dreams, gracing your presence with the sheer audacity of his unparallel beauty. Taishakuten gave everything he could to ensure your joy and maintain your love for his world.

When you rained tears, he was there to clean them with such pretty porcelain fingers. Washing your sorrows to even bear the pain himself. He lost count of how many times he and his lotuses held you-nursed your health and soul as you lost yourself to the Deca's cruelty. No one ever said the Celestials ever had easy times to bear.

You wept and screamed bloody murder, but he was there.

Always there.

(Was it not good enough for you? He gave up everything in order to restore peace to these lands, to unite the realms for the paradise you all strife to achieve. And all you can think about is being an entitled brat.)

You offend him-accuse him when he killed no one that you know of. You're a fool to submit to the weaker masses, to inferior lacking ideals. Are you so easily swayed by their merger protests?

You can't see it, of course not, only expected of you. Your judgement is clouded, but he knows what hes looking at. You'd leave your poor friends behind? Picking up your broken pieces? Them, compared to all else? That's Taishakuten personal right.

The Kings brutally eliminate those that dare threaten them, shooting "mistakes" down. Underlings must remain loyal to their destined kingdoms, any less is unacceptable. Carefully manipulating any dire situation, twisting it in their favor, however long it takes for desirable conclusions. Sacrifices move the gods. Whether shikigami or human, with enough time and energy, they both can potentially overrun any foe. Steal every advantage and kill every weakness seen, taking everything off the plate. While both slaughter without question, they try being reasonable. You are no traitor, what lovers are they if not generous? Not the good kind for sure. If your submissive and obedient, your relationship will be pretty enjoyable, decent even. Cooperation is sincerely valued.

You will earn the honor of their presence, a badge for good behavior, sooner than later. Given gifts no mortal could buy lonesome. Presents for an early Christmas, you are above peasant items. Your favorite dishes and cute antiques. You will shower in praise, wet with compliments; you will see more and more freedom as long as you stay behind them, know your place.

It's all a plan, bringing the haughty Deca and other traitors justice. Dignity and justice always prevail. The war with the Abyss is just an obstacle, a mere dispute. Friends fight, lovers quarrel, a King must eventually defend his castle. Willing to perish for his walls and citizens, die for the kingdom.

Asura and Taishakuten are still only men, wanting you to love them as they do you; returning their love, trust and keeping it will benefit you greatly, many fond rewards and privileges. You're important to them, just as the best friends are to each other. Time heals all wounds, covers scars and cuts. Through any crisis, they will walk through the fires of hell to ensure you still belong to them. Sacrifice anyone for your happiness.

Perhaps, your life will be normal again.

It will.

Home is where the heart is, and your lovers hold it, jailed tightly by bars in their stained hands.

Go against them, however, prove disloyal...Sense you may betray them, things will get messy, till both are satisfied and finally get what they desire there won't be a cake walk in store for you. Asura is no fool, he will eventually find out if you have any malicious ideas. No one digs up demons faster than Asura can, whatever you hide, he will bring it out to light. Where your judgement will be cast. Kings manage their courts, the punishment planned will be agonizing. But they won't be as mad as you will be when your mind begins to split apart. Torn between reality and imagination, madness and sanity, picked bit by bit. Razor strings pull harder and harder, in your mind and in your body.

You deserve it for agruing over minor things.

A demon's love is powerful, dangerous. Their methods traumatize, paralyzing fear in you. Death is better than what they put you through. Your torture isn't their fault, you knew the rules, but you went over the line. Had to have the last word.

It will be better; you could have them at your beck and call if you only listen, be the kind and obedient lover like they know you can be. Giving to your lovers-your gods-is all you care about, but it pisses them off that you don't look their way when they try to appease you right back. You don't say 'thank you' to anything they do for you, all the things they did to free your home.

They know much more than everyone else, what hell and heaven is like. Be responsible, face the music, the consequences of your actions. Time and time again in the past, hurting others was no chore for them. Nor will hurting you be one. Sometimes you have to hurt the one you love to protect them.

If it hurts them more then it hurts you, why are you the only one screaming?

A few broken bones won't be life threatening for you, or for others. If eyes need to be picked out, or if Asura needs to cut someone to itty bitty pieces then so be it.

You reap what you sow. Give pain, get pain. Nothing eases, the Celestials never worry for time, and the Kings are eager to show just how dedicated they are to their beloved and to their goals. Murder is not off the books of things they will do to get you to do as you're told, killing is an interesting hobby for Asura and the Celestial King massacred his own royal court many times. It's for the best, it is all for your health and wellness. The well-being of their nation.

Your blind, but flaws are what makes people perfect. Your Kings are the definition of faulty, but you adored them anyway. Embraced them, loved your gods as dearly as their loyal devotees, despite their tragedies and the scars of their karma. They are broken gods, Kings with cracked crowns, never sorry. But the value of their promises weights mountains. There is compromise when it comes to you, living for your love, placing you into line. They promised you their love will last forever, no matter what, even if the world is against them, you will never be abandoned.

Not under your Kings's watchful gaze.

Innocent lives are used as tools to force you on your knees, daily if need be. Hung right in front of your door, unwashed from your nightmares, the guards refuse to look in your direction. As they should, if they wish to keep their pitiful lives. Asura sneers in distain and sadistic delight, leave you begging and Taishakuten has you rotting, drained of tears, soaked in blood that isn't all yours. Proving how hypocritical he truly is behind his golden gates, their true intentions revealed on a silver platter, not guilty.

It's but a mask, hurting you is no fun. There is no true joy in it, shared between them, all they could ever want is your devoted gaze. Underneath are beings that long for love, suffocating their selfishness and loneliness. They long for their other half, and they long for you. It's all a part of a plan, everything is a part of a bigger plan.

They don't want to break you, but you won't the same, you will crack and crumble, yes, but they will mold you back together in no time. When an old tree dies a new one grows, a new awakening. You will be whole again, the paradise they all dream of is closer than you think, a few leaves just need to be snipped.

Still trees have blood, all things bleed, its ok to hurt sometimes.

It can be bearable. You can bear it for them. You have many times, in and out of yourself. You recall how much the flowers give as much as they take, but they all still look glorious as ever, his ugliness concealed on the surface, hiding you from the worse world.

The pain will be tucked away soon, you have to be patient, the emptiness is temporary. Even in the Abyss. They waited for you and now you will wait for them. It's the least you could do, after everything that happened, you will make it up to them somehow, you're so weak.

Asura will take the pain away, as he always does. It's like it was never there in the first place, a fierce wind passing over you. Taishakuten will fill the holes with honeyed words and sweet kindness; his light, with as many beautiful lotuses, fills the shimmering garden you could never tire of watching, counting the King's petals like you did the immortal stars in the sky.

You never realized how easily you could be plucked, just like lotuses. But that is how humans are, weak. Beneath the Gods, powerless and working their pitiful lives to brittle bones.

You're so fragile. Had you always been this breakable?

You hurt them after all, it's only right that you had to retrieve back the pain tenfold.

What is pain but a lesson? It's what your god's taught you, beaten into you till blackness swallowed your eyes. If you hurt another you must expect to be hurt back. What goes around comes around, the cruel circle of life, natural order and karma.

If you kill someone expect to die as well.

Wait.

Wait for them, they will come back for you, they have too, no one abandons the one they love. Not truly, not when they promised you.

Asura came back for Taishakuten, in turn, he came back for him. Even when Asura's original body was breaking down, his spiritual entity remained. And he came back, back to the light he longs for. Like they knew they would, always together. Opposing opposites attracted, yin-yang. Their true bodies can't actually die, not as human ones do. Like yours. No man he loved greater than him and loved no one greater than you; now it's your turn.

Soon, it's your turn. They will reach you in your prison of countless broken parts and tiny white lies, benevolent for tolerating you.

Peace comes sooner or later, then they will take you for a grand tour of their paradise, lost in bliss and sweetness. Air fresher than ever before, no smoke or bloodshed. No fire or hatred. You will sit with them on their mighty Thrones, laughing and sharing tales of old. Taking breaks for picnics and sightseeing. Forever with them.

You missed the old times. So did they. Reminiscing about the fluttering butterflies, beats of bird wings matching the falling leaves. How incredible the palace looked setting with the Sun, fields of glory and history. The war changed everything, turned your beloveds against each other in a black and white game of chess.

You want it to end already. You're tired.

You deserve to share their dream, a haven from the forsaken war they sacrificed so much to end; you were here for them when it was all beginning, when the Deca tried to string up one of your lovers from his deserted home, covered in blood that he never stopped trying to wash from his rough hands, you guided him through the miles of disgusted people, helped him climb up into power and resist the corrupt system that always suppressed him. You smile at him the way only his mother did.

Despite the hatred the world shows him, never once he looked down because of it, he refused to give his abusers such satisfaction. Never gave in so easily. You once were the same, now you can only look up when they came.

A lotus flower wilts, dying from a weak root. A purified body ashore, wishes on its final seed to unify. A singular flower, supported by god's invisible hands, climbs to the skies. Knotting in his enteral stem. A youthful stem that touches the heavens, freed of the suffering from mere mortals and gods, higher than destruction may reach.

Wait.

All things come with a price and no price is too high, no stem could grow tall enough. You know that personally, its engraved in your brain, your heart remembers home.

The beating of a heart, a drum, echoes in your ears. Yours quickens with it; the water moves to the rhythm, dancing in sparkling moonlight. The flowers speak a language you can't understand. The petals aren't how they usually look. Painted in color you swear is-

Its slipping, and the submerged body is bathing. Skin so pale it seems dead, marble white like a roman statue. Why are you slipping? You weren't even on a floor, unless air counts.

The pool is covered in even more corrupted petals, it doesn't make sense. The water waves, then it flows. It washes your feet, then your hips, it keeps reaching and you're still slipping. The thumping gets unbearable, rings in your ears, loud caroling bells. You can bear it though.

You can bear it. Its because of what you did, all the things you have done.

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You wiggle, laughable, you try to swim but you hardly move. You don't feel anything; your scream carries no voice, no sound in the endless valley of aqua. No sound as you slip inside the Abyss, only the self travels.

The water carries the lotuses, effortlessly, raises them above the masses, none of them connect to your skin, like your below them, not good enough to be graced with their forbidden touch. But you aren't, right? Your skin is dirty. You've been very bad this lovely night, it was going to be beautiful, but you ruined it.

The flowers of a 2-faced King bathes in a taint twistedness, his face is unreadable, hidden by the petals, by the light brought by a sudden tear. You hurt but at the same time there is nothing.

Nothing but the pressure of a brightening rip, the only visible thing in the blurs of wet mixed colors. The water molds to its shape, disfigured droplets, is it raining or are you just sweating?

The tear is leaflets and more god damn petals, fading into a light that just isn't right. It's so bright, you still see it clear as a mirror, captivating. The flowers are making you sick, their gold stems hold small faces of your family, your family is looking for you. A flash then more visions. Ashamed they can't seem to see you, but you see them. You see all of them, they look worried, they lost someone. Surely not you?

Who are they again? They're your family, your flesh and blood. But are they?

Memories are fading, you can't see your past, your childhood. You're not sure it's you, not totally. Its brushing along the currents, breaking from your fingertips like glass, happily spinning to the beats of the music. A gold light is eating them, deep in the blinding floret tear, overgrowth.

Even more petals, even more lotuses that are the most familiar of everything, even more nothingness.

So many broken petals, lively, littering everywhere in what little eye room you have left. Just so much more.

People are swimming away from you in the pools, washing them away from your skin, they disappear. One by one they vanish within the waters, abandoned amongst the golden lotuses. Lost in the garden, forgotten by the Abyss.

No! You can't forget them! They are all you have left; they took everything from you, you loved them! Give them back! You never wanted-

You want to vomit.

Spreading like a virus, burning just as violently. You can't forget, you twist and can't turn,

You can only watch the gloomy waters, gentle as the rain, proud as the raging storm.

Lotuses grow on all that matters, all that used to matter. Leaves cover their saddened eyes, devouring roots, eating everything you love,

everything you used to love.

The thread is tighter, the light overtakes; it was supposed make you see but it doesn't. You can't move, all you do is tremble. Before your gods there is nothing else, what is pain but a lesson we all have to learn?

The water raptures, the clean dispirited. An endless red and ocean of black grows, thorny leaves and ashen bones, flooding. A darkness, black famished evergreen so familiar. Is it worth remembering anymore?

Water touches your neck, no pressure yet it chokes. Then your mouth, kissing you, black bubbles prove you still breathe, then lastly your eyes. The light perishes, the body merged with surrounding dark, the pale King is gone.

The tear is gone, the petals vanish with the surface, never saying goodbye. Nothing replaces it.

Only you, alone. In a sea of empty, devoid of any life. Dark and black, it swallows you whole in one bite. Your sight floods, you're going under, yet your alive. Finally, you swim. But not as you're supposed to.

The Abyss is huge, you sink further in the depths thanks to an invisible anchor, deeper then all else.

The flowers ate you; the water drowned you and now the Abyss stole you. All there is in the end is an abyss, an empty corner. Bringer of terror, limitless nothing. There always was.

The Abyss looks at you and your soul-it has no choice-stares right back, consuming youR-

What are you so worried about? What have you to fear with your beloveds? Your Kings by your side?

You don't worry about your troubles anymore, it's their job to worry, not yours. They are Kings, close as can be to each other and to you, you are all a part of a single whole. You need each other, it's your story, your happy ending is being read. You want a happy ending, you've always wanted one, like a fairytale.

But now, they aren't by your side. You've been bad, they didn't like that. You have to suffer, be hanged from the thread that binded you, you hate how deeply it imprints themselves on your delicate flesh. But its ok, the guilt beats it by far. You have to wait; weeping won't make them come faster; weeping makes the world slower and sadder, tiring how awful the world looks.

Wait.

It won't take long, you had worse. The past proves that. Just until they are reassured you will continue to bound yourself to their domain, your obedience tied to them and them alone.

Begging, pleading to your lovers for forgiveness. And they will forgive you, it's a promise. They always keep their promises unlike you.

Eventually.

Just wait.

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red-archivist · 2 years

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Okay before tma2 blows everyone's ideas to kingdom come, here are some Thoughts about Somewhere Else and how I reckon it would actually work based off what we know...

So the Fears make it through to other realities, that’s for sure, there’s no escape from the horror and tragedy they bring

However, they do not make it through unscathed. So, in the show’s setting this categorisation of 14/15 fears is a human framework, its an imagined structure designed to help the characters understand what they’re facing- but the Fears themselves don’t fall neatly into that structure- they mix and match, they cross boundaries, they can blur together

But the way the Fears emerged in the multiverse was through that finely woven web of tapes- a system deliberately designed to organise and delineate them. As a result, the Fears are now bound by this system, it is innate to them where it wasn’t before. Therefore, any fear/fright/dread that falls outside of those neat little boxes, or tiptoes along the borders no longer feeds them

Somewhere Else, the Fears are much, much weaker than they ever were before; they have no footholds in any of these realities and their means of feeding are severely restricted (sucks to be them ig)

as for jon and martin specifically:

Jon died when martin stabbed him- but in that transition to the new world(s) when the eye realised (in so much as it can realise anything) that its power was being stripped from it and its one and only remaining avatar was dying, it pulled him away from the end just like after the unknowing

unlike the unknowing, jon is never comatose- the eye is too desperate and he only vaguely conscious so he again chooses to live (its not really a choice just like it wasn’t before but yk) and he wakes up covered in his own blood with a new scar on his chest

jon is still technically the Pupil of the Eye, but in a world where the beholding has no power that title means nothing (years down the line, he will joke that he feels like ‘one of those pricks that buys a lordship’)

any abilities/powers he still has are at the level of power he had in s1, almost non-existent and mostly unconscious

he could theoretically get more powerful/back to s4 levels if he fed the eye but he is so guilt-addled and so so careful to never let that happen

as a result he is physically weak/unwell for pretty much the rest of his life- in his weakest moments, he misses being the archivist, if only because he was able to live without pain.

Still, an upside is having a human appetite again (someday he will stop feeling bad for sating his normal hunger)

Martin actually spent more time in the hospital than jon after their initial arrival- he tried to shield him from the worst of the debris and broke his shoulder blade-needed some skin grafts too

the pull of the Lonely doesn’t reach him- not in any supernatural sense but his personal melancholy lingers and the white streaks never fade from his hair- the arm never heals quite right and he has chronic pain in that area for the rest of his life

they argue a lot, at the beginning- how could they not? both so convinced of their own rightness, of the other’s betrayal- stubborn down to their bones and so so hurt

they never come to an agreement, no concessions are made and barely any apologies- but as time and distance come between them and that instant, they make a decision to put those feelings down and carry on without them, as much as they can

a new life is hard, they know fear is around every corner, and building an existence where you never had one before is nigh-impossible, but they make it work

they choose love, and each other, over and over, just as they did at the top of that tower

#this is alllll personal interpretation/headcanon of course #yes i liked the ambiguous ending #yes i have a firm belief that SE happened and happened exactly like this #i contain multitudes #tma #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma s5 #jonmartin

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catcas22 · 1 year

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Suburb AU part 1

No.

Such a versatile word, simple, beautiful. Generally, Morgott loved telling people no. Unfortunately, he could never quite manage it with Godwyn.

“It’ll be fun,” his younger brother pressed. “You could use some time off.”

“Just go with the other two.”

“Vyke’s on his honeymoon, and Fortissax has a work thing next week.” Godwyn’s smile widened. “That’s why I thought we could make it a family trip this time. Radagon and Blaidd are coming.”

“If you want family, take Mohg. He could use the fresh air.”

“I asked. He just hissed at me.”

Of course.

“Morgott, you really should come. You need the time off.” Godwyn hesitated, eyes widening earnestly. “I’m worried about you.”

“Worried? What for?”

“You’re forty-one, and you’re already completely gray.”

“It’s genetic, Dad went gray early...”

“When people find out we’re family, they think you’re Mom’s brother.”

“She’s had work done...”

“Her older brother, Morgott.” The worst part was that Godwyn wasn’t riffing. He was genuinely distressed. “When you go into town, kids line up to tell you what they want for Christmas!”

Morgott snorted. “Once. That happened once. In any case, one camping trip isn’t going to add twenty years to my life.”

“Some time away from the watch would go a long way.” That Grace-forsaken smile was back. “It’s just one week. I promise the neighborhood won’t burn down while you’re gone.”

Morgott sincerely doubted that.

Unfortunately, he never could tell Godwyn no.

***

Morgott stood outside the rec center breakroom, gathering himself. He could do this. He could, theoretically, delegate responsibility. If he wanted to. Probably. At the very least, disappointing the junior members of the neighborhood watch would be easier than disappointing Godwyn.

He shoved the door open to find Nepheli and Kenneth poring over a scatter of maps on the card table and Gostocc on his phone.

“I’m going on a,” he paused, taking a breath to get his tongue around the unfamiliar word, “vacation.”

Dead silence.

Morgott waited, bracing himself for the inevitable looks of betrayal and abandonment. Kenneth cleared his throat, opened his mouth as if to speak, and shut it just as quickly. Nepheli and Gostocc just stared.

“I’ll be back in one week. When I return, I expect to find the Capitol Subdivision in exactly the condition I left it. I’m keeping the keys to the golf cart.” He hesitated, eyes flicking across three gobsmacked expressions. “Nepheli, you’re in charge.”

He turned and marched out before he could second guess himself. Just before the door closed, he could hear Gostocc whisper “It’s got to be a medical thing, right? Do you think he’s dying?”

***

“So he is coming?” Radagon juggled his phone with one hand, tossing various items into a duffel bag with the other. “That’s great, he needs it.”

Ranni glanced up from her book, leaning over the arm of the couch. “Who’s coming?”

“Morgott.” Blaidd nudged her shoulder teasingly. “I didn’t think he’d come. He probably thinks you’re going to burn down the neighborhood while he’s gone!”

Even as she laughed along with her brother, the wheels in her head were turning. Morgott was going to be gone for a week. To Ranni, that meant only one thing. With her senior year winding down and college only a few short months away, Morgott’s absence was an opportunity, a precious window that would not come again.

It meant that she finally had a chance to settle the score with Enia.

Pensively, she reached up to touch the faint scar on her cheekbone. “An eye for an eye.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Dad!”

***

Radahn flopped back onto the bed, idly tossing his football from hand to hand. He was already bored, and Blaidd wasn’t even gone yet. Practice didn’t start for another two weeks. Maybe he could talk Godfrey into running a few drills?

He scarcely took notice of Ranni speed-walking past his room. When she backtracked and paused in the open doorway, he sat up and tossed the football aside. She looked... Unusually scheme-y today. “What’s up?”

“You don’t happen to know anything about dead-reckoning navigation, do you?” She gestured at the star charts peppering his wall. “Or maybe navigating by the stars?”

“Not really?” He shrugged. “Mostly I just like to look. Never really got into the math side of it. I might have a book, though.”

“Can I borrow it?”

“Sure.” He shuffled through the contents of his desk. Homework, homework, game notes, The Black Stallion Mystery, more homework. “What do you need it for?”

“Blaidd’s usually my map guy. I’m going to have to improvise this time.”

Here it is. Radahn hesitated, still holding the backyard astronomy book. “Right, but what do you actually need it for?”

“It’s for a project.” There she went again with the scheme-y look. “And it has to be done before Morgott gets back.”

“That still doesn’t--” He stopped cold. “Morgott’s going on the trip?”

“Yes?”

Radahn let out a howl of pure joy. Pulling his sister in for a quick bearhug, he pushed the book into her hands and raced downstairs. “It’s finally happening!”

***

FRIDAY

“You’re covering my shift next Saturday.”

Mohg opened one eye, fixing Varré with a withering glare. “No,” he growled, “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“It’s your job.”

“It’s also my house, and my couch,” he pointed to the half-empty bowl in Mohg’s hand, “and my ramen.”

Mohg rose to his full height, towering over his roommate. Surely, he’d have the sense to back down.

Varré jabbed a finger into his chest. “Be at Spencer’s, a week from Saturday, wearing my nametag, or you can find someone else to mooch off of.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me! You can go crawling back to your mother for all I care!”

Now, that was hardly fair. Realistically, he’d go crawling to Godwyn. Or maybe Uncle Maliketh. But he’d be dead in a ditch before he’d go back to... And, Varré was already gone.

“Fine! But I’m only doing it because I want to, Mothe-- Varré!”

***

Rennala was more than a little unnerved to find Miquella in her house. Not that she had anything against him personally -- the entire arrangement was unbelievably awkward, but that was hardly the twins’ fault.

Miquella was a very odd child. “Mature for his age” didn’t quite cover it. Two years ago, he’d turned up on her doorstep carrying a locked briefcase that he needed both arms to hold.

“Good morning, Rennala. Can I come in? This won’t take long.”

She’d invited him in, naturally assuming he was selling cookies or magazines or something of the sort for school. By the time she returned with a snack and some money, he’d cracked open the briefcase and assembled two neat stacks of documents on the kitchen table.

“... Miquella, are these emancipation papers?”

“Yes ma’am. Everything is in order, but I can’t file them until I turn sixteen. I was hoping I could leave a copy with you?”

Of course that had led her to ask some rather pointed questions about the state of affairs at the Aeterna household. Miquella had caught onto her line of questioning almost immediately.

“It’s okay, she hasn’t done anything legally actionable.” He paused, brow furrowed. “Mother and I have... Irreconcilable differences of opinion. On a lot of things. I just want to make sure Malenia and I keep our options open.”

He’d been twelve at the time. And now she had emancipation papers for both of her husband’s ex-girlfriend’s children locked in her file cabinet.

With that in mind, she felt she could be forgiven a moment of pure I do not want to deal with this today when she came downstairs for her morning coffee and found Miquella and Radahn conducting a business meeting at her kitchen table.

Thankfully, none of the documents spread between them appeared to be emancipation papers.

Coffee first.

“These should cover the party.” Miquella tapped an official-looking form with his pen. “And you’ll need to fill this out for the fight itself. Since we’ll be doing all of this through the Haligtree Foundation, you can use my gambling license.”

Rennala took sizable gulp of her coffee, never mind how hot it was. “Are you boys doing something for school?”

“I’m hosting a charity MMA match!” Radahn’s eyes positively shone with excitement. “We’re going to get a band too, and food trucks, and--”

“Radahn,” she began as gently as she could, “you know Morgott’s on the HOA. He’s never going to let you--”

“But that’s the best part! Morgott’s on vacation, I just have to convince his substitute.”

“Oh.” She took another sip of coffee, contemplating several questions and settling on the most pressing of the lot. “Who’s fighting?”

***

“Hoarah Loux and Surtr?” Nepheli scrutinized the form a second time, hardly believing her eyes. “They’re really doing a comeback match?”

The boy nodded emphatically, bright red hair almost grazing the ceiling fan as he bounced on his toes. “It’s a rematch for the twenty-fifth anniversary of the fight they never finished!”

“The ’96 grudge match? The one where Godfrey broke two vertebrae?” She knew the details of the fight by heart, despite not even being born when it first aired. Her parents had been exceptionally dedicated fans. In fact, that was how she got her middle name.

“That’s the one!”

Nepheli rolled the pen between her fingers, contemplating the stack of forms. This party seemed like the kind of thing Morgott would shoot down purely on principle. In the year and a half she’d been on the watch, he’d never greenlit anything more involved than a backyard barbeque.

But... It’d be an amazing party.

Hoarah Loux, Surtr, and the Lords of Blasphemy? And all for charity? Even Morgott couldn’t say no to that.

“Okay kid, throw your party.” Rummaging through the desk drawer, she came up with Morgott’s official HOA stamp. She paused, stamp hovering over the dotted line. “Don’t make me regret it, right?”

#elden ring #fanfic #suburb au #comedy

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Honestly, I do not understand why no one in the IC stood up for Feyre regarding the pregnancy. In the past, Amren and Cassian called out Rhys and Az for the Eris thing. We're just expected to believe the entire IC is just okay with keeping vital medical information from Feyre...? No one objected to it at all? I don't know, it just seems very OOC for everyone to have no problems with lying to their High Lady.

OMG, it was handled so terribly, I can't...

Even if theoretically, we can understand why Cassian and Azriel wouldn't tell her--it's husband/wife thing, they are loyal to Rhys more than anything, etc. --i still can't believe that they were so casual about it, even for HIS sake. They didn't know about the death pact, but they would've understood what Feyre's and the baby's deaths would do to him. Also, they are part of his POLITICAL IC, so no one thought to have a discussion about the political ramifications of her death? Knowing that he is pretty much going to be catatonic and completely out of it for a period of time AND there would be no heir.

Mor and Amren, Feyre's 'best friends' did not think to pressure Rhys--considering that they are his 2nd and 3rd too--into discussing this with her?

Also, I dont care how mad Nesta was at her, when Cassian told her, she was just like, oh, well. I dont believe it for a second! THey had a lot of issues, but if Nesta knew that Feyre was dying, that her nephew would likely die too, AND that Rhys wasn't telling Feyre about it, she'd fucking get those silver flames flaming. That, at the minimum, she wouldnt demand to talk to Elain? and discuss this. Because if Feyre dies, what is THEIR position? Like, Rhys is a brother-in-law to a dead sister...and they literally have nothing. Sure, Nesta might have assumed that he wouldn't toss them out, but realistically, that never crossed her mind???

Ugh. I dont know if SJM was drunk or whatever, but this is probably her worst piece of writing ever--the entire stupid pregnancy plot. She literally made every single person an asshole, for no reason. The entire IC, Rhys and Nesta, and technically Helion, and Drakon and Miryam. Basically, everyone knew and no one told. And then, she didn't even bother to write Feyre's reaction and how she felt about the betrayal.

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Hear, see, and speak no evil (the monkey emojis lol) from the OC ask game?

Tyr gave me such a FIT over these, okay? Naturally, I had to bother him to be stubborn, but woof. This was a bit of a heavy one.

I feel like he needs a sticker warning about... veering a bit dangerously close to that self-sacrifice (aside, I read that back in HK's voice and now I'm just. sighs @ myself) is the answer thing, but... he doesn't quite cross that line. He just. Flirts with it. A lot. Without telling anyone else. I don't know, he's just kfnalskdfnlsaf. Keysmashing. It isn't the answer. He theoretically knows this. Theoretically.

This will not stop him from making fucking stupid decisions. Send help. For me or him? Yes.

My poor little glowstick 😔 smth smth his arresting looks and layered identity crises have captivated me, etc etc

Hear-no-evil: What is the worst thing your oc could hear from someone?

It was all a lie and you are alone.

This was the trickiest one, honestly. Tyr takes a lot not exactly on the chin, but... He’s good at… pretending he’s fine, really. He conceals. He swallows. Because it’s part of how you could survive living with the Sith watching your every move. Tyr says one of his worst fears is to lose the few people he cares about - and, to an extent, it is.

But he also spent a while without being able to fully, genuinely rely on others. He’ll fight ‘til he’s worn down to the bone to protect those people, but the inner, ‘uglier’ (I’m stumbling to find a better word) realist in him recognizes its always a possibility. Forever’s not a guarantee. Especially when your husband’s also a spy.

“We’ll take everything from you” isn’t an unfamiliar threat. Hunter made it and made all but complete good on it. I think they succeeded a bit more than Tyr will ever want to admit; the interlude period between Chapter 3 and… even as late as Shadow of Revan? Tyr doesn’t trust almost anyone. It’s hard to completely trust even someone like Vector because he did, in a sense, lose everything. It’s not that Vector got any less trustworthy and more that Tyr was painfully aware how thin the ice underneath his feet was and how dark the waves were beneath it. He’d never want to drag anyone else into that.

But a betrayal, an abandonment by the extremely few people he’s tried so hard to let in, whom he’s trusted enough to try to figure himself out in front of? That’d cut him to the core.

It's also probably worth noting that while he doesn't exactly refrain from speaking his mind all the time with Sith, there is always an apprehensive tremor that runs through him about it. Lana may be the only eventual exception because they ultimately finally find ground as equals, but that back of the mind knowledge of being undone with no power to change or stop it never leaves. Acina's scathing Intelligence should have retired you when they had the chance! from Iokath clocks quite high on the list of things that dealt way, way more damage than Tyr has ever talked about or admitted to. That was a sore one on multiple levels and, as John Mulaney says, we just don't have time to unpack all of that.

Is what Tyr maintains about it, anyway. [inhales] Boy.

See-no-evil: What's a side of your oc that they don't want to show to other people?

Alright, okay, you got me, this one was also rather difficult, largely because his “sides” aren’t that well-defined - rather nebulous and shifting like dissipating fog. And it’s different for different people - which, obvious, I suppose, but particularly complicated given how much Tyr walks a tightrope through intrigue and opposition for so long.

Ultimately though, I don’t think he really wants to share just how far he’d be willing to go - the risks and compromises he is willing to put himself through. He doesn’t shy away from this, per se - I have written him practically verbatim telling Malavai Quinn he’d tear the Empire down to the foundations with his bare hands if that’s what it takes (and a 'same scenario, different take' version where he admits basically the same to Vector; one day maybe I'll finish either of them, F). But saying it and enacting it in front of these few souls who care so much for him, have come so far at his side are two drastically different things.

It won’t necessarily be enough to stop him, I don’t think. He still can’t see it, won’t admit it, but Tyr is dreadfully dedicated to his ideals at times. And he’s willing to wade through blood and plasma bolts to get there if he needs to. Ideals they may be, but this world has never been spotlessly idealistic. That makes him no less willing to fight for it though.

He doesn’t even quite acknowledge this as much as he maybe should to himself. Just another part of Cipher Nine, mayhap, that he won’t dare to wake until he’s necessary.

Speak-no-evil: What is something your oc will refuse to remain quiet about?

Haha, maybe all of this was just building to this kanfdlkadnslf!

Alright. Boy’s really keen to talk back to their pretentious Sith overlords about the value of mere “pawns” like himself, no matter that it continues to kind of genuinely startle him probably… until he has to deal with Valkorian on a daily basis and it finally wears the edge off (because that shit’s gotta be exhausting, what energy is left over to worry about the consequences?).

Because while he talks back somewhat often for an operative that’s all too well aware that they’re living and serving on borrowed graces and he wouldn’t change this, necessarily, he still knows a little too consciously that he’s playing with fire. He just… continues to choose to do so. To say it’s because he knows his work is necessary overstates his confidence of his position. He’s really not that confident about it. It’s just… he’s tired? Tired of trying to please while trapped in the constraints of a web. The Dark Council’s already proven they don’t trust his judgement or his loyalties and that’s what gives him a reason to genuinely question those loyalties so far as to actually break them.

The way he sees it is kind of that he’s already been a target. He has just enough of a reputation to turn heads when he speaks up, so he can’t, in whatever good conscious may be left to him, stand by silently. It happens with Lord Razer, it happens on Makeb when he talks the mission over with Darth Marr, and it, in a sense, happens on the Dominator against Darth Jadus. It definitely happens with Lana on Rishi. If there’s a single consistency to Tyr, it’s that he stands by people he cares about even a little - no matter how fucking blind he is to that quality. He’s been around the Empire long enough to know more than enough about what it’s like to be thought of as a means to an end first and anything else - friend, citizen, ally, what have you - second. That’s not acceptable to him. He’s not a spy or a soldier to spread fear and destruction. That is the cursed domain of the Sith. He signed on to look after things - people. And if they’re not doing that, then the system’s gone wrong. That’s supposed to be their jobs, their purpose. And his passion for that will always overrule any apprehensive notion of self-preservation in the face of a loosened Sith lord. Because if he doesn’t stand ground there, who will? How do you change the precedent if you’re not willing to make that change?

So, really, in short... double-edged character traits and Tyr, I guess. x,D He fascinates me. I love him. I pity him. I want him to get better and I'm going to watch him possibly get worse akldnfldsanfsdf. He's got such a Pandora's Box thing going on and idk if any of us are ready for him to actually recognize that, ignorance might genuinely be bliss klfdsalkn; or at least... maybe a little less emotionally damaging. If still potentially incredibly self-destructive. Stars help him.

#answered #ch: tyr #swtor ocs #i'm staring at him under a microscope is he uncomfortable yet? very likely #the amount of a lil fucked up he is when i pull back some of his defenses is a little like!!! yikes!!! you okay bestie!!!! he's so not!!!#i love him i do he just has SO many problems my GOD #imperial agent #dial it back my boy go pet a fluffy critter i hear they're good for the happy chemicals #genuinely i need this man to adopt his random alley cat and finally take his cat and his husband and fuck off this is for your health tyr

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after a re-watch of a frozen i am confident and ready to introduce.... frozen 0X! (like. x. 06. also here's context for what this even is)

first of all. i had to make a decision.

[Image Description: Text that reads: ABSOLUTELY NO ROMANCE. It is a GIF and drawn as if it's on fire.]

all romance has been removed and is not coming back.

another important thing. the cast is aged up four years for story purposes (elises coronation happening after she turns 21). which puts our main cast at four years older than in Canon . wait i need to list everyone to say their ages. feel free to make fun of me if my math is incorrect.

elise: 21

chris: 16 (the worst age in my opinion)

silver: 18

shadow: 19

ok so. um . assignment.

elise and chris are obviously elsa and anna and nothing is really changed there from the originals plot and emotional beats. besides removing romance .

silver is hans. AND BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING . remember i removed the romance. in this au chris and silver just become besties instantly and chris is like what if we made you [insert position in royal things i don't fucking know] and silver is just like yesss great idea. theyre idiots. another thing is silver is literally just some guy. he has literally zero qualifications at all. and i decides no betrayal plot. silver still becomes an antagonist but he's literally just really confused and trying his best <3.

i made shadow kristoff sorry. also sven is still just sven i thought it was funny and it is. he and Chris develop from hating each other or being annoyed by the other into siblings. also yes maria existed st one point. she's still dead though . sorry i am just at my limit and i am so tired of explaining so im ending the post here and you can discover further lore through misc ramblings in the au tag. suffer

also yes sonic doesn't appear once. i have ideas in a theoretical ... nvm

#sonic 06 #sonic x #Chris Thorndyke #princess Elise #silver the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #frozen 0X #side.txt

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Match-Up #34

Hewooo Lorei~ 💕 I'm a lil nervous cuz I know very little about ikesen, so I'm going in with no expected suitor in mind haha good luck!!

Hello, @alby-rei ! Well, this may actually be more interesting now, at least if you dove further into the IkeSen hellhole, haha. Jokes aside, I’m terribly sorry it took me so long to write this. I wish I could have foreseen some real-life event, but alas, life doesn’t work that way. Nevertheless, I hope that at this point, it will be a pleasant surprise.

5 positive qualities

Book-smart

Optimistic

Honest

Loyal

Friendly/Open-mined

Being book-smart... Hmm... Well, it’s not exactly the same as being street-smart, but I do presume it would be appreciated by warlords who operate more so in the theoretical realms.

Mitsunari (+1) Sasuke (+1)

Optimism -- if that isn’t a double-edged sword. Some take it as an advantage, some may see it as a sign of recklessness, or even an omen of doom... and for some, it surely is a breath of fresh air, without any other value added to it.

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (+1) Ieyasu (-1) Kenshin (-1)

Honesty could be especially valued by those forced to lie, either before themselves or everybody around.

Mitsuhide (+1) Masamune (+1) Shingen (+1)

As for loyalty, I do believe those who lived through betrayal or need constant reassurance would approve of that. For some it would be useful given their lifestyle and line of work -- a disloyal spouse could be disastrous in consequences.

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (+1) Shingen (+1) Kenshin (+1)

As for friendliness and open-minded-ness, I think it’d be universally cherished, with a small exception of some rather cynical warlords.

Ieyasu (-1) Kenshin (-1)

5 negative qualities

indecisive

forgetful

very sensitive (emotionally and physically)

random drops in self-confidence

stress/panic easily

Indecisiveness could get you killed in those times, I presume... Hmm... I wonder, how does it combine with loyalty? Does loyalty override it? But then, wouldn’t it be blind? -- That could make for a very strong line of understanding between you and Hideyoshi, but it could also be destructive. Therefore, I will hold my vote on that. As for the other warlords, I do think the majority of them would see it as an immediate risk factor, especially the ones who wouldn’t necessarily want to dictate for you how to behave. Hence, no immediate (-1) points will be administered for that specifically. Combined with being highly sensitive, I do think it could prevent certain relationships from forming -- the ones in which you’d have to press on the suitor harder for them to finally open up, all while risking being hurt yourself (both emotionally and physically).

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (+3) Masamune (+1)

As for forgetfulness -- my, my, I’d presume it’d be better if the potential partner didn’t share the same affliction.

Mitsunari (-1)

Being highly sensitive -- overall, I suppose it would make for the worst mix with the more so crude in words warlords (let’s factor in fluctuating sense of self-confidence here as well), and with the less mentally stable ones.

Ieyasu (-2) Yukimura (-2) Kenshin (-1)

Stress and panic -- well... Those would be the warring times, so... I think none would spare you. :I

1st Summary:

Nobunaga (+3) Shingen (+2) Hideyoshi (+1) Sasuke (+1) Ieyasu (-4) Kenshin (-2)

5 likes

Jokes, puns, anything that makes me laugh

Open communication

Traveling, seeing new places

Listening to music (obsessed with it, in fact)

Hugs!! (A necessity)

Points distributed for likes:

Nobunaga (+2) - travelling, physical affection Hideyoshi (+1) - physical affection Shingen (+1) - physical affection Sasuke (+4) - jokes, communication (future person concepts in common), travelling, physical affection

5 dislikes

lying (can’t do it, can’t spot it, can’t handle it)

rudeness

cold weather

loud noises/people

alcohol

Points distributed for dislikes:

Nobunaga (-2) - mix for alcohol and noise (may surround him), rudeness Mitsunari (+1) - he’s not a liar Ieyasu (-1) - rudeness Shingen (-2) - alcohol, lying Kenshin (-3) - loudness (around him, at parties, for instance), alcohol, rudeness (he may come across as such)

2nd Summary:

Sasuke (+5) Nobunaga (+3) Hideyoshi (+2) Shingen (+1) Ieyasu (-5) Kenshin (-5)

Only characters with positive value by their names will be considered in the final stages of the match-up.

Deal breakers

Negative attitude/pessimism

Getting yelled at/hurt physically

Shadiness

Not being treated as an equal

Shingen (+1) - shadiness Nobunaga (+3) - not being treated as an equal (pre-his-chara-development)

Pet peeves

Being micro-managed

Someone bringing up past faults or mistakes way too late (e.g., a month later)

When someone gives the silent treatment/is closed off about their feelings

Hideyoshi (-1) - micro-managing Sasuke (-1) - closed off about his feelings

3 Wild Cards

When I’m interested in something, I will learn everything about it and wanna ramble about it

I often adopt people’s speech patterns or mannerism if I spend a lot of time with them

my love languages (giving): physical touch and quality time

Hideyoshi & Sasuke (+1) - would appreciate said love languages

Final Ranking

Sasuke (+5) Hideyoshi (+2)

Sasuke

Confessed first: Sasuke. Via a note. By accident. It wasn’t supposed to be delivered.

Makes tea in the morning: You alternate on that.

Hogs blankets at night: The problem was solved after it happened once. You have two separate blankets, and for colder days - additional big one, to share between you two. Although cuddles are much preferred.

Is the little spoon: You.

Possible points for conflict: Sasuke struggles with identifying his emotion, and then with verbalising things regarding it. As such, things may sometimes seem to appear out of the blue, which startles you in turn. However, he’s attempting to work on it... It’s just a process.

Free time ideas: Visiting book stalls together, reading in the archives, having Sasuke talk in-depth about any topic of mutual interest (and then having you take over the lecture), stargazing.

Favourite date spot: One of the restaurants in the city surrounding Kasugayama castle. De-li-cious!

A secret you share: You always hide when Kenshin begins the deadly game of tag with Sasuke. It is strictly for the reason that you attempted to lie to him once about whereabout of Sasuke, and it went fairly poorly -- and you cannot seem to live it down. (It was bad). (Sasuke doesn’t mind, though).

His favourite thing about you: How easy it is for him to understand you.

His message to you: “Test your hypotheses with more confidence. There’s only one way to arrive at the conclusion, and... Whichever route you take, you will always emerge more knowledgeable than you were before.”

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