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shibuiking · 6 months

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umm. bhaal thoughts nd stuff under the cut. ive seen a lot of stuff mischaracterising/interpreting/whatever and it bothers me. i like him.

bg1+2+3 spoilers btw.

i dont wanna seem uhhh. confrontational or anything so this is just me airing thoughts out cz its true u dont rly Hear from him much directly in bg3 so i guess i get why ppl wouldnt know or think certain stuff. and im not the worlds expert on the topic as much as id like to be. but writing gods in stuff is never easy i think, especially as a fan, since they function on totally different ideas and have worldviews we could never possibly understand, etc etc

i think what bothers me the most is the misconception that bhaal would give a shit what the urge does. he definitely doesnt. the canon bg1+2 is a human male goodguy (derogatory) and even he was still supposedly favoured by bhaal (in that achieving slayer form was from a feeling of 'divine hatred' and not an actual gift since bhaal at the time was dead and he was favoured not for this but in that he was the strongest of all his spawn (this is bg2 stuff btw i highly recommend u play both those games if u liked bg3 durge)) i actually miss how bg2 introduced that form its way better than in 3 but thats a big tangent ToT and i get why since the durge was quite literally made with it in mind anyway he didnt care about the prev spawn because their only purpose was to die anyway. but he doesnt care abt what durge does either. he would not care if he was fucking gortash. the one constant w him is that all he cares about is the end goals, the process doesnt matter at all. i cant be bothered putting screenshots in rn but both the durge's old diary and sarevok say "bhaal cares only for death. death in numbers, death in droves." and the ingame proof is in that even if u refuse to kill isobel u can still get the slayer form by agreeing to accept his gift in the temple. whether u killed isobel or not just determines if u get slayer form early. the other proof is orin, who doesnt follow him as he would ideally want either (too focused on making 'art' with death instead of actually killing) but still gets to be his chosen if u play as tav instead of durge (he also doesnt like the way shes loyal to sarevok more than him) hes pretty pragmatic

also the other thing... abt the butlers. sceleritas isnt there to ensure u are loyal, thats his own prerogative and pride as a butler. tho i think the specifics of him in general are left intentionally vague. the rest of bhaals butlers are always imps, and his own was also an imp (theyre made in his imps image after all), bt sceleritas is made in bhaals image. since he has a glued on nose and the colouring on his face looks like a skull. and the earrings are mirroring the slayers facial horns. thats a bit of a tangent tho umm anyway, my point is that durge got a very special butler for reasons we can only guess at. (tho i enjoy thinking that he really was meant more as a nanny/standin parent figure)

anyway that got sort of long. i love dad a lot. everyones durge can be different frm canon obviously... bt bhaal is an established char, nd a super interesting one (i have a lot of thoughts abt the similarities w mystra+shar especially cz of bg3 and the way sheart+gale narrative's play out bt again thats uhhhhh a HUGE tangent and im not even sure how to word my thoughts)

anyway tldr bhaal is a very hands off parent and doesnt give a shit what u do as long as u get the job done (and i love him very much 🥺)

oh also if u math the years out, durge is 20yrs old at max. and that takes the assumption that bhaal made u ASAP after he was resurrected. trivia. if u wanna read the thing wheree he gets rezzed, its the 'murder at baldurs gate' story which also comes with a rly intensive worldbuilding manual for the city which could help w fanfic or whatever u want. i enjoyed reading it (helping w dnd stuff T_T).

another edit: i doubt anyone except me is rly interested bt i have soooo much to say on the topic of how bhaal treats the urge (positively+unconditionally), sceleritas in general, and the way the urges journey mirrors bhaals own fall from grace and coming back stronger, etc etc, i already wrote half of it on twitter anyway so if theres interest i can share it here too

#durgetash #the dark urge #enver gortash #bg3

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mxcrayon · 5 months

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i really want to be supportive of new doctor who but i simply do not like it

somewhere in matt smiths era the show started feeling different and i was unsure about it but i ended up LOVING it, and peter capaldis leaned into it in a way that i adored

when i started with jodies i was not active on twitter or anything at all and i had zero expectations. got about five or six episodes in and then simply stopped watching because i wasn't enjoying myself and i didn't want to force myself to watch tv out of loyalty

to prepare for the specials i watched the last ten minutes of her last episode and it was the silliest thing in the WORLD /derogatory, the editing looked choppy and unnecessarily dramatic like it was meant to be carrying the weight of the scene and the writing was stilted and superficial. "i know these teeth" made me laugh and i liked the reference but that was about it

the specials... i rly enjoyed seeing donna, and the characterization isnt bad. but its just so..... lackluster. i liked the ideas and some of the cgi/practical effects were rly cool, but it felt very like. predictable and just not new, like it wasn't going into any new territory it was just regurgitating old doctor who stories. the couple of plot twists they had were extremely obvious imo and had no real stakes to them, like it was just shock value that wasn't actually shocking. even the concept of a doppleganger who adopts your memories which SHOULD be terrifying just wasnt, like something was falling flat

maybe it's because i'm older now, or maybe it's because of nostalgia, but whenever i rewatch doctor who (which is often) i enjoy a good majority of what is being done, and even the bits i don't like are entertaining to watch, but with 13 (who i did not actually watch in her entirety so i don't rly feel comfortable commenting on her arc esp with all the hate she already gets, i like her as a character just not the episodes) and the specials i just don't think i would be watching at all if it weren't for my loyalty to the name and to the actors

#doctor who #rant #doctor who 60th anniversary #wild blue yonder #the star beast #i will be watching the third special and the next season #i know nothing about ncuti gatwa but i have hope that he will change my pov on this #i would rly like to still enjoy doctor who

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ellovett · 1 year

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OH EM GEE HIII KC

I saw ur tags on Tinsley’s update bio and THEY WERE SO FUCKING FUNNY

So i must ask if it is alright, for Corvus and Fayette’s thoughts on Tinsley?👁️👁️ or rlly anything ur mind comes up with for them ur so big brained

HAHAHAHAHA THIS IMAGE heehee OFC OFC anything for u jas <3 Tinsley was such a delight to psychoanalyze../pos

Corvus thinks Tinsley is sooooo cool, he thinks she's very fashionable and loves her sense of style!! It wouldn't be a surprise for Corvus to be all up in her face and be like "Hiiiii can I touch your hair? It's so nice, can I have those little pom pom balls too? I wanna eat one!"

I'm so sorry Tinsley they're so out of pocket, Corvus is such an unpredictable and weird force of nature, theyre like a natural phenomenon no one can pinpoint what exactly they are, but they're...something alright!

You can literally be the most ancient creature out there and Corvus would still want to examine you under a microscope and study your brain cuz he thinks your outfit is cool or something like that

Bros also the type to lean their elbow on Tinsley's head, this isnt out of anything derogatory and its not meant to insult her height either, Corvus is Just Like That KHFKJD

He still respects her as their senior though!

Shows her shiny rocks he found while they were hanging out on the campus rooftops.

It is also not uncommon for Tinsley to walk into the Diasomnia kitchen, and just see a pair of glowing red eyes silently eating straight from the pantry like some cryptid of the night LMAOO

"Oh hi Tinsley!"

"It's 4 am Corvus shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I had a dream where I ate all the cardboard cereal boxes, so I'm making it real!"

"What.."

"[CHOMPING] Oh do you want one?"

IM SORRYYYYYYYY im writing several formal apologies to Tinsley and her associates right now !!!!!/j

Fayette meanwhile is interesting, I feel like he's much older than both Tinsley and Lilia, so when he took notice of them both at the VDC at least 3 years ago before the events of twst, he realized that they both look awfully familiar

See, Fayette is old enough to have witnessed the start, the carnage, and the end of the Fae war [if that's the specific war you're talking abt KHFDJKD] SO LIEKKK, If He was involved in the war ! And Tinsley was A KNIGHT for the Draconia family !!!!!! U see where I'm going with this?

He wasn't a direct ally of the Draconia family per se, but he was a former scholar turned frontliner, being a powerful mage and all, I like to think the Bureau of Magic [sigh Ik they only mentioned this group once during the story BUT IM STICKING WITH IT] was first formed DURING this war, with Fayette being one of the first members.

I feel like the Draconia Family would have a few run ins with Fayette, so Tinsley would have seen him around talking to Malleus's parents about diplomatic things. But never quite interacting with him directly.

As for thoughts, Fayette knows Tinsley's past Knighthood, he silently commends her for it, is also rather delighted to know that he isn't the only fairy around! [Albeit he doesn't have his wings //anymore//] He still thinks it's nice to see

sad thought tho watching Tinsley and the others fly and he just watches them with a wistful look in his eyes...sobs

BUT OTHERWISE I THINKD THEY GET ALONG...Tinsley puts her puffballs everywhere and Fayette comes in clutch with his magic pouch full of sparkles, I feel like Tinsley would enjoy his classes too if she ever enrolled in RSA instead, an explorer like her would LOVEEE the wild ass field trips Fayette makes his students go on.

#admin answers #thank you for the ask jas!#admin post #fayette marraine dieu #corvus #twisted wonderland oc #I LOVE THIS ASK AHSJHHGFSHAGA SRRY IF MY ANSWERS A TAD BIT LONG/VAGUE!!

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yinses · 3 years

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B R A N D E D

| he would make sure that everyone knew who you belonged to |

tattoo artist! sukuna ryomen

rating: t

a/n: this is going to be a three part series. it got too long because i couldn’t shut up. thank you to @teoran for beta reading !!

you should have never informed yuuji that you were thinking about getting a tattoo, because of course his first response would be hey, sukuna owns a shop. why don’t you stop there. as if you didn’t already known that. your other friend, unfortunately had not known how to be subtle about it.

its when you go to hand off your card that they gasp audibly, drawing the attention of both yourself and the woman behind the counter.

“you’re not going to ask for a discount? i mean you know the owner, right?”

she jumps back quick enough to dodge the errant elbow you throw her way.

you knew you would regret telling her.

the woman is undeterred as she take your card, looking bored with the news. “so you know sukuna, huh?” the way she said it implied that it wasn’t the first time it had been made known to her.

you had known the man long enough to know where her thoughts were going with that assumption. sukuna wasn’t only popular for his art. a shudder rolled through your body at the idea of being categorized as one of his flings.

it wasn’t as though you were intentionally shaming the women. but it was sukuna. the same guy who locked you and his younger brother out on the patio whenever he was meant to keep an eye on you. and then blamed you for hiding from him when the responsible adults got home.

in hindsight, maybe you should have chosen another location. but now your card has been charged.

you scribbled your signature on the receipt, “uh yeah, awhile now. im not requesting him or anything.”

“his appointment book is full anyway. he doesn’t take walk ins.” its not said snidely, just matter of fact. as if she was seasoned with dealing with these kind of customers.

the man of topic strides in then, carrying a few bags of take-out that he drops carelessly onto the counter. he doesn’t m look unlike any other day, a loose white sleeveless shirt with a low hanging v-neck that just invited attention to his skin. the swirls of black ink made permanent by his hand only. though that was the advantage of this field and owning your own business on top of it.

sukuna was prepared to ignore the clientele planted at front desk, until he did a double take. those vermilion eyes took you in, morphing from speculation, to shock, a pinch of awe, then back to postulation.

“what are you doing here?”

a small frown mars you face. you didn’t actually consider that perhaps sukuna wouldn’t want you here. it was one thing to know the guy, but whether you wanted to accept it or not, you weren’t just another customer. so you unsurely respond with, “getting a tattoo?”

the snort he gives isn't one of annoyance. in fact its almost comforting to see the minuscule curl of his lips until they start to part, “yeah, missing something aren’t you?”

you realize with a frown that he’s referring to his brother.

“i have other friends.”

that slow smile wides as he gives your friend a brief look of appreciation. suddenly all those years of witnessing him cart his flings around rise to the forefront of your mind. really nothing rarely changed. “ i can see that.”

his gaze cuts back to you, “what are you getting? your boyfriends name?”

you cant tell if he’s teasing, fishing or a combination of them both.

he turns to lean over the counter, arms flexing at the action and pinches the fresh design still hot from the printer. you resist the urge to shuffle in place as he inspects the image with more interest than there were lines. it was hardly all that complex, just as you intended.

sukuna finally voices his opinion, to no surprise of your own. “yeah? kind of small isn’t it?”

“its my first sukuna,” you drawl.

you realize too late that the wording isnt best around him.

“no kidding.”

he tugs a styrofoam box free from the plastic bag before gesturing to you with a tilt of his head.

“alright, lets knock it out.”

you look to the woman expecting her to complain about his pending appointments but she only returns it with a pointed look. when it came down to it, what the boss wanted goes.

right then.

turning, you address your friend who seemed more invested in watching sukuna’s departure. “are you coming?”

her gaze snaps to you and she doesn’t even bother to pretend. she shrugs, “you may not be squeamish about needles but i am.” her hand waves vaguely towards the lounge area near the coffee station and stack of assorted snacks. “i’ll come running if you scream though,” she teases as you turn down the hall.

sukuna’s voice carries from the right in guidance where you find him setting his food off to the side. the room is neat. though you don’t know what you were expecting given the health expectations lining his work. then again, you’d spent the better part of the decade watching him cart week old pizza boxes out of his room so it was hardly a baseless assumption.

aside from the desk of tools and variety of inks the only other defining feature was the wall at the back. there was no rhyme or direction to the madness. the once white wall was littered with varying penmanships and messages. almost like an autograph book. some derogatory, others genuinely thankful for his work - you think you see a few numbers too.

the cushion of the seat protests under his weight as he rolls to the center of the room. he has the stencil of your chosen art held up in expectation.

“where is this pretty little thing going?”

“oh my rib- here on the right.” you think nothing of bringing up the hem of your shirt to expose the skin just under the curve of your breast.

he almost looks impressed, though there is some doubt. he wheels closer and gives no warning as his hand palpates the area. “over the bone? that’s daring for your first tattoo, princess.”

the name was nothing new, an accompaniment to yuuji’s ‘brat’.

part of you actually grateful that its sukuna. the entire shop had good reviews but it was best known for his talent. besides, the charge was already sitting on your card.

“i can handle it.”

he’s still squinting at your side, fingers tickling at your skin.

“yeah?” he answers absently. nimble digits you didn't think had any taste for delicacy carefully peel the plastic from the stencil. he doesn’t second guess himself in the slightest before pressing it to your skin.

when he pulls away, the chair follows him as he collects a hand mirror from his desk to reflect the design back to you.

“double sure?” he’s still rallying your resolve, but there is a hint of warning to his voice as professionalism seeps in.

with a firm nod you seal the deal,” yeah.”

“aright, pin up your shirt out of the way. tuck it into your bra if you want.”

you were expecting this already, given the location you’d decided on. with sukuna that action comes effortlessly without thought. it was no different than the times he’d seen you in your bathing suit, your brain reasoned. at least you still had your pants this time.

sukuna rests back into a lean against his small desk. absently you note that his eyes haven't left you once since you’d entered the room.

“eager little thing aren't you?”

but its sukuna.

you shrug.“ i guess. kind of been saving up for this one.”

the noise he makes is non-committal as he nods to the angled chair.

without your shirt there was no barrier between yourself and the leather. you expected the cold chill but the lack of stickiness kind of surprised you. once again you were reminded of the indisputable list of reviews at your fingertips.

sukuna goes about collecting the materials to disinfect your skin, angling the bottle and cotton over the trash can to catch the excess drops. satisfied with the saturation, he slides back.

you try to absorb the brief shock you feel when he applies the alcohol to your skin. it was hardly a substitute for actual bracing to come but it was good practice. when you look up, you catch his gaze again.

he’d been more observant in these last few minutes than you could ever recall sukuna caring before. maybe it was the job. though the thought of him excelling at customer service has you fighting a snort.

“cold,” you supply and he gives another grunt.

he chucks the cotton ball into the trash with all the efficiency of a man who has made a sport out of it and probably keeps score.

deciding on a solid color eliminated the need for him to break away to change shades, eliminating any surplus time keeping you in this chair.

a gloved hand braces your side, pinching the skin, while the other holding the gun rests against your sternum. when the motor starts you take a careful breath in. sukuna’s eyes raise at the sound.

“not nervous?”

you blink, expecting him to just get to it.

“uh, not really? i’ve never really been afraid of needles.”

he pauses. just when you part your lips to ask what wrong the buzzing starts.

its impossible not to tense at the first bite of the needle. but you fight the urge to jerk. it stings. the vibration of the motor is uncomfortable against your ribcage but it's not unbearable. you certainly wouldn't cry.

sukuna seems to notice it as well.

“not going to lie thought you’d be more of a cry baby? weren't you the one sobbing after you stubbed your toe.”

you latch onto the idle chatter even if it's a jibe.

“i was eleven and i sprained that toe.”

he gives you a quick glance. “sure, princess. completely called for the waterworks.”

you snort. “yeah well it made me stronger. im barely affected today.”

your words are followed by a shift of his hand as it turns to follow a line, the movement pressing firmly against the underside of your breast. you're too attentive to the needle pinching at your skin to take notice.

but sukuna does, eyes narrowing without your awareness.

“yeah, i can see that.”

rather than closing your eyes to block out the pain, you find a more comforting distraction in tracing the lines of his tattoos with your gaze. you can hardly make out the first tattoo he’d gotten at the age of seventeen after forging his parents signature.

the abstract design had now branched out, interlocking with new styles to map out the formation of a sleeve. it was almost like his own branded language. a dialect of bold shapes and bands. you’d never thought to actually ask what his tattoos meant. nor did you expect an honest answer.

sukuna works rather quickly and efficiently while your mind wandered. even if he hadn’t squeezed you in during his lunch break this felt like the usual pace for him. he looked so in the zone as he followed the pre-made lines to perfection.

you weren’t the model customer, still having your brief moments of weakness but he rolled with the interruptions better than you expected. sukuna was brash growing up and didn’t tolerate nonsensical people. you’d had your fair share of opportunities to be chewed out by him.

and earned a reasonable amount of them, though your returning attitude said otherwise.

but this sukuna was softer, if you could put it like that. he knew the right time to give you breaks but didn’t let your nerves settle too much. when he wasn’t adding a layer to permanency to your skin, an errant finger would smooth over the swelling flesh.

more than once you heard him throw out a quiet good girl. that you knew was meant to be encouraging but it came with additional implications that tickled your skin.

he tells you that you should be grateful that the artwork doesn’t need any shading. that it was never a good fit for beginners.

your chest expands the furthest it had in the last half hour when he finally rolls back.

“alright, princess, go ahead and take a look.”

you take the offered mirror again and angle it to take in the fresh piece. the reflection you get back is- amazing. you’d been so concentrated?? on micromanaging the pain that you failed to take in the little details he’d added along with the original design.

as if reading your thoughts, he snorts. “it's not my art if i don't leave my mark. you can tell me it looks good you know.”

if you didn't know any better, you’d say he was authentic in his attempt to bait your approval.

and you had no reason not to provide.

your legs are a little shaky but you manage to balance yourself before brining the eldest itadori into a hug. sukuna goes stiff for a moment before returning the embrace and doesn’t resist when you press your face into his shoulder. there’s an awkward pat before they release each other from the hold.

sukuna .. before he’s shrugging you off.

“god, what a noob. at least let me cover it up. you’re going to irritate the skin.”

when he turns back to rummage through his desk you note the hint of a flush creeping up his nape. you know better than to mention it, instead just smiling at his back.

there is a scowl on his face as he applies the cotton square to your skin and tapes it in place.

“please do not itch this shit. i don’t care if you feel like your skin is going to fall off.”

he presses a small tube of antibiotic into your hand.

“and apply this daily. you don't need it drying out. “

you’re grateful for the little slip of printed instructions that follow. you were able to remember the sensible directions but it couldn't hurt to have additional guidance when you started to question the progress.

“oh and no sex.”

that was definitely not on the list.

sukuna raises a brow in all seriousness. “what? if you get your blood pumping too much.”

you call him on his bullshit,” this small? hardly. “

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “alright, try it yourself if you want. i charge for touch ups though.”

the two of you size each other up. just like old times.

with a sigh you relent, “fine, no sex.”

“good, see me in two weeks.”

his words stop you short. it wasn’t as if you needed anything added and he wasn’t a physician checking on your progress. if anything, you would only revisit your artist if there was a problem.

“what for?”

the dawning grin would follow you for the next fourteen days.

“to make sure you didn’t have sex.”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna blessings #sukuna ryomen

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bipirate · 3 years

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What's the top 20 worst things in the books to you?

i was gonna say 20 is a lot but i fucking hate the mdzs book so much (and im guessing you mean mdzs anon?) that i think i’m gonna hit 20 easily. this isnt in any order bc idk how i could order these lmao

nonconsensual phoenix mountain kiss

sex where lwj is drunk and thus cant consent

miscommunication after sex as a plot device

the fact that it’s implied wwx is straight in his first life and gay in his second (him wondering if being gay is contagious bc he took mxy’s body)

going off of this.... the fact that mxy is gay and effeminate and sooo much smaller and shorter than lwj. oh and also he’s a lunatic :/

lwj using silence and paralysis spells on wwx to keep him in the cloud recesses against his will

lwj’s jealousy + possessiveness

wwx’s obliviousness

anal sex without lube in the WOODS

lack of female characters and the female characters that there are get next to no development

the stupid epilogue where they do their weird roleplay shit in public which only serves to show how mxtx thinks gay men kissing is sinful and it will corrupt little girls

‘every day is every day’ who the fuck promises to have sex every single day

lwj confessing his love to a delirious wwx and the fact that it doesn’t even occur to lwj and lxc that wwx might not have remembered what he said or did in return because he was DELIRIOUS and then being angry at him for that........

the confession scene...... like ok i like when they say i love you and the mental image of them just cuddling while jgy is doing his villain speech is funny but i hate how it starts with wwx saying ‘back then i really did want to sleep with you’ like it’s kinda cringe

wwx and lwj just generally don’t seem to like each other all that much

cutsleeve being used as a homophobic slur even though to my knowledge the term wasn’t meant to be derogatory in any way

i felt like a whole bunch of the characters weren’t fleshed out enough? nmj barely appears in the flashbacks even though it’s his death theyre investigting. jgy is barely mentioned before they start suspecting him.

related to point 17 but deserves its own point: yi city arc. i just don’t care for it. in the book it’s even worse because xxc, sl and xy don’t even appear earlier in the novel, and everything about them is infodumped on wwx by lwj. it’s just too exposition heavy

idk dude just the lack of tenderness in wangxian? there are like maybe 3 scenes that i thought were cute, but like. this is supposed to be a romance. where’s the romance

this isnt necessarily In the book itself but mxtx saying she only wants one gay couple in her novels bc it’s ‘realistic’. this is extremely funny when you think about how mxy died to bring back wwx like the quota of gay characters must not exceed two!!!!!!!

FUCK I FORGOT THE INCENSE BURNER EXTRAS. that’s the actual worst thing

i hope i didnt forget anything. feel free to add on :)

#anon #ask

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babysizedfics · 3 years

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Poor roman :( but that being said I am heka interested in 5

remus humiliates roman in front of jamal (but jamal is a sweetheart)

vote from this concept voting post!

TWs: swearing, emotional humiliation, arguing, remus is generally pretty mean in this - not "unsympathetic" but his behaviour is not ok, brief alcohol mention but it isnt a main feature

first some background info on remus and ro:

roman and remus' friend groups actually run parallel to each other by pure councidence in that theyre the same age and are both in the local queer scene

usually they only run into each other on nights out and avoid each other like the plague... until one of romans friends and one of remus' friends become a very serious couple and the friendship groups merge

remus tends to hang it over romans head whenever they argue or remus just feels like teasing him that he could so so easily spill romans secret littlespace to all his friends

and while roman claims to not care he also really doesnt want that to happen, especially the specific things remus threatens to reveal (namely him calling his cgs mommy and daddy, and his fear of the dark - which remus knows are romans biggest embarrassments)

and remus never USUALLY actually follows through on his threats, he loves to freak roman out but he doesnt mean to be intentionslly cruel.

but one night theyve had an argument recently and remus is out to hurt roman and finally follows through on his threat to reveal romans secrets. in front of jamal

((the actual incident below the cut))

all the friends are walking back from a night out, and remus hangs back from the group to talk to jamal. roman is just glaring at remus and not saying anything and holding jamals hand tightly. remus hasnt embarrassed him too bad so far, just asking jamal questions and referring to roman as his "baby brother" which is so annoying, but the thing is roman can tell hes building up to something

then suddenly remus smirks when he sees a completely pitch black side street thats theyre about to pass by, and he calls out to everyone "hey guys, there's a 24/7 mcdonalds through here and its a shortcut to the bus stop" and everyones like WOO mcdonalds and redirects to go down the side street

and romans heart pounds watching the friends all filter down the street without a second thought, theres no streetlights down there, theres light on the other side quite far away, but before that its SO DARK. and he freezes in place and jamal is tugged back by it and looks back at him. "babe, come on"

romans starting to feel shaky and he literally cant move his feet. his eyes flick between the street and remus' sadistic cocky smirk.

"whats wrong baby bro? you stuck or something?" remus leers with that stupid stupid smirk

and roman HATES him so so much

"ro, what's the matter?" jamal asks

"i- um," roman stutters, trying to keep his voice from shaking too much at the sight of his friends just having DISAPPEARED into the darkness - how are they okay with that?? "i- im not hungry"

"okay well i am, and remus said it was a shortcut anyway so-"

"i-i -- no i can't"

seraphina, romans best friend, looks back and notices whats happening and quickly jogs over (knowing roman is scared of the dark) "hey roma, it's okay we dont have to go down there" she soothes

jamal is supportive but he doesnt get it. he thinks roman is scared of criminals or smth. "i promise theres no one bad down there, hun. and i'll be right next to you the whole time, i'll protect you" and he smiles and tugs romans hand to pull him towards the side street

romans eyes quickly tear up and he panics and rambles "nononono dont please please i cant i cant" in a broken voice and plants his feet firmly on the ground, paralysed with fear

remus starts cackling "ohhhhh thats right~" as if he just remembered. "my baby brother's terrified of the dark, isn't he?"

"f*ck off, re" sera barks, standing between the twins, protective of roman

"wait, are you?" jamal asks sounding surprised. roman doesnt let himself look at him, too busy watching remus warily and knowing thats not all he has planned to embarrass roman

remus goes on, shouting out to jamal over sera's head "he's petrified!" he confirms sounding delighted. "yknow that massive blackout last summer? he cried like a baby. literally sobbing for his daddy patton to make it go away"

theres a brief silence because no, sera and jamal didnt expect remus to refer to patton as romans daddy - they both know roman calls him dad but this is a surprise.

and that one second of silence drags on for ages for roman, all he can hear is his heart pounding in his ears and remus' obnoxious laughter

he is shaking, frozen in shock rather than fear now. for all of remus' teasing threats at home, he didnt expect remus to actually do it. hes devastated and humiliated that remus told to his best friend and especially his BOYFRIEND of all ppl

and honestly he's not even thinking about the pitch black side street right now because the streetlights on the main road are blurred by tears welling in his eyes anyway

"why dont you just leave him alone!" sera hisses furiously after her mild shock

then jamal bounces back rlly stern to remus "yeah i already know about that! roman told me and it was HIS choice to tell me"

roman stares at him in disbelief but jamal is too busy staring daggers at remus to notice

remus looks suddenly offended and frowns. hes clearly hurt that the others dont think its funny "jeez youre both such bores. im just having some fun"

"youre demented if you think thats fun" seraphina growls and shoves remus away towards the sidestreet. remus rolls his eyes and runs ahead to join the others who are all oblivious to that coversation, howling with drunken laughter in the pitch black and jumping out and scaring each other

"f*cking prick" jamal calls after remus, seething

sera quickly throws a concerned look to roman "you okay?"

roman just swallows thickly and looks between seraphina and where he saw remus join the others in the pitch black. his stomach churns at the idea of remus telling more people. "i-is he gonna--"

"im on it" sera nods and starts turning around "i wont let him tell anyone else, roma, promise" then she runs ahead to keep an eye on remus and to give him and jamal some privacy

after a moment jamal turns back to roman looking so worried and holds his hands and asks very gently "babe, can you tell me how youre feeling?"

and roman is teary but he whispers "i - you stuck up for me"

jamal looks suddenly sad and cups romans cheek "of course i did"

"but you said i told you about it. i- i didnt tell you that i-" roman gulps after his voice wobbles "i didnt tell you about it"

and jamal smiles sadly and goes "i know babe... im sorry, i just didnt wanna give him any more power. it seemed like he's held that over you for a while"

suddenly the tears in romans eyes overspill and he doesnt really know why but he can't stop them

jama gasps a little "oh roman, its ok" and just pulls him into a tight hug

roman clings and sniffles, glad that he can hide his tears from his boyfriend even if it is in his neck.

and jamal just strokes his back and whispers "its ok baby, its ok" **

they talk about it quietly as they take the longer, well-lit route instead. roman admits he would never have told jamal abt his fear on his own - and the reason he's been avoiding staying overnight at jamals apartment is bc the one time he did he got so scared of the dark that he couldnt sleep and was just anxious all night but wouldnt wake jamal to tell him

after jamal finds out hes like baby why didnt u tell me its okay and comforts him about it not being embarrassing or childish. then:

"so you do actually want to stay at mine, its just because its so dark that you didnt?"

roman nods shyly "yeah... im sorry i know its a dumb fear i just-"

"its not dumb ro. i meant to say if it works for you, we could leave the hall light on and the door open. its not like i live with anyone who can walk in."

roman blinks "wait you - really? it wont make it hard for you to sleep?"

jamal smiles softly "no hun, honestly i could sleep anywhere. i fell asleep in the middle of the day in the staffroom just last month"

roman laughs, so so so relieved

"so... maybe next time you come over for dinner you could stay the night, yeah?" jamal says with a smile and a blush. he wraps his arm around romans waist and pulls him in, hip to hip

roman bites his lip and blushes. after a moment he suggests shyly "im free tonight..."

and jamal smiles so big, stops walking and puts his arm up to romans chest to stop him too then angles romans jaw down to kiss him

in the near future jamal promises to buy a plain nightlight and always leaves it on for roman when he stays overnight from then on

**side note: roman could never stand anyone calling him baby before because he felt infantilised at school becaus of his undiagnosed adhd. so he sees it as a derogatory name more than anything. but when jamal says it roman feels so warm and respected because he knows jamal would never mean it in that way. so jamal has "baby" rights basically

#swearing tw #little angst #long post #chaotic cousin remus #little/big concepts #asks #tumblebee the smol bean

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souryogurt64 · 3 years

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Jakob has more talent in his little finger than all of SMWRS COMBINED (my opinion pre-shittening) so they can get the fuck out of here with that reductive assessment of him. Just because he doesn’t twitch around on stage like that spazz in a dress thinking he’s cool and woke. Jakob has talent, pure and raw and his own style.

okay i dont mean this as a personal attack on you or anything because im sure you didnt know and i understand that we hate swmrs now for very good reasons

but saying things like “twitch around like that spazz in a dress” is never okay. if you think coles dancing and stage presence was bad and ineffective just say that, you dont need to use derogatory comparisons to disabled people to get your point across. even if you didnt mean it that way, its ableist.

also, this probably isnt what you meant but its still important when we think about the language we use. im not trans, but the “never trust a man in a dress” stuff that came out of the indie band takedown summer rubs me as transmisogynistic. it doesnt actually matter if these bands sucked. i know this seems like a technicality but someone in one of the bands (NOT cole) was an actual trans woman, the drag queens the growlers hired were doing their jobs as entertainers, trans artists the bands worked with, and even the guys in bands that DID wear dresses *did not assault anyone*. aggressively masculine straight men DID. all this does is parrot transphobic myths about men is dresses luring girls which literally doesnt happen *ever* and acting like it does happen is textbook transphobia

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disneyfan4868 · 3 years

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Am I the only person who is bothered by all of the puzzle piece shirts and stickers that are geared specifically towards moms?

I’m autistic and I want quality stickers. Also these designs always feel like they are meant for autism speaks martyr parents? I get raising a child with autism is very different than raising a neurotypical kid but like? Your child isnt dying? this is not a sports team? we are people that deserve quality stickers! we do not need to be cured, we are not puzzle pieces, autism speaks can, in fact eat my ass (derogatory). how can they speak for me if their mouth are full of ass (derogatory) and their eyes are full of tears from their “struggle”. Like thankfully, my parents arent martyrs, one of them actual is on the spectrum, and like they are just like “yeah she’s got autism but she is also a unique individual who is capable of anything?” so like they never felt motivated to advertise how special THEY are for having to raise a child who just so happens to be on the spectrum. Like am I alone in being annoyed by all of these designs that make the family the victim of an incurable disease. Like it isnt about you, and you should define that person by more than just a diagnosis? And like I, as an adult on the spectrum want a wider variety of stickers that are like “ I just so happen to be a person on the spectrum, do not define me by a freakin puzzle piece I am a person with my own experience and stories that you cannot tell and I exist”

#stickers #autism speaks does not speak for me #autism #im annoyed #nothing about us without us #i just want a quality and non condecending sticker for my sound blocking headphones #this should not be hard #i dont want puzzle pieces crammed down my throat #there are some really great ones #i just wish there were more #honestly can someone please tell the martyrs that it isnt about you #the best design i have seen so far is a mug that says martyr parents tears #yes i too wish to drink their tears #dont define me by my autism #besides im better defined by my adhd and anxiety (jk)#not trying to say the allies cant support us

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kekisu · 3 years

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4 and 8 with soichiro yagami for the death note asks? :) OH and 24?

4. who’s your favorite underrated or obscure character?

DEFINITELY SAYU SHES SOOO CUTE SHE MAKES MY HEART SOO WARM i love imagining the yagami household before the whole notebook shit even happened . i love love love her bond with light and even tho shes a minor character with not much development i think shes neat. my fav hc for her has to be her having a TON of phases but her longest one being her scene phase and she’d dress light up in scene outfits and he wouldnt necessarily enjoy it but she let her do it anyway. he barely complained about it and it ws just a fun little bonding thing for them + they bake a lot together and sayu does most of it cause light sucks at anything that doesnt have to do with books

8. what do you think [specific character] would have done if they had gotten the death note?

hm. i think just.. regular cop shit? it wouldnt be too far from what light did GHGGJNDJFN i honestly dont know... i dont know if he’d use it to begin with but if he HAD to then yeah he’d do something similar to what light used it for aka killing criminals. cause. Cop (derogatory)

24. any headcannons you want to share?

I ALREADY SHARED A FEW IN MY SAYU RESPONSE HELP but hmm... another one i have is that light is like. Naturally decent at everything. which probably isnt a very outlandish headcanon He IS meant to be a genius but i think hes also tried like everything from theater to tap dancing while he was growing up . he never stuck to anything cause it all seemed to bore him tho. he really only kept up with sewing because of sayu’s Multitude of phases (and her Very Long scene phase) so he’d help her diy her clothes + when she was younger she was a very active kid and she’d rip her clothes often and he’d take up the responsibility to fix it just cause he wanted to be there for her. one thing light isnt good at is like tuning in to others emotions or putting himself in others’ shoes. hes horrible at advice. he thinks hes great at it but it always boils down to “oh youre depressed? just cheer up”

#asks #dn #long post

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decimateddreams · 3 years

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ugh yknow my sisters tell my mom shes a great mother fairly often?? like today she (jokingly?) said maybe wed be more productive if she took all our technology away and she was like "oh you were all so good and empathetic [etc] when you were younger and then you turned nine and now you're unproductive all the time" like thanks mom! are you sure you want me to be confident about myself because you're not fucking helping :) also!!! she was like "your father also never does anything you probably got it from him" which isnt wrong like i wouldnt be surprised if i found out hes nd too but. it felt like she meant it as (derogatory)? god i am so sick of my mother

i am not surprised,,,, she is acting pretty terrible :///

#sucks that you have to live with her </3 #ask #beleth tag

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reddeadmort · 5 years

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Can I request a ArthurxF!Reader where everyone starts to gang up on Kieran (they have yet to trust him.) And his sister (reader) just opens a can of whoop ass on whoever is trying to mess with him. Normally, they'd try to kill her but Arthur feels some sort of connection even tho she makes it known she isnt interested, but only for the sake of her brother but Arthur appreciates a good challenge.

This ended up being a bit different from the request, but the general theme is still the same :) Was nice to mix it up with a reader that isn’t instantly dropping their pants just because Arthur spoke LOL.

Arthur Morgan x f! reader | “Not a fair fight” | AO3

Guidance: Minor mentions of violence, mostly just fluff/general entertainment.

Words: 1.9k

“Arthur, please, for me?”

“Mary-Beth, I ain’t riding for hours to go and get that O’Driscoll’s sister.”

“Arthur! You know he’s not an O’Driscoll no more, never really was. And she’s an innocent! If the O’Driscolls are after her like Kieran thinks, she’ll be dead soon. You could save her.”

Arthur sighed. Mary-Beth really knew how to play him like a fiddle. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Arthur shook his head before replying.

“Fine. I’ll go help Kieran find his damn sister. But she ain’t stayin’ with us long, and she’ll pull her weight!”

——-

You had just finished moving the rubbish out of the back of your little shack when the two men on horseback showed up. Before they’d had a chance to even call out to you, your shotgun was in your hands and pointing at the face of the bigger of the pair.

“Sister! It’s okay, it’s me!” Kieran called out, leaping off and running towards you.

“Kieran? What the hell are you doing here? I thought…well, to be honest, I assumed you were dead. Since you were stupid enough to go along with that O’Driscoll lot.” You lowered your gun just as Kieran flew into you, nearly knocking you over, and hugged you tightly. With your arms pinned to your side, all you could do was awkwardly pat him on the back with your free hand.

“I got out, sis! I… well it’s a long story, but I’m running with a different lot now. And they’re a lot nicer.” This comment caused the man still sat on his horse to chuckle. “This here’s Arthur Morgan, Y/N.”

“Ma’am” Arthur said as he tipped his hat at you, finally getting off his horse.

“Well, that’s all lovely Kieran, but why the hell are you here?” Kieran finally released you and started nervously wringing his hat in his hands.

“Ummm… I’m sorry sis….. but….but…..” Kieran stammered.

“Kieran, this is takin’ too damn long. Either she’s comin’ or she ain’t.” Arthur grunted, lighting a cigarette.

“What do you mean, ‘she’s coming?’” you snapped at the pair of them.

“Well, sis, I think there’s some O’Driscoll men coming after ya. They ain’t so keen on me leaving as it turns out.”

“Well we won’t be so cut up, feel free to leave us when you want” Arthur chuckled to himself, but went back to fiddling with his cigarettes when you scowled at him.

“Yes, thank you Kieran, I know. I’ve already had a visitor.” You hadn’t even finished your sentence before Arthur had his revolver out and was pushing past you into the shack. “Mr Morgan, while I of course appreciate you tramping mud into my house, you won’t find him in there.”

“Where’s he then? When did he come by? How long has he been gone?” Arthur was in fight mode now, assessing the situation, planning an exit strategy.

“Out back, with the rubbish. Came by about an hr ago. Died about 59minutes ago” you answered, nodding towards the back of the shack. Arthur, looking slightly bemused, took off around the shack to have a look, while Kieran once again grabbed you in a hug.

“Oh sister I’m so sorry!”

“Kieran, for the love of god, will you get the hell off me.”

Arthur reappeared from the back of the shack, a slight grin on his face.

“Yep, that’s one dead O’Driscoll. At least I reckon it is, ain’t much left of the face. Kieran, you sure she needs to come with us?” Arthur was looking at you slightly differently now; before, he couldn’t really be bothered, like you were an inconvenience. Now there was a slight twinkle in his eye you weren’t sure you liked the look of.

“Again, what’s with the ‘coming with you?!’” You were getting quite irritated now.

“Miss, Kieran here reckons you should come stay with us a while, until the O’Driscolls get bored of trying to find you.” As you opened your mouth to protest, Arthur held up a hand to silence you. “Now, I know you can clearly take care of yourself, but when that man don’t come back, they won’t be sending just the one. And I won’t feel right leavin’ you here to deal with that.”

“So instead I have to deal with you?”

“Sister, please.” Kieran was practically begging you, it was just like being kids again.

“We ain’t nice men, Y/N, but we ain’t them.” Arthur was giving you a look that said you were being put on a horse, whether you liked it or not.

“Fine. I’ll just grab a few things.” You quickly threw some clothes and the few valuables you had in a bag. You really didn’t have much, anyway; you’d never have told Kieran, but you’d been struggling to get enough money to buy food, let alone anything more extravagant than that. You’d even had to sell your horse a few months back.

“Y/N, you can ride with me” Arthur held a hand out for you to climb on his horse behind him.

“I think I’ll ride with my brother Mr Morgan.”

“Suit yourself.”

——-

It had been a few weeks since you’d arrived in the Van der Linde camp, and you certainly didn’t feel like much of a guest, more ‘staff’. You had been set to work almost immediately; though, to be fair, one taste of Pearson’s stew had you pretty much begging to take over the cooking.

You got on alright with the women, but the men did your head in. Not because of how they treated you; in general they were pretty polite, though you had to tell a couple of them that it wouldn’t be just bits of deer in the stew if they came any closer to you. Your problem was with how they treated your brother. He couldn’t do anything right; even when he was just sat, or tending to the horses, he got shouted at for some reason. It was like your dad was alive again.

Kieran being Kieran wouldn’t stick up for himself at all, just tried to avoid doing anything to trigger anybody. But he didn’t need to do anything; all he had to do was pass by one of them and they’d make some form of derogatory comment. You fought back as hard as you could on his behalf, just like you had growing up. Arthur was one of the worst, he always seemed to have a sarcastic phrase or two; for some reason, Kieran liked him more than a lot of the others despite this. Apparently, Kieran said, when you weren’t around, Arthur was fine with him. You had no idea why this would be, and didn’t really care.

—–

“Arthur, for a grown man, you sure act like a teenager” Mary-Beth gently scolded.

Arthur frowned, unsure what she meant. He’d only asked her why you didn’t really ever want to talk to him; he wasn’t really expecting that response.

“She doesn’t like it when you are mean to her brother, Arthur, it’s as simple as that. It’s all you ever do when she’s around! Have you tried, I don’t know, maybe just talking to her?”

“I don’t know what to say Mary-Beth. I always just kind of… go blank.”

“You’re a silly old fool Arthur Morgan.”

—–

The next morning, you were chatting as you helped a couple of the girls prep some breakfast. You liked this time, just after sunrise, before most of the camp had got up. It was peaceful, and your day had yet to be disturbed by some offhand comment.

“Mary-Beth, reckon I could borrow one of the horses? I could really do with some meat that’s not green for the stew.”

Before Mary-Beth could answer, Arthur’s now familiar voice rumbled behind you, making you start.

“I can take ya out huntin’, Y/N.” His tone surprised you – it sounded almost hopeful. You turned to look at him.

“Thank you Mr Morgan, but I really don’t need a chaperone.” Behind your back, Mary-Beth gestured to Arthur, encouraging him to say something else.

“Y/N, I….errr… well you ain’t leavin’ camp without one, so either you go huntin’ with me or stay here.” Without you seeing, Mary-Beth slapped her hand to her forehead, covering her eyes, shaking her head.

“Well I guess I’m going with you then Mr Morgan” you sighed, starting to walk away to get your gun.

You and Arthur rode in silence towards the hunting spot Charles had recommended, you having borrowed one of the camp horses. When you arrived, you hitched the horses, put out some herbivore bait, and settled in to wait. Arthur leaned against a nearby tree while you crouched low a little way in front. After a little while waiting, with no luck, you stood up to stretch your legs.

“Mr Morgan, can you keep an eye on the bait for a moment please.”

“You can call me Arthur ya know.” Again, there it was; a slightly hopeful note to his voice.

“I know, Mr Morgan, I just don’t want to.”

“I don’t know what ya want from me” grumbled Arthur. “I mean, I didn’t kill your brother, I saved his life, that’s got to count for something.” He kicked at a nearby stone, sending it crashing into a bush, scaring the crap out of an unsuspecting rabbit.

“Oh, will you shut up about that?!” you rounded on Arthur, startling him. “God! Like it’s some great thing, “not killing someone”. Normal people don’t even THINK about killing someone else! Much less, that person having to be grateful for it!” By the time you finished, you were right in Arthur’s face, him backed up against the tree, hands out trying to placate you. You suddenly realised how close you were to him; you could practically feel his thumping heartbeat.

You stepped away a few paces before sitting down on the ground with a quiet huff. After a few moments silence, Arthur came to sit next you, not particularly close.

“I’m sorry Y/N. We shouldn’t be so hard on Kieran, he’s a good kid. And he’s lucky to have a woman like you for a sister.” Arthur plucked some grass from the ground, fiddling with it.

“Woman like me? What does that mean.” You meant to snap at him, but the sight of this large, grown man fiddling with the grass like a child softened you.

“I don’t mean nothin’ bad by it. I think you’re….. strong.” Arthur had paused too long before that last word, you could tell it wasn’t what he wanted to say.

“Thank you Arthur.” He looked up as you said his name; it was the first time you hadn’t called him Mr Morgan.

“Thank you Y/N. I’m sorry, I think sometimes I forget to behave around people that ain’t…. well, outlaws.”

“It’s okay Arthur. I guess I’m not doing a great job of showing that I’m grateful for your protection either.”

“If your dumbass brother hadn’t fallen in with the O’Driscolls you wouldn’t be in this mess with us” Arthur chuckled.

“Hey! He’s my dumbass brother, only I may mock him” you said as you stuck your tongue out playfully at Arthur, making him smile. It was nice smile; without intending to, you found yourself hoping that you’d see it again.

“Ya know, Y/N, I’d like to come huntin’ again with you if you’d have me.” There he went again, fiddling with the grass, like a kid 20-25 years his junior. You smiled before replying.

“I think I’d like that too Arthur.”

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x f reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan fic #arthur morgan fluff #fluff #rdr2 fic #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan fanfic #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x reader #red dead redemption 2

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seagullsausage · 5 years

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friend... if you can... tell us about some of the most horrible traumatic shit that anti has done with jamie please

ah fu c k ok

this isn’t like everything but still here’s some shit that happened that messed him up:

being locked inside for years, only occasionally going outside, and having no friends, no support system, and no other humans to interact with or talk to. anti was so overly possessive and so afraid that if he let jamie wander around outside he would get taken from him or would run away, that he trapped him in the house so he always knew where he was and that he was safe

being psychologically abused for years; on top of being under intense and almost constant pressure to keep himself healthy and safe for anti, jamie was constantly called derogatory names, was treated like a child, was guilt-tripped a LOT, had his own emotions and needs neglected in favor of antis, held love and affection over his head and out of reach, was forced to be dependent on anti for everything, and was dehumanized so fucking bad

anti used his body but he wasn’t very careful with it. possession can take a lot out of a person and uses up a lot of their energy, but on top of this anti was tearing up jamies throat to vocalize and using his time powers and could use him up to several months at a time. and sometimes when he was done he would put himself in bed so jamie could recover better, but other times he would just drop him in the living room or the kitchen cause he was just too tired. and when jamie would wake up, he was pretty much immobilized, his body being to sore to move, his brain fried and not able to make a coherent thought, sometimes he was bruised and bleeding out, and he would spend days sprawled out on the ground unable to move and in pain staring at the wall, unable to heal himself yet

anti was so over controlling that even the thought of jamie wanting to be with someone else made his blood boil, and when he brought henrik home jamie couldn’t help but be curious about him cause he never gets to interact with other humans. and when anti was possessing hen he was thrilled to be able to spend time with jj physically and did whatever he wanted with him which could be bad enough on its own, but he also wanted to scare him away from human interaction and touch so he would never want to leave anti

this meant he did stuff like yell at him and hit him and throw him to the ground in anger, he took out his frustration on jj if he was having a bad day, and would call him a stupid whore and an ungrateful brat and blame everything on jamie. and then the next moment he would cry over him and hold him so tightly to his chest jamie thought his ribs would crack telling him how much he loved him and how he never wants him to go away

and he liked physically interacting with him in general and he knew that jj liked it too cause they were both really touch starved, but anti also liked grabbing at him and touching him and forcing stuff on jj while telling him ‘isnt this what you wanted? isnt this what you’ve been wishing for? aren’t you grateful for this, aren’t you happy I’m giving you this? if you’re crying and squirming away from me then I guess not you ungrateful shithead, I guess ill just have to leave you alone forever then’

in henriks body, anti also liked to play games with jamie where he’d chase him around the house with a butcher knife pretending he was gonna kill him, or they’d play a game where jamie would try and hide for as long as he could and when anti found him he’d drag him by the legs either down to the basement or out behind the house in the woods like he was gonna torture him but would let him go before he got there. he got bored and liked seeing jamie terrified, and thought they were good “character building” activities

jamie pretty much had to go through the same shit that henrik had to go through for his 9 months, but it was probably worse. cause anti was still figuring out that process of turning people into puppets, and he was using Jamies own body against himself. and it fucked him up more than if anti had a body of his own cause he felt like he could’ve stopped it, like he was beating himself and stabbing himself and breaking his hands with hammers and smacking his head against the wall. and hes just desperately trying to control himself but his hands are moving all on their own and hes trapped in his own body, relentlessly suffering from no ones fault except his own

and imagine anti still using that method to punish him if jamie was really pissing him off, and forcing him to slit his wrists or break his own fingers or burn himself and like, he could just use the body to do it himself, but jamie didnt like the idea of hurting himself without having control, so he just lets him do it and if hes not doing it right or he cant cause himself any more pain, anti will threaten to take over the body to do it himself to force him to keep going

anti is a very angry, miserable creature who lives with pain and out of control emotions, and jamie was vulnerable and alone and constantly available, and so he got the brunt of all of antis personal problems and outbursts. and like some of the shit anti did to him was purposeful and he knew he was hurting him, but other stuff was just him lashing out and him being severely unqualified to take care of a human and him being so desperate for a body he would do anything to keep it

#put under cut cause it got long and for safety reasons #I actually made a list like this awhile ago but I cant remember what was on it and im sO SALTY ASDFJSKJ #but yea this is just some of the main stuff that happened and like idk I wanna keep it more open and general #and I dont wanna use this type of concept just as a vehicle for angst or whatever like its apart of his character and story arc #and I dont wanna excuse any of the shit anti did either im just saying why #also sorry I didnt answer this right away aksdjfkfja #ask #hc #jameson jackson #self harm tw #abuse tw #uuhhhhh let me know if u need anything else tagged

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bangzchan · 6 years

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nah she was just pretending to write in chinese by writing ching chong somethin somethin

Anonymous said:It was a drawing of a man eating with Japanese writing on the side. And Lea the racist wrote in the caption ‘ching chong’. That’s a derogatory term used to mock Chinese people. There was nothing vague about it. Quite frankly if you don’t find it racist then you’re part of the problem.

oh alright ,didnt know that. yikes.. i thought it was just about her translating smth incorrectly

Anonymous said:I don’t hate Lea, it’s just that she has a weird vibe. I don’t know how to explain it, they as a couple are strange. On the other hand I see the relationship of Maiken and Cengiz, they transmit a completely different energy, it’s nice to see them and it makes me very happy that they are together. I don’t know if it’s me but for me is very cringy when I see Lea 🤷🏻‍♀(sorry my english)

ur english is fine! i dont really know anythin about cengiz and maiken’s energy,dont even know what to think about henrik and lea’s tbh klsjdf but like i understand if one of them is more what you find better to follow/look at

Anonymous said:The Chinese thing was her literally uploading a pic of someone eating noodles and the caption was Ching Chong soo.. it was on her public Facebook post and it was from a few years back she was probably 13😬 soo Yes is wrong but she was an actual child living in one of the whitest countries in the world so unless she does something like that now I think people should move on and stop minding her Also I know this because back when those hate accounts happened they uploaded this and I was curious

i mean if she doesnt see it even now that it was a bad thing to do then like…doesnt excuse her where shes from and all.. im not a fan of ppl bringing up something from years ago though especially when they were around that young age, bc we’ve all done smth we now know was unaccaptable, im not trying to justify anything or whatever i just think we used to be put out to lots of things that were so yikes now that you think back to it (and even now but now youve got more of an opportunity to look things up and everything?) like maybe a movie you used to find funny now you watch again and its so cringy, the humour is just racist/sexist/homophobic lines but no one said anything about it and its sad bc it shows how you were brought up and how your parents/relatives and other ppl around you didnt “teach” you what is supposed to be common sense..you know what i mean? its just very frustrating

Anonymous said:Lol Lea posted a pic of herself kissing Henrik and wrote the caption as “congratulations for the gullruten award henrik and tarjei” like wHeRe’s TaRjEi and wHaT dOeS tHiS pIcTuRe hAvE tO dO wItH their gullruten award lmao. She’s just 1 insecure little girl who cant stay quiet without shoving in peoples face that shes with Henrik when He’s out there MAKING OUT with TARJEI on LIVE TV. Honestly why is she evn with Him if shes so insecure&doesnt trust him. She doesnt have to prove herself to d world

I meant.. Henrik clearly flirts with everyone.. its kinda his nature. But he isnt cheating on her (i hope so) and she should stop being so paranoid and try to prove herself to the world that Henrik is still hers. And honestly… if shes that scared.. why is she with him.. this all becomes Eva’s storyline here.

Most of the time Lea did that whenever someone talked about henjei and that it was real. And if peoples hate comments bothers her so much. theres something called turning off the comment section and putting your account on private. She only wants the attention. Theres a big chance she started dating him for the fame but then fell for him later.

im sorry, im not tryin to defend lea and honestly i couldnt care less about their relationship but its been bugging me…… just because she posts pics of herself with her boyfriend doesnt mean shes insecure in their relationship or that she doesnt trust him.. could be, but neither me or you know that and almost everyone in a relationship posts lots of pictures of themselves like theres nothing unusual about it?? also they were together/going out way before s3 got big so like ..she was proud of her boyfriend so she decided to post a pic of them, congratulating.. also the “clearly flirts with everyone” its called being nice and friendly to ppl? and no offense but instead of telling her to go private or turn off comments, maybe ppl should stop commenting hate about how shes ~using henrik when we dont know anything..do yall realize its not your relationship/life and that you dont know more than what they share? theyre both adults they can decide who they want to hang out with and if its good or not

#ok now we can move on from her/them also sjfdvkvb #ask

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doi917 · 7 years

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*EDGY*

As a person who regularly wears black unironically and doesn’t use Hot Topic as basis and or means of aquirement in terms and or pertaining to said shade of clothing I find that In wearing Black, this color, this shade, that im not only showing a certain social statement, that im showing i disconnect to the irredecent, self obsessed, flesh sacks that judge in terms of what is and is not socially aquaintable by means of the intellectually retarded’s interpretation of a “aesthetic” and or “facade by means of sight”, but that I am in term showing familiarity (in terms as to what I am comfortable with) and or a form of devotion to this shade that is aesthetically and quite possibly deeply rooted in terms of emotional, intellectual, and creative fulfillment.

However there are many “people” and I say “people” loosely here, who feel that the certain occurrence for my choice of garment is otherwise known and stated….. Of course im talking about the socially and emotionally retarded’s (or might as well more commonly known as apathetic through ignorance or even emotionally inexperienced’s) most redundant, inexplicably, flat out ignorant and dare i say mongaloid filled term that will never cease to anger me in its entirety….. “Edgy” “Edgy” ladies and gentlemen is a very overused term that has found itself at the forefront of slang in the language barrier that never ceases to show just how shelterd and well groomed these intellectually void, Apathetic “people” are, for reference and furthermore blatent reference “Edgy” is used in common day terms to try and say that in context it could mean “trendy” or “trying to be shocking” in some sort or fasion, for instance “I hate society” “Thats edgy” Its used and or meant in a derogatory term in means of belittling you based on certain beliefs and or actions, Do you wear black and listen to Marylin Manson? Edgy. Does it matter if theres an emotional connection to that NIN song you listen to? Nope. You are labeled “an edgy edgelord” Do you find the world (as a collective meaning blatent humanity) to be annoying, repulsive, undeniably redundant and mundane? Edgy. Talk about songs that mention you not wanting to be in a hole of constant persistent self doubt? Edgy. This term is used by the emotionally ignorant apathetic Mongoloids who wouldn’t know what trauma or emotional experience would be if it slammed their face deep into a spike, and dont get me wrong I have used and or utter the term but only to certain situations that i know or in blatent terms to also make fun of the labeler, example, A poser who thinks they know and or abuse the terms of a mental illness they clearly have no idea what the hell they are, and use them to blatently just get attention when they dont need it all because they dropped a fucking cookie or did the emotional equivalent of it? yeah to me thats “edgy” or calling myself an “edgy edgelord” im doing it facetiously to make fun of the emotional depth (which is as about as deep as a carpet as far as im concerned) but they way it is contextually used is quite frankly in all matter of terms “fucking stupid” Its like the stupid phrase “get over it” or how i like to describe it “wow you arent happy like the rest of us? Well let us to allow ourselves belitte you with an incorrect and blatently stupid use of a suppos-ed derogatory term in order to forcefully bully you back in to the frame of life and or veiw that you should be happy all the time and you are overreacting to everything that happens to you life is perfect, pussy.” It shows just how sheltered and sickly ignorant you are as a human being personally being in your own little pathetic bubble of apathy and self-indulgence to see soley with tunnel vision as to what you want and not what you need. You got parents that take care of you and cater to the emotional and physical needs of you? Good. Not everyone has it. Never had trauma? Good. Well guess what man? Other people can get it and youll never truely understand just How heavy that weight of a situation is

Oh man, I want to express myself in a way that will get this emotional pain out and wont get me sent to the loony-bin on a one way ticket in the twinkie mobile just because i frowned once and thus getting me fucked up and strung out on the hype trainwith the other 70% of Americans to the co-dependancy that is a bottle of pills that was forced upon me by people in white lab coats that are corporatly controlled and relentlessly as well as demonicly follow the shrill doctorine of cold hard cash? Youre just edgy. You got shot by your dad? Edgy. Your mom senselessly beat you as a child and used your hair as a ash tray? Edgy. You were constantly blamed by both parties of your parent divorce as the sole reason for it? Edgy.

Obviously you understand my point

I hate this word. The fact i even have to say it is pathetic and so depressing it makes me cry at night This isnt ok Its fuckin stupid Stop it You arent funny or cool Youre an idiot And intellectualy devoid apathist who wont progress anything with your damn banter

Then again what do i know? Im just Being Edgy

#edgy #so edgy

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