the fact that anya's treatment extended to the developers sickens me so much and completely erases any sort of meaningful messaging about patriarchy and rape culture the game had in my mind bc they threw all those principles out the window the second they decided to lean into rape apologism.
they permitted the creation of cutesy dolls of her abuser and the people who ignored/downplayed her abuse, as well as a figure of her dead body after she committed suicide after finding out she was pregnant with her rapist's child. i believe they also made some other horribly distasteful comments as well, but i can't find concrete proof of those. the figures and dolls alone are enough for me tbh. absolutely disgusting to feed into the misogyny of the fanbase in such a way. i thought the game was absolutely fascinating when i played it and now all i feel for it is hate i'm ngl
Rape apologism? Where, because at not point did they say that what happened was deserved, or that she asked for it, or anything really.
Anya didn't commit suicide after she realized she was pregnant from her rape, because she quickly realized it and yet she held on and even went as far as not drinking the mouthwash, she commited because she lost all hope of being saved and surving and because she knew someone else deserved to be saved (heavily implied)
Distateful comments where? Oh, you mean the pre alpha? the thing where nothing is taken seriously and is meant to set up the events in the game like a red thread of ideas? Something that isn't representative of the devs feelings or ideas regarding rape and rape victims? Really?
Creating merch of distateful characters has always existed and always will, it is in no way, shape or form a way of downplaying what happened to her or lean into that "rape apologism" you think it has going on. Fact is, we live in a capitalistic world, and as much as the devs made with the game, they still need revenue for their future project and for their lives basically, merchs are being sold because they were asked for.
Speaking of, the advertisment for Anya, Daisuke got the same treatment! And we're practically sure we'll get the rest of the crew. Nendoroids are figures meant to re-create scenes, events in the "game" or the show they're from (exeptions applies like for Kojima) but the thing is, there is a high chance we'll get the rest of the crew, which means fans of the game and of the darker side of the game will be able to recreate the scene where they are at the table celebrating (Jimmy's hallucination).
Mouthwashing is a psychological horror game with lots of dark humour and gore. It mainly criticises the capitalistic world we live in and its effect on the population. 'Curly didn't do anything to protect Anya!' Perhaps he couldn't? Either way, he couldn't have done anything because:
The events already happend when Anya told him.
They work for Pony Express, a company that doesn't care about its employees, and would rather over work them and remove rights and ways to unwind than fix the previous problems.
I'd advise anyone to replay the game or focus on its posters to see how much more there was to it than just Jimmy, Curly, Swansea and Daisuke.
Make the wise choice, and let him in. Everything's gonna be alright if you behave.
Finally, Illumi in NINAH style ! (Kinda, I tried)
I am glad I could give him THE unsettling vibe I wanted in this style, even tho I was asking myself if I should've make him mouthless or more neutral🤔 but giving him a creepy smile is so weird and not him that it kinda match with it so I am glad.
I don't think it will go to my Ghost!Illumi series bcs of the context of the fanart so...Visitor!Illumi? Maybe? Idk, I think he would be a visitor sometimes, tbh.
I was inspired by this picture found in Pinterest👇🏻
I love the unsettling vibe of it but I don't know who's the original author so...if someone knows, tell me in the comment please 🙌🏻
Make the wise choice, and let him in. Everything's gonna be alright if you behave.
Finally, Illumi in NINAH style ! (Kinda, I tried)
I am glad I could give him THE unsettling vibe I wanted in this style, even tho I was asking myself if I should've make him mouthless or more neutral🤔 but giving him a creepy smile is so weird and not him that it kinda match with it so I am glad.
I don't think it will go to my Ghost!Illumi series bcs of the context of the fanart so...Visitor!Illumi? Maybe? Idk, I think he would be a visitor sometimes, tbh.
I was inspired by this picture found in Pinterest👇🏻
I love the unsettling vibe of it but I don't know who's the original author so...if someone knows, tell me in the comment please 🙌🏻
I decided to do something silly with my (on the left) and @st4rl1ght-dr0ps (on the right) personas and it low-key cracks me up that the first time posting my persona online is with that meme 😂
I will give more info on her and what she is in the future.
Anyway, if y'all are interested in LADS, particulary in Caleb, in amazing writing and in great takes, please go follow @st4rl1ght-dr0ps because she is incredible and she is my bestie that I love very much 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
I will draw them again (with better quality and better art style lmfao) together or individually (as long with other fanarts and arts) because why not !
summary: while the world celebrates peace, you move through the earth kingdom with one mission: end the avatar cycle. raised by the order to believe the avatar’s failure cost you everything, you infiltrate his circle during a fragile peace treaty, determined to gain his trust and strike.
but aang isn’t what you expected. he’s kind, burdened and human. not the cowardous demigod you were told about, and as he begins to trust you, your resolve starts to crack.
pairing: aged up!aang x reader
warning: aang is 20 and oc is 21, timeline kind of sort of really doesn’t make sense, slow burn, betrayal, NOT PROOF READ
word count: 2k
nisa talks!: so my obsession for atla is back (it never went away) this isn’t proof read once again and i should definitely be revising but i wrote this instead… whoopsies… will probably edit it later but for now here it is!!!!short first chapter but it’ll get longer as we go :3 also comment if u wanna be added to the taglist. banner creds: heyhanibee on twt
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You could kill him right now.
Your eyes follow his every movement from across the room as he engages in a conversation with the Fire Lord, all bright eyed and smiling. From this distance, he doesn’t look like the boy who ended the hundred-year war. Instead he appears to look too care free, too comfortable, and way too happy for your own liking.
The obsidian pin in your hair feels heavy, a silent promise tucked against your scalp. One quick strike to the base of the skull while he laughs at Zuko’s dry wit, and the Order’s century-long nightmare would be over. Maybe you could land a few hits on the Fire Lord in the process. Two for the price of one.
“He’s remarkable, isn't he?”
The voice of a fellow Earth Kingdom delegate startles you, but you don't let your expression flicker. You maintain the serene, practiced mask that you’d been taught.
“Remarkable,” you agree, your voice smooth as silk as you look over at them. “It’s hard to believe so much power is contained in one person.”
“And so much kindness,” the delegate sighs. “We are lucky he returned to us.”
Lucky. You feel a familiar, cold bitterness rise in your throat. Was it 'luck' that left your mother’s body burnt to a crisp in the mud? Was it 'luck' that forced you to learn the anatomy of a human body before you learned how to dance?
Humming, you return your gaze back to the Avatar, and to your astonishment his curious eyes are already settled on you. His lips are curled into that all too familiar, sickeningly friendly smile of his that you yearn to smack right off of his face. He doesn’t look away, until a slightly shorter man dressed in the blue robes of the Southern Water tribe says something that takes his attention away from you. If your memory serves you right, his name must be Sokka. Another one of the fools in the Avatar’s circle.
You suppress the urge to roll your eyes as the Avatar takes his position at the centre of the room, a broad smile remaining on his face.
“Welcome, everybody! I have gathered you all here today to discuss the creation of a new city,” he lets his gaze roam the hall, his eyes bright with a fervor that seems to settle on every person individually.
“What is the purpose of this city?” a voice calls from the crowd.
“Well, it’s supposed to represent a place where the Four Nations are no longer separate,” he explains. “A place where people are just... people. Not Earth Kingdom subjects or Fire Nation citizens or Water Tribe people. I believe it will help us further restore the peace that we’ve lost after past events.”
The crowd murmurs amongst themselves, some nodding in agreement whilst others still weren’t fully convinced.
The Fire Lord steps up beside him, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. “After everything that has happened, this will be good for us. The Fire nation is in full support of Avatar Aang’s plan.”
With their Lord's approval, the small group of Fire Nation diplomats quiets down. Their murmuring stops, though the scowls don't leave their faces.
Aang offers a final, humble bow to the room before hopping down from the dais. He moves with an irritating fluidity, weaving through the crowd like a breeze. He doesn’t walk like a man who ended a war, he walks like a child at a festival. He stops to greet the Northern Water Tribe elders with a respectful dip of his head and shares a brief, boisterous laugh with Sokka, who is already gesturing wildly toward a map of the proposed docks.
Then, his path shifts. He is heading toward the Earth Kingdom delegation. Toward you.
Your hand twitches instinctively, a phantom reach for the obsidian pin, but you force your fingers to remain interlaced within your silk sleeves.
"Honored guests," Aang says as he approaches, his voice bright and clear. He bows deeply to your group. "It’s good to see Ba Sing Se so well represented. But I noticed King Kuei’s seat is empty. Is he feeling alright? I was looking forward to showing him the sketches for the central plaza."
The elder delegate beside you bows in return, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of the Avatar’s presence. "The Earth King sends his sincerest apologies, Avatar Aang. He was waylaid by matters of state regarding the restoration of the agrarian zones. He has entrusted us to speak on his behalf."
"I understand," Aang says, his expression softening into genuine empathy. "The work of rebuilding never really stops, does it?"
His gray eyes, vast and unnervingly observant, scan the faces of the delegates. He acknowledges each one by name—men and women who have spent decades in the shadows of the Upper Ring, now preening under the gaze of a boy who wasn't even awake for the war they survived.
Then, his gaze lands on you. The recognition he held for the others vanishes, replaced by a flicker of curiosity. He realizes you are the only variable he doesn't recognize.
He steps closer, stepping into the private space usually reserved for peers.
"I don't think we’ve met," he says, tilting his head slightly. That sickeningly friendly smile returns, though up close, you can see the exhaustion tucked into the corners of his eyes. "I’m Aang. And you are?"
The silence stretches for a second too long. You feel the weight of the obsidian pin pressing against your skull. You could kill him right now, but when you turn your head and notice all eyes on you, you shove the wicked thought far back into your head.
“I’m Y/N,” you force your lips to curl upwards as you offer a shallow, perfectly executed bow. “It is actually my first time here.”
“Really?” his eyes seem to brighten up further, for a reason you cannot place. You nod with a grimace. “What’s your opinion on Republic City then?”
Your eyebrows furrow at the name. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Ah, yes… I mean it’s not final. Just an idea,” his eyes roam across your face, seeming to catch onto the way your nose wrinkled at the name. “Don’t you like it?”
“The name's nice. I’m just,” you pause, looking up at his hopeful and curious expression. Why was he seeking your approval? It was a gift you would never grant him. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea. People aren’t that accepting — not yet at least.”
The silence that follows your words is heavy, thick enough to choke the diplomats standing nearby. To tell the Avatar—the bridge between worlds—that his vision of harmony is flawed isn't just rude; in this room, it's practically heresy. You can feel the elder delegate beside you vibrating with pure terror.
But Aang doesn't summon a whirlwind. He doesn't even raise his voice.
He takes a half-step closer, his gray eyes searching yours with a piercing intensity.
"The world has been at war for a hundred years, Y/N," he says softly, his voice carrying a weight that belies his young face. "I know people are hurt. I know they're angry. That’s exactly why I think we need this. If we keep staying behind our own walls, the fear will never go away."
He folds his arms into his sleeves, mirroring your own composed posture, though his energy is warm where yours is ice.
"You say they aren't accepting yet,'" he repeats your words, turning them over like a puzzle. "So, in your mind, what comes first? Do we wait for the hearts of every person in the Four Nations to change before we build a place for them?"
Maybe you had overstepped. You take a slow, steady breath, smoothing the metaphorical wrinkles in your composure until you are once again the picture of Earth Kingdom grace.
"Forgive me, Avatar," you say, your voice returning to that silky, practiced tone. You offer a small, apologetic tilt of your head. "I didn't mean to—”
He holds up a hand, a gentle, reassuring smile returning to his face. “No, please don’t apologise. You may speak freely. I value your opinion just as much as anyone else’s.”
You blink in surprise. “Okay. It is simply that in the Earth Kingdom, we are taught that a foundation must be perfectly level before the house is built. If the ground is still shifting from the tremors of the past... the house might fall."
"I don't have a better idea," you continue softly, your eyes downcast in a show of feigned humility. "I only worry that justice is a heavy stone to move. If people feel it has been forgotten in the rush for peace, they may find their own ways to seek it. I would hate to see your beautiful vision compromised by those who aren't as... forgiving as you are."
Aang’s hand, which had been hovering in the air, slowly drops to his side. He looks at you for a long moment, his brow furrowed. He can tell you’ve retreated behind a wall, but your words have clearly left a mark.
"I see," he says, his voice quieter now. The playful energy from before has vanished, replaced by a somber weight. He offers you a small, grateful nod.
"I appreciate your honesty, Y/N. Truly. Most people just tell me what they think the Avatar wants to hear. It’s refreshing to meet someone who cares so much about the stability of the future."
He lingers there for a heartbeat, his gray eyes searching yours as if looking for the person who spoke so sharply just moments ago.
"I hope I can prove to you that this city can be a foundation for justice, too," he says. "Maybe we can talk more about what that 'level ground' looks like later tonight? At the banquet?"
The invitation is a double-edged sword. It’s the perfect opportunity to get him alone, away from the prying eyes of the Fire Lord and the Water Tribe warrior. But it also means more time under his unnerving, intuitive gaze.
"It would be an honor, Avatar," you reply, your voice a perfect, polite lie.
Tips on writing as an ESL (eng. second language) writer?
Hi Anon! To be honest, I don't really have any tips, but I can tell you how I started writing in English as a Frenchie 💗
The first thing I did was write something small (really small), then translate it roughly without any help, basically going with the flow.
If I were satisfied, I'd then try to write the rest of my idea directly in English, and if not, then I'd use DeepL or dictionaries to help me find the right word to use and be satisfied.
Then, I'd increase the length of the texts I'd have to translate, but also write myself.
If you can't stick to one style, try another and another. Who cares if you write stories in the form of a diary, a Reddit post, dialogues only, or anything like that? Remember, you write for yourself, and for me, it helped a lot.
Finally, even if it's short, even if you think it's bad or not well written enough, either send it to someone who's fluent in English or publish it. Someone will eventually tell you if you've made a mistake, if there are parts they can't really understand, and it will help you greatly.
Now, things I know are important when writing in general:
If you feel the sentence you wrote is too long, it most probably is.
You don't have to give a lot of details or make long descriptions because you might break the flow of what you wrote. Write the essentials if they're not that important for the rest of your text.
Again, write for yourself, write what you like, what you want, in whatever form.
