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unfortunate truth of reality is that oftentimes 15 year olds will say/do/believe some stupid bullshit because they are 15 but telling them that they believe that because they are 15 is probably the most counterproductive thing in the entire universe

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i remember being 15 and wanting literally nothing more than to be taken seriously and listened to and every thought and feeling i had was dismissed because i was a hormonal teenager. i was well aware at that point that a lot of the things i felt were probably because i was a kid, but that didnt make any of it less real, and being dismissed because of my age 1. did not help 2. did not make me feel better 3. made me angry at and untrustworthy of adults because they refused to listen to me. teenagers are people. kids are people. one of the only major things separating them from adults are experience and wisdom. they have like. you know. interiority

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like in YOUR mind you may think youre being helpful by going 'well you're a kid, its not really a big deal, youre okay, youll get over it' but that does not register as "helpful affirmation that everything will turn out fine and the only reason im upset is because of something out of my control so its better to just try and come to terms with it" it registers as 'adult dismissing my real tangible problems and sadness and anger because of my age and inadvertently calling me stupid'

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she says she only plays "casually" 🙄

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Soul Eater fanart to celebrate October

Happy radish family!

✨⚾️ BASEBALL YURI ⚾️✨

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Seraph in the headlights

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i need everyone to get 300% more insane about mercymorn right the fuck now. this is a lady who spent ten thousand years learning everything there is to the human body to the point where she could just modify a person blind. just reach in and and tie harrow’s lil noodle spine into a knot, bypassing her lyctoral shielding. seduced her best friend, worst enemy, and sworn god to steal his sperm (it’s also apparently implied she just. summoned it out of his balls instead of collecting it the normal way) to help a terrorist make a baby from it.

she slaps augustine across the mouth and he spits out his teeth, despite the fact that he is a ten thousand year old lyctor who should have had ironclad shielding. out of all the necros that swore themselves to god, she was one of the remaining ones, one of the last lyctors to survive the resurrection beasts.

she vaporized god. she vaporized god. she unwound the most powerful necromancer she knew on the fly and reduced him to his base components because she just. had the knowledge in her brain. mercymorn turned a man running on the souls of ten billion into fine red mist on a fucking impulse.

she spends all of htn trying to kill harrow out of some bizarre attempt to live up to her name. she’s kind about it, even. she draws weird little squiggles that look like everything but monsters. she fantasizes about putting her idiot boss in acid jail. she worries about her dress making her look like a melon even though she literally seduces god and also a guy who hates her.

and nobody really likes her. g1deon is g1deon, by which i mean he is being tortured and weird about everything on account of being two people and thus has little to no opinion on what she does. augustine fucking hates her unless they’re working together to honey trap god (no i will not stop mentioning this) and it wasn’t even her fault that alfred died, not really. ianthe follows augustine around like an evil little duckling - does she even have strong opinions on mercy except that it’s gross she’s having a three way with jod and augustine? she was supposed to mentor harrow, but she got the defective one - the one that didn’t even make to lyctorhood properly (does she wish she could’ve done what harrow did? sealed cristabel away forever, even if she had to butcher herself to do it?). and jod. jod loves her, of course, but he’s just so. so. he doesn’t fucking listen is the thing. he deflects and he jokes and he doesn’t say “mercy, i didn’t meant to, mercy, i’ll fix it, mercy, please, forgive me.” he says everything but that.

god fuck what is wrong with me. what is wrong with you guys. be more insane about mercy she deserves it.

oh-jod-dammit

SAY IT LOUDER. SAY IT LOUDER and I'll add some:

Augustine truly genuinely hates her AND she truly genuinely hates him, and it wasn't her fault or his, it was Alfred's and Cristabel's, but they ARE a little bit Alfred and a little bit Cristabel now, aren't they? Every time they look at each other they see the eyes of that overzealous idiot who brought out the worst in their overzealous idiot and know they were both to blame. And none of that is even WHY they hate each other, it was apparently just on-sight from before magic ever existed, and even back then they still shared a partner and it really fucking feels like "well I'M not leaving so I guess YOU'LL have to deal with it." They're still pettily bickering about who loves him more and who he loves more after 10,000 years of misery and while both actively wanting to kill him. The mere sight, the mere mention of each other pisses both of them off and they trust each other unconditionally BECAUSE they don't respect each other enough to hide their intentions, if they wanted to hurt each other they just would. (I think often of a post that described them with "Literally nobody is doing it like them. Because why would they, ever.")

In a book series that uses "fuck" liberally even in the narration, she very rarely curses. She uses cutesie ass language like "nincompoop" and "silly buggers" and stammers when she's flustered and gets flustered easily. She uses condescending pet names; "It's a Resurrection Beast, honey." In a setting where everyone is color-coded like crazy she makes her entire persona a color no one else wears and it's bright peachy pink.

She's the most, if not the only, reasonable person in any given room 95% of the time and the other 5% she is the most petulant bitch alive despite being the second oldest person alive (third if you count Pyrrha as 'alive', fourth if you count Alecto as 'a person'). She screams and thrashes and flings herself down and sulks and whines and guilt trips and makes herself cry on command because of course she can and then she picks herself up and she's dead calm again 2 seconds later.

Everyone only ever seems to focus on the 5%. John is by far the nicest person to her because the bar is lightyears underground and even he treats it more like it's 50/50.

She is trying so hard to be eternally serious and she's so unfathomably beyond depressed, she desperately wants to throw herself into the nearest sun and the only reason she hasn't yet is because she's always cared too much about everyone and everything and never knew how to stop, she could never bring herself to just leave the universe to its fate. And yet, even with all that, she is still so incredibly funny and cannot resist being roped in on the bit. She will get exasperated with herself for getting in on the bit. ("We can live in magma." ... laying her head down miserably on the console. "Now I'm doing it...")

When Harrow unties her own spinal chord, reaches in and sees what Mercy has done and manages to undo it herself, Mercy is relieved.

She tries her damnedest to ignore this child and resents this responsibility so much. (She also had every reason to worry in the back of her mind that this might be her own biological child, hers and John's, given she didn't know the eggs died or what Wake had to do. She keeps reducing Harrow's age and it's a hilarious bit because she is hilarious but also, was any of it wanting to push Harrow further and further away from that possibility? She's too young to be That Kid. She's way too young. She's only 12. She's only 9. Way way way too young.)

And she still trains her to some extent. Supervises while she kills planets after presumably showing her how. Tells her bluntly that it's not a matter of Harrow's skill, it's that her body won't survive what Lyctors are demanded to, tries to warn her even if in a condescending way. When Harrow comes to her for help putting her cortisol in overdrive, it's a horrible unhealthy thing to enable but it's help Mercy just casually gives, and in context it's? horribly enough, one of the most respectful things of Harrow's agency anyone on the Mithraem does? It is NOT good for her, but Mercy doesn't try to tell her what is and isn't good for her, at least not about anything but being here and involved in this whole mess at all. And Harrow doesn't even slightly appreciate that.

She stabs Harrow in the gut and dulls her nerves "out of a misplaced sense of affection." She drags her into the hall in hopes she'll be eaten quickly, before she has time to suffer.

She kills God single-handedly with her bare hands not because she has any greater power than any other Lyctor but because she has the most insane special interest the universe has ever known and she devoted herself to doing it. She doesn't have to say anything when she does, but she still chooses to make what she thinks will be the last words he ever hears "I forgive you everything, Lord." She wants to throw herself into the nearest sun immediately after and has to be talked out of it, so she absolutely saw a swift death as an act of Mercy.

But she is still talked out of it, because they still have a job, because people still need them. Because the man she hates more than anyone else, far more than the man she just exploded, knows exactly how to appeal to her and promises that they'll keep hating each other the whole time and then his bones will rest easy next to her bones.

And then either they don't even get to have that or their corpses are only reunited in literal physical Hell.

runningonspitensunshine

akskdhdah YES THANK YOU SO MUCH

and re: her special interest, this brings up a really good point: what the fuck was going through mercy’s head that she trained herself to be the perfect lyctor-killing machine? like was it a coincidence that her area of study just happened to let her kill somebody with great and terrible precision, or that she took it so far she could bypass lyctoral shielding?

what the fuck kind of bullshit was she planning

oh-jod-dammit

OH I MEAN, I think it's both!

Like I describe it as a special interest because the sheer fucking volume of information. The human body is wildly variable and John says—even if probably some degree of hyperbole but probably not much after this long—if there's anything Mercy doesn't know about the body, it isn't that it's not worth knowing, it hadn't existed previously. Literal God looks at her with a degree of awe and terror about this. He has also lived these 10,000 years with even more power and perception and he does not know this as intimately as she does. Harrow asks if it's "just" a matter of memorization why other people don't do it and they're like, are you crazy?? Like Augustine does it in the most condescending way but he recognizes he does NOT have the capacity for that, he couldn't do what she does no matter how hard he tried, even with just as much time to work on it.

BUT ALSO. He sure does also straight up say, in the same conversation, in front of God and everyone,

“One would only really need it to kill Lyctors, Harrowhark, and the rest of us never evinced any interest in that.” That broke up the dinner somewhat.

And that... really is about it jawoejiawe. Like. In theory, MAYBE she could have used it for something like... examining and easing Cytherea's symptoms? But Lyctors can't get new illnesses, they can't really have anything changed about their body without actively doing it themselves or to each other. Like Harrow could regrow Ianthe's arm, Ianthe could make Harrow's hair grow faster forever, etc, and I'd argue it's implied Mercy's used flesh magic to affect her own appearance too (older than John or G1deon yet "no signs of aging touched those screwed up eyes"). So I... GUESS? there could have also been incidents where they'd secretly do petty shit to each other in the same vein as Ianthe messing with Harrow's hair, and Mercy would have the unique ability to examine them and figure out what was fucked up, similar to how she was able to examine Harrow's brain???

Ofc with anyone but each other they can effectively see, hear, whatever inside of them, and from a great distance even. Harrow can tell exactly how many beating hearts are aboard the Erebos. With other Lyctors, though, it seems like Mercy examines them the same way Pal examines people, through touch and probably something like extending a bit of their own thalergy to comb through them? But they have to know exactly where they're aiming and what they're looking for to make good use of it. (And I say thalergy because we see Pal examine people in Cam's body at times when he says nothing thanergetic.) Mercy's just... ridiculous enough that she can tap the side of Harrow's head and pop that sense into her ears and brain and understand what she's done. 😭

So yeah getting THIS deep into it and practicing enough to use it to this degree really does seem to be "just in case I ever need to kill him or any of the others." I don't think she ever actively 'wanted' to so much as was willing to for the greater good, and I don't think she started heavily considering it until ~500 years ago, but I can absolutely see her having always wanted to be prepared...

Also, sometimes I remember just how her power is described and I get a little more feral about her...

The spear was removed. You still remembered acutely what that felt like. In the midst of that sensation, quick, light fingertips tapped a symphony over your back, arresting the flow of blood, seizing your flesh, cutting off circulatory shock; it was only then that you really began to understand what Mercymorn could do. With another fingertip, she tapped above your eyebrow, and your pituitary gland spewed out a flood of neuropeptides that immediately replaced the adrenaline squirting through your system. She was saying: “It’s not fair of you to try to bump them off when we’d get in trouble for it. They can die well enough on their own, you toad. This one’s all of twelve years old.” [...] “Oh, I hate you! I’ve always hated you, you dreary, repetitive leg,” said Mercymorn passionately, and then you felt her thumb press down on your lower back, and your gastrointestinal tract—so interrupted by spearpoint—flushed, deep and warm, and you felt some of that twisting pain within you. You could barely feel it anyway, you were so running with hormones. It was the best you’d felt since before you’d gone to Canaan House. Then she said, more reasonably: “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not like I don’t understand it, but if you’d wanted to smother the kittens you could do it more cleanly by knocking her out and dropping her out the airlock…” She trailed off suggestively. The Saint of Duty said stonily, “I do things face-to-face.” “I am not trying to be cruel,” she said cruelly, “but that is what got you into trouble nineteen years ago.”

She's so fucking funny. She's so fucking petty. "Leg" is such a jwioeajoijioeaw,,, And just going off on this whole tirade and hitting him with such a laser-focused jab while casually playing Harrow like a keyboard, practically as an aside, even as she's annoyed with herself for bothering. Harrow on the floor high off her ass from this not really able to do anything more than take it all in.

Woman of all time, I love her SO fucking much ajweoijweoi

runningonspitensunshine

goddd she’s so fucking evil and perfect

and yes! exactly! every lyctor has the raw power + basic skill to take down most nonlyctor opponents in a one on one fight with what they already know about the body and there’s no need to specialize too deep, even for healing other lyctors (like you said).

but what did john think she was doing??? like did he never realize? “oh, just mercy, getting weird and obsessive as per usual” fuuuck could you imagine having such rare and gorgeous talent, using it to become the perfect killer, and your boss is just. Like That.

augustine probably understood the threat mercy posed on account of the Scheming but he hated her anyway so

(and this is a mercy post but what was augustine doing learning to plunge such large areas into hell?? was this some sort of bigger conspiracy???)

god mercy must’ve been wanting to do that shit for CENTURIES it must have felt really good for a moment before she remembered

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The more I read into posts like this the more I really feel the need to reread Harrow the Ninth to understand what actually happened in Harrow the Ninth

#tlt