I find it funny that all the times that Barnaby has made a dog-like sound it’s been spoken. Like, he says the word “bark” Or “awoo” not the actual sound itself! I was thinking about your Barnaby when I thought of that haha!
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it was Very Very endearing and im noting it, but wym My barnaby??? i have no barnaby except the makeship plush i just ordered??
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there's this moment that no one talks about and that cleo and etho BOTH cut out of their episodes, which is when all the green and yellow names are gathered around spawn looting the gear after plan bubblevate. cleo picks up a pair of diamond pants and holds onto them for a while trying to decide what to do with them, before eventually offering them to etho (even though pearl, her own ally, was also in iron). its such a subtle thing and it doesn't seem that important, really—it's just some discarded armor that she didn't even need herself. but like, someone who isn't even really your ally, that you've barely spent any time at all with together over the series, deliberately offering you an invaluable gift that would be much more useful to keep within their alliance as some kind of silent nod of understanding that, despite everything, you're looking out for each other.
and despite his general lack of sentimentality, etho remembered it as well and saw the gesture for exactly what it was, which was mercy. in a world where every exchange had a very What Can You Do For Me feel to it, cleo gave him those pants for no reason at all. later on when ren was trying to get the reds to go after cleo, etho said he doesn't want to hurt cleo, because she was nice to him and gave him diamond pants. they had barely any history together and were on pretty rocky terms up until that point (between etho betting for her death and stealing her brewing stand), but that moment was enough to cement the implicit understanding between them and turned cleo from someone etho barely knew to the only person he trusted to look out for him for the rest of the series. its just so. EXPLODES
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ok i dont think this is anything related to the watchmaker and all that stuff, but i think its insane that the Family turns traitors into memory zone memes because the concept of the memory zone memes is just that they were created by the true Dreamscape and from the emotions of those within the Dreamscape
this was from the emoscape with Mr McCoy in Dewlight Pavilion, where he was ordered by the Dreammaster to turn his siblings, who were apparently selling information to the IPC about the Family, into memory zone memes, but now i'm wondering just how many people got turned into memory zone memes for being a traitor
I would have said too that maybe the Family - trying to seek out the traitor and the killer of the first Oak Family Head - framed the Watchmaker and possibly turned him into a memory zone meme as well, but the Family is trying to search for the Watchmaker so that's less likely the case. But I just love seeing how fucked up actually the Family can be AND getting more information about the Dreammaster since there really isn't much of anything
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since im posting old art here’s some germany i never got around to posting bc i thought it was 2 edgy. 1-4 r panels from a scrapped comic about the rise n fall of germany ca 1800-1920s. also 70s in the middle of everything bc y not! click keep reading to read an unedited excerpt from a unrequited gerame fanfic (that i also scrapped) :)
“Gilbert doesn’t put anyone above himself, and you’re a moron for letting yourself believe you were the exception,” Françoise told him, and Alfred still remembers the shape of her back in the setting sun’s red shine.
And then, a hundred years later, the exception came. The exception was nothing like an exception should be, it had quickly been given the nickname “the ugliest child in the world” by both its neighbouring countries –all of Europe actually– and its own politicians.
“Child,” Alfred had heard Austria say to Françoise after the defeat of Napoleon, “is a generous thing to call it, more like Prussia’s failed attempt to play God.”
Alfred saw this supposed child, named the German empire (a funny name considering what it was. Alfred had almost laughed outright at just that, never before had he seen an empire in this condition), once before the depression, and what had at first seemed like words formed out of Austria’s bitterness suddenly became objective truth. In appearance, Germany was nothing like a child apart from its short stature, it aroused no nurturing instincts, and had it been left at some poor, unsuspecting orphanage’s steps, it’d be left to starve.
Stitches disfigured Germany’s face and body, and one particular stitch in its left eyebrow weighed down heavily on its eyelid, keeping the child from being fully able to open the eye, or perhaps it was just the infection, judging by the way the nation’s eye leaked pink and yellow tears. As if it wasn’t already an eyesore, it was skinny as well and hurried after Prussia on swaying crutches, dressed in uniforms too nicely decorated for its young age and lithe frame. Its mere existence was a long list of complications: asthma, momentary blindness, recurrent seizures, necrosis patches due to infected stitches, always feverish and pale; had it been human a harsh wind would’ve brought death with it.
To say that Germany was Prussia’s attempt to play God was fair, but failed Germany would prove not to be. The boy nearly outgrew Russia as a young adult, and Alfred reckoned if Ludwig was to hit a human man, he could very well kill the man with one swing.
When Alfred met Ludwig again in 1927 –or maybe it was 1926 he couldn’t exactly recall– he didn’t at first believe that the man in front of him had been that same child he saw some decades ago. The man in front of him was taller than him, broader in the shoulders too and most surprisingly: healthy; only a few crookedly healed scars were all that remained of the sickly boy that once had stood before Alfred. Ludwig hadn’t even been able to close his hands into complete fists as a child, yet now he was strong enough to bend cutlery with one hand (well, he was irritated and drunk at that point but still).
More than a failed experiment, Ludwig was Gilbert’s miracle.
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