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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 7 months

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Your recent banner change gave me some Jason thots:

When he kidnaps you and takes your phone to impersonate you so that ppl won’t notice you’re gone, he’ll occasionally go through it as a way to connect with the you that was apart from him for all these years. He’s looking through your photos, apps, random notes you’ve written, and even your internet history, wanting to drink in everything that makes you YOU

He’s so happy when he sees that you still have the photos you took of him/with him back when he was “alive” and tries not to tear up when he sees that shortly after he went missing you sent him many worried texts: “where are you????” “pls respond” “I’m so worried”. When you think he died you kept sending messages to his number before it got disconnected: “I miss you” “I love you, Jason”

He smiles fondly when he sees that the way you write/the emojis you is are still the same. Anything mundane such as a grocery list or random thoughts that you wrote in your notes app are like poetry to him. When he looks at your internet history and notices particular products you’ve looked at with interest but didn’t buy he makes a mental note to spoil you with them later. You get a little suspicious when he gifts you clothes that you had looked at online before

He grits his teeth at the text messages he reads between you and Bruce, seeing that you were still friendly and polite to him. He doesn’t hold it against you though, but a part of him was hoping that you’d share his feelings about Bruce and be hostile towards him

And let’s be real he finds a way to look at your internet history while you used a private browser. Gets a little turned on when he sees the sex toys you pursued or the erotic you read online. Cryptically mentions that you don’t need “all of that” anymore now that he’s back with you and you’re just like ????

This is so angsty and sweet AAAAAAA

This is so dumb but I love the idea of the DC Universe having a superhero equivalent of like. Encyclopedia Dramatica. Or an image board dedicated to supervillain and superhero lolcows that Darling browses

Like Jason sees them shitposting about Riddler and it just brings a dumb smile to his face

Tbh Gothamites using social media to post about the capes in their community kills me. Like Darling posts a pic of an empty paint section at Home Depot and captions it "bruh I just wanted to repaint my kitchen chairs and all the green shades are gone 😭 #ThanksRiddler"

#.dc #.jason todd #.arkhamverse #.arkham knight

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teronsrickman · 1 year

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Again I draw how father and son are hugging, but this time the father does not have a gun behind his back, THANK YOU (a reference to the fact that I drew a moment from the ending of FarCry6)

Before the spoilers I will write a "SPOILER", before that the text without spoilers

AAAAAAAAA I.. I have already spammed the entire offtop in VK and Twitter with emotions! I've never cried over a game so much in my life. Even over the last part of GoW, even over those games that I also immensely love. But the most important thing is that I have never cried SO much with happiness in my life. Not from grief, not from pain or fear. But from happiness and love. I've never experienced anything like this so much. My great respect to Santa Monica Studio.

Usually, when I like the game so much, I roll up a write of pages of criticism, (yes, you saw how I reviewed FarCry6 and the DLC for it), but here I surprisingly have nothing to say. With the exception of comments about the overload and prolongation of the game by events and too frequent monotonous battles. But these are just remarks, and not so weighty disadvantages that I drop the game. We have already joked with friends about some similar parallels between GoW and FC6, from dictatorship and uprisings, to character relationships, and agreed that GoW is an example of how it was necessary to build emotional cutscenes and the plot as a whole in FC6. Ubisoft, please learn. And of course it's a pity for the cut-out content with Sinmara. Thanks to her, Atreus could again evoke controversial feelings, show himself from an interesting side, and Kratos' words about the heart would play stronger. It would be possible to shorten any quests like collecting pear or going for the moon and thanks to this dont cut-out Sinmara, but we have what we have. After all, GoW is one of the most powerful, in my opinion, in terms of the concept and its artistic interpretation, the game. Scandinavian mythology is a very popular topic, but the way developers adapt it, intertwine the plot and gameplay, make incredible designs and environments, bright characters is priceless in the gaming industry.

And that's all I could say about criticism. And if I start to remember and look for all the little things, including replicas that I liked so much, then I really will roll 20 pages again, but I don't need it... So if you want to see how I yelled from certain points, they are in the twitter @TeronsCock and maybe I will still draw something. Moreover, I am already bursting with headcannons as I returned to Midgard 4 years later, not without the help of Heath or Tobeas, as always, and again went all this way and emotions with characters that I already missed from the last time. Well, this time my friends are with me, who can even nullify Kratos' patience :)

SPOILER NEXT

Another note - I've also never cried in my life from the fact that the character just stayed alive I had previously jumped with happiness and screamed like hell when Vaas turned out to be alive, when Pagan did not die in the end. But that's exactly CRYING so hard, this is the first time.. Literally since 2018, I've been waiting for Kratos to die, all the characters have been waiting and afraid, and we're with them, and in the end I'm just.... AAAAAAA I haven't seen such a happy ending even in a Disney movie ..... I just love these characters and the game

#art #fanart #review #game review #god of war #god of war ragnarok #kratos #atreus #god of war kratos #god of war atreus #headcanons

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gunthermunch · 7 months

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Hi! idk who should I say this to other than the one who took my whole day reading ( 12 hours from what I remember) a story about the munch family who I didn’t really were interested about before -except for wg ig lol- and now got me soooo invested and IN LOVE with them all.

I’m so in love with your writing and storytelling literally its so unique, and I love love LOVE how you captured every personality from the sims townies and made them so alive, and I want you to know that you made me love this story so much to the point I saved up some favorite slides of some characters and kept them in the web so I go back and reread them hehe~

And now because of you im soooo in love with lucas and max and I can’t wait for more of lucas arc because I missed him so much :(((

aaaaaaa thank you so much!!!! you have no idea how much i appreciate this right now :,))

#ask #gm reply

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miralines · 6 months

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woe ouatis rpverse sptumblr: the sequel be upon ye

link to the original

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the insubordination risk show was fucking great btw

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Re: your tags– we’re in the process of launching a crowdfunding goal to get a real album out! We’re just figuring out the logistics, but believe us, we won’t shut up about it when it happens. In the meantime, if you want to support us Luna sells patches on their spetsy, including some band ones ＾▽＾

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Althea Black is a naive fool. I don’t know why anyone agreed to publish that utter trash she calls a book. I’d feel sorry for her if she weren’t helping spread all this propaganda.

My full review of her book will be up on my spyoutube channel at the end of the week. Hint: It’s bad.

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oh, fuck off, literally everyone is tired of your shit

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man really thought they could get on the rose red defenders website and say this lmao eat them alive

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@spstaff wasn’t this guy banned? you wanna do something about that?

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Help how do I convince my brother and brother in law not to name their kid fucking marion

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I mean I’d send you some receipts but I’m kind of on thin ice with FABLE so just tell them that I said Fucking Yikes

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FRECKLES LUCK SPOTTED ON SPTUMBLR ABORT MISSION

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I’m sorry WHAT?

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I still think it’s fake, but some random blog mentioned knowing her and got a bunch of questions about it and then made a post claiming to be from her saying to leave the blogger alone. Seems like they’re just looking for attention if you ask me.

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It’s real there’s a selfie and everything. Believe me if they got that from someplace else I’d have already seen it. Apparently this blog belongs to her adopted kid or something???

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LINK??

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Stop spreading this y’all the blog has been getting death threats. Also stop calling details about her personal life fucking ""lore.""

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I’m deleting istg if she sees the shit I’ve posted about her

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so im watching through the event footage for the conference from that interview she gave with the whole like, moulding breaking reveal conference. you all know the one. and i found a shot where she and adam bete are sitting together beforehand between speeches in the backround from a news broadcast. and oh my god. her piercings. its such a crime they made her take them out before she went on the news like. fuck. she's so pretty. her hair was down and she was laughing as something bete said. im so in love this is a crime. she's so hot none of you understand. her eyebrow piercings and her ears and the tattoos on her arms (they always have her wear suit jackets its such a crime like) and. and. im so gay NONE of you understand!! aaaaaaa

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You know, when i searched my name on this site I expected the usual 'why isn't she in jail' shit that sptwitter tells me. thanks i guess.

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so like @roseredbignaturals are you okay. how are you doing after that. your internet crush is married.

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NO IM NOT OKAY IM NOT OKAY IM NOT OKAY AH

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M NOTSHE SAW ME SIMPIG

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FUCK

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for the last time, dyeing your hair red is not fucking appropriating rose red culture norms shut up and stop making things up challenge

If I get ONE MORE goddamn ask about this

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HER DAYS OF SWEEPING LESBIANS OFF THEIR FEET ARE OVER

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WHY WAS I A TEENAGER ON ARIEL AND NOT IN THE PERIPHERY YEARS AGO IN A GAY BAR WHERE FRECKLES LUCK (FRECKLES LUCK!!!!!!) COULDVE SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET

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THIS IS THE WORST TIMELINE

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you're really having a time of it

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I told you guys I know her!!

#one thousand and three #sptumblr au #i guess? feels like we need a tag for this at this point #everyone thank travis for roseredbignaturals' lesbian mental breakdown

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majestydeerakuma · 4 months

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I’M ALIVE?!?! Yes I am!!!

Been hyperfixating on Vocal Synths but also wanted to draw Cookie again :D

(Note: His hair is pastel brown in the second and third images to fit his color scheme compared to the shade of brown I usually use for his hair)

-Songs-

The Intense Singing of Hatsune Miku (cosMo; ft: Hatsune Miku)

The Vampire (DECO*27; ft: Hatsune Miku)

Kyu-kurarin (iyowa; ft: KAFU)

Sick (Yuyoyuppe; ft: Natsuki Karin)

(Also, I’ve been listening to Sick by Yuyoyuppe nonstop! As someone who loves heavy metal, it’s absolutely amazing, aaaaaaa!!! :D)

#tw eye strain #vocaloid #vocal synth #jackbox #jackbox fanart #jackbox games #you don’t know jack #ydkj #ydkj fanart #cookie masterson

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moonlitdiane · 1 year

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THE KISS OF DEATH — an abyssal fic.

1,968 words // Demian x Sol

I finally finished my gift for @itsbluesaint of their MC for the abyssal and Sol. As usual, the abyssal is an IF written by @theabyssal. I've been writing this since July aaaaaaa because of adhd and college.

Peace was rare for a God and so was silence. Demian accepted that fact a time too long ago to remember. All he knew was the ever present feeling of melancholy and fleeting moments of intimacy. All he ever really knew was deafening silence.

Even now, as he sat alone on a lush hill, surrounded by flowers and life that he could only dream of creating, it was silent. Nature is rarely ever silent. The world wasn’t made for silence, Vaal once told him. It was made for the ever changing complexity of life. It was chaotic in an organized, streamlined order.

Demian yearned to be surrounded by the messiness of life but he was perpetually surrounded by still silence. Again, nature was never silent. It was only silent when there was a predator, a dangerous creature walking its grounds. The God of Death is always surrounded by silence. As though Hylaria itself was holding its breath in his presence.

There was only one piece of Hylaria that was never scared of him, that looks him straight in the eyes and continues to exist in front of his face. Only the sun can do that. Only the sun can make the god of Death himself squint in annoyance one second and mesmerized the next.

Only the sun can treat death like everyone else and burn him so shamelessly. Only the sun could love the moon enough to let him borrow his light.

There was only one piece of Hylaria that loved him without condition, that looks him straight in the eyes and love him so boldly, so brightly, so painfully. Only Sol can do that.

Demian couldn’t force himself to bask in the warmth of sunset, so instead, he quietly looks over the field of golden roses that surround him instead. Little pocket sunlights, little love—little paradise that could fit in the palm of his cold hands.

It was terrifying, what he felt. Death wasn’t allowed to love, death took what you love. Death wasn’t allowed to be happy, death took what made you happy.

It burns, dear Creator, he burns.

Peace was rare for a God and so was joy. Sol didn’t want to accept that fact. Sol wanted to feel the salt water against his skin, he wanted to feel the gentle kiss of fireflies on his cheeks, and the overwhelming pressure of air in his lungs. Sol wanted to feel alive.

That’s why he found himself a comfortable, almost perfect position next to Death.

Because what makes you feel more alive than to love? Isn’t that looming knowledge of love doomed so very sweet on the tongue of a God who could have anything he asks for?

Isn’t that the very sign that he is as human as the mortals he shaped from his very own palms? Isn’t complication and yearning and heartbreak such integral to one’s existence?

Now, in the presence of gods, who basically represented two opposing forces, Hylaria was in a weird, almost unstable state. It wanted to rot, degrade, fold over onto itself, but it also wanted to flourish, bloom, and grow. Hylaria wanted to destroy itself in the most beautiful but terrifying ways possible.

Damien grimaced as he became hyperaware of what was happening. He couldn’t stay. No, he couldn’t let himself ruin something that Sol worked so hard on. He couldn’t let himself stain such a holy creation.

And as he moved to get up—run away from the warmth of the sun, warmer hands moved up to keep him where he sat.

“And where are you going, sunshine?” Sol’s voice lacked the humor a question like that usually held. There was anxiety, though. An overwhelming sense of uncertainty. Knowledge that this was the first time things might not go in his favor. Was love usually this painful?

Was devotion usually this brutal?

Damien felt his throat run dry and his jaw tighten.

“I’m…” Death was quiet, he was soft, and he was afraid.

Molten gold eyes stared up at him, waiting patiently for an answer. He was always so patient. Even through the numbing nights and unbearable winters, Sol was always there to reach out, to caress Demian’s cheeks. To catch him.

“Stay, my love,” Sol mumbled.

“Stay?” Demian questioned him. “… my love?”

There hasn’t been a single soul who exists, who has existed, and will exist who ever wanted him to stay. No one ever wants Death to stay. No one ever wants to just sit down with him and hear his stories, his thoughts, and listen to the prayers he has no other God to whisper to but himself.

Such are the woes of being an omnipotent being—you cannot depend on another mythical existence to fix your problems for you. He was the mythical existence that fixed problems, maybe in less favorable ways than most mortals preferred.

“Stay,” Sol’s gently guided him back to his side and no matter how much Death’s body wanted to refuse, it was as though his still, unbeating heart was trying to fight for a place.

“Can you do that for me?” the question was simple, but Demian knew what it meant.

The dark-haired God glanced over to where their hands connected.

“Okay,” his answer was quiet, barely above a whisper—but the winds heard it, the world heard it, and most importantly, Sol heard it.

Sitting next to him felt like everything right and wrong at the same time. Sitting next to him felt like blasphemy—a right he could never bring himself to claim was his. It would be so easy to act selfish for a moment, for a second, for just a heartbeat, but could he risk that?

“Darling, do you see all of those roses?” Sol grinned.

“How can I not?” Demian mumbled and yet, a ghost of a smile played on his lips, dark eyes once again soaking in a sight he’s seen a million times. “Sometimes I think this field shines brighter than the stars in the skies.”

Quietly, softly, Sol reached out to pick one particularly golden rose, sweats of dew perfectly spread all over its petals.

“I made these for you,” though he tried handing the flowers to Demian, the God of Death refused.

“I destroy everything I touch, Sol,” he tried reminding him but he choked on those words. It hurt to admit out loud. Everything. Everything he’s ever loved, he has destroyed with the same two hands who only want to learn how to love.

“Please hold these for me, starlight,” Sol quietly pleaded, “can you do that for me?”

“Are you sure?” Demian’s voice trembled.

“Never have I ever before,” the sun God caressed his cheeks.

Hesitantly, Demian’s icy fingers wrapped around the flower’s delicate stem and he expected it to crumble in his hands, to disappear into ashes, to mock him with something he already knew. Not even Hylaria can love him back.

What he didn’t expect was for the flower to almost embrace his hands. It glowed bright and strong, as though assured in the safety that he, the god of death, brought it.

Pale eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Hesitant to tear his gaze away from the rose, fearing that if he did, it would wilt just as everything else did, but he eventually looked back up at Sol, who was watching him intently, a wobbly smile on his lips.

“I told you,” his sun eventually spoke, “I made these for you.”

“Oh,”

That was all he could say. What could he say? What was there to say? What was he supposed to feel? All he wanted to do was to let his hand grip the stem tighter, tighter, tighter until the rose was crushed into nothing.

He couldn’t bring it in himself to do it, however. There really is a difference between being the god of death and being the god of death.

“What’s been going on with you lately, dove?” Sol brought Damien back to Hylaria, carefully brushing back long black strands from a blushing pale face.

“I’m always like this,” Demian chuckled dryly.

“But you’ve been acting different,”

“I don’t know anymore, Sol,” the god admitted. Was this defeat, then? To admit ignorance of the self?

He’s been questioning himself, Hylaria, and the creator lately. He’s been questioning his purpose, his right to exist, and his right to love.

Being strong was exhausting, he decided. Being the god of death was unfair.

“My existence is painful, but it is necessary and I feel like I can’t complain,” Demian continued. “The world is on fire and no one else but you can save me.”

A confession of insecurity and love. That’s what it was. Not even a god can handle such mundane problems.

A moment of silence permeated through Hylaria once more. The same silence the two gods have grown accustomed to. A silence Sol could’ve left alone, but he didn’t. As always, he didn’t.

A hand on the cheek and a heart breaking at the seams, Sol leaned forward, but he didn’t close the gap between their lips, yet.

Oh, this was happening. Oh creator, this was happening.

“May I?” Sol whispered.

“Please?” Sol begged.

“Please,” Demian closed his eyes.

Sol gladly closed the gap between them. That pesky, thread thin gap separating two bodies of the same soul.

Kissing Sol still felt like everything right and wrong at the same time. It still felt like blasphemy but creator, this was a sin. He would stay on his knees for forever. Even if in some way, the creator themself confirmed that he had no right to taste the sweetness of his lover’s tongue or how his name sounds like a sacred hymn sang by Sol’s voice, Demian would let himself face the consequences if it experiencing all of that all over again.

Demian already knew Sol’s lips were as soft as the inside of a rose but it still gave him goosebumps. Two familiar hands holding him closer, as close as their physical forms would allow.

Dear creator, it terrified him just how much he was willing to do—willing to sacrifice and poison—for Sol. Demian was ready to cause Hylaria’s downfall and revel in its ruins if it meant having keeping Sol’s heart forever.

Their lips danced a dance humans have taught them, a form of love unfamiliar to great beings. They could go on like this for forever if they wanted to. Breathing wasn’t a necessity for them, but they needed to part. To part was an acknowledgment, that there are things bigger than them, things that they needed to do for the sake of millions of lives.

Hesitating to pull themselves apart from each other, Sol kept their foreheads touching, gently grabbing the back of Demian’s neck to keep him where he sat.

“Life is incomplete without death as I am incomplete without you,” Sol mumbled—quiet enough for no one but Demian to hear. A promise. A reminder. A truth.

The god of death closed his eyes once more but when he could no longer feel Sol’s presence in front of him, warm breath fanning against his face, he tried opening them only to be met with darkness. A rising panic fills his chest.

No.

What was happening? What did he do? What—?

And Demian’s head was filled with that dreadful feeling once more. That feeling of his body being wrapped up like a snake squeezing their prey. His lungs were filled up with something other than fresh air. His hands bled. Creator, they won’t stop bleeding.

A nauseating vertigo hit Demian, and he could finally open his eyes once more.

Silence. Familiar silence.

The drip, drip, dripping of water greeted him once he woke up.

Welcome back to reality, god of death.

#the abyssal #itsbluesaint #my writing #my edit #the abyssal: demian #interactive fiction #Sol

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ughhwhyyyyyy · 1 year

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I took notes on the main character songs in rtc and I need to share them or I’ll rtscream

What the World Needs

Social Darwinism: The Song; they said it

The song is very superficial melodically (they took general pop music like Taylor Swift as reference for building it [when I say Taylor swift I mean something Shake It Off adjacent, I’m aware she has a diverse discography])

Repetitive melody

The lyrics don’t tell a story, it’s just her describing an idea

Structured as if she’s giving a speech about why she’s the best candidate to live again

She also has a lot of speaking parts in this song further pushing my point of this being a preconstructed speech instead of it being a song like the others

Noel’s Lament

This whole song is Noel creating a story of tragedy and he succeeds in that. Tragedy is defined as a singular disastrous event and when a character moves through a narrative while an omnipotent force is pushing for a disastrous and sorrowful conclusion. (See Webster)

(That point kind of contradicts my other look at this song but pay that no mind I did this one first)

This whole story is one ongoing disastrous event with Monique and everyone else being puppeted around to give Monique the most tragic and miserable time

Lowkey giving We Both Reached For the Gun

This Song Is Awesome

Techno rap song

Giving T-Pain; that was on purpose, ik

The piano part kinda reminds me of Eminem

Giving Blame It

Mischa expresses his anger through this style of music

I love Ricky and Constance singing the extra vocals it’s so good I love the idea of them being buddies

Also he said this song would be filled with curse words and I don’t think there’s a single curse word in this song

There is actually, I just checked

Well there aren’t any in the chorus and he said the chorus would only have profanity so 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

Talia

He has a very traditional view of romantic relationships

^Reflected in the traditional Ukrainian style the song is in

“Кохаю, Я тебе кохаю” blaaaghhegehblalalalla

“Let rivers run wild, or let them be damned” AAAAAAA SHUTTTT UPPP AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Talia seems very distant the whole song; like she’s just an idea that Mischa loves, not an actual person

^That could definitely be because Mischa never got to meet her in person which really shows how superficial of a foundation this love is set on; it’s just puppy love

^He doesn’t actually describe her as a person and describes her as more of an idea

^She’s literally projected onto Jane Doe[‘s skirt] because Jane doesn’t have an identity similar to how Talia isn’t really given one either

Mischa only describes Talia in relation to his relationship with her and how much he loves [the idea of] her, nothing outside of that

But although his love for her has a superficial foundation, it’s very real and his feelings are very real and you can really feel it with how gingerly this song is expressed

The two genres (techno rap and traditional Ukrainian folk) mix at the end representing how angry Mischa is about never getting to meet his love

The “lalala” interlude part feels like if this musical were a dvd movie, this part would play at the menu screen

He uses this style to express his passion (love)

The melody when he sings Talia always reaches before falling. He never ends on a high note while singing “Talia”. Even in the end he finishes the song on a high note while singing “love”, not “Talia”.

He has love for her but might not ever know her. He never got to meet her when he was alive

I LOVE THIS SONG SMMM AARGEHVRVR HE. SHHSHENEM

Space-Age Bachelor Man

The peak of the album

Like since the songs follow the cadence of a roller coaster, this would be the tippy top before the plummet into The Ballad of Jane Doe

Over the course of this song, he gains more narrative control (primarily because the cat guys are giving him more govt power) and I think that makes it comparable to Noel’s Lament

Gives 80s cartoon, like He-Man but less appropriate for children

Feels very self contained, very separate from reality

The singer’s voice is very warm I love it I love it

Reminds me of nyan cat lowkey

When he makes a super high note, his voice falls after he hits it (B3 on “Tell us Ricky should we pull the switch”)(G#4 on “Let me be”)(A4 on “B-b-b-b-bachelor maaaaan” [kind of sounds like he says meow there which makes since cause cat ppl and what not]) which I think foreshadows the emotional drop from this song to The Ballad of Jane Doe

^Could also be referencing the fall to their deaths on the Cyclone roller coaster perhaps idk

Also he says he hits a G# five octaves above middle C which would be the highest note also showing that this is the emotional peak of the musical

Ballad of Jane Doe

The first part of the song, the melody ascends as reference to her death and also her reaching for an answer

She does an ascending minor harmonic scale, falls back down in chromatic and lands on thra (if you know solfège instead of numbers lol sucks to be you ig), then goes down a half step and comes back up to thra not actually concluding the melody because she’s still searching

The second part is more grounded representing her [head] hitting the ground

The third movement is Jane expressing anger for not being able to remember who she once was or the life she lived

The key changes from F minor to G minor (whole step change), but it changes halfway through her emotional change

Skeleton dance number

At the end of the song, she starts “Doe” on a high one (conclusive) then continues moving up a minor third, I think that represents her still reaching for help from anyone to remind her who she once was, though it’s inconclusive and she’d probably be searching indefinitely since this is the end of the song

What’s interesting tho is in the rtc slime tutorial, she doesn’t continue ascending at the end, she concludes the melody and does a curt inhale instead

Sugar Cloud

I think if Space Age Bachelor Man was the highest point of this roller coaster, this song is the fun loopy part before coming to an end

^Which would make sense given that Constance’s last moments before her death was her upside down relishing reality

This song moves around a lot, like note wise, Lillian Castillo really moves through her registers in this song

^And that makes sense considering after What The World Needs, Constance says she’s more of a melody person

^This is also consistent with her lyrics being pretty repetitive compared to other songs and some parts being grammatically incorrect

“It breaks ‘till you can’t break no more” (double negative)

And the lyric “I see the world with all its backwards upside down” really doesn’t make sense to me, but it doesn’t have to, it really just adds to the pure joy she feels that only melodies could describe

The song starts slow and builds gradually giving us a good tone transition from the last song and helps a lot with the emotional whiplash from the jump between Space Age Bachelor Man to The Ballad of Jane Doe

It kind of has a gospel vibe to it, especially at the end during the break down

Half step key change from D major to D# major

I love the chorus after the bridge aaaaaa

Ok I think that was it thank you for reading if you did I think I really outdid myself with this, christ

#rtc #ride the cyclone #mischa rtc #noel rtc #constance ride the cyclone #ocean o'connell rosenberg #ocean rtc #ricky potts #jane doe #jane doe rtc

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ohgghh i’m on the season finale. mind if i liveblog in ur inbox?? i’m doing it

this is already fucking insane. i have no idea whose side will is on. he’s giving information to both jack and hannibal before they meet for dinner. what is he doing. WHAT IS HIS PLAN

god i love freddie lounds. have i mentioned that?? i love her. morally fucked up women my beloved <3 she makes the narrative so interesting

hannibal is literally asking will to run away with him. my god. how much fucking gayer can this get. they need to make out sloppy style covered in blood right now immediately

HERE COMES JACK THIS WAS THE SCENE WE SAW RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON ISN’T IT??? OHHH HELL YEAH BABEY IT’S THE FIGHT SCENE HEHEHEHE

ALANA’S HERE ALANA’S HERE AAAAAAA GIRLIE RUN ohhhhhh no jack is bleeding from the neck oh no oh no i don’t want him dead please no :( ALANA OH NO. OH NO SHE HAS NO BULLETS. OH NO GIRL RUNNNNN oh she found more oh thank god

ABIGAIL???????

WHAT THE FUCK

SHE PUSHED ALANA OUT THE WINDOW

alana don’t die noooo no no no :( i love her i don’t want her dead!!! oh god jack is probs dying too NOOOOOOOO

omg will saw abigail,,,,,, sobbing. wailing even. screaming and crying.

“we couldn’t leave without you” okay. gayass. my heart is already shattered what the fuck am i supposed to do about this

tenderly touching the side of will’s face. dude come on

HE STABBED HIM HE STABBED HIM OH MY GOD. WHAT THE FUCK

“do you believe you could change me the way i changed you?” “i already did” OKAY. ALRIGHT. I’LL JUST SIT WITH THIS NOW. WHAT THE HELL DUDE

HE’S KILLING ABIGAIL FOR REAL. DUDE. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. yeah no way everyone here is surviving this. oh fuck oh fuck jack is totally dead oh fuck ok time to cry. he called his wife in his last moments. stop. i’ve cried over bella twice before i don’t need to again ok

HANNIBAL AND HIS THERAPIST ARE JUST FUCKING OFF TO SOMEWHERE ELSE?? THAT’S THE WAY THE SEASON ENDS????? MAC WHAT THE HELL MAN

^ME RN. MY GOD. I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY OF THEM SURVIVED THAT BUT HOLY SHIT I DON’T HAVE THE TIME OR ENERGY TO START S3 RIGHT NOW. UHHHH THOUGHTS: IT GOT VERY GAY VERY QUICKLY. GENUINELY THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA KISS AT MULTIPLE POINTS AND THE WRITERS WERE COWARDS FOR NOT LETTING THEM MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE COVERED IN BLOOD. VERY GLAD FREDDIE IS ALIVE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS <3 FIGURED ABIGAIL WASN’T DEAD BUT WAS STILL SURPRISED BY HER SHOWING UP. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. 10/10 I’M GOING TO GO TO BED NOW

AHAHAHHAAAA HOLY SHIT. WELCOME TO MY WORLD. WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND, IM A TWISTED FUCKING CYCLE PATH BECAUSE OF HANNIBAL S2 FINALE

"you were supposed to leave." "we couldnt leave without you". will run away with me. will we can escape but only if we do it together. unfortunately i cannot trust you and you cannot trust me. we work perfectly together and thats exactly why we can never work together. the way he fucking.. caresses wills face before he stabs him and then immediately just.. holds him. girls when they say they want to be held (me im girls). "DO YOU BELIEVE YOU COULD CHANGE ME THE WAY I CHANGED YOU" "I ALREADY DID" WHSIKEY CAN YOU HEAR ME . CAN YOU FUCKING HEAR ME. THEY SHOULD HAE MADE OUT SPLOPPY STYLE. "you would deny me my life?" "no no no" "my freedom, then? confine me to a prison cell?" << this dialogue. ugh. ughghghghghghhghghhghhgh. man what the fucj. im literally always thinking about hannibal season 2 finale. any time i need to do a factory reset on my brain i pull up my favorite youtube video conveniently titled "hannibal stabs will scene". fellas is it gay to gut another man like a fish. (the answer is yes)

#good luck in season 3 <33333 #ironically it is THE most nearly almost explicitly gay season despite being my least favorite #god. the way the series ends is gonna make you so fucking insane i cant wait for that #i literally cnanot say anything else without spoiling things that happen in season3 so instead i will say <3 good luck. smile :)#friends!!!#anachronistic-falsehood #asks

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