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beuatifulbuttercup · 9 months

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og counselors incorrect quotes

Silena: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

Beckandorf: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible? Pollux: I gotta give you credit, Connor. You make it look easy. Connor: Years of practice.

Percy: Stop failing. Travis: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now! Travis: Succeeds Travis: Dang it!

Silena: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Clarisse: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Katie: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Katie is such a nice person, Katie is so happy-go-lucky! Katie can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Katie CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Katie IS be in a bad mood.

Travis: Punch me in the face. Katie: …Punch you? Travis: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? Katie: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

Percy: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

Lee: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!? Annabeth: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Annabeth: Don't go to the kitchen. Silena: Why? Annabeth: I saw a spider. Silena: Well, did you kill it? Annabeth: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair…

Annabeth, ordering Starbucks: Hey, I just got my heart broken, what do you recommend? Castor, who’s running the drive thru: … Castor: Tequila.

The Squad: walking at the mall Castor: Hey, have any of you guys seen Katie? They’ve been gone for a while.. Clarisse: Eh, nope. Lee: No, I haven’t… Annabeth: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something. Katie: Hey. Pollux: Ooh, there you are- Clarisse: What the fu- Annabeth: I- where were you?! Katie: Walking right behind you guys.

Clarisse: So what’s for dinner? Percy: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Clarisse: … Clarisse: Is it soup? Percy: I soup-pose it could be! winks Clarisse: Please, enough with the soup puns! Percy: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Clarisse: STOP! one hour later Clarisse: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

Connor: When you've been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin. Annabeth: Navy blue isn't your color. Connor: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! Chases after Annabeth

Percy: I have a problem. Travis: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.

Katie: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

#pjo #pjo incorrect quotes #percy jackson #annabeth chase #katie gardner #clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #charlie beckendorf #travis stoll #connor stoll #lee fletcher #castor pjo #pollux pjo #don't think about how 4 of them die #just don't okay

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rustygateofme · 2 years

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Here’s some of my favorite callbacks to the show and the little details I noticed after I binged it all again:

- Leo is still speaking Spanish, even though it was one line.

- Leo actually took over a lot more missions in the show than I remember, it was because of him they defeated the shredder the first time around. (my head canon is that after Splinter made Leo leader in the show he just didn’t take the role because he doesn’t want that much responsibility on him)

- Donnie uses that much mystic tech probably because his bigger lab was destroyed and there’s less resources, he didn’t even have his shell equipped with flying gear. The other part of it, it’s faster and can be applied to any situation.

- in Leo’s room there’s a poster for Jupiter Jim sails the seven galaxies which he considered the best Jupiter Jim movie in Snow Day

- in the episode man vs. sewer Leo was the one who led the search for Raph. “You know how Raph gets when he is alone, the clock is ticking”.

- on that note, whenever Leo’s shenanigans directly posed a threat to his family he always took the fall.

- in portal jacked! Leo also was on edge and reckless if that’s what it took to save his brothers. In the movie the stakes were so much higher so his recklessness probably consumed him.

- the turtles defeated their big bads with a Jupiter Jim figure, tickles and then the hamato nimpo. No wonder Leo was so careless in the first act, everything worked out for them in the end before.

- not something new but wow I love disaster twins interactions.

- I might be wrong but I feel like Leo’s voice was deeper in the movie, but maybe it was because he didn’t get to crack a lot of jokes there.

- April’s Crane license.

- still bitter that we didn’t get Draxum but it gives the new people who are watching the show after the movie a chance to experience the whole Draxum/Lou Jitsu storyline without spoilers and I think it’s pretty great. As a new fan I’d definitely be confused if in the movie Draxum was just dad 2 and we get to the first season AND HE IS THE BIG BAD.

- I choose to believe that Vomitello was a callback to Tummytello and you can’t convince me otherwise.

- the line delivery on “Surprise, I’ve come for my brother” is because Leo’s coping mechanism is humor.

- they finally said teenage mutant ninja turtles but I feel sad knowing that nobody referred to them as Mad Dogs(

- Mikey opened a portal to the prison dimension just like Draxum did in season 2. Mikey was the closest to him as well, giving him an apartment and helping with the job search and all.

- Leo in New Jersey.

- Cassandra “Casey” Jones is still working as grandma CJ.

- Donnie’s “what a town” line that was frequently used by him in Late Fee.

In conclusion, I want more rottmnt now. How is the mystic city doing after the invasion? Is Leo still friends with Señor Hueso? Do they still use their old catchphrases and refer to each other with incorrect full names or did they grow out of it? What about Lair Games, do they have them in the new lair? IS SHELLDON OK?!

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idrawprettyboys · 3 months

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Translation:

William: I’m sorry, Yumi. I’m really sorry. Can you ever forgive me?

Yumi: I forgive you. You’ve improved a lot, William. I’m proud of how far you’ve come.

Note: Please let me know if the French is incorrect! I used Google translate.

I’ve been working on the top picture all throughout the day! I started trying to draw it in the morning. I had the pose in mind, but I didn’t know what the mood was going to be. I thought it would be a scenario where they’re a couple holding hands. But that didn’t feel right. I rewatched a scene from episode 39, and I felt so upset with William. It took a while for me to calm down, and by the end of the day, I wanted to draw some pictures of William crying from remorse. So I started just drawing a couple pictures of his crying face, not planning on the rest of it. And then it occurred to me that this face would go perfectly with the pose that I had in mind, with him sitting while holding Yumi’s hands while she stands. He’s supposed to be sitting on the edge of some sort of flower-bed in the school yard. It took me probably around 12 tries to figure out how to draw him holding her hand from this angle. I’m thankful that this paper is really good with erasures.

The second picture was a spur of the moment continuation of the scene. He’s wiping his tears away while she pats him on the back. I hadn’t planned out their poses in advance, and I am super happy with how Yumi’s pose turned out, with her body twisted slightly, her legs crossed, and her arm leaning on her thigh.

I really needed this. I don’t remember whether he ever apologized for his behavior. I’m rewatching the series, but just in case I don’t find a scene like this, I’m glad I drew it. There are lots of things that the show insinuates but never explicitly shows. The episodic formula often doesn’t allow for as many heart-to-hearts as I would like. He’s been redeeming himself through his actions and his treatment of Yumi in Evolution during my rewatch, so I know the writers intended for him to care. I’m just not sure if he actively spoke to Yumi about feeling bad about how he treated her before.

#code lyoko #William dunbar #Yumi ishiyama #French

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pietropudge · 4 months

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Brenton!Dick Grayson is that hot teacher who's gigantic butt is constantly in someone's face whenever he bends over to help students and you look forward to it every day. You find out he's subsidizing his income by doing OnlyPreds in secret.

a/n — something short since I liked the idea (and Brenton is my favorite titan's actor, next to Ryan), may write a part two!

warnings — vore, not done to us. brief in this but lots of talks of preds and prey and a mention of disposal

words — 2.3k

summary — check the ask!

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It was about that time again. Seventh period—your seventh Heaven. The last class of the day and the one that managed to fly by the fastest because you were actually engaged in what the teacher was teaching. Not because the depths of learning criminal justice in high school was anything life-changing, no, it was the teacher himself that held your attention.

His lesson had yet to start, choosing to do the rounds around everyone’s assigned seat to place their latest essay face down on their desk. You were one of the first to arrive because of how close your previous class was to his classroom, so he handed it to you personally, just as you walked through the door.

“Ah, there you are, the very last one I had,” he said in a way you could listen to on a loop. His hands were now empty, stilted as he almost didn’t know what to do with them. "Nice job."

Your paper had an A-plus and a one-hundred written in red pen at the top. Thumbing through the pages, he hadn’t marked a single thing incorrect with the red ink. “Thanks,” you said, taking your seat. It was in about the center of the class, not too far away from the front but also not off-center in a way that would make looking to the side become annoying. You had to think that, on some level, Mr. Grayson had a soft spot for you by doing all of this. Probably somewhere on the cushiness of his padded ass.

That was the real appeal of his class because he literally put the ass in it. Later on, when everyone filed into his classroom and he was deep into his lecture, he decided to break it off for some individual learning. And low and behold, he was helping the person in front of you who posed a question that must have had a really long answer, because Mr. Grayson bent over, his dark dress pants doing anything but slimming down his figure. His ass was looming over your desk, and while you had your head buried in the worksheet he passed out and the textbook needed to find the answers, you looked up to see what had turned had blocked your peripheral vision like it was the bill of a hat.

Lifting your head, it was his ass, shifting back and forth as he lightly shifted his weight between each foot. His ass swayed as a result, so hypnotic and so close to you. It was almost painful to know how unattainable he was. You wanted him but knew it could never happen. The only issue was that he was unlike the gym coaches, who perved on the teenage girls and even had odd relationships with the star athletes at school. Although, you were glad he didn’t run the risk of getting disbarred from every school within fifty miles of here, because you got to see him every day. Mr. Grayson kept a respectable sense to his actions.

Now, there were some things he did that were simply out of his control. You can't do much about being blessed with an ass as fat as his, so it wasn't really his fault. You were the one staring at it, thinking about getting his attention by grabbing it instead of raising your hand.

Before you could do anything, the final bell rang and you heard his voice call out a few names to stay behind—probably to discuss grades. Thankfully, your name was kept separate from that list.

Returning home, you can’t shake the thought from your head. His ass was so close to you it was almost like you could have dove into the navy blue depths of it! He had assigned more homework that was due tomorrow—a few online assignments with multiple-choice responses, nothing crazy. But all you could think about was him while doing the work. You needed to find release, fast.

A big fantasy of yours was the predacious nature of humanity. Some people could eat others whole, enough to define them as an entire subspecies in Mr. Logan’s biology course. School rules prevented predators from teaching at a multi-meal school of both prey and developing predators alike, claiming that it would interfere with the natural order of the next generation. By introducing older predators into the pool of newer ones, it would run the risk of diminishing predators too weak to fight back against their own kind and prey from society—where it was anyone’s game. It’s why disappearances at school were common, the occasional high-school sweethearts that surfaced being forever in love as one of them would eat the other during their first kiss.

Regardless of the rules, you still imagined that Mr. Grayson had gotten such a fat ass from doing the work, the hard work of swallowing prey like you. While your imagination could carry the session, you just needed a little video to kickstart the fantasy. Opening a new tab next to Mr. Grayson’s preferred site to manage online assignments, you started a search for amateur vore videos. Gulper, BestBelches, and even PornHub barely had anything new that you hadn’t seen already. It seemed that everyone was getting greedy with their recently documented meals. You went to the last site you could think of—Twitter, home to original amateur vore videos, if you knew where to look, that is. A new video was making the rounds through a few accounts you followed and the video happened to land on your timeline, and it was damn near perfect to what you were looking for.

The start of the video was nothing special, a man walks into frame, his thick thighs and general figure reminding you of someone that you couldn’t quite think of. It wasn’t until his ass came into the picture, the cheeks thick and coated with a light smattering of hair that acted as the draped curtains to a head sticking up his ass. That’s when it hit you—this guy looked like Mr.Grayson from behind! Down to the tufts of hair peeking out at the top of the video, his head cut off to keep himself anonymous. The narrow torso leading to his wide ass was also of note, a reminder of the way that Mr. Grayson’s dress pants often struggled to contain him in the ways that mattered. He was standing near a balcony, looking out proudly over the city in front of him. The caption read something generic like, “what a great view.” But it clearly wasn’t the original video.

In the bottom-lefthand corner of the video was a watermark, a link to an OnlyPreds account called TeachingLessons. It didn’t align with the username of whoever posted it, so this must be a teaser for something more. You knew how these things worked and you needed to see the whole video and whatever else was posted on his account. There was a small part of you that hoped that the account didn’t belong to a snack like that guy as you searched for it… you had subscribed to a few too many OnlyPreds that were one-off accounts made to look like they’re run by predators but are actually just posted by the consumer to help the prey out. Whether that money goes to a family member or possibly used to pay back debts, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you got to see one really good video for a steep price without even learning who the predator was, so it was some high-level scam. Hopefully, this was an actual, regular poster that you could imagine as Mr. Grayson in so many different positions. You made the account using your real first and last name but fudging some other details like making your username a combination of random numbers and letters that was unlike your gamertag or social media handles and putting the profile as a random picture from your camera roll that had no recognizable information in it. After going through the painful steps of creating an account and paying for his OnlyPreds, you were free to check out all of his posts.

The most recent post was the video you had seen on Twitter, but it was marked at twenty-six minutes instead of just thirty seconds. You decided to save that for last, taking your dick out and stroking to everything else first, making sure that you had invested in something that was worth it. The rest of the account had videos of him belching, playing with his gut, sucking guys up his ass, and shitting them out in various restrooms and unconventional locations. There was no consistency as the houses all seemed to be the prey’s given how the location changed in each video, so there was an air of mystery that heightened your enjoyment. It made it easy to picture him in your bedroom, leaving you as a pile of shit on your own bed or ruining the carpet, morbidly reminding you and your classmates that you wouldn’t be safe forever.

After scrolling for a while, you ended up at the very last post. It was posted only about a year ago from today, yet there were well over a hundred videos filling this guy’s OnlyPreds. He must have been insanely active, and it made you wonder how much he ate that he didn’t record. You refreshed to save time because you were ready to form the final fantasy in your head. The site reloaded and his most recent video was back on your screen, the clip had sound, unlike the thirty seconds that barely fed your desires. This was much longer and drawn out. The men were both standing in frame at the start of the video, sounds of kissing and their hands roaming around each other, but the former was cropped out due to the anonymity provided. In the background, the window and the city it overlooked were still the same as in the clip you saw—the sun still rising in the early morning when this video was filmed. They slowly shuffled out of view of the camera, some noises of skin on skin and kissing continuing. Then, a deep sputter rang out as if the suction of a seal was broken. That’s where the clip of who you imagined as Mr. Grayson returned into frame, carrying the body of the other man behind him. His head was glued to his ass, a majority of it sucked between his cheeks and encompassing his neck. You almost expected the video to end, but it kept going. The man’s neck disappeared with a few heavy grunts from the man you were calling Mr. Grayson.

He was going down on the guy as the sun rose, the time elapsed to make it a more watchable experience. For all twenty-six minutes, you watched him fit an entire make into his ass. Well, not his ass, but it looked as such since his back faced the camera, so his swelling gut was nearly invisible until everything was almost inside. He had the feet of the man remaining, and you were at the twenty-four-minute mark. In just two minutes, the feet were going and he did a slow turnaround. His swelling gut was flashed to the camera, shaking violently and making a cavalcade of noise from its own activity and from the guy inside. He wobbled over to the camera, taking it off of its stand and doing a quick pan around his gut before the video ended.

Even after shooting a load, you couldn’t get it out of your head. There was a bit of hope going into the next day that Mr. Grayson would give your mind more material to work with.

At first, the day seemed to be amiss. Your favorite teacher would usually pass you by on the way from eating his lunch in the faculty room while you were headed to a different class and express some kind of friendliness, but he wasn’t there today. It gave you a bit of worry that there would be a substitute today, or, your worst fear, he was finally snacked on by a predator with an insane appetite. He did share with the class how he was single and still looking for someone, so he could have been eaten in a failed attempt at a date. Thankfully, your worries were put to rest when you walked into class. He was there with some nice khakis that showed off everything in the front and back.

But he never greeted you and never said anything about the online assignments you did last night—which were auto-graded and had a perfect score. In fact, he ignored you for the whole period until the end. He called out one name at the end of class, and you were dreading to hear who it was. Your name and it was only yours. You ceased packing up your things and stayed seated at your desk. A few students leaving let out an “ooh” or “ah” but were nudged out by Mr. Grayson as he moved them towards the door. He shut it and walked over to take a seat on your desk.

“Do you know of the site OnlyPreds?” He asked, looking down at you.

You were quick to spill out an admittance of guilt like he was interrogating you just as he had demonstrated before in mock trials, ”How’d you find out?"

He reached down, patting your shoulder before getting off of your desk. ”Try using a fake name when you subscribe next time."

"Are you going to...?" You could hardly finish the sentence, so he did for you.

"Eat you? Not as long as you keep your mouth shut. Those videos are secret, but they're proof, and if you have been paying attention in class... you'll know what they can do to me if they get out. Do you really want to see that happen to your favorite teacher?” He paced around, and even though he had threatened to silence you with his enormous ass, you couldn’t take your eyes away from it.

“No..." You softly let out.

He smiled at your obedience, "Good boy, you were always my favorite for a reason.”

#male prey #male vore #male pred #v.ore #v0r3 #vore x reader #v0re #same size vore #fatal #titans vore #titans #dc titans #nightwing vore #dick Grayson vore

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drama-glob · 7 months

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Incorrect Helluva Boss Quotes

(Moxxie takes out the latest target with ease before the rest of IMP has to do anything)

Moxxie (Proclaims): I guess you can say I've got it going on. I've been on a role lately.

Loona (Grumbles): You know you don't have to brag. You can just keep quiet.

Moxxie (Looks smug): You're just jealous that I'm the new flavor of the month.

Blitz (Flatly asks): Is "suck" a flavor?

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(Asmodeus standing over the first completed Robo Fizz)

Asmodeus (Posed proudly, admiring his work): This is the greatest accomplishment of my life. (Looks down) Probably should've worn pants.

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blue-thief · 1 month

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kaiser backstory speculation

honestly his backstory could be literally anything but i figured i might as well throw this idea out there

the things we DO know about him:

he's heavily implied/coded to have religious trauma

he's heavily implied/coded to have narcissistic personality disorder (stuff about npd)

disclaimer: i am no expert on psychology, take everything i say here with a grain of salt

there are many possible causes for NPD, but if we consider it in conjunction with his character's motifs of religion, we could narrow down possibilities a bit. kaiser has an intense desire for external validation (or, as isagi words it, "kaiser is obsessed (with) trophies and results"), and it can be assumed this desire stems from how he was raised. the link above states that environmental factors that can cause NPD include:

an abundance of adoration or criticism from a parent

overprotective or neglectful parenting

the most glaring example of religious symbolism concerning kaiser is the etymology of his full name: michael kaiser, "god's chosen emperor". specifically, "michael" can be interpreted as "chosen by god". there is nothing to support the common headcanon that kaiser was the one who chose his name, but this is likely a deliberate choice from the author that may give the reader some insight into kaiser's character.

something kaiser DID choose was his tattoo. everyone is familiar with the symbolism behind the blue rose, but there has not been much discussion around the rest of his tattoo. the thorned vines are attached to the crown on his hand which may be an allusion to jesus' crown of thorns. this, paired with the crucifix-like "execution" pose he used when he first showed of kaiser impact, indicates he positions himself to be like jesus, the "son", with an obsession of being "chosen" by the "father".

here are a few ideas:

he had an absent father

his father was present but neglectful and/or abusive in some other way

the absence of kaiser's father could be the root of his insecurity and his desire for validation. this can be paired with the idea that his father's absence negatively affected kaiser's mother too, making the one parental figure present in kaiser's life an abusive one. it's fair to speculate that the abuse was probably of a physical nature considering the fact he choked himself to find a way to beat isagi. if kaiser's father WAS present, there's a chance he was the one who instilled this practice in kaiser.

again, i don't have an extensive knowledge of psychology, so please correct me if anything here is incorrect! i just wanted to throw this out here in case this is what his backstory actually ends up being so i get bragging rights over guessing correctly lol

#years of religion classes in catholic charter schools just so i could talk about my blorbo's disorders #blue lock #bllk #michael kaiser

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lovelybrooke · 8 months

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Yandere OC Introduction

So, this will be the introduction to my OC and depending on how well it does, I might make some more headcanons about him. I've probably hyperfixated on him more than any of my other characters, it's crazy.

I don't know if I need to say this, but trigger warning for vague talks of Homophobia and struggles with gender identity . Nothing too bad, but still wanted to let you know.

I also don't completely understand how the fashion/modeling industry works nor am I French so sorry if I get something incorrect.

Check out my other work here: Masterlist

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Maeve Leblanc was born in the French countryside. He lived with his mother, father and his two grandparents. He was born pale in complexation with blond hair he never enjoyed cutting. His parents saw him as the most beautiful child, and his beauty only continued to grow as he got older.

Maeve constantly dreamed of being more than what he was. While being drove into town by his father, he'd imagine of escaping, becoming a famous star, and being loved by everyone.

As he got older, he realized his love for fashion. He watched old, black and white movies, and would recreate the clothing they wore with the little material he had. He'd take his parents magazines and copy their poses in the mirror. He wanted to be exactly like the model on the cover. He'd wanted to be the first thing everyone looked at. He wanted to be the most beautiful person in the room.

Maeve's dreams were welcomed with open arms by his mother and father, who were happy to see their son taking an interest in something so creative. However, his grandparents, specifically his grandfather, was not too pleased. Maeve was never hyperaware of his role as a man or his gender before his grandfather. He never understood his male classmate's aversion to painting their nails or wearing makeup. Maeve was always too concerned with obtaining his ideal version of beauty, and it just so happened that things classified as "feminine", was what he viewed as beautiful.

None of that made sense to his grandfather though, and as Maeve got older, he was forced to deal with his torment. He decided he couldn't take it anymore when his grandfather destroyed a dress he was working on for months, a gift he was going to give to his mother. This was the first time Maeves family was exposed to his anger, trying to get him to calm down as he loudly yelled at his grandfather, nearly lashing out on him when he got too close. His parents didn't take his side in the argument, saying he was being unreasonable, so Maeve left. He planned on heading for Paris, hoping to get work for a modeling agency there. His parents tried to stop him, but his mind was set, and he was gone.

In Paris, Maeve realized for the first time how valuable good looks were. Living in a small town, Maeve was never seen as the ideal man for any woman. He was often teased and bullied for his interests in fashion and makeup, but Maeve didn't care, mainly focusing on himself and his goals. In Paris however, Maeve discovered what desire could do to a person. He watched men and woman swoon over him, and it wasn't hard to find a modeling position at all. By the time he turned 20, his face was on magazines all across Paris.

Maeve, however, wasn't satisfied with just Paris, nor was he satisfied with just being a model. Maeve wanted to be a household name, he wanted people to think of him when they thought of beauty, Maeve wanted power.

Maeve knew he was a good designer, and with the money he got modeling, he opened up his first Boutique in Paris. It was an instant success, due to his popularity, and due to the detail and beauty within his designs. As Maeve grew older and became more popular, he became obsessed with anything he viewed as beautiful. Rumors started to spread of him breaking down over a pose not looking right or a piece of clothing not fitting him correctly. As he slowly came into more of a leadership position, his anger became more common.

Maeve's success continued to grow and grow, until he was offered to expand him company outside of Paris. He was ecstatic, happy he was finally getting the recognition he deserved. Soon, him and a significant amount of his crew was moving to New York. Maeve was able to open his own modeling agency, while still being able to create clothing and even model himself if he was offered.

This takes us to the modern day. Maeve has become a household name and incredible businessman. His clothing company is worth billions, and models from all around the world dream of being a part of his agency. Though, it's never been that easy. Each and every one of Maeves models have been personally approved by him, and even getting to the point where Maeve is considering you is nearly impossible. Every few years, Maeve takes in a handful of Models, sending away hundreds that apply.

However, Maeve isn't just known for his good looks and designing skills. Maeve is also notoriously known for his anger. Maeve is obsessed first and foremost with beauty, and he takes every measure possible to assure he and his models can achieve it. Maeve is known for being brutally honest to his employees and models, but people chalk that up to his time as a model in Paris. However, his anger and bluntness are not just subjected to his models, but to paparazzi and interviewers who want to pry too much into his personal life. There are multiple clips of Maeve snapping in interviews because parasocial questions were asked. It's not common for Maeves models to say bad things about him though. Maeve holds his models to a high standard because he knows the can achieve greatness. He believes all his models worked hard for the position they got in his agency, why should they just stop because they finally made it?

One thing Maeve is asked constantly about it his love life. Maeve has talked vaguely muses, people who inspired him so much it sent him on a craze. No one, not even the people who work closest to him, knows how you become a Muse, or how many Muses Maeve has had in the past. Hell, people don't even know if Maeve has had a relationship with each of him Muses, It's truly a big mystery. People constantly make conspiracies about each of his models, and which one could be his Muse at any point in time. He never addresses these rumors though, keeping that aspect of himself a secret.

Well, until he met you.

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A/n: I'm really nervous about posting this, since I don't know if people would want to read about my OC. I hope you enjoyed, and please tell me if you want to see more of him in the future.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere oc #oc x reader

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concert-bflat · 1 year

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I suddenly got hit with Kano Brainworms and now I have this Completely Unorganized post and it's gonna be your guys' problems now !! Just saying there is no flow to this whatsoever I just slapped all my points on and called it a day

Just. god I will Never stop thinking about the Tateyama siblings relationship with their younger selves and changing and growing and learning to accept themselves and Kano's. Not doing that. Remaining stagnant.

Like it's Everywhere . (Unfortunately it's been Sooo long since I've read light novel 5 so I don't have any sources to pull from there but I'm sure there's a ton okay)

Yobanashi Decieve is spent tearing down Kano's layers throughout the entire song and what do you find at the end? When he finally admits that he hates all this? Hates himself? What do you find at the center of the Kano Onion? His crying child self. At his core he still believes he is that crying boy, even says it himself "Ah, you never change", he's sneering at his current and past self, because they're the same, they're all the same. He's never moved on from his past habits and weakness. He looks at him and all he has to say is "Ah, you never change" and "Whoops, I screwed up"

Oh but we're not Quite done peeling the Kano Onion yet !! There's still a liiitle more left...

Close-up shot time !! Now you can see in its fullness his weakest moments, he's mocking his own suffering. He smiles and mocks himself, closes his eyes to his own pain and just bows. Throws my laptop

There's also this official art !! I think about this a lot but have never voiced it out before so here we go~

Just. Everyone showing off the wounds that led to their deaths, either with a smile/some enthusiasm or indifference at worst, with a pretty character-telling pose as well. And then fucking Kano, not even focusing on the photoshoot but staring directly at the evidence of his weakest moment, holding it limply, detachedly. Maybe saying that he's starting at it with scorn is too strong a word, his face looks slightly bitter at best, but I'd bet everything that that's what he's feeling.

I don't know just. Everyone around him, whether it's his siblings or the whole god damn Dan, being shown with some form of acceptance of their pasts and traumas, meanwhile Kano's still staring it in the face. Damn, you really don't lie when you say you haven't changed huh?

God my favorite example though, the one that makes me Scream.

Thank you Sidu for this art! I am now on the ground crying.

I'm too lazy to grab them right now but Kido and Seto also have art of themselves with their past selves. Kido fondly pats the head of her younger, insecure self, having growing confident and comfortable in her own skin. Seto holds his past self's hand in something liks solidarity. He doesn't have to be scared anymore. He's becoming the stronger person that he wanted to be.

And Kano?

Ah. well~. He's clinging to his past self, sobbing into his lap while his past self attempts to comfort him. Hm. With growing up you should become someone that your younger self can be proud of, right? Like Kido and Seto. They overcame their shortcomings so they could become proud of who they are today, right? Kano's collapsed in front of his past self.

Guess he didn't really do that, huh?

If anything, he's putting himself even lower than his past self. Maybe he hasn't grown, maybe not even stagnated but rather became worse, just with the same flaws that he had in the past. He didn't change at all, he just sank lower.

Your younger self can attempt to comfort you but didn't you hate yourself back then, too? So what does that make you now? Your younger self looks hunched over and dejected. He's probably just as disappointed as you are.

Ah, and there's text too, right? What does that say?

Mm. (I might have written an incorrect character but this sounds about right I think?) I feel like this was said somewhere else in kagepro, also in regards to Kano, but to be completely honest I totally forgot where. Still though. Uh.. fun! Kano says to himself not words of comfort but assurance that the future will only be more miserable, that he will only hate himself more as time goes on. As if you couldn't already tell with the art itself.

In Yobanashi Decieve, present Kano sees his other self suffering and jeers scornfully. They never changed. Here, past Kano and present Kano suffer together, with present Kano openly suffering if only to himself, clinging to his past hurt for comfort. Together they think, they never will change, they'll only get worse. It'll only get more painful.

Ahem. Just. Ugh! This one piece says so god damn much, and even more when you put it next to Kido's and Seto's. It killed me when I first saw it and still kills me to this day !!! God !

Also I don't have any funny images for this one but. Thinks about. (And I might have some details wrong because again, it's been a while since I've read light novel 5) How he thought he was useless as a child, wondered why he wasn't discarded like a functionally useless object (pretty sure he thought this while his mom threw away a broken tv remote or something?). And then in manga route 2 how he gives his life away as a tool to preserve the others' lives. He has a "use" and he's expending his whole life on it. Like I mean they're gonna die anyway but do you Really have to be like that I Hate you I hate you I h

Like once he has an objective purpose like that he faces it with an easy smile on his face. Bittersweet, yeah. But he does it so god damn willingly. Maybe he's just pretending to take on the role so easily, but still, I can't help but think that he found some comfort in having a direct "use" like this. Even if it just meant his death, for a hopeless cause. If he could just fulfill this purpose, then....

Just the way he smiles at his own demise during that Whole Sequence, even when the remainder of the Dan is Right There.

Just man. Collapses.

Kagepro is all about change and growth and growing up and realizing change and the future really isn't too scary. Meanwhile Kano's stagnant, still sees him as unchanged from his younger self, is too scared to change his manners even if it may help him. No wonder he hates himself. I'm just. Guh, shoves the themes of the narrative in his face Kano Please I'm begging

Like mf he looks content like everyone else in Summertime Record but Are You Really. Are you Really happy yet. Have you really found it within yourself to accept change. Accept yourself. Accept Everything. Do you really think that you'll be able to finally make your younger self smile?

Buries my face in my hands God this man will never Not haunt me for the rest of my days. Get him therapy. I'm normal about him.

I was supposed to be working on assignments but here I am, with my stupid little Kano essay at 1 in the morning. I doubt anyone's gonna read this but if you did I hope you enjoy? This man is very silly in all the worst ways. I love him, I hate him, I want to shove him into a microwave. I want to put him under a microscope. I have multiple times. This man is like a fundamental character that will never Not be a part of my life even when I thought the kagepro hellhole was somewhat behind me for the meantime. He just. Man! He's a lot. And I hope you're in pain with me now too over it ! Okay that's all bye byee~

#kagepro #kagerou project #mekakucity actors #kagerou daze #shuuya kano #kano shuuya #txt #character analysis #i am in so much pain over this mf #this man is so much and everything more #just. ough. he hates himself So Much #and while it would be hypocritical of me to tell him Not to just.#shakes him around . you really are something aren't you #shuuya kano truly is a character of all time #to me at least

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mushroom-for-art · 10 months

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Sixfanarts challenge! They were originally sketches into the template but I left the file without saving lost everything had a wobbly decided to just pencil sketch them individually and redraw them digitally instead and not even try to fight them into the template since my art methods are odd lmao, enjoy!

Ace belongs to @martysgachaworld, I won't lie I was confused for Ace in every drawing the scars on his other eye I'm pretty sure but on his ref it's on the eye I did it on and I used ref so sorry if incorrect and I know his eyes usually closed but he gets to have it open as treat I'm pretty sure he can still open it?? Idk, also made him cheeky cause he had like character development a lad cheeky and fun cause I read up on him on ur blog lmao

Riven belongs to @oogaboogaspookyman, I'm sure he's fine

Jota belongs to @the-arcade-doctor, I was also confused here on how to draw Jota seeing as ref he's all well shapes but while trying to find reference I saw human art so like?? Uhh lineart silhouette art upon yee ? Hope he looks okay! Also bestows upon Jota highest honor I can give, Maka Albarn Soul Eater inspired pose the original scythe girl I ever knew

Meau and Missingno belong to @phlurrii!! They encuddle!!! I couldn't only draw one I'm afraid gotta do them both together

Peach belongs to @pokemon-ash-aus, ngl I drew this after the Prof Peach questions which is probably why she came out annoyed, done with all us fuckers. Sorry I didn't also do King, Noe and Meau are just a package deal can't separate

And finally the baby boy Chrysanthemum!! Who belongs to @blues-sues, with Rigger kinda snuck in I just really didn't feel like drawing my own oc I'm sorry

#my art #Not my ocs #Lots of people's oc #@martysgachaworld ace #@oogaboogaspookyman riven #@the-arcade-doctor Jota #@phlurrii meau #@phlurrii missingno #@pokemon-ash-aus Peach #@blues-sues Chrysanthemum #Im aware jota and chrys don't have like their names written I forgor and my methods of sending images about isn't working #I'll update their images later to include names

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i talk about this all the time but whatever, I'm talking about it again, and I'll probably keep talking about it until i stop seeing people saying these things. while i don't think sheldon big bang theory is Good representation, I don't think he's "incorrect" representation either. i so wish people would stop posing it as if no autistic people ever act like that, because like, some of us totally do?? personally, I'm self-centered, overcompetitive, extremely demand avoidant, and often pedantic, rude, and petty. i try to be nice enough to avoid conflict, but sometimes i slip up, or I'm in a bad mood, or I don't feel like the person I'm talking to is deserving of that courtesy, or i just feel like making a quip. these behaviors don't make me a bad person, much less a "bad" autistic. please don't try and fit all autistic people into your box of moral purity, "mean" autistics exist and we deserve to be seen too.

#post #autism #actually autistic #asd #autism spectrum disorder

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feather314 · 8 months

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How did Markus get the suit?

Ok so I was trying really hard to fall asleep last night so that maybe just maybe I could get more than 5 hours of sleep and so I was thinking, naturally, as one does, about Markus, specifically the Stratford Tower heist thing. He looked really good in that suit. But how did he get it?? Suits are expensive and I know he didn't sit on a street corner asking for spare change until he could afford it.

Maybe he stole it? Very plausible, but to me that seems like a lot of effort and risk just for the costume that he'll ditch above a ceiling tile after like 10 minutes anyway.

Found it lying around or 'borrowed' it from someone's locker/closet? Same thing with the stealing, breaking in somewhere to steal a suit just doesn't seem like a smart risk to take. And where would you find a fancy shmancy suit (that is also, might I add, his perfect exact size) just lying around?

Surely he didn't have it already. He might have needed to dress fancy for some event with Carl or something, but we saw him come home from one of those and he was not in a suit. So it wouldn't make sense to me that he would have one just in case.

So that brings me to the conclusion that I came to in my brain-dead midnight daze last night. He purchased it. But not with money he scrounged from the sidewalk. He used Carl's money.

We know he's connected to Carl's bank account and can make transactions without his "owner's" (ew) authorization because of the Bellini paints scene. He just kinda did it. And this was before he made his message to the world (duh, it's in preparation for Stratford Tower), so the general public probably wouldn't recognize him like they might do for, say, Kara, since she was wanted for committing a crime. I don't think that was the case with Markus at this point. (Although I fully accept that I may be incorrect on that particular factoid, or any aspect of this 'theory.')

All this to say, I think the most plausible explanation for how he came to acquire a suit is that he put on a normal android uniform (which I'm sure would be in abundant supply in Jericho), moseyed on into a Men's Wearhouse (he didn't hide his lack of an LED in Stratford Tower whilst posing as an android employee, so we can assume he also wouldn't need to here), operated under the guise that the suit was for his "owner" (again, ew), and got the suit the correct size for himself. He would then complete the transaction with the (assumedly) android cashier (and if this was the case, he could always deviate the cashier if anything went wrong) using money, and probably a lot of it, from Carl's bank account. So he stole it from Carl.

And depending on the timeline, Carl would be either very ill or dead. Both are awful to steal from. But I guess the revolution is more important. Carl has plenty of money anyway.

My apologies if they actually did explain it or hint at it in the game. It was late when I thought of this and I probably forgot some crucial details. But it was fun to think of Markus strolling into a men's store to buy a suit.

#dbh #detroit become human #markus rk200 #dbh markus #rk200 #detroit: bh #fan theory #i guess this counts as a fan theory #this is my first post so forgive my inability to use tags correctly

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harrowharks-iliac-crest · 7 months

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As Yet Unsent

I’ve recovered from my initial relapse after gut alteration. My weight has levelled out. My captors’ procedures were conceptually primitive but sophisticated in execution. They have still failed to regrow my stomach or bowel, as they lack the basic techniques required to do so, but have outsourced their functions to apparatus outside my body for the interim.

As always, we start off the read with a healthy dose of Hey what the fuck????

The operation went ahead. Severe reflux required another landing in order to fix it. I was sedated for the majority of the time. Hect provided competent guidance. The ambient thanergy was thin. The corpse has still failed to rot. The princess says they are leaving it outside in significantly fluctuating temperatures, under observation, and it still fails to rot.

I have so many questions.

Why are they doing this to Judith??

And what corpse?

It's been a little while now since I finished Gideon the Ninth, so let me refer back to what the Emperor told Harrow in the epilogue -

“Who else beside me is alive, Lord?” “Ianthe Tridentarius,” said the Emperor, “minus one arm.” “The Sixth House cavalier was only injured when I left her,” said Harrowhark. “Where is she?” “We haven’t recovered any trace of her, or her body,” said the Emperor. “Nor that of Captain Deuteros of Trentham, nor of the Crown Princess of Ida.” “What?” “All the Houses will have questions tonight,” he said. “I can hardly blame them. I’m sorry, Harrow, we couldn’t recover your cavalier either.” Her brain listed sharply. “Gideon’s gone?” “Everyone else is accounted for,” he said.

Camilla, Judith and Coronabeth are alive, so if this is referring to any corpse taken from Canaan House, it's actually most likely to be Gideon Nav. What are they doing to my girl??? Studying how fast her body decays on an unfamiliar planet with "thin" thanergy??

Security anklet only, wired to a severe but not fatal electrical shock. Since my previous report they used it on her once, which hospitalised her for a week. Camilla Hect is in the process of being converted to their cause.

Oh yikes once more. Blood of Eden sure has some colourful torture/persuasion tactics. Camilla seemed pretty sold when they met Harrow, so this is presumably before then.

There is no way of softening this. Coronabeth Tridentarius has already been radicalised.

As I expected.

Are we going to get more info on what went down at Canaan House after Gideon died, but before Harrow and Ianthe were recovered by the Emperor?

To have Coronabeth Tridentarius near me in my suffering only hardened my heart. All the while she would tell me the things they had told her, as though she wanted me to argue her down. At first I tried. Then I realised she was just using me to sharpen her own reasoning.

Coronabeth, while being called stupid by Ianthe, is actually anything but. I mean, they're twins, so how could she be? Ianthe might be ahead of her, but that only means that comparing her to Corona is unfair. This girl is still cunning.

Hect maintains I am incorrect. Hect maintains that Coronabeth’s intervention kept us all alive, and that the princess deliberately put herself in harm’s way. What am I to believe? That the princess was and remains an innocent victim, or that the princess maintained the pose of innocence and has become a victim anyway? She sincerely believes that the Houses have done wrong, and worse, that they are being led incorrectly. The tips of her ears go pink when she is genuinely impassioned.

I mean, I feel like the Blood of Eden do have a point here, and it's not particularly hard to convince someone like Coronabeth of that. Judith is much more indoctrinated from the Houses' side, and Coronabeth is probably capable of holding the duality - sympathetic to the rebels' cause, and also trying her hardest to keep Judith and Camilla alive - the closest thing she has to friends in this situation.

The corpse is still as it ever was. I asked Hect if the scavengers had got at it. She said that animals refused to touch it even when encouraged.

Curious. Curious indeed. If this is really Gideon, then this is more points for her being, technically and biologically speaking, a fucking weirdo.

Could it be that Eden are using her body to keep tabs on Harrow?

I never experienced the physical vitiation that some necromancers suffer. The Second House’s signature thalergy transferral does not burn the necromancer’s tissue so viciously, especially in necromancers who enjoy more competency than genius. I could run a kilometre in ten minutes, which was among the fastest for my adept group in the junior reserves. Marta could run it in five.

A kilometre in ten minutes is still not particularly good. I can walk a kilometre in ten minutes. Judith isn't as frail as some necromancers, but still isn't particularly fit either.

Well, she was not that frail for a necromancer, before Eden decided, for some reason, to tear out and replace a large chunk of her digestive system. Which still begs the question of Hey what the fuck??

The princess sourced me paper, [...] The princess and Hect and I all agree we hate the texture.

An autistic mood. What's flimsy made out of, exactly? Non-organic materials of some sort?

She said, Do you have designs on Camilla? I said that romance was the furthest thing from my mind and should be the furthest thing from hers. I said that in such a febrile atmosphere it was for the best if we did not make any connections that Blood of Eden could exploit. The princess asked me if at any point blood had ever flowed in my veins or if it had always been graphite shavings. We had an argument.

A lot of arguments happening here between Coronabeth and Judith. Kinda yuri tbh. (Judith would hate me for saying so...)

I said it needed to be bathed in thanergy-enriched blood by at least three adepts and that the carvings needed to be kept clear of crusts or clots. I said one necromancer alone would not be able to use it as an anchor and that it needed to be energised on a thanergenic planet, so it would never be of any use to them. [...] Blood of Eden have a stele-capable ship. My only hope is that I am the only necromancer they have in their possession. I keep telling myself this has to be the case.

So a stele is a necromancy-powered engine of sorts, but it needs several necromancers to work (at least this one does). Interesting.

I think Judith is probably right that she's the only necromancer they have. If they were successful in keeping necromancer prisoners, if they'd managed to convert any or torture them into being useful, they would know more about necromantic ability and aptitude.

I said to Hect, I hadn’t actually read them as closely as I’d made out to the lieutenant, in that initial conversation. I had to go back and reread all of them in a hurry. Hect said, That’s the first human thing you’ve ever told me about yourself.

Cute.

I told her that when I was seventeen I was overwhelmed by the cavalier relationship. I told her that I hadn’t expected it to feel that way. I told her, using efficient and unsentimental language, that the love Lieutenant Dyas showed me as my cavalier—in all the ways she had made us one flesh—turned my head completely. I told her how deeply I had fallen for Marta Dyas as a woman, to the point where one evening I tried to make things different between us. At this point I tried to find the words with Camilla, honourable words, and Camilla Hect said: You propositioned her? I said, Yes. She was the age I am now; I was seventeen. I’d been secretly reading material . . . I was convinced . . . I thought it was a natural development, or at least, one nobody had to know about.

Oh Judith, I know the feeling. Who doesn't love a capable strong woman?

I said I, who had had a healthy relationship with my cavalier, was obliged to help others who hadn’t had my privileges. She said if that was the way I had put it to Camilla then I was lucky to be alive.

Corona is probably right there, Judith.

I have an internal infection. My gut fused correctly to whatever grisly artificial thing they put inside me, but I’m dying. [...] They won’t let Camilla Hect in to see me, whether or not she would want to, on the belief that she might try to give me antibiotics. They are letting the princess in reluctantly. She says the Edenite commander We Suffer is of the opinion that I should live no matter what, but she is faced with the opposite opinion from literally every other Blood of Eden soldier.

Interesting. Eden aren't a cohesive unit as much as a bunch of squabbling soldiers, bickering over whether they should let their captive necromancer die.

I hope she doesn't.

She said, Did you know? Every birthday we got to have one person we’d invite and our mother and father would get to invite the rest, and Ianthe always invited whoever Babs didn’t want to see at the time, and I always invited you.

How perfectly Ianthe. Though Corona's reasoning are not far off, honestly:

She said, It was always me. I had so much fun seeing you. You were the only person who acted like they had to get through the party for duty’s sake, and everyone else was there acting like they’d rather die than be anywhere else. Even your cav pretended she was having fun . . . But there you were, wearing your uniform, freezing me out. Perfect Captain Deuteros. Perfectly boring Judith Deuteros.

This is so funny. "Everyone else was having a great time but you never even had a facial expression. I wanted to study you under the microscope like a weird bug. I loved that."

Jody, you can’t die on me. I’m so alone now. I said, It’s been a long time since you called me that. She said, You won’t die on me, Jody. I won’t allow it.

Oh, the loneliness and grief of Coronabeth Tridentarius are so palpable here. I ache for her. I really hope her and Ianthe can meet again someday.

Someone said, You absolute idiots, she’s very nearly dead. It was not one of the voices of the other Blood of Edenites. It was new, and spoke perfectly accented House, pitched high. It was this voice that said, Who gets a toy they have been desperate for, then breaks it immediately? [...] Why are you people always such a curious mix of the competent and the completely deranged?! It never changes, and it never has changed!! I think they just clone you all out of the same vat!! Out of my way, you wretched, cack-handed children, and let me fix it.

No clues yet to who this is, except it kinda sounds like Mercymorn. Am I just hoping beyond hope?

I have been under the knife and lived through multiple necromantic processes, some of them internal. Nothing had ever been like what was done to me. My body was convulsed with paraesthesia. The voice said, Much nicer, much neater. This is how to do it.

No, that still sounds like Mercymorn.

Then the voice said, Now show me this wretched body. I don’t believe this story for a second. What you’ve done is accidentally kept it airtight . . .

PLEASE tell me more about the body.

And yeah, I'm positive now that this was Mercymorn, on a secret undercover colluding with the Blood of Eden mission, probably before picking up Harrowhark and the Emperor.

I wonder if they will stop the experiments now. The corpse of the Ninth House cavalier is as pristine as when Camilla Hect convinced them to take it on board. She never explained herself fully to me. Some business about a note.

It IS Gideon!! And there IS something fucky going on with her body. PLEASE keep telling me more, this is fascinating.

A note -?

Camilla convinced them to take her???

So she's presumably not being used to track Harrow somehow. Why would Camilla want to -

And why isn't she decomposing? I would LOVE to hear what Mercymorn had to say about that.

It is not a confession of temptation. I wasn’t tempted by Coronabeth’s offer. There was never any possibility of it. I committed the understandable crime of desire for Lieutenant Marta Dyas, having joined my hand to hers with the best and most pure of intentions. Why would I ever knowingly take Coronabeth Tridentarius’s, having desired her already for twelve long, stupid, fruitless years? And I said, Thank you for the offer, Your Highness, but not in this life or in any other.

Whoa, dropping that gay in there almost unexpectedly, right at the end.

Wow this was one hell of a ride!!! We learned a lot, and yet still sooooo many questions remain.

I think at some point between now and re-starting Gideon the Ninth, I will have to compile a little post on all the thoughts and updated theories I've had in my absence. I've been very distracted with other things, but still this story has been bouncing around in my brain and generating more interesting thoughts that I wanna share.

I guess I only have to decide whether to do that before, or after reading Doctor Sex!

#tlt liveblog #the locked tomb liveblog #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #as yet unsent #harrow the ninth spoilers

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ghor-dranas · 2 years

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The Betrayer God's True Nature

I can understand people questioning the history books and the source books we’ve been given. History is, of course, written by the victors, and the source books are demonstrably filled with incorrect or biased information [intentionally so, I might add, as they are posing as at least partially in-universe texts, relaying in-universe opinions.] We’ve just seen in ExU: Calamity that Orcs, which we were previously lead to believe were created in a fight between Gruumsh and Corellon during the Calamity, predate the war by enough time that half-orcs are common members of society. So it is natural to call everything into question, after all the betrayer gods have a much harder time defending themselves from behind the divine gate.

However, we have seen some of their actions in the present day in canon, not stories told second hand! Namely those of Lolth and Tharizdun, so let’s compare and contrast their actions with those of the Prime Deities.

During Exandria Unlimited’s first run, the party to be known as The Crown Keepers found The Circlet of Barbed Vision, a Vestige of Divergence created by Lolth. It made everyone who touched it that didn’t have a chaotic or evil alignment throw up, or at least extremely nauseous. From the moment they found it, Lolth began giving the party dreams and visions. They started fairly innocuous, simply seeing spiders everywhere, with webs appearing along their skin and their eyes turning black. Scary, but not in anyway harmful. Then, when no one put on the circlet, she escalated. In E1x05: A Test of Worth, Lolth sent Dariax a dream where he was alone and frightened in a barren wasteland. She asked him why he was scared and why he was running from the circlet. He said it seemed bad, and her response was:

AABRIA: "Why do you care that it's bad? What is 'bad'? It's interesting. It's powerful."MATT: Yeah, but, I don't know, I'm traveling with some better people now and I don't want to disappoint them.AABRIA: "Really?"MATT: I guess so.AABRIA: "But you took it. You kept it. I'm so close and you're just going to what, hold me in a bag?"MATT: For now.AABRIA: "Boring. You are boring." [E1x05: A Test of Worth, 0:37:21]

She also directly stated that she knew he was no good on his own, that’s why she picked him. To be clear, he started speaking disparagingly of himself, and she agreed with him. Then, she spoke to Dorian in his dreams and had this conversation:

ROBBIE: What do you want from us? Please!AABRIA: And a voice, low, feminine, just, "(chuckles) What do you mean, what do I want?"ROBBIE: Why are you doing this?AABRIA: "Because I'm bored."ROBBIE: You're tormenting my companions and I because you're bored?AABRIA: "Yeah, duh." [E1x05: A Test of Worth, 1:21:05]

Lolth was tormenting the Crown Keepers, enduing hallucinations and nightmares, because she was bored. That’s the canonical, stated reason from her own mouth. And she didn’t stop there! When still no one put on the crown, she began appealing to each and every single one of the party across the last two episodes. Here are some choice quotes from her:

"Everything you walked away from. And now you're here at the ass end of the world. Doing what? For what? They don't need you. Doing fine without you. They'd probably be better without you. You could be more valuable if you weren't such a coward." to Dorian [disclaimer: Dorian perceives this as just negative self-talk but he also only rolled a 10, this is almost certainly Lolth given he had the thought while wiping spider silk from his eyes] [E1x07: Beyond the Heart City, 0:41:40]

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You feel your skin going cold and you hear that voice in your ear again that says, "(cold laugh) You know it's not going to work."ROBBIE: I'm going to try to cast it anyway.AABRIA: "Okay. I'll wait for you to fail. And then tell you how you don't have to be so ineffectual once again." [E1x07: Beyond the Heart City, 2:40:10 ]

-and-

"It's not looking very good, is it? You're going to die here. You're all going to die here."ROBBIE: I think you underestimate my friends.AABRIA: "I think you overestimate them."ROBBIE: I guess we'll see.AABRIA: "A real leader would do what was required of him to ensure success. And I'm so very close. You could just reach out and grab me." [E1x08: What Comes Next, 1:16:42]

She turned her attention to Opal, offering her health and magical energy so she could get her sister back, praying on her vulnerability, and notably insulting her at the time:

AIMEE: Okay. What do I get for wearing it, what do I get? AABRIA: "Maybe the ability to be less fucking useless right now." [E1x08: What Comes Next, 0:54:25] Opal then put on the circlet, and it instantly transformed her. Those who have watched ExU: Kymal will be aware of the extent of her change in appearance, but I shall provide an image for those who haven’t.

The above transformation wasn't instant, her eye changed colour over time. The most important thing to note, however, is that she found herself unable to remove the Circlet. When she tried, this happened:

AABRIA: Give me-- Give me a charisma saving throw.AIMEE: Okay [...] 13!AABRIA: A number too auspicious. I can't, I can't not play with it. You wrap your hands around and you feel the actual pricks of it in your skin and you feel that it immediately draws blood from your fingertips. [...]AABRIA: And then you hear, "(tutting) Why don't you keep it on for a while, then decide?" And you try to pull it free, and you feel it shifting something below your skin. It seems a little bit ill-advised to try to pull free right now. You can certainly keep going, but you will take damage. [E1x08: What Comes Next, 3:21:12]

Over time, Opal grew accustomed to hearing the voice of The Spider Queen in her head at all times, and came to view her as a friend of sorts, even offering to rework her image. Lolth decided to give Opal a challenge, that if she succeeded would make her her champion. This on the surface isn’t too different from the Prime Deities, who have also been known to challenge mortals aspiring for that title. But let’s compare the challenges themselves.

Vex’ahlia and Pelor: Vex’s challenge was to climb to the top of a tower before the time ran out, and then jump into fire at the end. During her ascent she was attacked by planetars trying to detain her, not to hurt her. [1x104: Elysium]

Scanlan and Ioun: Scanlan’s challenge was to find a specific book in an endless library within an hour. He was not attacked or hindered in anyway. [1x106: The Endless Atheneum]

Yasha and Kord: Yasha was continually challenged by Kord, as he is the god of, well, battle and competitions. Each challenge was a physical fight, her first against a lightning elemental [2x46: A Storm of Memories], the second against 6 elementals [2x130: The Calm Before the Storm + 2x131: Into the Eye].

Now, let’s look at Opal and Lolth. In ExU: Kymal, Part 2 Lolth “tests” Opal.

AABRIA: […] "Okay. Well then, will you be my champion?"AIMEE: Yes! Oh my god, I've been dying for you to ask. Yes.AABRIA: "Every champion requires a test. But I know how strong you are."AIMEE: Okay. Is that a written test? I'm bad at those.AABRIA: "No."AIMEE: Okay.AABRIA: "I apologize, because this is going to hurt." Make a constitution saving throw.AIMEE: Oh no. What did I just agree to? […] 19. […]AABRIA: Opal, you feel your conception of yourself double over in pain. Your veins and arteries feel like they are filled with fire Your veins and arteries feel like they are filled with fire as poison rushes through your body. You see in your mind's eye, you're looking down at yourself, and you see shuttering flashes of what could be, of people that have failed the Spider Queen's test and been warped and twisted and turned into horrible monsters who have no will of their own. They're simply bent into her service. But you know who you are. That presence of mind that lets you stand and speak to a god as an equal, as a partner, courses back through you, strengthens your resolve, hardens your veins to iron and you feel that pain lessen and lessen until it's a warm comfort that runs through your veins. Something else close to you inside of you and a part of you as your circlet awakens. [E2x02, 1:17:42]

Loth’s “test” is literally just straight up poisoning Opal. That is the test. Either she passes or she is turned into a monster.

And very quickly, while we’re on the subject of divine champions, let’s look at our good friend The Laughing Hand, Champion of Torog! While researching in 2x78 Between the Lines, the Mighty Nein came across these notes:

"The Laughing Hand was once a warrior named Ganix who sought to strike down Torog with his army. His soldiers were slaughtered and himself captured and tortured. Torog twisted and cursed his body to an endless cycle of servitude, his ever-living heart locked beyond the veil to ensure an eternal pact. [...] rumor has it that his heart was set adrift in extra-planar space to ensure it was never found. Though numerous arcanists were said to have sought it for their own research.” [2x78: Between the Lines, 3:21:20]

Now, I know we shouldn’t take books as gospel, but the Nein did find his heart in a pocket dimension, so I think in this instance there’s a high degree of veracity to the claim.

The Laughing Hand was a servant of Torog brainwashed into working for Obann, who was in turn an unknowing servant of Tharizdun. He believed himself to be working for The Angel of Irons, as no sane person works for Tharizdun knowingly and willingly. It has been confirmed out of game by Matt that Obann not only didn’t know the true nature of who he’d been serving but if the party had informed him, he could have been persuaded to stop. (“He was unaware. Right up until the very end. His moment of realization was right before he was going to die.” Talks Machina: Discussing C2E86 - The Cathedral. 52:13)

Tharizdun gave Obann a suggestion, let him create a cult of worship around this false idol, all while working to free it. Tharizdun was also interested in Cognouza, in its horribly corrupted state. This entire quote from the Campaign 2 Wrap Up is pertinent:

[The] Chained Oblivion, when it begins to corrupt somebody, this corruption, [...] that is the Chained Oblivion's influence, takes the form of whatever the creature thinks it might be looking for. And that's how it ends up masquerading [...] as different cults, as different figures, as different ways that it just undermines society. And so the Angel of Irons was a creation of Obann looking for something to follow and it allowed him to create this entity that he was looking to, without knowing really what it was. And to the same point, Cognouza became something that he just subtly wanted to happen because they had a similar-- He knew would've come to a goal of his, which is the annihilation of everything, and darkness forever. And so that was actually why [...] Kingsley's, towards the end of the campaign, that one little memory I threw in there of weird, lingering memory of the birth of the city. You see these black chains shattering in this ancient will. That was the Chained Oblivion losing its subtle investment in Cognouza.

Tharizdun’s stated goal is “the annihilation of everything and darkness forever.”

Now finally I’d like to bring up the Tales of Exandria: The Bright Queen comic. For those of you who haven’t read it [spoilers] the summary is as follows:

"Leylas Kryn has spent multiple lives in her pursuit to assemble the Luxon. With her eternal lover Quana at her side, she will stop at nothing to use its power to bring a Golden Age to the people under her rule. When what seems to be the final piece of the Luxon appears nearby, Leylas sends Quana to collect it." [Part One]

Quana is unfortunately captured on this quest by servants of Lolth who drag her back to her domain. Leylas goes and rescues her, successfully recovering the beacon in the process. However, since their return, Leylas is plagued by continual nightmares and hallucinations from Lolth [I’m sensing a pattern here from the Spider Queen].

[Both from Part Three]

The happy couple have a child, a young girl named Caelestis. Leylas allows Quana to raise her while she herself campaigns across the country, still suffering from visions. At one point, the hallucinations are so vivid that she lashes out, beheading a politicial leader in his own court.

The final insult to injury is poor Caelestis herself. You see, she isn’t a normal drow. She’s a monster either created or corrupted by Lolth.

We’ve reached the end of the post, so I’ll stop being coy. The Betrayer Gods are not your friends. They are not maligned, misunderstood losers in history. They are lying emotionally manipulative abusers who will say and do whatever they need to in order to get what they want. And what they want is the ultimate destruction of Exandria itself and all people on it. They are happy to manipulate and subjugate everyone in the meantime because they are cruel, petty and malicious.

Asmodeus sent Zerxus a sad dream painting himself as the victim, and I am asking you not to fall for it.

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