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ireonic · 1 year

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Obey me nightbringer/the fall theory sorta?

obey me main story slight spoilers (chapter 16, ect)

okay so in nightbringer we live with the brothers in the house of lamenation directly after the fall? The house is described to be of gothic revival architecture which means it's a house from around the 1840s which means the brothers fell after 1840 but long before the fall, humans already were saying that Lucifer is a fallen angel so imagine being Lucifer, STILL AN ANGEL and having humans say that you FELL so either humans predicted that shit or Lucifer falling wasn't canon in the bible lore until about 1840 which is UNLIKELY

I mean that would explain the timeline with them going back in time to find MCs ancestors being easier than going back to BCE times (on the main game, circa chapter 16;??) But that would make a huge plothole with basic bible knowledge and how long theyve BEEN demons (-will edit examples in when reread through main story-)

BUT if it is about 1840 then we could narrow the fall's date being around October 20th, 1840-something (going with headcannon that he was born on the fall and not when Lucifer starting hating god, like that was his conception but the birth was the fall imo)

AND TO ADD TO THAT, who or what represented the sins before the brothers arrived?

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vinillain · 2 years

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Shinichi analysis.

I know it’s not really expressed a lot so not many people think about it. But Shinichi’s character is actually kind of sad. Notice how fast he recovers after becoming Conan. He just had his entire world view literally shrunk. And instead of dying, went through what looked like the most horrible agonizing pain of his body being forcibly shrunkin down with the thought that it would kill him. And you can see it in his eyes after he wakes up to the park police officer that he’s in shock.

And while it was probably maybe a 30 minute time skip from when he was found half dëad outside to inside the med area where he is somewhat recovered and then realizes the reality of his situation. But after that he’s not given any more time to properly process or recover because now he’s on the run so he isn’t held up in some police station where he will probably be stuck for awhile since this child he has turned into doesn’t even exist.

(ALSO WTF WHY WOULD YOU SEND FULL ASS BIG SCARY DOGS AFTER A CLEARLY TRAUMATIZED CHILD)

Realizing he has nobody he can call or turn to in this situation, to having to walk all the way home in pouring rain (WHILE ALMOST BEING RAN OVER MIGHT I ADD) I imagine he would be a little more shaken up, he seems to play off the situation after that. Making fun of himself “how pathetic.” Over something he didn’t have control over.

Everything seems so much bigger, and obviously he would never admit it, scarier. And before Agasa finds him on a whim you hear how hopeless he’s becoming because he has absolutely no idea what he should do.

And it makes me sad, because you see how happy he was before it all happened. Was his life perfect? No but you see how much he cares for Ran even if he doesn’t show it that much.

Pre Conan he treats murders like a puzzle. Like something of a game he has to solve. Because that was the way he was raised. When it comes to murder he’s become desensitized like many police officers but it seems that he was forced to do that from a young age (because let’s be real my dudes cursed) and his dad would let him around crime scenes. After the roller case murder when Ran is upset and crying Shinichi doesn’t really apologize or comfort her, rather he acts to say it’s normal or excusing it. Likely because his father did a similar things when he was (the first time around) young.

Like his father before becoming Conan he treats it like a puzzle more than a tragedy (not that it’s not and I’m sure he does care) but after being Conan he was forced to see it from below, from other peoples perspectives and this especially becomes clear in the moonlight sona case. He’s become more aware now that he’s a child again, and he starts seeing what Ran has to go through and learns to emphasize more.

He was only 14 when his parents left the country leaving him all alone. And of course he would agree, he has the mindset to act mature and solve puzzles (which becomes crime) in order for approval. And not saying his parents don’t love them, because it’s obvious they do. But his dad sort of seems to play mind games with Shinichi.

If I had a child across the world in another country who I haven’t seen in 3 years and I heard something terrible happened to them and now their forced into hiding my reaction would be to comfort them or reassure them since they would clearly be traumatized even if they woudlen’t admit it because they want to be independent, I would not dress up and pretend to be the people who did that to him and make him think he and the people around him are in serious danger,p to the last minute where you pretend to kïll him, literally making him think he was going to die in order to “test his detective skills.” Like bro maybe not traumatize your 17 year old son?? Like he’s still young no matter how smart he is. I bet Yusaku went through something similar though and that’s why he acts that way.

He was finally getting his life together. He was going to try to ask out Ran and was getting the credit he deserved after 2-3 years of hard work. And then it was all ruined by the hands of a man with long silver hair.

Anyway tldr: Shinichi needs therapy :(

#sorry for poor grammar #I just rlly love Shinichi and I want him to be happy 😭#detective conan #detco #shinichi kudo #edogawa conan #charecter analysis #:((#gin conan #aptx4869

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trevorite · 2 months

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I don’t care if this post gets traction or not but I feel the urge to just, ramble about the cyberpunk community real fast.

It wasn’t until I joined Tumblr that I realized how poorly people in the cyberpunk community treat others that are slightly different. Honestly from what I had seen before hand I thought over all that the cyberpunk community was supportive. But I’ve grown to realize is that even the queer people in this community tend to be assholes.

After making that post about my V, and seeing all the actual support I got + seeing other posts about Kerry, made me realize a lot of shit. I shouldn’t have had to worry about people saying shit about my V being with Kerry. I’m happy with my V being the way he is, a feminine trans man, who hasn’t gotten the chance to fully transition because that’s who I am. And yet it seems that other people can’t handle that.

[These comments are public, so I see no point in censoring this person’s name, they’ve done other stuff but It’s not my Place to speak on that. So I’ll only mention what’s related to this post.]

I find it honestly disheartening that people treat me, and other people, like shit over who they have Kerry be with. And honestly I just don’t understand why they can’t just block a person and move on.

How is, for example, my V, a untransition trans man any different from a fully transitioned trans man? By the logic of Truther up there, they are saying that Kerry wouldn’t date a man with a female body type. God there’s so much I could say but I just can’t find the proper words for it.

I just don’t understand why my V would be treated differently. Sometimes it seems like, unless I have the ‘appropriate’ body type, my V, and myself as a person aren’t valid trans people and it makes me sick. To be told that I don’t actually love a character because I used a mod makes me feel horrid.

Truther, I doubt you’ll see this but still, I feel the need to say this. As much as you love Kerry and stuff, you tend to treat others who also love him like shit. There was never a point of saying this, could’ve just blocked me and move on. There’s a person behind every screen, and what you say can affect them.

I’ll say it for a final time I shouldn’t have been made to worry that My V being with Kerry was wrong. But thanks to how this community is, I did end up in that position. To the people who had Originally supported me, I thank you. You helped me feel so much better and more confident to just. Be myself.

#cyberpunk 2077 #trevorite #kerry eurodyne #male v #trans pride #transgender #trans rights #rant post #rant #sorry if grammar is poor #Also sorry that this is all over the place

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starrycassi · 8 months

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Hate, love, guilt, mothers. Aren't they all synonyms?

You can find part one of this au here, and two here. Also a quick explanation on who's Gloria here. Mild nsfw mention at the end. Like, super mild.

The grounds of the Goldenloin mansion are always breathtaking, it doesn't matter how many times Ballister's been here as a guest, as an intruder, as a knight, as a lover. The gardens are fantastic, and the structure makes him feel so, so tiny.

Standing here, looking at the dining table made for dozens and dozens of people, Ballister can't help but feel out of place. The maid that guided them here is mimicking their pose, right next to them, and Ballister signals to Ambrosius, tugging on his sleeve. There's no need for her to be here, too. She should be free to leave.

Ambrosius gets the memo and dismisses the poor girl, who leaves quietly and quickly. Ballister's skin itches.

In front of them rests a wonderful feast, colorful and appealing, even if some plates are covered with golden silverware, to protect the food from loosing it's flavor, or whatever. He can't help but wonder how many street kids are hungry right now — can't help but remember what it's like, to be alone and lost and begging for a crumb of bread, a sip of water, a simple plate of food and be denied and-

The echo of someone's steps brings him back to the present, and he stares at the woman as she walks in. Captain Gloria limps as she arrives, her golden hair down in a braid that reaches her lower back. She gleams at them, despite the clear pain that every step delivers to her system. Her eyes aren't quite focused.

Ambrosius suddenly goes still, fixing his posture.

The two of them just accept the silence, live in it, for the next couple of seconds. Gloria finally gets to the table and sits down slowly, hissing when she finally does so, reeking of alcohol and a splendid perfume. She's at the head of the chairs, and Ambrosius rounds up the table to sit right next to her. Ballister tries to follow him.

“Don't” orders the woman, her hand suddenly reaching out to grip Ballister's wrist. She tugs on him, making take a seat, too, at her left. Ambrosius stares at him with a questioning look, and he stares back with an even more questioning look. It's his mom that's acting weird, he should know what's going on.

They don't have to figure it out, though, because she explains it soon enough.

“You are not here as Ambrosius's guest, today. You're a suitor. Act accordingly or get out”

Her voice, cold and demanding, takes both of the boys by surprise. Gloria's and Ballister's relationship has never been a specially warm one, but all in all, he's always seen her as a stressed out woman who doesn't really care about anything but her work and her son. Everytime they've been together she's drunk, hurt, on duty, or in a weird combination of those options. She's never been openly hostile or mean to him, so he's left in unexplored grounds when her blue eyes are suddenly fixed on his face, pinning him to his seat and making his head spin with with dread and doubts.

“Mom, there's no need to-”

Ambrosius tries, he really tries, to reason with her. Gloria, who's whole body moves weirdly and limply, suddenly hits the table with her fist closed, and Ambrosius straightens up in his seat, body reacting before his mind does so, instincts ingrained on him urging him to obey and comply to orders, even the unspoken ones.

Ballister knows the look on Gloria's eyes — he's seen it before, only, not on her face — she's not only intoxicated, not merely wounded. She's full of regret, of fury, of pure and unfiltered anger. As soon as that knowledge hits him, he's filled with a strange sense of security, of comfort. She's mad and she's irrational, but he knows the reason of those feelings. She's merely a mother defending her child, a knight defending her loved ones.

Ballister is trying to do the same, and it's refreshing to see his own feelings of confusion and hatred mirrored into Gloria's face. He knows what her anger means, because his blood burns with the same heat, the same intensity.

“I'm sorry, Captain Gloria” he says, slowly and clearly. The nerves he felt all the way here disappear, leaving only his determination, his devotion. Gloria isn't against him. She's against anything that might hurt jer son, and that's a feeling Ballister not only understands, but shares, “It was awfully inadequate of me to act that way. I beg your forgiveness”

She smiles, woobly and unsteadily, at him. She's pleased with his words, clearly. He tries to remember the hours and hours of ranting that Ambrosius blessed his ears with every so often, complaining about stupid protocol lessons that his mother made him take.

“Very well” she nods at him, and he imitates the gesture. He quickly nods at Ambrosius, too, to try and reassure him. This will be okay. It has to.

Ambrosius's shoulders relax just the slightest bit at that, but he smiles, and talks again,

“I'm incredibly hungry, Mum. Why don't we eat before we discuss this, yeah?”

It's always surprising to Ballister, really, how adaptable Ambrosius is. One minute, he's a big dramatic performer for the Queen. The next, he's merely a child with a pleading voice, asking— no, begging, for some peaceful seconds with his mom.

“Yes, the food. Let's eat and talk business, shall we? That's not really an appropriate thing to do, I suppose, but I can make an exception, seeing as how you've had the guts to ask for my son's hand in marriage, cadet”

She claps, and servants lift the coverings. Some of their faces are recognizable to Ballister. Did they live in the same orphanage? Were they friends, and his mind has forgotten?

This is whst he hates about the Goldenloin mansion. This is what he hates about every single noble event ever. He simply resings himself to his fate, a rejected freak to the nobles and a traitor to the commoners. He tries to keep his eyes on the table, tries not to to think about how some of the people working for Ambrosius, serving him, probably have never even tried the kind of feast he's about to have.

Ballister's never been a religious person, but he prays for forgiveness, even if it's merely for a second. He prays for forgiveness, even if it's undeserved.

The steak in front of him suddenly loses its appeal. The nerves are back, just like that. He hates himself for that, for being so brave a second and then a complete coward in the other.

They simply eat, for some moments. Gloria sips her glass of red wine every so often, and both of the boys chew methodically on their steaks. Food is fuel, Ballister tries to remind himself, tasting guilt and shame in every bite, feeling as if he's chewing his own heart; food is fuel, and he needs fuel for this conversation.

That doesn't make the bitterness of the whole situation go away.

“You said you have a plan” accuses Gloria, after washing down a bit of her salad with wine, “but I'm yet to hear anything about it”

Ballister's first instinct is to roll his eyes, tell her that it's her who's been acting all weird and cranky, but he knows better than to go against an older knight, even if she's drunk and injured. She's also his mother-in-law, and he refuses to feed into the stereotype of in laws not getting along.

“The food just distracted us, mom, that's all. It's really good”

Gloria's face softens a bit, and she offers her son a quick sound of agreement.

“Still. I need to know what you two rascals are up to, don't I?”

As if she didn't just violently smash the table, she laughs a bit at her joke, muttering something about teenagers under her breath.

They do their best to explain themselves without setting her off again, Ambrosius providing Ballister with facial expressions that let him know when to shut up and when to keep going. At the end of it, their food is almost gone, Ballister's guilt is almost forgotten, and Gloria looks almost convinced.

"And what do you win, cadet?"

She looks feral, like a lion ready to chew down on it's prey. Ballister refuses to lose against her, not today.

"I get to see my boyfriend be happy. What else could I possibly want?"

Some of the servants seem too moved by his answer to hide their coos, but he doesn't dare look their way, too scared to find out that perhaps that truly are the kids that grew up on his same street, with his same dreams. He keeps his eyes fixed on Gloria's, blue and brown crashing and figthing.

"Sounds like bullshit to me. No one would do all that just for someone else's happiness or whatever"

She shakes her head in disagreement, and Ballister wants to scream at her, tell her that she doesn't know shit about them, that he would walk barefoot into a burning building if it meant saving Ambrosius. He doesn't.

"I don't need anything else" he says, instead, "I only want to make sure that my boyfriend has a choice and-"

"Okay, say you win" interrupts Gloria, looking bemused with him. He hates the way she stares him down like a mere child, "and the interviewer; because this will be televised, that's a no brainer, asks what do you want. What are you going to tell the kingdom?"

He doesn't even hesitate, before answering:

"I would ask for just enough money to pay back my debth with the house of Elpis and the Goldenloin house. Then, for Ambrosius's political allies to be a matter only he can have the final say on. Not you, or me, or anyone else"

She looks at him some more, as if trying to be intimidating. He doesn't budge.

"That is an honest answer" she finally says, nodding, "That's more believable. That, I can accept. I think"

She makes a show of considering things, tapping her index finger to her chin. They keep quiet, waiting for her verdict.

“It's a decent attempt” she concedes, after some seconds of humming to herself. "It's even a good idea"

They both sigh, relieved. She clicks her tongue, and shakes her head, again, like some sort of wet dog, and they feel not so relieved, now.

“But you two are openly... close to one another, right? Everyone knows. Can't do anything if you win and people question us, can we? About your little, well, romance, and all that”

Gloria never really acknowledges the fact that her son is dating Ballister, even if he did come out and confess the secret to her half a year ago, cracking under the pressure of a specially though new years party. It gives Ambrosius some sort of dumb hope, that perhaps his mom might actually start taking his own free will into account and validating his love for Ballister. Even if she always says that that's something she already does.

“We're still trying to figure out what to do with that, Mum”

She laughs some more, making him feel stupid. Ballister looks as confused as he feels when she merely giggles at their faces, gulping down the rest of her drink. A servant refills it immediately.

“You kids are so slow, nowadays” she flaps her hand, rolling her eyes, “a mere fight will be enough. In a public space, obviously. Be nasty about it. My friends and I used to do it when we wanted to get a rise out of our parents. Neat trick”

And, with that piece of advice, she keeps on drinking.

Ambrosius excuses them both out of the table when they're done, leaving Captain Gloria to drunkenly mumble nonsense to herself.

The halls of the mansion are spacious and lonely, so they're able to walk together, holding hands, without a care in the world. Ambrosius has grown up here, was raised here. He knows and trusts the staff to keep a couple of secrets.

“She seems… a bit agitated” Ballister says, softly. Gloria has been a sore spot for their conversations ever since the start of their friendship, and they mostly try to avoid talking about her. But if feels wrong, to be in her house and pretend she doesn't exist.

“She's got a dislocated hip” Ambrosius answers, voice impregnated with pity, “Must hurt a lot. She was distracted with this whole thing and a thief managed to hit her real hard…”

He stares at the floor, but they keep on walking to Ambrosius's bedroom. After lunch, Gloria has practically demanded for them to stay until dinner, arguing that they have already lost most of the day, anyways. Neither one of them dared go against her word.

“I'm happy she's mad. At least I'm not the only one worried about your ass”

“I can assure you, Ballister, your thoughts about my ass are really, really different from her thoughts about it. At least I hope so”

Hip bumping his boyfriend for being an idiot, Ballister blushes a bit. Ambrosius does have a nice body.

“Don't be weird about this, Amber. We're literally talking about you mom”

“No, you are talking about her. I'm talking about people's thoughts on my ass. That's a whole different conversation”

“Not a specially interesting one, I'm sure. Much like your very flat ass”

Ambrosius gasps, offended, just as they reach the doors of his bedroom. He makes a show of dramatically slamming the door, just to open it back again mere seconds later, sticking out his tongue at Ballister before allowing him to come in.

“Keep this treatment up, and I'm actually marrying Todd” he threatens, and Ballister half heartedly pushes him.

“Okay, your ass is not flat. Just… sort of concave. Happy?”

“Not so much. But, alas, I'm not really dating a poet, am I? My heart has chosen you, even with your horrible mistreatments towards my figure”

They laugh at the stupidity of the situation, as if guilt isn't eating Ballister alive, as if Ambrosius isn't worried to death for his mom, as if the world isn't collapsing and burning around them.

They take of their shoes, and get into bed, cuddling with each other almost immediately, used to it after years and years of practice. Ballister rests his cheek on Ambrosius's chest, and they hold hands, tangling their legs. This is incredibly inappropriate to do on Ambrosius's house, with his mom meter away, but everything around them feels so wrong right now that this is the closest they can get to normal.

The events of the last few hours settle in. Panic comes back, alongside with every other emotion that they have been trying to run away from. It's scary, to admit that perhaps they could fail. They could be wrong. Ambrosius understands why his mom seems to be in denial all of the time; it's easier to pretend that something is not happening than to deal with the fact that it is.

The room is quiet. They're just teens.

“I'm nervous”

“Me, too. I'm terrified”

“Yeah. Me, too”

And it's just them, their fears and their breaths, for a second. There's nothing else but them. But reality is always there, waiting, and it comes with paperwork and legalities and many, many other things. It's them against the world, even if they would really, really like to just make peace with everyone and sleep until winter.

To avoid silence — because it comes with too many questions, too many memories, too many reminders — Ballister decides to keep on with their plan, furthering it, and asks, “So, now, we fake fight?”

“I think it's the best choice we have, right? Mom said so”

Ambrosius, always eager to follow Gloria's word, seems to perk up. Ballister feels slightly annoyed, but at least his boyfriend looks a little less like a kicked kitten.

“And what are we figthing about, uh?”

This is scary, too. Yeah, a fake figth. That's something they should be able to manage. But there's some issues, here and there, and perhaps they're just waiting for a chance to come out. This could be that chance. And there's no way they're going to actually live apart from each other, but they have to, right? So it's believable.

“What about something stupid? Like, I don't know, jazz?”

“Ambrosius, you know very well how I feel about-”

To stop his boyfriend from going on yet another campaign of hate against freestyle jazz, Ambrosius gives him a quick kiss on the hair, successfully making him shut up.

“Kay, not jazz. What, then?”

“Let's fight about this. I'll be jealous, you'll scream at me for being jealous, and we'll break up. Call me a selfish insecure asshole, or something”

Ambrosius immediately pants like a wounded animal, frowning. He makes Ballister get up slightly, to make sure he can see his eyes. They're full of love. Pure, solid, love.

“I don't ever want to hurt you, Bal”

Ballister chokes on air, because this isn't fair. Ambrosius is so pretty, resting on the mattress, looking up at him. No one else but him should ever get to see him like this. Specially not some imbecile who thinks figthing for him is enough to get married.

“It's just going to be a play-pretend situation, Amber. I don't wanna hurt you, either, but it's going to be just a couple of days. Then, we're back to normal”

Ambrosius ponders on it, pouting. But he finally nods, agreeing.

“Fine. We're hating each other from now on”

The next time Ballister wakes up, they're back at the Institute, half naked, fused together like a pretzel. Perhaps they got a bit too sentimental when they came back, and perhaps they stole a couple of sips from Gloria's wine reserve. A make out session had been the start of their so called hate, and Gloreth, did they suck at this.

“Ambrosius. Ambrosius, wake up. Ambrosius, fucking move”

With a bit more of force than needed, he shakes his boyfriend, trying to get him to open up his eyes. Ambrosius attempts to do so and also get up, miscalculating, and falling face first to the floor.

Shit.

Hurrying up to help him, Ballister trips, too. The wine is still in their systems, apparently, and it makes them laugh like idiots as soon as their gazes cross.

“Shit. We're supposed to be figthing, Amber”

“I'm pretty sure last night counts as a form of combat. Sword figths, one may call it”

“Shut the fuck up, honestly. Just, for once, shut up”

“Only if you kiss me, babe"

Okay, maybe they aren't suited for a divorce yet. Ballister got up, grunting, and Ambrosius followed suit, if only because the floor is way too cold to be laying on it with nothing but a boxer and shorts on. He smiled at the wall when he managed to stand up on his own two feet, still dizzy.

“What now, Bal?”

Ballister struggled to put his shirt back on, trying to remember where the fuck his shoes where. It was early, still. If he hurried up, he could sneak out without anyone seeing him.

“Dont ask me. This whole thing was your plan. Think, Ambrosius; for the first time in your life, think”

Ambrosius threw the nearest object at his ungrateful boyfriend, and rolled his eyes when the comb impacted against the desk. Turns out his aim gets affected by alcohol. Who could've thought?

“What was that for?!” Hisses Ballister, barely managing to get done with his clothes. Ambrosius's loopy smile only grew bigger at the sight, and he looked so much like his mom, for a second. Just a second.

“We're figthing, love. I think this is how figths are supposed to go, right?”

And he threw a hair cream bottle, that impacted on the wall.

Ballister opened up the door, just in time for the notebook Ambrosius threw to go flying through it. Some cadets were already out, curious about the noise. Ambrosius, drunk and ad impulsive as his mother, grinned with pleasure. Yes, a public fight, indeed.

“And get out!” he screamed, remembering the way his mother looked at him yesterday, feeling the tears burning on the very corners of his eyes, hating her stare and wishing she looked at him more often “I don't want to talk to you ever again, you hear me?!”

A pillow was thrown. Ballister fought down the urge to burst out laughing. This felt so much like a cheap soap opera.

“It's not my fault you're a coward!” He screamed back, wine helping him come up with the words, “Go and die for all I care, Golden Boy! Hang yourself from a fucking tower, I don't give a shit!”

More and more people came in to witness the situation. Had he been sober, Ballister probably would've stopped. He wasn't, though.

“You're so jealous!” Screeched Ambrosius, like he meant it, “You're just jealous of my suitors being way better than you, you prick!”

Ballister kneeled down, picked up the fallen pillow, and threw it right back at it's owner. Ambrosius barely contained his cackles.

“I'll enter the fucking tournament just so I can disown you, Ambrosius! You don't deserve all that money!”

They were losing the plot a bit, but it didn't really matter. A figth is a figth, no matter the reasons.

“Do whatever you want, Ballister! You're never winning, never !”

Next, a sweater came in, balled up, flying. This one actually hit Ballister on the eye, and he had to take a step back, surprised. Ouch.

“We'll see about that, you idiot!”

With a final heated stare, Ballister turned around, bitting down his tongue to dissimulate the giggles.

As soon as he got into his room and locked his door, Ballister opened up his cellphone, already missing his boyfriend's arms. He found a couple of drunken voicemails Ambrosius had already sent his way, and a couple of pictures that matched the vibe of their last night.

Smiling, he got into his own bed, hiding under the sheets. Perhaps intense figths weren't such a bad idea for their relationship, after all.

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realreulbbrband · 19 days

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Munk gives up on making Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie the main dogs in Pekes and Pollicles and picks the newest adults, Plato and Victoria, for the roles at the next ball, but a new problem occurs because of their relationship with each other. They’re too in love to hit each other or act snarly. Victoria tries for Munk's sake, but the moment she feels she hurt Plato's feelings, she breaks character immediately to hug him.

Plato, on the other hand, kept barking at Victoria’s cues, and whenever they’d bark at the same time and get all giggly, Munk offered a kind but impatient smile, otherwise a very reluctant eye roll as he tried to move the song along.

#Victoria #Plato #Platoria #my headcanons #I'm having too many thoughts about them-#Silly hc please don’t take this too seriously i'm aware i'm corny #Also if you saw the bad grammar version on discord i'm sorry😢 anyway I ramble now #But I truly believe this part of the performance wouldn’t have gone well no matter what kitten/young adult pairing Munk picked for it #Like Coricopat and Tantomile would be passable but they would give no energy cause they’d be too focused on remembering lines and cues #Pouncival and tumblebrutus would probably start wrestling eachother after throwing play punches and one claims the other hit too hard #Electra is one of those poor high school actresses who laughs whenever she’s delivering a line and cettie laughs whenever Electra does #And its just down hill pillow fighting with pretend dog paws from there #My conclusion in all this? I think Munk retires pekes & pollicles after the next ball

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locustandwildhoney · 1 year

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Imagine John Seed being the Pied Piper of kids.

John's got all the pomp and circumstance to lead these kids anywhere. They hang on his every word. A tiny crowd forms and skips after him, the kind of suspense that John naturally creates has a grip over everyone. Especially children. After all, he's so friendly, he knows exactly what to say, and he says it with such a conviction and bravado that kids would think 'of course it must be true.' He has a lot of fun until they start to wisen up as they get older.

John however, is terrible with babies. He is a huge baby himself, why should the baby get all the attention?

He does try though, he really does. But how can he help this thing if it won't stop wailing and tell him whats wrong? John would never put the tyke in danger, he'd never yell at it, or cause it any harm, no matter how loudly or how long it's been screeching. But he can't say he hasn't put it back in its crib and walked away for 5 minutes to regain his sanity. Or handed it off to someone else at the first sign of trouble. They just make him nervous for some reason. They're so small and fragile and new. He's so full of nerves and unease that he swears babies can sense it and start crying the moment he enters the room.

The only time he relaxes is when it starts nodding off and he can hold them, he can engage with them safe in the knowledge that sleep means no spewing, wailing, or fussing and for the love of god don't tell him anything to the contrary. It's the only time he feels he can't do anything wrong to upset them.

There is a moment however, when fear turns to joy as the teeny one starts to walk. With all his brisk exits, the baby finally has the means to follow him. And follow they do. Squishy baby feet find their way to fall in line behind The Pied Piper himself.

#john seed headcanons #john seed #john seed x reader #this is all of the cuff #poor guy has no idea what he's doing #sorry for any grammar mistakes I am an idiot who is very sleepy #basically John is like the opposite of what I wrote for Jacob lmao #my writing

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mico-evelyn2 · 3 months

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Since F1 suck at doing their job I might as well do it for them

May I present: F1 STORYLINES THAT THE PEOPLE (me) ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT

Ferrari: Leclerc vs Sainz

It is no secret that Carlos Sainz is out of a seat for 2025, and this will be his last year with the Scuderia many people are wondering how this 2024 season will pan out. Before the season starts many fans are already questioning what will happen. Will there be inner-team rivalry? Will Sainz ignore team orders? Will Leclerc be favoured (more than he usually is) and will Carlos be left on the waste side? We will have to wait to find out.

Mercedes: Hamilton vs Russell

Now we have the reason Sainz does not have a seat for 2025. In a shocking turn of events Lewis Hamilton is moving from Mercedes to Ferrari at the end of the 2024 season. This has left many fans excited but also questioning what will happen on track between the 2 teammates that have already come to blows last season. The main question on everyone’s mind is, “who will be favourited?” The man that won 6 championships with the German outfit or the man who is touted as the future of Mercedes.

Will the other teams catch up?

It is no secret that Red Bull dominated the 2023 season. And all the teams especially Ferrari, McLaren and Mercedes are now playing catch up. But will they even catch up? All the teams reference is the RB19 and not the RB20 that Red Bull spent last year developing. So will the RB20 be better than the RB19 and if so will teams catch up for the 2024 season (I hope the other teams catch up)

McLaren: Norris vs Piastri

Piastri had a rockstar rookie season getting two podiums and a sprint win. That has undoubtedly put pressure on Norris to perform. And of course Norris will be favoured but Piastri will only improve from the 2023 season. So McLaren will need to monitor both drivers and make sure they don’t come to blows on track.

The Back of the grid

Toro Rosso (RB), Sauder (Kick), Williams and HAAS made up the back of the grid last year. And many people are curious if any of them will improve. People expect Toro Rosso to improve as they are taking heavy inspiration from their sister team, Red Bull. But many people want to see where all these teams will finish at the end of the year.

The Red Bull Dilemma

Everybody knows Red Bull like revolving through driver. And this year will be no different. With Perez’ arse on the line and having to perform, at any moment Red Bull can take away his seat and give it to someone else. But who is in contention for that second Red Bull seat? Both Toro Rosso drivers are in contention, with both drivers also racing to stay in Formula 1, as Liam Lawson came in for 5 races (replacing an injured Ricciardo) and lit up the grid, and was promised a seat for 2025. But there are also outsiders who have been rumoured for that second Red Bull seat, with Alex Albon, Fernando Alonso and Lando Norris all rumoured.

Who’s going to get that second Mercedes seat?

There are a lot of people available for that second Mercedes seat in 2025; some of the people in contention are:

Alex Albon

Fernando Alonso

Carlos Sainz

Esteban Ocon

How is Fredrick Vesti not in this conversation?

Kimi Antonelli

It would not surprise me at all if Toto Wolff throws Mick Schumacher in the car

Doriane Pin (in another universe aka my ideal universe)

Will Lance Stroll have a seat in 2025?

Lance Stroll did not have a spectacular 2024 season with many people wanting him out of that Aston Martin seat and Felipe Drugovich to get the seat. But Lawrence Stroll owns Aston Martin so Lance can’t loose his seat. But wait theirs more to the story (😱) Aramco (Saudi Oiler Company) now own a stake in Aston Martin and if Lance Stroll doesn’t improve Aramco might have to force Lawance Strolls hand and kick Lance out.

#please forgive my poor grammar and spelling 🙏#I tried to make this sound as professional as possible… I failed 😞#I’m sorry I refuse to call it VisaCashappRB ima call it toro rosso #same with kick f1 or whatever it’s called I’m calling it sauder #is my biases showing in this? maybe??? I’m not to sure #f1 #formula 1 #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #ferrari #lewis hamilton #george russell #mercedes #lando norris #oscar piastri #mclaren #red bull racing #aston martin #cecilias vroom vroom car post

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yaboidante2711 · 2 months

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Okay nah

Shit hit the fan

The fanfic I was reading for a light chuckle at how clunky it was just got past the amusingly bad straight into just... bad

Every good idea or the idea that at least was in the presence of a good idea is getting thrown out the window for no reason

Any point that could be a good hook to build some suspension is in and out in less than two sentences

There's literally no point in making the main couple have like 10 year age gap with the mc being 16 (yes, that fact was not brought up for about 18 chapters, but there were red flags I'll admit.)

I'm just frustrated.

#aka imma write my own fic #did i mention it was a fluttercord fic?#so yeah #i started a #fluttercord #fic #it will be edgy im sorry #and with poor grammar cuz this ain't my mother tongue

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silkythewriter · 4 months

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i love your fics but theres a few grammar error i think u could fix no offense. does is not the same as dose, dose is for a quantity of medicine or something similar like that in the medical field usually. whereas does is for an action that is preformed, like what you're supposed to use in your fics instead of "dose", again, no offense :") i just think that it might sound entitled if i said it on the comments

NO PLEASE I UNDERSTAND

I have dyslexia plus me being a fast typer is definitely something that comes into play with this. I am working on it! I feel like I have made some improvement, with the last fic with Vox and alastor.(I’m surprised its doing so well) I definitely fumbled A BUNCH. But it’s mostly because tumblr wouldn’t let me edit my draft, so I had to go on safari and do it from there which I’m not use to using it in a different format if that makes sense. I’m really embarrassed about it but I always polish my fics the best I can! It’s just I give my self a deadline to post before 5 so I always rush myself. Which doesn’t help my case a bunch either (╥﹏╥) you don’t sound entitled at all! I understand how poor spelling and grammar can effect enjoyment of said fan fic so please don’t feel bad!.

But yea I just wanna clear this up so everyone understands I just have trouble sometimes and I will do better in the future! (If tumbler fixes the bug as-well that is) anyway thank you for being honest and I promise to do better!

I still hope you enjoy my content!

(っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)

(I’ll probably remake it in the future cause I still can’t edit it :(. )

#anon <3 #all genders #x reader #main character #x y/n #i love hazbin hotel sm it’s not even funny #poor grammar #i’m really sorry #sobs and cries #a lil embarrassed #ty anon!#sorry anon #i’ll be better tomorrow #>:3

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sanguisvenosus · 1 year

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The relationship between Eliza and Hamilton was never perfect and we all know it. But- The fact that Hamilton didn't said anything about "his love for Eliza" (At least not in the moments when he gets to be a narrator and we can hear his thoughts) is a bit sad...? Of course he respects her and think of her as a "Best of wives and best of womem", but he never said that he loves her. The only thing he thinks about is war - at first, and building their nation - later. Hamilton probably never loved his wive, and he even cheated on her permanently. Eliza dedicated her whole life for him, but he? He was a fucking bastard (I still love him) and lied to her many many times. He married Eliza mostly because her parents were rich. So yeah, not the best marriage, and poor Eliza.

And there's Burr and Theodosia. Burr who waited for her and married her because he loved her, and their child later. Theodosia who risked her reputation (and probably life...?) only to- meet with her lover. Their love wasn't easy, but they got what they wanted and got married. The way Burr was sad and scared for his daughter's life after his wife died... It was heartbreaking. Their marriage was made from true love, not from a buisness or a one-sided love and that's beautiful.

I'll leave it here

(please remember that I'm talking about the musical, not history. They were different irl than in the show)

#it's possible that i talked about unreleased songs #hamilton was a bastard to eliza #i love jefferson #i suddenly started listening to hamilton after some years #poor eliza #burr is probably the best character #rip theodosia #hamilton #hamilton musical #lin manuel miranda #sorry for my horrible grammar #why is hamilton so good #daveed diggs did a grat job

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ra-ma-ma · 1 year

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im a just copy this ramble I did bc im going to explode (context: explaining to a friend)

“one thing I’m happy dancing over is that in the earthly timelines the girls hadn’t figured out how to work with Homura yet, like using her time manipulation to their advantage as a team.

Homura hasn’t really perfected her fighting style yet and is still not use to using firearms. Usually with Mami around she would use her magic ribbons so that when Homura stops time everyone can move with her, like she did in Rebellion, BUT with Mami gone, Homura’s power is hard to use. How they fixed this problem is to literally carry her.

(Insert Homura being carried around like a freaking backpack pics here)

a lot of it is just Sayaka carrying Homura bc she can