Villian: "How about you join me Mad Scientist, with your research we could rule the world."
Mad Scientist: "Um sir I'm a botanist."
Villian: "Oh."
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I love it when women hate men. I love it when women are allowed to vent to each other about how horrible and creepy men are. I love it when women form friendships with and prioritize each other over relationships with men(whether they're attracted to them or not). I love it when women put men dni in their bios and on their nude photos and on posts on their blogs. I love it when women refuse to mollycoddle and accommodate entitled male feelings with "but this doesn't mean I hate all men, I know a few men who are great, I love my father/sons/brothers/uncles/male cousins/guy friends" I love it when women complain about men WITHOUT "not all men" being a disclaimer. I love it when women avoid socializing with/refuse to be around/befriend/get close to men because they know men can't be trusted. I love it when women make "kill all men" jokes. I love it when women offer absolutely no concern or care for men's feelings and if their misandry offends men whatsoever because why should we, men are the oppressor class who have raped and killed and abused us and kept us as subjugated as second-class citizens for millennia, they regularly mistreat us and the women in their own marginalized communities still every single day and make this world so much harder and more awful for us to be in, and if we choose to hate them and not spare them any sympathy then so be it, and I don't just mean "men as a class" either, you can be a woman who doesn't want to have anything to do with any man on an individual basis and completely cuts off men from her personal life too and ykw I will love and fucking support you in that because men deserve absolutely NOTHING from us. If they're so tough and strong then they can handle it just like they can handle being lonely. If you are a woman who hates men, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A LESBIAN AND/OR A TRANS WOMAN, then just know that I love you. I love you, I support you, and you are safe here.
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truly believe that whatever gender fuckery Ianthe has going on in NtN is the sexiest she has ever been and i for one cannot get enough of it. she puts out a lit cigarette on her own skin. she is a total bitch to everyone and also very upfront about her machiavellian intentions. she's a princess who never wanted to be a queen she's a boy she's a prince she's a daughter of the third. she's both "the good son" and the "lady of the first". she's a flesh magician and a lyctor which means she wakes up every day and intentionally chooses to look like an old rag hung up to dry. she's so incredibly bad at Doing Gender that it wraps all the way around the other side and she becomes both incredibly good and wildly sexy at it. she's constantly either making grandiose speeches that no one on the page cares about, screaming, or throwing up. just being openly gross & evil simply all of the time ❤️
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oh im gonna be SO annoying about bbh in a minute. i keep saying the same thing over and over again but his character is too fucking complex motherfucker is like:
"i'm a demon who is 11,000 years old and i refuse to acknowledge that im a demon nor that i do bad things (like steal furniture) but i will help people every chance i get despite saying im going to stop doing that and i am going to devote my life to protecting these fragile little eggs even though i know im going to lose them one day because i love them too much (and i know i can do that and it will one day be okay, because i have an immortal diamond to keep me company even if he isn't here now). when my friend throws himself beneath the spokewheel of the federation i will be there, bitter about my loss, but i will not start a revolution until he proves he deserves one. i will do what i can to safeguard his system against corruption because i am afraid the federation will use him to hurt us. i know he doesn't want to hurt us. he keeps hurting me. he is isolated by our distrust in him and he is still working hard to try to be a good person in an inherently corrupt system that cannot be fixed so i will build him a statue. i will not kill him when he takes a picture of me in the presidential chair (that was almost mine) and puts it on his wall and calls me 'employee of the month.' i didn't do all of that work for the federation i did it for him like i do it for others because they are my friends. i will exhaust every option i have to build a reason to NOT start a revolution. to not kill him. because i have to say that i tried. i feel like i have made so many compromises. i have held myself back to try to find reason. i will still remove his access to my base. when the island turns against me and he locks me in a cage for a crime i did not commit, i will remove everyone's access (except for my family the french and my family the eggs). i am having fun. when the eggs appear the next day with cracks and dirty shells i will worry, but i know they're strong. they'll be okay. (when i find my son's secret lab and his unethical experiments that cause him harm i will be proud because he has done what i do. he has helped. i want him to be safe but we are never safe and i trust him more than anyone else. i know now, and i can help him be safe.) when the eggs go missing i will be silent. i will look for them, and i will destroy for them, and i will bargain for them, and i will cry for them, and i will not accept their loss. when my friend who is president who once built a safehouse that saved my eggs' lives is finally damaged by the federation (like i knew he would be when he became president) and he starts to hurt people by pushing the same treatment onto them i will not be surprised. i will be surprised when he tries to marry me. i will not blame him (much) when he tries to kill me. our children are missing. he is forced to pretend that his is not. i wish i could too. i will not tell him yes or no because i need an open avenue to manipulate him (because to save him i will have to manipulate him). i will not marry him because he is out of his mind. i have said marriage is overrated. i have also said that i want to live with him in a house with our kids and my skeppy. when he tells me that he wants to be happy with me i will still say 'aw' because it is the most genuine thing he has said to me and i miss my friend. i will still try to kill him. i fail to kill him with someone else's plan. i don't place a block to lock him in place. i hesitate. it doesn't matter if it's on purpose because the next plan works. i will reveal an item that could destroy me to my closest allies (and tubbo) because it will let us save him. we save him. when he kills himself 18 times over i back away from the explosion in surprise and then step close again. while i have grieved i have thrown myself into mines. it doesn't matter. i am numb and want to feel something. everything has lost colour. we save him.
i visit federation workers and ask them about my eggs and they do not tell me anything. i know they are lying. i visit the graveyard to talk to my lost eggs. i have lost all of the eggs. i do not know how to save them. i lay in the mud. it rains and rain signifies the monster has returned to kill my children but my children are not here and so i do not care. when i go home i will become so angry and i will go down to my basement (which i have locked like my friend locked the entrance to his greatest fantasy. we are so alike and our delusions are different. he child was real; here is the secret to finding my children) where i have locked a federation worker away. i will not wash away the blood stains.
i am also part-time grim reaper and i only ever dress up in robes to make people drink more water."
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Reader is not specifically mentioned but they’re there, they are there yall. HEAVILY insinuated that the couple of the hour got together during the war. Reader is a fae as well. Is that all? I’m sure it is…
War is a cruel, harsh, and despicable reality.
It has no favorites, it has no boundaries, it grants no mercy for any of its players nor those unfortunate enough to be dragged into its deadly grip.
It guarantees nothing. No small victory could determine the upper hand against the enemy in a cruel game that could take days, weeks, months, years to conclude. Every second counts no matter what.
General Lilia Vanrouge witnessed first hand the cruelty that such devastation could bring. Hundreds, thousands of lives taken in a blink of an eye, both ones he had once foolishly promised would live on beyond such darkness…and ones he promised to drag and seal into it. Both sides suffered grave consequences, unspeakable tragedies, crippling loss beyond mere imagination…
Was it selfish of him to want to find a light in such wickedness?
Looking back at such a time he would say yes, absolutely.
To form such emotional attachments that ran deeper than any other was beyond selfish of him, especially during such a time where promises made under the untouched brilliance of the moonlight could be broken at any given time. Vows of adoration, of trust, of vulnerability were not to be taken lightly, and there they were throwing them carelessly into the night before testing fates hand in such oaths come morning. The fragile string their very lives depended on, tested through hours of blood, sweat, and tears.
However, would he ever dare say he regretted such an ill guided decision. One made after enduring years of dire loneliness, a decision he made to protect not just himself but anyone else who would suffer the unfortunate fate of ever becoming associated with such a plague known as him?
No.
Never in the hundreds of years he lived.
Never in the centuries of utter bliss he had experienced since then and will continue to do so until his final breath.
As long as he continued to wake up to the sight of his beloved, his other half, his very soul, he would never regret such a decision.
As long as he was free to cherish, to adore, to utterly love, he would never regret such a decision.
As long as he would end each blessed day with the sweet taste of saccharin against his lips, the gentle caresses that screamed of his returned affection, the promises of another day to come where every second would be spent alongside the other’s existence, he would never regret such a decision.
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