#again maybe i'm wrong! but like. am i though...

[robby-bobby-tommy]

I haven't played deltarune yet and only watched some let's plays, but Tenna makes me so unwell. The comment "divorce so bad tv got divorced" Convinced me to check it out lmao.

DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS‼️‼️‼️

But that's not the point of the post. I just want to speculate on smt I just thought.

Why are Tenna and Spamton on such bad terms?

It might be obvious, but I want to share my view on their relationship. It's probably a common sense, but I don't think Tenna is so pissed off and hurt by Spamton just because he left him and didn't sign his contract.

Tenna is ofc pissed because of that, I'm not denying that, but the real reason, at least for me, is a little bit deeper.

As we all know, Tenna has a LOT of abandonment issues. It's seen through his dialogue with Kris and his desperate desire to be watched, to be seen and to have the audience. It is implied that he did hear a lot of Toriel and Asgore's fights multiple times, but he may be unaware of their divorce or at least he surely doesn't know about Asriel's departure to college. So from his perspective, Tenna was abandoned, plugged out because he became obsolete. He was ultimately abandoned. And we don't know when Tenna was turned off or when he was spending time with Spamton. So he probably lived with this pain for a long time.

Now, this is great and all, but what am I getting at? Well, let's take a look at how Tenna describes the scene of their last meeting (or at least I think it was)

"He suddenly had to take the phone call...But when he picked it up his face went pale... And je ran right out of the room with the receiver hanging!.. So I picked it up. ..... But there was nobody there!"

Tenna doesn't have any knowledge of this entity that was controlling/helping Spamton. So, for him, Spamton got scared of smt that Tenna didn't hear or know existed, and ran away without any explanation. Tenna might (and does!!!) consider this an abandonment. Spamton just left him behind. And THIS Is the main reason of why he's upset. Ofc that deal and the secret to being a big shot was important to him, but losing a friend was probably even worse. (Even though I enjoy a romantic reading of their relationship, I do want to say that it's not really important if it is or isn't one. They could be just really good friends, mb they were the only ones who truly understood each other even if it was purely platonic)

So, in short, despite having a very deep relationship, which is proved by Tenna keeping the pipis, Spamton abandoned his buddy and presumably left him with no explanation to never see him again. Ofc his buddy with abandonment issues and anxiety doesn't take it well and grows to resent Spamton a lot.

In Spamton's case, in turn, he might've never wanted to leave Tenna hanging like that, but his benefactor might've not left him a choice.

Spamton was genuinely terrified by what he heard and probably didn't mean for this scene to play out like this. Whatever was said on this call shook Spamton a lot and maybe this is the moment his "luck ran out". Correct me if I'm wrong, but this might be the begging of Spamton's downfall where he lost everything. Multiple terrible events back to back and loneliness caused him to have a mental break. I assume this is when his mental state went to sh_t. Spamton might've started to envy Tenna cuz from his perspective he's got everything he wanted. And plus continuous mentions of obsolescence of email didn't help I feel. Ofc, it's not like Spamton could explain to Tenna the identity of his benefactor and why he was afraid of him. This secret became the foundation for their friendship/relationship downfall imo.

TLDR: I think it's kind of Vi/Powder situation, where both didn't mean to hurt or abandon each other, but the lack of another person's perspective and secrets lead to the ultimate downfall of their relationship imo

They're just one big Asgore/Toriel allegory/j

[stellargh0ul]

Hey! This is my first tumblr request ^^I’m not sure if you write platonic fics so feel free to ignore this! I’ve been scavenging the web for platonic fics for years 🥀

But could you maybe write something where there’s a young sibling of sin who can’t sleep due to anxiety and frater comforts them? It can be gender neutral too. I find it hard to sleep at night and copia is such a comfort character to me and I would be totally read it with a face like this “😸”

Okay I’m sort of rambling now but that’s basically it :P

Tysm^^

I do platonic a lot actually! I'd say it's about 50/50ish, but i'm always happy to do them. I went with a child, since you said young and i'm a sucker for a man who's good with kids.

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he isn’t expecting the movement outside his office door in the middle of the night to be a child.

Copia looks up from his desk and peers at the door, squinting as though he’d seen wrong. a curious face again peers around the corner, poking into the room to catch a peek at what he’s doing.

when it sees Frater Imperator looking back at them, the child freezes in place. they stare at each other for several long seconds, locked in a stalemate, before he sighs and goes to get up from behind his desk.

the movement seems to break the spell and the child goes running, little bare feet smacking against the marble-tiled floor. but Copia can be quick when he wants to be and he’s at the door mere moments later, calling for the child to stop.

luckily for him- his quickness does not extend to running more than a few feet- the child listens to him. they’re wearing a set of black pajamas, the kinds the novice siblings of sin are given to sleep in, and while he doesn’t recognize their face from around the Ministry, that means little. there were always children in need of a home arriving.

“i’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be out of bed,” the child says, their eyes fixed on the hem of Copia’s robes as he walks up beside them. “I was… I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk. but I got lost…”

“come then,” Frater Imperator says, holding his hand out to the child. he doesn’t think they look older than eight. “I’ll take you back to bed.”

the little hand is small in his as they go. Copia doesn’t say much- he doesn’t know this child and doesn’t know what would be comforting to them, but from the way they’re clinging on to his hand, they must have been wandering lost for a while. long enough that they’d been frightened.

“how are you liking the ministry so far?” he asks as they walk and the little child starts before they glance up at him.

“everyone is very nice to me. and the other kids have been nice too.”

“good, good. I am glad to hear this. if you ever have a problem with them, tell them that Frater Imperator will come and set them straight again.”

the child nods emphatically.

“you’re Frater Imperator?”

“I am.”

he has, for a moment, the same sort of feeling he got seeing children when he was Papa Emeritus IV- this child obviously looks up to him.

“…can I ask you a question, Frater?”

“of course.”

quiet, for a long moment. they’re nearly at the children’s dorms so he slows his steps to allow this child time to think.

“…do you ever worry about stuff?”

“do I ever worry about what kind of stuff…?”

“…just, I don’t know. stuff. like, everything.”

he purses his lips, looking down at his small companion.

“…I worry about a lot of things. there is a lot to do to keep the Ministry running. but you, my friend, you are a child. you should not have so many worries that they keep you awake at night.”

the child cringes and he knows he’s hit the nail on the head.

“…I can’t help it.”

“alright. how about this- in exchange for walking you back to the dorms, you do something for me.”

“what do you want me to do?”

he kneels so that they’re face to face, bringing their hands together tightly.

“tell the sister in the morning about your anxieties, alright? perhaps she can help you. perhaps we can figure out something so that a child like you doesn’t have to wander around at night worrying.”

“…okay, Frater.”

“good. this is where we’ll say good night now, alright, dear?”

he gestures towards where the children’s wing starts and the child lights up, nodding emphatically.

“thank you!”

“it was no trouble. if you do find yourself wandering at night again, you are always welcome in my office. I am usually awake.”

he watches the child head back into the halls of the dorms for a moment longer before turning to head back to his office. his own worries are still pressing.

[thenexusofsouls]

Xenos had most certainly never felt this sort of connection with anyone else before, especially considering he wasn't actually human, he only looked reminiscent of one. To feel connected to someone was an entirely new sensation for him, and he was so innocently excited by it. Interacting with humans usually left him feeling anxious, overwhelmed, and misunderstood, but with Wanda he was calm and even happy. She didn't seem to misunderstand him at all. If anything, she understood him better than anyone else ever had. Not that he made a habit of explaining himself to others, but it was still nice to be understood.

When Wanda said she would handle the sorcerer if he did try to harm him, Xenos looked at her with concern. "You will... be alright?" he asked. While he was somewhat afraid of sorcerers, he didn't want to leave Wanda to face off against someone who might actually hurt her. She seemed pretty firm about protecting him, though, and he supposed se wouldn't be offering if she didn't think herself capable. "Yes... I promise. I... go somewhere safe... if sorcerer attacks me," he agreed.

Her complimenting how he looked with a little blush in his cheeks only caused it to darken. "You... as well," Xenos said with such a boyish shyness that one could easily forget he was a powerful, ancient creature from a shadow realm. "Very pretty." So... she liked him? And his blush? And his laugh? She... she liked seeing him happy. "Really?" he asked, his head tilting as he thought it over. Those words meant so much to Xenos. "You are... only one... who has ever cared... about... w-whether I am... happy," he told her. "So glad... we met, Wanda. You are... s-special... to me... already."

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"Yeah, we definitely don't want a nuclear Wanda," Tony chimed in. "Dunno about the other guy, but I really don't wanna find out." But as Steve brought up the fact that Wanda had been the one to figure out how to get inside the dome, Tony nodded. "That's a good point. If she figured that out, maybe she can also figure out how to stop him if he does go nuclear. I bet she could," he said with a bit of an ominous vibe. He'd seen what she was capable of, so he would've bet good American money that Wanda could handle Xenos, even if he was old and powerful.

"I suppose that might be possible," Stephen was forced to admit, though he was with Tony at least on not wanting to have to find out.

"I'll feel Wanda out when I got to tell her the room is ready. Maybe he's chatting up a storm with her and she'll be willing to share some of it. Until then," he finished the rest of his pickle and took his plate to the sink, "we act like we're welcoming him into the fold and sit tight until we can talk and learn more. That work for you?" he asked Strange.

Stephen sighed again. "Work is the wrong word, but... I guess that's fine for now. I'm still going to watch him, just in case."

"Will he know you're doing that?" Tony asked.

"No," Stephen said rather confidently.

"You sure?" Tony asked.

Stephen smirked in slight annoyance, created a portal, and left through it.

"I wish I could do that," Tony mused to Steve. "It'd make my commute to the city during rush hour a lot quicker." He washed his plate and his hands, drying them with a little towel by the sink. "Care to help me install some soundproofing panels?" he asked.

what are you afraid of? (Xenos)

Xenos should never have come this close to this developed of a human city. Even wandering the suburbs of New York City had been a trial for him, with car horns blaring, people yelling, and a sense of too many things moving around him all at once. But once he'd reached deep into the city, he knew he'd made a mistake. There was a stark lack of awareness from the people walking around him. Some bumped into him without warning while others simply seemed to have no spatial awareness whatsoever. There were even more car horns, and more yelling, and Xenos felt his chest tightening from the stress of it all.

Soon, he couldn't breathe, and try as he might to get out of there, it seemed the more he walked, the deeper into the city he embedded himself. "Back!" Xenos shouted to someone who had bumped into him hard, pushing him away with one of his hands.

"Hey man, screw you!" the human said to him as he kept on walking.

He hadn't realized that he'd wandered into a roadway until he was almost hit by a car. It screeched to a halt and Xenos lifted his hands to cover his ears as the sound of the car's horn blared so loudly he thought he would die. "Get away!" he yelled, and it happened. His magic lashed out, creating a dome of isolation around him, encompassing the entire block. Everything went silent, for he'd removed all the humans from within the dome, leaving them outside its invisible border. Inside, he left the animals and insects for they did not bother him, but the cars, trucks and buses were now uninhabited, turned off, still.

The silence was wonderful, and he felt the tension begin to release him. The dome's barrier kept out the sounds of the surrounding city, as well as those of the angry and confused humans who had been moved from their vehicles, or who could no longer pass down the street because of the invisible barrier. While Xenos paced back and forth in the middle of the street, slowly calming himself, people outside the dome where already calling emergency services and police, angry and scared by what had occurred.

The Avengers were called in.

Xenos moved inside a building, where it was dim and peaceful, taking deep breaths as he slowly wandered around. This was better. Much better. He didn't care or even realize the disruption he'd just caused within a major human city.

Outside, people were telling tales of a strange man who had somehow made invisible walls in the city, not fully understanding what all had happened. When the Avengers arrived, they were met with a large block of New York City that looked... empty, uninhabited. Cars left abandoned, doors to buildings left open. It looked like something out of a zombie apocalypse... but where were the zombies?

Steve couldn't punch through the wall. Tony's repulsors couldn't penetrate it either. They couldn't even see what it was they were trying to knock down. But not all members of the team were as hindered by the magical barrier as the rest...

Xenos knew the moment someone had entered the dome, and he twitched with the sensation of his magic being disturbed. Perplexed, for this had never happened before, he walked to the door of the building and peered out. A human was there... but how? No human should be able to defy his magic. None ever had before. He watched her from afar for a bit, until it seemed that she was, either intentionally or inadvertently, headed right for him. Did she know he was there? No, no, she could not. Humans lacked such senses, he knew, especially in this time. The sorcerers of old were all but gone from the world now, or... or at least Xenos hadn't encountered any for a very long time.

Slowly, he stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk, his body tilting awkwardly to the right as his head did the same, as though he was trying to size her up and see her better. When she spoke to him, he recoiled suddenly from the sound of her voice. He didn't take steps back from her, but rather only leaned back, his head snapping backward a bit as a dog or cat might do if they were startled while curiously trying to get the scent of something. He thought about her words for some time before responding.

"Not afraid," he said, but his voice was barely there. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to anyone to any real capacity, and his voice suffered from a lack of use. He didn't think it was loud enough for communication purposes, so he tried again. "Not... afraid." Xenos put up his hand almost as if he was making a wait a minute motion with it, but moved it up and down, as though pressing some imaginary buzzer in the air, his fingers outstretched. He was merely thinking of the right word, his head turning this way and that like the word might suddenly be floating in the air somewhere he could see. "Overwhelmed," he finally decided upon. "The city is... too much." His hands found his head and he swayed a bit, as thought he was in pain. "So I have expelled it... from this space." He then made a pushing away motion with both his hands, moving them out from his body.

But then Xenos' head tilted again, his face obscured by the draping hood of his long coat. "How...?" he asked, pointing back in the direction she came. "How... did you enter?"

[loverboybrightsideghost]

shoutout to timebomb for lowkey being the only convincing romance in arcane

[guidingthulite]

i finished yokai gakuen

[alexjcrowley]

Hey is it me or River Cartwright is a kind of shitty spy?

[yappinglit]

YESSS, that's what i like about Bellini, that alongside the fact that he can see that he went too far, that he was wrong.

sure, he's in quite a bad moment, considering the death of the late holy father (and the fact he monitored everyone, which could indicate a lack of trust, even in the people closest to him), the stress of a very decisive conclave, the prospect of taking on the responsibility of being pope (even if one desires it, partly or fully, it is still heavy), or the even worse prospect of severe retrocess in the church, with tedesco as pope especially.

the actual days of the conclave also add to the stress, in general of course, but also because aldo wasn't getting as many votes as they thought he'd get, then there's the pressure to take actions more drastic. wanting to cover up for tremblay's simony was kind of a turning point, especially when he saw thomas actually going through with exposing him. maybe he thought that this isn't like him, at first, but in fact he was willing to go that far, to do things (or not do things, turning a blind eye to a lot) he didn't think he'd do. that doesn't excuse him though, just explains it. it's a tricky situation to be in, and he's human.

AND THEN he recognizes that he was wrong, for himself AND for thomas (after all the poor dean was suffering enough lol, and took a lot of his rudeness), and demonstrated to be willing to not be like that again. we don't get much after vincent was elected so we don't know the full extent of his decision and his future, but i think that's nice, we get him at that point of trying to "restart". i think it's very meaningful that he at least tries. being able to recognize your own bullshit and trying to stay away from it is not something everybody does (even if everybody can). and god knows how much this kind of attitude is necessary like... in life in general in the damned year of our lord 2025 lol.

i also think he was affected by the ✨️benitez effect✨️, meaning after the "you are all petty, mean and [something something] and inshallah i shall never return here ever again" (genius post btw)* he thought "damn, maybe i am", and "maybe politics, even if well intentioned, have blinded us to the point of our religion and our purpose as clergy" (acting like jesus, i'd assume, i'm not a catholic but i think that should be it, acting with kindess and compassion, especially towards the oppressed, those who need it the most). and, after all that, "maybe the holy spirit did help us elect a holy man, as much as possible"

and i believe there's something in the bible about the sheep that went astray and has gone back to the flock, and there's the emphasis of catholicism on repentance, so i think it's interesting that aldo goes through this deviation in his path and "comes back"

(i also really like how some fics and delectatio morosa dealed with aldo's journey in the aftermath of the conclave)

* the academic in me has the urge to quote the post but i'm new to tumblr and this is the way i know how, so here it is:

TLDR: it's important that aldo disappointed the viewers, and it's also important that he disappointed himself

I relly liked Aldo at the beginning but he disappointed me, but isn't disappointment actually the goal here ? A man with convictions and modesty who shows up bitterness and anger when the situation tensed up. Accusing a friend for a crime he's guilty of, getting emotional for not getting what he claimed several times he didn't want. From "I don't want this role and I don't want their votes, let someone else endorse the title" to "If they vote for me it should be because they agree with my values" to "If they don't vote for me it's because you wanted them for YOU" to "It doesn't latter who has the best values as long as we don't end up with the man with the worst ones." He kinda pissed me off at some point and I think that must be right, because that's how it works. People you root for will disappoint you, people close to power will show another face, people changes behavior when they experience stress and frustration. He's only human. They all are.

[icewindandboringhorror]

... why he sit like this

[milfbrainrot]

i feel like i type so much more than is reasonable when i do talk to people but i also don't get to socialize a ton so i just have soooo many words in me and if i'm like, tired or short on time, it is so much harder to restrain to the already-pushing-it point i can sometimes manage ;-;

[forestgreenlesbian]

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[ofgrenvde]

"You know what's funny about therapy bonuses?" Duke said, peering toward Boyd with a slight smirk. "Pretty sure he's gonna bill me overtime for emotional trauma after this." He turned back to Rhea, that thumb still tracing patterns across her knuckles like it had a mind of its own. "And yeah, we're definitely wired wrong. Normal people don't end up having heart-to-hearts in broken elevators." Her offer to let him whisper in her ear made something warm unfurl in his chest, dangerous and tempting. Getting that close to her again would be playing with fire, but honestly? He'd been thinking about fire for weeks now. "Tempting, but Boyd's already traumatized enough for one day." There was something in her eyes though, that curiosity that cut right through all his usual deflections. She wasn't asking for the easy answer or the version of himself he showed everyone else. He was quiet for a moment, thumb still moving against her skin while he figured out how to put it into words. This wasn't territory he usually let people into, but sitting here in the dark with her hand in his, it felt right somehow. Like maybe she'd actually understand instead of just filing it away as another piece of information about him. "There's this kid back in Chicago," he said finally, voice dropping lower. "My nephew, Deshawn. Eight years old, thinks his uncle Duke works construction."

The irony of it hit him every time he thought about it. All this mess, all the careful territory management and late-night meetings, and what really mattered to him was some kid's crayon drawings. "Every month I send money for school stuff, new bikes, whatever he needs. His dad thinks it's insurance money from some accident I had." Duke's laugh was soft, almost self-deprecating. "Kid sends me these drawings sometimes. Stick figures of our whole family, and there I am right next to his parents like I'm just another normal guy." He met her eyes in the dim light, something vulnerable flickering there that he rarely let show. "That's what keeps me going. Knowing somewhere out there, there's this kid who thinks I'm worth drawing in crayon." His voice got quieter, more honest. "Stupid as it sounds, I'd rather be his favorite uncle than run half this city." He’d never confessed this to anyone before, but it felt great to admit it. "There's your answer. What about you? What's the thing that keeps you moving when everything else feels like it's falling apart?"

Rhea’s lips twitched into a small, almost reluctant smile as Duke’s thumb brushed over her knuckles, a simple touch that carried more weight than either of them wanted to admit. “Yeah, chaos does have a way of making the ‘normal’ feel like a bad rerun,” she murmured, her voice low, carrying a hint of wry humour. “Maybe we’re just wired to shake things up… or get shaken up.” Her eyes flicked toward Boyd, noticing his near-invisible attempt to disappear into the corner. “Boyd’s got the patience of a saint—or maybe just a really good poker face,” she said quietly, shaking her head. “Though, therapy sessions weren’t in the job description, I’m sure.” She caught Duke’s glance and the tension in his voice about those ribs. “Ribs heal,” she said softly, “but the rest… yeah, that stuff lingers longer. It’s like carrying around a secret weight nobody sees, and you can’t just pop a painkiller for it.”

When he talked about invisible scars, Rhea met his gaze steadily. “Exactly,” she said. “The wounds you carry inside, the ones that don’t leave a mark on your skin—they’re the ones that make you question every step, every choice.” There was a flicker of something raw and honest in her eyes, the kind of thing she rarely let show. “The kind that makes you tough… but also damn tired.” Her hand squeezed his back, a silent gesture that said more than words could. “We’re not off the hook,” she agreed, a small spark lighting her voice. “And I’m glad you’ve got questions. Maybe this isn’t just about killing time in a broken elevator after all.” She glanced toward Boyd again, offering a half-smile. “Tell him he’s earned his therapy bonus. We’re gonna need it.”

She looked at him thoughtfully, still holding his hand but now with a quieter curiosity in her voice. “Duke... what’s the one thing about your life—something nobody sees or expects—that actually keeps you going? Not the family business, not the tough exterior. I mean, what’s the part of you that you don’t let anyone else touch?” She glanced back at the other man again and lowered her voice, "you can whisper it in my ear if you'd like." Was she tempting fate that way? Allowing him to get that close to her skin once more? Perhaps.Her eyes searched his face, waiting to see if he’d guard the answer or let it slip. It wasn’t just idle curiosity. It was the kind of question that peeled back the surface, the kind that made two people realize maybe they weren’t just tangled in chaos—but maybe they were starting to understand each other.

[david-watts]

youtube keeps recommending me compilations of classic series thomas and I have to admit if it weren't for the fact that I don't like how they omit the opening titles I would probably end up watching them whenever they show up

[yardsards]

living alone is all fun and games til you have a medical emergency and there's no one there to help you to the hospital

[deviousdiesel]

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[moe-broey]

Anyways I hope I'm not just the local Alfonse and Sharena blogger to you, I hope I'm also thoroughly Just Some Guy

[non-un-topo]

I'm being interviewed tomorrow about my job at the library and there is both great fear and excitement in my heart