#capitalism will not fix capitalism

[nando161mando]

Capitalism will not fix capitalism.

[justsmth2]

you know what, after this finale I'll start ship them even harder idc

[dellerose]

guys it's 4 in the morning and I'm plagued by thoughts but I think I fucking connected the dots. I think I know why gaster/mystery caller/whoever cut spamton off

I call it apostate lover theory

so I was watching this video (ABSOLUTELY EXCELLENT VIDEO GO WATCH IF YOU HAVE THE TIME) but to summarize it mentions the theory that spamton was originally going to give tenna the NEO body. and at first, I thought this was a stretch. but...

why DOES tenna know the word NEO?

seriously. as far as I know within the game the ONLY other person besides spamton who talks about the NEO body is swatch, and you could MAYBE extrapolate that the swatchlings and probably queen might know about the NEO body but would have no reason to tell anyone else about it. swatch made it clear that they tried to keep the thing hush hush. and, of course, the obvious person who we KNOW was talking to and working with tenna was spamton who literally prayed to the NEO body nightly while still staying at queen's mansion. he would be the obvious person to tell tenna about it.

why?

why would spamton tell him? why would spamton tell tenna about the NEO body, something he was obsessed with and which we are led to assume he only sought after for himself?

maybe because he did, indeed, want it for tenna, and not himself.

it's important to note that spamton himself says he was never a salesman for the money but for the freedom. particularly freedom from fate.

I can't think of why else spamton would tell him about the NEO body, a body with grand power, created by someone with the desire to be a grand entertainer, which you can upload your consciousness to.

and we know spamton knew of the prophecy, at least the part connected to tenna.

And though people speculate when Spamton knew this, I don't think this is what he was told at the last phone call. Spamton knows so many things about the world of Deltarune that he shouldn't. Parts of the prophecy fit into that. I think he already knew. But wouldn't it tear him apart? Eat him up inside?

Unless he thought that he could circumvent the prophecy by helping Tenna leave TV World.

Spamton spent all his time down there, praying to the NEO body, where he originally found the Shadow Crystal. Why would he be praying, if he was already in communion with a higher being who knew the ins and outs of the world? Almost seems blasphemous. An act of idolatry. Like he was putting his hopes and dreams into the NEO body, hoping it could defy fate. Which is ultimately what he wanted to do once he got the NEO body for himself after losing Tenna.

This is why the phone caller cut him off. Spamton was already defying the natural order, regularly going between dark worlds, promising to teach Tenna technology which would go against his nature. Spamton wanted to defy the natural order just for Tenna. The same man he worked side by side with. Compares himself to. Reminisces about nonstop and wore matching suits with. Who he also wanted to be, which would be so fitting that he took something intended for his partner, who he wanted to be, and took it for himself to try his hand ad vengeance and to show everyone he's better. Wouldn't trying to use the discarded dream of a lightner's desire to be in the spotlight, something basically seen as a sin to emphasize your own feelings over lightners', fit that oh so well?

This is why Spamton is so bitter. This is why he couldn't contemplate kindness or friendship until after being spared in the NEO fight. He tried to love someone so hard it tried to defy the rules of reality as set by the one in charge of this world, for Tenna, and he lost everything because of it and Tenna wrote him off as a liar and a cheat. I would be afraid to think of love as real after that, too.

As the video also points out, there's this moment with Tenna after saying everything is Spamton's fault. This comes right after saying "And where is HE!?" As pointed out, the ellipses here are notable. It could just be a line reaffirming the prior sentences where Tenna is angry, but Toby loves vague ellipses. What if he was saying if only he could get his hands on the NEO body and escape obsolescence, if that's what Spamton had offered him?

I will leave you off with this dialogue from the Spamton NEO fight which may I remind you is full of all sorts of reminiscing about Tenna.

Almost as if he's recalling what he proposed to Tenna. A leap of faith to give him his chance. In a fight where he's trying to rip out Kris' soul for his own... the "I won't force you. I can't. I can't force you." is ever so reminiscent of a caring, genuine question about something significant and important. A life changing decision. A decision to leave together, and never look back. Something Spamton can only conceive of doing for himself now, as an act of vengeance, accomplished through violence.

It wasn't just doomed. Trying to evade being doomed is what destroyed Spamton and their relationship.

[we-are-dogclan]

Moon 68: Week 3

That Sinking Feeling

I bet on losing dogs.

[existennialmemes]

If I had three wishes (based off intent, unadulterated, no strings attached, consensually offered by a genie working as a free agent, in servitude to no one) they'd be as follows:

Cure Poverty- everybody has access to their needs, including rest and leisure.

Immunity to Misinformation- everybody can instantly tell when something isn't true

Curse of Compassion- everybody becomes incapable of not caring about others (this will likely result in many abusers and oligarchs and whatnot ending their lives.)

[thornescratch]

God, I love how completely, unapologetically, joyfully dumb this team is. Can't count to five. Can't remember there are no points in the playoffs. Can't figure out a straight line for the count-down board. All they do is bark and eat paper and make out with each other and it's great.

[starlight-eclipsed]

Candid photos never turn out well.

It's happening, everyone! We've made it to the end :D...kind of.

Legato's new outfit (+ annotations) under the cut ^-^

[ratandrelaxationtime]

Every time Dan or Phil tag Phan an Angel gets its wings

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

DPxDC Prompt

Thinking back on it, Danny probably should have been more wary of being given the title ‘Ender Of Timelines’.

[sapphosweirdkid]

can someone give me byler canon and social skills. and also a lot of money.

[fatedroses]

Baby Zenos being curious of everything means Atticus can't skip out on tuning anymore and Solus gets extra hands for some of his tools.

[stone-stars]

here is a post with the lyrics for every song from lullabies for the wild side! (thanks to alli @operationslipperypuppet for transcribing half of these)

Serpent’s Serenade child, don't listen to their words you're not a monster no matter what you've heard you're everything i dreamed you'd be a miracle to me they don't get to tell you what you're worth

darling, you're native to the night so take these wings i gave you and take flight don't ever be ashamed of your claws, your bite, your strength they don't get to tell you who you are

honey, don't ever change a thing your fire breath, your many heads, your poison serpent sting just because they're afraid doesn't mean that you have strayed they don't even get to have a say

i can not give you their love but i can make you strong and brave and i can make you tough their swords and arrows cannot pierce the hide of one so proud, so fierce they don't get to tell you who you are

they tell you you're a prophecy but you're a possibility they don't get to tell you what to be and let them write their histories clinging to their legacies you and me, we know just what we're worth

The Moon’s Elegy Oh, how I love you, though you’ll never know. Anywhere I go I’m in your shadow. No, I will never find the nerve to broach, anywhere you go I will follow.

‘Cause we share a sky but I still can’t seem to catch your eye. And try as I might, I’m a pale reflection of your light. I tied my life to your chariot of fire— why? Oh, why?

And the prettiest nights are the ones I cry the most, teardrops turn to stars and start to glow. And an endless chase of your golden blaze I go, hiding just behind but all alone.

Cause we share a sky but I still can’t seem to catch your eye, and try as I might, I’m forever half a day behind. I crave your light like a moth to the fire— why? Oh, why?

And you burning brightly and me so blue, how can I get close to you? And you with your fire and me with my gloom, what’s a moon supposed to do when everyone wants to be with you? That’s why I’m so blue.

Ballad of a Green Knight Darling I can’t see you anymore, I’m afraid they’ve summoned me to war. Promises I have made to the Queen and to the Fae, and I intend to keep ‘em with my sword.

Darling if I never make it home to you I’ll visit you as butterflies and dew. In another place and time, I swear I would have made you mine But I have got a duty to strike true.

Green though I be, remember me, and who I could have been if we lived in peace. Married my blade to the fate of the Fae, traded my days for honor and fame.

Green be my steel, be my bow, be my shield, Pledged to defend the vine and the hedge. Remember me when the leaves, and the breeze, and the trees start to tease the first breath of spring.

I would’ve loved to pledge myself to you, but that is not the world that I was born into. A knight is always forged in the crucible of war, And that is what I gave my word to do.

So I will fight with all my verdant might, the blight of night will never dim my light. Though the memory of you makes me turn a shade of blue, a Green Knight has a duty to the Wild.

Green from my head, to my toes, ‘till my death Pledged to protect the vine and the hedge. Green is my blood, I’m sorry my love, remember us after I’m gone.

Oh, that I could be in love and be good, But I made an oath to the fields and the wood. So think of us all when the snow starts to fall, and though we may fall, the order lives on.

Darling, in another place and time I’d have been content to make you mine. And in the dream of death, I’ll dream the life I could have had if I hadn’t pledged myself to hedge and vine.

A Gloaming Lullabye In the gloaming of the night court, the queen calls you to sleep, she blankets you with moonbeams, she beckons you with dreams. So surrender to her majesty, and heed the queen’s decree, she’ll swaddle you in starlight and beguile you with peace.

So meet me in your dreams and we will never be apart. I promise I will find you in the shadows and the dark. The day is gone, the nights are long, and this is just the start. So meet me in between the moon, the galaxies, and stars.

As the scene begins to set, the queen collects her debts. She comes to you with heavy lids to tuck you into bed. As the day turns into night, the queen demands a tithe, you cannot run, you cannot hide, but you can close your eyes.

So meet me in your dreams and we will dance across the sky, a minuet, our heart’s duet, a tango improvised. And who’s to say what lays in wait when day turns into night, so look for me in your dreams, I promise so will I.

And when the sun returns, we’ll savor all we learned; the tutelage of dreams, the alchemy of sleep. And if we spent our dreams in pleasant company, then you will wake in harmony.

So meet me in your dreams, cause I can’t get enough of you. I’ll climb the stars, I’ll scale the moon, there’s nothing I won’t do. And when we meet in sleep so deep, I think that you will find, the day is nice, but nothing beats the night. The days are nice but, oh my god, the nights.

Winter’s Mantle Winter’s Mantle, heavy with fur and snow Icy, still, until the north wind blows Frost on the panes, darkness pervades, rest my pretty babe

Flowers grown shy, dirges and lullabies

Rest, my darling, there’s no work to do Sleep, my child, night is calling you

Sunlight estranged, darkness remains, rest my pretty babe Flowers grown shy, dirges and lullabies

The Giant’s Lover gather round the giantess, beaming with tale to tell listen as she weaves her web of a lover that did excel, small though he was, the way that he loved was enormous stature be damned, he was two times the man that a giant was

met him down in irondeep, sailor of sky and sheet navigated expertly her every last giant need never before had a lover performed like this tour de force titans and ogres rendered mediocre by this tall dwarf

small folk, big fun, sure-foot, hard-won giant lover like no other thick of quad, colossal heart, his size belies a huge surprise

so she waits by window side, dreaming of his return never to be satisfied, inside her his memory burns smallfolk take heed, this tall dwarf has pleased with enormity a small folk she met but a titan she wept for when hardwon left

[thornescratch]

I love how this has evolved from the "Who would you call for bail?" question consideration of "which of my teammates has the most money to fix shit" to "which of my teammates is going to actually pick up his phone?"

[graviticseer]

demonsona made it to artfight 💘i didn't think she would but yay!!!

[buckframe]

part 2/? Ryliver problematic age-gap AU

[part 1]

oliver is no fool and he's not blind. but he has a moral code he hasn't broken since he started working in the industry and he's not gonna break it now no matter how enticing ryan looks when he's fluttering those dark curled lashes at him, wetting his lips and touching Oliver's arm. he can't. he doesnt entertain it. He keeps it friendly but professional despite ryan showing up at his doorstep, a little tipsy and looking like sex on legs-there was some afterparty to celebrate something or someone, oliver couldn't comprehend it even if ryan was coherent enough while explaining it. so oliver feeds him some leftovers and a lot of water and makes sure he has a pillow under his head and nice, fluffy blanket over him when he falls asleep on the couch, Bear curled up at the foot of the couch, sound asleep. another time it's at Oliver's house that they're celebrating ryan getting picked to be on the cover of [magazine name] and maybe after the 4th glass when they're sprawled on the couch oliver finds the courage to ask what that scar is from on Ryan's lips. and the on one on his chin. are they one scar? maybe he traces it with his thumb while Ryan is telling the story, faceplanted on asphalt while trying to do tricks on his friend's expensive new bike, he was 14. oliver thumbs at the now faint scar and imagines what it would feel like under his own lips.

later that night when oliver is tossing and turning in his bed (alone, thank u very much. ryan is set up in the guest bedroom where he may or may not have a toothbrush and few changes of clothes) he can't stop wondering. why would ryan even want him. listen, oliver isn't insecure about his looks or have any doubts about his self worth but. he's not that famous. he doesn't have that many connections to be worth all this effort for Ryan to keep coming back. this kid could have anyone. it's... ludicrous. he could've been out there celebrating with the other models at whatever expensive hotel he chose and invite half the town. people would show up.

and eventually, ryan does gives up. he dissappears. Doesnt call. Doesnt return calls. And oliver is worried but he shakes it off bc what can we do? If the kid doesnt wanna see him, he doesn't wanna see him. maybe he found someone his own age to hang out with. someone worth his while. oliver doesn't fall asleep every night thinking about ryan in bed with some bald producer in some mansion. or sprawled naked in a giant messy bed along with 4 other bodies in an expensive hotel room. and he tries really fucking hard not imagining ryan in trouble. alone and scared. calling for him. nope. he doesn't have nightmares about it and definitely doesn't wake up gasping for air and covered in cold sweat.

weeks later, maybe months, ryan shows up at oliver's door out of nowhere. it's already dark outside but even the darkness outside doesn't hide all the blood and bruises on the boy. Oliver rushes him in without asking any questions. not yet. he's not limping at least, his legs may be the only part of him that aren't bleeding or completely covered in bruises. his lips, cheeks, left eye, collarbone and both knuckles are painted red and purple and oliver starts patching him up immediately. maybe he's picked up a thing or two from playing a medical professional for a decade on tv. they don't talk, but oliver notices that all ryan has with him is a small bag that's seen better days.

Ryan wants to dig his own nails into his palms but his knuckles are fractured and it hurts too much to make a fist. Oliver is being so damn gentle as he dabs disinfectant on the cuts and wraps his arm in bandages. he half-expected oliver to shut the door on his face. no, ryan knows oliver wouldn't. he's a god damn bleeding heart. but this silence? he didn't expect. or the careful attentiveness. ryan can't take it. he's on the verge of tears. "Arent you going to ask?" He finally says under his breath while oliver is wrapping his broken knuckles. Oliver shakes his head and shurgs." You'd tell me if you wanted to. I didn't wanna put you in a position to lie."

"I'd never lie to you" ryan says so fast, his eyes round and glassy as he looks up to oliver and he hates himself for being like this. so eager to be good for oliver.

It takes oliver's breath away, how beautiful ryan still is despite all the tears and wounds. So he asks. "What happened?"

"I ran out of money and i was abt to get kicked out of my studio so I started fighting. And underground gig."

the words feel like a gutpunch to oliver. he knew ryan used to do mma but not competetively. and certainly not for money. ryan, sweet, beautiful ryan fighting in some filthy underground club, getting punch and kicked..."Why? I thought you were gonna be working with Jerry in his next project."

Ryan turns his face away, avoiding Oliver's eyes. "I didnt want you and your friend's charity. Or your pitty"

"Ry, what are you talking about? I never pittied you and when i feel particularly charitable i donate to [name of charity for homeless and animals]"

Ryan is out of the his seat despite everything hurting in his body. "Then why wouldn't let me... pay you back? If it wasn't charity." it's the one thing ryan hasn't been able to figure out. he's never met anyone who didn't want to fuck him and it's almost never a good thing. but he's never been rejected before, not like this. and he knows oliver isn't straight, he came out as bi publicly years ago. so why wouldn't he just take what ryan was offering him? was it because he saw the truth about ryan? saw him for what he really is? because Oliver is the only one who's come even close to knowing him. is he that disgusting that oliver couldn't even stomach—

Oliver insists “The good I do for you isn’t transactional. I don’t treat you kindly because I expect favors out of it— Ryan. I don’t have some score to keep. I’m an honest man with an honest heart.” And he bites his tongue before saying something about how if Ryan wants to engage like that with him, he wants it to be true. He doesn’t want obligation, he doesn’t want it to be some twisted manifestation of self-harm. He wants Ryan to want it just as badly as he does.

Ryan goes quiet again after that. They eat together in silence and Ryan is knocked out on oliver's bed after taking some painkillers oliver gives him. oliver needed to lend him some of his own clothes and help him dress. he's is gonna order some new clothes for him later since Ryan's old clothes are all torn and bloody. oliver makes and exception and lets the dogs sleep next to ryan even though theyre typically not allowed on the bed because they refused to leave ryan's side. So oliver goes and sleeps in the guest bedroom, or at leasts pretends to by closing his eyes. but all he sees behind those lid is ryan bleeding and broken in a dirty cage.

Meanwhile ryan is dreaming abt oliver making love to him, enveloped by oliver's scent on the sheets around him...