#idk how to explain it but it makes sense to me

[setyaputra]

@thecubeinmayashand @needlefail @michirulovebot :3

On Friendship.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I literally am my mother’s daughter bc it’s so hard to earn my respect. I thought I was a lot less critical than her about people, but I’m rly not — at least where respect is concerned. I’m certainly more empathetic. I can understand where people are coming from. But it’s so hard to earn my respect. Earning my empathy is not the same as earning my respect. I literally do not know how to explain this beyond this very core revelation I learned on the road trip back home w my friends while listening to a friend on her soapbox about her future goals in medicine

[ahappydnp]

Were you in the boncas audience, or am I making this up? Regardless, would you mind explaining how you felt? I was in the phandom when it happened but fully did not Get It™ like everyone else seemed to. It just seemed “normal” to me (I’ve never not believed they’re together, it’s just “phanproof!1!!” to me was stuff that would be difficult to believe two friends would do & viewed exclusively from an if-i-told-an-outsider-this-would-they-think-couple lens) boncas just seemed to me like…,,, not that big of a deal to me. But i want to retroactively bask in the feels if you don’t mind :)

i was not there no asdadfskgjs i was watching that fucking periscope and refreshing twitter and tumblr and idb

idk it's so hard to explain the vibe! like they said it just felt like a victory lap for them after working their asses off on tatinof and they were running on a high and it was so obvious they were feeling good despite being so busy. like even them deciding to buy camp glittery matching suits for fun because they were finally having Fun with all this stuff!!! and a lot of it came from the confidence they gained doing the tour and meeting fans and the air was just electric that autumn/winter (i mean the boncas were literally a month after post baking universe)

them winning awards was expected but phil calling dan up on stage for his award was insane. you have to remember that this was the era of dan """outshining"" phil in every way and people being constantly upset that phil never got his own moment to be the one in the spotlight. so he finally gets the recognition he deserves being a youtube pioneer in every single sense and also just an incredible creator...and he immediately wants to share it with dan

because it never mattered to him. dan getting more subscribers and more attention and more popularity didn't matter to him. because he loves being dan and phil. in that moment, despite being chronically underrated and underappreciated for everything he'd done for the platform, he wanted to be phil from dan and phil. and the fact that he did it in front of everyone KNOWING we were all watching and would all talk about it for years to come speaks volumes of how far they'd come and how confident they were in each other.

the way dan was shaking his whole body is disbelief but then quickly ran up there because they're dan and phil and the universe would rip in half if they were apart. but then he made a point to come back to the mic and say 'phil lester everyone' because no one wants phil lester to be appreciated and loved more than dan howell.

i think it was a perfect example of who they are and also the turning point in dan and phil vs. the world. and we all saw it live in front of our faces together as a community they built

[bewitched-hours]

Hi again, I have came once again with another of one of my fav ships, if you don't mind much, also this request is be based on your fantasy AU, so can i please request for a...

Yandere! Azuretime x GN! Peasant! Reader?

(two time is the princess and Azure is the prince, use the princess and prince skin for this one)

Fluff and Angst for the reader again

Plot: Where the reader is living on the streets in a village back then alone but now a slave, but then the royalties appeared looking for someone to clean and take care of the castle so they chose the reader as a waiter/maid (whatever you call it)

as time went by, the duo eventually love both of them and made a arranged marriage to make the reader their the king/queen and kept getting fight over but they learned to share as the reader spends time with both of them seperately.

Idk what made i ran out of ideas for this one so i hope this made sense😢

Anyways Bye!☺️

Oh rhaine, you always know how to make such delicious prompts for me to enjoy-

Reader gets They/Them'd as requested kek

Well, you never really had a chance, did you?

No, of course not. You didn't grow up in a good enough family for that.

Hell, you don't even remember growing up with parents, just being taken care of by random other peasants in the village that had to call the streets their home.

And soon, you were one of them.

Filthy, begging, ignored. Who would assume your fate could turn?

At first it began with a new ruling. Those living on the streets would instead be free to grab for the wealthy to take as slaves. You obviously hadn't known but would find out when a nobleman coming for a visit spotted you and picked you up.

You were pretty quickly one of his maids...

On the bright side, most of the maids had similar backstories to yours so you felt less alone and you could all get along.

They taught you how to be a proper maid and clean the nobleman's residence with such care that you stopped receiving punishments. That was good at least...

But life is never so predictable!

The Nobleman was soon visited by a pair of royalties, looking for a new maid to help clean their castle.

You didn't pay them much mind aside from the usual displays of respect and otherwise sticking to routine. It helped keep you from going insane with the nobleman's requests at times...

But they paid attention to you, in great detail even.

Your soft hums that you could've sworn were quiet enough to not be noticeable, your careful placement of the furniture after you were done, it was all painfully obvious to them.

And before the day was even over, the nobleman told you they had decided to buy you out and would leave with you the following morning. Although, you knew it was more of a warning to prepare them the guest room and start packing the few items actually in your position.

And true to his word, you were sent off the next morning in a royal carriage while this royal pair was kind enough to explain what your life will be like in their castle.

You'd be assigned to help the maids in the throne room and dining hall. When there's no cleaning to be done you would have to simply stand by and await orders until there is.

Hell, they even complimented you! Saying you would be a cute addition to their workforce and to feel honoured. Of course, you were already feeling honoured enough to be chosen by royalty.

And true to their words(I'm saying this too much), you were basically there to just clean and look pretty while taking orders.

The other maids were simply beautiful too! They taught you even more than you had previously known and you embarrassingly had to get used to bathing together with them all... On the plus side, you had a giant bathing hall with luxurious beauty products lining the walls.

The maids treated you as a little sibling of sorts. Cooing over how adorable you were and making sure you were just as pampered as them... Were you in heaven???

"My my, [Reader]~ You've got the majesties ruffling quite some feathers~" One of the maids chuckled as she tended to your hair, finding your visible confusion cute.

You looked at the maids in front of you who were all doing each other's hair but obviously aiding in the conversation. "Did I do something wrong..?" You hesitantly asked, relieved when you received quick headshakes from all of them.

"Sweetheart, you're simply too cute~! I can't blame the majesties for fighting over you, I would too if-"

"THEY WHAT-" Your shock made them nearly burst into laughter as another maid chimed in.

"I wouldn't worry about it~ It's kinda romantic having two people fight over you, no?" Her chuckle did not help the pit forming in your stomach.

What if you got executed? What if you end up causing one of them to be executed?? What if-

Another maid quickly came to shush you and ease your mind. "I'm sure it'll be fine! Just don't let them know we told you and spend time with them as usual and this should go over soon..." She hugged you a little, noting how sensitive your skin was as you got goosebumps.

But you decided to trust them and act as though nothing had happened. You spent time with both Azure and Two Time, sometimes even separately, and started noticing the subtle ways in which they attempted to court you. It suddenly made a lot more sense...

Or so you thought... When one night, you were ordered to the throne room instead of joining your fellow maids in your nightly routine.

You were rendered speechless when you found out why.

"We understand this is... Sudden..." Azure tried to stay quiet as he and Two Time held your hands, both enjoying the sight of your flustered expression. "But you should understand that you have this charm to you that we simply can't ignore..."

While he spoke, Two Time brought the palm of your hand gently against their face to leave a kiss on it. You felt like your heart was gonna explode right then and there.

Like bees to a flower, you were chosen to partake in an arranged marriage with them.

You were confused but it wasn't like you could just deny the request...

The ceremony took weeks to plan, but you were only included to help decide on minor choices. You worried it was a test but you noticed it was easy to tell who of them wanted which option and you made sure to pick them evenly, never picking one of them twice over to make it feel fair.

In the meantime, the other maids were giddy over your fate and made sure you only ever looked your best since. You even convinced Azure and Two Time to arrange for the closest of the maids to get assigned as your bridesmaids since they were the closest you had to a family.

But on the day of the ceremony? You were anxious beyond belief, stressing over if you looked good enough or if something might happen while your bridesmaids cradled your pretty little face and wiped away any tears that threatened to ruin your look.

You could only watch the doors as the only guests seemed to be the rest of the personnel in the castle... At least people you recognized then...

Your gaze was like that of a deer caught in a staring contest with a predator when the doors finally did open and in came your beloveds.

One in a stunning white dress that seemed somehow even more stunning than the usual one and the other in a suit that- in combination with the dress- had your face look like a tomato. And they revelled in your reaction as they slowly approached, thinking about all the effort they had put into making sure you were guaranteed to them.

All that you've been left oblivious to. The offers to have you bought out from them, proposals of political marriages- and don't think they haven't threatened any other kingdoms with war for merely suggesting you were any less than they saw you as. Because they have done so countless times.

All to bask in the glory of their victory. Sharing you between each other as they were each granted a kiss before gently placing a custom-made crown upon your head to officially make you royalty as well...

Of course, you'd arrange for your bridesmaids to be your most trusted personal maids. They were still confined to the arrangements for normal maids but they were allowed more freedom to roam and tend to you. You were eternally grateful to them and slept surprisingly well in that giant bed you shared with Azure and Two Time.

Sometimes you'd wonder how you were so lucky...

But you never questioned the lack of backlash or confrontation from other kingdoms... Not that you should, of course~

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[spideyjisu]

SQUID GAME SEASON 3 SPOILER RANT

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whoever was responsible for writing daeho and his fate and the twist this season didn’t know or care about his character at all 😭 they just used him as a plot device to show gihun’s loss of humanity bc daeho would never say the shit he’s saying, the threats and telling gihun it’s his fault everyone’s dead? when would he ever say that? 😭 it just doesn’t make sense to me bc they’re trying to say he was just scared in the rebellion just because, giving no actual reason why (the reason being ptsd made so much sense and had so many signs and would be a much better story. maybe they just don’t gaf about mental health or meaningful character depth idk), but then they have daeho fighting gihun back and provoking him and trying to choke him to death ? if ur saying daeho is a coward how r u gonna try to convince me he’d have the courage to try to kill someone like that? like i could buy it if it was with hesitancy and solely in self defence but no he was shouting things to provoke gihun further and actively choking him, but u just told me he’s just a coward? there’s no consistency. like daeho was one of my favorites and gihun just choked him to death, daeho’s dead and im not crying! im just rolling my eyes and going “huhhh?” 😭 in actuality the character they showed us in season 2 would be overcome by guilt after panicking and not bringing the ammo back and he’d be more likely to die by suicide or self sacrifice, that’s what i thought was gonna happen 😭 he’d never be so hostile like this or try to kill someone especially not someone he obviously looked up to, not bc he’s a coward but because he’s a good person. like they’re trying to tell me his friendliness and caring nature was all an act but i’m really not buying it. i could believe that maybe he lied about being a marine, if they bothered to give a good explanation… like it’d make sense if he pretended and had that tattoo to appease his father but no they didn’t bother to explain that at all and made it seem like he made it all up simply to join gihun’s team which makes no logical sense… god i just hate everything about what they did with daeho. don’t get me started on them wasting hyunju’s potential, i don’t care she should’ve been a finalist, she was the best, most interesting and most worthy character.

[rafeslvbug]

when aurora is like older, how do you think rafe & reader would explain that rafe isn't her actual dad ?

oo urm..kind of complicated of course because of the court case, so i think she’d have to have some minimal understanding there as to why she’s being taken to court with rafe and this guy she doesn’t know. but although sm!reader would try and explain, it makes no sense to a 3 year old (idk forgot her age). so i guess they’d maybe repeat it when she’s older, but she should have vague recollection. so it wouldn’t be such a big hit. regardless, her bio dad isn’t in her life, so the difference is minimal. i don’t know maybe if she’d try and meet her dad when she’s older, though rory strikes me as the type to not want to. because as she sees it, rafe’s always been her dad.

[reyaint]

Mootie do you have any tips for making a language/country/culture I have ideas but it's a lot to write down 😞 and idk how to evolve my language's vocab and grammar in a way that makes sense

for the language I kind of used a bunch of different things. @lalalian has a good post on her account explaining too! but I pretty much just figured out what languages I wanted it to be based on and went from there.

to make it I used a combination of things, I know there's websites and generators. you can also used reddit. which I believe the group is called /conlangs.

honestly the hardest part of making a language for me is making up words.

I also used chatgbt for the haiqin language but now people are recently saying it's bad now to use it so I'm *not* suggesting it.

for the culture I kind of already had the idea, for my haiqin nation anyway. then I looked up stuff to help go into more detail about it. Plus I just mixed different parts of cultures I liked and things that would fit me lmao.

when making haiqin, at least the government I used chatgbt bc I'm dumb and that shits complicated. but I also already had the idea for around two years so I just did my research really.

Edit: realized I made a type😐

[pinksikhewei]

Into The Shadows

Spencer heard the screaming coming from down on the street. So much screaming.

Hotch looked over at Rossi, a confused expression covering his usual stone-cold one.

”What on Earth is going on out there?” Derek questioned, stepping away from the crime scene to look out the window.

It came up so fast that Spencer hardly had time to see it before it overtook him. The shadow; massive and dark and looming

”Hotch?!” He called out, looking to the man as everything went dark.

Then, silence.

Word count: ~1.3k

Content: a loose Marvel x Criminal Minds crossover showcasing Spencer’s shame rooms, hurt/NO comfort but kinda comfort at the end, mentions of character death and whatnot, drugs (dilaudid) ofc, yadda yadda, uhhh idek

A/n: actually crazy work for me to write this but here we go 😭 Idk guys I was reaallllyy brainrotting if you’re reading this you’re actually iconic

Crossposted on Ao3! Notes/reblogs appreciated!

🖤

New York City. Spencer couldn't help but hate it a little bit.

Sure, he was born and raised in the big, bright, blinding glitter gulch that was Las Vegas— but that didn't mean he was completely desensitized to the noise. Especially since he had spent years reluctantly letting the team cater to him, dimming the lights in the round table room, always printing paper copies of case files, keeping the volume low around the office.

He hated it a little more when the team ended up right across from that big, bold, beat up tower; the old Avengers tower.

Sure, he thought Captain America was pretty cool when he was a kid, but people like him didn’t ever make sense to Spencer. He didn’t understand the science of it all. He wished often he had access to the original files from the experiment that made Steve Rogers the way he was, but it wasn’t possible. So Spencer ignored the itch of his curiosity and turned his attention to someone he could explain.

Tony Stark.

Spencer liked Tony. He could explain the man’s gear and most of his inventions in ways that were real and tangible. He could calculate physics and speed and mass; he could grasp ideas and executions of them with his bare hands and understand how they worked.

To an extent, of course. That’s what he liked about it; there was just enough information to feel smart and accomplished while also being able to push himself to learn just a touch more.

He used to dream of seeing that tower in person, but now it was taunting him— a reminder of the heroes the world lost.

It felt a little stupid that the death of Tony had affected him, but it made sense. It felt better when Hotch and Rossi also mourned a little— made him feel less childish.

”Spencer, what are you looking at?” JJ called out to him, holding an evidence bag. “Come on, we need you over here.”

Spencer shook his head to clear his thoughts, turning away from the tower and heading over to JJ. She smiled at him with a sort of funny look, and he smiled back to try and show her he was just fine.

The case was going fine, everything was normal.

Until Spencer heard the screaming coming from down on the street.

So much screaming.

Hotch looked over at Rossi, a confused expression covering his usual stone-cold one.

”What on Earth is going on out there?” Derek questioned, stepping away from the gruesome scene to look out the window.

It came up so fast that Spencer hardly had time to see it before it overtook him.

The shadow; massive and dark and looming.

”Hotch?!” He called out, looking to the man as everything went dark.

Then, silence.

Spencer’s eyes stayed tightly shut, too afraid to look at whatever the world looked like around him. He couldn’t hear the screaming anymore, instead replaced by the sound of crickets chirping and little owl hoots.

He felt a chill breeze, nipping at chapped lips and sweaty hands and— who was that speaking?

Spencer opened his big doe eyes, hoping for his team, but instead a horrifying sight pulled his heart to the bottom of his stomach.

He saw himself, sitting in the fallen leaves with his deep red sweater vest hugging a heavy breathing chest. He saw trembling hands reaching out to press against none other than Tobias Hankel.

Why was he here? More importantly, how was he here?

The overly logical part of Spencer’s brain told him that this was surely a schizophrenic break— it was finally happening.

But it felt so real.

And it kept going, kept playing on like some sick movie that made him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Tobias took his last breath, as he stepped closer to get a better look at the scene.

It was a daze, watching the team pull up and seeing himself fall into Hotch’s arms, but it all grew too clear as he watched them walk away, leaving him all alone with the body.

”Wait,” He called out to the Spencer he was watching. “Don’t do that, just—“

He took full strides forward, shame lurching around in his gut, guilt forming a thick cloud in his mind.

He watched himself lean forward and dig nervously into the pockets of a dead man, swiping the vials of dilaudid.

”Don’t do that!” He shouted, a little more desperate.

He kept walking to himself, getting closer and closer until the man looked up at him, picked up the recently discarded gun, and shot him point blank.

Surprisingly enough, he didn’t feel much of anything until he felt the pure dread full his lungs with the next breath of cold air he took in, finding his feet planted back in the dirt as he was minutes ago.

The scene played again in front of him despite him being frozen in fear, right up until the moment he pushed the dilaudid into his pocket. It just kept going and Spencer was cold and he was scared.

He sank to the ground and wrapped his arms around curled up legs, feeling a tremble wrack his bones as he gave up much quicker than he tended to.

It happened 8 and 1/4th more times before he finally got up from the soil, wiping his tears and ignoring his shaking, and charged for the shack in hopes a fire was still lit inside.

If he was stuck here, surely he could at least be warm.

Oh, god, was he stuck here?

His hand reached the shabby door and as he tugged on the handle, it opened to a dark room and he stepped inside before fully processing what was going on.

This wasn’t right, no. This wasn’t the place it was meant to be.

Spencer wished he didn’t know exactly what he was looking at down to the address.

He turned on his heel to go back to the graveyard, but instead of the door to the shack, he was met with a solid concrete wall.

“Tell her you don’t love me.”

He swore his insides twisted up like a knotted twizzler, he swore his heart had been shot through with a nail gun.

It felt sort of sick when the tiniest wave of relief washed over him as his eyes met Maeve’s face for the first time in so long. For just a fraction of a second, he thought maybe he could stand to stay here, but then he was reminded of what here really was.

”I don’t love her.”

He knew by now, from his quick pattern recognition, not to interfere. Being shot once was enough for him, thank you.

Instead, he made an effort to block out the sound of the gunshot as it blew through Maeve’s head. He curled up in the littlest ball his lanky body could manage and tried not to cry.

Three times. Three times, he heard the shot; heard his own broken sobs. Each time, he felt heavier and heavier with the shame of everything he didn’t do.

He didn't save her, he wasn’t good enough.

Spencer wasn’t sure if he was ever going to see home again, lost in this terrifying loop of the worst moments of his life, and he didn’t even know where it was coming from. He didn’t know how to get out, didn’t know how to stop it.

”Tell her you don’t love me.”

Hands over his ears didn’t do much, it was all so loud.

”I don’t lo-“

Bright lights, loud, loud, loud noises.

”Spencer? Spencer?!”

Emily.

”Emily? Emily, help me!” He cried out, too afraid to open his eyes once again.

There it was, the screaming, the car horns honking. Was this really New York again?

”It’s okay, Spencer,” Was Emily crying? “We’re all okay, we’re back. You’re safe.”

Spencer sighed in a heavy way he couldn’t describe, his body going lax as he tried to keep himself together.

”Maeve,” he mumbled, suddenly missing her a little bit.

”Maeve?” Emily repeated.

”Emily, I’m scared.”

”Me too, Spence. Me, too,” Emily said softly, leaning closer to combat the sounds of crying.

Tears, so many tears.

Spencer wanted to go home.

“Are you real? You’re real, right?” He asked.

Emily hugged him tightly, and he didn’t miss the way she shook like a leaf.

”I’m real, I’m real.”

[stupidlittlespirit]

something about Ford being book smart, but lacking common sense is so... charming (other than the negative side effects of that, ie: giving us space rabies!)

Having to explain a concept that seems like common sense to most, especially in a social context??? He's so awkward it hurts. And I love it

However, an unfair advantage he has is pretty privilege, as well as such an outstanding vocabulary that he's just unintentionally smooth no matter what he says. (IMO THAT PART IS CANON. HE JUST WAS SAYING STUFF IN THE SHOW THAT WAS SO HOT, HIS CONFIDENCE IS DISGUSTINGLY ATTRACTIVE)

Him missing social cues, especially flirting would be so frustrating, but it also would be so much fun to see how far you could push it until he finally caught on. AAAUUGH

Right?? I think it's fun to balance him with that aspect. The canon gives us a glimpse at that but it often frames it as being negatively neglectful, and while I do think he is neglectful at times, there's something really nice about taking the negative edge off of that and making it a bit more of a quirk in some ways.

It's also a nice way to bring him back down to Earth gently, too. He truly believes he's the smartest in the room and in most ways he is so it's understandable, but getting to softly backhand that assertion to him over something he isn't so good on, like emotional intelligence, makes for a good juxtaposition. It's a nice way of reminding him that there's always more to learn, no matter how high your IQ is.

Describing him as having pretty privilege is SO funny ilsjdjkdkdfdsf and true!!!!!!!!!! He is pretty! When I write him, I do really enjoy letting him shine within his area of expertise and letting that confidence come naturally to him, but then snatching it away when he has to step outside of his comfort zone. He comes across as smooth when he's on one about his passions but he comes off the tracks almost in a panicked way when it shifts into the social-emotional aspect of interactions. To me, that's very charming. I really like that he's capable of so much but he falters when he's trying to express himself beyond those limits.

My partner is smart with theory but is also autistic so struggles to handle social stuff, whereas I'm the exact reverse. Stepping in to take over the social reins is really fun for me and I think I end up writing that into Ford and Reader's relationship. Reader is much more social and outgoing than he is, and Ford admires that. Thinking on your feet and knowing the 'right' thing to say is difficult and it's a skill by itself.

For Ford, or at least the way I write him, I think you would have to say it directly to him in order to make him understand. He won't pick up hints particularly well unless you're especially obvious with them, for a number of reasons. He thinks you're listening to him yap on about physics because you like physics and you think he's a good teacher, not because you enjoy his passion or find it attractive. You have to outright say 'god I want you so bad' for him to clock that that's actually why you're listening to him speak. That's not to say he won't pick up on hints ever, but just that it isn't something he consciously looks for so doesn't expect to need to pick it up, if that makes sense.

And I like that. I'm a very direct person naturally and I don't enjoy having to go all around the houses to get someone's attention. I personally prefer being straightforward (tactfully) and have found things work out better that way. So idk, for me I don't want my actions to be read into, I'll tell you if I feel a certain way and go from there. And with Ford, he's kind of ideal in that sense. He seems like the kind of guy who respects directness even if he doesn't like the answer. He doesn't want to be strung along and lied to for the sake of social expectations. That just makes things harder for everyone.

There has definitely been some friction in the MtB universe over that, though.....

[kc-idol]

This is one of the confessions I had posted to a now defunct Aphmau confessions twitter account back in like 2023 (I’ll post the steampunk one later). I was too shy to say it on twitter when I first thought of it so maybe I’ll post this on my twitter too. (This post is all over the place so bear with me here please)

I wanted to add onto it a bit because I’ve been thinking about it recently. The cross we see in MCD isn’t really used for Irene. She has her own symbol (which, fun fact, is a reference to final fantasy and so is her title [found out from Reddit post below; I know the other divine warriors’ titles are also a reference but I can’t find the twitter post])

And this picture has the symbols of the divine warriors:

I’m guessing the cross was something that was just on Garroth’s Minecraft skin. However, I would like to think the cross is associated with Esmund. Kind of like an alternative symbol.

I’ll explain it like this:

As I said in the confession, I think Irene’s religion would be similar to Catholicism. So, Irene is the main person of worship with the divine warriors being like her version of apostles. Ok so, I think these symbols that represent them would only be associated in this particular religion if that makes sense.

However, over time, there was splits from her religion that led to religions around the other divine warriors.

In a religion where Esmund is the main person of worship (so like a part of a MCD version of Protestantism), his symbol would be the cross. I’ve kind of come up with other ones for the rest of the divine warriors:

- Enki: A Book (cuz that’s like a whole thing in Diaries with his search for knowledge, it’s on the wiki lol)

- Menphia: An Axe or Fire (cuz she’s fury, I’ve based this off of her actual symbol cuz it looks like both these things to me but we don’t really know much about her; please tell me if there was information I missed)

- Kul’zak: An Anchor (his title is the wanderer so I imagined he traveled a lot, and you know ships use anchors to stay at one location etc etc, also idk if I remembered this correctly but I could have sworn that they mentioned he like disappeared??? I haven’t watched MCD for a long time so if anything is wrong please tell me, but if this fact is true, I like the idea of “lost at sea” being associated with him)

- Shad: I actually don’t know… I think like a Crow (or a raven idk) would be a good symbol considering his descendants (Aaron and his family) ruled the village of Falconclaw (bird name) and crows are considered a bad omen.

- Going back to Esmund with the cross: The cross in Christianity refers to Jesus dying on it, taking our sins as his own so we can be forgiven (that’s the basis of it); so for Esmund, it fits because he’s the protector, I imagine that he uses himself as a defense so others won’t be in harm’s way (I hope the correlation makes sense, not tryna say he’s like Jesus or anything but you know what I mean, just the symbolism there)

Ok so! How to like connect this all to the idea of different villages practicing different divine-centered religions? Well, I know the lore for MCD and Mystreet as a whole is a bit blurry, especially when it comes to Irene. I’ll be using Hyria’s retelling of events as reference.

After Irene decided to reside in her dimension, I think the world began to change. I think in the regions where certain divine warriors helped the most in, people worshipped them more instead of Irene due to their good deeds. I’m more familiar with the whole Esmund stuff so we’re gonna use that as an example. His descendants literally rule O’khasis, the same goes for Falconclaw (who, while it may seem odd to other villages, worship Shad instead, seeing his as misunderstood).

Speaking of misunderstandings, more Christian symbolism, I don’t think Shad would be like Judas (who is known to have betrayed Jesus). I think Esmund, Enki, and Kul’zak would be in the role of Judas as they went behind Shad’s back. I just thought that could be interesting, idk I don’t really have anything further with this idea. Just the fact that Shad is like the villain but the other divines were selfish in a way (because of their feelings for Irene except Kul’zak; would love to know his reason in why he helped the other two, maybe he really saw Shad as a threat). There’s also another side to Shad (his whole relationship with Irene and their daughter etc).

Um yea I think that’s all I got. I will have to write another post on the whole “Age of Progression” part because that’s a whole other thing that involves discussing Nicole’s steampunk design. Lemme stop before I get into it. Anyways, thanks for reading!

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thinking about how Viva La Vida fits Maximus so well. but in a weird way

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king and harbinger, old and young

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Compiled the Disco Elysium style MGS2 portraits into 1 post!

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More screenshots that killed me while working on that dumb disco stick memepost, but OH MY GOD, THIS ONE ESPECIALLY-

NEFARIOUS CREATURE

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Frank as the most wisconsin mug ever that I got at a rummage sale for a dollar

(@mcr-as-mugs not trying to steal your nachos haha ISNT THIS SUCH A CUTE MUG IM OBSESSED)