#w: theory

[ofcruelheart]

closed to @retrbution / deaw & theo

In the opulent aftermath of the night's opera at the Metropolitan, the air itself seemed to shimmer. The grand hall, a sanctum of art and arias, still whispered with the haunting echoes of 'Per Questo Dolce Amplesso.' Bouquets rained upon the stage like vibrant cascades, fragrant gardens plucked from their roots in homage. Gifts, each a microcosm wrapped in mystery, twinkled under the soft glow of chandeliers. The atmosphere, heavy with enchantment, seemed to weave a spell around the audience, each breath they drew a silent vow to cherish this night's memory like a sacred secret. "Un Dieu, un Deaw," a titled patron might have cried from the seclusion of their box. One god, one Deaw.

Yet, amidst the splendor, a peculiar sensation had haunted Deaw's performance—a persistent, almost spectral tug, akin to a finger delicately unraveling a single strand of hair or a ghostly caress against the cheek. This presence, elusive yet unyielding, remained static through the performance but began to stir as the audience ebbed away. It drew nearer, closer, stealthily, until just a few steps away, where Deaw's gaze lifted to the broad back of a young man, his silhouette outlined by the stage lights. Dark hair, fluid as spilled ink, broad shoulders that spoke of strength.

The urge to interrupt, to confront this pull, was overwhelming, yet decorum held sway. Surrounded by affluent patrons backstage, Deaw turned, seeking solace in the anonymity of the cold evening air. A lump formed in their throat, their hands fumbled for the comfort of a cigarette, their breaths coming in shallow gasps, as if that fleeting encounter had stolen more air than their entire performance.

But then, a flame flickered to life in the darkness, casting a warm, inviting glow. Deaw looked up.

[akascow]

me thinks jayce tried to give viktor cpr bc theres like no other reason that i can think of for viktor to suddenly not have his shirt on when jayce is carrying him HAHA

that or he ripped it off to check for fatal injuries but either way hes def the one who took it off lmao

[hinamie]

big fan of panels where they look like they wld beat me up

[keeperkepler]

under his hand

[yellowvixen]

week 18: still... you?

[lucabyte]

monologue

[palms-upturned]

Frustrates me to no end seeing people say “what’s your alternative to voting blue? Stage a revolution right now? This second? Get real, you’re posting on your computer instead of firebombing walmarts.” I don’t think that you understand what people are actually doing. I know for myself, I’ve been reading more history and theory than I ever have before. I’ve been marching. I’ve been getting involved with labor activism. I’ve been doing strategic research. I’ve tried to archive and share resources. I’ve watched other people do WAY more than I ever have or probably could. I’ve seen people occupy arms manufacturing sites and hold wildcat strikes and disrupt daily life as much as possible. We’ve all seen this happening at unprecedented levels for months now. And most of all, I’ve seen Palestinians telling us, rightfully full of anger, do not ever go back to how things were before. Do not turn away from what’s happening and your own complicity in it.

This is not something that we can vote our way out of. Our state is built on the same violence being inflicted on the people of Palestine. We helped to build Israel. We are still arming it and funding the “war” right now. Even the most half hearted measures from international bodies like the UN to take the bare minimum of a stance against genocide are quashed by the US. As they always have been, our power and resources are used to reinforce imperial and colonial hegemony. That remains the same no matter who is sitting in the Oval Office. And so does our own struggle for liberation. Meaningful change is never, ever going to come from within. We force the change to happen, as we always have.

If you can understand intersectionality, then surely you can understand this: we are not going to free ourselves by sacrificing colonized people. You may vote blue, and for you it could be a matter of life and death. Believe me, as a poor disabled person in a red state who almost killed myself over medical debt, I know the stakes. But I think you have to own the fact that you are empowering perpetrators of genocide and breaking solidarity with colonized people, not even to liberate yourself, but just to bargain with the oppressor for your life. That Palestinians and everyone else who we have harmed are going to be angry and they are more than within their rights. Instead of deflecting by just assuming that no one else is capable of putting their money where their mouth is and actually trying to lay groundwork for change, just do whatever you feel you have to do and sit with the reality of the situation.

Palestine will be free, we will be free, the whole world will someday be free. But for now, this is where we are, and we won’t free ourselves by operating like crabs in a bucket. Get organized, take care of each other, commit to solidarity. Empower yourself and each other rather than the state.

[saytrrose]

HAS ANYONE THOUGHT OF THIS YET PLEASE

[dansemacabre]

(tw unreality!)

ayo new theory just dropped and bad news! the implications are cosmically horrifying

in the bulletin from time baby in book of bill, he says bill is a “danger to narrativity”, and that he risks the fourth wall. this kept bothering me. why reference the fourth wall here? why have time baby reference it? yeah the heaven page and shit is a bit meta, but thats just how bill talks, right? Well i was a fool

when you put “seven eyes” into the lost files site, this warning pops up from the oracle question mark? from journal three:

the therapese at the bottom translates to “set coords for dimension: r34lity”.

and putting r34lity into the website gives us this image:

the text below it reads they found a new home. those are “real” fucking images. the henchmaniacs are in our “reality”. the cryptids page might not have been a goof goof bit- they were “real”. (“real” meaning our reality in the book of bill sense of it but still our reality. is that tracking.)

none of the rest of the cast actually references us as a specific audience, or the fandom, or acts like we know them at all. the cast addresses everything they write to a mystery “reader” who needs to be saved from the book’s influence.

meanwhile, in the book of bill:

because bill’s not talking to a mystery “reader” who’s reading this book.

bill fucking sees us.

bill sees reality. REALITY reality. like this earth the one with alex hirsch and gravity falls the show and tiktok and shit. book of bill is a book in our reality for us the reader. (ie. there’s a reference to “they both reached for the gun” if you put gun in the website, which would only make sense if bill was sentient in this “reality” right now.) and someone is trying to get here to hide from him. maybe they’re already here.

[nikoco11]

Hm

I think.

Ralsei is Kris’s desires to be a monster so badly personified and his light world counterpart is Kris’s red horns from their childhood that Toriel said went missing . . . ?

[foursidecity]

Do you guys ever think about how everytime a character has gotten a baby anklyosaur they've been given a major character arc. Something about the healing power of baby anklyos.

Because I think about it. A lot.

[ofcruelheart]

closed to @retrbution / theory & deaw / the wilder estate, private lab

'Come here. You'll be safe.' They heed the call, though hours have passed since the message first arrived.

The scent of injury is potent here, a sharp contrast to the conflagration they left behind, where fire painted the night sky with its searing tendrils. Here, it is a chill, surgical atmosphere, a stark departure from the inferno.

Bodies lie around, freshly wounded, limp yet stitched, still breathing, suggesting some form of mending. Yet the cold air of the lab and the disregard for the comfort of these living cadavers hint at a different intent: preservation over healing.

They reach out tentatively, hands coated in ash now smeared with blood, fearful of dislodging some vital instrument, of halting the fragile thread of life. Their heart and ears pound with an erratic rhythm, echoing the harrowing realization that someone deeply entwined with their being could be capable of such dreadful acts, of inflicting irreversible damage.

Behind them, the door opens, casting a beam of moonlight that envelops them, a halo or perhaps a searchlight. It illuminates their dark, bewildered eyes, their mouth agape, holding a tumultuous mix of relief, bewilderment, and horror between their teeth.

"You're alive," they breathe. "What have you done?"

[bluejay-makes]

Hairstyle meme for Uriah 🙆🏻

[hinamie]

green

[purgatory-jar]

Not me crying my eyes out at Chris leaving

don't mind me, I'll just be here, drawing away all my feelings

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[getoutofmytardis]

drew these many moons ago in a frenzy. figured i’d fix them up at some point. did not get round to that lol. maybe one day! in the mean time behold my beloved ghosts<3