#YOU CAN PRY THIS BELIEF OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS

[djcarnationsblog]

Yes I do think the leos should get to wear jumpsuits. Just as a lil' treat

[meeeeebgan]

Now that we've had A Moment to digest the finale can we talk about Aziraphale turning the Bentley YELLOW????

Sure we could see it as golden like halos or other angelic motifs but nothing happens in this show that doesn't have multiple meanings.

And you can pry the belief that he changed the color to match Crowley's eyes out of my cold dead hands thank you very much

[lillazyboithings]

thoughts on different rtc ships?

I'll start listing off all the RTC ships I can recall, by that, I mean EVERYTHING

Nischa (Noel x Mischa): OTP, my beloveds, you can literally see how much I love them just by scrolling through the nischa tag on my blog

Spacedolls (Ricky x Jane/Penny): they're okay, they vibe together, I like it, they're like little skrunklies that I put in a cage and feed cookies to

BlackRose (Constance x Ocean): I'm sorry but no, just no, no thank you, not even my cup of tea but I will respect if you ship it anon, whoever you are

Perfectdolls (Jane/Penny x Ocean): also okay with it, pretty cool! They're like character foils of eachother

Mischalia (Mischa x Talia): also cool, there's also an understandable canonical basis for it the same way nischa has, also literally has a song so fbsnvdnsvenw

Sugardolls/sugarsheep (Constance x Jane/Penny): love it, they're my beloveds, pry it off my cold dead hands you cretins /j

Sugarspace (Ricky x Constance): absolute cuteness overload, they're like a domestic couple, I love it

Spacerap (Ricky x Mischa): not my cup of tea but I can see the appeal, they're cute actually, they're homies, they definitely hang out together

Starrypoet/HornyBoys (Ricky x Noel): also not my cup of tea, but I really like the dynamic that they have, like they both use their imaginations to be someone else, there's potential, also hella gay /pos ( laughing my ass off because horny boys is a funny ship name, congrats on the bonus points for this)

Topcomment (Mischa x Ocean): pretty cool ship despite not me seeing much content for it, it's like good girl x bad boy, I'm sure there's people out there who really love it but for me? No, I don't like it. It's cool but just no.

SoundCloud/Candyrapper (Constance x Mischa): also pretty cute but I see them more as siblings than a couple

Rosenpotts/gingerspace/perfectspace (Ocean x Ricky)(idfk what you guys are called AUGH): also kinda no on this one, but I will respect your opinion if you want to ship it. They're more friendly that coupley in my eyes

Perfect angel (Ocean x Tammy): I do not see potential for it, ocean and Tammy definitely have a frenemies dynamic because of their belief systems

Perfect bride (Ocean x Talia): how??? Ocean is literally the one to say that Talia is fake, I mean, I will respect your opinion but just know I will stare at you like I will be studying you as part of my research project next year.

Perfect love (ocean x hank): no, hank is already dating her cousin in some canonical iterations

Perfect rap (ocean x corey): pretty hilarious, same comments as topcomment but more to the left, also to whoever wrote that one fanfic I saw for them on ao3, shout out to you

Perfect bugs (ocean x trishna): I don't see potential, sorry. They're just not the right people the other would date

Frenchrap/Norey (noel x corey): I love them, they're the kind of couple to be MESSY. THE DRAMA. Comedic fr fr (helps that this is technically a predecessor to nischa)

Tragic Love (noel x hank): I don't think these two would go well together tbh since there's not much in common (lack of hank content)

Rap Dolls (Mischa x Jane/Penny): I kinda also don't see potential with this, they're more like chaotic siblings in my eyes tbh but if you ship them, good on you

Rap Angel/Angel Accent (Mischa x Tammy): guys, what??? To the 0.01% who ship this, I need to know who you are, scratch that, come here I need to study you under a microscope

Love Rap (Hank x Mischa): I'm praying for you and your one way trip to rarepair hell because oh boy, I'm so sorry for you and its lack of content (for everything hank is involved in, in general)

Rap Battle (Mischa x corey): the ride or die duo, these dudes will literally get each other arrested, and would release shitty rap together

Rap Bite (Mischa x Astrid): What??? Huh??? I am questioning your life choices to whoever ships this (not in a judgemental way, more like I'm genuinely curious what's going on inside that head of yours) anyways rarepair hell to you

Rap Bug (Mischa x trishna): same thing as LoveRap, there's also kinda no dynamics to base these two off so I can't really see anything for it

Angel Cats (Tammy x Ricky): okay, cute, I will respect that but there's also kinda something conflicting between Tammy's Religious beliefs and Ricky being SABM

Space Bride (Ricky x Talia): ???????? Huh ??????? Okay, questionable, maybe online relationship? Rarepair hell either way, I'm sorry

Space Love (Ricky x hank): okay, understandable, nothing much to say about them tbh

Space Battle (Corey x Ricky): really? Horny boys part 2? /J. Okay but in all honesty, I feel like it wouldn't mingle well together unless you want it to have the same dynamic as SpaceRap

Cat Bite (Ricky x Astrid): maybe?? No??? I can't see potential, down to the rarepair hell for you

CD player (penny x Tammy): you guys really went ham on these two when y'all read the Legoland script, I like it lmfao

Love Dolls (Hank x Jane/Penny): rarepair hell to you

Battle Dolls (Corey x Jane/Penny): and you

Doll Bite (Astrid x Jane/penny): and also you

Bug Dolls (trishna x Jane/penny): okay I can see potential, girlies are just curious of the nature around them, just one is curious about bugs while the other is curious about life itself and why she's there-

Bride Dolls (Talia x Jane/penny): rarepair hell to you as well

Sugar Angel (Constance x Tammy): Sweet (pun intended), also very domestic in my opinion

Sugar Battle (Constance x corey): rarepair hell to you, also I don't think constance would love being in a long term relationship with this sleazebag rapper

Sugar Love (Constance x hank): Cute, but also rarepair hell to you

Sugar Bite (Astrid x Constance): rarepair hell, also if we're basing off fanon + canon depictions, I don't think they'd be a good match with each other

Sugar Bugs (Constance x trishna): domestic, fluff potential, adorable, no judgement on my part

Digital Cafe (Constance x Talia): shout out to zolarianstarman for unintentionally making me see how cute this ship is

Love Angel (Hank x Tammy): I think I can see potential with the boy next door x religious girl type, not the best pairing though but oh well

Love Battle (Hank x corey): it kinda like a vague predecessor to spacerap if you think of the timeline as to how the characters got to where they are. But I feel like they'd be more on homies than dating

Love Bite (Hank x Astrid): canonically engaged, beautiful (cut) song, I love them

Love Bride (Hank x Talia): rarepair hell. No exceptions

Angel Battle (Corey x Tammy): dayum, the "I can fix him" couple but it's a shitty YouTube rapper and the very religious Catholic girl

Battle Bite (Astrid x corey): the only way Astrid is gonna even touch Corey is kicking his balls and punching him, I rest my case, they're siblings, your honor

Battle bugs (Corey x Trishna): I can't see the potential, I'm sorry, rarepair hell to you

Battle Bride (Corey x Talia): also rarepair hell, I literally cannot see anything for this

Angel Bite (Tammy x Astrid): so the pink soft girlie x "I bit my cousin with no regrets" girl, got it

Bug Bite (Astrid x trishna): cute, I can see potential, a girlie interested in bugs and her vaguely European girlfriend who would love to listen to her talking about bugs

Bride Bite (Talia x Astrid): rarepair hell button has been pressed, no more other comments

Bug Angel (trishna x Tammy): I feel like this would work out I think? This is kinda normal tbh

Bug Bride (trishna x Talia): rarepair hell to you, I'm sorry but it's true

Angel Bride (Tammy x Talia): ah yes, we're shipping the two girlies who have not made any canonical appearances in their respective musicals besides mentions from the established characters there

Electricity (Karnak x Virgil): guys, why are we shipping the rat and the fortune teller? Funny, but I question us as a fandom sometimes LMFAO

Polychoir (basically all 6 of the main characters): cute, but noel stays platonic with the girlies, okay?

PerfectSugarDolls (ocean x Constance x Jane/penny): girlies squad assemble be like

SpaceRapDolls (Ricky x Mischa x Jane/penny): chaos trio, no more comments, your honor

SugarSpaceRap (Constance x Ricky x Mischa): I mean...sure??? Okay? You do you pooks

Nischalia (noel x Mischa x Talia): I like it, Noel and Talia would definitely be best friends, and do rock paper scissors on who keeps Mischa for the weekend (loser keeps him/j), also Mischa has two hands, of course this is possible

PerfectEggDolls (ocean x Mischa x Jane/penny): I'm sorry but are we seriously gonna let Ocean practically date(babysit) two of the most chaotic beings in that choir?

TragicSpaceRap/Escapism trio (Ricky x Noel x Mischa): they need to get out of uranium together tbh, I don't make the rules, get them outta there

PerfectSugarSpace (ocean x Constance x Ricky): okay, understandable? Maybe? I respect your opinion tho

PerfectSugarAccent (ocean x Constance x Mischa): respectfully, I can't see potential, I'm sorry *presses rarepair hell button*

Stargirls (Ricky x Jane/penny x Constance x Tammy): the ship name sounds like they're all in a band together omg, but yeah, it's cute in my eyes, whoever ships this, you guys are chill

PassionFrenchRap (Corey x Noel x Mischa): LMFAO noel and his two rapper boyfriends, bro literally got duplicates of the same boyfriend

FrenchPassionSlutCats (Corey x Noel x Mischa x Ricky): hectic. That's all I'm gonna say, they're all hectic and gay together, good on them

LuckySugarStars (Jane/penny x Constance x Ricky): aweee they're so adorable together guys, I can't, help me, dhsnshsnhwje

LoveBugBite (Astrid x trishna x hank): yes, cute, adorable fr fr (Winona if you're reading this, you have definitely influenced me)

Special mention:

Mookie (Mischa x Cookie): perfection, 10/10, I refuse criticism, the highschool version of the script definitely influenced this.

Noel x Any girl: fuck you (in a negative way), he's canonically gay and if I see you ship him like that outside of platonic ones, I'm sending you GAY to hell.

Tags: @joeseventies (credits to them for the master list doc of all the ship names), and @witchstormm because you asked me to, have fun reading

I'm so sorry anon if this took so long to answer but here you go

[hughungrybear]

Name four songs that you consider YOURS. Songs that no one else understands like you. Songs that they can try to pry from your cold dead hands.

Tagged by @imlivingformyselfdontmindme. And because the original rule says only four, I would do just that (mostly because I'm too lazy to list more than that lol 😁)

These are my go-to songs whenever I feel life is giving extra scoops of sh*t. Also, these songs are old (leave me alone lol). However, their lyrics are those that I can almost always relate to the most. In this exact order:

Apoy (Fire) by Greyhoundz

It is such a shame that Spotify does not carry this song. It is my go-to whenever I feel depressed. The song talks about the lure of self-destruction and the singer's appeal to those listening to hold tight to their ideals/ beliefs/whatever makes them truly happy.

Original lyrics with English translation: Tatalon ka na ba mula sa sinasakyan na nagdala syo sa taas para lang magpakalunod sa bisyo o sa luho Are you jumping from the vehicle that has taken you up high just to drown yourself in vices and luxuries? Bibitawan mo na ba paniniwalang nagdulot sayo ng saya para lang magpakabaliw sa pansamantalang aliw Will you let go of the belief that made you happy just to go crazy in the pursuit of quick pleasure? Sunog lang ng sunog...(6x) Just keep burning...(6x) Kapit ng mahigpit kapatid, kapit ng mahigpit kapatid ...wag kang bumitaw... Hold on tightly, brother, don't let go... Bat kaba lumalayo sa mismong kadugo kailanman di ka iniwanang nagluluksang mag-isa Why are you distancing yourself from your own blood who has never left you to mourn alone? Nakalimutan mo na ba halaga nila bat ka ba sumusuko sa mga pagsubok na di mo naman ikamamatay di ba Have you forgotten their worth, why are you giving up on challenges that won't even kill you, right? Dapat lalo kang tumitibay You should become even stronger Sunog lang ng sunog...(6x) Just keep burning...(6x) Tulong pahingi ng gamot para wag ng malito kahit wala munang sagot Help, give me medicine to avoid getting confused, even if there's no answer yet Tulong pahingi ng gamot kahit panandaliang lunas para lang kumalma Help me, give me some medicine, even if it's just a temporary cure to calm me down Bat kaba nagpapasunog sa sarili mong apoy...(10x) Why are you setting yourself on fire...(10x) Kapit ng mahigpit kapatid... kumapit ng mahigpit kapatid... wag kang bumitaw Hold on tightly, brother, don't let go

2. Alive by Pearl Jam

I guess you are now sensing a theme here lol Yes, I was emo-punk rock even before it was a thing 😅

3. Across the Universe by The Beatles

It's trippy, the lyrics flow like a goddamned poetry, and listening to it makes me feel things.

4. Only Happy When It Rains by Garbage

I dunno why but I am sincerely happier when it rains as opposed to when it's sunny out there. Like giddy happy.

Tagging @lost-my-sanity1, @telomeke, @dribs-and-drabbles, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @plantsarepeopletoo, @sparklyeyedhimbo, @lurkingshan, @waitmyturtles, and anyone who would like to play this game.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

🕸️⏰!!

YEEEAAAAHHHHHH BUDDIEEEE (literally buddie... i have... brainrot)

Here's the time loop buddie one:

-

There’s an air of unease about Buck the second the alarm bell sings it's old familiar song. His clenched jaw, the tension sat stubbornly in his shoulders as they ride to the scene.

"Everything good, Buckley?

The tight smile Buck gives Eddie to accompany his wavering, "Yeah, fine," does not convince him in the slightest.

-

aaaaaand of course SpiderMan!Davey my beloved

“What’cha working on?”

“Homework. Physics.”

David perks up. “Physics!” he declares. “I’m great at physics! Let me see.” 

“I thought math wasn’t your strong suit?”

David glares in disgust. “Physics is not math.” 

Jack looks down at his workbook, tilting his head to the right like a confused golden retriever. “Sure gotta lot of numbers in it.”

“Physics is not math,” David repeats, “and you can pry that belief from my cold, dead hands.”

Jack sighs and throws his shoulders up in a shrug, turning the textbook over to Davey and placing the pencil in front of him. "Alright, give it a go."

"Oh no, I'm not doing it for you."

Jack's jaw drops in awe and confusion. “You’re the one who offered to help!”

“Exactly. I offered to help. Not cheat.”

Jack groans. “Please?”

“You’ll never learn if I do it for you.”

-

Okay okay this was fun!!!! Might have to do another when i run out of asks to motivate me lmaooooo

[the-writing-artist]

I Noticed a Disturbing Pattern

Here are all the times the group has turned on Jeremie when he does not deserve it (because sometimes he does need a reality check). I'm including the circumstances behind each time, as well as if the others apologize or not.

~Season 1~

"Image Problem": Clone!Yumi tries seducing Jeremie to convince him to arrange a mission to Lyoko so the clone can destroy the scanners. Odd and Ulrich stumble upon the scene and Ulrich takes it the wrong way, refusing the listen to Jeremie when he tries to explain. During class, it's evident that Odd has taken Ulrich's side, given how he sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry at Jeremie. // Do the others apologize?: No, but Ulrich does hear Jeremie out when he tries to explain. Jeremie's the one who has to apologize, even though it was clone!Yumi who incited the incident, and Ulrich reacts because his jealousy.

~Season 2~

"X.A.N.A.'s Kiss": XANA uses a polymorphic clone to sow discord within the group, and he begins by taking Jeremie's form and kissing Heidi. Ulrich and Odd stumble upon this. Despite his insistence that such an event happened, the only one of his friends that stays by Jeremie's side is Yumi, who is ostracized by the group the exact same way for the exact same reason. // Do the others apologize?: No. Not that we see, at least. The group does come to understand that it was a XANA attack the whole time, but apologies needed to be said here, on all sides. All XANA did was use their images to kiss other people; the fault rests on the group for turning on each other so quickly.

"Franz Hopper": XANA uses the image of Franz Hopper to target Jeremie, blaming him for the scanners causing cell degeneration and the destruction of his diary on Jeremie. Only Aelita stands up for him, but he receives no interference from the others when walking away from the so-called "final mission". The others remember they have brains, however, once the fake Hopper double-crosses them and they find the activated tower in Sector 5. // To the others apologize?: Off-screen, but yes. It needed to be on-screen, though, and you can pry that belief from my cold, dead hands.

~Season 3~

"Aelita": Despite not intending to hurt her (and the fact that he's already searched every inch of Lyoko for her father), Aelita is so mad at Jeremie that she and Odd go to Sector 5 behind his back. // Do Aelita and Odd apologize?: No. Not that we know of. Hate me all you want, but Aelita needed to apologize for this.

~Season 4~

"Maiden Voyage": While the others are stuck in the Skid, Jeremie must scale the roof of the dormitory building to get the CD to fix the program that bugged up the Skid. Jeremie doesn't tell the others, figuring they would never believe him, but when Odd managed to correctly guess what Jeremie did, clearly joking, none of the others believe him, due to the absurdity of it. // Do the others apologize?: No, not that we know of. (I know this one's mild compared to the other examples, but I'm still counting it, because I believe he doesn't deserve it.)

"Replika": Aelita and Odd plan to fake kiss to get Nicolas and Herve out of the factory, and it works (despite the two throwing childish insults at each other all episode). At the end, they've made up, but their fake kiss doesn't sit well with Jeremie, and they know this. However, the two only tease him with "Well, Einstein has learned what it means to have an open mind!" // Do Aelita and Odd apologize?: No, not that we know of. (Again, this one's mild, but I'm still counting it, because Jeremie does not deserve it.)

"Cousins Once Removed": Jeremie's cousin Patrick comes to visit, and Jeremie's not happy about it, due to feeling jealous because he believes Patrick is so much cooler than him. Not only do the others immediately flock to Patrick, calling him "a better looking Einstein", but when Jeremie explains his story to Aelita, not once does she show sympathy for his feelings. // Do the others apologize?: No. The narrative just paints Jeremie as the bad guy when they already had the snooping Sissi and hacker Herve. (Before anybody points it out, yes, I do admit that Jeremie needed a reality check; he shouldn't have treated his cousin like that. But Jeremie's feelings are one-hundred percent ignored here, by his friends no less, and he does not deserve that.)

~Evolution~

N/A

No, I don't have a point with all of this, nor a theory. I just wanted to point out this concerning pattern that Evolution thankfully gets rid of. I can't help but wonder, though, why this pattern exists.

Feel free to add to the list if I missed anything.

[stevethehairington]

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon for eddie!

ty for sending this in!! this is a fun one!!

likes:

his favorite movie genre is horror, the gorier the better too (and he says he hates romance movies, BUT that's a lie and his guilty pleasure movies that you can pry from his cold dead hands (too soon? dfjksd jk jk he is ALWAYS alive and well in my mind <3) are when harry met sally and you've got mail (he's got a soft spot for meg ryan okay? she just GETS to him.) (also YES ik these movies come out way later but whO CARES HE'S ALIVE TO SEE THEM SO.)

his favorite food is lasagna, specifically the lasagna that wayne made for him the very first night eddie came to live with him. wayne isn't the best cook and he doesn't like to do it much, but if there's one thing he KNOWS in the kitchen it's how to make a damn good lasagna.

eddie also GREATLY enjoys breakfast for dinner, it is one of life's simple joys and he indulges in it whenever he can.

he also likes chaotic food combinations (e.g. syrup AND hot sauce on his scrambled eggs, bananas on his pizza, if he liked pickles (he doesn't) he'd be into pickles and peanut butter), also not a weird combination but he is definitely that bitch that dips his french fries in his ice cream/milkshakes.

he likes spicy food even though he cannot handle very much of it, but he refuses to let that stop him and he WILL suffer through it (and make it everyone's problem)

he likes tomatoes and steve hates tomatoes, so steve always asks for tomatoes on the side instead of no tomatoes completely so he can give them to eddie.

he loves to sleep in, the morning sun is a CURSE and waking him up before double digits on a weekend is something EVERYONE quickly learns NOT to do. the ONLY person that can get away with it (and even then, it's still rocky) is steve, and there are loooots of bribes involved.

eddie likes the color green most, but yellow is a close second (that only jumps to the top so quickly because of steve), and he also likes red a lot too. (he, of course, loves black too, but he IS a colorful bitch when he wants to be!! and he is full of surprises!)

halloween is his favorite holiday!! he loves to go all out and decorate and dress up and go through his queue of halloween movies and he enjoys handing out candy and seeing all of the cool costumes the kids are wearing too.

he loves metal music, obviously, but his music tastes vary greatly outside of metal too. contrary to popular belief he does genuinely like some of the kitschy bubblegum pop that steve likes to play, and he also has a soft spot for the more bluesy, folksy stuff that he grew up on. he ALSO is a not so secret dolly parton fan (thank you wayne, for that)

he likes it when people touch his hair, but only people he is comfortable with (i.e. steve, the girls, the party). he lets el and max braid his hair, likes it when robin scratches at his scalp when she can't keep her fingers still, and he always lets steve get his hands up in his mane — running his fingers through it when it's smooth, gently detangling after a show, curling his finger around a strand, tucking it behind his ear, gripping onto it and tugging when they're getting hot and heavy.

and, of course, his more obvious likes: metal music (duh), dnd (duh), lotr (duh), fantasy genre in general (duh).

dislikes:

waking up early (of course) lol. he'll do it if he absolutely has to but he WILL complain about it and he will NOT be a ray of sunshine.

he doesn't like organized sports of any kind — of the amateur or professional kind. phys ed fucking SUCKED and he refused to participate, and there is no WAY he would take any of that shit up by choice either. he does NOT follow or watch any professional teams either, and the superbowl/world series/nba championships/WHATEVER are his least favorite times of the year lol. THOUGH, he does end up making an exception to all of this for steve, because as much as he hates sports, he loves steve, and steve loves sports. so whenever steve wants to hit the court, eddie will go with him and he's absolutely shit at basketball, but it's actually not so bad when he's doing it with steve, or with the kids too. and same with watching sports, he doesn't understand the rules or really care too, but he loves how enthusiastic steve gets about it, and he'll jump up and cheer with steve when his team scores a touchdown or whatever (especially because steve's team winning means eddie's gets looots of excited, happy celebratory kisses lol)

in a similar vein, eddie hates running. he does NOT understand people who choose to do it for fun, he thinks they're masochists (and not the fun kind) and also have something wired wrong in their brains to make them actually enjoy that kind of physical activity. it's just so boring. BUT. he is whipped enough that every time steve (who IS one of those weirdos that enjoys running — and seriously, eddie haaad to go and fall in love with a jock what is wrong with him??) wakes him up with the sun, somehow already so awake and far too peppy for this hour, and asks him sooo sweetly to join him on his morning jog, eddie just does not know how to say no, no matter how much he wants to.

eddie also does not like houseplants. not because he dislikes plants, but because he is SHIT at taking care of plants. like, no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, every single plant he has ever owned has died on him. he's even managed to kill a succulent. so yeah, he has the opposite of a green thumb and he and houseplants just Do Not mesh, so he Does Not like them.

he dislikes pickles GREATLY. thinks they're fucking disgusting (and he's RIGHT). he also hates raisins because "why the FUCK would i eat a raisin if i could eat a grape?? why would someone suck the juice out of a grape and leave the skin?? that's nasty! no one likes that!!"

he also haaaates it when people try to gatekeep music. he thinks people should be allowed to listen to and enjoy whatever music they want, and they can be as big or as little of a fan as they want too. people don't need to dedicate their whole entire lives to the metal scene in order to like black sabbath or metallica or judas priest. if someone likes a couple of their songs that's fucking cool and that's it. if it's something they're passionate about then that's fucking rad or if it's something they aren't ridiculously into but can appreciate that's cool too. it doesn't make anyone more or less of a fan. he also hates it when people criticize other people's music tastes. like, there's nothing wrong with some gentle ribbing about someone's music taste, but the second it turns from lighthearted teasing to GENUINELY trashing someone for the music they listen to he gets reeeeeal mad about that. because who the fuck cares what kind of music a person listens to and loves?? the fact that they found something they're passionate about is all that matters. and there's no need to be dicks about that.

eventually (not for a while, but it Does happen later in life), he too has to get glasses and he Does Not like them, but every time he starts to complain about them and call them stupid and ugly steve tells him he's not allowed to like them on him and hate them on himself, especially since they drive steve just as crazy as steve's glasses drive eddie. that helps, that definitely helps.

Headcanon meme

[tiredassmage]

Unprompted “thought Dot has been chewing on” post of the week is... Tyr as a mentor. I’m sitting him and Raina down in the same room and staring at them.

This is a long babble of me trying to pin down my thoughts on them and Tyr’s thoughts on Raina, I think, so let me toss this all under a cut.

Yes, his relationship with half the crew is almost superficial given its depths as a personal relationship, but it’s interesting to snag on Tyr and his capacity to care for others and his care for his work, but his almost lack of relationship with Temple. I think I’ve finally, with the second playthrough, put a pin in the reason, with that reason being timing.

Everything else is going to shit when he meets Temple. And he’s on incredibly thin ice trying to keep up appearances that he is not two minutes away from another overwhelmed mental disconnect. Tyr trying to tune the radio station back in out of all the static. He barely has enough capacity to afford her a veiled apology of “sorry you’re brought into the middle of all of this” with no further elaboration on what the nebulous “this” is except a secret to closely guard in their new partnership in Intelligence.

But I’ve been having her tag along for Makeb and whatnot - partially because I’m rotating this and part of figuring out how they would or wouldn’t work together is actually spending time with her. And also because I think... think being my operative word... that it makes sense where they’re at now.

The galaxy is... slightly less trying to implode on top of them in that the threats and complications that inhibited him reaching out to her more fully are mildly handled. Some Cabal targets are still out there and you can pry him and Ardun covertly tag-teaming them across the galaxy when they find a window of opportunity from my cold, dead hands, but the overall threat is largely neutralized. So, he has time to actually examine Temple. Test her. See what one of his more recent operatives is actually capable of. Properly devote attention to evaluation of what he’s training her to do.

Tyr still doesn’t really trust anyone except maybe Vector at this point, but he can at least work with her, properly, now. Because they’re going to be needed. The war didn’t stop just because the master manipulators behind the curtain are on the run.

She’s dedicated and she’s largely by the books, from what he sees. Tyr plays maybe a bit looser with decorum and chain of command than she prefers, but she’s part of his team, and her success is therefore his success, overall. I can’t imagine them ever really connecting beyond that professional level. He plays another part for her - that of a superior and an instructor, when she asks, but, in her shoes, he would not share her decisions, so I think there’s a difference in ideals and beliefs there, if you will, that Tyr picks up on and its his signal to keep his distance. There’s certain perceived disagreements that keep him from examining it as a relationship where he trusts her more than required for the job. They get along, sure.

And the anyway of why I am rotating this in the first place is Tyr has such a strong connection to the people he considers mentors and, though I believe it largely goes unacknowledged because he hasn’t had it come up, I think he’d love to pay that kind of relationship forward. He very rarely thinks of his motivations in the frame of protecting others because he’s so accustomed to being part of a larger machine, a tool in overall machinations, but caring, whether he’d like it or not, is still important to him, drives his ideas of right, wrong, acceptable, and unacceptable.

He cares enough about his bottom lines to still take what leash he is given to yank back and stand his ground. He cares enough to prioritize the safety of the team on Makeb and take responsibility for operations even when he sees no way things could have been done differently because he’s already taken hits on the nose from disapproving Sith Lords, so he knows how to brace for the swing.

I think I’ve lost the plot of my thoughts - this is very stream of consciousness kind of musing, but I’m low-key emotional that, given an appropriate set of circumstances, I think Tyr would be low-key delighted to mentor. He looks out for his people and he takes pride in that. And I haven’t quite shaken the emotional ough I felt recognizing the parallel in how he looks out for his team, for people he cares about, the way he saw the Minister looking out for him. There was a man that would’ve taken a hit on the chin for him and still tried to hold everything together, to do what they could with what they were given. Tyr admires that a great deal.

Idk. Maybe it’s the “I don’t see a clean exit strategy from all of this for me, but I sure as hell can make it easier for the next one.” It’s some kind of flavor like that. Just. Chef’s kiss about it.

Again, I don’t know what to do with all of these little insights and whatnot, but. Maybe putting them down somewhere will help me organize them into something a bit more solid or developed. Tapping my fingers together and toying with this all like a rubix cube, y’know?

[honeyblogstheworld]

aN iNtroDucTioN, i GUeSs

hi! i’m honey, and if i’m being completely honest, i forgot that I’d created this blog, but i never forgot why, to in some way, inspire myself. to challenge my own means of coping, and funnel these thoughts into something worth writing and reading about. 

everyone needs some outlet of expression, right? i happen to have many, i’m a freelance photographer, a graphic designer, a painter, a musician, a vocalist, a history buff, an avid reader, and writer. i like poetry, classic romance novels, crocheting, dancing alone in my room, and randomly yelling out whatever phase the moon is in. i like plants, appreciating beauty, classical pieces, musical theatre, classic rock, singer/songwriter tunes, and playing the sims.

 i live by the quote that says “you didn’t get this far, to only get this far.” well that, and “you can have my oxford comma when you pry it from my cold, dead, and lifeless hands.”

i know who i am, and the things i want to achieve, and young adulthood in generation z is perhaps the largest whirlwind to have existed on the pinpoint of the human mind. 

so, here we are.

and whether anyone gets the opportunity to read this or not, whether it falls across your feed, or you have fallen into a million tumblr rabbit holes to get here.

i’m glad that you are, and i hope that, even beyond your own belief, you appreciate the value you that provide in this very dark world. be it, through your love and compassion, or the way that you pour yourself into your craft, the world will never have another just like you. you are valuable, you are loved, and you are seen. and i can only hope you made it far enough into this blog post to hear that even if no one told you today, you matter.

talk soon, honey. 

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

Sins of the Brother—The Magic of Curses.

In light of Idia's OB and the curse that runs through his veins I came to the conclusion that magic is, in fact, Matrilineal.

What I mean by this is magic is passed down by the mother rather than the father because of one thing.

So, how does that tie into Magic in Twisted Wonderland?

History.

What I mean by this is by the 19th century ancient societies were dictated by matrilineal societies rather than patrilineal societies (which is why women in Savanah Afterglow are so influential). Evolutionary biologists, geneticists, and more have all came to that same conclusion that early human kinship was matrilineal—in which cooperative childcare being crucial in human evolution as well.

The villains—out of the seven villains only three are male. No I will not be taking any reasonings/criticisms as to why because I'm using this for my own headcanon.

You cannot tell me that Fae society is not dictated by matrilineal customs when Malleus is supposed to succeed the throne of his grandmother (who I don't believe is Maleficent but a descendant of her) not to mention the cact that he inherited his magic from his mother rather than his father (because his mother is a descendant of Maleficent as well).

Twst can be whatever I want.

Not to mention that Draconic fae are said to be rare which means either the women of these fae are possibly growing infertile or because fae feel as though they don't need to breed with such long lifespans.

In Prehistoric (and now) Therianthrope women are dominant. Yes, men still have positions of power but women inherit proprietorships and chief positions depending on the tribe/classification of animal (see: Lions, Hyenas, Elephants, European bison, more...)

Merman follow a mix of patrilineal and matrilineal customs depending on their species. Octopus women are top dog as well as Orcas, and even Dolphins (surprisingly.)

Okay, enough fluff—Unique Magic is determined by the mother rather than the father. Like male pattern baldness. Which is why when the mother doesn't have magic there's a chance you might not get magic but your sibling will—or you'll get magic but it's weaker and more inconsistent than your peers.

Meaning Azul's stepfather married into the family and inherited the Ashenhrotto name not the other way around.

Riddle's Unique Magic could be similar to his mother's on the basis that genetics also play a factor into the development of a child's magic as well as the environment they were raised in. I'd even say that because Riddle's father was emotionally absent during his formative years he most likely developed a Unique Magic similar to his mother's.

Riddle's Unique Magic is a display of his need to feel control and how hopeless he felt during his childhood as well as the idolization of the Queen of Hearts (yall can pry the belief that the Rosehearts are close to the Royal family from my cold dead rotting hands) purely environmental.

And you're right for that.

Which ties into the way he casts spells. Riddle uses the aura/innate magic in the atmosphere like Malleus or Idia! Which denotes his insane mana reserves not to mention the fact that he developed and honed his UM by the age of 10 and more that I'll explain in the next analysis.

[His mom and dad are also known for being peerless in the medical field take that as you will.]

So being called magicless is an indirect insult of your mom and her bloodline!

Of course you're all side eyeing me about this because matrilineal denotes the passage of magic from mother to daughter and this is a game that takes place in an all boy's school where they have murderous mental breakdowns and shady ass personalities where they all thoroughly doubt each other to the literal grave (Chapter 6 yall!)

Curses are Patrilineal! I don't believe that Idia's mom has the curse simply because curses and magic are one in the same—two sides of the same coin.

Because I lied this is about how curses are Patrilineal and how Idia is descended from Hades (not directly) which is why he looks like That.

Consider this: If magic is passed down from the mother what about curses? Hades is male presenting and I'd assume that when they refer to Idia's ancestor (the one who bore the curse) was male (they use male pronouns) which means!!!!!!

It's why Vil's magic is essentially a curse/debuff that has specific requirements meant to be fulfilled which is why it's so powerful because UM needs extreme drawbacks as well which is why Malleus' UM is so highly speculated to be like Maleficint where if he shows up to a space that he wasn't invited to his UM automatically casts.

Also sleep is conlfated with death which is why Thanatos and Hypnos are twin brothers and Ereshkigal's domain is called "The Great Sleep" which is why Malleus was able to reverse Vil's aging like that. [Idia and Malleus would be great friends]

I also don't believe his mom doesn't have the curse because it's a curse that eats/burns blot essentially making them good stewards when it comes to sticking near blot monsters because even if they are able to be near them they won't blot themselves (Vil confirms this when he warns not to get too close to the OB monsters lest we get infected) qnd they can't escape their work so....

Mom got shafted by proxy—

Also the Shroud family is known to be nobility of some sort so they are very selective of the people they marry into so it's possible that Mama Shroud has a UM tailored to cleansing blot which leads to my next theory about Idia's role in Chapter 7.....

[wh6res]

three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

[winged-bat]

Helloooo how are you?

I’m not sure how familiar you are with him, but do you have any headcanons for Wally?

I’m doing good just gotta cram all the summer hw I didn’t do into tonight. I sadly don’t know a lot about him, i was thinking about reading his 1987 flash run but haven’t gotten the chance also don’t know if it’d be a good start place but 🤷‍♀️ (also with school starting tomorrow for me probably not gunna happen soon)

- It is my firm belief that all speedsters have run into a wall/window a some point (listen idc if they can technically faze thro walls and shit or whatever you can pry this from my cold dead hands)

- He makes the cheesest dad jokes and his kids make fun of him constantly for it, they even try and out dad joke him sometimes (are they maybe gone forever 🤷‍♀️ but were gunna ignore that)

- He has bobble heads and he always flicks there heads to see how fast he can get them to bobble

- The amount of shoes he’s ruined bc he forgot they’re not speedster durable is very high

- He attracts mosquitoes like honey to Winnie the poo 

- He’s scared of ducks and whenever he sees one he is gone

- Bc of fast metabolism he poops seconds after he’s finishes a meal

- No one likes watching movies with him bc he has a tendency to spoil them if he’s seen them already or he makes accurate predictions and just ruins all the plot twist in the movie

- He has a drawer that he covers with stickers and everytime he gets a new sticker he thinks of the perfect placement for it



[papirouge]

The thing is Christmas traditions are not actually pagan. The non-secular world tries with all their might to make Christianity undesirable and slap the "made by pagans" label on whatever they want. I respect that you have your own beliefs on Christmas, but anti-Christians can pry Christ Mass out of my cold, dead hands.

I think the main reason so many Christians are in disbelief when getting said Christian is pagan, is that they fail to grasp the biblical meaning of pagan. For doing so, it is important to look into what the Bible says and in what context is this word used.

In the Bible, the greek word "ethnos" is translated as "pagan/heathens" (depending on the version) 5 times, as well as "Gentiles" (93 times) and "Nations" (64 times), so there's quite an equivalence between all these terms. So, let's look into the definitions of all these terms ALWAYS following biblical context

ethnos

a multitude (whether of men or of beasts) associated or living together, a company, troop, swarm

a multitude of individuals of the same nature or genus, the human family

a tribe, nation, people group

in the OT, foreign nations not worshipping the true God, pagans, Gentiles

Paul uses the term for Gentile Christians

I'd like to address the point #5 to point out the ambivalence around the term "Gentile" which, unlike pagans/heathens or nations doesn't necessarily hold a negative connotation. "Gentile" basically means "non-Jews" and is a rather neutral adjective.

Meanwhile, ethnos as translated as "nations" usually takes on a more negative aspect. According to this source, "41 percent of the occurrences of ethnos as "nations" are negative; only 28 percent are positive; 31 percent are neutral. When referring to the nations, ethnos continues the negative attitude embodied in its use in the Old Testament". And as someone who's read the Bible entirely, I can totally confirm this bias following the different choice of words between Gentile/Nation/Pagan to convey whether a positive, neutral or negative statement.

So....in what context does ethnos become negative and justify the use of "pagan" and not Gentile

Let's look into verses being translated as "pagan/heathen" in the Bible:

Matthew 6:7

But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.

...it comes off that actual actions or behaviors (=negligence "to hear the church" = unfaithfulness, or vain words in prayers) are factors to relate someone to pagans. Hmmm.... interesting. So "not hearing the Church" relates an individual to pagans? = "paganism" can translate through an act of unfaithfulness to the Church, and by extension, unfaithfulness to the Word of God. And what does the Word of God say about keeping God's commandments as a way to distance ourselves from actual pagans?

Matthew 18:17

And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church: but if he neglects to hear the church, let him be unto thee as an heathen man and a publican.

Romans 12:2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

James 4:4 You adulterous people, don’t you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God? Therefore, anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God.

1 John 2:15-17 Do not love this world nor the things it offers you, for when you love the world, you do not have the love of the Father in you. For the world offers only a craving for physical pleasure, a craving for everything we see, and pride in our achievements and possessions. These are not from the Father, but are from this world. And this world is fading away, along with everything that people crave. But anyone who does what pleases God will live forever.

2 Corinthians 6:14 Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?

Do you think it's normal that Christians are alongside unbelievers to celebrate something that isn't even prescribed in the Bible? We should NOT be yoked with unbelievers, but HATE anything the World elevates as desirable and worthy of celebration. Because the world is in iniquity with God and cannot be naturally inclined to uplift anything that is a sweet savor for God. All the Christmas hymns you'll sing during Christmas are equivalent of the "vain words" used by pagans or publicans during pointless prayers that God will refuse to hear.

"The non-secular world tries with all their might to make Christianity undesirable"

This sentence is very revealing because, guess what?, Christianity isn't supposed to be "desirable" to begin with, it is supposed to be The Truth, and the Light of this world. Everything this fallen world HATES. Jesus said he didn't come to bring peace but a sword.

I just brought you the BIBLICAL definition of paganism. I compel you to read all these verses again and again and have the honesty to argue that Christmas isn't a "pattern of the world" (even unbelievers celebrate it) or something that the world doesn't "crave". Christmas is a literal materialism festival that even unbelievers seek out. If the spirit of God was truly into Christmas, the World would HATE Christmas.

These aren't MY beliefs, this is literally in the Bible. And I cannot believe for one second someone who's read the Bible from Genesis to Revelation can argue in good faith that ANYTHING in the Bible compels us to celebrate the birth of Jesus. There's a reason nowhere it is stated when did Jesus get born let alone celebrate it afterwards. N O W H E R E. Apostles didn't celebrate Christmas.

And we are not entitled to make up traditions to glorify Jesus. All the celebrations we should uphold today are ALL already in the Bible (Easter, Pentecost, etc). The most infamous occurrence of biblical figures trying to make up celebrations to please God were the Hebrews in the desert and the golden calf....and we know how it ended. And like the golden calf, Christmas is another form of rootless idolatry under the pretense of glorifying God. Nothing new under the sun, really.

[evilmortys]

okay,  so,  here  are  my  thoughts  on  the  finale,

i’m  gonna  start  with  the  things  i  didn’t  like,  just  because  of  who  i  am  as  a  person!  my  feelings  are  mixed,  but...  looks  lovingly  at  evil  morty.  he  truly  was  the  only  exception  as  usual  ♥

i’m  not  going  to  lie,  this  whole  thing  felt.  rushed.  although  some  of  rick’s  meta  commentary  about  not  touching  citadel  shit  because  it  was  canon  and  he  and  morty  were  supposed  to  be  going  back  to  lighthearted  one  off  adventures,  and  “the  second  he  reveals  that  he’s  evil,  we’re  out”  made  me  laugh,  it  also  felt  very  disingenuous  and  ham-fisted.  having  him  do  all  these  fourth  wall  breaks  honestly  took  away  from  the  impact  of  what  this  episode  could  have  been,  but  whatever.  

i  just  got  the  vibe  that  they  wanted  everyone  to  stfu  about  the  citadel  and  evil  morty,  so  they  quickly  stuck  together  this  episode  that  dealt  with  fans’  demand  in  one  fell  swoop  so  they  could  move  on  from  the  existence  of  both  plotlines.  i  honestly  thought  it  was  a  bit  wasteful  since  tales  from  the  citadel  resonated  with  a  lot  of  fans  and  it  was  an  interesting  bit  of  worldbuilding  with  compelling  narratives  going  on.

you  already  all  likely  know  how  irritated  i  am  with  morty’s  character  degrading  so  much  once  again.  this  entire  season  has  been  building  him  up  to�� becoming  so  much  more  capable,  only  to  wrench  it  away  from  him  again  by  instead  having  his  co-dependency  with  rick  ramped  up  to  the  point  it  was  literally  out  of  character.  this  has  come  out  of  nowhere.  at  no  point  in  the  show’s  entire  run  has  morty  ever  been  this  needy  with  rick.  

again,  i  feel  like  this  may  have  been  written  around  what  eventually  ended  up  happening  at  the  citadel,  with  the  revelation  that  mortys  are  ‘bred  for  forgiveness.’  it  would  have  been  far  more  compelling  for  our  morty  to  have  continued  to  go  down  the  path  of  being  decidedly  unforgiving  of  rick’s  bullshit,  thereby  making  him  deviate  from  the  norm  in  a  similar  way  to  evil  morty  himself  and  implicating  that  the  cycle  of  a  morty  going  to  these  extremes  is  going  to  be  repeated  once  again.

rick  did  not  deserve  or  earn  voicing  the  recognition  that  his  dynamic  with  morty  was  toxic,  and  abusive.  are  you  fucking  kidding  me?  the  smartest  man  in  the  universe  only  JUST  clocked  onto  that?  bullshit!  he’s  known  all  along,  and  he’s  been  using  it  for  his  own  gain!  he  doesn’t  get  to  just  say  it  with  that  regretful  voice  as  if  he’s  been  clueless  /  oblivious  to  it  this  entire  time.  they  just  wanted  the  audience  to  feel  sympathetic  for  him  by  throwing  in  this  tidbit  and  a  tragic  backstory,  as  if  that  even  sort  of  makes  up  for  everything  he’s  put  his  family  through.  

abandoning  the  people  you’ve  hurt  is  ALSO  abusive  and  toxic  behaviour!  he’s  done  it  time  and  time  again!  how  is  acknowledging  the  fact  that  you  hurt  people,  that  you  hurt  your  family,  the  people  that  love  you  despite  the  fact  you  objectively  don’t  deserve  it,  then  ditching  them  once  again  instead  of  staying  with  them  and  improving  as  a  person  and  helping  everyone  heal  from  what  you’ve  put  them  through,  ANY  BETTER??  he  never  changes!!

i  also  couldn’t  really  process  the  fact  that  rick  just  handed  morty  his  portal  gun  like  it  was  nothing--  i  feel  like  him  topping  it  off  and  using  it  behind  rick’s  back  should  have  been  a  bigger  deal  than  what  it  was.  also,  morty  would  not  break  a  guy  out  of  a  mental  asylum  without  a  second  thought.  he  simply  wouldn’t  do  that.

we’ve  fallen  right  back  into  the  status  quo  of  morty  being  stupid  and  rick  being  the  smartest  one  in  the  room  who  always  knows  what’s  going  on,  even  when  he  actually  shouldn’t  for  the  sake  of  a  few  meta  jokes.  which  is  more  annoying  than  i  can  put  into  words  tbqh

obviously  i  hated  all  the  parallels  they  were  attempting  to  make  between  rick  and  morty  having  a  romantic  relationship  and  “breaking  up.”  never  has  morty  behaved  so  uncharacteristically  in  any  other  episode  of  the  show.  it  honestly  felt  disrespectful  to  all  the  growth  he’s  had  as  a  character  to  reduce  him  to  something  so  pathetic.

i  guess  this  is  less  of  a  thing  i  disliked,  and  more  of  a  commentary  on  rick’s  character?  but  once  again,  his  hypocrisy  really  leapt  out  at  me  once  it  was  revealed  that  he  always  has  a  hand  in  bringing  together  beths  and  jerrys  in  order  to  ensure  that  more  mortys  will  end  up  in  the  multiverse.  i  find  it  unbelievably  sad  that  he’ll  willingly  ensnare  the  two  of  them  in  the  throes  of  a  relationship  that  he  knows  is  likely  to  become  toxic  and  cause  the  both  of  them  to  be  miserable  throughout  their  time  together;  they’re  rarely  happy  /  compatible  together  and  always  end  up  sticking  it  out  for  the  kids.  it  also  makes  his  constant  shitting  on  jerry  even  more  egregious  and  almost  serves  to  call  his  love  for  his  daughter  into  question  for  me.  he’s  using  her  as  a  means  to  his  own  ends  by  manipulating  situations  so  she’ll  meet  jerry  and  they’ll  likely  end  up  together.  

don’t  get  me  wrong,  i  actually  really  loved  the  fact  he  had  a  hand  in  founding  the  citadel  he  now  loathes  so  much,  and  i  think  the  constant  creation  of  mortys  as  grandsons  ‘bred  to  forgive’  ricks  is  so  fucked  up  and  awful  in  the  most  intriguing  way.  it’s  akin  to  him  fiddling  with  the  concept  of  keeping  mortys  in  constant  pain  to  cloak  his  comings  and  goings  around  the  multiverse  (on  paper,  morty,  on  paper!),  except  this  time  he  did  it  in  reality.

evil  morty.  oh  my  god,  evil  morty.  my  saving  grace.  my  ray  of  light.  i’m  so,  so,  so  pleased  with  the  way  he  was  handled.  while  i  admit  i  was  looking  forward  to  more  of  a  slow - burn  thing,  getting  a  bit  of  insight  into  his  presidency  and  possibly  exploring  a  dynamic  with  him  and  c-137  (we’ll  get  to  that)...  i  honestly  still  really  loved  what  ended  up  happening  with  him,  even  though  i  still  believe  on  some  level  that  they  just  wanted  to  tie  up  his  narrative  thread  so  fans  wouldn’t  remain  fixated  on  him.

of  course  he  did.  of  course  that  motherfucker  rick  created  a  boundary  within  the  infinite  multiverse  that  ensured  he’d  always  be  the  smartest  man  within  it  as  far  as  mortys  and  other  people  in  his  life  were  concerned.  i’ve  always  found  it  odd  that  such  universes  were  never  brought  up  even  in  passing;  the  nature  of  infinite  possibilities  always  dictated  that  someone  smarter  than  him  must  exist  out  there,  and  that  worlds  existed  where  he  was  nobody  special.

him  being  morally  gray.  i  could  cry.  i  was  clinging  on  to  the  hope  that  it  would  be  shown  he  hates  ricks  more  than  he  looks  down  on  mortys,  and  it  absolutely  was.  while  he  was  okay  with  killing  and  hurting  mortys  to  achieve  his  own  “selfish”  ends,  it’s  clear  that  he’s  unhappy  with  the  cycle  of  abuse  from  their  infinite  grandfathers  that  pushes  him  to  these  extremes,  loathes  the  concept  that  mortys  are  not  supposed  to  defy  their  ricks.  “if  you’ve  ever  been  sick  of  him,  you’ve  been  evil  morty  too.”  he  hates  ricks  FAR  more  than  he  does  mortys,  and  you  can  pry  that  from  my  cold,  dead  hands.  he  believes  mortys  are  beyond  help  because  of  the  way  they  stick  by  rick--  the  fact  they’re  literally  created  with  being  yes-men  for  rick  in  mind.

he  didn’t  seek  to  make  changes  for  the  greater  good  of  other  mortys  within  the  citadel.  i  think  he  understood  on  some  level,  it  was  impossible.  i  think  he  has  this  belief  that  other  mortys  are  part  of  the  problem,  because  they  perpetuate  the  cyclic  dynamic  of  toxicity  and  harm--  they  don’t  move  to  break  free  from  it  the  way  he  does,  and  so  he  feels  no  guilt  leaving  them  behind  while  he  breaks  into  the  aspect  of  the  multiverse  where  rick  has  no  power.  it’s  honestly  heartbreaking  that  he’s  come  to  have  a  mindset  like  that.  

i  think  seeing  c-137  reach  out  to  help  rick  up  once  again  instead  of  accepting  what  i  hope  and  pray  was  a  semi - genuine  offer  to  join  him  as  he  departed  was  just  yet  another  instance  of  him  witnessing  a  morty  doing  the  most  to  save  the  man  who  makes  their  lives  a  living  hell.  if  he  was  truly  unsympathetic,  he’d  have  made  no  such  offer.  if  he  thinks  a  morty  is  capable  of  pulling  away  from  the  hold  ricks  have  on  them,  he  wants  them  out  of  this  shit  just  as  much  as  he  himself  wants  to  break  free  from  it.  i  think  he  has  the  mindset  that  i  know  they  tried  to  play  it  off  with  “haha  the  other  seat’s  a  toilet,”  but  i  don’t  think  that  was  the  case  and  they  were  once  again  just  undermining  the  moment  for  no  good  reason.  SCREAMS!!  don’t  get  me  wrong  what  he  did  WAS  selfish  and  evil.  but  in  a  way  you  can  understand  where  it  derives  from

again,  it  REALLY  irritates  me  they’ve  undone  so  much  of  morty’s  character  just  to  ensure  he  wouldn’t  end  up  taking  evil  morty  up  on  his  proposition.  if  morty  had  retained  even  a  tenth  of  the  character  growth  he’s  been  having  from  late  season  four  until  towards  the  end  of  season  five,  wherein  it  began  to  unravel,  he’d  have  left  rick.  undeniably.

the  yellow  portal.  oh  my  god............

it  made  me  so  fucking  emotional  to  see  that.  he’s  won.  he’s  free.  

[imaginecorporation]

Same Pluto anon earlier! Thank you very, very much for the post you made! Didn't expect you to reply so quickly! Hahaha, had a good laugh and enjoyed a lot of the ideas you put there for him so thank you!

I have another ask if you don't mind. Your pinned post also mentioned one of mods enjoying writing about Hokma.

Since Hokma and Pluto have had surprisingly great interactions together in-game, may I ask for friend or frenemy headcanons or interactions between the two of them? Especially when they both talk about belief, their goals with the Seed of Light, and Ayin and Argalia respectively?

Once again, thank you in advance!

I’n dubbing you Faithnon for this. Also I’m wide awake and full of ideas for both of them. In mobile so, sorry everyone, this will be a LONG post. - Mod Finn

Going off a headcanon of mine that time on Hokma’s floor is even weirder than time in the rest of the Library; it alternates between “an hour here is a day everywhere else”, and “despite a month’s worth of work done here, you can go to Binah’s floor and find mere seconds have passed”. Hokma controls this, by the way, but never tells anyone what the time speed is at the moment.

That being said, he slows it to a snail’s pace when Pluto breaks in. It’s best to get the fight done quickly and then send whoever survives to help the other floors.

It’s what Sir Ayin would have wanted.

… And then he hears Pluto say “Sir Argalia”.

At this point, it’s just the two of them; both the copies and assistant librarians are either tapping out, or dead.

And neither man is exactly a fit fighter, but they ARE both observant, and looking for gaps in the other’s guard. A place to strike is all they need, now.

An naturally, trying to lower the other’s guard includes talking.

“Sir Argalia wants the light so that humanity can be free.”

“…How odd. Sir Ayin wanted the same. I do not think he wanted to take the path the Blue Reverberation has chosen.”

“And you still protect his ideals, despite them being falsehoods borne from desperation?”

“I protect his ideals because I share them. Why do you choose to follow he who is fighting alone?”

“Because he saved my life.”

Conversation devolves from there, fighting in between quick quips.

They see the other as a mirror of themselves; two men who had lost everything, clinging to the man who gave them a purpose.

Pluto’s end is not a victorious one for either party; Hokma’s weapon is pressed against Pluto’s throat, foot on his chest, and a look on his face that tells Pluto that this is no longer a battle either believe in.

When the Library gets exiled to the Ruins, everyone who is booked comes back. You can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands. No I have not finished the game but I DO know the ending.

And Hokma finds Pluto fairly quickly, seeing as his book is— was— on his floor.

“…Pluto.”

“…Hokma.”

On one hand, it’s clear they don’t fully trust each other.

On the other hand, they both understand each other, and get along well.

Within a year they become the other’s confidant. They are, as the cool kids put it, besties.

They both pretend to be out of touch with the youth to bother everyone else.

100% “We have old bones” when asked to do something they don’t want to do, regardless of whether it actually includes them getting up or not. Especially if they are absolutely capable of doing the thing.

Listen, you sit one unquestionably gay old man with a questionably gay man. They’ve got a lot in common. They’re going to get along.

Pluto 100% best quiet, comforting buddy when Hokma gets in a rut (typically Ayin is involved). Meanwhile, Hokma gives Pluto more to believe in other than what Argalia believes.

Angela’s (two of many) dads.

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Do you think an AU where Harry is the dark lord for once could work? He's just comfortable with the dark magic and decided to venture down that path while Tom is a wannabe dark lord that thinks Harry is taking all of the spotlight so he sets out to take his place but be better

Oh yeah absolutely. Harry is a mirror of Tom Riddle, so anything that Tom can do / did do is conceivably in reach for Harry as well, in my eyes.

I could see it being a Harry is the one that grows up in the 40s and becomes the Dark Lord and then cocky little shit Tom Riddle rocks up like I’m the Dark Lord now, and Harry just snorts and smacks him down, while almost encouraging Tom to keep getting stronger and try again? Kind Like:

Tom: gimme your title

Harry: you can come over here and pry it from my cold dead hands, brat

Tom: that sounds like a trap

Harry: no, seriously, please try to take it, I’m supremely bored being Dark Lord and want to retire but want my successor to be cool. pls fight me

OR

I’d probably do one where Voldemort is already a Dark Lord and Harry is the wannabe? I just think that’d be hilarious. Imma run with this and see where my brain takes it.

I could see it happen in a no-prophecy AU, where Britain is still in the grips of a civil war between the ‘Dark’ and ‘Light’ - but it’s still very much in the background? Like, everyone is aware of what’s happening, but it’s so subtle that most of the population can almost trick themselves into thinking everything’s fine.

So Harry, the Potter heir, grows up knowing his parents are soldiers and that he’s on one side of a largely invisible war. He is kept away from the fighting and goes to Hogwarts, growing up relatively normal all things considered (because Hogwarts is off limits, both sides have quietly decreed). 

But let’s say that Harry grows up apathetic. He looks at the war and deaths and corruption and a part of him just shrugs, uncaring. He graduates Hogwarts with average grades, never reaching the ‘genius’ and ‘prodigy’ statuses of his parents, and slips away like a ghost from his home country and his family that are so entrenched in the fighting that they never had time for their son.

He travels, and as he submerges himself in different magics and cultures and ideologies, he starts to change. A silent shift in beliefs and perceptions, and suddenly Harry doesn’t like the way societies are run. He doesn’t like the rampant injustice and deceit festering in his world.

So he decides to change it.

He starts quietly, working in the underworld and, er, cleaning house. Stopping a crime here, killing a murderer there. Saving a pack of orphaned werewolves, lending a hand to some young starving vampires. His actions quickly gain attention, and over time Harry finds that people...support him? He’s just doing what he can to fix things, but soon he has people seeking him out and asking if they can help him with his mission?

And from there, suddenly he has followers, people that look at him with adoration and whisper his name reverently. People that are so fervent and desperate to assist him that they’re tripping over themselves.

Harry spares a moment to worry that he’s seemed to have started a cult - but hey, they’re willing to listen to his ideas and are eager to make a difference, so he’s kinda okay with it?

Meanwhile, everyone else everywhere is panicking because holy shit there’s rumours of another Dark Lord cropping up in Greece and Turkey and Ethiopia???

Voldemort is, naturally, pissed off beyond belief.