#and failed sucessfully

[summertimemusician]

WIP Snippet of the First x Prisoner Reader Vision I've Had Recently

It was dark, as it had been for a long time now.

How long has it been, since he was thrown into this dark cell with accusations of treachery and left to rot? 

Days?

Weeks?

Months?

(He didn’t entertain the possibility of years. It slithers and bites cold and cruel like the metal around his wrists, it hisses mockingly in his ears like the demon’s, like snakes twining over his throat.

If he did, he’d think of Orville, of a demon desperately wanting to be granted rest, of deity’s with pale eyes and summer sunlight hair of golden Hylian wheat fields and blue skies. Of a world outside the prison cell.

He can’t afford to falter now, would not give the lord the satisfaction of thinking he’d successfully tamed a lion.)

It was quiet in the dark, if he did not move, nothing but his own breathing and the dizzying, choking dread over what he still saw every time he closed his eyes, over the threat of furious tempest and the burning greed stoking the flames of malice. His perceived betrayal and the injustice of being defanged when his only wish was to protect his people was more agonizing than any wound inflicted on him on the day of his imprisonment, festered like the untreated cuts and bruises, burning through his mind constantly like the tight strain of the chains, digging and pulling into at what was once strong flesh.

The silent isolation could drive any man insane, only stubbornness and determination kept him strong.

…

Suddenly, something changed, enough to make him stir, head hung low but ears twitching with interest. A familiar sound that made him bare his teeth with the most minute of flinches.

Shouting.

Angry yells and outraged howls, the type belonging more to a wild fox’s throat than that of a human’s.

Yelling was never a promising portent.

The metallic screech of an old rusted door being opened reverberated through the dungeon halls, thankfully not his own, a voice’s strangled cry cuts through the silence, more pain than rage, punctuated by the indifferent snapping of cold, twining chains and the slam of the prison cell’s entrance giving it a sense of finality.

‘... Why would someone else…?’

What kind of deeds did his apparent cell neighbor commit to get locked in the most deserted part of this place? He knew there was a cell by the side of his own, from what little he could recall before being imprisoned himself, but it made no measure of sense to chain someone else nearby.

(He knew what the lord was doing, keep him quiet after he'd spoken up about the threat, keep him isolated, drive him mad, slowly but surely chipping away at his will to live-

Even if he was released, who would believe the words of a madman?)

Link thought about his own circumstances, of how he had been branded of ill mind and opportunistic intentions, and ultimately decided it did not matter. 

After all, his motives didn't matter either.

Soon enough there was banging on the metallic doors, then cursing, then yowling, then hoarse cries, and then nothing as the silence returned once more to stifle the atmosphere with its oppressive, suffocating weight. Clamping down like a lynel’s fangs upon his mind again.

Link’s ears twitched as he briefly flinched into consciousness, shuddering from both the deep aching in his bones and the cold of the cell, something whispering beneath the silence of the cell. It was subtle, a quiet little clink, clink, clink against the walls like a bird sharpening their beak on stone, his eyes snapped open, eyes darting about the darkness, squinting and straining his ears, the chains rattled with the suddenness of the movement and he gritted his teeth as each muscle screamed in protest, almost gagging at the metallic sweet smell mixing with the sourness of old sweat and the stale air of the cell. He really didn't want to dislocate one of his shoulders again, once was enough.

Link closes his eyes, and sends a quiet prayer for his fellow wayward soul. 

...

At first, he thought he imagined it. He couldn't hear the firm footfalls of the guards, the main indication of their patrol routes, nor the confident stride and rankling jewelry of the lord, and he was sure his cellblock companion had gone silent after a quite a few possible weeks of putting up one impressive fight, he doubted they would have left anything much for them to work with.

(If his lips curved a little at the blood coating the lord’s fine sleeves after one of his visits, well, that was between him, the darkness and the goddesses, if they were listening at all.)

And still, the sound persisted, clink, clink, clink.

Then-

Clack.

He lifted his head with a wince, it throbbed but Link couldn't care less about it, he had to find the source of the sound. He squinted at the wall, finally hearing something new, the clanking of heavy chains and heavy, strained breathing, a voice growling in aggravation and strain, raspy in a way he was sure his own would match. A scraping against stone.

“Well… Not much of a breeze from there, great.”

He swallowed, throat suddenly dry as lightning lanced through his spine, a tension seizing his frame, the words came out before he could fully process them, “...Apologies to disappoint.”

“Oh goddesses-” There was a faint sound like something being dropped and the clanking of the chains alongside a faint, muffled thud.

“No goddesses to be found, not here. Just me.” He spoke, some amusement creeping into his voice.

A pause, the faint shifting of metal on stone, and then, “... Did you just- no, nevermind that, this is-” A faint, incredulous chuckle, teetering on the cliff of hysterics, still, they had a nice laugh and suddenly, Link briefly wondered what the shape of a smile would look like on their face, “I know this is probably an awful thing to say, stranger, but it’s so, so nice to know there’s someone else in this awful place other than that pretentious jerk.”

“The lord?” He inquired, more of a statement than anything else.

“That’s the one.” They confirmed, no small amount of bitterness coated their voice with the same sharpness found in the thorns of briars, “Barely a full year in the kingdom, and he’s got his people hauling me to the slammer.” They scoffed, their worn down voice carrying quietly through his cell, “And here I thought Hylia’s people subscribed to her ideology that all life is to be preserved and just judgment above all, guess the joke’s on me.”

Link hangs his head in resignation, something like loathing scraping at his throat, trickles of guilt swallowed down like blood, “... As someone once in his servitude, I offer my apologies on behalf of my people.”

“Oh.” The voice exclaimed, shifting in place, before speaking hesitantly, “Hey now, you don’t have to apologize. It’s got nothing to do with you, the idiocy of one man shouldn’t fall on your shoulders”

A part of Link would like to differ, maybe, just maybe, if he was still free then, he could have done something, anything to help. The prisoner’s howls still ring in his ears.

Remembering his own predicament makes him hold his tongue. If he couldn't even convince the lord that what he saw was the truth, he doubted he would actually succeed

“So…” They start, his ears flick at the light, metallic click, from the corner of his eye, he sees a piece of the wall fall away from a very subtle crack, the shattered stone dropping against the ground of the cell, mixing with the dark stains of old blood, “You seem like a decent enough guy, and you don't sound too hot there so I won't ask what you're in for, care to give me something to call you other than stranger? I'll give you my name in return. Doesn't look like we're going anywhere any time soon, may as well get used to one another.”

He blinked slowly, taking a deep, trembling breath.

When was the last time someone had treated him with any shred of sympathy? When was the last time he had someone to talk to?

(The lord didn't count, it was less a conversation and more so being talked at, urged like some sort of reluctant pet, degraded like a feral dog-

“Take it back.” The lord had spoken, his face impassive and eyes cold, as one of the guards held his head in a grip hard enough to rip the hair from his skull, he hisses, both from the concussion, his back open like a blooming flower and from the blood dripping into his eye and down his cheek like a faux tear, “You may have failed me, may have consorted with demons and dared to renounce our golden goddess' mercy. But so long as you agree to say that all you've told me is a lie, I'll let you go. You will live a normal life, all of your blasphemies will be forgiven.”

He gritted his teeth, it would be so, so easy. It was always that easy.

Except he remembered the thing he sealed in that mask, that even it seemed afraid of what was to come. How it shrieked and yowled and screamed and roared and pleaded to either be slain or sent back to where it belonged just so it would avoid getting involved. Of having nightmares of the sky set aflame for as long as he could remember, of a man with pale hair and crimson garments cackling as he tore his comrades limb from limb, of a woman with golden hair and impossibly seating sapphire screaming with the sound of shrieking birds behind her voice as crystalline wings were torn from her back by a man with hair the color of the fires of war, eyes alight with fury and hate-

He spits at the lord’s feet, snarling like the lion he was often compared to.

“Never.”)

What did he have to lose as he was now, defanged and declawed?

“Link.”

(You pause from the other side of the wall, freezing in place. The short, rusty dagger you had nicked from one of the guards scratching violently against stone as your broken hand shakes, an already unsteady grip sustained only through spite and desperation made lax with shock.

Link, says the man on the other side of the wall. The man whose voice is like gravel, like ashes after a forest fire, but still kind, a little awkward but who immediately apologized for something for harm he didn't even inflict upon you.

You had hoped the Hylia and Hyrule thing were coincidence at best , but now-

Mentally screaming into your own mind, you give him your name, the knobs of your spine prickling with a cold other than the metal collar around your neck.)

[saturn-rabbits]

oh my gosh! she's bald!! she's bald and she's torturing people who have hair!

[thalassofiles]

me: does eyes is a terrifying and horrific creature that has killed many people and steals voices of people. You shouldn't get close to it all of my friends: I love doe eyes, doe eyes my beloved. i like the deer.

[gallusrostromegalus]

JK I drew a furry while this poll was happening anyway:

OK, *now* I'll go work on some embroidery :)

[sakurocha]

I love the idea of a Sunshine!Partner with Sebastian- Barely even needing to try to put him in a better mood, just so effortlessly sunny and hyper.

Awh but when you're having a gloomy day of your own :(

I can see him trying his very best to recreate that cheery demeanour, failing so cringily that it just makes you bust into a bunch of giggles - Task Fail Sucessfully

Just some thoughts.. ramblings even... heheh

YESSS omg honestly this is my otp!! i LOVE sebastian with a constantly sunny farmer so so much ☀️🌙🤍

sebastian cheering you up !

in which sebastian delivers a tiny gift for you when you're having a rare gloomy day.

you definitely got on his nerves a bit when you first arrived in the valley, constantly scampering over to him to ask a million questions and shower him in random knick-knacks you found in the mines and around the farm. can't you just let a man light up by the lake in peace?

the answer is obviously no. but he realizes that maybe your company isn't so bad, and somewhere along the way, he eventually finds himself somehow looking forward to your sickeningly sweet demeanor and constant questions every single day. as cliche as it sounds, you are the literal sun in his life. <3

one day, when you don't show up by the lake one night like you always do, dread pools in his stomach as he worries he did something wrong. but, swallowing his fears, he ventures to the steps of your farmhouse, where the lights are still on.

he knocks softly. silence. just as he was about to give you some space, you open the door ever so slightly, allowing him to take in your rumpled appearance, as though you had been holed up in bed all day—a feeling he was all too familiar with.

"seb?" you asked quietly.

at first, he was too stunned to speak. he had never seen you like this—anything less than a cheerful ball of sunshine. you simply blinked at him, tears threatening to pool in your eyes.

"hey, hey..." he said, his words trailing off. he had never felt so awkward, standing there on your doorstep, completely at a loss as to how to console his favorite person in the valley.

embarrassment crept up the back of his neck, an idea forming in his head as he recalled all of the sweet, caring ways you had cheered him up whenever he was having an off day, which was more often than he'd like to admit.

he had to repay the favor—it was the absolute least he could do.

"i'm sorry, seb, i'm just not feeling well today..." you said, moving to shut the door.

"wait—no, please, just listen to me... i, uh... brought you something..." he dug around in his pockets, searching for...?

you cocked your head with curiosity, watching him pat down his pockets before his eyes lit up with excitement. "there!" he stooped down, cupping his hands in the grass before jolting upright again, meeting your gaze. "give me your hands."

you did as he said, holding your hands out together in front of you before he spilled the gift in his palms into yours.

it was... oddly bumpy?

and a little bit slimy?

you looked at the little green creature in your hands, its two beady eyes staring right back at you.

"...you're telling me a frog just fell out of your pocket?" you asked, staring up at sebastian incredulously.

a pink flush spread across his bashful cheeks as he met your gaze. "um... yes?..."

the bright laugh that escaped from your lips was so, so pure; you couldn't help but giggle at his earnest attempt to cheer you up. and to be honest? it worked.

"thank you, seb, i love him." you cooed at the tiny frog in your hands, watching its little eyes flit around.

sebastian let out a relieved sigh, clearly more tightly wound than he wanted to let on. a small smile spread across his lips. "good, i love him too." he reached a finger out to softly stroke its back. "want to keep him?"

you pouted up at him. "no! i bet you just snatched him away from his loving family. we'll help him home." you bent down, gently letting your little friend leap back into the grass. "go on, tiny! get home safe!"

the two of you watched it hop away into the night before you turned to sebastian.

"thank you for stopping by, sebastian." you smiled up at him, a beaming, genuine smile. "i really do appreciate you. oh, and our new little friend."

he returned the grin, simply relieved to see you get your spark back. "i'll never say no to spending time with some frogs." he looking off wistfully, playfully ignoring the death glare you gave him. "oh, that's right, and you."

you batted him on the shoulder before dragging him into the farmhouse for a cozy night in. <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~

[falloutnewnobody]

had a dream that pathologic 3 had a "rat dlc" where artemy (me in the dream???) had to, in addition to *guestues vaugley at all the shit artemy had to do in pathologic classic hd* he also needed to find 20 rats every in game day and bring them to the theater. if he failed the town blew up a la daniil's good ending. if you sucessfully got to the meet developers part of the game, they teased you for spending all that time catching rats instead of being a doctor.

i woke up in a cold sweat after that but now i need this modded in right now

[kineticallyanywhere]

We have not! and to the end. I just have to do it

alright we can have one platonic smooch

but you won't like where I put it :3c

[sapphire-draw]

(prev)

They are trying your honour.

Socialization failed? sucessfully

Not pictured here is Godroth in the bg trying to control his human body with motion controls

Emphasis on trying

[vermilionsun]

Let my downfall be ✨spectacular✨

Ais

✩ Pregnant by Vere or Leander

✩ First: Denial. Then: Anger. Following up: Depression. Eventually: Acceptance.

✩ Miserable, pissy, constantly arguing that he doesn’t even like kids

✩ Feels betrayed by his own biology

✩ Tries to smoke but morally conflicted

✩ Still, sneaks and sleeps in Vere’s bed some nights, pretending it means nothing

✩ Vere has no idea how to comfort him and ends up buying knives

✩ Secretly paranoid Vere will treat the baby like some kind of pawn in their fucked-up power games

✩ Loses it when Vere tries to read “parenting” books aloud in that ridiculous harmony/echo-god-voice

✩ Morning sickness is brutal

✩ He’s embarrassingly emotional, especially with Princess;

✩ Princess who was the first to know, btw:

Ais starts waking up with Princess pressed against his side, head rested low on his stomach, like she's guarding something. He starts feeling off. He throws up one morning, and Princess just watches. Neither fear, nor confusion. He brushes it off until one night, Princess climbs into his lap, puts one grotesque little paw on his abdomen, and growls at Vere the moment he walks in.

Vere: "Interesting" Ais: "What?" Vere: "Your dog just tried to claim you" Ais: "…Oh no."

✩ “Traitor,” he whispers to her, but let her stay curled against his belly.

✩ Meanwhile,

The moment Vere smells it on Ais, he knows. He tells himself it’s beneath him; Ais is just a toy and "reproduction is for humans" But it matters more than he wants to admit, because love never looked like this before.

✩ Alternatively:

Leander picks up on it.

Leander: “Hey bud, you’ve been acting real weird lately… Wait. You're [Ais] acting weird too.”

Eventually, he corners him. Ais is angry. Not at Leander, at himself. Because he doesn’t do "soft" things. And now this thing is inside him. Tied to someone he— What really breaks Ais is Leander's smile when he finds out

Leander: "It’s mine?" Ais: "Yeah." Leander , soft: "…Can I stay?"

Ais wants to shove him away... He doesn't And Leander never leaves people he loves.

✩ Would fight a tentacle monster but can’t fight Vere for shit when he’s giving him that look

Leander

🗡 Pregnant by Ais, Mhin, or me

🗡 Smug little shit leans into it

🗡 Uses is as an emotional manipulation tool

🗡 Loves making dramatic announcements about his cravings or discomfort, no matter the setting or time

🗡 Runes are painted EVERYWHERE and he insists it’s "good luck"

🗡 Takes ridiculously good care of himself

🗡 "I’m glowing and you’re jealous"

🗡 He gets a little quieter. Doesn’t flirt as hard. And eventually he vomits mid-mission. When the truth clicks for Mhin, they go stone cold.

Mhin: "Why didn’t you tell me." Leander: "Didn’t wanna be your problem. You’ve got enough monsters to kill."

Leander keeps pretending it’s no big deal. Mhin’s stuck between not caring, and caring too much. Lethal protective instincts

🗡 Alternatively: Princess

Circling Leander, sniffing his stomach, growling at anyone that gets too close.

Eventually, "Ais. I’m pregnant." Ais is dead silent. "Is it mine?" "You think I'd let anyone else hit it raw?"

Ais panics quietly. He pretends to be stoic, but won’t let Leander out of sight

🗡 Will absolutely (sucessfully) guilt-trip the other party with a single raised eyebrow

🗡 Snacks.

Kuras

✞ Pregnant by… fate? Divine error? (Mhin or Vere)

✞ Absolutely D E R A N G E D by the loss of control

✞ Am talking unhinged

✞ Mutters theological contradictions to himself while clutching his stomach

✞ Preaching to the unborn

✞ "Prophecies", "bloodlines", and "the divine balance"

✞ Might believe the child is some kind of atonement

✞ Tries to hide it—fails

✞ Neither Mhin or Kuras ever expected a one-night hate-bang to lead to this The moment Kuras finds out, he flat out tells them, "We need to talk; I’m pregnant." There’s a long, painful silence. Mhin winces, like it hurts to look at him, because they don’t believe anything they touch survives They offer—meekly—to "take care of it."

Mhin: "Is it hurting you?" Kuras: "No" Mhin: "Is it—" Kuras: "It’s fine."

✞ Kuras won’t beg, but there’s a something—old and forgotten—in his eyes

✞ Alternatively: WAR

Kuras: "Of all the beings in this cursed land—" Vere, delighted: "A divine miracle. You’re welcome."

He despises that it’s Vere. But his body won’t reject the child—it clings, too god-tainted and powerful. Meanwhile, Vere is thrilled… not emotionally, just cosmically entertained. "You thought you could get rid of me? You’ll carry me until you rot, angel"

✞ Spends hours praying and crying over the uncertainty of what kind of being this child will be

✞ Considers leaving the mortal world for good

Vere

✦ Pregnant by Ais or Kuras

✦ Straight up furious

✦ Looks like he’s about to bite God (Kuras) in the throat

✦ Vere hates being human like a stain he can’t scrub out. He’d rather bite out his own tongue than be lumped in with the mortals he's so far transcended. "This isn’t divine," he'd spit. "This is filth and humiliation. This is what I’ve been reduced to; Not a god, a damn womb."

✦ "The parasite, "the consequence", "the divine joke"

✦ He doesn’t see it as a tether to humanity — but as an insult to what he was

✦ Heat-ruined body, aching joints, constantly threatening infanticide

✦ Secretly keeps a little blanket under his pillow

✦ Again, Princess knows before even Vere does:

Sniffs the air, tongue out, eyes squinting, whining. And Ais—who notices everything she reacts to—watches her pace back and forth around Vere. "…Nah. No. Nope. Not possible." But Vere's scent is changing, his body gets too warm, and Princess won’t stop following him.

Ais, deadpan: "I will kill you if you’ve put something in there" Vere, panting through clenched teeth: "You think I’d allow such a disgusting thing to root in me? I’m not… I’m not human" Ais: "…Princess says you’re lying." Vere, eyes flickering dangerously: "Then kill her too!"

✦ Alternatively:

Kuras’s clinic is, again, cold and too clean—sterile as a coffin. Vere's slouched in the chair like he owns the place, feet kicked up, arms crossed tight across his chest. He’s glowing, but not in any divine way—he's sweating. Kuras moves close, gloved hands cool and practiced. Checks pulse. Eyes. Tongue. Then he pauses, hand stilling right above Vere’s lower abdomen. "You’ve been… ill." Vere scoffs, running a hand through his tangled hair, jaw tight. "Not your concern, angel," he spits the word like poison. "Indulge me," Kuras is polite, trying to pretend he’s not achingly aware of how something's deeply off. Vere says nothing. Doesn’t move. Kuras freezes. “You’re pregnant.” A heartbeat. Then— "You’re wrong," Vere's voice cuts like a blade, expression flickering—rage, panic, shame—before hardening again. Kuras doesn’t flinch. "I don’t make mistakes." he steps back, arms fold slowly across his chest. He speaks softly; no mockery or glee in his voice. "You’re not a genius for noticing." "…You didn’t know." Vere’s eyes flash. His jaw tightens. “Shut your mouth.” He turns away. Stalks toward the far wall like he might claw through it. Kuras thinks, connects the timeline and freezes. "It’s mine." "What, don’t look so shocked. Congratulations, Kuras. You managed to corrupt something even more unholy than me."

Kuras: “Do you want to know how far along?” Vere: “Do you want to keep your jaw?”

✦ Kuras offers to remove it himself. Vere offers to cut his tongue out.

✦ "You don’t get to want it."

✦ The Senobium would LOSE THEIR SHIT. This is an ex-divine monstrosity carrying a potentially god-touched, unstable, political landmine of a baby

✦ You better believe there’d be hushed discussions among high-ranking officials. They'd see it as a threat... or a vessel to be experimented on

✦ Vere knows. He can feel the surveillance intensify, he hears the whispers, he sees the way their smiles go stiff when they pass him in the halls.

✦ They will not get the chance; if Vere has to burn them, or the entirety of Eridia or himself, down to salt and ash, so be it.

✦ It is mine. And mine alone. No one touches this.

EXTRA:

Mhin

🕊 Can they get pregnant? Maybe probably?

🕊 (Leander’s fault. Or Kuras’s, after a post-nightmare desperation spiral or something)

🕊 Anyway; silently losing it

🕊 They're a hunter for fuck's sake

🕊 Pregnancy is vulnerability, weight, noise, nausea, slowed reflexes—aka a death sentence

🕊 Do they tell anyone? Hell no

🕊 They hide it, bandage it down, fight through it. They refuse to be perceived as weak

🕊 Their trauma is holding hands with body dysphoria and morning sickness

🕊 Oddly protective of their own body

🕊 They see a small child in the market and flinch like they’ve been stabbed

🕊 Now, scent of blood turns their stomach mid-mission

🕊 Worst of all; they don’t want it, but they can’t bring themselves to end it either.

🕊 So they keep walking the edge.

🕊 Leander finds out by accident—say Mhin collapses mid-mission. He later corners Mhin, worried.

Leander: "Hey, you alright? You’ve been real… Uh, barfy" Mhin: "I’m fine." Leander: "No offense, but you don’t look fine. You look like you’re two seconds from stabbing me, and not in the hot way." Mhin, deadpan: "I’m pregnant." Leander, blinking: "Coolcoolcool. Wait... WHAT?!"

Cue shocked stammering and Mhin threatening to murder him if he starts cooing. He is also panicking because A CHILD?! HIS CHILD?! Calculations = failed. ABORT (metaphorically)

🕊 Alternatively:

"Congratulations," Kuras says the MOMENT they set foot in the clinic. "Fuck you." "You already did."

Kuras plays it cool—but there’s a glint in his eye, like he thinks the pregnancy proves something. He insists on performing every check-up himself—not out of kindness, but out of obsession. "This child is divine by blood. I need to monitor it." Mhin resents it, "I don’t give a damn about your need."

🕊 Keeps a journal but crosses out every name or word relating to the pregnancy

#We do not know what’s going on down there#And neither do they

[thelemoncoffee]

*chewing on the void in my mind*

I want saiouma proposal

i like Kokichi being the one to propose, it feels right to me and i like the idea of him doing it as a way to show how deep his trust for Shuichi is

what's the most Kokichi way to propose tho? despite the meaning behind it it can't just be some sappy direct shit, that's not how Kokichi does things

perhaps

perhaps he spends a couple months trying and failing to propose without chickening out, the thought of being so direct and unironically getting down on one knee freaking him out a bit. perhaps he wakes up one morning and thinks "i need to stop being a coward, i gotta do something that'll make me push past the fear and do it" and then he gets a bright ass idea

while Shuichi's still conked the fuck out (cause i hc Kokichi wakes up eariler and Shuichi's a heavy sleeper) he slips the ring on Shuichi's finger and waits for him to wake up and realize it's there. because it's such a nice ring there's no way either will be able to brush it off as a prank and Kokichi will have sucessfully cornered himself into getting over himself and proposing

[burntoutgiftedidiot]

I've gotten way too much into blood types, dont question me BUT

Vampyr HC

WHAT IF the reason someone does or does not survive being turned into an Ekon has nothing to do with their strengh or some shit BUT INSTEAD wether the Ekon that turns you (GIVES YOU THEIR BLOOD LITERALLY) has a bloodtype that matches yours???

So say an Ekon with type A- tries to turn someone with type B-, the victim dies.

Ekon with type 0+ turns someone with A+, the victim lives.

Meaning apart from their blood quality decinding wether their progeny is an Ekon or a Skal, an Ekon with the type 0- (universal donor) would never fail to create progeny, while an Ekon type AB+ (universal reciever) could only sire someone that also happens to be AB+

seeing as Jonathan has sucessfully sired 5 people from 5 completely different backgrounds (or 4 if you dont count Mary because they're related) it would be very likely, he is 0+/- in that case

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

Analyzing King Magnifico

Oooh boy, I have a lot to say! This is gonna be long. So brace yourself. But first 👇

‼️Note, this is my very personal opinion‼️

I'm honestly glad how the multitude of people realizes that we don't have a villain here. And honestly, while some nag and whine around that they didn't get one, I'm not mad at all that we got Magnifico the way we got him.

So in the end, it doesn't matter to me if disney actually failed to create a villain or purposely created a good guy who changes to be the antagonist.

Ok, now to the analizing part

The very first thing we learn about Magnifico is that he has a pretty dark past. He lost his home and his entire family, anyone he ever loved, all in one night. And in a very curel way. That banner tells us a lot!

First of all, if we study the picture, we see a palace in the back, some houses and right down below young Magnifico and his parents. Now, why is that so important? Back in the days only very important people were potrayed on banners. Such as royals, families of very high status or knights. Banners and wallrugs were also used to tell important stories. And since the palace is on the banner, I'm pretty sure we have a royal family here. That would mean that Magnifico had been royalty from the very start.

Further we see that the bottom got burned. This tells us that there was a big fire. Which leads me to conclude that what Magnifico saw and experienced was most defenitely hell on earth. Imagine, his family, his home, everything burns. Screams of terror everywhere, the stench of dead burning flesh and smoke that nearly suffocates you! And he was very young when that happened. So we now know that the king has big time PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) Keep this in mind, because it's literally the key to this whole analysis.

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Out of his trauma, Magnifico strived to build a safe haven, where he could make sure no tragedy like the one he'd suffered would ever happen again. He build his kingdom, (on top of already existing buildings, as we know from the art book) He taught himself magic to actually have power to protect. He made sure his people are safe and live well. That no one has to suffer, endure hunger or hardships. Sounds like a evil rotten monster right?

Just look at the way he looks at the (wishes) dreams of his people. He appreciates and treasures them!

His genuine desire to protect and keep safe has always been good!

We only see him snap after Asha triggers him. And while ptsd people react overly sensitive or exaggerated, it is understandable once you know where they come from.

Analyzing Magnifico's ptsd closer and how it influenced his actions and decissions

Magnifico had looked for an apprentice that truly understands where he comes from and shares his ambitions. But the first thing Asha asks as soon as she gets the feeling she has the job safe, is if he can grant her grandfather's wish. I understand, that she cares for her grandfather but I also see Magnifico's feelings. Can you imagine how used he must feel? Constantly feeling the pressure of "I must protect what's dear to me! I must make sure my past never repeats!" And yet, the most people see him as is the "wish-granter".

Trauma shapes you, it shapes the way of thinking and if something triggers a response, you just react. If you like it or not. And oftentimes you're not even aware you're acting up. I can tell from personal expirience ...

So what about him being slightly vain and wanting respect?

Respect is earned. Generally everyone deserves to be threated with respect unless someone gives you a solid reason not to.

So let's recap some of the things Magnifico actually deserves respect for :

Surviving a horrible tragedy and still standing

Building up an entire kingdom and reigning it well (protecting his people fiercly and sucessfully bringing order)

Being selfless

Being king and carrying a freaking lot of responsibility

Now, let's look at Magnifico's "vanity moments" more closely and examine the things he does and says with questions of why?

The thing with his hair. He makes sure his hair looks nice. Ok, is this a bad thing? Does this make one ultimately vain? No. Being content with your hair and wanting to have it look good isn't vain. Neither is being happy about it. Or looking at yourself in the mirror and like yourself. You even should be able to look at yourself and love what you see. Pure vanity is something different.

What about what he says about himself in his song?

I can't help it if mirrors love my face

It's genetics! Yeah, I got these genes from outer space

Lets consider the situation and emotional state he's in. He's pissed. And I'm pretty sure this a way to try and lift himself up a bit. I mean, like mentioned above, there is nothing wrong with liking your appearance. And he IS freaking handsome. He's not lying when he acknowleges that fact.

Of course you could twist his words and say, oh he's arrogant and vain. But people can say lots of things and not actually be a bad person.

And while true vanity is a bad trait, it doesn't make one a villain. Let's compare Magnifico to Gaston for a second.

Gaston is rude from the very beginning. He's selfabsorbed and narcissistic all the way and the only thing he cares about is himself. He shows off to be praised simply for selfgratification and because he thinks he's the center of the world.

Magnifico cares immensily for others and wants acknowledgement for it. Who wouldn't? If you do something great and constantly care for others and still aren't really appreciated for it, who wouldn't be like, "I do all this and you thank me by doubting me and wanting even more? How ungrateful can one be?" And the only things we see people acknowledge him for, is 1. His ability to do magic and grant wishes, and 2. His handsome looks.

I totally understand that he's fed up at one point. Deep down wishing someone would see him for the man he truly is below all his abilities and appearance.

Gaston would walk over dead bodies to get what he wants and in order to look good. He has 0 compassion and 0 remorse.

So, even though Magnifico is a "little" vain, he's not out of evil reasons! It literally doesn't harm anyone and it doesn't cause others to suffer. If someone tells him "You're handsome." He replies, "I know."

Good! Too many people look into the mirror and hate themselves. Of course, humbler people would just reply with "thank you." But still, this isn't a solid point to call someone a villain or bad person.

Ok, now. So far we have absolutely no reason to assume Magnifico is a "villain" so let's skip to the part where it get's interesting!

The thing with the shape shifiting entity (star) happens. Something that is outside of Magnifico's power, something he doesn't understand and it terrifies him! Why? Not because he's a power hungry psycho, not because he enjoys controling people out of complacenty and is afraid to lose that. No. It's the desperation of feeling helpless, the terror of losing control, the fear of having the past repeat itself. That is what drives him mad.

Ultimately he becomes desperate and anxious enough to let himself get possesed. Even during the whole process, he says that he never wanted this, he swore he'd never let himslef be posessed. He further says, "To this book, I don't wanna be tethered, but desperate times call for desperate measures."

Let's hear that again folks! Real loud for all those in the back! He tell us 3 times, 3 times ! How he doesn't want to turn to darkness but he feels forced to do so. Why? Because of his trauma! Not because he's a villain. He doesn't want to lose his control out of fear!

Let me show you something.

There you have it! 🫴 it's that simple. I'm tired of traumatized characters being labeled as villains.

Oh yeah but he literally goes bonkers after he let himself be possesed by the evil from this book!

Yeah, sherlock, of course he behaved EVIL after that. That's literally the evil that possesed him! This doesn't make him a villain! It make's his whole situation even sadder and more tragic. The actions are obviously bad, "villainous" if you wanna call it that, but it doesn't make him a villain!

What happens to a scared animal that you force into a corner? It bites. Does this mean the animal is evil because it bit? No. It doesn't make the bite ok, but it doesn't make it evil either.

So, I, like many others also underline that Magnifico is in no way a villain but a traumatized good guy who sadly slipped.

His personality

Composed when needed

He can be bubbly as much as he can be calm. One of the first things Amaya tells Asha is that Magnifico likes to talk a lot, yet we never truly see him talk a lot! He is more calm than he is loud.

When Asha has her interview, he gives her room to talk rather than showering her in lectures of what he wants and what he expects. He's like "Go ahead, you tell me! Imma listen."

I actually feel this very personally because I'm someone who loves to talk. If I'm comfortable around someone and I made sure I can trust them, I can ramble for hours. I can talk and talk and talk like a waterfall. But at the same time, I can also be intensly quiet and listen well.

Childlike behavior

One of my absolute favourite characteristics in Magnifico is his childlike goofyness. He has this really pure cuteness to him and a bombastic humor. He doesn't pay heed if his behavior could seem akward to others, he just acts however he feels like. He's one of those adults that would still do all the things they enjoyed doing as a child or things that children normally do and I love that!

I cannot stop chuckling over the fact that he hippity hopps down one of his corridors, giving cookies to knight armors. If that isn't adorable I don't know what is! 😂

Also, please, that whole scene! The dance moves, the excitement, the expressiveness! Aaawwww!

He has a whole miniature model of his kingdom and he makes little interactive figures! I laughed tears because it's so funny and adorable! Like he's that kind of man that would cheer at the simplest accomplishments like a child unwrapping the toy the really wanted on christmas day.

There is so much we can find in here. He's :

Playful, creative, quirky, funny, passionate, imaginative, spunky, talented - the list goes on!

But let's keep going and listen to what else shimmers through the things he sings.

I'd give the clothes off Benito's back, if you really needed that

I'd be the first one to volunteer if your home were to crumble, or if you were in trouble

He doesn't just blabber nonsense here or lies. He truly would do all those things! Why else would he sing this while alone? He has no one around so one could say he's saying this on purpose to look good. He's frustrated, offended and slightly hurt and is speaking his mind and emotions. And we are shown this as an audience.

What do these lines tell us then? They tell us just what he actually is! Altruistic. It leads us right back to what we found at the beginning. His actual desire to help, keep safe and protect.

Why would he be the first one to volunteer if a home crumbles? Because his did. A king actually doesn't need to get his hands dirty. He has enough people to do things for him, yet he'd go out of his way to take matters into his own hands because he genuinly cares!

I let you live here for free and I don't even charge you rent

Doesn't sound like a power hungry, wealth loving, gold hoarding dictator to me. Get this, you are living in a kinddom for fee! No rent! The most money you make you keep and only a bit of it goes to the king to sustain the community. That's pretty awesome if you ask me.

I clean up all your messes and I'm always there when you need to vent

So he's not only selfless but a good listener as well. He doesn't judge. He, well -

I give and give and give and give-

He wants to make sure everyone is pleased. That's actually impossible but he still tries and is secrerly suffering deep down from it. If a person only ever gives and hardly gets anything back ... it's like you fill a container with water and there is no hole to drain it. Eventually you are so overly full of others problems, you suffocate or overflow.

It's SO sad that he doesn't have ANYONE to really talk to. He runs across half the palace to let out his emotions rather than seeking comfort from someone. (Which would be the oportunity to talk about Amaya but this is for another post!)

Charming, charismatic, proud, confident

The characteristics that make him attractive besides his looks. He's a gentleman, he knows how to use words well, he isn't afraid to speak his mind and carries himself with confidence, which is displayed in the way he walks. He either strides, has a light bounce to his step or a heavyness.

Ok, now, that we have the positives, we can acknowledge the negative and neutral ones. And everyone has negative traits. Again, some of Magnifico's negative traits are caused and or intensified by his ptsd.

Idealistic and perfectionistic -Magnifico constantly obsesses over how things should and could be. Chaos irritates him. He feels safe in clear structures and always strives for the best outcome for things. If something doesn't make sense for him, he feverly searches for answers until he finds them. If not, he panics. The tiniest feeling of potentially failing wrecks his nerves.

Impulsive - He's got a short temper. Yes, he can swallow a lot but if one crosses a certain line, he snaps. His emotions control him more than he controls them. And that goes both ways. Happy, sad, angry. He feels everything intense and reacts intense.

Stormy and insecure - He reacts very sensitive to stress. He feels a certain degree of urgency in his feelings and tends to be sucess-oriented. He always wants to improve and thus pressures himself.

Controlling - Magnifico's obsessive feeling of need to control comes from his traumatic past. As long as he's in control, he feels secure. He feels safe. Control is his safeplace. Not because he has evil motives but because in reality he's deeply insecure and anxious.

Paranoid and pessimistic - Again a trait that has been heavily altered by his ptsd. Originally he'd belong to the more cautious kind. Being cautious isn't something negative, it can be very helpful since one analyzes and observes carefully before choosing to trust or do something. But his trauma causes him to always assume the worst. He becomes critical where he wouldn't need to be because of his fear. (We see this with his decissions over wishes. He disregards some not because of ill will, ignorance or arrogance but because of his anxiety)

Stubborn - If Magnifico has set his mind on something he could go through walls with his head. Once he's determinded to do something, it's nearly impossible to stop him.

Distrustful - His paranoia and pessimism makes it hard for him to trust others. He becomes hard to read and hard to understand.

Now, once the evil that has been trapped in the book posesses Magnifico, he becomes ruthless, cruel and cynical. He steps into "villainous behavior" but is it what he truly is? NO! Of course not! If people talk about a classical villain, they mean a purely evil person from the very beginning of a movie/story. If we have a originally good guy, who, through circumstances, starts reacting and making wrong choices, we're talking about an antagonist.

And good grief, Magnifico was more than redeemable! If someone actually hadn't been blind to the true struggle of his soul, if someone had actually cared enough to save him! If someone had only truly loved him. He was used, wronged, backstabbed, betrayed, left alone and dropped like a hot potato the second he snapped. Poor Magnifico. He deserved better. Far better.

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Thank you for reading! I'll soon post more of my analyses. 🧐

Also, creating a redemption story for Magnifico is the most fun I've had writing in a long while. 🌹 I'm excited to eventually share it with you, once it's done.

[red-viewe]

Late night shenanigans with Floyd.

When you find Floyd on you doorstep at 11 pm in his mismatched Christmas pjs and you ask him when was the last time he'd slept more than 5 hours.

When Floyd complains about not being able to sleep and has been to multiple dorms to crash at but the only one who opened up was you.

When Floyd deciding to make cupcakes in the flickering lights of Ramshackle while you figure out how to make popcorn using an hair curler.

When you and Floyd sucessfully make a fort out of blankets and pillows on your bed after 6 failed attempts.

When you and floyd sit close together and watch Pitch Perfect and Barbie while snacking on the burnt vanilla cupcakes and half popped popcorn.

When Floyd only stops asking questions when you finally hold his hand.

When Floyd falls asleep before you and you kiss him goodnight.

When you try to leave the bed but Floyd has already wrapped his arms around you.

When Floyd wakes up in your room, know damn well this was all planned.

[coraniaid]

Season 6 is about Buffy "coming back wrong" in much the same way that Season 1 is about Buffy failing to make any friends in her new school, or that Season 2 is about Buffy being personally responsible for every death-by-vampire in Sunnydale, or that Season 3 is about Faith taking over Buffy's life, or that Season 4 is about Buffy not being able to sucessfully adapt to the demands of college, or that Season 5 is about Dawn secretly being a horrible eldritch monster who wants to hurt Buffy's family.

Meaning that it's not. It just isn't.

Meaning that, at best, it's about Buffy worrying about that idea for a few episodes and then eventually realizing it's not true.

Buffy comes back from the dead and is horrified to realize that she's attracted to a vampire (like ... Angel in the first three seasons?) and that she's sad and depressed about her mother being dead (like ... she was for the last half of Season 5?) and that she's struggling to adjust to normal life outside of Slaying and the supernatural (like ... she has been struggling ever since the show began?). Meanwhile she finds it hard to connect to her more ordinary friends because they don't understand what she's been through (just like she did in When She Was Bad, or in Dead Man's Party, or in Bad Girls, or in The Yoko Factor, or...) and she's embarassed that rather than heroically battling a god or a demon she's fighting a bunch of socially inept misogynistic nerds (just like she did in Some Assembly Required and The Prom and I Was Made To Love You and ...). None of these things are new to Season 6, at all.

What's new is that Buffy is offered a comforting lie about all of this, something she seizes on desperately: the idea that these things are not her fault. That they are not really a part of who she is. That she used to be better; that her life used to be easier. That everything was fine until she Came Back Wrong. But it's not true. This is a trap. It's a false belief she has to move away from. Buffy has always believed that living in the world is hard.

The show is not ambiguous about this. Tara -- surely more of an authority on this subject than anybody else in the show -- tells Buffy repeatedly that she didn't come back wrong. She runs tests to be sure! Buffy is offered a version of the same comforting lie in Normal Again -- the idea that everything she's experiencing is somehow not real or a mistake -- and she rejects it! Buffy's final scene this season features her crying in relief at still being alive after the world doesn't end, admitting to Dawn that she "got it so wrong" and telling her that she's determined now to embrace the world, and symbolically climbing out of a grave! Like, what do you think this means? Why is Tara wrong, if you think she is? What does Buffy do this season that she wouldn't have done before?

Season 6 isn't about Buffy coming back wrong. Season 6 is about Buffy coming back the same. Season 6 is about Buffy coming back right.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

„I was BORN for politics! I have GREAT hair and I love lying!“ (Audrey, Anthony, Evie)

„Excuse you, that's MY Emotional Support Lipstick!“ (Ivy, Audrey, Ginny)

„The selfdestruction is ON, baby!“ (Harry, Ivy, Ginny)

The Hating Mal Alliance (Uma, Maddy, Audrey)

„Right in front of my salad?!“ (Maddy, Sammy, Audrey, like three quarters of Lost Revenge crew)

They deserve a sword and like five minutes to upend the patriarchy (Uma, Lonnie) (I feel like Jay would really enjoy helping them too)

Social interaction failed sucessfully: (Audrey & Maddy, Red & Claudine)