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[mariacallous]

As a member of ICE, you may be wondering: How are the people we thrust into our vans supposed to know that we are, in fact, acting under color of law and not just kidnapping them? Can I really do this job while wearing either an Army uniform that I have assembled myself in a confusing, over-the-top way or the same T-shirt I just wore to my failed custody hearing?

Sure! Here’s what to wear to let everyone who interacts with you know that you are an agent of ICE!

Do we have a uniform? No.

Uniforms show that you are part of something and that there is someone to call if anyone interacting with you has a complaint. A uniform indicates that you are not a rogue criminal seizing someone’s mom and hurling her into an unmarked van without reading her her rights: You’re an officer of the law doing that.

Who are they going to call about some guy in an ill-fitting T-shirt and long shorts? Why, behind that face covering, he could be the billionaire Mark Zuckerberg! Better treat him as though he is worth billions and accountable to no one, just in case!

If you’re wearing a uniform, people will be disappointed when you fail to show them an arrest warrant before entering their place of work. If you’re not wearing a uniform of any kind, they won’t know whether to be disappointed until it’s too late!

If you decide to wear some sort of uniform anyway (Army Surplus? January 6 Surplus? Your choice!), you can still send the message that you intend to be accountable to no one by wearing a face covering.

A face mask can say so many things: “I’m trying to do my part to protect those around me,” or  the exact opposite. A balaclava can say, “I’m skiing!” or, “I’m about to commit a jewelry heist,” depending on how you accessorize it.

The point is, we want you to feel free to express yourself! ICE believes in freedom of expression, except for graduate students who want to lead protests or write op-eds. Your clothing should tell a story about you! Just not who you are or that you are acting in any kind of official capacity. Wear a pink button-down, a shirt, a jacket, and some sort of backwards hat. Wear something that looks like what Ben Affleck would wear if he were really going through it and was visiting the Dunkin’ drive-through on foot. Wear something that, if you showed up at a costume party in this outfit, would make people say, “A soldier, but wrong somehow, like he’s in a video game,” or, “Did I see you at Charlottesville?”

If the person you are shoving into a van has any inkling that you are an officer of the law, you are doing it wrong. You should look like someone who is going to Home Depot because you forgot something (what you forgot was an arrest warrant for your next stop).

As Coco Chanel said, whenever you assemble an outfit, before you leave the house, look in the mirror, and take one thing off! Specifically, your badge identifying you as an officer of the law. Coco collaborated with the Nazis.

Remember, the right ensemble and accessories can say: I’m accountable to the people of the United States, and we are still operating under rule of law. So before you get dressed each morning, think about the message you want your outfit to send. It shouldn’t be that.

[sortingmyideas]

"People can do whatever they want in fandoms!" unless it's aspec and mspec people telling you to stop erasing a character's canon sexuality in favour of rewriting that character as gay/lesbian. Unless it's trans women telling you that a character is a transmisogynistic caricature so don't headcanon him as transfem. Unless it's trans men telling you not to treat pregnant men or men who can get pregnant as nothing more than just a sexual fetish. Until poc are telling you to stop rewriting interracial m/f relationships as "just comphet" in favour of your white gay/lesbian ships. Then suddenly we are told to just shut up and let other people bulldoze over us and that telling people to not be bigots is "censorship" actually! It's all such hypocrisy. "People can do whatever they want in fandoms" exactly so I am going to keep calling out bigotry in fandoms and telling me to shut up is censorship. Like hate to break it to y'all but using the "censorship" argument to shut down minorities is in fact actual censorship.

But you're fun policing!!! You're trying to force everyone to stop having fun!!! Pointing out fandom's overall flaws and the way they actively dismiss and ignore entire groups of people is rude and it's none of your business!!! They're not hurting anyone, it's fictional!!!

If I can do whatever I want, I can point out that they way you interact with certain identities is fucking weird.

Fandom can do what fandom wants, I don't believe people should be censored, but I do believe that if you say or do something problematic or ridiculous, you should be called out.

It works the same way as Freedom of Speech in the real world. You're free to say what you want, but if you start spewing sexist bullshit, be prepared to get told off.

[sparkks1]

Deltarune Roaring Knight Theory

Spoilers for Deltarune chapters 1-4

Apologies for any mistakes in advance I am typing this past midnight after a long day, if you see any mistakes please feel free to tell me so I can fix them

So I recently saw a post claiming that the Knight is more likely to be Dess Holiday than they are to be Carol Holiday due to the fact that the Knight’s form is different from anybody we have ever seen and their form is very malleable and we haven't really seen any other drastic changes in the light world and dark world forms of any other lightners. Now I have lost the post in my rush to type this up but they claimed that whatever unknown event happened to Dess could be the cause of these things, which is entirely possible and perfectly valid, but I have another idea which may mean the Knight could still be just about anyone (that has not been seen in the same room as the Knight, no Kris as the Knight unfortunately) and I personally believe that that person is Asgore.

Now the way that dark worlds work, to my understanding, is that they take the perception that is most strongly connected to an object and give that object life in a form that at least somewhat represents that perception as a darkner. This has a little wiggle room seeing as I have no idea what is going on with shadow crystals which seem to persist between worlds as shadow crystals and clearly outside forces can change a darkner such as the Knight influencing at the bare minimum the King and Queen from chapters 1 and 2 and MAYBE some characters like Spamton, Jevil, and by extension of Jevil Seam if you want to say that the shadow crystals were given to them by the Knight which proves that they aren't just those perceptions given form, but to put it simply objects are changed based on the strongest perception connected to that object. But would that same principle of perception work on a lightner?

The answer to that question is yes, and not only yes, but it can most likely do so to the same degree that it does so to objects/darkners. Susie, Noelle, Berdly, Toriel, Undyne, Gerson, and Kris are the only lightners we can identify in dark worlds with all of them but Kris and Toriel having very minor changes (Presumably considering we haven't actually seen Deltarune Gerson in the light world). Sure all of them have pretty noticeable outfit changes but that's the effect of the dark worlds on their clothing, not their bodies, however it's one of the exceptions to this rule that is strange to me. The only difference to the bodies of the lightners other than Kris and Toriel seems to be the fact that their “skin” (feathers, scales, fur, etc) is a slightly lighter tone, which is so minor that it really might just be a classic “Toby Fox does not own a color picker tool” moment and the only reason why Toriel is an exception to this is because she is already just white, but Kris being blue has always been weird.

Before we get to why Kris is an exception I’ll explain why everyone else is the way they are. The reason why everyone else is barely changed seems pretty minor and decently obvious, the strongest perception connected to their bodies would be their own right? And unless we’re somehow missing the hidden trans Toriel storyline why would they perceive their real body as anything other than what it is. Sure Susie can want to be a giant city eating creature of destruction, but she does not genuinely perceive her body like that. In addition if this perception was based off of how other people saw them then honestly Susie might actually get to be a giant city eating creature of destruction considering her reputation around town. But Kris does not see themself the way that the others see themselves.

This is supported in the mirror interaction dialogue (“Its what they call “you”” and “you felt like, whatever you were, for just right now, it might be okay”) and in the chapter 4 prophecy (“THE FIRST HERO. THE CAGE, WITH HUMAN SOUL AND PARTS”). The usage of the word “you” in the mirror dialogue is admittedly a little questionable considering the presence of the soul/player, but the prophecy is undoubtedly talking about Kris as the container of the soul, the prophecy which exists in a world built around perception. My guess is that Kris views themself as “something” separate from humans or monsters, either from their past as the only human in town or the soul/player controlling them, causing them to be changed into “something” different in the dark world. Or maybe they view themself as already dead with how the soul/player puppets their body and their skin is blue because their body is a puppeted corpse, who's to say really. Either way I’d call that a medium change to their body, but what could cause whatever's going on with the Knight.

Minor shapeshifting, appears to be made of shadow crystal, one massive eye/mouth, the ability to pull a full sword out of their hand, not really having the body shape of anyone we’ve seen, pretty prominent antlers that clearly point towards the Holiday family, that would be some pretty serious changes, especially if you remember that I suggested that they may be Asgore considering he definitely would not fit into that armor, but what could cause that? Well what if someone’s view of themself was twisted so far that they couldn’t recognise themself, what if a person viewed their body as a powerful living weapon that needed to be powerful in order to do what was necessary, what if the Roaring Knight was never the person who was in control? After all, a knight serves the crown right?

I think that Carol Holiday IS the mastermind, or at the very least is close to being so, but the Roaring Knight is someone who genuinely believes what they tell the darkners, who has been manipulated by Carol Holiday and genuinely believes that they are freeing those who have been trapped and oppressed who is fighting those who don't fully understand for the greater good, who doesn’t even know what the Roaring really is. Their body simply takes the form of the weapon of justice that they believe they are. A Knight in a powerful suit of armor with a powerful weapon and antlers to symbolise their ruler. There might not even be anything underneath the Knight’s armor, it might just be pure solid shadow crystal, which would explain the fact that nobody seems to decently fit the shape of the Knight’s armor as well as the Knight having a high health and a total defense of 0.

And that fits Asgore perfectly. Easily swayed and doesn’t really think things through very well himself but is willing to do and sacrifice just about anything to do what he believes is right, that's Asgore baby. What's more, who else would have known what was happening at Toriel's house in chapter 3, all we saw was that Toriel had called the police and we know the Knight isn't Undyne and I highly doubt its Napstablook. Sure the Knight may have just happened to see the fountain but Asgore used to be on the police force before he did… something. It's not absurd to think that Undyne would have told him what was happening and he arrived first because his flower shop is closer than the police station. The Knight also seemingly opened the fountain in the church in search of Toriel, and seeing as Asgore somewhat creepily seems to know everywhere Toriel is going he would have known she was planning on returning to the church before the storm stopped her. Also are we ignoring the conspiracy theory boards in Asgore’s flower shop? The one that doesn’t really get explained? Asgore is most likely involved in all this somehow if not as the Knight.

In the end I know this isn’t even close to solid proof of anything, especially as Dess is most likely going to be important somehow, but personally after seeing the Gerson fight in chapter 4 I really hope it's right. It would be very interesting to get an all out Asgore fight considering the implications that he was holding back in Undertale.

[f4ndomh0pper]

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[cercess]

Beneath New Skies

Chapter II - Pools of Promise

𖤓 Tags: Amphoreus spoilers, established relationship, gender-neutral reader, first love, partial nudity, reader being a mess 𖤓 Rating: Mature 𖤓 Word Count: 3.2k 𖤓 Notes: first of all, I want to thank everyone who read and interacted with the first chapter. I am so incredibly touched by the reception I have received and look forward to continuing this fic! I'm always looking for people to talk to about Honkai (and Genshin), so feel free to leave an ask or direct message me! My inbox is always open! This chapter marks the end of the sort-of prologue, which means the next chapter will actually follow the events of the Trailblaze Missions. That means the angst can commence! I hope you enjoy this chapter, I had a lot of fun writing it, as it's mostly tooth-rotting fluff. Thank you again for reading! 𖤓 Previous Chapter 𖤓 Read on AO3 𖤓 Divider Credit: X X

“What has you in such a rush?” Your father asked as you whisked away his plate. 

“I’m going to meet some friends at the baths.” 

“Some friends? Is one of them that boy who was here earlier?” 

Your stomach somersaulted. Perhaps when you decided that you didn’t care about who saw you with Phainon, you were a little caught up in the moment. It’s not that you weren’t proud to call him yours; you were utterly smitten with him. But your father was still your father, and no matter how old you got, it was still awkward to discuss certain things with him. He never discussed love. After your mother died during childbirth, his sole devotion in life was raising you. He taught you everything he knew about the world, from haggling at the market to mixing tonics and curing ailments. When you decided to follow in his footsteps and attend The Grove of Epiphany to study medicine, he was overjoyed. Over the course of your four years there, he would respond to all of your letters in a matter of days, answering any medicinal queries you had. In that regard, you could talk to your father about anything. 

But love… love was generally off the table. When you turned fourteen, he gave you a book about “the changing body,” and never said another word on the subject. Whenever you developed a crush, he mercilessly picked apart the object of your affections. “Too short.” “His father is a cheapskate.” “Didn't they have to repeat a year?” 

While you knew he only wanted the best for you, his constant disapproval made you uneasy. Especially when it came to Phainon. You had never met anyone who made you feel so helplessly love struck, and the thought of your father disliking him terrified you. You wanted him to like Phainon because you liked Phainon. 

You wanted his approval. 

“You saw that?” 

“I heard you speaking with someone and checked outside. Why? Was there a problem?” His tone became increasingly defensive. 

“No, everything’s fine! I just didn’t realize anyone saw us.”

With your assurance, his alertness faded. He returned to cleaning his glasses with the fabric of his robe. “When did you meet?” 

You relaxed your shoulders in return. “At The Grove. We were both in one of Professor Anaxagoras’ classes.” The mere mention of that man’s name made you shudder. He was far from being one of The Grove’s merits when it came to teaching. You had no doubt about his brilliance, but being hunted down after missing a class was an experience you very much wanted to forget. 

“An old war buddy, then,” your father teased, his lips curving upwards ever so slightly. 

You laughed as you put away the dishes. “That’s right. I’m going to catch up with my fellow legionaries.” 

“Be careful,” his words were suddenly grave. “You never know what will happen when you’re with one of the Chrysos Heirs.”

Shit. So he already knew who Phainon was. At the very least, he didn’t seem to notice your affection. 

“No need to worry, Father, I know what I’m doing.” “Does he?”

Afraid of the conversation continuing, you slipped into your room to change. By the time you were done, your father had retired to his study for the night, and you were free to leave without any interruption. 

Your sandals against the ground was the only sound to fill Okhema’s streets. When you arrived at the baths, sweat pooled on your forehead. You had run to Marmoreal Palace, eager to see Phainon again.

As customary, you bowed your head to Phagousa before entering. Only a few people were still gathered in the baths, their voices hushed. You had never seen it so tranquil, and were almost unsettled by the quietness. That unease only worsened when a guard approached you, his spear glinting in the sun’s light. 

“I’ve been instructed by Lord Phainon to escort you. If you’ll follow me.”

The mention of Phainon’s name was enough to ease your nerves slightly, although it was hard to be completely relaxed when following an armed guard. 

He led you to the back of the baths, where an elevator sat waiting. He gestured to the platform, “Lord Phainon is waiting for you in the upper baths.” 

You were suddenly unable to move, the weight of what was happening overbearing. The upper baths had only ever existed in hushed whispers. They were untouchable by mere mortals; a sanctum of the divine amidst the mundane world. To be invited to them was a great honour, one many would never dream of earning. Yet there you were, in your worn-out sandals and old bathing robes, about to walk the same grounds as demigods. 

The guard cleared his throat, and you realized you had been standing there for an uncomfortably long time. 

“Lord Phainon is-“ 

“Yes, I apologize. I just wasn’t expecting this.” You smoothed out your top in a desperate attempt to appear more presentable. Without thinking, you turned to the guard and asked, “how do I look?” 

His eyes widened as he shifted uncomfortably. “You… look very nice.” It sounded more like a question than an answer. 

Realizing you had just asked a total stranger how you looked, you hastily apologized. He didn’t respond as you stepped onto the platform. Your heartbeat quickened as the ground below you raised. The rush of the waterfalls was quickly replaced with the sound of your beating pulse. Your hands began shaking, but you didn’t even try to stop them, knowing any attempt would be futile. 

You held your breath as the elevator reached its destination. The scene before you was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Rather than the aqua waves, this water shimmered, a product of the brilliant golden waterfall that flowed like syrup into the pools. Sections were lined with seating and centred with tables, creating a far more intimate environment than the open expanse below. 

Kneeling before one of the pools was Phainon. He hadn’t yet noticed your arrival, which you were grateful for, considering the way you couldn’t so much as take a step forward. You watched in awe as he sprinkled red petals into the bath. They danced through the air gracefully, before becoming illuminated by the water’s gentle kiss. All the while, Phainon smiled softly at the pool, not a trace of unease laced throughout his handsome features. He was surrounded by the gentle glow of candles, each one having been meticulously placed around the bath. His presence was enough to lift a weight from your tensed shoulders, allowing you to appreciate the breathtaking beauty of the Heroes’ Baths. 

“I see it’s your turn to watch me,” Phainon grinned, keeping his gaze fixed on the petals. 

“I’m sorry. This is all so…” 

“So what?” The alarm in his voice was enough to spur you off of the platform. 

As you drew nearer, he stood up, his attention solely on you. 

Odd? Amazing? Terrifying? Nothing sounded right. How were you meant to express the mix of emotions that overwhelmed you so? On one hand, you were standing in the Heroes Baths, completely dwarfed by the majesty of it all. It was a reminder of his golden blood; the blood that marked him for greatness. Blood that you would never have. On the other hand, he had orchestrated the most romantic gesture you’d ever laid eyes on. Of all the things he could have been doing, he chose to do this, and all for you. 

“I may have gone a bit overboard-“

“It’s beautiful, Phainon,” 

His brilliant eyes lit up at your words. Excitedly, he rushed over to you, taking your hands in his. Despite his youth, he had the hands of a hardened soldier. Scars dotted his skin like tears in fabric. You ran a finger along one that spanned from his knuckle to his wrist, a wave of melancholy washing over you. This was the price for his golden blood, and he would continue to pay so long as the Abyss threatened the world. 

“Then it’s worthy of you,” he asserts as he brings your hand to his lips. The fleeting kiss he places on your knuckle sends a warm sensation up your spine and through your nerves. 

“You didn’t need to do all this for me.” 

He merely shrugged and pulled you towards the baths. 

You started to take off your sandals, but quickly became distracted when he discarded his shirt. While it wasn’t uncommon to see men shirtless in the baths, you had never seen Phainon disrobed. His physique put statues to shame; if you had been a sculptor, you would have considered him the perfect muse. His beauty was amplified by the gold-tinted hue of the Heroes’s Bath, the light casting an otherworldly glow around his snow-white hair. 

Before long, he noticed your staring, and was quick to offer you a satisfied grin. “Are you doing alright over there?” He asked, despite the answer being as clear as day. 

Was it possible to suddenly melt from embarrassment? The way your cheeks burned, you suspected you were only seconds away from becoming a puddle on the floor. You removed him from your gaze, and tried to focus on undoing your sandals. He chuckled, but left you to your own devices. 

When you finished, he was already in the water, with an arm spread out along the edge of the bath. He seemed perfectly relaxed, a far cry from the anxiety knotting in your stomach. 

Phainon sensed your hesitation, which wasn’t hard when you were standing awkwardly at the edge of the pool. His earlier smugness softened into concern, “it’s okay if this is too much for you.” 

“It’s not that. I just don’t know if I’m even allowed in these pools.” 

“Of course you are,” he laughed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I invited you, didn’t I?” 

You stared at the dazzling water, contemplating dipping your toe in. “But I’m not a Chrysos Heir.” 

His eyes widened like he'd come to some sort of realization. Then, he pushed himself up and waded towards you, reaching out a hand for you to grab. “That doesn’t matter. I want you to be here, Chrysos Heir or not. You won’t be offending the Titans, and I already got Lady Aglaea’s permission.” 

His reassurance lifted a weight from your shoulders, and you took his hand. Phainon led you into the water, which was the perfect temperature; not so hot as to be overwhelming, but warm enough that you felt like you'd been wrapped in a hug. The two of you sat side by side on the bench, and he graciously gestured to the fruit that had been set out. You popped a cherry into your mouth, and were surprised when it was still completely cold, despite the water’s heat. 

“Nice, right?” He asked with a confident voice, yet you noticed him fiddling with his hands. 

You intertwined your fingers with his, “it’s perfect, Phainon. I’m sorry for getting so nervous, this is all just so new.” 

“You don’t have to apologize, I know what it’s like to experience this all for the first time.” He squeezed your hand below the water. 

With your confidence restored, your ability to tease returned in full. “I’m sure you were adorable.” 

“I’m not adorable now?” He grinned, eager to play along. 

“Adorable, handsome, charming. Need I go on?” 

“I wouldn’t object to it, but I’m not one to leave my partner hanging.” 

“Oh?” You perked up, “how would you describe me then?” 

“Let’s see,” he tapped a finger to his chin. 

“I can see you’re putting all your thought into this. Must be tough.” 

Your words were met with a small splash directed your way, but when you looked at Phainon you could see his eyes were alight with amusement. He clearly wasn’t expecting to be splashed back, however, and you couldn’t help but laugh when a petal stuck to his cheek. 

“I’ve got it,” he smirked, and you could tell by his cunning expression that he had something up his sleeve. ”You’re funny, caring, attractive, and about to lose a splash fight.”

It was his turn to catch you off guard: you were hit with a face full of water before you could even think to move.

“Oh, you’re on,” you declared, rising from your seat.

He did the same, and before long the tranquil pool was energized by water being thrown every which way. You circled around the table, your stances wide and eyes vigilant. While you were careful not to hit the food in the middle, Phainon didn’t seem to care. He sent waves your way, completely drenching your front. 

“Not playing fair, I see,” you narrow your eyes and look for an opening.

“All is fair in a water fight, and I don’t intend to lose.” 

Unfortunately for Phainon, his large splash was predictable. The next time he attacked, you successfully moved out of the way. With his stance open, you hit him with a few smaller splashes that left him just as drenched as you. 

The two of you caused such a ruckus that you were surprised no one told you to quiet down; but seeing there wasn’t an issue, you continued your raucous battle. 

Eventually, you were at a stalemate, your clothes and hair both so soaked that there was no measuring who was winning. Just as you were ready to call it quits, Phainon surged forward, capturing you in his arms. You held your breath, expecting him to mercilessly dunk you beneath the water. Instead, he stopped, holding you so that your cheek rested against his chest. 

“Mercy,” he panted, “mercy, oh great champion of water fights.” 

You debated not telling him that you were also about to give up, but ultimately your honest side won over. How could you ever lie to him? “I was just about to ask for a truce myself.” 

His chest rumbled as he laughed, “I still did it first, which means you won.” 

“Then I graciously accept my victory. It was a valiant effort, Lord Phainon.” 

“And I even got you a prize,” he moved to the edge of the pool, signalling for you to sit down.

You obeyed, and watched as he ruffled through his shirt’s pockets. Not thinking, you reached out to grab a handful of pomegranate seeds, and found that they were still completely cold. For a moment you considered not eating them, as they’d still been touched by bath water, but then you remembered you were in the Heroes Baths. If the water was always the perfect temperature, then it could also be self-cleaning. Probably. Either way, you were famished after the impromptu splash battle, and decided there was little harm in eating them.

“There!” Phainon exclaimed before clenching whatever he was looking for in his fist. He approached, and you noticed his cheeks were dusted with a light shade of red. “Can you turn around? I want to surprise you.” 

“I’m already surprised. You didn’t need to get me anything.” Your heart swelled at the gesture. 

“Please?” He looked so sincere that you couldn’t help but do as he asked.

“Close your eyes.” 

You shook your head in amusement as your vision went dark. From behind, you felt him place something around your neck, leaving behind a slight weight on your chest. He fiddled with the gift before letting out a small hum of approval. 

“Now open.”

When you looked down, there was a golden chain around your neck, adorned with a small ornament. You took the object in your hands, and traced the carvings of a star in between your fingers. It was intricately made, the metalwork finer than the swords carried by the guards.

Initially, you couldn’t find the words to express how you felt. How did everything in your life align so perfectly that you met Phainon? Why was he willing to go to such lengths to please you? You were happy enough just having him in your life, but he always managed to exceed expectations and bury himself deeper in your heart.

“I know you loved the projection of the night sky back at The Grove, especially the constellations.

“Phainon, this is…” 

“Do you like it?” 

“It’s perfect,” you turned around, and threw your arms around his neck. “It’s so perfect. I don’t know how to thank you for this.” 

He reciprocated the hug, squeezing you tightly to his bare chest. “You are…” he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him, unnerved by his sudden silence. When your eyes met, he relaxed, and brought a hand to your cheek. “You are very special to me. Whenever I’m on patrol in the Abyss, I look to the sky and remember the constellations. They remind me of you, and why I have to keep going. No matter what, I will always come back to you.”

The two of you had only been friends a few years, and sweethearts for a couple of months, but you felt like you’d known him your whole life. In your mind you were intimidated by his status, but the moment you saw him, it felt like you were right where you belonged. His gift was a reminder of that; a sign that he was always with you. 

But words are often easier thought than said. You found yourself unable to properly express the bundle of emotions swelling in your chest. It was a bittersweet feeling, one rooted in your deeply seated affection for him. Sometimes it scared you how much you cared for him, but it came as natural as breathing. There was also a sadness to his words; a reminder of the never-ending fight that stretched far into his future. You knew that, deep down, there was something more driving him, a motivation spurned on by tragedy. What that tragedy was, you weren’t sure, as it was hidden behind the heroic mask Phainon wore so expertly wore. Perhaps one day he would allow you to glimpse into the very depths of his being, and for once allow someone else to support him. 

Instead of words, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. When he smiled against your lips, you knew that he understood how you felt. He guided you to straddle his lap and pulled you in closer. You tangled a hand into his hair, your fingers grasping at the silver locks. The two of you continued for a long while, until you finally had to break away and breathe. 

Even then, he pulled you back into a tight hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. You closed your eyes, basking in the closeness. 

“What time is it?” You eventually asked after nearly falling asleep in his embrace. 

“Past Curtain-Fall Hour.” 

A heavy sigh escaped you. As much as you wished to remain with him, you had to work in the morning, and he was leaving for the Abyss. “I should get home.” 

Despite the trip back to Marmoreal Market being short, Phainon insisted on walking you home. He was oddly silent, which meant there was something he wanted to say, but didn’t know how. You decided to keep your mouth shut for the time being; he would tell you when he was ready. After a kiss goodbye, you headed to bed, and dreamed of the night sky once again. 

[tinyflowercat]

Heyo! I'm Connor! 22 | AudHd | Fire/Dark Specialist | Unova Native but my heart belongs to all regions <3

I've travelled a lot in my life with my grandparents! Seen tons of Pokemon in tons of different regions. With my grandpa being a professor I have quite a bit of Pokemon knowledge under my belt, so if you have a question for me, don't be afraid to ask!

You might even know my grandpa, he's pretty cool lol.

Anyhow, I don't really battle anymore. Not as much as I did as a kid anyways. Earned a few dozen badges but as the days grew longer they also grew harder. Can't really travel well while being disabled.

I still battle for funsies from time to time, though my partner absolutely scorns it.

I am the proud trainer of (way too) many Pokemon and I generally rotate my team out on a steady schedule but there are a couple who openly reside with me at all times, which leads me to-----

My tripod Skitty, Clover, is definitely always around. She's a lovely little thing that reminded me my disability doesn't have to be a weakness. You'll definitely be seeing her a lot on here!

Anyhow, take care, train responsibly and see you around!

DNI: Backyard breeders, Team Rocket (Y'ALL SUCK) & hyper-selective trainers (i.e: Trainers who believe in training the strongest rather than forming a significant bond & friendship).

CURRENT TEAM UNDER THE CUT-

Also about the unreality tagging: here

Interact with them here!:

[starry-bi-sky]

watch me end up making a superdad au coz of WTNS

because!!! because i was thinking about how funny it is that Bruce's first two kids (Dick and Danny) would be superman fans, and how funny it would be if that influenced his opinion on Superman when they first met. And then I got to picking that apart, and how Danny's opinion and feelings on Superman would have the bigger impact on Bruce than Dick, since Dick's admiration for Superman (presumably) comes from the standard little kid "he's an alien and he can FLY" (and flying graysons) stuff. Which, while very very cute, is easy to ignore and disallow swaying feelings on.

But DANNY? It's not the same. While part of Danny's admiration comes from the same "holy shit he's an alien and can fly thats so COOL" vein, it also comes from a place of feeling deeply relatable to him. Both he and Superman were/are perceived as incredibly powerful, deeply dangerous creatures that are nigh impossible to stop, they have a handful of powers that are similar to one another, and they are (one of) the only ones of their kind. Superman is (one of) the last Kryptonian, Danny is (one of) the only Liminal in existence, and they might not be the same species but the principle remains the same and they're in the same boat.

As a result, Danny would just, god, he'd find so much relation in that. And yeah they're not the same but Superman would make him feel just a little less alone, a little more seen, and he'd find so much comfort in that.

And Bruce, by the time he meets Superman, would know by then about Danny's powers and his experiences and his time as Phantom and as a Liminal. And it's easy to ignore your kid's admiration for another Superhero when it stems from a place of plain hero worship or simple appreciation. It's harder to ignore it when your kid admires a Superhero because they make them feel seen and relate to them on a level you can't reach them on.

When that's the reason, how could he not think differently about Superman? When, by then, he's seen the scars left on Danny's body from all of his fights; when he's seen him cry and break down over never being able to fly again thanks to the blood blossom poison; when he's heard all about the struggles he faced with his powers, the fear he had about being found out, the fear he had when he was first developing them; and how he was ostracized by his city for his efforts just because he wasn't human, despite how much he was just trying to help.

How could he not look at Superman when they first meet, mask-to-mask, and have a little voice in the back of his mind go: 'my kid is a lot like you'

its making me emotional. if these feeligns persist im going to end up making a superdad au

[dragonknightofsummerset]

Had to post these somewhere & I choose here!! Just look at his face as he looks Wheeljack up and down at the grenade on Wheeljack's hip

And also the face he makes after Wheeljack hands it to him:

[joels-mailbox]

You said you remember all past smps and stuff, which includes double life, but does Etho remember double life?

I’d be pretty blummin confused if he didn’t, we all remember everything, and all reference it!

[paetal]

also i think im gonna clean up my followers a bit so please like this post if you really do want to stick around and have our muses interact in the future!

[rivalmelty]

they are fukuzawa’s boys, adopted twins, and menaces to the yokohama police

(pls do not tag as beast)

[purble-sunclown]

I never post anything on Tumblr, and I apologize for that! I am more active on Twitter, but I'll try to post here as frequently as I can! For now, I'd like to introduce my TADC OC, Shapely!

This spunky, silly, optimistic little jester is the newest member of the Amazing Digital Circus, a few months after Pomni arrived! Shapely isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and she is quite oblivious and gullible at times. Her head is based on a wooden shape-sorting puzzle toy, having the ability to store shape blocks, as well as some other random objects, inside her head like some sort of magical compartment.

Being 19 years old, Shapely is still a little immature and childish, but when the situation needs it, she does her best to stay focused and serious. Regardless of her lack of common sense, Shapely isn't too dumb. She has a bit of smarts in her! In fact, she's really good at solving puzzles!

Don't be mad at me when I say that I ship her with Jax, I'm gonna stick to his character and not make him a total lover boy, I promise (in fact, the feelings are one-sided) 😭

[ojamayellow]

help!?

[sleuth-mila-young]

🔍 PROMO 🔎

A black screen awaited any viewer who dared to tune in. Judgement here was long gone, it being passed onto the unrighteous. A sizzling, static noise struck the shadow-filled display, absent of any empathetic touch.

...!

"OW!"

A shriek of pain interrupted the solitude.

To follow the yelp, a long, quiet rustle was audible on the other end. Though whatever waited on the other end wasn't visible, the panicked, hurried sounds spoke for them all the same. Rustling and rummaging hissed through the blackened screen. The mental picture could easily be put into your mind.

...After a minute or two of agonizing and awkward waiting, the camera finally took focus, colors flooding the screen. What stood in plain view was a short gentleman with tanned, bronzed skin and short, black curly hair. They smiled sheepishly, smoothing back their hair and brushing off their suit. "...It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." They nodded politely, putting a gloved hand on their heart. "We don't know each other yet, but... I hope we will come to. I'm Mila Law Young, a detective at the Royal Court Agency."

"For a back of a better word, I have gotten wind that thing's have been... risque, around these parts, wouldn't you say? An assortment of crime running in these dark, shaded backstreets, hiding under our noses... And I simply cannot live with the idea that innocent civilians are getting mixed in the middle of it."

"So... that's why I'm here!" Mila beamed, grinning from ear to ear. "To protect and serve! To get to the bottom of these terrible sins that are haunting our youth! Whatever you need, please don't hesitate to contact me. Please remember that I'm a resource, an ear to listen, and, hopefully, a friend."

The sleuth bowed, looking up with a wink. "...I'm at your service."

@ask-a-gremlin @ask-shslpianist @ask-miu-iruma @a-perfect-wish @scxrs-will-fade @roguesinger @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @photographic-misery @obsolete-journalist @demons-for-darling @candy-cocktail @ultimate-class-rep @depths-of-hope-and-despair @devoted-nychta and anyone else not tagged! feel free to jump in/ignore!

[cacw]

I think online mutual culture is killing some of you

[frostbite-the-bat]

talked w/ a friend about this and wanted to post something similar yesterday after a convo i saw also

about people criticizing ttcc / ttcc fans for just... being cog fans? being cog centric? usually coming from people who only like the toons.

and everyone likes what they like! it's okay! but saying that people who like the cogs are horrible and support the bad things they do, is just blatantly wrong. i thought we knew that enjoying villainous and morally Bad / grey characters is... okay? it doesn't mean you support what they do. it's interesting to explore these topics.

i've seen many people just... paint anyone who likes the cogs as horrible because they're "apologists of x and y" and... i dunno. rubs me the wrong way! you do have a point and recognize the cogs do bad things, but liking them as characters means nothing about who you are as a person.

and this is not to say that people who are in toontown for the toons are bad. hell! they are right this IS toontown. i may be on the cog liker side but i like the toons! maybe ocs more than the npcs - mostly because i like my friends and the sheer creativity the toons can bring out!!

SO what i wanna say... i dunno. let's not point fingers...? let's have fun in a goofy cartoon game together??? also complaining about people liking VILLAIN ROBOTS on TUMBLR is kind of funny to me. do you realize where you are. but then again a lot of this i see on discord and in-game as well since i avoid things on tumblr... i am a sensitive little fella i avoid misty fight bc of One Really mean "Critic" guy i saw there and i have been shivering in my bootsies since. so you get me

but like yes ttcc is more cog centric but... that's okay? things could be written better and i still wanna speak on it, and i do thing the toons deserve attention and better writing... but the fact it focuses on the cogs isn't... bad? if you don't like how con centric it is you can go play ttr...? god forbid people have fun and explore the villain's side of things...? i'm not saying either toontown server is better or worse than the other... and everyone can like their own things!!

but like... people will just like the cogs and that's okay and it doesn't make you bad. let's all be friends okay? both sides may be going at each other's necks in-game and the cogs in fact do horrible things - but it's what makes them fun, and it gives the toons things to do in the game!! but we don't gotta !!!!!!!! i may be really sarcastic and sometimes mean in private but like that's me just privately sassing, deep down i think people should just... y'know..? enjoy things.

so yea that's the guzma / cathal thought of today. toon people cog people both people are all awesome as fuck and you keep doing what you're doing i love you toontown isn't toontown without you