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[thefabulousfab-3]

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Hi!!! 💗 We don’t interact very often but I think you are so lovely and sweet! I always enjoy reading your tags on my posts and I smile when I see you come across my dash. Im so glad our mutual love for nhie brought us together ❤️.

Seriously, you are such a delight and we need to talk more!!!! ❤️❤️

mutuals send me a 💌 and ill tell u something i love about you

[undertalethingems]

Unexpected Guests Chapter Ten, Act Two: Page 20

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I sure hope no one's tired of Undyne being awesome. Because well. She is very much not done with being awesome.

Look for the next update on Aug. 29th!

[ruporas]

fond of marcille (id in alt)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER TWELVE POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: Slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[muzzlemouths]

what remains after ruination - part 2

— read part 1 here

It starts with a promise.

Actually, it starts with two. One for each pinky.

The first is straightforward: you’re halfway out of the pizzaplex exits when a tug at your shoulder reels you back, and you realize they’ve stopped just short of the door, an uneasy tremble taking up the space between their limbs. You can sympathize with that fear. To them, this place isn’t the prison you saw it to be, it’s just home. The only place they’ve ever known. Leaving is scary, but staying is scarier. Worse by tenfold. All they need is a little push or, in this case, a pull. That’s exactly what you do.

“Hey, look at me,” your palm warms their own, hand over hand. “You don’t need to think about it. You can close your eyes if that’s easier. Let me be your guide, I’ll walk you out of here blind if that’s what it takes.”

Your words resonate with them if only by tell of clawed fingers gently squeezing back, and you want to smile, to encourage them with nothing but hope in your eyes, but your voice already quivers. Not out of fear, but anger. A boiling contempt for the place that only ever did them wrong.

“Look at me,” you repeat, waiting this time until their hollowed sockets clink towards you. “I am getting you out of here, okay? Once you step through this door, that’ll be the end of it. You never have to come back. It will be scary, and it will be troublesome, but you won’t be alone anymore. Not ever again.” Despite it all, you manage that smile. If it’s all you can muster you want to at least give them that. “I promise.”

There isn’t heads nor tails of your smile being returned and it guts you beyond anything that can be said. Someone so beloved, who retraced your spirit with a grin, smirk or snicker at every turn, now standing between the doorway with an expression like the fire ruined more than their body. Like their mind blinks static, battery fluid creeping beneath the eyes. They are haunted by the remnants of a company which failed them long before now.

Even still, out from held hands draws a pinky, hesitant yet extended toward you in expectation, their eyes never leaving yours; of course, how could you hope to keep a promise without shaking on it?

They cross the threshold the moment your pinkies collide.

You keep their gaze while leaving the dreaded place behind, never once allowing them to look over their shoulder. It’s all over with, you determine. There’s no reason to watch what’s left behind. All the pain, the isolation, the waiting. It ended here.

The second promise isn’t far behind. It happens once you’re already home and, disastrously, from the very second you release their hand.

“I’m going to find some new clothes,” you tell them, careful to tiptoe around the implications of their condition — the stench of burnt fabric and loss of limb. “I think I have some old clothes that should fit. Just hold tight, okay? I’ll only be a minute.”

It takes longer than a minute. Maybe two, maybe three, but you leave them behind for no more than that before a terrible crash echoes from your bathroom. The culprit? An oblong mirror overseeing your sink, now only a collection of shattered glass resting on bathroom tile.

Inside the tub is where you find them. Head in hands, knees to chest, and an awful wail shredding their voice box. Terrible shards of bad scary broken reflect back on them, their truths sharp as any blade, certainties they’d rather deny even at the expense of their own sanity.

“Don’t look,” they cry, face hidden behind mangled digits.

You’ve never been one to listen. A rulebreaker at heart. You take their hands into your own for the third time that night and mind the fragments of jagged silver that trickle away, silent as each comes to rest in their lap.

“I want to look,” comes your reply, only a whisper. “I want to see you. I don’t care what that looks like, so long as it’s you. I will never look away.”

Robots do not weep. They lack the tears to cry and the heart to hurt, yet, undoubtedly, what rips through their voice box is nothing short of a sob. Their body jerks forward and cranes at the neck, instinctively dropping their face into your chest as each howl brings new waves of motion that rock their shoulders up-down, up-down, up-down.

The second promise isn’t said aloud. It’s mouthed under your breath, a silent vow as you hold them close. A promise to rebuild. You would not rest until their smile returned.

This night signals many changes, anything to help bring them some peace, starting with the mirrors. Every reflective surface is either taken down or covered with sheets. The clothes come second. You help them from the bathtub and hand over a folded pile of hand-me-downs, turning to offer them some privacy only to feel a hand grab for the back of your shirt, an unspoken invitation to stay. You do, not having the heart to refuse.

The process is difficult. They strain to remove what remains of their clothes, outfits reduced to singed fabric, the sound of it being forcibly ripped away meets your back and it’s all you can do not to wince. There’s nothing left to salvage. In a horrible twist of irony, the absence of their bells rings loudest.

It isn’t until they’re fully dressed again that you remember the wires, messy and shorting all over the place. Thoughts of a fire breaking out with them as the source make you dizzy enough to find the wall for support. You want nothing more than to sit them in front of a charging port and let them rest, but this isn’t something you can easily ignore.

Now knowing better than to leave them behind, you instead guide them into your bedroom and spend a minute digging through four separate drawers, the endeavor seemingly fruitless until you come back with a half-empty roll of electrical tape from the last time you tried (and failed) to repair your laptop based on nothing but a youtube tutorial and hope.

Turning around, it’s here where you finally take in the full display of them in your clothes. The pants ride up to just below the knee, and the shirt – though fitting in every other way – sits just above their waistline. It would be a sight worthy of laughter were either of you in the mood.

Even from here you can see the fabric bulging outward to split-end wires. It’s a dangerous combo, one that would surely kill you both if it isn’t taken care of tonight, late as it already is.

Now the trouble came with figuring out how best to word it.

“I’m sorry to ask,” you begin, sheepishly casting your gaze aside, “but I need you to lift your shirt. Can you do that for me?”

You busy yourself with unwrapping the roll if only for an excuse to avoid their eyes for a minute longer. For all intents and purposes you’ve seen them shirtless more often than not. Even so, this felt like an enormous invasion of privacy. A request that is too much, too soon, even if it arrived with a purpose.

Maybe it’s the guilt. That, because you never could get yourself to say three simple words, you’d maybe never get to say them at all. Not without working back up to it, at least. Maybe it’s the shame in hiding behind friendship bracelets when all you wanted to do was pour your heart out until nothing remained between you but the truth.

Now isn’t the time. Maybe it would never be time. Maybe that moment had passed, already, and you would just have to accept that this was the new normal. That you would never have that chance again.

It doesn’t actually matter, because they don’t give you the time to even try. Already having disrobed, their index finger taps gently against your nose to bring you back to the present.

You do your best not to stare at the damage to their waist as you patch it up. A haphazard and amateurish job if you’ve ever seen one, but it’ll do.

“Are you tired?” The words arrive with little warning and, truthfully, you don’t even need an answer. You can see it in their slumped posture, the heavy creak with which they move as the shirt falls back into place. And why shouldn’t they be exhausted? Truth be told, it’s a miracle they made it out in…mostly one piece. Tired is an understatement. You aren’t sure how they’re still standing.

They confirm your suspicions with a nod and a mumble, nothing more.

“Got peanut butter in your throat?” You ask.

And there it is; their smile. Small, a little funny without the teeth, but there all the same.

You remember that talk like it was yesterday. The daycare had closed not five minutes before, which meant you were running around like a busy bee to take care of cleanup. Sun had thrown his voice across the room to ask if you knew where the disinfectant had run off to.

“Mhm,” you had answered, hardly a mutter.

“Got peanut butter in your throat?”

It had startled you back into focus. You turned over your shoulder to find him there, hands on his hips, that silly grin stretching his cheeks.

“Sometimes the kids bring PB&J sandwiches to the daycare,” Sun explains, “and the peanut butter, well, it gets all sticky in their throat, and they have so many thoughts going through their little heads that they don’t stop to use their voices, they just mumble.” He laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world, and his smile is contagious, blooming like, well, like sunlight on your skin. It sticks with you like peanut butter sticks to one’s throat.

“Friend?”

The new voice, scratchy like an old record, brings you back to the present. Their smile is gone now, replaced with a worrisome frown. You convince yourself to stop dwelling on the past for the time being. No good will come of it when tomorrow itself still isn’t certain.

“Just got distracted,” you tell them, forcing a smile of your own. “Let’s get you to an outlet, yeah? I’m sure you’re more exhausted than you’re letting on.”

Their hand curls more surely around yours this time as you guide them the remaining distance to your bed. Sure, having them sleep here will make your sheets smell of burnt debris, but you aren’t about to banish them to the couch. Not after the night – no, the months they’ve had festering in that abandoned hole of a pizzaplex.

You do your best to ignore the feeling of eyes on your back as you cross the room from there. Very few things were brought back from the daycare, most of it being the far and few between children’s drawings that somehow avoided becoming ash in the inferno, but alongside them you were sure to grab their charging cord. It’s thick like an extension, and looked like it would fit just fine in a normal outlet, but you couldn’t say for sure how well your house’s electric system would handle the kind of output necessary to charge an entire robot.

“I’m not even sure this is going to work,” you tell them, waving the cord around for emphasis. “So just, uh, cross your fingers Su–” the name makes it halfway out of your mouth before your teeth clamp down. You try again, no more confident than before. “Er…Moon?”

“Eclipse,” they answer, smile returning with ease. So, too, do they show their hand; fingers crossed.

“Right,” you nod. What was it you said about their smile being contagious? “Eclipse. I like that – even if it’ll take some getting used to.”

Their cord is plugged into the wall without a hitch. You climb into bed after them, feeling nothing if not a little flustered about it all, and carefully draw the shirt’s collar away from the back of their neck.

“Alright, so far so good, now we just need to get this thing hooked up to you and we’re home free.”

“And if not?” They ask, looking over their shoulder with the wettest eyes a robot has to offer.

“Then we’ll figure it out from there,” you declare. “Now hold still, I’ve never done this before.”

It should be easy as plugging in anything else, right? Just angle the connector, slide it into place, and—

Darkness swallows your house whole.

They hadn’t held the charge for even a second – sitting bolt upright, then sagging again as the power source left their body quick as it came. Shit.

“Well, I guess that answers my question about how much output my house can handle,” you sigh. “Let me go flip the panel outside so it restarts, then maybe I can head to the store and get a decent generator, and from there I can—”

Their hand finds yours before you’ve even fully retreated from the bed, catching you like a lifesaver, and you remember abruptly that they are still lost at sea.

“Don’t go,” they plead, whispering still. Confliction must be written all over your face, for they continue without your answer. “Stay. We will last until morning.”

You aren’t convinced. There it is, again. The guilt. If they don’t last until morning, if their charge runs out while you sleep, selfishly resting as their very life drains away, it will be the second time you’ve abandoned them.

But if you leave them now, when they are at their lowest, will it not be an even worse fate? Should you not be here, at the very least, if and when their battery bleeds its last?

You nod decisively, steeling yourself for whatever happens, and offer them your pinky. “Do you promise?”

Their smile reappears, wider than ever, as though they are eager to return the favor. “I promise,” they nod. “We promise.”

You shake on it.

The darkness doesn’t bother you. In fact, as you climb into bed again and fit yourself beside them, knowing that nothing in the morning is certain except that you will have to reset your clocks, you find that nothing in the world could bother you more than being without them.

Eclipse helps you gather the blankets up to your chests, and you face each other just like that, giggling like kids in a pillow fort, and things don’t feel so bleak anymore.

Your life is changing, and it will be scary, and it will be troublesome, but you won’t go into it alone.

After all, you have a promise to keep.

[hisbucky]

Bobby: Buck and I went ice skating today. Eddie: ...Did he fall down? Bobby: A lot. It was like watching Bambi. Eddie: Do you have pictures? Bobby, rolls eyes: I'm not an amateur, Diaz. Trade you for pics of him with Christopher? Eddie, considering: Deal. We just went to the zoo yesterday, so I've got a lot of new ones.

[ladatucha]

heard they hate eggs or something

[miyanaxxi]

TDP Characters As Random Stuff My Friends And I Say PT5

Claudia: You people got the basic "fight or flight". Me? I got "bite". I either bite to fight, or bite then flight. You either get bitten in self defense, or you get bitten in offence.

Rayla: I don't need saving. I need to manage my savings.

Kasef: Bitch, I would gladly work a nine-to-five jumping you every day. If it doesn't get me paid, oh fucking well, I got to jump you. Aanya, flipping him off: Go on, jump me, you absolute goober. I will eat your ventilation. Terry: I'm feeling a bit DABDA right now. Corvus: Feeling what? Terry: DABDA. Corvus: What is "DABDA"? Terry: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. Corvus: You're sad. Terry: Ding-a-ding, six points to you. Janai: Somebody hold me back before I commit arson. Harrow: Let's be real, if it weren't for me, you'd all actually be completely the same. I did shit. Peace, mofos. Viren: Someone once told me I'd make it far in life. Aaravos: Hey, don't look at me, I never lie.

Soren: Who's betting that [Corvus] will have a husband when he gets back from [Lux Aurea]? Callum, slowly raising his hand: Wouldn't you want to be the husband? Soren, frog-blinking: Wait, shit, yeah. OKAY, who's betting that [Corvus] will propose to me when he gets back from [Lux Aurea]?

Gren: It's so stuffy in here, I'm literally dying. Runaan: I am already dead. Callum: I'm tired. Rayla: Me too. Callum and Rayla, in unison: Tired of your shit. Callum: Rayla: Callum and Rayla, in unison: Damn.

[squireofgeekdom]

I love both of these moments and I think it's such a strong and compelling choice to show us Paul just unabashedly running to hug his mentors with nary an eyeblink from his family or any of the people around who work for House Atreides, people he'd be expected to some day lead (which particularly stands out in the first instance, which is on their formal arrival onto Arrakis!). In a matter of seconds it tells us not only what kind of person Paul is at this point and what these character dynamics are like, but by extension tells us about how his family has raised him and paints a picture of House Atreides.

[jade-branch-qa]

Through a Tumblr wormhole, Surge and Sang-mi wander into a small park. There, they see ATN!Surge and Trip, sitting on a bench. The tenrec had the lizard on her lap and her arms around her, playing with her tummy.

“Thought you could sneak away with all the donuts, didja, shithead?” ATN!Surge snarked playfully.

“Hey! I did sneak away with them!” Trip retorted proudly, “And they were really good donuts!”

“Not good enough to share with your girlfriends, obviously!!”

“Duh. I wanted them all for myself.”

As the pair laughs, how do Jade!Surge and Sang-mi join in on the conversation?

"Trip!" Sang-mi cheered as she dashed towards the couple at surprising speeds and snatched the lizard from ATN! Surge's lap in one fell swoop. "I've missed you so much!"

She hugged the former guardian tight with a blissful smile on her face, utterly unaware on the panic and confusion that was surging through her unintended victim.

"Hey! Let her go!" ATN! Surge growled, who unlike the tall tenrec in front of her was well aware of her girlfriend's social anxieties.

"But it's Trip! She-" Sang-mi tried before dropping Trip the moment she saw the lizard's terrified face.

"That's not your...friend." Jade Surge stated the obvious as she walked up the others, her hands in her pockets as she balanced on the balls of her feet. "There being another me didn't clue you in?"

"I... I'm so sorry!" Sang-mi said as she bowed. "I thought you were someone else, I'm so, so sorry!"

"Oh, wait, I know you! You're the moron who called the Sol emeralds gimmicks!" ATN!Surge hissed as she pointed at the other Surge.

"Yep, that's me." Jade Surge grinned. "Have fun outliving Kit and be sad for all eternity."

"Why, you little shit!"

A single emerald manifested above the furious tenrec before an intense heat could be felt as she turned blue with a loud growl. Jade Surge for her part just laughed as electricity bounded across her body.

"HAHA FUCK YES! LET'S DO THIS!" She cheered with a manic grin.

Sang-mi and Trip just looked at the chaos next to them as the twin Surges bounded across the town at speeds neither could ever hope to follow, much less match.

"S-should we stop them?" Sang-mi asked but Trip just shook her head.

"B-better to just let t-them get it out of their system..." she said before looking up at the tall woman next to her. "Y-you said you know your version of me?"

"Oh yes! Northstar Island isn't far from Holangi!" Sang-mi explained. "We met while I was there on vacation last year."

"W-wait! Vacation? On Northstar Island?" Trip’s eyes went wide at the idea.

"Yes? Your tribe's elder started a tourist initiative for the nearby island maybe...four years ago?" Sang-mi hummed before her smile fell at the crestfallen face of the sungazer.

"T-tribe elder? B-but I'm all alone? T-the last sungazer..."

Sang-mi hugged the lone guardian tight and this time, Trip didn't shy away.

"Not anymore, you're not." Sang-mi hummed. "You got your amazing girlfriends!"

"Mm, I-" Trip tried before Jade Surge grabbed her sister as she ran past.

"Wha- Surge! What are you-" Sang-mi tried before she saw not only the other Surge, now sporting a black eye giving chase but also a yellow cat and a pink hedgehog dashing towards them at high speeds.

"Even I can't stand up against an entire fucking polycule!" Jade Surge laughed as she sped through a wormhole that appeared out of nowhere as they so often did.

'I really need to call Trip.' Sang-mi thought as they arrived in their own dimension.

[syrupsyche]

4.14.1:

“And, above all,” said Enjolras, “let us raise the flag again.” He picked up the flag, which had fallen precisely at his feet.

5.1.23:

Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, as though the balls had nailed him there. Only, his head was bowed. Grantaire fell at his feet, as though struck by a thunderbolt

Many things seem to fall at Enjolras' feet.

[loregoddess]

Ancient Beastling Deciphered (literally)

So when I played Octo2, I saw the phrase "Ghormf" ef "thanks" and thought it sort of looked like a simple substitution cipher. This has haunted me long enough that I sat down last night and gave deciphering Ancient Beastling a try and lo, in the English localization it is indeed a simple substitution cipher.

Here's the cipher that's being used in the game:

Using this, we can "translate" the dialogue for the "Ghormf!" side quest:

The quest starts after speaking to the beastling in the Nameless Village (henceforth referred to as NVB, since he doesn't have a name).

NVB:

E'da taar jaolrern huzor fpaach jogajy. I've been learning human speech lately. Tug e bir'g mris his gi foy "ghormf". But I don't know how to say "thanks". His bi yiu foy "ghormf"? E zufg mris! How do you say "thanks"? I must know!

After traveling to Beasting Village, you can speak with the beastling there (henceforth BVB, as he also lacks a name).

BVB: E'da taar jaolrern orcearg fpaach jogajy. I've been learning ancient speech lately. E jaolrab his gi foy "ghormf"! I learned how to say "thanks"!

After the player guides BVB back to the Nameless Village and speaks with NVB, a cutscene plays out.

NVB: E'da taar jaolrern huzor fpaach jogajy. I've been learning human speech lately. BVB: E'da taar jaolrern orcearg fpaach jogajy. I've been learning ancient speech lately. NVB: Ih. Bi yiu mris his gi foy "ghormf"? Oh. Do you know how to say "thanks"? BVB: "Ghormf" ef "thanks". "Thanks" is "<thanks>". NVB: Ih! "Ghormf ef "thanks"! Oh! "Thanks" is "<thanks>"! Sohoho! E jaolrab fizaghern ras giboy! Wahaha! I learned something new today! "Thanks" daly zuch! "<Thanks>" very much!

Afterwards, BVB remains in the Nameless Village near NVB. If the player speaks to them, this is what they say.

NVB: Jaolrern huzor fpaach ef wur! Sohoho! Learning human speech is fun! Wahaha! BVB: Ancient speech... Very hard. But... Jaolrern eg ef wur! Ohoho! Learning it is fun! Ahaha!

And, that's the Ancient Beastling speech translated! Well, almost. As you can see in the cipher images, there's 4 missing letter substitutions. I could only find the guide dialogue for Temenos's guide from a video tutorial for the quest, where BVB says, "All right. Jaob gha soy." ("All right. Lead the way."), but I wasn't going to try and scour every video that's ever been uploaded in hopes of capturing unique dialogue for other path actions.

Despite a few cursory searches, I haven't been able to find dialogue script for all of the potential path actions, which might fill in the missing letters on the cipher. Since both files I currently have in Octo2 are already 100% completed, I also can't go and see what these two NPCs say when I use path actions aside from guide on them to grab the text for myself, nor have I been able to find a text dump to scour.

(If nothing else, I might end up trying to grab screenshots for myself on my next playthrough, whenever that may be. But! If anyone happens to have screenshots or a video or the text handy of the path actions for these two NPCs, I'd love to take a look).

Some more notes on my process, and guesses for the letters missing from the cipher, below the cut.

Deciphering the cipher wasn't really that hard, since we're given the key that "ghormf" = "thanks", so I was able to write out the alphabet, and then start writing in the substitution letters above their corresponding letters (I handwrote everything while working through this, but I don't have pics handy, so no process images this time sorry).

Then I just had to go through and start applying what letters I knew for sure to other lines of dialogue and then filling in the rest of the letters based on educated guesses (i.e. "Ghormf ef "thanks". became "Thanks" [e]s "thanks". so it was pretty obvious that "ef' was "is", which meant that Ancient Beastling e = i; also the phrase "Thanks" daly zuch! seemed to fit the phrase "Thanks" very much! and when I applied the letter substitutions for "very" and "much" to the rest of the cutscene dialogue, it made other words pop out, and so on and so forth until I had the cutscene dialogue completely translated, by which time the entire cipher was all but complete).

Obviously, there's a few missing letters: we don't have the Ancient Beastling equivalent to j, q, x, or z, since those letters weren't used in any of the dialogue I could find, and the letters k, q, x, and v weren't used, meaning they're the substitutions for j, q, x, and z but we don't know which letters they substitute for.

There's probably an official cipher, but until it's released (or if I find more letters in the path action dialogue eventually), I don't know for sure what the substitution letters would be.

I do have a guess of course, if you're into speculation.

Based on the pattern of the cipher, and the fact that Ancient Beastling looks like something I could read out loud if I wanted to, we can assume the missing letters of the cipher should still be "readable" for phrases translated to Ancient Beastling.

Therefore, my best guess is that x = x and q = q because they're weird letters, and my tentative guess is that English j = k, and English z = v.

x isn't used in English often, so keeping it as it is avoids losing the use of a more versatile letter, and also avoids the various phonetic qualities of x being lost when put through the cipher.

Keeping q as q would preserve the "qu" rule that appears in English, making encoding words with "qu" less awkward looking in Ancient Beastling: i.e. "quiet" would become "queag" which still doesn't look like English despite preserving 40% of the characters, and could still be pronounced out loud.

I'm tempted to have English j become k and z become v simply based on the phonetic qualities of the letters: z and v have a slight buzz when enunciated, and then j and k are the leftover letters. However alternately using j = v and z = k doesn't make the encoded Ancient Beastling unreadable per se.

For example:

the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog (using j = k, and z = v) gha quecm tlasr wix kuzpf idal gha jovy bin (compare against j = v and z = k) gha quecm tlasr wix vuzpf idal gha joky bin

Here's another:

pack my bag with five dozen liquor jugs (using j = k, and z = v) pocm zy ton segh weda bivar jequil kunf (compare against j = v and z = k) pocm zy ton segh weda bikar jequil vunf

So, I guess if you're going to use the cipher to write Ancient Beastling into a fanfic or something like that, you'll have to come up with your own headcanons for the missing letters based on your preferences. At least until either the path action dialogue that I'm missing potentially reveals the missing letters, or until we get access to the official cipher that was used.

In any case, I had a lot of fun cracking the cipher, and I hope you enjoyed reading about it as well. If you made it this far...

ghormf wil laobern!

[iamsigningmylifeaway]

ATP BINGO 2025

perfectly on time not a minute late. shoutout to my beloved beautiful bestie @rgrfederer for inspiring this as well as everything else on this platform

[amber-in-the-rough]

why would Aaravos want a mortal vessel?

alright, so

I've watched the new season. I've already screamed and cried and rolled under the table and I have one final question left.

Why would Aaravos want a mortal vessel? Especially now, when the Archdragons are gone. He is supposed to be infinitely stronger than any other being on Xadia. Supposed to, yeah. Did you see the so called 'master of all six primal sources' show off his mastery more than once? Because I didn't. And it pisses me off beyond measure because it really seems like bad writing to me. He just fucking didn't do anything, just stood there, waiting for his enemies to charge at him. He was easily overcome by fucking human chains and ballistas- and one archdragon- when we were said that in the past he could easily hold off against all of them! Damn. Imo, Aaravos was seriously downplayed this season.

I know, perhaps this was his plan- to get himself killed and take all of the archdragons with him. Even so, he should've put up more of a fight. NOT JUST STAND THERE WAITING TO BE SMACKED!

And still why? Why want Callum as a mortal vessel? It doesn't make any sense. Maybe the Star Council or what's they're called- maybe they have a restriction prohibiting them to hurt mortals? Which sounds rather stupid but it's the only explanation I can think of.

The creators tried to do the build-up for arc 3 and in doing so they rushed and blurred the arc 2 finale. Putting together the archdragon drama, killing Aaravos drama and Rayllum drama was a mistake. Neither got fully developed. And were they seriously trying to tell us that the main cast would have survived the nuclear burst explosion of a star while being protected only by Domina's wings??? What are the wicked things even made of?? Oceanic mithril???

The final showdown felt like a series of Chekhov's guns which never fired. They just made a lot of drama around them, then showed them to us and- that's it. I suppose, Aaravos's plan was to get stabbed by the Nova blade, then take over Callum's body (for whatever reason) as his giant form was being destroyed. But then- we return to the question of why move to another body when there's nothing stopping Ezran from stabbing Aaravos in Callum's body (aside from their brotherly bond but that's no big deal, he just needs to ask Soren or whatever-).

As a result, we got Ezran with a Nova blade which never got to be used- Callum with his coin spell which was interrupted halfway because Aaravos got charged at by a dragon and Callum's gunsight was broken??? ??? That's- I'll be honest, this is so dumb. No Nova, no dark magic. Why even bring that at all?

And finally, what did Aaravos even die from? He did not sustain any lethal damage. When Zubeia and Avizandum were lifting him up (and yes, why didn't he stop them? did he forget all of his spells and telekinesis as well??), what were they thinking?.. What were they gonna do? It looked like they were about to drop him but- this is also so dumb. I don't think that would have worked because if Aaravos is so easy to kill- Why the fuck didn't they kill him 300 years ago??? "Didn't want to?". God damn.

I won't believe that Aaravos didn't have the power to take down the archdragons and that's why he simply decided it would be easier to go boom and set off the rebirth cycle. I refuse to believe that he is so weak. After all, one, he already killed two archdragons and that went fine. And two, even humans managed to kill one! They even survived!

Overall, I am absolutely in love with the first half of the season. I loved all the conflict everywhere, the part in Silvergrove was wonderful, felt like a real holiday- The adventures of Claudia and Co were also very exciting to watch!

But after that... It got rushed, blurred and very, very odd.

At least we got a white streak Callum. And a whole lot of 1 (one) interaction between Aaravos and Callum. That's an achievement, yeah. I love when the main protagonist and the main antagonist only have two interactions throughout all of the seasons (no, I don't, I fucking hate it).

That would be all. This is entirely my humble and angry opinion so- you are welcome to disagree. But I will stand my ground. This went very oddly and some parts I unfortunately didn't like. But I am all in for arc 3. Even angry and a little disappointed, I still fucking love this show and would be more than excited to see how it all goes from here. We still have so much to learn and see. The cube, Claudia, Rayllum, Elarion, grown up and talking Zym (it was such a twist!), Harrow in a bird... Please let us see this! Please, Netflix! Aaravos is not defeated, he merely retreated, please let us see how they'll deal with him in seven years!

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If you say so, Official Boys Twitter Account. Your words, not mine.

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The next batch of actors have ended their contracts with Studio Wabi Sabi - among them Art Pakpoom (his latest project was a small support role in one episode of Fourever You), Benz Panupun (Prince in Between Us), Mix Wanut (Absolute Zero), O Puwanai (Wan in Between Us), Ryu Pakphum (Sea in Between Us, but also a screenwriter and assistant director) and Tor Supakorn (Absolute Zero).

A lot of these guys recently had support roles in Fourever You and future roles in Star Scope but technically Star Scope could still happen since the main actors are currently still with Studio Wabi Sabi - unless more actors will end their contracts in the coming months (which would be entirely in line with the announcement made last year about them going from talent management to production exclusively).

This leaves Studio Wabi Sabi with Earth Katsamonnat, Oat Tharathon, Bas Hatsanat, Golf Pasatorn, Pie Saranwut & Tonliew Methaphat (I'm not sure about Bever Patsapon since he doesn't list Wabi Sabi in his ig) - which makes sense since Fourever You 2 is in the planning stages and MaxkyBas are crazy popular with another series coming.