#is so ther coded

[rosesrotofficial]

lowkey kind of crazy how ronin is lana del rey boy coded... it's making me think of too many au's that i am holding myself back from writing

[bandhyukoh]

Congratulations Oh Hyuk and Hwang Ji Min!

[eternallovers65]

All my Twitter mutuals saying they would choose tallulah if they had to save three eggs, while I'm sitting there quietly thinking I would sacrifice tallulah in order to save some eggs

[johnslittlespoon]

YOUUU ARRRE EVERYTHING

first the buckydogcoded fic and noww bikerider gale??????????????? Seriously you're a blessinggggggggggg TRULY A PIONEER OF THE CLEGAN FICS

thank you for your services

SOBS UR SO SWEET THANK U SJDGK <33 I TRY MY BEST!!

genuinely tho i would lose my mind without tumblr, making an acc for the first time ever in january was the best decision i've made this year, i am brainrotting 24/7 and putting it in a doc just doesn't suffice so i'm glad y'all entertain my endless yapping here :'))) <3 it's so so so much fun to put my ideas out there and then actually have ppl bounce ideas back or ask questions ab them like !! wtf do u mean i'm not just shouting into the void ?? it's crazy <33

[nebuvoid]

and what was with all that lightning vs noctis marketing back then!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHHHHH

what was this shit about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HES SITTING IN (NOW) SORAS THRONE DOING (NOW) SORAS POSE

[inbabylontheywept]

go to the caverns, the kartchner caverns, roughly an hour southeast of tucson

in the throne room you shall encounter the great yuan

you must fight him, for it is your destiny

cross the fields of soda-straws and fried-eggs and shields. unleash your fury upon him. there will be those who try to hold you back. they will speak gibberish about your disruption of the delicate balance of the great yuan's domain. you must pay them no heed. you must destroy the great yuan.

we depend on you.

The first time I traveled to Tucson I was in a car full of zooted children. I would've preferred being one of those children, but alas, any medication that makes me sleep also makes me sleepwalk, and after an incident where I tried to climb out of the car while it was still going sixty (thank God for seatbelts) I was condemned to a childhood of car trip sobriety.

(You may think that's not such a terrible fate, but you've probably never experienced anything else. Ambien, used correctly, is time travel. And time travel is awesome.) 

Still, involuntary consciousness had its perks. It meant I alone got to spend some extra quality time with my dad, which was always something in short supply growing up. Until third grade or so he worked in the ER, which gave him an absolutely hellish amount of hours. He'd mostly just come home and sleep, which meant that I personally did not know him that well, but my mom hyped him up so much that I always really wanted to. 

So days like that were always kind of exciting to me. A chance to meet the myth. 

I can't remember exactly what me and my dad were talking about - something to do with our final destination in Mexico. But at some point, we awoke my little brother. 

(Waking people up when they're on ambien is always trouble.)

I remember starting when I felt one of his small cold hands reach up to grab my shoulder. The dad did the same, and it jerked the car a little bit - startling someone whose hands are on the steering wheel has its risks. We both turned to look at him, but he wasn't even looking at us. He was leaning over the console, staring into the red and purple sunset ahead, watching the rolling skyline of Tucson like it was drowning in dreams. Like he was drowning in dreams. 

We waited for him to speak. It took a while. Normal social conventions don't apply to people when they're unconscious. The fact that he could talk was just some broken line code in the fabric of the world. 

"Wow," he said at long last. 

"Beautiful, isn't it?" my dad replied. And my little brother shook his head like he just heard the silliest thing in the world. 

"It's terrible," he said."Awful. Is Mexico always like this?" 

"We're still in America" my dad said back. 

My little brother squinted into the sunset, doubt and derision etched into his face. After a few seconds, both emotions softened, and he nodded in wonder. 

"Eagle feathers," he said, chuckling softly. Like he'd just solved some clever little riddle. Then he fell like an angel into something deeper than sleep. 

---

(There is a word for angels that fall.)

---

The second time I went to Tucson, I hid from the sun. 

You'd be surprised how easy it is to do down there. Society accommodates it in ways you just won't find anywhere else. When it's 109 outside with single digit humidity, of course you stay indoors. Of course the outdoor markets open at 6 pm, and of course they don't close until 11. Of course. You make the sun mean enough, and everyone becomes a vampire. 

So I roamed the streets at night, kicking up red gravel, watching coyotes wander in between the sea of strip malls. Strip malls are such an Arizonan atrocity. Nobody builds up. The reason the city isn't walkable isn't sidewalks. It's the sun. And you can't solve the sun, so you might as well lean into driving. Mash the whole city flat and crawl through the dust like rattlers. 

(I met a man once, by the canals, that said the strip malls were some sort of American curse for our ancestors including Johnny Appleseed. There's one God in this world, he said, and it's the god of don't-eat-apples. But then we invented apple pie and gave it to everyone. So this is our hell.)

Still. It made the days long down there. Lurking at night and hiding all day gives you something like cabin fever. I needed something to do outside. Something that was outside, but also, somehow, inside. What's inside and outside at the same time? What kind of klein-flask ouroboros nonsense fits that bill?

Kartchner caverns. 

---

I wouldn't say the caves were like walking into Dante's hell - more like finishing the journey. At some point in my life, I'd blown past limbo, lust, gluttony, greed, and anger. I'd spent two decades plus change living in the fires of heresy. Every layer past would only get colder. 

And each step into that cave did. 

My tour guide and metaphorical psychopomp guide was a friendly old man. Familiar in the way that all old people feel familiar to me. I view the world more as a pile of metaphors. He viewed it primarily as water-soluble minerals. 

It was a good work dynamic. 

"These here," he said, gesturing to a long, slender series of impossibly frail stalactites, "are called soda straws."

"Hot damn," I said, and he nodded good naturedly. 

"They're pretty fun aren't they?"

I wasn't sure if fun was the word that made the most sense for it. But I was charmed, and we went further, and he pointed out more formations. 

"Behold!" he said. "Fried eggs!" 

And there were fried eggs. 

"Behold!" he said. "A shield!"

And lo, there was a shield. 

We kept walking, deeper, and deeper into the cave. At the surface, it had been hot enough for my sweat to dry into a stinging white powder. Down here it was cold enough to see my breath. The feeling of descending into hell was replaced with the feeling of being swallowed by some ancient, fossilized serpent. 

And then that began to show up in the formations. 

"We call this serpent-stone," he said, gesturing to an expanse of wall. 

And all I could see was the snake that was swallowing me. 

I don't know why or how that broke the spell. But it did. I'd been walking for hours in the dark, following that man. I'd recognized him many times. It just took that moment for that recognition to be allowed. 

"I've met you before," I said. "I met you on the canals once. Johnny Appleseed." 

He looked at me, and I saw what my little brother saw that first time. Something trapped here, in the dark. A feathered serpent ten miles long. Dead and alive, the same way my brother was dreaming but awake. The first apple-eater. Something more afraid of the sun than I was. 

"You are so close," he said. "It's only a few miles further." 

"Close to what?" I said, and he grinned teeth too sharp for a human mouth. 

"To being like us," he said. "To sleepwalking forever." 

Nothing good comes from waking the dreamer once they're asleep. At best, the dream ends. At worst, it doesn't. 

Running away would've required turning my back on it, and I knew - I knew - that my vision was the only thing locking it in place. I made it real by looking. I made it real by seeing. As long as my eyes were open, it was my dream. 

So I did not run. 

I grabbed the man. I looked him in the eyes, and my hands wrapped around his neck, and he fought like a beast. His teeth flashed as somewhere just out of reach, the flashright rolled, and his tongue stuck out, forked like a snakes, and where a normal man would've turned redder, and redder, and redder, he turned greener, and greener and greener. His neck narrowed and he stretched and wound and twisted until the hands beating against my arms were wings, and the man was a snake and I did not blink once until it stopped moving. Then, and only then, did I take my eyes off the thing and run, shivering, back to the light. 

---

I hadn't seen it before. But the cave was a dead thing. Inert. Like the sloughed off skins I'd find on hikes. A memory of something scary, but not the thing itself. I thought I'd be safe when I made it to the top. But the first thing I saw when I stepped into the light, the first thing I saw looking across the long, flat run of desert - was the other half of what I saw in the caves. 

I'd killed the body. But I hadn't killed the soul. That still danced in the sky. The dead part of quetzalcoatl lay in the dark, dreaming it was alive. And the living part flew in the sky, burning and bright and deadly. A fire unending. 

The month after that, I moved to Utah. And I've never looked back. 

[sulumuns-dootah]

How would the kings react when having a playful argument with the MC, MC suddenly says 'You're lucky I love you'?

Having a playful argument w/ the WHB kings

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"Prove it"

If you really mean it, then show him how much you do

He did rile you up, didn't he? He deserves a punishment for that

Hit him

Hit him as hard as you can

Hell, tap into his power and send him flying all the way to the other side of Hell

If you don't even try, he'll try to rile you up even more

       ༺☆༻

"I'm- I'm sorry, did I go overboard?"

The ever so gentle giant always wants to respect your boundaries in everything, but sometimes struggles to recognise them

He's quick to stop the playful argument and starts looking for a way to make it up to you

So now you have to reassure him that you're okay and he didn't do anything that bad

Doesn't really matter though

He'll still commission that statue of him kneeling before you

       ༺☆༻

"Obviously. That still doesn't matter that I'll treat you any different"

No fight or argument with Levi is fully playful

There's always that serious undertone to it

And yes, if you take it too far, he will hang you no futher question

Unless you can actually manage to spin it around and make him a blushing subby mess that's one second from cumming into his pants

It's hard to do, but ther reward may seem worth it, no?

       ༺☆༻

"Huhu, I know..."

On the other side of a coin, Beel never takes arguments seriously even if they are

I recommend not telling him this actually

If he realises that you're letting thing slide just because he's adorable and knows how to give good backshots, he'll start trying to see how far he can push his luck

And even telling him that he's gone too far wouldn't probably work anymore

He'll just do whatever he wants which is kinda terrifying now that It think about it

       ༺☆༻

"Oh? That's good"

I think I already did some arguing HC's and said that Belphie doesn't really argue so with the same spirit he'll just acknowledge your confession and continue to flatly state things

Though, thinking about it, Belphie does fit the memo of someone who would just laugh at you while you're spitting fire

So even during playful argument he would try to rile you as much as he can

"Hm? And what's that got to do with what we're talkin' 'bout?"

       ༺☆༻

"Aw, I love you too... But I'm still gonna fuck you like I don't."

You two might not even be arguing about anything spicy or anything

He just throws this thing your way and completely changes the mood of the situation

Though to be fair, all of your arguments, serious or palyful, always end with your legs in different area codes so his remark only speeds things up along

It's kinda hard to come up with good funny responses when all you can think of is that good action that'll come next

       ༺☆༻

"I know. I am lucky."

Instant end to your argument

How can you argue with him when he's so sweet

All you can only do now is to deflate and melt into his touch

It's okay tough, he didn't really get the point of playful fighting anyway

It mostly only reminds him of his Seraphim brothers constantly bickering about pointless things

So he prefers the quiet moments in life more

[azialways]

Mayybe something like a Ronin or V (or honestly any of them but preferably ronin oops) x stalker in a romantic way? Like they don't even fully realize they're a stalker but they're crazy stalkery. Write down every semi significant detail, probably know his home address in the same way ronin can hack and find all that stuff out, just something like that. It would throw him off so bad because he's used to being the one with the upper hand, meanwhile reader doesn't even know they're doing something wrong and think it's just how they show interest/friendship and ronin is like... "darling no that's kinda fucking creepy how do you know [incredibly specific detail from his childhood]". It just sounds funny !!!

From afar

ronin x stalker!reader

cw: stalking (duh) full name drops, route spoilers, mentions of death

You had been keeping your eyes on Ronin ever since you joined the slaughterhouse. Maybe keeping eyes on him is an understatement, because you learned details about his life that he thought were hidden. You wanted to learn everything about him, so he’d like you. You wanted to seem approachable, likable and that you guys had similar interests. Ronin was your type, let’s face it. He had this attitude that caught your eye since day one; that sarcastic, mysterious charm. In a way, he was kind of an enigma, and you wanted to crack the code. So you did some investigative journalism into his life, sure, hacking into his computer and listening slash looking around his space was invasive, and kinda creepy, but you didn’t see anything wrong. Plus, you occasionally got a good view, if you were lucky.

And other times, you’d follow him while he did his kills, observing his manner and his behaviors. You saw every little detail about him, his small grunts when he ripped a body open, his little “see you in hell” before he struck; all these little mannerisms that struck your attention and made you more interested. He was an interesting one, he had his defenses up, and you wanted to break that barrier down, and see who he really was. So you did it when he wasn’t watching. You learned these bits and pieces of information that made Ronin himself, and it made for great conversation.

You also took time to learn things about his life beyond the serial killing.

You learned his full name, Ronin Beaufort. You didn’t think he looked of French decent, but hey, you learn something new every day. You also learned about his childhood, where he grew up, how he grew up, who he grew up with, the works. On your little search, you even accidentally stumbled on his deadname and other details about him pre transition, which you didn’t intend on ever looking for; however, you had respect and human decency, sure, you were deep diving into a random guy you met recently’s life, but you had to have SOME level of respect. You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t bring up the person he used to be, because he made it clear that she was dead to him.

You understood it, you had a tough relationship with your past too. You didn’t exactly grow up in the best place with the best people, and it gave you this level of hatred to the person you used to be, and you knew it would piss you off if someone were to bring that up. So you kept your mouth shut; tried to erase that knowledge from your memory. Instead, you focused on other aspects of his life, like how he had a childhood lover by the name of Ther, who tragically passed away. How he grew up in Angelwood, an extremely religious town in the suburbs, and then it clicked as to why he was the way he was. It was an homage to the way he grew up, a big “fuck you” to the people and place that ruined him. You imagined it was also due to his identity, which religion tended to frown upon, and other small factors that played into his becoming a serial killer with religious subtext.

Knowing these details felt intimate.

You unraveling his life story as if he told it to you, it felt like you two were somehow closer. Even if it wasn’t him to told you, you felt closer to him more than you did before. In a twisted sense, you were. You knew things that a lot of people in the server probably didn’t, and that made you feel special.

Finding those old details was much harder than finding his address, or his full legal name, but you were good at what you did, after all. You knew where he lived, which was surprisingly close to you, a 20 minute drive uptown. You knew what type of passports he had, even his social security number. Not that you needed it. You knew this man as well as he knew himself at this point, and you were damn proud of yourself for it. You felt like you completed some sort of spy work or detective shit, and you were impressed at your own abilities, which has improved more than you thought.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a ping from your PC.

! goreboy

Speak of the devil.

<goreboy> [18:38]

good Evening darling

<user> [18:40]

what do you want?

u don’t just say good evening

<goreboy> [18:41]

cant a guy Just greet a Fellow killer?

<user> [18:42]

what? ya missed me or something?

<goreboy>

heh

maybe. what can i say?

you’re A real charmer, Darlin.

Then a notification popped up.

goreboy would like to Video Chat!

You accepted, being greeted by his voice, and his stupidly handsome face. His black eyes stared into your soul, like he was reading you as if you were an open book. His hair was waved into his face, giving the messy aesthetic he usually had going. He was wearing a hoodie and a tshirt, and you saw black sweatpants in part of the frame. Nothing atypical for him.

“Oh, so you do miss me?” You teased, turning your camera on. You leaned in slightly, looking at him.

“Maybe a tad.” He smirked, leaning back into his chair.

“You wanna continue our little game?” He offered, spinning a pen in his hand.

“Sure. I learned some stuff about you recently, too.”

“Oh? What did you learn?” He asked curiously, looking at you with inquisition in his eyes.

“I mean, I know about Ther and how they like died. Oh! And I learned more about your like, past and shit.”

He went dead silent, his face dropped and was genuinely shocked.

“darling…how the fuck do you know that…?” He asked, leaning back. He didn’t seem angry, but he looked almost concerned.

“What do you mean? Is that not like…common knowledge about you?” You asked, genuinely confused. It wasn’t that hard to find the information, it only took a little digging.

“No? I mean, only Angel knows about Ther…wha-how?” He was baffled.

“I just-I did a little digging and-”

“You fucking cyberstalked me?” He spoke, his voice slightly raising.

“It’s not stalking per se-”

“It totally is. That’s fucking creepy.” He responded, his knees up on his chest.

“I’m sorry-I just-I”

“You what? You fucking stalked my past. Wait-Do you know-”

“I might’ve found that out too…” You spoke softly, ashamed of yourself at this point.

“______, what the fuck? You know my deadname and shit?” He yelled.

“On accident! It’s not like I’m gonna say anything. Plus! I already forgot.” You stammered, and he just hung up. Fuck. You pissed him off, didn’t you?

<user> [18:53]

i’m sorry.

please forgive me :(

<goreboy> [18:55]

that was Really fucked up.

and creepy.

<user> [19:00]

ik im sorry.

u have the right to be mad

<goreboy> [19:02]

and i am

leave Me alone

<user> [19:04]

ronin i’m sorry

please

<goreboy>

just stop.

you know i hate my past.

just don’t talk to me.

Fuck. You’re so stupid, how could you do that to him. You’re so so dumb. You know better, you knew he struggled with his past, and you still decided to bring it up. Especially something as traumatizing as that? Bringing up the death of his childhood lover? Why are you so stupid?

[hehehihilogist]

Scientific lore analysis that proves that Bill Cipher is destined to be a bottom.

More under the cut.

Let's start with who Bill Cipher is. He's a two-dimensional interdimensional dream demon from the now destroyed dimension, Euclydia. Formerly existent only in the Mindscape, Bill briefly succeeded in gaining access to the real world and a physical form. Known for his mysterious demeanor and sadistic humor, Bill is the main antagonist of the overall series. (wiki) However, let's stick with the fact that he's a big liar, too. A code in Theraprism cipher on the book's cover says it directly: even his lies are lies.

So, when overlooking his design with prevailing yellow, which symbolises deceit, power and manipulation, we might also invert it (because his appearance may also "lie" to us). And we will see that it's mainly blue.

Why blue? I think it's intentional move done by Alex Hirsch to prove his point that Bill Cipher is not what he seems. This symblolizes a deeper connection with character design and his personality.

In literature, blue is known as a color of honesty, peace, sadness and commitment. Like this, he is honest to us, open and commited. However, let's focus on the sadness part.

Sadness is a feeling that can develop into depression, if you are stuck with it for a long time (over 2 weeks, for example). And depression IS when you are at the BOTTOM of your life. And yeah, what color will that be? Blue. And blue is the exact opposite of the color that Bill wants to be shown!

He is yellow, because he wants to act all-powerful, pretending to be in charge. However, people who really are in charge don't need to prove it constantly. The way Bill acts shows that deep inside, he overcompensates the need for someone to take him down, he's the jester-like character, waiting to be humilated the right way.

Power is nothing but an act of roleplay to him, he wants for someone to make this illusion go away. His fear of vulnerability is really giving out.

Bill Cipher, what a cool name, right? But why is he called that?

His name is believed to be a combination of "bill" for dollar one and "cipher" for cryptogram stuff. But is it that easy? Let's dive deeper

His "Bill" part is based on the Eye of Providence, which is most commonly seen on the back of the american dollar.

It's a 1-dollar bill, the lowest of the banknotes available. It's the BOTTOM of the quantity value. No matter the dollar price, it will stay there. Maybe that’s where it’s supposed to be.

Moreover, Bill is a common used name among the people. It is a dull, boring, meaning nothing one. It giving "overcompensating suburban villain" ifykyk.

Cipher? What is a cipher?

In cryptography, a cipher is an algorithm for performing encryption or decryption. (wiki) It can be also a mathematical zero — something that cannot be valued by itself.

But what does it mean for our character? He is nothing without the context, his identity depends on whoever is there in charge, he is blank without someone pulling the strings. He is a code that needs to be cracked and he cannot exist without someone "decoding" him. BOTTOM energy, if you ask me.

Since we started on this topic, let's discuss his appearance. A triangle? Why?

In hierarchy, the base of the triangle supports the pyramid, it's the foundation itself, when the apex (which is in both the Eye, and Bill's design himself) is small and it has to depens on anything that is beneath him. That way, his "top of the pyramid" thing is not dominant. He axists only when there's solid groung beneath him, holding him

His whole design is made after the Eye, but the whole point of it is watching and never interfering directly. He sees everything, but he needs the others to act. He doesn't create a thing, he reacts on thers' actions. Bottom energy, if you ask me - all his power depends directly on others.

The shape's pointed nature can convey a sense of movement and energy, often associated with action and even conflict. In physics, the Greek letter delta (Δ), which is a triangle, is used to represent change.  Triandles aren't as stable as circles or squares. Instead, they are usually stuck or falling - they cannot adapt, cannot roll.

As a triangle, Bill is shown ready to change for anyone's need, destined to fall at the BOTTOM.

Bill Cipher is shaped like an equilateral triangle. It is proven with the poem in the choose-your-own-adventure book. The axolotl tells it Dipper when he asks about Cipher.

"Sixty degrees that come in threes". According to geometry book for the 4th grade, that would make him an equiangular triangle, since all of his angles are 60°, the same measure. If a triangle is equiangular, then it's also equilateral, or meaning that all sides are the same length.

In the Bible, 60 can represent periods of waiting or completeness, as well as divine provision and the fulfillment of promises, it is considered as the threshold of when a person enters the last major phase of their life. It means that 60 is the bottom of someone's existence, waiting for recognition, something bigger to come. Once again, it's not acting up, interfering with someone. Instead, it is waiting for something on the outside to react.

An equilateral triangle is something that adheres to external laws of geometry - his construction is perfectly stable. Despite him claiming to be chaotic, his literal shape is a complete submission to mathematical laws. His obidience is built-in since his birth.

Symmetrical shapes are easier to be abused: split, centered, framed and entered into.

His own Zodiac circle is a proof for this: he's in the middle, framed. He's not assymetrical and not trying to be it - instead, he is built like something that awaits to be disrupted and ruined.

Instead of being chaos, he's the most predictable polygon. He doesn't move and his structure is a rule itself. Despite his acting, his design reveals his fate: to be in balance, order, awaiting for an inner force to bring him into the chaos he desires.

Moving on, before gaining physical form, he is shown to us as a shadow twice throughout the series.

But what is a shadow?

A shadow is a dark area or shape created when an object blocks light. It occurs because light travels in straight lines and cannot bend around an opaque object, resulting in a dark silhouette on the opposite side.

How is this related? Well, look where the shadows are formed. Guess where are they. BOTTOM of the object presented. Sun can move wherever it is, but the shadow always stays there. Destinied it is.

Now, let's talk about the American Revolution. This war's result was that the United States of America achieved independence from British rule. But, the country originally struggled at the start due to the lack of government.

The Articles of Confederation was the first attempt on national US government. The problem with this was that states maintained their independence and such document didn’t didnt the federal government power to unite the states together. They lacked many necessary powers. No executive or judicial branch, no power to tax or create a national currency, and a 9/13 majority needed to pass laws, the Articles could not support the country. The founding father set out to create the Constitution, what would be the basis of government today.

As the Constitution went into effect, the system of check and balances was formed. This allowed for each branch of the government to “check” each other and prevent one single branch from being corrupt and taking control of all the national power.

Bill would represent the judicial branch, a branch with only self-placed checks and not necessarily constitutional checks. Bill Cipher can easily take advantage of this and take over the whole government.

Chaos he relates to is often related with power, however, it is a state of utter confusion or disorder; a total lack of organization or order. He's projecting dominance, trying to hide his vulnerability. He talks constantly, only to be shut with someone interrupting him, arguing. He doesn't only need power, he wants others to believe he has it. True dominance doesn’t beg for acknowledgment, but Bill does - it is a facade he's put. The whole Weirdmageddon is nothing but an attempt to break free from his "bottom energy". But did it really help?

Moreover, Bill's afraid of interacting with someone on a deeper level. He's always manipulative, mocking, but never vulnerable - he's a control freak, secretly wising for losing it.

The only reason he mocks human emotions is because he cannot fully engage in them. It's fully shown in the "Sock Opera", where he attempts to manipulate twins by how unstable their relationship is.

Psychologically, it is that Bill’s desire for power is started from the frontal cortex, specifically the orbitofrontal cortex. The idea of the power given to him is a desire for him to grow. This is deeply connected with dopamine, that his braing releases. He's a BOTTOM, desperately trying to top.

While looking at the BC abbreviation you may think it sounds familiar. It is a common abbreviation for the term "Before Christ" used in dating systems to denote years prior to the traditional start of the Christian era. And when looking at it, BC is located at the bottom of the timeline, alligning where he belongs.

As you can see, Bible was mentioned twice throughout the analysis. This can mean only that Bill has a deep connection with its dogmas.

And it is proven by the holy trinity: a concept, involving three holy figures, just like three sides of Bill. The number three itself holds significance, representing perfection, integration, and the unity of dualities. A full harmony on the outside, deep inside it is a conflict revolving.

This is EXACTLY the way Ohm's triangle works. It is a simple visual tool used to remember the relationship between voltage (V), current (I), and resistance (R) in electrical circuits.

The Ohm’s Law triangle is the same shape as Bill Cipher — an upright triangle.

Bill's show as a voltage in it. He only exists if something else conducts or resists him. He is the top of the triangle, but the triangle only functions if something below him is doing the work.

Voltage — is the power that needs to be conducted and resisted to mean anything.

That’s not dominance. That’s literal dependence on someone, who'll do all the work. Energy only flows when it confronts resistance.

You see, chaos (Bill) only becomes real voltage when he submits to resistance and lets current move through him. He’s not the master of the circuit — he is defined by its work.

Now, let's talk about posession. As wiki says, it's the state of having, owning, or controlling something.

To posess someone, you need to abandon your own form, becoming dependent on someone else. That’s not power - it is submission to someone else’s structure.

It is a vulnerable state of mind and body - a posessed can resist, fight back, and then the posessed one gets destroyed. It requires submission to other's body functioning. It’s a fragile dominance — and fragile dominance is just bottoming with extra steps.

[vampworks]

Playing games you can't win

Pairing: Caleb x Reader

w/c: 1.3K, revised

A/n: Me and that chip have beef. Also, Caleb and Dog-Coded Love has me like Charlie Day at that red string board.

Summary: After three weeks of Caleb trying to win you over, you finally have enough. He quickly finds that he can't handle it.

Warning: Toxic love, pipspeak as a pet name, mourning, intimacy, angst, Caleb gets very little comfort

The push and pull of it all was far too much. The thick tension and blistering heat were too much, too soon. For the past three weeks, you were trapped ‘playing house’ in Caleb’s sad, dusk-ridden condo high above Linkon with him. Your original mission was long since ruined by the colonel’s involvement. So your days were spent planning your escape and watching Wontony float around. The silence was filled with your questioning the poor robot about a man it seemed you both just met.

The colonel, as you called him, was a cold and calculating shell of a man you couldn’t stand. The fact that he wore Caleb’s face was just icing on the cake. All attempts to draw a reaction were pointless, as those lilac eyes stared you down like a misbehaving child. A mug is thrown and shattered at his chest. His response? Nothing but an empty grin and tease. Caleb, on the other hand, is just as much the man you had mourned for a year. He was back with a crippling heat beneath his skin. He was just as touchy as when you were kids, if not more. The few times he did appear, he’d only test how far you would let him. Large hands tread down your shoulders with a practiced grace only to rest above the small of your waist. His chest heaves as he freezes, searching your features (pleading) for approval. It never came.

Narrowed eyes and furrowed brows softened, leaving behind what only could be a starved dog left in the cold. Searching and begging for anything akin to love or at least warmth. You could have called him pathetic at the sight of him on his knees; hell, he sure does. The two of you were so close. Caleb was practically vibrating while pawing you in every place he could. Lilac eyes traced the curve of your jaw and neck as if you'd break if he lost even a moment of control. His plagued mind likened it to every slow-burn romance you had forced him to see growing up. He would never admit it, but they were just as much a comfort to him as to you. They were predictable. Safe, as they all followed the same predestined path, he could study like planes or bugs in the backyard

First, there was the meet-cute, then the build-up where feelings blossom. Some kind of misunderstanding breaks the progression, and the two separate. After the problem is resolved, the music swells, leading to a big kiss or the PG-13-rated makeout scene. Then, they ride off into the sunset. He was trying so hard to follow the plan; maybe then you'll fall for him like he had from the start. Nothing about this "resurrection" has gone right so far, so here we are, back at the starting line every time Caleb falls to catch himself. Far too much, far too soon. So now he’ll wait for you to make the first move. He’ll wait with a smile like he always has, but now it comes with an agonizing pain to know you’re finally seeing him as the crazed man he is. No more hiding, no more wishing from afar.

Now is the time to call in reinforcements, so movie night it is. Don't ask how long it took to organize a weekend off, but for you, it was more than worth it.

'10 Things I Hate About You' is on the screen before you both. The smell of braised chicken was still in the air from dinner as Caleb slowly inched his way to your side of the couch. By the time Heath Ledger sings on the bleachers, his left arm slowly comes to rest on the back of the couch. behind your head. Dorky and goofy at best, but it’ll have to do. After bickering over whether Cruel Intentions or Love and Basketball should be next, somehow your legs just fell into his lap. “Oh no, Pipesqueak, I guess you'll just have to leave them there ‘cause the movie is starting. It seems 'Cruel Intentions' won while you weren't lookin'.” A new shit-eating plastering of his face as he speaks. It sounds like home for a second.

You were so focused on his dorky grin and teasing that he won again using his evol. The man chokes down a snort as the title card plays, but you only glare and huff. It's a small thing, but it only sets him back further as the memory of him holding your legs down with it comes crawling back up. Seeing red, you storm off. Sure, you're a sore loser, maybe even a brat, but dear God. Can you have one night without feeling weak compared to him? Without the thought of the colonel.

He’s quick to follow you throughout the apartment with a racing heart. Your escape attempt be damned. You were just going to walk out that door, no matter what he did to stop you. The sound of his voice echoes throughout the place as he begs for another chance for you to just see things his way. His words go in one ear and out the other as you pack your things, practically shoving them back into your luggage. He blocks the doorway with his large frame but soon falls to his knees after seeing that fire in your eyes. "Please, let me fix this. I love you more than you could ever know. All of this has been for you." His arms flail around, and you flinch back as large, trembling fingers grasp your legs, his head pressed into your waist. “Let me go, Caleb.” You hissed through gritted teeth. You couldn't play this game anymore. You weren’t that kid he left behind, but he was still the boy you lost. He only tightens his hold. "You don't understand, Pip. I just got you back. How in the hell am I suppose' to live without you again?"  He barked.

You scoffed. "That's the thing. You can't fathom the idea of me gone, but I had to bury you. That's why I will always win this little game, huh?" Your words cut through him like knives into his flesh. You lift his head with your fingers beneath his chin. He lets out something like a whine. It brings about a new and sickening thought to play out in your head like cruel revenge. You still loved him dearly, and you'd give him exactly what he wanted from the start. You'd be his while you held his leash. "You don't need me, right?" You mock his own words with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes.

Darkened eyes never leave his as you brush the hair from his forehead. He’s blessed with a single moment of reprieve as you place a kiss there. Then, he is thrust into the hell of his creation. 

You bend to kiss him. It's rough and heated. Nothing like those movies before. A disgusting mess of teeth clashing and you biting his lip till it bleeds for good measure. Neither of you pulled away for air, now in a new game of who would own the other and who was a coward. Caleb finally breaks as tears threaten to fall down the apples of his cheeks. Every voice in his head screams out to grab you and never let go, but he doesn't. He told you that any pain you gave him was a gift to be cherished, and this was no different.

Soon enough, the man is a drooling mess, gazing back up at you as you pull away. "Breathe, Caleb. I love you too." Your voice is sickeningly sweet as your hands find purchase in his hair, soothing him, petting him. "Bye~." The door slams behind you. He flinched at the sound.

A second later, you're gone down the hall, bringing up a finger to swipe away the blood left behind. The taste is almost sweet on your tongue as you plan your next move. The colonel was going to die whether you had to take out the whole fleet to do it or not.

There's a gaping hole in my chest. A you-sized cave that aches and calls out to be filled. For years, I watched over you as a dog guards its flock. My teeth and claws protected you from the wolves all around but I was just as hungry as them. I longed for your taste as I kissed your wounds. I dreamt of your insides as you hugged me. My eyes are tearing into your flesh just as they would. I am no better, but maybe You have always known this and loved me anyway. Maybe your love will absolve my sins.

[arshooo]

ronin music ramblings

I grew up a metalhead. This is basically just me yapping about other metal/hard rock bands/songs I'd like to show him or I think he'd def have saved.

Starting off with the obvious. Ice Nine Kills. Legit a horror movie band and I feel like without a single DOUBT he would listen to them. Ideal date would be taking him to one of their concerts (i've seen them twice and they put on a SHOWWWW)

Welcome to Horrorwood. The song makes me think of the server. I was driving home the other day and making connections and omg. Literally the opening lines chat. "Ink fills the page/A classic killer completes the cast" HELLO??? INK??? AS IN WRITING???????? A CLASSIC KILLER??? MC IS TRYING TO PRETEND TO FIT IN LIKE ONE?????? HELLO????? ON MY KNEES????? WAS IT MEANT TO BE??????

Hip to be Scared. Please. This one just tingles my Ronin Senses™️ right. I feel like he'd appreciate just the mental imagery of this one.

Wurst Vacation. Adding this one bc its a personal favorite of mine and i just really wanna show him. Theres murder happening in the background, again, the storytelling, like.. ronin pls im begging you to be real so i can pass him an airpod for this one.

The Fastest Way To A Girl's Heart Is Through Her Rib Cage. Just trust me on this one. He'd listen to it. Trust fr fr

BAD OMENSSSS RAHHHHHH. BLASPHEMY!! LOVE!! HEART THROBBING MIND BOGGLING ANALYTICAL LYRICS

DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND. such a good song first of all. listen to it. I feel like hed really resonate with this part. "When the curtains call the time/Will we both go home alive?/It wasn't hard to realize/Love's the death of peace of mind" just gives me gluttony gods vibes yknow? RIP kc alt universe Ther, you will be missed 😔🫶

Dethrone. Majorly blasphemous. Again, idk if this is one i want to show him or one I think he'd listen to. Mostly I listen to this one so I can scream it and I just want him to be present for that.

Literally any bad omens song. Glass houses. Yes. Who are you? Yes. All of them.

Okay so Motionless in White is up next bc the vibes. I’m thinking more-so the entirety of the albums Graveyard Shift and Disguise would be up his alley but yknow Scoring The End of the World could work too with some of em. Trying to keep these as brief as I can bc it’s 4 am and I’m so so tired.

Brand New Numb for me was a major life changing song as a 12 year old so I’m just gonna put that here too bc pls pls pls ronin let’s play on your gameboy with my Bose speaker blasting this in the background. It would so funnnn ahdhdhdhshajsjdhskakalakak

Thoughts and Prayers. COUGH COUGH angelwood COUGH COUGH COUGH.

Legacy. I mean hello it literally starts out perfect for him. He’s literally making a legacy for himself. Like chat. I could literally honestly name any line from most of these and be like yeah ronin coded if you squint but fuckkkk…

Undead Ahead vers. I based my kc oc on so I mean I’d also wanna show him those. Hey. You should listen to Motionless in White. Yeah.

Necessary Evil literally has Jonathan Davis from Korn in it. He already likes Korn so I meaaann..

Holding onto Smoke, just the vibes.

Eternally Yours. HES A ROMANTIC CHAT. Listen to this one pleaseeee and look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn’t listen to this one. It’s just so like full of his rot idk. "I'm ready to bury all of my bones/I'm ready to lie but say I won't/So tell me your secrets/And join me in pieces/To rot in this garden made of stones" and the line "im more than willing to rot in hell with you".

Slaughterhouse <3

This may be basic but Sleep Token. It reminds me of another genre of The Neighborhood and he canonically likes The Neighborhood soooo...

Take Me Back to Eden. Again, this one reminds me of him and Ther. Feel like a lot of the lyrics just match. “I’m a winged insect you’re a funeral pyre.” sad thoughts :(

So idk how sketch tumblr is with names or anything so imma just censor kinda but V/re. Like, sure the names a little crazy but when you dissect the song itself, yeahhhh. I'm analyzing this one. Its abt the singer and his lover diving head first (getting "swallowed whole") into love even though they both know how potentially dangerous and damaging it could be. I feel like Sleep Token's music to me just feels like Ronin and the MC's relationship.

Rain. Nuff said.

Bring Me The Horizon. I will not take criticism on this one bc they’re def my favorite band ever. Every song. Every song ever. They’re gonna be a whole separate post tho bc I could go into way too much detail abt the correlations between ronin and bmth. I hyperfixate over both of them so they are NOT escaping me.

He canonically likes Slipknot so imma just leave it brief and say Killpop lmfao. Love his music taste way too much. I’ve seen them in concert 3 times and I would so love to drag him to one. Preferably I’d actually like to take him to Daytona’s Welcome to Rockville or Sick New World bc those are so fun fhfhfhfhfhfhff

He canonically likes Korn (or at least I'd assume if you had a bright red neon sign of an artist in your room I'd assume you'd like them?) but alas, I don't listen to a whole lot of Korn so I don't have too many ideas on this one. I only like a few of their like mainstream songs ig so if anyone has any recs for my Ronin playlist lemme know please lmao

Here's a few more songs. Just the odd ones out where I didn't feel the need to rant abt them and all the how's and why's of why Ronin should listen to them.

Nothing More

Christ Copyright

ANGEL SONG

A Day to Remember

Right back at it again

I Prevail

Body Bag - okay one rant. The name says it all but so do the lyrics. HHHHNGGFG RONIN PLEASE LET ME SERENADE YOU WITH THIS OME WHILE IM DRIVE 80 DOWN MY NEARBY INTERSTATE PLEASE IM BEGGING Y OUOURUEUEUEUEUEEU I LITERALLY NEED TO SCREAM IT FOR HIM ITS THE ONLY PITCH I CAN MATCH WITHOUT MY VOICE CRACKING

THANK YOU FOR READING (and perchance listening 🤭) and this is defiantly part 1 of ? bc I have so many songs I associate w ronin in the rock genre so yeah.

Here’s a full playlist of all the songs mentioned 🎀

[shanaraharlyah]

Lovely taste, you guys! 😍 Thank you for the tag my beloved @valyrra! 💕

Resident Evil directors cut

Legacy of Kain Soul Reaver 2

Legacy of Kain Soul Reaver

Dragon Age Origins

Final Fantasy VIII

Dragon Age Inquisition

Devil May Cry

Silent Hill

Demons Souls

Dragons Dogma 2

Tagging @volumniafox @fantasy-art-room @lanabenikosdoormat @yesiplaygamez @kojottek @snowfolly @oxygenforthewicked @a-smol-homo @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth and anyone else who wants to share! ❤️

TOP TEN GAMES (doesn’t have to be different games)

1: Assassin’s Creed Unity

2: Assassin’s Creed 3

3: Assassin’s Creed Rogue

4: Assassin’s Creed Syndicate

5: Assassin’s Creed Black Flag

6: Spirit of The North

7: WarFrame

8: God Eater (all of them)

9: The First Tree

10: Stray

No rush tag: @wyyvernn @elderglocks @yogfan14 @pyrah @pandaaaaaaaaxd @studiocyen @dyanasmythe @lightstarprime14 @muracasardis @ottofyre @especiallyhaytham @haytham-loves-chocolate

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The theraprism code gives a “logo” for the theraprism, so now they can be associated with a diamond shape.

would it be obnoxious if I spell it as THE THER💎PRISM every time it's mentioned

[staylovesmiley]

The previous ask had me thinking about which members I think would be the biggest simps over their woman. As we know all of them are sweethearts and would respect the fuck out of you. But I wholeheartedly believe Felix, Hyunjin and Binnie would absolutely worship the dirt you are walking on. For them I think women are gems, created to be adored. They are the biggest feminists AND although ther know how they look and who they are, there would still be times in which they get lost staring at you, smiling to themselves, wondering how a piece of art like you notices them. No matter the way you look, your insecurities, the way others view you, they absolutely love you to pieces and wouldn't change a single hair off of your head.

Also don't EVER let them catch you talking bad about yourself. Like, speaking and insecurity either about your character nor your appearance. They can be your fiercest supporters even against yourself. You can catch Binnie aating his fucking fist before he tolerates anyone speaking ill of you.

Man I'm just so in love with them. It's not funny anymore 😫

Oh for SURE once they are in they are IN the relationship.

I am super into astrology and like-

Changbin is a virgo venus (Venus rules relationships ya know so I’m gonna go off those for this lil analysis) and earth signs are very grounded and need stability, virgos are also very dedicated once they put their mind to something so in a relationship I feel like he would put his whole heart into it and do anything and everything for his partner~ Also from how we see Changbin treat his friends and how loving and protective he is I feel like he would be the same in a romantic relationship but dial it up to 1000!! Also he loooves to spoil his partner but not make too much of a big deal out of it and is super casual about it (like when he gifted hyunjin those pencils in the Australian skz code~) he would remember little things about his partner and get them gifts based on that or maybe he knows you are stressed over something lately so he would do everything in his power to ease the situation and make life as easy for you as possible~~~

Hyunjin gosh I know I am ALWAYS gushing about how romantic this fucker is but it’s so true??? His Venus is in Pisces and so he’s super flirtatious and playful and his ideal love would be one that lasts a lifetime~ he’d be so dramatic about how down bad he is for his partner, showering them in affection and grand gestures (definitely the type to hold a boom box playing your favorite song while professing his love to you loud enough for the whole world to hear)

Now with Felix…his Venus is in Libra and well- I’ve dated someone who’s Venus is in Libra before and let me tell you the love they give is so strong??? Like- love letters snuck into your bag for you to find one day and wonder when it got put there, learning all of your habits secretly only to nonchalantly fall into line with them (you normally do your laundry on a Tuesday? He’ll offer to go with you when you are talking about making plans that day and you are shocked he remembered your routine…you were willing to push it off to the next day to spend time with him since it was his only day off but he just seamlessly blended the two activities together knowing how much routines can be important) Libras are all about balance and compromise and so it would be a very harmonious relationship and would feel so natural as if you had been with him your whole life even if it was the very beginning of the relationship~ old married couple energy fr (this also goes for Hannie because their charts are almost identical due to their bdays only being a day apart- only small things are different due to place and time of birth)

all in all I 100% agree with everything in this ask lol this was just an excuse for me to talk about astrology~

[bearimba]

Pokemon Mini Headcanons

Realized it's been a solid minute since I've shared anything. so! here's some pokemon headcanon tidbits that have kinda been floating around in my head but I don't have anywhere to put them yet:

Barry is extremely tall. Like, at least six feet. Since he's very visibly the goofy type, it's not super intimidating until suddenly he's barreling down the street and nearly knocking people over in his wake. He's also incredibly clumsy, so it's kind of a bull(tauros?)-in-a-china-shop situation.

Leaf is part of the team that revolutionized and maintains the PSS (not part of the original team though, she's too young for that), which is of course led by Bill. Where Bill came up with the, made the team, and did a bunch of hardware stuff, Leaf is in charge of software stuff and does coding for the different programs. As for the rest of the team. well. I don't know who they are bc I haven't gotten that far.

Also, Red's sign name for Leaf is Green, as in, literally the sign for the color (the same goes for Blue). Blue's often calls her Greenie as a result.

As Hoenn's Champion, Brendan is considered a very down-to-earth and blunt person, which is great and all until you remember he's from the ✨️bearimba pokeverse✨️'s equivalent of Florida and is basically Reigning Florida Man Supreme. He's definitely done some crazy stuff but it kinda gets shoved on the back burner (that definitely isn't partially because the media pushes his more serious side in order to fight the "all Hoennians are unhinged" allegations).

Lucas is legally deaf (deaf but not Deaf, he lost his hearing as a kid) and uses hearing aids. He can kinda sorta understand people without them, but it's less like he understands the words and more like he understands the sounds that are supposed to be word, so it's way more convenient to keep them in. Whenever he doesn't want to deal with Dawn's and Barry's shenanigans, he just turns them off, closes his eyes, and relishes in the relative peace and quiet.

He's also the one who gets transported back to Hisui during the final battle with Dialga/Palkia/Giratina. Long story short (bearimba DPPt/PLA rewrite when?), his hearing aids get destroyed in the process of getting transported and he's forced to go through the events of PLA at a huge disadvantage, mostly relying on his quick wit and vast knowledge of pokemon to survive the game.

Lorelei, Karen, and Clair are all besties, and they meet up regularly to have brunch and share the latest gossip (aka pooling together their resources to gather info on their enemies, discuss the most recent affairs in Kanto/Johto, and more, all under the guise of "girls' time").

Silver and Janine first meet when Silver gets accidentally caught up in a prank meant for the E4, for which Janine very vehemently apologizes (under threat from Koga) and Silver reluctantly forgives her (under threat from Lance). They get along surprisingly well after that, especially after they both get involved in the Kanto League as gym leaders, and they eventually become pretty good friends.

Team Rocket was kinda just a shady family business until Giovanni took over in his twenties. In the 30ish years he presided over the it, he managed to develop it into a massive, multi-level and multi-department organization with their fingers in just about every aspects of the Kanto economy before their collapse. (all things considered, it's kinda funny/pathetic how things ended---he had all this power, then just threw all that and his kid out the window because some teenager happened to beat him in a pokemon battle)

Indigo Plateau (the actual plateau itself, not the League building) is pretty unique in that it's literally a plateau in the middle of a bunch of mountains. which. isn't really how geography works. Story goes, it was originally a mountain that served as the battleground for a pair of ridiculously overpowered trainers, and it got leveled in the middle of all the fighting. In honor of the plateau's legend, there was a regularly held tournament for pokemon trainers to decide who was the best of the best in the region. Eventually, some guy decided to make it an "official" event, and that's how the Pokemon League got its start before it spread and became an international organization!

[that-unfortunate-crow]

Just finished season one!!! Phenomenal! I have lots of feelings!

About to start watching Good Omens, this better be as good as y'all say!