#milks magic theory

[merloksdigitaltoes]

hello everyone! I have some lore to share!

prepare for a long winded rant about theories myself and a few others came up with on how magic works, as well as how monstrox's corruption works. To begin, let's start with the line between nexo magic and dark magic, and how colors of magic can verify the difference I'd imagine all magic is on the same spectrum, once magic becomes orange, it is completely controlled, but blue magic is completely uncontrolled. The purpleness seen from the lava monsters is sort if in the middle of this. (not to mention they had free will and abandoned monstrox by choice, which brings us to stone monsters in a moment) Now this brings us to two big big differences, nexo magic and forbidden powers! Ironically enough, i'd say both are a form of controlled magic as they shoot a controlled beam of energy and are sealed within tablets to KEEP them under control. Just their version of controlled magic is much... wicked-er, than nexo magic. Nexo magic on the other hand is used only for support, giving others strength, etc. however it IS still controlled magic (This might also be why merlok turned blue once in knights of the realm, he couldn't control his magic due to messy files and froze up, turning all blue). Monstrox's lightning is... fairly easy to explain, it's lightning that brings people to life, very powerful but very uncontrolled. Another thing, most magic used by individuals who are not wizards appears to be used through objects such as staffs and wands (and shields, as seen with the knights!). Once enchanted with magic, they seem to contain this magic which can be activated by another wizard. (Seen with Jestro and monstrox/The knights and merlok)

Stone monsters on the other hand are tricky, after all, I JUST mentioned that orange = controlled magic and blue = uncontrolled magic, so you may be asking "Toes, why do stone monsters have orange eyes then?" My answer? Monstrox needs to CONTROL the stone monsters right? If he didn't, they'd just pull the same thing the lava monsters did. The easiest solution is to simply use magic to keep them under control. our best examples of out-of-control stone monsters are the grey knight, and the gnomes. The gnomes are one of the only monsters to not have orange eyes (along with krakenskull but technically he does still). The gnomes are actually an interesting case, as they are not afraid to attack their own leaders, they just crave violence and destruction and will attack whatevers in their way, this is surprisingly similar to the way the grey knight is as well. As the grey knight goes from the mindset of destroying FOR monstrox to... just destroying, and would you look at that? anything that stands in his way he ALSO wishes to destroy. Who knew gnomes and knights had so much in common. but yeah, there's two types of stone monsters, the controlled ones and the uncontrolled ones. Clay's flashing between orange eyes however may have been more-so monstrox's influence regaining it's hold over him, likely trying to get him to use his destructive tendencies for actual purpose.

Now lets take a look at our favorite wizard in training (unless you're a Fletcher fan, Fletcher fans i'm sorry but I just don't know enough about him to add him to this list, but from what i do know the forms of magic he used in the book are uncontrolled magic, therefore probably blue) Clay's nexo arm is another great example of uncontrolled magic being harmful and controlled magic being not harmful, when Clay's arm was that blue color, it seemed to be causing the most harm to the knight. However when it turned orange (Via downloading some nexo-magic tylenol from merlok), it became easier to control and stopped acting up. The spells clay used before getting the nexo arm are also blue, showing his inexperience as well as monstrox's corruption still being on him (as seen with the uncontrolled beam of blue energy he had been shooting, as well as him breaking free from his stone stasis)

(MAJOR credit to @edenflowers for helping me come up with some of these next few theories!) Now, let's take a look at monstrox's corruption and the main 3 characters impacted by it Jestro, Clay/The grey knight, and Wanda/Ruina. all 3 of these characters were corrupted by monstrox, which altered their mindsets completely. However there's a bit more to it than one would think, for example, it seems corruption takes the worst traits of a person and makes them the most prominent ones. A good example for each character: Jestro was already a little chaotic before his corruption, when he became corrupted, he went batshit insane and became chaotic as fuck. (the lightning form of jestro seems to be a little more unhinged than the original evil jestro) Clay already had a slight temper before he was the grey knight, though he was much better at controlling it, the grey knight on the other hand is incredibly angry at ALL TIMES. Wanda was, according to merlok, a very playful individual/Known to tease others. Ruina is the darker side of this trait and just straight up manipulates people, she is a gaslighter. Corruption however can be fought against and eventually dispelled if one is determined enough, in fact, the only character who truly managed to break free from Monstrox's corruption was Jestro. Since corruption is based all around making the flaws of oneself super prominent, accepting these flaws would be, well... it's biggest weakness, one can't be corrupted if they accept their actions and decide they wish to grow and change from them. Basically, corrupted individuals are still themselves, just the worst version of themselves. And accepting that this corrupted version of yourself WAS still you, and deciding to learn and grow from it is the best way to defeat it. Jestro took responsibility for his actions in s1/2 and eventually decided he WAS at fault for initiating the whole problem in the first place, whereas s3/4 he didn't (because it wasn't his fault in that case, that and monstrox learned from his mistakes and made sure jestro wasn't going to betray him again) Jestro is also the only corrupted individual to accept his flaws as his own actions, rather than blaming them on some alter ego (such as the grey knight, or ruina stoneheart)

This also goes to show that corrupted individuals can be so wildly different from their counterparts that they don't recognize each other as the same person, BOTH the grey knight and Clay show this The grey knight refers to himself as his own person, and Clay refers to the grey knight as if he were a different person as well. Example dialogues: "I am no longer the one you call Clay, I, am the grey knight." "It's a Grey Knight thing." "if you don't believe i'm dangerous then The grey knight will just have to show you how dangerous he is." He didn't accept his flaws as part of himself, therefore didn't fully break from monstrox's corruption. Ruina is likely a similar case, but we just don't know enough about her to confirm this. In conclusion Blue magic is uncontrolled/harmful, Orange magic is controlled/used to control, Magic is contained within inanimate objects and wizards can wake it up, Corruption flips your flaws and good traits to be the opposite, and jestro is the most self-aware character in the series and accepts who he is both in evil and in good. And for those who made it all the way through this rant, or for those who just thought the silly little doodles were funny, here's a dumb little doodle i made involving this theory a while back.

This has been my long ass rant, I hope you enjoyed!

[potabo]

If there is magic in the light world, I will eat my hat

And here's why:

We've already seen a world with magic, so every difference between worlds is important:

toriel's stove

the books on magic in the librarby- note that in deltarune it's a book of magic *tricks* that require *floating hands*

this also comes with a more profound understanding of the soul than we have in deltarune...

2. The Direct Evidence

Note that Susie and Noelle here are listing the ways in which the dark world is DIFFERENT than the light world, also following on that last line...

sorry I got something in my eye

note again, that magic is referenced in terms of tricks- sleight of hand- only further emphasized by the name "jongle" a portmanteau of the words "juggle" and... something else (this carries over in JP)

now this one is slightly more esoteric, but bear with me-

the mere fact of a bathroom and the lack of healing the hot chocolate provides means that the food, quite simply, is not magic like it is in UT- it is decidedly mundane

LAST AND VERY IMPORTANT POINT:

DETERMINATION =/= MAGIC

THE ABILITY TO SAVE AND LOAD IS NOT, BY LORE, MAGIC

THE ABILITY TO CREATE DARK FOUNTAINS IS NOT, BY LORE, MAGIC

3. The Counterarguments

This first one is easy to move past, and a fairly weak argument overall, but it involves, in particular, catti:

pretty suspect right? until you consider the surrounding dialogue

She's an edgy goth teen- this is in reference to her family being loud.

again pretty convincing right? not really no:

"studying the occult" from a goth teen is about as reliable as it sounds- and on the same level as the party tricks from earlier.

the second counterpoint is something along the lines of "but what about noelle and snowgrave"

to which the obvious answer is: we already know one line of spells from the "Dragon Blazers" games, it isnt much of a stretch for snowgrave be the metaphorical firaga to flare of final fantasy

Another relatively tame explanation could be that our monster allies simply *know* spells upon entering the Dark World (Susie with Rude Buster, Berdly with his Tornado) and snowgrave is either something she acquired through the route (Like susie with ultimate heal) and REALLY doesn't want to use, or a spell she simply actually doesn't know.

The other two counterpoints however, are harder to dismiss, and they have specifically to do with monster biology

Monster Funerals, technically speaking

While not directly stated in game, its a fairly reasonable assumption to make that the reason monsters turn to dust when they die is their lack of physical matter. Where this becomes relevant is through Father Alvin's infamous line about "this hammer" which implies that the burial tradition (and thus the physicality) remains constant between the two games. This would imply that, in-spite of the food and bathrooms, monsters are still made mostly of magic (further obscured by the lack of confirmation on monster blood we have)

2. Blookster

Let's assume for a second that monsters are physical. That they are confirmed to have blood and dont turn into dust and all that comes with it. Then what about Ghosts?

hmm.

(many images stolen from @nochocolate )

[pleafyistired]

since we're almost done with vivisecting him anyways. bones, muscles and skin of john. blood? hearts? might talk abt john tits in this one again hm. no one has answer my question of does this man shit (no i dont mean sweat and co2 i mean THE NORMAL HUMAN WASTE OF PISS AND SHIT DOES HE DO THAT TOO OR DOES HE CONSUME IT ALL SINCE PLANT.) does this man has chest hair if no titties. if hes breedable. does he have plussy (plant pussy)

Bonus: theres also a mushroom skin for the flower job btw. sooo…. magical john's spores anyone?

[chimaerakitten]

So the Temeraire series doesn’t do the Pern-derived magic/telepathic bond thing, and it’s nice to have some variety on that count since the telepathy thing is pretty widespread. But there’s this passage in crucible of gold that’s like—

Wait, my thriftbooks order arrived, let me go grab the quote

Or, Temeraire thought, he might as easily have gone alone--more easily, in fact; he had to carry Forthing cupped in his talons, and it was not at all convenient to always be looking to make sure he had not dropped out; Temeraire was not aware of him in quite the same way as of Laurence.

(Emphasis mine)

And this combined with the number of times it’s mentioned that (Russians aside) aviators just don’t seem to be capable of fearing their own dragons (and not just aviators who raised the dragons from the egg—it’s the same with inherited dragons) indicates to me that there’s something really interesting psychologically/biologically going on “under the hood,” there, so to speak.

And maybe this is just me and all those anthropology classes I took in college but that actually makes a lot of sense?

The historical record in the series dates the intentional breeding of dragons to a couple thousand years in the past, in china, but there’s a lot of evidence that there’s been a looser symbiotic relationship between humans and dragons a lot longer than that. Namely the domesticated elephants and the dragons in the Americas being the same species and of the same attitudes towards humans as dragons in Eurasia. So that’s likely at least 20 thousand years of symbiosis/mutual domestication, (if we assume they migrated together, which I do because it’s the simplest explanation) and it could well be much longer than that. That’s a long ass time. Like. The spread of IRL lactase persistence took less time than this.

And much like the benefits of being able to drink milk as an adult, the benefits of mutualism with an intelligent dinosaur-sized flying predator would absolutely have selective pressure on human populations. That’s just a given. I would talk about early hominins being third-tier scavengers here and Pleistocene megafauna and the canonical prevention of malaria via dragon proximity as compared to sickle cell anemia, but nobody wants me to regurgitate my entire biological anthropology 215 class in a tumblr post. Just trust me on this one.

Basically, the entire human species in the Temeraire universe will have been under a lot of positive selective pressure to be good symbiosis buddies to the dragons, so it’s no wonder aviator attachment is so intense.

This is likewise true for the dragons. A lot can be put down to intentional breeding in the last couple thousand years, but the foundation of dragons being prosocial with humans would have to be laid before then. Humans have domesticated predators IRL, but dragons are like 2-3 orders of magnitude larger than wolves and it took a long time to get dogs. The romans wouldn’t have had any luck if the dragons weren’t already partially on board. My theory is that this would have started way back. Australopithecus times, way back, because— [Anth 215 sneaks up behind me whilst the jaws theme plays] ANYWAY there’s a few benefits I can guess at for dragons having assistance hunting from small bands of persistence predators on occasion. I also think this would have intensified post-Pleistocene as the megafauna that would have been the dragons’ main prey went extinct and eventually agriculture would be the only way to replace— [Jaws theme intensifies] JUST TRUST ME BRO.

All this to say that humans being able to very quickly lose all instinctive fear of the dinosaur-sized flying predators they spend their time around and said predators developing not only attachment to humans but particular awareness of their humans specifically so as to prevent any possible accidental harm makes a lot of sense from an evolutionary biology perspective. It’s evidence of the same mutualistic relationship biologically shaping both species across the broader time spans that the series hints at.

[allastoredeer]

I just had to agree, that a huge Alastor fight scene is really all I want for season 2!

During "Stayed Gone", Valentino mentions a time that Alastor almost beat Vox, which implies that he narrowly lost in a fight between them.

He was badly injured in the fight with Adam, and had to retreat.

By the rule of three, it would be so poetic and amazing, if we got a fight scene where he doesn't back down, but continues to fight with everything he has, and emerges the unquestioned victor, wiping the smiles off the Vee's faces for good.

Bonus points if he actually accepts help from his found family, in the form of backup and helping him heal afterwards. He's so stuck on being a lone wolf (well, deer...), that him slowly learning to trust others would be such delicious character growth!

Actually, the way I interpreted Valentino saying that Alastor "almost beat Vox," is that during their fight Alastor was about to beat him. Like, if it continued, Vox was 100% going to lose. But the battle didn't see an actual end, with an actual victor, because, in my headcanon/theory, Vox was forced to retreat.

If Vox won, even narrowly, I don't think he would've been nearly as defensive or annoyed at Valentino for bringing it up. If the fight ended with Alastor retreating (or even losing), Vox would've milked the shit out of that. He would never let Alastor live that down. Hell, if the fight was recorded in any way, he'd be playing that shit on loop.

I think with Vox losing, it'd make him simultaneously eager for a rematch, but also nervous to fight Alastor head-on again considering he nearly lost (which might also explain why they never came face-to-face in season one. They only interacted from a distance, through their different mediums), and why he was SO happy when Alastor lost during the Extermination. He was living vicariously through Adam during that fight (Adams victory was HIS victory) because Alastor finally got a taste of the humiliation and defeat Vox felt all those years ago (and STILL feels, even now).

And considering all of that, I will go FERAL if there's a fight with all the Vees versus Alastor. I want to see what they can do. There are different ways to be powerful out side of strength and magical ability (see Rosie who's not physically or magically as strong as the other Overlords), so I want to see what Valentino and Velvette can do in a fight or on an intellectual level. The brains and the brawn (and whatever Valentino is.) I would laugh so hard if Valentino is actually the muscle of the Vee's. He's got very few braincells, but he can lift 2x his own weight, all they got to do is point him in the right direction. He's all muscle.

And I want that fight to be a close one too. In fact, if Alastor LOSES in that fight, my god, would that be such an angsty, complicated, even more humbling experience for him. Vox would be fucking THRIVING. He would be reveling. He finally beat the Radio Demon. He finally beat Alastor (and the complicated emotions. GOD the emotions that they'll both have during and after that)

But I also don't want Alastor to lose T.T He's my fav, and he already been so thoroughly humbled once, I think I'd collapse if he lost again. BUT if he were on the cusp of losing, got his second wind, and ultimately came out the victory, I would be screaming, jumping out of my seat, frothing at the mouth. I fucking LOVE that shit.

And super, serious 100% extra bonus points he gets help from his found family in the form of back-up or patching him up afterward. I think that would be amazing character growth for him. I WANT IT SO BAD ANON WHY DID YOU MAKE MY OBESSION AND YEARNING GROW I AM NOT A VERY BIG PERSON YOU'RE LITERALLY GOING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE WITH ALL THESE EMOTIONS

[chewyjellycable]

Guys I'm thinking about Shadow Milk again. Unlike this post, I'm going to go into a lot of off-the-wall theories with little to no explanation other than it sounds cool as Hell.

Shadow Milk pre-deceit must have held so much weight on his shoulders. To be the sole wielder of knowledge, he'd know the strengths of lying to others more than anyone else. And since he's the holder of it, no one would question him if he lied on purpose. (This point is used against PV in the future.)

Bringing something specific that I find fascinating- it's SM's connection to the Dark Side of the Moon. This means that he has a connection to Dark Moon Magic. For those who don't know or need a refresher, Dark Moon Magic is something that both White Lily and Pure Vanilla have delved into before.

My theory is that something related to this forbidden form of magic messed with a pre-corrupt SM's head and aided in molding him into a beast of deceit. Perhaps it showed him truths that he was not prepared to see? Maybe it scrambled up what the truth really was by making him a paranoid mess from the overwhelming power? In any case, I have a feeling that this is one of the reasons for what happened to the Beasts- but particularly SM, since we don't know enough about the others to deduce much. (Though I personally like to believe that SM was shown something of his friends suffering like some form of prediction and went on to look further into Dark Moon Magic in order to find a way to prevent this.)

Bringing back the connection to Pure Vanilla, SM actively attempts to get in his head. I feel like this is because SM himself had to deal with that nagging sensation before and after his corruption due to Dark Moon Magic, and thusly knows how to do such properly. He wants to drag PV into the same thing that he was dragged into, wanting his forced successor to suffer with some kind of poetic justice. Another connection between the two is PV was the first of his friends to reawaken, just as SM was the first beast to escape the tree.

Side note, I just wish to bring up that one of PV's nightmarish images he had to endure was the ancients being strung up similar to how he and his friends were strung up towards the end of Beast Yeast. I made this connection while doing research on PV's end of things and it stuck with me.

TL;DR - Thinking about Shadow Milk's past and how it could parallel Pure Vanilla is super fun to think about. SM having some relation to Dark Moon Magic and how haunting that magic seems to be for those that research it- how it leads to so much misfortune- makes me think that it had something to do with SM's corruption. Thank you for coming to my TEd Talk

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

“Crowley is Malleus’s long lost father” theory is popping off right now in like every twst social media community so I wanted to know what your thoughts on it were?

I briefly discussed this theory in the final paragraph of this post (although it is full of spoilers, so please be cautious of that). To reiterate (and to add more details), the main pieces of evidence that come up when discussing this idea are:

Malleus’s dad is confirmed missing, but we never saw a body or have confirmation of his death so we can’t 100% trust that.

Crowley’s past and motives remain a total mystery. (The crow mask he wears is also highly suspicious; why does he never remove it? Why does it resemble the masks worn by Briar Country soldiers? Because Malleus would recognize his father? Because Lilia might recognize his old friend?)

The name of Malleus’s dad may be romanized as Levan/Revan (we don’t have an official English localization for book 7 yet, so we don’t know for sure how it would be written). (Edit: EN has confirmed that his name is "Raverne".) The former looks like the word “raven”, just with the vowels swapped around. And you know who else is a black bird?? Diablo, Maleficent’s crow and right-hand man, similar to how Levan/Revan was Mallenoa’s right-hand man. Who else do we know that’s a crow? Crowley.

Levan/Revan is described by Lilia as someone who “always dumped their work onto others/him”, which is something that Crowley also does to his own students.

So I guess the conclusion is that Malleus’s dad went into hiding to protect himself (especially if we assumed that his wife got killed off shortly after his disappearance; his own life may be in danger as well)?

I think the idea is definitely… interesting??? It would also be a big rug pull since players have been joking since day 1 that Crowley gives the vibes of a deadbeat/absentee dad or someone who went off to buy milk and never came back 😂 But in terms of how likely I think it is to become a reality??? I think it’s definitely kind of shaky if we’re going with only what we know right now.

The problem I have with this theory is twofold. Firstly, it’s counting a lot of omission of information as proof rather than details present as proof (which really could be spun any which way you like if you tried hard enough). Secondly, the main thread of logic here is basically the same as “Ace traitor” theory. We’re drawing conclusions from… a name (in Ace’s case, the fact that his surname isn’t “Heart” like the other card soldiers but is “Trappola”), which isn’t a lot of solid evidence in of itself.

I don’t know if I totally buy that Malleus’s dad would go MIA for literally 400ish years either? Like… he was the princess’s confidant, right? So he must have cared for her very much. Why would he up and abandon his wife (rather than coming to her rescue), his friend (Lilia), his country, AND his unborn child who NEEDS his love magic to be hatched? Why wouldn’t he return once the war was over?? Why would he run off to Sage’s Island and become the headmaster there??? If he doesn’t want to be a present father figure, why have a child at all or put himself in a position where he now has to monitor several hundreds of children every year instead of the one child that is actually his? (I know that Lilia started off not wanting kids and then became more open to the idea over time (ie people can change), but I don't think we can conclude the same happened to Crowley given how dismissive he still is in present day and how little we really know about Malleus's dad's true personality.) And surely if Crowley was Malleus’s dad, he’s not so ignorant as to not know Malleus is his son, right…? But then why forget about his existence 90% of the time and forget to invite him when he knows Malleus is on campus and he had not been there for him all his life???? Why actively be such an asshole???

The mask thing on Crowley is suspicious as heck, yes, but I don’t know if Malleus would be able to identify his father on sight since he never saw him or got to know him before hatching. On the flip side, how would Lilia not immediately notice his friend by voice??? Or by the mask if it is, indeed, his friend’s trademark or a custom from Briar Country? Are we arguing “characters made dumb for the sake of plot”? 😭 (Believe it or not, this is actually the most credible piece of evidence to me just because of how often TWST has employed cases of mistaken identity for the sake of convenience; I wouldn’t put it past them.)

Lilia does describe Levan/Revan as someone who dumps work on others, but he says Mallenoa does the same thing. Yet there are other aspects to Mallenoa which we also learn about. Shirking work is not the entire personality of Malleus’s dad and while his overall character may be inclusive of that, there are tons of traits unaccounted for; we barely know the guy. The Crowley = Levan theory feels like taking a conclusion and working backwards/retroactively changing the interpretation of other details to prove the conclusion we began with, instead of taking suspicious details and synthesizing a conclusion from it.

Anyway! You can see that I’m hesitant about this theory. I’d like more concrete details before I get on board with it because there isn't enough to implicate Crowley specifically—but hey, that’s not to say the idea isn’t interesting or funny 🤔 I’d personally love to see Malleus’s reaction to Crowley Darth Vader-ing him, haha 😂

Side note: It’s also sort of funny how people don’t believe Crowley is Malleus’s dad simply because they think Mallenoa is “too good/hot” for a man as bumbling as Crowley www

[frostbitebakery]

I GOT THIS (don’t look at me like that I really got this jeez)

Day 2:

“I,” the - Cody’s focus drifts to the ABC magnets on his fridge as he gazes upon his life choices - zombie— the zombie’s jaw hangs open after the single syllable and a surprisingly healed hand pushes it up again. “I appreciate your help.”

The zombie’s voice is a raspy, halting mess with long pauses in between words. Cody has enough experience with smoke inhalation to recognize the lasting signs. He wonders if the zombie had died in a fire. He had been clearly, so very very, human anatomy sucks, very dead before the magical light show Cody and Wolffe had stumbled into.

Cody nods in acceptance and gestures to the bowl that’s steadily worked through with a slightly shaking spoon. “How are the Fruit Loops?”

The zombie scoops up another bite and his answer takes about three minutes in total but eventually Cody gathers that the Fruit Loops are alright if even sweeter than jogan fruit.

Which is just another item in the list of things that mark the zombie from not around anywhere on Earth as Cody knows it.

“The white milk is a surprise as well.”

“Why?”

“It’s not blue, first of all.”

He could, feasibly - somewhat -, still be English or UK-based. Going from use of language and the accent, maybe the zombie is just a dedicated LARPer.

Something hits the floor under the table.

The zombie blushes.

“Did your leg fall off again?” Cody asks. Last night had been… interesting.

The zombie blushes harder. “My sincerest apologies,” he says and rummages under the table. “My manners must also still rest in my grave.” Maybe he is English. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Or not. Maybe.

“Cody,” Cody says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure of making your acquaintance is all mine.” Obi-Wan offers a small smile while holding his jaw in place. It’s very sweet and very handsome, even though the English theory isn’t completely crossed out yet.

Cody smiles back. “Do you rather want beans on toast?”

Obi-Wan looks intrigued. And sweet and handsome in Cody’s clothes while what was salvageable of Obi-Wan’s… tunics are in the wash.

Time to ponder his life choices again.

[blobbycentral]

Ancient beasts CRK theory

In episode 2 of Beast Yeast, during Shadow Milk’s little plays he says that Dark Enchantress wishes to free the five beasts. To do this she says she’ll provide the five ancient beasts five cookie bodies. Though we have to take everything he says with salt, Pure Vanilla does say there is always some truth to it.

so five cookie bodies? Immediately you might think the ancient heroes bodies but Dark Enchantress never went to the kingdoms previously for the ancient cookies, she went for soul jam.

so what five cookies could she possibly sacrifice? I mean it’s not like she has five “loyal” cookies by her side.

Yeah I’m pretty sure Dark Enchantress Cookie is sacrificing the Cookies of Darkness. I have a bit of a theory of who should become who.

POMEGRANATE COOKIE < MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE

Pomegranate Cookie, through all the episodes, is shown to care only for Dark Enchantress Cookie. Little empathy for anyone except the darkness. Apathy, Mystic Flour Cookie’s element, is characterized as little emotion or empathy towards others.

RED VELVET COOKIE < SLIENT SALT COOKIE

Red Velvet, either then non-canon events, has almost never shown up with the rest of the Cookies of Darkness. He works silent in the shadows with little company. Slience, Salt Cookie’s element.

POISON MUSHROOM COOKIE < ETERNAL SUGAR COOKIE

There is literally a joke in the fandom that this kid is high all the time. They can easily be seen as lazy or sloth, like Eternal Sugar’s element. Plus they seem pretty happy.

AFFOGATO COOKIE < SHADOW MILK COOKIE

Affogato Cookie is introduced gaslighting a village girl, lying about Caramel Arrow to banish her, and manipulating Dark Cacao as his right hand the entire time. If that doesn’t scream deceit I don’t know what does. Though I doubt he or Licorice would want to be involved with this dealing of cookies at all.

LICORICE COOKIE < BURNING SPICE COOKIE

I don’t exactly know where I could fit this silly guy. He doesn’t match any of the elements perfectly like the other characters. He is shown to take a liking to dark and destructive magic so I put him with the cookie of destruction but I can see him not being so.

[foone]

I don't have a story to for them yet, but I wanted to write this down so I don't forget: my One Hundred and One Magical Pistols setting has an animal called Cyclic Cats.

They externally look much like earth/regular cats (which also exist in this setting), except their fur always has red/orange patterns in it, though sometimes they're mostly black and you can only tell them apart from regular cats by the redness of their toebeans.

They have the same diet and attitude to humans as regular cats, but their life cycle is very different: they're not born live, they hatch from eggs. These eggs are usually hatched within their parents' old skin.

See, Cyclic Cats molt. They shed their old skin when they reproduce. The original cat lays a sort of caterpillar cacoon and the shed skin will be attached to it. After a few days, the cacoon breaks and a kitten (looking much like a kitten of a regular cat, but not a newborn: they're about the size of a newly weaned kitten) will hatch from it, but this isn't the offspring of the cat: it's the same cat, just reverted to kitten form. If the cat laid fertilized eggs, they'll hatch from the body of the shed skin. They'll appear similar to their parent, but smaller and more like a newborn regular-cat kitten.

These hatchlings are blind like regular cats, but don't feed of their parent, at least not directly. Cyclic Cats aren't mammals, there's no milk. Instead the parent will chew up food and give it to their hatchlings, much like how baby birds are fed. This'll usually included the parents old skin, as they'll eat it to avoid wasting the food.

Anyway, slightly weird reproductive strategy aside, Cyclic Cats are much like regular cats in terms of ownership. They enjoy living around humans (especially because we feed them) and have long been a part of many human activities: they're a quintessential part of any brewery, bakery, or farm, as they help keep mice away from the grain and hops. They don't get along with regular cats, with both sides being territorial, but it rarely causes direct violence: both types of cats tend to avoid each other's territory, presumably through smell.

If keep alone or they've been fixed, they'll molt every couple years, while fertile Cyclic Cats will usually molt & lay eggs once a year, usually in the early winter. Their litters are usually only 1-2 eggs, though egg caches as large as 5 have been reported.

Their lifespans are longer than regular cats: 20-30 years for wild/outdoor cyclic cats, 30-40 for domesticated indoor cyclic cats.

Their distribution is slightly different: although both types of cats are domesticated and live with humans (even outdoor "wild" cats being descendants of domesticated cats), Cyclic Cats are more common in cities and largish towns, while regular cats are more common in farms and small villages. It's not known why this is.

In general conversation (in Unity, the most common human language) both cyclic cats and regular cats are just called "cats". When it's necessary to distinguish which type of cat they are, the two species are called "milk cats" and "cyclic cats". In the religious language of Old Tower, there's no singular word for both types: milk cats are written feles, while cyclic cats are murikeps.

Oh yeah, one final thing: cyclic cat gender is complicated. Traditionally they were considered a single-gendered species but it's now believed they have either two or three genders. It's basically impossible to tell their gender externally, as they don't have external genitalia. They reproduce sexually (through cloacal kissing like many birds) and any of the genders can be the "mother". Usually when two cyclic cats mate only one will become pregnant, but double pregnancies are not that rare. All two or three genders can mate with the other genders.

As for what the genders are, it's tricky. One theory is that it's male and female: males stick to "home" areas, defend it from other animals, and raise the young. Females travel farther and tend to bring food back, while males catch "vermin" animals entering the home.

The other theory states that "male" and "female" are meaningless labels for cyclic cats (especially given that both can lay eggs) and there's actually three genders: parents, soldiers, and hunters. Parents are more likely to lay eggs, and always stick to the home. Soldiers stay closer to the home, but will wander a bit to catch vermin and fight other animals getting too close to home. Hunters travel farther from home, primarily to catch food, and will avoid other large animals rather than fight them.

There is also a less accepted theory that this isn't a gender thing at all, and it's more based on ages: hunters tend to be younger "teenage" cyclic cats, then parents are mature adults, with soldiers being the elderly cats.

They've got some compelling evidence in terms of their observations on cyclic cat ages and their lifestyles, but it's hard to tell the ages of cyclic cats (they turn back into kittens every year or three!) so we only have their word that they tagged then properly and are correct about the ages. More research is ongoing, as always.

[lolo3h]

So we all know that the five beasts had their soul jams corrupted by their own power and that the witches purified the soul jam, but can they still corrupt cookies? Just some theories and speculation.

The most prominent example I can think of is with Dark Cacao and the climax of episode 14. When Pomegranate tries to use her magic to take control of Dark Cacao, he resists and his soul jam turns him berserk. 

I think it's interesting that the soul jam is causing Dark Cacao to turn into a monster, it shows that it is a powerful substance that can possible control the use just as much as the user controls it.

Another example, although implied, was with Smoked Cheese and Golden Cheese’s soul jam. When Smoked Cheese tries to use the soul jam, it seems to reject him.

Afterwards when the soul jam causes the Golden City to merge with the real world, Smoked Cheese acts strange, wanting to destroy everything. 

This is really uncharacteristic of him, as he’s a careful planner and genuinely trying to protect the kingdom from war in comparison to Golden Cheese, who wanted to stay isolated. He also speaks in a strange manner, almost as if he is possessed. You could chalk it up to Smoked Cheese breaking after his plans failed, but I don’t think that is the case. My theory is that the soul jam may have affected his mind and caused him to act so strange.

And with the Theater of Lies story, we see Shadow Milk directly using Pure Vanilla's soul jam trying to control him. I know it's not just the soul jam that is affecting Pure Vanilla, but that fact the the soul jam is being used as a vessel to control Pure Vanilla is interesting.

So in summary, Dark Cacao's (and to a lesser extent Golden Cheese's and Pure Vanilla's) soul jam might have the power to corrupt the user, just as it had corrupted the five beasts before them.

[madeleinecookieissomefrfr]

I am Matpat /j

I have no idea what to put here. Hello crk fandom if you are still alive.

Text :

-The pink line connects eye type and like style.

-The blue line is connecting the words Milk

-The text underneath the Espresso dialogue says “proper beefs with people tied with milk”

-The red words say :

“Theory 1 : Espresso knows more than he lets on”

“Theory 2: When Esp (Espresso) was making coffee magic he used Moon magic with his essence”

“Theory 3: Hes one of / or an ex puppet of Shadow milk”

My explanations :

I am autistic.

Also in the trailer you can see shadow milk, puppeteering some cookies.

But idk Im probably reading too into it because literature, and narrative design are something I really like to analyse.

I mean there’s a low chance any of this is true but let me eat up lore in peace /j

Also also first ever post teehee

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 31 | Fake Dating

Made up, like my fiancé | @blanketforcas

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,834 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, First Kiss, Touch-Starved Dean Winchester, make-up date Summary: Cas and Dean find out how much they like make-up (and each other)

under covers | @demonmary

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,588 Main Tags/Warnings: AU: No Supernatural, Federal Agents, Undercover as Married , Co-workers , Flirting , Smut , Older Castiel (Supernatural) Summary: inspired by an episode of NCIS, Dean and Cas go undercover for some good ol' fashioned fake dating.

We were always meant to say goodbye (please don't go) | @readingprofoundbonds

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8,210 Main Tags/Warnings: Misunderstandings, Second Chances Summary: When Castiel hears that Dean Smith will date anyone who asks him out for exactly one week, he's curious. He tests the waters and sees if 'anyone' will include male co-workers from Accounting.

Sternberg's Triangular Theory of Love | @aishitara

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,882 Main Tags/Warnings: Idiots to lovers, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, but they were roommates!, pretend relationship, misunderstanding, mild angst with a happy ending. Summary: Dean clears his throat and says, “I have an idea for how to deal with your mom.” He looks away as he takes a long swallow of beer. “But you’re probably not gonna like it.” Castiel grunts. “Tell me anyway. You’ve got one idea more than me.” Huffing a small laugh, Dean says, “Yeah, well, we’ll see.” He looks over at Castiel, lower lip caught between his teeth. “I’ll go with you,” he says earnestly. “To Thanksgiving.” Castiel stares at Dean blankly, not following. “Y’know,” Dean says, suddenly interested in removing the label from his beer. “As your boyfriend.”

swing with you for the fences | @fifthstiel

Rating: Mature Word Count: 27,637 Main Tags/Warnings: canon divergence (season 14), de-aging, kid jack, fake relationship, pining, getting together, case fic Summary: With elementary school parents falling mysteriously ill in Pennsylvania, a little magical aid allows a de-aged Jack and devoted single father Cas to play the perfect bait. However, a misunderstanding shortly after arriving leaves Dean reluctantly saddled with undercover parenthood right along with Cas. Now Dean has to survive the petty drama of suburbia while trying to track down whatever’s responsible for targeting parents in the community - and navigating his feelings about the family he didn’t think he’d ever get to have.

Lavender Pines | @thisisapaige

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 30,609 Main Tags/Warnings: Fake/Pretend Relationship (Platonic Cas & Rowena), Secret Relationship (Sam/Rowena), Idiots to Lovers (Cas/Dean), Case Fic, Post-Episode: s12e11 Regarding Dean Summary: Rowena calls Sam, asking for help. Her former lover, the powerful witch Leon O'Leary, has something of hers and she wants it back. When Sam agrees to help, the last thing he expects is for her to pull out a ring and propose. To Cas. Cas and Rowena move into the wealthy suburb of Lavender Pines and work to become the most well-liked newlywed couple on the block. Sam and Dean support them from the bunker. It’s a milk run of a case. Simple. Easy. It’s not.

[prythianpages]

ACOSM | The Night she asks about Love

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: fluff

summary: Valeria finds herself asking Mor and Mallory about what kissing is like when her brother, Cass and Az walk in. Things get a bit awkward.

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection of imagines that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on them, you can find the masterlist for it here.

**

In the heart of Valeria’s home, the charming kitchen buzzed with energy as she, Mor, and Mallory gathered to prepare dinner. The scent of spices and delicious ingredients filled the air. It was a comfort to have Mor's presence. She had arrived uninvited but her presence was always welcome. Valeria was elated that her visits grew more within the past year.

Now that they were older, Lady Yvaine felt more comfortable leaving Valeria and the guys alone to go visit her husband. She would leave them only for a couple of nights of the week, not wanting to be gone for too long in fear of the havoc unsupervised teenagers could cause. Tonight was one of those nights so dinner was left up to Valeria to prepare as the guys were away in training.

Valeria hummed a tune as she diced vegetables, her focus on the task at hand. She glanced over at Mor, who was stirring a simmering pot, and smiled. "Remind me to thank Azriel for those spices he picked up from the market."

Mor looked up. "Oh, you mean the ones he claimed would make the food as hot as Cassian's temper?"

Valeria nodded with a smile. "Exactly those."

Mallory, standing at the counter, grinned and joined in the banter. "I'd pay to see Cassian's reaction to spicy food."

“Or Rhys’s!” Mor exclaimed.

“Rhys is such a baby when it comes to spicy food.” Valeria laughed. “I can already picture Rhys dramatically fanning his mouth.”

“And Cassian gulping down a gallon of milk.” Mor said, tears of laughter streaming down her face at the thought.

“Oh and then Azriel, calmly savoring every bite, unfazed.” Valeria added as she wiped the tears from her own eyes.

The three girls all looked at each other. The idea of seeing Rhysand and Cassian squirming from the heat of spicy food seemed highly entertaining, and the mere thought sent them all into fits of giggles again. 

Mor then playfully nudged Mallory, her eyes still glistening with tears. The two had gotten along well as Valeria thought they would. "Maybe we'll have a spicy food contest soon? To test our theories out?”

“Oh, of course!” Mallory replied and Valeria nodded in agreement.

 They fell into a comfortable silence as they finished making dinner. The silence didn’t last too long as Mor’s eyes lit up once again, wide with excitement.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" She exclaimed. "I have to tell you about the latest scandal from the Court of Nightmares!”

“Please tell.” Valeria encouraged, leaning in with interest.

“Mathis got caught kissing my mother’s maid!” Mor burst into laughter for the hundredth time of the night. “Purely consensual on both parties, by the way. Father was so upset but my mother did not allow him to fire the maid. So he confined Mathis to his room for a week with no magic!”

Valeria gasped and Mallory’s eyes widened. Although she hadn’t known Mor for long, even Mallory recognized that it was rare for Mathis to ever get punished. Mor had complained about how Mathis, her older brother, was her father’s favorite on multiple occasions.

“Hope the kiss was worth it.” Mallory quipped.

Valeria hesitated for a moment, her mind lingering on the thought. “Speaking of kissing…what’s a first kiss like?”

There was a mixture of curiosity and shyness in her tone. Mor looked up from the pot she was tending to, a playful smile on her lips. "Why the sudden interest in first kisses, Val?"

Valeria felt her cheeks flush, attempting to shrug off her embarrassment. "Oh, I was just curious, you know, since you brought it up and all. Generally speaking, of course."

Mallory chimed in, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is there someone you like, Val?"

“I think I know who.” Mor sang in a teasing manner.

“Wait, I think I know too!” Mallory grinned, raising her eyebrows at Mor. “On the count of one…two…”

On three, the front door creaked open and the voices of Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel filled the air. Valeria's blush deepened, and she turned her attention to the vegetables, feigning nonchalance.

“Azriel,” Mor smiled wickedly as he was the first to enter the kitchen.

A gentle smile graced the Shadowsinger’s lips. “Hello, ladies. I smell the spices I bought…what’s cooking?”

Valeria stammered slightly, her gaze flickering between Azriel and the vegetables she was chopping. "Uh, just some dinner... for everyone."

“Smooth.” Mor mused, nudging Valeria with an impish grin. The situation was playful and light, but Valeria felt her heart race as she exchanged glances with Azriel.

“Why is the air spicy?” Cassian said with a cough, his eyes watering slightly making Mor and Mallory laugh.

Rhysand leaned against the counter, raising an eyebrow at his sister. “Val, you seem a little flustered. Everything alright?"

She felt the gentle prodding of his talons rake across her mind, his attempt to probe her thoughts. With a glare of warning, she fiercely put her mental shields up, refusing to allow him in. She cleared her throat, attempting to compose herself but it was Mor who answered for her.

"Yes, everything's fine. She was just curious about first kisses, you know. Generally speaking, of course." Mor chuckled, seizing the opportunity to tease her further. She was unfazed by the jabbing of Valeria’s elbow into her side.

Rhysand groaned dramatically. “Please don’t tell me this is about Lord Devlon’s son, Darnien.”

“It’s Damien,” Valeria corrected with a roll of her eyes. “And maybe, maybe not.”

 “Our little Val is growing up.” Cassian grinned, nudging Azriel, who remained unusually quiet at the teasing of Valeria. The latter did not join in. His shadows seemed to tense, an unreadable expression crossing his face. 

“Ugh, you’re even defending him.” Rhysand lamented, continuing with his dramatic antics as he buried his face into his hands. “What do you even see in him?”

“He’s got a pretty face…for an Illyrian.” Mor said with a smirk.

Mallory looked at her with a grimace. “You think so?”

“Well, he’s not my type but…” Mor replied with a shrug. The girls then fell into a separate conversation of their own, Mallory daring to ask who falls under the category of  Mor’s type. Meanwhile, Valeria and the guys were too absorbed in the topic of Valeria and Damien to pick up on the subtle blushes between Mor and Mallory, blissfully unaware of the undeniable chemistry in the air. 

Valeria felt her face burn brighter. This was not about Lord Devlon’s son but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She had met Damien while ice skating with Mallory and he seemed to have taken an interest in her. It surprised Valeria as it was rare for her to be approached by a guy, considering the glare Rhysand would send any of them if they even dared to look at her. If it wasn’t Rhysand scaring off any male attention, it would be Azriel and if it wasn’t him, then it’d be Cassian. The overly and dreadfully protective trio, she called them but if you asked Mallory or Mor, they’d referred to them as the “cockblockers.”

“He’s nice to me.”

“I’m nice to you.” Cassian deadpanned. “We–” Cassian continued as he gestured to him, Rhysand and Azriel. “Are all nice to you.”

“That’s the bare minimum.” Azriel agreed with a huff. "And shouldn't mean as deeply as it does to you."

“I’ve seen his mind.” Rhysand said as he dragged his hands down his face. “And his thoughts are anything but nice. They’re disgusting.”

“I’m sure yours are just as disgusting.” Valeria snapped back. “I’ve seen the way you look at Andrina’s ass.”

Cassian let out a howl of laughter. “She does have a great ass,” He said deep in thought, most likely thinking about Andrina’s assets.

Rhysand's voice carried a trace of desperation as he uttered, “Please tell me you’re at least not in love with him.”

His protective instinct for Valeria flared, unable to fathom why his little sister had developed an interest in Lord Devlon’s son. It was a stark reminder that she was growing up, a reality he grappled with.

Valeria paused, deep in thought. “Well, I wouldn’t know what love is like.”

Azriel's gaze softened. "Love is weird. It’s a mix of emotions. Happiness, warmth, excitement. Sometimes, even a bit of fear.”

The question was out of her mouth before she could restrain it. “Are you in love?”

Azriel’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the directness of her question. Surprise and hesitation danced in his eyes.

“Az? In love?” Cassian said, incredulity lacing his words. “Az can’t even fall asleep.”

“I thought you said the worry dolls were working.” Valeria quipped to Azriel–a slight pout on her lips.

“You should be asking me,” Cassian chimed in, diverting attention away from Azriel, who seemed momentarily flustered. He saved Azriel from having to explain why he couldn’t sleep, a secret the Shadowsinger guarded. “I’m the only one here in a beautiful and loving relationship.”

“Alright, then. What’s love like?” Valeria prodded.

At this, Mor and Mallory halted their conversation, also eager to learn about his experience.

“Everyone feels love differently.” Cassian began. “But for me, love is always finding excuses to spend time with that special someone. It’s about paying them extra attention, being there for them when they need you and cherishing their passions and interests as if they were your own.”

“Oh and don’t even get me started on the physical aspects of love. When you love someone, the sex–”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Rhysand interrupted sharply, reaching forward to cover Valeria’s ears. “Let’s not taint my dear little sister with your bedroom tales.”

“Tanwyn must be a lucky girl,” Mor laughed, wiggling her eyebrows playfully at Cassian, the teasing spirit of the moment lightening the atmosphere.

As the banter continued and dinner was served, Valeria couldn't help but let her mind wander. Cassian's description of love resonated with her in a way she hadn't expected. She glanced at Azriel, who had remained quiet during dinner.

It wasn't Lord Devlon's son who she ached to spend time with or spared her attention to. She wasn't even interested in the slightest over learning about his interests. He had been the one to approach her and while she did humor him, it wasn't his attention she yearned for.

It was Azriel's.

**

Tag list: @justrepostandlove @kemillyfreitas

[breannasfluff]

Facets of a Rabbit

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“2,000 rupees,” the rabbit tells his customer with a smile.

Legend lounges in the corner, watching the interaction.

“That’s a scam! No one will buy it for that much!”

“Then I guess that means you won’t be gaining this handy tornado rod.”

Hey…wasn’t that one of Legend’s items? Eh, well, maybe Ravio has a double. Hylia knows he paid enough to buy it the first time.

“You are a crook! I’m spreading the word about your business!”

Rather than worry, Gold—because Ravio was still split—waves a cheery goodbye as his customer stomps out of the shop. Legend pulls himself off the wall and heads over.

“Why’d you ask so much?”

Gold rolls his eyes. “Mr. Hero. Running a business means asking for fair prices. This? This is priceless.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s yours.”

“Hey!” Legend makes a grab for the rod, only to have it pulled out of reach. “Stop selling my stuff! You aren’t that poor! I like my things where I left them!”

Gold twirls the rod and gives him a calculating look. “How much are you willing to pay to get it back?”

“I already bought it!”

The merchant just laughs.

“Seriously, why charge so much?”

With a sigh, Gold tucks the rod back into a box and starts tidying the room. It used to be Legend’s living room, but now it’s converted into a shop. He’s not sure if dusting is worth this. “I happen to know that man. He and his family are low on rupees because he makes frivolous purchases.

“Huh.” Legend mulls this over. Split like this, it’s easy to think of Ravio’s colors as one-dimensional. It’s not true, though. Gold may be obsessed with rupees, but he still has standards and a sense of right and wrong.

“Can I have my rod back now?”

“No.”

That sense might be buried deep, deep down.

Cyan has his nose buried in a book. He’s quiet; quieter than Legend is used to for the merchant. Normally he’s Mr Hero this and Buddy that. Cyan, though, reads his book and sits by himself.

Well, they aren’t getting anywhere by sitting in silence. Legend takes the lead. “What are you reading?”

“Dimensional Portals: Fact or Theory.”

Well, that’s…honestly not what he was expecting. “Anything good?”

“No.”

Great. It’s like talking to a brick wall. What part of Ravio is this? The one good at magic, Purple said, but personality-wise? Is there a part of the rabbit that wants to sit in silence?

Legend shifts from foot to foot, awkward and unsure how to proceed. Should he ask more questions? Should he leave Cyan alone?

Without looking up from his book, Cyan says, “I found a book earlier I think you’d like. If you want to read as well.”

“Sure!” He moves over to an armchair and waits for the promised book. What will Cyan have picked out? Transmutation? Lawn care? How to mooch free rent off your light world counterpart?

What he’s handed is a book of Lorulian fairytales. “Thank…you?” When was the last time he read a story like this? Still, he’s trying to get to know Cyan so he might as well give it a try. Flipping it open, he starts to read.

Cyan lights a lamp before Legend realizes how much time passed. The stories sucked him in; similar to the ones he grew up on, yet different. He did enjoy it—a lot more than expected. It’s nice to just read for pleasure without trying to learn something.

Looking up, he gives Cyan a soft smile. “You were right. Thank you.”

The color doesn’t raise his eyes from his book, but his ears are tipped with red. When Legend ducks a little to see, there’s a smile on his face.

Rain sheets outside the window. Thunder rumbles overhead, immediately after the crack of lightning. Even situated in front of the fire with a blanket, Legend still flinches. Thunderstorms toss him to a past that chews him up and spits him out shaking.

Underneath the sound of thunder is the banging of cupboards in the kitchen. Purple is in there, ostentatiously making their dinner. Although what meal requires so many cabinets is a mystery.

The color appears in the doorway, leaning around to look at Legend. “Hey, are we out of milk?”

“Was it in the ice box?”

“No.”

“Then we are out of milk.”

Purple grimaces. “I need milk for dinner. This won’t work without it.”

The room flashes from lightning and thunder shakes the roof. The rain increases, pounding. It’s going to be truly awful going outside. On top of that, the weather has Legend’s scars flaring and aching. He doesn’t want to move from the fire. He certainly doesn’t want to go trek out for milk.

“Can we eat something else tonight?”

“No, sorry, we’re running low.”

The vet buries his head in his hands because Ravio hates going out in the rain. He whines and complains until Legend goes and does it. Granted, it’s not during a storm, but there’s even less chance of Purple going.

“Do you mind dinner being a little late?” The color is pulling a coat over his rope and re-looping his scarf around his neck.

“…what?”

“I’m going to run out for milk. But it will delay dinner a bit.”

Legend stares, still lost. “Don’t you want me to go?”

Purple gasps. “And make you go out in this weather when you are hurting? Never!” He tucks the scarf ends into his robe and heads for the door. “Be back soon!”

The wind howls when he opens the door and Legend huddles into his chair until it slams shut. Purple is going to be soaking wet when he comes back. Still…Legend really wasn’t up for going out. Maybe this time, it’s okay to rest.

“Mr. Hero!”

“You don’t have to call me that.” Pink bats his eyes at Legend and—are those tears starting? “But you can if you want!”

The tears vanish. “I was hoping we could spend some time together!”

“Doing…what?” Pink has a habit of sighing and following Legend around like a lost puppy dog. He’s still not sure what.

“We can just…sit together? On the couch? Oh, you could read me some poems!”

That isn’t the worst thing they could do, but why is he the one reading the poems? “Okay, sure, let’s go.”

In the sitting room, Pink chooses the loveseat while Legend pulls out a book of poetry. It might be a little flowery, but the color doesn’t seem like one to judge.

Sitting down next to him, the vet is immediately crowded. “Hey, I can’t hold the book!”

“Then put your arm around me,” Pink says, like this will solve the issue.

Actually, it does, so Legend gives in. Goddesses, what’s up with this part of Ravio? He’s touchy, sure, but now he’s practically crawling into Legend’s lap. Fine. Giving up on understanding, the vet opens the book and starts reading.

The rumble of his voice must be soothing because Pink leans more and more into his side before sliding half into his lap. Once he yawns, showing white teeth with a slight gap between them.

Legend keeps reading, even when Pink’s breathing evens into soft puffs against his knee. He’s kind of cute like this, all tired out and turning to the vet for safety. It’s not…the worst to sit and read him poems. Would all of Ravio like this?

That sounds like an experiment for another time. Resting his hand on the curls on his lap, Legend continues reading.

Gleam doesn’t particularly like Legend. It’s unclear what part of Ravio he is—even the colors mumble and don’t answer the question. Yet ever since the potato-throwing incident at their first meeting, Gleam keeps a wary eye on him. He also stands a little too close to the knife block for comfort.

So, when Legend hears banging on the roof and a distinct lack of Gleam, it takes some consideration before he goes to find out what’s going on.

Gleam is on his roof, with an oversized hammer, smacking it against Ravio’s shop sign. Oh boy.

Spying a ladder, Legend pulls himself up to the roof. “Did the sign offend you?”

The color starts, then glares at him and swings at the sign. A corner chips off and falls to the ground below.

“Aren’t you Ravio? He’s going to hate this when you are all back together.”

Gleam ignores him and continues chipping at the sign. He’s not doing much damage, honestly. It will take him forever to get this down.

“Here.” The vet holds out a hand for the hammer.

After a long, frankly insulting pause, Gleam hands it over. Legend squares his hips, settles his feet, and uses the power bracelet to fuel his blow against the sign. The S goes flying, then crashes to the ground.

Gleam lights up—literally, and claps. Well, if property destruction is what it takes to buy his friendship, Legend isn’t above it. He didn’t want a sign on his roof in the first place.

With a grin, Legend lines up a swing at the O. Goodbye, giant sign, hello Gleam friendship!

[alexalessandro]

Okay, are y'all ready for an unhinged theory about Fig?

So we all heard this at the end of the first episode.

"You've been holding onto a piece of magic for a long time... If you take me, you know what you would save. And you smell something sour and curdled."

Now, that's fucking ominous, but I wanna focus on the "something sour and curdled" because that's an odd way to phrase it, right?

Now, this is apparently from a piece of magic Fig has been holding onto for a long time, and Fig's phrasing at the end there:

"I come from hell, we make deals with devils"- Is vague and also blatantly wrong. Fig doesn't literally come from Hell. Our girl comes from the suburbs but is now a devil, the Archdevil of rebellion.

So, I think the one making a deal is not necessarily Fig, but whoever is calling out to Fig is making a deal with her, as she's the devil in the exchange, and I think the creature may not necessarily be devilish in nature.

And who is this creature making a deal with fig? Something that has been with her for a long time, something that smells curdled?

Gilear.

NOW HOLD ON COOL YOUR JETS!

HEAR ME OUT OKAY!!

It's been a joke theory in the FH fandom for a while now that Gilear acquired some extraplanar energy from 1. Dying this many times, and 2. Dying in hell. If they got frequent revivify miles, Gilear's Soul definitely got em.

Now, the fact that Fig smells something curdled immediately calls back to Gilead's Curdled milk and lemon yogurt bit in sophomore year (and his overall yogurt obsession from freshman year). It makes sense that if he became an eldritch being of any kind dairy would be a big part of his supernatural brand.

I would also not put it past Brennan to turn Gilear into a more plot-relevant being, considering his popularity within the fandom, the bad kids, and his presence in the Dropout merch store before the season drop (a whole Gilear plush, really? Don't get me wrong I love it but I'll absolutely be taking that as theory fodder thank you very much).

It would also make sense to link Gilear to Fig's magic this way, not only because a lot of his deaths had to do with devilish ends (The Balgura, literally dying in hell, TWICE, and dying by wearing the armor of one of the seven deadly sins), but also because who else has been there with Fig since the beginning? A piece of her that has been with her for a long time? There's also the fact that Gilear is the first soul she revivified after becoming the archdevil of anarchy and rebellion, and that oughta create a deeper magical bond, right?

We all know how Brennan feels about Gilear "HE'S JUST A GUY! SOME PEOPLE HAVE TO BE NORMAL!!!" But Gilear's life has not been normal since the bad kids, and as much as Brennan is a DM, he's also a producer of the show: "As a DM, my faith in you as a player was not shaken for a single moment. As a producer of the show, I went, Fabian Aramaris Seacaster is one of the most beloved characters of any property on our platform, and we are going to watch him die in real-time, and no agent of the company has the ability to intercede!"

As a DM, Brennan hates Gilear and doesn't understand how he became one of the most beloved characters of any property on D20's platform (especially when he put more effort in and cared more about other parental characters in the show, as he said in a crown of candy adventuring party I believe). As a producer of the show, Brennan understands Gilear's importance in the Fantasy High brand. And if his plush is anything to go by, I think Brennan did not forget about our favorite sad elf dad when planning the storylines of junior year.

Anyway, insanity over, can't believe we have to wait a whole week for the next episode.