#scared of his own reflection

[etruski]

Adso is going through it

[thenamesapollo]

state of deltarune theories is so so bad cuz they all try to connect back to the theme of escapism without noticing that that theme isn't even in deltarune.

[momentomori24]

I may just be insane about this but does this feel like foreshadowing to anyone else. In this scene we see her trying to replicate the skill of someone else (her mother) and failing to achieve the same results that they would. That feels really specific and it's driving me insane.

Like, we see this come back again in the aftermath of the trial. Diana has repeatedly voiced her admiration for Wolfgang's ability to speak and inspire those around him in the darkest of times, saying she wished she could do the same. We see her pour her heart out and give her own speech to inspire the others-- except the reaction that she receives is cold and miserable, far from the newly kindled warmth and hope Wolfgang was able to create every time.

Diana is a chameleon. Her whole thing is to reflect, to replicate and to adapt. Do you think that this small scene where she tries to make a butterfly out of her hairclips-- a butterfly, an animal associated with transformation and change-- and the end result looking nothing like what she wanted it to be is a metaphor for her future character arc? She has declared that she wants to follow in Wolfgang's footsteps, wants to become something new, but do you think that by the end she ends up being the furthest thing from him? Do you think that by the end she will be left distorted, fundamentally wrong? Do you think that if she could see what she will become in the future, the only emotion that she can muster is horror as she gazes at a stranger that's supposed to be herself? That by the end, she won't be able to recognise herself, because there's no "her" left anymore?

[cookiekitkat8484]

It has come to my attention that people who haven't read the comics don't realise Wallace was the one who harassed scott into being his friend. Like he saw that nerd at uni and went oh yeah that's my guy now. This bitch would not shut up and showed up at his house uninvited to hang out till scott gave in and befriended him, then they got suuuper drunk and scott let him crash at his. He comes to family dinners, is best friends with his sister, and chats to his mum.

He despises envy more than anything and is furious when she tries to mess with his life again and scott gets hurt, so he cooks him breakfast and comforts him. He coaches scott in fighting and helps with strategies so he doesn't get his ass kicked. He bullies him to leave the house because there's a heatwave and he wants to make sure he doesn't get heatstroke. Like they're close enough Wallace walks around in his underwear (though scott whines about it).

I've seen people assume Wallace supports scott out of pity but that man is a bitch and morally questionable (affectionate), I do not think he would put up with it at all if he didn't want him around, especially given he can barely afford to support them both. When they stop living together he doesn't just kick him out it's because their landlord kicks them out, he actively enchorages scott to move in with Ramona out of care for him and offers to stay with him if he needs it, though ends up signing a lease with his boyfriend (in his defence scott didn't ask for him to stay and decided to try make things work with Ramona) but still let's him stay at the new apartment with them when Ramona kicks him out.

Yeah he's mean to scott sometimes and makes fun of him/is brutally honest but he basically became part of Scott's family and part of that is calling people out when they're being a total jackass and teasing them, he's that kinda guy and scott knows that he doesn't actually hate him or something. Yeah scott will do puppy dog eyes if he wants something but wallace is frequently nice to him on his own initiative and scotts not a suck up to Wallace, he can be a bitch right back at him.

They're a really important part of each other's lives. though I can understand people not familiar with the characters who watched the show thinking Wallace doesn't care about scott being gone, literally all the characters reacted super casually. Bryan has tried to clarify his way of trying to cope is him "being a jerk"/disconnecting/acting apathetic. Also in the show o'malley basically confirms Wallace had feelings for scott and that was why he had the affair with Todd and you can quote him on that, aswell as scott admitting how they became roomates was "somewhat gay" in the comics, so there's definitely some weird more than friends emotional mess tied in there.

comic panels i reference under the cut

TLDR wallace lives with him because he cares about him, whether you read that as still somewhat romantic or now platonic, with either interpretations fitting better with different versions of the story

[fire-on-fuel]

somewhat overlooked point but it's always been interesting to me that vau's father's problem with him was the dissapointment/dishonor type just because you probably wouldn't guess. Vau generally reads blank but the fact that he's someone who thinks he's removed the problem by viscerally cutting out all the visible manifestations of it is. yeah great job. Day to day he operates with this crystal clear refusal to subject himself to others' opinions [heavily implied 'like before' here] but we see him instill a version of the same fear honed traits in his cadets and watch it bubble up in relation to jango and even more curiously himself. He's such a pile of completely at war with eachother hand picked pieces held together with tack welds. You're lying to yourself, walon

[h0rr0rimus]

Thinking about how if Astarion were to ever see his reflection again that the man would spook himself constantly. He hasn't seen himself just Appear in a reflective surface in 200 years. He's going to scare the shit outta himself every time he would walk by a mirror because out of his peripheral he just sees a Being appear, and he jumps before realizing it's himself. Sometimes, the mirror does not survive the encounter.

[5t0rm2]

There need to be more epic the musical / pjo fics and art. Ive read almost all that I could find on AO3, and I NEED more Percy Jackson as a reincarnated Odysseus. It's amazing. Him being scared of the water? And how he looks? *Perfection*

Anyway if anyone sees this and writes more please please PLEASE dm me or reblog this with the fics cus I have such a desperate need

[clownprince]

alright i was already intrigued by the premise of knight terrors: the joker but i'm SO fucking hyped now you're telling me rosenberg is elaborating on the divorce arc??? also dark workplace comedy is exactly where i hoped they'd go with this

[goth-emrys]

Does merlin know his eyes glow gold when he uses magic?

I assume he's seen other magic users eyes and therefore *knows* they do...but has he used magic at his reflection before to check? lol

[fellhellion]

I have a rich inner world abt both iterations of Miguel and the relationship to fatherhood <- literally just hc

[noctilionoidea]

I can never be normal about the bacchae of form any coherent thought on it. That play saved my fucking life. I owe my happiness to the fucking bacchae

[softservesoymilk]

Inigo loves Archie so much it kills him inside :’)

[noxexistant]

This is probably my favorite sneak peak so far:

“No. You gon’na get out of here. I can call the cops and have you took out of here in handcuffs,” [Oscar] growled, stepping closer for once, trying to hide the trembling of his hands and body from the older man. “You don’t scare me no more.”

“No?” Walter asked, stepping closer as well, just under eye–level with his eldest son. “Not now? When your hands are shaking, and you look like you’re about to piss yourself?

“Not when you look in the mirror? See your old man?” His smile turned even more sinister. “I bet that piss you off worse ‘n anythin’. Don’t it?

“What about when you look at Morris? When you see that you ain’t done no better at raisin’ that boy than you think I done? You scared then?”

[visibly vibrating and making a noise like a boiling tea kettle]

oscar knowing he’s done a shitty job raising his little brother, but he loves morris more than anything and he knows he did his best, which is far far more than could be said for their pa.

also. oscar opening his mouth to snap back that at least he ain’t never hit the kid, but then the words die in his throat because he has. he’s far more like his pa than he can ever stomach, especially now, but he’d sooner die here than admit that. or he’d shout it, if that’s what it’d take to keep morris safe right now.

also also. walter asking how it feels for oscar to look at morris and not only see his own failure, but see their ma’s pretty face. “wonder if he’d look even more like her dead.”

(“prob’ly still be for the best ‘f’he got outta the way like she did. ain’t it jus’ so damn unfair he’s jus’ a burden on you now to fuck up even more.”)

[akkivee]

what will they be doing when they’re on opposite sides from the rest of their team i wonder??? 🤔🤔🤔

[fanaiceach]

Six months. After he wakes up dead in Hampton's shelter and gets his bearings enough to return to Priwen headquarters, after he gives excuses about coming down with the flu and collapsing on patrol and convalescing at the night asylum, that's how long Geoffrey stays on with the Guard. Six months.

It frightens him, at first -- how easy it is to slip back into their ranks with no one apparently the wiser. Geoffrey catches on quickly that he's like no other leech he's put down before. There's no change to his appearance. When a hunt runs long the encroaching dawn poses no immediate threat. In the instances where he shares a meal with his men, he has no trouble keeping it down. No one suspects a damned thing, not even when he slips away from a patrol group to make a kill on his own. He's fast and efficient and alert, and somehow they never even manage to see the blood he's certain must be staining his teeth.

Coming up with excuses to stick around is almost too easy. There's still cleanup to be done in the wake of whatever Reid did to staunch the epidemic, and it wouldn't be right to abandon his people and their cause with so much work to do. Though their increased numbers proved useful during the worst of the fight, it's also apparent to Geoffrey that he needs to make cuts and focus on instilling order and discipline back into the Guard now that they can be choosy with recruitment again. There are reserves of weapons and funds to bookkeep and organize, research to be done, plans to be made, so many people still looking to him for leadership...

He could have stayed longer, and ultimately that's why he decides to leave. Nothing about vampirism scares him more than the idea of losing himself completely. Surrendering the ideals and morals that have held up his entire existence. And after half a year, when he catches himself getting comfortable, when the worry of discovery is starting to fade to the back of his mind -- that's when he knows that he needs to go, before he crosses one line too many.

As though not immediately laying his head on the butcher's block wasn't bad enough.

When he leaves, he tells no one. Geoffrey simply goes out for a solo patrol and never returns. He takes his sword and crossbow, the old revolver given to him by Eldritch. He carries a satchel full of notes he's copied from the Priwen archives, his personal notebooks, and the remnants of King Arthur's blood concealed in a worn flask. None of this strikes his fellow Guardsmen as strange, and they ask no questions of him when he steps out into the night without looking back.

Though Geoffrey never officially appointed a successor like Eldritch did -- truthfully, it was only during the epidemic that he started to consider his own mortality and how it intertwined with Priwen's legacy -- he didn't think his second in command would need specific instructions to carry on in his absence. He leaves England and heads north for Scotland with half a mind to follow Reid's trail, and eventually goes back to Ireland but finds it woefully difficult to find his place there during their revolutionary period. It's not home anymore and hasn't been for a very long time. He bounces around Europe a bit and eventually leaves altogether and heads for the States just before WWII breaks out, and has spent most of his time moving around North America since. All that to say -- he hasn't had any contact or run-ins with Priwen since he left. From what he hears from other hunters and from whatever connections he still has in London / England -- potentially Hampton, Reid, Swansea, etc -- he knows the Guard still exists in some fashion in modern times. They're not as blatantly militant as they once were, and rather than a full-time operation they function as more of a hunter's guild. Geoffrey still has something of a reputation within the realm of hunting and it's likely that they're aware of his continued existence, but even when he's in London he keeps his distance and they don't bother with him. As for what his legacy is among them, he doesn't know if he's still seen as a respectable historical figure or if he's been expunged from their good books. The notion of tarnishing everything he once stood for used to bother him.

It doesn't anymore.

[realmsb4rbie]

simon with a girlfriend who cleans when she's mad!

simon never really doubted anything.

he didn't doubted when he jumped in front of a bullet, or get picked in most dangerous missions, nor doubt when he says something. he's a clear man. if he thinks about it, he'll say it or do it.

but simon is now staring at the floor, which he can see his own reflection by now, from how clean it is, and just... thinks.

did he done something wrong? or did you just got bored and started cleaning? you were a lazy bird, using your boredom in either journaling or spending time on your phone, or just reading a book. but cleaning? that's something you did when you were furious.

of course you cleaned the house occasionally, he helped too, but this is way too clean for his liking.

you stepped into the livingroom with his shirt, and some slippers; hair tied in a messy bun and hands covered with dish gloves. simon's whole body tensed, which was completely out of fear. see, he could curse to a general—been there done that—be mean to anyone, or literally spit in the enemies face while being pointed guns.

but you? damn, woman. you almost made the bloke pee in his pants.

"si?"

"my gorgeous doll." he said almost immediatly, and you could see a shiver if you squinted enough. you were glad that he wasn't stepping your perfectly cleaned floor with his combat boods; completely bare footed, shoes where they suppose to be.

"why are you standing there?" you asked with a tilt of your head, confused to see your giant boyfriend almost turn into a shrimp from fear. "come on! im done, just gonna put these back." you showed the cleaning products in your hand and walked to kitchen, to place them where they belong.

simon let out a breath of relief, yet still confused. you weren't mad. not like he gave you a reason to, he returned from his deployment yesterday and went to gym today, leaving you happy at home. so why was this house this clean?

"doll." simon slowly stepped in your personal space, almost like hunting you. you let out a confused smile, holding him. "si." you hummed, noticing how he visibly relaxed.

"why 's the house clean, luv?" he murmured, caressing your waist.

you chuckled. "you prefer it dirty?"

"no, but you usually don't clean this deep unless your mad."

"...huh?"

you never realised it before. but yeah, you did clean when you were mad. you couldn't sit on your ass angry, your hands itching to do something. and since you didn't wanted to do illegal stuff, you just cleaned the house!

"oh," you said softly. "that's why you were tense? im not mad si! cleaned this deep because spring is here, and i wanted to embrace it with a clean home."

simon let out a quiet 'oh', gently lifting you in his arms. "you scared me there for a sec', doll. thought i did som'thin i didn't realise." he said, carrying you to shower.

you chuckled, hugging his neck. "should i be mad?"

"nuh-uh doll, 'm innocent, i swear." he smiled a bit, sitting you on the sink. "and as a thank you for cleanin' the house, my precious and pretty doll, i'll give you the best shower of your life."

you raised a brow, knowing he won't keep his hands to himself in there. "promise to order wings after?"

"copy that."