#this is sooooooooo

[sieglinde-freud]

ARE YOU KIDDINGGGGGGGGGGH THIS IS EVERYTBINGGGG

and hello baby xander. get free unit’d lmao

[goobie-goo]

mwhahehehhaheha okay. this one is the lore/plot outline. have fun!!

TWs are added so i can keep track in notes and in case i share it,, like rn!! boy, im so smart!

tropes: walled-in city, corrupt gov leader, abusive parent + dead parent combo, dead main character, resistance/revolution, non-human, dystopian setting, floriography (flower language/meaning), royal main character, royalty, coming of age, ascension after death, death of a friend, gods/deities (always a work in progress)

TWs: [major+minor] death, main character death, temporary character deathS (canon. not mentioned in this lore timeline though), revolution/war setting, blood & injury, dystopian setting, abusive parent, child abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, suicidal thought/behaviors, gunshot wounds, implied character death(s), off-screen deaths (NPCs) (always a work in progress)

birth —> realization: royalty arc (aka people-pleaser arc)

dallas lived in a city ruled by evil king who kept them stuck in the city w large, heavily guarded walls. HAHAH evil ruler is HIS FATHER. abusive. think c!schlatt (was inspired by c!schlatt. literally not even a developed character. no name, no appearance—nothin’)

basically, dallas is the prince of the kingdom. hes not seen very well, often befriended/used for power by nobles, manipulated, gaslit, belittled, etc— doormat, people-pleaser, yes-man. yadda yadda.

when turns 13, he starts to realize that the way others are treating him is kinda… weird. begins to research about stuff and learns more. also develops sass + snark (however anxiety is still at peak bc puberty and stuff) and finds inner anger issues. doesnt show true self until he joins the resistance and starts trusting them. (also realized he was trans as used the name Krow as a placeholder bc he couldn’t decide on a name) (to clarify, he uses masculine terms and is transmasc)

age 15: walls arc

the age dallas officially joined resistance. did hang out with kids from resistance (alibi, juno, asmo) when age 13-14, but theres a policy of not joining resistance until 15– even if you werent going into a combative job.

soon seen as a high authority figure after he got peoples trust. how he got their trust? shot a royal officer at a riot. in the timeline, this was months after he joined. (king and army doesnt know bc resistance is undercover using fake names— if wanted, more detail can be provided about the fake names.) this was also when he earned his name Striker, which he then used as his name instead Krow. it was more of a title and not a true name, but there was more pressing things to worry about. (he grew attached.)

resistance communicates via floriography hung up outside the flower shop they turned into a meeting house— dont worry, its not too small because theres a secret base under it.

many members of the resistance also follow The Eyes, a different religion/spirituality from the royalites. it’s not like a godly religion ig,, idk how to explain. its more about acknowledging The Eyes and also appreciating nature. will be explained more in the worldbuilding section.

age 16: wilds arc

government started doing some Fucked Up Shit (tm) and riots n protests n revolts started popping up more n more often. however bc of the guards, they turned violent more often than not! (WHY? WHAT PUSHED THEM TO FINALKY PUSH BACK??) <- haha look plotholes point n laugh

ALIBI dies during a revolt— bleeds out in dallas’ arms.

citizens and resistance group started evacuating the city through underground tunnels— which leads to a few years in the wilderness and the apocalypse setting (WHY? WHAT PUSHED THEM TO FINALLY START EVACUATING? WHAT DID THE KING DO? fix.) <- haha look plotholes point n laugh

while escaping, theyre found out by guards. SKIP gives himself up as bait to lead the guards away from the group.

outside the walls, it’s basically like the mob or gangs. but less dying/fights and more survival— like those packs of humans in an apocalypse sticking together to survive. and the environment isn’t very good either- weather can differ easily. not many forests and its VERY hot bc global warming. however it gets freezing at night. but this doesn’t mean there aren’t forests, you will find some if you go far enough from the Walls.

the main group is the one that dallas leads— called the Copperheads. each member wears a compass as a necklace (like the tommy tubbo necklace compass headcanons- and like the one i have)

they traveled until they found an abandoned city. lived there and eventually rebuilt it. later named kismadoré.

-> more on this (ON TOPIC OF CULTURE): a good amount of people just escaped a walled-in city and are in the wilderness so theyre all homeless and considered nomads now. years later, they make a city and the cultural dances they did while on the run stuck w them. many seperate cultures irl have inspired it like the 1920s flappers, flamenco, street dancing, country swing, line-dancing, and soemthing like the tangled kingdom dance scene. its a lot of cultures bc of the different people mixing while on the run. but especially the 'embrace nature' thing they took on with some form of animism similar to indigenous cultures. (which the nature thing was integrated into the worship of The Eyes. feels weird to call it worship. they really do jist be like “okay cool you guys watch us and guide us thanks!” its connected but not?? it makes sense in my head)

age 18: rebellion arc

came back to the kingdom and the walls later to overthrow gov. yeahhh dallas was getting paranoid at kismadoré and waiting for the other shoe to drop. finally said “ykw? imma drop the other shoe myself” … also to free the citizens and tear down the walls

stayed underground and out if sight. many, many riots and revolts. tensions high in the kingdom, along with casualties.

dallas died when leading a coup d’état against evil dictator (from multiple gunshot wounds to fhe torso by a childhood friend indoctrinated into an enemy)

the only survivors of the cast (aka not NPCs) are asmodae and juno. they hold each other very closely.

after-death & godhood or whatever-the-fuck: death and onwards

bc he died a meaningful death, was taken by a god-species and now protects others like them

(and travels the multiverse but thats not important :3) <- MORE ON THIS LATER. IT IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT.

and just because he’s dead, doesnt mean his story is over ehe *taps where i had written his age previously*

xi i hope u know that i am utterly obsessed with this story and would consume a 10 book long series about it. by the way

[non-prophetic]

[saltedcaramelreblogs]

@thelingering I know you don’t go to hermitcraft but LOOKKKK……..

pearlll you are sooo special 2 mee, full of starss

[rowanisawriter]

does any body want to ttalk about the character

[saprosappho]

do you think people in the hannibal universe were intimidated out of serial killing by how much thought and care was put into all of the big serial killer's serial killing. like yeah man i'd loveee to get into serial killing but i don't have access to the facilities where i can flay someone alive and make roses with their skin unfortunately :/ also i have a day job :/ if i was a serial killer in the hannibal universe i'd get imposter syndrome while reading articles about other killers like fuckkkkkkk man he sewed them together in a grain silo to look like a giant fucking gradient when viewed from above. why do i even try this shit. and i'd cry myself to sleep every night

[limewashedup]

happy year of the snake! 🐍❤

[idk-i-just-really-like-tsc]

this odd episodes focused on only one character to end the show is really a choice private practice

[kensuio]

no i don wanna drive, wanna b a passenger princess 4 da rest of my entire life!!

[thatrandomblogsays]

Low key want Aegon and larys and Helaena and Alicent to all run away to Essos purely so this can happen

[alfheimr]

i am like so obsessed with this little ratchet figure (iron factory ratchet) lookin like a little white mage/priest type situation. he is so cute. now live in this world with me... ok? you are living here now. atheist cleric ratchet and religious swordsman drift wandering the world together. isnt it wonderful? they could hunt foul beasts together. or something. like this one.

[teagballs]

licks screen

just a lil bit of dennis being crazy and obsessive and predatory :)

For Dennis, sex was always the means to an end. Something that he would have whenever he felt that need had to be met. He would take what he wanted and it would be done. Uncomplicated. A simple solution to a problem. But with you, it's different. For him, you are not only a conquest, but something to be mastered, and he takes his studies very seriously. From the day Dee brought you into the bar, he was obsessed. He would imagine devouring you, slowly, savoring the taste of your lips, your skin, the heat between your legs. How he would drink in the look in your eyes as your body trembled around him, how the feeling of your nails raking down his back would satisfy his hunger. These thoughts would keep him up for nights on end, drive him insane, make his skin itch, until no amount of scratching gave him his fix. So he planned it all out- every last detail down to the second. You would come over for a dinner he would cook- something impressive, but not pretentious. Throughout dinner he would touch on topics he knew you would find charming. He would know enough about you to seem like the perfect match, but not enough to arouse suspicion. Then, after dinner, he would set the mood with your favorite slow songs. If that didn't do it, he had a few of your favorite movies queued up on his TV. Thank God for the internet and his oblivious, idiot sister. But when the night actually came- after the stage was set, after he'd spent hours rehearsing the night in his head- it was you who had him.

The night did go according to his plan. You laughed over dinner, which was delicious. He took you into his arms to dance to a few of your favorite tunes after, savoring the warmth of your body against his and the smell of your perfume that enveloped him. You even got to one of the movies he'd prearranged, shocked that he'd ever even heard of it. It wasn't until around midnight that you finally made your way into his bedroom. By then, the two of you had finished a bottle of wine. Standing in the middle of his room, lit only by the street light filtering in through half-closed blinds, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, trailing his fingers along your jaw until your chin came between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your face up to meet his, he pressed his lips to yours. The rush was immediate, and suddenly everything became so intense. He kissed you harder, tugging you closer, causing you to gasp. Shoving his tongue into your open mouth, he took a fistful of your hair into his hand to hold your head in place as he devoured you. When he was done tasting your mouth, he moved to your neck. He could feel your pulse tickle his lips, and he swore he could almost hear the blood rushing through the delicate arteries and veins that lay just under the surface of your soft skin. He bit down hard, eliciting a loud moan from you and leaving behind two dark red crescents.

"Fuck, Dennis," your voice, so full of pleasure, made him lightheaded. His hands roamed your body, groped at your thighs, your ass, your waist- anything he could get them on was his. You gripped his biceps, feeling his muscles ripple beneath the thin fabric of his henley. He hissed when you dragged your nails down his chest. Quickly, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. You gasped when he easily picked you up and carried you to his bed.

There he laid you down, and he had his way with you. Just as he had planned. But he wasn't expecting to feel the way he did after, lying next to you, panting as he came down from his climax.

Normally after sex he would feel empty- satisfied, but, after the euphoria subsided, empty. He'd never felt like this before. It was like it never happened. The itch was still there. He needed more. More of you, more of your body, more of your attention, your time, your presence. Everything. So, instead of getting up to shower, or asking you when you needed to be home, or offering to call you a cab, he rolled over and pulled you into his chest. You relaxed into him immediately, but he remained tense, unsure of himself for the first time that night. Maybe, even, in his life.

[tsumnoda]

[heilos]

I don't want you to feel like you're nothing

[the-puffinry]

hey don't be sad. deeply silly 18th century Iranian bird scissors.

(source: benaki museum, auction)

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x09 - “The Dirt Under Your Nails.”