#a titan's demise

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

slowly slides in

drops fic

slinks out

Enjoy 😈

#a titan's demise #my fics #the trials of apollo #apollo #helios #demeter #persephone #boreas #apollo x boreas #artemis #diana #zeus #jupiter #trials of apollo

[silverfox66]

Interview with the CEO of OceanGate, Rush. This guy had to learn the hard way that safety is important, and going to see the Titanic with an experimental sub, without proper certification/classification, is not safe at all.

#meeting your potential demise because of your own arrogance #good fucking job #A real case of Don't want to listen? Then you are going to feel it #OceanGate #Titanic

[welcometoqueer]

I think it’d be really funny if they found the sub, rescued and took the teenager out, and then sent it back down with the billionaires still inside and no contact

#sink the rich #still think this is very Icarus coded #flew too close to the sun #hubris #brought their own demise upon themselves #haha #jokes on them #the kid doesn’t deserve that fate tho #submarine #oceangate #oceangategate #titanic #the titan #Titan

[shelbswastaken]

OK so obviously the whole sub fiasco was a massive fuck up and very much hubris but I still feel pretty bad for those guys who were inside it.

Like yeah they were billionaires and billionaires suck but that had to have been a terrifying way to die and the way people were doing stuff like counting down how much oxygen they had left and hoping they succumbed to cannibalism is kinda incredibly fucked up and sadistic.

#it all feels very White Bear to me #like 'oh these guys were dicks so that means we're allowed to laugh and mock their objectively horrible demise with a clear conscience' #and the slope from 'I want assholes to die horribly for what they've done' to 'I want ANYONE who I feel has wronged me to die horribly' #is a very slippery one to say the least #titanic submarine #titanic submersible #titanic sub #oceangate

[rainbowgod666]

I could have used a "hornyposting" tag or something adjacent but no i decided to just look dreamily at the attractive scantly clad women with assets that are 99% unrealistic. Yes you can use that tag to figure out what would my waifu look like, but dont get upset if its just her but in a one-piece swimsuit.

#welcome to the multiverse #WHEN I TALK ABOUT MY TASTES THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. #yes i know what ddlc is how it ends and what is it about #yes i know yuri is bigger. #also yes i know my tastes boil down to “thicc girl always DTF that loves me dearly and shes either always in a leotard or a swimsuit.” #also remember the #thick thighs save lives but thigh highs are my demise #thing #THE FUCKING LEG DAY TEEN TITANS GO EPISODE IS THE SOURCE

[lilcreaturethingfromthewoods]

on my aot rewatch and-

PETRAAAA!!!

#shes my fav character can you tell #cant wait to cry over her demise #aot #attack on titan #petra ral #petra for best girl

[korkiekenobiconfirmed]

titans made a bold (horrible) decision making the ultimate big bad of season 4 be An Insufferable White Man. they were dabbling in all crazy kinds of magic that season, they could've made the villain anyone or anything and they really just went with Insufferable White Man.

I'm not against human(ish) villains. Deathstroke was Just Some Human Guy but he was still an incredible antagonist who scared me in a way sebastian never did. slade had a truly menacing presence, but Mr. Apple IT Technician is just some whiny, easily-manipulated mama's boy who gets handed crazy powers like he's the main character of a ya fantasy novel

#i don't know how to explain it but sebastian's a villain whose demise felt inevitable #with deathstroke? there were moments where I almost felt like he would win #even knowing I was watching the kind of show where the bad guys lose #titans #titans hbo

[transwolvie]

every day in our world poor innocent people die in horrible ways. people drown in pig shit when they fall into the literal rivers of it on pork farms. people are crushed to death and suffocate in grain and rice and quinoa. people drown in literal human feces trying to retrieve something they dropped down a toilet, and spend the rest of their after-life mocked for it. right now, within the time that you are taking to read this post, someone will be crushed to death within a steel death-trap, the same ones you and I drive along the road and ignore the highly likely death rate of because we need to get place to place. people die every day, every few seconds. many of those deaths are unpleasant. a man trapped in a sewage pipe, boiled alive by gases and screaming as the rescuers can do nothing. a man tangled and held down in freezing, dark water by the corpse of his friend he went to retrieve to finally bring back to his family, decades after he met his own demise in the lightless depths of an underwater cave. desperate migrants forced onto a boat by gunpoint going under a third time and succumbing to the water in their lungs. babies born blue who will not have the holes in their hearts repaired. the person who you see on the street in the cold rain every morning on your commute home finally curling up, passing out, and succumbing to the fact that they haven't eaten in weeks. every single day. every single minute.

I think about them all the time. right now there are men who will not come out of the mine they are in. right now there are prisoners breathing their last breath on death row who never even committed a crime, prisoners who were taken in on a drug charge who will shudder their way to sleep and pass in the night because their cell is freezing. the mourning never, ever, ever stops.

the sheer ridiculous gall that I should take a break from every instance of human suffering that happens every day on this planet because the ones who deserve some extra time, some extra thought, some extra air time, the biggest news stories, are people who can spend more money than what my house cost to face literal crushing depths in a jury-rigged can is almost laughable. we're free to laugh at other unfortunate deaths, even of the desperate and desolate--the man who drown in human shit? that's real. three people, actually, died. one man trying to retrieve his cell phone, and two desperate family members trying to save their drowning son or at least retrieve his body. it became a headline. a joke. they drowned in a toilet. how funny. three lives lost to become a headline. but feel pity for the rich. feel pity for the rich. it's not funny when they die. how horrible of a death, when it's those that can pay $250,000 for it.

#tomi talks #tw gore mention #tw death #fucking telling me I can't laugh at billionaires setting up for their own demise #as if people aren't out there joking about the Titanic itself #about the people who died in a flood of molasses #etc. like of course we joke about it. #do you want everyone to simply be eaten alive by the concept of mortality? #anyway sorry for the very Man In Black rant #but also it's who I am #how frivolous to fight for the right of the rich to die unmocked #when every ticking second we spend typing heralds the death of another normal person

[ryder616]

Ok, when is this Captain Shaw (of all the possible names...😂) going to meet the business end of a disruptor - a Starfleet phaser is too nice for him - so Seven can be captain?

"You're going to be a captain before you know it". This better be foreshadowing, because I will hold you to it, JL 😁

#the uss titan deserves better #star trek picard #picard spoilers #trek spoilers #i will toast his demise with a sip of limoncello 😁 #st: pic s3 #picard 3x01 #picard season 3 #random trek

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

2 million Ford electric car production run rate CANCELLED

2 million Ford electric car production run rate CANCELLED

P.S. For those who follow the global electric car market since 2016, when the first mass-produced 300+ mile electric car appeared, and know the history of the introduction of new technologies, it is quite clear that the business of Ford and the other two American legacy automakers will float away belly up...

You can safely ignore the judgments of most Wall Street corporate "analysts" (They don't see anything, and if they do, they won't say anything in public! Otherwise, it would cause mass panic and everyone would rush to sell legacy OEMs stocks!). They serve the big investment funds, the big oil companies and their rich shareholders who will never publicly admit that there is already a huge hole in the side of their RMS Titanic of business and political might. They will sink with the orchestra playing loudly on deck....

#USA #Ford #demise of legacy automakers #demise of big oil #ev adoption #competition #RMS Titanic #Youtube

[friedkingtale]

#david warner #david warner death #david warner demise #david warner actor #david warner british actor #david warner illness #holocaust #the omen #titanic #news #us news #the biography pen

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Pain Part 2

Enjoy >:')

#a titan's demise #my fics #apollo #helios #the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #zeus #jupiter #demeter #persephone #boreas #apollo x boreas #diana #artemis

[callsign-relic]

Hello! Can I get a romantic scenario of First Contact AU with Yandere TFP Optimus and female human? Maybe she's a bystander who caught his optics, and he decided she'd have a better life with him.

Like, look at this human nest he set up for you, right beside his own berth. There's even functioning water system, electricity, and all. Much better than your apartment, right?

Thank you!

Hi!! Thank you for being my first TFP Optimus request! And yandere on top of that?? AND FIRST CONTACT??? You have excellent taste >:)

It was fun exploring this kind of character for Optimus, I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader, Yandere, First Contact AU, kidnapping

The moment Optimus laid his optics on you, he knew a helpless little creature such as yourself needed to be kept safe.

By sheer coincidence, you were caught in the crossfire of a battle between Optimus and a handful of Decepticons. You dodged and weaved between the heavy footfalls of the gigantic metal titans above you, trying to at least find a decent place to hide. Pieces of metallic armor clashed to the floor beside you as Vehicons fell left and right— the booming sound of the Prime’s blaster fire nearly rupturing your ears.

Black and purple obscures your vision as another ‘Con grunt crumbles to the floor in front of you, and you just barely manage to dodge out of the way. The moment you think you’re home free, however, a shadow casts itself over you, and you swallow as you dare to look up.

A grey pede, readying itself to land upon you.

The towering blue and red mech had cleared the area and was merely shifting his stance. He hadn’t the slightest awareness that you were there.

By reflex, you let out a shrill scream, cowering into yourself on the ground and hoping your demise is quick and painless—

But a deep tremor within the earth and the sound of clanging metal mere inches away from you allows you to let go of the breath you were holding.

Apprehensively, you lower your arms from your face and pry your eyes open, and you lock eyes with a steely blue stare. You’re practically directly under the metal titan, as he takes a step or so backwards to properly examine you.

Optimus was not aware that earth was populated with these… tiny, Cybertronian-like beings.

He suddenly drops to a crouch before you, and the breeze from his movement rushes past you, leaving you flinching and raising your arms to protect yourself once more. He removes his faceplate with a tinny click, and you can see his lips purse in curiosity as he tilts his helm. A massive black servo reaches down to your curled up body, and a finger longer than your entire form pushes its way up against you.

Slowly, your arms are forced away from your face, and you have no choice but to stare up at the alien mech with your stinging red eyes. Your chest trembles with your sobbing breaths as the giant above you studies you like you were a bug struggling to free itself from a web.

That massive digit pulls away from you with ease, but no relief comes to you as you watch it instead wrap around behind you. More of his fingers follow suit, and slowly, you’re lifted up higher and higher into the air until you can’t deal with it anymore and shut your eyes, hoping this was all some terrible nightmare that you needed to wake up from already.

Raising himself to his full height, with his free hand, Optimus presses his index finger into your stomach— prompting a little squeak to come from, what he assumed to be, your intake. You were so small in his hold. You rested nearly flat against his palm, yet that was still not enough to cover the expanse of it. And the way his finger only pushed further and further into you the longer he held it there, you were so… soft. Fleshy. Squishy. A texture unlike anything he had seen upon Cybertron.

A new sensation just barely registers itself into the nervecircuits on his finger, and he shifts his attention just a little to see your face. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were stained with an odd liquid trailing down them— that being the thing Optimus must have felt land on him just moments before. You open your mouth and out emerges a series of noises the Prime couldn’t understand. He wasn’t sure how to describe it— squeaks? Chirps? Trills, maybe? Whatever they were, they enraptured him, and the mech paid the utmost attention to how your mouth so perfectly formed around your noises.

You appeared to be so distraught, poor little thing. It made sense, you had nearly been crushed underpede, after all. The terrified look on your face tugged at Optimus spark in the worst way. “I am sorry, little one,” the Prime offers gently, dragging his finger up from your stomach onto your chest. Then, the mech’s optics widen as he sees your tiny hands reach up to grab the tip of his digit.

You struggle with all of your might to push his massive weight off from on top of you. You could barely breathe with such a pressure atop your lungs, and you shouted up at him to let go, or loosen up, anything.

Meanwhile, Optimus only finds himself further enamored.

Poor creature in his palm, finding no other comfort but in the unconventional hold you kept on his finger. He was right, you must have been utterly terrified at this moment. Optimus couldn’t live with himself if he just left you there.

A little organic, scared and alone, suddenly thrusted into a new world and surrounded by things you couldn’t begin to understand…

You would be much better off if you stayed with him. You would be kept perfectly safe under Optimus’ constant watch, never having to fear finding yourself caught between fights you had no place in. He didn’t know much about organics just yet, especially not of earth’s, but he would do the utmost to assure your comfort. You would never have to feel scared again.

And so, Optimus came to his decision.

He pulls his digit away from you once more, and for a moment, you think your pleads have come through to him. Though, you don’t even have a moment to attempt to communicate once more as you can hear the hydraulics of the mech’s fingers behind you suddenly start to shift. Slowly, you’re tilted within his hold as the digits wrap themselves around your body into a fist. Then, before you can even attempt to struggle against it, you’re brought down from his face and near his chassis. The only sight you’re met with is Optimus’ scratched windshield, and past that, the reflection of your own disheveled appearance. A surge of adrenaline rushes through you as you shout in his grip, doing anything you can to pull yourself free.

But as Optimus hears this, his spark only stings more. You were scared to death, and he knew that, the mech only wished he knew how to assure you that you were safe. He was taking you back to the base, the place where you would be safest of all. Actions spoke louder than words, he supposed— once he saw how well he would treat you, he knew you would eventually see a smile on your face.

With his free servo, Optimus raises it to his audial. “Ratchet, I am requesting a groundbridge at my coordinates. Additionally, I ask that you pull up any information we may have regarding organics and their natural habitats. I have one with me that you may wish to see.”

#relic writes #Transformers #Transformers x reader #reader insert #Transformers prime #Transformers Prime x reader #TFP #TFP x reader #Optimus prime #Optimus prime x reader #TFP Optimus #TFP Optimus x reader #TFP Optimus prime #TFP Optimus Prime x reader #Yandere Optimus prime

[welcometoqueer]

a scrappy, metal tic-tac excuse for a submarine with billionaires inside wanting to see the Titanic wreckage went missing and I’m laughing

its just that the whole submarine thing is SO reminiscent of Iron Lung

anyway, ik it’s mostly filmed already but I hope there’s a reference to this event in Markiplier’s movie lol

#i’m cackling #literally what did they expect to happen #they dead bolted the thing 17 times so they COULDN’T escape even if they resurfaced #they LITERALLY dropped the equivalent of a metal safe with billions inside into the ocean #meeting your potential demise because of your own arrogance #Icarus coded #flight of icarus #job well done #iron lung #iron lung game #iron lung movie #submarine #Titan #the titan

[the-last-thread-of-my-sanity]

I’ve been thinking lately about how much the ‘curse of Ymir’ really does affect the psyche of each of the nine shifters and how it impacts the ending of the story.

Up until the end of Season 3/Chapter 87-88, the reader and the viewer have no idea that the shifters have a limited amount of time to live. They seem to possess this god-like power and they can rejuvenate and survive almost any injury. They seem unstoppable.

This is what motivates Erwin to create a plan to take one of the nine shifter powers with the serum- having another Titan in your arsenal would make a difference in winning the war.

But what the Paradisians don’t know is how holding the power of the Nine just perpetuates a cycle of violence and cruelty. It’s a curse as much as it is a power. No matter how brilliant or grand your scope is for what you can do with this near limitless power, you have to contend with the fact that you will only have thirteen years to do it.

This revelation to me is the what colors the entire last arc of the story leading into and after the time skip.

For Zeke, it amps up the level of desperation he has for accomplishing the euthanization plan- relying on Eren was still a variable that was largely unpredictable, and he trusted him more than he probably would have if he weren’t running out of time.

Going back further in the story, it retroactively explains why Ymir (of the cadet corps) would go back with Reiner and Bertholdt at all- a seemingly nonsensical choice when it seems she has something to live for in her relationship with Krista/Historia. But Ymir knows she has little time left. She has no future. So she chooses to surrender.

For Annie, it shows her desperation to get back to her father, a man who showed her very little affection, and yet if she could just make it back maybe she could live at least a year or two with him and make at least one happy memory with the man who raised her to kill.

Armin, I honestly feel the most for, because what he and everyone else thought of as his salvation, was actually just saddling him with a curse. And heaps of responsibility to try and be grateful for it. He went from a character with a singular and wholesome conviction, to someone wracked with guilt and forced to solve the world’s problems with limited time and resources.

In Reiner’s case, I actually think the fact that he knows he is going to die is the only thing actually keeping him alive in the tail end of the story. He wants so badly to face retribution for his deeds, and he can only find the strength to keep towing the line because he knows his violent demise is guaranteed.

Characters like Pieck and Bertholdt seem to accept their lot in life- but deal with this internally and develop their own sense of morals despite it- albeit in different ways and in Pieck’s case with a shade of pessimism. Falco and Marcel stand out as a characters who see the farce for what it is- but still want to subject themselves to it in order to prevent someone they love from suffering through it in their place.

Eren, though, it’s easy to see how discovering he has already lived more of his life in powerless ignorance than what he has left is what ultimately causes the collapse in his character. Combine that with the way that he sees ‘future memories’ and doesn’t see any future beyond his own, and suddenly you have a naturally impulsive and violent person living in the most fatalistic reality ever. It makes perfect sense that his fall from grace is near immediate and precipitous.

What difference does all that power make if all it means is that you become a tool for destruction with no future? That you will be forced to curse someone else so that this cruel power will continue to exist? That is the true legacy of Ymir and the Eldian Empire- you can have near limitless power, but you will never have true control over your own life.

And it makes for such interesting discussions and questions about power and mortality and agency- and all the seemingly ‘correct’ and ‘incorrect’ ways to respond to their dilemma.

Anyway, it is always ‘thinking about the moral quandary of the titan shifters’ hours around here…

#aot meta #character analysis #titan shifter #attack on titan #zeke yeager #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhart #armin arlert #ymir #pieck finger #falco grice #marcel galliard #eren yeager #reiner braun

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

Pairing: Dire Crowley and GN!Prefect/ Yuu/ MC

Genre: Yandere (platonic)

TW: Yandere Dire Crowley, crow man's delusional and literally does not give two fucks, just generally creepy vibes all around.

AN: I am so, so, so sorry for what you are about to read now lol. If you get too confused in the middle, don't worry, I was just as confused writing this but my brain just wouldn't rest until I finished and posted this so here we are. The basic summary of this is that Yuu or the Prefect is trapped in an endless cycle because Crowley overblotted. You might have to read this twice or thrice to understand the how and why <3

He knows.

From the moment he sees them, he remembers.

He remembers and he watches as they do it again.

And again.

And again.

A puppet, unaware of their being handled by someone else, someone kinder and gentler who just wants to keep them safe and sound.

Even if it means trapping them in an endless cycle.

Even if he is the only one who sees and notices and remembers.

Dire Crowley cuts an imposing figure as he stands in his office, facing an ornate mirror. Not the Dark Mirror, no. This particular mirror has its roots in mystical arcane magic, from the times of Jupiter and when the Titans roamed free. Dire has a faint memory of his mother, the Crowley Matriarch, telling him to be careful with it, to pass it down to his heir as she had, to him.

Crystal clear, it beckons to him to reveal himself. To bare himself, imperfections and flaws laid out in the privacy of his office for it to see.

A selfish, sadistic desire to pick apart every carefully constructed lie, each bejeweled facade to show the utter mess of a man that lies beneath it all arises in him; he finds himself indulging in it more often than he likes to admit.

The masked man removes his mask for what is not the first time, and most certainly would not be the last. Sharp golden eyes look on as black ink, once held within the confines of his mask, drips down his face. Times like these make him wonder and marvel at how he has not met his demise yet.

Fingers adorned with golden claws rise and touch the blot, marveling at how cold it feels as it stains his skin. Lesser mages would have been dead long ago, Crowley knows this. Slight dread rises in him at the thought, knowing that his magic reserves are long finished; he lives on borrowed time and magic.

But then again, who cares? As long as he can have them here, where they belong, safe and sound-

A knock resonates through the room, startling the headmage. He quickly puts the mask on his face again and clears his throat, saying, "Come in."

He watches as they walk in, no doubt to complain about something, or to talk about their financial situation. Perhaps he should increase their allowance? After all, it is their being, their magic that sustains him, and allows him to live through these lifetimes watching over the unassuming, now magicless human he had imprinted on and the students they had endeared themself to.

Crowley watches as they speak, unable to stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He hems and haws and lies through his teeth about not being able to find them a way back.

He sees the light in their eyes dim; it is a small change, one that doesn't stay for long. But the magicless human is precious to him, and so he observes them. He watches them leave his office silently, a stark contrast to when their impatience and indignance have them cursing his name to the skies. No outcome, no outburst of their emotions will be able to move his cold, frozen heart to thaw, however; they belong to Twisted Wonderland, as Twisted Wonderland belongs to them.

In their first lifetime, Crowley recalls with the fondness of a father thinking of his grown-up child, they did possess magic; far different in nature, but magic nonetheless. And powerful too, considering the aura of it radiated from their being even as something stopped them from being able to use it.

Crowley wonders if it was so that he could see how invaluable, how indispensable they were.

How the entirety of Twisted Wonderland was made for them.

He did try, the first time, to find them a way back home. Endless efforts were dedicated to researching the existence of universes and multiverses. Of course, such exhaustive research would take time, time which he saw them spend getting close to the students of Night Raven College and fighting overblots.

Seven overblots, in the span of one year.

A record untouched by any other being, mage or otherwise. A record they kept making each and every lifetime they spent in the loop. A record that became his new normal, so much so that he no longer gives more than a cursory glance to the overblots and their aftermath.

He knows how it all ends, after all.

In their first lifetime, his efforts had bore fruit. His studies revealed a way to connect the Dark Mirror to their plane of existence, through the use of the very mirror that was hidden behind his back. His blood had run cold at the revelation, and he spent the next few weeks? months? looking for alternatives. For other ways to be able to send them back.

Until one day, the Prefect found out.

As they angrily interrogated him for the reasons behind his silence, asking him why he would not send them back even though there was a way, he realized exactly why he was hesitant about sending them back.

Crowley had no spouse, no children. But the mirror, the mirror which had been in his family for generations, needed an heir. One who could gain control over it, rather than have it control them like it did with so many of his ancestors, including his mother.

Surely the one dubbed a beast-tamer could tame such a dangerously powerful magical artefact?

He desperately begged and bargained with them, trying to change their mind. Trying to entice them into staying forever in Twisted Wonderland, as his heir. He offered them gold and silver, riches beyond what one would expect a man like him to have. He offered them the immense honour and prestige that came with being a deity that the entirety of Twisted Wonderland bowed to.

But they... they refused to stay. The only thing that was in their mind was to go home. Why couldn't they get it through their head that Twisted Wonderland was meant to be their home?

The aftermath of that argument... Crowley's memories are hazy at best. He remembers waking up in a pool of blot, the sticky ink covering his hands and the top of his face, dripping constantly. He remembers the mirror glowing as he dragged himself to it like a mindless moth flies to the flame even with the risk of getting burned.

Words had slipped through his mouth like the prayers of the devout at the altar of their deity, the faint and familiar hum of magic accompanied by a slight crackle of dark miasma.

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor... My proud, beautiful flower of evil. You are truly the fairest one of all," he had spoken, not knowing exactly what spell he was casting. All he knew, was that he was succumbing to the mirror, the same way his mother had; the same way all of his ancestors had, giving into the madness that such unchecked power and magic could create.

"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek.." A vision of them, standing on the other side of the mirror, had Crowley try to reach out to them. His hand grazed the solid glass, before passing through it. He watched as their eyes widened and they took a step back.

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth... If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror." A shiver of thrill ran up his spine as they gingerly placed their hand in his after giving his words some thought, even with all the doubt in their eyes. He curled his fingers around their warm hand, and pulled.

He later found out that, during his overblot, he had managed to trap a significant portion of their soul in the mirror that was his family heirloom. The mirror rejected their magic, foreign as it was, and somehow those powers transferred themselves over to Crowley.

The words Crowley spoke, was the way to invoke their soul and bring them back each time they left Twisted Wonderland. A reset button, if you will.

Every time they show the slightest hint of wanting to leave, the slightest glimpse of understanding that he is the one they need to defeat in order to go home, he resets. Memories get wiped and Twisted Wonderland moulds beneath his gold-plated fingertips to what it was before. They say time waits for no man, but then again, Dire Crowley is more monster than human now. And so it bends to his will, but not without taking away his memories as well.

But then he sees them.

And he remembers.

#ice write #twst writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst crowley #dire crowley #gn!yuu #gn!prefect #twst yuu #yandere twst #yandere dire crowley #platonic yandere #gn!reader #gn!mc #dire crowley twst #yandere crowley and gn!prefect #i dunno what this is #but it is something