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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Prompt 101

The Fentons have created a machine! A wonderful machine that will reveal a ghost’s true form! So that everyone will see their trickery! They’ll see that the monsters they really are!

Now, to know what all went wrong, one would have to know some things about the ghost zone, and more specifically the area the Fentons had managed to punch through to.

For one, ghosts do not age like humans. Oh they might take a form similar to that of their death, which may appear as an adult or teen or something similar, but with how they can only die by the complete destruction of their core, theoretically a ghost could live forever once formed.

In fact, the equivalent of eighteen years for a ghost was one-hundred realms-years dead. And those years don’t always sync up with the years of the living world that one might open a door into. Thankfully, the Fenton’s world, being one of those synced closer to the Realms, only had a time dilation of a few seconds.

That being said, the area their portal had ripped into was incredibly rich in ectoplasm. And areas like that, were where newborn ghosts were formed and arrived. A ghost daycare of sorts, almost akin to a toddler area of the zone.

Which meant that when they shoot the Phantom-menace and other pesky ghosts to revert them into their true form, it isn’t exactly monsters that appear. Instead, there are now several ghost toddlers- or in the phantom-trio’s case literal babies- flying around. Very unhappy ghost toddlers.

What a horrible time for the Justice League to arrive. Though perhaps some would say it was actually perfect timing.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #all the rogues are bby #Danny is also bby #Justice League: Oh my god are these alien children why are there so many #Justice League: WHY ARE PEOPLE SHOOTING AT THE BABIES #Justice League dark is going to be freaking out #What do you Mean the government is hunting baby Realms beings?!#Do you *want* to piss off primordial beings holding worlds together because that'd do it!#Danny: *BitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYouBitesYou*#Toddler Box ghost & Lunch lady: W-what if we... held hands a-and shared a sandwich-#TT about Skulker: THE BABY HAS A GUN- OVER!#“What?!”#TT: I will give you this lolipop for that gun #TT as Skulker cocks the gun: Or not this is a robbery now #Technus: I AM DA MASTER OF TECH-MOLOGY!#JL who just hear toddler baby babble: Aw Cyborg he likes you

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vellichorom · 5 months

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actually, i'm gonna say it;

i'll never forgive the TSP fandom for taking the valid critique of " hey isn't it just a little weird that this character without a form is most often depicted as a conventionally attractive skinny guy "

& turned it into " guys let's not police anybody's designs here that's not cool, everyone's design is valid "

nobody ( competent ) said you HAD to change your designs or that they were bad, they just asked you to consider a very glaringly obvious trope IN the pool of designs, but you had almost everyone bastardizing that message as " policing "

guys, all that was being pointed out was that " conventional attractiveness " seemed / seems to be the norm for a character that doesn't even have a physical description, much less anything that alludes TO him being attractive beyond personal tastes.

we were just asking you to think about that.

#twinkie talks #The Stanley Parable #fuck it you guys are gonna ALL see it #WE DIDN'T ASK YOU TO DO ANYTHING BUT ACKNOWLEDGE IT & SOME PEOPLE WERE THROWING FITS HELP ME GOD #THIS GOES FOR LIKE ANY CHARACTER but this was like a THING early this year in the TSP fandom #I never said it but GOD it pissed me off so bad hahah #you had people at WAR over this too #LET'S do better in 2024 ok guys #also AGAIN - don't start harassment campaigns with this one I will literally eat your spleen

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columboscreens · 7 months

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#columbo #season 2 #a stitch in crime #god we love to see a pissed off columbo. mans got a white hot temper under that facade #it's delicious #this part is so perfect because not only does columbo get pissed because he has no evidence and knows there's another murder impending #but he's been goaded into this frustration. thusfar dr. mayfield smug and cool and collected has matched him step for step #it's the rare time columbo squares off against a worthy opponent and not only is he on the back foot he's getting laughed at.#some columbos are fun to watch because the murderer is incompetent #but even better are the episodes where he almost loses

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driftingballoons · 14 days

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Day 5: Nightmares

he had a bad dream :( now it’s everyone’s problem

@heropartnerweek

#Treecko #skitty #palkia #pokemon doodles #original art #heropartnerweek #heropartnerweek2024 #And what’s worse he heard they helped out that bastard dialga #So that’s two reasons why they deserve to die #I still can’t get over how he just materializes in your house #Middle of the night #screaming at you for destroying the fabric of the universe #Like bro do you have any idea who we ARE?#We have Arceus’ favor and blessing to be alive for fucks sake #You questioning god? Your own dad??#Piss off

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myrmica · 16 days

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its so funny that all minute—the guy who once upon a time hoped to redeem zam—'s team has accomplished is getting him to consider giving up his remaining honor in order to match the level they're playing on ?

#m #lifesteal #i can't stop thinking about minute&co dismissing the argument about how they've encouraged players #to ban themselves and thus contradicted their own stated goal #the way 'peaceful ending' warped into 'it doesn't matter what we do so long as we can flip a switch at the end' but what the fuck happens #in a scenario where you unban everyone who you've pissed off ? are they happy? is that peace? and you won't even defend the choice!#what the fuck is happening here!#you laugh at zam for saying he's won but you won't have the argument that you know you'd lose ^_^#none of this is angry in tone i'm having fun. thisis my bread and butter. i'm happy lifesteal is weird and tense again #enjoying that it's looped this far around into the ACTIVE dismissal of rp-logic where zam&co are having to say 'okay then #we'll win This game too!'#them acting dismayed that mapicc wouldn't walk into that obsidian box. like oh my god #and it's so different from the weird tenseness of s4 it's something different entirely. new meta conflicts just for me !????#we'll see how it all ends.... they might make me mad again but we'll cross that bridge #it's so different from the Vitalasy Incident even though both involve people functioning in opposition to lifesteal's 'storytelling rules'#for vi it was because of his emotional investment. it manifested in nothing but endless 'character-level' debate in the lead up and #plenty of emotional roleplay from vitalasy in the aftermath #vi's primary effect on season 4 through the wormhole was to render lifesteal's gameplay obsolete #pb&j's primary effect is instead to focus intently on Winning that game while everything else falls by the wayside

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luxaofhesperides · 7 months

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"I see you, and I love you" + hurt/comfort ; requested by @oops-i-dropped-the-galaxy!

Danny can handle being a halfa. He’s had years to get used to it, switching between dead and alive, living boy and ghost, always living in flux. He’s settled into his identity as one of the few halfas in existence, navigating the living world and the Infinite Realms with ease after years of practice.

What he can’t handle is becoming an Ancient.

Apparently, while most Ancients are born into the role, ruling over their domain, some can grow into it. It’s rare, practically unheard of, but not impossible.

Danny is growing into the Ancient of Stars, changed from the inside out by his love of space.

He would be happy if it didn’t hurt so much.

Danny can’t sleep at night anymore. When the stars are out, he can hear them singing, each windchime voice echoing through his ears. Though he can’t see them from beneath Gotham’s cloud cover, he can feel them shining brightly far above him.

He lays in bed with Duke, curled up in his side, trying to muffle his whimpers as his bones creak and hollow, his soul growing too large for his body to handle. He is space contained in a human body. It wants to be free, to stretch from its suffocating confines and fill every dark space with cold light. His skin feels too tight and his teeth ache.

All Danny can do is clench his jaw, wrap his arms around his stomach as tightly as he can, and try to weather through the pain of changing.

The agony of it comes in waves. He doesn’t know how long it takes until it recedes enough for him to feel like he can breathe again, trying to suck air in as his lungs are crushed by his ribcage. Slowly, Danny pushes himself up, taking care not to wake Duke, and stumbles out of bed. His throat is dry and feels as if its been scraped raw by sandpaper, and all he wants is water.

He gets halfway down the hall when the next wave hits.

Danny collapses, gasping for breath, and can only watch through tear-filled eyes as his fingers go dark, the same black as deep space. His body shifts, bones cracking and muscles stretching like taffy, and suddenly he’s big larger than life a galaxy a black hole there is darkness everywhere it is alive it is full of stars the stars are singing the stars are singing the stars are si

“Danny? Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

That’s Duke’s voice. He’d recognize it anywhere, even from miles away, even when he’s sure he doesn’t have ears anymore. It takes all his effort to pull himself back to Earth, back into their apartment, blinking up at Duke as the stars in his eyes fade away.

Duke kneels before him, concern clear on his face, gentle hands reaching out to hold Danny steady. The feel of his warmth grounds him, keeps him more securely in his body. The pull of space is still there, tugging at him, trying to pull him out of humanity and into the form of an Ancient, but Danny can resist it so long as Duke keeps him tethered to the ground.

“It hurts,” he croaks, shivering.

“Shh, I know, baby. How can I help? What do you need?”

Danny leans forward, burying his face in Duke’s chest as tears slip out of his eyes. “It hurts,” he says again, voice shaking. “I keep changing and growing and my entire body is being torn apart and—” he gasps, cutting himself off. “I keep disappearing. I don’t want to disappear. I want to stay here but it takes me away and then I’m too big and no one can see me and I’m alone—”

“You’re not alone, Danny,” Duke says, holding him tightly as if his arms will be enough to keep Danny from breaking out of his own body, ridding himself of a mortal vessel, his only remaining tie to this world. “I see you, and I love you. Even if you have to change and go far away to be happy, I’ll find a way to follow you there, okay? I’m with you for as long as you want me.”

“I don’t want to hurt so much,” Danny whimpers, black fingers speckled with stardust clawing at Duke’s arms.

“Just breathe through it, sweetheart, you can do it. Let it pass through you. I got you, okay? Just let the pain pass and you’ll be fine.”

He wants to snap at Duke that it’s not fine, that the pain will be forever, it’ll linger in every one of his joints, that he can’t just stop fighting it because it’ll hurt even worse then. But his jaws are aching, his teeth sharpening, and there’s a black hole in his throat that he refuses to let loose. He lets out another pained whine, shivering, and in his chest a star is formed, burning bright and angry.

“Breathe, Danny, breathe,” Duke soothes, rubbing a hand up and down Danny’s back.

It’s habit to relax into his touch. They’ve spent so many nights working through night terrors and injuries, comforting each other through gentle touches. The pain eases a bit, and Danny sighs, frost on his breath.

“There we go, sweetheart, that’s it. You’re doing just fine.”

Another tear slips down his face, but the ache in his entire body as his growing ghost form tries to escape begins to fade.

He’s spent so many nights in pain, waiting for the sun to rise to muffle the singing of the stars. If he can get any relief, he’ll take it, even if it means losing his human form.

Danny stops fighting. His resistance to this change falls away. There’s a moment where the pain disappears entirely, the world going still, but before he can let out a relieved sigh, the change hits him like an asteroid, sudden and instant and inevitable.

A cry is ripped from his throat, but it doesn’t sound like him. It echoes, deep and inhuman, and suddenly Danny is every dark space surrounding the stars, the arms of every galaxy, suns burning bright and dying, supernova, cold and ice and the slow drifting of planets in orbit. His body grows, expands, no longer a ghost but an Ancient, body curling into itself to stay within the walls of the too small apartment, large hands cupped around Duke to keep him safe.

He can feel the cold of space. Orbits dance in his mind. Meteorites and asteroids drift without pattern across his chest. Danny can see everything with too many eyes, and he can cup planets in his palms, so much larger than possibility. His chest opens and expands and his body can curl around Earth and keep it safe.

He feels settled in this new body, senses stretched in every direction and the universe is so much lovelier than he could have ever experienced it in a halfa’s body.

Danny, Ancient of the Stars, hums and the universe shivers, singing back to him.

The pain is gone completely. He wonders why he resisted so hard; this is what he’s meant to be. He’s never felt so right before.

“Danny?”

Duke’s voice is small, but only because he is small when compared to Danny in his Ancient form.

Duke, he tries to say but his vocal chords have changed. Instead of words, a deep hum erupts from his throat, similar to the purr of a particularly large cat.

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

Danny nods, pulling himself back together to feel his body more keenly, no longer stretched across the universe, cradling every star in his reach. Duke reaches a hand up and Danny reaches back, folding himself back into his body. His human eyes return and he realizes the apartment is completely covered in darkness with stars sparkling all around them. It recedes as he fits himself back into his body, the black on his fingers fading away until his hand is indistinguishable from a normal human’s.

He takes hold of Duke’s hand and tries to stand. His legs are weak and unsteady and he falls onto Duke, who catches him with ease and sweeps him up into a princess carry.

“There you are, honey,” Duke says, voice warm and relieved. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

“Good. Do you need anything? Hot chocolate, heating pad, sleep?”

Danny thinks for a moment, then says, “Hot chocolate.”

“You got it. Let me just set you on the couch and I’ll have it out in a minute.”

He carefully sets Danny onto the couch, then tucks the blanket they keep folded over the back around him. Once he’s satisfied Danny is comfortable, Duke heads to the kitchen, flicking on the light as he does.

Danny sinks into the couch cushions, carefully moving all his fingers and toes to make sure they’re fine. He’s a little sore, as if all his bones where put through the ringer, but it doesn’t feel any different from when he has a particularly rough training day.

What’s more important that his physical body is the fact that he can feel his core, settled deep in his chest. It’s no longer the cold of ice, but it burns coldness, a white star embodying his soul, a changed core to reflect his transformation into an Ancient.

A baby Ancient, technically. He still has some growing to do, but the rest should be easier and, hopefully, less painful.

He closes his eyes and begins to drift off when he hears Duke return. It takes some effort to open his eyes, and his smiles softly and sleepily when he sees Duke set down two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“Love you,” he mumbles, freeing a hand from the blanket to try to pull Duke down to join him.

Duke goes to him easily, sitting next to him and pulling Danny in to cuddle against him. It’s been so long since he last felt so comfortable at night, not writhing in pain and biting through his lip to keep quiet, that he can’t help but sink into it. A purr starts up in his chest, and Duke startles.

“Sweetheart, are you purring?”

Danny flushes and tries to hide his face. The purr doesn’t stop. He’s always been able to purr after becoming a halfa, though purr is just an easier way to describe it. It’s less of his vocal chords vibrating and more of his core rumbling in contentment. Usually, it’s unnoticeable, barely able to be felt let alone heard. Apparently, becoming an Ancient and therefore a much stronger ghost means his purrs are also stronger and louder.

“You’re so cute,” Duke says, pressing a kiss against Danny’s forehead. “Drink your hot chocolate, and then we can go back to sleep.”

He makes grabby hands at his mug, and Duke laughs and picks it up for him.

“Love you,” Danny repeats, voice less muffled.

“Love you, too,” Duke says. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“I’m glad you were there to help me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out. I’ve got you, sweetheart, always.”

Believing him is the easiest thing Danny has ever done. If Duke says he’ll be there for, then he will.

Always, always, always.

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[send me ghostlights prompts!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #you ever think about how painful transformation must be? especially for eldritch danny turning into something human into something not?#yeah :) hurt and comfort!!#duke best boyfriend of the year tbh we all need a man like him in our lives #imagine the next time duke is in danger and danny comes to help and this human guy suddenly GROWS and his body unfolds and a mass of stars #and space comes out demanding in a voice that makes ears bleed that they leave signal alone or face the consequences #anyways after that gotham knows that the signal is loved by some monster/god so they try not to piss him off too much #this is all good and fine until goons and criminals make danny shrines and leave gifts and snacks on it so he'll show them mercy #and duke has to scold danny about not eating suspicious shrine snacks #thanks for the prompt!!

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juricore · 6 months

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ok to be fair when i watched utena for the first time at 16 i definitely didn't fully Get It. like i still walked away like Woah that was life changing but i missed some very big themes/points and that's why i think rgu really really improves upon and deserves multiple rewatches. and i also think that watching the apocalypse arc for the first time becomes very personal, you take away what you need to take away from the show (or at least i did at 16). so i WANT to give grace to people who may have misinterpreted rgu because it's a complicated show but if people are writing blogs or videos or putting out long form media called stuff like UTENA EXPLAINED 😱 and still fucking miss the point um lol actually

#utena #this is not about somerton specifically but i remember being on the Road Trip From Hell #my first ever 9 hour drive in the middle of a blizzard. and jules was there trying to keep me not insane so we listened to a podcast ep #rgu #like an utena explained one and it pissed us off so much that it did actually distract me from the zero visibility fuck god why are #snow chains illegal in my state when we NEED THEM.......#ANYWAY whatever

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krysmcscience · 16 days

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Oh, hey, remember these cute lil kiddos who totally aren't evil or anything?

Yeah, they're in color now. And still very much actually evil.

pay no mind to the lazy background behind the orphans

Some more headcanon rambles under the cut:

Prior deets are here.

I've thought a little bit more about each Bishop's backstory kinda? But not too much - mostly just deciding how they met, and having fun assigning deaths to their families to allow for a continued cycle of abuse (in a sense). Each of the Bishops' families died in a way that relates to their eventual domains as gods, enabling them to lash out at others with the very things that left them as orphans. Because I'm nice to characters like that. And by nice I mean horrible. :D

Shamura:

Shamura's parents were already part of a cult, and had learned too much about a group of enemy heretics they'd been spying on, and thus their rather large family was slaughtered alongside the rest of the family's cult in the midst of the ongoing war. Shamura had been away to run an errand before the attack, and thus was unable to do anything about it (in parallel to how they did very little to protect their siblings from both Narinder and the Lamb). They were very close to their family, and the loss drove them to start finding new family in the form of other orphans they came across. It wasn't just the four who became their adopted siblings, but the others either did not survive, or simply couldn't keep up with Shamura's ambitions - to end the gods whose followers took up arms and cut down everyone Shamura knew.

Throughout their journeys, they intensely studied the ways of war, weaponry, and spellcasting, particularly curses; because, after all, gods could hardly be killed with mere mortal weapons. They also researched a great deal into the gods' crowns, as well as certain immortal entities who weren't quite gods, as the three birds seemed strangely neutral, and amenable to helping anyone who crossed their paths, all without asking for anything in return. Shamura's studies and research grew much easier once they met Kallamar, due to the circumstances of his upbringing.

Kallamar:

Kallamar's well-off but isolated family was wiped out by disease, spread intentionally by those who wanted to quickly wipe out proclaimed heretics, and Kallamar himself nearly died from the sickness, as well. He was found by Shamura, who had only been intending to rob the manor he lived in, but offered to nurse him back to health if he would grant them use of the place as a base of operations. He agreed, so Shamura did as they offered, with some assistance from their entourage, which by that time already included Heket.

Once Kallamar was on the mend, he was informed of precisely who was responsible for the obliteration of his family. He chose to join Shamura's group in seeking vengeance, and began to learn how to utilize various weapons from them. Due to his cowardly tendencies, though, on his own time, he focused more on subtler methods that he could use up until being backed into a corner - poisons, mainly, before expanding to contagions created from a mix of curses and natural elements. Kallamar's manor remained a base of operations for the siblings up until the beginnings of the Old Faith were established, and their respective temples constructed.

Heket:

Heket was an only child, and her parents both starved to death; they were farmers whose livestock died out across several consecutive crop failures. Those failures were made worse by intentional sabotage from several feuding cults situated nearby, as none of them wanted to risk letting their enemies barter for critical food supplies. Heket managed to survive by consuming her own parents' bodies, as well as those of dead cultists she came across while trying to go on living as close to normally as she could, though when it was realized that she was alone, her home was invaded while she was out looking for more food. Furious at the audacity, she torched the place with the interlopers still inside, and set out in search of a new home - and more food, which she was not picky about.

She would steal anything she could to eat from campsites and cult grounds, and for good measure, she would set anything she couldn't carry with her ablaze before moving on - equal parts distraction and a means to starve out potential enemies. She crossed paths with Shamura by chance - alone - and attempted to rob them of their food. They were more clever than she expected, though, and by now already used to desperately hungry orphans trying to nick a meal. To her surprise, Shamura invited her to eat with their small group, and between the food and the talk of bringing down the many warring cults one by own, Heket decided to continue traveling with Shamura - whether they wanted her to or not. Fortunately, they did, as she was already quickly learning the tricks to thievery, and had a knack for utilizing explosives. (I will die on this hill. She blew me up so many times, Kallamar had nothing on her.)

Leshy:

Leshy's nomadic family was killed in a freak accident - a lightning strike right in the middle of a random ambush by traveling cultists. Being little more than a toddler, Leshy initially survived by burrowing out of sight, and then by disarming the attackers with how deceptively cute he looked. On a whim, one of the cultists decided to try to indoctrinate him, and he was carried along with the group until nightfall - after which, in a fit of pure unhinged toddler fury, he wrecked their campsite AND their faces before fleeing underground. He survived just short of feral for a while, catching his food (animals and people) in the pit traps he'd learned to make from his family. After that, he wound up wandering close enough to Kallamar's manor to spot a group of kids heading inside, and decided to be the little menace he is.

He started off digging traps around the manor - and definitely ate at least one of the orphan kids - before graduating to breaking and entering. He nicked food, toys, and/or weapons each time, mostly just for the fun of it, before Shamura eventually managed to catch Leshy in a trap he couldn't burrow or bite his way out of (and his cute puppy eyes were not going to work on them anymore - not after the first two dozen times). Kallamar attempted to make Leshy fix all that he'd broken in the manor, as well as return everything he'd stolen, with very minimal success. Heket wound up being the one to bring Leshy more or less to heel, mostly by feeding him and showing off all the cool ways she could blow things up, which he found entertaining enough to become slightly more bearable around other people. For a long time, however, having him around was more or less like living with a half-feral and all-manic hyperactive animal without any concept of or care for social niceties. Kallamar did not appreciate all the property damage, but conceded to Shamura's certainty that Leshy's...unique skillset would be useful going forward. (Naturally, they were not wrong.)

Narinder:

In keeping with parallels - more than one this time, even - Narinder attacked and killed his own family. Eventually, at least, and as retribution, because his parents saw him as the runt of the litter, too needy and not worth the effort it would take to keep him alive. He was not merely abandoned, but sold off for a pittance to cultists, who wanted to sacrifice him to the then-god of death. Being as small as he was at the time, however, he was able to squeeze out of his shackles and wriggle from his chains on the way to the cult's ritual grounds, sneaking away while his captors were distracted. He did not go far, however - he was too furious with them for that. He trailed after them, instead, waiting until nightfall, and strangled the leader in their sleep with the very chains they'd put on him, before cutting the throats of the rest of the sleeping cultists. He then attempted to track down his traitorous family by following scent trails, but was soon thwarted by a downpour. Still, he vowed to find them one day, and sacrifice them the same way he would have been had he not escaped.

The deets for his meeting his siblings are in the prior post, so that really just leaves his family's deaths. After Shamura began their rise to power, their growing influence - along with help from the other siblings - made it easy for Narinder to discover where his parents and littermates had taken refuge. With his own influence in Shamura's budding cult, he faced no issues with ordering his "family" to be brought to him for sacrifice, though he did briefly fly off the handle and cut down his father for being the one to suggest selling the runt. Speaking of which - Narinder was quite delighted to let his so-called family see how much bigger he was than all of them by that point. He was equally delighted to behead every last family member himself, and to desecrate their remains by putting various pieces of them on display around the cult grounds. I'd say his adoptive siblings were disturbed by this, but. Obviously, every last one is fucked up enough to where we all know they weren't. <:]

At some point I'll share the toxic obsessive Narilamb AU that draws from this backstory, lmao, but for now I need to sleep. X_X;

#fanart #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl bishops #cotl narinder #colt shamura #cotl kallamar #cotl heket #cotl leshy #all of these kids probably could have been normal if their lives hadn't gone completely off the rails so early on #well. except for narinder #he was fucked up and ready to stab a bitch the second he came into the world #and we all love him for it #i am so tired lol #EDIT: oh right - the scars on narinder's forehead were from the cultists he was sold to - another reason he was so pissed at them #they were trying to carve the symbols of their god into him but he kept moving around so they just ended up looking like trash ahaha

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heartof-kings · 4 months

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what ocean god did grian piss off fr

#grian #hermitcraft #does anyone have a mcyt blorbo thats the ocean god that we can connect to this #lmao what if lizzie and jimmy #has grian pissed off lizzie lately

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loptrcoptr · 3 months

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The blue eye samurai fandom, for some reason

#I am once again asking if the kids are alright bc it doesn’t really seem like they are #friendly reminder that mizu kills people ny guys including unarmed randos and one unlucky teenager pissing his pants in a corner #but sure Taigen is irredeemable. lay off my emotional support blorbo.#blue eye samurai #taigen #and hey I love Akemi a buttload but she has at least nine lives or something no way would getting robbed in the woods #running off to a brothel and getting re kidnapped go half as well for anyone else #no one ever took advantage of her it’s incredible I’m glad and all but my god those were stupid risks to take #I’m so looking forward to her political intrigue character arc but let’s not act like she hasn’t done some dumbass shit #and Mizu’s a fucking mercenary. does she kill for money? no but she killed for information and she’ll kill anyone in her way to get what she #wants. taigen as far as we know has only killed peoples in duels and fights. he’s not out ganking randos.#the point of this show is that this is not your average cartoon and none of these characters are average black or white types #everyone’s grey and it’s all delicious #enjoy it.

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aerithisms · 9 days

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rotating the pub scene from 73 yards in my mind i think there is so much being said there about wales and welsh/english tension that is so interesting and is going so under discussed

#blahs #dw #dw spoilers #the whole thing about castles in wales being english torture centres. much to unpack #i think it's easy for most viewers to watch it and see that the characters are taking the piss and write it off #but what's interesting about it is i think rtd is basing that on real exaggerations of oppression by welsh people #most castles in wales WERE built by the english and they WERE designed to oppress the welsh. except that was like 800 years ago #and some people use this as an example of welsh oppression /now/ when it's like. not relevant to modern wales really #and 'torture chambers' is a wild exaggeration that dangerously tries to compare wales to much more recent human rights violations #i think rtd is trying to caution against a romanticised or sensationalised narrative of old wales that certain welsh nationalists have #this is also what he's doing with roger ap gwilliam #i keep seeing people say his character is 'just nukes' and i'm not gonna pretend it's The most complex politics ever #but it's also not just nukes. it's about specific political tensions and attitudes in wales.#rtd's viewpoint reminds me a lot of my dad #my dad's a proud welshman he's a native speaker he grew up in a welsh speaking community #but he doesn't really care about old welsh history about llewelyn ap gruffydd or owain glyndwr or anything like that #he doesn't see it as relevant. to him what's important is modern wales and the tensions of the 20th century #i'd wager rtd probably feels the same #and what with doctor who being produced in wales being rtd's doing i think he's enthusiastic about collaborating with england #rather than being like. isolationist about it. (that's the wrong word but i can't think of a better one)#WHICH INCIDENTALLY ties the political strand of the episode with the personal strand about ruby #who is also dealing with a self-fulfilling sense of isolation #anyway i think this episode is about wales in a very significant way. we need more welsh people writing think pieces about it #honest to god i don't think any analysis of it that doesn't talk about its welshness is quite Getting It

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illmoraineakoi · 5 months

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What if the Pale King locked himself away in the Dream Realm to recreate what he did to the Hollow Knight? After the Vessel leaked and he realized that it most likely had capability enough to suffer, but far far too late to even hope to do anything to fix it. He was beyond the point of no return, there was nothing he could do to undo the Sealing. And even if he could, there were no other options that he could think of of what to do about the Blazing Light.

He had no choice but to keep the Vessel sealed. No choice but to watch his kingdom crumble. There was nothing he could do.

Nothing, but to seal himself away in a self-imposed punishment in the exact same way he imparted onto his only (known) living child.

A weak attempt to impose the same agony onto himself as he forced onto them.

And should the people of his kingdom stop worshiping him and forget he exists, dwindling his power and life to a pathetic end?

Well...

Perhaps that might've been for the best.

#hollow knight #Pale King #Potential Headcanon #Thinkin about this soggy worm again #I don't actually think this is the case I just think it's an interesting concept #Though perhaps not entirely out of the realm of possibility from what we know of PK's character #PK locked his most shameful memory behind the Path of Pain and the Entirety of the Dream White Palace could be an extension of that #in a sort of ''No one's allowed in but also HE'S not allowing himself to leave either'' way #The Sealing was meant to be permanent and eternal so I don't think PK made a 'back door' in case things went wrong either #Back doors are weak points and a potential escape route is something you don't want when dealing with the Radiance #So even if PK WANTED to get Hollow out of there I don't think he was actually ABLE to do so #Presuming he didn't know about the Dream Nail #Which had to of been fucking AGONY for him #''Oh shit my Vessel-child is actually alive and I just put a pissed off god inside of them aND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT FUCK FUCK FUCK'#*chucks depression meds at PK* Boi get off ur ass and at least try to do smth don't just wait around till u die ffs

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thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra · 1 year

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can you fuckers stop calling people “transandrophobia truthers” when they talk about their experiences as trans men. i see it so fucking often and it pisses me off. trans men facing oppression isn’t a goddamn conspiracy theory

#can you imagine if we did that to every minority #it’s fucked up #god forbid someone talk about their experiences #sorry i’m pissed off #transandrophobia

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transmascissues · 2 years

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tw: discussion of a trans man being murdered

i want to say something about what happened to malte and the quite frankly disgusting reactions that people have had to him being killed, but i’ve been struggling to find the words and the energy necessary.

it really feels like there are only two things that can happen when a trans man is killed: either people just don’t say shit about it and everyone acts like nothing happened, or the internet decides to turn an actual fucking person’s violent death into a discourse battleground where they can debate about how oppressed we really are or if it’s even possible that one of us could be killed for being trans men.

y’all will tell us until you’re blue in the face that it’s our responsibility to “use our male privilege” to defend women from cis men, but when one of us steps up to do that and gets fucking killed for it, you try to say it had nothing to do with him being a trans man as if the (presumably cis) women he was killed for defending aren’t still out there living while he’s gone now.

how dare you encourage us constantly to put ourselves in harm’s way and then turn the other way when it ends in fatal violence toward one of us just like we said it would — or even worse, spit on the dead trans man’s memory by using his death as an excuse to deny that the violence he was killed by even exists? it’s fucking shameful, it really is.

it’s bad enough that he died, but of course y’all couldn’t just leave it at that, you had to have the most immature possible reaction to it, just to rub salt in the wound.

what he did was nothing less than fucking heroic and what happened was a tragedy and this is how y’all respond? he died because he wanted to protect the people in this community; the absolute least you can do is show some fucking respect.

i promise, you can have your shitty little debates over our existence without dragging a dead man into them. if you have even a shred of decency left in you, stop fighting for two seconds and just let him rest.

#if me addressing this as ‘you’ and being pissed off makes you uncomfortable — it should #like...if you cant understand why this is written the way is #you are ABSOLUTELY one of the people im talking about #god forbid we get angry when one of us is killed and people turn it into discourse #transandrophobia #transandromisia #transmisandry #virilmisia #virilphobia #trans men #transmascs

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 14 days

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Okay okay, I have a cute little idea. So I'm a ranter. Theres time when I just start talking about things (most commonly my most current special intrest) and I've been told by some people that I talk so much and fast that they can't understand what I'm talking about and get lost.

So now I'm imagining in the beginning of the relationship Finn felt sorta insecure about his ranting (we know that poor boy is) and then the first time the listener invites him over to their house for the night. He's a little shy about sleeping in bed with them and stuff and they get into bed and he's ready to lay down and cuddle and sleep but Sunflower just sits up and starts ranting and going on and on and on about whatever it is that was on their mind in that moment and Finn just sits there with the most lovesick eyes ever. Like he's just loving life. Like he gets lost on what their talking about but not cause he can't understand them but cause he's just lost looking at them.

OMG he's just so cute I wanna squish him like a bug sometimes🫶❤️

Ranting love.

Finn felt his nerves move all over his body as he got comfortable on the bed. It's been a while since he has had anyone with him on it, not since....Finn decided to just ignore hat and focus on his lovely partner. Who was already snuggling into his blanket and pillows like a cat giving him a cheeky smirk too.

"Don't worry I won't kick you off the bed if that's what your thinking of!" Chuckling was their answer as Finn finally got into bed. He faced Sunflower and opened his arms a bit, they have been cuddling for a while and he kinda wanted to hold them right now. Sunflower gave a loving look and slipped into his embrace, Finn felt giddy by their actions.

"This is nice." Softly saying as Sunflower hummed both looking at each other and then Finn continued. "So anything exciting happen today?" His partner hummed some more thinking of all the things that happened today.

"Well there was a customer that came in and had a cool pin from a movie I liked! It was so cute! It was from Howl's moving castle!!" Reaching for the bedside table they got their phone and showed him the pin, "I was able to get permission to take a photo of it! Isn't it so cute??" It was Calcifer, a small but powerful fire demon that was in this cute art style in the pin. Finn cooed at it, he remembered how Sunflower wanted to show him the movie. It was really good!

Sunflower asked their boyfriend if anything interesting happened with him, "No not really, but there was a debate between two friends in front of the story about that one show you like." This made Sunflwoers eyes widen as they blurted out.

"OH MY GOD! I just remembered that there is this one coworker that watches the same show as me right?" Finn a bit taken aback from the shout they let out nodded, "She tried to act like I knew NOTHING about the show?? Like newsflash asshole I know everything about it because it came out in middle school and I got obsessed with it???" With awe Finn watched as his lover rant about the show, he watched it with them before.

But he never really saw them get worked up like this when telling him about it the first time. He was just watching them, be so in to the rant they were giving him it marveled him really because he was so use to the one ranting.

"AND THEN SHE WAS LIKE 'ThAtS nOt RiGhT' NO IT IS!!! I KNOW IT IS AND SHE JUST DECIDED NOT TO LISTEN TO ME???" Sunflower was erratically telling Finn about the interaction they had a work they almost forgotten to tell him! Basically there was a coworker that tried to tell them that Sunflower was wrong about a tv show they were obsessed with.

"And Finn, love of my life, the apple of my eye, the sun to my flowers! You want know what she tried to tell me about the timeline about the show???" Folding their hands on Finn's chest while looking at Finn who was looking at them with all the interest in the world.

"What did she say Sunflower?" Smiling as his partner passionate ranting about something they loved. It reminded him of how they always listened intently about his flower facts. Sunflower kept telling him how the coworker, Sheila, said that the main characters never liked each other. But really all Finn could focus on was his love for Sunflower right now, how pretty they looked glaring at a wall when thinking about the spread of misinformation about their favorite show.

"-inn? Finn are you okay?" Worry in his partners voice he snapped out of it and looked into their eyes again. They pushed themselves up more on his body, his arms instinctively wrapped around them flashing a smile.

"I'm fine don't worry. What happened next?" Answering caused Sunflower to giggle a bit and peck his cheek before continuing their rant. Suddenly he didn't feel so insecure about his ranting.

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn #red answers #red writes #i couldn't think of a show off the top of my head #but one i got obsessed with in middle school was Voltron #KLANCE SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED!!!#I was so fucking pissed when it didn't like wdym do you not see Lance flirting with Keith every second he got after season 1???#I'm pretty sure we all heard him call older Keith grizzled and throwing looks at him???#oh god my Voltron faze is coming back #I SHOULD REWATCH IT!!!

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