#which reminds me i think there is one called white tiger

[many-but-one]

EYEWITNESS

⚠️TW: religious trauma, CSA, RAMCOA, descriptions of child death⚠️

Author’s note: This is an intense poem, but is extremely important for me to share as an eyewitness to these atrocities. As the highest level gatekeeper in our system, I witnessed Everything, and was forced to cut my emotions about it away so I could do my job. Yesterday, a mutual on TikTok (The Brigadoon System) posted a video in response to a hate comment on one of our videos, in which they described the emotions about what it’s like to witness child death, and it struck such a chord in me that I actually was able to feel some of these feelings again for the first time in many, many years. It was difficult. Devastating. But also cathartic in a way. It reminded me that I’m not the cold monster I used to believe I was, and that allowing yourself to feel grief can be healing, too.

Please only read if you feel you are able to do so, please heed the trigger warnings above.

This poem DOES end on a good note, but it starts a bit heavy. Please read with caution.

EYEWITNESS

You know what they say about eyewitness reports. How they are often unreliable, how people often focus too much on a certain thing or they are too caught up in the emotions of it all that they mistake brunette hair for black, or black skin for white. Or whatever story serves the highest bidder, whatever story the pigs can scrape out of them to put someone they already hate behind bars.

You’ve all heard that, right?

And maybe it’s true that eyewitness accounts aren’t always accurate, but I’ve always felt like I would be a fantastic eyewitness, so good, in fact, the cops would hate me for how I refuse to stare at the lineup of pictures of black men with dreads or Latino men with tattoos that scare the perfect bottle blonde PTO moms lined up in front of me. They’d hate me for how I’d describe the perpetrator as a white man in a black business suit, I’d note the exact turn the curls in his hair made. I’d let the police know he wore blue eye contacts. I’d tell them not to forget the freckle underneath his right eye, I surely won’t. I could tell them that his dick was 6.75 inches too and that he never shaved, and when they ask me why I know that, I’ll tell them that I could feel him hitting my cervix when I was six years old, and he couldn’t push all the way in. I’ll tell them I used to get his hair stuck under my tongue when he used my mouth like a cunt. I’d let them know he kept his nails clean and trimmed short so that when he gripped at me he wouldn’t leave scratches that would be noticed later.

See, the thing about eyewitness accounts is that emotions are always running high when someone holds a gun to you from the other side of a convenience counter, but luckily for me I cut those away when I was seven, my job description required it, especially after that one cold December night. You know, the really important one everyone talks about all the time. It’s a night that I lament as the one I became god, and so too like god I created the separation between the sky and the land—the inner world one, I mean. Don’t think I’ve gotten cocky, I’m not that much of a sadist.

The sky I created was like spilled ink swelling across a page of parchment, and it held no stars or moon. Instead the black, viscous sky held my grief, it held that singular emotion I could not take that night, the night I was killed three times and what arose from me were sacrificial lambs, a pack of snarling wolves, and a god whose blue eyes were as cold as the winter’s midnight wind. The grief nearly overtook me and so I had to cut him away from me, I placed him in the sky, the one thing that would remain not only above me, but all around me, a place I would swim in every so often and get trapped in like a raptor in a Jurassic tar pit.

The rest of my parts, the children and the tigers and the demons and angels would never know where my grief went, they’d call me cold and cruel, they’d call me a monster, and I’d let them, because I knew they were telling the version of the truth I believed myself. I was a monster for having the ability to cut my pain away from me while they all writhed in theirs like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

For every trauma we took, for every single event I witnessed, the sky would grow larger, darker, heavier. Nobody felt the weight of it except me, the god who resided in it, an Atlas of epic proportions—who experienced everything, witnessed everything, Knew Everything. Omnipresent, omniscient, but not omnipotent. Every December reminded me of that, when I’d find myself on that church floor in my white dress with my limbs bound in prayer. O Holy God, wherest art thou? I’m right here, I’ve Always been here. Shattered over and over like delicate china dolls, those fragment pieces still scream the words I could never say at the time and will never be able to receive an actual answer for.

WHY? WHY? WHY?

The answer that I know you hold in your blackened heart is that you’re a sick and twisted man with sick and twisted followers, who keep the red eyes trained on me for money. Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid, that I don’t know your little games weren’t for a religious cause? They were so you could line your pockets. But at least I’d get a good Christmas present and my dad would get his booze money.

I used to wish that you had killed me, my desire to give up and die was held in a creature called The Nothing, held back by the strongest of my wolf pack, a black hellhound named G’mork wreathed in the fires of Wrath and Vengeance, who holds Hope like a tool of demolition. He held back this immense creature almost as expansive as my grief overhead, and it kept us alive.

It wasn’t until later that I realized how important this would be to me. See, I hated that he existed to keep that desire at bay, sometimes I wish I could tell him to let it free, let it consume us, but our brain was stubborn in keeping us alive.

I now realize that if I hadn’t lived all these years later, I wouldn’t have been able to become the most important eyewitness I’d ever become. The most painful and devastating eyewitness I would ever bear, a witness to monstrosities that cannot ever be truly described, something I wish in my heart of heart and soul of souls that I could have stopped. I couldn’t then.

But maybe now, I can.

I have lived through so many types of torture, the sorts of things that make even my therapist with decades of experience wince and cringe. The sorts of things you can’t even conceive of if you hadn’t seen them yourself.

The first time I watched a child die, she looked like me. It was an accident, and I know this because the men in their black clothes and black masks with their blue eyes peering over and through were swearing and yelling at the one responsible for her death. I never knew her name, but her blonde hair was lighter than mine, and her eyes more of a grey than a blue. Her neck snapped like a gunshot and I froze when her body went limp. The girl next to me, perhaps barely five, screamed. The one on my other side, a girl no older than me, with hair longer than mine and a darker shade of gold than mine, stood stoic, her bright blue eyes barely welling with tears. When they punished the screaming girl mere seconds after the sound had been ripped from her lungs, I copied the older girl out of desperation. I had grown used to cutting out my emotions by now, what was a bit more going to do to me? My inner world sky now held a single star. I named that girl Star in my mind. Her hair was like a halo, fluffy like angels wings. It seemed fitting. I’ll never, ever forget her. I cannot unsee her. I have never been able to grieve her.

Many more stars were added over the course of months and years, a sky full of them, twinkling down upon my system, them none the wiser of who they represented. The girl with the doe-brown eyes, I called her Bambi. The girl who compulsively tore out her hair and was so very tall for being only nine, I called her Willow. They all had nicknames in my mind, all the ones I could see well enough and for long enough to name. For those that I couldn’t, their stars shined the brightest, my grief for them more intense than the heat of a supernova. Nameless stars for nameless girls.

Many of them were named various shades of colors, after what they were wearing, or the color of their skin or hair. Most often I used the colors of their eyes, something I almost always saw. Something I never looked away from, even in their final moments when I wanted to look away.

I made a promise to my first star, that I would never look away. Looking away meant punishment anyway, but even if it didn’t, I wouldn’t. I may never know their real name if they even had one, but I would know them by the color of their eyes.

Honey, Golden, Oak, Leaf, Moss, Ocean, Mist, Bluejay.

The eyes always told me what their screams could not. Their screams were pleas for help they knew wouldn’t come, but their eyes said WITNESS ME and I bore witness to them. NEVER FORGET ME and I never forgot them. LIVE FOR ME and I lived for them.

I taught myself more colors in art class at school so I could find more names to give. There would always be names to give. Perhaps this is why I became an artist. Every time I mix new colors on the palette, dip brush to oil and brush to paint and put paint to canvas, I remember the shades of eyes I saw, who begged me to be their eyewitness. Their eyes cover my canvases. Perhaps this is why I’ve always liked the colors blue, green, and brown in my artworks.

I see their eyes everywhere I go. In the moss clinging to tree bark during an afternoon walk, in the slicked brown leaves after an autumn thunderstorm, in the clear sky on a balmy summer’s day, in the honey I put in my tea when I have a cold, and in my morning coffee.

You’d think this would make me hate going outside, but nature is my favorite place to be. You’d think this would make me stop seeing color in everything I do, but I can’t help but gaze at the colorful world around me. After all, wouldn’t it make me sad to see the cinnamon on my toast and remember the exact way a girl was dismembered before me? Maybe for some this would be true, but not for me.

To me this is the best way I can bring these girls with me along in my life, in this way, it feels like they’re growing with me. In this way, it feels like they’re now an eyewitness to MY life, a life I promised I would live for them.

I always keep my promises.

#aridam🪢 #dissociative identity disorder #personal post #manybutone #did system #poetry #my poetry

[snakegorl212006]

Move in

“I assure you this house would be the best house you’ll stay at” mr.Crowly said as we entered the mansion  “I see thank you for lending me this place” I replied and he smiled “why it’s not a problem. Sense I’m so generous, I already hired some moving company to handle your things” He said “oh I can’t thank you enough” I smiled “Of Course. As much as I would stay for your delicious tea, I have other business to conduct. You’ll have fun and your stuff will arrive shortly.” crowly said as he handed me the keys to the place and left. I decided to explore. This place is massive. Almost like each wing has a different time period and vibe. 

Wing 1 Heartslabyul

Victorian era

Across from the main house,where I’m staying, is the first wing. Crowly called it Heartslabyul and I can see why. Red was the main theme like the hearts I assume it represents. There were meny references to playing card and roses. There was a vase of fresh roses which had red paint stains. A gambling room which was cool. the kitchen which had some clover patterns on the floor tiles. There was some sort of photography room where things were covered by sheets. Underneath the white sheets were a bunch of couches and one blank canvas. I took the dusty sheets the the laundry room to do later. I continued to explore up the stairs to see a portrait of a young male with red hair looking like madam red’s kid if they survived. Not to say he’s not handsome but he just looked…stiff. I shrugged it off and continued my exploration of the second floor. They’re were tons of guest rooms,like give it 6 or 7, and a master bedroom which was the only room which had a smell of roses. Nothing much happened other than that. 

Wing 2 Savanaclaw 

90’s

Now this place looks wild. Definitely a more familiar rich and famous 90’s look. Velvet couches with tiger stripes. There were some African- like vases and some expensive looking furniture. Yet it looks comfortable. Crowly said out of all the wings this Savanaclaw has the biggest garden. I might check that out some other time. There weren't many guest rooms upstairs, only 2 guest rooms. But there was a gym and a main master bedroom. The kitchen was pretty big but not as huge as Heartslabyul. Maybe most of the budget is used for outdoor recreational purposes.or remodel for convenience. There wasn't much here so I left.

Wing 3 Octavinelle

Roaring 20’s

This place has a large swimming pool and a terrarium garden. Though crowley did mentioned this i haven’t seen any swimming pools outside only the dome garden in the backyard. I can look later. I enter inside only to be amazed by the amount of aquariums and the minimum lighting which creates a almost enchanting atmosphere. Downstairs was a meeting room which looks more like a second living room. There was also a ketchen which was more well lit and has seashell handles for the cabinets which is adorable. Upstairs there was an office, 3 master, and 3 guest rooms. What got my attention was a locked room downstairs. Crowly said all the rooms of the wings are unlocked for me to explore as much as I wish. Perhaps there’s a skeleton key somewhere. I’ll look later. 

Wing 4 Scarabia

90’s+1920’s Mix

What in the middle east. I know he said this was the most expensive wing but i didn’t think everything inside was practically made from gold. Not to say everything was but it’s just expensive looking almost like i shouldn't step in here. But i can’t deny this is the most inviting. There were velvet  couches in some rooms and  floor pillows in lounge rooms. accessories were more middle eastern and had some sort of high end jewelry. The ketches was more casual then others. More mellow and chill. There is an upstairs which had a music room and a treasury which was just left wide open…. Weird.. I looked inside just to be blinded by mountains and mountains of gold gems and a one random carpet. This could pay my rent for years. I closed the treasury and locked it tight so no one could steal it. Which reminds me to install cameras.

Wing 5 Pomefiore

Roaring 20’s

This is the only place which I knew part of the history too. Which also surprised me on how cheap the whole property was. This houses famous actor Vil Schoenheit who passed away from unknown means which includes his assistant Rook hunt and his protege Epel Felmier. Owning the property of who was once the most beautiful person in the world would be a dream come true for most of his fans. The wing was surely beautiful with royal purples. What stood out to me was the golden peacock throne in the middle of the lounge. There was a ballroom as well as a garden. Welp upstairs I go. This place has 3 masters and 2 guest as. One of the masters had a large vanity which had lines of skin care and make-up with a crown carefully placed in the middle.Ya this is definitely his.

Wing 6 Ignihyde

Steampunk

Dark and gloomy with technology everywhere, almost. Yet this place seems secure almost. The dim lighting make the place hard to see but i can tell there’s a tone of blue tents. There were skulls with gears on the walls. Kitchen was just as dark and apparently there was some laboratory in the attic. Which probably explains why there was a large dome on top of the wing. There was only 2 masters and no guest rooms. There was nothing in the first bedroom but in the second was there was a old realistic looking robot. On some broken charging station. Nope nope. I watched too many haunted doll movies. Last wing i go.

Wing 7 Diasomnia.

Medieval

Crowly said this was the oldest and largest wing on the property and he doesn't disappoint. This is like a mini castle which is not even lit by electricity like the others. Even the Heartslbyul was more well lit then this. I turned on my phone flashlight and began to look for matches. The lounge was huge which also had a throne which looked ominous to say the least. I began making my way to the kitchen to look for a match. I looked though the old black wooden covers to find old knifes and dishes yet no match. Then i heard rustling. I looked up to see bats. The whole ceiling is covered in black bats. Are those fruit bats. Ya i gotta get those removed. It’s unsafe for them to be here. I walked out and continued my search for matches. There were three floors to look at vs the usual 2 floors so i have a lot of ground to cover. Across from the kitchen though the lounge was a dining room the largest one i’ve seen. The creepy part was the fact there was a singular lit candle. You know what i give up on that match i have 2 more floors to explore so I gotta go. The second floor had a bunch of different quotrers, assuming for servants and guards. I’m assuming these are the guest rooms now days. On the top floor there was a library a large one 3 more guest rooms and one master room. The master room was pretty spacious yet this feels off. I ignored it. Besides, I’m not staying here. So i left. 

Main house Ramshackle 

present

When I arrived at the main house it was already like 9pm so I must have missed Crowley and the moving crew. I wonder what I need to re-arrange. The main house had 2 floors max with 7 guest rooms and 1 master which is my room. I did a survey and made sure everything is how I wanted. Dining room, office,ballroom, kitchen which is filled with groceries, lounge, and my room. Everything is in order so i should be fine. So i should get something to eat.

I managed to cook some (Favorite food) since I was craving it. There was no point in eating in the dining room so I ate in my room and watched TV, using my PS4 to watch YouTube. Mid video I heard a knocking sound. I paused my vid and headed downstairs with my empty plate. Silence. Then another set of knocking. I put my plate away and peaked through the eye hole. There’s no one there. Confused, I just left to go to bed. I wonder who was behind the door. 

#twisted wonderland #yandere twst x reader #twisted wonderland au #haunted #twist x reader #twsited wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland haunted au #ghost au

[skyfallslayer]

The Black & White Lie || Chapter One

-Modern Day!Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader-

Series Masterlist

🦋Summary: Ah, College. A time where you can finally spread your wings and enjoy a little bit of freedom. And you’re even spending it with your best friend, Jonathan. You shouldn’t get too lonely… right?

🦋Pairings: Slow burn! Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader; (Past) Jason Carver x Reader; Platonic! Jonathan Byers x Reader; Jonathan x Nancy

🦋Rating: Teen

🦋Word Count: 3,248

🦋Date: 2/18/24

🦋Warnings: Brief mention of underage drinking; Brief talks of sex - of losing virginity; Slight Reference to a panic attack. Read At Your Own Risk!

🦋 A/N: If you recognized the summary for this story, this is actually inspired by the movie 'Son-In-Law'. When I watched for the first time the other day, for some reason the love interest reminded me of Eddie a lot and- *Ding*Ding*! Lightbulb moment! And then before you know it, every idea came flooding in and then this was born. Hopefully it turns out like it did in my head. Lol. Enjoy!

In a small rural town in Hawkins, Indiana, is where this strange adventure begins. Born 18 years ago is our main protagonist of the story, Y/N Wheeler. Y/N grew up with a loving family that owns a farm, consisting of her twin sister, Nancy, her younger brother, Mike, and baby sister, Holly; and of course her parents. 

When she wasn’t helping out on her parents’ farm, Y/N was the typical “all american” girl. She dawns lovely clothes, is mindful and full of manners, a cheer captain and top of her classes throughout the school years and earned many straight A’s that steered her in the right direction for a bright future and career. Which leads to her very big day…

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Now here you are, dressed in hunter green silk and caps, the seniors waited around on the bleachers of the basketball court, diplomas in hand as they listened to their principal speak from his heart, telling them that he was very proud that you made it this far. When he finishes everyone claps and soon the spotlight falls upon you as the class valedictorian. 

You stood up as your name was called, hearing everyone applaud and your family cheer from you in the stands; You even heard your boyfriend, Jason, shouting your name. You step up to the podium with a smile, proceeding to recite the speech that you’ve replayed thousands of times.

“Today, I would like to talk about change. It’s all around us.” You feel your family’s eyes on you as you begin. “Change. It happens whether we want it or not. Change. Are we ready for it? I think so. We are poised and prepared for the future, ready to embrace new people, places and ideas. In short, we are ready for the challenge of life. Lady and Gentleman, take a good look at us. We are the future. We are the Hawkins Tigers. Here us roar! We did it!”

“I give you the class of 20XX!” Your principal sent just as everyone sent their caps into the air while jumping with joy.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“We fucking did.” Your twin, Nancy, said once everyone was settled down into their friend’s house for the party. She passes you a drink and gives you a wink to silently tell you this was a… special fruit punch.

You laugh quietly. “Thank you Mr. Hopper.” You smile and take a sip before sighing with relief. “Four long years and it’s finally over.”

Nancy hums. “And you’re the one who’s jumping right back into it.”

You quirk your eyebrow up. “Hey, pot-kettle? You’re going to college, too.”

“Not willing…” She sighs. “I wish I could have gone to the same school as you.”

“I know.” You frown a little. It was always hard to not stay attached to your twin, especially when you’ve done pretty much everything together. However, you try to keep both your hopes up by saying, “But, hey… you can’t pass up a scholarship. Indiana’s instate school is still just as great as California’s. Not to mention, Indiana U has the best journalism courses, this is your dream! Your calling! You’ll be great.”

You see your sister smile, happy with the outcome just as someone came up and slung their arms around both your shoulders.

“How are my favorite girls doing?” Jonathan, who was your childhood/best friend, asked, with the biggest grin on his face. Whether that was from drinking or feeling the high of not being in highschool, you were unsure of but glad to see he was enjoying himself.

“Pretty amazing, actually.” Nancy replies to her boyfriend (Yeah, her boyfriend. Whom she should thank you for that). “You?”

He lets out a blissful sigh. “Fantastic! The nightmare is finally over.” 

You snorted and teased, “You really didn’t like it?”

“Hell, no. You think there’s room for a nerd like me? I never fit in.”

“Awe.” Nancy said, squeezing his cheek. “You’ll always be our nerd.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, hey! Y/N! Jonathan!” You both turned around to spot one of your brothers’ friends, Dustin. He smiles with his goofy toothless grin, making you heart melt (He was always your favorite one. Don’t tell, Mike). “Hey, if you find a cute girl around my age in Cali, send her my way.”

“Dusty!” His mother said, catching his conversation when she walked by.

“What?”

Jonathan laughs. “We’ll try. I promise.” He said, ruffling the kid’s springy hair.

He holds his hand to his chest, all moved. “What about you Nancy? Any cute girls in Bloomington?” 

“I will definitely try, Dustin.” She promises as well, crossing her heart. It must have been enough for the boy before he ran off with some friends to the backyard.

“What do you think Cali’s like?” Jonathan asked, genuinely curious.

“Hmm, don’t know.” Nancy said, knowing just watching shows from there and reading up about it wasn’t enough information.

“I mean, sun, sand, ocean, uh–” 

“Baywatch, The Hollywood sign, uh, Nickelodeon, um–” You started naming off things and couldn’t hide the fact that you were about to laugh at your own antics. Both your sister and friend were on the verge of doing the same.

“Nickelodeon?” Jonathan muttered, surprised.

“Y-Yeah, uh, Regular Show, San Andreas fault, Chris Pine, Comic Con, Pet Rocks–”

“Pet Rocks?” Nancy asked, confused.

“Hey, they were invented in the state, look it up. Uh, Universal Studios, Barbie, The San Diego Zoo, Alcatraz–”

She chuckles. “Y/N, Stop.”

“Never.”

“Oh, kids!” Jonathan’s mother, Joyce, called out, getting their attention. 

Well, I guess that’s your guys’ cue to take some photos.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You were all packed and ready to go for the next day. Since Nancy didn’t start school till next week, your family decided it would be nice for all of you to pack in the old van and drive to your new school. Your Dad says it was for… safety, but you knew better; They were all going to desperately miss you. Which leads to this conversation that’s been going back and forth for a few moments now.

“-California is a long way off just to go to school. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider going in state?” Your father, Ted, asked, and just when you were about to ‘go to bed’.

You laugh lightly, trying to calm his nerves. “You know I want to do this. Besides, I won’t be alone. Jonathan will be there with me.” 

“Well– that’s true. But uh, Y/N, I’m not sure if I’ve really prepared you for what you’re gonna run into out there. Uh–” He clears his throat as you raise an eyebrow. “What I mean is… the boys are different from what they are here. They’re uh–”

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

You smile. “I’ll be fine. You know me.”

He nods. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He knows you well enough that you won’t do anything too crazy. “Now let’s try to get some shut eye.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“‘Night.” 

And when the door shut, your closet automatically flew wide open (and you pray that it didn’t make too much noise).

“He’s officially calling it a night?” Nancy asked, dressed in street clothes which you were also wearing under your robe. She was skeptical as she stared at the door wondering if he’ll just waltz back in here without warning.

“Yep.” You reply, shedding your coverage and standing tall.

“Oh, finally! He gave the same talk, and I don’t leave for another week!” She smiles. “Thanks for letting me sneak out.”

“Hey, we both got to see our boyfriends before we leave, right?”

“Just–” She grabs you by your hands. “Be careful, alright?”

“Right back at you, Nance.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You found yourself in the barn that was far away from your house. Laying on the hay bales, you were kissing Jason passionately, your hands in his hair and slowly moaning his name as he slowly undoes each button on your blouse. But your worriedness got the best of you, making you squirm a bit from his touch.

“Jason.” You whisper, feeling his fingers skim across your bra straps.

“What?” He said back, ghosting your ripe lips.

“Slow down.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I-I want it to be right.” You reply, a twinge of guilt courses through you as he stops his actions, looking you dead in the eyes with concern and softness.

“Well, when is it going to be right?” He asked, sounding like a lost puppy. “You’re leaving tomorrow.”

You almost laugh at the face he was making. “You act like it’s forever.”

“Well I’m not going to see you for three months. What if everything changes?”

“Nothing is going to change.” You shake your head, cupping his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumb. “I’ll go to school, you’ll work at the co-op, and we’ll see each other every single vacation. And when I’m done–” You smile. “We’ll be together.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay.” He whispers, fully under your spell. “I guess I can wait.”

You hum in delight. “Now…” You pull him closer again. “Where were we?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Dad’s going to blow a fuse if we don’t leave soon!” Nancy says, barging into the bathroom where you were finishing up doing your hair.

“I know, I know. I’m finishing up.” You said, sparing your twin a glance. You can see her button her collared shirt all the way up, making you grin like the cheshire cat. “Oooh… I didn’t know Byers was a biter.”

She blushed and lightly smacked you in the arm. “Do not tease me. I mean he always is.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Always?”

“Yeah.” She locks eyes with you, face still red before realizing. “Wait… You and Jason still haven’t done it?”

Now it was your turn to blush. “W-Well–”

“I thought you surely were going to do it last night?”

“I-I don’t know, I got weird.” You shrug, breaking eye contact. “I told him we should wait, you know, when the time’s right.”

“So you’re going to be like a 40 year old virgin?” Nancy teased, copying your grin from earlier.

“Hey.” You said, smacking her this time. 

“Joking, I think it’s sweet. Y/N Wheeler, the purest of all Wheelers.”

“You know they think you’re pure too.” You said as you followed her out and down the stairs.

“Ha, ha.”

“I’m serious, Nance!” You reply, feeling around your pockets as you do so. “Oh, crap. I forgot my phone.”

“Well hurry up! Dad’s a ticking time bomb.” She yelled back and hustled out of the house. The conversation she foretold was being presented in front of her.

“I don’t get why we’re driving. Flying would be much easier.” Mike complained as he loaded his backpack into the car with a sour expression.

“We’re just trying to spend some quality time with your sister, Okay?” Their mother, Karen said, giving him a look to tell him to stop.

“Oh, good, Holly’s here.” Ted said, as he spotted the four year old climbing into the van. “Mike, where’s your sisters?” 

“I’m here!” Nancy said, while fixing her hair to cover her neck.

“Okay, where’s Y/N then?”

“Maybe she’s still in the barn with–” Mike snickers, before getting whacked in the back of his head by Nancy. “Ow! Mom!”

“Kids, stop fighting!” Karen shouted back.

“Y/N!” Ted called out, upon seeing his daughter still up in her room through her window.

“Coming!” You called back, double checking you have everything before you go (I mean I guess your family could mail anything you need to you but that’ll be a hassle for them; And maybe kind of a dick to do that to them?).

“Well hurry up! Time is of the essence.” He sighs. “I swear, the Byers are going to beat us there.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

And sure enough…

They did.

Parking pretty much right next to each other, you stood their basking in front of the school along with Jonathan and his sister. The younger girl was looking at it like she’s never seen such a big building before.

“Bitchin’.” She says, and both you and Jonathan hold back a laugh.

“Language, young lady.” Jim, or who you like to call, Hopper said to his daughter who gave him a strange look.

“You say it all the time.” 

“Think she’s caught you there.” Jonathan said, throwing salt into the wound.

“You’re not helping your sister here.” He points to the car. “Now I’m going to make my kids grab your own bags.”

“What?!” They said, which resulted in some light bickering, which was kind of happening with the other family beside them.

“Y/N! Get your head out of the clouds, and let’s find your dorm.” Ted said, and you hurry over. 

The families grabbed the belongings and headed straight first into the hectic crowd. This was definitely a culture shock for them, especially for the Wheelers. The hallway was crowded with rowdy young adults, cracking jokes, makeout sessions, and even the occasionally streaker. You locked eyes with your sister when it happened, who was trying to hold back a smirk as your eyes just stayed wide. Your dad ushered you to keep moving until you found your dorm, overhearing a conversation while you passed.

“Uh, this was the– uh, opportunity that you wanted for your daughter?” Ted said, as Karen tried to hold back her feelings on her face (Which was hard at this point).

When you finally got to the room at the end of the hall, room 408, you noticed the left side of the room was empty, free for you to use. The other side was already occupied, filled with a few movie posters and cheer pendants. You smiled and wondered what your roommate would be like (and was excited that she likes cheerleading like you. At least you have a good conversation started).

“Hey, why don’t you see where Jonathan’s at?” You tell Nancy who complied and dove back into the crowd.

“Well this is very cozy, sweetie.” Karen said, trying to stay positive.

“It’s a shithole.” Mike replies, plopping on your bed.

“Mike!”

“What?”

“It’s… not bad. I’ll do.” You said, also trying to keep your head up high. But your brother tries to say something else and you were fortunately saved by a cute ginger girl entering the room.

“Hello, there. I’m Chrissy, your roomie.” She said, slightly shy as she gave the family a wave.

“Hi.” You said, waving too. “I’m Y/N.”

“Sorry to bother you, Chrissy, but it seems we forgot the key to her trunk.” Ted said, gesturing to where most of your belongings were. “Do you have any idea where I can get some tools?”

“Oh, yes. Uh, our resident advisor should have something.” She points across the hall. “He’s right across from here.”

“Oh, perfect. Thank you.” He was secretly happy that his precious daughter would be across from the advisor. He pushes himself past some people, knuckles brushing against the door. He knocked a few times afterwards when he didn’t get a response, wondering if maybe it was too loud to even hear it or he’s not in. So, treading carefully, he opens the door to peek inside.

This was not at all what he was expecting.

He was blasted in the face with ‘Iron Maiden’, and a room that screamed heavy metal. Stickers and posters laid across the wall, all consisting of either some kind of band or horror film; A record player-CD combo on the shelf, instruments of every kind, sheet music on the floor, leather jackets and boots hanging off from the windows and ceiling. This was not…

Resident advisor material.

Did he walk into the wrong place or–

“Hello!!” A voice shouts before he dangled upside down in front of the older man. Ted nearly has a heart attack as he startles and falls back against the door. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just trying to get the creative juices flowing. You know?”

“Uh– s-sure.” Ted said, still trying to process this. He keeps his eyes on him and not the fact that this boy was hanging from a pipe. “Um, I need to borrow a screwdriver.”

The boy, who’s hair was long and curly and orbs of cinnamon, raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, I’m all out of vodka.”

“N-No, I need an actually screwdriver. My daughter’s trunk is–”

“Oh, you have a daughter! Is she cute?”

“What–”

“I’m just kidding.” He smiles and holds his hand out. “Name’s Eddie. I’m the resident advisor.”

Make that a second heart attack for Mr. Wheeler, who’s face paled as he tried reaching for the doorknob behind him. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”

“What? Where are you going?” He asked, with a snort. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

But Ted was already hustling back over to the room where they were still talking to Chrissy, who was getting them up to speed on how this place ran. He comes over to his wife, pulling her aside and discussing what he just witnessed and how he’s not liking this. Meanwhile, Nancy had just returned while stringing along her boyfriend.

“Oh, Chrissy, this is my twin Nancy and my friend Jonathan.” You said, as she waves to them.

“Hi. You guys coming to school too?” Chrissy asked, your sister shaking her head.

“I am.” Jonathan said, before looking at you. “Y/N/N, this is awesome.”

You tilt your head. “Really? I still think this is a bit overwhelming.”

“I admit, it is, but my roommate, Argyle, is a trip.” He smiles. “I’m so going to love this place.”

“See, honey–” Karen said, loudly. “Jonathan’s staying.” She holds her hand up to stop her husband from talking. “And yes, I’m sure Joyce has some words about this place too, but the kids can’t pass this up. They got on a scholarship here.”

“But Karen–” He tries to protest.

“They. Have. A. Scholarship. They’re staying.” Her eyes trailed over to yours. “Right?”

You flash your dad a smile. “Don’t worry, Dad. It’ll be fine. And you know I can always come home.”

“See, Ted?” Your mother points out, finally defeating him. He mumbles an ‘okay’, satisfying her.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Mom, you’re suffocating me.” Jonathan said, after yet another hug and kiss from his mother. She was holding back some tears at the thought of leaving her oldest child behind in another state. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m really happy for you, I promise.” 

“I know, Mom, I know.” He takes her hands in his. “I promise I’ll be okay.” She opens her mouth to speak. “And I promise I’ll call every once and a while.”

Joyce smiles at the answer. “You’re going to do great.”

The family of five shared a hug afterwards, wishing him the best of luck. Meanwhile, the Wheelers were doing the same, squeezing the life of You and nagging you to make you call, or at least text them here and there. You of course promised them too, which was a good enough answer.

The last person to hug you was your sister, giving you a small squeeze of reassurance, knowing you like the back of her hand.

“I know you’re nervous about fitting it, but don’t sweat it.” She says, pulling away. “You’re going to do fine. If not, you can always go home, or…” She smirks. “You can nag Jonathan.”

You chuckle. “Of course I can nag him. It’s not like I’ll be alone.”

You have Jonathan, and you even have your chill roommate, Chrissy. You shouldn’t get too lonely.

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Right?

(TBC)

A/N: I promise the next one will be longer :) - Thanks for reading!

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[azulashengrottospiano]

Hellooo!! What type of flowers do you think the Octotrio likes??? Not a request but just a lil question

HI HI ANON!!!! im so glad you asked bc i honestly love flowers C:

i feel like < azul 3 would really like carnations, specifically the white ones. they look so elegant and lacy and durable!!! carnations can put up with a lot and come out the other side looking just as beautiful, and while I didn’t intend for this to be symbolic makes sense to me. i love him and would give him a huge bouquet of red carnations if you catch my drift

i believe i mentioned once that orchids have symbiotic relationships with mushrooms (called mycorrhiza), so jade’s probably studied orchids too at some point!! I think he’d really like boat orchids and lady orchids. i did like ten minutes of light research on orchid-fungal relationships but it’s so complicated and i am not that smart. basically the orchid relies on mycorrhizal fungi for nutrients at some point in their lives.

i immediately thought of lilies for floyd. they’re so bright and colorful and it just makes sense in my head. i was specifically looking at the tiger lily, and apparently they’re highly toxic if you eat them which is pretty funny. this isn’t exactly a flower but the telegraph plant (also called the dancing plant) reminds me of him too!!

#asks <3 #anons <3 #octavinelle my beloveds #octavinelle #auburn's rambles <3 #auburn's flower shop <3

[morievna]

Why Port Mafia will stay as vampires

Hello~~

This time I wanted to broach something different^^

I usually like to check fandom opinions when new chapter drops and there was something that really puzzled me – that lot of fans thinks that vampirism needs to healed and like it is the worst thing that happened to our characters.

I mean I understand feeling protective about characters – ofc, it is bad to lose free will, but from story perspective it is just another trial to test our heroes and help them grow. They will be fine, don’t worry^^

But still, no matter how this arc will conclude I think that PM will stay as vampires and here are my reasons:

PM is coded similarly as vampires from very beginning

You know the basic – both vampires and PM are strongly associated with night and death.

As part of Tripartite Tactic PM stands for night. Moreover, through the story PM is compared to night very often -  maybe even almost enough for drinking game xD

“The merciless tyrant of the night and his army of the death – that was what people called Port Mafia”

“It’s time to remind our enemies why we used to be called the terror of the night”

– both from Fifteen

“Mafia takes their role as ‘Wardens of the night’ seriously” – Dazai about PM in ch 46

“Whatever pride they have in their speed, they can’t run from ‘the night’ forever” – Mori in ch 46

There is probably more, but you know the drill.

As for death – mafia rules through power dominance and killing is not a problem to anybody from that group.It is just the way they works.

And visually too – i mean, just look:

Especially in anime, they gave him so much vampire lord aura xD In manga too, his ‘doctor’ attire is just an act and his true self is PM leader in that fitting clothing - black trench coat, red scarf and white gloves – which all are very vampire style. Through this perspective even Elise can be interpreted that way – immortal being in a form of young girl – just like Claudia from Interview with the Vampire.

Speaking of that novel  - you know there is also insanely powerful redhead with bad temper xD Though it can be just coincidence as personality-wise Armand and Chuuya are very different and have rather opposite morals xD

Let’s move to Aku:

Whole Akutagawa appearance is much reminiscent of vampire – pale complexion, black coat with white jabot - really give that feel. Also Akutagawa uses a bit of archaic language, which is something often appearing in vampire stories too.

Frankly, imo from the start Asagiri thought of Akutagawa (and maybe whole PM) eventually becoming vampire – after all, our MC Atsushi is were-tiger (as a spin on werewolf) and in pop-culture natural opposite of werewolves are vampires just like Atsushi-Aku are.

Vampire healing as power-up

If you look at it practically – vampire healing can actually be really useful for main PM characters:

Chuuya – healing will help a lot sustaining wounds during Corruption (I am 80% sure we will going to see it in next chapters) and maybe even vampire mind control will help with controlling Arahabaki

Akutagawa – healing as bypassing his incurable illness. Just honestly, I would be very surprised if Asagiri intends Aku to stay dead for good – he is just too important to Atsushi and Dazai character arc

Tachihara – as Hunted dog he needs monthly check-ups to not die. Healing would render that not needed if Asagiri intends for him to stay in PM, which is most likely as he is ‘true mafioso’ at heart

Even for rest of PM like Higuchi, Gin – healing would be strong asset as well.

To sum it up, it is just too good opportunity on too many levels to let it slip

Vampirism and abilities are not bad

It is important to look at it from thematic perspective – abilities are not villains of the story but the people who use them in wrong way.

Vampirism is not the main problem to our protagonist, but the fact that Fukuchi and Fyodor use such methods (vampirism, one order), which robs people of their free will to achieve what they want. Even if their goal is not necessarily malevolent in its nature – still it is very ‘the end justifies the means’ approach which is morally bad one.

Especially it is important that source of vampirism – Bram is just being used by DoA and he personally doesn’t want to create any fledglings. But again, because Fukuchi controls him via sword – he had no choice but to spread the infection or die. 

My guess is that we will see Atsushi running into Aya and Bram in next chapters and that after internal struggle he will realize that killing Bram is not a option - that ADA goal should be to free all vampires from mind control. Even it could go how usually vampire stories go – that vampirism as skill will be transferred to someone from PM (probably Mori or Aku, though it can be also Fyodor), who will switch off mind control.

And this would grant happy ending for Bram too – starting to live as normal human - pretty please, poor man has been through a lot T_T

Ofc it is just my theory and story can go other way – but still it makes more sense to me than simply healing everybody from vampirism and returning to status-quo. But we will see~~

Thanks for reading and have a nice day💖 💖 💖

#bsd #bsd manga #bsd theories #bsd meta #bsd opinions #bsd bram #bsd mori #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa #port mafia #bsd analysis

[parakeet]

Honestly aziraphale and crowleys relationship in good omens reminds me of the funniest glitch in a video game I’ve ever experienced

It was my fav game of all time. Black and white by lionhead studios. In this game you play as a god and the mechanic of the game has basically to win over villagers so they worship you and you can expand your influence across the world

However you can only perform miracles around villages that already worship you. So to win over the other villages you need help. That’s where the creature comes in. Creatures are literally furries you can teach to perform miracles. They start at 10ft tall and can get to a max height of 110ft

I always picked the tiger and would teach him healing miracles and how to make flocks of doves appear and I would let him lose and he would win over villages without me lifting a finger. Also because he was taught to be good he changed from an orange tiger to a pink one with purple stripes that sparkled everywhere he went

There were other gods in this game with their own creatures. One of these gods was called Lethys and his creature was the ugliest wolf you’ve ever seen. Massive teeth and claws, barely any fur, flies followed him everywhere, permanent snarl, he would spend his days setting villages on fire

Anyways one day I was minding my own business and I see the wolf coming into my territory. This was extremely bizarre because he never came to my territory, he stuck to his own and would only pick fights with my creature and chase him off if we went near lethys territory. I’m curious but expecting the usual fight

But no. here comes this 50ft horrifying abomination of a wolf booking it into my territory and in front of ALL MY VILLAGERS and the face of GOD (me) he kissed my big pink tiger my sole companion and most loyal follower square on the lips. I can still the exaggerated kissing sound effect like it was yesterday. Imagine how the villagers must’ve felt to see this

This was the funniest shit I’d ever seen in my life. I have put so many hours into this game and never seen anything like this. there was one friendly creature in the game which is why the action exists, but to see this from the creature of the god who wanted me dead so bad had me buckled. I think the ai for lethys creature and the good one on the island got mixed up or something lmao

They played on the beach and did cartwheels and then it never happened again. Probably the happiest day of the wolfs life I’m pretty sure his god set him on fire for sport. I think about this often. Love truly can bloom on the battlefield. So when gods just spectating in good omens I’m like I get it. It is really is just that funny

#longest post ever but honestly. too funny #I probably still have screencaps on my old laptop #just found out about read notes on mobile. nice

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze runner chapter twenty-two

Previous chapter

Masterlist

“There, that's it. It's a few hundred miles.

Based on the railways, everything that Aris

told us, that's gotta be where they're headed. That's where they're taking Minho.” Thomas says to Vince. You, Newt, frypan and Brenda stand around the table looking at a map. Newt holds both hands around a hot coffee.

“We take everyone who can fight. Follow the roads where we can. We can make it back

within a week.”

“A week? It took us six months to get here.” Vince gawked at him, “We got over 100 kids here now. We can't just hang out here forever after what we just pulled.You wanna wander off to some random point on the map. You don't even know what's there.” The older man argued.

“I do.” Jorge announces from the doorway. He leans one shoulder against the wall with his hands in his pockets, “It's been a few years, but I've been there. The Last City. That's what WICKED called it. It was their whole base of operations. If that city is still standing, that's the last place you wanna go, hermano. That's the lion's den.” He said walking up to the table.

“It's nothing we haven't done before.” Thomas says.

“Yeah, with months of planning, and reliable information, the element of surprise, none of which we have now.” Vince reminded him.

“Vince, I've thought this through. Would you just hear me out?”

“The last time we went off half-cocked...I lost everything.” Vince raised his voice to cut Thomas off, “ You remember that? Look, I know it's Minho. All right? But you can't ask me to put those kids on the line for one man. I won't do it.” As he spoke the radio behind you and Newt flickered with white noise and then voices.

“Searching the grid now. A is completed. Scanning B-sector now.”

“Shit. Hit the lights. Let's go, let's go!” You all scatter to other positions helping to secure the base.

“Newt, he's going to try and go without us.” You pull your boyfriend closer to you. He sighs and looks towards the door where Thomas and Vince had left.

“I know. Pack a bag, it's time to go.” He kissed the side of your head and darted over to Frypan. You bent down to Mai Mai at your side.

“Hey girl. The boys and I are going to go get Minho. Are you coming?” You ask her. The tiger bangs her large head into you. If she could talk you know she would be scolding you for even asking.

The three of you waited until it was lights out for everyone before making your way to where the cars were parked. Newt helped you to climb into the back of a 4x4 as Frypan entered the driver's seat and the tiger got in the trunk. Newt waited outside.

It wasn't long before Thomas car.over the small ladder bag in hand.

“Where do you think you're going then?” Newt flicks on a light. “Don't be a twat about it. I'm already in. Come on.” He turned toward the car.

“No. No, not this time. Look, even if we find Minho, there's no guarantee we'll make it back from this.” Thomas didn't want his friends getting hurt again.

“Well, you'll need all the help you can get then, won't you?” Newt opened the front passenger door clicking on the interior light, Frypan leaned over and you popped your head through the back window. Newt lent back, his shoulder by your cheek.

“Well, we started this together. May as well end it that way, too.” He said almost triumphantly.

“Okay,” Thomas knew at that moment that this was his family and you were stuck together like glue, “Let's go get him back.”

Fry drove slowly out of the facility to not wake anyone else. Once far enough out he began driving faster. Comfortable in the back seat you slid over to Newt and pulled his arm around you so your back was resting against his chest. He looked down and smiled as his hand brushed back your hair before taking the weight of your head. You had missed looking into those deep brown eyes. Newt bent his neck and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Hey, we all missed you y/n but can we keep the PDA to a minimum in the backseat.” Frypan laughed, making you all laugh with him. Thomas turned his whole body to look back at you.

“Y/n, I know it's hard but can you tell us anything else?” He asked you. It had been three days since they'd rescued you and though they had spent a long time talking with Aris and Sonya they had mostly left you alone. You sigh and sit back up but stay close to Newt's side.

“I don't remember much, after I stabbed a couple.of doctors they kept me mostly sedated.” Newt gave a little chuckle, “At first we were kept in a building, it was like a hospital. They did experiments, like the blood exchange and then when it didn't work they…” you felt the memories flooding back to your brain, “they used something, I don't know what it was but I kept having these really vivid dreams. Like I was back in the maze. You were all dead, sometimes you were there. There was a lot of running. They took samples from my wound.” You hold your hand out so they can see the bite mark. What should have been no more than a fading scar by now looked raw and irritated. I don't remember much else.” You admit.

“Aris said you and Minho kept trying to escape?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah,” you nod with a shaky breath, “they kept putting us in rooms together so we'd try to get out. The last time, we had thirty kids with us and we almost got there but then, it was a bloodbath, they just shit everyone. Those that didn't die were put back in the system. I…Ava said I was only gone for a little while, a few minutes at most.” Tears were welling in your eyes and you felt no need to hold them back. You glance at Newt you had stiffened beside you.

“What do you mean gone?” He asks, panicking in his voice. Slowly you pulled away from him slightly and pulled up your shirt. There just below your breast on the right side was an old bullet wound, stitched and cared for.

“All I remember is pain, everything hurt, and I was tired. More tired than I have ever been. I don't…I..” newt pulled you against him in a crushing hug and you feel Thomas rub his hand on your knee. In the front seat Frypan wiped tears from his eyes.

“That ain't right man. They just killed a bunch of kids.” He sighed, fisting the steering wheel harder.

“I'm so sorry we didn't find you sooner.” Thomas admitted. Mai Mai hung her head over the back seat to press against you.

The rest of the drive was done mostly in silence. As the sun rose you approached a mountain that had a dark tunnel running through it. Around the tunnel there was a series of temporary buildings and metal chain link fences. Abandoned cars lined each side of the road. Frypan pulled the car up just outside the tunnel and you all got out. Newt was in front and he put his hand on his pistol.

“You want us to go in there?” He looked back at Thomas, “ I don't wanna come across as too negative, but if I was a Crank, that's exactly where I would be.” He sarcastically said taking your hand as you walked up to him.

“I don't think we have much of a choice.” Thomas sighed.

“All right.” Newt shrugs and you pull him back to the car.

“Well, here we go.” Frypan said restarting the vehicle.

“Yeah, just take it slow” Thomas said

Next chapter

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @afalls14universe @akilaporu001 @green-which

[wheelercore]

Some more concrete thoughts on Steve's advice to Robin, the triangle mirror in Nancy's ballerina box, Tammy Thompson rosemary imagery, and how this all connects to Rose Robin?? i.e I actually bothered to rewatch some scenes from s4 and I'm Noticing Things.

First of all, I just want to point out- I do believe Brenda's earrings are triangle mirrors. As you can see, these two shots have just a few moments between each other (I got frustrated a started pressing the screenshot button randomly so this was a happy accident) and her earrings clearly glint in the light.

Which leads me to going back to earlier in the episode when Steve and Robin have this conversation:

Steve advises Robin to just "be herself", which then goes into Robin making the point that she can't ask Vickie out because it's risky for a lesbian like herself. So clearly, despite it not being stated, what Robin and Steve are discussing here is heteronormativity. For valid reasons, Robin won't make her interest in Vickie known. We see it later in the pep rally:

Steve and his triangle mirror wearing date pass right by on front of Robin and Vickie.

Then we get Robin almost be honest to Vickie and then go back on it:

(also I just noticed that the Hawkins basketball team is literally called the Tigers. They spend all of s4 hunting down the Hellfire club. "The people of Hawkins being the true predators and the UD is just a reflection of its true nature" looks truer everyday. All the animal symbolism in this show is interesting because they literally spell it out to us in s4 that one of the main continuous theme is this concept of a "predator" and how the disenfranchised in society are scapegoated when the true people praying on the weak are those like Jason and Brenner. Abusers, bigots, etc etc. All the owl and tiger symbolism makes sense when you think about it- owls are nocturnal predators and so are tigers, like the UD beings whom we see are mostly active at night.)

Steve and his triangle mirror wearing date are behind Robin and Vickie while they watch Tammy perform, and let me tell you, she is clearly has. a lot of rosemary imagery.

The white and soft pink outfit. The ribbon around her waist. The lacey floral (?) gloves - similar to the wedding dress in the Creel attic. The pearly cross earrings and other pearls on her dress. Blue eye shadow which is more of a Karen-Angela thing I suppose but we also see it with Brenda.

An interesting thing I've noticed is that Steve, Robin, and Vickie joke about Tammy sounding like a Muppet- ie a puppet:

Which I don't need to explain what the symbolism behind a puppet is, but it goes with the themes of plays/performances that already exist within ST (Performing in this silly, terrible play- Henry). Particularly for women who are expected to perform in specific ways: docile, pure, and quiet. Speaking only to regurgitate what someone else is making you say.

Flash forward to Nancy and Robin planning to go to Penhurst and we get another triangle mirror in the ballerina box and the ballerina on front of it also the pink roses on the box itself

Again, the ballerina falls in line with the "performance" theme. A ballerina is a performer, not only that a particular type of feminine performer. Beautiful, graceful, and agile.

Which Robin comments that she is uncomfortable in her "Rose Weaver" outfit:

Which is interesting because you watch Robin get increasingly uncomfortable with the neckline/ribbon itself over her throat as the director talks down to them. Only when Robin stands up for both of them and calls out the directors misogyny (I mean most of what she said was lies but my point still stands), and breaks the performance after Nancy tells her to let her do most of the talking, is when they are able to talk to Victor.

All this puppet/performance imagery reminds me so much of Rosemary's Baby, how Guy Woodhouse spends the entire movie manipulating and deceiving her as if she were a puppet.

Also, random note, but Angela has little pearl like things on her earrings at the rink-o-mania (and blue eye shadow like Tammy and Brenda)

#anywAys #s4 rewatch #robin buckley #rosegate

[beardedmrbean]

Sorry for the rough anon, also I notice people wonder where the rise of racism the past 10 years

I’m only 23 but…

Black Americans can make white supremacists blushed when it comes to racism

Like I keep seeing the hell white people especially men growing up in inner cities black neighborhoods

Thank you for not joining the kkk despite the pos adults and kids who treated you garbage because of your skintone, thank youuuu.

Ugh don’t get me started on how black people (especially) turn in super kkk grand wizards when a black guy dates/marry a white woman…to the point there a whole episode in a FUCKING DISNEY CARTOON about a black boy who only date white girls because he have a fetish

Ooh you could smell the femcel energy there

Also like people wondering how we got shit like the 1619 project and how people think the BP villain Killmonger was right.

Oh no bigoted af black people always exist, it just other blacks used to punch their teeth in and tell them to piss off

But thanks to affirmative action and Marxist infested colleges telling these racist blacks that racism=power + prejudice. They are in full force now in media and institutions

And yeah the magical negreos movie definitely going to flop. You know I thought I would have humbleness and humiliation when I have a privilege in a studio such as focus that owned by Comcast

But nope, you have to be narcissistic as hell to write in Hollywood

>Ugh don’t get me started on how black people (especially) turn in super kkk grand wizards when a black guy dates/marry a white woman

Jordan Pele and Clarence Thomas come to mind for that, Tiger caught some hell too but he was already playing golf which had the community confused enough, like that guy discovering Hockey.

I'm sure I've gone over the struggle the powers that be don't actually want folks to fight but ummmm.

Back in 1969 the racists of tumblr finally had their first meet up, reminding us all they don't care what race the other person is so long as they're racist.

I can 100% do without all the socialism, since that's just going backwards, that and the "Rainbow Coalition" kinda proved that socialism wouldn't be the best option by instead setting up their own charity and organizing it themselves, no government involvement and they got people fed and taken care of. Socialism might have kept us out of Nam but we'd still be at war on a regular basis and honestly the K/D ratio for socialist nations in war is awful.

Some would classify that as socialism, but then that would also make things like the Catholic Church socialist, instead of a charity. (among other things)

Right up till the FBI flooded their neighborhoods with crack.

Tangent over.

But it's insane to see how one of the groups that winds up saying the worst things about black people is other black people, white folks haven't even come up with a new racist insult for them in over a century, haven't needed to just start using whatever they're calling each other.

But thanks to affirmative action and Marxist infested colleges telling these racist blacks that racism=power + prejudice. They are in full force now in media and institutions

Ya, that's because they can't use crack this time and they still need a way to keep people apart, vote blue no matter who dipshits are part of that as well.

Party allegiance for a party that is doing nothing for you, just stop voting for them, find your local version of Lord Buckethead and vote for them, so the people in office know you're still voting just not for them.

This is applicable to republicans that bitch and moan about RINO's but still vote for them as well.

Circling back round we really need to get that class solidarity thing back, because that's where a voting bloc being created will actually be able to accomplish things.

#anonymous

[mxgicthot]

Chapter 0 - the fool

Haleth tries to investigate her cryptic nightmares and Asra knows more than he's letting on.

Tw : A brief mention of blood and gore

A/N : This was supposed to be Haleth's intro to Muriel's route rewrite but I don't think I will ever finish it so I'm just posting what I have here.

The atmosphere was darker than in my previous dream. Here in the Lazaret, under the black trees. A terrible place that holds so much mystery and dark energy, I feel drawn to it. As painful as these dreams are, I need to explore them to find answers. 

I walked along the white sands, the straight path seemed longer this time.  Further I come across a field of corpses, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I need to do this, if I ever wanted to gain my memories back. 

I carry on walking, trying to ignore the horrors before me, the deformed bodies scattered along the shore with red bugs crawling out of them. Tears began to run down my face, blinding me as I continued to pace through the endless amount of trees and brush, I tripped over a root that seemed to rise up by itself to stop my breathless run. I struggled to get back onto my feet. 

It was getting harder to put one foot in front of the other. They were coming. I could feel the dark smokey energy that radiated from them, following and watching my every move. It would never stop chasing me. Whenever I get close to remembering something, they would come out of the shadows and block my way. 

Faster and faster the visions came to me, one after the other, until it seemed as if the very air had come alive. Shadows whirled and danced around me, boneless and terrible. A little girl ran barefoot toward a big house with an arched door... A tiger ran through grass taller than a man. A woman with rotting flesh appeared in front of me, half of her hair was gone and the rest is white and brittle. She extended a hand reaching out to me. 

"No stop…please make it stop!"  I screamed, sobbing into the empty forest around me. Suddenly I felt as if I was being grabbed by both of my shoulders and shaken. Panicking, I tried to push away this new invisible threat. "Let go of me!''

Haleth opened her eyes to see Asra above her. Asra, her mentor - and friend, she reminded herself, as he always reminded her when she tried to call him anything else. His eyes were full of worry and distress. Blinking at the bright light and trying to focus. She sat up fast and felt a sharp pain against her temples, her migrans were returning. 

"WAKE UP! " A loud and familiar voice broke though the darkness, bringing a stream of light to cover me. "Please, come back." The voice was much calmer and softer now. A hand seems to come from the light beckoning me to grab. Hesitantly I grabbed it. It pulled me towards the light and I woke up. 

Asra's fluffy white hair stuck in every direction, which was usually a sign that he had just woken up. "Mmm, Asra?" she asked groggily as she met his gaze and stretched her arms, trying to lighten the stress of the situation. 

His eyes narrowed as he sighed, shifting back a little so she could sit up, carefully watching her movements. "Hey!” Asra started, running his hand through his messy curls. “Are you alright?" 

He reached out instinctively, his hands stopping just short of cradling Haleth's face  “Your… your head. Is it…?”

Haleth gave a small, firm shake of her head "I'm fine. It's just a mild pain." 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked so tired. She gently placed her hand on his arm, "I'm sorry master, I didn't mean to wake you… I had to try again."

Haleth's memories were lost three years ago in a terrible accident, — or at least that is what she was told. She remembers nothing of her past, but lately her dreams have been getting more vivid, more intense and cryptic, and when she woke she was plagued by intense migraines. 

Asra features softened, "Oneiromancy is dangerous when done unsupervised, you know that."

"— It also allows you to gain deep insight into knowledge the dreams may possess…“ Haleth looked straight at him, forcing her gaze to not stray even the tiniest bit from his. ”And understand secrets that are kept consciously hidden." she continued, whispering the last part knowing well that what she was doing was risky. 

As her dreams started to become clearer Haleth began to try and look for clues by revisiting her dreams via oneiromancy. It was difficult at first but it was the only way she could learn more without triggering bad headaches. 

He sighed and gently brushed his hand over her cheek to wipe away her dried tears. "You have grown so much. I don't want you to get hurt." 

“I always have nightmares, especially when you are gone”. She didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, but it was the truth. “They are not as frequent anymore, I need to know their meaning.” she sighed, avoiding Asra's gaze.

His hands fell from her face, and she heard the hurt in his voice. “Forcefully triggering them will only make them worse.”

Haleth felt something soft brushed her arm, and she glanced down to see Mau her familiar, the little tabby cat looked up at her. It put its paw on her arm, and slowly blinked. "Oh look, Mau's finally awake." 

"Haleth, stop deflecting." 

“I know what I'm doing. Trust me.” She kept petting Mau, and the cat eventually laid her head on Haleth's lap, huffing contentedly. “I feel like I'm getting closer to discovering something important.”

They both fell into silence, the sound of the cat purring filled the room. She has always been grateful to Asra for taking care of her when she was unable to care for herself, but she couldn’t not help the feeling that he was keeping secrets from her. 

When it seemed like Mau was asleep in her lap, Haleth looked up at Asra. He was watching her with a distant look in his eyes.

“You're right, there is something on the horizon. I’m afraid that…” He trailed off, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"What are you afraid of?" she asked, staring at him intently, silently hoping that this was the moment where he would open up. 

"I didn't have my morning tea yet, would you like some?" 

Haleth rolled her eyes at him, "Now you're deflecting." 

The only answer Asra had to this direct, pointed jab was a sheepish half-smile and a shake of his head. “Or I’m trying to prevent another one of your headaches.”

"Come on, there's something l need to tell you." 

#Ughh I'm cleaning out my doc's and found this #I didn't proofread this properly. Fuck it we ball #oc : Haleth

[kaishoodiestealer]

Promise: Ray x Mao/Mariah

Note: Starting with one of the most loved straight abd canon pairing of Beyblade Bakuten Shoot series ❤️. It's a snippet from my Ao3 Fanfic called 'The End is Nigh' and I was particularly excited to write it. Hope you all will like it.

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Mariah was sitting at a hilltop, her eyes glimmering with tears as she rubbed her eyes again and again. She loved Ray. She loved him so much that it hurt her heart. But she had also promised herself one thing- that she will never come between Ray and his dreams. How can she be a good lover if she will bind Ray to her? Love isn't a bondage, its a bond that opens up the whole sky to fly freely. If Ray wanted to fly, who was she to stop him? Yes, it worried and hurt her heart that maybe, he will fall in love with someone else.

She scoffed. Of course, why would he love her? She was a reminder of the village anyways, just a village girl, nothing else. She would want someone with an open mind and modern thinking. She was a naive village girl, she wasn't even beautiful! He definitely won't love her-

"Mao?" 

Whipping her head, she cursed in her mind when she saw Ray, and felt the tear marks on her cheeks. Frantically getting up she wiped them and turned to look at him with a smile. "Ray! You didn't leave?" She faked her happiness. 

"Mao, what happened? You didn't even came to see me off. Are you hurt that I'm leaving?" Ray asked with concern lacing his voice, his eyes swirling with sadness and worry for the pink haired friend of his.

A Friend for whom he had feelings. 

It wasn't long that he had figured it out. But when few months back The White Tigers and Blitzkrieg Boys arrived at same time at Tyson's Dojo- which was disastrously hilarious time of their life- he had been watching Mariah nearly tearing Kevin, Daichi and Ian in new one after the three had pranked Kenny and messed with his Laptop.

Surprisingly it was Tala who had pointed it out, just smirking and saying, "I didn't knew you liked pink." And when he asked how Tala knew his feelings, it was Bryan who snorted on his vodka and said, "It is so obvious that you love your pink haired Kitty." And that had made Ray blush, leading into the two taking it as their right to tease him about it at every point.

And ever since then, the pink haired girl of his own village had taken her heart. Maybe his heart was never with himself in first place, maybe she had it always. 

"Oh it's nothing Ray, I just wanted some time alone." Mariah said and looked away, tucking a hair lock behind her ear. Something she did ehen she was nervous.

"Mao.." Ray held her elbow and turned her towards him. "You are lying. What is it? Tell me." Ray demanded, his golden eyes glinting in sun. Mariah felt her breath shortening. Ray looked like the very White Tiger, Baihu, the Protector of their clan. Be it his fair skin or those Golden eyes he—

Her eyes widened, and she gasped internally.

In the hazy midst of a dream, there stood a figure of enchanting allure. Adorned in the resplendent attire of an ancient Chinese outfit, his long hair cascaded like liquid midnight, softly swaying in the ethereal breeze. His Zhishen robe, a pristine canvas of white, bore intricate designs in shimmering gold, each motif dancing in harmony with his every movement. Atop his noble brow rested the majestic Mianguan crown, a symbol of sovereignty and wisdom. Amidst the misty veil of slumber, he stood as a vision of regal elegance, a fleeting embodiment of grace and kindness, giving her a slow smile despite her being unable to see his face.

"Mao?" Ray's eyes widened in worry when he saw Mariah's tears flowing. "Mao!" He shook her worriedly and Mariah blinked, wiping her tears. What did she do? Did she zone out? Whom did she saw? Why was the person in her vision eerily similar to Ray? Why was she feeling this sudden urge to cry and hold Ray?

"I-I'm fine Ray!" Mariah choked out and Ray looked at her with a frown. "You are crying Mari—" "You want to know why I didn't came to see you off, right?" "What?" Ray was stumped by sudden question, thrown off guard. 

Mariah took a deep breath and said, "You want to know why I didn't come to see you off, right??" She repeated, a tear rolling down her cheek. Ray widened his eyes, and his hand reached up, wiping the single tear that rolled down. "Yes, I do.." He said softly, cupping her cheeks. 

Mariah gulped and took a daring step ahead, their chests now touching as her pink glove clad palms enclosed around Ray's black gloved ones. "Ray... Can I ask you something?" She whispered softly and Ray nodded gently. "Do you.. Do you love me?" She asked. She knew very well that Ray was aware of her feelings for him. Her feelings that never extinguished, despite him having left village. Lee always berated her for loving Ray before they made up, but she brushed it off and stood on her ground.

Ray was caught off guard as his breath got stuck in his throat, no words coming out for a while. He stood there silently, holding Mariah's cheek as his white eyes stared in her eyes, which were wavering. Mariah felt her confidence shatter and she tried to take a step back, but Ray's firm hold on her face prevented her to do so. Ray smiled softly and gently caressed her cheekbones with his thumb and peered in her golden eyes.

"Mao... I'm not a fan of Words. I would like to do the action." He smiled softly and tilted her head up, closing his eyes and pressing his lips against hers. Mariah felt her knees buckle as her tears flew rapidly, and she hurriedly wrapped her arms across his neck and his sturdy arms fell around her small waist, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her more deeply, savouring the taste of strawberry on her lips. He tilted his head for more access and kissed her more deeply, nipping at her lower lip with his sharp teeth. 

Mariah let out a yelp at that, and Ray broke their kiss, adjoining their foreheads together as sun shone brightly over them, casting a lovely scenery around them. "I hope you know now..." He breathed out softly, smiling at her lovingly. Mariah nodded rapidly, her tears flowing more and more. "Mao, I promise you. I will return. And when I return.." He took out his Beyblade, and caressed the bitchip of Driger. "I will marry you.." He smiled softly.

Mariah let out a loud teary cry, and lunged forward. Ray yelled in surprise as he felt himself going off balance and he fell on his back, only for Mariah's lips to contact his in a sweet kiss. "I'm yours, Rei." Mariah mumbled shyly between their kiss, and he hugged her tightly, taking off her head scarf in process. "Ray!" Mariah gasped and tried taking her scarf back.

"Nuh-uh!" Ray shook his head and held her scarf up. "It's your token, I want you stronger than ever and face me in Tournament, okay?" He asked softly and her cheeks turned red as she nodded, and slowly laid her head on his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat.

"I love you Ray.." 

"I love you as well, My Little Mao.."

*author squealing in fan moment*

#ray kon #mariah wong #mao chen #bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade #beyblade g revolution #beyblade v force #relationship quotes #relationship imagine #bladebreakers #white tigers

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Heard of Puppeter (PS3)? If not, well the summary is(pulled this from Wikipedia) “The story occurs in a concave world representing Earth's Moon, inhabited by pseudo-folkloric characters: the first half on the dark side of the Moon, and the second half on the Earthward side. Its premise states that the world's ruler, the Moon Goddess, was overthrown by her subordinate, Little Bear, when the latter seized her 'Black Moonstone' and the magic scissor-set 'Calibrus', and declared himself 'Moon Bear King'. Throughout the game, each of his twelve generals (the animals of the Chinese zodiac) has set part of the moon-world in disorder: each holding a portion of the Goddess' 'White Moonstone.’ The player-character 'Kutaro' is one of many children whose souls were spirited away from Earth in their sleep and changed into animated wooden puppets to be enslaved in the King's mobile fortress, Castle Grizzlestein. After having his head pulled off and his soul devoured by the Moon Bear King, Kutaro is found in the dungeons by the Goddess's cat, Ying Yang, who leads him to his current mistress, the Moon Witch Ezma Potts. Potts, who is secretly planning overthrow the Moon Bear King herself, orders Kutaro to sneak into the throne room and capture the magic pair of scissors Calibrus. This weapon allows Kutaro to dispel the King's magic and defeat his puppets to release the souls within, allowing them to escape back to Earth. When the Witch demands the scissors, they adhere to Kutaro, and she allows him to use Calibrus to oppose the twelve generals. During the defeat of the first (General Tiger), Kutaro rescues Pikarina, Princess of the Sun, whom the Moon Bear King had captured. Under Potts' guidance, Kutaro and Pikarina venture to the various realms of the moon, to vanquish each general in turn: the Moonwood Forest guarded by Rat and Snake, the Moonshine Sea patrolled by Pig and Sheep, the Wild Wastes trampled by Bull and Horse, Hallowee-Ville controlled by Dog and Monkey, and the Land of Time conquered by Rabbit and Rooster, ultimately facing off against Dragon. When the White Moonstone is re-assembled, Potts revealed to be as the Moon Goddess as she transforms back; but is instantly trapped by the Moon Bear King, and must be rescued by Kutaro. Propelled thereto by a cannon, Kutaro and Pikarina disable Castle Grizzlestein and reduce the Moon Bear King to his former shape of Little Bear, who surrenders the Black Moonstone in exchange for Kutaro's friendship, and restores Kutaro's head. All the twelve Generals are resurrected and converted from evil to good; and Kutaro, accompanied by Calibrus and Ying Yang, returns to Earth.” So the very reason I brought this up is cause uhhh, you think you can make it AU for twst here?

Hmmm... As per see... I have a hard time understanding this... But it lowkey reminds me of that Sonic and king Arthur game, so at best, I tried to cook out an Au that is inspired by the 2.

Bear with me anon... I'm dumb :'3

Say a moon kingdom... But since we are dealing with the afterlife motifs, I say something else: a kingdom that can be manually accessed only from the moon, otherwise with the help of magical scissors called keys. These scissors were made out of a special metal called Starlight platinum, which made them all the more powerful, for they have to be infused with pure light moon energy in order to function as a gateway in between the moon kingdom and the earth.

Now... What is Light moon energy? (LME for short) It's pure energy that the moon lands generate over the souls that have made peace with their death, as such, their afterlife is short lived if not bearly a few seconds as they can fully rest and their energy to become distant stars.

It's opposite force, meant to have balance, it's the Dark moon energy (DME for short) that is cultivated on the dark side of the moon, where vengeful spirits and those filled by dark/evil thoughts are punished until they get destroyed. As such, it's a very volatile energy, which can quickly consume the poor of will. LME is it's only cure, but at the same time, both are on same power level as long as they are in balance.

Now, who's living in this place? Well... Moon people and creatures alike. They all depend on the moon energy balance, as such they can do some small magic, enough to help them with their day to day life.

But it all seemed to change once the 'dark era' began. An overtake of DME, overtaking by force the lighted side of the moon. As such there was an imbalance and less stars seem to be born, despite peaceful spirits coming in like they did all these years ago.

But! We need to meet our protagonist after all~ :3

We are following Malleus, a pretty normal guy... He's a bit introverted, a bookworm and is absolutely mesmerising until he opens his mouth and spurs his undying love towards gargoyles. :'3

One day, he is involved in an accident, where he manages to survive, but Sebek, Lilia and Silver don't. That's tho, when strange things happen.

One guy with fire hair and all clocked in darkness came up and declared that Malleus should have died, since his 'clock' stopped ticking. But another guy started fighting the first one. Of course, not wanting to fucking die, Malleus helps out the 2nd guy and as such he is whisked away to the moon kingdom, helping the said guy that saved him, who also explains that the one who wanted to kill him was Idia, one of the 6 moon generals, right hands of the evil Dark moon emperor. To instaurate a 'propaganda' of balance, 3 of the generals (Riddle, Vil and Kalim) are LME bearers, while the rest (Idia, Leona and Azul) are DME bearers. They regin over their assigned districts of the kingdom and since they came to power, there was an unbearable regime.

And as such, Malleus is guided by his misterious helper, uncovering the moon ring. An aincent weapon that is meant to wield both LME and DME, as such the ring was only entrusted to royalty and/or legendary heroes. The ring can transform into various weapons and also it gives Malleus the immunity of not having your life slowly sucked away, as here only the moon people and souls could live. Humans die after a while if not protected by a charm or in this case: the ring. (basically pretty lil outfits for each district)

As such, Malleus begins his adventure, in hopes that he could bring justice and also help Silver, Lilia and Sebek to pass away peacefully.

Now! I really thought about it from a video-game perspective, which tbh, it would be a fun game.

At base, it would have pretty simple mechanics, walk around, interact with the locals of each district(levels) and solve a puzzle that will take you to the district ruler(the boss of each level).

The levels, in question are as follows:

Artsristua district

A district for beauty and fine arts, where souls who dealt in their past life with problems regarding their image are taught how to accept their inner beauty and pass away without a worry. Definitely the easiest to access district, with Malleus's task being to mingle into the backstage staff of Vil, the district leader's show. As such Malleus has to wonder and talk with a lot of people or find sum stuff in order to please everyone and gain himself a spot inside.

Vil's boss fights is more of the tutorial, the tutorial itself being introduced via hunged signboards that our misterious helper is showing to us via the lighting bridge above the stage. Vil's gimmick, despite being a tutorial boss, is a bit tricky. You have to listen to his boss fight music in order to see when he attacks. At first, you might be tempted to attack the singers, but if you do, you allow Vil to have blind spots, in which he can attack you by surprise. The tutorial also says that, as such there's only 1 blind spot when Vil can choose weather to attack or not.

Fantasy district

A place where souls of children venture and pass away happily after they have one more successful playtime. The district itself looks like a mad land, where logic is abruptly left aside. In here, Malleus has to play 3 minigames in order to entertain the children and gain the attention of Riddle, the ruler. Those 3 games are: A game of freeze tag, hide and seek and a life-size magic chess. Once Malleus meets Riddle, his boss fight commences if Malleus makes him angry. Which is pretty easy. :'3

As for the fight itself, Riddle's has 2 stages: Stage 1, where he retains his flowery appearance and only summons 4 guards to protect him: Deuce and Ace, who work as the first pair. Ace defends while Deuce attacks and they switch in between. To defeat them, you have to knock out the attacker and inflict damage on them. As such they are forced to switch until one takes the finishing blow and both have to retreat. Next is Trey and Cater, who have the same gimmick, but more difficult. Stage 2 is when Riddle actually reveals his true colors and you have an epic swordfight with his true form, a fire monster, all in the middle of a ring of flames. Riddle would summon obstacles for Malleus, but alas, once he's dizzy, you can inflict quite a lot of damage in 1 hit.

Seaborne district

More like the very wierd district, which is underwater. Malleus has to get a mer potion, which he steals from Riddle, as such, he gets to explore the underwater kingdom. It's pretty easy to see Azul's grotto, the district leader, but after seeing him and realising his intentions, despite Malleus never getting a peek about who's he's dealing with, Azul puts his henchmen, Jade and Floyd to individually fight Malleus. If he defeats them, Azul will get mad and finally get out of his grotto, revealing that he is a gigantic octopus mer.

As for his boss fight, Azul attacks from multiple sides and also has the foul habit of punching in void with his tentacles. The gimmick is to dodge him until you find a piece of teary eye coral, which you can throw in his face and make him cry, thus vulnerable enough so you can land a few hits.

An important note is that after Azul's fight, he begs of Malleus, telling him that he's doing a big mistake, that he is doing the dirty work of someone else and that he shouldn't defeat them, for they lose their powers and leave the capital castle, where the ruler of the whole kingdom is, defenseless.

Malleus, rightfully is taken aback by this sudden, desperate, approach, but the misterious helper wasn't with him in here, yet they warned that Azul was sly and 2 faced. So he takes it with a grain of salt, saying the he shouldn't trust him. Surprisingly, Azul admits that he is not to be trusted, that he always wanted to gain something out of his deals, but now, now he is so desperate, to the point he gives to Malleus his shell pendant, his sign of status, telling Malleus that the shell is a protective pendant. And it will protect Malleus on his journey. Again, Azul begs of him that it was still not too late to give up on this, but ultimately he lets Malleus go, despite still being very capable to put out another fight.

Sunrise district

A district full of rabid and aggressive spirits, this district is rough and you had to be tough and show no mercy if you wanted to crawl alive out of it. In here, Malleus has to steal different uniforms of police grades via ambushing the people in question. This is how he comes to see face to face with the 2nd puzzle, Ruggie and Jack. In order for Jack to let you pass, you had to bring him something that proves the grade of uniform you have on. As for Ruggie? He doesn't wanna make an extra walk so he asks to find for him a deluxe meat sandwich. Once you gain both of them's approval, you finally meet Leona. :3

And Leona is a very tricky boss. He uses sand to make copies of himself, put obstacles in between him and Malleus and inflict immense amounts of damage via heavy attacks. He, tho, has a weak spot only when he is casting those heavy attacks, so you have to make sure you have a clear way to attack him when he does that.

Unlike Azul, where there it wasn't Malleus's helper so he talked to Malleus directly, Leona straight out addresses to the helper, ignoring Malleus, berating it for choosing such an idiot to do the dirty work. Malleus is taken aback, but Leona charges up a last power attack, which Malleus parrays and Leona ends up unconscious, unable to disclose anything anymore.

You see, that's also when Malleus's doubts start to form.

Manosi district

The richest district, full of luxury from left to right. In here, Malleus surprisingly is welcomed with open arms by the ruler, Kalim, who kindly invites him over for diner. Malleus's puzzle in here was mostly to keep a nice appearance and make the right hand of the ruler, Jamil, to trust him.

Except that the boss battle is Jamil himself, who wants to protect Kalim from the danger that Malleus poses. As such, we get a very epic fight against basilisk Jamil. The trick to defeating him is by defeating Kalim.

Even after the defeat tho, Kalim is accepting his defeat graciously and tells Malleus that he welcomed him because he saw Azul's pendant and knew that Azul put his trust in Malleus making the right decision.

Ceasornic district

In here we re-meet Idia, as this district is only ruled by machines, the tall middle tower being where Idia is residing. In order to reach Idia, Malleus had to make his way through various puzzles and disarm machineries. He also finds Idia in the middle of what one would call a ceremony ritual, him looming over a piedestal with a small pocket watch on it. The watch was ticking and Idia was mumbling how it still had long to go, even so, he couldn't possibly handle the moment it stops. When Malleus comes, Idia halts and immediately tells Malleus that he has an offer for him: He has the souls of Silver, Lilia and Sebek. They died pre-maturely, so Idia came to take care of them until their clocks would've finally stopped and they were ready to pass on. But, Idia could also do various things with those souls, including reincarnating them.

That's when the battle starts, with Idia keeping his distance from Malleus. In here, Malleus has 4 different stages: stage 1 where Malleus gets to retrieve Sebek's watch, stage 2, where he retrieves Silver's, stage 3,where he gets Lilia's and stage 4, where he gets the 4th watch, the one Idia initially holded on the piedestal.

This fight ends with Idia absolutely desperate to retrieve the 4th watch, as that one was of an actual living human. Malleus didn't have any right to tamper with lives of others, neither did Idia. He reveals that he can summon the watches and could only watch them. There are rules in this place. Rules that are meant so that no one could play god. And right now, Idia accuses Malleus that he is a mere human, one who thinks he has every right to waltz inside and fiddle with the balance of everything. But still, if what the other leaders told him was right, maybe Malleus was simply just a pawn. He begs for the 4th watch, as it's everything he wants. He offers to give Malleus his power he offers everything, just give him the watch.

Taken aback, Malleus looks at the 4th watch, noticing that on the side it was engraved a name: Ortho Shroud. He knew the boy. It was a middle school kid that would always come to the library when Malleus happened to also be there. He didn't knew too much, but he wanted to give up the watch, as it wasn't needed.

But Malleus's 'helper', tho, tells Malleus that Idia is lying and bluffing so he would show mercy. As such, they insist on Malleus destroying the watch.

Malleus tho, keeps the watch in his pocket, along with Lilia's, Sebek's and Silver's. And tells Idia that once he is finished with saving this place, he will return the watch back. Idia yells at him that he is not saving anything, that he's a mindless puppet that listens to that monster, but the 'helper' shuts Idia up with a spell.

In the end, we get to the palace, where, surprisingly, no emperor was there. Malleus is confused, but that's when the 'helper' reveals their true colors, as the dark overlord, who needed a human that cheats death in order to harness the power of the moon ring and gain access to the throne.

Basically Malleus did the bidding of the actual dark emperor he initially swore to defeat. The emperor wanted to destroy Malleus, now that they got to the peak of their power, but Azul's shell pendant protects him, cracking up and crumbling apart from the immense power.

Only now realising the actual situation, Malleus sets to make his record straight and fix his mistake, by taking on the dark emperor and using all the power and knowledge he had gained through this adventure.

In the end, the dark emperor is defeated and the generals are given back their powers. When meeting again with Malleus, they are glad that finally, the threat of the dark emperor doesn't hang upon their kingdom anymore. As such, with the moon ring still on his finger, Malleus was almost crowned king, but he denies. He wanted Lilia, silver and Sebek back. That's why he got involved in this mumbo-jumbo in the first place.

But his wish cannot come true. As the 3 watches stopped ticking, meaning the 3 souls came in peace and passed away. Malleus is devastated, but in the end, Kalim is the one that gives him his pair of scissors, telling Malleus that he deserves to live, for their sake. To make them proud by becoming the best version of himself. He tells Malleus that the scissors are now his, so that he could visit them anytime. The ring also was his and they hope that one day, Malleus will raise to be the hero he, himself, wanted to be.

In the end, Idia is the one that guides Malleus back, the latter returning Ortho's watch along with the other 3. But Idia denies the other 3, telling to Malleus that he should keep them, as a reminder for what he strives to be and who he wants to make proud.

In the end, Malleus is back to his normal life and he's happy with it... :3

#twisted wonderland #asks :3

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Sandy Skies Ahead

Wonderland

The Savannah

Completely Under Your Love

What’s Real and What’s Not

Coffin Azul hasn't let go of me since I agreed to be his girlfriend. The only time I get to be by myself is when I shower or change in or out of clothes. He stays by my side if I don't remind him to go away enough or starts to go back into his habits of force-feeding me. It's like he's my shadow within a person.

"Yuu, what's wrong?" Ace asks, breaking my train of thought.

"Nothing, I'm just tired, that's all," I respond, eating my breakfast. "I think Crowley is calling me."

"Ok, I'll see you later," Ace solemnly says, trying to be happy.

I walk into the Mirror Chamber and find Crowley in there.

"What's the problem?" I ask as Crowley fidgets around with the smaller mirrors.

"It seems that something is wrong with the mirror. I can't send you in there until it's fixed," Crowley responds, swiping the mirror again. "By the way, Jamil and Kalim wanted to see you about something."

"Ah, ok. I'll be getting on then."

I walk to the Hall of Mirrors and enter Scarabia's dorm mirror. Orange sparkles surround me, and I wake up in a nice bed with red silks.

"Where are we- Gr-oh my fucking God, you're a tiger!" I yell, sitting up and noticing Grim's large orange and black body.

"NYAH! I AM HUGE!" Grim yells, roaring as he gets up on the bed.

"We're in the mirror's stories, aren't we?" I ask, noticing me wearing the red outfit that Jasmine wears. "Which, if I'm correct, means that Jamil is about to take over and kill Kalim!"

"My princess, your brother has requested you," Jamil says, opening the door. "May I add that you look lovely today."

"Thank you, Jafar," I reply, getting up and nodding at Jamil. "By the way, how old are you?"

"I'm 17, my lady. The stress sometimes adds age onto my face-God do I wish your brother was dead!" Jamil snaps, making me stare in shock. "Sorry, princess."

"Have you ever tried telling him how you feel? There's no point hating him if he doesn't even know what he did wrong. Besides, you know Kalim is happy-go-lucky and clueless he couldn't tell a woman is pregnant unless he saw her giving birth," I say, petting Grim before stepping out the door. "You should come with me."

I grab Jamil's hand and make him follow me to Kalim's room. My brother turns around and shows me a tray of chocolate chip cookies that are warm.

"Tadah! I wanted to surprise you both for all the hard work you do for me!" Kalim exclaims, hugging Jamil and me. "Thank you for telling me how you felt, Jamil! I promise you won't live in my shadow ever again!"

Jamil cries as he eats Kalim's cookie, and suddenly everything fades into white. I wake up on the ground with Jamil kissing me on the lips. I knee him in the crotch, making him yowl.

"Jamil, what the hell?!" I scream, sitting up with Grim on my chest.

"Ah! Damn, your knees are hard!" Jamil groans, holding his crotch.

"Jamil was trying to perform CPR on you. We found you on the ground when we walked into the common room!" Kalim explains, running to Jamil.

"Why would you perform CPR on a person whose heart is still beating?!" I ask, putting Grim in my arms.

"I told you CPR wasn't supposed to be used on passed-out people!" Jamil yells toward Kalim.

"It worked in Sleeping Beauty and Snow White!" Kalim rebuttals, getting huffy about it.

"Number one, those are fairytales! Number two, it was the kiss that broke their curses, not CP-fucking R!" Jamil shouts, standing up and limping onto the couch. "Damn, are you one stupid bitch!"

"Well...you're a snake bastard!" Kalim yells back.

"Never denied it, sweetie!" Jamil yells in return.

"Alright, enough! What did you two invite me here for?!" I shout, making them stop fighting.

"We wanted you to taste our cooking. Jamil has a new cookie recipe he wants you to taste, and Kalim wants you to taste the ice cream someone sent him," Azul explains, coming out of a shadowy corner.

"Ah, I see you've decided to get up in shady business again," I comment, looking at the now-normal Azul.

"Oh, quite the contrary. I'm only here for your services. You see I need your period blood for a potion I'm trying to make. I give you menstruation products and the best remedies for anything menstruation-related, and you give me your blood. Is that a deal?" Azul explains, pulling out a golden sheet of paper with clauses about our deal.

"Azul, no! Furthermore, this is a creepy new low for you! I'm not giving you my period blood anytime soon! Besides, you have to wait till next month to get it!" I reply, becoming annoyed by the chaos going on.

"SO, what you're telling me is that you've recently had your period and that there are remains of it in the trash?"

"No! And if I see you rummaging around in my trash like a raccoon, I'll turn you into takoyaki!"

Azul smirks and runs away, leaving me to sigh on the ground.

"I'll be back to taste your cooking later. I'm going to make sure that octopus bastard isn't in my trash," I say, waving goodbye to Jamil and Kalim. "Grim, what are you pawing at?"

"Look at the key with a lamp on it! It's so shiny, plus look at the mist around it," Grim mewls, pawing at the keychain near my thigh. "So...SHINY!!"

"Grim, stop! You'll get your claws got in my pants again!" I groan, trying to pull him away from my pants. "Besides, that can't be a real key. We can only access those by going through the Dark Mirror. Not only that, but there was no problem for me to resolve. Everything solved itself on its own."

"So? The mirror has been acting weird for a while. Maybe it's finally going easy on us after seeing what happened last time."

"Maybe, you know what, I'll take this as a stroke of luck today,"

We walk back to Ramshackle and find someone has entered my bathroom.

"Azul, get out of my trash!" I scream, making the octopus boy jump and look for a way out. "There's no way out but this door!"

He moves from side to side, and I do the same thing. Then he fakes a right and jumps out my window.

"Azul, are you ok?!" I yell, looking at his body from below.

"Call an ambulance..." Azul moans, holding his right leg.

#twst wonderland fanfic #twst wonderland #twst fairytale jumper au #azul x yuu #ace trapolla #azul ashengrotto #dire crowley #jamil viper #kalim al asim

[robotstrategy]

Recalled • Part 1 • 4 - Roland

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Life is tough when your own body wants to reject itself, your brain wants nothing to do with your body, your body wants nothing to do with your brain, and your brain wants nothing to do with itself. When, what can be assumed to be like, a tithe front temporal lobe mixed with in other brain parts of a manipulative train-wreck, things won't work too well.

After trying to stab himself with a fork Roland has been admitted to the facility’s Psych Ward, he has to be force fed and isolated as he’s trying every way to hurt himself. He doesn’t want to be here, yet he does, it’s all so confusing to him when nothing wants to work together, so he wants the easy way out.

“It's not like I haven’t died before, just let me down easy and I’ll be out of your way.” He tells the nurses. 

“I’m sorry Roland, that’s not how it works here, you’re wanted alive and it will stay that way.” She says back. They all say stuff like that he can even hear it from the other rooms, it’s all in that unmoving voice, the same unmoving voice he’s heard before, the fake weird emotion in it that pulled him apart and put him back together.

“You’re just like them aren’t you, you want me to put on that damn poker face and walk to my death unfazed, well guess what, it was too early then and it’s too early now, I don’t want to be here.” Roland paused, then muttered. “If you really wanted me happy, you should’ve just lobotomized me.”

The woman tears up a bit. “I suppose I’ll just leave you alone then.” Roland suddenly freaks out, he knows that if she leaves they’ll monitor him more on the cameras. It makes him feel like he’s back at Happy Jack Harvest Camp which he so desperately craves yet is ultimately afraid of. 

“Please don’t leave!” he yells. “I swear, I won't talk to you like that again, I’ll be good I promised, JUST DON’T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!”    

As the nurse touches the door, she looks back to Roland who is bedridden, weighted cuffs on his wrists and ankles make it so he tries to move he’ll just topple over. Sighing, she goes back over to him grabbing a key from her pocket, but before she does anything she holds his forearms together criss crossing them.

“You will be on your best behaviour, you understand me?”

Roland nodded as she unlocked his wrist cuffs, holding onto him firmly she leads him out to the corridor which leads to a curtained common room. Everything is white and light gray much like in his room and much like the surgical room in the Harvest Camp, it makes him uneasy. Yet there’s others here, kids just like him who got recalled and aren’t dealing with it well. There’s also sprinkles of colour all throughout the room, from the toys in the corner, the books of the bookshelf, and the crayons sitting at a table that Roland has been led to. 

“I want you to draw something, I’d say draw anything but I know how some of you are, nothing inappropriate.” The nurse tells him.

Trying to ignore all the eyes that fall on him from around the table he picks up a teal, blue, gray, black, and brown crayon. Putting his fist to his cheek to think for a moment he looks back down to his paper and draws some sharks, a tiger shark, a great white and hammerhead. After adding more details and finally being satisfied with his work he looks back up to see the others eyeing his art.

“I like that one, what’s it called?” One of the Recalls asked, pointing to the tiger shark.

“I-It’s a tiger shark.” Roland mumbled.

“It reminds of a boy from the graveyard, what’s his name again? I can’t remember, I know he had a tattoo like that though, and he had a scar on his face, it looked like he got caught in an explosion.” Another Recall added. 

All the other’s looked at the Recall funny before Roland butted in. “I had a shark tattoo like and I did make it to the graveyard, I didn’t know anyone else with a shark tattoo like it, I guess maybe someone was brought in after I was unwound.”

“What is the graveyard?” Another one asks. 

“It’s an Airplane Graveyard out in Arizona, all the unwinds from refugee centers eventually make it there by plane, we would have stayed there until eighteen if the raid didn’t come.” A girl from the other side of the room says playing with one of those put to shape in the right hole toys. All the toys are very childish, but after all aren’t they all just scared children.

“Raid? I was unwound before that happened.” Roland acknowledged, now facing the girl. 

“Hmm, I guessing your the kid who never made it back, I got there after the incident happened.” The girl said. 

“The kid? No- if I- there was two others with me, one of them, god I can’t remember his name, he was set to be unwound after me.” Roland explained.

“Two boys and a girl went out with the admiral, and one boy and girl made it back, the boy had a new arm, with a shark tattoo” The second Recall explained.

Roland couldn’t believe it, not only had the boy never been unwound he had somehow made it back to the graveyard with the great possibility of now owning Roland’s old arm. ‘Fine, let him have it,’ He thinks. ‘It’s one less burden in this godforsaken place.’

“Apparently I lost the parts of my brain which had my memories, I can’t remember anything outside of here.” Another Recall added while covering their entire piece of paper in black crayon.

“That’s scary! Are you even going back to your parents? How long will you even be here?” Another one questioned.

The other one tears up, “I don’t know, I don’t even know who my parents are, they keep trying to do tests on me and I just can't seem to remember anything. I don’t what my parents are even like, I apparently have a twin brother, but he wasn’t unwound like I was, what if he’s competitive, what if our parents pit us against each other when I come back?” As the Recall starts going hysterical a nurse pulls him back from the table and guides him back to his room. 

There’s some silence for a bit until the girl in the corner stops playing with the toys and comes over to the table, before sitting down she black piece of paper and crumples it up, going over to the bins at the front of the common room she stands between the recycling bin and the trash, it takes her a moment but she eventually decides to throw it in the trash. 

“Why did you do that Angela? The paper goes in the recycling.” A nurse tells her.

Angela looks back towards the nurse, before looking up to remember something.

“Back at the graveyard there was the question of ‘would you rather die or be unwound?’” She recalls. “Most people said that they would rather die, so I am doing the boy a service by not recycling his things.”

“It was Hayden who said something like that, wasn’t it?” Roland had remembered Hayden yet he could not remember the boy, but whatever, if he remembers correctly Hayden was a blond-haired boy with braces and he liked Spam. On harder days in the basement Hayden made it easier for him, he just had to give the boy a can of Spam and he’d be fed. It was harder with Mai and the boy, who he now remembers was a bit stubborn, there was a girl with him, he can’t see her too well in his memory. She’s just horrified, he doesn’t know why, she just has a baby with her, and then she doesn’t, there in a big warehouse with a bunch of other unwinds, on a random night while knocking the boy a bit he follows her into the bathroom and…

Roland picks up his paper and without thinking puts it in the recycling bin, he then goes back over to the nurse that brought him.

“Can I go back now?” He asks her.

Not seeing how much he’s upset himself over a memory, the nurse smiles at him. “Of course. You’ve done very well today, it was brave of you to come out here.”

Going back to the room Roland feels awful about himself again, they’ve given him back his wrist cuffs so there’s no point in trying to hurt himself, he’ll be more inconvenienced by the weight of them if he even tried. So he just lies down, his bed is probably the only comforting thing about this sterile place, there’s music softly playing in the background, it’s too low for Roland to understand any of the lyrics, but that’s okay, because he’s rather not pick up anything dark in them right now.

#unwind dystology #unwind #unwind fanfic #unwind series #roland taggart #sequel fic

[unlimitedhorsepower]

I’ve seen some discussion on the fact that Subaru’s character calls back to Super Sentai, and it’s well-known that the character designer of Tiger & Bunny, Masakazu Katsura, is a big fan of Super Sentai.

Amongst the new designs, however, Thomas’ inspiration has been brought up less, and maybe this is entirely a coincidence, but it doesn't feel totally impossible to me that his design would be inspired by Super Sentai as well.

The multiple constellation references of Tiger&Bunny aside (all of them are for an another post), notably Kotetsu and Barnaby represent the constellation Orion. In the start slide of s2, you can see Orion with one green and one pink star. Orion is often depicted in combat with the constellation of Taurus, the very same Thomas has gotten his surname from Subaru’s first name, on the other hand, is the Japanese name for Pleiades, a star cluster within Taurus.

With that in mind, I looked at Uchu Sentai Kyuranger which features the Kyurangers, a team themed after constellations, originally aired from 2017 to 2018. Their Red Ranger named Lucky is the first ranger to have an enhanced form with a different colour from their default, because it turns out that he’s descended from the legendary warrior Orion, which gives him an alternative White Ranger form. It’s not the constellation he primarily references, however, because his own constellation is Leo.

It seems significant considering that Subaru and Thomas reference Kotetsu and Barnaby respectively, whereas the callback to Ryan seems more of a funny coincidence, even if Ryan’s character traits thematically exists between Kotetsu and Barnaby in many ways (also visually, but something for an another post).

It all could be a funny coincidence, but I digress: the T&B wiki references a Power Ranger for the colour change Subaru goes through, but I think it’s interesting for Lucky to be the first Super Sentai on record to have two different colour forms.

Either way, to find any possible inspiration for Thomas, I was looking for a ranger that fits the colour scheme of his hero suit, silver/white.

The Silver Ranger of Kyurangers is called Naga Ray, and he references the constellation Ophiuchus (the reason for the name Naga).

Visually, I think he has much in common with Thomas, not only having very similar hair and the same colour scheme in his civilian wear, you could argue that the snake on his helmet looks somewhat similar to the “T” on Thomas’ hero suit. (Or maybe I’ve just been looking at this for too long.)

Naga is an extra-terrestrial human from a planet from where they have all given up their emotions to become stoics (Thomas is rather stoic as well), and he left his home planet to learn about emotions. Interestingly, he has a partner called Balance, a techno-organic mechanical organism who references the constellation Libra, and the eventual Gold Ranger.

He felt Balance is the key for him to learn emotions, which is why they travel (and steal things from the evil organization of the show as thieves) together.

His special ability is that he can paralyze others while holding eye contact with them, during which his eyes are a vivid green (with slit pupils), much like Thomas’ eye colour.

In the picture above, Naga Ray is depicted alongside his Silver Ranger form Hebitsukai Silver, the third form being Hebitsukai Metal: it’s what he changes into after being brainwashed by a villain. In this form, he’s not only able to paralyze people, but he can control them bodies, which reminds me of the way Thomas was shown to control other people’s bodies in the finale.

I also think it’s interesting that once Naga’s emotions awaken, his home system sends a woman named Echidna to kill him. She’s portrayed by the same actor (all the people from the system have the same face due to not having emotions). She’s named after Echidna, a half-woman half-snake from Greek mythology.

Thomas, of course, has his little sister Ruby, who I think will come up in cour 2...

Initially Echidna helps the Kyurangers escape from the brainwashed Naga and a bigger villain, but then renounces them as awful for leading Naga to develop emotions, while Naga’s partner Balance vows to protect him.

Brainwashed Naga almost causes Echidna to shoot herself with her own gun by using his abilities, but the Kyurangers save her. It seems that Balance and Lucky die in the battle, and Echidna points that the Kyurangers hesitating to take action is what caused this. However, Balance and Lucky are actually only unconscious and fighting the corruption in Naga’s mind and eventually free him.

Echidna decides to not to go through with eliminating Naga and even if she considers emotions useless, she agrees that the Kyurangers are strong due to their emotions. This sort of reminds me of the whole “buddy heroes are stronger for their bonds, not weaker” as Yuri already learned (and yes, it’s nothing significant because it’s a very common trope). She then urges Naga to save the universe and leaves.

Of course, all of that could be a coincidence, even some visual similarities Naga and Thomas have, but I think it’s somewhat likely to have Ruby return as a villain of some sort, especially given the fact that Ouroboros consciously recruits orphans like Nikolai Brahe and the unsolved plot thread of the Nemo Children.

It’s also entirely possible that Ruby could’ve developed a NEXT power like Thomas, even if she didn’t have any at the time. Of course, like Balance (and Lucky and the rest of the Kyurangers), it would make sense for Subaru and the heroes to have Thomas’ back if anything similar happened.

They already supported Thomas when he lost control of himself and started beating the shit out of that criminal with a gun after he shot the civilian. Reading about Echidna made me visualize a scene in which Thomas interferes in some villain activity and a helmet is knocked off, revealing it to be Ruby. I think he would be too shocked to be able to catch her- Would he try to skip sides and seemingly “betray” the heroes to try save his sister?

This would also require Subaru to fully trust him, which would again prove the magic of friendship power of the bonds they make while having a buddy hero partner. Thomas is also a fan of L.L. Audun, who’ll definitely come up, so this could be maybe used to tie him into vigilantism things even further beyond the way he beat up that criminal?..

It would also make sense that since he’s similar to Barnaby, they may have to try to win people back over by divulging his sad backstory to the media (which would put him a similar position as Barnaby, whose sad backstory is also public). I’m not sure what Jungle is planning, since they’re definitely trying to make Thomas into something...

After all, they seemingly sabotage Subaru (his wrist band didn’t go off and alert him heroes are needed) and have very much relegated him into a support role, but if anything happened I think by now Subaru would know better than to act rashly and be frustrated with Thomas. Maybe something similar as to when Kotetsu found Barnaby’s pin in Maverick’s office?..

I imagine there’ll also be a timeskip of some sort (at least enough so that everyone will heal from their injuries), so Ruby too would be older by cour 2 as well, I think an Ouroboros-raised Ruby with NEXT powers would definitely be interesting!

It’s fun to speculate about all of it anyhow. It’s not too long till we’ll see what’ll happen in cour 2 and if Ruby will come up! I definitely think she’ll be important in some way, but I wonder if they'll make her an adversarial force or more of a maiden in distress.

Also, just a disclaimer, I know absolutely nothing about Super Sentai, I just ended up looking at Naga’s wiki page and finding it funny to think about in relation to Thomas.

#tiger and bunny #t&b2 #thomas taurus #ruby taurus #i had a migraine today so i decided to write this. #why? because. i had a migraine and i get really fucking bored laying down #the initial thought was maybe 2 months ago or smth

[nanakibh]

What’s in the box? An ominous sentient rock.

Cracking the last line of Demyx’s character file solves everything. (I think.)

“In that case, aren’t I more cut out for lugging stuff around? Oh yeah, what is it that person used to say all the time? Something about a guiding key? Come to think of it, wasn’t something guiding me?”

From the FF Wiki...

In the early Final Fantasy games being made a Warrior of Light by a crystal was shown in heroic light, but in the Fabula Nova Crystallis series the equivalent fate of a l'Cie reflects a more sinister state, calling the person's free will into question.

Final Fantasy Agito XIII is part of the Fabula Nova Crystallis like Final Fantasy Versus XIII, which Verum Rex is based on. In the Type-0/Agito series, the people believe that the Crystal will continue to guide them down the right path as long as they follow its divine will, so they tell each other “May the Crystal guide you.”

In KH3, Luxord says that he was told that the box contains “hope.” The Crystals are frequently referred to as “beacons of hope.” The Crystals are the embodiment of light and serve as symbols of hope to humanity.

In the Type-0/Agito series, the Crystals will choose someone with a “strong heart” to become a l’Cie in order to protect them. It communicates with the l’Cie telepathically and no one else can hear its voice, so it’s the l’Cie’s job to do as it instructs and convey the Crystal’s will to others.

The l’Cie stones offer a lot of insight into what it means to be a l’Cie. They’re all really interesting, imo.

A l'Cie Stone acquired in the Cetme District. Last Words: White Tiger l'Cie Theo For twenty years, I served my country as a soldier in the Militesi Army. At the age of 35, however, it dawned to me that I might better serve the empire by protecting our beacon of hope and thus ensuring its light may guide our nation forever more. Now cognizant of the truth about this world, though, I know our Crystal will only truly be safe from harm once all of Orience is united under the emblem of the White Tiger—and I believe I have found the one man who can accomplish such an incredible task. I have fulfilled my role, and the future of our world rests in his hands.

I like this one a lot because the “truth of the world” Theo was referring to is the fact that the war had ended the world before.

In the original concept of Agito XIII, anyone who attended Akademeia would have been able to make a “blood pact” with the Vermilion Bird Crystal to receive blessings such as weapons and powers. This is shown in the first Agito XIIi trailer when Ace enters the Crystal’s room and presses his thumb to a pedestal which lights up the gears around the room. A set of cards then appear on the pedestal for him to take.

A l’Cie’s Focus is called a “role” in Japanese. It’s the same word they use in Back Cover when the MoM assigns roles to all of his apprentices. One would assume that he had a role of his own.

Demyx's current state could be a result of him being away from the Crystal. L’Cie turn into Cie’th when they refuse or fail to follow their roles, so separating himself from the object he was supposed to protect could have had some type of degenerative effect on him. When Celestia went against the Azure Dragon Crystal in order to help Class Zero, she lost her sense of self and turned into a dragon.

Alternatively, he’s still connected to the Crystal. Even l’Cie who obey the Crystal will gradually lose their sense of self. Upon becoming a l’Cie, Machina had to constantly remind himself of his own past.

I mean, there are other explanations for how the MoM went from A to B, but these explanations came in the box, so they’re worth consideration.

The MoM’s clock tower in Daybreak Town was based on a design that comes from Akademeia in Type-0. (It was designed by Yusaku Nakaaki.) Here I’ve overlayed the concept art from the Type-0 design book with a screenshot from KHUX. Akademeia was the home of the Vermilion Bird Crystal. It was built to be its shrine. The Crystal is located underground, below Akademeia.

Demyx is nearly identical to Jack who attends Akademeia. Same face, same personality, same voice actor. Very important piece of info.

I don’t have trouble believing Demyx when he says that he’s on Riku’s side. But his theoretical Crystal overlord might have other thoughts that could later put them in conflict. With all of this in mind, it’s easy for me to understand how the MoM could end up starting a war and sacrificing a town full of children.

The Vermilion Bird Crystal told Caetuna that she should sacrifice the majority of Rubrum’s citizens to summon the Verboten Eidolon. She thought that sounded reasonable.

Khalia: You… You can’t be serious! You want to offer the lives of Dominion civilians?! Caetuna: Should half of the powerless be offered, the summon can be performed. Promptly begin the preparations. Arecia: …The Crystal is most rational, isn’t it? In a manner of speaking, to win the war, it chose the path with the least sacrifices. Arecia: No matter how many people die, it won’t subtract from the number of soldiers and cadets. It’s a strategy to massacre the Milites army while retaining the Rubrum army’s present strength.

This is an example of the relationship between a Crystal and its l’Cie at its most sinister. Caetuna is otherwise depicted as wise, graceful, and kind.

The Azure Dragon Crystal gave the queen of Concordia the power to see the future. (”If she could see the future, why didn’t she just stop the war and save the world herself?” 🤪)

Behold the extremely convenient built-in explanation for how the MoM obtained the Gazing Eye. No Crystal? No power. If the source of his power is in the box, then it just as easily explains why Demyx wouldn’t have the Gazing Eye.

During the Militesi Assault on Akademeia, the Imperial forces deployed two crystal jammers to suppress the Dominion's magic: one aboard a dreadnought, and another built into a Magitek Armor. Severed from their Crystal's blessing, Rubrum's cadets, legionaries, and l'Cie were left all but powerless.

"May your heart be your guiding key” feels like the opposite of “May the Crystal guide you.” If the MoM had no choice but to do what the Crystal instructed, then it may have benefited him to tell others to do what he couldn’t. It’s ironic. The guy who says it the most might not have been able to follow his own heart. :’)

Demyx believes that he joined the Organization because he wanted friends. What the Crystal wants can be totally separate from what a l’Cie wants, but a l’Cie can only do as the Crystal commands. The Darkness refer to themselves as the MoM’s friends, but he doesn’t seem to share their feelings. Unable to freely make friends as he pleased, they may have been the only “friends” he was able to have. I get the feeling that they thought they could use their pseudo-friendship as a bargaining chip to make him stay because they thought it was something he valued. (Oof... Rejected.)

Anyway, I maintain that if you know everything about the Agito series, it’ll probably be possible to arrange all of the information in a way that spells out exactly what’s up with the MoM. So, even if I’m not perfectly correct, I feel safe assuming that I’m at least very close.

#kingdom hearts #final fantasy #kh #kh4 #verum rex #master of masters #demyx #black box #long post