Hey, just a person with nothing better to do than spend their life obsessing over dozens of fictional characters. I've had some rp blogs on tumblr before, but decided that I wanted a personal blog so I don't have to worry about the hodgepodge of fandoms I'm in clashing. Thus my dashboard is bound to be a mesh of just about everything under the sky. I'll reblog crap, post crap, and generally faff about in any way, shape, or form I deem necessary. Also, talk to me! Send me asks or tag me in a post or just interact with me in some way! I love meeting new people and I could use some company!
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the usage of ‘nort’ as a verb within the fandom feels so natural and universally accepted and understood it’s easy to forget it’s not canon at all and in the actual games they’re like ‘he used them as a vessel’ or ‘he placed a fragment of his heart inside theirs to influence/control them as his puppets’ or some long-winded nerdy explanation. nah son. he norted them.
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"Motherfucker! Cease to be!" - Me yesterday reaching peak wizardspeak while gaming.
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Respectfully, Ireland is the best country on the planet
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i think everyone in the bureau liked davenport and respected him (as like, the director's right hand, basically) but seeing as he rarely spoke and was almost always next to their boss, almost no one was really close to him. but you know who i think could have been? johann. think about it. johann was kind of a recluse as it is, and spent a lot of time alone with fisher, not talking, just playing music. and davenport didn't really speak but you know what he could do? sing.
he does a silly little song and dance during the candlenights party and it's played for laughs, but in the legato conservatory he sang opera for the voidfish and they adored it, and even in imbalance we see again how connected dav is to music.
so i imagine johann working on a new composition in fisher's chambers when davenport walks in, and johann assumes at first he's there on behalf of the director, but davenport just sits there and listens. and then he starts harmonising. and it's beautiful, and fisher is thrilled... and after a few days he comes back and they do it again, and again. and maybe johann feels that somehow, without words, davenport understands him better than anyone else- his loss, his wasted potential, his fear that every great thing he's ever done will be forgotten forever. and davenport feels the same way.
and maybe when the battle is over and magnus tells them all about johann, davenport is just devastated, and no one really understands why it hit him so hard. i think he listens to johann's mixtape a lot, remembering the one new friend he's made in these 12 lonely years, humming along.
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hate that "amongus, amongi" is technically a fully serviceable noun in latin
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its been 6 months and im still not over this. easily best and most hilarious play in baseball history
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unbreakable chains (an unbreakable connection)
terra aqua ventus and vanitas
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vanitas sitting in ventus’s lap. sassy transgender energy
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We've all heard of "Barry Bluejeans was the roadrunner to Kravitz's Wile E Coyote for like ten years post-Stolen Century pre-Gerblins" (impeccable concept, always hilarious) but consider:
Kravitz has attempted to reap Merle-Fuckin-Highchurch at least 4d6 times since he first appeared on this plane. Through a series of miscommunications, lucky rolls, slapstick shenanigans, and the occasional bout of divine intervention, he has never once succeeded.
Merle is totally oblivious to both his alleged crimes and Kravitz's increasingly desperate attempts to charge him for them.
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#paparazzi#but specifically the version from the VMAs#where she starts bleeding to death on stage#and ends the song strung up on a rope#the *vision* this woman has#the *passion* and *strain* in her voice#the commentary on the paparazzi’s treatment of women in Hollywood#perfection
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