#[there is legit so much i could thank you for

[aninipanin1]

I think that Anri begs adult manager! reader to force Ego to eat an actual meal that isn’t those instant noodles

EW, VEGETABLES...?

Notes: I actually love this so much, anon lol

"Good morning, Anri-san. How may I help you today?"

You greeted your fellow female manager, figure hunched over the washing machine, scrubbing the white linen sheets from the many rooms around the facility, especially the one that legit had an oyster sauce spill, leaving a spot darkened.

Anri gave her a large smile, one that is familiar, at first before her, she reached some sort of 'Eureka' moment, and her smile turned into one of disappointment she did not think of it earlier along with a hint of mischief in it.

"Actually, can you help me with something, Y/n?"

"Oh, of course! What do I do?"

The redhaired manager motioned for her to come closer, to which she followed. Cupping her hand around your ear, Anri whispered the 'task' she wanted you to do.

As she spoke, the wider your eyes became. How will you even pull this off?

"But, Anri-san..! You know how much he loves his noodles...and how he doesn't really like me."

You always thought that Ego Jinpachi, the head and director of the Blue Lock facility, never seemed to like you. He wasn't rude to you (you think because he talked to you the way he did to everyone else), but you can definitely see that he would go out of his way to avoid talking to you, approaching you or anything related to talking with you alone without Anri, unless it was something prefessional and work-related.

He also always scolds you. You know, it was just because of the betterment of the project. But why did he have to scold you for just being around Noel Noa or any of the master strikers? They were the ones handling the improvement of the boys. Of course, you need to be around them! Well, it was one of the many things you noticed, but you digressed. After all, you know you cannot please everyone, especially in a workplace environment.

So, you were a little shocked when Anri tilted her head at you, confused about your claim.

"Ego-san...doesn't like you?"

"Um, isn't it obvious, Anri-san? He doesn't really like talking to me at all, and when you aren't there with us, he will always avoid talking to me even if I try to make casual conversations! Also, he always scolds me for the stupidest reasons! Why does he get mad when I talk to Noa-san, Snuffy-san, Prince-san, or even Lavinho-san, I will never understand! It's my job to make sure that the boys are doing well and I can only make sure of that through the master strikers!"

You did not know when you started ranting, but you did. Anri, who listened to you with open ears, could not help but chuckle on the inside. She felt quite amused and also disappointed at Ego. But, she cannot say she was not surprised. Ego was one, if not the most emotionally constipated person she had ever met. It was not a surprise that he would try to avoid you.

But, why did he have to do all those things? It wasn't helping his cause at all!

'You better thank me for what I am doing, Ego-san.'

"Ego-san! Um..."

You stood there in the office where the said man was watching the many screens, watching over the progress of the players who were all training in their own ways. In your hands was a tray filled with sautéed vegetables, a bowl of rice, and some chicken in a bowl you cooked just for the man.

Even if you think he hates you, you can not just ignore someone who is literally putting their life in danger because they don't want to eat healthy things. You aren't messed up like that!

But, you did not know how to approach this, much less him. How will you even ask him to do this, much less with the strained relationship you two had? This was a really bad idea! Why did Anri have to approach you of all people for this-

"What is it?"

He turned his swivel chair to face you, his eyes a bit lidded to show that he was not that happy for being interrupted.

"I made some extra food, and uh...I thought you may want to have it."

'That's so stupid, Y/n!'

He raised an eyebrow at this, and it did not help that the look on his face showed that he did not approve of eating the pallate on the tray.

"Y/n-chan, you know I don't eat those things."

"I know...! I just didn't want to waste it. Anri-san said she already ate so..."

Ego did not say anything, turning his swivel chair to face the screens again. Just as you were about to give up and leave the room thinking that he would not accept the food at all, he raised his arm and pointed to an empty space on the desk.

"Put it there. Don't blame me if I don't eat it and it becomes rotten."

Blinking at his words, you just nodded your head, a bit dazed that he actually considered even being near the food. You did as he told before bowing and leaving to do your other chores and duties.

Needless to say, when Anri entered Ego's office, she was shocked to see the man munching on a bowl of rice with chicken and vegetables on top. His eyes were still focused on the screen, back hunched in a weird position, but he was indeed eating.

"Did Y/n pass by here..?"

"She did. Dropped this...abomination and her paperwork."

Ego answered, pointing to the food that he called 'abomination,' yet he was still eating the food, cheeks round with food. Anri nodded, yet it was obvious she did not believe the disgusted look in his face to which he only glared at her for.

"You're the one who said it. The facility should not waste food." He pointed his chopstick at her.

"Yeah, yeah. It's totally not because you favour her, definitely not." Anri shrugged, a cheeky smile as she headed out the room once she dropped the paperwork.

'I'm surrounded by simps, haahh...' She inwardly sighed.

ADDITIONAL TIME!

Anri: You like her.

Ego: No, I don't.

Also Ego: *proceeds to hoard every single thing Y/n gave him, yes, even if it was the inkless pen she passed to him to throw in the trash.*

I'm sorry if this was too short, hahaha. I didn't really know how to go deeper into this. But I hope you loved this!

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[ann-jujimi]

Thank you @commaafterdearests @guts4ammo @tialilith @ijustwantedtoresetmypassword @shoujo-wizard and @kelenloth for the responses! I'm even more fascinated with the role and powers of the Pope after reading them and it seems like a Pope can challenge tradition concerning some of the details, and has the authority to make resounding changes too. I might hit you up with questions if I can't find an answer to a question that seems legit.

One thing I got caught up in during one of my rewatches of the movie is how the Cardinals' were catastrophizing about Tedesco becoming Pope, like he could really not only halt progress, but turn back time for the church if he wanted to, because the Pope has the power to make changes and no one on earth can I overrule him (I have done some research). And that's scary for progressives like Aldo and potentially troubling to corrupt moderates like Tremblay.

But there are things in the movie that contradict the fact that the Pope is free to do things unchecked. Like one wonders if the deceased Pope -- he's literally credited as Dead Pope: Bruno Novelli -- would have dismissed Tedesco but died before he could.

Keeping in mind I'm going to read the book but haven't yet, I have a lot of thoughts about possible motivation, especially re the Dead Pope and Lawrence, and I'm going to do some speculation below the cut. (But speaking of Lawrence and book canon, does anyone know why they changed that character's name from Lomeli? I badly want to say it's a reference to T.E. Lawrence, but it's probably just because they changed his nationality.)

Getting back to the Dead Pope's last actions, why didn't he let Lawrence or Aldo know he was going to fire Tremblay? Presumably they were his confidants in some sense, and Lawrence seemed to be very close to him. Though we do know that Sister Agnes knew what caused him to act and was his agent, at least in terms of digital research and what Lawrence called spying.)

But really the only thing we know about the Dead Pope is what he left behind, and what we can observe about the people who spoke about him after he was gone. And he didn't appear to live like a person who was at ease with his considerable authority. He had to hide his research in his bed frame, and it's true that someone with that much fame and authority is under a lot of scrutiny, but that tells us that he lived like a prisoner in his most private space. That's just so depressing.

I keep thinking about those turtles as stand-ins for the Dead Pope: they're hiding under that murky water, and as Benitez says they are "so clever," but whenever they make a break for it they're either dragged back to their little habitat or run over. And why wouldn't they try to leave? Benitez even thought he was imagining the turtles, that's how out of place they are in that cold environment.

It's awful. Especially if you consider that after Lawrence decides to let Benitez be announced publicly(?) as the new Pope, he finds the latest turtle trying to escape and carefully takes it back, so everything old is new again. Poor Dead Pope, poor Benitez.

And does anyone have what they want in the end?

I think Lawrence does, and he might be the only one who's satisfied, but not simply because he thinks Benitez will be a good Pope, or because he seems to be the Dead Pope's choice, or because he believes what Benitez said about being of use -- those are all good reasons, and I think they're each equally true for Lawrence -- but I think the reason he was so distressed during the election, and before he solidified his loyalty to and his bond with Benitez and confronted his own ambition, was because he loved the Dead Pope but had grown somewhat estranged from him.

Maybe Lawrence couldn't stomach the idea of someone in his loved one's place who didn't inspire him to be better, or inspire him to see the church as something other than a place where he was installed as a sort of hopeless middle-manager. So his purpose and faith were renewed because he was able to love again, and take so much comfort in the presence of one person. Too bad he just condemned that person to live in a terrarium.

Ralph Fiennes was so great in all ways in this movie, but I adore all of his face journeys in his scenes with Benitez. They're just so tender and sad and beautiful.

I'm fixated on Conclave.

I've watched it more than once, I'm going to read the book, but know very little about christianity/catholic christianity beyond what I've picked up by osmosis or from fiction, so I've been texting a friend who grew up in that religion (and lives in a different time zone, oops) with my dumbass questions, and apparently I've asked a couple of bangers.

Like, cardinals don't wear red because the cardinal (bird) is red; not all catholic christians have to wear their cross pendant attached to a "noose thing" instead of a regular necklace, and the present day pope doesn't live in a "marble dorm," he lives in a palace!

And obviously I don't live under a rock, I know about the Vatican. Well. I know where it is. But for some reason I thought the current Pope could decide where his Vatican would be? Like if he didn't want it to be in Rome he could move it? Which is apparently not correct. 😂

Joking aside, I don't want to be disrespectful to people who practice catholic christianity by conflating their religious practice with how a religion is portrayed in a work of fiction, but I do want to understand enough to get the nuance in the movie, and to appreciate details in any fanworks that are attached to it, so I wish there was something like Conclave FAQs ... if anything like that exists please reblog or reply.

[sleep-nurse]

another comm for EmeliaK!! thank you for saving my life 🥹💖

[mspaint-flower]

whoever this anon is i want you to know this is probably the best compliment i've ever gotten and i'm keeping it in my askbox now

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

[akkivee]

if you’re reading this, then that means i’m awake on ass amount of sleep bc my night was rough anyway terminus is actually so much more than you could have ever dreamed for

[eliteseven]

i'm not sure what your long term ambitions as a writer may be, but if like publishing a romance novel or something is in your future i will be first in line to buy it

🥹 oh, wow. This means so very much to me, thank you so much! I have no words!

I always wanted to write narrative works in some capacity but was dissuaded into a ���safer career choice” (which I’m sure will be obliterated by AI shortly 😭💀 why did I listen!?!).

But I’ve always dreamt of writing a romance novel! I think it would be so fun to write one and maybe even collab with an artist/ leave parts of it open to voting and suggestions, like the way we do here! I do find myself asking who would ever want to read a novel in my weird present-tense writing style, so this comment is so very special to me 🥰💕 I really appreciate the kind words! If I ever manage to write one I’d send you the first copy for being so kind and encouraging! 🥹

[daughterofyourdarklord]

But what if Delphini was at Hogwarts the same time as the trio???

Year 1: 

“Please.” 

She jokes, nudging at her cousin who’s sitting tall besides her in the train compartment. “Harry Potter being in our year at Hogwarts is nothing more than a gift.” She means it too, forcing away that pit of fear that settles in her stomach whenever she thinks about the chosen one. About everything he’s already taken from her family, from her.

Draco goes on joking with their soon-to-be fellow Slytherins. The express is buzzing with energy, though most of the First Year’s look more nervous than excited. 

She runs into Neville Longbottom on their waltz to the Great Hall. He bends directly in front of her, picking up some slimy toad off the stone floor with bare hands. Disgusting. He’s on his knees when he looks up and meets her eye, terror seeping into his gaze. She smiles at him devilishly, pausing for a moment before pushing him aside in an effort to get to what she is certain will soon be her throne room. 

“Delphini Lestrange.”

It’s a horrible cover-up of a last name, an obvious lie to any witch or wizard who knows better. McGonagal calls it nonetheless. There is a weight on her shoulders as she walks forward, the same one that’s settled their since the moment she was born. 

No one is surprised when the hat deems her a Slytherin.

Delphini feels Dumbledore’s stare on her the entire walk over to the sea of green and silver, but it’s Snape’s eyes that she meets when she sits down. 

The tension between Slytherin and Gryffindor is palpable. Worse than it has been in years, or so the older students claim. Delphini knows why, and Draco does too. 

She’s still glaring at the Granger girl when Quirrell asks her to stay after class in a sputter. 

“Of course, Professor.” She answers sweetly, watching from the corner of her eye as jealousy blooms across the mudbloods face. Ever the teacher’s pet. He seals the doors behind them, locking them with a flick of his wrist and casting a silencing charm while he’s at it. 

This time, he does not stutter when he speaks to her. 

Year 2: 

She dreams of a snake all alone, somewhere dark. Crying out for family, for companionship, for someone to listen. Anyone.

Only no one is there.

She wakes up in her dormitory with tears in her eyes. 

There’s been whispers about the Heir of Slytheirn. Talk that he’s returned, that he’s ready to rid the school of all filth that stands in his mighty way. 

Sometimes she wonders how people might react to find out that 'he' is actually a 'she.'

Regardless, it’s not Delphini that’s playing around in the chamber this year. A part of her is wildly unsettled that she doesn’t know who it is. 

It’s no matter, she has far more important things to focus on.

Initially, she almost isn’t allowed to take part in the dueling club. Some poor excuse sprouted up by the Gryffindors, accusations of dark magic and cheating. Unsurprisingly, its Severus that comes to her aid.  

Dueling comes far too naturally to her, and feels oh so sweet. Still she works harder, so eager, ready to fight, to strike. She trains and trains and then trains some more. 

She needs to be enough for Him, when the time is right. 

Potter being a parselmouth is.. Unexpected.

Even Severus seems surprised. Delphini is not sure how to handle the news, she writes home to her Uncle who informs her to stay out of it.

For the first time in a long time, she listens. 

Sometimes, she thinks she's going insane. She hears her father speaking to her through the castle walls, they whisper and she listens. She continues her training.

She will be enough. 

That poor snake. 

Year 3: 

The castle is awake, dementors swarming high above them, eager, hungry.  

She hates them. 

Delphini is determined and reluctant all at once in her venture.

Macnair had just walked out to call for the dementors, readying them to focus their rage. Quickly and quietly she slips into Flitwick’s office. 

They both freeze the minute their gazes meet. 

Eyes clashing from across the room, one hand still resting on the door handle, the other’s chained to an ornate desk. Sirius is the first to break the spell. 

“You look just like her.”

She shifts her gaze away at that, something in her shattering just a little. “I know.” She wants to answer, but she doesn’t have the time. 

“How did you do it?” 

This time, it’s him that doesn’t answer, eyes scanning her face almost wistfully.

“She’d never stop talking about you, you know? Drove the other inmates mad in her rantings, but really I think she just didn’t want to forget.”

And how that just aches. 

She shatters further. “How could you leave her!?” She wants to scream, instead she asks again: 

“How did you manage to escape?” Her voice sounds more desperate than commanding, close to a whisper. 

He smiles sadly. 

“She can’t do it..” Delphini waits for him to finish his sentence. It’s short, and certainly not the answer she was looking for. “I’m an animagus.” 

And that’s all she needed to hear. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, not bothering to hide her reaction. That familiar weight settles heavily on her shoulders again, for a moment she feels like she might crumble beneath it. Quickly she turns back to the door, ready to race out of the room and pretend he told her anything else. 

She pauses, tossing her dark curls over her shoulder to glance back at his haunting face. 

“Then why wait all this time? Why not leave that place the second you had the chance?” 

He doesn’t answer. 

He doesn’t need to.

Year 4: 

It was gorgeous, the bright green in stark contrast against the dark night sky. Constellations gleaming in its wake, a harmony in the heavens.

A terrorist attack, they had called it. 

Art, Delphini thought. It was the first time she’d ever seen it. 

Something was coming. Lucius seemed certain of this, even Narcissa had given them an exceptionally careful goodbye before ushering them onto the express.

The Triwizard Tournament turned out to be an even bigger let down than she’d imagined. Beauxbatons was a bore, and the Drumstang boys seemed scared of her, which was no surprise really. 

Karkaroff avoided her like a poor case of mumblemumps. 

His time would come, it was not up to Delphini to designate punishment. Not yet.  

Watching Potter almost die at the edge of each of these challenges did add a nice touch to the year. Though, all that anticipation she’d felt in summer dwindled a bit each time he survived. 

It wasn’t until Moody tracked her down in the corridors after hours that things really got interesting. 

Even Delphini was surprised to find Barty somehow alive. 

He doesn’t tell her much. They don’t have a lot of time as it stands, and really she’s just thrilled to have finally met him. He’s full of promises, of course. Lot’s of ‘soons’ and ‘be ready’. Delphini doesn’t get any of the details but she’s known since the beginning of term that it was finally coming. She’s more than ready, more than enough. Isn’t she?  

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and He will come for me!"

The scripture scrawled into her very soul. There have been signs everywhere pointing towards His return. Now she knows it to be true. 

“You have her face,” Moody - Barty - interrupts her thoughts, he’s staring at Delphini in near worship, a look so foreign for the professor. “You have His eyes, though.” 

“I know.” 

She meets Him for the first time later that summer and He tells her something similar. It means all the more coming from Him.

Before her father, for the first time, she spins her spells into symphonies, her hexes into homilies, casts her curses to the constellations. Shows Him everything she knows, and all her power with it.

She walks back over to Him when she is well and through, magic still radiating off of her in harsh waves. Her father takes her wand from her hands. 

“I have much to learn.” Delphini offers, and she knows it to be true.

Her father is looking at her wand still. 

Dragon-heartstring, like her mother. Yew, like His own. 

He is smiling when he answers, something proud dancing in those red eyes. “Yes. You do.”

Year 5: 

With the commencing of the Spring Equinox she is finally allowed home. Ostara save her.

Delphini has to brace herself before walking through those large double doors, entirely unsure exactly who she might find on the other side. 

Still, her heart is burning. 

At last. 

Her mother’s embrace is a blessing. A gift Delphini hadn’t known she needed. That sharp look of recognition in her eyes hurts in all its relief. 

She really does wear her face, afterall. They’d all promised her as much, didn’t they?

Father is there, He is watching. Studying them both, studying their interaction.  

Her mother takes her face between her palms like a prayer, eyes shining. She’s full of promises and penitence. Delphini isn't having any of it. Her mother owes her nothing and this, just being here, it's more than enough.

Delphini has never felt so whole in all her life.

She begs to be a part of their plans at the ministry. Anything she can do to further the cause, support her family, put them back into their rightful place - above everyone else.

It's futile. She's far too young, and the logistics of getting her there are far too problematic. There's talk of Azkaban and Bellatrix looks terrified at the prospect of Delphini somehow winding up there.

"Absolutely not. The choice is not yours to make and your Father and I are in perfect agreement that you remain at the school." She turns to her, reaching a hand up to caress Delphi's cheek tenderly.

"We'll celebrate once we return with the prophecy, hm?"

It's the one promise Delphini will accept wholeheartedly.

Year 6: 

Somehow, it’s Draco and Delphini that bear the brunt of the shame brought on from the fiasco at the Ministry. 

Draco is marked, as punishment to Lucius (to Narcissa).

Delphini is not, as punishment to Bellatrix (to herself). 

Her cousin is crumbling under the pressure, Delphini is soaring. It's the same weight she’d felt her whole life, only this time she finally has an opportunity to act on it.   

It takes longer than she would like to mend the vanishing cabinet. Draco was seeing to it personally in the beginning, but with little to no headway Delphini made it her personal mission.

Not that it really mattered anyway. Delphini has other plans entirely. 

Whilst Draco wastes his time casting cursed necklaces and poisoning wine, Delphini is speaking with the stars. 

She will be enough.

When the day of reckoning is finally upon them she can hardly hold back. 

“Expelliarmus.” It’s swift and was fully intended to take him off guard but she’d still expected him to put up some sort of a fight. Immediately, something seems off, its only a matter of sorting out whether or not its something she can take advantage of. 

“Evening, Delphini, Draco. Are you alone?” 

“Who else is here?” She doesn’t bother to entertain his question, though Draco is quick to boast about the Death Eaters holding off the guards down below. Dumbledore assures them he is alone, but the two brooms resting along the ramparts suggest otherwise. 

No matter, Delphini will handle them both. Draco is waxing on, talking about the vanishing cabinet and Rosmerta. Much as she hates to listen to him give them all away she’s taking a moment to study the Headmaster. Something seems off, as he is entirely unbothered to be at the wrong side of their wands.  

“And why have you waited?” The headmaster interrupts after a beat, causing even her cousin to pause. “Those feeble attempts to kill me all year, surely they weren’t you.” He is speaking directly to Delphini now, she knows it.

She smiles. 

Quickly, the other Death Eaters are fast up the stairs making their presence known. 

“It doesn't have to be this way.” The Headmaster continues, eyes only on her despite the others' verbal jabs. “Long ago, I met a boy who made all the wrong choices-"

“My Father, you mean?” She breaks her silence, the other Death Eaters laugh behind her at the revelation. Though Dumbledore is not at all surprised, and why would he be? “There’s no reason to hide behind truth’s any longer, Headmaster. His time has come, and consequently yours is over.” 

And suddenly Severus is there stepping forward to share a look with Dumbledore. A part of her considers testing the potion professors loyalty.. 

..Only, this is her moment.

“Avada Kedavra!” It’s sweet on her tongue, and even sweeter watching him fall. They’re on the move sooner than she’d like for them to be, hardly a chance to savor it.  

On their flight into the forbidden forest she throws a ‘morsmordre’ into the sky like a personal signature. The monogram of her family. 

When she finally greets them, He tells her she’s worthy and stitches as much into the inside of her left forearm.

She is enough.

Year 7: 

It’s beyond refreshing, being who she was always meant to be. 

Watching as Slytherins and now students alike all bow at her feet, that renewed fear keening in their eyes. 

She savors it, relishes in their reactions.

Miss Black, they call her.

It’s nearly perfect. Helping alongside mother and father to secure the ministry this summer, returning to Hogwarts with an honest surname, unforgivables cast at her fingertips without repercussion. 

Of course, there is still the looming prospect of Potter. 

He’s been hiding from them all for far too long, lurking in the shadows despite the growing number of mudbloods father kills. Finally, they manage to locate him at Hogwarts, where boy wonder somehow convince the entire school to fight for him. How cute.

Until eventually, they find a way to lure him out. 

Father calls her to the boathouse through the mark she finally bears. Her mother falls into step with her the moment she departs, Delphini is not sure if she was called but what does it matter? They’re family.

Nagini greets her with enthusiasm, dancing between her legs like a cat. She acknowledges her, of course, but only after she acknowledges Him.

He eyes her mother disapprovingly and Delphini is not at all sure what to make of that. 

“We’ll have him soon, Father. I'm certain of it. He’s far too righteous to let this continue, even if it is good fun. He will come to you. ”

He hums in agreement, long fingers tracing his newfound wand. 

“That he will, Delphini.”

She waits then, she and mother both, giving him the floor to impart his orders.

“You understand, Delphini, that you have proved yourself very valuable to me since my return.” She smiles gently, sharing a warm look with her mother before turning back to Him. “You’ve been right about a number of things, and dedicated beyond my expectations.” He pauses again before resuming his gentle pacing. “One can only hope that that devotion continues with my next request.” 

He falls into step next to her mother, reaching forward to trace along Bellatrix jaw gently. 

“I have concerns, Bella, with how this new wand may cooperate with me when it comes time to put an end to Harry Potter.” Her mother looks confused, leaning forward into his touch.  

“My Lord?” He lingers a moment, appreciating her features before resuming his pacing. 

With it He continues, telling them of wandlore he was able to gather from Ollivander, from Gregorovitch. Delphini’s stomach sinks with every word. 

“You understand, Delphini.” He pauses, stopping directly opposite her on the other side of the small boathouse with an imploring look. “That while you live, the elder wand will never truly be mine?” 

And finally she is crumbling under the weight of it all.

Tears swim in her eyes as she looks at Him without answer, finally broken. She did everything right - exactly as He had asked her to! She did it all for Him - for them! To be everything and more.. To be enough..

Though, it seems she may never be enough. 

“F-father..” Her voice is broken, stubborn tears escaping from her eyes, eyes the same shade as His own. He doesn’t speak, nor does he resume his pacing. 

And then there’s Bellatrix, balancing on the edge of in-between them.

Delphini is too afraid to even look at her, desperation more than evident in her mother's voice: “My Lord. Certainly, there is another way. We can take Potter as prisoner and work the rest out later! How can we trust the word of a two-timing wandmaker? No - there are more, other wandmakers throughout Europe! I will bring them to you and we can find other ways - just like we always do..My Lord.."

His eyes don’t leave Delphini's own.  

“Please.”

[mattiebluebird]

siri keeton: hello, my job is to take the jargon spat out by hyperintelligent posthumans and translate it into something that the average person can understand. in order to do this, i must observe, and due to this (and other various traumas in my past) i've developed a set of algorithms to study and mimic human behavior.

everyone, for some reason: you unfeeling monster. you unsentient creature. get out of my fucking sight.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

I WANNA GIVE PASSIVE A KISS HELLOOOO? saw u talking ab it in the tags and i love her soooo much ur designs for them are so good i need to shake them both around in a snowglobe

"are- are you sure it's me you're talking about??"

[ferahntics]

HFGFHFGH i have fallen prey to maginki..

also i found your ship in 5 minutes thing and

AAA HELP BOI HAS SWPERATION ANXIETY...

I SQUEALED WHEN I SAW THAT HELP

SJHDGF AAA THANK YOU I am having too much fun drawing them!! QvQ I'm so so happy to see other people enjoy them!!

YE I imagine prior to the RTDL events he was fine for the most part - maybe a pang of loneliness here and there cause I imagine he was alone for quite a long while - but never really had a connection strong enough with anyone that would warrant being anxious at the thought of being alone. In fact I imagine Magolor might have preferred being alone before.

But... then the epilogue - and the aftermath of betraying Kirby, someone who genuinely helped him out of goodwill. The betrayal was planned from the get-go, I imagine that Magolor, although not intentionally, did in fact form some form of connection with the puffball and his friends.

Though his own hubris and ambition did him in, and only when he was banished did the brutal realization hit him. He had someone who cared, he had someone who wanted him there, someone who genuinely saw him as a true friend - and yet discarded all of that aside for his own goal.

The isolation in the other world made him realize how truly, genuinely, alone he was. Because of his own doing. No one there to help, no one there to support him.

SO that aside - this is what probably led him to develop separation anxiety. Still, he does enjoy his privacy - knowing that now he has someone to fall back on (Inki in this case) and he's no longer on his lonesome completely. But the idea of being completely alone again, just like in the other world, terrifies him. Especially if the only company he has are the bizarre and unstable creatures there, and his own imagination, and memories of his final fight with Kirby.

[kindahoping4forever]

Since your tags on Lukes pics are now more hinged, I would like to say a farewell to your (seemingly) ending Luke Hemmings thirst era. I knew that Ashton will win you back at some point but that era was glorious to witness😌 It was a fight between stubborn denial and inevitable heart eyes & dirty thoughts. It gave us many amazing moments, analyses, comments and most important - two fantastic fics♥️ 1/2

Ngl this is one of my favorite asks I've ever gotten 😂😂

And yk what's funny is I'd also noticed that I hadn't had a Luke specific meltdown in a minute? I don't know that it means my Luke thirst era (which you so perfectly summarized here btw, excellent, beautiful tribute 😌🤌🏻) is over necessarily, maybe I've just finally accepted the thirst? Maybe there's not that jarring realization, that internal struggle anymore? Or maybe it's just that he hasn't worn a vest yet this tour. 😏

So with that in mind, I say, stay tuned! We've got a fresh new wave of shows starting tonight and it's both exciting and horrifying to think of what kind of clownery may be in store. 😌😁💙💙

[whysamwhy123]

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THIS FOR REEEEEEAL

OK, so! I have a ton of these maybe-fics that I could talk about but for you, I'll be on brand and go with the Hookhausen one!

So this would be a weird psychological horror fic, heavily influenced by the Silent Hill games. Basic gist - Hook and Danhausen are back together and sooo very happy! They've worked through some of their Issues and now they're closer than ever, dizzy in love, and ready to move forward with their lives. But then whoops, suddenly the night after a PPV, a giant creepy demon shows up, injures Hook and abducts Danhausen! Hook's devastated, stewing in his misery during recovery - he just got Danhausen back, after all. So when he's finally at 100%, he vows to GET. HIM. BACK. But he can't do it alone, so he assembles a ragtag crew consisting of Ricky Starks, Julia Hart and, inexplicably, Daniel Garcia (because reasons. Also, maybe Jack? And Anna? IDK) and the four of them set off to find where Danhausen was taken and rescue him! They end up at a creepy small ghost town that seems to have a twisted conscious of its own. Haunted by visions of their pasts, taunted by their inner demons, as well as literal demons, these four hapless queers fight to find their way through the madness and reunite Hook and Danhausen once again. But all that hinges on them keeping their sanity in check...

[delcat177]

I see you animals out there with your brightness cranked all the way up and I dare you: turn it down for one singular minute, sixty U.S. seconds, and compare

[frozenhi-chews]

🫂 and 🌑!

Thank you.....

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[thetimecrystal]

what's your favorite justice album ?

oh god. this is way to hard to answer dnflkfdk

i think it currently has to either be † or hyperdrama. i do really like both audio video disco and woman, especially woman oh my god, but i keep looping cross like no other for months now, and hyperdrama is just So Good???