#( goes against everything he believes )

[doverstar]

in the final episode of the show, Vanessa tells Doofenshmirtz "you're basically a nice guy who's pretending to be evil" and it changes his entire view on his life. she points out it's not actually making him happier to be "evil". that end to his character is something I think about almost every week. Doof is such an unexpectedly-popular part of this zany cartoon and they chose to point out the most obvious thing about his character only in the last episode, and it makes you look at every rewatch differently with him. it's so great. it's great that Doofenshmirtz stops being evil at the end of Phineas and Ferb. growth is essential to characters. Candace had to grow, and Doof had to grow, and they were the true main characters of the show. the only ones who needed to learn, and they learned. and now in this new season they're choosing to retcon that for the sake of the formula? weak. weak. I hate that

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I'm in- I love-

[williamgayers]

bylernation, i need to confess something...

i just cannot accept that will is older than mike

[slimslamflimflam]

Wait if all the journal 3 pages were restored after Weirdmageddon why does Bill’s book insist there were still missing pages that just conveniently happened to pertain to his incredibly sad backstory and concepts brought up earlier in that same book

[xobelladonna]

au where steve, gareth, and chrissy are cousins. and when they were kids they had their own little garage band. made a whole debut album. to appease everyone it was a mix of metal, pop, and italian ballads.

one day gareth shows it to the boys and they just-- lose it. they show everyone. mike brings the tape to show nancy on the way home from school, lucas sneaks a copy to erica like its top secret information. dustin shows up to family video and shoves it at robin. steve hates it so much. and the worst part: they showed holly. and she became obsessed. everytime she gets into the car shes calling out 'play the dinosaur song!' she draws scenes from the song, always showing steve when he visits. she asks him all kinds of questions. "why are the dinosaurs in space?" "why are they fighting?" and steve is trying so hard to give her an answer that isnt "i dont know i wrote that when i was 7."

[br1ghtestlight]

my ranking of which ii contestants i think would be most likely to forgive mephone

[downs1de-has-moved]

I need to sleep but I can’t stop thinking about how devastating it will be for Sam to find out he’s part demon….

[fixation-central]

he is made of love you cowards

[randomnameless]

Typing a reply made me re-check Big B's paralogue

And I remembered this post where I ranted about some stuff

Big B goes :

It's not exactly a real Relic, per se. Nope. It's a replica. Crafted after the War of Heroes. It's a secret family heirloom of sorts from my mom's village.

Now, we know the weapons "similar" to Relics were used during the War of the Eagle and the Lion by Loog's side, so yes, Relics (even if they don't belong to the Elites, they are still powered by Crest Stones and made of Umbral Steel unlike Aymr!) were still being made post WoH.

And that makes me think...

In the earlier post, I was kind of trying to make sense of Willy's conquest and came up with the idea of him brutally putting to the sword/axe/whatever he used the clans and people who knew how to "craft" relics, aka "seeking more power", but also, just people who know because this secret must be hidden at all costs.

Willy's callous actions might have been done with the best intentions (protect Nabateans) but it still led him to slaughter people whose only "sin" was... knowledge.

Fodlan games being what they are, we will not know if Vajra Mushti was made of "material" that was "already harvested" in Zanado, or if a Nabatean - post Zanado - was trounced to craft it, like a random one who was not present during the initial genocide and ultimately was killed for the same reasons. We know Pan was most likely an Agarthan person, was he the one who gifted "new golden weapons" to Loog's side? Were those weapons from "freshly harvested" Nabateans, or made from the "previously harvested" ones whose bones were in the barracks?

Now, concerning Balthus' in particular...

This relic is, per his words, something crafted after the WoH and it was treated as a heirloom in Kupala. Mmkay.

But we also have this :

There's a story they tell where my mom grew up. Long ago, the village got in a squabble with some folks looking to conquer the place. A village elder gave some holy red stuff to their wounded soldiers. Some kind of liquid, who knows... After she did that, some of them made a complete recovery, against all odds. The rest of them were changed, but not for the better. They up and vanished before long. Crests suddenly manifested for the ones who survived.

The Apostle Chevalier left Garreg Mach after the Rite of Rising and went in the mountains, most likely Kupala.

Then, he gave his blood because some people tried to conquer the village (tfw Kupala is located near the Almyran border?), some people got crests and the others, well, didn't (Balthus wonders what "vanished" means, but maybe it means they were turned in demonic beasts?).

And then... Balthus says the gauntlets were "crafted" (so he calls them replicas) so it's knowledge they were "made" and we know what kind of "material" was used.

Assuming Chevalier was a Nabatean (since the only occurences of people healing and getting a crest thanks to magic blood come from people who got their transfusion from a nabatean, Nopes!Seteth mentions how an Elite was supposedly "cured" after getting a crest...) - this would mean he fails the rite of rising and retires in the mountains, live in a village with humans, humans are threatened so he saves them -

and then he is fucking harvested and crafted in a weapon

(Vajra-Mushti has two crest stones (tfw gauntlet) so maybe some random Agarthan gave them the second "crest stone" if Chevalier only had one)

Nabatean Chevalier helps humans and is harvested as a result by the same humans he saved and who knew they could "craft" weapons from him.

(in the best course of action, just like Aubin, Chevalier died "from natural causes" and humans later used his bones to craft the relic, instead of killing him)

Wouldn't this mean, at the end of the day though, that Willy would be, in this theory, right?

If humans know how to craft "golden weapons", they will craft them, regardless of the nature of the "material" used - the people of Kupala were saved by Chevalier the Nabatean... and they show their gratitude by desacrating his remains to build a weapon and treat "it" as a "family heirloom"

(if not straight up killing him to craft said weapon!)

Given how fond Yuri was of old man Aubin, I picture him having the same reaction as Edward from FMA who found out the "being" he transmuted wasn't his mother, when he will find out "what" is the nifty relic he uses.

(granted, given the age of all parties and how the Fetters of Dromi were previously in Dagda, I wonder if Aubin was the one who was turned in an accessory, or if it wasn't another snow dragon...)

In the end - current Fodlan (or post WoH fodlan) - isn't safe for Nabateans because humans will always seek new "weapons" so what was is the solution to adopt, now that this "knowledge" is out in the wild?

If Willy picked the "erase those who know" option, he slaughters innocent people and doesn't even manage to bury the secret, since Chevalier (and maybe the ones from the Loog War?) was harvested, so he just killed a bunch of people for no results.

Rhea's lie about "gifts from the goddess don't think about it"... was sooner or later not going to work anymore, one of her scholars nearly managed to pierce this secret but desisted, and the few relics that "appear" spontanously, called "replicas" or what not throw a wrench in this narrative (just like crests gifted via transfusion!).

No wonder why Rhea thought only Sothis could find a solution - but anyways, what is the solution in this situation???

[curseofbreadbear]

cassie: gregory didn't hurt anybody!

me: oh you poor sweet summer child

[soutsuji]

Do you even understand what Chiori was to Morisu

[gemkun]

@ruinlost said : gimme the ratio hcs 🎤,how does he really feel about not being recognized by nous

      ⸻       pestered   by   many   ,   it   is   an   inevitability   for   this   question   to   be   asked   yet   again.   an   opinion   sorely   sought   for   ,   where   failure   awaits   those   who   coax   with   bribery   ,   and   others   will   extract   no   more   than   a   mere   expression   framed   in   neutrality.   whether   he   don   alabaster   or   expose   his   own   flesh   and   bone.

  but   in   the   solace   of   his   chambers   ,   where   not   a   soul   can   penetrate   past   the   privacy   his   walls   offer.   there   ,   he   can   mull   over   the   absence   of   nous   and   his   gaze.   the   astral   computer   ascended   to   aeonhood   ,   upheld   as   as   the   bestower   of   all   knowledge   ,   the   droidhead   that   could   enlighten   the   most   ignorant   and   foul   of   creatures.   an   ailment   that   the   doctor   ,   too   ,   wished   to   cleanse.

  knowledge   ,   albeit   desired   ,   is   a   double   —   edged   sword.

  as   arrogant   ,   as   veritas   might   appear   to   be   to   the   general   crowd   ,   he   steers   from   the   path   of   ego.   acknowledging   the   sacrifice   that   comes   with   ambitious   pursuit   ,   is   only   half   the   battle.   but   for   the   majority   ,   they   seldom   reach   this   revelation.   or   rather   ,   face   the   consequence   and   by   then   it   is   too   late.

  perhaps   ,   then   ,   it   is   a   blessing   rather   than   a   curse   to   go   unseen   by   the   humanoid.

  his   tome   closes   ,   producing   a   distinct   thud.   a   signature   noise   ,   belonging   only   to   veritas   ratio   and   his   ever   —   present   volume   ,   brimming   with   cosmic   dossiers.   ❝   if  ��i   am   never   to   capture   the   attention   of   nous   ,   this   will   not   deter   me   from   the   path   i   have   chosen.   ❞   incoming   ,   he   detects   particulates   ,   shrouded   in   filth.   his   next   task   is   appointed   ,   whereupon   he   rises   to   venture   to   his   relished   pastime.   a   hint   of   wafting   ambrosia   ,   is   all   he   requires   to   ward   intruding   whispers   ,   tarnished   in   debris.

  ❝   time   will   only   tell   ,   if   my   selection   to   join   the   genius   society   is   within   nous’   calculations   ,   but   until   then   i   will   continue   purging   this   world   of   the   malady   known   as   ignorance.   ❞

[weidli]

oh so 1x22 really is exactly calculated to make me specifically go fucking feral huh

[mrfunnyinthebank]

a few weeks ago i posted a tiktok where i gave my predictions for an aew show and at the end i say that pac is going to bend orange cassidy over and mox is going to shove his sunglasses up his ass and i got a new follower so i go to his page and according to the bio this guy is a united methodist pastor and a family man

[iamaperture]

as much as Ive been talking down about Harris due to all the Things Ive said already, no shortage of fault also lay with the republicans and trump. If he werent out there being just SOOO awful about everything, maybe the democratic party would actually attempt to put up a candidate that cares about the things their voters care about instead of trying to slide by with... Not even the bare minimum ("we should obey the law" is NOT a defense of trans rights, as a start). His incompetence was enough that the only thing they had to do was say, "we're not him" and people bent over backwards to compromise their beliefs.

I do understand and sympathise with folks who are rightfully scared of a second trump term. But do also understand that he and his supporters are your--OUR enemy. Not the people who wouldnt support blue republicans in defense of ideals you, ostensibly, hold.

Lets lighten the mood... How many months do you think he'll actually last before getting kicked out? :y

[s0dium]

Fucking you raw??!!!

Synopsis: It's his first time fucking and you are letting him go raw?????!!! Oh boy.

Warnings: Everything you might imagine.

Is he dreaming? This has got to be a dream.

He blinks. Hard. To his disbelief, the site below him remains unchanged.

He gazes, awestruck by the vulnerability and arousal mirrored in your eyes. The soft, ambient light above casts a gentle glow on your skin, accentuating its smoothness and the delicate curve of your shoulders and highlighting the gentle slope of your breasts. Your nipples glisten, probably from his spit when you practically had to coax him off them.

"Are you ok baby?" Your voice comes out almost as a whisper, sultry and smooth. He watches your lips form the words, how your mouth glistens from the spit of his messy kisses, and how your tongue darts out to wet it.

He thickly gulps and nods. No, he would not lose composure, not now when he has been fantasizing this moment for months. With unbreaking focus, he presses the tip of his dick against your tight hole.

Then, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and pushes in. Immediately his mind goes white, paper white. Fuck, he has to kneel over from how wet, warm and goddamn tight you feel. The sensation is electric, like tiny sparks dancing along his nerves, igniting every inch they touch. It's a delicious contrast of heat and moisture, sending waves of tingling delight that radiate from dick finger to the rest of his body. He can't believe this is happening, he can't believe he is fucking the girl of his dreams raw. Your a god damn angel for letting him do this he is sure of it.

He has to remain still inside your heat for a few seconds and thank god you let him, or else he is sure he wouldve cum ropes into you there and then.

"Im gonna move now baby," He throws his head back and groans "J-jesus you feel so good"

He's too immersed in his own pleasure to realize that you are also being thrown in the abyss of utter euphoria. Letting him go raw was the absolute best fucking decision you have ever made. His dick filled you to the brim, stretching you perfectly. His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters to see how much you could take, how much he could take. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure.

"F-faster" You manage to croak out and he lets out a whine at your words. Jesus, you don't need to tell him twice.

He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix, driving into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. The bed creaks beneath you both, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His movements are relentless, each one more intense than the last, the friction of his dick scraping against your walls making your toes curl.

"Love you, love you so much" he babbles. He's far too gone, a primal need for you has settled in him and his brain is on auto pilot. All he can think about is how good your pussy feels wrapped around him and how pretty you look right now. The sensation of your body moving in unison drives him wild, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in the overwhelming ecstasy. His low groans and murmured praises only heighten the intensity, making each moment more electrifying than the last.

"So good s-so good" your words are strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Every thrust ignites a fire within you, the sensations so intense you can hardly think. Your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you, the rhythm of his movements perfectly attuned to your own mounting desire. You moan in ecstasy, the sound mingling with his groans, as each powerful thrust pushes you closer to the edge. The pleasure is all-consuming, making your body tremble with each delicious impact, every moment more euphoric than the last.

As he continues, you can sense his building intensity, his breaths turning into ragged gasps. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel the shudder of pleasure running through him with each thrust like electricity. His grip on you tightens, and his pace quickens, driven by a primal need. Every thrust brings him closer to the peak, his mind beginning to blur with overwhelming sensation. You can see the tension in his muscles, his abs tightening with the strain of holding back.

"Shit shit shit" he gasps, bending over so his lips are against your ear. "Im gonna cum baby, im gonna cum in you fuuuuuu-"

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, his mind goes blank, and a surge of pure ecstasy washes over him. His body tenses, abs hardening as he reaches the peak of his euphoria. He groans deeply, lost in the moment of ultimate pleasure, every muscle in his body taut with the intensity of his climax. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving him trembling as the waves of pleasure gradually subside.

You gasp at the feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you up. Theres so much of it it spills out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Your body trembles in response, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sensing your rising climax, he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft, peppered kisses.

His voice, husky with desire, whispers in your ear, "Let it go, baby. Let it go."

His words, combined with the gentle touch of his lips, send shivers down your spine. He slows his thrusts, his dick still painfully hard, moving with a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm that drives you wild. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your entire body tensing as you approach the edge. His soothing words and tender kisses coax you further, until finally, you let go.

A wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body arching in response. The world blurs as you reach the peak of your euphoria, every nerve ending alive with sensation. His slow, deliberate thrusts and murmured encouragement keep you riding the wave of ecstasy, your mind lost in the overwhelming bliss. You cry out, the release so powerful it leaves you trembling, completely consumed by the moment.

Your left gasping for air and just when your about to roll over and take a breath, he grabs the underside of your legs and presses them against your chest.

"So sorry baby, I need more. Please let me have more."

GOJO, GETO, Toji, YUUJI, YUUTA, KENMA, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, EREN, SHIGARAKI, SANEMI