#AS THE WAY NATURE INTENDED IT

[canisalbus]

The more I think about Machete's death the worse it sounds to me. He didn't even have time to think of anything - yk usually people talk about their life flashing before their eyes, but he didn't even get to reminisce on or remember anything, anyone. One second he was fine, an individual with memories, hopes, feelings and plans, next second his entire world narrowed down to the danger at hand, and then in another moment he was just a body. Going from a whole person to a biological ragdoll on autopilot in a matter of seconds is just a type of horror that I'll never get over

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[arealtrashact]

If it wasn't for your Tumblr, I never would've watched The 10th (Tenth?) Kingdom. I thank you. 😃

You're welcome.

Now you too can live with the knowledge that we'll never get the planned sequel and, as a result, never see the abomination that these two managed to spawn.

I am haunted by the fact Simon Moore (writer) confirmed that their offspring would be 100% wolf.

[shakingparadigm]

what is the theory that ivan manipulated the event where till and mizi met the wagyein?

It's not a theory, actually! It's confirmed that Ivan orchestrated the whole event. The true reason as to why however is still unknown. The information provides more context to this scene, though:

During the earlier times of ALNST the most rational explanation for this scene was that Till ran after a flower crown (presumably Mizi's) and Ivan followed him in out of curiosity. Now we know that Ivan was conveniently just standing there because he was waiting.

Side note, I find it heartbreaking (and maybe a little funny, sorry) that Till most likely didn't notice Ivan in this scene. That's just like him, isn't it. Always too busy running after Mizi while Ivan trails behind, an ever-present shadow.

I'm not sure how Ivan manipulated the circumstances for both of them to end up there, but it is confirmed that everything was intentional. What strikes me most is how they describe this particular scene:

I can't copy down what they said word-for-word (Patreon info), but they described Ivan watching "creepily" as Till and Mizi are faced with danger. We know that Ivan was familiar with the Cerberus wagyein beforehand, enough to touch its teeth and even to rest himself inside its maw. To Ivan, the wagyein is not dangerous, but to Till and Mizi, it could be. Ivan prepared the wagyein, led them there, and watched "creepily" from afar as Till fell on his knees, seemingly injured.

The closest I can get to making sense of Ivan's "scheme" is that he wanted to see how other children would react in a dangerous situation. Ivan's always been an observer, after all, and he's learned to survive by copying the more "normal" behaviors of his peers. This situation occured when Ivan was still young and had not yet developed his more charming mask, so perhaps he staged this encounter to study a situational response, to learn and mimic the emotion of fear. And what better subjects for the experiment than two of the most expressive and reactive humans of their batch? It helps that he was already fixated on Till beforehand, too. I think Ivan became irreversibly obssessed after this incident, especially since it's framed as a turning point in Ivan's life, comparing Till to the stars.

This is just my attempt at an interpretation, though. It could very well be for another reason. He most likely chose Till and Mizi specifically for personal reasons, not just for reaction. I'm still not sure on the purpose behind the whole thing.

The team wanted to capture Ivan's "dark emotions" through the shot of his stalking, which could relate to his more sinister intentions. His gaze can be read in a few different ways, though. Curiosity, interest, fear, etc. Maybe that's why they decided to redraw the shot in ROUND 6.

I think this better sells the feeling they were trying to convey.

[liones-s]

I've been trying to pay more attention to when things feel easy. I spent so many years forcing things - relationships, interests, routines - that it was difficult to imagine things could or should feel differently. now that I've starting experiencing things that feel natural, I'm learning that hard work and forcing things are not equivalent. Doing well in a class I enjoy takes a lot of work, but it's not miserable. Swimming makes me tired but it brings me joy. When I tell someone I like spending time with them, they suggest fun things to do and it just happens to be an activity I love. Relationships and hobbies and passions take work, but they can feel good. Noticing when it feels good can help us find the way towards what's meant for us.

[tenspontaneite]

Still figuring out how I want to draw slugcats, but I'm definitely going for Weird Mustelid vibes now. Have some Survivor 🙏

[klanced]

hey katie … you do know that the live action voltron movie isn’t gonna have keith or lance right? like its most probably going to be an entirely new set of characters from the research i’ve done 😓 somewhat disappointing but interesting to see what they do with it at least?

i don’t like that idea so i’m electing to ignore it until proven otherwise 👍🏼

[alphagirl404]

With having a terrible relationship with her father before he died, and losing her bio mom & two people she saw as mother figures, I would not be surprised if Zelda would have insecurities with becoming a mom, to put it lightly...

[crescentfool]

having the hc that minato is ace is incredibly funny sometimes when you think about how ryoji is oh so very bi because it's like. "ah. death stole my ability to be attracted to people," in the same way that ryoji stole minato's eye color and energy level. like wow, thanks ryoji, you just keep finding things to steal from minato!

[syrips]

one thing i genuinely love (and understand) is during the twitter to tumblr migration when tumblr users would post like 'please newer users, dont spam tags, the purpose of tags is for organization purposes' while also simultaneously tumblr as a whole has always thrived off of tag communication, tag gushing, and essays entirely in tag format

[whump-n-comfort]

i've noticed a common generic idea beneath my fave stories

[goldensunset]

Accurate reperesnation of navigating Sinnoh in Diamond and Pearl (the black line is post game including the near impossibwl to obtain event items that gave you Darkrai, Shaymin and the Azure Flute to catch Arceus... which was never released outside of Japan becauae it was "too complicated" for children...)

LITERALLY it's the running around in circles in the north side cave section between celestic town and eterna city. surely this is how you climb mount coronet right? right??? surely there's a path? and then some more running around at the top of the mountain once you do manage to make it. help

[lord-squiggletits]

Speaking of Tyrest. A lot of people forget that he treated Pharma with absolute disdain, not only using him as a test subject for a clearly painful mass murder machine, but talking to Pharma like he saw him as nothing but some henchman to order around that was nothing more than a 'diseased cripple' if Tyrest hadn't come to rescue him.

Like it really is an interesting background dynamic with some curious implications, but when you look at fandom posts from around that issue/the years after, for some reason people just saw "Pharma worked with Tyrest" and concluded Pharma is a card carrying bigot ksjfnskxkd. Like yeah Pharma didn't do anything to stop Tyrest but it seems his main beef with the Autobots was with Ratchet in particular and maybe a general disdain for his ex-comrades. As well as continuing to hate Decepticons which like, not even the "good Autobots" are immune to (even in Pharma's introduction, First Aid says in his journal something like "yeah we all hate Decepticons, but Pharma REALLY hates them"). And despite what fandom likes to construe there's really no evidence in IDW1 that Autobots and Decepticons are different "races" or "types" of Cybertronians, so Pharma hating Decepticons really isn't a bigotry/robot racism thing. And instead probably has something to do with, idk, the 4 million year long galaxy-spanning blood feud war, or maybe being blackmailed and tortured into insanity by the Biggest and Most Decepticon-y of Decepticons.

Tyrest treated Pharma like trash, the other Decepticons working for Tyrest (how come no one ever brings that up btw) also hated him, so if anything it seems that Pharma was more of a rogue element only staying with Tyrest bc he was his best option and probably had no way to even escape.

I'm glad that at least in recent years the fandom has acquired a keen reading eye and good taste to finally recognize Pharma as the (accidentally) complex character he is instead of making him some posh, racist Starscream clone SHSJDGSGDH

[lilacxquartz]

Thank you for answering and the clarification. Both of the characters are evil then. I wonder if he’s the type to get jealous if our darling interacts with others then. How long are you planning to make this one?

two evil people up to no good‼️💥

i think kenjaku wouldn’t actually get jealous if the reader starts getting attention from others or interacts with others. he’s a pretty self assured character (even though i got him to act out for other reasons in the other fic) and knows what he wants, so he wouldn’t worry about things like that.

maybe it would annoy him at best if the mc reacts to these sorts of things in ways that he doesn’t like though, that’s when he’d deliver a warning, like he would act colder or he might be cruel to the mc.

& genuinely no idea. when i write by the chapter, it can pretty much go on forever (depending on how much story there is to gain from it) and with it being a crime thriller, it can go on for a long time before i’m done with it. i’ll still say minimum 20 chapters as a result.

[ninadove]

I’m really curious about the beef between Chloé and Felix, because it’s clear he 100% hates her guts. But like, not in a regular “Oh-Chloé-is-so-mean-I-hate-her-so-much” way - this one seems personal.

So far, I’ve counted 3 instances of Felix purposefully targeting Chloé as part of his shenanigans:

- The personalised dig in the video message to Adrien’s friends (“Felix”)

- Going out of his way to humiliate her while on a mission to investigate his uncle (“Gabriel Agreste”)

- She’s also the first person he snaps “out of existence” using the Red Moon powers, even before his main target Gabriel (“Emotion”)

I’ve learnt not to assume Felix does anything out of pettiness, so what’s the deal? Why would he repeatedly take the risk of derailing his plans for her? Is there some kind of deep narrative reason, or is she just so annoying to him that he can’t help it?

I want to know the tea. But also, I’d find it super funny if he just… Couldn’t stand her for no reason. After all, don’t we all have that one person that makes us grind our teeth?

[weaksspot]

actually i do have a few more thoughts. i think, to me, at least by the start of the series dean doesn't really have the kind of power over sam that would facilitate a one-sided abuser/victim dynamic. he doesn't actually abduct sam from his dorm room, he doesn't put a gun to his head and force him to come look for dad - my read of that scene is dean, scared, begging sam to come help him, because he can't cope alone. and sam goes because despite everything he does care about his brother and yeah, even his dad - dean doesn't have to manipulate him into it (though that's not to say we don't see manipulative behaviour at other points). sam is given outs, opportunities to leave, multiple times; dean offers to let him leave, and i don't think it's a false offer - it would have hurt him badly if sam took it but i don't think he would have tried to stop him. and when sam does go, in 1x11, it's not like dean hunts him down and forces him to come back, outside circumstances do that. and it's clear to me, too, that sam wants to go back to him! and dean is clingy, they are codependent, dean wants sam with him more than just about anything else, but i don't think that's unrequited. they both display pretty much equivalently extreme behaviour to keep the other one alive, to keep the two of them together. and i think dean is often at sam's mercy, emotionally, possibly even more than sam is at his - their relationship is often on uneven footing, but i don't think dean has the upper hand any more than sam does.

[hcdragonwrites]

Cleansing Rain (@digitalagepulao Drabble)

This was something that came to mind at the little Tumblr post this creator prosed below! It’s short but I hope you enjoy!

A great clap of thunder shattered the birdsong and scattered them like rice grains in the wind. The rumbling beast in the sky sounded tiger-like, it’s approach as soft as those jungle cats. Only it’s breath, as cold and full of water, warned that the beast was about to pounce upon them.

The pilgrims upon the road looked up all with varying expressions of worry. All except one. The youngest of the pilgrims- the youngest in disciplehood that is. The stone monkey had lived longer then a man, longer then most trees, and almost as long as some great dragons of the seas. He had seen the Heavens, had waged war with Immortals and Demons alike. The stone monkey had been King, Student, Sage, and Warlord. He had seen horrors, had survived many of them, and had brought his own to those that had been in his path.

The storms breath heaved again. An exhale of a roar as the rain splattered dry dirt, as it began to create a chime of sounds as the trees leaves laughed in its wake. The earth exhaled, the smell of dampening stone, earth and dirt, rising. As Water and Earth met the Monkey stood still, caught in between.

Sun Wukong, King of Flower Fruit Mountain, Sage equal to Heaven, Warlord and almost usurper of the Jade Emperor- looked upward. While the rest of the band made for a low hanging honeysuckle Wukong stood. The rain fell like the softest breath on his skin. The first droplets were cool. A storm from the mountains blown off course. It would have been snow if it had not been brought to them. To him.

The other pilgrims frantically set up a tent for their Master, Tripitaka. He was but mortal and this cold downpour could take root as a chill and sickness. They worked quickly. All except the newest edition.

Wukong felt the wind run fingers through his fur as if greeting a new friend. The dirt and rock that had clung to him since his imprisonment beneath the mountain was brushed away. To the other pilgrims it looked as if Wukong was just standing in the rain.

The water fell in a heavy sheet, not a soft thing now. The tiger had leapt onto them and roared its rain onto that dry bit of earth. It’s fury however was a welcome thing to the stone monkey. He felt it wash over him- nature in its pure, untamed movement. The water soon had his fur sodden. Wukong leaned into the invisible claws of the storm, enjoying the rush of sensations. It was cold, the wind tried to steal at his clothes in a playful manner, and the thunder clapped his ears as his mother would if he had tried to play a prank on her.

“What is he doing?” Bajie said. He was incredulous beneath his eyebrows, frowning as rain soaked his skin even beneath the tree.

“Looks like he’s enjoying the rain.” Wujing commented. The great red beard beneath his chin flowed like a river of molten fire- the rain making it stick to his shirt.

“More like getting a bath.” Longma spoke from beneath the branches. The horse shook itself and, with the last shiver, reverted to the dragon prince he was. Longma checked the tent flaps to make sure the ties were secure. It was a small tent and worn. They would have to get a new one soon from the damage this one had taken. From within - and before the eldest disciple could latch the last tie- the young monk poked his head out.

Tripatakas bald head already glistened with the rain as he called Bajie back to his place beneath the tree. The boar had been making its way to the stone monkey, a moody look in his eyes.

“Leave him.” It only took those simple words to recall the boar back to the tree. The monk looked at Wukong again. He took in the stance of the monkey, how the rain was now washing over him. How he looked almost …. Peaceful. Harmonious in a sense. The mortal man felt a small smile steal upon his face. Tripitaka felt he got a glimpse into a personal joy, as one a child gave when experiencing a new sight or as a man enjoying the fruits of his labour come to fruition.

“He looks …happy.”

Longma tied the last flap closed then he, Bajie and Wujing set about erecting another tent for themselves.

Sun Wukong laid back in the green grass, making a soft bed for his head. He stared up into the storm with eyes wide, face soft. The rain continued, the sound slapping against rock and petal, against road and wood, against his fur and ears. The noise- the noise!- it was bliss. No silent stone, no unfeeling chains. Here the wind trussed and pulled at him. Here the rain cleaned away the hundreds of years of neglect left in his fur. It groomed him, awakened his senses, made him feel alive.

Wukong laughed. He laughed until his own rain fell from his eyes. He was alive. He could not die - but there were feelings - there were things worse then death. Life meant so little when one could not experience what it meant to be alive. In the rain, in the cold, in the growls of the storm, Wukong revelled in it.

He was alive. He was glad for the storm, for it covering the sudden well of feeling that made their way down his cheeks and from his eyes. Wukong didn’t stop his tears. They were not of sorrow. Not of pity. They were of joy- the joy of experiencing and touching, tasting, smelling and seeing the world again.

He was alive.