#THAT IS SO FRICKING NEAT

[lilybug-02]

Artfight against @ejsuperstar ft. The Mad King and Chip. They're both so evil. I hope they have the most extravagant downfall of any onscreen villain.

This interaction is based on a little fic writing >:)

[daily-xisuma]

[047] Applied my version of Doom's partial invisibility fuzz effect and an accidental offshoot I created in the process, heehee :-)

[brutalmasks]

[feniverse-unfiltered]

Nico's moth

[monsoonceroom]

New Spy x Family chapter! Let's Gooooo!

So Damian & co (but mostly Damian) are studying when the above drops. I did google this & apparently 'Mitera' means 'Mother' in Greek, so this is likely their version of Ancient Greece. Pretty neat imo.

With Ostania's economy probably in shambles after the war, I wonder if this boom was partially because of the country's citizens hoping for a way to get back on their feet financially by selling some sweet ancient relics.

It's nice to know that they had twitter in 1960/1970's Ostania. Weak joke, I know.

Anyways, treasure hunting happens & while the boys are in proper attire, the 3 butlers are in suits in the middle of a freakin' forest. This would be absolutely miserable in real life. However, with this being Spy x Family, I automatically assume they're much too professional to allow even a single speck of dirt to sully their clothes & will be vaporized immediately.

Also, it looks like their hair colors are inversions of the kids? Instead of 1 brunette & 2 blonds, it's 2 brunettes & 1 blond. Also that Egeberg butler does look pretty fine.

Shush you! Damian already knows his family life is shit; let him be happy!

It's cute to see them explore the wonder's nature has to offer. Also did they not bring enough water, so they had to resort to drinking from waterfalls? Props for getting it from fast running water rather than a stagnant pool though.

STRRRIKE! Maybe I'm just exaggerating, but I lowkey wonder if Jeeves can give Martha a run for her money when it comes to physical prowess. While not much in terms of what we've already seen throughout the series (especially compared to Yor) I imagine not many people would have been able to use an acorn like a bullet.

:(

Have some food to cheer up, Damian!

Hold up; wild-caught venison? Did the butlers hunt deer while treasure hunting? They probably brought the food with them but the image of guys in suits stalking a deer is hilarious.

Lol, Ewen & Emile are like 'Did he just call us peasants?'.

Damian is calling upon the spirits to guide him.

Oh crap, it backfired & now he's possessed!

Not to worry! A kind spider has come to help!

Maybe the real treasure was the big ass flower we found along the way.

A quick google search says that 'Geschocran' when translated into English means 'Projectile Crane', so nothing too crazy there considering the pistil on that thing. I checked to see if maybe the name 'Witch's Crib' had any real-world equivalent although nothing came up aside from baby cribs & witch hazel. I wonder what the in-universe lore is on the 'Witch's Crib' name?

Goddamn kids these days & their helicopters. Back in MY day we had to wait hours in the car to get somewhere, uphill, both ways in the snow in 180 degree weather.

More sad Damian & Jeeves trying to talk to him about it. Also no one else is home? Where the frick did everyone go? Let's see; Melinda has her own place so she's probably chillin' there, Demetrius is likely studying at a library, & Donovan is, I don't know, concocting evil schemes in his lair or something.

Yooo! Damian's accusing Jeeves of being a snitch! At least Damian forgot he was sad.

KSKSKSKSKSKSKSKSK Looks like Damian tried to impress Anya & then complained to Jeeves about it later. I wouldn't doubt it if Jeeves is feeding Melinda info, but alas, we have no proof.

[depraved-love]

Halloween Special

Alright pulling an allnighter to finish this but frick that. For once i'm actually writting it with more fem!darling focus so warning of that ahead. Welp enjoy your horny OBT inspired yandere lady.

Yandere Fem Spider Hybrid X Caretaker Darling

TW: monster-fucking, dubcon, sadism, masochism, bondage, Hematolagnia

Her life wasn't much before those monsters dragged her from her burrow. But that doesn’t matter—she hates it here. The glass walls feel suffocating, the environment is fake, the food disgusting, though not as disgusting as those faces behind the glass. Tapping the glass, yelling, making faces... she hates it. And so here she is, cocooning her meal just so she doesn’t fall out of practice when the door creaks open. She gets up, ready to bite, just like the last time a "handler" tried to "look after her." A new face enters, carefully, and smiles. It looks so weak, there’s no way it’s a threat, so she just backs down and hisses. "Hehe, feisty, are you...? And pretty big... I’ll just drop off a little treat." Is it talking to her? Well, that’s new. It places something in her usual feeding spot. Again, unusual—they don’t feed her so often. It then walks away and waves. She waits a bit before coming closer to the offering. And it moves. All rationality is gone then; she just bites. She missed the hunt. It’s a pretty plump chicken, and she’s more than excited for such a treat and quickly takes it to her hide. If this face comes back with more treats like this, she might actually like them.

Another day, she’s trying to shut out the world when she hears more yelling outside the glass wall and frowns. A group of little monsters is right up against the glass, and she hisses at their antics. Then the face from before shows up. "Hey! Leave the hybrid alone! Can’t you read the signs?" The scolded younger ones grumble and back away slightly, at which point the face steps in front of them. "You can just read the sign and see this beauty isn’t too active." The little ones, angry at being stopped, turn their taunting and bothering toward the face, who does their best to tolerate them. Some sympathy awakens in her, maybe just a bit of gratitude and mischief, and she decides to "help." She walks right up against the glass, placing her hands and two of her feet right against the wall before properly showing off her fangs, almost as long as her whole head. The younger monsters quickly scatter with yelps. The face from before turns around and chuckles. "My my... I might just have to send the troublesome ones to you more often, girly." She doesn’t understand their gibberish, but that tone suggests a compliment—and maybe some live treats later.

She got used to them eventually. They were much better company than her previous handlers and brought treats, so she had zero reason to actively dislike them. Actually, she’s been liking them more and more, even letting them come right up to her hide. And so one day the face comes in with a treat and another thing... it looked almost like a hedgehog. "Hey, beauty... want a treat?" Of course she comes right up and takes the treat. Young turkey this time—neat. As she pumps it full of her venom, she feels the face touch her. She freezes. The face brings the strange object up to her head and starts running it through her hair. "Alright... no biting, got it, girly..." She stays still, feeling fury building up, and then the object pulls a strand of her hair. The next second, she has the face under her, biting their hand and giving them a warning dose of venom, expecting the usual yell of pain. Guards pull her off the handler as she hisses, quickly retreating to her hide. As the guards carry the caretaker out, she listens to see how much venom she actually gave them, but instead of yelling, she hears moans. Well, this is going to be something.

Two weeks later, the person is back... as if nothing happened. Their hand is bandaged up due to the sheer size of her fangs, but that’s it. They keep a bigger distance, but the compliments haven’t subsided. Why in the world are they here? "Hey, pretty... Don’t worry, no touching today..." She comes closer... They don’t back away. Have they always been so red when they were near her? And were they always so tiny? They always call her pretty or beautiful, but this time she REALLY likes them. "...pretty..."

She spent a few nights thinking of what the hell had been happening with them. And why the hell does she want them to touch her! And she lands on it—they must be courting her! These monsters are so damn weird, and this must be some sort of ritual. They have been keeping their distance since she "rejected" them, probably afraid of getting killed. Gods, she’s so dense! And so, the next time she sees them, she decides to try it for herself. While they’re filling her feeding spot, she creeps up behind them and runs her fingers through their much shorter hair. This time they freeze but don’t pull away, so she continues. She’s never noticed just how specific their scent is... it’s lovely. While her hands work on their hair, her other limbs start touching the rest of their body. The monsters outside the wall are speechless, and she does not want them seeing this anymore. If they’re to be her mate, she wants to mate the way her kind would and without spectators. Without too much struggle, she drags them to her hide and starts spinning a decorative cocoon around them. They’ll be so pretty in her webs. She’s about to bite them again when the guards finally reach the enclosure and separate them. She hisses and panics. Why are they messing with their mating?! They drag her out of the enclosure and towards the back. She sees her person, shaking and talking to a director while they help them get her webs off.

She’s pacing in the small holding cell, furious. The guards messed it all up! That’s her darling! Her mate! Who are they to separate them! This won’t fly! No, no, no, no, no! She’s getting out tonight. She’s taking her darling. And she’s mating them—that’s final.

Getting out wasn’t too hard, to her own surprise. A few bites did the job, and their darling’s scent was still fresh. She followed the scent down the streets of the city, surrounded by those monsters... they’re masked, though. They’re dressed in strange skins and leaves, pretending to be something different. She blends right in.

She finds them days later in a run-down complex. They’re in the shower, scrubbing themselves clean... They must be trying to get foreign scents off. What a good mate.

They regain consciousness in... a burrow? They’re wrapped up in silk with their mouth covered... and there, a 7'10" spider hybrid looms above them, her fangs grazing their neck. "...beautiful..." They try to struggle but fail. She sinks her fangs in, and the agony fills their veins. They cry and moan into the silk covering their mouth. Words are long gone from their brain. She grins and licks up the delicious liquid gold running from the wounds. "...beautiful..." She pulls them up by the silk and attaches it to the roof of her burrow, watching them writhe. She quickly rips off those skins they wear over their pretty body. They don’t have markings like her, nor nearly the same amount of hair... they look so innocent this way. She starts nibbling on their body, looking for sensitive spots, and whenever she finds one, she gives it a small dose of venom, loving the cries coming from her darling. Eventually, she finds herself between her darling’s legs, hands holding their thighs apart, two of her legs holding their hips, and all eight of her eyes fixated on her darling’s perfection. Human genitals are foreign to her, so she starts with slight licks and nibbles. Upon seeing the reaction, she clumsily adds more stimuli. Any time a bit of her venom slips, her darling cries and thrashes, only adding to their beauty. Her long tongue makes its way inside them, and they arch their back. She grins, realizing she’s finally found the right place. She starts tasting and devouring them like a five-course meal. Any time they tighten, she gives them a dose of her venom just to see the reaction. The closer they come to what she presumes to be climax, the more desperate their fight becomes until they finally come undone on her face. She laps up all of their essence and then lowers them down. They’re so perfect... She removes the silk covering their mouth, and they smile. Their eyes are glazed over with pleasure and love.

"...pretty..." "...beautiful..."

[r-aindr0p]

Elias is so fricking cute and cool and funny! He's so fricking awesome!

He is thanking you ! (and flexing w/ his technomantic prosthetis) + other random scribbles (yea jade quickly found it neat to sit on Elias' right side during classes, free charge station and web browser)

As for the other ask, yeah that's the plan but shh, Elias is still in denial.

Though they technically held hands once, kinda... it happenned after this little incident (first comic w/ the broom)

Automatic hand grab :)))

Might as well link this other shitpost w/ elias I did centuries ago, since it's answers to asks it doesn't show when I look up for the posts w/ the search bar hhshdhsvd, anyway here you go : cat feeder ferature on his arm

[gamegirlx]

HEAR HEAR!!! LMK S5 SPOILERS!

i, as an individual human being with free speech, have just finished the fifth season of monkie kid, thus i have THOUGHTS that must be shared.

OK BUT TO QUICKLY ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT PEOPLE HAVE BEEN WORRYING ABOUT FOR THE LONGEST TIME- THE ANIMATION.

it's... ok!

if anything, I GOTTA SAY, they are doing they're best! and it shows!

like okay, ofc the older seasons get better animation but like bro YOU GOTTA GIVE IT TO THIS ANIMATION STUDIO for sOmEwhAt keeping up with the animation!

One of the things I noticed is how they actually improve aimating the characters throughout the episodes, and that's pretty epic!

NOW, i wanna address the writing of s5!

It takes a moment of pondering and such for me to cooperate my thoughts into a neat paragraph of words but ALRIGHT-

The concept IS GREAT. The execution??? eh.

the first half of the show was OK, nothing more, nothing less.

the SECOND HALF of the show, now, they were cooking some really epic scenes, interesting concepts, damn good character interactions that *COULD'VE*, i say, COULD'VE been good, IF ONLY THE PACING was better.

here are some random nitpicks i have:

goofy ahh medusa monkie kid oc villian reveal was underwhelming, bruh- NOW HE'S COOL AND ALL, bro's got the sassiest voice ever oh fOR REAL THOUGH, BUT maaaannnn, he def could've used WAY MORE BUILDUP in the first five episodes of the season

that one samadhi fire episode with red son and mei was unneccesary, i think it exists just for dragonfruit content but in term's of shipping, the interactions between mei and red son weren't even that fluffy or romantic. :(

there are quite a few loopholes and, like, exxagerated moments that could've been fixed if the writers just paid more attention to, like ehhhhhh, u'll see moments here and now where the characters are kinda dumb for not doing this or that, etc

the writing and climaxes in past seasons were DEFINETLY better than season six, but okay lemme just say tho, maybe im coping real hard but HEAR ME OUT !!!

SEASON FIVE IS GOOD ENOUGH.

Ya'll shouldn't ghost this season just because the animation looks worse.

This is kinda like a Monkie Kid S1 situation, in which the show was still finding it's animation groove and the story was still in it's early cooking stages but LOOK AT WHERE S1 GOT US (psst psst s2-s4 were FIRE.)

IN MY HUMBLE OPINION,

i believe that the story buildup for the upcoming sEASON SIX of monkie kid will be fricking epic.

ah aH AH- NOT TO MENTION that the animators will inevitably improve, too!

I SAY, GUYS, instead of dumping this show and roasting it for it's so-so season 5, i say we support the team and the show! Let's show the cast and crew that monkie kid is WORTH investing the time into making better! BECAUSE MONKIE KID IS A GREAT ANIMATED SHOW.

AND LIKE GUYS i haven't even mentioned the silly little stuff i like about this show!

(those will be for future rants fr)

NEVERTHELESS. i've stated my case. please spread the word that SEASON FIVE OF MONKIE KID SHOULD BE WATCHED.

and i thank you.

[stellocchia]

Straight up just some incorrect quotes for Killer and Color 'cause I got bored:

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Killer: Color and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Color: We what?

-

Killer: I owe you one.

Color: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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Color: I’m in love with you.

Killer: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Color: I know.

Killer: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

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*Color and Killer looking at a locked gate into a park*

Color: Aw. :(

Killer: You know what they say.

Color: Please don’t-

Killer: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Color: Frick-

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Color: Act natural.

Killer: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic.

Color: NO, that’s not what I meant! Act like it’s a normal day!

Killer: My ‘normal’ days of late, consist of a lot of panic.

Color: Will you just cooperate?

Killer: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

[vibratingskull]

Would I be able to request Thrawn x pregnant reader? Where Thrawn realizes she’s pregnant before the reader does and gets very protective, but the reader does not understand why, and they end up in an argument but Thrawn wants her to discover the pregnancy herself. I’m not sure how you’d go about that but I know you’re a really good writer so I’d love to see you write that imagine if that makes sense.

Future dad Thrawn, protective Thrawn, jealous Thrawn protecting his pregnant wife... A dream come true really.

Thrawn x F!reader

It just started like any other month, but both of your fates transcended that day.  

“Maker fricking... Gosh!” He hears you curse through the bathroom wall. 

“Is there a problem, Ch’acah? Do you need assistance?” He rises from the sofa to knock at the door. 

You open the door visibly tired.  

“It’s just... My period stopped again but the cramps are here once again!” You sigh visibly at the end of your life. 

Nothing out of the ordinary. Your periods have always been unpredictable since he knew you thanks to PCOS. You could not have them for several months straight and then bleed for almost an entire month. Or they could just come back normal for a period to completely derail once again, just to taunt you. But no matter what, the cramps always come back with a vengeance. 

He could only stand as a witness of your distress and help in the little ways he can. 

“I am terribly sorry, ch’eo Ch’acah. What can I do to help?” 

You sighed again, lowering your shoulders, terribly irritated. 

“I want to nap for an entire month.” 

He smiles, empathetic. He remembers back in the Ascendancy, he was the go-to guy to ask to buy period products in his social circle when no girls around could do it. He never saw it as weird or even humiliating to go to the counter with a tampon box in hand, his friends needed his help and who was he to refuse to extend his hand? He got a lot of weird looks when he entered the pharmacy in his neat Naporar uniform only to go straight to the women’s health section. Ziara forgot her period was supposed to start and he never saw her so... distraught, so on edge and on the verge of tears. He offered her his jacket to wrap around her hips to hide any stains and headed to the store immediately. 

Since that day he always carried a pad in his bag in case of emergency for his friends and female classmates. 

And it came in use more than one time! 

His behavior didn’t change when he started dating you, if anything it came in handy a lot. Always checking if you had a box of menstrual protection in advance without you even asking him, remembering you to sterilize your cup regularly when you wanted to try it, changing numerous sheets you bleed on during the night, hand washing the blood stains on your pajamas that the washer didn’t get. 

He also makes sure you have painkillers at arm’s reach at any time, he will prepare as many hot water bottles as you need while you lay in bed, in pain and uncomfortable, and he will massage your back or rub your lower belly delicately each time you ask, applying gentle pressures strategically. 

He knows an orgasm can greatly reduce periods cramps and will gladly give you one to help relieve you by gently massaging your clit until you are a shaking mess in his hands or a cunnilingus, his favorite method, whether you are bleeding or not. He is not afraid of a bit of blood on his tongue and will eat you out longly until you come hard in his mouth and finally relax as your orgasm eases your painful muscles. 

But if you only want a cuddle he will join you in bed and hold you tight, as the big spoon, caressing your tummy softly. 

That’s no big deal, that’s just what being a good husband is. 

“I understand your distress, Ch’acah. But maybe a month’s nap is unrealistic.”  

You purse your lips, going to sit on the bed. 

“Not only that but I’m super smelly and I hate that.” You grouse. 

He tilts his head. 

“What do you mean? You always smell lovely.” 

“You wish. I already took a shower this morning and I need to take one again, I think my hormones are fucking me up today. I feel so dirty.”  

“Your hygiene is impeccable.” 

“Judge for yourself if you don’t believe me!” You start losing patience, too in pain to be rational. 

He gently approaches to take your hand and smells your wrist. 

He takes a sniff. 

And froze. 

“See?” You respond “I’m dirty, I’m sweaty and miserable!” 

He doesn’t listen, his brain is too focused on trying to rationalize what he is smelling at this very second. He remains still, one knee to the ground, your hand in his, his nose above your delicate wrist and his eyes slowly blinking in the realization of what he is smelling. 

Is it possible? After so many tries, after so many failed attempts and heartbreaking clinical news, could you truly be...? 

He switfly turns his head to you, a breath caught in his throat. You round your eyes in surprise. 

“Wow okay... No need to look so shocked, I know I smell, I’ll take a shower.” 

You do not understand, not yet. 

You hate that odor but to him this is the most delectable one he ever got to smell. 

He slightly rises to push your hair out of the way to bury is face in your neck. 

He has to be sure... 

He deeply inhales with his red eyes closed. 

Oh that delicious smell... 

His heart contracts painfully as he feels waves of dark energy in his veins, propelling him forward, and forcing you to lay on the mattress under his weight. You yelp in surprise as he grabs a fistful of your hair and hugs you painfully tight. 

“Thrawn? What the-” 

He brushes his nose against the skin of your neck, reveling in this new scent, full of wonders and promises. 

After all those years, are you finally pregnant? Full with his baby, your little one to the both of you? Are you going to make him a father? 

His reason urges him to the be rationnal and level headed but his Chiss instincts are waking up with a vengeance of being asleep for so long! 

A baby! 

A miracle! 

He cannot fight the urge to lick your neck from shoulder to jaw, he wants to taste that smell, to taste this victory against destiny itself. 

So many doctors and medics warned your couple. You had fertility problems and you are from two different species, and while you never said it out loud you kind of stopped hoping for a baby after several years of unfruitful tries. You simply resigned yourself. 

He couldn’t hold it against you. You knew your body and you knew the odds. 

He never stopped hoping, he simply kept it low to not upset you, the subject getting sensitive for you. 

But today, 

Today you are pregnant! Today you cheated fate! 

He feels the thrills flowing in his veins, pushing him to claim you as his, leaving his odor on you to deter any rivals. He almost digs his nails in your flesh to keep you close to him. 

He mentally slaps himself, getting back control over that brutal urge, he recover is usual sterness and gently kisses your cheek. 

You look at him suspicsiously, what got over him? 

“As I said, you smell lovely.” He smiled lightly. 

 “What kind of reaction was that?” You ask gauging him up and down. 

“My apologies, Chiss are more sensible to odors and scents than humans.” 

“... And you like mine when I’m sweaty and dirty?” You ask more and more incredulous. 

“You are not dirty, my love.” He brushes his nose with yours, holding your face between his two hands, “And for the record, I love your smell no matter what, I can learn so many things about you with it, like where you are in your cycle, or if you’re off of it...” He tries to hint at it. 

“Hugh, don’t tell me about it.” 

You do not understand. 

It is all right. You are really early in the pregnancy, you have all the time to discover it. 

In fact he wont say a thing, leaving you the surprise. He will even lie and pretend he didn’t knew when you will reveal to him the news, triumphant, that you succeeded against all odds. 

That will be your victory and he will celebrate you for it. 

He can even celebrate you tonight without you knowing! 

“In fact I love it so much I want to devour you right now.” He purrs lowly, waving his hips against yours, brushing his loins between your open legs. 

“Oh Thrawn...” You wince, “I can’t do it with you tonight, I’m too uncomfortable, I’m sorry I-” 

“Oh no, no, no, no, Ch’acah.” He reassures you, “You lay back and relax, let me do the work. I will take great care of you.” 

He knows you can’t do penetrative sex in this state, he will eat you out all night long instead. He is drooling just thinking about it. 

Oh, he’s gonna take such good care of you sweetheart, let him work his magic on you and enjoy yourself! You deserve so many orgasms for your marvelous present to him, he feels motivated to break his personal record. 

He will stop only when you will be crying from overstimulation...  

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“Did you take weight?” Xoxtin asks out of the blue while loudly munching on her dish. 

You raise a warning glance at her. From the corner of your eyes, you see Karin tensing up and Lark’s bite almost takes a wrong turn. 

“I am saying that for you, you should hit the gym more often.” she continues, inconsiderate. 

You roll your eyes with a sigh, who accepted her at the table again?  

“How do you expect to find a man if you let yourself go like that?” She insists. 

“Did he ever crossed your mind that I was not searching for a man maybe?” You falsely smile at her. 

You indeed gained some weight recently, but it always fluctuates with your condition. What’s more bothering you lately is the sickness you have at different time of the day for two weeks now.  

Thrawn is also weirdly... on edge recently? Hard to describe but he is a lot more tactile, hugging just a bit too tight to be comfortable, like he was trying to melt your bodies into one, he seems to try to hold you back when you release his hand, and he seems constantly looming behind your back. You could swear you heard him growl at a colleague talking to you yesterday! 

And as romantic as it might sound you both agreed to keep your marriage a secret and he really isn’t making any effort to be subtle lately. 

Xoxtin purses her lips in disaproval. 

“It’s going to come bite you in the neck if you’re not careful” 

“I have PCOS. I gain and lose weight at the goodwill of my uterus. That’s kinda outside of my control.” 

“I’m saying that for you.” She speaks with her mouth full. 

“Oh come on,” Lark slides into the conversation uninvited, “With or without those new pounds she would still have that pretty face to make heads spin.”  

He suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulder to press you against his body. You’re so taken aback you don’t stop him, do not even tell him to release you. He grabs your chin with his other hand . 

“Look at her! She is adorable.” And he just kisses your cheek. 

You are just about to flick him off when he’s literally ripped out of you violently, making you jump away in fear and surprise.  

“What the...?!” 

You discover Thrawn, looming over Lark, on the ground. His hands are clasped behind his back as usual but he looks at him with daggers, his eyes shine brighter proof of an inner turmoil or intense emotion. He is visibly tense, more than you ever saw him. Lark looks up at him, confused like he doesn’t understand it is Thrawn who just threw him across the floor like trash. 

“Gr-Grand Admiral Thrawn?” He bablbutiates. 

“You will not lay your hands on her again. Am I clear?” Thrawn enunciates slowly, is tone deadly cold. 

You can hear him spit the words between his gritted teeth. 

“It.. It was nothing, just a little peck, I-” 

“Never.Again.Am.I.Clear?” Thrawn repeats deadly. 

“Grand Admiral Thrawn!” You interject, “It’s all right, it was nothing, he was joking.” 

He spins to you and his gaze shocks you to your core. 

He is beyond pissed off. 

He is properly enraged. 

“This was not all right. This was not nothing.” He counters in a calm tone that sends shivers down your spine, “I cannot let such behaviors fly. This is unjustifiable.”  

Okay, Lars trespassed your boundaries but in the end, it was just a kiss on the cheek, Karyn kisses your cheek all the time and Thrawns looks ready to demolish him to blood. He never reacted like that before. 

The fuck was that? 

“I will take him to have a word in my office, Grand Admiral. Do not worry.” Karyn intervenes, standing up she helps Lark to stand up and walk away with him. 

Thrawn keeps looking at you, still and mute while the rest of the mess hall still wonders how to react to that act, silently observing their Grand Admiral they seem ready to flee and scatter at any sound. 

They finally look back at their plates in submission but you remain standing, looking at Thrawn with incomprehension. He grabs your hand and pulls you in the corridor of the Chimaera. 

“Thrawn, what the fuck?!” You complain. 

“I do not want you to eat at the mess hall anymore. You will take your meals in my suite from now on.” He doesn't even look at you saying that, he just keeps walking straight ahead, pulling you behind him. 

“Why would I do that?” You protest at his audacity. 

“Because I order it.” 

You rip your hand of his grip harshly, prompting him to stop and turn towards you with eyes telling you are in trouble. 

But you can be both enraged. 

“Thrawn. With all the respect I owe you, who the fuck do you think you are to order me around like that?” 

He straightens his back, rising with all his height. 

“Your Grand Admiral, and more importantly, your husband.” 

You just cannot believe what you are hearing right now. This is so unlike him! He never got so angry that he resorted to violence, that he physically removed you from a place and now is ordering you around like that! 

Thrawn is not like that. This is not the man you chose for the rest of your life. 

“You think it gives you any power over me?!” 

He advert his gaze to look around and open a door. 

“Please enter. Let us discuss inside privately.” 

You breathe through your nose and enter, not without stabbing him with your eyes. Once inside the conference room, you spin to look at him, crossing your arms on your chest and frowning. 

“What is wrong with you lately? What is going on?!” 

“You are obviously the victim of sexual harassment by your male colleagues. I took the action to intervene for your integrity.” 

You blink, taking a second to process his words. 

“Lark is a dumbass and a clown, but he is not dangerous. If you didn’t ‘take action’ as you said I would have been able to get rid of him myself and with way less drama and publicity.” You correct him. 

He readjusts his position on his feet, grounding himself. He seems calmer but his eyes remain dark and agitated. 

“So you expected me to not act when he put his hands on your body and kissed you without consent?” He asks. 

“No. And I am glad you reacted to protect me. But throwing him to the ground like that? Publically? Like I thought our marriage was supposed to remain a secret and today you seemed ready to beat him to a pulp!” 

“I acted to protect you.” 

“Did you? Or did you protect your ego?”  

His nostril flares but he remains silent. 

Why can’t you see ? 

How you make heads turn and spin all around. 

Before he didn’t mind it. He knows you will never cheat on him, as he would never cheat on you. He never felt the need to resort to violence to deter any rivals, you stopped them very effectively yourself as he gazed lovingly at you from afar. 

But since he knows, all looks caressing your skin is insufferable to him, revolting, a stab in his own flesh, cutting so deep he feels like bleeding to death. 

So when Lark laid his hands on you and kissed your cheek, his brain just... Blacked out. 

His conscience took a backseat as his instincts took the reins and he grabbed the poor fool to throw him on the ground. He didn’t punched him, but he didn't lack the will. 

It was terribly tempting to make him an example.  

To assert his dominance over the foolish suitor who though he could steal the pregnant wife of a Chiss. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know. Who kisses a colleague so brazenly like that in the first place? 

He knew that it would be challenging. He heard tales of males Chiss going off the rails for their pregnant partner in his youth and witnessed some crazy acts in his adulthood. So he knew he would have to prepare himself mentally to protect your common secret, to not loose his cool. He even thought that he would rise above that, that he had full control of his anger and possessivity. 

But when he saw Lark all over you... 

It was simply so sickening and maddening, and his protective and possessive instinct just screamed at him so loudly that he simply lost control. He forgot about your relationship being a secret, he forgot about being the Grand Admiral, he forgot about his usual restrain. 

His only goal was your and the baby’s safety. Who does this man thought he was to touch a Chiss’ mate? A Chiss’ wife? The future mother of a Chiss? He needed to be put in his place urgently.  

Now that he has calmed down, he realizes how unbecoming of him and reckless it was.  

But if you think he is going to say sorry, you are terribly wrong. 

He will not apologize for protecting his pregnant wife. In fact he will do it again, as many times as he has to. 

The thing that you are not understanding and that he is slowly realizing right now, is that he could kill fo you. 

One of his own officers, no second thought.  

If they push the right buttons, he will not take responsibility for his actions.  

Because Chiss are protective of their families to an extent you still have absolutely no idea. When Chiss see their partner and children in danger, things get really dangerous, really quickly.  

The syndicure had to put special laws in place and create a special category of crime for those very situations. The murder of a rival to protect a wife and an unborn baby was a classic of Chiss culture since millennials, it was a popular trope for books and movies, plays and operas, something deeply ingrained in their psyche. 

Barbaric for other species, perfectly justified in their eyes. 

So you can sit your pretty butt on any apology because you’re not going to get one. 

“Won’t you say something at least?!” You press him. 

“I understand where you are coming from. But I do not expect you to understand.” 

“Oh really? And why is that if you please? What, I am too stupid to understand the Grand Admiral Thrawn’s glorious mind?” You scoff. 

He deeply inhales. He really doesn’t want to tell you, it would spoil it for you. You deserve to discover it for yourself and have the joy to tell him. He so longs for your sparking eyes when you will approach him with a pregnancy test hidden behind your back. Who is he to rob you of that special moment? 

“You know I never thought that about you.” He counters . 

“Well you sure sound like you do right now.” 

You are very clearly pissed at him but right now he wants nothing more but to take you in his arms and carry you tight to the suite to lay in bed with you. He wants to hide you from the rest of the universe, to hug you so tight that you fusion in one single being, like that you will be safe and sound. He wants to smell his scent on you, mixing with yours in a perfect new fragrance. He wants you safe under his body, caged by his weight so nothing could ever reach and hurt you, protecting you with his large stature. 

But you would claw his face. So he keeps his urge on a leash. 

“I never had and never will have such opinions about you, I respect you too much.” 

“But clearly not enough to have the nerves to order me around like that!”  

You’re really not going to spare him, do you? 

Would he usually have the nerve to grab you to drag you to another place or give you orders like a child? No. 

But he felt justified. When it comes to protecting his Ch’acah and unborn baby he has all the rights in the universe! 

Protecting you and your baby is his sole focus and worry every day, his mission to the Empire became secondary to him. 

“Listen. I don’t know what came over you but I have been sick for months now, I don’t sleep, I puke every day, my back is destroyed and my PCOS is acting up, so I do not have the patience to deal with men petty ego battles right now!” You almost shout, at the end of your patience. 

He remains silent, listening to you breathing heavily. He patiently waits, looking at you silently. He is fully calmed down now and only looks at you with adoration in his shiny red eyes. 

How could he be mad at you when you are carrying his child? This is simply impossible. This is beyond him. 

“Do you feel better?” He softly ask. 

You wince. 

“I.... Yes. Sorry I screamed. But it needed to be said.” You respond, with a nicer tone. 

“I understand and do not hold it against you. In your state mood swings are very common.” 

You sniff, slowly relaxing. 

“My state, my state... PCOS don’t give me mood swing you know it.” You caress a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I am not talking about your PCOS, Ch’acah. “ 

You raise an eyebrow with a silent question. 

He ponders, should he tell you? Keep the secret? 

Sure seeing you come to him with your largest smile to tell you the news sounds terribly alluring, but keeping the news away from will prevent you from getting the appropriate care. 

You could hurt yourself and the baby at the gym or while training with colleagues. 

He got rid of all the alcohol bottles in the suite behind your back but he knows Faro has a nice whisky collection and loves to invite you over. 

The risks are too high, every new day brings its new set of dangers. He needs to put a stop to it. 

“You may want to sit, my love.”  

You look at him, incredulous, but cave in. 

He sits in another chair and leans forward to take your hand in his. He gently caresses the back of it with his thumb, reveling in the softness of your thin human skin. He looks at you and cannot refrain from a smile stretching his lips right now, his second hand comes to caress your cheek. 

Your shared life flashes in his mind, all those moments at each other side. So precious.  

“I love you so much, Ch’acah.” He softly says, devouring your gorgeous face with his eyes. 

“Thrawn, you look like you’re about to tell me something shocking.” You reply a bit freaked out. 

He chuckles lightly. 

“You will be shocked, I am sure. But in a good way, I promise you.” 

“Okay.” You readjust yourself in your chair, bracing yourself for what he is about to throw at you. “I am listening.” 

“(Y/n), Ch’acah, my love, light of my days, star of my nights,” He says incredibly softly, squeezing your hand tenderly, caressing your cheekbone, his read eyes spilling love, “You are pregnant.” 

@Bluechiss @Thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil_urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay @obbicrystaleo @germie2037 @exoplorationn @leo4242564 @jennfir @davesrightshoe 

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SORRY FOR THE QUALITY BUT!!!!! "BOOO!" MINORI!!!! Everything about her outfit is fricking adorable. Her cherry earrings!!! Her headband!!!! Her shirt!!! Her little apron!! HER SAMOYED SLIPPERS AAAAAAAAAAAA

But most importantly of all!! LOOK AT THE LITTLE BANDAGES ON MINORI'S KNEES!!!!!

Bandages are just so adorable on every character, but on Minori especially it actually makes so much sense. Since Minori's historically the three-leaf clover, the world's unluckiest girl, she would be clumsy and probably would have plenty of scrapes and bruises on her knees. Not to mention her ruthless idol practice, which likely does involve a lot of falling. But it also shows her tenacity and gusto! I just think that little detail is neat cuz it adds so much to her character.

ALSO it's given me the headcanon that Minori wears a bunch of bandages on her face, probably given to her by Momojan. She would look like a delinquent if not for the various cartoon/shoujo characters on them. Also her fans will flood the comments with wishes for her safety and enchantments against future mishaps that will never fail to make her explode with bashfulness and gratitude ♡

I CANNOT CONTAIN THE CUTENESS AGGRESSION!!! PUTTING THEM IN A BLENDER!! CRUSHING THEM WITH A WHISK!!!!! /a

(OBVIOUSLY I love all of the designs. I FREAKING ADORE Miku's strawberry dress and the cute little blossoms in her hair 🍓!!! I love Tsukasa's apron and his hair clips <3333 Toya's incredibly tiny rings and his earrings!!!!!!!!)

[thearchmanofgreenfield]

Mom: Friends are cool but only people who’ll really help you is your family

Friends:

Family:

Their mutual disdain was so intense it made the bench longer.

"And yes I did ask her if she wanted to share the umbrella, EVEN THO IM NOT SUPPOSED TO, ITS BASIC HUMAN FRICKING DECENCY"

So anyways, I saw the earlier sketch and decided I HAD TO MAKE THIS. My pencil unfortunately decided to melt at that very moment so the new sketch was very botched. It still gets the point across tho, a point i, who has an older sister, know all too well. And besides, its the first ever meme to feature TWHUTH characters! So thats neat. Cheero! :D

tagline for community members: @harleyacoincidence @autism-purgatory , @rivenantiqnerd , @sm-writes-chaos @hellothere2009 ,@shin-soumisa

[sabrondabrainrot]

☀️🌟☼🔅

Random Idea but with what I know about current spoilers I have two ideas. One is that Sun will somehow becomes the Witherstorm (I AM BANKING ON THIS) or he's going to be relevant to the Witherstorm of their dimension and be scattered through dimensions.

One of my most favorite series of all time is "Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles" and the crux of that series is they need to put someone back together and to do so, they have to travel to various dimensions to find the missing pieces of the person's soul. I totally see that happening to our Sun? I don't know why.

Even to this day, Sun still hasn't quite opened up about himself. Not to Old Moon, New Moon, Solar, Earth, Lunar, etc etc. I think the most he's been open towards thus far is probably Dazzle ironically?

I'm still getting caught up but I can tell Dazzle actually wants to get to know him so she's asking about him and he's honestly telling her. (also loving how Sun is spending more and more time with the kids in the show, He spends so much time with FC, Dazzle, Jack, etc. It's so wholesome) I'd say Earth and Lunar are in second place of knowing him best but they also still sometimes are kept an arm's length away.

Solution to this? Scatter parts of his 'soul' into the multiverse and make it the family's responsibility to find him! Heck he could even be in a coma the entire time they do this! When they find a Sun fragment they get to see his memories or feel and hear his thoughts.

In Tsubasa the fragments are called 'feathers' and they can warp reality, break time and space, or even gain sentience. I think it'd be so neat if one of the fragments of Sun became Dark Sun but I know it's not likely.

"I am doing this for Sun, Because I am Sun" vibes

Just an Idea but it'd be so cool if it happens!

My second Idea, has to do with a sketch I did a bit ago (still working on more sketches for it) but basically I know Sun's currently gathering power. He's a fighter and wants to help! His family is still keeping him away from the action though. It's not malicious and comes from them wanting to protect him but it's going to ultimately leave him more vulnerable and a target.

Dark Sun I know is tampering with dark energies, he's raising a dragon? He's associating more and more with Witherstorm energy and he still hasn't quite confessed what his motive/plan is besides the fact this is "all for Sun"

So wouldn't this mean Sun is going to ultimately becomes a Witherstorm? It's what the creator studies and the one of the main dimension is different from others so who's to say our Sun and Moon aren't also built different with different fates?

Creator created something specifically just to torture and wear Sun down but when you think of it, that's also what Old Moon was until they split. I don't think that was the intention but the fact Old Moon just decided to point blank torture Sun? Sus, like it was meant to happen.

Dark Sun I think needs Sun to be his pet Witherstorm, and he's maybe planning to use Nexus to make that happen? I just got to the point in the series where he just picked up New Moon from space and took a chip out of his brain. Bruh...he needs him but won't say for what.

I love it. Dark Sun my beloved what are you evil little plans <3

Hoping Sun doesn't fall into a Coma but it'd be so sexy of him aha~

I really like when Sun spends time with Earth and Lunar too it'd be so cool if they have an adventure to save him.

BTW I've been listening to Aurora's song "The Seed" and it literally gave me a big brain AU idea for tsams but idk if I should try to write it.

I really hope Sun ascends to some kind of God-hood like being especially involving destructive energy like Witherstorm stuff. It'd be so neat and sad if one of the nicest people ever became the ultimate judge, jury, and executioner-like being. It's especially ironic since Nexus/New Moon can't decide what's real anymore and just decided to frick off and become God so it'd be realllyyyy funny if Sun was the one to become a reality altering being.

I'm just Madoka-ifying Sun at this point

[cyberjello]

An Analysis of Alex Hill

Aka: "In Which Cyberjello Spends Too Many Words Projecting Onto One of His Favourite Characters"

If you're here from the SRS discord server, Hi! I noticed something neat about Alex, and because I either have nothing to say or way too much, I wrote this whole… thing about it. Enjoy!

On the other hand, if it's the future and you stumbled upon this post by chance and are still here because you like reading character analyses even when you know nothing about the character (like me), this is about Alex Hill. He's a main character from a webtoon called The Last Dimension, which you can read here (and should because it's great)! This pile of words contains some spoilers for the first and second seasons. Enjoy!

Alex is a pretty interesting character. Sometimes he's a massive jerk, and sometimes he feels really bad about having been a massive jerk. But 90% of the time he's a pretty chill dude (if a little insensitive) who doesn't seem to care about any particular issue. I've pointed out an example of this before; how in the span of a couple days he switched from harassing Phillip about not being normal, to telling him in no uncertain terms that his otherness didn't matter. At first I was a little mystified. It seemed weird for him to change his stance like that so quickly, yet at the same time it didn't feel out of character for him. So I thought about it a bit more, and then I had an epiphany.

Alex differs from the others in how he thinks. He doesn't worry about what could happen in the near future, like Fai does. He doesn't dwell on the implications behind pieces of information, like Phillip does. He's impulsive, quick to say whatever pops into his head, and rarely stops to consider the long-term consequences of his actions.

And gee, as a young fellow with ADHD who's only been medicated for less than ten years, that all sounds awfully familiar. And rereading TLD with that connection in mind has been quite interesting.

See, ADHD—or at least my particular flavour of it—does some interesting things with one's sense of importance. Past, present, and future are tossed aside in favour of a much simpler system: "Now" and "Not Now". Things that happen during "Not Now" are rarely factored into decisions made during "Now". Desires, ideas, and thoughts that happen "Now" are almost always a higher priority and given more immediate attention.

The most visible manifestation of this is impulsiveness: the moment at which you have an idea, something you could say or do, is Now. Anything else—be it a task you were just in the middle of doing, a favour somebody asked of you an hour ago that you should really get started on, or the possible future consequences of executing this idea—those are all Not Now, and therefore not important, in the unlikely event that they even come to mind. And you can definitely see that impulsiveness in Alex whenever he says something he really, really shouldn't.

But impulsiveness isn't the only thing that the Now/Not Now dichotomy is responsible for. One of the clearest places I've also noticed it is in how he treats Phillip. Remember how he switches from jerk to friendly almost on a dime? Yeah, he actually does that a lot in season 1, doesn't he? In fact, I've gone and taken SIXTEEN FRICKING SCREENSHOTS BETWEEN EPISODES 2-15 AND I'M GOING TO GO THROUGH AND TALK ABOUT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS BECAUSE I'M INSANE!!!

To start off though, I'm going to say what should be obvious to anyone who's read TLD: Alex isn't a mean person at heart. He cares a lot about those around him, including Phillip.

Anyway, in Episode 2 he acts like an absolute jerk to Phillip:

Clearly not the best of friends, are they? Well, you could have fooled me, because 15 minutes later, Alex is cheering him on and then looking out for him as he bluntly tells Phillip to "shift into [his] normal self".

And he proves to be a pretty good person after this. He's genuinely worried about Fai when she nearly drowns, and he's pretty friendly, if a bit cranky. But eventually it becomes clear how bad their situation is and all of a sudden—

—he's back to being a jerk.

But then Fai calls him out on it, and the effect is immediate.

He feels bad. He knows what he just did wasn't right. BUT THEN FIVE MINUTES LATER HE DOES IT AGAIN

Twice more this happens, where Alex is acting pretty friendly but then says something stupid, Fai tells him off, and he clearly feels bad immediately after—

—and then he acts like it never happened and he's genuinely friendly and nice again.

In fact, after that first day on Imash, he never says anything mean-spirited to or about Phillip again. Insensitive, sure, but not outright mean.

This isn't just Alex changing his opinion over the course of a couple days. This little flip-flop he does is a whole pattern that I'm going to go ahead and examine a little closer.

To start, let's compare the first two scenes I mentioned. In their room the Institute, Alex is frustrated that he has to share a room with Phillip. There's a good reason for him to not be upset; he does care about Phillip, and sharing a room with him would really help Phillip stay hidden. But Phillip's predicament—and more to the point, the effect it has on him that Alex perceives—currently rests in the far-off land of Not Now. Meanwhile in the land of Now, Alex doesn't get to be in a room with his other friends. Phillip's visible otherness is a painful reminder of the perceived betrayal from when he revealed his true form. To top it off, there's the background noise of Alex's frequent use as a guinea pig. There's a lot going on, and only one target to lash out at.

15 minutes later during the fall to Imash, all those things have entered Not Now. On the other hand, "I'm no longer falling to my doom thanks to Phillip" and "Fai and Anne are coming and are about to see Phillip" become Now. Looking out for Phillip is the Now Problem, sharing a room with him is a Not Now Problem.

But that's fairly normal, isn't it? Of course Alex is going to be nice to the person who just saved his life. Let's continue.

After they swim the shore, Alex is actually relatively friendly with Fai, in contrast to the name-calling and snarkery he used with her and Susi back at the Institute. Because Now, Fai isn't someone annoying trying to get in his way, she's just someone stuck here along with him.

Speaking of which, he doesn't seem all too concerned about what just happened. Annoyed, maybe, but not worried. After all, nothing bad is happening Now. But then Anne finds a tablet with an alien language on it, and the fact that they're not in Kansas anymore suddenly becomes a very big, very obvious Now Problem. Alex finally feels the true gravity of the situation, and lashes out at Phillip. (This provides a decent example of that impulsiveness again, where Alex's brain makes a connection and he acts on it Now.) Which brings me to my next observation, which is that Fai, by intervening, basically gives Alex the opportunity to realize when he's in the wrong.

Now, this part brings back a lot of memories from before I started taking medication for my ADHD. I used to tease my sister relentlessly. As Paranatural's Ed Burger puts it:

As I myself can testify, that bit about the reactions is the key here, ESPECIALLY when one has ADHD and that immediate reaction, the thing that happens Now, is practically the only thing that matters here. When I used to mess with my sister, I hated making her sad and felt awful wherever that happened. But angry? When she got angry and chased me around the house I thought was hilarious. It was that brief but very much Now moment of entertainment that motivated me. However, we've seen that Phillip doesn't give much of a reaction when bullied. He freezes up and then afterward, he disappears somewhere for half an hour to cry where no-one will see it:

And I believe that LACK of an immediate reaction is just as important. Alex has a lot of crap in his life to move him to take it out on Phillip. He doesn't need a reaction to do it, but the absence thereof means he never immediately sees how much Phillip suffers because of it. It never becomes apparent Now, when he's able to notice. But then along comes Fai, who does react when he says something hurtful about somebody else. And it's her reaction that makes him stop and become able to realize that what he was doing. He genuinely feels bad because as I said earlier, he doesn't want to be mean, he's just never able to notice when he is.

There's one other things I want to point out about the Now/Not Now thing. When you have something that could happen or will happen in the future, something that could affect you in some way, it doesn't really seem real. It's not immediately affecting you, it's Not Now, so there's no need to worry. And I see this in Alex a LOT.

These are his thoughts about seeing a giant energy beam appear in the distance: "I'm tired; it's not a Now Problem, I don't feel like thinking about it right now." The reason I find this familiar is because it's exactly what my brain would tell me whenever I sat down to do homework with a far-off deadline. And later, when Alex and Fai tell Phillip about Fai's bad vision about him, he very clearly isn't thinking about the contents of the vision itself; they're not happening Now, after all. He doesn't seem even a little worried about it, unlike Fai.

Now, I'm not going to outright say "Alex might canonically have ADHD" because I'm not a brain biologist who knows how to look for this stuff, nor do I know if this was intentional. (I'm also never been one to form headcanons, I typically stare at canon and go, "yup, that's pretty cool!") But I will say that I have ADHD, and I see a lot of myself in Alex, which is pretty neat.

[bowlofr1ce]

So I’ve been playing with the idea in my head that after the game events Siffrin doesn’t lose their “time powers” but rather they just got nerfed instead and it’s marinating in my head like a cement mixer

ACT 5 and ACT 6 spoilers below cut!!

Like I don’t recall anywhere in the game that they can’t go back in time anymore, just that they’re exhausted as time craft takes a lot of energy and now they lack that energy.

Siffrin was able to loop around in time because they Wished. The Universe granted them these powers. But that doesn’t really mean that it was taken away once the Wish was fulfilled right? I like to imagine that instead they were just. Nerfed! Debuffed. Not-As-Cool.

Like they won’t automatically go back in time when they die anymore. Because they’re dead! But if they were in a situation where they’d know they will die, or if they’re put under enough stress, their fight or flight response will kick in and that response is to loop back before they die!

They can’t go back DAYS in time but they can go back MINUTES in time. Any more than that will put a physical toll on their body. Even then, it takes a lot of energy to do it period! They’ll feel exhausted no matter how far they go back.

By the way forgot to mention they CAN’T go back consciously. If they knew how, they’d probably be in a much worse situation now.

Okay so there’s Siffrin yes but then there’s the subject of Odile. In act 5 she stopped Siffrin from looping back in time. Yeah yeah, maybe she just attacked to interrupt him but that’s boring /j

I personally like to think she went a little bit into learning SOME time craft after Loop told them that Siffrin is looping. Similar to how Mirabelle learned how to make a shield that reflects attacks after saying how hard it is throughout the entire game.

So Odile can’t go back or manipulate time itself at all, she is nowhere near powerful enough to do so. But she does know that it happened!!

Well technically, so does everyone in a 5 meter radius. If for any reason Siffrin would attempt to go back in time but can’t (ie they just did earlier that day or they don’t have enough strength to do so) whoever’s nearby would feel a small tug when it happens. Backed up during the ACT 5 sequence where Bonnie (was it Bonnie? frick…) commented on the feeling when Siffrin attempted to use time craft. But only when the attempt is successful! No one else but Odile is affected. She is just the only one who knows that it happened no matter where she is.

So now we have a really neat dynamic here!! Siffrin would somehow go back and Odile would know exactly when. I like this a lot and I am currently writing a thing about this. My brain is very happy right now. I love putting little guys into little situations

[majokothesmol]

Me, handing Elliott a bouquet: I LOVE YOU

Elliott: THANKS

So that reminded me of this incorrect quote

Penny: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Leah: Um...Neat.

*later*

Leah, lying face down on her bed: I said "Neat," Elliott. Who the heck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm flipping stupid.

Elliott, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Leah. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Majoko confessed her love for me?

Leah: Didn't you thank her?

Elliott: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fricking thanked her.