#The Specific Fonts trio-

[enigma020]

[saltinesinsoup]

reading this one YA book. it’s making me laugh bc the main character is a mary sue for sure (not like. the worst thing to happen but it’s very obvious things are gonna come up Io) and also it’s got some of that patented corny YA dialogue along with those crazy coincidences that everyone is in the same city! and our mcs have no issues navigating which just ties back to the mary sue/plot armor point. but i am enjoying it still

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge: Unleashing the Power of Muscle

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

In 1962, a new era of muscle cars emerged, radiating brilliance and power. Chrysler led the way with their groundbreaking Max Wedge lineup, introducing the world to the fusion of unitized-body construction and the high-performance ram-tuned dual-carbureted 413 CI engine. Among these legends was the Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge, a remarkable vehicle that holds a significant place in automotive history.

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

The First Super Stock Max Wedge with Manual Transmission According to the esteemed Chrysler Registry and the meticulous documentation by Darrell Davis, this specific Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge holds a groundbreaking distinction—it was the first Super Stock model equipped with a manual transmission. The car’s odometer displays a mere 6,593 miles and has undergone a meticulous restoration process to return it to its original specifications. Notably, the engine has been upgraded, boasting a dyno-proven power output exceeding 500 HP.

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

Unleashing the Power of the 413 CI V-8 Engine The 1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge was powered by the formidable 413 CI V-8 engine. This was the first iteration of Chrysler’s renowned ram induction system, featuring a cross-ram intake manifold meticulously designed to optimize engine efficiency. The engine’s performance was further enhanced by the utilization of cast-iron header-style manifolds, which were rarely preserved but featured in this exceptional vehicle. Dale Reed of California refreshed the engine around 300 miles ago, ensuring its optimal performance. The correct Carter AFB carburetors reside beneath dual black air cleaners, accentuated by carefully placed decals.

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

A Unique Manual Transmission Experience One of the distinctive aspects of this Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge is its manual transmission. Unlike its automatic counterparts, this car delivers a unique driving experience through its floor-mounted shifter, allowing the driver to truly feel the power at their fingertips. Paired with a full aftermarket exhaust equipped with cutouts and the robust 8 ¾ Chrysler differential, this Max Wedge offers an exhilarating ride for those who crave the thrill of the open road.

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

Captivating Style and Authenticity The exterior of this Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge embodies the spirit of the era. Finished in captivating light blue paint, it exudes a timeless charm. The interior features a complementary blue cloth-and-vinyl combination, while the white-and-blue two-tone trim adds an elegant touch. The front and rear bench seats provide comfort, and the radio delete plate pays homage to the car’s performance-focused nature. Notably, it features a knee-knocker S-W column-mounted tachometer and a beautifully presented trio of rubber pedals. The car’s attention to detail is evident throughout, with the inclusion of circa-1962 chrome fonts, single-lens tail lamps, and OEM steel wheels adorned with poverty-type hubcaps.

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

Provenance and Documentation Accompanying this Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge is a wealth of provenance and documentation that adds to its allure. It includes the original OEM IBM punch card and build sheet, which serve as a testament to its authenticity. Additionally, the window sticker provides insight into its original specifications, while the dyno sheet confirms its impressive horsepower rating. Vintage photos capture the car’s early years when it was part of a famous drag car collection, showcasing its illustrious past.

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge

Conclusion The 1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge stands as a testament to the golden age of muscle cars. With its groundbreaking manual transmission configuration, powerful 413 CI V-8 engine, and captivating style, it represents the pinnacle of Mopar’s storied performance heritage. Meticulously restored to its original glory, this Max Wedge allows enthusiasts to experience a bygone era’s raw power and timeless charm.

FAQs: How many miles does the 1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge have? The odometer of the 1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge reads 6,593 miles. Who documented the Chrysler Registry for this particular car? The meticulous documentation of the Chrysler Registry for this car was done by Darrell Davis. Has the engine of the 1962 Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge been upgraded? Yes, the engine of this Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge has been upgraded to a dyno-proven 500-plus HP. What is the significance of the 413 CI V-8 engine in this car? The 413 CI V-8 engine in this car was the first to receive Chrysler’s shortened version of ram induction, known as the cross-ram intake. It maximizes engine efficiency and pairs it with rarely preserved cast-iron header-style manifolds. What documentation and provenance come with this Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge? This Plymouth Savoy Max Wedge comes with various documentation, including the OEM IBM punch card, build sheet, window sticker, dyno sheet confirming horsepower rating, and vintage photos of its early years as part of a famous drag car collection.

[nonplatonicsubtext]

Estate of the Bay Part 1: Johnny Law

(If you haven't read about @shakertwelve's Estate AU, go check out their victor lavere tag, or this won't make much sense)

Thought we'd put together a quick breakdown of the state of Brockton as of story start, beginning with the heroes. Names in italics are changed from canon

Protectorate Heroes:

Armsmaster (Colin Wallis)

Miss Militia (Hana)

Velocity (Robin Swoyer)

Dauntless (Shawn)

Battery (“Jamie”)

Assault (Ethan)

Redeye (Crystal Pelham)

Wards:

Clockblocker (Dennis)

Aegis (Isabela)

Scribble (Rune)

Vista (Missy Biron)

Kid Win (Chris)

Browbeat (Browbeat)

The Brockton Bay Protectorate core members are mostly unchanged, due to the point of divergence only being about ten years prior. The main differences are the absence of Triumph, who died in a horrible nepotism accident due to a lack of Panacea around for healing, and the addition of Redeye, who graduated from the Wards closer to a year before story start and rebranded from her Laserdream identity, severing the last tie between her and the Brigade, at least in the eyes of the public.

The Wards are a different story. Gallant was put permanently out of action in a horrible fucking rich boy accident, which was what precipitated Crystal being transferred in. Beyond that, Aegis is transgender but that doesn’t really come up except in the Wards interlude pre-Leviathan.

The biggest change to the Wards is the absence of Shadow Stalker - in her place is Scribble, aka Tammi. This is very much the same Rune as in canon, to be clear - no whitewashing here. She just got snapped up by the PRT while doing Plausible Deniability “Vigilantism” kind of like what Purity does and got press-ganged into the Wards. She’s not mask-off all the way about the white supremacy… at least not yet.

More importantly, she takes over Sophia’s Other role in the plot too - the Trio now consists of Emma Barnes, Madison Clements, and Tammi Surname. Always Sunny font Emma Barnes Goes Alt-Right.

Outlaw Inlaws

The Arrows

Spitfire (Emily)

Morrigan (Sophia Hess)

Apsis (Whirligig)

Replacing New Wave as the independent heroes (or ‘heroes’ depending on who you ask) are the Arrows, a recently formed vigilante antifascist group. Spitfire, the leader, has a bit more steel up her spine than in canon (though she still struggles), Sophia’s still an angry loose cannon but just not. you know. in a racist way. She's got a lot of very good reasons to be angry. Whirligig in canon is just a power and a faction so she’s basically an OC - she’s slightly older than the other two, an even mix of the level head and the slacker. Doesn’t seem to quite fit with the vibes of the group.

For the most part, they’re concerned with not bringing the wrath of the Protectorate down on themselves - like in real life, killing Nazis tends to get more of a response than Nazis killing people does. A lot of what they do is lurk nearby during civilian antifascist action, ready to head off the Nazi capes if they try and intercept for their own side. A few months before story start, they killed Alabaster - more specifically, Sophia did, and while it hasnt been conclusively linked to them at story start, they’re keeping their heads down, to Sophia’s chagrin. 

They're still semi-associated with Palanquin, despite Spitfire not being a part of that group - they did approach her, and now they communicate sometimes, as the club with Case 53s is a pretty frequent target for neonazis and other shitheads.

Charlotte knows them by chance encounter, after Sophia saved her from a few skinheads.

Rogue One

Parian is still Parian. She’s aware of the Arrows, but disapproves of their use of violence, cause she’s a bit of a lib. 

[animelosers]

hii! could you do an imagines or headcanons nsb member of what it would be to date them? like what do you think they would do or something like that? thank you!! have a great day/night!

Headcannons

NSB x GN!reader

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Oliver;

I think he would love cuddles, like that is all he wants in his significant other. If you guys get into an argument, he would do that one tricked with the air conditioner and lower it so you guys can cuddle. When he introduced you to the group, he was nervous until you got along with all the guys in a sibling matter. Seb and you are best friends, for Oliver's birthday you weren't living an LA yet so the boys helped to fly you out to surprise Oliver.

Sebastian;

Loves high-fives. So random, right? But the excitement from you giving him a high five from when you guys were friends to you guys dating. Mainly because you started high-fiving him then kissing him. It has been a thing you guys did ever since your second date with him. When you were introduced with the boys, automatically you were best friends with Ryan. His sarcasm and your confusion most of the time . . . it just made sense and Sebastian absolutely loves it.

Ryan;

LATE. NIGHT. TALKS. He loves them. Before you guys stated dating that is what you guys would do . . . non-stop. Most of the time during the day you two mainly wouldn't talk to each other but you guys were fine with that. The first time you met the boys, Justin was your best friend already since you guys had a trio happening. You guys continued the late night talks every night, even if it is over the phone.

Justin;

Shopping. Even if you guys don't buy anything, you guys still love picking clothes out for each other. You usually put sweater vests on him while he puts anything that shows off your body slightly on you. When you first met the boys, he chose your outfit which was a crop top with his zip up jacket and baggy jeans. The first person you clicked with was Kane, even though Justin was surprised that you clicked with him . . . he was still happy that the boys love you.

Kane;

You guys might thinks anime but . . . I think you guys thing would be afternoon drives. Something about that, I know Kane would love. That was when Kane said the first "I love you" in the relationship, you guys were driving to the beach for your 4 month anniversary. When you first met the boys, Kane knew they would love you for your good energy and amazing music taste. The person you clicked with the most was Regie, maybe because you guys laugh a little too hard at times. Kane planned the marriage once you met the boys for the first time and they loved you.

Regie;

Dancing. Playing Lana del Rey and you guys are slow dancing in the room, specifically "Brooklyn Baby". The two of you love that song and thought it represents your relationship especially since you guys have been through some things together. When you met the boys, your best friend ends up being Darren, unexpectedly but Regie was happy. He sees his brother and his significant other getting along, he is ready for his future with you.

Darren;

Dying each other's hair. Most of the time you guys are matching hair colors, since you have learned to dye your hair on your own, Darren has you dying his all the time. There was a point that he did a little section of you hair and he ended up doing really good. The favorite stage of dying each other's hair was the showering part cause when you guys would shower together, he would wash your hair for you without asking. When you first met the boys, you and Oliver became best friends. Darren wasn't shocked cause knowing you and Oliver, you guys are the same person different fonts. Daren loved it, his significant other getting along with his boys . . . he is asking for your ring size and favorite food.

[pkmn-ken]

Hello Humans on my Device! :)

…wait. Is that my voice? I can talk?!! :0 My tail is gone, my wings are gone as well!

something isn’t right here, what happened to me?

[Accessing Files…]

Name: Human!Akira Universal ID: AK-843 Sex: Unspecified [She/It] Height: 5’4 Occupation: unknown Universal threat: N/A

AK-843 does not appear to have any recollection of how they became human, and is constantly confused by that factor. Asking her how she became human will only cause further confusion and distress.

Subject has the ability to understand Pokémon, more specifically the rather odd-looking Tao Trio that resides in its house. It is believed all three of those Pokémon were once human at one point, but don’t recall understanding or knowing how they became Pokémon.

Subject appears to speak in Red, chat fonted text. While the Pokémon do not speak whatsoever.

The Pokémon in question are as follows:

“Reshiram”

“Zekrom”

And “Kyurem”

[theconfusedartist]

ProtoCreed Lore (permutation 1) Human-Isu War (part 1)

Hello! This took a lot longer than I was originally expecting, but here is the first part! I had to cut this into pieces as it was very, very, very long in the notes and I know that it looks very ugly to see a multiple blocks of text.

This is a set of links for the last post, the first and updated post and the second link is for the second reblog with the lore tags in the post.

The Tensions Leading to the Human-Isu War

As the pantheons of the Isu were in different parts of the world, they often used portals or teleportation to get around, as most of their organs were outside of their bodies, usually in containers that were significant to the particular Isu. As such, there was a very low chance that the Isu would have their matter displaced, changed, corrupted, or destroyed, however due to Humans (should I be capitalizing Humans? I’m only capitalizing Isu because it looks weird in the font to my eyes, but Humans looks like I’m shouting the word each time) having more bio-mass, they had to create ways to get around the world that supported physical movement.

Boats, planes, hot air balloons, and land traveling animals were the most common and used ways to get around, and while there were animals taught to carry messages and packages, it still took a much longer time for information to be relayed. This exact issue was one of the factors that ended up keeping humans alive during the infection, as people who were sick were often killed on-contact with the virus, as the Isu creator had originally created Redlight to kill a specific set of people and escape without being caught or detected by current technology, which meant that it had to kill the target and also not linger on the body.

Redlight cannot survive without a host, but the host MUST be alive in order for it to take the host over, and Redlight was put into the creator Isu who eventually was overtaken by it and posessed by their own creation.

The friction between the Isu and Humans started when the Isu began to ask human communities, cities, and settlements to bring many people over to their cities--with the addedum that humans would be given a new life, a place to live, and greater opportunities. As there were around 9 million humans still alive and unaffected by the virus, this also meant that it took a very long time for any real information about the deaths from the virus to get out to humans, as most had died along with the Isu, but when it did there was an international outcry.

A great suspicion was brought upon the Isu, and while the information about the Isu who made the virus didn’t get out, many humans saw them as a group of people who were reckless, didn’t value life, and saw humans only as livestock to die for their whims.

(Note: the world at this point was in Pangea form and as thus, the current areas that I’m referring to didn’t exist in this particular form, I’m just referring to the countries and areas that we have a placeholder for now)

Adam and Eve were two humans who had went over to the pantheon in Greece from the country (edited: 016/2023) continent of Africa, were they in turn met with (what later became known as) the Capitoline Trio; Minerva, Juno, and Jupiter. Minerva explained to Adam and Eve, while hiding what they were experimenting, that what had happened was a technology shock that had rebounded across all of their great cities, and thus this was the cause of the virus. She also claimed that the virus was a naturally created one that had come about when making their environments healthy for both the Isu and the humans to cohabitate in, and that while it was a tragedy, it wasn’t done out of malice or intentionally as both sides took heavy losses.

Jupiter claimed that the only reason that there were any survivors of either race was due to the collaboration and cooperation of the Isu and Human survivors that came together to share their knowledge and provide a solution, but convienently left out the fact that it was humans who offered up their bodies to test out the vaccine as well as the fact that the reason so many Isu couldn’t afford to do this was because most didn’t have the physical resistances, as they had a much lower bio-mass than humans and would often die in seconds.

Due to this, the Isu had created a somewhat symbiotic relationship with the humans. Being that humans would donate organs for the research, the Isu created ways to copy and clone human tissue repeatedly and with less cost, then the copied organs with tissue that would survive infection would then be placed into the Isu and human donor. The symbiotic bond caused instant two-way telepathy to form with the humans and Isu, and the Isu shaped their constructs to match their human counterparts. Not only that, but the humans and Isu that were connected were able to heal each other, give out warnings with their own intuition, as well as retrieve the other person from death. It was for this reason exactly that so many Isu (all around ~550 of them) managed to live, as humans had a hardier immune system and through sleep could retrieve a dying Isu--whereas the Isu could stop a human from dying any time that they felt the person they were linked to failing in health.

However, both Jupiter and Minerva, wished to keep this knowledge a secret, as they didn’t want any more humans to believe that the Isu were behind the massive loss of life and to spark a possible way. They specifically told Juno not to speak to Adam and Eve, and made sure that any time she was allowed to speak that it was about irrelevant information. Infuriated by this, Juno, who was an Isu supremecist, decided to get petty revenge. While she wasn’t foolish enough to allow Adam and Eve to learn about the virus, she wanted to prove to them that it was due to Isu technology that a cure was created and that the two races were able to survive the catastrophe. Juno gave Adam a small device that would allow him to record footage and would follow them from a close distance behind, and could wrap around his wrist so they could hide it while traversing through the city. To Eve, Juno gave a shard of a PoE that eventually became one of Desmond’s apples, in order to understand any of the Isu language that she came across, would provide an Isu database, and explain any questions as a guide. At this point, PoE were only code that  was placed into firmware, and as such there was no sentience to any of them.

Adam and Eve parkoured around the city, recording the slavery that was hidden in the factories, humans having their organs taken out and placed into Isu bodies, as well as corpses (both human and Isu) being liquefied into the ‘caskets’. After seeing this evidence, Adam and Eve left the area that had been provided for them to live in, in fear that the Trio would also kill or enslave them.

They fled further into the city to where livestock and agriculture took place, finding more human slaves and Isu who were same class, tending to creating food and produce. While they found that there were Isu that did believe humans were lesser, the ones that worked with the land had many varying opinions, as many only survived due to their symbiotic relationship with humans. At large, many humans and Isu didn’t know what was going on in the higher scientific community, as it was all kept very classified and any information was only released when it was ready for them to show to the public.

Adam and Eve too had conflicting opinions, as Eve believed that humans should cut contact with the Isu and warn them away from merging their societies further, whereas Adam believed that it was something worth salvaging and that things could still be mended. However, they both agreed that bringing this information back to start a war was a bad idea, as most of the Isu that survived didn’t necessarily share Juno’s opinions on humans.

Adam and Eve then went further in to a remote research facility that was away from any of the communities. The only reason that Adam and Eve had found it was due to the pair sighting a janitorial worker disposing of a corpse via a large hole in the ground. When the duo went to see what the corpse was doing there, they found some of those that were killed during the virus infection. However, as both the shard and the device Adam had had the information about the virus, they quickly warned the pair against any further actions, as it would be hazardous to their health.

Adam was going to smash the device and Eve was inclined to destroy her shard, but it was able to negotiate a compromise between the two of them by sharing that it knew where they could find more information about the corpses, as well as a great deal of information that wasn’t shared with the general public that they could bring home. Wary and distrustful of the technology they carried with them, Adam and Eve agreed to find out more, but threatened that if they were being lead astray, they would destroy the shard and take their own copy of the records without the device.

They found their way into the facility and discovered that the Isu at this particular facility was using the corpses infected with the virus to create beings that were a fusion of both races of the dead, and then further mixing the DNA with that of animals to create something entirely new.

(Images included: Bronte (top), Sphinx (middle), Minotaur (bottom))

Horrified by what they’d found by far, Adam and Eve returned to the Capitoline Trio’s base only to give back the shard and device to Juno, who wished to know if they had been ‘enlightened’ to the truth of Isu supremacy. While Adam and Eve agreed that they had been ‘enlightened’, they refused to engage in any further conversation with her, which irritated Juno. Wanting them to leave as soon as possible, both because she considered them rude and because she didn’t want them to tell anyone that she’d given them technology that was meant to be kept from most humans and Isu at large, she arranged for them to be transported to their destination using teleportation.

While this was a success, this only further led to Adam and Eve distrusting the Isu as a whole, as they didn’t use this technology to inform everyone else in the world what was going on with the virus. With new information and thoroughly enraged, Adam and Eve went back to their embassy with the intention of starting a war.

[stry-someone-to-remember-you]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

Thai was an awesome Christmas Gift!!! First reached in less then a month of Instagram art page with two posts to reach 100 subs and counting seeing over 20 subs over night. But now I also reached 50 likes here. Tha I you so much!!! You're all amazing!!!!

Heres a little Title Logo for another comic I've continually been working on. Just nor fervently but I know I want ti publish. Last night I was making myself hot coco when the thought that plagued me the last few .months hwo woukd I knplement the font, and suddenly the idea hit me the main characters a Merman, specifically Mershark and the obsconded Teacher in a foreign country.... usetheir lower sections, refence jaws poster and have it be an under water sequence and above. The above being subm ser and colorful, below dark blues. Lettering up top will be black, a THE GODFATHER inspired font & more strict. Hwy? Cause it's a Mafia story, though it will be heavy adult I'm not shying away from stuff. Then the stuff underwater both have bodi ees s forming the second "U" then their bodies using also water displacement to look closer are obscured by the letter. The other letters like seaweed distort every which way and tangles, the t using water displacement to distort creates a fin dorsal fib rising from the water look. While the letters here are separated by the shark coming through a male great white. The colors against the dark blue undertones is grey and white font coloring. Like above the white acts more as a highlight towards the right.

The edition I made this afternoon was including the goggle look. Thus the second point and my attempt using introducing a element that the titles being scene through diving goggles. .

This photo I changed the cover art for, to skenthjg that highlights the school and other characters as well. Thinking on it and the cover art and my plan helped this idea of the legs and tail in the cover art. I knew I wanted to subvert expectations with the main story theme.

Hope you enjoy thus little Preview!!!!

Merry Christmas, I'm starting to fall asleep with writting this. Love you guys take care.

[firmsfinder]

Essential Skills for React Developers in 2024: What you need to Master

Introduction:

React continues to dominate the front-quit development panorama, imparting a powerful and flexible library for constructing dynamic user interfaces. As the internet evolves and consumer expectations push upward, so do the skill sets required for React builders to stay ahead of the curve. This blog delves into the important skills you need to grasp in 2024 to thrive as a React developer.

Building Strong Foundations: The Web Development Trinity

Before diving into React-particular information, a strong knowledge of the essential net improvement technologies is critical. This middle trio of HTML, CSS, and JavaScript (JS) bureaucracy is the bedrock upon which React applications are constructed.

HTML: The basis of web structure, HTML defines the content and elements that make up a webpage. A sturdy hold on HTML semantics allows you to create properly dependent and available UIs.

CSS: CSS breathes existence into HTML by way of defining patterns like format, fonts, and colors. Proficiency in CSS, including preprocessors like Sass, is vital for crafting visually appealing and responsive UIs that adapt seamlessly across one-of-a-kind gadgets.

JavaScript, the language that injects interactivity into web pages, is essential for constructing dynamic and person-centric studies. Mastering cutting-edge JavaScript functions like ES6+ syntax, functional programming concepts, and asynchronous programming is key.

Mastering the Art of React: Core Concepts and Modern Features

With a corporation drawn close to the net development trinity, we can delve deeper into React-specific capabilities. Here's a breakdown of the essential React concepts and capabilities you want to grasp:

Components: React's constructing blocks and additives encapsulate UI functionality and nation. Understanding component shape, lifecycle methods (like componentDidMount and componentWillUnmount), and reusability patterns is paramount.

JSX: A syntax extension for JS, JSX lets you write HTML-like systems inside your code for a more intuitive way to outline UIs. Understanding JSX syntax and great practices is essential.

State Management: As programs grow, dealing with the state (records that determine a factor's conduct) will become important. Familiarity with numerous country management solutions like React's integrated state, the Context API, or outside libraries like Redux is vital.

Hooks: Introduced in React 16.8, Hooks provide an effective way to control kingdom and facet effects within functional additives. Mastering hooks like useState, useEffect, and custom hooks streamlines improvement and enhances code readability.

Virtual DOM: A central idea, the digital DOM is an in-memory representation of the real UI. Understanding how React makes use of the virtual DOM for updates and rendering is vital for optimizing performance.

Beyond the Basics: Advanced Techniques and Tools

Once you've mastered the core principles, enlarge your skillset with these techniques and equipment:

Testing: Writing unit and integration tests ensure code pleasantness and maintainability. Explore trying out libraries like Jest and React Testing Library for a sturdy look at suites.

Routing: React programs often contain more than one page or perspective. Understanding routing libraries like React Router for dealing with navigation is crucial.

Performance Optimization: As programs grow, performance becomes a crucial challenge. Techniques like code splitting, lazy loading, and memoization can extensively enhance a person's revel in.

Accessibility: Building inclusive UIs is vital; explore accessibility, great practices, and equipment to ensure React packages cater to users of all skills.

Styling Solutions: CSS-in-JS libraries like Styled Components and Emotion offer an alternative method to styling React additives, offering higher maintainability and separation of issues.

Original Source: React developers

[sy-on-boy]

Spy x Family Opening Analysis :D

(Note: contains spoilers!)

Link to opening animation and opening MV! They’re both amazing.

First of all, this is an absolutely stunning and colourful opening and I am so obsessed with it. I think I watched it on loop for like twenty times. It’s just so addictive. 

Secondly, there’s also a really good Twitter thread by Namaryuu analysing the opening specifically in regards to other works by Masashi Ishihama, the director of the opening. I recommend giving it a read!

Also once again this is just my opinion (and I tend to stretch things) so apologies for any mistakes/ misinformation. Now let’s begin! :D

The opening shot is of a reflection of a crescent moon disappearing in a puddle. I believe this is a small reference to how Anya’s powers vanish every time the new moon comes. 

Then, we are treated to quick-paced action scenes in highly saturated colours like red, yellow, green purple etc. Many typical spy elements are shown, such as bombs, gunfire, spying through spyglasses, and car chases. The music is chaotic as it builds up to the first verse. Personally, I think this bit gives off a retro vibe and reminds me of Cowboy Bebop’s opening (sorry, I’m not the best at these terms).

Stylistically, this beginning part is very different from the rest of the opening and the anime. The high contrast of colours reminds me of classic spy movies, a nod to the spy genre itself. Twilight, the famous spy, is also the only character present in this scene. The font reminds me of (American) comics, which again has retro vibes. This “tricks” the viewers into thinking SxF might be a typical action/spy anime, only for that expectation to both be fulfilled and subverted. 

Then, we see the first image in this post- our three leads painted in different colours, Yor staring to the left, Twilight staring to the right, and Anya innocently between them. The first ten or so seconds established the “spy” setting, albeit in a somewhat dramatic way. Now, the “family” part of the title comes in, each member symbolised by a different colour. Yor is in blue, Anya in pink/red, Twilight in yellow. These are the primary colours.

It should also be noted that Yor and Twilight both look serious and unsmiling, while Anya appears to be completely oblivious to them. The serious tone from the first ten seconds continues. Then- it abruptly shifts.

The image is then replaced by how Anya imagines her parents. Yor and Loid are now in casual wear, and while the trio still retain their colours, the artstyle is vastly different. We’re seeing the world through Anya’s eyes. The simplified shapes, the innocent expressions, the childish lines... this is a sudden tonal shift from the “retro serious spy anime” from before. In the first ten seconds, the opening has already established both the “spy” and the “family” parts of the show, and they’re contrasted against each other. We can see the world from the perspective of adults or from a child.

The perspective of Anya is very important in SxF because as a mind reader, she is the only one who has access to everybody’s secret identities and motivations. A lot of exposition is usually done through Anya’s mind reading. 

Then, once the singing starts, we get to see Anya’s life in a simple, childlike manner (the opening is appropriately titled “Mixed Nuts”, suiting Anya). The first thing we see are rainclouds over Anya, and both of her parents offering umbrellas to shield her. The symbol of rain is commonly shown in this opening. Anya is protected by Loid and Yor, awww.  

We see the setting of the anime drawn in a childlike style, from the streets to Eden Academy. Cute speech bubbles and a different font also add to the tone. The colours continue to be bright and happy. Anya is shown jumping along with what appears to be her chimera plush. Fitting for a kid’s imagination. 

We get to see various characters in Anya’s life, from her parents, Franky, classmates, Henderson, to Handler. Handler in particular is shown comically peering and peeping from behind a tower, which is accurate to how Anya imagines spies to be. Anya’s favourite Spy Wars is also present. We know Anya likes cartoons, so it also makes perfect sense for the opening to be animated in a cartoon-like way. (I believe Yuri also makes a cameo with the Spy Wars comics, so rip Fiona)

Interestingly, once Anya walks to the part with Handler and the word “WISE” in the background, it starts raining. Anya takes out her umbrella and the scene transitions to having a rainbow in the background. In this opening, Handler acts as a constant reminder of Operation Strix and how this family is just a facade. In the first episode, Twilight remarked that the Forger family would dissolve once the mission was over. No wonder in Anya’s mind, WISE brings stormy clouds to her happy life. 

Next, we transition to gorgeous shots of the family enjoying life. Anya, still holding her umbrella, is walking. These shots are what typical family trips look like, with references to the aquarium, fancy dining, sightseeing, and so on. The lyrics at this point are “On the template of happiness, behind the picture which is literally picturesque” (all translations of lyrics are from the official MV). This reminds me of Twilight “planning” family trips to “enrich” Anya’s background for the Eden interview. Yes, they may all look happy and like an ordinary family, but it’s just a “template of happiness” that they’re following.

Anya is holding her umbrella in case rain (hardships, suffering, breakups) happens (note that her parents were the ones with the umbrellas at the beginning). Is Anya afraid of being abandoned and has to take care of herself again? At this segment, none of their faces are shown, just their backs and the side profile of Anya running. 

After that, there’s a transition scene of Anya, Yor and Twilight running out of a television. Umbrella Anya disappears. To me, this symbolises Anya’s fascination with her spy cartoons and how she sees her parents’ dynamic as entertainment and “something out of TV”. The lyrics are “We can’t be as we are, even when we put our hands together sitting around a table”. Now, the imagery in the lyrics are quite obvious. We see more happy Forger family scenes, and we also get to see the faces of the Forger family. They’re smiling and look relaxed. They’re drinking wine, going out for Christmas, eating a cake, and so on. This is what Anya’s ideal family life looks like. However, as the lyric hints, things are not what they seem.

We’re nearing the chorus (and the beat drop). Anya takes center stage with the spotlight, with Yor once again on the left, Loid at the right. They still look like a normal happy family, but Loid is about to turn off the light. I especially like this scene because you can see it as Loid switching off Anya’s spotlight, and also switching off the light to leave Anya’s imagination and enter the adults’ world. 

Loid turns off the light, and everyone goes dark. In the normal style of the anime, Twilight’s eyes are seen moving around- much like WISE’s symbol of an eye watching the East (the east is also the right where Twilight is consistently positioned). We’re back to the typical spy imagery of watching. Twilight and the Thorn Princess are shown in a split screen, both looking away from each other and carrying out their missions. This shows their identities remain unknown to each other.

The colours are also very noticeably darker. Night has fallen (haha), and the adults must don their hidden identities. Then, Yor’s panel expands, showing a close up of her red eyes. More watching. Quite appropriately, the lyrics are “Home with full of secrets and patches, you know?” Yor and Loid Forger are not who they seem to be. The Forger household has many secrets. 

We see some cool action and fighting scenes. Yor and Twilight are seen in different settings / backgrounds, showing their jobs are not connected. When we finally see them in a single frame, they’re still separated and highlighted by different colours. 

The split screen then morphs into casual Yor and Loid smiling, back in their Forger family mode. Note that their panels are still not touching until Anya’s frame comes along and connects them together. After all, Anya’s the one playing matchmaker and decided to bring them together for her own excitement. 

Despite all the secret identities plastered over them (quite literally with the TOP SECRET stamps smearing the screen), the Forgers are together and loving. But then...

Handler looms up, a deep ominous purple, the complementary colour of the cheerful yellow used to indicate warmth. As said above, Handler symbolizes the reality of the mission. Her eyes are half-shown, indicating she is always watching (even emphasised with the words EYES ONLY). Would the Forger’s family life be swallowed up by Operation Strix?

Next, we see Handler as a mysterious black silhouette in front of multiple screens screaming out “STRIX”. Handler’s hair moves like smoke to cover up the screens. This adds mystery and suspense to the opening. (Black and yellow might also be Desmond colours because the Desmonds have black hair and Damian has vaguely yellow eyes. Colours of the antagonist maybe?) The lyrics “My life is so insecure and drifting, I know” show that under Operation Strix, the Forger family is supposed to be an illusion. They’re supposed to be insecure about their place in the family because they’re a forgery. Except we know the main three are all genuinely fond of each other. But will Operation Strix cause them to drift apart?

Then we see Franky, a person who is simultaneously involved in Twilight’s career and a Forger family friend. We see a sequence of Yor dressed in different, brightly coloured clothes. Then, we see her with a wide-brimmed hat, knives out in the blue water against a red sky, the slightest bit of her rose motif visible. To me, this is foreshadowing to the cruise arc (holiday hat, water, killing, red blood), where Yor starts to doubt her motivations. 

After the bright and exaggerated colours, we return to the normal anime style. A montage of events are shown over a background of Twilight with a serious expression. We see him next to a train, and he looks up. Camera zooms into the Thorn Princess, smiling from above. The lyrics at this point are “Every day is so mediocre, but I’m here and so are you.” We see the Forgers united below, their signature colours splashed over them. They’re in casual wear and look quite happy. They’re there for each other!

The opening ends with them sitting on their dining table as the camera pans around them. This imagery of “sitting at a table together” is constantly used in promo media and referenced in the lyrics, so it’s no surprise they’re using it as an ending sequence. The main three are coloured in and smiling at each other, but the background is monochrome. The background transforms from a dull bluish grey (more rain/storm imagery?) to a light green with leaves, and finally to a soft yellow with colourful, blooming flowers. The Forgers might have rough backgrounds, but when they come together, their bonds start budding and eventually blossom into something genuine and beautiful. 

As a final note about the rain thing, the full song mentions more of it. “Whether you were born above the tree or beneath the ground, the difference is subtle // may the rain equally moisturise this unacceptably dry world” and “The other side of the window is sometimes cold and noisy, you know? // Occasional starless nights, days filled with thunderstorms are okay”. I suppose rain is used as a metaphor for all the suffering the characters might have suffered in the past, but they band together to provide shelter for one another (especially for Anya).

Anyways, this is getting long, so if you reached this point, thanks for reading this over-the-top post! I really do love this opening. Hope you have a great rest of your day! <3

[tlscog]

*throwing rocks at your window* hey!! How would the RO's react to an MC that sees them get hurt and goes feral on whoever (or whatever) hurt them? *keeps throwing rocks at your window**keeps throwing rocks at your window**keeps throwing rocks at your window**keeps throwing rocks at your window**keeps throwing roc

Firstly I have a few issues. My window! Actually that is all the issues I have. Because putting my characters through all nine floors of hell just kinda appeals to me... you know? 

Might hide a bit of lore/plot in the middle of this somewhere. And get carried away with as per usual.

I did take forever to write this. I don’t know if the text will look different but I had to copy it from the app I was writing it on. Sorry if the transition is jarring and if it does happen... well I blame websites using different font sizes.

Let me edit font sizes damnit!

Hayden

“All this way just to get ambushed,” MC whines in my ear, I glance at them only for them to lift their shoulders, “Have I not expressed meeting with Supernatural hunters being far up the list of things we shouldn’t do?”

I counter with a smirk, “Isn’t that why you are tagging along? To keep Lil ‘old me safe?”

With a sigh, “It smells Hayden.”

“I can handle myself,” I boast then nudging my elbow in their side, “Besides, I need to do this - Van Helsing’s demon spawn needs to die and I going to see it through with or without me.”

“Don’t get all or nothing on me,” cracking a small smile, “I am right beside you.”

“Where I like to keep you,” I say then turn my gaze forward with a serious expression.

All this way just for a lead, a lead that will probably get both of us into trouble but nothing like an early morning exercise routine filled with slaughtering these murderous fucks.

Weird place for a meeting, a lone gas station half an hour west of the city. We parked just down the road not wanting to risk our drive home, not like it bothers me but MC can’t keep up with my speed.

Sticking to their shadow. I spot a trio hovering around the place, a sign on the stone half-wall saying that this place is closed and to be replaced or demolished.

I step forward as MC lingers just behind me, one of them approaches me with an opener, “What’s with the backup?”

“Information first, then we get down to specifics. Scared that the human behind me might kill you?”

“Not part of our agreement,” I notice movement near his sleeve, I shoot my gaze to the other three to see them move.

Before I could grab my own weapons, the man in front of me matches my own speed thrusting a sharp edge into my side. I push him away as he instantly draws a handheld crossbow with silver-tipped bolts.

“But I’ll kill you either way,” his gaze locks onto my chest.

I get pulled backwards as MC steps in front of the firing line, and the man screams in agony. I manage to keep myself from falling on my ass, the man’s arm is torn off and the others that are around us are being torn apart by shadow thralls.

I yank out the small little dagger from my side and toss it to the side, the pain disappears pretty much instantly. Though the one that attacked me has dropped to his knees, eyes are blank and wide open staring at the sky. Gurgling escapes his wide open mouth, it almost sounds like he is choking.

Swiftly and brutally, MC rips off his jaw. Yanking the bolt out of their arm and shoving it through the ceiling of his mouth. The screams of those behind us have finally disappeared, I glance in the distance to see the Thralls had been eating their limbs before pulling them apart.

Out from the crevices, they all start to charge us. I use the blood spilt to form bloody needles and use the rest to coat the blade of my dagger. But even before I could properly recuperate all the little rats that were hiding were easily cut down.

I spot one in my peripheral and turn to attack. Slashing with the dagger, the blood stretches out extending the blade and cutting through his body. Then closing the distance I shove a dagger into his throat.

Kicking off of him I leave him to suffocate on his own blood. Just as I turn to find MC the entire area is covered in blood and mangled corpses. One of them is crawling over the pavement as I notice MC has their eyes set on them.

“Don’t kill him!” I call out, then rush over to stop them.

Practically tackling them with my speed, MC grabs me by the shoulder trying to push me off. I glance up to see the bloodlust in their eyes as I then plead, “We need the information, you idiot!”

“Shut up! And just let them get away with hurting-”

“Killing me?” they stop in place as I pull away, “See? Wound healed. I am a Vampire.”

“That bolt was trained at your heart-”

“It was silver and I am faster than a bolt! I am a Vampire. Silver does nothing to me!”

“You got hurt, you can’t regenerate a destroyed heart!” MC counters.

“And you wiped out an entire hunting party under a fucking minute!”

They stop to stare around at the gruesome mess they made, then look back at me with a furrowed brow as I only chuckle. Stepping closer to give them a hug, “I am fine. I would have killed them even if I was on my own.”

“You let your guard down.”

“No I didn’t expect them to be that fast,” I counter, I can still hear the man trying to crawl away on the ground, “Thanks,” probably too pissed off to hug me back, “It was kind of nice seeing you going all berserk for my sake.”

“Please stop.”

Taking a deep breath, “It... could have been worse.”

“Worse?”

“Dying comes to mind,” I joke only to see that MC is not amused at all, I then look at the corpses, “We kinda did need one of them alive though.”

With a sigh, “Hayden-”

“Lighten up, will you?”

MC then remarks, “He is getting away.”

“Please. He’ll bleed out before he has the chance to do anything,” I pull away as I see their still pissed expression, “Maybe don’t calm down and let that anger out on me a bit later?”

I notice a small smile as MC rubs their eyes, “I just don’t have the strength to deal with you right now.”

I then let go as I turn in place, “Don’t worry~ I didn’t even think you would have it in you. Almost makes me want to love you more.”

Eris

I feel bad for MC. This entire meeting with the leaders has been nothing but painful - from getting in the middle of the little time we get to talk and invading our privacy.

There are obvious attempts to separate us and dissuade me from ever wanting to be with MC. Typical. Then there are those that think it insulting for MC to dare want to stand next to me.

All this way just to listen to them rather than talk ourselves. MC is running on fumes as they have been pretty intolerable since we came here. Though I still haven’t gotten used to having so many eyes on me.

I am trying to find MC after I had to talk to one of the resource leaders about our operation and whether or not we need more muscle but we have plenty ever since our recent addition.

Someone then walks up to me, “Elder Urix requests-”

I brush him off, “Out of my way, pup. They can wait for me.”

Then sticking his arm out, “You may act on your own volition, but I am no pup. Bringing that creature here was a mistake-”

“Calm yourself,” I can see his face transfer into a glare, “I have other matters to attend to.”

“Like wasting it on insignificant species?” he snarls at me.

“I’d rather have them than you, pup.”

His hand thrusts up to my throat, I don’t flinch at all as I feel his grip grow tighter. My stare doesn’t seem to be warding him off at all - I slowly glare at him only to see a fist connect to the side of his head.

I clear my throat as I can feel the soreness, then glancing to the side as I see MC has tackled him to the ground - both hands around MC’s wrist digging his nails into the skin as he choked him on the ground. Then lift the other fist bashing it into his skull.

The other hand forms a weapon.

I react instantly, easily pulling MC off him. The Werewolf instantly transforms with an angry howl. We are already surrounded by children and elders alike.

Even the warriors aren’t daring to step forward, this pup has no idea that I could have left him for dead.

“Eris-”

He growls at MC, “Hold your tongue, morsel.”

“Touch her again, do it,” MC’s words are a promise, and nobody here is ready to see that side of them.

I glance at MC with an angry stare, “Don’t engage them.”

“And let him touch you?!”

“I can put them in their place,” I sigh, “If I weren’t here, there would be nothing stopping every single werewolf here from trying to kill you,” even then... there is nothing I can do to keep MC from killing them first.

“It wouldn’t have happened if this dog tried to hurt you.”

With an understanding nod, “Have I not warned you that these fools can’t be reasoned with?” I then look at the pup across from me, “Scram, pup. Otherwise, I’ll show what it means to be a wolf.”

She stomps off as everyone slowly turns back to mind their own business, then looks at MC who isn’t making any eye contact, “Why would you just let him hurt you like that?”

“Children lash out,” I say simply, “I’ll be more mindful, I didn’t expect you to be this... aggressive.”

“It’s because it is you.”

I tilt my head to the side, “Because I make you aggressive?”

MC sighs, “I care about you. Why do I need to spell everything out?” then rubbing their eyes, “I am not going to let them do this to you, or even let anything try to harm you. You understand that right?”

I take a deep breath before sighing with a giggle, “Sorry I always treat them like this - they are all hard-headed and the only way to get through to them is beating or scaring it into them.”

Still watching me through the corner of their eye, “I promise to be more mindful.”

With a slow nod, “Sorry. I did see red for a second.”

I close the distance between us, pressing my forehead against theirs. Knowing full well that this might just cause a reaction but I have been away from MC’s side for a bit too long.

I don’t want you going crazy for my sake, as much as it makes my heart whole, I’ll have to do better on my part.

Zhurumhan

“Nothing ever went wrong talking to Angels,” I remark, then cocking my head while I twist my lips, “Though then again I am an impure spawn of an Angel and a human.”

“If this is your attempt at making me feel better about approaching them first - it isn’t helping.”

I then continue with the last of bad things that could possibly happen, “Let’s just hope we meet the basic Angel - we might not be able to survive an encounter with a Thrones Angel.”

“I have seen enough already, I don’t think the Angels have anything over the Eldritch,” I glance at them to see an unamused expression.

“It just falls under the term ‘unsettling’.”

As do most things. We came all this way just because we spotted an Angel seeking us - in an open space among the thing fabric separating the celestial world from ours.

We cross over the two realities, and amidst the shining light and clouds, I spot a golden glint. From between the clouds spinning ring-like circles orbit around an eye in the centre of what you could easily mistake for a construct.

But it is in fact an Angel.

The rings stop spinning revealing that it is covered with the same eyes, a golden glow emanates from the ring shooting a slash of golden energy towards us. In a flash, it cuts through my skin.

The energy surged through me and paralysed my limbs. Whispers of holy prayer, a ritual of dispatching unholy creations echo in my mind. It suffocates the sound from around me.

My gaze locked onto it, and I notice MC charging it. It unleashes another slash of light that they pass through with ease. Defying the gravity of this place they leap closer and tearing the outer ring open.

Blood splatters and floats around the air in a stasis. Each ring twists and moves to block its path but MC easily cuts and tears through it. The eye bursts open in a burst of blood as I can hear the Thornes shriek echo in my head.

Breaking the trance more and more Angels plunge down to us from the skies. From the corpse of the Thorne, they climb out facing the sky with a bloodthirsty stare.

I shake my head to regain my senses, creating a sphere of light around us to block their path to apprehend us.

“MC!”

My calls are for nought as they leap towards the air and break the barrier I put in place tearing the humanoid Angel’s chest open with their hands. Then diving down to tackle another to the ground.

Ripping one wing off their back and then using the bone to stab them in the chest, the Angel squirms on the floor before dying.

I rush to their side plugging the hole in the barrier surrounding us, using chains to get their attention. Their glare meets my eyes as I see them come to their senses but still critically aware of what they were doing.

“Why stop me?!” their voice hoarse, as if they can’t speak through their anger.

“The more we kill the harder we make it for them to accept us!” I can’t keep my anger from slipping through, “We need to-”

“Let them kill you?” they counter which shuts me up pretty quickly, “You want me to stand next to you while they do that?” I glance around to see that the Angels surrounding us aren’t daring to attack.

“I know why you did it,” I admit, “I would have done the same if it were happening to you, but we knew what we were stepping into.”

“There will be no next time, I will slaughter them if they dare...” then climbing off of the Angels corpse as they give me the cold shoulder, “Just don’t let it happen again.”

Tarragon

I glance over my shoulder as we approach the thing in question, their gaze is locked on the gloomy skies overhead.

“Something on your mind?”

“It feels wrong,” MC looks at me with a worried expression, “This place stinks of it like something has been trying to crawl through the pores of reality.”

“Kind of a disgusting way to put it.”

“Only way to put it,” they counter with a chuckle, “Nothing about these... things are pretty.”

“Among other things,” I take a deep breath, we are walking to an old site where Fae did research on old gods.

If the air is already making MC feel uncomfortable then that means we are closer to something that we can use to garner more knowledge - or even use against the Eldritch.

Then again they might use that against us as well. I spot a grand oak - one that has been blackened by corruption that has started to make the mud look like tar. The bark is carved to make it look like something was sleeping inside it.

It could be an Ent. Maybe even a golem.

“Looks like the Mindscape,” I hear them remark.

“Which one? We have been in three of the already.”

“The first one,” they look at me, “As if they found a way to leek through, but it looks... dead.”

I nod, “Hopefully.”

In the midst of my turn, I feel the air leave my system. A large paw knocks me aside with sharp claws digging into my skin. Tearing through my clothes and the barrier around my body.

I fall on my shoulder, I lift my hand to block the next attack only to see MC slide under the attack. The arm of the corrupted bear then bursts open into stringy flesh.

It howls in response. Gutting it open from the neck down to its chest before it could move. It knocks them aside with the other paw trying to escape, but MC quickly recovers cutting off its hind paws.

In the midst of their slaughter, I lift myself only to see hear the bear cry out in pain - it isn’t really a bear anymore. At this point, you would classify it as an Eldritch spawn.

The fur is spiky, oily, and patchy. The hide is flaky and looks almost like rubber, with lesions and muscle breaking through the hide, it died a long time ago. MC then severs the head from the body as the rest of the insides pool out of it.

I then joke, “Are you going to do that to everything that tries to hurt me?”

“Not if you don’t let them hurt you, you should be more careful.”

“I have you next to me,” I defend myself.

With an angry stare, “Please.”

“Alright alright,” then gesturing for us to continue, “I don’t know how to feel about having an Eldritch going berserk when I get hurt, kind of makes me feel special.”

SOL

I walk closer and deeper into the Mindscape, my... light has dimmed. It is just a flicker of a pitiful star. I am slowly dying and there is nothing much to be done. I am running out of time and I need to take what I can.

Before there is nothing left to fuel.

Across from me skitters a metallic contraption with two metal arms and six ethereal arms crawling to me like a savage. I try to create an explosion at its feet but my power fails me.

It leaps towards me clawing a chunk of my body with it. I turn in place to swing my blades at it instead only to see MC charge from the back and destroy the contraption with one attack.

The metal crumbles as the contraption twitches. I return my gaze to the front to see more of them attack us - I ready myself properly to compensate for my lack of power only to have MC dash into the creatures.

For a split second, I can see it manifest, a human becoming Eldritch. Crushing them in a wave of pressure - those surviving it are being massacred and swallowed up in a wave of a shadowy sea.

Is this... a product of seeing me injured? I glance down at my body to see that my middle has been torn out, it was slowly being healed but at this rate, I would have a better chance moving forward.

Then glancing back at me, I don’t see the Eldritch in them anymore.

“Are you okay?”

“Forget about me, use your concern to manifest your potential to push further. I die regardless of you protecting me if we never reach the end.”

“Doesn’t mean I will just let you take a beating.”

Pushing past them, “I am in a pitiful state, don’t pay it any attention - I am appreciative of your concern but direct it towards the spawn we fight here.”

They walk closer to me, I can see the ferocity in their expression. One that I could easily mistake for lust for war... but I have learned that this is a product of concern for those you care for.

I like it.

Rin (new character)

We are quickly being overrun by the tainted creatures, swarming the people of the fallen city. I put myself forward knowing that my presence is just attracting them - I hope I can buy them some time to leave.

I use my power to crush them individually before most of them reach me, but it is hard enough trying to keep up. I ready my stance attacking in a swerving motion as I cut down the creatures.

But I am quickly being overrun.

I feel pincers and claws tear through my armour and into my skin drawing blood. I quickly lose my strength being forced to the ground. Amidst it, I can sense something powerful coming straight for me.

I embrace that my end is near.

The swarms around me quickly skitter away from me, an Eldritch is fighting them off. Squishing the smaller ones like bugs and then larger ones being torn open with weapons.

The streets of this city are being turned into pools of blood. The building at the side then starts to crumble, the Eldritch in front of me then uses it to crush everything in front of it and cut off the horde.

Despite not being able to see - I can sense the tainted souls being swallowed whole and dropping by the hundreds in mere seconds. The creature turns to face me and I quickly lift my glaive towards it.

“Rin-”

I ignore the voice because I can’t trust it despite my feelings, “You are becoming closer and closer to Eldritch - I can’t differentiate your soul from the rest.”

Then slowly shifting back into their human form, MC gives me a confused look, “What do-”

“You fought them like Eldritch would, savage and brutal. Dangerous, unreliable.”

“I tried to save you!” they interrupt my train of thought, I then slowly lower my weapon with the realization that my senses were overpowered by their presence and overwritten all my prior interactions.

“You mustn't act out of your emotions, it is dangerous-”

“And let them maul you?!”

I look at my own body, I fix what damages I can with my magic but I can’t treat my own wounds just yet. All that aggression just because I got hurt - it terrifies me that I might be the reason that you will become the thing that I must fight.

That scares me.

“Thank you,” I silence my own worries, I am happy to be alive but I don’t appreciate the gesture, the motive behind it.

They can read through me, “Why did you treat me like the enemy?”

“Eldritch are my enemy, the more and more that line blurs the harder you make it on both of us,” I state, “You shouldn’t become that because of my own injury.”

“I am Eldritch!”

“I am aware, but you become more like them acting out of anger.”

“Are you insane?!”

There is another rumble in the ground, “We have to move on, I am sorry for my reaction but it is hard having these feelings for something I should kill.”

“I get it,” they sigh.

If my injury brings forth that reaction... what would you do if I had died? Would you swallow everything? What would you do, MC? I don’t want to be the very reason that you become what makes you different from them.

[minutiaewritings]

but I knew you ⋆ draco malfoy

A/N- this is a draco malfoy imagine based off taylor swift’s song ‘cardigan’. 

Bold font is flashbacks, bold italic font are the lyrics! 

angst and i guess a little fluff here and there:)

Sensual politics When you are young, they assume you know nothing

Voldemort was back. There was no denying it, everyone knew it. Whether they wanted to believe it or not, he was back. Hogwarts no longer had that gleam of ‘safe and perfect’. 

“I saw him, Y/n, I did. I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” Harry potter mumbled next to you as you sat with the gold trio, your fork slushing around the mashed potatoes on your plate. 

“I know harry, I believe you. I just wish Umbridge did, she’s such a git.” You scoffed, causing Ron to chuckle. The turkey leg the Weasley was holding to his lips caused grease and juice to spew onto his chin. You and Hermione shared a disgusted glance as you handed him a napkin.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you saw shining, blonde platinum hair enter the great hall. “I’ll be right back, I need to have a word with a certain Slytherin.” You excused yourself and shuffled towards Draco. 

You flattened your robes as you approached him. “Draco...”You said softly, reaching out to grab the pureblood’s arm. Draco jumped slightly, causing a frown to grow on your features. He had been so different lately, no longer wanting to sit with you at the astronomy tower in the middle of the night, no longer asking you to sit with him during meals. Dark bags had found a home under his normally bright, beautiful blue eyes. His eyes still caused your heart to falter but in a different way. When he looked at you, his expression was no longer soft and warm, it was cold and distant. As if he wasn’t actually there in front of you, his brain elsewhere. 

“Draco..” You said again, trying to get him to focus on you. 

“I have something to attend to.” Draco said coolly and turned, leaving you standing alone by the Slytherin table. Pansy gave you a sad smile, she was always weirdly nice to you. 

You returned a kind, small smile that you could muster. You turned on your heel and walked out of the great hall, your mind spinning and running through what the hell was happening.

Everything felt different. No, everything was different. And you knew it. 

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But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight I, I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, right

You sat on your bed, thankful that your shared room was empty. You lied down and let out a sigh. What was happening with Draco, he’d been so different lately. He was normally so open with you, which was a surprise to everyone at first, especially you. But overtime you stopped wondering why he was so nice to you, you accepted it with grace and became close the Draco. You saw him differently than everyone else, you actually knew Draco. The real him. 

You remember your first of many Hogsmeade dates. 

It was spring time, the air felt clean and warm, inviting. You and Draco had just left the leaky caldron and had way too many butterbeers. 

“Watch your step here.” Draco said from behind you as you walked, stepping over a couple of fallen stones. You giggled softly, his warm breath fanned the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to fall in  it’s wake. You don’t remember why but you guys stopped for some reason, your conversation flowing with ease. There were giggles in the air and everything felt right. 

“When we get back to my common room, we need to dance.” Draco hummed, leaning against a lamppost. 

“The Draco Malfoy dances?” You teased.

“I do.” Draco said smugly, a playful grin erupted onto his lips, making your heart jump. “And I’m bloody good at it.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see those moves Malfoy.” You laughed loudly as Draco began dancing. It was awful to say the least, his moves were sloppy from his tipsy state but it was the smile on his face and the laughs that fell from his lips that made you smile widely. 

You began dancing with him, no music, just the sounds of the two of you laughing and teasing each other.

Draco took your hand, spinning you before pulling you flush against his chest. Your breath hitched, whether it was the alcohol in your system or your underlining feelings, your cheeks darkened. 

“I’m gonna kiss you.” Draco said quietly, your eyes widened. “Not now, but soon.” You were content with that answer, despite you wanting his seemingly soft, pink lips against your own at that very moment.

Draco had kept his word, kissing you hundreds of times after that night. Each kiss and touch made you feel like you were on fire, alive. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tears pulled in the corner of your eyes as you the memories came crashing around you. You just wanted Draco to be okay again, something was definitely wrong. Your thoughts drifted to one specific memory.

You had just gotten out of detention with Umbridge. Her detentions were the worse. You had been laying in Draco’s bed, his arms around you as you cried silently. Draco accidentally brushed his fingers over the red, bleeding words on your hand, making you gasp slightly. “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to.” He cooed in your ear softly. 

You offered the boy a sad smile and reassured him it wasn’t his fault. You and Draco sat in comfortable silence before he brought your injured hand to his lips. His breath fanned over the wounds, causing you to shudder. Draco eyed you carefully as he brought his lips to the wounds, kissing each letter that spelt out ‘I will obey authority.’

“Feels better already.” You laughed softly, causing Draco to smile widely. 

“In that case I’ll continue.” He grinned evilly before kissing down your neck, your eyes fluttering close as you embraced the warm feeling pulling inside your stomach. 

That Draco took care of you, making you feel good in more than one way. At the end of it all, you lied in each other’s arms again, whispering sweet nothings and basking in the scent of his sweater. 

“Y/N?” Hermione asked quietly as she looked at you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t even sure when she had entered your guys’ room.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You offered a small smile.

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And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

You sat on the edge of the windowsill, enjoying the night view from the astronomy tower. You snuggled into your sweater. It was one of Draco’s old sweater’s. You breathed in his scent, smoky and comforting. Merlin you missed him.

Suddenly something fell behind you, causing you to jump. You stood to your feet and say Draco standing at the doorway, the moonlight highlighting his features beautifully. “Draco.” Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you tried to steady your breathing. 

“Didn’t know anyone was up here, I’ll let you be.” He turned to leave. 

Before you could even think, your feet were moving and you were flying towards him. You wrapped your arms around his backside and whined softly. “Please. Please stay. I miss you.” You feel tears falling down your cheeks, leaking into Draco’s shirt.

Draco turned and pushed you away in one swift motion. You stumbled back, looking up at him with watery eyes. 

“Merlin, Y/N.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“Draco, I miss you. So much, please. Don’t push me away, I know everything about you and-”

Draco scuffed, cutting you off. “You don’t know anything, Y/N. We went on a couple of dates and snogged a little and suddenly you think you know me?” 

Why was he being so cold? “B-But I-I...” Your throat began to sting and burn as you swallowed back tears. “But you said you cared about me? You were so sweet and you made me feel special.” You just wanted Draco to say he was sorry, and for him to tell you what was on his mind as you played with his hair. You wanted to hold him and tell him everything was gonna be okay, that you guys would get through this together. 

“Oh, bloody hell. Y/N, you would feel special if any git held open a door for you. You just want attention, affection from anyone who will give it to you. Frankly, I’m rather bored of you. You’re quite boring and needy. You’re so dense to reality it’s rid-”

“Stop!” You screamed, you didn’t care if anyone heard you. You backed up to the window and leaned against it for leverage. “You-You asshole! Why, why are you being such a dick?! I’ve done nothing but be kind and patient with you, yet you’re saying all this...” You shook your head as the tears began to fall more and more. “You don’t mean it. I know you don’t. I know how you feel about me.” 

“Oh? And how do I feel about you, Y/L/N?” Draco smirked. 

“You love me, I know you do.”

Draco laughed, but it seemed like a tired one. “Oh, that’s rich. Really is. I don’t love you. I never have and I never will, you were merely a new experience for me. And now I’m done.” You looked at him, you could practically feel your heart breaking. 

“Fuck you.” You seethed and pushed past him, running out of the room and towards your common room. Your shoes pounded loudly against the stone floor as you rand ran. When you finally reached your common room, you collapsed on one of the couches and began sobbing. The sobs racked through your body, causing you to shake and heave for air. How could someone be so cruel? So heartless? Did you even really know Draco like you thought you did? Of course you did, you told yourself. But maybe you didn’t, because that person you left in the astronomy tower wasn’t the boy you grew to love. 

At the beginning, before you had met Draco, you always felt unlovable. Like you weren’t ever good enough for anyone. It seemed that way at least, always being second or third even. Boys would always want to be with you sexually, but none of them ever seemed to want more, want to love you. 

That all changed when you met Draco, he had made you feel special. Really special. He had made your heart skip beats and made you smile more than you had ever before. He was caring, kind and warm. he was funny, and sucked at cooking. He loved to read but wouldn’t show anyone that side of him. 

Draco had opened his heart to you, and you gladly took it. Draco had made you feel like you were enough for once, you always seemed to be first in his eyes. 

But you guessed that wasn’t the truth. 

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'Cause I knew you Steppin' on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain

You hadn’t spoken to Draco since everything. You didn’t want to, the thought of him caused your chest to rise and fall in an ungodly manner. You didn’t want to see him smile or laugh, the thought caused bile to rise intro the back of your throat. 

“Y/n.” Ron said, you turned to the red head and smiled. “Gonna miss you this summer! You sure you don’t want to join Harry and Hermione coming to the burrow? Mum won’t mind one more mouth to feed.” He cheesed. 

“My dad misses me, I promised I’d spend the whole summer with him. But I will see you next year.” You gave your best friend a tight hug. You hated lying to Ron, to any of them. But you wanted to spend this summer alone, wallowing in your heartbreak. Your dad wasn’t even gonna be home for half the summer. 

“Alright then, we’ll see you later Y/N! We’ve got to catch the first train.” Hermione said as she hugged you quickly, followed by Harry. 

You waved your best friends goodbye, leaving you alone at the train platform. Other classmates waited here and there, some getting on the next train that came. Unfortunately you were the last train of the day. 

Leaning against a wall, you read a book to past the time, occasionally glancing up to check your watch. When you looked up from your thick book, you saw him. He looked handsome as always as he stared ahead at the train coming into the station. It was the last train. 

“Shit.” You cursed, spilling your book into your carry on bag and standing to your feet. You watched as Malfoy checked his luggage, making sure he had evrything he need. He stood straight again, eyes sweeping his surrounding before you two made eye contact. You felt frozen in place, watching as Draco took his eyes off of you and walked straight onto the train. 

He had looked at you, genuinely looked at you. Your heart sank as you thought about his face, his expression. He had no sign of remorse, his eyes had nothing in them that hinted that he missed you as much as you missed him. He looked more annoyed than anything. That’s what hurt the most, he seemed to hate you now. You blinded back tears before grabbing your luggage and climbing onto the last train. 

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I, I knew you Leavin' like a father Runnin' like water, I And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

You lied on your living room couch, flicking through the channels. You don’t know why you were so picky with what show too put on, it was just gonna be background noise anyways. That’s what it seemed like, everything was background noise now. Your thoughts were always filled with Draco’s eyes and his smile. 

Your friends all wrote you letters when you first arrived home for the summer, but you just never replied. You didn’t have the energy to. You didn’t have the energy for anything it seemed like. Your father was still away on business matters, thankfully. You knew if he saw you right now he would be worried, very worried. You looked tired, thinner than usual. You had the same bags under your eyes as Draco did. 

Merlin. Why did your stupid brain always go back to him. You sighed, rubbing your hand aimlessly over your eye lids. You were tired, but you hadn’t been able to sleep since Merlin knows when. Your dreams were plagued with happy memories and you hated it. You’d give an arm and a leg to have bloody nightmares instead.

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. You looked over at the entry way, towards the front door. Your cat, Milo, sat on the headrest of the couch and stared at you curiously as you rose to your feet. You slowly made your way over to the door as the banging continued, now more loudly. You took a deep breath before opening the door, you genuinely didn’t know who it would be.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood at your front door, a smiling Dobby at their feet. Unlike the house elf, your friends did not have a smile on their faces. “Bloody hell, Y/N!” Hermione yelled as she shoved you aside, storming into your house. She turned towards you as the boys followed silently. “Are you kidding me? Where have you been? What have you been doing this whole bloody summer!” You’d never seen her so angry, she’d never gone off this bad with Ron. Dobby tugged on the sleeves of your sweater, making you tear your eyes off of your friends. 

“Dobby is sorry, Dobby only wished to help his friends find Y/N. Dobby was worried for his friend.” Your body began to shake as you heard him speak. They cared about you, all of them And you had lied to them for your own selfish reasons. You felt guilt eating away at you slowly. 

The frizzy haired girl looked down at the kitchen table, picking up a stack of unopened letters. Their unopen letters. “What the hell. You couldn’t even bother to open them.” Ron chimed in. He looked more hurt than anything. His frowned deepened as he met your eye. Harry remained silent, staring sadly at you.

“I-I..” You began to speak but the words could barely make it past your dry, chapped lips. You licked then quickly and looked down at your feet. You could feel the tears beginning to well up at the ends of your eyes. Merlin you were tired of crying.

“Is your dad home?” Hermione asked, her voice was less harsh but still firm. You shook your head as your bottom lip quivered slightly.

“When will he be returning?” Ron asked. You looked past him and at the wall behind him. You had to tell the truth, you’d already upset them.

“Another 3 weeks.” You said flatly. “I haven’t seen him since the start of summer. I’ve been here alone.” You looked at Harry, watching his eyebrows raise in shock.

“You lied to us.” Harry said, his tone dripping with disappointment.

That. That look they were all wearing on their faces, the silent words they weren’t speaking. The tension in the air. That was it. You felt something crack inside you and you gasped. Tears poured down your cheeks as you began breathing heavily. It was as if you’d had felt every possible emotion ever, but all of the negative ones. You felt loss, anger, betrayal, guilt, anxious, hungry, tired and numb. You couldn’t handle the way legs trembled as you collapsed the ground.

Harry was the first to act, scooping into his arms. Hermione came to your side and rubbed you. Ron crouched in front of you, tears in his own eyes as he watched one of his best friends break in front of him. “Y/N. What’s going on? What is happening to you?” Ron said softly.

“Just breathe, it’s okay we can talk about this after you calm down. You’re okay, we’re not cross with you. I’m sorry I yelled.” Hermione sniffled, hugging you while your in Harry’s arms.

“Yeah, we aren’t mad at you. We’ve been worried, extremely worried. That's why we’re here. We care about you.” Harry’s voice boomed behind you. Hermione and Ron nodded quickly, agreeing with the Boy Who Lived. 

After you had calmed down and were able to make coherent sentences, you told them everything. You told them why you lied, you explained what happened with Draco. You apologized over and over, begging for your friends to forgive you for being so dumb. You were so dumb for not telling them, what were you thinking? You were so caught up in your head that you completely forgot you had amazing friends who meant the world to you. 

“It’s okay, I’m sorry that happened to you. You deserve nothing but the best. Draco is far from that.” Hermione whispered softly next to you. You and the golden trio were now in your room. Hermione lied next to you, Ron on your other side as Harry sat on your floor, rubbing a purring Milo. 

“I swear I’ll bash his stupid face in when I see him. No one deserves to hear those things he said to you, especially you.” Ron said as he rubbed your arm comfortingly.

“I..I just didn’t expect him to just leave like that. So abrupt and sudden.” You sighed. Draco had left your life just as fast as he entered it. Changing everything just the same. The pain you had felt when he left was the same pain you felt whenever your father would leave for his business trips. You remembered how you wrapped yourself around his tall frame, throwing a temper tantrum because you didn’t want him to leave you. But now it was Draco who had left, and you couldn’t wrap yourself around him to make him stay. 

The rest of the night was spent cuddling and talking with your friends, and drinking pumpkin juice. You were happy that they came, truly. You didn’t want wallow in your sorrow anymore. You wanted to be free from Draco and the memories. But that was easier said than done. 

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But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasing shadows in the grocery line

Returning back to Hogwarts wasn’t as hard as you anticipated. You’d spent the rest of your summer with the Weasley’s at the burrow. Molly was exhilarated when you showed up at her door with Ron, Hermione and Harry. The mother never failed to make you feel like you were apart of their big family. 

You’d just finished unpacking your trunks when Hermione waltzed into the room. “You’re lucky I’m letting you have the bed next to the window. I always claim it.” She hummed as she plopped down onto your bed.  You laughed loudly. 

“Well thank you, I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” You giggled, sitting next to your best friend. 

She wore a wide grin as she grabbed your hands in her down. “I know how you can repay your debt.” She began as she watched you slowly. “Please tell me if you need anything, I’m serious. If you need to cry, let me know. If you need space, let me know. Just don’t push me away again. Any of us. We all love you, Y/N. You’re our best friend and we want to help you, that’s all.” 

You smiled and threw your arms around the girl’s shoulders. “I love you, Mimi. What would I do without you.” You whipped the few stray tears that had escaped your eyes. 

“Please don’t call me ‘Mimi’! I hate that childish name.” Hermione groaned before standing up. 

You laughed as you followed your friend out of the dorms and through the common room. You made your way through the halls and towards the great hall. Harry and Ron were at your table already, chowing down. Your stomach grumbled loudly as you took in all the food before you. The welcoming feasts were always the best. 

You sat down quickly, putting some shrimp and green beans onto your plate. “They have shrimp?” Ron asked, mouth full of bread. He eyed the shrimp on your plate before slowing reaching across the table. 

“Ronald! Get your own shrimp, you thief.” You swatted his sticky fingers away from your plate. Ron smiled and scooped some of the seafood onto his own plate. Everything felt right again, you felt happy. You didn’t have to force a smile or a laugh, it was so natural. You’d missed yourself, you missed feeling like yourself. 

A smoky, sweet scent wavered passed your nose, causing you to drop your fork onto your plate. You knew that smell all too well, it was him. You turned your head towards the smell and saw his blonde hair walking towards his table. You watched as he sat down with his Slytherin friends, laughing at something one of them had said. 

You frowned, turning forward again. The familiar feeling of dread began to fill your chest once more. You didn’t want to cry, you were so tired of crying. “Y/N.” Harry said softly, reaching across the table and touching your hand gently. “You’re gonna be okay, it stops hurting eventually.” You nodded at his words, thanking him. 

And you were okay, somewhat. Somedays were harder than others, but you could feel yourself healing minute by minute. The memories didn’t help though. You couldn’t go to the astronomy tower anymore, the memories too strong to ignore. You couldn’t sit under your favorite tree by the black lake anymore, memories of eating stolen pastries and chocolates with the boy who broke your heart. Hogwarts wasn’t the same without Draco by your side. You didn’t want it that way, but for now that was your truth, your reality. 

Draco had imbedded a place in your mind, whether it was a present thought or in the back of your head; he was always there. 

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A/N- let me know how you guys like this one:) PART TWO IS UP YAY!!!

part two- What am I now?

[lemondelightful]

Valentine's Days

Hello, I'm bored so I'm going to write what the bench trio might get each other (canonly) for valentines day for lonely fucks online

Tommyinit🦝❤️

- Ranboo would give Tommy flowers, specifically an allium bouquet with a polaroid picture of Tommy and Ranboo attached to it, and at the bottom of the polaroid it's going to be signed by both Ranboo and Tubbo

- Even though Tubbo signed his name, he would give Tommy a card that has all these encouraging words but equal amount of swears and insults if that makes sense, and Michael of the other side of the card, he would draw Tommy with a smile

- Tommy would cry, he would cry, one, his bestfriends actually got him something other than trauma, and two, Michaels stick figures looked so good

Tubbo🐝💛

- Ranboo sort of forgot to get something for Tubbo, the only reason he bought Tommy something was because Tubbo told him to, but he remembered last minute and just gave him a new sword with mending + other enchantments

- Tommy didn't get Tubbo anything, well I mean he did he couldn't give it to him, it was a redstone sign that reads 'fuck u tubs' behind Tubbo and Ranboo's mansion that would light up and shoot up fireworks, yeah, maybe it was a good thing the fireworks didn't go off

- Tubbo, let's be honest here, probably didn't give a shit about what he got, I mean he was definitely thankful and all that but he didn't care, he would have been happy with just a happy valentines day

Ranboo🖤🤍

- Tommy got him a card that has another card in it that would spray glitter everywhere, you know for fun, he did help clean it up as it was his mess but Ranboo seemed to like it

- Tubbo also got him a card but there was no glitter, just some nice words and talking about how good their marriage was because they didn't ever do taxes and how Michael says that he misses him and what not, and he would put an emerald in the card and have engraved in it, Ranboo My Beloved, in small font

- Ranboo stores the cards in a box that holds all of his most prized memories so he doesn't forget about them, but he puts the engraved emerald under his pillow so it doesn't get mistaken with the other emeralds

[toushindai]

It is not easy to figure out the relative apparent ages of the hades game trio at any given pre-canon point in time, but by god, my several thousand screenshots and I sure are trying.

And here’s what I’ve got.

First, some points:

I say both “relative” and “apparent” deliberately; according to the game’s writer, the immortals in this game experience time very differently than we mere mortals do. So, for example, how many years Zagreus has existed is a less relevant point than the fact that he appears to be, and seems to experience life as, someone in his early twenties.

There’s nothing that gives explicit, exact answers to any of this. But, what can be pieced together from various lines of dialogue doesn’t mesh well with the painting of Cerberus and the three as toddlers concurrently. At the very least, Meg and Than were working before Zag was born.

So let’s get into the details. My basic thesis statement here is that Megaera and Thanatos were of comparable apparent ages at some point prior to Zagreus’s birth, and that Thanatos and Zagreus were, at some point, children at the same time. The order of their ages is Megaera as the oldest and Zagreus as the youngest, with Thanatos somewhere in the middle in such a way that he could be considered peer to either.

Long, image-heavy post below the cut.

The best point of reference we have for this is Sisyphus’s capture of Thanatos. This is, according to Thanatos, when he and Megaera got to know each other well, both in the context of their work. Presumably they interacted as peers at this point, though their apparent ages could still be somewhat disparate. We also know that Persephone was present in the Underworld at the time Sisyphus was judged—Sisyphus tells us this. Finally, one of Persephone’s lines refers to her remembering “Nyx’s young sons”—so presumably Thanatos was fairly young at the time. (Hey, Sisyphus? Hey, wtf, man?) (also apparently gods don’t have child labor laws.)

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Zagreus, then. He is definitively younger than the other two, just by virtue of them having not only conscious memory of Persephone, which he lacks, but also at least enough maturity before her departure to understand her role in the Underworld relative to theirs. They were not toddlers who met a pretty lady once without context and then never saw her again; both of them knew her as the Queen.

(n.b. that these screenshots are from March 2019, hence the difference in font & background)

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(Plus the below, which is from a separate conversation:)

We do know, however, that Zagreus and Thanatos were at some point young enough together to be playmates. Specifically, a remembrance has Hades recommending that Zagreus go play with Thanatos (or Hypnos, or the dog).

Where and what age Megaera is at this point in time is unclear; she is not introduced to Zagreus until he is on the cusp of adulthood (and in fact the introduction is part of an attempt by Hades to shove him over that cusp).

(Again, this is a VERY old screenshot.)

So that’s what I’ve got! Honestly, what I have the hardest time wrapping my head around in all of this is that Megaera was young enough to be the peer of a child Thanatos while Persephone was in the Underworld. Listen, the Furies are old. Given their origin story—born of the blood spilt when Cronos castrated Uranus when he overthrew him—they are most likely older than, at youngest co-generational with, the first-generation Olympians (with the possible exception of Demeter). There’s some interesting stuff to be said about the game’s immortals not aging in a regular, time-based fashion—Chaos and Nyx, for example, are older than Demeter, but Demeter is visibly wrinkled while they are not; Persephone is arguably of the same generation as Athena, Artemis, and the rest of Zeus’s kids, since Zeus and Demeter are of the same generation, but she looks middle-aged while most of the second-generation Olympians look like young adults. It seems likely that immortals’ apparent ages reflect their emotional state and maturity, and/or their sense of themselves and their relationship to the others around them. But even with all that taken into consideration I cannot wrap my head around a Megaera who presents herself as a child. I mean, she seems like she was born convinced that she belongs at the big kids’ table, imo. But, it remains explicit canon that she and Thanatos became most close in the aftermath of Sisyphus’s kidnapping of Thanatos, and it is clear that that happened when Thanatos was a child. So. That’s where we are.

[soulmate-game]

Crack One shot

Soulmates were real, but there was no universal type of bond. The only agreed upon fact was that everyone only had one soulmate, and that was whatever that person needed most in life. If what they needed most was a romantic partner, their soulmate would be romantic. If they needed family or a lifelong friend more, then that would be the bond they would have. It could show up in any way, some more common than others but many unique to that pair or trio of soul bonded individuals.

Marinette had arrived in Gotham last week. She had won the Wayne Enterprises International Scholastic Competition for her and her class, the reward for which included a month long trip to Gotham. Three of those weeks would be spent in Gotham Academy during the week, with the weekends spent in personalized internships with Wayne Enterprises employees.

Except Marinette, who as the winner of the competition, got her internship with Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake themselves.

And after finding out that Robin was her romantic soulmate on her first night in Gotham? She was really hoping this internship would go smoothly without any life altering discoveries.

Someone needed to flick Tikki for not giving her enough good luck though, because that did not happen.

Marinette thought stumbling through her and Robin’s game-styled Bond would be more than enough confusion and complication for at least the rest of the year for her. But no. No, of course not. Because when she met Bruce Wayne at his manor for their first official day of internship on Saturday, nine days after arriving in Gotham City, she shook the billionaire’s hand for the first time.

And when their hands connected, the only thing in either of their favor is the fact that Alix had turned down the invitation to come with Marinette and therefore the only other people in the mansion were Bruce’s family (including Alfred, of course). Because as soon as their hands touched, bright silver light shone for a moment before what was basically a holographic screen popped up. On it in bold black font were the words:

— SOULBOND INITIATED STATUS: Familial FAMILIARITY LEVEL: Introductory BONDED INDIVIDUALS: Bruce Wayne (AKA:REDACTED) and Marinette Dupain-Cheng (AKA: REDACTED) INITIATE SOULBOND GUIDE? (Y / N) —

“B-But I already met my soulmate on Thursday!” Marinette objected, eyes wide as she pulled her hand away like it burned. “This can’t— this is a prank, right? New WayneTech or something?”

Unfortunately, Bruce stares at his own hand in similar shock.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, I also already met my soulmate,” he informed gravely, poking his palm with the index finger of his opposite hand. “But look. I did not get a physical mark from my romantic soulmate, but…”

Marinette knew. She didn’t want to acknowledge it, but she knew. Everybody with a physical soulmark said that you knew when it was real, when it wasn’t paint or a tattoo or anything else, because it felt real. In some intrinsic, magical, mysterious way, everyone intuitively knew if a physical mark was or wasn’t genuine.

And the little, silver bat signal on the center of Marinette’s palm was definitely genuine. Her eyes went wide at the sight of it, and the information on the holographic soulbond-board changed.

BONDED INDIVIDUALS: Bruce Wayne (AKA: Batman)

Bruce showed Marinette the small silver ladybug symbol on the exact same spot on his own palm.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng (AKA: Ladybug)

“What the fuck?” That was Dick, who was the first to get over his shocked silence. But not very well. “What. The. Fuck? If Bruce had a familial soulmate, I would have thought it would be me. You know, first adopted son and everything,” he waved at himself, but his tone wasn’t jealous. It was just confused. “Or any of this other adopted children,” Richard gestured to the line of them next to him. “Why get a familial soulmate now? And why have two soulmates?”

The last line on the hologram began to flash insistently.

ACTIVATE SOULBOND GUIDE? (Y / N)

“I, uh, think we should click yes, Monsieur Wayne,” Marinette suggested, lifting her hand to do just that before pausing and glancing at her new (what? Father figure? Uncle figure? Oh my god if Bruce was Batman, did that mean Damian was Robin? The builds and estimated measurements matched up. Did that mean Bruce—) “Mon dieu, you’re supposed to be my father in law figure,” Marinette realized aloud, her face suddenly paper white at the realization.

“... I agree, let’s see what this ‘Soulbond guide’ is, exactly,” her familial soulmate decided to say, ignoring her realization entirely. He pressed the ‘Y’ with one finger before Marinette or his other children could protest. The silver screen changed, the text melting away in favor of showcasing a horizontal line. Until that line spoke, and moved to show the wavelengths of its voice as it did so. Like a digital mouth. Occasionally text would pop up to complement or supplement the spoken words.

“Hello. I am your SOULBOND guide, A.I.D.E, or Autonomous Introspective Destiny Escort. I am a pocket personality created by the Universe and Fate Itself as your guide and informant regarding your soul bond, and nothing but your soul bond. My knowledge may extend to some aspects of your personality, memories, background, and motives behind actions, but otherwise does not delve far beyond the specificities of your Bond. Even my knowledge of your timeline and social structure in your reality are limited. That being said, do you have any questions regarding your Bond?”

“Oh my god, it even reflects Bruce’s emotion issues,” Jason breathed, thoroughly intrigued and entertained.

“But what does that say about Marinette?” Tim shot back. “She isn’t emotionally stunted like both of her soulmates.”

Yeah, everyone agreed at that point that trying to hide their identities from the French girl was a moot point.

“No,” Marinette agreed slowly, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t even want to ask what you mean by emotionally stunted, because if Robin is any indication…” she winced, and several people in the room chuckled. Jason outright cackled. “But after dealing with HawkMoth for so long and not being able to let out any of my negative emotions, I developed a kind of mental system I guess. I just kinda… click and delete my anger or betrayal as often as it takes, if that makes sense.”

“That is not healthy, and we will talk about that later,” Damian said instantly, not looking pleased. Marinette just shrugged and grinned at him sheepishly.

As usual, Bruce was the first to actually begin to interrog— ahem— ask questions.

“Why do we have two soul bonds?” He asked, getting right to the point.

“In your case, it is due to your alter ego BATMAN. BATMAN has been a separate part of yourself, or at the very least you have seen him as separate from yourself as Bruce Wayne, for more than eighteen years. This grants BATMAN his own soulmate, as if he were his own entity. People such as Superman do not have this attribute, as they are fully cognizant of the unity of their two identities. BATMAN’s soulmate is Marinette, a familial soulmate. In her case, Marinette is in possession of the Ladybug Miraculous, which holds the power of Creation. This, along with the fact that Marinette is what is classified as a TRUE LADYBUG and/or a CREATION SOUL, gives rise to the possibility of a second soulmate being created for her as the need arises. This was compounded by the fact that she, like you, also sees LADYBUG as being a separate person from her own identity as Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Since she has held both a true CREATION SOUL and maintained this mindframe of being two separate people for several years, LADYBUG was granted a soulmate of her own, which is you. Does that suitably answer your question?”

“The first of many,” Bruce admitted grimly, turning to Marinette. “Do you want to ask anything else, or get on with the internship?”

“Just one question today,” she answered immediately, her mind buzzing. “What does the soul bond allow us to do, and how do we activate it?”

“You can activate the Soul Screen and myself by tapping your soulmark with that intention in mind. Your abilities are as follows; Mental Communication link— a two-way telepathy activated on command only when the Bond Mark is activated. Surveillance— the ability to see through your Soulmate’s eyes through the Soul Screen in emergency situations only. Bond Text— The ability to send written messages to your Soulmate by holding onto your soul mark, imagining the contents of the text, and sending it. Nobody except your soulmate will be able to see said message, and it will appear on the palm that hosts that individual’s Soul Mark. SOS— If one member of the soul bond is in life threatening danger, the other member’s bond mark will glow and a meter showcasing the endangered member’s life force will appear next to the mark. Upon the life force extinguishing, this Bond will permanently dissolve. Resurrection, time travel, and magical Cures will not revive this Bond.”

“In other words, the Universe is calling both of you out for being reckless and is only giving you once Chance here,” Barbara surmised ruthlessly. “Good luck. Alfred, what’s for lunch?”

As everyone filed out of the room with the dissolution of the Soulbond’s novelty, Damian, Bruce, and Marinette were left standing in awkward silence. Silently, Marinette shut off the Soul Screen and A.I.D.E with it.

“... we won’t be able to keep secrets anymore,” Marinette said, seemingly just thinking out loud. “Once we activate the Soul Screen, AIDE will totally rat out any we try to keep.”

“She was my soulmate first, Father, so I’m stealing her now,” Damian said by way of warning Bruce before he picked Marinette up and carried her away. The billionaire playboy philanthropist just stared after them, wondering what the hell he did to taunt the Universe into making him the butt of all of its jokes.

He tapped his ear twice, a different bond awakening. “Selina? Please tell me you’re in town. I think I’ll crack out some of the good alcohol tonight.”

“Celebrating something?” The familiar voice purred in his ear.

“Coping.”

—*—*—*—*—* This is not at all canon to the original story, but takes place in the same universe. Just an idea I had for a second that I wanted to write a stupid one shot for. This is crack and I’m okay with that.

[ama1gamates]

theory:deltarune is one of gaster’s experiments

apologizing ahead of time if this is written in a disorganized manner, also the fact that i veer off topic a couple times to just talk about ways the games are related. its very difficult to organize my thoughts when there is so much to consider despite the fact that this is like my fourth time rewriting this (woops)

theory: deltarune is one of gaster’s experiments. like the entire thing is an experiment.

if you’ve never heard who gaster is in relation to undertale, you should probably look into that first because that’s what this entire thing is about. tldr; he was the royal scientist before alphys, fell into his own experiment and “died” or disappeared. he is presumaby sans’s and papyrus’s father or a part of the family (assuming that w.d. stands for wingdings going along with the whole “named after the font they talk in” thing, especially considering the fact that the journal 17 hidden room is written in wingdings). although we don’t exactly know when gaster is in the timeline of the backstory, we can assume he was hired as the royal scientist to figure out how to get them out of the underground. we can probably assume that he worked with determination, considering that the one time he is visible in the game he appears kind of drippy, like the fact that that’s exactly why amalgamates even happened in true lab. also, the determination extraction machine - was gaster’s. there are blueprints in sans’s workshop, written in a code that frisk cant understand, as well as a broken machine covered by a sheet; we’re assuming that’s an old determination machine and sans translated the blueprints for alphys (she even says in a journal entry “i used the blueprints”). if the “creation” gaster fell in wasn’t the core, it might have been this, because once again he appears all melty like the amalgamates or undyne when she dies. gaster’s appearances in undertale kind of seem like random easter eggs about a character from the past, but i’m not convinced it’s unimportant; in both deltarune and undertale you cannot name your character gaster, it just restarts the game.

now onto why i think deltarune is an experiment: when you download the game onto your computer, the file saves as “SURVEY_PROGRAM.exe” which actually scared me a little bc i was scared i just downloaded a virus, plus the fact that the license agreement when i was installing it said “YOU AGREE TO EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS FROM NOW ON” or something like that. terrifying! and once you open the game it does survey you, asking you to create a vessel and name it as well as yourself, unlike undertale where you only name the first fallen human, chara. plus there is someone that talks you through the whole intro asking you these things, which seems very separate from the narrator of everything else that happens in the game. and i think that this is how gaster was experimenting with human souls; when you die and when you save, the game doesn’t focus on determination like undertale does. (the flipside of this is alphys experimenting how to break the barrier with monster souls and determination).

MY BIGGEST REASON WHY I THINK THIS THOUGH: journal entry 17 from gaster. the entire thing is talking about a darkness growing stronger and cutting deeper, saying “i think this next experiment is going to be very very interesting.”  THE ENTIRE PLOT OF DELTARUNE CHAPTER ONE IS RESTORING BALANCE TO THE WORLD BECAUSE OF A FOUNTAIN OF DARKNESS MAKING THE DARK WORLD GROW STRONGER.

it’s also just very Funny(tm) to me that undertale has the surface and the underworld, and that deltarune has the light world and the dark world. there’s just! a very specific! kind of parallel there! like someone might have based it off of the concept of having a surface world and a world underneath!

one other fun thing: clam girl, a rare-appearance npc, talks about her neighbor “suzy” and how the protag should meet her. and once you talk to her, if you go to sans’s workshop, one of the drawers contains a poorly drawn photo of three smiling people the protag doesn’t recognize that says “don’t forget”. but only if you talk to clam girl! also goner clam girl, an even rarer npc, says that u never met suzy but the time to do so is “fast approaching.” i just think it’s interesting ;)))

about kris: i’m thinking that the soul kris out at the end is the player’s? maybe that’s a common theory, idk it probably is. like gaster just chose a human on the lightener world and said “here you go! here’s a soul! have fun being my experiment!” and this soul has more determination than kris; i saw this pointed out in a video, but the first time you play the game and you get to the first save point, you literally overwrite a save file under the name “kris.” in undertale, only the person with the most determination has the ability to save, which is why the only time flowey could save is when he had six human souls in his control, so we can assume the player has more determination than kris. also the fact that kris literally doesn’t emote at ALL the entire game, to me that makes it rlly clear that the soul they rip out is Not Good.

of course i don’t have all the answers! and this isn’t without holes, because yeah our information about gaster is limited and we only have one chapter of deltarune. something i realized today though: in undertale when you read the signs in waterfall, the last one mentions an angel who has seen the surface, presumaby asriel, come will back to free them all (which does happen in true pacifist!) the only other time an angel is mentioned in undertale is when you talk to gerson about the delta rune emblem; apparently the other bleaker take on the angel is an angel of death who’s a harbinger of destruction. SO ITS REAL INTERESTING I THINK that in the deltarune prophecy, it mentions that when the trio restores balance, they will “banish the angel’s heaven?” and somehow even after we closed the fountain (which btw i’m not convinced it worked) we don’t know what that means or what it’s referring to. but if we’re going off of the thought that undertale’s “angel” is asriel...... we bring in the theories about ralsei and asriel having something to do with each other, considering their names being anagrams and looking somewhat similar. also the fact that theyre probably related and asriel will make an appearance in the game in the future makes me nervous about that. THIS COULD BE A THING! WHO KNOWS. just wanted to point it out as well even though i don’t think it has anything to do with gaster.

ANYWAYS THIS IS A MESS but those are my thoughts on the ways that undertale and deltarune are related!!! and if anyone wants to add their thoughts feel free, i’m open to discussion