#and now it’s back tenfold

[butteronabun]

ghsshjdjdjdjsjsjhs street racer!diluc……. thinking many thoughts rn hhhh… he’s so hot 😍🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 and so sexy… anyone interested in a fic where racer diluc has tension with the reader sgdjhdjd 🫣

[mobius-m-mobius]

Lokius in Loki 2x02 - "Breaking Brad"

[manytoonepoet13]

Red Bouquet ep. 2 = Your Melody???

I THINK I GOT IT RIGHT.

So.. if you recall from my theory about Your Melody, me and my friend theorized how this song was about Merold wanting to reconcile with Hallritt after.. let's say.. a big fight..?

Quite from my post: "Take it this way, we got into a big fight, I got amnesia, I no longer recognize you and best friend J, but as I got reintroduced to more memories (Hallritt telling Merold), I start to remember more. And because I start to remember more, it makes me cherish the memories we once had, so it pushes me to want to reconcile. Simply because I want to experience more of those memories." — @c h a m a l a m.

Other than that.. have you noticed the similarities between some of the lyrics in Your Melody and Merold's line in ep. 2?

Your Melody: "The fairytale of the day you told me about... The pleasantly soft and sweet whispers. Just listen to them carefully, don't get flustered now."

Merold, ep.2: "This Red Bouquet... Sounds like a fairytale for kids."

To be fair, back then I've theorized how this was about Hallritt telling Merold about the day when everything went wrong, but the connection between these lines are still there.

Your Melody: "It's okay to deceive with an outright lie... Because within it lingers a quiet love."

Merold, ep. 2: Well, of course I'd love to but... That whole "greatest knight" thing is a lie." — "But spreading rumours like that makes people think twice about crossing My Melody's kingdom or making an enemy of me, right?"

Back then, I wrote how this was Merold talking about this seemingly peaceful life and how it's probably better to stay within this illusion, for the sake of everyone's safety, which, until now, still stands firm because that is, indeed, his intentions.

Your Melody: "If I were to stain your smile, then I would do away with this heart of mine." or "The MELODY of your voice that I want to remain beside, what if... If you want to cloud over the future, if it is sadness that you want to echo... then please let me play it from here."

Romarriche, ep. 2: "A "lie"... You knew phrasing it like that would invite disdain, and yet you said it anyway."

This part right here is a bit of a stretch, back then I had just compile the entire chorus and theorized how it was Merold finally remembering and opening up to Hallritt and reconcile. Because truth be told, I don't think Merold's doing all of this to purposefully hurt Hallritt or the people around him, I think the opposite, in fact. Because...

Your Melody: "Even with this fragile heart, above all else, you are my dearest, (Tell me, tell me why.) These overflowing feelings are a MELODY for you (Tell me, tell me why.)."

This is him wanting to protect the people he cares, going each and every lengths just to ensure their safety. It might not be the kindest, nor is it the best in the long run, as far as this story's concerned. But it is the most tangible way as of now given the circumstances he's faced with.

To wrap it all up, I'd say 1.) Me and my best friend's theory did indeed end up being correct, and 2.) Better prepare for more Merold and Hallritt angst.

[inhidingxoxo3637]

[merakiui]

While we are thirstin for teachers, Any thoughts om them in apocalypse AU?

>:D many thoughts!!

Sam runs an underground auction that's rumored to have the best of the best women up for sale. He also gathers intelligence from all of the other compounds and often does business with them (especially with Octavinelle and Ignihyde compounds). He works alongside Crowley, who receives most of the women from Crewel, and is in charge of keeping track of important shipments and other information imported and exported from the Night Raven compound. Crewel trains all women into eligible, obedient brides and housewives, ensuring each will be entirely loyal to her husband when she's inevitably picked. He essentially takes them and carves all of the disobedience out of them. His conditioning methods are reliable and work well, but they're quite similar to how one trains a dog...

As for Trein, he makes sure the women are all well-educated. I imagine he also teaches the children so they can grow up with an education. He probably teaches the men about pregnancy and how to raise children because some of them are severely lacking in that knowledge. T_T Vargas creates healthy regimens for the women of the NRC compound so that each one can stay in shape and, most of all, have a healthy pregnancy!

[reckless-lambert]

Do you have any lore for Roboticized Infinite?

Of course I do!

It's not that much because I kinda abandoned him (more on that later).

He was based on power in misery difficulty in cruelty squad. If you fail too much, management will turn you into fucked up blob of regenerating flesh.

The idea was that Infinite was used as a test subject for metal virus. It made him immortal because he just regenerates like zombots. Eggman didn't erase his consciousness because it was helpful with understanding orders n stuff (never did it again because of experience with Infinite). Becoming a voiceless weapon with no agency broke Infinite's mind, yes it was something he wished for, but yet again he just didn't appreciate what he had before he lost it (first thing was his squad). If you were able to read his mind it would be just "AAAAAAAAAÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" And the worst part is that no one even remembers his existence, after all he has done all his desperate attempts to scar the earth, to leave his mark, no one remembers him. His robotosised form looks different enough where even Sonic and Co don't recognize him. He tries to scream but his scream is silent, the only indicator of something happening are waves of red energy going from him. It is something akin to silent scream of Pure Vessel from hollow knight

He is super twitchy for a robot, feels like something closer to horror games with his erratic movements. He is highly suicidal, he tries get himself killed in battle constantly because it is the only leeway he has from Eggman's grip, too bad he regenerates from any damage. It was my version of bad ending for Infinite. I headcanon him finally dying in molten metal in one of the battles. No one even gives it a second thought.

Anyways when I presented him to discord everyone started saying shit like "serves him right" and other suggestions on how to torture him. It made me really uncomfortable so I just abandoned him altogether (yeah super hypocritical considering what I just wrote, but I can't help, it's how my brain works).

[smalltimidbean]

Having emotions again is tiring

[rxttenfish]

thinking about miravi specifically in the context of Sound and Noise...

aaravi's a person who's been forced to be hyperaware of how loud shes being at any given moment, something which she's nonetheless not very good at and ends up being told off repeatedly because she gets too loud when shes angry, or excited, or happy, or anything, really. she's not good at volume control and can't figure out how to maintain an "acceptable" level for everyone else, something that those same people don't have a tolerance for and won't listen to her when she says she really can't help it, leaving her only options to be total silence or outright rejection when she does speak. it means she gets ousted even more from social situations and even moreso read as aggressive and mistreated for being so, even when she's really trying not to be, thus meaning she can only actually become aggressive due to this fear of retaliation and mistreatment.

and miranda comes from a culture that has a huge emphasis on sound and noise and constantly being able to hear everyone even if you aren't able to see them. that's why music is so important to them, why it's a part of their language and why their language is so complex, that it's a deeply ingrained part of how they socialize with each other to begin with. even in her situation, having to control her reactions for the sake of the throne and control exactly what she says in which way, this is still far more than what she's dealing with on land. for all of this, she feels strangely put down and hurt even when other people aren't intending to, having such a major part of her socialization just abruptly missing. no one will sing with her, no one will go to the same lengths, no one is constantly communicating so that she can know what's going on even when she can't see it - and, yeah, she also gets told off repeatedly because she's being too loud or too boisterous or not using her "inside voice" and can't figure out what's an acceptable level because she's just not made to deal with this.

which means, when aaravi starts getting excited and getting loud around miranda, well, she can understand that! for miranda, she can understand this even better than what might be seen as the "norm", and can much more easily work with what aaravi gives her. in turn, aaravi is encouraged to be as loud or as boisterous as she wants to be, that she has someone else who is also loud and boisterous and likes that about her, especially someone who's confident enough (helped further by the knowledge that her entire culture and people are also like this) to not be so easily pushed over or told that there's something wrong with her for being loud. in a way, its finding someone who speaks the same language and understands what the other means in these inflections in volume, and someone who encourages this without shaming the other for how they talk.

[bladedlegacy]

i mean......... but the abs untapped potential of katherine, though. imagine the horror of finding out your whole life has been a lie. your parents are not your parents, your real father is the boogeyman everyone is so afraid of. your name is not your name, that's why it never felt right when people said it. you've been drugged and brainwashed with an illegal substance from a young age, that's why nothing feels real, especially not you. you were manipulated from every corner into forgetting your own identity because it was more convenient for everyone that way. as things do start to seep back into your addled mind, you start to remember everyone's dead, and you might as well be responsible for at least one of those deaths. in this essay i will-

[masquenoire]

It's been almost a day since Croc and Otis had gone for a supply run, with no word from either of them. A box has arrived for Roman, no sender or markings to make note of. Inside is a familiar black vest and a note: "Intervene in any way and you'll recieve a body part next. This goes for all of his pretend family."

Gloved fingers tap on his new wooden desk, glancing at his phone every so often. Still no messages from either Croc or the Ratcatcher. Roman idly looks away, continuing with his work but it’s hard to pay attention to. Numbers bleed into one another, meaningless scribbles becoming more erratic as his fingers convulse and twitch. A shot of whiskey quickly becomes two, doing nothing to improve his mood as the pen jolts when a knock is heard at his office door, broken nib spilling ink across the page. ”The fuck do you want?” Is Roman’s imminent response as one of the muscle peeks inside, his rugged face coy as he holds up a box in his hands. Roman snarls, white teeth glittering against the darkness of his mask as he rises in high temper, striding over to the man and snatching the box before shoving him back aggressively, slamming the door behind him. Gormless schmuck. The box is light in his hands and immediately he gets a bad feeling about it. A quick jostle indicates nothing untoward; it’s light as air almost, suggesting nothing questionable though he knows better after living in Gotham his whole life. Still, it had gotten past security which suggested there wasn’t much to worry about. Opening the box put that thought out of his head instantly. The scent of damp and earthern copper hits what’s left of his nose right away, the familiar smell of the sewers he’d dumped the many bodies of his victims bringing to mind the face before he can even say his name. Roman’s blood burns like fire as the lid falls off, revealing the note and the black vest he’d come to associate with Croc. Oh. Oh. Roman’s eyes swivel in their sockets, the whites of his eyes flashing like that of a mad beast as the air freezes in his lungs. The fire rises, blood rushing through his veins as the edges of his vision go red for a brief instant before his fingers grip the box, the pupils of his eyes shrinking to mere pinpricks as he comes to his senses. He knows this game. He’d been playing it since he was 17 fucking years old, kidnapping his first victim in hopes of a quick ransom. Clumsy. Clumsy he’d been in those days, but the years of violence and constant danger had sharpened his bloodlust to a fine point, the desire for retribution keeping his new desk safe for the time being. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Croc and the Ratcatcher’s journey hadn’t ended as it should have, and that Chimera finally had their missing experiment. Nothing about Otis had been mentioned and whether he lay dead in the sewers wasn’t much of a concern to Roman right now. If he wasn’t dead, he’d soon beg to be if Roman ever managed to get ahold of the slimy little rat fuck. It had been his idea, his plan to go along with this fucking ridiuclous buddy system and it didn’t take a genius to suss out some form of backstabbing was involved, the little rat-faced fucker. The fire rises along with the heat in his blood and red in his vision as he stared transfixed at the note, then back to the tattered vest which seemed to have a new hole in it that wasn’t there before. A deep breath is exhaled and the fire along with it as Roman becomes all business, a new mission in mind. “Rocco, Dante. Vieni.” These are his only words as he calls his dogs over by name. The rottweiler brothers spring up from their dark corner, stumpy tails wagging as they seek to do their master’s bidding. Wet noses sniff the vest he’s holding up furiously, a vague flash of recognition shining in their canine eyes as they pick up Croc’s scent and lick their lips with a whine before Roman flicks out his phone. “Cancel everything on schedule. I want everybody ready and waiting for new orders before nightfall and I mean everybody.” A body part? He’d wait for it. Croc was a tough cookie who’d dealt with worse, Roman knew that much, and Roman had eyes all over the city too. He had the money, he had the resources and by god he had the manpower to get what he wanted - and what he wanted most of all right now was the location of that fucking lab, to find out where they’d taken his ally. ”Pretend family, huh? Ain’t no fucking pretending about what I’m gonna do when I find out where ya’ll are.” Roman says, dogs sniffing the letter eagerly as they salivate in anticipation of work. His eyes fell upon the knife collection hanging up on the wall. Blunt blades hurt a lot more than sharp ones, he’d learned a long time ago and took a lot longer cutting through human flesh. With a free schedule, he had a lot of free time to indulge and research some new torture methods.

[rosemirmir]

I have never been this intensely invested in a tumblr poll... this is the power of ankheiji

[cuteniarose]

It’s almost 6 a.m and I can’t sleep because I’m being plagued by thoughts of The Latest OC

[kirishwima]

this is by all means not a universal experience, but im v proud of my adult self for demystifying male friendships and coming to love and appreciate my guy friends

[chromaji]

hanya yippeeee yahooo wahooo I've wanted to summon her for a while

[hauntingblue]

Sanji is actually so lucky he has pudding...

[bbling]

once you hear that glimmering piano gently fade in.... IMMEDIATE TEARS! https://open.spotify.com/track/59TGQhWvrB2bIBj7z2FIjr?si=c_oLW1IfQbiBH27Q7CRILg