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So when I first read The Ellimist Chronicles as a kid, my big takeaway was that it was a) really weird and b) undermined the whole idea of Q-style vaguely benevolent moderately omnipotent dickhead with obnoxiously inscrutable motives. It wasn't for a while that I realized just how much b) was not only on purpose but was deeply connected to the themes of the series.
Because from the start, the whole premise is that these kids aren't supposed to be the ones dealing with this. They have no fucking idea what they're doing, they're just some random teenagers who got caught up in it by bad luck because they pratfalled into the wrong place at the wrong time and wound up with the knowledge of the situation and the power to do something about it dumped on them, so now it's up to them even if they aren't up to it. They can't get help from the grown-ups and the warrior-prince space alien who would know what to do and would have had the answers is dead, they just have to make it up as they go and do the best they can.
And then a year and a half after the first book, we get The Andalite Chronicles, which is the perspective of the warrior-prince space alien who was supposed to be handling this and, it turns out, he has no fucking idea what he's doing. He'd just been a random cadet with big dreams until he got pratfalled into some all-powerful ancient artifact nonsense and this vaguely benevolent moderately omnipotent and dickhead whose obnoxiously inscrutably motivated schemes made this random cadet a hero and leader of his people, so now it's up to him even if he's not up to it, until he would go on to spend his last moments dumping the knowledge of the situation and the power to do something about it on some random kids he ran into, because what could he do, except make it up as he went and do the best he can.
And then we finally get the curtain peeled back on the obnoxiously inscrutable motives of the vaguely benevolent moderately omnipotent dickhead who's been subtly meddling with our protagonists since the series began, and it turns out the grand revelation is: he has no fucking idea what he's doing. He's Some Fucking Gamer whose bizarre series of near-death experiences and one-sided grudges lead to him pratfalling into the nearly infinite knowledge and power to try and achieve the best of all possible ends for all people who ever will be, so now it's up to him even if he's not up to it. Every time he uses some of his infinite power is an exercise in maximum effect with minimal involvement, and every loss, and even every win, comes with an almost incalculable human* cost, except that he can calculate it exactly, but the only alternative is to take no plays at all.** All he can do is make it up as he goes and do the best he can.
There are no grown-ups. Nobody has all the answers. The only thing to do is try to figure it out and do the best you can.
*you know what I mean **An important change in framing that Andalite Chronicles is delivered in Elfangor's last moments as a final statement, while Ellimist is delivered in the last moments of a character we've followed the whole series, although we haven't learned who it is yet. They want the closest thing they know of to a god to tell them if they mattered, while the Ellimist is asking one of his acceptable losses if they can forgive him.
For as much as I love Animorphs, I’ve never actually read it in order all the way through. It was always scattered entries, whatever I could find at the library or buy at garage sales. There’s even a small handful I haven’t read at all. That’s why, for my New Year’s resolution, I plan to reread the series in its entirety. However, I know how my brain works, and I’m afraid I might lose motivation and quit too soon. That’s why, after each book, I will add to this post with, in my opinion, the most fucked-up part of the book, as well as the silliest part (because anyone who’s read these books knows that those are the two main tenets of the series). That way, I’ll have a publicly available record to hold myself accountable to if I start slacking, plus a nice thread of propaganda to hopefully suck more people in. I plan to read one mainline book a week, starting with:
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Servamp Creation Timeline
It's vague, but here is a guesstimation of when each of the servamps were created by Saint Germain.
Kuro: Sloth is hardest to pin down in terms of a timeline. I have two theories:
Given his human name, "Adam", it was likely after Christianity spread to England. But the setting of his backstory has pre-Norman vibes, so he likely became a servamp between the 7th Century but before 1066. (The big if here is if he was of Anglo-Saxon or Viking origin.)
But some of the legends Kuro is associated with also involve 3rd Century Roman Britain. So as early as the 3rd Century isn't out of the cards, but it would be anachronistic with most of his backstory (the buildings, the dress of all the characters introduced, etc.) The other piece evidence supporting this earlier date is that he seemed confused by Gear's name, which is of Germanic origin. The Anglo-Saxon invasion of England occurred during the 4th-6th centuries. If he lived in the boonies even into the 500s, maybe he could have been a Celtic or Roman British person who was unaware of the Germanic invasions (The latter is unlikely given the Roman aversion to pants). And some of them, especially the upper class, were Christian before the Anglo-Saxons, which could explain his very Christian human name.
Overall, the earliest potential time was 3rd Century Roman Britain to early 11th Century Viking England at the latest.
Hugh: - Algernon and Hugh both have names of Norman/French origin. Algernon was an old man who seemed established in the area. Given the suffix "the Third" and the historical connection between that suffix and the inheritance of land, this was at least two generations past the Norman Conquest of Britain in 1066. The inclusion of the English "The Dark" in his name and Hugh's history of staying in England also support him becoming a servamp in post-Norman England. It likely happened in the 12th Century at the earliest.
Jeje: This is another tough one because of the lack of information. It was most likely prior to the Protestant Reformation given that fits with Freya's creation. So it probably happened somewhere between the 12th Century and 1517. The Black Death and the Crusades are both options that fit within this time period that also give potential reasons for his loss of faith.
When he first met Kuro, he was dressed like someone who was at least a bishop, a high ranking member of the Catholic clergy. But he could have also been a cardinal, as in one of the people who choose the pope. This was the time period of some of the most depraved popes, so there is lots of interesting story potential there. He could be from any country on the western side of the Great Schism.
Freya: Witch trials really kicked off in Europe after the Protestant Reformation, so she probably became a servamp in the 16th Century. She was likely from somewhere in Protestant Europe.
Lawless: Sometime between the 16th-17th Centuries is what makes sense here. I personally headcanon that he was a prince of one of the city states within the Holy Roman Empire, but Denmark is also an option given the setting of Ophelia. I'm leaning towards towards the 16th Century given Ophelia's design and when Ophelia was written.
Ildio: Ildio's timeline is difficult to figure out because the people he was dealing with were larping as people from a much earlier time period. It was probably sometime between the late 16th Century and early 18th Century given the servamps before and after him. He is probably from the somewhere near the Mediterranean.
Lily: The 18th century. Everything from his style of dress to the ideologies he espouses are so 18th Century Europe. Given the aesthetic of both himself and the Aliceins, he is most likely of French origin.
Tsubaki: Early 19th Century. It did not seem like Tsubaki stayed with Saint Germain that long in the grand scheme of things. Kuro said that Gear was interested in cameras around the time he left, and Gear is fascinated with new things. Given that context, Tsubaki was likely created around the 1820s.
It's no wonder Kuro decided to kill Saint Germain given this timeline. Saint Germain's experiments were accelerating. When Kuro made the decision to kill him, Saint Germain had made four servamps in less than three centuries...It looks like he took more time with the first three probably due to the instability, but Germain seemed to have figured it out by Freya and started mass producing them.
#servamp#kuro#hugh the dark algernon iii#servamp jeje#servamp freya#lawless#servamp ildio#servamp snow lily#servamp saint germain#neugear hatiwelt#tsubaki
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The thing is, Evie knows she’s a pushover.
She’s loud, sure, once she gets to know someone, and she likes to laugh and needle and tease, but she isn’t brave, not really. Last week when her chem partner hadn’t written his half of their assignment Evie had written it for him even though it took all night because she figured it was better than confronting him. When she was in second grade and Trip Lewitt stole her lunch every day for a year she never once stood up to him, and last Tuesday when Sandy had asked to borrow her lipgloss and hadn’t given it back, Evie hadn’t said a word.
So yeah, she’s a pushover and she knows it. But the thing is, she doesn’t need to be brave because she has Steve.
Steve, who had given her his jacket and let her sleep in his car because she was nodding off in math after she was up all night writing that paper. Steve, who had pushed Trip Lewitt into the chain link fence when he caught him snatching her lunch one day and then made him eat dirt. Steve, who could tell she was put out about something last week even if he didn’t know exactly what so he’d bought her a milkshake and it meant she’d had just enough change to replace her lipgloss herself.
Steve Randle is the furthest thing from a coward Evie has ever met. He’s so brave she doesn’t need to be, but sometimes he makes her brave too.
They’ve been friends for as long as Evie can remember. Her mom used to be friends with Steve’s mom before Steve’s mom left him behind, ensuring Evie would hate her forever even if she’ll never see her again. Evie’s been around long enough that Mr. Randle knows who she is- a rare feat from the man who goes from loving his son one day to hating him the next. Steve has slept over at her house, she’s bought him birthday gifts every year since she got her first job at twelve, and everyone always assumes they’re dating because he’s protective in a way most guys only get around their girls.
They’re not dating though. It isn’t like that. She’s not in love with Steve, has never loved anyone that way; and Steve only has eyes for his blonde haired best friend who loves him but not enough, not like Steve loves him, in the kind of way that makes the world shake.
Even still, she usually tells Steve everything. He’s her best friend even if she isn’t his, and she needs him more than she cares to admit. She never feels safer in the world than when she’s sitting beside him at the drive-in with his jacket around her shoulders, or throwing fries at him at the diner while they shit talk Sodapop’s latest girlfriend or scheme how to prank their horrific spanish teacher.
Right now he’s down the hall half wrestling with Sodapop and Johnny Cade, laughing and as happy as he ever gets. She could join them if she wanted to, just walk up and say hello and she’d be safe. Steve would take one look at her and know something was wrong, even if she tried to hide it, and he’d walk her to class with an arm around her shoulders and a murderous glare on his face he’d give to anyone who dared glance in her direction.
As she watches, Sodapop ruffles Steve’s hair and he beams. It lasts half a second before it’s replaced with his usual scowl, but it’s enough for Evie to make a decision. He just looks so happy. Even on a good day Steve is probably one of the saddest people she’s ever met, and it drives her half crazy sometimes because if anybody deserves the truest happiness the world has to offer it’s stubborn, gentle, scowling, deadly kind Steve Randle. The fact that this kind of lightness in him is so rare is a travesty, and she won’t be the one to ruin it. She can’t. She won’t.
She sighs and pulls the sleeve of her shirt down further. Not that anyone would notice the bruise on her wrist anyway, but the purple is ugly and Sandy always says purple isn’t her colour.
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“I was thinkin’ we should maybe go to that drag race out by the rodeo grounds this weekend when I get off work. I heard from Cindy who’s sister is going with Two-bit Mathews that Sodapop’ll probably be there an’ I want him to see me in that new skirt I got.”
Sandy is jabbering on about her latest plan to attract the attention of one Sodapop Curtis- an unfortunate recent development that has left Evie between a rock and a hard place between trying to keep Sandy away from Soda while not spilling why she’s so against her friend pursing the blonde. Luckily, Sodapop is a typical idiotic fifteen year old, and barely has eyes for anyone longer than a week, and as such, has not yet noticed- or responded to- any of Sandy’s advances. Evie can see this, but whenever she points it out Sandy reminds her that she has an advantage other girls don’t considering Evie’s boyfriend is Sodapop’s best friend. She refuses to believe that Steve isn’t Evie’s boyfriend, and further refuses to believe that despite how close Evie is to Steve, she has little more than an acquaintance with the Curtis boy.
It’s only a matter of time before she asks Evie to try and get Steve to convince Soda to go on a double date with them, in which case Evie will refuse without an explanation and Sandy will give her the silent treatment for a week. Evie’s trying not to think about it.
“Sure,” she agrees half heartedly, dodging the stuck out foot of some soc girl as they make their way down the hall, “I’m coverin’ the evenin’ shift for Corrin though so I might not be able to stay-”
She cuts herself off abruptly, books tumbling out of her arms as she locks eyes with him.
He’s standing in a group of football players, a junior to her sophomore, and he’s big, terrifyingly so, muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. Half the hallway had turned at the commotion of her dropping her books but he hardly spares her a glance, blue eyes glinting cruelly as he gives her an unimpressed once over and turns back to his friends.
It’s yet another slight, another reason for her to despise him though it does nothing to assuage her fear. She still remembers the feel of him pinning her against a locker, remembers the feel of his hot breath against her ear and the way his friends had jeered and catcalled, names she was used to but that stung all the same.
She doesn’t have to remember the terror- she’s feeling it again right now.
“-vie? Evie? Hello?” Sandy is giving her an exasperated look, Evie’s discarded books are piled in her arms- when did she pick them up? “Earth to Evie! Are you back with us?”
She sounds annoyed but her eyes are dart to a group of senior soc girls who are giggling and whispering behind their hands, then to the football players and him. Sandy’s nervous, she realizes, and then realizes why. They’re already at enough of a disadvantage being greasy girls. They can’t afford to be weird too, and Evie’s already enough of a freak as it is.
“Sorry,” she forces a smile, takes her stack of books with trembling hands, “sorry I just got a wicked headache all of a sudden.”
“You’re probably dehydrated,” Sandy seizes her arm and practically drags her down the hallway, head high even as a wave of giggle and whispers claw at them, “it’s thirty degrees out, an’ you’re wearin’ long sleeves like you ain’t never seen Oklahoma summer before.”
“Yeah,” Evie ignores the twinge of her wrist and the pounding of her heart, “I bet that’s it.”
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She spends the rest of the day jumpy and tense. Sandy tires of her newfound jitters quickly and jumps on an invitation from Kelsey Morrone to go out for a smoke a little too eagerly. Evie hardly has it in herself to mind.
She doesn’t start to calm down until last period and it’s only because Mr. Horton’s geography class is so boring it trumps all other emotions. Sandy isn’t in this class either, which means they can’t even write notes to pass the time.
Her anxiety ramps up the second the bell rings. She’s all too aware of the possibility she might run into him in the hallway, and everything in her screams that that cannot happen. She takes extra care as she packs away her things, prolonging the inevitable, and then regrets it when she realizes she has no crowd to blend into as she steps into the hallway. Luckily her locker isn’t too far from the math wing, so she keeps her head down and walks quicker than usual and makes it there without any further disaster.
It’s not until the familiar scent of motor oil and fabric softener envelops her and she feels a slight tug on her braid that she finally relaxes.
“Hey doll.”
“Hey yourself,” she swats at Steve halfheartedly, tucking her braid back behind her ear from where he’d tossed it over her shoulder.
“Hey,” he takes her hand gently- he’s always gentle with her- and pushes her sleeve up slightly, revealing the horrible mottled purple and blue bruise, “what happened?”
All day she’d sat next to Sandy and she hadn’t noticed a thing. Not a single teacher had glanced at her twice, not even when her english teacher handed back their essays and her sleeve had slipped, and yet Steve had noticed within the first minute of being here.
She looks into his eyes, at the anger hiding beneath his concern, at the scowl twisting his face that had been so happy just this morning, and makes a decision.
Even if she’s spent most of her day waiting for a chance to talk to him, she can’t let Steve Randle fight her battles forever.
“Nothing,” she pulls her hand away and pulls her sleeve back down, “don’t worry about it.”
“Evie-”
“Steve,” she cuts him off, “it’s fine, really. What’s up?”
“I wanted to know if you an’ Sandy wanted a ride home.” He says, eyes still locked at where her bruise is hidden away under blue fabric. She can tell he desperately wants to ask for more details, just like he knows that she won’t offer any.
“Ain’t you playin’ chauffeur to your buddies?”
“Not today,” he shakes his head, black hair glinting in the afternoon sun as they meander out the doors. He takes her backpack without seeming to think about it, slinging over his shoulder, and Evie hides her amusement at the fact that for all he’s a tough greaser he’s secretly a gentleman, “Two-bit’s takin’ the kid and Johnny, an’ Soda’s walkin’ over to the DX for work.”
“Well Sandy’s got plans with Carmen,” Evie tells him, “But I wouldn’t say no to a ride.”
Some of the tension bleeds out of his shoulders when she mentions Sandy’s busy. It’s no secret he’s not exactly a fan of her, thinks she’s sharper than she needs to be with Evie and hates her for it, the stupidly protective person that he is, not realizing that’s just who Sandy is. Still, it was nice of him to extend the invitation to her in the first place. She wonders for the millionth time how Steve got a reputation for being an asshole when he does stuff like offer a girl he hates a ride home without thinking, just because she’s a friend of Evie’s.
“You wanna stop for a milkshake on the way home?” Steve asks, tossing their bags in the back seat, and rolling down the window. If it was hot outside, it’s a million degrees in the car, but she fights the urge to roll up her sleeves, not wanting to give him a better look at her bruise if she can help it. “I’ll pay.”
She considers his offer. First of all, damn him for knowing her so well- ice cream has always been her biggest weakness. Normally she’d say yes without hesitation, but his offer today is very obviously a ploy, a scheme, a bribe if you will, to trick her into talking about the bruise and Him, and she has decided already that she won’t. To sit across from Steve, while he looks at her with sad eyes and tries to sweet talk her into talking is not part of her plan.
“Not today,” she shakes her head and offers him a smile, “I'm beat.”
“I can see that,” he mutters under his breath, but doesn’t protest, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
It’s a quiet ride home. Normally they’d chat and tease each other, but Steve’s mood is sour and she’s hesitant to start a conversation because she’s famously bad at keeping secrets and Steve knows that better than anyone. If he got her talking, sooner or later she’d let something slip and all bets would be off.
Fifteen minutes later he pulls up in front of her house and cuts the engine with a sigh.
“Thanks for the ride,” she presses a kiss to his cheek and goes to leave.
“Wait, Eves,” he catches her hand, the rough calluses on his skin at odds with the softness of the movement, “just- you know I got your back, right? No matter what.”
He’s so earnest, so worried.
“Yeah,” she smiles, heart swelling with gratitude for this dumb boy who came into her life and never thought once about leaving, “I know.”
He holds her gaze a moment more and nods, clearing his throat abruptly.
“I’ll give you a ride to school tomorrow. Sandy’s welcome too if she wants.”
“Thanks.” She smiles, squeezing his hand and trying to put all her gratitude into it before she lets him go, closing the door gently behind her.
He doesn’t drive away until she’s safely inside, the door locked behind her. He never does.
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“Mornin’ doll.”
“Mornin’,” she hands him a piece of still warm bannock wrapped in a tea towel, and he shoves half of it into his mouth in one bite, humming appreciatively. If there’s one thing she knows Steve loves, it’s her mom’s baking.
He inhales the rest of the bread before speaking.
“Sandy comin’?”
“Nah, she’s gettin’ a ride with Carmen.”
He nods and starts the engine, the car coming to life with a purr. It’s not as quiet as some of the socs fancy ass cars, but it’s the quietest tin can in all the east side and it’s all because of Steve’s magic with mechanics. She always feels an unearned swell of pride on his behalf whenever she sits in this car, stupid as it is.
It’s not until they’re halfway to Will Rodgers that she notices Steve’s hands are torn up and bruised, every knuckle split.
They definitely weren’t like that yesterday.
“You get into a rumble or somethin’ last night? What happened to your hands?”
“Oh, that,” Steve waves a ruined hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it.”
“Steve-”
“Evie-” he mocks, flipping their argument from yesterday, “really. It’s fine.”
“I know it’s fine, that ain’t what I asked!”
He pulls into the parking lot and cuts the engine before turning to her with a sigh,
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes!”
“Well, I heard a rumour somewhere that some of the football team- a certain captain in particular- have started to get a bit brazen in how they’ve been treating some east side girls. And Sylvia Devares seemed to think maybe Angel had mentioned something about you showin’ up late to spanish last week and shaking like a spooked horse. So me’n the boys decided it was time to have a little talk with the dear captain and his buddies.”
“You didn’t have to do that," gratitude and shame swirl in her gut, “I can’t expect you to fight my battles forever.”
He lets out an inelegant snort.
“Of course you can,” he says, so matter-of-fact she couldn’t argue with him if she wanted to, “I meant what I said yesterday: I always got your back. Always. Even if you don’t wanna talk about things, I’m always gonna be here for you.”
Yeah, she realizes, he really is, always has been always will be. It doesn’t matter if she’s a pushover or not, he’ll always have her back.
How did she get so lucky?
#the outsiders#steve randle#evie the outsiders#evie bylilly#Evie: steve is so nice why does everyone think he's an asshole#Steve: is an asshole to everyone but Evie and Soda#stevie#qpr stevie#I will make that a tag if it's the last thing I do#please give this some love I thrive on it
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fenrir and boothill having that father and son relationship is something that i didnt know i needed but i did.
the man who had lost everything and the kid who never had anything in the first place. one who lost shelter and one who seeks. I think its perfect for the two.
Even though initially, boothill hated fenrir’s guts - actually he just hated fenrir for the blood he had spilled. What can the boy do when the authoritative figure of his clan which he sees as his father taught him go to against morals and hurt the women and children? hell, does he even know they were women and children with his blinded eyes. Fenrir was visually impaired and had to rely on bronte to navigate when he went scavenging - which usually ends in bloodshed. He followed orders blindly. “Shoot them” and the trigger is fired because Fenrir only knew that there were enemies on the field, not vulnerable group of people.
First meeting between fenrir and boothill was rather intimidating because you got one dude seemingly heartless shooting at everyone and burning the place up and when you went closer, its a kid, shaking as he held the canons thats being fired. sure, im painting fenrir as a helpless creature who can do no wrong here but he has blood on his hand which when dried will crust with guilt.
boothill is close with hermia. basically treats her like his daughter and often come back to talia to meet her. she sees him as the same, a father figure. but what boothill wasnt ready for was the fact that when he tried to stop fenrir from just blasting all over the place - hermia would stood behind the boy and boothill just had to double take like was fenrir protecting’ or was he going to harm her next.
boothill had expected fenrir to just blast the shit out of him, it was a risky move, but rather he dropped the canon and it fired in the air to distract boothill as he made a swift escape carrying hermia. which was when boothill realized the fuckass scheme bronte was putting up and why fenrir didnt have any indicator of a clan - was because they can keep playing the saint that can never do no wrong and have a disposable dirty worker.
there was always something fishy with that robinhood clan which had a reputation for being ‘the only generosity within the desert plains’. too good to be true then its probably isn’t.
well that was also when boothill realized fenrir was blind and deafened (he had a soundblocker bronte put on his damned ears) so the poor guy who never had contact with the outside world whose first contact is this brute was being told to do this heinous crime to be fed and he just thinks its just to hold something heavy (having no knowledge of guns/canons/etcs. idk see no evil, know no evil bullshit man i need to rewrite this)
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I'm watching the Queen's Gambit, and bruh, men hate to see a woman winning at like anything.
#ooc. // 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬#leona tho is just 'i wanna play her'#i only know bits and pieces enough to help me with my portrayal with leona#because when he's figuring out his schemes#he'll just play chess by himself
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Gifted Drabble - NewAgeAU - Required Feelings
Hey @spotaus !! As promised! A little thingie :3 As always. No worries about it being canon canon or not hahah. the end choice is up to you ;)
So Spot and I were talking about Killer and his story and it got me thinking about something we already established would happen and happened.
Mostly Killer's interest in Ccino. Because with everything going on with Killer? That makes that so much more interesting. Especially because Killer is still figuring out who he is after everything and Ccino is pretty much a social chameleon.
You guys ready? So here are some drabbles on pretty much a normal average day for Killer since coming to the castle!
Warnings: unhealthy relationships. slight sexual harrassment (not by the guys in focus but done by a background character.)
Also this got a... bit longer than planned... woops. i schemed too hard.
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The last two months had been... strange.
Don't misunderstand. the training? brutal. But so good.
Killer never knew that it could be... fun to move and exercise.
He is so used to only running when he is running from the guards. He is so used to fighting only being adrenaline filled movements to keep the guards back so his best friend- ... so Chara could escape.
He is used to having to tug himself in tight places to hide. places that are uncomfortable.
Training with Nightmare is strange and difficult but fun.
The first time they sparred though?
Well... Killer is never afraid obviously. Chara said that being afraid is useless. But as Killer had stoof ready Nightmare had stopped. Tilted his skull at him and shaking his skull.
Killer had been terrified he had failed. Was his stance wrong? Was he not in the right defences postion? what did he do wrong? Please... He can do better.
Nightmar ehad walked over to him and looked at him calmly before saying that he wouldn't hurt him.
Killer had been frozen in place. because he knew that of course. Killer knows there is no use to training by hurting him. He learned that. Nightmare forced him to stop trianing and taking breaks at the start when he noticed that Killer was pushing himself to far. another difference from chara...
Nightmare had pretty much told him that his body didn't seem to agree with Killer. so that they would go back to Killer attacking him and Nightmare just blocking.
They haven't tried to spar yet since.
Killer sighs as he just wanders the halls. It is his thing at the moment.
When he isn't training, eating or sleeping. He likes to wander the grounds and area. explore a bit. Lay in the grass nad think about Ccino.
Sigh...
Ccino...
Killer is still unsure what to do with these... things he feels. He knows what this is of course. A stupid childish crush. Chara told him about them before. That people get stupid when they have tiny crushes. Especially when it is on someone that is way out of their league.
Killer had nobbed because it made sense. Chara would never have someone being out of their league. More that Chara was out of the league the other person was in.
So here he is... having a little crush on someone who is unobtainable.
Which Killer had known since the start so why did his stupid soul decide on this?
But... at the same time...
Killer looks outside as his mind wanders... His soul shifitng from the target to the more normal soul shape. Could you blame him? Ccino is... Ccino. He is so smart and everywhere and always so controlled and just always knows what to do and who is who...
Killer watches the forest in the distance and sighs wishfully... It would be easy.. especially now that he has a bit of gold... Tehy could get on one of the few horses together. and just ride off into the forest. They would keep going until they found a city where they could hide... Ccino and him. Just them...
He leans against the stone and smiles. Killer could show Ccino everything he knows from living in the city. How to get food where and how to dodge people. Ccino would be there for him. Help him and be nice and just... be there.
"Hello Killer."
Killer shotos upright and turns quickly. Only to come face to face with Ccino. Well not face to face as Ccino is a bit shorter but it is close.
Killer feels his body warm up slightly as he coughs to clear his throat of nothing but stupid nerves "Ccino! I didn't hear you." he grins "You sure you aren't a trained spy or guard yourself?"
Ccino tilts his skull and looks slightly amused "Very sure. I think i would notice the training for one." He looks around and looks through the window for a moment "I saw that you were just standing here and was wondering if something was wrong." and Ccino waits.
Oh gods what does he say? that he was just staring outside and thinking about the future they could ahve if they just made a break for it? that is not going to fly. oh fuck why are his hands sweaty.
Killer shrugs as he grins "Me thinking? You should know by now that i never think!" oh please just end him. what is he doing?!
Ccino frowns slightly before shaking his skull. Killer would feel bad about it but he has a tiny smile! That is something! that is something amazing!
Ccino looks back at him and frowns "Are you okay?"
Killer jsut... blinks at him... him... okay? of course he is okay? "Why wouldn't i be okay?"
Ccino keeps frowing as he just looks at him "Because your soul is a little... woobly... I was wondering if you are okay." he looks a lot stricter "If you aren't okay or feeling alright you need to tell us."
Killer however is... well he isn't NOT listening because how can he not listen to him? But Killer is sligthly panicking. of course his soul is woobly. Because his stupid soul is feeling stupid feelings about Ccino which just get worse when Ccino is here and what does he even say?! Wait! distract and redirect! Easy!
killer grins "Checking out my soul? You should take me on a date first."
WRONG DIRECTION! DIFFERENT DIRECTION! DON'T REDIRECT INTO THAT DIRECTION!
Ccino doesn't even blink at his very poor attempt at a flirt "Killer. I am being serious. Are you feeling okay? If you are sick you need to take time to rest and heal before anything else."
Killer snorts nad shrugs "Euh. I would be fine anyway. The king would probably hate me skipping training for something as stupid as me not feeling okay."
Ccino frowns at him "Killer... I know for sure that our king would much prefer you taking your time to heal and feel okay over you hurting yourself or getting sicker by pushing yourself too far."
Killer snorts as he mutters wiht a shrug "You jsut think that because you have priveledges..." which Killer immediantly regrets. it sounded like an insult or rude or whatever it is called.
Ccino shakes his skull as he mutters "No it is..." he sighs as he rubs his skull for a moment before focussing on him again. "Killer. I can assure you. I swear and promise. our king would not react poorly to hearing you are not feeling well." and he gives him this tiny tiny smile.
Killer feels weird and he has so many impulses and thoughts he doens't even know what to do at the moment. his body is unsure and killer jsut stays put as he looks to the side wiht a shrug.
Ccino watches him for a moment but doesn't push further. Instead he just nods as if Killer made any type of sense as he looks down the hall "Were you going to get dinner? it is about time for it."
Killer takes the out wiht both hands as he answers "I was going into that direction." and if he wasn't before he is now!
Ccino nods "Then we can walk together." he starts to turn and looks at him.
Killer feels his hadns get sweaty again. the impulse to hold the other. to just wrap his arms around the other and never let go. The need to pull him back and away. The other need to just sit with him and stare.
He can not be near him now. Ccino is offlimits and Killer is a mess.
Killer finds his voice "You know... now that i think about it... dinner? yeah... i dunno. Not exactly hungry... maybe you have apoint about me not feeling well. I am going back to my room and rest."
Ccino frowns at him but once again nods "okay. If you still feel ill tomorrow just tell one of the maids okay? Take it easy and try to get some sleep." and ccino walks away. towards the area to get food.
Killer rushes back to his room and falls on the bed. He groans long and loud. Why is he like this? why is this so hard and weird and strange?
Why does he never want it to stop.
Even so Killer jsut lays in the bed. feeling his soul slowly calm down from the racing pace it had been going. slowly it calms a calm pace and Killer thinks he slept for a bit.
Killer wakes up of course. He is hungry.
Ugh. this is what he gets for lying and skipping dinner.
Killer groans as he sits upright... he hopes there is some stuff still in the kitchen for him to raid and-
something in here smells delicious?!
Killer looks around and finds a plate of food on his nightstand. It is mashed potatoes with some greenery in it... hotchpotch? with something that looks like a large meatball and there is a tiny note.
Killer takes the note and reads it. It is ccino. telling him to take it easy and that he left him a meal for when he feels hungry.
Killer takes the plate. and while the food isn't hot anymore it is still warm. He takes a careful bite. but instead of chewing or swallowing he just waits and feels.
He enver realy had meals with intent before. Killer was never in a position to get those. And most restaurants places he took food from hadn't had a chef that cared enough to put intent in.
THe cooks here put a lot of intent in the food. Of nourishment mostly. the want that they feel good.
Killer didn't feel it right away so he doesn't think the normal cook made it. especially because it was chicken planned for dinner today.
He feels it.
It is weak and so light but it is there. Care. soft care from a magic that killer hadn't felt fully before. But the same care he could see shinign through Ccino's eye lights.
It feels like the magic... holds him. but not like guards grabbed him before. but softer and gentle and if he can break.
Killer only finishes his bite onces he absorbed every last bit the intent. He looks down adn ignores the fact that the goop from his sockets are dripping. that the goop is way more watery than normal.
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There are a lot of cats out in the castle.
Killer at first hadn't understood why.
Killer knew the church for nim used the animals as sacrifices. That he had...
Killer however also knew that Nightmare is very against sacrifices. If he learned anything in his four months here it was that. Nightmare hates everything that relates him back to his mother.
The news that nim and ngihtamre had been related... well... Killer will admit he had been looking back on those old fantasies or running away wiht a certain someone much more seriously.
But nightmare hated the old ways. He looked at them with disgust each time they were brought up and tried to make sure no situation happened where they woudl be needed. Killer is unsure what nightmare will do once something needs to happen that require those very things.
Maybe Nightmare will just keep refusing to do it. He seems to be very set on doing that.
Either way.
Cats.
So many of them.
Killer right now stands in a hallway. staring at a very sassy little grey with brown spots creature. The cat looks completely unimpressed with Killer.
Killer... hadn't tried to pet the cats yet. He had been... unsure...
Killer knows what he did. What he has done to these very creatures. The pain he caused their brothers and sisters before. Killer had the feelign the cats knew too. That they knew he was a terrible person who hurt those like them before.
Killer still really wants to go that direciton though... He has training with nightmare and nightmare and him had finally moved unto to sparing and Killer found it fun. He wanted to get all the time to spar that he could.
Killer stares down at the tiny creature "come on bud... I really need to go that direction."
The little grey and brown spotted cat looks unimpressed at him before rolling unto his back. showing that forbidden tummy.
Killer may never have petted a cat but he knows that is a trap. Killer shakes his skull "Can't do buddy... I know you will attack me."
The cat just does a slow blink at Killer. The picture of perfect innocence as he lays there. His eyes seeming to say 'why won't you pet me? aren't i cute? and don't i look soft?'
Killer slowly crouches down near the cat "I mean it bud. I need to go the direction you are blocking. Can you please move?" his hands slowly nears the cat. his hand is shaking lightly.
The cat makes that little mrp noise as he nuzzles the floor. wiggling in place.
Killer ligthly touches the cats side-
and the cat snaps to grab his hand with his little claws and bites it.
Killer yelps "ow! Hey! No fair!" the cat already let go and stands at the end of the hall. Looking very proud of himself before throtting off.
Killer glares as he jumps up "hey no wait!" he knows the library is there and Killer doesn't want the cat to start clawing stuf in there. the library is nightmare's pride and joy! he rushes after the cat "Hey! come back here!"
It takes amoment but he finds the cat and grins "There you are Bite!"
and amused voice "Bite?"
Killer turns around and Ccino is right by his side. Looking intrigued as he looks between Killer and the cat he had finally managed the corner.
Killer blinks and searches for the words "Yeah... Bite.. because he bites."
Ccino hums as he looks at the cat. He easily walks by Killer's side and killer tries not to shiver when their sides brush adn touch. Ccino crouches down and lets the cat sniff his hand for a moment. Ccino titls his skull as Bite just starts headbutting his hand and arm.
Waht a traitor.
Ccino chuckles as he picks Bite up and Bite purrs loudly and Killer swears the cat is staring at him smuggly
Ccino hums as he pets the cats "Sorry she bit you. cats need to learn not to see hands as toys. I think she thought you were trying to play with her."
Killer blinks "Her?"
Ccino nods "Yeah. Bite is a girl."
Oh gods please don't tell Killer that he officially named one of the cats and the name is BITE.
Killer rubs his hand "You sure it was just playing?"
Ccino nods "should be... did she do damage?" he frowns slightly.
Killer blinks and checks himself. No. no damage. huh. he shakes his skull "Nah. she didn't do damage... aside from emotional damage that is."
Ccino snorts and nods "Tehy are good at that. Well. I will take this little trouble maker in that case. You good luck at your training. Take the path behind the armour stand. It will take you right to the triaing area and you wn't be ridiculous late." and ccino opens his arms to let Bite jump out.
Killer shakes his skull "wait i euh... how come all the cats like you so much? are they yours?" he does remember the direction for later.
Ccino tilts his skull "They aren't mine. tehy are all strays... i guess they just like this place and see it as safe." a bit of a guilty smile "I do feed them however... which isn't helping the cat situation."
Killer snorts "must take a lot of money to pay for." maybe he can help a bit? share the costs?
Ccino shakes his skull wiht a smile "doesn't cost me anything. Ngihtmare just makes sure there are supplies for them in the castle." at the shocked look ccino smiles a bit softer "He knows I like them. So our king makes sure that they cna stay." he pets the feline by his feet "And what can i say? they are amazing pest control."
Killer laughs and nods "I can imagine. So how did you get them all to like you cat whisperer?"
Ccino looks amused but must be in a good mood as he decides to share his wisdom "Getting a cat to like you is easy. You just need to respect their boundaries and learn their language."
Killer fucking knew it! Killer grins "You can talk to them?"
Ccino blinks and looks a bit sheepish "oh no i can't. I meant... their body language. Cats communicate a lot with body language. Learn to read that a bit and you will know what a cat is annoyed or wants to be left alone. Then you respect their limits. if you are calm a cat is more likely to like you. and if you let a cat leave when it wants to they are more likely to return to you."
Killer gives a slow nod. huh..
Ccino nods "Etiher way. you got training that started like five minutes ago. Use the pathway i pointed out. See you around Killer." and he turns and leaves.
He turns the corner and Killer rushes after him to say thank you but- he is gone... Ccino must have used one of those pathways that the servants all use.
Bite is still by his side. she is looking at him with the most unimpressed look that Killer has ever seen on a cat.
Killer huffs and crosses his arms "What? it isn't like you would know how to trat a crush."
Bite clearly disagrees as she licks her paw before rubbing herself against his leg before throtting off. Looking confident and happy.
Killer sighs before jumping. shit his training! He rushes towards the armour stands and finds the servants path easily enough as he rushes towards the training room.
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Killer is not sure if he even wants to be here.
Here, being, this stupid council get together thing.
Killer isn't even sure what it was. Just that there are a bunch of council members and old nobels. Something soemthing about it still being from Nim's time or something and Nightmare needing to deal with it.
Nightmare had asked if Killer had wanted to be there. Get a better feel for what normal guard duty was. So he could better understand why his duty was so much different.
Killer figured that it would be helpful. He had been here for six months now. a full half year. and while his training to be a Knight was progressing nicely he didn't know why it was special.
Nightmare had asked if he wanted to rotate with the guard for a while. to better understand their positions and jobs so he could see why his was different?
Killer had agreed.
and it was so different. His private room for one. but also the special training. the fact tha tnightmare would speka to him one on one and ask for his opinions and thoughts.
Being a knight... being a knigh was kinda like beign a personal guard and advisor in one go. It was a honour. and Killer jsut kinda.. stumbled into it.
Killer hadn't even been seriously concidering the job for the first three months he had been here! But then he got curious and figured he could stay and watcha bit longer. just a tiny bit couldn't hurt.
ccino walks by his row of guards and each guard quickly grabs some of the tiny snacks he offers. Ccino stops by a guard that doesn't grab one and gives thema look. the guard notices and eats the snack before ccinoe moves on. Killer grins at him as he grabs his snack and he gets agrin in return before ccino rushes of to take care of the other guards.
it also helps that ccino is here.
Killer is still unsure how ccino is just head of the house and not nightmare's main advisor and right hand. ccino is smart and clearly the most loyal of everyone in the kingdom. How could nightmare only let ccino be head of the house? sure it is a big role but killer doens't think it holds enough respect... but maybe that is just him.
Killer watches the nobel man and woman do their thing. he watches as advisors lean clsoe together to mutter and scheme. mmh. killer will have to point that out later to nightmare. make sure he noticed and knows there may be something brewing with those.
Killer still doens't get why Nightmare doesn't just fire them all. He is the king. he can do that. but someting about not wanting people to revolt or something. taking it step by step to clean it all out.
Euh. Not his job. at least not until he is a full knight.
For now he watches for trouble for Nightmare but everything seems fine... So his sight wanders to Ccino as he weaves through the crowds wiht a practise ease.
Killer is always enchanted by Ccino just. moving with ease and confidence. The way he knows how to move and never bump into anyone. How he gracefully dodges any hands or people stepping back.
Killer still watches of course as Ccino makes his way around the crowd. And he is reasonable near Killer, and Nightmare for that matter as Killer is positioned closest to him, when it happens.
Some nobel person Killer doesn't know who he is or why he is important and he doens't care. Reaches out and grabs Ccino right by the spine and rubs it.
Killer feels his hand for a fist as he moves his hand towards where his knife is stashed.
Ccino manages to twist free, which cna't be comfortable with how he was grabbed and manages to make space "Excuse. I didn't realise i was that close."
Killer has his knife in hand.
The nobel man smirks "If it isn't the pretty skeleton! I must say it is refreshing to still see you here! pretty as always." he looks him up and down and Killer gets ready. There isn't a straight line but Killer could be there within seconds.
"One of the better things of Nim! giving you your job for us all to have something pretty to stare at." the man laughs.
Ccino has a iron hold on his own face as he remains calm "The old king's name should not be spoken. As our own king rules now."
the man smirks before frowning "Though you have let yourself go! Already much fatter than before. such a shame and waste of a pretty face. Though I am sure it would still be fun to have a night together. Especially if we invite some of my business partners-"
And Ngihtmare is there. He grabs the nobel man and throws him across the hall into the wall. Killer can hear bones break and crack form his place.
People gasp and move towards his side but Killer isn't paying attention to that. He seems to be the only one who watches their king and ccino.
Nightmare looks beyond furious. His tentacles are all posed and sharp. ready to strike. He lowers himself and it reminds Killer of the big cats. How they get ready to strike.
A hand on Nightmare's shoulder.
Nightmare turns with a glare but meets ccino's unflinching face. Ccino just shakes his skull at Nightmare.
Ngihtmare breathes heavily and killer cna feel the rage in the air. Is he the only one who notices? because he is already getting sensitive to their king?
Nightmare glances back to the man on the ground and ccino shake shis skull agian. He straightens his spine, killer can see the pitch of pain on his face and nightmare clearly does to as his rage just increases. Ccino shoots him another look. He striaghtens his spine and stands still before looking pointedly atnightmare.
Ngihtmare pants but stands up striaght.
Ccino nods and rolls hsi shoudlers before relaxing them both. Killer can see his hand is still slightly shaking but he forms a fist and forces it still.
Nightmare breaths and his shoulders relax and wiht it his tentacles unsharpen.
Ccino raises a hand and waves it by his face. when his face has gone by his face turned from his frown to a neutral face.
Nightmare takes another deep breath but his face calms down.
Ccino nods and takes a few steps back. his arms and hands hidden behind his back but killer can see them shake slightly.
Ngihtmare walks over ot the nobels "As you should know by now. I do not take kindly to those who dare to threaten those who fall under my employment. I employ them in in trade for their service I keep them safe and comfortable. Yet you dare to enter my home, on my invitation, and threaten those around us? Those who work hard to ensure you have a pleasant evening? you will be removed and stripped of your title. Leave." he waves his hand and returns to his throne but on the way he stops by Killer.
Killer stands ready.
Nightmare mutters "Get Ccino to the healer. You are to make sure he gets there safely and gets to his room safely where he can rest." he eyes the knife that killer still has in his hand and looks appreciative of it. before schooling is face again and nodding. Not once mentioning that he saw the weapon which is very much not part of the normal guard equipment.
Killer nods and bows "Of course my king." and he rushes to ccino's side with a cheerful grin. hiding his own rage under easy company.
He will make sure ccino is fine. Then... when killer earned his right as knight and when he is allowed solo trips... he will make a special trip to the nobel.
after all. if he doesn't have hands he can never make a grab to anyone ever again.
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Killer sighs as he pets the cat in his lap. eight months. eight months since his life changed twice over. first wiht chara leaving him behind. abandoning him. and then him taking the deal with nightmare.
So muhc had changed. He had changed.
Killer pets the cat sleeping peacefully in his lap. It is still so strange. That he is still here. He hadn't... he never wanted... it hadn't been the plan to stay.
But after a while. Leaving seemed even worse of an idea.
Killer just dind't like the idea of leaving anymore.
Just until he uncovers the secrets.
Just until he satisfies his curiosity.
Just until he is over his crush.
All three misions failed.
But instead of feeling like it is time to cut his losses and move on. Killer just continues to want to stay here.
Killer sighs as he leans agianst the wall.
very soft steps and Killer grins as he looks over. Ccino turns to corner and tilts his skull at him "Well don't you look cozy." he takes a glance and smiles "I see Bite finally stopped attacking your hand every second."
Killer snorts "nah." he raises his bites covered hand "She just got tired." and he goes back to petting her.
Ccino nods as he walks over "How is your training doing?"
Killer nods "good." and that is the problem. because it is going well. Nightmare told him as much. Killer would soon have his first mission and he is worried.
What if he can't do it?
what if he can do it but doens't want to?
what is he can do it. does it. but dind't want to do it?
is the loyalty he feels... for nightmare? or for the idea that he has to be loyal.
He isn't sure.
Ccino nods "that is good." he tilts his skull at him "excited to be a full knight?"
Killer is feeling ballsy today. reckless even. Killer grins at ccino "What if i don't want to be a knight?"
Ccino doens't flinch and instead tilts his skull "I mean... you would ahve spend a long time training for soemthing you didn't want... so i figured you would have realised earlier."
Killer shrugs "waht if i did? but ust wanted more training?"
Ccino looks a thim and shrugs "I don't believe that. I think you want to be a knight."
Killer glares "And what makes you think that?"
Ccino smiles atiny bit "emotions and intent. If you hadn't wanted it. you wouldn't have tried so hard and made progress this quickly."
Killer blinks and looks forwards "What if i just believed it is what i wanted?"
Ccino shrugs "They yuo have to make a carreer switch."
Killer snorts "Oh yeah. Nightmare is going to be fine with that." he rolls his eyes.
Ccino lokos amused "Yes out king." he stresses the title "Will be fine wiht that."
Killer shoots him a look "oh come on! I knew there is more going on over him just being your king and you just being a loyal servant."
Ccino looks forwards wiht a tiny smile "I have no idea what you are talking about. Only those most trusted by the king would know personal affairs of the king." and he grins.
Killer looks amused "Okay. what if i just become knight to learn all the secrets. and then when i am saticfied i will just leave." he knows he is looking at him smugly.
Ccino tilts his skull amused "Relaly now? When you figure out all the secrets?"
Killer nods "indeed."
Ccino laughs "good luck with that." and he starts walking away.
Killer tilts his skull at him "What is that suposed to mean?!"
Ccino stops and glances backwards "You are a smart cookie. you will figure it out." and he turns around the corner.
At this point Killer knows better than to try and follow ccino. He will be gone before Killer can even get to the corner. probbaly on the other side of the castle already.
Killer keeps forgetting to ask him how he does it.
....
euh.
He will eventually ask him... Maybe...
after all...
He will only leave once he learns all the secrets...
So maybe keeping one or two in tact is a great idea...
You know...
Just because he is curious. And no other reason at all.
#utmv#NewAgeAU#killer sans#nightmare sans#ccino sans#FUN FACT! The scheming started with only the bit wiht the council.#that is where i started with my scheme#but then i figured that... it would be intersting to see how killer reacts to having a crush.#when he is barely a person.#and it helps that ccino is untouchable and unobtainable.#it means ccino is just safe for killer.#ccino is a constant and there and it HELPS#Killer can look safely at ccino and see what he likes nad doesn't like.#It is very muhc. killer dealing with a lot of stuff.#as his crush evolves along with him#the crush never leaves it just changes shapes as killer learns about himself and the world and about relationships as a whole.#He still has a way to go. and more to form as a person.#but he is getting there.#he is ttrying to figure out who he is and who he wants to be. and that is all anyone can want honestly.#why is ccino searching killer out?#ccino wants to check in on everyone. see how everyone is doing. and make sure they are okay.#so ccino makes sure to talk with people.#adn ccino is professional. but he is also a social chameleon and can read the vibe and energy in a conversation very well.#so he very very quickly figures out that killer reacts well to just. having an open conversation. he is okay wiht prodding.#just don't speka for him.#ccino gives him open questions. Not leading to one side or the other. because killer needs to pcik which way to go.#ccino also asks questions which killer can easily answer with a short answer. but killer wants to talk with him#so killer tends to not shorten the conversations he gets.#until he gets the question on his training. the subject he is unsure about. that he shuts down because he doens't have the right words#or answers for those questions.
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Getting the spouse to read The Thief and Y'ALL
He's too smart for this.
He's calling it! All of it!! He's picking up the hints and clues the first time thru with zero context!!!
I mean, there was this moment y'all may have seen, but also, just this morning:
"So, the magus is ethnocentric as heck and that whole scene was really gross, but also.... Gen is actually the King's Thief of Eddis, right? That's obvious? I feel like we were supposed to be distracted by all the storytelling and racism, but like.... It's not even subtle at this point."
and
"Obviously Ambiades took that food, right? My only question is why Gen let him get away with it...."
And the speculations are off in the right direction, too!
"So why is Gen here instead of with the King in Eddis? He was in prison for a while but nobody seems to be concerned or even aware that the King's Thief is missing from Eddis--at least the magus didn't, and he seems pretty aware of current events. But Gen isn't here on business, because what would Eddis want with Sounis's king's seal? So why is he here and not there...?"
I'm not saying a dang word, yea or nay, and he knows it. He's just speculating out loud, and I quote, "Because I need a witness to having called it when I turn out to be right." (And also because he likes watching me squirm when I'm forced to keep my mouth shut and put on my overdramatic poker face.)
I mean, he's been wrong, too. He's leaning towards "the woman who fell out the window" being a caretaker instead of his actual mom, or the alternate explanation that it was his mom and Gen's family had to flee Eddis for some reason or other, which is why nobody's worried he's gone. But he's also "keeping his thoughts open to new clues." But he's still been on the right trail more often than he's been wrong.
I'm gonna bust a blood vessel over here. He's too smart, guys. He's gonna figure it all out the first run through and I have no idea how.
#queen's thief#the thief spoilers#the queen's thief#spoilers#my husband y'all#he's a genius and it's so frustrating#he's always figuring stuff out and catching hints#I just want to see his jaw drop ONCE#i'm resolutely avoiding spoilers for the rest because i want to see the light leave his eyes when The Tone Shift happens#i thought for sure this would be the series to stump him but now I can't be sure#the man reads textbooks for fun#his favorite ones are about political machinations and schemes#i suppose if anyone was gonna figure it out it would be him but COME ON MAN
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#instead of “everyone in the peloton can tell that tadejonas are pining for each other”#i propose the concept of: tadejonas who are *already together* like full-on established relationship living together part of the time etc#but somehow. no one else in the peloton has figured it out?#and like they didn't MEAN to hide it from people okay it wasn't on purpose#it just started out that way because when they realized they wanted to try it they ALSO realized that sooo much could go wrong#so they were like “we'll keep it pretty quiet until we're sure that whatever this is between us is real and will work out”#and obviously it does work out but when they try to tell people it somehow never seems to go according to plan#like somehow everyone leaves those conversations having completely missed the part where they say they're dating#and instead landed somewhere in the ballpark of “tadejonas are massively crushing on each other we have to help them”#so everyone is CONVINCED that they're pining away for each other and they keep trying to set them up in increasingly wild schemes#and tadejonas are just like. how do we explain to these people who we know and love that we are already in a committed relationship#random ass riders from like. every team tripping over themselves to help out the cause in the NAME OF LOVE and tadejonas are just like 🧍♂️#and like they feel kind of bad about it but also its kind of a game now to see how obvious they can be before someone catches on#random rider: jonas i promise tadej is totally into you okay he like. wouldn't shut up about you at XYZ race okay he definitely likes you#jonas (adjusting his scarf to hide the hickeys tadej left and jingling the keys of the house he shares with tadej): if you say so#what if i wrote something
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ovo whispers menacingly abt his grandstanding .
#(you can grandstand and be impulsive and prone to violence and have a terrible temper without being arrogant thanks)#(the closest he ever gets to saying he's above anyone else is w/ the jotuns if you really squint at it and he only ever said-)#(- that he wanted to use /force/ aka /violence/ to get them to submit to his rule bc otherwise he views them as DANGEROUS)#(based not only on historical /fact/ but cultural differences boogeymanning and seeing firsthand how they-)#(-MURDERED SOME OF HIS PEOPLE???? AND BROKE INTO HIS HOME???? ON CORONATION DAY????)#(he doesn't act like heimdall or the warriors or sif or even loki is below him. he wouldn't /ask them/ for permission otherwise)#(he even asks the humans-he-just-met for permission a la jane and then respects their decisions and apologizes for being rude abt the mug)#(and the one time he says 'know your place' to loki is when loki is actively bUTTING INTO A CONVERSATION that thor is being ridiculous abou#(bc to thor it's about /winning/ the argument with laufey and he's totally losing track of his goal to try and figure out wtf the jotuns)#(were doing ///in asgard inside the palace IN THE VAULT on CORONATION DAY///.)#(arrogance is specifically thinking you are inherently better than anyone else bc you exist)#(thor very clearly demonstrates selfish desires that translate to poorly thought out deeds)#(eg: taking it directly to laufey instead of trying to take a step back and figure it out in OTHER WAYS before a direct confrontation)#(and he also demonstrates overblown self-confidence.)#(eg the “i have no plans to die today” / “none do.”)#(that's being overconfident in his own abilities that's still not arrogance.)#( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page .#( salt to taste . ) — in this house we love the actual main character . crazy i know .#tbd#(thor expresses boastfulness and pride similarly to his whole culture of over-exaggerating ur war stories)#(his vice is letting that vanity get to his head and fueling increasingly impulsive and stubborn decisions)#(out of the sheer and desperate desire to prove he's good enough to take up such a heavy mantle as the crown of asgard + nine realms)#(but he doesn't just look at other people and go 'oh yeah i'm so totally better than you just because i exist')#(he's also not a lightning mcqueen who actually DOES see himself above the rustees cars and the route 66 cars)#(goes out of his way to make that abundantly clear and wants actually nothing to do with any of them in pursuit of his own gains)#(only to finally figure out he's not all hot shit and slows tf down to understand and enjoy life as part of society not above it)#(he literally flies of the handle because he fully believes the jotunar actually plotted an entire elaborate scheme)#(SPECIFICALLY in the effort to exploit him as the green thumb weak link as Newly Instated King who Doesn't Know What He's Doing)#(And therefore will OBVIOUSLY do a terrible job because he's not odin and can never be odin but he /needs/ to be like odin bc odin is stron#(HE doesn't know it was loki's plan. he doesn't know it was /loki/ who timed it to the coronation.)
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You know that problem horror fiction has where if you do the “the real horror is real life” well enough, when the actual horror pokes its head out it just seems really goofy by comparison? Like it’s so unrelatable it verges on comedy relief?
#I wish I had a smart conclusion about this but I’m trying to figure out how to troubleshoot the problem if I ever write this typa thing and#I don’t know how#’cause I just read this book about a young woman widowed for one year who starts receiving weird letters and messages from#an old flame of her deceased husband that he never told her about and it all was done so well it was like modern gothic fiction until#the last 20% or so when the letter-writer actually shows up with all her evil schemes in tow and then#suddenly it’s a completely different kind of book still scary I guess but the horror of the story was about not knowing what’s going on#and not having the person you once trusted and relied on to get you through it#and once she knows and has something to fight besides her own self you lose that#and I’m realizing the same thing happens with Stephen King a lot too cause in Pet Sematary#(spoilers)#I’m not saying it SHOULD have ended with the guy heading out to dig up his dead son because that would have been a copout but it would have#been way scarier#because the scary thing is the level of grief that would drive someone to that extreme and how easily you could put yourself in his place#and then his son is an evil zombie and it’s like okay whatever
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jonathan sims head archivist of the magnus institute london
#IM JUST POSTING HIM RANDOMLY BECAUSE I CANNOOOOOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME DRAW ANYONE ELSE. I HAVE APHANTASIA MAN IT'S HARD OUT HERE#i just started season 3 and heard him mention the graying hair i was like hm.. what if i tried drawring some characters.#i'm actually super happy with how he looks... i had some prior inspiration bc i followed one artist who's posted fanart b4--#(which is how i first heard of the series) and so i already kinda had a picture of him in my head bc of that (i love their art sdfghgfdjh)#so i was jus sketchin and i was like.... yeah this looks ok. i wanted his hair to be kinda just pokin up every which way in front--#--because i imagine him constantly running a hand through it. otherwise it'd look nice n tidy. i just sketched til it looked good enough#the eyes were easy because i wanted sharp and tired. the color was just me testin shit out and being like oooo that looks pretty#the outfit..... i just googled some like business casual stuff LOL. i thought it looked nice#bag and flashlight because he's dungeon crawling#he's also filipino for no reason other than i said so#OHHH YEAH freckles. freckles are cute. also worm scars.#i gotta say i didn't wanna put glasses on him but i thought he looked nakey without em.. but also it might be bc i was strugglin w lineart#the glasses make him look younger i think. which is bad!! he needs to look at least 35!!!#i dunno if i have it in me to draw the others;;;;;;;;;; martin i can't figure out a color scheme for-- and tim & sasha.... waauugghhh....#it's hhhhaaardd because when i'm like reading anything i cannot *picture* characters.... i just get like..... a feeling yknow.....#again i already had some vague images for jon (and martin) bc i saw fanart before lol so that's what showed up in my head#i have a good *feeling* of what sasha should look like but i cannot for the life of me draw it....#i keep sketching and going “noo this doesn't look like her” <- i DON'T know what she looks like#i've somehow instead ended up with a sketch that really feels like melanie tho lmao#if you're somehow at the bottom of this long ramble i will send you $500.#the void given form
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I have more thoughts but I don't feel like they're important enough to make posts about them.
#erda#og post#creepy doctor is creepy#yeah she's not that criminal that girl is a gun was because she is a different woman altogether and you fucking know that you asshole#her life is in danger because you put the wrong face on her!#girl is a gun's sister is literally the bravest person so far#i guess the police couldn't figure out that hey maybe we could make someone else infiltrate the mafia boss' circles and find out the truth#of what happened to our agent just when she was about to expose his scheme and he was also doubting her#at least her sister's got her covered#not that she's allowed to do much anyway but i'm getting ahead of myself#i can't believe we had to sit through a whole episode just so that the male lead could offer his wife a job as a nanny for his daughter#bestie even the current nanny can tell there are sparks flying#the lawyer bestie of the mc is now becoming my bestie as well bc she's breathing down conniving cousin's neck about her crimes#unfortunately conniving cousin has the mafia boss on speed dial#which really comes in handy when you need someone disposed of
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collection of my absolute favorite tags from this incredible post:
Candace and doofenshmirtz would be tumblr mutuals i think
#my personal take is that phineas would have a blog dedicated to advertising his latest invention so everyone can come check it out#and ferb would have a blog for the same purpose except he just silently reblogs all of phineas's posts with the occasional thumbs up emoji#candace constantly tries to show the posts to their mom and either#1) she goes “oh those boys and their imagination” because she thinks they're inviting their friends over for make-believe games#or 2) tumblr staff nukes their posts for promoting dangerous activities / self doxxing#“aren't you a little young to be inviting strangers to your house to *checks post* test the zoning law breaking DIY water slide you built?”#perry doesn't have a blog he just lurks on doof's to check up on his evil schemes#but his family runs an in-character pet blog where they put him in silly hats and make him say cute but wildly out of character things#somehow avoiding The Hat#and doof follows that blog because aww cute little harmless platapus#major monogram occasionally posts angsty vents about The Academy while every teen on the site begs him to get therapy instead#carl is a reddit infiltrator and everyone hates him. im sorry carl fans(???) but you actually cant debate me on this im right#OH AND LAWRENCE#HE ABSOLUTELY IS THE FATHER OF TUMBLR AND EVERYONE ADORES HIM#he posts about how much he loves his wife and kids in between rambles about his special interests (fossils dun dun dun)#i just know he's the babygirl of tumblr in his universe and candace probably hates it but secretly thinks its sweet that everyone loves him#he'll just go “ah candace look! ive received another 'note'! i do wish i could figure out how to write one back”#sorry i went off on a lawrence tangent i unironically love that man#SORRY ONE MORE I JUST THOUGHT OF I SWEAR IM DONE AFTER THIS#buford runs a baljeet hate blog and constantly receives anons begging him to just ask him out already#he hates it but is VERY CAREFUL to explain he isn't homophobic and actually belives that homophobia is an evil and unjust philosophy#that goes against the Bullies Code of Ethics or some shit#anyway when theyre in high school he finally makes a post like “yeah ok whatever we're dating now im still gonna bully him tho”#and tumblr loses their collective minds for like a week#this may be the most tags ive ever put on anything i am currently unmedicated and pnf was my entire childhood ok
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https://www.tumblr.com/qqueenofhades/743255237060689920/the-thing-that-confuses-me-about-the-dont-vote
The “don’t vote” left’s point is basically that, if Biden gets a second term, it’ll basically signal that “They’ll vote for us as long as we’re not Republicans, why don’t we do some REAL fucked up shit, if we can get away with it?” It takes the power out of the people’s hands and places it firmly in the party’s.
I can’t completely disagree with that, my caveat is that there’s no real alternative system or party in place, because top-down change is ineffective; a third party president has to contend with a two party congress.
Except no. This whole "Biden just wants to do as much fucked up shit as possible while not being a Republican, and if you give him a second term he'll do more fucked up shit deliberately to spite you" mindset is only possible as an interpretation if you a) deliberately and comprehensively ignore everything he has done to date, and b) you approach the situation with the maximum bad faith possible. Not to mention, the ultimate outcome of this Big Important Teaching Biden A Lesson is that Trump gets back into power and makes everything orders of magnitude worse, because he does in fact want to deliberately do evil shit to everyone and says so at every opportunity. There is not some magical happy alternative that springs into existence by not voting. If you choose this as a year to Teach Biden A Lesson, you are enabling Trump. Trump will be much, much worse. If you don't care about that, I still do not care what your Great Ideology is. You are not helping anyone and you are directly and irreversibly hurting everyone.
I made a post a few days ago wherein I mentioned that I want to assess Biden fairly, taking into account both strengths and weaknesses, but the rampant bad-faith, lying, misreading, misrepresentation, and open sabotage of him (especially by the online left; the GOP sometimes only wishes they were as good at turning Biden's voter pool against him) makes it really difficult to do that. My frustration with those people makes me just want to go "BIDEN IS GREAT THE END." I know he is a flawed old man (though by literally every account of a career spent in public service, he really does care about making the world a better place and any remotely good faith reading of his accomplishments thus far can see that). It is also very likely that he goes MORE left in a second term because he won't have to face the electorate again, he has always gone more left when pushed before, and he's not actually the scheming genocidal mastermind that leftist social media paints him as. Shocking, I know.
I know there are things in the world we don't like and don't want and want to stop, and therefore we blame our own president for not making it stop. But I have zero, no, none, absolutely none whatsoever sympathy for this pseudo-populist "WE NEED TO TEACH BIDEN A LESSON BY ELECTING TRUMP AGAIN, I AM VERY MORAL MUCH ACTIVIST" mindset. There's this funny thing about America wherein it is still (for now) a democracy. If Biden wins a second term, he can't run again. I would take literally anything these people said more seriously if they focused on developing their dream progressive successor for 2028 (and also figured out how to get that person elected and in a place to make real change) rather than cynically sabotaging Biden in the most consequential election year, again, of our lifetimes. If you don't like him now, find a way to make his successor a better option. Throwing a toddler tantrum and handing the country back to a senile, deranged, fascist, revenge-riddled, theocratic Trump HELPS. NOBODY. I still don't know how many times I'm going to have to say that, but yeah.
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A DPxDC soulmate au idea
So DCverse is a soulmate world (pick any soulmate way btw, words, touch, drawings on the skin, can't see color(s) until they see or touch them, etc etc)
DPverse doesn't.
Meaning Danny wasn't born with a soulmark BUT he gets one after becoming a halfa because he is now connected to the Infinite Realms.
SO its during another one of Vlad's schemes, he's popping into different worlds and stealing things or something like that (basically like that one ep where Danny chases Vlad through the timeline after he stole Frostbite's map)
During the chase they pop out into the DCverse in one of the hero cities (pick any, not picky on which) and their fight is getting a bit out of hand (Vlad's fault, he's using the stuff he's been stealing, and Danny is doing his best to getting innocent people from getting hurt)
ANYWAYS during the fight, one of the cities hero's come to try to help/find out whats going on when Danny is hit by Vlad and gets tossed at them. The moment they either touch or Danny/Soulmate says something to the other, Danny feels the odd mark on him burn up and is MEGA confused on whats going on but decides to do what he does best.
Ignore it for now. He'd figure it out later he still needs to stop Vlad.
He apologizes to the other hero and gets back into his fight, missing the look of complete smitten awe/shock said hero had on their face.
#danny phantom#crossover#danny fenton#dp x dc#blue rambles#danny phantom dc#writing ideas#random idea#dpxdc#Danny has no clue about soulmarks#His soulmate totally believed they'd never find theirs btw because their soulmark shows signs of death#thats why they're in shock and showing so much emotion#tbh I can see it being Superboy(Jon) if put them in the same age group#Mainly cause I want him to call up Damian and gush/whine over meeting his soulmate who apparently disappeared after the fight#which leads them trying to find a way to find him and discover the Infinite Realms when they connect Danny's hero name is Phantom#and they ask Deadman#BUT I am leaving it open for anyone to be Danny's soulmate#meanwhile Danny been feeling weird since he managed to get home and...#Tucker. Sam. Can you check the mark and-What do you mean his weird mark has changed?!
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As overwhelming of a situation Donnie has found himself in, he's also incredibly curious, because the truth of his origin is something he's always wondered about but never gotten an answer to. Because of that, he agrees to sit down and let his supposed Long Lost Family explain everything to him.
Mikey already has a whole presentation (that's not at all a bit biased and inaccurate) prepared and ready to go in the event that they would eventually find their Long Lost Brother, so Donnie is able to get everything explained to him pretty quickly. They also explain to him what yōkai are and about The Hidden City when they find out that he's been completely isolated from any of that his entire life.
And this gives Donnie quite a bit to think about, because how much about his past did Splinter know? He'd always been very cagey about both of their pasts. It's entirely possible that he was ignorant about Donnie's connection to Lou Jitsu, but he must've known about the secret yōkai-society all around them right? Donnie grew up so lonely and isolated because, being what he was, he couldn't just partake in human-society. But in The Hidden City he's... normal? It would've given him the opportunity to make friends, get an education, not have to hide from everyone. So why would Splinter keep him away from that life... unless he was trying to also keep him away from his family.
It's... uncomfortable to think about, to say the least. And with everything else crazy that has happened to him this day, Donnie isn't really in the correct headspace to unpack All Of That.
Anyway, Donnie is quickly distracted from his spiraling when Draxum compliments his tech and-
Donnie has officially been won over! New Parental Figure Aquired! ...Until Donnie learns a bit more about what exactly Draxum is scheming lol but we'll get there eventually :) For now Donnie is very excited to get to know his Long Lost Family!
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#Tiz Sep AU#tizel art#my art#digital art#tmnt#rottmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt au#rotttmnt separated au#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt draxum#rottmnt baron draxum
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