#but he vascillated

[short666bread]

post-argument, self-indulgent, wallow-y, catastrophic/vindictive self-harm fantasy, he’s so normal

[drowningparty]

YES YOU ARE MOONBEAM

[skrunksthatwunk]

whaling on my inner self just fucking beating it senseless screaming YOU WILL KEEP LIVING EVEN WHEN IT FEELS IMPOSSIBLE YOU WILL KEEP LIVING EVEN WHEN IT FEELS IMPOSSIBLE YOU WILL KEEP LIVING EVEN WHEN IT FEELS IMPOSSIBLE

[dollfairy]

for a while, because of how poorly she treated me/us, I felt a certain satisfaction in how much she clearly felt threatened by me and how insecure she was

but that smug superiority rings a little hollow when the bar is literally so low...am I better than someone who makes potentially life-altering false accusations and seems to have very little grasp on reality at this point? god I'd hope so

[mielmoto]

wriothesley's excitement when you tell him you'll show him all the different teapot realms 🥺 this mans needs some enrichment time OUTSIDE of his enclosure

[fairymousse]

St Trina is the best part of the DLC's story

Massive spoilers below cut for the whole DLC

I think that St Trina singlehandedly makes Miquella's story not only make sense, but as a natural conclusion to his character.

Miquella's first title was Miquella the Unalloyed. This obviously means purity and lack of compromise, which would be weird if he had been manipulative all along, and just so happened to have a kinder alter ego. So I think that Miquella and St Trina were in sync as helping the people outside of order (the Haligtree, the cut content Merchant stuff).

But, as Miquella began to plan to become a God, St Trina became more separate. As such, Miquella is usually referred to as Miquella the Kind, rather than the Unalloyed. This is also evident in how the presentation of St Trina varies. The Sword of St Trina reads that:

St. Trina is an enigmatic figure. Some say she is a comely young girl, others are sure he is a boy. The only certainty is that their appearance was as sudden as their disappearance.

In the DLC, Trina is explicitly depicted as feminine, suggesting a split similar to Marika/Radagon. And Miquella discards Trina, with the two crosses associated with her being his doubts and vascilations, but also his love.

Obviously, Miquella has at this point done some horrible stuff that would encourage doubt. There's Mohg, and more explicitly Radahn. That Sword of St Trina I mentioned earlier? You find it in Caelid. There must have been some faith for her there, so she would be seeing the horrors of war and the rot. Then there's more general stuff. Will Miquella be any different from Marika? Will he be able to do good at all? This is not what you want if you need to commit to the path.

So Miquella abandons his doubts and his compassion, and this is his fatal flaw. Miquella is no longer able to change his mind about whether the vow that, (as @drenched-in-sunlight pointed out in their post on the Prattling Pate), could have been incredibly flimsy, and never intended to be honoured. He is no longer able to consider if his age of compassion is even wanted. He is no longer able to even consider Mohg. All of this, is incredibly unlike the original Miquella. A defining feature of Miquella is how he abandoned Fundamentalism, because it couldn't help Malenia. Miquella without his compassion and his doubts, isn't really Miquella.

Miquella the Kind is an ideal. St Trina is the genuine heart, who has been forsaken.

Edit : Here is my follow up post to this.

[girls--complex]

Cringetober 5 is gijinka, and I also throughuew in a cringe meme.

Note that all cars are religious zealots because-- as it is known-- combustion = prayer (rememberance of Apokatastasis) and the ones that have batteries are chanting in angelic language all the time (sounds like ulululululu) That's why he has a veil of prayer and a mark upon his brow, he also is wounded and filthy because he works relentlessly every day to bring pizzas to the undeserving. I call him Anand and see him as a Karm yogi but IDK. My last car named herself the Queen of Diamonds, was a little crazy and vascillated between polytheistic Mahayana Buddhism and a kind of arcane medieval catholicism that was equally concerned with method, images & archetypes, & sacred feminine, but she went bac 2 the wheel of time because her oil delivery system broke

[corvus-frugilegus]

Spite Meta! Riffing a bit on a solid post from @antivancathedral and some thoughts i've been stewing on about spirits and demons for a hot minute here.

I've been chewing on this line from Morrigan towards the end of regrets of the dread wolf for a while now:

"But like any spirit when ANGERED or twisted against her purpose, a more violent aspect arose." (emphasis on angered mine)

This is the line for me that really cinches the idea that Spite isn't a demon. And reinforces that spirit-demon seems like it's maybe a false dichotomy. Sure some spirits get stuck at an extreme, but vascilation along a scale of emotion feels normal right? Like Wisdom and Pride can't strictly exist in isolation they go hand in hand and aren't necessarily always in conflict either. So while spirits in the Dragon Age universe tend to focus on a single facet of human emotion it's also true that they're a reflection of the mortal world and we know that spirits struggle with the idea of the world as a static entity- So why would their very natures be fixed?

There are a few things that support this fluidity to the nature of spirits that we see throughout the series.

Mythal and Solas both in some ways vascilate between their two aspects. We see in conversation with the fragment of Mythal that she manages to hold the duality of both benevolence and retribution. Even as a fragment she carries both. We see this in Solas too, he's wisdom twisted by pride but even as he misses the big picture on things he's close to it's true he simultaneously shows wisdom in how he speaks and acts and the thoughts he shares. This is perhaps more good natured in inquisition, especially so in a Lavellan romance, but even in veilguard his cunning and trickery relies on wisdom too- he knows when to be subtle and when to push. He too is simultaneously embodying both ends of a spectrum.

So coming back to the Morrigan quote above: Angered is a really key word here. It's easy to focus on twisted beyond their purpose, and I think that's what we see most often in the series. The back against the wall possession of mages and this extreme depth of feeling / extremity of circumstance that forces a spirit to stay within a more violent aspect of its nature. It's also true that most of the examples of possession we see and the way demons are framed earlier in the series is that malicious spirits are always lying in wait to take hold of the mortals to exit the fade (in light of the elf knowledge this feels much sadder actually, especially given the camaraderie we see between spite and manfred). This is largely the Chantry line. The examples of "good" natured spirits and spirit possession we do have feel much closer to the version of Spite we see in veilguard (if less inclined towards stabbing- arguably this is the influence of Lucanis).

So angered is what I keep coming back to with Spite. Is Spite a permanent state of being- the totality of Spite's being? Or has both Spite and Lucanis's experiences pushed Spite into fight or flight. (let's be real it's fight Spite loves a knife). This really tracks with Spite's role in the narrative too- Spite is an allegory for Lucanis's trauma, and like all spirits a reflection of the world, in this particular case Lucanis's mental state.

Anger is a protective emotion. Anger is something we tend to feel in repsonse to a violation or an injustice. Both Lucanis and Spite have SO MUCH TO BE ANGRY ABOUT. It's through the violation and injustice Spite and Lucanis have experienced that Spite's nature has shifted in the way it has. Spite is the determination to survive. Spite is what carries both of them through the Ossuary. Spite is what keeps them "safe" (heavy on the quotation marks here) when Zara and her lackeys are doing everything in their power to break them. Spite is Lucanis trying to protect himself. Spite is this spirit of Determination trying to protect itself.

At Spite's core the facet of the human experience it reflects is Determination. Anger pushes it to something more intense, but Spite has never actually shifted away from its original purpose. And, in a route where Rook completes Inner Demons, as Lucanis heals and begins finding peace, It feels like Spite does too. Given time I suspect Spite will find its way back to determination.

This is probably a whole separate post and deep dive but Spite's role as an allegory for Lucanis's trauma is really important here too. Lucanis has lived through so much and kept going anways, even before the Ossuary. He carries all of these deep wounds and bottles up his emotions so tightly, and I suspect there is so much anger in him deep down from all the hurt and abuse he's endured. Knowing Lucanis it's probably anger he's afraid of. And Spite reflects these feelings too (here as a narrative device more than in a literal sense), Spite reflects the things inside Lucanis that he tries his best to avoid acknowledging. Spite forces him to confront this, forces him to confront the Dellamorte family dynamics. And again, as Lucanis starts to heal and move forward, we see a shift in his relationship with Spite too- because what's also happening is a shift in his relationship with himself. He's accepting the ugly parts of himself and starting to address his problems. As as result Spite itself seems calmer and more agreeable.

Spite was never a demon, Spite is Lucanis protecting himself and we only think of Spite as a demon because Lucanis does. Because that's how Lucanis sees himself.

Spite is a benevolent spirit simply responding to its environment.

There's so much more to this too! Spite's nature is so interesting and there's so much in the lore that I think really solidly supports that 1. Spirits and demons aren't that cut and dry and 2. Spite falls more into a benevolant nature than a malicious one.

[leoneliterary]

On one hand, my MC is kind, calm, gentle, and they always turn to charm and words before weapons— they avoid violence if they can. Has a well-known (exploited) soft spot for children, and extremely loyal to their friends and clan.

On the other hand, they also robbed guests at the King's party, didn't hesitate to remind the fight ring leader the consequences of crossing the gang, choked Youri themself instead of foisting the job on to someone else because his crimes were too vile not to take care of themself to make sure the job was done, called the powerful religious group a bunch of scammers to the King's face unapologetically, buried an arrow in a nobleman's throat for the crime of hurting their friend AND unflinchingly desecrated said nobleman's corpse to make it seem like an animal attack, before proceeded to kill a gigantic monster and came back with its head as a trophy.

I love the man's duality <3 Merikh thought he was dealing with the sanest, smartest and nicest of the gang, then realized nope, the whole gang is composed of a bunch of lunatics with MC being the most dangerous of them all.

Wow looking at the synopsis of events really does pt things into perspective.

Merikh is constantly vascilating between, "I picked the right person, this is great" and "Oh, no. Mistake. MISTAKE."

[fleet-off]

So how about Vegas' Pete fixation and his obsession with the mundane. Has he swooned at Pete tying his shoelaces yet? Has he insisted on watching Pete brush his teeth? Has he followed Pete around while Pete's watering the plants, like a weirdo?

Can Vegas be in the room during Pete’s medical appointments can Vegas taste Pete’s sweat after a meal can Vegas put his fingers under Pete’s nostrils while he’s sleeping to feel him snore how would Pete react if Vegas injected saline under his skin—

Thank you for the lovely question, Immy, you know this is a favorite topic of mine. 😅

I just think there’s a pervading amazement with the physical reality of having a Pete in the house and everything that comes with him. And sometimes, because it’s Vegas, that comes out in ways that are invasive and probably too much (not that Pete minds).

So for instance, sometimes Pete grabs his bath towel and Vegas says, “I’ll join you”—only he doesn’t mean sharing the shower, he just wants to sit back against the bathroom counter and watch Pete bathe as the steam thickens the air and makes a gentle labor of breathing. You know?

More broadly, Vegas very much enjoys watching Pete wash up and brush his teeth and shave and do all sorts of little hygiene things. Pete has multiple times found him leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, arms crossed to feign nonchalance, unblinking eyes bright and edged with fascination.

(Pete would not say that Vegas follows him around like a cat, but only because Vegas would sulk if he did.)

At some point—to Vegas’s delight and Macau’s dismay—Pete stops locking the bathroom door altogether.

Many such cases, especially in the early months. Vegas has an uncanny sense of what Pete’s doing in the next room, based purely on the little grunts and hums he makes as he goes about his day. Vegas hates Pete's cheap instant coffee but he fucking loves to watch him drink it, will stroke his throat to feel him swallow. Vegas sends Pete photos shot from a distance sometimes, specifically so he can watch the motion Pete’s fingers do when he zooms in on a picture on his phone. (Sometimes he takes Pete’s hand in his and imagines how his fingers look under the skin.)

Pete vascillates between feeling bemused, flattered, and slightly flustered about all this. There is something in satiating Vegas’s desires just by dint of existing in his presence. Pete’s only ever been worth what he’s capable of doing--never simply what he is and how he’s known.

[rwbyvein]

Double Rainbow: Beholden

Jaune: I believe in treating Faunus equally.

Blake: You have Ilia in a leash.

Yang: Like, literally.

Jaune: What I do in my own home is my business.

Blake: Even if it's treating a woman like an animal?

Ilia: *skins flushes red as her spots turn pink*

Blake: That's discrimination!

Jaune: If I had a Human girlfriend, I would treat her the same. That is, assuming...

Yang: Assuming what?

Jaune: She was as kinky as ilia.

Blake: *offended*

Yang: *vascilates between offended, curious, and aroused*

Jaune: Alright, if we're going to talk about this, the porch probably isn't the best place.

Jaune: *steps aside and gestures for them to come in*

* * *

Jaune: *sitting on the couch with Ilia curled up beside him as he pets her*

Bumblebee: *sitting on the love seat opposite them*

Blake: Do you HAVE to do that?

Jaune: I'd offer you tea, but you seem like you want to yell, so...

Yang: So, you?..

Ilia: *sits up enough to look Yang in the eyes*

Ilia: Do you know how warm and enthralling his hugs are?

Blake: Is that really?..

Yang: I have been wondering. He looks like a good hugger.

Jaune: I have a LOT of sisters. Being good at hugging is not just essential, it's mandatory.

Blake: *looks at Yang, who's eagerly looking at Jaune*

Blake: I'm not saying you can't hug him.

Ilia: Then what ARE you saying?

Blake: I'm just a little pissed off right now. We can hug later.

Yang: I'll hold you to that.

Blake: . . .

Blake: I... I wasn't...

Ilia: Not saying you just lied to your wife, are you?

Blake: *irate silence*

Ilia: *sighs and sits up fully*

Ilia: Look. I'm happy.

Blake: *glare*

Ilia: Really happy. More happy than I have ever been in my life.

Blake: And... that comes with a leash?

Yang: And not-heavy petting?

Ilia: His opinion of me means more than the entire rest of my life.

Blake: *angry glare*

Ilia: We were in the White Fang?

Blake: . . .

Ilia: It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Blake: . . .

Ilia: You got out, I didn't. You made the right decision, I made the wrong one.

Blake: I only got out when I realized how much of a monster Adam was.

Ilia: I saw the same things, and didn't.

Blake: . . .

ilia: I was an assassin. You were a nepo-baby.

Blake: I was!..

Ilia: The daughter of the founders of the White Fang.

Blake: I was a...

Ilia: I loved you.

. . .

Ilia: You didn't have to do the dirty work that the White Fang needed. I did.

. . .

ilia: You were right, I was wrong. I had to find a way to be right?

Blake: And that was Jaune?

Yang: And that was being on Jaune's leash?

Ilia: What do you want me to say? You didn't call before coming over.

Yang: Yeah, we kind of did that, didn't we?

Blake: You're not justifying this, are you?

Yang: *thinking dirty thoughts*

Yang: Justifying?..

Ilia" We have no reason to justify this.

Blake: *shocked look*

Yang: *proud of the courage that took*

Ilia: Is he abusing me? No.

Blake: But?..

Ilia: Not even psychologically. He's been nothing but supportive. Even when I was distant. Even when I completely failed socially. Life is simpler this way.

Blake: . . .

Ilia: I had no idea how to live my life.

Blake: And Jaune does?

Ilia: Does he?

Jaune: *nervously looks away*

Ilia: Even if he doesn't for himself, he does for me. Once I figured that out, I found one for him.

Blake: *looks at Yang, seeing her look of longing*

Yang: Truth. Kinda jealous.

Blake: You want Jaune to give you a reason to live?

Yang: . . .

Blake: Yang?

Yang: I pleac the fifth of tits.

Yang: *leans towards Blake, giving her a great look down her cleavage*

Blake: *stares*

Blake: *shakes her head*

Blake: Your tits won't spare you this time.

Blake: *looks at Ilia:*

Blake: Besides, I'm sure Ilia wouldn't...

Ilia: I wouldn't be sure.

Blake: *stunned*

Ilia: I am content. More content than I have ever been. So content that I know Jaune will always be there for me. He will always have room in his heart for me. In his bed. In his head. In his arms.

Blake: Even if there's another woman.

Ilia: Yes, well, his arms are really big, and I'm as tiny as the ice queen.

Yang: *snickering*

Ilia: Even with Yang's tits, he'd still have room for me, and rest of your team.

Yang: And... the bed?

Ilia: It really depends on how much cuddling you are prepared for.

Blake: . . .

Yang: And?..

Ilia: Before Jaune, I've never been attracted to men.

Yang: And now?

Ilia: Only Jaune - and women.

Blake: And... Jaune?

Jaune: She's cute and sexy. She'll do anything I want in bed.

Blake (incensed): And?! That's it?

Jaune: Even if I just want to cuddle.

Blake: *confused*

Jaune: She supports me in anything I do. Even if I want to go home and crash. If I'm feeling down long enough to be...

Jaune: *looks at Yang*

Yang: Depressed?

Jaune: She knows when to step in. When to lift me up.

Blake: *looks at Ilia*

Blake: And... you're happy with this?

Ilia: I'm literally defending him putting me in a leash. Honestly, it was my idea.

Yang: Really into it?

Ilia: At first, I thought it would make him happy. You know?. housewife play.

Yang: And?

Ilia: He liked it. *pause* I liked it more. In all honesty, it made me feel?..

Blake: *eager trepidation*

Yang: *earnest eagerness*

Ilia: Like it was a promise, that he would take care of me for the rest of his life.

Yang: *points to her left ring finger*

Yang: Or. You know? Put a ring on it?

Ilia: *dismissive look*

Ilia: Neither of us are fond of the government.

Yang: Still. Giant diamond?

Ilia: *no response*

Yang: in case you need quick Lien.

Ilia: *dismissive utterance*

Ilia: *rolls her eyes*

Ilia: I was an assassin. Like I don't know how to make quick cash.

Yang: . . .

Ilia: Not by killing people?

Blake: Robbing is also not that...

Ilia: Would you really be upset if I stole from the Schnee Dust Company?

Blake: *thinking*

Blake: I am much closer to Weiss.

Ilia: I am... acquainted... with much worse individuals.

Yang: Wouldn't they, you know?.. retaliate.

Ilia: I know how to take enough for them to not risk coming after an assassin. Especially not one who lives with one of the most powerful Huntsmen on Remnant.

Blake: Wouldn't they retaliate against him?

Ilia: They think I'm just doing this as part of a cover.

Blake: Why would they think that?

Ilia: I told them. It was an obvious lie, but it's amazing how many obvious signs people are willing to ignore to prove what they want to be true. As far as they know, I still have my - extensive - contacts.

Yang (sarcastically): Like the White Fang?

Ilia: Ghira was in the White Fang.

Blake: Was.

Ilia: As far as they know, it was just an internal conflict. A cleaning of the house. The rightful mob boss taking out the young upstart. Very conspicuously.

Blake: But.

Yang: Like she said, it's what they want to believe.

Ilia: This also protects him. As everyone thinks he has a bunch of assassins and sleeper cells ready to jump in a moment's notice.

Blake: Why? How?

Ilia: How did the White Fang do what they did?

Yang: They kind of had help.

Ilia: Most people don't know that, or care. As far as they are concerned, the White Fang was the one that did it.

Blake: And. Everyone else was helping them?

Ilia: Now she's getting it. You were always so naïve. I cannot believe how much I loved you. It seems... so distant... like a horny child. I loved the idea of you. So much that I couldn't see the real you.

Yang: So, that's my...

Ilia: Jaune has never run out on me.

. . .

Ilia: Truthfully, he knows I will always find him.

Yang: He doesn't seem to hard done by it.

Ilia: Maybe it's because I let him to EVERYTHING he wants.

Blake: *nervous*

Yang: *eager*

Jaune: Including being fine with things I don't want to do.

Yang: Like what?

Jaune: Anal.

Yang: Not every guy wants to take it.

Jaune: Or give it.

Yang: Yo? What?

Jaune: *leans back in the couch*

Jaune: It's not something I need to justify. And she's never wanted me to. It also doesn't hurt that she's probably suck me off in front of you, if I wanted.

Blake: *nervous*

Yang: *eager*

Ilia: Morals... have never been... my strong suit.

Yang: So, you just let Jaune decide for you?

Ilia: Yes.

Yang: What, seriously?

Ilia: We don't need you to understand every aspect of our relationship. Or approve of it.

. . .

Yang: What do you want?

Jaune: For you to call before you come over.

Ilia: Or try to ignore the collar and leash.

Blake: . . .

Yang: And if I don't ignore, and instead am kind of jealous?

Ilia: Agree to do what Jaune tells you, and he can collar you, too.

Blake: *shocked*

Yang: *envious*

Yang: *nervously looks around*

Yang: *nervously sits back*

Ilia: *looks at Jaune's crotch before looking back at Yang*

Ilia: He's kind of... eager. Would you mind?

Yang: Go ahead.

Blake: YANG!

[7outerelements]

Castlevania Nocturne exceeded my expectations. I wish it was given an extra ten episodes to give its subplots room to breathe.

Olrox/Mizrak needed to spend more time together not being sad

Maria and Juste needed to spend more time together healing each other's respective wounds

Annette and Richter needed to talk about more than their trauma, and Annette needed to spend less time staring nervously at ghosts

Alucard needed to talk more about his isolation and show how the cast pulls him out of it

Drolta did what she needed to do but she deserved more screen time in general

Tera mostly confused me and needed time to explain her vascillating cruelty and despair

Emmanuel needed to feel like he wasn't a relic of the previous season, drifting without purpose

Edouard didn't need anything else, but because the night creature army was kind of useless, he never felt like he had enough impact on the story. There were, like, 20 of the fuckers. Not exactly an army. Isaac could pound out 20 night creatures in an hour even if he was blind drunk. Erzabet menaced Paris with an army smaller than the packs of monsters that ripped at Gresit like a wolf at a deer's ass. It's laughable. Emmanuel was such a shitty forge master.

[mermaidinthecity]

What keeps you up at night?

It’s a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now it’s irreversible. The flame has caught. You’re wide awake.

Maybe it’s that one urgent question you meant to ask someone years ago but didn’t. Someone that slipped through the cracks in your history, and they’re too far gone now anyway. All the ghost ships that have sailed and sailed away, but at this hour, they’re anchored in your harbor. They sit with flags waving, bright and beautiful. And it’s almost like it’s real.

Sometimes sleep is as evasive as happiness. Isn’t it mystifying how quickly we vascillate between self love and loathing at this hour? One moment, your life looks like a night sky of gleaming stars. The next, the fog has descended. Suddenly you’re in the town you left behind all those years ago. The trees of your youth with the phantom memory echoes of your belly laughter, and the rope indentations of your old tire swing still on the branch. All the phone numbers you still know by heart but never call anymore. The boy’s devastated face as he peeled out of your driveway. The family man he is now.

What must they all think of you.

Why can’t you sleep? Maybe you lie awake in the aftershock of falling headlong into a connection that feels like some surreal cataclysmic event. Like spontaneous combustion, or seeing snow falling on a tropical beach. A lavender haze crush that feels like the crash of a wave.

Or was tonight the night you realized how solitary, how alone you really are, no matter how high you climb. The elevation just makes it colder.

Some midnights, you’re out and you’re buzzing with electric current – an adventurer in pursuit of a rapturous thrill. Music blaring from speakers and the reckless intimacy of dancing with strangers. Something in this shadowy room to make you feel shiny again. On these nights, you know that there are facets of you that only glow in the dark.

Why are you still up at this hour? Because you’re cosplaying vengeance fantasies, where the bad bad man is hauled away in handcuffs and you get to watch it happen. You laugh into the mirror with a red wine snarl. You look positively deranged.

Maybe you were trying to mastermind matters of the heart again. You’ve gotten lost in the labyrinth of your head, where the fear wraps its claws around the fragile throat of true love. Will you be able to save it in time? Save it from who? Well, it’s obvious. From you.

We lie awake in love and in fear and in turmoil and in tears. We stare at the walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t – right this minute – about to make some fateful life-altering mistake. This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve…we’ll meet ourselves.

See you there. Midnight sharp.

Taylor

— Taylor Swift, Midnights (2022)

[ripplestitchskein]

I keep rearranging the scenes in my head to see where they could potentially fit. One way is the scenes where Stolas appears mad and like he’s sarcastically reacting to Blitz in the garden with the robe could be at the beginning of Full Moon. The reason I didn’t immediately put it there is it doesn’t jive with the context of Stolas’s song and the issues we’ve seen in Look My Way. It would be very emotional whiplash if he was being snarky or rude to Blitzø about Blitz’s seeming indifference only to sing about what a monster he is for trapping him in a transactional deal, ya know? But there is also a part of me where it could make sense as another potential misunderstanding. That scene also doesn’t fit after Full Moon for me because that seems to be sad boy hours all around and I don’t see Blitzø going back to Stolas after the crystal confrontation and Stolas being in anyway not happy about it?

Stolas is unmedicated it appears, he’s run out of his pills so he’s all over the place. Been there buddy. He could be vascillating between hurt that Blitzo doesn’t appear to care about him and guilt for “trapping” him. He still appears to be injured as well so there may be an element of anger that Blitzo just comes by for the book. He sarcastically agrees to renew thier Full Moon deal, maybe gets sloshed and then later wakes up sick and feels bad about it leading to his part of the duet and freaking out about giving Blitzo the crystal.

Meanwhile Blitz picked up on none of those cues, just like Stolas didn’t pick up on Blitz’s at Ozzie’s and is honestly and genuinely giddy and excited about their upcoming rendezvous, making pancakes and singing and ignoring the complicated in favor of the sexy. Dumping his work on Moxxie, dressing up, going to Fizz for something special. Meanwhile Stolas is having a manic episode about it. Hiding in the fridge, hiding in his blankets, etc.

Stolas is so overwrought he doesn’t fulfill his Full Moon duties. He gets called in by the Ars Goetia, and that’s where the disgrace line comes in from the Paimonesque figure. I could see Vassago comforting him perhaps, being a shoulder to lean on and Blitzø showing up all dressed up with his candle and then they have their confrontation about the state of their relationship. Or the other way, Stolas and Blitz have it out and that confrontation is witnessed by someone and that Stolas used his grimoire for that purpose and the Disgrace line is after and sets up Stolas’s fall from grace for the rest of the season.

My fanfic actually follows a similar trajectory but different situation so I’m not sure if I’m putting the pieces together in this way because of that preconception or not.

[squeeb100]

scrubbed through the totk trailer on 0.25x speed and here are things that intrigue me

Skydiving past a big ol' building - dungeon???

What's goin' on in Hateno village? My first thought is 'rocket/firework launchers' but who can say

Settlement building up in castle town ruins? Or did we set up camp with our friends?

TUBES EVERYWHERE BY GOD WHAT ARE THEY FOR? (my guess is for getting up in the sky). Also the return of zonai green swirlies

Thunderhead

what's this emerging from the sand? Dungeon? Arbiter's grounds? I will be throwing out some wild guesses today

DEMISE!?

dungeon?

i like how he gets in the bubble not much else to say

my screenshot is ass but link seems to be wearing some kind of red flight suit here

BOAT??? In SKY???

My guess is that this is early game link being taken somewhere for mechanics reasons but idk. Also he vascillates between his champion's tunic and his new outfit throughout the trailer which is interesting.

THEY ARE HERE we'd seen them from artbook but here they are. Who? Idfk

Please epona please epona please epona

Note the dungeon-like area and also the horrifying construct boss emerging from the wall

Time travel confirmed?

In the vein of time travel....master sword whole and in its pedestal, and the hand that eventually reaches for it looks like link's but is not greenie

Their chest is a face to me

Zelda sheikah tear or ???

"I fused a shield to my sword!" Can i put a mushroom on the shield if it's already on the sword

Idk what this is but i enjoy it and hope it can LAUNCH me

Again not really sure what's going on here but by god is he rolling and exploding

maybe the real playable zelda is the friends we made along the way

New rito friend but ALSO lots going on in the background here. Towers and boats

Finally. Crush Him.

Rocket launcher

rave machine

UHHHHHHHHHHH does this live in the thunderhead or is it a boss or what

a TEAR OF THE KINGDOM?

that right arm of yours ashitaka

MORE COMING in rbs, 30 image limit on tumblr

[stellarred]

ONE MORE TIME, PLEASE

In STP S2's Monsters episode, I thought it was Bashir that Picard was in the therapy session with.

Surprise! It wasn't Alexander Siddig (?), but actor James Callas of Battlestar Galactica fame.

Anyways, I looked him up, and in his filmography on different websites and in Memory Alpha Star Trek, his credit is not Julian Bashir, but Maurice Picard/ "illusory" psychiatrist!

This then raises the question again, Was it actually Q disguised and playing the psychiatrist? 😳

If Q was involved, either actively or passively, it's either one of two choices:

A. It WAS Q because he was trying to help Picard figure out that his father wasn't a monster, thus guiding Picard to * suddenly* realize that Q wasn't one either and that Picard should "know" Q (love him). And that by the psychiatrist literally handing him the Sun model and drawing, it reminded Picard of something he loves, which is Q.

Picard said that the therapy session was antagonistic. Sounds like a certain desperate and in love omnipotent entity scrambling to help his beloved capitaine confront and overcome long-standing CPTSD, so that he could open his heart to love before said entity died. Q was literally running out of time before his death. He would've HAD more time if the writers hadn't been farting around so much with all of the other characters' dramas. But, I digress.

The psychiatrist practically needles Picard throughout the therapy session about him being closed off from his heart and slams his decision to engage in a suicide mission just so that he didn't have to face his feelings. Sounds like Q is trying to save Picard AGAIN! This "psychiatrist" was really pushing pushing Picard during the therapy session.

It makes me think of what JDL had said about Q in Season 2:

"The intentions (towards Picard) are the same. I'm still Picard's main squeeze. And I'm pushing."

Or...

B. Picard's own mind came up with this psychiatrist because he desperately wants to heal, not hide away his feelings.

Therefore, if Picard's own mind is being so emotional about hiding AND inserting Q's Sun representation twice, which then makes Picard wake up and tell Talinn all that Qcard stuff about the lesson being about *knowing* him, then Picard is internally struggling to overcome his resistance towards his feelings--of love--for Q. 😭😭😭

When I first watched this episode, I couldn't figure out why Bashir was the mysterious psychiatrist because he kept vascillating between mocking and deriding Picard's call to duty, and then showing deep concern that had an almost personal pain to it for Picard's closed off heart.

Siddig and Callis do look practically alike.

But for this Qcard lover, knowing that it's definitely not Bashir changes that whole episode for me.