#damn this is LONG

[plague-karm]

Right time to analyse this shit because god dammit I have been silently making theories about this show the second I saw the premise I’m about to become the most annoying person on the planet on god so LETS GOOOOOOO-

First things first the animation looks fucking phenomenal (let Kevin Temmer cook, that man can do no wrong). Also Caine the guy ever, he is the silly and I love him wholeheartedly, he’s just a fucked up little guy who’s living his best life fr.

And also NEW CHARACTER HELLO.

They do be circling though.

THE SILLIES ARE HERE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉

Smiling Gangle spotted ten seconds before disaster, no thoughts head empty indeed.

ALSO I WASN’T EXPECTING STUFF OUTSIDE THE CIRCUS BUT IT’S A WELCOME SURPRISE WHOA

They have come to steal your credit card information.

The thoughts I had of Ragatha being the lone brain cell keeping everything together were completely correct I CALLED IT- (it has been said by Gooseworx that she has been there the second longest so she’s probably gotten used to the zaniness by now…maybe)

A door that leads to a void?

Maybe it has something to do with this room in the teaser trailer? Possibly.

Tumblr sexyman spotted.

''If there was a way to leave I'm sure we'd have all left by now''

They're ✨suffering✨

This caught me off guard when I first saw it lmao (holy FUCK I love Zooble's design, they're everything to me).

''Welcome to your new home...AND your new body...''

So they're aware that they were human before they entered the circus? That's interesting considering what happens in a few seconds (I'll get to that soon). It's also worth mentioning that Gooseworx has stated that their clothes ARE a part of their bodies.

Case in point...

At the end of the character introduction compilation Gooseworx posted to their YouTube channel Pomni is heard saying something along the lines of

''How do I...take this...headset off?!''

I saw a few people theorizing about her talking about a VR headset and that was how she entered the circus to begin with (I had the same thoughts until very recently). However, considering how much of the visuals and character designs are based on old media (also a teaser image was set up as the menu screen for a retro game), I'm beginning to think that this isn't the case.

So it's incredibly likely that Pomni is actually talking about her jester headpiece since she can't take it off.

This scene is probably the first time Pomni sees her new body, pinwheel eyes and all.

''I'm fine with whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people''

I love him he's so unbothered.

I'm sad that we didn't get to hear any dialogue from them but I can't wait to see them in the pilot! Kinger is love, Kinger is life.

''After a while you start to realise that you really can't leave, and constantly chasing an unattainable goal will start driving you a little crazy''

She's a little fucked up actually wow who saw that coming.

It sounds like Ragatha tried to leave a few times and just resigned to her fate after a while, her description DID say that she was the ''sweetest little optimist in the digital circus'', so maybe she's told the others that escaping is impossible and that they should make the best of their situation instead? (Also the framed picture of the right looks like some kind of void, a lot of void imagery here).

Also, Gooseworx released this image a short while ago and it has the same background that Ragatha had while she was talking so she's DEFINITELY talking to Pomni here.

''OH GOD! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER MY NAME?!''

EXCUSE ME? Okay time for some more speculation. I knew that their names definitely weren't their real ones but I wasn't expecting them to forget them!

Now, since the premise is said to be centred around Pomni and the others getting messed with by AI and their traumas, maybe instead of forgetting what their names were, they actually REPRESSED their memories from when they were human due to the trauma they went through? (Which would include their names)

I don't buy that they've COMPLETELY forgotten who they were (Zooble is aware that the body they're in isn't the one they used to have so I'm guessing everyone else knows that too.)

I'm guessing that their human lives absolutely SUCKED and they've now repressed their trauma to the point where they can barely remember who they were in the human world, this is just speculation.

''Thank goodness this is all a dream, right Pomni?''

What a sassy little guy (it's so weird hearing Michael Kovach sound so reserved, he's normally feral as hell playing these kinds of characters). The little mannequin symbol on the door is probably there for when new people stumble into the circus.

She's definitely seen some shit, I wonder what it could be though?

OH MY GOD THERE'S MORE OF THEM 😭

Wow this background looks...oddly normal. The only thing I can think of this being is Pomni witnessing a flashback of her human life before she showed up in the circus.

''You completely lose sight of who you are and why you're even alive and when you reach your breaking point something REALLY terrible can happen''

OH? Okay speculation time again. This is the closest hint we've gotten to what exactly one of the gang's traumas could be. Ragatha may have forced herself to stay positive in really shitty situations during her human life which likely lead to a lot of negative thoughts which eventually lead to her doing...something, I'm not sure what though, maybe it lead to her losing an eye? (Maybe her new body represents that?) I'm not sure. Maybe this is why she's been in the circus for as long as she has, instead of dealing with her feelings and existentialism, she instead continues to try to be someone who's more adjusted than they actually are.

Again, this is all just speculation, maybe it's just an Infinity Train type of thing where they can't leave until they learn to accept what they went through and how to work through it healthily idk.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Well, I'll tell you what I think it is.

I think it's this weird tar like tentacle thing from the teaser trailer, I don't see what else it could be.

And I'm 90% sure that whatever it is, it's connected to this room, and I think that THIS is gonna be where we'll be seeing what the gangs traumas are (Ragatha looked TERRIFIED when she was grabbed so if this was the case I wouldn't be surprised). I'd also like to speculate that this could possibly be another AI. There's Caine, Bubble, and whatever the hell those little shape creatures are, so it's very likely that other AI does exist, we just haven't seen them yet.

But who knows? I'm probably looking too much into it.

Woah new background, he is angy.

I would go into another theory I have about how their designs may hint at what trauma they have but I've spent over an hour writing, compiling trailer screenshots, and speculating every individual frame while suffering with chest pains I wanna go to bed

Holy shit that took WAY longer than I thought it would. I cannot WAIT to watch the pilot, this show has become one of my most anticipated projects of the year over the last few months and I can't wait to see what it has in store.

TL;DR: The trailer looks fire 10/10 can't wait for the inevitable Pomni plushes.

[rorichuu]

hii can I get a support class where the reader is mad and they accidentally hit them and then they cry cause they regret it :((((

SHARPER THAN WORDS.

pairing: support class x gn!reader

authors note: ooh, yes okay, I love this—I love a little angst... thank you for sending this in, friend! :) + READ DISCLAIMER!!!

disclaimer: death is mentioned in Sniper's and deeply exaggerated for the drama (aka life is more precious)... Medic's is the only romantic one, I feel like it fits better with the dynamic I was going for :((( I hope this clears up the confusion!! enjoy!!

MEDIC:

Medic's absence was hard to ignore, stuck in his operation room, experimenting on god knows what... spending night after night without him until the ungodly hour he finally rested. You sat in the rec room, bouncing your foot as your thoughts raced. Impatient, you let out a frustrated groan, launching yourself from your chair and walking towards his office. Your hand slowly opened his door, the creaking not evident enough to Medic. You frowned and leaned against the doorframe. "Hey, hon?" He let out a small hum, back slouched at his desk as he wrote continuously on sheets of paper. Assumably, his experimentations. "Gonna come to bed soon?" You asked, walking over to him with your hand on his shoulder. Medic dismissed you as he walked over to his operating table, continuing his work on the cadaver. You clenched your jaw and crossed your arms, visually upset now.

"Medic." Your voice was low and poisonous, he felt your tone run through him alarmingly. Medic turned his head, eyes observing your figure.

"Ja, Liebling?" (Yes, darling?) His eyebrows furrowed now, his hands now extracted from the body. "What is wrong, z'vy are you out of bed?" Not understanding why you were so upset, he waited till you gave him a response. You let in a sharp inhale.

"I haven't seen or talked to you in days. God forbid, weeks!" Your voice raised and hands flew out, clearly upset. Medic shook his head, continuing.

"Schatz, (Sweetheart/treasure.) you're being a bit dramatic," he said, upset his work was being interrupted. "Please, go to sleep. Es ist spät." (It is late.) He mumbled. Your head tilted to the side, offended of his tone.

"Pardon?" You squint your eyes, slowly advancing to where he was standing. Your hand was planted on the steel, medical bed, the other balanced on your hip. Medic sighed deeply.

"I can't talk right now, you know this," he glanced at you momentarily. "Work is work, it’s a responsibility." This was your final straw. Your lips formed a thin line, head pounding with a newfound anger... you were absolutely pissed.

Forcefully, you pushed your shoulder against his, his medical tools clashing against the metal as you stomped off. Though you couldn't see it, Medic stumbled on his feet and looked back at you as you walked away.

"Don't bother."

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The night rolled by at an excruciating pace as you sat on the edge of your shared bed. The light of the lamp dim as it shadowed your face. Sleep avoided you like a sickness as you held your hands on your eyes. Tears rolled down your face, guilt washing over you as you left that argument on repeat in your mind. Though it twisted and snarled into something far worse than it was, far worse than you intended, you drowned yourself in that guilt like a drunkard.

You flinched, a small gasp leaving your throat when you heard the door click open. That familiar figure lingered at your door for a moment before catching your tear-soaked face. "Oh, Mein Liebe..." (My love...) He whispered, shedding his coat and throwing it on the bed carelessly as he fell to your side. His hand comforted you as it placed heavily on your shoulder, he held you tightly before embracing you in a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Liebling... (Darling) Oh, forgive me." He whispered on, your shared guilt now found in your embrace. You looked up at the man, and he pouted at your diamond tears. Medic brought his hand up and wiped your tears away. "Y/n?"

"I'm so sorry for pushing you. I didn't mean it, it was mean of me. I swear, I didn't mean to hurt you." Though you were crying in his hands, the man let out a laugh. You sat confused, gulping as you hid your face in his palm out of embarrassment.

"Oh, my love. It shouldn't be you who should be apologizing. I wasn't there for you when I needed to be. Ich war schuld..." (I was at fault.) Medic apologized, lifting your face to his. "Please don't cry," his humored smile comforted you, reminding you to know the situation wasn't as drastic as you had put it out to be. "I will be here for as long as you want me to." He kissed your forehead and wiped your cheeks once more.

"Let us sleep, meine liebe."

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SNIPER:

It was the end of the job, rain now poured heavily outside the windows as you tapped your foot angrily. You were leaning against the wall in the community room, the others noticing this as they slowly started to slip away from you. Everyone knew why you were upset, it happened on the battlefield... even the enemy team knew not to mess with you and Sniper's heated argument.

The door clicked open as the tall New Zealander walked in, his eyes quickly escaped from yours as he set his sniper down. You stared daggers into his back as he grabbed a mug of coffee from the pot. Sniper sighed and set the cup down with a clack. "Don't give me the silent treatment, Y/n." He spoke, the silence broken now. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"I don't need your help on the field, you know that," You spoke. Sniper huffed, shaking his head. "I can handle myself fine, and you know it." You pointed a finger at him as you walked towards the man. Your eyes are slight and glaring now. The man observed your argument before turning to face you.

"I know you can."

"Then leave me be, Mundy!" You exclaimed, the man lowering his head as he hid under his hat now. "My actions are my own. Those are my kills... and I can't afford to have you be responsible for my mistakes." You punched his shoulder as you spoke, stomping out and grabbing your coat before exiting on swift feet. As soon as the door shut, Sniper had let go of that breath he had been holding… for what seemed the entire time. Sniper stared at his gun, reflecting.

. . . flashback to the battle . . .

You held your weapon in your hand, eyes glaring at its violence as the outside began to curdle into muted noise. Anger was fueling your senses with little to no control. Your eyes lifted and finally caught Sniper's own, and you glared. And you knew why he was taking almost every kill of yours. You had stumbled once in battle, the enemy Demoman holding his signature blade to your chest as he stood over your injured figure. Holding it up high before plunging it into your chest. Suddenly, Sniper had taken out the Demoman, leaving you to respawn.

— What had angered you was that Sniper felt some sort of responsibility for you. To never let you go through that again. And having known and been close to each other for years; willing to lay each other's life for one another... he cared for you deeply.

To let you fall back into that pain, that horrid sight of you dying in front of him when he could have done something. It hurt him. Far more than he would have thought.

So he did what he could.

. . . present . . .

As soon as you left the room, your breath caught up to you. Your chest began to rise and fall quickly, that familiar burn in your throat making it hard to breathe. A sudden cry left your throat as you felt warm tears fall from your cheeks, begging for any kind of escape from your immediate regret. You swung yourself backward and opened the door back up. Sniper turned his head to find you wrapping your arms around his figure. His arms immediately found yours and took you in. "Oh, roo," He cooed, rubbing your back as he rested his head on yours.

Moments passed, and your crying died down enough for you to talk. Swallowing hard, you let out a big sigh, looking up at him sorrowfully. "I'm so sorry, Sniper. I didn't mean to—when I had hit you, I seriously wasn't thinking. I was so upset..." You found your voice hiking, your chest hiccuping again before the man leaned down and cupped your face.

"Y/n, I understand," He said to you. Leaving you biting your lip anxiously. "We do things we don't mean ta' when we're upset, and I would never, ever hold that against you." He sent you a small smile, quick, but unmistakable. You hugged him once more. "I just wanted to protect ya." You looked up at him again.

"I know. But you won't lose me, please know this."

"I trust ya, I always have ... but the fight is over now, yeah? We understand and don't need ta' dwell onnit now." The man said before ruffling your hair.

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SPY:

"God, why do you think you're so great? Do you really think you're better than everyone else!" You and Spy have been arguing back and forth till the clock ticked to the newest hour. Voices rise, fingers pointing, and all by you. Spy listened and gave you simple responses; you felt each dagger of his short 'answers' kill at your heart slowly.

He stood with his head high. And even though he was hurt by your anger and sorrow, he showed nothing but a furrowed brow. Believing he was annoyed by you, you sniffled and exclaimed: "Why won't you speak to me? Am I really that low to you?!" You choked out a sob with your response. You had lost sight of the argument. Your words were vulgar, mouth moving without second thought. Cheeks hot with anger and eyes threatening to spill tears. Spy broke little by little seeing you like this.

Écoutez-moi..." (Listen to me...) He spoke low, hand reaching out before you slapped it away.

"No!" You exclaimed, Spy clenched his jaw, leaning back to give you space from the sudden throw. "I... I'm tired of feeling like I'm under you!" You hit him. You flinch, regret washing over you, your hands shaking now. Spy went to hold you; to calm you from your sudden anxiety. You tried to pull from him, but his hold was firm. Slowly, you dropped your hands, falling into his hold as you mumbled slurred apologies. The Frenchman shook his head.

"Breathe, Y/n." He hushed, voice soft as you softly cried on his shoulder. Taking your time to calm down, Spy noticed your breathing begin to slow. Proud of you, he held your shoulders and guided you to sit down... swiftly getting you a glass of water for you to drink. You took it graciously, gradually drinking it as you felt yourself calm down. The man sighed, sitting beside you in silence. You sniffled.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, feeling your eyes begin to water again. The man shook his head.

"No need to be," he responded simply. "I never knew you felt this way, and I'm glad you communicated with me." You put your glass down, laying your head in your hands. You draw out a groan.

"No… when I hit you, I shouldn't have hit you, and I did," Spy rested a hand on your back, slowly rubbing to soothe you. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not hurt. I'm okay, mon ami," (my friend) he took a deep breath. "I have never once felt you were below me, Y/n. Nor anyone."

"Not even Sniper...?"

"Ehh, well..." You laughed at his response, wrist wiping the last tear away from your cheek. Spy lets a small smile rest on his face as he leaned back, thankful your spirits were back up. "But I mean it, don't doubt I think otherwise." He stood and brushed off his suit, as he always did before standing. "Take as much time as you need."

"Thank you, Spy." The man nodded before hearing the door click open, both of you looked over at the entrance.

"Hey, Spy! I know Y/n was havin' a rough time and was wondering if you knew where they..." Scout stood awkwardly, his stature still; unmoving. "Oh."

"Scout, leave."

"Right, just a moment, big guy," Spy rolled his eyes as Scout held a boat with a taco in it. Flavored with your favorite toppings. "Y/n, you can have the last taco." The boy sends a wink and finger guns before escaping Spy's wrath.

(Spy was appreciative… :)

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rorichuu!

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TAGLIST: @simp999

[itzkawaiiduh]

*crawls into ur asks* any Will headcannons?

hello there my guy!! So sorry for the late response, I don't use tumblr that much and I had to refresh some of my headcanons for William. But here's a few I am fond of! Warning for some regarding angst, graphic descriptions of shapeshifting, and Monty mention.

-gay man

-he can bake really well!! sometimes he duplicates himself to help bake in the kitchen :)

-i have this hc where will remakes his days in his room because he doesn't have a roommate, like a sitcom! He clones himself and his clones do the voices. Think of it like a play. I intend to create more about this lmfao

-He can draw a little!! Most of the time he draws monty in the margins of his work, or even his journal. And it's always beat up because he throws it behind him at the speed of light (like his poor toothbrush)

-buddy also journals. you may call it a diary perchance

-he and berenice are frienemies!! inspired by a fic I read :D

-will and monty both reciprocate the action of leaning their heads on each other's shoulders.

-Will would have a hyperfixation, but because he didn't really have anyone to tell to, he writes it down or if Monty asks him 'whats up' that's will's signal to go off a long tangent about his thoughts

-he cracks his fingers whenever he's nervous-he has like a kajillion nicknames for monty and sometimes tells him to stop "mon-stressing." Montresor hates that.

-HE GOT THAT NEURO DIE VIRGINITY ‼️‼️WHAT THE HECK IS NORMALITY RAHHH 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️(neurodivergent)

-when will is in his "spectre form", he is 5'10" while montresor is 7'0. so you see this average man fight with a hot red demon guy who's like a whole few feet taller than him in the manor.

-Inspired by the original work, William doesn't really like mirrors or being fixated his appearance much-- he likes to keep it simple.

-When Will transforms into someone, his body physically contorts and bones snap, extremities move until he looks like you. It's fucked up and perfect for the wax bit.

-When he's transforming into his spectre, his body melts and contorts until he becomes this spectre. If y'all seen The Mandela Catalogue and know of alternates, you know what I mean!! (I haven't seen it but I love the concept of alternates, I don't know the lore behind TMC nor have I seen it. I like to draw horror, not see it. I'm weird lol)

-Because Will doesn't have a roommate, he duplicates himself to play charades or even go fish with himself. Unfortunately it's hard because he is himself.

•Speaking of which, whenever Will has an off day, he clones himself and the clone gives him hugs. Unfortunately, the clone is blank so will can feel all the empty hugs-- it does nothing, but it replaces the feeling of closeness. he just wants to feel some form of physical love

•Additionally, Will is touch starved (this may just be confirmed) so he always looks at when ada and monty are together and that gnawing feeling of jealousy comes back.

-Will had considered disguising as Ada so he can get hugged by Montresor. Had he done it before, who knows?

*Cheers so loud* he LOVES sufjan stevens and glass animals!! (me too William) we need to get this man headphones and a mp3 player!! He just loves any indie music or something mellow and just speaks to him. 80s music is also cool.

I may update these or even add some! But yeah! Sorry it's so long guys he's been living in my head with NO rent. Let him live there for free and don't even charge him rent.

[exhosong948]

Replacements II

Sweetsheep: I’m really sorry. You’ve all have been so kind to me, despite this…problem. But, we can't really force him to come around, so maybe he just needs some time to by himself. I’m sure when he’s ready, he’ll let you know.

Dogday: Yeah, I guess you’re right. Though, I don’t really know…if it’s all been because of the recall or…..well….

Sweetsheep: Oh don’t worry about that, I’m sure he’ll be just as kind and welcoming as all you guys were! Eventually…

So tumbler isn’t too happy with my edit of this poster, so at this point, just follow the link or hop on over to my Twitter to see it in all its glory. (I went way to ham on this to not be able to show all my peeps, so I will find a way, damn it!😤)

Link to Part 1 of this ⬇️

As it says right there, Sweet Sheep belongs to @amberluvsbugs

Art is done by me (cause I can’t stop loving this BOI!🥹)

[local-falsettos-obsession]

POV: It’s 2101 and I’m a blonde girl at UCLA. I am expecting a proposal from my boyfriend but instead he breaks up with me. He’s going to Harvard Law so I decided to go to get him back even though I have the qualifications to go there anyways. When I get there I also immediately get kicked out of my first class while the professor says “My guts have been spilled”. Weird. However I get invited to a costume party that turns out to NOT be costume party and I show up in a playboy bunny costume. Then I become Bestie with the professor who kicked me out’s TA, whom convinces me to stop doing the whole law thing cause of my Ex and for me instead. Then I get picked to be an intern for the professor right after my ex proposed to his new girlfriend. We go to see the client and I get her alibi but I promise not share, then I take my bestie to a department with a LOT of sexual tension. Then on one of the days of the trial and we see this guy claiming he was in a relationship with our client. But I find out he’s actually gay with the help of my bestie-with-a-lot-of-sexual-tension-between-us™. Then I get assault by my professor then fired and I decide to go back to California. Then my bestie-with-a-lot-of-sexual-tension-between-us™ confesses his love to me but I (probably) don’t hear it. Then when I’m at my hair salon my ex’s (maybe) ex shows up and says “come back girlboss” so I come back to the trial and girlboss so hard I win the trial. Then years later I graduate as valedictorian and propose to my ex-bestie-with-a-lot-of-sexual-tension-between-us™ , now boyfriend, now fiancée

[apoorhuman]

Imagine if the human world is already so fucked up, like there's trash everywhere, crime rates are high, the sky is always gloomy, you can mustook it for devildom, or you could say it's like devildom but much worse, like there's not even a safe place in there, problems here and there.

Now imagine this again, the place where the brothers called and visit as the 'human world's is actually not earth, not the world that Belphie and Lilith always looks back in celestial realm, it's another planet, basically the original is so fucked up that humans that are wealthy enough goes to a program trip to another planet to live better y'know those like futuristic films where the rich is in a better place than the poor right?

Now let's say that our mc here is from a poor family, so they've been living in survival mode since young, until mc was able to get to a ship that takes people to that other planet, they make money, got a good education and all

When others goes to visit the human world to maybe vacation right, all of them are quite oblivious about the fact that this is not the original human world they used to know, yes it is still in the same realm, but it's different place/location, and mc is aware of it

Now about how do they not ends up in the fucked up earth while teleporting, a powerful sorcerer cast a spell to make the portal doesn't go there because the sorcerer knew that if Diavolo get to see how's the earth is like he would probably fixed it so that it would be more of a better place

The sorcerer doesn't want that to happen because the sorcerer wanted to put and end to human world or human race, the reason is still unknown, and mc actually knows about the sorcerer whole scheme and plan, they once tried to stop the scheme but they almost got killed, so in the end they decided to hide so that they don't get killed and came back when they're stronger

Now this is another reason why mc wanted to make pacts with the demon brothers, they trained magic with Solomon, they learn many new things thanks to Satan, they train to be more stronger physically while training with Beel, they form bonds that's not just because the genuinely love the brothers and others but they also will be asking their help if they were in trouble or was attacked and they can't do anything

The brothers and others don't know this, they're quite oblivious about all of this, but of course Barbatos knew about this, and Solomon is also quite aware about this too, they decided not to tell others because it might ruined mc's plan even though the plan will resort to good future for the human

[lovecidik]

when katya ran off to the back porch of the crowley estate, nathanael followed close behind her, having seen her tears. he stood near her, giving her space but also offering comfort and asked gently what was wrong.

katya shivered at nathanael's sudden appearance. she knew he meant well, but his presence only reminded her of her now definite fate. wiping back a tear, she said, "it's nothing. don't worry about me, please."

"katya, please, don't think me a fool," nathanael responded. "you're clearly upset. you can tell me anything." katya averted her gaze and decided to tell the truth.

"my friend, josephine..." she said with a shivering voice. "she's here, presumably for a family member. we did not exactly part on good terms," katya continued, feeling a weight slightly lift off her shoulders.

"losing a friend, i see," nathanael responded softly, placing a gentle hand on katya's back. "it's akin to losing a lover. i'm sorry for your loss, katya."

katya bit her bottom lip and hesitated before speaking. "friends... no," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. she turned to face nathanael. "we were more than that," she said, thinking he might understand what she truly meant.

nathanael stroked katya's cheek, moving a strand of hair from her face. "a kindred spirit, then," he said, looking into her deep brown eyes.

katya felt a flutter in her stomach at nathanael's touch and words. "yes," she whispered, leaning into his touch in her sorrow. "she understood me in a way that no one else did."

"i can be that for you, katya, if you'll only let me," nathanael replied, placing his hand to her shoulder. "nathanael, i..." katya tried, before being truly surprised.

nathanael pressed his lips against katya's, kissing her gently while his hand cupped her face. although initially taken aback, katya returned the kiss with seemingly open arms. suddenly, their arrangement didn't seem so bad, after all - perhaps this was what love felt like all along?

[n0tmatilda]

there’s something that really fucks with you about the first person you ever fall in love with turning out to be an awful person. first of all, falling absolutely, irrevocably in love with somebody after nearly 15 years of never once feeling romantic attraction is intense. it throws you in head first, something the micro-dosing of parasocial love could never prepare you for. sure you fell a little bit in love with the people who saved your life, the people who’s music you blasted in your ears until they rang, until it blocked out the incessant noise of existence. sure you clutched onto your own body, shaking and whimpering like a wounded dog, imagining how it would feel to be held by them - by someone on the other side. they made it out, and maybe that’s proof that you can make it out too, right ? they wrote about the things that you feel so deeply, they made them poetry, they made them beautiful. they screamed about the things people don’t even dare to whisper about where you’re from, the things that always made you feel ashamed. they told you that the world could never take your heart, that you were stronger and bolder and brighter because of everything that you hated so deeply; everything about yourself that you wished away when looking in the mirror, standing until your legs began to shake, before retiring to bed and clutching at your torso once again in the hopes that those cut-up arms would feel like someone who cared. but of course, no matter how much you hoped, hope was really all you had. and that was the problem, really. because when you have nothing, you’ll take anything. you were starving, and she fed you. it didn’t matter what exactly she fed you, she cared enough to notice the spine protruding from your back, the hollowness of your cheeks, the ribs straining against your skin. she watched you shivering in a perfectly warm room, and she held you. you lived off of her warmth like she was the sun, and she loved it, for a while. it made her feel better, I suppose, doing something good for a fucked up little thing like you. she loved it when you were dying, when you were small, when she could fit you in the palm of her hand, right where she wanted you. she fed you love until you were far too alive and healthy for her liking; until you weren’t cold enough to make her feel warm, until your suffering no longer made her a saviour. you could have gone on without her, really you could, but you’d become so infatuated with her that the mere thought of doing so sent you right back to that cold, dark place where she found you. and you didn’t want to go back. my god, you didn’t want to go back. you kicked and screamed and clawed at a door that was never really locked. you kept yourself in there alone, starving and shaking and clutching at your own body once again, arguing with the common sense fighting it’s way to the surface of your brain that told you that you don’t even need to go back there. you’ll turn any room into that place if you’re left alone there long enough. because you want to be small enough for her to hold you again, don’t you ? there’s comfort in being so cold, so hungry, so desperate. because even if hope was all you had, it was a hell of a lot better than having nothing at all. and you didn’t even realise it until she took that away from you too.

[joseatta11]

"Oh my God." Will panted, gasping desperately for breath.

"Will? Will!" Mike ran over to his, wrapping his arms around him.

"Mike? What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Are you insane? You didn't actually think I would let you do this alone, right?"

"Well, I was hoping you would." Will muttered under his breath.

"You can't face Vecna alone."

"Well, why not? Weren't you gonna let me be bait?" Mike gaped.

"Well, yeah, but it's different!"

"How? Vecna and I are connected, he won't let me die."

"Wait, what?" Great. Just great. Mike figured it out. Killing Vecna meant killing Will. So much for going quietly.

"Mike, let me go. I'll come back."

"But you won't. Fuck. You won't will you?" So now Will Byers, age fifteen, is standing in front of the boy he loves with all his heart and is about to tell him that he's going to die.

"No." He whispered quietly, shaking his head.

"Fuck. Will, how could you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Leave us! What about the others? El, Lucas, Dustin, your mom, Jonathan?"

"What about them, Mike? They're obviously fine without me!"

"What? Are you insane?"

"El is so lovable and we both know that. Angela was horrible and if it were for her El would've made dozens of friends. She's made more friends in her three years of being here than I have in fourteen years of life. Lucas is on the basketball team! He's got so many friends now! Dustin has Suzie and the rest of the DnD group or whatever. Mom obviously has Hopper because she just up and left us for him! And I get it because he could have died but still! Jonathan would be too high to notice I was even dead. So what exactly about the others?"

"What about me?" Mike's voice is small and he won't make eye contact with Will.

"What about you? What about the fact that you sent a whole stack of letters to El but I didn't get one? What about the fact that the second I left town you joined the Hellfire club? What about the fact that you wouldn't talk to me unless it had anything to do with El. I'm in love with you Mike and every time you stomp on my heart!"

"You're in love with me?" Mike asked softly and Will just about died,

"Yeah, I'm a disgusting freak I know." Will rolled his eyes, shoving his way past Mike.

"No, no! Will, I'm in love with you!" A blind rush of rage coursed through Will and he shoved Mike hard enough for him to fall to the ground.

"Fuck you." Mike stayed on the ground, gaping. Will stepped into the Upside Down but Mike still stayed. Will just cursed. Just broke the promise he had made since he was five years old and cursed. Cursed at Mike of all people. He stood back up. He had to prove that he was telling the truth to Will. And he knew just how. He stepped into the Upside Down. He wouldn't come back without Will.

[nemojokard-blog]

y'know i feel as if I'm not that self indulgent with this account

Let's fix that >:)

Anyway I got into Inuyasha like a year ago (or maybe two years ago i dont remember <3)

But then i kinda fell off it as i do once i finish things. usually after i finish something the most I'll do is like look at fanart, watch clips, and occasionally listen to the ops and eds.

But for some godforsaken reason

I got back into it. And i decided to read the manga

And I've been enjoying it a lot. (Apart from some minor things that haven't aged too well.. looking at u, miroku..) I enjoy the Inugang's dynamic and the found family they created.

Also let's talk about that Love Triangle..

Kikyo vs Kagome..

After reading the manga.. It's not a competition. At all 😭

The first time i watched Inuyasha i thought kagome was in the way. And i think i quit watching it for a while.

But eventually i started it back up, and after kikyo died for the umpteenth time i was begging "Please let her rest in peace, please"

Now reading the manga.. I think it's more clear that Inuyasha's more guilty about what happened with Kikyo. He's happier when he's with Kagome. And both of the relationships are both pretty different.

With Kikyo, it's two lonely people finding solace with each other. Inuyasha, because he's a half-demon. Kikyo, because she's the protector of the shikon jewel. Their love is intense as first love is (.. i would not know tho lol) But ultimately they go into it too fast. Kikyo immediately thinks the shikon jewel can be destroyed if Inuyasha wishes to be human and Inuyasha goes with it. This way Kikyo can become a normal woman and Inuyasha.. well, he gets acceptance. Of course this never comes to fruition (because Naraku is a petty bitch™️). But ultimately, the issue was undoubtedly, their lack of trust.

They didn't really know each other.

Anyway, let's move onto the relationship with Kagome. Basically the relationship starts off rocky (probably because seeing someone who looks exactly like your dead ex-girlfriend [and is her reincarnation] who you thought betrayed you will shake anyone up I think. Also Inuyasha is kind of a buttmunch in the beginning.) But, his old feelings for kikyo eventually start to show as he sees her in kagome.. at first. And Kagome starts to wonder if she's a replacement for Kikyo.

The anime for some reason didn't include this, but Inuyasha basically tells her that Kagome is herself and that there is no replacement for her.

And his relationship with Kagome also helps him open up and form relationships with others. (i.e. Shippo, Miroku, and Sango)

He's not lonely anymore.

But Kikyo's resurrection complicates things. Especially when she wants to drag Inuyasha into hell with her at first.

Basically, Inuyasha starts thinking that he doesn't deserve to feel happy because of Kikyo and her demise that was orchestrated by Naraku.

But Kagome shows him otherwise. She decides to stay by his side because she loves him and wants to see him happy.

A YouTuber by the name of Bonsai Pop made a video about the series and I think summed it up perfectly.

Kikyo is his past. Kagome is his future.

Kikyo is the choice to die, Kagome is the choice to live.

(Don't take this as me hating on Kikyo by the way. Her character is pretty interesting and it's extremely tragic what happened to her.)

if i were to go full-english teacher

The start of the series is a nice metaphor for this. Like when Inuyasha is stuck to the tree by the arrow.

The arrow in a way represents his regrets with Kikyo. He's stuck to tree, unable to move forward in time. But Kagome pulls that arrow out. He's able to move on now.

And i think that's so beautiful.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[robinhuntr]

Me seeing the new Superman content we’ve been getting and realizing that we’re finally healing from the “Evil Superman” era:

[nouverx]

Obligatory Alastor and Niffty art because their little moment in the finale was everything to me I can't wait to see them interact more in the next seasons

Also bonus sketch bc I just know he kept the crown on the whole evening

[herbarimoon]

Here with you

+ bonus danganronpa blood version