#eating crim

[moony-ghoul]

plush, buttery, clouds 🤨

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

oh so many probably too many i think like 20ish?? give or take

buttery - favorite snack?

recently these fucking chips oh my god so good

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

jubby

[halcyyan]

oc_tober 07: personality

lose the battle, win the war

[gree-gon]

late happy bday to the autumn gay

[whitehairedanimeboyfriend]

Fried veggies, omelette, chocolate granola bite

Vegetable stir fry, chicken, beef, chow mein, egg roll

[dead-as-i-tread]

Slumped back in the driver's seat Blunt between my lips I'm riding with a bitch that's high as me She ducking out She trying to sleep I'm duckin' out I'm trying to see the road But all I can see are four horsemen Coming closer to me I think I'm 'bout to die, we'll see

[goggles-mcgee]

Phantom Fudge

I love the fics of Danny settling into Gotham and having some sort of business and just absolutely confusing the Batfam with how flippant he is about the crime.

My take is, instead of a coffee shop or bookstore or occult shop, Danny opens a fudge shop!

His parents taught him, and he found he actually really loved it, and besides, his dream of being an astronaut was out of reach due to his unique medical readings. In this au, his parents learned about him being Phantom and took it well after a good period of spiraling because-Holy shit they shot their son. You may be asking, Goggles, didn't you just make a post that was all about Jack and Maddie not taking the news well? Yes. Yes, I did.

I go back and forth with wanting to salt them and not. I like both.

So anyways, Danny is the heir to the Ghost Throne, but he won't actually take up the official title until his time on Earth is naturally over. After everything got better with his parents and his regular ghost fighting buddies, he actually was able to raise his grades and graduate. Many teachers were amazed at the progress but really, Danny may not have been as smart as his parents and sister (he is an unreliable narrator and is actually very smart just not as conventional as his family) but before his accident he had done pretty good in school. The GIW was still a thing, but without the Fenton technology, they weren't doing as well as they previously did. His parents broke their contract after they rescued him from the GIW labs, it was a little after he told his parents about his halfa status and they came storming in to save him and all the other ghosts that were captured. After that, life got so much better. His parents listened to him, and he got to teach them all about his people. They started publishing more papers with actually accurate information and were doing their best to overturn the anti-ecto acts. They haven't accomplished it, but Danny was sure they would.

That's actually why he moved to Gotham. Tucker had the idea of contacting the Justice League to help with the anti-ecto laws, but their calls weren't being answered. Neither were the...strongly worded emails Sam sent in. So Danny did what he did best and jumped into something not entirely thought out but hoping for the best. He moved to Gotham so he could get close to Batman and ask for help. He got accepted into Gotham University on a scholarship. But he wanted to make some money on his own without his parents sending him some kind of allowance, and he didn't want to work at Bat Burger. He started selling fudge around winter at his school, and he got permission to do so.

From there, he got enough money to actually open a small fudge cart. Then he got enough for a small shop near his apartment which was rather close to Crim Alley so he hired some working girls to help with the shop and he employed any Alley Kids looking for some cash as delivery workers. (They only delivered in Crime Alley, though, but that was fine with Danny.) Danny loved his little fudge shop that he lovingly named Phantom Fudge, and the sign had a cute little ghost eating some fudge on it. When he was in school for classes, he left the shop in his friend Ginger's hands. She had been a working girl before, but before that, she had had experience working a small mom & pop kind of shop, so Danny felt good leaving her in charge. When Ellie visited, she helped out with the shop too.

Danny was thriving. Then he started getting customers of the ecto variety because, of course, he would. Apparently, he was something of an ecto filter for the shades and ghost of Gotham, so they would visit his shop to soak up some of the pure ectoplasm in the air. Then he experimented and made some ecto-fudge, which is what he gave to any ecto beings that entered his shop. Most couldn't pay, but they would give him a heads up if they saw anything shady happening around his shop.

Like a little heads up that some robberies were happening in the area, or some rogue was getting close. It was a nice little system they had. Though some ghosts came in just to tell him their unfinished business and like...he wasn’t King yet, but these were his people, so he tried to help them out as best they could.

One particular couple showed up a lot and would ask him to help warn their son of any danger they heard was brewing. They would ask him to leave messages for the son or any of his kids but also the butler if needed. Danby thought this guy had some great parents. They didn't cross over because they needed to make sure their son was safe and taken care of. It was most likely that they wouldn't cross until their son did by the sounds of it. He got permission to call them Grandma and Grandpa, which was weird, but he didn't question it.

Martha and Thomas were nice spirits, so he had no problem helping them out. But Danny is Danny and his well-intentioned help of course caught the eye of the whole batfam.

They had been receiving letters in the Manor that appeared mysteriously. The first one they had all thought was a prank from the many people there. It was a simple, 'Don’t go to the gala. Something bad will happen.' That started it all. They were all baffled but laughed it off, and those who went to the gala didn't know how to feel when the seeming wait staff took over the event and held the guests hostage.

A coincidence surely.

Then they got another note, 'Freeze is planning to do a B&E and snatch some equipment from a Wayne lab. Idk which one since you have so many.' And just like last time, the note was speaking the truth. It continued from there, and everyone tried to capture whoever or whatever was leaving the notes, but any cameras they had glitched out before returning to normal and showing a new note had showed uo somewhere in the Manor. Bruce was going crazy trying to figure out who or what their messenger was.

Alfred once found a note that said, 'Tim has been awake and pushing himself too far. He is going to crash.' He took it to heart though and made Tim rest and take a break. He would not let the note happen. Tim had had far too many crashes the past couple of months.

The note that broke Bruce, though, was small in words, but it made him feel crazy. It was his parent's death anniversary, and when he went to visit the exact spot, he saw a sticky note on the floor. He shakily picked it up to see all it said was, 'It's okay.'

Now he is really worked up and determined to find the note messenger.

While that's going on, Danny also gets some local vigilantes visiting his shop, and he is so excited to see them and try and be their friend so he can ask for help. Plus they seem to be fans of his fudge and that just makes him happy.

The batkids thing the Phantom Fudge shop owner is suspicious, but hot damn did he make some bomb ass fudge.

[songsofadelaide]

"Lives have grown roots around each other. We both know the truth is, we don't really care to find any room to doubt each other. We're tied by the roots of whatever we share."

Zoology major!Laios x crim student!reader who were introduced to each other by your mutual friend, physics major!Marcille, whom you took general education subjects with. You and Laios couldn't be any more different from each other, but you unexpectedly clicked after going on one coffee date together. He is a pretty lively character who is chronically online, and his Instagram is filled with his fascinations— reptiles and amphibians. He mentioned that he wanted to go for a herpetology masters degree when he graduates.

Laios was equally interested in your aspiration to become a lawyer, and eventually a judge. You told him that your pursuit of justice stems from a deep-seated desire to see something happen— and you joked that it was a long story for another coffee date— which he quickly agrees to. (When asked about your date, he told Marcille that you were cute. You said the same thing. Marcille felt like an accomplished matchmaker. She asks you guys to tell her more about your next date, too.)

Your different majors meant different class schedules, so you two try your best to meet up whenever you can, especially when you both have your vacant hours. You follow each other on Instagram now, and he posted a photo of your coffees and sandwiches and his mysterious, faceless date with the caption "🦎💗🦎", to which his many friends and followers blasted likes and comments on.

"Oh, Marcille just texted me. She said this is a... soft launch? Does she mean soft lunch? Sandwiches are soft and light, after all."

You laughed. And Laios swore the sound was sweeter than his coffee.

Your friends and blockmates are both baffled and amused by the handsome zoology major frequently showing up outside the Faculty of Law building on campus with your favourite snack and drink onhand. Likewise, Laios's blockmates are puzzled by your presence in the College of Science building, usually just to drop off some energy boosters for him. (You bring him orange eggs and fish balls every once in a while since you both like them, but you always remind him to eat well and eat full meals.)

Laios made your supposedly grueling days in uni much more fun than you anticipated. Criminology wasn't for the weak-hearted and you had your challenging days, too. But Laios was so full of life and his carefree smile was something you wanted to protect, along with the rest of society. On your second anniversary, he gifted you a very detailed bearded dragon plush. While his major required him to be on the field most of the time, he always made sure to call or message to update you on his whereabouts and what he and his blockmates have been doing. Most of the time, you don't hear him say how much he misses you when you fall asleep while on video call.

You did not choose to call it quits when the time for majors came. Laios wasn't one to give up on something he adores— he loves— so why would you? His pursuit of knowledge for his favourite cold-blooded creatures brought him to James Cook University in Queensland, Australia, while you continued your pursuit of justice as a law student in one of the finest schools in your very hometown.

Laios returns home to you after three years in the Australian outback and marshland— taller, tanned, stubbly and still so lively. He was still the same dreamer you met so many years ago, and you're suddenly filled with dread that you might be holding him back from a life that suited him more. When he noticed how withdrawn you became, he was suddenly filled with dread that he might be too much of a distraction to you as you continued law school. Marcille wasn't having any of that, though, and carefully orchestrated a way for the two of you to bring your concerns to the table, just like how she orchestrated your first meeting.

"I love you," he said, but it's not his words that pull at your heart, but the way his eyes lit up when he gazed at you. He held you in his arms as you cried.

"I know. You still look at me like I'm made of starlight even though my glow has been dulled by so much cynicism."

Laios slept a little bit too deep that night, obviously relieved to still have you in his life. You always did like how honest he was. It was the very thing your profession required but not everyone in the field had it in them. You lay on his chest and breathed a sigh of relief yourself. You may as well be talking to the moon, but you needed to let him know how strongly you felt for him too.

"You are every good in this unforgiving world, and I know it will never forgive me for holding you too close to my heart. This world needs a spirit like yours— warm, curious, forgiving— to heal itself from its curse of indifference and unkindness."

"—come acclaimed and internet famous herpetologist— a reptile lover, people! In case you don't know what that is— wildlife educator and conservationalist Laios Touden! We're glad to have you with us today!—"

"—sure is all mine! Glad to be he—"

"Oh, turn that thing up, Falin!" You excitedly stepped out of your bedroom and found your sister-in-law Falin humming to herself as she helped herself to a glass of juice in your kitchen. She reached for your TV remote and turned up the volume.

"That interview's today, huh? Are you going to watch all of it? You have a trial to attend to, right?" She asked you with a small smile on her face.

"Just seeing his handsome face already cheers me up so much," you replied to her with a dreamy sigh. "But anyway, you're right! I should head court now. That's what he'd want me to do."

"I'll look for links to the interview online if you want."

"Thank you, Falin!"

The young woman left at home in her brother's house turned her full attention to the interview this time, an amused smile on her face as she watched and listened to his television interview.

"—you know, my wife is a Supreme Court Justice, one of the youngest ones, too! And I'm really proud of her for that. On her first day on the job, she reopened a cold case relating to the deaths of several environmentalists from 200X. It was such an old case, but it was important to her, and to me, to an extent. Her family was par—"

"—nly able to do my job, happily at that, is because of her will to protect environmentalists and put those responsible in jail—"

"My, he sounds so eloquent. I suppose a certain judge helped him with that," Falin laughed to herself. "I should call Marcille and tell her about this interview, too."

[confused-rat]

Lily won’t shut up about Ant but some how he’s the one obsessed with her? Like she dropped one of his tweets into her new Korra vid where it was completely unrelated. Lily basically thinks she should get to run her mouth about anyone but they can’t respond or they are transphobic and her fans just eat that up.

Lily’s self projection game is bonkers.

But yeah, I think Ant’s the easiest target for her right now. Sai and Crim don’t give her the reactions she wants, and Ant is a cis, white man who actually responds to things seriously enough for Lily and her followers to pounce on.

[diaboliklove]

i cannot believe its 2024 and there’s people that think cordelia did nothing wrong 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i apologize for the rant but

i read the original ‘argument’ and well

personally, i think its kinda insulting to the triplets as characters to just diminish everything they experienced as children and say that cordelia was a good mother. to say that “cordelia never had sex with laito and never had sex in front of kanato!” and that it was just blood drinking is like … insane to me.

like. just use your brain. i really don’t wanna go into a long rant about this, but im prettttty sure laito wouldn’t be attempting to ruin all people that still have their purity by forcing them into sexual intimacy and having such a bad perspective of love if he was just asked by cordelia to drink his blood. like seriously, in MB laito even uses the word “love” to get sex with some of the maids, since thats his understanding of love. and who would’ve taught him that? maybe the person he continuously has conversations about love with in his flashbacks. like his mom.

and im prettttty sure kanato wouldn’t be so traumatized by just seeing his mom drink blood in front of him. kanato even learned how to pleasure girls BY what he witnessed crim cordelia. please correct me if im wrong, but im pretty sure kanato said in dc that cordelia even made him sing until his voice cords bled. kanato was neglected, ignored even when cordelia was doing something intimate with another — which made him the character he is. bratty, angry, always needing to fight for attention. even in cordelias death, kanato took her ashes and stuffed them into teddy so that he finally could have ALL the attention and all of her that he never could have. even eating them when he felt alone.

im not going to touch on ayato since i think his abuse is the most known, and my point about this is just more on the sexual abuse anyways.

theres no denying ALL of them were abused in their own ways.

my point is, if you say laito never engaged sexually with cordelia and kanato never witnessed cordelia having sex with other men, their character development would literally make no sense. flashbacks appear for a reason in DL, and its to give an explanation on how they developed into the diabolical characters we know and love. if cordelia was such a good mother she would not be shown so often in the triplets routes. i mean, look at shu’s. beatrix hardly makes an appearance in his in comparison to the other brothers, since his explanation on his character development comes from what happened with edgar more than his mothers authoritarian parenting.

i also think people get confused of the difference of liking a well written character and completely justifying what they’ve done. cordelia has gone through her own share of trauma, so it makes sense how she came to be the mother we know, which is an abusive one. but its not an excuse, its just an explanation for her actions. i love her as she’s a great antagonist, but just because i do doesn’t mean i love what she’s done. you can do both.

[sherwees]

c : implied black reader a tiny bit.

w : never smoked before, getting high.

side note : you would never believe what this is connected to.

“cmon, you could give me more.” you responded with a childish whine, his fingers dug into your sore sides.

you could barely see hendery, besides the moonlight that illuminated his blown out eyes; his sclera's were red but not as red as yours.

hendery snatched the blunt 3 times during the session after he noticed and claimed that you “were eating the joint” but now it laid on the carpet. that's why the roof looked like and felt like it was spinning, your stomach felt like a cave, your feet tingled and your throat itched. everything was searing. hendery sucked tingling blemishes all over your throat and collarbones, his head slower than normally was now lowering to your swollen nipples.

“s’ pretty baby..” he groaned, his large hands smoothing up to under your armpits and gently maneuvering you, diagonally. you emitted a pretty light whine as his cock slid out and emerged from your hole with a slick pop. you opened your eyes and fluttered your eyelashes at him in confusion, he was just staring at you.. his eyes were literally stars. big yellow cartoonish stars. but they faded away once he literally punctured your cervix, you almost recoiled.

“hey–” you murmured a concern or at least tried to before hendery 's attention went to your lips. he suckled on your top lip, his fingers grazing your nipples lightly. based off how his hands were sliding slyly to your ass, hendery was trying to distract you from something. his lips moved to the crane of your neck once he started punctuating his already–harsh thrusts, if his grip on your ass cheeks wasn't so fucking lethal, you would've been squirming.

the base of his cock swelled, “babe, fuck.” hendery kinda cried. was he using your ass as a stress ball, his kneads on your sore ass started getting more aggressive as he became frantic. “dery– please–” you pleaded in a rasp murmur, his balls slapping against your wetness made a heat rise and wrap around your neck but.. something else wrapped around your neck.

his clammy fingers found your neck and slid over the crane, right over a small, throbbing hickey. it was smaller than the others. “your thumb looks like a bowling ball.” you giggled, you blunk and it burned tears out of your eyes; you weren't blinking. you were so stuck on his pretty ass collarbones and the fact that his forearm bulged with navy veins when his thumb found the base of your neck.

“don't care–” hendery gritted through his teeth like he was actually bothered. “m’ gonna knock you up, alright?” he maneuvered you down on his cock, his nails were creating crescents into your flesh.

“huh—” your clit throbbed rhythmically with every moment your ass met his thighs and you swore that the second that he placed his thumb on the swollen bud, everything went black, just like that first time you two met, very coincidentally. you sniffled and you smelt straight marijuana but with a sense of sweetness and now that you think about it, you didn't expect hendery to be a smoker.

his eyes did look weirdly droopy that time he delivered your pizza.

“m’ gonna– inside.” hendery looks up at you with those lost FUCKING DOE EYES, the thing that got you into him in general. you stomach caved as your high reached out and yanked you by your ankle, if your orgasm was a force, you would've been out the window and sprawled out like a family guy character. as your thighs wrapped around his waist, he shuddered at the cool contact; hendery actually only looked up because your tan skin morphed into a zebra's crim.

“hey! I'm not cumming inside a zebra!” hendery slurred angrily, his eyebrows creased in some sort of worry and anger. you yelped as you plopped right back on the bed, the emptiness of your hole made you SICK. “dery– don't be like that.” you reached out to him but he only slapped your hand away before crossing his arms like a kid.

“I'm not gonna fuck an animal, I'm not committing beastiality.”

“you're not–” he scoffed at the comment, turning away in a manner that would be considered playful but he was high right now; so he looked stupid.

“leave me alone!” hendery warned and stood before tugging his shirt back on. his eyes were still slightly bloodshot and his lips formed into a pout, “stop looking at me like I'm a fresh piece of grass!” he whined and covered his eyes like a kid.

“oh no! don't leave, they'll think that you're some sort a maru addict.” you yelled sarcastically but you were still kinda scared for him.

“I don't careeeee.” hendery flopped back on the bed before emitting a bubbly laugh, “you're so cute when you're concerned..” he squeezed your cheeks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “how did I manage~ to get with a cutie like you.. my zebra princess..” he cupped your face before he shut his eyes and puckered his lips, obviously, expecting a kiss back. you felt nice so you placed a chaste peck on his chapped lips.

“thank you, your majesty.” and he flipped you right back over.

[nixie-writes]

Request: Crimson with a female S/O who is sweet, kind, and caring woman who used to be a thief in her 20s now a babysitter until she quits her babysitter life and fights with no weapons but fights with her bare hands/sharp claws and can tear the enemies bones apart (basically just like Millie). So the S/O is taller than Crim (She's not a succubus) and the S/O is in her 40s and the only woman who can calm him down and who is kind to Moxxie making her Moxxie's mother figure.

finally, a romantic request for Crimson (if not friend, why friend shaped?)

You could remember your old life. Stealing to eat and clothe yourself, fighting for scraps and living under a bridge. Things finally turned around when a wealthy family took you in as their babysitter in your early 30's. You took care of their young son until he was old enough to care for himself, then you quit your career as their babysitter, and gave up that life altogether. Now you fought for a living, not afraid of blood or the sound of cracking bones. How had you ended up in the mafia though?

It was a cold and stormy night in the dead of winter; you were shivering cold so bad your teeth were chattering and your thin jacket did little to warm you. You turned a corner to find a place to sleep when you walked in on an execution, watching an imp get his head blown off. Warm blood splattered against your body, easing the chill in your bones. You stood, shocked, at the scene before you. Glancing up at you was a shark demon, a tall one with bottom teeth jutting out. "Crimson won't like a witness," he whispered loudly to another shark demon. He nodded and beckoned you closer with a finger. Knowing you had no other choice but to abide you walked closer, bowing your head in respect as you did so. They were kind enough to not tie you up as you didn't resist them, but they shoved you into the back of a small car and drove off with you.

After about 30 minutes you arrived at a large estate. You were dragged out of the car by your hair and brought inside the house. Sitting in a large chair, facing you, was a taller than average but still shorter than you, imp who held a cup of wine in one hand, a revolver in the other. He motioned for the sharks to drop you and leave and they obliged, leaving you alone with the imp. You were on your knees, eyes lowered in respect, doing everything you could to spare your life from this mafia boss.

"I hear you saw something you shouldn't have," he spoke to you. You nodded your head meekly, not meeting his gaze. "Normally I'd just kill you and be done with it, but my son needs a new mother figure since his last one... Expired, and I hear you have experience in babysitting," he mused out loud. "Yes sir," you replied. "I babysat a number of small children until they were old enough to take care of themselves," you explained as he rolled the wine around in his cup, humming to himself. "Okay, you got the job. Keep my son occupied and you'll keep your life." You nodded your head fervently. "Yes sir, thank you! Truly, thank you!" He waved you off. "By the way, the name's Crimson. Call me that and only that." You agreed, thanking him more. "The wedding will be arranged, until then get acquainted with my son," he told you before snapping his fingers. The shark demons came back inside and led you to a small room where an imp child, no older than 10, played with blocks and toys. He glanced up at you with wide, innocent eyes. "Are you my new mommy?" He inquired. The term 'new mommy' broke your heart. You nodded your head. "Yes, I'm your new mommy." The shark demons left you alone with the small imp child, who introduced himself as Moxxie, and you began to play with him.

Those memories were fond for you. You'd been married to Crimson for 17 long years; now being in your 40's you'd become a lot more wise with time. You'd learned what made Crimson tick, what pissed him off and calmed him down, what he was and wasn't willing to forgive, you'd seen it all. You fought for him, unafraid to hurt or kill other demons who threatened him. Though your marriage was arranged, you grew to love the mafia boss, and you were willing to murder in cold blood for him. You knew how to calm him down when he got angry, soothing him back into his chair and back down into his usual grumpy mood.

Moxxie looked up to you as his mother figure. You'd never left him, always supporting him in his endeavors, even attending his wedding with Millie, which you kept a secret from Crimson at Moxxie's request. Since being taken in by Crimson your life had become violent and cruel, but you couldn't say you weren't well taken care of. Your life was just a little... Unorthodox.

[sysboxes]

fav sets of pronouns (including any type. So “traditional”, neos, xenos, archeo, etc)? Either in general or some alters favourites?

Doesn’t have to be pronouns you use

Sof/Sofs/Soft/Softs/Softself

Sof/Soft/Soft/Softs/Softself

Shy/Hyr/Hyrs/Hyrs/Hyrself

Hx/Hxm/Hxs/Hxs/Hxmself

Hy/Hym/Hys/Hys/Hymself

Shey/Sher/Shers/Shers/Sherself

Love/Loves/Lovie/Lovies/Lovieself

Nuggie/Nuggie/Nuggies/Nuggies/Nuggieself

Moss/Moss/Mosses/Mosses/Mossself

Li/Lich/Lichen/Lichens/Lichenself

Mo/Moch/Mocha/Mochas/Mochaself

Mocha/Mocha/Mochas/Mochas/Mochaself

-Mod Weeping ❤️ (there’s more but there’s some)

he/him, 他/他(when using mandarin/hanzi, pinyin is Tā/Tā， xi/xer, rrom/rroma, 🫁/🫀/🥩s/🔪self , tx/tex/texs/texas, lux/ray/luxs/rayself /triassic/jurrassic/cretaceous/paleo honestly? dumb/bitch that shit EATS oh and tyranno/saurusrex

-mod Luxray

fae/faer

Star/Stars/Starry/Starself

ink/inky/inkys/inkyself

poem/poems/poemself

moon/moons/moonself

crim/crimson/crimsons/crimsonself

sta/static/staticy/staticself

die/dice/dices/diceself

-Mod Starry 🌌

nae/nym/nyr/nyrs/nymself

and idk the full set but i know some people who unironically use nor/mal and i love that for them

-mod wonder

Ngl I really like it/its pronouns.

- Mod Avon 📖

hm maybe hy/hymn/hys? There’s something about them that I find pretty neat I guess

- Mod morpho 🦋

[whitehairedanimeboyfriend]

Chocolate and granola bite

Fried noodles leftovers and nori

Mandarin orange

French fries

Carrots and chicken wings

[ask-alf-oddworld]

this is Crim he is on the ground trying to eat a chip that felt. What do you think? and How are you today?

(sorry for my bad english, im dislexic)

Didn’t you ever get taught the proper chip eating posture?

[starlostlix]

Moriarty the Patriot and crime as a performance (The Noahtic crime vs Whiteley's crime)

[I am back again to talk about some themes, I don't know how much i'll be able to post with a-level exams coming up but in about a month's time i'll be able to post however much i want. I do have another post on the go but I don't know when that will be done]

As I read volume 10, I took an interest in how Milverton explained his plan to turn Whiteley into a murderer. And there was one line that really made me think, where Milverton says that "The 'hero' of our performance will be arriving at home soon." It seems like a simple enough statement but it really is indicative of a larger theme - the performance of crime. A theme explored by both this arc and the majority of William's crime, and even links to Whiteley's eventual demise.

To begin, an explanation of Milverton's plan to force Whiteley into murder. Milverton is somewhat of a free agent - as much as he represents the House of Lords when conversing with Whiteley, he is not affected by their reputation. He doesn't care about Whiteley possibly publishing the documents because he will not be caught up in the consequences. His main reason for his plan is pure thrill - the thrill of drawing the good man into sin. By blackmailing Sturridge, one of Whiteley's police bodyguards, over the safety of his family, he is able to eliminate every person Whiteley cares about, forcing Whiteley into killing out of rage. Essentially, Milverton is the snake tempting Adam (instead of Eve) to eat the apple (commit sin, in this case murder) for his own enjoyment.

In this plan Whiteley is made to become a villain through his own rage at the murder of his family. With this act, his goals of equality are tarnished and the equality movement is heavily pushed back due to the public seeing a figure of good draw to evil. Milverton actively manufactures a situation to make this possible through his go-to method of blackmail. Milverton has set the scene and has put the events in motion - he is the one in control of this performance as the writer type figure.

However, a wrench is thrown into the projected plan. With the Moriarty Brothers plan of killing Whiteley and blaming the Lord of Crime for his family's deaths, Whiteley is made into the tragic hero of the story, someone with virtuous traits who (because of a fatal flaw) meets an untimely end. The public may see him as a martyr for the cause of equality, but the reader sees how his fatal flaw (the murder of Sturridge) leads to his early death at William's hands. Yet, Milverton insists that he is still in control - not only has his plan to corrupt a good man worked, but it's also pushed his new rival into a corner where he has to take the blame for something he didn't do. His performance may have changed, but these unexpected changes have made it more compelling for his audience.

With this change, it is quite good to compare this plan to that of William's plan on the Noahtic. In this plan, William manages to drive a man to commit murder and exposes his crime to the world, much like Milverton planned to do. However the key difference is the motive - William does this to expose an evil man for previous evil deeds. His target, Lord Enders, was kidnapping random civilians to murder for his own enjoyment, and was also very dehumanising towards the lower classes. Enders is a textbook target of the Moriarty Plan - a rotten noble abusing his inherited power to hurt others. The plan to expose his crimes involves a stage and a performance in more ways than one - not only did they utilising an actual opera performance, but they manufactured a situation to expose Enders for murder. With his murder and eventual suicide, Enders' deeds are exposed to the world and he received his punishment.

Another aspect of performance is the entire Moriarty Plan in itself. By turning London into an audience for the staged crimes, the classes will unite to condemn the murderer (the Lord of Crime) and to support the heroic detective (Sherlock Holmes). Sherlock is a later insertion into the narrative, yet a very important one - a detective exposing the crimes of the nobility through solving cases that William has set up. He is turned into a symbol for the people to root for, much like Whiteley was with and without William's intervention. Sherlock is much more than a chess piece in the plan by the tower bridge confrontation - he is the centre of it besides William as the Lord of Crime. The protagonist of the plan to match The antagonistic Lord of Crime. To the people of London, the entire Moriarty Plan is a performance of crimes solved by detective Sherlock Holmes' heroism, much like the books that Watson (or Conan Doyle) writes.

Milverton and William both use crime as a performance of sorts, but for very different goals. Whilst William uses staged crimes/exposés to bring awareness to the crimes of the nobility and unite the classes, Milverton uses it as a personal experience of the thrill of turning a good person to evil deeds. It also directly ties in to their definitions of their own crimes - The Lord of crime as a 'necessary evil' vs Milverton as 'pure evil'. And whilst The Lord of Crime's performance is made for the wider audience of the public, Milverton's performances are his own personal works of art, made to give him the thrill of manipulating others into sin.

Essentially, there is a face off between two different performances of crime - the selfless performance of one's downfall created for the greater good vs a twisted performance of someone else's downfall created for one's own selfish thrill.

[I tried to keep this one shorter since I have revision to do, but I wanted to talk about this a little bit, causing it's just recalling interesting. It's quite hard to explain but I love themes and characters like this. Hope people enjoy!]

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Post a random FlightRising thought you have

oh boy i've got a bunch

they should make a magic version of eliminate and call it Smite, i think that would spice the meta up a bit

ik that lair expansions are super expensive because they're a treasure sink, but if they're so expensive that people aren't buying them, doesn't that defeat their purpose as a treasure sink? like the mp is a great treasure sink because everybody uses it, but after a while lair expansions just stop being worth it

i think crim should ask for useless notn/coliseum vistas, ancient coli genes and minor potions. please i have so many of them and it would help me get the damn achievement

i know they said they wouldn't drop a new ancient before mistjam, but how funny would it be if they started teasing it immediately after mistjam lmao

it's so cool that every modern breed has an npc that represents them, but i wish they'd add another one for nocs since velya is gone. i wonder if other ancients will get npcs too

i should make a fr ask game, those are super fun

i want to eat these, i bet the pink one tastes like tropical fruit punch and the blue one tastes like berry koolaid