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ashesandhackles · 1 year ago

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Harry and Dumbledore: Crisis of Faith

The Life and Lies of Dumbledore chapter from DH lives rent free in my head, and I would love to get on my soapbox about why. It's no secret that DH is an allegorical tale with Harry as Christ figure and Dumbledore positioned as God figure - often represented by the symbolism of the all-seeing eye. The eye in the mirror (which turns out to Aberforth, who sends Dobby to the rescue), the symbol of Deathly Hallows in Dumbledore's signature.

Eye symbolism:

A flash of brightest blue. Harry froze, his cut finger slipping on the jagged edge of the mirror again. He had imagined it, he must have done... If anything was certain, it was that the bright blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore would never pierce him again.

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Above what Harry assumed was the title of the story (being unable to read runes, he could not be sure) , there was a picture of what looked like a triangular eye, its pupil crossed with a vertical line.

The Deathly Hallows or the Gifts of Death is marked by a triangular eye - and it is explicitly seen as God's eye in Christian art and iconography.

So now, back to the chapter, where Harry completely loses faith:

The sun was coming up: The pure, colorless vastness of the sky stretched over him, indifferent to him and his suffering. Harry sat down in the tent entrance and took a deep breath of clean air.

The chapter opens with the smallness of Harry against the vast sky, a bird's eye view shot to really highlight how vulnerable he feels. On the heels of the chapters where he sees himself and his family immortalised in statues and have their bombed home preserved as memorial - a site people take comfort from the legend of Harry, and Harry takes comfort from the graffiti they left behind - it feels especially isolated. The vulnerability is glaring: Harry has lost the protection of the twin cores. The church bells are distant.

His senses had been spiked by the calamity of losing his wand. He looked out over a valley blanketed in snow, distant church bells chiming through the glittering silence.

Harry does not deal with vulnerability, most specifically helplessness very well. As a child raised in an abusive environment - his savior complex is rooted in needing to have agency. We see him grappling with what he perceives as complete abandonment from Dumbledore: 'Dumbledore had left them to grope in the darkness, to wrestle with unknown and undreamed-of terrors, alone and unaided: Nothing was explained, nothing was given freely, they had no sword, and now, Harry had no wand.'

And then, Harry reads the chapter titled Greater Good from Rita Skeeter's book.

So what was Albus doing, if not comforting his wild young brother? The answer, it seems, is ensuring the continued imprisonment of his sister.

This is important, because Harry's feelings about this are made clear in earlier chapters:

Could Dumbledore have let such things happen? Had he been like Dudley, content to watch neglect and abuse as long as it did not affect him? Could he have turned his back on a sister who was being imprisoned and hidden?

Harry is projecting onto Ariana Dumbledore, specifically with his experience of the Dursleys. He had once raged at Dumbledore in OOTP: "People don't like being locked up! You did it to me last summer!"

Harry's grievance with Dumbledore is not just about this exchange, but a specific choice Dumbledore made for his physical safety with blood wards. The narrative comes close to acknowledging it, in OOTP:

“Five years ago you arrived at Hogwarts, Harry, safe and whole, as I had planned and intended. Well — not quite whole. You had suffered. I knew you would when I left you on your aunt and uncle’s doorstep. I knew I was condemning you to ten dark and difficult years.” He paused. Harry said nothing.

“She doesn’t love me,” said Harry at once. “She doesn’t give a damn — ” “But she took you,” Dumbledore cut across him. “She may have taken you grudgingly, furiously, unwillingly, bitterly, yet still she took you, and in doing so, she sealed the charm I placed upon you. Your mother’s sacrifice made the bond of blood the strongest shield I could give you.”

He knew one thing, though: unhappy as he felt at the moment, he would greatly miss Hogwarts in a few days' time when he was back at number four, Privet Drive. Even though he now understood exactly why he had to return there every summer, he did not feel any better about it. Indeed, he had never dreaded his return more.

Harry understands it then, so it is striking that the only time he allows himself to get truly angry at the position Dumbledore put him in this chapter, through Ariana:

“I’m not trying to defend what Dumbledore wrote,” said Hermione. “All that ‘right to rule’ rubbish, it’s ‘Magic Is Might’ all over again. But Harry, his mother had just died, he was stuck alone in the house —” “Alone? He wasn’t alone! He had his brother and sister for company, his Squib sister he was keeping locked up —”

“I don’t believe it,” said Hermione. She stood up too. “Whatever was wrong with that girl, I don’t think she was a Squib. The Dumbledore we knew would never, ever have allowed —” “The Dumbledore we thought we knew didn’t want to conquer Muggles by force!” Harry shouted, his voice echoing across the empty hilltop, and several blackbirds rose into the air, squawking and spiraling against the pearly sky.

I am especially struck by the image of Harry's angry shouting making blackbirds fly into the pearly sky, and spiral over him. Blackbirds are associated with mystery, secrets and are seen as messengers to netherworld - this combined with the image of pearly white sky (heavens/God) seems intentional. It is carrying Harry's disillusionment to the heavens.

And then, the quote that pierces my soul, which is the heart of this chapter:

“Maybe I am!” Harry bellowed, and he flung his arms over his head, hardly knowing whether he was trying to hold in his anger or protect himself from the weight of his own disillusionment. “Look what he asked from me, Hermione! Risk your life, Harry! And again! And again! And don’t expect me to explain everything, just trust me blindly, trust that I know what I’m doing, trust me even though I don’t trust you! Never the whole truth! Never!”

It is reminiscent of Snape's "you have used me! I have spied for you, lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you" - basically, "why have you forsaken me?" moment.

He had trusted Dumbledore, believed him the embodiment of goodness and wisdom. All was ashes: How much more could he lose?

The chapter being set in whiteness and emptiness, reminiscent of King's Cross chapter where Harry does get his answers from Dumbledore.

And then Hermione, who has modified her parents memories, can confidently assert that "He loved you, I know he loved you", because her love for her parents, for Ron, can also be sacrificed at the altar of greater good, even if it means doing things that would hurt them (not choosing to go with Ron) and dismiss their agency (as is with her parents). It doesn't mean she doesn't love them.

“I don’t know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me. This isn’t love, the mess he’s left me in. He shared a damn sight more of what he was really thinking with Gellert Grindelwald than he ever shared with me.”

Harry ends the chapter with seeking comfort from Hermione's touch, brushing his hair - wishing he could believe that Dumbledore really cared. (shoutout to @bluethepineapple meta here about this chapter)

And it is then where Dumbledore's gifts come in motion next chapter: his Deluminator lets Ron find his way back. Snape, effectively Dumbledore's man, sends the doe. Harry counts on what he learned from Dumbledore to destroy the Horcrux - he gives Ron the opportunity to wield the sword:

As certainly as he had known that the doe was benign, he knew that Ron had to be the one to wield the sword. Dumbledore had at least taught Harry something about certain kinds of magic, of the incalculable power of certain acts.

And then by Shell Cottage, Harry accepts Dumbledore's plan as is, and reaffirms his faith in Dumbledore's idea of Greater Good:

Dobby would never be able to tell them who had sent him to the cellar, but Harry knew what he had seen. A piercing blue eye had looked out of the mirror fragment, and then help had come. Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.

And then Harry chooses to stay on path Dumbledore laid out for him, only wishing now that he simply understood the man:

When Harry had finished speaking (about Voldemort), Ron shook his head. “You really understand him.” “Bits of him,” said Harry. “Bits . . . I just wish I’d understood Dumbledore as much. But we’ll see. Come on — Ollivander now.”

And finally, he starts to understand Dumbledore - through his conversation with Aberforth:

"And Albus was free, wasn’t he? Free of the burden of his sister, free to become the greatest wizard of the —” “He was never free,” said Harry. “I beg your pardon?” said Aberforth. “Never,” said Harry. “The night that your brother died, he drank a potion that drove him out of his mind. He started screaming, pleading with someone who wasn’t there. ‘Don’t hurt them, please . . . hurt me instead.’” “He thought he was back there with you and Grindelwald, I know he did,” said Harry, remembering Dumbledore whimpering, pleading. “He thought he was watching Grindelwald hurting you and Ariana. . . . It was torture to him, if you’d seen him then, you wouldn’t say he was free.”

Finally, he gets his chance to have a conversation with Dumbledore at the crossroads of life and death. TLDR: Deathly Hallows is an allegorical tale and it is best to treat it as such and roll with it, because otherwise it's deus ex machina galore.

#albus dumbledore #harry james potter #hp meta #deathly hallows

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ardienothesieno · 10 months ago

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SPECULATING ABOUT THE WATCHER

Wanted to make my own analysis post, as I've seen some comments on other sites pointing out things but nothing here so far... AND I AM TOO DEEP IN THE BRAINROT TO NOT ANALYZE THIS EVEN JUST A LITTLE BIT. SO.

I would like to mention that I have not played any modded regions! So if there are certain details that I make note of in the screenshots that have explanation in their original mods, please feel free to correct me!!

STARTING OFF WITH THE TRAILER:

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Rot tendrils. Rot tendrils on the ceiling... just casually... that's totally not concerning...

The blue lizard only has two toes on each foot!

The background of this first shot looks like it might be on an iterator structure? There are some support beams but other then that it's just clouds.

The spears that the scavenger is carrying are kind of weird... for one, they're white. And one of them has a large, almost pinecone-shaped tip.

Also they have a crack in their face/mask.

what the pole plant doin

The Watcher doesn't seem to have a nose? That's probably just an art style thing, but I thought I'd mention it. Also their eyes are glowing.

Even the title font has implications. whoa.

For one, more rot. The rot has now made a double appearance and that probably guarantees its significance here...

And plants... Leaves and some vines.

The way that the black screen transitions to a white one is very rot-esce to me. Rot triple appearance...

There seems to be some graffiti on the right side of the final shot? It's obstructed by the visual effects in the foreground, however.

Once again Watcher is depicted without a nose BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT BECAUSE THIS SCREEN HAS IMPLICATIONS

Watcher is floating. Normally I'd mark this off as "cool title screen choice" but they're also surrounded by ECHO PARTICLES.

And the warping around the Watcher and the title? THE OUTMOST RIPPLES HAVE GOLD VEINS RUNNING THROUGH THEM. THE VOID IMPLICATIONS...

And this might be a stretch but the palette of this final image is black and gold... void colors...

OKAY THATS MOST OF THE TRAILER

ONTO THE STEAM DESCRIPTION:

Rain World: The Watcher is a DLC expansion of Rain World. Journey beyond to something, somewhere only ever glimpsed. When the world beneath your feet cracks and crumbles, will you hold on to all you once knew? Or dive into the unknown? The wilds that await will be unlike all that's come before. Unknown creatures stalk and climb and dive and hunt. New breeds rip and pluck and burrow and hide. Predator and prey redefined. And through the middle of it all, a lonely lost slugcat trying their best to outlast the ravages of a warped world.

Do... do I even have to say anything?

THE VOID IMPLICATIONS!! HOLY MOTHER OF SCUGS THE *VOID IMPLICATIONS!!!!*

"Journey beyond to something, somewhere only ever glimpsed. When the world beneath your feet cracks and crumbles, will you hold on to all you once knew? Or dive into the unknown?" YOU READ THIS AND TELL ME THIS DOESN'T HAVE VOID SEA VIBES. Journey BEYOND to something, somewhere only ever glimpsed... it feels very void-y to me. And the talk about the world beneath you crumbling-- holding on to what you once knew or diving into the unknown?? If this somehow ISN'T related to ascension I would be shocked

"And through the middle of it all, a lonely lost slugcat trying their best to outlast the ravages of a warped world." This line about the world being warped, as well... I'm thinking this DLC might either have to do with Rubicon, or have to do with the encroach of the void sea consuming the world from below.

Other then the void implications, it sounds like we'll be seeing some new creatures that could completely redefine the game. I'm excited to see where that goes.

OKAY. SCREENSHOTS. LETS GO.

I know these are from pre-existing mods, but I'm completely unfamiliar with said mods and don't know if any of this means anything. Just wild speculation, pretty much.

Gonna start with these two because they're kinda visually similar. On the left we have desert!!!! Cacti!! Cactuses!!!!! I've seen lots of people calling the image on the right snow, but that doesnt feel right to me. We saw snow in Saint and I do not remember it looking like... that. The first thing that comes to mind for me is Kingdom's Edge from Hollow Knight, and the drifts of ash that pile up there? If this is the case then it confirms several of my lore theories and I would so love that to be the case. There's also a collapsed structure in the back of the "snowy" image, which looks to me a bit like a train car?

Also I've now seen several people calling these milk... and I can't unsee it now...

I've been told by several sources that these screens are from preexisting mods! I think these are from Stormy Coast, Coral Caves, and Aether Ridge? At least that's what I've picked up from searching through other discussions. I don't have too much to comment on here! I think these rooms are cool, and I really like the fans in the Aether Ridge room!

...oh no... acid region..? I don't know why, but this room gives me Shoreline vibes. Also I do not think bubble fruit are supposed to grow that perfectly--

And finally... what I think has the possibility of either being a huge lore thing, or a complete false alarm. Well for starters it's purple

But there are no iterator cans in the background. We're above the clouds here; in every above-the-clouds show from the base game and Downpour, you can see iterators and communication towers off in the distance. There's nothing here. And I don't think this takes place near or after Saint, because there's no confirmed snow. And I think a lot of these structures would be far worse for wear if this were so far in the future that the planet has warmed again. So. Uh. That's pretty odd.

Again, these all might be from mods that I am unfamiliar with, so please correct me if I'm misinterpreting anything!!

AND THAT CONCLUDES MY ANALYSIS FOR NOW!

tl,dr-- This DLC is gonna be crazy. Also void

#rain world #rw nightcat #rw watcher #rw the watcher #rw nightwatcher #rain world the watcher #rw slugcat #rain world theory #I'm sure I missed a ton of stuff so feel free to add on!!#might make a separate post theorizing on some of this...#ramblings #brain rot #oc

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tyeart2003 · 7 days ago

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this story was inspired by Just shapes and beats which is a game made and designed by Berzerk Studio be sure to support lachhh and all the talented people that helped create the game

*~ (T/W VIOLENCE, ABUSE, SMOKING ADICTION, DEATH, FIGHTING TO THE DEATH, CORUPT SOCIETY, IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THIS DO NOT READ) ~* *~backstory~*

When Vega was a kid, he grew up in the deadlands, a part of Paradice still damaged from the first war where not even morals exist. He had to raise his little four-year-old brother Venus when he was six and his parents decided to drop them off and abandon them on the streets. when that happened, he had to beg, steal and barter for what he could get.

It was hard growing up on the streets of the dead lands, but through it all he knew he had one thing to care for and hold close, his little brother. he had to grow up fast and learn quickly, they both did. But wits could not save them for what they would soon endure when they were both taken off the street by a corrupt gang that fights shapes to the death for rich people to gamble on. he was thrown into the ring for the first time as a filler expected to die. But what they didn't take into consideration was that Vega had fought out on the streets since he was little and out of self-defense, he fought the boss shape he was put against, killing them five minutes into the round. He remained there from the ages 6 1/2 to 18 years of age.

He was rescued my Lycanthropy, an Ex-Boss and the Headmaster of BLUE university. Lycanthropy brought him back to Paradice city and immediately began to teach him proper education and gave him a one-way ticket to be enrolled in BLUE. It was then that he began fighting in a more civilized way at the University as the captain of the fight club, but sometimes he'd get scared or worse, mad, and his emotions would take over. Out of desperation and hopes of trying to cope with the trauma, he would smoke and throw himself into his work and hobbies in the fight club, working out at the gym, and staying away from other shapes as much as possible but it would be in vain. because fighting was all he knew how to do, his life depended on it when he was little, and he still felt the aftermath after that. Life seemed to get harder and tougher to deal with as time drew on, but his world would soon be turned upside down by a little hero shape that comes to the university, inadvertently giving him a chance to heal and showing him kindness, that soon turns to something more.

*~Backstory~* Venus when he was a shapeling, looked up to his big brother all the time. he remembered being on the streets with Vega being the only one he could turn to. A dark past in his head that he chooses to ignore and push to the back of his mind. when him and his brother were plucked off the streets and separated, he was put in a different fight with an equally big boss shape and instantly knocked to the ground. it was hopeless and he knew he couldn't win, so when he got the chance, he pried the strainer of the drain open in the middle fight pit where the blood would run down and crawled through the blood-stained pipes.

when he got out, he thought he would be able to find Vega, but no matter how many times he called out Vega's name or looked for him he found nothing. he eventually had to realize that he only had himself to rely on. and at the age of four he began to survive on his own. fighting, biting, stealing, clawing and, surviving in the dead lands alone. one day he came across a shop owner and tried to steal an apple to eat, but he was caught. however instead of being angry with him, the shop owner asked him to draw a logo for the shop and he could have the apple for free. that was his first experience with drawing art, and it was far from the last as he soon came across a graffiti artist and was mesmerized by his work.

when the graffiti artist saw him watching he called Venus over, being that the shape seemed nice, he chose to sit and watch him spray the alley way with color in curiosity and mesmerized awe. The artist gave him a can and it was that moment that he picked it up and began to spray paint and color wherever he went, eventually getting to the point where he started selling his art and being able to make a living on the streets with it. He found his path he could follow and soon that path led him to BLUE university, where he arrived as a first year and began the same year as Rubix. He had no idea what he would see when he got there and at that point, he thought his brother was dead. but that couldn't be further from the truth, as he didn't know it, but he was on the right path to finding his brother and that would come sooner than later.

#jsab art #jsab au #traditional art #traditional drawing #traditional sketch #artists on tumblr #jsab Vega Star #Jsab Venus Star #jsab fanart #jsab #just shapes and beats #jsab oc #just shapes and beats comic #just shapes and beats fanfic #oc lore #lore

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canineriot-fenrir · 2 months ago

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HELLO PARADISE!

Hello to whoever has found my little corner of the internet here, my name is fenrir, i’m the frontman and guitarist of the band Canine Riot, we’re a small punk group from Paradise, AZ. Nice being able to promote my music here!

Don’t be scared to come say hi! I don’t bite, Usually :)

!!Canine riot post!!

Basic Oc info:

Name: Fenrir Knox

Nicknames: Fen, Pup, Puppy

Age: 29

Height: 5’11

Gender/pronouns: Trans male, He/Him

Personality: Unpredictable, Spunky, Bold, Charismatic, egotistical, adventurous, hyperactive, bouncy, energetic

Hobbies: Sewing, Diy, Urbexing, Playing guitar, Exploring abandoned places, Graffiti, playing retro games, Collecting CDs, skateboarding(on occasion)

Blog info:

I would like to keep this blog to be strictly 16+ with not a lot of NSFW. I have pretty bad anxiety, and receiving incredibly suggestive asks will most likely make that spike and I don’t want to stress over my blog, this is for fun! Feel free to do silly flirting with Fenrir, but anything i deem too far will get deleted or blocked based on severity.

Fenrir is an adult, So mature themes will be present(alcohol use, drug use, mental health etc..)

Mod is a self shipper and ships fenrir with dude, if any blog i interact with is uncomfortable with that please let me know, or block me, I don’t mind!

Mod uses he/him pronouns!!

Mod follows from @transfrogwithcoolsocks

Any photos i use in posts will be found on Pinterest.

Go follow my other rp blogs!: @meet-the-trapper-tf2 @redhead-string-shredder @crutches-n-stitches @ultimate-exorcist-chyrche @Darling-idol-hoshiko @aussie-menace-dingo @dutch-bunny-rabbit @Stupid-Fishbait-Moray

Tags:

#Fen post: Fenrir post

#Awoo: Fenrir reblogs

#Whats up puppy?: Answering asks

#Dirty Dog needs to socialise: Rp starters

#Canine Riot: Tag for band

#Dirty Mutt needs friends: Rp tag

#Song recommendation: Songs fenrir likes

#Fanfic Tag: Any posts set in the fanfic the mod is writing

#Stag posting: mod posts

#Stag found this: mod reblogs

#Stag answers: mod asks

#Ship posting: ship tag

Any sensitive topics will be tagged accordingly

This is an oc, this is a made up character for the game Postal(specifically the second game), which covers some sensitive topics too.

Fenrir is apart of a Fanfic the mod is writing, so go and read it when you are able to!

Said fanfic is meant to be separate from canon postal. But you are free to interact in the fanfic settings(just put it in brackets or something!)

Rp info:

Rp will look like this:

Fenrir gives [name] a wide grin, and a thumbs up. “Sounds good man! I’ll see you later on today then.” He then begins to walk off, excited for the rest of the day.

Mod is not the best with remembering to respond so I apologise if I forget about a thread or do not respond to an ask very quickly.

Interact list:

Please do interact:

Postal Rp blogs

Rp blogs in general

Anons

postal dudes/fandudes

Other ocs(from any fandom!)

Nice people

Do not interact:

Basic DNI

Pedophiles

Transphobes/homophobes

Racists

Shooting apologists/ the people who simp for shooters

Creeps

This is all the art of fenrir i have so far!

#postal oc #postal rp blog #rp resources #oc rp #rp blog #postal blog #postal oc rp #postal rp #rp intro #blog intro #oc #oc art #amaury guichon #postal 2 #postal #oc rp blog #oc rp acc #oc blog promo

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year ago

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Hobie Brown's Living Room on the S.S Anne Ark

Hobie's living room on the houseboat complete with graffiti, boatcats, and a juke box he's customed himself.

(In depth explainer below - click for higher rez)

Diane took this photo early in the morning while Hobie was still sleeping upstairs. It seems like Moto the cat is already up. [Light mentions of my Spidersona Disco-Spider Diane below] The S.S Anne Ark (get it- AnArch?) is Hobie's home, and arguably his favorite place in the world.

Gifted to him by an old geezer Hobie used to work for, he's been living on Anne for 4 years now - since he was 16.

And this is his living room.

Hobie is by no means a homebody, but when he is home, he spends most of his time here - reading, writing songs, and listening to music.

The Living Area -

Feel free to imagine a LOT more junk here. The living room floor is always covered with his projects - songbooks, or patches, zines - whatever art he's making then. Cause Hobie is always making art. His couch might as well be older than him - and he found it on a curb in Tower Hamlets, called a few favors, and somehow got it in here. But it's the most comfortable thing you'll ever sit on.

The Music/Recording Area -

Almost every song Hobie has recorded or written in the past 4 years has been here. Hobie keeps most of his music equipment in the wooden cabinet and the good stuff that can't fit gets put on display. There's a microphone rigged to the ceiling and mixing equipment for recording. Hobie's motto is the louder the better, and it's a good thing the windows are re-enforced, because his speakers are loud enough to make the glass rattle. There's also a vintage jukebox that Hobie had bartered for a couple years back. Now, he loves tickering with it. He's swapped out the old 50's songs for something more his taste tho.

The Kitchen Area -

Hobie can cook, and he loves it, but being a street kid for so long, he's hardly ever gotten in the habit of doing it. Hobie's kitchen is sparce, partly because the boat is off the grid. His cupboards are mainly full of books and shoes, and his oven is rarely used. However, he has a grill on the back deck - and that's where he does most of his cooking. Once Gwendy came around, Hobie got a lot more into cooking, the kid seemed like she needed a homecooked meal. Hobie mainly eats cheap street food - street kid habits -frequenting fish n' chip places and kebab shops, and yeah, he calls the dude behind the counter 'boss' or something. He also eats a lot of food from convivence stores, like packaged sandwiches and cold pastas. Because they're easy to carry, and when he was younger, they were (literal) life-savers. The taste gives him nostalgia. The thing he makes most in the kitchen is beans on toast. Diane finds it disgusting, which Hobie finds hilarious.

The BoatCats

Hobie is a man of many cats. He looks after the dock and alley cats, catching fish on early mornings (yes, he fishes) to give to them before he has breakfast. All of them have names, and none of them have collars. And Hobie loves them all. Those that are a bit older, weaker, or just want to - get to come live with him as BoatCats. Pictured here: Left - Moto (Personality: Feisty, Calm, Curious) Right - Pierogi, also known as Rogi (Personality: Cuddly, Talkative, Friendly) Hobie does not care much for their genders, and doesn't check.

More about The S.S Anne Ark (I'll be posting an explainer with the outside, layout, etc)

The S.S Anne Ark is a modified wide-beam canal boat. Completely off-the-grid, and DIY'd by him, it's Hobie's pride and joy. The Anne Ark is three levels tall - a 'ground' floor, and upstairs, and a locked basement below the deck. Pictured is the living room. To the left - beside the windows - there is a hallway that leads to Hobie's workshop and the basement Hobie choses to firmly keep private. Not even Gwen, Pavi or Diane have been down there. To the right behind the cat tree is the stairs up to Hobie's bedroom. (You walk up those stairs, hit the landing, turn and go up again.) The Anne Ark has two 'bedrooms' and one 'bathroom'. Hobie's bedroom is what was once the control room, gutted and converted. The second bedroom was once a small equipment space. The small bathroom is up there as well - but it's more of a wet room, with a shower and toilet. There's a sink to wash your hands on the second floor outdoor deck, but it's either that or the kitchen sink.

But that's Anne Ark! And after years of squatting and homelessness as a streetkid, Hobie considers Anne his forever home. And he takes pride in that.

He tries pride in opening Anne's doors for others too - kids in the same spot he was, who just need a little help.

Other little facts about Anne Ark:

Hobie's leather jacket is on the couch. He has multiple, he can't be walking around in the same jacket as Spiderpunk 24/7, right? He has a couple, and the ones he stops wearing, he donates. He usually starts a new one when the last is too cover in patches to continue.

The Anne Ark changes colors.

Diane throws rager after-parties on Anne Ark after the band's shows. She has her own apartment she loves to death, and doesn't sleep over often - maybe staying a weekend or two a month, or crashing after a party. In turn, Hobie hardly ever sleeps at hers. Mainly because her place is merticulously pink, and she says he messes up her throw pillows. He disagrees with the idea of unusable pillows. And with her own crib and bed a portal jump away, they don't feel the need to bunk together. Non-conventional relationship and all that. [Insert scene of Barbie being like 'why would you wanna stay over?? :) This is MY dreamhouse lol <3 ]

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So uhhhhh, that's his living room.

I tried to get it as genuinely close how it looks in me paracosm (i JUST learned that word), based on how Diane sees it. All of this is based off of headcanon and I see it when I'm in the space.

Some things may be left out for sake of space and simplicity - but this is mainly it - as accurately as I could reasonably get it.

If you read this far, THANK YOU - I really appreciate it and it genuinely means a lot! As usual, you will take this photo of Hobie, and pretend this is normal behavior.

Bye.

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ssspork · 14 days ago

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@kenshin1340

Huagh I got it done *cheers* (it took kinda long cuz I was studying the only days were I’d be able to draw for a long time. Today I just had more free time so I got lucky), as I was re-reading the dream sequence (for details) I realized WAY too late, the graffiti isn’t mentioned I don’t think. I got it mixed up with the PAINT. and I realized that, AS I WAS DRAWING THE GRAFFITI. and was like “uh oh. I have too much empty space” that was on me😭 y’all I was so out of it while reading that

ACTUALLY THE SAME THING HAPPENED WITH THE LIGHTERS. I thought they were glow sticks till I reread it (which I feel like is some type of metaphor. Like lighters instead of glow sticks? That’s suspicious)

So the bottom bit was meant to be the background, like the ball is coming out of the art, but Tumblr is allergic to joy and whimsy, so when I put down the transparent part, it just came as white. So I’ve included 2 images, 1 for dark mode and 1 for light💔

No speedpaint bc I don’t have CapCut (TikTok ban) to add music, and I don’t think any1 cares to watch like 2-3 minutes of silence

Anyways, I’ve realized i was like, super tired when reading bc how did I think the ball was meant to be Lux😭 she passes it TO Lux, the ball’s Zeri, it’s literally green in text. I’m not too sure how that metaphor works with her passing the ball to others, and eventually to Lux who scores. I feel like it’s foreshadowing, like Jinx will trust Lux with caring for Zeri, or helping with her? Allowing her to be family. Because of the ball being her, she’s getting shielded by Jinx in image.

Also Jinx’s number is ten, bc Jinx in arcane has a lot of Xs, and X in Roman numerals is 10 (like how VI’s tattoo looks like a Roman numeral)

Also the paint is yellow bc it’s like, a combination of Lux and Jinx-Jinx:paint, Lux:yellow(gold) yn?

Also Jinx’s bed has the depths of what appears to be HER. Like her weight in the bed making it sink. Cuz she’s sleeping but she’s not bc she’s playing basketball. (Tho I don’t believe Jinx would sleep so stiffly)

There isn’t as many hidden metaphors in this as the others, as I don’t really know what this is going to mean in the future, or what exactly this shows. This is my fault tbh(reading the chapter when like half my brain was working) but I have this sneaking suspicion that in the future I’m going to go “OHHHHHH SO THATS WHAT. Okay!” When the foreshadow foreshadows.

#art #fan art #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx x lux #lightcannon #fanfiction #zeri league of legends #lux league of legends #luxanna crownguard

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chil-aglia · 24 days ago

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𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

Paranoia

Be sure to read the tags on my Ao3 so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into.

Art is done by me, but PLEASE feel free to make your own art and idk tag me in it or something—

HEYYYY I’m back. Holiday was fun, but now…back to work *cracks knuckles* hope y’all enjoy this!

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A few days after Giovanni’s first topside experience went by, and each day when the boys went out on patrol, Giovanni came along. They figured it was safe enough to let Giovanni see more of New York, the poor guy had barely seen the outside world, so they wanted him to see everything they could provide.

Giovanni was grateful for his family for bringing him out. He was anxious a few times, thinking he was being a burden, a nuisance to their work, but they kept assuring him that wasn’t the case. Giovanni had also made sure to ask about this Big Mama that they briefly spoke about a few nights ago when they stopped the henchmen from the robbery.

It was an awkward conversation, but they explained who she was. How she kidnapped their father and forced him to battle in a gladiator ring known as the Battle Nexus. She was a spider (quite literally) and was manipulative.

Not only that, but she also owns a hotel for yokai kind, calling it the Nexus hotel. Giovanni recalled seeing a building with the sign reading Nexus once or twice when he was patrolling with his brothers, but he didn’t connect the dots until they explained it.

“I see. So…stay away from the hotel basically?” He inquired, earning firm nods from his younger siblings, “Yeah, pretty much. We try to also avoid her as much as possible. But sometimes she’ll be involved with something that we are already investigating.” Leo groans out, recalling past interactions with Big Mama.

”I also have another question. It’s not quite relating to Big Mama but…I was wondering, when can I see New York during the day?”

His curious question caught them off guard. It was instantly followed by clear shaking heads and audible “no’s” from everyone. “Sorry hermano. But going out in the day is a bad idea. Sure, we use to do that, but ever since the invasion, we find it best to just go out at night.” Leo explains, smiling tightly as he plays it off calm and collected with an air of his usual confidence.

Giovanni frowns a bit. He knew it probably childish to be acting like this, but he was curious about the city in the day. However, he also understood their concerns, he knew that while they were friends with only a few selected humans, the rest of world can’t see them.

“Okay. Sorry, didn’t mean to overstep.” He apologised, glancing down as his brothers gather around him, Raph placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s all right. Your simply curious is all. It’s understandable considering everything.” He assured, letting his older brother know that no one was mad and that they understood.

Giovanni gave a tiny smile in appreciation, but he still couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

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It was dark out, and as per usual, the brothers were out at night, jumping from roof to roof and over all patrolling. Though besides a few robberies and teens graffitiing the streets, there wasn’t much happening. Giovanni didn’t mind, it just meant he got to explore more without being interrupted by a fight.

Fighting was still relatively new to him. He would avoid it if he could, which seemed to be happening quite a bit, his brothers picking up the slack. Not that Giovanni was purposely slacking off. He wasn’t much of a fighter, he only blocked and deflected attacks, hardly being the one to be on the offense.

Leo assured that it was fine, that the gang could use someone like that on the team. But to Giovanni, he felt useless. What was the point of having a weapon and learning how to punch and kick and be an overall ninja if he barely uses it when it’s needed.

Maybe I really am just a nuisance.

He sighs softly, his brothers were chilling and chatting amongst themselves, Mikey and Leo hanging up on a water tower as Donnie and Raph stood not far. Giovanni smiled lightly at his brothers before he calmly turns his gaze to the streets. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Just merely observing.

He hums lightly, his heterochromia eyes scanning the area, before he stops at a dark alley. There was something there. Something he couldn’t quite make out.

Giovanni walks a little close to the edge, leaning forward slightly and squinting eyes at the alley across the street. Was that a person? Weird, why would a random human be standing in the dark alley alone in the middle of the night—

Wait…this person. A man—was wearing a familiar suit. Sunglasses hiding his eyes. Pale skin. Short black hair…

Giovanni felt his body froze in place. He knew that man. Or at least he looked scarily familiar to someone he knew.

No…it can’t be.

The figure was staring right at him. The expression barely changing. He was watching. Watching Giovanni like a hawk.

Why is he here? He can’t be here!

Panic rises, his breathing quickening as could feel himself gaining tunnel vision. Shit was he going to pass out?

He used whatever power he had in himself to look away, closing his eyes tightly as he recouped himself out of the panic state, he was starting to go in. When he opens his eyes and looked back with hesitance to see if he was there…he was met with a blank spot.

No sign of anyone nearby. No man. No vehicle. Nothing.

Despite it all, Giovanni was now on edge. It was highly possible that it was just his imagination, why he would even think about them was a mystery. But he didn’t want to risk being out anymore. Not tonight.

He looks to his brothers, neither of them had realised what had happened. And he wanted it to stay that way. He walks over and shyly poked Raph who blinks and looked back, giving him a smile.

”What’s up?”

”I want to go home now.” Giovanni bluntly states, shocking not just Raph, but the others who were in earshot. “Go home? Are you all right?” Mikey was quick to interrogate out of concern, he didn’t want to worry his siblings, so he gave his best assuring look.

”Yeah, just tired is all.”

Leo hums and nods, “All right. We’ve been out long enough anyway. Time to hit the hay!”

Donnie scoffs playfully, rolling his eyes as Mikey jumps off the water tower. “Says you, the insomniac of the family.” Donnie sassed out, making Leo chuckled cheekily as the twins walk off together, Leo purposely getting into Donnie’s space as the soft shell used his bō to push Leo away.

Giovanni follows his brother, instinctively keeping close to at least one of them for a sense of security. He gave a hesitant look back, the paranoia still fresh in his mind as he hurried home.

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Dreaming nice things was tough. Almost impossible for Giovanni who twisting and turning in the med bay bed. The lights were off, and it was quiet. Too quiet.

Giovanni had his eyes closed. He wishes he was dreaming about the things that made him feel happy. Things he liked. His family.

But all he got was nightmares—memories— eating away at him.

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A desperate grunt echoed through the room, squish pink vines were strangling Giovanni who was covered in bruises and scratches. Fresh blood visible on his body as he lays limply in the vines.

Sister Krang annoyingly laughing at him as she circled the mutant. “Come on…don’t hold back your noises. It’s how we can tell if you’re alive.” She taunts, poking teasingly at Giovanni who flinched as he subconsciously tried to move away from the touch.

He whimpers in pain. He was being tortured again by these three. They found him sleeping in a cave and dragged him back to their little wrecked spaceship that they use to do whatever they felt like doing.

Sister Krang insisted on having her fun. Prime and Brother Krang didn’t stop her.

She had her way with him, strangling him, throwing him around, pinning him down and using her tentacles to see through his mind, giving him the hallucinations of being free before showing him the truth that he was forever with them.

”Think he’s had enough?” Prime spoke up, slithering his way to the other side of Giovanni who refused to look at him. That and if he did, he might just vomit.

”Not enough if you ask me. You know how much I enjoy our pet here.”

Pet…right, that’s what he was to them.

“Very well. Be sure to not kill him.” Prime replied as he scurried off, the third Krang brother silently following as Giovanni shook in fear. He was stuck.

Stuck with her.

Sister Krang chuckled lowly, her slithery tentacles sliding up his plastron and gripping his head, forcing him to look at her as he stared wide eyed in horror.

“Let’s see how much your body can tolerate being struck with sharp glass from our ship…”

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Giovanni grips at the bed sheets, sweat dripping down as he pants, turning his head to the side as another memory pops up.

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“AAAHH!”

Giovanni felt his throat becoming raw as he arched his back in the strings of the tentacle vines that held him on the floor. Prime was smirking in amusement, his own tentacles embracing the mutants head. Messing with his mind.

Giving him pain in a mental way.

Giovanni gasps, fingers twitching as he felt his body being ripped apart. “Stop it! Stop it! Hurts!” He begged over and over, but it never stopped.

Tears spilling from his eyes as he choked out multiple begs at a time.

“I’m sorry! Let me go! I won’t run away! I’ll be good. It hurts!”

Prime hums in mocking thought before he eventually released Giovanni, letting him collapse on the floor as the vines loosened their grip and slithered away from Giovanni who coughs, drool escaping his mouth and eyes wide, he curls up, hands clutching his stomach securely.

He still had his body together. None of his insides were spilling on the floor. He had his blood still inside his body.

He was alive.

He coughs once more, breathing uneven as he tried to calm down. He slowly lifted his head up, a little dazed from the mind torture he experienced as Prime smiled sinisterly at him.

”Don’t get comfortable vermin…we have all the time in the world.”

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Giovanni was now clawing at the blanket. Drool slightly escaping his mouth, as though he is somewhat re-experiencing the pain.

This time, he dreamt of something else. Not Krang. It was blurry…but bits and pieces were flooding in. It was him as a child.

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“—up the dosage, unless you want him kicking and screaming again.”

What?

His body felt heavy, he felt sleepy, but he was fighting whatever he was given to stay awake. He moved slightly, his wrists were restrained, and he was becoming more aware.

He was strapped down in the familiar cold table. Arms and legs tied with metal bars as he looks around, eyes slowly adjusting as he winced at the bright light and voices of the doctors.

”He’s fighting off the medicine…”

Medicine?

”—we shall look into that. For now, continue with getting the DNA.”

Giovanni whimpered in distress, he felt off. As he slightly made out a couple of figures. Lab coats and men in suits.

Before he could ask what was going on, he felt a painful pinch in his neck. He gasps and cries out, thrashing about, his arms and legs hurting from rubbing against the restraints.

He knew what the pinch was. Needles.

They used needles on him a lot. He didn’t like it. He hated it. It hurts him.

“Chirp!”

He hiccupped out a begging chirp, the needle leaving his neck to give him time to adjust before re-entering at a different spot.

”Chirp! Chirp!”

A hand cupped his cheek, making Giovanni sniffled as he tried to focus on the person holding his face. “It’ll be over soon.” The voice assured. It was a man’s voice, and even though it was obvious he was irritated, Giovanni felt some kind of safety from him.

“…no more…please…”

He was cut off when this time, his mouth was forced open, making him pant heavily in distress as something metallic and cold went inside his mouth, pulling at his teeth.

He gags in response. He couldn’t speak now, but he made other noises to show his discomfort. But they ignored him. Pulling out at least two teeth.

The man that was once cupping his face had let him go. Giovanni was tired. His eyes blurry as tried to concentrate on the men in the suits, they were talking amongst themselves, but he couldn't hear.

He had passed out on the metallic table.

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When he woke up the next day, Giovanni was completely drained. The hallucination of last night of who he saw must’ve spooked him really good. His vivid nightmares were haunting him in the back of his mind.

But he couldn’t worry his family. This was his problem. Not theirs.

He walks over to the kitchen, seeing Mikey cooking up breakfast as the others gather around the table, talking to each other, Leo teasing Donnie who sassed back at him. Raph was sighing at his brothers, but he wasn’t stopping them.

”Oh, good morning my son. Sleep well?” Splinter notices his oldest first, frowning instantly when he saw the state of Giovanni who tried to focus on his father.

“I slept okay…still tired though.”

”We all have those days. I know I do!” Leo jokes, only for Donnie to make his own comment towards his twin. “Like you ever sleep.”

”Uh, excuse you, you’re one to talk!”

Giovanni pushed back their voices, walking closer to the table as he was starving. Maybe some food will help him forget about last night.

He was about to walk past the kitchen island but stopped when he flinched. On the ground he saw pink tentacles, lurking around the corner.

No! How are they here?!

He yelps, startling everyone who jumped at his sudden shout. “Whoa, whoa. What happened?” Leo was quick to respond, getting up and making his way to Giovanni’s side who stared wide eyed at the floor.

When he blinked, he saw that the tentacles were gone and on the ground was a pink cloth that Mikey must’ve dropped when he was cleaning dishes at one point.

He looks over at his family who were giving him a concern look. “S-sorry. Sorry…I thought…it’s nothing. I’m okay.” He breathed out, he couldn’t form a sentence but now he was feeling girly for making them worry.

”My son, if something is troubling you, we are here to help.” Splinter softly assured but Giovanni nods quickly, he didn’t want to talk about it.

“I know. And I’m sorry if I scared anyone…”

He backs up, giving an apologetic look as he walks away. He was no longer feeling hungry. He just needed to distract himself. So, he went to the living room, sitting on his designated bean bag and watched the screen on the TV.

He didn’t know what was on, but it was slowly helping. He was relaxing for a moment, until a scene of a few men in suits came on screen.

He froze once more, eyes wide open as one of the characters looked scarily familiar to one of the men he briefly recalled in his dream and from the alleyway.

He shakes his head, quickly turning off the TV as he hunched forward. He was feeling sick again.

No, hold it together. It’s just the paranoia. I’m safe…

His lips tremble as he gets up and hastily walked off towards the exit of the lair. But he didn’t get far, he stood and looked ahead. He wasn’t allowed to leave by himself, and he wasn’t allowed out during the daytime.

He felt suffocated. But he couldn’t disobey his family. So, he walks back to the living room and sat back down. He didn’t turn the screen on, he just sat in silence.

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Later that night, he did something that he thought he would never do.

Sneak out while everyone was sleeping. It was a day off from patrols, so his brothers were fast asleep or chilling in their rooms. Giovanni was good at keeping his noise to a level of silence. He had tons of experience on sneaking around, thanks to his time in the prison dimension, he snuck around a lot to not be caught.

He made his way to the exit, climbing up the ladder and lifting the manhole cover off. He felt wind briefly when he poked his hand up. He hesitated but forced himself to pull himself out the hole. He then placed the cover back over the top, as he looked around the alley, he found himself all alone in.

It was strange, being out by himself. No doubt he’d get in serious trouble with his family if they ever found out. So, he only had to keep this a secret.

It wasn’t like he was going to venture out too far. He just needed fresh air to clear his head. He really needed it.

He steps forward and took another step. His legs taking him to who knows where. But he just kept walking, making his way up a fire escape and scaling the rooftops as he would normally do now with his brothers when they were out together.

Plus, he could actually take in any sights he couldn’t properly look at without the rush from the others.

He didn’t realise where his legs decided to take him to until he came to a halt and stared at the building ahead. The Nexus hotel.

He blinks, looking around in confusion. Why did he decide to go here? As far as he was concerned, he only saw this building from the distance. His brothers made sure to not go near this place.

Giovanni rubs his neck, hoping it would release any tension he was feeling. He glances down, crouching on the roof as he witnesses a couple of yokai walking into the hotel. That confused him.

If this Big Mama was as dangerous as his brothers made her out to be, then why would yokai’s all kind head straight into her building? It seemed safe enough from his eyes.

He bites his lip, before exhaling as he jumps down the roof, landing on the ground and inching closer to the hotel front door. He walks in, expecting to be greeted with danger, but instead…it was just your usual hotel lobby, aside from the yokai’s, it was basically normal.

He blinks, looking around. No one so much as batted an eye to him.

He heard a ding, catching his attention as he looks over to an elevator. He walks over and gently placed his fingers against the buttons.

Maybe he should leave…he was already going to be in trouble if his family found out he snuck out by himself.

But the more he stared, the more he wanted to explore. This was his chance to take his own time in seeing what’s new. So he presses the button the doors open to invite himself.

He hesitantly strolls in, watching the automatic doors shut as he looks at the button panel. He presses a random one, watching it light up. He got startled when the elevator began moving up, he gripped onto his sword in comfort as he waits anxiously for the movement to stop.

When it did, he steps out the elevator. He was in a different place now. A corridor with multiple rooms lined up. Right, this was a hotel, this was normal.

He walks, following the direction of the floor. He took note of the doors and their numbers.

He stops when he saw a portal at the end of the hallway. On top there was a sign that read Battle Nexus. He winced slightly, taking a step back. From what he heard from his brothers, the battle nexus was quite the horrific spectacle. Watching others fight each other to the death sometimes.

He shuddered and moved along.

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He had been exploring this place for what felt like hours. He came across another room that reminded him of a bar. A very large one where yokai’s would sit down, get a drink and watch a sphere showing the battle nexus.

He didn’t go inside.

He came across no danger whatsoever. Which had eased his worries. He didn’t understand why on earth his siblings were cautious of this place. He hasn’t even come across this Big Mama either.

The most he saw were bellhops. And they didn’t pay him any mind either.

He figured he should head back home. It was no doubt late and he had to be back before anyone was awake. Unless he wanted to deal with the multiple questions from the others.

Ge stops, turning on his heel and starts walking back towards the elevator. But as he moves, he heard pounding against the floor, fast, and powerful. He tilts his head and looks back behind, only to gasp when a large dog was charging at him, their eyes red and singled on him.

His body told him to run. And he listens. He takes off in a sprint, trying to ignore the vicious barking of whatever that dog thing was. He turns left down the wall, bumping into the wall but kept his balance. He pants, hearing the beast getting closer and closer.

Giovanni was slow.

With a startled cry of surprise, Giovanni was pounced on and pinned to the floor. He grunts and turns to lay on his shell, staring up at his captor. He felt his body froze.

This beast…it reminded him too much of the Krang mutts he had been forced to face with a few times. The red eyes, the growling. The overall presence.

Am I back in the prison dimension?

He shakes as the canine leans in and sniffs. Giovanni, closed his eyes, turning his head to the side to not face it.

”Gus, what are you doing to our guest?”

A woman spoke up, making both Giovanni and this beast—Gus— look over at her. Gus, hops off Giovanni who breathed out in relief, panting heavily to calm down as he slowly sits up.

”Big Mama! I smelt the stench of those turtle dudes. I followed it and I came across this guy!” Gus, who didn’t seem all that terrifying anymore was wagging his tail in accomplishment. “Although, I don’t think he’s one that we’ve met before. He’s got a totally different smell to him as well.”

Giovanni gazed over to the woman. She was staring him down in curiosity.

This is Big Mama? The spider lady?

While Giovanni knew she wasn’t human, given her skin tone and overall vibe. He didn’t see her to be threatening.

”Oh? Another turtlyboo?”

Turtlyboo?

Big Mama waltzed over and offered her hand for him to take. “I do apologise for Gus. I hope he didn’t frighten you.”

Giovanni reached out with hesitation as he allows himself to be lifted off the ground. Big Mama smiles before giving a brief glare at Gus who whimpered at the stare. “I’ll be sure to give him a few words.”

She turns her attention back to Giovanni, taking in his appearance. “Although, I am curious. Are perhaps in relation to the others? To my Snuggle Muffin Beefcake?” She asks in utter curious, her eyes practically sparkling.

”…your who?”

Giovanni didn’t know this Snuggle Muffin Beefcake that she mentioned. But when she frowned with a slight narrow of her eyes, he came to the conclusion that she was talking about Splinter.

”I’m his oldest son….” He mumbled, his hand clutching the handle of his sword. “Oldest son? So, Lou has another child. How strange, I haven’t heard of you until now.” Big Mama hums in thought and curiosity. “I was trapped…in a dimension for most of my life. I only recently discovered about my family.” He responds, he didn’t want to risk getting on her bad side.

”Oh you poor thing. What is your name again?”

”…Giovanni.”

”Giovanni. You are free to come and go as you please in Big Mama’s hotel. Anyone in relation to Lou, is welcomed here. Please, do tell your brothers the same thing.”

She smiles warmly as she began leading Giovanni away to the elevator. “Best be off. I’ll keep this little chat a secret between us. My guess is that you snuck out?” She smirks as Giovanni gulps and hesitantly nodded in confirmation.

”Thank you…”

”Get home safe!”

The elevator doors closed as Big Mama waited for a moment before she placed a hand on her cheek, grinning to herself.

“So, another turtle is on the streets. Lou’s older son? Yes…he’s quite the interesting mutant. I look forward to seeing more of him.”

She chuckles darkly before turning away and walking off.

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Sorry for the wait! I had some difficulty writing this, but I think it turned out okay. Hopefully—

I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE PRETTY FAST AND OFTEN DON’T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER. THEN I’D TRY AND FIX ANY MISTAKES WHEN I SEE ONE.

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moralesmilesanhour · 2 years ago

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miles g headcanons/speculation...2!!

was discussing with friends about what miles g's backstory could've been like so here you go lol (also someone asked me to write more earth 42 miles...this is for u!)

He was at the same internship that Gwen said she was doing in the first film, he can be seen doing work during the Spot sequence (I think)

As a result, Miles is likely aware of the multiverse and is aware of how it works

This is how I think he was able to deduce that 1610 Miles is the version of him that he was meant to become, and that he was from another dimension

It'd be so funny if he spent the next film bein a hater about it. I'd be mad as hell too 🤷🏾‍♀️

Building on what I said before about Miles G having darker music tastes: since 1610 Miles has artists like Jaden Smith and Swae Lee on his playlist via the soundtrack for itsv, I think 42 Miles would enjoy emo trap since that sound/style of singing is adjacent

He likes paramore because I said so

Sad bachata music and melancholy soul music from the 70s

Idk this Miles just gives "closeted alt kid" to me (I'm definitely not projecting)

Smartest kid at Brooklyn Middle, kind of a #loner

Everyone is saying he looks older than 1610 Miles but I honestly think he just wears clothes with a sleeker, more angular silhouette 😭

IF he's still at school. He probably doesn't go to Visions and just stayed in his neighborhood

OR if he does stay at Visions, he's only doing it for his dad

Something in me wants to pin Miles G as a future architecture major, using his art skills to design and build things with graffiti becoming more and more of a side hustle

If 1610 Miles is an artist, 42 Miles is an inventor

Has all types of gadgets in his room

Thee robotics club champion if there is one in his dimension

One thing both Miles have in common is that they like to customize their sneakers. All of Miles G's sneakers light up I fear

That's all! Feel free to add your input in the tags or my ask box (requests are closed but discussions are not 🤭). Thanks for reading :)

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #prowler!miles #spiderman across the spiderverse #moralesanhour #earth 42 miles headcanons

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mapplesand · 3 months ago

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my ocs digital footprint is probably hell on earth so let's dive into that for fun lol

they're all pretty active on various social media (instagram, tik tok, twitter, tumblr, reddit ect)

Marco

most of the time it's instagram because everyone in their grade follow each others and Marco is an avid stalkers (mostly to girls)

his first account was banned and he keeps getting suspended or restricted on the one he's using since middle school, he mainly post memes or pictures where you barely see him (like guns he stole to his father and you just see his camo pants and combat boots so you know it's him), the memes are just well, edgy boy humor filled with the dumb horny posting about anime girls

don't go through who he follows, it's a mix of girls from his middle school, girls he knows are in his grade and popular model/onlyfan models (and there's also memes account and shit like that)

his twitter is a lot like that but he's just rambling about dumb shit and tweets about whatever he thinks is pissing him off at the moment, then there's the heavy rt of anime girls, his likes are even worse he's probably happy that no one can see them anymore and he probably likes even more fucked up shit there

Tristan is the only one who replies to what he posts and they often bicker about the dumb shit the other put in their timeline

then there's reddit, because of course Marco is a redditor, that's where he get his memes from, he's not really active per say but sometimes he complains about stuff

here's a list of the subreddit he follows and yes I did browse through reddit for 2 hours mindlessly to find all of them because i have too much free time

then he has tumblr because Tristan uses it and he wanted to test it for himself (he thinks tumblr is the gay equivalent of twitter) he probably just post on tcc even if Tristan tells him not to do that or he'll get banned but he thinks it's funny so he does it anyway

and finally again because of Tristan, he uses AO3 and read fucked up shit on there, probably stuff tagged with "dead dove, no not eat" you probably don't wanna know what he's up to

Tristan

he's less active and more of a lurker, on instagram at least, he's only there to follow artists and probably only post pictures of nature or dumb things like rocks or graffitis on walls idk

only rt drawings on twitter and replies to Marco to complain about the porn he sees on his tl because of him, thing is twitter is also his hideout for following more furry artist and well nsfw artists so Marco is gonna make fun of him for that lol

definitely more active on tumblr tho, he just reblogs a lot of stuff but still gains a pretty average following, he reblogs fanarts and stuff he thinks is funny or relatable, he sometimes lurks on the "evil side" of tumblr as he calls it because of morbid curiosity but stops when it feels too depressing

and then he's a big fanfic reader so of course AO3 is on his top 3 website that he uses a lot, he's embarrassed to admit that he read a lot of smut in there and will never let see anyone his bookmarks

he's just pretty normal with his relationship to social media honestly

Josh

he's just a normal guy who uses instagram and tik tok, he probably has snapchat, whatsapp and you know, stuff that normal people uses

he doesn't have any quirks he post on his stories about parties he's in and that's basically it

Tyler

doesn't post much apart from his drawings on instagram, he follows everyone because David just shows up in his dms and is like "hi tyler if you need to find anyone i follow everyone so i can give you anyone's contact if you need it for group projects !" (David is self proclaimed class representative) so Tyler just wanders on people's profile and well, it's a pretty bad look but he doesnt stalk people on purpose

he probably doesn't do anything on social media, you probably wouldn't know it's him if you dont know him

I do think he has reddit but again it's only about informational stuff (psychology and bombs mainly) or art

when he starts talking to Tristan i'm sure he's gonna both make a tumblr account AND an AO3 account, he knows about it because of Carmen but they probably both push him towards the fandom side of the internet even if he doesnt understand anything

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reds-ultrakill-brainrot · 1 year ago

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Universal Heacanons

character headcanons that are included in my other works (included V1, V2, Gabriel)

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V1 - is unable to speak. they were not programmed with speach in mind due to being a model for war, they are able to understand most languages but do not have any form of voice box - as previously stated they enjoy painting with blood. in a form one might compare to graffiti they tend to paint as a way of tracking where they have been, and for their own enjoyment - their enjoyment of art and painting started as a method of self expression and a form of connection to their creators, as this particular V1 model had only ever seen a handful of humans before arriving in hell - can record and capture photos of things they see, this was yet another vestige from their original purpose. they often record fights with more notable opponents for reference in subsequent battles

V2 - is not inherently programmed with the ability to speak but is equipped with a voice box. i imagine that they were at one time planned to speak however it was not finalised in this model. there are however vestigial limbs of that design plan, and if sounds are uploaded they would be able to speak - after a certain amount of time in hell they do find a way to synthesise speech. it is a bit janky, but once they find a way to speak they don't stop. literally. please shut them up dear god - similar to V1 they have the ability to capture photos of what they see, however their ability to record was removed from this model due to privacy concerns. Unlike V1 V2 rarely takes photos of things, they are still intent that they are leaving hell and want as few reminders of the place as possible - they contain many images and pages of information about human cultures in their databanks which was intended to better inform them about the humans they would be guarding and interacting with, helping them serve their role as bodyguards or security

Gabriel - while i always love seeing other's interpretations of what Gabriel's face look like i do not believe that he has one in a traditional sense. i believe that the armour he wears is actually part of his form, and that removing it would be a sort of beheading him - before his fight with V1 he disliked the sight of blood and gore and avoided being around it as much as he could. it is not as if he couldn't stand it, he simple didn't like to be reminded of the realities of what Heaven's justice looked like for the average person. after his fall from grace, he is no longer phased by it, if anything prefering it to clean surroundings as a reminder to himself that he did the right thing - with the father's light Gabriel was technically immortal, as long as there was some part of him left he would eventually ressurect. as a soldier of god he was designed to be able to fight evil, unlike the council members (which is how they were able to be killed so easily) TW Self Harm v - has not been given many positive ways of dealing with traumatic situations and as such has resorted to using battle as a form of self harm. he sees his physical wounds as a karmic payment for his misdoings ^

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many thanks for reading, i will endeavor to update this with my headcanons for other characters where i am able to. as always feel free to send your own headcanons in, i love learning about how others interpret the same characters

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livealittleoc-cb · 2 years ago

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The Magics Spell 🪄 [Daily Tasks]

[Greyson on a typical day likes to rearrange his bookshelves a lot, if they’re not by color code, they’re alphabetically organized. He always has a new organization for his books he can’t choose.]

🐉: *placing another pile of books down* Time to arrange all of these books~ *pops his back* ugh but how is the real question now…

[Emilia always has a new recipe in mind be it for potions, enchanted syrups and foods or new spells to try. She’s constantly at her brewery when she’s not working at Club Luna!]

🍹: Hmm…some strawberries, blueberries and raspberries from the enchanted forest should be good~ *smiles writing stuff down and mixing some herbs*

[Jooheon is always writing or working. His textbooks have annotations, any book he’s reading for fun has annotations and any book for work has annotations. Annotating is important and necessary to him to keep him organized so it’s become a daily task and habit.]

✨: So he wasn’t at the crime scene before the crime… *writes something down while mumbling* Then where was he?! *blinks looking down at his book, pushing his reading glasses up*

[When not at the Weather Tower Diego is the designated babysitter in his family and family friends. He understands Ari’s struggles the most whenever he gets asked my his aunts to take care of his baby cousins.]

☔️: Heyyy! Antonio! Stop running, you’re going to slip and fall! *sighs jogging after the baby* I made you puddles to jump in not run, cariño!~ *picks up the baby*

💧: *squeals with a laugh and giggle*

[Bonnie when not at work she’s in her greenhouse taking care of her baby plants and making sure they’re all big and strong. Being half a forest nymph being surrounded my plants is also a good energy boost for her in the long run!]

🌱: Come on now you wee little plant baby, I need you to stand straight and tall *tying a bean sprout plant with a stick to keep it up tall* Now m’eudail [my darling] I’m going to water you~ *walks to get a watering can*

[Leo goes to the gym every single day but normally he mostly does weights or sparring. It’s a bit more mandatory or royal guards to go to the gym constantly but Leo also just enjoys going to keep in shape. He picked up boxing along the way and now it’s become apart of his daily routine.]

🎐: *stretching his neck as he lets out a breath* Gods I should have stretched more before starting… *grumbles as he starts re-taping his hands*

[Ace is on a daily bases doing Cupid duties but when he’s not he’s in his tailoring shop! He enjoys sewing and making outfits so he’s constantly there making new clothing patterns, looking at new fabrics and making himself outfits!]

♥️: Hmm! *bounces while switching between fabrics on the mannequin* I think this dress calls for some nice white silks and tulle! *runs off to get more fabric*

[Skyler is a gallery artist along with being an illustrator and comic artist, he also likes doing graffiti art on his free time. He’s typically working on things for gallery showcases and exhibitions so he can be found in his studio painting unless his epilepsy is triggered. He sings a lot when working and sounds like a literal angel.]

☁️: *cleaning off his paintbrushes while singing to himself*

[Marci is constantly at work. They’re always chasing the bag and will always be found at the hair salon they work at!~]

🕯️: *blow drying a customer’s hair* You’re looking so pretty! The dye you got today fits you so perfectly dear!

[Being a princess Lelani has a lot of stuff to do which includes a lot of fancy gatherings with other kingdoms, big fluffy dresses and lots of talking. She hates having to do it but it’s the only way her moms would let her out of the castle to do normal witch stuff!]

❄️: *sighing and whines* Why todayyyy! *whines more* my feet hurt and this dress is so puffy *huffs with a pout and crossed arms*

[When Angel isn’t streaming they’re doing band practice. Them and Fenrir are in a band together, Angel playing the drums and Fen on the lead guitar. They’re constantly practicing whenever they have the chance and sometimes use their drumsticks on kitchen counters and tables]

😈: *twirls one of their drumsticks in one hand before finishing the song they were practicing* WOOO! I deserve a goodddd drink~ *hops off to get a Monster can and gummy worms*

[Jay normally in the day works at a potion and spellbook shop she owns but at night they tend to do their reaper duties. They ask for their duties at night time just for the sake of not having to sleep. She tends to borrow steal one of Jooheon’s bikes and rides around and scraps her scythe on the ground to create sparks along with scaring people around her.]

💀: *laughing her ass off as she scares another pair of humans* HA gods humans are so easily scared~ *snorts lifting her feet up and dragging her scythe along, creating sparks, holding on with one hand* the gate isn’t until a couple hours from now ughhhh

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