#he finally put end to the debate 👍

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔 𝓜𝓔 L̸̼̞̰͘O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ṽ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ

⚠︎︎𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸⚠︎︎

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢!𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 ’𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝’ 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚆! 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢/𝚗, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭��𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

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𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷

Part 2

You wake up from your sleep, already in the REM state dreaming about all kinds of things combined with weird other stuff. It’s a sound, a very unfamiliar yet familiar one that is making your legs rise from the bed and put your ear against the thin cement wall to indulge in your curiosity and because you’re debating whether or not you should complain. Heavy breathing, slapping and……did you just hear your name come out as a moan?

You feel a shiver run down your spine as your curiosity morph into terror. Why did your superior just moan your name? Why did Ghost think of you in that sort of way? You instantly connects the dots until you get a full picture of what’s going on the other side of the wall and the reason…it’s because of you.

You throw yourself into your bed and the uneasiness poking at you, making the hair on your neck rise - not from excitement, but because of the immense uncomfortableness by the repulsive behaviour of your supervisor. All sorts of thoughts runs through your head, mostly thoughts about how to stop this madness, how to end it in an appropriate way that wouldn’t hurt any of you. But how though?

You pick up your phone to text your friend, in dire need of help. The exhaustion is almost unbearable, prompting you to resume to the slumber, but determination easily overpowers that decision that would later been proven to be dumb.

‘Hola, Alejandro. You up?’

You fidget with your fingers, the amount of adrenaline that runs course through your veins as the impatience is at its finest breaking point. 5 minutes go by and you feel lumps of agony forming in the pits of your stomach.

‘Ey, amigue ¿Estas bien?’

‘Alejandro, I need your help. Por favor’

‘Claro, ¿Qué es?’

‘I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend’

‘What? Por qué?’

‘Please help just this once 🙏’

‘Vale 👍’

‘Gracías, hermano’

You let out a sigh of relief, but Ghost’s loud gasps and moans is keeping you awake. Not even pressing the pillows against your ears or humming your favorite songs does the job to shut out the disturbing noises. It takes a whole fucking hour until the sounds slowly stops, that’s when you can finally shut your eyes in peace and finally think clearly, instantly succumbing to sleep. You make yourself a promise that night. To stay as far as way from Ghost as possible and to ask Price to give you a room that’s far away from Ghost’s. Damn, you really itch to get one night of peace without any sounds that’s supposed to sexually arouse a person, but instead disgusts you since it’s coming from your superior.

“What do you mean ‘why’? He’s fucking jerking off in the middle of the night, disturbing my sleep. Price, please let me switch rooms with someone else” You beg impatiently while standing in your sleepwear, leaning against Price’s desk, slamming your hand against it in anger to try to somehow convince Price.

“Y/n, all the rooms have been given out for this mission. I cannot change ‘em, I’m sorry. That is unless someone’s willing to share with you” Price clicks with his pen, leaning back against his chair not seeming fazed at all by the situation.

“Fine then!” Your patience has been running incredibly low, now it has vanished. Alejandro is your closest friend, surely he’ll be kind enough to let you crash there for now until the rooms are changed again.

You slam the door to your room behind you and pull out a bag from your closet and begin packing. You open your underwear drawer only to stare in confusion at the lack of underwear. You’re supposed to have many more than the very few that you have. You scratch your head in bafflement as you search around the room for the missing ones. Where the hell have every one of them gone? You start to think back on where they started disappearing from you. The shower rooms, you always brought a fresh pair with you, but they always remained, but your worn, stained ones were the ones to disappear. Why’s that?

You have a training session in the sparring area with Soap, ignoring Ghost’s presence and his intense stares at you. They make you uncomfortable, making Soap always win against you as the amount of wariness and instincts instantly enabled as you try to both fight with Soap and control Ghost’s movements. If he head closer, you move back, if he goes anywhere near your gym bag you’ll confront him by being friendly of course. That giant man can easily overpower you, no problem at all.

Then you head towards the shower, carefully looking back to see if Ghost is following you, which he is but he’s extremely sneaky and clever about it. Always picking the closest person to him to strike up a random conversation with as you gaze back at him with suspicious eyes, then he’ll completely vanish as if he’s a real ghost when you take another look back. When you walk into the shower, you carefully watch from the shower curtain your bag that you placed on a visible display on a bench so you can easily see it. You wait, humming and pretending that you’re unaware that you can literally see Ghost taking silent, careful steps towards your bag and sneakily rummages through the stuff until he pulls out your worn underwear. You feel your heart drop to your feet and your whole body freeze in the shower as you see him taking a sniff before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing, you creep?!” You hear someone shout and Ghost offers them dead silence before rushing towards them. You can’t really see much more as the person is far away from your shower cubicle, but you can hear suffocating gasps and a loud bang then nothing, only the water dripping down the drain and your rough heartbeats of complete terror. Then you see the tall silhouette of Ghost running away, now with crimson stains on his gloved knuckle.

You heart beat hard against your ribs and by some unknown reason you hold your breath, fearing for what you might see when you step out of the shower. You stay another ten minutes trying to recollect the oxygen that has been missing from your lungs and the gruesome anxiety that is causing you a lot of pain. Every step you take out of the shower, the more difficult it become to suppress the trepidation while forcing your muscles to oblige to your commands to keep moving. Then as you finally gather the courage to let your eyes wander in front of you, you’re met with….nothing. Not a single trace of anyone getting harmed and maybe….the crimson was a design on Ghost’s gloves, hopefully. You don’t wanna relish on the thought, no need for another collection of nightmares, no need to be confronted by Ghost…

You sigh in relief as you dry yourself and get dressed, unaware that there’s a strangled corpse in the supply closet that is rotting at a very slow pace.

You notice Ghost has been following you around often, it’s almost as if he knows where you are, it’s almost as if you can’t hide from him. When you have been in the cafeteria, he’s sat down beside you staring at you as he eats his food, when he pulls his mask up to his nose, letting you see the visible display of his chin and lips that are stained with scars and a blonde stubble. You try to remain as calm and friendly as possible, pretending you haven’t seen him stealing a pair of your used underwear and strangled someone to death, being the cause of that person’s memorial, being the cause of someone’s grief. Everyone think it was a suicide, because Ghost had tied a noose around the person’s neck and hung them to the lamp. The fact that you have to try your very best to remain as friendly and respectful to this gruesome man when he’s literally following you around everywhere, it’s making your skin crawl and the heavy disgust of the tainted, murder act is making you wanna puke at his black, trench jacket.

He’s been standing behind you like a damn shadow and you’ve ignored his presence, despite the shivers that he sends down your spine, you’ve ignored the fact that he watch when you train with either Soap or Gaz. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been responding rudely to them when they have commented on how he’s been staring at you with some ‘deer in headlights’ some ‘nice’ proverb, when it’s suppose to be ‘prey to the predator’ stare is what fits it much better. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been jerking off every night and the loud moans and creaks of his bed keeping you awake once again, probably with your underwear that he’s stolen from you. You’ve ignored the fact that he’s been literally smelling the sofas and chairs you’ve sat on, thinking you haven’t noticed him when you’ve walked away. You’ve ignored the fact that his eyes have crinkled as if he’s smiling underneath that balaclava when you’ve been making jokes with Soap and Gaz. You’ve not ignored the fact that you’ve pulled so many fake smiles against Ghost to not raise his suspicions, despite the intense agony and fear you feel whenever Ghost is near and its growing because of his sudden approaches. And you hate his presence more than anything.

You didn’t even invite Ghost to poker night, you even made up lies that Ghost had told you that he’s not into that stuff, despite their pleads for you to go get him. You refuse to, but you can’t tell them that, because they’re his friends too - unfortunately. You start to feel a bit parched so you make your way into the kitchen to get yourself a nice mug of your favorite beverage. Enjoying the delicous taste and savouring every sip, until you notice Ghost lurking around in the kitchen and when you ‘spot’ him, you force that friendly smile once again despite the buildup in your throat and the fear strangling your heart that is beating fast as an act of rebellion against it restraints.

“Wassup, Ghost. All’s good?” You try to sound as friendly as possible while giving him a pat on the shoulder, even if it disgust you to touch him. So you take a sip from the mug to ease the anxiety a bit, to distract yourself from his intimidation with its good tasting ingredients that falls perfectly on your tongue.

“Ay-aye, all’s good” He’s even blushing underneath the balaclava, gosh, this man is sick. You invisibly glare.

“Y/n, we’re missin ye” Soap shout from the other room and you internally sigh in relief and silently thanking Soap for saving you.

“Somethin goin on?” Ghost asks and you feel the knot in your stomach return and the air in your lungs clogging, but still you keep your cool.

“Me, Soap, Gaz and my darling (Alejandro) are having a poker night. You can join if you’d like” You plead in silence that Ghost doesn’t comply.

“No thanks” And you’re finally at ease when he rushes away, you try to remain friendly while calling out to him just to not raise suspicion. But you felt relief spread over you like a disease.

When poker night is over, you make your way over to your room to pack your bag to sleep in Alejandro’s room because you are in dire need of a full night with sleep, but you spot something at your door - a note. You pick up and your heart skips hundreds of beats.

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨’𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭? 𝐍𝐨, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞? 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎

/𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

“What the fuck do I do now?” You panicky ask yourself, talking to yourself in order to try and soothe you, but the thought of Alejandro’s corpse in his room is what causes the intense fear and despair wash over you, as if you’re being showered in blood instead of pure, clean water.

“You can stop playing games, unless you wanna end up bitten” A familiar, uneasy dark voice replies and you know exactly who it is. You know what will happen, you can suddenly feel a severe smell of metal and see the splatter of crimson in the corner of your eyes as you slowly turn your head towards the blurry vision, unaware that tears of horror is streaming down your cheeks like the Amazon river.

“You’re mine now, there’s no ‘darling’ anymore….but me” You hear the loud steps as his vicious presence becomes more stronger by mere seconds and you can’t move. Your ability to move your muscles is abandoning you and the only part of you that is rebelling at the frozen state is your mind. You know you have to move, run and never return if you don’t wanna end up in his clutches. But somehow….you can’t.

Ghost: LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Someone please save me save me save me.

N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝E̵̪͐̌̕ͅṼ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂ P̸͖͖͔̻̱͚̝̪̓̀̆̄̒̚L̸̼̞̰͘A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊ W̴͔̏̕Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅH̸̪͊̒ T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅH̸̪͊̒E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈ O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝F̷̡͍͔̺̙̊̋͋̕ A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝ N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ Ṃ̸͊̊̈́A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅT̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅE̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂ W̴͔̏̕H̸̪͊̒A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑ D̸̜̼̻̟̺̘͉͉̍̀̈O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝L̸̼̞̰͘E̵̪͐̌̕ͅŞ̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚Ş̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚ Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑ W̴͔̏̕A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅO̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝ G̶̢̨̖͚̜̺̭̥̭͓̾̒̃̃̈̏͋͝E̵̪͐̌̕ͅT̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ H̸̪͊̒Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ

Part 3:

[mugzymiik]

Hello I just wanted to pop in and ask about your oc Bug :3

Specifically her backstory, I’ve seen snippets of her lore throughout your account but I’ve yet to find her whole backstory explained in one post (wouldn’t be surprised if you made a post like that but I haven’t found it) so yeah I just wanted to ask what her backstory is. Her lore seems super interesting :D

oh good. you'll regret this /j

buckle up :3

‼️CW: ABUSE, NEVER DIRECTLY DESCRIBED. I HANDLE THIS WITH CARE.

She was meant to be the Yellow Hero, but she ended up coming out gray and powerless- the most they could do was levitate anything lighter than a ballpoint pen in weight. So, you can probably tell how that went. Ae was thrown to the side for another, stronger Hero to be created: Gold.

Her initial assigned caretaker, Redd, did. Not Take It Well, to say the very least. He was a nobody his whole life, he saw having a Hero as a way to make a name for himself, and was very pissed when he found out that Bug was defective.

Bug was okay with her 'needing to be replaced' at first- after all, Paradise did need a proper Hero. But, when Redd began expressing distaste towards aer mere existence, ae grew bitter. The Trees put them in this position. They'd set her up for failure!

And so, her story started off horribly.

3 years into Redd's abuse, the Pink Corruption started up again. Bug had heard that Heroes could shatter if the Corruption damaged them enough... And also, let's just say that she'd been hoping for a certain yellow triangle's downfall. Totally nothing to do with the 'shattering' thing . . . Totally.

Eventually she ended up joining the Main Gang™ (all of the Heroes are matured at this point, I should mention :>) after she saw them passing through town- and they followed them, and by the time ae was spotted the group was too far to return aer, so they just took her along with them. (Also, the others had mixed reactions upon finding out that Pyrare knew of her existence because he was told upon receiving Gold. Gold was especially pissed.)

Anywho, back to Bug she was... Not fun to have around initially, not at all. Picking fights with the other Heroes (or, trying to), challenging anyone that said anything, etc... But, they eventually calmed the fuck down after some of the group (mostly Tsavorite, I'll mention) was actually nice to them.

...Ae liked that.

At the end of the Corruption, she does TIO alongside the other Heroes (and Cyanide) I'll mention, I'm not sure how exactly just yet (still figuring it out) but she does end up doing so. Fun fact: as they were fighting, they smacked Gold and went "oops." Afterwards, ae was exhausted due to the sudden surge of power because 1. her connection to the Trees of Life had just been restored, and 2. she was unmatured and not prepared at all for that exact same surge of power. Ae didn't care though. She started bawling her eyes out from happiness that day.

Once all of that was over, she was assigned a new caretaker, a hexagon monster named Hexalace. The status of 'caretaker' was now fully stripped away from Redd (about damn time), and Bug could begin her new life, with lots of healing ahead of her. But- she'd be okay.

She had to be.

I don't have very many specifics set down after this point yet, but she did get matured eventually by the groups Zef, FantomenK and Kubbi.

Anyways yeah they fistfought Gold a lot and often got into trouble because of it. But after a long while Hexalace finally convinced aer that hey, no matter how much you don't like him, this isn't right.

So Bug debated on it for a while and apologized to Gold. They hugged by the way.

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and uhhh. that's all the important bits :D heres some trivia (that you didn't ask for but Bug /silly)

most of these are copied and pasted from some part of another post but its fine 👍

she often has anger outbursts bc like. Redd (i want him dead /neg) didnt teach her anything at all in her entire life. and so she was never taught how to healthily manage her anger

most, if not all, of their nicknames consist of just. bugs. Moth. Firefly. Bee. Wasp and Hornet are used a lot by the other Heroes (in an endearing way ofc). Beetle is by far everyones (esp including Bug's) #1 fav tho (she secretly named her journal "Beetle" but she wont ever admit it)

Bug got nervous at just the idea of maturing and they straight-up screamed when they got the first piece for them

before she was finally given her abilities and was able to float (so before the corruption ended) she struggled to climb onto tall stuff like chairs n things like that. and one time one of the other Heroes or caretakers noticed her struggling to do smth like that and just picked them up and set them down on it and she almosr cried

ae abso-fucking-lutely can buzz

ae's an avid birdwatcher. ae will talk to HOURS about it to Hexalace (Hexalace is TERRIFIED of birds BUT she tries her best to listen anyway

before she ended up apologizing to Gold for being a bitch she started going out of her way to do little things for him- very simple things like finding something he was looking for and leaving it in his windowsill during the night. (said example scared the shit out of Gold)

she listens to the other Heroes' rambles about their interests a lot and thats how she got into most of her own (she tinkers with a bit of technology thanks to Gold, in fact. shut up im inserting my headcanons here /silly/lh)

ae eats uncooked spaghetti noodles bc so do i

anyways Bug

[jotunvali02]

Watched John Wick again, this time in OV.

Caaaaine... ^///^

His scenes with John are a lot gayer than in my memory.🕶️🏳️‍🌈

Spoilers below

Caine used to ride John. Noted.

Watching them fighting is like watching gay sex. No debate.🏳️‍🌈🔞

Skarsgård's French accent is rather good without sounding like a caricature. I still wanted to punch his richass face. I like how everyone disrespects him more and more as the movie moves forward.👍

Did anyone notice that Caine is careful enough NOT to kill Koji's men?? Even when he literally has his gun against their forehead? No, he just smugly smiles and knocks them out. He was sincere about not killing inside the house of a friend. 😭

The end credits with Sawayama's voice explode your earsdrums and you LOVE it! The songs sound 200% better in a movie theater btw.

People loved Winston and his swag very much. And loved the puppy and the puppy eyes too of course. The peeing part is the best obviously. It's the LEAST abusers of animals deserve.🐶

While John always keeps a stern and brooding face when he's fighting, Caine snarks and smiles and enjoys his fucking self when he's doing it. HE loves his job! (when it doesn't involve killing his husband and friends of course)

I love how the main difference with John is that Caine is more expressive. He cries when sad, smiles when happy, swears when angry... not things you expect from pro assassins, let alone from John Wick.

"But I can hit you. Motherfucker."🤬

"Lights out, assholes."😎

Harkan reminded me of a mix of Jack Horner from the Puss in Boots feature and Ridge Taylor from the French-Canadian parodic TV show Le Coeur a ses raisons. So I call him Ridge Horner now.

"He's mine." Caine talking about his husband. He also likes to remind everyone how John is HIS business and no one else's.

John supporting his husband in his mother-tongue (the level of complicity!) in front of a cheating bastard.💕

YOU DON'T KILL DOGS, YOU CRAP OF A MOTHERFUCKER !!

I don't know about Berlin, but the whole shit on the Place de l'Etoile could totally happen in real life. Maybe not for that long, but it could happen.

About Paris: THERE IS A FUCKING FUNICULAR TO GO TO THE SACRE-COEUR! Why the fuck didn't you take it, John?? We even SEE the station! We actually can SEE the lights of the fucking station like three or four times while he climbs the stairs like a fucking idiot! I swear I craved to cry in despair and scream out "The station! The fucking funicular station is right behind you!! Take it, stupid!"

Finally,

A church. Really? A church? Where they both coincidentally end up at the same time?

"I missed you, John."💔

IN. A. CHURCH.

A duel that strongly looks like a wedding. Like the most beautiful and most romantic wedding, with the Harbinger who look like a priest in his fancy clothes, the two witnesses (like in a wedding) and the mushy clichéd sunrise.

I swear when the Harbinger puts on his ceremony attire, I expected him to go "we are all gathered here today to witness the union of Mister Wick and Mister Caine" and so on.

GASP! I understand the stairs trip now! It's a fucking metaphor for walking your beloved to the altar! Of course!!

"I want you to take these stairs, John." Course you do. How could your wedding be carried on otherwise?

Btw, Caine should have kissed John after the duel.

To keep the wedding metaphor until the end and most of all: If I had been forced to kill the man I love or else my daughter would be killed, and that man managed against all odds to set the both of us and my daughter free and safe while my sole idea had been to kill him, I would have crashed on my knees, sobbed my eyes out and most importantly KISSED him with all my heart! And told him I fucking LOVE him!💗💗💗

Like, Caine is the happiest, the most joyful man at this right moment, he's visibly trying not to cry out of joy and endless love and gratefulness for John and... just a "my brother" and a pat on his back? Like... everything written above + the fact John is maybe dying right now and that's all you do??

THAT'S the most unrealistic part of this movie! Not the Berlin club, not the Place de l'Etoile, not the outrageous number of assassins, not John's apparent immortality, it's Caine NOT kissing John on the mouth after all the bullshit they've just lived!

Shut the fuck up with your "my brother". Call him "my love", "my beloved", "my cherished one", there are so many possibilities!

[arminsumi]

No i feel you😭😭

Gege can literally suck my left nut cause that is so foul of them to do😭😭

noo b/c ik its to move the story forward and whatnot but i can’t believe that actually happened!!! But ig it’ll make for character development or wtv but they can do that with him

Hope we can get past this🤟🏽😔

i get it, i get it!! 🥹👍 but gosh i'm still so upset over it. it's beena while since a fav char of mine was subject to an awful fate.

the last time i felt this heartbroken was over aot season 3, if u know u know (flaming hot bbq lol)

tbh i have nooo idea what's happening in the story because i am not up to date with the manga at all, i've just seen so many spoilers because of tumblr. so i know major events but not finer details like who else is fighting or what's being said.

ok very spoilerz down here beware!!

tbh if anything is gonna give character development, it's gojo's death. i know if i would be in that world and he died, yo i'd go feral (and die stupidly 👍 let's be real i'd be the background char)

i tell u when i woke up this morning to that panel!! like what the fuck my daddy got halved damn!!

my heart felt some kinda way, literally pain spread through my chest like i got bad news irl 😭

it made me spark a debate with my mom about "why are we able to attach to fictional characters" and she even talked to my grandmother about it lol. idk i think they came to the conclusion that it's because reality is an illusion or something lol but anyways

i think about that often though. it's very fascinating that we can feel so deeply about stories and i'm impressed by authors like gege who can induce such deep emotion in us.

it's rlly nice i've seen snips of his convo with geto and that (fucking destroyed me) that was a very beautiful touch. i think gojo's end is probs final, considering the fact we have this kinda afterlife scene or smth (again idek i just be here gettin spoiled and that's how i know anything)

ok seriousness aside GEGE THIS IS THE WRONG TYPE OF TOPLESS, PUT MY DADDY HALVES BACK TOGETHER !!

[astronicht]

Best question possible. (Also I didn't bother to reference it because i thought i was posting into the ether, but the original post is in reference to the invention of the Beowulf speedrun on THIS post).

So Old English poetry has a fairly standard (though not set) number of syllables per line, which would be a better number to use to compare with the fastest known rappers (I checked around after seeing this and inevitably found a Reddit thread debating this question, but Eminem and Twista seem to be at the top).

In 2012 the Chicago Tribune was still reporting Twista as the holder of the world record (set in 1992), and I get the impression Eminem broke it, but I’m not entering the Eminem vs Twista debate here. What I need is a comparable rate, and Twista’s record is counted by syllable, not word, so his is easier to calculate. (Thank you Twista).

I can’t access the Tribune article, but it’s cited on Wikipedia, so I’m hoping the wiki text isn’t bullshitting:

So not looking at his peak burst as this is a marathon, he’s doing uhhh is this math right? He’s doing 10.87 syllables a second, holy shit.

So Old English poetry is structured in such a way where, while a poet didn’t have to count syllables, they did tend to end up with a fairly standard number of syllables per line (and a lot of alliteration). The beginning of Beowulf looks like this, for example:

You can see how the lines are pretty equal (the gaps in the middle of each line are added by editors because half-lines are important, you don’t have to worry about that) (Actually the lines are also decided by editors and no one agrees but that’s not a scop’s problem 💜).

The first line, for example, is 10 syllables : hwæt we Gardena in geardagum

*a lot of Gs are pronounced like y in OE, so that final word is more like yeh-ar-day-um.

The second has 9, the third 11. I should say I’m not sure about syllable counting in some lines, because vowel pronunciation rules vs stressed syllables rules are beyond me, having literally never been relevant to me until I needed to know how fast Twista (or Eminem) could rap Beowulf. Scops would be ashamed to be seen with me.

But for science’s sake let’s say there’s a range of of 9-13 syllables per line. Some paper I just found that I’m not totally sold on as a source but nevertheless seems to have done some math says the average is 9 syllables a line, roughly, though the range is from 6-18 and the most common single number is 10. Let’s go with that for now.

So, Twista can rap 10.87 syllables a second: more than an average line of Beowulf per second. But the copy of Beowulf we have is, as established, 3,182 lines long. Even just assuming an average of 9 syllables a line, that puts you at approximately 28,638 syllables. However, Twista can go at a rate of 652.36 syllables a minute.

Conclusion: if my math is right (please check my math) and if he could keep that pace up, Twista could rap the entirety of Beowulf in 43 minutes and 54 seconds. Presumably Eminem could do similar.

Thanks great question 👍

I pulled up the sketchy online Old English version of Beowulf and yeah it has 3,182 lines. If you took 5 seconds per line you’d need four and a half hours to recite it (or specifically to recite the one version that got both written down and preserved for a thousand years) (only a little charred). But I mean 5 seconds per line is for chumps who don’t want to unlock the Beowulf speedrun.

Also ok for SCIENCE I timed myself and quickly reciting the first 5 lines took 16 seconds, let’s call that fifteen because I mispronounced meodosetla. At that pace (if you could keep it up consistently and I mean never cough never take a drink) you’d be looking at 2.65 hours, or 2 hours and 39 minutes (or 159 minutes). This is actually 20 minutes shorter than the theatrical run-time of Peter Jackson’s Two Towers (179 minutes).

Now, the original post was about reciting Beowulf in an hour, so 2 hours and 39 minutes is not gonna cut it, and is so far over time that even doubling your pace can’t save you. You’re gonna lose this speedrun and Æthelflæd’s new scop poet is going to laugh at you. However, there’s a cheat to exploit here. In the period when Old English (language of Beowulf) was spoken, people often just said there were 12 hours in a day and 12 hours in a night, no longer how long or short daylight actually was. This made the concept of a daylight hour stretch in summer, when daylight lasts way longer than 12 hours. There’s a good article on this I’ll find it if anyone wants it. I don’t actually expect anyone to have read this far.

ANYWAY, the longest day in Jarrow (furthest north Old English speaking town I could think of) in 2024 (sorry this data is not calibrated for the 10th century) was of course midsummer: June 20th, at 17 modern hours 22 modern minutes and 1 modern second. This means each early medieval hour that day actually lasted 1 hour and 26 minutes. Still not nearly enough lads, but this is when it becomes a skill game. Because I wasn’t going ALL that fast. We need to squeeze 159 minutes of Beowulf (aka basically Two Towers) into 86 minutes. If you could half my pace-per-five-lines from 15 seconds to 7.5 seconds, you’d be able to do it, one day of the year, in Jarrow. Iceland is cheating. Good luck.

[gotham--fc]

Lmao yeah England was like ‘yeah all come at me bro we’ll throw hands’ whilst being one of the weaker powers and getting ganged up on. In class we had a debate on if we think England would’ve stayed as England as we know it ,if it wasn’t an island (like it was connected to the rest of Europe) , it was pretty unanimous that nah England would be fudged. Also like not calling stuff the Tudor era, the Victorian era, the Edwardian era is mad to me but I guess it’s the same as with your PM dating system bc the ruler effected the country and that .I mean since the 1900s we’ve used like events but that’s probs mainly because we’ve had the same ruler for like 60% the 1900s 😂.

Knight used to play for Montreal in the CWHL but in the PWHPA she plays for Minnesota (as far as Ik unless she changed to Boston-which seems unlikely), Minnesota is pretty much the same as Montreal when it comes to being basically the national team tho lmao.

😂 that’s iconic. I’ve never put money on it but I’ve guessed who’s gonna get a point or who will win or what the score would be a lot (I made a bet with my mate once and he had to have me as a screensaver saying like he lost the bet and I was boss). ( like next rivalry series game- based on how they playing now fillier is gonna score, and I’m gonna say Pou and Daoust at least a point each?) - should always but Canada and usa having a 3-2 game lol, they seem to have a weird amount of them. (Rn I’m getting flashbacks to the 5 minute comeback in Sochi. Lol they had a 2-0 lead with 5 to go and lost 3-2 in OT)

And yeah some American humour I like but some of it I was like unsure on cause it’s so different to English humour and I feel like sometimes they try copy the scenes from the English one and it doesn’t work because of it not being the same humour, like it’s funnier in scenes they write up rather than copy (the American inbetweeners is like a example of this). I promise I don’t hate us shows - the office is boss.😂😂 (if u want me to send u any YouTube links to ghosts I can 👍😁)

Soz if I’m rambling, I’m just word vomiting and just got home from practice so my brain is tired 😂✌🏻

England definitely would not exist if it wasn’t an island for sure they didn’t know shit about how to run an army like Henry viii could’ve fucking obliterated Scotland like 3 times but called off his troops to go fight France again like if he was at war with like Germany or Italy or Spain and then France showed up he’d let Germany/Italy/Spain run amuck in his land just to flip the bird at France they would 100% get demolished if they were attached to Europe

On a side note I do think my favourite of Canada’s PMs was tommy douglass and my least favourite is everyone else lmao

Love that when teams are basically just an entire national team, like man city being England lite or Barca being Spain 2.0 I love it, it’s gotta be weird in hockey though because Canada and US are rivals so when the Canada lite plays US lite it’s like essentially Canada playing the US but they’re not calling it that so are they still rivals? Idk I just think the Canada US rivalry is fun and I hope they end up in the Olympic finals and have a bench clearing brawl (not that I’m advocating for violence I just think it would be funny)

Oh I love thinking about Sochi, even before I was into hockey I’d watch all the Olympic hockey games and go fucking feral when Canada would win, I was a massive Hayley wickenheiser fan growing up even if I wasn’t a hockey fan

I don’t bet very often because I almost always lose, my brothers the better in our family and idk if he’s any good but he only bets like max $5 on a game so he doesn’t lose much. If I were to bet on hockey though I’d just bet that it would be a close game 😂 seems like Canada’s 5-1 win in the worlds was an outlier that should not be counted, close games are exciting but they also give me heart attacks so I wish we would stop having them

Would it be bad for me to say I’ve never watched the office? I believe you about the humour, I’ve not really watched a lot of shows that are remakes from British ones or if I did I didn’t watch the original, but I can imagine trying to copy jokes that don’t land in another culture is bad and you should just make new jokes

I think this whole convo we’re having is not only fun but also hilarious because we’re talking about like 4 different things at the same time, but I love it I’m enjoying it keep it up