#hi i did a thing

[noweakergirl]

The man he faced was everything Obi-Wan had devoted his life to destroying. Murderer. Traitor. Fallen Jedi. Lord of the Sith. And here, and now, despite it all, Obi-Wan still loved him.

Star Wars x The Picture of Dorian Gray  

[disneyanddisneyships]

When he Sees me

Summary: After alastor left the 3rd time, Mal sets Aponi up on a blind date.

Warnings: alastor is a dick. Theo exists. But that's a good thing bc Theo is great. A bit of malaponi. Aponi interrupts Mal a lot. Other than all of that this is fluff.

Taglist: @gyubby99

Pairings: Alastor x OC who he abandoned

It had been months since Alastor had left.

Aponi took a breath as she finished closing up the Cafe, one of the only places in the pride ring that was actually a good place to work.

Mal sat on the table, waiting for her friend to finish up her job as she texted with a friend of hers.

"I think I found you a date~" Mal stated with a smile.

"What? Mal.... you know I can't do that," Aponi stated as she wiped down a table with leftover ketchup stains on it.

"Oh but I think you caaaan!! He's super sweet! Or.. as sweet as you can get down here..." Mal explained as she held up her phone to her best friend to show Aponi a picture of the Demon.

"Mal. I can't do that. I haven't even gotten Theo a full time babysitter and i-"

"Dont worry about Theo! Vox and I can handle that! You deserve this so much Lilly..... I saw how broken you were when alastor left......" Mal stated as she looked at Aponi with worry.

Aponi paused her actions before sighing.

"I stick with real things," aponi began. "Usually facts and figures... When information's in its place, I minimize the guessing game. Guess what?" She asked.

Mal sighed. "What?"

Thats when the music started.

"I don't like guessing games. Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings" aponi continued in rhythm to the music. "How am I supposed to operate? If I'm just tossed around by fate? Like on an unexpected date......"

Mal rolled her eyes.

"With a stranger who might talk too fast! Or ask me questions about myself Before I've decided that He can ask me questions about myself!" Aponi continued her rant as she continued to scrub the table.

"Lilly-"

"He might sit too close! Or call the waiter by his first name! Or eat Oreos! But eat the cookie before the cream!" Aponi listen before standing up staraight and looking off into nothing. "But what scares me the most.... What scares me the most....." she trailed off as she glanced at her phone, a picture of her and alastor as the Screensaver.

Mal turned her phone over.

"Is what if when he sees me.... What if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it? What happens then?" Aponi asked as she walked over to get the broom "what If when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away, to only get it given back? I couldn't live with that....." Aponi sang as she swept the floor.

"how do you live with that?" Mal sang in return.

"So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind! This way I get the best view! So that when he sees me, I want him too!" Aponi finished.

"Lilly, don't you think you're being a little, I mean maybe just a tad-"

"I'm not defensive!" Aponi interrupted. "I'm simply being cautious! I can't risk reckless dating Due to my miscalculating why A certain suitor stands in line!" Aponi ranted as she swept to the rhythm of the music. "I've seen in movies Most made for television. You cannot be too careful When it comes to sharing your life! I could end up a miserable wife!!" She belted, remembering her relationship with alastor.

Mal huffed and put a hand on Aponi's shoulder, only for her to shrug it off and turn to make, exasperated.

"Sorry girl, but he could be criminal!" Aponi exclaimed. "Some sort of psychopath Who escaped from an institution, Somewhere where they don't have girls!" Aponi ranted as she paced back and fourth, her broom long forgotten. "He could have masterminded some way to find me!" She spoke from experience.

"Lils-"

"He could be color blind! How untrustworthy is that?" Aponi asked. "He could be less than kind!" She explained before sitting in one of the unstacked chairs. "Or even worse, he could be very nice, have lovely eyes... And make me laugh, come out of hiding.... What do I do with that?" She asked, tears forming in her eyes.

Mal reached out for her only for aponi to bury her hea din her hands.

"Oh, God!" She exclaumed befire standing up again. "What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door, And I can't close it? What happens then?" She sang as she picked up her broom again, dancing with it as if it were a person before throwing it to the side.

"He's not-"

"What If when he holds me, My heart is set in motion? I'm not prepared for that! I'm scared of breaking open!" Aponi sang. Once again interrupting Mal. "But still I can't help from hoping To find someone to talk to! Who likes the way I am... Someone who when he sees me.... Wants to again!" Aponi belted before sitting next to mal on the table.

"..... Just go on this date, Lilly... if anything at least you'll be back out there.... if you don't feel safe you can always call or text me....." Mal stated as she handed her phone to Lilly, the picture of the Demon bright in their eyes.

"But theo-"

"Will be fine. He and Emma can have a playdate. Plus, Vox is real font of him. Despite what he says about Alastor," Mal explained.

Aponi sighed.

".... what if Alastor comes back?" Aponi asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mal stayed silent.

"........ then at least if the date goes well you'll know your worth if he does," Mal finally expressed as she wrapped a reassuring arm around Aponi.

[glimmerofgold]

All The Fire Bright

Ten years of war, and countless lives have been lost. A whole lifetime by each other's sides, and countless secrets have been shared between two young men. Except for one that could easily change everything.

Patroclus has followed Achilles across land and sea to be with him, and yet he has never found the courage to bare his heart to him fully. Now that the end creeps nearer, however, it becomes increasingly more difficult to keep the truth to himself.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[cozylittleartblog]

"content creator" is a corporate word.

we are artists.

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[ebonyheartnet]

-Recording begins-

Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.

[dasketcherz]

it was a pretty cool dlc, i enjoyed it a lot

[shadowtraveled]

"mithrun is the only real monsterfucker in dungeon meshi" is objectively the funniest bit you can get out of his everything, but in all seriousness i think his attraction to his love interest is deliberately overstated—and that makes sense, because romantic jealousy is a classic and digestible motive, which is explicitly what kabru was aiming for in condensing mithrun's backstory, and also because until chapter 94, mithrun wasn't willing to admit to the true nature of his desires.

but because romantic envy is both classic and digestible, it probably isn’t a unique enough or complicated enough desire to tempt a demon’s appetite. mithrun’s wish, as far as we can figure from kabru’s reduced retelling, was to have a life in which he had never become one of the canaries, and that carries like 3857 implications and desires within it. that’s delicious. his love interest acts as sort of a red herring to his motivation for making it, though. (side note: i'm saying "love interest" here because, keeping in mind that i barely speak japanese on a good day anymore, "想い人" is something i'd usually take as just kind of an old-fashioned and romantic way to refer to a lover, but in context i wonder if both the connotation of yearning and the vagueness are intentional, and i think this phrasing gets those aspects of it more effectively. anyway.)

mithrun considered his love interest to be untrustworthy. there was a minute where i thought that comment might be about a similar-looking elf (yugin, one of his squad members), but comparing the two…

the "sketchy" arrow is definitely referring to the elf we know as his love interest—the bangs go toward her right, she only has the one forehead ornament, and, most notably, her ears aren't notched.

every time she’s given a full-body depiction in his dungeon, she’s drawn as a chimera, with the body of a snake from the waist down. (side note: the “what if a dungeon has chimeras before reaching level 4?”/“then the dungeon lord is unstable” exchange just being mithrun grilling his past self alive is so funny. he’s so. but anyway) there are a couple things about this.

first, the snake part of the chimera appears to be modeled after some species of coral snake mimic

which, in the biology-for-fun manga, i… doubt is a coincidence, especially with the added context of the “untrustworthy” comment. the dungeon’s conjured illusion of mithrun’s love interest was a harmless copycat of a venomous original. for whatever reason, he felt this person was a threat and made up a "safe" version of her to be in a relationship with, and while it’s definitely possible to be attracted to or even love someone you find to be toxic and/or intimidating, when you take that into consideration alongside the configuration of her body, you get some interesting implications.

which brings us to our second point: if we assume that mithrun was not in fact fucking a snake, then sexual attraction, at least, was so far removed from his idea of a relationship with this person that he did not even bother to keep her dungeon copy human enough to maintain the illusion of the option of a sexual relationship. this is somewhat echoed in the depictions of their interactions, which also imply a frankly unexpected romantic distance. she kisses his cheek and he doesn't seem to react; she's at the edge of a narrow bed with only one set of pillows, on top of his blankets while he's underneath them.

the kiss is particularly interesting because it seems to contrast the text. kabru's narration tells us this was everything mithrun could have asked for, but mithrun is there looking unreadable to pensive, likely because this is right before the panel that makes it clear things in the dungeon are beginning to go wrong.

walking through this backwards for a minute, we have the physical barrier of his bedding and the spatial separation inherent in a bed made for one person, the emotional barrier of his mounting anxiety getting in the way of his ability to enjoy the affection he sought, and... the snake, which historically carries the connotation of temptation, yes, but also mistrust, barring physical intimacy. okay. ok. if a dungeon reflects the mentality of its lord, all of this might suggest that mithrun was not able to have any real desire for a relationship with this person. his unwillingness to be vulnerable or let another person in was insurmountable. but in that case, why was she such a focal point that she remained to the end, after his dungeon had stopped creating iterations of his friends to come and visit him? why would he get so upset over her meeting with his brother that he became lord of a dungeon about it?

well. mithrun's brother was also interested in her, probably genuinely. and mithrun had to win.

you have an older brother who your parents completely ignore, probably in part because he is chronically ill/disabled and almost definitely in part because he received a ton of recessive traits that resulted in rumors that he was an illegitimate child. you are aware, most likely because those same parents fucking told you, that you actually are an illegitimate child. but they keep you around because you had the good fortune of looking just like your mother. what can that possibly teach you but that you, like your brother, are disposable?

it's utterly unsurprising that mithrun, under these circumstances, developed a pathological need to be better than everyone around him. people don't keep you otherwise. i'd argue this is also why he says he looked down on everyone he knew while milsiril claims his dungeon reeked of feelings of inferiority—he sought out people's worst traits and prioritized them in his mind to protect his already extremely fragile sense of self-worth, and all the while he tried to be as likable and high-performing as he possibly could be. his parents disposed of him anyway, but even then he tried to keep up the performance. he was kind to everyone. he never once lost to a dungeon.

when he saw his "love interest" meeting up with his brother, what he saw was himself being replaced by a person his parents had always treated as worthless, and if that was what they thought of the child they'd kept, what value could anyone possibly see in the bastard they'd given away to die? mithrun and kabru tell the story like he wanted to win this unnamed elf's heart, but it was never about being with her. it was about cementing his worth, proving that he didn't deserve to be thrown away.

and so it's particularly cruel that his demon discarded him, too. but maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.

kui laid it out in three panels better than i could hope to.

yeah. it's love. you wanted to be loved, even when the only way you were able to understand it was through the desire to be wanted, and you wanted that so badly that the idea of being consumed felt like the promise of finally mattering to someone.

[keets-writing-corner]

Thinking a LOT about Lucifer in the latest Hazbin episode. Idk what I was expecting but not this??

As I was watching my immediate thought was just "huh... Lucifer is kinda of weird..." but as the episode went on I realized the issue

the dude is off the chain depressed, like he says it as a joke but holy cow it is SO BAD

He's manically just creating rubber ducks cuz his daughter really like it that one time but it's empty, it's never good enough but he keeps doing it, maybe cuz he doesn't know how to pass the time otherwise.

like I get the feeling he HAS better things he SHOULD be doing than making rubber duck after rubber duck. At first I was like, "Bruh why isn't the king of hell doing anything?" aaaaand then it became clear...

The dude is disassociating so bad he can barely hold a conversation let alone remember information. He clearly WANTS to, he wants to be involved with his daughter so bad, he wants to care about the things she's doing so bad, but his depression keeps interfering. It's like he can only hear every other word and he grasps onto the ones he does hear semi-out of context. Like you can see every time he catches something that he hadn't before and he just "well shit I didn't catch that part"

and that's why he reacts so weird when people talk to him. He is struggling so bad to engage with the conversation he's only getting 50% of it

does that look like the face of a man who knows what the hell the conversation is even about??? he is STRUGGLING

like Charlie spent so long telling him about the hotel, and he STILL didn't understand what she wanted. Yeah it comes off as ditzy but literally I've been in that position where your brain just "nope, not doing this right now" and nerfs your conversation comprehension. So as someone who's BEEN in that position, to me it feels exactly like what he's dealing with. He's sorta engaged with the conversation, but only as much as his brain will allow

For example, when I'm dealing with this, this is what someone talking to me feels like this where the crossed out parts are what I missed and bold is what I catch, "Hey! You know I was thinking for dinner we could either make some chicken with rice? But if you don't feel like cooking, pasta is super easy and you love that right? What do you want to do?" you can kinda get that someone is trying to talk to you about dinner, and towards the end you get the impression that they asked something that needs your input so you can decently put 2 and 2 together and try and pass off, but crucial bits were left out, I would have no idea that either chicken or pasta is in the conversation only having heard "rice". When someone is just talking at me, I can decently pass off as being engaged but the second I'm required to participate in the conversation I'm screwed. Seem familiar? At which point I have 2 options, try to give a bullshit answer, or admit that I missed what they were saying and ask them to repeat

Lucifer, unfortunately, is trying so damn hard to hide that he's dealing with like 24/7 dissociation, so he can't admit that he's missing entire chunks of the conversation, hence his really weird replies. He does eventually get the full picture and then he and Charlie start having the real conversation

Also, the Alastor/Lucifer rivalry was hilarious but also really indicative of more of what Lucifer is dealing with

Alastor is, unfortunately, really good at picking up people's insecurities, and thanks to Charlie's description earlier and watching Lucifer clearly trying to overcompensate, he immediately picks up on the fact that Lucifer KNOWS he struggles to be a good dad (we know cuz it's cuz of the depression, hard to be engaged when your brain keeps turning off) and decides to rub salt in the wound by pretending he's been acting as a surrogate father to Charlie. Now why Alastor decided to pick a fight with the king of hell is beyond me, I do not understand Alastor (and I LIKE IT) (maybe it's cuz Alastor thinks he's hot shit and was expecting Lucifer to at least have heard of him but Lucifer just treats him like a nobody? who knows)(why would Lucifer listen to radio anyways when he can't even pay attention to a conversation it'd just be white noise)

But yeah I just was expecting someone who oozed either charisma or presence and instead I got a depressed dad who's dissociating so bad he can barely function and be present in his life. The only thing it seems he CAN do is make rubber ducks cuz his daughter really liked it that one time

Idk Lucifer is tragic to me. Whatever the full details of what heavan did to him absolutely broke him and he can't deal with it. He's aware of it, and he doesn't know how to fix it, so he tries to over compensate and sorta makes an ass out of himself but no one says or does anything cuz this guy is supposed to be THE king of hell

Suddenly it's making a lot more sense why he just rolls over and lets heaven do what it wants and even told Charlie to go in his place the start of the show. He's not in any headspace to hold a basic conversation let alone negotiate! He didn't even know who Alastor was, he's been so out of touch

idk I like him, he seems sweet, I hope Charlie brings some light back into his life. He really needs to get out of that rubber duck room

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

[mobius-m-mobius]

#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches

[beybuniki]

boys learning about healthy communication

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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