#infamous baby watcher...

[gougarpaw]

“I'm sorry. I should have let Brindleclaw try to save you. WindClan's loss is ours, too.”

Graywing is a she-cat.

notes:

- according to vicky, Graywing was a dark gray she-cat with white spots on her back and orange eyes.

[serviceberries]

I'm sure there are some racist people in the watcher discourses but to be honest there's a much simpler and and stronger explanation for people blaming Steven and that's that the "famous duo", the "ghoul boys," people are so attached to, is Ryan and Shane. Like that's who most people followed from BuzzFeed to Watcher, so they will naturally be more attached and defensive of them. It's just denial. As for the specific response to Shane, well, he simply was the one who was constantly saying to steal from people and eat the rich. Ryan and Steven just didn't do that as much. Plus people are now starting to turn on Shane even MORE than the other two from what I can see because they feel disappointed in him, so it's not like people are altogether giving him a pass and only going after the people of color involved. Believe me, I get that white people and specifically men tend to be babied on here, but every piece of supposed evidence of mass racism in the response I've seen has kind of required people to just ignore the other factors in the way these three people have presented themselves and been received so far. It just seems like such a weak analysis to say "The guy less people in the fandom care about, who has a show doing rich people things, who said the infamous 'everyone can afford it'" line, and who also is the CEO, is getting more flack than the two more popular ones who people are emotionally attached to and one of whom constantly encourages theft including in this very video? Must be racism!" Like it's just the most surface level analysis possible lol

[daemon-in-my-head]

Rook can literally never do anything wrong and it's kinda annoying and I have nothing better to do so I'm sorry but I need to vent about how poorly they treated the nice old man

Both my Watcher Rook and Emmrich are Necromancers. Every Watcher is. Emmrich gets side eyed or straight up insulted for being a Necromancer. Luckily I can challenge it if a companion does so, asking if they think the same about Rook.

'No you're fine because you do less corpse stuff and more spirit stuff'

My dear brother in Christ, I am siphoning the lives of living creatures, and killing them, to keep my own ass alive. I'm a fucking Reaper relying on necromancy just as much if not more than Emmrich and while I don't embalm corpses I am turning the dragons, blighted creatures, Darkspawn and humans into corpses for Emmrich to have fun and actively profiting from it by healing myself.

Rook did something apparently so controversial in an undead uprising they had to leave the Grand Necropolis for a while. Even Emmrich (who wasn't in the Necropolis when it happened) knew what Rook did, even if he didn't know the name of who exactly did some weird shit. That's how infamous a Watcher Rook is within the order.

But no, peaceful Emmrich who is constantly somehow trying or actively helping the companions and is much concerned about how he's gonna raise Manfred properly with his dilemma, his own mortality and past, and permanently trying to get Spite and Lucanis to reach an agreement by grace of him being able to hear and talk to spite, is a skullfucker and got ppl wondering if he does corpse stuff in bed (again, what the fuck) but Rook is just a poor little baby who can do no wrong.

What the actual fuck. We got rid of fantasy racism and slavery cuz that's too political and evil but its still absolutely fun and fine to pick on people for their interests or jobs and be as intolerable as we want despite being in a place where we should know a lot better than to judge someone for rumours you've heard or other surface level shit like that?

Am I getting the correct message here BioWare? That's the morale of the story?

[switchplate-2]

Well and truly fucked

Swiss escapes his 'stage of shame' to visit Sodo. More under the cut.

Also I fully blame this on @sisterprocrastinator!

“Cum for me baby girl,” Swiss growled the words in Sodo’s ear.

 He knew that there was always the chance for Swiss to escape his little stage of shame as they teasingly called it, something that he had begun doing more and more of late. He would occasionally make his way to his side, sometimes running to harass one of the girls. But this time when Swiss ran up onto Sodo’s platform while he was really playing with all he had during ‘Watcher in the sky’ what happened totally caught the small ghoul by surprise.

Swiss positioned himself flush against Sodo’s back, his left hand fisting a handful of Sodo’s uniform pants while the left snaked it’s way under Sodo’s guitar. His mind flashed to in infamous dick grabbing clip that to his understanding is still circulating the internet. Swiss’ hand was gripping his cock and jerking him then and there on the stage in front of countless fans, during a part where all eyes were on him. This would be all over the internet before they made it to the hotel, again.

He's by no means a ‘two pump chump’ but coupled with already being horny, what he can’t help his high sex drive. Then add to it that the energy from the fans immediately ramps up anything the ghouls are feeling, which is why they always make sure that Mountain is fed, Rain had a nap and Sodo is properly fucked immediately before they go on stage.

When you add all those things together you are handling a volatile substance, one that Swiss has his fist around as best he can jerking all while Sodo tries to continue to play, the last thing he wants is Papa to yell at him for fucking up a song. The suddenly the thin thread holding what dignity that the Fire ghoul had together snaps with no warning and the only thing hiding his undoing was his guitar as he did exactly what Swiss told him to and came. “Good job, now everyone else will know what a needy little slut you are for me. Cumming like that in front of the fans,” Swiss purred to Sodo as he gave his ass a firm swat, all while Sodo held himself together and played as if he didn’t just cum in his pants.

It didn’t take long, and he could feel his own cum cool and each time the air hit it he was reminded of the way he folded for the Multi so easily in front of a full house. Each time Rain or Phantom came near him Sodo could hear them growl lowly. When Copia came and did the kneeling bit during ‘Kiss the Go Goat’ the look on the old man’s face gave away that he too knew.

Sodo was begging the Dark Lord to call him back to the Pit by the time that they made it to the final bow, and he was supposed to be throwing picks to the fans. When he smelled Mountain come up behind him Sodo whimpered, “You have any idea how fucked you are little one?” He was gone before Sodo’s brain was able to form any response at all.

Once Copia released them to head backstage Sodo ran to the green room. He wanted to change and put all this behind him. But his footsteps were soon echoed by more. He knew better than to look back until he made it to their dressing room. He slammed the door and swore at the fact that there wasn’t a lock on it, all he was able to do was back slowly towards the wall opposite the door. When it slowly opened the first one to step in was Swiss, “That’s no way to treat your pack when we are just here to help you out.” Rain, Phantom then Mountain all file in behind Swiss, all with feral grins on his face.

This is when Sodo really knew he was well and truly fucked.

[trumpets0ng]

233 - “A Funny Thing Happened”

Beginning / Previously /Next

((The Fixer - Brent Morgan))

For easier reading, please see transcript below:

Tavi: WORK FRIEND XANDER!

Xan: *Coco mouths “sorry” * Hey Tavi.

Tavi: You forgot to mention you were bringing a snack for the ride, Coco… *Xander chuckles* You gonna sit with me, baby?

Coco: Oh, for Watcher’s sake! Octavia, Leave the man alone!

Xan: *laughing* It’s fine. So long as you promise to be on your best behavior.

Tavi: I will make no such promise.

???: *with a Henford accent*And who in their right mind would believe her if she did?

Coco: *blushing* Xander, this is Robert. Robert, Xander.

Xan: Ah, the infamous Robert! Nice to finally meet you.

Rob: Likewise. And it’s Rob, please. Coco speaks highly of you.

Xan: All lies, I assure you. *everyone laughs* I appreciate you letting me tag along.

Rob: It’s nothing! Besides, I’m sure you’re aware that what Coco wants, Coco gets.

Coco: Mhmm… and don’t you forget it.

Rob: *laughs* Not a chance!

Tavi: We gonna get this show on the road? What is it with you city folk and your inability to tell time?

Cori: Who you callin’ “city folk”, country bumpkin?

Coco: *heavy sigh* My little sister, Coriander.

Xan: Hi—

Cori: I remember you. Tavi’s karaoke crush, right?

Tavi: Quit putting limits on our love, Cori!

Coco: Why are you like this? *everyone laughs*

Cori: We rolling?

Rob: Let’s. We’ve a long drive ahead.

Coco: What do you mean? It’s only a half an hour to Cinna’s *Rob looks pointedly at Tavi*

Tavi: Say it with your chest, Robbie *everyone laughs*

[melishade]

Is Chapter 94 is meant to be your rebuttal towards what Isayama was trying to convey to his readers through AoT? It certainly feels like that considering you have Primus of all bots spinning a more positive outlook of Eren’s conclusion about life outside of the walls.

It's a little bit more complicated than that.

One of Isayama's main themes of AOT is that 'there's cruelty and beauty in the world'. Another theme Isayama punctuated is that so long as people exist, there's always going to be conflict.

Now I say this as a manga reader, when the chapters were dropping on a monthly basis, there was a lot of speculation on what would happen next and how the story would end. There was a sketch of Grisha holding baby Eren and Isayama had stated that the sketch was the last panel of AOT. A lot of people thought that Eren would succeed in the Rumbling, a lot of people thought that the kill count among the alliance was going to be higher. There was a lot of speculation and expectation, considering Isayama's own writing ability. But when chapter 139 dropped nearly everyone agreed that everything felt rushed, save for Levi's ending and farewell with the Survey Corps. When Isayama later said he was going to release 8 additional pages, many thought that the eight pages would elaborate on some of the things that were definitely not clear or felt rushed. Like Ymir's love for Fritz, Eren allowing Bertholdt to live and inadvertently killing his mom, his main motivation for doing everything he did, etc. But the last eight pages were more of an epilogue to a rather rushed ending, emphasizing the cycle of hatred and conflict is something that would never end. I can't speak for the anime watchers. So far I've seen that their reactions to the ending of AOT have been positive, possibly because Isayama made a few tweaks here and there, although I have seen a few criticisms of the anime ending, mainly that it felt rushed.

So when reading the manga and those eight pages, I did get what Isayama was going for when it came to the cycle of violence being never ending, even without the power of the titans. But many felt like they didn't get closure with their main cast members, some thought characterizations were rushed or even botched (I can point to the infamous Eren scene as an example of the contention between people who liked and hated that moment.) We never really got a full run down on how the power of the Founding Titan worked, specifically with Eren saying that he was able to see past, present, and future. Personally, I thought he was just disassociating in chapter 131 because he was just killing a bunch of people and he knew it was wrong.

Because the ending felt rushed to many people, they didn't like the extra eight pages because they felt that it added nothing to the story. In fact many thought that it cheapened everything that Eren, Armin and co tried to achieve. In the anime, it look like it took a good hundred years, arguably I'd say 1,000 before conflict arrived on Paradis' doorstep once again. In the manga, it looked like it took two hundred years. It felt like everything the main cast did to obtain peace, however they did it off screen, amounted to nothing.

Because the ending of the manga felt rushed, one of Isayama's talking points that's he's been emphasizing had been missed: conflict will always arise and happen because people just exist. The cruelty and beauty of the world theme was still there, but execution of it near the end could have been better.

So going back to AOP, the way that I've been writing the end of the story has been both a rebuttal and an agreement with Isayama's ending. I've stated this before, AOP basically turned into what I wanted to see in AOT with giant Transformers from another planet, like expanding on the four year gap, seeing Hizuru, Eren's descent into madness instead of getting it through flashback. Because if Isayama did expand on these moments, I do believe that the ending might not have been met with a lot of division when it originally came out.

I did ultimately come to accept what Isayama was going for with the conflict will always happen situation, and it's something I did bring up when Primus was showing Armin all of these other timelines. Primus does believe that peace is possible, but it happens so rarely on a scale of infinite possibilities. And the peace that can be obtained, comes with great loss and sacrifice. So long as freewill exists, there will be both good and evil, and that is not something Primus can control, nor will he manipulate anyone to create an outcome that he believes is correct. I even have Primus acknowledge the arguments to his own beliefs, that living brings nothing but suffering and pain and only ends in death. But Primus still believes that people should be allowed to exist because they were born into the universe. The thing with Eren is that he hated those words coming out of his mouth. He hated the fact that Eren of all people was saying those words, especially since he wanted to use his gift of life to destroy others.

But going back to the world is cruel but beautiful message, it is reflected in Primus as he appreciates life and gives everyone in the Paths a second chance and believes that the small moments in life are worth living. This message is also reflected in Armin Arlert who, despite the fact that he's learned that alternate timelines exists, still believes in a world where peace is possible. Because despite his flaws and imperfections as a human, Armin believes in hope and that without it, then everything up until now would have been for nothing. Isayama does this with Armin in chapter 137 when he's talking with Zeke in the paths and convinces him of the importance of living. But it felt...off that Armin was able to convince Zeke so quickly to help out with stopping the Rumbling.

Basically my thoughts and feelings towards Isayama's writing of AOT is this: I get it. I see the vision you were going for. However, I do believe that it could have been conveyed better. I don't know how good of a job I did. I guess I'll find out when I finish AOP.

And sorry if my thoughts might seem a little bit scrambled. I don't know if my analysis is the best. lol

[linuxgamenews]

Dead Cells latest update brings celebrity skins and weapons

Dead Cells game gets the Everyone is Here Vol. II update on Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Thanks to the work of both Motion Twin and Evil Empire. Check out the bundle on the Steam page. Right now, players can give The Beheaded some fancy, familiar looking duds alongside new weapons and unique lore rooms. In a massive collaboration, Motion Twin and Evil Empire to bring you Everyone is Here Vol. II. Due to offer you the stars of numerous indie hits such as *deep breath* Shovel Knight, Katana ZERO, Slay the Spire, Hotline Miami, Risk of Rain and Terraria. Making their way into the dungeons on Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. You can also pick up Dead Cells, along with Shovel Knight, Katana Zero, Slay the Spire, and Risk of Rain in a brand-new glorious indie bundle. Prices may a;sp vary as this is a "complete the set" bundle. Players can unlock outfits for characters from the indie hits you know and love. While letting you dash through the dungeon dressed as Hotline Miami’s Jacket. You can also slice enemies in two with a Shovel Knight-inspired costume. That’s slaying with style, baby. The outfits don’t just give players the chance to see The Beheaded in new fashion, though. You can also tear up enemies in Dead Cells using the signature weapon of each hero. Move swiftly through each level using Jacket’s infamous baseball bat. Even the iconic Starfury sword from Terraria. Test your mettle against bosses to see which weapon and approach will work best.

Dead Cells: Everyone is Here Vol. II - Gameplay Trailer

A full list of new outfits and their corresponding weapons can be found below.

Terraria - The Character - Starfury Sword

Hotline Miami - Jacket - Baseball Bat

Shovel Knight - Shovel Knight - King’s Scepter

Slay The Spire - The Ironclad - Diverse Deck

Katana Zero - Subject Zero - Throwable Objects

Risk of Rain - The Commando - Laser Glaive

These weapons also come with their own special traits and abilities in Dead Cells. While the Diverse Deck lets players cycle through passive effects based on Slay The Spire’s four different characters. Matching the game’s card-based mechanics, switching from one class to another. Which also triggers a separate “discard” ability. For example, drawing a card that matches the Watcher class gives players the Foresight ability. Which lets you avoid damage every few seconds as a passive ability. Switching to a different class from Foresight makes players immune to all damage for a few seconds. Another instance of this would be Jacket’s Baseball Bat in Dead Cells. Since this lets players frantically attack stunned or rooted enemies for massive damage. Pretty dope. All these weapons can be randomly found in new lore rooms dedicated to each character’s game. To unlock the character outfits, new riddles have been added to the book of clues in the Prisoner's Quarters (the opening area). Players just need to figure out these new riddles then complete the challenges and voila! New duds. With these badass new looks and weapons straight from some of indie gaming’s greatest heroes, you’ll be well on your way to putting the monsters and bosses of Dead Cells in their place. All priced at $50.96 USD / £40.48 / 47,68€. Everyone is Here Vol. II is out now on Steam until November 14th. Along with support for Linux, Mac, and Windows PC.

[allensimpsforcorpse]

𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗 | c.h

Pairing :: Corpse Husband x F! Reader

Requested :: Yes, by @lillypadmochi 💙

Summary :: Headcanons of Reader thinking Bretman and Corpse are together due to their friendly 'flirting' with each other

Warning/s :: none

A/N :: Thank you for this wonderful request, @lillypadmochi! It's such a nice change of pace to all the angst I've been writing and obsessing over 😂 This ended up longer than I had planned so I hope you like how I did with this!

Tags (for all my future Corpse fics and my one multi-chaptered fic) and Requests are open

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You were quite the famous music focused streamer in twitch; you play games sometimes in your streams as well but most of the time, you jam with your viewers

You were, like a certain faceless leo, famous for your voice. Smooth and seductive is what most watchers describe your voice as

Soon, you were noticed by Corpse when you decided to try and cover one of his songs in a laid back manner (try listening to white tee by corpse but it's more laid back by kade to get an idea on what I mean!)

It surprised you really, you didn't expect him to actually find your cover of his song! (gurl, the man probably searches his own songs in youtube to see covers and such, let's be honest here)

Not long after he complimented your amazing cover, he invited you to join his upcoming among us lobby since he still needs one more player to complete it and, in his words, you were perfect for it

He totally didn't assemble that lobby on the spot to get the chance to play with you, nOpE cause it's not like he was an absolute fan of you as well nu-uh

First round; Crewmate

It was a relief for you, you were surrounded by players who were good imposters and you didn't want to mess up and embarass yourself in front of them

Currently, you were in the infamous electrical doing the wires when you were startled by Corpse's voice greeting you all of a sudden

"Jesus, Corpse! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

A laugh came from him and it was so infectious that you started laughing alongside him

"Sorry sorry" he didn't sound sorry at all.

You guys started talking, throwing a few subtle (not really) flirts here and there when Bretman walked in and greeted you both with a cheery "Hello, babes!"

"Hey, Bretman!" "Whaddup, baby?"

Baby? Are they together..? Of course you knew that Corpse has the habit of calling everyone baby but..

Feeling like a third wheel as the two started talking about a game you were unfamiliar with, you quickly finished your tasks in the room and slipped out, your thoughts still whirling with questions

You were alone for a while after that, Sykkuno and Ludwig died somewhere in between while you somehow managed to stay alive

As you were doing the Simon Says task in the reactor, you heard Bretman walk in, humming the tune of Bella Poarch's latest hit song

"Hey~!" "Hey again, Bretman!"

You finished but decided to stay and wait for Bretman to finish as well

"Why'd you leave so suddenly earlier, girl? I missed that beautiful face of yours" you could hear the pout in his voice

You laughed him off despite your confusion as to why he's flirting with you when he's with..?

"I didn't want to intrude on you guys, you both seem really close"

Silence filled the reactor for a moment, making you a little worried. Were you wrong..?

"Girl, you don't think we're together, do you?"

Oh, you were totally wrong

You were quick to explain about your assumption due to their easy flirting towards one another while Bretman just laughs

"(y/n), look -laughing- the way he flirts with me is just for fun, he does that with everyone, babe!"

You gasped as the killing animation suddenly showed Bretman stabbing you but that gasp quickly turned to flustered stammering as you caught what he said right before he self-reported your body

"But with you? Oh girl, let me tell you, the way he flirts with you? It definitely isn't just for fun, babe, the man is serious when it comes to you"

Taglist :: @apple-slice-of-your-laifu-blog

[skekheck]

Missed the second day of CreateforThra with this but do you guys remember the post where I was playing around with a Stonewood-Grottan Gelfling? Here she is! This will not be her final design but wanted to share what I have so far.

Meet Esmeray, the suspicious forest-dwelling potion maker:

Esmeray is a creepy little Gelfling who enjoys the art of apothecary and has a not so great reputation among the Stonewood locals.

Stonewood Gelfling nickname her the "Witch of Shadows" or simply "the Witch" because her shops only open at night and are scattered all across the Endless Forest. She's also infamously known to sell illegal potions and poisons as well as practice/use ingredients considered taboo. Esemeray relishes in her reputation.

Her creepiness is mainly due to her reclusive nature so a lot of what she says and does comes off as socially awkward and eccentric.

Esemeray hates Gelfling due to abuse and harassment she and her family received. She will, however, still do business with them if they pay her well.

She has a much more favorable view towards Podlings and is always happy doing business with them.

Esmeray has a great respect to animals and nature and prefers their company instead of her own kind.

She has a sun allergy so she became nocturnal. If she has to be out in daylight, she needs to wear protective clothing.

Her Grottan mother was an accomplished alchemist and her Stonewood father was a "wood-watcher" (which is like a mix between silvologist and ranger).

Esemeray lives within one of the darkest corners of the Endless Forest. Her home was fashioned from an abandoned fort connected to a tunnel system used during the Arathim Wars. The tunnel systems are used to store ingredients as well as travel to her various drop off/shop locations for clients.

Esemeray has an unknown amount of potions on her person, some of which are tied to her hair. She likes to be prepared.

She has a pet Awlis named Roo which she raised when he was a baby. He's her closest companion.

Plenty of her clients are Podlings or Gelflings who know where to find her, but she has done business with other creatures as well (even the Skeksis!).

[shrimpngritcakes]

Wait... there's another crossover coming, right?

This is a prompt, too, if anyone wants to run with this.

Eddie and Chris visit Texas while he's recovering and Buck goes with them. He offers to drive his Jeep to save money on plane tickets (and filling a fuel guzzling truck) since Eddie isn't allowed to drive yet.

Something takes Carlos to El Paso. Maybe his sister just had a baby? A cousin's wedding? TK tags along as his plus one.

Something happens that none of El Paso's first responders have real experience with. Or, they're about to do something incorrectly (dangerous?) from that lack of experience when there's another way.

Here's where they all run into each other after just missing each other a time or two around El Paso, but there's no time for chit chat. Buck and TK pull off the rescue safely and quickly while the others watch from the sidelines. Eddie explains everything they're doing to Chris, who's hyped to watch a rescue in person, as they do it. Carlos overhears them and asks if they're talking about the "Buck who "stole" a firetruck with TK?" and introduces himself to Eddie and Chris.

They meet up for a meal. TK and Eddie sympathize with each other about being shot while in uniform. Carlos watches how Eddie and Buck interact and quietly asks TK if they're together. Tk responds, "I don't...think so?" Or, Carlos makes the infamous, "So how long have you two been together?" or "You two have a cute son."

Depending on how this season ends, maybe they are together. Maybe they're not, and it's the final push they need after dancing around each other since Eddie's breakup with Ana. Maybe he's still with Ana and this is where Eddie finally comes to terms with what he realized while staring at Buck after being shot. After returning to LA he breaks up with Ana and the last scene is him knocking on Buck's door.

I've said this before, but I think that Diaz family picture used a different background to keep spoilers away. It's possibly a hospital scene we're getting instead, which makes more sense for the plot.

That new promo worries me. But... for casual watchers Buddie would be a surprise twist that wasn't seen. Then, there's MW's comment about scenes where we see two sides of Taylor. It would be funny to see her yell at Ana for saying something slightly abelist in the waiting room, or saying Chris shouldn't be there for whatever reason. Why Buck is taking care of Chris instead of her. Eddie hears about it from a nurse and it's the finally straw for their relationship.

My expectations are really low until I see the final season episode. Please, guard your hearts, Buddie fans. I know some of you are so optimistic on here. I've seen the posts. I just hope you don't get them stabbed.

[weaselbeaselpants]

That Krispy Cat: A Warning, part 2

A bit of lighter fan art to clear the air for a moment.

Here’s art of Crispy taking the shit out of Cynder from Spyro that feels waaay more like she’s channeling her pent up teenage aggression onto this fictional child dragon:

“boohoo goth girl stole mah ice creeeeeam!”

So if you somehow aren’t deterred by the Nazism you should know that she’s always been a raging pissy-brat who uses her big-girl words to put herself above everyone else. She was the kind of die-hard in character fan fic type whose such an asshole about everyone else’s fan fics you don’t care if she’s got some good ideas. She was THAT detestable.

((fyi Derpibooru is the only “safe” place you can view her art now cause it’s the only place where you won’t be giving her views.))

vvv ((Crispy again showing that lovely “ironic” side of her trolling with Trump pony. As anyone with eyes can tell Crispy is a talented cartoonist so it says something that Trump still looks ugly as sin even in her style)) vvv

vvv ((This piece was called “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”)) vvv

((That Disneyesque SS Eagle who appears in her art is her fandom-hopping OC Klaus who she’d fetishize as often as she’d pretend she was his adopted daughter (the white blue eyed cat was her self-insert, who also hopped from fandom to fandom))).

^^^ ((I can’t find this piece in her gallery anymore and she ended up censoring a lot of her author’s comments to keep from being banned from dA. (dwaaayousobwaveCwispy) but I swear up and down that the disc for this one was:

“Fraulein dhat picture ist just white” 

“Yah like all of America should be!”

))^^^

^^^ ((This one was called “My Little Holocaust.” I shit you not. It’s still on derpibooru.)) ^^^

^^^ ((G1 styled baby pony who needs to be saved. The original art had swastikas lining the crib.

She also liked to throw her weight around about being a fan of the older MLP and how newer flash always sucked ass compared to the true handdrawn stuff of yore. Even her art preferences reeked of eugenic overtones, which is pretty ironic seeing as I never saw and totally traditional art piece from her. Must have quit when she realized she wasn’t talented enough for that, much like a famous one-testicled chud I know...)) ^^^

^^^ ((One of her most infamous pieces -to me-.

Yes. As Adam from YourMovieSucks points out, there is A LOT of racist shite in Kimba the White Lion and accidental colonialist message to the whole franchise. I am NOT denying that. But, there’s a reason I’m not yukking it up with the rest of Adam’s watchers, and it’s Crispy. Everyone else in the Kimba/memes subbreddit usually means the NaziKimba jokes in good fun and can tell the real value of Kimba. This bitch is all about how white really IS better. 

Below is her bitching about the lack of women’s rights in her AltRight circlejerk (ha) and affirming Tezuka wasn’t so liberal eat it libtards! (Tezuka was a product of his time and Japan still has blackface problems no doubt. But I guess by this woman’s logic Dr. Seuss was also a neoNazi cuz he wrote racist shit despite calling himself a liberal democrat))

VVV ((From Reddit. Again you just have to take our words for it but everything this person says is 100% true.)) VVV

VVV ((I’d apologize for shitty quality but it’s also a shitty person so you know what I don’t care.)) VVV

VVV ((What her gallery once looked like. The one of Klaus talking to the black shirt kid had a disc. all about how “all those liberal inclusive schools taught you wrong<3″  Again as an oh-so-funny joke to show off Klaus as a flawed antivillain. )) VVV

((Bad quality art by a bad person made for another bad person’s shitty pony fic))

^^^ ((More G1 supremacy.)) VVV

Self Aware =/= Satire and Rationalizing =/= Caring.

((There are different kinds of Nazis and Holocaust deniers. Not all of them want to kill the people they other, but if that’s your only mark for calling them bad people you have skewed priorities.

What Crispy’s artist comments and messages are very overt in are her ideas on segregation. And she was ohsoVERY proud of how that was real social justice and was actually caring for people who weren’t her ohohoho~

This piece for example had a cheeky disc. about how sweet it was for the Carebears to trust a Nazi rather than us plebian-brats who are just SOOOO INTOLERANT.

I bet Crispy’s also a MAP-apologist and TERF. I know those are pretty extreme accusations to throw around but she’s gone for the moment and I don’t really care if she isn’t or not. Like Emily Youcis, you can be antirape all you want goodgreatwahoo. I kinda don’t care about your stance on rape if YOU’RE ALSO A PROUD NATIONALIST who - again, all you have is my word - ranted about Obama not coughing up his birth certificate to her friends. I shit you not.)) VVV

((Gift/Commission/Trade art for a person I pray I never meet in real life))

((She also loved appropriating German words and culture into her awful rp nonsense and artist’s comments cuz it just made her so kewt. The way she and other Nazis-tans gossip in mangled German was DISGUSTING.))

((Then of course, if an actual German got offended at her and told her not to do Nazi shit she’d cry her big girl tears about how “sad it is that Germans aren’t proud of their heritage”. Because she, an upperclass American girl with a fixation on the period of their history where they were an authoritarian dictatorship knows way more about Germans than Germans, obviously.

She has more of an unwanted hard-on for Germany than Ben Shapiro has for Israel.

Since she doesn’t care about any of the other people she offended than may I just point out how fucking insane you have to be to fetishize German culture and history like this and insist you’re doing all this shit for them.

YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE GERMAN

STOP TREATING GERMANY LIKE NARNIA AND STOP TREATING IT’S PEOPLE LIKE THEY NEED TO BE “FREED” FROM THEIR “GUILT CULTURE”.

If that’s all you see when you watch documentaries about non-Jewish Germans’ trauma about living through the Nazis and then being separated by the soviets, you’re not more open minded than people think. You’re SICK. ))

[bssaz97]

RWBY Ancestries Chapter 5 Part 2 of 3

* Hello Everyone! I’m back with part 2 to the 3 part chapter 5. I’ll admit took me longer to write but that’s because I have been busy with work and didn’t have enough energy to fully finish this part. But here it is and hope you all enjoy!*

* Also to clarify because I completely forgot to explain how the dialect goes here’s a chart. So you all won’t be confused. *

Talking: Something.

Thinking: 'Something'

Telepathy: 'Something'

- Schnee Manor -

Jaqcues: Arthur! What are doing here?! Nevermind, that, why have you been not answering my attempts to contact you?!

Watts: Hmm? Oh yes! How rude of me. I have been noticing your attempts contact me but you see I’ve been preoccupied with other matters at the time. Such as making it to your lovely home. And as you see I had the trouble of bringing my colleagues along with me.

Jaqcues Schnee is honestly baffled by Arthur’s blunt explanation. He had been having a panic attack for a good two hours before he started his attempt to flee, and here comes the source of his unrest and what does he say?

Jaqcues: You mean to tell me you avoided all my calls today, just so you come to here to tell me you were busy with other matters?!

Watts: That would summarize what I just said yes. But enough about that, you see I need to ask a favor of you. You see my colleagues and I are in desperate need of shelter and transportation for the night. So because of our partnership I thought that, well, if you allow us to borrow one of your personal ships.

Jaqcues couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This man who had persuaded him to give him access Atlas’s Control grid in exchange for assurance that he would have been the victor of the election and to have Ironwood’s figurative head on a platter. Seemed like a worthwhile deal at the time. Now, Arthur assumes that he has him around his finger. Because of this, Jaqcues finally sees his fears are coming to fruition.

Jaqcues: You’re leaving. What’ve our previous arrangement, your promise of my victory against Hill and Ironwood.

Watts: Oh yes, well you see some pressing matters compel me away for the time being and well I cannot simply ignore it for the time being. Though I have not forgotten about our deal.

Jaqcues: Oh really now, and what assurance do I have to know you will keep your promise.

Watts: Well, on that matter it will need to be a matter of trust.

Jaqcues: Trust, how exactly do you expect me to trust you? Not only have you not yet fulfill your part of our agreement but you are also asking me if I could lend you a airship. If anything I’ve put more trust in your hands than you can assure me.

Watts: Jaqcues I just need this small favor and then you will have-

Jaqcues: NO!!! YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANYTHING MORE FROM ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I HAVE RISKED FOR YOU?! AND THEN YOU ASK ME FOR MY DAMN SHIP!! I’M TIRED OF YOUR DAMN PROMISES AND NEVER GETTING THE RESULTS I WANT! WELL GOOD SIR I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU WHEN YOU FIRST CAME TO ME! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, TAKE YOUR FUCKING CHEAP PROMISES, AND FUCK OFF!!!

Jaqcues takes a few deep breaths to recompose himself, but damn did it feel good. Honestly, while he is normally never so vulgar he must admit after these past few days he feels he needs the stress relief. He looks to Arthur to see he has an unamused face, but he couldn’t care less about what this man cared about.

Watts: So...I assume that this means the end of our partnership then, yes?

Jaqcues: Oh gods sakes- YES! I’m ending our partnership!

Watts: Oh good, I just wanted to make sure. Tyrian if you’d please?

Jaqcues: 'Tyrian? Who’s- Wait where did that Faunus go-!' AAAGH!!

From behind him felt two arms wrapped around his mouth and torso in the span of a two seconds, then in less than one he felt the stinging sensation of a needle being stuck into his neck and feeling a injected dosage being sent into his body. In a matter of three seconds he feels light headed and has feeling of vertigo. He looks towards Arthur only to see in appear to move in slow motion. Then he feels the most disturbing thing he has ever felt in his whole life. The Faunus behind him exhaled a breath, what’s terrifying is that the breath seemed to sting like residue of burning Dust. And when he spoke it was like hearing a spectral phantom.

Tyrian: Oh what fun!~ It’s been awhile since I have seen Watts lose his nerve like that! Bet you feel special, don’t you.~

Jaqcues:MMFF! MMMMFFFF!

Tyrian: Ssssshhh. Don’t rush the moment.~ Saver it.~ My poison won’t kill you just yet, it’ll just make you experience everything at ten times more sensitivity. Oh how I wish this could go one for longer.~ But alas we are rushed on time so~!

Jaqcues: MMAAAAFFFF!!!

From behind Jaqcues, Tyrian unwrapped the arm around his torso, switching for his mechanical tail, and used one side of his bladed weapon to impale Jaqcues from the back. Without ever having his Aura unlocked, the blade finds no resistance in going through his abdomen. The blades, thanks to the poison, feel like they could have been chainsaws being stabbed through him at ten times the agony. It was a pain too much for the old man and in a matter of seconds to them, his eyes rolled into his skull and hangs his head limp, succumbing to his injuries.

Tyrian then looks behind the suit of the man just murdered and sees the pool of blood coating the prestigious white suit, and begins to cackle. His laughing is heard by his colleagues and besides Watts, who is unfazed by his antics, disturbed the two youths. While Emerald and Mercury were no strangers to killing, having to do so on occasions, the pleasure that Tyrian was getting from this was disturbing none the less. They haven’t found out until recently that the man was a infamous serial killer and that shocked them quite a bit. Eventually settles down his laughing and places the dead man on the floor.

Tyrian: Aaahhh!~ That was very savoring, out of all the victims I killed, I think that will stick with me the most. I mean who else can say that they killed someone as big as Jaqcues Schnee.

Watts: Yes, yes, you can celebrate your popularity later. We have pressing matters at hand.

Tyrian reluctantly does as Watts says and along with Mercury and Emerald, move pass Jaqcues Schnee’s dead body and make way to find where the ship garage is. Not knowing that they had a hidden witness watching their escape from the crime scene. Their watcher was none other than Willow Schnee, who was hidden around the corner of a room near the front door. She had a hand covering her mouth silencing any noise that they could hear and bore a haunted expression.

Originally, Willow came out here because through her camera system around her house, she saw her bastard of a husband strike her poor youngest child Whitley across the face and dared asked him to apologize for it. She had lived with the man’s neglect and mental abuse of herself and her children for many years, but never was she aware that the bastard was actually physically abusing her dear boy. Out of all things that man has done to this family, that is what broke the camels back. She was done, she was so done with this man’s abuse to her family. She was going to confront the man herself about this and see just how long had he been mistreating her children as such. But before that, those people came. They killed her husband and she could only watch hidden away from their sight. Now Willow could only feel shock but also despair. Why? Because now, all the years she had spent trying to keep her family safe from that man, were wasted. After finally finding something that could incriminate him enough to send Jaqcues away for good. The man is killed in her home. Which now means that everything, the evidence she held was null and void. For how can one incriminate a dead man.

Now those people are in her house, looking for a escape. But then she had a horrifying thought. What if they find anyone else in the house, more specifically her Whitley. She needed to find him before they do and get to safety. Who knows what these people will do to any of them if they find either of them. However, while she feels much complement to find her son, she feels as movable as a stone pillar. Had the assailants scared her to the point of fearing to move?

Willow: 'No...NO! I need to get to him before they do! Now is not the time to play frozen statue right now, your son needs you! ....my son.....my baby.....Who probably will want nothing to do with me. No! Don’t think like that, even if you had been the worst example of a mother you need to get to him! His life is not yet decided, you can save him! ....but I’m afraid....I don’t want to die....what can I do to save him if I can’t save myself....'

Willow can’t help but feel frozen in place. As much as she tries to move her will is to weak to make her move on her own. She looks down and in her right is a half full bottle of ‘Six Swans’ white wine. Willow recalls taking the bottle with her to give her courage to confront her husband and hasn’t let go of it since. She looks at herself, the daughter of Nicholas Schnee a renowned huntsman and founder of one of the biggest Dust company on Remnant, who is a foolish alcoholic who can’t even lift a finger to save one of her own children. She desperately wanted to I cry at her cowardice. For all the years she allowed that horrible man to ruin her own and her children’s lives. For being a failure to her father’s name. Why couldn’t she had been like him? Where did all of her courage go?

She looks towards a portrait of her father on the wall next to her, as if it was casting judgment on her she looks away in shame from her father’s gaze. Too ashamed to call herself a Schnee. What would he say if he saw her now?....Maybe a sip of her wine will numb her pain? Yes. Numb her and take her away. She brings the bottle close to her lips, just one sip couldn’t hurt.

...

Immediately she tore the bottle away from her face and turns away in disgust. What she been thinking? How could she possibly even think of getting drunk while her defenseless boy is alone at the mercy of these assailants. She looks towards her father’s portrait once more to see his eyes as if they were looking into her soul, disappointment clear in his lifeless face. She swallowed a very large lump in her throat, and not even looking at the bottle, she turned it and poured it’s contents on to the floor. She may have failed as a daughter and a mother, this she knew to be true. But she’ll be dammed before she’ll let her son suffer a worse fate than her. With one step forward, she moves towards the staircase and in the direction of Whitley’s room. She will not lose him, there’s still time. If she was a failure, so be it, but she will save her precious boy.

- Somewhere In Mantle -

Jaune: Auuuughh...

Jaune wakes up having a splitting headache, wondering had what happened. From what he recalled they were flying to face the Wyvern, he was hearing more of the same voice in this head. One the thought was imagining. But what happened after that. He opened his eyes to see he was in the deck, with all his teammates scattered about-!!!

Immediately Jaune refocuses and sees that he lying in a crashed airship. That was right they did crash, right after colliding with the Wyvern. It was coming back to him. He rose to his feet only to wince a moment later, but continues to stand. He surveyed the deck to see if his teammates are okay. He moves forward, using the wall as his support, he sees Ren being the closest to him and sees Nora right next to him. Huh, even in a airship crash and they still are inseparable.

Jaune: 'Not the time Jaune'

He moves his gaze past the two and sees his youngest teammate... With blood on his forehead! He immediately moves to the boy’s side and shakes his shoulder gently but urgently. He knows that since Ozpin no longer aiding Oscar in his training, he still doesn’t know how to manage his Aura’s protective abilities.

Jaune: Oscar! Oscar can you hear me, please you got to get up!

Oscar: Uuugghh... Was’ that. Jaune is that you- Agh! My leg hurts! What’s going on?

Jaune: Turns out our plan didn’t go as smoothly as we thought buddy, we got hit by that Wyvern pretty hard. Hang on, let me heal you you’re pretty banged up.

Oscar: Wait shouldn’t you save your Aura, I know you’ve been training it but healing somebody else’s still takes a lot out of you.

Jaune: Hey don’t you worry too much about me, from where I’m standing you are in some desperate need of healing. Besides I’m the leader here so I can pretty much order you to accept the healing.

As Jaune starts to amplify Oscar’s healing, both Ren and Nora starts to come to. They untangle from each other and noticed their two other teammates. Nora is immediately alarmed by Oscar’s critical condition.

Nora: Oh my gods, Oscar! Are you ok?! Oh I knew we should have had you in a secured seat!

Oscar: Nora! Don’t worry I’m ok. Jaune’s is healing my aura so I’ll live. Nothing fatal.

Jaune: Don’t think that’s gonna calm her down there buddy. (Noticing Nora’s still panicked state)

Nora: What happened? One minute we’re in the sky, now we’re grounded!

Jaune: The Wyvern is what happened. Turns out our plan didn’t work out, because it went back to flying to hit us again.... Oh my gods! Ruby and the others are still out there!

Jaune after done healing Oscar to the best of his ability, reaches his scroll and tried to contact Ruby, only to see that it was damaged during the crash.

Jaune: Damn it my scroll is damaged! Nora is your scroll working?

Nora: Let me see... Oh no mines busted too! And it’s the fancy new one too.~

Oscar: Wait... where’s Ren and the pilots?

Both take notice of their absent teammate and see that he has made his way to the cockpit.

Jaune: Keep an eye on Oscar for me a moment, I’ll check what Ren’s up to.

Nora:(Nods) You got it fearless leader. Don’t take too long, I’m kinda starting to feel claustrophobic in here.

Jaune moves towards the cockpit, using a small bit of his semblance to heal himself. While not at 100% he would gladly take anything if it meant he could help his team. As he reaches the cockpit Jaune does find Ren, right next to the pilots who look like they didn’t make it through the crash.

Jaune: Ren...are they?

Ren: Dead, both of them. Appear to have suffered from the impact of the crash.

Jaune closed his eyes in sadness, he knew Ren was somber over their deaths. These men were the same ones to fly them during their first mission when they came to Atlas and got their modifications. While not particularly close to either pilots, it was sad to see them suffer such a fate. He recalled trying to warn them of the danger but alas he couldn’t get there in time.

Jaune: Ren...I-

Ren: How did you know what was going to happen?

Jaune: Huh?

Ren:(Turns to face him) How did you know that the Wyvern was going to attack us? Because even I didn’t sense that before you apparently had.

Jaune:(Looks to the floor) I...don’t know.

Ren: How could you not know! Jaune I’m not blind, Nora and I could see that something has been bothering you since this mission started and you’ve been zoning out for instances at a time. I know it’s not sleep deprivation because I male sure you don’t wander into the night to....Look just tell me what’s going on, Jaune, I don’t want there to be anymore secrets that we have to keep to ourselves. Please.

Jaune: I....I can’t explain it exactly but I can try. It’s like I’m hearing something or someone trying talking to me but I can’t see them. I thought at first I was imagining it and blamed it on my nerves, but it persisted. I kept hearing them, and the weirdest part, I feel like a familiarity with the voice, but it’s of a person I have never met before. I didn’t want to say anything because I thought it would bring down the team but here we are. I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense but that’s all I got.

Ren tried to process what his friend told him, given how bizarre it sounded. It sounds like someone or something was trying to contact him telepathically? Not too out there as there are different semblances in Remnant but they knew no one with such a ability. What’s worse is that Jaune doesn’t know who the person was. All in all while it doesn’t explain how he is able to hear such a voice, Ren could clearly see why such a thing would be bothering Jaune. It’s not everyday you have something talking into your head.

Ren: I’ll admit what you’ve said is strange, but not unsympathetic. I guess one would act strange if they heard someone talking to them in their mind. Sorry if I seemed too pushy on the matter.

Jaune: No you’re fine Ren, I guess I shouldn’t keep things like this to myself too often. Make myself crazy. But maybe let’s not explain this to Ironwood or Ace-Ops until we have a proper explanation for this. They may try to lock me up for being crazy.

Ren: You’re not crazy. Though I do agree that we should probably keep this incident close to the chest.

Jaune: Thanks Ren. Oh! Yeah, forgot do you have your scroll intact. The rest of ours are damaged by the crash.

Ren: I do. I’ve been trying to get in contact with Team RWBY but to no avail. However, I have been able to use the ships distress beacon to pinpoint the location of the other airships crash site. So hopefully we can find them.

Jaune: Ren, this is brilliant! I never knew you were so good with machines!

Ren: Well when you have been with someone who’s as hyper as Nora, you have a lot of time to get things done quickly.

Nora: I heard that mister!

Both winced at their fellow teammate overhearing them about the slight comment about them, one thing was for sure. They were both in trouble once this was over. Once they were all ready they made the difficult of breaking down the airship’s escape hatch. All of them came out one by one and they gathered together once they were a good distance of away from the ship.

Jaune: Ok so Oscar and Ren’s scrolls are the only ones that weren’t destroyed from the crash. Which means can track the others location and meet up with them.

Nora: Alright, lets get moving then.

Jaune: Ok let’s move out team.

*Clang*

Jaune: Huh?

They all look to see what Jaune stepped on and sees that it was a piece of a Atlesian Knight that was in beyond repair damage. Upon noticing their full surroundings they see that they were surrounded by mangled and destroyed Atlesian Knights all over the place.

Oscar: What the-? Why are there Knights here? I thought they were supposed to meet us at the rendezvous point.

Ren: The way they were damaged doesn’t look like they fought the Wyvern, it looks like they were facing a human sized opponent, maybe more than one.

Nora: Guys....look.

All three boys turned to their female teammate and saw what she was holding. It was a piece of a glass knife. With a distinct orange markings. The sight of the weapon caused Jaune’s blood to run cold.

Jaune: No...no, no, no, No! That can’t be what I think it is. There’s no way!

Ren: Who else do we know that happenes uses glass weaponry.

Jaune as much as he wants to deny the truth, the proof was in his presence. Cinder Fall was alive, and apparently she wasn’t alone. He clenched his right hand into a fist. He desperately tries to calm his thoughts but the negative emotions and thoughts were coming faster than he could handle. His brow furrowed in anger.

Jaune: 'She’s alive. Cinder is here In Mantle. But if she’s here then that means....!' RUBY!

His thoughts are going a million miles per hour as it was not hard to picture the scenario. Ruby and her team were here but in a state of shape he didn’t know with a woman who’s got a fierce vendetta against his silver eyed friend. Who could be in a vulnerable state. While he’s standing here just doing nothing about it! Quickly he snatched Ren’s scroll and earning a cry of protest from his fellow teammate but dismissed it.

Jaune: Change of plans! You guys need to contact Ironwood and send back up. I’ll go find Ruby and her team.

Nora: Jaune wait! Where are you going!

It was too late to stop their leader as he made a mad dash towards the direction of the other ship. Hopefully with enough time he can make it there before them. However his team did not have the same thought he did. Quickly Ren chases after him only turning around to call out to Nora.

Ren: Nora! Stay with Oscar I’m going to go with Jaune.

Nora: Wha- Like hell I am!

Oscar: Wait shouldn’t we be sticking togeth-WOAAH?!

Nora proceeds to pick up Oscar and carry him by the shoulder and makes chase after theirs two other teammates. Not noticing the two figures watching over them from a roof of a building. Cinder Fall watched as the blonde fool took her bait and now sees that they are making the path to the target she and Neo both seek. Ruby Rose.

Cinder: Come Neo, looks like our time for vengeance is at hand.

Neo: (Grins sinisterly)

-End of Chapter 5 part 2-

Preview: Part 3

Ren: Jaune you need to stop! You’re not thinking straight!

Jaune: Cinder Fall is out in the streets of Mantle, probably planning to make Atlas another Fall of Beacon and you want me to calm down!

***

Qrow: Team JNPR is not here!

Winter: Could they have?

Qrow: No, they’re not dead. We would have found bodies if that were the case.

****

Whitley: M-Mother what are you-?

Willow: Whitley we don’t have much time we need to leave the mansion! There are intruders in here, they’ve attacked your Father already. So we must leave at once!

*****

Watts: It appears we are not alone...Tyrian, Mr. Black, you both know what to do.

******

???: Oscar, Oscar! Can you hear me!

Oscar: ...Ozpin!

*******

Salem: Jaune Arc, I finally found you.

[morimess]

The Spider

WARNING: THIS IS BASED ON AN OLD NIGHTMARE I HAD BACK IN HIGHSCHOOL.  THEMES OF SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEPRESSION, ABUSE, MURDER, AND DEATH ARE PROMINENT.  IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS, THIS IS YOUR WARNING. I WILL TAG IT TOO.  It is also about 3 or 4 years old, so the writing isn’t the best.  I have edited to make it sound more like how I currently write, but still want to give credit to the me who woke up crying at 3 am, and physically couldn’t stop writing until I got onto the bus that morning (both by how shaken the dream had left me, and the fact my thoughts wouldn’t let me drop it).  A variation of it might also be found on Deviant Art and Reddit...I honestly can’t remember if I posted it on either platform, but knowing me I probably did.

A spider follows me.

It’s been following me since before I was born.

It bit my father upon my conception,

And my mother upon my birth,

It has bitten my guardians,

And any people I meet to ignore it.

It doesn’t like being ignored,

It doesn’t like me talking to others.

Its jealousy like a child having their favorite toy taken away.

For a toy is all I am.

Its bite holds a toxin.

Destroying the mind,

Uprooting the soul,

And beckoning one to...

Eradicate the flesh.

I am the only one that can see it.

At first, I tried to warn others of its increasing presence,

They saw nothing, 

Only an imaginative child,

With too much going on in their head.

I tried to warn them of it baring its fangs,

But they didn’t pay me any heed.

And they didn’t feel the stinging bite.

I watched the toxin take root in their minds,

Twisting them, 

Marring them,

Devouring them.

They saw no change.

That is, until they took their lives,

Sometimes the lives of others.

And with every life it takes,

It gets bigger,

Its venom more powerful,

Manifesting new and more horrendous afflictions on its victims,

Keeping me a helpless watcher of what is unveiling before me.

I am the only one who hasn’t been bitten.

It’s as if it knows there is already a toxin in my mind,

Devouring me.

My toxin is slower than its,

But it wants me to suffer.

It does not want it to end.

It only prolongs my life out of its own sadistic pleasure.

Or are these ignorant rambles of a child?

Maybe the spider pities me?

Maybe it envies me?

What if it isn’t the spider’s fault?

What if the spider...?

These questions pester me constantly,

But I know I can’t have people suffer at my expense.

I run.

I run as far, and as fast as I can.

The spider, the curse, can only move so fast.

I run,

I run,

I run,

I run,

I run,

I run.

.

.

.

.

.

I’ve succeeded.

I’ve started a steady career,

I’ve met someone to settle down with,

I’ve got the house of my dreams,

I’m pregnant,

I haven’t thought of the spider since the last time I wrote in this journal…

.

It’s here.  It’s at my job.  Any clients I interact with are bitten, any co-workers I talk to are bitten.  I ask for the rest of the day off, so as not to cause any more problems, and now the boss is bitten, and I’m fired.  I’m tired, I’m devastated, and I’m so alone, I just want to go home.

.

I am a fool. I forgot about my husband. He just got home, and now he wants to know what happened.  All I could do is stare through him, and plead with the spider “Please don’t take my husband too.”  It didn’t listen.  It didn’t care.  It bit him, while staring into my soul, all the while taunting, daring, seeming to say “Go on tell him what really happened, let him see the loon he married, and see how far it gets you.  Whether you tell him or not, you’ll know you did this to yourself for trying to escape me. I will take joy in your suffering, and I hope you feel sorry, for this is only the beginning of your hell.”

 It was the longest bite I’ve ever seen it take.  Wanting to pump as much venom into my love as possible.

.

Days- 

Weeks- 

Months-

Time loses meaning with the venom.  You start marking days by aggression, weeks with strikes, and months with near death experiences.  I didn’t leave him through it all because I still loved him, and I knew it was my fault he was like this.  My sweet, caring husband turned into as big a monster as the one who bit him. Thank whatever saving grace there is my husband didn’t kill me.  But he did start a fire in his factory.  A fire that is now infamous for the countless of floor workers it killed, including himself.  

He started it after receiving the call that I went into labor.  True to its form, the spider bit all the doctors and nurses who were trying to help me, triggering the start of their cruelty during the procedure. When the baby had finally been delivered, I didn’t even get to name her before the spider turned, almost smirking, to look at me.  In its eyes I saw it say, “Now let the real fun begin”.  I knew what was going to happen, there was no other way but for it to end like this.  I closed my eyes, sobbing, not wanting to see.  The doctors thought it was pure joy, it was nothing but sheer terror.  It felt like an eternity before I opened them again, confused as to why nothing had happened yet.  As My eyes opened I saw its gaping maw stretched over the body of my child. When it saw that my eyes were finally opened, it lunged towards my baby.  

Before I knew what I was doing I forced my arm into the spider’s gullet and watched as it feared me for the first time in my life before clamping its jaws down. I felt its stinging bite, and the chilly warmth of its venom, closing my eyes again to process the evil taking hold of my mind.

When I opened my eyes it was no longer there, instead I saw my child, now swaddled in my arms.  And all I thought was how easy it would be to strangle her little frame.  To kill her before she had to endure what I did.  But I didn’t.  I couldn’t.  The venom prevented me from granting my child that small mercy, and ending the reign of the spider.

.

I can no longer be in the same room as her.  I can no longer be in the same room as you.  I am so very sorry sweetheart.  As of now my cruelty towards you would damage you more than never knowing me at all. If you see the spider, I regret everything I ever did, but I know that you will be the one to find a way to break this curse.  Let me give you this advice to help you out for the time being: don’t run, that provokes it; engage it, try to divert its anger; if possible, avoid contact with other people; find a way to trap it, keep it in a glass box if you must, that way you can see it, it can see you, and most other problems will be solved. I don’t want to do this, but I must. I know my life is at its end, and I am on my last shred of sanity, but the hardest part of my life will be giving you up.  Stay strong, stay brave…...please.

I love you, so, so much.

-Mom

I found a way to train him momma!!  Now he only attacks those who want to harm me!  I put him in the glass box like you said, but a meanie tried to take it, and he accidentally opened it!  Mr. Tickles bit him, then crawled onto my shoe and raised his front legs to protect me. That meanie hasn’t been to school since that day, and I’ve heard that he “did himself in” I don’t know what that means, but I hope he’s learned his lesson!!

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Momma!!! Mr. Tickles can talk!!!  Well, not really, but he talks to me in my head!!  He says he’s reeeaaaallllyyy sorry about what he did to you and to your momma, but at the same time, that you two were naughty, and never played with him.  Any time he bites one of my friends he always says sorry, and he says when I get older, that he’ll teach me how to fix them!!!!  Isn’t that cool?!?!  Anyway, I gotta go, Mr. Tickles says it’s time to go to school. Bye!!

@beautiful-doom

[daemon-in-my-head]

Sorry, one maybe final datv post cuz I can't get it out of my head, spoilers for Emmrich and lore regarding Nevarra, Mortalitasi and the Mourn Watchers but uh I have a shit ton of questions actually BioWare. What the fuck is going on with the Mourn Watch?

Is the Mourn Watch secretly ruling fucking Nevarra?

Emmrich, baby, sweety, honey, darling, did you just outright admit that King Markus isn't simply old and accompanied by disliked Mortalitasi advisors but that he's actually undead and actively being puppeteered by the mage order you're also part of?

And did you also just ask Lucanis to stop accepting contracts for King Markus cuz 27 or so are enough and you're actively running out of excuses as for why he's still alive and the crows continue to fail? Did you really just ask Lucanis as a friend, coworker and Spites kindergarten teacher to please stop endangering the Watchers coup d'etat?

Is Neverra okay? You guys know your Mortalitasi have noble blood ties, right? Are the fucking Watchers trying to take over the government entirely by utilising their own and some unaffiliated Mortalitasi? What exactly was Johanna attempting to do cuz as a Mortalitasi and Watcher herself she should fucking know what's going on with Nevarras King and Government, or the lack thereof? You pretty much already reigned over Nevarra, why go out of your way to craft the XXL undead? Some political divide within the ranks of the Mortalitasis and Watchers? Did Johanna want for them to stop the shadow shit and just come out nd declare herself or her groups the new ruling body?

What the fucks going on here? I mean great for them I guess, they're still better than let's say Venatori and the Magisters from all we know but uh, babes yk you're not as clean as yall claim, right? Right?

Also why the fuck is Rook so excited about learning that their order essentially controls the highest instance of government in their homeland? How much was Rook actually involved in that and what the fuck was the infamous uprising rly about cuz a Baron instigating an undead uprising alongside a puppeteered undead King?

What the fuck is actually happening in Nevarra, the Necropolis and what was the correspondence he was trying to write really about?

I mean it's great we established that all death mages are part of the Mortalitasi but not all Mortalitasi also belong to the Mourn Watch. But what the fuck is the Watch actually doing and how politically involved are they really because it sure as fuck sounds like they secretly rule Nevarra and also while we're at it, why do Reapers sound exactly like Reavers, yk, the warrior specialisation that can actually tap into blood magic to some degree and why do a lot of famous Mortalitasi and Watchers know and perform blood magic rituals?

Or in other words; why does the Mourn Watch sound like a group of exceptionally skilled individuals who also all happen to perform blood magic and very intricate rites which also just so happens to have the absolute authority on all matters corpses and all funerary rights alongside an endless supply of said corpses while also ruling an entire country by means of a puppet monarch as they hide within an impenetrable fortress guarded by not only constantly shifting rooms but also an army of undead that they acknowledge are used for defence?

And why isn't the Mourn Watch an antagonistic force cuz they sure as hell don't seem that nice upon closer inspection and they would actually serve as a pretty incredible threat? Like thinking about it they're what the Venatori or Evanuris want to be when they grow up?

Also the Lich Lord Counsil? The entire Mourn Watch being ruled by incredibly strong, immortal mages?

I need answers.

Also I will sure as fuck be using this to expand my canon defying bg3 bullshit further. The Bhaalists already sounded pretty damn close to what the Mourn Watch is doing but uh, don't mind if I do.

[trinuviel]

The Rose of Highgarden. On Margaery Tyrell (part 5)

This is the fifth installment of my analysis of Margaery Tyrell and her narrative arc in Game of Thrones (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4). In this post I’m going to take a look at her costumes in season 3. I have previously analysed her costumes in season 2, which were rather unconventional when compared to what was worn by the other female characters of noble birth. Margaery’s season 2 costumes were bold, provocative and rather avantgarde within the sartorial profile of the female nobles of Westeros. The costumes also caused some controversy among the audience of the show. At least one particular costume (the infamous cone dress) was deemed ridiculous and anachronistic since it was obviously inspired by contemporary fashion, more specifically the iconic Bell Dress that Alexander McQueen created for Björk.

While the costumes do serve to as part of the world-building, their function goes beyond looking pretty or period-specific, especially in a fantasy show - even if the world of Westeros is loosely based on medieval Europe. 

Clapton approaches costume design from a narrative stand point. What the characters wear is part of the visual language of the story as well as a reflection of the characters and their narrative arcs. 

This is something that Clapton repeated stresses in her interviews:

I always try to make the clothes visually tell something. (FIDM Museum Blog) 

I always try to tell that story — the costumes for me are narrative and you should be able to look at them [the characters] and understand where they are mentally in their journey. (Insider)

“I don’t think any costume should be looked at in isolation, rather, through the arc of the character. Each thing will tell a story. It might look like a costume is wrong, but actually it’s supposed to look like that. It’s telling you something about the character at the time.” (Winter is Coming)

The costumes are part and parcel of the visual narrative - they echo the psychological journeys of the characters, both in terms of how the characters see themselves or what they want to project, but sometimes they may even  subtly foretell future plot points (x).

GIRLISHLY SEXY

As the betrothed of King Joffrey, Margaery sports a new and slightly changed wardrobe in season 3. Gone are the the avantgarde shoulder pieces and gowns. Instead, we are presented with a number of dresses cut from the same template: 

A sleeveless wrap-like bodice of patterned cloth with a deep v-neck, a bare back and discretely structured shoulders.

Flowing skirts of lightweight material.

The waist is emphasized by beribboned borders or a metal belt in the shape of a rose on a thorny vine.

The necklines have become less revealing than they were is season 2, though she still shows a bit of cleavage. However, she still shows quite a bit of skin with her sleeveless dresses that also feature cut-outs that bares her back and sometimes her midriff and shoulders. 

Hogan McLaughling states the issue quite succinctly:

With Joffrey, Margaery’s approach is the polar opposite of the avant-garde mindset with her now-murdered husband Renly.  Her gowns are still beautiful feats of fashion, but the focus is less on the dress and more on her body. (Watchers on the Wall)

The cut-outs offer tantalizing glimpses of her bare skin - these are the dresses of a seductress, and seduction is what Margaery is about in season 3. She is not content with being just a pretty face next to her kingly husband. She wants influence! I have previously discussed how she employs a feminine form of soft power through charity in order to make the people love her - but her sexual charm is another weapon that she strategically deploys in order to bind Joffrey to her. Seduction is another form of soft power, a very intimate one. Cersei is certainly right on the money when she tells Joffrey that Margaery dresses like a “harlot” for a reason. 

The sexy silhouettes of Margaery’s dresses are tempered by the soft baby-blue colour, which is carried over from season 2. The baby-blue colour adds a girlish aspect to the flirty dresses, which perfectly corresponds to the studied way that Margaery performs the role of the innocent, bashful and unambitious maid. I have previously mentioned how Clapton used a very similar shade for one of Sansa’s northern dresses in season 1. However, unlike Sansa, Margaery’s maidenly innocence is simply a facade. She might claim to be a virgin in public but the previous season made it clear that she is a confident and sexually experienced woman.

A NEW POLITICAL PLAYER IN KING’S LANDING

As mentioned above, Clapton designs the costumes in relation to character arcs, so the costuming evolves subtly. One of Clapton’s patterns is to reuse a costume from the end of the previous season in the beginning of the new one in order to create a sense of continuity. 

Thus, in Margaery’s very first scene in season 3, she’s wearing the dress she wore in the season 2 finale - but with a little tweak. In this case, she wears light blue wrap over her seductive blue dress, which conceals the plunging neckline and serves to introduce a Margaery who is a bit more modest in her attire than the last time we saw her.

She keeps to the light blue colour but as the season progresses, the discrete silver pattern on her bodices is replaced by a bolder floral pattern in bright gold. 

The decorative elements become more bold, more golden and more ostentatious - and all of this signals the wealth of the Tyrells. That wealth, based on the agricultural bounty of the Reach, is one of the reasons why they are poised to put their favoured daughter on the throne as Queen Consort. The visual prominence of the golden details on the Tyrell costumes reaches its zenith at the wedding between Sansa Stark and Tyrion Lannister in episode 8. 

Now the Tyrell gold almost rivals the famed Lannister gold - and thus the costumes visually highlight the conversation between Cersei and Margaery where Cersei not very subtly warns Margaery about what happens when upstart Houses presume to rival the Lannisters. 

At the wedding Margaery, Loras and Olenna Tyrell share a colour palette of dusty blue and bright gold in heavy, patterned fabrics. Visually, they create a coherent whole - a united front, politically, where all the family members work together towards a common goal. Thus, their familial and political unity is expressed visually through the costuming.

Clapton makes another highly symbolic addition to Margaery’s costumes in season 3. The sigil of House Tyrell is a golden rose and throughout the season we see her wearing accessories that feature the Tyrell rose. She wears rings in the shape of a rose - but her metallic belt with a centrally placed rose on a thorny vine is perhaps the most ostentatious example of Margaery adorning herself with her House sigil.

One would think that a noble wearing their family sigil wouldn’t be a big deal but in this case it is - because Margaery didn’t wear the Tyrell rose when she was married to Renly Baratheon, a man who called himself king. She only begins to wear her House sigil in the form of a silver pendant when she arrives in King’s Landing in the last episode of season 2.

So Margaery’s rose shaped accessories only make an appearance after she’s betrothed to King Joffrey. This is not a coincidence! This is not just a case of some pretty accessories, this is a subtle political statement, highlighting that Margaery is working not just for herself but also for the interests of her family. The entire marriage is an expression of Tyrell ambition. 

Sure, Margaery wants to be Queen but her father is also pushing hard for this marriage. Neither is Margaery the only Tyrell to wear those rose: both her brother Loras and her grandmother Olenna wears the golden rose. Loras wears a beautiful pin whereas Olenna wears a belt much like Margaery’s (only with more thorny vines) as well as a beautiful golden pattern on one of her blue brocade dresses. Throughout the season the Tyrells have made their presence as new power players felt in King’s Landing - a daughter of their House is poised become Queen, they are feeding the people, winning public affection and their wealth is helping the Lannister regime stay afloat. The prominence of the rose on the Tyrell costumes articulates their status as political power players visually - the golden rose looks set to challenge the golden lion.

A GAME OF CLOTHES

During season 3, Margaery emerges as a political power player in King’s Landing - something Cersei Lannister finds particularly aggravating. Margaery and Cersei stand in opposition to each other since they both seek to influence, even control the king - and Cersei constantly complains about Margaery manipulating Joffrey. She isn’t wrong but she’s the only one who thinks this is a bad thing. The opposition between the two women also finds an expression in the costume design, which costume designer Michele Clapton jokingly refers to as a “costume stand-off” between the two ladies (x).

The costumes of Cersei and Margaery are designed to contrast each other. Where Margaery’s dresses are sleeveless, Cersei’s dresses have long and trailing sleeves. Where Margaery’s dresses are made from light, floaty fabrics, Cersei’s are made from heavier velvet and brocades. Even the colours clash as the picture above proves - the soft baby blue of Margaery’s dress stands in a vivid contrast to the deep crimson of Cersei’s gown. According to Clapton, Margaery’s style ought to be seen as a calculated response to Cersei’s style:

But over the seasons she [Margaery] has refined her look as she has learned how to wield her body to her benefit, explains Clapton. “She honed this look that was girlishly sexy because she could see that it was exactly what Cersei couldn’t do. The more armor and more regal Cersei got, the more girlish and simple Margaery became–very knowing.” (Michele Clapton)

Where Margaery bares her skin, Cersei quite literally covers herself in armour. This particular aspect of the costume design even makes its way into the text itself! In the first episode of the season, Margaery and Loras attends a private dinner party with Joffrey and Cersei. When Joffrey praises Margaery’s rather daring gown, Cersei sees an opportunity to slip in a sarcastic dig at Margaery’s revealing dress:

Cersei: I imagine you might be rather cold.

Margaery deftly deflects Cersei’s snide remark with a sexually charged double-entendre when Joffrey offers to have a shawl brought for her.

Margaery: I’m touched by your concern, Your Grace. Luckily for us Tyrells our blood is quite warm.

Then Margaery returns the “favour” by praising Cersei’s gown, especially the metalwork, i.e. the armour.  

Cersei: You might find a bit of armor quite useful once you become queen. Perhaps before.

Cersei’s armoured dresses visually expresses how beleaguered she feels now that Margaery has arrived. Cersei is on the defensive as she can see her already diminished influence over Joffrey disappear. She feels threatened by Margaery, which becomes very clear throughout the season. Curiously enough, the wide boat-neck of Cersei’s gowns in season 3 looks very similar to the neckline of Margaery’s infamous cone dress from season 2. This was a dress Margaery only wore twice, and in both situations she were in a defensive position, either deflecting Petyr Baelish’s prying into the state of her marriage or trying to do damage control after Renly’s murder (x). 

Margaery’s dresses might seem deceptively simple but when we take a close look at the costumes in relation to the character and the story, these garments say a lot more than what was initially thought.

To be continued....

[asoue-sideblog]

Here’s another awful implication of the infamous Building Meeting transcript:

We are entering people’s homes, taking young children who show exceptional observation and/or notetaking skills, and isolating them, for long periods at least, from people they know. We assign them to strangers and scatter them across the globe, performing errands that are perplexing to them, until their ankles have healed, until we know they can be trusted, and until we know that no one is searching for them any longer. Then, finally, we bring them to headquarters so they can learn the skills they need before they are introduced back into society, in order to make sure the world remains, as we say, quiet.

Emphasis mine. VFD tries to pre-screen, finding children with the right skills and temperament, who are orphans or soon-to-be orphans or have cooperative VFD parents. But what if they get it wrong?

What if they get a child who simply flat-out refuses to do anything that’s asked of them? What if they get a child who is trying to cooperate, but is so angry or scared or depressed that they’re completely unmanageable? What if they get a child with serious behavioral problems, who constantly does things like steal from their watchers or try to set fires, and can’t possibly be judged trustworthy?

What if someone never stops looking for them? What if their parents are dead but they actually have a good, responsible guardian? What if law enforcement is actually on the ball for once? What if the mysterious case of dead pretty rich parents and/or a missing adorable rich child blows up like the Lindbergh baby kidnapping and becomes a media sensation?

There’s already the horrifying prospect of a kid washing out of headquarters training and being left alone with their trauma, but this implies it’s possible for a kid to wash out before even reaching headquarters. Kidnapped, permanently marked, forced to stay with a stranger or strangers who demand they perform meaningless nonsense, and eventually (how long would VFD keep trying?) abandoned.