#isnt it sweet?

[natelawtism]

GUYS. HEAR ME OUT. SAILOR NATE X SIREN ROWAN.

I would like to state first of all idc if sirens can be men or not. ALSO I'm not using the accurate Greek mythology siren (half-bird half-human), I'm using merfolk bc they're fun and I already have so many merfolk aus for rownate. Moving on.

Rowan is swimming when he sees this ship sailing past. So, like any siren, he decides to have a little fun and drown some sailors! The first one he sees on the deck is his first target, which so HAPPENS to be Nate.

Rowan sings to the quite handsome sailor, an alluring and tempting song. His voice his most prized achievement. But.... The sailor doesn't even spare him a glance.

He's confused, watching the man continue working and doing.. something on the deck. Did he put wax in his ears? Rowan had heard stories of humans doing that to protect themselves. He decides to swim closer and sing LOUDER.

Upon further inspection: 1, this man is VERY attractive, and 2, he has NO WAX IN HIS EARS! The man turns to look his way, making eye control with Rowan, JUST to return to his work!

This cannot be happening. Has his song grown boring? Shrill? Why wasn't this human looking at him longer? Rowan should've had him drowned by now. Not only does Rowan take this as a hit to his ego, but he's unbelievably intrigued. He needs to get a closer look at this human.

He attempts to talk to the human, persistent until he answers out of sheer annoyance, and by god his voice is wonderful, too! Even while angry, this boy sounds amazing. Rowan wants to hear him speak more.

They talk for as long as the human will allow, though Nate never becomes more welcoming and Rowan never actually learns his name. But now that Rowan has become hooked (and STILL DOESNT have an answer to why this man is somehow immune to his song) he decides to follow his ship to talk to him more!!

He follows and follows, attempting conversations whenever the man is on deck alone. The first time Rowan saw him on deck with another crew member, he decided he was just going to drown the other man to talk to the human alone! Why not? He hasn't had a chance to drown anyone in foreverrr (a few days at most), and maybe part of him needs validation that his song still works.... but Nate shuts that down quick. As soon as his crewmate begins to be entranced, Nate saves him and throws him under the deck, where he can't jump off the sides. Then Rowan gets a lecture on trying to drown his colleagues.

Now, why would a mythical sea creature listen to some sailor, you ask? Why would a mythical creature listen to a lecture from a human? Who knows. Rowan isn't sure why he's listening, either. But now he is! Look at him, not drowning the human's coworkers.

You would think if Nate was so annoyed he'd try to avoid talking to Rowan at all/become unresponsive/even make sure to ALWAYS be accompanied on deck, but somehow they continue talking. They talk when Nate's working alone, and slowly Rowan can coax facts about the human out. That aren't his name, of course. They get to know each other LIIIITTLE by little, and Rowan even ends up following Nate to his ports! Waiting for that cute sailor boy to come back and talk to him. Eventually, Nate even stops having an air of anger and annoyance when talking to Rowan! Which is a win for him.

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[weaselmcdiesel]

i was being so so so real when i said id make more katnep comics

[mohntilyet]

still i think the one of the more fun differences drawn between illario and lucanis that was lost would be illario's ability to endear himself to others but serious lack of empathy, vs. lucanis' (self perceived) inability to be charming but how much he cares. it's interesting that the game has gone with the "lucanis' ability vs illario's lack thereof" because i think illario being the dellamorte 'best in show dog' vs. lucanis' attack dog would have made me so unwell.

lucanis is... awkward. he's not unlikable, because he is usually very polite, but he doesn't speak much and only seems to care about the other dellamortes. he once sent viago de riva a knife with no note (who knows what he could have meant by this). he does what caterina asks of him, and by his own admission, cannot say no to her. he is a dramatic and prolific killer, and that makes how untouchable he is even worse.

and the crows like illario, sure, AND he's a good assassin! he's even a good crow! he's so good that he can make lucanis smile, and so he is the charming, sociable one. he's the one that stays in treviso and can be relied upon to care, illario's even the one people prefer over caterina and lucanis!

but illario is decoration. he's the prize poodle, and even if poodles were bred to be working dogs, nobody will ever pick him to protect the house over the german shepherd that regularly mauls intruders. anyways the analogy is getting away from me. the point i'm trying to make is that i want illario to have a different kind of jealousy/hatred that's not just over 'being bad at killing' but also an arrogant loathing for everyone around him that is getting harder to hide, because they've forgotten he can bite and is just itching to rip someone's jugular out. illario is very good at hiding his family resemblance to caterina, while lucanis suffers under his grandmother's, and his own, reputation.

[bigfatbreak]

Is chole name already "owned"?

yup! but Zoe genuinely sees her as a sister, so she never orders Chloe to do anything she wouldn't do already.

[choccy-milky]

⭐ HL x animal crossing ⭐

something for fun bc why not......i have free will their personality types?? maybe?? : seb = smug clora = peppy poppy = normal/sweet imelda = snooty ominis = lazy (or cranky tbh) leander = jock natty = sisterly

[sonknuxadow]

god shadow the hedgehog is so disabled . like im hesitant to label him as a canonically disabled character because i doubt that sega intended for him to be interpreted this way but also how could i see this stuff and Not think hes disabled

like oh your body functions differently from whats expected and you have to use certain devices to help you in your day to day life and you could seriously hurt yourself by not using them? okay . cool . tell me more about how youre not disabled

[thekingofspin]

[pseudophan]

dan helping phil down from a tv at the end of the show in warsaw

[anxious-chaos-art]

In honor of ep 4 dropping today here’s my page of kips!

[gesunas]

[dyrdeer]

im sorry hes just like this :(

[sholmeser]

youll never guess what i just played

[wikoymi]

postgame komahina househouse with pet cat named aki (after chiaki) and she really likes nagito. and hajime i guess but if nagitos home she’ll only sit on hajime if nagito is sitting on hajime

[kroovv]

Darcy got a new look 🥺✨

[ahalliance]

etoiles just mentioned that he hopes tubbo’s dealing with the dream drama okay (he’s not too aware of the whole story) <3 though he said it seems like tubbo is kicking dream’s ass pretty well lmao