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b3loveless · 18 days ago

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Unscripted: Neon Dreams Chapter 3 Main Theme Song & Practicing

[Twitter Thread]

@starboundwhisper

🚨JUST DROPPED! 🚨All 200 contestant pics + stats are up, and I am NOT okay! Who’s ready for #StarboundExpressS3?!? 😍✨ There are some seriously gorgeous faces in the mix… but can we TALK about Mi Sha? Like, his bio is basically blank, and I can’t figure out if that’s on purpose or if they just forgot to fill it in?? 😭

@seraphicmoons

Replying to @starboundwhisper

RIGHT??? It’s like they want him to stay mysterious, but now I’m obsessed with him already! Bet he’s the type to crush it in challenges without breaking a sweat. 5 stars, calling it now.

@cosmiccatcher92

Replying to @starboundwhisper

Mi Sha is like if mysterious charisma was a person. Those eyes look like they could suck you in! Is it just me, or does he look like he has some serious history 👀? I’m dying to see what he brings to the stage!!

@Lunaris94

Replying to @seraphicmoons

YES! I mean, Mi Sha’s photo alone has me ready to sell my soul to this season. He looks like some perfect AI generated model, and the fact that he’s basically a complete enigma is KILLING me. If he doesn’t end up as a 5-star legend, I’m throwing hands.

@silverwings79

Replying to @cosmiccatcher92

Same, Mi Sha is giving me such bad boy meets zen master vibes, I can’t handle it 😭 But okay, also, those skill stats though?! His Precision is through the roof! I bet he’s a tactician type.

@orbitfanatic_101

Renato and Ming Kui better end up being best friends OR enemies by episode 2. Look at those smiles! 😇 Definitely both an E person. Also…is it too early to ship Mi Sha and Aimé? Total opposites-to-lovers potential, calling it now. #StarboundExpressS3

@nebulagazer520

Replying to @orbitfanatic_101

Aimé could melt a stone heart with those bambi eyes, so like, YES, this ship has my full support! 😍 But, Renato? I'm actually shipping him with Rozier 🤭 That guy is clearly born to be dramatic. I’m here for his intensity, lol. Imagine him and Renato paired up? Chaos or romance, either way, I’ll be happy.

@moongalaxie88

Not even a week in, and we’re already drowning in ships 😂 But y’all, let’s talk Augustus’s elegance 🖤 Absolute top-tier. He looks like he could befriend Mi Sha, actually. Cool and calm types, keeping everyone in line!

@cosmosrosebud

I’m so ready to watch Phoenix DESTROY everyone on the stage. Those Vocal stats are 🔥! He’s definitely making top 10. #TeamPhoenix 👏👏

@nyctophilexoxo

Did anyone notice Rory looks like a literal cinnamon roll, yet has INSANE Performance stats? Bet he’s one of those quiet underdogs.

@starshine_spirit

Personal thought—June’s aesthetic?? SO soft and understated, with that shy smile. I can't believe he's a rapper. Alpha on stage but omega off stage—love that gap moe! 🤤

[Reddit Thread: r/StarboundExpress]

u/galacticdreamer

[Discussion] Starbound Express S3 Contestant Stats & Pics—Early Predictions!

Alright, y’all, who’s looked through all 200? My predictions: Mi Sha’s definitely a contender for the 5-star rating ASAP. He’s already trending for his near perfect face AND stats—I mean hello? Those Focus and Strategy stats are insane! What’s everyone’s thoughts??

u/stardust_sipper

Totally agree! His profile is so minimal, like they know they don’t even have to try with him because we’re all hooked 😭 Anyone else think we’re getting that ~trauma backstory~ vibe? I mean, that look in his eyes…

u/meteormelody

Lol yes, Mi Sha’s already in everyone’s “dark and mysterious” list! Also though, I need someone to explain Renato and Rozier to me—are they here to steal our hearts or each other’s throats?? Cause their pics say both.

u/solardreaming

Renato/Rozier ship has my FULL support 😍 But also, can we talk about Aimé? He looks like he��d get flustered by a strong breeze. So wholesome compared to the rest of them!! I’ll be devastated if he’s the first to go.

u/horizonsway

Wild theory: Aimé’s gonna play the “shy softie teammate” but then outwit everyone. His stats rank just under Mi Sha's when it comes to being an all-rounder. Bet he’s gonna serve looks AND get the 5-star rating first…

u/shipperqueen: People shipping Renato and Rozier but I’m all in on Phoenix x Mi Sha because y’all, they’re both way too beautiful to stay platonic, just saying. 😏

u/blu3dwarf

Oh, Phoenix and Mi Sha together would be fire and ice! 😍 But I think Mi Sha’s playing the long game; he seems like the quiet strategist who’ll slowly make alliances. I mean, *look at those stats*—if that's not a sign of a boss character then I don't know what is.

u/constellationkid

Mi Sha looks like he could destroy everyone without blinking, but they all have their strengths. That’s what’s making me nervous/excited to see who’ll actually make it through. My gut says he’ll get the 5-star first, though. Something about him just feels inevitable.

The persistent alarm ringtone sounding from his communicator shattered the tranquility of his bedroom in a manner that promised a spectacularly busy day. Mi Sha stretched with a groan of reluctance—gone were the days of waking up whenever he felt like it. As he stared dazedly at the canopy above his bed, he slowly recalled the events of yesterday: being kidnapped and roped into participating in his own idol survival show, receiving the seasons first 5 stars rating, and now rooming with three people he has only just met.

He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he’d dreamt the absurdity, but the quiet noise of the others moving outside his closed bedroom door told him otherwise. Pulling himself out of bed, Mi Sha quickly dressed in something serviceable, a practical and boring black tee over black jeans with the white silk bomber jacket as the only new addition to be added.

When he finally stumbled out of his room he nearly did a double take. Rozier was seated at the round table on the balcony just outside the common area, sipping tea with such ease and elegance that Mi Sha almost believed he was witnessing a performance rather than a morning ritual.

A porcelain tea set, complete with delicate tea leaves in a separate bowl, sat meticulously arranged in front of Rozier, who was already immaculately dressed in an outfit that looked both effortless and like it had been curated by a professional stylist. Mi Sha watched as Rozier’s fingers danced gracefully over the teapot, pouring a steady, delicate stream into his cup.

“Morning,” Mi Sha greeted, voice rough with sleep.

Rozier glanced up, then raised an eyebrow in a way that Mi Sha was beginning to think was his signature expression. “You're up late.”

“Yeah. And you’re up early.” Mi Sha tried not to make it sound too much like an accusation.

Rozier quirked his thin lips in a half-smile with all the superiority of someone who’d been awake for hours. “I believe in starting my day with calm and reflection. Tea is essential.”

Mi Sha nodded, trying to keep his expression neutral, but he couldn’t help but remember how each of Rozier’s suitcases had been gently stacked by the footmen last night, their porcelain masked faces hiding any judgment that might have been there. Now he had an inkling why Rozier had packed half a household. He glanced at the tea leaves, the porcelain, and Rozier’s pristine outfit and thought, this guy could turn a survival game into an afternoon tea party. Rozier wasn’t just particular—he was practically living in his own little kingdom.

With a parting nod, Mi Sha ducked into the bathroom, hoping a splash of water would shake off the haze of sleep that still clung stubbornly to him. It spoke to how peaceful his life had become in the past five years that he wasn't alert at a moment's notice.

Truly, he had become quite degraded. Human habit was a frightening thing indeed.

But his self-deprecating musings came to a halt as soon as he opened the door. Phoenix and Aimé were already there, each monopolizing a corner of the vast marble counter.

Phoenix stood by the mirror, glossy dark blonde hair falling just above his shoulders, focused on spritzing cologne like he was preparing to attend some fancy event. The sharp scent wafted through the room, its notes smoky and unmistakably dark, making Mi Sha’s usual lack of perfume feel like an oversight.

Next to him, Aimé dabbed moisturizer along his cheekbones, his face shining with what looked like pure radiance under the bathroom lights. Those natural blue-black curls, framed his face in an artful mess, as if he’d woken up like that. Which, Mi Sha knew, was impossible.

Phoenix gave him a brief nod through the mirror’s reflection. “Good morning.”

Aimé’s smile was softer, still very much shy. “Did you sleep okay?” He finished applying his moisturizer, patting his face gently with practiced care.

“Uh, yeah.” Mi Sha scratched his neck, suddenly conscious of his own reflection staring back at him, distinctly less polished than either of his roommates. He’d thought everyone would be sleepily stumbling to breakfast, not… preparing for a photo-op. But then again, it made sense, they were idols-in-making and this place was literally swarming with hummingbird drones capturing their every move.

While they primped, Mi Sha quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, and swiped a hand through his hair, considering himself presentable enough. But looking over at Phoenix, whose glossy locks were as lethal as his cologne, and Aimé, who glowed like he had his own spotlight, he wondered privately if maybe he was the outlier here. Maybe he should start carrying his idol baggage more seriously as well?

Moments later, they made their way down the staircase to the dining hall, an airy space with tall glass windows and a sumptuous spread that looked more like a five-star brunch buffet than the take-out meals Mi Sha was used to. The long tables gleamed with dishes, from plates of fresh fruit and steaming pastries to waffles piled high with whipped cream.

Phoenix’s eyes lit up as they took in the spread, and even Rozier’s usual stony gaze softened at the sight of eggs benedict and smoked salmon.

Mi Sha’s stomach rumbled, and he scanned the hall for a good place to start his morning feast. Before he could decide, a figure hovering near the dessert table caught his eye. June Kim, the waifish, doll-like contestant with the deep bass growl who’d barely said a word last night when not rapping, was staring at a tray of delicate pastries with a strange mix of longing and indecision.

“Going for dessert first?” Mi Sha asked, making his way over.

June jumped, caught off guard, and his cheeks flushed. When combined with those startled amber eyes and his pale pink hair, Mi Sha was suddenly reminded of a timid bunny—albeit a large one at his height of 188 cm that was even 4 cm taller than his own. “Uh, well, I… haven’t decided. They just look so... I mean, they’re really fancy, don’t you think?”

Mi Sha smiled. “Fancy’s one way to put it. They look pretty edible to me.”

June blinked, then smiled back tentatively. “True. It’s just… I don’t usually have stuff like this. And… I dunno what to choose first?”

Mi Sha tilted his head thoughtfully, taking in the array of pastries—muffins with golden tops, tarts dusted in powdered sugar, and what he could only describe as small, edible works of art. “If you can't choose, why not try a little bit of everything. It's free food.”

June glanced around, clearly unconvinced, but took a deep breath and reached for a tart. Mi Sha gave him an encouraging nod, then added one to his own plate.

As he went off to join the others at their table, he noticed Rozier was already seated, napkin on his lap, cutting up his smoked salmon breakfast toast with fork and knife in his usual refined way, completely unfazed by the bustling breakfast energy around him. After witnessing Rozier’s posh ways, it was no longer surprising whatever he did now. Mi Sha shook his head in mild befuddlement, but Rozier didn’t seem to notice.

The other contestants gradually filled up the many round tables in the hall, and Mi Sha found himself surrounded by the mix of personalities he was still figuring out. Rozier, taking small but quick meticulous bites with a silver fork; Phoenix, who tucked into his vegetarian breakfast after flashing a mild smile his way; Aimé, buttering his croissant with a serious focus, a glass of organic milk by his hand, thick curled lashes casting shadows on the tops of his cheekbones; and now June, who was trying not to look guilty about his second pastry at a separate table nearby.

Midway through breakfast, a disembodied yet familiar voice echoed through the dining hall. The Baroness’ shrill tones practically oozed enthusiasm, breaking into a cheerful announcement.

“Good morning, little stars! I hope you’re well-rested, because today’s your first big challenge! But first…” A dramatic pause. “You’ll get to meet the Starbound Express theme song for this season—‘Incandescent Soul’! You’ll hear it every day, every night, and maybe in your dreams! Kekeke~”

Several virtual screens flickered to life near the contestants, and the catchy beat of the theme song began to pulse through the room. It was an electric tune with an infectious rhythm, perfect for setting the tone of the show. The lyrics were bold, celebrating the ambition, passion, and unbridled chaos of the competition.

When the song ended, the Baroness’ voice returned, this time with an edge of glee. “All of you will be learning the special choreography set to this theme. After three days, we’ll be filming it for the season’s official opening montage!” Then her tone took a turn, becoming deeper, almost a conspiratorial whisper, “But before that, we must not forget the very important official ratings. Will you rise or will you fall, my little stars?”

Mi Sha looked around, his eyebrows raised. Aimé no longer seemed to be able to eat another bite of croissant, while Phoenix furrowed his eyes, muttering, “Choreography? I'm not much of a dancer.”

Rozier looked up, dark stormy eyes trained on him in subtle provocation. “Afraid of a little dancing?”

Phoenix’s gaze hardened slightly, but noticing a nearby hummingbird drone he replied lightly. “If that’s all it takes to win over the audience, Rozier, then yes, I’m absolutely terrified.”

Rozier let out a noncommittal hum, thin lips twisting sardonically.

Mi Sha raised an inky eyebrow, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Well then, better get an early start on the practicing, right?”

A collective murmur of agreement passed around the table as the screens flickered out, leaving the theme song’s catchy beat reverberating in their minds.

As everyone knows, in large-scale idol survival shows, there is usually a group performance involving all or most of the contestants. It's not only the first official appearance of the contestants to the public, but also a major opportunity for contestants who failed the initial rating stage to earn a chance to advance, making it easier for them to be noticed by the audience.

Everyone was giving it their all for this moment.

The ballroom echoed with the murmurs and steps of the contestants as they filed in after breakfast, some fiddling with their communicator which they’d been allowed to keep, listening to the main theme song recorded on it. “Incandescent Souls” was a high-energy track, layered with rhythmic basslines and syncopated claps, pulsing with a sense of grandiosity, like something made to capture both the thrill of stardom and the cutthroat competition they’d signed up for.

In fact, the initial rating evaluation has its own nuances, which the contestants have more or less researched before the competition.

Apart from the over-the-top dramatic storylines like "a contestant who fails the initial rating and receives a one-star, leading all the one-stars to rise and challenge th five-stars," or "a dark horse who surprises everyone and snatches a spot among the five-stars," the five-star players generally fall into three categories—those with exceptional dance skills who aren't tone-deaf, those with outstanding singing ability and those with a unique asset that set them apart such as rapping or songwriting skills.

Most of the strong contestants who lack dancing ability, but are destined to be lead vocalists, are given four-stars. Likewise, those with excellent stage presence and performance abilities but possessed only passable vocal and dance ability were also put in this category.

Mi Sha stood among the contestants, watching the young men around him. Phoenix stood next to him while Rozier and Aimé also lingered near. Mi Sha could see the familiar bright golden head of Renato chatting with the contestants surrounding him as cheerful as ever, while June was by himself off to one side, quietly tapping his fingers against his leg as he tried to internalize the rhythm.

At precisely 7:00 a.m., the grand double doors swung open, and in glided the two judges they’d briefly seen yesterday. The woman moved with the grace of a butterfly, her pink gown fluttering around her like rosy wings. Her porcelain mask gleamed under the ballroom lights, and those sapphire-encrusted eyes seemed to glint with a cold, measured intensity. Beside her, the gentleman in a plum pinstripe suit tapped his crystal-knobbed cane against the marble floor, the painted mustache on his mask giving him a whimsical but stern appearance. They stopped in front of the crowd, regarding each contestant with an air of detached curiosity.

“You may call me Lady,” the woman’s voice emerged like a delicate, high chime. She fluttered her ostrich-feather fan as if each of them had been graced by her mere presence. “I will be your vocal mentor, ensuring that each of you produces nothing less than art.”

“And I am Monsieur or Sir to you all,” the man in plum added, his voice a smooth baritone with a distinct snap. “I will guide you all in dance. I suggest you give it everything you have—because we will be watching every detail.”

With a flick of her fan, the Lady gestured towards a towering virtual screen that shimmered into existence behind her, displaying the lyrics, moves, and expressions expected for the show’s theme song. The screen pulsed along with the beat, and as the music picked up, a hologram appeared, performing the choreography in perfect synchronicity with the lyrics.

Mi Sha tilted his head as he studied the moves, memorizing the rhythm with an efficiency that came from years of surviving high-stakes challenges. Next to him, he could hear Phoenix muttering under his breath as he attempted the steps with clumsy jerks, his brows furrowing tighter with each misstep.

"Now," the Monsieur clapped his hands. "Split into your respective groups and head to the practice rooms in the west wing of the second floor. We will be by shortly to make the rounds. Five-star contestants—let's see if you live up to your rating. Four-stars, consider this your chance to rise. The rest of you, show us something surprising."

Without another word, Mi Sha joined Rozier and Phoenix, moving toward the door that would lead them up the grand staircase. Aimé shot them an uncertain smile as he branched off to the room for four-stars. In truth, Aimé should have gotten a higher rating but unfortunately he made an error due to nerves and the judges gleefully slapped four-stars on him instead. Mi Sha offered him a brief nod in response, just enough to encourage him before they parted.

The practice rooms for the five-stars was a polished, high-ceilinged space with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and warm lighting that spilled over the polished wood floor. Music filled the room as soon as they entered, invisible speakers embedded seamlessly in the walls pulsing with the beat of the theme song. Mi Sha took up position in one corner of the room, Rozier and Phoenix moving beside him as they spread out to practice. There was plenty of room as there were only 17 five-stars in total.

The choreography wasn’t particularly difficult—at least, not for someone who’d spent years analyzing the movements of enemies in a life-or-death setting. Mi Sha mirrored the hologram’s movements with a focus so intense that the beat seemed to sync with his heartbeat, each move flowing seamlessly to the next. He twisted, leapt, and shifted his weight, each step precise.

Rozier was quick to pick up the movements too, his background in ballroom training easily helping him translate the movements of the choreography. However his movements, though elegant, lacked the sharpness of the jazz style, something that came naturally to Mi Sha, who’d trained himself to move with lethal efficiency. Phoenix, however, was another matter entirely.

Phoenix exhaled sharply after his third stumble, running a hand through his hair in frustration and dislodging the half-ponytail it was in. His expression exasperated, his lips pulling into a thin line as he eyed the screen. “I feel and look like a rusty and defective automaton.”

Mi Sha paused, taking note of Phoenix’s frustration. It wasn’t just a matter of understanding the steps—Phoenix was tense, his movements rigid and aggressive, more suited for a fight than the rhythmic fluidity required here.

“Phoenix,” Mi Sha said quietly, approaching him. “You’re treating the steps like an attack. Relax your shoulders; think of it like water. Flow with the music instead of fighting it.”

Violet eyes peered back at him in skepticism but after a moment’s hesitation, he rolled his shoulders and gave it another try. This time, his movements were smoother, less sharp-edged, but he still struggled with the rhythm.

“Better,” Mi Sha encouraged, moving beside him and guiding him through the steps one by one. “Focus on breathing with the beat—it’s like syncing with someone’s pulse.”

It took a few tries, but eventually, Phoenix found a rhythm, his previous frustration melting into something closer to concentration. Mi Sha stepped back, watching as Phoenix finally fell into sync with the music.

Just as Phoenix managed a full run-through of the choreography without stumbling, a finger suddenly tapped Mi Sha on the shoulder. Mi Sha followed it to its owner, a four-star contestant with a head of tousled honey blonde hair and an infectious grin.

Renato.

“Mind if I crash?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with eager charm.

Rozier's dark gray eyes swept over in displeasure, but Mi Sha nodded.

“Not at all,” he replied, moving to restart the music. As Renato took his place beside them, Mi Sha noticed that he carried himself with an easy grace. Each step, however, was marred by a slight hesitation, like someone half-forgetting the moves as he performed them.

Mi Sha stepped closer to him. “You’re hesitating between moves,” he noted. “If you’re second-guessing, you’ll throw yourself off balance.”

Renato glanced at him with a smirk. “Not everyone’s a born machine, Mi Sha,” he teased, his tone one of good natured humor. “But since you’ve obviously got it down—think you could give me a few pointers?”

The request, even laced with a coquettish wheedle, was an admission of sorts—a small allowance of vulnerability. Mi Sha regarded him with surprise before offering a nod.

“It’s all about breaking down the rhythm,” Mi Sha explained. “Watch.” He demonstrated the first few steps, pausing between them to show Renato how each move connected. “Focus on the connections. Treat each motion like a pathway to the next, not an isolated step.”

Renato tried again, this time following Mi Sha’s lead. Slowly, the hesitation began to fade, his steps becoming smoother as he adapted to the flow of the routine. Mi Sha fell into step beside him, guiding him through the trickier parts, and within minutes, Renato was moving with a newfound confidence.

“Better,” Mi Sha commented once Renato completed a run-through without stumbling. “Now just keep at it until it feels natural.”

Renato gave him a low whistle of appreciation. “I owe you one. Guess I underestimated the difficulty of all this.” He shot Mi Sha a sidelong glance, his expression curious. “How did you learn to move like that? Did you have formal training?”

Mi Sha’s gaze flickered but it was too fast to notice. “Not really? I'm more of a boxing and close combat kind of guy.”

There was a beat of silence, and Renato’s smile widened, “That's so cool! I bet you would be the type to do all the stunts yourselves if you were to act in an action movie, huh?”

But before Mi Sha could reply, Rozier clapped his hands.

“If you're quite finished with the bonding, gentlemen,” Rozier drawled, his tone cool and indifferent, though the annoyance was unmistakable. “Can we perhaps get back to practicing in peace?”

Renato flashed him a sticky sweet smile, “The last time I've become jealous about a friend being stolen by another was back in kindergarten.”

Rozier's eyes narrowed, the dark gray becoming slivers of slate.

Mi Sha looked at Phoenix, not understanding what was happening. At the other's shrug, Mi Sha decidedly wrote it off as those two possessing clashing magnetic fields.

As the music started up again, they all fell into formation, each of them finding their place within the rhythm. Phoenix’s movements grew sharper, his confidence restored, clearly a fast learner. Renato matched Mi Sha’s pace, his natural charisma now shining through with each step. Rozier, as usual, added a touch of flair, his movements more theatrical than practical.

By the end of the hour, they were all drenched in sweat, but the routine had become second nature to them. It was only then that the Lady and the Monsieur made their rounds back to the five-stars group, watching the contestants practice from their place by the door.

The Lady clapped her gloved hands delicately. “Impressive, five-stars. Perhaps there’s hope for you all yet.”

The Monsieur simply nodded in approval, his fingers tracing the crystal knob of his cane in an inscrutable manner. “I see some of you have chosen to focus on the dance first. If there are any questions you may step over one at a time, likewise for vocal related questions. On a side note, I ask the interloper to kindly return back to where he came from.”

Putting on an expression of playful chagrin, Renato glanced at Mi Sha, that seraphic smile of his increasing in another degree of sweetness. “Thanks for the help back there. You’re full of surprises, Misha. See you around?”

Noticing the different pronunciation of his name, Mi Sha raised an eyebrow but only nodded in reply, giving him a slight smile. He was not the only surprising one here. He knew all too well that surprises were part of the game—especially when the stakes were this high.

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infinitelytheheartexpands · 9 months ago

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annnnnnnnnnnd we’re back!:

-somebody is having a really bad day

-measure for measure

-why does everyone love putting heads on pikes so much

-cocktail party time!

-mourning chic

-making sex jokes about your brother

-edward that is a TERRIBLE in

-this girl’s got good comebacks

-“the bluntest wooer in christendom” you got that right

-oh so he just straight up proposed to her lmao

-and there’s the richard we all know and love (to hate)

-i love the moody piano in the background

-audience: *laughs at richard talking about his looks*

richard: is that a fucking joke to you (not wrong, honestly)

-yeah i wish they would have cast a disabled actor but a) this was the 80s and people didn’t do that *sigh* and b) andrew jarvis continues to be great nonetheless

-“many lives stand between me and the crown” has anyone ever considered doing henry vi part 3 and richard iii in the style of a gentleman’s guide to love and murder (2014)?

-oh hey henry finally sort of became a monk! (i mean he has a wife and kid but yeah)

-awwwwwww precious baby

-margaret keeps fighting

-oh hey warwick what are you doing here

-edward is just like “i’d like to leaaaaaaaaave”

-this lady is just so confused

-if looks could kill

-ohhhhhhhh shit

-warwick: friendship ended with edward now henry is my best friend

-well at least she’s willing to forgive i guess

-oh so now we have the kingmaker and all of france on henry’s side

-messenger is like idk what the fuck just happened

-the line read on “his well-chosen briiiiiiiide” lmao

-well this wedding party is going splendidly

-he gave back the white rose lmao

-elizabeth: i’m sittin’ heeeeeeere cryin’ in my wedding dress

-so edward just got arrested

-i have conflicted feelings about this dress

-so henry’s free!

-making friends all around!

-adorable child is adorable

-uh oh!!!

-well that came out of nowhere

-henry: i’m here for peace! i’m unarmed!

edward: *snatches henry’s prayer book*

- poor henry does not deserve this

-okay so clarence just switched sides again

-that was actually pretty adorable

-did warwick just get straight up killed

-answer: no he didn’t

-correction: yes he did

-aww margaret and ned

-go maggie go

-well that went poorly

-TELL THEM OFF NED

-no but why does “i know my duty; you are all undutiful” go so hard

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-margaret’s SCREAMS oh my GOD

-“kill me too!” “marry, i shall” RICHARD OH MY GOD I’M DYING

-not richard spitting on margaret to revive her omg

-no but why is richard so funny in this scene this scene is SAD

-someone pls give margaret all the hugs

-“thou hast no children, butchers” 😭

-edward this is NOT FUCKING FUNNY

-they’re forcing her to live on…

-“i hope you die. i hope you ALL die.”

-anyway all hail june watson

-henry continues to be a nerdy cinnamon roll

-“ay, my good lord…my lord, i should say rather. ‘tis sin to flatter.” HAHAHAHA GET HIM

-oh he KNOWS

-he knows ned’s dead 😭

-henry’s going OFF but in his own quiet way

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-“for this, amongst the rest, was i ordained” is a baller line though

-and even at his death, he still believes in the best and prays for forgiveness, even for his murderer 😭

-truly a cinnamon roll

-okay but was that necessary richard

-wherever henry is going, it’s definitely not hell

-congrats on the baby!

-yeah i wouldn’t be so sure about that edward

-wait i thought this was from richard iii? (it is. more editorial changes)

-okay yeah that was really good. A Lot Happened, baby!

alright henry vi: house of york let’s get it

@shredsandpatches

#henry vi part 3 #henry vi #shakespeare #william shakespeare #plays #theatre #theater #yeah that was a LOT!

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creoterative · 2 years ago

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20 Incorrect Pokemon Quotes

Info: These are not mine, I just altered the characters in them, I got them from tumgir.com. Still, was a lot of fun making these, and especially because I could put a lot of Paul into it, am so hyped right now for 10th of June. Maybe I’ll even push myself to get the next chapter for the Lambda Core ready a little bit earlier.

Ash: I lost my girlfriend, Misty. Can you help me find them?

Random stranger: What do they look like?

Ash: bEAUTIFUL!?

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Ash, Banging on the door: Paul, open up!

Paul: It all started when I was a little boy...

Ash: No, I meant-

Dawn: Let him finish.

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Paul: I've never been in a snowball fight before.

Dawn: Really?

Paul: So is there a point system or is it to the death?

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*Paul walks into the house, covered in mud and probably blood, has some small cuts and bruises on his body and face*

Maylene: *Stops talking with Reggie and looks at Paul* What did you do?

Paul: Ok you have to promise me you won't get mad.

Reggie: Paul, what. Did. You. Do.

Paul: So I was minding my own business-

Reggie, Slams hands down onto the table: BULLSHIT!

Paul: I WAS!?

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Barry: Hey did it hurt?

Dawn: ...? When I fell from heaven?

Barry: No, when you fell from the vending machine.

Dawn, Confused: ...

Barry: Cause you're a snacc~

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Reggie: You're awfully quiet today.

Paul: No one plans a murder out loud.

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Dawn, Eating a cinnamon roll: *Munch*

Conway: Cannibalism.

Dawn: *Confused chewing noises*

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Paul: wHO AtE mY gODDaMN FrIeS?! You wanna go-

Dawn: I did.

Paul: -On a date with me? We can get more fries if you want?

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Paul: Do you have the time?

Reggie: For you, Paul? Are you joking? Paul, I would always make time for you. My time is precious but you are more so. Paul, you... are a shining pearl in a sea of mediocrity. I would do anything for you. *Wipes tear*

Paul: Thanks, but like what time is it?

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Paul: I'm really into dark humour.

Ash, Turning off the light: Hey, do you wanna hear a joke?

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Ash: *SLAPS the whiteboard*

Whiteboard: Cockle.

Ash: Cockle.

Paul: Mhm.

Paul: Gee, Ash, I wonder why that could possibly be your favourite word?

Gary: IT'S GOT 'COCK' RIGHT IN THE FRONT. RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING!

Ash: It means-

Barry: IT'S GOT COCK!

Barry: U do NOT care about the meaning. It's got cock in it.

Ash: IT MEANS!

Ash: ...

Ash:'To bugle out in certain places'.

Paul: *Puts his head in his hands*

Barry: ...

Gary: ...

Gary: Like a COCK-

Ash: Like a COCK-

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Ash: You think just because you ask for my attention that I'm going to give it to you?

Misty: Damn straight!

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Ash: 'Sleepy' is so much better & cuter than 'Tired' everyone needs to stop using 'Tired' and start saying 'Sleepy' instead.

Paul: I'm sleepy of your shit.

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Reggie: *Knock knock*

Maylene, sniffing: Who is it?

Reggie: Uh *Looks back at Paul* Who is it?

Paul: Say it's the tax people.

Reggie: The taxes.

Maylene: You can't come in.

Paul: Tell them we gonna fucking kill their entire family if they don't let us in!

Reggie: We have cookies~

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Conway: What's the time?

Ash: Lemme check.

Ash: *Pulls out saxophone*

Ash: *REALLY LOUD SAXOPHONE NOISE*

Paul: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING A SAXOPHONE AT 2 IN THE MORNING!!??

Ash: It's 2!

Conway: Uhh... Thanks Ash!

Ash: No problem~

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Reggie: Ask me why I love you.

Maylene: Why do you love me?

Reggie, Opening a 200 slide Powerpoint: I'm glad you asked.

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Dawn: Is there a word that's a mix between sad and mad?

Ash: ...Smad?

Paul: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Brock: No, It's smad!?

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Paul: I invited you back to the living world because I crave the deadliest game.

Ash: Knife monopoly?

Paul: I was actually gonna hunt you down for sport, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife monopoly is.

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Reggie: Paul, I know you think you're helping but stop it.

Paul: I don't think I'm helping.

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Barry: Rules are made to be broken.

Paul: Rules are made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Ash: Uh, pinatas?

Conway: Glow sticks.

Dawn: Karate boards!

Misty: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Barry: Rules!

#pokemon paul #pokemon ash #Ash Ketchum #pokemon conway #Pokemon Dawn #pokemon barry #pokemon brock #pokemon journeys #pokemon anime #incorrect quotes

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dyspunktional-leviathan · 2 years ago

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June: looks like a cinnamon roll, actually is a cinnamon roll

Rose: looks like she could kill you, could actually kill you

Dave: looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll

Jade: looks like a cinnamon roll, actually could kill you

#blorboposting #general blorbing tag #homestuck #j egbert #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #leviathan.txt

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firstprincesnowbaz · 4 years ago

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Looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you: June, Bea

Looks like they could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll: Alex

Looks like a cinnamon roll, and is actually a cinnamon roll: Henry

Looks like they could kill you, and will probably kill you: Nora, Zhara

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #alex and henry #alex claremont diaz #casey mcquiston #henry fox mountchristen windsor #hrh prince dickhead #hrh prince henry #prince henry of wales #henry and alex #historyhuh #fandom #books #cinnamon roll #firstprince

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midnight-mama · 2 years ago

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𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻

Tw: Mentions of murder/death

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Name: Name: Melody Harper-Collins

Age: 29-33 years old

DOB: June 27th

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

POB: Brooklyn, NY

Height: 5'6

Occupation: Bakery Owner, Ghost Hunter

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Overall, December is extremely antisocial due to trauma from her childhood and her ability to speak to spirits. She doesn't open up or even speak to people who are approved by the ghosts who follow her.

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The Character’s Abilities

Powers/Abilities: Can interact with and speak with spirits. Astral projection.

Fighting Style: Normally, she uses random objects as weapons. She has no intention of trying to seriously harm anyone but will if need be.

Preferred Weapon(s): None.

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Shipping notes:

December is very interested in more masculine men and women. She tends go vibe a lot with the hard on the outside and soft on the inside type.

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Looks like she could kill you, But is actually a Cinnamon Roll.....who can kill you.

Will follow what the spirits say, and if not, she will keep note of their words

Went to college and got an Arts degree

Extremely patient

She eats a lot of vegetarian food but isn't actually a vegetarian or vegan

Really wants a pet chinchilla but can't afford it

Always looses her car keys

Can and will forget to eat

Dates around but most always fail

The ghosts that follow her are named Linda and Victor. According to them, Linda is her Aunt on her mother's side. While Victor is her grandfather on her father's side

When she was a child, she befriended a child ghost who gave her the nickname December

She continued to go by that ever since

Her parents died when she was only about Seven years old. According to the police it was a Murder-suicide

December has openly disagreed with this but was told she was misremembering

December gained the ability to speak to ghosts after her parents died

#muses #👻muse: ghostgirl

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periperi-winkle · 4 years ago

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Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Alex

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: June

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Henry

Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: Nora

Tired of cinnamon rolls: Zahra

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #june claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #nora #why are they so amazing #has this been done idk #beautiful people #love them #beautiful chaos

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notveryglittery · 4 years ago

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birthday prince (2)

summary: roman had no idea it was possible to die from too much love but logan sure is trying. words: 2,000 / ship: logince (logan/roman) author’s note: this is part two of my Giving The Gay Anything He Wants series for roman’s birthday (june 4)! all ships are written implied romantic but i’m not stopping you from interpreting it otherwise. check the end notes on ao3 for credit on these gifts (bc i don’t know where to put them in this post)! i hope you enjoy!!

part 1 (roceit) | part 2 (logince) | part 3 (prinxiety) part 4 (royality) | part 5 (dlampts) read on ao3

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Roman woke to the smell of bacon. And eggs. And hash browns. … Cinnamon rolls too, maybe? He groaned, rolling over onto his back. Kicking his legs up, he used the following momentum to swing himself into a sitting position. There was a little bit of vertigo at moving so quickly, but this was how he always got himself out of bed since it usually provided him a sudden surge of energy. He squinted, looking towards the door, and trying to decide how badly he actually wanted to get out of bed in order to have breakfast. On the one hand, it all smelled absolutely mouthwatering. On the other hand, he was very warm and comfortable.

Three precise knocks made the decision for him.

"Roman, are you awake?"

At the sound of Logan's voice, a smile lit up Roman's face. "Yes! Come in!"

The scents of all the tempting foods were much stronger now and, as Logan entered carrying a tray in one hand, it became clear as to why. Logan was still wearing an apron and there was a smidge of flour on his forehead. He moved carefully so as not to spill or drop anything. Roman hoped the mug was filled with coffee made with too much cream and sugar. Before he could offer any help, Logan gestured at him to sit back; in the same moment, he flipped the legs of the tray open. Once Roman was settled, Logan set the stand down over his lap. His nose had been right in picking out eggs, bacon, and hash browns. There was a small bowl of fruit (with green grapes, his favorite!) and yes, the coffee was the exact color as he liked it.

"There are cinnamon rolls baking still," Logan said, sitting down on the mattress and reaching forward to brush Roman's hair back from his eyes. His smile was so soft and fond, Roman thought he might melt if it were directed at him for too much longer. "Did you sleep well?"

Catching Logan's hand before he could pull away completely, Roman pressed a kiss to the bottom of his palm. "I did, thank you. So, what's this for, then?"

Logan shook his head, as if he didn't understand the question. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. Eat. I'll return momentarily."

He was up and gone by the time Roman remembered that his birthday was later that week. He laughed a little, burying his face in his hands. The food was delectable, all of it still hot and fresh. Somehow, the coffee was even better than usual; perhaps because it had been made and served by someone he cared for so dearly. He scrolled through social media as he ate, feeling happy and relaxed. It was an exceedingly nice way to start his morning, especially knowing that he had plenty of things to deal with later on.

True to his word, Logan was back in roughly twenty minutes. He had a plate and two glasses of milk. He seemed satisfied that Roman had finished all his food and, with a snap of his fingers, removed the breakfast tray. He left his things on the bedside table and pulled a notebook from thin air. Roman recognized it as one of his many planners. He sat down again, posture slightly stiff, but Roman could tell it was because he was resisting joining Roman in bed. He wondered how he could convince him…

Flipping through the pages, Logan adjusted his glasses before beginning. “As far as I’m aware, the tasks you had scheduled for today were the following: selecting the name and song for Shoutout Sunday, washing the linens, preparing April’s shorts for compiling, and… corralling Remy to ensure Thomas sleeps well tonight.”

Roman snorted at Logan’s choice of words. “That’s all of it. Thank you for breakfast, darling. I’ve got plenty of energy to get started now!”

Logan tutted and held up a hand to stop Roman from getting up any further. “It is taken care of.”

Roman frowned. “... Pardon?”

“Your chores. The last load of laundry is in the dryer now. I’ve spoken with Thomas regarding Sunday’s video. Bargaining with Remy did take some time. However— Are you crying?” Logan’s voice hitched in sudden concern and he reached over to cradle Roman’s cheek in his hand.

Roman sniffled. “It’s okay, Lo. I’m happy… Just a little overwhelmed.” He pressed his own hand against Logan’s and gave him a shaky smile. “Why did you do all of this?”

Logan shifted so that he was better facing Roman. “You deserve to be taken care of. That is a constant, of course. In particular, this is in celebration of your birthday. I am well aware of the shenanigans made for the day itself so I thought I would ‘jump the gun,’ so to speak.”

Roman didn’t want to be dramatic or anything (hah) but he was pretty sure Logan was trying to kill him. “I haven’t the faintest idea how I could begin to thank you.”

“That’s just fine,” Logan reassured him. “I wouldn’t want you to, anyway.”

Roman laughed under his breath and gently moved away from Logan’s hold. He wiped at the tears that lingered on his eyelashes. “Well, it seems I have more free time than I thought I would. Have you got anything else up your sleeves?”

“Seeing as this garment lacks the necessary amount of fabric to do so, no. However, I did have something in mind that I believe you would enjoy participating in?”

“Lead the way, my star.”

After giving Roman some time to freshen up and change, they left his room, snacking on their cinnamon rolls and milk as they walked. It was still early, not yet noon, and Roman appreciated the peaceful atmosphere more than he thought he would. Normally, there would be music playing, or the television on as background noise in the living room, or the kitchen full of clanging utensils. This was pleasant. Having Logan with him made it all the better.

Eventually, Logan paused at the door between his and Patton's rooms. It was decorated with stickers, paint, glitter, buttons — any and all crafts that would fit basically, for that's exactly what was on the other side. Simply called the Crafts room, it was a creative space available for anyone to use however they pleased. Roman most often honed his vocal talents but he knew that Virgil liked to paint murals on the walls. When Logan led the way inside, the room transformed to match his vision. Warm sunlight spilled in from multiple windows. There was a rolling cart filled with every color of paint Roman could ever think of and more. There were a handful of easels, all holding various sizes of canvases. On the table in the center of the room was a stack of paper bound by ribbon, numerous pens, and a platter of snacks. Speakers set up in the corners of the room were already playing music.

"Will this suffice?" Logan asked, breaking Roman out of his daze.

"Suffice… Moonbeam, this is wonderful! And that smell… Is it—?"

"Jasmine to produce feelings of confidence and Eucalyptus to boost creativity."

“Well, they certainly are doing the trick!” Roman exclaimed, skipping fully into the room. He darted for the nearest easel, grabbing the handle on the cart as he did and pulling it over with him. His head was already full of ideas, sprawling landscapes and detailed portraits and, and, and!

The next hour passed in comfortable silence. They did, occasionally, duet along to various Broadway or Disney love songs that came through on their playlist. Sometimes, they dissolved into giggles afterwards, or they’d pause in their work to send each other sappy smiles. Sure, Roman was immensely curious about what Logan was working on, but he knew best what an awful thing it was to be interrupted while spending time with one's muse and motivation. Besides, he wasn't sure he could find a moment to pause in his own projects even if he wanted to. He moved from canvas to canvas smoothly, a new creation springing to mind the second he finished the last. There was an open expanse of night sky, stars dotted in yellow, blue, and red; a portrait of the lovely Valerie, dressed up and imagined as one of Roman's fellow knights; some abstract thing that was only recognizable from upside down and depended on the viewer having seen Parks and Rec at least two and a half times.

Eventually, though, his energy waned, and he set down his paintbrushes to take a break. He dropped a kiss to the top of Logan's head as he stepped by before taking a seat at the table, and reaching for the snacks. He went for a bagel but appreciated the variety of fruits and veggies, too. A few minutes later, Logan looked up from his work. He looked satisfied.

“All done?” Roman asked, interest piqued once more.

“Yes. Thank you for your patience.”

“Oh. Lo, that’s nothing you need to thank me for. This was really nice. Honestly, I didn’t realize how badly I needed it.”

Logan leaned closer, startling Roman when he kissed him quickly on the nose. Logan licked his lips after, smirking. “You had a bit of cream cheese…”

Roman made a sound akin to a tea kettle whistling.

Wasting no time, Logan stood and positioned himself in front of one of the windows. He looked as handsome as ever, silhouetted by the sunlight. He seemed relaxed and confident and Roman quite suddenly began to worry about his well being again.

He squinted at the brightest star in his sky. “... What are you up to?”

Logan cleared his throat. And began to sing.

It felt like the floor gave out underneath Roman. He might as well have no longer been tethered to his body. It was a miracle he stayed present enough to continue listening; he assumed it had something to do with knowing that missing even a millisecond of this would be the biggest regret he could make. Not only was Logan singing, completely of his own volition, he was singing about Roman. Lines about his bravery and his recklessness, his confidence and his ego, his creations and his work ethic. It was balanced, neither too praising nor too harsh. There was mention of how much love he carried, of how he deserved to receive as much as he gave, of how there was magic at his fingertips.

By the time Logan finished, Roman was outright sobbing. It wasn’t fair, how someone he loved so much, so so much, could make something so beautiful and heartfelt for him. How was he ever supposed to return the favor? When Logan pulled him up and out of the chair, he fell easily into his arms and tried to quiet his weeping.

“I would apologize for making you cry but that would be apologizing for the things I said, which I cannot do. I mean every word. My life is better with you in it. You inspire us all to be our very best and that is so admirable. Happy birthday, your highness.”

“Stop, stop,” Roman argued weakly, pouting up at Logan. “You’re killing me. You’re so cruel.”

Logan smiled down at him. He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and patted Roman’s face dry. “I suppose you’ll do something about it?”

“Yes,” Roman answered vehemently. “Your punishment is to be trapped in a pillow prison. A blanket barricade. Confined by cuddles.”

“Oh no. That final one might be the worst sentence of them all.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s jawline before firmly grabbing his hands. “I’ll have to stay and make sure you don’t escape, of course.” He began to pull Logan out of the room, cheeks starting to hurt from his wide smile.

“Of course,” Logan agreed, in a tone so gentle, it should have been impossible.

Perhaps Roman kept this thief of his heart wrapped up extra tight and snug in his arms, but that wasn’t really anybody else’s business, now was it?

#sanders sides fan fiction #logince #logince fan fiction #roman sanders #logan sanders #gifts for roman's bday #dani writes

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indigo-flightly-falls · 2 years ago

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So it's a new year and my headcanons have changed quite a bit lol (I made this post in june-). So I'm reblogging this post and adding/removing any info!

Xisuma: Voidwalker prince. Knows he's immortal. One of the oldest immortals

Grian: Parrot hybrid, Head Watcher. Minor god of chaos. Has lived a thousand lives, has some trauma. Treats YHS as a joke because why not?

Mumbo: Half Watcher, minor blood god. Does not know he's a god. Eats redstone for fun, scares his friends because of it.

Scar: Vexling elf (Vex with allay magic). Does not know he's a god. Was born in Riverdale, kidnapped at a young age.

Pearl: Half-Watcher/moth hybrid. Also knows she's a god, actually likes the Watchers.

Impulse: Demon. Is immortal, wishing that he isn't because he doesn't want to watch his brothers die. One of the oldest hermits

Tango: Netherborn avian, Listener hybrid. Party knows he's a god. His Listener traits aren't visible and more of a development from high school

Zed: Harbinger of the Nether. Knows he's immortal. Looks like a basic sheep hybrid

Gem: Faun. Thinks she might be a god but it would mean her brothers aren't. Also has magic!

Etho: Voidling (Voidborn changeling), Watcher. Knows he's a god, could care less. First player turned Watcher.

Iskall: Cyborg (also something else. I don't fucking know anymore). Doesn't care about gods.

Doc: Creeper/goat/cybrog. Can and will fight the gods, Xisuma hopes that he doesn't find out he is immortal (he knows).

Ren: Wolf-shifter. Knows he's the god of the Hunt. Idk this dude is cool

Bdubs: Glare/phantom hybrid, also has a connection to plants. God of the sun and flaunts it.

Stress: Nature spirt. Knows that she's a god. Looks like a cinnamon roll, would kill you.

False: Avian, with golden eagle wings. Does know she's a god, could care less.

Cleo: Zombie hybrid. Knows she's immortal. Spites her old friends by getting attached to Joe.

Joe: Angel of life. Known immortal. Just vibing with the soul he was meant to harvest.

Jevin: Slime hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal.

Cub: Allayling (allay with vex magic.). Doesn't know he's a minor god. Claims to be a vex.

TFC: Ender dragon hybrid. Knows he's a god. Brothers with Notch and Herobrine.

Beef: Cow hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal. He is basically just existing. Gotta love it.

Keralis: Watcher!. Knows he's immortal.

Xb: Guardian hybrid. Doesn't know he's a god.

Hypno: Fire sprit. Could care less about being immortal.

Wels: Angel hybrid. Knows he's immortal. Hates being an angel because they are a bunch of stuck up beings.

Non-human/hybrid Hermits :)

Everyone always makes at least some of the Hermits hybrids/non-humans, but so help me, I will make all of them that.

Also the Hermits are gods/immortal but only like, six of them know.

Xisuma: Voidwalker, one of the oldest on the server. Knows he's immortal. Sees his Hermits as a family and knows everyone's secrets and will take them to the grave.

Grian: Parrot hybrid (biologically), Watcher. Knows he's a minor god. Has lived a thousand lives, has some trauma. Treats YHS as a joke because why not?

Mumbo: Half Watcher, minor blood god. Knew he was a god, but forgot after years alone. Eats redstone for fun, scares his friends because of it.

Scar: Vexling elf (Vex with allay magic). Known god, he just ignores it. Was born in Riverdale, kidnapped at a young age.

Pearl: Watcher/moth hybrid. Also knows she's a god, actually likes the Watchers.

Impulse: Demon. Is a god, hoping that he isn't because he doesn't want to watch his brothers die.

Tango: Netherborn avian. Doesn't know he's a god. His wings change from parakeet wings to dragon wings when stressed.

Zed: Sheep/goat hybrid. Has a hunch he's immortal but the others won't let him test it.

Gem: Faun. Thinks she might be a god but it would mean her brothers aren't. Also has magic!

Etho: No one actually knows what he is, but he's not human. Could care less if he's a god or not. He wasn't always a hybrid, but he never wants to explain what he means.

Iskall: Cyborg. Doesn't care about gods.

Doc: Creeper/goat/cybrog. Can and will fight the gods, Xisuma hopes that he doesn't find out he is immortal.

Ren: Wolf-shifter. Could care less about being immortal. Still has his robotic limbs, they just are a lot more realistic.

Bdubs: Glare hybrid, also has a connection to plants. Has no idea that gods exist.

Stress: Nature spirt. Doesn't know that she's a god. Looks like a cinnamon roll, would kill you.

False: Avian, with golden eagle wings. Does not know she's a god, could care less.

Cleo: Zombie hybrid. Knows she's immortal. Spites her old friends by getting attached to Joe.

Joe: Angel of life. Known immortal. Just vibing with the soul he was meant to harvest.

Jevin: Slime hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal.

Cub: Allayling (allay with vex magic.). Doesn't know he's a minor god. Claims to be a vex.

TFC: Ender dragon hybrid. Knows he's a god. Brothers with Notch and Herobrine.

Beef: Moobloom hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal.

Keralis: Some sort of eldritch being, no one questions it. Knows he's immortal.

Xb: Guardian hybrid. Doesn't know he's a god.

Hypno: Fire sprit. Could care less about being immortal.

Wels: Angel hybrid. Knows he's immortal. Hates being an angel because they are a bunch of stuck up beings.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr

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gxdlyprxde · 3 years ago

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( lily james, cisfemale, she/her, 31 ) ** ♔ announcing HANNA HABSBURG, the PRINCESS OF AUSTRIA ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble LILY JAMES. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years, considering they are FIERCE, BOLD, and INTELLIGENT. i hope the plague has not changed them. they are FOR working together with the other kingdoms (gigi, she/her, 22, cst)

hi friends! gigi here with my first babe!

basic info: name/title: princess hanna luisa habsburg of austria age: thirty-one birthday: june 3rd sexuality: bisexual gender/pronouns: cisfemale, she/her

personality: hanna here is the definition of ‘looks like a cinnamon roll, but could kill you’. not in the literal sense yet, but in the political sense. i mean, the gif above says it all. hanna will play nice as long as she has to but when the time comes for her to make her move, she’ll take it no hesitation. she know’s what she wants and she knows how to get it. she’s fierce, bold, and incredibly smart, and isn’t afraid to manipulate others to get to the top.

background: - hanna is the eldest daughter of the habsburg family. the title doesn’t mean much considering she’ll never be the crown princess and never rule. however, that doesn’t stop her from wanting to do so. - she knows, and has come to terms with, that she’ll never rule austria. it was the source of a lot of tantrums when she was younger, but she’s found her other outlets. - her relationship with her siblings is... complicated and she’s fairly certain they would say the same about her. (leaving this vague for plotting!) - when her father died, it was a true shock. she hadn’t expected it and that’s what made it worse. hanna is a planner in every sense of the word and the fact that she wasn’t three steps ahead of this particular situation drove her mad. - however, her need to plan and be ahead has truly come to a halt. she thought she could marry a dumb crown prince and live happily ever after ruling a country of her own, but things aren’t coming up hanna right now.

connections (please feel free to reach me on discord or im!): - siblings - potential betrothed/suitors: hanna’s understanding of politics is immense. she knows that from her birth order and her status that she’ll never rule on her own, so her intention is to marry for power. love is non-existent as far as she’s concerned. (...for now. I’m obviously up for actual love if the situation arises) - friends/allies - handmaidens/ladies in waiting - enemies

#1642hqintro

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silentfcknhill · 4 years ago

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AtLA + LoK Villains Evilness Rating

(If you wanna dispute my ratings I’ll be happy to tell you why.)

ATLA:

Ty Lee - 0.5 /10

Cinnamon roll. Too pure for this world. Naïve and will put her faith in you 100%. Kind of ditzy but can take you down with no hard feelings. Needs to be liked by everyone. Is very flexible. Can strangle you with her legs and giggle while doing it. Chooses bad friends. Has frustratingly good luck.

Uncle Iroh- 1/10

Actual angel but could still open up a can of whoop-ass if necessary. Too supportive and forgiving. Loves tea, sitting around, speaking in proverbs and leading by example. Probably considers you a friend. Surprisingly powerful but mostly peaceful. Hard to provoke but if you do, just run. Fear the nice ones.

Jet- 3/10

Misguided and extreme but also traumatized. Don't get in his way. Kind of twisted and obsessive af. Ends justify the means, until they don't. Needs a proper role model and has potential. Can be unreasonable and is still kind of a jerk. Will gaslight you.

Prince Zuko- 3.5/10

Conflicted, violent and angsty but mostly needs a lot of reassurance. Has a major boner for his honor. Will freak out over nothing. Has been through a lot and will not be underestimated. Grumpy and willful af and won't listen to you until it's too late, then will blame you for misleading him.

June- 4/10

Might beat you up or kidnap you for money but it's nothing personal. Might insult you as a way of flirting. Looks pretty and delicate but don't be fooled. Can beat you up in a split second and not break a sweat. Will probably take all your stuff and never give it back. Lives for the tough girl aesthetic.

Mai- 5/10

Is just bored and over it all. Throwing knives is something to do. Apathetic and will probably just follow along with whatever including murder but will complain the entire time. Emo af. Would risk it all for a quick nap. Prone to bite your head off. Too smart for you and will let you know.

Wan Shi Tong- 6.5/10

A total dick. Tired of your shit and is judging you. Thinks humans are garbage and won't get involved with them until it suits him. Don't touch his books or he will literally eat you. Nerdiest bastard. Doesn't trust you so don't try any shit with him. Sees through your pathetic lies. Kind of an elitist.

Combustion Man- 7/10

Thinks blowing shit up is a form of art. Doesn't believe in communication. Very serious and focused. Do not fight him. Probably gets crapped on more than he deserves. A mystery wrapped in a bald head. Probably has a tattoo of the names of all the people he's killed and he's ready to add yours.

Hama- 7.5/10

Traumatized old hag. Created bloodbending but too crazy to do much with it now. May kidnap you and keep you in a dank hole forever. Seems sweet at first but is hiding a lot of secrets. Don't eat her cooking. Thinks sitting at home scheming is a job. Hates you for whatever small thing you did to her 57 years ago. Forgets nothing.

Long Feng- 8/10

Conniving af. Will brainwash you, lie to your face and maybe make you disappear. Wants everything and will plot to take it all. Perfectionist and control freak, will stab you in the back and you won't see it coming. Is tired of taking everyone's shit. Thinks he deserves better but he doesn't. Kills children.

Admiral Zhao- 8/10

Explosive temper. Huge egomaniac and narcissist. Hates the moon. Has probably killed a lot of people and fish and you're next. Will do whatever it takes. Won't listen to anything you say. Punch first, ask questions never. Jumps to a lot of conclusions, is usually wrong. Frequently embarrasses self.

Koh the Face-Stealer- 8.5/10

Terrifying and will probably steal your face. Do not approach. Too indifferent to chase you but can be sneaky af so watch your back. Doesn't handle emotions well. A total loner. The guy who knows everything but nobody wants to talk to. Fear him. To know him is to hate him. Makes you question everything.

Firelord Azulon- 9/10

Will order your execution on a whim and maybe a relative or two first for the appetizer. Do not question him. Will play favorites and call you out on things that are his fault. Overreacts and you should probably not be around when it happens. Disapproves of all your choices and is very vocal about this fact. Forces parents to kill their children.

Firelord Sozin- 9/10

Will commit genocide and take over the world while yelling at you for minor shit. Kind of a petty and jealous asshole. Even if you think he is your friend he isn't and is going to attack you. A big old bully with bad breath and a wonky beard. The original starter of all drama and certified instigator shitlord.

Princess Azula- 9/10

Unstable and manipulative. Sadist who thrives off of your fear and suffering. Will hurt you badly in all the ways. Avoid at all costs. Acts cold and calculating but really has no chill. Demands your respect but won't earn it. Trolling you gives her pleasure. The spawn of satan and loving it. Mommy issues to infinity.

Firelord Ozai- 9.5/10

Second worst dad ever. No soul. Will burn every tree and face to a crisp. Child abuse for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Actual sociopath. Will kill someone and banish you for it. Goatee comes first. Will project all his insecurities on you. Will tell everyone your secrets. World's biggest megalomaniac.

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Varrick- 3/10

Will probably lie, try to con you out of money, order you to do things for him and tell bad jokes but that's as far as it's gonna go. Eccentric and annoying af. Doesn't know when to shut up. Needs to learn some lessons in life. Attracts more trouble than he's worth. Has all the good gossip somehow.

Bataar Jr.- 3/10

The guy that nobody likes because he tries too hard and ends up ruining everything. Enjoys being a bitch. Wants to rebel but is bad at it. Do you love me now father? Tries to act like he doesn't care what you think but cares way too much. Will not kill you but might get engaged to your ex to spite you.

Police Chief Saikhan- 3.5/10

Will do anything you say for a price, except give a fuck. Doesn't really care about anything. Might arrest you just because he doesn't like you. The type to pretend he didn't hear you just to avoid responsibility. Likes to yell into things. Hates helping people. Is actually a giant rock in disguise.

Tahno- 3.5/10

A total prick. Has nicer hair than you and won't let you forget it. Very flamboyant and arrogant. Will gloat over being better than you at everything even though he cheated every time. Talks mad shit but can't walk the walk. Ultimately a big baby. Lowkey protect him. Wants to be the cool kid but isn't cool.

Desna- 4/10

Couldn't care less. Actual inanimate object. Lurks around for no reason. Hates everything and that includes you. Listens to his elders and would probably leave you for dead. Just wants to sleep. Secretly goth. Might actually be two small robots in a trenchcoat pretending to be human.

Councilman Tarrlok- 4.5/10

Attention whore with a savior complex. Smol bean who wants approval. Acts arrogant but is secretly depressed and self-loathing af. Stubborn and clingy emotional wreck with impulse control issues. Needs a hug. Will probably manipulate you through guilt or charisma. Wants to be Lucius Malfoy, but cries at night.

Hiroshi Sato- 5/10

Has lost sight of what's important. Total extremist. Will get revenge on you for something you didn't even do. Well respected and seems innocent but is plotting your downfall. Can build a whole army and take you down. Kind of a traitor. Loyalty is volatile. Thinks he always knows what's best for you but doesn't know shit.

The Lieutenant- 5/10

In way over his head. Wants to make a difference but has let bitterness take over. Will probably electrocute you. Puts his faith in the wrong people. Kind of snobby and will hold a grudge. 99 problems and benders are about 98 of them. Tired of being pushed around but still lets himself be pushed around. FLOPPY MUSTACHE.

Aiwei- 5.5/10

Thinks he's better than you and probably isn't. Wants to be sneaky but really is just too predictable. Boring af and tries to be unique but fails miserably. Lets everyone take advantage of him. Don't lie to him. Will harbor resentment and take it out on you at a random point in time. Discount Long Feng but not as smart or ambitious.

Eska- 5.5/10

Will stalk you aggressively. Thinks slavery is a relationship. Eyeliner sharp enough to kill. Never betray her or she will destroy you. Might use you as a footstool. Seems emotionally dead inside, but don't test her dormant waters. Uses everyone and feels no guilt. Hipster trash. No concept of boundaries or social interaction.

Ghazan- 6/10

Sarcasm game strong enough to fatally wound you. Doesn't say much. Has tree trunks for limbs and will probably use them to throw lava and rocks at you. Lowkey protective af. Don't get on his bad side. You can't get on his good side. Would rather kill everyone including himself than let you win an argument.

Zaheer- 6/10

A wannabe hippie but will still fight the system and you too. Don't try to control him. Gets annoyed when people breathe too loud. Is kind of a contradiction. Will literally blow you away. Anarchy equals freedom. Fuck the police. Can sit in the same spot for a really long time. Probably a flat earther.

Ming-Hua- 7/10

Has a significant disability but can still easily slaughter you. Innovative and sneaky af. As fast and agile as an actual lemur. A natural disaster wherever she goes. Doesn't listen to your advice. Overcompensates a lot. Probably her own worst enemy. Is quiet and likes to eavesdrop on your business.

Kuvira- 7.5/10

Wants to control everything. Who invited her to poop the party? Highkey evil and just plain mean. Will use your corpse as a decoration if you get in her way. Secretly petty and superficial af. Thinks social bonding is trying to seduce you in order to take charge of your life. Individuality punishable by death. Even other villains hate her.

P'Li- 7.5/10

Can explode you with her mind. Her gaze will pierce you to the core. Strong independent and violent woman who don't need a man but chooses to have one anyway. Will shave you off just like the sides of her hair. Has no problem fucking shit up. Boss bitch. Loyal to only a select few, so too bad for you.

Amon- 8/10

Charismatic but scary and mysterious af. Huge hypocrite. Will silently judge you. Powerful, selfish and cruel. Manipulative as hell and uses intimidation to get you to comply. Pretends to have empathy but really just wants control. Will cripple you physically and emotionally without warning. Knows all of your weaknesses but none of his own.

Earth Queen Hou-Ting- 8.5/10

The actual worst. Eats your pets for supper. Her yelling is the #1 cause of deafness worldwide. Will keep you prisoner and then have you killed for looking at her. The bossiest Drama Queen ever. Will be the cause of all your misery and will be proud of it. Bark is the same as her bite. Lots of daddy issues.

Chief Unalaq- 9/10

Religious extremist. Actually batshit insane. Wants to destroy the entire world. Has ascended from this pathetic plane of human existence. Loner whose only friends are invisible. Wants you to think he's just shy and misunderstood but NOPE. Knows what you want to hear and says it. Will sell you to satan for one cornchip.

Yakone- 9.5/10

Worst dad ever. Will either bloodbend you, try to live vicariously through you or both. Absolutely no redeeming traits except for being physically human. Abuse equals tough love. Might beat your ass for no good reason and expect your gratitude for it. Criminal mastermind with no conscience and all of the entitlement.

Vaatu- 10/10

Actually the devil. Literal incarnation of darkness and chaos. Ultimate troll and force of disaster in the world. Doesn't know any better, but still an asshole by choice. Will use you until you're no longer of value. Has a hard-on for destruction. Likes to play the victim. Will consume your soul and burp loudly.

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