#modCheck

[dreamhot]

saw someone in the replies to the spotify update acc tweet about read your mind saying 'watch he's gonna listen to heat waves next' and they were Right

[fruitmouse]

lot going on lots good lots bad but it’s WEIRD bc i’m still like surprisingly pretty present. exhibiting mindfulness and healthy coping mechanisms

[tyrian-sexual]

wheres those supernatural guys and the news about google losing its court case turning it into officially a monopoly under US law

[reactionimagearchive]

[calamitydaze]

why the fuck is he here

[tubbo--updates]

Tubbo tweeted on his alt at 15:29 BST

[hermithomebase]

mother of a singular son being crazy defensive over anything he does or says i said well yes obviously

[coconox]

(insert creative title about lee’s boobs)

[ireneksstuff]

Guys??? Is everyone ok? Did we make it?? Someone check on the doozers are they alive? The ghosties are ok I think they don't need oxygen. Where did the crows go??!!! guys? GUYS!!!! ???

[dreamhot]

Dream vlog. Will he show the blood tho. I think George would want that. He wants to see Dream bleed😳

george is just like me

[fruitmouse]

hm. if i said that making an effort to eat well & go outside made me feel like life’s worth living would y’all be mad at me

[planetary-wolf]

Facebook shows me this post:

And my FIRST FUCKING THOUGHT was

"Why the fuck is he speaking Portuguese"

[dreamnotnapss]

i don't think i need to explain what's going on here

[bumblebeerror]

cWilbur should have been worse honestly

Like I feel like he should have ended up a worse villain than Schlatt y’know, not because I like Schlatt bc I also think Schlatt should have been worse but because like.

That’s how it felt like it was. Supposed to go? Like. The story itself felt like Wilbur was supposed to end up being the overarching villain besides Dream. It really felt like that was how it was going to play out. It would have been a really interesting reversal, if the other characters or even just the fandom had kinda noticed that like. It isn’t Wilbur’s self hatred - he really IS the villain in that story.

Because ultimately, Wilbur is more of an impactful villain than Schlatt is, and even though his own self-hatred is a catalyst to his villainous ways, his mental illness and personal despair both worsen him, ultimately someone undergoing those severe stresses still has the wherewithal to make choices of their own accord. The way they’re thinking is warped, and the way they interact with others can be effected, but being mentally ill doesn’t stop you from knowing right from wrong. Wilbur knew other people lived in L’Manberg. He knew that his actions would hurt people, namely Tommy who he cared a lot about. He knew it would be wrong to blow it up - but he didn’t care. And that’s the point that turns him from a sad uwu bean who needs a hug into a villain. He knew he shouldn’t hide his suicidal thoughts from the people who cared about him. He knew he shouldn’t mislead them into thinking they’d won and then betray them. He knew that. He didn’t care. That’s where he becomes the villain in the story, in Tommy’s story.

And… yeah. I think he should have been worse. I think the contrast between him and Schlatt would have been really cool if it was more clear.

[comradeeatspants]

does yardblr exist??

i don’t know i heard rumors of it like months ago

[laplacemail]

@kesil: ❝ you’re a destroyer, like me. ❞ strahd to adonia god of war: ragnarok starters

A request that could not be denied, self preservation speaking louder than anything. Strained smiles dipped in honey, thick and sticky. Rotten sweetness, poison that seeps into one's veins and seeks to overtake the body. Porcelain clinks softly, a meeting in which no one should go alone. Yet here he stands, defiance against the wildest odds. There are many things that aggravated Adonia in his first visit to Castle Ravenloft. The same things are present in this second visit, one of a more particular nature. 

He knows that you know. Adonia is fully knowledgeable of his weak points, raw wounds exposed to air. Yet he refuses to be pinned to a wall like an insect, refuses to give this man the simple accomplishment of trophy collection. The wise man takes the stage instead of the cowardly prince, the confidence and graceful gestures ever present. His brother is apparently absent, but he knows better. In the shadows, eyes. 

Adonia looks down to his teacup, then to the carefully crafted table. He recognizes one, then the other. Of course.

Of course he does. Adonia remembers every face, he remembers with painful clarity the faces of the dead. Another thing the rot stole from you, another thing that it takes away. The stolen works of art, defiled and destroyed culture on display like it belongs here. Adonia is aware it does not. 

It does not. It belongs to the sun, to a people deprived of ruler and land. To people who have been forced to stay so far away from home. Adonia remembers when this table was made - the gentle expression of the elf who greeted the curious young prince into his workshop. His smile is frozen solid, frozen thorns that seem intent on injuring whoever crosses his path. 

"How flattering." pitch black liquid that smells like rotten flowers, Adonia bows his head politely. That, too… is a mockery of good manners. It is as ancient as the ruler of these lands, it is as fierce and as vengeful. 

Adonia knows, deep down, that they are not that different. 

"I shall take that as a compliment, dear Count." Strahd is aware Adonia looks to rebuild instead of destroy. That he will grab rotten roots with bare hands if it means getting rid of the sickness that plagues this land. "However, I would not quite put it that way. I prefer to avoid conflict whenever possible, even if I am aware it is not always the way to go." The difference between willingly bloodying your hands, and having them stained deep red as a consequence of your juvenile actions. 

Every single object that was taken from Ruthia in this castle is tinted a deep, deep red. The land bleeds. He knows why he is here, Adonia understands the necessity of his presence here. To close a chapter. To right his wrongs. 

"I would rather leave this title to you. Consider it a gift, if you would." 'I do not want it', Adonia states clearly as he takes another sip of warm tea. Unlike his first visit, this time he indulges his host. If only for a moment. 

Like tree roots uplifting rock, revealing the putrid underbelly. Adonia cuts through it clean, restoring vitality to nature whenever he can. It is his mission, it is his reason to be here. Men who are too similar to each other that they become logical antitheses. 

Oh, he knows. A few wrong turns, and he would be in the same position. If his Sun was taken away, then Adonia would see no issue in plunging the entire universe into eternal darkness, too. 

But he did not. He would not. He will not. 

"What a pity. Did you consider - even for the most fleeting of moments - that you would find common ground with me? I would reconsider such a thought." In the absence of violence, words pierce just as easily as a blade. "I abhor conquerors. I loathe those who claim others through overwhelming power. It is easy to break people. You would know this.

But you would also know that muddled loyalties are the most treacherous thing a ruler can come across. You would raze down your domain over and over again. 

I detest that. The title of "destroyer" fits you, Strahd von Zarovich. It is a crown that will bloody your eyes for as long as you live." A pause. They both know what it means. A warning. Adonia smiles ever so sweetly. "Be sure to wear it well until the end. I have no need for the twin crown you so kindly offer me."