#nenna's asks

[pascallatte]

hi i love ur actress fic so much sjskdkdk i just wanna ask, what would y/n say about the whole pedro and oscar bromance things? i think it would be funny lmaooo

hii anon!!

thank you for reading and loving the series, I appreciate these so much!!💌 now, the only answer regarding Pedro and Oscar's bromance. Is that y/n's really fond of their bromance because it tells her how much Pedro values his relationship with people who became family. She also teases them that they're better off together than with their current partners (which is herself and Elvira).

aside from the teasing she does, y/n is often a part of the shenanigans they do on and off camera which makes it more iconic!!!

[nanenna]

Jeez Louise This is a Mess

Sleepy King (Nenna edition) Master Post

Apologies in advance, I'm not very familiar with John Constantine, trying to do anything from his perspective is definitely an unwise decision. I have chosen it anyway. He's almost definitely OOC.

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John watched the Fentons and the mayor just saunter through the brand new hole in the mayor’s wall like this was just a normal Friday for them. Considering how weird the town was as a whole, it probably was. And he meant that by the old meaning of the word and as literal as one could possibly interpret it. He’d never been anywhere where the veil was so thin over such a large area, with æther so thick in the air of course it was affecting the locals. Probably had something to do with whoever or whatever had cloaked the whole town.

John turned to Tall Dark and Broody, “So, what happened to all the bugs and trackers you put on them originally?”

Batsy frowned, “Danny’s are still in the Fenton residence, expected since he clearly changed his clothes. His parents’ trackers and bugs all went offline not long after arriving home, the ones I placed inside the residence are malfunctioning.”

“And that’s not the least bit suspicious?” John asked.

“It’s incredibly suspicious,” Batsy said with a completely straight face before turning and also walking right out the brand new hole. “I suggest you actually use the comm I gave you earlier, they’re explaining the situation to Masters.”

Unfortunately Mr. Gargles Gravel for Breakfast had a point, John sighed and did put in the comm, though he knew it would be spotty with the use of magic to follow the group. Batsy and Wonder Woman could follow however they liked, John did not have the energy for that.

The comms were staticky, cutting in and out even without John’s abuse of the thin veil to quick step around town. Not surprising, the amount of pure death magic radiating off the two dead-alive people in that tank would be enough to mess with most electronics even if the veil weren’t practically non-existent.

“Somehow this place feels cozy,” Boston commented as he followed John.

“You would think so.”

The conversation on the comm was getting worse, the bugs were clearly slowly giving up the ghost. John only caught a few words here and there, and those were only because they were Ghost Speak, something that shouldn’t be possible for flesh and blood mouths to speak. It’s just bits and pieces, names and titles mostly, but if he’s understanding this right…

“Huh, that may change the situation a bit.”

“What are you going on about?” Boston asked.

“It sounds like Pariah isn’t the Ghost King anymore. But Batsy’s bugs are losing the war against æther, so when we get there you’re gonna need to go spy on them.”

“Will that work?”

“Try to keep out of sight, but even if you get caught the worst they’ll do is kick you out. Undead solidarity.”

Boston grumbled, but when John met back up with Batsy and Wonder Woman staring through a window right to where the group was talking, Boston did as he was asked and slipped right through the wall and inside. John cast a quick spell to spy through Boston.

Boston floated slowly into the room, seemingly becoming braver as the Fentons looked right past him without reacting. Unfortunately, he got a little too close to the one person in the room that could definitely see him. The kid jumped out of his seat in surprise.

“Don't sneak up on me like that!” The kid whined as he picked himself up off the floor. Then he froze, eyes glaring at Boston. “How did you sneak up on me? You didn't activate my ghost sense at all.”

“Oh, you can see me? And ghost sense?”

“You don't know who I am?”

“Uh… Daniel Fenton?”

“Well yes, but ghosts don't usually call me that.”

“Then what do they call you?”

“How about you tell me your name first?”

“I’m Deadman.”

The kid burst into laughter. “Are you for real?”

“Danny, is it Youngblood?” The sister asked.

“Huh?” The kid looked to his older sister, then back to Boston. He gestured, “You can't see him?”

The Fentons all shook their heads.

The creepy mayor came back into the room holding a cardboard box, knocking a thin layer of dust from the top. “Here it is!” He looked up and frowned. “Who are you, and why are you in my home?”

“I’m Deadman and I’m uh… lost?”

“He didn't set off my ghost sense,” the kid added. He turned back to Boston, “Are you even a ghost?”

Batman, who’d spent the last few minutes getting into the perfect position while he waited for the most dramatic moment chose then to crash through the window. John started cursing as he rushed to climb in after the loon, already prepping a spell. The moment he had a clear line of sight he shot off the revelation spell at the kid.

It did… well not much.

Really about all it did was give the kid a couple extra accessories. He expected them, but he also expected it to somehow reveal the kid’s undead status too. Make him look all glowy and ghostly like he had when he’d first arrived last night, because John was pretty sure the kid hadn’t been kidnapped after all. Or at least not how they originally assumed, he was pretty sure some spirits considered an unwilling summons a kidnapping.

Still, there the crown was. Just floating over the kid’s head, toxic green æther flames around it like a death energy aurora. And like any teenager the kid seemed completely oblivious, having to be told the crown was even there. Once he got a hand on it though he said something odd, “Okay, crown retrieved.”

John just tucked his hands in his pockets, waiting to see what they were doing. Why did they think they needed to find the crown?

“We may have a problem,” The creepy mayor said as he pulled an identical crown from his cardboard box.

“What.” The kid looked back and forth between the crown in his hand and the one in the creeper’s. “Why are there two?”

And, well, John agreed. Why the fuck were there two? He already started muttering an identification spell as the kid turned to him.

“What did you do?!”

“I didn't do anything,” John protested, “that was purely an identification spell, it can't duplicate things!”

“Well clearly you did something wrong,” The kid’s mom said while glaring at the him.

Of course things got dicey after that, the kid and the creepy mayor got into a fight over the second crown, things turned into a right mess, and John was quite content to let them squabble among themselves. He moved to go stand next to Batsy and Wonder Woman, Boston with him, waiting to see how this went.

Of course the tussle then turned into fighting over the ring on the kid’s finger, still blaming John for just revealing the crown and ring the kid had apparently had this whole time.

“Alright, that’s enough. Shut up!” John may have put a bit of intent into that, and it worked beautifully. The whole group stopped and stared at him, finally shutting up. The parents managed to get between the kid and the creeper, each one still with one of the crowns.

The crowns he now knew were both, somehow, legitimate.

John pointed at the kid, “Just call the crown, it’ll listen.”

The kid gave him a disbelieving look. “Oh sure, I’ll just,” he hunched forward a little bit, clapped his hands, and whistled like he was calling a dog, “here Crowny, Crowny, Crowny.”

For a brief moment nothing happened, then the creeper mayor jerked forward as the crown yanked itself from his hand. It went to go join the other crown floating over the kid’s head, one of them grew wider so the other could nestle inside it, both spinning in place but in opposite directions.

Everyone was staring at the display.

“What uh… what are they doing?” The kid asked nervously.

“They… like each other?” The sister asked skeptically.

“Great, wonderful, fabulous, just what I need in my life.” The kid sighed and turned to glare at John. “What. Did. You. DO?!”

“I didn’t do shit,” John replied, much to the parents’ combined horror. “Looks like somehow they’re both legit, my best guess is one of them isn’t from this timeline.”

“Oh,” the sister said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “The Nasty Burger explosion happened after the fight with the king, right?”

“The what?” the kid’s parents asked.

“Oh,” the kid responded, “I’m starting to see why the council of eyeballs hates my guts.”

And wasn’t that a concerning sentence. John desperately needed a drink, thankfully he had a flask on him and chose that moment to take a swig. “Alright, so there should be a second ring too, no point leaving that on Dark’s finger in case he gets out again.”

“Vlad did it,” the kid said while pointing at the creeper.

“Excuse me!” Creeper actually put a hand to his neck, like some fainting Victorian lady.

“Vlad tried to steal the ring and crown, so he let Dark out of the sarcophagus and I had to go clean up his mess, like always.” The kid glared at the creeper, it was starting to paint a really concerning picture.

“I’m sure Vladdie was just trying to keep these powerful artifacts safe,” the kid’s dad said loudly and happily. Yeah, there was the concerning picture again.

“I’d believe it if all he took was the ring, but the crown was safely sealed away with Pariah and he let the guy out to steal it.”

“Just call the ring,” John said gruffly.

“Here Ragey, Ragey, Ragey.” The kid whistled and clapped his hands again. The ring showing up on the kid’s other hand was expected, the glowing green hell hound that came sprinting through the wall and practically tackled the kid wasn’t. “Cujo! Hi! Who’s a good puppy?!”

Keeriest, John needed a stiffer drink.

[hoakaikapo]

LABYRINTH - Clarisse La Rue x Unclaimed! Daughter of Poseidon OC

a/n: this is a little snippet from my ff that’s on my wattpad. only chapters 1&2 are released so far, 3&4 are planned to come out this week.

warnings: fighting, blood, mentions of alcohol

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“You alright there, hotshot?” A familiar voice asked.

Sienna’s eyes roamed the person’s body: brown skin, muscular arms, curly brown hair, dark brown eyes – the image of Clarisse La Rue appeared in front of her. The Ares girl kept a firm grip on Sienna and helped to stand her up slowly. A look of concern appeared on Clarisse’s face.

“Oh, hey, Charlie,” Sienna said loudly, her words slurred and drunk. “How are you doing tonight?”

“I’m doing pretty good here, Nenna.” The Ares girl responded.

“That’s good. I’m doing wonderful.”

“Oh, really? I haven’t noticed.”

Sienna hummed in response and smiled as her hands gripped the hem of her shirt. She could barely feel her head and needed something to keep her steady – or, in this case, Clarisse.

After a few moments, Sienna began finding the strength to gather herself together. She wanted to head back to… whoever she was going to see. Silena? Harper? She couldn’t remember. Sienna stood up before falling back into Clarisse’s arms.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to catch me twice,” she muttered and chuckled to herself. “I see why you’re the daughter of Ares, though. You have a good reaction time and you’re very strong.”

She’s so drunk.

Clarisse laughed, then flashed that brilliant smile of hers. “I think you may have had too much fun tonight, hotshot.”

“Mm, really? Wanna walk me back to my cabin, then?” Sienna’s tone was seductive; her words slurred, the darkened, drunk look in her eyes was almost irresistible, the way her lips parted slightly. The alcohol was definitely doing the talking here.

The boy, Clarisse’s half-brother, had instead come over to them rather than wait for her. Sienna’s visibly drunk figure clutched onto his older sister’s chest. He cleared his throat to break the silence between the two girls.

“What do you want, Ethan?” Clarisse growled. She noticed his eyes flicker to the drunk girl in her arms. It wasn’t a matter of what he wanted, it was who he wanted, and Clarisse wasn’t going to have it. “No, Sienna’s done for tonight. I’m taking her back to her cabin.”

Something snapped in her. Sienna looked up at the tall girl. “What? No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re too drunk.” Clarisse argued.

“I’m completely fine, Clarisse. But thank you for the help,” Sienna pushed herself off of the Ares girl and gestured for Ethan to start walking away with her.

Clarisse grabbed her arm. “Sienna, you asked me to take you back to your cabin. That’s what I’m doing.”

“Let her decide what she wants to do, Clarisse.” Ethan inserted himself into their soon-to-be argument. He stepped slightly between them and removed his sister’s grip off Sienna’s arm. In a few moments, Ethan would learn this was a mistake.

“I suggest you get out of my way, Ethan.” Clarisse warned.

Ethan scoffed. “You’re not her boss. If she wants to go with me, then let her go with me.”

That did it.

Before anything else, fist met face and a fight erupted between the two half-siblings. Sienna watched in shock as they wrestled on the ground; Clarisse mainly the one winning their tussle. She held him by his shirt, punch after punch was thrown while he helplessly tried to strangle her. Everyone was already watching now: the boys cheering the Ares girl on for beating her brother. Across the way, Sienna saw Silena mouthing to her: ‘What happened?’ Sienna pointed to herself. A few of the other Ares kids stepped in to stop the fight.

Once the two managed to get off each other, Sienna – and everyone else – saw the damage on them. Ethan’s nose was bleeding profusely, his right eye was blue and purple, and his lip was busted and red. The stitches in his right hand had burst open. Clarisse’s lip was bleeding and her knuckles were bruised from punching him. Her eyes darted around the crowd, looking for the girl she had just gotten into a fight with her sibling for; she saw her figure slip out from the crowd and head back towards the cabins.

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in conclusion: clarisse is gay, doesn’t realize she has a fat crush on her best friend, and will literally fight anyone for sienna — whether she likes it or not.

[shenaneggan]

i'm posting this stupid video just for posterity. i didn't make this, but my character, sids, is featured in it. she was my persona and a parody of myself. my real name is cid. i kindly ask that no one ever call me "sids" again.

the read-more is going to be long. i just want to finally put my story out there, even if it doesn't go anywhere.

my friend lionessjenna or nenna / jennabee made it. it was very popular at the time it was made. if you were wondering what happened to lionessjenna, last i heard about her she was making money off of drawing anime cp. sorry to everyone who idolized her at the time. i don't know what she's doing now or if she's changed. i can only say i recommend not looking into her.

we all made fun videos like this with our characters and developed a following. my character sids in particular became a fan favorite and she was usually the butt of the jokes we made. i was 14 when we began making stuff together. 4chan would inevitably find this video and also developed an obsession for sids. they made sids the "queen of /jp/" for a time and drew a bunch of p*rn of her. they drew a bunch of p*rn... of me, essentially. when i was 16. you can still find it, too. the p*rn... i wouldn't mind if that was gone forever. i will not be saving it for posterity. lol

then they doxxed me, made fake accounts pretending to be me, and both of my friends featured in this video would leave me to date those abusers. i never realized at the time how deeply this would hurt me.

and for the record, i don't talk to the third girl, and i won't mention her by name, but i still love her with all my heart. she was a positive force in my life, despite everything. on my old tumblr, i think i still follow her. nenna (this is what people called her at the time) however was 7 years older than the both of us, and put us both in a very dangerous situation with this video. then she went on to draw cp. i'm mentioning her if only to warn people about the dangers about being friends with adults online, and idolizing random people online.

i will say this, though. we were all traumatized kids, and the internet put too much power in our hands. i forgive both of them, and i hope they're both doing well. it's been probably over ten years since i last heard anything regarding nenna, and i'm not friends with anyone anymore who would still be in that friend circle. nenna, i know i aired out your dirty laundry, but i only did so under your old username. i have no intent of finding who you are now and bringing it all to light. i'm only posting this video as a way for me to heal from it and move on. (and ftr if you find anyone under a similar name, that still may not be her. it's been a really long time. please just leave nenna alone. i want to assume she's doing better)

i deleted everything because of this video. i didn't want to be known anymore.

but now i do. i want to be known for me and not just a parody of myself. i'm trying to create again, and i have a story i want to write that i have been working on based on my experiences growing up as a very-micro-celebrity online. i feel like i'm overstating my "success" at the time, but that was kind of what it felt like to me.

but it's hard, you know? revisiting trauma is never easy. but because of this video, i lost my drive to create. i lost so many things i cared about. i lost the ability to be myself. you can probably assume considering i spent my childhood online that i didn't have a great home life either. i won't get into that.

i revisted this video because someone on youtube was kind enough to repost it after all three of us inevitably deleted our accounts, and i've been recounting my trauma in therapy. the comments all ask where weve been off to. most of them only mention jenna, because while i took a step away from the limelight after the doxxing, she continued to make videos after the /jp/ raid and gained a huge following with a bunch of big original youtube animators at the time.

i want to say i was never a perfect person, and when you live your entire childhood on the internet, your mistakes never really go away. i don't think i ever did anything atrocious or evil, but i still had my problems, and i'm sure there are plenty of people that are still out in the world who would be glad to share.

but right now, this is a plea for help, i suppose. a plea for peace. i just want to move on. i've become recently disabled, and i was forced to leave my career because i can't walk. because of this and therapy, i've been trying to make a return to creating. i loved creating. it still makes me happy to see people comment on old videos asking where i am today. i never respond to them, but knowing i haven't been forgotten is what's giving me the strength right now to type all of this.

it's very likely no one will see this post. it's very likely this will be buried in the ocean of posts that make up the entire internet. but right now it feels like deadweight in my lifeboat, and i need to get it out.

"why post this video if you don't want to known for it?" and the answer to that is... i don't know. there are a lot of internet events that happened in my life where someone else got to write the story behind it. i guess i just wanted to write mine. i wanted it out there. i wanted to be known.

[omg-hellgirl]

Any truth to the actress Rae Dawn chong (Tommy Chong's daughter) hooking up with Mick Jagger when she was only 15? She said it was consensual but does one miss that. maybe Mick had a thing for young teenage girls like other rockers then?

So, about Rae, I only had contact with two biographies of Mick. Jagger Unauthorized (1993) and Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger (2012) both by Christopher P Andersen. In Jagger Unauthorized she denies having sexual relations with Mick saying: "Sex is the nature of both Mick's and my personalities," admitted Chong, "but we were never romantically or sexually involved."

In the 2012 biography there is only a small mention of her and nothing relevant. There may be details somewhere that I haven't read, but a few years ago she admitted to sleeping with Mick when she was 15. She said he didn't force her into anything, but he didn't ask her age. She also does not place herself as a victim, classifying the 70s as a different time. I don't know more about them two specifically, but I don't think she's lying.

About Mick hanging out with teenagers...it's mentioned often. To name a few, Natasha Fraser (daughter of Antonia Fraser), Nenna Eberstadt (she was 16), Cornelia Guest (she was 18), Gwynne Rivers (she was also 18) and Mackenzie Phillis, daughter of John Phillips from The Mamas and the Papas. This Mackenzie says she also had an incestuous relationship with her father, and I don't know the details of that story, so I'm not saying I believe it or not, but it's good to tread carefully on the things she says about Mick.

In short, Mick has had a lot of sexual contact with teenagers since becoming a rockstar. And while we can't be sure if he actively pursued them for this reason, I think it's safe to say he didn't care about age (to be fair, none of them cared). Although, according to Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger, Jerry:

was convinced that he was flaunting his affairs with ever-younger women in a calculated effort to humiliate her.

[alexnamm]

Secondo te, se prendo la teiera di mano a Nenna… mi guarda male, mi guarda incuriosita o mi urla? 🤔

Asking for a friend

Secondo me, non se ne farà proprio

[ifseenoendinis]

"‘What am I to do, Maurice?’ Nenna asked. She confided in him above all others. Apart from anything else, his working day did not begin till seven or eight, so that he was often there during the day, and always ready to listen; but there were times when his customers left early, at two or three in the morning, and then Maurice, somewhat exhilarated with whisky, would come over to Grace, magically retaining his balance on the gangplank, and sit on the gunwale, waiting. He never went below, for fear of disturbing the little girls. Nenna used to wrap up in her coat and bring out two rugs for him.

During the small hours, tipsy Maurice became an oracle, ambiguous, wayward, but impressive. Even his voice changed a little. He told the sombre truths of the lighthearted, betraying in a casual hour what was never intended to be shown. If the tide was low the two of them watched the gleams on the foreshore, at half tide they heard the water chuckling, waiting to lift the boats, at flood tide they saw the river as a powerful god, bearded with the white foam of detergents, calling home the twenty-seven lost rivers of London, sighing as the night declined.

'Maurice, ought I to go away?'

'You can't.'

'You said you were going to go away yourself.'

'No-one believed it. You didn't. What do the others think?'

'They think your boat belongs to Harry.'

'Nothing belongs to Harry, certainly all that stuff in the hold doesn't. He finds it easier to live without property. As to Maurice [the name of Maurice's boat], my godmother gave me the money to buy a bit of property when I left Southport.'

'I've never been to Southport.'

'It's very nice. You take the train from the middle of Liverpool, and it's the last station, right out by the seaside.'

'Have you been back since?'

'No.'

'If Maurice belongs to you, why do you have to put up with Harry?'

'I can't answer that.'

'What will you do if the police come?'

'What will you do if your husband doesn't?'

Nenna thought, I must take the opportunity to get things settled for me, even if it's only by chance, like throwing straws into the current. She repeated—

'Maurice, what shall I do?'

'Well, have you been to see him yet?'

'Not yet. But of course I ought to. As soon as I can find someone to stay with the girls, for a night or two if it's necessary, I'm going to go. Thank you for making my mind up.'

'No, don't do that.'

'Don't do what?'

'Don't thank me.'

'Why not?'

'Not for that.'

'But, you know, by myself I can't make my mind up.'

'You shouldn't do it at all.'

'Why not, Maurice?'

'Why should you think it’s a good thing to do? Why should it make you any happier? There isn’t one kind of happiness, there’s all kinds. Decision is torment for anyone with imagination. When you decide, you multiply the things you might have done and now never can. If there’s even one person who might be hurt by a decision, you should never make it. They tell you, make up your mind or it will be too late, but if it’s really too late, we should be grateful. You know very well that we’re two of the same kind, Nenna. It’s right for us to live where we do, between land and water. You, my dear, you're half in love with your husband, then there’s Martha who’s half a child and half a girl, Richard who can’t give up being half in the Navy, Willis who’s half an artist and half a longshoreman, a cat who’s half alive and half dead...’

He stopped before describing himself, if, indeed, he had been going to do so."

—Penelope Fitzgerald, from Offshore

[reitheon]

in icelandic there’s a word that doesn’t exist in english, “nenna”, which can most directly be translated to “feel like it”, and being asked whether you are going to do something, or go to a social event or just anything really it is entirely acceptable and very normal to say “ég nenni þvi ekki” which essentially means “i don’t feel like it”. but it doesn’t have any negative connotation in and of itself indicating laziness or whatever, it’s just that sometimes you don’t have the energy, you don’t feel like it, and people recognise and understand this in a way that i feel like isn’t the norm when someone says that in english. it can be done later, if it really is important. i really like this word and will provide no commentary on the different cultural aspects that play into this because i nenni því ekki.

[fyeahghosttrick]

I personally requested regular size "Sissel" and petite black cat, Lynne and a spirit flame with detachable sunglasses, and Kamila with petite Missile.

Regular nendoroid Yuri and nendoroid petite Yuri

(Madoka photo from @dragonhoardoftheotaku)

Here's the size comparison between regular and petite. The petite are less posable and no extra parts, but if they can sit like a playmobile wolf for example, that's more than enough for Missile and our cat friend. That way we get 6 characters, and the size balance is good

If Missile were to be the same size as Ammy here, or his mistresses it'd feel wrong. So I hope it'll work. We can suggest on this page outside and during the the event too, but I think the event has higher priority.

(Context!) haha yeah Missile-zilla would be a little strange. Looks like a good selection to me...!

[vacueabissi]

I'm researching my favorite childhood book series for the wiki, and on this page, and that page only does it say that it came out in Italia:

I can't even find any proof that the publisher ConTatto even exists, I can only find an Argentinan furniture store when searching. Can you help?

There's a lot of misinformation on the page, so... Like there are no trolls, but there are giants...

I swear, I can't find anything either. Wtf???

[pascallatte]

is there a reason why pedro and actress!y/n kept their relationship secret or did they just want their relationship to be private?

Hii!!

As previously stated, both try to keep their personal lives as private as they can, save for some instances where they themselves share or introduce family or friends to the lot.

Now, regarding their relationship, it's somehow both but leaning more into that they just wanted to keep their relationship private. Even though the world knows about their close friendship, they really just didn't want to tell the world that they were no longer just friends, yet. And the fact that both, especially Pedro, were on the rise for fame during the time they got together, became the next reason why they decided to keep it a secret.

[shellygurumi]

It's friendship day! Do you know what does that mean? Yeah it's really just an excuse to give you more love 😅 I'm very thankful to have known you. Your existence has brightened my days, brought me more laughter, and more joy. I wish you more laughter and joy too~ You have always tried to make me feel included, and I am so grateful for that. Thank you for being always there, and for truly caring. I don't know anyone with your kindness. I appreciate you and love you, Mimi~🥰😘 - Nen

Nennaaaaaa!!!! I’m not awake enough for all this love!! Ahh! Your words are so sweet and I don’t even know what to say! I love you so much~

I’m so glad we met and started talking because you are so much fun and have such a good soul! And you make my little world a better place because you are in it. 💜💜💜 I love talking to you about anything and everything (except math hahaha - but im so glad you send me dumb math memes even tho you hate it).

I wish you all the love and light in your life, you deserve everything! Love you~~~

[thasorns-moved]

🥞 You 🥞 must've 🥞 known 🥞 you'd 🥞 get 🥞 at 🥞 least 🥞 one 🥞 message 🥞 trolling 🥞 you 🥞 after 🥞 you 🥞 posted 🥞 that 🥞

[nanenna]

Alright! I’ve wanted to do this since I saw the town in Deltarune, so I’m doing it now! A comparison between the two! Specifically just the buildings and some of the characters they have in common, this one is just these buildings because I have some more in depth stuff I want to talk about with specific places.

First up! Grillby’s! Aside from the snow and the lights being on or off they are basically identical, it looks like Toby used the same sprite even. Clearly Sans was too lazy to get a proper sign and just painted his name right onto the end, but this just leaves me all anxious. What happened to Grillby?

The skelebro house got an upgrade, unlike the restaurant/grocery store. Not only are the snow and colorful decorations missing, but the house has more shadow and coloring details. It’s the same, but it’s not the same sprite just getting copied over (or maybe it is because it’s just close enough to the same).

The Library is almost completely different. Different materials, different design, different sign... just so very different. But it still has the misspelt name.

[novemberthecatadmirer]

Headcanon about Morgoth, the Void and Dagor Dagorath

My crazy headcanon is Morgoth initially stole the Silmarril because he wanted to make sure Yavanna could not use them to make new Trees. Yes the gems were beautiful but he had no use for them.

Then in the horrible Unlight he looked at Ungoliant, this creature from the Void, this being that just existed and eating and eating and never create anything, this thing that’s hunger itself, and realized, Oh.

He realized he could become something like this. Actually, he would become something like this. He already lost the ability to create and he could feel the desire to destroy, the desire to twist and eliminate everything others created, that desire was growing stronger and stronger inside him. He remembered originally he knew what he wanted to create, he wanted to undo the world and build a new one in his way. But now he could no longer recall the full picture of his new world. It was a past dream that was quickly fading, replaced by the wish to just destroy everything. Like a Spider.

He realized he was slowly becoming a Spider. He was already on this path. He had used his one chance to turn back to firmly push himself further down in this direction. Too late.

The family he betrayed, they knew, some of them. He remembered Namo listening to his yelling like some of those elves listening to their horrible kids throwing a fit. Nenna cried for him. Este tried to invite him for tea and demanded him to “heal himself.” Ulmo hated him. Yavanna stayed away from him like he was some kind of foul things that will make her sick. Varda looked at him with that mocking, knowing smile. “I know where you are going,” she once mouthed to him. He remembered Manwe looked so sad. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” His brother, too good to understand evil, ever so condescending, asked him with real concern. He hated it.

Now he understood. Indeed. Why would anyone do this to themselves? Why would anyone condemn themself to become a Spider and end up being claimed by the Void? Of course Manwe knew this. He was the one who knew the most about the vision of Arda. He was the one who knew better. Unable to understand evil? How do you understand why someone do something, when you fully understand doing that brings only harm to themselves? How do you understand why someone do things that will make them a slave of the Void?

Probably the One was the only one that could forgive him now. If he begged. But he would not beg. He might have threw away everything but he had his pride.

The Silmarils burned his hands. Good! That meant he was still NOT a Spider. How foolish the Ungliant was to ask for the gems. He did not know what would happen if the Spider touched them, but nothing good. Maybe they’ll cancel out each other, the Strength and Love and Hope of this world and the Hopeless Hunger from the Void existed before the world was made.

He was going to keep the gems. He was going to clench them until and after the end of this world. He was not going to let them go. They were going to keep him safe, AWAY from the Void. With the Silmarils he would never become a Spider. Everything was going to be well.

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I think the Silmarils really mattered more to Morgoth than them mattered more to anyone else. My headcanon is the more depressed you are the more attractive the gems feel to you. Morgoth basically was drowning in Nihilism in the end of his character arc.

The worst thing to happen to an artist that live for making things is losing the ability to create. Morgoth did that to himself. He did not knew it; he thought he was just going to have fun destroying other people’s artwork and his own creativity would bear no harm. Actually he was the one who got harmed the most. Yet he still would not regret and say sorry and mean sorry, because he would always try to convince himself there would be other solutions (world domination and the Silmarils) that would help him without hurting his pride and forcing him to take responsibilities.

(The evil is clever but also stupid.)

It’s interesting that Morgoth ended up in the Void soon after losing the Silmarils.

My crazy headcanon is the Valar did not push Morgoth into the Void. They would not do that to anyone.

The Void came for him. The Void claimed him, because he was already a creature of the Void. Then the Void swallowed him whole.

He would never escape.

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As for the Dagor Dagorath? My headcanon is it’s not Morgoth breaking out of the Void. Instead it was going to be the opposite way round: It would be Arda sliding into the Void.

When Arda Marred got so aged and damaged, it started to slide into the Void like Morgoth and ungoliant did. That’s why human were so important in that; a lot of elves probably were just too depressed to fully reject the Void.

(Morgoth would escape but that hardly mattered. He would already became a Spider and it would be like a drowned cat trying to climb onto a sinking ship in desperation.

Also that’s why the human left Arda would “return.” They did not. The world just joined them instead. And they’ll be able to rekindle the world with the Hope they found in places out of the world.

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