#sorry that got away from me. normal now.

[serethereal]

me and ridi are like if 2 guys can talk about the same thing for four hours straight and then. still have more to say on it

[shakingparadigm]

what is the theory that ivan manipulated the event where till and mizi met the wagyein?

It's not a theory, actually! It's confirmed that Ivan orchestrated the whole event. The true reason as to why however is still unknown. The information provides more context to this scene, though:

During the earlier times of ALNST the most rational explanation for this scene was that Till ran after a flower crown (presumably Mizi's) and Ivan followed him in out of curiosity. Now we know that Ivan was conveniently just standing there because he was waiting.

Side note, I find it heartbreaking (and maybe a little funny, sorry) that Till most likely didn't notice Ivan in this scene. That's just like him, isn't it. Always too busy running after Mizi while Ivan trails behind, an ever-present shadow.

I'm not sure how Ivan manipulated the circumstances for both of them to end up there, but it is confirmed that everything was intentional. What strikes me most is how they describe this particular scene:

I can't copy down what they said word-for-word (Patreon info), but they described Ivan watching "creepily" as Till and Mizi are faced with danger. We know that Ivan was familiar with the Cerberus wagyein beforehand, enough to touch its teeth and even to rest himself inside its maw. To Ivan, the wagyein is not dangerous, but to Till and Mizi, it could be. Ivan prepared the wagyein, led them there, and watched "creepily" from afar as Till fell on his knees, seemingly injured.

The closest I can get to making sense of Ivan's "scheme" is that he wanted to see how other children would react in a dangerous situation. Ivan's always been an observer, after all, and he's learned to survive by copying the more "normal" behaviors of his peers. This situation occured when Ivan was still young and had not yet developed his more charming mask, so perhaps he staged this encounter to study a situational response, to learn and mimic the emotion of fear. And what better subjects for the experiment than two of the most expressive and reactive humans of their batch? It helps that he was already fixated on Till beforehand, too. I think Ivan became irreversibly obssessed after this incident, especially since it's framed as a turning point in Ivan's life, comparing Till to the stars.

This is just my attempt at an interpretation, though. It could very well be for another reason. He most likely chose Till and Mizi specifically for personal reasons, not just for reaction. I'm still not sure on the purpose behind the whole thing.

The team wanted to capture Ivan's "dark emotions" through the shot of his stalking, which could relate to his more sinister intentions. His gaze can be read in a few different ways, though. Curiosity, interest, fear, etc. Maybe that's why they decided to redraw the shot in ROUND 6.

I think this better sells the feeling they were trying to convey.

[zer0point5ive]

lawrence forcing adam to sit down with his cane, pressing it against adam’s chest until he’s falling back into a chair .. adam teasing lawrence during a jigsaw surgery, asking what he’d do to him if he was on the table, carrying it on into the evening until lawrence pushes him into the chair, cane in hand and starts talking about how he’d open adam up, what he’d do, how long lawrence could keep him alive until adam’s squirming in his seat, not even thinking about how easily he could push the cane that has him pinned in place away because him and lawrence both know he’s not going anywhere, adam staring at the way lawrence’s hand grips his cane, the way his fingers look wrapped around it, touching his own neck and deciding he needs to know what those fingers would feel like around his throat, lawrence sitting at his desk, ignoring adam’s desperate attempts at getting attention, trying to focus on some paperwork but eventually snapping when adam drops to his knees with a c’mon lawrence, shoving his cane between adam’s legs and telling adam that if he’s going to act like a dog. well ..

[navree]

unfortunately the percy jackson show means percy jackson discourse which means i once more have to see dogshit takes about rachel elizabeth dare, who did literally nothing except have a relationship with a boy she liked for a couple months, but the freaks are at it again because there's no worse crime in the world than being a girl getting in the way of a ship for a nanosecond

[butterflieswhisper]

tori sitting on the stairs is so. the lighting in heartstopper is awesome big fan of the blue/orange. is tori also depressed in the show i still think it would be so fucking funny to offhandedly mention her school burning down

[spaghett-onaplate]

This guy nearly beat me with a stick today (it's ok though honestly not a big deal), but on the bright side it was probably fuelled by regular annoyingness or homophobia; and not transphobia (guy called me 'he') so a win is a win

[widevibratobitch]

so what that i slept in for the exam. my voice teacher just called to talk about yesterdays concert and said some truly insane shit that made me cry again (but like. in a good way lol) so who even gives a shit lol

[avcnturine]

[VINGT-ET-UN]

"I'll stand." Robin speaks with a steady tone, though her left wing twitches. She learned how to play Blackjack so long ago yet still chooses to keep things safe. In gambling? Seriously? 15 is a mediocre hand to play but she'd rather not risk busting��shall our all-or-nothing dealer capitalize on this?

IN BLACKJACK, HE PARTICULARLY ENJOYS the role of the ' dealer '. the player——he plays that in every game ; he's always played that. in that seat, there's freedom, there's choice, there's safety and self-determination. so by all accounts, it suits the likes of miss robin well.

she declares stand, and he smiles: thin-lipped, charming, crepuscular. the low bar lights gleam off the rim of rose-tinted shades the way they might off serpents' scales. his first card was a black six just like them too.

"my turn, then."

in the dealer's seat, he is bound and chained. a throttled doll, blood and veins to motion performed through and beyond him, a metaphor for lever and pulley. the strings of something most people call fate but which he knows is so, so much more arbitrary than that guides from the backs of his hands, and its threads are woven brilliant with color, blues, purples, golds, and pinks, hypnotic——downright erotic——in the beauty of their strangling end.

the second card is a black ten.

he thinks it's interesting that miss robin had opted to bank entirely on the chance of him busting, rather than playing up to seventeen. it might look too cautious to most, even a fool's play. but more than that to aventurine, it's bold, predatory, tightens those strings drawing stitches from his arms to the velvet rests in old scripture spelling out D-E-A-L-E-R. he enjoys it. he draws another card because he has to.

in the dealer's seat, there is no choice. no safety. no self-determination. by all accounts, it suits the likes of someone like him.

"i'll commend you for playing against me, miss robin. i don't usually find anyone who'll take me up on games of chance these days."

"maybe my reputation precedes me. it's a feeling we both share, isn't it."

those strings, they are his lifeline. those colors, his yesterday and tomorrow——vernal and beautiful, shedding endless chances at rebirth for the false soul, naked every time, pared down to its very core to dangle, perched on this very precipice. coming back to it again and again.

there really isn't much thrill to be found in an ordinary game of blackjack.

"a toast, to whatever happens here."

but sometimes, even the cheap wonders will do.

he turns over the third card: 　　　　　　　　　　　　　a red. . .

[tardis--dreams]

Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care

[daz4i]

hate when i vent abt my pain and ppl tell me "everyone has stomach aches, it's normal" okay but are their pains bad enough to make them cry or unable to stand..... at least once a week...... bc i think that if this was normal society might've collapsed by now. but what do i know

[hum--hallelujah]

oh my WORD the SAGA

[troubleah]

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | FREYA ( @founderscouncil ) SAID : ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜

               “I can take care of myself, thanks.” It’s dismissive and too defensive but, while she’s used to the notion coming from Elijah and Bex and even Nik, in his own ‘you are all fools so I’m the only one who can protect you’ way, Freya’s intensity unnerves her. It’s not easy to see her as this big sister – not when, by the time Leah was born, her existence wasn’t spoken of anymore. She only heard her name whispered when she got so bad they were sure she wouldn’t make it through the night, that she would share the firstborn’s fate.

               In a way, she did. They are both standing here now, a thousand years later, alive out of spite and a lot of messed up magic.

               The emotions that claw their way into her dead cold heart aren’t welcomed either. “You, on the other hand, are in a desperate need of a hobby.” Flippantly, Leah snatches her magic book away and dances to the other side of the room. “And no, cleaning after Nik’s mess of the week doesn’t count. Have you tried LEGO yet? Karate? I could take you bungee jumping off some nice cliff or get us lost in the middle of a desert.” Which would involve spending way more time with her than she’d like but it’s for a good cause.

[mrfoox]

except that im mentally dead, i’m good

[saturnsuv]

im going to commit a violence

[weirdlittlefish]

bough

[hecksupremechips]

Starfire teen titans my best friend Starfire id burn alive for you