#this show was and is super important to me

[prettycottonmouthlamia]

Oh boy there is so much here and I'd absolutely love a crack at explaining it. "What is weird about cats in Arknights?" a lot actually, and honestly, it's what is weird about every animal in Arknights.

So, yes, first of all, you have the "Feline" race, which broadly includes every cat person in the game, with the exception of lion people, who are categorized under Aslan instead. These aren't actually super important to our discussion immediately, so I'm going to gloss over them for right now. Point is, lots of people are cat people in this world, and this isn't given much pause.

That, at minimum, though, is a little weird. People on Terra don't seem to know that "cats" exist for the most part. There are a few people in particular that are important to our discussions here: first is Mousse, who has a bunch of friends she calls "kitties" but whom don't seem to be creatures known to the wide world; second is Haze, who has a major interest in "kitties", but these being BOTH the normal cat looking varieties AND Felines; and Phantom, who is a feline that is followed around by a two-tailed cat named Ms. Christine.

Ms. Christine gives us our first clue into all of this. Haze has a lot of respect for her, and Ms. Christine seems to just randomly appear in places following Phantom. What's more, the implication is that Ms. Christine won't show herself without her consent. If she doesn't want you to find her, you won't. While this might just seem like your average cat behavior, this is actually a common trait about the various Beast Lords in the game. Dolly, the Beast Lord for Sheep, can also make it so he is not visible to people if he so wishes, with one exception (Kal'tsit).

Ms. Christine hasn't talked at all, so we don't specifically need to know what her deal is. We do know that she is trying to keep Phantom away from the Crimson Troupe, the wandering assassination theater group who raised and groomed him from when he was a young orphan, and given that she can freely walk amongst the troop's castle in Calais, it's at least clear she's not ordinary.

What about Mousse's kitties? We don't know! They do seem to have some degree of deliberate intelligence to them, but they might simply be normal cats. The point here is that the others don't know what they are, so it's possible they could be Beast Lords too.

What IS interesting is that, according to Dolly, Beast Lords and their modern races originate from the same source. Beast Lords are _probably_ manifestations of animals that resulted after the first Catastrophes brought Originium to the surface worldwide, and from that point, the Beast Lords were born and the other animals began their evolutionary divergence (because remember: this is not a people becoming animals story, it's an animals becoming people story!).

There are also cloudbeasts, or at least at minimum, cloudbeasts are similar enough in shape to cat and dogs that the people of Terra don't find Mio or Woof to be particularly strange (Mio and Woof being Beast Lords themselves). Terra does seem to have its own unique versions of many animals we would know: fowlbeasts for birds, burdenbeasts for large herbivores etc. But on Terra, by and large (depending on what is happening with Mousse), it lacks the animals that we would expect in our world, as they either became Beast Lords or turned into animal people.

(For example, there is a Hound type enemy in the game, but they're actually some kind of fragment of a dog-like Beast Lord in Bolivar. This is only explained in the CN only lorebook because Hypergryph hates me in particular.)

This covers almost everything there is to say about cats in Arknights, with one exception: Kal'tsit. The like immortal green cat girl of the setting. Her conversation with Nezzsalem, the almost as immortal leader of the Nachzehrer, indicates that she seemingly was not always a cat girl, and we know that she is actually an artificial creation from the Precursor Civilization to Terra that brought both the original animals and Originium to the moon. So what is Kal'tsit, if she were not always a cat girl?

We don't know! My theory is that Mont3r, her companion, is in some way a "larval" form of Kal'tsit, given that it is sentient and that Kal'tsit seems to trust it to do the right thing when she passes. Curious!

Anyways yeah. Cats are weird in Arknights.

Arknights could pull off an event about a young witch searching for her lost cat in the alps. In fact it’d actually be super hype considering how weird cats are in lore

[firealder2005]

I honestly don’t post about any sports all that often. But this Super Bowl compelled me to write this.

Now, right out the gate I will tell you I am a KC Chiefs fan. I was born one. I am a third-generation fan, going back to my grandpa who picked them at 19 when they were a godawful team and barely televised through my mom’s childhood, because only the good teams were televised then — so if they could watch them, it was to watch them get POUNDED.

I got to watch them win a Super Bowl after a 50 year drought. It was an exhilarating feeling, especially since I was constantly picked on at school by a classmate because of my team (he would go out of his way to harass me whenever his team — Ravens, btw — beat the Chiefs. And he was blissfully quiet the whole day after).

I got to see them win another one two years ago, in the affectionately nicknamed Kelce Bowl because of the Kelce brothers playing against each other. That was a fun year.

And another one after that.

Am I all that cut up about them losing this year?

No. I am not. Because I know it’s just a game. The dudebros need to chill out fr.

But I also know that this year…it wasn’t quite just a game, either. There’s other forces at play.

I honestly had no idea that some of the major Chiefs players supported trump until today. Just before I started writing this, in fact. I didn’t know trump wanted them to win either.

There was a bad taste in my mouth when I found that out.

I don’t consider myself to be a fanatic fan. But I am a proud fan. Someone once called me a bandwagon and I got offended.

But. But.

I am not a fan of this. Of the support and cozying up to of fascism, racism, queerphobia, you name it. It boggles my mind too because there are Black players on the Chiefs, there are Black players who CARRY the NFL’s legacy on their backs, and to support the trump administration is to take away their support.

You know what I am a fan of?

The political message of Kendrick Lamar’s halftime show.

I have never listened to any of Kendrick’s discography. I’ve never really been all that into hip hop or rap (my whiteness is showing I know).

Honestly, while I was watching, a lot of what was going on flew over my head. And I also had a hard time hearing the lyrics 🫣 again, not used to this genre of music 😅

But that’s what I thank tumblr for. Tumblr always has a way of bringing the unknown into the spotlight, and expanding my own knowledge on it.

I am very much not knowledgeable on the Black history surrounding Kendrick’s performance. But looking back, with a fresh set of eyes, what I do know and have put in effort to learn starts to be clear.

And I think it was genius. I think Kendrick Lamar’s performance is what saved this Super Bowl for me because I am vastly disappointed in my team right now, and still would have been even if they won.

I do not begrudge the Eagles their win. After all, this was a rematch 😜 Only fair you have your time to shine.

But in all seriousness, I think I prefer a loss to a win simply because I would not be able to enjoy that win knowing what I do now.

Besides. if it comes with the bonus of trump’s night being ruined? having to live with spending TAXPAYER MONEY (my money!!) to go and watch the game only to leave halfway through because Kendrick called him out? good. I can handle the sidelong taunts about the Chiefs and their bad decisions. I am mature enough to see that.

I am mature enough to see that an Eagles win, packed with Kendrick Lamar ripping the right a new one, is a win for us all — Chiefs fans included.

The next four years will be tough. But with such a spectacular performance? The trans flag? The Palestine and Sudan flag? Everything?

I think we have what we need to keep fighting. Kendrick, Chappell Roan, Lady Gaga, all of these artists lending their voices to support those who will be grievously impacted by what comes next is so important, especially at events like the Grammies and the Super Bowl. It shows that people care.

It shows that we can always care.

It’s just a game, yeah. But now it’s so much more.

[nyiikii]

No cuz Kendrick Lamar’s Super Bowl performance was a beautiful yet subtle way to send a very important message of America especially infront of the Fascist President, in a city rich with black culture.

Samuel L Jackson as Uncle Sam calling out the dancers for “Too loud” “Too Ghetto” referencing the way POCs but especially Black people are often called ghetto or loud for having innocent celebrations or public events etc

Kendrick singing “A minor” at an event hosting the worlds most well known pedophile (trump) , Even mentioning himself “They told me not to do it, I’m gonna do it anyway” in reference to singing the song.

His background dancers wearing red white and blue forming an American flag with their bodies referencing how America was founded on the bodies of indigenous people through genocide and built on the backs of enslaved people.

The dancers splitting the flag showing a nation divided NOT indivisible. Referencing how America is currently divided, a group of Patriots separated from a group of Nazis (MAGA).

I’d also like to mention of his backing dancers holding up a Palestinian flag with Palestine and Sudan Written on it, they were unfortunately chased off stage and eventually tackled by security. They most likely are in jail or received a hefty fine for protesting a genocide.

[sillysiluriforme]

Hi! IDK if you're still cool with MLB La Terreur oc's and stuff but I really really really wanted to show you mine because your au has captivated the very corners of my soul and have awakened an intense and fiery love for the characters that I have not felt since I was eleven years old. And omg the senti-children cult thingy and the Galattaca Girls? Mwah, mwah, mwah, a million chefs kisses!! They're probably my favourite thing out of this au! Anywho! I made an oc! Her name is Vivienne Shin-Auclaire! She's a student in the main gang's class, and while her family is super rich, she got into the school through a ballet dance scholarship. And she's kinda the worst about it! She's very bossy and extremely snarky and condescending about how she got in, claiming that she could've relied on her money but she ended up relying on her hard work and talent. She does treat other scholarship students a bit more kindly though and has more respect for them. She's got this 'work hard, play hard' mindset and believes that only people who put in a lot of effort should be the ones to succeed. So she absolutely DESPISES Chloe and her family at the beginning. She's also very, very strict about rules, kind of like a cross-breed between a teacher's pet and the most pretentious ballerina you will ever meet. But she acts like this a lot because she desperately wants people to think she's important and to prove to herself and her parents that she's important and influential. That's also why she likes dancing so much; when she's on stage, everyone is looking at her and admiring her. And she feels that if she shows people how hard she works, then they'll have to respect her! They'll have to shower her in praise! Right???? I'm also thinking of making her a senti kid because I really, really like that concept, but I'm still figuring out how to make that work lol.

I'm not very good at drawing, so I just made a picrew of her! I hope that's okay :) she is my stinky baby, the girlbossiest girlfailure, she will ruin the lives of others and then herself. Anyways, thank you so so much for giving us such a compelling and intriguing story! I can't wait to see what else you have in store for us! Mwah mwah!

love me an angry girl w big feelings

[the-fyre-flie]

A Dad!Batman and Shazam au oneshot for this one commenter in particular and also me because I love this concept, hehe! Also I physically cannot keed writing this on tumblr so like if this does well I'll move it to AO3 and write some more Batfam&Shazam...

@spiritdancer9000

This is INCREDIBLY long btw...

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Bruce didn't know when it started. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment in time he started treating Shazam differently than the other heros, but at one point or another, he began treating the young man like... one of his own kids. Billy was just a kid himself, but it wasn't like he was inexperienced or powerless. The boy didn't need Bruce's parenting. Yet, the big bad Batman had a soft spot for him.

Bruce adjusted his cowl slightly as he stood from the rubble, grunting in pain as he pushed a large chunk of fallen building out of the way. This fight against a hypnotized Superman was going very poorly. His kryptonite had been sent into the bay, and he was still waiting on one of his various robins or ex robins to answer his distress call and show up with backup. Until that happened, he had to call in Shazam to help contain the alien. Their similar powers meant that while the rest of the Justice League was busy with off planet matters, Billy was the best option to take down Clark. Or at least keep him from causing more destruction. With how many times Clark gets hypnotized or brainwashed, this situation wasn't new or important enough to call back anyone from their missions. They just had to make do and figure out how to break the hypnosis.

"Shazam, can you redirect Superman to the west side of the city? Nightwing will be coming from that direction." For a man heavily bruised, stressed, and in the middle of grappling up to get as close as he could to the dueling supers, Bruce's voice was surprisingly gentle when he spoke to Billy. He almost never raised his voice at the magic infused boy, even in the middle of fights. Tho, once again, Bruce felt like he had to parent Billy. The kid was taking a beating, and he needed a level-headed adult to trust and rely on. Bruce had to be that figure, lest Billy panic, and begin letting Clark cause more damage than necessary.

"I can! I just gotta-!" Billy let out an 'oof' as he was interrupted by Superman landing a sharp hit on his jaw, sending him flying back. The sound was brutal, a loud crack followed by an even louder thud as concrete crumbled around Shazam, the hero leaving a Shazam-shaped crater in the exterior of a building. He groaned as he regained his bearings, floating to Batmans side as Superman prepared a second attack. "Okay, maybe I need a little help..."

Bruce would have chastised the boy for getting distracted for letting Superman get in a blow. That answering was less important than just doing in a moment like that. Instead, he just... let it go. Which is so very unlike him. With any other hero, including his own brood of bats and birds, he would have chewed them out for not reacting properly. With Billy, he didn't even blink, instead focusing on what to do next.

"Grab his cape and get him as close to the outskirts of the west side as possible. I'll keep him distracted."

Shazam flew into action, not one to question Batmans plans. Grabbing onto the cap, Superman immediately shifted to try and grab at the young hero. Only for Batman to begin... threatening Superman? Billy wasn't exactly sure why Batman decided that was the best way to keep the Kyrptonian distracted, but it was working somehow. The more Batman spoke about Lois and Jonathan and all the horrible ways he could take out Clark's family, the more scared rather than aggressive Clark became. For a man of steel, Superman bent easily. Within half a minute, they were touching down in the city limits, Superman not even fighting back anymore, seemingly spiraling, head in hands.

"Why did you say all that stuff to him, mister Batman?" Shazam asked, letting go of the man's cape and joining Bruce's side. As they spoke, Nightwing pulled up, his bike screeching as he came to a sudden stop. He was waving a small thermos looking thing back and forth before tossing it to Batman, disappearing again before he could even be questioned.

"Superman, at his core, is a gentle giant and family man. Threatening or insulting his family makes him depressed. As any father would become if someone like me threatened his son the way I did. I'll apologize to him when he's back in his right mind." Bruce stated gruffly as he unsealed the thermos and waved it under Clark's nose like smelling salts. Usually, he would have been far less gentle with Clark. The alien man could take it. But he couldn't bring himself to he overly violent in front of Shazam.

As the kryptonite was held in front of Clark, he finally snapped out of hypnosis, groggily looking up at Bruce. He squinted a bit, groaned, and stood. Of course, he apologized and offered to help with whatever damage he caused, but Bruce simply dismissed him, telling him to go rest and recover properly.

Sat in a local diner, Bruce watched as Billy stuffed his face with food. They both changed out of their hero persona's, and Billy had been ready to go do whatever orphaned kids do in this day and age, but Bruce had insisted on treating him to food. Bruce watched as the boy rambled and ate, talking about some show he had seen recently. Every time Billy opened his mouth, Bruce was reminded of just how young he was. Just how innocent and alone in the world he was. Bruce nodded and sipped his coffee, Billy almost flinging his waffles as he spoke, the enthusiasm almost contagious. Almost.

"Do you need a place to stay?

Bruce had blurted it out before he even had time to think about the implications. He, Bruce Wayne, THE Batman, had blurted something out. In front of him, Billy was staring, wide-eyed, fork of waffles held up mid bite. It was a long moment of silence before Billy spoke.

"...yes?"

The Wayne manor was quiet. A vast empty building, the echos of their footsteps loud as they made their way through the halls. Billy had to jog to keep up with Bruce's long strides, his sneakers squeaking against the perfectly polished wood floors. As Bruce turned a corner, Billy skidded after him, nearly bumping into a large, scarred man.

"B, why is there a new kid? I thought we all agreed you reached your adoption limit." His voice was almost as gruffs as Bruce's, the scars along his jaw and brow shifting when he spoke. Bruce sighed and placed a hand on Billy's shoulder.

"Jason, this is Billy. He's a... coworker. Billy needs a place to stay. I'm not adopting him." Bruce replied, the man named Jason crouching to match Billy's eye height. He offered a hand, Billy carefully accepting it. They shook before Jason stood, smiling as he walked off.

"You'll probably eat your words by the end of the day. Welcome to the family, Billy."

"What does he mean?" Billy questioned as he continued following after Bruce, brow furrowed as he struggled to match Bruce's pace. Gosh... how did a man so big move so fast?

"Jaylad is just joking around. Don't worry about it." Bruce shook his head as he led Billy down a hall, the sounds of a few boys yelling and video game sound effects getting louder. When they came to a door, Bruce pushed it open, revealing a large game room/theater. A huge TV, a pool table, shelves full of books and board games, and a trio of boys sat on the couch in front of the screen, two of them holding controllers while the third did his best to get in the way.

"Move, Grayson! I need to win and show Thomas that he can never defeat me!" The smallest boy shouted, trying to push the young man out of the way.

"Keep distracting him, Dick! I'm almost there!" The other boy grinned madly as he leaned around Dicks side to get a better view of the screen, his character seemingly ahead of the others in whatever racing game they were playing. After a few more moments of shouting, the race ended, and the boys became a loud tangle of limbs and arguments. Accusations of cheating were thrown around, followed by claims of it being fair game, only to suddenly stop when they noticed Bruce and Billy.

"This is Damian, Dick, and Duke. my youngest, oldest, and most recent." Bruce spoke, and Billy offered a small wave. Why did Bruce have so many kids? HOW did Bruce have so many kids? Why is Damian the only one who looks like him? Is this what Jason meant by Bruce adopting him?

"Another one? Duke hasn't even had time to bask in his newness. He's still got New Adoptee Smell." Dick laughed a bit as he returned Billy's wave, Duke rolling his eyes from beside him.

"Billy isn't being adopted. He just needs a place to stay, and the manor has rooms." Bruce once again corrected. But as Bruce talked with Dick and Duke, Billy couldn't help by shiver at the feeling of someone glaring at him. Damian hasn't taken his eyes off Billy, his stare cold and hard and very judgmental. Yup... that one was %100 Bruce's kids.

"Billy? Let's go." Bruce's voice pulled the boys from the staring contest, Billy quickly following after the man as he left to show him more rooms. When they came to a new door, Bruce gestured for Billy to enter. Inside was a large room, a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, pretty much what you'd expect from a rich family with extra rooms.

"You can stay here as long as you'd like. We have plenty of space, food, etc. With your powers, you can be from here to Faucet in under 2 minutes, so any travel should be fine." Bruce was trying very hard to see like he didn't care too much, that this was all kindness done for a coworker, and not because he desperately felt responsible for the child stood in front of him. Billy was so young, about the same age as Damian, and the kid had nothing. Of course, Bruce had to step up.

"Thanks, Mr Wayne. I... are you certain?"

"Just Bruce is fine. And yes."

[cherry-coffees]

The Hey mister Todd song with Caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader. Where the reader tries to pull Caitlyn to bed😻🙏

YES. THAT'S A BIG YES FROM ME.

Because IMAGINEEE Caitlyn's been working super late the past few nights. You know her job is stressful, know that she has to sign off on so many important decisions and has so much paperwork in order to keep Piltover running smoothly. But it's late and you're tired — tired of falling asleep without being wrapped in your girlfriend's arms.

So you stand in the doorway of her office, leaning against the frame in the silken nightgown she bought you last week, until Caitlyn finally looks up from the papers on her desk. "Darling?" she questions, setting her pen down. "Everything okay?"

"Come to bed," you give her your best pleading eyes. Round and wide, Caitlyn almost gives in. Almost.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," she pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing. "You know I'd rather be with you instead of working. But if I don't finish these papers-"

"Please," you bite the inside of your cheek, no longer able to disguise your pout. "I need you, Cait. Just come for a few minutes...please?"

Ah, she really can't resist you.

You see her professional facade crumble as her eyes go soft, and you know you've worn her down. Caitlyn stands from her chair, crossing over to you in a few strides and laying a hand on your back. "Alright, just until you fall asleep, then."

When you're comfortably settled in Caitlyn's bed a few minutes later, your head on her shoulder as you scroll through your phone. She nudges you lightly when she spots you opening your social media. "Darling, you should sleep. It's not good for you to scroll this late."

You ignore her, sitting up to meet her eyes. "Please, Cait? If you let me show you one video, I'll let you go back to work. Promise."

Caitlyn tilts her head, navy hair falling over her shoulders before she sighs again in compliance. "Okay. You've convinced me."

"Good," you smile, tapping your phone a few times until you find the video you want. It's a trend you've seen recently, the video showing a girl with a cat in her arms, the girl kissing the cat in between every word of the audio.

Caitlyn smiles at the video. "That's cute."

"It is," your smile widens almost mischievously, turning back to her. "And now..."

Caitlyn's eyes widen in surprise as the video's audio plays again, only this time, you cup her face in your palms.

"Ooh, Mr. Todd," kiss on her left cheek.

"I'm so happy," kiss on her right cheek.

"I could-" kiss on her forehead.

"-eat you up I really could! You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?" kiss on her nose.

"What I dream?" You place a final kiss on her lips, pulling back to smile sweetly at her as the audio plays out.

Caitlyn, meanwhile, blinks dazedly up at you from where she's leaning against the bed's headboard. "Oh," she murmurs, voice husky. "That's- That's what you wanted to-"

"Mhm" you gently knock your nose against hers. "You're just too cute. I had to give you all the kisses."

"I'm not cute," she mumbles, though her icy eyes are still hazy, like she can't think straight. And, Caitlyn supposes, she really can't.

"You're the cutest" you decide, kissing her lips once more. "But that's what I wanted. You can go back now if you need, love."

Caitlyn sits up fully, but it's only to shrug off her jacket and throw it across the room without a second glance. "You're too sweet to me, darling," she whispers as she slides back down so her head rests against the pillows. Her arms wrap around you snugly. "I can't let you sleep alone after that."

"Mh," you hum, a pleased smile gracing your features as you tuck your head into her neck. Your legs tangle together under the sheets, and you swear that you've never been happier than when you're in your girlfriend's embrace. "If you insist."

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A/N: ty for the request lovely, i hope i did you justice <3

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[anpanbun]

share gay treebark facts about stagelight au immediately

1- Ren laying in bed watching very old song cover clips Martyn has on his AUstagram with a silly smile on his face

2- Ren loves listening to Martyn speak. Martyn loves watching Ren's mouth move when he's mouthing along to a song.

3- Their first kiss is after Martyn plays a gig and the crowd is just so so into the performance and it goes so so well and Ren is just so happy and excited for Martyn that he cant stop himself from just grabbing Martyn's face and kissing him

4- Martyn recognizes Ren as Red King instantly from an old photo because no amount of dramatic stage makeup will stop him from recognizing the face he spent a long time staring at

5- Before they're dating before Martyn even knows Ren was in Red King, someone flirts with Martyn after an open mic, and Ren gets so jealous. He's not one to just let it pass idly by at that point though, so he channels some of that old rockstar energy. He pushes his sunglass up off of his face and they push back his hair, he does the rockstar strut, he gently brushes his hand against Martyn's to let him know he's there, before wrapping arm loosely around his waist in a clear show of possessiveness. [This is so out of character for the, as Martyn as seen so far, shy, quiet, hot guy he's slowly befriending via texts and AUstagram messages. And this is a very funny scene to me cause of it]

6- I need to remind everyone that Ren has big hands, this is just an actual fact about the real life man. So with that here's something my friend Beans said: "i was just thinking about martyn sitting there with ren’s big hand on his shoulder like wow never noticed how big his hands are. haha. well anyways."

7- After Martyn knows about Ren's history, Ren offering to teach him his trick to doing this one super iconic riff from a Red King song. And of course, clearly the best way to show Martyn how to do this is to have Martyn sit in between Ren's legs with his back to Ren's chest so that he can slot his hands over Martyn's and rest his head on Martyn's shoulder to see their hands. Clearly.

8- Important knowledge, Ren has trauma related to alcohol because of the car wreck scandal and the press accusations (even though he was sober during that). So if Martyn drinks even a little bit while at or near Ren's house, Ren makes him stay the night. The first time this happened Martyn accidently fell asleep on Ren's bed while they were talking, and Ren can't just wake him up to ask him to move..... and he's kinda trapped cause Martyn is laying too close for Ren to be able to get up and go sleep in the guest room without disturbing him so.... oops guess theyre sharing a bed now. And what do you know that habit just continues every time Martyn sleeps over, oops.

9- Important knowledge, Ren is touch starved. Ren sitting on the floor so that Martyn can pet his hair and scratch behind his ears.

10- Ren gets horrible nightmares, and Martyn's voice helps soothe them, so on nights when Martyn isnt there. Ren listens to recordings of Martyn's song covers over and over again or calls Martyn in the middle of the night and Martyn knows to just yap about anything and everything until he hears the soft noises of Ren's sleeping breath.

If I say anymore anon I might explode into a million pieces

[strawberryfloofs]

i wanna be treated like the age i regress to!!! (toddler based) if you have something to do, set up an activity for me to keep me occupied while youre doing grown up stuff! help me get dressed, even if i argue im a big girl and i can do it! (i cant and if you believed me, id whine and make grabby hands for my mama to help) im fussy about bedtime? "oh i know doll, but lets get those teethies brushed and mama can read you a story, hm? how about a warm baba too?" instant distraction = no fussiness

give me snacks and cut up my fruit for me! bonus points if its cute shapes :D if im being left alone, check on me time to time and feel the dread if you hear no more giggles and playing (better hope im feeling sleepy or watching a show and not getting into trouble...) try to answer my random questions about everything like "wy mama has big gir cup an no floofy?" "Because mama is a grown up that doesn't spill drinks, and you're her little baby thats a little clumsy n she loves you just the way you are!" - "doeses dinosaurz hab woving mommies and daddies toos?" "Hm, I think so- how else would they have gotten so big and strong back then?" you wanna watch a grown up show on the tv? get me some toys ands set up a little area in the living room for me, or even give me a device temporarily understand my big emotions over seemingly small things and comfort me! (totally not projecting because i also didnt totally call Clovey the lion a big meanie poo head [she is not one] bc I wanted Bingo as a nini stuffie instead of her [Bingo was across the room] and started whining and getting upsetti spaghetti) make me hold your hand or something else (like a grocery cart buggy) in public because if not, I might get distracted and wonder off. understand it might take a while to get my attention and be hard to sustain it/get me to listen because im really tiny! "bubs, can you look at mommy? you can play after this, i promise, but its reallly super duper important!" (i cant be the only one whos brain is totally clouded with tiny thoughts and urges right? who wants to listen to a grownup when you can stack blocks instead-) just writing this makes me feel sorta tiny eee

[roodles03]

Hazbin Hotel Angelic Wings Theory

Something I thought of while falling asleep last night, is that after Vaggie regains her wings, they become retractable.

Vaggie regains her wings in Hello Rosie, but as we can see in the next episode they're seemingly gone

But later in The Show Must Go On, it's shown she can just pull them out at will and then retract them when she wants later.

Now comparing her to another Angel of her kind (exorcists) Lute ALWAYS has her wings out and it appears she CANNOT retract them. (This also applies to Adam but I don't think he counts as a true exorcist angel)

This may also apply to Vaggie herself before she was brutalized and attacked by Lute. As she has her old set of wings at all times.

(Yes, TORN off, not CUT off. Lute didn't use angelic weapons to cut off Vaggie's wings, she TORE them off with her bare hands. That's why Vaggie was able to grow them back)

So perhaps having your wings physically torn off in some way, when you grow them back it has the side effect of making them retractable. I was thinking that maybe the animators just don't want to draw the wings at all times but clearly they do for other angels and other winged characters so this seems purposeful.

This also seems to apply to the seraphim angels we see, Sera and Emily. They ALWAYS have their wings out and it doesn't seem they can retract them at will.

Now, who else is a Seraphim who CAN retract their wings?

Yes, it's Lucifer.

In fact, it seems Lucifer highly prefers to keep his wings retracted. Seemingly only using them to fly, fight, or show off. They also appear to come out automatically similar to his horns when he goes full-demon.

Now I actually did go back to the opening storybook sequence, and Lucifer has his wings out the ENTIRE time rather than just before which does make this a bit confusing.

But I do find it really odd he only has half his wings here, just before being thrown into hell, despite it not being a side profile. As an artist I really see no reason for that choice, it wouldn't really affect the silhouettes too much because they show overlap in earlier scenes. It just seems super odd here. But at the same time, there's no way to know the true intention of why they drew it the way they did. Maybe it was to make things appear clearer, it could be foreshadowing he lost half his wings? Who knows. I don't have an answer for this part.

But It's also important to note this opening scene was narrated to us as if it were a storybook being read to a child. Narratively, It's a simple narration/exposition of a previous event in the story. A lot of shows do this and leave out the details in order to actually show us what happened on screen in a flashback down the line. And to make that actual flashback more satisfying and NOT feel like a waste of time, they most definitely had to leave stuff out of this initial exposition. (Plus you still want mysteries to keep viewers engaged) Think of the Roo, Root of all Evil Theory, or how they don't talk much about Eve at all. This could be stuff they intentionally left out in case they do have a flashback of this moment later in the series.

So it's entirely possible that they purposely left out Lucifer getting his wings torn off to make it a surprise for when they do actually show us the fall of humanity, and in turn, Lucifer's fall.

Of course, you could argue that Vaggie and Lucifer CHOOSE to retract their wings while the other angels don't, but the fact that no angel we know of besides them does it, and they're both fallen angels, one of which we know FOR SURE had their wings torn off, it raises enough eyebrows for me.

Basically, I think it's very possible that through the evidence of Vaggie's wings being retractable after growing them back, and every other angel we know of never retracts their wings and has never had their wings torn off, it can be assumed that Lucifer might have had his wings torn off as punishment when he was sent down to hell.

[petermaximoffsgirl]

super bowl

summary – kyle wants to watch the super bowl. 

content – fluff; kissing

words – 1.1k

you were seated on your bed, pouring over a book on concilium when kyle lumbered into your room, clearly distressed. “kyle? are you okay?” 

he held out his ipad, clearly upset. “h-help,” he grunted. “p-p-please help.” 

you marked your place in the book and set it aside, beckoning him over. he thrust his ipad at you, squirming. you examined it, frowning; it appeared to be fine. “did you drop it? it looks okay.” 

he groaned, tapping the screen and pointing at the time. “time,” he said, his voice urgent. 

you glanced at the number. “the time? it’s five-thirty-four,” you said slowly. “five-three-four, kyle.” 

he made a pained noise, evidently agitated. “time,” he repeated, getting increasingly desperate. 

you felt a pang of sadness. he was clearly trying to communicate something important, but you had no idea what it could be. “is it time for something? do you want to watch a show?” you asked, trying to think of what he could possibly want. all of the cartoons he enjoyed were available to stream, and he usually watched them after dinner. 

he frowned, clearly struggling to stay calm. “bowl,” he eventually said, beaming at you. “bowl.” 

you smiled. “are you hungry? do you want dinner and a show?” 

kyle’s face crumpled; you felt tears sting the back of your throat. you felt so badly for him, and you were desperate to help him, but you didn’t know how. he sat on the bed next to you and put his head in his hands, moaning. “g-gay,” he stuttered, “m-m-m. g-g-gay-m-m-m. ga-m-m-me.” 

“do you want to play a game?” you asked, flipping to his game apps. “you can play a game if you want.” 

“no,” he groaned. “no, no.” tears filled his eyes as slumped against you. “stupid,” he moaned. “stupid, stupid, stupid.” 

you quickly grasped his hands, afraid that he would resort to hitting himself in the head, as he had in the past. “no, kyle,” you said firmly. “you’re not stupid. i’m going to help you, i promise.” 

he sniffed, nodding slowly before reaching for the ipad. “show,” he mumbled. “i show you.” 

you watched as he flicked through the apps, eventually opening the app where he watched his cartoons. he clicked on the search bar, which brought up a list of his recent attempts. you glanced at them, wondering what sooper boll and spporttz meant. you gasped, suddenly realizing what he wanted. “football! kyle, do you want to watch the super bowl?” 

butterflies erupted in your stomach as he grinned, nodding happily. “s-su-up-p-per-r-r-r bowl,” he said slowly, resting his head on your shoulder. 

you gently laced your fingers through his, squeezing as you used your other hand to navigate to the sports section of the app. “see, kyle? this is where all the sports games will be,” you explained. “if you want to watch other games, like soccer or basketball, you can do that here.” 

he looked up at you, his eyes wide. “b-bas-s-seb-b-ball?” 

you nodded. “yeah, baseball too.” his mouth dropped open in surprise. you gently ran your fingers through his hair, smiling at his obvious joy. “do you like baseball, kyle?” 

he shook his head, grinning. “love,” he said emphatically. he nuzzled against you again, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “love,” he repeated, his cheeks pink as he clumsily wrapped his arms around you. “love y-you.” 

you leaned against him, smiling. “i love you too, kyle.” 

he suddenly stood up, hurrying toward the door. “wait,” he mumbled. “forgot.” 

you waited, confused, until he came back a few minutes later, carefully holding a bag of chips, a stack of napkins, a large container of dip, and two drinks. he sat down next to you and handed you the dip, chips, and drinks, smiling shyly. you laughed as he gently tucked a napkin in the collar of your shirt, then did the same for himself; he grinned as he admired his handiwork. “good job, kyle.” 

he beamed at your praise, clumsily kicking off his shoes and lying down on the bed at your side. “cuddle?” he asked, his gaze soft and needy as he smiled at you. 

you propped a few pillows under his head, helping him to recline more comfortably, and snuggled against his side. he wrapped his arms around you eagerly, gasping in delight when you pressed play on the broadcast on his ipad. you opened the bag of chips and took the lid off of the dip container, carefully scooping some of the refried beans and sour cream onto a chip and into his mouth. kyle hummed, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the taste. “good?” you asked, carefully wiping his mouth with your thumb. 

kyle swallowed, then nodded. “good,” he agreed, glancing at the game. his eyes widened as he watched a play, and he poked at the device. “b-blitz,” he said, concentration etched on his face as he stared at the screen. “throw away or s-sack.” you watched as the quarterback was immediately mobbed by the other team’s defense, opting to chuck the ball out of bounds to avoid getting tackled; kyle grinned proudly. “s-see?” 

you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, enjoying the way he immediately blushed. “good job, kyle,” you said, smiling at him. “you’re very smart.” 

his cheeks turned redder at your words; you felt warmth pool in your chest. it was important for him to realize that he was smart, and his reaction was utterly adorable. sure enough, he covered his face with one of his hands, peeking at you through his fingers. “thank you,” he mumbled, trying to hide his smile with his palm. 

you slowly reached for his hand, pulling it away from his face so you could lace your fingers through his. you kissed him gently, enjoying the surprised gasp that escaped his lips before he carefully kissed you back. 

suddenly, noise erupted from the ipad as someone scored a touchdown. you pulled away from kyle, glancing at the game and assuming that he would as well, only for him to make a sad noise and try to kiss you again. “kyle,” you said, laughing and trying to get him to look at the screen as he determinedly chased your lips. “kyle, someone scored.” 

that got his attention. he turned his head, staring at the ipad as the replay flashed across the screen. he patiently waited for about thirty seconds, nodding as the kicker made the extra point, then turned back to you. “more,” he said firmly. “game break.” sure enough, the broadcast changed to a commercial; he grinned. “more kisses?” he asked hopefully. 

you laughed, running your fingers through his golden curls. “whatever you want, kyle.” 

he grinned. “best s-super bowl ever,” he declared, a happy look washing over his face as you pulled him in again. 

[sophsicle]

ok but. i do fear perhaps. there has been a misunderstanding. y'all know that like. a super bowl half-time show cannot, and will never be, revolutionary. right? u understand that? like. the "state" literally gives its approval for that performance. the institutions u r theoretically pushing back against not only said "yeah that's cool" but are actively promoting and advertising that performance. and if u r like. but why would they do that? it's because this kind of content, is what keeps the masses docile. it is what makes you think you are involved in the political process. it benefits those in power for you to think a super bowl half-time show is what revolution looks like. it is so important that u understand this. that this was more propaganda for the powers that be than it was a criticism. which is not, by the way, me going after kendrick, i think he did everything possible to make that performance meaningful. this is not about kendrick lamar. this is about understanding context. an approved, super bowl half-time show, will never do anything the "state" doesn't want it to do. it is important that y'all understand that.

[evienyx]

Hello! I adore your Concord fic so so much, to the point that it's actually now my favorite Sonic fic. Your characterization for Shadow is fantastic and I'm right there with you in thinking that movie Shadow wouldn't hide how much he likes Sonic or be mean to him, not after how much they bonded on the moon and during the fight afterward. Actually, your characterization for everyone is very on point, and Sonic is an absolute delight. I'm so sad that he and Maria never got to be friends for real, because Shadow (and you) is 100% right that they'd get along like a house on fire lol

Anyway, there's a song that I think fits Shadow and Sonic in Concord perfectly, and I wanted to share it with you! It's called "Stargazing" by Myles Smith, and I think it's especially fitting for this latest two chapters. :3

Also, I don't know much about the Superbowl, but I'm told that they do a lot of cool stuff during it other than just the game and that people have parties and stuff when they watch it, so I hope you had a fun time!

One of the most important things for this fic for me was making sure that the characterization for Shadow was Movie Shadow and not Games Shadow.

Now, of course, Movie Shadow is an adaptation of Game Shadow, there are a lot of similarities. However, his backstory is different, and more importantly his dynamic with Sonic is different. If we're being totally honest, in the movies at least, they don't even have the rivalry thing going on (yet at least). They were legit just straight-up enemies (reluctantly on Sonic's side until Shadow almost killed Tom and Sonic decided to lock in) until the conversation on the Moon, and from there they are (oddly in-sync) allies.

This is not to say I love Movie Shadow more than Game Shadow, I love the both of them for different reasons. Nor do I love Movie Sonadow more than Game Sonadow. They're both wonderful, and both have so much potential. It is very different potential from one another. Game Sonic would have to work double time to get that conversation out of Game Shadow compared to Movie Sonic who had it in all of two seconds. This is fine, and lovely to explore on its own, but it is important to me to acknowledge the difference and write these stories with the difference in mind.

I do plan on writing more fics for them, because oh lord this ship is so fun, and there are so many things that can be done with them. Obviously we've already got the more angsty fic that I'm planning for after Concord finishes (I'll release the first chapter on the same day as the last chapter of Concord), but even more than that I've got a few too many ideas sitting on a doc. I've got ideas for the movies, for the games, and even ones for complete AU fics that would probably use a blend of their personalities from both. I'm mentally ill.

Anyway, holy mother of god are you right about that song fitting them. It's actually kinda ridiculous, and makes me wish that I could draw at all because there is nothing I want more now than an animatic of the two of them with that song for this fic. I'm gonna be sick, thank you.

And, uh, yeah, the Superbowl has got kinda three big parts to it: Game, Half-Time, Commercials. The Game is the big final NFL American football game for the season to see who's the best team. It's the last game in the playoffs. Half-Time is when they have a super famous musical artist do a fifteen-ish minute show during the break that comes after the first half of the game. The Commercials are whatever ads play when you're watching at home, and they used to be really good, big productions with like storylines and stuff, but this year they weren't all very good, and I suspect it might be the use of A.I. but you didn't hear that from me.

I'm not a fan of either of the teams that were in the Superbowl this year (the Philadelphia Eagles and the Kansas City Chiefs), but I only vaguely dislike the Eagles and I really hate the Chiefs, so I was perfectly happy to see the Eagles win. Any love toward them is gone now that the game is over, though, and I am back to solely wanting to see my own team win.

[deconstructthesoup]

Okay, at this point, I genuinely don't care if I've made a post like this before, because I have new ideas and working on Put Your Records On again has gotten me in the fucking mood.

*ahem*

What Kind of D&D Players the Dead Boy Detectives Characters Would Be (this is totally subjective)*

Edwin: Pro bono rules lawyer, full-stop. He's the type of player who has memorized what every single spell can do, knows the best combos to make an incredibly effective build, and is one of those maniacs who's read the 2014 DMG cover-to-cover more than once. He's also got surprisingly good backstories and motivations for his characters, though it takes him a couple sessions to really get into the roleplay of the thing. (Also, you cannot convince him to play a martial class. It's spells or nothing.)

Charles: Gets insanely invested in his characters. He comes up with their name, personality, species, voice, and backstory wayyyyyyy before anything mechanics-related comes into play, and every single decision about mechanics is a "would my character pick this" question, not a "is this going to make my build broken" question. His decisions are always deeply in-character, in the way that makes the DM incredibly happy for story reasons, and he's absolutely the type to make character playlists and moodboards. It's a fifty-day mourning period on the very rare occasions his character dies.

Crystal: Also gets invested in her characters, but she goes for vibes first. You won't catch her playing a human fighter (no shade to human fighters)---if a species isn't from Monsters of the Multiverse or in the "uncommon" section of the core species part of the Player's Handbook, it's not for her, and she'll always pick a class with lots of big, flashy moves and magic to throw around. Most of the time, she even winds up multiclassing, though it's never for optimization and always for flavor... buuuuut Crystal still manages to do pretty cool things with those multiclasses. She also goes hard with making character cosplays. Her social media's now full of pictures of her dressed up as her characters.

Niko: The DM's ultimate hype-person. She's always asking questions about the world, gets super into the plot, and tries her hardest to get as immersed as possible into the story that's unfolding. Basically, she's my dream player who's always making suggestions that perfectly add to the lore---like, for instance, "what if Fantasy Adventure College required you to defend your thesis by actually fighting your professors?" (This is something that one of my IRL players asked last session, and I swear to god, I reached new levels of platonic adoration as soon as those words left his mouth.) I think Niko would make characters who are mostly support, not really wanting to take up the spotlight... but when her characters do get a moment to shine, oh boy do they shine.

Jenny: Starts out as a hack-and-slasher who's only playing to make everyone else happy, and then winds up having genuine fun with it. I'm pretty sure that Jenny would never be anything more than a casual player, probably the person who just shows up every now and then to play a plot-relevant character that the DM had lined up, but she likes rolling dice every now and then.

Monty: Dice. Goblin. Yes, he plays incredibly well-crafted and heartfelt characters who deliver Shakespearean monologues and have backstories that make you cry, but the most important thing is that Monty initially got into D&D for one thing and one thing only---to collect shiny dice. Glitter, inclusions, metal---you name it, he has it, and his collection is something to behold. (He's a crow, of course he loves dice.)

The Cat King: The chaos player. His characters are pretty decent, he commits to the arcs, and he's not terribly disruptive, but make no mistake---he will try to resolve a sticky situation by suggesting doing something absolutely insane, he will roll a nat 20, and the DM will have to pick up the pieces. It's pure "I-disguse-myself-as-him," "I-don't-think-you-heard-me-I-said-blimey," "I'm-gonna-conjure-up-an-image-of-a-sexy-rat" energy, and it's an absolute delight and nightmare all at once. (All of his characters are charisma casters. Go figure.)

*The Night Nurse and Esther have zero interest in D&D, Night Nurse because she has no time for childish activities and Esther because she doesn't see the point in playing make-believe slaughter your enemies when you can do that in real life

[queerfables]

I found this super interesting, and I hope you don't mind, I have some notes of my own. Similar spoiler warning as above.

Thoughts:

If the elemental names are connected to the four tempers, could conflicts between elements of first and last name suggest conflict of nature? I'm specifically thinking of the MDR workers here. Dylan George, in particular, reflects a water/earth conflict. Helena Eagan, on the other hand, reflects a fire- light/fire-light harmony. Peter Kilmer is a little more complicated, because as @peopleareaproblem notes, kilns have a connection to multiple elements. I'd eliminate water, because by the time you fire clay in a kiln, you want it to be completely dry (clay that is not completely dry tends to explode). I'd therefore describe Peter's name as earth/earth-fire, not completely in conflict but not entirely harmonious either. I'm not totally sure what to make of Irving Bailiff, his surname is not obviously elemental, so I'm currently marking him down as water/??? but I feel as though Bailiff could relate to one of the tempers (dread? malice?) without going through an elemental link. Similarly for Mark Scout, neither name is obviously elemental, but there is still an interesting harmony to his name nonetheless. Mars is associated with war (and interestingly also with agriculture). Specifically though, he is not associated with destruction so much as with war as a path to peace. This harmonises nicely with Scout, which is a military role that prioritises gathering of information over direct violence. I'm not exactly sure what to make of this, but I think it's potentially worth thinking on further.

The R in Helly R. I don't recall this ever being said on the show, but apparently her fake surname is Riggs? The name means "ridge" which I think interestingly creates a fire/earth conflict in her innie name. But since she's mainly just referred to as "Helly R", I have two additional theories on this. The first is that the R could be an alternative first initial to Helena's real surname, turning Eagan into Reagan, and shifting the meaning of "little fire" to "little king". The only thing that gives me pause on this interpretation is that the shift towards royalty makes more sense applied to Helena rather than Helly. The second possibility is that the R is supposed to attach to Helly's first name, turning it into Hellier, an archaic English term for a slater, thatcher or tiler. Relevantly, the word derives from "hele" meaning to cover or conceal. I think there could be something to this; I'm interested in it along three axes. First, it matches the other MDR workers' surnames, which all describe professions or roles, and positions Helly as firmly working class. Second, the connection to concealment obviously relates to the way Helly conceals Helena's true role in the company. Third, and perhaps more abstractly, I find it interesting to conceive of Helly/Helena as a roof builder, when all the severed workers at Helena's company are trapped underground, separated from freedom by the ceiling above them, intended to never see the sky. Additionally, I think that like in the shift from Eagan to Reagan, there's a blurring here of the way "hellier" might relate to Helly vs Helena, and perhaps that blurring of identity is not an accident.

Dieter is usually short for Dietrich, meaning "ruler of the people", but also either "keeper of the keys" or "lockpick". Dieter is also homophonic with the name Diether, meaning "the people's army". Given all of the emphasis on twinhood and rhyme during 2x04, I don't think we can easily rule that irrelevant. I'm completely obsessed with the ambiguity and conflict of this name. Is Dieter a ruler or a soldier? Does he guard a locked door or steal through it? I share the general consensus that Dieter is likely not a literal twin but I do think he's important. There is something interesting to me in the way that Kier hid in the water at Woe's Hollow to protect himself while Dieter melted away, compared to Helena being forced into the water and Helly emerging from it. There's elements of baptism to this I think, but the significance of baptism is that you are symbolically reborn without sin, almost a new person. And so I wonder, is Dieter really Kier's imaginary brother? Or is he perhaps the original consciousness that Kier emerged from?

Milchik doesn't just refer to the prohibition against cooking meat with dairy but specifically means something that contains or was prepared with dairy and therefore cannot be cooked with meat. My take on this is that the severed workers are metaphorically the "meat", and his name indicates the ways in which he is separate from them and cannot be subject to the same abuses that they are. But dairy is still for consumption, just as he is still subject to exploitation. His name therefore also reflects that his separation from the severed workers will not save him.

Hale means healthy, but also whole. I think this could point to the significance of Ricken's unsevered status, although I'm curious as to why it is so significant for him in particular. It could also relate to Devon, who is both a Scout and a Hale.

Names in Severance

Studies show that first names tend to be particular to individuals, whereas surnames are tied to the family.

- The You You Are, Dr. Ricken Lazlo Hale, PhD

I went on a deep dive on researching name meanings on Severance, as I'm sure many others have. For those of you not insane enough to do this, my findings are below the cut.

Spoilers up to and including episode four of season two.

Why am I doing this? Well, names play a massive role in this show.

Gabby chooses the name William for her baby but Gabrielle names him Declan, which clues Devon in to something being up with her. The first chapter of The You You Are is about names, and after Ricken's reading Rebeck says she'll have to change her name again.

But most notably: the innies have no last names of their own and don't know the first names of their superiors. This divide is a huge aspect of the power dynamics of the severed floor and seemingly the rest of Lumon, as Cobel is referred to casually as Harmony by Natalie and other superiors but only ever as Ms. Cobel by the MDR department. Helena knowing Milchick's first name and casually calling him by it is what finally confirms Irving's suspicions, and he immediately weaponizes it against him. "Yes, do it, SETH."

I'm listing the full known name at the top (except for repeats like last names being the same) and then the meaning of each name in a subsequent line. So for example "Ricken Lazlo Hale" gets three lines: the first one for Ricken, then Lazlo, then Hale. If it's in the same line it's a different possible meaning for the same name. My own notes are in brackets.

MDR

Mark Scout of Mars (the god) - warlike, indicator, sign someone who goes ahead to gather information about enemies

Peter Kilmer stone kiln worker, famous sacrifice

Helly R. / Helena Eagan torch (Helen of Troy's kidnapping started the Trojan War) little fire

Irving Bailiff green water, river Irvine law enforcement officer

Dylan George toward the tide (going with the flow?) farmer, earthworker

ADMIN

Judd a river, descending, flowing down (the river where Jesus was baptized by John)

Harmony Cobel / Selvig agreement, calm, music (harmonizing two different tones) fishing boat bay of seals (nordic place name, I thought this was meaningless until episode four and now I'm like ???)

Seth Milchick appointed, placed (the third son of adam and eve sent to heal the family after cain killed abel) a jewish dietary law forbidding "boiling a (goat) kid in its mother's milk" (this has got to be on purpose, but what does it mean??)

Natalie Kalen christmas day, birth of the lord slender, fair, blessed, pure, keeper of keys

Ms. Casey watchful, vigilant (this one really convinces me some of these names are chosen with great care)

Doug Graner dark river manager, german place name

Ms. Huang phoenix (literally coming back to life in a blaze of fire)

MARK'S LIFE

Gemma gem, precious stone, "a small cellular body or bud that can separate to form a new organism"

Devon cattle, divine, poet

Ricken Lazlo Hale powerful, wealthy ruler healthy

Eleanor shining light

Patton Thune nobleman money

Rebeck Gulk instrument, tie, snare friend/servant (sometimes: of Christ)

Danise devoted to bacchus / dionysus

Alexa defender of man

THE EAGANS

Kier (CEO 1865-1939) a vat where fabrics are boiled/bleached/dyed

Imogene maiden, innocent

Ambrose (CEO 1939-1941) immortal

Myrtle (CEO 1941-1959) evergreen shrub (evergreen = never dies)

Baird (CEO 1959-1976) poet

Gerhardt (CEO 1976-1987) hard spear

Phillip "Pip" (CEO 1987-1999) friend of horses seed, excellent

Leonora (CEO 1999-2003) light

Jame (CEO 2003-) follower, supplanter, protector

Helena torch

OTHERS

O&D

Burt Goodman fortified town good man

Felicia lucky, successful

DYLAN'S FAMILY

Gretchen pearl

Jim protected/protector

Merrick fame, power, ruler of the sea, dark

Ruth friend, pity, compassion

PETEY'S FAMILY

June young

Nina little girl / shortened form of any name ending in -nina

THE ARTETAS

Angelo Arteta angel evergreen oak

Gabrielle / Gabby woman of god / talkative

Bradley (NOT William) broad meadow (NOT will helmet / desire to protect)

Declan good man / man of prayer

Kai keeper of keys, the sea, king

MISC.

Asal Reghabi honey again stupid? (ghabi = stupid)

Cecil Fields (Burt's partner) blind / sixth pasture

Charlotte (Cobel, name on breathing tube) free

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And what does all this mean? WELL, some themes I'm picking up on are the water, fire and earth, as well as light and living forever. It's of interest to me that both Gemma and Peter refer to a sort of stone, which is a plus for Mark/Petey shippers. There's a lot of water imagery connected with Lumon, but Eagan means fire. Then there's Huang meaning phoenix, which is rebirth through fire. I'm not sure how to take this yet but it's percolating.

The double meaning of Gemma is also really giving some big clone energy, I'm sorry to say. I know the makers of the show have stated that there's not a clone thing going on, but there's something happening here. I hope Ms. Huang isn't her clone, mostly because they're wildly different looking people whose only real commonality is being asian women.

I've also been looking into alchemy and the Philosopher's Stone as it relates to the themes of Severance, and all of this really rhymes with a lot of that. (I might make a seperate post about it tbh.)

Kilmer meaning kiln worker also really fucks with me, what with the water/fire/earth thing. You need water to mold clay, but firing it in a kiln turns it solid. In the Perpetuity Wing Irving tells Helly: "It’s an unnatural state for a person to have no history. History makes us someone. Gives us a context. A shape. But waking up on that table, I was shapeless." And Mark was a professor of history, and Casey made him sculpt his feelings out of clay, and he sculpted the tree that Gemma hit with her car, which neither of them remember... there's something here, I think.

I think Ricken and his friends, especially Patton, are descended from old money and may even be distantly related to the Eagans.

And then there's Reghabi, which doesn't seem to exist as a name/word outside of this show, but "ghabi" literally only returns results about the Urdu word meaning "idiot". I might be way off base but it makes me worried Reghabi isn't trustworthy. It's giving "the surest way to tame a prisoner is to let him believe he's free".

[raddestrose]

December Sixth, a day that will go down in history.

Voltron Legendary Defender your absence from netflix will be felt across the world. And just know that you will be greatly missed.

🫡🫡🫡

[nenoname]

"And now I know why! He hates me!"