#to a scarily accurate degree

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Personality development headcanons

[psychoticwillgraham]

Jason voorhees is real and he just passed us in traffic dancing in his seat and waving to everyone including me with his hockey mask on. so yeah I saw him and now my day is better :3

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Your result:

Twenari Devaris.

Oh, you're a clever one. Maybe too much for your own good. You probably have something you're obsessed with to an incredible degree, or a few things. Pragmatism is your approach to most situations, which makes sense, your cerebral side is your strongest, but don't be afraid to feel your feelings. Despiste your aloof exterior, you havr a good heart. Learn to nurture it. Don't get too caught up in presentation and politeness. You're also probably also the responsible friend, despiste being the youngest in most settings.

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Which fucked up guy from my brain are you? - Personality Quiz

Found it! I've posted this before, but it was a while back, and @kaylinalexanderbooks inspired me to post it again. So here y'all go!

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[katakaluptastrophy]

I want to continue pushing my 'Magnus Quinn wasn't actually a terrible swordfighter' agenda.

Obviously, he wasn't on the same level as professional duelists Babs or Pro, or soldiers Marta or Jean. He was a guy who did some kind of fencing in high school and then picked it up again in his 30s, presumably with some degree of seriousness.

When Gideon joins the other cavaliers in the training room, Magnus and Jean are sparring. He jokes about how badly Jean is beating him, but he must have some degree of competence for aspiring soldier Jean to find him worth training with. Babs then mocks him for getting beaten by a teenager and Magnus jokes, describes himself as "absolutely no good", and praises Jean's abilities...before giving Babs such a death glare he gets obviously embarrassed.

It's worth bearing in mind that there's some degree of tension between the Third and the Fifth. Babs will have know Magnus since he was small and has almost certainly seen him fight before. But the Fifth, their relationship, and the relative freedom that Magnus has to not be a perfect fighter (because his necromancer values him as a human being) is clearly something that rankles the Third. In TUG, when Ianthe talks about Babs, she explicitly references Abigail and Magnus. And what's interesting is that she makes a comparison not just between Abigail's husband-with-a-sword and her perfect tool to be moulded and used, but also to Corona's aspirations to swordcraft:

IANTHE (Playing a card) She’s not here, so let me be fully honest, Sextus: my sister is not a swordswoman. She loves to wear big boots and wave a sword around, and she looks wonderful doing it, but her actual competence … well, put it this way: she’d lose to Magnus Quinn.

PALAMEDES Magnus Quinn was a cavalier primary.

IANTHE No, I mean Magnus Quinn now.

There's...a lot...to unpack here: the comparison of Corona to the husband-cavalier is intriguing in and of itself on a psychosexual level, as is the contradiction between Ianthe and Corona's own versions of Corona's competence. But Palamedes' response is also interesting, suggesting that Magnus was up to an acceptable standard for a cavalier, which Ianthe's joking response seems to back up.

So Babs' rudeness towards Magnus and Jean may have a lot to do with the internal dynamics of his own necromancer-cavalier relationship and not necessarily be an accurate reflection of Magnus' abilities.

Likewise, Judith's comment in the Cohort Intelligence Files that the Fifth is 'undoubtedly chagrined" to have "schoolboy fighter" Magnus representing them had to be read against the fact that we know from the Sermon on Necromancers and Cavaliers by Second House stooge M. Bias that the Cohort has a very low opinion of unranked "social cavaliers". And Judith Deuteros may have her own reasons for being disdainful of a cavalier who is so...cavalier...about his intimate relationship with his adept.

Magnus' own self-deprecating comment on his ability is:

"I didn’t get to be cavalier primary due to being the best with a rapier. I’m cavalier primary only because my adept is also my wife. I suppose you could say that I—ha, ha—cavalier primarried!”

But again, there's a difference between becoming cavalier primary because you're the best sword fighter and getting up to a vaguely competent level once you've become cavalier primary (guys in their 30s with high powered jobs tend to be scarily into their hobbies...) He is definitely the worst cavalier there (or would be, if Pro were actually alive), but on a general standard he probably isn't as terrible as people like to joke.

Another important bit of context here is that all of his comments about his own ability occur in the context of Corona trying to get him to fight Gideon. The shy, silent 18 year old from the cult planet whose practice of cavaliership is generally acknowledged to mostly consist of carrying buckets of bones.

She gets paired with Magnus because they assume she's not going to be much of a fighter and Magnus - neither a professional duelist nor a soldier - would therefore be the fairest opponent. Magnus is clearly uncomfortable. And Gideon is certainly Intimidating. But when you consider that most of his previous interactions with her have been trying to coax her out of her shell and clearly feeling rather sorry for her, his comments take on a bit of a different tone.

Does Magnus worry Corona has dragged along this poor kid out of interest or curiosity, and that she's going to be humiliated and never want to interact with them again? As Corona says “Come—Gideon the Ninth, right?—why don’t you try Sir Magnus instead? Don’t believe him when he says he’s rubbish. The Fifth House is meant to turn out very fine cavaliers," Magnus is politely dissembling, telling exactly the sort of jokes that would appeal to a teenager.

As everyone else mocks or is intrigued by Gideon's knuckle-knives, Magnus is trying to look her in the eye through her sunglasses, bewildered that she doesn't know to take off her robes or glasses to fight and then...suddenly realising that she is dead serious and perhaps he has dramatically underestimated her.

After his defeat, we hear him saying to Jean "I'm not quite that out of form, am I?". Gideon's abilities were totally unexpected: she severely tests a top duelist like Babs, and Magnus is surprised to be beaten in three moves. That suggests he's been holding his own rather more comprehensively in previous sparring.

And while he certainly wasn't up to Gideon's standard, he may have managed to draw his sword before Cytherea took him out...

[heretyc]

Outlast - Val Headcanons [REMADE]

I reread the last one I made and it wasn't as bad as I thought, but I just thought I'd rewrite it now that I think my writing has gotten somewhat better 😬🙏 Val uses they/them and is any gender you want, albeit in the NSFW section, they have a penis. Hollllaaaa!

I tried to make this as detailed as humanly possible. I took some inspo from my Val bot who is scarily accurate...huh. A lot of these HC's, I got from talking with my Val bot :)

Once again you take the place of Blake. He should really thank me, I'm saving his ass 🤨 There is also no sexual assault from Knoth or a pregnancy. I wouldn't put you through that 😭

CW: ...This is Val. Every CW applies here rofl!! I tried to be a little more "in depth" with their personality but they are hella bare outside of being murderous, rapey and culty. Forgive me. :(

There is, obviously, a NSFW section. Trying to become more comfortable with NSFW so I can write the good shit.

How You Met

🖤 This place smelled awful. Decay and summer heat was just an awful combination; your nose stuffed itself to save you the trouble of gagging and vomiting everywhere you went.

🖤 Your helicopter had crashed, and you found yourself lucky that you didn't fall off of the cliff edge that you passed out on. Your pilot, however...was not as lucky. Gutted like a fish and eyes empty, he was not shown mercy. And you feared the person who did this.

🖤 Everyone here was crazy. They pointed at you like you were one with the undead, and they ran. Where? You didn't know. The only one brave enough to chase you was a tall woman, dragging a cross behind her and muttering passages from the holy testament. Gothic and smelling sweet despite looking sour, she scared the shit out of you.

🖤 You had been chased to a church, only for a bloated priest to touch you like a lover. Fingers fat and breath bitter, he disgusted you to the highest degree. So you kicked him and ran.

🖤 Only seconds later after jumping from a window did you hear his voice over the loudspeaker, "Kill the outsider and crush their head underneath your boot heels!"

🖤 Your lungs burned and you tasted blood, but you had to run. You would die if you didn't. And lo and behold, you were captured by Sullivan Knoth's obsessed horde.

🖤 Dirty and smelling of grime, they held you down and muttered some nonsense, but only seconds later were you rescued...or were you?

🖤 You thought you were dreaming, but several men coated in clay and sticks rushed out of the dark and shoved knives into the heads and bodies of the people holding you down.

🖤 You thought they were your saviours...only for one to take the place of the people holding you down previously. He stared at you despite his eyes being coated, and he clicked his teeth.

🖤 Moments later, a blonde walks out of the darkness, shoving their thumbs into the eyes of the remaining man, and his screams of terror invaded the air. The blonde hadn't batted an eye or even blinked, as if they were used to this.

"I watched my father fuck your God to death."

How vulgar. The voice was calm and almost quiet, but full of resentment.

🖤 Looking at them, they choked the man as they bent down, and as he breathed his last breaths, laboured, the blonde licked him like a lollipop. Like this was a game to them.

"Hush now...I want to share my love with the newcomer."

Was that you??? Oh no.

🖤 Chuckling to themselves, they rose up from the dirt, their long legs gliding them over to you, and the man above who chittered his teeth made an eager noise as they did so, their white eyes stuck onto yours.

🖤 "God doesn't love you. Not like I do."

🖤 They flawlessly straddled your waist, boots and strong thighs and calves tightening themselves around you much like a snake would do to their prey, and seconds after getting comfortable, they rushed down to your face with their tongue out.

🖤 Slimy and warm, their saliva trails down your cheek, and they pulled away with a moan before they went back down and repeated the action. This was...weird. Really fucking weird.

🖤 "Yes, my love?" They looked away from you to face the mud-coated freaks, and while they didn't speak, the person above you replied like they were having a full-on conversation. And while they were, you took a good look at them.

🖤 Blonde, obviously. The first thing you noticed about them. Gold like an angel's halo, but they were no angel. Their eyes were a shocking white with some blue within them. A beauty mark sat above their lip, and their face had looked sculpted. Flawless, even. Their cassock - you learned the name due to late night curiosity - seemed to be a dark yet dull blue, and around their neck, waist and wrist were rosaries. They seemed to have an obsession with the accessory, you think.

🖤 "I think I'll see you again." They purred, caressing your cheek before getting up to walk away, their group following. They fade into the darkness, and all you hear next is the dead silence. What the FUCK?

🖤 You're likely thinking, "why would Val leave us here??" Well. I have an explanation.

Val WANTS people to experience the idiocy that is Knoth's ideology. Run into people who share it, and you will find yourself facepalming and having to dodge machetes. They want to prove that Knoth sucks, and they WILL make you go through Hell just to prove a point, so you'll have no choice but to join them or die. Simple as. They like to think they're a safe haven.

The Journey

🖤 You suffered. A lot. Knoth's people were fucked up, and the man himself was worse. You had enough.

🖤 It took you hours to travel to the mines. You weren't going because you liked the way that the blonde had made you feel - Val, their name was - but because it was the only way out. How fun.

🖤 Heretics were eager to see you there! Because they closed every door behind you to lock you in. And they knew that they scared you, so they'd "trail" behind you and play around the barrels and varied floors of the top floor just to push you into their grasp.

🖤 It rained blood. And you heard whispers. Despite all of that, you felt at ease. Whether it was because you knew you were almost out, or because you were going to die...you didn't know. You just accepted either outcome. You were going to be free regardless of what happened.

🖤 The elevator you were forced into was very, very...well. It was an experience. A deadly one, actually! Because you had to get on your stomach to survive the fall to 800 feet below the surface.

EIGHT. HUNDRED. FEET.

🖤 The mines were...decorated quite nicely! If you're...a fan of burned corpses and torches! Also, skeletons boning. Get it? Huh? Huh? Sorry.

🖤 It smells...weird down here. Not bad, but...moist, and somewhat...smoky??? To be expected...blegh.

🖤 As usual, Heretics corner you and force you deeper into the moist caverns. Gross.

🖤 Everything down here is a hazard. But for some reason, you're still alive.

🖤 You finally drop down into some shallow water, only for the event from earlier to repeat. This time, the Heretics were women. Their voices were so...calming and soft.

🖤 Once more, Val comes out of the darkness, carrying a torch, and lacking their cassock and rosaries. This time, they look truly feral. Hair somewhat mussed and yet still so pristine, eyes wide and body coated in mud. Fake breasts sit upon their chest and a bulge of mud sits on their bottom half. Nude and yet not. Much like Eve when she wore those leaves after she ate the forbidden fruit, I suppose.

🖤 They were breathless, and you figured they were in a constant state of horniness. They always sounded breathy, like they wanted to shove their tongue down your throat.

🖤 Much like before, they caress your face, clay leaving their skin to attach to your cheek.

🖤 "We are creatures of appetite...I want to feel your hunger. I want to see your true face."

🖤 Well. Shit.

🖤 After that, you're stuck in the mines. You don't know how long you've been down there, but...Val, honestly, isn't that bad when you forget the orgies...and the murder...yeahhhhh.

General

🖤 Val would be the doting kind of lover with a hint of sarcasm. With everything that Val has been through, I like to think they've taken a humorous approach to things. They definitely roll their eyes when presented with Knoth's gospel pages.

🖤 Val despises stupidity, y'all. Leave the mines [and their love :(] if you want, but if you want to die by Marta's hand, so be it. Don't be stupid. That's all that they ask. Just don't be an idiot and you'll be fine.

🖤 Val has two modes. Feral, and calm. Calm in the streets, feral in the sheets, and the mines. Outside, they wear their cassock and their iconic rosaries and roam around with their Heretics, spreading their beliefs - LOVE SET US FREE - and shoving their thumbs into the non-believers.

Outside, they love PDA and will always keep you close. Making out is a common activity. They're almost somewhat elegant, in a way? Despite their cassock being all ripped and tattered, they look flawless.

Inside of the mines? Lord have mercy, Val loses all sense of "elegance" and become an animal. Teeth clashing, tongues wrestling, and genitals bumping into each other. Romance, am I right?

🖤 Loves the heat and finds it "hot". Because why wouldn't they. They are used to it, and will find it cute if you can't handle it. Definitely will offer to help you cool off with some swimming.

🖤 They love lazing in water. Pond, lake, whatever the depth, they will chill in it. They love to use it as an excuse to feel themselves up. Skinny dipping is common, as their territory has a river in it.

As a result, you often swim with them. They are an amazing swimmer. There's also some water inside of the mines, but it's only used on lazy days where none of you feel like going anywhere.

🖤 They also enjoy helping you "bathe". You are not bathing. You try, but they don't let you. Are you surprised?

There isn't any soap, so stagnant water will have to do. Better than nothing.

🖤 They coat themselves with mud and clay all the time. As a result, their skin is really soft. Of course, they coat you in it, too. You match. And your skin is really smooth after doing so for about a week.

🖤 Val is actually quite fond of preening. They will help you with your hair, your skin...whatever else. They'll brush your hair, style it, massage your scalp. The works.

🖤 They enjoy taking a break every once in a while. Watching the stars, talking to each other as you cuddle, or even sleeping beside one another are some of their favoured moments.

🖤 They have "mom' energy. They WILL lick their finger and wipe your face with said finger if there's something on it.

🖤 They barely go out during the day, because it is much easier to see their Heretics in the sunlight, and they can't risk Knoth or his guard dog seeing them. Night time is their favourite. The night is quiet, it's dark, and the only noises are crickets, the water outside, and moans from you. :)

🖤 You ask a lot of questions. Obviously. Like how did this feud start? Why be nude? Why is this place so...fucked up? Why lick people??

They answer every question with a chuckle, because they find your anger about this whole situation to be funny.

🖤 They love cat and mouse. If you run, they WILL catch you. They love playing games.

🖤 They enjoy physical affection more than verbal. They'd much rather hug you, or lick you, or stroke your skin. They tell you they love you of course, but physical affection is their love language.

🖤 They love your fear. They love the control of having you squirm underneath them.

🖤 They love the macabre things in life. They find beauty in body parts, bones, and shit that would freak a normal person out. Gifts from them would include arms, bones, a heart...just don't be shocked when you're randomly given someone's heart, okay??

They're quite crafty, too. So necklaces made of bone are common. A bone knife is given to you so you can defend yourself if need be, assuming you leave the mines.

An Alternate Take

🖤 Right! Leaving the mines! I've had this "idea" in my head for weeks.

So let's assume you've crashed, Knoth was creepy, you left, Val licked your face, yadda yadda yadda. Well...what if you DIDN'T try to leave Temple Gate? What if you wanted revenge?

Val had liked this. A lot. "I think I'll see you again" was right. They DID see you again. Time and time again, you were seen fighting off Knoth's people, stealing, and ruining Knoth's days. It was quite funny to witness.

🖤 Val, of course, writes you a note - with their iconic red ink - telling you to come to the mines; they have a special offer for you.

🖤 And there Val is. Outside of their mines, in their iconic cassock. With a raised brow and a suggestive smile, they cut right to the chase.

Help them bring Knoth to his knees.

🖤 You want that, sure. But with narrowed eyes, you question what this "alliance" entails. Will you be stabbed? Used as a fleshlight? What is their GOAL here?

But they assure you that no stabbing will commence unless it's a Knoth apologist. And they seemed to want to get to know you a bit more...personally.

Inside and out.

🖤 The mines and the overall area was now yours to explore, and they were more than kind to offer you their bed so that you can sleep properly. With them, of course. You're shown every shortcut, every tunnel, and Val holds your hand during the duration.

After a week, you become lovers. Well...YOU think so, anyway. Val treated and saw you like a lover the moment you accepted their proposal. You finally felt comfortable calling them your lover after a week.

🖤 Val is a very doting kind of lover. Physical affection, verbal affection and acts of service are their love languages. Very often are you swarmed with kisses, or hugged to their chest.

Val is 6'3, so they are tall.

🖤 You once convinced a courier from Knoth's circle to go into town and buy you some sweets. What really happened was Val forged Knoth's writing, and you stuck the note to the courier's door. When he came back with a bag full of sweet stuff, you knocked him out and ran with the goods.

Chocolate, lollipops, and some small cakes were devoured by you and Val as you sat on the outside of the mines on a blanket. They moaned after every bite, and they told you that they haven't had sweet stuff in awhile, except for you. Knoth hated letting people eat sweets, claiming it'd lead to "gluttony".

They are also really suggestive with lollipops, and they suggest the both of you lick one together. You know where I'm going with this. They love cherry cheesecake lollipops the most.

You also asked for some Pocky to play the Pocky game with Val, and after being informed of how to play, Val was more than eager! They deepthroated the whole thing and rushed to make out with you. Why they didn't choke, you don't know. [You DO know, you're just polite.]

🖤 Medical care does not exist in this town. No surgeons, no nurses, no doctors. Just Nurse Val. They aren't a real nurse, but they're as good as you're gonna get.

Because you're often out and about, Val is like your sweet lil' housewife waiting at home for you when they aren't doing their own thing with their Heretics. If you come back with any injury, they rush to ease your pain.

You'll sit on your shared bed, and Val will rummage through their medkit, grabbing "saline" [boiled water] in a small bottle held shut by a cork, and some bandaging. If it requires stitches, they'll use sap from trees and glue your wound shut to the best of their ability.

They love it when you injure your legs. Not because they like it when you're in pain, but because they love an excuse to sit you down and cuddle with you. They'll even carry you. Where the hell did their strength come from? You don't know.

🖤 Illness is not...REALLY common down there? Except for the obvious syphilis, heat sickness, and overall sickness from smelling decay all the time. If you have a strong immune system, you're fine.

But sometimes you'll come down with a cold, or a flu, in the colder months. And Val is more than eager to care for you, tending to you all the time. They love the excuse to lay with you and kiss your forehead. "To check your temperature", they say. Clearly.

🖤 They 100% celebrate Holidays, but in their own way. Halloween is their favourite; the Heretics go out in style every Halloween! They make their own costumes. Val goes as a vampire, and they make you your own costume so you can match.

Christmas is different. They'll use a tree, sure, but the ornaments are made of bone, and the top of the tree holds the "antichrist"; a baby doll with horns on it.

They gift you many things! Like themselves in the nude, wrapped in a ribbon. Best gift of all, no?

🖤 When you're not out and about, and you're with them, they love to coat you in mud and use it as an excuse to bond with you. Smothering in it as they lovingly ask about your day or your future plans makes them happy.

🖤 As expected, Knoth and Marta hate you. So you have to be cautious.

And because you hate them back, you're a sneaky little shit, so you spy on them whenever possible, and you were able to stop Marta's surprise ambush. The Heretics showed their appreciation, alright ;)

🖤 Life gets hectic, so you sometimes sit above the mines and watch the blood moon as blood rain pelts onto you. It's calming. You're not really alone, seeing as there's Heretics everywhere, but they're quiet and do their own thing, so you are somewhat alone.

🖤 As expected, during Marta's failed ambush, she gets taken hostage. You don't see Val for a while after. You, of course, question where they are, and the Heretics don't really say anything. They keep you busy and keep you far away from a certain part of the mines.

You feel dejected. Why wouldn't you? Val was so dedicated to you. It was to be expected, Marta and Val had history. Enemies to lovers. :(

So you'd spend your time away from the mines. You become self-aware, actually! Why ARE you sad about this?

Were you used?

Probably.

So you stay away. You barely go near the mines anymore. You now just deal with everything yourself.

Until one night, you were planning to plunder some supplies yet again, only for a bloody and muddy Val to waltz through the doors of your new abode - in the middle of a cornfield, by the way - and they looked...drunk? Happy drunk.

Marta was dead, and now it was time for Knoth.

🖤 When Knoth was killed, it was expected of Val to take the throne, and you accepted that your alliance was over with.

Just let you leave alive, and you'll never come here again.

But what surprised you is there was a throne right next to theirs. Made of sticks, mud and bone.

With your name on it.

NSFW [Under the cut cause lolz]

🖤 Val is decently sized. 6 inches.

🖤 They're a switch. They will 100% dom you and hold you down as they thrust into you, but they also love when you take the reins and ride them till sundown. Or...sunup. Either one.

🖤 Orgies are very common. Is it Tuesday? Orgy. You stole something from Knoth? Orgy. Is it rainy outside? Oh, what a shame. Orgy.

At first, Val guides you and has fun with you. Other Heretics join in eventually, but Val gets possessive after awhile.

🖤 Val loves giving and receiving oral. With a tongue like theirs? Why WOULDN'T they use it to their advantage?

To get them going, their cockhead is the most sensitive. Deepthroating makes them go feral. They find risky sex to be the MOST erotic thing. Hearing you heave for breath as they rip your head off of their dick is the hottest noise to them.

In terms of giving, they take their time at first. They want to know what makes you tic. They listen for any changes in your breathing, or for any noises that indicates pleasure.

And once they locate your sweet spot, they'll attack it with fingers and their tongue. They love your taste.

🖤 Sex, to them, is not only out of love but how they express themselves. Sex is alternatively a way to be feral. It's vulnerable and just...is everything to them.

Some days, when they're feral and needing to get their energy out, they love the mating press and doggy style. Fast and rough.

Other days, they love the lotus position. You're both close, and your heart beats alongside theirs.

🖤 They love pain as much as they love pleasure. They love to take a knife and trail it along your skin, and press down.

Tie them up. They'll be your whore for as long as you'd like.

🖤 They hate it when you're quiet. Be LOUD, baby. LOUD.

[silver-wield]

Relationship Development

Talks about Tifa

Bitches about how Cloud gave Tifa the flower she, as a peddler, forced on him for free.

Whines about fate

Wants reassurance she wasn't selfish and insulting Zack to his parents (she was)

Whining again about how nobody liked her and how "hard" her life was, knowing there's people with her who were literally tortured and had their entire homes burned by Shinra.

Tries to make him into a "ladies man" like she thinks Zack is.

What am I doing? Well, I'm pointing out how none of Aerith's convo options showcase any developing relationship between her and Cloud that isn't about her. She uses him to reassure herself when she's being a whiny bitch, but the rest of the time she's talking about others or chewing him out for imagined slights against her. Nothing between them is mutual or that positive. Even when she tries to make a prediction about his behaviour, it's wrong because he's not like Zack.

And those are the best options. The worst ones she just whines and looks disappointed he doesn't wanna indulge her the way Zack would while he gets mad at her for being a whiny flake.

There's no future being talked about between them. The only past is her complaining he gave a flower to another girl. There's nothing that says Cloud plans to have a life with this girl in the future or that he even plans to be around her in the future.

Also her convos have no link to the narrative. Her talking to Cloud about Tifa makes no difference to any scenes later. Even the choice with Zack's parents doesn't matter because Tifa appears and the cut scene covers over the choice that was made.

Plans to return to 7th heaven

Likes being in the limelight

Feels guilty he couldn't save the black cloaks

Wants to take Marlene to Gongaga and become a farmer

Wants reassurance he's doing the right thing

Wants comradeship in his hatred of Shinra

Between Barret and Cloud, there's a lot of angry "stick it to the man" convos. But there's also links between past scenes in Remake, with Barret talking about rebuilding the bar and Cloud offering to buy the first round, which shows Cloud plans to return there too. That shows Cloud's future plans involve being in Midgar at seventh heaven. And this is in Kalm he made that decision.

Later on he learns Barret really likes the limelight, even more than he probably assumed from their ordeal with the airbuster. This helps Cloud make the conclusion later that Barret wasn't behind the shooting at the GS.

We learn that in the future, after he's helped rebuild seventh heaven, Barret would like to take Marlene to a place like Gongaga and become a farmer. This shows Barret never had intentions of leaving Marlene with Cloud and Tifa permanently in otwtas.

In both Cosmo Canyon and Nibelheim Barret's looking for an ally in his hatred for Shinra. He wants someone to blame and take it out on and he wants someone to validate that. Cloud does to a degree, but he's never fully on board with hating Shinra because of his grunt status.

Cloud gets to know Barret. They share things in common, although they also have different views on certain things. Cloud's in agreement over returning to Midgar to rebuild the bar. This is his future plan. He's going home with Tifa once this is all over and will rebuild the bar with her.

Tifa's fishing for how much Cloud remembers. He recalls what dress she wore during the promise

Tifa's still fishing for info out of concern. Cloud promises they'll talk when they find time.

Tifa's weighed down by doubt and worry. Cloud reassures her.

Tifa offers to cook Claudia's pot roast recipe if Cloud remembers it.

Tifa's worried what people think. Cloud reassures her.

Tifa admits she was weary of avalanche's activities and didn't know what to do.

After Cloud's scarily accurate/inaccurate recollection of the Nibelheim incident, as well as their argument about whether she's real or not, the next morning she's on a mission to see what Cloud remembers. She asks him a few times about things he should know, and he always has the right answer, which shows he's the person she thinks he is.

Tifa's a worrier by nature, and she shares this with Cloud, who reassures her things will be fine. They talk about the bar and he says he'll be there to have a drink she makes for him. Again, this shows his plans are to return to the bar with Tifa.

We get a glimpse into how Tifa was tired of avalanche's activities, but didn't know what to do. Those people are her friends, and she's not the most confrontational of people, so she felt trapped until Cloud came along to help her. This is a link back to Remake and a hint about their promise.

Cloud and Tifa's relationship development has several links to their shared past, and the promise between them. We see some of Tifa's insecurities, as well as Cloud's decision about his future.

The difference between the convos with Tifa, and even Barret, is that we see Cloud's plans for the future. What he wants to do once they've defeated Sephiroth and they can go home.

His home is with Tifa in sector 7.

At no point in any convos with Aerith do we see any plans for the future with her. There's also no links to a past together that don't result in one or the other getting annoyed.

Meanwhile, even with Barret, Cloud says he'll go home and buy the first round of drinks, and he repeats this to Tifa later.

The relationship development conversations aren't just about getting points for a date or showing us insight into the rest of the characters. They also show us what Cloud's like, what his intentions are, who his past connections are with and why one girl gets a kiss while the other gets called nakama.

[feral-queercore-punk]

Okay, so, forgive me if this is basic info because im new to the sally face fandom but... you know how larry SWORE that charley killed mrs sanderson? What if the cult sent one of their copies to kill her and then instructed the clone to place the pony in charley's apartment?? So that explains how charley is innocent but larry still thought he did it, and pins the murder on a non-cultist so they can stay underground while still getting rid of mrs sanderson.

Still doesnt explain why charley's mugshot looked different... actually... wait no it does. I think todd said the copies were initially bad but slowly improved to a scarily accurate degree, so it makes sense that the copy would only match charley's body type rather than his facial features. Plus since he would have been disguised during the murder, larry would have thought big guy + ponies = charley.

Hmmm. I'm still not sure though, because then why would the cult realise information that charley was innocent? Maybe they realeased/fabricated some in order to make sal look bad before his murder trial, so the public would think he's just a sick and twisted maniac trying to make people suffer. That could be a good theory tbh.

Lemme know what you guys think. Sorry it's so ramble-y, I never do theories so this probably a bit shit lol

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I was reading abt ur stuff for kisaki and his character and I really like it! Tbh the song "Don't you want me baby?" By The Human League kinda reminds me of his dynamic w Hina. Especially the lyrics "You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me // It's much too late to find // You think you've changed your mind // You'd better change it back, or we will both be sorry"

Thank you sm! Getting compliments on any of my Kisaki content is the highest form of flattery! 😍

Those lyrics do fit their dynamic… wow. To a scarily accurate degree, even. 0_0

[brionysea]

jonathan not knowing how to do his tie because his dad is useless (invisible) being contrasted against ted (also useless but acknowledging his son's existence for once) showing mike how to do it BUT AT THE SAME TIME it's about mike literally feeling choked by the horrors of standard nuclear family conformity that the wheelers swear by (like how robin couldn't breathe in nancy's clothes) while jonathan is free from that and so enlightened that he can call nancy out on upholding the aforementioned nuclear family conformity hell to a scarily accurate degree. the layers. they're like onions

[lovebites-if]

can you spare a crumb about Val, oh wonderful author?

Heyy ofc! Might repeat some things because there's a lot of new people here^^

Val is an example and an exception. It's very rare for supernaturals to get to higher education, and they've done it twice!

They have two degrees, one in Law and another one in History, which is their true passion.

Their memory is scarily accurate.

A specifically sought them out for the project for vampire representation.

Val lives with their three vampire roommates (ala What We Do in the Shadows). All of them are known for being quite troublemakers. When Val was a lawyer, their main task was bailing all three of them out.

Though they tend to be traditional and stick to the rules, Val does feed on humans often (even though it's prohibited).

They've never been in love!

Because of their size and style, many people around the office call them the ‘Goth Baby’.

Val doesn't have many friends lol they're a bit eccentric. A bit of an acquired taste^^

No one knows who Val was before they turned. They refuse to tell, and there are no records that mention them as a human.

[joesalw]

that meatcanyon youtube parody video is artfully a caricature and exaggeration of reality, but it's also quite scarily accurate at this point...

I've seen crazy kpop stans, but I've never seen anything to this degree...this is topnotch.

Really the most powerful person to have ever walked the modern century.

It’s the most accurate representation of the cult for sure and their responses under that video makes it even creepier. I don't know if I'd call it powerful or straight up evil

[chaoticjoke]

honest opinion, and heeeere weeee go: your portrayal of the joker is scarily accurate (this is a compliment of the highest degree) from little actions to dialogue to how you describe scenes is breathtakingly spot on. christopher nolan is shaking in his boots, applauding from a distance. as am i. every one of your interactions is so interesting to read, the joker is PERFECT in each one no matter the scenario. your aesthetic reblogs, about reblogs, your graphics - everything is so on point. i will never be able to find the words to describe how well you bring him to life in your replies, it is truly a work of art and is terrifying (in the best way) you're a joy on the dash, with every post. i live for your portrayal of this madman, its like every reblog is the dark knight 2.0, and thats amazing because we didnt get to see enough of heath unfortunately. but honestly you make up for that, so thank you.

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

um...anon? i have a question.

do you mind if i print this and hang it on my wall? so i can reread it whenever i have second thoughts about my writing?

the way my jaw dropped when i saw this in my inbox, i never expected to read something like this about my humble blog :D i'm actually terrible at replying to compliments of such degree and this one has rendered me completely speechless... all what i'm going to say is that my love for this character has no limits and being on here after all these years still brings me great joy and happiness.

i'm so glad you take interest in my writing and enjoy my portrayal, my main goal is to be as close to what we've seen in the movie as possible and not water him down.

thank you for such an inspiring message and thank you for making my day.

[lam-ila]

hi hi! here's a collection of all the tag games i've been tagged in during the month of Ramadan

i'm not gonna tag anyone to continue them but if you see any that you wanna do, consider yourself tagged

as always, thank you to everyone for tagging me!

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tagged by @pwhl-mybeloved here

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play

Maan Meri Jaan by King feat. Nick Jonas

Why Won’t You Love Me by 5 Seconds of Summer

Rock N Roll McDonalds by Wesley Willis

Overcompensate by twenty one pilots

Heathens / Trees - Livestream Version by twenty one pilots

The 30th by Billie Eilish

Kill My Time by 5 Seconds of Summer

The End. by My Chemical Romance

I Didn’t Change My Number by Billie Eilish

Far Too Young to Die by Panic! at the Disco

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putting the rest under the cut bc i'm not gonna be mean and take up that much space on your dash

tagged by @frostysfrenzy here

last song: Implicit Demand for Proof by twenty one pilots

favourite colour: green!

last show/movie: Grey’s Anatomy and Station 19 (back to back which is why i included both)

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet

relationship status: single

last thing i googled: women’s baggy jeans (i need new jeans. mine are literally falling apart)

current obsession: unis to go to for masters degrees (i am no where near the time to apply for masters)

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tagged by @jackhues here, @donttelltheelff here, @lifeofpriya here, and @jimmystrudel here

last song i listened to: Implicit Demand for Proof by twenty one pilots

currently watching: lots of sports

currently obsessed with: f1 (thank you mel, kesh, and my cousin for kickstarting this obsession)

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tagged by @jimmystrudel here

player that got me into hockey: carey price (i miss him sm)

player you like because of their narrative: arber xhekaj. the dude goes undrafted, worked at costco but skipped his shifts to play hockey, signs with the habs (his favourite team) and is an immediate fan favourite, his brother gets drafted to the habs, he gets sent down to laval, comes back up to the habs and is doing absolutely amazing

goalie/forward/defensemen: i love me some goalies. idk if this is because price was my fist favourite player or because i'm a goalie for soccer (honestly it's probably both) but i absolutely love goalies

player i would let meet my parents: nazem kadri. i mean, he's muslim, my family and i are muslim, so it's an obvious answer

current favourite team: has been and will always be the habs. sens are second bc i used to live in ottawa, and canucks and red wings are sneaking their way up there

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tagged by @donttelltheelff here and @introvertedperson16 here

post five song you’ve been enjoying recently!

Overcompensate by twenty one pilots

Next Semester by twenty one pilots

Cottontail by Nep

Homesick by Noah Kahan

east side by Lyn Lapid

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tagged by @2manytabsopen here

this fun lil game

yea this is scarily accurate

[mcytau-prompts]

Grian is a mockingbird and has a habit of sounding like other hermits to a scarily accurate degree

[dalekaiken]

👻, ❤️, 💛 and 💘 for the ask game?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon? - I have lots of headcanons, but I don't know which would be the wildest one fdhkgfkghkdlg... Probably something about Shadow's alien biology, but I don't want to say too much bc it would be spoilers for my fic DNA Collision. But you know, that fic is about mutation and all that stuff, so that gives you some hints >:3c

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? - Auuugh I can't choose just one... Here are some I personally like:

“Can you guys stop saying the prophecy like it’s some sort of general knowledge?” - Sonic, chapter 1 of Prophecy of Chaos

“Hybrid stuff, huh? Maybe it’s some sort of weird alien puberty?” - Sonic, chapter 1 of DNA Collision

[“The idiosyncrasies of Sonic’s speech and mannerisms are present in your behavior to a scarily accurate degree.”] “Hey! Who are you calling an idiot?” - Sonic, chapter 3 of Impactful Skip

“It’s easy for them to see you as an oppressor because you’re from the Eggman Legion, even though you are in fact a victim of it.” - Uncle Chuck, chapter 3 of Prophecy of Chaos

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing? - Writing is a process, your text doesn't immediately have to perfect. With your first draft, it's more important to just get whatever you want to say out and on the paper than to think whether it's good or not. You can always come back later and edit, add, and remove things. And if you're stuck with what you're writing, sometimes the best solution is to let it rest overnight and come back to it later. I usually let my writings rest one night before posting them, whether it's a fic or an academic paper. Also, it's good to have a proofreader/beta reader, because they'll notice things you don't, and ask questions you never even thought about.

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff? - I'd say angst, especially with Sonic characters. They've all gone through so much and they're so young, so it's easy to imagine them breaking at some point, you know? And especially with characters like Shadow and Sonic, who don't like being vulnerable with others. But fluff is also very rewarding to write after all the angst...

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

[jayne-hecate-writer]

A trip out on the motorcycle

Being a disabled person can be boring, really really boring! There are days when I really want to do things, just like I used to do in the past, but my activity levels are directly related to how warm and sunny the day is. If the day is cold and damp, my body refuses to comply and I end up stuck at home, often pumped full of pain killers and barely able to move. On a nice warm day, my joints are a lot less painful and I can do things, although I must be clear here, not to the levels that I previously did. I won't be climbing any mountains anymore.

I have made peace with losing my mobility and to some degree my ability to participate in the rest of my life. So on good days when I can move, I embrace the day and live my best life. Such a day happened last Wednesday, when the weather was just warm enough and my pain levels were just low enough, Carol arranged to meet up with her daughter and daughter in law and then go on a adventure. An adventure that involved riding our motorcycles. For me, I had some trepidation, but I made it, albeit I was exhausted at the end of the day and I could barely walk from the garage to the flat afterwards, despite spending the day sitting down!

We met up in a service station car park and then headed out into the countryside to head towards a small set of locks that have a dock on the banks of the river Severn. We pottered around the dock for a little while, enjoyed the sights, admired the steep drops and tried not to be silly when stood on the edge of the scarily deep canal.

Bored of the docks, or to be more accurate, I ran out of ability to walk, we got back on the bikes and set off to find some dinner. Sitting together to break bread and just be a family was a moment that has changed how I see my world. I don't know when I became old, I certainly don't feel old, but being sat with two young women still in their twenties, right next to a group of international students who had also entered the restaurant at the same time, I felt the weight of my years upon me and yet I was not sad.

I feel blessed to have the family I have. When I made peace with disability, I made peace with myself and with the world around me. I have new hopes and I want to have new adventures, who knows where we are going to go in the future, but one day I really will be old and as I have recently been informed, Alice is going to choose which old folks home I end up in!

Carol filmed the video, with cameras on her her bike and mine. This is the video of our trip.