#we are all sons of cosmos

[lonleyhumanbeing]

Random Mechanisms moments I love:

I refuse to listen to DotM so this is incomplete, and terribly formatted.

"Wasn't it the aristocratic one with all the knives?" "Ah yes, the Marquis de AlltheKnives,"

Ashes has a lot of gold on board, 'for tax purposes'.

Jonny "I got a prescription of 1/2 an ounce of lead to be injected directly into the brain. AND IT WASN'T A PRESCRIPTION FOR ME!" *bang* d'Ville.

The first time we canonically meet Jonny he commits patricide, murder, and arson.

The card taps in One Eyed Jack scratch my brain so well.

The fact that Oedipus is called a motherfucker. Multiple times.

Guinevere's verse in Blood and Whisky being faster, because she is the fastest draw.

Seriously I’ve listened to the song 50+ times and I still get so happy thinking about the faster tempo.

“We’re not pure of heart but we’re sure of aim,”. These three I swear.

All the Suits turning up in pinstripes.

The entirety of Gunpowder Tim vs. the Moon Kaiser. It's getting its own post, and I have listened to it 27 times since 12/03. That's 270 minutes, or 4.5 hours.

The dwarf Dopey just being General Tuco DOPED up on drugs.

The Toy Solider.

The fact that, even for a moment, love won in the end of High Noon Over Camelot.

How creepy Holder of the Grail is.

The Riddle of the Sphinx’s answer is man. The riddle of the sphinx virus was also man, taking the life force for themselves.

10 caliber= X-caliber= Excalibur.

The sellguns on Fort Galfridian are the same as freelances in medieval times.

Baldur was killed by Missle Two.

“Any window with a hammer can be an emergency exit”

Tim and Brian during the tea party in Alice.

The entirety of Alice, actually. I feel like it’s a hidden gem.

Lost in the Cosmos :(

In Drunk Space Pirate, Jonny calling himself first mate is the best way to show his character growth.

Ivy died in a library fire. Her last name is Alexandria. As in the Library of Alexandria. Which burned down.

Marius “mom says hi” von Raum in the UDAD live version of Favored Son.

Orpheus being called a borderline child in UDAD live show, but in the fiction he’s like 27.

Jonny playing the drums in the UDAD live show during Sirens. Very flamboyantly/pissily

Actea and Lyssa. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it discussed but it is one of my favorites. The vocals are so so good. And the fact that Actea thought that they were both running from the Hunter, only for Lyssa to be the thing she should have been running from.

The bass line in Cinder’s Song? So good.

Once you start to notice Ivy’s music in the back you can’t stop listening. I feel like it really pulls everything together.

“Also he fought a bear…” in Hereward the Wake. Such a random line and I love it.

All of Odin’s vocals in TBI. They really said “just do whatever.” And I’m thinking specifically of Odin and Ragnarok 2.

Seriously have you tried hitting the high notes in Ragnarok 2? Impossible.

How the hell did Brian get his prophetic powers? Both as the Hanged Man Merlin and in the City.

All of the live whistling is so impressive.

I just realized that Ulysses has their own motif in UDAD. It’s the piano from My Name is No-one and also repeats in ‘Olympians’ and Torn Suits at least.

I know it’s been mentioned but Lost in the Cosmos’ melody in the background of ‘The Tower’ is such a good foreshadowing moment.

Prometheus was punished for giving the people of Ilium a FIREwall. It’s so good it loops around to being bad.

The church bells in Gunfight at Dolores Guard signifying that it’s noon.

In the DTTM records by of Hellfire Jonny pauses right before ‘flock’. To gain control of the crowd, like a preacher would.

The Mechanisms are hated in-universe. So much. You can’t tell me that Lyf was the first Inspector to have to talk to them. The others probably all quit.

[cubbihue]

¿como fue todo el proceso del pensamiento de "si, queremos que Timmy sea nuestro hijo y lo queremos ahora"? ¿ellos simplemente se lo llevaron o le dijeron a Timmy que los cuatro irían al mundo mágico prometiendo explicar después? ¿siquiera se lo dijeron a Peri? ¿como reaccionaron lod respectivos padres de Cosmo y Wanda (junto a los hermanos de estos mismos)? Me parecería algo comico si incluso hubiera algo de apuestas para ver cuanto tardarían Cosmo y Wanda en simplemente agarrar al niño y llevarlo al mundo mágico.

Nadie que no fuera un padre soportaría todas las locuras y problemas en las que se mete ese niño y seguiría con el voluntariamente y con la misma o más cantidad de amor que cuando lo conoció (todos lo sabían menos ellos)

[Due to the size, both translations are below the Readme]

It was a long and slow process! Peri was too young to understand, so he had to be told when he was older. Although Peri was never told the whole story.

Mama Cosma and Big Daddy knew it would happen eventually. They were very impatient to see their new adopted grandson.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Translated Ask:

What was the whole thought process of like "yes, we want Timmy to be our son and we want him now"? Did they just take him away or did they tell Timmy that the four of them were going to Fairyworld, promising to explain later? Did they even tell Peri? How did Cosmo and Wanda's respective parents react (along with their siblings)? I'd find it kind of funny if there was even some betting to see how long it would take Cosmo and Wanda to just grab the kid and take him to the magical world*

No one who was not a parent would endure all the craziness and problems that that child gets into and would continue with him voluntarily and with the same or more amount of love than when he met him (everyone knew it except them).

*This word might mean Fairyworld, but the direct translation is "magical world"

--

Respuesta Traducida:

¡Fue un proceso largo y lento! Peri era demasiado pequeño para entender, así que lo tuvieron que contar cuando fue mayor. Peri nunca supo toda la historia.

Mamá Cosma y Big Daddy sabían que esto sucedería tarde o temprano. Estaban muy impacientes por ver a su nuevo nieto adoptado!

[ebbpup]

posting about this au cause i like it

more about it under here

timeline time!!

(This part is also like, a headcanon for the canon timeline) so wanda and cosmo leave for vacation, its pretty soon after they stop living with timmy, so maybe when peri is 9-10. they leave him in the care of Cosmo's parents, however it can be difficult for them so other fairies (probably some of the main ones we see outside of the family) would look after him. there were lots of expectations set on him due to how powerful he was at birth and his family history so he always pushed himself to do as good as he could! He even got a scholarship into a really good school!

now, here is where the timeline diverges, while for the canon timeline, Peri keeps trying, gets into a good college/university, becomes a fairy godparents, ect. ect. but not here, when he's about 16 he's tired of all the pressure put on him, he wants out, he envies the humans and wishes he could have a life like that. so why doesn't he? he packs his stuff and leaves. he's figured out how to give himself more human proportions but he has to wear a beanie and a jacket to hide his wings and crown. he manages to find a new family (he says his bio parents are dead), goes to a normal school and starts living a normal, "human" life.

eventually he is able to move out of home and into the apartment complex along with 3 roommates (will design them soon, probably). he gets into college/university and is able to do an online course (of what? idk). his life is good! he hasn't seen anything magical in years! nobody knows where he is (they are aware he is missing in fairy world but have no idea where he could be, not even Irep [or, still Foop since he doesn't know that Peri changed his name] knows where he is)! everything is good. everything is peaceful.

he has no idea that his parents have moved in a floor below him, he only finds out once he runs into the new family in town. Peri bumps into Hazel in her family, that's where the first comic takes place. They keep bumping into him and decide to invite him over for dinner since he seems like such a nice guy and has been very welcoming, Hazel suggests that they invite Wanda and Cosmo too since they've also been very welcoming and they decide, sure why not! By this point Hazel knows that Cosmo and Wanda think that Peri might be their kid since they have told her, and she's gonna give them the opportunity to talk to him! The dinner is a nightmare for Peri, dodging every single question that could reveal his identity, they can't know that he's their son, he can't go back to fairy world! luckily Hazel's parents don't really leave so they can't ask him directly, but the questions do get close. eventually the dinner ends and he can go home.

Que his parents constantly looking for him and Peri hiding, so many occasions of them just missing him. They've probably told others in Fairy World about how they've found him, even Irep finds out (who is now pissed at the name change). So eventually not only is he hiding from his parents, but sometimes others will also try to find him because like dude you went missing as a teenager of course they are looking for you.

also, Peri needs a job and gets hired as a babysitter to look after Dev. Dev and Hazel becoming friends is a nightmare for him.

[bodyhopper-files]

After Hours at the Stadium

Mitchell stood in the dim glow of the stadium lights, his phone raised, his proud fatherly face beaming as he snapped photos. Jackson stood before him, his singlet stretched tight over thick, powerful muscles, flexing under his father’s proud gaze. His broad shoulders gleamed under the artificial lighting, the tight fabric emphasizing every inch of his defined frame.

The big college championship wrestling meet had ended hours ago. The crowd had cheered, the mats had been rolled up, and the other wrestlers had long since left. But to all outside appearances, Jackson, a 19-year-old stud jock at the peak of his athletic prime, was still here, basking in his father’s admiration.

"Now flex a little harder for me, son," Mitchell said, voice dripping with admiration.

Jackson grinned, sweat still glistening from the meet. "Gee, Dad, I don't know if I can flex any harder! My muscles are already SO big in this LITTLE singlet!"

Mitchell chuckled. "That's because you're my big, strong GROWING boy!"

Jackson swelled his chest with pride, striking pose after pose. The empty arena was theirs alone now, the crowds long gone, and Mitchell was drinking in every moment with a glimmer in his eyes, snapping shot after shot.

"Gosh, son, I am so PROUD of you."

Jackson laughed, feeding off the energy, his flexes becoming more exaggerated. "Oh, Dad, you know JUST what to say!"

And then... the illusion cracked.

Mitchell lowered the phone slightly, exchanging a look with Jackson. A knowing look. A dark look.

They weren’t Mitchell and Jackson at all.

Their names were actually Gary and Lou, two lowly stadium crew members who had been lurking in the shadows long enough to develop a deep, gnawing jealousy. The real Mitchell and Jackson had been their chosen targets this time. A father-son pair they had studied, watched, envied. And now, they were them—at least for the night.

Gary, now appearing as Mitchell, grinned as he admired his supposed “son.” Lou, now Jackson, flexed his borrowed muscles with a smug, indulgent glee. The fabric of the singlet hugged his body like a second skin, a perfect replication of the physique he had admired from afar only hours ago that same evening. It felt real—because for now, it was real.

It had all started when Gary found the device. An ancient, alien relic buried beneath the stadium grounds during routine maintenance. A simple, unremarkable stone… until he touched it. The symbols carved into its surface pulsed, their meaning seeping into his mind, a whisper from the cosmos beyond:

"Only within the boundary of its finding does the change hold. Only those who have walked its grounds may claim another’s shape. Beyond this place, the truth will reclaim its own. The transformation cannot follow where the power does not reach."

Gary had understood immediately. The transformation would only work within the stadium’s radius. They could only take the form of those who had set foot inside. And once they stepped beyond its unseen boundary, their true selves would be restored.

That last rule was their only limitation, but within these walls, they were gods.

And they had gotten good at it.

"Well, son," Gary said, the smirk of a man who knew he was getting away with something spreading across his face. "Why don't we go get some photos of you in the locker room?"

Lou—Jackson—grinned back, his borrowed, handsome jock face flushed with excitement. "I LOVE that idea, 'Dad.' I'll show you what else of mine has been growing..."

The two chuckled darkly as they made their way through the vacant hallways, reveling in the power they held. The stadium was their playground. The stolen lives their entertainment. And when the night ended, they’d slip back into their ordinary, unremarkable bodies, waiting for the next event… and their next victims.

Because jealousy wasn't enough. They wanted to be them, if only for a little while. And from the shadows and dark corners of the stadium, they always found their next prey.

Original AI illustration by @bodyhopper-files

[ddeonghwa-s]

a moment between infinity .ᐟ.ᐟ

reuniting with your soulmate in the space between one life and the next.

꒰୨୧꒱— jeon wonwoo x reader

꒰୨୧꒱— wc is approx. 2.5k.

꒰୨୧꒱— genre : themes of love, romance; angst

꒰୨୧꒱— tropes : reincarnation, reuniting after life, soulmates

꒰୨୧꒱— cw : themes of life and death, discussion of physical separation, missing life events due to death, lives cut short.

꒰୨୧꒱— tw : for discussion of dying young/living life unfilled

꒰୨୧꒱— notes : thank you lexi @heechwe for beta reading! this sounds depressing but i swear there's tons of love in there!

you see wonwoo as soon as you step out from beneath the shade of a tree you don’t remember walking under. the sun, for a fleeting moment, is overly bright. it pierces your eyes with its light, horribly brilliant and blinding. 

you don’t want to look away from wonwoo; don’t want to close your eyes for even a second. 

the pain you feel from the sunlight is immense, and before you can comprehend the desire, the most rudimentary of all wants, so much so that it’s a need, you are blinking your eyes against the cruelty of the sun. 

he’s still there when you open them. 

(he wasn’t the last time you blinked at him.)

(a moment of stillness, of a deep breath taken before plunging into freezing waters; of the last gasp for clean air before being consumed by flame; of a desperate choke for life as death swings its decisive sword.)

(you remember this.)

(and yet you don’t.)

(it’s weird, you think between the pauses of forever, between one breath and the next, how everything and nothing exists so closely intertwined.)

wonwoo smiles. it isn’t that blinding smile of pure exhilaration you so distinctly remember the twelfth time as the two of you looked down from the bow of the ocean liner, waving down at the citizens of south hampton that had come to bid the ship farewell. instead it was his soft, slowly-growing smile that took you back to the second time, to that little ger on the eurasian steppe, holding your first ever son. 

wonwoo opens his arms. 

naturally you go into them. 

the world is made up of pairs, you know, the wisdom of nothing and everything, of finity and infinity, surrounding you. north and south; up and down; sky and earth; you and wonwoo. two things, concepts, beings so closely intertwined that to force one from the other is to break the thin threads of the cosmos. 

and so, like the sky embracing the earth, you go into wonwoo’s arms. 

he’s wearing the outfit you saw him last. his auburn corduroy shirt jacket smells of gasoline still (for him the last sixty years were a mere handful of hours; for you, a lifetime. and so the scent of death still sticks to him as if no time had passed at all, despite.) and when he lifts his arms to wrap them around you, to envelope you into his body, you can see the turquoise scrunchie he had kept on his wrist for you peak out from his sleeve. 

“i’m sorry,” he says. his voice is as deep as you remember. wonwoo presses his nose into your hair. you burrow your face into him, seeking out this natural scent, trying to bypass all the smells of death. “you said we didn’t need more tape, that it’d be fine.”

“i said we didn’t need tape,” you agreed. there had been moments you felt such overwhelming anger towards wonwoo for going despite you arguing otherwise. this, between nowhere and everywhere, was void of such feelings. instead you pressed your nose deeper and deeper, hands grabbing at his shirt. 

“i wanted to make sure we could finish wrapping presents before your mother arrived,” wonwoo said. “i wanted everything to be perfect.”

they found a ring on him, after; a simple silver band and diamond. 

“i know.” 

you shifted. 

wonwoo sighs into your hair. “i’m sorry. i wish – i have a thousand wishes. a thousand wishes for a thousand lifetimes. would you ever forgive me?”

you hum. you think of a land impossibly far, of a lifetime where you sobbed as wonwoo explained he had to leave, had to fight; how easy it was for you to resume that rage once he returned from the war, missing an arm and a chunk of his ear but still breathing and smiling. 

(sometimes he didn’t return.)

(sometimes you didn’t return.)

(those times, you knew, were seldomly seen. your universes, your forevers, were large, ever-expanding tapestries sewn by the threads of your lives. more often than not, nearly always, the threads revealed a beautiful picture of life and love and contentment; of a small forever trapped within a shared lifetime.)

(seldomly did the threads show another picture.)

(you think back to that ocean liner. to how cold it was; to how he disappeared for a heavier jacket and never returned, to how you slipped and fell and were submerged in a cold unlike any other –) 

“i forgive you each and every time,” you mumble into his shir.t. “just as you do me. i don’t think we’d have as many lifetimes together if we didn’t at least like one another.”

“ew,” he says, voice still gentle despite the teasing sentiment of his words, “you like me?”

as if you hadn’t fallin in love with wonwoo for fifteen generations in a row; as if your soul hadn’t sought his; as if you didn’t press yourself into his arms with every breath between lives, trying to memorize his scent and soul before the both of you take the plunge into the next life. 

“you have to stay with me next time,” you say. you try to keep your voice from cracking; it doesn’t work. you’ve shed a million tears for a million lifetimes – fifteen, to be exact, but math isn’t the sort of thing one worries about in places like this, places where everything of the past exists and nothing of the future; where you bear the weight of fifteen lifetimes on your shoulders knowing none of it will matter. 

“you can’t leave me,” you cry into his shirt. you can feel his chest heave underneath you, can feel the earth and not-earth shift beneath the two of you as wonwoo wraps you tighter in his arms. “you can’t leave me this time. not to fight a war that isn’t yours; to get a jacket; to pick up tape. you can’t leave me alone. i can’t handle another lifetime without you.”

wonwoo’s sob is the quiet, heart-wrenching of one that bubbles out despite all attempts to quell it. you can feel his body lurch against you from the force of it. his weeping is ugly, the sounds of his gasps in your ear loud and wholy unpleasant. 

the two of you cry against one another, clutching at one another. you’ve lived more lives together than apart, have memorized the wrinkles that line the corners of his eyes the older he gets, have learned the breathing patterns of his sleep. 

but still – 

the thought of parting is one you never bear. perhaps if you were a stronger soul it would be easier; perhaps if your soul loved his less it would be easier. 

you think back to the past sixty years. and then you think of your lives from the far past. only a few had forced either of you to live without the other, but the pain of them drowns out the happiness of any other. happiness, you have learned, is a golden thing that only seems to truly glow when the moment has long past, when you look back and think ah, that was an evening well spent. 

pain, on the other hand, is brilliant and loud and sharp. it demands its victim to focus on it. and so despite the lives you and wonwoo have spent beside one another, growing to old, shriveled ages in contentment, the pain of loneliness, of the heartbreak of knowing you would lie without the other half of your small universe, of living without your moon or sk or true north, of the other half of your pair that made up the galaxies and cosmos; of knowing you would never be whole. 

that is why the two of you cry. 

“i won’t leave you,” wonwoo promises. neither of you mention how the promise is empty. he cannot and will not remember any word said in this infinite space, during this small and endless moment between infinity. 

he won’t remember the press of your body against his. he won’t remember how you’re crying against him, how he vows to you, himself, and the universe he won’t leave you stranded in a lifetime again. 

(you remember the first lifetime. you remember the tall grasses of your village, of how you and wonwoo would duck down into them to press full-mouthed kisses to one another’s skin, ignorant and naive and happy in your first life. 

you force yourself not to remember how it felt when your uncle agreed to your marriage to a village that would take nearly a year for you to travel to. how it felt to know that despite the fact your love for wonwoo was greater than any force in the cosmos the two of you still answered to those on earth.

you had promised yourself you would never leave him again. that your second lifetime and all the ones after it would be spent at his side and no one else’s.

you promise yourself this once more. 

the universe says nothing in reply.)

wonwoo leans back, sniffling. his nose is red. he raises his hands up to your face, shaking. when wonwoo kisses you it’s wet and there’s spit and snot, but you lean into it as if it were the sealing kiss of a wedding.

“tell me what you loved,” he begs. “you loved after me. tell me.”

you nod. heartbreak lasts forever, and so does love. love is not something that begins and ends with one person; it is everlasting and multifaceted, existing in the smallest, most inconsequential of things. 

“jungkookie got me a puppy,” you say, voice still wet from crying. “i told him it was too much, that i didn’t have the energy for it. he said that was what i needed.”

wonwoo grinned at the mention of his brother. he leaned forward, tucking his forehead into your neck. “what was it’s name?”

“it was a mutt,” you say, “but i remembered how much you love that movie, the fox and the hound. so i named it copper.

“it was black,” you carry on, grinning at wonwoo’s chuckles that he presses into your skin. “jungkookie said it was a lab-shepherd mix. i couldn’t tell the difference.”

“copper the black pup,” wonwoo says. “what else?”

the sun is gentle in its caresses against your flesh, the breeze sweet in its dance. you and wonwoo settle against grass, curling into one another. you can’t raise your voice too much due to the close proximity, and so each word is a tender thing. 

you tell wonwoo of the red forbidden palace jungkook’s son took you to see during a school trip and how, despite the fact you could hear cars honking, it felt as if you were transported hundreds of years into the past. 

you tell wonwoo about the little bookstore that opened up next to his father’s dentist shop. of the tall, towering bookcases; of the cats that lived within; how as soon as you stepped inside you were met with the smell of real wood. 

you tell wonwoo of a little stray kitten you found in your forties, of how you named it romeo for how clingy it was. 

(“i still say we should’ve forced that bastard to write in an acknowledgement that it was our story he was writing,” wonwoo says, tracing the curve of your cheek. “he gets far too much recognition for his genius as it is.”)

he laughs when you tell him about seeing warwick castle for the first time in this lifetime, about the feeling of having been there despite not remembering. he teases you for it with memories of your tenth lifetime, of running down stone halls with you. 

“we’ll go again,” he says. he presses his nose against yours. you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together. “we can get married there just like we did back then.”

you huff a laugh. “if it’s still there. you said that about persepolis.”

“how was i to know that damned macedonian prince would burn it to the ground,” wonwoo laughs. he grows somber, staring at you with deep brown eyes. “how much time do you think has passed?”

you shrug, thinking. time exists and it doesn’t. here, in this sunny pasture, it’s as if time doesn’t exist at all. that cannot be said for when you wake. 

either a year has passed or two hundred; this cannot be said for sure. 

you and wonwoo both were born within five years after the sinking of the titanic, of dying those horribly cold and wet deaths. you died, the two of you would later realize, thirty years before the destruction of persepolis and were reborn five hundred years later. 

and so that is how time flows. 

“well,” wonwoo says, “it’s not like it matters.”

“no?”

“as long as there’s still trees and air we’ll be okay.”

you gasp, having expected something horribly romantic. you’re not sure why you expected this. you gently shove his shoulder all the same, scolding wonwoo for his jest. 

later, though neither of you can say how much time later, you stare up at the sky. the clouds move. the sun keeps at the same position. 

“when do you think we’ll find one another?”

“you know we can’t decide that.”

“guess anyways,” you demand. 

wonwoo wiggles against the dirt. “you’ll move schools in high school,” he announces, “and i’ll be utterly bewitched by the new girl. she’ll be beautiful and sweet, and i won’t say anything at all.”

“that’s not a very good love story.”

“but then we’ll meet again,” he carries on, eyes tracing the fluffy curves of a cloud. “and i’ll be older and more confident. it’ll be at a college bar. you’ll still be beautiful, of course. and i’ll go up to you and say ‘hey, i knew you in high school.’ you’ll smile at me despite not quite remembering. then we’ll meet again and again, and our lives will become intertwined.”

you look at the blue infinity above you as if it could reveal anything. you wanted to know the secrets of it; how to live for forever with wonwoo, how to meet him earlier and spare no time loving one another. 

you want there to be a forever of this. of being by wonwoo’s side, of having him there beside you. you don’t know how many years you’ve spent without him in total; how many have been spent with him. whatever the answers are, you know it’s either too many or too few. 

there’s somewhere, you want to believe, where you and wonwoo can spend eternity side by side without separation; without life or death pulling you from each other’s side. there’s somewhere, you have to believe, where you can spend every happy moment with wonwoo. where you don’t have to spend this small infinity telling him about the little joys you’ve encountered in the years since he’s passed. 

you close your eyes. you can feel tears sting at the corners of them. the breeze muses your hair. all you want is to be with him, to have him at your side, to hold his hand every day and for the rest of the days. 

where your promises if i won’t leave you mean something, where they do more than just shift the air around you. 

you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with pure air. 

and then

[alexa-yukiyu]

PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU I NEED MORE 🙇‍♂️🙏🛐

I NEED MY DAILY DOSE OF PLATONIC WHITEBEARD PIRATES

Demonically obvious ( Whitebeard pirates x nezuko!reader)

Prequel Part 1

A/N HERE WE GO, Im sorry for the wait but finally we got part 2! and lemme tell you I COOKED, Im so exited for this one guys, I had a blast writing it and hope you guys like it as well, HERE YOU GO COSMO, YOU ONLY HAD TO WAIT A WHOLE MONTH XD

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/Saradika

-He cared as much as he cared about Ace being Roger's son, aka he did not care.

He hummed after Ace finished confessing both his heritage and the true nature of Dokucha's current ailment.

"Roger, huh, Don't look much like the old bastard," he chuckled, taking another chug of his jar as he glanced at the small girl happily cuddling up to him.

"And a demon, who would have thought? Definitely something you don't see every day," he hummed. 

"I have just told you I am the child of your greatest enemy and that my sister is a dangerous being. Don't you want to kick us out?" 

He let out a bellowing laugh at his worries. 

"See, when I saw you come in with such a somber look on your face, I had thought you had important news to tell me, but I could not think of something more trivial," he exclaimed, laughing further at Ace's shocked expression.

" I could not care less about where you came from or what you are. At the end of the day, we are all children of the sea; your backgrounds do not change the fact that you are now my children."

Ace stares at him for a bit longer until he slumps down, a small smile breaking on his face.    

"you're something else pops."

"Gurararara Had me on my toes, boy. I thought I was going to lose my son and my only daughter."   

Dokucha frowned as he tilted the jar further, gulping more and more of the liquid until she had grown tired of it, and kicked the jar away from his grasp, much to the shock of both men.

Whitebeard frowned, glancing at at the wall she had kicked the jar to, watching as all that remained were small fragments littered throughout the floor. Glancing back at the child, who sat on the corner of the bed, kicking her feet as if nothing had occurred

"I already have the nurses and Marco on me for drinking, now you?"

Dokucha glanced his way, and he could notice a slight upward tilt of her lips wrapped around the bamboo and a mischievous glim in her eye.

"Cheeky Brat," He grumbled.

"Don't take your eyes off her boy. She is going to be a troublemaker; I can feel it."

He chuckled

"She already is. Hey pops?" he called, receiving a slight hum from the older male.

"Thank you."

"Don't you get sentimental on me, boy."

He knew she wasn't human due to her lack of food intake and other peculiarities.

"I know," he stated as he continued cutting the kale on his cutting board, the rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the board filling their ears.

"What the hell do you mean, you know?"

"Din't know she was a demon, but I knew she wasn't human either, also." Thatch looks up at him, narrowing his eyes at him and pointing his knife his way

"Stop using those words around your sister; she's gonna end up cursing like us," he grumbled, glancing at Dokucha, who sat next to Ace, dewy eyes staring back at him.

"Hi, pumpkin; you hungry?" he questions, returning to his previous actions of cutting the vegetable, letting out a soft hum when she shakes her head.

"You think I wouldn't notice?" he asks, giving Ace a side glance.

"What?"

"I'm the head chef of this ship, Ace; you think I wouldn't notice the fact that she never eats?" he questioned, raising a brow to the younger male.

"At first, I thought she was shy about eating in the mess hall. We ain't a quiet bunch after all, but she doesn't have any problem with hanging around the mess hall at all," he noted  

"Maybe I was just missing it, so I started looking more. I never saw her take any food, nor did I see you make any action to give her some; she always said no when anyone offered too," he listed

"What, are you a stalker? he scoffed

"I'm observant, ya nitwit," he snapped back.

"Not to mention the odd sensitivity to the sun, and the little bamboo piece she always carries around didn't help the case alone. They didn't mean much, but it kept stacking up."

He rolled his eyes at that, leaning his head on his hand as he stared at him, his sister looking up at the chef, waiting for his response.

"And you're okay with it?"

"Ace, we have fishmen, minks, mermaids and giants in our crew, not to mention most of the 'humans' in the crew aren't the spittin image of a human, have ya seen Marco? He's a walking chicken, or a pineapple.' He muses, grinning when he gets a choked laugh from the freckled man and a joyful laugh from the demon beside him

"She fits right in with us, and even if she didn't, we still would have made it work for the lil pumkin," he spoke, reaching over the counter separating them and ruffling her hair.

Ace smiles slightly at the interaction until a thought pops into his head.

"Marco is gonna kill you for saying that, y'know?" he snickered, remembering the commander's previous jabs.

"Eh, what he don know won't harm'em." 

-Knew she wasn't human due to their first encounter, lack of injuries, regeneration, and discrepancies on her devil fruit. (also that is such a nice gift, look at that man < 3)

"Oh, Was that supposed to be a secret?"

"W- you also knew?!"

"Ah, you probably forgot since you were out of it back then, but the little miss was quite protective of you; lunged right at me," he said, looking down at the small girl who began trying to climb her way into his lap, eyes slightly teary as she did

"Ah, it's okay, Dokucha; I know you only meant to protect him; I'm not mad at you," he reassured her as she nuzzled into him.

He looked up, returning the attention to the fire-user

"Her strength wasn't anything to scoff at and at first I thought it was the Toshi-Toshi no mi, but that fruit was consumed by Jewelry Bonnie," he recalled

"Not to mention that The fruit wouldn't change your body the way it did to her; it would only age you up, so that wouldn't explain the teeth, the eyes and the horn," he said, petting her head as she slowly dozed off.

“Seriously, you guys need to lay off on the staring”

"The cherry on the cake to that was the fact that the injuries she got from our squabble and any other injuries she has ever received healed instantly, much like the Tori-tori no mi Moderu Fenniksu, but last I checked, I'm still alive, and kicking so she can't be the holder of that fruit" he listed, ignoring his previous statement

"She could have just had a different fruit that was capable of those things." Ace pointed out a frown on his face

"Hmm, I thought so too, but I found it weird how, despite her incredible regeneration, she seemed to be incredibly sensitive to the sun, getting quite the nasty burns when she left that umbrella of hers; those are the only injuries I have ever needed to treat on her, it was peculiar but a devil fruit still could have been to blame, until I saw her swimming in one of the islands we stopped in, no care in the world and definitely not weakened by it."

"Hah, I guess we weren't the best at hiding it," grumbled Ace

"You sucked at it," Marco affirmed

"Okay, now you're going too far," he glowered, the scowl on his face growing as the doctor simply threw a smile his way. 

"Do..do you know of a cure?" he asked tentatively.

" I do not." 

Ace sighed at that, slumping down in defeat.

"But I'm sure we will find something; I have gathered a good amount of journals and information over the last few years. I don't doubt that the solution is among one of the journals; we just need to look through them,"

"I have been looking through books and information for the last three years. What makes this any difference? "

"The Difference, Ace, is that you were alone, at most with your crew You had what, twenty people? On the other hand, we have more than a thousand in the main crew alone, and that is without taking into account the dozens of subordinate crews and affiliates."

"I see the humility runs deep here," he mutters sarcastically, giving him an unimpressed look.

"Watch it."

He rolled his eyes, waving him off.   

"Do you really think we can find something?"

"Absolutely"

"You guys may have just recently joined, but you are as much as our siblings as anyone else, not to mention that everyone would do anything for their only sister."

WHAT DO YOU THINK? Again i loved writing this, Like i can just picture Ace dumfounded look as he realized that the crew did not give two craps about it almost everyone already knew, he thought he was being so sneaky. What we thinking of southern Thatch again?

Also cosmo, next request is also yours XD red pirate/whitebeard one. AND after that I have yours holo, second attempt

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

Fic specific taglist (Alarm bell for part 2)

@holoimtrans17

@khaleesihavilliard

@unsuretater-simp

@lunaizhere

[jakeandalexia]

DPXDC No matter what happens, we stay together.

With all the Vivisection AU's having been done, surprised this hasn't been done yet.

This happens as usual, the GIW get far too competent for Danny's liking. Danny is stressed and tired, not to mention Ellie is in Town. She was supposed to be here for a week before flying off, but she's currently trapped in Town unless she can slip past them.

But Danny was so exhausted, he didn't bother looking at his surroundings when he shifted back to Human ... right in front of his Parents.

The whole Shebang happens, of Danny getting captured and Vivsected. Worse when Ellie tries to save him, but fails - and gets trapped too. They were in there for an agonizing 3 hours, until Jazz finally comes home from her Tour of College.

Jack and Maddie Fenton have already left the house, getting their Findings to the GIW. By the time Jazz came downstairs, she was horrified. Saved her brother, and quickly stitched him up as best as she could, and took Ellie and Danny into the Ghost Portal and towards the Far Frozen.

But she had a few calls to make.

~*~

Now, this was something Danny has been planning since last year. And he made sure that all of his friends and allies knew. That included the Nicktoons, and as dark as that was - he couldn't risk it.

Spongebob and Jenny remained optimistic, hoping that Danny's parents would accept him. Timmy didn't have a lot of hope, but he wished that was the case. Same with Cosmo and Wanda, alongside their son Poof ... or, Peri. Jimmy understood, and remained cautious - but even he had a small bit of hope. Manny hoped too, things would be alright.

But things didn't.

And Jazz pulled out her Communicator. Jimmy made one for every single one of Danny's allies, and that included both in other Universes ... and his own.

Sure, Danny's Universe had the Justice League in it. But when have they ever actually been helpful? They called, and called, but no one came. Dismissed them as nothing but a prank. So, he just worked it out on his own.

It's ... still not pretty, considering he's Filleted Open right now, but Jazz is here. She helped him, and she's helping Ellie. By the time they made it to the Far Frozen for Treatment, Jazz pulled out her own Communicator and dialed in a Code.

CODE: WHITE.

~*~

Sam, Tuck and Val all had communicators too. When they saw the Code, they knew. They packed, and prepared, and waited for a Portal to open to pick them up.

When Jenny and Spongebob got the Code, Spongebob was devastated. It was his off-day, and he dropped everything to go to HQ and help Danny. Jenny too, and ... well, Nora Wakeman knew about her adventures across the multiverse. And she knew about the plan too.

Nora wouldn't mind at all for getting Danny adopted. And Jenny jumped through the portal to find Danny.

Timmy and Jimmy flinched at the notification, but the knew what to do. And with his Fairy GodParents, they Poofed from his Home to the Lab. And Jimmy went to work enacting Code White.

Manny really did not expect Code White. His own Grandpapi was a Villain, but even he would not do something like that. Puma Loco was a Thief, not a murderer. Manny left immediately.

~*~

When every Nicktoon, and Ally showed up at the HQ - They were taken to the Far Frozen to see how Danny was. He was in intensive care, so was Ellie. So, they had to execute and plan Code White.

But what was Code White?

Completely Erasure. A Blank Slate, and vanish completely.

Danny told them all that the GIW nearly destroyed the Ghost Zone, the Infinite Realms. The thing that acted as a Glue for all Dimensions. While Volcano Island and the Mawgu was the Origin Point of the Universe, that was impossible to get to.

But the Realms can be accessed, and should that be destroyed - every single Dimension falls with it. Including the others. Even if they were to destroy the Portals, if they kept the knowledge, it wouldn't be long until they re-opened another Permanent Portal.

That's what Code White was. Should Danny be exposed, and not taken well - Code White is to completely wipe all signs of study and research about the Realms and disappear completely.

Danny was out of commission for now, so the Plan is now. Find every single GIW Base, free the Ghosts - erase all information, and then disappear completely.

And so, the Nicktoons United once more.

~*~

Meanwhile, the Justice League are getting reports of multiple Government Buildings getting destroyed by an anonymous group.

It all originated from a small Town called Amity Park ...

~*~

What do you think of that? I'd think that'd be quite interesting take. Vivisected AU, but with the other Nicktoons involved. How much angst and comfort can we add to this?

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

I was rereading Kyle Rayner's origin and it occurred to me that Earth seems surprisingly well-connected to the intergalactic community. Or at least, the heroes of Earth are.

Like, even tho Ganthet tells Kyle jack shit about what happened to the Green Lantern Corps, he finds out pretty quickly. And not even because he went looking for answers or encountered Parallax- Alan Scott breaks into Kyle's apartment (must be a Gothamite thing) to tell him what went down with Hal Jordan.

And yeah there's perfectly good explanations on both the Doylist and Watsonian levels. The readers had seen Hal's grief-fueled descent into madness over the previous three issues. And in-universe there are a bunch of Earth heroes who have ties to space (Superman, Martian Manhunter, Starfire, Adam Strange, the Darkstars, etc.) and the fall of the whole GLC is the sort of news that shakes the entire cosmos.

But I can't help but wonder about a version of Kyle's origin where Earth's status as a "primitive backwater" is played completely straight. A version where Alan doesn't track him down or warn him about Parallax. A version where none of Earth's heroes know what really happened to Hal Jordan or the Green Lanterns, only that he disappeared after Coast City's destruction and that the Corps have gone mysteriously silent.

Imagine if, instead of the Emerald Twilight we got, the 90s Green Lantern comic went straight from Coast City getting blown up to Kyle getting his ass yeeted through a window. The implication being that Hal Jordan was unceremoniously killed off with his city, and has thus been replaced by this new guy.

(This would piss off so many readers and is exactly why it would not be done by any sane comic publisher. Being that I am not a comic publisher and of questionable sanity though...)

Naturally, longtime readers will be questioning whether Hal really is dead, but the comic doesn't immediately answer that. Instead, it focuses on the new kid and his initial attempts at learning how to use the ring. But strangely, there's no mention of Oa or the Corps, save for the flashback to Ganthet in the alleyway. Even if Kyle is aware of other Green Lanterns, none of them show up.

It's only once Kyle meets Superman that the story begins to hint that Hal may not have been the only one missing. Even the Fortress of Solitude doesn't have a direct line to Oa, but the Last Son of Krypton has been around long enough to have some contacts in space and all of them confirmed that the center of the universe has gone dark. So when Superman meets the new Green Lantern, he spends a bit more time trying to get answers about what happened to Hal and the Corps.

Of course Kyle doesn't know anything, but in this version he understands the gravity of the situation quicker and goes out searching for the Green Lanterns much sooner. And it's through his eyes that the readers learn that the Corps is gone.

The Green Lantern comic thus becomes a mystery/horror story as Kyle tries to piece together what happened. He finds out that the entire Corps suddenly lost power not long after Coast City's destruction. The few survivors he meets like Adara aren't able to tell him much more than rumors, but that's enough for Kyle to confirm the timing.

Then, someone begins to hunt Kyle.

An enemy who calls himself Parallax. Whenever he's shown on-panel, he's shrouded in blinding light or intense shadow, so you can't see what he really looks like, only the shape of his armor and cape. He claims to have destroyed the Green Lantern Corps and the Guardians of the Universe, and he wants the last power ring.

It's all that Kyle can do to escape this powerful foe, to flee to Earth to try and enlist the help of more experienced heroes. He tells the Justice League about Parallax and how he has powers just like Green Lantern's. That, and the villain's vendetta against the Corps and the Guardians, sounds all too familiar to those who'd known Hal. The other heroes come to the conclusion that somehow, Sinestro must have escaped his imprisonment within the Central Battery and taken revenge on the Corps.

Oh, how wrong they are. Because when Parallax finally arrives on Earth and they see him clearly for the first time, he comes wearing the face of a beloved friend thought dead.

I've always thought that if DC were to use Kyle as their primary GL for a cinematic universe or TV show, they should adapt his origin to be similar to the Original Trilogy of Star Wars, and this is the "I am your father" moment. Parallax!Hal is pretty obviously Vader, but I think the role of Luke is best split between Kyle (the audience surrogate) and Wally (the personal connection to the villain)

Wally: You're going to pay for what you've done, Sinestro! Parallax: Sinestro? You've got it all wrong, kid. *the blinding aura around Parallax fades, revealing his face* Hal: It's me, Wally. Wally: Uncle Hal? No... no, that's not possible!

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is The Doctor (Dr Who)

So! I've been on a Dr Who High for a little while now, and I thought this idea up.

Danny, as the apprentice to Clockwork, has the ability to traverse Time, and his can use his own Powers to traverse Space.

(He is not at the same level of Time Manipulation as Clockwork, but he is still very good at it. Less of a Time Master, and more of a Time Lord if you will)

So, after his family dies and he is left alone for his Immortal Life, he gets bored. Taking a Cue from Ellie and her whole Exploration Obsession, while also indulging in his own Space Obsession, Danny decides to explore Space and Time to his heart's content. (Maybe Ellie is his Companion?)

He travels the Universe, visiting different planets, witnessing historical events, and sometimes even Helping wherever he can. He is still a Protector Spirit after all.

He doesn't use his powers much these days, in fact he has mostly locked them away in favor of using his own custom built Inventions to get any task done. He is the son of Mad Scientists after all, and he likes to Own It.

Danny becomes known across the Universe in the same way that the Doctor is. To some he is a Savior, a Healer, a Wiseman. To others he is a Demon, a Trickster, a Warrior.

Danny becomes the Boogeyman of the Universe, so it's no surprise that one day someone tries to contain him, to keep him Locked Up so he can never interfere with the Universe again. To do so, they build a Device named, The Pandorica.

(Yup, I'm using that little thing in this)

Danny is trapped within the Pandorica, mulling over the Irony of being trapped by a Device named after one of his friends, for Eons. He is completely and utterly trapped.

Sealed Away, waiting for the day when someone will set him free.

...

Now imagine this.

The JLA has just confiscated an extremely Old and Extremely Magical Box from an Alien Cult, who were proclaiming that they would use the Pandorica Warrior to fell their greatest foe.

They call in Constantine to explain what it is, and just imagine the Doctors description of the Pandorica Scene coming him him.

"This is the Pandorica, an Ancient Magical Prison designed to hold the worst of all bad guys." Started Constantine.

"Why was it made?" Asked Superman.

"There was a Goblin, or a Trickster. Or a Warrior." Constantine explained as he paced a circle around the Box in front of them, "A nameless, terrible thing. Soaked in the blood of a Billion Galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos."

He took a closer look at the box and Continued. "And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world."

He paused and took a deep breath, "Or at least that's how the Story goes, probably why those cultists wanted it so bad. The greatest Warrior in existence on their side? It would be an instant win button."

"Is it possible to open it?" Asked Batman.

"Easily, anybody can break into a Prison. I just want to know what we'll find first."

Zatanna interrupted, "Won't need to wait long, it's already opening. Layers and Layers of Magical Barriers are dispersing as we speak. That Cult knew what they were doing, it's going to open soon. Very soon."

The Box in front of them shuddered a little, and they tensed. They waited for a few moments to see if it would do anything, but eventually they realized it was probably just a side effect of the barriers falling.

"How soon can we expect it to open?" Asked Batman, still tense.

Constantine replied this time, "From what I can tell, maybe 2 hours at most. So you have that much time to prepare to meet the Universes most feared Individual."

...

Just thought of this while I was binging Dr Who videos on Tiktok and thought, "this would be cool as a dpxdc idea"

Here is the Video that inspired me, give it a watch

[cityofmeliora]

notes on Primo's characterization 💖

let's talk about Primo! i think he's a really, really interesting character!

i've said before that i think Primo is the only one of the brothers who takes the whole ~satanic death cult trying to bring the end of the world~ thing seriously.

Primo was indeed very serious about the cult. maybe too serious? even some other members of the cult dislike that about him.

NAMELESS GHOUL: The first Papa Emeritus was someone very rigid, very strict, and very solemn. A real son of a bitch! (laughs) To be honest, we don’t miss him at all! MyRock #44 (2017) translated from French by @ a-wandering-ghoulette)

the best source of Primo characterization is a 2010 interview with Sweden Rock Magazine where Primo and the Nameless Ghouls kidnapped the interviewer. though i quote *a lot* of it here, i strongly recommend reading the full interview because it is truly fascinating. notably, Primo himself speaks in this interview rather than a Nameless Ghoul.

Primo is a misanthrope who believes humans are "vermin" that have doomed themselves due to their "intellectual decline". in his eyes, they are unworthy of life and will eventually be destroyed.

“Human beings are vermin, thus the end of humanity is ultimately a good thing. We play but a vanishingly microscopic role in this cosmos of nothingness.”

The devil-worshipping organization that the Ghost leader speaks of is claimed to operate on a worldwide level and among many different areas: from politics and business to religious movements, in the entertainment industry and on the street. It does not have a name, but its existence “can most easily be explained as a living and ongoing result of humanity’s intellectual decline and eventual decay.”

Primo affirms Ghost's mission statement as originally presented in the band's old Myspace page: to spread the devil's influence and convince other people that humanity deserves its inevitable end.

According to the statement on the band’s page, Ghost’s main mission is to trick mankind into believing that the end of the world is ultimately a good thing. “Our only task is to accompany the world’s downfall.”

A question comes to mind: wouldn’t the band, which with its poppy hard rock could by all means appeal to a much wider audience than ordinary black metal acts, gain more attention by engaging in more commercial modes of expression? “We have other entertainment groups within our organization who are doing just that. Our task is to emphasize the devil’s message in the part of society that has, to varying degrees, already accepted it. It’s directed at the social grouping that goes to the type of concerts that we perform. Our goal is to be able to carry out our black mass, our ritual, for them. Other members of the cult work with far more subtle modes of expressions, better suited for consumers who are not as receptive to the truth.”

though he openly calls the organization a cult, his religious belief is sincere.

to Primo, the band's anonymity and use of costumes are a way of showing reverence and humility in their task. if Satan is the Father, and Antichrist is the Son, the band is the (unholy) Ghost: the force which connects humanity to the power of the Father and the Son. for the audience to think of Primo or the Nameless Ghouls as individual people would distract from their message. when he takes on the role of Papa, he becomes one with their cause.

You refer to yourselves as a group of nameless spirits - should this be taken literally? Is the band actually something other than human? “To make it easier for mortals to deal with the fact that we, as individuals, have no significance in this experience, we have chosen to act as ghosts - hollow and diffuse.”

Why did you, as a leader, choose an outfit so similar to the one worn by the Catholic Pope? “For the Pope it is a way of showing reverence and seriousness, and at the same time humility before his task. He uses it to step into the body that is the essence and the fog, something we advocate too. It is our way of becoming one with the fog.” Things become clearer when the leader speaks of the meaning behind the name of the band: “Akin to the tripartite view so stubbornly proclaimed by the Christian faith, we too believe there is magic in the concept of three and we are part of it: there is a god, Satan, a son, Antichrist, and a ghost in the middle that is the inexplicable - the fog.”

Primo has a theistic view of Satan, believing he is real deity who speaks through / inspires the band's music. in this way, the Ghoul Writer could be considered a sort of prophet to him.

That’s right. Ghost have their music written for them. In one online interview, a so-called “ghoul writer” is mentioned who supposedly composes melodies and lyrics with the help of ungraspable powers from beyond – devilish whispers instruct him which words should accompany which chords, and so forth. “There is indeed a human individual who composes patterns of tones and words which operate ever so beautifully in unison. However, I am of the belief that there is a higher being who speaks through this individual,” asserts the Pope.

like a proper cultist, Primo cannot imagine having a life / identity outside of the cult. he remembers that there was once a time when he was not a member of the cult, but he cannot remember what it was like to be that person. his devotion to the cult has been a core part of who he is for a very long time.

How he got involved in this movement and dedicated his life to Satan, he has a hard time answering. After a long silence, the singer says: “I find it very difficult to remember the life I had before I found the darkness. It is therefore very difficult to answer your question. My memory doesn’t go that far.” Surely the Pope must remember something?           “I cannot remember a time when I did not find myself part of the dark energy. That does not mean that I remember nothing from my past life, only that I cannot remember how I felt then. This is because it was a time when I did not know very much.” Was it by coming into contact with other members of the organization that you found this darkness? “As I said, I do not remember when this happened. But I think…” He chooses his words carefully. “… I believe that, like many others, I was woven into this dark through subtle, human components found within it. Once again, my intellect was not as developed as it is now, so I have great difficulty in explaining what happened - when and where, and to what extent.”

while he cannot say exactly what happened to him or when, Primo seems to have had genuine spiritual experiences. he was always connected to the dark energy, and he feels that he became awakened and that his intellect has developed since he truly found his faith.

despite being a misanthrope, Primo admits he was brought into the darkness by some sort of human connection. he might actually have the capacity to care about some people.

in a Kerrang feature where Primo gets quizzed on "demonology, serial killers and stuff like that", he says the cult knew witches who were burned at the stake, but he doesn't like to talk about it. it stood out to me that he says he doesn't want to talk about it, because he speaks so openly and matter-of-factly about other dark / upsetting topics. at the very least, it appears he doesn't like it when bad things happen to other members of the cult.

WHAT DOES THE PHRASE MALLEUS MALEFICARUM TRANSLATE AS IN ENGLISH? A) HAMMER OF THE WITCHES B) HAMMER OF THE DEMONS C) HAMMER OF THE GODS PAPA: “That would be the witch-hammer. We knew some Witches, but unfortunately a lot of them were taken away.” KERRANG!: “As in burned at the stake?” PAPA: “Correct. But I don’t like to talk about that. (Answer: A) ✔

he seems to be quite pleased about other people dying, though. and he is certain they all go to Hell.

6. NAME ANY TWO OF THE THREE ORIGINAL MEMBERS OF MAYHEM. PAPA: “Though one was not an original member two of the band are actually burning in Hell, and they’re good guests, certainly. But yes, I will say Euronymous and Necrobutcher.” (Answer: Euronymous, Necrobutcherr, Manheim) ✔ 7. WHAT WAS THE NAME OF THE SHIP THAT WAS DISCOVERED FLOATING ABANDONED AND UNMANNED IN THE ATLANTIC OCEAN IN DECEMBER 1872? PAPA: “It was that ship with such a heavenly name, the lady Mary Celeste.” KERRANG!: “And can you finally tell us where all the people went?” PAPA: I’ll check the records. Obviously they’re all in Hell now, but the way they got there is a little cloudy. But then our Lord too works in mysterious ways…“ (Answer: Mary Celeste) ✔

some of Primo's other responses in this article reveal he has a dark sense of humor and perhaps cruel inclinations. when talking about possessions done by the cult, he says "sometimes you just want to do it for the hell of it" and "you want to make a bit of sport out of it", referring to a possession that (allegedly) influenced a serial killer. he refers to the victims of these possessions as "poor [name]", but his remarks on their misfortune don't indicate any actual remorse or sympathy. it might even be intentionally ironic.

5. WHICH PAINTER ALLEGEDLY UNDERWENT AN EXORCISM IN 1947? PAPA: “Poor Salvador Dali. You know we had his missus possessed as well, all in the name of Satan…” KERRANG!: Is possession something that’s done for serious reasons or just to pass the time? “Well sometimes you just want to do it for the hell of it…”  (Answer: Salvador Dali) ✔

13. WHAT AMERICAN SERIAL KILLER CLAIMS HE WAS COMPELLED TO COMMIT HIS MURDERS BY A DEMON THAT POSSESSED HIS NEIGHBOUR’S DOG? PAPA: 'That was that poor boy, the Son Of Sam. That sure was a successful possession, although it did involve far too much crotch-sniffing and turd-eating.“ KERRANG: "Is it easier to possess a dog than to possess a person?” PAPA: “Not necessarily, but you want to make a bit of sport out of it.” (Answer: David Berkowitz/Son Of Sam) ✔

also, many of the events Primo speaks about would've happened before he was born or when he was very young, so it seems he's studied the cult's history very well, and he keeps tabs on their current activities. he does his research!

and as a fun fact: Primo is pretty good at math :)

14. IF YOU’RE TRICK OR TREATING AND THREE HOUSES GIVE YOU SEVEN SWEETS, TWO GIVE YOU FOUR, AND ONE GIVES YOU NINE, AND YOUR PARENTS THEN DOUBLE WHAT YOU HAVE, HOW MANY SWEETS DO YOU END UP WITH? PAPA: “76.” KERRANG!: “That was alarmingly fast, sir. Are good mathematical skills important when you’re burning in the fiery pits of Hell?” PAPA: “We all have our different strengths, but of course the number we are most used to is 666…” (Answer: 76) ✔

there's not a lot of information about Primo, and what exists is hard to find, but i live to bring knowledge to the people 🫡. these are all the sources i have on hand that talk about Primo. if anyone else has other articles / videos talking about Primo, i'd really appreciate it if you shared them!

[mainstreamangel]

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

P. Bueckers x Singer!Fem!Reader

Summary: You always write songs. Paige wants to write one for you though. She shares how she sees you. How you see her for more than an uprising basketball phenomena.

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): First person pov (this actually pains me to write in first person but for the sake of the fic, it must be done.), mentions of death

A/N: Shorter fic because it's late and I feel like I'm just mindlessly typing at this point. Like a zombie or something idk

WC: 1.6k

My girl, come take my hand. Throw your guitar and your clothes in the back seat.

"Ready to go?" I asked her.

She and I have been dating for as long as I can remember. Alright, maybe it was only like 5 years. But still that's a long time! She had just had her big break about 2 years ago with her hit song, We can't be friends (Wait for your love). I was so proud of her it was insane.

Every time a reporter would ask about us, I would always bring her up. It didn't matter if a reporter only asked about my career and basketball, I would still bring her up.

"Yeah, thanks. I know it must be a burden to drive me places after my shows. I seriously can just have my manager call us a ride." She smiled apologetically.

"No need, plus it's more private that way. I get to spend time with my superstar girlfriend after her amazing shows."

"You're also a superstar."

"Not as super as you my star."

"Ha. Ha." She laughed sarcastically.

I started to pull out of the parking lot and drove us back to the hotel.

"Babe, there was a fan here tonight. She was a mother. She said her son was lost to cancer and that he loved my music." My girl said sadly.

I gave her a sad look before letting her continue.

"Sometimes it hurts hearing people's stories like that but it's also rewarding to know that I brought them comfort in drastic measures you know?" She looked out the window.

"Yeah, you're pretty amazing though. I think anyone would be happy to let you comfort them through your work." I replied, not taking my eyes off the road.

"You're going to be alright, I'm here." I assured.

My love, they don't understand. But I'll hold your hurt in the box here beside me.

"You're very special to me P. I just hope you know that."

"I do, ma. I do."

How could we know, we'd rearrange all the cosmos?

Even in times that we didn't agree, we still worked it out. Because we were- are a team and we aren't supposed to be against each other. I wrote my girl a song and I had just finished it tonight. I was going to share it with her after dinner. I want to let her know that her works inspire me to create my own art for her.

"You can't be serious. Do you think we'll really be alright? I mean I'll be gone for games and you're going on tour. We'll never see each other."

"I have to do this. Paige, we're never going to always be together. It's just how our careers work. But we're a team and we know each other. We'll get through this. Plus I'll come see your games as much as I can while on tour and I know you would do the same for me. We'll be alright, babe."

Paige sighed. "I trust your judgement, ma."

We crashed and we burned. Now I just can't go where you don't go.

You kept your promise and you attended one of her games nearby and wore her jersey proudly as you cheered. You loved your girl and she had such raw talent. You two were a formidable duo and the world was never going to be ready for an ultimate power couple such as yourselves.

There were many cameras and reporters trying to get a bit of your time but you pushed them away. You were here for your girl and not the public. You kindly declined another reporter before they shot their question anyways.

"How do you two deal with your imperfections? Your bond is so strong it seems like you two are always perfect, to each other in and out of the public eye."

You smiled before leaning in.

"We're not perfect but we always have each other's back. Even when it seems like we could be against each other, we always come back around and figure it out together."

And usually I'm, fucked up, anxious, too much. But I'll love you like you need me to.

Paige was sitting with her teammates. The game was tougher than she had anticipated and she was really in her head. She played with the ends of her hair in her signature braided ponytail, scanning the room. She couldn't meet your eye and it made her deflate a bit.

"Looking for someone?" You smirked.

Her head whipped around and she stood up before pullng you into a hug.

"You made it."

"Always will, P."

Imperfect for you.

I always knew that my girl would bring me out of situations where my emotions could get the best of me. I mean being under the constant watchful eye of the media, it brings a toll to the person. There is no one I can share that experience with better than her. She understands what I mean better than anyone and she knows best how to get me out of my head.

Before her, I would always get tempered and while my friends and teammates tried their best to help me like she does, it just wasn't the same. But when she did it, it worked better than any medication I could ever take.

She could do the same things as my friends when they tried, but hers would just be more effective because well, I was in love with her.

I'm still in love with her.

Messy, completely distressed. But I'm not like that since I met you.

"You okay, P?" She asked me.

"Yeah, just thinking about us."

"Hope it's good things."

"You bet."

Imperfect for you.

It was late and we just got back to the hotel. Not many places were open so we decided to order room service. The clock on the nightstand read 11:54 P.M.

"I am exhausted." She laughed, pulling her shoes off.

"I bet, I could never have a profession like you. Walking around for hours, singing and dancing."

"You're literally a basketball player."

"And?"

She shook her head at me and laughed. I pulled her in and gave her a sweet kiss.

Let's go tonight, 'cause there's just a few seconds left 'til tomorrow.

The door let out a soft knock and I pulled away, opening the door.

We have all that we need, let's leave our baggage and wine at the table.

"Your wine, ma'am." The person said, handing me a bottle of expensive wine.

"I didn't order this." I started.

"Yes she did, thank you." My girl smiled behind me, taking the bottle and closing the door swiftly.

"We didn't-"

"Who cares? Free bottle of wine." She popped the cork and took a swig of the bottle before offering it to me.

I laughed and took a gulp myself.

How could we know, that this was a happy disaster?

"Babe I wrote a song for you, about us." I said nervously.

She smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"You didn't have to do that. Will you share it with me? It's alright if not. I know it takes a lot of courage to say that you even wrote one."

"No, I want to share it with you, its about us and importantly it's for you. You inspired me like you inspire so many fans." I smiled, pulling away and grabbing the piece of paper that has the lyrics.

I grabbed my phone and started to play the melody I came up with on Garage Band.

"Garage Band?" She laughed.

"Had to make do, stop." I laughed too.

I'm glad we crashed and burned. I'll never forget when you told me. You said, "Usually, I'm fucked up, anxious, too much. But I'll love you like you need me to. Imperfect for you. Messy, completely distressed, But I'm not like that since I met you".

I sang softly, timing the music just right. Tears welled up in her eyes and she took my hands in hers and swayed us softly as I continued to sing as best as I could.

How could we know, we'd make the bad stuff delightful? I'm glad we crashed and burned. I know we'll be there for each other, when we're feeling fucked up, anxious, too much. But I'll love you like you need me to. Imperfect for you. Messy, completely distressed, But I'm not like that since I met you. Imperfect for you.

I finished the song and she pulled me into a soft passionate kiss.

"You're so sweet babe." She muttered against my lips.

"You make me this way, ma." I sighed softly with a smile.

Fucked up, anxious, too much. Like you need me to.

"I can see a music career in your future babe." She released herself from my grip and picked up the phone to order real food.

The wine had buzzed me a bit and I smiled sheepishly.

Imperfect for you.

"I think basketball is really what I'm good at. I think I'm going to leave that to you."

"Well let me know if you change your mind, but honestly? I like having a soft sappy basketball girlfriend. She's tall but so so in love with me."

Messy, completely distressed. Not like that since I met you.

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Now hurry I'm literally starving."

"I'm working on it P."

"Maybe you should work on something else huh? And it's not your new album." I hinted with a smirk.

She lightly hit my arm and I let out a fake groan.

"That hurt!" I whined.

"Get your mind out of the gutter. Dirty girl." She laughed.

"I love you." I pouted.

"I love you, too. Hello? Yes, I'd like to order room service for me and my girlfriend..."

Imperfect for you.

[hughmanbean]

Titles I've Acquired

So I've decided to just jot down all of the titles I made some time ago in older posts and some more recent ones @jedipirateking helped with.

Danny:

First of Holy Name, The Reluctant King, The High Queen, Queen of the Cosmos

Bringer of Balance, Embodiment of Space, Mother of Wrath and Trickery, Siren of the Stars, The Great One, The Inevitable Authority

Danno, Little Badger

Ones we made on a recent post, focused on a joke. Not meant to signify Danny's Rank:

Avatar of Outta Here, Knight of Nope, Sir Scurry Scatter and Scram, God of Getaways, Emperor of the Bounce, Queen of Quick Exits, Prince of Poof, Zealot of Zoom, Duke of Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, and Dodge, The Great Gun It, Valet to Vamoose and Vacate, Baron von Bail, Scenechal of Scatter, Coup to Clamor and Climb.

Dante:

First of His Name, The Wrathful Prince, The Erratic Prince, Hate-Filled Union Born Anew, The Watchful and Filial Son

Dani/Ellie:

First of Her Name, The Mischievous Princess, The Wandering Princess, Mirror Turned Painting, A Futile Chase of Desire Remade, The Protective and Loyal Daughter

Vlad:

The Avaricious Duke, The High Queen's Rival, The Greedy Interloper, Creator of Shattered Mirrors, He Who Desires That Which Is Unattainable

Fruitloop.

Lady Gotham:

Home of Many, Perseverance in Protection, The Lady Who Commands the Knight, Bird Keeper

[unfairlyfallen]

[A LIST OF SONGS FOR ELIAS BOUCHARD-]

Bezos I (Bo Burnham)

Love me Dead (Ludo)

Same Man I Was Before (Oingo Boingo)

Laplace's Angel (Willwood)

Kiss Me Son of God (They Might be Giants)

I Pushed the Button (Stephanie Mabey)

No One Lives Forever (Oingo Boingo)

Live Forever (Caravan of Thieves)

Things That I've Done (April Smith)

Body (MotherMother)

Evelyn (Kim Tillman & Silent Films)

Where We Belong (Shayfer James)

Calamity (Fish in a Birdcage)

Vicious (Halestorm)

She Doesn't Sleep (Anthony Amorim)

Evil Eye (Franz Ferdinand)

Neither Here Nor There (Eleisha Eagle)

Does the Swallow? (Cosmo Sheldrake)

Weight of the World (Shayfer James)

Digging Up Hatchets (Shayfer James)

It Tore Your Heart Out (Dirt Poor Robins)

But Never a Key (Dirt Poor Robins)

Rule #43 The Chosen (Fish in a Birdcage)

CHOKE (IDKHBTFM)

Lady Jesus (UPSAHL)

See No Evil (ThisWaytothe Egress)

Blood (MCR)

Boss (The Correspondents)

Oh No! (Marina)

You're Nobody til Somebody Wants You Dead (Saint Motel)

Could Have Been Worse (King MALA)

Money money money (Abba)

Every Britney Spears song, no I don't understand why.

Every Edith Piaf song, I understand exactly why.

[Elias and Jon (non/)-]

Answer (They Might be Giants)

None of Thee Above (Shayfer James)

Pain and Pleasure (Lilli Furfaro)

Soft Apocalypse (Charming Disaster)

Dixy Boy (April Smith)

Villain (Stephanie Mabey)

He's My Man (Luvcat)

[LonelyEyes-]

Lent (Autoheart)

Grifters (Charming Disaster)

Eleanor Rigby (Cody Fry cover)

Anybody Else (Dom Fera)

[OG Elias-]

Sometimes (Nick Lutsko)

Dropdead Gorgeous (April Smith)

Monster (Caravan of Thieves)

[Jonah Magnus-]

Crucified (Army of Lovers)

All the Dying (Mother Mother)

I'll add the playlist of these here as well:

[nekohime19]

JTTW Six-eared Macaque

Alright, so I wanted to make this post for a while. I am aware that not everyone in the LMK fandom have read JTTW and so not everyone knows exactly how the character of the six-eared macaque appear in the novel and how he is treated. I'm mainly making this post to introduce JTTW Macaque to those in the Fandom that are curious about him and weren't able to read the novel yet! 😊

I'm also a bit frustrated by people who spread misinformation on JTTW Macaque to fit their own narrative. It's absolutely fine if you have your own headcanons, but I don't like when some people act as if their headcanons are canon when there is nothing of the sort in the novel.

In this post, I'll present Macaque appearances in the novel, how he came to be, and everything he did. I will also talk about some common interpretations of his character and the symbolism behind his appearances. Some of the interpretations I will present, however, will be my own, and remember that I am not a specialist of JTTW no matter how much I love the novel. I want you to form your own interpretation of the character if possible.

This post is based on Anthony. C. Yu translation of JTTW.

First of all, the six-eared macaque is not one of the JTTW main cast. In fact, he appears in only two chapters out of the 100 that makes JTTW. Precisely, he appears in chapter 57 titled "True Pilgrim lay bares his woes at Mount Potalaka ; False Monkey King translates text at Water-curtain Cave." (Yes JTTW chapters title are a mouthful 😭) and in chapter 58 titled : "Two Minds cause disorder in the great cosmos; it's hard for one body to realize true Nirvana."

The six-eared macaque dies at the end of chapter 58 and is never seen again after that.

JTTW, passed the first 10 chapters that present Wukong's birth and how he pissed off the entirety of Heaven, is very much a villain-of-the-week type of novel. Every three chapters or so, the pilgrims will encounter a new villain, so to speak, and fight against them. The six-eared macaque, in this sense, is nothing more but one more villain that troubles the pilgrims.

I) Chap 56 : context before Macaque's appearances

Before studying chapters 57 and 58 we need to go back to chapter 56 and understand the situation the pilgrims are in.

As usual, the pilgrims are traveling together when they encounter troubles. A shocker, I know, who could have predicted this? To be short, they encounter bandits and Wukong kill their leaders, he's a lil murderous fella alright. Tripitaka is furious but, after Wukong pleads his cause with his best puppy dog eyes 🥺, he let it go. The pilgrims then find a nice house and ask the old couple living there to shelter them for the night. The nice old couple accepts. The pilgrims and the old couple talks about this and that, and lo and behold we learn that the couple's son was one of the bandit from earlier! Wukong wants to go fight this rebellious son, how unfilial of him to be a bandit! But Tripitaka stop him. No violence!

Unfortunately, the son of the couple comes back the same night, and he led his entire bandit troop with him at his parent's house! Damn, talk about bad luck. When the son learn that the pilgrims are staying in his parent's house for the night, him and his troop decides to avenge their leaders earlier on killed by Wukong. The son's father hear his son plots against the pilgrims and warn the pilgrims, telling them to go. Tripitaka kowtow, grateful, and the pilgrims escape the troop of bandits. The bandits notice them and ran after them.

Wukong wants to go fight the bandits, Tripitaka tells him to not kill them but only frighten them a little. Wukong go and... kill them... He behead the rebellious son and brings back the severed head to Tripitaka. 😬 He's a feral one that's for sure.

Tripitaka is furious, once more, and use the circlet against Wukong. Then he banish Wukong from the Pilgrims.

Here is how chapter 56 ends :

For information, Pilgrim is Wukong nickname.

II) Chap 57 : The fake Wukong

A) Wukong sob story

So after leaving the pilgrims, Wukong doesn't know where to go. He's too ashamed to go back to his mountain, and he knows he's not going to be welcomed in Heaven. And so he goes back to Tripitaka to plead his cause and begs to be taken back. But Tripitaka refuse to listen and use the circlet. Ouch. That's not nice. Angry, Wukong decides that he's going to complain about his Master to Guanyin! Ah! When you have troubles with someone you bring it to the manager. A true Karen move, Wukong.

Wukong fly to Mount Potalaka, Guaying's place, and sobs about how unfair his Master is. Guanyin tries to explain right and wrong, and why Tripitaka used the circlet, but Wukong thinks he, at the very least, deserved a second chance. Wukong is over it pretty quickly, he's an adaptable fellow, and asks Guanyin to remove the circlet, but Guanyin is incapable of that.

Wukong was about to leave but Guanyin holds him back, she reads Tripitaka's fortune and tells Wukong that his Master will soon meet a powerful foe and he'll need Wukong's help. If Wukong help Tripitaka, Guanyin will tell the monk to take Wukong back.

Imagine a puppy eyed dog Wukong sobbing 🥺 and Guanyin as a tired mom. That's the vibe of this scene.

But who is this powerful foe Guanyin mention? 🤔

Well, that's our boy!

B) Wukong is... back ?

The pilgrims are on their way, they decides to take a breather and scatter to search for food/water. Tripitaka is left alone at the camp. Never a good idea to leave the easily snatchable monk alone 👀.

While Tripitaka is alone, Wukong appears with a bowl of water. Now, for the readers this is a bit odd, because we knows for a fact that Wukong is with Guanyin. But the narrative treats this Wukong as if it's the real one, so at first read you wonder if Wukong truly came back 🤔.

I'll let you read how this encounter go 😬:

For information, the elder here is referring to Tripitaka, which is also called elder Tang sometimes. Pilgrim Sun is one of Wukong's nicknames.

The rest of the pilgrims comes bask to check on Tripitaka and let me tell you, their flabber are gasted! They take Tripitaka to a nearby house and realize that Wukong is the one who hit their Master and stole their luggages. Gasp. THE AUDACITY!

Sha Wujing (that you know as Sandy) decides to go to Flower Fruit Mountain and confront Wukong!

At Flower Fruit Mountain, Wujing meet with "Wukong" ( I puts him in what I call the parenthesis jail because mmmm.... Is this really Wukong?). So "Wukong" is in his cave, reciting the journey's rescript to his monkeys. The monkeys are chilling.

Wujing is ANGRY and yell at "Wukong". How dare he hit Master and steal their luggages!? "Wukong" order the monkeys to seize him and that's when Wujing realize that going against a troop of angry monkeys is, in fact, not a good idea. He try to plea. Telling "Wukong" that they can go back and apologize, prehaps Master will take "Wukong" back.

"Wukong" goes nuh huh. Tripitaka banished him, so he doesn't need Tripitaka. He got the luggage and the rescript, he's going to the West before Buddha alone, like a full-fledged adult. He needs no one! No one!

Wujing : ... Mm, the pilgrims are charged with this journey. You can't go alone.

"Wukong" : Well, good thing I have my very own set of pilgrims then!

Lo and behold, "Wukong" show Wujing perfect copies of the pilgrims carrying the luggages. Gasp #2. How dare he copy the pilgrims!

Wujing is furious, he lunge forward and kill his copy. He realize too late that the copy was a disguised lil monkey, and so the lil monkey is killed 😭. Poor fella.

"Wukong" : You dare bitch!?

So "Wukong", angry monkey mode, charge at Wujing. Wujing decides that he's not going to fight an angry monkey, and flee to Guanyin's place.

Because in this world, when you have a problem, a foe you can't defeat, you go to Guanyin. She's like your fix-it-all deus ex machina! This tired mom need a raise.

Here is the scene of Wujing killing the monkey, then afterward "Wukong" cooking the dead lil guy 😬 :

For information, Sha Monk is one of Wujign's nickname, and specious means fake/odd. Bodhisattva refer to Guanyin.

In terms of interpretation, "Wukong" (or shall I say MACAQUE! You are not sleek 🔍my boy) is very different from others villain because, contrary to them, he do not want to eat or have sex with Tripitaka. In fact, his wish is glory. He wants the glory of the journey. That's why, when Tripitaka refuse to take him back, he decides to create his own set of pilgrims. This desire to complete the journey alone show that he's not after enlightenment, which should be the goal of this journey, but only the fame and glory that comes from it. It shows that Macaque's desire is not in lign with Buddhist principles, and thus is in the wrong. His bouts of cannibalism is, I think, also very symbolical. Eating meat is strictly forbidden by Buddhist teachings, the fact that Macaque is here eating a monkey's corpse show that he doesn't care about Buddhism. It also drives a wedge between the fake Wukong and the real one, because we know for a fact that Wukong generally doesn't eat meat and has what is called a "pure breath".

Cannibalism in JTTW is the sign of monstrosity. Demons are cannibals. It is the sign of "evil" so to speak. Here, Macaque being a cannibal show us that he's a fiend. A villain. There is also a corruption argument to be made, because he drags the other monkeys in his cannibalism. Now, I also wants to say that cannibalism is not specific to Macaque character, in fact Sha Wujing was a cannibal before joining the pilgrims. Every demons are more or less cannibals in this novel.

So let's go back to Wujing. He goes to Guanyin to complain and, surprise surpise, find Wukong there.

They both look at each other with shocked pikachu faces.

Wujing accuse Wukong of hitting Tripitaka and stealing their luggages, Wukong is shocked at his audacity, but Guanyin intervene before it goes out of hand and vouch for Wukong's sincerity. She then tell Wujing to take Wukong to Flower Fruit Mountain and see false from truth.

Here is how the chapter ends :

III) Chap 58 : Monkeys are fighting

Previously in JTTW :

Wukong : I will talk to your manager abt your awful behavior Master!

Wukong is back? Or is he? Who is this??

Tripitaka being bonked in the head.

Sha "I'm gonna kill a monkey today" Wujing

Macaque : I'm totally the real Wukong. Hehe. Now brings me MEAT!

Monkeys : huh not the wrost thing Wukong did, he could be real.

Wukong : someone is impersonating me!? The nerve!

A) Monkeys catfight

So Wukong follow Wujing to Flower Fruit Mountain and see "Wukong".

Both Wukongs look at each other. Think the Spiderman meme where they point at each other shocked.

"Wukong" (Macaque👀) was casually sitting on Wukong's throne drinking wine with the monkeys. He was really living the monkey life out there.

This how the confrontation ended up :

Wukong is NOT a patient monkey.

I think it's really interesting how much the narrative emphasize that they are equal. At this point, the readers are still wondering who the hell is "Wukong". We also got a description of Wukong's appearances. He's a wild fella.

Both Wukongs fight and no one is able to distinguish who is the real and who is the fake. Both monkeys go everywhere, while still fighting, in hope that someone could recognize the truth. And when I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE.

They go to Tripitaka, he use the circlet and both Wukongs cries in pain.

They go to Guanyin, she can't see the truth.

They go in hell, a dog say he knows the truth but is too scared of the fake Wukong and refuse to speak.

They go to Heaven, a revealing mirror is used, but the mirror reflect both Wukongs and not the true nature of the fiend.

And so they go to the thunderclap monastery, where Buddha Tathagathe is lecturing his disciples. Mind you, the thunderclap monastery is supposed to be the end of the journey. But those two casually barge in there.

Just imagine a monkey tornado barging everywhere. That's the vibe of the chapter.

An interesting poem about the symbolical meaning of this fight :

In terms of interpretation, this poem, and all those shenanigans, adds a symbolical layer to this monkey catfight which is the battle of the True Mind and the Illusionary Mind. It is a Buddhist principle. In short, Buddhism seeks to detach themselves of the Illusionary Mind (desires/attachements) and seek the True Mind. Macaque and Wukong, here, symbolically represents this internal strife. Both an allegory of Buddhist principles. You have to understand that JTTW is highly metaphorical. And that, in a sense, every fights that happens in the novel can be seen as a metaphor of the fights inside one's mind to reach enlgihtement.

Here, as the poem said, this fight show us how a divided mind cannot reach peace and is constantly at war. So in a metaphorical lense, Macaque and Wukong can, here, be seen as two side of the same coin. A divided mind that is unable to reach peace because it is torn in two different indivuals. That's why a lot of JTTW interpretations consider Macaque as one of Wukong's clone, or a part of Wukong himself. But we also have to remind ourselves that this is metaphorical, and story-wise there is no clear indication of any relation (blood or other) between the two monkeys. In fact, as we'll see, they're considered as two very different species of monkeys.

So let's go back to the story. The monkeys fights and barge in Buddha's monastery.

Everyone : wtf is this?

Buddha : another day, another monkey shenanigan.

The monkeys plead for Buddha to reveal the truth and that's how Buddha casually drops the lore of the four celestial monkeys. No one was prepared I tell you!

That's how we also learn "Wukong" true identity as the six eared macaque.

Here is the lore :

Mind you, this page is the only piece of lore we have about the four celestial monkeys. They will never be mentioned in the novel again, and we'll never meet the two others. So for you all monkeys fan, keep this page preciously tucked!

This also means that this is all the informations we have about Macaque's origins. Except this single page, we know nothing of his birth, of his life, of his powers (outside prehaps the power to perfectly imitate others?). So, mark my words, every informations said about Macaque's lore outside of this page is nothing but theories, speculations or headcanons. If you see someone tell you "Well actually JTTW Macaque was born like this...🤓" go back to this page and checks out. If it's not on this page, it's either a headcanon/theory, or it comes from a very specific adaptation of JTTW and thus they are not talking about JTTW Macaque specifically.

So after Buddha reveal Macaque's name, Macaque PANICK. He realize he fucked up. He try to flee but Buddha capture him. Wukong looks at the six eared macaque in his true forms and kills him on sight. The species of the six eared macaque is said to remain extinct after this.

We don't have any description of our boy.

For information, Tathagata (which I call strawberry tagada in my mind) is the name of the Buddha. There are numerous Buddhas in JTTW.

To justify his killing, Wukong say that the crime of impersonating is punished by death. Brutal. Macaque is also a fiend, which is not the same as killing a human.

And so here is the end of our boy.

Brings out your tissues 🤧!

B) Symbolism of Macaque's death

Macaque's death has a lot of symbolism, especially regarding Wukong character developpement.

First, as I already said, Macaque can represent the Illusionary Mind, as such his death can be seen as the metaphorical victory of the True Mind over the Illusionary Mind. Wukong vanquishing the personification of his desires. This can be seen in Wukong's character, after this fight, he argues a lots less with Tripitaka and seems more agreeable to Buddhist teachings.

I personally think that Macaque's death can also represent how, in Buddhism, true teaching will always win over "fake" teaching. For this theory I have to talk about chapter 2 of JTTW. There is a theory on how the six-eared macaque was forshadowed in chapter 2 when Wukong tells subbodhi that he can reveal all his teachings because there is no "sixth ears here". It comes from a Buddhist saying, which is most likely the birth of the name six eared macaque.

Here is what Anthony. C. Yu says about it in his notes :

As such, Wukong could embody true teachings (as in he learned from a master) while Macaque embody fake teachings (he eavesdrop on secrets without grasping their true meaning because he wasn't guided by a master).

C) the sworn brother theory

Now I would like to talk about one of the theories made about the character of the six eared macaque which is directly linked to how LMK decided to present this character.

There is a common theory about Macaque that said he is the Macaque King seen at the beginning of the novel.

So who is the Macaque King? The Macaque King is one of Sun Wukong's sworn brothers briefly seen at the beginning of the novel. In short, the ruling demons neighboring Flower Fruit Mountain saw how powerful Wukong was and decided to becomes his allies, thus creating the "brotherhood" (the word brotherhood was never used in the novel, and Azure, Peng and Yellow Tusk aren't orginally parts of this, they are villains of the week that appear later on in the novel. LMK took liberties with this. In contrast, DBK was truly part of this brotherhood, as was the Macaque King). Now, be careful, in some translations of JTTW the Macaque King becomes the Monkey Queen. But, after further research, I can say that this difference of translation is born form a confusion on the term "Mihou". The word Mihou can means "Macaque" in general but also "female monkey". Yet Mihou only started to mean "female monkey" years after JTTW was published. So it's safe to say that the author of JTTW truly meant a Macaque King and not a Monkey Queen.

If you're watching OSP videos summary of JTTW (that I recommend), you'll see that they talk about a Monkey Queen in one of the first videos when talking about who is part of the brotherhood. This Monkey Queen is the Macaque King (and our boy Macaque in this theory).

But it's also funny to think that Macaque could have orginally been a Monkey Queen and that he's trans.

So why people believe that the Six-eared Macaque and the Macaque King could be the same person? Well, it's because both have Mihou in their titles. They are the only demons, out of all the demons in JTTW, to be named Mihou.

The theme of Wukong fighting against his old sworn brother is also a recurrent theme of JTTW, as we see with Wukong frequent battles with DBK.

This theory state that Macaque was Wukong's old sworn brother, but that he was assuming another appearances at the time and that's why Wukong didn't recognize him and killed him when Macaque revealed his true form after being capture by Tathagata.

Now, this is merely a theory. There is no actual proof of that. But it is a well liked theory and it's not rare to come across depictions of the six eared macaque as Wukong's sworn brother. It adds a little bit of drama you know.

If we follow that theory, Wukong's victory against Macaque can also symbolize how Wukong is overcoming who he was and becoming a new person by killing a reminder of his greedy past, so to speak.

Alright, I said all I wanted to say about Macaque! Hope you liked it. Before leaving I want to drop a funny theory that I've seen about the four celestial monkeys :

The four celestial monkeys, in this theory, would be four different facets of the same person. And if you reunite all the monkeys and fuse them (Steven Universe style) you'll get the one true celestial monkey. I think it's a funny theory.

[wonderfull-star]

In general, I want to talk more about episode “the terrible twosome”. After all, thanks to this episode, we were revealed many of Peri’s secret magical abilities that he can do WITHOUT a wand. So if someone needs it for a fanfic or comic, remember this episode.

Telekinesis:

Interesting. It turns out that sometimes magical power can just come from his hands without using a wand.

Lasers from the eyes

Wow I would love to see something like that in the new show (like Peri shooting lasers out of his eyes at Dale 🥰)

Changing the size of his body

Creepy. Imagine that you just decided to look out the window while drinking tea and you see a huge baby trying to create an ice age on the entire Earth 💀

And after all this, they decided that the only way to bring Poof back to normal was to satisfy his sadistic desires by simply hurting his own father.WHAT

Man…. now I understand why fairies really didn't want more children. This phase at 2 years old turns them into psychopaths. Cosmo was really chaotic and strong in magic while his son is the same as him but multiplied in power several times.

[snakeunderyourboot]

kind of obsessed with this theme of not belonging to earth in midnight burger

like....Gloria, Ava, Casper and Leif. They are all humans. They were born on Earth, they lived there their whole life, they know how to act and behave when they are with other humans.

And yet. Earth is not for them.

It is seen primarily in Leif, with hjis whole backstory. Even his own mother referring to him as someone "who fell out from space". He left the Earth with the first chance and he never looked back. Sure, he may sometimes grow nostalgic, but he never regretted his decision. Earth is not his home and the problem is not even in how much Earth is undeveloped not only by the standards of Triad but even by Leif's standards. He doesn't understand people, he doesn't understand why they do what they do. What's even more prominent with Leif is how the only space he belongs is SPACE. Like COSMOS. Not some other planet or moon, just the entirety of space. His first real friend is an alien journalist!!! And the only humans he managed to connect to are literary the ones pulled from 20 years from his time(on Earth) and in a dimension spinning time warping diner!

But this idea, of not belonging to Earth, is also present in Gloria and Ava and even Casper. It's not as prominent as with Leif, but it is still present.

Gloria admits she never liked the idea of marriage and kids. Her parents were the only stable relationship she had. Her whole life, blood and soul was her restaurant and when she lost it she had no idea what to do with herself.

Ava, who as we know, is so much smarter than everyone else. The academia hurt her so much because they didn't understand her. She wanted to figure out the WHOLE UNIVERSE and had not only the guts to do it, but also the brain power. Somewhere, where other people would long gave up, she remained stubborn and victorious.

And even Casper. I must admit, right now I am only on episode 38 and this whole season seems to be heavily focused on Casper and his relation to the diner, so I may not know something BUT! BUT! You cannot tell me, that his son running from home wasn't his excuse to get out from his life. Of course, he went looking for him, no objections here, but it also was an opportunity for him to sort of quit. Just get out. I'm not sure what the future holds for him, there are hints that he may leave Midnight Burger, which honestly I kiiiind of sad about it? I think it would be really cool if he has a chance to leave the midnight burger but chose not to. Because now - similar to how it was at the end of season 2, when he talked to Ava - he chooses this. He chooses those people, he chooses Midnight Burger. It is a conscious choice, the same it was with Ava, Gloria, and Leif.

Anyway. Something about you being born on this planet and then realizing this is not your planet. The problem is not with you or your environment, the problem is with the whole fucking planet. Something about you being stuck there because humanity made only the first steps into space exploration and you will die sooner than get into space. You living with this thought that you are stuck here. There is no escape.

And then you see a diner.