#where im actually. you know. learning things....

[oracularvernacular]

an ever expanding comprehensive list of autistic shit we know about zayne

because for some reason I have become the autistic zayne propagandist of tumblr so here we go

tried to waddle like a penguin as a child. also knows everything about penguin mating rituals apparently.

his love language is clearly an imitation of penguin behaviors (penguins give stones to express devotion, he gives candies to express that he cares because he literally can't say things like a normal person. hes a fucking autistic penguin)

can apparently tell every kind of flower apart by SCENT

rejection sensitivity so high he became a heart surgeon after he accidentally caused one (1) injury and tried to resign after he was FALSELY accused of malpractice

when you touch a part of his body he names a fact about that body

refers to your body parts by their full scientific names all the time

in his myth, the majority of books in his GIANT LIBRARY TOWER were about jasmines. where the fuck did he even FIND those

as a child he tried to comfort MC by leaving an unexplained and unnanounced box of snowballs vaguely shaped like seals at her doorstep. note that this was an entire box full of them like where did he even come up with this

during the "meet the parents" thing in the cafe interactions he's the only LI to very aggressively avoid eye contact during the entire dialogue

he obviously has a safe food (dessert) and a very unsafe food (carrots)

in the caleb five big booms arc, zayne gave hands down the most contextually weird explanation of anything I have ever seen, gave mc a pep talk (in the most monotone voice since amazon echo, mind you) out of NOWHERE, then slid mc an ipad looking thing (only mentioning it was willed to her by her dead grandma, not mentioning AT ALL that it contained life changing information, nor that grandma josephine actually asked him to take care of her after her death) and a candy. this man is the social interactions final boss

we learn in the wedding card story that during med school he struggled with executive function when it came to taking care of himself properly, basically lived off the bare necessities for survival etc. it could just be depression/exhaustion but from the phrasing of it it sounds like a deeper issue

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Despite seeming somewhat averse to eye contact, he also holds rigid rules about eye contact being a necessary part of politeness

His students say he is strict, which again highlights rigid rule-following

One of his regularly commented on character traits is that he seems cold and robotic.

His jokes often concern and terrify people instead of making them laugh (such as in his A Pure White Heart Anecdote)

His social habits and rigid rule following frequently cause him difficulty in his relationships (romantic and otherwise) as well as his career.

In the meet MC's family interaction he also explicitly says "im a picky eater" for his flaws

when he was a kid he wanted to fly but he already knew why humans couldn't fly so instead he tried to decrease his bone density. (it's giving me as a kid bc i knew babies were made with a sperm and egg but i didn't know HOW those two met so I asked my mother in complete terror whether my dad was in her tummy like me. like fully in her stomach)

GUYS GIVE ME MORE CANON AUTISTIC STUFF TO FILL IN IK IM FORGETTING STUFF

[lobslobslobs]

* rouxls kaard appreciation(?) post bc i want this man dead . this isnt theorizing or analysis or anything and it might be wrong in some parts im just normal

- apparently his theme is fucking diegetic???? given 1. ralsei and susie respond to it knowingly (that or im misinterpreting susie's response but like. if only ralsei knew abt it wouldnt she go something like "he has a theme?????")

but. also. 2. kris plays it on noelle's piano prior to that . how do they know it. how . how.

this little freak of a man (rouxls) . this either implies that A. he hums / sings the theme in all of his encounters B. he has a speaker or something playing the theme C. He emanates it . Like it just comes from him . What. D. this melody is just what everyone thinks of when they think of rouxls and ralsei is still the only whos heard it

- his character design??? hes just a rules card from a deck but he is:

canonically hot

has a flat ass but prefers to think he doesnt

humanoid

theres just a line going thru his mouth??? like even when its open???? am i the only one who doesnt understand that . why is it like. melting. Rouxls?

do you think the lines on his outfit are text............ the equivalent of text on a rules card...

really dark blue with a white outline and then another dark blue outline

i noticed this when i added a picture but in the talk sprite i attached one of his eyes is black. the rouxls with homophobia in his eyes

- assumed the fun gang was a polycule and wormed his way into a polycule too to one up them . absoljtely bewildered when he finds out they arent. hes so . hes so .

- whats with him and worms???? why does he have worms????? where does he get them? why does he keep them???? can rouxls worms turn into butterflies????

- the whole early modern english speech quirk . which may or may not be a conscious decision because it slips away when hes stressed / surprised and becomes more obnoxious when "his pride is hurt" (all according to deltarune wiki) . also its not even accurate he just adds eth and est and e to words

- "duke of puzzles" yet comically bad at making puzzles that are even remotely difficult. is card castle stupid or is he stupid

- he somehow??? accidentally makes a shop? in board 2 ???? and you can buy one of his boxes?????? and you lose points when you take a photo of him???????????? sobs

- constantly tries to work under the Big Bad Villain of each dark world . constantly fails . everyone hates him

- stole tenna's debit card and tried to learn his pin number. in an attempt to get approval from tenna according to the wiki

- HE CAN TELEPORT ??? No one talks about this???? he can teleport?????? WITH OTHER PEOPLE?????? he can FLOAT TOO . IS THIS NORMAL?????? HE CAN FUCKIGN TELEPORT <- ok addendum he cant float outside of his true power but actually thats crazier to me. why can he float when preparing his True Power Thing . What was he gonna do . Why can he float for it

- Oh yeah also about the teleportation - either he sneaks up on the fun gang before teleporting in front of them or he can 1. hear (see???? feel?????) where hes about to teleport and who is there 2. speak like the voice of god before he teleports . what the fuck.

- The dainty scarf ? in his shop? in chapter 1?? says its HANDMADE. Did rouxls fucking make it. He made the dainty scarf?? He made a scarf out of doilies and sold it. Its homemade. Its homemade. He made that with his own hands. He either knows how to knit or crochet. Im crazy about this im so ill. WHAT HOME. HIS HOME???? HOMEMADE.

- the lancer controller bit in ch3 - lancer says that when he breaks controllers with his tongue, not only does a "father figure" give him a new one, but also checks his mouth for illness. Thats rouxls. Rouxls is making sure lancer isnt ill. No matter who he tries to work for he still takes care of lancer because hes a lesser dad.

- im just unapologetically gay for this man sorry

- he eats cereal

[kefiteria]

Can I ask for a fluffy twst oneshot with Leona x fem yuu reader? Where the reader is a princess or royal in her own world and after the events of Leona’s ob in book 2 learning that Leona is upset that he’ll never be king just because he was born second, the reader tries to cheer him up by telling him that she knows how he feels also being the youngest and will never get to be Queen. But instead of being a second born. Imagine having 9 whole siblings in line for the throne before you. Thats the reader, the 10th born (I actually have 9 siblings and I am the youngest lmao). And when she gets laughed at bc if he thought HE was unfortunate the reader was so out of luck it’s funny, she gets all embarrassed, “THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GENUINE MOMENT MAN” thinking he was just making fun of her because he never changed from the same mean grumpy lion. but really, it was him in his mind realizing that he might actually have a crush on the reader now (Even though he was a huge jerk the entirety of book 2) she’s a queen in his book and maybe he could be a king in her’s

For the Crownless 👑

pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Yuu

summary: Requested as “fluff where fem yuu reader cheers up Leona after Book 2,” accidentally became a reflective emotional spiral about legacy, forgotten royalty, and what it means to wear a crown no one gave you. ft canon Leona (grumpy, guarded, emotionally allergic) + reader who’s the tenth in line to her throne + A Don Quixote reference.

a/n 🍨: YAYYY A LEONA REQUEST!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS 🩷 This one took me a while because I really wanted to write it carefully—I didn’t want it to feel like a “pain Olympics” where one side (Leona or the reader) ends up being dismissed. Instead, I tried to make it feel like they’re both understood, both valid in their struggles. 🦁👑ALSO—whoa, having nine older siblings?? That must be a very lively household! Keep being your amazing self—you’ll shine in your own way, no matter your place in the lineup 💫 (im a firstborn~) remember to eat warm food 🍲🩷

Leona Kingscholar lay beneath the shade of an old, gold-dappled tree, its limbs stretching like a crown long since fallen. The breeze toyed with the ends of his hair and the hem of his jacket, but he remained as still as stone—resigned, perhaps, or simply bored with the world.

Yuu found him there, just as expected. He hadn’t moved since the overblot—hadn’t so much as bothered to disappear. No theatrics. Just silence and distance.

She sat down beside him without a word. Not too close. Not too far. Close enough that he couldn’t ignore her, though Leona was a man who practiced the art of pretending.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said finally, voice low, like the hush of a cathedral rather than a question.

His eyes remained closed. “Would it kill you to enjoy it?”

“I might, if it felt like peace. But you’re not resting. You’re… sinking.”

His ear twitched. A warning. Or an admission.

Yuu didn’t push further. Instead, she leaned back on her hands and let the weight of the silence settle between them again. It was almost companionable, the way certain graves are beautiful when left undisturbed.

“… You hate it, don’t you?” she said eventually. “Not them. Not really. Just the rule. The chain. The unspoken law that says the crown goes to the first, regardless of who earns it.”

Leona’s lashes lifted, heavy-lidded, amber catching the light like old coins. “Tch. Takes you this long to say the obvious?”

“I wasn’t ready to say it until now,” she replied, her gaze steady. “And I wanted to say it right.”

“Doesn’t change a thing.” Leona turned his head away.

“No,” she agreed while nodding her head. “But I still wanted you to hear it. That I see it. That I see you.”

The quiet rustled again, softer now. Less brittle.

“I’m not a second-born,” Yuu said so thoughtfully, like someone folding a memory into words. “But I know what it feels like. To grow up in a castle and still feel like a ghost in the hallways. To be born into a legacy and realize it will never include you—not because you failed, but because someone else was born first.”

Leona blinked, slow. That sharpness in his stare did not fade, but it shifted—cool calculation giving way to curiosity.

“… Tenth,” she uttered, almost laughing at the absurdity of it. “I’m the tenth child. Nine older siblings. All with their futures charted, their titles chosen. By the time I came around, the throne wasn’t even a dream—it was a story someone else had already finished.”

She smiled—not bitterly, but like someone placing a scar in the light and letting it breathe.

“It’s not the same as you,” she added gently. “But… I think I understand what it does to you. The knowing. The waiting. The never-being-picked.”

Leona stared at her—longer than courtesy required, longer than comfort allowed. The silence stretched taut between them, a thread neither dared to pull. Like a fault line giving way beneath unsteady earth—he laughed.

Not bright. Not boyish. But rough and reluctant, the sound of something dislodged from deep inside his chest.

A laugh that tasted more like surrender than amusement, as though it had clawed its way out of a place long sealed shut.

“… Why are you laughing?” Yuu blinked adorably in confusion yet startled.

He shook his head, lips twitching. “You show up here with your tragic little tale, trying to pull a heartstring—and then drop tenth on me like a punchline. You’re a damn parody of royalty.”

“I was being sincere, you jerk!” Her face twisted in a mixture of betrayal and embarrassment.

That only made Leona laugh harder—if not louder, then with more amusement. Something genuine. Something dangerous.

She drew back with a huff, arms folding across her chest like shutters closing against a storm she hadn't anticipated. Her cheeks—traitorous—had gone warm, and she hated that he could still make her feel seventeen kinds of foolish with a single breath.

“This was supposed to be a moment,” she muttered, more to the wind than to him. “A real one. Something… healing, or whatever.”

“It was,” he said, once the laughter had unraveled into stillness. His voice had shifted—less iron, more smoke. “It is. Just not the flavor you were hoping for.”

Yuu glanced at him sideways, as if expecting to find mockery still clinging to his smile. But there were no teeth left in it. Only something quieter and older.

He didn’t meet her gaze, but there was a shift in his posture—barely perceptible. Like the way a lion might roll just enough to expose its throat without surrendering its pride.

“… You know,” he murmured, his gaze tilted toward the sky as if the truth were safer up there, “you talk like you’re still waiting to be crowned.”

She lifted a brow, slow and skeptical. “And if I am?”

Leona didn’t look at her at first. Just let the silence lap at his feet like tidewater, feigning indifference.

“I think,” he said eventually, “you already wear it. Not because someone handed it to you—but because you never needed permission.”

The words hung there, suspended in the hush like incense—weightless but impossible to ignore. Another pause bloomed, not awkward but expectant. A breath before a fall.

Quieter—almost to himself. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind being king in your story.”

Yuu's breath caught—subtle, involuntary, a hitch stitched into the silence. As if something in her chest had been rewritten unexpectedly.

He leaned back as if nothing had passed between them—no confession, no half-spoken longing, no thread wound tight between two stubborn, unloved names. As if he hadn’t just laid something down between them like a lance set gently at her feet.

Overhead, the tree creaked against the breeze, its branches bowing like the spine of a once-proud knight—wounded, not defeated. It stood tall still, tilting slightly, as if nodding at ghosts only it could see.

“Don’t get used to the sentimentality,” he scoffed, voice lazy but not empty. “I’m still not throwing myself at windmills.”

Yuu looked at him then, her gaze soft with something dangerously close to belief. Her smile curved slowly, warm, not the kind given to fools—but to the tired.

“That’s fine...” she reassured. “Someone’s got to remind you they’re not always monsters.”

He didn’t reply, but the quiet stretched long between them—unbroken, unfinished. Not an ending, but a pause.

Beneath the hush of swaying branches, Leona closed his eyes like a knight returning from battle, not because he’d won but because—for once—he hadn’t had to fight alone.

[munchflake]

THIS!!!!!!!!!!

I had to ask a lot of things to my usa friends in the last 1-2 years cause I had no idea what they were or how they were problematic. and i'm still learning! We all learn in time and learning it's a flow so you never stop, but not knowing and ignorance are not *inherently* bad. They're just a (hopefully temporary) lack of knowledge. What's important is that people never stop learning and changing for the better, right? someone might be a super genius in, idk, physics! but be completely ignorant on internet slang or different diseases or lgbt stuff. Maybe there were not spending time on the internet, or had no easy access to it. Maybe they live in a country where gender and lgbt stuff are still taboo topics. Hell, I live in Italy, so a country that's supposed to be a first world country, but it's so rooted in ignorance and catholicism that you CAN'T talk or reason with 70% of people of gender and lgbt topics or mental diseases / neurodivergence. And i'm speaking from experience.

But again, this does not mean that someone can be ignorant but not willing to listen or change his mind and way they act. Witch-hunting when someone doesn't know will only probably make thing worse; like blaming children for not knowing better too. Be kind, explain and try: you could be surprised about how people are willing to at least say "huh, ok, didn't know! cool!''. One step forward is always better than nothing, but they probably won't take it if someone does not teach them or make them interested on the topic.

As OP said, "im not saying you have to educate everyone you meet on the street, but for the love of god, you need to recognize when someone's actually trying to hurt you and when someone is just not really sure what's going on."

reallllly feel like some of you have to start understanding people are sometimes going to make mistakes and not understand something and not know things and it's going to slot them in a perfect place for you to scoff and call them problematic and evil and they're not even going to know why.

[kitty-writes1373]

Sympathy

Do you know why people tell you not to feed stray animals? You take a chance befriending the weird, quiet guy at school and end up getting more than you bargained for.

Seth Durand X Fem!Reader

(Angst, Fluff?)

1.5k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, bullying, stalking, cyberstalking, manipulation, flirting, kissing, possessiveness

An: Thank you so for the request!! Im happy to report that I received a few other requests for Seth, so be on the lookout for those! ;D Also happy to announce my inbox is now actually open! Given theres only so much you learn from the movie, I had to do some HCing to flesh him out properly, but if there anything else you’d like to see, just let me know!

“How’s that guy even passing gym?” one of your friends craned their neck at Seth Durand, parked in his reserved spot on the bleachers. Well, not really- he just sat there every day. Always too cool to participate, with his eyeliner and that pretty boy scowl as the wind tousled his greasy hair…

Frankly, you felt bad for him. You’ve been called a bleeding heart, but your rationale was that maybe, if somebody gave him a chance, he’d join in once in a while instead of glaring at everybody like the world itself offended him. And what’s the worst that comes of this- he shuts you down?

“Hey-” You jumped at how quickly he looked up! Taking a moment to get your bearings, you jabbed a thumb back at your group, “We’re, uh- were one person short fr’ spikeball! You…wanna come join us?” Staring at you for a second, he tried to discern if this was some cruel joke. But it wasn't. Charmed, the idea of a smile ghosted across Seth’s face, “…Sure.”

You approached him at lunch that same day, where he yet again sat alone. He was busy blocking out the obnoxious chatter from the dregs that surrounded him. Seth caught a blur out of the corner of his eye and instinctively flinched, only to be met with that nice girl from gym class, smiling at him. “Is…anybody sitting here?” He popped an earbud out and gave you a ‘be my guest’ hand wave.

Seth was still half convinced your kindness was some plot against him- that you’d been put up to this by some gaggle of jocks you owed a favor, as if the concept of a pretty girl talking to him was so incomprehensible...

You were just being nice. Searching for something to strike up a conversation about, your eyes sparkled with interest at the Nikon F3 peeking out of his backpack, “Woah… you're with the photography club?”

Seth blinked, taken aback but happily surprised. He held it up between you for you to examine, “Nah. It's more of a hobby, I guess. Found it in my basement and just… started taking photos of things I thought looked cool.” Lifting the viewfinder up to his eye, Seth watched you growing less blurry in the autofocus with a tentative smirk. “Most girls think it’s kinda weird. Like I’m some… stalker, or something.”

“No way!” Your smile mirrored his. “Well, I think that's pretty awesome. I’d love to see the stuff you’ve done so far.” You’d said it with such authenticity: you wanted to see photos he’s taken. Slipping the lense cover on with a mumbled, ‘Thanks’, Seth’s sights latched onto you like cleopatra’s asp.

For the next week, whether you were getting groceries with your mom or watering the plants in your own backyard, you couldn’t exist without feeling this… presence following you- this oppressive force that polluted everything. Let’s take, for example, a scene from bio class. The glowing overhead projector was the only light in the lab room as Mr. Whoever began his autopsy on some unlucky piglet, pinned down and flayed open.

Slumping on your desk, you took a few deep breaths to settle your stomach. You’d never been queasy about this stuff- hell, you loved biology! But there was just some strange intensity mixing with the formaldehyde in the air...

That intensity was sitting in the shadows at the back of the class. The wrench in you insides you couldn’t put a name to fiddled with a ballpoint pen, uncapping it with his teeth. It was kinda cute, how oblivious you were- so self centered you cared neither for social structure, nor noticed his constant observation.

And when he couldn’t watch you? He was doing his homework. It’s not like Seth had anything better to do after school than trawl through whatever traces of yourself you’d left on social media. Face illuminated in the blue glow of his phone, he holed himself up intent on understanding everything about you: your favorite tv shows, what bands you liked- hell, he even figured out what your favorite place to eat for when he asked you out on a date. Yes- when, not if.

Around three AM that Friday night, you were awoken by your phone lighting up on your bedside table. Groping blindly in the dark, you squinted in the light of the screen. You’d received a message from somebody on instagram:

love the outfit. you look great in black...

Attached below was a photo of you at the mall. Initially you dismissed it as being something your friend took, but in retrospect, a stranger sending you a photo of yourself you didn’t remember being taken should’ve set off some alarm bells. The three dots at the corner of the screen bubbled before:

ever thought of modeling?

Haha. Very funny Seth.

clever girl… how’d you figure that out?

Whoever @LordOfDeath edgelord is, he isn’t very sharp. To explain, you sent him a photo from his own account: a photo of that camera he was so proud of. If the chipped, black nail polish on one side of the frame wasn’t incriminating enough, you could see his reflection in the lense. He found this amusing

is that a no to modeling for me?

Who said no to anything?

Despite that initial hiccup, you got to talking online. Compared to your in person encounters, Seth through text was an entirely different person; you found him thoughtful, and confident, and charming. None of those words could be applied to face to face interactions with him. Admittedly, the stuff he said over text ranged from cheesy to mildly concerning, but you had so much in common! You watched the same shows, and liked the same music- everything seemed pretty perfect between you! And it was those exchanges that led you to a peculiar opportunity.

Shoving an armful of books in your locker, you paused at the voice that came from the other side of the metal door, “That guy tortures small animals.” You groaned- one of the kids you hung out with in gym. You’d heard that rumor before: he sold drugs, or he cyber-stalked a teacher and made her quit. But that’s all that it was: rumors.

You slammed the door shut, your voice more defensive than you intended, “How do you know that?” In all likelihood, they were just upset your precious attention was on somebody else. Leaning in, they dropped their voice like they were talking about some demon that’d be summoned if his name was spoken aloud, “Come on- he just looks like it! Future serial killer, right there.” With a sigh, you slung your backpack over your shoulder with a hint of smug superiority, “Who cares?”

Mid scamper down the school’s front steps, you heard a familiar voice call, “Y/N!” Across the parking lot, Seth waved you over. Your face lit up. You’d been waiting all day for this! Sliding in the warm passenger's seat of his beater car as the thing roared to life, you gazed out the window, “Really? The graveyard?” Thrumming his fingers against the steering wheel, even Seth couldn’t stave off a smirk, “I have a vision for this, okay?”

With a crunch of leaves, Seth laid you down under a tree just off the grave plots. Bathing your skin in the fading sunset’s glow, he gently articulated your limbs just so you looked like you fell that way naturally- tousled your long, lacy skirt and bell sleeves to mimic that ‘dumped off the overpass’ look. A cool breeze blew past, tousling the black fabric spectacularly.

Pulling himself to stand with a scuffed boot on either side of your waist, Seth tested a tagline, “Maybe she’s born with it…” Click! White flash against your closed eyelids, “Maybe it’s rigor mortis.” He leaned around the camera to address you, “How’s that sound?”

You fought a grin, maintaining that whole ‘beautiful corpse’ thing he said was going for. “Dead bodies don’t talk.” Sharpening the angle, you could feel him drop down to his knees to get the shot right, “You are such a smartass…”

While you didn’t see Seth, you felt his preening fingers tangle in your hair to feather it out. But the motion slowly morphed into him more intentionally running his fingers across your scalp. There was a strange playfulness that buzzed in the air between you- the relationship between a photographer and his subject.

You felt a broad palm on your cheek and a smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “Hey, what’re you-” Eyes fluttering open, you met his gaze and- oh. He was closer to you. You could feel the breath in his ribs against yours. You could see where his eyeliner smudged at the edges. Half nuzzling against you, Seth’s nose brushed against yours,

“What happened to dead bodies not talking?“

And he kissed you. On the lips, in the town graveyard, after dark, Seth Durand kissed you. I mean, you didn’t think he’d be that forward, but you couldn’t say you minded. It was languid yet… possessive. Like he wanted every atom in your body to be claimed as his. Because, in his mind, you already were his.

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[deimosatellite]

like idk it just seems actually nefarious to take one of the very few widely known instances of queerness in older history being a symbol to show queer people that we've always existed and aren't alone for CENTURIES and taking away the queerness from it. like. i know some people say that ''the queerness isnt important in the book" which i mean in my opinion i could go off for 10k words in an essay as to how basil's love for dorian is integral to the story BUT EVEN APART from that its really just. having a real explicitly queer character in such an old and widely regarded classic novel is HUGE for queer history and this is just. literally like. its 2024. why are you doing queer erasure to DORIAN GRAY

[spookyscaryskidnpump]

wanna quickly state. i do not know anything about DBH. respect to you and blorbo!! he seems interesting!!

however.

i was gonna be normal about this but!! you put this tag!! and now i have to say something because holy shit there is SO much more to these guys and this moment than you think. they are my blorbos and now im gonna ramble because i need to talk abt them again. (also btw they're from newgrounds first and foremost but thats me being nitpicky :shrug:)

here's the thing about Spooky Month: every single character is affected by the world around them EXCEPT for these two young kids. these kids (skid and pump, both less than 10 years old btw) seem to attract danger. paranormal monsters, eldritch beings, the cult that looms over their town- all drawn to them, but never affecting them. Skid (skeleton) in particular seems to be straight up IMMUNE to the eldritch entity i mentioned - Pump isn't, but it seems to like him and help him. Every other character has been traumatized to hell and back because of the antics these kids get into. and the kids?

they have. NO idea they're causing problems whatsoever for 90% of the series. it's only in the episode the possession scene is from where someone (father gregor, the priest) finally confronts them and tells them that they hurt people! they thought it was all fun and games, but when they find out what they were doing, they have an entire episode of going to apologize to everyone.

meanwhile, moloch (the demon) is lurking in the B plot, straight up KILLING people - way more murder than we've had in previous episodes, even the directly previous one about a literal serial killer (who's victims from that episode all survived). this isn't his first appearance, though!

this scene with moloch (the demon possessing these kids) has been set up and foreshadowed since episode 1, before the show was even planned beyond being a shitpost. the demon possessing them was summoned in that episode and has remained present, looming over everyone, for the ENTIRE SERIES. a threat, sure, but a mostly contained one until episode 3 when he escapes- but his host dies. he's gone, right?

right?

he comes back here, in episode 6, and by god he goes from "kinda a joke villain tbh" to "GENUINELY THREATENING". and he has a MASSIVE grudge against the kids (WHO THINK HE'S THEIR FRIEND, BY THE WAY) because THEY were the ones who trapped him for something like 2-3 years based on the continuity! they had no idea! and all of it builds up to this final confrontation between gregor and moloch... with the kids still there, not taking it seriously.

moloch possesses many of the side characters briefly as he chases gregor and the kids across town - kevin, roy, patty, all beloved side characters VISIBLY AFFECTED by this. the kids? fuckin clueless. gregor keeps throwing moloch out of people's bodies only for him to continue pursuit of the kids. and when he finally catches up to him?

they still think its a game.

they willingly let him possess them.

this? this is the first moment at ANY POINT in the series where the kids are actually hurt and heavily affected by one of these entities. the literal ONLY time they have EVER lost plot armor! the only paranormal thing that ever comes even close to genuinely harming them!!!! this is the episode, the moment we learn that no, the plot armor is not permanent, people can and will DIE, and the kids? they're gonna have to learn that this isn't a game. they're possessed for less than a minute, but it's such a major point of importance to the series that the runtime doesn't matter.

moloch ends up expelled from their bodies and exorcised by gregor, effectively killing him. the kids? devastated, crying for the first time in the entire fucking series, because their "friend" is gone - and it's their fault. the entire EPISODE is about them taking accountability, but it's only after this that we see them break down. they are affected. they are changed. pump opens up to his sister. skid apologizes to his single mom because he thinks he's a burden. this scene? this death of a monster? it's the single thing that we've ever seen break the armor. get through to them.

staying possessed is the ultimate bad end for them. not just because they're controlled, not because it would mean gregor would die and the town be destroyed. because they would never learn. they would never change. they would never understand.

this scene quite literally changed the dynamic of the show forever. we know the next episode is going to focus on the kids and some of the other teenage side characters. one of whom is pump's sister. these kids are going to keep learning the consequences - because now they can see them.

im not normal about this show. vote spooky moloch kids. 👍

Semifinals - Side A

RK900 V.S. The Spooky Moloch Kids

[tiabwwtws-art]

Cute ideas from @hydraposeidon

[itz-pandora]

Thank you guys for dealing with me

[gascreates]

avatar the last airbender x legend of zelda tears of the kingdom corssover les gooooooo

ive been working on this for far too long so im forcing myself to say it's done even though the background is just my color mock up. to draw fast, i must accept messiness

[dailysquiddo]

but what if she was a superhero-ish guy. what then. what would you do then

[lokh]

and listen. old men yaoi aside. wouldnt de-ageing snake like. defeat the point

[naamahdarling]

Augh

[wasabikitcat]

community college is so funny because half of the teachers are like "For this class you need to use lockdown browser for all quizzes and tests. You need to buy this 70 dollar textbook, and all papers turned in must be in APA format with a title page even if they're only 500 words long. I will not accept late assignments. Also you have a minimum of 4 assignments a week." and the other half are like "you don't need proctoring for the final exam I trust you. here's a download link to a pirated copy of the textbook. as long as your writing is coherent and demonstrates an understanding of the material I literally could not care less what format you use. I can't figure out how canvas works so I'm not giving you due dates, just make sure it's turned in before the grading period ends. your only weekly assignment is a forum post with a minimum of 100 words."