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Gillion stretching out hand to the audience like he were an angel descending from the heavens top text "HEY IT'S OKAY" bottom text "FISH AND CHIPS WILL NEVER BE CANON".
#📚 my posts#📌 thoughts#this is a joke btw#but i see u people who are tired of the sheer amt of fnc content because yeah kinda samesies tbh#mockingjay navyseal and polypirate shippers u r powerful and strong. acearo believers even stronger.
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I enjoy being in fandom of things I dont know much about. I haven't read any Vat7k fic trying to write what could have happened if it got approved. I stopped watching One Piece forever ago and don't know half of the characters. I know jack shit about Sonic. The only DC comic I read is Supersons, and the Wayne family webtoon. I actually never watched beetlejuice I just listen to the songs from the musical a lot. Most of the time I dont play games I just watch gameplays of it. I actually never played Undertale ever despite having spent YEARS in the fandom.
Idk! I still enjoy fanarts and headcanons for each of those things! I just see people being excited about it and my brain goes YIPEEE
#eryanbles#and tbh even the things I did watch or read or play. my memory is so shitty i forget most of it so- samesies-#except the emotional turmoil i guess i dont forget that- kinda#i enjoy most things though others I guess
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ah...felt,, my grandma did that before,, ehehe...reminds me of when she sniped my sibling with their own slipper– that was fun..!
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"Oh.. sounds. Painful. S.. Sniped? Is your sibling okay?"
"I feel your pain. Or.. felt it. H-Haha.."
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not the lesbian drama on twitter i can’t even escape it online slsjzk
i don’t even like thinking about it in my own life so much i don’t even think :D like quit being friends w ur ex if ur gonna be an emotionally manipulative asshole afterwords ..
#i feel bad bc i like them both IDK#i am not doing this again i refuse to pick sides like i will totally understand if they need to unfollow me bc idk what they did AND I DONT#WANNA KNOWWW#tbh i’m about to unfollow them both alsjaksj#autistic lesbians and they’re idc attitude hahah samesies
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Round 1 - Side B
Propaganda below ⬇️
Kristen
Once known as a Chosen of Helio, Kristen lost faith, found out she was gay, escaped the abusive church, and helps a lonely abused goddess return from the dead and continue the goddess of mystery. She also ends up creating her own god in the middle there, but decides it's kind of super annoying and eventually nopes out.
Kristen might be skirting a couple lines here so I'll provide my reasoning for why I think she might belong in the competition but feel free to choose as you wish. Kristen used to follow Helio, and her entire relationship with religion and Helio is meant to show a story of a queer teen leaving an abusive Christian church (I'm not sure if it's specifically Catholic or not, I'm Jewish and don't really understand the differences very well). Throughout the story Kristen meets Helio, finds out how much of a dick he is, finds out how terrible the Church has been and becomes more aware of how her family and the Church are racist/homophobic/abusive/etc., learns more about the world and breaks her ties with the Church, and then goes to find her own faith and a god worth worshipping.
girl is miserable for so much of the first season. girl is battling the brain demons. girl is battling the actual demons. and the actual angels. and the football coach who she knows from church. girl has brothers named bucky bricker and cork. girl invents a new god and cannot get people to convert to her faith apart from a singular dude named craig because she is so visibly annoyed by her own god. girl is gay and has a werewolf girlfriend. girl is so kinky. girl has a dexterity score of 4. not modifier. score. i'm kissing girl on the mouth i love her a lot.
She was a chosen prophet of Helio but oops she’s a very lesbian and so she has to battle with her faith hating gay people as she realizes she is gay people. Early on dies and goes to heaven and discovers Helio is a frat bro and doesn’t really vibe with that. Eventually dies again and fights past angels to get to Helios office and finds her old principal (who died to resurrect her the first time she died, it’s a long story, watch dimension 20, shits wild). And so he makes a deal to help her if she helps him break out of heaven. And also while she’s in heaven she makes a new god whole cloth out of her current beliefs. (She later finds that god annoying because it’s the embodiment of “YES! WOW! YOU CAN DO IT!!” The god turns from YES! Into Yes? In her changing faith. She later resurrects an old god of dreams who was corrupted). But yeah so she has religious trauma out the wazoo. She went to church camp that was actually a front for a cult within the Helioic faith. Idk if it’s Catholicism exactly cause I’m not catholic but it’s clearly parallel so some real world Christ based religion.
At one point they drop 10 stories because they thought they could use their ribbon to fly. They couldn’t.
her entire arc over fantasy high's first season is realizing she was gay and also that her church and the people in it were basically a cult which like SAMESIES and she does end up going to heaven after dying by slipping on corn and getting incredibly disappointed by the jesus equivalent of her universe (his name is helio and he is a frat boy) and after she's resurrected she makes her own god (not very catholic sorry) and preaches about it (pretty catholic of her tbh.) aside from the religious trauma some other kristen fun facts and highlights are that she once ribbon danced down the center of a spiral staircase and lived, she carried a bible around for a good chunk of her freshman year of high school, and her last name isn't a reference to anything because applebees does not exist in the world of fantasy high.
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SCP-166
Catholic deer girl. She’s just nature themed. Wants to have access to a Catholic phone line. But is not allowed to due to it risking the possibility of exposing SCPs to the world. But she has a rosary. Just unhinged.
She was just left in a convent and was raised catholic. But I love her because she has the most unhinged father and she's close to getting there istg
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#kristen applebees#d20 fantasy high#scp 166#just a teenage gaea#cct polls#tumblr tournament#tumblr bracket#tumblr polls#Youtube
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Black Arachnia is also fascinating to me. So much of her personality in the show is based on her knowledge of how people perceive her, and what she does in response to that. She's got body issues which i mean hey samesies. She tries harder as a Decepticon scientist, which I don't think she had any interest in science before Arachna 9? The way her frame reformat changes her psychology is interesting as hell. Especially since, in TFA, the frame based functionalism is strong as hell. You can see it in how they associate flight frames with Decepticons, how they treat Bulkhead's size, a lot of Bumblebee's interactions and his need to prove himself, and Black Arachnia is the strongest example of this tbh tbh. She was willing to work with Meltdown, fucking Meltdown who has a great history of being very technophobic, despite all the red flags. She was willing to do anything to go back to her original form... and I often find myself wondering what would've happened if she was able to achieve that.
The autobots wouldn't have taken her back. Most of the autobots full well think she's dead, and there's a chance they might up think she's a terrorcon if she got back on Cybertron. If that doesn't happen, they'd toss her in the stockades for being a former Decepticon. Hell... as much as she says the Decepticons were willing to take Black Arachnia in, we see that they still didn't treat her with full dignity. It's why I think she never went back even after arriving on Earth. She was technoorganic first, a former autobot second, a scientist third, and a person last. Not gonna get into the sociology of the tfa Decepticon hierarchy and social norms right now. For all intents and purposes, she's a rogue. She probably got somewhat attached to the dinobots because they accepted her immediately (... and ykw I can see many of the— terrans yes I'm going to call the mecha created on earth terrans sue me— could've been treated as technoorganic-adjacent.) But even then, she still looks at them through the lens of how useful they are. Which again again is thanks to the rampant functionalism in tfa. Both the autobots and Decepticons look at things in terms of "now how useful are you to us, and your usefulness will determine your worth) which pits is how IRL Functionalism in humans work as frag that's exactly where Transformers as a franchise got it from. IDWG1 has a lot of sociology and psychology inspiration from Jro's own fascination with it.
Anyways Black Arachnia, like many mecha in this series, is ultimately a cool example of people being a result of their environment. And she's a major mood thanks to this
#transformers#tfa blackarachnia#transformers animated#sociology#psychology#she's cool and i wanna put her under a metaphorical microscope and therapize her#and i wish we had gotten more interactions involving her and other folks#I'd argue that earth was really damn good for the mecha in terms of healthy psychology#... unlike how it was irl lol#psychology and mental health stuff imo has made leaps and bounds in a mere decade from my pov#i like black Arachnia; she's interesting and very lovely🥰#yes i admit i simp for her too#riot rambles
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seth sunday dating hcs -
Or, you’re ignoring the odd feeling in the pit of your stomach to date the magician who dresses like a goth ringleader. samesies tbh
(18+, mdni)
as always, an epigram:
“Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder go when it dies?” - Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury
First thing’s first: Seth is a flirt. A huge flirt. Partially bc he enjoys the reciprocal attention (he enjoys attention of any sort), but also because when he likes someone, he fixates on them
(It’s a bit of a chicken/egg situation - does They Who attract people who are prone to fixation to do their bidding, or do the people under their thumb develop these tendencies as a side effect? Who’s to say.)
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He tends to be a bit over the top in his courting, even by Morvant standards. Think deep red long-stemmed rose bouquets sent to your place of work. The classic heart-shaped box of chocolates, but almost absurdly large. Early on, they might not be too tailored to you, specifically — more generally understood symbols of romance. He’s still a believer in the classic and the glamorous, drawing on memories of the old Hollywood romances that captivated him in his human days youth.
All those early dates, though, will feel like he’s just looking for excuses to sit and talk to you for ages. Because he is!! Whether that’s over dinner at a luxurious restaurant you might not normally consider an option, or hot drinks at a charming little cafe. Expect long, meandering conversations about everything going on in your life, with him seeming fascinated by details that seem fairly mundane to you.
And the even weirder thing is, he’ll remember them all, well past you’d expect anyone to care.
You can’t help but notice though that whenever you try to talk to him about his own life - his family, where he was from - he would only ever talk about his various stints in traveling shows. He has stories galore, wild and weird, but nothing that feels… like the basic things you get to know about someone. The little things.
For someone who makes his living performing, it surprises you how soft-spoken he is. His voice, despite his appearance, is always light, gentle. You’re surprised how quiet he is at times, and find yourself instinctively closing the space between the pair of you to catch his every word. He mirrors this when you speak in turn, sitting only just far enough away to still be considered appropriate, his black eyes moving constantly between your lips and your eyes, as though he’s trying to keep up with both at all times. It’s enough to make you a little flustered every so often, especially when his fingers or his knees brush against yours.
When he does get to know you, expect the later dates to be flashy in a different way.
Expect behind the scenes tours of museum exhibits in surrounding cities related to something that makes you tick, some before the exhibit even goes public. Intimate art house performances, centered around themes he knows make your brain itch in the best way, all in little theaters in the local scene that you wouldn’t have been to until now.
Parties and dinners with creative, interesting people he seems to know from a vast and varied life, in which you’re both fascinated by the conversation, and apparently somewhat of a showpiece yourself, as he shamelessly introduces you to everyone with the air of someone who stumbled upon a magnificent secret.
From what little tidbits you’re able to pick up from his colleagues and friends, you get the feeling that Seth has been in creative scenes all over the world, and for what feels like an awfully long time for his age. Or at least, what you’re pretty sure is his age. His world feels huge to you, and still undefined — even the people he’s known for ages don’t know that much about him, it seems, or as much as you’d think.
You can’t tell if he’s rich and hides it well or just somehow absurdly well-connected, but he seems to know someone wherever the pair of you go, always running into a collaborator from a past project, or always seems to have a friend who can get tickets or an inside scoop to whatever fun thing you’re interested in.
The man always dresses to the nines, wherever you’re going. Mostly black, in sumptuous fabrics, but with the occasional accent of something eye-catching: patterns like Peacock feathers, or a splash of Big Top red. He always looks fantastic, and unmistakably eye-catching, ever the consummate showman. He’s not afraid of makeup, either, with his eyes usually lined in kohl and his nails painted in jewel tones. As much as he stands out, he’s unquestionably handsome in a way that reminds you of a storm.
You can’t deny the tiniest bit of exhilaration when you realize that even though everyone around the pair of you is looking at him, he’s only looking at you.
When the two of you have been going out long enough that it’s comfortable, he makes it clear that he has no issues with the idea of PDA. He always keeps his arm around your shoulders or waist, or wants to keep your hand in his (which is always surprisingly cold, like, to the point that you wonder if he’s seen a doctor about it).
He’s not shy about kisses - nothing too obnoxious, but cheek kisses, kisses to the top of your head, the corner of your mouth, et al are definitely not rare. Neither are kisses to the back of your hand, the inside of your wrist, even your neck if he thinks he can get away with it. He’ll ease up a bit if he ever embarrasses you, but it’s like he wants to transmit to you as obviously as possible when he’s absolutely smitten with you.
He is genuinely smitten with you, by the way. Because he’s absolutely making up for affection he never received himself, and this is just how he knows to make it clear. It’s not a performance out of dishonesty, but out of eagerness, and not being sure how else “real” people show it.
The man doesn’t quite seem to understand the idea of a chill date. He always wants to seem to show you a good time, take you somewhere and show you something you’ve never seen before, or treat you to something indulgent and extravagant. When you ask one night if he wants to stay in, he almost seems caught off-guard.
He demurs immediately when you ask about hanging out at his place. “I live out of hotels for work,” he says, with a smile and an unusually sheepish shrug. “I’m in a nice one right now, but still. Not quite the mood you’re looking for, certainly.”
So when you tell him to show up to your place with some movie suggestions and you’ll order dinner in, you’re not quite sure what to expect when you open the door.
…It probably wasn’t the vintage velvet smoking jacket over the most elegant looking silk lounge set you’ve ever seen in your life. But you also couldn’t picture him just being a guy in sweats from a big box chain, either.
But he’s there and positively beaming, with aubergine-colored eyeliner to coordinate. “I never get to wear these anywhere! How fun!”
...Are those satin slippers?
He immediately settles himself on your couch like he’s been there forever and pulls a bottle of wine that’s just the right level of cheap from a bag you didn’t notice him holding, as well as a variety of candy. (You can’t help but notice the man has a sweet tooth - you’ve never seen him say no to dessert.) “I thought we could use my Criterion login; I just couldn’t decide, you know? I wanted you to choose what felt the most ‘date night’ to you.”
Somehow it doesn’t surprise you that all his favorites are either black and white or from the very, very beginning of color film. The big Hollywood spectacles from the early days of film, with musical numbers and elaborate costumes and choreography to beat all.
He keeps his arm around you the whole time, not even hesitating. When he laughs at the old-fashioned banter in the transatlantic accents, it’s high, sweet. Almost childlike in the earnestness of it.
You’re willing to wait until the end of the movie, out of respect (and genuine interest, you really had never seen it before), before you jump his bones.
Yes, the part you’ve been waiting for:
If he’s captivating at a distance, up close, he’s a force of nature. He’s beautiful in a way that twists your stomach in excited knots. His eyes are fathomless — you look into them too long and you feel like your feet aren’t on solid ground anymore.
If you thought he was affectionate before, he’s even more possessive this close together. He already towers over you just standing next to each other, and he leverages this height now when he’s got you under him as a way of caging you, keeping you against the bare expanse of his chest (which is also troublingly cool, you distantly wonder while he’s taking off your shirt like it’s wrapping paper if he’s going to talk to a doctor about that—)
But you’re quickly forgetting anything else as his tongue skims your pulse, hot and hungry and blatant.
His mouth is everywhere on your torso, like he’s sampling you, trying to gauge the places that will make you shiver most. He’s good at watching you, lingering in the places that make you sigh or stifle a moan, his touch like sleight of hand in how he seems to know to set your skin aglow before you’re both even totally undressed.
Once you’ve both established a degree of trust to go further, he can’t help but get a little overexcited. He’s not shy about manhandling you where he wants you, but will just as easily fall under you, his eyes fathomless black and hungry as he watches to see how you’ll touch him.
The man’s a demon in bed, but the agony is only the kind you don’t want to end.
If at times his fingers seem somehow longer than you thought as they slide in and out of you, messy and noisy, or his tongue seems not-quite-human in how it delves deeper than you would’ve thought possible to make you scream — you don’t worry about it too long. You can’t really keep a clear train of thought right now, anyway.
If the name of God tries to pass your lips, even as only as a reflex, an interjection, it always seems to dissolve into a gasp or moan before it can actually reach the air. You don’t worry about that either.
He’s packing, but it’s not too far out of the ordinary… how he uses it inside you, however. That’s the thing that feels nearly supernatural. For seeming so sweet and smitten when the two of you are together, it’s nearly brutal in just how far he manages to push you before you finally come each time.
You swear you’re not going to have a voice in the morning when he’s done with you.
And of course, when he’s finished with you and you’re not quite able to be certain your thighs will hold you up (so covered in hickies as they are), he’s happy to take you to your room and clean you up.
You fall asleep in his silk pajama top, resting on his chest, as he pretends to doze underneath you.
You’re dead to the world when he seems to vanish underneath you at 3 AM. When lays down with you again a couple hours later, he feigns having just come from the bathroom, kissing each of your heavy eyelids as he holds you close again.
You think you’re dreaming when he smells faintly of smoke and a chemical you can’t quite name.
When you wake up for real, he’s waiting in your kitchen with your favorite little coffee drink and some pastries from an expensive little shop, perusing a story in the paper about a fire at the mortuary on the edge of your little hometown.
He greets you with that same enchanted smile, like you’re the most interesting person he could hope to talk to today, and sets the paper aside immediately, determined to plan a fun day out after last night. A movie, perhaps? Maybe a picnic in the park? Dinner at this little rooftop place he knows in the city?
He’s almost scarily perfect, for all his eccentricities.
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Just when you think you’re starting to get to know him, though, it feels like there are even more mysteries.
You come back one night to his hotel room after all, where he opens the door with a flourish —
And you’re immediately hit with the smell of something sweet, yet somehow musty. Like an antique store, or (weirdly) your grandmother’s house.
His face changes immediately, the cocky smile sliding right off. Something is clearly not what he planned.
He flips on the lightswitch, and the two of you walk in to the suite’s living room… to find the place full of vases on vases, all stuffed with your favorite flowers.
But they’re all withered. Dead, even desiccated, like they’d been sitting there for ten years.
“…Is this performance art?” you say, trying to lighten the mood, but he holds up a hand.
“Wait here,” he says softly, only just audible.
“Is something wrong?”
You’ve never seen him like this before. If you thought he was already tall, now he seems to positively tower, his spine taught like a pulled piano wire.
He stalks into the room, scowling at the flowers, searching for something. He’s muttering softly, and you can’t hear what it is, but he sounds pissed.
“Seth,” you call, unsettled. “What’s going on?”
Before he looks back to you, suddenly his eyes are different as he scans the room. They’re pitch black, like onyx stones set into his face.
You must have had too much wine at dinner, because for just a second, you’d swear they were all black. Every bit of flesh hidden by something almost like a film.
But when he looks at you again, they’re fine. “Give me a minute, doll face. Just stand right there for me, okay?”
Before you can ask, he skulks into the rooms beyond, into the dark
…Leaving you standing there in the doorway.
You know he asked you not to, but this is just so… weird. You step tentatively into the suite, the cute shoes you’d picked for your date tonight crunching softly on what must be a Persian rug’s worth of petals underfoot.
Why would he buy dead flowers? And in bulk like this? He had to have bought them this way, because they’re just so… old. No florist around Greymoon would’ve sold anything close to the condition these were in on purpose. You knew Miss Amelia who ran Della’s, her mother’s old store, would’ve immediately put her flowers in the composter the minute they were anything less than perfectly fresh. You know the little family mortuary out closer to the swamp started doing their own flowers recently (it was a bit of town gossip for a while, Miss Amelia wasn’t sure whether or not to take it personally), but even they wouldn’t sell them dead — that would defeat the point, right?
Out of the corner of your eye, something moves.
You turn to find yourself facing the open door to the suite’s bathroom, the lights flickering ominously just inside. Like they aren’t screwed in right, or like the bulbs are almost burnt out. It’s just as odd as the flowers — this is a relatively new hotel, closer to the city than your little town. Everything still has that new ‘fresh paint’ gleam, making the rickety lights and the ancient-looking flowers stick out even more.
You’re aware, at the edge of your perception, of something about this just not feeling… right. Too many things out of place, in ways that don’t seem to have explanations that make sense.
You’re still trying to make the pieces fit together when something in the bathroom mirror moves.
You step back, your skin suddenly cold as you realize you’ve been staring right at someone that didn’t belong there. That they might have been staring right back at you.
The light flickers again, and it doesn’t account for the movement you just saw.
Almost like someone was in there, stepping back from the glass.
You look towards the little hallway Seth disappeared down, but you hear nothing. Your mouth is dry, and you can’t decide if calling out for him would save you, or just attract whoever’s in there right to you.
…You pull your mace out of its hiding place in your date night ensemble (what? Things were scary for a queer person lately), your finger hovering over the button. You’ve never had to use it before. You didn’t think you were going to need to use it tonight.
But if someone’s here, waiting for you two...
You step inside.
Part of you wants to call for Seth, still. He’s kind of intimidating, when you first see him, all legs and dark hair and sharp cheekbones. And even though you’ve never heard him raise his voice at anyone, always polite if not a bit of a charmer, you’d feel better with him there.
But you’re in here, now. This place is bigger than you realized — the bathroom an L-shape, and you’re standing right at the corner. Someone could get to you before he could get here, too.
There’s no sound of motion — no rustling, no careful footsteps, no settling of the floor. But you’re positive what you saw: a figure, not quite as tall as Seth, but still had a few inches on you.
You lift your mace to eye-level as slowly as you can, afraid of making any wayward noise yourself. Holding your breath, you step around the corner —
And see nothing.
Your arm falls slowly, your stomach churning. But… but you’d just seen someone. As real and solid as Seth was. There was nowhere they could’ve possibly hidden.
You look back to the mirror, as if searching for an answer there… and pause, realizing there’s something else there now.
WE’LL BURY YOU
The letters are huge, in a smeary red… something. Viscous, almost… dried in some places. Clumping, crusted at the ends of the letters.
But where you can see there should be texture, it seems… flat to the glass. Smooth.
You’ve stepped to the mirror before you entirely realize it, your body pulling you towards the discrepancy subconsciously.
You reach your hand out towards the glass, wanting to figure out what it is — and your fingers feel nothing there.
There’s no substance on the mirror.
You rub your fingertips across it, trying to smear it, but it’s like the glass is between you and whatever it is. Like it was somehow written on the other side of—
A hand falls heavy on your shoulder, and you let out a surprised shout, whirling on the source.
“Sweetheart,” Seth says, voice low and eyes flashing. “I know I told you…”
Before he stops dead, his gaze falling on the mirror behind you.
His hand slides across your back to your other shoulder as he moves towards the mirror, drawn to it as you were. And, just as you had, he touches his hand to the letters… before pulling away clean fingertips.
“…Seth,” you whisper, watching him stare at his own hand in befuddlement. “I saw someone in here.”
He looks up immediately, alarmed. “Where? What did they look like?”
“I don’t know,” you whisper. “I didn’t see their face, I just— I swear I saw someone reflected in the mirror. But there was no one when I walked in…”
Frowning, Seth scans the bathroom, as if the vandal is going to peel themselves from the wallpaper or drop from the ceiling. Or appear on the other side of the mirror’s glass.
After a moment, he does something even more puzzling: he grins, sharp and oddly… unsettling. Like there’s more anger behind it than laughter.
“Don’t worry about it, pet.” He waves his free hand, his other sliding down your shoulder to gently grip your upper arm. “It’s just a joke.”
You blink. “A- a joke?”
“A practical joke. A little jape, at my expense, from some colleagues.” He links his arm through yours, steering you gently away from the mirror. “It’s all harmless fun.”
You can feel yourself frowning, still confused. “…Is this what practical jokes are like in your line of work?”
“Of course! The mirror is a neat little trick, wouldn’t you say? Some corn syrup and food dye, painted in just the right way. It must’ve taken them ages,” he says, and his tone veers from light into something else for a moment.
“And the flowers?” you ask tentatively.
“Oh, they must’ve seen the little display I set up for you,” he says, managing a chuckle. “And decided to swap them out. Really, I’m going to have to call them up and ask them about it. Figure out how they got in here,” he adds, the smile dropping for just a second long enough for you to see. “Anyway,” he says, guiding you towards the front door again. “I’m just going to leave a message and an extra tip for the housekeeping staff, and we’ll go get more dessert somewhere while we wait, shall we?”
As you follow him out, you sneak a peek over your shoulder, down the hallway he’d disappeared into.
You catch the barest glint, in the light, of something steely driven into what must be his bedroom door. It looks like… a scalpel?
Nevertheless, he sweeps you downstairs, and before you can fully process everything, the two of you are splitting a complimentary plate of the best mochi ice cream you’ve ever eaten in the hotel’s impressive restaurant. When you try to inquire further about the so-called joke, Seth laughs it off, like it already happened a million years ago. If there’s followup or retribution you never hear about it after.
At least you can say you’re never bored when you’re with him.
#seth sunday#the miraculous mr. sunday#slasher oc#magician oc#necromancer oc#slasher oc x reader#david dastmalchian fc#genderqueer reader#non-binary reader#plus size reader#fat reader#morvant mortuary#monsterkisser fics
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Noticed you reblogging a whole lot of tbh's. Are you by chance... Autistic?
(love that for you if so! Samesies!)
haha, maybe! I follow a tbhposting blog and they just did a big wave and there was a lot i couldnt help but reblog bc i love autism creature. I think it's EXTREMELY likely i am cuz theres a lot of shit about me that i don't think u can explain in any sort of neurodivergent way but I've never had a formal diagnosis, just seen my autistic friends say things and thinking I've got fairly similar experiences. Not sure if I am autistic but I think that's a combination of having no actual psychologist to really bring that up with and me maaaybe masking for pretty much my entire life so I'm not sure what is and isn't me accounting for potentially autistic behaviour/thoughts? Either way I know I Am A Lil Quirky Doe and I know I have ADHD so it's really something that's always been in the back of my mind.
#lagoonleague#my posts#asks#i mean. im out here drawing horses online. theres something there at least.
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#this was steven when harrow started talking about avatars <3#its also something steven would actually say out loud i feel#samesies tbh#mood knight#moon knight#edit#meme#steven grant#mcu#moon knight ft tumblr moods
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bunch of tags i’ve been trying to add but i’m lazy but i will soon bc they’re thematically relevant and i want to obsess over them-
he’ll have to close an eye - there’s a lot of bitches in this series who lose eyes alright
rhymes with freak - all the theon prophet stuff. i think i’ve tagged all of it but i’m not sure
you have to know your name - i like to refer to this as “ironborn wildin out”
fairy tales in asoiaf - i wanted to include both things considered fairy tales in asoiaf as well as fairy tale references
mythology in asoiaf - ditto for this
courtly and chivalric love - idk why i didn't start this blog with this tag tbh that one's on me. is chivalric a word. is there another word i'm thinking of here.
knighthood and oath keeping - this tag is all fucked up because i tag it like 12 different ways
echoes of sansa and arya - i'm populating that tag rn!!! i did retag some stuff with it though
mother alyssa dolorosa - i might tweak this tag slightly but there's so much crying mom holding her dead oldest son stuff in this series i gotta have something. the "alyssa" part is for the alyssa arryn story btw
jon and the aemons - i have retagged this one but i want to add more to it, i don't have enough maester aemon stuff
robb stark ultimate dead girl haunting the narrative - very proud of myself for adding that one haha
some tags that i want to be very tumblr 2012 about since i already have that sansa/arya tag so whatever-
aligon, from the song under my skin by jukebox the musical (it’s in my playlist lol) - the beating of your heart is making me bleed from within
laenyra - fond and more than fond. maybe its boring whatever!
rhaenyra & jacaerys - haven’t even retagged yet
rhaenyra viserys & daemon - i’ve tagged it just haven’t given it a ✨special tag✨yet
theon & robb - samesies
lyanna & jon - haven’t retagged yet, no special tag yet smh
dunk & brienne - that one is just going to be "dunk and brienne parallels" but i've tagged it really inconsistently so it's kind of fucked up
#getting on my soap box#a lot of these are like. themes i noticed as i was reading.#this is mostly so i'm not contineously working off the little sticky notes at my desk at work alskdjflskdj
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Those two posts go hand in hand tbh the one about how sad it is to see Tumblr pulling away from its roots as a blogging platform and the one about how I like the badges; one of the biggest strengths Tumblr has is the features that allow people to feel distinct, unique, the ability to express themselves. I learned the basics of coding back in the day so I could create my perfect custom blog theme, something I never would have done if not for that specific motivating factor. It was part of the draw!!! The ability to customize, to not feel flattened into some samesy box, to feel like there were choices to be made. In the current Internet climate every social media is so restrictive, and it feels so impossible to locate our own voices, and I hate to see Tumblr begin to fall victim to the kind of corporate stupidity that says "if we want to be successful we have to be just like everyone else"; Tumblr can't be just like everybody else, and if it tries not only will it fail to reach the "everybody else" market, it will lose the devoted followers who came to Tumblr for Tumblr, and then what's left?
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hello hello hello! i know you mostly engage with musical hamilton and co. and not the historical figures...but thoughts on historical whamilton?
it's my guiltiest ship because it feels wrong but i love it so much. it's so complex tbh. hamilton saying he never ever felt warm feelings for washington but still being incredibly loyal - lafayette telling him that he knows washington holds hamilton in much higher regard than he thinks? both men's political legacies being tied together and how really, hamilton was one of the people who didn't "betray" washington compared to his jeffersonian, virginian counterparts. the trust there??? washington apparently saying "call colonel hamilton" every time he got important news, letting hamilton into the culper ring???
like i'm not saying that their professional letters aren't everything but i'm saying that their professional letters aren't everything.
badeyesightdog's historical whamilton art keeps me alive tbh.
YEAH I agree! there's really not a lot of historical whamilton content compared to musical whamilton (and even that. there's so little 😭😭😭), but that ship is so interesting to me
I can't really explain what fascinates me about it but it's like. Hamilton being so loyal to Washington while claiming not to like the man. the deep trust despite the artificial distance. both of them losing patience for the other for entirely different reasons.
I like to think that the way their personalities clashed could have ignited,,,,,, something else ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
so yeah. samesies <3
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🏳️🌈PRIDE COLLECTION - ELYSIUM🏳️🌈 Part One !
featuring: Tory [he/him, bi + agender] & Maci [she/her, pan]
weeooo since everyone in the Elysium palace is some shade of lgbtq+ and also samesies I started to put together some cute pride flag pics for June!! tbh the specifics of all our characters is kinda just overall ✨ loose & fluid & whatever✨ but,,, for the sake of drawing cute flags,,,,,…. TO START, the palace’s VIP OG central couple of COURSEEE
SOME QUICKK NOTES:
🌈Tory’s gender identity is kinda more just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but I’m really tryin to use up all these flag colors lmao. as per Tory’s handler @fenixethekid, he is choosing to go with agender if he had to pick ‘cause it’s got the best color scheme so lmAO—
🌈FYI I immediately abandoned the couple format after this pic and just started loosely matching flags with characters s. so. this is about to get extremely random from here
🌈And I just wanna say really EVERYONE IN ELYSIUM starts off default bi until specified otherwise as i dddoooo not draw straight people i dont want them<33 so really this collection SHOULD be a billion bi flags- it’s not- but Maci and Tory can take the crowns and the lead fggk and the rest of this will be cherry picked for some diversity instead of doing absolutely everyone all together!
there’s a handful more of these coming and they’ll be out during the week so stay tuned!! tag for all of them will be right here!
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the funniest option to the devs not responding anymore is that the stress of being this terrible at running a petsite is causing them to have a messy, messy old fashioned break-up in the background tbh
i know everyone wants to either coddle them or drown them in a lake rn (samesies!!!) bc they are either being willfully incompetent or malicious at this point, but i'm really just wanting it all to have a funny ass conclusion that blows up somewhere public (maybe even....... here on salty loria!!!) so we can keep talking about it for years
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you were a horror gal? samesies altho I guess I still am one? I feel you on struggling to watch films. I watched 4 new films this year (one I loved so much I somehow watched it three more times)
purple >>>>>
worst films you've seen? 🦇
i think i’ve watched maybe 2 films this year? my sister made me watch turning red and i watched pride and prejudice just to carry on with the eng lit theme.
WORST FILMSSS?!
i asked my sister and she said the polar express?! disowning her.
i’ve watched some just flat out really bad horror movie sequels, prequels, etc. but that’s all i can think of 🙃
i quite enjoy bad movies when they’re funny bad, if they’re boring bad i’ll just forget about them tbh 😅
#🦇 anon#i cant believe she said the polar express it is ART.#she says it’s boring i say it is revolutionary
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RAH hello elle I have not been getting very many tumblr notifications on here you have been very quiet lately. tbh samesies. heart emoji. hru
HELLO!!!!!!!! im doing good, just more tired and kind of swamped with tests and also doing a project and also working on my NEW! IMPROVED! PRODIGY REFERENCE SHEET. so i havent had time BUT i should be back to it in about a week and a half
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