Introduction (2.0)

Welcome to my Blog! Here you'll find all my Hetalia related art, as well as occasional ramblings and rb's of other people's lovely art.

A bit about me:

I go by Spider!

I'm 21

I use they/them pronouns and some neos ONLY. no she or he

I'm from Florida, USA (unfortunately). EST Timezone.

I'm autistic AND I have ADHD. Understandably, I do struggle with social cues a lot, so please reach out to me if I say or do anything to let me know. Most likely, I won't realize when I've potentially said or done something to upset someone, so please let me know.

I draw quite often

I am always open to new friends! However, I am generally bad at reaching out first, so please do message me if you wanna be friends!! I promise I'll respond.

Language-wise I only speak English, but I am slowly learning French. (Emphasis on slowly)

I own five reptiles!! Three snakes and two bearded dragons (I do post them occasionally on here, pls filter out tw snake if needed). And I technically co-parent my brother's bastard gecko.

My other main fandoms (that you won't see on here) are ATLA/TLOK, Taleblr, FNAF, Spiderverse and The Owl House. I am currently watching Criminal Minds and Percy Jackson and The Olympians, and I do have somewhat of an interest in Jurassic Park, the Monsterverse, Fionna and Cake, PJO and What We Do In The Shadows.

My top ten favorite movies are Across The Spiderverse, The Batman (2022), Venom, Five Nights at Freddy's, Puss In Boots: The Last Wish, Godzilla Minus One, Into The Spiderverse, Kong Skull Island, Jurassic Park and HTTYD.

I also really enjoy rock/metal/goth/punk/alt music. My favorite musical artists are Nickelback, Delilah Bon, Babymetal, Måneskin, Ice Nine Kills and Rammstein- but I also enjoy artists such as Siouxsie and the Banshees, JT Music, Hanabie, Band-Maid, Lesbian Bed Death and Nine Inch Nails. I like horror movies, online korean webcomics, goth fashion, cats, horror related media and animation. I'm a fledgling goth (or baby bat) and tend to enjoy drawing characters in goth or alternative fashion, so expect some of that here!

About my Blog:

My favorite characters are APH America and APH Canada. Outside of those two, I also like Japan, Ukraine, Romano, France and Prussia, mostly. These are the characters I am most likely to draw

I'm a multishipper with no absolute 'favorite' ship. I like Rusame, Amepan, Romerica, CanUkr, Prumano, Spamano, Spaprumano, Sufin, Prucan and FrUk. I'm pretty neutral on Gerame, Nedport, Asakiku, Giripan, Spafra, Itapan, and a few others. Generally pretty open to most pairings though.

I do not like any -cest pairings whatsoever. I am not going to argue about this. Please do not tag any of my NA bros art as ship; I will block you.

I do have a Statetalia AU and have made all 50 states as OCs. You will see them occasionally here. (If you also like statetalia please be my friend I'm 100% serious)

I will generally put a clarification on posts as to whether or not I mind it being tagged as ship.

I ramble and rant sometimes about my life on here. It will usually be tagged as 'spider talks'.

I don't usually do requests, but if you really want to see something from me, please send it in an ask!

My ask box is open. I highly appreciate asks.

You may rarely see a suggestive/nsfw piece of art on my page. I do not draw such things often, but please do filter out cw suggestive and cw nsfw if you do not want to see that.

I do not write on ao3 anymore, but I highly recommend those who have one to check out this fic! It's rusame and my favorite hetalia fic of all time- characterizations are on point.

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Sylvanas and the Jailer

I feel like it’s a fair complaint that there is just.. a lot we haven’t seen about the relationship between our two Big Bads that explains all the relevant character and story beats happening with Sylvanas right now. HOWEVER, I’d like to lay out what we do know, and I think its enough to intuit what exactly the context of their relationship was/is. 

Side note: Yes, Zovaal is still horribly underdeveloped and hopefully that changes soon. We still don’t know how he managed to convince the literal Paragon of Loyalty (Devos) to betray her covenant and there better be a damn good reason.

So at the very base of it, Sylvanas and Zovaal decided to work together to tear down the system they both hate and build a fairer one in its place. When they were about to reach that goal, Zovaal reveals he never intended to honor the “fairer system” part of the deal so Sylvanas turns on him. I find it fascinating that although Zovaal clearly betrayed her, a lot of people frame this moment as Sylvanas betraying him. He just declared he wanted everyone and everything forced to serve him, and somehow it’s Sylvanas doing the betraying. Interesting...

Anyway, the biggest complaint from the raid finale people seem to have is: 

How could she be so stupid to believe the JAILER wanted to give everyone free will? (Actually what a lot of people were thinking was “Goddamnit! I wanted to kill that bitch!” but they weren’t all just going to say that outright so they latched on to something more reasonable to explain why they’re mad)

So let’s think about that complaint for a second!

First of all, we don’t know if she fully believed him. They had a deal and he broke it. We don’t know yet if she had a plan in case that happened. We have to wait to find out. 

My speculation is Anduin managed to convince her to come up with contingencies - if she didn’t have any already - considering Zovaal literally gets into his head to possess him. Anduin could have learned his true intentions in time to warn her.

But why would she make a deal with this clearly evil guy in the first place?

Think about what we’ve been told already:

The Eternal Ones locked Zovaal away with domination magic, but was eventually able to free himself enough to turn that magic into a weapon against his jailers and had no concern for who got hurt along the way.

Sound familiar?

Arthas turned Sylvanas into an undead slave with domination magic, she was eventually freed and used her new banshee magic against the one who enslaved her and had no concern for who got hurt along the way.

I don’t see anyone talking about this very obvious parallel! Why wouldn’t Sylvanas see the Jailer as a mirror of herself to relate to? Someone she can project her own ambitions and hurt and anger onto? We don’t have the details about how they met yet, but I guarantee Zovaal used their similarity to convince her to help him. And based on her knowledge and fear that she was damned to the Maw when she died, it would be completely out of character if she didn’t side with the guy trying to bust it open. 

And remember, Zovaal is only using domination magic because his siblings bound him with it first! That horrible power that Arthas used to enslave Sylvanas? That was first used against Zovaal. This is why I don’t get the complaint that Zovaal is the reason for every bad thing that’s happened to her so she should hate him.

Yes he made Frostmourne and the Helm that gave Arthas the ability to do what he did to her, but 1) the lich kings were Zovaal’s only means of getting his influence out of the Maw to crack it open and 2) the game dialogue has made it clear that Zovaal did not control the lich kings like he wanted to and they all had free will. They were corrupted, not controlled. Arthas himself decided to raise Sylvanas and torture and enslave her, no one told him to do that. If you want to get technical it was Ner’zhul telling Arthas to attack the Sunwell which led him to Sylvanas, but Zovaal didn’t control Ner’zhul either.

With that said though, I can definitely see her redirecting her hatred for Arthas on to Zovaal now that she’s learned what his real intentions for getting free were. And he looks a lot like Lich King Arthas with his fancy new armor so that will be pretty easy to do. 

&& whoa little songbird,         still your breath and bite your tongue -                 your fight is far from over,                         your life has only just begun.

〔 LULU ANTARIKSA, 21, CIS FEMALE 〕╰  DAPHNE OPHELIA WRIGHT just  came  over  half - blood  hill .  you  know ,  the  child  of  APOLLO who  was  claimed  ten years ago ?  i’ve  heard  chiron  say  that  she  is OBSERVANT & COMPASSIONATE ,  but  if  you  ask  the  aphrodite  kids ,  they’d  say  they’re  RETICENT & WILLFUL .  i’d  say  they  remind  me  of  messy buns and yoga pants with a grin that says ‘i haven’t slept in a week’ , empty pizza boxes with poems and lyrics scribbled across them , coffee cups forgotten on windowsills , whispered apologies as the sun sets , pushing yourself to your feet no matter how hard you fall , fingertips moving over the strings an old and well-loved guitar ,  especially  since  they’re  NEUTRAL/FOR THE NEW CABINS .

basics .

name :  daphne ophelia wright . nicknames :  oph , lia , wright , banshee ( only her sibling can get away with calling her this ) . birth date :  nov. 20th, 1999 . gender :  cis female . pronouns :  she / her . ethnicity :  indonesian / white .  nationality :  american . hometown :  santa monica , california . demigod abilities :                   - curse creation - can curse others to speak in                 rhyming couplets for a time .                 - archery expertise - naturally skilled with a bow .                 - vitakinesis - can heal herself and others ( to heal                 others she must sing to her father ) .                 - audiokinesis - control of sound waves and music .                 - excels in the arts - musically inclined and excels                 in all forms of art cabin number & godly parent :  cabin seven , apollo . how did their godly parent meet their mortal parent? :  ophelia’s mother knew what she was doing , had purposely surrounded herself with people she knew would attract the god . she herself was talented with a violin , the sort of talented that never grew famous but left a lasting impression on those that heard her . 

muse  appearance .

faceclaim :  lulu antariksa . height :  5′2 . hair colour :  dark brown / black . eye colour :  golden blue . dominant hand :  right hand . distinguishing features :  her eyes , which are typically blue . dress style :  casual or athleisure is the best way to describe her style . she generally wears jeans , shorts , or some sort of leggings paired with a worn-out t-shirt or hoodie . only wears shoes when she has to .

camp - related .

go - to  weapon : a bow that was a gift from her father , a xiphos that is the only thing of her mother’s she kept . ambrosia :  a fresh funnel cake drizzled with chocolate and caramel , covered with powdered sugar . favourite camp location :  the north wood , deep enough in that most other campers don’t come around too often . their opinion of their godly parent :  she loves her father and is as close to him as any demigod can hope to be with their godly parent . age they were claimed : eleven years old . how they were claimed : ophelia’s childhood was an unusual one , even for the child of a god . she knew very early on that she was a demigod, but never knew who her father was - that changed not before her eleventh birthday , when events occurred that would’ve left her orphaned in the eyes of the mortal world . her father came to her in person , leaving her in the care of an old satyr that would take her to camp half-blood . the satyr left her to walk through the woods to the camp alone , refusing to get too close and ultimately making it nearly impossible for the girl to convince anyone that she already knew her father and had no reason to stay in the hermes cabin. it would be the next morning that she was claimed, after a night of refusing to sleep in the hermes cabin and instead spent sneaking around camp. stance on the new cabins : for  the  new  cabins / neutral . reason for their stance :  she understands why people would want their own space , especially with so many of the demigods being fulltimers at camp , but hasn’t really given the whole situation much thought . their opinion on lyssa pentelute :  she does not like lyssa , at all, full stop . even if ophelia did understand why lyssa was acting out - which she doesn’t - she can’t stand her on a personal level . quests : several ! the last of which took place when she was 16/17 and didn’t go very well for her .

personality .

positive traits :  observent & compassionate . neutral traits : tenacious & ardent . negative traits :  willful & reticent . mbti :  infp . alignment :  neutral good . hogwarts house :  gryffindor . kinsey scale :  2 . archetype : "the wise old man” self & “the innocent child” persona . what candle scent are they :  black cherry merlot . goals & desires : her main goal is just to help people whenever she can . fears : turning out like her mother . hobbies :  singing , playing with whatever instrument is close at hand , drinking more coffee than any one person ever should , painting/drawing on things that probably shouldn’t be painted/drawn on , hanging out in the tops of trees . habits : humming under her breath , drumming her fingers against her thigh when nervous or stressed .

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so this is ophelia, my newest kid. below you’ll find some Fun Facts™ about her. feel free to hit me with any questions you have <3

- TRIGGER WARNINGS: child abuse/neglect, death/murder, all just mentions but just to be safe <3

- ophelia’s mom? not a good woman by any stretch of the imagination.     - she was a demigod with a minor god for a divine parent, resented the gods and camp.     - had two demigod children - ophelia & her older sibling ( will be a wanted connection ) - with two different gods, was raising them to be weapons.      - she never told the kids who their other parents were, taught them twisted versions of stories that made the gods and heroes out to be much worse than they were.     - she named ophelia ‘daphne’ because she thought it was funny to name the girl after one of the people apollo could never have. ( info on the myth of apollo & daphne ) - ophelia and her sibling were homeschooled. - her stepdad was good to her and her sibling - as much as he could be anyways. took them out to have fun whenever their mom would go on ‘business trips’.     - this is how the kids actually ended up learning about the gods a little better, and were able to at least guess at who their parents might be - it helped that when they asked, their stepdad didn’t hide it from them. - their mom found out and was pissed. she killed the kids’ stepdad, it didn’t go according to plan tho and instead of being the well-trained soldiers she’d been raising ophelia and her sibling retaliated - they’d tried to act fast enough to save their stepdad, but they couldn’t save him. - ophelia had struck the killing blow against their mom, narrowly missing her sibling with the arrow but she’d trusted that she’d hit her mark. - she sang in their stepdad’s final moments, something in her gut telling her it was what she should do - but even a child of apollo can’t heal all things. - her dad showed up, some things happened that i’ll explain someday, and the kids were on their way to camp. - she was claimed at dawn the day after arriving at camp. - when she was 16/17 she went on a quest that didn’t go as planned      - one of the heroes that was with her turned against the other two, badly wounding the other that was with them before going down. they had no ambrosia which left ophelia, and she only had the strength to save one of the two in that moment, already worn down from the quest and having to heal herself. she made her choice, saving one and ending the other’s suffering. - she refused to go on more quests after that, and left camp when she turned 18 with no intention of going back. - she was living in manhattan when the battle happened, had two mortal roommates that had fallen asleep when the spell washed over the city. she very nearly stayed out of it, but her heart just wouldn’t let her sit by if she could do something to help. - she... technically fought on the side of the gods, but only attacked monsters, while helping demigods from both sides. - she came back to camp to help after the war, and has stayed for some reason she can’t quite figure out.  - her sibling calls her ‘banshee’ bc she’s always had a habit of singing or humming sadly when things die/are dying.

Ashes to Ashes

Damian had been called to Darnassus, to at least help their new benefactors prepare them for war. The news from Kalimdor was not good. The entirety of the Horde was mobilizing, and reports had reached Dalaran of the massive dagger of forces that had been thrust into the heart of Darkshore. Word would have reached Gaia that small Alliance forces had been fighting a desperate battle to prevent the Horde from overrunning Darnassus and that casualties were high. Finally, after some time, Damian's voice came over their private channel on their comms. "Gaia...darlin', it's bad over here," he said, his voice grim. "I didn't expect this much. We've lost people already......one of the guards died in combat. A couple others are hurt and injured. I'm fine....I had the Golem Mk II with me, but there's a lot of people here that weren't so lucky. Darkshore is being overrun.....we're preparing to pull back to Darnassus as we speak. I think you should meet me here, but leave the baby with Songla. This isn't a fit place for Visenya or Songla right now. I may need your expertise."

Reality seemed to have a strange way of becoming surreal. Visenya rested in Gaia's arms as she stared out of the window. To her the rest of the city seemed small in comparison to the gap with Damian's absence. A nagging voice had told her to go after him the moment he left, but she didn't. At the time it had felt very important to be with Visenya. Perhaps that was something to do with Zachromu and his ways, or some maternal instinct. She didn't choose to weigh out which had influenced her more, but she certainly didn't care for the silent game. Biding frustration became easier with each moment. No doubt due to Songla's company. But rather than share those thoughts, she had focused on reading engineer manuals. Though the projects she put her mind to had kept her up moreso than her daughter. Given the nature of Azeroth, it was easy to get lost in the preparation of war. Yet with such distractions, nothing made her more alert than the chirp of the com coming to life. Hearing Damian's voice was reassuring if not difficult to believe. So she concentrated on listening to him as he spoke. But when it came her time to speak, she paused to collect her thoughts. "Expertise? Could you elaborate more, Love?"

"Your a better scout than I am. I think I'm going to need your scouting expertise. And your bow. It's bad, and it's very hard to explain. I think it's better I show you than tell you."

She sighed lightly as she rose with Visenya in her arms. There was a soft exchange of words between her and Songla before she spoke to Damian. "Alright. It will take me some time to get there." 

"I'll meet you in Darnassus," he said softly.

"Meet you by the Temple of Elune," she replied before moving to pack her things. Fortunately she didn't have much to put together given she was the paranoid type to do so in advance. Songla was thankfully okay with obligating more time to Visenya. And it was clear Gaia would have to repay the favor in full one day.

Songla for her part helped her pack, and promised Gaia that Visenya would be fine, and that the two of them should be careful. A portal was arranged for Gaia to travel to Darnassus. When she arrived, the once tranquil city was a scene out of a nightmare. Refugees from Ashenvale and Darkshore littered the streets, all of them entering the portals to take them to the ships that would take them to Stormwind. When she arrived at the Temple, Damian would be waiting for her. He looked tired, as if he hadn't slept for days. Zachromu was with him, and even the little whelpling looked put out by the events he already knew would happen. Once Gaia was there, Damian wrapped his arms around her and held her close, wordlessly holding her for as long as she would allow. Finally, he broke away from her. "I'm sorry. It's.....it's good to see you." From what she could see, he was uninjured. "There's a lull in the invasion, but it's.....it's bad." He lead her to the edge of Darnassus and offered her his rifle to look across the ocean towards Darkshore's shoreline. She could see the sea of red even from their perch. "Lor'danel is all that stands in their way of taking Darnassus. That's where our people are now. Kyle, one of the guards, died a few nights ago. The others are beat up. I promised I was done, but I can't leave them to die."

Gaia had been quick about departing from Dalaran. When she arrived in Darnassus, it certainly held an air of misery. Despite that, she didn't invest in the suffering of those that were injured. Instead she made her way to the Temple where she found Damian waiting for her. He looked about as haggard as their stay on Argus. "I didn't realize raising a family wore you out like this," she teased. But it wasnt at all in relation to what she had been doing. Sensing the emotion in his embrace, she brushed her lips against his cheek. "I expect every day is good to see me, Love." She hadn't added more as he led her to the edge of Darnassus and offered his rifle to her. Adjusting the scope and peering through the lens, she could quickly make out the devestation and horde development in recent days. "...What's left of Lor'danel anyway..." She frowned slightly and looked at him, before glancing around them. "This is a suicide mission. No way can the Kal'dorei contend alone against the Horde. And I don't imagine the Banshee Queen holds any reservations when it comes to raising more of the dead." Gaia pursed her lips and sat up, resting his rifle across her lap. "Damian, how many people are stuck there?" 

"Of our people? Elora, Ser Chaynal, Ser Varsen, Adamar, the newcomer Marvic, Lord Arian's squire....and me. Technically. There's a rogue somewhere, but he fell during the last battle and we're not sure where he ended up. One of the guardsmen died during the night a few nights ago." He turned to look at the smoke rising from the forest. "This is.....this was pointless. There was no reason for this. I thought better of the Horde, but if they're truly capable of following that murderess in something like this.....that little hope of peace between our peoples will be dashed." 

Had it been one or two people, she could see the operation being more feasible. While he would never admit it, she felt Damian's defeat. Gingerly she reached to take his hand. "If there is anything to be done... It's better to act now before all opportunities waste away." Her other arm lifted his rifle off of her lap back to him. "War does not make tracking easy, let me just say..."

"No. We might be able to stop the Horde from inflicting any more casualties on the civilian population. I'm going to need you to look for civilians while I'm doing the fighting. I know you can handle yourself, but if something happens to me, I'd rather one of us be alive for Visenya.....but I don't plan on dying here, suicide mission that it may be. We need to save as many people as we can, then we retreat.”

A dark look crossed her features. While her skin was already darker from the Void's influence, she felt that his suggestion was horribly planned out. "Who said I was okay with you playing in a warzone? And if you expect me to be saving anyone, it will be you if you do something reckless. I didn't come here to condone the idea of you dying. So you best not say something like "if something happens to me."

He offered a tired smile. "That's my girl," he said fondly. "Calling me on my bullshit." He was teasing, but he was very tired. "I know it's not okay for me to be doing this after I promised you I would get out.....but I can't let innocent people die, Gaia." He reached out and brushed her cheek.

"Then let me shoulder some of the burden, Love." She said moving closer to him. Her hand settled along his side as fingers gripped along the edges of his belt. "I will aid you in what I can. Do not try to compensate with the impossible when I am here." Her lips brushed against his lips to quiet him.

He returned her kiss softly, his eyes closing as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. She held their kiss for what felt as long as they could afford. Her eyes slowly opened as she retreated from him. "Let me help you." He opened his mouth to say something, then smiled sadly and nodded gently. "As you say," he murmured softly. "We have a daughter to go home to, both of us. If you get hurt, I'm going to be rather cross with you."

"I understand that. And this isn't what happened in Highmountain." She assured him. "Have some more faith in me?"

He reached up and stroked her hair. "I have the utmost faith in you, my love. It's me I'm worried about. I don't think I'm strong enough without you."

"Well... you are strong. But not as strong as you could be with me." She said with a hint of mischief. "Though if we're going through with this, I might have a potion to help with your current state."

He smiled slightly.  "A potion? Is that what you're calling yourself now?" She snorted. "I call myself your wife or awesome. But no, I have something here." Pulling out a small rejuvenation potion, she offered it to him. "It isn't much, but I'm sure it will help." He smiled faintly and reached up to touch her cheek. "You are so good to me."

"I try to be. Now drink up. We have work to do."

He nodded and drank, feeling the small hurts and wariness leave his frame. "Thank you, my love." She grinned and rose. Her hand offered to him as to help him up. "You're very welcome."

He reached for her hand when something caught his ear. He turned just as what looked like flaming rocks came flying from across the beach of Darkshore. Time seemed to stop as he reached her and dove for cover as the flaming balls struck the tree. The screams began as the flames started to take the bough of the tree. He scrambled upwards, helping her to her feet. "To the Temple! MOVE!" He took her hand and pulled her towards the Temple, the flames starting to lick upward and burn the buildings and the very ground beneath them. Smoke, heavy and black, flowed across Darnassus, choking those who were there. Women and children were directed to the portals leading to Stormwind. Damian stood at the entrance of the temple, staring into the flames with horror. "They did it. They actually did it." Somewhere behind them, Genn Greymane was screaming for someone to help his wife, to make the priestesses leave. He only listened in passing, his eyes scanning the fires and the people still trapped by the flames.

She gripped his hand when her ears raised to the same sound. Turning, she watched the first rock strike against him tree. Part of her was in disbelief, mainly given that the catapaults launched the rocks over the body of water between them. But moreso because their operation was already failing. The branch that had been holding the debris above them snapped. She met the ground faster than the branch had. The sound of screams did little to ease the chaos that Darnassus now faced. Looking to Damian as he brought her to her feet, she nodded. As they ran, she watched the civilians around her run or get caught in the destruction. While she wanted to help, the smoke and fires quickly sought to deter any act of heroism. As they reached the Temple, she found her lungs filled with smoke. Coughing to clear away the smog that clogged her pipes. Reaching up with her free hand, she swiped away the moisture in her eyes. "We need to help them."

He nodded. He stripped himself of gear that would weigh him down before he let out a growl and let his body change, his muzzle forming and his bones breaking and reforming as he let out a howl as he took his worgen form. He would need the extra speed. "I will check the market," he said in a rough voice. "You check the banking platform and the flight master. Be safe, my love." He had no time to say anymore as he fell on all fours and loped towards the marketplace. There were civilians all over, trying to avoid the flames. Using the wells around the marketplace, he cleared as much of the flame as he could to let survivors escape back to the temple of the Moon, but the flames kept coming. He was desperately trying to save as many civilians as he could, but the smoke began to get to them. He soldiered on for as long as possible, but to no avail. He began to cough, getting dizzy and feeling sick to his stomach.

She had drawn her mask up to help filter the smoke. As he was preparing, she was mirroring him in a sense. "Understood. You be safe as well." She had only a moment to watch him off before she hurried in the direction of the bank. The large nightsaber shaped tree was ablaze. Several bankers were trapped inside. Some probably no longer conscious given what smoke they were exposed to. She evaluated her options and quickly reached for a piece of tree that was blocking the opening into the bank. "This way!"

She was happy to see people were helping one another in the evacuation. But she hadn't made it to the Flight Master yet. Given that the portal led to the base of the tree, it was going to be a bit more of a risk. But she didn't have time to consider when her body was already moving.

She had reached the portal and found herself halting abruptly. From what she could see, the portal was in flames on the other side. The tree that framed the ancient gateway began to collapse as people were materializing through. "LOOK OUT-!" Her eyes went wide as she witnessed the tragedy of hope diminish in a series of embers and smoke. Stunned by that sight, she found herself unable to move.

Damian caught up with her and reached for her as the world became flame. He fell to all fours and pulled her onto his back. "HOLD ON," he screamed, before he raced towards the Temple, dodging the trees and buildings that fell, threatening to end them and their world. Soon, the Temple came into view and he reached for it as a heavy ember fell and crashed down, blocking the Temple entrance. They were the last to get to the Temple......those who survived would get sent through the portal. Damian collapsed in exhaustion. The Sentinels that remained moved to help the two through the portal, and left the Tree to burn. Teldressil, the World Tree, was lost.

@gaia-heartstrike (Excerpts from our roleplay) 

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Teen Wolf: Season 6 Episode 6

Happy New Year Guys - To start this year off with a bang we’ve got a brand new episode of Teen Wolf. And boy did it reveal some things about what could happen. Let’s start with the carousel and the opening credits.

The carousel in Canaan has horses like most other carousels. What makes this carousel different from the others is the blood covering those horses. Now there isn’t anything really signficant about that fact (other to provide the audience with the thought of death). However there is one shot of those blood covered horses that we’ve seen in every episode. And it’s in the opening credits.

Now, gerneally, film and tv producers/writers/directors have everything said or done for a purpose. The darker lighting in Canaan compared to the scenes in Beacon Hills is to create a mood. It makes the place feel scary and spooky. Just like how you’d imagine a ghost town would be like. In this season’s opening credits we see images and snippets of film of past seasons and what may come in this season. At first I thought “It’s the last season, they’re probably putting these bits in to explore the history of the show and how far the characters and the show itself has come,” And that’s a reasonable explaination. But looking deeper into the opening credits can reveal some interesting stuff. I found that a majority of those images and snippets can fit into four catagories, although some overlap. These catagories are Season 6, Past Seasons, Allison and Other.

Let’s start with Past Seasons. The first thing from a past season we see is Scott’s bite. Not much there. Other things include Scott’s Fangs, The Beast, The Darach, One of Allison’s Silver Arrows, The Nogitsune, The Oni, A Bezerker, Mountain Ash, The Dread Doctors, Scott creating the pack’s symbol into the metal, the Kanima seen through Issac Lahey's dad’s glasses, the Kanima’a claws and the female alpha werewolf from season 3. There’s not much there. However, there’s a few things in there that relates to Allison; The Beast, The Darach, The Silver Arrow, The Nogitsune and The Oni. The Beast was defeated at the end of Season 5 because The Beast saw Scott’s memories of Allison who looked exactly like her ancestor, Marie Jean. She was instrumental in the defeat. Just like she was with the Darach. She sacrfised her life for her father. That lead to Darach being defeat. The Oni were defeated because of Allison who figured out that silver killed them. The silver arrow is one that SHE made. However, the Nogitsune and the Oni (who were under the command of the Nogitsune) were instrumental in the death of Allison. Apparently, according to the anonymus ask I had today, there was an Allison Scream. Either I wasn’t listening/watching closely or it didn’t happen. But incase it did happen, I thought that these parts of the opening Credits might be useful. The third catagories is Season 6. We see four things about Season 6 in the opening credits. The Carousel, The Ghost Rider, Someone punching the glass and the school doors opening with wind and leaves blowing through. We already know that wind and leaves blowing indicates the arrival of the Ghost Riders. And obviously The Ghost Rider is the Ghost Rider. As we found out in the episode, the carousel is the carousel from Canaan. And it’s also kinda obvious that the someone punching the glass is Mr Duglous. There’s not actually a lot to read into for these images and snippets. However, there is in the last catgory: Other. This is snippet of a flower landing in the water. I’m pretty sure it’s a lily. This I read into a lot. A lily is a common funeral flower and symbolizes the soul of departed recieving restored innocence after death. (Source) And who do we know is dead? Allison, Matt, Kate, The Darach, The Nogitsune, Theo’s sister, Parrish (technically) and Claudia (although she’s not). I really feel that the writers/producers/directors wouldn’t have added that in just to make up the given time of the opening credits. 

Okay - enough reading into everything. Let’s get onto some important things from the recent episode.We learnt that:

Theo is afraid of going back from wherever he came from. That what he experences was worse than death

Argent knows Celtic names of Herbs

That when the Ghost Riders leave a town, all the souls they take become Ghost Riders.

That the Ghost Riders wouldn’t stay unless they were stuck somehow

To further explain these points: 1) What did Theo experience? Well... As an older sister with a younger brother, I would probably do terrible things to my brother if he killed me and I got the chance to seek revenge. So who knows what Theo experienced. If it’s worse than death, I doubt that Theo will tell us. I need to talk to Theo’s sister.

2) And Melissa is pretty handy with Google Translate and can figure things out that no one else might. She’s also a very big risk taker.

3) Will Stiles become a Ghost Rider? Only if the Ghost Riders leave Beacon Hills. And as Theo told us/Liam and Hayden, The Ghost Riders are stuck. Hopefully the rest of the pack will be able to save Stiles before then because I don’t want to see Stiles’ soul to turn into a hollowed Ghost Rider.

4) What if the reason why The Ghost Riders are stuck is because of someone coming back to life? The entire population, minus Lenore and Caleb, of Canaan were taken by the Ghost Riders. Like Theo said, they wouldn’t stay to take a whole town. There’s only two similaries with Canaan and Beacon Hills; Someone came back from the dead (Claudia and Caleb) and there was a Banshee (Lydia and Lenore). However, we didn’t see Claudia alive until after Stiles was taken so we don’t know if Claudia really is the reason why the Ghost Riders are stuck. We know that the whole reason why the Ghost Riders were in Canaan was because Caleb came back to life.

I’d also like to make another point that I’m thinking about. The two people who remember Stiles completely are Theo and Grandpa Stiles. Both were out of Beacon Hills at the time Stiles was taken. This may mean that if you don’t live in the same place as thsoe taken or are out of town at the time, you still remember that person. Just some food to feed your theories.

Questions I’d like answered soon

What is Mr Duglous doing? Why were the horses bloody? Are the Ghost Riders going to leave Lydia behind when they leave town? What does Theo know that we/The Pack don't? How did Lenore get in contact with someone/something to bring her son back? Did The Ghost Rider's get stuck in Canaan because of Caleb? - Is that why everyone but Caleb and Lenore survived? Why is Claudia Stilinski Alive? Who brought Claudia Stilinski back? What did Sheriff Stilinski see?

Headline Potpourri #96

According to thespian Emma Thompson, way back in 1998, Donald Trump called her offering accommodations and suggested they could have dinner sometime.  If we are to abide by the axiom that what happens between consenting adults is their own business and that he did not unduly threaten her after she declined, does this even rise to the level of a story?  After all, Trump was apparently extending his potential conquests courtesies Bill Clinton wasn't at nearly the same time.  Just ask Juanita Broderick.  

A Virginia man dressed as the Joker and carrying a sword was arrested in part for wearing a mask in public.  You think the sword wielding would have been the more obvious charge.  Technically, this acolyte of the Crown Prince of Crime was wearing makeup and not a mask.  Shouldn't this same law also apply to infidel sows adorned in burqas?  

In a lecture titled “Can The Religious Right Be Saved?”, Russell Moore condemned the pastors of his youth that articulated a variety of outlandish statements found nowhere in the Bible.  What, sort of like the ones Moore spews forth now? 

Outrage has erupted that Trump announced his regime's intentions to enforce immigration law as originally promulgated.  But aren't we obligated to obey the law because it is the law?  After all, that is what businesses are told faced with choice between providing services for gay weddings or financial ruination.  

An HBO producer has plead guilty as an accessory after the fact in the drug death of a 38 year old doctor and mother of three.  For the dumping of the body in a hallway, the U.S. attorney said in an issued statement, “Marc Henry Johnson's immediate response to seeing a dying overdose victim should have been to summon help.”  That is probably the right response.  However, isn't it a bit much to extend the sympathies of victim status?  For not only did this woman prefer dope and booze over her children, but as a doctor shouldn't she have known of the impact that results in the overindulgence of these vices?  Seems she is responsible in part for her own unfortunate demise.  

So if we are supposed to collectively get jacked out of shape over comments made by Bill O'Reilly about a Congresswoman's suspected wig, will society call as vigorously for the condemnation of those mocking balding and graying men?  Wonder if those vociferous in their condemnation of Bill O'Reilly's comments ill be as outspoken in their condemnation of the knockout game or when deadbeats pillage after unpopular jury verdicts in order to loot wigs and assorted haircare products.  

Jeb Bush has admonished President Trump to stop saying things that are not true.  Wonder if the failed candidate was as bold in the criticism of his father's and his brother's respective regimes.  

In a Ted Talk, Canadian broadcaster Coleen Christie warned that citizens must be cautious about getting their information from social media because that would mean your neighbor with a thing for cats becomes your news director.  By that, she no doubt meant the important task of informing the public cannot be left to amateurs.  William F. Buckley once remarked that he'd rather a chance being governed by the names in the opening pages of the phone book rather than the faculty of Harvard University.  Along those lines, often these professionals are only groomed for their roles largely because they look good in a short skirt and a blouse with a plunging neckline or because of what secret society they have likely pledged unwavering allegiance to under threat of disembowelment.  

In criticism of the so-called “Benedict Option” where it is suggested Christians withdrawal into a quasi-monastic seclusion in order to avoid cultural decay and doctrinal contamination,  in SermonAudio remarks Pastor Sean Harris also articulated harsh words about those that retired to the beach or even Christian retirement communities.  The pastor counseled that time in these sorts of places needs to be limited because they supposedly keep one away from the body of Christ.  What he really must mean is that such alteration to one's life circumstances would end up directing funds away from his particular congregation.  For are there not churches in beach communities if one is there that often and not congregations affiliated with or minister to Christians in active adult communities?  

Yahoo News is celebrating a child with Down Syndrome as the changing face of beauty.  Mind you, these are probably the same pro-abortion ghouls that in any other instance would have pressured parents to eliminate a defective child.  Let's see if the public still flocks to support the child when the child is not so cute anymore and he's about a 200 pound middle aged individual still needing to be looked after in a manner similar to a toddler.  

There is no winning with some shrill banshee feminists. President Trump is condemned for wallowing in the sins of the flesh over the course of his public life.  However, a Washington Post harpy now condemns Vice President Mike Pence for living by a standard where he never dines alone with a woman other than his wife and does not attend functions where alcohol is present without his wife there with him.  

Franklin Graham film insists that doctors surviving ebola was a miracle. On Fox News, Graham said this was a story of God saving the lives of these missionaries. If one is going to say that, isn't it conversely the story of God not saving the lives of the thousands He allowed to succumb to this epidemic? Don't like that observation? Why not just say those not weakened by living in squalor and filth might have a bit more of a chance of battling the disease? Perhaps Christian filmmakers ought to give a bit more consideration the implications of what they are saying.  

Activist busybodies are now calling for the end of public applause because the gesture is offensive to the deaf. Instead,the emotion once conveyed with this gesture is to be expressed through jazz hands. But doesn't that exclude the blind unable to notice waving hands? But then again, most blind people --- unlike a significant number of deaf --- haven't organized themselves into borderline terrorist groups threatening violence against those pursuing cures to this affliction.  

The State of Mississippi considered a proposal where parents would be graded regarding the extent of their involvement in the education of their children.  Like it or not, report cards are part of a permanent academic record used to either reward or punish students in terms of future opportunities or the lack thereof.  As such, what is to prevent such an assessment from being used against parents in terms of the child protection racket?  

Wonder if those so jacked out of shape at a Canadian license plate roughly reading “Assimilate” in reference to the Borg battle cry from Star Trek but not because of any opposition to cybernetic varieties of Transhumanism but out of a desire of minorities to retain the lifestyles of their native lands still demand handouts from the Western societies that they despise so vociferously but can't seemed to renounce the creature comforts of.  

The latest buzz surrounding Cinco de Mayo is lamentation regarding cultural misappropriation.  In other words, even when they abandon the celebratory commemorations of their own culture in favor of those of a preferred demographic, White people are apparently still obligated to sit around glum-faced in reflective self-loathing.  

New York Magazine insists that the Second Amendment makes America vulnerable to ISIS attack.  Does the magazine plan to publish a similar article regarding potential terrorism resulting from lax immigration enforcement and swarms of refugees pouring over the border?

On Facebook, I stumbled across a church with a recycling ministry where used items such as furniture and other related things are being collected for international students matriculating at a nearby university.   Theoretically, why would the offspring of Alibaba founder Jack Ma or even Prince Harry himself be more worthy of such eleemosynary than the progeny of a Appalachian coal miner or a laid off factory worker?  In the vast majority of cases, foreigners coming to study at American universities aren't Kalahari bushmen.  Rather they are going to have a significant degree of wealth to begin with if they are coming here just to study.   As such, isn't it just as wrong to limit one's charity to those of this particular origin as it would be to limit one's charity to White's only?  Furthermore, if these items are no longer good enough for you, isn't it racist to assume that these cast offs are good enough for foreigners?  Isn't it about time Christians end this underlying contempt of their own countrymen?  

Fox News talking heads applauding Trump's Libery University commencement oration insisting critics are never successful. But doesn't the network's ratings success contradict that message?

In his Liberty University commencement oration, President Trump insisted critics never really accomplish anything.  But didn't Trump ride a continual drumbeat of incessant criticism to electoral victory?  There is nothing wrong with that.  He just shouldn't now attempt to market himself as perennial positivity.  

These pharmaceutical commercials make it sound if you aren't in the doctor's office constantly that you aren't blessed but rather missing out on life.  Most of the folks on these medicines aren't out riding horseback or climbing mountains.  Their trips to the doctor's office are about the only place they go at all, that a struggle, and takes it out of them to the point that they never recover.  

Interviewee on Fox News insists that a good parent ought to find and nurture a child's talent.  As Donald Trump's unofficial propaganda office, would they endorse that message if the child's greatest skill was criticism?  

German Chancellor Angela Merkel announced that Germany is destined to become an Islamic state and that is something that the native population is just going to have to come to terms with as a demographic and political reality.  At least there is the consolation that they can hope she will be forced to put a bag over her head as well in compliance with Sharia law.  

Bill O'Reilly will appear weekly on Glenn Beck's radio program.  But according to Glenn Beck, Trump's carnal proclivities will lead to the acceleration of America's cultural decline but it is apparently. Yet it is apparently acceptable for Beck to finance O'Reilly because it's doubtful someone as full of themselves as O'Reilly is going to pontificate for free.  

Maybe if Microsoft just sent out security updates and not attempt to download entire new copies of Window's onto customer's computers, people would be more diligent in updating their devices.  

Outrage has erupted over a group of “White nationalists” that organized a protest in response to the removal of a number of Confederate memorials.  Do these same mainstream media outlets emphasize the radical proclivities and ideological backgrounds of the activists behind Black Lives Matter demonstrations or the shrill banshee rallies where the psychotics on weekend release from the looney bin parade around the nation's capital in vulgar costumes?  Likewise, in reference to President Trump's commencement oration, WTOP referred to Liberty University with the modifer “ultra conservative”.  Are the network's listeners similarly systematically informed of the political correctness endemic to the Ivy League each time one of those expensive indoctrination centers is referenced?  

It was remarked from a pulpit that someone cannot be prayed for unless the need is communicated.  Isn't this essentially saying that, if God has to be told the juicy details of a specific need by the hired help, He is not quite as omniscient as assorted sermons make Him out to be.  

So does the sermon claiming that it is acceptable to outwardly display our depression and to tell these feelings to God now repudiate past sermons that if you are depressed it was probably because you were in a state of sin to begin with?  

In a podcast, Russell Moore claimed that the current church does not mobilize WOMMMENNN to the same extent as in the past.  This actually translates as ecclesiastical functionaries jacked out of shape that the pool of free labor has about dried up.  

In a message on family, a pastor suggested if young people his puberty at between 10 to 14 years of age, they should be allowed to get married.  And who is supposed to provide for this couple?  The pastor lamented that, in some countries, 15 year olds fight wars and, in America, 30 year olds play video games.  But so long as the 30 year old has some sort of gainful employment, doesn't that comparison actually summarize the superiority of American system and way of life?  Because in most instances these child soldiers are actually taken from their families against their will.  

A congressional aide was condemned in the media for criticizing the deportment and behavior of the Obama children.  It is claimed the condemnation was justified on the grounds that to mention the families of politicians violates an “unwritten rule”.  There is nothing really wrong in violating an unwritten rule.  Such a standard has not been implemented through the established procedural channels nor necessarily agreed to be binding upon those not willing to abide by it.  If a subjugated population is forbidden from criticizing the progeny of their rulers and thus by proxy the the rulers themselves, shouldn't the spouses of those holding elected office also refrain from criticizing how Americans raise their own children as well as refrain from imposing their own dietary peculiarities upon public institutions over which they exercise no legitimate authority?  

An episode of Generation's Radio was titled “Filmmaker Chastises Christians For Watching Films: Film Has Usurped Church”.   In the discussion, a Christian filmmaker provided a summary of his upcoming projects.  In the synopsis, he namedropped that one film featured actor Harry Anderson.  The producer reminded that, before his decline to has-been status, Anderson starred as the judge on the sitcom “Night Court”.  So if the sanctified believer is to refrain from these sorts of worldly entertainments, how is anyone in the listening audience even supposed to know what “Night Court” is?   Admittedly, I saw a few episodes of “Night Court” in my youth.  It must be pointed out that a significant percentage of the comedy on the series derived its humor from double entendres.  I will admit that at times I enjoy that sort of borderline risque humor more than I really ought.  But neither do I host a podcast where it was once insinuated that your daughter might turn out to be a lesbian if she is fascinated with The Little House On The Prairie books.  

Trump's Ramadan remarks have been condemned for largely being aimed at terrorism.  If terrorism is what comes to the mind of the average person when they hear terms associated with Islam, isn't that largely the fault of the violent Muslims?  Buddhism seldom suffers from similar bad press.  How is Trump's hijacking Ramadan as a pretext to discuss terrorism any worse than the litany of leftwing politicians co-opting Christmas in order to guilt-trip voters into supporting calls for increased social welfare budgets?  

By Frederick Meekins