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[drcaspiancrow]

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Caspian ʚ ɞ they/any ʚ ɞ adult My little corner of the internet where I post my art, random thoughts, or anything else I want to. Join in on the ride if you want. meet the artist Feel free to dm me! I love chatting with people [|87 tags and stuff below read more :>

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gifs used for header and my intro post are from @/voldsoys ilyyyy

pfp by @/herylonboard

Currently running two rp blogs, my dema oc seven (@017625), my vulture clancy (@culturepoacher). my lovely torch (@lightoftrench) is run by @/voldsoys!!

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dnd campaigns/characters

my dema oc seven :)

ooc stuff

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twenty one pilots

twenty one pilots theories and just general stuff about the story

fnaf

[alltheghostiesart]

young nico & keons but as women for fun!! (I'm a lesbian, this is a pride month gift to myself.)

(there is another more fun exciting part (18+) that you can find on my private twitter @/alttheghosties, tumblr hates fun)

read one time to figure it out for the version where they're boys!

[drcaspiancrow]

torn between not wanting to be spoiled for man of tomorrow and also starving for corensupes content

[skeletonvalz]

rly want an hug right now, or 8h of sleep

[megabunzz]

Not sure if anyone has done this yet

(help me I’m so obsessed with them)

[emobugterrarium]

What does blurry think about spooky licking everything?

[runningto-runonsentences]

hello all i am back for more lore talking bc i was talking to my friend my buddy and i think i figured out how this stupid fucking story works

so like, it's been irking me since city walls dropped, how does the cycle actually work? because as i've discussed i am 100% confident we only follow one clancy throughout the story, from hds through city walls, and there is plenty of allusion to it not being as simple as just like, straight up reincarnation.

so walk with me here. the only people we can safely say are aware of the overarching cycle are nico (as a former clancy), keons (definitely a former bandito, i do not subscribe to the former torchbearer theory but it's a possibility!), torchbearer, and clancy post-voldsøy. everybody else seems to not be aware of the cycle, or at least the full scope of it.

we also know that dema is not as old as it's presented as. and i've talked about that before, but i like to be thorough, so to recap: clancy outright says this, lmfao, in i am clancy ("...an old city. well, they say it's old, there's just no proof.") PLUS, it's alluded to in some of the fpe letters, including one from a dema citizen to a bandito talks about how he, as a librarian, has access to ancient vialist texts and that the history put forth by the bishops is not entirely accurate.

moreover, we know the bishops must be aware of voldsøy/the neds, because they have (presumably just the one) pair of antlers, yet they specifically leave it off maps of trench and hide its existence from dema citizens. this is intentional to keep the source of seizing a secret, and keep the true nature of it hidden from the citizens.

now, we know keons arranged for clancy and torch to arrive on voldsøy as seen in the background ned's cozy fireplace, and based on how he acts in the outside music video, we can safely assume torch is definitely not new to the island. and after clancy's arrival on the island, meeting the neds, and receiving the power to seize, he seems to be very much aware of the overarching cycle. that's when we get i am clancy, and its mentions of the cycle, that's when we get his "still alive" message, and when we get his letters about taking power back; like clancy has very much changed his outlook after this, because he is starting to understand the full scope.

there is also the running theme of being "asleep". clancy describes his past in dema as him being asleep, and says that citizens are all kept that way. not to mention "we've been here the whole time. you were asleep. time to wake up" and "i'll tape my eyes so i don't fall asleep again", plus clancy's numerous mentions of being unable to go back to sleep now that he's been outside the walls. i think one of the meanings here is that of understanding how this cycle works.

because of seizing being specifically an ancient "miracle", and the mysterious nature of both voldsøy and the neds, i think knowing about seizing explains that there is more going on, and possessing the power like clancy/the bishops allows for a deeper understanding.

of what, you may ask? so that's the thing that has been irking me, and the best way to for me to articulate it is via hadestown. again.

i've said on here before that because i think tyler is always clancy and josh is always torch, there has to be a time loop of sorts at play, and i think it functions the same as hadestown does.

so you probably know this but as said i'm thorough, but in hadestown, after orpheus turns around, the song "road to hell (reprise)" is sung, and at the end, orpheus and eurydice see each other once again the same way they do at the very beginning, immediately setting up the next performance. you also probably know that city walls ends with the heavydirtysoul siren, and that torch looks like he's waking up at the beginning of that video.

i think clancy becoming a bishop is our orpheus turning moment, and our "road to hell (reprise)" is the banditos taking the other bishops' places and torch leaving ("that's not clancy up there anymore" exchange). in place of orpheus and eurydice seeing each other again, we instead get the loop beginning anew via the hds siren, and rather than seeing each other, clancy and torch instead begin to search for each other again ("can you find me? (can you find me?)")

this allows for time to pass as well, obv nico/the bishops have aged by the time we catch up. i also personally think seizing probably ages you, i think such a power would drain you to use for years on end, like surely there is some kind of tradeoff like that? but regardless, time passes between a cycle ending and us catching up with it. it's a supernatural world i do think a bit of aging can be somewhat handwaved especially when the timeline of events is THIS incomprehensible.

no matter if you believe tyler and josh are always clancy and torch, clancy and torch are always the same at their core the same way orpheus and eurydice are the same even as their actors change between performances.

for the record, i do think clancy and torch are always tyler and josh. while we identify with the characters as titles, which tyler said was their intention, josh and tyler will never be apart of a cycle without the other.

(aside: the reason i don't subscribe to the "keons is a past torchbearer" theory is because i think it is antithetical to the character of torchbearer. torchbearer will never become another party in the story. the same way orpheus turns, the same way hermes must watch the story play out, torchbearer will never take the bishop robe when it is offered. that being said, it's a fun idea! just not one that i think should be canon)

the last thing i'll add is that i think this idea helps us to understand why torch walks out of the tower. we know he wouldn't give up on clancy, that's like his whole character motivation, and i think his awareness of the cycle plays into why he walks away. he knows he will find clancy again, it's why he's calling back to him in drag path. but it's still not easy, which we can clearly see in city walls, and even i am torchbearer. this is the most doomed cycle that has ever doomed or cycled and yet there is still hope caught up in it all ugh

[runningto-runonsentences]

not to revive the streak of lore essays i went on last year but upon rereading clancy’s journal entries, especially those posted in 2018-2019, it’s kind of. insane ? that the whole “vialism is a hijacked religion” is just not brought up very often lmfao ???????

like the whole thing is about cycles, right? this is how the cycle continues. the bishops get their power from weaponizing a religion, and the reason clancy believes he can truly fix dema, a city synonymous with said religion, is because there was a time when it wasn’t a weapon. this idea drives so much of clancy’s actions, especially towards the end, and it seems to fly under the radar.

(also, man, i wonder how significant the role of a weaponized religion would be in an allegory about mental health written by the guy who also wrote drown, downstairs, addict with a pen, implicit demand for proof, doubt, polarize, ode to sleep, need i continue)

“how did they so efficiently eradicate the dreams within us? when the bishops instituted vialism as mandate, they effectively reversed the hope that many arrived with. am i the only one who realizes that we’ve been lied to? am i the only one not afraid of the notion that the nine have hijacked our trust, and extinguished the hope that once motivated our existence? we used to close our eyes and picture a better life, now this city is full of dry eyes caught in a trance of obedience, devoid of any trace of an identity. the only significant light i’ve seen has been in the eyes of the smeared—such a curious sight, to see bright eyes strangled by the darkness of bishop hands. as their penance fades, so dims their memory of something more.”

that’s from the THIRD JOURNAL ENTRY. not to mention:

“they can learn what i’ve learned, and fly by all of the constructs dema has placed in front of them. we will take it back.”

“…and a resistance is growing inside the concrete walls—one powerful enough to burn out all of the stale teachings, and usher in true hope—and a path to actual life.”

“their mystery begins to fade as a method to defeat them becomes more clear.”

“i am a citizen of an old city. well, they say it’s old, but there’s just no proof.”

“their authority comes from two things: a miraculous power, and a hijacked religion. one feeds the other. a cycle. it’s called vialism.”

“and there, i was given a gift, thought to be extinct. i now had the same exact miraculous power they wielded from their towers.”

like he’s screaming it in our faces and i feel like i don’t hear it talked about enough. vialism is not just like, a suicide cult, and seizing is an ancient power, and they have been twisted together to fuel this cycle of power. seizing wasn’t always the way we see the bishops use it, and they keep it a secret because they don’t want the people to find out they corrupted this concept far older than the city. a city we have no idea the actual age of. and like ive talked about what i think vialism originally was (tldr; the album vessel) but it’s kind of insane how often this pops up and is just fully, openly, a huge part of clancy’s internal conflict over how much he care for dema.

[cryptidca]

gemma: can yall just kiss already

( @sleepeys and @neonblasphemy again 🥺)

[rageisinourveins]

x

[aliensharkigator]

[kryptidfiles]

Dirty Dancing

Pairing - WC: David!Clark Kent x bsf/theater actress!Reader | 700 (sorry It was meant to be 300 per the challenge!) Summary: The familiar comfort of scripts, dinner, and Clark's apartment starts feeling a little too close to call friendship. Day 5 of June Jukebox Scribbles Tags: flirty and fluffy, Clark yearning hours, mutual pining, close proximity (dancing, singing), almost kiss mwah mwah mwah💋

rewatched Spider-Man 3...do the twist

event masterlist

Practice stretched well into the evening, the way it usually did when you showed up with a new script and that hopeful sparkle in your eyes.

Clark listened to your audition monologue until the words lived in his bones, pausing only to offer soft notes slower on the turn, breathe before the last line, don’t rush the heartbreak.

Every time you launched into it again, you shined brighter each time. Pride and this deep and aching warmth swelled in his chest each.

Dinner followed like always: garlic, basil, flour dust on the counter this time.

You at his stove. Him passing the salt before you asked. Flour on his shirt from when you’d accused him of hovering and flicked it at him. Tomato sauce smudged across your cheek after you leaned in to taste from the spoon he held to your lips. 

Clark knew his gaze lingered lately.

Maybe because his apartment started keeping you even after reluctant good-bye's and good-nights: your mug beside his coffee maker, his blanket you stole when you were cold, your stack of books claiming his nightstand with a bossy little, “Trust me, Kent. These are good.”

Somewhere along the way, his favorite part of every day had become waiting for your knock at his door. 

And now, his neighbor's record player crackled through the paper-thin walls. A familiar opening harmonica kicked in as a bright and bold croon followed.

Hey, hey, baby!

You perked up, turning to him with hands clasped to your chest. “Oh, I love this song, Clark!”

He grinned. Of course he knew that! He knew everything you loved with your whole heart.

Before he could answer, you traded the wooden spoon in his grasp for yours and tugged him closer.

“C'mon! Dance with me! I need the practice!”

Clark didn't hesitate. One broad palm settled low on your waist, fingers splayed as he drew you in. The other laced tighter through yours. Your bodies pressed flush from the start, and he couldn't help but tease you.

"'Kay, but careful," he spun you toward the dining table. "Can’t risk burning Metropolis’s star actress before her big audition tomorrow."

Your laugh warmed him clear through as you slid over the hardwood in imperfect sync, singing under your breath while the kitchen gathered around you in all its mess: flour streaked across his shirt, sauce bubbling too hot on the stove, a dusting of parmesan on the counter, your script abandoned dangerously close to a smear of olive oil.

I said, "That’s the kind of gal I’d like to meet."

Your hip brushed against his thigh on the turn, then again, cheekily. Clark’s hand hand dared to slid lower. Flour dusted from his shirt onto yours as your breasts pressed against him after each twirl and twist.

"She’s so pretty," Clark sang again, eyes holding yours as the words no longer felt borrowed. "Lord, she’s fine."

Your lips pressed together, and you ducked your face into his chest bashfully before he could see too much of what all of this did to you.

But Clark felt it.

Your fingers curled tighter around his bicep.

Your breath caught against the cotton of his shirt.

Clark’s thumb traced a slow circle over your spine as he dipped his head close enough to catch the scent of your shampoo beneath garlic and basil.

"I’m gonna make her mine, all mine," he sang against your hair.

He heard your heartbeat jump instantly, and so did his.

Finally, you looked up at him, face illuminated in the golden kitchen light.

"All mine," you mouthed back, squeezing his hand.

Traces of city noise, music, the sauce, your script all faded beneath the rush of blood in his ears.

All he saw was his best friend. His favorite person.

The one who had been with him through every bad day, every small victory, every lonely stretch of life he'd never quite knew how to fill.

The woman he wanted beside him for every tomorrow he could imagine.

One flour-dusted hand rose to your cheek, thumb swiping gently at the tomato sauce there, but neither pulled away after it was gone.

Gosh, you were so close.

Close enough to notice the way your head tipped just so with a half-lidded gaze fixed on his lips.

Close enough that if he ducked his head just a tad lower—

I wanna know if you’ll be my—

A violent hiss erupted behind him, and you both startled apart gaspin.

“Shit, Clark! Our dinner!” you yelped, slipping from his embrace to point.

Clark groaned, lunging to cut off the stove while you scrambled for a dish towel, wiping at the spill with shaky hands and laughing like you hadn’t just almost kissed him in the middle of his ruined kitchen.

The pasta was spared, the kitchen still stood, the actress unscathed. And whatever almost happened between you was merely...delayed.

Because when Clark looked back at you, still smiling at him like he hung the moon and eyes lingering on his lips.

—my girl. Hey, hey, baby!

Only one thought remained.

Soon.

He was going to ask you to choose him differently.

I'm gonna make her mine, all mine.

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[tvgoop]

happy birthday backpack boy

[neonfretra]

[Image description: Drawing of Twenty One Pilots characters Blurryface (left) (backpack boy) and Spooky Jim (right). They are teeny tiny organisms. End description.]

[emobugterrarium]

can my spooky play with your spooky i have to run errands make sure they don't get hurt

[Image description: A reference sheet for Sarah behindtheband420's Spooky Jim design. He is an alien with green skin and antenna that droop when he is sad. She wears a futuristic white bodysuit with knee-high boots. They have a human form with light colored skin and no antenna. End description.]

i feel like i cant promise she wont get hurt . just given the way these two are . but yayyyyy playdate yayyyyyy ^_^ minimal biting ok ^_^

[emobugterrarium]

#YAAYYY PLAYDATE!!! #your spooky gets one lick. as a treat #her antenna can sense emotions btw if you wanna fuck around with that -- @behindthebands-artwork

how many licks to get to the center of espuki....

[emobugterrarium]

Would you Rather. hAve. Unlimited bacon, but No More Games.OR b games. Unlimited Games. .........butnogames.

is there going to be a pop quiz?!?!

[emobugterrarium]

#answer the question blurry. -- @drcaspiancrow

[emobugterrarium]

Spooky & Blurry & Ty, but it's that terrifying 3D animation tootsie pop commercial with the robo skeleton and dinosaur from the early 2000s where the dinosaur wraps its tounge around the tootsie pop waaayyy too many times (Spooky coded tbh).

we bad. we bad...

WHAT THAT TONGUE DO. MOSTLY JUST EVIL WET WILLYS. LIKE A HUMMING BIRD. MLEM.

[emobugterrarium]

its hard being the evil alter when your stupid gay alter KEEPS STEALING YOUR JOB!!!!! !