Well.

Watching camp cretaceous AND HOLY PEOPLE ACTUALLY DIE????

Imagine you are Akutagawa. You wake up a blank slate- knowing simply your name and your purpose: protect the princess. Protect the commoners. Those are your only thoughts. Your only duty.

And so you do.

You must slay the evil that threatens the princess. Slaughter it so that it never darkens her doorstep again. Destroy it so that no commoner must fear again. But what you find is not simply the evil, but someone else. He seems to recognize you, but you cannot. He calls to you, afraid- you don't listen. Who is he?

No matter. He is a commoner, which means he must be protected. That is all there is to it. All that matters is destroying the evil in front of you. Nothing more. Nothing less. That is your duty as a knight.

You clash with the evil, a blur of blades and power and sparks. You fight to protect and to serve and to succeed.

And then you fall. You don't quite know how, but you fall nonetheless. You are prone and bleeding and hurt. You are lifted into the air, pain and anger and the voices: Protect the Princess. Protect the commoners. Protect the Princess. Protect the commoners. But you cannot move. You cannot fight. You accept your fate as a knight should. That is all you can do.

A weight crashes into you, heavy and deliberate. You feel yourself fall again, but this time it's different. Because you see him. Arms outstretched. Arm. Arm outstretched. He saved you- protected you. He let himself hurt for you. Die for you. Why? Why would he do this? Who is he? What is he? Why?

Why?

Why?

"Consider us even. Away with you..." he smiles at you, turning to light. "...you fool."

And you remember.

And you remember.

And you scream because that is your partner, your other half, your fool. The man you found enough to hurt for. To die for. To protect because he is Atsushi Nakajima and that was reason enough.

And you remember.

And you scream.

Y’all just ever wake up in the morning and realize that we’re all just piles of oozing flesh walking around on calcium stilts? Or that WE’RE the skeletons costumes, not the other way around?

The Hollow and Castle Carcolh

OKAY, SO

I was re-watching the season 2 trailer for The Hollow, right? Except, this time I was watching it on a better screen, which means, I noticed some things I hadn’t before. One of these things was this sign by the weird haunted mansion place:

Clearly, that is the name of this building, right? So, I did some did some DIGGIN’ on the interwebs. First off, the not shocking bit is that  chateau means “Castle” in French. However, it’s the SECOND word I was really interested in. I tried a lot of languages, but I couldn’t find anything. So, I ended up just putting up putting Carcolh into the search bar alone and I MADE A BREAKTHROUGH. The Carcolh is actually a creature from Gascon folklore, also called, the Lou Carcolh. Gascony is a small province in France and they believe the Carcolh to be a serpent-mollusk like monster. So, I went into images and I was VERY INTERESTED by what I saw.

This is an interpretation of what the Lou Carcolh looked like, and some of the others weren’t much different. I was sitting there and I was like “That looks kinda familiar... but where have I seen this before?” Then, it hit me

Lads, lasses, and enby masses. I give you this image from the season two trailer:

That my friends, I present the snail monster from the trailer, who I am betting is actually the Lou Carcolh and the name of that spooky Castle. I’m not quite sure how it all fits together yet, but I’m sure it’ll all make sense in ten days.

So, I looked a little more into the lore of the Carcolh to see if anything could give  us a better idea of how this all fits together. Apparently, it has slimy tendril like appendages that surround it’s mouth and stretch for miles, with made think of ANOTHER SCENE from the trailer.

Remember the quick scene with Mira fighting that tentacle looking thing? I’m betting that this is their fight with the Carcolh and that’s one of it’s tendrils Mira’s currently battling off. The monster is believed to live underground in caverns in Southwest France. It would drag anything that was caught in it’s tendrils back to its’ cave and then would swallow whatever it caught whole with it’s huge mouth. The nickname The Carcolh was given to the city of Hastingues, in the French department of Landes since their place of settlement was on a rounded hill. As a last little fact, the men of Hastingues would tell women they deemed young and pretty, “The carcolh will catch you!” as a warning. I, however, know not why.

So, I have no clue how this will play into Season 2 or if it will at all, but I hope this gets you’re mental gears turning!

E750 Survival Skills (Potentially?)

Soooo, season three is a thing that’s happening now. Yay! Anyway, if any of you remember my absolute CRIME of a post about E750, then my deepest condolences because I’m BACK WITH MORE.

So, as you’re all aware, I’m a fool who has decided sleep is completely irrelevant to living my best life. I need only Netflix and some crazy theories. Speaking of crazy theories, let’s get into it.

So, if you had the great misfortune of reading my last CC theory and you remember it, you’ll know I talked about the potential of E750 being a new breed of Indominous, something very different, or even a fucked up horse. However, that’s not something to worry about at the moment. These were all just theories from before. But NOW, I wanna give y’all something new because I’m bored and I should actually post on my Tumblr blog. Now, one of the things we got from this trailer was a different perspective on the E750 containment unit. As in, we see it from a different POV. In season 2, the perspectives we got made it look pretty large, which in turn, gives the idea that this creature itself is large.

However, when we see Sammy and Brooklyn discover the tube in the trailer, the actual containment portion might be as tall as them, give or take. Meaning, it’s potentially around 5′7-5′3 if I’m judging it right which I might not be because... I’m kinda dumb. Still, that means that our dino friend here is not as large as we originally thought, possibly standing shorter than some of our main cast. I’m not saying it won’t get bigger. It could. However, what I am saying is that this dinosaur isn’t what we thought it was going to be.

As far as we know, this dinosaur is small and most likely not as strong as some of the other predators we’ve experienced in this series. Which begs the question, what makes it special. Obviously,  it was being made and also being held in cryogenic stasis, which means, it was created for a purpose. For a REASON. Every other dinosaur we’ve seen is either big and scary, strong as hell, or strongest in numbers. E750 doesn’t have any of that as it’s small, alone, and slender. How will it survive and threaten our main trio?

Well, I have a few ideas, some of which were also supplied by my partner-in-crime @baguette-whet . Obviously, this creature is predatory and based on it’s current size, quite slim. Meaning it can track these kids places other predators can’t, making it a danger to them even when they think they’re safe. Which limits their options from run and hide to just run.

Now, the other idea was the very first one I had. We know that to complete the I-Rex’s DNA, Wu had to use the genes of other animals. So, why not E750 as well? It’s very much possible that this creature has been genetically engineered with dangerous animal DNA or dangerous animal DNA was used to fill the gaps. The specific thought I had, that could really push this over the top? Venom. If it had venom that would make this creature much more dangerous than we originally thought, especially if the venom comes from a creature like a Komodo Dragon or some form of cobra. (Just had this thought RIGHT now but like, E750 SPITTING VENOM? CORROSIVE VENOM? Iconic.) 

These are just ideas I have and I don’t know if anyone else has wondered about this question as well but I would love other ideas. How do YOU think E750 is going to be a threat here in season 3?

Hi!

Hello!

Greetings!

:)

This is just your warning that now that Season 4 has been announced, you should begin preparing yourselves for my incredibly scuffed essay that’s rapidly approaching your location, just like every other season! No, it’s not optional and yes, I do do this every season :) And yes, I do have a problem :)

You’re welcome :)

Heart (härt) - Noun: Personality, Disposition.

You could never stand the weretiger- pathetic and yet standing where you wished and should. Something about him just rubbed you the wrong way. Something about him irked you- not just that he occupied a position undeserved, a position he did not understand. But something more.

The way he ran himself ragged for people who would never acknowledge him. Bleeding out for permission he needn't ask for from people who wouldn't give it. Willing to die on the off-chance that someone would tell him that his life had value.

He was kind because he was selfish. Selfless because he had something to gain. Gentle because he was designed to hurt- made to kill. Those contradictions irritated you.

It disappointed you, his personality.

It made you sick, honestly.

And yet that disposition seemed familiar, but you did not address it. It was pointless to think about. After all-

Knowing the weretiger's heart was not something needed in order to rip it out of him.

Heart (härt) - Noun: The emotional or moral nature as distinguished from the intellectual nature

You could never understand Mafia's dog- the way he killed so easily as if he would die without it (you think he might). The way violence was his only calling- a calling that he never seemed to miss. Every time you met, the smell of death followed him and it never made sense to you- how someone could feel so little, even if they were cruel.

You weren't even partially sure that the bloodied man even HAD emotions TO feel. You fought to live, but that did not mean you took life lightly- not in the slightest. Life held value to you. Every person had a soul and a life.

Every person had a heart.

Except him.

Which is why it surprised you when he let you borrow his strength for the first time. And then for the second time. For someone who hated you so much, he hated letting you lose to someone else so much more. And yet you could understand why.

So, you issued your challenge. You needed him to earn his right for combat.

You needed to see if he was truly heartless and what that heart was made of.

Heart (härt) - Noun: Courage or enthusiasm especially when maintained during a difficult situation

Your death is quick. You barely feel the blade but you certainly feel the blood. But only for a moment. But only for a second.

And in that second, you think back.

You came because Dazai told you to. You followed because he needed you to be his Eyes. You said you'd let that damned weretiger die.

But he knew you didn't mean it.

And he was right.

He was always right.

You'd always sort of hated that about him.

You'd known this fight was no longer in your favor- it had stopped the second that damned sword came out. No. That was a lie. Your favor had never existed in this fight- not so long as it was Fukuchi you were fighting.

So, you'd had to make a choice. One that determined how many deaths would be marked and how many bodies found. You'd just known that- however you chose -one of those bodies would be yours.

Sacrificing yourself for the weretiger is not something you truly ever thought you'd do- for many reasons -but you let your blood spill for him nonetheless. You forced him to flee- knowing he'd wouldn't understand why.

As much as your heart had protested- as much as it had wished to beat and beat and beat for just a few moments longer -your heart had known you would not listen. Your heart had known it had to steel itself in order to do what you needed to do. The courage to sacrifice for the weretiger you had wanted so desperately to kill.

And then your heart stopped.

And then your eyes opened.

Heart (härt) - Noun: One's innermost character, feelings, or inclinations

You'd never seen into someone's heart before- not like this.

Before the blade, you'd just been glad to see Akutagawa alive again- even if not quite himself as before but more himself than when you last saw him. You'd been afraid he was lost forever, your voice not reaching his ears, no matter how loud you cried or how strong your faith.

He was back and he was strong and you knew you couldn't let him die again. Even if it wasn't a true death. It was your turn to save him- to show him that you wanted him to stay.

And now here you stood, in the mires of his heart and it wasn't quite what you thought it would be. You watched him play out emotions you recognized in situations you recognized born of desire you recognized. And in this moment, you realized his heart was just as bruised as your own.

His heart was just as damaged and bound by a need intrinsic.

You let yourself walk through the alleys of his heart and his soul, letting his memories and experiences wash over you. His emotions, pure and entire.

His vengeance towards a world that never gave to him. His rage at a world that took from him. His hunger for purpose and for praise. His hatred for you and what you stood for. His anger. His pain. His desire.

His every beat of his heart.

A heartbeat you felt begin to resound with your own.

Heart (härt) - Noun: Love, Affection

You couldn't help but be angry- though who or what the emotion was directed at was unclear. You were angry at the Weretiger for being so stupid as to sacrifice himself. Angry at the being that killed him. Angry at the man who caused all this.

Angry at yourself for letting it happen and angry at yourself for needing his death to remember.

But you needed to fight because you refused to let his actions become null and void. So, you would continue to fight- as he would. You fought and you fought and you fought, feeling that familiar chill up your spine again. That feeling of death.

And yet.

And yet.

You don't think of the man you've spent your life trying to please, clawing for acknowledgement from until your fingers painted in red. You think of a fool so... foolish that he died for you of all people. A man who would rather die that let himself become a burden. A man who had called to you when you were lost in the prison of your own mind- reaching out no matter how much pain you caused him.

And you had heard him. Even if you could not respond, you had heard him because how could you not? His cries and his faith had not reached your ears but your soul which was so tethered to him and his at this point you were unsure where his started and yours began.

Death waiting once again, you do not see or hear Dazai. It is all Atsushi Nakajima.

He is your ordeal.

He is your greatest challenge.

He is your most infuriating ally.

He is so much more than words can truly describe.

More than just a person.

So, no matter the dimension, no matter the god- the Weretiger WOULD be returned to you and your side.

You reach forward again, your fight far from over, and you let it drive you. You let it guide your hand and your blade. It which has guided the both of you ever since the very first day you met. It which has driven you from the very start.

That which drives us to act, a mysterious thing called the Heart.

I forgot I made this, now I'm cackling at 3 AM. Send help.

Poptart Thief

So, Nico Di Angelo’s fatal flaw is holding grudges and he WILL hold them till the end of time. So, like, imagine Will doing something so minor, but Nico won’t shut up about it because he’s bitter and petty.

Like, Will eats Nico’s Poptart and now this is their conversation:

Will: Hey, Nico?

Nico, reading a book: Yeah?

Will: Have you seen my shoes?

Nico, not looking up: I don’t know, have you seen my motherfucking Poptart?

Will: Are you actually-

Disappoinment and Salt

Will, throwing open the curtains: Rise and shine! Time to give the gods your glory! 

Nico, huddled in his blankets in a corner: *Muffled* The gods can bite me if they think they're getting anything other than disappointment and salt from this bitch. 

Will: 

Will: Okay, then.

Trying not to think about how the central theme and throughline of Requiem is trust and how this whole arc is making me extremely unwell because I know everything is going to come crashing down in the next few weeks. I feel it in my bones and tinfoil hat.

Like, most of this arc has been about Buddy opening up and TRUSTING CHASE. The entirety of episode 53??? The thorns????? The rose??? The conversation between Deacon and Buddy right after??? You want me to believe that making Dracifer's intervention about TRUST ISSUES was a coincidence? That Buddy's (kind of) acknowledgement that he trusts Chase and the mention of trust issues wasn't supposed to make me think of that one conversation in Beach Boys? I mean, yeah, sure maybe. But since I'm awake before I want to be or should be and start finals soon, I've decided that it's not and this was meant to ruin me personally.

Like we've finally gotten to a point where Buddy feels comfortable with Chase. He feels bad for hurting him even a little bit (shout-out to when he was talking about how he has accidents a lot- specifically in reference to hurting Chase -and I know he was thinking about Beach Boys- like I am). And this chapter really drove that home. We're there. Which is why I know something AWFUL is going to happen. We've had it a little too good too long (as evidenced by the fast passers slowly withering away from whatever Still Waters is doing to them which is honestly frightening). As of right now, the only thing I can think of is Buddy finding out about Prunella- Chase and Deacon's big secret, something Buddy was so sure they (Chase, specifically) didn't have. They hid another key and keyholder from him. Not to mention a whole damn child. Seems like a breach of trust to me. And after all this? That would probably make Buddy a little hurt. More than just a little.

Am I hallucinating? Am I overthinking things and finding meaning where there is none. Perhaps. Mayhaps, even. But, what else am I supposed to do? Be normal about my interests? Behave like an upstanding member of society and pretend like I don't think about these idiots all the time? Please. If I simply prepare for the worst case scenario than the outcome can't hurt me. I will simply be invulnerable to the pain whenever I get to whatever hellish visions the fast passers are seeing.

Anyway, the bones are done cooking and I need a nap. Apologies for another rambling and if you see any grammar issues, no you did not and I definitely proofread this. Have a lovely day.