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Web of Venom: The Good Son Plot theory

Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok, first of all:

SPOILERS AHEAD OF VENOM 22

Watch with your own risk.

So let’s Begin, first of all, we are going to talk about this:

First of all:

Dylan has a Carnage Spawn an important fact for the plot, so, let’s begin:

The Carnage Spawn infects Normie, an Goblin Childe will return.

How i know that? let’s see the Cover:

Normie has his Goblin Childe form, Yeah, yeah, Covers are almost never relevant to the plot, but, Zac Thompson post a Tweet that can prove the return of Goblin Childe:

“Write psychotic ten-year-olds”, actually, Normie is a normal child, there’s not clues that he’s a little psycho, but, if the plot is about Goblin Childe, that description matches, Goblin Childe is a true little psycho.

let’s continue:

The Carnage Spawn infects Normie, an Goblin Childe will return. Dylan and Sleeper clash with him to bring back Normie, finally Dylan uses his powers and “Heals” Normie.

There’s high posibilities too to the Carnage Spawn becomes a Cat.

But why? There’s another Tweet:

“New furry symbiote googboi” This could mean that this Spawn becomes a full symbiote, and gets his own personality, becoming the Goblin Childe Symbiote and adopting the form of a Cat or a Dog like Sleeper does.

 That’s my theory, feel free to post your theories and Opinions, thanks to listen to my TED Talk :D 

You know, it occurs to me that Judge isn’t just some blank persona that Deputy has taken on; it a combination of traits from all the Seed siblings.

I remember reading that when you activate Judge as a Gun For Hire, they appear from out of nowhere in a cloud of fog.  I think maybe that’s a nod to Faith and how she used to appear in a cloud of Bliss fog.

Their whole appearance is a nod to Jacob’s Hunters, not to mention the choice of name- ‘Judge’- is also another nod to him.  Joseph has probably told Judge/ Dep to test those that wish to find him and judge their worthiness.  Trials, anyone?

Then there is their whole role as a Judge, judging sinners and probably (?) helping them reach the atonement, likely not through any gentle or passive means.  Sounds a little like John, don’t you think?

To round it off, to sum up this short character analysis of a person who is made up of the traits of many, think of the only time we see the Seed Siblings together.  Its right at the beginning of Far Cry 5 and what are they doing?  Standing silently at Joseph’s back in shadow.  What have we been told about Judge?  That they are silent and always at Joseph’s back; that they are his shadow.  Might be reading too much into things, but it was fun to think about.

Edit: Wow, this blew up.  Also, forgot to tag @nick-rye-the-pilot-guy and @theeonlyroman

More Noir HCs, help me please

His blush is just him turning a darker shade of gray

It happens when he laughs

It’s very rare, but when he does OH BOY

He tries so hard to hide it

He will literally leave the building so he can go giggle and snort in peace because he’s laughing so hard

Nobody can believe their ears when he laughs

He’s very organized

He has all of his colorful objects very very organized by color so he can learn the colors easier

He has adopted the roomba

He named it Gary

He won’t let anyone but Peni touch Gary

He has a corner in his room at home that he calls his ‘Color Corner’

It has all the trinkets he’s brought back with him from everyone else’s worlds

He goes there to sulk

Or to calm down when he’s stressed

Slightly bipolar

🅱️eter finds out how young Noir is and almost has a stroke

“YOURE TWENTY???” “Almost.” “W H A T”

But then Gwen points out that, since he’s from the 30’s, he’s really 100 and 20 at the same time

So he’s a dad, grandpa, weird uncle, and fun cousin

He hates taxis

Nobody can ever get him in one

“8/10 times, the taxi driver is the murderer.” “… Noir, please just get in-“ “Over my dead body.”

@smokeyloki

Majora’s Mask Tribute parts 1-3 by Léo Chérel

19th century spiked metal wolf collar, worn by sheep herding dogs or dogs guarding livestock to protect them from wolf attacks.

how to draw arms ? ? 

Musings on the Night Lights

Judging by Zephyr’s apparent age, the epilogue takes place at least 8-10 years after Toothless and Hiccup separated. Dragons, in this universe, appear to age relatively quickly. Toothless is 15 in the first movie and based on his experience level, he seems to have been an adult for several years. From that, we can safely deduce that Furies probably take no longer than 10 years to reach maturity.

Now look at these little pumpkin pies. They’re obviously very young. They can fly (though rather haphazardly), but Gift of the Night Fury showed us that dragon nestlings can fly relatively soon after hatching. Therefore, we can conclude that these bundles of joy are likely under a year old. This brings us to one of two conclusions:

1) Furies’ breeding cycles are several years long, or they take many years to reach sexual maturity. Furies are rare dragons, and this could be attributed to the fact that many adults are killed before they are able to produce a significant number of offspring (as is the case in many real-world endangered species). This would explain why Toothless and the Light Fury only just now had babies.

Or…

2) This clutch of offspring is the latest of several, and Toothless and the Light Fury already have numerous adolescent/young adult Night Lights flying around the Hidden World causing mischief.

More symbabies please? I love your ficlets!

The gravel beside the hedge crunches and two worn trainers shuffle into view. Sleeper tenses, trying to scoot back further under the hedge.

The shoes shift, one threadbare knee comes into view, and then a large dark eye.

Sleeper whimpers softly to himself, tensing to run-

The eye blinks, then drops down a bit further- the dirty face of a young boy. He makes soft little squeak-kissing noises, rubs his fingers together.

It’s not- threatening. Not yet, anyway. Sleeper shivers, it’s still raining outside. He doesn’t want to run.

“Here bunny.” The boy reaches very slowly under the hedge, still rubbing his fingers together. “It’s okay.”

Sleeper’s nose twitches, it don’t mean anything to him- but the host wants to come closer- the little fingers suggest the boy has food, and the rabbit is hungry.

He hesitates, but when the boy’s hands stretch in almost far enough to touch his fur, he scuttles back into the roots of the bush.

“Okay.” The hand pulls away. “Just stay here.”

He stands up, and the tatter trainers crunch away. Sleeper huffs in relief, suddenly aware of how fast his little rabbit’s heart is beating. The host stirs fretfully in the back of their mind. It’s hungry, it’s never gone so long without hay.

There’s a little wispy grass under the bush. Sleeper gives it a tentative nibble, it’s tasteless and stringy, and the rabbit looks longingly at the thick lawn just beyond the hedge.

There’s a clatter of pebbles, and the trainers are back. Sleeper shoots back into the roots, huddling down in the shadows.

“I’m here.” The boy sounds out of breath. “Just thought- you might be hungry? And rabbits like vegetables?”

He kneels down again, and reaches his hand out- not as far in as before, but Sleeper’s nose twitches at the strange, faintly alien smell.

But not alien to the host’s mind.

Food.

The boy opens his hand, revealing a few slightly crushed lettuce leaves. “We didn’t have any carrots.” Apologetic.

The host desperately wants to lean in and nibble. Sleeper hovers; is this safe? People wouldn’t be giving food to animals they wanted to kill, right? But what about- poison?

He really wants his parents here.

“It’s okay.” The boy whispers, “You can eat, it’s safe.”

He remembers Eddie gently moving him out of the way of a cluster of bottles- ‘ah-ah, that’s poisonous. Not safe, not for kiddies.’

Poison isn’t for children to use, so the lettuce is probably safe. Sleeper shuffles forwards, far enough to lean in and snatch a mouthful.

It’s wet and floppy, slippery between his teeth. Sleeper grimaces, but the rabbit is delighted, munching and munching, and when the boy’s hand moves away, just a little, they shift forwards to keep eating.

Back and back and suddenly Sleeper stops. They’re out in the open, on the gravel. The boy is squatted beside them, adding little strips of lettuce to the pile in his hand.

“It’s okay.” And his voice is soft, gentle. He’s not his parents, but- it’s soothing all the same, and Sleeper really, really wants to believe everything is okay right now.

The boy’s free hand lowers, and touches them on the shoulders. Both Sleeper and the rabbit freeze, but the boy doesn’t grab them, doesn’t hurt. His hand is gentle, running through their fur in gentle strokes.

“‘m not gonna hurt you.” The boy continues, stroking them over and over, pausing the scratch behind their ears. It feels so good, almost like being held by Venom and Eddie, Sleeper slumps down, rolls on his side and closes his eyes. The panic is fading, and under it, he’s exhausted.

They hear the coming rain before they feel it, a low rhythmic beat on the roofs and tree leaves. The heavy drops splash on their ears, on the soft coat of underfur at their belly. Sleeper starts up, trying to fluff up his rapidly soaking fur.

The boy pulls up his coat to shield them. “Hey,” he whispers. “Want to come in with me? It’s dry in there, and I can get you more food.”

Sleeper looks up and down the street. A car passes in a haze of rain, slashing up a wave of gutterwater. No Venom, no Eddie. They can’t stay here all night.

He hops closer to the boy, and when he reaches down, doesn’t try to run. The boy picks them up gently, one arm under their bottom, bracing all four paws on his chest. It’s- not great, but okay, and the boy is warm and dry.

“Well done.” The boy whispers, and hurries into the house.

They clatter in through the front door, and Sleeper catches a glimpse of a dark room, a chair and the shimmering screen of a TV- then they’re going up the stairs at top speed. The boy ducks through a door, and quickly closes it behind them.

“Okay.” He whispers, and switches on the light. Sleeper blinks as the sudden blaze of light hurts their eyes.

It’s a small bedroom, a bed half hidden under old clothes, more clothes strewn over the floor. A little desk is huddled by the window, buried in books. The boy shoves the clothes off his bed, and makes a little nest in the blankets. “Here, it’s warm, I’ll just go and-”

“BOY!” A roar from downstairs.

The boy tenses, “Just- stay here, okay? I’ll- sort something out-”

“GET DOWN HERE!”

The boy puts them in the nest, strokes them again quickly. “I’ll be right back. I’ll get you more lettuce, okay?”

“DO YOU WANT ME TO FETCH YOU?”

“NO, DAD!” The boy yells back. “Just- don’t move, please. If he sees you-” he winces. “I won’t be long-”

“GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE DYLAN.”