I’m Obsessed With The Idea That Rio Was The Only One Who Ever Thought Agatha Was Good

I just had a revelation thinking about endermen speculative biology. What if enderpearls are crystallized chorus fruit? Similar to oyster pearls.

Think about it, the only native food in the end are chorus fruit and they’re everywhere and endermen need energy so they probably eat it. But, speculating that endermen do not have typical digestive tracts and do not expel waste, then what happens after the chorus fruit is eaten? Instead of expelling waste, everything is retained to make use of every piece of energy in such a low nutrient environment. In the digestive tract the chorus fruit is drained of its teleportation properties and the fruit itself becomes basically, a raisin. After a period of time, enough secretions coat the raisin to become a pearl, much like an oyster. To which to pearl is coughed up or remains until it is shattered, and then coughed up.

The nature of the raisin pearl retains some teleportation properties and can be used by endermen as a source of teleportation when their source of energy has run out. A majority of endermen have multiple pearls at once but most shatter at death. Looting enchantments lower the risk of shattering multiple pearls.

Then to mites. Mite can be parasites or even enderman larvae (if given a lot of liberties) but in this situation mite eggs live in a dormant state as a grub within the chorus fruit and then pupates in the pearl, forcing discomfort so the pearl is expelled and hatched. So the mite is the pupating grub that is hatched too early for the full bug body (which I definitely want to draw and make a design for).

I do not know how eye’s of ender play in all this, and I’m too sleppy to figure it out. Uhhhh basically, nether and end do not mix, and when they do, bad/weird things happen.

It’s 4 am and I have two finals due within the next 24-48 hours.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing. heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

consuming desire : cannibalism as a metaphor for love.

love, at its core, is an act of surrender. to love is to give a part of yourself—your time, your attention, your vulnerability—and hope that the other person handles it with care. but what happens when this surrender becomes devouring? when love transcends the boundaries of self and morphs into something ravenous, something primal? enter cannibalism—perhaps the most shocking and visceral metaphor for love, yet one that is repeatedly used in literature, film, and art to depict the uncontainable hunger of human connection.

cannibalism as a metaphor for love walks a tightrope between horror and intimacy, and that’s precisely why it fascinates. it forces us to confront the extremes of desire: the yearning to possess, consume, and merge completely with another. in exploring this concept, we uncover the tangled relationship between appetite, intimacy, and annihilation.

“i want you inside me” : the physicality of love.

the language of love has always been laced with consumption. lovers speak of “devouring” each other’s presence, “tasting” sweetness in kisses, or “losing themselves” in one another. these phrases evoke a sensual hunger, but taken literally, they edge into cannibalistic imagery.

consider the act of kissing. in its essence, it’s a symbolic act of consumption: lips press together, breaths mingle, and a fragment of one’s essence is exchanged with the other. it’s a socially acceptable devouring—a soft echo of what would be unspeakable. yet the darker, more primal undercurrent of such exchanges is what fuels the metaphorical link between love and cannibalism.

cannibalism literalises what love often implies: a desire to fully possess, to ingest and internalise another person so they can never leave you. the boundary between two individuals collapses, and the act becomes a grotesque communion.

eros and thanatos : love and death as twinned forces.

freud famously posited that humans are driven by two primal forces: eros, the life instinct, and thanatos, the death drive. cannibalistic love is where these forces collide. the act of consuming someone you love is both an act of ultimate intimacy and ultimate destruction—a union so complete that it obliterates individuality.

in films like raw (2016) or bones and all (2022), cannibalism is portrayed as a macabre form of bonding. In raw, the protagonist’s discovery of her cannibalistic urges mirrors her sexual awakening, conflating desire with destruction. bones and all, on the other hand, frames cannibalism as a shared affliction—a metaphor for loving someone despite their darkest impulses. the lovers’ hunger for each other is both literal and figurative: they crave connection but fear the annihilation it brings.

this duality taps into our most primal fears about love. to love someone deeply is to risk destruction: of your heart, your boundaries, your sense of self. cannibalism renders this fear tangible, transforming the abstract pain of heartbreak into something visceral and bloody.

the religious undertones : communion and sacrifice.

the metaphor of cannibalism in love often carries religious overtones, particularly the idea of communion. in christian theology, the eucharist involves consuming the body and blood of christ as an act of devotion and unity. cannibalistic love mirrors this act of spiritual consumption but reframes it in a secular, often horrifying context.

this idea is vividly explored in han kang’s novel the vegetarian. the protagonist’s refusal to eat meat—and later her refusal to eat at all—becomes a metaphor for her rejection of societal expectations and the demands of love. her husband’s attempts to control her body echo the act of consumption: he seeks to possess her entirely, to mould her into a form that serves his desires. in rejecting this, she transforms herself into an unattainable ideal, one that can only be metaphorically consumed through memory and longing.

cannibalism also taps into the idea of sacrifice. in myths like the greek story of pelops, or the biblical tale of isaac and abraham, the act of consuming (or nearly consuming) another is framed as a profound, albeit horrifying, demonstration of love and devotion. these stories remind us that love often demands sacrifice—and sometimes, the sacrifice of the self.

love as hunger : the biological imperative.

on a biological level, love and hunger share striking similarities. both trigger the release of dopamine, the brain’s pleasure chemical, creating a sense of euphoria that can border on addiction. in this sense, the metaphor of cannibalistic love isn’t so far-fetched: to love someone deeply is to hunger for them, to crave their presence as intensely as one craves sustenance.

yet hunger, by its nature, is insatiable. the more you consume, the more you want. this insatiability is what makes love—and by extension, cannibalism—such a compelling metaphor. it captures the endless loop of desire: the more we try to possess another person, the more we realise how elusive true possession is.

modern obsessions : why cannibalistic love resonates today.

in a world increasingly defined by alienation and disconnection, the metaphor of cannibalistic love speaks to our longing for intimacy. we live in an era of 'ghosting', casual relationships, superficial connections, and carefully curated personas. to love someone—truly, deeply—feels radical, even dangerous. cannibalism amplifies this danger, turning love into an act of rebellion against a culture that fears vulnerability.

the rise of cannibalistic love stories in popular media also reflects our collective anxiety about boundaries. as technology blurs the line between public and private, self and other, the idea of being “consumed”—whether by love, fame, or social media—feels increasingly relevant. cannibalism forces us to confront these anxieties head-on, offering a grotesque yet strangely beautiful vision of what it means to truly connect.

the ultimate act of intimacy.

cannibalism as a metaphor for love is shocking because it reveals truths we’d rather avoid. it strips away the niceties of romance and exposes the raw, animalistic core of desire. it forces us to ask uncomfortable questions: how far would we go to possess the ones we love? what would we sacrifice to keep them close? and when does love stop being an act of connection and become an act of destruction?

in the end, cannibalistic love reminds us that intimacy is not without risk. to love is to hunger, to consume, and, sometimes, to destroy. it is a terrifying, beautiful, and profoundly human act—one that mirrors our darkest impulses and our deepest longing for connection.

perhaps that’s why we’re drawn to this metaphor, again and again. because in love, as in cannibalism, we find the ultimate paradox: the desire to be one with another, even if it means losing ourselves, and by an extension, our humility in the process.

Scenes of The fall of the House of Usher that I'm a little bit obsessed with :

Obviously. The one where Madeline and Verna kiss (nobody is surprised) because it's less than 1 minute long, it's never mentionned afterwards and yet it makes every scene they have together much more interesting (+ 2 girlkissers confirmed, that's a win !).

When Roderick watches corpses rain from the sky ??? That was so powerful wtf it carried a sense of sheer dread and anguish that I can't stop thinking about.

Tamerlane's death. Idk why it stuck with me so much, aside from the fact that it was Samantha Sloyan, it was beautifully filmed, and the fucking spasm at the end !!!! It was so fucking pathetic and sad, Tammy my sweet little girlfailure !

Victorine's whole going crazy thing. I love the Tell-Tale Heart but making it about lesbians ??? Oh mike the man that you are !!

The acid rain. Obviously. And when Verna kisses the melted body and there's a bit of flesh that sticks to her.... this was disgusting I want more !

When Roderick is alone with the Raven after finding out Lenore died. Very powerful + great climax and use of the poem !

The conversation between Juno and Tammy, it was one of the rare actually sweet scenes of the show, i'm glad Juno made it out alive !! And ruth codd's comedic talent is absolutely priceless !!

When Roderick tells Auggie to turn around because his dead mother is standing behind him. I laughed so hard. I feel like this was a meta-reference to Flanagan's habit of having ghosts just standing there in the background and never interacting with the characters and I absolutely LOST IT when she turned around like "nevermind".

Feel free to add your fav scenes because I probably forgot some of them !!

I was talking to somebody about how Agatha came about having Nicholas. His last name is Scratch, so maybe he did have a father who was initially involved in his life, but I'm pretty sure Agatha and Rio were in an established relationship by the time he came into their lives. Maybe they had a deal with a gay male couple and used a "donation" in exchange of the name being passed down. Maybe Agatha straight up stole a baby idk.

But I like the thought of Rio coming home one day, carrying an infant in her arms, a flabbergasted look on her face. Agatha asks (only somewhat jokingly) if she brought home dinner. She peers down at this fresh-out-the-oven infant in her wife's arms. The kid is kinda cute.

Rio tells her that there was a teenage girl, a witch, who'd gotten pregnant. She told nobody about it, ashamed of herself, and then went out in the middle of the woods to give birth, where nobody could see her, hoping to put it all behind her, including the baby.

Agatha's heart aches at that, looking down at the abandoned newborn. She asks if she belonged to a coven, but Rio shrugs and says, "not anymore. She's dead. Died from hard labor. The fact that this little one survived is a miracle." She looks down at the baby and he lets out a little noise, content in her arms.

"Did you reap her?" Agatha asks, still looking at this child. His eyes are half-lidded, but she can see some murky blue. He's a handsome little guy.

Rio nods. "She was pretty talkative, too," she says. "Begging forgiveness for her sins, for me to take her son, for me to bring him somewhere safe."

"And you brought him here?" Agatha snorts, as if it's ridiculous.

"I couldn't imagine a safer place," Rio responds, honestly. "I mean, I could just have left him out there to die in the woods, but I hate ferrying young souls; they have no good stories to tell."

Agatha snorts at that. "Well how are we going to keep him alive?" She asks, taking him gently from Rio's arms and cradling him against her chest. "What do babies even eat?"

"Milk," Rio says, eyeing Agatha's chest.

"These are empty," Agatha says, turning away. "And they shall stay that way. Go get him some goat's milk or something. And STOP looking at me like that."

Rio's gaze is hungry, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips.

"Cariña," Agatha says, using the pet name sure to get Rio's attention. It is, after all, one of, like, twenty spanish words she's been taught. The others are not appropriate in this situation. "Go get the baby something to eat, lest you WILL be ferrying him into the next life before long."

Rio rolls her eyes and disappears with a snap. She comes back a few moments later with a bottle full of milk. Agatha is impressed.

"That was quick."

"Our neighbors have a newborn who won't breastfeed. We should have a steady supply for a while."

"Mamí is a thief, isn't she, Nicky?"

Rio's face flushes. "Mamí?" She asks. "Nicky?"

Agatha flushes next. "Oh, right. Sorry. I should have asked. We never spoke of..." She looks down at the baby, who is suckling greedily at the bottle of milk. "We never discussed children, but I...well, as long as we have him." She shrugs, flushing more as Rio studies her. Then a smile spreads over Rio's face.

"Okay," she says, "I'm Mamí. Are you...Mama?"

Agatha shrugs. "We'll see how I do. I didn't exactly have the best role model when it came to mothering."

"You will be ten times the mother Evanora ever was," Rio huffs, spitting on her mother-in-law's name.

"Ten times zero is still zero," Agatha retorts.

"Math?!?" Rio gasps, exaggeratedly, "Methinks you a witch, madam!"

Agatha cackles as she brings their son to the couch, sitting carefully so as not to jostle his meal and cause him to choke.

"My wife is even witchier than I," she says, smiling up at Rio as she follows. Rio sits next to her and puts her arm around Agatha's shoulders and looks down at the baby in her arms.

"Why Nicky?" Rio asks after a long moment of just staring at this little being.

"After my father, Nicholas," Agatha explains. "If he even existed at all."

Rio furrows her brow at that and Agatha shrugs. "Mother said he died before I was born. She said it was because he was weak. I think he just couldn't stand living with her, anymore. She refused to give me his last name, too, so I became another Harkness. How fortunate for me."

"Very," Rio snorts. "You never spoke of your father."

"You never asked, Agatha points out, then sighs. "As far as I know, he never even existed. Mother didn't speak of him until I was nearly grown. Always about how my father would be so ashamed of me, how he would have killed me eons ago, about how I was weak, just like him." She gave Rio a sad smile. "At that point, I knew I couldn't trust her word, so I imagined my father as a sweet, romantic man. One who courted my mother with flowers and handmade jewelry. He was strong, physically, bringing her wood for the fire and good cuts of meat to keep her nourished. Why he loved my crone of a mother, I'll never understand, but I hope that he loved me. Even though we never met."

"I could find out for you," Rio offered. "Shouldn't take long."

Agatha smiled lovingly at her and leaned in to kiss her lips, sweetly, before pulling back.

"Some things," she says, "are just better left to the imagination. You know?"

Rio nods. "Okay," she says, quietly, clearing her throat. "So how about his last name then? Harkness or Vidal? Both? Vidarkness?" She waggles her eyebrows. "Sounds very...witchy."

Agatha laughs, a deep gutteral sound, but not meanly. She reaches for Rio's hand and brings it to her lips, kissing her fingers.

"Scratch," she says, "like my father. Nicholas Scratch."

"Good, strong name," Rio agrees, leaning forward to press her forehead against Agatha's. "Nicholas Scratch. Nicky." She turns her gaze to their son, who has let go of the bottle and is dozing in Agatha's arms now. "Welcome." She runs a finger down his downy cheek.

a detailed guide on scripting !

if you decide to do so … this is just how i do it, not forcing.

act i , the basics.

who are you? name. surname. nickname. place of birth. date of birth. current age. status (student? employed? / blood status if applicable) species (supernatural or human?) height. weight. race. ethnicity. nationality.

appearance. hair colour. hair texture. hair type. eye colour. eyebrows. breath smell. skin. scent. lip taste if you want.

clothing. what do you like to wear? t-shirts. pants&jeans. skirts if you want. shoes. nails if you want. are you known for your style? accessories.

childhood. from what kind of family you were born? where did you grew up? any childhood friends? favourite cousins? how did you become what you are now? (if famous / supernatural)

( if you are an adult. ) did you go to university? if so, what masters do you have? how was your experience? what was your first job? your teenage years? any ex or first love? are you still friends with people from high school?

present. your personality. main traits. your hobbies. your passions. if you have collections, write them down. if you like to read, what kind of books you love? how do others view you? if supernatural, are you part of a prophecy (if so, explain your role in this prophecy, and why you are part of it)

extras. social media. powers if you have them. if hogwarts, write your wand.

act ii , the extension of you.

friends. who are they? how did you met? how is your relationship with them? do you have any friendgroups? group chats?

family. talk about them. do you still live with them? how is your relationship with them? any sibilings? favourite cousins? does your aunt spoil you… or a grandparent, maybe.

relationships. do you have a partner? if so, talk about them. how did they treat you? how did you met? any cool or sweet dates? if you are still not together, how will you (general or detailed). if you don’t have a s/o, any past relationships? any rumours? does someone have a crush on you?

pets. what’s their name and age? how did you adopt them? what’s your relationship? does the pet trust you?

extras. do you have any hater or fan… or both? any mortal enemy? if so, your past with them, the start of your animosity.

act iii , education.

school. name of the school? is it private, or for certain type of supernatural creatures? are they divided in houses? if so, what’s yours? where is the school located? the vibe? kind of students admitted to the school? does it have a motto? if it’s a boarding school, describe your room/dormitory. and your school uniform.

subjects. timetable. what subject do you take? how are the teachers? did a certain teacher adopt you and your friendgroup? who is your favourite? favourite subjects? how are you doing in all of your subjects? where do you go for break/lunch?

events. any formal? parties? or secret societies?

extras. does the school have a mystery you want to solve? any extracurricular activities like sports? clubs?

act iv , patriotic stuff.

city. talk about where you are from / live. any special or secret places for you? favourite hangout spots? memorable locations for you? the vibe of the town.

house. or apartment. entry hall. living room. bathroom(s). bedrooms. your bedroom. kitchen. laundry room. garden. office? extras room like library etc if you want. where is it located?

( if you have a fantasy dr. ) your kingdom. your castle. private chambers. overall vibe of your kingdom… its name, story, rulers, any magical creatures? or religion? any festivity? kingdoms near you? places you want to have in your kingdom.

act v , rules.

safety and stuff like that.

Thinking about how I could literally shift as any renowned figure in history. Be it Mozart, Napoleon, or fucking Steve harvey bcs why tf not!!!!

I would witness the age of light, the apes of evolution, the fall and rise of ancient cities.

I would witness, learn, and most of all remember the lives of those that aren't written in books and articles. People who marked the earth and left without legends, a legacy, a story to withhold.

I would live the life of a being, not of mortal nor divine, but inbetween of immortality and death.

I would meet the gods and goddesses that once roamed the earth; I would learn their culture, their traditions, with the ability of recreating it back here. The current reality.

All that was lost, buried, and forgotten, can be revived. Can be witnessed. Can be heard and remembered.

And that's the beauty of shifting.

random melissa schemmenti headcanons!

a/n: if you disagree pls be respectful i just wanna ramble about my gf

warnings: none

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she has little firetruck toys at her desk

i can't decide whether her coffee is 1 cream, 1 sugar or just black

ADHD

she loves disney movies but will never admit it

Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Chappell Roan, David Bowie, System Of A Down, Queen, and Kate Bush enthusiast!

she hums to herself while doing her silly little tasks

organizes her clothes by occasion, then colour

sticky notes so she doesn't forget stuff

knows how to do black hairstyles (you can fight me on this)

she blasts music in the car

calls > texts

baths > showers

she snores and is a really deep sleeper

wakes up early but she's still grumpy in the mornings

she loves online shopping

bisexual

she knits while she watches tv to keep her focused

she can play the guitar

i started doing yoga with her during the weekends to help with her joint pain

doesn't go to church every week but she does go with barbara sometimes

she can and will make you a playlist

highlights and annotates her books to make it easier for herself

has a tendency to overspend

she loves drive in movies

"nobody's got time for that???"

fav colours are pink, black, and green

christmas enthusiast

jacob accidentally called her "mom" once and she was chill with it

speaking of jacob, she's healing his mommy issues

her stims include; shaking fists, hand flapping, foot tapping, rocking, and humming specific melodies

when she gets in a silly mood she doesn't stop yapping. she will infodump for 3 hours about firetrucks or a reality show or legos or really any of her interests

she loves her wooden spoons and her special bowls

America has now bombed and conducted illegal wars in:

- Iraq

- Syria

- Libya

- Somalia

- Pakistan

- Afghanistan

- Palestine

- Yemen

But Muslims are the terrorists?

this is ab shifting. you cant convince me otherwise.