Seidou referencing a biblical story before fighting Amon

I love how Seidou says he’s the king of sheep cause in many ways it reminds me of how Jesus in the bible would use parables of Shepherds and sheep to get his message across. One of the most famous is about a Shepherd who has 100 and one runs away. The Shepherd then leaves the rest of the flock to find that one sheep and bring him back to represent bringing a sinner back from sin. I find it interesting that Seidou uses that expression because of how Amon did that for him in the last arc when he gave Seidou the cross.

Which parallels Seidou returning the favor now that Amon is the one who is losing control now. Its just interesting that both Amon and Seidou are paralleling that story by trying to save one person, and Seidou makes a point to point it out. Which is extra funny at least to me when this is probably a story Amon grew up with and Seidou is using it as an analogy of the situation.

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Chapter Meta

Why Urie Mostly Calmed Down | @shadowbonez

Saiko Mirroring Durga | @littlemissymonster

On Urie | @echo-from-the-void

On Mutsuki | @bloodycarnations

Trauma Affects How We Give and Receive Love | @kingkishou

Mutsuki, Gratuity, and Violence | @linkspooky

Lost in Translation: Chapter 113 | @randomthoughtpatterns

Torso and Mutsuki’s Killing Patterns | @echo-from-the-void, @ladywongs, @drunkmado

Takizawa Calling Kaneki “King of Sheep” | @undergroundsky12

Miscellaneous Meta

Some Similarities Between Kaneki and Saiko | @echo-from-the-void

About the Meaning of Ishida’s Recent Artwork | @rearima, @tgreuniverse

About the Caption on Ishida’s Recent Artwork | @tgreuniverse

The Impact of Empathy on Justice | @anon, @harostar

Mutsuki’s Habit | @whiterabbit9

What’s Love Got to Do With It? (Unrequited Love in TG) | @linkspooky

Eto and Her Revolution | @echo-from-the-void


First I laughed, because Takizawa murdered his last two superiors. Then I realized it’s kind of sweet that Takizawa is showing that he actually feels devotion in this case to his new boss.

I’m guessing “King of the Sheep” meant something like the strongest of Kanou’s owl’s unlike Amon… So e’s saying he’s strong enough to contain him…

“King of the Sheep”

Louis I, King of the Sheep is a book written by Olivier Tallec. It is described to be about an “increasingly elaborate fantasy of what comes with being a supreme ruler: the pleasures, the responsibilities, the capriciousness.”

This ties directly in with what they were speaking about, so here we have yet another literary reference by our genius Ishida Sui.

sleep tight like a baby sheep - a fanfiction

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Yoosung Kim was the fluffiest sheep in all the field. All the other sheep couldn’t tell if they wanted to be him or if they wanted to be with him.

One day just after he’d woken up, Yoosung accidentally angered resident sheep king, Jumin Han, by eating his grass. How was Yoosung to know it wasn’t for him? He was only a sheep, unaware of the concept of property, but Jumin was not taking any excuses.

Suddenly out of the shadows, the local sheep actor, Zen, jumped out and slapped his archenemy Jumin right on the head.

“How dare you upset Yoosung?! He is the best sheep in all the land except for me!” Zen turned around to look at Yoosung as Jumin ran away crying from getting hit. Jaehee cheered in the distance.

“Thank you,” Yoosung said to Zen, “I never knew anything about not being allowed to eat this grass.”

“That’s okay,” Zen nodded, “Jumin is the biggest jerk-sheep in all the field.”

He trotted over to Yoosung and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth, making Yoosung’s wool even fluffier than usual because of his excitement.

After roughly nine seconds of kissing, a friendly sheep called 707 jumped out of his bush, which is where he spent most of his time doing things no sheep should ever know how to do, like playing chess.

“I am even better at kissing than Zen!” he declared confidently, and Zen scowled angrily.

“That’s a lie,” he snapped. 707 proved his point by hitting the side of Zen’s luxurious wool with his head, forcing him to turn and face him. 707 gave him a kiss on his lips and Zen promptly fainted from the skill.

“That was amazing!” Yoosung exclaimed.

“Baa,” replied 707, sauntering over and kissing Yoosung quickly on the mouth. It was like the most delicious grass Yoosung had ever tasted.

“Why can you not kiss me for longer?” Yoosung complained. 707’s smile suddenly fell from his face, replaced with an angry scowl instead.

“I have a dangerous past,” he whispered darkly, his wool suddenly turning black as he slowly backed away from Yoosung, getting absorbed into his usual bush.

Zen still hadn’t woken up, so Yoosung decided to wander around a little bit and find some of the best grass he could that didn’t belong to the nasty sheep king.

“Psst,” came an unfamiliar voice from beside him. Yoosung turned his little head to see a very pretty looking sheep who he had never seen before.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“My name is Saeran. Do you want to buy some grass?”

“Grass? But I can get grass from anywhere,” Yoosung told him, confused. He didn’t know what buying was because he’s a fucking sheep.

“This is the best grass in the entire field. I will give some to you for a price.”

“What price?”

“For every piece of grass I give you, you have to kiss me three times.”

Three times?!” Yoosung exclaimed, “That’s too expensive! This is capitalism in its most obvious form, and you’re exploiting the innocence and naivety of sheep to further your own agenda. I will not do it.”

“It’s very good grass.”

“Okay then.”

Yoosung trotted forwards and Saeran held out a strand of grass to Yoosung. It was very beautiful. Yoosung ate it and felt like he could now fly away with happiness. Saeran looked at him expectantly and Yoosung stepped forwards and kissed him three times on his mouth. Saeran was very good at kissing, so the price didn’t feel too bad.

“Do you want any more?” Saeran asked sheepishly.

“No, I don’t think I can afford it. I don’t have enough kisses left for today.” Yoosung told him sadly.

“Okay,” Saeran nodded and lay down, rolling onto his back and falling asleep immediately.

Yoosung walked away. He wondered if Jumin was okay.

“Hello Yoosung,” said a voice from behind him. He turned around.

“Hello Jaehee. Why is everyone talking to me today?”

“Because you have very good wool. Can I touch it?”

“Of course you can.”

Jaehee stepped forwards and reached out with her little leggy to brush against Yoosung’s wool. “Very good,” she nodded in appreciated, “I would give it 9/10.”

“O-only nine?” Yoosung asked, trying not to burst into tears.

“Zen’s is the only wool I would say is 10. I’m sorry for upsetting you.” She looked sad, and trotted closer to Yoosung, kissing him on the mouth.

“I don’t have many kisses left today,” Yoosung told her.

“You can top them up again tomorrow,” Jaehee told him kindly, before turning around to go and look after Zen who was still unconscious on the grass.

Yoosung heard loud sobbing coming from the deepest, darkest corner of the field, and so headed over.

“Jumin,” he said as he saw the sheep king curled up on the floor crying, “Are you okay?”

“No!” he lamented, “Zen hit me!”

“I know I was there, but you were very mean to me.”

“You ate my grass,” he sulked.

“I’m sorry,” Yoosung sat next to Jumin, “I didn’t know it was yours. I only have one kiss left today, do you want me to kiss you?”

“O-okay,” Jumin nodded. Yoosung leaned down and kissed Jumin on the mouth. There was a lot of sheepy snot on his face from crying, but Yoosung didn’t mind.

“I hope you cheer up soon,” Yoosung said as he got up and trotted away.

Today had been a very successful day for Yoosung. He’d faced some hard times, but also happy times. It had been an emotional rollercoaster and now he was very tired, so he lay down and fell asleep.

i havent posted a dnda update in a while so here’s some stuff that’s happened since the last ep i posted:

  • annala tried to flirt with a ghost
  • arlotto got possessed by the ghost
  • family dinner with the rat king
  • talking sheep???
  • arlotto got turned into a cat
  • gay qunari

The Coven / You should have forgotten my name the day you heard it. [listen]

01. Beggin For Thread Banks 02. Glory and Gore Lorde 03. Yellow Light Of Monsters and Men 04. Lone Digger Caravan Palace 05. Shoot Him Down Alice Francis 06. Calling The Birthday Massacre 07. Ain’t Gonna Drown Elle King 08. Black Sheep Gin Wigmore 09. If I Had A Heart Fever Ray 10. Night Zola Jesus

Thank you to @great-leviathan for allowing me to use their edit for the cover art!

Things John Finnemore Has Ruined* Forever

the ending of Casablanca


hiring a man and van 




bears (all varieties)


the number 19

pineapple juice

Peach Schnapps

going through the airport metal detector

The Archers

takeaway pizza

getting some keys made

the Olympics








the World Cup (“The World what?” “The World Cup.” “The what Cup?”)

the Grand National





sea lions


hotel towels

Top Gun


ice cream vans 

ice cream chimes

train announcements


Leon Trotsky

Thomas The Tank Engine

Doctor Who


Winston Churchill’s most famous speech

ordering coffee in coffee shops


The Famous Five books

the area of South London known as Elephant & Castle

the songs “Greensleeves”, “Deck The Halls”, “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”, “Fly Me To The Moon”, and “Come Fly With Me” (and many more)

aviator sunglasses


dragon fwoo





King Arthur

the words awesome and awful

Timbuktu (Timbuktu)

Jelly Babies

Russselll Crooooowe

Any words beginning with Q

putting on a seatbelt

dressing gowns

Duxford Air Museum

the phrase not a happy bunny

any dish containing rice as the main ingredient

fire extinguishers



anything with tentacles




Christmas stockings

the NATO Phonetic Alphabet (“Mick! Mi! Muh!”)

using a stepladder (“or, as we call it, the Widow Maker”)

Pony Club girls

getting out of sync



French accents

Australian accents

Irish accents


the word bravery

Jekyll & Hyde

baked potatoes


Christmas gift supplements

choosing a restaurant




putting on a seatbelt

wiiiiinnnndddddd-drrrrriiiiieeeeeedddd ssssaaaauuuuussssaaaggeeeee

booking a holiday

the Grand Canal in Venice





the word basking

buying a watch

yellow cars


the Seven Deadly Sins

the Seven Dwarves

the Six Nations



reading the Sunday papers





the word brilliant


… and…

snow leopards

Winnie the Pooh


jacket pockets

* changed, and infinitely improved

First recording of computer-generated music – created by Alan Turing – restored 

From @guardian:

Researchers in New Zealand say they have restored the first recording of computer-generated music, created in 1951 on a gigantic contraption built by the British computer scientist Alan Turing.

The aural artefact, which paved the way for everything from synthesisers to modern electronica, opens with a staunchly conservative tune – the British national anthem.

Researchers at the University of Canterbury (UC) in Christchurch said it showed Turing – best known as the father of computing who broke the Nazis’ second world war Enigma code – was also a musical innovator.

“Alan Turing’s pioneering work in the late 1940s on transforming the computer into a musical instrument has been largely overlooked,” they said.

The recording was made 65 years ago by a BBC outside-broadcast unit at the Computing Machine Laboratory in Manchester, England.                    

The machine, which filled much of the lab’s ground floor, was used to generate three melodies; God Save the King, Baa, Baa Black Sheep, and Glenn Miller’s swing classic In the Mood.

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Falling nights

What happens when a lone wolf leaves a pack as leader? Once regarded as a king he roams the world protecting sheep as the ancient white wolf herders of old. The wolf who’s fought many battles in his own right stays the path. Wise is he who has seen the world for its blessings and woes yet forgives with remembrance of fondness to those lost.

The wolf forgave his fallen Queen with mourning and the abandonment of his pack. He Now stays upon a hill watching over the Sheep seeing and defending his territory through. What is his is where he stands and what is given to him is made to heal those around him.

The Falling nights come as a Fallen King weakness is bare. Battle Scars in the cold air ache as loneliness take it’s toll. The wolf craves,whines, and shivers for a queen. He misses his Queen and aches to be served, to be held with warmth. Though widowers are as widows can be to another night against the wind, to another night alone without one to protect in.

Thought you might enjoy this. You build on this as you like. Sincerely Tonix


Wow, thank you this is beautiful! I have a few ideas where this story could go! 

If any of you have ideas or mini stories you want to send it, by all means please do so! 


your Nativity scene character

Aries: white baby jesus
Taurus: drunk shepherd 1
Gemini: orient king 1 ft. gold 
Cancer: drunk shepherd 2
Leo: orient king 2 ft. frankincense
Virgo: the virgin mary eyy
Libra: first lobster
Scorpio: little drummer boy
Sagittarius: my man joseph stalin
Capricorn: unhappy sheep 1
Aquarius: orient king 3 ft. myrrh
Pisces: the fucking angel