Betty sacrificed herself to protect Simon and save everyone 

Pops sacrificed himself to save the universe 

Steven had sacrificed himself to protect his loved ones 

Twilight had sacrificed her powers to save her friends from Tirek

Lana had sacrificed her chance to meet her race car hero to save her family 

Rick had sacrificed himself and went to jail for his family

Wander sacrificed his chance to be the greatest tourist in the galaxy for Sylvia 

Star sacrificed her wand for Marco 

And Stan had sacrificed his memories for his family 

And what do these sacrifices in modern cartoons have in common?

They were for the love of others 

or 

Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered.

Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced.

The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.” 

Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House”

The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone)

And You know, watching it again, I think I may understand Shiromori’s story and her background with Mystery. I think long ago, she a flower that grow in a dead forest, most likely will wilt and die.

But the Mystery as his true form appear and with his blood, save her or at least give her power to grow of some sort. Then together they have like this toxic relationship (Romantic, maybe? Given the official tumblr blog hinting that).

I think with Mystery feeding her with blood (maybe with his blood or victims) and she continues to grow given to one image with have Mystery lounging in a white forest. Then this female warrior (Resembling Vivi) came to fight Mystery because she maybe was close to a samurai who had fell in the forest (Seeing his helmet on floor near the tree Mystery was lounging).

I’m not sure what happens after they fought but what I theorize is the warrior won and maybe made Mystery see morality and errors of his way.

Mystery tried to leave Shiromori (ending a toxic relationship?). She probably is addicted to his blood and furious of him leaving her, Shiromori wound Mystery but he was save by the same female warrior.

The warrior probably won against Shiromori and took Mystery with her. Either passing Mystery through her descendants or reincarnation, which explain Vivi resembles her. Shiromori now probably healed is after Mystery in a yandere fashion given that when she cut through car window to cut Mystery, seeing his blood excited her and see him with Vivi is likely with jealousy.