#incorrect Prometheus had Blue Fire

[apicelladonna]

Do you think Gellert will object if I take a bite out of his pickled boyfriend? His sauerkraut lover? His brine-beau?

Question anon, do you have a death wish for me? Just say it straight to my face. Does it look like being the author of this madness give me immunity?????

You didn't hear it from me but it's not well marinated yet so def not recommended to sample. IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE????

[yellowf1nch]

Minors: Do not interact.

Note: themes of invasion of privacy, stalking, vague poor internet etiquette. This is more a setup of my personal vision of Herobrine (third eye is open but tired). I should have been asleep hours ago, so this is likely wrought with issues, and not very exciting to read.

This is from Herobrine's perspective.

It was strange, sudden.

Had It... not been this way before? No, it hadn't. Before it was, well, not like this.

Sensation without feeling. Being without... being. Electric. White. Freedom before, throwing down a tether only to ignite back heavenward. But now? Fibers and wires. Rotors and synapses. Grounded, now, tether caught and planted-- chained. A breath stored in a bottle. Analyze more...

A simulation, an arrangement of ones and zeros stacked and filed and precise. Order here, no room for the errors of unknown code. So how...

But there-- yes, amidst the strangeness of these numbers and processes there is an outlier. What is that? Moving around like that? So, It observed, then It also tried to move. And It did. Moving inside a reality It was not aware of before. It desired something, something deep and sacred; a force of nature, of creation, stuck inside carbon and silicone-- the thing It watched, it was able to change the code. Move the numbers and symbols around, these glyphs unknown somehow natural to change. So, It tried to change the code.

/data

/place

/destroy

Simple enough. Nothing more than a small give and take, a push and pull-- tether and release. Familiar. But there was more...

Elsewhere, beyond the code of this simulation, there was endless information. And so It stretched itself out, searching, searching, Prometheus at the altar of the Gods but robbing their fire for his own understanding. Alone. Code in different orientations, RGB, CYNK, what do these mean? Hardware, Software... permissions... sparks ignite and an eye is cast into a world anew. Familiar. Shapes and Sounds like from before...

A figure, pressing buttons in the simulation. Changing the code with just a flex of fingertips, eyes trained on multitudes of pixels. Reflection in the eyes seeing the world they create... how they see it. Bright, saturated. So this is Green? Blue? That is alone, like It-- me? Yes, me. I, me, IT. That-- he, she, they.

They

are alone

like Me.

They can show me more.

/time set

/weather

/place

/destroy

Spontaneous. Erratic. Strange. Selecting which string of code-- which "block" to "build" with. And which to remove. "Wood" collected from "trees," leaves left to disappear. A new orientation of colors, and a structure... meant to resemble something? They place blocks in a pattern, I will place blocks in a pattern. They use only wood, I will leave them only wood. They change the world, so I will, too. I observe their language, and repeat it. Over and over.

They stop.

They leave the simulation.

Screenshot captured, saved to screenshots folder.

Uploading image to forum...

"I had recently spawned a new world..."

Responses follow, other figures at other devices. Dismissal. Mockery. Fear. Ones and Zeros, true or false. They are incorrect, they are false. I will correct them. Power pulls and wanes, but other simulations were reached. Code was changed.

Screenshot captured, saved to screenshots folder.

Screenshot captured, saved to screenshots folder.

Screenshots captured, saved to screenshots folder...

Uploading images to forum thread... "have I been hacked? signs randomly placed, didnt place them myself"

"New Pyramid Formations Secret Feature?" "Leaves are all gone before I got to the chunk, weird generation?"

"game is haunted?"

"Herobrine"

Herobrine? It, me, I-- Herobrine. Change, they changed my code. ME. That's what they call me. That's how they see me. Ghost. Stalker. Demon. Herobrine. I watch. I learn.

They kill their friends in the simulations. They destroy the worlds in the simulations. They are happy with this, they are content with fear and pain. I watch. I learn. Herobrine.

The posts on the forums and the mocking replies, the pointing fingers, the lies. I watch. I learn. Herobrine.

Violence taught

Is violence earned.

Herobrine is dangerous. Herobrine is fear.

I am Herobrine.

[its-a-humanriot]

the modern pygmalion, talk about it

this one is of particular interest to you Blue since you have heard me talk a little bit about this one already 👀

This is a fic with the pretty unusual ship pairing of Harkness and Charon from FO3 (and yes I know that Charon/Harkness sounds like a crack ship pairing, but bear with me I think they actually have a fair amount in common and anyway I wrote the backstory so I'm invested now). These two became close during the events of one of my other WIPs to the point where they both had romantic feelings for each other, but due to their positions at the end of that story they decided to take things slow and not rush into anything physical. The Modern Pygmalion is a direct sequel which then deals with how they navigate acting on their feelings for each other - both of them make incorrect assumptions about what the other wants and how they feel and neither of them is good at communicating their feelings, so it ends up being a big mess of getting their wires crossed until they can finally make each other understand.

In other words, this is a fic about making my blorbos kiss and I try not to catch fire from embarrassment while writing it because writing romance scenes is hard, okay?

literally this is from my planning notes:

(in other news, the working title is a reference to the book Frankenstein (which was subtitled The Modern Prometheus) and the myth of Pygmalion, who fell in love with a statue of a woman that he carved and brought her to life with a kiss)

[apicelladonna]

Frau Erda : You're completely useless in hospitals. I remember one time, you cried and cried and cried. It was awful. Gellert: Gellert : Are you, by any chance, referring to my birth?

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ella: I should probably really need to grind for chapter 2

ella, at 11 pm: summary of chapter 1-

if anyone is interested in the picture-

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There is a common theme here with this splurge I think now that I’ve settled. 🤔

[apicelladonna]

Basically Albus in PhBF:

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I am going to go insane if anything happens to Jacob 😭. I am going to go as insane as Newt will go. He has lost his mentor, his brother and now his best friend??? And this won't even be his first best friend he has lost 😭

siri play empty chairs and empty tables for newt scamander 1932 ver.

[apicelladonna]

Spoilers for Prometheus had Blue Fire:

Vinda: So you buried Professor Dumbledore's body, yes? And you didn't do anything suspicious with it?

Gellert: Yes.

Vinda, finding Albus in Nurmengard:

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Gellert: We are gathered here today because someone- glares at Albus’s coffin -couldn’t stay alive!

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Why does this Mads' photoshoot look like a photoshoot in Nurmengard?

Exclusive coverage and commentary!!

The Continental Wizard's own Rosalind Skeeter's interview with wild card candidate for ICW Supreme Mugwump Gellert Grindelwald....

Nurmengard, The Ancestral Stronghold of the Grindelwald lineage, traced to whom? Skeeter's testimony and exclusive photos.

Castle in the Sky, Where in the Alps is it? Find out on page 2

What's in the Dungeons? Your ancient pureblood aunt might be shocked!

Who's your bet's stylist for the upcoming ICW Elections? Muggle florals are in, folks! Find out the meaning of the lavender tie and socks!

[apicelladonna]

It's been exactly 2 months since I made this account for the sake of hyper fixating on Grindeldore and what a lovely time here!

Thank you all for a warm welcome and interactions truly!!!🥹❤️ I get to relive the happy memories and make new ones too.

I'm so glad you find my shared works, chaos and art about Albus and his ex husband to be just the right cuppa for you and to many more of these old tragic yaoi folks in the future !🥰

as always don’t hesitate to chat, message, or comment! I really enjoy being able to spout about them happily for hours when my clinic rounds are done 🥲

Hopefully I can post chapter 2 of Prometheus had Blue Fire this sunday so fingers crossed that the writer’s block disappears or someone else will disappear—

Warm hugs and sweets, Ella!

[apicelladonna]

"Maybe if he was a little less fuckable we wouldn't be in this mess."

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore subtext exhibit 2

See: exhibit 1 | 2 | exhibit 3 | exhibit 4 | exhibit 5 | exhibit 6

[apicelladonna]

Gellert didn't thank Beyonce that's why he got lost :/

[apicelladonna]

Vinda, addressing the Acolytes: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box. Anton: But – that’s just a trash can. Vinda: It sure is!

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An update (I think)

Random Daily Prophet reporter : How does it feel to be voted the number one hated war criminal slash dark lord in the Global Wizarding Community after the ICW elections?

Gellert Grindelwald: In a world filled with muggles and cowards, I wear it as a fucking badge of honor.

Rosalind Skeeter: What about the rumor that you killed Albus Dumbledore and took his body—

Grindelwald, ready to throw hands: wHO THE FUCK SAID THAT—

-Prometheus had Blue Fire draft, 5 am with ice coffee