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[cyboppy]

hi. you will never guess what song I've had on loop for the past many days alsomi spent almost 18 hours on this please help me

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[just-1-scorpio]

Reading Thief of Spring so you don't have to chapter 1-5.

Doas anyone remember this monstracety?

I defenetly remember this. So I started reading the book so you don't have to

1.Chapter one.

The book starts in London, on a halloween night. Persephone is sitting in her room, when her OC friend Libby arrives, and climbs up to her room by the fair exit. Her friend is dressed up in a costume.

Sephy is Persephone's nickname by the way. I know it's a stupid nickname. We also learn that Persephone is into fairy tales, and such.

After this Persephone similarly states that she doas not want to go, then brings up that her father would be worried. Libby talk her into going out, and she dresses her up as Rapunzel, then the two go out.

Chapter 2.

Whaile they are walking to the place to meet they friendgroup, Persephone is stoped by someone.

If someone doasn't know Samhain is a celtic celebretion, and one of the precursor of Halloween. Basicly in the past people belived that at Samhain, the gods become visable to humans, and playd tricks on they belivers. Also during this the Celts made sacrifices and propitations of defrent type in order to not prevail over the hardships of the season, or conteract the activities of the gods.

So back to the story. After this Persephone want to fo to this ball, based on how pretty the flyer is. So Persephone and Libby go to this ball. I'm sorry but I think it's pretty clear that it's a bad idea. Maybe this is just my openion, but I wouldn't go to a ball that a stranger invited me.

So Persephone and writer's OC goas to the ball. And the line in before them is full of strange looking people, who Persephone thinks that are in really well made costumes. They get in, and are imedietly ammazed by a fantasy like place, complited with a throne. Libby takes the invitation, and goas out side to call they other friends, because there is no conection here. Persephone starts to think coming here was not that good of an idea, because it's too good to be true, and because it looks like a VIP or something. She then goas to eat, but a guest stops her saying "This food is not for morals", and she still thinks that this is all an act. I'm sorry but how doas nothing ring a bell in her head? She is into fairy tales, and legends, and her father is a classicist. How doas she never thinks that "This is too good to be true, and the costumes are way to realistic, and there is no conection. This looks like a fae trap"?

Anyway then we meet Hades.

So Hades starts to talk to her, and tells her to get out. Persephone refuses, then this happands.

Remember this screen. It will come up late.

So Libby arrives back, and drinks from the vine, and gets's drunk. Then suddenly the doors open, and goblins come in. Persephone starts having a bad feeling about this, as the only sober human guest. The other think that this is a show.

Then a gaint man with horns, and hoofs comes in, and Persephone has a worse and worse feeling about this.

I looked up. In Scottish folklore the Unseelie and the Seelie are two courts of faeries. The Seelies are basicly the good one. They help people, and repay kindness that they get. But they can still avange insults, and they are stoll prone to mischief. Meanwhaile Unseelies are darkly inclinde fairies, and unlike the Seelies, you don't have to offend them in order for them to hurt you.

Back to the story. So Persephone realises that this is not good, and starts to think that something was put into they drink.

I looked up, and I only got a Roman emperor for King Valerian. And I have a few question. If this man is Ares why doas he have horns, and hoofs? What is this crossover episode?

So Libby sobers up, and trais to help Persephone, but she is held up. And Persephone is about to die. But Hades intervines. Saying that he has prioror claim on her, because she have drink from his wine. I told you that that screen will come up later! So now Persephone has to speand 7 mounth in the underworld, and Hades takes the sword and kills a random man.

Chapter 3.

Persephone wakes up in a dark room, with Hades watching her. Not creep at all.

Then Hades answears her questions.

What the FUCK?! I'm sorry but why? Making the Greek gods into fae is bad enough, but "I'm not sure if there were ever gods who walked this eather"? I'm sorry, but did the writer ever thought about reaserching? There are gods in Celtic mythology.

Can we agree that the "It's a title" trope or how should I call it, should have stad a Dark Olympus series thing? It's just bad. Also when was Hades referd to as the Prince of Darkness, and Lord of Night? I looked up to make shure, and nowhere is he referd to as such.

So anyways. Hades tels Persephone that she can't leave, because if she doas then she will anger the fae queen. So she has to stay, and Hades goas away.

Chapter 4.

So Persephone feels sad, lonely and wories about her father. She trais to eat, but can't, then Hades apears agin with a bad. Turns out that this place listens to command. Basicly it's like a smart house but romantasy edition.

Turns out he went to her father's house, glamoured her father into beliving that Persephone got a really good schoolership, and now has to go away. And also he brough her cat Pandora, and some of her stuff from her room.

Then turns out that he is unable to lie.

I'm sorry but what would you ask what is is middle name? He doas not have one.

Chapter 5.

Persephone settles in to her new room, she realises that she is imune to glamour, and looks at a picture of her mother in an old book.

I'm sorry but this doas not make sense. How the fuck doas he not know her full name? Like how do you not know the full name of the woman who you dated, moved to your country, and given birth to your child? How? He is eather hiding something or not the smartest. Persephone, your father is an idiot.

I'm sorry, but I had to do this.

I'm betting my money that Demeter is her mother, or she is a reincaretion of Persephone, or both. Why? I don't know.

So she finds a new dress in the closet, then goas to explore the palece. This chapter is not that long, and nothing really happands in it.

In one of the rooms, wich turns out to be a cave, Persephone finds flowers, and Hades apears. He explains that the fect that he can't lie doas not mean that he can't be dishonest. Also we learn that she was imune to his glamour because of her necklace.

Edit: I would like to add that. Acording to Hades, they can die. Which is stupid, when you remember that they are supposed to be immortal. I beg writers to understand that the Greek Gods can't die.

[slime-enby]

Sorry I have to keep talking about this one line that for some reason took me out with sobs for a good five minutes

"What happened to the bird he was holding?"

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BIRD HE WAS HOLDING??

Ari woke up with both legs and an arm all in casts and in the same thoughts as asking if Dante is okay, HE STILL NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BIRD, BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT IT WOULD KILL DANTE TO KNOW THAT THE BIRD DIDNT MAKE IT. HES STILL TRYING TO ASK IF DANTE COULD REALLY BE OKAY. I'm losing my fucking mind. Ari doesn't even consider that Dante's concern over himself wouldn't make Dante Not Okay, because he knows Dante couldn't live with himself if he couldn't save that bird

[aelijoh]

I have a confession to make

I didn't know for the longest time that Catra actually died... I thought she was just KO'ed for a bit...

[owen-da-best]

A trew ap taday at school bc af da stapid sandwich (again) am sa tayerd af dis dasgustang balogna, at tastes sa wrong.. :[

[lv-tangle-universe-blog]

The whole sketch sheet is complete, finished shaded, and more. I spent too much time on this... Of course, when I took the picture.It's been a week or more since it been done, i thought it'd be fun to try to write the story a little bit while posting the other pictures. Since it's a little undercooked now, I fear I burned it... These next words are more of closing thoughts...

(Game over, she swore she saw those words before up there. In the blackness of the void, but they're a lot more sugary than last time, last time? The memory slowly came to rear its ugly ahead. Oh yeah, this happened before.... But back then, there was more of a red glare. This was a soft, sugary game. Of course, the game over would be different, but the words underneath it... Insert four quarters to continue, rummaging around the pockets. Those are normally filled with the brim of code data to help her, to find nothing. Of course, she looks down at her body. Seeing the sugary facade slowly go first pixel by pixel, revealing the horrible truth underneath, and pretty soon that will go to... But why is it so painfully slow? The deletion process was a lot faster last time,... A sigh escapes her lips. She has accepted this situation... There's nothing here, but a void of black and a mistake, and the words...

She figured she would reflect on the past. Well, she's here to review everything, as her thoughts scramble for panic that she's trying to suppress, a memory popped up a good memory of the twins, helping her decorate and make her own little garage area sense she didn't have one,... She saw what happened to road blasters from the highest point of the bleachers quickly running down to her siblings that she loved even though she caused chaos on the track whenever she was on, she still cared about them, she tried to yell at them, tried to get them out of the game, but they wouldn't listen, "i should've drive them out myself. Or at least put myself in the player position so the game would still run, i guess I can't change it now. I hope wherever they are, they're okay. ".... A clunking sound could be heard to roll out.The void, like a quarter, was being inserted. She looked up at the words, Insert three quarters to continue,... She stared at it confused, didn't it say four?, penny for your thoughts munch?, with a huff, she tried to think of something else for a bit since the thought of turbo time is so painful,

Vanellope...oh... I wish I would have been nicer to my little sister... Teach her how to glitch more effectively... at least keep her safe... I couldn't even do that..."If it makes up for anything, I am sorry, my little glitch," she mumbled... Another quarter sound can be heard, 2..."So I guess this self reflection is helping somewhat. "... A bit of desperation finally seeps into her code, encouraging her to think of something else as the last bits of pixels fade from the sugary facade. Revealing an inverse coloration of turbo, looking down at herself, she is reminded that she is just a copy of a shadow of a man.That is so selfish it hurts...

Now, thinking about it, what is she even supposed supposed to be... Everyone tells her that she has removed the code, but no one tells her what that code is... Or what it is, since she's not a her anymore... Can she even keep that monocle... She doesn't see why not since she has nothing else to show her identity... thought it occurred to her. She never thought of what she's supposed to be doing. Or what her code is telling her to do, thinking back. She always finds joy in driving and causing chaos for the other drivers around her throwing stuff, knocking over barrels, she had to keep that on the down low for sugar rush, and it drove her mad, when getting those sugar cubes during a race? Oh, it was heaven either to wait until an affordable opportunity to screw over as many racers as possible or do it right away. Just for the heck of it and to see the look on their faces... I'm an enemy racer, of course, I take joy out of seeing a player, spin out... Whoa, where did that come from... She blinked a couple of times. It must have been her code that finally reached out to her to tell her what she was... An enemy racer,ha, everything makes sense now... her want to ruin her game, other games just for the sake of screwing over the players. She can kinda see why her code was kind of removed now, but to go to extremes, to completely crash, sugar rush was a little overboard, "i guess taking things too far is kind of my specialty"..."And besides, the game wouldn't be fun without some form of antagonist,"... She laughed and giggled, finding pure joy, just the thought looking up at that face behind the screen with an angry scowl. On their face, mad at her for ruining their fun time... Then, the realization hits her. She's just deleted code. The code itself had to reach out to the spreadsheet of turbo and invert the colors just to give her a model..."i guess in a way I was doing my job, hehe," her laughter died down, that doesn't excuse her actions, not even close, causing a pit in her stomach, the quarter sound hitting the bank plays again...1...

She started to cry a little... She couldn't think of anything else that she wanted to reflect on, only her anger on turbo and what he had done. It makes sense now. On why is she so angry at him all the time. She's supposed to be a rival or a straight-up. Antagonist to him... It doesn't give her an excuse to be so mean to him. She could have been better about it, then again, given what he has done to Sugar Rush. She should've knocked him in the head until he passed out, but instead, she thought she would be the better person and work alongside him to keep herself safe... She couldn't even guarantee that she wouldn't be erased... So half of his actions did fall upon her to do... All for what... Attention that she's probably never gonna get... That word came up again... Attention... Does it even matter?... The players are gonna hate her anyway... Maybe because she saw the ego in him growing and did nothing about it... If she did do something, He would just probably ignore her or call her names, throw her in a corner, and forget about her... Maybe she's mad at him for being such a selfish monster... No, that's being a hypocrite... Cause she was a monster herself... She wanted this goal so bad that she was willing to hurt herself for it... Well, that's not a healthy thought process... And it clearly shows on her precious lowrider...huh... "I guess I have a problem. Maybe if I asked ralph for help, he would help me to?".... She thought about it... ralph did say there was a support group for bad guys... And under some technical terms, she is a bad guy... Maybe they could help... That's if... She was still alive... She slowly looks down in despair...

Half of her actual body is gone... But the sound of a quarter filled in the space as her head snapped up, the screen was going bright... And she can see, it's starting to sparkle, like the sugar cubes, she tried to make out something in the brightness, and she swears she could see mister lickwhack but she wasn't able to get much details before something jabs into her from her back, regenerating the sugary facade, and everything else in a blink of an eye, knocking her out, slowly wiping her memories of this experience, only keeping the important stuff, before everything going bright again,... Press start)

This was mostly inspired by the game over fan Fics that I came across. If I ever figure out how to link text, I will put them here..

[ivathedemon]

Auglur Petumbra Yooreek Flasque Meebkin Whail Piplash my beloved

[engineeringandtwirlingscout]

Barney doodle

[missmonkeymode]

Gamefreak was hilarious for sending the train man back in time before trains existed. You put that autistic man in a world without his special interest.

[waterbottlegrey-blog]

The stories bout the cleverness of ravens are true. You can see Brent's car as you walk out of the house for the last time, with everything that could be detached with clever raven claws and beaks detached. it's quite impressive. They'd somehow managed to pull apart the lights without breaking the light-bulbs. They'd lined a circle around the hummer with them.

"Okay, so we're going to the glen," you say. "And we're finding my parents."

The young raven, who'd introduced himself as Cup-Noodle-Thief, CNT for short, has been waiting for you patiently. He croaks excitedly, flies around and does a barrel roll. Atomic-Crisco, the elderly one, is on your bike's handlebar already.

"We should hurry then. It's a day's flight, and you need to make it before the rising of the moon," he says.

"And we really should know your heraldry before that. I've heard some of them can be really harsh about protocol," adds CNT.

You shrug, and load your tent into the saddle bags.

You really don't care about stuff like that right now. You want some answers. You want to know why they'd never came to look for you. The changeling is suppressed to return, that's the story. They're supposed to come back for it. There's at least one story that goes like that. And they'd left you here.

CNT croaks at Crisco. Crisco jumps on the seat.

"Fine, what about it? I thought you said you don't know what house I'm from." You say.

You've been talking and observing them logn enough to know that Crisco is a stubborn old bastard. He won't move until he gets his way.

"I can make an educated guess," he says, wryly. "You'll need to buy some mirrors. And fresh bread. Pricey liqueur wouldn't hurt." And he says nothing more.

You sigh. It's a bit alarming that they won't tell you what they know before getting you to the glen. But fuck it.

It does take an entire day to get there. In the end, its just an abandoned strip of land beside a highway. You got the bag of bagels, and merlot, and 60 hand-held mirrors.

The rest of the flock caught up with you when you were in the traffic jam, getting out of the city. You just know CNT led you to take that route on purpose, somehow. YOu just hope they didn't cause the car accident. As it was, you missed the moon-rise, and used up both of your first-aid kits.

"Alright, so can you tell me now?" You demand once you've set up the tent.

"Of course, my Lord," says CNT. The rest of the ravens are perched in the shrubbery and the lone tree around your little camp. The gas stove is bubbling away, Crisco nudging the lid every once in a while so it won't overflow.

"So, I'm pretty sure you're Dark-Fae, because of the whole, you know, reality warping, but the specific house is trickier. They'd keep the details of the descen-"

"Hold on," you interrupt. "Firstly, how do you know 'reality warping' but not HOA, and also, I've been warping reality?"

There's a chorus of croaking and laughter from around you.

"Aye," sounds a voice from behind the tent.

You jump to your feet. There's a fuck-off huge man, with a homely face, dressed in what would be best called bondage-lumberjack outfit, coming around to sit at your fire. He's smiling, but it's a smirking smile.

You eye him carefully. You've been in a hundred biker bars, and you know that swagger.

"Proper greeting is 'hello, how are you', so let's start there," you snap.

Crisco chuckles at the pot.

"Your first retainer, it seems. You could do worse. What ho, dryad. How fares thy clan?"

You keep you face blank, your heart hammering in your chest. This is what comes from now hawing the heart to grab the old feather-duster and shaking him until explanations fall out. The large man stops smirking, at least.

He grins, trying for charming. He'd probably pull it off to anyone else, but you're used to navigating Father and his flock of fawning bitches in the congregation for minimum bodily harm. You can just about smell the apprehension of someone that's trying to buff his way higher in the pecking order. "I'm tough, tougher than you, really, no, really, just please don't check-"

"Lawrence, at your service, My Lord," he says. "How do you fare?"

You don't point out that you're more of a Lordship. Gentleperson? Bah. The particulars of your gender are irrelevent right now, and the ravens have been using it more as a title than anything else, anyways.

"I fare impatient. What reality warping?"

Lawrence smirks again. You feel a stab of pity. He's trying so hard, bless him, he wouldn't last one day in the Inner Divinity Circle.

"You're a Fae Lord of the Shaded Shack, Lord. Reality warping is your purview. You can impose your will on the world, the way you think things should be." He sits on his knees like in a Japanese movie, the leather rig creaking as he rolls his shoulders. The light from the lantern shines of the straining buttons on the plaid shirt. Is he...?

Nevermind.

"Be nice to know what that is," you say pointedly to Crisco. He manages to conwey a shrug.

"Young Cup-Noodle-Thief was enjoying his first attempts at fool-dom, Lord. I felt he should try, as he will replace me. I am...old."

He tries to twist off the gas stove. Lawrence reaches over and twists it for him. His demeanor is entirely changed. He's now blank-faced and subdued. His eyes are lowered.

Your mind races. There's a hierarchy here. You can see the outlines. Atomic Crisco just implied something important. Fool is taken, and above Retainer.

"I got ways to go," mutters CNT. "But yeah. It's like, an area of effect. And I know an HOA is a thing fancy neighbourhoods have, it's like, an important flock within the flock that no-one likes. And I was trying to sound fancy, cause we though you were a fancy Fae Lord that was taking a holiday. Sorry," he adds.

You forgive him immediately. CNT was the goofball of the flock, and before... today, you always loved to whatch what stupid escapade he'd get himself into.

"You're still not explaining yourself," you say softly.

CNT looks at Lawrence, then pointedly at you. Lawrence, for his part, is still lowering his eyes.

"This world is... soft, to a being of your power, my Lord. We didn't know you were a High House until you made the rest of the flock like us."

He nods towards Crisco. He croaks, then says in a jovial tone:

"It was a lark to see the lowbeast flockmates suddenly awaken one day with cognition. One day your biggest puzzle is the shine of a trashcan and why you can't eat it, and the next you're Wise and re-inventing the descartian reasoning of existence in a panic."

"Hey, man, fuck you," sounds from one of the bushes. A chorus of laughter sounds. You chuckle. CNT preens, and Crisco nods approvingly.

"So because I spoke to you since I was little-"

"We spoke back. I already was Wise, courtesy of Lord Star, but of the rest, Cup-Noodle-Thief was the first. Do you remember giving him his name?"

You stare at CNT. You called him that, you remember, when you were watching him in the park.

"Yeah, I was eating those noodles, and then suddenly thought Hey, these aren't meat, they just smell like meat, what the fuck? An then panicked because I thought my thoughts were someone talking," says CNT.

"So this Lord Star is my father?" you ask.

"I have no idea, I'm sorry, my Lord." Crisco looks ashamed.

"Yeah, they keep kids under wraps until they come into their power. You could be, or you could be one of the hundreds of others. Powers are random, people just join the High Houses later once they manifest based on them. I'm not even fully up on those, I found maybe a dozen Houses to figure out your heraldy, and I was focusing on weasels, cause you had so much plushies of them, and green and black colours and do you know how many houses-" Okay, so he tried to guess your house based on what you wore? Poor guy. You wore exactly three shades on green and black, and- Lawence shifted.

"You know more about Houses and things, right, Lawrence?"

Lawrence takes a deep breath. You narrow your eyes. He looks... stubborn.

"It's not the privilege of a retainer, to advise, my Lord."

"Not a privilege of a dryad to try and usurp a Wise Awakened, either." snarks CNT, "But it looks like your woody self grew a pair of more than just fruit, eh?" He looks hopefully towards you. Crisco groans.

You groan.

You can apparetly warp reality to the point of granting cognition, your one retainer is a extorting dryad, and your Fool makes dirty puns.

"You can kneel there until you feel otherwise," you tell Lawrence. You give it 10 hours, because he's a stubborn one, he's kneeling on rocks, and he's feeling it already. You hate thet you can predict that so accurately.

He looks startled. Yeah buddy, and I won't cave even if you hold your breath, either, you think. There's laughter from the flock around you.

Still, your stew is done, and you have some answers. You'll eat, sleep, and get more answers.

You always got strange looks whenever you fed the neighborhood ravens. “I give them food, they give me company,” you’d say. One day, a raven excitedly comes up to you and whispers, “A neighbor plots against you, my lord.”

[static-void]

Fighting glavenus just feels like fighting a really overgrown charge blade. So I'm quite fond of it.

[just-1-scorpio]

Basicly this is the Dislyte fandom:

Welcome to the Dislyte fandom. We don't have ship wars or any major disagreements here, since there's like- three and a half of us

[gay-dorito-dust]

Bob: *to you* this cookie is in the shape of a heart, that’s how I feel about you. :)

You: *whailing hysterically as you hug the cookie to your chest*

Bob: *to John* this one’s in the shape of a taco…much like your shield that I bent out of shape.

John: …

Bob: asshole *smiles innocently*

You: *still in hysterics* MY ANGEL!

[keferon]

Just a thought for the apocalyptic ponyo au (man I love that name):

Sen Shockwave's students are actually humans and he's a mer who save them during the tsunamie thing. THINK ABOUT IT! Shockwave takes in his students because they are weird, and as humans they are weird TO HIM! He wants to understand what those weird legged people do! He wants to protect them from potential threats from the ocean! THEY'RE WEIRD BUT BECAUSE THEY'RE HUMANS!

OH THAT SOUNDS SO FUN

Imagine if he’s REALLY fucking big so he can basically just carry all his kids oh his back like whales do with their…how do you call a baby whail…calfs?

Haha now I’m just thinking. Imagine if those kids had some really fucked up background so instead of them having superpowers it’s just them having guns. Just. Just one really big mer randomly adopting a bunch of heavily armed 16 year olds. Stealing them from local mafia perhaps.

Skywarp: We don’t need anyone!! All that adults do is treat us like shit and make us work for food. We should just shoot this thing before it kills us

Shockwave: *gently pats his head and offers him food*

Skywarp: …….I might need to reconsider……

[just-1-scorpio]

So Madeline Miller is writing a Persephone retelling. So let's make our bets about the book.

The winners will win this picture of a brick.

So let's make a bet.

A.) She will potray Demeter as an abusive mother, whaile the kidnapping will be ereased, and Hades will be baby boyfied.

B.) Hades will be potrayd as eveil incarnate, and Demeter will be potrayd as a poor poor blorbo (similar to how she potrayd Circe)

C.) Both will be potrayd as the worst. Demeter, and Hades will be potrayd as abusive, and Persephone will be potrayd as a poor poor girl who always has to suffer.

My bet is that it will be C.).

[someone-from-far-away]

Soo we all know that Jaskier either winters at some courts or he is a professor at Oxenfurt. And we all like assume he teaches what?

Literacy? Music? Poetry???

But what if it isn't any of those? (It probably is one of those but stfu)

What if its something u wouldnt think of at first.

What if it was Alchemy?

Can u imagne how fascinated would Jaskier be with witcher elixirs???

Or mayby ,as someone(hehe) who studied science his whole life, he would be utterly horrified with the way he does it.

Like picture it.

He would be disgusted

Geralt why are u not cooking the brain??

It wouldnt change anything in the potion, exept it wouldnt tAstE LiKe HORSE PISS GERALT.

OMG GUYYSS Geralt was thaught portions after the fall of Kaer Morgen and who thaught him????

Vesemir

And who was Vesemir???

A Fencing teacher.

So yes whaile he knew how to make the potions . He was like when u are thaught bartenting arleady behinde the bar.

Like:

Thats not exacly hiw its done BUT I do it this way.

Ofc he wouldnt say it but u get the idea

Im sorry if this makes no sense but its litteraty 3 something when i came up with this