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quick c!Techno sketch for a friend

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The floor seemed wonderfully soild.

It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

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Thinking about the dsmp as a stage play is kind of the most mentally damaging thing on the earth to me

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You laugh, and I swear— it's the gentlest rain, soft as whispers against steel, but when it comes rolling, when it truly comes, it's thunder cracking open the sky, ripping the silence apart like the birth of a star. I hear it and I am unmade, stitched back together only by the echo of you.

Your hair—gods, your hair— I could spend lifetimes smoothing it back, keeping it in place with hands meant for ruin, hands stained with the ink of all I have done, all I would undo, just for you. Let me care for you in the smallest ways, let me hold what is yours so it does not fall, so you do not bear the weight alone.

And your eyes— violets in the night, no, amethysts in a creek, drowned in silver light, shifting, changing, endless in their depth, endless in their beauty. A truth that cannot be spoken, only seen, and even then, not understood— only beheld, only worshiped.

I love you, there is no unwavering, love you—gods, I love you. I would carve myself anew, tear my DNA strand from strand, rewrite every atom if it meant your safety. If it meant your warmth beside me, if it meant your breath, steady and sure.

No, not rewrite— I would shatter the stars. I would bring them to their knees, make them beg, make them weep, make them understand what it is to look upon you, unadulterated, unbroken. You, in all your quiet radiance, you, in all your infinite grace.

And I— I just want to hold you. I just want to kiss you. I just want to love you until even the gods know envy.

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Throwing Away the Alarm Clock

by Charles Bukowski

my father always said, "early to bed and

early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy

and wise."

it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house

and we were up at dawn to the smell of

coffee, frying bacon and scrambled

eggs.

my father followed this general routine

for a lifetime and died young, broke,

and, I think, not too

wise.

taking note, I rejected his advice and it

became, for me, late to bed and late

to rise.

now, I'm not saying that I've conquered

the world but I've avoided

numberless early traffic jams, bypassed some

common pitfalls

and have met some strange, wonderful

people

one of whom

was

myself—someone my father

never

knew.

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But just imagine

If they had your eyes and my nose

Absolute beauty and bit crooked below

Actuall no, i wouldnt like that at all

Because my little me just drew chalk on the wall

And now I'm pissed...

...at least, i thought i would be

But instead I'm teaching them a lesson about how to be me

But i dont know if I'd want that

I'd want my kids to be happy

And not at all anxious

But a little bit sappy

I dont even want kids

I mean, what am i saying

I'm fantasizing about something

Tha isnt even playing a role in my life

But maybe when we're 35...

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[ID: text reading “Canon is a native song bird and I’m a house cat about to take it apart and use all the juicy bits”. End ID]

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I hope one day you realize that the home you are trying to return to no longer exists.

It only exists 13 years ago on a warm sunny day with a cool summer breeze, freshly barbecued hot dogs and ice cold cherry cola, two feet to dance with, two hands to hold onto and nothing in the world to regret.

I hope one day you're able to realize this, and maybe then you can realize that you will never,

Ever.

Go Back.

-Joshua Tree

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GRIAN DREAMSLAYER ── ★

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i am you

. . . :)

are you , you ?

( alt vers under the cut )

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Everyone on, or well, from Evo has feathers on their ears.

It's expected for Grian and Jimmy as bird Hybrids, Avians, but the others definitely get looks once people realize they all have them despite the lack of Avian traits, it's easy to realize it's a weird thing when they all have them despite all odds of genetics or luck.

Nobody will ever know the panic the members went through, both the ones the reconnected and the ones that scattered to the winds, when they first came in before they got Out. That the feathered ears (and for some, in other places too), actually predated Jimmy and Grian presenting as Avians so many years later.

That the others, before Grian knew they were alive, before they knew Grian was alive, held with bated breath until Pearl presented into a Moth hybrid of all things. So it wasn't a premonition of a change to come…. But then they didn't really know what it was then, other than a reminder, or maybe just a marker of what they all went through.

Later, when Grian is informed his players have been found and alive and there's tears and fights and screaming and hugs that bruise, they will notice the wings, and he will notice their lack of and the feathers that are still there, and they will talk, but nothing will come of it.

And if later, during SMP's and Life series, if someone questions their feathers, they will all exchange secretive, searching looks with each other before saying It's nothing important.

If you ask Grian he'll look off into the distance with a plastic smile and say it was a side effect of something from a while back, and will change the conversation, but if you're observant you will see the sliver of guilt that haunts him.

If you ask Jimmy he'll clam up and stutter but will just say he doesn't know, that he's an avian, but maybe it's a confidence of genetics, who knew really? Before distracting and distancing himself from the topic.

If you ask Pearl she'll stop and stare with suddenly cold eyes and say with a polite, smiling voice that's all teeth that says that's sort of rude, isn't it? Her tone will be harsh or teasing depending on who asks and how much she cares about them, but her eyes will still be cold, and her words pointed that she will not be answering.

If you ask Martyn, he'll freeze for just a second before his face darkens, even if his tone is light or aloof. He'll say that's a story for a different day (one that will never come) but say that there was an… incident awhile back, and it left its mark, and that's it really.

If you ask BigB, he'll spout something different every time. His face never wavers, his smile never dips, his tone light and teasing, his words are confusing and lead you in circles of the story, until later you realize nothing he said made much sense, and confused on how he seemed so truthful despite the fact he was obviously lying.

As for the other survivors of Evo, well, they disappeared into the winds the moment they got Out, and nobody makes connections with them because why would they? They have no clue they aren't just normal people who just happen to have feathers on their ears, with nobody to compare or connect to.

And the Truth? The Truth is something they will likely never tell, events and secrets kept close to their chest because they're trying to move on and the feathers, while a reminder, don't mean anything more than that to them. After all, they just grow back, so it's easier to just let the pain they cause fade.

After all, Evo left its mark in many more ways in one for the players trapped there for however long, and the feathers are honestly small potatoes compared to their other scars, both mental and physical.

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Scar doesn't die covered in blood, poppies, and lilacs. He watches Pearl's moves, he watches her slow her step, lag to place that block, jump just too late for his arrows. He recognizes the way she clumsily swings back at him. He knows exactly what she's doing. He's been here before.

He wins covered in blood, poppies, and lilacs, and hears Grian's voice in his ear. Grian is with him.

He wins staring at the secret keeper, with the sound of many voices calling out to him - Congratulations. You've completed your task. You've won! We were with you every step of the way. Aren't you proud?

Scar looks around, at the holes in the ground from the wither, at the empty towers and blood stained snow at his feet. He had no friends. He was never really the villain. He was just alone. He turns back to the watchers.

We can give you whatever you want, now. You're the winner. You did better than anyone.

Scar looks at the watchers, and thinks he sees Grian, somewhere, reaching out to him, showing him the way. He sees Pearl and Scott, and a glimpse of Martyn.

In the end, the watchers couldn't touch him. They couldn't break Scar, they could never take him, they couldn't even kill him. All Scar wanted was to go home.

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attempt #2 at mapping the joel polycule

attempt #1

i don't watch empires, so i'm sorry if i got their relationships wrong. thanks to everyone for their suggestions! and yes, these are only flirty/romantic relationships. if this is difficult to read or understand, blame joel not me

i'm not making this again, i'm not making this again -> watch me eat my words

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