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not with a bang

They even went and ambiguously died together in the season finale.

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sin function, sine function

I can't believe they really ended it by having Victor and Jayce ascend into some sort of transcendental force of time that the arcane self-regulates the existence of the anomaly through. Look at 'em showing up in Ekko's notes in the universe where hextech doesn't even exist.

The time-mass rune passing between Viktor to Jayce to Viktor (to Jayce to Viktor...) ad infinitum... turned into a real self-perpetuating motion machine. It lives and dies between them, forever, because Viktor will always offer the fruit and Jayce will always bite. Such is love.

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interlude of our dreams - YHK comic

My piece for @orvstorytimebb / #ORVStorytime big bang. A post-canon YHK comic, adapted from @dokjaphd's fanfiction of the same name: Also posted on Twitter and AO3.

2024

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kintsugi humans

Dearly beloved, you've finally shattered things in a way I cannot repair. If it were just a million little pieces, I would spend a million and one days finding each particle and corner-swept bit of dust, and what I cannot find I will fill in with love. But you've gone and done something tremendous - the way you always do - and now there are no pieces for me to pick up, only you. And what can I do but hold you close, dear and loved. What can I do?

2024

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Eighteen-Hundred (and Counting) Anna Croft's Bathing in the River Lethe

You are the sum of your experiences, and now they are all returned to the world. Baptism, dissolution - so you finally open your mouth and drink. So you finally open your mouth and choke down salted defeat. This future is not yours to want. Thousands of lives slough off and are swept away in the current; the death of the woman who lived besides Yoo Joonghyuk until the end of all things. It's the prophet in you but it's also the friend you know dearly. Soon, you think. He too will choose as you do now.

2023

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1863

"Director of the Last False Act, for whom does your bell toll? When none are left to hear the bells, for what do they ring?"

2022

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Faith

Faith, or the lack thereof. Upon his back lies the weight of the world, but his world was small and fragile and breathed in little hiccups. Maybe it was love. Maybe it was the only thing he knew how to do. Yoo Joonghyuk held sentinel regardless. The end of infinity may come and go and still—with patience he stands waiting.

2022

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dungeon meshi fashion, 2 - Falin

[REF: Prada FW24 - Human Nature]

Dear Falin, The Briganian calling aster seeds you sent last autumn have finally arrived! It was totally a bit weird picking them one by one out of your feathers (your brother wandered by and said I looked like a harpy grooming for lice), but I guess it worked to keep the spellwork bind fresh so it's OK. I've already gone and planted them, out round the tree with the strange beehive in the courtyard. Speaking of, Laios also said that they wouldn't be real calling asters, since apparently we don't have the right species of bugs this far north, but in The Secrets of Linsheal they had an entire plot point about following the lovesong of calling asters home - so I'm certain there's a way to grow them here so they sing in the summer. My personal theory is on some sort of facilitated mana transfusion between the bees and the growing flowers, because there was a very ritualistic element in the novel that could be read as unguided dexteric casting - a lot like what you do, actually - which only really fell out of favor a couple hundred years ago when the curriculum was properly standardized [....] Your friend, Marcille Donato

2024

part one

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gung-ho military brat, denied

Kabru probably wasn't just buttering them up here when he said he dreamed of joining the Canaries as a kid lol

[Dungeon Meshi, Chapter 45]

If you take a closer look at what he's wearing as a kid - both in the manga and supplementary materials - you'll notice that more often than not, he's most likely wearing parts of Milsiril's old armor, which is a cute detail.

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I just think that this version of Kabru would exist, objectively, as the funniest state of events. the mostest character interpretation. in that house no one is more autistic than Milsiril.

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dungeon meshi fashion, 1 - Marcille

[REF: Johanna Ortiz FW24 - Eugène]

To Marcille— The monarch butterfly lives only around 5 weeks or less; the exception lies for those born in the waning months of summer, with lifespans that measure in months rather than weeks. Long lived individuals can reach up to 8 or 9 months, outlasting the fell turn of autumn and solemn winter by migrating to warmer lands. I saw a tree of them just yesterday. The wind held still and the sun held stiller light; the only thing breathing was that brown tree of weakly fluttering wings and so I held my breath too—but Marcille, I must've been allergic to something because I SNEEZED so so loudly and then the leaves were falling up—it was autumn burning off this tree, amber wings flashing gold into that silent blue sky and it was so sudden I swear it felt like being hit by one of your fireballs, if it didn't burn you at all. [....] —Falin

2024

part two

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four left shadows

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Would Ariel Menstruate Caviar?

Recently, I’ve been mired in the great trials and tribulations of naming. Or, as Kvothe would put it, with a lot more pomp and teethy circumstance, Naming. Although it’s not as so grand as trying to capture the impossible essence of some worldly fundamental, the titular power of a good naming can be denied about as much as you can, say, deny how Ariel had a cloaca for most of her life. Two-in-one deal, Prince Eric. 

(Of course, now comes the question, if Ariel shifts back into a mermaid during her menstrual cycle, would she just... lay eggs? Food for thought. LITERAL food for Prince Eric if he’s a disturbed, kinky sonuvabitch, lol. Ariel squirting caviar right into that filthy, filthy mouth. Jesus Christ.) 

Anyways. 

The first thing anyone thinks of when referring to a piece of media would be the title, or some variation upon it. It’s what first impressions will be made of, what fans will borrow for their fandom umbrellas of identification, and so forth. 

Upon seeing the notice for the Webtoons: Call to Action contest, it’s been an on-off attempt to find some suitable title for my entry. 

Fantasy, action, not too long, not too generic, not too weird, encapsulates the themes... well. I’ll think of something. The current working title is My (24M) Exes (23M, 24F) Have Unionized Against Me. Worst case, I’ll just use this as a title for the practice side stories.

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Here lies the start of degeneracy

or something of the sort that poor Evan Hansen would cry about while awkwardly wiping jizz off his cast, hunched over all choked up and hoping he doesn’t smudge the trivial signature of a dead boy into anything less than a monument to teenaged stupidity — as if some ghostly Connor could still be tainted by the physical, as if he could still care. 

This would be a monument to teenaged tragedy if you were kind, but teenaged anything tends to run towards stupidity at any given point with the flaming passion of adult tax evasion, in standardised metric proportions (Capone’s Maxim of Healthy Living, 2014.)

It’s been a good decade since I last posted on Tumblr; haven’t been here since one of the ‘12 banwaves caught me hook, line, and heavy lead sinker down to support hell where all the pitiful netizens went. But recently the itch to obsessively diarize online has respawned again, so here I am.

Hello new world! Returning now seems a godawful omen of horrible things to come, and by horrible things to come I mean dehydrated carnivore diet man-come, JP gloryhole style. 

This is gonna be so, so wonderful. I can’t wait.