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"You cannot kill me in a way that matters."

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Incredible analysis!

AN ISWM ANALYSIS: THE LAMENT OF THE ACTOR

AUTHORS NOTE: 

THIS FAN ANALYSIS WILL CONTAIN HEAVY SPOILERS FOR IN SPACE WITH MARKIPLIER (PT. 1 & 2). IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THOSE, PLEASE STOP READING AND GO WATCH THEM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? If you don’t wish to be spoiled, turn back now! This is your last chance! Go on, Get out of here, go!

Or don’t. It’s your choice after all. But at least now, you know the consequences of your decisions.

For those continuing onward, buckle up for a long one. I loved In Space with Markiplier so deeply, and it resonated so strongly with me, and also with Mark’s other creative works. The man is nothing if not a master of parallels. Grab a snack, and maybe some water. THIS IS 5k WORDS AND A LOT OF PICTURES. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

 It’s time… for the End.

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Hero with a Thousand Faces but it’s Douxie:

-Angry God mode Douxie. He’s just standing around with glowing eyes and Magic around him doing nothing but looking intimidating

-Rocker Douxie. Plays the guitar every 5 seconds and spouts random rock catchphrases.

-moppet Douxie. literally. moppet douxie just shows up. no exaggeration of his personality. Just moppet.

-“I can fix it” Douxie. Spends the entire episode doing chores and helping people.

-Protector/Big Bro Douxie. Hilariously protects anything and anyone and is super dramatic about it.

-Depressed Douxie. lies there in silence over his immortality

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Okay but like... if maces and talons exists in tales of arcadia then what if rise of the titans was just Jim's first time DMing a game with his friends/family and it just went off the rails

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...does Douxie have a birthday?

Wasn't he, like, abandoned or an orphan before being 'taken in' by Archie then officially being taken in by Merlin? Does he even remember when his birthday is?

I feel like after a coupled of centuries he just... gave up and decided to not have birthdays. Heck, he may even start to not care ever since Merlin took him under his wing.

What if Merlin knew that Douxie didn't remember his birthday (through Archie) and just gives him a mini celebration on random days? It isn't extravagant or anything but it's still noticeable how Merlin is a bit softer and shows his appreciation for the boy more. Douxie never realized until pre-Wizards.

Now that Merlin's dead, the gang holds birthday parties for Douxie on random days. It's never a fixed date, they just celebrate whenever and it's FAR more extra than Merlin's subtle celebrations.

Hc that Douxie cried for 2 hours straight the first time the gang celebrated his birthday.

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I would like to take a moment to discuss the fact that some wizard somewhere decided that what they Absolutely Needed was a spell to make train tracks, and somewhere along nine centuries (fewer, actually, since trains didn’t exist for a while), Douxie went Yes, this is a Spell I Should Learn that will Definitely Be Useful.

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Thinking about… Jim and Toby going on their memory-restoring quest…

Douxie’s working in the cafe, living his quiet, desperate life… then suddenly… he remembers

He remembers that he’s a master wizard

He remembers how Merlin sacrificed himself for his apprentice

He remembers his death.

But more importantly, he remembers his LIFE. He remembers all of the heartache, all of the love. He remembers his sister, Nari. And his sister and student, Claire. He remembers how strong he is, how many friends he has.

His coworkers don’t know why he breaks down crying out of nowhere that day. They don’t know why he runs out of the cafe, a desperate look in his eyes.

He’s searching. Searching for the friends he’s just now remembering.

Claire is searching too. She was looking for the pizza to her tomato, but when she sees her teacher, she launches towards him.

He sprints towards her, too. They collide in the middle of the sidewalk, hugging so tight they can barely breathe, and what breath they do have is being used to laugh and sob. They’re collapsed in an undignified pile in the sidewalk, and people are staring, but they don’t care. They’ve just found a little piece of home.

Their stars HAVE aligned. And while they’re still missing people, and still living with heartache, they know it’ll be okay. Their other friends will be there soon. After all, destiny is a gift

And their destiny is to be together.

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Tales of Arcadia (2016-2021)

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I kinda want to do an AU where like no one.

Not even ghosts.

Know that Danny is a halfa.

But like Ghost king AU edition too.

Like Danny is this all powerful protector who also happens to be an amazing king in the ghost zone and A beloved hero in the human world.

But like no one knows he's half-human.

So they get confused by him sometimes.

Danny's too terrified to tell anyone; I mean, his parents are ghost hunters on one side, but also, he learned about what the Observants had done to halfas in the past. IE eradicating them.

So he's this great hero and king who's terrified that the very people he protects would hate him if they knew the truth.

And because of that he carries this inner guilt where he just doesn't feel worthy enough to be where he is.

He doesn't believe he should even exist. That's what all the historical records say about halfas. That they shouldn't exist.

Soon his keep starts to turn gloomy. The color of the walls fade the floor looses its shine the lights dim, the plants in the Castle start to die.

This immensely worries the ghosts that serve Danny or know him as a friend.

Because the kings keep is a reflection of the person on the throne. It shows how they truly feel.

Dimming of a keep meant the king was in dire straights. Normally it meant that a king lost his will to stay. That they were starting to fade.

This was something that unsettled everyone.

The ghost zone was the best it had ever been under Phantoms lead, the human world was safe.

King phantom was considered the greatest king to take the thrown in millennia.

Why was the king losing his will to stay?

They all try to cheer him up take him to do things but nothing seems to be helping.

Finally a group of older ghost decide to treat the king to their old war stories.

Which was fine till they started to get into stories of the halfas they hunted and killed. Talking in the same manner a human would tell a fishing story.

Danny felt his stomach twist, he got up and left the room. Didn't say good bye or thank you or anything.

He just left.

And the keep got so much dimmer.

This launched everyone to further into a panic as they scrambled after their king trying to get his attention. Undo whatever made him feel worse.

One of the older ghosts decides to tell an even better halfa hunting story. Thinking maybe he just didn't tell a good enough one yet.

Suddenly, the king turned around and decked the older ghost in the face. It sent him clean into the wall.

Terrified, as images of how they used to be treated by pariah dark played in there head, the other ghosts scramble.

Danny had never hit any of them before. King phantom was well known to be kind and gentle.

But the ghost they saw before them now, looked nothing like the king they had grown to love.

His aura was flared, his body shook with anger as he regarded the older ghost.

They thought the king was going to do something, drastic but instead he fell to his knees and wept.

No one knew how to help.

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I understand that reference!

Do you think I sit around doing nothing? I haven’t had the chance to sit around and do nothing since the day I joined a fandom. I’m too busy running around trying to drown myself in content. “Read this fic!” “Watch that show!” And when I’m not drowning myself in old content, I’m trying to make new content. And when I’m not doing that, I’m trying to regain emotional stability. Do you know how many times I’ve cried over this stuff? I’ve lost count. Do I get any breaks? No. I have faced character deaths, unresolved endings, and plot lines that don’t make sense. I have been queerbaited, heartbroken, left on cliffhangers. And all the while, I have to remind myself that it’s not real, because if I don’t, I might just explode. Sometimes I feel like I’m being pulled in so many directions I don’t know which way to turn!

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Eugene is the best!

Can we talk about how once Eugene found out Rapunzel had magic hair and she explained the importance of it, how “mother says when I was a baby, people tried to cut it. They wanted to take it for themselves” like, the idea of taking the hair and using it for himself was totally not a thought that entered his head. Rapunzel has just revealed her biggest secret, the very reason she’s been kept in her tower all these years, to a man she’s never met before earlier in the day because she trusts him. And she trusts him because he hasn’t given her a reason not to.

Like yeah, he was trying to scare her off earlier so he’d just get his satchel back quicker but he never once wanted to put her in actual danger and once they encountered some, he did what he could to protect her (of course she’s capable of handling herself but the thought was still there and much appreciated). Eugene even knows there are boundaries with her that he shouldn’t cross

Eugene: Now, I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair

Rapunzel: Nope

Eugene: or the mother

Rapunzel: Uh uh

And he’s been totally respectful of those wishes the whole time. Rapunzel was willing to tell him her biggest secret because he proved he was capable of keeping it, and he wouldn’t sell her out or look at her differently because of it. Eugene was a thief who had, until a few hours ago, just wanted to be rich and do as he pleases. And here, fate (or destiny or a horse) has brought him this unbelievable opportunity to get rich off of this girl’s inexplicably magic hair and he just...doesn’t act on it. I don’t think he hardly thought about it at all. He wasn’t willing to sell Rapunzel out, he never wanted to do that. Like the magic hair was never as important to him as the person who had it and just I love Eugene so much okay

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Love the style of this artist!

Frozen II got me thinking about elemental spirits so I drew a Big Four Seasons AU

In order, we have:

Jack, King of Winter, an ice/snow elemental, and guardian of fun

Rapunzel, Queen of spring, guardian of healing/change, and an earth/plant elemental

Merida, Queen of Summer, guardian of destiny/will-o the whisps, and a fire elemental

Hiccup, King of Autumn, guardian of dragons/protection, and an air elemental.

Wonderful headcanons I have for this:

The moon decided Hiccup could have his leg back once he died. He’s all dragon-y because he literally has the soul of a dragon and it came through when he died. God bless.

Jack is the one who complains the most when they have to dress formally. The other three were literally royalty during their lives and could probably fight in their formal wear, but Frost can’t even walk straight.

Rapunzel doesn’t wear shoes during formal events. She just wears a dress long enough to cover her feet. No one else knows this.

When cargo shorts were invented, Merida went absolutely ape shit. She doesn’t take them off.

The Moon let Toothless join Hiccup in his reincarnation. They are CANON SOULMATES, FIGHT ME.

Jack’s Formal Outfit belt was picked out by literally every other spirit so he keeps his back STRAIGHT. otherwise he gets the stabbi.

Raps also sprouts flowers with every step. Just seems like something that would happen with her.

In the same manner, Hiccup has all kinds of colorful leaves floating around him.

Merida’s hair is a red version of Lava Girls. Jack never let her live it down when the movie came out.

Hiccup usually spends most of his dormant time in the Hidden World, tinkering and looking after the dragons.

Jack spends his entertaining kids

Rapunzel likes to visit hospitals and let her magic increase healing temporarily.

Merida just tries to make more and more obscure trick shots in her free time.

Rapunzel still breaks into song. The others instantly clear the room because if they’re close enough the magic of Spontaneous Musical Numbers will drag them in.

The four all have a Close Sibling Relationship. They aren’t romantically involved.

Uh, that’s all I got so far? Sorry for sending you back to 2014, lmao

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Just wanted to share this amazing art!

The fandom may be dead, but the Big Four was and probably will forever be my favorite crossover. There was just such a good balance between the characters in terms of design and personality. Sure, the timelines never lined up completely in canon, but it was fun imagining all the adventures these four could get into together. I have no context for why they are discussing battle plans, but I’m sure there are plenty of fanfics this could fit into. The designs are from a SUPER old drawing I did back when the fandom was still active (with a few minor alterations). Gosh, I drew that 6 years ago… maybe I should do a side-by-side comparison. Hiccup, Toothless, Jack © Dreamworks Rapunzel © Disney Merida © Disney/Pixar

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The Origin of the Tides

The wind whistled, brushing against Lucy’s face as she sat on the shore of the beach, waves lapping against her feet. She sighed, looking at the full moon above her, big and bright. The sound of shifting sand behind her made her turn around, startled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, dear,” her grandma said, her cane stabilizing her as she shuffled up next to Lucy and sat down.

Lucy smiled, placing a hand on her grandma’s knee. “It’s alright, Gran. I was just a little lost in thought.”

Her grandma gave her a soft grin, placing her hand on top of Lucy’s, giving it a small squeeze. “What were you thinking about?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, shrugging. “Just one of those times where you kind of drift away from the world for a bit, you know?”

Gran nodded, turning to look at the moon, its light brightening the beach, the ocean tides lapping against the sand. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s amazing, honestly,” Lucy said, a soft smile gracing her lips. “How crazy is it that the moon is responsible for the tides? That something millions of miles away from here can affect the world in such a big way?”

“It is quite incredible,” Gran says, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “Back in the day, before people fully understood science, there was a story that explained why the moon changes the tides.”

“Doesn't surprise me,” Lucy said, turning back to face her grandma. “There are lots of myths that try to explain how the world works. But I don’t think I’ve ever read one that explains the tides before.”

“It isn’t as well known and the civilization it originated from is unknown, but it was one of my favorites when I was young. My grandma told it to me when I was around your age.”

“Really?” Lucy said, her eyes brightening with interest. “Do you think you could tell it to me?”

Gran smiled, closing her eyes in thought before opening them again to look at Lucy. “A long, long time ago, the moon was full and bright, not unlike it is tonight…”

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Leaves rustled and the wind blew across Ilargia’s face, moonlight brightening her path as she ran through the forest. Several wolves followed her, nipping at her long hair as it fluttered in the air. The forest was dark, shadows creeping around tree trunks and bushes, and animals scurrying through the overgrowth. But to Ilargia, the woods were bright and full of life, her eyesight cutting through the darkness night brought. She could see the deer grazing in the clearings, owls perched on branches, the odd fox or two slinking into their den, and squirrels dashing up trees.

Coming up on a clearing, Illargia slowed down, the wolves following suit. Once at a slow walk, she approached the edge, peeking out of the dark shadows cast by the trees. The clearing was bright, the light from her moon covering the area in a soft glow. Stepping into the middle of the clearing, she sat down, feeling the short strands of grass under her shift as she ran her hands through them. The wolves laid down, some curling up with others, making little piles of fluff and fur.

Ilargia smiled, beginning to lean back into the grass, before a loud barking sound made her sit up again, eyes wide in alarm. Getting up from where she sat, Illargia looked around, eyes darting everywhere, trying to see where the sound was coming from. The wolves around her got up from their resting spots and circled around her, ready to defend their companion.

“Can any of you tell where that’s coming from?” Ilargia asked just as another bark sounded, echoing around the clearing, before a voice made itself known in her mind.

“Goddess…please, I need to speak to you!”

“Junki?” Ilargia said, her face brightening with a smile. “Junki, come here. Whatever you need to tell me, I’ll listen.”

As she finished speaking, a furry shape burst out of the forest, tackling her to the ground and covering her face with slobbery kisses.

“It’s nice to see you too!” Ilargia said as Junki stopped licking her face and stood in front of her, her hand running through his fur.

“There is something I must show you,” Junki said, his young voice floating in her mind.

Nodding, Ilargia leaned forward, her forehead touching Junki’s, and a flash of light shone in her vision, before clearing to show the beach, the ocean ahead calm and still. Ilargia and Junki stood on the sand, looking out over the ocean.

Junki lead the way across the beach, Ilargia following closely behind. The memory they were traversing was clear and crisp, with only a few areas that appeared fuzzy, not being the focus of what Junki was remembering. As they walked, Ilargia began to hear voices, one deep, another light, the sound of the conversation taking place becoming louder as they got closer. Soon, two people came into view, their voices clear and loud.

First, there was Abysean, the god of the sea. His light turquoise skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, accented by white scales covering his arms and legs. His long, silky hair was lightly fluttering in the breeze, and he was wearing a loose tunic with trousers rolled up to his knees. Beside him was Aira, goddess of the wind. She appeared to be made of the wind itself, her form swirling and shifting, picking up a few leaves along the way, and lightly blowing Abysean’s hair about as they talked.

“The moon is so big and bright tonight,” Aira said, her form shifting to look up at the sky.

The comment made Ilargia smile, her eyes twinkling. But then Abysean spoke, voice full of hate.

“Too bright for me. Just look at it, taking up so much space in the sky you can hardly see the stars. Such a display to make up for such a small domain.”

Ilargia bristled at the comment, her hands forming into fists. “He’s one to talk, considering his beautiful ocean is so much smaller in comparison to my moon!” Ilargia yelled, but Abysean wasn’t done talking.

“Besides, next to me, she’s the lesser god. My ocean supports life of many kinds and provides a refreshing place to relax, while hers brightens the sky and makes the night seem like day! Kind of hard to sleep when there’s too much light shining in your eyes.”

“Okay, Junki, I’ve seen enough,” Ilargia said, her voice deathly calm.

Junki nodded and the memory in front of them began to shift and blur until they were back in the forest. Slowly standing back up, Ilargia looked around, her face void of any emotion, and walked to the nearest beam of moonlight. She brought her hand up, gently waving it through the light, her eyes closed. The beam began to grow, bigger and bigger until it was larger than her, and she stepped through, appearing on the other side, feet landing on soft sand. She heard voices to her left and began heading in their direction, the sounds getting louder as she approached. Eventually, she saw Abysean and Aira, still in the middle of their conversation, oblivious to her presence. Ilargia sped up, her eyes not leaving Abysean.

Abysean faltered, stopping what he was saying when he noticed Ilargia running up to him. A look of shock spread across his face as Ilargia stopped right in front of him, her eyes drilling holes into his own.

“Say it,” Ilargia whispered, her voice barely holding the calm that she normally exuded.

“Say what?” He asked, confusion marring his face.

“Like you don’t know,” Ilargia said, rage overcoming her features. “I have had enough of you always putting me down! And you do the same to everyone else, all the time! You have such a big ego, that your own ocean couldn’t hold it all!” A smirk slowly appeared on Ilargia’s face and she stepped back. “Now I think it’s time you be taught a lesson.”

Ilargia turned her back to him and walked toward the edge of the unmoving ocean, looking up at her moon. Raising her hands, she lightly moved them, pushing out to the ocean, then pulling them back to her body, repeating the motion. As she did, the sea began to move, waves rolling up onto the shore, bigger and bigger, the sea level slowly beginning to rise. When she stopped, the water continued to move, the ocean’s level rising and falling, as she walked back over to Abysean, who had his own arms out, trying to control the sea, but it was no use. The water continued to move. He turned to Ilargia, voice distraught.

“What did you do? Why can’t I control it?”

Ilargia smiled, the picture of calm once again. “You will no longer control the waves or the rise of the sea. Until you can learn to treat others with the respect they have earned, that power will belong to me, and me alone.” She walked away, disappearing into a beam of moonlight, leaving Abysean alone, yet still keeping watch over him with her loyal wolves, waiting for the day when he finally learns to treat others with respect…

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“Serves him right,” Lucy said, looking at the ocean, a smirk donning her face. “He was a pretty big jerk.”

“That he is,” Gran said, chuckling. “Maybe one day he’ll learn. Until then, I believe that Ilargia will take good care of her new duties.” Gran got up, balancing her weight on her cane, and slowly walked back to the house. “Make sure not to stay up too late, Lucy.”

“I will, Gran,” Lucy called back, her gaze still on the moon.

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Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

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REBLOG IF YOU DON’T MIND WRITERS TAKING TIME OFF FOR THEIR MENTAL HEALTH

It’s important. Others can wait. You’re mental health cannot.