#((haven't posted much original stuff on here huh

[gothgoblinbabe]

Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You

(chapter 1/2)

(Logan Howlett x afab reader)

A/N: Yeah, the brain rot has reached a maximum and I've completely disregarded the consequences of a digital footprint! there's a couple descriptions of style of clothing/jewelry but you can imagine that as you please, also absolutely based off of "Babe Im Gonna Leave You" by Led Zeppelin bc idk somewhere in my delusions I think Logans a Zeppelin kinda guy and its what I've been listening to. For the sake of the plot, stick with me, you've got an imaginary ex bf and his random name I picked is gonna be Danny and he suuuucks real hard okay? okay and I need you to pretend dear lovely reader that you like led zeppelin if you don't 💔[holding your face ever so gently and smooching ur forehead] and I've seen only xmen origins, x-men, X2, and Deadpool x wolverine so pls pls forgive me if some stuff doesn't canonically fit. This is kind of cringe but I wrote too much of it to get rid of it just bare with me I beg of u and it was so long I had to split it into two parts

Summary: Meeting the infamous Wolverine got you roped into a liiiitle more than what you bargained for

Warnings: swearing, you have telekinesis and telepathy (cause that's cool, c'mon), mild angst, suggestive stuff kinda, mentions of cheating (Logan does not cheat on u I pinkie promise), Logan calls you kid but you're not actually a child lol, you're a good bit younger than him but also so is anyone else who isn't borderline immortal

Word Count: 4K

Pt 2!

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There had been muttering here and there between the students at the academy that Wolverine was coming back after a few years on his own, confirmed when Marie recognized the motorcycle now parked in the driveway of the mansion.

"Logan!"

He was immediately wrapped into a hug by Marie at the door, dropping his bags to the floor.

"Hey, kid, miss me?"

"Maybe," she smiled sweetly, tucking the white strands of hair behind her ears.

"Long time no see, huh?" Ororo's voice interrupted from behind her, earning a hug from Logan.

"Any one else around?" he questioned, hoisting his bag up over his shoulder again.

"Scott and Jean are around here somewhere, Charles as well. Oh, and there's a couple new faces you haven't met," she responded, smiling at the way Marie's eyes lit up at the chance to mention what she had been meaning to tell Logan.

Marie gasped and said your name, grabbing Logan's arm in excitement, "you have got to meet her. She joined us a couple of months ago, I think you'll really like her. She's kind of been like...our you, when you've been gone."

He quirked an eyebrow at that, looking between the both of them for an explanation as to what that was supposed to mean.

"You'll see," Ororo chuckled lightly, "oh, you will see."

"She's here now, I think, you should go introduce yourself to her!"

Logan had swiftly caught onto Marie's adorable attempt to play cupid and gave her a nod, "maybe when I settle in, okay, kid?"

She nodded in agreement and both her and Ororo watched him walk off further down the corridor.

"How do you think it will go when they meet?" the later of the two asked earnestly once he was out of sight.

"Well," Marie paused for a moment, thinking, "they'll be inseparable or absolutely hate each other."

Ororo nodded in agreement almost immediately, holding in a small laugh.

Much later in the evening, Logan had been beckoned into the study along with Ororo, Marie, Bobby, you, Jean and Scott by Charles.

He had been the last to enter, eyes immediately settling on your unfamiliar frame stood next to Marie with your back against the wall. You had plenty of rings adorning your fingers and necklaces dangling in front of your chest in the same kind of fashion he'd seen in those magazines with the Harley biker girls. You looked a little like one of them too, in well fitting jeans adorned with a belt, a band shirt and some chunky boots, except you were very much real and not on glossy paper.

"Oh! Logan!" Marie exclaimed upon noticing his arrival, beckoning him over with her hand. That turned your attention to him and he felt like the wind may have been knocked out of him when your eyes met his. You were far prettier than any of the girls he'd seen in any magazine.

"This is her," Marie whispered to Logan when he approached and nudged his arm, referring to when she had told him about you earlier.

"This is Logan," Marie said to you, gesturing towards him and leaning a little closer to you to whisper something he wouldn't catch, "and he's single, by the way."

A grin was plastered on her face when she pulled away and you rolled your eyes, "Marie - "

"I know, I know, too soon, but I just thought that was very good information for you to know," she raised her hands and stepped away a little, still intent on watching how the two of you interact for the first time.

Logan extended a hand for you to shake and you did the same. Your hands were small in his and your skin soft to the touch. It was almost hard for him to drop your grip when he did, nervous that he'd hold it even a second too long.

Nervous. Women had rarely ever made him nervous in the hundred - something years he'd been alive, and yet he could feel his heart pounding in his ears when you ran your hands through your hair to push it out of your face.

"Nice to meet you," he finally spoke, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

This may have been a good opportunity to try out your powers a little, concentrate hard enough on the handsome stranger's face to know what exactly was playing out behind his staring gaze, but you resisted the urge to do what you considered a tad bit violating.

"Same here," you responded at last, averting your gaze for just a moment to avoid inadvertently doing exactly what you had just decided you wouldn't.

Marie and Ororo had studied the small interaction between the two of you - of course - waiting for something more to happen, only to be disappointed when the both of you nodded courtly and turned away from each other.

"Well, that's not good. He'd be on her like a dog already - " Ororo started under her breath.

"No, no, I just think..." Marie interrupted, narrowing her eyes between the two of you, "I think they just need to get to know each other."

"Honey..."

"I'm telling you, I just feel like they'd be good together, they just need a chance to get to know each other!"

"Do you really think she's ready to get with another guy?" Ororo nodded her head in your direction, lowering her voice, "after all that stuff Danny pulled?"

Marie grimaced at the mention of one of the professors names, shaking her head in mild disgust, "have you seen him lately? always coming up to her in the halls and stuff, it's sad - for him, I mean."

Before either of them could further debate the topic, Charles gained everyone's attention to discuss a series of tasks he'd assigned to you all. As he spoke, you only tuned in once you heard your name.

"You are the one I'd like to send out to complete that with Daniel."

"Could, uh, can I do it with someone else? or have him do it alone, or something?"

Logan caught the confused look Jean shot your way, tilting her head before she spoke, "You don't want to go with Danny? What happened, I thought the two of you -"

You cut her off with a sharp shake of your head, scowling, "uh-uh. Hell no. He...uh, I'll tell you about it later."

You had realized the sudden vulnerability you'd found yourself experiencing in a room full of eyes on you and cleared your throat, attempting to change the subject.

"I can hang back and keep an eye on the kids, I don't mind."

"They do love you," Ororo chimed in, "and we need someone to stay back to watch them anyway."

"They only like her so much because she allows them to break the rules," Scott remarked, earning a nudge in the arm from Jean.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, "Scott, the thing with the kids in your room was one time and it was an accident - "

"Was it? Because one of them wrote 'asshole' on my bathroom mirror with sharpie."

"They're kids, they do that kind of stuff!"

"was that really one of the kids?"

You tucked your lower lip under your teeth in an attempt to smother a laugh. Logan almost immediately did the same when you darted your eyes around the room in a guilty attempt to avoid eye contact.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me - " Scott started but Charles interrupted, holding up a hand.

"Alright, the both of you - enough. You," he continued, gesturing towards you, "may stay back with the children. Please do not allow them into anyone's personal quarters and I would advise you to hide the permanent markers for the time being, away from the children and perhaps yourself."

You nodded and hung your head low to hide the reappearing smile across your face. Logan stared inadvertently from then on, watching you twist your rings around your fingers and focusing on you intently when you spoke every now and then. When you were all dismissed by Charles and filed out of the room, you and Marie walked ahead of most of the group, almost out of ear shot.

Logan heard Jean's hushed voice behind him as she leaned into Scott, "so...what do you think happened? With Danny?"

"Who the hell is this Danny guy?" he finally asked, turning over his shoulder to interrogate the two of them.

"Well," Jean whispered your name, looking ahead to be sure you hadn't caught their conversation, "it's her boyfriend. Or was, I guess. They had a thing for awhile but they stopped hanging around each other all the sudden and she can't even stand to hear his name - she hasn't told me what it's about yet."

Logan simply hummed in acknowledgment, turning back ahead and finding his gaze caught on the sway of your hips as you walked.

"Oh no," he heard Ororo huff beside him, almost immediately following her gaze to see a guy he didn't recognize slip behind you and put an arm around your waist. Too far out of ear shot to hear the context, he watched you squirm out of the young mans grip and shake your head as you kept walking.

"Is it bad I want to get closer to hear what they're saying?" Ororo muttered, looking to the other three in her proximity.

"It's not our business," Jean reminded her.

"So, that's him?" Logan asked, gesturing to the guy still on your heels like a puppy.

"uh - huh," Ororo answered, frowning as she watched Danny make another pathetic attempt to put his arm around you.

When the two of you stopped at the far end of the hall and you told Marie it was okay to leave you, Logan, Ororo, Scott and Jean all turned the corner to the closest hallway.

"Oh, I know It's bad but I have got to know what lame excuse he's got this time," Ororo shook her head, stopping just around the corner to eavesdrop.

"Ororo - " Jean sighed, placing a gentle hand on her friend's arm, "come on."

"They're in the hallway! it's not like I'm standing outside a door," she reasoned, hushing them after so that the only voices hard were yours and Danny's.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm sorry - "

"Danny, many times do I have to tell you I don't care? Why won't you just leave me be?"

You sounded exasperated, your voice slightly muffled when you rubbed your face with your hands.

"What do you think he did?" Scott chimed in in a hushed town, now fully invested in the dialogue.

Logan was still stood there, though he wasn't too sure why. He could have and should have kept walking - let the three of them do their weird detective work - but instead found himself leaned against the wall with the rest of them.

"I love you, you know that, sweetheart, I - "

"ugh, don't call me that. You gross me the hell out, you know that?"

Both Jean and Ororo made almost the same shocked expression.

"oh, it has to be bad," Jean hissed, frowning at the venom in your tone.

"Tell me you're not still in love with me, you know you can't, we - " Danny's voice began again and yours cut him short with a sense of finality in your tone.

"Danny. I stopped being in love with you the day I walked in on you fucking another other girl."

Jean's hands flew to her mouth to muffle a shocked gasp. Scott stood with his arms crossed, his face in a grimace.

"ooh, that is bad," Ororo whispered just as a door slammed.

Logan furrowed his eyebrows, following everyone else as they continued their path down the hall again. This Danny kid had to be a real idiot.

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Weeks had passed and you shared small talk with Logan every now and then, sometimes making snarky comments here and there - though more often than not together and at Scott's expense. Funnily enough, the ability to piss Scott off so much made Logan like you even more. Maybe Marie was right, you kind of are like him.

You walked alongside him down the corridor one afternoon, intending to fulfill Ororo's request for the both of you to check in on some of the newer students.

"So, do you always do your hair like that?" you raised your eyebrows up at him, eyeing the peaks in his hair.

"Yeah. What, you don't like it?" He grinned, expecting you to make some smart remark about it.

"No, not that," you giggled, "it's like lil' cat ears, it's cute."

He looked down at you quizzically, stopping in his tracks.

"cat ears?"

"mm-hm. You're like a big kitty."

You bit down another giggle, reaching up boldly to touch his hair.

He gently swatted your hand away, still with a small grin on his face.

"Don't call me that."

"Big kitty?"

"Yes."

"Okay, kitty meow - meow."

He narrowed his eyes as you turned to continue walking in an attempt to hide the huge smile plastered on your cheeks that threatened to transform into a rather loud laugh.

"Uh-huh, whatever. You better not let anyone else hear you call me that," he huffed as he caught up to you rather easily.

As you were about to make another retort, your smile dropped at the sight of a familiar and unfriendly face that had come from around a corner.

"Christ," you squeezed your eyes shut in frustration, rubbing your forehead at the sight of your ex-boyfriend.

"Hey," Logan leaned down a little, nudging you gently, "I'm here, you're good. You're fine, don't worry about him. It's just us, alright? Walk past him like you don't even see him."

Though he'd be embarrassed to admit and absolutely deny it if anyone asked, he'd unfortunately (for himself) harbored a crush on you that only took a couple weeks to develop. He hadn't even really gotten the chance to know you yet, though that was precisely why he was glad about moments like these. He wanted to, even if he felt like a school kid with a playground crush.

You had simply nodded at his words, allowing him to place a gentle hand on your upper back to guide you down the hall with him. Even through the layer of a jacket and t-shirt, you could feel the warmth of his hand on you.

Logan remembered that moment in the hall on the first day you'd met, but never pestered you for details about what the hell went on before he got back. He figured when and if you wanted to tell him, that was up to you.

Keeping your eyes straight ahead, it took what felt like years to pass your ex-boyfriend. When you finally did, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, until his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"That's my shirt."

You whipped your head around, feeling Logan slip his arm a little further around you as a protective reflex.

"What?" you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at your attire. The shirt, a tad oversized and well worn, was so familiar that you had completely forgotten it once did belong to him.

"I want it back," he spoke again, crossing his arms.

"Do you really want it back?"

You were beyond fed up with his pestering at this point, already having decided what may make the message clear.

"Yes."

"Okay. Fine."

You pulled away from Logan and slipped off your jacket, turning around to hand it to him. He gave you a confused look, hesitantly taking it out of your hands. In a matter of seconds, you turned back around and tugged the t-shirt up and over your head, tossing it directly at Danny's chest. You turned back and took your jacket from Logan's hands, zipping it far enough to cover your bra. In the few seconds you had stood facing him, he had done his best to keep his eyes away from your body and failed miserably, looking up after to see the asshole a few feet away already glaring at him.

"What, you're just gonna walk around like that? And what are you doing hanging out with him anyway, don't you know he - "

You groaned at the sound of Danny's voice again, gently tugging Logan by the hand in the opposite direction as you began to walk away, "yap, yap, yap - just shut the fuck up."

Logan couldn't help the smirk plastered across his face as you continued to walk, finally turning a corner. Before you could apologize to him for having to awkwardly stand witness to that, Scott's voice echoed from the stairway above you.

"Hey, Charles is looking for you two. He says he has something he needs you to take care of, he didn't say what."

"Thanks for the specifics, Scott," you replied sarcastically, "but we're supposed to check on - "

"I know," he interrupted, "I got Marie and Bobby to cover you. You're welcome, by the way."

You rolled your eyes and looked back to Logan, dreading what exactly it was Charles wanted from you.

That landed you where you were the next morning, heaving your bags into the back of Logan's truck.

"If we have to take the truck like two states over, can I at least drive?"

The plane being needed for another assignment that Jean, Scott and Ororo were assigned left the two of you with Logan's truck. You'd been asked to retrieve a rare mechanical piece needed for the construction of some new device; you'd only been half-listening when Charles started to explain the details, lost in thought after he'd mentioned it would require the two of you to sleep out overnight.

Man, that had made your chest feel tight. It had been almost physically painful trying to swallow down every tell that you really liked him for the past few weeks and now you had no choice than to be each others only company for nearly 2 days.

"Yeah, in your dreams, kid," Logan scoffed playfully and brought you back to reality, dangling the keys in his hand.

You narrowed your eyes at the keyring he began to spin around his finger. In a split second, the jangle of the metal could be heard as you snatched them from his hand with only a focused thought.

You caught them in your raised palm and tilted your head, a terribly smug smile across your cheeks.

"Looks like my dreams came true, huh?" you teased, walking past a still mildly distraught Logan to get into the drivers side.

"If you dent it, I'll kill ya," he warned as he finally slid into the passenger seat, watching your every move as you started the engine and carefully reversed out of the garage.

"Uh-huh, sure," you retorted sarcastically, "I'm terrified of the kitty claws."

"What did I say about calling me that?"

"Calling you what?" you feigned ignorance, fumbling with the knob on the stereo to change the station as your eyes stayed glued to the road.

"And don't mess with everything, kid, you'll end up breaking something. She's on old girl, you gotta - "

"Dude," you interrupted, simultaneously cranking down your window and fishing a pair of sunglasses out of his center console, "I know how to drive, chill out."

"Dude," he mocked, "this truck is probably almost as old as you, you gotta be careful."

You rolled your eyes under the shades of the worn aviators you had slipped onto your nose, simply nodding and continuing to flip through stations.

"Pick one and stick with it, will you?"

"Ooh, is someone mad I got the keys?"

Before he could say something in response, you gasped at sound of the song playing on the station you had just switched to, twisting the knob almost as far as it could go.

Logan recognized the familiar thump of "babe I'm gonna leave you" by Led Zeppelin, furrowing his eyebrows when you began to nod your head and sing along.

"You like Led Zeppelin?" he nearly had to shout over the music, leaning in to you a little further.

"Yeah," you responded, reaching over to turn the music down just enough for you to hear each other and glancing at him momentarily, "How come you're looking at me like that?"

He unfurrowed his eyebrows and shrugged, keeping his gaze on the road ahead as he spoke, " just never pegged you for a Zeppelin kind of girl, I guess."

"No? What's that supposed to mean?"

You were smiling again and it was excruciatingly difficult for him not to stare when you looked so good in the spot he usually sat with his old sunglasses on.

"Didn't think you had good taste in music."

That made you giggle and you shook your head, turning the stereo back up to a booming volume.

He watched you tap your fingers on the steering wheel to the drums as you continued to drive, occasionally moving to push your windswept hair out of your face. The morning sun shining through your open window highlighted your features perfectly and Logan sighed without a thought, unheard over the music. Jesus, he had it bad.

You could feel his stare in your peripheral vision every time he looked to you and it felt far warmer than the sun beating down on you from the opposite direction. You truly rarely ever used your developing skill of telepathy, feeling it was only justified when absolutely necessary to obtain information, but his burning gaze nearly had you veering off the road at times and his prior answer to the question of why he was looking at you that way wasn't too convincing.

With a deep breath, already wondering if it was a mistake, you kept your eyes focused to the road but gradually concentrated on the man beside you. Sometimes people's thoughts would appear as inner dialogue, other times as imagined scenarios, daydreams or visuals. You were confused, then, when you only saw an image of yourself as you were now. If you concentrated too hard, your own thoughts would transfer to Logan's mind and it would be humiliatingly obvious that you had been poking around in his consciousness and so you tried to clear your mind and try again, assuming your own mind was too preoccupied with yourself to concentrate properly.

Still, you could only see the image of yourself driving from the perspective of the passengers seat, one hand on the wheel and the other in your hair as you propped your elbow on the door. This time, though, you could hear the accompanying echo of Logan's voice over the hum of the music you had tuned out.

Is her hair always like that? I like it that way. Pretty.

You swallowed hard, fidgeting with the hair that was between your fingers. It's a compliment - innocent enough, and undeniably kind of sweet. You felt guilty then for probing his thoughts and nearly shook yourself out of it, only to realize the image in Logan's mind was no longer of just your profile. He was thinking about your legs, thighs squished against the seat of the truck.

Fuck

You nearly choked on your own saliva, clearing your throat at the echo of his voice again and immediately withdrawing yourself from his mind.

"You okay?" Logan spoke aloud, putting a gentle hand on your upper arm.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you lied, trying with every fiber of your being to just keep all focus on the road. You knew you shouldn't have done that. It was just a thought, though, nothing said aloud to change anything between the two of you, and so you pretended the best you could that you hadn't heard or seen a thing.

About eight hours, a handful of dad rock albums and a stop to switch seats later, you finally pulled into the parking lot of the nearest motel you had found didn't have a highlighted "no vacancy" sign.

"If there's fucking bed bugs in here, I will never let you hear the end of it," you warned from the passenger seat.

"I think you'd talk my ear off till the day I die anyway," he scoffed, shifting the truck into park and pulling the keys from the ignition.

"You won't die for another hundred-something years."

"Exactly my point, honey."

You rolled your eyes and slipped out of the truck as he did, pretending the nickname hadn't made your face burn. You both grabbed your belongings and once inside you looked around the small lobby as Logan checked you in, impressed with how surprisingly clean the place seemed to be.

"Hey, is that okay?"

Logan's voice took your attention from the painting on the wall you'd been inspecting and you raised your eyebrows.

"Huh?

"Uh, there's a room left but it's only got one bed."

Your face dropped and you looked between him and the poor kid behind the counter who already looked nervous as all hell.

"You're kidding."

"We can keep driving, but we've already been on the road all day and I don't think there's another place around here for a good few miles."

He was much more calm than you expected him to be and you exhaled, thinking of the literal pain in the ass caused by sitting in the car for so many hours.

"Ugh, fine."

A/N: I had to split this in two because it was so long but If anyone likes this at all I will post da other part cause I like spewing my brain rot on the internet <3

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What exactly does "gloves is canon" mean, if you don't mind me asking?

let's just fucking get right into it.

Ultimate Rose Pt. 2: Gloves Are Canon

if you haven't seen part 1, here it is. the tldr version of it was to estabish candy rose (at the VERY least) as a liar. i also have a headcanon about ultrose putting alpha earth rose into front in candy timeline, but that doesn't really matter too much. its just kinda fun

anyway. heres the theory.

so you guys know A Threat, Sensed, right?

it's one of the hs2 bonus comics. originally patreon exclusive, but was made public for everyone during the hiatus. and i think it contains some deeply revealing information.

you may be wondering... hey, isn't that the comic where ultdirk talks to hussie about yiffy? like, its hussie's one appearance in the comic. kind of weird.

ahaha. yeah. so. about that.

let's rewind a bit. what's the contents of A Threat Sensed?

dirk wakes up after having the shit kicked out of him in pesterquest.

rose is like huh? huh wuh? but dirk gives her a thumbs up. and then he goes to sit on his computer, and type to god.

and then after that delay, he gets a reply.

etc etc etc. they talk. they chat. hussie talks about his beloved daughter yiffy. normal stuff. hey roll that last one back

let's play in this space. lets play in this space. perspective. daughter.

who's daughter is yiffy?

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let's rewind.

when homestuck act 6 dropped, it released with one very important page.

this page.

this page, where someone with seemingly grey skin is typing on a keyboard. holy fuck, what a reveal. new troll. oh my god. this is the 13th troll

like, they have to be a troll, right? theyve got the time stuff. theyve got a symbol. theyve got shit going on with them

ah.

they were wearing gloves.

this? this is fucking huge.

in homestuck we see that shot a lot. of fingers on a keyboard. but every single time we have seen it, we have also seen at least one shot of the person typing, right?

with two exceptions. one is callie in the act 6 reveal.

and the other is andrew.

er, sorry.

"andrew."

from the patreon post on A Threat Sensed:

those are fake hands. what. what . what. what.

so

if this comic has a history of having a reveal when it comes to characters where Only Their Hands are being shown

and gloves are canon to homestuck, and have been used to precipitate this reveal

then perhaps

gloves are canon here as well.

if you'll allow me to speculate. on the gloves are canon in question.

yeah of fucking course rose is pretending to be hussie because WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE adjKFJGSKDHdskjgjkfskjgdsf

ITS ROSE!!! IT WAS ROSE THE WHOLE TIME

LETS REREAD.

"is that why you were lying on the floor" a question that Rose had because she saw his ass lying on the floor!!!!!!!

MY DAUGHTER

MY DAUGHTER YIFFANY LONGSTOCKING LALONDE HARLEY

hm purple background. anyway im sure thats fine

hm. hm. hm. psychoanalysis. hmmm. hm.

now if i was rose

if i was ultrose. and i wanted an ultimate weapon against dirk.

if i wanted to Make A Weapon Against Dirk.

what would i do.

how would i create it.

who would i hurt in the process.

anyway. this is all leading up to part 3 of this fucking nightmare roller coaster. but uh. basically. i think this one is like all but confirmed????

like...

We’ve had quite a bit of speculation on whether this is “really” Andrew. To that, I think we’d say that it doesn’t “really” matter. If you’re asking are those Andrew’s actual hands, then no, of course not. Because those hands are fake hands that are on the computer screen.

this sounds like it's telling us no, it's not "really" andrew. and to look at the hands. and we KNOW from part 1 of this theory that rose is incredibly deceitful.

the delay in "andrew"'s response could have plausibly been rose slipping away into her little hidey hole, putting on the stupid fucking gloves, and only then typing.

andrew never confirms who he is. and i'll admit, some of the lines don't sound 100% like rose. but others do. others really, really do.

i like this theory because it makes rose and dirk's rivalry on deltrius interesting. it means she has legs up on him. he thinks he's talking to hussie, but he isn't. she has plans within plans. she's got shit she's cooking.

i like it because it contextualizes yiffy, too.

hm wow it sure seems like the candy timeline isnt actually all that sealed! it sure seems like theres something in there that is a corrosive paradox! something that affects both timelines!

something

or someone!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway. yiffy is an ultdirk icbm created by rose . rose wore gloves. gloves are canon. that's my theory graaaaaaaaaahhh

part 3 coming soon :3

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Houseki no Kuni Chapter 106 Thoughts: Bon Voyage...

Hello all. I hope these last few months have been kind to you in some way. These months have been... a lot. Some very good things happened, and some very bad. I wish we lived in a world were tragedies were just fiction, but that sadly isn't the case. I won't elaborate, but I promise, I'm okay. I just hope 2024 improves, though I know for many others, just hoping isn't enough.

I'm sorry for this late post. Once again, real life had me so distracted that I honestly forgot about Houseki no Kuni's chapter coming out this month. I only remembered when I saw activity around my older HnK posts.

Well, I finished reading the chapter and it was very beautiful and sad in different ways. I'll share more of my thoughts, though I don't think it'll be as long or detailed as my previous ones to be honest... Though I could be wrong! We'll see how it fairs. And who knows? Maybe I'll make another post to dissect this chapter further. But for now, I'll just write whatever comes to mind and try to make it as coherent as possible. I hope you like it. And as always, please feel free to share your own thoughts!

Here we go!

Thunderous Spectacle: The Final Journey

Once again, Ms. Haruko Ichikawa decided to flex her art skills by making beautiful, bombastic illustrations that encapsulates the chaos that is happening on Earth. And the ship departing looks straight out of a sci-fi movie; my mind went to Star Trek when I first saw those pages. Maybe Dune would be more appropriate; I actually don't know, I haven't read or watched Dune, though I hear it's very good.

I wish I had more to say about the visuals for this chapter, but I think they speak for themselves. I will say though...It's moments like this when I marvel... this was originally about a silly gem child trying to find their place in the world. And this is how their journey is finally coming to an end. Almost nothing is recognizable. This certainly was not how I thought this story, or specifically Phos' story, was going to unfold. I wonder if this was Haruko Ichikawa's plan from the beginning? Who can say...

Speaking of plans... Let's talk about Phos's and Eyeball's conversation.

Manipulation or Consideration: Humanity's Parting "Gift"

That was an interesting conversation Eyeball and Phos had when they were finishing up putting the little pebbles onto the ship. I think I remember stating in the last post how I thought it was odd that the Lunarians had this ship prepared for Phos. I'm glad this was somewhat addressed, but the conversation reveals that there was more behind this literal Deus ex Machina ship.

(I will never stop calling it that)

So if I'm understanding Eyeball's logic, Adamant and the Lunarians were considering Phos in the end? That after Phos fulfilled their last duties to the remnants of humanity that they'd be given the chance to leave the planet with whatever species came about before the planet died- Oh. Wait.

Wait.

Was this the thing that Adamant and Aechmea were alluding to back in chapter 96???

Oh my goodness, I think it was.

As I was typing this and going over some of the saved pages I had from the previous chapters, I saw the one with Euclase and I suddenly remembered their weird conversation with Adamant and Aechmea. I also remembered wondering what the heck they meant in the later chapters since their plan for Phos seemed to only be self serving.

HUH.

( Please let me know if I'm way off! For all I know, I could be making stuff up, but oh my goodness, when I made that connection AAaahh)

This was not how this portion was originally going to go, but there you go. I was going to talk about how twisted but not surprising how calculated everything was from the the Lunarians and the other ruminants of humanity's end. And I was also going to mention how the Doctor also fit into this since she was also calculated and manipulative in her own ways. Despite the different forms it takes, humanity didn't seem to change much in this world...

I was also going to originally say that the Deus ex machina ship feels like a backhanded "gift" for Phos, especially after everything that happened to them. And though I still feel that way, after thinking back to chapter 96, I'm now starting to see Phos's perspective of this gift. That despite everything that they put them through, Phos's former families still left this parting gift for them so they could live on elsewhere after they are long gone and when Phos was free from their duties. It's still a backhanded gift in my opinion, but it showed that they cared... at least a bit.

And the fact that their plan also included Eyeball is just wow. I do not blame his small, comedic outburst for that realization. He was manipulated too from the getgo!

At least in the end, Phos chose not to go into the ship. Phos intended to burn that bridge. Even though this thought was implanted by Sensei, Adamant, and the Lunarians, Phos still made that choice on their own and they are owning it. It's bittersweet, though, because regardless of whether or not they stayed or went, Phos's decisions were still a result of them being manipulated one way or another. Pretty much a lose-lose kind of situation, but at least the choice that Phos chose in the end still aligned with what they wanted in they end.

They are giving Eyeball and the little pebbles a chance for a fresh start while Phos can finally end the cycle... By taking humanity and himself to bitter end...

Or does he?

Goodnight, Phosphophyllite

The final farewell between Phos and Eyeball was touching. In a last minute decision to give Phos closure and in an act of true salvation, Eyeball took the last piece of Phos with him. The true remaining piece of Phosphophyllite. To me, this action felt more earnest and heartwarming than the Deus Ex Machina Ship (but that's just me).

What will happen with that piece of Phosphophyllite? Who knows? Maybe that piece will gain sentience and live a peaceful life with the pebbles? A life free of all the constraints as well as the freedoms that was intentionally and unintentionally reinforced within societies created by the former remnants of humanity? I suppose we'll have to wait and see.

As for the Phos that was left behind? The Phos that we've watch evolve from the beginning to end? They will finally rest.

They will finally, and truly be free.

(Albeit in a seemingly not so pleasant way?? Well, they weren't complaining so maybe the lava and other harsh elements isn't hurting them. I hope that's the case.)

I had the feeling that this chapter will be the last time we see Phos, or at least this version of Phos, and it would be a sad but proper send off.

But after seeing THIS at the end, I'm not so sure:

Of course Haruko Ichikawa decides to be cheeky with that little note. Ma'am. Why did you say this???

Is this her roundabout way of saying that Phos is kind of back to square 1? Of being the lonely, jobless Phos who no longer has a purpose and is left with nothing to do but "think." That's pretty funny/messed up joke if that's what she's hinting at.

But again, we'll have to wait and see.

WELP. That's all I have for you all. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings and I'd love to hear what you thought about this chapter. We're nearly at the end of this saga. We're are almost there...

Please be worth it.

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck Beyond Cannon Upd8 for September 14, 2024

Couple days late on this one, so let's get started right away.

Oh! But first we have a news post. It is the first upd8 of the month after all.

I mentioned content warnings on the last upd8. Looks like I'm not the only one. Yeah, those would have been appreciated. But hopefully James can follow through on his promise to get better with them.

The Karkat plush is . . . today! Apparently you can now preorder it, or at least you should be able to. I need to check on that. I think my previous support counts as my preorder, but I want to be sure. Don't want to miss out on the wonderfully grumpy plush with the awesome hair.

The Patreon is apparently the reason we're getting upd8s like this one, and James is trying to figure out how to bolster it. Makes me, again, appreciate all the work Andrew did on the original. He seems reluctant to do another visual novel like this, but who knows what the future holds. Wish I could support the comic again, but right now I don't have the funds. Admittedly, part of that is because I play Warhammer.

On to the upd8!

Er . . . after I fix the browser thing again >.<

Huh! I just noticed that the panel that we see while the game is loading is actually fake and created by the game window. You can barely see the outline there, but the big give away is the menu bar in the upper left. Neat trick!

Looks like @nostalgicamphibian was right! That feather is very much orange, and so that means we know who it belongs to. Maybe Vriska will take some advice and just chill and recoup for a bit. I'm sure she needs it after the last chapter.

Also! We can now reread the prologue from here!

I still feel like Vriska both needs to see Terezi and (Vriska). They are together in the bubbles, or were the last time we saw them. So she could do both at once. I think there's a huge lesson she could take away from that. One chapter left after this one, so we'll have to see I guess. For now, let's see some shenanigans!

Also this is Chapter X, apparently.

And now for something completely different! Apparently this was happening during the last chapter?

Embarrassed? We haven't seen all the sprites, such as Arquius perhaps. But Davepeta is specifically saying sprite^2. And only one other character has that designation . . .

Okay, this is just great! Which ever member of the team that wrote this managed to perfectly mash up Nepeta's kitty themed RP with Dave's rambling. I love everything about this!

And there they are! Bit of a callback to Rose having to wait on Dave before. Jasprose appears to still be painting the town red on Meat Earth C. Wonder if we might see Jane with her at any point in the future.

omg im l so fucking mao at this! That is the perfect Rose Tier Homestuck technobabble. Midnight City is is in superplausitional canonical deniability. So for any purpose, it could be said to be canon or not canon as the HICU needs! XD

I'm literally struggling to keep it down right now! Also, I think the only panel I haven't as part of this was the stuff with Erisol! This has all been S Tier!

Hah! And Dad and Droug are apparently still running around too! That probably put a damper on Jasprose's night on the town! Also good to see that even this version of Rose is still sober.

Not so good to hear that Jake is still completely fucked up after what Dirk did to him. Jasprose hints that he still might have a role to play before the end though.

And, of course, we have timeline shenanigans! While Davepeta has been stuck with Vriska for multiple years, Jasprose is still on the same night of partying we left them with.

Davepeta is not pleased with Vriska's progress. Maybe they'll think different depending on how she responds to Scratch's abuse. But they're clearly worried, and this is apparently extremely important to whatever plans the two sprite^2 have cooking. And Dave is for once appreciating Rose's desire to understand the human psyche. Not that it would necessarily have helped with Vriska.

Hah!

Apparently even they weren't expecting that.

Normally a beat panel like this after a statement like that can only mean one thing . . .

Hah!

Join us next time when 4 more years have passed! That was the meaning behind the 8 Ball all along!

Now excuse me while that line sends me into existential dread over the possibility of a different type of "4 more years."

[darkpoisonouslove]

1, 2, 7, 8, 24, 25, 27 for fic writing asks :) Hope you’re feeling better!

Thanks!

1.the last sentence you wrote

Well, I posted the last fic I worked on so here's the last sentence(s) from my Fallen Love Chapter 3 doc:

Her head spun from just the couple inches her heels added to her height. She’d bet on practicality for years but combat boots would only take her back to the battlefield. They simply didn’t make sense without the threat of war hanging over her head.

(I was going to play by the rules but the angst doesn't really hit with just the last sentence so...)

2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

Oh, my god, I've got nothing for this. I have been sick for over a week. Before that I was barely working on that Erendor x Samara fic I wanted to finish. Tbh my head has been way more into House of the Dragon (heaven knows why when the writers are hacks) than any of my own stuff. Like, I am hyperfixating in the most annoying way where I'm not coming up with fic, I'm not really analyzing the text that much, I'm just rotating the same thought in my head like it's a microwave that doesn't work and I'm hoping the heat generated by the rotating motion itself will be enough to cook my fucking thought.

But yeah, if we're talking about actual writing, then I'd have to go with Griffin since Fallen Love is all from her PoV (and so are all of my other recent Griffin x Valtor ideas, which are all I have). She's, uh... She's having a bad time and I don't know how to make it better. The good news is that I don't have to yet but at some point she's going to have to figure out what to do with her life now that she's not at war every day and I. Don't. Know what I'll do then. For now she's having Realizations TM but those are def spoilers.

7. your preferred writing fonts

I don't have any. Unless the one that's already set isn't an abomination, I just don't care. I'm using Libre Office and my default is Liberation Serif so I'm just using that.

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

I suppose that fics that already have sequels planned don't count? I have several for which I'd write an AU but a sequel? Let's see.

Yeah, nope, I'll have to pick something from those that I've already thought of continuing.

Originally, Imitation Play was supposed to have a sequel but I decided that I don't have a clear enough idea for it so I've left it alone. I already have enough other stuff to work on but if I had to write a sequel to something I've already finished, I'd look at that one and try to figure out how to continue it.

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

Usually watch movies. Way more rarely read a book or fanfic. But if I'm looking to spark thoughts, then listen to a playlist or even make a moodboard (which I haven't really done recently). Recently I found out that spending time and having fun with your family can really charge you like nothing else. Huh, who would've thunk?

25. besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

There's watching movies and reading books. DIY. Drawing. Playing various games (sudoku, mahjong, jenga, crossword puzzles, chess occasionally). A couple more that I'd feel like a fraud if I list because it's really been years since I've done them.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

It's what would fall under outlining. When I'm making sense of the story and adding ideas, tying plot points together and just weaving it all into one. I like seeing how it comes together into a coherent story and since it's not super serious at that point, I don't have to stress out that much. I'm just throwing pasta at the wall and seeing what sticks. And then arranging the stuff that sticks into a coherent, beautiful pattern. I like that!

send me fic writer asks

[herbruh]

I hesitated whether to post this idea here or not, but here goes nothing I guess. And I'm very sorry if someone already had the same/similar idea, I'm quite new to the magoverse and I don't know all the Magolors yet (And I tried to search. So if someone already has something like this, let me know)

I present to you: The butterfly effect au! The name is a bit misleading I know, because butterflies in Kirby mean… something completely different. But what I meant was the actual butterfly effect; one change in the past and a lot can change.

General idea (under the cut):

Everything is going almost as it was, so still the RTDLD stuff and Magolor's epilogue doesn't change. Until after the kirby clash. Magolor got money for a theme park and went back to the original dimension to put it there and great. But Kirby and Team weren't mad at him or anything when they were visiting him at the theme park. At that time he didn't care - maybe they already forgotten. However, after a while it started to annoy him a bit, because even Meta wasn't angry. So one time he asked why they weren't mad at him and the general reaction was "Huh? Why should we be mad, we offered to help you find parts for Lor ourselves" (this is the first slight change that affects events). And that was also the moment Magolor realized that he had gone back in time when Kirby was looking for energy spheres and parts (he generally went back in time when he got out of the place that was in the epilogue, but he had no way of recognizing it then). So now he has a choice; whether to try to stop himself from the master crown thing, or to let events go as they should. Meanwhile, the Magolor of that time (Force) has no idea of his other self (Time). Yet. I will still develop this idea ofc, so for now only in general - later I will add things (like, how it would go)

Briefly about 'Time Magolor':

Based on the shopee outfit! (because I love it) With Kirby and the team, he has a manager outfit, but otherwise he has this one. He changed his shopee outfit a bit to refer to his old self and the fact that he went back in time, but at the same time to distinguish himself from the other him

He has an apple-heart pin because yes

Briefly about 'Force Magolor':

I haven't changed his design that much from the original magolor, because for now he is pretty much like in RTDLD. I only add small things, like one color form his second-form, or marks on the ears based on that too

And he has traces of burning a bit, because of the fight with Landia

This design might change in the future, but for now it's like this

And he is more angry and more obsessed with gaining power than normal magolor

(And the name 'butterfly effect' came from the fact that normally it would be just like in an RTDLD; theme park appears at the beginning of the game with a magolor from the past, and then the game is happening, the magolor of that time steals the Master Crown et cetera. But a slight change in the course of events in this timeline was that Magolor became curious why they weren't angry at him. Normally he never asks - like in the game. A lot here is some of my hc because from the beginning I thought time travel was mixed up in the canon, and I put it here because it's au.)

[vidreview]

VIDEO ESSAY ROUNDUP #3

[originally posted december 21st 2023]

here we are again! i've had most of this roundup queued for a while and just haven't had time to finish it, so the entries here aren't necessarily super recent. but they're still quite worth your time! so let's just jump right in.

"The Gaming Industry, Gambling, and Addiction" by GC Vasquez.

in the previous roundup i highlighted Jimmy McGee's series on the video game industry's ties to gambling. GC Vasquez has made what i think is an excellent spiritual companion to those videos, in that it approaches the same material from a decidedly personal place. the fact that the primary expected model for turning a consistent profit in the games industry (at least as far as companies like Unity are concerned, with the c-suite insisting that you'd be "fucking idiots" for doing anything else) involves pushing microtransaction gacha mechanics into every nook and cranny really cannot be criticized enough. but i think, even more pressingly, GC Vasquez points out that games have always included fictional gambling in the form of slot machines, poker tables, roulette wheels, etc, and that this demonstrably conditions kids to develop gambling addictions. on a lighter note, his video about why replay value in games doesn't matter as much as we think it does is one of those "finally someone put it into words" type essays.

"The Lost Majora's Mask Notebook | New Zelda Info" by The Hyrule Journals.

there are plenty of folks out there doing Zelda lore and history videos, but no one's got the stuff quite like The Hyrule Journals. Their documentary Line By Line, tracing the history of Majora's Mask's English translation by talking extensively to the guy who did the translation, is an excellent work of games journalism that revealed a lot of information previously unknown to me. The Lost Majora's Mask Notebook is a followup to that doc, sharing insights gained from the translator's own notebook kept during the translation process. it's cool! i would not call this A Great Video Essay necessarily but it's a good excuse to recommend an underrated channel.

"SEND IN THE CLOWN: a people's joker review" by let's talk about stuff.

oh this is a pretty cheeky inclusion, huh? one of my own videos? that's right, you got me: the whole VIDREV operation was just a shell game to goose my viewership numbers all along. the video is exactly what it says on the tin: a review of Vera Drew's incredible trans coming of age story / Batman parody film The People's Joker. i talk a fair amount in the back half about the novel ways this film got me questioning the cultural purpose of copyright and IP law, which is itself a strand of thought that began in my TUNIC review. if it seems like i'm always plugging my TUNIC review it's because i'm really proud of my TUNIC review and i would like for more people to watch it ("it" being my TUNIC review). anyway, The People's Joker is relevant now with the recent news that the film will be seeing wider distribution in the states come April 2024! so look forward to that, and to me undoubtedly plugging my People's Joker review yet again.

THE "DOESN'T NEED THE HELP" ZONE is kind of silly this time around since most of what i have to recommend is from channels that are doing relatively alright. my criteria for the distinction between does/doesn't need the help mostly comes down to vibes and subscriber count. if a channel has more than 100k subs, that to my mind means they don't need the help. this is not to insinuate that 100k+ creators are rich! youtube is a fickle mistress and everyone's revenue model looks different. i try to give precedence to folks below the 30k range, because that's where my channel's at and, coincidentally, where i tend to find the most interesting underrated creators. is it totally corrupt to put my own work in the implicitly-needs-the-help zone? call me out in the comments if you think this is a gross abuse of power.

"Playing Minecraft and Losing My Apartment" by Leadhead.

Leadhead has some great stuff, but this one hit me where it hurts. it's a video about escaping into the artificial goals of a video game at a time when personal disruption and chaos wrenches all sense of control over your own life away. i went through a pretty traumatic eviction myself back in 2021, and found myself totally incapable of making art about it. really nice to see someone else picking up that slack!

"Transition Regret & the Fascism of Endings" by Lily Alexandre.

another in a long line of bangers from Lily Alexandre, about how complicated it is to have mixed feelings on your own transition at a time when anyone expressing such emotions has their story weaponized against the rights of trans people everywhere. a lot of trans women in my life started HRT around 2017-18, and i've noticed a trend of folks in that cohort (myself included) trying to reclaim aspects of their masculinity from a safe distance by playing more with pronouns and presentation. i expect we'll be seeing a lot more videos about this in the years to come, and i can't wait! also: Lily Alexandre has some of the prettiest compositions in the whole video essay game. seriously, her color coordination and framing choices (and use of nonstandard aspect ratios!!!) are subtly artful in a way you really don't see very often on youtube.

"Should We Get Rid of Sex Scenes? (Part I)" by Broey Deschanel.

uh-oh, this one's a Nebula exclusive!!! i haven't really talked about Nebula on here yet, but suffice it to say it's an extremely important development in the business of online video. especially in this case, a video about sex scenes in Hollywood that quite literally could not exist on youtube under its current content guidelines! Broey Deschanel is a lot of fun to watch and makes some really great observations here. if you've got Nebula, it's well worth your time!

"Stop using Fandom" by mossbag.

if you have spent any amount of time in fandom (lowercase-f) spaces, you'll no doubt be well acquainted with how terrible Fandom (uppercase-f) is as a company and a product. this video digs deep into how scummy they are about filling wikis with intrusive ads, making alterations at the behest of private companies without consulting the people who manage said wikis, and their refusal to remove the wikis of any property whose community decides to migrate to another platform. one gripe i have with Fandom that didn't get mentioned is their outright ban on outbound links, which functionally murders any genuine archival usefulness a wiki might otherwise have. everything has to be in-fiction, which is just such a backwards and pointless way of doing things. they are systematically opposed to preserving community history and have no interest in fandom except as a money hungry middle-man between fans and IP owners. i highly recommend installing Indie Wiki Buddy on your browser so that you can avoid Fandom wikis like the plague they are.

"Journey to EPCOT Center: A Symphonic History" by Defunctland.

hey, did Kevin Perjurer just reinvent video essays? well… no, not really. but what he and his collaborators have accomplished here is a fascinating, impressive, and deeply odd intervention on the format which mixes archival footage, live recreations, and a "read along at home" written component to create an essay totally unlike anything i've seen before. honestly i really hope more essayists include supplemental written material in the future, especially with longer works where maybe not everything needs to be on screen! anyway, Journey to EPCOT is such a wild ambitious swing, and while i'm not totally convinced that it completely works i still have to applaud the audacity of the attempt. definitely requires a level of active participation that is well above average for youtube, not something you put on in the background if you actually want to learn anything from it, but definitely worth the effort.

"I kissed nuclear waste to prove a point" by Kyle Hill.

Kyle Hill is an educator on nuclear energy, and while i find a lot of his sillier videos a bit grating, i have nothing but praise for his work on historic nuclear disasters and the present day state of nuclear energy. it really can't be overstated how directly our general distrust of nuclear energy was kickstarted by fossil fuel companies, or how unambiguously illiterate the wider public is when it comes to the management of nuclear power plants and the disposal of nuclear waste. Kyle Hill here does a great job explaining just how unbelievably safe the whole operation is when it's well-funded and well-regulated, and stresses the inarguable fact that there's no source of green energy safer, more plentiful, or more efficient than nuclear. windmills and solar panels have their uses, but they will never be sufficient in reducing our reliance on fossil fuels if they're the only energy infrastructure we invest in at scale. and electric vehicles? oh man. the EV push as it stands is set up to be a grand historic embarrassment of catastrophic proportions. let's be good capitalists and set aside the rampant human rights violations and immense environmental impacts of rare-earth mining. the emissions from having to put down fresh asphalt more frequently due to the increased average weight of electric vehicles wearing roads down faster alone will outweigh virtually every gain from an electrified vehicle fleet, if electrifying the fleet is the only transportation infrastructure we invest in at scale.

there is simply no path forward to liberating the world from its reliance on fossil fuels that does not involve massive investment into building nuclear power plants and reducing our reliance on individual vehicles by exponentially expanding the reach of mass public transit. anything less than that is a laughable half measure whose most prominent boosters are, without a doubt, paid by fossil fuel companies to always be boosting. this is why i find Kyle Hill's work so impressive and refreshing. he talks quite a lot about nuclear disasters, but goes to great lengths to highlight that the fault lies in lack of funding, lax security protocols, and greedy parties preventing proper management, and that even with these horror stories at hand, fewer people have died from accidental nuclear exposure in history than get exposed to carcinogenic discharges from fossil fuel products every day and OOPS SORRY I'M SOAPBOXING it's a good video you should watch it

"What Happened To Spoof Movies?" by Eddache.

bit of a mood shift from that last entry, thank goodness. this here is an exceedingly thorough history of the spoof movie genre that does a great job explaining why some parodies work and others really, really do not. i had no idea how much of the recent history of spoof movies comes down to failson nepotism! a good chill video to watch if you want something relatively harmless to wile away an afternoon with.

and that's it. good luck in these final weeks of 2023, be sure to mask up, get vaxxed, and make sure your friends and family get PCR tests before any big gatherings, what with covid levels being as high as they were in 2020 in many places! i'm serious, deaths have been above 1000 a week since the end of August! so take care of yourselves out there

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ALSO: VIDREV's askbox is open! please feel free to forward any video essays that you think might be worth talking about (even if you're the one who made it!). this includes new stuff, old stuff, professional stuff, amateur stuff, anything that can be reasonably described as a video essay. no promises that i will cover anything that gets sent to me, but i will try to give everything an honest chance when i've got the time. if you have specific questions you'd like answered, please send those over to my main account as i don't intend to answer any questions here. okay, thanks!!

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[sultrysirens]

New Stories!

Hey all! I know I haven't posted or updated anything in forever here, but I wanted to let everyone know that I have been writing and posting.

On AO3. ^^;

The formatting issue between Google, Tumblr and AO3 used to be so annoying that what I would do was write on Tumblr, copy/paste on Google, edit the parts that needed fixing, then copy/paste again on AO3, so I got into the habit of just cutting Tumblr out of the equation.

Then Tumblr got an update that allowed the copy of formatting from the clipboard to its text editor, but I ended up just not posting the new things I was writing on AO3. I have several stories there that have never been put here on Tumblr.

So, I figured I should at least link them. :3

My account there: SirenNightshade

The Guild Codex:

Protecting Humans for the Irritated (A retelling of the entire book series from Zylas's perspective. Eventual naughty stuff.)

Breaking Rules for Professionals (A continuation of the series. Robin and Zylas's problems are far from over. Now they gotta figure out how to keep him hidden for life instead of just for the few months they'd expected their adventure to last. Naughty stuff sprinkled here and there ;) .)

Fanart (Fanart for the series in general, plus some of my specific fics.)

Minis (Mini scenes for the above fics.)

When The Night Comes:

Taming the Wilds (A chronicling of my secondary Hunter, Tara, as she progresses through the story and romances August, her non-binary boss. Eventual explicit sex.)

Perfect Balance (A chronicling of Selina, my main Hunter, going through the story and romancing her two beaus, Ezra and Finn. Told more through the mens' perspectives than hers. Eventual explicit sex, but raunchier cause TWO MENS 8U.)

Polarity (Tara and her partner August talk about August being non-binary. She's very curious. Oneshot.)

Originals:

Monstertober 2022 (unfinished) (Small, original oneshots that, in retrospect, I'm pretty sure I did start posting here... huh.)

Lewd Dungeon Crawling (A half-elf, Adonna, decides to leave her starter-area questing zone of a village to become a true adventurer. Turns out, true adventuring includes a lot of sex with monsters. Naughty story, much monsterfucking.)

Breeders of the Nephelym:

Nephelym Breeder Alex (Alex is a human. The world is filled with furries. She fucks them a lot. VERY naughty and explicit story.)

I hope everyone enjoys these! Note: if you don't know what something is, you can message/ask me about it or google the thing directly. I'll explain, but remember...I tend to ramble. XD;

-Nightshade

[gunsli-01]

just wanna say since I've been away from fixating on milgram for a month or so and came back for a skim (I got my therapist hooked, so its on the mind).. I wanna say how the fuck did this happen but I've similar enough that like, I hope you're taking care of yourself, congrats on the marriage (thats recent right?), your posts are always nice to see, I hope Organ Thief's Dance Party is entertaining for you too

I got so carried away beneath this cut that it's just a new Mu post I'm sorry in advance! Before any of that though I'll try to answer your points to the best of my abilities!

I'm so happy to hear about the therapist thing! I hope more people can enjoy Milgram so many that getting to a million views is pretty much immediate during trial three!

I think conflicts appearing in the fandom in and of itself isn't a bad thing it just means people care about the material, but I hope people can do that in a fun and respectful way. Not only to make the environment comfortable for old fans but newcomers as well. I don't believe it's good for fandoms to become exclusionary or too closeknit since that can lead to terrible forms of conflict down the line.

A fandom should be full of various people and opinions. So, I always wanna remind people to look at the views of others outside of mine since it helps form a more well-rounded opinion. It's even helped me better reflect on my own biases. I do like passion, but too much of anything in one direction can be bad, and I want more and more people to like and watch Milgram! So, regardless of what happens, I want people to see the fun in it not just from the content but its fans who do great things in a passionate way every day.

I'm taking care of myself and my dad to the best of my abilities he surgery went smoothly too! I'm still very much enjoying Milgram all the way! I hope none of what I said about the fandom comes off as pretentious or too serious because I know it'd be easy to read it that way. When it comes to the marriage, I assume you're referring to my blog description.

Ah, Star and I have known each other since late 2013! We met through Tumblr actually. That's why I was so upset to have my blog shadow banned because it has a lot of sentimental value and I'd hate to lose it. We started dating maybe three years after and we got engaged two to three years after that. Though, since we live in different countries, we haven't officially tied the knot yet. She's my best friend, confidant, and we hang out often. Even meeting up in person whenever we can manage/afford to.

Actually, she's the reason anybody even gets to see me talk about Milgram at all right now. She introduced it to me! She wanted me to look over the entire series. Because she was very well acquainted with my penchant for deductive reasoning and love of solving mysteries. Because of thar she wanted to know what I would think was going on based off the trial one music videos alone. I was a bit miffed at her at the time, so I was like, no, I don't wanna.

Though she went if I didn't want to watch all of it then she'd at least like it if I looked at Mahiru's song. Causing my response to Mahiru's first trial song to pretty much be you trying to say something about me, huh?! However, I really loved it and pretty immediately went okay I'll watch the rest. However, that was only after she asked what I thought happened and the only thing I could think was with the focus on food, probably poisoning, but other than that I'm unsure.

So, I'm very nostalgic when it comes to Mahiru's song since it's related to a person I love.

If you don't want all the personal stuff here's the Milgram stuff!

I think the thing I'm looking most forward too is hearing Shidou's cover of Delusion Tax given how the VA handled Liar Dance! Shidou's voice tends to be more reserved when it comes to singing his original songs but go hard in his covers. Mu is the exact opposite, her voice being stronger in her original songs but going to a gentle whisper in her covers.

Showing the dichotomy between how she presents herself and how she may be inwardly. That outward appearance of dominance breaking into a soft-spoken stint. While Shidou's soft demeanor breaks way into a more domineering tone with hard enunciation that's so good to hear. So, I'm really curious if that will stay in Delusion Tax just like it stayed for Mu with MKDR.

I like Mu's covers far more than her original songs because of that vocal change and the subtle gentleness like holding porcelain. Especially the scream here and how it directly contrasts with the one here. Her covers really highlight that similarity between her and Futa of putting on a tough front but having an incredibly soft interior that needs a lot of nurturing from their environments.

Something also highlighted by her being represented as Parasitic Wasp in It's Not My Fault.

One of the insects that build cocoons on a host and use the nutrients off them to feed their young. Meaning It's Not My Fault we are literally seeing an artistic rendition of a Parasitic Wasp nest being built on a beehive.

Explaining why Mu is so large in comparison to the others. It's a literal hostile takeover until she gets enough of what she needs and leaves.

This also explains why she's so quick to leave and nothing remains when she does in the end. Since they eat everything and go. Yet, it has another meaning too! Mu being a parasitic wasp can be read as her leeching off of a society of course but it can also be read as her needing external validation to support her own beliefs. Showcasing that she lacks the mental fortitude necessary to defend or rationalize her own behavior or past actions.

This is highlighted in After pain when she's literally drowned in her own negative opinion of herself. Something that used to be feeding her is now eating away at her. Because it doesn't come with that sweetness of external validation. No one else is saying that she's right so she'll always wonder if she's wrong on some level. Because she's incapable of validating her own behavior this is even shown in It's Not My Fault when she basically begs the viewers not to hate her or even look for her bad side the source of her pain.

In a, "Just keep liking me, keep feeding me, I can't do it I can't take it on my own." In a way, reminiscent to the way Mikoto freaks out when everybody, but Kotoko wishes him a happy birthday. It also feeds into why her victim ignoring her bothered her so much and she couldn't let it go. The reason she's behaving this way is perfectly illustrated at the end of It's Not My Fault where she's literally reformed by the previous verdict and breaks away from her host, in this case the hourglass.

Something that very much comes through in the tone of her cover songs. While Shidou- Ah, his are so full of that usually restrained animosity of his that I just love! So, that mixed with Delusion Tax may just get me.

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 13

Okay so I lied about posting earlier, turns out I had a lot more stuff to do in very little time, and this residential trip I’m on is keeping me far too busy to post this chapter. But here we are! You guys now get to finally discover what was in the chest. Also fyi I’ve had to write this out on mobile, so the layout may be a little weird. Enjoy! (Edit from Monday me: So the first post of this chapter was atrocious, and I apologise lol, but everything has been sorted out, parts have been rewritten and all links should be there.)

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2624

Warnings: Descriptions of EXTREME PAIN and being UNABLE TO BREATHE, Mentions of Minor and Major Injuries from last chapter.

A/N: PARTS OF CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN REWRITTEN

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Item: Suspicion

Conundrum (Definition): A problem or puzzle which is difficult or impossible to solve. (Noun / Origin: Pseudo-Latin / kuh·nuhn·druhm)

“Since when did you bring your suitcase?” I said as we both stared at the rectangular object.

“Since when did you bring your suitcase?” I said as we both stared at the rectangular object.

“I didn’t!” Kay exclaimed, “I went to put the stuff from my rucksack in the chest and it was just there!”

“Huh.” Was all I said, rather perplexed, as I kicked at the plastic.

Kay swatted my foot away with her own, darting her eyes back and forth between me and the suitcase, before quickly kneeling down and grabbing the zips. Pulling them around she then hauled the top half open, laying it down to reveal her belongings cramped inside. It was everything she had packed for the trip but had left at the hostel when we were sucked through the portal. Clothes, makeup, wash bag and books all piled up. The relief on her face was obvious when she pulled out her toothbrush and toothpaste, but all was forgotten as she snatched up a set of clean underwear and her pyjamas, sprinting out the door to the bathroom on the other side of the hallway. I snorted at her antics and knelt down myself, checking out what was there whilst I waited. Barely a minute passed and Kay had returned, stuffing the dirty clothes and underwear she had reluctantly been wearing since we got here under her bed.

“These are getting set on fire later.”

I laughed out loud, whilst also relieved that one of us could feel somewhat nicer. Bilbo had kindly offered us baths, which we desperately agreed to. We also recycled the left over water to wash our clothes in, but only the smell seemed to leave temporarily – the mud and blood stains had practically cemented themselves into the fabric. Standing back up, I checked the chest once again, seeing if anything had been missed in the dim candlelight. Not spying anything, I returned to the suitcase and unzipped the flap that was currently hiding half of Kay’s belongings. Lifting the material up, I was met with a familiar face.

Picking it up I flung it in Kay’s direction, watching in amusement as it bounced off her head, causing her to whip her head around, and we both watched as it landed on the duvet. Letting out an eager gasp, she leapt on the bed, snatching it up.

“HELLO KITTY!!” she shrieked. Embracing the teddy with a grip tight enough to strangle a man, she buried her face into the short felt fur. “Ohhh I’ve missed you so much.” She mumbled.

“Everything alright in there?”

We both froze at the sound of Bilbo’s voice calling through the door. Looking at the stuff that had appeared, I got to my feet as quickly as possible, despite my ankle, and beckoned for Kay to put the stuff back in the chest, which she began straight away. I turned towards the door and called out to Bilbo.

“We’re fine! Kay just uhhhh..-” I scanned the room, spotting the teddy on the bed, “She thought she saw a cat outside!”

It was silent for a moment before Bilbo responded.

“Ok then… As long as you’re both alright!”

“Yeah! Yea, it’s chill.” I went to go help Kay before he spoke up again.

“Chill?” He questioned, “Are you both cold? Don’t tell me I forgot to put your blankets back in there?”

I looked at Kay, who was busy gripping the chest in an attempt to stop herself from laughing out loud. I took a breath to calm myself.

“No it’s ok! We’re both fine, there’s nothing to worry about!” I called back, slapping Kay lightly on the shoulder when she snorted slightly.

“Oh ok then, call for me if you do need anything.” Bilbo replied.

We both called out our thanks as we listened to his footsteps fade away, and we waited a beat before speaking again.

“Why don’t you check your room to see if your stuff has appeared?” Kay piped up from behind me.

I shot up in realisation. “Oh yeah!”

Swinging Kay’s door open, I sped-walked to the other side of the hobbit hole, past a very surprised Bilbo as I ducked and weaved under beams and chandeliers. Barging into my room, I looked around for anything that could potentially hide a large and very overpacked suitcase. I rummaged through drawers, opened chests, and even stuck my head under the bed, but I felt disappointment dawn on me as I realised that nothing of my own had appeared. Feeling disheartened, I brought myself out from underneath the bed frame and sat slumped on the floor. Looking around for anywhere I could’ve missed in my search, nothing revealed itself, causing my mood to lower even further.

With a sigh, I decided to go with my last resort, and pushed myself to my feet. Opening the door, I trudged disappointingly through the house, ducking my head into each archway as I searched for our host. As I bent to look into the kitchen, I finally spotted Bilbo as he stirred his evening cup of tea.

Hesitating a little, I took a small breath before knocking gently on the doorframe. Though not gently enough apparently – the noise still sent a jolt through the hobbit, but he managed to gather himself soon after.

“Ah, Kate! I was just about to bring these to you two.” He gestured to two steaming cups of fresh tea on the table. “Thought you could use something to warm you two up.”

I felt a smile make its way onto my face at the adorable thought of him worrying about us, and I swiftly ducked through the arch.

“Oh, thank you!”

He pushed a cup towards me with a warm smile, taking his own cup as he sat down. Remembering what I came here for, I sat myself down on one of the small chairs. Placing my elbows on the table and resting my chin on my hands, I looked around nervously and hesitantly opened my mouth to say something. I eventually looked back at Bilbo, who was now staring curiously at my behaviour.

“I… don’t suppose you’ve seen anything a little strange appear out of nowhere?”

Bilbo blinked a few times before replying.

“…What?”

I shuffled in my spot as I thought of what I was going to say next.

“Ok so, really weird question, but,” I clasped my hands together and pointed two fingers at him. “Do youuu, somewhat, believe in magic?”

Bilbo just stared for some time, his eyes squinted in confusion, until he slowly began to nod slightly.

“I – I suppose, to a certain degree?” He replied with a strained voice. I took that as enough of an answer.

“Right. So I think that’s how, we got – you know..” I gestured around, “– here. Anddd, some of our stuff that we left behind may have also appeared –” I pointed at the table, “– here.”

“I’m sorry?”

I tried to come up with the words to explain, but when nothing came, I stood up from my chair and grabbed both mine and Kay’s tea.

“Follow me.”

Bilbo quickly scrambled up from his own chair, gripping his own tea as if it was all that was left of his sanity, and followed suit. As we neared Kay’s room, I turned to him.

“I know it’s a little much, but I wanna make sure it doesn’t seem like we’re trying to keep secrets from you.” I said in an attempt to reassure him.

He blinked up at me a little surprised. “Oh! Well uh, I’m glad to hear it.”

I smiled at him, of which he returned albeit a little wobbly, and I turned back around as we finally reached Kay’s door.

Passing Kay’s tea to Bilbo, I knocked on the wood. We both listened to the shuffling from inside, and the door eventually swung open. Kay grinned at us both, though she was soon distracted by the extra cup in Bilbo’s hand.

“Oo, you made tea!”

Bilbo went to pass the cup over, but froze halfway as he caught sight of what Kay’s fresh pyjamas.

“I uh, see what you mean by new stuff.” He said.

Kay looked down at her clothes, before sheepishly looking back up at us.

“Yeaaa, about that.” She began nervously.

“I’ve already began explaining part of it.” I intervened

Kay let out a small breath of relief and opened the door wider, gesturing us both inside.

“I guess that means we can show him?” She asked. I nodded.

“Show me? Show me what?” Bilbo exclaimed, looking between us a little fearfully.

“Nothing bad!” Kay tried to assure.

We brought him over to the chest and opened it up. The hobbit stared in wonder as I hauled the suitcase back out and Kay unzipped it. He took a step back slightly at the unusual sound of the zip, but was stepping back in half the time as the contents poured out.

“Are those supposed to be.. clothes?” He asked incredulously, kneeling down to join us. He eyed at us both with his hand hovering above the case, and went to pick up a top when Kay nodded.

The first half of the case was emptied, the clothes pile next to Bilbo growing as he inspected each piece with equal intrigue, though he had a different expression for each. Some were confused, like when he took a minute staring at one of Kay’s Batman t-shirts, but some were a little shocked, like when he unravelled a roll of fabric to reveal a lacy vest top, of which, in a flash, he had neatly folded up and placed on the pile. Luckily Kay had already stored away her underwear, which would’ve sent poor Bilbo into a coma if he had seen.

The hobbit soon moved onto the second half, using a zip for the first time to remove the material I had closed back up earlier. He opened the flap, but soon jolted backwards.

“What in Yavanna’s name is that?!” He cried, and I looked down to see he was pointing at a portable hairdryer.

“Oh that’s where I put it.” Kay said, picking the electronic up.

Bilbo stared with wide eyes, but it seemed that his Took side encouraged him to reach out at prod at the object. He tapped a fingernail against it, listening to the sound.

“What is it made of?” He pondered.

“It’s called plastic.” I explained. “You see anyone trying to invent it here, assassinate them. Immediately.”

Bilbo stared at me. “…Ok?”

He began to eye some other things, and picked out a sketchbook. He asked Kay if he could take a peek. Shuffling next to him, she took the sketchbook and flipped through the pages, stopping at the drawings she wanted to show.

Looking back down at the suitcase, I observed the objects left over, and saw a few things that would be unexplainable to anyone born in Middle Earth, such as a phone charger, and an electronic toothbrush. So whilst Bilbo was distracted, I zipped up everything and lifted it back into the chest, knowing we were too tired to even try explaining.

“Did you have any luck with your stuff?” I heard Kay from behind me.

I turned around and gave her an annoyed shake of my head. She pouted mockingly at my inconvenience.

“Is that why you asked if I had seen anything earlier?” Bilbo questioned as he helped tidy away Kay’s clothes into the chest of drawers adjacent to the bed. I nodded once again. “Well I can’t say I’ve seen anything I’m afraid.”

My shoulders slumped dejectedly and I picked up my tea.

“HA!” Blurted Kay.

I frowned in return. “You’re not the one who’s permanently dirty!”

“Well you’re saving Bilbo from turning his room into a hoarders den.” She retaliated.

“I’m not a hoarder! I’m –”

“A collector with a maximalist aesthetic.” She finished, “I’m well aware.”

“Plus, I haven’t brought any trinkets, so you can’t accuse me of that.”

“Yea but you’re a chronic over packer, so you would’ve done so with out realising anyway.”

I grunted a noise in frustration, taking a sip of my tea with a grumpy expression. Kay just laughed at my surrender, so I shuffled around to face away from her. Bilbo on the other hand was just switching his eyes between us, a weirded out look on his face.

“Well, it should come soon?” Kay suggested through her laughter, changing the subject in an attempt to get me to turn back around. “If my stuff’s here, then so should yours. Maybe it’s delayed?”

I perked up at that, an idea coming to mind, and I quickly spun back round.

“You went through first, then I did a little later, so that could mean the same for this!” I said eagerly.

Kay nodded excitedly in agreement.

“I’m sorry, went – went through what?”

We both froze as we realised Bilbo was still in the room with us. And that we had definitely not told him exactly what had transpired before we ended up in his garden. I turned towards him, my mouth slightly open, but nothing but a drawn out ‘uhhhhh’ came out. The longer we spent in silence the more unease we could see develop on the hobbits face. Kay turned back towards me, her face scrunched with uncertainty.

“I think we should tell him.” She said sheepishly.

“Tell me what?” Bilbo demanded, now visibly troubled at the enigma of a conversation going on in front of him.

I nodded at Kay, and we both faced ourselves, with serious faces, back towards Bilbo, who looked a little frightened at the sudden change in mood. Kay sat up straight, placed her tea to the side, and began to speak.

“We’re not f–”

She quickly doubled over with a shriek, her hands flying up to claw and grab at her hair. We watched in horror as she contorted, attempting to stop whatever was causing her pain. Bilbo and I were over in a flash, both of us calling out for her. I went to reach out, when her screaming stopped. But it wasn’t over.

She looked up at us with glassy eyes, her face strained from the pain and glistening with fallen tears. But I soon noticed that her hands were gone from her head and were not clawing and gesturing to her throat. Her mouth gaped open and shut, and we both realised that she wasn’t breathing.

I shot up in panic, crying out her name. I knew what to do if someone was choking, but Kay hadn’t eaten anything? She just couldn't breathe. Bilbo on the other hand, had scrambled to his feet in fright, too in shock to do anything. Though he didn’t get far, the rug underneath his feet giving way and he crashed to the ground with a thud. The noise from his impact did something – and Kay’s frantic ordeal stopped as quickly as it started.

It was as if the noise had snapped her out of it, as she now sat on the floor heaving, whilst watching Bilbo flail around on the floor, the rug still half-wrapped around his ankle. He eventually calmed down and pushed himself up from lying on his back into a sitting position, rubbing his lower back with a slightly reddened face.

I placed a hand on Kay’s back, lowering myself to her level where she had rested her forehead on her knees, her hands on the back of her head as she tried to calm herself down. I whispered, asking if she was alright. I got a minute nod in return. Bilbo crawled over, leaning down slightly himself, to see if he could peek at Kay’s face, then leaned back up to face me.

“What in Yavanna’s name was that?”

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Okay, so this originally was going to be the author's note for the fic I'm planning to post tomorrow, where I kind of explain my thought process for how and why I wrote the fic. But it got way too long for an author's note very fast, so I'm sharing it here and now for anyone who's interested in my reasoning.

It's mostly just my thoughts/opinions mixed in with some frustration over missing plot points, assuming I haven't somehow missed the answers to my questions, lol.

Basically, a few nights ago, I found a notes doc full of questions I had after watching an SB play-through for the first time and was reminded of the below exchange between Gregory and Freddy right at the beginning and the many questions I had about it. 

“I-I’m Gregory.”

“Gregory. I will notify the main office. Huh, connection error. I cannot connect to the main network.” 

“It’s her. She cut you off. She’s not going to let you call for help until she finds me.” 

“Who? Who is looking for you? Your mother?” 

“Shh! I hear footsteps.” 

“That is the security guard. She can help!” 

“No, no, I don’t trust her!” 

“Why not?” 

“I don’t know who she is, but she’s trying to get me.”

And like, it’s so specific. The way he talks about Vanessa, like he knows for sure he can’t trust her, like they’ve already had an encounter. Especially with the “she’s trying to get me” that’s way more ominous than saying literally anything else. His reaction goes so far beyond “I’m an unattended child in a mall after hours and the security guard is doing her job and trying to find both me and someone to take me off her hands.” 

But that’s the logical answer! That he knows he’s not supposed to be there and doesn’t want to get caught! Except this is fnaf! It’s horror! Something has him not disgruntled but scared—which stands out because Gregory doesn’t show much fear in the face of other dangers. And then Vanessa gets weird about it, whether or not you want to cast her as Vanny, when she locks him in a room after a scene that, to me, implies she knocked him out (“Where am I? Look at all this stuff. Freddy? Freddy, are you there?” is what he says when the scene in the lost and found starts. First of all, people who walked somewhere with someone do not look around once they’ve been left alone and start wondering where they are. Not like that. His eye-line also seems lower, like he’s sitting on the floor. Second, when Vanessa starts talking to him through the computer monitors, the way she says everything makes it sound like they haven’t spoken before. So either she knocked him out/he passed out and she left him there or they walked all the way to the lost and found without exchanging even a single word between them and also maybe Gregory’s eyes were closed.), and taunts him. 

Infuriatingly enough, it goes nowhere! They barely interact! I’m furious about it! 

Besides that, I’m infinitely curious about why Freddy glitches out during the show in the opening. His little HUD flashes, “Warning! Alert! High Threat Level Detected!” before he falls over. Like, what does that mean? What is he seeing? Is this better explained somewhere? Am I missing something? Even if it was just the virus, why does it clearly zoom in on a particular part of the crowd and flash a little person symbol? 

And then by all accounts, he just doesn’t remember that happening afterwards and it sounds to me like his memory’s just been rolled back to before the show. “Showtime already?” he says. No! The show happened already! It’s after hours and now there’s a kid hiding inside you (why is Gregory in there? how did he get in there? the questions are just piling up by the minute!) who I sure hope wasn’t there the last time you were conscious, Freddy. 

If this was literally any other story with a logical plot, something would have happened before the game, something that pissed Vanessa off and spooked Gregory and made Freddy malfunction. And, assuming I haven’t missed them, since they’re not going to give us the answers I’m looking for, I’m writing the missing scene myself. 

[themanwiththeplan05]

Guess whoooooo...

I'm back! I've been busy, but I am now ready to show off the next character in my

Explicitly Magical Homestar Runner AU

Strong Sad lovers, this one is for you! Strap in, 'cuz this one is a doozy!

If you already read my first post (featuring Marzipan) then you know what's going on. If you haven't, too bad. Read that one first. This one will make a tiny bit more sense if you do. Or maybe not. I dunno.

Anyway, here is Strong Sad! And as you may note, he is special because...

He gets two forms! They each represent the different characterization he's had over the years, with the physical form representing his early and more depressing days, and his ghostly form being more like his modern incarnation.

I will refer to the different forms he has as "Husk" and "Ghost" forms respectively, and they will get their own descriptions below.

(Also, unrelated, but I really like how the sketch of this looked. That's pretty much it.)

With that out of the way, let's get to it!

Husk Version:

Before I basically redid the entirety of this AU (more on that later), I was having trouble really tying all of the Brothers Strong together in a cohesive way. Eventually, I can up with one connection to signify their familial bond: all of them are considered constructs, a concept I may explain in a later post.

Man, I'm really setting up a lot of stuff up, huh? Ah well, moving on.

Despite this connection, Strong Sad is still treated differently by his siblings because of his origins. The parents of the Brothers Strong were already content to have two young boys, but when a ghostly duo came to the Mother Strong with an even more sickly ghost child, begging for her help, she couldn't find it in herself to deny them. Since he has an actual soul (unlike his older brothers) he isn't fully accepted as a full brother (at least, by Strong Bad's standards). He was supposed to fully integrate into his form were he to have a normal life, but he never could. He's not quite sure why, and he feels quite self conscious about it.

Like his brothers, he was brought to Free Country for his controversial origins.

Main Power: Astral Projection (or whatever the equivalent of that is, I dunno)

Secondary Powers: N/A

Ghost Version:

Alright, I already mentioned it before, but this AU used to be almost completely different to its current version. It focused almost solely on Marzipan (as stated before... I think. I don't remember if I was clear on that) but it also focused on Strong Sad! Before, the ghost form was his only form, and looked completely different. Below is the only image I have of this early design.

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Ignoring the fact that he simultaneously looks like a beached seal creature and a sad beach ball, the AU itself was supposed to be more romantic before I realized I had no interest in this ship nor did I have any knowledge on how romance happens. Speaking of, if y'all notice anything resembling romance in the future, it's purely accidental.

Main Power: Shadow Manipulation

Secondary Powers: Possession and Aura Reading.

Yeah, that's it for now. Next up on the chopping block is our favorite old man in green footies, Coach Z!

Rock On! \__/,

[illumiera]

Hello, it's my turn to take a slide into your inbox with questions from the writer's asks! 💖

33, 35, 13, 70, 40!

from this 📖 ask game! 📖

ee, thank you so much for the ask, Gigi! 💖

13. what's a common writing tip you almost always follow?

here's where I give almost the exact same answer you did, and that's "write for yourself." when I started writing i fear no fate, I didn't think I'd have any readers besides the odd one or two, and I did expect to post it to a resounding silence or responses from people who didn't like the way I portrayed my characters—but ultimately, it was a story that was downright clawing its way out of me, so I resolved that I had to tell it all the same!

it's a very freeing thing, to think of how many similar ideas there are in the world and yet each author brings their own uniqueness to whatever tale they tell, so why not let your story speak for you? if your heart wants a certain thing to happen, why on earth not let it? 😼

33. do you want to be published some day?

I go back and forth on this one! I know the road to publishing can be a hassle and a half, and there will almost certainly be rejections to deal with, but I have the rough outline of an original story and some characters I'm rather fond of, even if they need more development. it's something to consider in the future, but for now, I love my fanfic playground!

35. what is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

for me, one thing I try to keep in mind with my villains is that they should have motivation for what they're doing. as fun as a character who's just evil for the hell of it can be, I like to consider what made them into the villain they are, what they want, how they plan to get it, and how the hero/heroes stand in their way. i fear no fate has a good few antagonists (several of whom we haven't properly met yet 👀) with varying motivations from knowledge and power, to keeping the world as it is, to fixing the world, to plain ol' revenge, and all of them have convinced themselves that they're doing the right thing!

40. if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

ANYTHING AT ALL WOULD, AND DOES, MAKE ME GRIN, CRY, AND DANCE HAPPILY ABOUT THE PLACE FOR THE NEXT TWELVE BUSINESS DAYS, THEN REPEATEDLY COME BACK TO LOOK AT IT AND RESTART THE WHOLE PROCESS—

ahem. that said, if someone were to make fanart, I'd love to see something from that scene in chapter two where Miraak and Elentari are in the tent (h-o-l-d-i-n-g-h-a-n-d-s 👀), or something of their fight in chapter three, or of course, that kiss at the end of chapter four! or maybe even Ellie in full silvery Dragon Aspect standing up to Mora in chapter four, Miraak braiding his hair into the old Atmoran style for 'freedom' from the end of chapter six! 🥰

70. when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

in fandom spaces, I'm generally very enthusiastic about it, especially when fellow writer friends and I can ramble about our blorbos and plots together! outside of those spaces, though, I'm more of a private sort—but a few of my IRL friends who read fic themselves know that I write and, without any details, ask me how it's going and tell me about their writing endeavours. the mortifying ordeal of Showing Another Person Your Writing, huh?

(if they ever found my stuff, I'd be like, "okay, buckle up, buddy, next time I see you, you're receiving a one-hour long presentation about this story, don't worry about why all the exits will be barred, it's fine—")

[bryan360]

Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

(DON’T YOU EVER COPY FROM MINE OR MY FRIEND’S WORK, CHARACTERS, AND STUFF IF ONE OF YOU ARE IMPOSTERS WHO HAD HABITS OF PLAGIARISM! I WILL BLOCK YOU FROM MY BLOG IF I SEE YOUR POST WITH MINE OR MY FRIEND’S ORIGINAL WORK BEING EDITED ALL OVER! I’LL EVEN SHARE IT ONTO MY BLOG SO IF EVERYONE WILL SEE THAT YOU TRYING TO COPY MINE OR MY FRIEND’S THINGS FOR NO GOOD REASON WHATSOEVER! That will be all….I mean it.)

Verbatim Store ‘n’ Go USB 3.0 Drive (64 GB) (Unboxing) - Part 1 (Nov. 12th, 2022)

🇵🇷Me: Hola, everyone and friends! I’ve been waiting after saving this to have my latest review, but hoping it’ll work on my tablet devices when going through progress. I think It’ll be worth using it until I can get a new one with bigger gigabytes next time. Anyways, here’s what used to be my birthday gift giving by my mom: Verbatim Store ‘n’ Go USB 3.0. Drive ⬇️

🐰🖌Maxwell: A USB Drive for your tablet, huh? That’s pretty neat idea of getting.

🇵🇷Me: Yeah, Maxwell. Thought I’ll be having this if I can store my photos and artworks to save. After all, it’s my birthday gift I’ve picked to show ya from last month. Link Here

🐰🖌Maxwell: Sounds good. We know about using USB drive to store things whether videos or musics like some of my friends do. Wonder how can work well with working on your tablet still? Just saying.

🇵🇷Me: Glad that you asked, buddy. However, I’ll be saving for another part coming later. At least when going through the unboxing part first. I’ve started back in November. 12th during break time. For now until I can go back to other stuff this week. Also other items I'll be saving for future reviews.

(1st and 4th Images)

🇵🇷Me: Before I can do unboxing though, I took pics of the box itself showing the USB Drive item that made for iPhone, iPad, and iPod devices. Since now I had two iPad devices, I’m going for the 5th generation version that I mostly use. Because if you remember what happened to my iPad Mini 2 device is something I’ve upgraded. Though that doesn’t mean I won’t be tossing my old device away anytime soon. I’m still keeping it. Anyways, it can hold about 64 GB or gigabytes of storage to store any artworks I have. Though don’t which ones I can head start with, but hoping I’ll won’t losing it when transferring in progress. It’s a good thing when checking on the back there’s a list of iPhone, iPad, and iPod devices that will have support for my USB Drive; more or less.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Yeah. I can see the list of them if you look closely. It saids there that it can support iPad Mini and iPad 5th generation versions. Nice! 😉👍

(5th and 6th Images)

🇵🇷Me: That’s exactly what I’m hoping for. Or else it would a bit too difficult if it haven’t. Now after checking on the back is done, I can open up the box to see what’s inside. Although it only includes the USB Drive itself and the manual book, but at least not too much.

(7th, 8th, and 9th Images)

🇵🇷Me: And finally have a closer look of the USB Drive; with both Type-A and Lighting connectors. Also it includes both protective caps and a small hanger. So that’s nice some companies had those before. Hope that my P-pal @murumokirby360 is already appreciated. I’ll make sure to not lose both of them when sealing and unsealing.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Hope not, but good for having them sealed in protection. 👍

My thoughts:

🇵🇷Me: So far, I haven't touch to set up my USB Drive just yet, but I'm promised I'll get to that this month without rushing in. At least the unboxing part work out fine for starters. It had some of them I wanted, but nothing can hurt as I'll be reading through manual.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Mhm. We're getting there to set up his USB Drive to connect with his iPad device. So stay tuned for another part review to handle well.

🇵🇷Me: 👍🏼

My Verbatim Store ‘n’ Go USB 3.0 Drive (64 GB) - photos/pics made by myself; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301

[obscuremechala]

testing testing 123

i just got here so i wanna test things out, probably won't keep this post in the long run but maybe i'll forget this is up or something idk

this is my profile pic, i drew it myself real quick and i don't feel like elaborating why. the url is a tad different bc i was thinking of sharing it on instagram (i didn't tho) and tumblr doesn't allow underscores apparently

but i digress

i don't have much to talk about but that's 'cause i don't have a prompt or anything this was just meant to be a test

one day i'll ramble about my story stuff bc there's a lot going on there but there's still a lot i need to figure out

hmm maybe ill do an intro or something

but probably not here i don't think it'll fit

ill test things in the meanwhile

italics? oooh yes

bold

[redacted] (huh would that be unredacted or what is this a paradox)

awelkhfas ooh different fonts too

point 1

point 2

there are no points

what am i doing

idk man

i just got here and want to learn and maybe interact

i tend to just lurk on socials but i am capable of interaction

i just usually don't

friends are nice, i wish i could interact with mine more

testing testing one two three

bigger

biggest

moths are cute, i like moths

one of my fantasy races/species are inspired by moths but that's for another time

i don't expect anyone to actually read this

tho i do expect it'll take me some time to get used to things here

ive seen a lot of posts on pinterest while looking for writing advice and character design inspo, tho now my feed is 1/3 transformers, 1/3 pokemon, and 1/3 misc. tumblr posts

i also like robots and transformers

what if moth robot

hmm lemme think

i could def make it work in my universe, i shall ponder

anyway more tests

ooo smol

wonder what this does

color text nice

this song is great i found it a few days ago and have listened to it several times on loop

however i don't have spotify i just have youtube music

sad that they deleted google play music, at least i could listen to music outside of the app and with my screen off without paying money

i haven't actually played undertale, i watched a neutral run playthrough and have played deltarune, if i get the game id probably do a pacifist run

undertale music is good tho

h

there is no 2

what did that do

i don't really get it

maybe it'll do something when i publish this

ooo i should post some art

i don't have a lot tho

maybe i should redraw my old art bc i looked at some last night and yikes

apparently i only recently discovered decent anatomy/proportions and that was via mostly guesture poses

i have recently been shown the way of shapes and im watching a lot of character design and redesign stuff along with my hermitcraft

i never really got into miraculous ladybug but for some reason watching people tear into it and redesign the characters tends to pull me in like a moth to a light

it's funny bc i have no investment in what people are complaining about but im interested in how they make things better/different

also taking notes on what not to do so

i wish i could draw my characters, a good chunk are robots and hard to design, 90% of the rest of them are homemade fantasy races/species i have to actually conceptualize, and then the humans are kinda just there

bc i do have humans there just arent a ton bc i must make everything hard for myself

dw its fun for me it just takes a long time to actually hammer out

i wanna talk more about them but im thinking of better ways to actually organize my thoughts that just vomiting words on a page that no one will see anyway

it's gonna take some tome to figure out this place

maybe ill make separate blogs for original and fandom stuff idk ill explore the features more and get back to

[elisabethdeep-blog]

Brain weird

My psych suggested I might have ADHD about a year before I actually started the process of diagnosis.

I said 'yeah I've read a bunch about it both Formal Diagnostic and lived experience/anecdotal. There's defo useful stuff in there for me, but I don't think I'm actually ADHD.'

Sitting in her office NOT to process the world-shattering bereavement I'd suffered a year or so ago, but because I was experiencing executive dysfunction challenges at work. (I knew the term executive dysfunction from the ADHD content I'd been swimming around in).

Eventually

I went into the diagnostic appointment like 'here's all the evidence I have that it Might be ADHD, here's all the counter-evidence.'

And he said 'huh. well. All that doesn't sound like a Typical presentation of ADHD. But I reckon ADHD meds will help so let's give em a go'. (which, if the body of anecdotes is anything to go by, is the holy grail of diagnostic processes).

The speculative meds did work, and so did a lot of other speculative measures. Things are still coming out of the woodwork. Some things felt really good (I'm NOT lazy and I AM allowed to rest and enjoy myself?!?!). Some things felt bad.

Some community experiences I identified with.

Some felt all the more alien.

Some months ago, the same psych suggested autism.

And I've run into the same wall I've been busting my head against all night. I cannot. articulate. What I'm thinking about this. I can't think about it in my own head cos it's Too Noisy. Huygen's principle, every point on the wavefront is its own source of waves. I can't think.

What I've found I can do about this is find an audience and talk about it. Not because I'm seeking input, but so I can hear myself think. I marshall the chaos into a linear form and can listen to and analyse that, I can hear when things don't hang together right. The multidimensional mental maelstrom isn't exactly quieter, but I'm forcing my attention where I want it, on whatever it is I'm articulating. Theoretically I could achieve the same thing by talking to myself. Or journalling. But the audience imposes an expectation of coherency. The audience forces me to evaluate the importance of each new tangent that presents itself, because I can't expect them to hurtle around with every synapse fire. I can't even keep up with that, which is how we got to externalising thinking in the first place.

It gets easier to explain things to others and myself the more I do this. Which is why I've written a paragraph about my Process.

When I haven't had much opportunity to Think about something, I don't want to Explain It Wrong. Especially when I'm trying to understand Myself. If I misrepresent myself to someone.... I'm not sure why this is the Worst Possible Thing. It's.. too vulnerable to be messy and unsure of myself and get things wrong about this with Another Person. It might be too dangerous to get things wrong about myself just to myself.

But that's why I'm writing a post about it. Anonymity. The imposition of coherency due an audience, even if no-one is listening. It's taken me hours. I haven't even started on what's in my head about Autism and Me, which was the original point. It hurt.

Why does it feel so bad.