stop lol stop lol hang on hold up stop lol,,,
you're telling me,,,
that i have to endure the beautiful damage to my psyche that was seeing like twenty (20) bts frames of ed,,, but multiplied exponentially into hours of footage,,,,,, for not just him but every single character,,,,,,,,,,
IN LIKE 2-3 MONTHS??????????
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really weird thing ive noticed lately re: hermits getting critiqued for stuff theyve said or done is that as soon as someone holds a shit opinion (even if it's just them being stupid, or a centrist, or saying a bad word without knowing what it means, or whatever) people immediately seem to flock to the 'this guy should die' 'kys' 'why are we giving this person a platform' rhetoric and like. that's not how meaningful change is made?
like, yeah, if one of my beloved CCs posted a tweet or video tomorrow about how much they hate gay people, or believe in conservative ideals, or they just said a bunch of slurs or whatever (these are hyperbolic examples obviously) then yeah, fuck them, they should go rot. but like, having some dumb takes, or saying bad things in the past, doesn't = evil terrible person...
idk, i feel like we can critique content creators without getting so insane about it. like, shit, there are things some of my favourites do that i don't like, but theyre not even really worth bringing up tbh. unless its something actually important, i feel like it just creates more drama out of nothing and all these assholes come crawling out of the woodwork to tell everyone how much they hate that creator. or find their content boring anyway so clearly they have no real merit to anyone.
more of an explanation of what i mean in the tags but yeah.
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Saleh found dead in a ditch :
Saleh: Would you please come to our village?
Myrrh: To Caer Pelyn? But…
Saleh: Dara and the other villagers would be overjoyed to see you. The village is quite spare, but we would do our best to entertain you. You could stay for as long as you wanted…
Myrrh: … Saleh, you made that request on my behalf, didn’t you?
Saleh: No, not at all. I apologize. I have been disrespectful.
Myrrh: No, I’m pleased. However… I doubt I should stay too long.
Saleh: Why is that?
Myrrh: It’s because I’m a dragon. My father explained it to me. We are both human and monster. And because we are both, we are also neither.
Saleh: ……
Myrrh: We have the power of dragons; therefore, we cannot live together with humans… We have the hearts of humans; therefore, we do not belong with monsters. We are outcasts in this world, never a part of either community. And so we live our lives alone, never to be understood by anyone.
Saleh: But there are humans whose actions make them monsters in the eyes of others. I do not think of you as such when there are many worse monsters among my own kind. Regardless, I believe the villagers would be most pleased to have you visit.
Myrrh: Saleh… Thank you. Your words have cheered me up a little. Please wait for my answer. When all of this is finished… When peace returns, I’ll give you my answer then.
Saleh: I understand.
Myrrh: And when I do return to Darkling Woods, I will not be sad. Because of the time I’ve spent with you, the memories you’ve given me, I shall not be lonely. I shall never feel like an outcast again.
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Good evening Genya Enjoyers and I am so sorry
Here’s … some bullshit from a WIP im working on as a possible sequel to Ghost of You working title ‘Rose forces Sanemi and Giyuu to go to therapy via severely retraumatizing both of them’
Tw: blood, bodily injury, strong language
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“Genya! Fuck, Genya, can you hear me? You’re alright, you’re going to be alright—”
Panic rose with the pain and blood in his throat. Sanemi was tearing at the remnants of his tunic to get at his wound. Much longer and he’d be front and center to watch it heal, watch his flesh stitch itself back together again under guidance from the demonic blood that surged through him. He’d hate him even more.
“A-aniki—” Genya rasped, and mustered his strength to shove Sanemi back. He got him by the shoulder and pushed, but Sanemi stubbornly came right back. “L-leave me.”
Sanemi ignored him. “Let me see—” his words choked themselves off when he saw the wound. He could practically see right through Genya’s body and to the ground below. His throat heaved and pulsed with the effort to breathe, slit open like some kind of sacrifice. There was no surviving this. He’d seen enough similar injuries to know that. Stubborn as ever, Sanemi didn’t care.
“It’s alright.” He said again. Genya weakly pushed his hands away as Sanemi tore his tunic open and Sanemi ignored it. “It’s going to be fine, Genya. It’ll be just fine. Onii-chan is going to make it better, I promise.” His words forced themselves out of his throat through sobs. He tried to remember what Shinobu had taught him about first aid. Check the airway, make sure they’re breathing, stop the bleeding. A decent enough checklist for minor stab wounds. Not…he clenched his jaw to bite back bile rising in his throat. Not whatever this was.
Genya grabbed his wrist.
“P-please,” he managed. “Please, stop.” He could already feel the blood slowing. He’d have a hell of a time explaining it away later but there was at least a chance if he could get Sanemi away from him while it healed.
Trembling, Sanemi wrenched his hand out from Genya’s grasp. “Lay still, please, would you just lay still?! Let me see the wound! Onii-Chan is going to make it better, I promise!”
Genya pushed back, eyes filling with tears. “Onii-chan,” he repeated through sobs. The word felt rusty from so many years of disuse. “Please, go! I’ll be f-fine!” He could feel the farthest margins of the wound beginning to find one another. Surely Sanemi only hadn’t noticed because he was so focused on Genya’s face. Genya’s attempt at getting Sanemi off of him was quickly thwarted by Sanemi grabbing him tightly by the shoulders, staring down at him as tears fell from his eyes onto Genya’s face.
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How did you manage to not turn into the dreaded number 66's victim? How you managed to get away from the studio?
.......... no... I-I...
... I did get captured and absorbed by that Ink Amalgamation.
I survived all that time thanks to the help of my friends but him and Sammy hunting me down really made it difficult. Then... one day, they got me. Swallowed me up right in front of my friends. I remember bein' surrounded by ink, way too much ink, and there was nothin' but darkness. It felt like I was drowning and gettin' weaker and weaker, about to disappear and become part of him. But I didn't want to melt away into nothin', I wanted to see my friends again, Alice, Boris, Barry, and Henry. So I fought back as hard as I can, and I don't know how but I managed to win. Maybe I got some help from the other fallen Bendys or somethin'. I was swimmin' around in their ink, after all. Eventually I gained a bit of control and the only thing I thought of doin' is gettin' rid of all that ink, so I forced it out. Yeah, 66... he did not like that. Even in the darkness, I saw 66 approach me. With this dark void we were in, we were the only two Bendys left in the world. He grabbed me and I couldn't move. He said how he'd make sure I was melted into nothing as he forced me to become a part of him. He started melting and absorbing me into him again, so I tried fighting back. And, I don't know how it happened, but I turned the tables on him. In that moment of eat or be eaten, I instead managed to absorb 66 into me. I think I blacked out because I don't really remember what happened after that, but when I came to, I was surrounded by my friends, oh that was one of the best feelings in the world.
With that Ink Amalgamation not in control of the studio anymore, we found that we could escape, so we did. Man I won't ever forget the amazement and confusion we got steppin' into the city again after bein' gone for apparently over 40 years. A lot changed after all.
(( don't mind me changing up the AU a bit... ))
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I try to not shame people for the characters they like, I mean, I like Maxson for fucks sake, ive got no room to talk, but i seriously don't get the fascination with Pickman? I've seen a surprising amount of fanart and fic with them. Oc ship stuff. Why? He's a generic "welcome...to my dark mind" joker dude. He's not even a good reference to Lovecraft. Pickman is just some dude who makes abstract art with blood and neon yellow paint. I would disregard him as a simple npc but people like this dude. A lot. Why??? He's a dude in a suit and he kills people? Is that your standard. Is that all it takes for you
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