#Wow this is longer than what it should been XD

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - Loustat (Spoilers) Pt1: Breakup

Trust me, Lestat wasn't thinking about your stupid suit, Louis. Yes, Carol Cutshall said the gold symbolized Louis as the sun that drew Lestat to him; but the main thing was him pulling that sword-cane on Paul. THAT is what might've changed things: PAUL. Most importantly, the what-if about Paul not having died, and what that might've changed or not (IMO, not much--Lestat would've just kept "hunting" Louis longer, till he found his chance).

At 50? Would Lestat have WANTED Lou? Doubtful. Louis would've been married with kids by then, desperately holding on to what little money he'd've gotten as a failed farmer & pimp (cuz he wouldn't've had the Azalea or Lestat's money); probably in debt just to keep the DPDL estate; even as his mom resented him, and Grace probably wouldn't've been able to marry Levi without a dowry, so who knows how she'd've acted. What SPARK would old!Lou have that would've even made Les interested in him? These questions are MOOT.

"Doomed by the narrative."

I'm still confused about Claudia's diaries, and where they were in 1973--I'm assuming this was just a lie fed by Armand that they were scattered b/t Paris & NOLA.

SKILL ISSUE. Louis ALWAYS has a contingency plan!

I'm so bummed we didn't get the Tower Scene, or get to physically SEE Lestat being tortured by Armand. But oh well, at least we get to see Magnus' Tower, and hear what Magnus told Lestat b4 Les was Turned.

And this is a crazy accurate line, considering Armand said that ordering the humans to say "Banishment" took all of his strength which I KNEW was a freaking lie! XD

You should see them in Dubai when Danwrecks Armand's whole set!

Les calling himself a disappointment--YOU ARE. (Nordic blondes, dirty blondes, and the worst one: a FRENCH blonde.) Chile, no one knows why you do what you do.

That's right, don't let him up for effing oxygen!

EXACTLY.

Lestat was turned on the whole time (who said that!?).

No one cares.

TRUE! That's the most honest thing Armand said all season, wow.

AKASHA NAME DROP, STFU LFG

Marius never told Armand about TWMBK for a reason--hed've spilled the beans quicker than Louis about "Bruce" being Lestat. XD But Lestat's bragging a little too much though--even MARIUS burned with Akasha's blood in him, so.... 🙄 They won't DIE, but it WILL eff them up.

CRAZY important line--strong(er) vampires have to be WILLING to die in the fire for it to stick? Like Lestat said in QotD: he will ALWAYS "fight for life."

That doesn't actually count for much when you've been regularly starving yourself since 1910. 🙄

What a way to go, lbh, these vamps are effing gorgeous.

PETTY BOOTS THE HOUSE DOWN! 😂

Yeah, about that--but FLEX!

Ouch

GO AWF, KING LOUIS! FLEXXXXXXX!

Louis said REPLACEMENTS!!! ALL the Antoine(tte)s and Davids and Quinns and whoever TF that bum was in NOLA--PALE PROXIES! And yes I AM taking that racially, too! The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice! 😜

Water in a sieve; don't worry. It's the PRINCIPLE of the thing--go sit in the corner for 70+ years and keep having "a think!"

YOU would know better than anyone!

Imma save the big reveal and the reunion for Pt2; I think I'm gonna hit the image limit soon.

[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 12

Longer Post: 2K+ Words (With a little bit of spicy). You have been warned XD. Enjoy!

“Matt, I got a 93 on my final!” 

You were dancing the second you stepped into his dorm and he lifted his head from the seat on his bed. Foggy looked like he was getting ready to head out. 

“What a shock, the nerd got an A. I'm stunned.” Foggy says sarcastically. 

“I think it’s great. Good job (Y/N).” 

“Thank you Matt, it’s nice to be appreciated. I get that not all of us can be geniuses.” You elbowed Foggy and he just laughed pushing at your forehead. The force caused you to fall back onto his bed. 

“You punk!” 

He was already hightailing out of the room. When you finally got up, he’d already dashed out the door. 

“One of these days I’ll take him out with my muscular physique.” 

Matt is smiling from his spot. 

“I think you did that last time with the John Cena move. “ 

“Hah, you’re right. He was sore for days.” 

The memory is a nice one. You walk over to see what Matt’s doing. There’s a book in front of him and you stare as he runs his fingers along the pages. You’ve seen him study many times, but it’s always amazing to you. You know it’s a bit impolite to stare, but you can’t help it. 

“I can feel you staring.” 

You straighten in your spot, not moving a muscle. Matt just leans his head to one side. 

“Did you just freeze in place?” 

“If I don’t move, you can’t hear me.” 

He starts laughing and you join in when he closes the book, placing it on the desk next to his bed. 

“Come here.” 

He opens his arms and you trot over. Dropping right onto the bed, you hug him. Matt places a kiss on your cheek and you flush, smiling. No matter how many kisses you shared, you still became bashful being close to him like this. 

“Summer break is coming up, do you know what you’re going to do?” 

Matt nods. 

“There’s a job opening at the library for summer tutoring. I’m a pretty good teacher so I figured I’d put it to use. What about you?” 

“I’ll be in the Dean’s office. I’ll go home for a week when finals are done, but then I’ll come back. My dad misses treating me like a wounded kitten and my mom keeps cooking like I'm still at home.” 

“Sounds like they’ll be happy to see you.” 

“Mhmmm. I just need to make sure they don’t try to keep me there longer than I intended to like last time. My dad is pretty good at bribes.” 

“I bet.” 

You lay back against his chest, just enjoying the feel of him. 

“Wait, where did Foggy go?” You ask. 

“To see his girlfriend, I think.” 

“Wow, that guy is obsessed, I swear.” 

“I don’t know, if she’s half as amazing as mine, then I can fully understand it.” 

His smooth words have you blushing. You pull back just a little, and you can already see that little smirk on his lips.

“You’re really good at sweet talking me Murdock.” 

“I’d hope so, I wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend if I wasn’t.” 

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips and he leans in. Matt shifts on the bed, and soon you’re on your back. He parts for a second, giving you a chance to catch your breath and him an opportunity to remove his glasses. Once it’s gone, he turns back to you and you swallow, right before your lips rejoin.

You’ve become a lot more comfortable since the little make out session on your couch. Even so, there’s still a bit of hesitation. His kisses are deep, passionate. You can feel that he wants more. You push lightly against his chest and Matt pulls back. 

“What’s wrong?” 

It’s a whisper, and when he brushes your cheek, you can spot the worry. You hate that you’re making him feel like he’s done something wrong. Truthfully you should have told him about your lack of experience. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so uneasy about the whole thing. 

“It’s nothing you did, I just..” 

You’re not sure how to word it without sounding like a prude. Matt just offers a smile. 

“It’s okay if you’ve never done this before. We can wait until you’re ready.” 

You’ll never understand how he so easily reads you, but you’re more than grateful. You press your hands over your eyes, thoroughly embarrassed. 

“I-I’m sorry. I-I should have said something I just really didn’t want to mess this up.” 

Matt shakes his head, pulling your hands away softly as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. When he pulls back, that smile is so bright. 

“You’re not going to mess up anything. I like this, the way that we are. I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, are you?” 

You shook your head. 

“Then we’ll both be fine. We have all the time in the world.”

How you snagged someone like Matt is still a mystery to you. He leaves one more kiss on the top of your head before he moves to straighten, but you grab his arm, halting him. 

“W-Wait!” 

He pauses, still somewhat leaned over you. Elbows against the mattress, he just waits. 

“I-Is there something else..that we can do?” 

Your voice is soft, almost a whisper. He can spot the embarrassment behind the question and he easily picks up on the way your heart rate has doubled as you await his reply. Your innocence when it comes to the topic is very endearing. You turn your head.

“I-I read somewhere that there are other ways for two people to..y-you know. Without t-that stuff..” 

The more you speak the cuter you seem to get. He has to stop himself from laughing. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s mocking you. The entire situation is just adorable. He wishes he could see just how red your face is right now. 

“You’ll have to be very specific, tell me what you want me to do.” 

He knows exactly what you’re asking, but he wants to hear you say it. As naive as you are about this, to some extent you must know what you want. 

You gulp, eyes moving from his lips, then down to his hands. You feel like a mouse under him. Completely captured. 

“I..I want you to touch me Matt. D-Down there..” 

You’re not sure why it sounds ten times dirtier out loud. 

The smile makes its way back onto his face and he adjusts his position to become a bit more comfortable at your side. You’re not really sure what to expect. You’re just glad that you’re wearing a decent pair of underwear today. You had a tendency to sport boxer shorts. Today you’re indeed wearing panties and a pair of shorts. You’ve never been more grateful, because if this was going to happen, you’d prefer it to be at least a bit sexy. 

“If you change your mind, I’ll stop immediately, okay?” 

You nod, and Matt brushes your hair away from your eyes as he leaves another encouraging kiss on your cheek. Your heart is still hammering, because all of his movements feel so slow. His hand starts from your cheek. He smiles and you return it when he slowly goes down your body. It feels like he’s trying to appreciate every inch of you. Your shoulder, arm, finger tips, breast, torso, hip..

You close your eyes when his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts. 

“What color are your panties?” 

It’s a whisper in your ear. 

“R-Red.” 

He smirks, nipping at your ear and you bite down on your lip. 

“That’s my favorite color.” 

You can’t stop the moan that escapes, he just chuckles and when his hand finally makes it where you need it to most, your eyes shoot open. His fingers have stopped right at your entrance and you reach over, grabbing at the front of his shirt as you lean into him. He welcomes it, expects it. 

He strokes, slowly, he wants you to get used to the feeling. Your body quivering against his hand is all the confirmation he needs. You’re letting out soft sounds. A moan, a gasp, a whimper. It all sounds so delicious. He wonders if it’s possible that his heightened senses have enhanced all the sounds, because it’s like music to his ears. 

The friction of his fingers is starting to cause a reaction. There’s a subtle wetness that’s beginning to become present. He licks his lips and you seem unprepared when he kisses you deeply. You let out another moan and he holds in one himself. He lectured himself not to get too worked up. 

He didn’t want to scare you, but now it seems almost impossible because he’s already started to stiffen in his pants. Your closeness doesn’t really help. He pulls back when your hips grind into him. With a gasp he withdraws his hand. Your lips are still parted and you look at him with a mix or arousal and confusion. 

“D-Did I do something wrong?” 

He shook his head, swallowing as he tried his best to cover the bulge that was now throbbing between his groin. The covers were a nice barrier, but you were still impossibly close. 

“No..y-you didn’t do anything wrong I just need a minute.” 

He was trying to find a way to slip away into the bathroom without you seeing his problem. 

“Matt just tell me what’s-” 

Your words stopped and he heard the shift against the covers. Your eyes were aimed right at his crotch.

“Oh wow..” 

He grimaced, with every intention to just dive off the bed, but you grabbed his arm, stopping all movement.

“W-Wait where are you going?” 

“I..I need to handle this before we continue.” 

“Handle..” 

As in he was going to..

Your cheeks warmed. When you started this, you had every intention of letting him take the lead. But now, you sort of want to know what it’s like. He’d only been touching you for maybe three minutes at most, but you were sure you were about to lose your mind. You can’t help but wonder what Matt would look like in such a state. 

“C-Can I do it?” 

You saw the way his brows furrowed, like he was trying to make sense of what you were asking. He must have settled on a solution, because the crease evened out. 

“You don’t have too.” 

His voice sounded deeper, heavy, like just the conversation was a task for him. He tried to move away again, but you gripped a bit tighter. 

“I want to. I do. Please Matt.” 

His head sank into the pillow at the plea. How was he supposed to say no to that? Just the thought of your hand wrapped around his length had his gut tightening with anticipation. 

“Please.” 

He nodded, letting out a breath. 

“Okay.” 

He sounded a bit more calm now, and you smile, releasing him now that he didn’t look like he was going to make a run for it. His body relaxed and you just stared as his hand moved to the button of his jeans. Your eyes were strictly focused on his crotch and Matt chuckled under his breath. 

“It’s a bit daunting if you’re staring so intensely.” 

You flinch. 

“O-Oh! Sorry.” 

You looked up and Matt laughed again. You could still hear the rustling of his clothing against the sheets. The little sound he let out under his breath must have meant that he’d gotten just a bit off relief from his restricting clothing. 

“Here.”

He reached for your hand, and when he placed it carefully along his length, your mouth fell open. You kept your eyes focused on him. His breathing had picked up a little, hand over yours, guiding you. 

“Just stroke it like this.” 

He made slow gestures and you followed each action, every instruction. 

“Just like that..” He hummed. 

His eyes closed and you took in the way he seemed to melt against the bed. He pulled his hand away when he felt comfortable with your actions. His lips were slightly parted and you could feel yourself becoming wet just at the sight of him. 

The pleasure was written so clearly across his face. It was better than you expected. You’re so used to the smug or smiling Matt. This expression on his face was exquisite. Your motions only slowed when you felt something begin to drip on your hand. You looked down, eyes taking in everything. His length, girth, it was all so arousing. 

“A little came out…” 

Matt nodded, and you loosened your hold to stare at the liquid now coating your fingers. You were distracted, and you weren’t sure why, but your lips twitched at the sight. Your pause caught Matt’s attention. 

“(Y/N)..?” 

You hadn’t said anything, and he heard your hand lift. For a moment he wasn’t sure what happened. But the sound of your tongue brushing against the skin of your fingers had his eyebrows lifting in surprise. 

“Did you just-” 

“You taste good Matt.” 

Your words were like a jolt. He almost came right there and then. He didn’t expect it when your hands reached over and pushed him flat onto his back. He was practically gaping and when you started kissing your way down his body, he was almost convinced that he’d taken one too many punches to the head and the effects were starting to set in. One of your hands pushed up his shirt and when he felt your lips on his chest, he held back a shiver. 

“(Y-Y/N) w-wait you..” 

He couldn’t get the words out. The lower you got, the less he felt the need to stop you. His mind was clouded by pleasure. He knew he should have been stopping you. At least that’s what he told himself. This was supposed to be your experience, not his. Your tongue circled a pattern right on his hip and he gripped at the sheets, breathing labored. He was responding to everything, reacting to everything. 

Your hand finally took a hold of him, soft, almost tentative. Clearly due to your inexperience, you weren’t trying to hurt him. Your touches were careful. He had a second to recall what he’d planned to say. Before he could form the words, your mouth covered over the tip of him and he all but lost his mind. Your tongue ran over the slit and he moaned, louder than he intended too. You hummed at the sound, clearly satisfied with his reaction. Your tongue was tracing patterns over the tip of him as your hand started to pump slowly. 

“Fuck!” 

He hadn’t intended to curse, it just slipped out and when he heard the sound that you released, the vibrations traveled throughout his body. He had to physically force himself not to jerk into your mouth. For someone with no experience, you were doing great. 

You couldn’t take the full length of him into your mouth, and he found himself a bit grateful because if you did, he was concerned that his senses might go into overdrive and shut down. His entire body was a trembling mess as you increase your pace. You were bobbing your head slowly against him, while you continued your careful pumps. 

The simultaneous action felt like too much. He wouldn’t last long like this. He was already at his limit. Maybe you knew, because you drew him in maybe just an inch deeper than the last and his hand moved to the back of your head. He gripped your tresses when his releases came. His intention had been to pull you back, but you offered resistance. 

He couldn’t stop it, he came, emptying himself into your mouth. His hand dropped and you finally pulled back with a soft pop. His body sagged against the covers, chest still rising a bit quicker than normal. When he turned his head, all he caught was the sound of you swallowing. He groaned at the realization that you’d just swallowed every last drop. 

You licked the edge of your lips, admiring his disheveled form. His hair was a beautiful mess, shirt partially covering his chest, pants and briefs settled around his mid thigh. His muscles were relaxing and contracting with each breath he took. 

You couldn’t recall ever seeing anything so breathtaking in your life. 

“I came.” You confessed. 

Your shorts had been discarded, but your underwear now had a significant wet spot at the center. Matt pressed a hand over his eyes, still fighting to gather his bearings. It’s like you’d just deliver one surprise attack right after the other. 

He underestimated you, that was for sure.

[windmaedchen-oceanhorn]

I always wanted to do this, and seeing this post by @laylinara made me finally assemble it. A little collection of observations and a comparison between Lucius and Valen due to their breathtakingly awesome interactions. <3

Tracing models or drawings can be misleading because they are designed to look cool, not necessarily to be anatomically accurate. Consider their boots, for example, and the sticks of legs they have.... Valen is never able to pull his foot out of the boot! (Also, he has tiny feet for his size) So I ignored how much volume clothing and armour put onto the figure of a person and got a nice enough result. Their legs are slightly longer than regular human proportions, though.

Valen's just a regular lean guy, definitely not bulky, without much definition, I guess. Guywin's got some muscle, though. xD His thighs are what Lucius's should have been!

And in Arena Lucius IS a big guy. Check out his thighs... wow. Here his comment that "Valen's such a small guy" would suit, most definitely. He is still a bit bigger and more muscular in Journey, too, and if you had both knights next to each other, it still kinda warrants Lucius's comment. Just in comparison, though, since on his own Valen isn't weak-looking whatsoever.

And one more thing I wanted to record: Notice the design similarities? xD Vala noted (and Valen confirmed) that he's not wearing the official Heroic Order armour, yet here he shares design elements of an Imperial soldier. So Valen is hardly in civil clothing. Maybe why Vala did recognize him still to be part of the HO/Solitaties.

That reminds me, I should draw Valen in his armour. xD Would that be more akin to Guywin (sword and shield) or Joey (archer)? Hm.... maybe I'll make it similar to what Lavinia's got.

Oh, and finally finally:

A broken Valen. xD Good lord... I am not sure why they ruined his hip area like that, but his thighs should attach higher up. Probably an animation choice, as he's got the skirt of his robe flowing with his moves as well. And sometimes, the way he twists his body... I don't know... xD

I love him anyway. <3 Tons.

[tumblingxelian]

I was thinking about this post:

and I just to be clear I 100% agree with the above points and concerns; I did have some thoughts on where the attitude might come from outside o people just having punitive ideals.

See, I think a lot of it comes back to a feeling that a lot (Not all but enough) children's media, and adults (Especially teachers/institutions) tend to conflate anger, fighting back and killing as all equally morally abhorrent.

What I mean is I recall a lot of kids and teen shows when I was young where say, an abusive parent would come back into the picture and the narrative would emphasize how much they wanted to fix things while the kid, usually a major character being upset by them was framed as unfair.

Or how lots of advice for dealing with bullies, especially the classic "If you ignore them they will go away" don't work when applied to real life. & lots of shows often end up having characters who have to be in one way or another passive in the face of bullying or whose salvation from it comes from something deemed unrealistic based on lived experience.

I recall once having been bullied by four boys and any attempt to report it got ignored. At least until I fought back and we all got injured in the ensuing chaos. We all got equally punished but they did largely fuck off after that cos I was no longer worth the effort.

What I am angling at here is that I still have a strong impression left over from a lot of stuff I saw or experienced as a kid that tended to equate fighting back or even being angry at an unfair situation with being as bad or worse than the people hurting you.

I don't think this came from a place of malice at least not where show writing was concerned, but more clumsy execution in a lot of cases. The classic, "You should not have hit your bully now you are as bad as them. Followed by the bully realizing, "Oh wow being punched sucks I should be nicer" stands out given its mixed messaging XD

But you get the idea, how the impression remains, imprinted right next to real world institutional failures and hurts that even after long since dealt with don't just get memory holed out of existence.

So, while I agree the focus on punitive justice, and on murdering one's enemies and both advocating for more of it in kids media (Especially when there's already quite a lot) is a problem in general but especially so in light of growing extremism and echo chambers...

I can at least get where some people are coming from in terms of bracing a bit when topics like this come up cos their experiences might have blurred the emotional responses between being angry, fighting and harming into one big mass rather than distinct subjects that can all be tackled on their own.

[keysandopenmind]

Writeblr question tag... thing

I had no idea what to call this but I told @girlfromthecrypt I would do it and here I am! Here's some questions I answered.

1) What motivates you to write?

I always ideas knocking around in my head and I figure it's better to do something with them. Plus people seem to generally like what I read when they read it, and say nice things to me, and then I get warm fuzzies.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Okay, so I'm probably not going to pursue this WIP anymore, but I really loved this scene.

Context #1: if Ria holds a personal object belonging to someone while she plays music, she can see a bit of their future.

Context #2: there has been an "accident" during a performance of the circus, and Lucy has fallen a great distance to the ring floor. RIa, her best friend, tells May, her girlfriend, to go with her when they take her to the hospital. Ria foresaw this but couldn't convince anyone to do anything any differently that night.

“You should go with them,” I whispered. She looked down at me. “Do you think so?” “She’ll need you when she wakes up.” “She’ll wake up then? Can you promise me that?” “I…” I wanted to lie to her, to tell her that I had seen another vision where Lucy woke up the following morning, right as rain. But I couldn’t do that to her. May pulled one of her rings off her middle finger. “Take this,” she said, holding it out to me. “If I go with her, I’ll be there when she wakes up. So you’ll be able to see it. You come to the hospital tomorrow and you tell me.” I pressed the ring back into her hand. “May, what if… what if she doesn’t? Do you want to know that in advance? I don’t. There are some things I don’t use my power for.”

I don't know if it necessarily came across here but May loves Lucy so so much. Sometimes I think I was more invested in Lucy and May than I was in Ria and Alex (y'know, the main characters).

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Going for a twofer here, Max and Clara from my Drosselmeier Industries series. They're just really natural and easy with each other, and their banter is excellent (if I do say so myself).

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Revisions and edits! I actually really struggle to get the first draft out a lot of the time. #PantserProblems. But once I have a rough idea and I'm shining it up, I thrive.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Characters by a mile. I always get feedback that I need to flesh out my descriptions and worlds more. It's something that's led me to concentrating my stories mainly in the real world, though it's always the real world with some sort of twist.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I'm loving the vast creativity and also the raw talent! I read a WIP excerpt and I'm like "Wow, I must follow that person" and then I read their bio and they're 14? No way was I writing that well when I was 14! (I just turned 34; I feel like I am an old lady of writeblr xD)

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener is always good for longer works. I also recommend a text-to-speech program (I use a free one called Balabolka) for helping pick up typos or clunky passages.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I love the virtual reality system Max and Clara play. The Veritas is so realistic that if your character trips over something, you feel the pull in your stomach like you're falling.

I have no idea if it's realistic or not, as I have played surprisingly little VR for someone who writes about it. I did do a VR escape room once. That was fun!

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Having been through many a rough patch myself, I promise you will come out the other side!

At one point a couple of years ago, I was planning on entirely throwing in the towel. I couldn't see a way forward with the WIP I was working on, and I thought maybe it was better to ditch the whole thing.

You have to ride the wave. After that rough patch, I went on to recraft that story into one of my best pieces.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@hellisheavenwithyou @careful-fear @ryns-ramblings

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[ibreathebooks-42]

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I tagged 399 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 297 posts

#art - 84 posts

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#the sandman - 30 posts

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#cats - 21 posts

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Longest Tag: 128 characters

#right eye is still healing a bit- but it used to be basically useless and now i can actually read things with my left eye closed

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Thing I am bad at: Saying no to people

Thing I am weak to: Adorable kittens

Completely unrelated to the above two facts, and asking for a friend- how many cats is too many cats for a single apartment sized living space?

12 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#4

Mr. Swales will forever and always in my head be the best art teacher I ever had, which led to some confusion at the posts coming across my dash….until I remembered dracula existed XD

18 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#3

A fic I probably won't write

Throwing this out into the world in the vauge chance someone else will run with it- figure that's better than it sitting with all the other bits of fics in a bits and pieces doc until I completely forgot about it. This is just what I happened to get down before the muse ran out, feel free to take it where you will! If someone does happen to write something though, I'd love a heads up so I can read it :)

Leverage/Sandman x-over - nooooo, why brain???

Leverage stealing something from Burgess estate- family of past cult member heirloom??? Something.

Uber sketchy this place

“Nate?[Guys?]  We have a problem”  “What is it Eliot?”  “They aren’t keeping a vault in the basement, it’s a guy”

Or parker finding Dream?

Yep, we are stealing him now

Parker and Dream head tilting at each other

Break him out, bundle him up

Dream too weak to return to the dreaming

Held back from first rush of power so as not to hurt leverage?

Idk, he is stuck now. cause fic.

Uuuuhhh, what do we do with him now?

Dream tells them Robert Gadling and then becomes mr unconscious

Hardison looking for this dude, like- what’s with all the aliases every so many years, hid his trail as much as possible

Finds a rare photo- Uh guys!?  Either this dude’s genes are REALLY strong, or….

Some of them go to pub to find him

Eliot is seeing this guy and like- that’s distinctive this, that’s distinctive that, wtf

Hob is suspicious of random americans who are calling him a name he hasn’t used in years

Reunion!

Angry Hob is angry- what did you do!  What? No! We rescued him! (Angry Hob is possibly plotting vengeance, Burgess should be scared)

Dream gets wrapped in all the blankets

Immortality reveal

Leverage going after ruby???

54 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#2

So I've been maybe designing a (tv) Sandman stained glass window and doing screenshots/cleaning them up for references.

Just love this one so much

57 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hopes and Dreams

It had taken a few drinks to get them to this point, but Hob rarely got a chance to be open about his longer than expected history and eventually the talk came around to his centennial meetings.  And what had happened at the last one in 1889.

“Wait a moment, let me get this straight- some powerful entity makes you immortal, meets back up with you century after century, and then on your sixth date you tell him he is lonely and say you are just friends?  Geesh, no wonder the guy stormed off.”

“What- no- it wasn’t like that!”  Hob sputtered as his drink came down hard on the table.

“Uh huh, sure- and in the 1500s you didn’t shove your wife and kid in his face only to get upset when he then went off with someone else?”

“...”

His friend just raised his eyebrow at him and went back to sipping his beer while thoughts chased themselves across the immortal’s face.  When put like that…..

“Honestly I’m just impressed whatever he was just stormed off and you didn’t end up cursed or something.  Powerful enough to give immortality without a noticeable drawback?  Definitely powerful enough that breakups tend to spawn legends.”

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Who is Hob drinking with? No clue, but someone who is supernatural or at least involved in the supernatural. Honestly was kinda thinking of making it be John Constantine and having it be a relative of Johanna, but decided to leave it up to the imagination- feel free to insert your favorite character/crossover.

Had this conversation stuck in my head, but it isn't going to fit into Silver Linings so figured I'd just post it on its own. AO3

96 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[theinsanecrayonbox]

i remembered it's new episode day this week XD. X-Men 97 e6 time

oh...it's the second half of the Storm focused stuff, sure. just let my heart ache in limbo over Gambit longer. and thanks for reinforcing it with the "previously on..." segment

no Magneto or Gambit in the opening.... :( but Kurt is now a part of it! and new Shi'ar footage???

we're in space...Shi'ar space....huh, are we not focusing on Storm? wait these are Kree????? that's Ronan????? ok, cool. and was that Vulcan (aka Summers brother #3)

so it's now been a year since the end of the original series.

ok the Chuck and Lilandra stuff was neat. but now we're back to Storm

did storm deal with the Adversary in the books? because it seems kinda weird when Shadow King was already set up for her.

Forge knows magic???? oh his mom did...kay...

oh we're jumping between our A and B stories...because two doomed love affairs i'm sure

wow Deathbird, that's a real karen move saying your sister has to erase Chuck's memories of earth to be cool enough for you

back to Storm. she has to crawl in a mine shaft to find magic cactus

and back to Chuck. Shi'ar GoT is kinda more interesting, not gonna lie, especially when Chuck mind whammies everyone onto the astral plane against their wills while claiming the moral high ground

but it's back to Storm in a cave. i still ight now fully get the Adversary, but i gotta admit they are a creepy thing and i am loving the twistedness.

and somehow Storm getting her powers back grows out her hair??? and grows her new clothes...sure...black swim suit and tiara time i guess.

oh and now they get to see the news

and back to preachy Chuck time. he was saying good stuff (that contradicts recent stories) but then he saw the bad stuff that happened and...i think he might be snapping into crazy time

oh where did we cut to now...Trask?? oh it's Sinister, he sent the mega-Master Mold, mk.

so...lots of character stuff i guess. it was slower, but it was formatted better than the split story episode. so...in theory everyone should get back together next episode and yell at each other about what happened right, blaming those who weren't there since they should've been to help...only for Sinister's next step to happen right?

i guess we'll find out next week! 4 more episodes apparently, so there's still plenty of time for story to happen

[castle-dominion]

6x1 valkyrie

It has been a while since I liveblogged. I want to finish watching castle before summer is over.

She got a job ok, they got engaged ok.

Lol love the yes/no/yes/no "most serious thing I've ever done"

RC: You do know how this works, right? his twelve hundred names lol (& yeah that is HUGE gem)

Ah NOW it has been two months no longer sayong "nypd" must have been a change.

I remember when I first saw this I thought "oh it must be this gif with the sexy bra" but it wasn't. & then she got hit so hard she fell back like that?

"or worse: me"

Ew she doesn't have her plans anymore?

I love the music dskljfsdlkfj "he's best with rhetorical questions"

Alexis is pretty. Oh yeah. Pi. I love him so much. Spelling is a construct anyway bro. RC: Uh … make sure you put some blankets out on the couch for Pi if he’s staying? (his meaning is not subtle) Want him to be comfortable. (his phone rings) And visible. I mean like yeah boy sleeps on the couch.

Meh won't clip

Poor them, not seeing each other.

Lol what are you smiling about to the castle cutout.

Is that still her mom's ring? How did Castle get here? You want me to leave? Immediately *starts kissing him*

Castle mr nosey man.

Wow they're good! she looks a lot like castle tbh CASTLE NO SHE'S LITERALLY NOT EVEN IN THE CAR YET YOU CAN CATCH HER

the baby sdkfljslkdjklj (clipping) Halo nights, new trivi fact "well since you offered"

could clip the part where ryan tosses the baby doll on esposito Yay Tory Ellis "isn't that beckett's backyard?" jf ey tunnel shdgy cal.l d*lat.er when i ^bet1er

*castle is already at the golf course*

"it better be on a book jacket" unless he is at home when you drop beckett off bro

"I didn't think I'd get caught"

Yes the old haunt! Mccord is also getting the same info I'm sure.

Oh no phtos of Castle.

Oh no r they tattling on becks?

Picked up a guy, talked in my sleep, let out info about Scoffield. What if you get the license plate when he opened his trunk? Really you have a match off of THAT?

Infiltration? Yeah this fellow def going into a building.

Her voice cracked hella when she said "clear" Also wow these folks are hot in their vests. Her phone is on ring mode? She just went into a building with guns, what if she got in trouble? What if they needed to be quiet?

"the kind that makes me feel all" *ooh*

RC: I have salmon that needs to be refrigerated He's so right RC: that's a read THAT'S A RED!

My man has been shot or smth.. At least castle grabbed the gun. "10 & 2, 10 & 2" XD

Castle getting checked for a concussion lmao *waves at her*

Castle say "I had salmon to refrigerate-- would I have bought that if I was planning on getting abducted?"

"Given your fiance's history.." yk what so valid bestie Her little "I'm sorry" through the screen.

Glad they are doing 70% match not more bc yeah, people can change what they look like.

KB: Maybe it’ll be better. This way when we come home at the end of each day we’ll have something to talk about like normal couples. RC: Only your day will be classified. Like that one physicist who insisted that his wife get classification access so that he could talk to her abou this work day & rubber duck to her. At least castle has the money to fly around visiting his wife all the time.

Pi my beloved. Isn't fruitarian like "I don't eat fruit unless it has fallen from the tree. Those carrots were brutally murdered."

My man lives in amsterdam? Pi has his sixth sense I love pi sm. "you're absolutely right" *walks away*

RmC: You want to talk about it? KB: No RmC: Good

of course she wasn't taking a direct route

Aww castle talking to rysposito about it

KR: You know, I don’t think Jenny and I have been apart for more than two days since we met. It’s gotta be rough. (HOLY CRAP WAIT WHAT?) RC: I just feel like we’re so out of sync I don’t know how to get back. I guess I was just … trying to make it feel like us again. JE: Yeah, by playing me and Ryan for chumps. (KR nods, but it’s not in anger) You should have known that we were going to figure out this case was real. RC: Well, you’ll be happy to know for my sins I was abducted by a maniac at gunpoint and nearly killed. But at least I didn’t get Beckett fired. [They’re both surprised.] JE: Whoa, whoa, abducted? (RC pauses) By who? RC: realizes he might have said too much and tries to evade. RC: Look guys, I really shouldn’t be talking about this. [They don’t let him off so easily.] KR: C’mon, Castle. It’s us. JE: And thanks to you, we’re already involved. KR: nods. RC: Okay, but this goes no further, all right? (at KR’S nod) So I’m walking down the street and this guy that they’re looking for grabs me, shoves me into a car, starts talking crazy, starts asking me all these questions. JE: What kind of questions? RC: Something about Valkyrie, how much the feds knew, and then I thought he was going to pass out, because he was talking about going off to dream world. (JE freezes & looks off with his eyes) But he didn’t pass out. He dropped dead. JE: Uh … this guy? Was he, uh, was he military?

RC: Why? Is Valkyrie a military term? JE: I don’t know about Valkyrie, but Dream World? It’s a highly classified special operations base in the Gulf. It’s a ghost base. The government’s never confirmed its existence, but I – I met a guy who knew a guy who was stationed there. (everyone knows someone who knows someone) RC: (intrigued) Where is it? JE: It’s – it’s a ghost base, Castle. You think it’s going to say where it is? KR and RC share a look, then look to JE. They both shake their head. JE: No. But I will tell you this, if Beckett’s case has anything to do with this base, well, then she’s into something way bigger than she realizes. (won't clip, not even the double shale heads of rystle)

Oh no they lost her, beckett's instincts screwed them up. Or not nvm. If you've never seen it then why were you running away with evasion tactics? Is this the same interrogation room as the precinct & they just dolled it up differently?

GOLF COURSE I expected rachel mccord to slam the table & yell "he's dead" to scare this jeanette girl into talking. KB: Well, people do crazy things when they’re in love. RmC: I've noticed

Well you have the encryption system so you don't need to find the Bad Guy. Stop looking for the thing they REALLY stole. Ah! Genetics lab, classified floor, etc. lmao you would SO get results for dreamworld, even if it is all BS.

Castle chill & cut pi some slack. But also alexis is so pretty really really pretty. RC: how would they know? MR: Richard, these federal agents are here for you...

Ah yes, the military Why would Jack Bronson die if they were trying to set him up? How badly was he exposed? A few days & castle is still mostly fine? ngl I expected it to be more like "a few months before it ruins your systems, but we have a few days to flush it from your system so that you can go back to living your normal life" or smth

Ok I got a few clips, I'm happy.

[introspectral]

Mantis stared at the moth’s little face as she listened to Vision’s words, paying close attention to them. When he said he didn’t know he needed something until he had it… that hit Mantis like a rocket. Growing up without things she now cherished such as kindness, music, humor, and an overall feeling of freedom, she completely understood what Vision meant. She, too, didn’t know how much she needed beautiful things until she met and joined the Guardians, finally living her life away from Ego’s threat, finding a home among the stars. A true purpose. The galaxy had so much beauty to offer, and Mantis wanted to love it and protect it with everything she had… And now she was going to cry. She wiped the outer corner of her eyes and chuckled. “I would say it’s a combination of both. In my case, I decided who I wanted to be first, and then the process of self-discovery followed. And that process never ends! It’s exciting,” she said with her usual endless optimism. “Now you discovered you like moths because they’re gentle, and soft, and adorable. I think it’s a good sign that such a tiny being is willing to trust you.”

Approaching the broken mirror slowly and carefully, Mantis’ antennae became droopy until they framed her face. She lost half of her height without them. “Should I… get you a new one? I could get you a Walkman, too. I think listening to music could heal your soul a bit. It might also help you connect with humans again.” She wasn’t sure if Vision wanted to hear anything humans had to say at the moment. “I know you resent them, and rightfully so, but… their music is enough to understand they’re not so bad. Not all of them. Or at least I see it that way. You probably have fond memories with them, do you not?” Whether Vision considered himself the same person he saw in those memories or not, Mantis did not know. And she didn’t have to. She could be there for him as a friend, but his concerns were his. Despite the natural tendency to invade something as private as the mind itself her powers possessed, Mantis could not live someone else’s life for them. Part of her power was recognizing that she was part of a universe and accepting it for what it was, rather than trying to improve it or perfect it according to what she deemed ‘better’ like her father had been trying to do.

And part of it was also petting the moth once again. She couldn’t help it.

(Alright, since this site is no longer allowing asks from people who don’t have a blog such as myself, I remembered I could submit things, and since that includes pics, have a tiny moth! I hope it’s okay with you, if not please let me know, and I’m partially happy it removed the ask function for non-users because with submissions I can elaborate more. There is so much going on inside Mantis’ mind all the time. No way this hellsite is gonna pressure me to join it and/or letting that stop me from writing with people. Nuh-uh 💚 Also yes, my pen name is Minty Breath, I know I KNOW. Hope you don’t mind longer paragraphs about my bug daughter!)

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{ Oh gosh, did they really do that? I didn’t even notice. That’s… kinda crumby. But YASSSSS, I’m excited for longer, more detailed Mantis! XD I don’t mind at all, write as much as you feel inspired to! Also, that moth is adorable. ALSO also, Minty Breath is the best pen name ever. “Silence Leaflin” is mine, and it was the name of the first D&D character I ever had back over 20 years ago. Wow, I’m old, heh. She was a half-human, half-vampire sorcerer, heh. But I digress. I respect your tenacity to keep writing and rping while simultaneously not giving an inch to this hellsite. Rock on. XD }

Both? Vision looked to Mantis with some quizzical amount of pause. He hadn’t considered that he could decide who he was and simultaneously discover himself. Then again... why couldn’t he? There were no rules for self-discovery and sorting out the details of one’s identity, were there? Why was he searching for boundaries and rules where there ought to be none?

Vision hadn’t realized until that moment that he’d been assuming there were rules to such a process, that he didn’t know them, and that, without knowing them, he could not proceed. In his previous incarnation, he could synthesize information and create something new from it, his own identity included. It was not as though he had lost that ability, but in his current incarnation he was realizing that his default state of being was to process information, not transform it. It was to think analytically and logically instead of creatively and existentially.

“Yes, I can decide for myself and then gradually manifest my decision over time, can’t I? Perhaps I cannot finalize my true identity until I attempt to implement who I wish to be first. That... vision... of who I might be, who I wish to be, is likely to be incomplete and idealistic. Given time and the various forces of life and reality acting upon it, the incomplete should become... complete. The idealistic... realistic.” He blinked. “Yes. Thank you, Mantis. You have assisted me in arriving at a state of renewed clarity.”

As he spoke, he held out his arm for the moth, who was now slowly walking from his shoulder along the length of his arm, idly exploring the odd terrain that was Vision’s surface layer. When Mantis reached for it, it stopped, its little head tilting slightly to see if what was approaching was friend or foe, and ultimately deciding that gentle pets were acceptable. Vision watched Mantis pet the moth, and his smile returned. Before Mantis had introduced him to the tiny creature, Vision had not stopped to smell the roses, as it were, in a long time. It forced him to take life in for a moment, to slow down, and to let go of his problems in favor of enjoying something innocent for a moment.

He’d also come to despise the color white, seeing the color of his own body as a blank canvas, but of the worst kind. Not a brand new blank canvas any artist would be excited to get started covering with things of beauty and interest, but rather, a canvas that used to already be a work of art... that someone tossed paint thinner onto. All the color had been stripped from him in a violent and cruel manner like the chemicals in paint thinner grotesquely melting and dissolving the flowers, faces, mountains, and skies of a magnificent painting. And thus, Vision’s magnificence, his art, and his story had also been stripped away, or so he’d felt. But... this moth... was beautiful. White... could be beautiful, he was learning. So would Vision again. Someday.

[jjaydazo]

Hi jjaydazo! I love your drawings! My question is: what is Fresh!Frisk relationship with Fresh!Sans? Is she not hungry around him or has she tried to eat Sans' parasite? Σ(°△°|||)︴

Thank you, dearie! (and thank you for the lovely fan art!)

As for that question, I don't think fresh frisk would be aware if he has a parasite in him. Since Fresh sans tries so hard to hide it away from his friends. They do share some similarities like how they're not really a Frisk or Sans. Fresh Sans isn't really a Sans and nothing more than a parasite who eats souls (from my knowledge). As for Fresh Frisk, Her real name is actually Franchesca, She just got her nickname from Doc(Dr. Gaster) And she doesn't mind being called like that and just happens to take the similar role of a Frisk. Their relationship is kind of like Idiot x Idiot dynamic, being close to each other and having fun from one to another.

With that, Fresh! Frisk is aware of the Their similarities. But never once it clicked her mind if he had a parasite.

Since she dealt with different kinds of parasites that are much more gruesome, and more feral look in her au before it has gotten corrupted. With FS she sees him as nothing but another friend.

As for her hunger, Remember when I said her AU gotten destroyed? not only that, some of the parasites from her au have gotten leaked and spread on some Aus and will multiply. Which she can just gladly go there, kill it and eat it. Of course, there are alternatives for Fresh! Frisk to eat, most of the time she will drink different kinds of acids (mostly high-level acids) or acidic fruits like lemons and limes.

In the end, they might as well eat each other at some other point lmao XD

[chiliiscereal]

May I offer a prompt of how the turtles would be with a mom friendTM? you know the type I mean? like.... I think they might benefit from that kind of friend in the group lol (also I love your stories, your such a cool writer keep up the awesome work!)

Rottmnt headcanon: mom friend TM

And thanks so much!

Mom friends are severely underrated XD

——

-Okay these boys need a mom friend badly

-but that’s where you come in!

-as the mom friend you keep them safe in many ways

Donnie💜

-starting with this guy, he never really wanted a mom friend

-when April first brought you over he was cold

-didn’t even bother talking to you

-you were determined to befriend him, even though he left whenever you tried to talk to him

-you became comfortable with the turtles quickly and the others accepted your mom friend nature

-not Donnie though

-he didn’t hate you, sure, but you were too much

-you were too overbearing and too nervous for his safety!

-you’d make him wear a helmet when he used his jet pack 

-you made him put on SUNSCREEN whenever he went outside

-you told him to be careful when rewiring a project even!

-it’s like you wanted to ruin his bad boy image

-he hated it and wanted you to stop being so smothering

-…

-…until he realized that attention and moral support comes with the smothering

-the moment he realizes that he’s all for it

-he’s no longer hiding his inventions from you so you won’t bug him, but he’s seeking you out for your advice and praise

“Hey so I made this and… I don’t know…”

“Wow you built that? It’s awesome!” 

“Really? I mean, I know, I just wanted to show you that it was.”

-praise ain’t something this boy has

-have you SEEN how his brothers react to his ideas?

-he needs this

-with praise comes affection

-I’m talking homemade snacks and questions that his brothers never ask

-you’re there if he needs a cup of coffee or if he hasn’t eaten in a while or taken a nap

-“don, it’s been two days since you slept go to bed.”

-“*hissssss*”

-“I’ll make a cup of coffee for you after...?”

-“*hisses but less intense*”

-you may be good at making snacks and everything

-very good in facts

-but the questions are probably his favorite part

“Woah what’s that supposed to do?”

“Well it’s a device that’s meant to fix all the broken McDonald’s ice cream machines.”

“That’s amazing! What did you use to build it? How does it work?”

-you’re actually trying to learn about his work!

-you’re trying to learn about him!

-he loves it

-and he loves that you’re careful to

-it’s a nice change from his brothers

-you’re someone he can depend on

-doesn’t matter if it’s missions or just being a good friend

-and I mean it when I say depend

-you’re there when he needs help rewiring something or just to simply talk about his dumb dumb brothers

-honestly April isn’t even mad that Donnie stole one of her best friends

-she knows he needs this

-Donnie fully learned to trust you after the purple dragons mishap

-you told him they were untrustworthy but his heart was dead set on that satin jacket

-when he came back to the lair, late at night, with no satin jacket and a handful of his missing tech, he found you raising an eyebrow at him from where you had sat to wait for him

-he knew from then on to trust you and your opinions, even though his often got in the way

-you can often be found sitting on Donnies bed while he works, offering your company and comments

-Normally no one else is allowed in while he works but that’s just because they don’t have anything positive to provide

 Raph❤️ 

-Raph IS the mom friend

-your mom friend energy and his mom friend energy just work together so well together

-I’m talking planning missions together, figuring new ways to trick his brothers into being responsible, cleaning the dishes, and even making snacks together

-“so the mission is tomorrow right?”

-“yep! Should we bring apples with peanut butter or pretzels with hummus?”

-“well Donnie doesn’t like peanut butter, but Mikey does, so both?”

-“awesome! And you’ve got the water covered?”

-“dude I even have caprisuns packed so we’re ready!”

-the others find it to be too much with the two of you but Raph really appreciates the help

-especially during the pizza puff episode

-oh that part nearly set you on fire with worry

-Raph had never seen you that worked up

-you had a fan for Leo, a bowl for Mikey, and a bag of fruit snacks for Donnie

-Raph has to activate his supreme mom friend energy to get you to stop hovering over them

-that meant literally dragging you away from them so they could figure things out on their own

-he’s seen you be a mom friend to them all the time

-but never once for him

-you two were like... co mom friends working together to stop the younger irresponsible three

-until Raph got separated in the sewer

-oh man you were torn with worry

-you nearly destoryed the place looking for him

-and finding him all savage like that... ack that was enough to practically shatter your heart in two

-once he stopped trying to barbecue villains and destroy his brothers you took him to the lair and helped him calm down

-you even turned on a movie for the two of you so he could relax

-it was nice to have your best friend and partner in stopping crime back

-Raph of course was embarrassed because it’s HIS job to help everyone, not the other way around

-after much assurance you had him convinced that you didn’t mind

-he was grateful to have you and your help

-he just wished you didn’t worry quite so much

Leo 💙:

-this boy is soaking it all up from the start

-someone to compliment him?

-someone to help him out?

-someone to admire his achievements?

-oh he’s all for it

-he’s showing off skateboard stunts, he’s doing flips, and he’s randomly pulling you to him and creating a portal

-usually you end up somewhere sketchy but sometimes it works out

-you always have to be ready though

-one minute you’re walking to the projector room and the next you’re in New Jersey with a sheepish looking red slider

-his only problem is now he has to be more careful with skateboard tricks

-he’s fine with a helmet but when it comes to you hovering next to him while he’s going down the skate ramp...

-eh he’s not so fond of that

-praise?

-sure

-home made gifts and cards?

-always appreciated

-but you constantly trying to protect him from things he knew how to do?

-no

-just no

-now he only feels like he can skate if you’re not there or if he goes to a skate park without telling you

-you figure out quickly and still worry that he’ll mess up a flip

-doesn’t matter if you’re watching or not

-you’re the mom friend

-your job is to worry

-you promised that you’d stop worrying about him if he can back

-you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable in his own home!

-he agreed and you did your best to keep your promise

-...

-until he actually messed up a flip

-you don’t know WHAT he landed on but it must have been sharp because there was a LOT of blood

-maybe you thought there was a lot because you were so worried but still

-you hadn’t even been in the room but you heard his shout (and crash) and you came running

-oh he was lucky you carried gauze and everything in your bag because other wise they’d have to go buy some

-you chewed him out while patching him up, much to his displeasure

-you’re both sweet and sour about it

-“I’m fine! Look, nothing’s broken!”

-“I TOLD you that you could get hurt! I TOLD you it wasn’t safe! Why did you not listen- I’m sorry does that hurt? I’m sorry!”

-“yeah it does hurt-.”

-“than you should have listened to me!!”

-for a while he’s bitter that you were just waiting for him to mess up

-clearly you thought he was just a big clutz to you

-but after a while of him avoiding you and pouting you brought it up again

-“I’m not just waiting for you to fail you know. I just want you to be okay.”

-“that’s not what it feels like! You clearly don’t trust me!”

-“life happens, Leo! Doesn’t matter how skilled you are! You’re an amazing skater but sometimes mistakes are made!”

-ha that changed his tune quickly

-“you think I’m an amazing and skilled skater?

-you just rolled your eyes and left, not saying anything about his comment

-didn’t matter

-this boy is all smiles for the rest of the day

Mikey🧡:

-he was on board from the very start

-he’s got cuddles, piggy back rides, and his own art fan/critic

-lots of baking and cooking together

-maybe even drawing if he’s lucky

-only problem?

-you don’t trust him to go out on his own

-even if it’s just to grab a video game from the store or pick up pizza

-“I’m just going down the block!”

-“what if someone sees you?”

-“I’ll be careful!”

-“just let me go with you.”

-“no! I can do this on my own!”

-you’re always offering to give him a ride or tag along just because you don’t want anything to happen to him

-that means, of course, sneaking out

-not for a long time, just enough to get some air

-but that also means you’re staying up late waiting for him to come back

-he’s your buddy!

-you can’t let anything happen to him!

-he didn’t know about it until he found you cashed out on the couch with the lamp still on

-normally you gave him an excuse about why you were still up, such as a late night snack or a movie

-but your phone and the tv were both off

-he decided to think nothing of it until he noticed that you were grumpier in the mornings

-he didn’t want his actions to affect you so he started coming back earlier

-even texting you and telling you he was fine

-you two talked and set up a deal

-he could go out by himself and you wouldn’t stay up late waiting for him as long as you had his location on your phone

-it was easier for both you from then on

[redwinterroses]

Request should you feel up to it: Some of the MCC participants reactions to seeing that Ren is a cyborg now (I know his MCC 15 skin didn't show the machine in his chest but what if it had). Would love to see Martyn in particular but anyone else Ren has interacted with that you feel like tossing in there works too.

I worked on this all day that I was logged out of tumblr, which just goes to show what can be accomplished when one isn't constantly refreshing this hellsite. XD

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“My liege!”

Ren, startled, jumped several inches in the air and whirled around to see Martyn jogging toward him down the brightly-colored causeway, wearing the purple uniform of their team.

“It’s good to see you again!” Martyn declared, a massive grin on his face.

“Oh! Me hand!” Ren laughed and spread his arms wide. “The Hand and the King have been reunited!”

Martyn grabbed Ren in a warm hug, pounding his back heartily.

“Ah, ya love to see it, ya love to see it,” Ren chuckled. His face felt like it would crack open from smiling—it hadn’t been that long since he’d seen his friend, but it seemed far longer than a measly few months. For Scott to put them on the same team for this competition—well. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been looking forward to this for weeks.

Martyn stood back, holding Ren’s shoulders and giving him a small shake. “How you been, dude?” he asked. He frowned, and tilted his head. “You look a little thinner since the last time I saw you. Which is saying something since you were dead then. You good?”

Ren didn’t stop smiling, but he nodded toward some benches off to the side of the path. “Of course I’m good, my dude,” he said. “Better than ever, ya might even say.”

They moved toward the benches—dodging a few other eagerly-bouncing teams as they crossed the walk—and sat down. Ren raised his hand and waggled the new metal fingers at Martyn.

“Got myself a few… upgrades,” he said. “What’d ya think?”

“Ren—what…” Martyn’s face creased in concern and he reached out—pausing, with a glance for permission. Ren nodded, and Martyn took the robotic hand gently, turning it over and tapping the silver casing. He ran his fingertips over the delicate joints and shook his head. “What happened, dude?”

Pulling his hand free, Ren rubbed it self-consciously. “Eh… had a little run-in with, erm—” he hesitated. “That is, I got in a bit of a scrape. Renbob and Doc came to my rescue but…” he gave an awkward little laugh. “Some of me bits are never to be seen again.”

Martyn was still looking at the hand.

“I’d heard you had a rough end to your season seven,” he said. “There weren’t a lot of details, but…” He met Ren’s eyes with an expression Ren didn’t quite have a name for. “Nobody gave the impression that it was this bad.”

Ren was tempted to just brush it off—ah, it was no big deal. Nothing I couldn’t handle, ya know—but this was Martyn. Next to the Hermits, there was no one he trusted more.

He shrugged. “Technically…” he said. “Just between you and me and this bush over here… I think I technically died. Again.” He forced a grin. “Bad habit, I know.”

“Wow.” Martyn sat back against the bench. “Wow—that’s rough, dude. How…” he reached out and tapped Ren’s cyborg arm again. “How bad is it?”

“My arm,” Ren admitted. “And my leg.” He lifted his pant leg to show the cybernetics beneath. Then he rapped at his chest, the metal thunking hollowly under the purple team hoodie he wore. “And… a lot of other bits and bobs that I don’t honestly really understand myself. Doc cracks jokes whenever I ask, but... I think it was a pretty close thing, to be honest.”

Something dark flashed across Martyn’s face. “And I had no idea,” he said. He leaned back, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes. “You might have died and I wouldn’t have had a clue. Some friend that makes me.”

“Oh, good grief, Martyn—” Ren kicked Martyn’s shoe. “Don’t even start with that, man. It’s not like you knowing would have made any difference.” Though, as he said it, the thought flitted through his mind that the same could be said of him: anything could happen to Martyn, and he’d let the radio silence stretch long enough that he wouldn’t have known until it was too late. “Lesson learned,” he said aloud. “After this, we keep in better contact. We’ll be regular pen pals.”

Martyn huffed in something close to amusement. “Sure,” he said. “I think Netty’s got some cute stationary somewhere I can steal.” He gestured at Ren’s arm and leg. “Honest question: are you good for today? A near-death experience isn’t exactly something to laugh at. If you’re not ready, I’m sure Scott could find someone to swap in for you.”

“Not a chance, not a chance.” Ren bounced to his feet and made a grand gesture to the stadium around them. “We’re the winning POV, baby!”

He was glad to see some of the concern melt away from Martyn’s face. It was worth the twinges of discomfort in his still-recovering limbs, and he surreptitiously clenched a fist. Nothing—especially not a little bit of pain—was going to hold him back today.

“Oh, absolutely.” Martyn stood, and punched Ren lightly on the arm. “Hey, you guys have all won before—you and False and Illumina. No pressure, but I’d love a win today.”

“We’ll see what we can do, me hand. For the honor of Dogwarts and all that, right?”

Martyn leaped up on the raised edges of the path. “Indeed, milord!” he declared loudly, earning amused looks from other players. “For the honor of Dogwarts!”

#MCC15PurplePandasForever

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 4 Episode 3: Gang of Secret

(Spoilers below)

-So they just beat a villain, and Ladybug is acting SUS. Like she doesn't Want to leave yet. Hmm

-Chat noir YOU SLICK MOFO. (I dare not ruin it, because I am laughing at it)

-She is still not over her break up. So I guess Lukanette stans, get whatever remains of your juice while its there.

-Ladybug ... sweetie. Do you need a hug? Cause you look like you need a hug.

-Chat noir realizing his idea was NOT very smart after that.

-Ladybug ruining experiences for a LOT of couples today

-Chat noir trying to help, but Ladybug aint telling him

-They are going swimming now. Chat noir for once, is not thrilled about hanging out with Ladybug... thats a YIKES.

-She has goggles and a towel, so she did go swimming.

-The Kwami see her in pain, QUICK, TEAR DOWN THE PHOTOS.

-She said no tho, but clearly sad about it.

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-So Alya is giving the girl posse the rundown on Marinette. Claiming she is lovesick.

-Rose thought they were cute, and Juleka says nothing. Is it wrong that I want Juleka to have an opinion? Whether positive OR negative

-Juleka is like "Yea, he is sad." shows picture of sad Luka. Though to be fair, that is a decent pic of him.

- So Alya is LAST to know. Double ouch.

-Marinette was crying in the bathroom, baby girl no!

-MARINETTE OMG! HOW DOES SHE HAVE THAT?!

-Alya out here trying to be a good friend. By showing Marinette she has support. (She aint even mad that she was last to find out. She is more concerned about her friend)

-THEY HAVE A SECRET HANDSHAKE!

-They calling her now

-She didn't answer. She is too sad

-So she won't detransform and talk with tikki. Can I PLEASE give her a hug. She needs it.

-Yo... Marinette has zero concern for herself and only detransformed when she thought it was causing strain on Tikki.

-Mylene offering friendship bracelets. Never change dear.

-Okay so are they witches now?

-Alix is like 'Can I not be in a ritual, Id rather give her some juice'

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-Marinette sad cause Ladybug can't have a boyfriend. Cause even if she dated Adrien, it would be the same as it was with Luka.... Tikki knows that aint true but can't say why. UGH! This is pain

-Did Tikki just confirm Kwami can't fall in love? NO! MY CHEESECAKE!

-OH S***! So now she gonna be Perma ladybug?!

-So the girls showed up as soon as ladybug left. This isn't good.

-And of course Marinette is TOO GOOD at making s***, so they curious about the new dollhouse

-OH S*** THAT WAS CLOSE!

-And things going to s*** in 10, 9, 8

-Oh no... this... this is not good. Marinette sweetie no. No please.

-Look can we take a second and APPRECIATE HOW HARD ALYA AND THE GIRLS ARE GOING FOR MARINETTE! Did the writers see all of the alya salt and say 'Yea f*** that noise'? Cause I feel like they did.

-Okay so I know Marinette just didn't want to expose her secret... but damn girl... THAT was harsh.

-Marinette literally going scorched earth for being Ladybug... Okay, this episode PHYSICALLY hurts me. SHE DOESNT MEAN IT GIRLS. PLEASE DONT HATE HER.

-Shadowmoth could you not. Like seriously?! COULD YOU F***ING NOT! MY BABY GIRL IS IN PAIN AND I WILL GO THROUGH MY SCREEN AND [Redacted]

-And then you'll have to f*** sideways.

-So first 5 way akumatization

-So can we talk about how the last 3 akuma were after the secrets of Marinette. well 2, but the other one was Adrien. But still. A Lot of Hawkmoth saying 'F*** this individual in particular'

-THEY JUST WANT HER TO STAY THEIR FRIEND! OMG I CANT EVEN BE MAD.

-I wish I could understand Juleka. Can someone please just translate with what she is saying. It was funny in truth, but I want to know

-OH Timebreaker and Horrificator are BACK. Yay, I missed them

-Just realized how AMAZING their Gang of akuma are. Like damn, thats like a super team of evil. Yea sure

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-Not to nitpick, but Marinette, you should have led with that box.

-TRIXX IS GONNA USE HIS POWERS OMG FINALLY! A PURE KWAMI POWER. We haven't seen that since Plagg.

-Damn that was a really boss illusion trixx. But question, how was that out of control? Like if anything, that was BETTER then when the user used it.

-Trixx makes a really good point. WHY DOES HE NEED A HOLDER AGAIN?!

-OH, HE WAS LYING. EVERYTHING LOOKS F***ING BANANAS.

-Trixx is now my second favorite Kwami.

-PLAGG! MY SON! HE IS IN THE EPISODE! I MISSED HIM. Also, surprisingly knows.

-Plagg cares about other Kwami.

-Adrien just chilling, watching tv. XD

-Timebreaker casually committing murder

-Hold it, Okay so why are so many people in school right now? Ivan is there, chloé and Sabrina? Oh my tomato son too. Can someone tell me wtf is up with this school schedule?

-Fragrance/Reflekta Power combo is amazing.

-Wow, this gang is MEGA DANGEROUS

-So yea Ladybug. Maybe... idk... TALK WITH CHAT NOIR ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS!?

-So they really gotta plan this time.

-Ladybug smart to disarm Ladywifi.

-Ladybug trying to get lady wifi to fight the akuma. This is touching

-SHE DID IT! ALYA BROKE FREE! LIKE A MOTHERF***ING BOSS.

-No, shadow moth, you's a b***

-Loving this Alya- Ladybug friendship

-Chat noir looking boss by fighting 3 akuma at once while on the phone. Chat noir Leveled up.

-So Ladybug can now pull the miraculous out of anywhere because she has guardian status. Thats a cool trick. Makes it much easier.

-Thats a secret tho, Alya got trusted with a big secret.

-RENA ROUGE IN THE HOUSE!

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-And Chat noir is captured... but in his defense. He did have to fight 4 at once this time. So that took longer than usual. So no shame kitty. You did well.

-Lucky charm is an inner tube

-Clever illusion. POINTS! Using the goal of the akuma to distract. Alya gets gull points!

-WOW! REALLY CLEVER ILLUSION.

-Ladybug suave catch of rose tho.

-So that was probably the best Group akuma attack since Heroes day (and honestly it probably tops it)

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-Marinette patches things up with her friends. That is a relief. She was able to somewhat explain her issues up to the point. Without spilling the details.

-Marinette has some really good friends.

-Alya knows that not everything has been told... Hold on DONT TELL ME.

-Oh wow, Marinette is breaking down.... My poor baby girl is hurting real bad.

-OH S*** SHE SAID IT! SHE TOLD HER! SHE TOLD ALYA!

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wow this episode... This one hurt. This one hurt a LOT. But also, it was really good.

Okay so, 10/10.

I haven't been this enthralled with an episode in a long time.

Are there one or two nitpicks? Absolutely.

Do I wish somethings were not mentioned? A little bit.

Am I glad Alya knows? Out of everyone, she is the second person I wanted Marinette to tell.

(The first one being chat noir, but lets face it, we kind of knew that won't be happening for a while.)

So can Alya salt stop now? Cause Alya CLEARLY showed how much of a motherf***ing boss she is.

But damn I didn't feel this emotional since Chat blanc.

I DONT EVEN CARE THAT THE AKUMA WERE REPEATS.

That was OBJECTIVELY, one of the best episodes in the entire series.

This made me rethink my favorite episode. THATS HOW GOOD IT WAS.

Season 4, You keep doing what you are doing. Your writing (minus some very minor nitpicks) has been pretty damn good.

[toujoursmiraculous]

Thoughts and Reaction to SIMPLEMAN

A day late but that's what happens when good subs aren't out until the next day, and you're busy that day. This episode is so sweet and wholesome that it was worth it, for sure. I'm still not sure which one is Ella and which one is Etta. They're always addressed together so I just don't know, but I'd like to. ;-; (Note: Looked it up on Wikia, the one in pink with seafoam earrings is Etta, the one in seafoam and pink earrings is Ella) See Nino knows. Nino's concerned about Marinette babysitting three kids already. He lives with one all the time, times that by 4 and WOO that's crazy. Sweet of her to want to ensure her best friend has some time to relax with her boyfriend. Oh. OH those poor Kwami! Especially Fluff and her ears being pulled like a game of tug-of-war! I can see it now, Fluff now traumatized by young kids. So if Alix ever has any in the future, they better grow up knowing about Fluff right away or she's in for a horror show. PV TRAILER AND MUSIC! I'm such a fan of the music and the PV that when my sister told me about it, it made me even more excited for this episode than I already was. And I was very excited already! Manon: So? Aren't you going to answer it? She knows what's up. So Adrien's calling asking Marinette to help sew on a wing? Because nobody else there can do it? I dunno, sounds kind of sus to me, Adrien. Are you sure you're not using that as an excuse just to see your "friend"?

Marinette's biggest problem is thinking so far ahead in her brain that when she goes to speak, she's either way far ahead of herself or gets everything mixed up as it comes out of her mouth. If she just lived in the moment and didn't plan (which being Ladybug that's probably very hard not to do outside the costume), she'd be able to do this and overcome that fear of rejection as well. She seems to have that part fairly taken care though. When Gina said she was in China to learn Kung Fu and met a girl that reminded her of Marinette, instantly thought about Fei. How could it not be her? Rolland gets asked to babysit, immediately is like "Let's do something fun and dangerous!" Tom must have had an interesting childhood with Rolland and Gina. o.o Clearly Rolland doesn't realize who the heroes are based on. Or just completely forgot he met them when Bakerix. xD Adrien's so sweet with Marinette, even if he can't understand a single thing she says. That's adorable. But a really good way to thank her could've been "Would you stay and watch the photoshoot, and then maybe we could go do something fun/get something to eat after?" BOOM. Problems solved. But I have a feeling this may come back later, and maybe that would turn out better. Marinette's grandparents tend to give Hawk Moth/Shadowmoth the most sass and trouble in comparison to other Parisians. XD Rolland is so sweet to these kids, and they are so caring towards him. It's so wholesome! Just think: if that helicopter wasn't crashing behind her, she would've screamed she loved Adrien. So close. Simpleman is the chillest akuma. Being all "Hey kids, even though I'm akumatized, let's go out into the city!" and the kids are like "Yeah, okay. Hey let's get ice cream!"

Him protecting them from all the flying pizza boxes that guy was throwing around everywhere was super sweet too. LB and CN: Things are complicated. So we should find Shadow Moth directly. Let's run around the city screaming for him to come find us so we can fight him! I seriously think if Chat Noir or Ladybug brought up the fact that their identities made things complicated, they would've revealed themselves right then and there. LOL at the old school fighting and them behaving like young children xD "NO!" "I'm NaNa, ClaCla is no longer with NaNa! Paris is really messy! BuggyBug, KittyKity, help us!" Oh this is going to be so hilarious in the English dub with the voice actress who also voices Nathalie. XDDD A bouncy ball is very complicated for Ladybug. That a literal 5 year old can figure out. Wow this villain's power sure did a number on her. xD I find it all the more stressful actually, that Chat Noir and Ladybug can remember what they were doing the whole time they were affected by the akuma. That means if Marinette said she loved him, or they revealed their identities, there would be no going back or being able to make an excuse for it. Can we just talk about how those kids could understand that the reason he wants things to be simple and is upset that the world is so different, is because it scares him and he doesn't think he's capable of learning and changing with the world? A majority of adults these days can't even take two seconds to try to understand someone else's situation(s) before judging and being outright nasty people towards them. Yet these kids were able to do so. And a lot of kids actually are like they are in real life. Some may see this as an episode just for kids to appreciate, but there's a lot in here that's aimed at adults, too. Adults need reminders and these lessons just as much, if not more so than young kids. It's adults that lose their way and needed to be reminded of it, as they have a greater immediate impact on the world. I've seen so many people judge Rolland, make assumptions about him which is almost always the very worst things they could think of. But this episode shows how caring and willing to learn and understand he really is, he was just hiding behind his fear of change and not being able to keep up with it. Some lessons in this episode for the adult viewers are: -You're never too old to learn, get over your fears, try new things, become a better person, and see things through new eyes. -Don't over-complicate or overthink, but don't be lazy and think keeping everything simple will actually in reality be the answer, sometimes it can make things worse! -Kids tend to see the world as things are, not what they think it should be, or believing they're the center of the universe like adults tend to do. -Being wise means knowing that regardless of your field, educational background, age, or lived experiences, you don't know everything, there is always more for you to learn about everything out there. The kids in this show are quite wise, as they know that there is so much they don't know and how they treat learning new things. They also know how adults tend to understand, or act like they understand everything, so we as adults aren't used to it when we don't and react negatively to that because it scares us when we don't know. In that way, this episode was very brilliant! Also that hug at the end, oh you can bet these kids are going to want to go visit Grandpa Rolland, and honestly I'd love to see bits of them here and there, their bonds are adorable and they've changed his life in such a positive way. Also the pure Ladynoir without another hero or Alya or any kind of upsetting situation was honestly such a breath of fresh air! Maybe not the kind of Ladynoir people wanted, but it made me happy. Marinette acknowledged her problem is she's scared of Adrien rejecting her. First step is admitting it! Can't blame her for not being able to do what she wanted, she only just realized the issue after all. It's going to take a little time now to work on it! Is it just me, or

does it seem Adrien's almost trying not to laugh when she was messing up and then asked if he liked fishing? XD Maybe it was the actors tone with the facial expression but it seemed that way! But the way he just watches her run away and does that adorable little chuckle... Oh Adrien, we really need you to start realizing why you keep doing that. "She (Ladybug) reminds me of your grandmother and you know what? You look exactly like her (Ladybug)." Well. Oop. He's onto you! Apparently Rolland isn't blind, as not a single character suspected her from her personality or appearance to be Ladybug so far. Even Adrien only began piecing it together due to circumstances (and his own personal wish that Marinette is LB, you can't convince me otherwise this isn't true). This is going to come back later, possibly Dearest Family? Overall such a good episode with a lot of things in it, if you decide to watch without high expectations or biases. After all the angst lately, it was certainly needed as a nice change of pace.

[subdee]

Would you happen to know which hxh adaptation is closer to the manga?

Wow, what a question...

The short version is the 1999 anime adds things that weren't originally in the manga, because in 1999, only the first five volumes of the manga had been published (until the middle of the Heaven's Arena arc). So, in order to not get ahead of the existing manga, the 1999 anime adds some filler episodes and character details to the first two arcs that aren't in the manga, as well as being slower paced in the beginning overall.

On the other hand, in order to reach the parts of the manga that had never been animated (since the 1999 anime stops in the middle of the York New arc, and even the dubious-quality OVAs that came out later only go part of the way into Greed Island), the 2011 anime skips some things that were originally in the manga in order to streamline the story. It also has a more childish vibe in the beginning than either the 1999 anime or the manga - the original air time was 10am on Sunday mornings - with some gore censored and a brighter, more childish color scheme.

Overall, both adaptations are good and faithful and you should watch both...XD. If you've never watched the anime or read the manga before, the typical advice is to watch the first episode of the 1999 anime, which has Kite, an important character who really shouldn't have been cut from the 2011 anime, and then go to the 2011 anime since it includes more of the story. It's more or less a Full Metal Alchemist (2003) vs Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood situation.

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Now that I said that, I actually prefer the 1999 anime for the slower pace in the beginning... I also think the 1999 anime is better directed with more interesting shots, a moodier colorscheme and better, more detailed backgrounds. There's also some darker parts that capture the vibe of the manga, even if they are not literally in the manga. (Mito sitting alone at the bar day-drinking after Gon leaves the island is the example here.)

What they added in the 1999 anime is mostly character development and gags and it's mostly good (except for the parts that are bad... XD) and I just vibe with it more. I think the 2011 anime is rushed in the Hunter Exam arc and kind of perfunctory - just hitting all the plot points of the story to get to the next plot point - so it takes a little longer to hook you. Like in the 1999 anime, I remember being sold by episode 11, but the 2011 anime took until about episode 30.

Overall though, they're both pretty faithful adaptions. The people who made these were fans. Maybe the 2011 anime is slightly closer though.

[cyclicalaberration]

Unrecorded Histories

Eret is a historian. The server changes so fast that events get forgotten in less than two months sometimes, so trying to preserve it was crucial. Historians are few and far between nowadays, griefing and abandonment and time decaying all documents.

They have only known one other, but he is highly specialized, knowing more about the wastelands of 2B2T than any has cared to know in decades, as the warzone was under constant change.

Recording history is hard on many servers, but it feels that the SMP is harder to record than most. Few people remember more than a decade back, and most information is lost faster than that with the amount of times old builds have been griefed. Eret has been around a long time, and they are still learning new things.

It’s ironic that the one dedicated to preserving history cannot remember their own.

They remember a city of four, they remember white eyes. They remember the smell of spruce wood, coal dust and ozone. They remember the squelch of netherrack, redstone particles, gold. They have always hidden their eyes. They didn’t use to hide their eyes. Conflicting accounts. They remember thunderstorms.

They remember being loved, they remember dancing. They remember singing, and spinning, and laughing. They do not remember more from before the SMP.

They have no problem remembering the smp, the horrors, the hurt. They have no problem remembering the torment. They do not remember the life they led before.

They sit upon the pedestal in their castle, staring as the redstone particles dance. They and Foolish have been searching for weeks, to no avail. They don’t remember. The netherrack is warm beneath them, and it pulses every once in a while. They don’t remember. They don’t even know what they are.

Their glasses sit in front of them. They stare at their reflection, blank white eyes staring back at them. Nobody reacts well to their eyes, only Foolish. Decay creeps up their fingers again, the withering lingering as their hands, their cheekbones, their chest, burn. They have never died to a wither, but they have the lingering effects of one who’s withered a thousand times over. Their joints creak and they massage their hands.

They don’t even know what they are. A hybrid, certainly, but they don’t know what their other half is.

“Okay, now he’s just Herobrine,” echoes through their head, Philza’s first reaction upon seeing their eyes. They can’t shake that name.

They shove their glasses on their face with shaky hands, gloves hiding their ashen fingertips, and clip their cape on, gold clasp gleaming with the crest of their kingdom, a kingdom near dissolved. Their crown sits unworn. They don’t need it where they’re going.

“Eret! Old pal! What brings you to my temple?” Foolish drops the sandstone he was moving, turning to face them, rows of teeth betraying nothing but excitement, emerald eyes shining. The gold beacon on his pyramid spins, and Eret takes a deep breath.

“Hey Foolish.” Foolish’s face falls, and he shrinks down so they’re the same height,

“The withering bothering you again?” Eret nods. There was no point in denying it, the ash was creeping out from under their glasses. They massage their hands again, ignoring the burning in the middle of their chest, the pain where their glasses press on the withering skin, but that wasn’t why they’re here.

“That’s not why I’m here. I just-.” They flinch as another bolt of pain shoots through them, but this time it doesn’t fade. Their face burns and itches and screams in agony, and when it pulses again, they bite their tongue so hard it bleeds, the taste of iron filling their mouth. They’re blind with pain. Their eyes burn, their face burns, their hands burn. They try and speak and they start to cough, each cough sending more pain shooting through their body.

They are sitting down when they can think again. They don’t know when that happened. They can see again shortly after, unimpeded by sunglasses. Foolish is crouched in front of them.

“Old pal, that isn’t phantom pain! That’s active withering! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Withering- usually isn’t that bad.”

“Withering- Withering has a lot of long term consequences! In most mortals, repeated withering can cause cataracts, loss of joint function, temporary paralysis, night terrors, insomnia- Eret, how many withers have you fought recently?”

“I don’t remember- twelve? Maybe? Twelve I’ve used for beacons.” Foolish’s jaw goes slack, and another, smaller, spasm of pain shoots through them.

“Have you properly- of course you haven’t. Foolish, foolish, of course they were gonna be rediscovered-”

“What are you talking about?” Eret looks up at him, trying to climb to their feet on shaking legs. Foolish offers them a hand and they take it, leaning on him.

“Remember when I mentioned the wither cult? We tried to stop it from happening again, destroyed all information we could get our hands on. We were young and stupid, and of course it’d be rediscovered in this area. Lets see if I have the stuff to take care of this-” Foolish’s hand hovers just over Eret’s ashy cheek, just under their eyes- “You just stay here, I have to look for my supplies.” Foolish helps them to sit on the tail of his snake statue, and starts to dig through his chests, muttering quietly.

“There’s not much I can do to keep it away until the withering retreats, but this should make it hurt less, and send it away faster.” Foolish pulls out a tube of what looks like homemade burn cream, but darker, and wipes it over their face, letting them massage it into their hands. “Is there any other decay I should know about?”

Eret nods, dropping their cape and gesturing towards their back. Foolish hisses.

“How long?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Drink this.” He hands them an instant health potion, and then a glass of milk. “Can I help you with this?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, you really outdid yourself old pal. I thought you might’ve learned your lesson, but you really haven’t changed that much.”

Eret smiles, and Foolish stands up and steps back, handing them back their cape. “I have another potion after this, but until the decay decreases, I don’t think there’s much more we can do. So let’s get to the bottom of this memory loss then.”

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Herobrine is a god. He is a god with empty eyes. He is a god who floats. He is a god who builds. He is a god of fear. He is older than the nether. He saw wither skeletons with their flesh still tied to their charred bones. He saw the river that flowed through the soulsand valleys. He saw the nether in its prime. He is older than Prime. He is older than XD.

He strips trees of their leaves, leaving them twisting, skeletal husks in the dead of summer. He is a mischievous god, a vindictive god, an evil god, a god of chaos. He saw the monuments when they still saw the sun, unflooded and unguarded, still worshipped at. He saw the temples worshipped at, he saw the mine shafts dug. He saw the fortresses built, the strongholds the last ditch effort to avoid the devastation.

He is older than the end.

He is old, and he got bored. And boredom makes gods antsy, makes them stressed, makes them bored. Bored gods are dangerous gods. And Herobrine had been bored for centuries. So it was to be expected that upon his first contact with another being, he caused mischief. He was a bit vindictive, perhaps.

But Steve grew used to him, and Alex grew exasperated, and he grew fond of the adventurers. He couldn’t scare them any longer, and eventually they grew fond of him as well.

Eventually, in their travels, they set up a base. And he built. Alex and Steve would hunt, farm, explore, mine, but he would build. He built cities, villages. And sometimes, sometimes he would strip forests of their leaves, but only if he was extremely, extremely bored.

Finding a child in the nether was the strangest event in a few centuries, but that didn’t say much. Finding a godling was.

He named it Eret. Alex was confused, Steve was adoring, Herobrine would die for them.

Eret grew slowly, as godlings tend to do. They were smart, and fast, and at some point they set out, exploring new areas of the world, and they returned, a totem of death in tow. Eret and Foolish, as he had been named, were close. They were ever so close, and ever so chaotic. Herobrine laughed, when the angel of Death visited to tell him that his kid was interfering with the Blood God’s business.

Alex was less amused. Steve found the whole thing rather endearing.

Eret was home for a while, telling them about a time traveller they met, when they were summoned. They were there, and then they were not, and he had no idea where they went. Steve said they’d be fine, Alex sent out letters to everyone they could think of, and Herobrine sent a letter to Foolish.

Foolish sent him back a letter, saying they were fine, saying they were alive, in a land of XD’s making, a land where he had no power. He didn’t know it would affect their memory.

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Eret shakes their head, the sand hot against their skin, in shock.

“I- I don’t remember. I’m so sorry, Foolish.”

“You will. In time, you will, I promise. We will figure this out together, old pal, on my word, I will help you. And if you don’t remember, we’ll make new ones. Now,” Foolish slides a disc into his jukebox and bows to them, extending one hand. “Let’s start here. May I have this dance?”