#You are missing the point

[the-storm-chaser]

The description wasn't what the monk had expected. An amalgamation...to look like a teifling? While she did look very lost...she still nodded along, glancing to the side once in a while as she tried to picture him...admittedly as if a child had been instructed to think of such a thing

Meanwhile, the second part brought her attention to the other, looking more puzzled than shocked.

'Only two? The cult spent all this time....and made two? What in the hells were they trying to achieve, because they clearly failed, no?' She blinked a couple of times, then holding her chin in thought.

She had a point, no?

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"I owed you this dinner for way too long. Have a seat."

[s0ckh3adstudios]

everytime someone portrays Airy as evil an angel loses its wings /ref

[thestuffedalligator]

The thing was a mound of flesh and mottled skin, as big as a barn and the shape of a pumpkin. Four tentacles as thick as trees hung limp at its sides; teeth ringed the gaping mouth at the top of its head like a crown.

A huge, sad whale eye the colour of wine stared at the knight. She could see her reflection in the jelly surface.

“We don’t know what it is,” she heard. “Some kind of monster that makes a perfect copy of whatever it eats. They think that was how the Dark Lord made his armies, feeding his minions to it so that it would make hundreds of copies of them. Do you recognize it?”

The knight opened her mouth. She hesitated. “Yeah,” she murmured, drawing out the word. “We found it in the Dark Lord’s tower, right?”

“That’s right. That’s where it ate you.”

The knight turned around and looked at her other reflection. This one appeared to be about ten years older, and had doffed her armor for a loose blue tunic and breeches.

She was holding a cup of tea. She had pressed another cup into the knight’s hand when she woke up here. It had been a shock finding herself suddenly out the obsidian dungeons of the Dark Lord’s tower and into this tall room of stone and straw. The warmth of it in her hands steadied her a bit.

“Everyone else in the party was worried, but then it started making copies of you,” the copy went on, staring up at the tentacled thing. “And all of the copies helped fight against the Dark Lord, and we won, and peace was restored across the land, but then nobody could figure out how to kill the damn thing or just to make it stop. Dozens of copies of us in a day, hundreds in a week, and then someone decided that the only thing we could do is just bring the thing here, seal it off and hope it starved to death.”

She sipped her tea. “Anyways, that was two-hundred years ago and it’s slowed down a bit. It can only make a new copy of us every few weeks now.”

The knight looked down into her tea. The copy had also draped a blanket over her shoulders.

“I have so many questions,” she said.

“I figured.”

“How can it be two-hundred years? I can still remember breaking into the tower. That feels like it was just minutes ago.”

“It was, basically. Your brain is a perfect copy of the original you’s brain at the exact moment she was eaten.”

“But the quest is just — done?”

“Yep. You missed some of the things that needed tying up afterward. There was a war, and a dragon, and some business about a ring.” She waved a hand. “It was before my time. Things are pretty settled now.”

“My parents?”

“Passed away about a hundred-and-fifty years ago. I’ve been told that they were very proud.”

The knight nodded. “Um. I don’t know if you know — we had an elf in our party—”

“I’m aware.”

“I — right. Obviously. Um. It’s just, after everything was done, I was going to ask her—”

“One of us did. She said yes. She outlived her. A couple of us have tried to reach out since then, but she wants to be left alone for a while.”

The knight considered this. “Uh — right,” she said eventually. Her fingers tightened around the tea cup. “Um. What do I do now?”

Her older copy shrugged. She had let her hair grow out again, the knight noticed. There were a few strands of grey against the black. “That’s up to you, I’m afraid,” she said. “A lot of us are finding work as soldiers and sellswords. We’ve done it for so long that most armies know we’re reliable and don’t tend to turn one of us away. Most of us are just sort of spreading out, wandering the world. Some of us keep in touch.”

The knight frowned. “What do you do?”

Her copy paused, tea cup half raised to her lips. “Sorry?”

“You said it only makes a new copy every few weeks now. So you just stay here and wait for a new one to show up?”

She lowered the cup. “Well,” she said. “I guess I just — I know what it can be like, waking up here in the dark, and it — it can be horrible trying to figure all of this out on your own.

“So I thought that what I’d do is just stay here with a pot of tea, and whenever I see myself again, I tell her that — that she’s not alone.”

“We aren’t?”

“Of course not. We’re all in this together, you know.”

[fluffypotatey]

playing part 2 in defending a draft i don't even like

[xamitras]

For many of years I had this tradition of drawing Wirt and the beast once a year to see how much I have improved, then depression hit in 2023 and couldn't continue, but it left so really amazing art in the process

[sinkfood]

did you know there aren't any god-like powers of indigestion

[daftmooncretin]

armand and louis are like that couple that have a baby to save their marriage but instead of having a baby they emotionally torture an old man that they both kind of want to fuck

[reticent-vampire]

Interview with the Vampire 2.04

[katsinspats]

Tragic: Guy you based your entire villain backstory on doesn't even remember you

[phantom-kiwi]

Venom 3 spoiler warning but like

"Ride me cowboy", "we've been together for a year?", "Sometimes I think we would've been happier you and I living a life like this", them calling each other Thelma and Louise? Them talking about future plans and the camera directly cutting and staying on literal happy newlyweds?? "BUT I NEED HIM BACK" ???? A montage of their time together???? Hello ??? Symbrock nation can you hear me !!!!

[childrenofthesun77]

Sorry, but I'm in my mid 20's at this point and people coming at me with "but fanfictions can fix this!" sounds kind of stupid to me?

Fanfictions are great! But how does it solve the problems I have with the canon text exactly? It's like comparing apples and oranges. It's not the same!

[oobbbear]

This took me an embarrassing amount of time but guess what it’s finished

[wingsofahoneybee]

where all your dreams come true !

(redraw of this fantasy costco garf i drew in 2022)

[k-meanzzz-better]

Finally! I drew them! They're spending quality time together: working and Scout…is just doing his own things…

Damn, it was HARD to draw background, when you don't know how…I should practise more

I hope you liked it ;3

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Scout is smitten with them… I can understand ya about Miss Pauling, buddy. She's amazing!!!💕

[carlandrea]

The reason Animorphs works as a deconstruction of the kid hero archetype is that it comes at it from a place of respect for the genre, and for the children reading it.

It never denies the kids agency, because it is a book for children, who want to read about children being given agency. Animorphs doesn't treat its child soldiers as victims the way a story aimed at adults would. They are full agents within the story who make moral choices. The fact that they are children is treated as a tragedy, but it's not treated as something that absolves them of any responsibility.

It plays by the rules. These kids are the only people who can save the world. They cannot trust the adults in their lives. It just takes that story—the story it's telling—seriously.

The message of animorphs isn't actually of "isn't it fucked up that this book I read when I was a kid sent a twelve year old on an adventure" it just uses its take on the kid hero genre to get across the actual message, which is War Is Hell

[kithmet]

buddie divorce arc is so beautiful to me because they are both saying absolutely crazy shit they do not mean simply as a coping mechanism for how hard they are about to crash out without each other. “no ties here” / “everything that matters is in texas” / “i’m not an abandoner” / “i don’t need you either” / “you’re making it about you again”. this is real, nuanced, complex conflict they’re having. they are acting like real people too. no one is perfect. there are no sides to be chosen. both are acting and reacting. buck is being snide and petty, eddie is yelling at him because he can’t handle that. and everything is a mess. and it’s all simply because they love each other, they are not emotionally equipped to deal with this being their circumstance. and one big grand gesture at the end melts all that fight away for good because—yes, eddie, buck really would do that for you, even if he went about it in the most buck way possible. he loves you that much. i love buddie. we are so lucky to get to watch this unfold together