I’m sure Dumat being defeated the same year andraste was born means nothing
I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact that andrastes mother was part of a tribe who helped the grey wardens fight and defeat dumat the same year she was born, meaning that she could have been a fetus affected by the taint in the proximity of a dying arch demon
And the fact that nobody knows which grey warden killed dumat, as seven wardens died from injuries from his death throes, and therefore we cannot actually identify a warden who absorbed his soul, means nothing
And I’m sure it is a complete coincidence that andraste had dreams and visions of the being later referred to as the maker her whole life, and behaved strangely, talking about hearing lost voices and seeing strange auras. That absolutely doesn’t sound like anyone else we know
Over 6 years ago, Technoblade and Etoiles played together on United UHC. Although they never got to meet each other on the QSMP, it's nice to see that they already had some nice banter and a fun dynamic developing during the brief time they knew each other. Here are some highlights from the video where they played together!
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Technoblade: Bonjour, mis amis! (Hello, my friends!) Oh god, we already have a zombie on us. No! It's targeting me 'cuz I have subs!
Etoiles: Excellent teammates.
Technoblade: Do trees spawn in these worlds?
Etoiles: [Laughing at a screenshot of Technoblade saying "deforestation has gotten pretty bad"]
Technoblade: It's gotten pretty bad, man. What is this?
Etoiles: B-bonjour.
Technoblade: Stop speakin' Chinese.
Etoiles: You're the best Skywars player, dude. That's why.
Technoblade: That doesn't mean much.
Technoblade: Oh my god, I found diamonds!
Etoiles: Oh, whoa.
Technoblade: Subscribe to Technoblade! I'm suddenly a UHC god.
Etoiles: Oh, I got diamonds too! :D
Technoblade: ...Wow, way to ruin my moment. Wow. Can I just have this one moment?
Etoiles: Yeah.
Technoblade: Does everything- does everything need to be a competition? First diamonds I've ever mined in Minecraft.
Etoiles: Let's redo it, Techno. Let's say I don't have diamonds. I don't have diamonds, you have-
Teammate: I found diamonds!
Technoblade: Oh my god.
Technoblade: I have seven diamonds! And I'm not saying that to one-up you, but- I mean I am, but I mean I'm- I'm also tellin' the truth.
Teammate: Nobody knows which one of you guys is the mole.
Technoblade: Yeah, that's gonna be very awkward.
Etoiles: Maybe Technoblade is already-
Technoblade: I'm right behind you.
Etoiles: Technoblade is already saying to his friend-
Technoblade: I'm already in the Mole chat, plannin' your death.
Etoiles: Like, I'm kind of scared of Technoblade, actually.
Technoblade: I'm not even good, why would you be scared of me?
Etoiles: Because you're the King of Bedwars.
Technoblade: Alright, ok, ok, so here's how it works- I get paid per episode, right? So I'm not gonna betray you on Episode 2.
Etoiles: [Laughs]
Technoblade: Now let me enchant.
Etoiles: I'm so bad at hearing sound because when I'm hearing lava-
Technoblade: Nah, it's 'cuz the sounds are in French, isn't it?
So I went to my room to grab sticky notes to leave my roommate a reminder on the dryer but then I saw my week old mug on my nightstand so I went to put it away and then when I was in the kitchen I realized there's no room for it in the cabinet and now I'm measuring the wall for shelving units.
Which, yeah, it is that. It's definitely that. But it's also this series of texts I sent to my friend this morning:
@suzukiblu was talking bout Kon as a magical girl protagonist a couple days ago and i blacked out and when i woke up i had this. Just a WIP cause i'm sick of redrawing that one hand. the other one came out so nice but this problem child makes me want to die.
Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...
howdy! for a drabble prompt how about something like, victor/hop where one has to be fiercely protective of the other? (say, a wild pokemon encounter gets out of hand or...)
Victor’s walking toward Challenge Road when it happens. He knows there are plenty of wild Pokémon happy to attack passersby during any weather, yet he’s still caught off-guard when a Bisharp charges at him from behind.
The battle cry rings in his ears and when he turns around, he’s met with sharp blades ready to strike. He can barely shout a command to Sylveon or switch to a different Pokémon. The blow of the attack throws him right into the stairs and he yelps as the edges of the steps dig into his back.
He’s frozen in place as the blade points threateningly at his face.
But that’s when fear melts into a blend of admiration and worry alike.
“Get away from him!” an oh-so-familiar voice yells.
And Victor watches as Hop charges directly into the wild Bisharp, hitting it with his own body to knock it aside, and Dubwool eagerly helping with its Double-Edge.
Hop stands in front of Victor like a shield, Pokéball in hand to switch out. “Go, Cinderace! Hit it with your Pyro Ball!”
With the type advantage on his side, he fends off the wild Bisharp with ease. Though rather than celebrate the win, he rushes to kneel next to Victor.
Grim determination — an expression that’s burned into Victor’s mind ever since their battle at the Champion Cup — makes way for worried frown. “Victor! It didn’t cut you, did it? Let me check you for injuries!”
But the only response Victor can think of is to grab Hop by the collar of his jacket and shout, “You idiot! What were you thinking?!”
“I just saved your butt!” Hop shouts right back. “And you’re probably hurt, so let me tend to you already!”
Victor really wants to argue — because really! What was he thinking? — but his body has to betray him by wincing in pain. “Ugh, fine.”
He slips out of his dojo jacket and loosens the zipper of his binder for ease of breath, at the same time allowing Hop to lift his shirt to examine his back for any obvious signs of injury and patch up the scratches on his arms and legs.
Victor is mad. He really is. But the Butterfree that go wild in his belly again at Hop’s gentle, caring touch make it tough to stay mad. And, okay, maybe Hop going reckless protector mode for him made him fall in love even more than he already was.
Still, though… he’s miffed. Feelings don’t always make sense.
Finally, Hop is satisfied with his work and he fixes Victor’s t-shirt before putting away the first aid kit. Softly, he says, “I did the best I could, but I’m just a Professor’s apprentice, not a Doctor. So you should go back to the Dojo and have someone check you more thoroughly as soon as possible.”
Victor groans. “But I have training to do!”
“Nuh uh, training can wait. Health is more important,” Hop argues. “You’re the Champion of Galar, it’s no good if you end up out of commission because you thought you could tough it out.”
“If health is so important, then why did you charge in like that? You could’ve got hurt!”
“I didn’t think, okay?” Hop says. “I saw that Bisharp attacking you and heard your cry and all I knew was I had to make sure you’re safe. There was no time to think before acting.”
“You keep doing that, Hop. Charging ahead recklessly and rushing off before I have a chance to say something or help you. It can get a bit frustrating, you know?” Victor says. Softly, he adds, “I worry about you and I don't want you to get yourself hurt for my sake. I want you to be safe, too.”
“Sorry about that, Victor,” Hop says. “Sonia reproached me for that too, but I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when something or someone I really care about is in danger.”
“Just, promise you’ll be careful, okay? Or else I’ll charge in and protect you, because I really care about you too.”
A smile blooms on Hop’s face as he squeezes Victor’s hand in affirmation of the promise. “Heh heh, it makes me really happy we always have each other’s back.”
Victor feels like a firework lights up in his heart.
(ooc: the following was drafted a week or so ago, maybe, and has been slightly tweaked to reflect blog canon! It has also been cut in half, for the purpose of receiving audience interaction/response :3c I am taking some liberties here. Enjoy, and thank you for giving me a funny ask to reply to with it!)
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Kim comes into existence again with a whimper, at first simply ashamed by her demise, with a linger ache- but the sound rapidly progresses to a pained shriek, a response to the state she was entering the world in- lines of code flashing wildly and flying by as they attempted to snap themselves into shape, giving her form. It was a painful, messy thing- and not something she'd experienced before, to know if something was amiss. When the code settles, she stumbles forward while clutching her sides, gasping for breath as she tries to orient herself. She fumbles around, gripping at her chest and her hair- no holes, no burns....
Did I... Did I just die? The question echoes out around her, despite having thought it- it makes her jump, a little, looking around wildly with a spin. All that surrounds her is nothing- nothing presented as dark void and a small circle of white beneath her feet, which moved along with her. Kim tries her best not to freak out, but she knows her face must be a sight, tears already coming to the corners of her eyes.
No. No, no, no! I can't- things were going so well for once, and I just- FUCK!
Kim falls to her knees, punching at the "ground" as she grits her teeth.
How the FUCK did I let this happen?! No goddamn snacks on hand- FUCK! You're such a FUCKING IDIOT, Kimberly!
Angry tears start to stream down her face as she continues her punching, vision blurring rather quickly. She doesn't stop until her arms are tired and the sides of her hands are throbbing and red, shakey as she painfully uncurls her fingers.
... God, what are they all gonna think of me? What's Ramona gonna think of me? I couldn't even get passed the first one...
Her breath hitches with the familiar hiccup of a sob wanting to start, and Kim slams a hand over her mouth as she clenches her eyes tight, trying to calm herself. It takes several minutes before she can rise to her feet, a little unsteady, but the tears keep coming even after she's wiped them away a good three or four times. She supposes its a reasonable reaction to her own demise, so she stops trying to get rid of them, grimacing as they drip down her face.
She turns, expecting to see nothing, but ends up surprised- before her, hovering in massive text up above, reads: GAME OVER! She blinks at it for a moment, confused, as it does a sort of fading blink, then begins scaling down, until each letter is maybe the size of her head. The letters pulse gently before the exclamation point fades out, and below the text, two boxes fade in instead. To the left the box is labeled "RESTART," and to the right, "LOAD SAVE."
I don't know if you're going to answer this but, Vigilante Tiso, is this an AU of yours? If so, I'm curious about the context of this concept!
Yep! Vigilante Tiso is one of my older and blog popular AU’s for Hollow Knight (based on poll results)
Originally, it started as a joke about Tiso being in Hallownest early just to take the piss out of PK and Lurien, but slowly developed into a more complicated story about Tiso being Xero and Markoth’s son (Xero biologically and Markoth via marrying into the family) as Tiso moved to Hallownest much earlier - eventually putting his distaste for the royalty into become the cities Vigilante that continued through the Infection Outbreak and in-game events. Instead of an arrogant ant that dies in the Colosseum, he’s a hot headed ant that’s been trying to protect survivors of a dying kingdom whilst wanting a solution and is willing to die for it.
A lot of it focuses more on the character relationships as they change and are affected by the story events - particularly with a small family being torn apart as simple mortals in a gods war.
it is baffling to me that ppl keep insisting "if its not sprite then what IS it tho?" and seemingly do not...retain the recipes that are being shared. like you dont have to memorize them its just repeatedly "is lemonade not sprite though? how is it not sprite?"
"its lemon juice, water, and sugar"
"is it not the same as sprite?" no we just told u. does that sound like sprite to you. does sprite give you the vibe of juicing some lemons on a hot summer day? the lemonade version closest to Sprite over here, in terms of Being Lemonade, is still Notably Different from sprite, or any other soda, is probably Minute Maid, a highly processed branded lemonade that you can occasionally get from soda fountains (DESPITE! NOT BEING CARBONATED! similar to how they somehow dispense iced or sweet tea from soda fountains) it sometimes comes in a can or 2L bottle similar to soda, in the soda isle. and its Not Soda. its not Carbonated. its Trying To Pretend So Hard To Be Real Lemonade. it tastes like lemonade thats a bit sad. it is far more lemonade than SPRITE will ever be. if yall were simply insisting that lemonade is carbonated, that it was like, fizzy minute maid, that would be less offensive than calling sprite lemonade. which is Insane. good god.
Ramblings abt what I think the tadc cast looked like as humans
these aren’t like super concrete and I have more ideas for some than others but I wanted to get it out there
Pomni
- short
- I go back and forth on if I want her to be skinny or chubby/fat but I do know that she’s relatively flat chested either way.
- I see a couple humanizations that make her Filipino and i think that’s a rlly neat hc so I’m thinking I’m making her Filipino too
- Has moles/freckles and sharp canines
- probably wears glasses
- haven’t decided on a name yet but I’m thinking either Penny ( with her full name being Penelope ) or Polly
Ragatha
- has a glass eye ( mimics her button eye in her digital circus form )
- tons of freckles
- average height
- chubby
- haven’t decided on a concrete body type
- I feel like her name would be Ann/Annie/Annabelle
- I like to think she worked at a craft store ( think Jo Ann’s fabric ) before ending up in the digital circus
Gangle
- really fucking tall
- kinda scrawny too
- has bad posture
- long hair that she almost always has in a braid/s or ponytail bc she doesn’t rlly know how to properly take care of her hair but doesn’t wanna cut it either. It’s a bit greasy but it’s not too bad
- was a freelance artist before joining the circus
Zooble
- has a prosthetic leg
- bc they were canonically a tattoo artist before ending up in the circus I think they have a bunch of tattoos
- definitely has a couple of piercings too ( possibly was into heavier body modification too )
- dyes their hair a lot so their hair is dry/fried from it
Kinger
- ik a lot of ppl see him as like a scrunkly old man but tbh he isn’t rlly that old ( like he’s late 40s ) and it’d be rlly funny if he was like some insanely hot dude that you wouldn’t expect to be in his late 40s but rather like in his 30s
- tbh I don’t have much outside of that lol
- go white boy go
Jax
- tall ( shorter than gangle )
- scrawny
- has acne/acne scars
- honestly I think he’d be unconventionally attractive in a “ I can fix him “ way
- commissioned Gangle/Angelica before he ended up in the circus ( definitely was some kind of big boobied anime girl art or some weird shit )