#end story

[nirahsaooc]

Some end story screenshots I took of Diablo 4 below the Read More due to the spoilery nature of them.

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[chauraha]

"**The End of Hogswarth: A Chaotic Comedy of Errors**  

*With Bumblee as the Antihero, Discworld’s Finest as the Bumbling Cast, Three Witches, and a Crowd Gone Mad*

Once upon a time, in the enchanted kingdom of Hogswarth, where nothing ever made much sense, a great disruption descended upon its hallowed halls. The kingdom was built on bird-song, enchanted scrolls, and an endless river of cats doing unmentionably cute things. The wizards, witches, and technical sorcerers of Hogswarth moved in delicate chaos, working on things no one understood, and talking about things that didn’t really matter. 

But then, *He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named*—the one they called *Bumblee*—entered the kingdom. And when Bumblee arrived, Hogswarth’s delicate equilibrium shattered like an ill-cast spell.

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### Chapter 1: **Bumblee Arrives, and Everything Immediately Goes Wrong**

It began with a loud clang as the doors of Hogswarth burst open, and Bumblee strode in with the confidence of a wizard who had once seen a spell work by accident. His eyes gleamed with excitement—or was it madness?—and he looked around at the bustling crowd of wizards and witches who were, at that very moment, desperately trying to look useful.

"Right!" Bumblee announced, cracking his knuckles in the most *un*wizard-like manner. "Time for some... change."

And that was when the panic began. 

At the first sign of Bumblee's gaze landing on someone, the crowd erupted into chaos. Wizards who had spent their careers quietly mumbling incantations in dark corners suddenly began running about, summoning spells no one had asked for. One wizard conjured a flock of enchanted owls, hoping to prove his usefulness by showing off his "avian messaging system." The owls, however, had other plans, and immediately began dive-bombing the nearest enchanted espresso machine.

"You!" Bumblee shouted, pointing to a jittery man standing by the now-collapsing espresso machine. "What do you do?"

The man gulped, sweat pouring down his face. "I—I manage the Glitter and Sparkle Division! We ensure that every spell is... um... visually pleasing?"

"Fired!" Bumblee declared, waving him off. "We don't need sparkle. We need... action!"

Pandemonium erupted. Wizards began tossing out random spells and enchantments in the hopes of proving their worth. A puff of pink smoke filled the hall as a particularly desperate sorceress tried to enchant her own resume into Bumblee’s hands. Instead, it turned into a frog, which promptly hopped onto his foot.

"I don't have time for frogs!" Bumblee bellowed, kicking the poor amphibian into a corner.

A chorus of gasps echoed through the hall as a voice from the shadows murmured, “Ah, yes. The chaos begins.”

It was Lord Vetinari, perched on a high balcony, watching the scene unfold with his usual calm detachment. “Interesting. He’s either going to burn this place down or… no, just burn it down.”

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### Chapter 2: **Rincewind and the Maddening Orb of Doom**

Down in the depths of the castle, Rincewind, Hogswarth's most nervous wizard, was frantically trying to manage the Orb of Continuity, the magical artifact that kept the entire kingdom's enchantments from imploding. The orb was glowing an ominous red, pulsing with each new catastrophic decision Bumblee made.

"Oh no," Rincewind muttered, pacing in tight circles. "Oh no no no no no..."

The crowd upstairs had begun to stampede in a rush to avoid being the next one sacked, their magical outbursts causing tremors that reverberated down to Rincewind’s lab. A particularly loud *thud* from the floor above caused a puff of dust to rain down, making Rincewind jump.

His hands trembled as he poked the orb with his wand. The red glow intensified, and a loud, echoing hum filled the chamber.

*Boom!* Another explosion from upstairs. This time, it was a crystal ball full of angry tweets from wizards who’d just been fired. Rincewind jumped again, nearly losing his hat.

"HELP!" Rincewind yelled, not really expecting help to arrive.

Sure enough, the Librarian, Hogswarth’s stoic orangutan and IT savior, appeared silently at his side. Without a word, the Librarian thumped the orb with his massive, hairy fist. The glow dimmed, and the hum faded.

"Oook," the Librarian grunted, rolling his eyes at Rincewind.

"Thanks," Rincewind wheezed. "You know, one of these days, I’m just going to pack up and run."

"Oook," replied the Librarian, which Rincewind took to mean *You’ve been saying that for years.*

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### Chapter 3: **Moist von Lipwig Spins the Chaos**

Meanwhile, in the Grand Hall of Deception—also known as the PR Department—Moist von Lipwig was in his element. Watching the panic and madness unfold around him, Moist knew one thing for certain: if ever there was a time to spin a disaster into a glorious success, this was it.

"People of Hogswarth!" Moist bellowed, addressing the magical floating mirrors that broadcast his face across the kingdom. "Fear not! This is not chaos—it’s *progress!* Bumblee is leading us into a bold new era!"

Behind him, Bumblee could be seen clambering atop a stack of magical scrolls, waving a rusty sword like an overly enthusiastic squire who’d just been handed his first piece of armor. Sparks flew from a severed orb cable, and several wizards fled from the scene in sheer terror.

Moist smiled through gritted teeth. "As you can see, everything is perfectly under control."

A particularly loud crash from Bumblee’s direction caused Moist’s eye to twitch.

"Just a minor... adjustment!"

Vetinari, watching from his perch, raised an eyebrow. "Dishonest honesty. He does it well."

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### Chapter 4: **The Witches and Their Prophecy**

Far above the castle, atop a tower where no sane wizard would dare venture, three witches stood around a cauldron, cackling madly. Their wild hair whipped about in the wind as they peered into the swirling depths of the brew.

"When shall we three meet again?" asked the first witch, her voice full of glee.

"When Bumblee’s plans fall apart, and Hogswarth doth strain!" replied the second, grinning a wicked grin.

The third witch, who had a bit more sense than the other two, squinted into the cauldron. "I see chaos… and cats. Lots of cats. And… ooh, sherry! We’ll need sherry for this."

Their cackles echoed across the night sky, mingling with the sounds of Hogswarth’s desperate employees scrambling for their jobs.

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### Chapter 5: **Bumblee’s Sword of Disaster**

Down in the depths of Hogswarth, Bumblee had gotten his hands on a rusty sword (where he found it, no one knew, nor dared to ask). He was now using it to "fix" things. Specifically, he was using it to prod at the kingdom’s magical orbs that powered *everything.*

"How hard can it be?" Bumblee muttered, jabbing the sword into a particularly important-looking orb. "I’ve done bigger stuff than this."

With each poke, sparks flew, and the orb groaned ominously. Bumblee took this as a good sign and kept jabbing.

In the background, wizards fled as columns of smoke began to rise. The few who hadn’t yet been fired were frantically throwing spells at random objects, trying to prove their worth.

"Look, I can summon a pigeon!" one wizard cried, as a flock of angry birds erupted from his wand.

Another wizard, who had somehow conjured a rain of sausages, looked in confusion at his wand. "That’s not supposed to happen..."

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### Chapter 6: **Nanny Ogg Tweets the Kingdom into Madness**

While all this unfolded, Nanny Ogg had taken control of the kingdom’s enchanted messaging system. From her perch in the Great Hall, she tapped furiously at the magical interface, sending out absurd messages to the kingdom at large.

> “Aye, me lovelies! If yer spells are a bit wonky, just give ’em a good smack! #HedgehogsRule #Bumblee’sMuckingThingsUp #JustAddSherry”

Her bizarre and rambling messages quickly spread across Hogswarth, and before long, the entire kingdom was buzzing with confused excitement. Everyone was retweeting her nonsense, despite not understanding a single word of it.

"Good fun, this," Nanny said with a wink, taking a swig of sherry. "Chaos keeps things interesting!"

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### Chapter 7: **The Glorious Collapse (But Hogswarth Still Stands?)**

In the heart of the chaos, Bumblee stood triumphantly atop a pile of magical scrolls, his rusty sword in hand, surveying the wreckage. Smoke rose from broken orbs, wizards fled in every direction, and yet... Hogswarth still stood.

Vetinari appeared beside him, as he always did, calm and unbothered. "Curious, isn’t it?" Vetinari mused.

"What?" Bumblee asked, still jabbing at things with his sword.

"That Hogswarth hasn’t collapsed."

“Exactly!" Bumblee said, misinterpreting completely. "All part of the plan."

Vetinari raised an eyebrow so high it almost reached his hairline. "Yes. I imagine *everything* going wrong was precisely what you intended."

Bumblee, oblivious to the sarcasm, nodded vigorously. "Sometimes, you have to break things to make progress! Tear it all down and rebuild stronger!" He gave the orb another poke with the sword for good measure. Sparks flew, but the orb, stubborn like the rest of Hogswarth, simply sputtered and kept glowing. 

"See?" Bumblee grinned. "Still standing."

Rincewind, who had finally managed to untangle himself from a particularly stubborn set of scrolls, stumbled into the room, wild-eyed and panting. "It’s still running!" he gasped. "I don’t know how, but it is!"

The Librarian, standing beside a smoldering heap of what was once a server cabinet, gave a resigned "Oook" and calmly thumped another malfunctioning orb back into working order. If anyone noticed the fur starting to smolder on his arm, they were smart enough not to mention it.

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### Chapter 8: **The Crowd Goes Wild (Literally)**

Meanwhile, the remaining wizards and witches, still in a blind panic over being the next to lose their jobs, had descended into a full-blown magical riot. One wizard, in his desperation to appear useful, had summoned a small army of rabbits, which now flooded the hallways in a stampede of fluffy chaos. 

"I’m essential!" he shouted, his robes billowing dramatically as he tried to chase down the stampede of bunnies. "You need me!"

Another witch, eyes wide with terror, stood in the center of the Grand Atrium waving her wand wildly. "I can do anything! Potions, spells, transformations! I’ll turn this place into a tea cozy if I have to!"

The crowd surged around her, dodging the flying potions and accidentally transforming bits of furniture into alarmingly large teacups. Someone in the back yelled, "I’ll handle marketing! Look! I can sell anything!" and promptly enchanted a broomstick to sing its own praises in rhyme. The broomstick, unimpressed by its newfound sales pitch, promptly swept him into a corner.

Moist von Lipwig, somehow managing to stay on top of it all, was busy spinning the mayhem into something vaguely resembling order. "This is exactly what Hogswarth needed!" Moist called out, grinning as enchantments crashed down around him. "Bumblee’s shaking things up! Fresh ideas, fresh spells—it's all part of the transformation!"

"That," said Vetinari, who had strolled up beside Moist, "is the most creative use of the word 'transformation' I have ever heard. Truly, you are wasted here."

Moist flashed a grin, one eye twitching. "Survival, my lord. It’s all about survival."

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### Chapter 9: **The Witches' Final Prophecy**

Far above, on the tower where no sane person ventured, the three witches watched the chaos unfold below with gleeful cackles.

"Look at them down there!" cackled the first witch. "Like a cauldron that’s just about to boil over!"

The second witch squinted down at the scene. "Aye, and boil over it shall. I see frogs, rabbits, flying teacups, and... ooh, what's that? Is that a broom trying to sell itself?"

The third witch, who was by far the most practical of the trio, swirled her hand over the cauldron again. "Aye, but still Hogswarth doth stand. Against all odds, against all chaos, the castle remains. They may stumble, they may crumble, but they’ll always bumble." She smiled. "It's written in the stars—or in the magical contract."

The first witch cackled, throwing her hands up to the sky. "What’s next, then? Shall we cackle some more? Or perhaps brew a potion for luck!"

The second witch grinned. "Nay, sister. I think Bumblee needs no help with luck. Chaos, it seems, is his friend."

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### Chapter 10: **The Aftermath**

As the chaos began to settle (or, more accurately, burn itself out), Bumblee stood victorious atop the heap of enchanted scrolls, a wild grin on his face. Smoke wafted from several corners of the castle, but the orb continued to hum along, refusing to collapse, as though Hogswarth itself knew that no matter how many mistakes Bumblee made, it would survive. 

"See?" Bumblee said, wiping soot from his brow. "I told you. Sometimes you’ve got to break a few spells to make progress."

Rincewind, still shaking, stumbled up to Bumblee. "But you broke *everything!*"

"Exactly!" Bumblee said, clapping him on the shoulder, causing Rincewind to jump about five feet into the air. "And yet, here we are! Hogswarth lives on!"

From the shadows, Vetinari watched, smiling his thin, calculating smile. "It appears, against all reason and logic, you’ve managed to not destroy the kingdom." He turned to leave, his robes swirling behind him. "A remarkable feat of incompetence that has somehow achieved... survival."

As Bumblee watched Vetinari disappear into the smoky halls, he puffed out his chest and raised his rusty sword high into the air. "Hogswarth shall rise again!"

In the distance, the faint sound of the witches’ cackles echoed through the night, as Nanny Ogg tweeted out her final message of the day:

> “Well, me lovelies, that’s that! Chaos begets chaos, and chaos keeps us going! #BumbleeBumbledIt #StillStanding #JustAddSherry”

And so, Hogswarth remained. Not exactly *thriving,* but certainly still standing. Through flying teacups, enchanted brooms, bunnies, frogs, and magical scrolls, it endured. Bumblee, having made more mistakes than anyone thought possible, somehow kept the castle together — if only because the castle was too stubborn to collapse under its own chaos.

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### Epilogue: **Hogswarth: The Eternal Bumbling Kingdom**

In the end, Hogswarth didn’t crumble. It didn’t soar to new heights, either. Instead, it bumbled on, just as it always had, a magical kingdom defined by its glorious, incomprehensible madness.

And Bumblee? Well, he remained a hero in his own mind, convinced that breaking everything was just part of the master plan. After all, sometimes chaos isn’t a disaster. Sometimes, it’s just... Hogswarth. 

And in Hogswarth, chaos was the only thing holding it all together.

The End. (Or, as the witches would say, "Not yet. There’s always more chaos to come.")

[valtsv]

i do enjoy "living weapon" characters but specifically living weapons who did in fact do absolutely horrific things which at least a part of them enjoyed and thought was good and right at the time, and that no amount of not knowing any better or guilt they feel in hindsight will ever make up for. i love living weapons who are "irredeemable", and no it's not their fault that they were made that way or pointed in the directions they were by the hand that wielded them, and yes they are victims, but so were their victims. living weapons who some people will never be able to forgive, but who still wake up every day and try to do better than what's expected of them. a sword that uses its blade to cut wheat to make bread for the people who once lived in fear of its arc falling on their heads.

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[ered]

Here’s my take on the whole audio books vs. reading:

Oral tradition of storytelling predates written ones by millennias, and honestly, which one you like is just a personal preference.

The actual difference is

when listening, you have no idea how to write characters’ names

when reading, you have no idea how to pronounce characters’ names

hope this helps!

[nenoname]

Stan Pines' drawings

Plus a Stan drawing of debatable canonicity but I love his signature being a dollar sign

[classycookiexo]

[bastardlybonkers]

i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

[c-rowlesdraws]

Ratatouille would have been a better and potentially much more interesting story if Remy had partnered with Collette instead of Linguini. Two underdogs with talent and passion forced to maintain a dangerous ruse. Fiercely independent Collette giving up temporary control of her body to a creature who, despite the insanity of a rat wanting to cook professionally, she can relate to on a personal level and who she does want to teach. The inner conflict of wondering if Remy’s growing talents are eclipsing her own, if the praise their food is earning belongs more to him than to her. Her guilt over feeling resentment and jealousy towards this little guy who wouldn’t have a hope of realizing his talents if not for her trust and protection. Both of them unraveling the mystery of that sweet but bumbling kitchen boy with the obvious crush on Collette being Gusteau’s secret son, and working together to thwart the new evil owner’s plans to stop Linguini from claiming his birthright. The message of the movie not being this weird, almost smug “some people are born with talent, some people aren’t, and that’s how being a ~great artist~ works”, but something more like, “if you have a dream, you deserve to pursue it, and be supported and encouraged in your pursuit of it, even if other people tell you that, because of some intrinsic aspect of yourself or the circumstances you were born in (like being a human woman in the restaurant industry, or being a literal rat), you have no place pursuing this dream. Also, raw talent can only get you so far, and skill and passion existing in the right balance is key.” I’ve been thinking about this for seventeen years. I’m breaking my silence

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[mischievous-thunder]

And then the two princes saved the world and moved in together to start a new family with their adopted daughter and a dog. The end.

[bamsara]

I think that one thing people fail to understand is that unsolicited literary criticism coming from an online stranger who is reading with no knowledge of what the authors intended goal is, is not going to be received the same as say: the authors beta reader or friends who know what the authors intended goal and has the sufficient knowledge and input to help the author reach that desired outcome.

"But I'm only trying to be helpful" How do I know you have the knowledge and literary skill for you to be able to actaully do that when we don't know each other and you are essentially a stranger to me? Are you applying this criticism based out of personal biased experience and desire to see the story or characterization be driven in another direction or tweaked, or do you know the author's intentions for the character? If the story is incomplete, are you basing your criticism of a character on the incomplete narration with only partial information available of them or are you building up a report until the story's completion? Did the author provide you with the information needed to make a fully informed criticism?

Have you discussed with the author what their plans are or are you assuming them based off the narration, especially if the narration is proven or implied to be unreliable or missing key points of the plot? Are you unbiased enough to help them reach their desired outcome for the characters and story regardless of your personal feelings towards the characters/antagonists and setting? Can you handle being told your specific input isn't wanted because you're a reader and/or have no written anything relating to their genre or topic? Do you understand and respect that the author's personal experiences might influence their writing and make it different than how you would have done it personally? Do you understand if an author only wants input from a specific demographic relating to their story?

If it's for fanfiction or other hobby media, are you holding a free hobby to a professional standard? Are you trying to give criticism because you feel like the author has produced 'subpar job performance' of their fic? Are you viewing their work as a personal intimate outlet or something that must conform with mass media? Are you applying rules and guidelines when the fic is shared for simple sharing sake? Is your criticism worded appropriately and focused on the parts where the author has requested input on rather than a general dismissal and or disapproval?

Have you put yourself in a place where you assumed you have the input needed for the story to evolve better, or have you asked what the author needs and what they're having trouble with? Can you handle having your criticism rejected if the author decides their story doesn't need the change and not take it as a personal offense against your character? Are you crossing that boundary because you think you are doing the author a favor? Are you trying to be helpful, or do you just want to be?

I think sometimes when people hear authors go 'please don't give me unsolicited writing advice or criticism' they automatically chalk it up to 'this author doesn't want ANY constructive feedback on their stuff at all' and not "i already have trusted individuals who will help me with my writing goals and- hey i don't know you like that, please stop acting so overly familiar with me'

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.