#feeling better now tho

[dmwrites]

The rift, forever a source of mystery and chaos, was shrinking. Yeah. Shrinking.

It had been, what, like a week since the hermits had come back through the rift, and the empires guys had followed? Well, no rest for the rift, apparently, as it was very clearly shrinking now.

When Grian had noticed the change, he’d done what any normal person would do- he noped out of his basement and simply ignored the issue, instead going to prank Scar and drinking so much of Bdubs’ seasonal hot chocolate that he got kicked out of the coffee shop.

The rift investigation procrastination only ended when Grian seriously considered working on the back of his megabase, having done everything else possible to avoid said rift issues. That shook him to his core, and he headed down to his basement, a cold dread washing over him.

“What are you up to?” He asked Grumbot, landing in front of his machine, purposefully avoiding looking at whatever state the rift was in now. He looked up into Grumbot’s face, but there was nothing to be disconcerted from it. Just aimless flashing lights and buttons.

Gritting his teeth, Grian turned around to a blank stone wall. His heart sank for just a moment, before he caught sight of the one-block hole right near the ground, which still shone with that purple portal stuff.

“Oh no.” Grian whispered. He thought of the empires fellas, of the beautiful lands that were on the other side of that portal somewhere. If the rift was gone… what then?

And then, there was a faint squeaking sound, like metal wheels turning. A faint rumbling, one that was all-too familiar to any person who has, at the very least, loved villagers before. And through the one block of rift that remained came a minecart, which stopped with no rail to continue.

Grian slowly walked towards the rift and the minecart, heart racing and that awful curiosity-killed-the-cat (or bird, in the case) feeling that always seemed to get him in trouble.

There was a chest inside the minecart, and Grian opened it. Inside was a note, which read:

Hello?

-Mumbo Jumbo

Grian gasped. “No way! What? I- Mumbo?” He dropped the note and began mining at the wall where the rift had been. But it was just crumbling purple and black material, and lead nowhere. “No, no! Mumbo, are you here?” He called, but there was no answer. He looked back to the minecart and the rift. A sense of déjà vu rushed through him, and he knew what had to be done. He dug around in his chests and found a scrap of paper. In shaky, quick handwriting he wrote:

Mumbo? Is that you?

-Grian

He placed his note inside the chest, closing it and pushing the minecart through the rift. It vanished at once, and Grian sank to the floor, holding Mumbo’s note to his chest. Mumbo! His Mumbo! Well, okay-

Now that he had a moment to actually pay attention, there was something… odd, about the note. It looked like Mumbo’s handwriting, a kind of scrabbling cursive mess, but there were minuscule differences that no one would notice, unless that person was Grian, who had spent a good part of season seven sending notes back and fourth to the man. There wasn’t that unnecessary loop in the “e”, and his signature looked nicer then Mumbo’s ever had.

“This is ridiculous.” Grian said. “Someone’s got to be playing a cruel joke on… me…” As he said it, the minecart came back through the rift, landing neatly in front of him. He opened the chest without really thinking about it, so desperate for that new note.

Yes. It is me. It’s been a long time, Grian.

Grian shut his eyes tight, letting out some kind of choked laugh-cry. It had been a long time. It seemed less and less possible that this was some kind of prank, or perhaps it was just the desperation clinging onto any hope. Grian found another bit of paper and began to write.

It has been. I miss you, Mumbo. Where are you? Are you in the rift?

He sent it off with his heart in his throat, trying to remind himself that Mumbo was a slow answerer, to remember the disappointment in season seven where he rarely answered at all.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, notes came back within fifteen minutes of Grian sending one, each one as engaging as the last. Grian lost a week sitting in front of the rift, just staring into the small, swirling remains of the rift, waiting for Mumbo’s responses, with a stack of paper ready to go.

They talked about many things, mostly reminiscing and Grian telling him all about the empires server and the king and even the diamond pillar war. Mumbo kept saying he missed Grian, that it wasn’t the same without him.

Perhaps Grian should have seen it coming, what Mumbo was really after. But he was so caught up in it all that it came as a surprise when a note came that read:

Come through the rift in the minecart. Notes aren’t enough anymore.

Grian looked at the note in confusion, then at the one-block high rift opening.

I won’t fit. And how do I know this isn’t some kind of trap?

He sent the minecart back, a sudden clarity shooting through him, like someone had dumped water on his head. He was sore and cold, the hard stone of his basement floor having sapped the heat from his body a long time ago. He looked at the dozens of notes laying around him, all in that almost-Mumbo handwriting.

He looked to Grumbot, who was just as still and quiet as he’d always been. Not exactly Mumbo and Grian’s son. Perhaps this Mumbo was the same? Mumbo was mayor in Grumbot’s world, and Grumbot had come through the rift…

The too-familiar rattling of wheels on rails broke through Grian’s thoughts, and he scooped the new note out of the chest without a moment’s hesitation.

I would never hurt you, Grian.

Grian stood up, sucking in a painful breath. It was Mumbo, Mumbo would never hurt him, not in ways that mattered. In every world, they had to be friends, right? And friends would never lie to each other, right?

Perhaps it was desperation. Or the person on the other side, Mumbo or not, was more manipulative then Grian could imagine. But either way, Grian was never known to fully flesh out a plan, much less with his own safety in mind.

And so, with the final note from Mumbo clutched tight in his hand, he sat in the minecart, scooting it forward until the heavy feeling of the rift was upon him. He closed his eyes, not knowing who or what was going to be on the other side. All he could hope was that his Mumbo Jumbo, however he was, was waiting for him.

[jinchuls-moved]

my laptop broke and now i have a new one maybe i'll try writing something teehee

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[dr-gaytorius]

So it turns out I no longer have heat tolerance and cannot go outside if it's over 90F outside lol,,,,,,,

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[bewarethetooth]

HEYY I'M ACTUALLY ALIVE AND IVE TOTALLY BEEN ALIVE SO HERES MY FAVORITE THING EVER DRAWN TODAY:

Now excuse me while i sleep until 5pm because the sun IS rising and i AM so tired

[endermagpieart]

What do you mean I’m a bit late for Janus’ big day? Of course not, how could you say such a thing! I definitely didn’t forget all about it in my absence and only get reminded in the incorrect quotes video live chat; that’s not like me at all ;]

Anyways I decided to dress our sassy snake in some different outfits I think he’d like. He seems like the type to get all dolled up on his birthday and it goes with Thomas posting pics in outfits inspired by the sides on their appreciation days!

@thatsthat24

[chiricat]

ryomina demons are winning

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[necromosss]

🤍

[yennao]

(Adult Danny Design by @nicktoonsunite because he’s neat and I Love him)

So anyway if I’m not drawing blood or teeth assume I’m dead

[tawnysoup]

the urge to walk out into nature and just wholly become a part of it

[skellagirl]

Back in winter 2022 I started working on a comic of one of my favorite nsfw oneshots, Practical Demonstration, made like five pages, and then promptly dropped it cause I was still in the midst of Art Block From Hell, among other reasons

but the fic series recently got an update and I read it on a flight last week, which has renewed the brainworms :)

The comic's FAR from finished (I've thumbnailed the entire thing and it comes out to twenty-eight pages, while I have thirteen of those pages in varying stages of completion) but I've been having a lot of fun working on it and forcing myself to try and learn new things (backgrounds/environments, in this case) in the pursuit of Harvey Smut LOL

I thought I'd post some WIP shit here, in case ADHD gets my ass and I end up dropping it again 😭 pray for me

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

[josukespimphand]

the new season is so close, im about to throw up

[maskedbutsillier]

hi !!!!1!!1 do u miss me !

in conjunction with my baby brother’s bday, have some brotherly crimebois :)