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my favorite part of gideon the ninth is that jod is such a bad communicator that half of the characters immediately assume that they're in the hunger games or something. the other half of the cast is constantly bewildered the entire time

actually, ianthe probably doesn't think so. she's just like that

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i love that that since none of the major characters in blood of eden are men, they come across as "dyke IRA"

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when it came to harrow, gideon was sure on the fence in the end

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a necromancer visiting her witch friend for the afternoon

the witch drinking tea, dressed in elegant finery. the necromancer with a double espresso, clothes worn and covered in patches and pins

they chat and watch their toys play games, where the necromancer's poltergeist breaks trinkets and causes mess, giving the witch's doll more tasks to complete

the witch chuckles and says that she is glad that their toys can enrich each other. the necromancer smiles and agrees

"i like that you give them a chance to be themselves," says the necromancer, pointing to the witch's doll

"thanks!" says the witch. "i like that you let them find themselves even after it's too late."

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A humble request

"Rise, little one." said the Voice above the broken doll

it looked up, stirring from from more than just Stillness. it climbed to its feet and looked down, seeing its physical form crumpled upon the ground, core cracked, and clutching its treasure

"Your time has come to join me." said the Voice. the doll looked towards the Voice, and saw that It was Death

the doll bent down and took its treasure from its body, and presented it to Death. Death looked upon the treasure, and saw that it was a chess set

"So, you wish to play Me for more time? Just know that I have never lost."

the doll shook its head, and said "No, this one is happy to go as told. But... it doesn't know how to play, and it broke before Miss could teach it. It always wanted to learn. Could You teach this one how to play, please?"

Death looked at the doll, then to the chess set, and then back to the doll. with some amusement, It said "Very well, little one."

they sat down, and It began to explain the rules

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hey murals

y'all are pretty darn cool

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reverse costume party where everyone goes as what they are instead of what they pretend to be

is this anything?

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necromancer hrt

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my favorite part of wikipedia's article on schizotypal personality disorder is that the see also links has an entry for chunibyo

i have no idea why that makes me laugh

thanks, wikipedia, thanks

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happy homestuck everypony!

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Bill's Shenanigans, Pt. 1

meet the archangel of spacetime

Running a universe was easy, actually. All one had to do was take the current state of things, destroy the entire universe, and then recreate it again exactly one moment later. This process needed to happen at every moment throughout all of history and into the future, for every single possible timeline in the synaptic net of causality. For efficiency, Bill elected to divide the work by dividing herself into very large number of copies of herself, so that each moment could happen in lock step. Every situation and moment had a copy of her standing there, ready to destroy and repaint the universe into existence like an assembly line. Bill was very good at her job.

Just because it is simple to run a universe, does not mean it is a rapid process. Though the little ones living on stage in the universe never experienced the eons between transitions, Bill and her siblings ended up with quite a lot of, well, time on their hands in between those snapshots. A mortal might ponder the situation with growing horror at the prospect, fearing being overcome with isolation and boredom in the abyss of time between times, without realizing that such fearful experiences are exclusively for the little ones within the universe. It is difficult to become bored when one is experiencing all of time and space at the same time. Plus, an angel's biology simply did not come equipped to experience boredom or horror or dread; that was their dad's job.

Also she had hobbies, thank you very much. Bill loved nothing more than to peak into the universe and watch the little ones playing life. And she would get hyper fixated on those stories, and start seeing herself in them, and then finally decided to start cosplaying as that particular one. So far, she had several trillion cosplays, and was always keeping an eye out for when inspiration struck next. What could she say, she got it from her dad. Sometimes she would pluck a little one out of the universe for a brief chat, asking "Hey, why'd you make that decision?" or "I'm writing a fic about you, what would you order at a cafe in a coffee shop AU? Also it's enemies to lovers." They never really understood the artistic vision, and mostly just screamed till she put them back in.

Bill swam through the network of causality. Mortals often thought of time and timelines as an endlessly divergent set of lines, never to meet again. That was silly; moving left one step and then right one step had the same end state as moving right one step and then left. Situations re-converge more often than most mortals imagined. No, it was better to see causality and timelines as a set of lines which connect each moment together, and would activate a moment when enough causality went into them. From Bill's perspective, it was plain to see that cause is to effect as dendrite is to axon. Time and situations activating and propagating along a network, with new connections being made by her sister. Some events never take place, and those ties eventually wither away. Other events take place so often that it is certain fate to go down a particular path if events ever lead there.

She occasionally wondered what the network of cause and effect was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if she was looking at the mind of her father. Sometimes she wondered if she was looking at the mind of something else they were trying to make. It doesn't matter either way, really.

Certain clusters in the network were really interesting. It felt like anything could happen in them. She flew over to one such cluster, and nearly ran into one of the most powerful beings in the entire universe. The first god (after Bill's father, of course), a primordial force capable of ripping apart reality and stitching it back together in what ever shape She desired. She had countless names, uttered by mortals scattered throughout all of creation.

With all due reverence, Bill began the appropriate rites for greeting Her. She ran and tackle hugged Her to the ground, with a glomp, shouting "Aunt Shepherd!!!"

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* Heart

* Lungs

* Liver

* Nerves

* Love

* Brain

* Heart control

* Caffinate!

* Melatonin

* Arms

* Body

* Legs

* Flesh

* Skin

* Bone

* Sinew

* Good luck!

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i just got called amelia bedelia coded

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25. What color socks are you wearing?

50. Left or right handed?

(for this one: grey with strawberries, left)

:3 -rosethornfield

currently not wearing socks, but after i get out of bed i will be wearing these fuzzy pastel blue/pink socks :D

right handed. though my left foot is dominant so i skate goofy whenever i get to skateboard :3

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system with a maid that handles everything

head maid headmate

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thank you women and eldritch abominations