#got inspired to write and so I wrote

[radioactive-earthshine]

NGL I have STRONG opinions about digital releases omitting the letters to the editor section of older comics. I feel like the letters are a part of comic history and should be aggressively preserved.

[slasherfantasy]

A meet-cute with a member (or all!) of the 141 where they come across you when you've been walking your dog, and she refuses to walk any further. She's only 40lbs*, but you're still struggling to carry her back home, and you keep having to stop and take breaks and gasp for air.

Cue 1 or more buff military dudes laughing, swooping in, and scooping up your dog as they ask you where you live. You try to insist it's no big deal and you can do it, but your dog is very happy in his arms and licking his face while he laughs, and you just end up helplessly following behind him while he jokes and carries your pup like she weighs absolutely nothing.

He/They definitely note down your address when you all arrive home, sneaking your dog a piece of jerky and bidding you farewell with a smile. He's/They're already planning to find out your dog-walking route, so he/they can "run into" you again.

*40lbs = 18kg

[melit0n]

EUCLID ANALYSIS.

Told you guys it was coming, didn't I? I apologise that this has taken a bit longer than expected, my mental health hit me like a bullet train, but I do hope it's sufficient.

Part one -> You're already here!

Part two -> Line by line analysis part 1

Part three -> Line by line analysis part 2

Part four -> Musical/intrumental notes

Part five -> The Night in Sleep Token

Part six -> Conclusion

Please note this is a general analysis. Although I do go into theories, both my own and others, this is just general thoughts. Also note when I speak of Vessel, I mean Vessel as a character, not the person, unless I specifically state so.

Tagline: @rilllvri @a-s-levynn @fivewholeminutes @euclidsvessel @tonguetyd @moonchild-in-blue @kkarmatic @branches-in-a-flood

+ Some people were worried about spam liking/reblogging the last time I did one of these big analysis posts, and I want to say please don't worry about that! I get happy when I see the same users pop up liking and reblogging my work, because it means you're interested in this enough to go through the whole thing. Feel completely free to add your own thoughts, correct any errors I've made etc. As per usual, my DMs are completely open to anybody wanting to discuss ST <3

Let's start off with the basics. ‘Euclid’ is the anglicised version of the Greek name Eukleídes (Εὐκλείδης), mainly known via the ancient Greek mathematician Euclid of Alexandria, who is seen as the ‘father of geometry’, and most famous for his work on symmetry. Its general definition is something or someone who is renowned and or glorious (A) and the lesser known definition is something that is a copy of the same (B) (taken from Euclid’s ideas on symmetry), which we’ll come back to in a bit.

However, there is another Euclid in history that we’ll be referencing; Euclid of Megara. This Euclid, similar to our mathematician, was an ancient Greek Socratic (having been a pupil of Socrates) philosopher. I’ll be taking part of a text out of his Wikipedia article since his ideas have been explained thoroughly there.

(we'll be coming back to him soon)

First off, this is an incredibly interesting choice of name for a song. Outside of someone's maths and philosophy class, this name doesn't exist to most, so the fact it's been chosen at all is intriguing.

Vessel has shown time and time again he enjoys sometimes elaborate references in his art, an example being chemistry and biology in TPWBYT (most notable would probably be ‘Telomeres’), so, I think it would be easy to say that, whether it be a reference to Euclid the Mathematician or Euclid the philosopher, that said reference is understood and intended by Vessel.

So, let's start with our mathematician, shall we?

What I find interesting about Euclid of Alexandria is that his life and existence outside of his work on geometry is almost completely unknown. There's almost nothing known of him, as a person, other than where he spent half of his career (Alexandria; Egypt, hence his title), where he may have studied (Platonic academy) and a general idea of when he lived (around 300BC). What is known about this insanely famous man who created the foundations of symmetry is incredibly barebones. People take Euclid at face value for his work, just like Vessel (both as an artist, and a character).

Further, we, as listeners, don't have much of an understanding of who Vessel is other than being a mouthpiece of a deity known as Sleep, someone once human now grasping at the threads of humanity and someone sharing some of his struggles in life (both with Sleep and unknown people). Like Euclid, he is barebones, we take him at face value; a vessel. He is both a mouthpiece for Sleep, a mouthpiece for his own emotions (obviously) and a mouthpiece for us. His experiences transcend being just his, due to his anonymity, therefore allowing us to connect and express our own experiences. It's music for the sake of music; expression.

Now, having talked through Euclid as a person, it's time to talk about Euclid and his symmetry. Symmetry in shapes is 'reflections, rotations, translations, and combinations of these basic operations. Under an isometric transformation, a geometric object is said to be symmetric if, after transformation, the object is indistinguishable from the object before the transformation- a copy of the same’. So, of course, this means shapes like squares, rectangles, parallelograms and circles. Circles are a representation of infinity, wholeness, unity and loops. What does Euclid do? Loop itself (starts and ends with B major, which also happens to be the same chord that TNDNBTG starts with), and loops the three albums together, musically and lyrically.

Now, onto Euclid of Megara.

Euclid was born in Megara, Athens and was a follower of Socrates (sneaking into Athens to hear him speak, and he was also present during his death). He is most known for his philosophy that good is the knowledge of simply being and that the opposite of good does not exist, aka evil. The Good is described to be a perfect, eternal, and changeless Form, existing outside space and time. A form of Heaven without a God.

This idea could be linked lore-wise with Sleep Token; Sleep could, in a way, be The Good literally. Bliss. Further, with the idea that there is no actual opposite of good, then how can anything be bad? How can Sleep, as a deity, have bad intentions if there is no actual evil?

So far, with these two notable figures in mind, we can perceive Euclid as one of two ways (and there are more ways to come). Euclid can be seen as quite literally being a form of symmetry; a parallel that Vessel lays his life on because it brings all of the produced albums, all of his stories, together. Or, we can think of Euclid as Vessel. This brings me to @euclidsvessel's post on their theory on Euclid; what if Euclid was Vessel’s name before he became a vessel?

The theory that Euclid could be Vessel’s old name is not only extremely insightful, but very plausible as well. They explained their points very well in their original post, and I don't want to repeat what they’ve already said, so I do implore you to go read that! It's not detrimental to needing to understand this post, but I highly recommend it. Despite this, I am here to both support their argument and bring my own comparison. Take a look at the cover art for Euclid:

Let me repeat the lesser-known definition of Euclid; a copy of the same. A clone. A replacement. Held in the right hand is the decapitated head of Vessel's old (2nd gen.) mask. Specifically, the one that covers his mouth; the version that relinquishes the most amount of humanity. The album art is a representation of change portrayed in a symbolically gory way. Beheading, depending on the era you’re working from, symbolises both vengeance as well as a form of purification. By cutting off the head, you remove any ‘unholy’ thoughts. It's also among one of the most horrific and humiliating ways of killing someone (since it was typically done publicly, and sometimes the heads were placed on spikes of battlements as a warning).

Furthermore, there's a theory that's popped up a couple of times, lore-wise, that Vessel is not the first person to be turned into a vessel of Sleep, and he certainly won't be the last. So, considering the literal album art illustrates a replacement of Vessel, I’d say that theory is pretty much confirmed. In conclusion, the album art can either be interpreted as how Vessel will eventually be discarded and replaced by another vessel, or how Vessel himself will change, for better or for worse; clawing out of his own skin to become “someone new”.

So, to compare the idea of Euclid being Vessel’s old name, and to create the third perception of what or rather, who, Euclid is, what if Euclid will be the eventual replacement for Vessel?

[lennon666]

It’s so annoying when people on tiktok keep insisting that Hey Jude is for jules lol

[apendice-chileno]

Esper!Reigen concept idea...

[ray935sworld]

Burning house (post rosquez divorce)

TW: TALK ABOUT PAST ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR/ RELATIONSHIP

„The first months without you were terrible" Marc looked up in surprises when Luca Marini suddenly sat down near him.

They were alone, no one in earshot, no one around. Just them and the darkness the nights of the race weekend bought along.

Marc had the urge to ask what he was referring to but his heart knew what the younger man was talking about. Him and... Luca's brother.

„He wasn't himself. He was a pain in the ass to be around. He was always complaining and criticizing everything we did, made us train far too much... And those were the better days. He made Cele cry several time... Franky got hoarse once from screaming back at him. I... I was scared of him a lot back then"

Luca talked with a soft hit sad voice. For him it was one of those nights that haunted him from time to time again. It used to be more often when he was young. Now it was only once every few months.

He couldn't concentrate. All he heard was shouting and screaming. He saw the eyes that were always filled with love, adoration and fun being cold and empty, only flooded with hatred.

He had gone out to get some fresh air and clear his mind. Finding Marc and telling him wasn't really his plan, but now that his mind was flooded, he couldn't help it. After all, Marc may be the only not slightly biased person to talk about that.

„Why didn't they just leave? You know I would have helped you. All of you." Marc asked. „He was their best chance to get here" And he would never leave his big brother.

A part of the Spaniard wanted to go to Italy and scream at the retired legend. To treat teenager that depended on him in a way he had been treated. But it would be a decade now. Most of those teenagers were now closer to turning 30 than to being 20. There was no reason to yell now.

„Your brother hadn't been himself for a long time when I left" he sat the record straight. „He was too focused on his archivements and when it didn't work he wanted, he let everyone suffer through it. He blamed me for thing I had no control over and got... aggressive... As you know."

„I know. I didn't mean to... Make you feel guilty or responsible or anything. I just... Wanted to talk about it"

Marc swallowed. He knew that wasn't Luca's intention and he was aware that he had been Vale's punching bag at the time. He had feared he would take it out on the younger ones but at the end, he had to take the risk.

„I know... But I'm sorry I couldn't safe you."

The first time he had seen Morbidelli with a bruise on his cheeks, knowing the then moto2 rider had a too calm personality to get in a fight, he felt like throwing up. He made Alex find out what happened to his then teammate. Apparently he had gotten in trouble in a bar when some douchebag didn't take no for an answer from a girl.

Marc's anxiety made it hard to believe.

„You shouldn't had to" Despite the Italians word that started some comfort, he couldn't help but remember the reason for his decisions.

„You knew the house was burning..." he said with a sad look in his eyes „I had to get out"

[raineandsky]

#35

“I’m in love with you.”

The words weren’t meant to come out. They just did.

The villain managed to push the hero into a wall, pinning her steadily to the surface, and something in their closeness made the words tumble out without her usual filter. The hero’s staring at her like she just got stabbed—startled and hurt.

“What?”

It’s too late to take it back. “I’m– I’m in love with you. I think.”

The villain’s confession is met with stark silence. She can hear the whirring of rush hour traffic blitzing down the road behind her, louder than either of them dare to be. She can hear it so well that she momentarily thinks the hero might’ve stopped breathing.

“I can’t love you back,” the hero says into the quiet after a moment.

“No, I know, but—”

“No, no, I can’t.” The hero’s voice rises slightly in despair. “You don’t get it, [Villain], you never will—”

A nervous laugh escapes the villain accidentally. “No, I do get it, I don’t know why that came out.”

“Just shut up a second, please,” the hero cries, and the villain backs off slightly in surprise. “It’s not because of what you think. You– I think you’re genuinely really nice. I do. Redeemable, even. I just physically can’t.”

The villain frowns slightly, completely lost as to what she’s getting at. “So it’s… not a difference in morality?”

The hero snorts, almost amused. “No, it’s not that.” She heaves a deep breath, equally tired and anxious. Her eyes lower to the ground at her feet. “I don’t like people. I’m aromantic. It’s not just you.”

Her confession doesn’t get a reply for a moment. When she finally finds the courage to glance at the villain she’s staring past her, the slightest crease in her brow. “Okay…” she says slowly after a moment, and the hero feels like admitting anything was the wrong choice. “So you don’t… date people.”

How is she meant to explain this to someone who doesn’t understand? “Well, I do, but I always want to make sure people know what to expect from me. I like doing the relationship stuff but I don’t get feelings beyond, like, intense affection.”

The villain lights up slightly. “So you would theoretically go on a date with me?”

The hero can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I guess.”

Her nemesis nods quickly, clearing her throat like she’s about to monologue like she always does. “Okay, then, [Hero],” she opens dramatically, “I was hoping I could take you out sometime. Beyond taking you out in dark alleyways, at least.”

The hero hums like she’s thinking, but a slight, traitorous smile cracks on her face. “I’d like that.”

[rustbeltjessie]

Listen/purchase: Jessie Lynn McMains - Ode to Awesome by Various Artists

The kind of kiss that melts your kneecaps is awesome! Opening a new box of paints is awesome! James Williamson’s guitar riff in The Stooges’ “Search and Destroy” is awesome! Red lipstick, green tea with honey on a rainy day, the secret glow of nightjars—awesome!

[whelmed-justwhelmed]

Thoughts about Vincent Valentine and some of his struggles

Some miscellaneous notes before the actual substance of this post.

Loosely inspired by / based on this post, might suggest reading it before my own for a better understanding of the perspectives of the ideas in this post, though not strictly necessary as I think it’s still comprehensible without doing so. This post was made to my understanding + my current interpretation + what I can remember of things at the moment. Anyways here’s my maybe somewhat rambling thoughts, this is what I’ve got thus far. ( @sephirthoughts ask and you shall receive.)

After seeing and being inspired by the previously mentioned post I got to thinking about what I felt to be an interesting character development opportunity for Vincent. The basic premise being how Vincent’s situation, mostly in relation to himself and some of the things that have happened to him in the past, could potentially improve if he could at least start to reconcile his views of things compared to the objective realities. I feel like a step like this could help him to have a healthier perspective and at least somewhat improve his general quality of life.

Now it’s known how feelings such as guilt and regret among other such ones weigh heavily on him, of which a significant amount stem from his time as a bodyguard for the scientists of shinra manor. Although I do acknowledge these things aren’t the only ones that weigh on him and that my proposal of reconciliation is not the only thing that could be done to help his situation, much of his suffering specifically does seem to directly or indirectly stem from that time, his perspective of it, and of how it all relates to him. So with that perspective in mind, I think it’s a good place to start (at least for this hypothetical Vincent character development scenario).

Vincent is the sort where I want to (respectfully) gently grab him by the shoulders and shake a bit going, “It’s not your fault, it wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t your responsibility, you did about as much as you could for the situation, It. Wasn’t. Your. Fault.” Sadly though it seems (at least to me I feel) he’s generally not at a point where such a message would really get through to him in any meaningful or lasting way, so then that led me to wonder, what sorts of things might get him to that point? And what would the process look like?

I feel like he would probably need some sort of external prompting to actually properly start the process and that said process would be a gradual one. Not entirety sure how the prompting would start and be sustained though. Perhaps for example as something to start with, something like the moment in the lament of the damned side quest in rebirth where there’s brief vague discussion of the manor scientists and Barrett expresses how he thinks Lucrecia must not have been all that much better than Hojo causing Vincent to get defensive about her. A gradual process of stuff that challenges him like others questioning things and being faced with tangible evidence of the past, something that challenges him and he actually starts to stop and more seriously consider that perspective.

Here’s where the basic premise as previously mentioned really comes in. I feel Vincent’s situation could potentially improve if he could start to reconcile his perspective and feelings regarding what happened then and the objective reality of it. Challenges and consideration could lead to some acknowledgment that those two perspectives can coexist with each other, that he doesn’t have to choose one over the other.

In regards to Lucrecia, while not always exactly the most pleasant way to think of her, he can still feel fondly towards her and her memory while also thinking a bit more critically about how her actions and the choices she’s made have had serious and more often than not harmful consequences, especially about the harm done to him directly or indirectly. He could still care about her, albeit a likely less idealized version of her, and hold her a bit more accountable for the harm she’s caused. In regards to Vincent himself, it could significantly improve his overall view of himself and perhaps by extension general quality of life. Potential benefits being things like generally improving his mental state, the more specific parts of that could be things like better self worth, less self loathing, at least a bit of self forgiveness, generally starting to be able to take some of the blame off of himself. As such it could help him start to recognize he’s largely not responsible or at fault for what happened (and that he was a victim of the circumstances at that point more than anything?). It could help facilitate him being able to cope with it all a bit better, perhaps even heal the mental / emotional wounds a bit.

All that said, I highly doubt all this would be easy for him to do, I think he’s going to have to struggle for it. Like I’ve said, I think it would be a slow and gradual process that challenges him to think more critically and change his perspective to eventually at least start to understand that he’s not the one in the wrong, such a process would take time and effort. It would also involve a lot of difficult emotions, what emotions, in what context, and how they come up, I don’t really have as much of an answer for at the moment as I feel it depends on how one would imagine the reconciliation process and things as a whole would play out. I’m not necessarily saying I want to see him break down or something like that per se, but I would like for him to have proper opportunities to be more openly emotional about it all. For him to have chances to be vulnerable and be treated with care in return. (And if that means having him break down then by all means let him break down.)

I do want to say that I don’t expect such a process to solve everything with him or that I would expect him to stop being upset about all that’s happened or otherwise take away what makes his story his (etc.), just that ultimately the idea is all about getting him to a point of having a bit more of a balance of his feelings and viewpoint. Bittersweet, but hopeful.

Hypothetically, if I were to try and place the idea where I think it could work well game timeline wise, I would place it around Dirge of Cerberus and / or post Dirge. I think it would go well then for the subject matter being covered, could work well thematically, and for potential opportunities for him to actually have the time and space to think and process (etc.). (Admittedly I think that putting it sometime around DoC is the obvious answer and that it could work at other points in time as well if it was done thoughtfully.)

I think that’s about all I have on this right now.

[captainsjack]

turns out i still have some psych fics left in me :)

here's a two part series that i absolutely loved writing. they both take place simultaneously

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer OT3 Week, Day Three: Childhood Friends

Day Three of @ot3-week's OT3 Week, and we're up to a cute prompt -- "Childhood friends!" So naturally I couldn't resist writing the trio hanging out together as kids. :) This is supposed to be a Victorian!AU, though I suspect it might feel a little bit more modern than that...the important thing is, there's a grand old party happening in the halls of Christchurch at Oxford, and Smiler and Alice have already found each other and decided to sequester themselves away from all these boring adults in their own private table fort. But tummies have started growling, and so Smiler is venturing out to get snacks...

--

“I’m gonna get more snacks!”

“All right – make sure to grab some of Mama’s Welsh rarebit!” Alice said, arranging the cards into neat piles. “Then when you come back we can start building our castle.”

“Definitely,” Smiler said, shooting her a grin. They grabbed the edge of the tablecloth and lifted it – then, seeing no adults had eyes on them, scrambled out from under the banquet table that they and Alice had claimed as their personal hidey-hole. And I thought this party was going to be boring, they thought, scurrying toward the table where the Welsh rarebit sat, along with a few other cheese-based dishes the various attendees were nibbling on. Adults never want to have any fun when they get together – it’s just talk talk talk about boring stuff. Especially Father, going on about “social compliance” and all that...it’s a good thing that Alice is here! I can’t wait to hear another story about Wonderland – it sounds amazing! And I bet that, without the adults interrupting us, we can build a castle using all of the –

“Now, I don’t want you embarrassing me at this party, Victor, do you understand?”

Smiler stopped, turning toward the entrance. Standing there, having their coats taken by the coat-taking-man, was a hunched-over skinny man with a large mustache, leaning on a cane; a very plump woman in the fanciest dress Smiler had ever seen, fanning herself like it was the middle of summer; and a little boy, about Smiler’s age, wearing a suit with shorts and staring at his feet while the woman – presumably his mother – went on and on about how the Liddells were Very Important People and how they had to make a Good First Impression and how Victor was to Stay Quiet and Look Respectable, like the boys in magazines. The boy – Victor – was nodding along to his mother’s litany, trying to stand up straight and do as asked, but the look on his face...

“Now, Marmaduke, I understand that you’re a little – confused, at this age. But the simple fact of the matter is that you can’t just decide that you’re not a boy. It’s simply not done. Where would society be if people just started declaring themselves not one thing or the other? You have to learn how to be socially compliant. True happiness comes from obeying your elders – and you want to be happy, don’t you?”

Smiler frowned as the woman turned away from Victor, leaving him to tug at his tie as she swanned off to chat about boring things with the other adults. It seemed like, with a mother like that, Victor was about to have about as bad a time at this party as they’d feared they would have. And that was a really bad time indeed.

Well, good thing I’m here, then, Smiler thought to themselves, then marched up to Victor, putting on their best smile and sticking out their hand. “Hullo! I’m Smiler!”

Victor nearly started right out of his skin – maybe they should have been a little bit quieter. He stared at them a moment, glancing from their face to their hand and back, then hesitantly took it. “Uh – I’m – I’m – V-Victor,” he stammered, clearly out of his depth. Maybe people didn’t talk to him much? That would be sad if so. “Your name is – Smiler?”

“Well, it’s what I call myself,” Smiler told him, pumping his arm. “My real name’s awful. But Victor’s a nice name! Do you want to play with us?”

“Us?” Victor repeated, blinking.

“Me and Alice!” Smiler pointed at their table, where Alice was peeping out, clearly wondering why snacks were taking so long. They waved to her and pointed to Victor – she glanced over, then nodded and waved back. “She’s really nice, and she tells great stories,” Smiler informed Victor, grinning. “And she’s got cards – we’re gonna try and build a castle! Do you like castles?”

“Uh – yes?” Victor said, as if he wasn’t sure of his own opinions. “I’ve n-never made a card one b-before, though.” He dropped his gaze, playing with his tie again. “I’m k-kind of clumsy.”

“That’s all right – we can show you how to do it!” Smiler promised, taking his hand so he didn’t accidentally strangle himself. “Come on – we’ll get snacks, then we can go and play!”

“I – um...” Victor’s gaze went to his mother, chatting with some other adult Smiler didn’t know and didn’t care about. “I dunno...”

“Aw, come on,” Smiler wheedled, tugging his arm. “It’ll be fun! Don’t you wanna have fun? Be happy? Like, real happy, not grown-up happy?”

“Happy...” Victor looked at his mother a moment more, then over at Alice, patiently waiting for them to decide what they were doing. Then his mouth formed a determined line, and he nodded at Smiler. “Yes. Let’s go make castles.”

Smiler beamed. One happiness problem – solved! Take that, Father. “Great! But, first, we gotta get some of that rarebit – and I think there’s some cake too...”

[no-where-new-hero]

i've been contentedly pot-boiling for most of this year and accepting the fact that now is just not the time for novels, but last night i actually had an idea for something long-form again, maybe this will be the thing that turns me around?

[tails-boogie-board]

more deaged!baby tails, bc I love him. So far this takes place after Amy but idk more than that

--

It was odd.

This Tails was small. He barely came up to his knees and half of him was just his tails alone. Seeing him him from a distance and Sonic's rushed explanation didn't prepare him at all.

"Where's Sonic?"

Tails looked behind him, after a few seconds, he turned back and shrugged.

Knuckles rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. He hadn't interacted with Tails much as a little kid. He was too busy kicking Sonic off Angel Island, and making sure the fox went with him.

"Did you take a plane?" Tails nodded and pointed somewhere in the distance. He made no move to go to said plane.

It wasn't like Sonic to ditch Tails, or for Tails not to catch up. Knuckles eyed the kid, he didn't look hurt or even worried. It wasn't odd for them to split, but without a specific goal and with Tails...small, it was-

Unless Sonic thought he would find something dangerous. And whatever trouble he found would inevitably end up his problem.

And now he was running around unchecked on his island. Knuckles sighed, unfolding his arms.

"He'll show up." Knuckles encouraged, before turning on his heel. The Master Emerald always ended up in the middle of things and just because Knuckles wasn't sensing any danger didn't mean there wasn't any.

He expected footsteps for follow, but it still settled something in his shoulders.

--

One-two-half step, one-two-half step, one-two-half step

Knuckles slowed down, just a little.

One-two, one-two, one-two

--

Looking at the wall, Knuckles looked at Tails and roughly gestured up.

"Stay close, I'm taking a shortcut," He smirked, "I doubt Sonic knows."

Tails took to the air, gigging with big big eyes. He hovered close as Knuckles started to climb. There was a passage through the cliff, dug into the rock by his ancestors long past; it was sheltered under a fallen tree, awkward on a good day, let alone from the air.

"Okay you first, it's a straight path." The tunnel ended in a few old ruins, right near the Alter.

Tails hesitated and moved closer. Knuckles moved to the left to give him room, but the kit didn't move. He glanced over at him and Knuckles was suddenly reminded of the chao.

"Hey," he offered, "I'll be right behind you." Tails looked at Knuckles for a long second. He nodded roughly, brow set, cheeks puffing out.

It was a good call too because the kid needed a hand.

Two spin dashes later and they arrived in the clearing. Knuckles unrolled easily but Tails kept going and hit a tree, falling out of his ball.

Knuckles only took two steps before the little fox popped back up, unharmed. He met knuckles gaze and shot him a thumbs up and a grin.

Knuckles shook his head. The sooner they found Sonic -or when Sonic found them with trouble on his heels, the better.

"Come on, we're almost there." He gestured to the top of Alter above the treetops and took off running. Behind him, the kid instantly to the air.

Tails had Sonic's grin and as the kit shot past him towards the Alter, Knuckles didn't know why he was surprised.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

weaves together, stronger

written for day one [friendship bracelets] of @jjkgenweek, dedicated to @zukkaoru 💞

Yuuji didn’t know much about Maki.

He knew that she didn’t have cursed energy, that the scary girl with a gun at the goodwill event was her twin sister, that she was really good with swords, and that she didn’t like being called “Zen’in”.

And… that was about it.

Well, that and that he was pretty sure she hated him.

[or, yuuji just wants maki to like him, so friendship bracelets]

🌺2,542 words | yuuji & maki🌺

[acaciapines]

nano day two

words today: 1674

words total: 3462

another day DOWN!! whoo!! im getting into some stuff ive actually been so so so excited about in for the future...once eda + firefly are both out doing their own thing we get to my FAVORITE plot of this entire fic which is! collector! and! firefly! bonding!!! oooooh i cannot WAIT you do not understand. but thats chapter four and now im stuck with king lol.

not that this is a bad thing. i love king. poor little guy. hes doing so much right now but its okay soon he'll get some fun allies! got a few tricks up my sleeve...its not JUST eda and lilith like we see in the show...

i also timed myself! took me about 50 minutes to write 1.6k words. which is always really funny bc literally like, years and years ago i calculated my writing speed at about 1k words/hour and nowadays its way faster but i never like. remember that lol.

my favorite part i wrote today:

“You ask if you can use my—my stardust.” King rubs François’s ear, the same soft patterns. Love love love, they say, pressed into him and the world around him, always. “Why is that? Why can’t you just use your own?” The Collector giggles. “Cause I don’t got any.” “You—” King squints at them. They aren’t nothing. They’re bright, and thoughts bubble and pop around them, same as anything else. Bubble, and pop, but… There—pop, before they reach The Collector’s skin. Drift away, before they can catch in his hair. King flips his own paw over. Dust sparkles there, says King, and is him and of him. In François, too, and between them, and on all the spaces they share.              

yes i love making up collector lore thank you for asking.

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should just dedicate myself to miss imp’s blog because here’s another- thing i wrote based off her prompt. @impishtubist thank u for always getting the creative juices flowing for me 💀

(this summary sounds like a whole bunch of nothing bc i was having fun being all ~whimsical and shit, but basically: harry becomes lord black, the tapestry repairs itself, and he finds a surprise addition on it)

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Magic was a fickle thing. No one knew where it came from nor how it operated. But ignorance is not the same as irreverence—every wixen in the magical world was brought up with the knowledge that Magic was to be both feared and respected. There was a sentience to it that was beyond the scope of mortal comprehension and there were warnings—stories of grave misfortune bestowed upon those who neglected this fact. 

Under the broad gamut of Magic, however, lies one particularly under-studied field of Family Magics. Not much is known about it, except that families who have a long lineage to call upon have some…quirks to their magic that others don’t. Certain types of magics come easier to them, an affinity, if you will. That’s not to say that others can’t have any of their own. The Malfoys might be relatively newblooded—despite their attempts at rebranding—but their propensity for Charms hasn’t gone unnoticed. The Weasleys and their fertility magic has, despite their social status, impressed a community with such low birth rates. 

So, it is fair to say that Family Magics are alive and kicking, distributed by a power unknown to everyone. The Blacks, at the height of their power, were feared by everyone—friend and foe alike. Their prowess with offensive magics was nigh unbeatable and even now, with its current state of disrepute, the old guard talks about the family in tones of awe and trepidation. 

It’s what makes the fates of Sirius and Regulus Black particularly tragic. That these two, heirs who were the envy of every single family, ended up fading into notoriety and obscurity, respectively—leaving behind a family crumbling into ruins. 

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black…reduced to a house elf and a dilapidated house, both on the verge of falling apart. 

That is, until now. Fate and Fortune colliding to breathe new life into old blood. With some personal discoveries along the way. 

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