#i hope im not annoying everyone in that server

[scratchyemporium]

when all your pizza rolls are gone

[toastsnaffler]

anyway yeah relevant to that post abt being deaf/hoh and ppl excluding u from conversation bc of it (even unintentionally), that's smth that's been really deeply bothering me lately bc there are a few ppl I routinely have to deal with who do it a lot and it Pisses Me The Fuck Off I've lost all patience w them. giving up and calling it ableism and walking out idc anymore 🚶‍♂️

[magicalmanhattanproject]

man im just like. thinking about egg signs and how they've evolved over the course of the qsmp and how the qsmp has evolved over the course of the qsmp and just feeling so much love and affection for every part of the project. i dont have any grand overarching point with this just. like. here's a history of egg comms bc of the kind of person that i am

so wayyyy back ten months ago now at the start of the short and sweet egg event that was planned to last maybe a month at most, the eggs had their own custom, decorated signs!

[ID: Leo with a pink sign with an egg on the bottom corner that reads "hello" in all caps. Her nametag reads Leonardo. End ID]

They were extremely simple, single word signs. There was hello, hola, story, feed, sleep, and maybe one or two more and each was its own separate sign. The eggs could only communicate the most basic needs in words and everything else was through minecraft body language or just hoping their parents guessed right.

But obviously, there was a lot more that parents wanted to hear from their children. I'm not sure who was actually first, but the earliest departure from this system I know about is BadBoyHalo giving Dapper a simple oak sign so he could name his pet slime. (Screenshot from @/lxrd-ren)

[ID: Dapper wearing a diver's helmet standing next to a tiny slime in a boat with an oak sign reading "Bouncy (slmecicle but better)" End ID]

Parents quickly realized how much more convenient this was and pretty soon every single egg had stacks of signs to communicate with.

The next innovation came from Vegetta, who was the resident mod knower at the time. He knew about colored canvas signs and gave Leo signs in her favorite color purple because he loved her and gave her everything she wanted.

[ID: Leo's bed in her room under some Fooligetta fanart with a purple sign reading "<3" End ID]

Colored signs obviously had a lot of advantages. Being able to tell at a glance which egg placed which sign was a huge step forward in eggs being able to have long, complicated conversations as well as leaving obvious marks of their personality everywhere they went. It took a little while for them to be standard for every egg though. Bobby never stopped using oak signs even after Richas and Pomme both showed up with colored signs.

[ID: Two signs reading from right to left a red Pomme sign reading "we already started working on a guillotine factory" and a dark grey Dapper sign reading "thats the most french u have said so far pomme" End ID]

And this was the system for a while! And it worked pretty well for most people! The biggest struggle most people had was egg signs not being translated, but streamers adjusted to that by reading signs out loud so the translators would pick up on them. This also lead to adorable and fascinating dynamics like Richas swearing in signs he wrote for Bad and then warning Bad not to read them out. There was also the genuinely phenomenal development of Leolingo where Leo writes only in Spanish to Foolish because it's easier for her to write and he takes his time to puzzle his way through it and learn in a way that's super cool to watch someone else do onscreen.

Then Tubbo joined the server. And Tubbo himself had no problems at all with the system, but he is dyslexic and he casually mentioned offhand that it was getting kind of annoying to read signs after a ten hour long stream and the admin team Fucking Cooked.

Within 24 hours, they had TTS working on the signs. Within 48 hours, it was working on books too. I can't remember how long it took to get translation working, but it was definitely under a week.

And this opened up a whole new world of possibilities for the entire QSMP. The admin team has been on top of capitalizing on it for story purposes, but also just allowing the egg admins to speak in their native languages to everyone whenever they want has been so enriching for everyone involved. Leolingo is awesome but Foolish has been learning Spanish insanely fast and his process is a lot slower and more frustrating than most people can do in front of an audience of thousands of people without feeling discouraged. That's also one language. We've had everything from Foolish being able to check his work a bit more faster to Phil insisting on his eggs taking a day to speak to him in their native languages to Ramón writing a book for Fit in Cantonese, a language we haven't even seen on the server in any other context!

And all of it is fully understood and fully communicated! Sometimes the translators mess up but no one expects them to be perfect and people ask for clarification if the translator says something that doesn't sound right. It's not only a massive step forward in communication technology, but it's a great demonstration of how to use it and when you can and can't rely on it.

And finally, the most recent innovation! One of BBH's viewers sent him a dono saying they had trouble reading certain signs because they were too low-contrast. Bad, Richas, and Pomme just. Took it upon themselves to fix the problem right there and then. Based on One (1) bringing up their own personal struggle, those three came up with new signs that innovate tremendously on the originals.

[ID: Two separate images of the before and after. The first is the egg signs in their original colors with the corresponding egg's name written on them to demonstrate the font color and the second is in the new, higher contrast colors with the same text. The new signs also have custom decorations for each egg. The second picture also has two signs from Pomme in all caps that read "Send all the love to Richas he spent a whole night making this he's the best <3" End ID]

There are three main innovations visible in the above pictures

1: Obviously, the colors are higher contrast. The signs with white text have darker colors and the signs with black text have lighter colors.

2: The colors themselves are lower saturation. Richas said this made it easier for him personally to read them so he corrected that way, but that's open to change if it causes difficulties for more people than it helps

3: The decorations are for accessibility reasons! People with various different forms of colorblindness will find different sets of colors easier or harder to distinguish, but any of them can look at the decorations and use them to identify whose sign is whose instead.

But! Those innovations are not why I made this post! It's these ones!

[ID: The backs of the new signs when placed on the ground. Most visible are Chayanne's with vines and a hardcore heart, Sunny's with shining sunglasses, and Pomme's with an apple and the Eiffel Tower. End ID]

Richas added distinguishing marks to the backs of the signs too! This is something that Bad brought up specifically as something he wanted because it was hard for him to tell who was talking when he was using TTS from behind signs and couldn't see the colors at all.

We went from custom egg signs (a hotbar or so of words and nothing else to communicate with) through a long journey of expanding communication and expanding who we're bringing along on the communication and how easily they can join in and we've circled all the way back around to custom egg signs (they can say anything they want in any language they want and anyone will know it's them saying it from any angle)

and i guess i have enough feelings abotu that to write All This about it

[tvonq]

im a ow hater but i wanted to see what ow2 was like and why has my entire profile been wiped

[4ln-stay8]

Secrets and shadows

>summary: Lando denies your relationship in order to keep it private but that took a toll on you

>author’s notes: i hope this isn’t too bad… im trying tbh… this is probably bad but anyway… enjoy

>warnings: lying, insecurity, anxiety, crying, teasing, denying, doubt

The evening sun painted Lando's gaming setup with a warm glow as he fired up his Twitch stream. Lando adjusted his headset with a grin, ready to dive into another streaming session with Max and Bankai on his Discord server.

"Alright chat, we're live! What's up, everyone? It's been a while." said Lando starting his stream "Today, Max and Bankai will join us for some gaming, is that okay chat?" He continued

The fans in the chat exploded with excitement as Lando hadn't streamed in a while.

"Chat say hi to the boys!" said Lando with excitement as his friends entered his discord server

"Hey guys, hey chat! Ready for some gaming, Lando?" said Max excited to join his friends.

"Im ready to beat you Max, thats for sure!" said Lando confident in his ability

Lando was reading the chat trying to keep up with his fans when he noticed that something was off. The chat was full of questions about someone passing by in the background.

"Calm down chat, jeez! She's just a friend crashing at my place for a while. Now let's get back to the game so we can beat Max." Lando said chuckling trying to calm them down.

"I'm counting on it. And who knows, maybe your 'friend' in the background will bring you some luck." said Bankai while Lando was reading the chat.

"Not you too man. I've just calmed chat down, don't make them start again. She is just a friend" said Lando trying to hold chat into place

"Yeah, right guys. 'Just a friend." said Max chuckling

"Seriously guys stop it. She is just a friend, nothing more. She is not even my type anyway, plus she is also a friend of Flo so she can confirm my point." said Lando frustrated with the teasing

In the other room, you were watching Lando's stream. You couldn't help but smile as you listened to his voice and watched him play, feeling warmth in your heart. But when you heard him deny your relationship, your heart sank, and a heavy pain formed in your chest.

Insecurity washed over you. You've always known that being with someone as famous and adored as Lando would come with its challenges. But hearing him say you were just a friend made you question if you were truly good enough for him.

He not only denied your relationship but he also denied you. "She is not even my type".... Those words kept playing over and over again in your mind. You didn't expect him to tell everyone about you but you also didn't expect him to deny you like that.

It hurt you more than you wanted to. That mean voice in your mind getting louder and louder and louder with every second passing.

You felt like you interpreted everything wrong. Maybe you weren't in a relationship, maybe it was something else, but yet if you wouldn't have been in a relationship you wouldn't have told each other 'I love you' as much as you did.

You were questioning everything. You knew it was wrong. You took into consideration that you could've been overreacting right now but your insecurities were louder than your rationality.

You changed yourself into some of your clothes, leaving Lando's clothes, that were previously on you, on the bed. You picked up your phone and walked to the living room.

Once you got there, you grabbed a blanket and you opened the door to the balcony and stepped outside. You needed some fresh air and some quiet to try and calm your mind down.

You put the blanket around you and you set in the chair that was placed there. You set there crying quietly. You didn't want to cry but you just couldn't stop.

As as Lando and the boys started another round in the game, the banter continued.

"Focus on the game, guys. Stop trying to stir up drama." said Lando annoyed with his friends

"Drama? Nah, just trying to figure out when you'll finally introduce us to this mysterious 'friend.'" said Bankai teasing him

"Seriously, Lando, you've got some explaining to do. The chat is blowing up with theories." Max warned Lando as he saw the chat going wild once again

"Theories? It's just a friend, I promise. No hidden agenda." said Lando rolling his eyes, trying to concentrate on the game.

The teasing continued throughout the stream, with Lando playing along, trying to keep the focus on the game.

"Alright, enough about my 'friend.' Let's get back to the action, yeah?" said the curly haired brit while his friends kept laughing

"Fine, fine. But you owe us some answers, mate. We won't forget this." said Bankai before focusing back on the game

As the stream ended, the playful banter echoed in the virtual space, leaving Lando with a smile as he signed off, leaving the mystery of his "friend" hanging in the air, much to the amusement of Max and Bankai.

He was happy he managed to get through the stream without spilling something out, but what he didn't know was the effect his words had on you.

He went to find you, wanting to enjoy some time together before calling it a day, but to his surprise he didn't find you.He saw his clothes on the bed, the ones that were on you earlier and he didn't understand why they were there.

He called your name but no one answered. He looked for you all over the apartment but you weren't anywhere to be found. He sent you texts, still no answer. He called your phone a hundred times but he was still unlucky. He started to get worried but then he noticed the blurry figure of his beloved girlfriend and he walked to the balcony confused.

On the dimly lighted balcony, Lando sat down beside you, his curiosity evident. "Hey, I've been looking for you everywhere, I even called you, why didn't you answer?" He asked concerned

"I didn't heard the phone sorry" you said, your words barely above a whisper

"What's going on? You seem off," he asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

You hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him with a forced smile. "Just tired, I guess. It was a long day." You replied, avoiding eye contact.

Lando sensed something was amiss. "Come on, you can tell me anything. What's going on baby?" he reassured you, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Taking a deep breath, you finally found the courage and opened up. "I... I heard what you said on the stream about me. It just made me wonder if you really meant it" you admitted, vulnerability present in your voice.

Lando's expression softened as he realized the impact of his words. "Y/n baby, you know it's not like that. You mean more to me than anyone else. I just didn't want people prying into our private lives," he explained sincerely.

You nodded, a mixture of relief and lingering insecurity in your eyes. "I get it, but sometimes it's hard to hear those things, even if I know they're not true. I couldn't stop my mind from thinking it's true" you confessed, tears falling down your face

Lando pulled you into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry if it hurt you. I'll make it up to you, alright? I don't want you doubting how important you are to me, ever! Trust me my love, you are everything I've ever wanted and more! I love you more than anything so please stop doubting yourself and your place in my life!" he promised, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

As you sat there, the weight lifted off your shoulders. Lando understood the importance of his words and remembered that people can interpretate them differently.

You sat there, looking at the stars, holding each other close. You managed to calm yourself down and let your rationality take over. You looked up to look at Lando's face. As if he got a cue, he looked down at you with wonder in his eyes.

"I love you! And I'm sorry I overreacted" you said quietly avoiding his eyes

"I love you too baby! And I'm sorry for what I said" he whispered leaning in to kiss you.

You sat there, on the cold balcony for a little longer. You fell asleep due to the exhaustion caused by all the crying. Lando noticed and picked you up carrying you to the bedroom. He placed you down on the bed before joining you.

"I love you more than anything my love, never forget that" he whispered kissing your forehead before he pulled you closer falling asleep in your arms.

[pixiecaps]

i hope you're already asleep it's so late for you but on the topic of the finale ending honestly i understand why people are so upset by it, i think it royally sucks, but imo it was created entirely because they really needed some way to wrap things up and i think almost everyone would agree that it shouldn't have and wouldn't have ended that way had things been different and had the server not needed to end so abruptly.

like idk you KNOW i'm a canon compliant guy but for this thing specifically i genuinely don't consider it canon and think it should fully be ignored, and i think basically everyone involved would be fine with that. also honestly in my mind everything purgatory and after is non-canonical in that it shouldn't have happened either and the reset is definitely not canon so that makes it easier for me to ignore it completely. i think what players and admins stated about their characters is canonical within reason and otherwise i don't think any of it matters all that much because of how the server ended. like to me i know the reality is that that is how it ended and we don't have any other ending to go off of but because of the circumstances there's just no way i could consider it canon and i already spend all my time dreaming up ways to rewrite all the shit that happened before then, nevermind a garbage hastily written ending that only wrapped up one plot thread (the eggs) and didn't even do that correctly (it completely retconned so much about the eggs and i know a lot of lore got retconned and changed over time but it's particularly agregious).

idk where i'm going with this insane rant in your inbox i really don't i just wanted to give my thoughts on that ending and how i take it as a fandom creator because i often see people treating it like it was a legitimate ending even though they hated it and i'm like this is fandom!!! we can ignore it entirely!!! in fact many characters' endings explicitly defy that ending, that was just the way to wrap up the idea of the egg event in some way that made sense. i totally get people being upset by it, i was too, but i was also upset by the previous. five months? of stuff so i kind of can't be bothered to be annoyed by this particular thing.

again this is nonsensical i'm just saying i think we should all ignore it and i've been saying that since the day of bc it was just so obviously not the kind of ending that would've been written under different circumstances. let's all make up better endings forever and ever amen.

anyway hi pix if you're reading this in the morning i hope you got beautiful sleep and dreamt of snoopy and roier all night

hiii 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 i was in fact asleep by the time you sent this:3

that was another point i discussed with someone els where yeah it sucked because they had to wrap it up and “tie everything together” so i agree on that. everything with the qsmp ending wouldve been different under different circumstances.

you’re incredibly real for not considering canon up to a certain point where everything got messy. i think since we’re both very canon compliant people you can understand where im coming from with that frustration and being irked by how everything played out. it was going so well and then 📉📉📉. and heres the thing you know how much i love purgatory okay cause i do but god its truly one of those events where it shouldve been explicitly uncanon i feeeeel. so much of the lore it introduced and everything clashed with everything we had already established and not informing the creators of anything was such a poor choice. but anyways you already know the whole rant.

i do appreciate the reminder of its fandom who cares. i live by that i just get Even More emotional when sleep deprived and was like wow fuck everything and this stupid fucking ending so thats why i made those posts kkkkkkkk. but ye GOOD REMINDERS ITS FANDOM ENDINGS ARE OPEN TO REWRITES AND OUR OWN INTERPRETATIONS!!!!!!!

i did get beautiful sleep ty bell<3333 i hope you got beautiful sleep as well<3333

[writergracethepanda]

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥 Secret Shanghai Edition

the character everyone gets wrong

Marshall. He is canonically an excellent cook, s why are we convinced he'd set something on fire if left alone in the kitchen?

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

no comment

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME I have seen Alisa and Phoebe shipped (let aroace people live and bisexuals are still bisexual even in a seemingly hetero relationship) or those takes I've seen on TikTok of people shipping Rosalind and Benedikt and Celia and Marshall if I weren't on my computer I would put sooooo many barf emojis here

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

luckily nothing yet I believe

worst discord server and why

mine with my friends its sooo annoying how we have incredibly amazing and intelligent and sometimes incoherent conversations like guys we're the worst (sarcasm)

which ship fans are the most annoying?

like I said, anyone who ships the above things needs to stay 10 feet away from me at all times and undergo intense media literacy training

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

I think everyone's answer for this is Oliver. I'm so sorry we (especially me tbh) did you so dirty pre fhh I promise we've learnt our lesson!

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Oliver loves cats. incorrect. Cats are his entire life. there is a difference, and we need to recognize it.

worst part of canon

roma and Alisa's dad just disappeared before I could beat him up

worst part of fanon

we're too funny my stomach literally hurts from laughing too hard sometimes. Seriously though, the above ship takes that make my blood boil, as well as some complaints about how a lot of us talk about how we think certain characters are neurodivergent/disabled. While I think some of those are actually considered canon, I don't understand why people are so made that we (a relatively neurospicy bunch) are identifying the parts of characters we relate to and labeling them. We're doing you no harm and not interfering with your ability to enjoy the characters. Shouldn't it be a good thing that we're able to identify with the characters? Just mind your business. (also anyone who erases Rosalind's and Alisa's aroaceness that is indeed canon and I hope both sides of your pillow are too warm)

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

I don't think any

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I don't think anyone hates these guys, but why don't we ever talk about the couple from LVC? They were so sweet, and I'm kind of sad we didn't get any mention of them in FHH.

worst blorboficiation

I feel like a bad Tumblr user, but I don't know what this means. is this like uwu-ification?

that one thing you see in fics all the time

@typingwithmyhandstied 's GENIUS

that one thing you see in fanart all the time

Juliette always has the appropriate amount of knives thank you very much for that guys :)

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I personally don't get into the Rosalind is a vampire thing, but I'm cheering you guys on from afar (im just not into vampires lol)

there should be more of this type of fic/art

idk I should probably work on my university au

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

the fact that not only did she feel comfortable falling asleep around Orion (see one of @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist 's recent posts) but Rosalind was also muttering in French in that scene. Her dominant language. She was both out of it enough/comfortable enough with him that she dropped the I was raised in American fake accent and just started speaking normally in this essay I will- basically we need to talk more about the use of multilingualism in the ss books

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

past me would be horrified to know that I like Oliver now

part of canon you found tedious or boring

I think TVD can be a bit boring sometimes, but that makes sense, since it was Chloe's debut, and she's grown immensely since then

part of canon you think is overhyped

the seagreen trio is overrated (they are literally my favorite characters)

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

THE MULTILIGUALISM

ship you've unwillingly come around to

Olivercelia. Like I said, I was his strongest hater pre fhh. Now I see what she clearly sees in him.

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

discourse on ss Tumblr is mostly joking. my personal favorite is when @marsneedstherapy and I pretend to yell at each other in different languages

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

"no one appreciates x enough" I do. I love them.

[iris0gardens]

〣"Run Baby, Run"〣 - Wrench x FEM!Reader

_"you think you ever left my mind? I WAS CRAZY ABOUT YOU."_

TW/TAGS: Romance implied, Violence, Blood, Wrench being Wrench, DEPRESION AAA-

Description: Wrench left San Fran to leave his dedsec Days behind after some drama had happened, going to london to seek revenge for a busted deal. However one particular person didnt seem to stay behind as Wrench has hoped.

Footsteps echoed across the hallway as laughter was heard from the direction Wrench ran from. His Heist of receiving blueprints a bust, someone managed to hack into the system he thought was under his control. Displays all around him displaying a laughing Hare mask, the laughter resembling a female as guards ran across the hallway.

Wrench cursed under his breath as he kept running, attempting to navigate the maze of a building in a hurry as laughter was heard from every place a monitor stood. He wasn't aware he was being tracked or followed as he prepared for the heist and neither did he know the hare mask displayed on the various screens he came across. The male went through every single scenario as to how this heist could've been a bust until he heard an explosion from one of the directions he came from along with a female voice coming from a mega phone "SUP BITCHES, THIS IS HARE TERRITORY NOWW HAHA". The familiar feeling of knowing that voice popped up in his head but due to the circumstances had no time to think about it as he ran out of the building.

Wrench looked around in panic for a car as his LED googles displayed exclamation marks, as soon as he saw a car close by , he sprinted towards it as he heard guards yell for him and shots being fired before another explosion went off. His heart beating heavily as he took out his phone, hacked the cars security system, jumping in and driving off. As soon as he got further from the wreckage, Jackson came onto his com channel. "Dude, what happened?!" Wrench asked hastily as he sped around corners.

"Seems like the Hare really wanted the servers for herself. She wasn't active for years before you came around.." Jackson explained, his voice at the end turning into a mere mutter as he thought of possible explanations. "Did you make any enemies here in London, Wrench?" He asked as Wrench nervously chuckled in response. "Not that I can think off, I piss off people here and there BUT NOT A MAFIA BOSS LIKE THE HARE." he responded annoyed. Jackson laughed into the coms "alright alright, don't get your panties in a knot, Wrench. I will figure out why The Hare wants those servers and you think of ideas as to why she knew you were there."

Wrench signed off the coms and proceeded to make his way back to his safehouse, running through every possible solution as to why the Hare knew but non seemed plausible. Once he came across the thought of the Hare sounding similar to an old friend, he shook his head in disbelief. +It cant be anyone from san fran. Marcus told me everyone was around and safe..+ he thought as he pulled up to the complex, jumping out the car and hurrying up the stairs.

As he got into his safehouse, he closed the door and put his back against the door, sliding to the floor and letting go of a deep sigh he didnt feel before. He barely got out but somehow managed to with the help of The Hare distracting the guards. However he wasnt sure if they shared the same side.

"You know. For a tech Master, you suck at hiding your traces to the fullest extend" A soft female voice rang out and Wrench shot up in shock. He pulled out a gun which happened to be Princess ratarat as looked around frantically, trying to figure out the source of the voice and its owner. "Dont worry Wrench, im not here to hurt you." The female called out as she took notice of Wrenchs panic "I just wish to talk to you..old friend." from behind another wall, a female silhouette walked around with her hands on her waist and a firm stance.

"The hare?! wha- I dont fucking know you and how you got into my home but I highly suggest getting the fuck out" Wrench threated as anger began to boil into his body. How dare this masked stranger think they could just walk into his home without any consequences and especially how they managed to.

"Such a shame. I thought we could share a beer and laugh about it. Like good ol times." The female laughed as she proceeded to slip off the hare mask, revealing it to be Y/N, Wrenchs good old friend.

"I- no..noo. I must be fucking dreaming."Wrench said in disbelief, seeing his old friend and partner in crime right in front of him. "you..I must be high, Marcus said you all were in san fran and you forgot about me.."He explained as he put his gun down slowly, not believing the reality he was currently in.

"forgot about you? Oh darling, I never did. After you left, I was in deep pain because of the hole you left in my heart. YOU were the one who forgot about his friends and me. After everything we went through....you just turned your back on me and left." Y/N hissed out in anger as their E/C darkened. Her body language tensing up and hands clenched into tight fists to the point you can barely see them turning white. "YOU CONFESSEED TO ME AND IN THE NEXT MINUTE LEFT SAN FRAN. NOT CONSIDERING HOW I FELT. IT WAS ALL A ROUGE WAS IT? FOR YOU TO ESCAPE AND GIVE ME A LAST BIG FUCK YOU, Y/N?! I BET I LEFT YOUR MIND AS SOON AS YOU SAW AN ESCAPE"

"you think you ever left my mind? I WAS CRAZY ABOUT YOU." Wrench yelled back. "I WANTED TO TAKE YOU WITH ME SO BADILY BUT I WAS IN A HURRY, I WANTED TO TELL YOU-" His mask turning into red as he proceeded to lift his mask up, throwing in to the side as he looked at her with hurt and anger. "I literally couldn't as I knew you would get hurt trying to follow me. You have no fucking idea how many times I wanted to reach out to you." As he explained his true intentions, his expression turned into sadness as he realised how much he hurt her. Y/N on the other hand approached him, starred deep into his eyes before slapping him. "you..fucker." she laughed out as tears began rolling down her face.

"you have no idea..how much you hurt me and how much I ached to see you again."The female laughed out with sadness as she looked down to hide her tears. Wrench sighed and proceeded to take her into his arms, putting his head ontop of hers as he muttered "I deserved that slap...but holy cow you got stronger"a small smirk creeping onto his face as he thought about the last time he saw her, so excited and happy to know he felt the same love she felt. That memory soon got interrupted by Y/Ns sobs and her holding onto Wrench trembling. They stood there for a couple minutes before the female quieted down, seeming to have calmed down.

"you..fucker."She whispered out before letting go of him, looking up to him with a smirk of confidence. "You believe I would be that stupid as to not follow you?..you are wrong, Reggie."Y/N said before grabbing his shoulders, pushing him down towards her level and crashing her lips on his. Before Wrench could react, she quickly pulled apart and went to grab her mask as he stood there dumbfounded . "As much as I would like to "catch up" about our feelings for each other. Unfortunately we have found ourselves on two different sides, making us enemies. So lets hope you can catch the Hare, sweetheart" she winked at him before putting on her mask and running out of his safehouse with her laughter following behind.

Wrench stood there for a moment before he looked towards the door his past love ran out of and breathed out a frustrated sigh. "fuck..She's gotten more confident."

-AYY as you can tell, I was a bit more inspired with the Wrench one as it was definitely fun to write. Let me know if you want more!-

-not keen on constructive critism as I do this as a way to enjoy myself and share it, so PLEASE NO COMMENT ON MY WRITING STYLE UNLESS ITS A GRAMMER ERROR. THAMK YOUU-

[gingersp1ce547]

Things i want from qsmp prison:

Q!tazercraft to immediately get all the power and or escape bc this is their like 3 or 4th time in this shit and they know how this shit goes (getting power, planning escapes, etc)

Anything with q!phil bc i think the idea of him in prison is honestly just really funny. I hope he does some funny shit with it along side q!fit

Speaking of which i want everyone to be forced to deal with fitpac’s gay bs (affectionate). I think no matter id if they’re separated or together, they’re still gonna be equally annoying.

Q!roier (if he shows up, nw if he doesnt bc i know hes been really sick and also has something going on round then) either being convinced this is a hallucination, he’s still a rat and or both (also spiderbit angst bc why not)

Q!bagi trying to use her former cop experience and it either failing horribly or going great (ill take either) as well as more scenes with her having power over someone else bc i am still living off the high of the fred convo

Q!foolish trying to use his “cop” knowledge and it also either failing horribly or going great because both are equally funny

Q!bad just having fun, unless the eggs lives are at risk obviously, in which case i want him to go full purgatory 1 and destroy anyone in his path.

Everyone else i dont have any specific wants for off the top of my head but im very excited to see what everyone does in this event! (especially people who dont get to interact in big groups with other people on the server)

[pupstim]

Its 3:30 am and im not over today on QSMP Quesadilla island, I made a post about don't think abt how alone bbh is but i think tomorrow im going to make another one with do think abt the support bbh got, because it was a lot...

I said how he's missing Skeppy, and now Dapper and Pomme and as someone pointed out Baghera but he's also got so many of the islanders at his back and supporting him, taking notice of how quiet and distraught he is. They gave him such a big hug in the spawn area, everyone hugging him and I'm pretty sure Jaiden or Foolish started it and yea that just... really says something.

He still is going to have those trust issues I think but I think today helped a bit with them. Everyone was just so gentle with him and they KNOW how much Bad cares for the eggs and how hard he's being hit by them. I was a little miffed by them being so hecking nosy going through Bad's home to find Dapper's Bed but in the grand scheme of things it's not much... Like yea they did that and it doesn't make it okay but they also did it out of worry, they wanted to make sure Dapper was okay because they knew how much Bad would worry. As soon as Bad logged in everyone begged him to go to spawn because they needed to talk to him about it.

I dunno just... He's got these trust issues but everyone really showed how much they cared, when it came down to it they really did care. Foolish and Jaiden gave him the first hugs, everyone talked to him so gently, they all asked how he was and how he was holding up, did their best to distract him and reassure him. Fucking... there was a bit where Foolish was pretending he was adoptable and Bad said he would adopt him which made Foolish immediately say no but then when Bad said "If dapper comes back" Foolish immediately smacked him and told him to not say shit like that because it's WHEN dapper comes back. Because he knows how much Bad cares for his kid and knows Bad needs to hold onto hope, they all do.

Jaiden sat with him in the tree during the capybara summoning, aypierre, pac, fit all reassured Bad that the eggs will be coming back and to not lose hope uuu and Bad and Forever spoke and both of them commiserated in their own dark thoughts and things... Even when Bad got off then hopped on hours later he hung out with Foolish and they kept him included even as he was quiet and just depressed. Foolish dragging him around and doing his best to be annoying trying to get a rise out of Bad but not pushing Bad either...

I am so tired so my thoughts are jumbled but just how fast it went from Bad being against the server to everyone giving a little bit of comfort to their local demon boy and just what that says... Just like all the trust is broken but they built a little bit of it back up again when the eggs went missing and banded together as a community and just how despite everything... they're going to be okay.

[crescentblossom66]

Elevated Memories

A little fic that was more or less done for the Dead Bird Studio discord server. It's once again an experiment where I wrote both Conductor's thoughts, which will be in purple, and also DJ Grooves' thoughts, which will be blue. The point of view switches twice, but it's obvious whose view it's from.

“CUT!!! CUTCUTCUTCUTCUT!!!” I feel a twinge of pain in me eye as I pop a vein, not surprising, given the terrible performance of me owls which nearly caused me ta tear out me feathers. The hatted lassie drops her revolver prop after having desperately tried to get a firm grasp on it, me yellin' likely the cause for her lack of focus. But how could I not yell after the disaster that happened right in front of me very eyes!

One job, these peck necks had the simple job of merely standin' 'round lookin' scared, and they even peck that up! One day I'll just drop dead due to an aneurysm, I swear on me mum! Scene forty two, the accursed number that haunts me nightmares and even me wakin' hours. We've been stuck filmin' that damn scene over and over till I can quote it word for word for the past 3 hours now. One time an owl knocked a cactus prop over (They'll get the repairs for that taken out of their wage, obviously), another time a line was mumbled until it was unrecognizable, making me yell at the lad and tell 'im ta take the towel out of his beak, and now this!

I look at the broken camera, murdered in cold electricity by a stray bullet from the owl that was playing the leader of the greatest bandit group that would ever be featured in a Western, no, in the entirety of cinematography!...given that I donnae suffer a stroke befer we finish it. Me feathers raise the longer I look at the broken lens of me camera, and I subsequently shift me gaze over ta the culprit who's quiverin', unmistakably aware that I'm gonna rip him a new one. “Ye dimwitted, feckless, spineless, piece o'-” I turn me gaze away from the sobbing, misty-eyed pile of misery that was squirming after I grab him by the collar, and turn it ta the young lassie that pulled me sleeve ta get me attention.

“Accidents happen, he didn't do it on purpose. I'm sure that I can fix the camera in my spaceship later.”

Later, LATER!!! I NEED THAT CAMERA NOW! I CANNAE WAIT TILL LATER! WE'LL BE BEHIND SCHEDULE!!! If we cannae record the scene, me lousy peck neck of a rival will dance smugly in front of me during the next studio meetin' and taunt me in front of everyone by tellin' me how slow I am at recordin'. At least I make sure that I create with quality and not shoddily! If I donnae have enough time, me movie will lack flourish and grandeur and if I lack that then...then...I'll lose again! I CANNAE LET THAT HAPPEN...EVER!!!

The lassie likely saw me right head-feathers twitch in anger, either that or she heard me grind me beak in frustration as her eyes showed a hint of distress. I take a deep breath ta calm down. Deep inhale...slow exhale, that's better. I place a talon on her shoulder gently, not wantin' ta strike fear inta the only actor I have that is actually worth her money...If I'd pay her, that was...which I don't...Exposure is payment too, right? Right! “Aye, yer right, lassie, but we cannae halt the recordin'. I think we still have a few of 'em in the basement.” The camera destroyer takes a sigh in relief that gets caught in his throat as me gaze briefly lands on him, I can only hope that he can feel the contempt I got fer him. Makin' me waste time, crawlin' 'around the lower parts of the studio fer a replacement camera, wastin' time and resources, all because he cannae even aim straight...Peckin' buffoon...

The elevator takes his sweet time, as usual and it annoys me, just as usual. I tap me foot letting out a growl that results in the wee kid next ta me takin' a step away from me, the little tune that she had started ta hum a felt eternity earlier, getting' slightly off tune. “Wouldn't it be faster if the Express Owls helped in the search for a camera?” The young girl next to me asks cautiously, the small smile on her face looking more forced as the seconds pass.

I have to stifle a scoff, as I cross me wings. “These scatterbrained bundles of anxiety? Pah, me dead granny would be able ta get the “SS literally can't sink” back ta the surface and fixed befer these morons find a camera, even if it stands right in front o' their faces.” A rather defeated sigh escapes the mouth of the young lass, but she cannae deny that I'm right, they'd be more of a nuisance than helpful. I make me way inta the elevator and press the button fer the lower floors, grumbling as I know that the descent will be a long one. Around a minute in, and around halfway ta the bottom, the pleasant humming of the young lassie starts up again, and I can see 'er look less tense in my peripheral vision.

I ain't that scary, am I? I need ta command a certain amount of authority or the lads willnae do what I want 'em ta...Trying ta reason never did work, it didn't befer, and it won't now either. Still...am I scaring the wee lassie?

Thankfully, me hatted actress doesn't seem to realize what I meself noticed at that moment, that me posture had shifted ever so slightly, me head-feathers lowered and me shoulders slouched a bit. I quickly straightened up again befer she snaps out of the happy daydream the lass seems to be havin', her eyes unfocused and a wide smile on her face. Cannae show any weakness or doubt, never!

Upon reaching the blasted basement, the first thing we come across, like every time, is the ever growin' pile of bills. “There aren't a lot of cinemas on this planet, are there?” With that, the girl drew attention to the biggest issue this planet had, WAAAAYYY too many uneducated, simpletons who don't understand the greatness, the unlimited potential of the bestest art form ever conceived, cinematography!

“Aye, lass, it's a darn shame, everyone is a critic these days.” I continue walkin', motioning for me wee actress to follow. “A'ight, the cameras should be somewhere 'round 'ere.” I pray that me crew hasnae rearranged things again...last time was a disaster that I had been lucky enough no one saw...nearly fell off one of these crates...

The lass keeps hoppin' from crate ta crate, focusing on readin' the old and sometimes crudely written labels on the boxes on me side of the storage area. “You really have to work on your calligraphy, Conductor. My handwriting is better and I've only been on this planet for a few months.”

Who does this wee hatchling think she is?! Accusin' me of bad handwriting! I can read it and nae a bird has ever complained about it!...It might explain why me owls seem to be unable to read a basic and easy ta understand script...nah, they're just illiterate peck necks!

“Pah! This likely ain't even me handwriting, lassie. Ye're just confusin' it with something one o' owl wrote.” I shake my head smiling a bit self-satisfied at me explanation, but the smile leaves me face again the next second.

“Caution! Highly Exblowsive!-” The lass' smile turns rather smug, causing me ta scowl. “It's signed with 'Conductor'. You spelled explosive wrong, by the way.”

I cross me wings and defend me honor as best I can. “Must have been a prank from those dull-witted penguins.” I cannae face her directly, feelin' a bit called out, but I can hear a knowing 'sure' from the troublemaker. “Quit yer yappin' and find us a damn camera, lass.” She only giggles and thankfully doesnae comment any further. I search the ground boxes fer a camera, only find' useless junk aside from one crate. I had been wondering where my McGuffins were! Thought someone stole them...a certain talentless penguin to be more specific.

“Found it! Look!” I look up at the hatted kid and follow where she's pointin', praying internally that what I had been afraid o' the whole time since we got here wouldnae be the case, but alas, it was. A box, indisputably labeled 'Cameras', cracked open slightly to reveal the lens o' one o' the motion capturing devices which at that angle perfectly captured the ground far below, taunted me with it's presence at the very top of a tall stack. “It's a bit hard to reach from here...” While I stand there, trying ta compose meself again, the lass looks around probably attempting ta find a way ta reach the box with the cameras. “...Can't you just...fly up there. You're a bird, right?...I mean you have wings and tail feathers and other bird-like properties, even if I can't tell what bird you're supposed ta be...if I were to describe you, I'd say 'A lot of sharp edges in a suit'”

I already zoned out at the word 'fly', barely registering the rest of her sentence. Flying, a very easy concept for any bird, and taught at a young age, yet...something that caused me nothin' but grief.

Why does this stupid crate have ta be so far up there!? How am I supposed ta tell the lassie that I cannae fly? She'll laugh at me! She'll think I'm weak and pathetic!...She'll walk away and never come back...

I nearly gasp in surprise when I feel small hand on me shoulder and turn to look inta the concerned eyes of the young girl. “You were spacing out there...-” Her eyes wander up and down as if to scrutinize me “-You're shaking and panting slightly...Are you okay?”

I laugh heartily to mask the panic that had settled in me bones. “Of course! I'm just fine and dandy! Was just thinkin' 'bout the bills and all that jazz.” She seems to buy that sorry excuse I scrambled together and I internally sigh in relief.

“Just fly up there and get one of the cameras down. I can run up the walkway next to the stack and grab the stand of it if you pass it down to me.” The lass points at the walkway around 10 meters (33 feet) up above us, the stack is a bit taller. the way the option she described could work in theory, but...

“I...I cannae fly up there, lass. I uh, I got a nasty strain in me wing, got out o' bed and me whole wing ached. No flyin' fer me today.” More like no flying for me...ever.

The hatted lass looks slightly concerned. “Oh, okay. I guess we have to try something different.”

Me acting must be unparalleled today! Can't believe she fell fer that! I really dodged a bullet there. If she finds out that I can't fly and that I'm afraid o' heights, the girlie will tell everyone that I'm a coward. I'm nae a coward! I haven't gotten ta where I am now by bein' scared and runnin' away!

While I'm busy celebratin' me tiny victory, me actress heads up to the walkway and tries to climb the stacks o' boxes. That's why I like the lass, always takin' the initiative, being brave and quick on her feet! She reminds me o' meself when I was around her age. I'm in awe when I see that she managed to actually get to the box way up on the stack. “Hey, I think I can pass it down to you if you get up on the walkway.”

Oh no...oh nononononono!!! She wants me ta get up there?! But it's so HIGH up! Merely looking up there is nearly paralyzing! How am I supposed ta get up there! I-I-I-I cannae!...But I gotta! If I donnae get up there, the lass will suspect that somethin' is wrong and will question why I'm hesitatin'. She'll laugh at me, she will.

After taking a very deep breath and gatherin' all me courage. I start ta climb the ladder. As I watch the ground get further and further away, me heart pounds faster and faster in response, and if I could sweat, I'd likely sweat bullets.

You can do this lad, just a wee bit more, donnae think about, about how far away the ground is and...

'Connor is a coward, can't even fly, Connor is a coward, if he drops he'll go bye bye. Even a penguin could fly better than him, much to his chagrin.'

Shut up, SHUT UP!!! I'm nae a coward! Ye ain't got nothin' on me! YER ALL PECK NECKS, EVERYONE OF YE!!! Calm donwn, Connor, calm down...that was ages ago...those idiots are long out of yer life fer good. They achieved nothing while ye made yer dream a reality. Ye got this!

With shaking wings and a posture which likely would have resulted in me rival's obnoxious, deep and hearty laughter if he saw me right now, I make it onto the walkway. The only savin' grace in all this is that the young lass has her back turned ta me and cannae see me sorry state.

Donnae panic, whatever the peck ye do, donnae panic! Yer an adult, a strong and tough director. A wee bit o' height won't beat ye, ye cannae let it beat ye! One step befer the other...Fight it, Connor, fight it!

By focusin' only on the box and the lassie, I make it over ta the stack. So far so good, just need ta not look down and everything will be fine. “I'm in p-position, lass. Give me t-ta the c-camera.”

“...Don't you mean 'give the camera to me?” The girl pulls the camera out of the box, stumbling a bit as she had nowhere to really tread. “Are you sure that you're okay, Conductor? You look a bit...scared.”

“I ain't scared! Who do ye think yer talking ta?! A-Aye...Aye, I'm fine, just be careful, yeah?” With one swift and rather skillful motion, the kid with the hat pulls out the camera from the box and tries ta hand me the stand, however, an agonizing arm's length stands between me and being able ta continue recordin'. I gulp, gluing me vision ta the camera, me heart poudin' in me chest and the beat reverberating in me ears. It takes all me self control ta not have me beak chatterin' ta nae show the lass just how terrified I really am. Don't look down! Don't look down! Whatever the peck ye do, donnae look down! The words of the lass hardly reach me ears, something about stretchin' was all I can hear. I lean forward ever so slightly, felling like I'm goin' ta throw up me lunch.

Ye got this! Ye got this! Ye got this! Quit panicking and jus' grab the pecking camera, Connor! All ye have ta do is reach out and grab that blasted camera!

Creak

“AAAAHH!!!”

So high! Too high! Too threatenin'! I'LLDIEI'LLDIEI'LLDIE!!! IT'LL BREAK ME! GRAVITY WILL BREAK ME! DKHGOÖG ODGÖCJOÖRM GEGÖIHFKDLFKJC VÖWOHSLJA;D GLC

The next moments felt like a blur. All I can recall now is that I jolted away from the railin' of the walkway and pressed me back against the wall opposite of it so much that me back now hurts. Me heart was goin' so quick I could hardly tell on heartbeat from another. I felt sick, I only felt that sick once in me life befer. The fear must have overtaken me. The last thing I recall was that someone moved me!

“-EY! C_NDUC___ ! A__ YOU _KAY?” Me heart still beatin' louder than the volume of me train's whistle and bell combined makes it hard ta understand the words directed at me. It's the lassie's voice though, I'm sure o' it. I try ta calm down and gather me thoughts again. I open me eyes that I had closed shut tightly after I stumbled back against the wall. “You're safe, I brought you to the ground. What happened there? Are you okay?” The first thing I see after me vision clears after havin' me eyes closed fer who knows how long, could have been hours or minutes, I had lost all sense fer the passage of time in the panic, are the deep blue eyes of the hatted girlie.

After takin' a few more deep breaths ta calm down, I freak out yet again after realizing something.

The lass had seen me panic and fear on full display!!!

Oh no! What do I do? Me reputation! Me image is going to be ruin ferever! The lass is likely laughing at me internally, tauntin' me by feigning worry! AHHH! I'M FINISHED! ME DAYS AS A DIRECTOR ARE NUMBERED! T-The owls will laugh at me! The penguins will make fun o' me! I'll be know as the wimpy failure of a director! And the worst thing is, that DJ will win! I cannae beat 'im, That damn penguin will get everything!

'Connor is a coward, can't even fly, Connor is a coward, if he drops he'll go bye bye. Even a penguin could fly better than him, much to his chagrin.'

NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!

The harsh shaking me undaunted actress was giving me in an attempt to bring me back ta me senses, nae doubt, makes me gasp and pant, but it has the effect that she wanted.

“Don't panic, okay? Everything is alright. Uh...I-I'm going to go and get help. I'll hurry, okay?” The girl gives me an empathetic looking fake smile and runs away.

She'll tell the others.....this is it, me career is over...Nae a soul is going ta want ta watch me movies...everyone will laugh and wheeze at how pathetic I am. A pathetic loser...they were right, weren't way? The other kids back then were right. I'm a good-fer-nothing...Cannae fly, am afraid o' heights...Pathetic, truly unbearable and inferior garbage...nae a bird, just as they always said.

I ignore the tears that are threatenin' ta stain me clothes and get up, me head hanging low, me vision locked on the ground in front o' me, the wooden boards now feeling less safe and more wrong than ever befer. Shaky steps echo down the silent hallway as I walk, not even sure where ta exactly, but away, far away from the birds upstairs. The bustling background noise and their chattering soon to be replaced by scornful and condescending laughter. Laughter aimed at me. Laughter aimed at the last shreds of me pride and dignity.

-

“Alright, darlings, just one more scene. I can feel it, this movie will be our greatest one yet!” With a smile, I watch as my diligent and lovely actors get ready for the next scene of our soon to be magnum opus. I was about to sit down in my director's chair and start the fabulous new scene that I added only this morning, but the double doors behind me being pushed open with enough force to make them hit the wall behind them makes me instantly turn around. I expect to see the grim and unpleasant faced of my annoying rival, bristled feathers and tawdry clothes and all. I'm ecstatic when the intruder turns out to be my stylish diva.

I knew that she couldn't resist coming over to my side of the studio for long, no one can stay sane with that loud, grumpy bird breathing down their necks, just waiting to yell 'cut' for the thousandth time that day. She's getting over here rather fast and she seems upset if that look on her face is any indication...What did that foul-mouthed Conductor do to her?!

I frown, fearing the worst for my celebrated diva, full on ready to storm over to my rival's depressing set to have a stern word with him. “Ah, nice to see you, darling! What brings you here on this fine day?” The girl stops in front of me, her eyes wide as she tries to speak inbetween pants, she must have sprinted over here.

“Conductor...panic...don't know...what to do!” I raise an eyebrow, turning to the penguins behind me to see if any of them understood what my little star was trying to communicate to us, I only receive shrugs as an answer.

I bet that egomaniac yelled at her, for some trivial thing no less! Maybe whatever he said or did made her panic and run away in terror, I wouldn't put it past him. If there's one thing that the Conductor can never rein in it's that horrid temper of his! Alright, Grooves, first things first, the girl needs some positive attention for once.

The hatted darling inhales deeply as I place my flipper on her shaking shoulders and pull her a bit closer to comfort her. “Deep breaths, darling, everything's fine. You're safe here.” She nods and I wait a few seconds for her to catch her breath before I address her again. “What happened, was the Conductor mean to you?” I give the girl a friendly smile, trying to hide my anger over the awful, yet unsurprising bad treatment that likely got her into the state that she is in.

My distressed diva looks up at me, showing not fear as I had first suspected, but worry. “I...I don't really know what happened. He panicked and I had to take him down form the walkway and...” She has the same look in her eyes of a girl that had done something bad and felt guilty, yet I fail to make sense of the situation.

I bend down to talk to her, trying to be less intimidating to the child that way, hoping it might mitigate her panic. “Just start from the begin, darling. Tell me everything that happened.”

She meets my gaze again, at least the look of guilt switching to worry once more. “I was helping out Conductor today and we were on the first set after you enter his side of the studio. It wasn't going too well and he got really angry once an owl broke one of his cameras. I told him that I could fix it and bring it back to the set tomorrow, but he said that interrupting the recording was out of the question. We went to the basement and he acted strangely after we found the camera in a box that was on top of a huge stack of crates.”

I give her a nod in understanding. So my rival was his usual self, an insufferable menace to his owls and likely himself , what else is new. “What do you mean by, 'acted strangely'? Did he break something down there in his rage? Wouldn't be the first time, darling.”

“No, that wasn't it, he wasn't violent. It was...more like the opposite, when I told him to climb up to the walkway while I got the camera, he looked really freaked out, like he was scared and then...” She cast her eyes down to her feet again, hesitating until I lightly squeeze her shoulders to prompt her to continue. “He panicked and jumped back, hitting the wall behind him on the walkway. I got shocked and worried and hurried over immediately after. The Conductor was shaking like a leaf, and had sat down and pulled his knees to his chest. His breathing came in quick and deep, but ragged breaths, like he was gasping for air constantly. He..even started crying.”

...Did I just hear that right? The great, confident, tough strong man Conductor...cried. Now THAT would be a sight to behold! That old bird finally feeling terrible for once after making me and everyone around him feel like trash Every. Single. Day! No matter what caused it, it serves him right!

“He cried, darling? That's...awful, truly.” The girl nods.

“Yes...I feel bad for him. Can you help me calm him down?” I can't ignore the pleading eyes of the girl and try to look sorrowful to match the solemn atmosphere, but I can't deny the triumph I feel over the news.

“Of course I'll help, we can't leave the old bird in that state now, can we?” We could, but I don't think that my little star here would approve of that. She makes a motion to get me to follow her and I do as prompted, leaving my flashy and welcoming set and side of the studio to enter the bland, dark and dusty side of my rival. I briefly glance at the owls we walk past, they seem to try and console one of their own. I wager that owl was the Conductor's latest victim, tormented by the wrath of his superior and treated in an unkind and despicable fashion, I can't help but let a small frown cross my beak.

The poor darling fidgets and steps from one foot to the other nervously, she even took down her top hat, kneading it as we wait for the elevator to take us down to the depths of the studio.

In all honesty, I always hate the basement, the state of disrepair the whole lower floors is in is very concerning, but when I mention it in meetings, everyone glosses it over as if the problem will magically fix itself. One would think that the winners of the movie awards have a lot of money, but with the lack of cinemas on this planet, it's impossible. What a sad and uninspiring world we live in, a true tragedy. It would all be better if the Moon had more cinemas, my popularity would sky rocket!

When we reach the lower floors, the little darling sprints ahead so fast that I have a hard time following her, not because of my fabulous plateau shoes of course, merely because I like to take my time walking...through this...dark...gloomy, totally not vibe destroying basement.

A new coat of paint would do the place wonders, I'm sure. Unfortunately, I never have the time for that...or to fix the ceiling that's leaking. That old owl really shirks all responsibility. As famous as a celebrity, but having a workplace like a hobo with barely enough money to pay for food and water, the Conductor wouldn't know about aesthetics if they punched him in the face.

The girl stops on the ground in corner, looking around frantically, no sign of the yellow-feathered 'bird'. “Where is the Conductor, darling?”

She gives me a worried and panicked look...She really worries about that old geezer, huh. “H-He was here before! I left him here and told him to stay when I went to get you for help!”

“Calm down, I'm sure that I know where he is.” I know this bird for long enough, much to my chagrin. If I were the Conductor and I was freaking out horribly and was scared where would I go for comfort? The Owl Express, of course! “I'm sure that he went to his train, darling, we should start our search there.” I take the hand of the young girl to comfort her, it's trembling, making me feel sorry for the girl. Scaring a girl like that Conductor, no matter how bad you may feel, don't break down in front of a poor child.

We head to the station outside, the hot desert sun, cooking me alive...who in their right mind built a studio out here in such a hostile environment anyway? Penguin or not, this heat can't be good. I wonder if the creature of this planet would freeze on the Moon...Wanting to get out of this singeing heat as fast as possible, I waste no time heading to the vehicle that I despise more than cyclists on the city roads...they really have to make designated lanes for those soon, or I won't be held accountable for my actions. “Conductor, are you there!” I yell, waiting for the inevitable hostile yell back...but it never came. No 'Go away, ye stupid peck neck!', no 'Piss off, Grooves!', nothing, just silence.

“Maybe he isn't here, he could be in his office.” The theory of my young star was quickly disproved when steam comes from the sides of the train as if the old steam locomotive was about to start moving, and sure enough, the heavy wheels of the pride and joy of my rival begin moving. For a moment I just stand there, beak agape, until I make a decision. I grab my diva's hand and head toward the caboose, we could jump on as long as the train doesn't gain too much speed.

Very mature, Conductor, just leave the station and run away like a child who did something that would anger their parents instead of facing either me or the little darling. So much for being a tough guy, nothing but a despicable coward! I'm getting steam all over my clothes, but I'm doing it for the young star, not for irredeemable egomaniac!

We barely leap onto the train in time, just before it gets enough speed to just leave us in the dust. “Whoa, that was close! Why did he want to leave us behind like that? We just want to talk with him.” The hatted darling laments, I can see that she wants to help, but knowing that owl, he tried to escape just so he doesn't have to explain himself.

I'm starting to wonder just how bad whatever happened to the Conductor really was, if he went to such lengths to get away. In hindsight, it would have been smarter to have my little actress call out to him instead. I should be happy that he's so out of it, yet this whole situation is so bizarre.

We make our way from the back of the train to the front where we likely find either a triumphant Conductor, who's going to laugh at me for falling for this rather sick prank, or a really distressed Conductor. I'm still a bit unsure which, but he normally isn't the type for such elaborate pranks, he lacks the intelligence to come up with something like this. The interior of the train always makes my eyes hurt, it feels like most if is as old as the owner of it himself. Something one would find in an old country club from the 19th century, ancient, dusty, dull and worn, I should sue him and demand personal injury compensation for the eye strain this is causing me. The hatted darling soldiers on, undaunted by the antiquated furniture that tortures me by merely existing much like my rival does.

The moment we arrive at the front door, the young girl wastes no time and knocks on the door daintily. “Conductor, are you okay? Can you open the door please.” I swear I heard a small gasp at the question. “I just want to help” I make a decision after seeing that the young girl next to me started to cry from worry. I know it is rude, but I consider barging into the room payback for all the times he did this to me, and I called him out on it several times too, yet he never payed it any mind.

I push the door open, still half expecting him to either laugh in my face or push me out immediately in his standard hostile fashion, but when I enter, I don't see the Conductor at all. He couldn't have left, could he? I heard him in here just before. All I see now though are the controls of the train and his chair near the panel with the gazillion buttons that no one but him had any idea what they do. “Are you in here, Conductor?” I call out, once again not really receiving an answer. I carefully step into the room, making sure that he won't catch me of guard, maybe it's a bit paranoid, but I'm not taking any chances with that old coot. When I do find him, I can fully understand why the hatted darling reacted the way she did, that Conductor was a shadow of himself. He sits huddled together in the little area right under the control panel, shaking a bit still. The moment he sees me, his already lowered head feathers lower even more and I swear that flinched slightly.

How pathetic and small he is now, not so confident and condescending now, are we? It serves you right, Conductor! Whatever happened finally put you down a peg and I can't say that I disapprove. Maybe now you finally know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of suffering.

The kid elbows me and I realize that I was smiling before, an inappropriate reaction for sure, however she doesn't understand just how many times this owl forced me to feel the exact same way! I deserved the satisfaction of seeing him forlorn and pained for once. I sigh. She was right, I had to at least try to be the bigger person here, for the little darling's sake.

“What are you doing down there, Conductor?” I nearly expected the following action of my rival, turning away instead of facing me, only making himself smaller to fit even deeper into the small crevice. Nearly instinctively, I reach my arm out to touch the owl's shoulder to get him to react, but he slaps it away in a swift and violent motion of his wing, the first action today that was in character for the yellow eyesore.

Be like that then! If you want to behave like a little chick and sulk, be my guest. I have done what I could! There's no way to talk to the owl if he's in his stubborn mood, moving the whole studio by hand would be easier.

“Can you at least tell me that you're okay now?” The girl next to me asked the yellow-feathered bird who took a deep breath, but didn't reply. This was getting rather ridiculous, he is a grown bird, he should act like one!

“Conductor, at least answer the question. The little darling did help you out after all.” It's faint, but I can finally hear something that sounded like quiet muttering. I had to strain my ears to hear the choked up whisper, but it sounded like 'Did you tell anyone?' I turn to my little diva with one eyebrow raised and she answered the question that I asked non-verbally.

“No, I didn't tell anyone about what happened except for DJ Grooves here.” The most exasperated and anguished groan escapes the jagged beak of the pile of misery under the panel, it was almost a wail. The hatted darling cringed slightly, maybe realizing that telling your friend's rival that he had a mental breakdown wasn't the smartest move.

I sigh loudly. “Look, Conductor. I'm not here to make fun of you.-” Although I kind of want to deep down. “-Now get out from under there and tell us what happened?” I bend down to check on the owl, who gives me a scrutinizing glare, likely trying to gauge if I was speaking the truth.

“Fine, ye both ain't gonna leave till I tell ye anyway, are ye?” Wow...if his voice sounded awful normally, now it sounded dreadful, he must have been crying. I make some space for the old owl to exit his little hiding space and the moment that I see him in a brighter environment, I'm taken aback by how messy he looks. His hat is scrunched up badly, and his feathers are a mess, even his normally so prim and proper suit is wrinkled and has wet sleeves.

The little darling wasn't lying when she told me that the Conductor panicked and looked troubled. I don't think I've ever seen him this disheveled, not even when drunk. By the stars...even I feel a twinge of sympathy.

“I'll tell ye what happened...-” I nearly flinch when he goes from looking at the ground like he just got told that he lost a beloved family member to looking me straight in the eyes...if he could actually reach my eye or if he had any to begin with...I now him for god knows how long, but to this day I have no clue if even has eyes. “If ye DARE tell anyone else, I'll rip out yer eyeballs and shove them down yer throat.” The threat would have had more weight to it if his voice hadn't broken half way through it.

“Alright, I promise.” I may not care too much about the state he's in right now, even if it was pretty awful, but it might help ease the girls worries. I sit down on a chair that the little darling provided, she must have sprinted to the cart behind us to get some. I fold my flippers and legs, looking at the my little star briefly before I turn my attention back to the yellow bird.

“This is gonna be a long one, ye better strap in. If either of ye laugh, I'll through ye off me train, ye got it? Good.”

-

“It was bright and sunny, cloudless day in the small town near the desert that I lived in. As always, I was bored out of my wee mind listening to crap about math or physics or suchlike. Total nonsense and nothing I deemed worth me time, so instead I was doodlin' in me textbook. I couldae wait fer the bell ta release me from that boring punishment. When it did, I and the rest of me class rushed outside ta get away from that hellhole as fast as possible.”

“That might explain why you're so bad at spelling.” Hat Kid mumbled and I glare at the little lass then at the DJ that was snickering form her comment.

“Moving on, as I hurried out, one of the peck necks in me class grabbed me backpack and pulled me back and another one o' 'em grabbed me sketchbook where I kept me ideas fer me movies and concepts...and drawings of me pa's train.”

“They bullied you?” The young lassie looked both shocked and saddened.

“Aye, lass, it's just how it is then yer greatness cannae be recognized by the people around ye. Ye get ostracized and shoved 'round like yer unfastened and unclaimed luggage in a train when it goes around a bent.

“Are you sure you weren't pushed around because of your appearance and your height, darling.” If I had the strength to argue in that moment I would have done more than simply snarl at that cruel comment.

“If yer done interruptin' when let me continue the tragic tale that crippled the greatest director known ta bird fer his whole life. Of course I turned around to fight the bastard that did this to me, but being...uh...vertically challenged, I had trouble to get a good hit in and instead got shoved ta the ground. They ran away with me sketchbook, out inta the sweltering sun, taunting me, saying things like: “Come and get it back, shorty! You're never gonna get it back, ground dweller!”

“You couldn't fly, darling? I thought that other birds learned that from a young age.”

“It just didnae come natural to me, okay! I would have been a late-bloomer!...If that incident hadn't ruined any chances of me ever bein' able to fly.”

“What happened, Conductor?”

“I'd be able ta tell ye if ye both would quit interruptin' me very two sentences! I'm tellin' ye something traumatic that happened ta me, show some respect! This is nae easy!” I cross me wings, feeling slightly discouraged by the rude comments from the DJ who seems ta have fun tauntin' me. Why did the lassie take him here?! Of all the people she could have brought here, it just had to be that stupid DJ Peck Neck!

“I ran after them, of course! Chased them all the way up the steep and towering canyon near me home town. The thing was massive, I tell ye, had jagged sharp rocks and the highest point was easily a 50 meter (164 feet) drop, nothin' ta even say about the animal out fer yer blood in its crevices and cracks. Tarantulas and scorpions were hidin there, just waitin' for unsuspecting folk ta claim as victims with their poison!”

The lassie started to shiver slightly and me rival put his dirty flipper on her shoulder. Sure, try to get plus points by calming her down...No one ever calmed ME down as a lad when I was scared, always had to fight me own battles!

“I know that you have a tendency to be dramatic, darling, but please, just stay on the topic, you're scaring the little star.” The lass forced a smile, still listening.

“It's okay, I can handle it. Are there really so many dangerous creatures on this planet? Then again...you guys have tried to kill me already and there's Snatcher and Vanessa...I don't thing anything could ever be scarier than Queen Vanessa.” The girl shivered for a brief moment, both me and the DJ exchanged glances, even through his shades I could tell that he had no idea who that Queen Vanessa character was...unfortunately we both knew too well how scary that purple pool noodle was...Making me fight the lassie was simply despicable.

Before we get further away from the topic, I continue. “So, I had to make the perilous climb to chase after the evil peck necks that took me sketchbook. Unlike the unskilled birds that could fly, I had to climb me way up the canyon, claw me way to the top like a determined mountain climber, just that I didnae even have safety gear. Had I fallen, I would have broken me bones, but I really needed me sketchbook back! Bit by bit I made me way to the top and then it happened, one of the rocks that I tried to reach fer broke off and I nearly fell!”

The girlie was on the edge of her seat, clearly I hadn't lost me touch in story tellin'! It brought a smile ta me face, even if I still felt horrible. I had a massive headache and I felt more sluggish when the day after I failed a stunt and fell on me back. I donae even wish this on the peck neck that sits across from me, even if he deserves it, especially after he rolled his eyes in a dismissive fashion! Dumb peck neck!

Always one for drama, trying to sound like he's a badass like he is in one of his movies. Can he not tell a story like a normal person? I swear, listening to this is painful...I would have left if it wasn't for the little darling.

“Thankfully, I managed to catch myself by finding me footing again. They taunted me the whole time, tearing out pages of me sketchbook, scatterin' them in the wind, laughing those stupid condescending laughter like a bunch o' hyenas. And the worst thing was that revolting, asinine, infuriating singsong crap they said. ''Connor is a coward, can't even fly, Connor is a coward, if he drops he'll go bye bye. Even a penguin could fly better than him, much to his chagrin.' How I hate hearin' that,even thinking about it now makes me blood boil!” I cannae help but clench me hands into fist and I notice me head-feathers twitch again.

“Who were these people that were bullying you?” The kid asked, looking a bit less tense now, but also distraught after hearin' what the group did ta me ol' sketchbook.

“It was Joe and his stupid group o' numb-skulls. That boy always thought he was sooo great, callin' himself a cowboy kid because his father owned an old revolver with nae a bullet that he had taken fer himself. He was popular due to bein' 'brave' and 'strong', pah! That idiot would've peed himself if he were in me situation at the time! An absolutely borderline brain dead idiot, if ye ask me!”

Me rival sighs, but seems a bit less hostile now. “Seems like we unfortunately have something in common then. Some people are just needlessly cruel, much like you.”

“Hate ye too, peck neck.” I glare back at him. “Anyway, I made it to the top and was about ready to rip these guys a new one at that point, so...me anger kinda got the better of me. I charged at them with a guttural roar of rage and...I heroically punched and kicked the guys as best I could, but I was only one wee lad.”

“...You got your ass kicked.” I growl at the penguin.

“Would ye shut yer trap if ye ain't got nothing nice ta say! I fought as best I could! But...aye...I got me tail feathers handed ta me.”

“You got beat up! Did they apologize?” The poor lassie innocent and sweet lassie...I can only hope that she won't turn inta a cynical adult once she learns how harsh this world can be.

“Nae...nae they didnae. It got worse lassie, way worse.”

Now we were getting ta the painful part, the reason why I was so afraid of heights. I can still recall it crystal clear, the hot sun as it beat down on me head, the slight breeze atop the canyon, the sharp and deadly rocks that would skewer me, break me bones and impale me...I can feel me heart race just thinking back on that image alone.

“Are you done with your elaborate and dramatic retelling? Are you finally getting to the part that explains why you freaked out in front of the little darling?” I solemnly nod, going quiet.

An once again I'm taken aback by how quiet and distressed my normally so confident and unfazed rival looks. For him to just quiet down from one second to the next, even his posture changed from annoyed at my comment and the question of my little star, to deeply upset within a few seconds. It was like the wind was taken out of his sails.

“.....I...They pulled me up by me backpack...pushin' me to the very edge of the canyon...Joe and his second in command pushed me till only the straps of me backpack were holding me as they held my backpack, making me nearly fall..I was danglin' trying ta move away, but I was leaning so far forward that all I could see was the precipice...and the s-sharp rocks a-at the bottom.” I could feel the fear return as I tried hard to not have the image burn inta me mind yet again. I feel something warm and it takes me a second to realize that it was the lassie that tries to comfort me.

“That...that's awful, darling. Did they pull you back?”

My question only made the yellow owl flinch, and for the first time today, or maybe ever, I felt guilty that I distressed the Conductor more. His feathers all lowered and he looked like he was going to start crying again. I really messed up now! As awful as that menace can be, even he doesn't deserve to be tortured like that.

I turn away abit, tryin' ta hide the tears that were forming in me eyes again. Be a tough lad, donnae show weakness! STOP BEING A WEE BABY, CONNOR! Just soldier through like always! “T-The straps...they snapped...I-I f-fell...All I could see were s-sharp r-rocks and... and they got b-b-bigger and b-bigger...I-I felt sharp pain e.everywhere. I t-thought that that was it, t-that I'd meet me maker.” I reach fer me left wing, feeling the sharp pain as I did it that day, even thought it wasn't injured..

“I...I'm sorry, Conductor...I had no idea it was that bad...I shouldn't have been so tactless...” It was nice ta here that flashy penguin apologize fer his mistakes fer once.

“I'm sorry that happened to you, Conductor. I shouldn't have asked you to climb up that walkway. I'm a bad person.” I jolt at the blatant drivel that the lassie said.

“Nae, ye ain't! It was me own pride that I couldnae jump o'er! If I had just told ye, I could have avoid all this...I'm sorry I scared ye, lassie.” I hug the young lass tight to me.

“Is that why you...why you can't fly, darling?” I could feel that he was trying to be sympathetic and likely was just curious.

“Aye...I fell ten meters down inta the sharp rocks...I must have passed out as the next thin' I recall was wakin' up in the hospital. The lads at least had enough common sense ta run to the hospital and tell them what had happened. The doctor told me that me left wing got fractured so bad that it wouldnae heal fully and it never did. I can lift it, but I cannae carry more than 20 pounds with it. It aches on some days, usually when the weather changes.” I sigh and cross me wings. “So, there ya have it, that's the reason fer me breakdown, that incident made me afraid o' heights. Every time I'm somewhere that is even remotely high, I feel uneasy. Even standin' on the roof of me beloved Owl Express is a challenge. Ye happy now, now ye know a weakness o' mine that ye can use against me, now ye can torture the livin' daylights outta me.” I expect to hear that boisterous annoying laughter that I had heard so many times when something unfortunate happened ta me. What I didn't expect was for him to lift his glasses briefly to rub his eyes.

“You really think me to be the cruelest and most despicable person on the whole moon and planet, don't you, Conductor?”

“Ye ain't?” I smirk and catch him scoff.

“Oh no, darling, that award goes to you for sure.” I growl and my rival glares at me. Feeling the tension, the young lassie sighs with exasperation.

“Can you two get along for a few minutes at least?” She pouted a little even crossing her arms.

Near simultaneously, two resounding “No!” can be heard.

[silver-wield]

Hmm I get your point now about the "Zack feelings" I really do, so thank you for this! But personally I don't equate it as soldier cloud having feelings 'himself' but that it's just as way to force him to go farther away from tifa. Which we literally have to do in the game, to get her affection stats up. Also, to place that in is to also amplify that CA is never a thing that has it's own entity, it's all built by the illusion of ZA, which aerith is suffering from as well. Only idiots which they are, will be happy for such a lie, and at that point it's easier to just show zack and be done with it. I really don't get the appeal of it, because we have telenovelas where, for example a heart transplant is made and you fell in love with the one who the original owner loves but you love someone else already. In the end, the mc just forces himself to see what's real and like servers his ties with the owner's underlying wishes had he lived. He is not this person and he is only in love with his first love. Aka not real.

You see I'm trying to wrap my head around her resolution scene about something not being real. And I did find a cloti who insisted, that soldier cloud is incapable of falling in love because his affections, his ability to love is locked within the lifestream, that is for tifa only. Now, so whatever romantic feelings he may have, any sort of "falling in love" feeling he may have for her, is not love , but just 'attraction'. So it isn't real. But this is where it becomes weird to me. So soldier cloud cannot love but he can feel attraction? So this is him feeling attraction for aerith... While shamelessly pinning for tifa at the same time? I assume this is for the fans who want to get her hence the "even IF" and not "even THOUGH" because not everyone will favor her after all in they playthrough. But it gives precedent that if jenova, us the players favoured her.. that would mean soldier cloud is capable of being attracted to her in his soldier cloud way without the interference of 'zack', hence still felt by his own feelings but not to the extent of real cloud's?

This doesn't make sense to me because in part 1, it's very evident that he is not attracted to aerith in any shape or form. But it is built up that he is very much so with tifa. So the 'attraction' part just makes me go huh? In this theory. Doesn't paint him in a good light even if it's not his fault, but the player's.

I suppose im just finding a way to see if cloud, despite being forced by the player to do things, will not waver ever. After all affection points show the character chosen's affection for you, but not necessarily the mc himself.

I hope I made sense, I hope I'm not annoying. I've seen some really believe in this cloti's theory and it just sends weird vibes to me, so in short it forces me to just believe that soldier cloud is fickle in nature but this isn't real cloud anyway. Real cloud is loyal to tifa. Hmm... It would be great if this is evidently clear but still it seems as though it hints a disgusting possibility that had cloud been complete and never broken? Maybe he would be attracted to her because he did when he was broken, but it's just that tifa came first so it cannot be. I hate it, so this is why I don't like this theory I keep on seeing. I just don't see cloud have a thing for women who mess with his boundaries as shown with almost all the females in the game. Tifa is the only different one on purpose.

English isn't my first language so saying all of these across was difficult but I hope I made sense. I still think there's more that can expand on this part of soldier cloud in general though. It's pointless for me to find a direct answer for everything now anyway, so I'll just wait. I just don't want 'any implication' that aerith had a chance in any way, because Tifa deserves better than be another choice unlike how cloud is 'the one' for her alone. Strict, I know.. but I don't care.

Okay it's not that soldier Cloud has his own set of separate feelings, it's that Cloud has feelings, but some are neutered by jenova so it's like he gets a diluted version of them. There's also Sephiroth manipulating him for his own purposes, so he's under this constant state of mental assault.

Cloud loves Tifa. It's the core of his entire being. Everything he ever did was to be worthy of her in hopes that she'd fall in love with him. That core can't be removed. We see what happens in OG when Cloud loses Tifa's trust. He pretty much falls apart and goes full black cloak doing Sephiroth's bidding. That's why Seph wants to keep Cloud on edge around Tifa. The less close they are the more control he has, but jenova hates Aerith. She hates cetra because they purify the planet's energy and her goal is to rot it from the inside and use it as a ride to the next planet so she can repeat the process. That's why Aerith has to die from Jenova's pov. But Sephiroth is using Aerith to force Cloud to keep his distance from Tifa because around Aerith he is more distant from his true feelings.

At no point does Aerith stand a chance with Cloud because Cloud's true feelings for Tifa always exist, even if he can't fully reach them all the time. When he's around Tifa he becomes closer to his true self, but he won't be himself until the lifestream scene.

[lordiavolo]

hi my dear tumblrinas... im going to semi abandon this accnt as well as taking a break from my discord. when i started my "Identity" as link i was so much different then i am now. i believed different things and thought in different ways. ive changed so much its crazy, wnd i just feel like ive grown out of it. coming back to this blog always makes me slip back into that.

also having bpd sometimes as much as i wish it didnt makes me less toxic/better mentally if i avoid people :^( i dont want things to be that way, and im still trying to figure out the balance and how to accept friendships as human connections insead of transactional, so im not going to log onto discord for a while, but i will come back there eventually! i just dont want ppl to think im mad or ghosting u! im just trying to learn how to be an adult and how to be kind and offline

i will likely come back here just to post art, so im not totally abandoning this account, but i wont really engage with any replies/rbs anymore, just drop my art and scurry back into my hole lol.

om archive server ppl i love u and im sorry im a bad admin 😭. i am still actively archiving, and i wish i could figure out a better plan for having a public archive, ive just gotten really scared of letting everyone down or making ppl mad so i keep disappearing from our server :(

everyone who liked my posts and put up w me being annoying and always tried to see the good in me thank u. ily. if u want my discord (even tho ill be away for a while) u are more than welcome to send an ask or dm edit: also adding to this that i really dont like that i was ever involved in harassment campaigns, even indirectly. even if we disagreed on something its against my morals to do shit like that, and i wish i hadnt. one day i hope to be able to reach out to anyone i hurt directly and apologize, but im still sort of worried i may frighten someone by doing so (ie getting a message from someone you had problems with can be intimidating as i have been through before), so i hope that for right now this apology at least will mean something to you.

[rusty-gloinks]

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WHAT.ojay 😍

1.the character everyone gets wrong

i dont know man….

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

IM NORRT ANSWRING THIS……😭

3.screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

i also dont know.idont keep up eith bad takes

4.what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person? proshitter 😕

5.worst discord server and why which ship fans are the most annoying? lucky me dont gots discord woaaaaowaaaaowwaaaaa🎶🎶🎶

6.what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

V . Sorryr.

7.common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

i forget waht shit the fandom says sometimes. i don’t know thgis either

8.worst part of canon

luisa or whatever tessas moms name is.shes evil and I’m so glad they’re dead (dad included . Hope they get put in the deep fryer hope someone takes home a bucket of kfc and it’s actually them (/J. i am angry about them

9. worst part of fanon

ships

10. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

SPOILERS???? I GUESS???? I jsurr wanna enjoy my stuff in peace

11. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Sam.he does drugs rhars cool always do drugs (JOKEING

12. worst blorboficiation

N. I DONF CAREEEEEEEEE AAAAA

13. that one thing you see in fics all the time

I’ve only read like 2. Idk man

14. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

N ??????

15. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

i soemtimes don’t understand why people like anything.i think we should all hate.so much hate in the world .. (neutral on this I don’t have anything serious to say

16. there should be more of this type of fic/art

csn we get more Sam plewse what if she was really alive

17. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

Uzi likes cows we need more stuff of her and cows.that’s literallt so cute I dont care if you can’t draw cows you will understand that she likes baby cows.

18. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

gore gore gore gore gore

19. part of canon you found tedious or boring part of canon you think is overhyped

i dont knw.😭😭😭😭EPSLODES

20. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

shelikes cows I said this

21. ship you've unwillingly come around to

Nuzi but not alot kind of. Itdfs kinda cute igeuss!!!!!!!! Idontknwo mixed feelings

22. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

ships. Lol!!!!! And also v dying

23. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

anything that comes out of vanitymoths mouth I hope they explode /hsrs

[rin-and-jade]

hello, cohost of a relatively newly discovered system here, i just saw a post you made in response to new system ask, and i was curious about how we would go about developing an innerworld.

i am led to believe we have aphantasia, so we cant "picture" anything in our head so i dont know if that prevents us from having a headspace/innerworld. i know some systems just dont have a headspace (a roommate of mine has DID and she has told us that she does not have a headspace, and she cannot communicate with her sysmates outside a discord server)

anyways, i was just curious if there would be a way for us to try devloping an innerworld or not after reading that post. ty

I can be of help to you, but this will heavily depend on yourselves as im here only capable of sharing what might work, from my own experiences.

To understand what makes innerworld an innerworld, by simple means,, it is a place that is reconstructed by senses mentally, vision (mental images) is one of them. You see where this is going.. right?

What if you try it by theory, i know you can't imagine, but im sure you know what it'll be like correct? For first advice, a small but functional innerworld will do because navigating in a big one whilst being 'blind' does not spark joy. Ok so, let's start the steps:

Using your other senses (tactile and hearing) as advantage: How do you want your floors,, is it solid, warm to touch and smooth? That could be porcelain. Straight ridges, un-even textures and cool to touch? That could be wood planks. Fluffy, scruffy texture and it damps noises? That could be carpet/rug floors. Now how do you want your walls,, is it wallpaper patterns you can feel by tactile? Maybe you want it the regular way that is painted smoothly? How thick or thin do you want it to be, enough to produce an echo from a knock or nothing at all? The rest then lies on personalization like furnitures and decorations,, i bet you can do this yourself. Also recommend you by practicing with little things for now and work from there, to bigger things.

Map it out: after determining which fits best, this is where the floor plan is arranged, you might want to draw it out physically (or use apps/webs its ok), from arial, or from side, or in 3d,, anything works. This will help you keep the world consistent as you can't see, as well as serving as a map to navigate around. I also have aphantasia where i can barely see anything as it fleets away so fast (i believe its in a spectrum, i saw it), leaving me having to navigate by touching the walls and guess the floor and temperature (i think windows make rooms feel hotter and in this case my living room has a big balcony). Do not over do the items as it can block your walking route leading to unnecessary bumps, if you want shelves or something hanged above, place them in a reasonable spot because bumping to it by forehead or elses is annoying.. i changed the height of my hanged shelf at the end and it never happen again. Especially if you don't have the innate 'gps' to navigate around.

Teamwork makes dreamwork: I assure you that you don't want to do this alone.. why not share some ideas of what the fronting room should 'look' like, or what the communal place should,, this is honestly done to make everyone feel at ease living in it, as well as sharing the work. You CAN do this yourself but it feels overwhelming and could lead to a burn out.. anyway, it'll take a while to properly build a world, so don't feel bad if its still going to be on progress for months,, no worlds are made perfectly in one try. Incase if you want to remodel the world to a new one at future, just repeat the steps.

Hope this serves you as an insight, this has definitely work for me, and i am not 100% sure it could for you, though, you still learn a few things from here. If you feel like giving up or see this as too much work there is no shame,, and so, i wish you the best luck.

- j

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is it bad that i hate with an intensity and block everyone who goes "let the egg event die already 🙄" "kill them all and move on" etc. ?? forever and cellbit were listing their campaign proposals and one of them was new eggs for the inactive players, and suddenly i see a bunch of people on twitter being hateful towards them and laughing about how "they can't let a bunch of pixels go" like ??? i don't understand those kind of people, fandom and ccs alike. i get not being interested in the eggs but purposefully spreading negativity, hating on creators who found companionship with the eggs and fans who also grew attached to them? why? if you don't like it then don't watch. finally something different is being done on a mc series and they just wanna go back to people screaming and killing each other like it's an anarchy server.

yeah i think your opinion is valid

ive always been the type of person to enjoy those types of characters and mobs in games so im very aware of that negative behavior. i was somebody who was invested in the dsmp and loved a little mob named michael and had to constantly see people shit on others for being attached to michael and actively hoping michael would die because thats totally normal behavior. so i get it.

i agree that the egg event is something really brilliant that we haven’t really seen before when it comes to smps or at least to this scale and i’ve grown an appreciation for the entire thing. like the work and dedication quackity must have put in to this entire operation is astounding.

there’s always going to be people with that opinion and mocking attitude. especially on twitter. personally i thought their plan was pretty interesting and even more interesting if it were to be approved by the federation. i think the people hating should allow the cc’s to do what they enjoy. like theres nothing wrong with being attached to pixels. thats how fiction works. you get attached to shit. CRAZY i know.

i am also somebody who leans strongly into curating your own online experience. block anybody who is annoying thats my motto! but also try not to dwell on it too much like when i personally see something that bothers me i block, move on, and try not to think about it. don’t wanna let that negativity take up any of your time. avoid getting into any online arguments or discourse cause i promise you it never matters. why let that stuff cause you frustration when you can instead focus on good things like cool fanart!! and silly clips!!:)