#it doesnt look how its supposed to is there a way to fix that??

[acuar-io]

does anyone know how to fix the tofu preset by ellcrze? I use reshade but heard her presets worked w reshade

[b4kuch1n]

ough brain is doing SO bad but sometimes. there are colors

[caffeinatedopossum]

I feel like I have an unacceptably low level of control over my body. Like obviously there are some things that no one can control but I have like actual big problems because of it. I'm not really sure how to describe it but it's not just me being really clumsy (although that is an effect of it) or even the tics I have.

It's like I can feel my body moving wrong constantly but I can't correct it and it hurts and it sucks and I'm tired. I'm tired of hurting myself, making mistakes, breaking things, acting like it's fine when in reality I'm constantly afraid of how much any movement I make next could hurt me. I need to move to stay sane, I want to workout and get stronger and go on walks with my friends. I wanna get better. I can't even roll over in bed without pain and I'm just so tired.

[arowrath]

like what the fuck am i supposed to do

[sanzuphobe]

also also sometimes people just dont care about what you have to say and yall need to find a way to deal with that. its not immoral for someone to not care about what you have to say

[percyluvr]

helloooooo!!!! can i request a percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader headcanons?? it would be pretty interesting to see hera having a child tbh

thank you if you do 💛

percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader summary: hcs for percy with a daughter of hera

when he first met you he was kinda worried bc he has beef with hera

but he's also confused bc wasn't she not supposed to have kids??

he expected you to be just like your mom

and you lowkey were

but you were a bit less.. uptight

but at the same time, u cant really blame her, her husband literally cheats on her so much

BUT ANYWAYS

i think u'd be so caring to him and he would love it SO MUCH

since hera is the goddess of marriage and childbirth, u would lowk take care of him like hes ur son

but like not in a weird way

u just care ab him so much that u baby him all the time

since both of ur cabins are always empty except for each other, u have sleepovers all the time

u have a pretty close relationship w ur mom, esp because ur her only demigod kid

percy isnt really jealous per say, bc he's decently close w poseidon, but like

he wishes he was that close with him

hera visits u in ur dreams a LOT bc she just loves u a lot

zeus is mad but she dgaf cuz ur her only daughter

and only kid

so obviously she's protective

esp when u tell her that u and percy r dating

shes at camp the next day asking u to introduce her to him

which ur like "mom pls y'all have already met"

and shes like "yes, but never when he was ur bf"

so u just go along w it bc u love her

they're lowk beefing bc she doesnt want u to get hurt

but as time goes on she realizes how much percy loves u and cares abt u

and she thinks ur the cutest couple ever

she is ready for yall to get married bc shes gonna throw the most extravagant and perfect wedding

and shes so excited esp bc ur the only kid she's going to be able to do this for

have i mentioned that she loves u a lot?

ANYWAYS

yk how in like house of hades and i think chalice of the gods when percy looks at annabeth and is js like "i cant wait to marry her and have kids"

yeah, hes like that but 300000x

and he's so excited bc he knows that ur gonna be SUCH a good mom

people always think ur weak bc ur mom "lets herself get cheated on"

or whatever dumbass shit they be saying

but u prove them wrong

mothers r fr the most powerful people in the UNIVERSE

and ur basically a mother bc u take care of everyone at camp

ur always at the infirmary helping the apollo kids bc its just in ur nature to love taking care of people

and percy always comes in with even the smallest little injuries

and it just warms ur heart to know that he wants to come see u even when ur working

u take care of the little baby pegasi too omg

gn thats so cute

imagine if blackjack had a lil baby pegasi and u took care of it

and percy is just like

melting

ur so sweet to them even if theyre "just horses"

it makes him so excited to have kids w u

whenever u see a little kid

or like a younger camper

u always tell him that u cant wait to go to new rome uni and then get married and have kids w him

the two of u are just so excited for the future with each other fr

i just think the two of u would be taking care of the pegasi and u would fall asleep in the hay after staying up talking

big surprise for the kids that have riding lessons that morning...

yall werent embarrassed tho cuz u have no shame fr

well, u have shame

percy has none

not the point.

everyone at camp sorta sees u as a mother and they always come to u

lowk camp therapist

bc they NEED one real bad

but it doesnt bother u bc u love to help them

ur always trying to fix problems at camp

and its very upsetting for you when you cant, and percy is always there to comfort u

ur lowk a meddler like ur mom

but its okay bc ur just worried about ur friends

i think that u would maybe have some soothing powers kinda like a hypnos kid, where u can like calm people down or put them to sleep

i also think that percy would suffer from panic attacks after his nightmares

so after he has a nightmare, you're there and if you can't soothe him with your words you just use ur powers

u can't stand to see him like that

it just upsets you so much

percy is so grateful for ur powers, but hes even more grateful for you

i think ur a lot more relaxed than most people at camp

and u dont really see the point in doing dangerous things for fun

which is different for percy, but he really does like it

he likes that he can just go to you and ask to relax and ur always down for that

its a change of pace that is definitely welcome and necessary in his life

ur definitely more of a rational thinker than him, so u stop him from doing some pretty stupid things

but u would never stop him from having fun

or doing thing that are important to him

ur relationship is lowk the blue print

yall just take care of each other fr

and ur like an old married couple which u two get teased ab

but u dont care

cuz u cant wait to get married lol!

a/n: this was a vv interesting request to write and i honestly loved imagining what a child of hera would be like so thank u for the req!

[hikarry]

Aziraphale and Crowley plan a vacation free of miracles, just for the heck of it. Just to do it the way humans do. Maybe it's fun! Maybe they will have a grand old time! Who knows?

It all starts with packing.

Aziraphale is the very first to regret this idea as soon as he opens his bag on top of the bed, ready to pack. They can only take so many bags because they are going on the Bentley, and no miracles means no calling books through space with a single snap of his fingers. So...one bag is not enough, surely.

"Oh, but it is, angel. Max one bag for clothes and one bag for books, nothing more."

"But Crowley, that's absurd! We'll be in Scotland for 2 weeks! Am I supposed to take, what? 5 books? And how am I supposed to choose?"

"This 'no miracles' trip was your idea. Now deal with it."

Aziraphale deals with it, but not without a lot of complaining and making a list of pros and cons of taking every single one of his favorite books. He ends up with a bag full of them and a couple more in the clothes bag.

This is to say that Crowley doesn't have an easier time. No miracles means no miracling his own clothes, so he's got to actually pack something. And he likes most of his clothes. And you never know what type of events will be around. A restaurant? A play? He needs outfits. Good outfits. And a toothbrush. And shampoo and conditioner, cause he refuses to use the ones from the hotel. And hair gel! Cause no miracles also means no miracling his hair into being in shape...doing his hair every morning will be an absolute pain in the arse, but he can endure it. Yet, when he goes to close his bag...it's too full. Taking two bags of clothes would be ridiculous, so he lays his hand on the bag and pushes down, trying to run the zipper. Nothing happens. He sighs and sits on the bag, pulling the zipper once again, and it runs for a couple of millimeters.

"Angel, give me a hand, will you?"

"With what, dear?"

"I'll sit on the bag and also push it down with my hands and you will try to close the zipper." He opens his legs so Aziraphale can access the bag's zipper and he jumps once on his bag, pushing down with his hands.

Aziraphale almost breaks the bloody zipper, but it does indeed close.

With the bags in the Bentley and both seated on their usual positions, Crowley lays his hands on the steering wheel, but doesnt start the car just yet, instead looking ahead.

"Everything alright?"

"...does 'no miracles' mean I can't keep the tank of the Bentley full?"

"I suppose."

"Aziraphale, I haven't gone to a gas station since I got the bloody James Bond stickers!"

"And when was that?"

"Many, many decades ago."

"Oh well, I'm sure getting fuel in a car isn't that difficult. It mustn't have changed since back then."

"Are you sure we can't make an exception?"

"Quite."

"...is this because of the books?"

"Mmh."

Crowley groans and goes to start the car, but he stops short of the ignition.

"Are you...keeping the Bentley whole with miracles? Is that the new problem, my dear?"

"No." He looks up at the angel. "I have to buy a phone charger."

"Whatever for?"

"Because I keep my phone charged with miracles, angel! And I have absolutely zero idea where the original charger is! I never used it! With a bit of luck its still somewhere in Mayfair."

"Oh well, we will stop at a phone shop then. Easy fix."

The demon takes a deep breath, and off they go, on their road trip to Scotland at very not legal speeds - not for lack of complaining on the angel's side, mind you.

When they get to Edinburgh, they quickly find their hotel and go up to their room. Both take showers and, hell, it's still mid afternoon, so they go for a stroll around.

At about dinner time, Crowley quickly googles restaurants nearby and finds one named "Angels with Bagpipes". As soon as he sees it, he stops scrolling. It's somewhat modern and certainly different from the Ritz, but, Satan, look at that name! They just couldn't not go.

"You're joking, certainly." Aziraphale looks over his shoulder. "Look at that other one! Rhubarb. It looks so much more-"

"Posh?"

The angel eyes him side ways.

"I was going to say classy. Romantic."

Crowley snorts.

"Oh this is a romantic vacation, is it?"

"No!" He slaps his arm. "I mean-! Yes! Just-" He runs a hand down his face while Crowley keeps laughing. "Oh, hush. I'm just saying that one looks way more up our alley. That one is too modern."

"I'm down with modern. Big fan of modern, me."

"Oh, believe me, my dear, I'm extremely aware, but-"

"And! For a restaurant as posh as that I bet we need reservations. And you know what we don't have?" Crowley wiggles his fingers. "Reservations. Or miracles to get said reservations."

Aziraphale rolls his eyes, trying to suppress an exasperated sigh. Crowley was ridiculous. How in all the heavens did he put up with him through all these years will forever be a mystery.

"Alright. Let's go to the other one."

Crowley smiles, victorious, and offers him his arm, which Aziraphale promptly takes.

"An angel and a demon walk into a restaurant named 'Angels with Bagpipes'-"

"Crowley!"

And off they go, down the streets of Edinburgh. They have dinner and Aziraphale only complains until the food is served. Afterwards he appears quite content to stuff his face with appetizers and whatnot all while under the watchful eye of Crowley that keeps sipping his wine silently, one elbow on the table, while under said table his leg pushes against Aziraphale's.

"Do behave yourself, will you?"

"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, angel." He uses his foot to slightly slide up Aziraphale's leg.

"We are in public."

"Your point?"

Aziraphale closes his legs, trapping Crowley's foot in between them.

"That's my point."

Crowley pouts, pulling his leg away.

"Boring, you are."

The meal proceeds with little to no incidents. Just the usual: Aziraphale utterly enjoying his food and Crowley watching him as he is enraptured by the flavors and its, honest to Satan, impossible to look away. Not to mention the satisfied wiggles. And the moans. It can pass 6000 more years, but Crowley will never ever get used to those.

"Angel."

"Yes, my dear?"

"Do you have money?" Aziraphale suddenly drops his fork and looks up at Crowley, mouth hanging open. "Thought so."

"Heavens, what are we going to do? We can surely miracle it, right? This is an emergency."

"Nop. You didn't let me miracle the fuel so no miracling the money either."

"You paid for the fuel."

"My last pounds, yes."

The angel's eyes widen quite comically.

"You must be joking."

"No. No joke. Last bills in my wallet." He sloshes the wine inside his glass, leaning closer towards Aziraphale. "And I bet this is all quite the price too. What do we do, Aziraphale? Leave by the back like criminals?"

"There's no back and we are not criminals! We need to miracle the money!"

"That's against the rules." He points at the angel, raising an eyebrow over his sunglasses. "Your rules, might I add."

"No-! Crowley!" He also leans closer to the demon and whispers. "We need to do it. We are not criminals."

"I'm a demon. I guess I can be considered a criminal at some extent."

"You're being ridiculous."

"I'm playing by the rules."

"You're insufferable."

"And yet you still love me."

Aziraphale sighs and closes his eyes, trying to think about a solution, when he hears footsteps approaching.

"Have you finished your dessert, sirs?" The waiter asks, stopping right in front of the table.

"We have." Crowley is quick to answer, and Aziraphale kicks him under the table. He was not done yet, and he needed more time to think about a solution!

"Are you ready to pay?"

Crowley looks at Aziraphale, very serious, and Aziraphale can feel the sweat accumulating on his hands. Oh lord, they had no money. And they just ate a 3 course meal. I mean, Aziraphale ate. Crowley mostly dabbled on the soup and spent the rest of the meal drinking. Drinking quite old and expensive red wine, at that.

Aziraphale looks at Crowley, then at the waiter - who is smiling very politely at them - and then back at the demon. Crowley raises his eyebrow again while Aziraphale starts to shake. He was about to pop when Crowley snorts and reaches for his wallet, pulling a black card and handing it to the waiter, who accepts it and walks away. Aziraphale gasps.

"You had money!"

"Technically no. I had a card."

"A card with money!"

"I never said I didn't have a card. I said I didn't have bills. Physical money. I did use my last bills at the station."

Aziraphale kicks him under the table again, and Crowley can't hold it anymore and starts laughing as controlled as he can.

"Oh, I hate you, you fiend!"

"You've been telling yourself that for 6000 years and you're yet to believe it." The waiter returns with the card and leaves just as fast. "Shall we go back?"

"Yes. But I won't forgive you for this."

"Ah, yes. You. The one that throws 'I forgive yous' through the wind."

"Crowley!"

"Joking. I'm joking." He gets up and Aziraphale follows him. When they get through the door, Crowley offers him his arm once again and leans in closer. A whisper just Aziraphale could hear. "I have my methods to make you forgive me. Just let us get to the hotel, angel."

Alas, the day was not ready to give them a break. On their way to the hotel, it suddenly started raining heavily, soaking both of them to the bone.

"I don't believe this!"

"A little miracle would come in handy right about now, eh?" Aziraphale sighs and snaps his fingers, summoning a tartan umbrella to his hand, which he promptly opens, covering both of them. "Angel!"

"Hush. We can start over tomorrow. Now, let's go." He grabs Crowley by the arm and starts pulling him.

"What's the rush? It's not like we can get sick."

"Someone promised me something when we got to our hotel room." The angel looks over his shoulder to the demon for a second, still walking up the street.

Crowley smiles.

"And you just have to run to find out whatever it is."

"Color me curious."

They did get to the hotel quite fast, and the first thing they did was peel away from their drenched clothes and jump in the shower. Whatever happened in there is between the angel, the demon, and the white tiles on the wall.

[paradoxbeta]

Can I Pleeaaasssee have a Rivulet design? Pretty please? I’m interested to see how you’d draw the eyes, like would they be buggy or sprite accurate? Also SOS would be cool. THX! Wait I mean thanks not-

OH GOD the thx sonic boom

so this ask sent me on a Journey... what was supposed to be a quick drawing spiraled into a whopping 15 different rivulet designs. the full thought process is under the cut, but if you want just the favorite, here's a rivulet based off of a flatworm!

(ps you should totally check out my character design rambles because theres a jetfish rivulet and a shrimp rivulet too and many more)

so the first thing i tried to do was a very simple rivulet design:

however something in this just wasnt enough. im not sure if it was/is the body type similarity to the other slugcats or the fact that i didnt even address the eyes, but i tried to fix it by making the eyes more canon accurate

unfortunately this was Still Wrong. it just felt like i was redrawing the canon rivulet when i KNEW i could make it more visually distinctive. my biggest issue was trying to get the eyes to be sprite adjacent while still remaining buggy because its not rivulet if it doesnt have those big sopping wet pathetic orbs. so there were a Lot Of Eyes

somehow along the way i got distracted and after a long bout of doing something completely irrelevant (trying to make a pupil system for sprite accurate eyes??? it looked bad) i decided to tinker with the body more. leech rivulet came to mind and i drew it because i thought it would be awful in a funny way, but it was...

...not bad?

while it wasnt really rivulet, it was still a step in the right direction: mixing and mashing rivulet with aquatic species appeared to yield interesting results. so after doing the next reasonable step and making a sockeye salmon rivulet which was only mildly cursed,

i started playing god with various aquatic species off the top of my head

+ shrimp

(not pictured: attempts at a horseshoe crab, a barrel-eye fish, and a rivulet with eyes on the top of its head like a halibut which ended up looking like a scav grown out of a test tube. those 3 did not look good)

i did also end up with 2 extras, which i wasnt sure if they were freaky in a fun way or freaky in an "oh dude wtf" way

and finally, there was a jetfish rivulet

which, excluding the flatworm, should be an exhaustive list of the nonsense i did with riv's design. the flatworm ended up being my favorite because the wavy sides and riv's blue color just make it look too much like waves to pass up.

[kingofdersecest-2]

A proposal of fixing Homestuck 2.

I have often long thought of what I would do if I could control the future of the Homestuck Franchise.

The quickest answer would be to de-canonize and delete the entirety of Homestuck 2 and The Epilogues. Some might say that in interest of art preservation those things should remain as they are, a monument to the failures of the sequel. I personally do not believe that even in the interest of preservation of art that there is anything worth preserving in either of these works.

But that is the easy way out. Say I had to keep everything, but I wanted to get rid of it. How would I walk it back? Well.

Before Homestuck 2 went on Hiatus, a plot point was created, called….well, The Plot Point, yes it is that stupid.

As of this writing, what The Plot Point is, is unclear. Its a location that corresponds to the black hole's singularity and is also supposedly a super weapon that Calliope, Roxy and John want to use for some unknown purpose and they want to prevent Jane from getting it and using it again, for an unknown, yet likely, nefarious one.

Meanwhile, in the Meat timeline, Aradia and Dave are working with Alt Calliope. Dave is a robot, and Aradia is her usual self. As they hang out Aradia flickers through time, she teases Dave about it, she tells him he could come along and find out what shes doing, and he brushes her off, stating he doesnt need to know as he knows everything.

In this proposed re-write, Aradia is also looking for The Plot Point as what it is, is the connecting points between Meat and Candy. Aradia is vaguely aware of the other timeline, a simultaneous Alpha timeline, that does not disentrigate like so many others, a timeline that Ultimate Dave, cannot see into. Because Ultimate Dave is every Dave, isnt he? Shouldnt he be Candy Dave as well?

Both parties work their way into finding their respective Plot Points. John is the one to find his, and Dave, surprisingly is the one to find his, as Aradia realized she would need his help in finding it, and cajoled him into it, as what could tempt an omniscient being more then something he does not know?

As both of them reach into The Plot Point, they each come away with something. John is holding Lil Cal's head and Dave, his body. As they hold these objects they become aware of the other timeline's existence and guided by instinct they push their pieces back into the hole and the two pieces of Lil Cal unite.

Suddenly, we're back on The End platform, John standing there shaking, sweaty, his palm burned. In front of him was The End house, but instead of four panels, the entire house is covered in a green grinning skull.

It was a trap. Lord English had orchestrated a false timeline to be created when John entered The End. A timeline where they thought they had won, but the victory was a hollow one as their world fell apart around them. There was only supposed to be one timeline, but Alt Calliope interfered, creating a split in Lord English's fabrication and Meat and Candy became a tug of war between the two all powerful siblings.

Ultimate Dirk was revealed to be Lord English taking over Dirk's body. The shard of dirk that became Lord English during Calliborn's Masterpiece was pulled into the Ultimate Ascension and slowly took over his body. In a last act, Dirk using his Prince of Hope powers, created The Plot Point, a Juju, that would break the timeline, destroying Lord English's hope of a final revenge. This is why everyone seemed to out of character, as they were twisted perversions of what Lord English, Calliborn all thought of them.

Realizing that Lord English needed to be dealt with, John and the others depart The End platform to go assist Vriska and the Ghosts, with one last confrontation. Their time in the Fake Timeline had shaken them, they still retained their memories of it, no one can meet each other's eyes, disgusted with what they had done. But John and Roxy's optimism lift everyone's spirits, and surprisingly, Karkat steps up to act like the Friendleader he was always meant to be. He says all that shit doesnt matter now and it was just an illusion and goddamn it they have to go kick that sick bastards ass harder then ever. The blood symbol glows in his eyes as he says this.

Inspired, the battle begins. Its going badly for Vriska and the Ghosts, most of them are gone, only Vriska, Meenah and Aradia remain and several dozen ghosts. The appearance of the others make a huge difference and the battle begins anew.

cue fancy Collide animation here

The battle ends with Dave stepping up to be the hero he always was. His sword, Caldewash. Is made of a material forged by Hepestus himself, on Dave's planet, a weapon designed to kill that cannot be killed. A weapon to shatter parodoxes.

Dave kills him, which also undoes everything he had a hand in, past, future or present. Calliborn's masterpiece does not happen. Yet despite being erased, everyone is still where they were even without it. The parodox of Lord English being erased is ignored. Its finally over, or is it?

Calliope, with the Life Ring is well aware of what had happened. She knows that shes a walking vessel for her Alternate Self. Who is just as cruel and callous as Lord English, perhaps even more so. After a heartfelt hug from Roxy, Calliope removes the life ring and allows Dave to slay her as well. Ending the Cherubs forever.

Homestuck was only ever just a sibling rivalry with reality and causality as the battleground. Fitting it ends this way.

With the survivors, they head back to The End platform, wanting to start a new world for real this time. However, something calls. The Horrorterrors call out to Rose, and The Veil is lifted. With Lord English gone, her powers go into overdrive, granting her a Vision such as shes never had before. She tells Roxy to use her void powers to Create godtier slabs for those that arent godtier, and Terezi, Kanaya and Karkat are ascended.

Once done, she has Roxy create a very special violin and a thread and a needle. She has Kanaya imbue the thread with her Sylph of Space powers and she strings the violin with it, along with the Bow. She begins to Play the Rain, causing rain to fall all across the universe, as the raindrops hit the rifts in spacetime, they begin to sew themselves close. The Horrorterrors release a collective sigh of relief as reality begins to mend. The Dreambubbles, maintained by their power and Feferi's request, begin to fade, as their purpose is served and the dead can finally have a True Rest.

Except Meenah, as, unknown to Roxy, she had pickpocketed it from her. When all the ghosts faded away, she stands there grinning.

So they walk through The End door, establishing not only Earth 2, but Alternia 2 and a planet for the consorts and the carapacians. They learned from their experiences in the False Timeline.

The planets are easy to travel between with Skia Warp Panels and the Window Frames, plus Alternian Space travel.

John and Roxy have Harry

Dave and Jade have Yiffany, now named Ruby

Rose and Kanaya adopt Vrissy

Jane and Jake have Tavros.

All is well.

Except…..as we all know, when a civilization reaches a certain threshold, a seed is planted in that reality, the chance to create a new one.

It is April 13th, Harry Anderson Egbert's 13th birthday, and he hears about a new game coming out…….

[mugentakeda]

i just loveeeee the idea that there was a big gap of understanding between lu ten and iroh the same way theres a big gap of understanding between zuko and iroh. mistakes that iroh didnt realize he made with his son he then also made with his nephew and still not realizing it. a whole world of things about lu ten that iroh didnt know about, and will never know about. im gonna talk about it though because i am insane so look away from my cringe

lu ten had gone to his father with problems before, and iroh cant help but wonder, now, if his son had ever been trying to imply deeper things in between sugarcoated words because there were things you just didnt say in the palace, and irohs head had been so far up his ass he hadnt seen it. despite it being waved practically right in his face by his son, desperate for sound advice from his father, whos brain was too waterlogged by thoughts of how he was going to pull off his next bloody conquest. like how zuko was always howling for help, hurt and confused like a cornered animal, hidden deep under his fits of rage, and irohs head was Still so far up his ass that he kept meeting zukos silent begging for straightforward guidance with convoluted proverbs. he can sit here and bury his face in his hands in shame over the sheer amount of times hed failed his nephew without realizing, and how much convincing it'll take to get his nephew to understand that yes, iroh did fail him so many times, and he couldve prevented so much suffering simply by holding himself to the same standards he held his nephew to. all those times during those three years before the avatar returned that he couldve done something. sit here and think about how sad it is that he has to even try hard to convince his nephew such a thing, how sad it is that he finally got zuko to stop seeing ozai as some all-wise god that can do no error as a father, just for zuko to start seeing iroh as some all-wise god that has done no error as an uncle. but he can at least go and do something about it. he can never do something about what he did to his son. the things he knows he did, the things he doesnt know he did, and everything in between. he will never find out what lu ten truly thought about him. he will never have that reconciliation, that silent scream of relief and violent shiver in the crook of his neck that zuko gave when iroh yanked him in close after their separation, with his lu ten. he just has to hear about his own son through word of mouth and somehow be content with that. and worst of all, its all his own and his god damned family's fault. no amount of healing and learning by trying to do right by zuko and the world he helped nearly ruin not much more than a half decade ago can act as a balm for the agony that brings him. he knows healing his guilty conscience isnt supposed to even be a reason for why he helped the avatar, but god- it's when the rationality leaves him and he realizes that this is something he cant seem to make himself be the bigger person in. he knows its his own fault, that there are hundreds- thousands, maybe- of earth kingdom sons he personally stole from earth kingdom fathers, and only gave up on his siege when the consequences of his war came into his own backyard, but he cant help it. doesnt want to help it. hes still angry and hateful anyway. his son should still be here. his son should still be here. his son should still be here. and if he tells zuko about how much he still hates himself as both an uncle and a father, zuko will definitely rush to reassure him, all the while he is chained to his desk and meetings day in and day out, fixing this uncles mistakes best he can, losing sleep and forgetting to eat. none of it will mean anything to zuko, if it means he can make his uncle feel better. and if that happens, iroh might actually vomit in front of his nephew.

[onejellyfishplease]

I am all about constructive criticism. I mean, how am I supposed to get better at writing/drawing if people won't be honest with me and give me tips to get better. I personally think that people who can't take constructive criticism aren't very bright. How are they supposed to get better at things if they don't listen to others who are just trying to guide them?

Also, I would love some more tips on how to make the shell better. If you are willing, of course. :)

I am horrible at drawing. I usually have to trace things to get a decent drawing. (For instance, I traced like five different things to make Mikey a pony.)

I'm so much better at coloring than I am at drawing. My writing needs work, too, but I'm getting better.

First of all, can I just say that you shouldnt worry about tracing art to improve your own (as long as u aren't posting it as soley your own but thats a whole other rabbit hole) I did too! It helps build ground work for a good understanding of anatomy and poses.

However there are a few holes in tracing. Forst of all it is quite limiting in the outcome of your work, as your art is stuck static in one pose. this can alkost hinder your ability to see things in '3D' and visualise objects for multiple angles. it can also lead to 'skin wrapping' , which i think is the hole you fell into here (and also a term i just made up now)

with the shell, you only coloured it within Mikey's trace lines - this caused the shell to loose a lot of its mass - making it look, quite frankly, not like a shell.

a way to improve on this is to look at more references of Mikey's shell in the show and its shape from different angles. this can help you get a good idea of how it should look, and it is a good idea to practice drawing it from these angles. this will improve your ability to think in a 3D space, (which is so darn hard, but seriously useful)

however, and you may have noticed this yourself, when you add new additions to the figure, the line art just doesnt line up! the line quality is different!

This is because the line you have done for the addition is Your Line. And we love your line.

so lets make the rest of the traced lineart fit into your style, instead of you fitting yours into theirs okay?

You may notice that when you trace art, the line work is just not the same, the lines are shakier than the original and it just doesn't look as good. this is not a reflection of your skill.

It is because, usually, (at least when I did it) you follow the original line so closely that it turns out shaky, probably taking your pen off the page a few times to take a break from the oen stroke. while the original artist did that line in one sweeping stroke.

a way to fix this, and make the line arr cleaner and more you, is to instead use the drawing as a very close reference. for example:

instead of tracing the exact lines of the art, merely trace the general shapes of the art. not only then do you add your own flair and gesture to the drawing, you are then more free to add more shapes to this sketch.

You can still use the reference drawing as closly as you want, but try to focus less on getting the exact lines copied, and more on the general shape. you linework wont be perfect the first time, it might be really messy compared to your usual tracing, and thats fine! you should see some of my sketches before i refine them!

But these will be your lines, theyll be smoother and more gestural, and overtime you will get better control over your penstrokes doing this.

Okay I cant really think of anymore to add here, I hope this helps! i think this was just one big word vomit lol. Keep drawing!! cause no matter what you do, as long as you are actively drawing you are always improving! dont be afraid to push yourself out of you comfort zone! who cares if it doesnt turn out the way you wanted it to? Its your art, You Created That with your Own Hands, and I think that is amazing.

<3

[itgomyway]

I've been into Non-Dualism for a while now, though not extensively. Previously, I was deeply involved in the Law of Assumption community. Then, I stumbled upon ND. It felt like a breath of fresh air, so liberating. I've consumed all sorts of ND content, from every nook and cranny of the internet. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster, this journey of slowly "detaching from ego".

Recently, something happened that sent me on a over-consumption, while trying to convince myself that "hey, it's okay". Honestly, I'm tired of reading without a clear sense of what steps to take. I've tried all sorts of techniques to loosen the grip of ego, but my mind keeps circling back to these issues, almost like they're haunting me. I get it, it's ego at play, but the anxiety attacks still hit hard.

I hope I'm not coming across as too demanding, I'm just genuinely seeking guidance in the best way possible. What more can I do?

There's so much conflicting advice out there. Some say understanding isn't crucial, it's just the ego making a fuss. Others suggest a slow process of self-inquiry, questioning what the ego is asserting and coming back to our core. It's left me feeling a bit bewildered and frankly, drained. I'm at a loss, just wanting a reset that brings some peace.

I get that Non-Dualism is supposed to be about simplicity and shouldn't bring about these feelings. But right now, I feel like I've got a full plate. My mom's financial situation hasn't been great, and I'm really anxious about her having to bear too much of a burden. Letting go of the desire to change my current circumstances is terrifying. What if letting go only means things stay the same or get worse? The pressure to make a change feels like it's closing in.

When people say "let it be" or advise to step back from actively trying to fix things, I'm left scratching my head. How do you navigate challenges by just letting them be? I feel defeated and just want to feel free. I'm scared about what the end of the week, or worse, the end of the month, might look like if I'm still stuck in this uncertainty. I've got a decent grasp of these concepts on an intellectual level, but when the day passes and I whisper "I AM" to myself, I struggle to truly feel it. It's like I'm held back by the limitations of this physical form.

I'm on the edge of giving up on chasing after achievements. Ego sometimes feels like this looming, scary presence. What I really want is to shed all of this weight, be kinder to myself, and find a path that leads to genuine freedom. What's the next step? What should I do? I want to stop trying, or figuring out.

Thanks a ton for taking the time to read this through. I've been following your blog and I really appreciate the kindness you bring to your community. Wishing you a great day ahead.

love im afraid in all of that reading, you missed the entire point. the point of non dualism is to free you from the human condition. you dont use non dualism to navigate the human condition it doesnt exist in the first place.

remember everything is you. you are consciousness. everything else is fake and its only the ego that deems it as real.

ignore it. its not real. who cares?

that’s how i live “life”. i dont confirm nor deny anything real or fake whenever circumstances arise cuz its ALL FAKE. the only existing thing is me. even when i think about “me” its not even “me” doing it. its the ego. the ego answers the question of who you are while you as CONSCIOUSNESS know what you are. the ego cant really grasp this so i don’t see a reason in trying to make it

i picture it as inner child = ego “grown up” = consciousness. the inner child is scared and confused. just wants to be safe and do any and everything to be safe, even if they think they know what theyre doing or that theyre in control. its not. its fake. be the adult in the situation and take control. understanding the ego is probably throwing a temper tantrum so let it cry itself to sleep. everything they thought that was soooo important they’ll forget when they wake up. so its not real anyway. you can relax you got this <3

[adrianasunderworld]

the headmistress rosehearts au is a guilty pleasure of mine, mainly because of the angst and the huge potential for catharsis when madame rosehearts gets whats coming to her

one "bad ending" as i call it, that i have for the au is that Yuu just... disappears. After a very severe punishment from Madame Rosehearts, yuu isnt at Ramshackle anymore. Grim doesnt attend classes as well.

its when someone visits Ramshackle to look for clues (Azul maybe) that he realizes that something is very wrong. The ghosts of Ramshackle haven't bothered him during his investigation, and Grim is absent. He reaches Yuu's room, and finally sees Grim.

...But why is the bed rocking him to sleep? Why is there a soft crooning in the air?

Then he realizes where Yuu is.

Because Yuu has been with him the whole time.

Whatever punishment Madame Rosehearts had doled out clearly pushed Yuu to the limit. But they couldn't leave NRC. So they stayed in Ramshackle, spiritbound in the walls of the rundown dorm.

And if Ramshackle came alive...

Who's to say that the rest of NRC can't come alive as well?

There is just something very fun about putting the characters you love into horrible situations where everything goes terribly wrong. Half the time the ideas for this au boils down to "Hey you know what would be really fucked up?" like this, for example. lol

All i'm thinking of now is Monster House though. Ramshackle comes alive. The windows are their eyes. The door their mouth. Their spirit seeps into the ground and the gnarled dark trees that sat on it's lawn seem to reach out to passerby like withered hands. Malleus misses his child of man, and when he manages to sneak out past curfew, he still sits in the garden or on the porch. He swears he can hear them. A whisper that sounds a lot like Yuus voice as the old house settles in it's foundations.

Riddle won't look at his mother anymore. Did she even deserve that title anymore. Mothers were supposed to care. Mothers were supposed to protect. But all she had done was destroy everything Riddle had cared about. His friends were kept away. His hobbies taken. Now the Prefect was gone. Azul had told the Housewardens what he had found and when Riddle managed to sneak away, the inside of the dorm felt warm. It was like the Prefects very essence had seeped into the walls, which he supposed was the case. Riddle ran a hand along the sage green wallpaper. Yuu had commented about how much they liked the color, but it was a shame that the antique pattern had faded away from age. He noted that it seemed to stand out a bit more, or maybe it was just his imagination, or perhaps yuus spirit was finally able to shape the house to how they wanted it.

His forehead thumped against the wall. A burning in his throat he could no longer ignore. "I'm sorry." Was all he managed to choke out. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop this. i should have stopped her..." Riddle continued to sob with his head against the wall. He felt a gentle caress on his back. Looking up he found the curtain of the nearby window had lifted it's self to drape over him like a hug. Even like this, Yuu sought to comfort. Riddle wiped his eyes on the back of his blazer sleeve. "I'll find a way to fix this." He promised.

As he walked out of Ramshackle, a familiar shrill voice rang through the air. "Riddle! Where have you been?! I came to find you after your independent study hour and you weren't there. The nowhere do I find you? This run down shack of all places."

Riddle glared at his mother. "It's not a shack. Yuu put a lot of effort into cleaning it up."

"And yet it's still an eyesore. Honestly, now that they're gone I ought to have that place condemned and torn down. It's a liabity."

"No!"

"Excuse me?"

"Why are you like this!?" Riddle snapped. "All you have ever done is destroy one thing after another. I have lost all my friends because of you! Yuu is...I don't even know if they're technically alive anymore, because of you! You...youre a monster and I'm ashamed to have you for a mother!"

The sound of the smack echoed in the air. Riddles cheek stung as the pink of his mothers handprint showed across his pale skin. The boy stood there in shock. Despite all his mother mistreatment, she had never raised a hand to him.

"How dare you." She said quietly and chill ran down Riddles spine. "I have done everything for you, and this is the thanks I get? Come with me. This. Instant." She grabbed his arm, nails digging in even through his sleeve.

The iron gate of Ramshackle slammed shut. Mrs.Rosehearts violently shook it and tried to lift the latch but it would not budge. Riddle heard a the squeak of the the old door hinges of the dorm. Looking over his shoulders he saw the doors wide open. The shudders lowered over the windows making it look angry. He had an idea that Yuu was not pleased, and quite frankly he didn't really care what happened next.

The branches of the old tree that hung over the gate lowered themselves and Riddle merely watched as the finger like branches reached out and grabbed his mother. The shock forced her to let go of her vice grip on him and she screamed as she was tossed to the neighboring tree and then being dropped to the ground. The wind had been knocked out of her from the fall. Before she could even attempt to get up, the emerald green carpet that lined the foyer of the dorm launched out of the open front door and wrapped around her. She screamed , calling out to Riddle as forcefully dragged inside. The last thing Riddle ever heard from his mother was a muffled scream after the front door slammed shut.

The gate unlatched itself and squeaked open. One of the branches gently grazed the top of his head as he walked out as if to pat him goodbye.

[praxeus-13]

Nononono but also in that scene at the end of season 1 when they switch back I always felt the vibe was quite weird but I understand why now AND ITS BECAUSE AZIRAPHALE SAW IT AS A FUN LITTLE GAME, HE ASKED FOR A RUBBER DUCK, HE GOT MICHAEL TO MIRICALE HIM A TOWEL,, BUT CROWLEY HAD TO WITNESS AS HEAVEN, THE “GOOD GUYS” TRIED TO BURN HIS FRIEND TO DEATH !!! AZIRAPHALE DIDNT THINK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THE DEMONS WANTED TO MURDER HIS BEST FRIEND BECAUSE TO HIM THE DEMONS ARE THE BAD GUYS AND THATS JUST WHAT THEY DO!! TO HIM CROWLEY IS THE EXCEPTION!! HE DOESNT THINK ABOUT THE FACT THAT HIS “SIDE” THE SUPPOSED “GOOD GUYS” TRIED TO DO THE EXACT SAME THING TO HIM!! HE WAS RAISED IN WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY A CULT SO HE HAS BEEN BRAINWASHED TO BELIEVE THAT HE IS ALWAYS THE ONE IN THE WRONG, THAT HE HAS TO APOLOGISE FOR NOT ONLY HIS ACTIONS BUT HIS THOUGHTS!!!!!!

And furthering on that point Maggie constantly thought Nina’s relationship issues were her fault, to the point where she just immediately apologised every time Nina mentioned the relationship issues! And that’s SO Aziraphale, that’s how he has been groomed to think and act. It is something that it at his core, right near the center of his being, it is a reliable belief system to fall back on every time he becomes unsure of himself and his actions - especially when he goes against what Heaven have told him to do!! They tell him that something is bad, he does it anyway, he feels guilty and believes he should be punished, because that is what he has been told. When he does something that goes against Heaven, he doesn’t automatically think about all the good that that action has caused in the aftermath of it, he thinks about how awful he has been because that is what he has been trained to think.

This of course meant that The Metatron simply had to use good old fashioned manipulation tactics like the whole honeymoon period thing in the manipulation cycle or the “you have finally proven yourself worthy and we are going to give you everything we have ever told you you wanted”. Which also feeds into Aziraphale’s whole “I am different I can fix the institution” line of thinking, because the Metatron just told him he was special and essentially gave him a very big present to make it seem like they were sorry or whatever for how they treated him, but actually it was just more manipulation.

NOT TO MENTION!!! Aziraphale didn’t just look conflicted after that kiss, I’m pretty sure he looked disgusted (I am autistic and not good at facial expressions sorry if I’m wrong on that)! Crowley had, in Aziraphale’s mind, just told him that he did not want to be an Angel, a good guy, and Aziraphale has been told his whole life that that is the worst thing anyone could ever be - and Aziraphale thinks that’s what Crowley wants!! He is so so conflicted and he feels guilty and disgusted because that is what religious cults do and, in the Good Omens universe, that is what Heaven is - they literally fit the BITE model of authoritarian control!!

Uhhh so bottom line is Aziraphale has essentially been raised and manipulated in a cult and his character is in no way out of character at any point in this season.

[bridgyrose]

So how does spartan Pyrrha feel about medusa Cinder?

Pyrrha watched Cinder carefully as she went through her day trying to put the statues of her victims back together. It was unlike anything she had seen, though, finding out about her being a huntress of Artemis before becoming a monster wasnt exactly what she had expected of her either. Monsters were supposed to be their own breed of creature, created by the old magics that still washed over the lands, not humans punished by the gods. And yet, here she was staring at proof that some monsters were created by the gods out of jealousy. 

“Can you do more than watch me all day?” Cinder asked as she finished piecing together another statue, sealing the cracks with a small incantation she learned years ago. “Not that I mind the staring, but I’m sure you’d prefer doing something that isnt just watching me work.” 

“I can help-” 

“I was the one who turned them to stone, its my job to keep them safe until there’s a way to bring them back. That includes putting them back together when they break.” 

Pyrrha sighed and walked over to the piles of stone that Cinder had made, each piece organized into a separate pile at each base the statues had been sitting on. Then, she walked around the statue that had been fixed, surprised that the pose almost looked like she wanted to embrace Cinder rather than cower like the rest of the statues. “Who was she?” 

Cinder pulled her hand away from the statue and slipped her blindfold over her eyes. “She’s the reason I was expelled from the huntresses to begin with. A mistake that I’d never change no matter how many times I could be offered to. And, she’s the reason I became a gorgon.” 

“I’m not sure I understand. She’s a human, right?” 

“She is.” Cinder sat down and slipped the blindfold off her eyes for a brief moment to stare at the statue with her own eyes. “And like me, she was a huntress. My… rival for a lack of a better term. No matter what weapon she was given, she would always get Artemis’ favor. The best of us, a thorn in my side, always getting in my way. And yet, I couldnt help but fall in love with her.” 

Pyrrha looked over at Cinder and watched how the light seemed to glisten off her amber eyes before Cinder pulled the blindfold over her eyes again. She looked back at the statue and sat down next to Cinder. “What was her name?” 

“Ruby. After a brutal hunt, we spent some time alone, sparring just like all huntresses do. As each match went on, I started to get more and more frustrated with her until she pinned me to the ground. I still remember the way the moonlight reflected off her eyes, the gift that Artemis had bestowed to her, and the way it seemed to bring a… a sense of calm to me.” 

Pyrrha noted the small smile that started to cross Cinder’s lips as a tear ran down her cheek. “And that’s when you were expelled, right?” 

Cinder nodded and wiped the tear away from her cheek. “Huntresses arent supposed to fall in love, we’re supposed to give ourselves completely to Artemis. We spent the moment together, alone in a spring and sleeping under the stars. The next morning, we were both expelled from the hunt and stripped of our protections that Artemis gave us. However, she showed mercy to us and allowed for Ruby to keep the gift that she had been given. After that, we built a home together outside of Athens.” 

“Then what happened?” Pyrrha asked, genuine curiosity leaving her lips. She paused for a moment when she realized how quickly she had asked, clearing her throat and looking away from Cinder. “I-I mean, that explains how you were expelled, but it doesnt explain why you’re a gorgon. It doesnt seem like Artemis cursed you.” 

Cinder nodded and stood up to make her way to the next statue pile and started to piece together another broken statue. “That’s because it wasnt her. What I didnt know was that another goddess had Ruby in her eyes. Salem, the goddess of chaos. I’m still not sure if it was our of jealousy, or if she had other plans for her, but Salem came to me and offered me a choice: I could leave Ruby and live out a peaceful life, or I could stay with Ruby and become a living weapon she’d use against humanity and the gods.” 

Pyrrha watched as Cinder slowly placed a piece of stone and sealed the cracks, listening to her voice break as she spoke. For a moment, all Pyrrha wanted to do was hug Cinder, to try to tell her that everything would be okay, but as another tear ran down Cinder’s cheek, she pulled back as she watched the hair start to turn into snakes. She kept her distance and sighed. “So, you were tricked.” 

“No, not tricked,” Cinder answered. “Punished. At the time, I had wanted to do whatever I could to stay with Ruby, so I accepted Salem’s offer and became her weapon. One that she’d use on her own terms. At first, I thought that meant being called upon by her to fight the heroes that the other gods would throw at her. Instead, being a “living weapon” was meant to be a punishment for daring to try to stay with someone that was off limits. I spent the night with Ruby and then… all I remember was feeling everything inside of me burn.” 

Pyrrha went quiet and got up to help Cinder, gently taking her hand to help steady her as she tried to place another piece of the statue together. Even though Cinder’s eyes were covered, she kept her own gaze averted from Cinder’s eyes, helping guide her to keep the statues from getting damaged further. 

Cinder placed the stone she held and then wiped the tears from underneath her blindfold. “She held me until my transformation was complete. I felt… cold and empty, but having her arms around me still helped me feel a bit of warmth. Then, I looked up and stared at her eyes and then… well…” she motioned to the statue next to them. 

“She turned to stone.” Pyrrha looked at the statue of Ruby once more, noticing more faded paint on the stone as if Cinder had tried to give her color once more. Silver for her eyes, red on her dress, black for her hair and a pink on her lips. All in an attempt to make the statue seem more like who she used to be. “And the others here?” 

“Accidental victims.” Cinder looked at the pile of stones in front of her. “This one was a warrior sent to kill me, like you. He caught me by surprise and managed to give me a nasty scar on my side. “But then, he made the mistake of looking in my eyes.” 

“You… you didnt want to turn him to stone, did you?” 

Cinder shook her head and steadied herself with a deep breath. “I wanted to be left alone with Ruby until I could find a way to bring her back to normal. Instead, more people came and I became the weapon that Salem wanted me to be. Warriors and heroes have been coming at me for years, a few travelers have stopped only to get frozen in stone as well. This… place was supposed to be a sanctuary for me when I first arrived with Ruby, a place for me to quietly find a cure to all of this. I-I couldnt stay at the home she and I built.” 

Pyrrha sat down and growled at herself under her breath when she realized she couldnt not help Cinder. Sure, she was spartan and Cinder was a gorgon, but her life belonged to Mercury and she couldnt sit around if someone was cursed. “I… I think I know someone that can help. I’ll have to go back to Sparta, but… I know a disciple of Mercury that might be able to cure you.” 

“You do?!” Cinder asked as she took Pyrrha’s hands. “I’ll do anything if it means getting rid of this curse!” 

Pyrrha looked away from Cinder to keep from looking at her eyes, and to hide the small blush that crossed her cheeks. She couldnt help but catch the small scales along Cinder’s cheek, or how warm and soft her hands felt even after working with cold stone for hours. She slowly pulled away, her voice breaking a bit as she spoke. “Y-yes, I’m fairly sure he can. And if he cant, then as a spartan, I’ll give up my weapon.” 

“I’ll make sure you have a warm meal before you leave.” 

“Thank you,” Pyrrha said quietly as she watched Cinder walk off. The blush on her cheeks deepend as she watched her, her heart pounding in her chest as she gripped the shaft of her spear. “Its just nerves about seeing Jaune again, that’s all,” she said to herself. “I help Cinder, and then I go home. That’s all it is.” 

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 63

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He wonder if it's him being turn into a 'harmless' doll. That made him think in such strange way.

He have heard some tales of dolls and toys 'caring' too much about their owner and 'adoring' them very much. Its quite new thing and a bit questionable.

But he think it's more of his great fullness for your aid and he would access you willingly since your helping his friends and fluffy creatures become humans.

It's makes him happy he can do something similar job he have before. Through his is more complicated and troublesome. Since it Evolve more souls than the selected sampling his fluffy friends as well other fluff is.

"hey you...! What are you to darling?" Little himawari, the lady of the house intriguing him once again when your not around. He tilt his head in confusion.

"Kanata 'doesnt' understand what you mean." Playing dumb with this person is sometimes the only way to stop what she's on about.

She's persistent.He look at her for a moment, her souls is similar to someone from a canon world. He wonders if his suppose to interfer with how it should been. As he think too deeply about such matter he doesn't realize his next actions.

He reach out his hand to take a peak of her soul till she slap his hand away as his eyes that seems to be looking through her kinda scared her for a moment. And she's swear she saw his hand went through her chest, reaching for something.

"what is wrong with you?!"she back away from him but he stared at her unblinking for a moment before he tilt his head slowly, it was weird. Really weird...

"[ do you wanna make a deal with 'me']?" He have a gentle eerie smile on his face, the shadows of the surrounding seems to cover haft of his face in that moment and the haft of his face in the shadow, his left eye that supposed to be green seems to glow golden for a moment.

"huh...." She doesn't like this but if she found a proof this person is dangerous and a plain out weirdo, he can't approach you anymore!he is would be burn to strikes and be gone for good! "Hmmp what kinda of deal is this?" She cross her arms.

"[ hmm.... ]" He hummed for a moment, staring at her, making her stay in edge for a moment. "[ I'll grant your 'wish'.]" He began, rasing the sleeve of his cloths to cover a bit of his face. His smile "[ you just have to agree and you'll have it ]" his words seems quite suspicious.

"and what's my wish? That's pretty dumb move if anyone agree with you without knowing the other stuff!" She clearly isn't going to be scam by someone. But it's only meet with a giggle from the weirdo.

"[ well... You won't agree now... I already know you will, one day....]" He pointed out as if the talk is quite useless since he knows the future, he seen it after all. "[ Hey you should careful after all ....]" He approaches her and whisper something that only she knows, at least that's what she thought. She froze as he lean away haft of his right eyes is almost golden and some marking seems to appear on haft of his face. "[ Now then... We can chat again in the future....]" He turn around with a soft wave leaving her staring in fear at him.

she felt her feet give in and fall down on her knees, quite shaken up. It was only been fix when her dad saw her in the hallway and ask her what's wrong but she doesn't reply. But it's one of the reason she dislike that doll called Kanata even more.

...

He sigh when his from far from her and rolled his eyes, he blink for a few times as the color of his eyes return to normal and rub his face to remove the spell he put for a scare purpose.

Honestly it's the only way to have her leave him be. He want his alone times sometimes to be honest and her bugging him when your not with him doesn't help either.

Scaring a human child is something that seems quite easy for him since some folklore have scary description about 'him' in some region. He can't help but giggle how he think that silly child was so hilarious being scared like that. Just in time he saw you passing by

"my dollmaker~! " He called out to you and walks toward you in hurry but careful steps. "Yo." You nodded at him as he approaches you with a soft smile on his face. "Did something interesting happen?" You jokingly ask him.

"Hmm." He nodded his head. "I scared the little human here. It was needed. She was bothering me." He explain and tell you in honesty.

"ehh... That's quite something... I hope you don't over did it."

He remembers something he knows that he seen in her soul timelines; future, present and past memories. "Oh don't worry. It's just a 'little ' scare." At least that's what he think it was.

You give him a look and let him be. Your not the type to question many things, it's quite troublesome personality of yours because you seen red flags yet did not care to run away. How troublesome. He thought.

He wonders how he can stop you from putting yourself in bad situation with that personality. But since time is something he doesn't lack it's fine for him to solve for later but his going to stay beside you till you don't need his help.