#mots theory

[cyclorose]

I keep misreading ugliver as Gulliver. Oliver if he ended up on an island full of tiny people

u inspired me to make this

[brazilian-whalien52]

You got love when the writers make a character so autistic by "mistake" that they have to add extra lines or a special episode just to try to convince us they are not. I am sorry, you can try to tell but you can't erase the showing

[lesbianlenas]

supercorp fic brewing in my mind to finally release my repressed emotions

[sarumans]

hi just wanted 2 say a big ol thank you to the locked tomb community <33333 i love chatting with yall so much thanks for bringing light and love and gravitas to my life

[countesschewi]

I think there's something in some cultures (COUGHimperialist onesCOUGH) that preaches the idea that a desert is a "failed ecosystem" - a desert can't just be like that because of natural factors like temperature and geography. It must be because it's that there was a European style biome that got destroyed, and if only the enlightened white people could come along and turn it back into the forest that obviously should be there.

[wafflefries13]

Something There That Wasn't There Before (Ace x Reader)

Summary: Five times other people noticed Ace was hopelessly in love with you, and one time you did.

AN: I've had a couple other WIPs that have absolutely been kicking my butt, so I needed a break to write something fun and short. I remember early on in TWST a lot of people had a theory that Ace was going to be a traitor or something, and then book 7 happened.

Warnings: AFAB reader she/her pronouns, menstration and blood briefly, fluff, best friends to lovers, does this count as a song fic?

Cross posted on my AO3 TheGhostInTheKitchen

Light streamed in through the large windows of Ramshackle dorm, catching the delicately floating dust mots in the air. It probably would have been considered a peaceful morning, if not for the loud banging on the front door that immediately shattered the blissful quiet. 

“Seriously, Ace? Again?” (Y/N) huffed without any real malice, hands on her hips. “You’re going to get a permanent mark around your neck at this point.” 

Ace scowled and looked away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, the evidence of Riddle’s signature spell locked firmly around his neck. 

“I’m going to transfer dorms this time, I mean it,” Ace said, waltzing into Ramshackle without waiting for an invitation. Not that it really mattered, anyway. Everyone in Night Raven College knew that if you were trying to find Ace Trappola, the Prefect’s dilapidated dorm was a good place to start. 

(Y/N) followed Ace as he strode purposefully through the hall to the sitting room, flopping down on the couch with his hands behind his head. “Seriously,” She said. “You get collared so often I think your kids are going to be born with one around their neck.” 

Ace smirked up at her. “Do you think about my kids a lot, (Y/N)?” He laughed as (Y/N) scowled and kicked his crossed legs.  

“Whatever. I’ll make some more eggs. Do you want juice or coffee?” 

With a winning smirk, Ace jumped up and followed her, not unlike a particularly fond puppy, into the kitchen. 

“He better not eat all my eggs,” Grim grumbled from the banister where he and the Ramshackle ghosts had been watching the exchange. “Last time he came for breakfast he took my waffles!” 

“Hadn’t you already had five by that point?” Ezra, the thin and almost skeletal ghost, asked. 

“That’s not the point!” 

“Oh, it’s best to leave them be,” Phineas, the midsized ghost, said. 

Gus, the rotund ghost, picked up Grim, not without due complaints, and the group hovered in the doorway to the kitchen, spying on the two. Ace said something that made (Y/N) laugh, grinning victoriously as she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to hide her smile. She thumped his chest with her spatula. The observant ghosts noticed that she had made Ace’s plate of breakfast different according to his specific tastes without having needed to ask. 

“Ah,” Phineas said. “It’s it a joy to watch it bloom right in front of your eyes? I’d almost forgotten what it’s like.” 

“Oh, of course, of course,” Gus said, holding Grim and scratching behind his ears to distract him. “I can see it clear as day.” 

“Mra?” Grim asked, trying not to lose himself in the pleasant scratching sensation. “See what?” 

“There’s something sweet,” Ezra said. “And almost kind.” 

“There’s certainly something there that wasn’t there before,” Phineas concluded with a definitive nod. 

“What?” Grim shouted, extracting himself from the ghost’s arms. “What’s there?” 

The three gave each other knowing looks. “We’ll tell you when you’re older, Grimmie.” 

~~~ 

Ace gnashed his teeth as the basketball bounced uselessly off the basket rim. It was his fourth time missing an easy basket during club practice that day and the annoying itch of being off his game was starting to get at him. 

Coach Vargus blew his whistle, waving everyone off the court for a water break. Ace drank in large gulps from his water bottle, rolling his shoulders to try and shake off whatever funk he was stuck in. He jumped as a freezing cold and wet sensation pressed against his neck. He whipped around his see Floyd glaring down at him, his normal sharp toothed grin pulled into an annoyed frown. 

“Geez, Crabby,” Floyd said. “You’re making a mess out there, and not the fun kind.” 

Ace shoved Floyd’s water bottle away. “Lay off, I’m fine.” 

“You’re not,” Jamil said, sitting down on the bleachers and looking at the two sideways. “And it’s affecting the rest of us. So whatever’s going on, get it together.” 

Ace swatted at the air as if trying to bat away their comments like flies. “I told you I’m fine! It’s not my fault some people just want to fly off the handle at every little joke.” He frowned and muttered under this breath, “She knew I was just joking, right?” 

Jamil and Floyd shared a look, both knowing there was really only one ‘she’ Ace could be referring to. 

“Girl trouble?” Floyd teased. 

“Knock it off! It’s not like that!” 

“So then what is it ‘like,’ then?” Jamil asked, crossing his arms. 

“It’s just a misunderstanding, stop prying.” 

“Well, if it’s that easy, you have a chance to clear it up now. “ Jamil pointed to the door of the gym. Ace jumped straight to attention as he saw (Y/N) walk in, looking around. She caught his eye and smiled shyly, lifting her hand in an uncertain wave. 

Floyd slapped Ace on the back. “Go get ‘em, Crabby!” 

Ace rubbed his sore shoulder, glaring back at the two while jogging over to (Y/N). “Uh, hi.” 

“Hi,” She said back. “Practice going well?” 

“It’s… fine.” 

They both didn’t say anything for a second, before speaking at the same time. 

“Look, I wanted to-”

“I just wanted to tell you that-” 

They both stopped trying to allow the other to speak first. “Go - go ahead,” Ace said nervously. 

“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said, fiddling with her fingers and looking down. “It’s just - I don’t know, sometimes I feel like I’m making a ton of progress with classes and everything, and then someone says something that makes me remember I don’t even know the most basic information of this world, and then it all comes crashing down and I feel like I haven’t made any progress at all. But I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. It was childish and I know you weren’t trying to be mean or anything. I’m sorry.” 

Ace’s already flushed face turned even redder. He looked away, pulling up the collar of his jersey to cover the lower half of his face, pretending like he was wiping sweat away. “I, uh, yeah, no, I get it. I’m, uh, I’m sorry too. I keep forgetting you’re not, like, from here and don’t know everything. You know I don’t really mean it when I say that kind of stuff, right? Not to you, anyway.” 

“Right, I get it. I guess I need to get thicker skin.” 

“No, it was my fault, totally! You’re doing great with everything, more than great! Seriously, you got to just ignore me half the time.” Ace bit his tongue before he could feel himself start to babble more. 

She smiled at him and he felt his heart speed up like he was in the middle of practice again. “Thanks, Ace.”

“Uh, yeah, sure, no problem.” 

From back at the bleachers, Floyd and Jamil eavesdropped on the pair’s conversation. “Aww,” Floyd teased, elbowing Jamil. “You think they’re going to kiss and make up?” 

Jamil pushed his hand away. “Don’t get in the middle of stuff that doesn't involve you.”  

“It’s cute though, right? Look how embarrassed Crabby is getting.” 

“Yes,” Jamil said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “He’s a dear.” 

“Come on, look at them!” Floyd waved his hand, the subject of their observation oblivious. They were standing just an inch too close to each other given the situation, both locked on the other as if they were the only people in the gym, on campus, on Sage’s Island, in the world. (Y/N) laughed at something he said, snapping Ace out of his focus. He blushed hard again, looking away and covering his face with his hand to try and disguise it. “Poor Crabby’s so unsure.” 

Jamil sat up straighter, mouth dropping slightly open and eyes wide. He shook his head, ignoring Floyd’s knowing look. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it there before.” 

For the second half of practice, Ace scored six baskets. 

~~~ 

It was a perfect spring day. The sun was warm, the sky a robin’s egg blue, and a cool wind swirled around the campsite in the forest surrounding Night Raven College. The newly christened Camp Vargus was in full swing, students running from task to task to try and meet the requirements necessary to keep their club from being shut down. 

“Wait, wait! I think I’ve got it!” Deuce yelled in excitement. He was on his hands and knees, leaning down way too close to the base of an unlit campfire. Forbidden from using magic, their group had to start a fire themselves to get ready for the team that was fishing in the nearby lake. The tinder at the base of the pyramid shaped logs started to glow with faint orange sparks. 

“Wait, let me see!” Ace said, pushing over to crouch down. He formed a tunnel with his hands, blowing through to try and push more oxygen to the fire. 

“Wait, no!” Deuce protested. “You’re going to blow it out!” 

“No way, you do this to make it catch!” 

The two started shoving each other out of the way. The sparks fizzled and faded, the two boys slumping over in defeat. 

“How is this so hard?” Deuce groaned. 

“Seriously,” Ace said, rubbing the back of his head. “How do you even do this without magic?” 

“Done!” (Y/N) chirped. They whipped around to see a proud (Y/N) standing above a roaring campfire. Grim cheered, holding a skewer with a fish at the end over the blaze. 

“Wha-? How did you do that?” Ace said. 

“Ramshackle doesn't have any heating,” (Y/N) said. She put her hands around Grim’s shoulders, pushing him back a little away from the flames. “But we do have plenty of fireplaces. You learn new skills pretty quick when it means not freezing to death.” 

“That’s… useful?” Deuce said. 

“Hey, let us steal some of it!” Ace said. He poked a stick at her fire, sending up sparks as the logs were jostled out of place. 

“Pretty sure that’s cheating,” (Y/N) said. 

“Pretty sure I didn’t ask,” Ace replied with a smirk. The end of his stick caught fire and he quickly shoved it into the center of his and Deuce’s. They both watched it, enraptured, as the kindling started to smolder before smoking out. (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at their defeated expressions. 

“Come on,” She said, waving at her own fire. “I’ll tell Coach Vargus we all worked on this one.” 

“Isn’t that cheating, too?” Ace asked. 

“Oh, so now you have a conscience?” 

Ace waved her comment away. The small group huddled around the fire, holding their hands out to catch some of its warmth. 

“Man, I’m starting to get hungry,” Deuce said. “What I would give for one of those egg sandwiches from the cafeteria.” 

“I’d kill for an ice coffee,” Ace agreed. 

“Well, it’s nothing as fancy as that, but we can roast some of the fish we caught earlier. Wish we had some salt and lemon for it, but - wait, Grim!? When did you eat all our fish?” 

“Isn’t that what it’s there for?” Grim said, unrepentant, licking his paws. 

“We still needed that to prove to Coach that we caught some! Otherwise he won’t count our win for the fishing challenge.” 

“You should probably hurry,” Deuce said. “The sun’s starting to get low. With everyone else there all day the fish might be scared off.” 

“Well, twist my arm, why don’t you?” Ace said, pushing himself up. “Come on, I’ll help you fish.” 

(Y/N) took his outstretched hand as he helped her up. “Oh, what a noble sacrifice, Sir Trappola. Your gracious deed will be sung of in legends for generations to come.” 

Deuce looked after them. The sun caught around their hair, forming halos. Ace made some comment he couldn’t hear, (Y/N) smiling and shoving him. She looked up and away at something in the tree. But Ace’s gaze stayed on her. His sarcastic expression changed into something else, something harder to pin down. As (Y/N) turned back to him, he snapped back to his usual self, both of them disappearing behind the bend in the road to the lake. 

Deuce frowned, looking after them. “He looked her way and I thought I saw…” He shook his head. “That’s new and a bit… alarming.” 

~~~

The glittering windows of the indoor mall of Maquillaville proudly promoted all manner of luxury products. (Y/N) twirled around, admiring the jewel like displays as well as the new clothes Vil had acquired for all of them. 

“Isn’t this all amazing?” She said, clasping her hands together. 

“Yeah, a real scream.” 

(Y/N) turned to Ace’s grumbling tone, hiding her smile behind her hand at him. Ace was loaded down with a veritable mountain of colorful shopping bags, each emblazoned with logos from shops where a simple pair of socks would probably cost more than (Y/N) would ever make in a year.

“Ugh,” Ace complained. “I think my spine is permanently bent.” 

“Don’t let Coach Vargis hear that,” (Y/N) said. “He’ll give you a lecture on how you need to work on your core muscle strength.” 

Ace suddenly stood up straight, holding his bags out like free weights. “I was just kidding! I’m so strong stuff like this is nothing!” 

“Good to hear,” Vil said behind them, dumping another round on bags in Ace’s waiting arms. “We still have a few more stops before dinner. You’re able to keep up, aren’t you?” 

“Here, let me help,” (Y/N) said with a laugh, taking a stack of boxes Ace was struggling to keep upright. The two first years walked a few paces behind Vil, Azul, and Jamil, who were much less burdened. 

Every once and a while, a fan would come up, asking Vil for an autograph. He would graciously smile, sign whatever they had, then make pleasant excuses to usher the group away before a crowd of admirers had a chance to form. Surprisingly, the rest of them weren’t immune from this phenomenon. A pair of girls had tried to sneakily take a picture of Jamil as they stopped at a sweet shop, and Azul had been asked for an autograph as well. The magnetism of just being around a star like Vil, not to mention their new threads, made them seem like stars themselves. 

As the three upperclassmen went into a store, Ace unceremoniously dropped his bags. He exaggerated stretching his back out, looking sideways to make sure (Y/N) had laughed at his hyperbolic pain. 

“Excuse me,” A small voice came from behind them. Ace turned around to see too fashionably dressed girls standing in front of him. “Can we take a picture with you, please?” 

“Me?” Ace asked, pointing to himself. “I mean, yeah, sure, why not?” 

The two lit up. One of them grabbed Ace’s arm, pulling him in close, making him blush and look over for (Y/N)’s reaction. She was busy with the other girl who had shoved her phone at her, asking her to take the picture. 

“Alright,” (Y/N) said, awkwardly holding the phone up. “Say ‘Cheese.’” 

“Cheese!” The two girls said, pushing themselves close to Ace. (Y/N) could tell his smile was forced. He kept moving his hands, not quite knowing what to do with them, hovering in the air just above their shoulders. They girls giggled as they thanked Ace, not bothering to throw (Y/N) a second glance. 

“That was weird,” Ace said, running a hand through his hair. 

“Sort of,” (Y/N) said. “They probably thought you were a celebrity here for the movie premier. Or maybe they just wanted a picture with a cute boy.” 

“Cute-?!” Ace sputtered. “Come on, (Y/N) you can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere.” 

“Why not? It’s true, isn’t it?” She brushed her hand along his hair, pushing back a few locks that he had ruffled out of place. “It’s fun to see you dressed up to the nines every once and a while.” 

He pushed her hands away with a wide grin. “Yeah, well, I guess you clean up pretty good, too.” 

(Y/N) held up her ghost camera, holding it up at various angles and circling, mimicking the various paparazzi that had been waiting for Vil around town. “Mr. Trappola, Mr. Trappola! Over here! Can we get a picture? Give us an interview! Who are you wearing? Are you going with anyone to the premier?” Ace dropped the shopping bags, posing in dramatic and exaggerated poses. Both of them broke out into giggles between shots. 

From across the hall,  the three upperclassmen had just stepped out of the store, watching the two first years.“Honestly,” Vil said. “Is it too much to ask for focus while I step away for five minutes?” 

“Is it really that much of a surprise?” Jamil said. “We probably should have expected something like this after he, ahem, won the lottery.” 

“How touching,” Azul said with a hand to his chest.”You know, as upperclassmen, we should, how should I put it? Encourage those younger than us, yes?” 

Jamil matched Azul’s sly look. “I see what you mean. Maybe Ace deserves a little chat from his betters, yes?” 

Vil smacked them both with one of his shopping bags. “Oh, leave them alone. I’m more surprised (Y/N) is falling for any of this.” 

“Falling for it?” Jamil asked. 

“He’s mean and coarse and unrefined,” Vil said. Looking back at them, his face softened with something almost like adoration. “Although, I suppose there is something there that wasn’t there before.” 

“Oh?” Azul said, voice full of faux sympathy. “And what’s that, exactly?” 

Vil rolled his eyes. “I knew this was a mistake.” He waved over at Ace and (Y/N). “You two! Enough dawdling! We have plenty to do.” 

He watched as Ace exaggerated a sigh, hefting the bags up as if they were filled with bricks. (Y/N) giggled, taking a few of them from him to lighten the load. 

Turning, Vil couldn’t help smiling to himself. “Really, who would have ever thought that this could be?” 

~~~

Ace whistled as he cut a slice of cherry pie in the Heartstabuyl kitchen. He had begged his mom to send him her old recipe, the one she used to make pies for his birthday for years. He’d made it himself, with only a few tips and suggestions from Trey watching over his shoulder. He’d left (Y/N) in one of the dorm tea rooms. He’d invited her over to study, but even after they had been here for almost an hour, waiting for the pie to bake, they had barely gone through two pages of their textbook. He scooped up the two plates, holding them up like a fancy waiter, and headed back to the tea room. 

“Alright,” Ace said, pushing the door open as he walked backward into the tea room. “One piece of Trappola famous cherry pie coming right-” He froze as he took in (Y/N)’s tear stained face. She was standing, worrying her hands together and staring at a red stain on the once pristine white couch. 

“I started my period,” She choked out. “I didn’t realize so I must have bled through my skirt and on to the couch and now it’s stained and Riddle is going to be furious and this is so embarrassing and - oh my god!” She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. 

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey!” Ace said, quickly putting the pie on a table and rushing over to her. “It’s okay! Come on, we’re two smart people, right? We can fix this. There’s probably some kind of cleaning solution or something around here. Or can we cover it up? I wonder if that color changing spell would work. Oh, wait! Here.” He quickly shrugged out of this jacket, slinging it around (Y/N) to tie around her waist. “There, see? That’s one problem down already.” 

(Y/N) hiccuped another sob, rubbing at her teary eyes with the heel of her hand. “I-” 

They both froze as they heard Riddle’s voice coming from down the hall. A second later, the handle of the door clicked as it was pushed open. 

Two very important things happened all at once within the span of the next breath. First, the door to the sitting room opened, revealing Riddle, Cater, and Trey. Second, Ace snatched up the plates of pie from the table, upending them and smushing the bursting red cherries into the white couch. 

The very air seemed to freeze in the room. The three upperclassmen stared at Ace, Riddle’s mouth dropped open in shock. 

Standing up and dusting his hands, Ace smiled wide and said, “Oops! My fault! Sorry about that, Housewarden, I’ll - Ack!” Riddle’s signature spell hit him so hard Ace fell back hard on his rear end. 

(Y/N) gasped. Riddle was turning as red as the stained couch, standing over Ace on his dagger like high heels and ranting while the other boy stared down at the floor. 

“No, wait-” (Y/N) started. 

“Man, I’m such a clutz sometimes, right, (Y/N)?” Ace cut her off, rolling his eyes dramatically as if he didn’t have a care in the world and the collar around his neck was no more an inconvenience than an itchy bug bite. “Seriously, I don’t know how you put up with me sometimes.” 

Riddle grabbed the lock-shaped collar and yanked Ace back around. “If you would listen for once in your life-!” Riddle continued. 

Trey had quickly run over to a cabinet in the corner of the room, pulling out cleaning supplies and hand towels. He started scraping off chunks of pie from the couch, trying to salvage it as much as he could. Cater slowly pocketed his phone, looking between each of them before his gaze settled on (Y/N). He smiled in that reassuring, big brother, Magicam perfect way and came over to her, gently taking her arm. 

“Hey, have you seen the new topiary in the garden?” Cater said, pulling her away from the scene of the crime. “We had them shaped like bunnies!” He quickly ushered her out of the room, ignoring her protests. Instead of heading outside, Cater brought her to the dorm bathroom. “Do you have any supplies with you?”

(Y/N) looked up at him, embarrassed. “How do you…?” 

“I have sisters, you know? Guessing that has something to do with the couch, right? No, don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. So, do you have anything? I can go grab something if you want.” 

“No, that’s okay. I think I do.” She dug through her bag and headed into the bathroom. 

Cater pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Trey. “Don’t let Riddle go too hard on Ace, okay? People do stupid things when they’re trying to impress someone they like.” He looked up as the bathroom door opened, (Y/N) whipping her wet hands on her skirt. Cater directed her outside to the gardens, although he couldn’t help note her worried and longing glances back to the sitting room.

“Why did he do that?” (Y/N) asked in a small voice. 

Cater hummed. He pulled at the sleeve of Ace’s jacket she still had wrapped around her waist.  “Well, it’s true he’s no Prince Charming. But I think Ace likes being your white knight sometimes, you know?” 

~~~

The Disamonia dorm was quiet as everyone slowly started to wake from Malleus’s Overblot. Everyone awake started rousing the others, pulling away thorny vines and helping sleep addled students sit up. 

Ace was sitting against the cool stone wall of the dorm sitting room, knees up, head leaning back, and eyes closed. Sure, they had been asleep for all of the actual action, but his heart was still speeding along as if they’d had a brutal brawl in real life. His eyes cracked open a little as (Y/N) came to sit down next to him. 

“You know,” (Y/N) said, knocking her shoulder gently against Ace’s. “You were the only person who had me in their dream.” 

Ace looked away and blushed. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Your dream was an endless summer vacation. No responsibilities, no one to answer to, just perfect sunny days with people you care about. And I was there. It could have just been a tropical paradise, but your dream specifically included a way for me to be happy. For a world that was supposed to be all about you, that’s interesting, right?” 

“Yeah, I mean,” Ace said. He still wouldn’t look at her, face turning red as he rubbed the back of his head. “Feels like I’m always taking care of you anyway. Must have gotten stuck in my subconscious.” 

(Y/N) hummed. “It was really sweet.” She shuffled closer. “All this time I think it’s been in the back of my mind, but I’ve never really noticed. You’re always doing that kind of stuff for me, aren’t you? You joke about having to come to my rescue, taking care of me, but I guess you’re kind of right. But maybe I like that. Maybe I just want an excuse to keep you closer to me.” She was quiet for a moment. “Even if it doesn't work out, even if I’m never able to go back to my original world, I think I’d be okay. I mean, I’d be sad, of course. I miss so many people and things back there. Seriously, you have no idea what I’d do for a Dr. Pepper right now. But, I mean, here, in this world, I’ve seen so many amazing things. There’s magic and adventure and danger and beauty I could never have dreamed of. And, of course, there’s you.” Ace jerked up, looking at her with wide eyes. “And I think that makes everything worth it.” 

Before either of them could think too hard about it, before they could say another word, (Y/N) leaned forward, kissing Ace. His eyes widened in surprise before fluttering closed. Tension melted out of his shoulders and he leaned closer, bringing up a hand to cradle the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. (Y/N)’s hand clutched at his shirt, pulling him ever closer. 

“Oh, no!” Epel said. They jolted apart, surprised and suddenly remembering they weren’t the only people in the room. “I did not just go through all of that just to wake up and watch you two make out!” 

“Oh, lay off,” Leona said. “It’s about time. Better than watching that one be all moon-eyed all school year.” 

“Hey!” Ace protested, but his grip on (Y/N)’s hand didn’t falter. “I am not ‘moon-eyed’!” 

(Y/N) laughed, wrapping her arms around Ace’s shoulders and burying her face in his chest. Ace humphed, turning red, his hand going up to rub against her back, hugging her closer. 

“Ace?” She said quietly. 

“Yeah? What’s up?” He said nervously. 

“I’m really glad you’re here. I’m just sorry I didn’t see it there before.” 

“See what?” 

In reply, she kissed him again.

[w1k]

Alright minecraft gang I need you to explain this to me.

I am a game developer, I understand how this is obviously a bizarre bug. What I don't understand is how I have never seen anyone talk about it in a community that had one and a million creepypastas revolving around the early cursed versions of this game, and what *actually* caused it.

I have my theories mostly involving GL rendering bugs but that doesn't quite explain it neatly and it's honestly been haunting me since this super obscure memory came back to me. And no it's not modded.

EDIT: People have been mentioning it's likely an early minecraft desync bug, and I agree. The fact it's chickens being lit on fire and there is a lava mot outside checks out. Even past me in the thread where that screenshot was taken thought it was just caused by chickens dying in the lava. Jury is still out on why the heck it specifically only showed down there, sometimes way farther through walls, and why it was so persistent. Also why is a chicken this hecking big.

As such in the coming days I will probably be streaming myself trying to recreate the og castle as best as I remember it in the original version where this happened to try and recreate it. Wish me luck

EDIT2: I found the og gif showing the ghost and this is only raising more questions

[bokettochild]

What's your take on Legend's thoughts on the Master Sword. From what we see, he has a great deal of respect for her, even calling the Master Sword by female pronouns where most others just refer to the sword as 'it' as if she is just an inanimate object and mot a sacred weapon housing a spirit

Okay, well, remember that you asked for MY take on it, not the factual one ;)

So, obviously Legend's relationship with anything regarding being a hero is a bit messier than a lot of the rest, and the Master Sword is not excluded from this.

Given the inherent tragedy of Legend's existence, and the legacy he was born to, (AKA a world where heroes' dying/falling/being corrupted isn't just remembered but the NORM) one would think that the kid's probably got a ton of resentment for anything that makes him more like his predecessors and perhaps, like Time, he'd resent the key attributes of hero-hood in Hyrule: the Triforce, the goddesses, and the sword.

But legend is a li'l shit and he likes to defy expectations: he's friends with the goddesses, has had the Triforce of courage since he was a wee tot, and he actually respects and cares for the Master Sword.

I think it was I Have Questions For You where I said that Legend likely sees a reflection of himself in the state of the sword.

The Master Sword, for all intents and purposes, was forged by the Chosen Hero and then put away in a temple, and while it was moved to the Temple of Time, it's still held in a place of reverence and safety in the games set earlier in the timelines. Legend's is the first game to feature it lost out in the woods with no guards or protective measures or even walls, and while we have no cannon reason for this, the fact remains that it was left there and it was allowed to fall into disrepair so bad that, when eh first found it, Legend couldn't even wield it (he had to continue using his uncle's sword instead).]

My theory? After the Hero of Time's death, both his body and his sword were buried in the Lost Woods; where he came from, and mostly forgotten while the rest of the world moved on. I have a particularly angsty headcannon that in the Downfall Timeline, Ganon himself managed to kill the hero USING the Master Sword, and that's why she was outcast rather than being kept close by the royal family for future use. After all, if she can be turned against them, it's best to let her fall into nothing more than legend.

All that to say, I like to imagine that when Legend found the sword, she was still stained with the blood of the last hero, but just the same, he was still stained with his Uncle's blood.

Because let's face it, prior to Legend finding the Master Sword, his life was a literal hell-scape. he was a small child, who just watched his guardian/parent be brutally murdered in front of him, and then was framed for everything wrong in the kingdom at the time, which caused every adult he should have been able to turn to for help and comfort to instead try and hurt him. He was probably tired, hungry, hurting, and definitely still scared (rabbit form isn't for nothing) when he finally managed to find the Master Sword, the thing Zelda told him could fix everything and- and she's just as broken, and tired, and hurt as he is, just as abandoned, just as forgotten and demonized, all alone and stained with the blood of someone who mattered to her.

I think Legend felt connection.

He didn't just leave her behind as a sword with no worth, despite it being stated, in game, when you draw her, that she's no good against your enemies. Instead, he takes her with him and tries to find a way to fix her, to bring her back around.

Legend reforged Fi himself, albeit with help from the dwarves. He took her from her lowest into something magnificent, even if it's no longer the same as she used to be. just the same, she took him from wandering and fearful child to a hero; they reforged each other, tempered each other into what they are now.

I think, for Legend, his entire identity is more tied to his sword than to his title. She is, in every way, an extension of himself, not just another tool he uses.

Unlike any heroes' before and after, legend never had to prove his worth to her. there was no test, no trial, no life-risking necessary for him to take her. Perhaps this was because Fi knew she wasn't much herself back then, but given how stubborn and set in her ways that she is made to be, it's more likely that she didn't feel the need to try a child, and given the purity of heart we know is inherent to the Hero of Legend, who's every adventure is him giving of himself for others with nothing to gain in return, I thinks he simply saw him as worthy as was, albeit in need of some refining.

I like to think she was gentler with him though, unlike with the older ones. Both because she's seen more, already failed Time, and worn down herself, but also because she would have quickly realized that harshness wouldn't work well on a rabbit-natured hero.

So we have two beings, blade and wielder, who came together at their darkest, and re-defined each other and shaped them into something new, powerful, beautiful, all while still being inherently broken. There's a poetry there, I think, and I have a feeling that's not beyond them; they know what they are, to each other and themselves.

So, there is no saying how Legend feels about the sword really, because, in a way, she's part of him. She need improvement but she's amazing as is. She's just a sword, but it's in the same way that he's just an average nobody. She's a person as much as he is, but where she ends and he begins has been blurred.

He loves her though, I think. And in a way, I think that's the closest to self-love and care that he's come in a long time.

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

So, fun detail I just noticed about Megamind:

Famously, throughout the film Megamind mispronounces certain words, most notably: "hello" ("olo"), "Metro City" ("Metrocity") and "school" ("shool").

Like many fans, I'd attributed this and other oddities— like not knowing what a window is— to his unconventional upbringing and general social isolation. His speech sounds a lot like the way people pronounce words that they've only seen written down, so maybe he just hasn't had enough practice talking to other people out loud.

Lovely theory, very angsty, makes sense that this would be what the film-makers intended.

Except…

You know who doesn't seem to have this problem with pronunciation? And who in fact attempts to correct Megamind's pronunciation of various words more than any other character?

Fucking Minion.

Minion was there for literally every step of Megamind's childhood. They were raised on Earth together and went through seemingly the exact same experiences. Yet somehow Minion came out the other end knowing how to answer the phone and what a window is and why people use codes, while Megamind didn't.

And I am just so fascinated as to why.

Top three theories:

1. Megamind isn't actually mispronouncing words due to lack of practice, but rather for some other reason.

Maybe there's something up with his ability to hear certain sounds, or his alien anatomy makes it harder to pronounce them. Maybe he's neurodivergent (I mean, he definitely is, but maybe that fact is affecting his speech).

2. Megamind is mispronouncing things due to lack of practice, but there's something about Minion that makes him need less practice to pick up new languages.

Possibly as part of their protective role, his species has advanced language acquisition programmed in so they can act as translators. Else, while Minion and Megamind landed on Earth together, it's not 100% clear whether they were actually at the same age/developmental stage when that happened. If Minion was an adult (or older child) when he became fluent in English, he might have consciously focused more on accurate pronunciation than Megamind did.

3. Megamind is mispronouncing things due to lack of practice, but Minion is getting more practice than him.

This is… honestly the theory with the most evidence behind it. Like, we know that Minion isn't in jail at the start of the film, so he's clearly mot spending the same amount of time in solitary confinement that Megamind is.

He also appears to be in charge of providing Megamind with the resources needed to carry out his plans, which would presumably require him to communicate with scrap merchants, crocodile breeders and Romanian outlet store owners (among others) on the regular.

And like… if he's not getting thrown in jail whenever Megamind does, and Megamind is spending a fair amount of time on the inside, then Minion has to be doing something to pass the time. He's clearly a bit of an extrovert, and seems to take more pleasure in interacting with people than Megamind does.

It seems unlikely that he'd spend all his time sitting in the Evil Lair waiting for Megamind contact him or escape. So what does he do?

I find it both sweet and hilarious to imagine that Minion actually does have his own social circle outside of Megamind.

Minion goes to DnD on the second Tuesday of every month.

Minion gets advice on making costumes for Megamind from his weekly sewing circle.

Minion has been going to university online for the past eight years and is currently working towards his PhD in Marine Biology.

Minion is a semi-regular at Metrocity Night Clubs.

Minion does volunteer work sometimes with kids at the Metrocity hospital.

Megamind has barely any idea about any of this. Like, he knows Minion goes places at various times.

He knows that when he's rampaging through the streets Minion will sometimes stop to wave hello to various people that Megamind has never met. He's seen the half-orc paladin costume that Minion made for DnD.

But he's never really asked about it, and Minion has never seen the need to tell him. So long as Minion's happy, Megamind's happy, and so long as Megamind's happy, Minion is happy.

Meanwhile Roxanna, post-movie, has to grapple with the fact that sometimes she'll go to visit her boyfriend only for him to ask if they can go out for dinner instead because Minion's book club is meeting in the Evil Lair, and he's been gently encouraged not to come back after what he said to Helen about her (wrong) opinions on To Kill A Mockingbird.

[ofekma]

I'm sorry I'm still not over this

Why a cage?

Like, if we possessed Kris against their will and are now the ones trapping them in their own body, they should be a prisoner.

If Kris is meant to limit us and keep us at bay, they should be a warden.

A cage is a tool with no agency. It keeps things trapped in it mot for its own sake, but for the sake of the one using it.

Who's using Kris as a cage?

Is it Carol who might be aware of the player?

Is it The Knight who seems to be collaborating with Kris?

I personally subscribe to the theory that Kris is the second Voice.

So they chose this. But the word 'cage' implies that they didn't choose it for the sake of themselves. They might have been coerced into it. They might see themselves as a cage despite choosing it.

And let's say that The Vessel was supposed to be The Cage instead.

That means that the one putting is in a cage is Gaster.

And like, is he?

The one treating us as a partner?

The guy who just became our biggest cheerleader against The Knight?

He's fascinated by everything we do, and doesn't seem to try to stop us from doing anything. Even when we play the weird route he does nothing to try to discourage us from there.

Does that sound like someone trying to put us in a cage?

There's also the fact that as limiting as Kris is, we can do more stuff with them than without them.

We can't even inspect anything as a floating heart, not to mention interacting with it.

What kind of a cage enhances you instead of limiting you?

Unless of course we can do a lot more than we think, as a soul. Like...possessing more than just Kris or something.

Maybe we are limited by Kris. After all, Kris is the one choosing when we're in them and when we're shoved into a box. And even when in them, they're slowly gaining more agency over us, limiting our choices further and further.

The question is what we can do without Kris and if we can ever find out.

Also, there's also the possibility that they're their own cage, Not ours.

[catwoman-is-my-mom]

Ra's Al ghul

There is no way that his birth name was ra's al ghul. No this motherfucker woke up one day and chose to change his name to ra's al ghul. And look guys I may not have read a single comic yet (will be reading them in the summer don't come at me I got exams rn) but I've gathered enough from fanfics. Just for starters I'm arab. So Ra's al ghuls name has a meaning in arabic (ik this is probably a known fact but im covering the basics here guys bare with me).

Ra's means Head

Al means the

Ghul means demon or monster

So his first name is ra's and his last name is al ghul. Look yall it's plausible that his last name is al ghul, it makes sense cuz most family names r random like that. Idk anywhere else but in Arab countries the last name is the family name. But ik for a fact that his mother didn't give birth to her son and went "hmmm what shall I name him OOH I know I'll name him ✨️head✨️" like no yall this shit doesn't make sense anywhere. So he (probably just to be dramatic) woke up one day amidst his crazy dreams and decided aye I'm gonna change my name to head so my last name would look cool. And no one knows since it was like centuries ago. Idk yall it's just funny to imagine that

ALSO HIS NAME IS RA'S ITS PRONOUNCED JUST AS IT IS. ITS NOT RASHE ITS JUST RAS OR RAZ COULD WORK IG ITS MOT PRONOUNCES LIKE RAN THE A IS PRONOUNCED LIEK THE A IN APPLE

Please no one come at me I just joined the fandom a couple months ago and I'm delirious from no sleep <33

If ur very against my theory then just act as if it's a headcannon pls

Again I don't mean to be rude or shit on a comic I'm just a random prsn who decided to let yall know that in my language it doesn't make much sense

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[libraloves-writing]

My last AP exam is on Monday (calculus 😔✊ pray for me) so I’m thinking about which AP class the 141 would teach

(If you don’t know what AP classes are, they’re college level courses for high schoolers and are notoriously difficult, some classes more than others. At the end of the year there’s an exam where if you pass you’d get college credit.)

The most obvious to me is Johnny he would do teach AP Physics or AP Chem cause like dude is a demolitions expert ie bombs and explosives. He HAS to have a high level of education in the physics/chemistry of explosives to do that so I think that background would make him a very qualified AP teacher. I know his class is a lot of hands-on labs and cool presentations. He would also just be that teacher that made everything so cool and interesting, def a favorite of the energetic kids. Has he set off the fire alarm before? Of course he has. He has a poster in his room of how many days his class has gone without setting something off, the longest they’ve gone is three days.

Price is a bit tricky for me. I want to say he would be either AP World or AP English language. He gives me history buff dad who has like a bajillion books on WWII but he also gives me English major. I’m leaning towards World I just feel like his class would deeeefinely be a weeder class, like only the strongest survive. But he would be super good at setting his students up for success, def tough love. His class is clean cut and straight to the point, practice exams throughout the year and pop quizzes without mercy, but that’s also the reason his students have the highest passing rate of his schools AP classes. Dad jokes galore also, if you do well on a test he’ll write one on the back of the paper.

Kyle would be AP Environmental Science. Science with a smidge of history sprinkled in is my fav (nuclear energy unit was my favorite 😩 ask me about Three Mile Island). His class is definitely lecture heavy but he always makes the coolest slide presentations. FIELD TRIPS dude loooooves field trips he has like two per semester. You’re going to a national park to look at soil erosion and he makes it so fun. He takes his job so seriously like beyond an AP teacher he wants his students to see the world around them with new eyes. He has kids fighting over who gets to be his TA every year cause they love him so much. Although being his TA is like a full time job bro has you grading so much stuff, you’re on a ladder stapling student projects to his Wall of Fame TM. He makes up for it thought by having a nice lunch for his TAs at the end of the year though.

Simon would be AP Calculus. Besties w/Johnnh obvi cause their classes are both math heavy/math based and their students are often taking both of their classes (Simon def calls his students nerds but he loves them). He just really likes how straightforward calc is, like no fluff it’s formulas and theories and boom there’s your answer. He’s made a reputation for himself for being a tough teacher but he just wants to challenge his kids. His classes always have the same structure everyday and it’s very organized, grades put in every other day and test grades even sooner. He knows math is scary for some students so he makes sure to look out for the ones who struggle a bit more, the last thing he wants is for someone to totally give up on math. To encourage his students to participate, to get them comfortable with being wrong sometimes, he gives candy when students go to the board to solve an equation (they get candy if they’re right or wrong 😉). His classroom is definitely a lunch hangout spot for quieter students, he lets them stay there to eat and over time they open up and boom besties.

😘

Anyway, pray for me on my exam. ISTG I BETTER MOT SEE AN E OR LM ANYWHEREEE (i definitely will and I’ll be cooked. I’m sooo good on area under the curve tho 😛)

HAPPY AP EXAM SEASON WE WILL ALL GET FIVES

[randomname3]

Okayyy magnus archives theory/hc time- prepare for some rambling about an idea that came to me 10 minutes ago:

tl;dr The reason The Eye preferred john to magnus isnt because john performed the watchers crown, its because john "loves" the Eye more than magnus.

So,

Something i noticed while listening is that all the avatars in tma fall somewhere on a spectrum between "naturally formed" avatars and "deal with the devil" avatars.

The deal with the devil ones learned about one or more of the fears, and started feeding them until they gained avatar status. Maxwell rayner opened a cult that saw fearing dark as worshiping, jonah created the institute ect. Most of smyrk's students fall under that category.

Now the second kind are the naturally formed ones; in ep 200 the statement reads "and some minds did mot simply recoil from them ... Some seemed to court them, to court them, to hunger in return ... Minds that saw the faces of things that were fear and were compelled as much as they were repulsed.". Some minds just naturally call for the fears, compelled by them. Jane prentiss talked about her love for the flesh hive in her statement. Simon fairchild talked about how he finds the concept of being small in the universe calming. All peter lukas ever wanted in his life was to be alone. These people didnt come to the fears, they (for lack of a better word) Vibed with the fears so strongly that the fears came to them to make them avatars. They loved what others would fear.

Now. Magnus and john.

The Eye, at its core, is the fear of being known, and all your secrets being exposed. And that something that jonah magnus CLEARLY didnt vibe with. We didnt discover his identity untill the end of season 4, all he did the whole series is keep secrets and lie to people. He enjoyed the benefits of being an avatar of The Eye but he feared it, as much as the people he tortured.

Now Johnathan sims on the other hand. Johnathan "i dont want to be another goddamn mystery" sims. The one who documented everything he did with the intent of other people discovering it, who became more and more open about himself, his feelings and his secrets as his venture into avatarhood progressed. The one who, after being ignored by his parent figure in his childhood, just wanted to be cared for, acknowledged, SEEN. While john very much started the series as a deal with the devil avatar, he did love The Eye, whether he realised that or not. And the Eye loved him back, and chose him when the moment arrived.

[n1na-l3vich]

les mis and Ninety-Three are connected and this totally influences the fate of the characters!

Guys, please read this entire theory! EVERY detail is important! First of all, you need to know that Ninety-Three was Victor Hugo's last book, so he already had access to ALL the references present in the previous books! the character Gauvain has similarities with the character Enjolras, Michelle has similarities with Fantine and Cimourdain has similarities with Javert!

the book Ninety-Three was CREATED TO BE PART OF A TRILOGY THAT INCLUDED THE MAN WHO LAUGHED AND ANOTHER BOOK that was never written! The preface of The Man Who Laughs announces the future release of Ninety-Three!

L’HOMME QUI RIT

De l’Angleterre tout est grand, même ce qui n’est pas bon, même l’oligarchie. Le patriciat anglais, c’est le patriciat dans le sens absolu du mot. Pas de féodalité plus illustre, plus terrible et plus vivace. Disons-le, cette féodalité a été utile à ses heures. C’est en Angleterre que ce phénomène, la Seigneurie, veut être étudié, de même que c’est en France qu’il faut étudier ce phénomène, la Royauté. Le vrai titre de ce livre serait l’Aristocratie. Un autre livre, qui suivra, pourra être intitulé la Monarchie. Et ces deux livres, s’il est donné à l’auteur d’achever ce travail, en précéderont et en amèneront un autre qui sera intitulé: Quatrevingt-treize. Hauteville-House, 1869.

it is necessary to know Victor Hugo's lover: Julienne Josephine GAUVAIN, also known as Juliette Drouet! YES, she inspired the name of the noble family featured in the book Ninety-Three!

Now check this out! I'M SURE you'll be impressed

Les miserables vol 2 cosette book sixth - Le petit picpus chapter VII- some silhouettes of this darkness

The most esteemed among the vocal mothers were Mother Sainte-Honorine; the treasurer, Mother Sainte-Gertrude, the chief mistress of the novices; Mother-Saint-Ange, the assistant mistress; Mother Annonciation, the sacristan; Mother Saint-Augustin, the nurse, the only one in the convent who was malicious; then Mother Sainte-Mechtilde (Mademoiselle GAUVAIN), very young and with a beautiful voice; Mother des Anges (Mademoiselle Drouet), who had been in the convent of the Filles-Dieu, and in the convent du Trésor, between Gisors and Magny; Mother Saint-Joseph (Mademoiselle de Cogolludo), Mother Sainte-Adélaide (Mademoiselle d’Auverney), Mother Miséricorde (Mademoiselle de Cifuentes, who could not resist austerities), Mother Compassion (Mademoiselle de la Miltière, received at the age of sixty in defiance of the rule, and very wealthy); Mother Providence (Mademoiselle de Laudinière), Mother Présentation (Mademoiselle de Siguenza), who was prioress in 1847; and finally, Mother Sainte-Céligne (sister of the sculptor Ceracchi), who went mad; Mother Sainte-Chantal (Mademoiselle de Suzon), who went mad.

This nun with the surname Gauvain will be mentioned again! (did you notice that she has a small highlight?)

les miserables volume iv Saint Denis book fourth succor from below may turn out to be succor from on high chapter i A wound without, healing within

Sister Sainte-Mechtilde had taught Cosette music in the convent; Cosette had the voice of a linnet with a soul, and sometimes, in the evening, in the wounded man’s humble abode, she warbled melancholy songs which delighted Jean Valjean.

You might think it was just a tribute from Victor Hugo to his beloved, but what if I told you that it makes sense that this nun is related to two characters present in Victor Hugo's last book!

Les miserables volume ii cosette book sixth— le petit-picpus chapter III— austerities

One is a postulant for two years at least, often for four; a novice for four. It is rare that the definitive vows can be pronounced earlier than the age of twenty-three or twenty-four years. The Bernardines-Benedictines of Martin Verga do not admit widows to their order.

This shows that she is not a Gauvain through marriage but rather a Gauvain by birth! To be a Gauvain by birth she needs a Gauvain father! So her father is either the Viscount Gauvain or the Marquis de Lantenac!

Gauvain était-il amoureux ? Oui. De miséricorde. Faire grâce était son idéal. Pas de femme. Il semblait qu’il n’eût qu’une pensée dans ces temps terribles : attendrir la guerre civile

This deleted scene shows that Gauvain could only have married due to social pressure!

Being Gauvain's daughter, the nun could be at least 30 years old during the events of Les Misérables, it turns out that Victor Hugo describes her as very young, “her father” Gauvain is also described as young at that age…

In this part of the book Ninety-Three! we see that Lantenac has several candidates for his wife!

C’était un homme à femmes avant d’être un homme de guerre.

Remember that men can be fathers at any age! Check out the list of the oldest fathers in history! remember that Lantenac needed an heir after what happened to Gauvain!

Whether he was a father or not, Lantenac knew this girl! AND HE LIVED AT PETIT PICPUS! Yes! I'll show you how sure I am of that!

Les miserables volume ii Cosette book eighth— cemeteries take that which is committed them chapter IX—CLOISTERED

The walls of this chamber had for ornament, in addition to the two nails whereon to hang the knee-cap and the basket, a Royalist bank-note of ’93, applied to the wall over the chimney-piece, and of which the following is an exact facsimile:—

This specimen of Vendean paper money had been nailed to the wall by the preceding gardener, an old Chouan, who had died in the convent, and whose place Fauchelevent had taken.

Yes, the nuns know about Lantenac's past… and did you know that they paid homage to him when choosing Mademoiselle Gauvain's name as a nun? Saint Mechtilde was a saint known for her musical talents and her relationship with the Sacred Heart of Jesus (Chouan symbol)

I'm reading an excellent book by a Pullitzer Prize winner: The Black Count: Glory, Revolution, Betrayal, and the Real Count of Monte Cristo! I LOVE Alexandre Dumas and I think everyone should read his books and get to know his works! I think these excerpts from the book justify the nuns' view

I started researching the Vendee War and both books after reading this biography about Alexandre Dumas' father!

In your opinion, who is this nun's father?

so there are two options: she is the daughter of the Marquis de Lantenac and second cousin of Gauvain or she is the daughter of Gauvain and the Marquis is her arrière-grand-oncle (I don't speak French so correct me if I'm wrong!)

[bravelittleflower]

Finished reading Onyx Storm and I need to talk theories with people. Might think of a oc . Might revamp an existing oc

Also spoilers

I kinda ship Aaric and Sloane more than Sloane and Dain. And I absolutely forgave Dain. Not for everything (Liam, especially) but definitely not as annoying as in Fourth Wing.

Also I love Ridic please do mot let anything happen to him

[achromant]

Achro's 2024 Orctober Masterpost

Below is the list of prompts that i used and some thoughts that went into the sketches. They generally follow the official list from instagram, but i made a few minor changes to it.

You can click on the prompts to hop over to their respective post to see the full pic.

Warrior

Went cyberpunk with this, cause i love simplified futuristic fashion.

Mage

Polar opposite of the warrior. Wanted to do something shapey and flowing. Loosely based on my Isabella concept.

Hunter

Really didnt want to draw some kind of archer, so i went the monster hunter route. People are super horny for this one, which was almost the intention.

Priest

Tried to avoid the catholic niche, so i went with modern hazard suits. I imagine there is a very hands-on department of the church that cleanses cursed areas, like a magical cleaning service.

Rogue

Honestly, i just went for the dark gold contrast. Love me some shiny.

Druid

Just didnt want to do a green druid. Luckily, it was time for orange, so it got this nice autmnal feeling. Wanted to do a werewolf initially, but i was in the mood for something a bit more chonky. Sometimes you just need a bit more fluff, yknow?

Pirate

Oh, ya-har-har. It's a pirate! Well, a dead one, at least. I forgot why i killed him, but he probably burned alive with his ship. idiot.

Alchemist

I named him Pickles. The 5 on his helmet connects to the Five of Chalices. In tarot, that card stands for loss and mourning. I imagine that Pickles tries to replace the blood in a body with wine to achieve eternal life. He is also an idiot.

Warlock

i made eight different version for this. Still hate it. He is probably the lost brother of Pickles, but got his eternal life from a deal with something more sinister. More intelligent than his brother, at least in theory.

Barbarian

Another one that took multiple attempts. Still havent decided whether he deserves pants. Might paints something a bit more spicy with him later though.

Shaman

This one is just high.

Paladin

The idea with the shield was that it looks somewhat normal from the front, but has this nice stained glass effect only visible to those behind the paladin. His story revolves around a lost lover he failed to protect, and now he's on a journey of vengenance and self-discovery.

Death Knight

Went a bit more demon than death, but oh well. Will defintetly use him as an enemy somewhere in the story.

Archer

Based this one on Lara Croft, obviously. Didn't want to give him a bow at first. Still don't think he deserves one.

Necromancer

Honestly, this is just the standard ugly little hunchback character, but people are very adamant that he's a character from Legend Of Zelda. He's not, he is obviously from the same universe as Hatsune Miku.

Demon Hunter

Colleague of the warrior. Probably the reason the priest needs to work overtime. Actually, no, he's warrior's boyfried now.

Bard

Oh, this one is a character i made a few years ago. He's the protagonist of a story i'm writing. The skull on the head of his instrument is that of his former teacher.

Monk

Needed another round boy. Not quite satisfied with this one, but the direction is nice.

Mercenary

Probably a friend of the warrior/demon hunter. Comic relief character. The Wanted poster he's holding up shows Moth.

Warlord

This one was supposed to be a bit more epic, but i made each of the orctober sketches in ~1h. Will probably revisit this to make it a proper painting.

Sorcerer

I know he looks like he has a tragic backstory, but he doesn't. He's very evil and should be locked away in some secure place. Preferably one that it fireproof.

Engineer

i forgot what my initial idea for this was, but i really like whatever i did here. His tattoo is of the "danger! explosion" sign, but in a heart. Slightly fucked up the writing though, accidentally mirrored it. Whoops.

Magical Girl

This one was supposed to be a "Cleric" as per the prompt list, but i already had a priest, so screw that. Wanted something super sweet and pink. The motif this outfit follows is the Weeping Heart flower. Also slight nod to Madoka Magica.

Scout

Didn't want to do the typical RPG style scout, so this one bakes cookies instead. He also has an axe, which has absolutely nothing to do with the cookies, i hope.

Beastmaster

This one was purple, so i really wanted to do somethine werewolf-y. I imagine him being the younger version of the barbarian, who will later learn that he shouldnt rely on the wolf alone, and better get a bigger axe.

Dragon Rider

So. This. I wanted to go for a biker dude, but went a bit too punk with it, and then just leaned into it. He is a biker at heart, but his dragon is the equivalent of a bicycle. Neither of them mind that though, theyre a very happy couple.

Assassin

This one needs a bit of explaining. I started with a himbo-type dude-bro (he had a "knife to meet ya"-shirt), to get a contrast to the rogue. And then the next thought was pretty much "what would be the most inefficient weapon for an stealthy assassin?", so he got a chainsaw. The rest of his design is a nod to Lolipop Chainsaw.

Witch Doctor

This one is 100% based on Baron Samedi, one of the main voodoo gods, which is why this character is half skeleton. The feathers are just for drama. I love feathers.

Sage

Oh, this one is just an old man. I'm pretty sure there was a reason i gave him a bunny hat, but dont ask me what that was.

Cyborg

Eyyy, throwback to the first of the month! Warrior got a bit of an upgrade. Only cost him an arm! Not much of a fan of fullblown cyborgs, so i went with the cyberpunk direction again, and left the traces of his upgrades at a minimum. Wonder if his boyfriend approves.