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Real-Time Fandub | Gravity Falls, "Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future" (2016) [Patreon $]

[ravendruid]

Ashari Rituals

This drabble was inspired by this post. While I don't think there is a reason why Keyleth would know the Zeph’aeratam, I do agree that she would do some sort of Ashari ritual to help with her anxiety, especially far from home.

Keyleth is a morning person as an adult but wasn’t a morning person as a child. For the first five or six years of her life, Vilya would wake her up early in the morning to teach her how to channel the dawn’s energy and use it as fuel for her day. The few times Keyleth accompanied her mother in her morning rituals, she sat under the cherry tree surrounded by flowers and cherry blossom petals as she watched Vilya meditate and commune with nature.

When Vilya left for her Aramenté, Keyleth didn’t find any other reason to leave her bed early, so Korrin would often let her sleep in as much as she wanted, and Keyleth lost the connection she had with mornings. After a few years with no news from Vilya, Keyleth started fearing the worse, and the hope that her mother would return became a flame on a windy day. Korrin was surprised when one early morning, shortly after Keyleth’s tenth birthday, the girl showed up in the kitchen, ready with her Ashari attire, and promptly informed him that she would like to go and meditate with him that day. And so she did, every morning until her 20th birthday.

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Vax had trouble sleeping one night – stupid owls and their loud hoots on the tree branches – so when he got up to relive his bladder, as the first signs of dawn peeked through the woods, he was only half-surprised to see Keyleth’s bedroll empty. 

He found her not too far from camp, in a little nook in the trees, sitting cross-legged on the soft and damp dewy morning grass, with a myriad of colorful flowers sprouted around her – which Vax realized she had to have druidcrafted them because that was the only area with such colorful flowers around them.

Keyleth’s eyes were closed, and she looked at peace, breathing slowly through her nose. Vax quietly sat with his back against a tree, observing her with more adoration than a simple fellow party member should. She looked radiant with the glow of the morning sun peeking through the thick canopy – now that Vax noticed, that light seemed to be focused on her as well, like a divine spotlight – and her red hair was a tangled mess that looked like flames spreading through a forest. However, she was already wearing her usual Ashari clothes and armor.

Vax had to contain a gasp because suddenly, Keyleth was floating a few inches in the air, still cross-legged but floating. He rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his palms, not believing what his still tired and sleepy eyes were seeing: Keyleth's hair flowed around her as if surrounded by a breeze, and Vax understood why she hadn’t bothered to comb her hair, because as the wind picked up around her, Keyleth's locks ebbed and flowed with it, swirling around her head, leaving Vax’s heart beating fast in his chest in admiration.

Just as sudden as it had picked up, the wind ceased, and Keyleth’s hair softly fell down her back again as she slowly drifted back onto the ground. Vax waited with bated breaths for five minutes until she finally started to stir, coming out of her meditation. He slinked back into the shadows, not wanting her to know he had seen her in what looked to be such an intimate ritual, and he returned to camp. 

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Keyleth opened her eyes with a curl of a smile on the corner of her mouth. Vax’s pride was in being sneaky, but the wind knows all, and the wind speaks to her. The wind had told her of the lithe, shadowy figure sitting against the tree observing her, and it had asked her if she wanted it gone. No, let him stay. For the first time since Keyleth left Zephrah, she didn’t meditate alone, and Vax's presence brought her the comfort she needed to elevate her meditation and reach a new high. 

That morning, for the first time in her life, Keyleth truly felt one with the wind, and that was the feeling she held on to later that day when, in the middle of a fight, she called the wind to surround her and turned into an Air Elemental for the first time.

[a-scummy-hybrid]

(Pre-Stream) Sketch for 8/12/2023 | Dredge Appraisal (REAL????) Dredge Appraisal Died Again RIP(!!!) | Loren the Owl

I wanted to doodle the happenings of Pre-Stream Chat, might have used too much room, but tbh i sorta didn't want to draw a whole lot for today.

featuring @starry-feathers

[yuzu-adagio]

Labyrinth of Touhou in about 10 hours! ....If I don't fall asleep! Should be a grind 'n' chill kinda stream but maybe we can snag the boss this time.

[assigned-caim-at-birth]

Family gathering

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

*tries to organize my thoughts*

*remembers i'm not in school and therefore beholden to neither heaven nor hell nor any man's grading system*

*joyously shredding & tossing all my carefully arranged 3x5 mental notecards into the air like so much beige confetti. raising my arms in victory, cheering raucously until i accidentally inhale bits of homemade confetti*

(*coughing up itty bits of paper like a cat evicting a hairball with a firm understanding of tenants' rights*) wait wat happens next

[marvel-ous-m]

Eddie Munson's Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (1/5)

Part Two

Eddie Munson is many things, but he is not the kind of guy who will kick someone while they’re down.

Call it a hero complex, call it too many hours spent licking his wounds after particularly harsh words from a bully- whatever name you give it, Eddie is vehemently against hurting someone who's clearly already hurting, no matter how much he may hate that individual.

Which is why, in early November of ‘84, Eddie hatches a plan.

It starts in the library, as most of his brilliant ideas do. He’s spending his lunch hour pouring over a borrowed fantasy novel to try and get ideas for NPC’s for his latest campaign with Hellfire, but he gets distracted by a loud thump and a whispered ‘shit’, followed by a sniff. Eddie turns, book still in hand, and proceeds to drop the book onto the carpeted floor of the library in shock.

Because there is Steve Harrington- face beat to hell, hands shakily holding on to a lunch tray, and a salad spewed in all directions at his feet. The librarian- Ms. Boliene (a bitch to everyone other than her outcasts)- began cussing Steve out, demanding he pick up the salad, and Steve got a glossy look in his eye that told Eddie that he was about two seconds from breaking down in tears.

Which- honestly, that was probably the strangest part of this whole ordeal. Steve was King of Hawkins High (and maybe, Eddie theorized, was was the operative word there). Steve had been on a downward slope of popularity since last year when he and Tommy had their falling out. Billy Hargrove (barf) had been getting more and more popular, and, after last weekend, there was a rumor going around that Steve’s girlfriend, Nancy, broke up with him then immediately hooked up with Jonathan Byers.

(Hey, Eddie’s always one to root for the outcasts, he is one, after all- but kinda a dick move, Wheeler. Also, not great of Byers to agree to something like that, especially if he knew about the situation.)

Eddie focused his attention back on the scene in front of him- Steve was now crouching down to pile the wasted salad onto his lunch tray and was blinking rapidly, trying to stave off tears. His head was also doing this thing where it was dipping forward than instantly picking up, like he was trying to even stay awake. Which… huh.

Eddie was sure at this point- this was the lowest he’d ever seen someone get. Even his dad after his mom passed wasn’t like this- at least that bastard could still go out and break shit and get arrested. Steve looked like the only thing he wanted to do at this point was fall apart. Why was he even at school?

Eddie sighed and stood, crossing the room to where Steve was crouching. He gently batted Steve’s hands away and finished cleaning up his lunch, tossing it (and the plastic tray- because fuck this school, honestly) into the large garbage can sitting by the front door of the library. When he turned around Steve was standing, looking a bit shell-shocked. “I… that was my lunch.”

“The floor salad was your lunch? I could believe that before you dropped it, but after? Dude, that’s a low that you cannot reach. I have an extra sandwich in my bag, c’mon.”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s arm, letting go immediately when he felt the whole-body flinch that Harrington gave. Eddie held his hands up, backing up towards the table where he was sitting previously. “I won’t touch you, but you should probably eat, Harrington. I’m extending the metaphorical olive branch in the form of food, I promise that I’m not gonna bite your head off.”

Steve assessed the situation, eyes darting around the library, before he finally nodded and joined Eddie at his table, sitting across from the spot where all of his materials were strewn about. Eddie grabbed his book from the floor and ripped into his backpack, pulling his lunch out and passing it to Steve. (It wasn’t really an extra sandwich, it was his lunch, but it was fine. Jeff always brought snacks to Hellfire and Eddie wasn’t even that hungry today).

Steve stared at the cling-wrapped sandwich in shock, then carefully set to unwrapping it. Eddie noticed a slight tremor in his hands, but decided against commenting on it. “So, uh… what happened?” Fuck, Eddie, abort, abort, that was literally the last goddamn thing you were supposed to ask.

“Um…” Steve finished unwrapping the sandwich, pulling the bread slices apart. “Bologna?”

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it. I know it probably goes against your rich folk sensibilities, but I promise it’s worth a try.”

“Yeah.” Steve took a bite of the sandwich, then washed it down with the bottle of water Eddie slid his way. “S’not my first time having bologna and it won’t be my last. Not bad, though.” Steve set the sandwich down, licking his lips. “Thank you, by the way. Eddie, right? You played at battle of the bands last year?”

Eddie blinked in surprise. The change in conversation topic made him totally forget his previous question. “Um- yeah, that was me. Me and the boys- Corroded Coffin. Not your thing?”

“No! I liked it, actually. Very ‘stick it to the man’. I can get behind that.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve, to which he received a responding chuckle. “My dad- he’s an asshole.” oh shit, did Steve’s dad do this?

Eddie’s expression must have shifted, because Steve immediately started rambling. “Shit- no, fuck, I know what you’re thinking, he didn’t do this, my parents have been out of town for like, three months. This was Billy- but it’s fine, really! Like, I can see, and I’m not super dizzy, I’m just a little lacking in coordination which- yeah, the lunch tray. You know what? I’m gonna shut up now.” Steve took another bite of the sandwich and another swig of water, and Eddie noted that Steve’s knee began to bounce up and down.

Eddie decided to push everything aside and deal with it later. Apparently this wound was still fresh (both emotionally and physically), and while Eddie could get into a number of things that Steve just spewed out (his parents have been gone for three months? Billy did this? Steve is halfway to falling over but he’s still at school?!) Eddie elected to change the subject.

“So, Steve, do you know anything about D&D?” Steve’s eyes lit up and he launched into a rant about a couple of kids that he hung around. Eddie listened with a small smirk on his face, eyebrow raised.

Steve was… different than expected. Kind, a little awkward, anxious. There’s only one reason that a jock like him has lunch in the library, and it’s because he didn’t have anyone left to sit with in the Cafeteria. He reminded Eddie of an abandoned dog… specifically a golden retriever with Steve’s eyes and his floppy hair.

Curse Eddie’s big heart and savior complex, but he knew what he had to do. Steve was about to become the newest member of Eddie’s little herd of lost sheep, whether he liked it or not.

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I haven’t decided if I’m going to write a part 2- let me know if you’d be interested in one! I’m so glad to be back to writing after a very long semester of school. I should be writing a lot this summer, so drop some prompts in my ask if you want to see something specific!

[sealistic]

continuing the qsmp polaroid fanart w/ etoiles and tina post-pvp check 📷🤼

[kristiliqua]

hatsootne miku stream goes hard ngl

[statementlou]

✨WALLS✨

[tsukana]

oh phil u wanna do a terraswoopforce stream again so bad u wanna do one w/the qsmp folk so bad oooooh

[revenantstrampstamp]

Thinking about this moment because we actually see Rev panic and lose control. He’s angry, sure, but he’s also scared. And that’s what I think is mainly motivating his actions this time. He’d just regained some of his autonomy, and hadn’t even begun to process how he didn’t even know he lacked it for a couple hundred years, before his autonomy was being threatened AGAIN.

The first thing Rev voices panic at as he malfunctions is his lack of control. Pair that with him hearing the others refer to him as an “asset” and discuss what happens to him as though he’s a weapon and not a person? He loses it. Full tunnel vision. He’s cornered, and that fear of being right back where he was for hundreds of years is pushing him to lash out harder than he has before. Coupled with the rage that accompanies that? Not a good combo. He’s seeing red, determined to take down whoever’s messing with him, and act as out of control as possible to show them-and everyone else- that he is not controllable anymore.

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PSA HOW TO ACCESS PRE-STREAM CHAT

[juusangatsu]

Itou Masami (Izumi's VA), the true leader of Knights (lol)

I subbed this bit from today's live stream I thought was really funny. I love Knights' seiyuus so much.

[i-am-a-fan]

So in the lego monkie kid show, a lego show that was targeted for an easter audience but has since been expanded into a larger fanbase, there are multiple types of demons. Some look more animalistic and others looks more human with an in-between of ogre like looking individuals. However, only one character looks almost entirely human and is certainly a demon, a character named redson. His build looks more similar to that of his mother’s, who is the celestial maiden known as ‘lady iron fan’, and that of Nezha, a celestial warrior, despite Redson having both a celestial and demonic heritage. However, Redson only seems to pay homage to his Demonic blood and never mentions his celestial side. Maybe it was because their mother was banished and they took it upon themselves to shun out the part of him that was like the part that hurt their mother. And if so, isn’t it cruel that he gained only the appearance of that side? Then again, it could be that because he looks more like a celestial being, they feel the need to overcompensate for their lack of demonic features and will repeatedly announce their actions to be more demonic? The character is forever stuck between two worlds in a society that already has so much diversity.

[rznant]

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