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☆My Full DHMIS Interpretation!☆

Hi guys!! Recently I re-watched the DHMIS show with my mum, a fellow fan. It made me remember that, last year, I was totally obsessed with theorising despite the very possible futility of all this, haha. I was always nervous about sharing this before, but I've had almost three years to let my interpretations of this wacky, wonderful show bake in the oven of my heart. I think I'm ready to decorate and share it here at last (✿◡‿◡)

(Disclaimer: This is all just my interpretation! Nothing here is confirmed or denied officially. Whatever you believe is just as awesome! :D)

Alrighty, here we go!

The basis for my entire interpretation is one core idea: Lesley is using the world of DHMIS, which I’ll be calling the felt world hereafter, as a very unhelpful coping mechanism. I do not see her character as actively malicious; the felt world is simply born from her mind and influenced by both her desires and subconscious. Her trauma and grief is thus continuously spilling into and corrupting the felt world against her will, causing its oddness and comedically overkill levels of gore that we all know and love. But why is Lesley’s mind so darkened?

To start with the basics, Lesley was likely, once upon a time, just a human woman with a son called David. This is a pretty unanimous starting point amongst theorists and I see why! Lesley herself is the only (ambiguously) fully human-like character to exist in the felt world. If she’s not human, she’s at the very least live-action. Ergo, she's significant. She mentions a son, and her anger or pain in this moment certainly suggests grief to me. I have almost no doubt that Yellow Guy represents her son. The D on his overalls for David, the gravestone bearing this name, his car-crash dream, Lesley's fondness for him which perhaps we can connect to the fact he has never truly died on-screen in the manner of Duck and Red...

Judging from the Mulhoven dream, I believe that Yellow's human equivalent was a young adult moving to the village. To me, Mulhoven must have been the actual name of the place, since it’s just too…realistic and not funny or dark or a pun. It sounds like a real place you’d find here in England. I believe David moved sometime after university. I say this age-wise because Lesley seems frozen at one age (she’d have died of old age otherwise, with how time passes in the series), and if this is around the age she was when David died, then her age makes sense if he was 25-ish. Also, Charged Yellow Guy very much reads as an adult to me, and seems to know a lot about both academic and distinctly mature domestic topics such as insurance. Uncharged Yellow, then, represents a younger, child version of David. I'd say Lesley willingly keeps him uncharged because this way she can pretend he's still her helpless child.

So David was moving to Mulhoven, and possibly Lesley was worried or reluctant to see him go, as most mothers would be. The idealistic, 60s era kind of dream YG has suggests that David had a very positive view of the village, and also that he had grown up around the 60s-80s; his childhood shows spill into his reborn puppet self's dreams. Despite David’s enthusiasm, Lesley worried, and unfortunately her fears came true when David was hit by a car and likely killed when moving in. Judging by Lesley's actions, obsession with control, the sheer bloodiness of her mind state, and the fact her name is the reg plate of the Transport teacher who spends most of his screen time as a car, I believe she was visiting David (perhaps as a surprise or out of spontaneous worry, or just to help him move) and was the one who accidentally hit him.

I at first had no clue what the bird represents in YG’s dream, but now I theorise it was a pet he was chasing. A parting gift from Lesley, maybe? I think David must have had a fondness for birds, leading to Lesley making Duck just for him in the felt world. Duck is also his fave colour (green!) and Yellow Guy seems awfully attached to him, as if it were meant to be. At the start of the felt world, Lesley probably did intend for Duck and Red Guy to serve as Yellow's best friends...maybe the aforementioned trauma looming over her mind's creation has even infected them, breaking apart her intended dynamic and encouraging the two to mistreat YG. If Duck represents that runaway bird, the one thing Lesley could truly use as a scapegoat for David's death, then of course she hates him. Of course she torments him, subconsciously or consciously, throughout the series. Some part of her sees it as a sort of revenge.

There's also the idea that this is why Duck is inherently a bit of a jerk in the TV show...maybe he was never meant to be a best friend. Maybe Lesley actually put him in there to be a punching bag, meant to be hated and tortured, meant to relinquish her self-believed guilt. She might not have expected YG to like him; seems like Duck is almost predisposed to cruelty towards Yellow, after all. When he did like Duck, Lesley kept him around. This is an interesting idea but I think I like the former more; Duck is just modelled after something David loved and Lesley hates.

Anyway, all of this is why I think Duck’s head is pasted over the pet in the dream. Red is probably the neighbour in the dream either due to actually being a stand-in for one of David’s neighbours or because, well, when you spend every waking second of your puppet life with someone, their face is probably going to slip into your dreams!

(Note: I saw a theory that "don't hug me, I'm scared" could have been David's last words as he bled out and Lesley tried to hold him but couldn't. And, like, that's so insanely, horrifically sad that I can't NOT include it here?! It makes a lot of sense too! Lesley's grief is so overwhelming that it even determines the title of her coping mechanism styled after a show. She cannot escape it, even in the title of her fantasy world. Gosh...)

Now, what happened after David’s death?

Well, I don't like to think the show is just a metaphor...rather a physical thing with metaphorical elements? I think the human world preceding the felt world (so, their version of plain old reality) is not quite our human world, so I'm ignoring logic here. I believe that the people in the attic room above Lesley’s room are responsible, judging from their framed significance and how Lesley talks about them with a hint of fear in cut storyboard lines.

There’s a good chance these things initially reached out to Lesley as she grieved and made a sort of deal with her: she could play out her fantasies in a world made directly from/influenced by her brain and her wishes, so long as she gave her entire life for it. Lesley agreed, of course, and became what she is in the show. The process of becoming the puppetmaster of such a world has, in a sense, immortalised Lesley, preventing her from ageing and keeping her in a human-puppet hybrid body (hence her stitches and exposed stuffing…perhaps she’s been neglecting self-care) so she can play forever. Be with her new son forever. I also think the stitches and stuffing could be, alternatively, a sign she was injured or almost died in the same crash that killed her son. Why did the higher-up beings do this for Lesley, then? Give her all she wanted and potentially bring her back to life?

It’s a good question. Perhaps the higher-ups, whatever they are, are just looking for amusement. Maybe we can go comedically surreal and they're demonic types or monsters stealing her soul or whatever, haha. Realistically, I think that if they're ever revealed, they'll be the actual show creators from our real world...bit of meta and all that! The aforementioned storyboards really do imply that Lesley is afraid of them to an extent...so it's her world, yes, but even she is just "dancing in chains", trapped forever as the puppets are trapped. This explains her emotional instability too—really, it's a total miracle she's not WAY worse after being trapped in an attic playing with dead-son dolls for decades or even longer. Gosh.

Onto the webseries, yay! Now, I could just dismiss this whole thing and say it's a separate universe from the TV show, and that the TV series just uses the same characters in a different way. Sure. It is plausible. But between the references the TV show makes to the webseries and the fact that the DHMIS writers are actual geniuses and I love them, I think there must be a connection. Somehow. And I think the webseries is, in a sense, an earlier version of Lesley's playground. A version where the series had to be filmed to be broadcast to the higher-ups (see Creativity, and Computers’ ending with the filming sets), until Lesley later made a world where these higher-ups, whatever they are, could simply live in the house above the rest of the puppets and her, able to observe or control it all easily.

I also suppose the cameras could be Lesley’s way of watching over the lot of them even while she’s not there to keep a direct eye on things…!

So why isn’t Lesley in the webseries? Even if the true answer is just “her character wasn’t implemented until the TV series”, I still think this could work into my interpretation. For example, in the early days just after she had become the puppetmaster (so to speak), Lesley likely needed to experiment just as all writers and creators do. To me, the webseries represents a sort of early draft, one of the many, many versions of the show created by Lesley to test out the characters, their dynamics, et cetera. That’s why everything is so different in the TV show, when Lesley has more of a final product. The stories are longer, the house is more of a house, the characters are less (lovably!) one-note, and even little details like their voices and designs have shifted.

Perhaps Lesley had multiple versions of her test/early worlds running at once and couldn't possibly man them all with her singular brain–so she created Roy.

I think Roy is one of two things: he could be a slapped-together, makeshift dad character for YG to replace Lesley (explaining his very odd behaviour and appearance if he was a rush-job), meant to serve as the guardian of the webseries world. Or he could be a mean-spirited caricature of Lesley's (ex?)husband, again explaining his gross behaviour and comically sloppy appearance if she wasn't too fond of him. Either way, she left him in charge of one of her early/test felt worlds, abandoned it so she could test out some more, and expected this to go well. It, of course, didn't, because Roy was born purely from herself—her grief, pain and hatred. He's literally concentrated malice. This made him a HORRIBLE puppetmaster, and he completely wrecked the webseries world, turning it quickly into a cycle of torture and gore.

Worst of all in Lesley’s eyes, I’m sure, Roy even seems to hate Yellow. He punishes him for absolutely nothing, and does so endlessly. Is this how Lesley saw her husband, as a monster who mistreated their son, or is this just the result of her disturbed mind? Her own repressed hatred of Yellow? Not that she actually hates him, of course not, but I think everyone can think of something they hate even about the people they love the most. It never bothers us enough to counteract the goodness. Imagine, then, if that tiny feeling—that worm of hate—was enhanced and distorted and bloated in the form of a cruel new body, made purely from your negative emotions.

The fact this was an early draft sort of world also explains the puppet trio having less nuanced personalities and acting more like puppet-show archetypes. The silly kind main character, the eccentric smarty-pants (Stingy from LazyTown anyone? lol) and the cool sarcastic big-brother type. They didn't even seem to have much if any malice towards one another in those days. In fact, they seemed to get along remarkably well considering the circumstances. Duck, the biggest bastard from the TV series, is a total silly sweetheart in the webseries! The worst he does is gently yell at Yellow once. They were all so different back then. Whether Lesley rewrote their personalities for more depth by the time of the TV show, or her trauma again infected them all and deteriorated Red's initial aloof, unshakable confidence and Duck's former kindness and optimism…that’s another question, and either option fascinates me!

Now what about the realistic world filled with Red Guys? My explanation isn’t as deep as some out there, I’m afraid. I simply believe this is another fake layer of Roy’s felt world, meant to trick Red into thinking that was all there was out there beyond the house–Roy added it in simply to keep him in line if he ever escaped. Red got out quite unexpectedly, it appears, so perhaps Roy had to throw together the Red Guy world in a rush by copy-pasting Red’s uninterested and near emotionless default form a few dozen times. Our Red, who has had a fair bit of character development in the webseries, is by that point too enthusiastic for anything resembling his former selves. Roy may have known this and could have been trying to coax Red into returning to the felt world–that, or the Red world served as a bland punishment for escaping at all.

I think the dumpster from the TV series’ Transport is similar–a sort of safety net layer to the felt world, there to break the rebellious psyche of the puppets every time they try to get out or disobey. By convincing them that there’s nothing but darkness and boredom outside of the felt world, they are conditioned to accept their felt world; note how Red is suddenly okay with his surroundings after Transport.

Either that or they actually did escape successfully in Transport, but coincidentally ended up in a rubbish tip in the real world and, due to their forced naivete, assumed the entire world was like that. Before they could even explore and realise this wasn’t the case, Lesley took them home. It’s a remarkably sad thought…still, I do believe this was just another layer of Lesley’s fake world, especially since she was able to seemingly drag them all back into the felt world so easily. In this case, the protests of the teachers and the satnav could be read as either genuine (maybe Lesley panicked–does she lose control over the trio the further they get away?), a warning, or another level of manipulation. Either way, Lesley gets her puppets home, spirits were successfully broken. Unless, as others have suggested, Lesley left that lot to rot in the fake real world and replaced them with copies. I personally don’t believe so, but again, perfectly on-brand nightmare fuel!

Back to the RG world, this is why Red was so easily able to clip back into the felt world when he wanted to. The second he openly misses his friends and their life, bam, he’s in the felt world (or the transitional space between them!). It seems it was always waiting for him to give up on his dreams and return to it. That’s also, presumably, how he could contact the other two via their phone–their worlds were just a skin away from one another. This is similar to how, in the TV series, Lesley shoots down their individual hopes of having a family outside of the trio with even more illusions/fake worlds (the RG photoshoot could be a recycled RG world), and completely shatters their hope in Transport, even if this was not all intentional. It’s all her subconscious working hard to keep everything in check…

Thinking about it, Roy seems, in this webseries, to have inherited mainly Lesley’s dark side and her obsession with control (which we can assume has loosened slightly by the TV show—maybe she thinks it’s more interesting if they have slightly heightened free will?), which explains his actions quite clearly. It explains why the teachers he sends are so cruel and quick to shut down anything that goes against them, for one. Whilst Lesley in the TV series only has loose control over the characters, likely because she likes it this way by that point, Roy is utterly hellbent on control, control, control. He literally has a control panel to summon the teachers and even Duck, suggesting he had Duck backups but simply didn’t want to use them since Duck was causing him trouble. Going with the second layer of meaning, this feeds the extended metaphor of art: a lot of creators will put too much emphasis on control and perfection before realising that, sometimes, you have to let things breathe in order to see them flourish; I think this is the lesson Lesley has learnt by the time of the TV series.

Roy, however, was unable to learn; he was a thoughtless vessel for misery. Perhaps he realised that he had screwed up the world he was in charge of. Perhaps Lesley at last watched the footage or checked in and was furious. Roy had, after all, put Yellow, Lesley’s favourite, in harm’s way again and again without mercy. I believe this situation, of being guilty or found out, is why Roy encouraged Red to pull the plug on their world and end the entire thing in what I can only compare to suicide. Hence the webseries’s ending—the trio we know has died, and the new world is just another one of Lesley’s created worlds for testing. She’s just switching up the designs this time, possibly as an apology for Roy’s behaviour—Lesley could be testing out a softer version of her world to see how it’ll go, unaware that her subconscious will make it all bleed and cry again, inevitably. Unfortunately, by the time of the TV series, Lesley has both perfected her formula and made it harsher. No more favourite coloured flesh for you guys!!!

On this topic, what exactly is that void with the control panel? It seems to show up again in Electricity, full of corpses and unused teachers, like some dump. I interpret this as a sort of beta/testing ground which connects every single felt world and loop Lesley has created. There’s a version of Duck dead on the floor and a television playing a seemingly happier version of him, likely both left over from other loops or test worlds.

There’s also some webseries teachers, abandoned and possibly waiting to be repurposed as kinder versions, as Lesley has already clearly done with the lamp, Colin and Tony. The meat guy seems to still be off his head and potentially dangerous, so we can assume he hasn’t been rewritten yet. It does seem like Lesley is actively making an effort to have nicer, safer teachers now. Well, at least kinder to Yellow.

The briefcase doesn’t directly hurt ANYONE unless you count the coin (and this is very likely allowed by Lesley because she seemingly hates Duck anyway lol), the coffin tries to get rid of Duck which Lesley probably sees as a kindness, then the lamp is a little odd but calm and sweet, and he at least attempts to be comforting…

The train is also harmless and probably one of Lesley’s earliest creations pulled out for the unscheduled, emergency lesson, judging by his age, condition and the fact that transport is like a comedically common theme for kids’ show episodes. If Time Child is a Lesley creation then he probably would have genuinely let the puppets have fun too. Then at last, Electracey is the most obviously kind of the whole lot–she’s downright adorable in her sweetness, and when she hurts Yellow it is quite obviously without any intent to harm.

The only teachers we can’t pinpoint as Lesley’s creations are the twins and Warren due to their designs and particularly odd behaviour. This may explain why they are the most actively malicious; they could be things Lesley accidentally created, due to her mind forcing dark, dangerous things into the felt world as a result of her emotional and mental state. As we see the twins in the dream sequence of Transport, it’s highly possible that they were Lesley and David’s actual relatives and the puppet versions are how Lesley’s mind remembers them or distorts them through her grief and slipping sanity. As for Warren…erm, no clue. He feels like he just wandered on set. My only guess is that he’s some side character gone rogue but Lesley found the scenario interesting enough to keep, haha!

So returning to the void…this explains the arts and crafts mess going on there. Lesley’s mind is processing the props she has and making new things too, ready to drop them into the world when needed. This is also why the intro scene fridge is the star of the famous fridge scene, rather than the kitchen fridge—this void is where Lesley keeps the parts needed for the intro sequence, ready to pop them out whenever a new “episode” starts. Because the void is a nothing space, a big waiting room, the characters are thrown here when the lights go out and she can’t watch them. They are likewise suddenly no longer confined to Lesley’s rules.

Note that every single scene in the entire show is either somewhat funny or somewhat disturbing. Now, the fridge scene could be read as slightly funny at a stretch, but it’s honestly just…unapologetically sweet. It is clear that this can only happen in the darkness, away from Lesley, away from the show, away from the rules. RG and Duck are literally breaking the rules of their very existence here. Plus, Electricity is almost objectively one of the most well-made DHMIS episodes. Every minute of the episode is crucial and well-spent, filled with fast-paced jokes, character exploration, huge lore reveals. Every second is timed and precious. They wouldn’t waste that precious thirty seconds on the fridge scene unless it would make the audience really laugh (it doesn’t), disturb them (it doesn’t)...or unless it was very significant. I’m sure you can guess where I lean! The emotional weight of the first fully emotional moment in the entire six episode series cannot be overstated, and it says a lot about how Lesley’s influence usually keeps the characters cruel and lonely and in pain, even though she likely doesn’t mean to do this to them. Without her, they can break down their walls so quickly.

Lesley’s influence going against her will is something we see again and again, actually. Her name is subtly slapped onto surface after object in this show, from the transport teacher’s reg to the credits of Grolton and Hovris. To me this again is suggesting the absolute influence her troubled mind is having on the felt world beyond her control, stamping her name on everything, even things which cause pain or confusion, as if to subconsciously confess to the world her shame and guilt. It’s good to note that the mention of Lesley in the Grolton credits claim she’s the script editor, which to me could be read as symbolism for her entire role in the TV series—she’s not really causing everything, more guiding and supervising and, well, editing what’s there.

Lesley just lets her teachers loose, sees where it goes, then edits the “script” that plays out in her own way through censoring and resetting if she doesn’t like the turnout. I doubt Lesley wants the trio to know about her influence, so the fact her name and even her face appear so often regardless again implies her mind is expressing her feelings of guilt and responsibility, maybe even in a cry for help…? I imagine a part of her wants to be free from the chains she and the trio are locked into together forever. I doubt she’s allowed to leave or die.

Then of course, as I’ve mentioned previously, my theory is that all the dark features of the show are unavoidable, unremovable effects of Lesley’s subconscious; her pain leaks into every aspect of her fantasy world even as she attempts to drown it out in bright colours and cheerful songs. I like to think her grasp on this has improved since the webseries, considering the very slightly less nightmarish existence the trio face now, but clearly she’s unable to get rid of this darkness. Food becomes disgusting piles of raw meat, reminding us of dead bodies. Grieving is rendered a parody—a funeral service describing David so very inaccurately, strangers mourning, offering food, offering replacements, when all Lesley wanted was David back…and “David” stays in the coffin, awake the whole episode, not unlike Yellow Guy’s existence now akin to a reanimated corpse. Everything, inherently horrible or sweet and innocent, is filtered through the same dark screen of unresolved trauma. The puppets are desensitised, and so is Lesley. How could they not be after seemingly endless loops?

Hang on. How long has this cycle been going, then? It’s one of my most burning questions. Personally, I believe the series as we have seen it takes place in the actual real-world present (2011-2022 so far) but Lesley has made it so her world, the felt world, won’t move or change. Likewise, she is immortal in this state. So she’s playing out a very weird, modern-blended version of the fifties or sixties while the world has moved on. Despite this, Lesley clearly knows about media and inventions that came out much later, so maybe she didn’t create the world until like a few decades after David died. Or, maybe, she can still see the human world…maybe even travel between it and her own.

Now, I don’t think David necessarily died in the fifties or sixties—I think this was more likely just a time in his childhood if we continue to say he was in his 20s or at a stretch early 30s when he died. This also explains why YG was like 40 then 50 in the pilot, although of course this was scrapped. Also explains why Duck is implied to be 31 in Time—that’s way too specific of a badge number to just be whatever they could grab at the last minute in Card Factory. Unless their weirdly specific ages are just another little running joke, which I’d appreciate too. Still, if we take it seriously, it adds up! Duck and Red were probably created a few years after YG in order to give him someone to talk to. Unless he’s older than them because he’s kept in a somewhat young body which Lesley counted as his age from the first loop, thus making him technically older than the other ones…

Ouch, my brain. I’m not the one to talk about this; I failed my maths GCSE.

Still, I think it makes sense! And I think this is why YG is trapped as a sort of half-adult half-child (I’m saying this an autistic girl, please don’t get mad…), and why Lesley keeps his batteries low and gross so he’ll forever be similar to a child. Also so he will never be able to figure out how to escape, if there is a way. I get the feeling that he cannot simply be replaced like Duck and seemingly Red…he’s more valuable to Lesley either way, because he’s her mind’s direct recreation of her son in puppet form. Or if you want to go the weird demon deal kind of route, YG actually contains his soul? I don’t know, hehe.

I think Lesley originally had him on full power batteries, but realised his awareness was difficult to deal with so let him run dry from then on, again exerting the small level of indirect control she allows herself over him. Under this assumption, we again can say that Charged Yellow represents adult David who moved away from Lesley and tried to make his own life before he was killed. I also believe this because he keeps the traits he has as Uncharged Yellow-–he’s sweet, caring even towards Electracey, and very curious, implying these are innate qualities. When charged, he just gains the ability to do something with this curiosity and articulate his thoughts. He really does read like a grown-up, freshly uni-educated Yellow Guy. Perhaps this level of human-inspired compassion is what prevents him from fitting in with Big and Bigger Duck/Red, who are constructs of Lesley who have been “enlightened” in the wrong ways—they have gained knowledge but lost their hearts. They can be filled with book-smarts artificially, but not with emotion or compassion; this can only be something they learn on their own outside of the spotlight, like in the fridge scene. It is not something Lesley can give them.

See, people joke about Lesley being a FluffyBird shipper and. Yes actually, that makes a lot of sense, and I’m totally serious! Though she definitely prefers YG and seems to dislike Duck to some extent, or at least neglect him, she often pairs him off with Red for the stories she gets the teachers to kickstart. This could be so she gets to observe Yellow on his own, or could be a natural consequence of her seeming fondness for isolating YG in general–the other two end up stuck together in the wake of this, so inevitably bond a little. It does seem like Lesley encourages this, fueling Duck’s subtle obsession with Red in the process—if we think darkly, perhaps this is another a way to torture Duck even more, since Red is comparatively aloof with him and seems to prefer Yellow most of the time. How sad…

Oh, and speaking of sad duck things, I think I’d be remiss not to cover Silly Sad Duck, that freaky little bonus track on the official album! I only just discovered it and it’s driving me bananas in the best way because I’m a huge Duck fan and any insight into his character makes me scream. To be blunt, I think this track is meant to be Duck being tormented by Roy or one of the teachers, either as he lays in the hospital bed all drugged up, or when he’s already been eaten and returned to the void. Note this void also seems to be stretching into the world in the ending of Electricity unless that’s just a visual metaphor for the loop or the transitions between loops…agh my head hurts…

ANYWAY this track really demonstrates just how much Roy hates Duck—again, if he was created from Lesley’s darker emotions, this makes sense if she hates him too. Duck is being relentlessly mocked for missing his friends, called silly…and his “voice” is so distorted. It sounds like a purposefully bad impression. To me it feels like he’s being controlled to speak and thus add to the mockery of himself, or he’s utterly drugged off his head, or the teacher/Roy is mimicking his voice to make fun of him. And then the ending…who is that?

My guesses: the cans coming to suck his guts out, the other two here to reunite for the new-colour loop or the TV show or some other loop, or maybe even just a teacher or Roy coming to torture him some more. This entire song establishes Duck’s love for his friends, even though he finds it tricky to express, and all in a way where he is mocked and belittled for daring to love. This is, like, insanely hate-fuelled mockery. There’s a quote from that one interview where Duck says he loves whoever loves him back. At his core, he is fuelled by love tied with ego. And both are being ridiculed in this track. This makes me a sad duck too.

To explain why I think this voice represents or even is Roy…well, that voice is just how I imagine Roy’s human equivalent would have sounded really…it’s a pretty similar accent to Lesley after all. They seem kind of posh, which makes Yellow’s Yorkshire-y accent even funnier. I say Yorkshire because I’m from there, but it’s probably more vaguely Northern? Just so noticeably distinct from Lesley’s.

I think I’ve covered most of my major points! AKA, gushing about this show because it’s my favourite thing ever made EVER! I could gush forever, so I’ll have to stop myself now.

Right then, to wrap this up, here’s a loose order of events I’ve constructed based on my interpretation…

One. David, Lesley’s son is hit by a car and dies. Either soon after this happens or some years later, she is given the power to watch over and, to some degree, control a world with a puppet version of him and his new puppet companions. Lesley begins experimenting with different versions of the world; drafts, so to speak, testing the power of her creations.

Two. The webseries. This follows one of the worlds Lesley created, left in the very incapable hands of Roy, who is a puppet caricature of her husband with very little human emotion beyond malice. Roy tortures the puppets instead of watching over and guiding them as Lesley intended him to do. Impatient, he ends up booting Red and Duck the second they question things: he kills Duck (and does this torturously, keeping him alive on a blood bag as his guts are removed) and throws Red out into a fake world. When Roy or Lesley decides this world is a failure, Roy encourages Red to destroy it by pulling their plug, and another loop begins.

Three. The pilot. Though scrapped, the pilot is still oddly canon since Clayhill is mentioned to have disappeared in Transport. We can assume that Lesley had been experimenting, but was ultimately unhappy with the tone or characters of Clayhill and decided to destroy it to try something closer to her original concepts. If I were Lesley I would have kept the horrible bowling ball joke though

Four. The TV series. It seems as if Lesley is at last satisfied with her creation, at least for the time being, and keeps the loop going in this one world contained in one funny pink house. In this world, Lesley is physically close to the puppets to keep a watchful eye directly over them. She seems to be having a problem with them gaining self-awareness, especially Yellow Guy, who actually meets her over and over. Still, this just continues in an endless loop, never going anywhere. Memories are dissolved as soon as they form, characters are reset like clockwork, and nothing ever changes. Lesley seems content, though it’s difficult to tell…

All done! Wow, if you read this far, you’re a star!!!!!!! THANK YOU <3

For those interested, I also have an in-depth Big/Bigger Boys analysis not too far back (I haven’t posted in a while!) and a handful of questionable fanfics which use my interpretations and slip into character analysis on my AO3 :D

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Am I thw only one who thinks that Tyrion will like Dany in the books and be her ally?

Not at all, nonnie. Dany and Tyrion are two of the most subversive characters in ASOIAF and it makes sense he would become her ally. Tyrion has political experience and did try to make changes within the system when he was acting as Hand - which failed. He knows soft power isn't the solution, and at the end of ADWD, Daenerys comes to terms with the fact that the peace in Meereen was false and that she has to more ruthless.

In ADWD - Tyrion XI, this is what he thought Dany should have done:

There were only a handful of wells within a day's march of Meereen, so the wait was always long. Most of the Yunkish host drew their drinking water from the Skahazadhan, which Tyrion had known was a very bad idea even before the healer's warning. The clever ones took care to stay upstream of the latrines, but they were still downstream of the city. The fact that there were any good wells at all within a day's march of the city only went to prove that Daenerys Targaryen was still an innocent where siegecraft was concerned. She should have poisoned every well. Then all the Yunkishmen would be drinking from the river. See how long their siege lasts then.

He’s far from being naive about this and knows no one keeps their hands clean in a war. Compared to Dany, Tyrion is darker, but as I said, she also came to terms with the fact that a revolution means fire and blood at the end of ADWD. The Daenerys Tyrion will meet won’t be the innocent girl he’s talking about here, because she’s had proof the peace was false. Basically, Tyrion isn’t the whitewashed version the show gave us who will read the Geneva Convention to Dany. Still in ADWD, we see Tyrion already understands on some level who Daenerys is and more importantly, that he has respect for her:

In Tyrion II:

Viserys was Mad Aerys’s son, just so. Daenerys … Daenerys is quite different.” He popped a roasted lark into his mouth and crunched it noisily, bones and all. “The frightened child who sheltered in my manse died on the Dothraki sea, and was reborn in blood and fire. This dragon queen who wears her name is a true Targaryen.

In Tyrion VI:

"I know that she spent her childhood in exile, impoverished, living on dreams and schemes, running from one city to the next, always fearful, never safe, friendless but for a brother who was by all accounts half-mad … a brother who sold her maidenhood to the Dothraki for the promise of an army. I know that somewhere out upon the grass her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has crossed the grasslands and the red waste, survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandaled feet."

"Must?” Tyrion made a tsking sound. “That is not a word queens like to hear. You are her perfect prince, agreed, bright and bold and comely as any maid could wish. Daenerys Targaryen is no maid, however. She is the widow of a Dothraki khal, a mother of dragons and sacker of cities, Aegon the Conqueror with teats. She may not prove as willing as you wish.”

[...] this Mother of Dragons, this Breaker of Chains, is above all a rescuer.”

This is incredibly important, because Daenerys deserves this acknowledgement and respect. Dany and Tyrion also have things in common now: both exiled, both seen as monsters, both had traumatic experiences with their family... Tyrion doesn’t talk about Dany like all the men he meets in ADWD, because he knows from personal experience that you can’t trust what people say. They called him a monster, too. He hasn’t even met Dany yet, but he still understands who she is fundamentally. There’s a reason why so many Dany fans quote what Tyrion says about her in ADWD.

There’s also foreshadowing with the white lion through the books, as some people have talked about here (I really recommend reading all this post!) I do believe Tyrion also has a bigger role to play, perhaps as the third head of the dragon since GRRM said it didn’t have to be a Targaryen. The first and second heads are obviously Dany and Jon, and while there are a lot of different theories, I like the one where it’s Tyrion.

#ASOIAF #Daenerys Targaryen #Tyrion Lannister #answered

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Crimson Eclipse (Hell Trip #2)

Hell Trip 1 | The entire series on Ao3

Taglist: @vite-poh, @theoracleofgiana, @writeblr-of-my-own,@holdmyteaplease, @digital-chance

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“Hey Lilith?” Luna looked over at the Queen of Hell. It felt odd to be on familiar terms with someone who wanted her dead, but I guess reuniting the Queen with her long-lost son was a way to end up in this position. “I been having weird dreams about my ancestor who looks exactly like me.” Lilith had turned away from her plants to look at the young teenager. There seemed to be a glimmer in her eyes that weren’t there before.

“What do you think it means?”

“I think, I was her? That sounds stupid, but considering I’m in hell; anything could happen.” Luna was so confused as this trip had answered a lot of questions, but also added onto the pile. She didn’t really know who she was; Luna didn’t remember a lot of her childhood or parents and their leave was very abrupt, as if they had to leave instead of wanting to. They were still terrible parents, but it made a little more sense. “I just feel like you have some big destiny for me and I am suppose to figure it out.”

“You pretty much did.”

“Is this why you and Viktor hate each other? Something to do with my ancestor’s death? Which is also me?” Luna took a sharp exhale as this was frustrating; it was all there, but it had just clicked in all of a sudden. It made Luna feel dumb for not noticing sooner. The queen stood up and walked through the garden with Luna. It was quiet until they reached a beautiful pink tree. Apparently, it was a Cherry Blossom tree, but there were no cherries growing on it.

“When you were Moony, you lived in a town that was filled with corruption and dark memories from my past. A prophecy was made when Viktor and Antonio were transformed about a teenager taking down the wizard in charge and freeing those he oppressed.”

“Was I that teenager?”

“Yes. You were successful at first, but your uncle Viktor had come back to check in with you and it led to your capture and death. He didn’t know what was going on and didn’t mean for you to get executed but, he interfered and continued the suffering of people for generations. I don’t blame him fully for it, but he should learn to stay out of things he wasn’t meant to get involved with. He tends to butt into conflicts without thinking and makes others suffer for his lack of brain power.”

“Sounds about right for him.” The queen looked up at the tree as a small raven had landed on top of the blooming branches.

“You were reborn into a life that was much better than your old one, but filled with much more hardship. I didn’t plan for you to be reborn in the town you died in but, I tend to think of it as a sign for success. I wasn’t sure you would be ready for it in this life, but something told me that you wanted to help your people. After all, things have gotten much worse.”

“Of course I want to help my people. If I don’t, who will? The cult of-“ Luna watched as the queen gave her a quick glare and the teenager quickly stopped talking.

“My cult could. They just remain hidden, waiting for their chosen one to give them a plan of attack. But you aren’t ready yet, and that is fine. Eventually, you will be ready.”

“Ready? For what?”

Rebellion

#crimson eclipse #fiction #writing #story #writeblr #fantasy #my writing #pre-rebel arc

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waiting-on-a-dream · 9 months

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𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 (𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝)

1. Are your parents proud of you?

Kiyoshi: I've done everything in my power to make sure they are.

Mayumi: I hope so.

2. Are you a dog or cat person?

Kiyoshi: Dogs are cheerful and loyal. I have soft spot for them.

Mayumi: Dogs are too energetic for my liking, so cats.

3. A childhood comfort food of yours?

Kiyoshi: Crab onigiri. Always accessible in my hometown.

Mayumi: Red bean soup.

4. Have you travelled internationally?

Kiyoshi: Nope. I've never left Japan.

Mayumi: I once travelled to Taiwan for vacation.

5. Your dream job?

Kiyoshi: A job that allows me to travel. A travel blogger maybe?

Mayumi: Being a judge doesn't sound bad.

6. Your idea of a perfect society?

Kiyoshi: Everyone living together harmoniously.

Mayumi: Everyone working together and looking after each other.

7. How often do you lie?

Kiyoshi: Only when I have to.

Mayumi: I never lie.

8. Is murder acceptable?

Kiyoshi: For certain situations, yes.

Mayumi: Perhaps not. Who am I to judge?

9. Were you in the right?

Kiyoshi: I'm struggling with that right now.

Mayumi: I don't care anymore.

10. Would you kill again?

Kiyoshi: If I can help it, of course not.

Mayumi: Who knows?

11. What do you think of Daisuke?

Kiyoshi: He's very much a city man. He doesn't seem to like me much.

Mayumi: He's no longer as bad as he was during the first trial.

12. Your thoughts on your Mayumi/Kiyoshi?

Kiyoshi: Mayumi-san seems like a nice and righteous person. I believe she deserves to be voted innocent.

Mayumi: Kiyoshi-san deserves to be voted guilty more than me.

13. Your hopes for the third trial?

Kiyoshi: That I will be set free.

Mayumi: That everyone receives the judgement they deserve.

14. Do you love humanity?

Kiyoshi: Yes? I believe we should all get along.

Mayumi: I've lost faith in them.

15. If you could be reborn?

Kiyoshi: I would like to be born into a small city, with loving parents and many children my age to befriend.

Mayumi: Being born into a rich family that contributes greatly to society would be nice.

#mayumi giving more playful answers to serious questions after being voted guilty for t1 *nervous laughter*#I like how this post highlights the differences between kiyoshi and mayumi #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #prisoner 009: miyahara kiyoshi #prisoner 010: okura mayumi

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dumbbitchhour · 7 months

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Ibrahim El-Salahi, Reborn Sounds of CHildhood Dreams I, 1961-1965 x

#Ibrahim El-Salahi #a

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rainbowxocs · 1 year

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TW: This Character has allot of dark details in her backstory and just general lore. Unfortunately due to her being from the 1400s we have to talk allot about how women were treated back then. Including SA, Child Abuse, Sexual Abuse, ETC. I will only use basic descriptions but if that bothers you then just learn about Are via asking questions to her.

CHARACTER INFO:

with notes from me!!! Are!!! :3

Name: Are Yoru (アレ夜)(アレ・ヨル) that’s me!

Alt Names: Akira Otome (Childhood name) (あきらオトメ) haha akira sounds like “a killa”

Are Otome no Aji-Ganashi (アレオトメ脳アジ加那志)

Special Titles: Myobu (命婦), Kikoe-Ogimi (聞得大君), Our Lady Kitsune (わたしたちの狐さま), Chiko (ちこ), Goddess of Okutama (神の奥多摩), Geiko (芸子), The Curse of Okutama (奥多摩の呪い).

Remember to bow down to your Kitsune overlord ;3

Old Titles: Juri (じゅり), Our Lady of Flowers (花の聖母), Maiko (舞妓), Minarai (見習), Shikomi (仕込)

Nicknames: Are-Chan. (アレちゃん)(アレチャン)

Chronological Age: 565. jeez you don’t have to put all my personal business out there.

Age: 18. I’m gonna be young 4eva!

Pronouns: She/They/Nya (In English.)

I Pronouns:

Wagahai (吾輩)(A neutral I that’s incredibly old fashioned, Usually seen as pompous or that the person using it thinks highly of themselves.)

Warawa (わらわ)(A feminine pronoun that’s archaic, Usually used by noblewomen or women of a high class, comes off as pompous.)

Wachiki (わちき) (A feminine archaic pronoun, Usually used by prostitutes in the past.)

Sexuality: Ryōseiai (両性愛, Bisexual), Grayromantic.

Gender: Transfem, Gendervoid, Weirdfoxic, Yanderecoric.

Species: Kitsune (Yurei) (Witch) I’m just a cute wittle foxy, you can put your fingers inside my cage I promise I won’t bite them.

Disorders: CPTSD, HPD, BPD, Suicide Ideation, Insomnia, Autism.

Physical Conditions: Chronic Pain.

Active Addictions: Murder, Self Harm, Nicotine (Vaping.)

Religion: Utaki Shinko, Shintoism. shoutout to my mommsss.

Job: Chashitsu Waitress. it’s like- totally boring.. but.. the owner is this old grandma.. and she’s nice to me so whateva.

Major: Music. college is weird. but i get straight a’s somehow.

Lives in: Okutama, Japan, 2024. hehe okutama isn’t where I’m from but it’s GREAT here!

Languages: Japanese, Uchināguchi, English, Yokai + All Languages.

Height: 5’4”

Race: Indigenous Asian.

Ethnicity: Ryukyuan. I miss my hometown sometimes.

Accent: Okinawan.

Animal Form: Pink Fox with 5 Tails.

Spirit Form: Glitchy, Monstrous Fox that’s constantly on fire and coughing up poison.

Spirit Level: Acceptance. yeaaaaa bitch. I accepted I was dead pretty quickly lol. There’s no use dwelling on it.

Powers: Time Travel, Resetting Time, Shapeshifting, Possession, Summoning, Divination, Creating Fire and Lightning, Dream Traveling, Flight, Invisibility, Teleporting, Illusions, Superhuman Strength, Mind Control, General Witchcraft/Magic, Creating and Seeing Omens, Siren Song, Strings.

Im like tottttesss overpowered.

Weapons: Knives, Circular Saw, Chainsaw.

Wand: Magatama, Gohei.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil.

Text Color: Pink.

Main Animal: Fox. yip yip!

Main Hobbies: Violin, Sanshin, Yotsutake, Cello, Koto, Yotsutake, Fan Dancing, Tea Ceremonies. :)

please gods feed me food.

Favorite Drink: Bukubuku Tea, Strawberry Tea, Hot Chocolate, Strawberry Monster Energy.

Favorite Fruit: Oranges.

Favorite Candies: Strawberry Pocky, Konpieto.

Favorite Meals: Udon w Abura-age, Chicken Katsu, and Curry. Inarizushi, Hotdogs, Sashimi.

Favorite Snacks: Cherry Blossom Chips, Peelable Candy.

Favorite Desserts: Tanghulu, Strawberry Icecream Mochi, Strawberry Cake.

Favorite Flower: Cherry Blossoms.

Scent: Hello Kitty Perfume. IT EVEN HAS THIS LIKE HELLO KITTY SHAPED BOTTLE AND IT SMELLS LIKE PINK.

Awareness: VERY Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: April 14th 1459 (Aries, Rabbit, AB. ) hehe unlucky numbers babyyy.

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Is banned in most countries for terrorism, Was the leader of her light music club in Highschool. :D

Comfort Objects: Sakura (Fox Plush), Reborn Baby Dolls.

Special Interests: Music, Crime.

Extras: Has 5 tails, usually only shows one though cause it’s hard to sit down with them.

Stims: Tail Wagging, Hand Flapping, lots of physical stimming.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Family:

Inari, Amamikyu (Patron Deities/Mother Figures)

my moms are so annoying. But they’re nice or whatever.

Bushii Aya Otome, Ueekata Fuji Otome (Birth Parents.)

……

Yuki Sho, Mizuki Sho (Children)

……

Friends:

Odoroku, Yukai (BFFs). ODO IS LIKE MY BFF, and YUKAI IS GREAT TOO! I love crashing their datessss.

Kagayaki, Theo, Joan. They’re alright too!

Romance: None. yettttt ;) callll meee.

Enemies:

Kami. such a dickwad.

Hwan. The god complex on this man is extreme. And that’s coming from ME.

Pets: Neko (猫) (Raccoon) BEST CAT I LOVE HIM.

Brief Personality: Are is what you would call, Chaotic, Sadistic. She seems to take pleasure in messing with people. Changing the story, Breaking the 4th wall. They are highly intelligent, however she often hides that behind a vapid/pompous persona. In reality, all Are wants is attention and for someone to play her games with her.. However they would never admit that.

Brief Backstory: Are was born a very long time ago in modern day Okinawa. Her childhood name was Akira. Her family were originally rice farmers and the first few years of her life were relatively uneventful. Until her parents realized how much money there is in the con business. It started out small, saying that the teas they make could cure illness, then they could make creams and tonics that could cure blindness and heal broken bones.

Her parents slowly did any and every type of con in the book and slowly they included Akira in the Scams. Who couldn’t resist that cute little face? And Unfortunately her parents made Akira do, allot of things for money. Akira had to deal with sexual abuse from a very young age, which warped her sense of reality.

Her parents eventually scammed and broke mostly ever law to get their way up to the top. They pretended to be Warriors, they.. of course did not have any qualifications for that sort of job, but that didn’t stop them from reaching the royal palace with that scam. They were granted a living quarters within the grounds of the palace. And they offered their child as a Juri, helping the older prositutes and eventually as she got older becoming one.

When she became more mature she was given the name Are.

Are learned from an incredibly young age how to game the system. She knew exactly what to say to charm people and knew exactly what to do to get people to leave her alone. And eventually her intelligence paid off, She was proficient in all different types of dancing like fan dancing and Yotsutake. Performing for people within the palace and dazzling them.

Eventually Are made her way to dazzling the King and Queen with her talent in music and dancing, which made her family go up in the world. Her family wanted to use their connections to royalty as a means for power. But Are just liked the safety she got from it.

The King took an interest in Are, eventually making her a Aji-Ganashi. Which she begrudgingly accepted. However, this caused her to have some evil eyes cast upon her. She noticed the other concubines would bully and harass her. Putting rats in her room, Cutting her hair off. Are’s family made her put up with the abuse as they didn’t want to lose their connection with the royal family.

One day however it went too far, as one of the other concubines poisoned her. Are slowly died a slow and painful death as the poison took over her body, She remembers her mother and father laying over her before she closed her eyes, and was transported to a forest, She sat up confused, wondering where she was until she looked over and saw a woman by a glowing river. The woman beckoned her to come towards her.

Are hesitantly got up, dusting off her outfit and going to sit down next to the woman.

“Little one, What are you doing here?” The woman asked.

“I.. think I died...” Are said, fidgeting with her ryusou. “It’s kind of blurry..”

Are looked up at the woman. “I.. wasn’t expecting to go that quickly.. My parents are going to be so disappointed..”

The woman stared down at her, with a look that Are couldn’t quite make out.

“Heh, sorry.. I guess I shouldn’t complain.. That’s life right..?” Are shifted nervously.

The woman took Are’s hands. “What if I gave you a second chance?”

“A second chance? What do you mean..?” Are said. “It’s not like any of us have that kind of power..”

The woman laughed. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Are gave her a puzzled look. “Um. No.. not particularly..”

“I am, Amamikyu.”

Are’s eyes got wide, she immediately bowed to the goddess“OHMYGODLITERALLYIAMSOSORRYIWASBEINGSORUDEOHMYGOD”

“Wooooahhh easy now, no need for all of that, my child.” Amamikyu said, patting Are on the head.

“Listen, do you see this river?” The goddess said, pointing at the river beside them. “This, little one. Is the river of the gods. It is the essence of life. If you drink from it, I believe it should give you a second chance.”

“I- I don’t know if I deserve that..” Are said.

“Drink, That’s a command from your goddess.” Amamikyu pointed at the river, ushering the child to drink up.

Are did as she was told and drank the contents, waking up in her death bed. and of course, waking up from the dead is, yknow, kind of a big deal. So as you could imagine the entire room, then the entire palace, freaked out. Until finally the King and Queen were called to witness the miracle.

“You have been blessed by the spirits, so is the gift of the Onarigami.” The King Said. “You have cheated death itself.”

The King placed a magmatama around Are’s neck as a sign of her spiritual ascension, and that was enough for the concubines to know not to mess with a woman who literally cheated death. She played the role of a Kikoe-Ogmi despite her status, doing ceremonies and blessing people with a long and lasting life.

She actually enjoyed it. Despite her parents disappointment in no marriage or babies with any high ranking officials. Are genuinely was just happy dancing, singing, and doing rituals. The arts of religion and culture were her greatest passion.

However the pressures grew too strong, when not only her family but the entire palace pushed her to have children, to carry on her spiritual success to an heir. And so she reluctantly obliged.

Are fell pregnant with the Kings children, and she was honestly, very nervous. As the months ticked by she felt like anything could go wrong at any moment.. Afraid that someone else would betray her and try and kill her or worse her children again.. She got obsessed with finding ways of protecting herself, lucky charms, spells, trinkets. Until finally her babies were born.

Princess Yuki, and Prince Mizuki. Her babies. Looking at their small little faces she knew she would do anything to protect them. They both grew up with lucky trinkets and protective sigils sewn into their clothes. Are taught both of them how to read and write and how to play music and dance. She tried to give them a normal life despite their royal status.

Her parents, were.. idiots.. to say the least.. They thought since now that they have royal blood in their bloodline they could act high and mighty about it, being disrespectful to everyone in the castle. Are’s reputation was slightly protected due to her status, but the rumors about her family spread throughout the castle like wildfire. Her parents were gravely messing up their con with their own stupidity.

She knew she had to shut them up somehow, She couldn’t let her parents ruin what she had worked so hard to achieve, the life she built for herself, the life she built for her children. So she betrayed her parents, she told the court the truth about their con, and how they were not who they said they were.

She knew that she could play the court like a fiddle if she said the right thing, cried at the right time, played the right part, just like in her dances. And the court spared her and threw her parents out of the castle. Due to her spiritual powers they believed that she was sent here by the gods, despite her parents actions.

Are felt relief, for a little while. She had dodged a bullet. And now her kids are safe..

..Are they safe..?

Are looked at her children, and couldn’t help but feel like there was, a darkness around them. A darkness around her entire family. She didn’t understand why though, She was blessed by her goddess, She was the high priestess of the kingdom. Why did she feel like this?

It was probably all the bad omens, The dead birds that appeared when she was around the King and Queen, water turning into blood, It seemed no matter what Are did, no matter what magic she did or what good luck she tried to acquire nothing worked..

The rest of the palace started to notice the omens, She tried to convince them that she was trying to get rid of them, that it was just temporary. But she saw the doubt in their eyes. The whispers around the palace started to grow bigger and bigger.

“She’s cursed.” One would say. “She’s infected the palace with her madness.” Another would chime.

The Palace was convinced that her magic was nothing more than a fraud. That she is a hysterical mad woman who only was out to ruin the royal family. Are couldn’t believe this.. after everything she had done for them, after all the protection she gave them, after everything she sacrificed.

“It’s probably better if she just gets thrown in the cold palace.” One of the concubines said. “Then nobody would have to deal with her and her cursed children.”

Are, snapped when she heard that. How dare she? How could she say that about her children? About the life she had worked SO hard to create.

She didn’t even realize what she had done until she saw the blood on her hands, and the concubine on the floor unconscious. The guards grabbed her and Are kicked and screamed.

They threw her into the palace prison, Are banged and screamed on the walls of her cage but it was no use. She had messed up. Oh god she had messed up.

Are slid down the wall of her jail cell, she was completely disheveled. Her hair and accessories all askew, her outfit covered in blood. What had she done?

Was it weeks.. days.. months..? How long had she been here? What time is it? There’s no light down here. Are could hardly think straight, everything was fuzzy. She couldn’t focus on anything in the room. Were people in the room? Who knows. She was so dissociated she didn’t know.

“Are no Aji-Ganashi.” A Voice spoke.

Are looked up wearily, she was on the floor of her cell. She saw a priestess with a very stern expression looking down upon her.

Are could barely speak, she just laughed softly. Trying to get up with her weak stature, her legs wobbled as she stood.

The priestess started to speak in hymns and mantras, trying to purify Are of evil. Are knew the spells very well. They wouldn’t work of course. Whoever she was, she didn’t have the gift that Are did.

Are got on her knees in front of the Priestess, grabbing the hem of her skirt and crying into it. Are felt like she wasn’t even in control of her body anymore. She just cried and cried and begged for forgiveness. She screamed she wasn’t evil, please god just let her go.

The Priestess looked at her with disgust, kicking her away from her. She looked to the guards and whispered something and then walked out. Are was alone again. All she could do is cry.

She didn’t know how much time had passed until two guards grabbed her and started to drag her out of her cell. Her vision was blurry and all she could do is let them. She heard a crowd and she heard the sound of chains.

She was tied up to a pole, she looked down at the crowd and saw the King and Queen addressing the audience.

“This woman is cursed. She is an abomination. She charmed us with her wicked ways but she was actually sent by the dark forces. The darkness radiates off of her.” The king said.

The crowd cheered.

“We will not have this curse effect our kingdom, the royal bloodline. So just like her children she will be executed, for the good of the kingdom, for prosperity.”

Are’s ears were ringing. He couldn’t be serious. Did she hear that right? Her children were dead? She was going to die? She was cursed?

No. No. That can’t be right. No.

“Burn the darkness away!” The king ordered the guards.

She felt the heat of the fire, as she desperately tried to escape. She had to escape, she had to save her children, she had to save herself she had to-

She felt a power wash over her, something she had never felt before. And when she screamed out, she saw as all the people around her dropped dead. She laughed manically as the King, Queen, Guards, everyone. Everyone was dead.

The fire slowly consumed her. All she could see was smoke as she lost consciousness..

She woke up, to someone stroking her hair.

She looked and saw, Amamikyu, and a fox. She couldn’t move. Tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You have a knack for getting into trouble little one.” Amamikyu said.

Are couldn’t speak.

The fox slowly pressed a paw on Are’s forehead. She and the creature made eye contact. Are slowly pet their head. The fox was incredibly pleased, wagging their tail.

“My friend wants to give you a gift, my child.” Amamikyu said, scratching Are behind the ears.

“why..” Are could barely speak.

“They like you. Don’t you Inari-San?”

Inari nodded in reply, giving Amamikyu a little yip.

“But for now, you need to rest.” Amamikyu said. “Sleep my child.. You will get your gift when you wake up.”

Are closed her eyes, curling up in her mothers lap. Inari curling up next to her as well.

She fell asleep..

Until 500 years later. A child summons a Kitsune.

And the “curse” begins again.

#oc reference #oc #original character #rp #rp reference #role play #roleplay #my art #art #Spotify

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spilled-reincarnation-dust · 2 years

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name: Princess Sophia Griselde

race: Warforged

class: Paladin (Glory)

characterisation: Once, there was a wise - yet headstrong - princess, who at her age did not yet have the responsibilities she craved. She was constantly eager for a chance to prove herself, and it was her greatest folly - for she interfered in a meeting with a king of evil, and her soul was cast from her body.

When she awoke next - what time had gone past, she didn't know. She thought the strange happenings were a dream, and reached to rub the sleep from her eyes - only to be greeted with an unearthly sound of metal on metal. Confused and concerned, she stumbled her way to a mirror, and saw her reflection as a suit of armour.

After a moment of disbelief, she was forced to ground herself in reality, and accept the truth of her situation. Her end goal - to regain her body. But to do that, she would need to learn to fight in her armoured prison, no matter how much she disliked the idea. And, she reasoned to herself, the armour would protect her if she gave in to headstrong instinct again...

inspiration: Zelda (Spirit Tracks - Phantom ver.) if only paladins could work off wis instead of cha... aaaanyway. phantom zelda best zelda, fite me. though all the zeldae that actually do anything are good. but spirit tracks was a childhood favourite of mine and I am SO mad about the european name changes. staven WHOMST his name is BYRNE

alright to the actual stuff, though this one's pretty simple. warforged (or autognome if you want to be comically smol) is the best choice for a possessed suit of armour imo, not needing to deal with the potential for exhaustion characters just permanently wearing it would. paladin is also a simple choice - devotion has all the fancy light stuff Zelda tends to use, as well as fitting if the triforce of wisdom/hylia/nayru etc is the paladin's deity.

alternatives: reborn could work, though not as well; she could also be an armorer artificer stuck in the armor - for that, or for if she regains her body, I would recommend an elf, or a race associated with wisdom in some way such as owlin.

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Ignis House Ignites the Field: A Blaze of Triumph at Elagreen School Sports Day

The Stage is Set

Excitement is building for the much anticipated Sports Day celebration at Elagreen school.A spectacular day of competition and camaraderie is set in motion by the sound of flying flags and enthusiastic cheers. One home stands out as a representation of unyielding resolve and blazing enthusiasm among the lively faces and vivid sea of colours: Team Ignis.

In Pursuit of Mythical Glory: Fantasy vs. Reality

The mythological phoenix rising from its own ashes and childhood dreams of dragons soaring through the heavens are just two examples of how fantastic creatures have long captivated our imaginations. Even while one is aware that such magical creatures are unreal, there's a certain delight in bringing them to life in any way, be it through fantasy films, comic books, or, in this case, competitive sports.

With the tagline "Reborn from the ashes", Team Ignis represents the very essence of mythical animals, and they embrace the blurring of boundaries between truth and fiction when they take the stage to perform. Like the legendary phoenix, they emerge off the field with fresh power and energy.As viewers excitedly anticipate the spectacular performance that is about to emerge, the suspense grows.

The Spectacle Unfolds: A Cloth Drill to Remember

With Team Ignis taking the center stage, all eyes are on them as the cloth drill event gets underway. They carry out their routine with grace and accuracy, their actions coordinated like those of a well-oiled machine. Every curve and twist of the fabric captivates and astounds the audience with a tale of resiliency and victory.

It's a story about the never-ending cycle of life—birth, development, death, and rebirth—rather than merely a performance. As they perform, Team Ignis creates a story that speaks to every viewer and illustrates how all living things are interwoven with the environment. Their performance seems to go beyond the confines of the playground, making an enduring impression on everyone.

Navigating Life's Journey: Lessons from the Field

Team Ignis is becoming better as the day goes on and the contests go on, overcoming obstacles in the sports arena with resiliency and cohesion. Like the erratic voyage of life, they meet challenges head-on, unfazed by failures and motivated by a common will to succeed.

Their relentless dedication to perfection is a reflection of the perseverance needed to manage life's curves. It's similar to bearing with the traffic on an Uber journey; there will inevitably be hiccups and delays, but if you're resilient and determined, you can always make it to your destination.

Conclusion: Leaving a Mark, Igniting Inspiration

Everyone who saw Team Ignis perform had a deep sense of pride in their legacy. Their fiery passion and unshakable dedication to achievement act as a beacon of hope, inspiring us and serving as a constant reminder of the strength of cooperation, tenacity, and the human spirit's capacity to achieve greatness.

Team Ignis epitomizes the age-old notion that anything is achievable with passion, dedication, and a dash of imagination—from childhood imaginations to the realities of sporting competitions. They leave their mark on the field and light a spark of inspiration that burns brightly long after the applause has subsided.

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A few hours after the Tyrells arrive

Chapter 14.5 Willas Tyrell (mini chapter)

“And as she finally kissed her love as she had wanted to for hundreds years she finally understood what it was to be truly happy, the end.”

Willas and Rhaenys had managed to sneak away from their families to the library so they could read books together. They were reading ‘A Love Reborn’, it was about two lovers being reborn hundreds of times and finding each other in every life but tragedy always taking one of them before they could truly be together, it ends with them finally breaking the cycle of pain and finding love with each other. Willas and Rhaenys read it every time they visited each other, it was their favorite love story. Rhaenys was lying on Willas shoulder and he had his arms around her. Balerion was sitting . As Rhaenys finished reading Willas pressed a gentle kiss to her lips which she happily returned, after a few short seconds that felt like eternity they pulled away, they had to be careful about getting caught after all, they had to pretend that they were simply close childhood friends, they couldn’t risk the king's wrath.

“I missed you so much…” Rhaenys spoke quietly. “I missed you as well, I hate being without you, you’re like the sun, without you the world is dark.” Willas caressed Rhaenys cheek. A smile bloomed on Rhaenys face. “Well…if we’re lucky we might not have to be apart anymore…a few days ago I talked to my mother, I asked her to talk to my father to see if he would consider a marriage for us. If he agrees and your family agrees we can be married, wouldn’t that be wonderful?” Willas smiled softly in response. ’Of course my family would agree to the marriage, you're perfect’ Willas thought. “That would be wonderful, we wouldn’t have to hide our love, i could take you to Highgarden, we could spend all day together, doing what we like, being what we like, loving how we like, and when we’re ready we’ll have beautiful children, it sounds like a dream.” Willas and Rhaenys were both grinning and pink in the face. “It does, I pray my father will agree, I can't imagine being with anyone but you.” Rhaenys ran her fingers through Willas hair. Willas leaned in for a kiss “I love you….” “I love you to…” Rhaenys leaned forward as well.

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In his new solo exhibition at Eleftheria Tseliou Gallery, titled Seven Songs, Antonakis Christodoulou presents a new body of work, on which he started focusing in 2019 and, which, as the title suggests, deals with seven music tracks that follow him through his life from very early on, until today. Every song corresponds to one or more works in the exhibition; larger and smaller paintings, drawings with pencils, collages and a folder with draft sketches and notes, placed on a music stand replica. The songs hailed from the ‘70s in Greece, include The Dragon and The Princely Waltz from the iconic children’s radio show ‘Lilipoupoli’, Τhe young Rallou and Tsamikos by the Greek composer Manos Hadjidakis with lyrics by Nikos Gkatsos, and the beautiful Lullaby for babies and old men performed by singer Mariza Koch and with lyrics by Nikos Kavadias. These songs are deeply loved by Antonakis, who hasn’t parted with them during the last 40 years. The performers and composers, the stories, the environments, and the spaces in which he listened to those songs for the first time, are bound to him, and urge the artist to frequently revisit these songs and listen to the same tracks again and again, in an attempt to visualize that which is stored in his mind. His multifaceted artistic approach, with obvious influences from modernism and the art scene associated with the “Generation of the ‘30s” in Greece, explores the notion of myth within a contemporary context. The form and colour choices, the geometrical shapes, and the human and animal figures, as much as the use of various different media, compose this unique visual language, in an attempt to instigate a dialogue between past and present. With the choices he makes when painting, the viewer is somehow transported through space and time. By taking the songs as a starting point, the artist this time uses a very different approach to his work. Antonakis has a very persistent archival practice of documentation, almost obsessive, as he himself characterises it. His archive, which he builds through the years, is always subject to constant growth, and functions as a continuous source for subject-matters for his work. The elements of archive and repetition remain always important in his artistic practice and this exhibition is no exception. In contrast to his previous work, though, which deals mainly with mainstream and pop iconography, the images in these new paintings are born from a mixture of memory and fantasy, incited by music. Enclosed narratives, memories of his childhood and youth, ghosts of grandmothers and aunts unfold in the works of this exhibition. Antonakis listens to the same song for hours when painting. The sound entangles with memory and evokes images from the past, from the environments where the artist used to listen to the songs back then. The places, the objects, and the people that spring from his memory, are mixed with the imagination of the child, teenager and adult Antonakis. On the canvas, shapes and colours represent houses, living rooms, and objects, such as blankets, frames, old TVs, and tape recorders. The songs are characterised by dense verses and strong narratives, tell stories and express feelings. Antonakis visualises spaces within the sound in his mind, which appear as dreams and thoughts, travelling in space and time. Like a form of “artistic synaesthesia”, sound and music are transformed into images. Antonakis starts from the non-image to create images though senses. Every time he listens to each song, the memories in his mind become stronger and weaker simultaneously. How does the memory of childhood get tangled up with the subjectivity of the adult self? The images are constantly reborn and disregarded, through memory and imagination in a condition of continuous negotiation, as is the act of painting itself, a never-ending perpetual quest.

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Meet my Characters!

Short introduction with tags! I will add more here as I build out certain characters, figure out how to word stuff, and get better at gpose. More characters below Hohoka!

Hohoka Hoka

A Dunesfolk Lalafellin woman with the magical power to keep moving forward and also insane magical power as a whole. A child of Thavnair with Eorzean blood throughout who dreamed of seeing the world. She is well-educated in matters of aether thanks to her Sharlyan tutor and in matters of the struggles of life due to a life-changing accident with her father, her only family. At her father's behest, she realized her childhood dreams at the age of 21 as she stared upon the gates of Ul'dah.

Kiyomi Umihou

An ex-courtesan Raen Au’ra with a temper and a heart of gold. Growing up on the streets of Doma after being abandoned by her family, life was not kind to her and eventually, she ended up in a brothel. After years, she escaped and found comradery for the first time with the Confederacy, only to have to flee from her new home once her sketchy past caught up with her. Having grown up as she did, Kiyomi will give the shirt off her back, every gil to her name, and her dinner to those in need. But the greedy and those that mistreat others? They will only get her axe.

Aluette Verbena

A Veena Viera girl leaving behind war or at least she thought so. As a young child, Aluette was attached to her older sibling at the hip. Even when he had to leave home to become a Wood-Warder, she went with and trained the same as him. Years later, only war would prove capable of separating them as he gave himself over for her to escape. Now roaming, this gentle healer and friend of the forests shows compassion for all those around her.

Qih’tan Mujuuk / Quill Verbena

Once a Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te with an identity crisis; he found a new life, name, and home in Eorzea as a Rava Viera. The tenth son of a Bozjan Miqo'te mother but second youngest to the sister their mother loved more than life itself. His family torn across battle and all but abandoned by his mother, he found a certain peace in writing and became an excellent writer. Writing was only a mild salve to his woes and he decided to leave home to find who he is beyond his mother's tenth son.

Aisbryda Wyznbyrtwyn

A Sea Wolf Roegadyn pirate princess who escaped the family business in the cold, northern seas. She made for a new life far away in Ul'dah where she became a gladiator of much renown. After years in the ring, she was unqualified for jumping into a match between a young boy and a beast. So moved by her selfless bravery, the Sultana offered her a place with her Sworn. However, Aisbryda turned it down in favor of adventuring and became the first free paladin that she may protect others.

Faine / Fern Beltarois

An Ishgardian Elezen woman from a family of merchants who ran away from a loveless marriage. From a young age, everything she desired - to get dirty, explore, and even fight - clashed with everything she was told to be. It only got worse when she was finally of age and a spoiled princeling demanded her hand. Faine had other plans and stole off into the night. Now labeled a heretic, she travels free to be her own person.

Odinvel Urselmert

A Duskwright Elezen man who was raised as a weapon, but desired naught but peace and song. From the time he was born, his village worshipped and raised him as Odin reborn who would save them from Gridania's elementals. The weight was crushing and it only became terrifying worse when a red-masked man visited his village. Not wanting to find out what the elders' plans held for his future, Odinvel ran as fast as he could. However, when he arrived in Gridania, he found himself surrounded by all he was told to mistrust. It wasn't until he heard the sound of a harp deep in the South Shroud that he started to open up.

Albi Halibi

A Plainsfolk Lalafellin man with a deep love for history, especially that from Lalafellin societies across time. He spent most of his youth in the southern isles where he heard wonderous tales from passing merchants as he kept stock of inventory or enjoyed a glass of ale. The tales fascinated him and he struck out on his own to see these lands of legends. His plans were abruptly interrupted when his ship was captured by pirates. However, with his cunning, his imprisonment would not last long. He planted a secret message in the books for the Arcanists at Mealvaan's Gate and was saved by the Sisters.

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haikuher0 · 2 years

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Reborn Sounds of Childhood Dreams I

Ibrahim El-Salahi

1961-1965

Oil and enamel on damouriya

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Tale of Tales, Book I, Episode 7: Who is Žarko

Who is Žarko

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“What to do with you, lassie? To lead you onwards would not do, but to leave you here is worse!” These words the strange man spoke more for himself than anything else, the longest string of words Senka had heard him say during the whole morning. She felt desperately like crying, like pleading for herself, for help, to throw herself into his arms… but she remained silent. They were eating the leftovers from the night before, some kind of tasty meat which the rider had carried along with him under his saddle, very likely the last bits of some wild game which the man had himself hunted.

After a few more minutes during which Senka ate in silence, the mustached man announced his decision: “For now you will stay with Žarko, until we find you a home.” This time Senka could not stand to wait and immediately asked: “And who is Žarko?” This triggered an eruption of laughter from the man. This gargantuan laugh, which hardly resembled a laugh as one would normally think of it, went on and on, and it seemed like the man was barely able to catch his breath as he replied: “Who is… har-har-har… who is… why, it’s me, you poor thing! I am Žarko, who else would it be?!” And so Senka, just then, finally learned the name of her odd companion, even though she had already (more than once!) recounted the details of her recent calamities for him, as well as the brief story of her life.

And off they headed, the man announcing resolutely that it was time to depart. Senka did not know where to, but she also did not care; in the company of this man she felt more secure than she had ever felt in her short life, not really knowing why. As opposed to the evening before, when he had placed her on the back of his horse as he led, her companion now showed far less gentleness – Senka went on foot behind the horse, holding on to its tail with one hand, and onto Vidra with her other. The stranger kept the horse to a light pace, and this with no trouble whatsoever; any observer would certainly see that the animal was already overburdened by the size and weight of such a rider alone, and the walk was likely what the horse would choose anyhow.

Senka would have been, if she were to think about it, surprised by the speed at which she adapted to life without sight. Her eyes were now Vidra, and her step was perfectly aligned with the rhythm of the hoofs of the horse whose tail she held onto. And she felt safe. She did not stumble, but already stepped firmly, sure that this strange rider was already choosing a way for her. Everything was happening so fast that she did not have time to acknowledge, let alone grieve for, what she had lost, and her young spirit had become almost immediately accustomed to this unexpected adventure that now made up her life. She did not know what tomorrow held, or even what to expect in an hour or two, but that was exactly what she had longed for in the unmeasured days of her carefree, but also monotonous and fairly lonely childhood. She had dreamed of far away places, and now she was on her way to them. She has lost everything, but all that she had lost had already begun to look more and more like a far-off dream, like the sad story of some other person. Having lost her eyesight, security, and the chores of ordinary life, forced by cruel fate to rely on previously neglected senses and on chance encounters with strangers, Senka was reborn as a new person. She was open to the world around her, for there was nothing left to grab onto in fear of what might come. Deprived of every support, this girl of twelve was forced to fly like a leaf swept off a tree. And now she flew, aware of every step, every word, every sound, every moment. Senka was alive.

“There, a village near the road. I will fill my wineskin there… and buy a decent horse, because this old nag is at her end.” Senka realized that she was enjoying all of these rare proclamations of her protector, for that is how she had thought of him since the first moment they met. His statements were guideposts, dictating the direction of her current life. And this last one seemed prophetic: as soon as the rider spoke these words, the horse just collapsed underneath him! “There! See, I said so and I did not lie!” shouted the man with a dose of droll complacency, and then, without wasting another moment, he took upon himself all the things that the horse had been carrying with difficulty. After he slung his heavy weapon about his belt on the left side, he went onwards, allowing Senka to grab on to the muscle of his right arm. He even merrily whistled something almost like a tune. The village was close by, and he was pleased that the remaining walk would not last long.

And so they went forward, leaving the dead horse (or dead-tired, Senka was not sure) behind them. They went along on the only sort of road that Senka had ever known; not the one paved with cobblestones, like those supposedly known to larger places and towns, which her father had once spoken of (this sudden thought of her father elicited a brief wave of sadness), but rather an ordinary path of stamped earth, occasionally rutted and collapsed, just wide enough for the passage of a horse and wagon – in the rare event that two horse carts might meet going in opposite directions, one of them would have to stop and turn off of the path so that the other could pass.

After a short while, the familiar sounds of a settled area began to reach Senka. The road led right through the village, even widening a measure, unlike those “real” roads which her father had spoken of, which would skirt about the edges of towns rather then lead into them. She could not grasp that only by hearing, but this village was not much bigger than the only other settlement she had seen before, and also looked more or less the same. A bit more than a hundred souls, dwelling in twenty or so houses. In the middle of the village stood a small tavern where one could get a drink, a meal, or a place to sleep for the rare traveler passing through, and just across the road was the one and only store in which one could find anything and everything: from foodstuffs and small items, to weapons and tools, and even horses, which were kept in a stable behind the shop. The road became flatter, and Senka no longer needed to lean so heavily on Žarko’s arm. For a moment she thought to completely let go; she wasn’t sure how the villagers would look at the sight of a blind girl holding onto the forearm of a large man instead of a stick, or whether Žarko might feel uncomfortable because of it. But her companion walked on in at an unbroken pace, with that same natural confidence which Senka had already learned to appreciate, so she simply relaxed and continued to curiously listen and take in the world around her.

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