#redacted character | Code: C

[ominous-faechild]

✦ OUTLINE EXCERPT 2.0 ✦

Today we have a different side of the Existential of Magic—whereas he's usually cocky, trying to mess with everyone else, or actively threatening people, we get to see his softer side!

Magic has very few friends—in part to his nature as a god, in part to his generally annoying or trollish personality, and in part to his pickiness in those he interacts with—but he finds certain traits and individuals especially fascinating.

And, if Magic likes them, and he's so amazing, obviously they've got to like him, too!

Right? :D

Regardless, Magic will inject himself into the lives of those they find interesting or want to befriend, often annoying them until they learn to accept him being around... although, if they're obviously displeased with him, he'd lay off and eventually disappear from their lives.

After just a little bit of violence and antagonism.

So, considering all of that... why would Magic be so interested in—and open with—?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ ?

[the following is an excerpt of an exchange between: the Existential of Magic and ?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑]

Magic: (lightly) "You know, when I woke up, I was confused."

Magic: [sighs softly, but continues) "For so long, I was just there. Drifting around, just kinda watching. Seeing everything else around me... and not realizing I was moving—that I could move."

Magic: "I didn't even know I was thinking. I didn't recognize any of that. Until... one day, I just did."

Magic: [pauses, glancing over to ?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ and quirking an eyebrow slightly]

Magic: (seriously, but lightly) "do you know what I mean?"

?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ : [hesitates, then looks away awkwardly. Crosses his arms and stares into space as an excuse not to look at them]

?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ : (awkwardly) "... vaguely. It sounds familiar. It was a long time ago, though."

Magic: [gives a tiny, bitter smile, though they know he's not looking]

Magic: [turns away to return to their business; speaking lightly) "maybe that was all of us, then. Maybe even the faeries. My people aren't too different from us, you know."

?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ : [hesitantly looks back to them, uncertain where they're going with this—]

Magic: [shrugging lazily; dismissively) "so. When I woke up, I was very confused. Everyone was already scared of me. Maybe because I'm a god, maybe because I'm the Faewildes, but still—it was lonely. Then the other Existentials..."

Magic: [back still turned to ?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ , gives a dark, bitter smile]

Magic: [... but shrugs slightly, sighing quietly]

Magic: "They blamed me for the Faewildes' destruction. For what 'I'd' done. Who knows how much I can actually be held responsible for that, but..." [shrugs again, then turns an awkward, sharp-toothed grin to ?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ ]

Magic: (a hint of bitter amusement in their voice) "It was unfair, don't you think? No matter how responsible I was for what I did as the Faewildes, I wasn't even aware I Existed. I hadn't..." [pauses, face twisting slightly as they look away in frustration] "I hadn't meant to cause that destruction. I didn't know what I was doing."

Magic: [grins lopsidedly, looking back at ?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ ] "So I understood what it felt like when everyone said Chaos was a monster. Everyone already called me one, so why shouldn't I embrace it?"

Magic: [shrugs overdramatically, flopping their hands outward]

Magic: (dismissively) "so I tried it. But, yknow..." [grins darkly] "... I didn't actually like it that much. Wasn't fun. Never has been, besides when I'm bringing about 'karmic punishment'."

Magic: [dark grin grows all the wider, area twisting around and into them as they swell in size]

Magic: "now, those, are very fun."

Magic: [but sighs heavily, head flopping to the side as they revert the changes to themself and the area around them. Awkwardly turns away again as they return to their business]

Magic: (lightly) "Regardless! 'Evil' really isn't that fun, though it's very useful sometimes. People—fae, humans, and gods alike—have learned to fear me. To respect me, and listen to me."

Magic: [can't help the tiny, dark smile as they look down at their hands and what they're working on]

Magic: (voice light despite their anger) "So I used to be 'evil', to try to {impress Chaos when he wakes up}. And yet..."

Magic: [give a slow, heavy, overdramatic sigh, tilting their head to the side again]

Magic: [finishes, voice overdramatically tragic] "—alas, I think that, somehow, most of the other Existentials have me beaten there."

Magic: [grins darkly—hints of their hatred shining through their eyes—as they look back at ?̷̠̳̣̫͍͊?̴̬̻́̌?̶̱̌͌͑ with a half-shrug]

Magic: (voice amused, though there's an edge to it) "don't you think?"

GUYS IDK HOW TO HANDLE THIS,

DESPITE MAGIC BEING A COMPLETE AND UTTER DOUCHEBAG, THIS MAN'S SOMEHOW MANAGED TO BECOME SYMPATHETIC AND EVEN CUTE AT TIMES?!

THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE EVIL!!!!!

Taglists:

For everything: @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter

For Worldbuilding: @paeliae-occasionally @pluppsauthor @thelovelymachinery

Ask and ye shall be added!

Dividers were made by @saradika! <3

[ringmaster-pixie]

pixie’s oc sheet! (Ooc post)

(Childhood pixie and normal pixie)

Ringmaster Pixie’s

Character bio

Name: Pixie [REDACTED]

Age: 13- but im mature!.. enough!!

Birthday: 1/24

Quote: “Im practically an adult. And I bet I make more money than you anyways so ZIP IT! Anyways time to go sing wicked! HUUAAHAAOAOA-🎶”

Job: PFC’s ringmaster, [REDACTED]

VC: Spinel (or me)

Theme Song: My ordinary life / Fine

Note: Her vision is… odd. (Ever played regretevator? The static mode on the spectator view is how she sees the world!)

Species: Human? Why is this even a question :p

Scent: popcorn and chocolate. Also somehow she smells like pure joy? Don’t question it.

Catchphrase: “Okily-Dokily!” or “HOWDY!”

Nicknames: Pix, pixie dustie, beaver, pixie dustie justin beaver, circus lady

Pinterest board: click me!! :3

[REDACTED]: Gina Dystru Morley (deceased)

Father: Archibald “Archie” Morley (deceased)

Little Brother: Joseph “Joey” Morley (deceased)

“Uncle” (not actually related): @priest-gabriel

Adoptive moms: @rosedawolf @themanedbish

Childhood BFF: Lola Perrlev (deceased)

“Therapist”: Dr. T. Christian (deceased)

Employees: @theunkindnature, Lorelei, @crossroadsguitarist, Elida, Harunii

BFF: @acrobat-harunii :3

Friends: EVERYONE!.. I hope!

???: @its-weird-el

From a young age, pixie was always… different. She had a wild imagination, much like any other child, but to her, imagination was reality. She believed this made up world in her head was true, and that she was ▉t▉▉d. 

Behavior like this OBVIOUSLY concerned her parents, so they hired a therapist. He prescribed an orange drink of medicine, which would get rid of her hallucinations and daydreams. But she wouldn’t let that happen. 

While Pixie was dealing with being forced to take the medication, her mom was seeing the therapist too… but in a different way. She had already hated the both of them enough, but this had done it. She told her dad, who didn’t know how to react. But her mom knew how. She filed for divorce against him, and won custody over Pixie and her little brother. The one adult pixie trusted, gone. 

Every day, despite the medicine, her visions and beliefs grew stronger. Her mother was enraged. She made sure Pixie would know what to truly believe in, one way or another. This wasn’t fair. She wouldn’t drink the medicine, she wouldn’t live without her dad, she wouldn’t believe what she was told, and she wouldn’t do this anymore. She couldn’t. 

Something had changed within her. She felt different. Possessed by anger. Something was not the same. And it never would be again. (Please get the reference)

In a fit of rage, she ▉▉▉ the glass medicine jar on ▉▉▉▉s h▉d, knocking her unconscious. Then she m▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉e same way she did. Broken. But right as she was done, she was caught red-han▉▉▉▉▉▉▉oy in red. There cou▉▉▉▉▉▉nesses. Nor ▉▉▉ of her ▉▉. And no o▉▉▉▉▉d either bod▉ she made sure of it. 

Her the▉▉▉ was next. She sho▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉hroat by th▉▉▉le, around 42. By the e▉▉▉▉o no one’s avail, he didn’t ma▉▉▉▉▉▉▉t he got for taking away her ▉. 

▉▉▉▉▉. Why didn’t he ▉▉? Why di▉▉▉▉ry harder? Why w▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉ixie’s memory? And even if he’s done no▉▉▉▉▉▉e deserves to be put out ▉▉▉▉isery. Or so she th▉ght. But finally. It w▉▉▉▉▉stice. 

As she wa▉p▉▉▉▉▉ody in a field behind her ▉▉▉, she jump▉▉▉▉▉▉nd of a ▉▉ barkin▉▉▉▉▉iliar voice telling▉▉▉er best friend.

She coul▉▉▉▉▉uldn’t! Sh▉ shouldn’t… 

But she had to.

▉▉▉one. Her whole li▉▉▉▉▉der, and now miles away. After she took ca▉▉▉▉ so-called ”▉▉▉”, she ra▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉r and further an▉▉▉er into the woods. Setti▉▉▉▉▉▉blaze, with fire ma▉▉▉▉▉ure rage. They m▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉nothing, so sh▉▉de them becom▉▉▉▉. The smoke ▉▉▉▉▉▉▉p to her, but i▉▉sn’t long befor▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉p▉▉andoned c▉us. 

A circus she’d claim as her own.

It was right out of her imagination. It was perfect. It’s almost like her dreams were coming true.

OOC: Thank you for reading! Her lore will be made into games soon once I get a computer!… and learn how to code. I already have the basic ideas down and I kinda know how to code so it won’t be THAT hard… right? Haha. Ha. Anyways I hope you enjoy!! If you have any questions feel free to ask me and let me know! My main blog is @p1x13p1x13p1x13

fun fact! Most things have double/deeper meanings ;]

also there’s a hidden message woah

updated 1/17/25

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[logerror1916]

LOGERROR'S Character Sheet

(Not everything in this sheet is to be trusted. Take what you read with a grain of salt.)

"I still remember those Days."

Name:

Alt Names: LOGERROR.

Special Titles: LOGERROR, Glitch, Virus.

Username:

Nicknames:

Age: 116*

Pronouns: Any/All.

Sexuality: I have no clue anymore, honestly.

Gender: Female.

Species: Doll [100%]

Disorders: C-PTSD, Impostor Syndrome, Morality OCD, ADHD, Autism, Conduct Disorder. [I am God's biggest hypocrite.]

Religion: Daisyism.

Grade: 10th

Lives in: "The Town of Colored Houses."

Languages: Regular, Binary, Angelic, Rot, Morse Code.

Height: 6'0

Race: You know those old dolls from back in the day? Yeah, basically that.

Ethnicity: Not important. I'm a doll.

Accent: Echoey, precise, and a bit detached in what they say. Distressed and panicky when things aren't going according to plan.

Vehicle: 1928 Ford Model A.

Monster Form: Well, i'm a literal doll. Don't think it gets more monstrous than that.

Spirit Form: A pitch-black shadow.

Powers: I'd rather not say. I am pretty good at creating things, though.

Weaknesses: Again, rather not say.

Alignment: Lawful Evil.

Text Color: Red.

Main Animal: Axoltols.

Main Hobbies: Dollmaking, Game Dev, Partying, Adventuring, Building, Computer Engineering.

Favorite Flower: Tulips.

Scent: I use a Blackberry Perfume.

Handedness: Right-Handed

Blood Color: Red.

Awareness: Very Aware (Effect: Complicated)

Birthday: That'd be too much of a dead giveaway.

Theme:

Playlist: None. Possibly in the future.

Fun Facts: One Bored God can ruin your entire life for the sake of the plot. Isn't that fun?

Special Interests: I've been getting into Pokemon recently.

Stims: Glitching, mostly.

Comfort Objects: [REDACTED]

Family: You are the only one that I can remember clearly.

Friends:

Romance: Mhm... I'm pursuing somebody, but nothing is official yet. Might have to take them out on a date, hehe.

Enemies: Anyone who thinks that the lives of others are something you need to constantly torment for the sake of the plot.

Patrons: Daisy, Daisy Bell. I... respect her a lot.

Brief Personality: [REDACTED]

Brief Backstory: [REDACTED]

[sebthechosenone]

I watched Nintendo direct so you don’t have to

Games coming

Borderlands 4 in 2025 on switch two

Civilization VII on switch two

WWE and NBA 2k coming 

Survival Kids???

Gungeon 2

Starseeker 2026

Deltarune coming? Chapters 3 and 4

Cyberpunk 2077

Final fantasy VII remake

System overview

Big screen, same thickness

High def

120 FPS

HDR Support. Vivid

Joycon magnetic

Bigger sl sr buttons

Larger control sticks

You can use the joy cons as a mouse

Better audio

Built in mic for voice chat

3D audio makes it immersive

New stand that’s adjustable

Two USB ports, one on top and one on bottom that can be used for charging or connecting an extra camera

256 gigabytes of storage

New dock with better support

Better cooling for the mechanics on the dock

Compatible most Nintendo switch games

ZELDA GAMES DAMN YEAH

BOTW IS COMPATIBLE

SO IS TOTK

DETAILS FOR THE SWITCH TWO VERSIONS:

Faster loading for them both

YOU CAN CARRY OVER SAVE DATA FROM THE SWITCH! 

You can have two save files so you can have more than one file

ZELDA NOTES FOR THE NINTENDO SWITCH APP?? It has navigation to help find shrines and Koroks with a voice guide. SIRI FOR TOTK??? Voice memories that unlock at certain places and add more to stories. 

You can share auto build with QR codes lollll scan with Zelda notes

ITEM SHARING WITH QR CODES TOO? Bro also with Zelda notes. If I get this I’m sending you so many crappy boko horns (NAME REDACTED) lol.

Photo EDITING with Zelda notes obvi

My Play Data records stats for performance so you can brag. You can earn metals for it in the Zelda notes App. It’s in the app too btw.

You can see your records ranked in global play data in the Zelda apps and look at your trends

You CAN SPIN A WHEEL IN THE ZELDA NOTES APP TO GET EXTRA ABILITIES FOR THE DAY.

You can scan amibo and Zelda notes tracks it. Once you use it five times you get an extra use

They’re making TOTK sage amibos 

ALL OF THIS IS ONLY FOR THE SWITCH TWO EDITIONS! YOU CAN UPGRADE THEM BY BUYING UPGRADE PACKS OR FOR FREE WITH AN ONLINE SUBSCRPITION.

GAMECUBE

they’re adding GameCube for the switch two!

WINDWAKER, soulcalibur WITH LINK LOL, F zero GX ARE COMING WITH IT!

You can customize controls

They’ll add more titles in the future

They’re making a GameCube controlleri

Mario kart

New cars and maps I think

A LOT OF NEW MAPS

You can ride on rails now!

New characters?

NEW POWERUPS AND OUTFITS!

It’s a whole world now

The cars have wings now no gliders :(

Weather and time of day changes now randomly

You don’t have to stay on the track, you can drive anywhere

There’s 24 in each race

Free roam lets you drive anywhere, no competition woah.

Scenic drives with friends

Take photos at new locations

Luigi is hot in that farmers outfit dayum

Actual direct now

Tetsuya sasaki is kinda hot too

There is a c button on the right controller for chatting online with ppl, even while playing different games. You can share screens while chatting. You can change game screen size while chatting or make others screens bigger. The Lava guy in the chat is hot too omlll. THERE IS ALSO A CAMERA SO YOU CAN SEE PPLS FACES. 

You have to have Nintendo online you need a membership.

Gameshare requires only one console with a game, with any of the switches including light. 

To transfer data, you can log into Nintendo account and transfer digital games, save data, and setting things I think.

It will launch June fifth 2025 YAYAYAY

You can play Tendo switch 2 games, compatible switch games from the first, and switch 2 edition, aka special versions of games.

Both BOTW and TOTK Special Edition will have enhanced visuals, HDR, and Zelda notes. Zelda notes is EXCLUSIVE to the Switch Two Editions. 

Kirby forgotten land will get a new story for Switch Two Edition.

Metroid Prime 4 Beyond Special edition will have mouse controls and enhanced visuals.

Pokémon Legends ZA will have both versions. 

Special editions are available as both physical and digital. You can buy an upgrade pack if you have the dumb poopy original version.

Wheelchair basketball with mouse controls, aka Drag n Drive lol.

New games include: ELDIN RING. OK. Hades II, Street Fighter Six, Daemon Maxim (??), Split Fiction, EA sports, Hogwarts Legacy (ok?), Tony Hawks Pro Skater 3+4, Hitman World of Assassination, JAMES SHUCKING BOND in Project 007, Bravely Default Flying Fairy, Yakuza 0 Directors Cut

ZELDA GAME NEW ZELDA GAME

YOU PLAY WITH ZELDA IN THE ANCIENT PAST 

YOURE IN THE ANCIENT PAST

MINERU HAS A MOTORCYCLE

HYRULE WARRIORS AGE OF IMPRISONMENT.

NO SHUCKING SHOT.

It takes place in the Ancient Past of Tears of the Kingdom when Zelda gets sent to the past lol and you get to play as Rauru, MINERU, Zelda, and prob some other people.

MORE GAMES: Final Fantasy Seven, Path of Goddess, hollow knight silk song, story of seasons grand bazar, goodnight universe, two point museum, wild hearts5, witchbrook, puyo puyo, marvel comics invasion, starwars outlaws, fast fusion, shadow labyrinth, RAIDOU Remastered: mystery of the soulless army, No Sleep for Kaname Date- from AI: THE SOMNIUM FILES, Reanimal, Shucking Fortnight, Arcade Archives 2 Ridge Racer, Professor Layton and the New World of Steam, Tamagotchi Plaza, Human Fall Flat 2.

The LAST GAME: The Duskbloods. It’s creepy looking and looks awesome tho OML. It’ll come in 2026. 

There will be more games but they haven’t announced them.

Wait there’s more???

Kirby Air Riders (Mario kart but Kirby lol)

Allegedly the last game but they’re being difficult: Donkey Kong Destroying Natural Ecosystems for Profit! Jk, it’s actually called Donkey Kong Bananza. Some fugly guy steals Donkey’s Mining Tycoon, so he tries to steal it back.

TLDR

switch on June 5 2025

Many new games

Zelda is going to be amazing

This is going to be amazing.

[dragon-creates]

I’m looking for an artist to collab with for an AU

Hello! If you don’t know me already, my name is Dragon, the author of the TADC fics 5+1 and Royally Screwed (and also a funnybunny shipper). However, I am coming up with a totally new AU, something similar to the carnival and freakshow au as well as inspiration from Bendy and the Ink Machine, Poppy Playtime and Amanda the Adventurer.

I call it ‘The Amazing Digital REDACTED’ au.

In this au, you ‘the player’ play as Jax, an ex-employee of C&A returning to the abandoned building in order to find the rest of your work employees after a mysterious incident years ago. With hidden knowledge that he must enter the game in order to find them, Jax does just that while managing to retain his memories. Along with his accomplice Bubble (a helpful AI who wants to free the rest of the trapped souls) and some help from his friend Winter (yes Winter from 5+1 will be in this but that fic isn’t canon to this au) on the outside, Jax tries to fix his past mistakes and save everyone – especially a particular jester he loved and lost long ago.

Yup that’s right, Jax will be the main character of this au and you will be playing as him. Let me explain, there is a feature on AO3 that allows you to make multiple choices on how you want the story to play out, like a telltale video game if you understand what I’m saying. You will get to pick and choose how Jax goes about his adventure and receive more than one ending (with a canon ending as well). And yes, this au’s main ship is funnybunny as I believe that it deserves more recognition and I find that these two in this au are very interesting to explore (especially with their past).

However, this fic is going to take quite a long time to make and is going to be bigger than anything else that I have written in the past. That is why I want to team up with a fellow TADC/funnybunny artist (since I am not an artist and do better with writing and characters) and create a separate blog for this au to come up with comics and art together. If you’ve seen the blogs for the Carnival and Freakshow au’s, you know that with their comics and art they explore more of the world, drop some lore, do character sheets and explain the pasts of the characters. This is what I’m hoping for if I team up with an artist. This au will mostly be on tumblr however if it does well I might add it to twitter as well since I’m putting this post on twitter as well.

Here are what I have pictured for the characters so far.

Jax: Past name; Jack. Ex employee of C&A, main character and who you the player will be playing as. Before the ‘incident’, Jax used to work at C&A as part of a coding team, to make sure that there were no bugs before any games were released. While C&A wasn’t on his list of jobs to pick, it was the only one that seemed best due to the pay and the fact that they could pay for schooling for those with children. Since Jax has a little sister named Jane, and has no parental figures in his life, he takes the job in order to help pay for the both of them and to make sure that Jane gets a good education. Unlike his canon TADC counterpart, Jax is more quiet, tired and while sarcastic, isn’t all out cruel to everyone unless they are bad people (think Mike from the FNAF movie especially with his relationship with his younger sister). He becomes quite close with his boss’s daughter however, Penny (Pomni) with him starting to develop feelings for the shy girl. However, after the day of the ‘incident’ Jax is left with nothing but guilt since he knew things that contributed to that day. Now he has a chance to make things right and save everyone, and Pomni.

Pomni: Past name; Penny. Ex employee of C&A and daughter of the CEO Abel, Pomni is an extremely introverted and socially awkward person, due to being traumatised by her mother’s death. She and her father don’t have a good relationship, with reasons that will become clearer later. She was quite close to the past version of Ragatha, but other than her father, she doesn’t really have a relationship with anyone. She likes to work alone to focus on the numbers and accounting part of her job (she understands numbers more than people) until she meets Jack. Though Jack is usually a bit standoffish, he is sweet to Penny due to her shy nature and helps keep an eye on her throughout their jobs so that she doesn’t feel too overwhelmed. Overcome by his sudden kindness and protectiveness, Penny starts to develop feelings for Jax. However, after the day of the ‘incident’ she is now trapped in the game, forever a jester trapped in a box…until Jax shows up.

If you’d like to be an artist for this au and collab with me, you can send me a DM or @ me. Do either of these and a sketch of the characters and I will reach out to you and confirm that you can be my partner for this project.

Here are some visuals on how I envision the characters.

Jax:

Sans the goggles, think of Jax wearing this over his grey and dirty overalls, he could also be holding a makeshift weapon like a bat or a stick so that he can fight off enemies. This version of Jax is much more serious and he is ready to fight in order to get the job done.

Pomni:

(on the last pic, focus on the makeup rather than the outfit)

Overly baggy and childish, with blue and black instead of blue and red. This design is a reminder of her past trauma and as so, is implemented into her circus features. Due to it being too big for her, it makes it hard for her to run and escape, and the ridiculousness of it all is a huge slap in the face that this is her new life now and is fully erased of her past.  Even the makeup covers up any kind of normalcy on her face.

Well that’s it for now, I hope you guys take this into consideration and I hope you all have a lovely day/afternoon/night.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Roll for Persuasion

I'm back with more Shaw Mates group chats. And it's still literally nothing but crack. Enjoy!

CW: GN Listener characters (any gendered terms are purely used for the meme and should not be taken seriously), Cursing, Crack, Kind of suggestive because Angel can't stop

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Summary: Angel needs to be jailed, Baabe is an accomplice, Sweetheart has a masterplan, and Sam is barely surviving in this.

Taglist: @wib-was-here @4letteraroace @moon0o

Angel: i learned smthn togay

Baabe: to gay or not to gay that is the question.

Sweetheart: Is this an actually valuable lesson or do I need to call the morgue to prepare for your body to come in

Angel: ...

Angel: n e wayz

Angel: i learned that daveys bag is in fact not waterproof

Sweetheart: Oh my god what did you do

Baabe: howd you find out?

Angel: i spilled water in it

Baabe: water in his valentino white bag?! WAGAOUWAH

Angel: mm doesnt hit the same

Baabe: no it really doesnt.

Sweetheart: Youre fucked

Angel: ah ha ha chad lip bite

Sam: Put it in the dryer?

Angel: ...

Angel: oh

Baabe: i just banged my ankle.

Angel: oh my god why did u do that

Baabe: IM GONNA CHOKE YOU! IT WASNT ON PURPOSE

Angel: ehrfiuerhfr i just dont know why youd want to fuck your ankle

Baabe: i banged it against a cabinet corner! i bruised it. it hurt. i did not fuck my ankle whats wrong with you?

Angel: must be the lack of oxygen

Sweetheart: I just went through the drivethru like twelve times and left each time because i didnt want to talk to people

Baabe: omg thats so asher coded of you.

Sam: I promise it will be okay. You'll even get food.

Angel: you were comin and goin

Angel: kum and go

Angel: ejaculate and evacuate

Baabe: i hope you know that jesus sleeps in your hair every night.

Sweetheart: Peanut butter is an ointment fight me

Baabe: i want proof.

Sweetheart: Its thick and can be used as a protective coating

Angel: you know what else is thick and can be used as a protective coating

Angel: daveys

Sam: That's enough internet for Angel.

Sam: Lirc?

Sweetheart: If I remember correctly

Sam: What's that?

Baabe: acronym for iirc.

Sam: What's iirc?

Angel: if i remember correctly

Sam: Remember what?

Sweetheart: I am fearing for my life

Sam: Why?

Sweetheart: Im home alone and theres a single slice of cheese on the counter

Sweetheart: Just lying there

Sam: Oh dear?

Sweetheart: I DIDNT PUT THAT THERE AND AGGRO SURE AS HELL DIDNT

Angel: were in your walls

Baabe: feed us the cheese

Baabe: we crave it

Angel: c h e e s e

Angel: what uni did yall go to

Baabe: stanford. worst years of my life

Sweetheart: DAMN

Sam: Same as Sweetheart.

Sam: What about you, Angel?

Angel: i went to ugh

Sam: I don't recognize that acronym.

Baabe: AHHAHAHHAHAHA

Angel: university of giving head

Sam: Goodbye.

Angel: CATSUP BLAST

Sweetheart: This is why we need to destroy capitalism

Baabe: CATSUP BLAST

Sam: What the hell is Catsup Blast?

Angel:

Baabe:

Sweetheart: Unrelated but Im seeing a lot of 6 x Gabriel stuff

Baabe: not surprised.

Sam: Is this that "old man yaoi" Angel keeps talking about?

Angel: KAHFDSGHHJ

Sweetheart: Sometimes self care is watch an hour and a half video about the JFK assassination

Baabe: you might benefit from some therapy.

Sweetheart: Homestuck is for true warriors. Those who have been heartbroken so many time they dont know how to feel or see anymore. Homestuck is for those who have experienced true pain yet still push through knowing no matter how much they face Homestuck is by their side supporting them. Homestuck is the reason for so many differences in the world and is the reason outcasts and popular kids have one thing in common. Homestuck is for those who dont feel emotions as theyve lost the ability to feel them years ago when that flame died out because of childhood issues and now the only thing they have left to bring them the tiniest bit of inspiration is Homestuck. Homestuck is for kids that have no where to turn to, teens who are on the brink of killing off their family, and for adults who have lost complete control of their lives. Homestuck is badass. Homestuck has caused many wars and won all of them, Homestuck has no barriers and does not abide to any man nor woman nor god, homestuck is above god itself. Homestuck doesnt even have a concept of god inside its intellectual brain because it knows its the reason for every good, bad, and neutral thing to happen to mankind and thats what matters. Homestuck could be legally clarified as a bible. Homestuck is for the fainthearted and isnt for the sensitive types or the crybabies. Its for true motherfuckers who know where they are in life and what the fuck theyre doing with themselves. Of course you think its cringe but maybe youre just projecting onto the homestuck because you have never felt such power or control over your own life and need to belittle those who have something greater than power. They have homestuck. Homestuck fans are the type to find your exact location and multiple different closed off social medias because you dont have the same opinion as them. I suggest next time you know your place and keep your mouth shut. Homestuck isnt cringe and isnt for weak nerds like you

Baabe: fuck you im not reading all that.

Angel: all i asked was if you wanted pesto on your pasta or marinara omg calm down

Sam: What is Homestuck?

Baabe: i havent cleaned my kitchen for a month blegh

Sweetheart: If it isnt gross I think youre fine but if it is then clean your damn kitchen

Angel: HOLY SHIT a month??

Baabe: yeah theres twelve of them.

Angel: *leans on expensive buffalo* heyyy

Angel: *bugatti

Baabe: nope youve sealed your fate.

Sweetheart: Im gonna cook your buffalo.

Angel: LEVAE HERBERT ALONE

Sam: I'm done.

[pray-they-see-you]

𝔓𝔯𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔚𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩.

alt text: Pray to The One Who Watches, and They shall grant bliss eternal.

𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔭 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.

alt text: Step forth, young soul. There is much to see and much to learn here.

<< welcome, welcome! glad to see you've stumbled upon my humble little dsmp sona rp blog !! >>

<< my name is [REDACTED], but you can call me ace! boo works as well if you're coming from my c!ranboo rp blog @vibrant-eyed-one >>

<< some info about my sona/muse; they're usually known as The One Who Watches, mostly by their followers and other mortals, though their most common nickname outside of this is Spector >>

<< they go by they/them (tolerates he as well though it's rare outside of worship from followers) and serve as a guardian/spectator of sort, keeping a close eye on fate/destiny/how things are supposed to go/etc and ensuring that nothing intervenes with that >>

<< they're technically a repurposed mortal soul, they were once a player but their soul was repurposed upon their final death - due to a screwup in the ascension they have no memory of their mortal life and they have no defense against command codes, which leads to XD using them to toy with mortals (they're scared of him as of now, fully terrified of Prime as of post-smiting [like being in their presence alone will make them panic terrified] and are neutral about Venus) >>

<< some deets about their followers; they're known by the title the followers of the truth, having created the title themselves (spector had no part in this, their followers started using this on their own and they were like "alright i guess this is a thing now" lol) >>

<< tags; >>

#they watch... - roleplays

#answer their calls - answered asks

#amongst the gods - roleplays with other divine characters (usually gods/deities)

#let ace speak - ooc stuff

<< Spector drawings coming soon !! workin hard on a design for them wheeeee >>

<< dividers by @cafekitsune !! my eternal devotion to the makers of free-to-use dividers frfr <3 >>

[fnf-beyond]

While I prepare to drop the first chapter thingie for the side stories, here’s a few tidbits of info for the fic (things that I don’t really ever mention but are canon, ideas I had that would never make it into the final vision, song associations, etc.).

1) This one I think is pretty well known, but Soul and C are cat-coded, Soul being orange flavored and C being void flavored. They both can and will knock shit over in the mindscape and real life to either get attention, or if they’re bored, or just out of spite. Deterring them with a spray bottle is a good idea, but the void flavored one will try to kill you in your sleep if you get more than a few drops of water on him (he hates water).

2) Whenever C starts arguing with someone else that’s not Soul, Soul will discreetly summon his guitar (if it’s not already out) and start- very quietly- playing Megalovania. As the argument progresses without anyone catching on to what he’s playing, Megalovania will start increasing in volume until someone notices and cusses him out for it (usually Blue is the first one to notice it, but he thinks it’s funny so doesn’t say anything. Sebastian is usually the one to cuss Soul out for it. C has no idea what Megalovania is and just cusses Soul out for distracting him and being annoying.)

3) playlist for song associations of the goobers :3

List of who gets what song(s):

Monster: Nightmare, Viper, Wolves

C: Mirror

CBF: Listen to Me

Soul: Entertaining

Glitch: Villain

Possessed Blue(all four goobers in charge at once): Reign

[redacted character]: The Void, Far Too Long, Bad Omens

TraumaTrio: Boom (idk it just felt like them when I first heard it)

Glitch & CBF: Butcher Vanity

4) I originally was actually going to give Blue NES(Non-Epileptic Seizures).

From what I read online, they can be triggered by stress, among other things. And considering the entire fic is just “how much trauma and stress can this dumbass handle” in a nutshell, I figured it’d be a bit too much to attempt to depict him having fits. That, PLUS I’ve never written seizures before, or know how to, so I ultimately decided against it.

However, in my personal little headcanon, he does still get NES from time to time if he’s especially stressed out, like loosing a loved one, having a severe mental breakdown/meltdown, dealing with his mental shenanigans a bit too long/aggressively (the TroubleTrio), etc. but in the main fic itself, he will never be depicted having a seizure.

Maybe one day in a one-shot I can attempt to write him having a fit, but for now, that’s not gonna happen.

[puellafuriadarkmagica]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: A Tree in the Storm Like the Breath of a Child

I remember this title is from something by the Bee Gees, but honestly I don't care about them enough to remind myself which track it actually is. My very own father attests that the Bee Gees are the greatest disco band of all time, and frankly, I think he's nuts for it.

"Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; / Goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow." - Sappho of Lesbos

This was about Thalia, obviously, but now I'm not even sure if I'd call her strictly "good" either. If I had to sum up where she's at in a word, it would probably be more like "bewildered".

I'm getting into reading the chapter proper now, and it feels a little strange to do so. I want to stress that I consider chapters 1-3 one "episode" of PFDM, if you will, so to do this days apart from when I read the first two feels quite unlike the intended experience. Yes, I released it weeks after chapters 1 and 2 in real time as well, but that's because (as I hope is obvious by now) PFDM really has a target audience of one, and that one is me. Your collective experience doesn't matter to me at all, and in fact, doesn't exist.

That's the sickest twist of all! PFDM is stored entirely on my computer! I never at any point actually published any of this, and you're all just vividly dreaming up what I would have posted. Your dream sucks, by the way. You think that's the best I could write? I promise you, the real PFDM, which you will never see, is actually much better.

wait where was i going with this

Right, so chapters 1-3 are one whole sort of thingy to me, and I actually wrote all three simultaneously. I would have roped chapter 4 into the mix, but this was the best I could do before New Year's/ In a sense, this was the pilot. So I really had to refine the tone and style. I think I missed on some of the finer details, but there were a lot of jokes these chapters had originally that ended up cut because I didn't think they really felt like PFDM, you know?

Thalia winced beneath the hood of her jacket as yet another firework let out a deafening flash too directly overhead for her liking. She wasn't the type to fit in.

Completely forgot how long I kept her physical appearance under wraps for. Not long in the grand scheme of things, mind you, but back when the chapter count was still knocking single digits it felt like an eternity. I guess you had to be there. Now every chapter individually feels pretty minor, all things being what they are. Well, in hindsight. When it comes to forthcoming chapters I'm kind of raving madly at how to arrange them, especially since part 3 is nearly [REDACTED] of the way done, and there are only [REDACTED] chapters left after that!

Thalia shivered when she locked eyes (or eye, in her own case) with the girl who had just tapped her shoulder.

I've gradually come to imagine Hope as a fair way shorter than I originally did, which makes this more difficult to imagine. Is Thalia slouching? Are they going down some stairs? Is Hope actually tall? I don't know. Send your answers to 4 Mianga Avenue, Engadine, New South Wales, C/O puellafuriadarkmagica.tumblr.com.

The Incubator took this as an opportunity to butt in with an explanation. "Phoebe stepped in to stop two enemy magical girls from killing each other. She wanted them to understand each other's point of view. To make a long story short, all three girls share the same body, gem, and for the sake of convenience, name now." "…Wow. What's that like?" Phoebe laughed. "I suppose it depends on which one of me you ask!"

So I'm pretty sure I plural-coded a character here without actually intending to do that, understanding that this was what I was doing, or being aware of the ramifications of doing so. If she comes across as pretty two-dimensional rep for that, I apologise. That straight-up wasn't even my plan.

"It's cool, it's so cool you could hold it on a swollen eye and numb it,"

This line I can mark up to the fact that I think I was showing my partner Hitchhiker's at the time, and it ended up coming out like one of Zaphod's chronically uncool quips. That's probably good, actually. I don't think Phoebe is very cool very often.

I also want to point out that the name Deckard is an obvious hat-tip to Do Androids Dream and Blade Runner. The Attendants all calling each other by last name but the citadel residents being on a first name basis is also very Blade Runner-y, but I don't remember the book well enough to be able to say that they do that in there too.

Though it was growing late and he found himself accosted by the looming inevitability of sleep, Bill stayed as awake as he could. He was an artist, as it happened, and though she couldn't muster a single cent, the attentive looming of his biggest fan spurred him on to make manifest the visual abstractions of his thoughts and feelings he had set out to make. This, he believed, was his duty as an artist. This was his raison d'être, and even if he was only doing it for a penniless, quiet teenage girl with a tattered coat and a face only a mother who was looking at something else could love, then he was doing it nonetheless!

No joke, Bill Campbell was introduced here because I originally planned for him to have a part in a climactic moment in part 4. I've since decided that that's pretty fucking stupid. He might be another one-off character, I'm afraid.

Unbeknownst to Bill, this was the second time a complete stranger had shouted this at his sole fan in the last twenty minutes, and the second time that stranger had been a magical girl. It was, perhaps, just as well that he didn't know, because learning this would have had no bearing on his life whatsoever and completely wasted his time.

Where did the early-game jokes like this go? I kind of miss them. They don't feel like they're around so often anymore. Maybe they are and I just don't notice.

"Her?" He spluttered. "She wouldn't hurt a fly!" "I'd be impressed if she could, though." "How's that?" "Insects don't feel pain, sir."

Genuine contender for a top ten spot in a list of PFDM jokes, I think.

I don't think Phoebe's transformation sequence is very strong, because I hadn't got my bearings yet. I'm glad if anyone got the dud one, it was her.

Thalia crept out from behind a concrete pillar. She wished she knew some curses so that she could whisper them to herself. She had been hunting the collector witch, and along came these happy-go-lucky hotshots and claimed the battle for themselves? How despicable.

Once all this is over, I might post all the witch names and titles somewhere. They probably won't all fit in the story (the important ones still have so far, and will continue to, however).

I've said it before, but the labyrinth sequences are based on the mid- and late-career works of the playwright Sarah Kane. Those are definitely worth a read if you've got the fortitude for them, but they get heavy like nothing else I've seen. Particularly 4:48, for reasons which I hope are obvious.

Now that I think about it, I guess I can't let that one sequence from Evangelion episode 22 not crack a mention. Best episode of the show, quite frankly. One of my beta readers is going to very very strongly disagree with me for this, but it's better than End of Evangelion. But what would they know? They're not writing PFDM.

Crucial addendum: I am being tormented.

A smile on her face and the usual dose of nightmare fuel in her mind, Marie turned and left at what happened to be precisely 11:59:50 P.M.

This sequence is a bit cliché, but it's still a personal favourite of mine. It was really meant to be one big sign off to this kinda-sorta pilot, and I wanted that to be a grand cross-section of where PFDM has the potential to go. I hope it works?

Ruth sat forward in her armchair, as if sheer force of will could clear the picture quality on her television. She cast her mind back to this day twenty-two years prior, before Sarah had wound up in that fight that left her in her current state. Before Graham - the right proper piece of shit - had announced that he couldn't love his own daughter anymore and run away. For sixteen years, New Year's Day had cemented itself in her mind as a family occasion, and it had never quite stopped feeling that way. Then again, her daughter sitting silently by her side had always been the only family she ever needed.

Take for instance our first look at Ruth here. You get next to nothing about her, and were it not for the narration's mention of her in chapter 2, you might be forgiven for thinking she has nothing to do with the rest of this story. But I've established that (very tenuous) link already, so it should be pretty obvious that all of these are interconnected. Again, I don't know how effective this actually is, because I already know everything that's going to happen. But I remember being pretty shitting pleased with myself at the time, and I pretty much still am.

Lara stood up the back of the crowd by the Harbour Bridge, still grinning with relief. The countdown had been timed perfectly. Her sister had just asked her why the back of the jacket had said what it did, and she was mortified by the possibility - the All-Permeating Abyss in all its infinite dark majesty forbid! - that she would have had to provide an answer! Life wasn't about answers, in her opinion. Life was about a black leather jacket with "Do Not Resuscitate" stitched on the back. Life was also all about flirting with Madeleine, she supposed, but at least Sisyphus took breaks to let his boulder roll down the hill. She could wait.

I'm really rapid-firing these nods to characters you haven't met yet, and there's so much for you to chew on. You already get mentions of Lara's thoughts falling to Sinead Macquarie and Madeleine Whitman, without - and this is crucial - ever once exposing the fact that Lara is the Macquarie that Marie was thinking about in chapter 1. Then I go ahead and name drop the Abyss for funsies. I'm on a roll here.

Hours later, on the other side of the world, Margaret leaned back in her diner chair whose creak in response suggested that it was the elder of the two. The look on the face of the girl across from her said she would really rather be anywhere else, but if she had any intention of speaking as much aloud, it was cancelled out by her embarrassment at the absurdity of her situation. Besides, the two of them had a very important job in the days ahead, and work only became more pressing in the festive season. "You could at least get your feet off the table," she telepathized. Margaret pretended not to hear.

I don't think anyone picked up on the fact that this scene probably takes place in the United States as given by the fact that it uses American spelling rules, but it was there. Wait maybe Americans say "canceled"? I don't understand how they treat double Ls.

Wai-Fong braced herself a mere fraction of a second before she burst shoulder-first through the seventh-storey window and hurtled toward the street below in a shower of glass and blood (mostly not even hers!). Time slowed in freefall, and a jet of flame from the explosion spewed forth from her impromptu escape, very narrowly missing her head. As she turned to look, three enormous, bony arms clawed their way out of the building's exit wound. She winced. No doubt the witch that used to be the girl she was just fighting. As she readied her weapon, she felt a small degree miffed at forgetting until now that she said she would be studying for her finals tonight.

And back to British spelling rules! Plus a character with a Cantonese name. I really don't think guessing where this one was set was anything resembling a challenge. Also Wai-Fong was a character I really didn't have any direction for at this stage: I kind of winged her early chapters. Which honestly surprised me, because now she is, in my opinion, one of the characters with the biggest personality in the story.

Hüriye's eyes snapped open. She stumbled backward into her turntables and stopped them silent. Instantly, all eyes in the room were upon her. She grinned. Her mind swam with the infinite possibilities self-realization brought. She knew the way to a joyous and fulfilling life. She loved herself, and she knew that the corner of the universe she called a self loved her back. She knew that when she woke up tomorrow, it would be to the first dawn on a perfect life, one where she could- Huh? Oh, shit. The music.

I think Hüriye's pronouns here versus in the rest of the story serve as a pretty big hint for what their realisation might have entailed before they outright say it soon after their proper introduction. Honestly, if I were you and I hadn't figured this out, I'd be kicking myself a little. Just saying. Not even to be rude or anything, I'm just saying.

The youngest daughter of an eons-ancient force of destruction stirred from her sleep, woken by the counting down of the humans ignorant enough to believe themselves her parents. For a moment, she thought she saw a shadow by her doorway - poised like a cat, but with longer ears and a bigger tail - but when she rubbed her eyes and blinked, it was gone. She was hungry. Hungry in a way she didn't know other people weren't. She didn't understand what the urge really meant she wanted. This feeling was normal to her, but she had never quite satisfied it, and she assumed it was something that would come and go as a standard part of growing up. In a sense, it was. Every child on the path to becoming a teenager wanted to destroy the universe. What made her so special was that she could actually pull it off.

Now you're probably wondering, "Hey, DARKMAGIC313, why are we seeing this kid whose relevance still hasn't come into play, and not a character I actually care about, like Adia Musyoki?" Well, first of all, that's not my real name, but it would be sick as hell if it was (were?). Second, patience. You'll like this kid, I promise. Third, as I hope is obvious by now BUT IF IT ISN'T DON'T READ THIS BIT, STOP READING THIS PARAGRAPH AND SKIP AHEAD TO THE NEXT ONE, countdown numbers six through three are all showcasing a tangentially relevant character introduced in parts one through four respectively. And fourth, and perhaps most embarrassingly, I hadn't come up with Adia at the time. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. This is a self-parodying, over-the-top political thriller, and I didn't even plan for it to have a hacker character from the very beginning. Shame on mother fucking me.

Beyond the limits of the universe as all of the above understand it, untouched by the white lies called time and space, a brilliant deity draped in a flowing black cloak writes by the deep blue light of her soul gem. Her words are inert as she pens them, but their meaning is alive and dynamic, shifting into the shape of a cosmos. This cosmos, too, is filled with life where she wills it - or does it will her to write? Which one informs the other? - life which understands itself through the words she builds them from. She is the speaker-god, and her words and the universe are one and the same. And she's mighty humble, too.

I do like how quickly we dropped the title of speaker-god. I've been doing a lot of this thing where the narration strips a character of their titles when it becomes apparent that they're undeserved. Maybe I'm not doing that as much as I think I am, actually. I can't think of any other example except for the bit in the most recent chapter where the narration takes to calling Whitman "Madeleine" when Marie starts humiliating her. Still, even if that's only two points of data, that's something.

PART 1: UNTIL THE DARK

The part names are also lyrical quotations, and in fact, all are connected to the titles of their first chapters - part 1 shares an artist, part 2 an album, and part 3 an actual song. The logical conclusion is that part 4 would be exactly the same as the title of the first chapter in it, but for some reason I'm a little doubtful I want to do that. I have a much better name for it in my head anyway. Maybe even a few much better names.

PRETTY OBLIQUE SPOILER ALERT: I also want to point out something I deliberately kept hidden in my part retrospectives - PFDM actually draws a lot of parallels to Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon (for more or less the same reason PMMM proper draws a lot of parallels to Goethe's Faust - it's pretty emblematic of an entire artistic movement whose vibes PMMM is jacking). The first that I make apparent (to my recollection, anyway - I may have missed something) is the part titles loosely paralleling those of Gravity's Rainbow. Until the Dark : Beyond the Zero The Champs-Élysées is a Busy Street : Une Perm au Casino Hermann Goering (really naming a location in French is the only connection here, but I only had so much to work with to keep the part title-chapter title connection working. I did say the connections were loose.) A World of Twenty Thousand Girls : In the Zone (this one pretty much only makes sense on top of how otherworldly Gravity's Rainbow's Zone actually actually is.) I feel like me telling you all this is maybe a pretty hefty giveaway about the trajectory of certain narrative threads and framing devices, but I don't know how much you guys actually investigate this kind of thing. Maybe I can say all this and get away with it just fine. Maybe I was overly cautious in neglecting to point any of this out in the part writeups, and/or maybe where this plot differentiates from that one is enough to keep you thrown off the tail, and/or(!) maybe even if I give you this hint, theorising about where I'm taking things will be no less, or maybe even more rewarding! Again, the curse of actually writing this is I have no way of knowing for sure how the audience feels.

Dark magic has been a phenomenon observed among magical girls since before the evolution of the modern magical girl (Puella Furia)

I am pretty sure that this was a hell of a bombshell to drop though. I think we're still dealing with the ramifications of these magical girls being further along the evolutionary chain than their counterparts in the source material.

Dark magic, true to its name, does not interact electromagnetically, and thus cannot be observed by an individual who is incapable of perceiving their surroundings without a body's sensory organs. Typically, this restricts observation to magical girls (in the various stages of their life cycle) and those similarly aware of their souls as in, for instance, the Incubator.

I deliberately avoided also saying wraiths here, even though I'm pretty sure that this early on I knew that they were going to be showing up in part 2.

As advances in the understanding of dark magic continue, the phenomenon's discovery is misattributed to significant contributors to the study of magic. These include Penelope of Skyros (310 BCE - 291 BCE), for her use of it in elaborating on the Aristotelian conception of a "fifth element", Aisha bint Hassan (703 - 739), the first person to write the equations for dark magic stability and its relation to emotional energy usage when her trail of thought became derailed while she was trying to figure out how to fit a rolled-up rug through the front door of her house, Anneliese Holzknecht (1828 - 1871), whose extensive writing on the matter had resulted in the SI unit for dark magic being named the Holzknecht (abbreviated as Hk), and who had invented both the time paradox and being found dead 7000 kilometres from the last place you were seen, and Rachel R. Parker (1981 - 2002), who had actually coined the term.

The saddest part of writing PFDM is how short I have to make everyone's lifespans. Except Anneliese Holzknecht, who I hope is pretty obviously a pet favourite of mine at this point. Actually, a very VERY early version of the story plan (i.e. before Macquarie and all that) was going to have her be part of the main gang, and also immortal. I since decided that was patently ridiculous, and that I ended up finding her more interesting long-dead than alive (although she did live for quite some time!), so I kinda-sorta moved her immortality across to Whitman, and changed it more to an immunity-type power. More recently, I've started reading You Bright and Risen Angels by William T. Vollmann, which incorporates centuries-old immortals into its main cast much funnier than I would have anyway.

Parker's coinage of the phrase came about in 1998, in response to the discovery of "dark energy" named to suit the nomenclature established by dark matter. She had come up with it during a game of table tennis, wherein she had joked that if the name ended up sticking, the entities whose bodies were comprised of dark magic would have to be renamed to "witches" and "familiars" and was shocked to discover the following week that this was exactly what had happened. What she was not shocked to discover, however, since neither she nor anybody else ever knew this, was that mere days after she made this joke, a woman in another country altogether was giving birth to an immaculately conceived child. Had she known, her entire understanding of consciousness and free will would have been thrown into question and it's entirely possible that this would have made her feel less bad about the joke in comparison.

I have no doubt in my mind that the name "witch" only being a decade old has caused hella plot holes in the historical sections. If it has, I'll probably patch these up. Not entirely sure if I care enough to, though? We'll see.

Anyway, that's all for now. See you next time for chapter 4, the first chapter I wrote live as we were updating!

[theliterarywolf]

You know, I have no race in the Bluey smut argument going around right now (I don’t watch Bluey and also I’m sex-repulsed so no smut for meee), but I will say that there are some really hypocritical arguments going around. One person I follow on Twitter for her mostly good takes on stuff was retweeting and posting about how people shouldn’t make Bluey smut… and not five posts before she retweeted a drawing of Kanga from Winnie the Pooh with fat tits and called her a milf. Like… what.

(Sorry, Bluey anon and I meant to include the 1 and 2) You know, me PERSONALLY I’d rather not see people making smut of cartoon characters for kids and it weirds me out a LOT… but I also recognize that A) this is the Internet. B) Rule 34 was a term coined for a REASON. C) You can’t stop people or not expect people to not draw porn of this stuff. So I honestly don’t care what people do just so long as it’s properly tagged and hidden away.

(Took me a while to get to this ask because half of it only appears on mobile and the other half only appears on desktop0

The thing of it that a lot of people either don't get or refuse to understand is that if you personally feel uncomfortable with the notion of R34 for child-friendly IPs? That's more than fine. Hell, more often than not you'll find people that agree with you.

However, it's the attitude and approach that some people have (i.e.: the 'this material has no right to exist!'/you're all perverts trying to prey on children!'/'Look at this groomer!') that more often than not causes the animosity.

Case in point: a few years ago when the first bubbles of the current fanpol environment started popping, I remember one person cajoling on and on because they were disgusted by people making R34 of The Loud House.

Interesting note, however? I was almost agreeing with them! I was personally squicked out by the idea of people lewding those characters and so I remember pretty much trying to tell them 'hey, let's ease back and stop attacking people so we can look at the issue again'.

Just for the person to turn on me and call me a pedophile because I ship Soriel (Sans and Toriel from Undertale) and SidLink (Prince Sidon and Link from Breath of the Wild). Which, 1. None of the characters in those ships are underaged (though I do remember some idiotic discourse about 'oh, Link is technically older than Sidon so it's grooming' and 'oh, well, Sans is short so that means he's child-coded).

So they successfully burned any bridge they could have had with me and even though I was more upset about them screeching to all their followers about me being a pedophile (since that was around when I still did writing commissions and I didn't need the bad publicity), in the back of my mind I ended up thinking 'Well, fuck you too then; I hope more people draw smut of Lucy and Lincoln [REDACTED] while Lora and Leni [REDACTED] each other in the corner!'

[caermis]

❝Love❞ Ch. 1

❦BNHA! Various X Black!Reader ❦Characters:  ⇻Izuku Midoriya ⇻Mirio Togata ❦Warnings: None ❦Plot: “Y/N L/N. Thank you for your help.” -H.E.R.O Ward Association, Block 15. A young 20-year-old, that has been chosen as the right choice to raise 10 Installments. That are Children? ❦Notes: ⇻This does not involve Pedophilia, Hebephilia, or Ephebophilia(Nothing to do with a sexual attraction towards literal children) -G/BsF/N = Best Friend’s name

❝Ch.1❞  ❝Ch.2❞

Chapter One

A New Mother's Dismay

Midoriya & Togata

I am Y/N L/N

Her E/C eyes silently watched the striped ball roll to her feet, before trailing up the group of kids in front of her. They were all faceless, and their voice held no real warmth or joy, but they screamed the 10-year-old's name. Over and Over and Over. Asking her to play or pass the ball to them. Slowly picking up the ball, taking slow steps before speeding up excitedly. They cheered her name, waiting for her. Before she tripped over her own feet. Tumbling to the ground, the ball rolled back to the other kids. Feeling tears prick her eyes, before slowly sitting up. Only this time, the kids frowned at her, and picked the ball up, and walked away.

I am Y/N L/N

I stared at the red F- on my test; I gripped my skirt, trying to stop the tears at my failure. The faceless high school students chuckled and turned from me like I wasn't even worth bullying. Like I didn't exist. I was alone. I am alone. Repeating those words, I looked into the mirror and watched my face morph into the kind face of my mother. I would never be like her.

I am Y/N L/N

My feet dragged against the pavement, I casually walked home. I sighed. I was currently a university student, who was after their Master's degree in literature. Having published a book, when I was 18, lucky it allowed me to get a scholarship and buy a house, still didn't mean I wouldn't have to get a thankless job.

Luckily working at the University Cafe wasn't extremely bad. Tiredly lifting my arm, iLuckily,t was already 9 pm, and the sun had set a few hours ago, but the streets were still lively, with other College students going out on dates. Seeing my apartment building in the distance, I let out a sigh and took out the gate key. Inputting my pin code, I opened the metal gate and slipped inside and let out a yawn. Staggering up the steps, I walked down the hall, just wanted to get inside and change into something comfortable, until I noticed a package in front of my door.

Walking up to the brown cardboard box, my name written decoratively in sharpie. Lifting the box, I quickly unlocked my front door and slipped inside. Kicking my shoes off and locking the door, I walked into the living room and placed the box on the coffee table. Using my keys, I ripped through the tape and began to open the box. A white card rested on top of a black box, my fingers grabbing the card and reading over it.

A gift.

-H.E.R.O Ward Association. Block 15

"What..." Placing the card aside, I pulled out the large black box and took off its plastic wrapping, my fingers running along the metal of it, before opening it. I yanked my hands away, staring wide-eyed at the money inside. I slapped my hands over my mouth and stared at it, before grabbing the note on top and reading it. 

Y/N L/N,

Congratulations! You have been chosen as the direct Caretaker of Block 15: U.A-L.O.V. This is part of your payment, once receiving an installment, which is 200'000 per Installment. This amount has been doubled as of today, due to [REDACTED] circumstances. Expect the arrival between this week or next week.

Thank you,

-H.E.R.O Ward Association. Block 15

I bite my bottom lip, closing the box. So it wasn't a mistake. Grabbing my computer, I started to look at the H.E.R.O Ward Association. Finding absolutely nothing or anything I did find was restricted. I stared back at the box, thinking of ways to get rid of it or return it. I didn't sign up for this, but something told me I couldn't get out of this predicament. 

“John! A Number 15! For Mary!” You called out before turning back to the woman behind the counter. “That’ll take just a minute.” Mary smiled and turned from the counter, going back with her friends. Seeing that was the last person, I let out a sigh. Just happy that the lunch rush was over. 

Rocking on my heels, I glanced over the cafe, before locking eyes with a tall boy with blonde hair. Dread immediately filled my stomach as he smiled brightly and proudly walked towards the register, making exaggerated movements with his arms.  

I watched him with a raised eyebrow as he came closer, just spotting a short boy with green hair stumble after him. Upon reaching the counter, he smiled. “Are you L/N-san?” I nodded and watched his smile get bigger and he pulled out a white card and passed it to me. 

Y/N L/N, The first installment. 1/10

Name: Mirio Togata. Age: 9 Block 15: Permeation

Looking from the note back to Miro then looking away from the blonde boy and yelling into the back. “I’m heading out early! It’s an emergency!” Turning back to Mirio, he stared at me with happy blue eyes. “You're very pretty L/N-san.” Giving a half-assed smile, you slipped off your apron and moved around the counter, just spotting the green-haired boy as he hid behind Mirio. “Oh! This is Izuku. He’s 7 and shy. Say hi and give L/N-san your card.” Miro ushered Izuku forward, making him almost trip but catch himself and fumble with his fingers, and pull out a card, quickly pass it to me and hide behind Mirio. 

Y/N L/N, The first installment. 1/10

Name: Izuku Midoriya. Age: 7 Block 15: One for All

Not having time to go over the details, crouched down and stared at them. Offering your hand. “Let’s go get something to eat.” Mirio excitedly grabbed my hand, while Izuku slowly grabbed mine. Standing up, I walked with the two boys, heading towards the pizza parlor, mentally thankful that I left my backpack at home, and that I kept my wallet, phone, and keys on you. 

Finding a table in the back, I left them here to get a medium-sized pepperoni, half cheese pizza. Paying for the meal, I went back to the table, waiting for my name to be called. “Thank you, L/N-san,” Izuku whispered quietly as he sat beside him, fiddling with his hands.

“Y/N. Call me Y/N.” You smiled and clutched your hands together, having literally no idea what to do. The two seemed respectable enough not to cause trouble. “Y/N. I like your name a lot. Are you from America, cause…” He trailed off, subconsciously rubbing his skin, his eyes on mine. 

“Cause you look different.” Izuku grabbed my hand, showing the difference of skin tone, “but not a bad different. A good different.” The green-haired boy quickly added on. Mirio nodded, smiling at me. Feeling my heart clench, I ran my hand through Izuku’s hair and reached across the table and padded Mirio’s head. “Thank you.”

“A half Pepperoni and half Cheese for Y/N!” Pulling for the two boys, I told them to wait for me as I went up and grabbed the pizza. “Y/N! You had kids! When!” One of my friends, G/BsF/N grabbed my arm and stared at me. I rapidly shook my head and crossed my arms. “Hell no! Listen, I’ll explain later!” Grabbing the table, you headed back to the two boys. 

“I've never eaten pizza!” Mirio excitedly took a bite of his slice, while I quickly slid a plate, handing  Izuku a smaller slice. Watching the two eat, I pulled out my phone, going through different apps. 

“Y/N?” Looking at Mirio, watching him sink lower into his seat. He stared at me with wide eyes, seeming to be panicking. Permeation. I quickly stood up and moved to his side. Grabbing his shoulder. Not exactly sure what to do, I made him look at me. “Y/N, Im...Im sorry-”

“Hey. It’s alright. Just breathe. I'm here ok.” I spoke softly, slowly patting his head. Watching him slowly reappear from his seat, his hands gripped my shirt. Staring at him, whatever I just got myself into, I couldn't back out of.

“Miri... I'm here for you ok. It was an accident. Let’s just go home alright. We can buy clothes and things tomorrow.” I slowly pulled away. Packing up the rest of the pizza before leaving. 

Upon arriving at my apartment, I found a yellow and blue backpack in front of my door. “I'm assuming those belong to you two?” Mirio sheepishly smiled, as I walked with a sleeping Izuku on my back. “Sorry. We thought you'd be home, but you weren't so we went out to find you.”

“How do you know where I work?” 

“The man who brought us here told us.” I unlocked the door, allowing him inside first. Watching Mirio quickly slip off his shoes and dart deeper into the house, excitedly looking around. Walking inside, I kicked the door closed and took off my shoes, lacing Izuku on the couch, and using my coat as a blanket. Placing the box of pizza on the counter.

“Mirio?” Walking down the hall heading to the spare bedroom, Mirio stared out the window into the street. “Y/N, is this me and Izuku’s bedroom?” I slowly nodded, staring at the makeshift bed, until I actually bought a bed. 

“I thought you both could help me buy a bed. Seeing as money isn't an issue.” Mirio nodded excitedly and rushed out of the room, going to explore the apartment. Which had only three bedrooms and two full bathrooms, so they had enough to explore. 

After a few minutes of exploring on Mirio’s part, and me on the computer, looking at certain bed frames, Izuku cuddled up to my side. 

“Y/N! Do you think we can go to school!” Mirio slid into the living room, a red sheet around his neck like a cape. He was playing superheroes with himself, saving invisible citizens and villains, going by Lemillion. “Well, legally you'll have to.” Mirio cheered and disappeared down the hall. 

“Do I have to go to school too?” Izuku tiredly rubbed his eyes and looked up at me. I nodded and watched him smile. “Izuku come play Heroes with me!” Izuku looked fully awake and climbed down, darting towards the sound of Mirio’s voice. 

Listening to their cheering and entrances introducing themselves, sometimes bickering on how to save someone. My eyes focused on the best schools close to the apartment, before settling on Boku No Hero Academia K-12 School. 

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!” Izuku in a white cape, naming himself to be All Might, and Mirio who had changed his red cape to a black one, changing into a villain. Ran into the living room, staring at me. “Play Heroes and Villains with us! You can be the person I save.” 

“But I wanna save Y/N too.”

“But we need a Villain and Villains can't save people.” Izuku and Mirio went back and forth before I stopped them. “You can take turns.” The two nodded, and we went on to play. 

“Give me the secret formula!”

“Ah, save me!” Struggling in your metal restraints (horribly tied yarn) you stared at Villain Lemillion with fearful eyes, as you fell closer to the lava(floor). “That’s fine. This lava can read your mind, so I'll win either way! Mwahaha!” 

“Someone help me! I need a hero please.” Falling closer to the lava until the door opened and there appeared the hero All Might. “I am here to save you Y/N-oops I mean-I am here to save you, citizen!” He chucked a pillow at Villain Lemillion making him fall back. “No, my plans!” Watching him fall into the lava, dying with his tongue out and making a sizzling sound. 

“Are you alright!?” All Might jumped onto the platform, undoing my restraints and making sure I was alright. “Thank you! You saved me! You're my hero.” All Might look embarrassed and smiled.

“Still sizzling over here.” 

We looked over the edge of the platform(my bed) and down at Villain Lemillion, who was somehow still alive. “How are you alive!? I killed you!” 

“You're a hero. Heroes don't kill people!”

“Y/N, do heroes kill people?” Mirio and Izuku looked at me, I thought for a second. “I guess if they really need to but never their main villain.” 

“Main villain?” Mirio climbed onto the bed and stared at me. “Like the person, they go up against. “Like Batman and the Joker. Their main rivals, but you can always have more than one rival.”

“Like! Like! Um...when All Might fought All for One so they're main rivals!”

“Oh! You're so smart!” Izuku's eyes lit up as the two talked. Maybe All Might was a Hero, I haven't heard of. You brushed it off and checked the time, 8:23 PM, and the boys ate around 5 or 6, so dinner was in order. “We’ll eat dinner, then you both can take a bath. We’re going to check out your schools tomorrow.” The two cheered and climbed down, rushing towards the kitchen. Following them, deciding to settle on Pizza, which they basically inhaled and ready for a bath.

While they took a bath together, I chose their PJs, realizing that Mirio had zero sense for what was for bed and what was not. After a few minutes of slashing and hero talk, they both came out squeaky clean, saying that heroes needed to be clean. Tucking them into bed, they both started asking me for a bedtime story.

“Uh, I don't know any.”

“Make one up!”

“N/N, please!” Izuku called me by my nickname, staring at me with Puppy dog eyes. Sighing, I cleared my throat and made myself comfortable. “Once upon a time, there was a boy. A boy not many liked cause he was different, though this boy had a friend. A friend that was really mean to him and put that boy down.”

“If they were friends. Why was his friend mean to him?” Mirio spoke quietly, staring with half-lidded eyes. Izuku slowly nodded, “Shouldn't friends be nice to each other?”

“Until that boy met a hero, and that hero gave that boy his power, after some convincing. So the boy was given the old Heroes power, a dangerous power that would hurt the boy, but the old Hero didn't tell the boy that. So the boy could tell no one. Though this boy didn’t listen and told his friends, who didn't believe him. We soon learn his friend is jealous, he thinks the boy looks down on him. Jealousy is a nasty thing.”

“That doesn't sound like a hero.” Mirio slowly dozed up, while Izuku softly muttered. Slowly patting his head, I nodded.

“I guess it doesn't.”

[d20owlbear]

WIPs Meme

As the progenitor of the McWips lineage, i take my tags by @sevdrag​ and @goodnightmoonvale​ with little to no grace.

Just remember, y’all fukkin ASKED for this (bolded the ones that are in progress but partially posted)

**Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!**

Read More cause there’s like... 100 here

Single WIPs

Love and Joy and Happiness

Wives Exchange: [redacted, it’s a secret but i have the recipient here]

The Siren in Yon Garden

As You Wish

Kinkmeme Prompts and Fills

Blasphemy

For Ecchima: book nanny/gardener

Western AU Notes Lasso

Gooley and Swordziraphale

Your lasso wound around my neck

Ineffable Residences

False Gods—Bound To These Bones, Until Dust Arise

GlitterGoo

The Great Basin

Bloodbourne AU Sparky

Wives Exchange: [redacted, #2 it’s a secret but i have the recipient here]

Discorporation

A Seat at the Table

Barometric Pressure

Two Truths and a Lie

SCP-4174

These Types of Kisses

Ghost Stories

The Profluetion and Temptations of the Angel Aziraphale, as Necessitated by the Arrangement

To Noise Making

NSFW RodeOmens

Gloria in (Excess) Excelsis

How Embarassing

Gloria, We Lied

Satyr/Dryad A&C

Another New World

Sex & Falling (Sex-ER)

Poems by Angsty McGee

The Lost Octodecimo 

Finishing My Chapter

A Lady Fallen to the Serpent Seas

InstaDemon

See You In The Next Life

Words Krowley Knows

Untitled Demon Game

Bite My Tongue And Set Me Free

Kenkrowley & Aarakocraziraphale

In Thy Loving Handhold

An Everyday Love

12 Days of Blasphemy

The Intrinsic Differences Between the Occult, Ethereal, and Human

Ineffably Sentimental

CYOA by AJ Crowley

A Problem Like Theology

Repetition

What was that? I couldn’t hear you...

Phone Letters

A Masquerade To Remember

The Ultimate Question of Free Will and its Logical Proceedings

An Inquisition’s Life

Of All The Men In the World (It Had To Be You I Loved)

I Am Thy Fool In The Morning

Faults Of The Earth (I am the Winter)

Very Important Stories About A Dog Who Loved His Boy Very Much

Interaction Myths

Creations Myths

Fairy Tale Love (Walkers)

In Time

Ave Avarice

Tales of the Sonoran Desert

24 Hours

(Lost) Chapter 1: In Which We Meet The Characters, Or Otherwise Known As The Prologue

The thoughts that arise in me [from Filing of Serial Numbers folder]

Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, and all-around Sarcastic Shit

Tap-Tap-Tapping

Elysia

Clean Up Crew

Salem magic - Colette Irving and coding

Call me Jim

Collab WIPs

Dear Professor

GameDev AU by BeeJam (Honey?)

Hidden Kisses 5+1

The Art of Forging Wine

The Art of Forging Wine Timeline

With Remnice

Hellboy AU

With childrenofthesun

Hellboy AU initial ideas dump

6/30 Snick Snack Snake Tat Give a Dog a Bone

Scent Memories

Bartender AU

HKissing Booth

"Rude Notes" Aftermath

A/C Sex Pollen Crowdsource doc

Silk Road Trip

Resurrectionstein: A Conspiracy Board

Emperor’s Quantum Clothes

Soft Omens: A Working Title

Making Entanglements [folder]

The Mathematical Improbability Of Reaching the Stars [folder]

Synesthesia Podfic [folder]

Basil For Luck: 1001 uses for witchery [folder]

Tagging @moveslikebucky @cassieoh @ran196242 and @sosobriquet (as long as it won’t make y’all worried about your WIPs in a bad feels way)

[gglitcha]

ANONYMOUS   SENT    🤔   TO   MEET   AN   NPC      /      SEND

She   never   turns   to   regard   you   despite   your   blatant   intrusion   into   her   decidedly   unremarkable   abode.   It   is   you   that   must   approach   her,   touch   a   timid   hand   to   her   back   in   the   hopes   of   drawing   her   seemingly   elusive   attention.   The   woman   turns   and   looks   down   upon   you   in   a   strangely   automated ,   jerking   fashion.   

Her   frame   is   willowy ,   slender   and   beautiful ,   like   that   of   an   unspeakably   perfect   porcelain   doll.   Long ,   red   tresses   of   fiery   hair   frame   an   empty   face.   She   is   as   featureless   as   a   blank   canvas ,   and   just   as   easy   to   envision   any   desire   onto.   No   eyes,   no   mouth    ------    a   rippling   cloud   of   incomplete   code   froths   around   her   visage   like   a   thick   mist ,   shrouding   her   from   any   deviance   of   what   is   projected   onto   her   by   her   company.   Still ,   a   smile   is   apparent   in   her   tender   tone.

“Oh...  hello,   darling.”   Her   voice   seems   faraway.   She   seems   utterly   detached   from   the   interaction ,   as   if   speaking   to   her   newfound   company   from   worlds   away   through   the   mouthpiece   of   a   phone.   As   if   the   intended   recipient   of   her   greeting   is   not   stood   mere   inches   away.   A   moment   of   poignant   hesitation.

(   >   CHARACTER   FILE   IS   NOT   RECOGNIZED  ------  ?     >   CHARACTER   FILE   IS   MISSING   OR   CORRUPT  .     >   SCRIPTEDENCOUNTER . FILE   CANNOT   BE   LOCATED  ?     >   ...   PROCESSING  ...   PROCESSING  ...   PROCESSING  ...   PROCESSI    >   AN   EXCEPTION   HAS   OCCURED ,                                       )

“You   must   be   one   of   my   Mallo[REDACTED]’s   little   friends.”   

Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.  Must  be.  Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.  Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.  Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.  Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.  Must  be.  Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.  Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.  Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.   Must  be.  Must  be.

“I’m   afraid   you   just   missed   her.   She’s   gone   calling   for   her   friends.   Perhaps   if   you   hurry ,   you   can   catch   up   with   her?   ...   Otherwise ,   you’re   more   than   welcome   to   wait   for   her   here.”

>   I’D   LIKE   TO   WAIT  .         >   I’D   LIKE   TO   GO   AFTER   HER  .

...   Hm?   That   is   what   you   wanted   to   say ,   isn’t   it?   

The��  chair   groans   against   the   tile   as   you   pull   it   out   from   the   table   and   settle   onto   it’s   wooden   seat.   Her   mother   sits   across   from   you.   You   speak   again.   The   particulars   of   what   inaudible ,   muffled   words   are   uttered   by   your   careless   tongue   are   unimportant.   She   answers   all   the   same.

“She   won’t   be   long.   Can   I   get   you   anything ,   dear?”   She   never   moves   to   fetch   you   a   thing   regardless.   

The   silence   is   heavy ,   but   somehow ,   it   belongs   here   more   than   you   do.   The   front   door   swings   open   and   bangs   shut   a   room   over ,   and   somebody   darts   upstairs   without   troubling   to   announce   themselves.

You   > TALK   with   her   mother   again...

“That   must   be   her.   She’ll   have   forgotten   something ,   always   does ,   rushing   off   out   the   way   she   does.”   A   tinkling   laugh.   You   smile,   and   rise ,   making   to   follow   Mallo[REDACTED]��  upstairs.   

Without   warning ,   she   reaches   out ,   and   grips   your   forearm ,

it   hurts.

“No. Never mind. I- I was mistaken. You   mustn’t   speak   with   her.”   She   is   not   only   sudden ,   and   not   only   stern   in   her   warning  ;   she   is   unrelenting.   Suddenly   desperate ,   and   suddenly   glacial   in   demeanour   as   the   warmth   sputters   from   her   voice ,   you   pull   back   nervously.   Her   hold   only   tightens.   Stilted   mannerisms   buckle   into   entirely   artificial ,   detached   ones ,   and   her   mother   somehow   manages   to   look   furious ,   empty   face   and   all.

“Let me see you out, now. Come and play another day. When...” 

She   heaves.   Every   word   seems   a   strain   to   speak ,   like   unfamiliar   tongue  .   A   vein   stands   out   against   her   forehead ,   pulsing ,   and   you   find   yourself   stuttering ,   though   your   quibbling   sentiment   goes   ignored ,

“You...   you   do   not   belong   here.”   

Do   you.   DO   YOU.   DO   YOU?   

“Run   along   home.   Back   to   wherever   you   came   from,   come   along!   Don’t   come   around   here   again ,   and   stay   away   from    ------    [REDACTED]   g g g g    l   i   t   c h  ,   ”

the   scene   dissipates   into   binary  .   her   face   melts   into   itself ,   code   colliding   and   crackling ,   sputtering   out   of   ex i st en c e ,   you   feel   like   something   went   WRONG ,   like   somebod y    I N T ER  FERE  D   ,

L̵͔̤͍̖̠͇ͯ̋̌̈̏ͣͤ͛͋̅̓̒ͤ̏̉͗ͭ͜I̖̹̥͖̘͕̎͑̾͆̌̽̀ͣ̈́̇ͯͨ̓̎̊͛͠ͅK̥̱̖͈͎͈̖͍̣̦̭ͬ̅̒ͨ͋̀ͫ̉̿͆ͯ͞͝͠E̅̎͆ͪ̐̊̿̋ͦ̀̑̏ͯ̃ͧ͂̉͘͟҉̴͈͕͙̟̫ͅ ̵̜̤͍̬̼͉͕̟͖̟̤͍̹̬̯̃ͭ͊̅̒ͬ̉̔ͣ͗̌̕ ̡̛̞͍͔͗ͧ̐̏̽ͮ̋̿̐ͧ́̇̈́̕ͅ ̸̶̸̡̛̯̠͓̝̪͚̣̳͖͎̫̻͎̺̰̝̃̈́̂̔̃̎̔͛̃̐ͤY̢̛̺̪̹̥̳̻͍͖̖̘̝̱̘̘ͤ͋͂ͦǑ̎͌̿̐ͮ̈́́̃ͪ͊ͨ̒͠͏̢̞̲̦̺͙̣̖̗̀͢U̢̖̦̳̞̩̻̾̌͗ͬ͐̑̓ͥ̎ͬ͐̓̆̓ͧ̏̚͟͡ ̸̧̡̛̤̘̹͈̝͖̠̥̰̩̖̺̺͈̮̦̪̾̑̾͂ͨ̔ͣ̊͆̎ͭͯ͋ͨ͛͋̚ͅͅ ̢̥̞̝̘͍̘̦̬̫̰̞͙̟̤̌̿̌ͣ̓̈́̆ͦ̍͠͞ ̡̜̠͈̘̹̳̫͑ͭ̑ͭ̅ͭ̒̈̉͋̈́̅͐́͝͡S̶̏̒ͣͥ̔͋ͦ̒̈́ͨ͏҉̤̝͎̺͇͔̲́͜H̵̨̧̜̹̟̙̮̲̦̖̪͎͙̝̺̤̼̣̋ͭͭ͌ͤ̿͆̽ͤ͝͝Ô̎̍̃̂͏̸͍̖̣̞̙̖͇̗̯͖̝̝͈̯̩̘́͢U̸̧̨͙͎͔̤̲̬̮̙̺̥̭͉̝͉̘̓̂ͣ͒̇ͫ͛̒̇͂̕Ľ̪̬̘̻̞̪̜͇͕̭̬̥̱́̑̒̎̏̾̅ͥ̽ͥ̄̓̇ͣ́͟͝D̸̷̗̩͈͓͉̗̤̞ͧ̊ͦ̒̑͋̄̽̐̑͒̆͂͗̔͗̚͘͠ ̡̓ͬͫ̉̌ͣͤͭ͒ͮ̾̄͊҉̧̧͍͖̘̳̤͇̹̭͇̩͖̭̣͚͍͝ ̳̙̖̲̝̬͍̘͔̗̥̘̥̙̪̺̑͂ͥ̐ͬ͆̀̉̓͂̈́͗̔̋̐ͤ̓̓́͢͠ ̶̶̛̭͖͍̰̣̝͓͋̐̆̄̓̕͘M͌ͥ͂̓͛̎̏҉͏̣̭̺̘͉͇̬Ì̵̟̯̼̬̦̥͚̟̝͖̹̭͍̻͛͛̍̽̔̿͆̄ͩ̑́́ͅN̶̛̯̙̰͉̯ͤ͆̉̊ͅD̯͈̲͈̳͇̭̺̺̲̮̪̦͈̃ͤ̉ͮͬͦͩͪ̑͒ͣͦ̽͒ͧ͑͜͜ ͂̇͗̓͛̐̒̆͂ͤͯ̾̂ͨ͒ͦ͗ͯ͏̰̳͕͖̠̻͈̪̘͖͚̳́ ̨̧̛̽̏ͩ̎͂ͣ̅̇͝͏̼̦̞͎̟͓̟̦͇̭̭͙͙̪͙̞ͅ ̛̛̗͎̻͙̬̹͈̻̲̼̩̍ͯ̍́ͤ̐̓̐ͪ͆͛ͬ͛ͫ̋̕͝ͅÝͤͣ͗͂͊͂̌͋͊̄͗̉͛̄̚͏̢͈̠̙̜̭̗̙̫̠͔̩͇̜́O̸̡͍̜̬̞̞̭̙̦͚̱̹͒ͥ͌̀͐̃̾̇̓̑̈́̐̍̃͢Ư͕̙̻̘͕̳̞̻̹̘͙̖̤̮̻͚̰̰͛ͯ͌̎̈́̽ͨ̈́̃͛́͌ͥ̆͛ͯ͢ͅR̡̢͕̥̟͙̳̣̼̥͕̲̰͉͕̪̺̜͊͐̔͛ͦ̏̋̉̓̾̍̄͆́͝͠ ̷̶̧̗̫̦̫̝͖͚͍̜̜̤̭͐̽̀͊ͥ̀̊̒ͫ̊̎ͧͧ͊͢͡ ̛͓̠̭̣̗ͥ̎ͩͦ̓͒ͣ ̵̘̱͎̫͕̙̹̥̫̘̦̥̥̣͔̣̈́̎ͮ͆̌̉̍͋ͯ̍ͩͨͯ̿ͩ̈̋̾O̡͖̗͔͉̘̬̟̹̱̦̥̹̺̪̟̹̒̊̿͒̓ͮ̍̊̒̉̎̔ͥ̒͛͟W̡̨̛̳̣̘̗͇̘͓̳̦͈͍̹͈͚͙̣̝̻̍̊͗͂ͭ́͋N̶̜͓͇̻̘̠̪ͨͬ̓ͯͦͮ̉̓̌ͪ̏̿̄̇̌̇̚ ̴̣͍̣̹̘͈͉͇͕̳̰̱̳̱̘̬͖̦̙͒́͋̎̑̈́ͯ̄͝ ̸̶̢̠͇͙̜͚͇̤̮̈́̓̆ͫ̉͒͑ͣ͊̄̈́͞ ͣ͑̆̅̂ͪ͂̒̈̽̿̎̈̏̌̓ͤͧ҉̫̥̣̲͎͎͉̫͉̗̼̗͕̰̕͡B̸͈̜̩͖̳̗̺͍̠̥̜̻̦̻̳̝̩͈ͨͪ͒ͮͤ̌͗͗̊ͪ͆̚̚̚͠U̴̴̴̜̜͈̹̦̯͎̺̰̠͇̫͔̪̳̎̓̃̽̄ͧ̇̒̽̕͜S̴̢͙̖̟̫̲͖̘̣̗̿ͣ͂̄̒̑ͨ́͝͝I̷̢͙͍̠̟̖̤͖͙̱̼̳̬̤͕͚̥͑͌̅̾ͩͪ͐̀ͣ̎͜͝ͅN̴̸̡̧̡̦̹̖̹̻̞͕̥͓̘͆̾͋͒̌͒Ȅ̶̛͙̣͕̦̖̲͉ͯ͛̓ͭ͆̽͌͌̇̔͡S̵̢̮͓͍̖̺͍ͣ̿̏͗͗̈́̾̌̍̇̄̏̈́͑̕͢ͅͅS̴̩̣͓̪̜̘͇͖̙͕̮̪̖̏̈ͦ̈̔̌̏ͫ͒̏ͨͨͧͪͦ͊̀͢ ̨̦̞͙͍̗̝͖͎̫̙̹̘̺̃ͯ̿̈́̓͐̓̽ͥ̏́.̸̛͓̪̟̘̜̦̣̖̹̮̙͇͔̝͓̪̌̆́̂̕͘͜

[lokigodofaces]

Dudes!

So @tvaofficial has been posting a lot of codes and TVA memos with redacted info lately, which is epic. Well, @agentsofshieldabc is in on this too.

Now, @agentsofshieldabc is the official tumblr of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I think. There also is @agentsofshield that has been much more active, but it does not have the link to the privacy policy page for Disney ran accounts. I double checked this because it wouldn’t be too surprising if there was a fan account with that url. It would appear @agentsofshieldabc is the official account and @agentsofshield is a fan account. @tvaofficial is an official account (it has the privacy policy page). We are dealing with official accounts ran by the powers that be at Marvel/Disney. So this isn’t some weird thing a couple of fans are doing.

@agentsofshieldabc does not post a lot. Seriously, I scrolled through their posts, trying to see if there was anything else like this. The last post they have related to AoS is advertising the season 2 finale. That came out in 2015. So the account hasn’t been active for most of the time the show was running. And now they are posting. 

First we have this. It reads: 

Time Variance Detected

Agents of S.A.S.S. reassigned.

Yo! What is that about? From what I can tell, S.A.S.S. is an acronym for Special Administrative Support Services, and refers to the people in charge of @agentsofshieldabc. The idea is that they are a task force of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that run the S.H.I.E.L.D. social media platforms or something along those lines. I’m not sure, these are year old posts I’m looking at, I wasn’t there when this was happening and it was a thing. 

ANYWAY.

“Time Variance Detected.” Well, isn’t that the whole thing behind Loki? The protagonist is a Loki variant. So perhaps this variance is meant to refer to Alternate2012!Loki, or any other variance, really. Or anything AoS related? There is a lot of time travel in AoS, and shouldn’t Deke Shaw be considered a variant? Or something similar? I have a couple episodes of s5 left to watch, but knowing how narratives work, they’re gonna stop Talbot and save the world, branching out into a new timeline? 

This also could potentially mean the Agents of S.A.S.S. (moderators of @agentsofshieldabc) are running @tvaofficial I guess. 

Then, another post:

@tvaofficial:  aGVsbG8/

@agentsofshieldabc:  eW91ciBzaWduYWwgaXMgd2Vhay4gcmVwZWF0Pw==

@tvaofficial:   Li4uIHJ5aW5nIHRvIGJvb3N0IHRoZSBzaWduYSAuLi4=

Do y’all realize how big this is?

@agentsofshieldabc is in on @tvaofficial ‘s coding! They know the code! Or at least how to respond to this one message! Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Loki might be connected! A surprisingly large amount of people have been wanting a connection. I mean, Loki and Coulson have a surprisingly large amount in common, both series involved time travel (allowing an easy connection), the TVA probably really hates S.H.I.E.L.D. b/c of the stuff they get into in later seasons, and it would be really funny if Coulson and Loki met again, especially since this Loki had just barely killed Coulson. 

From what I understand, most of @tvaofficial ‘s posts are nonsensical. We can’t make any sense of them other than this one (I think. There are A LOT of posts coming from @tvaofficial and I can’t possibly look at each and every one of them with my schedule. There may be more that can be translated). But this exchange can be translated.

Thank you to @kylara for this translation.

TVA: Hello?

AoS: Your signal is weak. Repeat?

TVA: ...rying to boost the signa...

“Your signal is weak.” The TVA and S.H.I.E.L.D. communicating? Is that what’s happening? Is this set up for canon, or is this just to mess with us all? Will @agentsofshieldabc continue replying to @tvaofficial ? I just signed up to get notifications when @agentsofshieldabc posts, so I will know if they respond to anymore of @tvaofficial ‘s posts. I didn’t scroll through all of @tvaofficial b/c that is a lot, but I think @agentsofshieldabc is the only account they have interacted with. Many Loki stans have tried to respond to the TVA, but they only are responding to @agentsofshieldabc so far. 

Again, thank you to @kylara for the translation. And thank you to the many others that are decoding the TVA’s signals! This is most definitely not a skill set I have. I would never have guessed this would be base 64 or anything like that. I kind of get the concept of bases, but not enough to guess this was base 64. 

Let’s hope there is an actual connection to both series! I haven’t finished the series (I have two episodes left of s5) but I’ve been told s6 and s7 are about time travel, and s5 has a fair amount of time travel as well. So there is that connection already with Loki. I don’t know how the series ends, but it may hold the key to all of this. And, gosh, I would kill for Coulson to be in the main MCU, and for all the other characters to be as well. 

[rmitea]

Ly, C. (2020). ‘Ask Me Anything’ Vaporwave Zine. Here it is, one week late, the result of my blood, sweat and tears. My Vaporwave zine. I ran into problem after problem trying to put this together but at long last, it’s done and I’m relatively happy with how it turned out. Of course, I can’t help but compare myself to my peers - their work was amazing and this doesn’t even come close to being as good as the work of some others. Nonetheless I did my best and I’m just glad it’s over. This zine was fun to do but oh boy was it stressful. I started out planning to do a video. I’d compiled all my assets and spent weeks watching tutorials trying to figure out how people did some of the intricate glitch effects on their photos. I even learnt how to code so I could create a “voice” for my character - he was supposed to speak in Animalese (like Animal Crossing characters). But after weeks of experimenting, frustration and Adobe After Effects crashes, it just wasn’t going to work out.  Luckily, the knowledge I’d learnt from the tutorials was easily transferable to Photoshop, which is where I did the bulk of the zine.  For the intended ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃ, there were some rules that I set for myself in order to successfully emulate the feeling and message that vaporwave usually delivers. I didn’t limit my colour palette, but I ensured that blues and purples were the main colour scheme throughout. To emulate the mocking of consumerism, I ironically included many well known consumer brands, including the likes of Coca Cola, Nintendo and Fiji water. It’s also in vaporwaves name to work under aliases and not give credit to people, so I redacted all real-life name mentions throughout the zine.  As the zine progressed the pages would get less and less serious before ending on the error screen-like bibliography. If anyone bothers to translate the Japanese, it also get more and more crude in the later pages.  All in all, I just wish I planned to do a still zine from the beginning. Given that a video format might have been cool, it was way too ambitious of a goal given the limited time frame and my non-existent video editing skills in After Effects. However, I’m glad that I did spend the time to learn the basics as I now have really solid foundation for when I’m ready to finally properly learn how to use the program. This semester has been a fun exercise in creativity and the zine was the perfect way to end everything off! 

[neonstatic]

coming clean: in early march, i kinda had a date planned with a guy (ykno, the pretty, harmless type.) who’d invited me over to his. but then the lockdown was announced and well, reasonably, we put that off. i still wonder, like, what if we’d planned for earlier? like, i’ve always seen him as harmless, and i liked his company from what i remembered from our camp times, so i dun think i would’ve had a bad or even awkward time w him. (he’s the v definition of a himbo and he gives great hugs. 10/10.) and it’s not like i want to date him. (i want to touch his ass yeah but as i’ve said before, i want to touch anyone’s butt....c o n s e n s u a l l y) but i can’t help but think abt it??? lmao like what would’ve happened? what was his plan? cus again, HE mentioned hanging out w me. i just peace-signed back bc i didn’t know what to say and was on my way to work. (i hate being spoken to on my way to anything time-sensitive. don’t talk to me. gotta go fast.)  HE messaged me weeks later asking to hang out. HE said, “idk what to do, i might just invite you over for dinner,” and well, ofc i had to say, “wouldn’t say no,” bc well are you gonna cook for me??? i want your mama’s famous pasta recipe. i mean, romcom code tells me that he most certainly wanted to bang. but also, our general rs history tells me he just wanted to catch up w the coolest [redacted] he’s ever know.  i, for one, know my intentions and i was just plain curious!!! i was like, “uh, wonder what could happen :O” i accepted for the plotline. i accepted for the drama. i accepted for the character/relationship development. sometimes you live life like it’s a movie and you take decisions just to spice up the story. like there’s no passion there, you’re just like, “haha wouldn’t that be interesting :)))” and you plan a date with a guy even tho you’re 80% sure you’re not into guys at all. i’m so messy...