#the story it's taking a change of tone :')

[taniamitsu]

The truth about Frisk

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Beginning

[puppyeared]

Atla live action 😐

[runningatypufullspeed]

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE TO SEE MY FUGLY UGLY ASS ALLEGORY OF THE CAVE X FAHRENHEIT 451 CROSSOVER DRAWING THAT I WAS FORCED TO DO FOR SCHOOL….. ITS SO UGLY AND MONTAG IS

WHITE.

AND THE HOUNDS ARE DISGUSTING THE COLORING IS SO SHITTY AND MILDRED …. Well ok she looks alright kindof but the COLORING ….. SKETCH WAS BETTER but do you guys. Do you still want to see it…….,,,,,,

ALSO NO OFFENSE TO WHITE PEOPLE PLEASE I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶😁👍 within reason

[kaymarie-bell]

Diasomnia Book, Chapter 2 Translations [7, 22]

as always, my own translation. I am learning as I go, I do this out of love for the game. There will be mistakes.

DO NOT REPOST

Summary: Day of the party. The older Heartslabyul members say their farewells. Cater is *so* not avoiding feelings right now.

[7-22]

Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge

Saturday night

Lilia: Hello everyone, thank you all for coming to the “Lilia Vanrouge’s Farewell Party” today

Lilia: It’s been two and a half years since I entered Night Raven College

Lilia: The time I spent here was filled with days full of youth

Lilia: Today it’s my treat. Eat, talk, and make a fuss!

*clapping and cheering voices*

Cater: He-yo, Lilia-chan!

Cater: Cay-kun and Riddle-kun didn’t really want to show up empty handed so…

Cater: *Riddle voice* “Isn’t okay if it disappears during the party?”

Cater: So I had Trey-kun make a cake!

Lilia: Oh, Cater. Trey. Also Riddle. I’m glad you’re here.

Trey: I was in the same class as Lilia only after becoming third years

Trey: Your stories were always interesting.

Trey: Since we’re both vice-leaders, and I was able to consult and rely on you...

Trey:…I wanted us to graduate with together.

Lilia: I was the one who always enjoyed talking to Trey

Lilia: As a food lover, I was able to exchange opinions, and there were also many things to discover.

Trey: I was always surprised by Lilia’s unique recipes…haha…

Lilia: I am going to give the various sweets I learned to bake from Trey to the neighbors as a way of saying hello to them.

Trey: Oh, I see-…Please follow the recipe. And be careful about the measurements and temperature.

Cater: Lilia-chan!

Cater: I wanted to do a light music club graduation concert with Lilia after our internships…

Cater: And this is what you were planning?

Cater: I can’t believe that we’re going to say goodbye all of a sudden.

Cater: Well…It’s only natural that each meeting has its farewell.

Cater: But I still feel lonely.

Lilia: Cater, we’ve been together in the light music club since we were first years.

Lilia: Frustrating practices…members leaving one after another due to differences in musicality…

Lilia: Amid all that, only the two of us who are gentle boys remained.

Cater: That’s right. Since it can’t be helped, why don’t we have a session together?

Cater: I was so surprised when Lilia-chan started playing hardcore metal with a 5-string bass!

Lilia: Hahah. My heavy sound and your pop together…

Lilia: We created such an unique sound

Lilia: I still find it strange how nobody came to scout us to an entertainment company.

Lilia: The second year, Kalim, who plays the folk instruments, joined the rhythm team…

Cater: Ha ha! It was really chaotic in the beginning, but it was really fun.

Cater:…Lilia-chan, thank you for being my friend during these two and a half years. I’ll cherish the pictures we took together.

Cater: So, let’s take one last photo! Take a pic with me!

Cater & Lilia: *pose together* yay~!

*camera shutter*

Cater: #LightMusicClub3rdYears #FirstGenGentleBoys #BFF

Cater: …Post completed!

Riddle: Lilia-senpai

Riddle: Once again…thank you for your help during the interdormitory magift competition.

Riddle: I’m sure it would’ve been difficult for us to settle the matter on our own.

Lilia: What are you saying Riddle?

Lilia: It was only thanks to Heartslabyul’s Leader that we were able to resolve it without endangering the Diasomnia students or the audience.

Lilia: I will thank you again on behalf of Malleus.

Riddle: From here on, I will speak personally

Riddle: I belong to the same equestrian club as Sebek and Silver

Lilia: Of course I know that.

Riddle: They’ve always said, “we are what we are now only because of Lilia-senpai’s guidance.”

Riddle: If I had the chance, I would’ve liked to be taught equestrian skills by this senior…

Riddle: I’m very disappointed.

Lilia: Ha ha ha! They’re always exaggerating. Don’t take it seriously.

Lilia: I hope you will continue to hone your skills alongside Silver and Sebek.

Riddle: Of course. Lilia-senpai, please take care of yourself.

Trey: Be careful not to get hurt or sick.

Cater: Stay healthy even if you’re far away! Get in touch through magicam any time~

Lilia: Yeah. You too.

[yeehawpurgatory]

Listen, I know this might sound untrue, but Arthur IS mostly a bad dude—or at least not as good a man as some claim. (I love him still but hear me out)

This is not me arguing “he’s bad so you shouldn’t like/glorify him” at all, I promise—I can’t stand that rhetoric. It’s just that I see a lot of “he’s so kind” “so good at heart” “so hard on himself” and I wonder why folks so often adamantly, un-ironically claim him as a misunderstood gentle giant type.

The fact that he’s mostly nice to those he cares about and is willing to help strangers in need (never mind both of those things are optional anyhow, you can just as easily play him as an asshole who doesn’t come to anyone’s aid—) doesn’t undo the harm he’s responsible for throughout the game. Nor does him being told to do so by an authority or being a victim of circumstance undo it.

His good doesn’t make up for his bad, and I don’t think it actually needs to. His bad certainly doesn’t take away from what makes him compelling and likeable to the audience; but within the context of his world, he’s right to be unhappy with who he is. It’s not a matter of low self esteem or self worth issues, his unhappiness with himself comes from self awareness.

(Saying this with a grain of salt because you know, fictional character with no real agency whose actions are as such for plot reasons), he may have had a shit hand dealt to him, but he’s a person who makes bad choices. He’s charming and relatable (and hot lol) but I’m not sure I understand the whole simplifying his character to “good person stuck in bad situation” thing, when it plainly isn’t the case, no matter how much we like him.

I think the “you’re a good man Arthur” line gets thrown around as proof of him being good at heart; but I think it’s more like, he needed to hear it to act as such. He needed to be told how to be good and pushed into reflection and immediate actions. He needed to be told that he’s a good man by others because he needed permission in a sense to be different than he knows himself to be. (Take a shot every-time I say good)

“The Thomas Downes mission was out of character” it really isn’t. He says what kind of man he is multiple times, he hammers the point home that he’s a bad man. And while there is definitely a bit of self loathing in that sentiment, he’s still speaking his truth. He’s just unhappy with it; he IS the type of man to commit an atrocity like beating a dying man for a few bucks. It goes against the beliefs fans have projected onto him, usually coming from their own moral compass instead of what the character shows his own to be, and that’s why it ‘feels so wrong’ to see him doing something actually despicable.

We arrive at this misunderstanding due to fandom projection, as well as this rampant desire to problem solve by ‘fixing’ the canon material to fit a sort of agenda. Ie, ‘I only like the good attributes in this character’ ‘it’s only acceptable to like this bad dude provided he’s always feeling guilt for his actions’ or ‘he’s not really at fault for them.’

But the thing is, even if Arthur is at conflict with his actions, the guilt he may feel isn’t an indication of anything pure within him. He’s in total control and chooses still to go along with everything. I tend to think an action done in guilt is functionally the same as an action done with enjoyment. Arthur feeling bad at the end of the game for his faults and complicity doesn’t mean he is good. Nor does it mean he ‘was a good the whole time’, nor does it excuse what he’s done.

We don’t have to make him a better person than he is in order to like him, is what I’m trying to say I guess. It’s fine to acknowledge all parts of him, to do otherwise does a disservice to his character as it often flattens them beyond recognition. And it’s also fine to hone in on what you appreciate most and write and draw and celebrate that while functionally ignoring the rest if you so choose—but it’s also fine (and usually important) to acknowledge who the character is without the plethora of projections placed upon them.

Arthur ends the game with a loving act, more or less saving John, saving Abigail, Tilly, paving the way for them to become something better than he was. None of these things are meant to be a great action done to save his soul or redeem him in any eyes, especially not his own. He dies on a good note (and yeah I would say low honour/back for the money is still a ‘good’ choice for a low honour story), and shifts his focus to the last good deed he’s done in his final moment as a way to leave off peacefully despite all his wrongdoings. He doesn’t get redemption really, and he doesn't wholly achieve 'goodness', despite all the potential for growth the audience can see in him, that’s the deliberate tragedy of it all.

[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: Sky x Prapai Screen Dump (Part 2)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

Sky’s sketchy ex comes back to haunt him :(

“If you are my friend, don’t mention him anymore. Understand?” - Sky

“I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” - Prapai

[snow-system-wol]

Emet-Selch has been seeing something odd the entire time the Warrior of Light has been on the First, but he wants to take this last chance to ask -- before S'ria is sent to Eulmore and the final Lightwarden is faced.

Ao3

"Well, fancy seeing you here."

Emet-Selch's voice made S'ria nearly jump out of his skin – namely because he'd been alone in the Pendants hallway a moment prior. S'ria fixed him with a particularly unimpressed look.

"Was there something you wanted?"

"I'm merely curious about your thoughts on my little lesson earlier."

Ah, yes. The rather dramatic explanation of the shards and their nature, visuals included.

"It made a certain measure of sense." Upon being flatly regarded for several moments, S'ria spoke up again with exasperation. "What, do you want me to say something else?"

"I simply thought someone of your unique nature would have more opinions on it." He made an elaborate shrug, adopting a faux-casual tone. "Speaking of which... I have a question I've been meaning to ask you."

S'ria sighed and leaned against the wall. "I can't stop you from asking, but I won't promise an answer."

"Is the middle of a hallway where you'd prefer to have this conversation? You don't seem too keen to be overly candid with your supposed allies. As fascinating as that is, I am trying to be accomodating of your quirks." He frowned at S'ria after moment with no response. "If it was unclear, I was hoping you would invite me in to your quarters – 'tis only proper courtesy."

S'ria's body betrayed an increasing amount of anxiety and Emet-Selch wondered if he knew how obvious it was. "Well, I suppose I'll thank your 'proper courtesy' for not simply approaching me in my room to begin with." He opened the door and gave Emet-Selch an unreadable look. "If you have any untoward intentions, I'd heavily recommend not acting on them."

Any response Emet-Selch would've given died under the brief wave of murderous intent rolling off of S'ria. There and then gone in a flicker. He raised an eyebrow and waited for Emet-Selch to walk in first, the message coming across loud and clear – I'm not turning my back on you.

S'ria seemed ill-at-ease with someone else in his personal quarters, hovering awkwardly near the door. His eyes flickered into the far corner of the room a few times, as if seeing something that distracted him.

Ill-at-ease barely covered it, actually. He looked as though he was about to crawl out of his skin if Emet-Selch stayed a single second longer than necessary.

"Okay? Get on with it."

Emet-Selch pushed down the urge to act insulted by the blunt hostility. "You remember my explanation, I take it, of you and your fellow Source-mate's boon? Six entire parts more whole than the inhabitants of this wretched shard."

"You've made your disdain very clear, yes."

"Yes, yes – Then I'll ask this plainly. What in Zodiark's name is wrong with your soul? Not the Light, deeper than that."

"Excuse me?" S'ria looked so baffled that the fear almost dropped from his features.

"The rejoined parts, they're supposed to be seamless, but you've gone and…done what, exactly?" Emet-Selch looked, somehow, genuinely disturbed. "It's not very plain to see but the closer I look – it's like you've been re-Sundered along new faults."

S'ria couldn't think of any response but to laugh – half hysteria, half genuine vindication at knowing something the Ascian doesn't. 

"Oh, is that all? Get out."

"What, I haven't earned so much as a mere –"

"Get out."

Emet-Selch raised his hands in supplication and stepped backwards into darkness, leaving S'ria alone in his room again. 

Mostly alone, anyway.

Ardbert had been looking at him with more than a little concern and judgment from the moment he'd let Emet-Selch into the room. He watched the spot where the man had disappeared with no small amount of distrust, before turning back to S'ria with a nervous laugh.

"Hey, it's your room, but if you want to bring someone back here, let me know so I can give you some privacy."

S'ria abruptly looked somewhat nauseous.

Ardbert cringed. "Okay, noted, that was rather in poor taste. Sorry."

S'ria sighed and waved him off. "It's not… you don't need to worry about that happening." He dropped to the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest, trembling settling into his body. "This was a mistake, I don't know if I can sleep here tonight. It feels like I gave him permission or something." His breathing quickened and his shifted his arms up to hide his face.

"Good thing you've got an invisible watchdog, then."

That snapped S'ria out of his spiral. "Huh?"

"S'ria, I don't sleep, no one can see me, and I have the ability to start making really loud noises right next to you. No one will get the drop on you while you're resting."

S'ria lifted his head and smiled shakily at him with a look that suggested he might start crying, and gods did Ardbert hope that didn't happen. He'd really be way out of his depth.

Oh, who was he kidding. He'd been out of his depth for a long time now.

[t-u-i-t-c]

ohranger (1995-1996)

[princesskuragina]

Anyways I can't stop thinking about the part in why we build the wall where hades walks over to check if persephone is singing along

[thekimspoblog]

"Prince of Egypt" is one of those movies the internet has decided that you're not allowed to hate.

Too bad I do!

[tinogiehd]

i think it’s only fair to take george’s words on his sexuality as fact until he officially says otherwise. it’s not really anyone’s place to try to look for hints. time and time again people are made to talk about their sexualities before they’re ready because of people digging and making assumptions. like to be honest some of y’all are starting to sound like leaktwt at this point. he’s okay with the shipping and that’s great keep going with that and the jokes are very funny but when it comes to truthing his actual sexuality giving him labels he hasn’t claimed yet is invasive

here are my thoughts on george's sexuality if you want to give it a read 👍 it's from a bit ago but my take is pretty much the same however with recent developments I think that there is nothing wrong with taking things said at face value. I hope that when you say his "words on his sexuality" you are including the "I like guys" moment. if you are, then I think we are on the same page with it

[sebek-zigbolt]

I see ppl being sad that grim ssr is running now with glo mas but I just hate grim SO much w ALL my heart <333 so if im mad abt anything its him having an ssr in the 1st place. Oh and being rollos DUO of all things.

[prosebushpatch]

IT IS not wip wednesday but when there’s a wip, there’s a way and that, my friends, is the name of this game~ I’ve been developing a story idea, and since it’s still in the brainstorming stages, I thought I would share the little snippets I’m playing with to figure out what I want the story to be since they don’t (shouldn’t) need context. The first snippet is my attempt to play with a voice and tone lackadaisically emulating an author i love, and I wrote this as prologue, even if it doesn’t end up being the beginning. Seems a fair place to start! It’s approximately 900 words and if you read, I hope you enjoy! So...

“Now that we’ve had our introductions, allow me to pour the tea,” the older man says.

Liquid amber streams into a porcelain cup. The cup is decorated in lavender petals, but when the younger man lifts it to his lips, he smells peppermint.

“What brings you to the area?” The older man asks. The teapot decorated in sprigs that matches the cup is set down, but it settles as softly as a brooding mother dove. The older man eases into his armchair and presses his fingertips together.

“Nothing in particular,” the younger man answers honestly.

He is too busy scanning the sitting room to sip his tea. Books with leather or cloth bindings fill the roasted chestnut shelves. Patches of olive-green wallpaper with intricate patterns of dragonflies spread across the few sections of the wall not hidden by shelves. A painted portrait of the older man hangs over a writing desk, and its golden frame glows in lamp light.

“Are you lost?” The portrait’s voice comes from the armchair.

“I might as well be.” The younger man’s gaze snaps towards a quirked brow over twinkling eyes. Clearing his throat, he adds, “I can’t stay long. I have to go back.”

“How can you be lost if you know where and when to be?”

“I’m not sure where and when I want to be,” he admits quietly. The amber tea swirls around the cup and he watches the ripples. “I thought I did. I thought I knew where I wanted to go. But I’m no longer sure this is it.”

“Then find a different destination,” the older man makes it sound as effortless as wings alighting on the wind.

“It’s too late.” The younger man shakes his head. “I’ve spent too long on this path, put in too much to just abandon it.”

“It’s never too late to change,” the older man says. “How’s the tea?”

The younger man remembers the cup in his hand and takes a sip. He is not fond of how peppermint cannot reconcile its sharp brightness with the earthiness that is signature of most teas. Still, he swallows and is grateful for the beverage.

“You’ve found the place that change happens the most easily,” the older man continues. “You might search for a new path here.”

“I have to go back.” The younger man shakes his head.

“You say that you have to but what do you want to do?” He pulls away from the puffing cushions in the armchair. While he hunches over his lap to reach for the assortment of pitchers and pots on the tea tray, his olive eyes search the younger man, reflecting gold in the light.

With a sigh, the younger man rubs his thumb along the rim of his teacup.

“I don’t know. To love, to live, to know it all matters. For it to have meaning.”

“And you can’t find all that in your current path?” The older man quirks a brow, challenging him.

“I’m trying,” the younger man says, a bit defensively.

“Of course.” The older man gestures towards a pot with a wooden dowel sticking out. “Perhaps you would like the tea if it were a little sweeter.”

Feeling as if he is expected to try it, the younger man directs honey into his cup with a comb-shaped wand. Once he leans back in his seat, his thumb lightly sticks to the porcelain.

“I just wish I could be free of it,” he admits. “Free of responsibilities, free of having to prove myself to others.”

“That is not so hard to accomplish here,” the older man says, gesturing towards the walls covered in books and dragonflies. “In fact, change comes easier than most can plan for.”

The younger man sips the tea, and though the honey has sweetened it, the peppermint is made more abrasive against the earthy warmth. He glances towards the cuckoo clock. The second hand measures the silence between them with a tick, tick, tick.

It is almost four.

“I should leave.” He uncrosses his legs, ready to stand. “Thank you for the tea and chat.”

“My pleasure,” the older man murmurs, and the younger man throws back the rest of his tea before placing the cup on its saucer with a clink.

He feels lightheaded when he stands. With a stretch, he tries to dispel the dizziness.

“Before you go, may I have your name?” the older man asks.

While the younger man tilts his head, gentle brown bangs shift over his eyes.

“Haven’t I given it already?” he asks, a bemused smile on his lips.

Tick.

“Just checking.” The older man grins as a cuckoo’s mechanical song marks the change in the hour.

Though the younger man has not taken a step forward or back, he suddenly lurches and grabs onto his chair. His heart flutters against his ribs, as if trying to fly to his throat. With furrowed brows, he whips his head back towards the older man who watches quietly. The younger man hyperventilates as his lungs constrict. He realizes, as his eyelids grow heavy, he has run out of time.

A sound as fragile as the cuckoo’s twittering escapes the younger man’s lips before he drops.

The older man’s bright voice is somehow abrasive against his warm tone.

“It was nice to meet you.”

[noxtivagus]

i want to. write

[llycaons]

man I’m so happy for the interview fans. I’m happy to be watching this excellent show. I’m glad so much was changed and it all works. I love when there are drastic improvements on original works and revamped (HA!) adaptations find and emphasize the good parts of the  story while confronting and handling the flaws. and when they still manage to be cohesive works on their own. delicious

[fumbles-mcstupid]

It’s not that I’m not a fan of Babylon 5, it’s more that I’m MORE of a fan of what the show could have been if it had not diverged from the way the story was being set up through Season 1. I’m a fan of what the path not taken was trying to be.