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hi guys please vote GemPearl 🥺
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#The deserters are iconic and I love them dearly and I will never forget that it all started with them but if GemPearl wins I will be so happ#gempearl#shiny duo#shinyduo#hermitshipping#Been cracking the fuck up about the gempearl hamber edit for so long. It's so true PEARL WOULD. PEARL WOULD#I hope I managed to get the comedy of it across in artistic form#I couldn't NOT try to illustrate it#again nothing against grianscar I love them so dearly. They ARE Iconic everyone knows this. But the dangerous up and coming doomed yuri#doomed yuri save me#if you vote the deserters I have absolutely nothing against you I understand and I approve#tubby art
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man i hate apple i feel like 99.9% of the misunderstanding around community labels could be solved by just having the default setting for mature-labelled content be "blur" instead of "hide" but the fucking app store policy on mature UGC is literally:
If your app includes user-generated content from a web-based service, it may display incidental mature “NSFW” content, provided that the content is hidden by default and only displayed when the user turns it on via your website.
and i'm certain they know, they know that the majority of people don't change settings for things. but they're apple and it's their app store, and the number of people using iOS is too high to ignore, and the only browser (currently) available on iOS is quite frankly the worst one still in common usage, so your options are:
shoot yourself in the foot financially by not having an iOS app (after having already shot yourself in the other foot by starting a social network in the first place)
comply with apple's decree and make your entire platform behave the way they want it to
sucks man.
#and then i look like a fucking pearl-clutcher going around and saying mature labels' best feature is hiding stuff from kids#when people are understandably annoyed that it hides stuff from people who do actually want to see it#but i can't just tell everyone to adjust their content settings because *the iOS app isn't allowed to have those settings*#LIKE. READ THE POLICY VERY CAREFULLY. IT SAYS WEBSITE. if you put the setting in the app they will reject it
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Ingo solving some historical mysteries
#hoof draws#submas#akari: i have to let everyone in the future know how much i hate this guy#ingo walking around the historical site that used to be pearl camp explaining various things is so funny#he points out another carving and goes 'this one says fuck volo!' and they're like ah.#did miss akari carve that one as well and ingo's like no lol i did that one
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#I’m only very rarely inclined to get this intimate w my thoughts so I might as well say it NOW butttt I will never not see the dead children#In everything I do#Like legit#I’ve read up on Hind so extensively and seen so many photos of her#And I have a very healthy relationship w the popular Palestinian journalists so she’s not my blorbo or anything#But hearing that memo destroyed me bc bisan is only 23 and she seemed so vivacious#Idk like I do normal people things I can’t just pause on my life#But idk how it feels like to sit at a boba place and enjoy my pearl milk tea w my friends#While the horrors over there don’t just lurk the back of my mind. I do normal things and I’m guilty for having the luxury#And as an Iraqi girl I’m living in the literal ideal timeline#Where my mom decided to immigrate to the us and that’s why I’m here living a normal life like everyone else#It’s like in a different world if I were born in a different time it could’ve so easily been me. I’m one of the Lucky Ones idk#It’s not survivor’s guilt bc it’s not like I had to survive anything like I never had the chance to live in Iraq or anything#But like. If some things had fallen just a little differently#And I keep thinking about how I’d feel if it were happening to Iraq and people behaved the way they’re doing to Palestinians#I’d be so mad#And some people on here are dealing w assholes while bursting at the seams w grief#For losing their loved ones#This is why I’m so fucking angry at anyone who’s complicit#This was a major tangent but basically I feel weird about doing normal things now while simultaneously knowing I can’t just sit and wallow#And watch life pass by as if it’ll do anything#Misery is not a home but I’m struggling to be 100% normal#And I think that this tonal dissonance is reflecting on my blog too bc I can’t go back to just#Posting about all the other normal things I used to. Like I want to but sometimes I feel off.#Is this anything. I haven’t slept all night#I can’t just allow myself to lose interest in everything I used to like and be and just fade away but maybe it’s about accepting that this#Will also always be a part of me now. It’s that awareness that shadows everything I do#or maybe I need a therapist it’s a toss up#I’ll probably feel better once I get my day started but this was cathartic to voice I think#p
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i’m just playing dress up at this point
#my art#wip#work in progress#wilbur soot#i HAVE TO put jewelry on him#everyone should wear more jewelry#i guess it's royal au?? kinda????#i'm having artblock again so it's just my brain cockroaches dancing cucaracha on the canvas#edit: i'm really thinking about giving him vivienne westwood pearl choker i'm gonna do it bc why the fuck not
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anyways i think the finale couldve be avoided if fwhip and jim just had sex or something
#i mean . sausage would still be fucked . but without pearl dying and with everyone else PRESENT im sure she couldve tamed the invasion#<- he just she/her'd mythicalsausage . ok#babbleeng#empires smp#suggestive#<- ???????
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Saying dl!pearl didnt do anything wrong as like a joke but the more I talk the more it becomes clear Im not joking
#posting this one yeag. So everyone knows my stance#bree barks so fucking loud#This probably isnt even a take on this blog tbh considering who all follows me but. yknow#need to start making amends for my past (> saying dl pearl and scott were equally in the wrong)
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always thinking about the narumitsu wedding. just.
- desiree delite plans it
- miles shyly asks gumshoe to be his best man a few months before. gumshoe bursts into tears and does not stop crying whenever he sees miles from then on. he cries even harder during the ceremony
- maya and larry duke it out to be nick’s best man. maya wins, so larry settles for being a made up title that he doesn’t know is made up, since he’s friends with both of them and kinda got them together in the first place
- ray shields walks miles down the aisle
- pearl is the flower girl, and when she reaches the end of the aisle, she rushes over to hug phoenix before taking her seat
- trucy is the ring bearer. she makes the rings magically disappear, but just as phoenix is freaking out, she pulls them from her pocket with a smirk
- the judge is in tears during the ceremony because he’s seen them both grow up so much since they began and he’s grateful he doesn’t have to deal with their blatant pining in the courtroom anymore
- franziska sits in the very front row, her whip out and ready ‘in case anyone wants to object to this foolish marriage’. nobody dares comment on the tears rolling down her cheeks
- apollo’s chords of steel officiate the wedding
- ema is so happy she’s crying, but to take attention off of herself she turns to klavier and whispers, ‘you’ll be next, glamour boy’ while she nods toward apollo. klavier turns bright red
- athena is the first to cheer when they kiss. simon has to hold her down
- at the reception, kay and sebastian give a toast to That Man™, while miles buries his face in his hands and phoenix laughs
- lotta hart takes pictures for them. she’s the one who catches the bouquet. for the rest of the night, she dances with larry, much to his surprise and delight
- at the end of the night, maya channels mia, who tells phoenix she’s very proud and happy for him. she does the same for miles with gregory, who cries upon seeing his son all dressed up and smiling
#ace attorney#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#narumitsu#wrightworth#should I tag everyone#eh fuck it#detective gumshoe#larry butz#maya fey#pearl fey#trucy wright#ema skye#apollo justice#athena cykes#aa judge#ray shields#desiree delite#sebastian debeste#kay faraday#simon blackquill#klavier gavin#lotta hart#franziska von karma#mia fey#gregory edgeworth#my post
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thankful that street urchin is a whole butch because too many people were prepared to 'simp for the hot biker guy' and then got upset that shes not their next hot fictional cis boyfriend
but it's still honestly upsetting that people drop their hype for street urchin the moment that they learn about her pronouns
#cookie run kingdom#street urchin cookie#raspberry cookie has to literally be the only 'butch' that this fandom can handle#YALL GOTTA STOP DOING THIS TO COOKIES#THE MOMENT THAT AN ANDROGYNOUS COOKIE DROPS EVERYONE ASSIGNS HE/HIM AND GET UPSET WHEN THE COOKIE IS BUTCH#IT HAPPENED TO ALOE COOKIE ALREADY#okay but seriously it's a real issue in this fandom where people only like the hyperfeminine cookies and hate nonfeminine girlies#it really fucking sucks#the lack of love for cookies that dont look like a pretty girl or beautiful woman#it feels like the only 'butch' people can handle is raspberry cookie and users were convinced that lord oyster was going to be a sapphic#yes. it was true that people wanted lord oyster to be a sapphic love interest for black pearl because they assumed he was like raspberry#aka 'knightly elegant woman' design#meanwhile everyone slapped cis male gender onto aloe cookie and then street urchin.... does this fandom hate stone butches or something ????#ok to reblog but dont try to make a fight out of it#looks like we need to make a meme
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Back on my Mu Qing shit with a Mu Qing x Goddess Reader fic! I haven't written anything in like a decade so hopefully this doesn't suck. Lol Part 1 of Stop Fucking With My Cat.
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Mu Qing sat in his office doing paperwork from his latest mission. It wasn't anything special, just some ghost fires that kept leading villagers astray in a small remote village, never to return. Normally he would've sent one of his deputies to handle the issue, but honestly he was so tired of the politics and endless stupidity of the other Heavenly Official's that he just needed to desperately get away from it all for a while. So he took the incredibly low ranking mission so he would have an excuse to go far away from this place and see some majestic sights that isolated places like that village always had. Of course Ling Wen was now up his ass wondering why such a low ranking mission took him a month and he was scrambling in his head for an even somewhat valid excuse. God's don't get vacations and he can't say that he got hurt and needed to rest. He would become the new laughing stock of the Heaven's if he got that injured by little ghost fires.
He let his hair down and massaged his scalp. Why does it even matter that he was gone a month? Nothing important had happened while he was gone, he was still reachable via the communication array if something had happened and no one had even noticed he was gone until he went to pick up his merits for completing the mission. He noted to himself to start having one of his deputies pick up his merits from now on, that was the only misstep he had taken on his unauthorized "vacation". He sighed and rolled his eyes before softly banging his head on his desk.
He laid there for while just staring into nothingness when the sound of the cat door rousted him. He looked over and saw his beloved black tom cat Echo enter the room. He instantly frowned. What the absolute fuck was he wearing!? Echo happily sauntered over to his owner and head butted his leg. Mu Qing picked him up and stared at him incredulously. Echo's nails were painted a bright pink and he wore, an albeit cute, collar made out of lotus flowers.
"Who did this to you?" Mu Qing questioned, as if Echo could tell him. Echo just slowly blinked at him and began to purr. Mu Qing rolled his eyes and removed the flower collar before hugging Echo to his chest to give him all of the pets. It was probably just one of his junior officers, however he would have to have a word with them over painting Echo's nails.
The next morning Mu Qing called all of his officials together for a meeting. "OK, I don't care who did it and I don't mind you ladies and gentlemen playing with Echo, but do not paint his nails or put anything else on him that may hurt him. Echo came to me last night with his nails painted pink. Nail polish is not acceptable to put on a cat and this is your only warning. If it happens again you will be subject to disciplinary actions. Am I understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" Came a chorus response.
"Good, you are all dismissed." Mu Qing strutted away, figuring that would be the end of the issue. It was dumb that he had to address it at all, but it seemed even in his own palace he couldn't escape the stupidity of others. At least that was the worst thing his palace got up to while he was gone. He sighed. Now it was time to head to a meeting of the upper court.
Mu Qing walked back to his palace with a pensive look on his face. He still hadn't come up with an excuse for being gone for a month and he had to avoid Ling Wen like the plague during the meeting. What could he possibly say? The villagers loved him so much that they wouldn't let him leave? That he got lost? That he ran into more trouble but didn't report it because he didn't think it was important? All terrible excuses. He was beginning to wish he had never went at all when loud mewing broke him out of his thought. Right there in front of the entrance to his palace was Echo throwing a fit, urging Mu Qing to hurry his ass up and come pet him already. Mu Qing's left eye twitched. This time his beloved cat was dressed up in a very feminine pink robe? Who the fuck puts clothes on a cat? Was his first thought, and why would they put girl clothes on a male cat? was his second. He walked over and picked up the mewling Echo, once again giving him an incredulouse look and asking "What are you wearing? Who did this to you?"
Mu Qing examined the outfit more closely. It HAD to have been one of his female officials, probably one that took care of his clothes. No man would dress a cat like this, and they had to have skill to sew such well fitting robes for a cat. He huffed and made his way to the laundry department with Echo in tow.
"Ladies, which one of you did this?" Mu Qing asked while holding out Echo for all to examine. Squeals sounded all around him.
"Aw, he looks so cute!"
"Little Echo thinks he's person, doesn't he!" The women fawned over Echo, but they all denied having any knowledge of who dressed him.
"He comes home with cute little outfits like this all of the time here lately!" One of the ladies told him. The lady smiled and squeezed Echo's paw. "You like these little outfits don't you Echo?"
"Mreow."
Mu Qing frowned. "You act like you're dying every time I try to brush you but you let some weirdo dress you up like a woman?" Echo and Mu Qing stared at each other until Mu Qing relinquished with a sigh. "Whatever, just spread the word that no one is allowed to dress my cat up like this. He is a cat, not a person, and certainly not a girl." He whipped around and accidentally almost hit one of the ladies with hair. He was going to take this stupid shit off, it was practically animal abuse.
The next evening Echo showed up wearing something strange again. Mu Qing was bathing when Echo walked his happy ass into the bathing room and sat down to stare at him. Mu Qing stared back. Upon Echo's neck was a beautiful pink pearl collar. Mu Qing furrowed his brows and frowned. This collar would take forever for any of his palace officials to afford and he strongly disapproved of them using their own money to buy HIS pet shit. Mu Qing reached his hands out of the tub towards Echo but he moved just out of reach and flicked his tail, as if to say don't touch me with your wet hands you are gross. Mu Qing rolled his eyes and leaned back into the tub. Whatever, I'll take it off later and try to find the owner tomorrow.
The next morning Mu Qing once again made an announcement to his palace. "Would the person who bought Echo a collar yesterday please come see me at your earliest convenience? You aren't in trouble." He tried to say as nice as possible. Really they weren't in trouble, but coming from poverty himself he just could not let others buy him or his pet expensive stuff like that when he has more than enough money to buy things like that himself. It was a flattering gesture, but doing good work for him was all he wanted. He looked out at the crowd with what he hoped was a friendly face but he didn't see any obvious suspects. Most either looked bored or looked around in confusion. That was alright. He had a long day of studying medical scrolls ahead of him, so he would be at the palace whenever whoever decided to step forward. He retreated to his private study, forcing Echo to keep him company so he wouldn't get anymore weird things put on him. Thus he sat there late into the night, with the only interruptions being Echo occasionally demanding attention and servants bringing him his meals. It wasn't until the dark night sky started to lighten that Mu Qing decided to call it a night. Apparently whoever was responsible wasn't in his palace after all. He trusted that they would've revealed themselves by now if they were. He neatly stacked away his scrolls and left for his room. He didn't want to wake Echo who was peacefully napping on his cat tree so he left the study door and his bedroom door cracked so Echo could join him whenever he felt like. He changed into his most comfortable pajamas and threw himself onto his bed, glaring up at his ceiling. It was one thing if it was someone from his own palace who kept on playing dress up with Echo but now he was sure that it was someone outside of his palace and that kind of pissed him off. Everyone knew that Echo was HIS cat, who would dare fuck with him like this? Probably that dumb Shi Qingxuan, he was always trying to get everyone to dress like a girl and knowing him he probably gave up trying to convince the other Heavenly Official's and decided to force his will upon whatever lesser creature he came across. Plus he was very generous with his merits, he probably would spend it on girly outfits for a cat. Mu Qing put both of his hands to his face and pulled them downwards to his chest. He couldn't be rude to Lord Wind Master, but he wanted it to stop. This had apparently been going on for over a month and now all of the other Heavenly Official's probably thought that he was a weird cat guy, which might be true but he still didn't want them to think that.
The next morning Mu Qing rose and got dressed early. He wasn't really sure when the Wind Master started his day but he was sure that his brother would be up this early at least. He grabbed the pink pearl collar and made his way to the Palace of Wind and Water, mulling over what he was going to say. An average looking lady in simple blue robes greeted him upon his arrival. "General Xuan Zhen, what a welcome surprise!" She greeted as she welcomed him in. "What does the Palace of Wind and Water owe this honor to?"
"I'm just here to speak with Lord Wind Master, if you could fetch him for me when he is available."
"Of course!" The servant set him up with snacks and a drink before disappearing off to find her master. Mu Qing took this time to look at his surroundings. Plainly put it was tacky. Pink and flowers covered everything, including the tea he was drinking. It was a nice looking porcelain tea cup, painted white with pink petals floating through the wind. Inside the tea was pink with red flower petals of some kind floating on top. It was a light, sweet drink. He kind of wished it was a simple strong black tea, but he did arrive without notice and he did say just bring him whatever, so here he was feeling like he was getting ready to have a tea party with a princess. Soon enough the Wind Master arrived with the Earth Master in tow, both in their female forms.
"Hi General Xuan Zhen!" The Wind Master waved at him cutely and gave him a big smile before sitting down across from him at the table. The Earth Master tried to sneak out of the room but the Wind Master wasn't having it. She jumped up and grabbed the Earth Earth Master by the waist and made her sit beside her at the table. "Ming Yi don't be unfriendly, say hi to General Xuan Zhen!"
Ming Yi turned her head away. "Why? He's your guest, not mine." After a bit more prodding from Shi Qingxuan Ming Yi finally gave Mu Qing something of a greeting. Mu Qing gritted his teeth but otherwise let it go.
"Sorry to bother you two so early in the morning. Was I interrupting something between you and Lord Earth Master? I can come back later if that is more convenient."
"You are no bother at all!" Shi Qingxuan beamed and started talking to Mu Qing as if they were friends even though they had probably never said more than a few sentences to each other the entire time he had been in heaven. "But anyways what brings you here today? I hardly ever get to see you!" She grinned widely.
"Well I came to return this." Mu Qing began awkwardly as he pulled the pink pearl collar out of his robes and handed it to Shi Qingxuan. "I'm afraid Echo is too much of a shithead to be worthy of such beautiful and generous gifts. I really appreciate the thought though!" Shi Qingxuan grabbed the collar but tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"This is the most beautiful collar I have ever seen! But I'm afraid it's not mine. I mean I didn't get it for Echo. Did you Ming Yi?" Shi Qingxuan turned to ask her with wide, innocent eyes. Mu Qing also turned to the Earth Master giving her kind of a weird look. He didn't think that the Earth Master was behind this, but who knew since he was the only Heavenly Official that would play dress up with the Wind Master.
Ming Yi gave them both an icy stare before speaking. "Why would I buy a cat something like that? If I was to gift General Xuan Zhen's cat anything it would be leftover fish bones or something that it would actually like, not prized jewels."
Mu Qing cleared his throat awkwardly. "Ah, my bad. I had assumed that only Lord Wind Master would have such good taste to purchase this. I really can't accept this gift though, do you have any idea who it may have belonged to?" The women both shrugged.
"Why don't you just keep it? Whoever got it obviously wanted Echo to have it and I think it would look really good with Echo's sunset outfit!" Shi Qingxuan offered. Mu Qing gave Shi Qingxuan a hard look. Sunset outfit? "You know, the one you put on him a couple of weeks ago? Everyone loved it. He looked so cute!" Shi Qingxuan squealed.
Mu Qing gaped. "I did not dress him up in anything! It's animal abuse to dress up a MALE cat in cutsey outfits!" Shi Qingxuan shrinked back a bit. Mu Qing mentally kicked himself. He was supposed to be nice right now. He hoped that he hadn't offended Lord Wind Master.
Ming Yi interjected. "He's a cat. If he didn't want to wear cutesy outfits no one would be able to force him to. It's not like anyone is hurting him."
Mu Qing gave Ming Yi an incredulous look. "So it was you?"
"No, but I don't see what the big deal is. Why do you care about this so much that you would come all the way over here just to accuse us of dressing up your stupid cat? If you don't like it then just stop letting him outside."
"My cat should be able to play outside without anyone fucking with him!" Shi Qingxuan shrunk farther back as their argument escalated. Before it came to punches being thrown she suddenly shoved the pink pearl collar back into Mu Qing's hands.
"Here's this collar back. I'm sorry that we couldn't be of more help but I promise that it wasn't either of us. It was probably one of the other female officials, maybe ask around in the communication array?" Before he knew it Mu Qing had been gently escorted to the door by Shi Qingxuan. "It was so nice getting to chat with you again General Xuan Zhen but I forgot that we are really busy today! We need to do our laundry and it's going to take forever. I'll talk to you later, ok!?" Shi Qingxuan smiled apologetically at Mu Qing before closing the door in his face. He stood there for a few seconds with an unamused look on his face. If she wanted him to leave she could've just said so.
#mu qing x reader stop fucking with my cat#mu qing#mu qing x reader#are pink pearls a real thing? fuck if i know#mxtx tgcf#heaven official's blessing#mu qing might be out of character? not sure#maybe everyone is out of character#i feel like mu qing is generally pretty nice to the person in his palace but struggles to be nice to anyone else#because he isn't used to them
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human pearl
#splatoon#pearl#off the hook#pearl posting a shirtless selfie w that gabbie hannah caption:#reminder that i could fuck both your parents and everyone you love but choose not to :)
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"D'you think she cares?" His voice came across as a little worse for wear than it oughta. Death usually restored the body to peak order aside from a few scars, but here Martyn's throat was, scratchy and harder to parse than he woulda liked.
"What?" Came the reply. Scott shook his hand out, dirt particulates separating from his fingers as he did.
"Cleo, I mean. Obviously." Martyn laughed, leaning back against Scott's pretty little house, hand waving in a mockery of one of Scott's common gestures.
"Why would I know what Cleo thinks of you? We aren't teammates this go around." Scott turns back to his work, but it's still obvious how the previous victor felt about this game by how his voice catches at 'go around'.
Martyn winces, but he shakes it off within milliseconds. "You two are always allies! There hasn't been a go when you two haven't been conspiring. I'm asking because--"
"Martyn." Scott's voice was sharper than he meant, and it softens as he continues. "For one, I won't ask how you know more about mine and Cleo's relationship than either of us have told you. You and Grian get so clammy about that nonsense. For two, she hasn't mentioned you."
Martyn doesn't flinch, but Scott can tell that hurt him. Scott lived with him for a while, he knows. Martyn thinks himself infinitely cool and collected, but he isn't. He never has been and Scott's pretty sure he never will be. The blonde coughs. "Cool."
"Cool?" Scott laughs, looking up. Arcing underneath his hair from his right temple under his hair and around his throat is a lightning scar, and it glows slightly at the middle of his throat in a cool cyan. It aches. Martyn knows it aches, especially when Scott laughs. "Martyn, you were soulbound two goes ago. I know she's cool and all, but what's your hangup? Are you this hung up on Ren? Me?"
"What! Scott, you're having a giraffe. I don't get hung up on people."
There is a poignant silence. Martyn shifts uncomfortably. Scott rolls his eyes and returns to his work.
"Scott, I just wanna know how she is. If she ever thinks about me. I don't--I try not to think about it. The past, I mean. But it just... I may die but the soul lives on. Bones are buried but the soul is still here and it still feels that little string, y'know? We had the same soul, for a while. The same beating heart." Martyn finally moves from his ramrod straight stance, squatting beside Scott, a gloved hand extended.
The palm is cold. Ice fucking cold. The diamond shaped mark seems to give his flesh freezerburn as he nears the scar to any other living being. Any that are around, anyway. Martyn is cagey about it--Scott wasn't being mean. He has four of those diamonds across his body, though he supposes he's lucky that they're all... eh, relatively easy to hide. The one on his cheek, the back of his neck, and right over his heart were harder to conceal, though. That, and the massive ragged timepiece seemingly slashed across his back. The scar that never healed. The reminder to keep his ears open. To listen. To betray when it suits him. That one still pulses red, sore and obvious.
Scott doesn't know that a diamond burns for him as Martyn nears him. He doesn't know that it gets a little harder to breathe as the scalding diamond on the back of his neck makes itself very known. Bound, again and again, had he always found himself following after another? Hitching his soul into pieces again and again? Where would a diamond appear this time, for Jimmy? Where else would the cracks spread? Scott flicks his nose.
"You're absolutely doing that thing again where you just stare at me and look pensive. Fine, you want to know so bad what I think they think? Fine, if it'll get you to either go away or help me plant." Scott finally stands up fully and stretches his back out, then his arms high above his head. He reaches over to grasp Martyn's upper arm. "Cleo is a complicated person. They do care. They also don't. You aren't the center of her universe and that is fine. For both of you. Worrying about what they think won't make you less afraid of what comes next. Holding onto us--me, Cleo, the Ahaliance, Ren, that won't give you the peace you're looking for. You and Grian hold on tighter to the past than the rest of us. Let us go, Martyn, and let what joy you can have now happen."
The diamond hurts like hell. Like Martyn has slammed back into a pool of lava and it is eating him alive. It feels like dying when Scott holds his arm. He doesn't react. Scott doesn't know everything. "Alright, alright, I don't need an intervention here, mate! I'm genuinely just trying to see if she's mad at me, and you're talking different breeds and stronger memories. Bah. Maybe you're holding on to Cleo."
"Am I, then?" Scott snorts, and thankfully releases Martyn's arm. The burning subsides, somewhat.
"I think you are, honestly. I look away and suddenly you're gaslighting and gatekeeping and girlbossing! What about my gaslighting?" Martyn holds a hand to his chest as he fakes haughtiness.
"You're a bad liar, Littlewood." Scott kneels back in the dirt. "Now help me plant before you go back to our canary."
Martyn snorts, this time. "Our canary. Yeah, Scott, only me and Grian hold on." He does listen, though, and helps cover wheat seeds with dirt. As his right hand connects with the soil, it aches like a red winter, cold and bloody. He misses Ren. He misses Cleo, and Pearl, and Mumbo and everyone. He feels like there's a world where they could have been happy together, where they played games and laughed around Christmastime. As he looks at Scott, he wonders...
"Do you know what Christmas is?" His voice is more hesitant than he means for it to be.
"No, why?" Scott replies, shoving half a tuber deep into the earth.
"No reason. Just an old story." Then, that was the difference. He and Grian knew there was something beyond. No one else remembers what life extant a Watcher's game is like. He raises his head to watch the darkening horizon. Scott boxes his ear with a smile, and he shrugs. At least they have tonight to pretend like She wasn't watching. Like they were friends planting a field.
#dont ask me what this is. i dont know. anyway have some headcanons abt both martyn and the victors in gen#each victor gets a scar based on what killed them post everyone else dying <3 pearl has burn scars#grian has a fuck ton of scars from where bone moght have pierced skin when his bones Bropke#very gnarly#martyn and grian both have extra scars though from Things.#bigb and ren also have extra scars because i like them#most folks lose all scars they didnt have session 1 of season 1! ie scars scars were there originally so they stay and arent weird#n every time someone dies they also get a scar from that death that go away next season#soulbonds each get the same scars etc etc#inthelittlewood#i guess?#scott smajor#secret life smp spoilers#secret life smp#trafficblr#traffic smp
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Seeking Requested Sojourn~
[Little Gods and Passing Beasts AU, aka roleswapped rain world ;; more under the cut]
iterator spearmaster!! funky kind guy thatse just a mite bit messed up (mentally and physically).
as the initials imply, mysts the Seven Red Suns equivalent! myst was the one to tell the sunburn local group about the triple affirmative fiasco, and was the one who created the Inquirer to help out and repair (as much as possible anyway) Explosive Redamancy after she fell.
Sojourn was one of the first iterators built, made more to assist mysts citizens more than solve the great problem. meir citizens have always been the curious sort, researching and experimenting - even on their own bodies. its natural then that the next step would be experimenting on their beloved iterator, refining processes and modifying systems to be better better better.
they never really asked Sojourn if that was what myst wanted. its not like Sojourn could really complain though, even if meir processes didnt get upgrades those were meir parents after all.
the ancients ascended in the middle of experimenting with Sojourns puppet. meir region has the highest concentration of echos thus far. it doesnt change the fact that meir chest is permanently ripped open.
Sojourn is the oldest in the Sunburn Local Group, and thus also has the highest level of seniority privilege. despite meir cool demeanour, wisdom, and snark, mysts also kind of a recluse - having good relations with the others but not particularly close to anyone. myst likes to encourage others curiosity and experiments, often giving data unprompted if myst thinks itll help. sometimes myst will disappear for cycles at a time only to dump a bunch of research on someone who mentions experiments or research of their own in passing only to disappear again.
it would be meir fault then wouldnt it? that Rushing Streams kept researching researching researching and not stopping until ER fell? myst encouraged her, almost relentlessly. myst was even the one to bring up the topic of doing his own research to RS. could it all have been prevented? or was it always inevitable.
#gamble the queue#art#my art#artists on tumblr#drawing#fan art#fanart#rain world#rain world iterator#iterator Seeking Requested Sojourn#rain world roleswap#Little Gods and Passing Beasts AU#rw LGaPB au#rw spearmaster#sojourn is definately more than a little fucked up cause of everything but thatse alright everyone loves meir anyways#also yeah the open chest thing is mostly cause of the 'pebbles ripped a pearl out of spearmasters chest' thing
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the closest ill ever get to being a pick me girl is the joy that fills me when the chefs at work so clearly favouritise me. like im there nicely cleaned up in my smart-casual uniform just a 20 year old waitress smiling my customer service smile and behind me spawns Scary Dog Privilege 10x in the form of several burly middle-aged chefs at least three of which have criminal records and would all stick a bread knife in someone for bothering me
#like it's really funny bc i worked HARD with back of house bc i knew my job would be significantly easier if they liked me#(it speeds your orders through. you can ask for things without being told to fuck off during a rush. they'll get you food on shift etc)#and also there's a stereotype especially in fancier places where floor staff look down on kitchen staff and i think that's shitty#so i was always going to be try with them and be nice but ALSO when i first started my job it was in a peak era so while these days#we're struggling a lot and have had to employ a lot of college kids that dont know what they're doing#when i joined it was all private school girls that would swan about the place very snootily. so the divide between front and back of hosue#was INTENSE when i joined. and there i was a little state school girlie and the chefs immediately recognised that#and took me under their wing. so even though the class angle doesnt exist so much anymore and theres majority state schoolers#im still very much in with the chefs in a way not many of the other floor staff are. and there's also the fact im not scared of them#like chefs ARE rude and a lot of them DONT like or even respect floor staff but i will GLADLY tell them to fuck off if i think it necessary#and that's a language they understand like ironically there's one chef that doesnt get on with ANY of the waitresses#(i talked about him on another post he's the soup one) but he likes me bc when he tried that rude dismissive act i told him to shove it#and now the other waitresses literally SEND ME TO TALK TO HIM when they have questions/want something bc they know he'll listen to me#and me and the head chef are besties and the one kp will talk OVER THE OTHER WAITRESSES' heads and completely blank them#so she can talk to me and it's all just really funny bc the kitchen staff LOVE me and that's not even me being arrogant#it's like a known thing at work that they love me and im just. a 20 year old 5'2 waitress with my little pearl necklace and blouse#and some tattooed ginger mohawked 6ft chef is there getting angry for me when i come in complaining about a table#or the kp that is literally on probation will give me a sticky toffee pudding and tell everyone to leave me the fuck alone LMAO#hella slaves to capitalism
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outlining is going great
#this literally sounds so..crack#but i hope everyone knows that this is exactly what happens#feenie kills a bunch of people in his fucking pink sweater#technicallyyy it’s kind of an alternate timeline though? so technically it doesn’t really happen#but still#also this is very much an AU in case you couldn’t tell LOL#flipflipping back and forth between chapters rn#which means i’m alternating writing this crazy angsty paranormal killing spree#and also miego lowkey adopting pearl#tldr: i’m having a great time#this fic does not have a title yet so i guess i’ll just tag it#paranormasight au#nemali speaks
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And today's "deeply distracting au while i wait for my wrist to calm down from attempting to write for too long" iiiiiiiiiis Subnautica! an inevitability for every fandom i'm in after a certain point tbh i just LOVE Subnautica... would love to actually play it myself one day when i have a better computer
ANYWAYS I'm spicing it up this time by mashing both games together and also really mixing up the hermits.
The premise is that the Hermatrix Convoy (HC), a trio of spaceships that travels together in a group as a defense measure against outside dangers, is on its journey. When they have to reroute to slingshot 4546-B, they don't think it's going to be a problem. Knowing the planet is uninhabited and that no other ships are nearby, they all go for the slingshot at the same time, separated by mere seconds.
The gun, of course, gets them all.
Hermatrix-1 crashes in a shallow part of the flooded surface in the subtropics (the setting of the first game) and completely loses the ship, though a dozen survive. Hermatrix-2 crashes in the arctic (Subnautica: Below Zero); their ship remains habitable for survival, but barely, and eight survive.
Hermatrix-3, the smallest of the convoy, manages to switch to planetside navigation and mitigates the damage from the crash. If they want to get off-planet, they'll need some serious repairs, but in the meantime they can still move through the water like a particularly clumsy and slow submarine. The problem is figuring out where they are besides "deep, deep underwater," and what exactly the giant lifeforms the scanner insists are out there are...
Of course, there's groups within each ship as well. The friend groups of HC's staff and passengers does not necessarily correlate to ship assignment, which only adds to the stress of crashing on a supposedly-safe planet's anti-spacecraft gun.
Hermatrix-1's survivors: BDubs (architect, passenger), Zedaph (theoretical physicist), Pearl (janitor), Beef (psychologist), False (metallurgist, passenger), Etho (navigator), Scar (actor, passenger), Hypno (gov't agent, passenger), Iskall (athlete, passenger), xB (xenohistorian, passenger), Jevin (communicator specialist), Keralis (doctor)
Hermatrix-2's survivors: Ren (captain), Xisuma (cybersec specialist), Gem (ambassador, passenger), Impulse (chemist, passenger), Wels (bodyguard, passenger), Joe (teacher, passenger), Cub (CEO, pasenger), Grian (shipwright)
Hermatrix-3's survivors: Doc (spacecraft engineer), Mumbo (architect, passenger), Stress (pharmacologist), Tango (mechanical engineer, passenger), Cleo (acting captain)
If it doesn't clarify them as a passenger, then they are a member of the ship's crew. Loosely based on s9 roles, if that wasn't clear - though some of these are definitely going to change because I don't know some of these Hermits well enough yet.
#about the author#hermnautica#me: i need to take a break from writing#me: writes out this instead#there's sooooooo much more already like. there's a gem and wels subplot for lore and bodyguard reasons#there's a whole thing with cleo's armor stand abilities vs the ghost leviathans#the effect of kharaa on everyone of course#scar pretending to be his next superhero role to Cope with it#each ship has its own sort of separate goal to contribute to the overall goal of Fucking Leave#h-1 is dismantle the gun#h-2 is find a cure for kharaa (FROZEN LEVIATHAN TIME)#and h-3 is navigate to an island so we can take off#would probably limit it to maybe six pov's? two per group#pearl and false for h-1#xisuma and gem for h-2#tango and cleo for h-3#that's what my instinct says at least. we'd see if that stayed true#ALSO there's a whole thing with h-1's survivors. they all start off scattered in life pods :3 :3#as a little nod to both the subnautica lore discovery system and the scattered au on here#anyways hi please ask me questions about this. or any au i've listed before. i think i'm up to 11 now? of the ones i've posted abt at least
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