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A mini comic on how the brasilians in Life is like the ocean, it goes up and down by @tastytoastz got Richas. Inspired by this post/meme and these tags:
#qsmp#qsmp au#LCDoodles#in making this I realized that in my character art I gave Richas two legs and no prothestic#I was so focused on the cow boots that I forgot to chop off his leg#But I realized it here XD so thats why he only has one leg cause I imagine he didn't have a prosthetic before getting adopted#He was using some crude crutches and just causing chaos on the street or wherever then Felps just scooped him up and brought him home#Also this is my first comic thing so it's not great but I tried :')
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I woke up from a nap and found out one of the foundational pillars of my youth shut down. Damn.
Rooster Teeth was my lifeblood as a teen, and I’ve been a fan from the first time I saw Tex vs RnB’s. RWBY is what made me starting writing. I remembered the exact time I started actually writing down my ideas, Feb 2, 2015 at 3:52 pm after confirmation study, a day after I learned Monty passed. It was a RWBY OC fic that I stopped after I remembered their words to stop focusing on other people’s work and work on your own to build your own brand. I still have it- the writing is meh though -and my first drawings were RWBY characters like the ones below. I owe my artistic creation to that. Maybe I'll post that first fic one day too.
That gave me the time to build up a portfolio of original writing that I will soon be publishing online for myself. It inspired me and still does to this day as I enjoy RWBY and hope it will be finished.
I still listen to Gold, the music from RWBY just inspires such a sense of love from me. It can make me well with tears- which is not something easy do. I was apart of the RWBY WIKI! Back when we called Yang Yellow, and speculated White would be a cold high lady type and not girlfail. The Speculation House was my house. It was the first time I posted anything on the internet.
AND I CALLED IT BACK IN 2013- I CALLED SALEM AND OZPIN- ONE MAN WITH MULTIPLE SOULS A WOMEN WITH NONE!!! I CALLED IT AND EVEN HAD A POST I MEANT TO MAKE BUT I WAS TOO SCARED!!! SIX YEARS AHEAD!!!!!!
Anyway I was a superfan like from 2013-16 I lived and breathed the company, I watched every video, every channel, every podcast, I lived and breathed it. From Cow Chop, Sugar Pine, Funhaus, Gamefails etc. Achievement Hunter was why I came home from school to watch videos. I remember why RTX was a fandom wide event, and every single panel had mind-blowing information about something I loved. I was there for the first GTA V gameplay, and the first video on Let's Play. I have such a distinct memory of sitting down one Friday after school with a bowl of chef boyardee on a cheap white desk covered by a blue rag and chipped dark blue bowl, looking up at the ps3 3d wall-mounted tv, and watching the first Capture the Tower in Minecraft with such glee. It was my childhood.
I followed the King AU fan comic series on here and the FAKE AH crew AU. I was that heavy into it.
I READ A FEW REAL PEOPLE FICS. I was that deep. I've never done that for anyone else even in my deepest fandom days.
I remember being so excited when them and Yogscast paired up, they being another pillar and like them I am still a fan. Those TTT episodes are something special to me.
Like any company it had its flaws, and I remember every single controversy. Every. Single. One. God. I've diminished to someone who just keeps up with podcasts like F**ckFace and Red Web but I still called myself a fan. It was a foundation for me and a stabilizing influence when I was younger. I sincerely hope that the talented people there get help for this.
It only inspires my hatred of Warner Brothers more.
It actually does feel like a chapter has closed and I don't know how to feel about that.
Anyway here's Gold for your heart.
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#rooster teeth#rooster teeth shutdown#achievement hunter#RWBY#RWBY art#misc.stuff#lets play#rt#Funhaus#Cow Chop#fandom#Youtube
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I have never drawn Bubba before but here’s my little thingy of him as a cow boy. He’s the sawyer family’s prized cow and has won almost every fair competition, except for the the state fair because he keeps tying with the Hewitt family’s prized cow Thomas.
Drayton is harsh on him but he gets rewarded heavily when he wins. He’s been in these competitions since he was young and was practically bred for them and he does genuinely enjoy them (even if he hates the poking and prodding parts) and loves making his family proud when he wins. He has no ill will against the Hewitt family and likes being near Thomas pre-competition (even if Drayton yells at him to stop fraternizing with the competition).
When he’s not in competition he enjoys helping his family on their land.
Nubbins is in charge of taking photos of Bubba for the judges to judge for pre-competition and Chop Top is in charge of brushing his hair and making him look good.
#texas chainsaw massacre#the texas chainsaw massacre#tcm 1974#tcm#bubba sawyer#leatherface#slashers#slasher fanart#cow boy#drayton sawyer#tcm drayton#thomas hewitt#tcm nubbins#nubbins sawyer#chop top sawyer#digital art#ipad art
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#artists on tumblr#pyrography#woodburning#woodwork#woodworking#handmade#etsyseller#etsyshop#tiktok#traditional art#chopping board#highland cow#tiger#cats#weedlife#girls who smoke weed
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Happy Birthday to one of my favorite youtubers, ImmortalHD! I did two quick drawings to celebrate! ❤
#immortalhd#happy birthday Aleks#aleks marchant#alekshd#the creature hub#cow chop#art#drawing#fanart#artwork#marker art#color pencil art#artist#artists on tumblr
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LBFD Deleted Scene
Sometimes, even if you plan all 26ish chapters of a fic out, it doesn't stay to plan. I've made small adjustments- adding and combining chapters here and there, but this coming area needed chop up. Luckily @mokulule, my ever darling beta, was willing to help me talk through it.
Unluckily, two chapters have turned into four. But I might be able to cut a later chapter out now. And it will have better pacing and a bigger impact in the long run and more angst in the short run.
I did also lose some 340 words of a scene I had written months ago. It would have needed change no matter what, but now it wont be used at all now, so have the little deleted scene here below the cut!
cw: momentarily assumed domestic abuse- but to be clear that is not what's happened at all. Just halfas being betta fish.
“Danny?” Cleo asked. She was looking at him with big, worried eyes. Some of the others were clustered around them. Danny didn’t know what do with the concern.
“Um, yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
Danny frowned, confused. “Yeah?”
“It’s just that, um, your make-up? It wore off? And you’ve got this bruise…,” she said softly, gesturing at her own jaw to indicate where it was.
“Oh,” Danny said, laughing, “Guess I rubbed at it. I’m fine. Jason just has a mean right hook.”
“Jason?”
“My boyfriend.”
Danny winced as several people spoke at once. “Boyfriend?” “What?!” “He hit you?” “Oh my God—”
Danny cowed at the reaction. He rubbed at the back of the neck as he explained, sheepishly, “Okay, so in hindsight that sounded bad. We go to the same gym! We do MMA together. We were sparing and I swerved when I should of ducked and he got me good yesterday, but I’m fine, really.”
Cleo frowned at him, but Danny thought maybe she was cautiously listening. “MMA?”
“Mixed martial arts,” Danny explained with a little shrug. “It’s sort an anything goes fighting style. Sparing is one of the things we bonded over.”
It was close enough to the truth. And they did fight at the gym officially these days.
“There is no way you do MMA,” José said incredulously.
“Forget that, I want to go back to the boyfriend bit,” Cloe said. At least his story had convinced her.
“My guys, my dudes, non gendered beings, I am hurt and wounded that you don’t think I could fight or get a boyfriend,” Danny said, placing his hand on his heart dramatically.
“Oh, no, I believe the boyfriend part,” Fara said. “You’re a total twink even if you’re a huge nerd.”
“Nerd I’ll own,” Danny said with finger guns and a grin. “But seriously, I’ve been doing martial arts since I was a kid. I’m pretty decent at it. The gym even has some videos up on their social if you need proof, I should be in a recent one.”
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the stories we tell, the truths untold
hey guys what if Evo was a campfire story and what if Etho was being watched?
this is part of a concept @pebbltree and i have had for well over a month now involving etho and the universe and we're really excited to share more!
art for this fic by pebbl!
Words: 5735
CW: Watchers, mild horror (no gore or blood or anything!)
Read on AO3!
for @shepscapades. you inspired us with dbhc, so we wanted to gift you the entire au. our ultimate revenge, if you will<3
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“Hey, Pause, if you’ll get wood for a fire, I’ll set up the tents?” Beef drops his bag unceremoniously on the forest floor. After a day of gathering supplies, they’re all exhausted in this new world, and with the sun steadily traveling towards the horizon, Pause had suggested they settle for the night, instead of fighting through it. Little supplies and no armor certainly didn’t lend itself to quick traveling, especially with the complete lack of villages so far.
Pause cranes his head up to look up incredulously from where his hands are braced against his knees, breathing heavily. “Beef, we don’t have tents! What do you mean?”
“Oh… c'mon man, it’s about the principle. I can go kill a rabbit?” Beef shrugs, then winces. “Man, walking all day… ain’t no joke.”
“The principle?” Etho has to stop where he’s sorting their few supplies just to laugh.
“Yeah, Etho, the principle!” Beef starts picking up rocks around the area, placing them in a circle for a campfire.
“Principle of what? Pretending we have tents?” Etho sounds incredulous, holding back a snort. Only Beef.
“You know they called me that in–nevermind.” Beef cuts off his own joke as both Etho and Pause break into laughter. “That doesn’t work–but it’s not my fault we don’t have any!”
“Then why would you offer–okay. Principle it is.” Shaking his head, Pause straightens up, pulling the already worn stone axe from his back. “I’ll chop the wood, but only cause I’ve got the only axe right now. You fellas better help out.”
“Yeah, yeah, get chopping, wood boy.” Beef retorts.
Etho just rolls his eyes. He leans back on his knees to sit on his haunches, resting his hands on his legs for a moment. They’re dirty, covered in mud, soil, and scratches from the day so far. Later, he’ll clean them off in the river he can hear nearby, maybe even wrap them to protect the scratches, but for now he wipes his forehead off with his sleeve, glancing up through the trees. Sunlight filters through them, although shadows around their clearing are quickly growing as the night approaches. There’s a tiny breeze filtering through the woods, sending the branches into a gentle dance that Etho has always enjoyed seeing. The rustles in the foliage beyond seems to promise food and life, although he can’t see any cows or sheep yet, which is unfortunate. They’ll have to make do with the thin sleeping pallets for the night. Inhaling deeply, Etho can’t help but love how clean and new the air itself feels–it’s the fresh air of a world just freshly created by the universe, and Etho always feels slightly awed every time.
After all, the universe loves him. His lips curl into a smile under his mask for a moment, and then he’s brought back to reality, where Beef seems to have stubbed his toe on one of the rocks he’d just placed.
“Crap!”
“You good?” Etho asks, trying to sort through his belongings again. Had he always had two wooden pickaxes? Why did he have two wooden pickaxes?
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Beef grumbles somewhere behind him.
A few beats of silence, then–“Sun’s already setting… I can’t believe this.” A dull thunk of the axe hitting wood sounds, then another, and another as Pause sinks his axe into one of the smaller trees, until it finally crashes to the ground, crushing a couple bushes below. “Got us some wood!”
Etho glances up from counting how much wheat he has. “Pause… that’s how day works. Sun rises, sun goes down...moon comes up… moon goes down…”
“I know! But it just seems fast!” Pause says, quick to rise to Etho’s banter. He grunts as he heaves the axe down on the fallen tree, before dragging them over to the circle of stones.
“...okay. How’s the campfire going?” Beef asks, cutting both of them off. Etho twists to look at him–he’s sitting on the forest floor, glaring down at his foot as if he’d done more to it than simply whacking it on a rock.
“I’ve got some wood. I’ll get it started,” Pause stops for a moment, glancing down to Beef with exasperation and amusement. “You good?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Beef says with a tone that says the exact opposite, before whipping his head to look at Etho. “Etho, what are you doing? We’re working hard, you’re just–sitting there!”
“I’m supervising,” Etho corrects. “and you’re just sitting too!”
“...wh–no, go help start the fire!” Beef waves Etho towards Pause, and Etho rolls his eyes before scooching over to help pile sticks on. There’s dirt caked into his pants, and twigs digging into his knees, but it was easier than standing fully to take the few full steps over. With the sticks and logs in the pit, he leans back, letting Pause do the actual lighting since he has the only flint between the three of them.
For a moment, there’s silence, until the cracking of fire fills the air, and Etho sneezes at the smoke immediately blowing to his face. Beef clambers back to his feet with the air of a mortally wounded soldier, grumbling under his breath about smoke in his eyes.
“Beefers, can you bring over the pork?” Pause asks.
“Yeah, I got it,” Beef replies. Etho ducks instinctually, and sure enough, meat soars through the air a second later towards Pause, who catches it without missing a beat.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem!”
And so their dinner is cooked quickly, while Etho and Beef set up torches around their area in the hopes mobs won’t dare to come near in the night. It’s an easy routine for them–Pause always cooks, Etho sets traps for more food, and Beef sets up tents… except they don’t have tents this time. Or traps, for that matter. Not yet.
For now, pallets are laid out, and while Pause is turning the meat over, Beef rolls three logs into a triangle around the fire for them to sit on. All three of them eat unceremoniously and quickly–they haven’t had a good meal since arriving, after all. As the sun turns to brilliant pinks and oranges, Etho wipes his fingers on his pants and glances over at his bag. His fiddle is wrapped in there, and he’d love to play it, but something holds him back, this time. Beef raises his eyebrows at him, a silent request, but Etho shakes his head.
“I shouldn’t… don’t wanna make the cuts worse on my hands.”
Beef nods in understanding. “I have an idea for what we could do instead..”
By now, the sun has set fully, but the world hasn’t completely darkened. Etho can just make out the leaves of the bushes drenched in deepening shadows, and the fireflies have just started to flicker into existence. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls. Glancing up at the sky, Etho watches the final streaks of pink fade, replaced by the first of thousands of stars. As always, he smiles up at it–he knows what that star is. Home. The stars smile back as they twinkle into existence, as if greeting a friend. After a moment he tears his eyes away from the galaxy above, brought back by Beef’s statement. Both Pause and Beef are staring at him, and he realizes he must have ignored them by accident–a rarity. Usually he ignores them on purpose, just to be funny.
“Hmm?” Etho glances between them. “Wasn’t listening, sorry.”
“Yeah, we figured. You always do that–looking at the sky and forgetting the earth when the stars come out,” Beef says, as if it’s the most normal statement in the world.
“...do I?”
“Yes,” Both Pause and Beef say in unison.
“Oh,” Etho says, and while they look back at him, as always, he offers no explanation. He clears his throat, trying to move on. “What were you saying?”
“I was suggesting something…” Beef trails off, looking to Etho as if that would make him magically know what he said.
Etho raises his eyebrows. “Is it… sleeping?”
“Nope!”
“I like your thinking already,” he laughs, scooting on his log just barely toward the fire. The gentle wind on his back has turned unkind in the night, serving to bite with a chill.
“Thank you! Now hear me out, gentlemen….” Beef stops, glancing around the woods as if to make sure nothing else is listening. “Scary stories.”
Pause nods emphatically from his own log, looking rather enamored with the idea. Rolling his eyes, Etho sets aside all hope of a full night's sleep–not that he’s ever had that with them. Not that he cares.
Another beat of silence passes, where Etho forgets to reply, and then Beef speaks again. “C'mon guys, it’ll be fun!”
Etho settles his hands back into the rough bark, bracing himself against them. “I’m not saying otherwise…”
Truth be told, Etho hasn’t ever really gotten the… point of scary stories, really. Sure, he’d been afraid of the occasional mob or fall, but ultimately he knew he was safe. The universe was kind, kinder than most people knew, why should he fear it? For all the campfire stories Etho had heard others swap over drinks and meals, he’d never really understood the appeal of it being scary. To him, it felt like just that–a story. Something never to be feared, just enjoyed.
“C’mon, Etho, don’t you enjoy being scared out of your wits? Just for fun?” Pause grins, and there’s something in it that feels unfamiliar to Etho. Again, another phrase he can’t understand. The other players have always described fear in ways he’s not sure exist.
“I mean, sure? Why not?” He settles, taking his hands off the wood and instead leaning forward to rest his elbows against his legs. The fire crackles as if laughing in the wind, sharing his sentiment that such fear doesn’t exist. Etho snorts softly in agreement. “Tell me a scary story, Pause.”
For a moment there’s silence, broken only by the sounds of mobs out in the distance, the fire laughing, and crickets whispering, and Beef settles too, sitting on the ground in front of his log, far too close to the fire for what Etho would deem comfortable. Pause closes his eyes, and the shadows on his face, for a moment, seem to cast a warning over it. Etho’s brows furrow–he’s not sure the shadows have ever done that before. Nonetheless, the moment passes, the shadows become as friendly as the rest of the universe again, and Pause opens his eyes, glancing between Etho and Beef with a glint.
“Alright, gentlemen… gather close… gather near… and let me tell you the legend… the tragedy… of Evolution.” Pause waves one of his arms at the sky, and Etho follows his gesture, looking to the sky. Again, he smiles. Then Beef interrupts, and Etho drags his gaze away again.
“Oh come on, Pause, we’ve all heard that one!”
“Have we?” Etho frowns… Evolution… the word is familiar, but not with the weight placed behind it.
“Come on, Etho, everyone knows about Evo. Oldest legend in the books… ‘cept for a couple stories, I guess.”
Etho can’t reply to that. He knows which legend is older, and he won’t confirm it. Not yet. He speaks after a moment, choosing his words carefully. “I’ve not heard it… I don’t think.”
“What, really?” Pause tilts his head at Etho. “Out of everyone… I guess I figured you’d know all these legends by now.”
“Nah, you know me!” Etho cracks a grin. “I’m a redstone guy! I’m no storyteller.” (That’s a lie, and they all know it.) “Tell me about it?”
The other two trade glances, then Beef shrugs and leans back against his log again. Pause nods, takes a deep breath, and begins.
“Once upon a time… there were beings. Powerful, godly beings… ones who called themselves…” he trails off, glancing around again, even to the open sky, before reaching for a stick on the ground. “I’ll write it… just in case.”
“In case of what?” Etho scoffs, confused.
“In case they w̸a̸t̸c̸h̸.” Pause hisses back, and for a moment Etho is taken aback at how serious he sounds. Then he’s shaking it off, craning his head around the fire to see what Pause writes in the soil. For a moment he struggles to read it–it’s upside down for him and scrawled without care to keep it neat looking. Then he reads it out loud, just to be sure he’s read it right.
“Watchers?”
“Shh! You can’t invoke Their name!” Beef sounds appalled, swatting at Etho’s leg. “You don’t want Them near!”
For a moment Etho stares at him, brows furrowed, then he turns his head to see Pause looking at him with the same deadly serious expression. They can’t be serious, can they? He decides to test their theory, and dispel whatever the odd feeling in his chest is by mocking it.
“Watcher watcher watcher watcher–”
“Etho, no!” Pause shoots to his feet, eyes wide with… fear? Etho wonders if that’s what his eyes look like, when facing the dangers the universe won’t ever truly hurt him with. Beef doesn’t move, but he trades looks with both of them before settling.
“Etho, just hear the story!” Pause scolds, sinking back down to sit. Despite feeling rather inclined to burst into giggles, Etho obliges, crossing his legs and staying quiet. He’s intrigued, to say the least.
“Alright, so these beings… the ones who ẉ̷͊ā̴̠t̸͎̽c̷̉ͅȟ̷̲, they’re not players, right?” Beef prompts Pause, giving him a nod.
“Right. Nobody seems to know exactly what they look like… mostly because anyone who could tell us either won’t or is dead.” Pause sighs, rolling the stick between his hands. “I think the general agreement is whatever they are, they aren’t human, or mobs, but… something different. It’s like they’re admins on steroids–they just have that kind of power, and more. And the thing is, they don’t use it how admins do.”
“What’d’you mean?” Etho asks. There’s a stray coal burning orange by his shoe. He crushes it under his heel, and it crumbles into ash.
“They use it… well, they use it like a toy. As far as anyone knows, they pick servers, pick players, use them as their playthings. Like entertainment.”
“Seems a little ridiculous, if you ask me.” Beef shrugs. Still, Etho doesn’t miss the way his eyes seem a little too similar to an animal just before slaughter.
“A lot of things seem ridiculous in this universe, until they’re true.” Etho counters, voice quieter than normal.
Pause lets his tone slide for once. “I think that the best way to explain them… is to tell the legend of the first lost server… Evo. They say the Wa– supposedly, they found Evo. Used it as a plaything, before throwing it away.
“The thing about Evo–what really made it stand out, if you know what I mean–this server was filled with the most powerful players in the universe. Some stories say that these players came there powerful, others say that the gifts were given by the… Not-Admins.”
“I thought they just watc-looked?” Etho frowns. Something keeps him from saying that word, and he’s not sure why.
“Not always… not on the servers they played with.” Pause glances around again, and so does Etho. By now, the sky is completely darkened, lit up by stars that… huh. Etho isn’t so sure they’re smiling, right now. He shakes it off, looking to the woods instead, where vague shadows swathe everything in it in darkness. A shiver runs down his spine, and he looks back to Pause, who continues his tale after a moment.
“So… the players on that doomed server. There was the admin, Grian… he had wings-”
“Like an elytra?” The woods aren’t so menacing after all, and he cracks a slight smile.
“No, like wings, Etho. Impossible wings, from the beginning.”
“...I see.”
Pause squints at him, then sighs. “There was Martyn… or maybe Merlin. I’m not sure what his name was, to be honest. Don’t guess it matters, now. I’m not sure what his gift was, either. But Pearl…” Pause’s tone turns almost reverent, closer to a whisper. “She was made of stardust and the universe itself, and fell from the moon.”
This time, Etho can’t quite laugh. Made of stardust…yeah, he knows that’s possible, better than anyone else. He looks up to the sky again, and they provide no answers.
“Netty… she could grow anything just from the force of her mind, just like that.” Pause snaps his fingers. “And not just regular plants, she could grow trees, magical things with roots to the void that should have been impossible to plant otherwise.”
Beef interrupts, eyes glinting excitedly. “-oh, I’ve heard of her! I know there was another player who could hop through time–”
“I’m getting there!” Pause says back quickly.
“...Sorry, time hopping?” Etho’s nose wrinkles. Such a thing… he rolls his eyes. Made of stardust, sure. Time hopping? Never.
“Yeah, yeah, hold in there, I’ve not explained what made the server so special.”
“...I thought it was the players.”
“It was, but there was something else, another impossibility that drew them there.” Pause nods, then leans in for dramatic effect. “This server could hop forward through time itself.”
There’s a drawn out silence again before Etho speaks.
“Sounds like a load of mumbo jumbo to me.” Etho laughs, but it feels stifled, as if the air were trying to push it back in his throat.
“...it’s a story, Etho. Of course it’s all mumbo jumbo.” Beef shakes his head, staring into the flames of the slowly dying fire.
“Aren’t all stories started from truth?” Pause counters.
Etho’s mouth falls open, perhaps to counter, but nothing comes to mind. Instead he gives a stilted nod, and his mouth closes without further argument.
“Can I tell my story, then?” Pause rubs a hand over his face. “I’ve not even gotten to the good part yet!”
“Yeah, yeah” Beef snorts, “Go on, scare the crap outta us.”
“Anyways, to recap before Etho here decided to interrupt–don’t roll your eyes at me-these players were special. Blessed by the universe, or maybe something else–but they all joined together, to create a world that could jump through time itself.”
“What does that even mean?”
In the woods, a twig snaps. Nobody hears it other than Etho, whose head flies up towards the sound, only to see nothing.
“Yeah, so this world… they started it as if the universe had only just begun, before all the resources we have today existed.” Beef glances to Pause. “At least, that’s how I heard it.”
Pause nods in response, sketching something new in the dirt with his cheek resting on his other hand. “That’s about right. Nobody knows if the admin made a deal with them or if they found a way on their own, but… that’s what it was.”
“That’s not possible.” Etho worries at the inside of his cheek. “Can’t go back. Not like that…” Memories filter through his head, of an age no other player should have seen, when it had simply been him and the universe, and the few animals that had come into existence at the time. To travel to that point… for something else to go back too and ẘ̷̜̃a̵̗͇̋͠t̸̢̓͒c̷̫̥̐h̸̲̀̃… his neck prickles, and he glances around. Is there a mob nearby?
The woods are empty.
Pause laughs, but it sounds wrong to Etho too. “Anything is possible, when you’ve been blessed like that, blessed by the very universe or void or.. whatever. When you’re being w̵̻͎͗a̵͍͚̽͘t̷͙̲͆̇̿č̴̲̭̋͠ḫ̶̃̿ẻ̷̢͉͙̃̔d̶̙̐̅̐.” … “Who knows, Etho… maybe you too.”
“Nah, man!” Immediately, his hackles are raised, which is… ridiculous. This is just a story! Some stupid campfire story meant to entertain, that someone made up lifetimes ago. And yet… he’s being… no. No.
“I’m just saying!” Pause says, sounding far too amused for how Etho feels so wrong.
“Go back to the story, Pause.” Beef intervenes.
Pause grumbles under his breath, something about constant interruptions and a bad audience–and Etho can’t butt in indignantly, not this time. “Okay. So the ones who were… looking at the players, they started to intervene. They left gifts in bedrock and other impossible blocks, and the players had to follow clues to reach them. Most of the players willingly went along with it. They were scared, afraid of what could happen if they didn’t play the game how it was meant to be played. All but one. All but the admin… Grian. As the story goes, he broke the rules. Took gifts that weren’t his, the impossible blocks from builds… just a general pest, to be honest.”
“Now hang on, I always heard he blew up the builds, and that was what upset them.” Beef interrupts.
“Who on earth did you hear it from??” Pause raises his eyebrows, looking at Beef like he has three heads again.
“That’s just how I’ve always heard it told!” Beef protests. “What version did you hear?”
“The right one, obviously.” Pause turns his chin upwards, towards the moon overhead, radiating smug energy. Beef opens his mouth to protest again, and as the two dissolve into bickering, Etho can’t help but glance upward at the sky again.
The stars feel wrong. Etho shivers, eyes growing wide, and he’s glad his mask is firmly in place, hiding his expression. Although… the mask is just an illusion of protection, isn’t it?
Where did that thought come from? He’s always been protected under the stars.
The back of his neck prickles again, and he whips his head down and around towards the woods. A stick cracks, and his hand travels to where his sword would be strapped to his side, if he had one. Still, there’s no movement, and Etho forces himself to turn his back to the shadows, because there’s nothing there.
He’s being-
A scoff of breath leaves him. This is ridiculous. He’s not being ẅ̷̲̖́͘͠a̶̲̺̜͊̇̋ť̵̬c̷͎̙̜͓̆̀̿͘h̶̪̏ͅẻ̷͓͛͝d̸̪̒́̈́ͅ, there is no such thing as a Watcher, the universe loves him. That’s the mantra he repeats even as puffs of air leave him faster and his eyes sting in the smoke.
He’s being ẅ̶̘̎͛͝a̸̗̔̿̀t̶̨̢̖́c̸̩͆́͌̕̚h̷̞̭̑͆́́̾ę̵͈̖̦̟̅̂̈́̅͐ḋ̸̻̘.
He’s fine.
The world comes back into focus around him, the campfire crackling merrily as Beef tosses a new log into it. Pause is speaking again, and Etho realizes the story must have continued without him. He shifts, hesitating to give into his fear–not fear, he’s never felt that before–whatever it is, but he slides off the log and in front of the fire, matching Beef’s position. It’s easier to breathe again, with his back guarded by the wood. Pause and Beef say nothing of his movements, although he can feel both their eyes on him, watchi-looking at him.
“Just getting warm. Getting chilly out here!” Even to him, his words sound strained.
Pause shrugs in agreement, and continues his story. This time, Etho doesn’t look at the sky for reassurance.
“--so they’re doing the impossible, and one of the players could even hop back and forth, he called it the Downside Up–”
“Oh, weird. I thought it was the Other Side.”
“Sorry, the Downside Up?” Etho grins without any positive emotion tied to it. “Thought this couldn’t get any more ridiculous sounding!” He’s being-
“Yeah, that’s what they called the times they left behind whenever they hopped.” Pause says, before holding the stick from earlier out to Beef. “You remember Their symbol? I can’t.”
“Yeah, I got it,” Beef says, and he etches in the ground, brows furrowed in concentration. Etho cranes his head the opposite way as before, narrowing his eyes.
“What would they have had a symbol for?”
“To show it was from them! It was created from bedrock itself, and etched into the earth and stone and even stars.” Pause sighs. “Look, Etho, Mr. First Player–don’t look so shocked, we guessed anyway–you’ve been around a while. It’s just a story. Let it entertain you. Let me tell the story.”
Etho purses his lips, but nods. It’s just a story. Stories are fake. Stories are rooted in truth and–no, no, this one isn’t. He takes a moment, considering, shoving away all his newfound apprehension, then seizes on another strange fact.
“They could just.. Use bedrock?”
“Yes!” Beef’s voice rings out louder than Pause’s, but both echo through the woods for just a second.
“Etho, they could do anything. They aren’t players, or gods, they’re beings between. Nobody knows.”
“Right.” Not players. Not gods. Simply something outside of that sphere, existing in the same universe.
“And so they,” Pause jabs his stick at the word scratched on the ground, “started a game with their players, a wonderful game of clues and punishments and rewards. And the players played well! They played how it was meant to be played, all but one.”
“Right… you said before. Grain, right?”
“Grian.” Pause says, rolling his eyes. “Maybe it was Grain. That makes more sense, honestly.”
“Yeah, Grian, Grian, the admin, whatever–him. You said he fought back?”
“Well, not fought, exactly. More just… didn’t play by the rules. And god, he paid for it.” Pause closes his eyes, looking to the stars for a moment. “All of them paid for it.”
“What, they punished him–sorry, everyone, just for not playing by the rules?” It feels like a warning. Because if there’s one thing Etho has never done, it’s stay within limits. Another glance at the stars, and–the stars don’t feel like home anymore. They’re ẇ̶̰̩͇̬a̸̜̘̮̰͉͉͐̓̓͘͠͝ţ̵̟̟̲͌̊̀̕c̵̡̆h̸̤͙̤̺̐̌͂i̸̛͎̹̫̿́̒̑ͅn̷͖̼͐͒̓̀̍͜͠g̶̬̣͓͊̌ͅ.
Beef nods. “Yeah… pretty much. Thanks to the admin’s refusal to play by the rules… in the end, everyone was punished. Least, that’s what I always heard, right, Pause?”
“Yep! At first, they let the players live under a false pretense of freedom, let each of them do what they would, just left clues and portals and gifts. But finally… the players wanted to go and take on the final fight.”
“The dragon.” Etho almost rolls his eyes. The dragon fight had always felt… well, boring, compared to what the rest of the universe offered. Somewhere in his head, music plays, the song he’d listened to when he’d undertaken the dragon on his own world. It’s calming, much more entertaining to listen to than the eerie silence the End had held when he’d first gone. Supposedly, the End was much more life-filled now, but he’d not bothered to explore much of it, preferring to keep under the stars for now.
“...did it..go well?” he frowns. The End was untouchable, surely.
“Supposedly, when everyone jumped through, they were separated. Alone. Screaming for their friends, only to be faced with the eyes of a beast larger than life.” Pause lowers his voice. “They fought the dragon alone, screaming for their friends, and they won anyway!”
“Doesn’t seem so bad to me!” Etho feels a weight on his chest lighten. Sure, it was an odd punishment, to face the dragon alone, but he’d done it without issue. “How is that possible? To separate the players like that?”
“Anything is possible, if you’re being w̴̧̞͕͇̩̼̒͒̂̑͛ạ̶̢̳͎͖͎̏͒ţ̵̛̬̗̘̺̺͆͋̐̓͐č̴̪̃̋̑h̵̛̹̭͛͑͊͝͠e̶̡͖̊̏̐̓̾̏d̴̰͚̪͚̞̭̠̎̍̿̈̋̋.”
The weight of the words returns tenfold, and it’s crushing, feeling the eyes on him, knowing they’re there knowing–
He gasps for air, forcing away the fear filling him. “I thought you said not to say that out loud!”
Pause breaks into laughter. “Chill, Etho, it’s just a story! I meant it, like, for the atmosphere. It’s not real.”
Another branch breaks, and Etho startles, eyes wide with the same fear he hadn’t understood, before.
“Did you just get scared by a branch cracking?” Beef frowns, but seems inclined to laugh.
“...no”
Pause snickers, “You did!”
“No, leave it, cmon–” Etho shoves some leaves into Pause’s area, hoping one will fly into his face. Pause just shoves them back at him, snorting.
“Awwww, scared some mythical beings might get ya?”
“Weren’t you telling me stories have truth to them, earlier?” Etho counters, and all three of them fall silent, illuminated only by the now-mocking campfire shadows and the dim moonlight. For a moment, Etho almost thinks Pause and Beef look afraid too, sharing nervous glances into the forest and above. Then Beef clears his throat, and the moment ends.
“Let’s move on-”
“Yeah-”
“Yep-”
“As I was saying, the promises of the universe weren’t given to the players when they defeated the dragon.”
“Wh–promises of the-” Etho feels his heart drop from his chest. Those promises were for him, once. “You mean…”
“Oh, you know, and the universe loves you, because you are love, all those words that beam into your head? They changed it. Made it different.” Pause shakes his head. “Powerful beings. Messing with the universe itself.”
“Again, impossible.”
“Is it?”
Of course it is!, Etho wants to say. The universe can’t be messed with, not like that. The universe loves its players. We aren’t ever in any true danger!
He’s not so sure, sitting in this world.
“...what did they say?” Not that… he really wants to know, but… he needs to know.
“Oh, well… that’s when they took the admin. Made him one of them. They say Grian threatened the other players, he changed. He became a-y’know.”
“What do you mean, one of them? I thought you said they weren’t players–” he doesn’t understand, feeling a bit dizzy.
“They aren’t. But… he used to be, at least.” Beef shakes his head. “Took his wings, gave him new ones, took his humanity, freedom, everything. I’ve heard versions where he doesn’t remember, others where he does… some versions where he’s simply a prisoner, forever trapped in… wherever Watchers live.”
“Don’t say the name!” Pause hisses.
“Alright!”
“That…” Etho doesn’t really know what to say. The hair on his arms stands straight up, and he peers into the woods. Nothing. “Good campfire story, Pause. Wanna sleep now?”
“It’s not over!” Pause grins just a little too widely. “Just now getting to the best part!”
Etho shudders, Something is w̵̨̞̽͐̉a̷̲̩͍͕͜͝t̸̢̥͕̣̠͕̄̈́c̵͚̮̝̫̓̏h̶̢͉̯̜̘͗͜ͅỉ̶̳͓̈́͂̊̉̅ͅn̷̦̹̬̰̳̘͂g̷͈͈̾. “Alright, go on.” he swallows. Just a remnant of the past.
“Well, the admin was taken, but that leaves the other players. Three of them… Merlin, BigB, and… another. They were thrown into a vicious cycle of death, forced to kill each other over and over in games that only had one victor… one survivor. And then they do it again, and again, and again.”
“Oh.” The rising fear stops, for a moment. Such games… impossible. At least that must be myth and nothing more. “Who was the third?”
“Nobody knows. That was his other punishment–to be forgotten. No one knows his name, no one knows anything about him, except he and Merlin were close.”
Again, impossibility, most likely. It’s easier for Etho to dismiss that out of hand. A player forgotten? Players can’t be forgotten by the universe. “And the others?”
“Some of them were killed, along with the server. They set the server in ruins, burned it, destroyed it, and swallowed it wholly into the void itself, never to be visited again.”
“Seems harsh…”
“I don’t think so. I think that was the kindest punishment,” Beef mutters. “I’d rather that than anything else, if it were me.”
Neither Pause nor Etho have a response, and after a moment Pause clears his throat and continues. “Two escaped. Netty and another. I think… Beef is right. That was a worse punishment than dying… to live and always be w̸̡̧̺̩̻̋̊͐̔̈́͠ą̷̣̑̔̓͘͠t̸̡̘̩̳̜̉̈́̂̓̈͂c̶̯͇̘͔̣̰̫̀̃̊̈̇̈́͌̇̉h̷̝̦̩̣̲͉͑͒̊̊͑͐͋̔͜͝e̸͓͙̟̳̺͙̕d̴̲͓͂̾͗̂̚͜. To live on and be powerless against the past, stripped of the gifts given.”
“They lost their gifts?” Etho’s eyes fill with horror, and his hand edges his pack, where his own gift (or at least… part of it) resides.
“Yep! And that’s it! That’s the legend of Evo! Cool story, right?” Pause seems… unbothered by it all. Can he not feel it?
Etho nods weakly. “It… that’s a story, alright!”
“C’mon, Etho, you know it’s just a story! It’s all fun!” Pause waves smoke out of his face, before pushing off the log to his feet. “Well! Good times, gentlemen. Should we sleep the mobs away before we all die a gruesome death?”
“Probably should, yeah,” Beef follows suit, opting to flop on his log without a pallet or even a blanket. “Etho, you got first watch?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Etho doesn’t move from his spot, just stares into the campfire. “I’ll wake you up when it’s your turn.”
“Okay then. G'night, Etho.” Pause flops onto his pallet, and within minutes, both him and Beef are breathing steadily, completely out.
Minutes tick by, measured only by the steady creeping of the stars above. At first, Etho tries not to think, tries not to exist, even. The fire dances softer than earlier, flames barely eating the charred sticks. He sighs, but pulls to his feet to place another log in the fire. As he turns to the pile of wood, he’s startled, turning his head so quickly his neck cracks to peer into the woods.
There’s nothing there.
There’s something there.
He swallows back air, and it chokes him. He picks up a log and holds it like a weapon, grasped firmly between both his hands. Even so, as he revolves in one spot, peering into the trees, nothing appears. He’s alone. After a moment, as the fire dips dangerously close to spluttering out, he’s forced to lay down his flimsy protection. Kneeling down, he shoves it in, then returns to his log and flops backwards on it to stare up at his solace.
He stares up at the stars, and the stars ẃ̶̰͎̳̤̖͔͂͗́͒ǎ̵̧ţ̴̧̧̗̙͔͓̮͗̅͋̓̑̀͐c̷̭͚̬̿̉͗́̌͠h̵̡͍̖͖̭̬̺͙̋̅͗ him back. It only takes a heartbeat for him to realize that these are not his stars. He shuts his eyes, willing them to go away, to leave him be, and when he opens them again they are still ẁ̷̪̰̳̳̩͙͙͎͚̱̓̓̌͝a̵͎͕̟͉̭̪͚̋̆̉̊̊̈́̀̎̋̔̔ͅt̷͓͔̼̱̥̯̺̺̦͆̿͌̾͜ͅċ̷̟̬̱̍h̵̘̦̮̙̬̤̘͛̅ͅị̷͍̣̝̑̀̈́͊͆͊̆̋͗͋͜ň̷̢̨̧̳͔̳̻̱͉̲͎̀̿̀̋̕ģ̸͙̠͌̈. Something cold stops his heart and he’s suffocating under their cold care, and he doesn’t understand, because the universe promised, and this is not the universe he thought he knew.
He is being w̸͖̗̥̬̫̣̟̰̔̋́̉̋͘ǎ̵͔̳̳̖̟̲̫͔̉ț̶̼̘͇͇̫̺̗̣̱̻̩̬͊̃̈̀̒̒̔͆̓č̴̱̺̟̺͕͉͙̿̿̓̓̇̈̽̉̉͝h̴̩̝͍̩̭͐͋̿̍͑̓͋͘e̷̢̘̖͚͉̦̪̻͕̘̯̔̒́̉̓̊͋́̓̑͝ḑ̸̨̫̳̼͉̫͙̼̪͍̏́̐̽̅͝.
Hours later, when he wakes Beef with shaking hands and no words, he flops down on his pallet, and he searches one more time, for the safety and love the universe has always given. For the first time, he cannot find it.
He is being ẃ̶̧̛̛͈͙̮̗̙̦̰̙̖̗̬̭͚͔̾̈̈́̊̀̏́̈́̽͑͊̽̇̇̊͗́̊͋͋̓̏̓̚͘̕͜͝ȁ̶͙̩̝͇̼͉̠̳͎̻̀͜ͅt̴̨̡̺̦͉̗̺̞̱͍͓̫̠̭͇̝̰͎̘͕̬͙̘̙̖͒́̄͒̌̉̈̄͐̅̈́͒͒̒́̈́̑̽͘̕̚ͅc̸̨̡̧̢̧̛͚͕̼̜̥̥͓̦͚͎͓͇̹̮̮̱̣̣̳̞̟̱̖̐̃͌̀̍́̀̇̿̈͆̾͛͌͐̎̈́͌̃̋͆͐́͂̀̋̋̚͘͝͝͠͠ͅh̴̢̛̛̰̥̯͉̗̄̄͆̈́̇̌̈́̊̆̀̓̄̊̍̓̐̔̄͒̽͆̊̈́̄́̐̒̕ë̴̢̢̛̛̥̼̱̹̪͇̪͕̲͕̦̫̲͓̤̲̪͓͍̙̗́́̎̔̓̉̊͗͋͆̃̐̋́̇̈́̎́̚͝d̴̹̈́͛̑̒̓̇̓̃̈́̀
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Ever since seeing @claperpip Rise/Buzzfeed Unsolved art I have suffered a special kind of brainrot where I have now mentally written a story about the Ghoul Boys going to New York to investigate the mysterious "Kappa's of New York".
Since @princesa-pens-and-pizza supports me in my madness, have a little sneak peak of something that might later either be chapter 2 or just a little interlude (since I want to keep the story turtles pov only)
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The last tunes of the opening melody fade away and we see Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej sitting at their iconic desk in the Buzzfeed Unsolved headquarters.
"Greetings." Ryan opens and leans forward a little bit. "Today on Buzzfeed Unsolved we'll dive into the mystery of the hundreds of sightings of mutants that seem to terrorize New York City and into the question: Are they real?"
The camera focuses on Shane to show his infamous headshake, but instead we see him lean back with crossed arms. He gives us a high-pitched and considering "Hmmmm."
"Oh, I'm surprised!"
"Well, you know I call bullshit on ghosts! Spectral Spooks? Get outta here with that shit! But mutations…Wait!" He leans over, trying to sneak a peek at Ryan's notes, who quickly guards them with an arm. "We are talking about mutations right? Two headed cows and cryptids and all that. Not about X-Men kinda stuff right?" He leans back and says with the most deadpan tone to ever deadpan: "That's a movie, Ryan."
"Are you seriously insinuating that I don't know that X-Men is a movie?"
"Weeeeeeeeell…"
"And no! We are not talking X-Men. Although some of these creatures that have been sighted are strangely humanoid."
"Oh boy."
"Let's just get into it."
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"Giant turtles?"
"Yes. Four of them. Maybe more. Reports vary."
Shane sighs and smirks a little. "Well, at least this time you won't have to be so scared, yeah? Giant turtles? What are they gonna do? Chase us with 1 mph?"
"That's where you are wrong!" Ryan jabs his finger at the papers spread over the table. "These turtles are not just big, they are fast and apparently they can fight! They have weapons!"
"How do they hold them?" Shane presses his fingers together and tries to pick something up without moving them apart. He looks like a challenged dolphin. "Don't they have fins? How does that work?"
"Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but there is actually a video of them fighting in a fish and ladder market." He fishes his phone out from under the desk. "We can't show the footage for legal reasons, but I'm gonna show you right now."
They both stare at Ryan's tiny screen. Ryan is obviously very excited about what he is seeing and is eagerly awaiting Shane's reaction.
Shane watches the video with lazer sharp focus, a thoughtful frown on his face. The viewers are actually scooting to the edge of their seats. Is he seeing something that actually convinces him? Could giant, fighting turtles be real?
"That's 'shopped to high heaven."
Everyone deflates. Especially Ryan.
"How could anyone have photoshopped this? Don't you see the ladders and the fish flying around?"
Shane shrugs, unconcerned. "Okay, so it's some dudes in a cosplay doing that RPG thing or something."
"Who are they cosplaying?"
"Look Ryan! I'm not up to date with anime and all that stuff. We'll go to New York right? When we find them, we can ask them."
"Or we find them and they'll karate chop us into an early grave. Or steal our souls! One theory is, that they are Kappa's, those japanese folklore yokai."
"Japanese demons right in New York City?" Shane whistles and gives the camera a little wink. "Ah. What a town."
#rottmnt#rottmnt fanfiction#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#Rise of the tmnt fanfiction#Rottmnt/Buzzfeed crossover#buzzfeed unsolved#Having fun with all my favorite boys#A sneak peak in honor of the new ghost files trailer#save rottmnt
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dude, how is your garden so lush? it’s so vast. and green. i’m seriously impressed. give me some pointers man
I put a lot of work into it, and it is very early in the growing season, so it's not like I can show off just yet.
The main things that produce these effects are:
Canadian peat moss. Canadian peat moss is light and fluffy, and almost as effective as sand for making heavy soil easier to work with. Excellent soil for potatoes. Bad for vegetable plants, because it needs lots of water to do its stuff.
Mulch. I keep mulching after every round of planting, always with shredded or chopped leaf matter, whenever I have leaves to shred or chop.
Very careful attention to drainage and dampness. When planting seeds in the garden, you want the soil to be damp, but not too damp. If it stays consistently damp for more than a day or two, just start over. This is different from "soaking" the soil, by the way — in that context, dampness is defined relative to the temperature, and gets more damp as the soil gets colder.
I don't prune. I used to prune a lot, but then it stopped doing anything for me. I can see the benefit of pruning when your garden gets too large, or if it includes particularly high-maintenance species like roses. For a typical small backyard vegetable garden, though, you're really only sacrificing some leaves and harvestable fruit to accomplish nothing. Unless you get really good at it and start turning it into an art form.
For my front yard, I've been just doing #2 and #3, and it's already showing signs of improvement. I'm still tending to get impatient and over-water, but that will come with experience.
I did buy some bags of cow manure, and I will be putting those in this fall/winter (another no-no from the horticulture books: never put a pile of composted manure on the garden in the summer).
There's probably more I'm forgetting, but that's roughly what I've learned from reading so far.
(If you're curious about what sort of yield you can get out of a small garden of this size, I've averaged about 40 lbs of vegetables per year from two 4x4 bed frames in 2012 and 2013)
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reviewing movies from my childhood that I wasn't even alive for the creation of pt. 2
the movie on the chopping block today is: The Dark Crystal
Category 1 - movie poster
I've always liked any any iteration of the movie poster, I feel like the art style is beautiful and truly portrays the vibe that Jim Henson was trying to go for when he was designing the movie. The way that they have the skeksis looming over the rest of the cast is *chefs kiss*
all in all - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ four star
Category 2 - plot
I'm going to be brutally honest here, the plot is very much lacking. There are so many things in the story that are just lacking in explanation that make it very hard to understand what things are happening and why.
all in all - ⭐⭐ two stars
Category 3 - acting
Holy cow, when I say that this movie has some of the best acting I've ever seen, I genuinely mean that. With the lack of plot, the acting makes up for it. It's just so good, they way that you can feel the fear that Kira does when she is taken away by Chamberlain or Chamberlain's desperation during the scene where he's pleading for the gelflings to return with him to the castle. You even get top tier acting from fizzgig, one of the characters that doesn't even talk.
all in all - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ five stars
Category 4 - did I like it or not
This is another movie from my childhood that I just absolutely adore. The way that Jim Henson constructed his world is just so beautiful. He was able to make so many lovable characters in such a short amount of time. Although the story is kinda a little wonky, the art style and fantastic puppetry make it worth the watch.
all in all - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ four starsI give this movie a final Witt rating of: Bosanova
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Greek Mythology in Twisted Wonderland: Book 6 Part 2
hey hi hello once again! i am back to annoy and educate you in one of my weird niches once again. i already did a deep analysis in part 2 so if you want you can check it out there. otherwise, i'll most likely repeat myself unless otherwise. everything will be under the read more cause this will be long once again.
starting off strong, we got the hydras! as many know, the hydra is a nine headed serpent where if one's head is chopped off, another will grow in its place. it was mentioned as one of the labors from the twelve labors of heracles. it was the second labor that heracles has to tackle, the first being the nemean lion. i know in the movie, hercules would chop off the heads because he's stupid, but heracles was very smart and would find a way to lure the hydra out of its poisonous caves to attack it.
also should mention, its spit was also poisonous. i know in the movie hercules gets swallowed and thus allowed him to kill the hydra. yeah, the poison would've killed him. instead, he requested the assistance of his nephew to help defeat the hydra. with the assistance of athena, heracles would chop off the heads of the hydra while his nephew would cauterize the stump, thus defeating the creature.
another fun fact, hera was getting pissed that heracles was winning, so she sent a crab after him in the hopes of getting distracted. unfortunately, heracles would later step on it, not even be bothered by the crab. hera felt bad for her crustacean friend so she allowed the crab to be among the stars, and that's where the star sign cancer comes from.
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tbh i first thought it was talking about zeus, but reading further it was talking about heracles. or at least the hercules from the movie because i can guarantee you, heracles very much knew who his father was. he was also not a god, his parents were zeus and a mortal woman where the name escapes me.
gaia is the titan goddess of the earth and the grandmother of the olympic gods. i don't know what titan nebula god idia is talking about because it's not really well known. the only one i could definitively find was astraeus, who is the titan god of the stars and planets and the art of astrology. in some cases, he was also the father of the stars and the four seasonal winds. otherwise, there's not much knowledge of him.
mnemosyne is the titan goddess of memories and is the mother of the nine muses, with zeus being the father. i've mentioned it before in my previous post, but zeus would have sex with anything and anyone. he was not a good guy.
anyway, i digress. mnemosyne was also a river in the underworld, which ran parallel with the river lethe, the river of forgetfulness. according to myth, souls who are reincarnated would drink from the river lethe so they would forget their past life. however, souls of the novices would be told to drink from mnemosyne. possibly so they could remember their past life, i'm not clear on the details.
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aegis is mostly cloth that ancient greece has used. it was mentioned that athena has adopted the aegis as regular dress, even going so far as to use the severed head of medusa as a symbolic representation.
tbh, i would think they would use argus, who in greek mythology was a creature with many eyes around its body. he was mentioned as being a servant to hera. in one myth, hera was able to capture one of zeus's lovers (i think it was io it's been a while) who was turned into a cow and was kept in hera's garden. argus was stationed to keep watch, since his eyes would always be open. zeus devised a plan to rescue his lover by having him slain. he asked hermes for help, which he disguised himself as a shepherd and played a song to put all the eyes of argus to sleep. after he was sure he was asleep, hermes slaughtered argus by using a stone to hit him over the head.
i just think it would've been fun if the barrier was called argus. it would've been a fun flavor point.
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lachesis, clotho, and atropos are the three moirai, or the fates, and they would assign individual destinies to mortals at birth. clotho was the spinner, which means she was in charge of the thread. lachesis was the allotter, which meant that she would distribute the mortal's fate. and lastely atropos the inflexible, which meant that she would not compromise someone's fate no matter how much they begged. one would spin the thread, another would measure it, and the third one cuts it. in some myths, they were the daughters of nyx, the goddess and personification of night. they had enormous power and even zeus was unable to recall their decisions.
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fun fact, this isn't the first time they were mentioned.
they were mentioned throughout the entire game, but the more memorable one is during jamil's fairy gala vignette. no one really knows how old the fates are. they can either be really old or really young, depending on certain myths. also it's fun flavor points when the threads of fate are mentioned.
one more fun fact, the moirai sometimes gets confused with the gray sisters. in the movie hercules, disney combined the gray sisters with the moirai for some reason. the gray sisters, who were extremely old women that shared one eye and one tooth, only showed up once in mythology and that was to give directions to perseus to find the gorgon medusa. the gray sisters at first refused until perseus took their eye and tooth and threatened to tell him where she was, which they agreed. the moirai were perfectly in tact and didn't need to share an eyeball. or a tooth.
yes but also no. i think i've mentioned this before, but the titans do predate the olympic gods, but they weren't the original gods. they were the twelve original children from the primordial parents uranus (the god of the sky) and gaia (the goddess of the earth). it would've been really cool to see the primordial gods that even predate the titans, but disney is trying to tie it into the movies and therefore hates fun.
a cool mention of zeus's lightning bolt. i should mention that it was just a literal lightning bolt, not a thunder spear. nevertheless, it's a cool image to think of.
i should also point out that zeus did not single handedly seal the titans away. i mentioned it in my previous post, but zeus did have assistance from other gods and creatures to defeat the titans.
i get they're trying to connect it to the movie, but it would've been really fun to see the primordial gods in action. or at least be consistent with the actual titans. the only titan i can possibly think of that's the earth titan is maybe gaia, who is the goddess of the earth and is not a titan. the closest one of the phantom titans can come close to is coeus, who is the titan of inquisitive minds and intellect and the titan of the north, can be tied to the ice titan and maybe the magma titan can be tied to perses, the god of destruction. otherwise, there really isn't any correlation from these titans to the greek myth titans.
i think some of the phantoms are supposed to be nods to the disney movies. this one, however, i think is a nod to mythology. it's very similar to king midas, who as many know is a king who was able to turn anything he touched to solid gold. it was a blessing and a curse, as he accidentally turned his favored daughter into pure solid gold. he didn't have any correlation to hades, but this is mainly just for fun.
now i'm gonna just write it out because i either forgot to screencap it or i just didn't think it was necessary. idia mentions that no mortals can enter the gates to the underworld, which is somewhat true. there have been stories where mortals will enter into the underworld to reclaim their lost loved ones, such as the story of orpheus and eurydice. it's not uncommon, but it is rare for mortals to go into the underworld unless they're already dead.
the gates of the underworld is an interesting unique magic to have. mostly because of how media portrays it. rick riordan does a good job in depicting the gate to the underworld as being a door that's heavily guarded so no monsters or undead can enter through it. i believe thanatos guards it in the books, but my memory is hazy so forgive me.
i forgot to screen cap this part, but during idia's backstory when he recreated ortho, he mentioned about the hero going to the underworld to save his lover. this does happen occasionally, as i mentioned orpheus and eurydice. (tbh i legit thought idia was talking about them but then i remembered it was a movie tie in so whoops.) heracles does go into the underworld to retrieve a wife, but it wasn't his wife megara (extremely complicated and not going to get into the details. if you're curious, you can ask me and i will infodump.), but a wife of one of the kings that was one of heracle's friends. back in the day, the gods would take pity on mortals and would revive their lovers back from the dead. i don't think there's one for siblings, and i kinda feel bad for idia to hope that a god will revive his brother back to him.
what is pretty cool about the chapter titles is that each word at the end of the sentence rhymed. i don't remember if the other books had that, but it's pretty neat and it reminds me a lot of how greek plays, especially the chorus, would rhyme out loud during their performance. it was a nice nod to the greek and roman plays. (i studied them in college. it was an interesting experience.)
one thing i will critique is that i wished the towers were done a bit differently. in the underworld, there are three tiers within the underworld: asphodel, elysium, and the fields of mourning. it would've been really cool to see different landscapes that doesn't look so... stale? the technology part of it is pretty neat to look at, but seeing a lush meadow and experiencing a different side to the underworld would've been really cool to see. however, i understand budget issues and all that, but it still would've been nice to see.
and that's it! i might have missed some things, but it's already getting long. longer than the first one i think. if you want any clarifications or you want me to delve deeper into a myth i mentioned in passing, feel free to ask me and i'll do into much more detail as i possibly can. otherwise, hopefully everyone enjoyed the book and everyone enjoyed my little rants and explanations.
#twisted wonderland#twst#book 6 spoilers#book 6#i went on a very long rant on greek mythos but it was fun nonetheless#holy shit did this book take so long to complete
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here's some art! below is gonna be me rambling ^w^
angst rambles, warnings for: mind fuckery, angst, memory loss, possible feelings of helplessness, mutilation maybe, sororicide, and more angst :}
side note, this is written as a script type thing, and meant more for people who are focusing on unicorn mann and ryan. enjoy!
two universes, this is gonna be gore on crack. we take the "100 days as" series, specifically the ones with the slaughter houses run by Farmer Unicorn, then we take the friends series and put that in the same universe!
let me explain. Ryan in the friends universe has the spooky scary spell book of dark magic. easy to transition into body stealing shapeshifter, especially if that same child is fighting a war and suddenly needs to do something super risky.
Unicorn Mann however, he's not a hero. no no no, he's something SOOO much more oh no. he's the terrifying boss of Unicorp. as in, fuck with him and you'll be on the other end of his boomstick for a few seconds before you're a bit of everywhere.
if i decided to draw this guy, it would be holding a minigun one handed level of "oh no no no no no-" vibes.
anyways, Ryan gets 100 days to get out or complete his objective in a farm before he gets found out. usually the objective is just escape, but there have been a few times where he had to destroy a location. such as the pet zoo and lamb chop diner. {breaking point!!}
the important order to see how messed up this can get is the first four, chicken, cow, pig, sheep.
that sheep is special, like the "ohhhh nooo..." of sheep. because that's bluey the sheep! not to be confused with bluey the wolf in this series.
after that event i head canon that he had to take memory loss pills because he couldn't function with out breaking down. {the sheep one made me go "yo should someone check on him? is.. is he alright? my goodness gravy..."}
but he starts acting tired and he keeps forgetting more stuff. and Ryan? oooo boy. the sheep farm destroyed both of them mentally...
Ryan stopped trying to save the other creatures in the slaughter houses, because the stakes were literally rigged for him to be the one to escape in the sheep co-op slaughter house.
the pink sheep he was doing the co-op slaughter house with literally 180 no scoped into lava when it died. Ryan got to witness that through a window of glass after trying to convince them that he'd find another way to save them.
more info: Unicorn Mann doesn't have magic, because "Santa Claus" has his wish magic. but Farmer Unicorn still knows how exactly to deal with it and keep him from using the magic, he also knows the consequences. as in, he got wished OUT OF EXISTENCE BY THE END OF THE EPISODE.
but he still came back, showing that being wished out of life is temporary. {this gives me more angst ideas, but that's on a different tangent that could probably get me shot.}
the butchers are horrific, they are supposed to be humans but it seems more like horrible accidents that wear bags over their heads to hide the fact they are bloody walking meat. and no, that's not the british slang bloody.
and i almost forgot to talk about the bosses. such as, Gertrude, Burtha, Big Sheepus, Bently, Honky Horse, BIG FEEESH, Big Fish, Weeper, Borbav, Endie, Ms McMuscle, Buff Zombie Boss, Big Skelerton, Crazed Goat Man, Snow Man, Ghast, McCrushy, Chief Enforcer, General Jim, Elf, Chargin' Chuck, Mecha Bat, Mecha Spider, Mecha-Spider Prime
some of them are well cared for, some of them are robots, others even unicorn mann in his distorted state goes "yeah this bitch crazy, anyways! you're the sacrifice right now!"
now to what i hope will be not me rambling about the farms.
Ryan being a very unstable and cold being barely holding it together, Unicorn on the verge of a break down. Ryan shifts back into human, Unicorn Mann sees, and is just flooded with memories.
he's fine. {i definitely don't like to pull this move when he's about to kill Ryan by blowing his head off.}
as an extra little side bit, the pink sheep being a combo of Pink and Kara :} cause kara is a ram, and pink is pink! so why not have a horrific realization that your pseudo sister and one of your friends is dead and it's your fault?
this is all just ramblings and ideas, thank cheese stick for dragging me back here and getting me to reveal the fact i have this despite the anxieties.
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from Liz Darling Art, shared by SHE On The Tip Of Her Tongue
Right To Life
By Marge Piercy
A woman is not a basket you place
your buns in to keep them warm. Not a brood
hen you can slip duck eggs under.
Not the purse holding the coins of your
descendants till you spend them in wars.
Not a bank where your genes gather interest
and interesting mutations in the tainted
rain, any more than you are.
You plant corn and you harvest
it to eat or sell. You put the lamb
in the pasture to fatten and haul it in to
butcher for chops. You slice the mountain
in two for a road and gouge the high plains
for coal and the waters run muddy for
miles and years. Fish die but you do not
call them yours unless you wished to eat them.
Now you legislate mineral rights in a woman.
You lay claim to her pastures for grazing,
fields for growing babies like iceberg
lettuce. You value children so dearly
that none ever go hungry, none weep
with no one to tend them when mothers
work, none lack fresh fruit,
none chew lead or cough to death and your
orphanages are empty. Every noon the best
restaurants serve poor children steaks.
At this moment at nine o’clock a partera
is performing a table top abortion on an
unwed mother in Texas who can’t get
Medicaid any longer. In five days she will die
of tetanus and her little daughter will cry
and be taken away. Next door a husband
and wife are sticking pins in the son
they did not want. They will explain
for hours how wicked he is,
how he wants discipline.
We are all born of woman, in the rose
of the womb we suckled our mother’s blood
and every baby born has a right to love
like a seedling to sun. Every baby born
unloved, unwanted, is a bill that will come
due in twenty years with interest, an anger
that must find a target, a pain that will
beget pain. A decade downstream a child
screams, a woman falls, a synagogue is torched,
a firing squad is summoned, a button
is pushed and the world burns.
I will choose what enters me, what becomes
of my flesh. Without choice, no politics,
no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield,
not your uranium mine, not your calf
for fattening, not your cow for milking.
You may not use me as your factory.
Priests and legislators do not hold shares
in my womb or my mind.
This is my body. If I give it to you
I want it back. My life
is a non-negotiable demand.
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"and you will be like God"
Watercolor, gouache, graphite, colored pencil, and collage on Arches paper. © Liz Darling 2014.
Mara Clear Spring Cook
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Youtubers/Streamers that I love - Art Series! 💙
Drawing #2: ImmortalHD (Aleks Marchant)
#immortalhd#aleks marchant#alekshd#the creature hub#cow chop#art#drawing#sketch#fanart#fanart drawing#pen art#pen and ink#artwork#artists on tumblr
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Since I was recently posting about Cow Chop again, I've been in the tag and I noticed no one seems to have said much, if anything, about the updates since Trevor's original statement on how working there negatively impacted him.
In addition to these private exchanges, Aleks, Brett, and James have all three addressed the matter publicly at this point. You can find those statements in their most recent twitch VODS (all three are also linked in posts near the top on the subreddit.) For what it's worth, I have listened to each of them now and while it is of course impossible to know motivations with certainty, they all come across as sincerely remorseful and accountable for their parts in what Trevor went through and they very much validate his feelings.
I'm not posting this to suggest that we should forget about the situation or pretend that any of it happening was actually fine. It's not, unequivocally. But I would hope that seeing that the guys are seemingly repairing things between them to a degree can help us as viewers to get some closure with our own reactions to the shock of this turn of events.
I think when scandals like this come to light, sometimes audiences have a tendency to take on a sense of secondhand accountability for having appreciated past work or even for still holding dear the way those things affected and were meaningful to us. I want to encourage everyone to consciously resist that, because retroactive guilt for something we didn't have the full context about is not going to do anyone any good.
I recognize that this is said with the benefit of not having to choose to stop supporting an active channel (unlike what's going on in adjacent fandom circles) but I know that I cannot remove from myself the ways that I relied on Cow Chop's content at some very difficult points in my life. If that's an impulse others are feeling right now, to punish a past version of you for not having the knowledge of now, please make the choice to be more compassionate with yourself.
Our relationships with art/media and the people who make it are complicated and worth thinking critically about. It might be the right decision to distance yourself from rewatching vids, making or consuming fan content, or however you typically engage, especially if it's really painful right now. But I hope everyone doesn't let this sour every moment of joy that you have had with the channel and its content, because those things are still part of you and it's okay to cherish them while recognizing that it's for the best that the parties involved have moved on.
#cow chop#sorry to the lion's share of my followers who are probably like what the fuck is this long ass post about lmao
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