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🖊 speaking of mar c.....
here have a snippet i don't think(?) i posted about why Mar C is like this
The first book that Mar C read was a romance about an elf lady-princess when they were seven. A musical adventurer (a “bard”, Mar C later came to learn) had either died just outside Skullport or had been dumped there afterwards, and the book was one of the few things that hadn’t been taken by the time Mar C found her. They’d only meant to tear out the pages to throw at Hozz, but had been delighted by the soft and brightly illustrated pages and kept it. They knew Common, of course, and could recognize the writing, but they’d never seen so much of it and so deliberate, all the words in pretty little lines. Mar C went cross-eyed and dizzy after reading the first page, but they wanted to find out how the first picture - a finely-dressed woman smiling and dancing in a crowded ballroom - became the second - she was running away from something outside, in a forest or maybe a garden. And the more they read, the more they wanted to find out. Was the sun really so bright? Did forests really sound like that? Is that what it felt like to fall in love?
Soon they were carrying the book around with them as they went about their chores, bothering soldiers and officers to explain longer words until they kicked Mar C away to make room for more important things. No one knew quite what to make of it. Nugget thought Mar C was broken-crazy in the head or magic-cursed when they cried at the ending, but they’d never thought of anything even close to that before. They walked around feeling jittery and barely speaking, overwhelmed by things they didn’t have the words for.
So they read it again.
~let's talk OCs~
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Mercy
@oc-tober2023
A little mid-dungeon philosophy
Mar C was delighted when one of the clerics traveling through Stromkuhldur was willing to share the writing he’d brought with him. Captain Lurkana didn’t want them getting too close with the adventurers, especially a non-combatant like Mar C, but they’d managed to plead their way through Lieutenant Greg, who was able to bring it to the Captain.
“They would like to take this opportunity to practice for their scribe work," it explained. Lieutenant Greg knew better than anyone how diligently Mar C collected scraps of writing to read. "And if he cannot handle meeting one of our scribes without causing trouble, he will be taken care of.”
Vyrin looked a little pale, even without Lieutenant Greg looking at him, even without its tone changing. Lieutenant Greg was great like that - always looking after its troop of scribes. They didn’t get into too many big fights like some of the other commanders, but they did control the flow of adventurers into their settlement, and the Lieutenant took its job very seriously.
It was mostly prayer scrolls, Vyrin warned weakly. And they might not have even survived the three levels of Undermountain in his pack.
But that was plenty enough for Mar C, that was perfect, and then Lieutenant Greg asked of Vyrin was trying to back out because he'd had plans of causing trouble, so they met by the river three hours later when Mar C was done with their shift and he’d had a chance to rest with his party. Vyrin still looked unsettled and approached the riverbank in a careful way that meant he’d heard about the undead creatures that were in the water, which was good because sometimes they crawled out. He was an elf, a little tall and orange-haired, with very blue robes under thin leather armor that made Mar C sad to think about for too long so they didn’t.
Vyrin settled himself awkwardly on the cold hard stone, legs folded carefully under him, and rummaged a handful of scrolls out of his well-organized bag. He took them out one by one, inspecting them for damage, explaining what they were as he went.
“This one is used to cast a shielding spell... These are ceremonies that I can conduct... This one is a prayer for clarity of mind…not a spell, mind you, just a prayer to Sehanine Moonbow.” He pronounced the name carefully, a little stiffly, unsure of what was expected of him.
“You’re really nice!” Mar C assured him. “It’s nice that you’re showing me your expensive scrolls even though you were afraid of Lieutenant Greg." Vyrin grimaced, but didn't deny it. "Don’t worry though, as long as you don’t do anything that would threaten Stromkuhldur, you won’t be in any trouble here.”
“Small mercies,” he said dryly.
“Yeah, I guess I am!” Mar C chirped.
“Oh-" he cleared his throat. "I’m sorry. No, ‘mercy,’ not ‘Mar C.’”
“Hm?”
Vyrin’s brows pulled together in a way that usually meant that Mar C had said something odd. This happened often enough that they were getting almost alright at guessing what it was.
“Were…you making a joke?” Sometimes they did pick up until too late that someone didn’t mean what they said seriously. Or that they meant something seriously when Mar C thought they were playing. It was one of the things that made some of the soldiers sigh when Mar C talked to them.
Vyrin didn’t sigh, but he did set the scroll down.
“No… Is it not…” He searched for words. “‘Mercy?’” he repeated, and Mar C paid attention this time. Ahh, they understood now, he wasn’t saying their name. But what was it? Mar C was ten and knew a lot of words, but they didn’t have that one written down in their notebook. They shook their head. Vyrin tilted his in return
“You know…I’ve heard before that goblins don’t have a word for mercy, but that’s always felt more like a deliberate cultural misunderstanding on our part than truth.”
That sounded like such a smart thing to say that Mar C smiled.
“How about you tell me what it means, and I’ll tell you if we have that in Goblin; I know lots of words, a lot more than I know in Common,” they said modestly.
Vyrin nodded.
“Fair enough. Mercy is…being kind when you’re able to hurt someone.”
Mar C stared.
“That’s just…being kind?”
“Right, right… It’s specifically when you’re able to punish someone. If someone did something bad to you and then you were kind and let them go.”
Oh that. Vyrin smiled seeing the recognition on their face.
“Oh, yeah, we have a word for that.” Mar C nodded.
“That’s great! How do you call it?”
“Suicide.”
Vyrin laughed, caught off guard.
“Great, very funny.” He rolled his eyes in a not mean way.
“Was it?” They preened a little, pleased at their joke.
“Yes, yes… But actually, surely you actually have a word for something like that?” Vyrin asked.
“Well, sure.” Mar C shrugged. They heard it plenty in the war shouts of the soldiers about to fight the drow - it was something you weren’t supposed to have. “But I think we don’t use it the way you do. We let people go if it will kill too many of our people or use too many resources to chase ‘em. We let adventurers through Stromkuhldur because most of you aren’t worth all the fights. But we’re not really allowed to let someone live just because we’d feel bad.”
“Not allowed by who?”
“The next people who will try to kill us,” Mar C said simply.
Vyrin frowned, and Mar C couldn’t tell if they were trying to understand or not. It was hard, sometimes the nice ones were the worst to talk to because they got a little less smart when they had to think about other people.
“Don’t you mean ‘if’?” he asked gently.
“I don’t. ‘Will’ and ‘when.’”
“Have you ever considered…going somewhere where you don’t have to fight?”
“Do people not protect their homes on the surface? Do you not have wars?” Mar C was skeptical. Adventurers that came into the dungeon were too good at fighting for there not to be any above ground.
“We do. I just think it’s a shame that you have to fight so much. Think of how much better your home could be.”
“I like my home!” Mar C defended. “I’m proud of us, and I’m not sorry that we’re killing drow that are trying to kill us.”
“Have you ever hear the saying that when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail?”
“...No.”
“I just hope that you, you and your people, will one day be able to live a peaceful life.”
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Several days later, a scouting team brought several adventuring packs back to Stromkuhldur. Four bodies were shot with drow arrows and much of their equipment was already looted. After sifting through what could be repurposed, the scrolls were deemed unmagical and Mar C was able to claim them. A small mercy that at least his scrolls survived him. An even smaller mercy that they were killed quickly rather than enslaved. Miniscule, that he’d died proving his beliefs.
#[throwing spaghetti at the wall bc i'm behind on the prompts and my goal is quantity and building habits not quality]#oc-tober#oc-tober2023#mar c
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mayo sandwiches
member — bf!mingyu x gn reader
genre — comfort fluff, est. relationship
word count — 1.1k
warnings — food mention, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, honey), reader is TIRED but nothing specific about their situation, mingyu is really soft, that's about it it's just comfort
notes — lowercase intended, i wrote this in half an hour it literally just exploded out of me, also i definitely cried while writing this, i hope this makes someone feel better today :)
for @onlymingyus, some wholesomeness you deserve it 🫂
one reblog = one mingyu specialty sandwich
“sweetheart, is that you?”
you slide the front door closed with all the strength you can muster and slouch your way to the living room, sighing as you finally sink down into the plush armchair. you let your eyes fall shut, taking just one quiet moment to rest.
you hear mingyu’s voice call your name again, but you ignore him. even your vocal cords are too tired to move after the exhausting day you’ve had, both physically and emotionally.
mingyu appears in the room a moment later. “i thought i heard you come home,” he says, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, but it instantly falls when he sees how tired you look. “is everything okay, baby?”
you hum in reply, shaking your head slightly, but don’t elaborate. you don’t need to; mingyu always seems to know exactly what you need without pushing you too much.
“okay,” he says, sitting down on the armrest next to you. he smooths your hair off your forehead, tucking it behind your ear slowly. instinctively you lean further into his hand, and he cradles your head in his arm.
“well, i was gonna make dinner, but we could get takeout instead, that fried chicken you like? maybe watch a movie?” he tries a smile and rubs his other hand gently along your thigh, massaging your tired muscles.
you sigh, the pain in your legs slowly beginning to subside as his tender fingers work their magic on you. “honestly, gyu, baby, i just want a sandwich.”
“mmkay.”
your eyes still closed, you feel the seat lift as he stands, giving your thigh one more stroke.
you hear his soft footsteps shuffle out of the room, and it occurs to you that despite how big and tall a man he is, he has the most gentle presence you’ve ever seen. each little touch is laced with a kind of sweetness all his own, and it makes you feel so lucky, knowing firsthand how much love is stored in his big, burly body.
you start to feel yourself falling asleep, but you fight to stay awake a little longer, for mingyu’s sake. it feels like only a few seconds have passed, but soon you hear him return, padding into the living room with a soft “sweetheart…”
you finally pry open your eyes to see him standing above you, plate in hand.
“here you go,” he says, handing the plate down to you, along with a neatly folded paper napkin. “ham, mayo, lettuce, the way you like it.”
you reach out and take it from him, managing a weak smile when you see the familiar joy in his eyes at doing something good for you. he’s always been good to you; never when you ask for it, but always when you need it.
you sit up a little straighter in the chair, setting the napkin on your lap. as your eyes begin to focus, you don’t miss the way he’s cut your sandwich neatly into triangles. you mentioned in passing once that you liked your sandwiches cut like that, and he’s made them that way ever since.
as you pick up part of the sandwich to take a bite, he gets up and moves towards the edge of the room, sliding the dimmer switch on the wall down a bit.
“thought it might be too bright,” he says shyly when you glance up at him. “you seem like you need some rest.”
“mhm,” you reply, chewing, savoring each small bite. it’s such a simple thing, but mingyu makes perfect sandwiches every single time. always the right proportions, never too much mayo, and just enough lettuce. it’s as if you can feel the time and care he puts into prepping it exactly how you like, the very best quality he has to offer you.
right now, if you had to choose, you’d say this one is the best sandwich you’ve had in a long time. probably your entire life. the meal, or mingyu, or maybe both, are slowly helping you regain your energy, and you find the strength to bring your legs up and sit cross-legged on the chair, the plate balanced in your lap.
mingyu’s sat at the couch next to your chair, watching you eat. it’s awkward, you admit, but his presence is comforting. even when you don’t have the energy to do much more than sit and grunt responses, he looks at you like you created the world with your bare hands, the corners of his mouth upturned in an infatuated smile he probably doesn’t even realize he’s smiling.
feeling a little better, you finish your sandwich and start to uncross your legs to stand, but before you can get very far mingyu jumps up to stop you.
“i got it,” he says, taking the plate from your hands. “don’t you worry about anything.”
you give him a smile, this time a little brighter, and he grins his puppy dog grin and walks back to the kitchen to wash your plate.
while he’s out of the room you get up and move to the couch, sliding the blanket that hangs on the back of it off and onto your lap. when mingyu returns his whole face lights up, seeing you next to his spot on the couch.
“still want to watch a movie?” you ask, suppressing a small yawn.
he nods, still grinning, and turns the lights all the way down before taking his place beside you. “if that’s what you want, honey,” he says as he relaxes into the cushions and spreads his arm out along the back of the couch, inviting you to move in closer.
you snuggle into his side, leaning your head back into his collarbone and wrapping the blanket around the both of you.
a comfortable quiet hangs in the air as the tv plays softly in the background, barely noticeable save for the flickering lights cutting through the dark.
you sigh, letting your eyes fall shut again. “thank you,” you mumble through another yawn.
he brushes his arm around you, pulling you a little bit closer onto his lap. he doesn’t respond, and you don’t need him to. you just want this moment to last forever, cuddled up, enjoying every second you have with this perfect man and his perfect smile and his perfect sandwiches.
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So little darlin', I beg
Don't you worry your head
Just turn the light real low
Hold me and kiss me
Real slow
#brokeback mountain#ennis del mar#jack twist#lucas hedges#mike faist#annie proulx#brokeback mountain fanart#brokeback mountain art#my art#i hope i can give this to them as prints when i see the show in a few weeks c':
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florence pugh's various roles
↳ happy birthday, mars!! (@maximilff)
@lgbtqcreators bingo challenge | free choice (template)
#*creative#*network#peopleedit#fpughedit#florencepughedit#filmedit#florence pugh#mars tag 🧀#usermartian#femaledaily#bbelcher#userahne#usermaguire#userhallie#usernorah#tuserlucie#tusermiles#tuserabbie#userairi#c*
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I finally watched Brokeback mountain yesterday. I know I said ‘yesterday’, but I’m still fucking unwelL-
#no because I heard it was sad but#i DIDNT EXPECT IT TO ACTUALLY MAKE ME SOB??#the way my face immediately fell when I saw the [D E C E A S E D] stamp#THE HORROR I FELT#I WAS LIKE ‘No… you’re joking’#AND THE WAY HE HUNG THE BLOODSTAINED SHIRT AND THE POSTCARD#AS A MEMORY#that movie was beautiful#horrifying#and disgustingly sad you can’t do this to me#brokeback mountain#jack twist#ennis del mar#movies#*grips the carpet and screams at the top of my lungs#cherrii.txt#I’m#not okay I’m not okay#HOW DO PEOPLE TAKE THIS MOVIE FOR A JOKE#IM SO CONFUSED
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It wasn’t fair.
It was an accident, and it was painful and embarrassing and terrifying and horrible and stupid, but it was mine.
It is mine.
It’s mine, and I am going to cherish it.
Don’t take my death from me.
#lizzie ldshadowlady#ldshadowlady#trafficblr#secret life smp#traffic life series#can you tell I’m still not over Lizzie’s death#the inherent tragedy of having your own death taken from you#I think I’m slowly becoming the biggest c! Lizzie defender and supporter ever /j#Mars’s rambles
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HI HI HI do you maybe perhaps have a sona I’m asking for totally not art related reasons Smiles and Nods
HI ROSE HI HI!!!! i have a minecraft skin if that counts as a sona? here he is :D !!!!
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am i the only one who has a boiling hatred for fanon ghostbur?
Like--- I'm neutral about canon ghostbur.
But i really really hate how so many people went as far as saying that Ghostbur was all the good parts of Wilbur.
That is just so wrong---- ghostbur has the good memories, but not all the good parts. it just drives me nuts.
ghostbur wasn't good for c!tommy or anyone coping with wilbur's death
it wasn't his fault, but people need to stop depicting him as they do
ohohoho i specifically waited to get to this until i had my laptop because i love me some character analysis! so. lets talk ghostbur!
disclaimer: these are opinions, i didnt write the character, this is just how id analyze ghostbur and audience portrayal of him
so something i think people dont note about ghostbur a lot is the fact that he is not wilbur in a much more real sense than people realize. something that revivebur kind of touches on but people dont really note (in my opinion) is the way the memories and your actions during memories actually shape you as a person. ghostbur could never be all the good parts of wilbur because without the negative memories, he could never have knowledge of how he can be good in negative scenarios, like being good towards tommy in darker times. this is one of the biggest things that makes ghostbur not healthy for the characters around him, and why wilbur being revived is so important to wilbur's overall character arc
ghostbur is the image of wilbur if he never dealt with significant problems, never caused problems or engaged in them, because he only has good memories, he's never seen himself in a negative situation (think to how ghostbur reacts to philza telling him fundy wants to be "adopted" by someone else (i cant remember who at the moment))
when people tell him of his own negative consequences, he literally cannot react in a way of genuine remorse. he feels guilt because he learns that the living version of himself did those things, but he cant actually give any apology that would be beneficial to anyone involved. ghostbur cant apologize for something he cant remember doing because he doesn't know why he acted in those ways.
we can contrast this with when revivebur tries to later apologize (im thinking particularly to fundy) and how when fundy asks why he did those things, he tells him about how he wasn't well mentally. even though fundy doesn't accept the apology (in a very. drastic way), revivebur can actually acknowledge his own motivations, which allows him to actually have a chance as being forgiven.
ghostbur doesnt know any of those motivations, which is why his character is unhealthy. he is literally a ghost of the man he once was, so even though people want genuine answers, before knowing he was going to be revived, they had to realize that ghostbur is basically a punching bag for them to push their issues with c!wilbur onto because ghostbur cant actually respond in any meaningful way in terms of remorse and forgiveness.
also, as for the audience portrayal, i think people got very caught up on the "sweet ghost boy" image rather than what he actually is and how he actually affects the characters. he literally haunts them and reminds them of all the trauma c!wilbur gave them, while knowing that he can't actually answer for any of it because he doesn't remember hurting them
its a very famous philosophical argument (i believe by kant) about the concept of "if someone has no memory of committing a crime, can they actually serve time for it?" because if you have no memory of doing something, can you actually learn from and grow from your experiences?
because ghostbur cant. and thats what hurts the people around him so much. people like c!tommy and c!philza who geniunely care about c!wilbur and want him to be okay know that ghostbur is not that answer because he can't grow from memories he doesnt remember playing a part in, so it hurts to see someone you love be constantly stuck in place of never being able to grow and never being able to answer for all the things you want to ask.
ghostbur is so important to c!wilburs arc because he reminds people not to seek justice on those who can't answer for it. some people actually recognize this, some don't, and some just avoid him like a plague because it hurts.
#mar answers#ghostbur#character analysis#dsmp analysis#ghostbur analysis#anon :3#i love character analysis so much#i have so much more i could say on ghostbur#but my thoughts are so jumbled that i'd need to create a whole character essay on the philosphical concepts behind his character#dsmp#c!wilbur#warden shes out again and shes cwilbur posting
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Commission of Tychons from Forges of Mars just vibin' for @stock-human!
#forges of mars#linya tychon#vitali tychon#adeptus mechanicus#tech priest#techpriest#admech#c: art for others#f: 40k#m: digital#c: best of#2024
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Wait are you playing Mar c in icewind dale nvm we already know so much about Mar c (positive)
nope, Mar C is going into Out of the Abyss next week 🥰it's easy to know everything about Mar C bc they're very open and a simple creature <3
~let's talk OCs~
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Edo & Ciro
#mare fuori#mare fuori gifs#the sea beyond#gifs#gifset#edoardo conte#ciro ricci#matteo paolillo#giacomo giorgio#mare fuori 2#mare fuori 3#mare fuori 4#c sta o mar for#edoardo e ciro#carmine di salvo#massimiliano caiazzo#nicolas maupas#filippo ferrari#naditza#filippo e naditza#carmine e nina#rosa ricci#carmine e rosa
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is it like weird if one of them says "whats up" and the other says "chicken butt". how does that land. is it diff if cocksley says it
#is that how they say it in the midwest or on mars or something ive never heard that before#c&c asks
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Comet C/2023 E3 (ZTF) next to Mars // volleywang
#astronomy#astrophotography#solar system#comet#icy body#oort cloud#planet#terrestrial planet#rocky planet#mars#C/2023 E3 (ZTF)
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specific themes and thesis of your veronica mars ppt GO
gahhhh molly .. good golly miss molly .. easier to describe what veronica mars ISN’T rather than try to encompass all that it (she) is !!!!!
gawd ok well. we’re obv exploring class divides and social warfare and the haves versus have nots. grief is touching foreheads w revenge and they’re holding hands, spinning in circles, melding into eo until one cannot be separated from the other. it’s witty and smart and CAMPY AS HELL (these aren’t real themes but if the met gala can do it so can i!!). and we’ve got so. so much tragedy -- this takes up like 20+ cumulative slides. and also loss and corruption .. justice and morality (@veronica “someone always has to pay” mars) and then i think i'd finish us off w my top fifteen depictions of LoVe (@logan “lives ruined, bloodshed, EPIC” echolls) LOVE !! which is ofc melded right in w that grief & revenge as the catalyst for literally every single thing that happens from minute one of the pilot on to 10 mins before the end of s4 credits roll.
tldr; my lazy girl thesis statement - in the wise words of sheriff don lamb :: veronica mars is…smarter than me. and so is the show for which she’s named <3
#and then after i go through every episode of s1-3 + movie scene by scene i look rob thomas in the eye and make him explain to me why#the fuck he decided not to let veronica ~roll around in the mud~ to root out the corruption in neptune once and for all.. we coulda had the#overarching plot of her and weevil and logan and wallace and mac (!!!) and even DICK all using their combined genius & skills & resources t#go up against those deputies w swimming pools and yet .. and yet..........#nobody messes w MY obligatory psychotic jackass and gets away w it ☹️☹️#well here is where ik we differ in viewpoints : )) c u in ur inbox soon... hehehe MWAHHH xx#molly tag#veronica mars
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