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queenshelby · 1 day

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Our Little Secret (Part 44)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,

With the Oscars approaching rather quickly now, Cillian had to travel a lot, collecting his awards, giving interviews, and attending countless parties. He was barely home and did not see you and Mara often . It was tough for both of you, but you knew that it was only temporary.

One morning, as you put Mara in her crib for her nap, you thought about how much you missed Cillian and his touch. The past couple of nights had been rough and you were feeling especially lonely and vulnerable being on your own.

Cillian called you every day , but it just wasn't the same as having him here in your arms.

His voice was distant and tired, and you knew he was burdened with his awards and the obligations that came with them.

You missed the warmth of his embrace, the way his fingers traced patterns on the skin of your upper arm, the softness of his breath whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

But he promised you that soon, he would make it up to you and, when he arrived back in town, he was true to his word.

The first thing he did was throw his suitcases to the side and pick up Mara, making her giggle with laughter as he tickled her.

It was a sight that warmed your heart. Cillian being a father to Mara was just incredibly endearing and watching them together made you feel like you were part of a beautiful family.

"I missed you both so much," Cillian said, his voice filled with warmth as he looked at you and Mara.

"We missed you too," you replied, your eyes softening as you looked at him, the longing in your heart easing just a little at the sight of him holding your daughter.

You walked over to them, wrapping your arms around Cillian's waist as you leaned into him, taking in his scent, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

He turned his head to press a kiss on the top of your head, his arm tightening around you as he held you close.

"But, both Mara and I watched you, on TV, didn't we sweet girl?" you asked, looking at Mara, referring to the recent award show where Cillian had won best actor. Cillian had been traveling to various events and awards shows for weeks on end and though you were incredibly proud of him, you missed him dearly. He was only back for a few days before leaving again, and you cherished the limited time you had with him.

"Did you, Babygirl?" Cillian smiled softly, looking down at Mara as she kicked her tiny legs, playing with the string on his hoodie. "And what did you think? Was daddy's speech okay?" he asked Mara , shifting his focus from you to his daughter. You smiled, watching as he began to tickle Mara again, who giggled and squirmed in his arms.

He loved Mara more than anything else in this world , and it showed every time he interacted with her.

Watching him, your heart swelled with pride, and you couldn't help but feel grateful that he was a part of your life.

But you couldn't shake off the unease that still lingered in your heart.

Cillian had been acting strangely towards you recently, and it had been bothering you. You didn't know what it was, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

***

A few days before you were all heading to Los Angeles for the Academy Awards, you found Cillian on the phone in your living room, his voice low and tense.

"You need to stop calling me," he muttered, running a hand through his hair and, of course, you wondered who was calling him. You were about to ask him, but then he turned around and caught you watching him. He quickly hung up the phone, his eyes widening for a moment before he forced a smile onto his face.

"Hey," he said, his voice a little too bright and cheery.

"Everything okay?" you asked, your eyes narrowing slightly as you studied him. Cillian hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, everything's fine," he said, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You looked up at him, searching his face for any signs of what had just happened, but he wore a mask of calmness that was impossible to penetrate.

"Who called?" you asked eventually though, and Cillian sighed, his arms tightening around you.

"Amanda," he admitted grudgingly, the name heavy with displeasure and you frowned, your heart clenching in your chest.

"Amanda?" you repeated, your voice wavering slightly. "Why is she calling you?" you asked, your tone curt and accusatory.

Cillian stared at his shoes, swallowing hard as he tried to find the right words. "She...she wanted to talk," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

"About what?" you demanded, anger growing within you. You could feel your heart racing as a thousand thoughts ran through your mind.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "It's nothing."

But you weren't convinced. Something was definitely off, but you weren't sure what it was. "It's never nothing with this woman," you said, your voice low and tense.

Cillian sighed, looking up at you with a pained expression. "Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know what she wants Y/N. I told her not to call again," Cillian said, his voice strained.

But you knew that was never the end of things with Amanda. She was Cillian's ex-girlfriend, a successful lawyer, who he had been with before you got back together. And even though he had assured you that they had nothing left between them, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more going on.

"You know, I never understood why you never had her charged by the police after what she did. But since you didn't, the least she could do now is leave us alone," you added, in a tone filled with equal parts disappointment and concern.

Cillian sighed deeply, his arms still tightly wrapped around your waist. "I know, and I've told her that as well. But you know how she can be," he said, his voice soft with regret.

You nodded, remembering the confrontation you had witnessed between them before even when they were still together. It was pathetic and extremely dramatic which was something you never understood about Amanda. She was always demanding attention and control from him, and it felt suffocating, like there was no space left for you in their relationship.

"I am sorry Cills. I just don't like that she still calls you," you confessed to him, leaning back into his arms as he held you tightly, "You should probably block her number or something."

Cillian squeezed you a little tighter, understanding what you were saying. "I know," he replied, his voice soothing as he continued to hold you. "I will. I am sorry, but you know you have nothing to worry about Y/N. I love you, just you, with all my heart," Cillian said, nuzzling his face into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. You could feel his chest quiver as he spoke, a testament to his conflicting emotions.

In the end though, you believed him. After all, he had never given you any reason to doubt his feelings for you, and you knew that his love for Mara would always come before anything else.

In just a few days, you would be making your first very public outing as a couple, attending the Academy Awards together and this was something you knew he wouldn't just do with anyone. He was a private person and the fact that he wanted you by his side despite his fame and fame-fueled temptations spoke volumes.

Days passed, and the preparations for the red-carpet event began to take over his house which you visited with Mara during the day. He had stylists visit for the both of you and, between getting fitted for a designer gown and having your hair cut for the event, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of nerves.

You hadn't been to events like these before and the thought of a hundred cameras flashing in your direction was unnerving.

But Cillian reassured you that everything would be fine. He had been attending award shows for years and knew exactly what to expect and, in the end, you believed him.

You were as ready as you possibly could be for his big day but, little did you know that, on that day, your whole life would be turned around.

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saltwatergirl6 · 3 days

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EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS A PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION, EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS A LIE.

jason grace x f!neptune!reader

warning: jason is kinda a bop in this, reader is referred to as a blonde

a/n: wrote this at 4am so it’s probably really stupid, but i was thinking of writing hcs for a part 2? idk would y’all read that?

growing up at camp jupiter meant being a soldier, a warrior with no life outside of their duties, a disciplined demigod with no mistakes ever made. this mindset messed up a lot of the kids’ mind, awarding them with different mental illnesses that they wouldn’t be experiencing if their lives were just, normal.

normal could mean a lot of things, but jason grace lost the touch of it a long time ago.

what was normal? being a mortal in high school or spending his everyday life in camp jupiter?

none of these options were available to him, because in the middle of his quest to save the queen of the heavens, he felt more confused than ever, his memories slowly coming back, but in little snippets, unnecessary things were being brought back to him, such as a certain scent that reminded him of… he didn’t remember who. he was surely going crazy.

and the blurred face of a girl he saw every time he ever got the chance to fall into hypnos’ domain certainly did not help the situation. maybe he did something so terrible in the past that he didn’t even get the chance of sleeping undisturbed, but what did he do? he didn’t even remember.

the question that bore into the mind of a mere reader would’ve been, 'what did he even remember?’ an oblivion, absolute nothingness.

and his two apparent friends, leo and piper.

while piper seemed to not be much of a friend, she still kept her patience.

jason, being the selfless soul he was, always managed to put everyone else before himself, he was worried that he was breaking piper’s heart by his amnesia, which, by the way, was not his fault either, but who else was there to blame? truthfully, no one.

while the quest was ongoing, he managed to get used to being apart of the trio, managing to fall more and more in love with the mystery that was piper mclean, or so he thought.

piper was absolutely gorgeous, in her own unique way, she was something to be looked at, to be admired and treated with care and love, but the world that they got exposed into, certainly was not up to the standard jason wanted piper to be put at.

she was also a total knockout, pretty, smart and really unique, what more could a guy want?

right?

then why did the ocean breeze randomly flow through his nostrils when jason was not anywhere near an ocean? what about the blonde soft wavy hair he always saw in his dreams, or the laugh he heard during one of those dreams. something about the girl in his dreams made jason’s life way more complicated, he could not get her out of his head, but how could he? it’s like the gods above truly did not want anything to be remotely normal in his life.

was it all just a set-up, was he cursed? or was he simply going insane over a woman he had never met? it had to end.

apparently the blonde from his dreams did not even exist, he described her to a lot of people, but not one person in camp half-blood knew anything, so he gave up.

the argo II had to be built and they had to fight mother earth, gaea, along with quite a lot of giants, girl problems could wait.

while keeping himself busy, he found his sweet escape to be piper, maybe what was between them was real, it wasn’t just venus having “fun” for a bit and making him insane? he still got dreams from time to time, but they didn’t corrupt his whole time.

but a few months passed, his and piper’s relationship was going well, they were just days away from going to camp jupiter, while going there to find the rest of the eight demigods from the great prophecy was the goal, maybe he could find her there?

and just like that, thoughts and dreams about the mysterious ocean girl slowly came back.

until the day they finally landed in camp jupiter. pieces of jason’s memory came back to him, but not all of it, but everything seemed to click the second he got the chance to actually look around the (not-so) familiar territory.

his hand intertwined with piper’s, he entered camp jupiter, he noticed annabeth running off to a black haired boy, who he assumed to be percy jackson, since that was the guy everyone seemed to be looking for ever since his arrival.

but right next to percy, stood a girl, but not just any pretty girl, her.

the girl from his imagination.

she quickly noticed jason, running over to him and pulling him into a hug, he noticed slight tears in her eyes that weren’t willing to spill.

jason was stunned, his hand was still holding piper’s, until it wasn’t, he felt it let go.

but jason had your arms around him, which felt better than anyone elses.

“i missed you, jase.” you said quietly, in a tone barely above a whisper.

“i-i’m sorry, i don’t remember.”

“percy told me it was a possibility, i just never thought you’d forget me, after all that we’ve been through. he remembered things about annabeth, did you really forget all about me?” a single stray tear managed to escape your eyes, raised in camp jupiter, crying was not something you were used to, but given the circumstances, what else were you supposed to do? sit around and smile like nothing happened, like you didn’t just realise that the love of your life forgot about you? “no, i’m sorry, it’s not your fault, i can’t blame that on you.” you quickly added, noticing how much pressure you put on the boy you loved.

“jason, what’s going on?” that was the voice of the girl jason came back with, sweet as honey. did he find a replacement? have you commited a sin so unforgivable that the gods had to punish you this way? he held her hand, they came in happily, you weren’t needed.

“i don’t know, look, let’s just go and find annabeth, she’ll know what to do.” jason simply shrugged away from your uncounter, living the girl of his dreams in tears, standing there, empty.

and it certainly did not help that jason and his newfound girlfriend were on the ship too, so you couldn’t really be miserable all the time.

you had to put in the effort.

that same night, as you were about to go to bed in your cabin, percy came in to check on you and you suddenly got the urge to tell him about all of your emotions and thoughts, since he was a great listener and also probably the only person who could cheer you up.

so you told him, if you couldn’t trust your brother, who could you trust? you told him some details he didn’t already know about your and jason’s complicated relationship and about him and his new girlfriend.

jason’s cabin was the one opposing yours, so he got a bit confused and almost opened the door to your cabin, but he heard your voice, and his name a few times too, so he did something absolutely irresistible, eavesdropping.

“it was complicated for so many years, and when we finally confessed, 3 months later he just disappeared one morning, i count every minute he was a way, and he came back with a new girlfriend, what did i do to venus so horrible? she gave me a hair comb once after a quest, she doesn’t like hate me or something, right? or does that mean my hair is really messy?” you kept on rambling.

“shh, i don’t know about jason, but if he’s willing to break your heart like that, i’m not gonna be okay with it, goodnight, y/n.” percy kissed your forehead.

“night, perce.”

just as percy walked out of the cabin, he saw jason standing by the door.

“hope you heard all that, buddy.” he mumbled.

if jason thought he was going insane months ago, he for sure knows he’s insane by now.

around a week has passed since that night, jason admired you from far away, getting reminded of why he fell in love with you all those years ago.

it was a quiet evening, some calm and peace, the typical calm before the storm vibes were around.

and it sure ended up being a storm that night for jason grace. he had been thinking about ending things with piper, since remembering things were making him all confused, all of the fake memories were faded too, so their relationship was hanging by a thread, which piper tore that night.

“we need to talk.” piper exclaimed, her tone sounded serious, not the usual cheery and soft.

“is everything okay?” jason asked, knowing that in fact nothing was okay, but he could only use a filler sentence, he didn’t have much of a heart to say anything else.

“what’s going on with you and y/n? i know you two dated, but i see the way you act around each other, you’re not over it, neither of you, and whatever this is going on with us is simply not satisfying neither me or you, so, are you cool with staying friends?” piper stated casually, without much worry on her face.

“i’m sorry pipes, it wasn’t fair to you.” jason tried apologising, but got interrupted.

“it’s fine, but she loves you, i can tell, go talk to her before it’s too late.” that was it, the awakening point, jason immediately stormed into her cabin.

“i fucked up, i’m really in love with you.” he exclaimed, and boy, did that sentence change everything.

it did.

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Hello! Another day, another ask from yours truly. I was wondering what the "first knife" is? I've seen a few people mention it in relation to the shot of the veiled figure holding the shard of glass from the launch trailer, and i've never heard of this in lore. But it sounds pretty important, so now I'm curious. Thank you :)

It's referring to one of Unveiling's pages, called The First Knife. So the easiest and shortest answer is: we don't know! :D

But people have been speculating and trying to decipher it for years, as with all things from Unveiling, which I believe is a little bit of a futile thing to try and do because Unveiling is a metaphorical religious text. Essentially. It's been recently strongly implied that this text was written by the Witness pretending to be something else and using its lies and metaphores to convert the Guardians to its side (Unveiling was first released during Shadowkeep, before we knew about the Witness).

In The First Knife page, the author of the text is continuing with the explanation of, basically, how the universe began, through allegorical language. The Gardener and the Winnower argue about how things should be, the Gardener decides to insert itself "into the game" (the universe?) and this makes the Winnower "discover the first knife." It appears to be an allegorical way of saying that concept/idea of violence was invented, essentially. More under for length:

The Winnower appears to represent a specific concept that the Witness is pushing for which we know better as the sword logic: you have prove your right to exist and if you can't, you will be killed and therefore you never mattered at all. The Hive used this philosophy to eradicate countless of species, and so did the Witness with its disciples. This philosophy of winnowing is something that the Witness' species felt like was necessary in the universe to give meaning to everything that exists; there cannot just be the "meaningless" creation of the Gardener, there has to be a Winnower who will enact the violence and cull those that aren't worthy of existing.

The First Knife in that case would be a sort of a symbolical representation of the winnowing and how it all started. This is also referenced again in the lore book Inspiral, from Lightfall, in the page called Winnowing (last two pages of Inspiral read like a continuation of Unveiling):

It is the winnower that discovers the first knife, but it is not done without the gardener. This, too, is a tradition: a knife does not come to exist without something that must be cut. A woody stem, a colored petal, a vital vessel. The first victims of the blade.

It goes on to end the whole lore book with:

There can be no gardens without knives.

Which to me sounds like an attempt to convince us that the universe cannot exist without those that would do what the Witness is doing. That someone has to winnow, someone has to use the knife to cut things away. And to add to that, it could also reflect this idea that all of life is suffering, that there is no meaning to anything anyone does, that most lifeforms aren't worthy of existing and that a winnower in the universe will makes things better. That the universe should be made better by bringing on the final shape.

Seeing that veiled figure (which may be representing the Witness' species) with a shard of glass/rock (?) that looks like a sharp threatening object (knife?) sparked people's imaginations! It could be a representation of this concept, perhaps, or something completely unrelated. But the appearance of the veiled figures is so interesting because until now we've not had any explanation for them, other than their connection to the Pyramids/Darkness.

Now, at least from the few trailer shots, it seems likely that they represent the Witness' species or that they're in some form connected to that or some other symbol from the Witness' time as a civilisation. We've seen them as statues with the Witness' species and in all Pyramids. Curiously, the one in the Witness' flagship Pyramid appears to be tucked away in a hidden room, as if the Witness did not want it in a place of prominence; possibly signifying its attempt to detach itself from its roots? This is my old post about it before we knew of the Witness' origins.

We might find out some concrete information about the veiled figures in TFS; that would be really cool! They've been a sort of a constant since Shadowkeep and have been the cause of many debates and much speculation! Nothing I said here is in any way conclusive or final, naturally.

In any case, that image of the veiled figure with the sharp object could be a representation of a member of the Witness' species with the first knife, symbolically showing us how they discovered the philosophy of winnowing and dedicated themselves to it so completely that it turned the entire civilisation into this malicious angry entity.

A lot of people are also once again speculating that this could be representing the Winnower, a separate entity from the Witness, similar to the Gardener (Traveler). This is something a lot of people expected and wanted ever since Unveiling was revealed which was always a little bit weird to me because Unveiling openly describes itself as an allegory. A lot of people were disappointed that the Witness was shown as our big bad and some still expect there to be something even bigger and badder than the Witness, which I just don't think would make sense or would be beneficial to anything.

The story of Destiny has always been about choice. Repeatedly throughout every piece of information we've been told over and over that Light and Darkness are tools; they do not inherently tell us anything about their wielders. Using the Light does not make you inherently good, as we've seen from the stories of early Lightbearers; bloodthirsty violent Warlords. And more recently, as we've started learning more about Darkness, it repeatedly became apparent that simply using the Darkness does not make you evil; from the creation of the Awoken, through Drifter's Gambit, and all the way to Stasis and Strand and all the extra information about the Darkness and its users throughout the universe, we've known that this isn't an evil force by default. This was fully and completely confirmed in Lightfall; Light and Darkness aren't opposing moral forces, but the Witness desperately thinks they should be so it shapes itself to oppose the Traveler.

So there being a Winnower that governs all of Darkness which is an even bigger enemy to us than the Witness would just be bizarre to me, because Darkness is not inherently anyone's enemy. It's much bigger than that, as a fundamental force of the universe, as much as the Light is; it is our choice to use it that turns it into what it is. Our choices give morality to our tools, not the other way around. I personally really enjoy this because it creates a much richer world where you can't simply point at a Darkness user and say "evil." Darkness as a force of memories and emotions and history and thought and consciousness is so much more interesting to me than there being some evil Winnower. The Witness misinterpreting this and twisting the Darkness into just being "winnowing" is so much more fitting because it's about choice: the Witness' species chose to do that and they were wrong.

The "knife" allegory fits here as well, because a knife is not inherently good or bad; it's about your choice how to use it. The Witness chose to use it as a weapon.

Obviously, as I said before, none of this is final or complete. And who knows? It's possible that some information may be revealed in the future that turns everything upside down again and maybe there is another entity somewhere. But I'm mostly interested in the stuff we do know, rather than "what if" speculations simply because if we go by that, we could make any option sound true and plausible.

Also, in one of the early lore pieces, a grimoire from D1 which is from the POV of the Traveler, also mentions this imagery of a knife:

The knife had a million blades. And you were giant, powerful and swift. But the knife pinned you. Cut your godly flesh away. ... The knife stole much more than your body.

This is the Traveler most likely recounting the Collapse. The whole "knife" thing has been mentioned a lot throughout the lore, though only in these fairly metaphorical pieces. However, people have been looking into it for a long time and Unveiling turned this whole thing into a big debate and point of speculation. Inspiral reignited it 4 years later and now we also got this brief little snippet from the trailer so everyone is out here losing it and will continue losing it until we finally play. I am honestly hoping that some of this will never be fully explained and that some of it will always remain in this state of almost religious metaphor.

So long answer? We still don't know. But it's something people love thinking about and debating so this is why everyone is discussing it and how it might relate to that phrase, "the first knife." A lot more could be said as well, probably triple the size of this post.

Highly recommend (re)reading Unveiling, but also Inspiral and TFS CE. Unveiling remains my favourite lore book of all time, because to me, it only gains in its brilliance the more people question it. It's such a unique piece of writing that can be a complete lie, a complete truth, or something in between, depending on who you ask. It's a mythology without full context, a religious text and propaganda, possibly with some truth sprinkled in. And we may never know which pieces of the text are which. Perfect.

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the-irken-pony · 1 day

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Compilation of disorganized facts (and derived headcanons) about The Henry Stickmin Collection's "narrator"

First thing’s first, since I typed more than I should’ve for a single bullet point.

Who is this “narrator” anyways?

In this post I’m talking about the implied source of the fail screens, bios, and certain other interactions in the game (which I’ll get into as we go. It’s implied that this character is the same across these different sources of meta interactions.

It is possible that this character is a self-insert of PuffballsUnited, but for the sake of this post we'll assume that this isn't Actually Puff. I feel weird tying my blorbo detail-plucking thoughts to an actual person and don’t want anyone making assumptions about Puff based on anything listed here, plus certain things may be added, exaggerated, omitted, etc. to the character for comedic effect in a way that further delineates the two. (tl;dr narrator ≠ author)

The wiki (derogatory) notes a theory that this character could be Wilson Stone. Granted, it’s not an entirely groundless theory: there is no message on the fail screen for D.E.B., which could be seen as a result of Wilson dying. I disagree with this for a couple of reasons: Wilson is referred to in the third person in his bio, the narrator makes a disdainful comment about the CCC having a surplus of nukes in CtM (there’s little reason for Wilson to be opposed to nukes but not a dark energy bomb), and Wilson’s voice is different from the narrator’s (I’ll get to that later).

The general fandom consensus that I've seen uses "the narrator", but this character/being/whatever isn't known by any name officially, nor any pronouns. For simplicity's sake, I'll refer to this character as "the meta" or “the meta voice” and use they/them and it/its interchangeably for them (partly to distinguish from the large surplus of male characters). I prefer “meta” over “narrator” and “commentator” because it doesn’t really narrate anything, it gives more than just commentary, and just because it rolls off the tongue better.

More on the meta

It comments frequently on Henry’s stupidity, but it’s hard to truly baffle them. Not that Henry hasn’t managed to before in fails such as Cheese and Distract.

Getting the obvious out of the way, they’re known to crack jokes of all sorts, including memes, wordplay, references, & callbacks.

Lots of these jokes are at the expense of Henry, the player, or someone else. It frequently makes disparaging comments about the player or Henry in general; more common jabs include fatphobic comments toward Henry or making fun of the player’s poor skill.

Speaking of Henry and the player, it typically uses “you” for both you (the player) and Henry himself, but it does also differentiate between us and Henry, such as in the Duplicatorange fail and Toppy fails, even noting you to not be a stick figure

Not only are they aware of the player and Henry as separate, but they’re also aware that you’re playing a game.

The meta seems to have the most control over the timeline, including what counts as a “fail” and when a fail cuts off, as shown in the duplicatorange and invisibility pill fails.

It has a certain amount of control over the nature of the game itself. The slingshot fail in FtC has them creating various popups that the player must click through to get an achievement. This power isn’t limitless though: the CorrupTick fail in particular shows that things can fall out of their control.

They’re capable of summoning objects (this is implied in Dance Off v4 and outright confirmed in the Lockpick fail).

The free transform option also shows that it has the ability to directly alter people in-universe. The mind control fail implies that it may also be able to outright control people to an extent, but finds this difficult and thus avoids doing so.

They seem to exist in a flux state between being “the game master” and simply being a bystander. It knows at least a little bit about nearly every character in the game and has some control over the environment, but it also reacts to events as though it’s just a spectator and seeing things for the first time.

On a related note, they seem to be in a state between being “in” the game and existing outside of it. Things that would wipe out everyone in the vicinity have no effect on it, but things that alter things on a meta level (such as the corrupted disk, Goodball, and CorrupTick fails) do affect them in various ways.

They aren’t omniscient. They have info on nearly everyone, but they don’t know everything. A lot of their comments in fails seem to be guesswork, and their bios for some people, notably Ellie, are very lacking.

It can feel pain. They complain about their ears hurting from the high pitched sound of the sonic pulse. At the same time, it isn’t nearly as sensitive as Henry or other stick figures and can survive the subsonic wave with little consequence.

It can, supposedly, use the bathroom.

The duplicatorange and invisibility pill both imply that the meta voice has some sentimental attachment to Henry, triggering a fail screen whenever they lose track of Henry.

Related to the above, it seems to have a vested interest in keeping Henry alive, despite having killed Henry themself. Revenged is notable as an ending for the fact that Henry dies in every outcome, and The Betrayed isn’t much better in this regard.

It also shows mild concern for Henry’s wellbeing in RPE/RBH, asking him if his head is okay.

While it’s unknown if they know all languages, they do at least seem to know German, specifically commenting on Friedrich Spielen’s nonsensical German.

They can sleep and even dream; in the G-inverter fail they comment that they “had a nightmare like this”. It’s unknown whether they need sleep or if sleep is simply recreational for them.

I don’t know if the above indicates that they used to be affected by gravity or if they simply had a dream about being affected by gravity, but given their ability to simply hover at a point in the air or even outer space, they probably aren’t affected by gravity at any point that we know them.

The meta is aware of other timelines, making a reference to Charles during the helicopter fail in Toppat King.

While it doesn’t have a known physical appearance, it does occasionally emote with hand-drawn “emoticons”, some of which are even animated.

On rare occasions, it can conjure Twitch emotes or even a full animation of a stick figure.

Feel free to add if you think of anything!

#god damn this has been sitting in my drafts too long lol #henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #thsc #mine #analysis #(sorta?)#long post

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sharpth1ng · 3 days

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Do you have any tips for writing? Or you just go with the flow and hope for the best

I do have tips yeah, but keep in mind this is just how it works for me, there are probably lots of different approaches that are equally good.

My writing is pretty character driven so that drives a lot of my process.

When I'm writing I want to have a sense of how a character experiences the world, so I ask myself questions like this:

-Are they more cerebral, in their head? Or are they more sensory -How much tolerance do they have for bad things and feelings? -How do they react when something good happens? -Do they celebrate their wins or react with anxiety because winning adds pressure? -Are they embarrassed by compliments or do they take them well? If they're embarrassed do they get flustered or gruff? -Do their outward reactions match the way they feel inside? -Do they lie well? If they do is there anything they can't lie about? -What do they need to feel secure? -What calms them down? -What are their coping mechanisms? Make sure there are some bad ones (I mean that, imo a good character needs real flaws) -Do they speak directly about their feelings or do they talk around things

There's a lot more questions like that that you can ask yourself, and know the answers to those things makes it a lot easier to figure out how they would react to whatever you want to throw at them in the plot. Sometimes a character is going to be resistant to something you want to do and it's worth it to take the time (both IRL and in the plot) to figure out what that character needs to get them to a place where they're ready to react the way you need for the plot point.

Dialogue and Language

Another big thing for me is dialogue, as well as the language you use in general for describing things from a character's perspective. I'm not exactly sure out to describe this exactly, but I'll give an example. Stu uses a lot more casual and shortened language than Billy ('cause, gonna, sayin', ect.), and he's a lot more willing to use goofy slang than Billy is (dope, rad, the bomb).

Both of them use some movie language but Billy uses more- referring to his life plans and experiences as "the plot", referring to his field of view as "the shot", stuff like that.

Billy on the other hand uses slightly more formal, occasionally more dramatic language. He's less likely to use shortened words if he's not actively having sex, and when he swears he's more likely to say fuck than shit. He also refers to a lot more using critical language. Things are stupid, dumb, asinine, ect.

for both of them though I generally try to stick to more common language. Theres lots of fun words in the thesaurus, but if they don't sound like something a 19/20 year old dude would say I'm not going to try to find something else.

Plot

There are different kind of arcs to consider when you're figuring out pacing. For me I try to make sure chapters have an arc- I try to introduce an issue in the start, the characters navigate that through the chapter, and the tension rises toward the end until it comes to a head somehow. In my writing thats often a sex scene or a fight (or both).

I also try to consider the overarching plot. where do I want my characters to end up by the end of the story and what needs to happen to get them there? I don't like introducing plot elements out of nowhere, so I often try to mention things at least in an offhand way before they become important to the plot.

Practically the way I approach this is to figure out plot milestones. as an example for Debaser we start with a choking encounter that results in both of them having a sexual experience. That leads to an exploration of more power/painplay under the guise that it's not sexual, until they get to the point of having to admit that it sexual.

At that point its a slippery slope, especially after Maureens murder, which is a bonding experience. It sort of continues on that way, but they're all steps that move Billy into a place where he's more willing to let himself do what he actually wants.

I'm sure there's more I could say but this is the most useful advice I can think of right now. Basically know your characters! Know more about them than you think you'll need to to write the story, because you'll be shocked how much of it you can use to fill in blanks in a way that feels genuine.

I hope that helps!

#just sharp things #writing tips #debaser fanfic #ask

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Better Not to Know + Pt. 3

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK x FEM READER

Summary: You and Kyle have "the talk." Cue the angst.

Warnings/Tags: explicit language, brief references to sex, profanity, pregnancy, pregnant reader, angst, hurt no comfort, Kyle acts like an ass, BUT there are reasons, no use of Y/N

(Notes: trying to imagine how awkward it would be to tell your random hookup that he's your new baby daddy. Sorry, no beta. Embrace the imperfections.)

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The windows are steamed in the small sandwich shop, rain still pattering down outside.

The smells of baked bread, cold cuts and coffee permeate the air, with a sweet hint of fresh-baked cookies that make your tummy rumble. You now wish you had eaten your lunch before going to pick up your boss' dry cleaning. You really were feeling peckish now, or perhaps it's just nerves making you feel queasy.

You smile up at Kyle— well, it's more like a grimace, but you murmur your thanks as he slides a cup of hot water your way, taking his own seat. He watches you dig through your purse, quirking his brow up when you pull out a packaged tea bag. It's peppermint, something that one of your mates at work suggested you drink to help quell the morning sickness. It usually settles your stomach, but you aren't sure if anything can help that anxious feeling making your gut clench and roil.

You're not ready for this. Not at all.

Your gaze slides past Kyle as you take in the quiet atmosphere of the shop. The table he chose is in the corner, just beside the large plate-glass window with the shop's name painted in stylized letters across it. It would have felt intimate, even romantic to be sitting across from him at the small café table in such a setting, if not for the way he was staring at you. In truth, he still looks mildly shocked and… disappointed?

He's facing you with his own paper cup clasped between his big hands, hands that you still dreamed about every night. Your dreams didn't do his hands or the rest of him justice. He's still one of the most beautiful men you've ever seen. Is it really any wonder that you decided to keep his baby?

Giving your head a slight shake to clear those thoughts from your mind, you concentrate instead on dunking your tea bag, praying you don't look as freaked out as you feel.

You can feel his eyes on you, studying your face before inevitably dropping to your expanded waistline again, something he's been doing since he first saw your very pregnant state. You can tell he's gearing up to say something and try to prepare yourself for it, whatever it may be, but what he says still catches you off guard.

"So, I take it ya've met someone since I saw ya last?"

You blink at him with a confused frown. "Met someone?" you repeat, already shaking your head.

He makes a vague gesture at your midriff. "Your man," he explains, brows dipping together over his sparking, dark eyes. "The father," he finishes in a low mutter.

Your mouth falls open in surprise. Oh, Christ. He thinks you've met some other bloke, that you're carrying some other man's child. It strikes you as absurd, but then again, why wouldn't he think that? He hasn't seen you in over five months, and he knows nothing about you. Nothing at all. Even worse, you now realize that he may have met someone else himself in that time. There might be some bird in his life that you don't even know about yet. Your shoulders slump with an inward groan. You really should have thought this through before agreeing to his invitation.

Giving a more emphatic shake of your head, you murmur, "No, no one. I'm not seeing anyone, not with anyone. It's just me and little bug."

His face clears, and he almost seems relieved by your response before his brows knit together again. "Wait a bloody minute," he mutters, peering into your eyes. "You mean the father's not in the picture at all?" It sounds more like a demand than a question.

God, how do I explain this, you fret, the words already stuttering out of your mouth. "I-I… well, um… actually no he isn't, but—"

Kyle shifts closer, his body tense, shoulders rigid. "Ya sayin' the sorry wanker scraped ya off?" he asks, his voice incredulous and rising enough to draw a few stares from nearby patrons. You notice his hands are clenched into fists on the table.

Your mouth works, but nothing else comes out. God, this is not going as you had hoped. He's not even yet contemplating the idea that the baby might be his. This is going to totally blindside him. How are you, a bird who obviously makes impulsive life decisions on the fly, go about telling a virtual stranger that he's about to be a father?

This is not going to go well...

You're seriously wishing you had begged off his invitation now. You should have put him off, shouldn't have even entertained the notion of telling him yet, at least not until you had come up with a reasonable excuse. Yet what excuse could you give, other than to admit that you had been shockingly irresponsible about the whole thing.

You've always been the responsible one. Never a risk taker, always cautious, careful, no matter the situation. That's not to say you were indecisive, but you usually gave more thought and consideration to important matters like this. Truly, this streak of impulsive behavior you've been displaying of late is insanely out of character for you. You're smart, always on top of things, always responsible, reliable, but for the last five months, you've been anything but that. You blamed it on the hormones, but sitting face-to-face with Kyle again, you're not so sure.

A responsible, intelligent woman would have gone to the chemist's first thing the next day for a Plan B pill. She would have taken herself to the bloody clinic to get checked over to make sure she didn't catch anything after fucking a stranger in the raw. Hell, a responsible bird would have gone straight home from the club and showered, cursing herself for being so stupid while scrubbing the dickens out of her snatch with lots of soap and hot water.

You did none of those things, though you knew you absolutely should be doing all those things. You just... didn't.

Ah, but what did you do?

You went home from the club, kicked off your shoes and fell into bed, not even bothering to pee before passing out, but still gave yourself time to relish the ache between your legs. The next day, you thought about going to the chemist for a pill, but then vegged out on your couch instead. You piddled about your flat, doing dishes and laundry and ordering Chinese for dinner, not bothering to step one foot out your door. Jesus. You even tossed your cum-stained knickers into the wash with a bloody smile on your face, reliving the memory of how well he fucked you.

You knew better, you knew, and yet you did nothing.

You glance up at Kyle and wonder if there's a chance that you can get out of this, but as soon as you look into his eyes, you know that's not going to happen. There's no way you can confess to your own negligence concerning the pregnancy, but you also know that there's no backing out of this either. He's sitting stiff as a board in his seat, eyes locked on you as he awaits your answer.

"Um, well... N-No. I wasn't... um, scraped off. The father, he uh..." You draw in a shaky breath. "I've not had the opportunity to tell him yet, Kyle."

He blinks, confused. "He doesn't know?" He takes on a slightly perturbed expression. "But you're showing. Why haven't ya told him yet? Is he the type of bloke who would scrape ya off?"

That, you honestly don't know. Sure, Kyle seems like a decent enough bloke, at least, that's what you've gathered so far from your short encounter at the club and this brief exchange, but how could you know for certain? You begin to feel ill again at the thought of telling him the truth. Picking up your peppermint tea with a shaky hand, you take a sip, letting your eyes slide off to the side.

"I don't think he's that type of man," you reply. "I mean, I really don't know, but due to the circumstances… hmm…" Christ this cringe. "To be honest, I didn't know how to get in contact with him to let him know. We didn't get around to exchanging phone numbers. Or uh... names."

You say this softly and with obvious hesitance as you finally meet his gaze head-on, letting your eyes flick up to his to relay the deeper meaning of your statement. Then again, maybe you shouldn't have said anything at all, judging by the way Kyle is now looking at you.

No, check that. He's not looking at you; he's glaring at you. And he looks bloody furious.

Kyle settles slowly back in his chair, his face going empty and blank as he takes you in. You can almost see the wheels in his head turning as he processes the information you've just laid out for him. His beautiful lips press into a hard, thin line as he continues to stare at you.

"How far along are ya, exactly?" he asks, his words clipped, eyes intense.

Oh, boy…

"Five— " you croak out, then clear your clotted throat and try again. "Five months. Just a little over five months," you answer in a husky, shaking voice.

Kyle goes completely still, his dark eyes unblinking. You could see him doing the math in his head, saw understanding dawn, saw his expression go slack then morph into something cold and maybe a little bit scary. You feel your heart begin to thump hard in your chest as he leans forward on his elbows to pin you with a hard stare.

"Are ya tryin' t'say that's my baby?" His words are quiet, but his eyes and body language are terrifying.

Biting your lip, you're unable to reply. He does not look happy, not in the least. In fact, he looks right pissed, not that you can blame him for that. For a brief moment you consider lying to him, telling him that it's not his baby, just to wipe that chilling expression off his handsome face, but in the end, you simply nod in confirmation before looking down at your hands twisting in your lap. You flinch when he throws himself back in his chair with a scoff, and you hate the way he's looking at you now.

"Well, that's bloody convenient, innit?" he blurts out with a mean bark of laughter. He shakes his head, eyeing you with clear disbelief and not a little disgust. Huffing out a snide chuckle, he mutters to himself, "Should've bloody known it was too good t'be true. Fuck me." He turns his eyes away as if he can't bear to look at you anymore, and the snub hurts. It hurts something awful.

You feel embarrassment radiate from your body in a scorching tidal wave of heat as more eyes turn your way at his outburst. The prickling, hot sting climbs up from your chest to your neck then sets your head on fire. You can't bear to look at him either, so you drop your nervous gaze to watch your hand as it rubs soothing circles over your protruding stomach, instead. It's more self-soothing than anything else, but you hope it calms the baby as well. He's begun to stir, shifting inside you in reaction to your heightened anxiety.

"I-I-I know this is a big shock, Kyle, but I—"

"Is that why ya were gaggin' for it raw?" he demands, cutting you off. Someone gasps behind you, low murmurs and whispers tweaking your ears. "Fuck, was that your plan all along? Get up the duff by some poor sod, sit back and collect a check every month?"

"What?" you breathe out, stunned at his accusations.

"This whole 'chance meeting'," he sneers, using air quotes. "Was this your play all along, hoping to sucker me in or would any dumb sod ya fucked do in a pinch?"

You rear back as if he landed a physical blow. It feels like your head might explode, his cruel words causing the blood to pound in your ears. You can feel your entire body trembling now, fury and shame coursing through you as a cold, empty feeling settles like a stone in your gut. This is too much, more than you can stand.

Shooting up to your feet, hand splayed protectively over your stomach, you accidentally bump the table. Your tea topples over to run off the edge, but you ignore it as you snatch up your coat and the dry-cleaning bag from the neighboring chair. Hitching your purse up on your shoulder with a shaking hand, you try to hold back the tears stinging your sinuses and burning the backs of your eyes.

"This was a mistake," you mutter in an angry, quaking voice, meant more for yourself than him, but he hears it all the same and nods.

"Yeah, you're right. Huge fuckin' mistake," he agrees, his eyes boring into you as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Breaths panting, you can feel your heart constrict. Christ, he just accused you of trying to trap him, as if you'd use your own baby to try to hook a man or extort money. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. You don't need him, never needed him or any other bloke, for that matter. You make your own way just fine, been doing it for bloody years. You'd planned on raising the baby by yourself, anyway, because you thought you'd never see the handsome stranger you met in the club again. Your baby doesn't need someone as cold and cruel as Kyle Garrick in his life, even if you'd secretly hoped that he would want to be a part of it.

Crossing paths with Kyle again was just dumb fucking luck. You should never have attempted this, should have pretended that someone else was the father or better yet just kept your bloody mouth shut to protect yourself and your baby. God, what a stupid, naïve fool you've been, pining over a man that only really existed in your head. The reality of that man is nothing like what you imagined. Not even close.

Seething with rage, burning with shame, you shuffle away from the table, ready to make a beeline for the entrance when Kyle's hand clamps around your wrist, bringing you to a halt. He glares up at you, eyes snapping with dark fury, his beautiful mouth twisted into an ugly sneer.

"Don't appreciate ya playin' games, pet, tryin' to fob off some other bloke's git on me. A DNA test would prove you're lying, and I'm not dumb enough to not ask for one, no matter how good the pussy was. I'm not one to play with, sweetheart, but ya should consider yourself lucky. Try that with another bloke, it might not work out so well for ya next time. Hope ya've learned your lesson."

A tear escapes to track down your face as his words crack open your heart. "Yeah, Kyle. I learned my lesson very well. Thanks for that, mate." Jerking your arm out of his grasp, you hurry away, not even bothering to grab your umbrella in your haste to escape him.

Kyle fights the urge to follow you, hating that he made you cry, but at the same time wanting to punish you more for dangling something as tempting as a baby in his face. That was a bridge too far for him, offering up that false hope when he knows there's little to no chance of it ever happening.

It's not something he shares with many people. It was a stupid accident during training that resulted in an internal injury that gave way to infection. It was just a little lump in his ball sack and a low-grade fever, but the doc delivered the devastating news once the infection was cleared up. Scarring in the tubes that deliver his sperm. He's shooting blanks, essentially.

He watches you bump into a couple entering the shop, hears your teary apology as you push past them, sees you throw up your hand to deflect the rain. His eyes catch on your brolly leaning in the corner and he snatches it up, opening his mouth to call after you, but you're already out the door and hurrying away before he can even get to his feet. It's not raining too hard, but you'll probably end up soaked through in no time, running out without your umbrella. Didn't even bother putting on your bloody coat before running away.

From him.

His hand clenches around the umbrella, the thin metal spines creaking, then he releases a breath, his grip easing. As fast as it surged through him, his anger is already beginning to ebb, the feeling replacing it making his shoulders slump in abject defeat. Disappointment hangs like a shroud around him, his elation at finding you again leaving a bitter taste in his mouth now.

He thought the universe had seen fit to give him a second chance, bringing you back into his orbit. He'd hardly been able to think of anything else but you for the last five months, only to be confronted with the reality of the woman he'd so badly misjudged. And to think, he went back to that club every night for two weeks in the hopes of seeing you again, cursing his luck when he was deployed and had to leave. He should count it as a blessing that you never showed. Still, it stings, the loss of that hope.

Pushing away from the table, he stands, ignoring the stares and whispers as he takes up his dry-cleaning bag and your umbrella then heads towards the entrance himself. Once out on the sidewalk, he can't stop himself from staring off in the direction you went, but he doesn't spot you among the crowd. Ignoring the twinge of guilt he feels, he turns in the opposite direction and walks away.

part 2 | part 4

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz cod #call of duty #gaz mw2 #cod mw2

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blanchebees · 13 hours

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About the removal of your art from print shops: It's something record labels enforce, as they also make money from merch sales of the bands signed to them. The reason smaller labels do not enforce it might be that it costs time and/or money to monitor platforms (e.g. because it needs to involve a lawyer). These big print shops also have no interest in hosting copyrighted art, as they might be fined (they get a bit of money for printing/hosting the shop and therefore would be making money off of art that belongs to someone else who did not consent to their designs being used).

Contacting the band will extremely likely have zero effect, as they have a contract with the label defining how much money the label gets from merch sales, and the label will enforce getting that money (e.g. by preventing unauthorised merch being sold). There are also contracts in place between the label/band and the merch companies designing and making the official merch. Those employ or pay artists for their art, and for these artists it's their job and they need to get paid. Merch sales are really the main money maker for bands these days and the days where a moderately successful band (compared to pop music) would get rich just from selling music are over. For touring, Sleep Token also has quite a few people involved in addition to the band members (fairly large crew, Espera etc.), who all need to get paid.

A similar art form to fan art is fanfiction and it is widely accepted that it cannot be published for money without changing details of the story referring to the original fandom (especially if the fanfiction is based on a book, film or TV series).

What you could do is have people donate money to you for making fan art (e.g. Kofi). There might also be other ways around it without using big commercial print shops.

In summary, while I understand that you don't mean to make a lot of money from your art, you're simply infringing on someone's copyright. That smaller labels don't enforce it is more of a lucky circumstance for fans selling art rather than necessarily how it should be. People deserve to get paid for their intellectual property and in the best case copyright serves to protect it.

Another problem is that they are also removing normal posts, this one artist got their reels and posts and posts taken down on insta, so it looks like we won't be able to post any fanart at all, which is even worse.

Some had their whole account disabled.

Cosplayers also didn't get affected, when they wear their symbol and some may gain money as well but maybe they will eventually, which would be extremely shitty. Not letting anybody express themselves.

It's just baffling that they're shutting down artists when they bring in the most fans thanks for the effective arts.

I can't force people to donate, buying prints was alright because they get something back but not everyone is gonna donate.

Just don't want to do anything and be affected like this.

#Ask

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reverse unpopular opinon: stargirl 2020

i really, genuinely adore this show.

it's just such a fun time to watch--i'll randomly remember jokes and side bits and start laughing even if in the moment they didn't hit as hard with me because there's just so much casual absurdity that they lean all the way into. there's something so nice about watching a superhero show that actually wants to be a superhero show; characters wear silly costumes and have 40s-sounding codenames and you have to take it seriously because everyone else is taking it seriously. people rag on easter eggs but there are so many little touches that are legitimately just there for comic book fans to notice and they always feel like earnest appreciation--door codes being comic book debut appearances, irwin hasen being an alias crusher uses, congo bill being mentioned on the cover of a my greatest adventure (!!) flyer, and so on--instead of cheap references.

there's foreshadowing in big and small ways! stuff matters! these may seem like small asks but in a lot of a) comics, including ones written by geoff johns and b) dc tv shows, that just... isn't there. it's more competent than a show like the flash just on the grounds that things that happen in one episode matter in the next. which, granted, maybe isn't difficult, but i appreciate the effort.

also, i think the penultimate episode of the show (3x12) is the craziest i have ever gone while watching anything in my entire life.

^live fern reaction

#i could keep going (i was really tempted to start listing even smaller references/parallels to comic scenes)#but i'll cut it here for time #dctv /#dcutv #stargirl #long post #babylon5

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ofstonehaven · 1 year

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The Hasting Siblings:

From top left, you have... Robert, Nora, Ethan, Charlie, Tommy, Jordan, and Savannah.

#this is more for reference than anything else #ch: nora #ch: jordan #ch: savannah #family things (alyson)#family things (nora)#family things (jordan)#family things (savannah)

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zei-ord-art · 5 months

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funky lil portraits of everyone to go w the line up

#at one point I wanted to stay as close to their canon designs as possible #but then I said fuck it #so we have a bit of a mashup #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #astarion bg3 #bg3 shadowheart #lae’zel bg3 #jaheira #bg3 karlach #minthara baenre #wyll ravengard #halsin bg3 #bg3 minsc #bg3 fanart #anyways this is more of a reference sheet than anything else #art #fan art

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firestorm09890 · 4 months

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THIRTEEN COMMON LANGUAGES LEFT IN THE CITY. THIRTEEN SINNERS, EACH WITH A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE (and, uh, british english vs american english and swiss german vs standard german counting as different languages, I guess). TWELVE, PROBABLY THIRTEEN ASSOCIATIONS, ONE FOR EACH OF THOSE LANGUAGES.

WHAT THE FUCK IS PROJECT MOON COOKING

(credit to @staria65 for pointing this one out to me)

#limbus company #project moon #screaming exploding this mystery means more to me than anything else in this entire setting what the fuck does it all MEAN #me post #pm hiding the implications of this underneath haha keyblade haha 13 funny kingdom hearts reference

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maxladcomics · 4 months

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In Papyrus's battle, his attacks become random after turn 17

#Undertale #Papyrus #Papyrus: *Exists*#What did Papyrus mean by this?#It's a good thing the number 17 doesn't mean anything in Undertale #I was studying Papyrus's battle to finally check if his fight references anyone else's battles #then I fell out of the screen #then I discovered the random #and fell out of the screen again #this is more devastating than being friendzoned by Papyrus

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cyellolemon · 5 months

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Meet my new ocs!! :>

Lore and info below the cut!

The pink hair guy with the silly creatures in his torso is Emilien (Emi for short) (he/it pronouns) some times after his top surgery he had these cute mouth entities that woke up in his scars (he's not really enjoying their presence)

That tall long green hair man is Sohan (he/him) he's a cashier who is gonna find out about Emi's creatures and be fascinated by them. Could be a good thing for Emi since it had a crush on Sohan since some time (despite the fact that they never really talked) but actually Sohan is like. an unsympathetic and unfriendly asshole. He doesn't care about Emi as a person at all

Because of Emi's mixed feelings about Sohan, the creatures will be very hostile toward him, so he won't be able to study them. And because he really wants to, Sohan will try to force himself to fall in love with Emi

#Sorry i need to romanticize the fact that i can't see myself as anything else than some sort of. monster #The trans subtext about dysphoria selfhate and stuff like that is not even subtile idc!!!#I suddenly became so obsessed over the idea of trans horror (it probably say a lot about how i feel about myself lately lol)#Anyway i will probably post more of them..#So i hope you like these guys!! i don't have any good references so their drawings are very sketchy #but i have some better illusts #my art #oc art #digital art #trans artist #oc artist #trans art #trans artwork #body horror cw #in case.. it's the level 0 of body horror but we never know #Emi #Sohan

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glowsticcc · 6 months

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rotating qphil quietly telling rose thank you when they found tallulah and she gave him the roses she found in my mind

i think that was when he fully trusted rose, before she even told him he could. when she watched over his daughter, and kept her safe when phil couldn’t find her, made it clear she would make sure no harm would come to her while she was there

idk it just makes me very soft

#qsmp #q!philza #philza #phil puts more value in how people treat his kids than anything else #like with qbbh it doesn’t matter the beef they had in purgatory he loves the eggs so he still trusts him #missa has been mia for upwards of three months but phil still misses him #and frequently tells chay they’re gonna tell him how much he means to him when he gets back #bc he knows missa still loves chay and lulah #so rose showing herself as a non-threat #and that she loves the eggs specifically our flower girl tallulah #referring to them as phil’s “fledglings” in her note #that cemented in phil’s mind that they all were safe with her #it’s very very lovely i love phil’s lore

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makotonaegiunderstander · 2 months

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something I’ve been thinking abt is how many people think Makoto is immune to despair. I don’t think he is. I think becoming the ultimate Hope was BECAUSE he felt despair. He wouldn’t have fully reached that point without Junko. Makoto becoming such a beacon was his last attempt to avoid completely falling and it wasn’t because he didn’t feel despair, it was because he was too damn stubborn to allow everything to go to waste and he refused to sacrifice his beliefs for someone else’s. His inner monologue tells me he DID experience the same new low the other suvivors did in the final trial, but at the point where he had the choice to give up and die, he looked at the others and he looked at Junko and he couldn’t allow it to happen, not out of self preservation, but because the idea that Junko would have control over their lives made him FURIOUS. and that utter refusal to die kicked in, wether luck or otherwise, and he made the concious effort for one last push while something in him was breaking. He had to be broken in order for the Ultimate Hope to come through so aggressively, bc it could only exist in the face of the Ultimate Despair. He snapped the same way she did, but in the other direction. In what could have been his final moments he chose to embody everything Junko wasn’t, and every single optimistic and luck fueled ideal in him suddenly charged forward and pushed him. It was a combination of the final straw and a choice. Makoto isn’t immune to feeling despair, he’s just too stubborn to fall into it of his own volition. I think that’s why I like that scene in DR3 so much. People were SO SHOCKED Makoto actually fell for the tape, that he actually became despair for a moment. I saw people getting mad or disappointed, saying it was pathetic and Makoto seemed to fall from some sort of pedestal for them. Honestly part of me wonders if that sort of mentality, which clearly people had in universe, affected Makoto a bit. Like he started to see himself as less of a person, subconsciously. Prompting him to take more risks, less self preservation, act way more bold. It seems he has to be reminded a lot not to put himself in danger by his friends, to not do something too reckless. All over the place I would see in regards to that scene either this frivolous ‘oh this was just angst drama with no meaning behind it’ or ‘he can do better than that. he’s so weak’ or ‘come on, there’s no way he’d fall into despair, he’s the Ultimate Hope!’ This kind of mentality, which was kind of ironic considering Ryota was there the entire time saying the same thing and treating Makoto the same way. Like Makoto was superhuman. Like Makoto didn’t feel despair the same way ‘normal people’ did. In a way that was also how Munakata saw Makoto. Makoto stopped being a PERSON to the world when he became Ultimate Hope, he became a concept, a belief system, much the same way Junko ascended beyond herself. But the difference is that treating Makoto that way is the opposite of the reason Makoto became such a representative for hope. He wasn’t doing something no one else could. He was doing something everyone had the chance to, he just… was a little more optimistic, a little more stubborn, a little more ‘gung-ho’ about things. He just took the lead where no one else did, where no one else knew they even COULD in the face of Junko’s unstoppable force. She had overcome the biggest threats and obstacles in the world, what could one person do? And the answer Makoto found was, anything. Everything. It doesn’t all rest on Makoto, he’s just the one that was inspired to try to do what seemed like the impossible. But as evidenced by the change in his friends after that trial, it’s clearly not something only Makoto is capable of. The others pulled out of despair thanks to Makoto, but it was their choice to do so.

“But… this world is so huge, and we’re so small. What can we do…? No, we can probably do anything. Yeah! We can do anything!”

#makoto naegi #Danganronpa character analysis #Danganronpa #danganronpa thh #danganronpa future arc #I fucking love Makoto Naegi man.#I think there’s a fine line of nuance to Makoto that’s easy to miss bc he doesn’t really make it known #he’s not a pushover and he’s not overpowered. he’s a people pleaser but he will say what needs to be said #he’s an immovable object and the exact opposite of Junko but he’s also just a normal guy who’s optimistic and (un)lucky #he isn’t invincible but he has immense power to his words the same way Junko did #if anything his superpower is being kind above all else. he’s compassionate to some of the worst people in the world.#he was even conpassionatr to an extent to Junko. he didnt want her to kill herself despite everything she’s done #and he still acknowledges that for years she was a classmate and friend.#I do think the more he learned abt what she did the more he’s come to actually hate her though #post the first game he always refers to her without a suffix to her name which is one of the most subtle rude things you can do #it means you have zero respect for the person you’re referring to #and he speaks about her with some venom he doesn’t use for anyone else in the future arc #he’s not incapable of feeling negative emotions #I really liked the future arc scene bc it showed that Makoto DID experience enough despair to have overcome him if he didn’t refuse #and that it still affects him deeply. people treat him like he’s either this perfect ideal Chad or this baby chick who’s so delicate #and no one really focuses on how makoto shoulders so much and yet is still vulnerable.#honestly that guy was DUE for a mental breakdown even without the tape. it would have happened eventually #I actually wrote one based on him finally hitting a breaking point after giving so much of himself away and keeping nothing for himself #that his issues that he shoves down constantly finally can’t be held down anymore. Hajime helps him bc he knows how that feels #it was a LONG time ago that I wrote that but honestly if I can remember where i was going w it I might finish it #it was initially an rp but I could make it a fic #anyway. the point is Makoto is SO much more complex than people give him credit for #the most fundamental thing about him is that he’s normal and that’s ok! that’s what helps him rise!

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