#but then i feel like she made that reason void when she revealed herself to be the one to bring back tristan

[destinygoldenstar]

What Separates Digital Circus’s Horror From Others

Disturbing.

Unnerving.

TERRIFYING.

BUT WHY?!

On the surface to the… five people that never watched The Amazing Digital Circus Pilot, this show looks like a Five Nights At Freddy’s knock off.

It’s a cute mascot show that is actually secretly a horror monster infested world.

Even people who haven’t seen FNAF at least seen a few clips of it and what it’s famous for. I know I have.

My sister is super into this, and she hogs the TV, so… RIP me.

That’s what most non-horror stans usually view horror as.

The jumpscares.

The unnerving imagery.

The designs made to freak out the viewers and make them uncomfortable.

It’s usually quite obvious when something is a horror, cause these aspects are often front and center. You can usually tell it’s a trailer of a horror movie by just looking at it.

At least, from my, a non-horror lover’s understanding. For some reason these sorts of things, especially indie animated ones, are the faces of a lot of content farms.

If the product itself isn’t r@%ing your audience, it’s those.

(TAKE MY WARNING AND TAKE IT SERIOUSLY: IF YOU VALUE YOUR MENTAL HEALTH AND YOUR SANITY, DO NOT LOOK UP THIS MOVIE)

BUT BACK ON SUBJECT.

Digital Circus… doesn’t really have this stuff.

There’s no jumpscares.

(I mean there is in a trailer, but it’s used as a joke.)

The character designs are very cute looking without any alternate versions that are scary.

And the imagery of the show remains cute and fun all throughout. The darkest it gets is in a realistic looking office.

But there are no jumpscares in that scene.

It’s just… a normal office.

If this was a horror, then perfect opportunity, right?

So… what’s going on here?

This, my friends, is why Digital Circus is not your typical indie animated horror flick.

And why people even call it ‘scary’ at all.

Here’s the trick this show uses.

It’s not the imagery.

It’s not the designs.

It’s not even intentionally trying to scare you.

Caine is not intentionally trying to scare the audience. He’s just acting like an A.I.

Yeah he has SOME unnerving moments.

But compared to THIS:

I’d say Caine is pretty tame.

Maybe it’s an indicator that he’s secretly a monster like the Other Mother in Coraline.

That horror flick is about the host lying to the protagonist and revealing their horror-like appearance later on.

But not only was it confirmed that Caine is NOT evil. But look at his design right away and his presentation.

There is no sign so far that he lies about anything. At least not what he doesn’t know.

Yes he lied about the exit. But the exit ITSELF was the thing that sent you to the VOID. So really he kinda tried to protect them.

If he didn’t, he’d let jester girl eject herself like Among Us.

So why is it unnerving?

Because it’s the POV we the audience are in for most of the episode: Pomni.

Pomni is an Audience Surrogate.

Audience Surrogates are characters designed specifically to be a placeholder for the audience.

People usually assume this trope as the character made to be the bland and generic one. But that’s actually not true.

An audience surrogate can be as simple as a First Person POV. As all it means is that the character is designed to have the same reactions the audience would in the situation they would find themselves in.

Course, not speaking for everybody, but majority that would consume the content.

Thus, with Pomni as the audience surrogate, we the audience are thrusted into her shoes the whole time. We feel the fear she does. We are experiencing the circus the same time she does.

Notice the editing in some scenes. Specifically the scenes Pomni is NOT in.

When Pomni is in a scene, there’s usually some change in lighting or camera movement that’s unnerving.

But when she isn’t in a scene, these editing moves aren’t there at all.

Which makes it pretty easy to suggest that these unnerving edits are just what’s going on in Pomni’s head.

So with that, when she’s scared. We’re scared. We’re in her POV.

But she’s scared all the time. That’s just her average personality, right?

Then why make these specific edits?

Let’s think about this:

This character is trapped in a world that isn’t her own. Everything is unusual, and she wants out. But instantly realizes there’s no escape.

And then gets told this is her new home and her new body.

A home she doesn’t recognize. And a body she doesn’t even know the name of.

She lost all sense of identity in an instant. Losing everything about herself in an instant. To the point where she can’t even remember what she was before.

And to make matters worse, because this is unusual, everything SEEMS terrifying. Even to those trying to help her adjust.

The only way out of such a confusing and terrifying world is to escape. Which is what she tries to find the entire time.

So THEREFORE:

The horror is this show is NOT the jumpscares or the creepy images.

The horror is THE VIEWER’S MIND.

This show constantly destroys your mind and breaks you through Pomni.

The idea of losing everything about yourself and being trapped in something unfamiliar forever. That IS terrifying.

If you were in this situation, you’d probably freak out even if you were the bravest being ever.

So it’s not about how scary the scene is on the outside.

It’s about what you’re THINKING that’s scary.

Ragatha’s distress monologue is not scary on the outside. But if you actually take into consideration what she says.

THATS terrifying.

That toys with your mind. And it also toys with Pomni’s.

The monster figure in the episode, the abstraction, is nowhere near as scary as something from FNAF

At least in my opinion.

Especially seeing what the monster does.

It can’t kill you. You’re just glitched.

Or maybe it CAN kill. But we never see that.

Even if Pomni ended up like Ragatha, Caine would’ve eventually came back, found them, and fixed them. And they would’ve been fine.

But then, rather out of nowhere, she STOPS.

And we get this shot.

I talked about this shot before. Said it quickly became one of my favorite shots in media.

This is why.

This shot makes me queasy every time.

The idea of looking in a mirror and not even being able to process or recognize yourself. Unable to even process your own reflection, that’s how unrecognizable you’ve become.

That’s horrifying.

And there’s no dialogue here either.

The episode effectively uses SHOW DONT TELL.

They SHOW you how scary the situation is. They SHOW you a single image that tells you everything.

It would’ve been so easy to just have Pomni say “I’m scared. I don’t recognize myself. Who is this person looking back at me?”

But no

They DON’T insult their audience.

They don’t TELL you.

They let you sink it in yourself.

Pomni doesn’t even have ANY lines after she goes through the exit door. And yet the shots after that with her have been plastered everywhere. Why? Cause she doesn’t need to tell you her mental state. You’re SHOWN it.

Can someone PLEASE tell the live action Avatar The Last Airbender that?!

Speaking of the office scene. This is the only moment in the show that looks… real. Not that cartoony.

Which I guess being in a setting that’s off putting from the rest makes it creepy, right?

Well not really.

Sure she’s running through rooms that seem to be repeating, which that of itself is sanity breaking. It reminds me a lot of another existential horror: The Stanley Parable.

But while that game is excellent and the monologue that plays in that ending is one of my favorites, it IS just telling you the sanity of the player.

Not that there’s anything wrong with this in that games style. There’s no other way that could’ve been done in that game.

Here, again, there’s no dialogue. It’s just Pomni running through these desperate for the exit.

The scary part about this is that we KNOW the absolute DESPERATION she has.

Even if we couldn’t see her face, that’s still across because we’ve seen it the entire episode.

And then there’s her break.

She snaps at the sight of a desk, and gets fangs, that of a FNAF character. But only for a second. She doesn’t even go out at the camera with them. She goes on her merry way.

But Pomni, being the POV character, really doesn’t have much to be scared at about her.

So why is this terrifying? Why not go all the way if this is supposed to be a jumpscare?

Well cause it’s not.

A way to scare your audience is to make them feel dread. Lingering longing dread. Sometimes irrational dread.

People with anxiety especially get scared at things even when they’re completely safe. They feel an unease in their stomachs. They feel unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to put it into words at all.

It could be because we saw something unnerving that stays in our subconscious. It could be because we’re nervous about something coming up. It could be because we’re in an uncomfortable situation.

Either way, anything even remotely resembling that triggering thing can break someone to feel this anxiety. Sometimes even something as simple as the dark. Even if we know we’re completely safe.

(Speaking as a person with anxiety myself)

She only snaps and cackles when she sees a random desk with a computer. Which also has the headset she put on there. The thing that got her in this.

But you might not have even seen the headset on your first viewing. I didn’t.

But your subconscious sees it. The environment not being like the others aids in unnerving you and making it hard to process what you’re looking at.

Why is this terrifying? Why does it break you? Why does it mentally break Pomni? We don’t know. It just does.

We’ve been stuck going through doors in repeating rooms for hours.

Fear makes you not able to overthink it.

So all of that is build up to the near perfect shot of Pomni at the brink of snapping at the dinner table. With the others voices blurred in her mind. As all she can do is fake a smile.

Terrifying End.

It’s not scary because it’s scary. It’s scary because it toys with the character, and the viewer’s mind

Now, is Digital Circus the first media to do this technique?

No. Not at all.

One of the most acclaimed animated movies, Spirited Away, also uses these exact same tactics for example.

That’s obviously a master class at this tactic. And it scared me as a child as a result. For all these exact same reasons.

It’s not a horror. Not traditionally. It’s not trying to scare you. But it does anyway cause in your mind it’s a scary concept.

And also, well, Spirited Away is a completed story as of the time this post comes out.

And Digital Circus only has one episode. But we did get confirmation this would be a series. And I personally have high hopes that this brilliant tactic is kept. From the trailer, it does seem like they’re not forgetting the stuff I bring up here. So I hope this works out for the creators despite the drama and the internet BS surrounding this show.

But even if not, we at least get one case in this show where we all want to curl up in a ball and cry

Us too Pomni. Us too.

Thank you for reading my… analysis a ton of people made before me, and probably better. Happy day for you all.

#digital circus #the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #tadc caine #horror #existential crisis #existential dread #existential horror #anxiety tw #anxiety attack

[busterkeel]

I love the tall Jazz concept, but what I love more is tall Fenton siblings

Jazz has to be taller than Danny, she could be 6"9 or 6"10

Danny could be 6"7

I'd say Danny started growing when he was 16

His ghost form doesn't/hasn't aged though because reasons....

In my mental sinario Dan turned over a new leaf with some help comforting from Jazz and he's 1 or 2+ inches taller than Jazz, like 6"11+

He doesn't have a human identity because he likes staying in the zone more, unless he's looming over amity for some strange reason or visiting Jazz,(Jack or Maddie)

Honestly now that I'm typing it I can see them making time to visit him in the zone

Maybe they feel regret, if they hadn't been so caught up on their ecto experiment and research the portal accident wouldn't have happened, he wouldn't have been so scared to tell them he's part ghost, and they would have had time to notice his school grades were low so he wouldn't have felt he need to cheat

Dani at age 12 is like up to Danny's neck in his original height at age 14, so I'd say she's like 4"10

But when danny has his growth spurt she grows to Danny's original height of 5"5 when she reaches 14

I guess some part of her want to seen as a younger sibling(because of the whole vlad clone replacement fake family, she wants a real one, so she emotionally doesn't allow herself to grow faster than danny, jazz & Dan) and she still hasn't hit her growth spurt like Danny did, but when she does or allows herself to she'll 1 or 1 1/2 inch shorter and danny being

She has a ligit human identity which has been set up by Tucker, Technus and Desiree......, let's say she was at boarding school from 11 and below

Does Wisconsin have a boarding school?

Well it does now, she was being taken care of by Vlad (who had made up with the fentons)

He sponsors them now....(these dots are really me just holding back from explaining 😭)

Dani also travels alot (paid by Vlad of course) and she trusted to take care of herself, from her past roaming experience (plus she's a fenton/phantom 💪) she visits when she wants to and on holidays

I'd like to say her obsession is freedom, she can be who she wants to be and not someone she failed to be, (this is also why I think that mind control wouldn't work on her like Danny) which is also why I give her a water core since unbound it can mold into anything

Let's say Vlads ghost obsession was making him crazy, all that time he was alone with that ecto achnee made his obsession seeking out kin someone who'd understand him, aka Danny

Especially when he wanted something but he didn't know what, so he got rich to try to fill the void, and then when he found something that would fill it aka Danny he wanted him to join him

Honestly all that time alone, with his doctors not know what the hell is wrong with him, and him having to figure out his powers blind, his feeling of abandonment from Jack & maddie, the root of the problem being Jack and seeing Jack happily with a family

Made him even crazy

Making him want to steal from Jack, aka wanting Maddie and Danny

(I know I didn't explain this as best as I wanted, but this is not what I came here for)

He gives up the mayor seat to a nice guy who like to drink tea, has a mustache and looks like he gives nice hugs

Anywho as I said he sponsors the fentons who in turn sponsors Amity park with ghost tech, ghost shields in certain places

in the future after canon (beside the whole identity reveal) there should be a Amity park announcement that can pic up different ecto signatures that Maddie and Jack put in like

" ANNOUNCEMENT CODE RED LVL 3 Ghost Snake"

"ANNOUNCEMENT AMBER IS HAVING A CONCERT IN AMITYS PARK 3RD PARK AT 7PM"

Also what if they have like a GhostGo app (like pokemon go) Let's say Tucker created it and if you see a ghost you can take a picture of them and it'll be added to you own personal database

I imagine Youngblood being rare cause only children and child at heart can see him, but even if they take a picture of where he is he'll still show up blank, but they have the option to draw him

Anyways I can imagine after everyone is grown up Maddie and Jack start traveling to paranormal places to research ghost activity

(I've also have in my headcanon from someone else, that years ago before the portal they went to a event in Gotham to get Bruce Wayne to sponsor them and he laughed in their face)

.......

Reasons why Danny's ghost form isn't aging

Even tho he knows he wont turn evil like Dan there's still some uncertainty mentally that's holding him back, like no one being able to stop him of he turned evil, he doesn't like being strong......

He know he wont be like Dan (which is why his human form is aging to an extent) but in his ghost form there still that lil fear of becoming evil and that's stopping his ghost form from aging and looking like Dan

Like around 18 years old he is crowned crown prince(he was already a prince, but now they're really getting him ready for the throne" and he starts learning about ghost history and kingly stuff, but then he learns that the whole tittle comes with a power boost (I've read a fanfic that does this and loved it) and now that too powerful to stop if he turns evil is slowly creeping up the just a lil 🤏

The more I explain this the more it Branches off into my other mental sinarios I was just trying to tell the height differences......

Well....The whole town is liminal, some more than others and they are sick of the Justice league not taking them seriously and answering their pleas. Like after the whole town went into the zone and they still didn't help, they gave up on them and now hold a strong disgust towards them

Ok im done, I really had to force myself to stop typing this is not what I came here to explain....

Just one more thing

I should mention that Danny wanted to be an astronaut, but because of the ecto in his blood he can't so he stuck with being a Nasa engineer (I think they don't need your medical history for that) plus he can fly to space any time he wants

In the zone Dan is called Lord Phantom, older brother of (crown) Prince Phantom, Jazz would be called Princess Jazz, but I don't want the justice league to figure out their identity, like I want it impossible unless they're trusted enough to be told

But once again amitians don't like the justice league so....... she's called High Princess.

Dani could be called Princess Dani or princess Phantom

(She's called Ella in her human form)

18 + 5 = 23/24 when he's with nasa(still dodging being crowned, basically king without the crown, he'll take it soon... maybe that's why the justice league comes knocking [like that one fanfic where all the magic users feel it] after a long time of connecting to Amity park), Jazz would be 25/26 psychologist in Gotham, just meeting or going out with Jason, Dani is traveling places hard to reach, and is in ghost knight training. Don't know what Dan would be doing? Or Sam, Tucker & Valarie would be outside the zone

I imagine the fenton siblings towering over the Wayne's/batfam if she ever introduces them, Honestly still mad at frickin Bruce from friendly neighborhood vigilante ch. 14

Anyways the reason for this is because of the recent tall jazz fanfic had my mind running.

........This is posted some days later, I really went off track and didn't even want to post it anymore. I really just came to talk about the heights. The only reason why I finished it is because of another headcanon that formed while I was typing this, which will be in part 2 !

#danny fenton #danny phantom #jazz fenton #danielle phantom #dani phantom #tall jazz #dan phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #vlad plasmius #maddie fenton #jack fenton #ectoplasm #ghost king danny #ghost prince danny #amity park #Amity Park has a ghost too

[soupthecoolest]

CnD!

alright! so CnD, or "Creation and Destruction" is my homebrew "dnd" campaign!! i have dnd in quotes just cause. well my autism got too strong and i made an entire handbook with my own mechanics LMAO so it's really it's own Thing at this point. which is super cool n fun. after everything's been wrapped up i might publish that handbook but WE SHALL SEE.

anyway CnD is my own personal excuse to make my friends rp with me and my crazy ocs. SO.

it all started when the 11 party members crashed on the beach in a town they'd never seen before. looked totally normal until at the end of the first session they found a portal!

jumping in, that just... kept happening. small adventure, portal, repeat. with no end in sight. as the party began questioning why all this was happening, they met these two little FREAKS named mayhem and maelstrom. (i'll add all refs i have below!!)

anyway mae n may mentioned an elusive “She” that they’re working for, which led my players down an insane conspiracy rabbit hole in which they guessed 90% of hullabaloo’s vibe based on a PRONOUN. ONE PRONOUN I DROPPED I CAN’T TELL THESE MFS ANYTHING

next, they met pandemonium, (@weedsmokingbfs's oc!!! owe you my life muppy) who told them that: these portals aren't taking them place to place, it's transporting them around purgatory. and they've all died.

since then it's been up to the party to navigate their purpose, how to escape, all of it.

then they met bedlam, who explained to them this crazy prophecy and the reason they're all trapped there, which connects to a decision he made 800 years earlier.

enter callie.

my god this is so much to explain IM CRAZY ok. so callie and dee (@percexe) had been meeting in the void for centuries. he'd see callie there when he died and never knew why. 2 idiots had an unspoken pact to not talk about their pasts, but boy they should've!

it would've revealed that callie is actually named chaos, and directly related to all the other crazy clowns they'd meet across the campaign.

they're called the Story, the main 6 pantheon of gods i've set up in this universe! so we've got (in order of like. "hierarchy")

mayhem and maelstrom: gods of war and balance (he/they)

pandemonium: trickster god of illusion (he/it)

bedlam: god of magic and prophecy (he/him)

hullabaloo: goddess of joy, day, and spontaneity (she/her)

chaos: goddess of narration, night, and tradition (she/he)

the Story are basically the worlds most fucked up family, all considering each other brother and sister. in the beginning they were fine, but as time went on things just naturally got more and more messed, and now everything is just a nightmare

chaos and hullabaloo are kinda a tier above the rest of the story, part of their own subset called the Storytellers.

hullabaloo wanted more power and betrayed chaos, trapping her in the void for eternity, as she wanted to rule the universe herself. which all circles back to how callie met dee.

in the void, chaos didn't feel like himself and took on the name calypso, which is how she introduced herself to dee once they met.

and nobody found out anything out of a series of insane miscommunications and lack of info! what fun!

but now in the campaign timeline, everyone's basically caught up. we've finished the first season and are heading into the second in a couple weeks!!! also excuse if this feels rushed at all it's because it is <3 LMFAO there's just so much with CnD, this barely scratches the surface.

there's so much i couldn't cover here like the prophecy binding the party to purgatory, bedlam's entire role in that, the mages, etc. we're like 25 sessions in and so far i've planned 40 more. i am SO normal!!!!

PLEASEEE ask about it if you're curious!! im so insane about my campaign it is my pride and joy :]]

in order there: hullabaloo, chaos, bedlam, pandemonium, and mayhem and maelstrom! ART CREDS for pandemonium and may&mae refs @weedsmokingbfs !!! once more muppy i owe u all my beans

#cnd #dnd #dnd campaign #ASK ME ABOUT MY CAMPAIGN IM CRAZY #clowncore #circuscore #oc #oc art #homebrew #dnd homebrew

[aleburton]

back to you...

@fuckzachariah

Ryan’s sudden gesture of comfort towards Eden caught Alex off guard, a subtle indication that perhaps their facade hadn’t been as convincing as they had hoped. Confusion knit her perfectly groomed brows, her lips betraying a hint of awkwardness. She glanced at Zach, seeking confirmation that he too was surprised by it. Apparently, their reunion might have been more unsettling to others than they had anticipated. Though wildly unnecessary, it seemed to bring Eden relief, easing her apprehension about their complicated arrangement, if only for a fleeting moment. In every conceivable universe, the reunion of the four of them would always carry an air of peculiarity. This feeling was further compounded by the introduction of two new characters into the mix, with Alex adorning one of their rings on her delicate finger. Yet, amidst the complexities, they chose to embrace the moment, allowing themselves to immerse in the illusion and savor it. Eden’s arms encircled her, drawing her close into a cocoon of warmth. The familiar fragrance of her perfume mingled with the sweet scent of candy-flavored liquor, enveloping Alex’s senses as she nestled her face into Eden’s blonde curls. “My perfect little angel,” Alex murmured, bringing about a soft laugh as she tried to gently remove herself. “I really need that in writing somewhere,” she teased, only to be caught in another embrace as a second pair of arms wrapped around them tightly. Ryan’s dramatic sigh accompanied the rhythmic rocking motion, eliciting louder laughter and a playful protest from Alex. “Okay, okay! That’s enough! Get off!” she managed to gasp between giggles.

Ryan was the first to release her, his departure marked by a wet kiss planted on her forehead, his fingers lingering there as if to press it into her skin. Alex opened her mouth to question his behavior, ready to ask what the hell was wrong with him, but the moment slipped away before she could. She knew him well enough to anticipate a litany of reasons behind his odd antics, reasons she’d likely never have time to fully explore. Yet, despite his quirks, she adored him for it. As Alex began to recompose herself on the couch, meticulously rearranging every strand of hair back into its rightful place, Kylie seamlessly filled the void, spilling over the back of the couch to claim the space Ryan had vacated. She began to offer an explanation for her sudden disappearance and her inclination to leave the party altogether, causing Zach’s demeanor to shift, his expression mirroring disappointment as if abruptly awakened from a pleasant dream. She leaned in, whispering something into his ear, a gesture that seemed to burst Alex’s own bubble of anticipation. Feeling a pang of resignation, she pressed her lips together, her gaze dropping to the floor in a moment of utter acceptance. “Aw, man. We were just getting started,” Ryan remarked, rising from his comfortable spot on the floor to his full height. Eden gently reminded him, “Ry, you started several hours ago,” her fingers intertwining tightly with her friend’s in a silent display of solidarity. Alex lifted her eyes, surprised to find Zach’s lingering fixedly upon her for perhaps a second too long. Sensing the unspoken tension, Eden stated at Zach, silently urging him to make his exit. When he eventually announced his departure, Alex nodded softly in acknowledgment. “Have a good night, guys. Congratulations again, Kylie,” she offered politely. -- As Alex and Drew stumbled into their hotel suite, their lips locked in a fervent embrace, they barely made it past the hallway before her dress began to slip down, revealing the sumptuous curves of her body. Earlier that evening, he had made some thoughtless accusations about her at Angelo King’s party, insinuating that she had become too uptight and forgotten how to enjoy herself. Despite being thrust into the role of a poised and proper fiancée, Alex had a past filled with excitement and spontaneity, long before Drew came into her life. The life typical of a privileged nepotism baby, one filled with moments that would surely make him blush, unaware that his beloved Alexandra was capable of such. This also encompassed her intimate encounters, particularly with his newly acquired prized client, Zach Winthrop. Their interactions had left her feeling unsettled, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. She found herself lacking clarity on her own feelings, and if anything, the situation only worsened her inner turmoil. Zach seemed to pervade every corner of her mind, occupying her thoughts incessantly. The countless fantasies she had entertained about him and the myriad desires she harbored seemed endless, leaving her desperate to purge him from her system.

Drew became the unwitting recipient of her pent-up frustration. Alex could barely contain herself, eagerly guiding him towards the bedroom. With each layer of clothing shed, revealing his impeccably chiseled physique, not a single tattoo adorned his skin. Previously, she had been satisfied with their sex life, never entertaining comparisons between him and Zach. The experiences were vastly different, and to even consider such a comparison would inevitably lead to disappointment. However, despite her satisfaction with him, there were certain boundaries she hesitated to cross, fearing that pushing those limits would only serve as a reminder of her past encounters and ultimately leave her unfulfilled. With Zach’s return igniting a longing she no longer had the option to soothe with him, Alex wondered if Drew would quell her yearning instead. As he lowered her onto the bed, she melted into the luxurious embrace of the heavenly duvet. In no time, he found his rhythm, his movements becoming more urgent as he thrust his hips forward, filling her completely. Alex’s hand found his, guiding it between the tight chasm of her breasts and up toward her throat. As Alex closed his fingers tightly around her hand, Drew hesitated. “Harder,” she whispered softly, her plea hanging in the air. Reluctantly, Andrew complied, but as she asked again and then once more, his reluctance grew. “Alex, I don’t want to hurt you,” he voiced his concern, lifting his hand to examine the reddened imprints left on her skin. The next morning, as the dawn broke over Los Angeles, Alex left for home in the city. She felt desperate to escape the suffocating grip of nostalgia that threatened to engulf her. -- Nearly three weeks had passed since the infamous afterparty hosted by Angelo King, during which Zach and Drew had struck a verbal agreement to officially sign him as an artist at the Label. The physical distance between Alex and Zach had been a welcomed reprieve, diminishing the frequency of her thoughts about him. She slipped back into her routine with ease, content to fulfill her role as only Drew’s fiancée. It reminded her why she had left Los Angeles in the first place and how challenging the memories could be for her well-being. Doubts began to gnaw at Alex about their impending move, a sentiment she kept to herself. Drew’s excitement about having a home base near the company’s headquarters and the opportunity to focus on Zach’s new album fueled his enthusiasm, and she didn’t want to dampen his spirits. In an effort to protect herself, Alex made the conscious decision to maintain the distance between herself and Zach. This meant politely declining invitations to events where he might be present, as well as avoiding gatherings with their mutual friends. She didn’t trust herself around him, and the prospect of tearing everything down around them for her own desires was unbearable. Perhaps, she mused, he would be grateful for her absence, considering how challenging it had been for him to be around her, around Drew, around them together.

On the other hand, Drew had become increasingly eager to move forward with their plans. He pressed her to make decisions about their future, including selecting a new home from the properties they had recently viewed and suggested that they return to Los Angeles to see them in person. Keeping her presence in town a secret, Alex had hoped to make her trip a brief one. She knew that Andrew would be preoccupied with various business matters, but hadn’t provided much detail about his schedule, so when he suggested she visit him at his new office before they headed out to tour the last home on their list, she didn’t think much of it. Excitement coursed through Alex as she stepped into the new office, eager to witness Drew’s vision brought to life and to meet the new faces of his West Coast team. Passing through the glass doors, she was promptly greeted by a receptionist, a young woman around her own age. Rising from her seat, the petite brunette extended her hand towards Alex with a warm smile. “Miss Burton, I’m Gracie. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Mr. Dupree is in Recording Studio #3. I can take you there if you’d like.” Alex returned the smile, feeling a sense of gratitude for the warm welcome. “That would be great, thank you,” she replied, nodding appreciatively as she smoothed down the ends of her skirt in anticipation.

#change of plans #he is in the studio with zach and then has to leave for something important

[danganronpafan777]

Hihi! I have a request! Fem! Ready with the Sdra2 girl cast with a S/o that dies in the place of their best friend while trying to save them. Basically the Peko/Fuyuhiko trial. (If they live or die is up to you!)

Alright! I made the best friend part of void, sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted. Hope you enjoy!

Other void members are referenced so under the cut for spoilers!!

Setsuka Chiebukuro:

"I'm sorry, F/n. I hoped this wasn't the case, but..."

She feels hurt knowing F/n was a void, but is able to accept it rather quickly. She's more worried about you, knowing how close the two of you had been. Setsuka gently tries to convince you of the truth, comforting you every chance she could. 

When you break into tears, she's right there by your side. Setuka would like to get answers from F/n, but she'll wait for someone else to question them. Right now, you needed her more.

She holds your hand as the two of you exchange goodbyes, exchanging a few words with F/n herself. Setsuka feels a bit hurt, but she knows there must be a reason that F/n would do something like this.

She's so caught up in her own investigation that she doesn't notice your hand slip out of hers.

"N/n... you shouldn't watch, we can-...N/N..!?"

She wants to run after you, but a part of her knows that you're already gone. Setsuka yells for you to come back, and stay out of Monocrow's way, but it was too late. 

She forces herself to look away, the sounds of your blood splattering making her stomach churn. If only she payed a little more attention... she could've saved you. And if she figured out that F/n was a void, she could've avoided this whole nightmare in the first place.

Everything hurt, but Setsuka refuses to break down, offering her comfort to the others instead. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying, telling the others that she will avenge you, and everything would be alright.

It might've been more convincing if she believed it herself.

Teaming up with Nikei and F/n, Setsuka creates her own investigation for answers, promising herself that she won't rest until she's uncovered Mikado's plan and stopped the killing game once and for all.

She just wishes that you could've been here with her.

Hibiki Otonokoji:

"H-Huh!? Hey! Are we sure F/n's the killer? I-I mean... one of you guys must've made a mistake somewhere!"

She won't believe it until Sora explains the case from start to finish. As it all finally sinks in, that a good friend of hers and your best friend was a traitor the whole time... she's pissed, not hesitating to lash out at F/n. 

"Stupid Void!! I thought you were our friend!" It hurts her, and she wants to cry, but she keeps an aggressive front. Together, the two of you will cry and mourn in your room later, both of you comforting each other.

At least... that's what she thought would happen. She's taken by complete surprise when you run after F/n to the execution grounds, and Kanade has to hold her back from impulsively running after you.

She screams, crying and cursing at everything and nothing. Kanade for holding her back, Monocrow for executing you, Mikado for being the mastermind, and you for doing something so stupid. Setsuka and Kanade try to calm her down, but she hits and kicks at them weakly, just wanting to run to you.

Kanade was still holding her back as the execution continued, but it felt like she was forcing her to watch the spectacle. As blood pooled around your body, Hibiki's whole mind went numb before-

...

...

She awoke in Setsuka's arms, who had pulled her out of Kanade's grip. Hibiki noticed everyone giving her sorrowful stares, and she looked around in confusion, "...Huh? Why's everyone crying? Y/n, what's-...Where's Y/n...?"

She doesn't remember the execution, her memory going blank after F/n's reveal. Hibiki is in complete denial for a while, your death only sinking in when Kanade practically yells it to her.

She feels the numbness chill her head again, and Kanade can only laugh as she finally gets the puppet she always wanted.

Iroha Nijue:

As another member of void, she knew this would have to happen eventually, as much as she didn't want it. Iroha honestly thought it was Nikei for most of the trial, but her mouth dropped open in shock as Sora confirmed it was F/n.

It was their turn already!? Why... why couldn't your trio last just a little longer?

She was probably crying harder then you, the three of you holding each other sobbing, not wanting to let go for even a moment. 

She wrapped her arms around you, falling to her knees as F/n is pulled away from you. Her eyes are clamped shut from the tears, and it's not until she fells the absence of your warmth and the frantic calls of your classmates that she realizes something is horribly wrong...

"...Eh? Y/N! What are you doing!? S-Stop!!"

Her whole body trembles, shaking and crying as you run after F/n. She internally begs for her luck to take effect, or anything to happen so you don't meet Hajime's fate. Iroha wants to hide her face in her sketchbook, but she can't look away.

Her legs collapse from beneath her as blood pours from your head.

Nononono... you weren't supposed to die...

She locks herself in her room, drawing every memory that came to mind. F/n tries to talk to her, but she avoids them. 

Iroha wants more than anything to betray Mikado, and make him pay for what he did to you... but she doesn't have that courage. All she can do is cry as Mikado intimidates her into compliance, wallowing in her own self-pity.

She's scared... she's so scared...

She just wants to hold you, but is left with nothing except memories and despair.

Emma Magorobi:

She knew it was F/n's turn to kill, but that didn't make it any easier, knowing her S/o was about to witness the death of their best friend, and eventually, Emma's own death. 

Emma didn't need to act or create tears to fake cry, as seeing both of your reactions was heartbreaking enough for her. Ever since Mikado's betrayal and Hajime's death, combined with meeting the love of her life, Emma was on the fence about void for a while, but this...

She wasn't sure she could murder after this. She couldn't put you through that.

She didn't create a scene, wrapping her arms around you and assuring you that everything would be alright, and the two of you would get through this. 

That was the part where she had to act, and even then, it was hard to keep her voice from breaking.

She squeezes your hand as you and F/n say your final words to each other, before giving F/n a hug of her own. F/n whispers for her to take care of you, and Emma could only nod as they're dragged away, both completely clueless about what you were about to do.

"...I'm sorry, Emma."

"...Y/n...? What do you-..Y/N!"

She cries out your name, reaching out her hand and running after you. A part of her knows it's futile, but that doesn't stop her from kicking and yelling when the others hold her back.

Emma finally had something good in her life that didn't come from her divine luck. She didn't care if Utsuro came back anymore, and the blessing she had could disappear completely for all she cared. Her father was probably dead after all, and life on the streets wouldn't be nearly as devasting with you by her side.

As she watches you get impaled, dying in F/n's arms, she feels that familiar pain. The pain she'd feel nearly everyday when her father used her arms as an ashtray.

But that pain wasn't on her arms anymore, it was burning deep inside her heart.

If F/n survived, the two of them will rebel against Mikado, and end his plan once and for all.

Or die trying. At least then Emma would be able to see you again.

Sora:

She felt terrible exposing your friend like this, but if she didn't, everyone would die. 

That didn't make it any easier, sending off another thought-to-be-friend to their death, knowing they helped put you in this twisted game...

"Y/n... I'm sorry I have to do this."

You shake your head in denial, frantically looking for evidence, but refusing to snap at your girlfriend. When Sora's argument comes to a close, you were already sobbing. She can only hold you, apologizing and whispering words of comfort in your ear. 

She let you go to say your final goodbye, and gently asked if they wanted to say anything else, about Void or the killing game. F/n shook their head, moments before being dragged away, and Sora prepared to hold you again, only to be hugging empty space

"..!? Y/n!?"

She desperately reaches her hand out to grab you, impulsively following you before Yuki and Shinji hold her back. 

Sora didn't know anything about herself prior to the killing game, but you made it clear that she definitely wasn't part of void, never doubting her for a moment. She may have been an amnesiac, but she clearly remembers every moment she spent with you, the memories playing in her head on repeat as she watches you take your final breath. 

She's yelling your name, and fighting back tears, wanting nothing more than to strange Mikado herself. Even if she struggles to look at F/n the same way, she blames Mikado for your death more than anyone else, snapping at him the moment he's in her sight. 

Investigating as much as she can about void, Sora seems to distant herself from the others, only talking to F/n to question them. Mikado himself feels a bit perplexed, as she seems to be ignoring Yuki as well...

As she learns more and more about herself as the game continues, Sora imagines how you would've reacted, and things you would've said if you were still alive. The comfort it brings is almost worth the pain of remembering your death.

But nothing compares to her hatred of Mikado for doing this to you.

Yoruko Kabuya:

F/n... was apart of void?

She's angry at F/n, and scolds them a bit, but immediately drops it upon seeing you. If she felt betrayed, she couldn't imagine how you were feeling...

"Y/n...It's okay... You couldn't have known..!"

She hugs you, holding your hand as the two of you say your goodbyes. She wants to yell at F/n herself, and press them on void, but... you were taking this so hard already. 

Yoruko can see that you're shaking, and she's a bit unsure of how to comfort you, but she never would have expected you to...

"Y/n...? Y/N! Wh-What are you doing!? Y/N!"

Yoruko screams, yelling for Monocrow to stop the execution. The bird is just as confused as she is, but does nothing to stop you. 

Yoruko can't stop screaming for you and F/n. She couldn't lose the both of you. Not in the same day. She's a mess, crying and screaming your name as one of the machines lands the final blow on you. Even when you're long gone, the screams and tears won't stop. 

She feels so useless... you did so much for her, and she couldn't repay you. Yoruko wants nothing but to apologize for every even slightly mean thing she ever said to you. She feels like a failure, as you deserved so much better than this...

She can't talk to F/n. She'll only start crying and yelling again. Instead, Yoruko stands to the side, numbly nodding her head as the others demand answers about void. 

It feels like a part of her is still screaming.

Kanade Otonokoji:

"Y/n...don't you understand..? They're the killer....fufu..."

There's a few times during the trial where your sweet and innocent girlfriend turns... hostile, scolding you for not believing her, and getting mad whenever you hinted that she might be mistaken. 

When F/n was officially voted as the blackend, your sweet girlfriend was back, comforting you and gently running a hand through your hair as you cried into her shoulder. Internally, she couldn't be happier, not having to be the one to kill F/n! Now, she just had to put up with your oh so sad goodbyes, and she'd have you all to herself!

But if Kanade had one fatal flaw, it was her own confidence. She was by all means a perfect human, being as strong as Hajime and as smart as Kokoro. If she had just paid a little more attention to you, instead of grinning at F/n's face of defeat, she might have been able to stop you.

She feels her heart stop when she realizes what you're doing, before Kanade takes matters into her own hands and goes to run into the execution grounds after you. 

"N-No! Kanade!! Are you stupid!? I-If you go there, you'll-!" Hibiki grabbed her arm, already sobbing her eyes out. It was a sight that once would've pleased her, but not when it was the only thing keeping her from saving you. 

"You think I don't realize that, Hibiki!? LET ME GO YOU LITTLE-..."

She cuts herself off as you give your final scream in pain. Kanade doesn't waste a second after that, shoving her sister aside and running to you.

She feels for your pulse, and upon not being able to find one, her world goes red. 

It doesn't matter if F/n survived or not. If anything, it would've been less painful for them to die in the execution. Kanade doesn't care for answers about void, she wants revenge. 

Ironically, watching F/n get slaughtered by her own sister pushed Hibiki to her breaking point. Kanade giggled a bit watching her sister become a doll, just like she wanted before she met you. It didn't matter anymore, as now she would be meeting you again.

Still laughing maniacally, she picks up the weapon that had taken your life, taking a moment to stare at it, before thrusting it into her own heart.

Kokoro Mitsume:

By the time the investigation ended, she was completely sure that F/n was the killer, but was conflicted on whether she should tell you. She watched your emotions throughout the trial, not denying when you asked her if she truly thought F/n was the killer

You knew Kokoro couldn't reveal too much, or she'd become a target, but you couldn't help but feel betrayed that she didn't tell you, or even warn you somehow that your best friend was a void.

She knew what you were thinking, and apologized,

"Y/n... I'm sorry. I had suspicions for a while now. But, I know F/n didn't want to do this, and they genuinely enjoyed your company."

She put a hand on your shoulder, concentrating on F/n's body language and emotions to deduce as much as she could about void's purpose and the killing game. 

So much that she didn't notice your own emotions, and when she did, she didn't have enough time to figure out what you were about to do.

When she did, you were already out of reach...

Despite her quiet personality, she yelled your name. 

Kokoro rarely felt emotions, originally surprising herself when she fell in love with you. As she saw you take a spear to the stomach, she felt a part of herself die with you. The feeling of her own stomach twisting in despair, and hot tears running down her face was something she never felt before...

Actions of love had always confused her, as it seemed to cause people contradict human behavior and even common sense, but as she fought back every urge to run to your dying body in that execution, she finally understood.

She'll never be able to look at F/n the same, even though she knows it's just an effect of memory association. It's funny... she knows the science behind it all down to the last neuron, but it doesn't stop her from feeling worse. 

But if there's one thing Kokoro knows, it's that she'll be getting answers this time, whether F/n likes it or not.

#sdra2 #super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #sdra2 spoilers #kanade otonokoji #hibiki otonokoji #emma magorobi #kokoro mitsume #setsuka chiebukuro #iroha nijiue #yoruko kabuya #sora #sdra2 kanade

[kamilion-en-pointe]

Just watched Guardians of The Galaxy Vol. 3 a few days ago. And I mean this with 100% sincerity—I don't think I've ever watched a movie so good it made me want to rewatch it in cinemas, until this one.

Anyway, here are some thoughts that have been spinning around in my head like a microwave lol. And feel free to add your own stuff. I'd genuinely love to read more of other people's takes :)

Uhhh surprise most of this is gonna be about Rocket

Spoilers Below!

The entire opening. I've listened to the acoustic version of Creep at least a billion times since watching it

I love that the stakes start relatively small. They're not going (initially) to save the entire galaxy or anything. They just need to save a member of their family. That's all you need to care

Mantis getting more character development is always really nice to see. She gives me the vibes of a therapist friend, which makes her ending of needing to part from the group to find herself quite satisfying

Nebula. Just Nebula. I love her

I think the movie handled the flashback scenes very well, especially the ones that featured heavy animal cruelty. Choosing not to show any visuals, just audio of a young Rocket screaming in pain. You can feel the horror of the Guardians as they watch the data they gathered

I like the brief scene of baby Rocket pocketing some of the High Evolutionary's tech. Especially once it's revealed he was hiding all the necessary components to recreate a keycard for the cages—something I don't think he would've done if he really had faith the High Evolutionary would let him and his friends free

When the High Evolutionary put a turtle in one of his pods, there was a little kid in the cinema who said, "Ninja turtle!" Which is great 'cause that's also what I was thinking lol

That same kid also really freaked out (/pos) when Peter dropped that f-bomb. It was really cute

I also love that Vocaloid is apparently a staple bit of pop-culture on Counter-Earth? Because that implies either:

A) The High Evolutionary thought it was literally the perfect music genre OR

B) He counted it as one of the many mistakes on his 'Reasons To Explode An Entire Planet I Spent Years Figuring Out A Way To Speed Up Evolution For' list

I'd like to just take a moment to appreciate how great of an actor Chukwudi Iwuji is??? Like, when the High Evolutionary drags Rocket to the pods and hysterically questions how? How could he have known what to do? How could this vermin be more intelligent than his creator? How dare he look down on him?! I was scared shitless

Just... Rocket's scream of anguish once Lylla is dead. After having hugged for the first and last time. Sends shivers up my spine

Floor's repetition of "Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now! Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now!" has been ingrained into my brain for the rest of time (Major shout out to the voice actor, Mikaela Hoover!)

And then the High Evolutionary has the gall to mock Rocket, calling his grief a crying contest. I already hated this bastard but oh boy—!

Which makes Rocket's reaction so cathartic, when he jumps and scratches the High Evolutionary's face off. But his friends are telling him they have to go. They have to go now! Pleading with him as reineforcements arrive until...

They go quiet. And you can't help the dread bubbling inside you. Because we all knew how it was going to end, but we hoped, just maybe, we would be proven wrong

We weren't

Rocket, on the brink of death as Peter screams for him to be alright, seeing his friends in a white void, stacks of cages barely visible behind him. They're flying, they can see the neverending sky! "Can I join you?" he asks.

"Of course. But it's not your time yet."

Me: :')

Rocket seeing a cage of baby animals that look like him, after decades of thinking he was the only one in the universe. Looking at the plaque to see 'Racoon'—that's what he is? That's what he is!

Followed by him immediately scooping them all into his arms. Doesn't matter if they can't fit, or if some of them scramble onto his back. They can't go through what he went through, they just can't!

Rocket seeing the High Evolutionary after all these years of running, being beaten and thrown around, insult after insult flung at him—"How dare you think you are more?! 89P13!"

Before Rocket changes the gravity—one of the things the High Evolutionary boasted only he could control—and declaring, "Name's Rocket. Rocket Racoon."

He uses his name. He's not only found belonging with the baby racoons he just saved, this is also the first time his torturer hears his chosen name from his own mouth. He's saying, "I am not just a string of numbers! I am not just part of a batch of 'failed' experiments! I am my own being!!"

The reveal of the High Evolutionary's actual face was gross in all the best ways. The makeup was just *chef's kiss*

Rocket insisting they have to get the animals out too, even though the initial mission was to just get the children out, and the other Guardians going along with it because they can see how important it is to him makes me smile

Peter fucking Quill going back for the Zune, not for him, but so that he can give it to Rocket!!!

For real, I was actually worried that they would kill him off. The stakes were that convincing

I like that Peter and Gamora don't end back together. It's realistic, and more importantly, it feels like the characters made that decision themselves and not a bunch of writers forcing something between them. And Gamora has grown to care for the group now, even if she'll never return to how she was before

The fact that we can understand Groot because we're part of the family now ❤️❤️❤️

I genuinely don't get why some people thought ending with a dance party was weird/bad? Maybe it's just 'cause I'm a dancer so I associate it a lot with my emotions. But if any movie deserves to go out with a dance party, it's this one. It feels so...relieving, seeing everyone on Knowhere smiling and having fun together

(And, of course, I've also been looping Dog Days Are Over a billion times and smiling stupidly to myself)

And Peter finally returning to Earth, seeing his grandfather, who immediately gets up to hug him? Tears, just like that haha

I also adore both end credits scenes. Adorable

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #kamilion rambles #i have so many emotions #yeah i'm gonna be thinking about this movie for a long time #i think i cried at least 3 times and i could see tear stains on my mask #rocket raccoon #high evolutionary

[i-bring-crack]

So crazy for Choi Jongin to have been the Priest of the Destruction Monarch like I never saw it coming. Okay I admit It was pretty ovbious but I was too focused on Haein and her mystery surround the true extent of her power, and what a shocker it turned out to be when Haein revealed herself to be the Dragon Emperor that It didn0t cross my mind until after her fight with newly God Jinchul, that Jongin might have been in on it. It could also explain why Haein's tracks had all been magically covered everytime she went out in disguise to meet with Jinwoo. Or how Haein had known about the strenght of the Ruler's vessels without going to the International Conference due to her sensitive nose. Although what struck me harder wasn't just both of them secretly mainting their power and origins with one another, but the fact that Jongin wanted to leave it all behind! All the wars atheyve fought for the past 99 timelines, and all the plans they had to conquer the world and finally kill the Rulers! Solely becuase of Yoonho!!

THAT, seeing Jongin stand on the side of the Rulers, with Yoonho who is supposed ot be the sucessor of the Beast Monarch, also stand next to him, and Esil closely following with Jinwoom little by little leaving the Monarch of Destruction being the last personwho didnt back own from the fight against the Rulers, I think thats definetly what made Haein finally snap, maybe Antares as well. Because they solely went back to the time when both of them were once again alone in their own lives struggling to survive, when the whole world was against them. It probably brough back memories of Antares having to fight against the Absolute Being's armies while he was just a small dragon, easily possesed by the fragments of darkness dwelling in his heart. And it likely brought back Haein those fears of being left alone again, but unlike her parents who died and were taken away from her, this time they choose to leave her, the people she cared about: Jinwoo, Jongin, Juhee, Jinchul, Yoonho. They all choose to leave her alone right as the fight with the Rulers is about to start solely because they no longer trust her. Which is untrue, all of them had their own reasons, and Jinwoo especially wanted to join the rulers just so that he could rewind time and choose to end this war in another way, but she doesnt know that, becuase she doesnt tell anyone that she is the successor until its too late. Until Jinwoo is already too sure that he has to kill the Dragon Emperor for him to back down, until she finally feels comepletely isolated that the Darkest Fragments start to corrupt her soul and she just becomes a simple void fro destructionm once again being a mere puppetter just like Antares once was when he became the Dragon Emperor.

And to think that Jongin NOW understands the past grief that the last Priest of Dragons felt upon seeing such a lonely soul try to destroy every single thing in it's path, again, its just magnificent, in the most catharthic way. He starts to realize that it wasnt Jinwoo who was her last lifeline, because she in fact knew and coped with the idea that maybe they might fight in the opposite endds of the war-- but no it was HIM who was the last string, because he of all people had always been there for her, like a priest, like her guildmate and her friend and her brother. He of all people should have been the most loyal, and yet, suprisingly enough, the ones that stood by her side at the end of the day was her oldest enemy. It speaks volumes man.

Man that Monarchs fight am I right?

Oh and the cake on top for Haein being that even until the very end she couldnt bring herself to kill Jinwoo, or Jongin, oh and how Jongin was just the one to play the biggest role in her 'death'. And how her small hesitance gave Jinwoo an opening to stab possesed Haein. Man thats brutal. But hey, at least they finally get to compensate for leaving her behind when the Outer God Battle starts. Because Haein so deserves to be wwalking out of that deathbed like the girlboss she is. And its also so fun seeing her interact with Kanae, especially when she had to be the one to take care of Haein until she fully recovered from the fight. Its amazing how their friendships started from one where they hate each other's guts, to where they acknowledge their shared pains and their duties as Monarchs, to them being each other's reason as to why they are alive and not 6 feet under. I hope we got to see more of them before the end honestly, but im happy we got those crumbs of Kanae in the Dragon Monarch's realm having the best love advice for Haein out of all the dragon generals lmaoo.

#delulu land #solulu land #solo leveling spoilers #cha haein destruction monarch au #choi jong in #baek yoon ho #kanae tawata #cha hae in #sl antares

[chorusofkhonshu]

The Lady's powers and the Halfway Point

So while listening to the final episode again, for like the hundredth time it finally clicked. Since the 3rd episode where the Ferryman uttered the words "Two flows from one, and here, is made whole again". A part of her in Nowhere and the rest of her in the original world. As the episodes go on she's becoming more and more aware of being in the Halfway Point, dreams starting in a dark place before the actual location reveals itself. I don't actually think Noone was ever actually "in" Nowhere, I think maybe she's just been in the Halfway Point this entire time. It's the only reason I can think up for the dreams being manipulated slight, as I referenced in my previous post.

I'll stop myself before I go off on a tangent, but ultimately by the end Noone is fully aware in the Halfway Point after going there mid dream. The black mist all around her that she describes as "only the mist spreading its fingers so that I can see myself, as if rebuilding me piece by piece" then also near the end "smokey fingers are mixing with the blinking eyes and the moon is opening up, swirling all around. I feel like me again." Then the words that Noone speaks from then on all have an echo almost, not really a echo, but like two of her are speaking. She was split up, from 1 to 2, and now 2 back into one but this time on the other side, all fixed. Now onto Six. You all know the story. At the end of LN 2, Six was split into two basically by the Thin Man, giving way to Shadow Six, leading to her hunger, which led her to the Maw and then the Lady, ultimately leading to her gaining the Lady's power and fixing herself. A black mist swirling around her as she is finally fixed. Basically up until this point no one has really ever known the origin of the Lady's power that seems to jump from successor to successor. What if it originates from the Halfway Point? What if specific kids that see the Ferryman are Lady candidates with power hiding inside of them until they become the next Lady, to not arouse suspicion from other entities in Nowhere. "Why is it still here? That Darkness? That's the secret, it hides in this place, my body knew all along." And with each succession that power is stacking (like MHA One for All). Each Lady having been to the Halfway Point and the Eyes in the void liking what they see, and Six is the culmination of that growing power. This is of course all conjecture and what if, but if true, that power could do so much more than what we've seen Six do with it. She had no trouble making her way out of the Maw. That power fixed her, it could probably fix others. Maybe even Mono, but that is me being overly optimistic. I used to see a lot of polls of who would win. Thin Man versus Lady or Mono versus Six. For the most part the Lady's powers have always been seen as magic, and I'm sorry to say that is just not going to cut it when up against powers like the Thin Man that bend time and space, the very rules of its world. But now? If the Lady's powers do originate from the Halfway Point, a place outside the rules of Nowhere, which would mean it might not even follow the fundamental rules of Nowhere, a power that might even be stacking and growing. Yeah that defiantly sounds like something that could go against the Transmission. Of course, that's only if, every time Mono defeats the Thin Man, his own static remains stack with Mono's, could be. I don't know. The Transmission might not even be a power that can grow, it could be the type where its stats are super high but there will be no growth, I do have an idea for how it could grow its control, notice i said control and not power, but thats for next post.

#ln3 #little nightmares #the sounds of nightmares #little nightmares theory #am i doing this right? #noone #mono #little nightmare mono #tson noone #tson #tson otto #little nightmares six #ln six #six little nightmares #six ln #six

[allthatisleftinthedark]

Which muse is the most likely to turn to evil? Is their descent into evil slow or is it bought about for a desire to do good (in their eyes)? Would they be able to be talked down or to turn back? What does their choice cost them?

unprompted asks | always accepting | @offrozenmemoirs

Truth be told, my characters are built in mind to be antagonistic because of their own beliefs and mindsets. Not to say that they are actively inhibiting or challenging things, but everyone has opinions and experiences, which naturally spawns conflict and friction.

The most likely to turn evil are usually not out of their own accord. For example, Sino and Maisie's themes include what constitutes "loyalty" vs "obedience." One must ask at what point someone's allegiance is based on the personal beliefs that they've cultivated or subjugated upon them. 

It is no secret that the gnomes hold onto their primary influences very closely. Sino had a terrific influence as an 11-year-old after escaping Stelsel, and Maisie had a very stable family life growing up. However, a lot is happening behind the scenes, like Sino's place of origin and Maisie's community and family dynamics. 

If the wrong people got their hands on the gnomes, they would've, truthfully, been groomed to be those evils. I cannot see them being people of power to be evil, either. 

Their systems have maltreated them, placing them at the lowest tier of society. They have been neglected and ignored, without any peers to help them. One of them caught a lucky break and found herself in the orbit of humanity despite facing her own challenges. She always felt like an outsider due to her past experiences, which made her feel like she was never acceptable, replaceable, and beneath humans. On the other hand, the other person was born into a family with their own secrets and a community's paranoia. They were traumatized and projected their fears onto her. She always tried to do her best for others, and her pride guided her. However, she often questioned her worth because of what she "has" to do. 

In the current circumstances, Sino and Maisie have dealt with the world's evils differently. Sino cried and pleaded with the Lord of Night when she was younger to let her back into the Void. In contrast, Maisie held onto her own and remained optimistic. Both of them have a natural instinct to withdraw, but the ambassador cannot do so. On the other hand, the gunslinger does not reveal her vulnerability so openly, especially when so few have gotten close to her. While they both recognize the misdeeds and mistreatments they have faced at their ages, one has not connected the dots to realize the wrongs done to her.

For them, doing a sharp heel-turn to do evil isn't in the cards. It would've been a different story if they had other exposures in earlier life. Neither would derive pleasure from it; they would not have any autonomy in these situations. Depending on how young it happened, the idea of them being talked out of is complicated; I believe Sino would have a better time working/talking out of it while Maisie becomes relentless in it. It is a quality of hers to keep dedicated, no matter the cost; she tends to feel over-accountable for the issues that couldn't have been impacted or influenced by her hand. Surprisingly, she can be the voice of reasoning for people who have otherwise led a destructive path. 

For Maisie, it is always a matter of protecting the majority, while for Sino, it is about defending herself (as her primary connections are fae-based/nonmortal). The consequences that would belie Maisie would be ultimately being separated from her loved ones; it is a matter of context on whether or not she is cognizant of the actions. In her current campaign and the abandoned pantheon route, she displays a keen awareness that alters her perception of herself, making her see herself rather negatively. Meanwhile, Sino would be severed from humanity around her as it is something that has been revoked from her since birth; it only cements her worst fears as she folds and gives into the lie. As one can see, the consequence means irrevocable isolation.  

#⋆ * behind the cast ; ooc‚ general * ⋆ #⋆ * correspondences acknowledged and responded ; maisie doscedar‚ asks * ⋆ #⋆ * lettered received and responded ; sino‚ asks * ⋆

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Fireflies Over The Wall - Chapter 7

Relationship: The Bell Keeper & Meiri (Original character)

Summary: "The troll brought with herself, every night without a fault, a baby.

Every night, she placed it upon the grass, and pointed upwards, showing her baby the stars and constellations. Showing her baby the fireflies.

Holding it tight. Cuddling with it. Making sure it saw the beauty the world had to offer. He had never considered himself a sentimental man. Yet this image, for some reason, never failed to make him return home feeling something gaping and void inside of himself.

Every one of his former coworkers must have returned to their families.

Who would Edmund return to when he could work no more?

What would give him a reason to get out of bed when the fireflies were no longer enough?"

An OC's origin story as well as a Bell Keeper character study, because this character is much more fascinating than I'd been giving him credit for.

Notes: Title from 'Enchanted', by Taylor Swift

Man I love claiming this song for my lil found family especially since they were essentially annoyed by each other on sight. Dudes were *not* enchanted to meet each other, let's be real

Chapter title: Lingering question kept me up

Read it on ao3

It was scary. Terrifying, really. Edmund now spent every available moment asking himself if he had meant it, if he could make it work. Not long ago, he’d told Kaisa he’d never submit a child to what living with him would be like. And now, he thought about it during all of his available time. Which, considering his job was just looking over a wall and watching the hours pass by, was a lot of time.

He still worked long and weird hours. He still lived in a cabin far away from the city centre. He was still a disaster human being. Nothing that months ago had led him to assure he was far from being cut out to be a father had changed. But his feelings had.

His feelings had changed because he’d met someone who was far too independent for her age and actually valued her time alone. Because his cabin was the first place she’d run to when she felt uncomfortable, and the place where she seemed to willingly spend the most time at, save for the woods. Because someone looked up to him and wanted him near despite a lost man being all he saw in the mirror. They’d changed because, after a lifetime of not knowing what he wanted, he now did. He now knew how to make his life useful, and if he got the chance he’d enjoy it so much.

And the very idea, the possibility, was scary. Change always was. This was such a fragile thing, there were more ways in which he could screw up than there were bell towers along the wall, and he for one knew them to be in an unreasonable number.

But it was worth it. It was a leap he’d have to take, it was a great deal of effort he’d have to make, but the alternative of doing nothing, of following once again the path of least resistance like he always did, and letting this chance slip through his fingers was too painful to contemplate. 

Knowing that didn’t make it any easier, though.

He went by it carefully, knowing that moving too fast could scare not only her, but also himself. He had to act, but it didn’t mean they were in a hurry. Some days after the lightbulb incident, when they were cooking in his cabin, he decided to get as close as he dared to breaching the topic.

“What’s it like to live there, kid?” He asked as he began chopping onions. “At Saint Anne’s. Is it… nice?”

Meiri lifted her eyes from the recipe sheet she was holding. Their argument about what was and was not a proper lunch had continued throughout the months, and at this point Edmund mostly defended sandwiches just to piss her off, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to convince her. At one point, she’d revealed that she did accept one sandwich-adjacent thing as being a meal, that being a falafel one made on flatbread with pickles, purple onions and lettuce. Apparently, it was something she had begun asking Teresa for on special dates after taking an interest in her heritage. So, of course, Edmund had said that he’d have to try it if it was so good as to make her eat something different than what she was used to, for once. Meiri had borrowed the recipe from Teresa and brought it to him on a day he’d known he’d be off duty, and after a trip to the market they’d returned to the cabin to try it out.

“It’s alright.” She answered after a few seconds, not having expected the question. He rarely asked anything of the sort, preferring to let her reveal whatever she wanted in her own time, so she was caught off guard by the directness. Her first instinct was to pull back, say something evasive and avoid opening up. But after the whole situation she’d put him through, which in hindsight she felt very embarrassed about, she probably owed him. “I know there are some scary stories about orphanages out there. Saint Anne’s is nice, though. They treat me like a person, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Edmund hummed. He was now rinsing the chickpeas, which he should really have let to soak overnight, but they didn’t have the time so he’d cooked them in the pressure cooker and hoped for the best.

“Do you like the people there?”

This question seemed to be trickier for her; Edmund made sure to keep his eyes on the ingredients, aware that being watched usually made things harder for the girl.

“The kids aren’t mean.” Like some at school, she didn’t say. “They’re not really my friends.” Because I’m too weird for them. “But no one treats me badly. And if anyone ever does, Terry or another one of the caretakers calls them out and makes them apologise.” I usually have to apologise too. It’s always my fault.

For all she wasn’t saying, she was already talking more than she would have liked to. She should just shut up; she never knew when to do that. But Edmund just made it harder for her, because he actually acted as if he wanted to hear what she had to say, which couldn’t possibly be true.

“Hm. Out of your caretakers, Terry is the one who you talk to the most, isn’t he? Cover yer ears, I’ll turn the blender on.”

She did as she was told, keeping her hands to her ears for as long as she could see the mixture being twirled inside the glass body of his vastly underused blender.

“He is.” Meiri confirmed once the noise stopped. He is the most patient one.

As expressive as ever, Edmund hummed again. He detached the body from the bottom of the blender and transferred the mixture into a bowl. Meiri stepped closer to open the fridge so he could place it inside.

“Thanks, kid. What’s next?”

“Seasoning the pickles while that chills for a bit. I’ve set aside the spices.”

“Alright. Is it those ones in the little red bowl?”

She nodded, and he got to work cutting very thin slices of pickles. Meiri had asked if she could help with that part, since she could do it on the table even if she didn’t reach the counter, but there was no way in hell he was letting her anywhere near a knife. Edmund let the subject rest for a while, and soon they took out the blended mixture and the girl shaped them into balls. The falafel went into the miniature oven which he kept on the same counter as his equally small electric stove, right underneath the copy of the wall’s blueprint that every bell keeper was supposed to have.

They cut their flatbreads open and stuffed them with the lettuce, pickles and red onion. When the falafels were ready, in they went as well, and the sandwiches were topped off with sesame seeds.

His opinion on it were basically the same as when he’d tasted Teresa’s cooking. It was flavourful, and he could easily see why someone would enjoy it. But by the gods, he was not cut for it. Just enough so that he had to munch on a separate, pure flatbread to keep his taste buds balanced. 

He’d be a dead man if Kaisa ever heard of this. She’d never let him live it down.

“So-” He attempted to go back to their conversation as they ate. Surprisingly, Meiri wasn’t giving him a hard time for his obvious struggle with the unfamiliar flavours. “You’re interested in your heritage, then, huh?

From across the table, Meiri stared at him as she finished chewing on a bite.

“You’ve been asking a lot of questions today.” Was what she said instead of a proper answer, damn nearly making the bell keeper choke. His recovery was quick, but not as quick as he would have liked. 

“I just noticed that I see you all the time but I don’t really know much about ya.” He shrugged with fake nonchalance. “Does it bother you?”

“Not really.” Meiri studied her sandwich with even faker nonchalance. She took a bite just as he opened his mouth again.

“Well, then, mind if I ask another one?”

No verbal answer, but she looked at him blankly so he took it as as much of an agreement as he could expect.

“Do you…” Edmund took a deep breath. Knowing this could be a step too far. Knowing she didn’t owe him to take it well. Hoping she would, anyways. “Do you wanna be adopted, some day? I mean, do you hope for it?”

Only a twitch of her eyebrows betrayed her surprise, but her undecipherable stare remained. She seemed to chew slower on purpose.

“I don’t think anyone would like that.” She answered eventually, cryptically. It was the last question she acknowledged that day.

…......

Birds weren’t as cool as fireflies. It was an unfair competition, considering the former had that weird creepy cold light thing going on, but it was still one he was forced to do since they were essentially all he had to keep himself entertained during his daylight shifts. Considering her love for insects and comparative disinterest in vertebrate animals, Meiri probably thought so too, but she didn’t complain when he suggested they try to spend a morning seeing which birds they could find.

So far, the answer had been ‘a fuckton of sparrows’.

After a while of seeing nothing but the small brownish creatures, they’d moved on to identifying which species of sparrows were the most common in that area. Which was proving to be tricky, since their book only gave them differences that had to be spotted from a short distance and the ones they were seeing were, understandably, flying by quickly overheads.

After having resorted to borrowing Edmund’s binoculars, Meiri had narrowed it down to them being either Shelley’s Sparrows or House Sparrows. And now her current complaint was that their book didn’t have their scientific names.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me! It was Kaisa who recommended this guide, blame her!”

Meiri hummed in a discontent manner. “Kaisa is cool.”

He had long since given up on his fantasies of getting Meiri to mess with the librarian, but having his dreams trampled on still stung. They could have had it all.

She wasn’t able to stay for long, though. After a few hours, she began putting her pencils and notebook away in her backpack, knowing she needed to get going  in order to be at school in time. Edmund took the chance.

“I really enjoy your company.” He said as he looked up. Two birds were fighting over the same twig. Or maybe it was a worm. Things could get messy.

Meiri didn’t really answer, but he could see out of the corner of his eyes that she had a pleased smirk on her face. “It’d be… nice. To have you around more.”

“Well, I have school.” She stated matter of factly. “I already come when I can.”

“But would you like to spend more time over here? If you could, that is?”

She blinked, now hugging her backpack in front of herself. When he risked looking more directly at her, it was easy to notice her uneasiness. Her eyes always became restless when she was agitated.

“Maybe.” She said, but it was strained. Edmund nodded, knowing he wouldn’t push any further, not with how anxious she seemed to have become. He turned his attention back to the sky, hoping it would soothe her. When he didn’t offer her any other questions or comments, Meiri turned on her heels and walked away to the staircase.

Dread coiled in her stomach. She was way too familiar with the feeling. It always preceded the moment when she inevitably ruined something she loved.

…......

He’d all but given up. Not because he wanted to, but because he felt like he was the only one taking any steps forward, and they were never going to meet in the middle like that. If Meiri wanted anything else to do with him, he’d need her to at least give him a hint of it, because the last thing he wanted was to keep pressing if it was unwanted.

Edmund knew part of his reluctance also stemmed from this being the easy way out; if Meiri didn’t show herself open to the possibility, then, well, there was a perfect excuse to not try something that could go downhill so easily. An excuse to keep on doing what he’d been doing all along and just go about his life without having to worry about anything - or anyone - else. 

He was still the same coward who’d kept an easy job even after finding out how rotten it really was, after all.

But that pesky wanting was still within him, lodged so comfortably somewhere in his ribcage that he couldn’t get rid of it. He managed to convince himself that it didn’t bother him, most times. Meiri visited often enough that it was easy to pretend she’d always be around. It was only during those rare moments in which one of them mentioned the future that he was forced to face that he wouldn’t be in hers, nor she in his. He was just a moderately amusing way for her to pass her time. And he wasn’t complaining; the chance to give a kid some good childhood memories was a precious one, and he was getting a lot of fun out of it himself. It was only that, at the end of the day, the realisation that none of that would really stick with him as the years passed was a depressing one. 

Yet Meiri seemed happy. And that was what mattered.

He sighed as he finally, after a lot of struggling with knots that looked impossible even to the most experienced of sailors, freed a woffling from his laundry line. Every goddamned year.

“See why I think vertebrates are confusing?” He startled as the voice of the very person he’d been thinking about came from behind him. Edmund turned with a jump, hand to his chest.

“Trying to give me a bloody heart attack again?”

She smirked, still in her school uniform with a book on her arms. “It’s not my main goal, but it would be funny.”

“Joke’s on you, the only thing I’m leaving you in my will is sandwich bread.”

“You would not!” She stomped her foot, not angry that he wasn’t leaving anything else but definitely pissed that what he chose to grant her was that.

“I would.” He nodded somberly. “That and cucumbers. Raw ones.”

“I’m leaving spiders on your bed.”

Even though she must be joking (despite her deadpan face), he was not going to try his luck. She might not be the kind of person to do that without a warning, but she did just give a warning. Edmund snorted.

“Just kidding! You also get the rug you like.” 

Meiri pursed her lips, pretending to think it through. 

“I’ll take it.”

She then opened the tiniest, shy smile and walked closer to him.

“What are you going to do right now?”

With a sigh, Edmund gestured to the ground near them. His previously clean clothes were scattered all around the grass, rumpled and dirtied.

“The laundry. Again.” Raising his arms to the heavens, he wished there was a woff deity he could pray to. “But you can come in if ya want to, of course. Won’t take me long to fix these up.”

“If it won’t take you long, why are you complaining so much?”

“Because complaining is one of life’s greatest joys. Now come on, it’s going to start getting chilly soon. Help me take these inside.”

They each took an armful of clothes from the ground and entered the house. Edmund had to go again to grab soap powder and fabric softener from a cabinet, but after doing so he turned to the table, in which both of them had put the clothes they’d collected, and saw that the book Meiri had brought was upon it as well. His eyes roamed over the title, and he squinted as he second guessed what he had read.

“Taking an interest in woffs now, kid?”

“Huh?” Meiri had been eyeing the buttons on his washing machine not exactly with curiosity, but with some sort of effort to try to understand it. “Well, sort of, I suppose. I just remember you told me a while back that you tried to understand woff migration because of… that-”

She waved a hand to the clothes on the table as Edmund opened the machine’s lid to put the correct amount of soap and softener in the slots inside. 

“So I figured that since their migration period started, I should read up on them so I could help you with it.”

Edmund paused with a flannel shirt on his hand on its way to being shoved into the washing machine.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.” Without her hoodie, Meiri didn’t have proper pockets to put her hands into, so she was forced to stop them from fiddling so that he wouldn’t see it. Unable to stay completely still, she dragged the sole of her left foot back and forth. 

Forcing himself to keep loading the machine instead of staring at her, Edmund frowned. Not in an angry way. But in the pensive and worried way of when a plan began to fall apart in front of your own eyes.

“Why?”

“You’re cool.” Meiri looked everywhere but at him. He thought it had to be the nicest thing she’d said about him; not bearable or even alright, but cool. Meiri knew it was the nicest thing she’d ever told anyone to their face. “I wanted to help. You already help me a lot.”

Edmund didn’t really think he did anything any other decent adult wouldn’t, but it felt like a balm to hear her say so anyway. To know he was making a difference. To know she felt comfortable enough to admit it even though she really didn’t need to.

“Hm. You know ya don’t need to pay me back, right? You’re no bother, no need to go out of yer way for me.”

“But I want to.” His breath hitched, but he managed to avoid turning to look at her abruptly as he heard her say that while he picked up more clothes from the table. “It’s not… it’s not paying back. I just like spending time with you.”

Years of keeping his most stoic facade had trained him for this. Even though she was making no similar effort, clearly gauging his reaction, he kept on very slowly picking apart his clothing pieces and putting them one by one in the washing machine, trying to draw out this activity for as long as he could. Talking was a lot easier when it wasn’t your main focus. He hummed, noticing the way she was now openly picking at her own nails.

“That’s really nice of you.”

She shrugged, he could see it in his peripheral vision. It was now or never. Preferably now since he really didn’t need to draw out that torture any longer; who knew if he had any underlying heart problems, he certainly didn’t want to find out now.

“Tell me - and there’s no right answer, believe me-” He began, feeling the room get suddenly cold. It might not have been the best way to go about it, because he was reasonably sure he saw Meiri tense up beside him. “Would you ever consider letting me adopt you?”

Edmund had thought he’d done a good job of sounding natural - meaning not like he’d been kept awake over this matter almost every night for the past weeks - and not coming across as pressing her, but apparently he’d done something wrong, because he heard her breath catch and not in a good way. Forcing himself to look as calm as possible, he turned to the child who was now gripping the straps of her backpack with a force that turned her knuckles white. Her whole demeanour made her look like she was ready to bolt, and when he met her eyes all he could think of was a deer in headlights.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He lifted his hands up assuringly, the last thing he wanted being making her feel like she had nowhere to run to. “Sorry, kid, I didn’t wanna-”

But apparently she hadn’t felt like she had nowhere to run to, because as soon as her freeze response faded with a trembling exhale, Meiri ignited flight mode and ran out of the cabin, leaving the door ajar behind her and allowing the cold wind of dusk to sweep in mercilessly.

#meiridom #fic: fotw #my fic #hilda oc #the bell keeper hilda #meiri #meiri (oc) #the bell keeper fanfic #hilda the series fanfic

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Tár (Field, 2022)

This review contains mild spoilers.

I think what hooked me right away was the look of the movie. I do not always do well with movies that can be described as aesthetically austere (at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I think modern arthouse cinema has a tendency of mistaking austerity for artfulness and is too often afraid of raising the audience's pulse), but I think there's a clear sense of purpose here behind the movie's visual strategy. The colour palette here can be described as pallid and glum, heavy on damp greys, a coldness creeping into the images. The interiors are orderly, defined by clean lines and sparse furnishings, like we've stepped into a morose IKEA commercial. If we get warmer colours, they're from the dimmed lights in hotel rooms or in dramatically structured concert hall, which don't always feel like friendly settings. There's a sense of deliberate curation here, not unlike the persona the protagonist has manufactured for herself or the precision with which she purportedly engages in her art, and the breaks from this aesthetic (the crumbling ghetto she ventures into in one scene, her neighbour's unkempt home, the spectral non sequiturs, the oaken tones of her childhood home, the tropical greens of the Philippines) perhaps find cracks in her psyche. Maybe this is pat visual metaphor, but I was engaged by the forcefulness of the execution.

I suppose social media and smartphones are still a new phenomenon in the grand scheme of things, but this movie bridges the gap between the personal and the digital more compellingly than I've seen elsewhere. Computer and cell phone screens are not inherently cinematic, and what I think this movie does wisely is tie a sense of perspective to them. We see the protagonist pore over and react to questionable emails to and from a figure in her past. We observe her through a smartphone camera, as texts are exchanged deriding her. The movie does not fully reveal the entire context around these communications. We do not get a definitive answer on the protagonist's role in that figure's fate, nor do we see who exactly the exchanges are between, although in both cases we can make educated guesses. But that ambiguity enhances a certain isolating quality inherent in the digital, the way that negative feelings tied to online activity exist partially in a void. And between the early scene where she chews out a student for not wanting to study Bach for half baked social justice reasons and her eventual cancellation, the movie observes how the online world can spill over into the physical world.

I also found the movie pretty compelling for its ability to resist the usual cliches about portraying difficult artists, in that it refuses to conflate her personal failings with her artistry. The movie repeatedly brings up other artists with personal failings (like the aforementioned Bach scene), as if to goad you into making that conclusion, but the cruelty we see her mete out here is much more covert and almost adjacent to her success as an artist. (One of the funnier examples is the pettiness with which she undermines her neighbour's efforts to sell her apartment. "Apartment for sale! Your sister's in jail! We're all going to hell!") And of course it helps when you have a performance both as controlled and as physical as Cate Blanchett's here, especially as the control seems to be the point. It's not a coincidence that we see her getting a bespoke suit and shirt made, and I must take a moment to commend her good taste with respect to the height of her collar, the rise of her pants, and the slouchy silhouette of her jacket. Yes, yes, I'm talking about clothes again.

I am still chewing this one over and suspect I will have smarter (or at least more) thoughts on this later, perhaps on an eventual rewatch that I will very likely be doing at some point. But what I can say was that I was enrapt for the entirety of its two and a half hour runtime, despite the very real possibility that I could have fallen asleep.

#film #movie review #tar #todd field

[nijah-wolff-xiv]

Change of Seats

Oft she found herself looking back into the very edge of memory; Pain was a constant friend and a reliable trigger for nostalgia. Her mind flashed backwards to a terrifying moment, sight cut short by blackened blades-- It felt like the sun had hatefully seared through her very visage. 

Dawn clutched the crystal hanging from her neck. Her pulse quickened and her breath shortened sharply.

“There is a reason we only performed the procedure on but one of our eyes.” A familiar voice rang, dry and void of empathy.

Tears began escaping beyond her control as a familiar crimson aura blanketed her. Whispers crawled into her mind, words awaiting at the very periphery, cracking into the edges; the precipice of her sanity being invaded by insecurity and doubt. Dark whispers grew into an overwhelming cacophony of souls wailing in discontent and agony.

Mere seconds of giving way to the darkness she found an insignificant measure of resolve. First, a spark, then a flame. She thought herself lost yet she never really knew how to give in. Warm thoughts filled her mind, strengthening her resolve. A hand brushed against her cheek, measuring her tenacity and entrusting her with a modicum of hope. Whose hand was this? Her own shot out to cradle the comforting sensation to her cheek. “Nijah?”

She felt the cold droplets of rain fall about her. This was a memory, no doubt. The warm and kind lips meeting hers-- it was hers.

Perhaps her mind had romanticized this moment, made it more poignant in her flawed memory. Did it really matter though? Her feelings were her own and in this moment, or at least her remembrance of this moment, was exactly what she saw. Familiar sensations overcame her: Love, warmth, and care.

“Dawn?”

She felt a delicate, considerate touch on her shoulder. 

In her struggle to discern fantasy from reality, a voice and hand had grounded her. “Nijah?” Teary eyes looked up to her love. “Are you okay? What happened? Who did this?” She tried to dissect Dawn’s expression. “I’ll fuck their face in.”

Dawn wiped her tears before clinging onto Nijah, “Nn, I just had a bad dream, that’s all.” Eyes radiated to the font of aether beside Nijah, “Who’s your friend?” A measure of concern flooded the healer.

“Ah, well-- I was thinking you could do a quick examination, treating for injuries and whatnot.”

The young Elezen glanced furtively at the rescuer’s partner while cradling his own arm.

“...From your last mission?” She released her grip and moved around the table to guide the child. “Come, come, sit on the bed. Let me take a look at you, then.” Her attention shifted to Nijah a moment, “Oh uhm, Hadriel mentioned he wanted to see you.”

Nijah felt reluctant to leave her so quickly after burdening her with a guest. Just dumping more responsibility on her and dashing off wasn’t her intent. Still, if Dawn had mentioned it right then, it must’ve been important.

She huffed, “I’ll be back soon.”

The man was like a ghost: Hard to find when he deigned to venture outside his office, even harder to pin down in the halls of the estate. Even when he was about, only few noticed. He swept as a shadow through the estate, effortlessly and almost soundlessly moving, only to reveal his presence at random moments throughout one’s tenure in the company. His bar, his office, wandering the estate, it was difficult to discern where he would be at if it wasn’t for the subtle factors Nijah could predict.

The door was silently guided by her hand; she knew the weight of it since she had been here a dozen times before, “Dawn said you needed to see me.” she made her way to a chair, collapsing and getting herself comfortable within the nook of it as she slapped a small bag of ice to her brow, “More work?”

“Yep.” he responded in a curt manner. “A lot more.” 

He placed the papers he was looking through on his desk and exhaled a plume of smoke before taking another drag from his cigarette.

“I’m not complaining, where do I start?” she took that moment to look around the office – nothing changed, no new additions save for a few newer bottles tucked away in his little corner where he always kept the booze, “I suspect Dawn will start nagging me: ‘You only just got back. Can I come with you?’ there are only so many times I can tell her no before she ends up following me anyways. I’m thankful she knows she can’t drop her responsibilities here.”

“I imagine that’s not going to change. The nagging or the responsibilities. But, I guess concerning this new ‘work’, I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first?” Hadriel smirked at her.

“Bad news.”

“Well, the bad news is that you’re probably not going to like the job but you’re my first choice for it.”

“If I’m to be entirely honest, I don’t particularly like jobs as it is but it's better than a lot of other things I could be doing. I don’t think people like getting their face beat off.”

“Well, the good news is that you won’t have to worry the doctor and you’ll be around the mist a lot more.”

“Alright? I can see that’s good news for Dawn but sounds like that would drive me nuts after a time. Will I still be able to take on other side jobs?”

He pondered and shot back, “Hmn. I mean, that’s up to you. I’d tell you no. Maybe even get in your way. If not physically, at least make it a logistical nightmare for you.” the man took a deep breath and sighed a bit, “Look, this isn’t something you wanted and it’s not something I saw coming either but we are at a crossroads and there’s only one correct path to go down that I see. Mira had a vision and a focus. Now, that focus is drawn towards family. I don’t think that you know her very well but she’s someone who has constantly had hurdles to overcome. Perhaps not that of Ala Mhigo or Doma, but she never had anywhere to belong to in the first place. Why is that relevant? Well, here’s the thing; priorities have shifted. And she wants to be the mother she never had. She can’t do that while running this company. I need someone to take charge.” he lectured in a grim tone.

Nijah’s singular eye drifted back to Hadriel as he ceased speaking further, at least for the time being, “And I take it you plan on still being the businessman; that you are to provide? I can’t blame her I suppose…what, having a child and all to consider now. Are you saying that you need help keeping the company afloat?”

“No, not really. I need you to run the company. The company was an investment opportunity for me. Falling for Mira was a convenient coincidence. But, if nothing else, I’m a businessman. This company is an investment. You’ll still have my information network through my bars, and I’ll still fund it. And I have no doubt that with your experience you can continue to lead us to lucrative opportunities. To be perfectly clear, I can’t find it in me to deny Mira the life she wants. But I can’t give up on my investments either. So, here we are, Nijah Wolff. I hear you’re engaged, would you like me to fund the ceremony?”

Her brow knit and she had a semi- shake to her head in complete disbelief, “What? No. I can fund a ceremony… wait I don’t know anything about running a business. I know how the work and jobs come in and how they get handed out and the like but I know absolutely nothing about pen pushing and sitting in offices all day. I can help, whatever the company needs but I know even you don’t like to just sit behind four walls – people like us get stir crazy.” 

“I know you have money. I’m just trying to sweeten the pot, so to speak.” he sighed. “A bit of a stretch there thinking I’d agree if you added something into the mix for it to sound more appealing.” sighing, Nijah tapped the end of her index finger along the wooden armrest of the chair she sat in, “I can’t recall how long I’ve been here working under you but I certainly don’t want to see the business struggle or go under without proper lead.” her words clipped and she lulled her head to the side to appraise Hadriel’s desk for a minute. Pen pushing and paper sorting wasn’t her gig; never was. She was better suited with weapons and taking punches, “Have you bothered offering it to your assistant? She seems to have more of a handle on the book aspect of shit.”

He chuckled sardonically. “Ever will there be those we can rely on to count numbers and gil, manage logistics and profit. I am one of those. So is Halia. Still, there needs be a figurehead, a guiding direction. We have plenty of assistants combing through assignments and missives from the city-states, I’m not asking you to sort through the menial shit. I’m asking you to lead. Sort through those that come through our doorstep extending a hand of friendship, deny those that come toward us with headstrong offers that only meet their agendas. Sort through their bullshit while keeping profit in mind. You’ll have me and Halia to help you, of course, if you doubt yourself.”

“Weeding out the shitheads and useless from the possible benefits to have in the company? I can do that. I’m quite versed in telling people no.”

“Well, among other things. But that’s the gist of it, yes. Sure, there’s more to it. You’ll be the face of the company. I figure people will take you more seriously anyway. So, will you be our representative? You’ll be the boss, you won’t have to worry about me. Mostly.”

“Ah. We both know that aside from a few you are one of the people I can actually stomach. I’m not sure if this is wise but if it helps the company then I’ll do what is needed.”

He winked. Or did he blink? It was hard to tell with the eyepatch. “Well, there’s Halia you might need to worry about. And the wandering soul or two. One word of advice though, don’t lose sight of what’s important. Anyway, maybe you can reinvest some of all that money back into the company. All yours, by the by.” he waved dismissively as he walked out of his office.

“Invest?” she blinked, her hand coming up to wave palm up towards the whole of the room that Hadriel seemed to just leave her in. Nijah’s mouth hung agape as she was just haphazardly left to her own devices. Leave it to him to have the last word in matters – it was no wonder the old man kept himself locked up behind a door. He wasn’t entirely suited for random social calls.

Or was it her that had attended the call? She certainly wasn’t sure. 

Collab with: @dawn-aethwyn / @hadriel-ffxiv

#Stories #Blurbs #Collab writing

[jauneilles]

💋 ♡ @chataclysmic your choice of adrien or chat

( let chloé kiss your muse / accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, only that she had suddenly grown accustomed to Chat Noir's near-nightly visits. On the nights when she wasn't patrolling with one of the other Miraculous holders as Queen Bee, she'd sit out on her balcony and wait. Like clockwork, he'd show up. He never stayed too long; only a few minutes as he did his own patrols with Ladybug, but she liked the company. Some part of her wondered if he only checked in on her to make sure she didn't betray them all. It wouldn't have surprised her if that were the case.

Chloé had done herself little favours in fostering trust with her teammates. Between her tumultuous emotions, which resulted in either herself or someone else getting Akumtaised, and the number of awful things she had said and done over the years, she could hardly blame any of them for being cautious around her. But Ladybug trusted her enough to be Queen Bee again. And they all trusted Ladybug. So. For now, Chloé was an ally.

She was determined, this time, not to mess it up.

They had been talking for a while. Idle chatter that filled the void. Chat Noir was surprisingly easy to talk to, once she got past all of his annoying puns and flirtations. Chloé found herself opening up more and more, despite how little she actually knew about her teammate. But the little she did know, the little that he did reveal — sometimes on purpose, other times perhaps without realising it — she filed away for safekeeping. Kept them as clues to a puzzle that was slowly, but surely, beginning to take shape.

She had her suspicions.

❝ You know, this is totally unfair. ❞ She watched Chat carefully from his perch on her balcony railing, and when he didn't say anything, she barrelled on unperturbed. ❝ It's just... you know who I am. But I know so little about you. The real you, I mean. ❞

She could see his mind working, trying to come up with an excuse. A reasonable explanation for his reticence; but Chloé already knew the why. It was the same reason why Ladybug and Chat Noir hadn't known each other's identities for so long. And the only reason she even knew that much was because Marinette had told her. Marinette trusted her.

If she were still her old self, she might have taken this opportunity to be nasty and mean about his secrets. She hated keeping secrets and she hated people keeping them from her. But that was old Chloé, and she wasn't going to be that manipulative, self-serving person anymore.

Chat didn't say anything, but she noticed how his posture had shifted. Less self-assured as he folded in on himself, arms wrapping around his middle. She'd seen that posture before. Knew of someone else who did the same thing when they were upset. Chloé pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and plunged.

❝ Adrien... ❞ She was careful not to react when he did. Her eyes had averted, her gaze forward and resolute. She felt, more than saw, him jolt next to her. As if he'd been electrocuted. Gotcha. ❝ Adrien sits like that too, when he's upset. Or when he feels alone. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. I just... I don't know how to help him. ❞ Chloé made a show of yawning and stepped back from the balcony. ❝ I haven't been a very good friend to him in recent years, but... I'm trying to do better. And I would hope he knows he can always talk to me. About anything. Anyway... it's late. You should get back to patrol. ❞

Chloé turned, but instead of going back inside she stepped towards him. With more confidence than she actually felt, she planted a kiss on his cheek, just under the bottom of his mask.

❝ ——But that does go for you, too. I hope you know I'm here to listen if you need someone. I-I know I'm not Ladybug, but... well, goodnight, Chat Noir. ❞

#chataclysmic #━━ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * writing ‚ answered ask . #tee hees! #post s5? post s5.

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Gripper Check | AIRika/Adrik | Trial 3.6 | Re: Arakiel, Kenshin, Eureka, Erisu | ATTN: Erik A, Eureka

Adrik wants to slam their head into a wall with the amount of time they've been accused by now, and they're visibly annoyed. However, they still don't snap, or yell, or doing anything that AIRika might've done previously.

"If I killed everyone important, I'd be killing the loved ones of people I actually care about here. You think I'd be able to forgive myself if I killed, say, Erik's mom? Or Erik A's sister? Hell, even Eureka's younger clone. I'm not a good person, but even I'm not that horribly fucked up.

Besides... yeah, my situation with my ex is bad. True. Erik A told me he was going to handle it, though. I don't know how, you'd have to ask him. I have a few ideas, though, considering what we had access to before all of this.

Also, I asked for a favor ticket for the sake of taking care of Ani just in case. Not in a deadly way, God no. I just was going to see if there was a way I could make it so she couldn't share what she learned. I still have it. I never used it. I was waiting to see what Erik A was going to do.

And besides... I've given up. I can't just go back to being AIRika after all this, can I? Not even if I was exposed or not. I just can't. It feels wrong. I know that's not a good defense, but it's true. I want to be real. I just wish it was on my own terms.

They sigh, shaking their head.

"I'm pretty sure I'm the only person who burned something today, and it was pretty bad. The room was smoky for a reason. I just can't cook, and I probably never will after today.

Either way, Eureka had a bowl that Kenshin spotted, and that's a bit too damn good of a coincidence."

They look at Erisu, and shake their head.

"Eureka doesn't know plants, yeah. But she also just contradicted herself. She just said everyone knows hemlock, and everyone knows it's poisonous. Is that not a confession she knew what the plant was? She even identified it for my group during the investigation. Sure, she might not be good at plants, but she absolutely knows this one.

You know what she does have, though? Just like Erisu said? Mechanical knowledge and medical knowledge. The device that was created was honestly creative, and used electrical tape from the workshop that were purchased before today. I know this because my group asked AION about it. That's totally an item she would have on her person, considering her past contraptions made here. The electrical tape and amount of needles also could prevent breaking the needles, right? If they're all bunched together, it'd be difficult to break. Either way, that point is void, since the trap still worked and the needles killed even if they're brittle.

Her medical knowledge also means she'd know how to administer the poison effectively, and how to even do hemlock poisoning. I didn't know what hemlock was until literally today, but I feel like most people would've probably defaulted to trying to get the other party to consume it. Injection? Especially only at the surface level? That's sure a lot of specialization.

And again, she had multiple chances to find the letter and create a plan to attack. The earliest I learned of any of this was when I was in the eatery with Erik, where Erika Chen told us she was going to play mermaids in the pool. That's all the knowledge I had, and seeing that I left at 5:10PM, just like Arakiel said, that would give me only, I don't know, maybe thirty minutes to create my plan and execute it. I also had no electrical tape, so I would've had to go to the store, which we know didn't happen, or get it elsewhere."

A feet check? They can agree to that. Their flexibility means they're able to easily lift their foot in the air, revealing white flats. Their feet are medium in size. They then take the shoe off and hold it out, showing the size marker inside: size 38 EU.

"I wore different shoes when I got caught in the rain and changed since they were soaked, but the size is obviously the same. My group also matched my feet to the footprints in the dorm hallway, which at least proves that.

Now, we just need to see Eureka's."

#AIRika #chapter3 #trial3 #submission

[camelotsheart]

Ygraine x Nimueh is the superior old gen ship fite me

#uthus what #i know no uthus #im literally so feral over them right now. like. the concept of them pining for each other #and then nimueh accidentally causing ygraine's death - and with that too the death of everyone else she held dear by uther's hands #like. there was no reason for her to revive *specifically* tristan. i can think of 2 reasons why #1) she wanted uther to fear the retribution of magic - that his mistakes will come to haunt him #but then i feel like she made that reason void when she revealed herself to be the one to bring back tristan? #2) she shared in the grief tristan had over ygraine's death and wished to see him get his revenge even if it was in death #and as for why she would want arthur dead had she loved ygraine 1) she knew that it was not arthur's fate to die by her hands #and therefore anything she did would not affect him in the end #because destiny is certain. and 2) agravaine hated arthur despite him being arthur's uncle #he blamed arthur for ygraine's death too #and so it's all a game of blaming in the end #uther blames magic. nimueh blames uther. both sides cannot come to see the issue objectively because of their overwhelming grief #what i would do to have a prequel to merlin #im like. 200% sure nimueh x ygraine would be the new merthur if they did have something like that #uthus just doesn't have the whole merthur tragedy vibe that nimueh x ygraine has #(sorry maria 😔😂) #bbc merlin

[redorich]

May I request the aftermath of Cleo learning about the magic restrictions please and thank you.

The unfortunate thing about the Dream SMP is that there is no such thing as neutral ground. Everyone's in a faction, and everyone's got beef with everyone else. The only "neutral ground" is the unsettled wilds. When Philza reports this back to Cleo, who reports it back to Xisuma, Cleo wears a put-upon look and says that her and Joe's castle will do just fine, thank you, so stop worrying about it.

The day of the meeting comes, and though Philza is hesitant to return to the castle that scared Techno half to death and activated Ranboo's main character energy, he didn't spend all that time with Cleo handing out the invitations for nothing. Cleo herself won't be present, but her partner in crime Joe will be.

Inside the castle, past the courtyard teeming with armor stand faux-life, there is a meeting room with a table. There are exits on each of the four walls, so no one feels trapped, and the table is circular so that no one feels less important than anyone else. It's all a very Socratic setup.

At the far end of the room, where the head of the table would be were it rectangular, Xisuma sits calm as can be despite the powder keg of important people with grudges he's invited into his presence. On his right is Joe, whose eyes are lit up bright white, though he's still wearing his glasses. To Xisuma's left is Grian, and to Grian's left is Doc. Continuing around the table, next sits Eret representing the Pride Palace and, to a lesser extent, the Dream SMP as a whole. After them, the next person is Philza representing the Syndicate, then Bad representing the Eggpire.

Given the antagonistic nature of the Eggpire, Bad's neighbors have been chosen very carefully; on his other side sits Ghostbur representing L'Manberg. (Philza had awkwardly told Cleo that inviting a L'Manberg representative wasn't necessary, since the place was gone, but she insisted that it was "the principle of the matter". Ghostbur seems happy enough to be invited, anyway.)

On Ghostbur's left, Sam attends on Dream's behalf. Obviously, no one is going to invite Dream, and as Dream's would-be warden, Sam was nominated to attend in his stead. Next to Sam there's an empty chair for George; Philza and Puffy both warned the Hermits that George was allergic to "lore", whatever that meant, but his place at the table was set nevertheless.

The last person to fill in the table is Tubbo, representing Snowchester. He quietly expresses to Sam that he's wary about how few Hermits there are in proportion to the number of Dream SMP citizens. Sam shrugs, and murmurs back to Tubbo that there's probably more Hermits hiding somewhere nearby. After all, isn't that what the Hermits do?

Xisuma claps his hands together once in a polite bid for everyone's attention. They settle down slowly, and once they do, he stands.

"Right, everyone-- thank you all for coming. Let's get right into it, shall we?" He smiles, though it's hard to see beneath the helmet. "With some help from Puffy and Philza, my friends and I were able to figure out why we were trapped in your server."

Sam crosses his arms. He doesn't give much of a shit about the Hermits, he tells himself, unless they have something to do with Dream-- Sam's greatest failure. (It's a lie. He looks at Doc, the only other creeper-person he's ever met-- the first creeper-person, who fought a god and won the right to live for all mob hybrids who came after him. Doc, whose eyes are fixed solely on Xisuma.)

Clearing his throat to cover up the moment of weakness, Sam speaks up. "That's great and all, but why do we care? No one was living in L'Manberg anyway; it was practically free real estate."

The callous words net Sam a glare from Tubbo and a hurt look from Ghostbur. Before either can protest, Xisuma cuts in smoothly.

"It's an issue with your server," he says, "one that Dream should have fixed. It's the reason for this meeting, actually; if there was a responsible admin in the server, I would have just told them. First, a history lesson-- Doc, if you please?"

Doc nods somberly, savoring the opportunity to ham it up a bit. "For those of you who don't know, there are three Eras. The first is the beginning of time, when Mojang created the world as we know it. Players had infinite respawns, the world was less advanced, and redstone had just been created."

"Don't you think you're going a little too far back in history?" Bad asks skeptically.

"He's getting there," Eret defends.

Doc picks up where he left off. "In the Mojang pantheon, there was a god named Notch who wanted to expand the world's horizons, to give them new biomes and mechanics and blocks they'd never seen before... but you can't make something out of nothing. He needed magic to make his big updates a reality, and he stole it from the players behind the other gods' backs."

Ghostbur gasps, horrified. "He stole magic?"

"And so the gods killed him and gave the magic back, end of story," Sam snaps, then instantly regrets it. He's too on edge.

Thankfully, Doc either doesn't mind it or doesn't notice. "Not quite," he says. "When Notch took the magic from players, they lost the ability to respawn at all, marking the beginning of Era Two-- the Hardcore Era. When the gods found out, they were angry at Notch, so they exiled him to the Void. They tried to give players back their magic, but Notch had already taken too much, and servers and updates kept needing more and more... That's how Era Three started. It's the one you live in now, with the three life system."

"So... why does this matter?" Tubbo asks. "I mean, what does this have to do with why you're stuck in our server?"

"There's a parasite on your server, eating up all the magic," Xisuma says carefully. "Your server needed extra magic to keep up, so when we went through the infinity portal it grabbed us. As a group comprised mostly of Era One players, we have the magic that the server needs to compensate for the parasite."

Most of the Dream SMP citizens look either nauseous or extremely worried at the thought of a parasite. With a furrowed brow and a chewed lip, Eret breaks the silence.

"Do you know who it is?"

They all look around the table with wary gimlet eyes, attempting to suss out the imposter among them.

"A parasite..." Sam snorts derisively. "Sounds like that damn egg."

"Language," Bad snaps, but doesn't resort to violence.

"No no, he's got a point," Grian speaks for the first time. He'd been told to stay silent, but he's not a man who will ever pass up an opportunity to meme.

Bad's face falls, and he takes on a placating tone in an attempt to persuade the Hermits to his side. "Hey, don't be like that, the Egg's never done anything wrong!"

Sam's eyebrows raise practically to the ceiling. He looks at Bad in disbelief. "Never done anything wrong?" he says. "Remember when you--"

"That was me, not the Egg," Bad cuts in with a nervous laugh.

"You tried to kill Puffy over it, then killed Foolish instead," Philza says solely because he wants the Hermits to be mad about the Egg.

"Hm," Joe hums to himself. Up until this point the man everyone knows as Herobrine has been quiet, fading into the background, but now that he's made his presence known they can't help but be wary.

He drums his fingers on the table. "Yeah, I think we need some backup. False, Iskall?"

"On it," Doc grumbles, and reaches under the table to flip a couple trapdoors.

Out of nowhere, as though they'd ender pearled in, a blonde woman and a cyborg man appear behind the Hermits' end of the table. Bad stands up suddenly, knocking his chair backward, but Doc presses another button and all four entrances to the room are shut by pistons.

The woman, False, vaults herself over the table with nothing but upper body strength and tackles Bad to the floor. While the demon is still stunned, Iskall dashes around the circumference of the table to flank him. Doc once again presses a button and the floor opens up to reveal a secret staircase, which False and Iskall drag Bad down kicking and screaming. Once they disappear into the depths of the basement, the floor closes back up and the doors reopen like nothing ever happened.

"Well," Xisuma says with a small smile, lacing his fingers together as he addresses the group.

They stare back at him in horror.

He clears his throat awkwardly. "So, with the removal of the Egg, your server will stabilize and we Hermits will be able to leave you in peace..."

"I'm sensing a but," Eret says tentatively. They take off their sunglasses with a minute sigh, reminding themself that it's because of these Hermits that their curse was removed, that they can take off their sunglasses and have gray eyes again.

Taking a deep breath, Xisuma speaks. "We think we have a way to fix the three-life system."

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit canyon au #zombiecleo #philza #xisuma #joe hills #grian #docm77 #eret #badboyhalo #ghostbur #awesamdude #tubbo #falsesymmetry #iskall85 #me.cpp #me.txt