Nebulis walked alongside the Elven girl, who had her spear prodding his back gently, just enough so that he could feel it through his layered clothing and corset. Whenever he slowed, she pressed the tip of the blade into his back a small bit harder, egging him on.
After a while of walking in an uncomfortable silence, the duo arrived at their destination; in front of them, a natural path led into a clearing in the bushes and trees, where a village was built. Nebulis didn't say anything; he didn't want to annoy the Elf any more than he has by just being present. "Come along now," she said, and pushed him forward, urging him to continue walking. He complied, and they moved through the village, earning strange looks from the other Elves and Faeries inhabiting the area.
"We have arrived, nuisance," the Elven girl spoke. Nebulis turned towards her when he heard the uneccessary insult. She didn't return the look, so he directed his vision bakc to his front, where a large tree stood, a hole in the front of it which led into a large, well-decorated room. The girl pushed him inside, making him stumble slightly, digging his claws into the ground to steady himself. She followed him into the hollow tree, shoving her way in front of him, and she called out to someone.
"Queen Solaris, we have an intruder. I do not know what to do with it."
"Hold on, just a moment, dear!" another voice responded, followed by rushed footsteps down the spiraling stairs. Another person entered their sights; A tall Faerie, about six feet with long, leaf-green hair and dark brown, almost black skin, with eyes the colour of gold. "This must be Queen Solaris," Nebulis thought, greeting her with a shy wave. "Oh my, you are quite the specimen," Solaris spoke. "Are you Draconic, perhaps?" "Ah, no ma'am, I am a Creator entity," he responded, The girls' eyes widened. "Creator entity?" the Elf questioned. Nebulis turned to her. "Yes." "What is such a creature?" Solaris asked him, and he turned back to her.
"Well... I am the creator of this world. Some would refer to me as God, but the true God is Lord Galactica, who is my creator," he explained, and Queen Solaris' eyes lit up with intrigue and excitement. "You are the child of God?!" she exclaimed, walking up to him and taking ahold of his clawed hands. "Oh, my, it is an honor to meet you, my lord! I have been awaiting a visit from you for so long!" "I-- ah, thank you?" Nebulis said, unsure of how to respond to the sudden enthusiasm coming from the Queen.
She let go of his hands and spoke. "Oh! Hold on, just a moment, my lord! I have prepared a gift for you!" she said before jogging back up the stairs, returning moments later with a shining object in her hands. She held it out towards him, and he studied it for a few moments before taking it into his claws. A golden crown, adorned with many different gems. “A crown?" he said, twisting it in his hands, taking in all its details. The gems were carved very carefully, made to be perfectly symmetrical; two multicoloured stones were set at the front of the crown, placed in such a manner that made it look like a heart, with a diamond-shaped ruby underneath.
"Yes, my lord. You are the child of The Great One, are you not? That makes you royalty--royalty that rules the entirety of the world, all across the sea of stars!" Solaris said, ending with a small, polite bow. How odd, a Queen bowing to someone she's never met. "It's only fitting for royalty to have a crown," she continued, gesturing to her own shining accessory. The Elf beside him nodded. "She is correct," she said. "It simply isn't right for you to not have a crown, Prince..." she trailed off, realizing she doesn't know his name. "Prince... ah, what is your name, my lord?" she questioned, awaiting his response.
Nebulis hesitated for a moment. "Should I really give them this information?" he thought. He'd already told them quite a bit about himself, including his origins and creator. "Mmm, whatever. I've told them so much already, knowing my name wouldn't hurt anyone," he concluded, placing his new crown atop his head. His flaming hair flicked around the metal, giving it a beautiful shine from the multicoloured glow. "My name is Nebulis. Pleased to meet your acquaintance."
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more good news from tiktok: they’ve started blocking celebrities.
they’re calling it block party 2024. just blocking and ignoring countless celebrities who havent said shit about palestine. influencers, actors, anyone who went to the met gala, whatever, they’re getting blocked. and people keep talking about how cathartic it is, how good it feels, how they never realized they could DO that. there was some kind of subconscious law against blocking famous people, but it’s broken, and people are LOVING it. and it’s WORKING. a social media/digital advertising coordinator was talking about how ad companies are PANICKING, because they can’t accurately target anymore. so many big influencers, including fucking LIZZO started talking about palestine the MOMENT their follower counts started going down. and the best part? no one is forgiving them. lizzo posted a tiktok asking people to donate to palestinian families, and all the comments just said you’re a multimillionaire. put your money where your mouth is. blocked.
i feel like i’m witnessing the downfall of celebrity culture, right here right now. people are waking up.
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Me, after forgetting to cut the top off an onion before dicing it: “Aw dammit”
The Gordon Ramsey that lives in my head: “Don’t worry there, this mistake isn’t going to ruin anything. No need to be too hard on yourself”
Me: “Wow, that’s…not what I was expecting”
Gordon: “Of course, you ought to know by now that I don’t shout at cooks just to do so. I do it because the people in hit television show Kitchen Nightmares are putting their services out into the public and claim to be good enough to have the title of head chef. You’re just some guy in your twenties making beef stroganoff for yourself and your roommate. I’m kind of a dick, yeah, but I’m not gonna scream at you for a minor mistake like this”
Me: “Oh….well…thanks”
Gordon: “You’re welcome…cunt…”
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The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.
Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?
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