uh oh new plot brainrot
Iroh returns home in a curious condition with his new addition, a blessing from the spirits crafted from his own heart, just before Azulon names Ozai as next in line for the throne.
With this event unfolding, Azulon can’t argue Iroh’s birthright; he is both baffled and so proud that his son has been chosen by the spirits themselves to herald such a future Fire Lord, a child to potentially wrap up the war and guide the world the way Sozin dreamed. Iroh and Zion’s status rises above mere royalty and becomes something akin to divinity, the true rulers of the Fire Nation and beyond. With Iroh’s place in the succession of Fire Lords quickly returned without hesitation, word of the man who conquered Ba Sing Se being granted a new child from the Spirit World is cause for grave concern through what remains of the other nations. Are they truly doomed to live in the shadow of the Fire Nation? Or will the Avatar rise up again to save them?
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My True Enemy
Based on every time I try to write or draw anything.
You write a few sentences, but it's too late.
His eyes are on you.
Those big round ones, somewhere between yellow and green.
He makes an activation noise as, in the corner of your eye, he stands onto two legs, paws on your chair.
Suddenly, before you can even stop to give him what he desires, what he yearns for, he stretches out a single leg and you feel the claws.
Oh those claws...
They touch your arm gently, but you feel the sharpness of them, like the tips of deadly blades.
You pet and scratch his head, purrs erupt from him.
Looks like you won't be writing for a while. He needs your attention right now and no amount of fighting it will stop him.
You spend the next fifteen minuets playing with him until he stops.
You still have no idea if this is what he wanted... but he at least seems satisfied.
Maybe he thought you were sad?
Things to think about when you try to imagine a life without a cat to bother you with their undying need for love and attention.
You decide you prefer this over the silence and being left alone, as much as you miss it.
He is your dopamine factory and you'll be damned to not give into his desires and wishes for a few hours if needed.
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losers playing ttrpgs... losers playing ttrpgs save me...
mike is running a multi-year homebrew ttrpg campaign that is basically just a combination of any rulebook the losers can get their hands on + anything they come up with. i know it to be true. the campaign started as a call of cuthulu campaign but it is now a terrifying mix of call of cuthulu, dungeons & dragons, and cyberpunk with elements from a dozen other games including star wars: the roleplaying game, warhammer, harnmaster and somehow alma mater(??? idk how. but i know this happened). richie was like. "mike man, i love you forever, you're great at this. but why don't i have magic powers?" and he pointed at ben's collection of d&d rulebooks he'd been browsing through and he sounded so earnest and excited that mike knew in that moment he was going to sacrifice the integrity of his cool mystery campaign so richie could cast vicious mockery (99% sure vicious mockery didn't exist yet... don't quote me on that but it doesn't matter because the idea of richie using it constantly is hilarious)
they've all been playing the same characters for years and they keep convincing mike to add more stuff so they're all like super powerful and mike keeps having to come up with more and more powerful enemies.
mike's dice collection is so so so cool he has so many dice, and whenever he introduces a new important character he goes out and gets dice that fit their theme and it is such a moneysink but it's worth it because ooooh pretty dice
after four occasions where the losers decided to adopt a random npc mike hadn't planned anything for, mike has started planning every single npc out down to the specifics of their childhood education. he has endless character sheets hanging out in his room with characters he's created that populate his game world.
okay hanbrough agenda time: bill is the most oblivious guy in the entire world. i know this. (he is the guy who looks at brokeback mountain and goes "what do you mean it was gay? why can't men be friends anymore?" this is based on that one passage at the beginning of the book where he goes on one of those "why can't the curtains just be blue because they're fucking blue" rants lol. he does not know what media literacy is. to me) and mike is. increasingly frustrated and feels like he's losing his mind. he is like head in hands because he asked bill to go to prom with him and bill was like "yeah sure man! sounds great, you're my bestie forever!", and he has no idea what to do, because how is this man this dense, so he just starts having all of his NPCs fall head over heels for bill's character and flirt like madmen. it is painful for everyone involved. except bill. who still has no idea what is going on. that is a very unfortunate month.
mike and ben hang out a lot and ben helps mike brainstorm for the campaign so ben has all this insider knowledge and mike will just look at him before something insane happens in the campaign. they'll like make eye contact and ben will be like holy shit holy shit holy shit :0 and mike just drops some insane new lore. it's very special to me.
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Thank you @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @birdclowns @bonheur-cafe for the tags today. You all really hit it out the park with the snippets today!! Thank you for continuing to share, it makes my day 🖤
Carlos and Ana were silent as they watched Jeremy make his way through the crowd of their cousins up to the deck where they were sitting. He had a puzzled sort of expression on his face as he shot glances over his shoulder to where he left his son playing with TK in the grass.
“Your boyfriend asked me if I could tell him his horoscope for the day,” Jeremy said. “I thought you said he’d never met Luisa before?”
Ana burst out laughing, though she quickly tried to cover it up with a cough and wide, innocent eyes as her husband frowned at her.
Carlos shook his head, trying to conceal a love-sick grin at the thought of TK fitting in so seamlessly with his family that he picked up on inside jokes he hadn’t been told about. “He hasn’t.”
tagging @lightningboltreader @reyesstrand @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @welcometololaland but no pressure if you're not wanting to share 🫶🏻 (if you've already posted and i've missed it please let me know!!)
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do you have any galadriel brainrot rattling around that you want to share? I'm especially fascinated by any/all galadriel & maglor ideas either in the third age, or otherwise...chiefly bc of your portrayal of them in "the final verse" is so interesting ...Or just, brainrot in general? Always love hearing your takes on things <3 <3 <3
Always.
If I'm focusing on her relationship with Maglor however, I think it may be funny to share that I don't think Galadriel likes Maglor much at all, but rather pities him. He is, arguably, the most wretched elf alive by the end of things, and a decent reflection of what she could have been had she made different, probably tempting choices in her life. Maglor chose something over goodness (whether that was family, pride, loyalty, or whatever, it kind of depends on your reading of him, but whatever it was, he prioritized that thing over being a decent person), while Galadriel was faced with the choice of her ambition and pride over goodness - and in her case, where it mattered, she chose right. She knows how that temptation can feel, however, and I would imagine that Maglor (and Maedhros, back when he was around) were and are very personal cautionary examples of where personal desire can lead when not tempered by wisdom and care.
You know, I like to think that it would be Galadriel to drag Maglor back to Valinor? Not because she likes him, or because she thinks he deserves it, but because my picture of Galadriel is someone who has seen so many loose ends left untied, between Morgoth's escape, the Valar leaving Middle Earth and its people in the lurch of Morgoth's hatred and warring, and the aftermath of the War of Wrath (e.g. Sauron was left unaccounted for, enabling all of the sorrow to come). Leaving Maglor behind means that the story isn't done, the elves will never fully leave, he'll just fade away into a vague sea-voice, an unending, quavering note, held past the point of breaking, never finished. I think that, where Elrond would honor Maglor's grief and choice, Galadriel would be just unimpressed and impatient with it all. "No, we're not doing this again, get on the damn boat. Mourn in Lorien if you must, but I'll be damned again before I leave you here."
I think it also stems from the idea that, by the end of the third age, I think Galadriel is tired of almost everything, tired enough that old grudges - however deserved - are just not worth clinging to. He's done awful things, but depending on how you read her, hasn't Galadriel also? She's either a bit player in the Silmarillion or she abandoned her family entirely - for someone so skilled, and who later (in her fading years) demonstrates such will and power, it implies a personal history of just generally keeping her hands off. And if she was hands-on, then she failed like everyone else. She's connected to everything intimately, so no matter the reading, there's pain and failure there. Maglor has obviously done more, but understanding doesn't come from equivalence, it comes from kinship.
And, I think the last reason she'd do it, is because Galadriel almost certainly knew Nerdanel. After having to endure Celebrian's situation, after Luthien's departure (and presumably the grief that caused Melian), and now having to face telling Celebrian that she'll never see Arwen again, I don't think Galadriel would just accept Maglor's self-imposed exile knowing it would harm Nerdanel as well. It would be one last, unnecessary tragedy to pile onto an exorbitant pile (and, in my headcanons of Galadriel's history, I like to imagine that she and Nerdanel had a connection of friendship for various reasons). There's a whole sub-narrative about mothers having to just accept the loss of their daughters in the Silmarillion (Earwen joins the list, and Anaire, and--), and if Galadriel has shown anything, it's that she strongly defies convention.
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