Started daydreaming about a Dominion AU at work today and had to write down some thoughts for it before I went to bed because now I’m sad that if I ever wanna see content for it I’ll have to probably make it myself so, ye.
Viking Piglin AU
Set early Viking’s season one
Viking goes to see Joy for some reason only to find that she isn’t there
Viking decides to snoop
Joy has been working on a potion to help translate speech between players and full piglins
One potion had the unusual effect of turning overworld matter into nether matter
(“My beetroots have been crimson roots for two weeks!”)
Joy set that one aside for further experimentation
Joy went to go find Legundo to properly test the translation potion since he’s fluent in Piglin
Legundo notices Viking poking around in Joy’s house and decides to try and spook him
Viking drops the potion he had been looking at and is transformed!
He’s alive again!
Grows tusks and tail
Nails get tougher
More easily distracted by gold
Normal heart rate instead of very slow, near dead one
Malnourished
You can’t tell me that existing purely on golden carrots is good for a person
We’re gonna pretend most of the people get together for a “check in” dinner once a week and he’s always got some convenient excuse to miss it
Skinny tall string bean of a man
Viking panics, understandably so
Legundo’s instincts kick in at seeing a younger piglin in distress
Although he wasn’t the leader of his group he still had responsibility
The younger piglins all enjoyed training with him
Viking would probably be close in age to a recent “warrior graduate”
A Piglin that was fresh out of training
Still young and needing protection, usually paired with an older warrior to do guard duty around the perimeter and stuff
It’s revealed that Viking will probably be stuck this way for a while (or forever)
Legundo decides to teach him how to be a proper Piglin
Starting with helping him to stop running into walls
Phantom instincts are hard to shake
Legundo and Viking bond!
They’re brothers now your honor
Lots of emotional talks once barriers are broken down
Viking finally opens up about his past/lack of memory??? Real Not Clickbait??
Others get roped in too
Starts as increase of dinners to try and keep tabs on Viking
Eventually everyone starts getting together because they learn to enjoy each other's company.
SLEEPOVERS!
GIANT CUDDLE PILES!!
They all just become one giant, strange interconnected found family
People would figure out Jaime’s corruption sooner?
Maybe spawn wouldn’t be doomed?
Lots of stuff to think about
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Am I pretending to be more stressed than I am to make myself seem extra capable when I come through this just fine, or am I stressed as fuck and just unable to actually gauge my own stress levels enough to tell?
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People against piracy fail to realize that no, I can’t just ‘buy it.’ They stopped making DVDs and Blu-Rays. They’re barely offering digital copies for download. I am not spending money I could use for food or bills to pay for a subscription service just so I can always have access to a beloved piece of media. Especially not when the service will remove media on a whim without concern for how the loss of access to that piece will make its artistic conservation nigh impossible.
For example, I recently learned that Disney+ had an original film called Crater. It’s scifi, family friendly, and seems cool - I would love to buy it as a holiday gift for my little brother! But: it’s exclusive to D+ and THEY REMOVED IT LITERALLY MONTHS AFTER ITS RELEASE.
The ONLY way I can directly access this film is through piracy. The ONLY available ‘copies’ of this film are hosted on piracy websites. Disney will NEVER release it in theaters, or as something to buy, and it may NEVER return to the streaming service. It will be LOST because we aren’t allowed to purchase it for personal viewing. If I can’t pay to own it, I won’t pay for the privilege of losing it when corporate decides to put it in a vault.
So yes, I’m going to pirate and support piracy.
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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