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Izuku: Dad, I talk to ghosts

Aizawa: so, you aren't just talking to Hagakure when I find you out past curfew?

Izuku: no, I'm talking to dead people. One of them looks like Kacchan and he keeps standing right next to him to freak me out and it's not nice and all of them need tharapy.

Aizawa; why do they need tharapy?

Izuku: one of them became a hermit and lived in the woods, and the rest of them were murdered by All for One.

Aizawa: *speechless* how have you lived with them?

Izuku: starts crying

(I don't know if you could bounce some ideas off of this but I appreciate the quotes you do. I think talking to ghosts in front of people is extremely funny especially when it's your adopted dad.)

(okay first off thank you for this omg! I'm crying but I have something in my drafts that's something like this that I wanna turn into a story so I might take some of this as inspo but! onwards to the qoute!)

aizawa : Oh shit uh! don't cry? idk? uh?

Nana Shimura : dahm he's bad at comfort isn't he?

izuku still sobbing : Hes trying his hardest nana!

aizawa : WHAT???

Izuku : one of the ghosts!

aizawa : I'm so confused and concerned for your health right now.

one for all users threw izuku : haha mood!

aizawa :OH WHAT THE FUCK HELLO?!

izuku still crying : that was them!

aizawa : uh okay uh right so my son talks to dead people okay cool cool I can deal with this.... WAIT IS THIS WHY YOUR ALWAYS FREZZING TO THE TOUCH????

izuku wiping his eyes : mhm they're clingy! it gets cold when they hug me or be around me rather then in my mind!

aizawa in shock : i need to sit down. I adopted one child but got.... how many?

izuku :... 7 and a half...

aizawa nodding : I adopted one child and got 7 and a half dead people for free.... whag type of deal is this?

izuku laughing a little : you and me both. I thought I was just getting a quirk but I got funky ghosts and 7 more quirks!

aizawa : i need a drink to even think about prosessing this.

one for all users threw izuku : our bad sir if it helps we were all heros and vigilantes..... except two of us

aizawa : Oh.

Are you in love with Beerus?

Well, I do for many reasons, the main one is that the first time I seen him, that was on a December of 2016 (at least in Italy) I was young and I was on a reaaally hard time, basically depressed, and he was the only thing that was making me happy and not bringing me to the point of taking drastic decisions, eventually I ended deeply love him with all myself and I still do nowadays

Plus an apology to all the draw requests, I got a fever, is hard to do anything at the moment

Thanks for the question!

Hello my friends I am Hanan from Gaza. I have three children. Asking for help is not easy I need your help. If you can, please donate to save my life and the lives of my children. I ask everyone to donate a small amount of $15 or $25. It will save my children from death and help me cover travel and rebuilding expenses 🍉🇵🇸 My link is in my bio. (Please see my resume) https://www.gofundme.com/f/9s6zht-please-help-my-family-in-gaza?utm_source=copy_link&utm_medium=customer&utm_campaign =man_sharesheet_ft&utm_content=amp9c&attribution_id=sl:3834f25d- d0cf-48ab -8eb1-7486b0785867 My account was verified by @90-ghost

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Reblogs are much much appreciated thanks again all for cut some of your time to read

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Mr. Mittens, They/Them

So, I said that someday I’d upload ref sheets for my marvel ocs, but I never guessed that it’d be all at once 💀💀💀

here’s a summary of each (heads up folks, I’m pretty sure I wrote the sequel to The Bible)

Marley Underwood: She’s just a fangirl character I made for Smokey. I like to imagine she runs a blog or something dedicated to her. She likes to hang around the arcade that Cami works at, who is rather fond of the kid.

Captain StinkBomb: He’s an experiment like Rocket, being number 89R14. He snuck off the Higher Evolutionary’s ship and fled to Counter-Earth, where he lived his life as a small farmer in the woods. That was until the guardians showed up and CE blew up. He, obviously, was upset and blamed the guardians for what happened. Now he lives his life as a space pirate until Rocket met him and they became friends.

Chris Caleb/The Brown Recluse: I made a post a few months back with his story and spider suit, but basically, Chris was an orphan bitten by a radioactive brown recluse. Because of the untreated spider bite, he developed gangrene, but because of the mutation, any part of his body that rotted off instantly regenerated. He was adopted by my universe’s Doc Ock and became a superhero, all though, most of the crimes he stops are usually his dad’s.

Dom Lee Cho/The Sun God’s Disciple (hero name is still a WIP, would love better suggestions): I don’t have too much of a story, but basically, Dom was chosen to be next in line as a disciple of Haemosu, which is the Korean Sun God. His father, who was the previous disciple, was murdered by a jealous follower of Haemosu. Dom is hesitant to take the title, insert something about generational trauma and legacy, yeah…it ain’t much, but it’s honest work.

Miguél Rodriguez/NightVision: So, Miguél is basically an ex-con who is trying to get his life back together. He gets a job at Crystal Corporations, a tech company trying to change the world as we know it. One day, while cleaning up, Miguél finds mysterious crystal shards in the trash behind the facility and decides to take them back to his apartment so he and his roommate, Archer Dodge, can mess around with them. Realizing that the crystals have powers stored in them, Miguél takes this as a sign to become what he’s always wanted to be, a superhero. He and Archer work together to create NightVision and Miguél becomes a sorta micro celebrity in NY. His boss, a shady businessman named Giovanni, finds this out and coaxes Miguél into working together, making Miguél a poster boy for Crystal Corp. Giovanni, like any shady white guy businessman, is basically stealing Miguél’s hard work and claiming it to be his own, and when Miguél tries to call things off, Giovanni blackmails Miguél into staying with the company through Miguél’s criminal records. Miguél breaks things off and his crimes are exposed (I’m still wondering about the crimes in question) and Giovanni becomes the new “hero.” Looking more into Crystal Corp and its business practices, Miguél realizes that Crystal Corporation is using these crystals for Evil Shit (tm) so now it’s up to Miguél to take down the company, which he does, but Giovanni dies in the process. This leads to Miguél having an opportunity to become the new president of Crystal Corp. He rejects this, however, and gives the title to the Giovanni’s assistant, Sook Lee Cho (who happens to be Dom’s sister omgggg)

CatFish: There isn’t much of a story to CatFish yet, but here’s what I have so far. CatFish, legal name Kenny Campbell, was a kid growing up in the ghettos of Detroit. He lived with his single mom, who was an asshole to him, and never really cared for him, especially when he started questioning his gender identity. Because of this, CatFish would always get involved with gang violence and other legal trouble. This continued until an attack on the US was made from HYDRA, and a 10 year old CatFish was met with Dr. Edward White, who claimed he was part of a rescue team that was trying to help the children in the war. Of course, Kenny was actually experimented on and became the way his is now. While living his life in Project K wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, he’d rather be there under the command of Dr.White rather than go back to his mom, wherever she was. I mean, Dr.White was even nice enough to let Kenny transition, so how bad could he possibly be?

Amar Bucciarati: Born in a small town in Spain, Amar was either always bullied or babied for his blindness. He couldn’t go out without a ball to the face, or a kick to the shin, and he couldn’t stay in without his family trying to coddle him and do everything within their power to “cure” him. He couldn’t stand it. All he wanted, just once, was to be treated like a normal person. When he was 8, his town was attacked by HYDRA, and was left alone in the rubble of his home until Dr.White came to help. He was experimented on and developed telekinetic abilities. With these abilities, Dr.White taught him how to become stronger, and use his skills for spatial awareness to help him see. Since then, Amar has been nothing but loyal to Dr.White, and will always be White’s most faithful soldier.

Dr.Edward White: So, this is the moment you all’ve been waiting for. So, Edward was born in Tennessee as the younger brother to Chris White.

Growing up, Eddie was always an outcast, often being seen as “weird and creepy” compared to the charm of his brother. Home life wasn’t any better, with an abusive father and an exhausted mother, Eddie was always seemed invisible. He found one thing he loved, which was science. He always flourished in school, and was on his way to change the world. He became obsessed with the idea of superheroes, and wanted to,not be them, but make them. This obsession made his family rather…uneasy. Everyday Eddie would always talk about how he wanted to experiment on people, studying the human body and it’s limits, even going so far as to take live animals and “work” on them. This continued all the way up into his adulthood, being a successful geneticist and biologist, while his brother became a famous football player and was married to his wife, Clara, a nurse. On April 12th, 2005, Clara have birth to a beautiful baby girl, which the couple decided to name Camellia Anabelle White, the first name being after the flowers they were so lovingly given to them during their honeymoon in Japan. Eddie couldn’t explain it, but he felt such a deep connection the moment he laid eyes on his niece, one that he knew he wanted to keep. When Camellia, shortened to Cami, was growing up, her and Eddie became inseparable. Eddie would always teach her how the world works and take care of her when babysitters or her parents couldn’t, and would always indulge in listening to whatever his niece was fascinated with at the time.

The two would often visit an open field filled with colorful flowers and waste the day away with bliss until it was time to go home. If he wasn’t by Cami’s side, Eddie was at work. He would continue to conduct his superhero experiments at a little facility called HYDRA. If he wasn’t there, he was posing as a scientist for the government, and feeding the information back to HYDRA. One year, Dr.White got word on the possibility of certain people having a certain chromosome mutation that would grant the person superpowers, these people were known as “Mutants.” When the US found out about their information being sold to other parties, there was talks of war looming over the world. Eddie knew this, and used it as an opportunity to start funding a facility that was designed to continue the education of children in case war was coming, this building was known as Project K. Still hiding as a weasel for HYDRA, Dr.White was assigned a new task, “Make sure the war happens.” He and other scientists would start causing havoc amongst parts of the US, trying to provoke the government into war. Looking at all the people that were affected by the destruction that was being, Dr.White got an idea. “With the new research we’ve gotten on superhuman abilities, why not run experiments on the children of the war?” It sounded insane, ludicrous, but Eddie had an explanation. “People are always hesitant to war, but the children? The children would go out and fight anybody that took away their homes and families without hesitation! As for our opponents? What kind of monsters would they be if they were to hurt such sweet and innocent souls?” As crazy as Eddie was, he was also a genius. This was when Project K became a breeding ground for mutant experiments, where damages would be done, Dr.White would take the children, and run experiments on them. This pattern continued until White was given another idea. What’s stopping him from bringing Cami into the mix? August 19th, 2011, Cami was left at home with a babysitter, staying up late to watch her dad play in the championship game. She wanted to go, but her parents all wanted to keep their daughter out of the presses. Both Cami and her babysitter watched the game, cheering for the girl’s father…until an explosion went off in the center of the field, then another in the crowd, and another, and another, until the cameras shut off and the TV cut to static. Cami, being only 6, didn’t understand what was happening or why her babysitter was making such frantic calls to her parents. She only realized what happened when a tearful Uncle Eddie came home, but her parents didn’t. Eddie took her in to Project K, a few months after the funeral, and ran tests on Cami. The first thing Eddie needed was a blood sample from Cami to look into her DNA for the now known X-Gene. Unfortunately, she wasn’t compatible, not at first. Eddie remembered research he’d done on mutants and called back to a serum that would make people with a recessive X-Gene into a dominant one. He spent weeks perfecting the formula, and finally out Cami under the needle, or needles. He ran test after test on her, putting her body through straining tasks that not even adults could handle (if you’ve seen Deadpool, YOU KNOW)

Finally, Cami gained the ability to control fire, and what a glorious flame it was. Eddie continued getting kids and running tests on them, the facility now more productive than ever with the new serum being used, and started training the children to use their new abilities for combat. This was when he would then send out kids 12+ to their first battles in the now ongoing war, dubbed WWX. This wasn’t enough for Eddie, however, he wanted to aim even higher, and so, started running tests on his top soldier, Cami included, to push them to their genetic limits. These new types of mutants were called “Provectus,” meaning advanced in Latin. With the difference between them and normal mutants being that they now have a new subset of their original powers. This sparked another building called “Provectus Mundi,” or “Advanced World” in English. Where it was Cami and 9 other kids being held as the most dangerous of Dr.White’s army. Eddie and Cami’s relationship would continue to strain until a 15 year old Cami was snooping through old files in her uncle’s lab and found an audio recording of the night where her parents died, the night where Dr.White killed them. Eddie attempted to explain himself, manipulating her into staying quiet, but Cami wasn’t having it. She burned Eddie alive, leaving him disfigured so severely, that he had to replace parts of his body with tech. This lead to Cami wanting nothing to do with her uncle, refusing to listen to him any chance he got. Which, in turn made Eddie upset. In his mind, what he was doing was all out of love. After a mission, it was reported that Cami was MIA and Eddie was LIVID, going off in the rest of his niece’s team. This disappearance caused him to go off the deep end, becoming more violent and aggressive than normal, even at his angriest. He even went as far as to give himself mutant abilities just for a chance of growing strong enough to find Cami. This time period was also when he started research on another concept that had been swimming in the back of his mind since the beginning, the multiverse. He finds Cami in the current MCU timeline and starts building his own machine to successfully travel through the multiverse, finally being able to see his niece again. Of course, this doesn’t necessarily work. With Cami finding her strength and beating the ever loving hell out of Eddie, getting other mutants to slowly take apart the original Project K. Before his last breath, Eddie looked his niece in the eyes and squeaked out his last words

“I love you…so much Camellia…”

I’m honoured you think I did a good job sweetheart 💕🫶🏻✨ cuz I just got lost while writing and that’s what came out at the end :)

love making with ot8 🤍🤍(separate)

𖥻 love making

♡┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐐𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; Stray Kids

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: how I think love making with them would be :) (wrote for everyone besides Seungmin and I.N cuz I wasn’t sure about them hope you don’t mind…might add them later on)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 :: smut ( 18+ ) , soft skz , sub!reader , a bit aftercare , cumming inside

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ::

He is such a soft boy when he wants to be, probably in the mood for soft sex if he is exhausted or if he just wants to show you how much he loves you. He will not really care if he gets to cum only focusing on your pleasure for example using his fingers and/or mouth until you’re seeing stars. He enjoys eating you out because every time he does your hand wanders into his curls to tug on them while moaning his name. He will cover you in kisses and marks as much as you let him while whispering praises against your skin telling you how good you taste and how pretty you sound. If you aren’t exhausted after the toe curling high he gives you and he gets to fuck you it’s much slower than usual. His trusts slow but deep letting you feel him deep inside your tummy, letting you feel every inch of him. He likes it when you play with his hair while whining his name right beside his ear. He will hold off his own high in order to make you both cum together instead. After you both cum chan likes to stay inside u for a bit longer enjoying the feeling of your soft walls wrapped around him. He nuzzles his face in your neck and kisses your neck while praising you even more, while his hands roam around your body massaging your trembling thighs while enjoying the way your hand plays with his hair.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ::

Minho prefers rough sex but on some days where he just feels so overwhelmed by your love for him or if dance practice was exhausting and you want to make him feel good. For example he gets home exhausted and you already prepared a warm bubble bath for him just because you could hear the exhaustion in his voice when he called you. So when you both sit in the bathtub (you’re on his lap) and you’re running your hands over his sore muscles making him throw his head back enjoying your touch. You tease him by moving your hips against him. Minho lets you take control and just holds your hip or thighs. you sink down on him all at once and just stay still, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours and the way his dick feels inside you. Enjoys it when you ride him because he gets an amazing view of your breasts and the way you throw your head back in pleasure while moaning his name. He praises you and moans out your name the sounds getting louder the faster you move or the tighter you clench around him. Makes sure you come first and the feeling of your cunt clenching around him brings him over the edge, filling you up with his high. Minho will hold you tight against him and rub your back while thanking you. He will cuddle you in bed after while playing with your hair and watching a movie.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 ::

I think he will choose soft love making mostly after dates for example a dinner date or a movie date. Will eat your cunt like a five star meal until you’re unable to say anything besides your name. He enjoys feeling your thighs tremble beside his head or in his hands. Enjoys it when you pull him closer to your cunt with your hand in his hair. When Changbin fucks your cunt his movement is slow only speeding up a bit when you ask him to go faster. He enjoys deep but softer trusts. Tells you to moan as loud as you want because he wants to know that he is making you feel good. Changbin likes the way your eyes roll back and his name is the only thing you can say. He will make you cum as often as you want although if you’re to exhausted he tells you it’s okay if he didn’t get to cum but you suck him off anyways cuz who would say no to the opportunity to suck this man off?

𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 ::

This man looooooves soft sex and probably only fucks you rough if you beg for it or if you’ve been a brat. This man will first stuff you full of his cum only to eat you out after. He enjoys the taste of your combined highs The first time you will get to cum is on his dick cuz he wants to feel you clench around him as he fills you up while praising you and leaving marks over your neck and chest. Plays with your boobs too and enjoys how sensitive you are. Will stay insider your warm cunt for a few minutes enjoying the feeling of your mixed cum slowly flowing out of you. Hyunjin is determined to get you to cum at least once or twice more with his fingers and his mouth. He calls you his beautiful muse and tells you how he wishes to paint you naked some time will bring you water and some snacks after cleaning you up and giving you a sweet kiss. POST SEX CUDDLES :)

𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 ::

This man will 100% fuck you in the studio if he has a writers block or a burn out. He will just ask you if he can eat you out to distract himself and who would say no to this man’s mouth and tongue on your body? Definitely not you…Jisung gets pretty whiny the longer he stays between your legs getting to taste your sweet cunt. He could cum in his pants from the way your thighs tremble around his head and your fingers grip his Hair. Lets you ride him and touch him all you want. You can control the pace and where you want his hands to be. Jisung enjoys the way you clench around him every time he praises you. Jisung will only help you move if you ask for it or if you’re too tired. Likes to either cum inside you or on your chest. Tired Jisung is all in all pretty sweet and lets you do whatever you want. If he came inside you he will stay inside you for some time while cuddling you under the blanked because he enjoys feeling your body close to his.

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 ::

This man could make you cum from just his thighs and his voice if he wanted to. Felix is mostly in the mood for slow sex if it’s his day off or the weekend. He likes it that you seem to enjoy praising him as much as he does enjoy praising you. Felix enjoys telling how pretty you look while sucking him off or while he slowly fucks you. He would let you leave tiny marks on him if he doesn’t like have to perform or show much skin. Felix would smile every time he sees the heart shaped hickey on his chest remembering the soft tone of your voice asking him if you can leave a small mark there. Felix enjoys soft sex in the bedroom, the way he slowly moves his hips against yours making sure he hits your sweet spot every time. Your hands around his neck holding him close to you as he brings you to a high yet again. If your hands aren’t on his neck he will hold them on your sides intertwined together while kissing you passionately. He will draw the sex out for as long as he can to make sure you feel as good as he is. When you both cum it’s always together while moaning each other’s names. Felix takes a bath with you and rubs your back and playing with your hair. After a quick change of the sheets he will cuddle with you under the soft blanket while watching a show or a movie on low volume.

Hi there 👋,

My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

it’s been a while since i made a post, but i got trusted with this ask message and i wouldn’t mind coming back to share this to others who follow me

unfortunately, i can’t donate, but i have the opportunity to spread word for others on my behalf, so to those seeing this, the best thing you can do is repost if you can’t donate either or if you can, it would be very appreciated for this man and his children

please offer the unlimited time you have to heard his voice and be mindful on how you communicate with this call of being heard from over seas

Made a little something after eating a lollipop. I pointed the lollipop to my light in my room and saw how shiny it looked. This was the final result. The top username on my watermark is my username on other platforms while the bottom one is my tumblr username! Thanks for taking a look and/or reading this post!

LOOK AT IT! ITS VATRA!!!

*ACENDS* BRO. THIS IS AMAZING! CANT WAIT FOR CHAPTER 3!!!!

Cedric is honored by the royal family beyond anything he could have imagined. But just when things couldn't be better, a familiar threat emerges...

@bettathanyou @moonypears-blog @fantadym (You guys are the best).

*clears throat*

The Amazing Digital Circus Theorys

Pomni Edition

Ok so, probably no one is gonna see this so thank you if you actually have enough time to read this or like it in general

Admin theory:

Yes I know it’s stupid, most of my god damn theories are like the one where Spamton might be a little bit of Gasters soul but hear me out. Pomni might’ve been a admin or at least a office worker in the building where TADC might’ve been worked on/created and maybe logged on after work hours and forgotten the procedure to go under cover and not get their memory wiped since she’s the most human looking, well, human in TADC and The Exit has appeared to her multiple times and after she gets out of her “void trance” while traveling through The Corridors (the many exit place or C&A if you wanna call it that) and the glitch on her red hand disappeared after snapping out of it or it might’ve just been Caines fixing magic, your choice.

Controller of Abstracts theory

This one is a quickie but since Pomni has that little glitch in her red hand it might spread like some sort of virus since that’s what some glitches are/cause and eventually start controlling whether they abstract or not since Caine basically just locks them up in some sort of basement/sub void and probably be the co ringmaster (Idk what they called) like Bubble or something. (Might be Zooble or something instead lol)

Thank you for reading if you have, some of my theories are really stupid though but they make for good AUs I guess

RadioShow | RadioHusk | Alastor X Husk Headcanons PT. 1

I'm jumping on this train because why not 🤷

*sharply inhales* Alastor and Husk are Niffty's fathers, no one shall object

Giving the fact that Husk VA, Mick, has given good advice and is great at pep talks. I figured Husk would do this to those closest to him and Niffty so happens to be one of those closest peeps.

Alastor won't admit it but he is protective of Niffty and would most likely murder someone if someone dare to harm his pure child

(And mostly because I see Alastor and Niffty getting into a lot of mischief, and Husk has to wrangle them before they cause any harm)

Husk has his bad days/moments and while he prefers to be sulking alone, Alastor will do small little tokens of affection to his dear Husker in attempts to make him feel better

Alastor is a huge tease and isn't afraid to show it, he'd probably compliment Husk and try to get the cat demon all flustered

Husk is probably a jealous type, stating he doesn't care but he's willing to stab someone

Alastor is known to love cooking, so I'd imagine the Radio Demon to make mozzarella cheese for Husk

Husk has a terrible habit of not getting enough sleep and sometimes would pass out at the bar, to which Alastor been trying to get the gambler to stop doing so

(*cue the Deer Demon struggling to get the cat into bed*)

Alastor would definitely have multiple pet names for Husk (darling, dear Husker, kitty, wild-card, etc)

Husk isn't too openly affectionate but he will sneak a nuzzle to Al a few times a day, and if he's in a good mood, perhaps a small peck on the cheek

When they take naps, Husk uses his wings as a blanket for himself and Al, and Alastor finds it adorable

Alastor would pet the alcoholic gambler

(Husk won't admit it, but he enjoys the petting)

Husk and Al have those types of relationship where one would try to create chaos as much as they can and the other has to keep them under wraps

Husk likes to play Solitaire in his free time and would even teach Alastor some card games if the Deer Demon is interested

It's clearly seen that Husk has heart shape beans, and I can say without a doubt that Alastor would love to squish the beans

(Husk is embarrassed in general but doesn't completely object)

PT. 1 of RadioHusk headcanons for now, perhaps I'll post more at a later date owo

@ratatatattatatatta

@rosediamondqueen

Hope ya enjoy it ^^

it's okay

oh yeah anyway what I actually came on here to say

we muck up our lives SO MUCH yet never so much that God won't be there for us

it's okay

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Hey! Here's a little thing I wrote for @sincerely-sofie 's The Present is a Gift AU with her characters Twig and Kip. I wanted to get it out sooner, but alas life happened and I was unable to work on it as much as a wanted to. This is also the first time I've done any sort of creative writing in years, so hopefully it isn't too bad. Anyways, here it is! I hope you like it :)

The Sunrise

It was dawn when Kip woke up. It was rather early and he was still tired, but he rolled out of bed to go check on Twig. He knew she probably wanted her space, but he couldn’t help worrying about her more than usual after the previous few days’ events. He yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then quietly cracked open the door of Twig’s room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that she wasn’t there. He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was seeing right. Yup. Twig wasn’t there. Feeling panic begin to set in, Kip took a moment to breath and recollect himself.

“Calm down, there’s NO need to be freaking out about this,” he thought. “Twig likes going on walks when she needs to clear her head, or if she wants to be alone to think on something. She’s probably just doing that. She’s been through a ton the past few days, so it makes sense that she would want to do that. She’ll probably be back here soon.”

Despite knowing that, Kip decided to make a quick check outside anyway. He was already pretty awake after the initial shock of Twig’s absence, and taking a look couldn’t hurt. Maybe he could watch the sunrise while he was out there. He hadn’t done that in a while, and it would be a good way to unwind for a bit after the stress of the past week.

Apparently Twig had the same idea, because she was already sitting near the edge of the cliff looking off into the distance. She was visibly ok, and even seemed less tense than she had been recently. Despite this, Kip felt the need to make sure she was actually fine. He knew too well how Twig feels the need to hide anything that ails her from everyone no matter how serious it is, so it was going to take more than just visual evidence to convince him.

“How’ve you been holding up?” Kip asked as he approached. Twig jumped a little and spun her head around, relaxing again once she realized it was just him.

“Jeez dude, you scared me! Did you have to sneak up on me like that?”

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to startle you!” Kip responded. He hurried over to where Twig was and sat down next to her. “I just wanted to check up on how you were doing. I saw you weren’t in you room and I-”

Twig cut him off. “Relax man, I’m just giving you a hard time.” She gave him a playful punch to the arm. “And, umm. I’ve definitely been better. I think I’ve cried more than enough for an entire lifetime over the past few days. Maybe even two lifetimes. I didn’t even know fire types were capable of producing that much water.”

Kip chuckled at that. “Yeah, but it needed to happen, you know. That’s what you get for being silly and stupid and somehow convincing yourself that none of us like you.”

Twig sighed. “I know, I know, you’re right. It doesn’t mean I have to like it though. It’s physically AND mentally exhausting.”

“I feel you there. I feel worn out, and I haven’t cried anywhere near as much as you!”

“Yup. I totally have you beat.”

Kip gave her a baffled look. “Are you seriously bragging about how you’ve cried more than me?”

“I sure am. I gotta take my wins when I can get ‘em.”

He burst out laughing at that. “Well, if your jokes are anything to go off of, I’d say you’re holding up pretty well. Seems to me like the funny Twig I know and love is finally starting to come back. I guess I was worried about nothing.”

Twig shrugged. “I guess.” 

Neither one of them said anything else for a while. They sat in silence and watched the sun slowly climb higher on the horizon. It was one of the sunrises with lots of pink mixed in with the oranges and yellows; the kind that Twig loved the most. The sea below them glistened like gemstones, with rolling waves that shimmered in the bright light. Kip had almost forgotten how beautiful the sunrise was at Sharpedo Bluff. Sure, he could watch the sunrise when he was away on his expedition, but they just weren’t the same there as they were here. Besides, he was with Twig now, which made it even better.  

Kip smiled. “I missed this,” he murmured.

“Missed what?” Twig asked.

“This. Watching the sunrise with you. Going on walks. Just talking. You know, enjoying the little things in life with you.”

“Dude, you know you can still do those things without me right?”

“I guess, but they wouldn’t be the same. You’re what makes them special.”

They were both quiet for a bit. Twig was first to speak again. “Dang, I really messed up a lot of stuff with my dumb thoughts then. Sorry about that.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing for that!?” Kip responded. “None of us blame you for any of that stuff. If anything, it’s MY fault for not doing anything sooner despite seeing through all of your terrible lies. Besides, it’s in the past now. All we can do is focus on what we can do now, in the present.”

“I guess you’re right.” she said. “You know dude, if you really wanted to hang out with me THAT badly, you could’ve just asked.”

“Ok, noted. You’d better be prepared for lots of requests then if that’s what it’s gonna take.” Kip glanced over at Twig. Her expression was a bit troubled, as if she was contemplating something he had said. Seeing that, he nudged her and spoke again. 

“You know I meant it right? What I said before.” 

Twig turned her head to look at him. “What? The part about how me being there somehow makes things better?”

“Yeah, that one. I want to make sure that sticks with you, because you seem to be quick to forget it. You’re an amazing person. I know it’s hard for you to see it right now, but we all really do care for you more than you could imagine. And it doesn’t matter how long it takes you to convince yourself of all that, because all of us are happy to remind you as many times as it takes. Nothing you think or say or do will ever change that.”

Twig’s eyes started watering at that. “Seriously dude,” she croaked. “I was just complaining about how I was tired of crying. Did you really have to go and make me-”

Kip pulled her into a hug, cutting her off. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Twig. You always will be. Please don’t ever forget that.”

They stayed like that for a while. Kip held Twig there for as long as she needed to cry. After a bit, Twig slowly pulled away and took a moment to wipe the tears out of her eyes and regain her composure. 

“You good now?” Kip asked her.

“Yeah, I think so. I think I actually feel a bit better than before, funny enough.” She shifted her gaze back to the horizon, where the sun had climbed a bit higher over the ocean. They sat there quietly, simply enjoying each other’s presence. For the first time in a while, it seemed as if everything was truly at peace. 

Twig eventually broke the silence. “You know what? I missed this a lot too. This is nice.”

“Yeah,” Kip said, nodding in agreement. “This is nice.”

Four Kerilone outfits for various occasions. Dyes are not very common and quite hard to make, so most everyday clothes are undyed as in the winter outfit. However, red and blue dye - red from a plant, blue from various shellfish - are available. Kerilone courting takes place in the summer. The Kerilone are protandrous hermaphrodites, which means they all hatch male and gain the ability to become female upon reaching maturity. Females are larger than males, with darker colouring, and are less agile but stronger than males. Every year in winter the Kerilone shed their summer coats and grow new, white and fluffy winter coats (not shown in the picture), as well as losing their sexual characteristics as well as their ability to reproduce - the winters are very harsh, so all of their energy is needed simply to survive. After the winter, young adults can become either male or female: they have a modicum of choice in the matter, but it is largely down to environmental influences. However, as they age they lose the ability to become male and remain female for the rest of their lives. Like most Earth species they do not go through a menopause, however the average amount of chicks a Kerilone will rear in their lifetime is only about ten.

HSR Sunday's Boss Fight Theory.

(Spoilers for Penacony Quest Below!)

I feel like people are not talking enough about how Sunday literally almost ascended in his boss fight, as far as I can tell, anyway.

Like, he was the 'Embryo of Philosophy.' He was in the middle of turning into an Aeon following the path of Philosophy and ascending to take the place of Order instead of reviving Ena without his knowledge.

I think it is really sad when you think about how Sunday fully believed he was doing the right thing and tried to revive Ena, only to be tricked into unknowingly starting to ascend into Aeonhood.

I could ramble on and on about how sad of a character Sunday is and all that, but I have to stay on topic for now.

Anyway, back to his ascension.

So, I do want to point out something I noticed during his boss fight that I found rather... interesting.

During his third phase, we all know about his big attack that practically nukes your team, right?

Well, during that attack, we see a hand coming down and reaching towards Sunday, to which he reaches back and they touch fingers, causing the attack to happen.

The attack and scene in question.

Now, most people tend to assume that this is Ena, and I do as well. At least, I did think it was Ena until I stared at the screen a bit too hard and went, "Wait a damn minute–"

Dearest gentlereader, care to take a little looksie at Ena for me?

Ena, the Order.

Do you see that? Their hands?

That's right! Ena's hands don't match the hands during Sunday's boss fight at all.

So, I am going to tell you that this is not Ena and not Xipe either, because that wouldn't make sense at all. Even then, Xipe's hands are a deep blue, so that wouldn't match either.

Now, I know during that move, Sunday speaks as if he is talking to Ena, yes. However! If Sunday is truly oblivious to the fact he is ascending and is under the full belief that he is reviving Ena, he probably also does not realize that who he is talking to. IS. NOT. ENA.

So, who is it? Who is this this mysterious hand coming from the heavens? Well, what if I say it is the Aeons version of Sunday's hand?

Alright, don't scroll or click off, just hear me out!

The hand shares certain similarities to both Ena and Xipe. (The white part with the gold design being reminiscent of Ena. The thumb also shares a bit of Xipes color scheme, albeit with a bit of a stretch.)

You can also see during the scene that there are angel feathers coming down from where the hand comes from, something neither of the other Aeons possess. But you know who has feathers and wings? The handsomest man in Penacony, that's who!

During the build-up to the move, the subtitles were repeating the words from his diary, if I am correct, (which might has well just been a Bible at that point) until you get to the hand scene, as if slowly bridging the gap between his mortal body and his soon-to-be Aeon form.

Am I crazy? Am I right? I have no clue!

I might be totally off the mark with this, but I'm posting this anyway.

Bye ya'll, hope I didn't completely waste your time!

quick question:

i personality think the experience of being with family and/or friends while roasting marshmellos than actually eating the marshmellos, also i like the bonus of it being one of the few socially acceptable times to set something on fire, but the microwave doesn't burn one side to charcoal black and leaves the other side completely untouched, so idk they're both pretty good tho and this doesn't really matter but i'm curious what other ppl think

dollzmaker redraw

the one on the left is named kelsey and the one on the right is named kelly

this happen 2 me last night and tbh i spent 2 much time on this

btw do you like this version w/ my user all over the image or

just my user on it once, idk, i like the first better because the colour and it'll be harder to steal

also 4 any1 wondering what these little yellow guys are called "caritas amarillas" on pinterest you'll be able 2 find all the images in this one on there

anyways thanks for reading

Rant about aesthetics ig

ok pls tell me i'm not the only one who love aesthetics that are either a: pretty much any aesthetic that's like:

like how do i explain this? it's like a bad message + ★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 ★·.·´¯`·.·★ like:

idk how to explain this just. look at this. it's weirdly pleasing to look at, b: Gissy, pommi or the old green bathroom in ur dreams, okay so if you don't know what i mean by "gissy" or "pommi", gissy=GIS=girl interrupted syndrome so any aesthetic like

pommi is any aesthetic w/ pomegranates and using cannibalism as a metaphor for love, like if ur one pinterest like me you've prolly seen quotes like "i would've bled out if you told me you liked the colour red" or "i would've grown flowers in my lungs if you told me you like daisies" y'know like this:

i know, it's weird, but it's cool

anyways the last one kinda explains itself, like y'know that weird fever dream-ish aesthetic where it's kinda like:

y'know those dreams you have that are kinda like lucid dreams where you're aware this is a dream but can't wake up (or don't want to) they kinda look like those images above and it has it's normal dream elements like things being in places they don't belong or one second ur in ur bedroom the next ur at a beach, things of that nature

those dreams that feel so incredibility real but when you wake up you can hardly remember anything, normally just key moments or one moments and it's details, a example of this could be like a dream i recently had where i don't remember much but in order this is what i could scoundrel together

1: this weird moment where i'm in my school hallway and i'm running from something and the whole thing looks exactly like my school except this dead-end where there's this mid-size gap in the roof that's goes up into complete darkness and i (somehow because that goddamn hallway is like 10ft wide) get up into the gap and climb for like a minutes before i just fall up like (spoilers if ur just getting into stranger things) the upsidedown in stranger things where one characters finds this black hole in the ground (not a literal blackhole like a hole with black gunk around it) and the character goes in and falls into this other version of where they found this hole, anyways kinda like that but i fall into *smug laugh* my house

2: idk when tf this happened in the dream but i'm stuck in this gas station bathroom, like greenish lighting, slurs are written on the walls, the toilet itself looks like if you touched it you'd contract 7 different new viruses, y'know, a gas station bathroom, and i KNOW this shit was a dream because my dumbass was just calmly sitting there like i'm not trapped in one of the nastiest places in the northern hemisphere, also rap was just blasting one the radio, it sound like some teenagers came in the gas station w/ one of those hand-held speakers turned to full volume on 103.7 kiss FM (some1 plsss help me because i can't get the ♪one 'o three point seven *insert music here* kiss FM♪ beat outta my head it's burned into my mind helpppppp)

3: i was in a classroom (my 7th grade one even tho im in 8th) and my teacher turned on the news to the political debate and what showed up was a video of joe bidan questioning the country and it's root, how "great" america is and said ᵖᵃᵖᵉʳ before a shit ton of post-it-notes started crashing through own windows, like a tornado of pink, yellow and green post-it-notes (individually not the pack).

anyways, dreams where you can only remember a few details and thats it

and finally c: hear me out, 2014 tumblr, now im like 95% sure that the moment ya'll read "hear me out" you thought i was gonna say something dirty, well ur not entirely wrong about thinking that >:), like any aesthetic that came about or rose in popularity during 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓽 y'know the "it's 2014, ur 6 y/o again and a happy tree friends video caught your eye the age of the internet full of cat videos and shitty adult parodies of beloved kids shows/movies, when you were like 8 and found a creepypasta iceberg video and had a shot full of dopamine shoot through you prepubescence body, ur 7 y/o again with way too much freedom on the internet and you find a lil niche site call bestgore.com", ok but on a real note i know the shit i saw in the era probably warrants therapy but i 'd take runthegauntlet.org & racist mario (if ykyk) anyday over skibidi toilet or fvcking max design pro, anyways aesthetics like emo, scene/scenecore, furries, etc, i find cool, now this may just be the desperate little 6 y/o in me clinging onto anything that looks remotely similar to what i grew up on talking, but things like bronies and ___ meets ___ series never fail to give me a weird sense of fucked up nostalgia, ok yea that's definitely the traumatized 6 y/o in me talking for sure but still they look cool, also i am LIVING for the resurgence in early 2000s/2010s style of animation it is BEAUTIFUL even if it looks kinda shitty

anyways thanks for reading my rant

In the tags I mentioned I would explain after 50 notes, but I have no idea what I was on at that time to ask for that much for logic that is so barebones with only a little evidence. So I’m doing it now.

Disclaimer that the only thing I’ve seen about ERROR since making the post is the short plot synopsis that first reveals that the viewer is a transfer student.

The two different states of the animated classroom that Sora appears in struck me as odd. As a refresher: The first looks to be an average Japanese classroom at what I assume to be a early time after school. The second is the same classroom, but now appearing old and abandoned, presumably in the early evening. Why would they show us both of these, while also having Sora both times and looking the same between shots (barring change in expression)? That was when I first had the thought of ghost Sora. Then I directed my eyes to Sora’s feet in the ruined classroom, and saw a broken vase with a flower. 

For the uninformed, in some parts of the world (including most, if not all, of Japan) when a student passes away during the school year, a flower is placed on their desk. For me, this sealed the deal. I’m sure someone could say that the flower is an irrelevant detail, but it’s color and presence is out of place when compared to the rest of the room. The repetitive lines that Sora says in the first trailer also struck me as some sort of thing that a ghost who can’t move on might do.

That’s all the initial thoughts, but since the synopsis includes a rumor about bad things happening to those who aren’t nice to transfer students, I should also mention that placing flowers on the desk of a living student is typically a way of saying that you hope they die.

Just some thoughts from before, and I’m probably wrong due to other ideas suggesting it’s a computer program gone haywire, possibly a la Doki Doki Literature Club.

Hey hololive fans, I’m pretty Sora is gonna be dead during whatever the story for hololive ERROR is gonna be

Thanks y’all

Seeing as it’s new years eve, here’s my digital art progress!

can’t believe i’ve been doing digital art for 5 years, I’m so proud if the progress i’ve made and i’m looking forward to another year of improvement :)

More info on the pieces + closeups bellow the cut

I’m going to go through all the pieces in chronological order so first up my 2020 piece

this piece was done Dec 3(?) 2020 and took 1hr 14min.

I had been doing digital art for 4 months at this point on my phone, but i had finally gotten an i-pad and this is one of the first pieces I did with it

My 2021 piece

I did this piece Dec 27, 2021 and it took me 8hr 17min

I started improving my shading and coloring and stopped using texture brushes for everything which made my art look a lot more uniform

My 2022 piece

I did this piece Dec 30th, 2022 it took me 17hr 44min. At this point i started getting into fanart, this is a piece of Heathers (the musical) fanart and one of my first drawings of characters interacting

My 2023 piece

I did this piece Dec 1st 2023 and it took me 5hr 21 min. (the black bar on the progress chart is censoring personal info that i just now realized is on a separate layer so i removed it for the close up)

Spideypool hyperfixation was going crazy during this time lol, I actually took the time to draw a background for this one, and I (attempted) to use more color variety in highlights and shading

and finally the 2024 piece :)

I did this piece Dec 31st 2024 and it took me 2hr 36min

I’ve really improved in character design and have much better line art and coloring, I’m really happy with this piece, it’s kinda messy, i was only planning on this being a little doodle and not the piece i used for this, but it’s definitely a massive improvement and I’m happy to be getting back into digital art again

I do an art progress sheet every year because it reminds me how much i’ve improved, I highly recommend it because even when I’m unhappy with my art, I look back at my old work and am reminded of how much I’ve improved :)

Happy new year! have this Techno as a thanks for reading my ridiculously long ramble lol

cw for mental health talk

/nbh hey I know that i’m just a silly blog who has no consistent post schedule, but I wanted to do some seriousposting tonight. (this kinda turns into me venting so uh,,,)

this is just a reminder to check up on the people who you care about, and make sure you know that words can hurt. They can hurt like thousands of cuts at once, even if you don’t notice.

but, you can’t just say nothing to them. You can’t live in silence. So even if you say the wrong thing, you need to be there to show that you still care about them, even if you hurt them on accident. Don’t brush it off. Let them know, listen to them. Learn from your wrongs instead of turning them into rights.

I literally just had a breakdown over a passing comment someone made, and they didn’t brush it off, call me sensitive, or make it seem less serious. They listened to me, asked if we could touch to try and ground me, and talked. They tried to understand where I was. They listened to me. They kept me up here. Neither of us knew this would happen, I had just reached my breaking point of keeping it together for the day.

you’ve probably heard the metaphor of how you can feel like you’re going underwater if your headspace just isn’t safe anymore, right? Don’t be what shoves them under even farther. Be the lifesaver, or even just try and throw it to them.

To reiterate, don’t be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. /nbh

The Ballad of the Two Travelers, Chapter Two

Chapter Two: First Steps to Friendship

Lyra was having a nightmare. She dreamed of an endless war, a pointless battle fueled by a rivalry fueled by things that should have been forgotten long ago. She dreamed of fire and lightning, clashing eternally in the heavens while the world broke. She dreamed of destruction and chaos, of decay and disease that festered and bred in the cracks of the world caused by that endless, pointless, hopeless war.

She dreamed of the cracks growing, laughing, spreading wider and wider still as hatred seeped within and drove everything further apart, a dark, tentacled miasma, reaching ever further in its will to consume all; this great evil Blight which threatened to consume the whole world.

She dreamed of the cracks already forming among her own people; the bitter, hurting wives, sisters, and daughters who in their hurt chose to hurt others, spreading their hate as they wreaked destruction upon the humans; and the few who begged for peace and were dubbed traitors by their kind. She dreamed of the great dark cavern between giantkin and humankind, a yawning abyss that would surely consume them all if they could not learn to cross it–

“L-Lyra? Lyra! Wake up, please!”

Her eyes fluttered open as she heard the anxious cries of her charge. She sat up quickly, looking around for any signs of obvious danger.

“What troubles thee, little one?” she asked after a moment. “I can sense no danger. Why dost thou cry out? Art thou hurt?”

Tristan shook his small head, and Lyra realized with a start he was quivering.

“I-I'm not hurt,” he said after a moment. “But....”

The human boy glanced at something just behind her. Lyra turned, and realized with a chill that the trees near her feet had been split and knocked over. She realized she must have kicked unconsciously in the throes of her nightmare, and had put the human boy in great danger.

“N-Nightmare?” The small voice of the human boy shook her from her disturbed thoughts. She looked down. His face held a look of such fear and apprehension, her heart nearly broke as her eyes met his.

I offer thee my most humble apologies if I have caused thee any distress. It is the duty of one such as I, who layeth claim to the role of maiden, to ensure that her charge is safe no matter what.”

She gently laid her hand in grass before him, a heavy feeling settling over her heart as he took a half-step backwards.

“Y-You don't have to apologize,” Tristan said with a smile that was clearly forced. His bright blue eyes were wide with poorly-concealed fear.

“Little one...” Lyra wanted to comfort him, to say the right words or do the right thing to reassure her little charge that she wished no harm towards him, but she could think of nothing.

She retracted her hand and laid on her side awkwardly, aware of an uneasy silence between them now. Again she wished she knew what to say, how to overcome the inevitable fear and anxiety on the small boy's part, but but her lips remained shut, and she remained silent.

It had been a little over a week since their meeting in the Misted Vales, and they'd made some progress on their journey. They were a day or so away from a human settlement Tristan had pointed out on his map, at which Lyra hoped to speak to the locals and tell them of their quest. She had hoped that Tristan's presence would inspire a call for peace, but she had to be sure that Tristan really trusted her, which had proven to be easier said than done.

Tensions were high on both their parts. Despite the lack of confrontation from either of them, there was a constant sense of disquiet between them both, a fact which maddened Lyra to no end.

It didn't help that traveling alongside a human was somewhat difficult, at least in the physical sense.

Tristan had at first tried to walk alongside Lyra as they made their way, claiming he was quick enough to keep up (he was not) and nimble enough to keep safe (he was not). Lyra, unconvinced, was therefore constantly on edge, afraid that she'd take one wrong step or careless motion and crush her little charge underfoot. She'd insisted upon carrying Tristan as they traveled, either in the palm of her hand, upon her shoulder, or within her pockets, much to the little one's chagrin. Though Tristan concealed his fear whenever they spoke, Lyra could tell he was just as nervous as she was, if not more. She could see it in the way he cast furtive glances whenever he thought she wasn't looking, and in his high-strung, stuttering manner of speech.

Lyra couldn't blame him. Tristan was barely the size of her middle finger, and was somewhat small and slight in build even for a human. To him, every little movement she made must have been terrifying, let alone the sight of her reaching for him, leaning close, or inspecting his body for wounds. Lyra herself felt nervous whenever her fingers brushed against the human's warm skin, feeling for broken bones or bruises. How easily she could bring him to harm with little more than a thought.... it frightened her just as it frightened him.

Lyra understood it would take time for her companion to get used to her, regardless of how desperately she wanted to connect with him. She would be patient, and gentle, and reassuring, as she always did, but she couldn't help but wonder if too gentle was a thing. Lyra had caught a few embarrassed looks and flushed expressions from Tristan as well as the nervous glances. She had considered that Tristan fancied her, and she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. To be sure, she found feelings of a kind blossoming towards Tristan; his small size concealed a kindhearted, curious spirit and a recklessness that seemed rather disproportional to his height (it was a miracle Lyra had only found him with a broken arm, she thought. Only four days ago had she caught Tristan attempting to steal the eggs from a blight-touched vulture, nearly falling from a withered tree at least thrice before running towards her screaming as the monstrous bird swooped down at him). All of this was wrapped up by a cute face framed by dark curls and a smile that, even when marred by fear, melted Lyra's heart every time she saw it. She'd come across many humans in her travels before, but Tristan was the cutest by far.

It was a bit of a conundrum for Lyra. On one hand, it was completely normal for a hero and a maiden to share feelings towards each other (if Tristan held any feelings for her at all, that is). Yet it was certainly unusual for a maiden to be able to pluck up her hero between two fingers and cup him in the palm of her hand. What's more, she wasn't sure she had a crush on her little companion, more of an admiration or appreciation. How desperately she wished to get to know him, for their companionship to become a true friendship!

Yet instead they sat in silence, a bridge of unease between them and neither of them brave enough to take the steps to cross it.

Well, Lyra thought. If I am to change anything, I must take that first step.

Tristan looked so small to her; even as she lay on her side she could have rolled over and smothered him with her waist alone. But she had to try.

“Um,” she said in a quiet voice, as not to scare the boy too badly. “Tristan.... I would ask something of thee.”

The human boy glanced at her but said nothing. Lyra took this as a cue, and pressed on. “Um....well.... if we are to be companions on this journey, I would hope that there would be no tension between us. Thou countenance has been laden with fear since we first met,” she said in a gentle tone as a shadow came over Tristan's face. “I would hope to relieve thee of thy worries as we travel on–”

“Have I been being weird?”

The outburst startled Lyra a little, but she smiled when she saw the bashful expression on Tristan's face. The question confused her a bit, however.

“I-I've been trying to get used to it, I really have,” Tristan said, his voice nervous and shaky. “I know we pledged ourselves to the quest, and that I've been an awful companion, and I'm sorry, it's just so strange to have spent so much time alone on a quest everyone said was a foolish endeavor and a naive, stupid dream, and boom, suddenly someone shows up out of the blue and not only says she'd like to accompany you, but actually wants to serve as a maiden? And I know I'm starting to ramble but really, Lyra, this has been a very strange few days for me, especially because you're a – well, you're a....” Tristan suddenly paused, and Lyra noticed a slight blush come over his face.

“A giantess,” she prompted.

“Yeah,” the human said, nodding hastily. “That.”

There was something in his voice, something he was hiding, but Lyra chose not to pry. She had gotten him to open up a bit. That was promising enough.

“Do not feel ashamed, little one,” she said in a comforting voice, slowly moving her hand closer towards him. “This has been strange for me as well. The path of one who pursues hope is always fraught with uncertainty and confusion. To encounter one such as thee, a human of such young age who would willingly leave his home and all he knew, and would willingly travel alongside the age-old enemy of his people, is astonishing to me. I consider myself blessed to have encountered thee, little one.”

Slowly, gently, she brushed her index finger down his tiny back, figuring it was the best she could do for a reassuring pat. She felt Tristan's body tense up, and her heart froze. Did he still feel such fear, even now? But then, to her joy, she realized Tristan was slowly relaxing, his shoulders slumping and his breathing slowing. Their eyes met, and Lyra saw fear, yes, but also a quiet sort of hope, peaking through all fear and uncertainty.

“Blessed?” he asked quietly, and Lyra's heart sang as a tiny, shy smile came over his lips.

“Yes,” Lyra replied quietly, nodding earnestly. “Blessed, little companion of mine. So please, do not be afraid. I swore an oath, to protect thee and guide thee. I would not let any human come to harm in my presence. Especially not thyself.” She allowed herself a grin. “Thou art mine, in a sense. My companion, my partner.... my friend.”

She gently rested her index and middle fingers over the boy's shoulders, figuring it was the best she could do for a comforting embrace. A warmth spread through her as she felt Tristan reciprocate, hugging her fingers against his cheek.

“Friends,” he said after a moment. “I... well, I like the sound of that. Friends.”

“Tis a simple sort of beauty in the word, no?” Lyra agreed.

They remained like that for some time, enjoying each what little touch of warmth they shared against the coldness of the Misted Vales. Then, Lyra sat up, and gently laid her palm out before him once more.

“Come hither,” she said. “Let us embark once more.”

Her hand was at least twice as long as Tristan was tall. Lyra still marveled at how there could be an entire race of beings that were so small. Yet Tristan had hesitated once more, his eyes looking downward at the palm and fingers that dwarfed him.

There was a moment of silence, long enough that Lyra had just resolved to retract her hand, cursing herself for moving too fast – then Tristan took a step forward, meeting her gaze with a excited sort of nervousness upon his face.

His steps were light, almost imperceptible against the flesh of Lyra's palm. It almost tickled her, but that may have merely been her excitement tickling her instead of the sensation of little feet walking against her hand.

Tristan slowly bent down until he sat, neatly snuggled in her palm. She had an entire life, in the palm of her hand... and what was more, that little life had placed himself there willingly. She hadn't scooped him up hastily, she hadn't plucked him up despite his protests, no, he had taken his life, and placed it Lyra's hands – literally.

She felt a soft tapping sensation upon her palm, and looked directly at the little traveler, forcing herself from her thoughts.

“If we're to be friends,” Tristan said, now wearing a mischievous grin, “I'll have to teach you to speak like a normal person. All those thee's and thou's are giving me a headache.”

Lyra raised an eyebrow, and lightly prodded him in the ribs, but she was smiling all the same.

“We shall see, little one. I am happy to see that thou hast developed a sense of wit in learning to trust me.”

Tristan grinned. Lyra grinned back, and she felt it in her spirit, something ancient and unknowable. She couldn't explain it even if she tried. But there was something in sharing a smile with a friend, something that she would protect as fiercely as she would protect the little life she held in her hand.

Monstrosity trailer analysis part 2! Part 1 <

The environment (+ a theory on what the monsters are)

This is the topic I've been wanting to discuss for the longest time. The environment and the ecosystem in general. To start, it just feels so alive. Everything from the flora to the terrain feels eerie in such a good way that I paused the trailer and clapped. It's gorgeous, and it feels like the place looks back at you when you look at it. The use of empty space and hidden context is also ingenious. You see bridges and landmarks and carvings, and you just know someone or some people were here before Kai. Maybe the human inhabitants of the realm? Or the ones living in the homelands the guardian dragon was talking about? What really happened to them then? The forests are so empty and filled with greenery that it makes it feel untouched. A place where no human should be let alone live in. Poor Kai, I hope he has fun.

Another thing I like is that there are different landforms. From plains to forests to hills to mountains, it's like we were put in Kai's shoes with the sheer scale of it all. Each area has their own specific monster/s to that region, and it makes the idea of the realm being unfamiliar really tangible. It makes you think and theorize what the food chain is or if there even is one. Are some of the inhabitants herbivores? Or are they all carnivores? Maybe omnivores? Are they all organic? Maybe some have different skin? Are there supernatural elements? What if some are capable of speech or sentience? There are just so many things to pick apart and analyze that you can't really help but rewatch the trailer every five minutes while it's on the lowest speed just so that you can catch every detail. Or is that just me. Please dont say it's just me.

One thing that i find kinda funny is that there are also bodies of water. Like, legit large spaces of sea and river. From oceans to lakes to just flooded plateaus (I don't know the term, sorry), there was even a shot where Kai was just in front of a sea full of broken shipwrecks. It makes you think if a water-based realm was merged inside of it or! This is a theory! If the realm of monsters is a parasite realm. A realm that infects others and therefore grows bigger with each new land consumed. A theory I saw on here was that each monster was an elemental master consumed, and that's what the centipede mural is for. What if the rom (realm of monsters) was just a regular realm before its elemental masters got hit with a curse of some sort? Maybe that's why the guardian dragon is pissed. What if the monsters need elemental energy to survive? That's why there are SO many of them that are huge? What if they fed on the guardian dragons? What if that's why they're extinct?

Maybe that's why they're so hostile. They can sense Kai is an elemental master and one of the elements of creation as well. It's why the mech and dragon want to help him. They won't let another master become that.

The merge also caused a giant surge in elemental energy, so another reason why they are so many of them. Maybe they procreated using that energy.

Ooooooo I can't wait for this. I'm definitely checking if I'm right when monstrosity comes out.

Today I had a shitty day!!! At least I feel like shit right now :'(

I know no one cares about my day, but I feel awful and really need to let it out.

So today I woke up like every morning, got dressed and had a cup of coffee. It was supposed that today I had to go to reinscript myself to my Japanese course, so we (my mom, sister and I) left early and when there. This schools opens 7 a.m., but starts attending students until 9, and we arrived at 9:45. At first the woman who attended us, told us tjat we needed to wait there until the Teacher (still I don't know what teacher she was talking about) authorized my reinscription. We waited 1 hour, then my mom and sister left, mom got a called from her job so I told her I'll wait until they authorize it. I WAITED THERE UNTIL 1 p.m.!!! In those 3 hours I kept asking "Not yet?" And she started answered:

Sorry not yet, it won't take much longer. He is reading the message.

No, but it's configuring.

No, but you have until 4 p.m., no wait... it's 1:30, to check in.

No. Maybe you could come back tomorrow.

You should come back tomorrow, your goup it's still open.

What the hell ma'm?!?!

I mean how you can go from "wait a little longer" to "Come back tomorrow"??? GOD! I didn't went to the bathroom in all that time and, not only I was peeing, but also, I was starving because I didn't had breakfast.

Fine. Tomorrow I'll try again.

Then I arrived home (before this we went tto buy pizza and I went to the bathroom)and the workers where there, you see my house is pretty old and my ceiling gas some leaks so theres people fixing them, so there was some annoying noises I wasn't in the mood to tolerate, we aet and mom went back to work.

She came back until 4:30, I guess. But I was so annoyed by the noise that I decided to take a nap until 6, at time we would leasve to my Japanese classes, even though I am still not signed in, because logic. I arrived to my class and there was as blackout in the entire school. Bad thing number one. Then I realised I forgot my dinner lunch in the car. NUMBER TWO. Then the teacher put us an exam, wich I couldn't answer correctly, My mind got blank, I started to remembered some things but I couldn't completely remember kanjis. After we finished the test, we immediately started checking. In the end I didn't made a bad job. This 2 things weren't that bad, what really bad happened was that:

First of all my mom went to aa meeting and if she was going to pick me up it will be in the moment she told: Hey, I'm here. So I was worried, she gets angry if I'm not in time. And second, because my mind was worrying I got completely distracted and forgot my pencil case in the classroom. This wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't a public school were students take and never return whatever t they find. AND I WOULDN'T BE SO MAD AND SAD IF MY DRAWING PENCILS AND MATERIAL WEREN'T IN THAT PENCIL CASE. I'm just about to enter to arts university and My family doesn't have that much money to buy me new ones and I feel like trash because I forgot them... How could I? I'm Stupid, untidy and distracted. So silly of me, and I'm not writing this for you to feel sorry about me. It's because I need to let it out of my system, because tomorrow it's going to be a new day, right? Ineed to get up early and take out my dog for a walk and then go back to the school to sign me up and look for my pencil case. Hope to find it. I hope for the best.

By the way the only way I managed to finish my day was my sister and cat. My sister listened to me and gave me a big hug and my cat heard me crying in the bathroom and came to me, got over my knees sat in my lap and started purring. I couldn't believe it!!!

He is the best.

Even though sometimes he is just in cat mood and bite and scratch you.

Thank you for whoever read this to the end. I know there are worst things above what happened to me. But... Maybe someone who lived a similar situation feels bad about it and doesn't have someone to talk to, like me. So I really appreciate you for reading all this. Amd if you ever feel like bad and want to talk about it, I'm here to listen. Message me if you want I'm all ears.

Have a great night/day.😘😗😙😚

Love, Ihanna.