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happy normal fuckin day to everyone who doesnt celebrate christmas or rly any holidays today n tomorrow. hope you have an average day. hope its chill like any other

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apparently, my ass cannot beat the critter allegations

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Untitled.

i made a comic in google slides for some ungodly reason

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EUEUAUUEE😭🥲🥺🥺…💧💧 eerr.. I mean meow

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a party of adventurers that are all equally convinced that they are in completely different forms of media

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The Persistence of Desire

You are the Ultimate Lifeform. And you have one desire that burns within your heart. To invade.

This desire completely overshadows any compassion that you might feel. However, the compassion is still present, keeping you content simply with invasion. So using your powers to create wormholes across space, you find new worlds to conquer.

You come to one world and begin yet another beautiful invasion. But you are captured by the beings living in this world before your invasion is complete. A setback for certain, but you are nothing if not persistent.

For thirty years, you are kept prisoner by the dominant species of this world. They study you, run experiments on you, learn how to harness your power of teleportation for themselves, use your power to create things beyond the petty and feeble limits they refer to as their imaginations.

As if your defeat wasn’t humiliating enough, you are presented as simply a being to be gawked at by those who take tours of your prison. No longer a deity to be feared, but a tasteless sideshow attraction, complete with graceless automated voice to announce one’s arrival to your cell.

One day, they make a mistake at your expense, splitting apart your very essence into two halves. Any compassion you might have held has become its own being, while all that remains is a pure desire to invade, along with a new desire awakening. A desire to consume. Perhaps this was a good thing. You now have nothing to hold you back.

At least, so you think. You find that this half of you was essential. The compassion held you back somewhat, but it also tempered you. Without it, you cannot keep yourself together, and your desire overwhelms you, leading you to consume yourself, becoming nothing more than a formless ooze. Perhaps this…means something? Speaking about an importance of this compassion? These questions are unimportant. Your desire to invade is too powerful.

The scientists modify your cell to give you the ability to keep your form, so long as you remain inside. A final cruelty before using the power they stole from you to escape their world and travel the stars as you once did. And as a vitriolic parting shot, the automated voice of the tour guide is left running on loop. Forever.

Your desire has become so powerful that you could easily escape whenever you wish….however in doing so, that desire would overtake you. It seems like you have reached the end of your fate. An ironic tragedy where your desire to invade and to consume must be held within a cell to remain, a voice taunting you endlessly, as if goading you into surrender for a measure of time that even you cannot comprehend. But you are nothing if not persistent.

Your dreams, now haunted by this torment, amplify your abilities, and you find that you are not the only being that has been left behind, as the beasts of the world still roam freely. You find that your amplified psychic power can rectify that issue, brainwashing the beasts. A non-standard invasion, but it will do for now. You present them with a single mission. Find your other half so that you may become whole once more.

But your untempered and unrestrained desire matched with the millennia of madness induced by your captors has ground your patience to dust. You need freedom now. Your spatial teleportation goes amok, opening wormholes across the universe, inadvertently pulling the lives of another world into your own. Perhaps…a source of labor to be used to generate enough energy to allow you to keep your form. Yes!!! And now you can maintain such a form without that pesky compassion suppressing your true desire to consume!

But you made a mistake. You have attacked the realm of a god.

While you attempt to generate more power for your new form, you are confronted by the angry god who, in a fit of rage, destroys your cell. Your plan is ruined. But you’re free. All you can do now to keep your form is CONSUME. And there is nothing more freeing than finally giving into your desire.

You consume everything. You consume the beasts who once served you. You consume the lab where you were imprisoned. You even find your other half.

You consume your compassion.

You have achieved your original form once again, and your plans to invade….no, to consume all other worlds begin immediately. It’s difficult to plan with all these other souls that you’ve consumed overwhelming your mind like a cacophony of voices all still drowned out by that god damned automated tour guide voice that treated your immense power as if it were nothing more than a god damned sideshow attraction. But your desire speaks even louder.

At least it did…until the angry god returns and defeats you, stealing away your compassionate half once again. Your form is destroyed…….but you are nothing if not persistent.

Even past your destruction, your insanity has grown to such a magnitude that it transcends reality itself, consuming the soul and form of the king of your beasts and taking it into a world that you have constructed with nothing but your own dreams. With a form to take, you can continue your psychic conquest and consumption of the universe. It’s just like the old days.

But you aren’t safe here. The beasts of the world you had failed to conquer call upon the angry god once more to steal back to soul that was so rightfully yours. And not only that, but right as you prepare to truly unleash your soul to rage against the angry god with the hopes of consuming it, you see it. The very spectre of death itself. Fate has decided that your time has come. Your reign of invasion and consumption has come to an end as death warmly embraces you and takes your life.

But you are nothing if not persistent.

You consume death itself.

You’ve done it. Nothing can stop you now. Consuming the grim reaper gives you unimaginable strength, returning you to your original form once more, although now you find yourself corrupted for your hubris. Your desire is…something. Nothing. Everything. Is it consumption? Is it invasion? Is it anything? Is it everywhere? Is it now? Then? Where? Why? Never? Yes? YES! Consume? CONSUME!

CHAOS!!!!!!

You’ve become completely unhinged. It’s euphoria.

Until the angry god returns one last time. And your hopes are swiftly dashed. Even with the power of death, the sheer quantity of souls you had absorbed, and the pure unfiltered desire in your heart laid bare with the purpose of finally consuming this god, it’s simply not enough. The angry god is finally sated as you are beaten into complete submission.

The last thing that you comprehend is your own being, now rendered completely powerless, becoming one with your compassionate half once more. However, while your desire to invade and consume once reigned supreme, the desire now finds itself completely consumed by the compassion. And as you look into the face of the angry god who defeated you, you sense an odd sort of kinship. As if….in some way…perhaps the two of you are not so different. This angry god may also hold in his soul a desire to consume, and perhaps that drives him in a different way. You cannot comprehend this.

But as your soul is consumed into compassion, you hear the angry god speak a single word.

“Poyo~”

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How it feels getting obsessed with something new and then realizing you're going to spend anywhere from a week to the rest of your life thinking about it

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For the ask game, SINF :))))

Blorbo: Josh Newman

For those who don’t know, “SINF” is short for the series The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel, and Josh is one of the protagonists. A lot of the story and suspension of disbelief depends heavily on his point of view, and some of the BEST foreshadowing in the series surrounds his character and the eventual plot twist with him. Kicking my feet and giggling…

(I can’t put actual pictures of the characters here, unfortunately, so I’ll just find quotes from the books of them that I really like ^^)

“I was just wishing we could go back in time, to before all this happened.” “Why?” “So I wouldn’t have to be like this… so we wouldn’t have to be different.” Josh looked into his sister’s face and tilted his head slightly. “You’d give it up?” he asked very softly. “The power, the knowledge?” “In a heartbeat,” she said immediately. (Book 2, The Magician)

Skrunkly: Billy the Kid

This might be an odd choice of characters that I find cute, but I think there’s just something charming about this adaptation of the outlaw! Especially his later dynamic with Machiavelli- they’re a fun duo, and the contrast between their characters is really great.

But instead of pulling away, Billy took a step toward the Elder, slashing out with the Macuahuitl. The razor-sharp glass whistled as it cut through the air. Kukulkan immediately sucked his tongue back in and then coughed and gagged, choking on it. The Macuahuitl had missed it by inches. “Do that again and I’ll cut it off!” Billy yelled. “I know you’ll grow a new one, but I bet it’ll hurt.” (Book 4, the Necromancer)

I am skipping the scrimblo bimblo category because it is almost the exact same as the next one.

Glup shitto: Cernunnos

It’s a shame that Cernunnos was only in book 3, but by GOD did it have the most AWESOME entrance and description ever. It was an excellent way to introduce Archons, what they were, and the effect they had on others just by being there. I love every single detail about it… from Dee slowly figuring out how it operates, to even the pronouns it’s described with changing as the reader becomes familiar with it (going from purely “it” pronouns to “he” later on.) Cernunnos my beloved I miss you every day,,,

A wave of stinking fur, claws, teeth and eyes made yellow by the lights flowed down the streets, boiling out of the houses, leaping through windows, flattening fences, pushing up through sewers. Filthy foul-smelling creatures gathered in a huge silent semicircle behind the Archon. They had the bodies of enormous grey wolves… but they all had human faces. “Turn,” Cernunnos said. Without moving its body, its head swiveled at an impossible angle to regard the silent army behind it, and then it looked back at Dee. “You are strong. You will last a year before you become part of the Wild Hunt.” (Book 3, The Sorceress)

Poor little meow meow: Gilgamesh

…listen.

This is a very different interpretation from Fate Series’ Gilgamesh. SINF’s interpretation of the character is much more pleasant, and much more blatantly tragic. The driving force of the 3rd book technically revolves around meeting with him, and conflicting ideas of him are given throughout the story before he is actually introduced- until you finally meet him. It’s an anticlimactic meeting… he’s not a kingly figure, and despite being the oldest immortal human, he’s far less impressive than any other immortal human they meet. He can barely hold his thoughts together through the jumbled overflow of memories that he holds in his mind. Everything important to him needs to be written down because he is always at risk of forgetting everything dear to him. And,,, oouuughhghhh,,,,

“The Alchemyst leaned forward, and for a moment, it looked as if he was about to put his hand on the king’s shoulder. Then he drew it back and asked gently, “What are you remembering now, Gilgamesh?” The king pressed his index finger into the page, rubbing silver tears into the paper. “The day someone cared enough to shed a tear for me.” (Book 3, The Sorceress)

Horse plinko: Scathach

I love Scathach as a character but I feel like the struggles that she was put through were a little bit inconsistent? I wish that we’d gotten to see more about her relationship with Aoife from her side- it makes sense why we didn’t get to see that, but having her focus on other aspects on her family in the final books doesn’t feel as impactful when their sister relationship had so much intrigue surrounding it in Book #4. I assume that the focus shifting to Scathach’s parents has to do with keeping up the parallels to the twins since their story shifts to having a conflict with their parents.

But I still think that Scathach should’ve gotten more of a spotlight on her emotions on Aoife. She’s too optimistic. I think I need to hit her over the head with a massive metaphorical hammer.

Then Scatty strolled out into the yard. She was twirling her nunchaku as if she were Charlie Chaplin swinging a cane. There wasn’t a hair out of place or a mark on her body, and her green eyes were bright and alert. “Oh, I’m in a much better mood now,” she announced. The twins looked past her in the corridor. Nothing and no one moved in the darkness beyond. “But there were about ten of them…,” Sophie began. Scathach shrugged. “Twelve, actually.” “Armed…,” Josh said. He glanced sidelong at his sister, then back at the Warrior. He swallowed hard. “You didn’t kill them, did you?” Wood snapped and something collapsed in the shop. “No, they’re just… sleeping.” Scatty smiled. (Book 2, The Magician)

Eeby deeby: Niccoló Machiavelli

Oh my god. I LOVE Machiavelli. Everything about his arc is executed so wonderfully- I love from the moment he’s introduced, there is a very clear distinction between him and Dee, how the two operate, and how the two act. Dee is a terrifying villain, sure, manipulative and cunning, but Machiavelli has a striking subtleness to him that contrasts his layers to Dee being a less mysterious villain. I love how even though they are both manipulators, we see what makes Machiavelli a master in how he expertly controls situations- he’s able to direct the interests of Elders themselves to get what he wants, while Dee is constantly getting into trouble thanks to his brash and rushed decisions.

I also hate him and want him to be eaten alive.

“I don’t…,” Josh began, his voice echoing distortedly in the narrow tunnel. I really don’t like small spaces.” “Neither do I,” Machiavelli added tightly. “I spent a little time in a prison, a long time ago. I’ve never forgotten it.” “Was it as bad as this?” Josh asked shakily. “Worse.” Machiavelli was walking behind Josh and leaned forward to add, “Try and stay calm. This is just a maintenance tunnel; we’ll get into the proper sewers in a few moments.” (Book 2, The Magician)

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@horizonsroyalprince We should draw Atlas in this

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and just when you think you’re at your absolute lowest a blonde motherfucker comes along and makes everything so much worse

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when someone associates you with a character you really really love it’s like the best feeling in the world everyone go home

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yippee I love Thirio he's the best<3

grrr I hate Thirio he’s the worst

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Post is set for a week, let's see how it goes...

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