#//writting :)

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

You know, it's kinda funny how much of high fantasy centers around kings and nobility and courtly intrigue considering that the archetypal high fantasy, Lord of the Rings, had the rather explicit moral of "saving the world is up to this backwater hick and his gardener because no politician, least of all inherited nobility, would have the ability to see past their own ambition and throw away a weapon". Oh sure, Aragorn is a great king and all, but there's a reason he's over there running a distraction ring while the hobbits do the real work. Sauron loses because he gets distracted by kings and armies and great battles (i.e. typical high fantasy stuff) letting Frodo and Sam sneak through his back door and blow it all to hell.

Just saying, maybe old Jirt knew what he was saying when he said that the small folk doing their best and holding to each other was more powerful than a dozen alliances and superweapons and we should respect him for it.

[manincaffeine]

Be with someone who fucking loves you and loves fucking you.

[dunmeshistash]

Something that completely flew over my head (I am not very observant), I was rereading chapter 87: Winged Lion II to re-check some things about dungeons and I just now realized the ancient humans weren't from the current races we know.

They seem to have characteristics from several of the human races together, and some of them even seem to have fur (like demi-humans?)

It's even implied that the lifespan differences and physical differences (the two asking for muscles and using magic in the background) were due to the Demon granting wishes

I did notice this part but I didn't realize this was probably part of the source of the race differences rather than the races already being different and wishing for different things.

So at some point the human races might have been even more closely related, before a powerful being influenced their evolution.

[ecto-stone]

Tucker: So dude. You know how if you got knocked out in ghost form you turn into human. So what happened if you got knocked out in human form would you turn into your ghost form ? Danny: :O hmmm

Jazz: OMFG put the Steel chair down. jesus christ Jazz: mom-dad-uncle vlad you can not believe what kinda of stupid thing Danny and his friend just attemp to do if i don't show up ...

Also about to Punch the daylight out of Vlad to see if he would shift into Ghost if his human form is knocked out

[msmimundo]

Something I imagine the revival might reference

Ok now with the hundreds of bonus/alternatives I made lol Bonus 1:

Bonus 2:

Bonus 3:

[sweetdarlingdesires]

[bl00dalchemist]

Kakuzu bought it for him.

[andy-lup]

Crab off! --gives your Loop a mouth-- because in this family not eating Bonnie's food is a crime.

So, remember this comic I did the other day? At first it was just gonna be a random Odile looping au comic, but then I said "what if the family DOES interact with Loop in the fic I'm writing?" And this happened.

A little explanation (cause I don't know when will I finish this fic so I may as well tell the story in comics or something):

We apply the 'teams' here (beauty alliance and opposite sides of the age spectrum alliance). That means (since act 4) Mirabelle knows Isabeau is looping, Isabeau knows Mirabelle is looping; Odile knows Bonnie is looping and Bonnie knows Odile is looping; but no one knows EVERYONE is looping (I will assume this makes sense).

Why hasn't Loop say anything about this to the other family members? Because.

Why hadn't they told Siffrin that the rest of the party is looping? Because Siffrin knows already but he's in negation, to put it simple (and because something something they know Siffrin would mcblinding lose it and they don't want that)

I'm also gonna add the little fact that Loop's mask only works with Siffrin, and it slips a bit TOO often with the rest of the family.

Are you seeing the possible drama??? Do you see my vision???

Anyways, full and alt text under cut, I'm going to sleep or finish that hollow knight skin, whatever comes first BYE

Alt text:

First page:

- First panel shows Bonnie bringing Loop a plate of dumplings. Loops is sitting at the favor tree (they're wearing Odile's coat from the previous comic)

Bonnie: "Star head!"

Loop: "don't call me that kid."

Bonnie: "I bring you. Dumplings."

- Second panel shows Loop with a sad expression holding one of the dumplings

Loop: "Aww Bon-bon...

thank you but... I don't think I can eat anything at all" (whispering: "I don't have a mouth")

A text pointing at Loop says "trying not to burst into tears"

- Thirth panel shows Bonnie holding the plate of dumplings

Bonnie: "Yes you can!"

Loop: "wha-? No I'm pretty sure I-"

Bonnie: (interrupts) "You just have to ask for it!"

"To the universe or something"

"Is what the king said!"

- Forth panel:

Bonnie: "If Frin can ask for a country you can ask to eat!"

- Fifth panel:

Loop: -sigh- "Alright"

"I'll try"

- Sixth panel shows Loop somehow having a mouth under the light of their face and eating the dumpling.

- Seventh panel is Loop's surprised reaction.

Second page:

-First panel is both Loop and Bonnie surprised

Loop (thinking): "you can eat."

-Second panel:

Bonnie: "So? How is it?"

Loop (thinking): "you can eat!!! You can taste!!!"

A text pointing at Loop says "trying REALLY hard not to cry"

Thirth panel:

Bonnie: "uh... Loop?"

Loop: "thank you snack leader for this delicious meal"

A text pointing at Loop says "failure"

-Forth panel is Loop and Bonnie sitting at the favor three. Loop is cleaning their tears and Bonnie is sitting next to them about to fall asleep.

[tamagaytchicollector]

I’ve fallen down the Humans Are Space Orcs rabbit hole and I just can’t get over the idea of aliens freaking out over a fever

Alien: what do you mean your body is raising its temperature to a lethal degree to kill the virus attacking you? and it doesn’t kill you too?

Human: well no, we can sustain higher temperatures than bacteria, it’s more of an inconvenience to us you know? well unless, um

Alien: Unless what??

Human: well sometimes our body continues to keep raising the temperature for too long and it makes our vital organs fail… if you think about it it’s still killing the virus by the end so it is efficient!

[kazucee]

.ᐟ 𝐐𝐗𝐂3: I actually love the trope royal knight x lady in waiting. Now imagine that with our favourite loser—Phainon.

Didn't count the words since I just wrote it on tumblr on a whim TT + it's a pretty short drabble teehee. I've been having a huge writer's block so apologies if the entire thing came out clunky and unnatural.

Not proofread- If you see any mistakes, no you don't. Possibly ooc. Yeah okay...

Being captain of the Royal guard sure had its perks, while the rest of them suffer under grueling training and the constant clamour of metal against metal, he gets the liberty of attending to the beck and call of the royal family. Phainon wasn't one to complain when presented with mountains of work, in fact he handled everything with an easy smile on his face, as if there was nothing he would rather be doing. To be a knight was to serve, just like how the sun was made to shine.

To serve the kingdom, to serve the family, and to serve the darling that has managed to capture his heart. So it was no surprise that he could always be found by the princess' side.

The rumor mill has conjured up yet another amusing one: Sir Phainon seems to fancy a certain princess. He wanted to laugh, wanted to tell everyone that although he accompanies the princess constantly throughout the castle, his gaze remains perpetually fixed on someone else entirely—her lady in waiting. You.

So did he just happen to be lingering on the kitchen doorway as you mander about just to catch your eye? Maybe. As he stood by peaking his head into the kitchen he recognizes the scent of lemon meringue pie, he assumed it was requested by the princess, you always seemed to have a certain fondness when it came to the bubbly lady and Phainon couldn't help the small smile that would grace his lips every time he saw you two with arms intertwined as she chatters on about the latest gossip.

When you did finally put down that iron fist of yours and turn to see an amused Phainon your face would give a twitch of surprise before morphing back to its usual indifference. "Don't you have troops to order around, captain?" You remarked as you pushed past him to make your way towards the princesses chambers.

"After seeing your performance in the kitchen earlier, I'm thinking of handing that task over to you, you seem to hold an astounding amount of authority over most people." Phainon revelled in the way you scoffed to hide your smile. You didn't even notice that he was trying to match the pace of your walk with his long legs, hands folded behind his back, the epitome of carefree saved for the way his heart hammered against his ribs.

"are you suggesting we switch roles for the day?" You supply an answer to his ridiculous banter.

"I think you'd look lovely clad in armour and the royal knight uniform." When you glanced at him, he looked sincere, like he was actually considering the idea. You managed an eyeroll at the notion.

"I share your sentiments. I'm sure you'd look lovely in my uniform as well, or better yet a dress with many flounces and frills perhaps." Now it was Phainons turn to snort.

You see some maids pass by the two of you with a gleam in their eyes, a gleam that gives you the feeling that a new rumor would spread tonight, one that rang partly true.

"where are you headed to?" Phainon asks, eyes drifting towards the many portraits hung across the hallway, distracting himself as to not stare at you. He thinks it's a shame that you wouldn't have a portrait of your own, a beauty like yours needs to be framed in gold and adored by anyone who walks by. He decided that he would learn to paint.

"why are you asking?" You raise a brow at him.

"what if it's dangerous?" Phainon mimicked your look, raising a pale brow of his own. You honestly wonder how this man became the captain of the Royal guard, the famed sun born hero, the revered knight of the kingdom. To you he looked like the boy you had known all your life, frost bitten hair paired with warm cerulean blue waves, with a grin that held a certain amount of charm and mischief. It was hard to imagine that the young boy was now a man.

"you do realize that we're in the palace. The most safeguarded place in the entire kingdom." You reply, voice flat as you try to keep up with his antics.

"danger never sleeps" was his reply, shrugging his shoulders. Although he has a point, you thought him ridiculous, as always.

"I'm the safest I can be right now" your voice was like a breeze, easy and light. You turned to face him halting your walk making Phainon pause mid step to fix his stare on you. His stare held a certain intensity that made you nervous.

"how can you be so sure?" Phainon challenged, crossing his arms as he leaned against the marble walls. There was a look he had on his face, one that made you want to knock it off. Which you successfully did once he heard your answer.

"I'm accompanied by the captain of course" you said without thinking, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. What you didn't realize was how true those words were. How at this moment, there is no one in the entire kingdom—not King, nor Queen or Princess—who's more safeguarded than you. How Phainon was willing to do anything and everything in his power to guarantee that you'd be safely escorted anywhere, even if it was just around the castle. You didn't realize just how much Phainon was ready to put on the line just to make sure that you would go out unscathed, unharmed.

Facing him, you could see the way his form shifted and his expression had changed into something unrecognizable before he broke off his gaze to look at yet another painting of some king that had died a long time ago. At the angle he presented you, your eyes trace against his sharp jawline, his adams apple as it bobbed upwards when he swallowed, and the faint dusting of pink across his cheeks.

What an unexpected reaction you thought as you continued to stare daggers into him. It was at that very moment where the captain of the Royal guard was rendered completely defenseless despite his sword being sheathed within reach.

//Sigh// I love lover loser golden retrievers boys. Hope you enjoyed~

[handostone]

I can't color inside the lines either

[glitchedcosmos]

Season 3 prediction

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami had always wanted to go to Malaysia.

“What’s this?” Nanami's fingers invade the envelope, pulling out two plane tickets. “Plane tickets… to Malaysia,” You cheerfully respond to the man. Malaysia. Nanami’s dream destination. Nanami’s eyes fill with happiness at the sight of tickets. He had hoped that one day he would go and it was finally going to become reality. Thanks to you.

He could only imagine walking down the beach with you. Sand under his feet, the wind blowing through his hair, the warm sun touching his skin. Relaxation finally. His enthusiasm was contagious, child-like wonder in his eyes as he explained to you everything he wished to do which made you equally excited for this trip.

“You take care of everyone else besides yourself, so let me take care of you for once,” you explain as Nanami wraps his arms around you. Big strong arms that were the embodiment of protection, gentleness, and adoration. Not just for you but for everyone around him. Always putting everyone before him. The most selfless man you would ever meet. “Thank you,” a soft whisper from his lips flows into your ear.

You stand in the dark bedroom as your memory comes to an end. Your fingers tremble as you hold the tickets. Your eyes burning as warm tears stain your cheeks. These tickets were supposed to be an escape. An escape from everything around you. Just you and him. But he escaped first.

You feel your heart drop, as you realize the other things escaping you. His scent no longer filled the room, you could barely remember the sound of his voice, you couldn’t remember his soft touch anymore. And all you could was cry and cry till you couldn’t anymore. In his presence, the world took everything from him but his departure took everything from you. And in that one moment you can sympathize with him and you could only think about the comfort you brought him when he had nobody. The joy you brought him when he forgot how to be happy.

But you finally understood why he wouldn’t marry you, why he never wanted children even though he loved them, why he avoided any talk about the future. As much as you tried to understand him while he was alive, you understood too late. Nanami had come to terms with his mortality. It's the type of man he was. He would give his life in an instant. And he did. And you could only be thankful that you were loved by a man like that. Truly the perfect man.

[batboyblog]

So I have nothing against fan fiction, I've even done some of it at times.

but I think its important to realize it teaches writers bad habits, namely, when you're writing with established characters you don't have to introduce them, flush them out, characterize them (as much) because that work has already been done, the reader already knows and likes the character thats why they're here for more of a character someone else established.

which is fine, again, totally fine. However, I've noticed more and more in fiction I pick up lately characters seeming, undercooked, and with other stylistic tropes it really seems to be with authors who started off in Fan Fiction.

I do think Fan Fiction is a good starting point for getting an audience and getting feed back and building your confidence, but you have to realize that like there are some things in original work that aren't in fan fiction so you're not practicing them when you write fan fiction.

[today-in-the-bunker]

Today, Jack unintentionally explodes their ringing alarm clock after a night of far too little sleep. They spend the rest of the morning snuggling into the blankets, enjoying a restful few extra hours in bed before they have to clean up the shrapnel.