Do you think Nightmare ever wonders if Passive is still alive?
Like, okay. The way I think of it (because I want it to be possible for everyone to be happy in the end) is that when Passive ate all the apples, he and the corruption fused. Like, they both are controlling his body but the corruption had complete (or at least majority) control for a long time because of the concentrated power from all the apples. But Passive was still in there, and over time he was able to pry back more and more control over his body and mind.
But he probably wouldn't realise that was happening because how do you tell the different parts of you apart after so long. Do you think he thinks Passive died in the incident and he's just the sentience of the corruption? Do you think, in a truce situation, Dream calls him brother and Nightmare wonders if any part of Dream's brother is even in there anymore?
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I participated in the Bumbleby Big Bang this year, and, against all odds, I have the curse honour of sharing first! This is my piece to go alongside @set-wingedwarrior's wonderful fic, which you can read here.
This was a really fun event and I can't wait to see what everyone else creates. <3
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Friday the 13th
I was born on a Friday the 13th, and I credit my older brother with a superstition I invented:
We were playing cards. It wasn't a game where a number counter could win: it was a game of pure chance, and I was losing. He told me I was losing because I would always be unlucky because I was born on Friday the 13th.
And because that made me cross, I told him that people who are born on a Friday the 13th are in fact extra lucky on that day, because we get all of the luck that other people aren't getting.
And then our younger sister wandered into the room and I said I was bored playing cards and my sister and brother played, and I took the opportunity when I offered to shuffle to stack the deck so that my sister got consistently good hands and my brother lost catastrophically, so that showed him.
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I spent like a half hour arguing with a coworker that Azula deserved a redemption like Zuko and that she's just as much a victim of abuse as her brother AND that Ursa wasn't that great of a mom to either but ESPECIALLY to Azula AND that Azula wasn't given the same opportunities or teaching Zuko was while they were growing up!!!! She literally couldn't have turned out any other way!!!
The convo half went:
"she's evil and crazy"
"she's 14"
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"she made her own mother scared of her and want nothing to do with her, what's that say about her"
"she's a shitty mom"
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"she's crazy!!! she's just as bad as their father!"
"the literal only positive attention she was ever given was from ozai, while ursa ignored her or yelled at her for doing bad but never explaining why or teaching compassion like she did with zuko."
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tentative design sketch for reverse gondolin au idril's wheelchair
Still not sure about the backrest part - i wanted to make it look kind of throne-y but it seems like the back + armrests would get in the way? also the buckety front part on the footrest is basically a splash guard, since gondolin is still a large medievalish city with accompanying levels of street cleanliness (or lack thereof)
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Okay so just imagine like. You’re just a little guy. You have no parents and your grandfather who raised you has always disparaged and disapproved of the very fact that you exist, for reasons utterly beyond your control. People enjoy your presence because you’re polite and charming the same way they enjoy flowers in spring, which is to say in passing and ultimately without any real connection.
And then you meet this guy who is just like. obsessed with you. He always wants to be around you and he derives true joy from it without you having to say anything funny or clever or lie for politeness’ sake. He creates art that he loves of you and because of you. Indirectly, you are suddenly able to put joy and beauty into the world, anything into the world, because you inspire him. You never imagined you would leave any kind of footprint the way things were before, because nothing you had was meaningful or lasting. And he flatters you dreadfully, he tells you how incredibly beautiful you are, and whether you realise it or not, you can feel that at least part of this value that he has found in you, that he has given you, comes from that beauty.
And then one day you meet his friend, who is older than you and cooler than you and a lord, and so witty and eloquent that you struggle just trying to keep track of whatever the fuck he’s talking about (and he always sounds like he knows everything about it), and he’s been this guy’s friend much longer than you have, and he also compliments you on your beauty and so seemingly that is the only quality of any worth that you possess, right? And then he waxes on and on about how it’s the only thing worth having and explains that what you have is actually incredibly valuable and fragile and precious, and that you are inevitably going to lose it and there’s nothing you can do. And also he says all this while you’re having your gay awakening because he’s sweet-talking you in a way you’ve never experienced and it’s uhhhhh it’s something. So then while you’re having a complete existential crisis over this your mutual friend calls you over to show you the most exquisite painting you’ve ever seen in your life and it’s of you. You didn’t know you could be so beautiful to anyone, you didn’t know he could create anything so beautiful, you didn’t know beauty on this level could even be captured in art. And that’s how he sees you, continually, without you having to make any effort to please him? Just to be yourself is enough to have inspired this incredible thing? You might cry. And then you realise he created it here and now and of you because on this particular day of June, you are twenty years old, and young, and pretty, and once you age out of that, you will lose the one thing anyone has ever valued in you, and surely also his interest, and you will be alone again, and worthy of nothing and no one. And because you’re also twenty years old and privileged and inexperienced you’ve never learned any capacity for nuanced thoughts and say things that are incredibly rash and stupid and regrettable.
So I’m not saying Dorian did nothing wrong but I am saying in his position I’d definitely have been a vain and terrified idiot too
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sometimes i get these bouts of really intense anger and regret over that time in high school when i wasnt allowed to take part in the students exchange with italy because my italian teacher was 'afraid i was too mentally unstable' and she want gonna 'take responsibility' for me just because i was depressed lol i genuinely believe it would have fixed me. like im not even kidding i was still passionate then and so excited about it it WOULD HAVE FIXED ME. it's something ill never forgive that pretentious bitch for.
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