#I would've uploaded this sooner

[silverlizard012]

Incredibly late to the party but art block be damned I finally finished some vice/virtue fanart!

Envy Max and Sam belong to @pikaflute

Lust Max belongs to @lizardtheartist

Charity Sam belongs to @gaycrittercentral

[cosmicstarlatte]

Reality Show (Obey Me!)

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Diavolo convinces Lucifer to have him & his brothers do a new demon reality show that revolves around their everyday lives.

»Characters: Demon Bros // ->[Click here for Part 2: Dateables]

»Tags: LUCIFER CAUGHT IN 4K, Shitpost/Humor, Mentions of reader/MC, Husbando Beel Supremacy, Bulleted Style

»Notes: CM = Crew Member ;; Sorry I was gonna upload this sooner but wanted to draw art for it. xD

Lucifer:

"Okay that's enough, go somewhere else."

CM: "We can't, you agreed to this under contract"

sighs

Mildly regretted his loyalty to Diavolo, otherwise he would've never done this

His camera crew was always on edge with him

The show stressed him more than usual

Perhaps there were a few embarrassing moments he would prefer not to talk about

Like pushing a door that said pull, forgetting the word spoon and calling it a tiny bowl on a stick

[Camera peeks through Lucifer's study, recording a smiling Lucifer texting on his phone]

CM: "Who were you texting Lucifer? Was it ___? There's been rumors..."

"I was checking the weather."

CM: "You take selfies for the weather?"

Mammon:

"Hey wait stop recordin' this! Not that what we are doin' is illegal!"

His camera crew had a rough time with him

But it made for good television!

He talked shit about Lucifer the most

"Yeah a lotta people dunno this, but Lucifer cries to me all the time! What can I say, I'm a reliable guy!"[Crew zooms in on an unamused Lucifer in the background]

[Cut to Mammon hanging from the ceiling]

"Can someone get me down from here!? HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS GOIN'!?"

A lot of the crew's clips had shaky movement from running due to multiple mammon situations

They got a great swoon-worthy shot of Mammon gazing lovingly at you

CM: "Maybe you should confess?"

"I'm confessin' to nothin'! Talk to my lawyer!"

CM: "That's not what we- Nevermind."

Levi:

"I already stream online so this isn't any different."

lol

Levi didn't realize they'd be watching his every move

How was he suppose to worship his shrine of Ruri and you in front of them!?

His camera crew couldn't stop cringing around the otaku

it was uncomfortable for everyone

[Camera films secret sweet moment of him awkwardly practicing asking if you want to hang out]

He asked for it to be deleted, it was denied

However his ratings shot up after that clip and the next one:

CM: "Do you have a crush on ___?"

"W-what!? N-no!!! (Incoherent Levi noises and he trips)"

That clip became a viral meme for weeks

I'm talking remixes and everything

In the end his camera crew actually did have a lot of fun with him and they game online together now

Satan:

"Watch your step. Oh, don't touch that!"

His camera crew had a difficult time with him

He managed to avoid them frequently so he wasn't overly present in the show, much to the annoyance of Lucifer and the others

If they did catch him, all the clips looked the same, all he did was read

They did manage to catch him feeding some stray devildom kitties

[Camera zooms in on him in his room with a collared cat on his lap]

CM: "I thought you couldn't have pets?"

"It's not mine. Clearly, I can't control what comes in my room as of late."

CM:  "It has a collar?"

"Next question."

CM: "What can you tell us about the Anti-Lucifer League?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Next question."

CM: "Okay... viewers want to know what's up with you and ___?"

[Satan opens a book and gets sucked in]

Asmo:

"It's like, Devilgram Live, but longer!"

Most unbothered out of everyone

He did get annoyed when they tried to catch him before he could start his morning beauty routine

He was scary, they caught it on camera...it was the only time the crew deleted a clip on a brothers request

Overall his crew had an easy time, it was standard to what they normally do, Asmo himself was fun

He was a natural, of course everyone loved him, who wouldn't?

Was the one to start drama for the sake of tv

Nothing too crazy just messed with Luci's schedule, got Mammon arrested, hid Levi's Ruri body pillow, little things really!

[Camera catches Asmo cuddling next to you]

CM: "You seem very fond of them!"

"I am! Oh maybe we can do like a one year WEDDING special later on!?"

Beel:

"Just don't get in my way I guess."

He wasn't really on board with the idea but not much he could do

His crew had an average time with him, he was easy and chill to film

They caught him doing a lot of activities like, cooking/baking, sports, gaming, it was surprising to viewers

His work out clips got a lot of views too, he was a busy demon

They filmed him helping around the house, even cleaning your room and leaving you little gift snacks

CM: "Wow, snacks? You must really like ___!"

"Yeah. I love them. I want to give them the world."He confidently admitted, smiling brightly

Had high ratings in the polls, the show gave everyone a new perspective of him who wasn't just a gluttonous beast

Belphie:

CM: "Is he breathing?"

"Zzz..."

The crew had an easy but boring time with him

There's only so many hours of a sleeping Belphie you can record

The were some soft serene moments with him,Beel and you, gazing at the stars

[Camera catches him sleeping, smiling and mumbling something about you]

CM (poking): "Belphie wanna share what you were dreaming about? We heard you call their name. "

"Only if the network agrees to air it unfiltered. It will be very descriptive."

CM:

CM: "That's a wrap guys."

⬦You might also like: MC's Livestream

[pinkchrissysposts]

SUCCESS STORY

Heyyyy girl!! How u doin' ok this is crazyyy like ALOOOT,I'm ON CLOUD 9!!! After you uploaded your last post it was such a motivation for me,I first time in my life got serious😌,which I never was and I persisted for life like heck I flipped every dang thought,did 5 hour saturation and did the list method that's been trending in X,and omgosh I had like 10 things on my list half of them manifested I just 4 days😭😭. So I wrote that I'll get chicken and smoked pork stew(a delicacy in our tribe) and I had it 3 days straight for dinner and we've been eating chicken everyday for dinner(I'm a picky eater so it's like heaven),my family accepted me after i came out,I gained 4kg in one day😭,my dandruff problem have reduced and I've been feeling less constipated,also manifested money for my grandma's chemotherapy,along with that we won a lottery and my father is gonna start a business with it😭😭,so on. I'm so thankful for your post,I wish I persisted sooner maybe I would've been enjoying a trip in Bali😌it's going next on my list.

Also can be your gayfairy anon🧚🏻‍♂️

AYYYY I MANIFESTED A GAY ANON🎀SURE LOVE YOU CAN DEFINITELY BE MY ANON AND I LOVE YOUR SUCCESS STORY,THE LIST METHOD IS CHEF KISSED love it💓expecting more success stories like this from others aswell

[monarchisms]

im merely curious because of what you mentioned previously, but what do you think is different between the watcher service vs dropout? i /do/ think there is one, but i can't put my finger on it

as of right now, there are two major differences in my eyes: legacy and diversity

the first point, i had to think on for longer because though i'm familiar with dropout because my friends are into their content, my own perspective is lacking. so, i did some minor research to fact check stuff

dropout, i feel, is an exception to the rule in regards to internet-based companies making their own website/streaming services. until recently, they have existed as collegehumor since fucking 1999. they have lots of prior experiences to reflect on, and a long-term audience that often gives them feedback they're receptive to. their older content staying on youtube alongside some new ongoing stuff still being uploaded there is a nice plus. ryan and shane got popular through unsolved comparatively much sooner in 2016, as did steven in that same year with worth it, watcher currently is only 4 years old, so their foundation is more shaky right now

what also helped alongside that was that the transition wasn't as jarring as watcher's announcement. their subscription price on launch in september 2018 was $3.99 a month up until december, when they eased into tiered subs, which must've helped a lot. afaik, watcher tv has no mobile app (yet?), and many fans outside the US are region-locked without a vpn or something similar. with watcher and dropout in its current day each being $5.99, this leads into...

the second point: diversity. dropout launched mobile versions of their service 3 months after the official launch. watcher is exclusive to one official platform, as mentioned before, but in my opinion, what hurts watcher the most is series diversity. they have like, one series going on for a few weeks or months before another starts, so if someone paid them the fee, it'd be for something they might not even be interested in. likely, they'd binge the series they enjoy and unsub until the next season comes out. dropout has the advantages of both legacy series under the collegehumor name readily available, and their unscripted ongoing series coming out concurrently with a fixed schedule so than something new would be coming out i think every weekday at this point. it's reall more bang for your buck

all of this is why i said watcher "wanted to be dropout so bad" yesterday. they've created Yet Another streaming service with a price and catalogue that doesn't justify its existence. this could've been a more focused patreon. this could've been a youtube membership. this could've been a secret third thing. this could've been anything else than what we got, and it would've had the potential to be better.

tl;dr- this is watcher right now:

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for redflawedglass behind the cut; they asked for dealer's choice, and I picked "Clark wakes up alive". ( chrono || non-chrono )

“I hope you don't mind me just showing up like this,” he says, gentle and apologetic. Conner never had enough choices in his life, short as it was. He feels like–Clark just wants better for him, this time. “Is it alright that I'm here?”

It was partially his fault, that Conner thought he couldn't choose things for himself for so long. Thought he couldn't have things he wanted. Thought he just had to accept whatever he was offered, more often than not. 

Not always. Not every time. But–too much of the time. 

If Clark can help him learn otherwise sooner . . . 

Well. Of course he's going to try to. 

. . . yes, appears very slowly in Clark's head, and he smiles at Conner again. 

“Thank you,” he says. “I'm happy to hear that. I hope us meeting each other makes you happy too.” 

Conner's face stays perfectly impassive, but his eyes go wet. He blinks, and Clark hears his heartbeat stutter again. 

He could've done this last time. He could've done less than this, and Conner would've had a much easier and much less painful start to life outside Cadmus. 

But he didn't, of course, so he can't do any less than this now. 

“Call security,” Desmond says flatly. . 

“On Superman?” Guardian asks in disbelief. “Sir, even if there was a reason to call security, I wouldn't do that to security.” 

“He’s trespassing!” Desmond snaps. “And interfering with the subject, besides!” 

“I mean, I don’t know if this is interfering . . .” Guardian says skeptically. 

This is absolutely interfering, and Clark is going to be doing as much of it as (in)humanly possible, but he does prefer no one calling security and interrupting the conversation. 

“Don’t mind me,” he says to them, as pleasant and sweet as Ma’s most passive-aggressive “bless your heart”. Then he smiles a little softer at Conner, trying to be . . . careful, maybe. 

He did this so badly last time. Did so badly by Conner last time. 

He doesn’t intend to do anything like that again. 

Ever. 

“It really is so good to meet you, kid,” he says gently. Simple and straightforward, still. Easy for a child to understand, he hopes–or at least easier. Conner had enough trouble understanding other people to begin with, and he can’t imagine it’d be any easier while operating a younger brain and with an even earlier interruption to his education uploads. “Would you mind if I hugged you now?” 

Conner’s eyes . . . flicker, just barely. There’s confusion in them, Clark thinks, but it’s a little hard to tell. He’s even less expressive than the version of himself Clark’s used to. 

. . . was used to. 

Clark doesn’t think about that. Not right now. 

. . . ‘hug’? appears in his head, slow and hesitant over an obviously unfamiliar word. 

Clark debates throwing Desmond through a wall. Just a thin wall. Not a load-bearing one. 

But definitely a wall. 

“I mean I’d like to hold you,” he explains, because if Conner sees him get angry, he’ll blame himself for it. Of course he would, between his current age and the kind of things he’s likely had shoved into his brain so far. “Like you were holding your friend a moment ago.” 

He points at the G-gnome to clarify, and Conner . . . hesitates. Nothing appears in Clark’s head. 

“Call security immediately,” Desmond snaps at Guardian. “Now!” 

“Sir–” Guardian starts, half-raising his hands, and Desmond’s expression turns murderous. 

“That was an order, Guardian,” he says dangerously. Clark half-expects to feel G-gnomes in his mind or for Guardian to change his mind under their influence, but nothing happens. 

He doesn’t look at Dubbilex, but he . . . wonders, a little. 

Conner just barely shrinks in on himself, and Clark wonders how many times he’s been faced with an angry person so much bigger and older than him in real life, or even been out of his pod at all. Is this the first time? A regular occurrence? Something in-between? 

The G-gnome hops up on Conner’s shoulders; leans forward over his head and inspects Clark curiously, tilting its own head. Conner freezes, and Clark sees the faintest trace of fear in the back of his eyes. 

He wonders if the G-gnome’s putting it there, but Conner’s looking right at him. 

So if the G-gnome is putting it there . . . 

If it is, Clark can’t help but suspect it’s not actually a deliberate effort on the creature’s part, as opposed to a genuine by-product of Conner not knowing what to expect from him. 

Not knowing if he’ll hurt the G-gnome, he means, remembering the way Conner had hesitated when he’d called it his friend. 

Considering what he knows of how Desmond ran this place–is running this place right now . . . 

“Hello,” Clark says, and smiles at the G-gnome. “It’s nice to meet you too.” 

The G-gnome stares at him for a long, silent moment, and then slips back down behind Conner’s back and wraps its arms around his neck. Clark hears something like a whisper from another room, but not that clear, and Conner . . . hesitates, again. 

Then the word hug appears in Clark’s mind again, this time tentative and longing, and he doesn’t hesitate himself at all. He scoops up Conner and stands up with him in the same moment, and Conner lets out a little breath as his thrumming heartbeat stutters in his chest, and Clark holds him against his own chest very, very carefully, as if he’s holding something more delicate than melting frost on a sunny morning or cracked porcelain. 

Conner doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself; where to put his hands or arms. If he should hold onto him or lean into him or not. 

Clark keeps him in his arms anyway, and swears to himself he’s not leaving without the kid. Not for anything. If Conner doesn’t want to come with him right now, then he’ll wait here with him until he does, no matter what happens outside. 

If Conner never wants to come with him, well–then he’ll just stay, if that’s what it takes. 

He’s not giving Desmond the chance to hurt or hide him. Not giving anyone that chance. 

He wonders if the Conner he remembers even remembered being this small himself, or if it was so brief an experience that it didn’t stick in his head at all. 

He suspects it might’ve been, and hates the thought. 

Buzzes, appears in Clark’s head, still tentative. He doesn’t understand, for a moment, and then realizes Conner’s ear is practically against his chest. So he’s probably talking about . . . 

“I always thought of it as more a ‘thrum’, myself,” he says, and Conner stares mutely at him. Their heartbeats aren’t a perfect match–even with cloned DNA, Conner isn’t quite Kryptonian enough, and his heart beats a little slower and harder than his does. The separate beats are more audible, too. 

But it does still thrum, when it comes to it. 

Warm, appears in Clark’s head too, and Conner ducks his head just enough to hide his face from Desmond when the tears start falling. 

His expression doesn’t change at all, but the tears on his face are undeniable. 

Maybe a load-bearing wall wouldn’t be so bad to throw Desmond through, Clark thinks, bundling the kid up tighter in his arms and wrapping his cape around him as he does. Then he looks at Guardian, and puts on the most pleasant smile he can manage without needing to actually throw Desmond through a load-bearing wall first. 

“I appreciate you taking care of him, but it’s not good for him to be down in the dark like this,” he says, gently stroking what of Conner’s back the G-gnome isn’t perched on and pretending not to notice the fat, heavy tears dripping onto the El crest on his chest. “He needs the sun.” 

“There’s, ah–a solar suit, sir,” Guardian says, but he looks uncomfortable even as he says it. “I mean–he’s being fed solar energy, not just . . . uh . . .” 

He trails off, and looks much more uncomfortable; like he’s just realized what he’s saying. Maybe he has, given Desmond’s influence over the G-gnomes and what they do and don’t let people down here think. 

Guardian still thinks he’s human himself right now, after all.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

Hi I'm still not over the toxic VS healthy friendships on Witchcraft smp, particularly the Coven looking out for each other hard, even though two of them were way more powerful, and then offers of "friendship" that were really just about getting close enough to take advantage. Just the thoughts of being the fragile one between the powerhouses? And then being helped instead of hurt?

(~600 words, post-canon, powerless cleo, cleo&eloise, nothing serious)

"I hate job applications," Cleo said, "I hate job applications, I hate job applications, I hate job applications-"

"Good morning to you too," Eloise said, looking up from her computer as her friend entered.

"If I have to upload my nearly empty resume to one more website and then type everything in it out again anyway, I am going to explode."

"Not going so well, then?"

"Turns out 'former Witch of Time, now has no magic' doesn't look great to employers." They sighed. "I've never been more jealous. Not only did you keep your magic, it ended up being a transferable skill."

"Yeah, well, I always had a knack for being loud and in-your-face, so it only makes sense I'd monetize it." She smiled.

Cleo's smile in return was humorless. "It's just... stressful, is all. I'll be fine."

"You need a break, Cleo," El said. "Have you talked to any of your friends recently? Other than me? Scott? Lauren? Tiff? Pris?"

"Pris is not our friend," Cleo said. "I'm not even sure I know where Tiff lives anymore. Lauren's still a bit peeved at me, and, honestly, understandable. And Scott..." They sighed. "I don't really want to bother him and Milo while they're still getting used to life together again, y'know?"

"I really don't. They're your friends, they'd both love to see you."

"It's fine. No time for a break anyway! Sooner I get a job, sooner I can stop taking advantage of your hospitality."

Eloise blinked. "Cleo, is that what you think is happening here?"

"Well... it is, isn't it? I stopped being able to pay the mortgage on my old hut, and my castle disappeared when I lost my powers anchoring it here, so I needed a place to live while I got back on my feet."

"Well, okay, yes, that is what happened," El said, "But... I mean, I guess we never talked about it, but I'd be happy with you living here in the long-term, too."

"Why?" Cleo looked genuinely taken aback. "I mean, I'm not the greatest roommate, you've figured that out by now."

"Okay, well, yes. And you do need to do the dishes more often-"

"It's not as easy as it sounds when you're used to just reverting time on them to when they were clean," Cleo said.

"-but I like having you around, because you're my friend. Besides, I kind of owe you?"

Cleo laughed. "Owe me? For what?"

"For, y'know, making me a witch actually worth anything in the final duel? I wouldn't have made it anywhere without your help."

"Oh, El," Cleo said. "You were always just as strong as I was, you would've gotten there help or no."

"I really don't think that's true. I would've been useless if you hadn't taught me hexcasting." She paused. "I mean, it ended up killing me too, but that's beside the point. I'm definitely not half the witch you are."

"Well," Cleo said, "you are now. You're the most powerful member of the Coven now, you know that?"

"...huh. I hadn't thought about it."

"Are you our new leader?" Cleo teased.

"Lord, no," El said, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. "We do not have a leader. Sounds like it'd be too much work."

"Whatever you say, ma'am." Cleo snapped a salute and El groaned, which threw Cleo into a brief fit of laughter.

"Thanks, Cleo," El said softly, when the laughter died down, a gentle smile on her face.

"Same to you," Cleo said.

[koalasnooze]

ArtFight 2024!

•Killian: Walking through an orchard•

Sketchy ver

Clean lineart ver

Art mediums: Inking pens-

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Just killian,walking through an orchard,picking up fruits and other stuff along the way!

This is art for the character Killian,who was made by @chronicchaotic !

She was a joy to draw!

(I would've uploaded this sooner,but I forgot I had tumblr-)

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU II | [15] TIME OF DECISION

Daryl Dixon x oc!Charlie

Summary: Charlie once again doubts Rick’s decisions. She’s not convinced to the rightfulness of the mission. She has to pick who she wants to protect. Her choice brings consequences.

Warnings: guns, language, walkers, mention of killing, and typical twd things if I missed sth

Words: 4.258

A/N: Hello :) I would like to apologize for not uploading a chapter, but I finished it just moments ago. I was busy with exams for the past month. I promise that next chapter will be published sooner as I want to finish it today/tomorrow. Thank you for reading and your comments, I absolutely love reading them!

Rick had called a meeting, and everyone in Alexandria had gathered, their faces a mix of curiosity and concern. The church, once a place of peace and reflection, now felt like the heart of their troubled community. Charlie glanced at Andy, who stood silently beside her. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and the faint lingering traces of candle wax. The evening light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor. Rick stood at the front, his presence commanding attention.

"We have food. But they're not giving it away," said Rick. "Those Saviors, almost killed Sasha, Daryl, and Abraham. Now, sooner or later they would've found us, just like those Wolves did." he said, looking around at people's faces. "Just like Jesus did. They would have killed someone or some of us. And own us. Then, low on food, we would loose. This is the only way. But this needs to be a group decision." he added after his speech. "If anyone objects, raise your hand."

"Isn't it already made?" Cass asked, fixing glasses on his nose.

"You sure we can beat them?"

"I have the same question."

"After everything we've been through...yes. I'm sure," Rick nodded.

What we Rick was talking about? - was Charlie's first thought. Because Alexandria's residents were still green when it came to fighting, guns, weapons, and walkers. They had survived, yes, but they had done so mostly behind the safety of their walls, relying on the seasoned fighters like Rick and his group. The Survivors group was experienced. They had been hardened by countless battles, losses, and near-death experiences.

"Then that's what we tell them." Morgan interrupted Charlie's thoughts.

"They don't compromise." Rick shook his head.

"It's not a compromise," Morgan disagreed. "It's a choice. It's a way out for them and for us."

"We try and talk to the Saviors, we give up our advantage, our safety." answered Rick with annoyance in his voice. "We have to come for them, before they come for us. They always come back."

"They comeback when they're dead, too."

"We'll stop them. We have before."

"I'm not talking about the walkers." Morgan's words hanged in the air.

She had seen her fair share of death, had lost people she cared about, and each loss left a scar. These scars weren't just physical but etched deeply into her psyche. The faces of the dead often visited her in quiet moments, their memories a constant reminder of what she had lost. Charlie knew better than anyone what Morgan's words meant.

There was a palpable tension between the two men, a silent battle of wills. Morgan's stance was calm, yet resolute, his eyes reflecting a deep-seated belief in his pacifist philosophy. Rick, on the other hand, was a warrior, a leader who believed in fighting to protect what they had built.

"Morgan wants to talk to them first. I think that would be a mistake, but it's not up to me. I'll talk to the people still at home." Rick said. "I'll discuss it with people on guard now, too, but who else wants to approach the Saviors, talk to them first?"

"What happened here, we won't let happen again." said determined Aaron. "I won't."

"Well, looks like it's settled." Charlie said, catching Rick's eyes. Just by this short interaction, he knew that Charlie wasn't on his side. Not by her own will, at last. "We kill them all."

As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, a calm settled over the walls of Alexandria. The air grew cooler, carrying with it a sense of relief after another day of tension. The day had been long. But now, in this quiet moment, Charlie and Daryl found solace in each other's presence. He leaned back against the bed, while Charlie nestled herself closer, feeling the warmth of his presence. They didn't need to speak at first; the silence between them was comfortable, a shared understanding that words weren't always necessary.

"I feel as if today lasted ten years."

Daryl chuckled.

"I'm glad you're here, Daryl. With me."

He turned to look at her, his blue eyes meeting her gaze. "Always gonna be here, Charlie. Ain't going nowhere."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "Good. Because I don't think I could do this alone...Not anymore."

They lapsed into silence again, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Charlie leaned her head against Daryl's shoulder, closing her eyes briefly. "Do you ever think about what it would be like if it all was suddenly gone?" she murmured.

"No."

"Why?" Charlie asked.

"We have bigger troubles now," he answered.

"Hmm."

Charlie's mind raced with possibilities, each one darker than the last. She felt a tightening in her chest, the weight of fear pressing down on her. She nestled closer, resting her head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, a calming rhythm that began to ease her anxiety.

"You've been quiet," he remarked. "What's on your mind?"

"What if everything gets worse?"

"It always might get worse."

"But now it feels as if we're asking for it."

"Don't worry," he said, closing his eyes. "I'll watch your back."

"You're good at it."

Daryl chuckled, sensing the double meaning in her words.

He thought about the rare moments of laughter they shared, the bond that had grown between them. In a world filled with so much darkness, Charlie was a beacon of light, and he was determined to protect her at all costs. He tightened his hold on her, his mind settling into a quiet contentment.

With fingers tangled in her hair, and a thought of her, he fell asleep.

Birds chirped in the distance, and the fresh scent of pine filled the air. Charlie stirred, blinking awake. She sat up, stretching the sleep from her limbs and glancing over at Daryl, who was still asleep beside her. Carefully, she stood and made her way down to the kitchen. The wooden stairs creaked softly under her feet as she descended, the smell of cooking drawing her toward the kitchen. As she stepped into the warm, sunlit kitchen, she found Carol busy at the stove, her hands deftly moving as she prepared breakfast.

"Hey," Charlie smiled. The woman was deep in her own thoughts, so her sudden voice made her jump.

"Hello, Sweet Thing," she forced smile on her lips. "Hungry?"

"No. I don't think I'll swallow anything," Charlie said and walked closer. "Carol."

"Hmm?"

"Could you help with my hair?"

They moved to the living room, where the sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow on the worn furniture. Carol settled on the couch and patted the space in front of her. Charlie sat down on the floor, her back to Carol, and handed her a hairbrush. As the older woman began to brush Charlie's hair, the repetitive motion was soothing her nerves. Charlie closed her eyes, letting herself relax under the gentle touch.

"You used to do that a lot in the past," Charlie smiled, feeling Carol's fingers working fast.

"Sophia never had hair like that," she said. "Always keeping it short."

"I remember," Charlie nodded lightly, remembering the little girl. In her mind, Sophia was still a little girl, but she would be a teenager now, probably around fourteen or fifteen - like Carl. She pictured her with the same kind, intelligent eyes. Her hair, likely a dark blonde, would fall in waves, maybe even with a few braids like the one Carol had just done for her. "I miss the quarry."

"Really?" Carol raised her eyebrows.

"Things seemed simpler then. I wish I could just go back and tell myself what I know now."

"What do you mean?"

"Rick and Michonne," Charlie said out of nowhere. "Do you know when it started?"

"Maybe when we were apart?"

"Yeah...Maybe," she sighed. "What I mean is that things were simpler at the beginning. All we had to worry about were the Walkers. But we were together," she sighed. "Now we have to worry about those people, Hilltop, Saviors...And I don't even remember when I saw all of you. Together."

"We're together," Carol argued.

"We live next to each other," Charlie corrected. "But we're not together anymore."

Carol stood still, the words sinking in. Looking back in time, she saw the small group of people working together, the shared meals, and the nights spent around the fire.

"Oh, Sweet Thing."

She thought back to the early days, when their group had been smaller, more intimate. They had leaned on each other for everything, their bond forged in the fires of constant danger and loss. But as time had passed, as they had settled into a routine, something had shifted.

"Can I ask you a question?" Charlie asked after a rather long moment of silence.

"Sure."

"Why are you calling me Sweet Thing?"

"Well...Because from the very beginning you were so sweet to me," Carol explained. "You were taking care of Sophia. And then of me..."

Charlie froze in her spot. Her heart sank in her chest, knowing so well that being sweet was never her intention. At the beginning, since four men were pointing their guns at her, everything was a strategy. She was helping them, smiling at everyone, but in her head she was judging every single person, Carol included. "I've never been sweet," she answered. "I was trying to survive. And by being an awful person to you...All of you would have made me leave."

"Charlie..."

"No, really," she shook her head. "I've always been a bad person. I...Sometimes I think that me losing my family, or that everyone I care about dies, or my mental condition is just karma."

Carol's heart ached at the raw pain in Charlie's voice. She looked at her friend, seeing not the flaws Charlie saw in herself, but the strength and resilience that had kept her going through unimaginable hardship. She stepped closer, her expression softening.

"I think I never told you this...I love you, Sweet Thing." Carol leaned in and wrapped her hands around the younger woman. "You're not a bad person, Charlie. You're one of the strongest, most caring people I know. We all have our demons, but that doesn't make us bad."

Charlie felt the weight of Carol's words settle into her heart, a warmth spreading through her chest. "I don't feel strong," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Most days, I feel like I'm barely holding on."

"It's okay to feel that way," Carol's voice broke. "Just remember you're not alone."

In Carol's embrace, Charlie could almost imagine that she was a child again, seeking comfort and reassurance from her mother. The warmth and security she felt were unlike anything she had experienced in a long time. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but they were tears of release, of letting go of the burden she had carried for so long.

The air was crisp, filled with the promise of a new day, yet the tension among the group was palpable. Today was the day they would confront the Saviors. The convoy of vehicles rumbled down the dirt road, dust kicking up in their wake. The forest next to the road was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant call of a bird. She walked over to where Andy stood, her heart heavy with the weight of what was to come.

"You don't have to do this," Charlie said.

She understood the importance of showing unity and giving everyone a chance. Andy had shown promise during training, but he lacked the experience and composure that seasoned members of the group possessed. This mission required precision, focus, and a deep understanding of the stakes. Charlie worried that Andy's inexperience could jeopardize everything.

And what's more important that he would end up dead.

"I know," Andy nodded. "But I want to prove my worth."

"Andy, you better find a different way of proving whatever you need to prove and leave this thing to experienced people."

"I have to do this," he argued. "Even Carl is better than me. A teenager with one eye," Andy said nervously, but calmed himself as he met Charlie's warning glance. "Look, I have to be here. Even the priest is here."

"Which isn't a good omen, too." Charlie mumbled under her breath, stabbing Gabe in the face...just in her mind, of course.

Gabe caught her whispered words. He turned to her, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I've been called worse omens, Charlie," he said, his voice light but carrying an undercurrent of steel. "But last I checked, divine intervention wasn't something to scoff at in times like these."

"There's no turning back now." she rolled her eyes at his witty comment.

"I could walk. Maybe run a little, maybe a lot. I'm not going anywhere. Your people taught me for a reason."

"Yeah, for a reason unknown to me," Charlie scoffed and passed him, hearing Andy's fast steps behind.

"I don't get it," he said. "Why do you hate him so much."

Charlie's mind whirred at the question. She hadn't really thought deeply about her animosity toward Gabe. It had always been there, a simmering undercurrent of irritation and mistrust. She searched her feelings, trying to pinpoint the root of her resentment. Was it his unwavering faith that seemed naïve in such a brutal world? Or perhaps it was his calm demeanor, which she found frustrating in the face of constant danger?

Maybe it's because he represents something she felt she had lost. Hope. Faith. Things buried under layers of survival instincts. But none of that was something she was ready to unpack, especially not now. "I just do," she shrugged. "Now, stop thinking about him, and focus."

"I am focused."

"I'm serious, Andy," she said, realizing how his small smile was annoying her, as if it was some kind of game for him. In the face of danger, Charlie realized how close she got to the young man and how sue cared about him.

"I know," he nodded his head. "We got this."

Charlie caught sight of Maggie behind him, her strong yet weary figure standing out among the others. The sight of her brought a rush of conflicting emotions. She had insisted on coming, despite the dangers. She was resolute, driven by the same need for justice and retribution that fueled them all. But seeing her there, so close to the impending conflict, made Charlie's protective instincts flare.

She found herself beside Glenn in no time, his face etched with worry but his resolve unbroken. She couldn't hold back her concern any longer.

"You asked me to protect her, Glenn," Charlie said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And now you risk her life?"

Glenn turned to her, his eyes reflecting the depth of his inner turmoil. "It's not up to me, Charlie," he replied, a note of sadness in his voice. "You know her. Once Maggie sets her mind to something, there's no stopping her."

Charlie clenched her jaw, struggling to accept the truth in Glenn's words. Maggie was strong, resilient, and fiercely independent. She had every right to fight alongside them, but that didn't make it any easier to watch her step into danger. "I get it, Glenn. But sometimes you need to step up and be a man."

His eyes hardened, and he took a step closer to her, lowering his voice so the others wouldn't hear. "Do you think I don't care? Do you think I don't worry about her every second? This isn't about being a man or not. This is about respecting her."

"So, what?" Charlie glared at him. "You just let her walk into danger because you're too afraid to stand up to her?"

"She's not a child; she's a survivor, just like the rest of us," he answered. "I know you're scared," Glenn's voice softened. "Trust me, we all are."

"But what if anything happens to her..."

"Nothing will," Glenn interrupted, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Because we're going to do everything in our power to protect each other. All of us."

Charlie nodded, feeling the last of her frustration melt away, but not entirely. She knew Glenn was right. They needed to be united, now more than ever.

Their attention was suddenly captured by Rick, who had stepped forward, his face set with grim determination. He raised a hand, signaling for everyone to gather around. The murmur of voices ceased as the group fell silent, eyes fixed on their leader.

"We're gonna take a look around, try to get a feel for how many people are in there." said Rick. "We like how it looks, we go in. A couple hours before dawn. The guards outside'll be tired. Everyone inside'll be sleeping," he explained a one way. "We don't like what we see, we head back, make a new plan," he said. "They don't know who we are. We'll keep Jesus in the shadows. This is how we eat."

As the group began to disperse to their positions, Charlie approached Rick, her mind racing with concerns. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, looking at the man who was immersed in his thoughts.

"I don't want Maggie here," Charlie said sternly, even though Rick wasn't looking at her.

"She's guarding the perimeter," he answered, still not giving her a glance.

"Are you kidding me?" she scoffed. "She's pregnant."

"It's her choice."

She couldn't believe Rick was so dismissive of her concerns. How could he put Maggie in such a dangerous position? It felt reckless and irresponsible.

First Glenn and then Rick.

Men - Charlie rolled her eyes.

"She's with a child, it's no longer her choice."

Rick finally turned to face Charlie, his eyes meeting hers directly. There was a flicker of something in his gaze - maybe understatement or maybe she annoyed him."I want to stay with her," Charlie insisted, her voice steady even as Rick scrutinized her. "And Andy will be with us."

Rick's face tightened with resolve. "Well, this whole thing's a race to the armory," he said. "We need as many people inside as we can get."

"You have just enough people," Charlie shrugged, pointing her head in the direction of the group. "I made a promise to keep an eye on her."

"Did Carol and Andy make that promise too? I had a very similar talk with her earlier." Rick tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Charlie's heart sank. If Carol was voicing concerns, it meant she wasn't alone in her worries. "Very well. Even Carol is concerned, so that should tell you a lot."

A heavy silence settled between them, the weight of their unspoken words hanging in the air. Rick's expression softened slightly, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "You don't talk to me, Charlie," he said quietly. "It's been weeks since we've really talked. You said you were sorry for doubting me, and here we are," he sighed, dropping his arms to his sides. "What happened to you? You used to be my biggest ally."

Her thoughts raced. She remembered the early days of their journey, how she had always stood by Rick, trusted his decisions, even when they were difficult. But things had changed. The constant danger, the endless battles, it had all taken a toll.

"This thing? It's not the same as before," she said after a while, her voice tinged with sadness and frustration. "I don't see... I can't find a point in this," she shrugged, struggling to put her feelings into words. "And I don't want to ever make a choice who to save, a baby or its mother."

Her last words hit Rick hard. She could see the pain in his eyes, the conflict. It was the truth, and he knew it. The weight of their decisions, the moral dilemmas they faced every day—it was tearing them apart. Rick took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly.

"I'm staying with Maggie," Charlie said firmly.

Rick looked at her for a long moment, the silence between them thick with unspoken emotions. Finally, he nodded. "Okay," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But Andy goes with us."

The night had settled around them, casting the forest in deep shadows. Charlie, Carol, and Maggie crouched near the Savior's base, their breaths quiet and steady. The cool night air wrapped around them, the sounds of the forest a backdrop to their tense vigil.

Charlie's thoughts drifted to Andy. She had been annoyed by his presence, questioning his readiness and his place in their mission. She agreed on him going here, because she thought he'll be near her. The only reassurance was the thought that Daryl promised to keep an eye on him. He had a way of taking care of people, of bringing out their strengths. If anyone could guide Andy through this, it was him. She hoped that Andy would rise to the occasion, proving her doubts wrong.

Charlie glanced at Carol, whose usual calm demeanor seemed strained. Her eyes were darting around more than usual, and her breathing was just a bit too quick. Charlie's instincts flared; something was wrong.

Her eyes met Charlie's again, and she offered a reassuring nod, even though her heart was still pounding in her chest. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange of concern and determination.

Then, the sharp, piercing sound of an alarm shattered the silence.

Charlie's heart sank, a wave of dread washing over her. Her mind immediately jumped to Daryl, Andy, and Glenn. Were they safe? Had something gone wrong?

She felt a surge of fear and panic, her thoughts racing. The alarm meant the Saviors were alerted, and everything was about to get much more dangerous. She couldn't bear the thought of losing anyone, especially not the people she cared about most.

"They're in trouble," Carol said urgently as she started moving, giving an order to Charlie. "Stay here with Maggie."

"What?" Charlie began to follow Carol, her heart pounding with worry. She heard another pair of footsteps behind her.

"I'm going with you," both Maggie and Charlie said in unison.

"I said stay here!" Carol snapped, frustration evident in her voice.

"No!" Charlie retorted, her determination unwavering.

"Damn it!" Carol cursed under her breath.

"I have to!" Charlie argued, reaching out to pull Carol's arm.

"No, you don't!" Carol insisted. "Both of you, stay here."

"Yes, I do," Maggie interjected, pushing Charlie to the side with unexpected strength.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Carol asked, the question burning in everyone's mind.

Maggie furrowed her eyebrows, defiant. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You're supposed to be someone else!" Carol's voice was harsh, the weight of their situation pressing down on her.

Before anyone could respond, the alarm blared again, louder and more urgent. The noise was a constant reminder of the danger closing in on them.

"They need our help," Maggie said, her voice resolute.

A low growling noise broke through the alarm. Charlie turned swiftly, her knife already in her hand, and plunged it into the head of a walker that had crept up on them. She wiped the blood off her blade, her heart racing.

"You're staying here," Carol commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "With Charlie."

As Carol looked at Maggie, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively, she took out her gun. Before she could react, Charlie had already fired, hitting a man but only managing to wound his arm.

"Maggie, don't," Charlie warned, her voice tense, when she saw her walking to the wounded man.

"Let's go!" Carol urged, ready to move.

"Not unless it's done," Maggie said through gritted teeth, her gun trained on the wounded man.

Suddenly, Charlie felt a cold metal barrel press against the back of her head. A click echoed in the air, sending a shiver down her spine. "Stop!" a woman's voice commanded. "Or they are both dead!"

Carol, Charlie, and Maggie froze, their breaths hitching in unison. The woman, her eyes cold and calculating, held her gun firmly against hers and Carol's heads. Charlie's eyes darted to the side, where she saw two other women, each armed and ready to shoot.

"Guns, knives on the ground, right now," the woman with ginger hair ordered, her voice brooking no defiance.

Carol glanced at Charlie, a silent exchange passing between them. Reluctantly, they began to lower their weapons, placing them on the ground slowly. "Do it," Carol whispered, her voice strained but calm. "We need to stay alive."

Charlie nodded, her heart pounding as she followed Carol's lead. Maggie hesitated, her eyes blazing with defiance, but she too began to lower her gun.

"Good," the woman said, a twisted smile on her face. "Now, stand back."

Charlie's mind raced, looking for a way out of this. The alarm continued to wail, its relentless noise making it hard to think clearly. She glanced at Carol, who gave her a barely perceptible nod. They needed a plan, and fast.

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Caleb Nyberg deleted Pedro Pascal's vertical Corona videos from his website, though this doesn't mark the first time I've seen him do this:

A week or two ago, I found four vertical Corona videos on Nyberg's Vimeo page, as well as the videos of Pedro walking alone on the beach, and some ads I already saw on Corona's pages. I asked him if the videos I hadn't seen before consisted of abandoned concepts, or if Corona would post them on YouTube and Instagram later. Instead of answering, he made it impossible for me to look at his Vimeo page without logging out of the platform. When I did, I noticed that the vertical uploads had disappeared. It seems that when he reposted them on his website, he used a different Vimeo account.

For the record, I don't have a backup of the fourth vertical upload, because I didn't think to download any of them. It featured Pedro delivering some beer to two randos on the beach, who become rather surprised to see him. I can actually transcribe the dialogue:

PEDRO: Delivery.

RANDO #1: (gasp) Pedro...?

RANDO #2: ...Pascal?

I wonder if people who reposted Nyberg's unique videos onto other platforms still would've done so if I shared this anecdote sooner.

[proxylynn]

Jack Horner ducked a flying axe (from one of the crews) while casually talking with Ethical Bug during the Wild Rose forest encounter is pretty badass.

[The man is boss. *smooch* He is overlooked and underappreciated. This absolute unit of a man is OP and the only reason he lost was because of plot armor. He's got the magic items, the manpower, and he's got skills up the wazoo. You can't tell me Big Jack Horner wouldn't have won if they didn't need the story to have a happy ending…and make Shrek 5.]

{I would've answered this sooner with a single clip but for some reason, tumblr won't let me upload video at all even if it's 2 minutes long. So instead, longer youtube videos showcasing this man in all his glory! And yes. I recorded my copy of the movie and then cut it down to all scenes with Jack only because I am a huge simp for this man.}

[transacewithapan]

Fun Facts about Tipping Point {An Eddsworld Series}

Since this series is my life atm, I decided to point out some fun facts about the development and stuff about it :)

Pre-Dev Facts/Before I started writing it:

I had the idea implanted in my head months before I started writing it (about late December of 2022). I could NOT stop thinking about it...

It was between a one shot book and this series, and I am so glad I chose the series lmao

I had gotten into Eddsworld before Surf & Turf Wars part 1 came out. I had heard of it years ago, and of the character 'Tord,' but had no idea where he was from until it ('it' being 'The End part 1') showed up on my recommendation page on YouTube.

I also happened upon ASDF, which my brother had quoted most of the lines from when we were younger. He seemed frustrated at me for not watching it sooner lol. I also recommended him to watch Eddsworld, and he still hasn't.

Anyway, back to my series... originally, Matt was going to be trans, but that would've made his childhood much harder, and I would have to make his aunts and uncles (not Bing) to be much stricter as they expect "nothing but the best." I'm going to be uploading a side story about Matt's family soon :)

The only trans people in my story are Pat and Larry. There hasn't been any recognition that Larry is trans since it just seems out of place everywhere I make note of it... it'll be more in the side stories.

I don't know if I said this in my series, but Margaret is the name of Edd's mother. Her nickname is Margot (named after Margot Robbie)

William and Henry are named after characters in Five Nights at Freddy's; the Purple Guy and his ex-business partner.

During the process Facts:

There's a character 'sheet' that I plan to add in to Tied me to Your Family Tree. It lists facts about the characters, and what they're like.

I had no idea what I was doing with Lynnedslag lmao. I promise I'll do him 'better' in the side stories

I had to do so much research for this; to Norwegian military rankings to converting Norwegian kroner to British pounds to seeing what kind of weapons they use... it was hard.

Eos (landlady), Aspen (florist), Evelyne (florist's girlfriend), and Kali (landlady's sibling) are actual friends of mine :)

It's noted that Tord is demisexual, meaning he may feel romantic attraction, but it takes some time for him to feel sexually attracted towards someone until he forms a strong bond with them.

My other favorite ship aside from TomMatt is MattTord, and I tried so hard to make it seem like they didn't like each other in that way, especially with their side story lmao

Matt's father being blind was a challenge for me since this is my first(?) time writing a disabled character. I had no idea what I was doing... I do know that blind people tend to be independent and their senses are 10x better than the average human, like... wow, they can tell when the dryer is done even when they're upstairs or 20 feet away-

I didn't intend for the main villains to be the fathers- it's just my repressed daddy issues lol. at least you get Arthur and Henry (but he's not in it lol)

The final story takes place in 2033-34 (10-11 years in the future)

The chemical that Diwi had was called 'Venomous Agent X,' known for "disrupting the body's signaling between the nervous and muscular systems, leading to a prolonged neuromuscular blockade, flaccid paralysis of all the muscles in the body including the diaphragm, and death by asphyxiation." It had been used to assassinate Kim Jung Un's brother at an airport. -Wikipedia on VX (nerve agent)

Dr. Mike would be disappointed in me because I was medically inaccurate in chapter 1 of chained in servility... you're supposed to do CHEST COMPRESSIONS, CHEST COMPRESSIONS, CHEST COMPRESSIONS AAAAAAAAA

I think that's all the facts I can think of for now...

READ THE SERIES, NERDS - IT'S SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE

[dontwantthenextcommanderiwantyou]

okay so ive been thinking about the scylla 'death cap' mushroom/mycelium seed and i just remembered that ive never shared my thoughts, and that yuo were pretty bothered by how the show never was established how scylla knew it. so heres my thoughts:

most important: i dont think its a hyper-specific Mycelium Seed.

if you watch the Jungle episode of the Our Planet doco series, you'll actually see this fungus in action (the segment lasts maybe 5 mintues, starting at 37:17 seconds on the youtube upload, i imagine its the same on actual netflix) you get to watch the fungus compel and kill some insects; its a tad graphic, but very facinating!

and i recommend watching it, because when i did, however long ago that was, it occured to me that maybe the mycelium wanted it because

it mattered to raelle. the mycelium sensed that the seed had emotional value to her, and thus used it to connect with her

or

2. its about possesion. the fungus (and thus maybe the seed?? when used offensively instead of a show off to hot girl way?) infects and kills things from the inside, sort of making them... explode in a way. (raelles powers in general make so much more sense after watching this segment of the Our Planet episode, its kinda wild to think about actually)

so yeah. i think scylla just came into an uncommon necro seed from some defector in a dodger community, or extra reading from izadora or something, and used it to impress raelle. the mycelium sensed this in some all consuming We Are All Dead Witches And Know Everything That Happens On This Base or whatever it was that they had going on, and used it to connect with raelle for whatever reason.

so those are my thoughts. im not sure if this is still on your mind at all, but i hope this was a fun theory for you either way

It's always on my mind lol Those are interesting theories.

With the first one, while I could accept that mother mushroom knew the seed was something special to Raelle... I think if that was the case, it would've chosen a seed that Raelle's mother taught her since that would have a much deeper emotional value than the death cap seed she heard once from her new girlfriend. Mother mushroom could've connected with any witch just by sharing a seed that they were emotionally attached to.

With the second one, thank you for sending me down the fungus infected rabbit hole because once I saw that segment of the episode, I had to look deeper into this. That's definitely fascinating and actually makes me even more upset that they completely abandoned so much of Scylla's story because this would've fit perfectly into her background not only as a Necro, but also as a member of the Spree. Mother Mushroom knowing the death cap seed makes sense, but a random dodger knowing this seed that even Alder had never heard... I can't accept that Scylla's role in everything wasn't much larger than what they actually showed.

I understand the show got cancelled sooner than they planned and I may be a little bias because my lil necro spree dodger fugitive holds a special place in my heart, but they could've given some sort of explanation. I appreciate you sharing your theories 😄

[crumpet-doodles]

Ummm some fanart for @Sleepy_Cinnabun on Youtube!

I would've uploaded sooner buuuut I went trick-or-treating! I was a moth :DDD

Also I uhhhh went with the old design for their Y/N because it's just easier to draw itbfcqoerngcoei-

I get cuteness aggression from them broooooooo-

[xxwish-bonexx]

I would've finished this sooner if I hadn't gotten sick from a kidney infection >:(

Also how the FUCK do you upload from Artflow??? I had to screenshot and crop this and I hate it because I feel like the quality is fucked up :(

[archerlegacy64]

Today has been crazy. I would've uploaded Tamana's bio sooner, but today was hectic and I basically forgot. Expect it either sometime tonight or tomorrow. Again, apologies for not uploading it.

Instead, enjoy an image of a program I'll post more about later. Her name is Pixel, and you'll see a lot of her throughout the game.

[deedjre]

you're welcome :) i saw their stolen version awhile back before seeing you upload yours and i would've compared them and let you know sooner if i remembered the video title but thankfully it happened to land in my lap again so i could do that now :) it says they're a kid in their about section but honestly, no excuses for art thieves i hope this can get sorted out nicely and they don't try to fight back or make too many excuses.

Lovebug animatic! :D song is at the end ^^