#and all the actors were there. in greyscale.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i can recite half of the first part of the play while watching. i have peaked. unless, of course, i can speak along with even more parts of this three hour play based solely on text and very little action

[campbell-rose]

Alastor Redesign

Omg there’s like over 70 people following me – guys I'm o///O flattered and flabbergasted. 

Anyway, onto today’s main event, Alastor. I hate Alastor’s og design, I hate his twig waist and his shoulder pads and the way you can’t see his antlers next to his ears, and his bow tie ugh viv please and his HAIR what even is that??? Not even mentioning that nothing about his design is really like a focal point. There’s no one thing that’s particularly interesting. At least before this he had that cathedral window looking cross on his undershirt that I found interesting. Nothing about his says he’s from the 1930’s other than dialogue. 

I wanted him to be in greyscale because that’s the coolest aesthetic, and colored photos weren’t a thing until way after the 30s. Recently I saw jjk, and Jogo’s teeth threw me because at some points I thought he was just straight up toothless. But then when I started this design, that colored tooth look spoke to me. Initially his teeth were yellow to look gross like he never brushes them, but then I was like ‘ayo wait, he’s literally a cannibal’, thus his vibrant red teeth to really pop against his greyscale. Initially his undershirt was white, but I feel like that was too much contrast and white is typically innocence, so by instead having a deep red it shows he’s just straight up bloodthirsty underneath his formal appearance. I also considered it being black, but then he looked like a pastor, and I wasn’t too much of a fan of it. The idea of the red on his design is that it leads your eye down his design to take it all in, with his face being the focus. I gave him glasses because I like the way it obscures his eyes a bit and I imagine they do the anime thing where they glow and hide his eyes. I liked Viv’s idea of sinners having marks where they died, and I slicked his hair back to show it off very prominently. His antlers are larger, I gave him cute lil deer ears. Also, under his suit he is lowkey buff. I feel like a serial killer should at least look physically capable of taking someone down not whatever the fuck viv’s nasty twig men can do. Like, in that comic with the cute sheep girl, when Alastor goes demon mode his body looks so snappable I just wanna like grab his waist in my hands and break it like a twig. I also tried to keep his design simple as if this were for animation, I know pinstripes are complicated and so are antlers but other than that I tried to keep his design basic. 

If I were to rewrite him based solely on the pilot, I honestly wouldn’t change a thing. Alastor is a decent character, his voice actor gives him life, the radio filter is cool, and nothing he did made me want to break my screen (ANGELDUST). The only thing I'd change would be his position in hell. Like, viv’s hell is so wack and I hate it, she’s got the princes, then the goetia and the overlords and then sinners and blah blah, it’s a lot to keep track of, not even mentioning the rings and circles thing. I think Alastor should have had dealings with hell as a human, maybe he routinely did sacrifices or something, and he made a deal with the archdemon Alastor and when he died like... uuhhhhhhh. Maybe through connections he’s gained more power? Idk, I just know I hate the idea of his dying and then having like the bestest most powerful demon powers despite not being hellborn. It’s got this mary sue stench. I’ll figure it out, maybe, who knows. 

I’m not gonna start rewriting since there’s nothing to go off of and alter yet, so that’s gonna have to wait until the show actually drops before anything concrete happens lol. 

Also the sheep girl is a sinner that reoccurs in the show now so sorry I don’t make the rules, you can’t give me a cute sheep girl and try to take her away, I’m gonna redesign her and shove her into the plot as someone looking for redemption at the hotel

[atopvisenyashill]

Worst things GOT did casting wise:

- making Dany too beautiful (+ styling her in a way that she never has a hair out of place, always wears BLUE - which makes her look peaceful and soft and angelic, not making her burn her hair off etc). I just think of that one official art piece that's in the illustrated AGOT book where dany is bald, with the dragons and sparks and frames around her and its so striking instead of the "beautiful angelic blonde women stand empowered with her tits out" scene we got

- casting Iain Glen as Jorah and not like. a random Lannister (like. Come on. He is a burly and ugly man... why are you casting one of the most beautiful men to play him.... this is how we ended up with dany/jorah shippers)

-making Joffrey too unattractive (this is not meant to disparage JG who is a great actor and seems like a really cool dude and i'm not saying he's ugly but I think from his very first scene Joffrey looks very punchable and it would have been so much smarter to make the audience .. relate to Sansa's infatuation with his golden looks. In my head (and in all the official art) Joffrey looks like a male version of cersei/a younger version of Jaime.)

- making Dany, Jon, Robb, Marg, Brienne etc 10+ years older than Sansa and the younger starklings .... It's not "the main characters and arya (who is so cool and can kill people) + the little children" it's ONE AGE group of equally important characters

Like I know people are upset at Ned/Jon etc being too attractive, WHICH I GET, but I feel like those were very vibe based casting decisions and i'm ultimately fine with that (I also think it's easier for the audience to root for someone if they're attractive so like. I guess they had to do it) but these other things resulated in people's perception of the characters being so wildly different from what they're supposed to be. The real reason people get so angry whenever someone says they wish tamzin had stayed is because they don't like the idea of daenerys not being this ethereal beauty (TM is beautiful but not in a conventional way) that they can fully root for without issue.

1. NO YOU ARE SOOOOOO RIGHT ABOUT THEM REFUSING TO LET DANY LOOK UGLY. it’s not to say tamzin isn’t clearly beautiful, but i think she’s beautiful in the same way gwendoline christie is, which is that she’s very striking and she has a strong presence but she’s not exactly what people picture when they say “typical hot lady” (which is Crazy these are all able bodied white women, like the definition of “beauty” is soooooo fuckijg narrow that tamzin merchant is ~atypically beautiful) vs emilia definitely is, and YES like everything from not burning her hair off to emilia being,,,,,fuller in figure than dany as a fourteen year old would be is just very clear that they saw dany different than the way she is On The Page. i mean i know people whack george for saying that she’s like a sexy funny lady or whatever but george never lets go of the fact that she’s incredibly young whereas d&d completely miss that part of her character.

i will say i Get the criticism of tamzin perhaps not picking up on the conlangs easily because one thing you can say for emilia is that she had a decent head for the conlangs, she’s even still partially fluent in dothraki lmaooo. but all the other stuff they said about why they recast dany it’s like. hmmmmmmmmmm.

2. absolutely right about iain especially because he’s similar to idk paddy in that he’s got CHARISMA but unlike viserys, they didn’t intent to portray him as a deeply flawed, antagonistic character they went in portraying him as like an objectively Good Guy dedicated to dany. he’s just so much less creepy and pushy in the show and has several scenes where he shows some moral backbone - that “yet here you stand” “yet here i stand” scene is sooooooo good for example, the fact that he actually apologizes for spying on dany, giving him the greyscale story & not having him fuck a valyrian looking woman in a brothel 💀, etc etc - and you also just lose some of the creepiness here because emilia is clearly a grown if young woman and ian is handsome, so it’s like. welll of Course you want to root for them to be together! and never mind that this is a Massive departure from their book characterizations!! again, they have this idea of jorah in their head that doesn’t match up with what’s on the page even a little.

3. i do get your point re: joffrey and i think this is my problem with aidan as littlefucker too - they’re too obviously villains and it makes ned and sansa look stupid. like, in the books we have that moment where robb almost decks joffrey which does seem to signal something bad but the crown prince being full of himself doesn’t mean he’s going to threaten his betrothed’s sister with a sword then get his ass handed to him by a toddler. in the show we get QUITE a number of scenes where joffrey is shown to be a brat AND as you say, just like aidan, jack has a Certain Look, he looks like a shitty jock who has allegations against him ajsjdj like irl when jack smiles he’s so adorable!! but in the show they REALLY play up his ability to channel a greasy aura ya know aksjd. when the point of asoiaf is often that villains don’t LOOK like villains, but some of our Main Villains clearly resemble typical villains in the show.

4. “it’s ONE age group of characters” NO YOU ARE SO RIGHT. like, there’s several years difference from robert to ned to cat to the twins to tyrion but they’re all the same generation of characters. there’s that exact same age difference from brienne to robb, dany, jon to sansa, arya, bran, with theon kind of similar to characters like jorah, who are old enough to remember The Before Times but aren’t quite in either generation. but because they wanted dany, brienne, jon, robb, and margaery to be more of a Typical archetype rather than an exploration of that archetype, they aged everyone up and essentially invented another generation between the “adult” characters and the “kid” characters. not to be super nerdy here but one of my favorite worked shoots in wrestling is one cody rhodes did where he was ranting about the way young wrestlers get put through the grinder and he has this amazing line where he sums it up as “old men talking, young men dying” and it’s not to say there aren’t a lot of old dudes Also dying lmao but you really see this where young leaders are often unprepared for their responsibilities and used as puppets by older men and you just MISS THAT when that whole generation is so grown!

it’s like they looked at those themes of war being terrible and all consuming and brutal no matter how justified you feel you are and went “wow war is brutal 😍” LIKE PLEASE????

[gojuo]

Having to witness Ragged Tarpits and Becky with the Blue Roses fraudulent ass wedding ceremony in fucking DORNE of all places was borderline vomit inducing, but the fact that production got two of the most mid looking actors to play them was most pleasing to me. Ragged especially looked like a foot in Viserys' old, musty unwashed 2 dollar wig. Never getting over it lmaooooooooo.

Anyway, I do not acknowledge any of that shit as canon and D and D better pay for their sins. Inshallah.

IM CRYINGGGGGGG cuz you wanna know why? Bc that RxL wedding bullshit was so obviously D&D dog ass fanfiction because they wrote themselves into a corner by erasing Young Griff from the show, the guy the entire Southern Plotline is going to revolve around in TWOW and ADOS. I mean they literally split his storyline into four and gave it to other characters:

The legitimate heir part and most of the Westerosi lords' support being with Aegon against Dany went to Jon.

The Golden Company + being King of Westeros once Dany arrives and having the people's love and support against her and the final showdown with her went to Cersei.

Varys + Tyrion + JonCon's trauma of the bells went to Dany.

Jorah got JonCon's greyscale.

Jon's arc has never been about being "the rightful hidden heir". Those are the fantasy trope cliches GRRM has always been subverting. It's Aegon that is the legitimate heir, and what you'd expect is for him to save the day and live happily ever after ... but that's not going to happen. The legitimate heir—the true hidden prince—is going to die. Horrifically. And so is the other legitimate Targaryen (Daenerys). But the one that will come out on top is the bastard.

Now, I don't want to make it seem like Jon's character purpose is being a bastard, because that's the wrong conclusion in my opinion. The point and most important aspect to Jon is being Ned Stark's bastard. And then he's going to find out the man he believed to be his father is not his father at all. The issue with this is that people conflate that with legitimacy which is also the wrong conclusion because that's exactly Aegon's plot, not Jon's. The point of R+L=J is the fact that Jon Snow will no longer be Ned Stark's bastard son, which will devastate him.

However ... how-fucking-ever ... D&D decided to forgo this important facet of Jon and did decide to not write the THIRD HEAD OF THE DRAGON into the story but give the part of Aegon's plotline of being the legitimate heir in the books to show!Jon, which left a very big problem: How were they going to justify why there was a legitimacy battle going down between Jon and Dany when Jon can't even be the legitimate heir if his parents are not married? Which they weren't. Because Rhaegar only needed a Visenya for his already-there Rhaenys and Aegon, and as the future king he could just legitimize his own bastards without any trouble. So he did not need to marry Lyanna to have a child with her per se, especially not the Visenya she was supposed to bear him. And I especially do not believe Lyanna was in any way or form in love with him or that she went with him willingly, considering what we know of her.

Besides, when Rhaegar returned from the Tower of Joy after making sure he raped a baby into Lyanna to King's Landing to ride off for the Trident, he said this to Jaime about Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon:

“And the children, them as well,” said Prince Lewyn.

Prince Rhaegar burned with a cold light, now white, now red, now dark. “I left my wife and children in your hands.”

“I never thought he’d hurt them.” Jaime’s sword was burning less brightly now. “I was with the king … ”

ASOS, Jaime VI.

So you see how he still refers to Elia as his wife, meaning no damn annulment took place? He can't even fucking annul a marriage that is fully legal and totally consummated, and prophecy-obsessed Rhaegar 100% would never cast away his two children HE DEEMED TO BE 2/3 HEADS OF HIS THREE-HEADED DRAGON and he sure as fuck did not make Aegon, literally the son he believed to be the PTWP (as seen by Dany's vision in the HOTU), a bastard. D&D just shot themselves in the foot because they gave Young Griff/Aegon's book storyline of being the legitimate heir to Jon and had to make sense of why it would be him to be the legitimate heir when Rhaegar's legal wife was not Lyanna but Elia.

The entire bullshit way RxL went down in the show was just more proof to me that Young Griff is the real Aegon since D&D just had to make Jon a legitimate son. LMFAO.

[iwrotesomeofitdown]

Made art today! Big deal for me, I’ve had to battle perfectionism for so long it literally blocked me from starting anything.

Felt guilty spending money on supplies. Bought them anyway, then didn’t use them because I didn’t want to „waste“ them on my unskilled art.

Realized that was bullshit. Struggled anyway.

Couldn’t get the color saturation I wanted. Couldn’t get the blending I wanted.

Couldn’t get anything to look realistic.

Realized lots of art styles are not realism, but the images in my brain were.

Started drawing simpler shapes.

Today: Used a couple art tutorials here on tumblr to draw my spouse as a cartoonized merman. One tutorial for the face, several to try to get his hands to look like hands.

I have never drawn anyone I know irl and managed to make them recognizable. Until today.

To all you artists out there who make tutorials: you all deserve the world. I am sending you kisses, hugs, various other expressions of admiration.

To all you artists fighting perfectionism: it’s hard. Make simpler versions of the things you are inspired to make. You’ll find your way in.

I did this because my dad went to a museum exhibition of art made by an actor we know. Most of it is greyscale watercolors. Very simple portraits of friends (more like cartoons), but immediately recognizable.

And I thought: maybe I can do that.

And thanks to other artists on here, I did it. I was nervous and tentative and erased a lot and took a long time. And it’s not perfect. But I did it. It was awesome. I‘m excited for the next thing.

So that eventually, there will be things I made with my hands throughout my life.

[silychurl]

A few months ago, fellow fandom dweller and fic writer @silvernightwalker decided to organize a fan book project with the hopes of giving it to DT at a local con, but due to certain circumstances, the panel and meetup got canceled. But that project was still such a blast to contribute in, heck I even got the chance to help make a simple portrait artwork for the cover!

(This is a rather long post so I’ll cut it here, but the full version contains quick rundown of my process and trials, as well as full credits for those who helped make this thing real!)

So what exactly did we do? Well a portrait is simple enough, seeing the tight deadline we had if we wanted the book to arrive in time for the con. Since the book itself contains so much wonderful art by so many artists, having something that shows many illustrated variations of the actor himself made sense, and again seeing as we were a couple of artists working on this assured we wouldn’t surpass the deadline. So after a bit of rummaging in the GO Reference Library we managed to Frankenstein an image that fitted our theme and then we could actually start making our portraits.

I started by thinking I should do a normal digital painting, but seeing how most of our team was doing that, I thought, "Why not do it traditionally instead? It's been a while since I've painted with acrylics."

I immediately regretted that, as I there was only a few days left and I hadn't even started my final submission. So plan C it was.

Finally seeing as everyone was drawing the reference picture in their unique style, I decide I would invoke my learnings from doing way too many Professor Layton crossover art and draw DT in a fun stylized way, with nice chunky lineart and include nods to some of his roles that really stuck with me (A.J. Crowley, the Tenth and Fourteenth Doctor and a seemingly well hidden Scrooge McDuck from Ducktails, since that's probably the first role of his I've got to see in action). And then I let the colours really take the show by at first limiting my palette to then painting it a little in greyscale.

(Here’s what the lineart, and rough sketch and colour composition look like!)

And the taa-da! The end results!

Links to everyone who helped make this cover!

Go check out the other artist who worked on the cover and their wonderful rendition of DT!

And make sure to check out our fantastic event organizers, we wouldn’t be able to do all of this without them!

Project organizer and book giving aficionado: https://www.tumblr.com/silvernightwalker

Layout designs and cover design as well as second but not least event organizer: https://www.tumblr.com/carnival-of-vanity

Give them lots of love to them for me, will ya?

(Also for those who are eagle eyed, yes I did only just refer to David Tennant as DT in the whole post and yes that is because I botched his last name in the book, I’m an artist not a writer)

[sweetestpopcorn]

genuine question:

how has your fandom experience been after [derogatory] show?

I'm asking because there has been such a huge wave of fans and content and given how the show has been nothing like the book it feels a bit lonely for those who crave content more similar to canon.

So, how do you cope?

Hi there!

Oh wow. That pretty much sums it up.

I have made no secret of my absolute distaste towards redacted and as such, I have spared myself, my eyes, brain, basic intelligence... the punishment of subjecting myself to any of it.

I have the tags blocked and I unfollowed anyone showing THAT any support. It was pretty funny to see people do a turn on their convictions all because of shiny dragons that look more like Jurasic Park (lol), more likes for their posts, and... I don't know trying to look "smart" while they try to find sense in one of the dumbest shows in existence.

If I had gotten my will I would know nothing of it. Alas... I got sent a lot. How much? Yes. So unfortunately I have to live with the fact that I know what happens there and WOW. WOW.

My friend @xenonwitch can attest to the fact that we read all the spoilers and STILL got surprised at sh:t. We legit laughed at a couple of things like:

1- Droopy dying of leprosy which is a disease that does not exist in the asoiaf universe -> the asoiaf version of leprosy is greyscale. Y'all besties are welcome <3

2- Lenny staying alive and Renada and Matt's marriage being a sham and the two of them consciously making their children bastards -> s_ck on that notAegon and notViserys! You thought only the Weak children were illegitimate?! Now you are as well so there!

personally my favourite 3- Dracaryssice by Lana.

I remember when Fae told me of Lana I was so excited. It was so ridiculous that I was like I wanted it to be true... but I was afraid I was getting my hopes up and would be disappointed... but then it happened and I was more joyful than I could say like ❤️🥰 #YASS

4 - Almond Milk accidentally killing Loserys

I will give a honourable mention to Matt chocking Renada while she was pregnant because like with Lana I prayed this was true ❤️ and then it was <3 and the scene was so ridiculous!

I am so happy because I saw so-called "Daemyra" shippers acting all smug defending this trash because the show portrayed Matt like a loser simp going after the girlboss who doesn't give 2 flying f_cks about him -> because women having toxic masculinity traits and men being emasculated is today's modern media version of a "good" story - being proved wrong when haha Matt chocked Renada. And on that note, that was the only scene I liked Matt because honestly F_CK THAT CHICK. She's this weird version of seasons 7 and 8 showArya mixed with Cersei mixed with... I don't know, but she's DEFINITELY not bookRhaenyra! Gods what a joke!

Ok moving on, and before I do, I would like to share me and Fae are thinking of doing a podcast tearing this f_cking sh_t apart. I won't watch the show but she will - #pray4fae2022 - and then we will have fun in the show. And get angry. And pull out the books and compared them to the "unbiased true telling" of HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOL no it's redacted. It's only redacted. Show canon and book canon are not the same honeys, Turtle sell out said it, Elio and Linda said it, people interviewing said sell out said it. Ryan is as delusional as Trump. Someone get him help. Someone brave. Because his characters can't stay in character from one scene to the next let alone in between episodes and everything out of the actors' mouths in interviews is like "What?!" But whatever, enough rant.

For the most part besides being a tad angry at people defending this trash - I mostly avoid things but still have things sent to me - was getting a lot of new readers and attention to the point I struggle to get back to people. I received this with a mixture of happiness because many of these people are amazing and genuinely like my story and opened their eyes to what trash redacted is, but also sadness because of how it got there.

As for the content I wouldn't be able to tell you because even before redacted I don't search for Dance content sorry 🤷🏽‍♀️

I've said it before, will again. I have been a part of other fandoms as a consumer -> HP, Twilight (lol sue me b:tches), etc -> and I can tell you the asoiaf fandom - for me personally - does not have that many good fanfictions. Honest to god I have read them since like 10 years ago? And to this date I can count on my hand how many of them I was blown away by. Now, comparing that to the HP fandom, literally in two pages I will find at least one that will blow my freaking mind. But this isn't a big surprise for me since this fandom has some of the most insane takes (and people) I have ever seen.

Dance related fics... oh boy!

Anon, when I read Fire and Blood I wanted a fic like the one I wrote and I searched for it. There was nothing, Daemon/Rhaenyra as a pairing were like a sidenote in fics that existed and even so there was what? One page in AO3 I read them and like.... what? There were more fics of her and Criscel and I am just like... did we read the same book?

After I started writing a few others things started showing up slowly (veeeeeeerryyyyyy slowly) but when I read them it was just... No. It was just a No. 

So much trash from Daemon r@ping Rhaenyra to Rhaenyra acting like a sociopathic Lolita in almost every story to... I will stop myself right here. So for the longest time I have stopped searching for anything. I am just setting myself up for disappointment. 

If something is good I trust it will eventually be sent my way, if not... sorry but I rather miss it than go over the tags because 🤢

I think one of the most important lessons I learned from my time in the fandom is: If you want something and it doesn’t exist don’t complain, do it yourself. So this is what I do. I write what I want to read and if I want art, because I can’t draw lol I search for an artist I like and commission them to do something I want to see. I take control and do it myself as opposed for waiting for others to do something that fits into what I want. And if I can share I am made SO HAPPY for it. 

So on that regard redacted has not changed my experience because I have long ago gave up on finding things at random. On that note, however, I don’t think some people realise that I have a home, I work a full time very demanding job, and I have friends and family. I have very limited free time for me alone, and my fic takes HUGE amounts of work and effort from me, so even if I wanted I wouldn’t have the time to read others fics. Eventually I might if it gets sent my way or something, but usually I am busy doing something else. 

Like... I currently have 100 asks here. More than 100 comments to reply to on AO3, tons of fics to update. People asking me to update this and that... I just... 

Lonely though I don’t feel. I made tons of friends throughout the year with GOOD taste and love of logic. And it was the best thing writing fanfiction ever gave me <3 other people to nerd out about my fav characters with <3 and that’s everything. 

This was too long already. Long live the books, and dracarys (accidentally dracarys 😏) the show(S)!

PS: Would you like to hear me and Fae just tearing redacted apart? I will bring my ratty copy of Fire and Blood to it!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Fufufu wouldn’t it be funny if I requested Vil getting jealous and possessive over his s/o because they said that Neige is cute?? ^o^ I give you full creative liberty over story and format, Miss Raven!! And no need to answer this immediately!! My only wish is that you write this with the intended outcome of making Mac suffer from brainrot after they read this!! >:3

P.S. If you write this in the future, thank you in advance!! <3

In honor of the recent chapter 5 update, I bring you this food @twstpasta​~

***Warning: mild chapter 5 spoilers ahead!***

Imagine this...

“Oh... Vil, look.” You gently tugged on your boyfriend’s arm, urging him to stop midstride and to follow your finger to the display window of an electronics shop.

A number of televisions were set up, displaying Vil’s face in crisp, high definition to the tune of a few notes. On the screens, he appeared much more severe, the contours of his face carved out and the highest points accented with highlight. His lips, painted a deep red, and his hair tousled, as though styled by the shadows themselves.

He perched on a throne, his long, silken legs dangling over an armrest while he arched his back against the other. Velvet studded with speckles of white gems dripped off his frame like liquid night, the cloth hiking dangerously high up Vil’s thighs.

In a room of pitch black, the only light that shone was the spotlight on him. With a slight silt of his head, he cast a sideways glance into the camera--and his lips pulled back into a sultry smile.

He was a deadly beauty, set into motion on the screen.

The lights flickered out, and a series of images flew across the screen: a shattered goblet, a broken mirror, a bent crown. Vil’s face in greyscale, only the crimson shining through, as his smile grew more and more twisted.

And then... nothingness.

A lone bottle, hourglass-shaped and adorned in an intricate pattern of violet vines and a single scarlet drop, emerged.

“Never After, Eau du Parfum,” an unseen narrator whispered, the croon tracing a chilling line down your back. The coolness only lasted for a split second before dissipating into the winter air.

“Ara, it seems they’ve already started airing this commercial,” Vil mused, a finger tucked under his chin. “I’m afraid that it is not my best work. Are you certain that you enjoy it?”

“You’re too hard on yourself,” you laughed, gently tapping a fist on his arm. “I know you’re always doing your best--and it’s amazing that you get to star in things like this. You’re amazing, Vil.”

“Hmm.” He turned his head away, neither acknowledging nor rebutting your compliment. “You always did like the aesthetics of these sorts of things, haven’t you?”

“What can I say? Pretty things are pretty--and you’re all that, and more.” You shrugged--as though it were as simple as that--and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“... Thank you for thinking so.” Vil squeezed back. “We must get going--or we may very well lose our dinner date reservation.”

“Ah, right!”

Just then, a short, familiar tune played from the televisions. Though Vil was already starting to lead you away by the hand, you still glanced back in curiosity.

Now on the screen was the same throne from Vil’s commercial, but bathed in sunlight. A different young man was seated in it, dressed in a pure white tunic with blue accents, golden threads woven throughout and making up the tassels. Large, warm eyes were framed by wisps of raven hair, his cheeks and lips a rosy pink, just slightly kissed with sunbeams.

A bluebird landed in his outstretched hand, and he giggled, taping his lips together to whistle the same few notes that had opened the commercial with his feathered friend.

He hopped off the throne and the camera panned around, showcasing a lush green landscape dotted with flowers. Another hourglass shaped bottle faded in, this one with a pink spot and deep cobalt vines--a brighter color scheme than the previous atomizer.

“Ever After, Eau du Parfum,” the narrator announced jauntily.

“Oh, hey! That commercial reminds me of yours,” you remarked, turning back to Vil. “The actor in it... That’s Neige Leblanche, I think! He’s getting really popular lately isn’t he? I see his face everywhere.”

“Yes, he has.” Vil’s reply, terse.

“I can see why he’s getting so much attention--he’s really adorable! He gives the commercial a totally different vibe, you know?”

“... Is that so?” Vil kept his eyes focused on the icy sidewalk ahead. “We filmed for the same campaign--that is why the commercials are so alike. The director had a certain concept that he wished to execute, and that required two distinctive roles.”

“I can see that. Like, a sexy versus cute thing?”

“Something to that effect, yes.” His tone was dry and all business--and perhaps touched with a hint of annoyance. “I believe the director’s exact words were, ‘two sides of the same coin, two potential paths a story can take’.”

“That makes a lot of sense. You and Neige are beautiful in your own ways!”

Vil fell silent, and his footsteps slowed to a complete halt. The grip he had on your hand had tightened considerably. You were certain that, had he not been wearing gloves, his knuckles would have been a ghostly white.

“Vil...?” Your steps, too, stilled, and you placed a concerned hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Was it something I said?”

Vil gave a curt laugh--chilling and bitter, like a fine poison. “First you call him adorable, now you call him beautiful?”

He grimaced, cupping your cheek in his free hand. “I do not appreciate hearing another man’s name upon your lips. I should be the only one on your mind, my dear. Or--”

His grimace twisted into a smirk. “--would you be so cruel as to betray me?”

“I’d never do that.” You frowned, clutching a hand to your chest. “I’m sorry if I upset you by talking about Ne--”

“Do not speak of him,” Vil commanded, cutting you off. He gently stroked your cheek, his expression softening into something heartbreakingly beautiful. “I am right here.”

“I know. You always are,” you murmured teasingly, trying your best to fight the blush from rising to your face. “You don’t need to worry about any other guy sweeping me off my feet.”

“Fufufu. I shall hold you to that, then.” Vil leaned into you, his mouth hovering only a few centimeters above yours. The same lips that had once been stained a passionate red.  “(Y/N), (Y/N), in my hands... Tell me, who is the fairest in all of the land?”

“It’s Vil Schoenheit, of course.”

“Excellent answer.”

His lips lowered, locking with yours. He tasted like every bit of the shadows and starlight spread across the evening sky. All the light and darkness bundled into a single breath, shared between the two of you.

This was it.

Your Ever After.

[nehswritesstuffs]

Would you be excited if there was ever an official Doctor Who story where 12 gets younger like a novel, comic or big Finish( if Peter Capaldi changes his mind one day)? I don’t know why but I kind of feel like young 12 should be cannon one day because I think so many fans have embraced the idea all ready (each with their own spin on it) and I think there is real potential for a romantic and bittersweet story between 12 and Clara. As tv tropes would say it should become ascended fanon!

Can I be, like, dead honest with you, Greyscale?

No.

I absolutely do not want a younger Twelve to be included in the DW canon. While I clearly think that there is nothing wrong with writing/drawing/playing with the idea of a younger version of Twelve since we have the visuals at the ready thanks to Peter Capaldi's prior roles, I think that putting it into the main story like that would actually be a detriment to the character and kind of a slap against Capaldi himself. To put something like that in is just another black mark on how he's been treated.

Why, might you ask? I dunno if you were around in fandom spaces in 2014--let alone during his run in general--but there were people who absolutely tore into him for being over fifty and being noticeably grey. It wasn't just "fans" of the show, but it was also the "professional journalists" who covered entertainment media as well. A big thing that Peter Capaldi deserved better on was his treatment from all the shallow, ageist assholes who were actively attempting to undermine him based on looks alone, which is just as bad as when they were freaking about because Matt Smith was so young when he started in his run. The only real difference is that Matt's going to get old one day, while Peter's already there. Don't piss over this amazing actor just because he's aged like a fine wine--it just shows their levels of class and professionalism.

I'll just end this fully acknowledging that I don't think you mean anything negative by the thought, Greyscale... HOWEVER, there are some asswipes who ruined it for everyone, so what I hope is that this fanon stays un-ascended. Only if they make it extremely clear that fifty-something Peter Capaldi is the "correct" version do I think it even has a chance at going right, and I'm not holding my breath. In the meantime, we can imagine 20/30/40-something Capaldi as the Doctor in our own respectful corner all we want.

[symphonic-scream]

Digimon au Group 2: Marinette, Alya, Nino, and Adrien

All four were in different places before they were pulled in. Marinette was waiting by her computer for an update on the internship she applied for, Alya working away on a research paper in the back of a library at an old computer, Nino editing his latest short film, and Adrien was watching something on like Netflix or something

When Alix reopens the portal to the digital world, it's not just on Max's computer. These four get sucked in as well, pulled in like the other three were

Nino comes to first, in a dusty alley in what looks like an abandoned city. He stumbles out into the street, the world around him silent as he tries to figure out where he is. He finds Alya waking up on a bench across the street, and they introduced themselves

They haven't been together long before they hear someone shouting from one of the nearby buildings. Marinette is leaning out of a broken window, looking around for any sign of life. Alya kinda shout/talks with her for a moment and convinces her to come down, they'll meet in the lobby, where they find Adrien in an empty fountain

All awake, they properly introduce themselves and try to figure out what happened. Alya pulls out her phone only to see it's replaced with the same digivices Alix, Max, and Kim got in the first post. Marinette's is black, Adrien's white, Nino's blue, and Alya's a dark blood orange. With them all pulled out, they start to glow, bringing forth their digimon partners

(see post 1 for explanation of the evolution stages) their digimon appear before them in the Training stage

For Marinette, Moonmon

Adrien, Sunmon

Alya gets Viximon

And Nino gets Nyaromon

They all kinda freak out, Adrien being instantly excited, Marinette very wary and all that. There's that bit of explanation that theyre in the digital world, these are their digimon partners, they've been brought there for a reason but they can't remember it

The group agrees to explore the city more to find maybe some food, water, a warm place to sleep that night, and find many shops fully stocked, completely abandoned, but the food and stuff isn't expired, rather it's really fresh. Alya and Nino pilfer some backpacks and stock up, while Adrien and Mari study a map on the side of what looks like a bus station

When Alya and Nino rejoin them on the street, that's when some machine digimon finds them. Starts doin that "threat detected" type shit, and oh no they have to book it someplace safe-

They get chased into an alley, where their devices glow as their partners digivolve into their Rookie stage (the typical standard one) to protect them-

Lunamon for Marinette

Adrien gets Coronamon

I caved and gave Alya Renamon

And for Nino, Salamon

They do their best to fend it off, and only manage to get a window to run off back into the streets to find a building to hide in for the night

They bunker up in what looks like a movie theatre, but all the movie posters look like knock offs of real movies but the actors are replaced with random Digimon-

With no knowledge to go on, they decide that when the morning comes, they'll head out to explore, and try to find out why they're there, and maybe a way to get home. They will eventually find what connects them, and what connects all the other teens dragged in too

Now onto the crests-

Mari and Adrien are two sides of the same coin in a way, sharing two half's of the Balance crest; Adrien Light, Marinette Dark. Adrien starting with a tendency to see good even where there isn't, and Marinette with evil. They have to accept the world is a greyscale mess, more than two tones, and that you gotta have a mix of darkness and light

Alya's got Ambition. She's always throwing herself headfirst into her projects, shooting for greater and greater heights with reckless abandon. Just like the myth of Icarus, if she soars too close to the sun, she'll plummet back down. So she has to learn that while having ambition is a virtue, it's still one she has to manage, by taking care of herself along the way

I gave Nino Friendship. Having been a loner for a while, Nino is struggling with the idea of what it means to be a good friend, to really be there for his friends. Is he doing enough? Too much? Things happen that make him feel like a shitty friend along the way, and he's gotta realize that it's a two way street; he can't put all the blame on himself, and all that communication stuff

Design time!

For Marinette, I'm thinking maybe charcoal or black denim overalls, the kind that end in shorts, yeah? Worn with a white long sleeved shirt with cherry blossoms going down the sleeves?? Little red ribbons for the pigtails, and those Toms shoes in light pink

Alya's got those high waisted jeans? The bigger ones, I don't know what they're called. With like, a wrestle mania shirt under a big flannel, she still has her glasses, and I'm a sucker for her shoes so I'm keeping them

Keeping the bright blue shirt for Nino, along with the hat. Grey jacket with a darker hood, dark brown khakis, probably some red or blue converse style shoes. He also gets to keep his glasses

And finally, Adrien. That graphic t-shirt look with the coloured stripes on a mid grey, with a collared, short sleeve black shirt over it. Some blue jeans, and some black and green sneaks

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Yeah here's group 2. Yay. More Digimon au- I'll be making the group 3 post soon, with there being 6 groups in total. Feel free to let me know what you think, or if you have any questions

[missn11]

Shufen Chen the Quiet and Enigmatic Whisper https://www.deviantart.com/nk11/art/Shufen-Chen-the-Quiet-and-Enigmatic-Whisper-877582300?ga_submit_new=10%3A1619440551

So I really liked how my Tai greyscale painting had turned out and wanted to do more, so I decided to paint individual pictures of all my Kuei-jin OCs. Here we have Shufen Chen dressed up all fancy for a party, the same party which she ends up meeting Mara, my Brujah Fledgling years before her embrace. Shufen follows the Path of a Thousand Whispers Dharma https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/Path_of_a_Thousand_Whispers , a dharma where the Kuei-jin must become a new person every few years and learn the lessons that 'life' had taught them, and by the time of the start of VTMB in my fics she's at the end of her current 'life', she has a bigger role in the upcoming chapters of These Nights of Regret https://archiveofourown.org/works/22794310/chapters/54472147 Shufen before receiving the second breath was a young man and a talented directer who was also an revolutionary in China during World War 2 and had wanted to do for his country and roped his friends and acting troupe into a plan to assassinate a known collaborator. In the time he was making his plans, he had met Ming Xiao as a spiritual counselor his mother had sent him to in hopes that she would cool his revolutionary spirit as she hadn't wanted to lose another son, but Ming Xiao failed to calm his fanatical spirit, instead she was drawn in and he as well by her beauty and they quickly became lovers. Ming Xiao had tried to sway him from his plans but was unable to and when he had executed his plan things had gone array and he had ended up accidentally killing one of his female actors in the attempt to assassinate when it turned out that the collaborator wasn't human, and he was captured, tortured and executed. However, when he escaped Yomi, he didn't come back to life in his own body instead right into the body of the woman he had accidentally killed, fate had other plans for him. In the end, feeling great regret for what his foolish fanaticism had brought upon his friends who were also put to death for trying to assassinate the collaborator, he choose to follow the Path of a Thousand Whispers in hopes of gaining enlightenment and coming to terms with his new body. But even after living twelve lives, Shufen still felt a sense of unfinished business with her very first life, and has come to see that it is Ming Xiao's existence (Ming Xiao has no idea that her old lover has even become a Kuei-jin, being the under the impression that he had simply died) is what keeping the fires of the man she once was alive and followed Ming Xiao to LA to see if the woman she once loved would either be transformed by the fire of Los Angeles or be burned to her doom... Either way Shufen would then be finally able to lay to rest the man she once was...

[kathyrealmstales]

NEW SMP THEORY! (I cracked the plot!)

Hello! I came up with a new theory, but this time I did some real work and I didn't just throw out random ideas. Crazy, right?

But seriously, I think I have a good theory for today.

Disclaimers: to begin with, spoilers for Dream SMP and Kingdom Heart. (Strange to see that game in a warning for the SMP, huh? Well, we will get to that soon.)

Also, just remember this is roleplay, all the actors are friends. If I see you trash-talking the actors you're being blocked. I don’t like hate.

I also wish to thank my sister for her assistance. I don't know much about the Kingdom Heart fandom except with what the Wiki tells me by watching my sister play it, so my sister had to suffer while I tried to find connections in a block game roleplay. Thank you so much, my loving sister.

Under this line is the theory! Hope you enjoy it!

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If you are familiar with the tales of the SMP, then you might already know a common theory.

The theory is that the TOTSMP area, "The In-between," is based on Castle Oblivion from Kingdom Heart. It looks exactly like the interior of the castle in the game, as well as the idea of losing memories. It's a cool easter egg.

However, my theory doesn't stop there, because I began to see more connections, making me believe that maybe the latest plot of the SMP is following a bit of Kingdom Heart plot.

Let me try to break it down into evidence and explanations.

In the latest episode of TOTSMP, Karl travels to this new world, escaping the "In-between" and going to this place called “The Other Side.” A strange name, but what is even stranger is that I felt I had already seen the castle before, so of course I did some research.

For starters, I noticed the In-between warned Karl that if he left, he would lose all of his memories, kind of like in Kingdom Heart when Sora went to that sleep state, he lost his memories. I thought there had to be a connection to the Kingdom Heart and this new world Karl was in now since it seemed to be following a pattern.

I tried to do more research by using Wiki and looking up other castles in the game that it could be. I came up with a few ideas, but none of them stuck. It just made no sense, so I went to the only person I know who knows Kingdom Heart more than me, my sister.

My sister and I love playing these games together, but while I'm just trying to figure how the game works (because of my love for coding), my sister listens to the plot and knows way more than I. Sure, we haven't finished all the games, but she knows enough to help me. So we got on the phone to figure out how this new world was connected, and when I left that call, I saw the Dream SMP in a whole new light.

- The Other Side evidence

We have an idea of what the Other Side looks like but that’s it. My sister believes it resembles the Hollow Bastion, which is intriguing. She claims it is linked to Castle Oblivion, but what makes it more interesting is that she said this place is also usually where the Kingdom Heart stories end. This got my attention since Dream hinted that the story’s end might be approaching soon. (I hope it's not-)

I then thought we had a good idea for the theory, a rather small one about the TOTSMP but a good one. So still wanting to talk to her, I told her why I was asking for her ideas, and then I explained the Dream SMP plot to her. The more we talked about the plot, though, the more my sister and I noticed parallels between the stories.

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Eggpire evidence

To begin, we discussed the Egg People. I jokingly said, "Oh, does Kingdom Heart have mind-controlled people?" She replied, "if you count the heartless." Which shocked me because it makes the Egg People’s ability to pick who is controlled or not make so much sense!

You see, the Heartless are people without a heart (Hearts are similar to people's souls in the game, which is strange. But oh well). The heartless follow the rules of the Darkness. I'm not sure whom or what controls the Darkness, but I do know they are subjected to some sort of mind control or animal instinct. The most important aspect to consider is how they multiply. They seek out characters from whom they can steal hearts of so they can turn back into normal people. However, they need their own heart, not just a random one, so this method is ineffective and just makes more heartless.

Because of this information, I came up with a theory that may be the reason why the egg only works on certain people. I think it is the same reason why only some turn heartless. People with weak souls are usually turned, while people with more light in their souls are typically more difficult to turn to a heartless, implying that while Puffy and Sam had weak souls at the time, they are becoming stronger, making it more difficult for "darkness" or the egg to mind control them.

Also, this would explain why Tommy can't be mind-controlled at all; he is mostly made of light, and everyone sees him as the hero. It would just make sense; it’s really hard to control him.

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Pandora’s box evidence

There seems to be a correlation with the prison. This one is probably my favorite because it makes the most sense to me.

Most theories believe the prison is similar to Pandora's Box, owing to the prison's name. However, Kingdom Heart had its own Pandora's Box, and no, I'm not referring to the one in Hercules' world. I'm talking about the box that was told to never be opened.

I don't know everything about Kingdom Heart, therefore, I can't go into great detail about this box like I did with the Heartless theory, but basically, the main dude who started the plot of Kingdom Heart had a bunch of apprentices, and he left them with a box that they were never supposed to open. Of course, the bad guys got the box and opened it, only to discover that it contained some time-traveling stuff, which caused some of the apprentices and The Keyblade of all Keybladeds to appear.

If we take that information and put it in place with Dream SMP characters, it looks like where the plot might be going. Dream is the main bad guy who opens the box with whatever he has. What emerges is Wilbur Soot, a man from the past, he takes the place of the apprentices and Tommy is the Keyblade of Keyblades.

What makes me believe Tommy is the Keyblade? I mean, It could be someone else, but the thing is, Dream keeps referring to Tommy as "the Key," and in Kingdom Heart, Sora is also referred to as "the Key." It's also possible that it could be Ranboo, since the key is made of both darkness and light, and Ranboo appears to look as if he is both, but this is all just speculation at this point.

Either way, I think we as a fandom were on the right track, thinking evil black boxes, just not Pandora’s box.

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Organizations evidence

This is only tangentially related, but Kingdom Heart did have their group of evil bad guys whom, based on what I saw in the cut scenes, didn’t care if you show up to meetings or not. (basing this off of all those empty chairs. Then again, those chairs were really high up, I would miss meetings too if I had to sit in those things.)

Another thing to note about this organization is that they disliked higher authority, but this one opposed them because they were all about good and needed the princess's light, whereas the anarchist syndicate in the SMP were more anti-government. Nonetheless, both are going after government officials.

(The organization also had code names that were their real names, but with an X in them and scrambled around. They weren't as cool as the Anarchists Syndicate’s nicknames, but there was a connection.)

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Now we'll look at the improbable evidence, as well as thoughts that might not make much sense.

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Bad guys with correlations

The antagonist in Kingdom Heart had a bunch of copies of himself, procured with the help of time travel. I find this amusing, especially given that we know there are multiple Dreams in canon, including Dream, DreamXD, Mexican Dream, Girl Dream, and (possibly) Drista. It's almost as if he's the main antagonist, especially when considering the-- Norted thing, (that's what my sister called it. I'm not sure about the name, so we'll go with Norted Thing for now) The point is, he can control some people if they are willing, but they can rebel if they have strong hearts (again, I believe this is the case). This reminds me of Ranboo and his enderwalking state in which he hears Dream’s voice in his head. Again, just a hunch.

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The plot is the same

This is the last piece of evidence I have, and it is the main fact from which I derived all of the connections. After my sister and I discussed the possibility of it being linked, I jokingly said during our call, "There are so many connections between the latest plot of the SMP and Kingdom Heart, The only difference I feel like they have is that the Dream SMP is all about how there is no bad or good, just greyscale, while Kingdom Heart is about dark vs light."

My sister responded, "It's the same thing. Most people believe it is dark vs. light, but the more you play the games, the more you realize it isn't. The majority of the characters begin as good or bad and gradually reveal their true selves. Nobody in the story is completely light or dark."

This shocked me because I always thought Kingdom Heart was about bad versus good. So now we've matched the main ideas as well!

Ohhh boy!

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This is all I have for now. If you have anything to add, please send it to me as a comment or a submission, or simply make your own post and let me know so I can see it! (I know as I wrote this I found more connections, but I’m saving them for later.)

But, in any case, I believe you can see the idea--Dream SMP has some connections to the Kingdom Heart plot, assuming my theory is correct. It wouldn't be the first time. Dream SMP has loosely copied the Broadway show, Hamilton during the L'manburg war, and I know the writers like Disney at least for right now, so it makes sense.

I'm also going to leave you with this: Our Fandoms are the same, We get information that makes no sense and we have no idea where it fits in the puzzles, and we know (sometimes) the writers don't know either, so we just have to accept and enjoy it.

THAT IS ALL! GOOD DAY!

[lidoshka]

Shiro is an actor who once met a kickass stunt actress named Kate (or #Keith? Caith? he was never sure, people kept using many names on her). He deeply admired her, but at some point he kinda lost track of her.

6 years later he's 87% sure that same person is now his stunt coordinator.

And Mr. Kogane is amazing! and Shiro would love to befriend him, he's just not sure how to introduce himself without saying "Hi, I think I met you when you were still a woman"

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Part of the #sheithcomics month!

I had this sketches since Dec 2019, might as well get them all together.

AN: Ugh, I next time I’d just do a greyscale...

[theremainingwords]

These Writers

These writers have a different bone in them, not a funny bone, nor a wish bone, more of a feeling bone. A mineralized tissue that gives them some heightened sense of awarness, some connection to everything in their aethear no matter how minute. Things that the rest of us overlook, things we don’t see or hear or smell. It’s not that we have made some decision to ignore these details they just simply don’t exist, they are absorbed as part of larger picture, a feeling an emotion that we chose to indulge rather than dissect, to try and understand.

We all recall the magic of a first kiss although most of us settle to be moved into a warm smile from a few gossamer vignettes and dusty butterflies although these writers recall how autumns silver moon was waxing, how her floral auburn hair laid languid on the shoulders of the borrowed sweater of her sister and how hopeless promises were whispered over trembling lips. Yeah these writers are a different bunch yet its this bone, this sense that is never more acute when they are in love or in the golden glow of intimacy.

They met innocently enough. Like the highs and lows on the tide of a new moon sometimes these writers exhaust themselves. The same way the bays and marshes flood in earnest they too are drained wholly. They need to find a way to replenish, to restock. In some fashion they immerse themselves in creative things, in order to find inspiration. Some read, some paint, some escape to the woods or the sea, he always enjoyed the performing arts. When his words finally bored him, felt one dimensional, he would seek out these charming little actors guilds and hatbox theater productions. He always was amazed at the transformation from gym teacher to Hamlet or grocery clerk, banker to Estragon or Scrooge. She was part of such an ensemble.

It was a Saturday matinee, the moon was waning and it was late summer. He found himself in the back of a small chapel turned playhouse with a dozen or so parents and suporters and friends, some with a single flower anxious for a small town bravo. She sat patiently at the back of the makeshift stage with a few other actors, crimson hair the only thing more distracting than her eyes. As he took in the set and its hand painted backdrop and borrowed costumes and dusty props their eyes seem to meet more often than not. Was she in character rehearsing lines in her head and looking right through him or was there some sudden captivation as if they were both seeing fireflies for the first time? It wasnt until he looked down at the little program filled with greyscale ads for gas stations and diners and churches being nervously and capricously twisted and rolled that he realized this was tangible.

The production slowly dissolved into his fascination with her smiles, the way she emoted about the worn wood floor and the anticipation of her next bit part. Before long he was brought back into himself with sudden applause and bows and the tossing of roadstand roses. He stood and applauded although he heard no sound, he could not take his eyes off her. There were rounds of applause for the perfomers and the audience and the venue and then some announcements about upcoming performances and invitations to meet the cast, his interest brusquely piqued. He had to talk with her, learn her name, anything. 

They would share dinner weeks later, they discussed movies and books and plays and aspirations and first kisses and promises made in the dark. They fell into this silver kind of love that was as innocent and as complicated as that. It was one of these nights that this passion finally eroded all of their inhibitions, giggles turned serious and soft kisses filled spines with mercury.

This is where these writers are at home, all of this watching and listening and learning finally shines. As it is in writing it is in intimacy, a writer is only as good as he has felt and can make others feel. There is a connection that forms between writer and reader, something invisible. He found himself in and out of his story as he kissed her, leaving a silver trail of pecks ands piques. It was the most intimate of these things that he adored, eroding insecurities and unraveling fears. Anyone could take. That was easy. Lazy. He never understood the notion. The selfishness involved. It was never about self to him. He knew himself and it bored him. He wanted to learn about her. So he would find her. He sought those places where she came apart. Cleaved. And by now she was anxious to be understood. She offered up her story in reckless fashion and he devoured her. 

He timed his pressure with her breathing as if she was reading to him, telling her story. Her hips reading aloud, acting out these parts, these scenes the way she rehearsed on stage. He gazed up from his vantage beneath her and took a viusal deep breath. Closing his eyes he was never more acute, finding himself in tune. His head took him to all the lovers that she had flippantly dismissed at dinner. He knew there was a seriousness in each one of them that she would never admit. He was desperate to learn from them, in this moment it was the only way to overcome, to leave her better than he found her, to somehow make her forget all of the others. He flipped through pages with each ebb and flow, each wave that crashed over her washed away another chapter, crumpling paper, yellowing pages. It was not until a crystal air moved about the room that he knew he had reached a fresh stark page with which he could spill his ink. 

They loved. He sank into her and she into him. It was a beginning and an end yet it was between lovers. It was a connection between souls that have known eachother since before the first tides and when it overcame them they both collapsed into this chemical tempest. Him atop her they melted into one. They might have laid there for days in and out of consciousness, lost in hungover breathing. Coming back into himself, learning colors again, reconciling time and space he mustered a few languid muscles into action and found himself at her side. 

She remarked at his passion as her fingers explored his chest. In this glow she was intrigued as to what stirred him, from what well did he drink. In the light of day there is a reluctance to explain the words of night, out of context they lose their luster, become tarnished. He allayed with some notion about when he closed his eyes he saw things differently, more intently. This robbing of senses seemed to heighten the others. She wondered if this thing could be summoned. She reached for her silk top that had been discarded in the heat of the moment, slid it behind his head and blocked his light with a delicate knot. He smiled, she implored. Her voice, her insistence seemed to hang in the air. 

And even as he began to describe in stark detail the things that filled his head in those moments he was concerned at how they could be perceived. How with one misplaced verb or adjective he could upset the entire thing. He worked calculatingly. He told of how he approached her as a well written book, a novel and how the words just seemed to flow. He told her how with each twist and turn he was desperate to learn. How he loved to taste each chapter. It was at this moment he felt her move, the bed shuddered. He struggled to reconcile where she was in the room, had she left? The sentiment to overwhelming? He wanted to tear the blindfold from his eyes, flood his rods and cones with white light when he felt her heat above him. Her floral sex filled his senses. She was straddling him now. Lowering her sex onto his mouth as he pontificated of prepositions and pentameter and prose. 

“Did you know I too enjoy writing my dear?” her voice splintering the silence. She sank onto him and his mouth tore through her pages, “I am anxious to share with you my latest chapter”.

These writers.

[lolbye-leavingthisaccount]

Stolen Sense, Chapter 2

Trees, trees and more trees. Everywhere is just trees.

Did he take a wrong turn? Is he hallucinating double? Triple? Is this the right way? The more the actor walked, the more lost he felt.

A mumble rumbled through Mark's mind. It was quiet and hard to notice at first but it continued. At this realisation, Mark first thought that he was beginning to lose his mind; hearing things that aren't there. In fact, now that he thinks on it, that's the first thing he had heard which wasn't his own thoughts.

Risking a pause, the actor looks about himself, listening. Nothing. Had the world gone to sleep? Is it possible that everything can sleep at once? Even the night owls or the passing fox?

As the actor pressed on forward once more, he took notice that not one leaf under his foot crunched and that he was heading in a new direction.

A direction that he felt compelled towards, as if a silk rope wove itself around him and pulled him along. The further he walked in this direction however, the quieter the mumble got as if pleased with Mark for being guided so easily.

It was a light he first saw, then parts of a wall shown through the brakes in branches and remaining leaves.

It was an old building, at least two or three stories high, with stairs lining the outer side of the house and towers which stood tall with power.

Mark's old manor, the one of which he fled with a stolen body. The one he hid from once things turned his way. The day he became the hero. But now, this manor belonged to a someone long dead, make that two someones actually. Two twins left dead. Two tricky twins to find. Two twins in a body of a betrayed soul, accompanied by an evil spirit which haunted Mark all those years ago.

The manor belonged to his villain, Darkiplier -as they now prefer to go by.

The actor followed the old drive to the stairwell leading up to the front door. There was no way he could walk up that thing with his leg the way it is, he'd hurt himself even more!

Just out of vision sat a squirrel, who eyed the man in red before darting off to who knows where. What did catch the actors attention however, was a capped figure sprinting past him on all fours and around the side of the manor. 'What in the devil's name was that?'

Instead of following the thing that ran so swiftly, the actor decided to try the stairs, half crawling most of it.

It was only as he reached the door did his gut twist. He should have followed the thing because before Mark could even knock, he was hung in the air and the old oak door slammed open.

In front of him stood the living corpse, greyscale and flaring with fury.

Smirking, Mark made attempt to greet Dark but his words were choked off from an aura coiled around his neck.

"You have to be a complete idiot to turn up here Mark, unless you have finally come to die." Dark snarled at the actor, ready to snap him at any point. Mark, on the other hand, quickly lost his smirk, staring with lost and terrified gaze as the demons moving lips.

And suddenly Mark realised why the world went mute.

[interdimensionalspaceworm]

alright lads, I almost forgot I was supposed to make this.

it’s the markiplier lore color post that I have made because I think way too much about these things

so let’s start at the very beginning (I've heard it’s a very good place to start)

(putting a thingy here because it’s probably going to be quite long; also, sorry for all the parentheses and the pretentiously complicated language)

Prologue

So at the beginning, the early egos, like Wilf and (not-yet-canon) Dark didn’t really have color schemes to them. It was just Mark doing weird shit (and it kinda still is, but I digress). Even in the cyndago days, Wilf didn’t really have consistency in his outfit choices, so beyond just pink there isn’t really a whole lot we can say about his color scheme at this point. And it isn’t really until the interview skits that he gained his classic outfit, with lots of pink, some tan, some white et cetera. We’ve all seen it, we all love it, and I think that these colors were picked just to look neat, to go well with the situation and with Wilf's flamboyant nature. All this starts to get more interesting, however, when we get to the lore proper.

The Lore™

I’d just like to say before I start that most of the things I will point out in this section are likely just coincidental. For example, Damien and Celine's association with blue and red respectively was most likely included in The Lore because those colors are most commonly associated with Dark's aura (although, in ADWM, his aura includes other colors, and in AHWM, it is overwhelmingly red, but that’s another post entirely). However, as the recovering game theory addict that I am, I enjoy making connections where none usually exist, and I've been thinking about this stuff for way too long. So enjoy! This means nothing!

I’m going to start with Actor, since he happens to be the center of all the lore, which I’m sure he’d be very happy to know. His color is red (any red, really, though he does share the color with his wife)- the robe he died in was red, he wears a red version of Damien's outfit in DAMIEN, and even in his appearances in ADWM and AHWM he has a red tie while he’s wearing his suit. So it’s safe to say that he is often associated with this color, and for good reason, of course: red is the color of energy, emotion, and anger, and Actor displays all of these (he is an actor, after all) in spades. But I believe that this choice of color is significant in another way. 

Several characters in The Lore have red, or a shade of red, associated with them. Actor uses it, Celine uses it, Colonel uses it (the handkerchief around his neck, his suspenders) and, as Wilf, he will later be very strongly associated with pink (side note: yes, I know it’s more of a magenta-ish pink than a light red, but bear with me). What does this mean? What do these specific characters have in common? Then it struck me.

In a word (or thirteen): all of these characters are known to be associated with the House Entity (I really wish we had a better name for it). And, by saying associated, I mean manipulated by it in different ways. The intensity of the red that they are associated with corresponds directly to the depth of their corruption: Actor's red is traditionally depicted as the darkest of the three, and as we all know, his connection to the Entity is the deepest, having been influenced into betraying his friends and gaining a myopic, narcissistic vision of the world due to it. Celine's red is still very saturated: as one-half-to-one-third of Dark, a corrupted version of her personality exists in him, and even on her own she has enough knowledge of the occult and connection with the Entity to create a time loop in which to house her brother. William is less straightforward: he was also, in some interpretations of WKM, influenced by the Entity as a child and/or while having his affair with Celine, hence the red he’s associated with as Colonel, but why the pink? 

First, imagine a laundry machine (please,,,, for the love of all that’s holy,,,, stay with me here). Today, you’re washing your white clothes. But there’s something you forgot: there’s a fucking red sock. In your valentino white clothes. Now all your nice clothes are fucking red. You try to wash it out as best you can, but the best you can do is make your formerly PERFECTLY OK white dress shirt pink. Fucking pink. You can try all you want, but you can never get rid of the traces that that red sock left behind. Wilf is the dress shirt in this scenario. He no longer uses red- the signal of corruption by the Entity- because he’s no longer connected with the Entity anymore. My theory is that, in going mad at the end of WKM, he somehow made his mind inhospitable to the Entity. His reality-altering powers stem from the Entity, most likely, and of course his mind was broken indirectly by it, but for the most part the Entity cannot possess him utterly like we see it do with Actor (for most, if not all, of the time we know him) and Celine (in that rather dramatic instance in WKM). He is free of its influence, but its traumatic power still hangs over him: the pink dress shirt stained by that long-gone red sock.

And so, as Wilford, William is associated with pink: traditionally the color of whimsy, and of love and compassion. Wilf has no lack of any of these: as we see in WMLW, he helps Abe out of his distress, and out of all the canon characters he is one of the few who actually seem to care about Y/N. And, of course, he’d never be complete without more than a bit of whimsy.

And then, finally, there’s Damien. He is associated, as we all know, with blue: the color of trust, confidence, and sincerity. This fits him well, clearly, and there’s not really too much to say about that: he is what he is.

As Dark, Damien and Celine's souls are twisted and their worst aspects brought to the forefront of their combined personality. This can also be seen in their color choices: red can be associated with anger, blue can be associated with coldness, and both these qualities can be seen in spades with Dark. It’s so fun when everything works out, huh?

To be honest, I could go on for ages about the use of color in all the other egos, the palette changing from greyscale to oversaturation and back in WMLW, and all kinds of other things. And I will. But not in this post. I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for ages and I hope y’all aren’t disappointed, but this is the product of like 5 whole minutes of thought, which is more than enough to tire me out. So I’m gonna end it here. Stay crazy, y’all!