#and the corruption doodle was the last thing i did in this lol hes just vibing

[infernaltenor]

types of expressions to give to your (ex) partner throughout the years

[bokettochild]

Linked Universe Enterence p.3

Okay! So I have thoughts!!!!

First off, does anyone remember when JoJo shared those first snippets? How there was a fun little detail that suddenly disappeared when the comic actually became more than doodles?

Yeah, I'm talking about this guy

(Not the grouchy old man being offended, the owl LOL)

I know there's a chance I'm wrong, a big one at that, but I think it would be really cool if, if only for a short while, JoJo brought him back, even if it's just for this era of Hyrule. Let Time have his owl buddy!

Anyways, to the actual comic!

I noticed that the boys are all still together, so I'm guessing they're waiting until they come to a cross-roads to actually split up like Four advised last time. So we have that to look forwards to in the coming updates!

I love that she's really highlighting the similarities and differences in this arc, showing us who knows what and what they've done, but also the little things; both with owls and the antifairy!

I adore the Owlan reference/appearance!

And Time immediately agreeing about the "long, drawn out lectures part" made me laugh. (His expression, my Hylia!!!)

That is the face of a man who kept accidentally asking to "hear it again" and regrets it with every bone of his being LOL

It's good to see more call backs to the last comics too! Having Hyrule be wary of the statue because he remembers seeing it before, and Warriors agreeing, but also reminding that it didn't cause harm. The fact that Hyrule keeps his sword pointed at it though, wary, does say a lot about how cautious he's being all the same (Wild ought to take notes)

And of course this whole panel

Twilight's awkwardly trying to assure the rest without spilling the secret, Sky laughing and turning to look at Legend, and the fact that the vet is just so entirely done with even just the thought of being a rabbit. (I love his face, omgosh).

Te way I screamed "anti-fairy!" when I saw this, and then was so, so delighted that Legend and I had the same thought (I am unwell about this man).

I'm equally unwell about the fact that Legend just has to say "ouch" (which you only say at inconveniences and not real, actual hurts) and immediately everyone's turning, weapons out and ready to help him face...whatever. Like, he's fine, guys, but it's sweet you care (now Legend, please take note and realize you belong, you idiot)

Love that Time hears "fairy" and immediately is all ears. All the more so at the "anti" part. Man was raised by fairies and he absolutely doesn't like the idea of something that would hurt them.

Meanwhile Legend is just being freaking Haku (Spirited Away) over here!

Tell me you don't see it!!!!!!

Also, his casual use of magic to purify something, to just make it no longer a threat, rather than hurting it. That need to save EVERYONE is really showing through here, huh?

And immediately, everyone is shocked that he did that, but also what it means about fairies. About dark magic. But Time and Wars especially!

Gosh, just Legend's little worried face and Time's offense at the idea of fairies being corrupted and harmed. Shows a bit about them here too I think. Time is maybe slightly obsessed with fairies (reasonably so) and hates them being harmed, but he shows his worry on the matter in anger. legend, meanwhile, becomes more sombre, quieter: it bothers him too (maybe reminds him of a certain predecessor?)

Get this man a tiara, he's a freaking Disney Princess over here, good grief!!!! He's carrying fairy food on what? The slim chance he has time to stop and feed them? Honestly, i know he's probably as attached to fairies as Time (although with a healthier relationship with them), but this is just too cute. this man is going to be the death of me!!!

Anyways, here's the bonuses!!!!

SUN APPEARANCE!!!!!!!! We have a canon Sun appearance!!!!! Like, sure, sleepy student Sky, but it's SUN!!!!

This smile. Oh my gosh I adore him. He's just so glad he got to help the corrupted little one become normal again.

JoJo was having fun with Four I see LOL

Man really said "hang on, let me check my purse, I think I have snacks in here"

Freaking Mom Coded

[glitchpirate]

It's 2023 and I'm still using the same template now 7 years in a row! Yippeee!

This year I decided to ramble about each artwork presented so uh. Storytime! Under the cut.

(Also usual reminder that now I have a GW2 side blog so that's where I'll upload GW2 artworks from now on -> @glitchgw2 (except the zine piece because I entered the zine with this blog))

January: I was going through a bit of an artblock, most of the things I drew this month were traced. One of the only things not traced was this Anassy! "Ah, etto... bleh!" I said after tracing the 5th drawing I saw on the internet.

February: a commission! Long overdue, but I finally finished it. Sylvaries are always tough to render. >.< The other things I drew this month were art party doodles and personal stuff.

March: one of the two months where the featured piece is the only thing I "finished" that month. And last minute, too! Made for trans visibility day which was on the very last day of March.

April: due to several things, Tyria Pride 2022's art commission giveaways got delayed to 2023. This was my piece for the person I was assigned to! ^_^ This was fun, I found out some new ways to render sylvari hair...

May: I vividly remember seeing a Diavolo art with this same reference and I was like hey. I could do this too but with Lucien. How haven't I done this before. P.S.: he's actually nothing like Bateman but it's a sick cover anyway lol. Mmm knife...

June: it was a sick (as in like epic) month for me. I reworked Dawn and Incendere (my Ghost OC), welcomed my unhinged self and drew a lot of nsfw. But not good nor holy enough to share. :P But it was a nice practice anyway. I chose one drawing of Dawn because out of everything I drew it looks the most "clean" and finished.

July: I remembered My Life as a Teenage Robot as I do tri-monthly and almost made an AU for Lucien. Almost. So instead I just made whatever this is. This was one of the most fun pieces I've ever did, I finally feel comfortable lining in CSP and just in general this was super shapey and smooth to work on. <3

August: Tyria Pride giveaway commission but this time, in time! I got to work on a lovely charr which I don't do often! My other choices would have been a cropped nsfw commission but I lowkey like this one better.

September: the other month where I didn't draw anything but this. Had a banger idea for Gliaster's future which is them becoming a lich but also being corrupted by malignant powers so they're now even more evil and also driven by vengeance towards the Commander and Aurene. Tried to come up with a design for them, alas this piece. It's... very in progress. But I like said progress so far.

October: the opportunity for an art related full-time job came up which meant I had to up my portfolio and draw some realistic/semi-realistic studies. I was surprised by myself lmao but ngl it was also a big pain in the ass. Art is suffering. <3

November: the continuation of October but now with an original piece! Felt like drawing one of my best friend's GW2 characters. <3 Haven't uploaded this one yet as I might rework the background sometime.

December: and finally, my piece for Commander Of Your Heart GW2 zine! Which wasn't actually restricted to only Commander characters, but any other OCs/player characters too, so of course I chose Gliaster. :D And we can apparently show teasers, so I can include this little bit! But what is Gliaster up to? Find out in February, for free!

*

Aaand that's it. It was actually super fun to look back to the year not only in pictures but some words too. :D If you read this all, I appreciate you, thank you so much. <3

[whataphantasia]

oog i keep forgetting to post here,,, i did a really big oc x canon promptlist on my alt twitter acc like, last year, and i like the stuff i did for it so im posting it here :3

day 1: dancing

needed to draw this for the fic where they dance at prom and a destroyed universe respectively ^_^

day 2: stargazing. the thumbnail image at the top :D

day 3: phone call

day 4: (not so) sneaky glances

ely sits inbetween these two in class. they have to deal with them staring daggers at each other. very stressful sorry ely </3 here's the doodle from like 2019 that made me wanna draw this

also like there's this moment in the fic where eadr is watching mysterious mysteries together and..... HSHSBDHSHDGDHDHS

day 5: "i'm proud of you"

THESE TWO NEED VALIDATION SO BAD RAGHHH don't @ me about the lighting on zim IK ITS REVERSED,,,

day 6: music/playlist. i didn't make any art for this but i did show off my playlists for zaeadr :D i will not elaborate here bc I Don't Feel Like It.

day 7: whispers

this is actually a redraw... :3c specieswap eadr! so cute :)

day 8: closeness

ok i didnt actually make any new art for this i just posted two old ones from 2021 LOL

day 9: protectiveness (CW blood)

dib and zim r dangerous to have as love interests come on ely 😔

day 10: "how was your day" (CW blood as well)

ely needs to tell him to stop tracking blood into the house.....

day 11: one wish

WOW something NOT ely related?! anyways ana and ad's whole love arc is kinda like... they both have responsibilities and unrequited feelings. moreso than my other oc x canon pairings. i think them a lot

day 12: matching accessories

cove jumpscare. IDK I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE MATCHING KEYCHAINS HE BUYS FOR MC... this is reiner btw i was playing as xim in my like 3rd playthrough >_< xe's fond of spoiling him with gifts, more than my other mcs...

day 13: nightmare

it took me 13 days to break and make sans x shelby art SJWKDJWJ anyway. shelby doesn't meet him pre-corruption but whatever i think they're cute

day 14: makeup

I HATE THIS DRAWING RAAAA but ely likes asking to do his nails ^_^ even tho theyre terrible at it but he doesnt mind :3c

day 15: "you are my happiness"

ok uhh my bad this isn't oc x canon LOL. but... erfi and ana... have a lot of angst like halfway/early in their arc bc erfi sees her as a beacon of light/savior, especially due to her current relationship with the ppl in her life.................... they get better dw!!! ad goes through a similar arc so i think that was how i tied it into the oc x canon promptlist LMAO

day 16: indirect kiss

SODA BOTTLE... IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. i've talked about this scene in the fic NON STOP to my close friends.... its when dib realizes he has a crush on ely...... i drew this like in 2021 SHWJSJW

day 17: morning cuddles

SORRY i just think it's a super funny possibility that zim becomes domestic. idc if it's out of character thats why its funny U_U!!

oh and uhm yea i have a fankid 4 these guys... have i talked abt her... i dont think i have... but ive drawn her a lot... maybe ill post more art abt her later...

day 18: photoshoot

uhhhmmm im gonna crop this for my tumblr.... yea.... anyways i love the possibility that when they're adults they become super popular, like in dib's wonderful life of doom X)

day 19: voicemail. THAT ONE THING I POSTED!! yes it was a shelby x error thing. i was listening to pick up the phone by fir at the time, which like, its not the errorshelby dynamic at all they're not toxic, but. the vibes... in the fic after shelby leaves the anti void he has a massive crisis... thats what the drawing is...

day 20: "what happened to you"

BRO I HAVE SO MANY IMAGES RELATED TO THIS FOR ANA AND ADAMAÏ... the images explain everything idc read them instead

day 22/23: hand made gift, late night drive

ummmm sooooo theres this chapter in the fic where they go to an echo flower field on the surface at night........ this is that.... DIES

that last one i never posted on twitter :0c and uhm thats all i did of the 30 day promptlist! it was fun! i got to draw so much... yay :3 thats all. explodes in embarrassment

[bolontiku]

“Metal”

Avengers AU - Chapter 2

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, OFC!McKenna Hawkeye

Word Count: 1590

A/N: I pretend I know things about electronics or robotics, if I got anything wrong remember I did my best lol

WARNINGS: 

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

Like what I write? ☕ café 

Steve was surprised to find out it was plain old metal. A type of stainless steel, though McKenna boasted about the titanium alloy she had through her hip as she pounded on it with a huge grin.

“McKenna!” Tony growled, “I just put that in last time you were here!”

“And it survived this last fiasco, so that is saying something! Can we leave reviews for the doctors out there that may need it? Is there a medical yelp review?”

Tony paused looking up at her, mouth opening and shutting as she lifted her phone up. “FRIDAY? Dear? Can you get that set up? I don’t think that's a thing.”

“Yes sir.” the AI answered with what sounded like a giggle.

“McKenna leave my AI alone and stop corrupting her, you can have the captain to corrupt.”

Steve looked at Tony surprised, “huh?”

She grinned, “usually I have the boys around to fuck with and I am not corrupting her, expanding her capacity-”

“Shut it, last time I couldn’t get Shania Twain out of her system for three weeks straight because of you!” 

McKenna clapped her hands together in glee, “good girl Friday!” she nearly hopped in place till Tony placed a hand on her hip and glared.

Steve moved closer when she flopped onto her back, knowing she was frustrated at sitting still for so long. He could easily see her pacing or rolling back and forth on her feet. She spoke with her hands a lot, toyed with anything within reach often earning a growl or two from Tony. 

He brought her a pad of paper after the second day when she had begun doodling on herself and then him when she ran out of space. All the while talking.

**

The fourth day he found her and Tony yelling at each other, McKenna throwing the various tools he had left within reach at him. Both near snarling.

Steve dragged Tony away to find out the argument had started with Tony scolding her about not taking care of herself better. Where was her team? They hadn’t come to visit her once since she’d been there. 

Steve liked the way Tony growled, obviously offended that she was here alone. That she had damaged herself to make sure they were safe and they couldn’t even call?

What a softie. 

DUMM-E chirruped, sliding over with an empty coffee mug.

Tony’s face softened and he caught the mug as it slipped out of the grippers. A little laugh escaping him.

“Can you stay with her? I know a place… she likes donuts… I uh..”

Steve waved him off, “pretty sure she’s ready to bolt, so you need some air as well. Get a nap in and order the donuts to be delivered.”

Tony nodded, “yeah, good idea…” he murmured, leaving while rubbing the base of his neck.

Steve stepped back into the lab, hands held up.

“If he thinks-”

“I sent him to get some sleep, you two have been cooped up in here for too long.” 

“What are you doing?!” she asked as he swept her up. 

“Breaking the rules.”

She stared up at him with those honey brown eyes, arms wrapping around his neck as he strode from the lab. She kept silent as he took her through the halls and poked his head into a door, grinning at her as he carried her carefully. 

“This place is a kinda get away, Loki likes quiet places to read, pretty sure you could steal his heart if you wanted.”

“Mmm, steal the heart of a god? Don’t tempt me.”

“And let you slip out of my hands? No ma’am.”

She blushed as he made his way to where they could sit, the room was filled with books and plenty of green plants, the room itself was cool and she felt her heart lift. “Thank you.”

Steve watched as she settled in his lap, eyes closing in relief. He hummed in answer, not trusting himself to speak just yet. 

McKenna Hawkeye was something else, her fiery spirit made him want to say things he ought not say so quickly. She would probably laugh and wave him off, but he wanted to stay by her side while he could. 

***

By the fifth day Steve had come to look forward to going to Tony's floors and chatting with McKenna. She was a ceaseless flirt, something he enjoyed, and was beyond funny. Although Tony groaned at her dad jokes and the ones that he claimed were just completely unfunny. Steve found he rather liked the filthy jokes she shared with him and her innuendo which both Tony and she threw back at the other easily.

She told him about growing up in the southern states, how her dad took her gator hunting with crossbows when she was twelve, her uncle took her flying over the Everglades at sunset.

"You ain't lived till you seen those colors Cap," she assured him with a half grin. She hissed as Tony worked through the wiring in her calf.

"Toes?" He gruffed without looking up at her. She wiggled them and winked at Steve as he slipped his hand in hers. She toyed with his fingers, finally twining them together as she bit down on her bottom lip, brows coming together briefly. He shook his head, if he stayed a little later that night so she could tell him about chasing fireflies in the dark across the grassy fields… No one could judge him right?

He liked when Tony groaned as she hummed 'Man! Feel Like a Woman!' Which Steve had learned faster than he should feel comfortable with.

**

Tony was almost done, she would be headed back out once he had finished with the last modifications. There was just one problem, "FRIDAY, don't let her know, I'd rather it come from me than her tripping over it."

"Of course sir," she answered quietly.

Steve stopped by the small enclosed office he kept, it was just a small glass cubicle where Tony kept a small desk for paperwork. "Something wrong?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder to where McKenna laid on the table eyes closed, arms at her side. 

Tony sat back, the chair rolling around so that he could catch a glimpse of her. "FRIDAY? Lock it down." Steve stepped to the side so that Tony could kick the door shut, "every time she comes in we run diagnostics." He sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face.

Steve waited, he didn't like the tone Tony had, it unsettled him.

"FRIDAY found a source code." Steve blinked at him. "Source code is the original writing of a program the object code is-" he waved his hands around searching for an explanation, "the version that comes after. New versions built upon the other..."

Steve took in a breath, blue eyes flying to McKenna. "Tony-"

"She's asleep, had to run maintenance on the basic programs that move her body…" he leaned forwards and sighed, "she's a more advanced AI than FRIDAY."

"No." Steve shook his head. "What about her memories?"

Tony cocked his head to the side, "Steve. Hammer made her. His scientists actually wrote her code, her memories… are not real." Tony felt bad as Steve shook his head, "I can't believe they were able to do it honestly, we actually thought they had transferred a human consciousness-"

"Tony!" Steve hissed, "I've spoken to her!! She's told me so much about herself, h-how could-?!" His face twisted in anger and pain. If she were to hear this… Steve looked over at her again, "she's not real??" He felt as if the wind was knocked out of him. 

"Not entirely certain what they wanted to do with her originally, why make it seem like she was human from the beginning? They could have been-"

Tony's voice drowned out as he kept talking, Steve only half listening. She felt real. Not her body but… her laugh? The way she described pecan pie and talking about smashing pumpkins. McKenna was more real and alive than many he had met. She liked to run her fingers along his jaw, his five o'clock shadow tickling her fingers, the way her eyes creased at the edges, the gold of her eyes. Her breath, the way she cringed when something Tony did didn't hurt at all, the set of her jaw when she was determined to not show the pain. 

"....FRIDAY is more than just an AI to me, god knows without her I would be completely lost," Tony was saying.

"Are you going to tell her?"

Tony stared at Steve, noting the way his shoulders tensed as he stared at McKenna. He folded his hands together and nodded, "made a deal with her. I will always be completely honest with her no matter what it is."

"Tony…"

"She is prideful. You can be there but her team needs to be here. They are on their way in. Should be another fifteen."

"Tony..." 

He refused to look at Steve, but stood and squeezed his shoulder, "yeah… I know buddy."

It sucks, the thought was shared by the two, unspoken.

The quiet that settled between the two was broken after not too long, the group of four men spilling onto the floor and McKenna roused slowly as Tony ordered FRIDAY to allow it.

Steve stopped at the door frame, heart sinking as the men grew louder as she swung her legs over the edge of the table. Her golden eyes meeting his and her smile faltering for a moment.

[trashcreatyre]

I'm gonna explain one of my TMA playlists bc I've been wanting to do that for several months, and how else am I supposed to procrastinate my animatic project at one in the morning?

(here's the link to the playlist bc I think its pretty slappin')

General:

Body Terror Song By AJJ-

I know that it could technically be a flesh song, but I feel like its a bit more vague than that? if that makes sense?

The Afternoon By Lemon Demon-

there's gonna be a lot of Lemon Demon songs in this lol- This one is also pretty vague, but for some reason it kinda reminds me of Michael specifically? I don't 100% know how to describe it.

thrifted youth By dalynn-

Most of the descriptions/reasonings in the general section are pretty simplistic and vague huh? I guess it just kinda fits the vibe? I might be saying that for a lot of the general ones-

Aurora Borealis By Lemon Demon-

this one reminds me of the season five, kinda feels like a jmart song. (also you'll probably notice that there's not much in the ship theme in this playlist. I like to keep my ship playlists separate from my more general ones, don't know why.)

Under My Skin By Jukebox The Ghost-

just kinda fits the vibe y'know? other than that I don't really know.

Turn the Lights Off By Tally Hall-

i can't actually remember why I put this one specifically- that's a bit unfortunate-

When He Died By Lemon Demon-

This one mostly just fits the vibe, makes me think about the really old Victorian era statements.

Ancient Aliens By Lemon Demon-

again, fits the vibe.

She Doesn't Sleep By Anthony Amorim-

Feels like a random statement tbh. also reminds me of Not!Sasha too.

Nightmare Fuel By Lemon Demon-

funky song- fits the vibe- I don't know what more I can say-

Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic-

I don't remember actually???? I think It was an Elias one??? but thinking about it now that doesn't really make much sense???? I'm gonna keep it tho, fits the vibe, at least it does to me.

Bloody Nose By Jack Conte-

fits the vibe :)

Christmas Kids By Roar-

I think I saw an animatic to this one time? now I can only think of the season one archival staff,,,, my beloveds,,,,

La nuit en matin By OH MU-

imma be honest, I have no idea what this one's actually about, but It lowkey reminds me of the intro music during end of season three- y'know, the clown vibes :D

9 to 5 By Dolly Parton-

Archival staff moment

American Healthcare By Penelope Scott-

I guess it could technically be seen as an End themed one? but I put it on bc I felt like it fit the vibes (are you getting sick of reading vibes? i'm getting sick of typing it)

Butch 4 Butch By Rio Romeo-

mostly just the rat filled piano line,,,,,, and also it fits the vibes to me.

Oblivion By Grimes-

Kinda feels like a statement?? In a way?

Murders By Miracle Musical-

the vibes. hopefully thats the last time i type that for this-

oh yeah woo yeah, we're onto the specific Entities now B) lets start with the one that probably has the most, if not, it sure feels like it-

The Spiral:

Spiral Eyes By Rewenge-

yeahhhh,,,, I know it doesn't really fit the vibes all that well, But the title fits and I like it so-

The Distortionist By Ghost and Pals-

this one is SUPER obvious, but it fits REALLY well in my mind.

Out of Her Head (Outerlude) [From The Film Possibly in Michigan] By Korban Baxter-

I can literally picture this one- I lowkey wanna do an animatic of this one one day.

A Crow's Trial By Vane Lily-

OKAY- so this last one is because it's the song from an absolutely GORGEOUS animation/animatic by Akidachi on YouTube, I ADORE this animation. please watch it omg-

again, I'm like, 90% sure that The Spiral has the most songs on this playlist, definitely not a bias or anything. next up is the mf uhhhh-

The Corruption:

Spiral of Ants By Lemon Demon-

no explanation needed.

Maggot By Slutever-

Mostly just the name, but it's a good song too so-

Sick On Seventh Street By Sarah and the Safe Word-

fits the vibe title and actual song wise.

in retrospect under my skin probably could be here-

The Web:

Redesign Your Logo (Bonus Track) By Lemon Demon-

Feels like a very web song,,,

Boris The Spider By The Who-

Spider,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Spider Dance By Toby Fox-

Yes,,, like from undertale,,,,,,,

i think thats it for the web (i swore there were more,,,,)

The Lonely:

Nobody By Mitski-

C'mon, you didn't think I WOULDN'T put this one on, did you?

This December By Ricky Montgomery-

idk what it is exactly about this one, just,,,, feels correct?

Blue Jay Way By The Beatles-

MANNNNNNN- i love this song, my mom hates it- that's unrelated- but I always just feel like there's fog or like, an eerie sea, or something- while listening to it. it feels very lonely-

I'm a Member of the Midnight Crew (1909) By Eddie Morton-

I have no idea why spotify suggested this song to me, but I will never not find it funny. Anyway- reminds me of the crew on Peter's ship :)

The Stranger:

Rattlesnake By Kabaret Sybarit-

Idk, feels like smth Nikola would sing at jon- idk how else to explain it-

A Mask of My Own Face By Lemon Demon-

pretty self explanatory lolll

The Slaughter:

War Pigs By Black Sabbath-

war.

The Hunt:

The Hunter By Slaves-

maybe this one is because it's because it's litterally called the hunter, and that they say hunter a bunch, but it is fun to listen to-

Teeth By 8 Graves-

I cannot remember my reasoning at this current moment-

The Flesh:

Body By Mother Mother-

the lyrics do be fittin doe

The Dark:

Everything Goes Dark By The Hoosiers-

i mean- everything goes dark- what more do you want me to say-

Dr.Sunshine Is Dead By Will Wood and the Tapeworms-

i think its mostly the song's vibe and the title.

The End:

The Trick to life By The Hoosiers-

the trick to life is not to get too attached to it.

Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world By Will Wood-

remember death.

YOOO OKAY NOW WE'RE ON THE ONES THAT I HAVE ACTUAL THINGS TO SAY ABOUT NOW- at least for the most part-

Characters:

i think i'm gonna go from least to most for this- (spoilers, Jon has the most ones because I care him)

Cryptid Hunt- Demo By Averno, Sushi Soucy-

this one makes me think of the WTGFs,,,,,

You're at the Party (Bonus Track) By Lemon Demon-

makes me think about Micheal Shelley,,,,,,,

Saint Bernard By Lincoln-

Alice "daisy" Toner moment-

Mary By The Happy Fits-

mary keay,,,,,,

there used to be a gerry one too, but the more I heard it in the context of the playlist and him, It just didn't fit,,,,,

Ew it's Elias/jonah time-

The Fine Print By The Stupendium-

capitalism- jk- kinda- Idk, just feels like it fits because he really just kinda,,, doesn't care about his employees-

How Bad Can I Be? from the lorax-

I had to-

Boss 3 from the terraria soundtrack-

Listen- I don't know why- but- it has elias/jonah vibes- the vibes are fowl, but the song is good.

Ruler of Everything By Tally Hill-

Panopticon/eyepocolypes time-

Ayooo it's jon time- I really hope I can write out my thoughts in a way that makes any kind of sense- /foreshadowing

A Sadness Runs Through Him By The Hoosiers-

Goddddd,,,,, he's just kinda filled with sadness and survivors guilt, just like, all the time huh?

Home By Cavetown-

the lyrics are just- very him- like- I just gjbdjgsflkjns-

Broken Crown By Mumford & Sons-

frick- the foreshadowing was accurate- the best I can describe it is that the lyrics just???? y'know??? hhh why am I like this sometimes-

Sweet HIbiscus Tea By Penelope Scott-

i'm willing to bet that he never wanted to be the main character-

Honey I'm Home By Ghost and Pals-

I saw a Jon centric animatic to this one time- I can't for the life of me remember who by, But everytime I hear the moth lines, my brain goes ":0" Because I remember there was a time when people kept drawing moth jon- I don't know where that came from but I thought it was very cool.

Who Are You, Really? By Mikky Ekko-

I'm like- actually starting to get frustrated with how poorly im articulating my thoughts right now- this just isn't funny anymore-

Sleep By My Chemical Romance-

I'm not actually sure why for this one- I just remeber putting on my black parade CD, hearing this, and being like, "damn, that do kinda be jon tho-"

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings- tbh, all this sounded and read out better in my head. My words might not make sense, but I do like how the playlist is. also im very tired, maybe this would've been written better if I wasn't struggling to keep my eyes open lol. I'm gonna fall asleep now- or maybe i'll post a spiral themed doodle dump again, who knows. I don't know.

[runicmagitek]

Talk about your dnd OCs! I would love to hear about them 😁🌟

Oh Wiz! Thank you!! This is so sweet. Let me round up my faves I've collected over the years.

Viuly - this is one of my oldest OCs in general that I converted into a D&D character. She's a high elf pact of the blade warlock who accidentally became a warlock while coming home after essentially flunking wizard school. Her heart is in the right place, but her methods can be questionable. She's the vodka aunt of the group.

Ilumina - Viuly's kid sister, who was mostly an NPC in Viuly's campaign, but I played her in a follow-up campaign. She's a high elf knowledge domain cleric. She's a good girl who suffers from insomnia and just wants her sister to come home safe and sound. If Viuly is the "someone's gonna die" character, Ilumina is the one jumping in to go, "of fun! :D :D :D"

Rivyn - my anxious murder girl. She's a tiefling assassin rogue (with some levels in cleric) who grew up abandoned on the streets and is like a feral cat - kind of lashes out at anything that moves, but is a sweetie once she warms up to people. Her claim to fame was stumbling upon a cursed deck of many things and then making it her mission to destroy it.... yeaaaah it went exactly as well as you imagine it would. tl;dr - some deities got involved and before she was escorted to hell, Sarenrae intervened and took Rivyn in. So she's now an ascended tiefling(??? whatever we houseruled this) who acts on Sarenrae's behalf to bestow redemption in times of need (and she's a lot less murder-y about it lol). Whenever we do campaigns in that particular universe, sometimes Rivyn pops up as a patron saint to orphaned children. People respect her by leaving blankets out at night for her spirit to snuggle in (she had an extensive blanket collection).

Zaki - She's a half-elf battle master fighter. She was once a military officer with a promising career, but after discovering the toxicity behind the scenes, she abandoned that role to join others who wanted to do the right thing. Her campaign is about 200 years after Rivyn's and she used to idolize the (very exaggerated) stories of the now ascended tiefling; she even managed to summon Rivyn to "smite" a corrupt politician (probably the most epic 100 roll I've ever done). Sadly, Zaki's campaign has been on hold for a while, but last she left off was heading into another plane to stop a lich. You know, like you do.

Zephyr - Oh this little gem. Zephyr is a paladin of Shelyn (we incorporate a lot of Pathfinder lore, if that wasn't evident already), who most people believe is an aasimar. And they believe it too, because they were totally left on the temple's doorstep as an infant and not... you know, a newly hatched silver dragon separated from their family who panicked and turned into a human. They grew up surrounded by art and want nothing but to spread beauty and love wherever they go. I haven't gotten far in their campaign, but they are a ray of sunshine amongst a bunch of other nerds who'd rather talk things out than stab a guy.

Megami - We once ran a homebrew D&D game incorporating Shadowrun stuff, because while I love Shadowrun, I hate playing Shadowrun lol Megami is an elven bard (essentially a street shaman) who summons two kitsune to either buff or debuff, depending on what's going on. She dressed like an avant-garde cyberpunk kabuki actress and danced and sing to cast her spells. Her claim to fame was assuming some asshole hospital director's identity (I forget which bard ability it was, but wow did I jump on that) to go live on a broadcast stating that all homophobic/transphobic rules and regulations were lifted - this was a part of some quest we had with a biker gang that were turned down for gender-affirming surgery. It was amazing.

Damianos - my other murder child. He was a human rogue/paladin/sorcerer in a Ravnica campaign we did. He originally was a pirate from Theros, who was then ripped away and plopped into Ravnica, lost a bunch of his memories, and woke up as a Dimir spy. All he cared about was serving himself and trying to find a way back home (bonus points if he could bring his boyfriend with him, another Dimir informant). He was very bursty damage-wise, but quite squishy and had the worst luck with skill check rolls. A lot of "I can do this!" and immediately falling flat on his face. He was like if Jesper Fahey and Trevor Belmont had a kid. Sadly, he did not get a happy ending in that he couldn't break free from House Dimir or go back home, but he's at least got his boyfriend!

Also, not D&D characters, but here are some honorable mentions from other TTRPS:

Hiccups (from Shadowrun) - a human street mage who only became a runner so she could pay off her college debt. She's too pure for this world and the white mage of the group (her only weapon is a taser, I kid you not). Also doesn't do well with gruesome deaths and she earned her runner name due to constantly hiccupping and crying when she did witness an awful death.

Remi (from Vampire) - a Khaibit vampire from the punk rock days of London. She was the bodyguard for a Toreador vampire, specializing in boxing. She was a quick lil' thing who was also good with computers and preferred doodling in her spare time. Barely talked, but that's what her fists were for ;D

[siswritesyanderes]

Hello! I hope you’re having a good day! I have a request for Bellatrix Lestrange x hufflepuff muggleborn female reader (reader is a year younger than her). Bellatrix is madly in love with reader even though she despises her for being a muggle-born. Reader is terrified of her, but Bellatrix wants her to love her. Bella stalks reader at all times and is completely obsessed. She kidnaps reader’s family and friends and forces reader to marry her. Then Bella kills them off. I hope it isn’t too dark!

(Trust me, I’ve written darker, lol. In fact, gonna go ahead and say Bella’s thoughts are a bit darker than most of the other yanderes, so…warning: nothing too outlandish, but some of Bella’s pureblood bigotry and obsession stuff might be disturbing? Your mileage may vary. Also, I didn’t hit all the points in the ask, because I elaborated on some stuff and it was getting long, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.)

Purity was everything. And you either had it or you didn’t.That was it, on a fundamental level.

It was something she knew even before she knew how to read; some might say even before she knew how to talk. Her mother still told the story of when they’d set little Bella up with a playmate at age one and been somewhat mortified at how disgruntled and dismissive she suddenly became, in the presence of the other baby, until it had come to light a month later that the playmate they’d thought to be of pure birth was actually illegitimate via some filthy Muggle.

“She could tell that something wasn’t right with the little imposter,” adults would chuckle. “She had a nose for it, even then.” And they would pat Bella’s cheeks and she would soak in their words of praise with a broad smile and greedy eyes.

“An overly-intense child,” she had heard her father say once, when she was six and lurking in her parents’ doorway. “Well-mannered, but overly-intense. She is too observant of adult things, and she doesn’t get on well with other children, including her betrothed.”

“That contract has already been made,” her mother had responded, with a hint of grim humor. “They don’t have to get along. Just be glad he’s not secretly a half-blood, or Bella would sense it.”

And that was another thing that Bellatrix had grown up knowing to be true: that she was an incredible judge of character. As such, she never had to think about anyone twice; those who she loved were deserving of love, and those who she hated were deserving of hate, and those with whom she was indifferent were deserving of indifference.

Wanting someone, though…that was new.

And yet, even from the moment she’d first seen the mudblood girl- and of course, she’d known immediately that you were a mudblood, from the way that you carried yourself and from the surname that McGonagall had read off -she’d felt such a strong and unfamiliar yearning. Not love and not hate, but something with elements of both.

You weren’t ugly (Bellatrix never had been stupid enough to just assume that everyone ugly was a mudblood and everyone attractive was a pureblood, like Goyle and even Narcissa’s betrothed seemed to.), but it wasn’t your appearance that had earned Bella’s attention. It was something in your walk and the set of your expression and the awkward way you maneuvered in your school robes.

At twelve years old, Bella had seen the little eleven-year-old mudblood sit on the stool and wear the Hat, and she had thought, Be a Slytherin. Come to me. Sit here, and I will devour you alive. A mudblood in Slytherin would be a rarity, but Bellatrix wanted you, and so you were hers. She felt like a snake longing to bind you up in her coils. To squeeze you tightly, just to feel your feeble struggles and hear your weak grunts of pain.

She wanted to hear your voice.

She wanted to cut off your air.

But then the hat called out “HUFFLEPUFF!”, and Bella had expected to feel disappointed. Instead, a feeling of rightness washed over her. Of course, a mudblood had to go to one of the lesser Houses. Slytherin House could not be corrupted, no matter who Bellatrix desired. That would be like eating candy from a dinner plate: all wrong, no matter how much she enjoyed it.

No, it was only right that her mudblood was a Hufflepuff. Perfect. Not a mudblood who would think herself noble or clever. Not a mudblood with ambition. No, perish the thought. Just a Hufflepuff. Her Hufflepuff.

She repeated your name under her breath intermittently throughout the whole welcome feast: first name, last name, Hufflepuff.

She wrote it on her arm, when she was in bed that night, in the same spot where she normally doodled a Dark Mark, during her more boring lessons. When she awoke, she washed the ink off, satisfied that she would not forget your name.

It was while she scrubbed at the surprisingly-enduring stain of ink that she began to feel sick to her stomach.

Yes, she was always a good judge of people, and yes, she always got what she wanted, but…a mudblood? Did she really want anything from a mudblood but distance? Had she really allowed herself to grow attached to some-

She sank down to the bathroom floor and breathed deeply.

Was she like those blood traitors who disgraced themselves bringing half-bloods into the world when they had better options? She had never had any interest in her betrothed, a pureblood from a good family. She had always assumed that it was because she could only love herself and the Dark Lord (whom she had never met but heard so many great things about), and that marriage was just a means to an end, but…

Well, it wasn’t like she wanted to marry you, though.

She comforted herself with this fact. The air came easier.

She had no desire to marry her mudblood. Of course not. That was disgusting.

But her mudblood would not marry anyone else. Never. The very thought drove her back to her feet with a hot flush of anger coloring her cheeks. She whipped out her wand and aggressively cast Tergeo to rid her arm of the last of its ink. The skin cleared, with a sharp stinging feeling, either because she had been too fervent in casting the spell or because she had simply done it a bit wrong. She didn’t care; she savored the feeling until it passed.

For the rest of that year, Bellatrix woke up earlier than every other girl in the dormitory, got dressed hastily, and hurried over to the part of the castle (near the kitchens, but it was below her station to know where the kitchens were), where the Hufflepuffs would emerge for breakfast and classes. Contrary to the prim decorum her parents had instilled, she would drape herself carelessly over a banister and taunt the Hufflepuffs as they walked by.

“Oh, here come the badgers,” she would cackle, especially jeering at the ones she recognized. She already had a reputation for being a bully, so the Puffs, while annoyed, took it in stride and mostly ignored her.

Sometimes you managed to pass beneath her notice, in the crowd of yellow. But other times, Bellatrix would launch herself from the banister and wrap a tight arm around your shoulders, greeting you by your first name (instead of your last) in so sweet a tone that you flinched in fear.

“How’s my little mudblood doing this morning?” Bellatrix would coo, ignoring the other students’ protests at her use of the word.

“I’m doing fine,” you would answer quietly, ducking your head and averting your eyes.

It infuriated Bella that she was making such a spectacle of herself for a mudblood who didn’t even appreciate it. Bellatrix was beautiful, older, a Slytherin, a pureblood, and yet here you shrank, not in deference, but clearly in the hopes that your politeness would make the encounter end sooner.And of course, the other badgers soon realized that Bellatrix had taken a special interest in bothering you, and they started making efforts to protect you. Bellatrix changed tactics.

In her third year, your second year, she went more subtle. After all, it wouldn’t do for the other purebloods to begin suspecting that her interest in you, dear little thing, went past bullying.

She made a point of bothering other Hufflepuffs. Every other Hufflepuff. She racked up a few detentions right at the beginning of the year, reclaiming the badgers’ fear one hex at a time. Making herself a nuisance the previous year had caused them to forget that she was also quite willing to hurt them. Now, they remembered.

And so you feared her even more than before.

Whatever. What did your feelings matter, anyway?

Bellatrix commemorated your year of meeting by writing your name on her arm in ink every night, in her third year, and using Tergeo to clean it off every morning, until her left forearm always looked slightly inflamed. She imagined writing her own name on your skin, and she experienced a whole slew of new feelings at the image. She didn’t like to imagine the Tergeo part, though; she wanted it to be permanent.

She imagined carving her name, over and over again.

The first time, she would merely write “BB”, to let you accustom yourself to the feeling; she could be generous sometimes- it was a shame you wouldn’t appreciate it. Then, she would write “BELLA” a few times, in various places. And eventually “BELLATRIX”. She imagined her first time writing her full name would be on your back, right on the base of your neck. “BELLATRIX”, and just below it, “BLACK”. Your filthy blood would spill in the shape of her name, in her handwriting; Bella excited herself to excess, thinking of it. Picturing it. She dreamed about it, most nights (She rewarded herself when she had those dreams; they were better than the quite-forbidden dreams, the ones she forced herself to ignore, where she saw a wedding tiara glittering on your head and a loving smile curving your lips.), and could imagine nothing else whenever she walked behind you in the halls. 

She practically ached with the urge to run up and pin you to the ground, to yank your head back by the hair and make you watch as she took out her best silver knife…

She left subtlety behind her in her fourth year. She cornered you in the library during the first week of school.

“What are you writing?” she drawled, taking the parchment from you before you could answer. When she saw the heading ‘Dear Mum,’ she made a disgusted noise and cast Incendio on the letter until it was completely charred.

“Hey!” you protested, hilariously still bothering to keep your indignant exclamation quiet, out of respect for the library or at least to avoid incurring the wrath of Madame Pince. “That was for my mother! Bring it back.”

“You can’t bring something back that’s been burnt,” Bellatrix scoffed. She wasn’t sure that this was true, but she figured a third year mudblood and Hufflepuff wasn’t exactly going to correct her. “Why do you still write to that Muggle woman, anyway?”

“Because she’s my mother,” you answered, with such disbelief that you couldn’t even be angry.

Bellatrix snorted, trying to emanate ridicule when inside, fury was filling her so quickly she thought she might set the table on fire, next. Again, she experienced the familiar feeling that she was a snake who needed to catch her prey up into her coils until you couldn’t move, couldn’t think of anything or anyone else but the tightness of her hold. To feel your warmth on her cold body, to steal it for herself, yes… “She’s a filthy-”

“Muggle, yes. Sort of my whole family are; you never fail to mention it.” You made an effort to sound droll, but your voice was shaking. “If you don’t mind, I think I can manage to love them regardless.”

Bellatrix let out an actual growl, causing you to wince hard. “I mind,” she said roughly, able to think of nothing but her sudden powerful desire to set something entirely different aflame. 

All those Muggles- it was their fault, really. Without the Muggles, her mudblood wouldn’t be a mudblood at all. Worse still, the Muggles were getting your letters, your love…

She would rip their veins open with her teeth, if their blood weren’t too filthy even to piss in.

Smiling her nastiest smile, Bellatrix asked, “Do they even know how to use owls?” She made an exaggerated pitying face: “Or do you have to send it along the Muggle way?” 

“I use an owl. The postman doesn’t come here.” You had abandoned any attempt at wit; your tone was sheepish again.

“One of the school owls, I imagine.”

“Actually, I bought an owl of my own this past summer.”

“What breed?”

You looked wary. “I forget,” you answered, clearly lying.

Lying to the one who owned you. Lying with the tongue that belonged to Bellatrix, with the air that Bellatrix had so graciously allowed you. Lying, as though you didn’t know that Bellatrix’s name would one day be written on your back, your shoulders, your arms, your hips, your legs…Lying, as if you didn’t know how easily Bella could cut. Your. Tongue. OUT, and watch your dirty, delicious blood bubble between your perfect, lying lips.

Smart of you, though; Bella had already been plotting how to use the bird to track down the Muggles. There was only so much that she could do to them from a distance, but oh, come winter holiday…

She didn’t actually need to be told what your owl looked like; she had followed you up to the owlery the morning after you all arrived on the trains.

She spent the rest of that year, and the following year, wringing albeit-uncomfortable conversations out of you and terrorizing the other Hufflepuffs, at the same time where possible, until her mudblood was feared by proxy, at least among the younger students, and even the other Slytherins started to notice that Bellatrix was being quite particular about her bullying.

“What is it with you and the Puffs?” Andromeda asked, almost accusatorially, after pulling Bellatrix firmly aside into a broom cupboard.

“Gross; this room is for servants, Annie,” Bellatrix complained, deliberately ignoring the question.

“The Hufflepuffs,” Andromeda repeated. “Why have you been so…focused on them?”

Bella released her least-ladylike snort. “You’re one to talk, sister dear. Who is that mudblood, the one who calls you ‘Dromeda’?”

Andromeda blushed furiously. “You shut up about that.”

A gleeful cackle. “You needn’t worry about what I say; it’s your betrothed who’s starting to notice how you pine and consort with that badger. At least I keep my fascination in her place.”

“What do you mean, your ‘fascination’?”

“Mind your own business, Annie; I mean it.”

“You’re taking your OWLs in a few months, and your marks have been worsening since second year.”

Bellatrix shrugged. She didn’t do much schoolwork, but she understood all of her classes fine. She allowed her grades to suffer to free up time for observing you; Slughorn even let her sit in on the fourth year Potions classes, in hopes of “improving” her potion-making. “And you’re practically a blood traitor already, and you haven’t even left school,” she said to her sister, before flouncing out of the cupboard to track down her Hufflepuff (and failing that, maybe set Ted Tonks’ robes on fire).

The summer after her fifth year, Bellatrix visited your house for the first time.

A Muggle house, in a Muggle neighborhood. The swine had all stared at her on her way over, because of her robes and her clear superiority. At your house, however, the man who stood in the front yard, trimming a hedge by hand, smiled at her in greeting and asked if she was one of his daughter’s friends from school.

Bellatrix suppressed her disgust at this new development: a Muggle, and a singularly detested Muggle at that, speaking so evenly with her. “Is she home?” she asked the man curtly.

“She’s stepped out, but she’ll be back shortly. Would you like to wait for her inside?”

Bellatrix stared at the man, hyperaware of the weight of her wand in one pocket and her knife in the other. He wouldn’t be expecting it, wouldn’t be able to stop her.

But she still had the Trace on her, and she wanted to take her time with the vermin who called themselves her mudblood’s family, not rush to incapacitate them before she could be overpowered by brute strength. She wanted them dead, but they ought to suffer a little retribution, first, for having received love that did not rightfully belong to them.

Every bit of love that had been given to them, every time she had to watch you run to your parents on the train station platform, and hug them, and chatter with them with no fear or discomfort or flinching…They were thieves, filthy thieves, and she would bleed them, burn them, until they forgot what love felt like.

When I am grown and officially in service of the Dark Lord, she thought, reveling in the idea, then I can do what I like with all of them.

She wrapped a hand tightly around her forearm, sinking her fingernails into her own flesh until the images of you kissing your mother and father stopped replaying in her mind. One day. Not yet. Just a little longer. She was a student of the honorable House of Slytherin, a daughter of the noble House of Black; she could exercise patience for just a few years. And waiting would make it all the sweeter, would make their dirty blood beautiful.

“I’ll come back another time.” Bellatrix glanced dispassionately from the man to the house, memorizing them. She could see you in the Muggle’s face; she would remove those features from him, she decided. One day. “Tell her Bellatrix Black was here.” The thought of how you would react, when you returned home and received her message, gave her a pleasurable chill.

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The sun sets on another day - TRSNS fanfic

@redstone-sun‘s fic fucked me up so I did what I know and wrote about it to cope asdfghjhgf

the basic summary of this fic: Mumbo has a Bad Day(TM) and we stan Good Guy Iskall 

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On days like these, Mumbo felt his guilt like concrete weights tied tight around his throat.

The actual impulses and desires to obey that sanguine call no longer affected him as often as they used to―perhaps out of sheer necessity rather than true recovery, but the fine details didn’t matter. Not to Mumbo at least. The intrusive thoughts and feelings, however, were another story.

Sometimes he wished he could just press a button and fix all of his problems like one would a faulty machine, force him through some kind of psychological reboot. His prescribed process was tedious enough as it was; exposure therapy was a snail’s race by nature, and the transitions were mind-numbingly gradual. From mentions of redstone, to discussions of redstone, to looking at redstone, to touching redstone, to holding redstone, to――

And so on and so forth.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the process was anything but linear and orderly. For a long while it felt like every step he took forward, something would send him three steps and a stumble back. One moment he was setting up semi-complex circuits from memory in his obsidian home, the next Grian would make an off-hand comment about a test contraption one of the hermits built nearly killing him and Mumbo would find himself involuntarily wishing it had.

Those moments scared him. He knew that it wasn’t really him thinking then, that it was just some heinous, corrupted part of him, some deep innate brand of the Red Sun festering behind his eyes. But it wasn’t any less terrifying to catch himself tempted by the crimson voice in the back of his mind that told him he didn’t belong in the overworld, that he needed to continue wiring in the quartz covered plains or he’d never be satisfied, to beg and steal and lie and cheat if it meant getting back to the Sun’s dimension, that if anyone got in his way he had to kill kill kill kill kilL KILL KILL KILL KILL K―

. . .

Those nights, Mumbo felt pain beyond anything he’d known before, from the crescent welts of his fingernails dug deep into the meat of his forearms, to the once-foreign hopelessness that left him wondering why anyone thought he was worth saving anymore.

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On days like these, Mumbo found himself convinced that he’d never be released from his blood-stained binds.

It hurt more than he cared to admit, having redstone so intrinsically ruined for him. Sure, he had brute-forced his way into standing it enough to look over blueprints with Iskall and play with it like a child when he was alone, but it was never the same. Nothing compared to the satisfaction of improving on an existing design, nor the pride and excitement of inventing something entirely new.

Inventions. Redstone was such a progressive material, a resource far beyond any of the hermits’ understanding. It was able to do just about anything if only someone could crack the code to get there. Most of them already knew of the wonders it could provide--plenty of the hermits used redstone-based bionics, or at the very least a form of enhancement.

Iskall was no stranger to them, obviously. Perhaps Mumbo shouldn’t have been surprised, then, when the man came to him amidst his wallowing with a stack of crudely arranged notes in hand. He was somehow more chipper and cheeky than usual if the bright smile on his face was anything to go by. There was a proud sort of flourish as he handed the papers to Mumbo, who sat with wariness and confusion. That apprehension, however, was quickly replaced with curiosity.

Blueprints and notes regarding the conception of redstone-powered contraptions and devices would typically be a quick read for Mumbo, but even having been friends with Iskall and Grian for quite some time, there was no way to scan through the chicken-scratch handwriting and less-than discernible doodles in a short amount of time.

Mumbo’s initial attempt at cracking the code that was Iskall’s notes was interrupted not ten seconds in when two loaves of bread, an apple, and a bottle of water was set down in front of him, making him flinch slightly. He stared at the selection for a moment, mouth suddenly dry, before nodding his thanks and reaching for the apple. It was in that instant that Mumbo realized he didn’t remember the last time he had something to eat and swallowed down his embarrassment.

The two men soon fell into silence as Mumbo worked through the notes bit by bit, often pausing to right papers that had somehow folded or flipped upside down in Iskall’s attempt to organize them. Though it took a while, a careful read through informed Mumbo of Iskall’s plans to research a possibility of mechanically repairing his vocal cords.

There was a prominent section on the usage of prismarine crystals and diamond powder to color match the box with his eye prosthetic, and another that explored the possibility of controllable pitch and volume settings.

(In a better scenario, Mumbo would have been terrified at the possibilities that would come with giving Iskall such power, and even now he wondered who the first prank victim would be.)

All of it was quite clearly in the early stages of development, but Mumbo could help but brighten up at the thought of Iskall being able to talk again. It wasn’t something he liked to think about for long or often, but he missed Iskall’s voice. Before the incident, his friend’s laughs and sly comments were one of the things that helped the days go by, and Mumbo knew he wasn’t the only one who thought so. The man deserved his voice and more for what he’d gone through.

But information on Iskall’s voice-box plans came to an unexpected stop halfway through the stack of notes. Suddenly Mumbo was reading through two different handwriting styles about mechanical joints and synthetic muscle fiber and artificial nerve endings and――

He stopped reading. This section contained far too many things he knew too little about.

Head spinning from unfamiliar jargon, he looked up at Iskall in question.

“F...f-for Gri..ian,” came the harsh rumble from Iskall, startling Mumbo in the process. Both of the men stared at each other for a moment, each sheepish in their own right, before Iskall pulled out a relatively new-looking book and began writing.

[Doc let me take a look at his arm a bit ago and helped me out with the technical stuff. I’m hoping that we can replicate a pair for Grian. Took much more work comin up with this blueprint than it did for my voicebox plan lol ]

Mumbo went from bemused to ecstatic as he read Iskall’s explanation, feeling surprisingly hopeful for the first time in a long time. The sheer thought of his friends getting back what he took from them made his heart swell with guilty joy.

The technician’s part of his brain fired off a million different inquiries about how they could get these plans to work, but his heart ached knowing this was a project he wouldn’t have much part in if any. He didn’t specialize in bionics for one, but even if he felt like dabbling in the expertise for the benefit of his friends, Mumbo didn’t want to get too involved out of fear of relapse.

Especially not after today. He just wasn’t ready.

“These plans are incredible, Iskall.” Mumbo whispered in awe, flipping through both sections of the packet thrice over. A part of him yearned to add notes and suggestions of his own along the margins of the already messy prints, but he swallowed down the eagerness and handed the papers back to Iskall with a shaky hand. Far too fast for him to subdue, bubbling apprehension rose into his chest again as a presence beneath his ribcage scolded him for not ripping the notes to shreds when he had the chance and Mumbo turned away from Iskall in shame. He didn’t even notice himself staring off into the corner of his room until the scratching of a feather pen against paper got his attention again.

[I was hoping you would say that. Wouldn't be Architech patent-worthy without your approval :) ]

Mumbo gave a half-hearted as smile his dear friend stored the notes away in a light blue shulker box he hadn’t seen get brought out. As Iskall packed the box up, a red hot silence burned within the room and Mumbo flushed at the uneasiness of it all, hating the fact that he couldn’t enjoy the company of the people he loved anymore. It made him feel like an ass when he was so unresponsive and caught up in self-pity, but at the same time it felt like acting as if nothing ever happened would be a slap in the face to everyone he wronged. He was halfway through a mental reprimand when Iskall huffed through his nose and came to sit beside him at his birch wood table.

A beat or two passed in silence before a steady hand reached out to fix the uneven part in Mumbo’s hair, smooth out the collar of his dress shirt, and pat him gently on the side of his face. The warmth of Iskall’s hand damn nearly drove Mumbo to tears. With cloudy eyes, he watched as Iskall tilted his head, expression a melancholy mix of fondness and sorrow.

[It’s bad today, huh?]

With a sharp intake of breath and clenched teeth, Mumbo glanced away from Iskall. He’d rather pretend he was fine than admit to the Red Sun’s influence holding strong sway over him today. But before he could come up with something to say, Iskall was already shoving his book back into Mumbo’s hands.

[Don’t try to lie to me, I can see it in your face. And in the stubble on your chin.]

“I…“ Mumbo started, cotton-mouthed and ashamed, closing his eyes to prevent the tears from glossing over his vision.

Sweet scarlet whispers pricked at the back of his head and swirled behind his eyelids, reminding him the Red Sun never sets the Red Sun never sets the Red Sun never sets, and he tensed his jaw to try and drown out the words with a high-pitched strain. The world around him grew warm and tight and dark, and despite his best efforts, the voices seemed to just get louder.

All at once, Mumbo realized that Iskall was pushing at his shoulders and letting out determined, wordless noises as he tried to bring the man from his panic. Mumbo brought down his hands from where he found them pressed firmly against his ears, noticing that his face felt warm and wet. He silently wiped at his cheeks with his sleeve, defeated.

“...Yeah. It is.”

“I-I...It’ss oh-k-kay.” Iskall offered gently, releasing his hold from his friend’s shoulders and sliding them down to his arms as he scanned Mumbo for any more signs of distress. As soon as his hands were free, he reached for his book again.

[It’s a nice day out today. Let’s go for a walk. I’ll shoot Grian a message to meet us in the shopping district.]

Before Mumbo could begin to read, Iskall plucked the book from his hand and began writing frantically, leaving Mumbo to wipe at the heavy tears that pooled over the edge of his eyelids once again.

[Let’s not tell him about my plans yet. I don’t want to get him excited for something that could take months or more to even start on. Promise to keep it a secret for now?]

Mumbo couldn’t help but flash him a warm smile. This man has done so much for both him and Grian even in wake of his own obstacles and responsibilities. There was nothing in this world or the next that Mumbo could offer as retribution.

“Sure thing. You have my word.”

Iskall huffed a laugh, grabbing and immediately shaking Mumbo’s hand with unnecessary earnest.

[Jolly good cheers mate! Let’s get you ready for our stroll, shall we lad? Pip pip!]

With a good-natured roll of his eyes, Mumbo stood from where he’d been sat since early that morning, bones audibly popping from inactivity, and made towards his room to change into a clean white button-up and dress pants, leaving his coat on the bed. It took him a moment to brave the mirror in the corner of his room, but once he could stand to look at his reflection, he made an honest attempt to make himself presentable. After smoothing out the folds and wrinkles in his shirt, Mumbo pulled at his mustache a few times in an attempt to style it, lamenting that he didn’t have the time to shave the shadow from his jaw.

There was a soft, gentle hum from Iskall that got Mumbo’s attention as he exited his room, and he walked closer to read what his friend was saying.

[Handsome.]

Bashful, Mumbo blushed and shut the book. Compliments always made him somewhat embarrassed before, but it hit him much harder nowadays, especially when he felt bad about not being able to clean up as much as he preferred. Despite his self-consciousness, Mumbo was grateful for Iskall’s encouragement and offered a small smile in thanks.

As he and Iskall locked up his house and began the journey towards the shopping district, Mumbo watched him message Grian and shake with silent laughter―probably at something stupid Grian responded with, knowing them, but he was too engrossed in thought to catch what was said―and noticed that for the first time in a while that he couldn’t hear the honeyed song of the Red Sun, nor could he feel its pull deep within his bones.

Truly, Iskall and Grian were gifts from the universe he didn’t deserve. It was a bloody wonder that they still stood by him after all they went through. Despite everything, his friends still cared for him. Still loved him. There was nothing he could do to repay them for that. And nothing could compare to the outpour of adoration he felt for them in return.

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On days like these, with his best friends at his sides, Mumbo felt free.

[shima-draws]

Hi! I love your art and aus and I had two things I wanted to ask you about. The first thing was that I saw this little doodle about an alternate sim au? And I was confused and was wonder if you could explain/link the stuff for me? The second was that i think that when lance gets sick in your Angelfall au, you said his wing gets replaced? So I was like: what if this "corruption" stuff went into his wings eventually and formed a new "corrupted" wing that was like black and twisted and devily?

Hiya!! Sorry for answering this a bit late :’) (And tysm for the compliment!)

Anyway as for your questions, the alternate Sim AU—ahh there’s technically two? One was an idea brought up by a friend about Lance and Keith’s roles being reversed, with Keith as the AI and Lance as the last remaining Paladin. The other is a “what if” situation revolving around Zero. That alternate Sim AU involves Zero being successfully created without any errors or bugs and becoming the AI Lance we know now, just with his own unique personality!! And since things progress differently in this alternate verse Keith also looks different too ^^ Hopefully that clears things up? I haven’t drawn anything for either tbh but maybe I will sometime in the future!

And, for the other thing—HOLY SHIT you’re pretty much right on the mark, how did you guess that lol? Eventually Lance uses his corruption to his advantage and restores his missing wing into a black one! It’s not really twisted or devilly though that would be a pretty interesting concept…I might do smth with that haha. But yeah he also gets super cool black markings on the right (?) side of his body where the new wing is. And one of his eyes changes color. It’s pretty rad ^p^