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synergysilhouette · 4 months ago

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Plotting out "Verdant" (Disney movie)

Make sure to check out my original post here.

Background

With the recent success that Disney's had in the "Reinvention Era" (named by the fandom as a way of explaining Disney's ability to regain critical and financial success due to finding classic and original ways to make their films in the form in storytelling), the studio is a lot more open to projects pitched to them. One of them is a story inspired by "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" (said to have been spurred on the the pitcher having seen David Lowery's 2021 adaptation of the film). Disney is intrigued by the idea, but is intimidated by the concept of adapting an Arthurian story when their "Sword in the Stone" film being an iconic film in it's own right, so it's quickly decided that the project will not take place in the same continuity as the silver age, instead simply wanting to take the bare bones from the story (as they've done with many tales before). In particular, they wanted to keep the character of the green knight and a protagonist whose morality, sense of honesty, and integrity is tested. Wanting a different angle from the film to prevent it from being generic, Disney reaches out to Tomm Moore to direct the film. After some back and forth, he eventually agrees under the condition of it being 2D (using stained glass as inspiration), and Disney reluctantly concedes to this only since they've been dabbling in 2D again and meeting success. Needless to say, the film takes on an Irish flavor as a result of his involvement. They hire Phil Johnston to write the script, and in contrast to the more polite and noble male leads of the past few films, he decides to make the protagonist more of an antihero--not with the comedic aspect of Flynn Rider or light-heartedness of Aladdin, but more serious and traumatized. To elevate the material, they decide (after some deliberation) to make the film a musical, and the Anderson-Lopez team are brought on to tackle the music.

Plot

In the land of Tíroighir, Ciarán grew up in the times of destruction. His family was slaughtered, and all he knew was rage. He turned this on the first person he encountered, but was unable to defeat him--even after beheading him. The mysterious man offers to take Ciarán under his wing and train him in order to get revenge on those who took everything from him. Ciarán accepts, and when he gets older, he feels the time is upon him to exact his revenge.

Characters

(Note: As usual, these do not represent the imagined characters in their capacity, but a brief overview of a few pivotal characters that push the narrative forward.)

Ciarán--A young man home was devastated by followers of a demon. He only escaped because of his magical abilities; unbeknownst to him, he was a changeling (the only visual sign of this being his dark blue hair that to the untrained eye looks black). He was raised in the Emerald castle, but often travels trying to find the cult members who can lead him to the demon that took everything from him, and he'll kill them all. While he comes off as casual and confident, he's slightly unstable, emotionally-speaking (and perhaps mentally, but who can blame him?) His fight against the cult is somewhat self-destructive, with the implication that a part of him doesn't care what happens if he loses the fight.

Síomha--A warrior leading the charge against the cultists, she represents the human side to Ciarán's supernatural nature. She finds Ciarán to be a useful ally. Of course, she recognizes his dangerous nature, and they frequently come into conflict.

Neirin--The name the demon was given by his worshipers. He is known as the magic devourer, and his very existence causes decay and fear in all around him. Now that he's in the mortal plane, he exists only to drag the land into disorder, draining the life and magic from the land.

Flaithrí--Colloquially known as the harbinger of spring or the "Spring King" because everywhere he walks, flowers seem to grow (plus he's green, so there's that). No one is entirely certain where he came from. He mentioned to Ciarán that he and his sister came from a long-forgotten world, unable to speak the native language for many years. His magic is beyond anything that Ciarán can imagine, and he is seemingly immortal. While he promised to train Ciarán in the art of magic to get his revenge, he can see that in his heart, he is much more honest and gentle than he lets on. He just hopes that when it comes down to it, Ciarán won't lose himself in his trauma.

Songs

Can't Say No--When his family is murdered by the cultists, Ciarán wanders the land. He comes across Flaithrí, and in a rage, decapitates him. However, Flaithrí survives and puts a faint scar on the back of his head in response. He sees the pain in Ciarán's eyes and offers to take in the new orphan, to which Ciarán meekly accepts.

I've Never Felt It--Seeing how his desire for revenge has started to harm others, Flaithrí tries to firmly dissuade Ciarán against seeking revenge, which Ciarán is shocked and devastated to hear, explaining that he hasn't felt happy in a long time until he felt like he was making progress on his quest.

Like an Animal--Síomha gives a speech to her warriors that they must hunt down and defeat the cultists before they can summon the demon, concerned that they may already be too late.

Unsung--Ciarán has nightmares about the terrors Neirin will unleash, as well as reliving the destruction of his home. When he left Flaithrí, Ciarán was told that he might be a changeling, and he starts to dream of the realm of the fairies.

I've Never Felt It (Reprise)--Ciarán speaks with Síomha about not being able to find Flaithrí after leaving him, no longer remembering the way to the Emerald Castle. He wonders if it's his destiny to be abandoned, and Síomha wonders if there's any true way to stop Neirin.

The Demon Inside--The cult members sing about summoning Neirin, about the destruction and carnage he will bring, with the added benefit that lyrically the song also parallels Ciaran's inner turmoil.

Dreams--Ciarán has managed to defeat Neirin, and with the magic stolen by the cultists restored, he plans on finding his fairy family.

Hope you enjoyed it! As with the other specific cultures I covered in my other fanmade Disney movie posts, I don't know much about Celtic cultures, and hope Disney would do MUCH more research than me (though having and Irish director helps)! Next up is my superhero fanmade Disney musical. Still working out a title.

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woozapooza · 1 year ago

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Miscellaneous thoughts about Sopranos season 6A

I’m almost done with the whole show, you guys! Crazy! I’m honestly looking forward to it being over so that I can breathe again. This is a selection of the stuff I wrote in my journal this season/half-season (however you want to look at it). This post is RIDICULOUSLY long (about 1700 words) so it’s going under a cut.

Originally I was going to put this point much later in the post but I’ve decided to put it first because it’s the most important: you guys, I adore Jennifer Melfi SO incredibly much and I miss the days where she was actually a main character SO incredibly much. Like don’t get me wrong, the second half of the show has been fantastic so far, but it just cannot compare to the first half for the simple reason that the character who is objectively the best used to be central and now she’s peripheral. Even if her role HAD to decrease a little bit, I wish it hadn’t decreased so much. But I’m grateful for every single second that she’s on my screen. She is literally one of THE characters ever.

The montage at the beginning of 6x01 “Members Only” was SO cool! I love a good montage, and the beginning of a season after a substantial time jump is the perfect place to put one.

In 6x02 “Join the Club,” when AJ made his oath of revenge against Junior, I wrote in my journal, “Bad idea, AJ! That could be the start of a Michael Corleone arc!” Then in 6x08 “Johnny Cakes,” we learn that AJ was consciously emulating Michael! I’m SO proud of myself for picking up on that parallel before the show spelled it out. AJ has internalized the values of the life his parents tried so hard to steer him away from, which isn’t surprising. I mean, it’s really telling that in 6x11 “Cold Stones,” Tony characterizes AJ’s problem not as a lack of responsibility or integrity but as a lack of “balls.” Tony doesn’t want his son to be a criminal like he is, but he’s never managed to dig deeper and challenge the ultra-masculine values that his entire life is founded on.

Speaking of not thinking deeply about the values one holds, something none of these characters are particularly good at: Paulie’s fury toward Nucci in 6x04 “The Fleshy Part of the Thigh” is just the flip-side of his prior fanatical devotion, which was clearly based less on who she was and more on what she was. It was in large part a formality: not actually reciprocating all she did for him, just blindly following the rules. I say “in large part” because, thank goodness, in 6x09 “The Ride” he finally relents. Heartwarming! Man Sits In Silence On Couch With Elderly Adoptive Mother. (I’m going to go ahead and give Tony some credit for that: I think the lecture he gave Paulie in 6x04 sank in eventually.)

At last Carmela (with Melfi’s help—btw, it was SO great to see another one-on-one session between them!) has articulated the thing I’ve been thinking since at least the second season: she and Tony can claim all they want that they have their kids’ best interests at heart, but the fact is that Meadow and AJ were put into an impossible bind simply by being born.

It’s so funny how these guys (mobsters/mafiosos/wiseguys/whatever the best term is—I’m just gonna stick with “guys”) will tear into each other one moment, but then defend each other in the presence of outsiders. When Johnny cries at the wedding, Phil says that his “estimation of John Sacrimoni as a man just fucking plummeted,” but a moment later, when a random guest comments on what a sad display it was, Phil goes “he’s an emotional man 😔he loves his daughter 🥹.” Then in 6x10 “Moe ‘n’ Joe,” Tony tells Silvio he hopes Johnny dies in prison and Silvio fantasizes about throwing acid on Johnny, but a moment later when Sal Vitro refers to Johnny as “guilty,” Tony and Silvio are both like HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT HIM 😠

This outward-facing ride-or-die stance is precisely the arrangement that Johnny violates in “Moe ‘n’ Joe” by putting family over Family. Putting aside his career and just focusing on the choice in isolation, there is a kind of nobility in his decision to take the plea deal that will let his family keep more of their money, knowing that his former colleagues will see no nobility in it and from that moment on he’ll be dead to them. Just another example of how the world these guys live in actively discourages having a heart. (Side note, Johnny is one of my favorite characters and I don’t even really know why. I get so excited every time he’s on screen. I’m always like YES IT’S THIS GUY! IT’S MY MAN!)

At the wedding, Tony is the only one of the guys to express sympathy for Johnny: just as he was (IIRC—it was a long time ago) the only one who we know for a fact was haunted by Pussy’s death (EDIT: he's not the only one, but my main point stands), just as he was the only one who mourned Tracee as a human being, just as in the next episode he will display a teensy bit of compassion for Vito when most of the guys don’t. If we didn’t get these little glimpses of a heart in Tony, if he was just rotten through-and-through, he wouldn’t be nearly as interesting a protagonist. Instead, he’s only like 99% rotten and that 1% is where the tragedy comes in. I want to say I could fix him, but that would be putting myself above Melfi, and I can’t bring myself to do that. If she can’t do it, no one can—except Tony himself, and he’s not going to. Alas.

Meadow is so frustrating because she is the one Soprano who is actually making the world a better place, but then she goes and confirms the rumor about Vito with no hesitation or qualms. Wtf queen??? Did she not care about the consequences for Vito, or did she just not think about them in the first place? I suspect it’s the latter, given that when Finn points out that Vito will probably face violence now, she doesn’t have a counterargument, but in that case...why didn’t she think about the consequences? I don’t get her. It’s so frustrating because Meadow is right about a lot of things, but like Tony, when she’s challenged to confront her own mistakes and blind spots, she just lashes out. Anyway I’m thinking of being her for Halloween next year.

It’s nice that Angie is friends with the other ladies again, but how did that happen? Even Rosalie is nice to her now, and it was Rosalie who told Adriana last season that Angie’s “not welcome here” anymore.

I’m enjoying the Cleaver stuff so much.

It’s so funny at the beginning of “Johnny Cakes,” when, having learned that it’s not going to be feasible to extort the manager of the new cafe, Patsy laments, “It’s over for the little guy.” Like he’s not WRONG but what a funny reaction to not being able to do the crimes you used to do. I don’t think you’re really the victim here, king.

You can certainly make the case that Melfi should have given up on Tony by now, but I truly find it so endearing how she continues to see potential in him, and how she’s always so proud of him whenever he does anything right. Like in 6x12 “Kaisha” when Tony recounts Christopher’s confession that he’s seeing Julianna, she’s like “omg and you DIDN’T get violent with him? Amazing job!!!” God I adore her so much I can’t even take it.

Phil keeps claiming that he has a stake in what happens to Vito because Marie Spatafore (hi, sister of the actress who plays my favorite character!!!) is his cousin. That makes it sounds like he cares about her. But he does exactly what she DOESN’T want and murders her husband, because he doesn’t care about her, he cares about his own pride, to which she’s just an accessory. It’s what I was talking about in this post I made about 4x04 “The Weight”: when a woman is wronged, the men close to her take that as a cause for revenge regardless of the woman’s wishes. Except the men I was talking about in that post genuinely love the women they want to avenge; they just express that love in a self-centered and unhelpful way. Phil, in contrast, embodies the most extreme form of that sort of paternalistic vengefulness. He knows Marie doesn’t want Vito dead; he doesn’t care. He knows what he wants to do would actively hurt the woman he claims to be doing it for; he does it anyway. Not very nice, Phil!

After making up his mind that Vito has to die, Tony angrily says, “It’s Vito’s own fault. Why couldn’t he stay where he was?” To which Silvio says, “Don’t beat yourself up about this.” Silvio sees right through Tony’s bluster; he knows it’s a defense mechanism against guilt. That’s another thing Silvio has in common with Melfi, who can also see right through Tony’s posturing. For example, in that same episode, when Tony is complaining about AJ and wishing Carmela hadn’t prevented him from using his father’s harsh parenting techniques, Melfi cuts right through the lies that he tells himself: he claims to believe that his father had the right idea, but she points out that really, he wishes Livia had protected him from Johnny the way Carmela protects AJ. (Side note, I’ve drafted a post about Silvio and Melfi as complementary consiglieri to Tony. Will probably post it at some point.)

I love overarching character parallels AND I also love single-episode character parallels. Parallel between Vito and Tony in “Moe ‘n’ Joe”: both try to adjust to a new status quo (for Vito, a quiet life with a boyfriend and a boring but legitimate job; for Tony, a wife with a career) but both give up, screwing over other people in the process (for Vito, Jim and the guy he killed on the way back to NJ; for Tony, Carmela).

Christopher to Julianna in 6x12 “Kaisha”: “It’s just weird being where [Tony]’s been.” Tony to Valentina in 4x08: “I don't want to be where Ralph Cifaretto has been.” You guys are so cringe.

Even though Carmela can finally work on her spec house again (yay!), I hope she doesn’t forget about Adriana.

I love how Carmine talks. He talks like he’s composing a business email.

#The Sopranos #Anna watches tv #Anna watches The Sopranos #x

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afaimsarrowverse · 2 years ago

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250(ish) Favorite Arrowverse Episodes: Part 3: 200-176

Picked from „Arrow“, „Black Lightning“, „Supergirl“, „Legends of Tomorrow“, „The Flash“, „Barwoman“ Season 1+2 and „Superman & Lois“ Season 1+2. I did consider kicking „Superman & Lois“ of this list, but since it pretended to be part of the Arrowverse for its first two seasons I left it on here.

200. White Knights (Legends of Tomorrow 1x4)

4, Written by: Sarah Nicole Jones, Phil Klemmer, Directed by: Antonio Negret

"Don't trouble yourself. I'm not a damsel in distress." "Good, because I'm not a white knight."

199. The Sound and the Fury (The Flash 1x11)

11, Written by: Alison Shapker, Brooke Eikmeier, Directed by: John Showalter

"Smart enough to figure out who Harrison Wells really is, you see I know his secret."

198. The Chicago Way (Legends of Tomorrow 2x8)

24, Written by: Sarah Nicole Jones, Ray Utarnachitt, Directed by: Ralph Hemecker

"Why am I not surprised? Wherever Darhk is, you're not too far away."

197. City of Heroes (Arrow 2x1)

24, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: John Behring

"The city still needs saving. But not by The Hood. Or some vigilante who's just crossing names off a list. It needs something... more." "It needs a hero, Oliver."

196. Kara (Supergirl 6x20)

126, Written by: Jessica Queller, Robert Rovner, Rob Wright, Derek Simon, Directed by: Jesse Warn

"Oh, Kira, I always have a point. Now, let's take a look at everything that Supergirl and Kara Danvers have accomplished separately. And then let's imagine what you could do if you became one integrated, authentic being."

195. The One with the Nineties (The Flash 7x6)

139, Written by: Kelly Wheeler, Emily Palizzi, Directed by: Jeff Byrd

"I think we just time traveled."

"For real? So we gonna party like it's 1998?"

194. Menagerie (Supergirl 4x12)

77, Written by: Robert Rovner, Daniel Beaty, Greg Baldwin, Directed by: Stefan Pleszczynski

„We protected the humans of this city by killing a monster. Not even Supergirl could do that."

193. Grinning from Ear to Ear (Batwoman 1x14)

14, Written by: Denise Harkavy, Directed by: Michael Blundell

"You're right. As long as I am with the woman who wears a mask, I'll always be wearing one myself."

192. The Flash is born (The Flash 1x6)

6, Written by: Jaime Paglia, Chris Rafferty, Directed by: Millicent Shelton

"Looks like you were born to take a beating."

191. The Legion of Doom (Legends of Tomorrow 2x10)

26, Written by: Phil Klemmer, Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: Eric Laneuville

"I mean, fair question. Why does a time-traveling speedster need to rely on anyone? Thawne's hiding something. Wouldn't you like to know what it is?"

190. Don’t Run (The Flash 4x9)

78, Written by: Sam Chalsen, Judalina Neira, Directed by: Stefan Pleszczynski

"The lesson I have prepped for today is much more simple. Life 101: there are no happy endings."

189. Land of the Lost (Legends of Tomorrow 2x13)

29. Written by: Keto Shimizu, Ray Utanarchitt, Directed by: Ralph Hemecker

"Rip? That really you?" "I don't know who I am anymore, Mr. Jackson."

188. Attack on Central City (The Flash 3x14)

60, Written by: Benjamin Raab, Deric A. Hughes, Todd Helbing, Directed by: Dermott Downs

"No matter what I do to stop Grodd, he just keeps finding new ways to attack, new ways to destroy, and I... Iris doesn't think I should, but the only way this ends is if I kill him."

187. Love is a Battlefield (The Flash 6x11)

125, Written by: Kelly Wheeler, Jeff Hersh, Directed by: Sudz Sutherland

"Neither one of you are ever gonna stop growing. I mean, marriage is like a tree. I mean, bear with me. Look, the branches, they grow from the center. They grow farther and farther away from the center, but what you have to remember is underneath, the roots? They're mirroring the branches. They're growing just as much. So you're growing your foundation. Now of course, you gotta tend to the soil, communicate with each other, take care of each other, look out for each other, but as the branches grow, so does your foundation. So you grow together."

186. Livewire (Supergirl 1x4)

4, Written by: Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, Caitlin Parrish, Directed by: Kevin Tancharoen

"No. Leslie Willis is dead. D-E-A-D. Dead. She died in that CatCopter of yours. This is Leslie 2.0. Livewire. And you and I... we're gonna have words."

185. Fadeout (Arrow 8x10)

170, Written by: Marc Guggenheim, Beth Schwartz, Directed by: James Bamford

"Of course, life will go on. It always does. But how? What twists and turns it will take, I can't say. I don't know what the future holds...except to say expect the unexpected. Oliver may be gone, but his mission endures. That mission lives on, Oliver lives on, in the people he inspired. Some will take that mission to the rest of the world...maybe even beyond that. Because if the past eight years has shown us anything...it's that this universe is far bigger than any of us could have dared imagine. Even if it is a little less bright without him in it."

184. Beyond Redemption (Arrow 4x4)

73, Written by: Beth Schwartz, Ben Sokolowski, Directed by: Lexi Alexander

"Living in this city, dealing with what we're dealing with right now? We're all desperate. We've all been made to do desperate things. Terrible things. But I got to believe that we are not beyond redemption. And I got to believe that this city can still be saved, 'cause once we stop believing that, that's when this city really dies. And us, us, right along with it. Maybe, just maybe, we start saving our home by saving ourselves first.“

183. Pilot (Arrow 1x1)

1, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: David Nutter

"The name of the island they found me on is Lian Yu. It's Mandarin for 'purgatory'. I've been stranded here for five years. I've dreamt of my rescue every cold black night since then. For five years, I have had only one thought, one goal: survive. Survive and one day return home. The island held many dangers. To live, I had to make myself more than what I was, to forge myself into a weapon. I am returning not the boy who was shipwrecked but the man who will bring justice to those who have poisoned my city. My name is Oliver Queen."

182. The Good, the Bad and the Cuddley (Legends of Tomorrow 3x18)

51, Written by: Marc Guggenheim, Phil Klemmer, Directed by: Dermott Downs

"All right. We're facing an army of Romans, Vikings, and pirates. But you know what today is? Today is the day that we prove that Rip did not sacrifice his life in vain! And today is the day that we prove that we are not losers! And today is the day that we earn the name 'Legends'!“

181. Draw back your Bow (Arrow 3x7)

53, Written by: Wendy Mericle, Beth Schwartz, Directed by: Rob Hardy

"I understand that you're hurting... and I know what it's like to want someone... but not be able to be with them. How you wish things could be different, but they can't. I can't be with you. I can't be with anyone. I have to be alone."

180. Suicide Squad (Arrow 2x16)

39, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Bryan Q Miller, Directed by: Larry Teng

"Give me a break, this ain't no task force. Let's call it like it is. Welcome to the Suicide Squad."

179. Uprising (Arrow 3x12)

58, Written by: Beth Schwartz, Brian Ford Sullivan, Directed by: Jesse Warn

"I've been gone and I'm sorry, sorry for what the city has had to endure in my absence. But you did endure it and the evidence of that struggle is lying at my feet. You did not fail this city and I promise I will not fail you by leaving it again."

178. Year’s End (Arrow 1x9)

9, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: John Dahl

"What do you want with me?" "What any archer wants. To see who's better. First Hunt, then Ravich, and now you. I know about the List, and the man who authored it wants you dead. They call you 'the Hood'. Let's see what you look like without it."

177. Armageddon Part 1 (The Flash 8x1)

152, Written by: Eric Wallace, Directed by: Eric Dean Seaton

„Like a superhero team-up with the Atom?“

176. Last Sons of Krypton (Superman & Lois 1x15)

15, Written by: Kristi Korzec, Michael Naducci, Brent Fletcher, Todd Helbing, Directed by: Tom Cavanagh

„All I wanted was a family, Kal.

„You had it. We were brothers.“

#Arrowverse #Favorite Episodes #Arrow #The Flash #Supergirl #legends of tomorrow #Batwoman #Superman & Lois

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crossoverglobaloutreach · 4 months ago

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SURPASSING PEACE

In light of the times we live in, integrity, common sense, righteous judgment and justice seem to be at a premium and found increasingly missing in the simplest of situations. We need calming and comforting words of understanding with earnest prayer to guard our hearts and minds in peace through Christ Jesus…

“Be anxious for nothing (unburden yourselves), but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding (peace that exceeds, overrides the incapacity to understand and positions you to understand from God’s perspective), will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus” (Phil.4:6-7).

Mind you, this comfort is not always for lack of asking Him - “You receive not because you ask not.” There are just those times where we are left with a deafening quiet that makes us think we are unheard… maybe forsaken. At this point, we could foolishly start picking daisies with saying, “He loves me, He loves me not…!” And, tragically begin to lose faith and the standard we have held in following Him passionately. Considering the Day we are in, with perversions of power mounting, love toward God comes under the threat of waxing cold. However, there is an abounding grace, a divine enabling to act from God in confronting sin’s increase for a greater and stronger faith that will see His glory! And Grace never seems to live alone in the New Testament, but is found in good company of her sister, Peace. Rom.1:7, “Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.” This statement used in continual greeting of the saints throughout the epistles is not to be taken lightly.

“And this One shall be peace” (Mic.5:5). “He is our peace…” (Eph.2:14). “…Prince of Peace. Of the increase of His government and peace there will be no end…” (Isa.9:6b-7a).

“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid” (John14:27).

God has a map of our horizons that He overshadows. History is already written in the annals of Heaven and it is all chronicled beneath His-story. While we ask again for God’s transforming power to change our situations or another word of rescue, in the deafening quiet He may be asking us what has been transformed in our thinking that makes us any different than the world thinks? When so much of the Church remains conformed to this world; without sign, wonder and miracle, why should there be another fast fix that leaves little difference in His image among us? The Lord is not running a university or a college that gives a degree for what our head thinks to have learned. His is a trade school where we are called to leave our lives at the door to receive His. All must become hands-on experience from Him taking us to His higher thought and way that are not ours. I fear that even we who cherish the revelation of His Word, may find our understanding inconsequential in standing up to the pressures that are building at this time. Unless we are taking our understanding to the bank of His interest with us where our life’s currency is exchanged, the test of fire will surely burn it up. The fellowship of the disciples was bent on what they heard, saw, touched and handled of that eternal Word and Life. This they passed on to us to be our fellowship as well! The peace He gives is for the fray and pray, not play. It is not passive, but active.

In the volume of the Lord’s thoughts and words, some are given as overtones, others as undertones, none without exceeding significance for walking with Him. The overtone would be the more prominent tone carried in the likeness of an instrument that first brings about a song, it’s melody. It is the song! To enrich the song, other instruments may be added: violins, cellos, trumpets, woodwinds… etc. each playing its own harmonious part in filling out the song masterfully. Its orchestral beauty makes it a song in want of never ending; unshakably branded in our hearts and minds. But if that one instrument (or voice) that holds the original melody should be removed, all else loses the line from which it was composed to fit.

My wife and I have led worship for years spending time going over songs new and old. From time to time, she’ll ask me if I remember a song that she begins to sing. Wonderingly, I’ve said to her, “I have no idea what that song is?” The conflict thus begins with her singing it again and me saying, “I’ve never heard it before!” Until I realize she is singing harmony (or the undertone) to the song, as she always has. It is not the melody itself, but the enrichment, the fill, the enhancement, so vital. Words of God bearing His overtone are the essence of our walk; they carry the “always, forever, every, surely…” factor. When understanding is not clear, the main melody remains as an anchor for our soul. Their endless ring are reminders to our spirit of an immovable place we have yet to abide in faith. He is in those words to be found and they are Him!

(Heb.13:5a) For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you."

(Rom.8:6) “For to be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life and peace."

(1 John4:16) “And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.”

(Lam.3:22-23)“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.

(Heb.13:8) Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Saints, the witness of the Holy Spirit that first bypassed our natural mind to bring His salvation, continues to call our heart and mind to His peace where we trust, obey and discern our need to “…pull down imaginations, human reasoning, tear down intellectual arguments and every lofty opinion that pits itself against the knowledge of the one true God, bringing every loose thought, emotion and impulse into the structure of life shaped by Christ…” (2 Cor.10:4-5 DCV). This is for our forward!

“And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful” (Col.3:15).

“You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You” (Isa.26:3).

"For David says concerning Him: ‘I foresaw the Lord always before my face, for He is at my right hand, that I may not be shaken'” (Acts 2:25).

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Here is the official turnaround of the final design I did of Namor for Wakanda Forever ! Which will be streaming soon on Disney+ I am so grateful that Ryan Coogler chose my design for the warrior look! I still can’t believe I got to design this iconic character. These designs were then sent to the costume designer Ruth Carter who, together with her team, did an amazing job materialized the costume you see on the big screen! The design process actually begun a year before the production started. It was a fun 2 months of explorations! During this time I worked under THE LEGENDARY Marvel Studios Visual Development Dept. headed by none other than the amazing Ryan Meinerding The team is an integral part in designing the Heroes and Villains of the MCU and Black Panther: Wakanda Forever was no exception. It was fun exploring the look of Namor as well as his people of Tlalocan early on. The necklace for Namor was a treat to design. Looking to Mayan glyphs and architecture for inspiration! But the break though would come in a dream! I would imagine that I was an artist living in that time and looking for work This was when I saw the 2 serpents on the necklace in my dream. Then I woke from my dream and started designing with Kukulkan in mind. I explained that the 2 serpents represented the duality of Kukulkan. He is the bringer of life and death. The pearl in the middle represents the sun/moon or life, so depending how you see it , the winged serpent is either giving you life or taking it away from you. I watched a lot of documentaries about the Mayans, the Olmecs and the Aztecs. I also looked at ancient indigenous people of the north, south Americas as well as in Asia. What are the similarities and differences I can push. I want to share so much more of my journey I learned more of the history of Mexico , the colonization of a people and the attempt of erasing of their language and culture. This was some of the sad parts of my research that made this journey a bit more emotional to me because I also come from a country colonized by Spain. I hope this insight to my design process is interesting to you. Marvel has always been an amazing place to work in, we are encouraged to really push our creativity and some of our keyframes even shape the script! Plus we get credited for our work in the artbooks! I am lucky to have worked along some amazing visual development artists, (concept artist and problem solvers) . Please check out their designs! Adi Granov , Phil Saunders, Phillip Boutté Jr. ,Josh Nizzi ,Wesley Burt ,Keith Christensen , Joshua James Shaw ... if I missed anyone I apologize ! And lastly to all the True Believers out there! to all the fans of the Marvel Comics and the MCU , thank you so much! I wouldn't be able to make a living doing what I love if it weren't for you fandom!

- Anthony Francisco (source)

#namor #mcu namor #concept art #art #anthony francisco #black panther: wakanda forever

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elias-code · 4 years ago

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The Feeling’s Mutual - c!Techno x Reader

PT 1 because I‘m taking too long lmao

Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!Reader, Philza, Quackity, Charlie S

Summary: [from an ask] The reader is kicked out by Quackity from Las Nevadas and was forced to roam around to look for somewhere to live and they end up in Techno’s cabin after passing out in the tundra. At first, you have a shared hatred of each other, but you end up warming up when you figure out he’s been making you breakfast.

Warnings: Exile, mild malnutrition, corruption

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“Ooh! I get to go visit you now! Like a vacation!” Charlie cheered.

“No, Charlie,” You sighed, continuing to follow him out of the city, “I’m getting exiled. I don’t think Quackity will let you visit me,”

He frowned, confused. He wasn’t the best at understanding broad concepts like exile and all the drama that brought it about. He just thinks you’re one of his best friends, and that Quackity is also his best friend. Now, Quackity was in no way your friend as you once were. He banished you for the dumbest thing, just because you challenged his integrity. Unbeknownst to Charlie, Quackity was giving away trade secrets, rigging elections and his casinos. You didn’t join him to scam people, you just wanted a new start after L’Manburg.

You walked with him in silence past the bright neon lights and street lamps of Los Nevadas. You were never going to be allowed back here, even though you built half of the damn place.

“So if Quackity doesn’t let me visit, can you visit me?” Charlie asked solemnly.

“Again, probably not,” You stuffed your hands in your pockets and half-smiled at him, “I don’t think he wants to see me back here. Ever,”

Where were you even going to go? No one would take you. Quackity had made many enemies, who were, in turn, yours, and now no one you were allied with alongside Quackity will be friendly except for Charlie. But Charlie was his lapdog, nothing could touch him and you weren’t going to be allowed around him anymore.

Your enemies list was vast, all the way up at the top, finally overtaking Technoblade, was Quackity. Congrats, Big Q, you piece of shit.

Charlie stopped at the end of the road, finally realizing this might be the last time you see each other. He wanted to cry, but he held it back. There’d always be hope, he could sneak out, you could sneak in. But you’d have to do it all in secret, and it just didn’t feel right to him.

“I’m gonna miss you, Charlie,” You said.

He smiled weakly at you and pulled you in for a slimy hug.

“We’ll see each other again someday,” He stated.

You wanted to believe that, but the pit in your stomach just sank further as the embrace came to an end. You’d have to get going, this would be the last time you see him, or Los Nevadas for that matter, in a long time at least.

You spent days wandering. Just as you suspected, no one would take you in. Not even Niki because of your governmental associations. You found the occasional scrap of meat or stale bread in some chests along the prime path, but you felt so sick to your stomach that it became hard to eat anything you found.

From the desert to the ocean to the plains to the tundra you roamed. You hunted with what little supplies you had.

There had been no food for days now, the snow was the only source of water within sight. There were no signs of life, no people, no animals, only the occasional dying tree to sleep under in the blistering cold. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the blizzard came.

Blinding white all around. The only sound audible was the whistling of the wind in the frozen, rotting branches above you. At this point, you’d gone numb, the only thing you could feel was your heart beating heavily in your chest as you lost consciousness.

“We couldn’t just leave them out in the snow, Techno! That’s just cruel!”

“They’re with Quackity, Phil. Don’t make me explain this again,”

“I’m not going to let you throw them back out,” Phil explained, “No one would willingly come here, Technoblade. They have a reason, I know it,”

You opened your eyes cautiously. It was warm, you were covered in a thick red cape and a few blankets, the fire next to you was roaring. Whatever argument was taking place had moved further into the distance, out of earshot.

Everything ached, but at least you were warm. You let yourself come to your senses. Maybe the exile was all a nightmare. Maybe Quackity wasn’t a dumb bitch after all. But where were you? Whose bed was this? Whose-

It’s Technoblade’s cape.

Your eyes widened as you shot up out of bed. The pain in your legs was sickening, but so was being in this man’s house. You ran to the fireplace and grabbed some sharp steel tongs, meant for poking at the logs, for protection. His footsteps moved closer, the conversation was over.

You brandished your weapon and prayed for dear life.

The door creaked open and he stepped through, shutting it behind him. He stared at you, looking down at the weapon and then back at the tossed bed. He looked unfazed by your threatening pose. You were more scared than he was.

“I lend you my cape,” Technoblade points at the bed, “And you decide the best move for you is to stab me?”

Guilt crept into your throat.

“What am I doing here?” You hissed at him.

“Phil found you under a tree,” He chuckled, “And decided he wanted to adopt someone else,”

“Aren’t you supposed to kill me or something?”

“Why? Should I?” He threatened, taking a step towards you.

You stepped back, bumping into the table behind you, “That- That’s what you do,”

“If it were up to me, you’d probably be buried in the snow by now.”

You scowled at him, rediscovering past hatred towards him and using that to fuel your rage.

“I’d rather be left out there,” You spat, “Not stuck in here with you-“

“Again, I agree, but Phil is the one you should be angry with if you don’t want to be here,” He rolled his eyes and held his hand out.

“I’m not giving this back to you,” You growled.

He stepped forward and snatched the spear out of your hand, tossing it behind him, out of reach. He leaned forward and hissed in your face, “Don’t try anything, kid,”

You swallowed your pride, weak and unarmed. Whether you liked it or not, you’d have to stay with him for a while. No one would take you in, so it was either deal with Technoblade or die. You might as well use this to your advantage.

Days went by where you never even saw Techno. Phil took care of you most of the time, but he didn’t have any room in his house with Wilbur being there and all, so you were forced to sleep in Techno’s cabin. It became easier and more manageable as time went on. The only time you ever really saw him were the latest hours of the night when he’d come home and, if you were lucky, at dawn when he left.

Breakfast usually materialized at your doorstep every morning around the same time. Sometimes it was yoghurt, sometimes fresh fruit, sometimes cold meat and oatmeal, but it was always delicious. You suspected Phil was behind the mysterious meals, that was until you asked him about it.

“I don’t think I ever said, but thanks for breakfast,” You smiled at Phil as you helped him load firewood into the horse’s saddlebags.

He looked at you, perplexed, to say the least.

“What breakfast? Don’t you just eat whatever Techno has?” Phil replied.

Your stomach turned, letting the past couple of weeks turn over in your head. You shouldn’t have assumed Phil was the one making your food. You should’ve asked before you just started gorging yourself every morning.

Phil watched as you turned pale and hopped on the horse. He thought that you just ate whatever Techno had in his pantries, and never questioned it. Now, all was revealed. Techno had been making you breakfast.

For most people living as a guest in someone else's house, having breakfast brought to their door would just be seen as a sweet thing, but it was dangerously blown out of proportions when it was your ex greatest enemy doing it without you even knowing. You silently reasoned with yourself that if he was going to poison you, you’d be dead already. That comforting fact backfired as you realised he could have killed you so easily. Your emotions were on a rollercoaster, and your stomach sank deeper and deeper as the more intrusive thoughts crept in.

You needed to catch him in the act. Something about The Blood God making you breakfast created sentiments of self-worth out of thin air. Part of you wanted to prove it to yourself, and part of you wanted to embarrass him for it.

The familiar shine of daybreak made the room glow orange. The fire had gone out that night, as it usually did, but the cold felt like nothing now that you had a mission to accomplish.

You slipped out of bed, clad in leggings and a simple green shirt. The floor was icy on your bare feet but you trodded out the door and down the stairs, heading for the kitchen.

The dining room was salmon-pink, highlighted by the bright orange flickering coming from the fireplace. It was already warmer down here than it was upstairs, the fire must’ve already been on for a while by now. The kitchen was out of view, but you could already smell fish frying from the base of the stairs.

Making your way through the archway, you spotted Techno’s red cape on its hook by the door next to the thick winter coat you loaned from Phil. Below them, both were black boots, sprinkled with half-melted snow. The floorboard below you creaked when you stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

Techno spun around, startled by the noise. His face flushed with guilt temporarily but was quickly replaced by a furrowed brow and confused eyes.

“What are you doing awake? It’s five,” He implored.

“I could smell the salmon,” You shrugged and moved towards him innocently.

He turned back to the fish and turned the stove off, sliding it onto a plate.

“What’re we eating today?”

“You just said,”

You scoffed and conceded. It was a dumb thing to ask, but he wasn’t supposed to answer. It was only meant to highlight the reality that you knew what he’d been doing. Nothing in his expression, now unreadable, made you think he didn’t know that you knew he’d been making you breakfast.

He gently pushed by you, letting his arm brush against yours. It made your heart skip a beat, probably out of fear, you told yourself. Your skin went cold, but you followed him into the next room where he put the dish on the table and gestured for you to sit.

“You don’t seem to hate me anymore,” You mumbled.

“I never said I hated you, just that I don’t like you,”

“Well, you don’t seem to not like me either,”

He blinked at you and sat across the table from you.

“Where are you going today?” You said with a mouthful of food, “To do mysterious things, I imagine,”

“I was going to stay here today, actually.”

You stopped eating.

“I finished my mysterious duties,” He mocked.

Well, he wasn’t going to budge on where he’d been going the past few nights, but that wasn’t particularly important right now. What caught your attention was that he was staying here for the day. Again, meaningless to most people, but with him, it was surprising.

He began snickering, just at your face.

“I was never the one that hated you,” He laughed, “You were the one who brandished that poker at me,”

Your face flushed red with embarrassment, “I can be resourceful, at least,”

He continued to laugh at you, the absurdity of the situation hitting him with full force. Right now you wished you could hit him with full force.

“Alright, alright,” He took a deep breath, “I do have some questions for you,”

You looked up at him, annoyance plastered on your face.

“Shoot,”

“Why are you here instead of Las Nevadas?”

“Because Quackity kicked me out, and-“

“How did you know I made you breakfast?” He cut you off.

“I asked Phil, but-“

“Why did Quackity kick you out?”

“I asked him too many questions, just-“

“Do you still hold any loyalty to him?”

“No, but-“

“Questionnaire over, thank you for participating,” He stood up and excused himself from the table, heading back to the kitchen.

Techno never left again after that. He stuck around and made an effort to make you annoyed and uncomfortable every chance he could get. It was becoming a sort of game with him, and you were more than happy to play along. It made it easier to get along with him in general. There’d be no more dreading seeing him, no more awkwardness surrounding your avoidance.

Now, you had other things to be awkward about. If you passed each other a bit too close in a doorway, when you tripped over a rug in the living room, the fact that you were sleeping in his bed, the abrupt flirtatious nature of the man you were now sharing a room with.

You never really thought about it, but before he moved back into his room onto a makeshift bed, he’d been sleeping on the couch. He’d wake you early in the morning when he’d get up to make breakfast, and whenever he did leave to run errands, he’d wake you late at night when he came home.

One morning, around eight, he woke you purposefully.

“Get dressed, I want to show you something,” he whispered, gently shaking you.

You groggily complied and eventually found your way to the front door where he was waiting for you.

“No breakfast?” You asked.

“Breakfast after,” He said, opening the door.

He was dressed in his usual clothes, but he carried a large satchel with him. Inside were different scraps of leftover meat and some bones. He didn’t tell you what for, but you were too tired to ask anyway.

You followed him through the fresh snow, crunching under your feet. It was drowned out by mindless conversation that you both kept up to stay awake. He brought you to a distant hill in a clearing, where a cliffside was awaiting. The conversation stopped as he told you to wait, and he went over to the wall and pressed a rock into the stone.

You could faintly hear the sound of pistons firing before the rock slid down slotted into the floor.

The sound of dogs barking filled the forest as hundreds of dogs and puppies spilt out of the entrance. Most of them went running to Techno, who was now holding the bag aloft, out of reach from the dogs. Some of them ran to you, their tails wagging happily at their new potential playmate.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He shouted.

“Holy-“ You stopped and pet the large, black dog that jumped on you, “Where’d you get so many dogs?”

“Long story,” He began to throw chunks of meat into the writhing pile of hounds, who were now obsessively sniffing you.

“I do this three times a week,” he said as he made his way over to you, “It’d get done a lot faster if you could help now that you’re living here full-time,”

“Wait,” You looked at him blankly, “Full-time?”

“That’s the idea,”

You thought for a moment, “Where am I going to sleep?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he said, handing you some chunks of meat to throw.

By the time Techno’s bag was empty, it was almost noon. He shephered them back into the cavern and shut the door behind them. They were very well trained, when he commanded them all to sit once they got inside, there was no hesitation. The puppies were confused at first, but they followed along with the pack flawlessly.

Leaving the clearing, you talked with him freely about your plans for the future at the cabin. It didn’t mean you’d live there forever, knowing Techno, he might end up being hunted out of the tundra eventually. But for now, you were sticking with him.

It was strsnge to think that you were once mortal enemies, staring each other down on the battlefield with nothing but rage coursing through your veins. Now, you were cheerily chatting about what it would be like to settle down together. Between the two of you, mutual feelings of respect and redemption. The distrust was long since buried.

#c!techno x reader #c!technoblade x reader #techno x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno dsmp #dsmp x reader #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt x reader #mcyt #eli exile #elias original

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feelingofcontent · 3 years ago

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DNP Rewatch: Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE!

Date video was published: 02/13/2017 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 335

The first joint main channel video of 2017! Dan teased it on Twitter... 😳

0:03 - Dan is immediately shocked that Punk Edits was two whole years before this

0:15 - yeah they took it a step too far...foreshadowing for this video?

0:36 - “what the heck is a pastel edit?” great question. also Dan’s little face-lean-in thing that they’ve fully zoomed in on 🥺

0:54 - “it’s a vibe. it’s a way of life” lol Phil

1:04 - Dan is really going over-the-top here with the description

1:19 - “now I’m hungry” um, Phil what is that look though 👀 and then Dan with “you’d just start biting me wouldn’t you” ...sure

1:31 - getting some insight into Phil’s personality and Dan looks so fond about it

1:49 - yeah Dan has no room to talk about a specific style on Phil's part here

2:08 - Phil leaving in this little curl-admiring clip. and of course he has to touch 😭 or at least trying to be supportive until he says “tail of a pig” lol at Dan’s appalled face

2:19 - Dan coming in giggling after a jump cut

2:23 - “what the people want” DNP have said a couple of things like this in videos around this point...already thinking about II maybe

2:35 - that got a big Phil laugh especially since he’s definitely already seen these

3:11 - they are so disturbed by this image 😂 the center of that mood board is a photo from Phil’s Instagram

3:21 - Phil lean. Dan is struggling with just letting go and making content that serves no purpose but fun. Phil’s sarcasm is coming out too and I love it

3:41 - he really went all out for this...borrowing sheets wow hahaha

3:55 - the blobfish that Dan gave Phil...I like that Dan says it represents him even though it’s Phil’s

4:15 - Phil is too loud to be pastel according to Dan

4:30 - Phil is so defensive about the sheet-washing thing. did people really ask him that as if there wasn’t time between videos to do laundry?

4:37 - Phil did a correct air quote! and Dan knows exactly what is coming with this because Phil must have showed him when he searched it initially

4:59 - more Phil bringing Dan onto his channel just to dress him up! This is not nearly as bad as SURVIVE AUSTRALIA or ANIME COSPLAY! though

5:20 - “do I get to embrace Cole Sprouse?...then what’s the point” loud Dan!

5:28 - Phil just laughing while Dan struggles is a vibe; also does Dan not realize he needs to put the jumper on first

5:45 - that is...a position 😳

5:49 - ...was that zoom-in necessary

5:52 - “Phil strapping me up on camera...there’s a certain audience for this on the internet” 😂

6:01 - I love the “builder that works in a cloud factory” description and Dan 100% agreeing with it

6:14 - so many “chewing ice” moments in this video

6:28 - none of those blues match but that’s fine

6:30 - Phil undoing his pants directly in front of the camera as Dan stares at the screen and sings “stripping” music is...something. and they left it in. 👀 the frosted-glass closet definitely started getting more see-through in 2017

6:38 - “don’t look!” zooms in on his own ass in the mirror...

6:50 - yeah those pants are very tight

7:16 - love Dan laughing at Phil saying spending £2 was going “all out”

7:25 - too late! Dan immediately covering his mouth is great

7:33 - Dan is not wearing that correctly

7:40 - “I’m obsessed with your curl Dan” in the literal softest voice...help 😭

7:52 - “Danny” and Phil with the smirk at the camera

8:03 - oh I had forgotten how common the “scientists can’t tell” thing was

8:24 - Dan announcing “I want to compliment you” before saying it is so much. 🥺 and Phil, mr “compliments stick with me,” looks so pleased

8:38 - everything must be pastel! they could have just used the hello kitty one

8:46 - Phil tongue-thing! he is not trying to avoid the dripping at all

9:01 - Phil is doing this so softly

9:06 - Dan questioning his purpose and Phil just being like “there’s no integrity here” 😂 Phil is just the demon of temptation to the place of fun

9:25 - yeah Phil always seems fine with creating “#content” that is not serious, while Dan worries about it a lot, especially for his channel

9:30 - okay, I love that tattoo actually

9:39 - more over-the-top Dan being a bit sarcastic about all this

9:49 - Phil saying “ass” is definitely a post-2016-baking thing

9:53 - this reminds me of that bit in the Crafts video which is one of the funniest things Phil has ever said

10:03 - “meaty bicep” Dan is obsessed with Phil’s arms and I don’t blame him

10:19 - that one is really pretty too

10:23 - “it complements your eyes” this one is too sincere for camera; have to do the gag noise

10:34 - Dan really thinks he’s going to get out of this...he does not succeed

11:00 - that tattoo is also pretty. Phil’s having a bit of a chewing-ice moment here

11:24 - “where the dentist isn’t going to see” important considerations and Dan just saying “penis...penis tattoo” what 😂

11:52 - Phil is immediately screaming

11:55 - Dan with the gentle touches now and then immediately adjusting the final styling

12:21 - that was extremely close 😨

12:31 - yes, this is where they should stop. and the stage where they decided to take a selfie that Dan used to promo the video

12:41 - more gagging at being too sincere

13:03 - “surf of the edge of a waterfall” sounds a bit intense there, Phil

13:15 - Dan doing his best Eeyore impression

13:39 - Dan is fully committed to this bit and Phil REALLY wants it to end immediately

13:57 - Phil with the little touches

14:21 - Dan literally thinks anything suits Phil

14:38 - well Phil will change his hair in 2018...just not to that!

15:03 - Dan did some more embracing of pastel “DanielDreamX” on Instagram after this...also a little hint at the coming rebrand

15:29 - “curly Dan is here to stay” just slipping that in as well so the audience is prepared for that

This whole video is so fond; I love it. Definitely one of my comfort DNP videos. Though Dan is something else...he alternates between being really sarcastic, actually sincere, and just getting excited about the styling. It’s like he can’t decide if he’s upset or not about just making “fun” content with no serious purpose. He talks a bit about struggling with this much later on in the Pizza Mukbang video.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #amazingphil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #phil lester #amazingphil videos #Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE!

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i decided it would be fun to doodle my whole getting into dsmp timeline and keep a record of it for myself! notes for myself under the cut :)

Sometime late in the November of November 16th fame, I started getting back into minecraft YouTube again and I could not tell you for the life of me exactly what I was watching that lead to it but I became a big fan of Ghostbur and watched lots of clips compilations of him and by extension tommy. I didn’t watch any of Nov 16 or anything but I was a hardcore Ghostbur fan and his goofy but often sad antics in New Lmanburg, the family drama with Phil and Fundy, were really what captivated me about dsmp lore this lead to me checking out dsmp people on twitch, so I followed a raid onto ranboo on the day he joined and from then on I was a ranboo main! I watched him like everyday, I got super invested in his lore as it began, and I remember desperately hoping he’d hang out with phil because I thought he was cool and I think I remember ranboo looking up to him too (so you can imagine my excitement when soon into new lmanburg they started to actually hang out!)

this continued through doomsday into january when foolish joined, who I initially did not actually like- I just didn’t vibe with his day one stream when I watched a bit. But then I saw someone who screenshotted part of his summer home (the first big arch he did after the snake statue) and I was flabbergasted, so I tuned into a building stream. And I found foolish was… extremely funny! He’s really silly so his humor is never about putting anyone down for any reason, he had a great rapport with chat that has never changed, and he is an amazing builder. those streams were enthralling, because even doing something as tedious as building can be he always keeps me completely entertained

so slowly, as we moved from February to March, I stopped watching ranboo a lot (especially because I found his nighttime beeduo streams boring at best, so less and less of his content appealed), and started to become a true foolish main! I got really into the egg plot, I started to wane a lot in my liking of c!ranboo, and by the time ranboo moved to the uk I had stopped watching him entirely. of course, this is during prison arc, which is when my passing love of cc!dreams acting like in the exile negotiations and doomsday started to become a lot more serious investment in c!dream

now, back in that first fall, I had also been recommended via YouTube (no surprise) minecraft manhunt, which I devoured as soon as possible, so I liked Dream but it’s not even as if he streamed or made content much (and I was admittedly afraid of how fervently people disliked him and would attack fans of him), but as I moved to foolish, and had been entrenched in these ccs for long enough, I started to like allow myself to really enjoy him and he and foolish balanced out perfectly bc foolish did almost daily content and dream did rare bursts!

of course, roughly last fall karl hit it off with foolish and started consistently joining his streams, and from there I really fell deep into this friend group of ccs, dtqk+, and became a big watcher of Karl alt streams and, eventually, Tina!! Foolish integrating into that group with Karl, Quackity, and eventually Dream really brought me a lot of joy :) their content and humor really clicks with me

I’m currently very happy with where I’m at: finally have somewhere I can comfortably just ramble about these people I enjoy instead of getting by on lurking, and dump art I make instead of having it rot on my phone!

#lynx draws #lynx says things #dsmp fanart #foolish gamers #dreamwastaken #philza #karl jacobs #dream fanart #foolish g fanart #philza fanart #ranboo #ranboo fanart #um I wanted to tag it for organization slash consistency but now I’m like #oh man ppl will see this #dsmp timeline #<— maybe I’ll do an updated one someday :)

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dailyniallnews · 3 years ago

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How Niall Horan And Modest! Golf Are Changing The Game

Niall Horan has quickly become one of the most influential people in golf.

His company, Modest! Golf, manages a diverse group of players, runs tournaments and has recently joined forces with The R&A to inspire more young people to play the game.

His vision and passion is going to help shape an exciting and buoyant future for our sport.

How it all began

Horan has been a keen golfer his whole life.

Through his friendships with tour players, including Rory McIlroy and Justin Rose, and while spending time at European Tour events, he realised there was an opportunity to help younger pros at the start of their careers.

He teamed up with good friend Mark McDonnell, who has over 16 years of experience in the sports industry, and that dream became a reality in the form of Modest! Golf in May 2016.

You might think Horan’s profile and wealth – his 41 million Twitter followers is comfortably more than the world’s top ten golfers combined and he has an estimated net worth of around $70m – would make it easy for him, but the golf industry can be a tough nut to crack.

“It was hard to gain credibility at the start,” Horan admits.

“The nos and bumps in the road were a bit harsh. Trying to gain credibility with the players and within the industry itself was tough.

“But a couple of decisions we made early doors were important – we wanted to be involved with events and wanted young, up-and-coming players before taking on a top-50 player. The roots of the company were good.”

From those strong roots, Modest! Golf has flourished.

Just five years after launching, it’s now in a position to significantly influence the present and future of the sport. It’s a great place to be, but Horan’s aspirations from the outset were – excuse the pun – more modest.

“Niall never came to me and said, ‘I can change the face of the game’,” says McDonnell.

“Niall always recognised he had a part he could play, but clearly to change the face of the game takes a number of different people and stakeholders. But we’re trying to do our bit.

“We are a management company that manages players, but we also recognise that through great talent, some initiatives, the network we’ve built and Niall’s following, we can have a positive impact.”

The importance of inclusivity

Modest! has men, women and disability golfers on its books.

“Inclusivity is what our business is about and it’s what our business stands for,” says McDonnell.

“One of my standout moments was announcing Brendan Lawlor (in September 2019). For us, the ladies’ category and disability golf are two of the biggest growth areas.

“If we can help elevate them and put some people who we represent on a bigger platform to talk about them more, we feel it’s something we want to do.”

That became a reality this summer with the ISPS Handa World Invitational taking place at Galgorm Castle in Northern Ireland from July 29-August 1, and Lawlor hosting (and winning) the World Invitational Disability Tournament.

The men’s and women’s event was sanctioned by the European Tour, LPGA Tour and Ladies European Tour and featured 144 men and 144 women playing alongside each other for an equal share of the $2.35million purse.

“Things like equal pay in the tournament are what we can do to get things off the ground,” says the former One Direction man.

“Then that gets headlines, and we start getting calls from big organisations and we’re working together all of a sudden. Having the support of ISPS and Dr Handa has been huge for us. We can have all these ideas, but we do need help to get it over the line.

“Anything that we’ve asked of ISPS Handa, they’ve been brilliant. We’ve been so lucky that they’ve seen the little bit we may be able to give to the game, and the tours as well.

“It’s very important to have the European Tour, the LET and the LPGA all on the same page.”

Shaping the future

Perhaps the most significant call Modest! has received came from The R&A, which resulted in it being asked to help design and develop a series of grassroots programmes aimed at inspiring more people into golf and retaining them within the sport.

In true form, Horan was playing golf when McDonnell told him The R&A had reached out.

“I nearly fell over because I thought ‘this is amazing, this is what we’ve been waiting for’.

“Straight away we got on calls with Martin Slumbers (chief executive of The R&A) and Phil Anderton (chief development officer at The R&A) and they were brilliant. They’re really forward-thinking. Not what I thought The R&A would be like, as mad as that sounds.”

So what happens now, and when can we expect to see some concrete plans coming from Modest! and The R&A?

“It’s not a quick process and they aren’t going to throw money at anything just to see if it sticks,” McDonnell explains.

“We’re taking our time to speak to as many different groups as we can to start putting together some really meaningful programmes. Hopefully they will resonate with a lot of people who don’t play or play rarely.”

Horan and McDonnell believe the August 2020 appointment of Anderton, who has worked at Coca-Cola, as chief executive of Scottish Rugby Union and Hearts FC and chief marketing officer of the ATP in tennis, is extremely significant.

“Phil Anderton is a great guy and has a really interesting background of disrupting sports in a credible way,” says McDonnell.

“For example, he was behind the tennis at the O2 Arena. We don’t want to take golf in a completely different area, down the tacky or publicity route. Niall and I are quite traditional. We like golf how it is – it just needs a few tweaks to make it more appealing.”

The recognition that golf is a brilliant game that just requires the odd tweak and a bit of work to improve its reputation and communication to non-golfers is absolutely integral.

Horan and McDonnell recognise many of the barriers that exist, but they’re also aware there’s a huge opportunity to grow the game.

“The barriers are quite obvious,” says McDonnell.

“The speed has always been heavily criticised, the cost, the fashion. Our role is to work with The R&A to see how we can bring those barriers down to allow more people to experience golf.

“We know it’s a game you can get the bug for really quickly. We’re not reinventing the wheel, but it’s about working with a massive organisation to create more opportunities for people to be introduced to the game, and then how we retain them.

“This isn’t a problem where we’ve got no one to sell the game to, because there are so many people who don’t play. For us, it’s a massive opportunity and a really exciting challenge to try and tap into those non-golfers. There’s a massive market of young people who want to take up sports, and we’ve seen there’s been a huge increase in cycling, so golf has a massive opportunity.

“We feel we can do it without saying ripped jeans are allowed on the course. You’ve got to maintain a level of tradition, but we shouldn’t be having a hoo-ha if somebody wears a hoody on a golf course.”

Horan adds: “It’s the people at the top now who need to move the needle. Augusta National with the Drive, Chip and Putt and the Women’s Amateur; The R&A doing this.

“It’s all going to start to move the needle. It’s those at the top who are going to make it happen, and we’re going to help them.”

#niall horan #article #06aug21

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Syndicate Foster AU Chapter One

No one knew much about Philza Minecraft. Ranboo was pretty sure that that was because Philza Minecraft wanted it that way, and what Philza Minecraft wanted, he got.

Not in a bad way. The man was a good one, an oxymoron in the world of rich people Ranboo saw on the news when he bothered to watch it. He didn’t come up often––that’s what happens when you choose not to be known––but Ranboo had yet to see him wrapped up in any sort of scandal.

The list of unknowns about Philza was long to anyone outside his circle, and for Ranboo, it had just gotten longer. As he sat in the chair outside the social worker’s office, purple backpack hugged close in his lap, he couldn’t get the question out of his mind: Why in the world would some billionaire choose to foster a teenager?

Fostering anyone was enough of a question. Fostering a sixteen year old, only two years away from ageing out, was downright baffling.

Ranboo picked at a hangnail. It didn’t matter how he turned it over in his head. It just didn’t make sense. The whole thing felt far too weird, and not nearly real enough.

He looked past his worn out sneakers to the hallway around him. The linoleum floor was peeling where it met the wall, and the wall’s paint wasn’t faring much better. Everything was the same shade of grey, like snow when it turned into slush. Through the confused haze filling his mind, Ranboo hoped Philza’s house had some sort of color.

The door opening next to him made Ranboo jump. His social worker stepped out first, followed by Philza. Ranboo shot to his feet, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

Philza smiled at him. “You ready to go, mate?” He was shorter than Ranboo. Ranboo did not like being taller than Philza Minecraft.

He nodded silently. Philza had a manilla folder in his hand. Ranboo’s file, holding everything the system needed him to know about the kid he was fostering. Ranboo had never actually gone through it himself. He’d never had a reason to, but now, knowing someone else had seen it, he was curious. What did it say? Did it list his problems? If it did, was his insomnia one of them?

His social worker smiled at him. “You’re all set, Ranboo,” she said. “I hope you have a good experience.” The last part was quiet, meant for Ranboo alone. There was no reason to plant doubt in Philza’s head about his parenting skills.

Ranboo felt his throat closing up. He’d never been around Ms. Parks much, past the times she handled his movements between houses, but she was still the most constant figure in his life. “Thanks, Ms. Parks,” he said tightly.

Philza gestured towards the elevator. Time to leave again, to go blindly to a new home with no idea how long it would last. Tightening his grip on the backpack’s strap, Ranboo led the way in and pressed the button for the ground floor. They were quiet on the way down, on the walk through the lobby, out the doors, and to the black limousine waiting out front. Philza gestured for Ranboo to get in first, then sat down across from him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked, nodding at the backpack.

Ranboo, who’d become a little transfixed by the striped green bucket hat Philza hadn’t taken off since… ever, actuall, now that he thought about it, scrambled to answer. “I––uh––yeah.” He glanced down at the bag self-consciously. Was it not enough? Was he supposed to have more?

Philza didn’t look mad at him. He just smiled and said, “We’ll go get you some more stuff soon, then.”

Ranboo froze. “Oh, you don’t need to do that, Mr. Minecraft, it’s fine, really. I don’t need anything else––”

Philza held up a hand, and Ranboo fell silent. “First, you can just call me Phil, mate. Second, I want to. We need to get you a uniform for school too, and a laptop, I bet.”

A laptop? A uniform? Ranboo was starting to wish they’d told him what being fostered by Philza Minecraft would involve. “I’m sorry… a school uniform? Why do I need a uniform?” Panic started climbing in his throat. He’d assumed that he’d just be going to the same school he’d attended for the past few years.

Apparently, Phil planned differently. “You’re going to go to Kinoko High School,” he explained. “It’s where Techno and Niki go to school. Speaking of, are you ready to meet them? Do you have any questions?”

Technoblade and Niki Nihachu, Phil’s two adopted children. No one knew where they’d come from. The two were unrelated, but shared the same shockingly pink hair and hatred for the media. Unfortunately for Ranboo, that hatred cut off his mental profile there. Everything else on the internet about the two was speculation and rumors. Actually…

“Is it true that Niki punched a reporter once?” he asked tentatively.

He’d been worried Phil would get defensive. It wasn’t really his business, after all, what the Minecraft children did. But, much to his surprise, Phil laughed. “It is,” he said. “But the reporter had it coming. She’s really very nice when you get to know her, as long as you’re not a dick.”

Naturally, Ranboo immediately began going through everything he’d ever done to see if he’d committed some terrible atrocity that had slipped through the cracks in his memory. He was tempted to ask what exactly the reporter had done, just to compare it to his life, but decided to leave it alone for the day, and offered a weak chuckle of his own to match Phil’s.

“Techno’s a good kid too, of course,” Phil added. “Just… they’re both a bit quiet. They’ll probably give you plenty of space.”

“Oh.” Ranboo bobbed his head, hoping it would suffice as a reaction. It was actually a relief to hear that he wouldn’t be expected to integrate into the role of sibling immediately. The day was already making him tired, and the feeling only intensified as he looked ahead to his arrival at the house. House? He suddenly realized he didn’t know where Phil lived.

“Where are we driving?” he asked, looking out the window. It was all the same buildings he knew, rising above eye level into the sky. Secretly, he hoped for a house somewhere a little away from the city. A big backyard sounded cool. And a dog. A dog would be nice.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. “Pog Tower,” Phil said. “We’ve got the penthouse at the top.” The route they’d been driving towards the center of the city suddenly made sense.

“Oh,” Ranboo said, and sank a little farther into the seat cushions. Not that he wasn’t grateful. It would be better than the monotones of the group home, at least. Maybe they had a cat, or a fish. It would be great.

His time to convince himself of that dwindled even faster as the limo pulled into the semicircle drive in front of the tower. Big plants lined the sidewalk and stairs, flowy green leaves going all the way to the big revolving glass doors. Ranboo had the sudden feeling that his stomach had dropped into hell and left the rest of him behind.

His legs felt like nerveless attachments as he got out of the car, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. Phil walked around the car and stopped next to him. He glanced at Ranboo. “Ready?”

Considering how much he felt like an ant right now, Ranboo was getting very scared of how much time he was going to spend at the top of this building. What if he fell out a window? How long would it take him to hit the ground and become a grease spot?

“Yeah,” he said, and cringed. His voice had gone up an octave.

Phil gave him a sympathetic look. “Let’s go, then,” he said kindly, and led the way inside.

The lobby was even nicer than the entrance. The floor was all marble tile, spanning what had to be at least half the bottom floor of the tower. A receptionist sat at a kiosk-desk-thing in the center of the room. It had a top made of smooth black glass. Behind her, an elevator with gold-looking doors taller than Ranboo was centered in the wall.

Phil walked past the receptionist with a smile and a nod, which she returned. On his way past, Ranboo tried to mimic the greeting, but it ended up as an awkward ducking of his head. The receptionist smiled anyway. She was paid to do that.

Just that small screw up made the trip to the elevator feel like an eternity. It was an astronomical relief when the doors shut, Phil leaning forward to insert a key into the slot beside the switchboard and press the button that would take them to the top floor.

“You don’t need to talk to anyone if you don’t want to, when you’re coming in,” he told him when he straightened back up, slipping the key back into his suit pocket.

“Oh. Cool.” In Ranboo’s head, he sighed loudly. It was probably just him, but he felt like living on the tower was going to take a lot more social interaction than he was used to.

The elevator ascended fast enough to give Ranboo the free-fall sensation of a roller coaster before slowing down and stopping with a pleasant ding!. Ranboo had time to exhale once more before the doors were sliding open, and he was greeted by a living room bigger than the cafeteria at the group home, currently occupied by two teenagers arguing over a binder on the glass coffee table. At the elevator’s chime, they abruptly cut off. The girl slammed the binder shut, and they both turned to face him.

Niki Nihachu and Technoblade looked as similar as they were different. Niki came up to Techno’s shoulder. She had on a black sweater and jeans, pink hair falling loose around her shoulders. Her build was that of a distance runner’s. Ranboo vaguely remembered some old photo posted of her at a track meet.

Technoblade had a pair of thin-framed glasses and grey sweats. His braided hair was long enough that when he’d spun around, it whipped over his shoulder. Dark bags hung under his eyes, though they were sharp and analytical as he looked at Ranboo. The crumpled Monster cans next to him offered an explanation.

No one spoke for an uncomfortable amount of time. Finally, Phil waved. “Hey guys, this is Ranboo.” Ranboo felt a piece of his soul shrivel up and die.

Techno and Niki looked at Phil. They looked at Ranboo, then looked at each other. Then, the two lifted their hands and gave him a perfectly synchronized wave. Were they sure they weren’t twins? “Hey, Ranboo,” Niki said.

“Um. Hi. Did you guys practice that?” Ranboo asked nervously, clutching the backpack’s strap tighter.

“Yeah,” Techno said, grinning. Ranboo felt slightly less scared. “We thought it was funny.”

Ranboo bobbed his head wordlessly. What could he say? If he’d been watching and not scared out of his mind, he’d agree.

“Guys, maybe avoid the pretending to be psychically connected for a few days,” Phil said.

“This happens often?” Ranboo squeaked.

Niki shrugged. “Pretty much, yeah.”

The pair hadn’t moved from in front of the coffee table, both in positions that prevented Ranboo from looking at the binder they’d been fighting over. He glanced between the two, but their faces betrayed nothing except for calm friendliness.

“Well,” Phil interrupted the silence, stepping to the side, “Your room is upstairs. I can show you where it is, and you can hang out up there or down here until dinner. It’s whatever you want, really.”

Thank god, an opportunity to hide. Ranboo almost led the way to the stairs, but stopped himself. “Sure,” he said. Then to Techno and Niki, “It was nice meeting you.” Was that okay to say to new siblings? It was probably stupid.

Niki grinned. It was a sharp expression on her face. “Nice to meet you too.” She and Techno watched Phil and Ranboo until they were at the top of the stairs, then turned back to the binder and started arguing again in whispers. Ranboo resisted the urge to glance back.

At the top of the stairs, Phil led him down a short hallway and stopped at the second door on the left. “Since we weren’t sure what you like, we left it mostly plain,” he said. “We can decorate it and stuff soon, though.”

“I’m sure it’s great how it is,” Ranboo said.

“Nah, it’s boring. I want you to like it.” Phil stuck his hands in his pockets. “Anyway, we’ll be around. If you want to hang out or need anything, just come tell one of us. You can do whatever until dinner. I’ll send Techno up when it’s ready.”

“Awesome.” Ranboo gave him one last smile and waited in the center of the room until Phil left, closing the door behind him. He sighed. Dear god, that was exhausting. Maybe he’d actually be able to sleep tonight.

There wasn’t much to do on his own. Ranboo set his bag down on the dresser and tossed the sets of clothing inside without much care how they landed. Then, he launched himself onto the bed and just… kind of laid there.

He wasn’t even sure what to think about. The house? How big it was? How it actually seemed kind of like a home, and not some rich person’s museum-slash-autobiography? Whatever Niki and Techno were arguing about? They definitely didn’t want either Ranboo or Phil to know what it was.

Ranboo closed his eyes. Purple spots floated behind his eyelids. Sometimes, he liked to try to watch the patterns, but it usually ended with feeling like he was free falling through the void.

A knock on the door jolted Ranboo out of sleep. “Yeah? Uh, come in?” he called.

The door creaked open just enough for him to see one of Techno’s eyes. “Dinner,” he said.

“Oh. Awesome.” Had it really been that long? Ranboo wasn’t really hungry; he’d actually rather go back to sleep, or whatever had made the time pass like that, but he stood up anyway. “I’ll be down in a second.”

“Awesome.” Ranboo thought he saw Techno flash him a thumbs up, but then the guy was gone, muffled steps walking down the carpeted hallway to the stairs.

Ranboo stretched his arms over his head and groaned quietly. Dinner. He could do that. He could do that, and then he could go back to sleep and be done with people for the day. Slowly, he shuffled over to the door. Just eat dinner and sleep.

Phil made dinner. Ranboo wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t expecting that, but it was probably related to his general impression of rich people. He cringed a little at how clearly wrong he was, at least about this family. Especially because Phil had made mac and cheese.

It was freaking good mac and cheese too, he thought as he ate, carefully watching the others to make sure he wasn’t eating the wrong way. So far, he was doing well.

The four of them sat at a big table in the kitchen. Niki and Techno sat next to each other across from Ranboo, who was alone next to an empty chair. When he first saw it, he thought maybe it was Phil’s, but then Phil had taken the seat at the head of the table. Through the entire meal, Ranboo’s gaze was drawn to the chair and the question if someone was missing from their group.

“So, Ranboo,” Niki said casually, like they’d been friends for a while and this wasn’t the first conversation she’d ever initiated with him. Ranboo looked up and put down his fork to make sure she knew he was listening. “You start school the day after tomorrow, right?”

Ranboo glanced at Phil for confirmation before nodding. “Yeah.” He was actually doing his best not to think about it. Everytime he did, his heart sped up unpleasantly and his knee started bouncing and a lot of thoughts he didn’t have space for crowded his mind. He was eternally grateful for Sunday tomorrow, giving him a bit of a reprieve before he was thrown into it.

“I thought we’d go shopping tomorrow.” Phil joined the conversation with such ease that Ranboo almost stared. “We need to get you your uniform and some supplies. I also thought a new backpack would be nice. But if you want to stick with the one you’ve got, that works, too,” he added quickly.

Ranboo thought of the seam starting to rip on one of the straps. “No, a new bag would be awesome.”

“Great. It’s settled. Techno, Niki, do you two want to come?”

The two shared a glance and nodded.

“Alright. We’ll go to the mall at ten tomorrow, I think. Does that sound good, Ranboo?” Phil asked. Everyone was suddenly watching him. Ranboo nodded quickly, if only to make them stop.

“Did you get your schedule yet?” Techno asked, looking at his plate instead of Ranboo.

“No.” Was he supposed to have one?

“We’ll get it tomorrow with your other things,” Phil told him.

“Oh. Okay.”

When dinner was finished, Techno and Niki were the first to get up. “We have homework,” were their parting words, and then they were out the door with a surprising lack of sound. The silence held until their doors closed a few moments later.

Phil set down his fork and turned his attention to Ranboo. “I’m gonna head off too, mate. The office called, and they want me to head in for a few hours tonight. Unless you need me to stay?”

“Oh, no, I’m fine,” Ranboo rushed out. Time alone would be good. He always found it easier to breathe when there were less people in the house.

“If you’re sure,” Phil said, standing. “Techno and Niki will help if you need anything, and my numbers are on the coffee table. You should probably put them in your phone anyway.”

Ranboo imagined the battered old model he had upstairs. The corner was bashed in from being dropped a few too many times, and the 5 button was fickle. He cringed a little at the thought of showing it to Phil.

“Will do,” was all he said. Then Phil, too, left, and Ranboo was alone in a kitchen in a new house with no real idea what he should do, except that he wanted to leave Niki and Techno alone.

With that in mind, he went to bed. Or, not exactly. He went to sit in bed with his legs crossed, hunched over his journal as he wrote everything that had happened that day down. It had been a long time since he’d lost a day, but that did nothing to remove the fear that at some point, he would.

A strange bang sometime later made Ranboo jump. He checked the digital clock on his nightstand: 1:15 am.

The noise reminded him of a window being shut, and for a brief moment, panic flashed through him like lightning. What if someone had broken in?

But that was impossible. They were at the top of freaking Pog Tower. Just to reassure himself, Ranboo got up and looked out his own window. The distance from himself to the ground made him close the curtains. Yep, no one would be scaling the building. He was fine. He was safe.

Ranboo looked at the journal, still open on his bed. The moment when he’d gone from writing to staring blankly at the pages was a mystery. He sighed, closed the journal, and put it back in its place at the bottom of his backpack. He had to go shopping tomorrow… well, technically, today. Sleep would be a really great idea.

Not that saying it would make it happen.

Nevertheless, Ranboo climbed into bed. This time, he got under the covers and made his eyes stay closed. The suggestions ran through his head: count, tell yourself a story, take deep breaths. None of it ever worked.

Sometimes, Ranboo really wished it did.

#dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp fic #dsmp fanfic #the syndicate #ranboo #technoblade #nihachu #philza #the syndicate foster au

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