#followed by how this chapter ends?

[livelaughlovecassie]

Yes I do in fact support women’s wrongs! 🥰

[pemprika]

a lifetime of happiness

**hnk ch 108 spoilers**

Can't believe it's already been a month since Houseki no Kuni ended... It's been a ride leading up to the finale but I finished the series with tears welling up in my eyes, and a sense of peace. 😭

The ending was hopeful and meaningful— an unexpectedly lovely conclusion for Phos! 🤧 I love the visual metaphor of Phos and the gems being reborn into "The Pure Land", or known as, The Land of the Lustrous, a purified paradise free of materialism and earthly temptations. These delicate gem flowers holding tiny, unique universes, will be eternally brightened by Phos' radiant existence. With the possibility of other universes, I hope that Phos and the others will meet again and lead more fulfilling lives together!! 🛌💭

The way my jaw dropped realizing Ichikawa ended the last chapter on number 108, the Buddhist symbol of overcoming worldly desires and embracing new beginnings to attain nirvana. SO good...😦 The parallel between big brother and Phos, both on self-destructive, morally ambiguous paths for their loved ones/ideals, was a compelling twist. I love them both... 😢 As Aechmea and Adamant hoped, big brother passed on knowing he helped Phos find happiness. 😭 Wailing...

This series has profoundly impacted me more than I imagined, shaping my perspectives on my own values and the world. Despite it coming to an end, we will always stay connected across time and space, just like Phos!!! 🥺🤍

Thank you, Haruko Ichikawa, for creating such a memorable piece of work, and to everyone who has liked my hnk art and commentaries throughout the years! I'll continue loving and drawing the series for as long as I can. 🙇

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[hinamie]

should i draw one of those meet the artist things one of these days ,,

[juthemagicalclown]

One thing I like about Reverse 1999 is how the game tells different perspectives about potentially controversial topics that are commonly portrayed as negative in mainstream narrations not because inherently bad but rather because any depth is quickly dismissed. I am thinking about 1.6 event in regards to alcohol drinking (and prohibitionism), 1.8 event concerning communism (its true ideals and utopia), 1.9 story and nihilism (in its often overlooked positive connotation)

[dalandan012]

If you cant imagine anyone in your life looking at you like this then your God has failed you

[lunarharp]

thingies

[possamble]

trying to get kiki's characterization right (at the same time as navigating a falin who's gotten into a tense situation with people she doesn't know very well AND without the assistance of laios or marcille) is highkey kicking my ass ngl

[raifuujin]

Anyone else feel like Kaito is almost becoming a secondary character in his own manga due to the heists slowly becoming DC clones of figuring out the tricks going on instead of just letting the heist happen and staying within Kaito's perspective.

[acaciapines]

rereading random bits of descendants of olympus (as one does) and. vera <3 still soooo obsessed with how she takes lupa's divinity. like MAN.......there is something to how shes had to scrape and claw her way into every single good thing shes ever had. that she's never just been able to KEEP these things, that she is always always always fighting for them. and so of course she takes divinity. she wants to LIVE. and in this world where the fates themselves are trying to control her, its like--yeah. maybe you do need a gods power to finally get like, at least a year of the life you want. the life you werent supposed to have. forever thinking about vera's one line in her chapter thats like 'of course the fates are losing power. because they'd never let someone like leo into my life.' YELLS. FOREVER.

also have we talked enough about minnie I THINK WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT MINNIE--

[velvetjune]

the chapter songs in Alan Wake 2,, flawless

[imtrashraccoon]

Hey Fren~

You have any good underfell papyrus story recs? Or maybe... some snippets of your own~

Hey you! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I sat on this ask for a bit as I wasn't sure how to answer. I've been a bit too busy to really sit down and look for Underfell Papyrus fics so I wouldn't really be able to recommend anything that hasn't already been recommended by others.

However, I have been in the mood to write for my favourite skellie as of late and since I'm planning on rewriting this anyways to fit a new setting idea I had, here is a snippet of something I wrote. For context, this is from my upcoming Underfell fic, Fractured Souls, and MC's first conversation with Scar.

You quietly stood up and moved to the entryway to the living room. You weren't even sure why you were doing so, but maybe you were sort of apprehensive or a little bit curious? You didn't know exactly and you weren't going to dissect your own feelings right now. You had a small kernel of bravery at the moment and you were going to act on it.

Papyrus was somehow even taller than Sans and although you couldn't tell exactly how much taller he was since he was sitting down, you estimated he could be at least a foot taller than his brother. He also looked completely different from Sans in the sense that while Sans was stocky and broad, Papyrus was sort of angular and lanky. You could still tell they were brothers since there was enough familial resemblance, but you almost had to squint to see it.

Papyrus had red eyelights as well but they were a slightly different shade than Sans', maybe scarlet was a good word to describe them? He also had sharp teeth like Sans, although his jaw was shaped differently and he didn't have a gold tooth. Instead, Papyrus had two jagged gashes that passed through his left eye socket which you estimated were between four and six inches long. Papyrus seemed to dress differently than Sans did, as in he looked more formal, and you got the impression that he was a bit of a stickler for appearances. He was currently wearing a red and black checkered shirt with the top button undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black slacks.

Although his attention was on the television when you paused in the entryway to the living room, Papyrus noticed you almost immediately. His scarlet eyelights flicked to you and his eye sockets narrowed slightly as he took in your appearance. A few seconds passed before he finally spoke.

"So, You Are The Human Sans Brought Home..."

You frowned slightly at his cold tone but he wasn't being outright hostile so you were grateful for that at least. He seemed to be testing the waters and trying to gauge what you were like if you were to wager a guess.

"Yes, I am. You must be his brother, Papyrus?" You asked and although your voice was quiet, you were still feeling brave which helped keep your tone even.

Papyrus nodded curtly and he hit the power button on the tv remote. The buzz of the television faded instantaneously as Papyrus angled himself to look at you properly, although he remained seated.

"Come Here, I Want To Talk To You." His voice was still cold as he spoke and he motioned for you to sit next to him on the couch.

You obeyed and, although you were cautious, you moved to the couch and sat down, keeping as far away from Papyrus as you could without appearing rude. You could feel your heartrate increase and you folded your hands in your lap nervously.

Papyrus studied you for a moment before he spoke, "Sans Told Me A Little About You But I Got The Impression That You Didn't Tell Him Much To Begin With. So, I Want To Know Your Story. Tell Me About Yourself..."

"It's...difficult to talk about...but I will try," you said as you fiddled with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

Papyrus leaned back against the couch cushions again, looking the very picture of relaxed but attentive, and motioned for you to continue. You couldn't meet his gaze and the intensity of his scarlet eyelights on you wasn't helping to soothe your nerves.

"I am an experiment to put it frankly. I wasn't privy to much of the details surrounding all of it but I have an idea of what they were trying to accomplish. I don't know what the public's opinion on monsters is right now, but for the entire time I was in the facility, I didn't encounter anyone who seemed to have a positive opinion of them. From my understanding, monsters have magic and are generally physically stronger than humans, which was a pretty contentious subject with the humans that interacted with me."

You paused to take a few deep breaths and stared down at your hands. "I am one of several humans that they were trying to turn into...weapons... I'm not sure if my powers are actually magic, or if it's something else entirely, but they were ultimately forced onto me. I never had a say in the matter and well, I'm not sure if my life would've been better or worse without them..."

Papyrus was silent as you trailed off but when he did speak, it was a bit more subdued although still cold in tone. "What Can You Do? As In, Your Magic Or Powers As You Referred To Them As."

You chanced a glance at him for a brief moment before returning your gaze to your lap again. "I'm pretty weak if I'm being honest...that's why they were getting rid of me. I couldn't make anything that could kill, no matter how much they wanted me to..."

Annnnd gonna cut it off there... Wouldn't want to spoil the entire premise now, would I? (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

[jamiethebee]

I don't know what to think, but of the League who made it to the second half of the manga, Spinner is the only one who's family backstory/circumstances we never hear of.

Dabi is a Todoroki

Toga's parents rejected her

Twice's died

Compress has his family legacy

Shigaraki is a Shimura

Spinner is ??? Does he have siblings?? Parents? Grandparents? Anyone? No one? An orphan? We get nothing about him specifically, nothing that can't be related (or parallels drawn) with other characters.

And with the weakest quirk of the League, he's left alive? Like he's not even a threat to the heroes as himself? The complete lack of care that he's given in the story is...

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[kuromi-hoemie]

i've tried making some sort of post about it since last night probably 4 or 5 times, but I finally got to read through Dungeon Meshi and it's hard to like..... talk about how i feel about it...? not that it is a confusing story!!

I think it is genuinely so good in so many different ways/directions it's kind of hard to pick just one thing and roll with it you know? but it felt life-changing kind of.. in a way that's hard to put into words.. yes i will take things slow, yes i will stop looking at food and rest as rewards and not the bare minimum my body needs for it to carry out the tasks i give it effectively. yes i see the importance of not only doing the things you want to do, and the ways that only doing what you want can come back to bite you in the ass.

so on and so forth, it was just really good.. i think the biggest bittersweet thing i felt by the end of it was a gut punch feeling of wanting to share a meal with someone ಥ_ಥ there is also something very raw in watching someone literally give themselves the strength they need to make it through the day, and it's not even extraordinary it's just.. they take care of themselves. each other (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) i hope to find myself in similar company one day.

[ghostalservice]

The shell-creature is at the edge of the river again, big eyes lazy, mouth wide open.

Stede pauses, just under the surface, and watches it.

He only has a few moments, of course: he’ll be missed by his father soon enough. Not missed in the sense of oh I wished you were here; no, more the where were you when you were supposed to be floating at my side like a good son and heir. And if his father gets too impatient, he’ll send out the dolphin guard to find Stede, and he hates the dolphin guard. They seem to take a certain joy in hassling him, nudging him with their noses and getting too close to his tail. They love leading him in through the warren of tunnels into the palace, a maze that only they know well, the ones that weave through the coral and bedrock, and making him squeeze through gaps barely wider than his shoulders, leaving his scales scraped and his fingers bleeding from tugging himself through gaps he can’t quite fit through.

Of course, they justify it by saying if they come in the front, everyone will see Stede being late and it will embarrass his father, and Stede knows that would be worse, but also, he knows there are pathways through the tunnels that are actually wide enough to swim through with dignity. He knows better than to complain, though.

He gives the shell-creature one more suspicious look: it seems to meet his gaze through the wavering light of the ocean surface, giant eyes wide and innocent, but then it turns, huge mouth scooping more bits from the surface, and Stede watches it turn back up the river.

He’s ventured further into the human-dug harbor than he should have—really, the dolphins would probably not dare go this far in, and his father would have to send the eels instead. Stede really doesn’t want to deal with them, either, so he turns around and swims back towards the open ocean.

His father is only slightly perturbed when he swims through the palace gate, looking Stede over with a calculating eye, and Stede sighs a careful breath of relief.

“You were supposed to be here at the tide,” says the king.

“Sorry, Father.”

“I suppose you were out playing with your seaweed again?”

Stede winces. He’s supposed to be working on new kinds of kelp, ones that will be more resistant to the things the humans put into the water. It’s an important job, one that he cared a lot about back before he found the cave of human treasures. But he nods, because he had stopped by the kelp beds this morning and collected some data; he just... hadn’t stayed there.

He’s about to answer when his father waves a dismissive tail at him. “It doesn’t matter. We have more important things to discuss.”

“We do?”

“The treaty with the Lord of Allamby is nearly finalized, and his daughter Mary—”

Stede doesn’t hear the rest, the sounds of rushing waves filling his ears instead, because he’d known, deep down, that this was coming. He’s been of marriageable age for... quite a while now, and he’d known that eventually, this would come. He’d tried not to think about it, but he’d known. And when he’d heard that the Lord of Allamby, ruler of the warmer currents further south, had four unwed daughters—

“What’s she like?” The words slip out from his most secret self, and he can’t stop them, feeling them bubble over his lips and into the water between them. His gaze floats over the room, nearly unseeing, and registers, bizarrely, the court artist, who’s paused his painting to watch the royal drama unfolding.

When Stede looks back at his father, he realizes with a sinking feeling in his fins that he’s just interrupted the king, and that’s why he’s staring at Stede with that thunderous look. But Stede holds firm, for once, doesn’t apologize, and his father sighs, a deep rush of water.

“She’s the heir to Allamby, Stede,” he says. “What else could possibly be important?”

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