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thatpodcastkid · 6 months ago

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Magnus Archives Relisten 11, MAG 11 Dreamer

If someone came to my place of work proclaiming they had a prophetic dream about my death I would simply believe them. RIP to Gertrude but I'm just built different ig.

MAG 11 analysis, spoilers ahead!

Facts: Statement of "Antonio Blake" regarding his dreams of Gertrude Robinson, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute (Head Archivist is another odd and foreshadowing usage of proper nouns in the transcript). Statement given March 14th, 2015.

Statement Notes: Oliver I love you but I also hate you so so much.

It's so strange relistening to this statement. On my first listen, I was very sympathetic to "Antonio." He was this innocent man who suddenly developed psychic abilities that tormented him. Even in 121 when he describes what he did on the voyage to Point Nemo, he seems to be driven by fear and desperation. But knowing what happens after Point Nemo and who he becomes in the Eyepocalypse, I wonder how much influence the power of the End had on him. As Jon develops his abilities, he becomes less confident in "normal" social situations, but more confident and stronger in dangerous horror-based scenarios. This seems true with Blake/Banks as well. He's very nervous as his abilities are developing when he tries to talk to Gertrude or Jennifer from Grifter's Bone. As he becomes more attuned with his abilities and gives in to his desires, he becomes more powerful, shown when he is strong and devoid of emotion enough to kill the actual Dr. Pritchard. He becomes strongest when he "gives in" to the End, being most clear and charming as he gives his statement in 121 and the Coroner's Report in 168. Just being able to track this change so clearly from this first statement to the last speaks not only to Jonny Sims skills for character development, but also the power of the Entities to draw out the worst in a person.

Blake describes his dream world as an "overexposed" or "washed out" photograph. The fading imagery was very profound and strong to me. Death is a fear, a horror represented by the black tendrils, but also a simple force of nature, slowly sucking life and color from all things. Unstoppable.

I don't know why I'm harping on this, but I can't understand why Blake's dreams always begin at the top of Canary Wharf. Does that come up again in the show? Is it personally significant to Blake?

Character Notes: I already got into Blake, so my other main character concern for this episode is Gertrude.

Did she ever see this statement?

Did she simply miss it? Was she busy and didn't get a chance to look at it before it was too late? Did she read it and attempt to prepare? She was smart. She knew which statements were real and which weren't. She would have understood what Blake was capable of. Did she attempt to prepare and defend herself but just couldn't manage it? Did Elias hide it from her? Did she read it and just accept the inevitable?

But of course, I have to bring up the Graham mention. I always thought the Graham/Oliver ship was just a fun fan thing, but I didn't realize Oliver had broken up with a Graham in cannon. Moreover, I didn't realize that it was confirmed to be Graham Folger until reading about the Season 5 Q&A when working on this post.

This raises an interesting point about original Graham. Blake describes having a mental breakdown due to his job, and Amy Patel describes her office job degrading her mental health as well. Is there something about Graham that attracts people losing their minds in an office? While it could be something spooky, I do understand why people stuck in mind-numbing careers would be drawn to someone with the time and resources to explore what he actually wants to do with his life, rather than what he has to do.

Entity Alignment: This is very clearly an End episode. I very much believe that, while he may not be the most powerful or dangerous avatar in the series, Oliver Banks was one of the most deeply connected to his entity. His psyche, his spirit, and his physical body were all so entrenched in death. It's interesting that there is no "inciting incident" that causes Graham to become an avatar of the End, as usually there is one event that acts as the root of an avatar's development. You could possibly argue it was his mental health breakdown, but that seems unrelated to death or anything associated with the End.

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g0lightly · 5 months ago

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*me tuning into HOTD back in 2023 bc of that negroni spagliatto vid*: "god imagine caring enough about this show to have a favorite dragon" *me in my notes unironically in 2024*: see above

based dreamfyre's only bodycount is from trying to escape the dragonpit (the only one to break free from her chains thats my bbygirl 🙂‍↕️) which 1) was self-defense 2) in freeing herself to break the dragonpit dome dreamfyre also effectively sacrificed herself to do more for the in-universe equivalent of nuclear disarmament than... anyone else?!

it's simply impossible for me not to stan dreamfyre and her dragonriders! rhaena rode her around the realm to bond with her girlfriends and to search for her missing daughter! probably the only time helaena ever felt remotely free in her life was on dreamfyre! the fact that the dragon that arguably embodies some of the most important themes of the series (other than balerion though i feel this also enhances her as a foil to him) is basically absent from the show is a damned tragedy in my opinion.

theory under the cut, TW discussion of a character's suicide.

i have a theory that helaena's suicide -- described as mysterious by the maesters -- may have had more to it. it's easy and frankly, reasonable to understand it in the text as a tragic and all too common example of the way women's mental health has been historically neglected. however, as we're seeing in the HOTD adaptation, halaena is a dragon dreamer. GRRM has even said that show helaena is "a richer and more fascinating character than the one I created in FIRE & BLOOD," specifically citing her gift of prophecy as a major component of that compliment. as he explains in the post, helaena in the books is has few personality traits and her close bond with dreamfyre is one of them.

what if helaena lived a second life in dreamfyre after her death? even in the book where she is not intended to be a dragon dreamer, her motivation to do this could be to regain the freedom she enjoyed while riding dreamfyre or to simply use her power to end the violence. or perhaps it just happened because their bond was so strong. in the show, i wonder if helaena will do this because she sees in a dragon dream that it is the only way to end the most brutal ravages of the war? especially given the way that helaena spoke of the way lowborn women must lose their children more often than highborn women, i imagine that the grief of the mothers around helaena is weighing on her in addition to her own grief.

what if helaena intentionally sacrificed herself and dreamfyre to prevent more death? in the text, i think it's significant that dreamfyre was noted to be blinded in one eye before she broke the dome. this mirrors the loss of aemond targaryen's eye, arguably the event that set the war into motion. thematically, dreamfyre's sacrifice in death seems to represent the end of the cycle started by this eye for an eye mentality that led to so much death and destruction.

if you'd like some extra tin foil hat with your theory, i also wonder if dreamfyre actually didn't get crushed and managed to escape but the maesters said she died with the other dragons when the dome fell because it would look really bad if she didn't. she's one of many dragons whose remains are unconfirmed however she is the only dragon that broke free from her chains in the dragonpit.

even if dreamfyre did physically die, did she psychically die? she previously lived at harrenhal with rhaena targaryen; could dreamfyre be the dragon that alys rivers was reported to hold at harrenhal? rhaena appears to have been the first to be called a "witch queen" at harrenhal; could this have been her plan for dreamfyre all along, a plan dreamfyre understood due to the depth of their bond? i love helaena and rhaena the fuck DOWN on their own so obviously this idea of them having a psychic suffering witch queen bond through the ages via dreamfyre makes me rhaegar levels of emo tbh

#dreamfyre stan posting hours #dreamfyre #helaena targaryen #fire and blood #antiwar themes in asoiaf #based dreamfyre #i'm not team green i'm not team black i'm team dreamfyre tbh #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers kinda maybe #alys rivers #rhaena targaryen #queen rhaena targaryen #asoiaf meta #asoaif meta #fire and blood meta #helaena targaryen meta

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bubble-popping · 3 months ago

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day 13! almost two weeks :0 this time some follower!dream and XD content :]

He passed the pews, forever empty in humanity's foolhardy attempt to ignore their powerlessness. Dream would never understand it. Not after everything he'd witnessed. The so-called Church of Prime; nothing more than a moniker for the true deity of the server. At the podium, staring out the stained glass windows, stood Them. The One. The Everything. The Beginning and the End. DreamXD, his God.

In billowing green robes where no wind existed. An intimidating figure of double his size and height, made larger by multiple pairs of pure white wings. Topped with ever-spinning, criss-crossing, all-seeing halos.

The mere sight of Them put Dream in seventh heaven, replenished all the energy he'd just spent for the last several hours.

Before the short steps to where They stood, Dream kneeled, bowing his head. Hand over his heart, mask off. He knew XD could see through it anyway.

"My Lord, Your prophet has returned."

"Hm?" They looked back over Their shoulder, and a certain giddiness filled Dream in seeing Them manifested as a humanoid. "Ah, my Dreamer! I assume you have completed your mission?" Their voice echoed in the small church, reverberated in Dream's sternum, buzzed in his ears even after They stopped talking. Like a thousand different voices speaking at once.

Nothing could ever make Dream feel more loved than that nickname.

"Indeed, Your Voidness. L'Manberg is but a hole to the deepest layers of bedrock. Nothing shall ever exist there again."

"Oh, excellent. It seems that Blood God follower and the Angel of Death were better allies than I anticipated. My Dreamer's strategic little mind never ceases to amaze Me."

"Your praise is most appreciated, My Guardian."

"What would My little Dreamer think of adding them to Our cause?"

A cold fear washed over his body. Something wretched gripped his heart, squeezing and suffocating.

He cleared his throat, painfully aware of the heaviness of his tongue and texture of his teeth. "I don't think they'd understand."

XD hummed thoughtfully. He felt Their presence approach, though They made no sound. The hem of green robes entered his limited field of vision. "And why do you think that?"

There were so many things he could say, too many, and they all revealed the weakest parts of him. The jealousy and selfishness. The anxiety and desperation. The base passions and carnal instincts. Everything that still made him human.

"Sweet Dreamer of Mine," They continued, and Dream scolded himself for not answering when spoken to. "Come on now. Be honest with Me. What's it really about?" Dream couldn't lie even if he wanted to. XD knew everything, saw everything, heard everything. These mission reports were more a formality than a necessity.

Fingers pressed from under his chin, forcing his gaze upwards. They also wore no mask.

Their touch froze his skin, sent jolts of electricity straight to his brain in mismatched signals of fight or flight, but Their eyes kept him pinned in place. Spheres of swirling darkness dotted by countless stars pierced through his flesh to peer at his very soul.

"I..." he began. The truth spilled out before he could even think, "I can't bear the thought of someone unworthy sitting at Your feet the way I do, My Lord."

A grin split Their face in half, rows of sharp, perfect whites peeking through. "You've grown quite possessive, Dreamer. Do you wish to own Me? Do you wish to own an all-powerful, all-knowing god such as Myself?"

Dream swallowed thickly. This felt like Judgement. "I only seek to please You, Your Voidness."

They hummed and observed him for a moment longer before pulling away. A bottomless emptiness replaced where They'd touched. "A wise answer." With that, They turned, and Dream was able to take a full breath. "And what about that mercenary of Yours?"

"Punz? What about them?"

"Well, you two seem close. Would he make a good follower? Perhaps even a votary?"

Dream scoffed, shaking his head. "Not a chance. He's not religious at all."

"Neither were you before you met Me."

"That's..." The blond hesitated before sighing. "That's true."

"And don't you think I deserve more of a following? Wouldn't you want to expand Our numbers? To further Our cause?"

"Of course, My Guardian, that's all I-"

"Then it's settled. Speak with them. Bring him to the Meeting Place. He will learn to revere just as you have."

"As You wish, My Lord." Dream bowed his head once more before rising to a stand and fixing his mask back into place. He turned and left, feeling dozens of eyes watching as he went.

#dreblr #dsmp fanfic #dreamxd #c!dream #bubble writes #daily drabble

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weaselandfriends · 1 year ago

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Web Original, Recently Witnessed

In a previous post, I mentioned some web fiction I'd recently read. This time, I'll highlight some web original content outside of the literary sphere. While I have some experience with literature, I'm completely untalented in other mediums, so my assessment of this content is no better than a layman's. However, I still thought it worth highlighting.

1. Journey to EPCOT Center: A Symphonic History by Kevin Perjurer (Defunctland)

Perjurer has been putting out excellent documentary-style content on theme parks and their rides for years now, but while his production quality is consistently high, his videos often live or die based on the core level of interest his subject engenders. For instance, his video on notoriously awful ride Superstar Limo (with a general focus on notoriously awful theme park California Adventure) is an incredible watch, while his video on a random assortment of small, local Santa Claus theme parks across America isn't quite so compelling. He's no Jon Bois (of 17776 fame), a documentarian capable of rendering extraordinary seemingly the most banal of subjects.

Journey to EPCOT Center, however, is unlike anything Perjurer has ever put out before. It completely eschews Perjurer's typical voiceover narration style of documentary, instead stitching together music, audio of news reports and press releases, and dramatizations of Disney boardroom meetings to create a seamless narrative. Beyond the unique style and presentation of the piece, however, is the incredible artistry on display in several of the segments. Some of the biggest highlights:

12:00 to 16:14: A neon light animation detailing the vision and plan of EPCOT, which gradually transforms into a 3D map that the camera travels through

16:52 to 21:03: An impressively animated series of newspaper articles detailing Disney's struggles finding signatories for its world showcase; the video comments indicate some shots of the moving newspapers were created practically, with Lego conveyer belts

38:46 to 44:27: A puppet show dramatizing Disney's efforts to seek international sponsors

There are numerous other impressive, inventive, and creative segments as well, with unique animation and visual styles. The video rarely repeats the same trick twice.

The funniest part is that all of this is in service to a topic I would personally consider quite boring. EPCOT is such a Disney-buffs-only type of subject, neither Disney's greatest success nor its greatest failure. The incredible skill on display is all aimed toward depicting a fairly corporate, backroom-style story about men in suits trying to secure handshakes. There's an almost propagandistic feel to it, an extolling of capitalist bigwigs that feels completely at odds with Perjurer's visionary style.

In a way, it's reminiscent of United Passions, a FIFA propaganda film meant to make its executives look good in the wake of real-life controversy. On the other hand, though, Perjurer's exceedingly loving depiction is appropriate for Walt Disney's final passion project, Disney himself being a man who, for better or for worse, was as much of a dreamer and visionary as he was a cutthroat businessman. EPCOT, as the video tells you, was designed as an optimistic reaffirmation of the American free enterprise project, and as a complement to that vision Perjurer's video could not be more accurate. Unlike United Passions, this video was also made independently, not financed by Disney to make itself look good in the eyes of the public. Metatextually, it poses a fascinating question: Is there value to corporate art? Can a corporation create something of true beauty? Perjurer's video suggests it can.

2. The Mind Electric Animation - Lonely-Man's Lazarus by Daisy

Perjurer is probably familiar to many of my readers, so this next entry is more obscure, something I stumbled on almost by chance.

A friend of mine is big into animatics, which as far as YouTube is concerned is about setting music (usually Broadway or Disney musical numbers) to sketchy, storyboard-style art. I'm not a major Broadway fan in general, so these have never appealed to me much, although I've been shown several.

This one, though, rather generically titled "The Mind Electric Animation" (after the song it features), caught me entirely off guard. The first notable element is that the animation is monstrously more fluid than a typical animatic, though it retains the sketchy/storyboard art style and traditional animatic sensibilities toward character design (very "Tumblr," if I had to put a word on it). Secondly, the music, rather than being from Hamilton or Heathers or some other popular musical, is from the itself rather arcane album Hawaii: Part II by Joe Hawley (under the name ミラクルミュージカル). Hawaii: Part II is, as far as I can tell, a concept album detailing the story of a man who goes insane after his girlfriend is murdered (possibly by himself), with a strange secondary subtext of possibly being metaphorical for the 9/11 terrorist attacks. The lyrics are certainly open to interpretation.

The animatic combines these elements with heavy inspiration from a different concept album, potentially the most famous one ever made: Pink Floyd's The Wall, with specific nods to the film adaptation's animations for The Trial and Empty Spaces. There is no skimping on detail, with some sequences absolutely bursting with bizarre visuals. The ultimate result is absolutely trippy, abstract, and surreal, which are some of my favorite things for something to be.

Regardless, it's an impressive work of animation for a single person to make; the video description states it took 15 months, which is more time than I've spent on any one of even my longest works. The creator themselves is somewhat enigmatic from what I could tell, despite having a whole host of social media platforms. They seem to be working on a web comic, but trying to find any concrete information on what it is actually about was difficult. Nonetheless, whoever made this certainly has an abundance of creative vision and talent. Though I've seen skilled artists sit down to create something narrative before and flub it utterly (an example that comes to mind is Ava's Demon), so who knows if what is on display in this animation will make it into that web comic. Even if it doesn't, the animation by itself is incredible, so check it out.

3. The Skibidi Toilet podcast guys are for real by Mikhail Klimentov / Built By Gamers in general

Built By Gamers has been on my radar for some time (ever since seeing this video) as an absolute masterclass of performance art. The voice, the emphasis, the little oddities here and there, the way the two hosts so often ignore direct questions posed by one another, it creates something inimitably uncanny. This interview by Mikhail Klimentov, who I am familiar with primarily through his esports journalism, only adds new layers to what was already a convoluted question of irony and sincerity.

There are a few concrete insights, most shockingly to me that the creators of Built By Gamers (Todd Searle and Peter Armendariz) got their start in esports. But despite the title that seems to clearly suggest their videos are sincere, the actual interview is far less conclusive. For instance, this exchange:

It's evident to me that you guys take this very seriously. You feel as though there's a lot of craft behind these videos. Tell me about the stuff that a viewer won't see: the behind-the-scenes stuff that you're thinking about as you're working on these videos. Armendariz: A lot of people think it's ChatGPT. That's a big thing that people think that we do. But a lot of it is actually well crafted, through hours — like we'll spend hours on one script and really thinking about how we can get someone to react. It doesn't matter if it's them laughing, if it's them feeling sad, or them hating on one of us, our main goal in our videos is to get someone to feel something. The hard truth is that people don't realize how many hours we spend on one video to get that one line. I think that's what people don't really understand. We’ll spend like two hours on one line. Searle: Our tone, like how we talk — it’s on purpose. I have to get into character for it. Armendariz: Todd has a voice, bro! He didn't think he'd be good at telling stories, and I have him tell every single story because he has this campfire story voice. And sometimes he'll hit a line and I'm like, “No, no, you’ve got to hit it harder.” And we'll spend like 30 minutes trying to hit the line, or hitting the hook just the right way.

Followed immediately by:

People really don't know what to make of you guys. They don't have a sense of whether you're serious, whether you're in on the joke, whether there's a joke at all. I'm curious if you can clear that up. Searle: We want it to be everything you just said. We want people to think we're serious. We want camps of people who don't think we're serious. People who think that we're A.I. We kind of want to keep it, I guess, vague in that regard. Like we want you to believe… what we are — and that's OK. Armendariz: I think sometimes we'll play into different communities. So, like, some people will say, ‘You guys sound like you got brain surgery.’ So then we’ll make the most cringey video that's like super brain-rot, you know? We just kind of mess around and have fun.

So are they just messing around and having fun, or are they spending hours trying to nail specific lines just right? Are they sincerely trying to tell a story that gets an emotional reaction or are they just trolling, which also gets an emotional reaction? The biggest troll of the interview, targeted specifically at me, was this response:

Can you tell me what those writing principles are? Armendariz: I think a big writing principle that everyone should follow is, it's really important to show, don't tell.

People who have talked to me elsewhere know I am a massive enthusiast of the ubiquitous Mr. Beast, not necessarily because I like his content (though I do think he puts together some strong game show/Wipeout-style videos), but because of the story behind him: That he is an extreme, almost insufferable perfectionist, who analyzes video success and failure to a scientific degree, doing experiments with thumbnails, video lengths, et cetera, all to take detailed assessments of the results and perfectly calibrate his videos in mathematical fashion. It's a type of rigor that flies in the face of the casual, wastefully generous persona he cultivates in his videos proper.

I think many people have this innate idea that a work of art's quality is somehow tied to the effort expended to produce it. (Even I have it. Notice how for both of the first two entries in this post I mention the effort or time or craftsmanship of the work in question.) This is the kind of sensibility that causes a layman, who knows nothing about painting, to prefer a Caravaggio to a Rothko. But this sensibility is both conceptually and often practically wrong; Rothko, for instance, engineered his own paints, creating custom blends of materials (including non-paint material, like egg) to form paints of a perfectly specific color or gloss or sheen, a process often completely unseen by a casual glance at the finished work.

Subsequently, there's a reason they're called writer's workshops, that writing is so often described as a craft: It's an attempt to imbue writing with a sense of effort that makes it more palatable. The stereotype extends to the artist who sneers at quote-unquote "low" art, thinking "If I was willing to lower myself, I could create that slop and make millions too." In my experience, though, the people creating this "low" art are often expending absurd amounts of effort and exhibiting incredible skill to create something perfectly engineered for success. I, certainly, have found zero success in attempting to broaden my own audience, even when I make attempts at it; it's not something that's easier to do if you're just willing to try.

I also increasingly fail to believe in the stereotype of the miserable cynic artist who creates something they think is garbage because they know that'll be most popular. Those people don't last long; those who succeed in the popular sphere are people who are genuinely passionate about what they create, even if it looks like dreck to everyone else (including the millions who consume it).

I've been kicking around an idea for a story about Mr. Beast for some time now, exploring these concepts in even greater depth. That won't happen in the immediate future, but it's something to look out for.

#defunctland #kevin perjurer #lonely-man's lazarus #hawaii part ii #built by gamers #mr beast #web original

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bluegekk0 · 11 months ago

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Sorry for another Lurien ask, but he is one of my favourite underrated characters. How was his reunion with FPK go? Did fpk seek Lurien or did it go the other way? Or did they happen to stumble upon each other?

I like to think their meeting was very accidental. FPK would occasionally visit the city with Grimm, and I could see him stumbling upon Lurien by complete accident. By that point Lurien had already climbed the ranks to the top and was in power, and I imagine he was already aware of Grimm's actions in the city. But he never expected to see FPK again, his first instinct was to bow and greet his king, but FPK stopped him before he could do it.

Then Lurien took them to his office, as they clearly had a lot to talk about, since they were both just as confused to see each other. From FPK's perspective, since the other dreamers were dead, he assumed Lurien met the same fate. Meanwhile Lurien assumed that FPK left Hallownest, and even though he heard some rumors about the "coward king showing his face in the city", he thought they were just that, rumors. He'd know if his beloved king was back, right? Well, turns out that he didn't. But that didn't make Lurien any less happy to see him, and while he still admired FPK more than anyone, he respected his wish to not be considered the ruler anymore. He promised FPK a safe place to stay every time he visited the city, though he also recalled the less than favorable things he's heard about him, now that he knew they weren't just rumors. So he warned FPK about the city being dangerous to be in without company, and assured him that he was working on solving the problem. FPK may not be the king anymore, but Lurien certainly hasn't lost his respect for him, so it almost seemed as if he was giving a report of his activities. Even if he's far higher in power than FPK and had no such obligation. I suppose some habits never change.

And since Grimm was present during that meeting, I like to think that was also when Lurien first proposed the offer he had in mind for Grimm. Grimm was challenging to approach otherwise, he made sure to avoid the guards and only kept to larger crowds that made it hard to spot him, so this kind of meeting was a perfect opportunity. Perhaps FPK was also there as they discussed it, though it's more likely that they excused him so they could talk in private. Not that it mattered, he'd learn about the details from Grimm afterwards, so it was only a formality.

Since FPK rarely visits the city, I don't think they bump into each other very often. Perhaps Lurien sends him and Grimm an invite to any social events he organizes from time to time, though I'm not sure how eager they would be to go. FPK isn't exactly the most popular there, plus he hates social events. But perhaps they still visit him more officially occasionally. Lurien has always been a good friend, so FPK wouldn't want to destroy that relationship, especially since he does feel guilty about basically sentencing him to die when he became the dreamer. Though Lurien holds no grudge towards him over it. He's always been loyal, and if they can remain on friendly terms despite all that happened, he'll take that chance without hesitation. And who knows, maybe getting to know Grimm better outside of their unusual partnership would also be something he'd be interested in.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #save #lurien #fpk #grimm

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anemovisionuser · 7 months ago

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Okay so here's what I got from 2.2

Character Motivations:

Acheron: Emanator of Nihility. She's there to give fulfill a promise made to a Galaxy ranger hero.

Sunday: Deviated from the Harmony when faced with the weakness of mankind. Sought to create a new paradise within a dream, created with the power of the Stellaron and the path of the Order.

Mikhail: the Watchmaker, ex-mechanic of the Astral Express.

Firefly: the first one who actually awoke. And actually dead(?). Or at least "dead" two times out of three.

Tiernan and Razalina: former Nameless. Tiernan is the galaxy ranger who met Acheron when he was old. Tiernan, Razalina and Mikhail fought for Penacony's independence from the IPC.

Penacony:

Penacony: ex prison of the IPC, now a grand hotel. It passed hands several times. Going from the IPC to the Nameless, to the Harmony, to the Order now. There was a war to take it back from the IPC. It is during that war that the three nameless Mikhail, Tiernan and Razalina decided to stay.

Dream-Penacony: We spend most time in Golden hour, extravagant city of all luxuries. The cost of the Dreamscape's existence is the slow decay of the dreamers' minds. Dreamflux Reef is also a zone of the Dreamscape, that the Family tries to hide from the public (?). Memoria is escaping from it, accelerating the Dream's collapse.

True Penacony (?): Land of Exiles. Water.

What happens:

We trailblazers are actually in the dream created by The Order/Sunday from the moment we make the jump with the Astral Express, just like everyone who was called to Penacony. This leads to the first "smooth-sailing" ending where we win against Sunday who's using the Choir (previously controlled by the Harmony)— this is basically just him showing us what we want to see.

We wake up from that thanks to Black Swan who points out a flaw in the dream (Misha). We gather with Robin, Boothill, Acheron etc... And beat him a second time. Still not awake. Bruh

What remains:

If I understand correctly, it's all the people in the dream who need to want to wake up for the Order's dream to actually collapse. My guess is that Aventurine will report from the land beyond the dream (the true Penacony/land of Exiles,that Firefly has seen as well (?) ), Boothill will bring enough dissonant minds, Robin will manage to unite everyone, and Acheron will destroy the dream. Maybe the Watchmaker's clock which is actually a compass will help.

That's all I got. Good luck

#honkai star rail #hsr 2.2 spoilers #hsr spoilers #penacony spoilers #hsr

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celestiall0tus · 10 months ago

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Siren Song Ideas for Aurore, Chloe, and Nathaniel:

Aurore - A bright, friendly girl. When she was young, her grandmother gave an impactful piece of advice: "The experiences we go through will always teach us something, even the painful ones. That's why it is important to remember instead of forgetting. By remembering, we can learn, and by learning, we can know how to process and move forward." This was the last thing her grandmother told her before she passed away from old age. Aurore took this advice to heart and does her best to remember all the important things she can, which has led to her finding creative ways to do it, like making scrapbooks, writing in diaries, and taking dozens of photos. She also never forgets important upcoming events and appointments, both for her and her friends, leading her to be the one her friends ask about what they learned in class or when the next test is. Aurore is also a budding reporter, which leads her to become friends with fellow budding reporter Alya. Both are in charge of the school newspaper, and Aurore even helps Ayla with her blog, often being the one to do interviews.

Chloe - A high-strung girl, who is always checking on what her friends are doing. She always makes to know what they're planning and going to do, always being sure to send texts (and calls when they don't respond to texts) to check them and see if they're ok and what's up. This might make her seem controlling, but the truth is she's just very overprotective. This overprotective nature stems from an incident in her childhood. When she was younger and was paying more attention to playing with her friend Adrien at a playground, she ended up not paying enough attention to her little sister Zoe. Zoe ended up wandering off into her nearby woods where she went missing for 3 days straight, until she mysteriously reappeared back at her dad's hotel. This event led to Chloe feeling immense guilt over the situation, blaming herself for it, and developing major anxiety over something horribly potentially happening to her friends, leading to her overprotective nature. This anxiety is not helped by the fact that ever since the event, Zoe has developed an obsession with those woods, claiming she met a dragon lady in them.

Nathaniel - a dreamer in both a figurative and literal sense. An artist that can often become lost in his ideas, most of which come from his own dreams. He keeps a dream journal and even a dream sketchbook. He can spend hours focused on either his dreams or his artwork. This has led to him developing a reputation of being lazy, which isn't entirely untrue due to his decently sized disdain for stressor physical activity (this boy hates gym class). He's also a big homebody who prefers staying home over going out.

Sorry for the delay @mysteriouslymysticalgiver, but I have them added to the master post

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limneticvillains · 7 months ago

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The Delusional Dreamer

In around August of 2021 I blocked a mad egotistical self obsessed man who posted silly stuff like 'I am possibly the most prolific musician on Earth', I just rolled my eyes and blocked him, simple as. Someone asked why, I said because the guy has a huge ego. I thought that was the end of it. It should have been. Skip a few months on, at the start of 2022 while I was raising money for cancer research, on two Bandcamp Fridays in a row I was falsely mass reported to Twitter, from these I received two suspensions on the days that music promotion for a good cause worked best. I then got a bunch of messages and screenshots from various other artists on indie music twitter that the man I blocked had directed people to block and report me for bullying him, and screenshots of him telling another bands manager that I was pals with that he had nothing to do with my suspensions. Nobody had implicated him, at all -at that point. I was annoyed, and the second suspension lasted 3 months.

I was raising roughly 70-100 euro a month for cancer research on those Bandcamp Fridays, it was quite horrible to do something for a good cause and seemingly be framed as a bully by some total weirdo. As a little fuck you, I made some comedy joke songs in half an hour in the guys style and put them onto Soundcloud. They were there for 4 days. The guy went insane. He said he was going to the police about me? Ok… Didn't realise parodies were illegal, but anyway. I sent him an email, I asked him to say sorry and said I would remove the music anyway, but that he should move on. He was ranting and raving at this point about me, despite knowing nothing about me, only that I thought he was a tit. He denied he had done anything and asked if I wanted to collab with him, said it was middlemen, meddling, winding us both up, despite me having loads of screenshots of him telling people to report me for no reason and denying he did this. So far so childish. I looked into the guy, he was a teacher, I couldn't really believe this sad self obsessed man was incharge of children, in a follow up email I said I might inform his school of how he conducts himself online because I didn't think a man like this should be looking after kids. I thought perhaps it would shut him up and this would be the end of it. I said he was crap and to leave me alone, more or less.

The Soundcloud parody was removed by me, again I thought, hey maybe it's over. My Twitter suspensions had been looked at and they were overturned, I had my account back, minus a bunch of his pals who had - weirdly in this time- decided I was multiple accounts. (This gets weird). Some people had started accusing the guy of being me, others had decided I was not one musician but a collective of musicians all pretending to be one person. I don't quite know what happened here. The guy and one of his friends started saying I was stealing the money I was raising from charity, which was a vile thing to make up about someone, I have screenshots of all that too. They also said they had my full name and address. I was getting worried at this point, so I looked into the both of them and found phone numbers and addresses for them, they were and are in the public domain, it wasn't hard to find them and I thought I'd cover myself. I never put them anywhere or shared them out, I got them, simply to say, 'I have yours too'. This really pissed the guy off, he started saying I was threatening his elderly parents. This childishness continues, people send me screenshots of his insane rants, how hes going to the police despite me not doing anything at all to him, he says I'm bullying him… I get death threats from his followers (screenshots of those too), one of his pals puts out a shit death metal album under my band name, which is still as of 2024 on streaming services. He tells people he's going to get me committed to a mental institution, and yeah, this has been going on since the start of 2022. Sometimes I'll write something like, 'fuck these sad lame shithead musicians' and he'll see it and go on mad rants.

That's pretty much the entire story of how I blocked Kiffie The Dreamer and how he became my number 1 fan obsessive, that projects his obsessions on me, calls me a bully and a narcissist, etc etc. I tried to smooth things over a number of times, it didn't work. I have ignored him for months, but then I'll get a message that he's saying shit again, I'll say some shit and it goes in circles. He went quiet after I got the death threats from his followers for a while. That did irk me a bit, getting threats and being accused of bullshit, like being other random accounts and people. Recently I decided I'd do another parody, with social media involved as a one last fuck you, fuck off, leave me the fuck alone, here's a mirror, this is you. The music of this can be found here: https://tanelispif.bandcamp.com/track/kitties

I have zero interest in lame online dramas with sad sack idotic men who make shit music, collaborate with anybody under the sun- including nutcase right wing weirdos and science deniers, and claim to be in some way deserving of praise. Fuck off. I have been suspended from Twitter a total of 4 times on Bandcamp Fridays, and I attribute this directly to Kiffie and his pals. It is, utterly ridiculous for a grown man past middle age to be acting like this.

I think all the idiots around him that encourage his bullshit need to think a bit more. Also it's rather hysterical that this man who claims to be all about peace and love collaborates with Alex Jones loving sexist nutters like EMCDouble. I won't bring their art into it, but by god is it a big streak of utter piss.

#indie music #limnetic villains #kiffie the dreamer #kiffie #twitter #stalker #egotistical #drama #online drama #sad #musician

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apocalypticavolition · 10 months ago

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Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 38: Practice

While this particular picture was of course taken by Entertainment Weekly, it comes to me by way of "hotzxgirl.com" and was labeled "Eye of the Tar Valon | Hot sex picture". Spoiler alert! Unless you have a lot of very specific fetishes, this is not a hot sex picture. It also doesn't even depict anything that happens in this chapter, but that's not going to stop me is it? What might stop you if you don't like spoilers is the knowledge that if you keep reading, you consent (in a hot and sexy way?) to get all sorts Wheel of Time spoilers from all over the series.

This chapter has a Flame of Tar Valon icon now that we're back in Tar Valon. It's been awhile! Four or five in-world months and like... fourteen chapters, I think?

She knew how easy it was to touch saidar now. She could always feel it there, waiting for her, like the smell of perfume or the feel of silk, drawing her, drawing her. And once she did touch it, she could rarely stop from channeling, or at least trying to. She failed almost as often as she succeeded, but that was only another spur to keep on.

Untainted, saidar is naturally a much bigger draw for channelers than its twin. It's also a great mindset Egwene has as a student, especially since she is also a bit concerned by her growing addiction as well. Unlike Rand, she knows damn well she's going to be a daily user.

Three short paces took Nynaeve from wall to white-plastered wall; Nynaeve’s own room was much larger, but since she had made no friends among the other Accepted, she came to Egwene’s room when she needed someone to talk to, even as now when she did not talk at all.

This is such a mood.

“Else was making calf’s eyes at Galad today while he was working with the Warders,” Min said, rocking the stool on two legs.

It's funny how Min so naturally recreates the described conditions of Emond's Field for Egwene, being the latest eyes-and-ears reporting on a woman's movement towards the gentleman Egwene has picked.

It's also clear build-up for that pairing that Jordan abandoned later on down the line in favor of Egwene/Gawyn and Galad/Berelain. It's nice and somewhat more realistic though, that unlike most of the other main characters, Egwene doesn't find her true suitor immediately.

He’d hurt a person because he had to serve a greater good. He wouldn’t even notice who was hurt, because he’d be so intent on the other, but if he did, he would expect them to understand and think it was all well and right.

This is the thing that separates Galad from being an actual fucking saint, the way his big picture focus hides him from the little details.

War in Cairhien. War on Toman Head. They may have caught the false Dragon in Saldaea, but there’s still war in Tear. Most of it is rumors, anyway.

A nod to the Gospel of Matthew, which says that a sign of the end times is wars and rumors of wars. Guess this is just what you have to expect from all the comings of Rand.

She had not dreamed about him in months, now, not the kind of dreams she had had on the River Queen. Anaiya still made her write down everything she dreamed, and the Aes Sedai checked them for signs, or connections to events, but there was never anything about Rand except dreams that, Anaiya said, meant she missed him. Oddly, she felt almost as if he were not there any longer, as if he had ceased to exist, along with her dreams, a few weeks after reaching the White Tower.

Obviously it's a bit silly to talk about abandoned ideas UNDER abandoned ideas, but one wonders if Jordan had originally intended for Egwene to stop being a dreamer at the end of the series, the way her initial foray here is so intimately tied to Rand's presence in the world.

That sent a chill through her, as it never failed to do, the thought of Rand being gentled, Rand weeping and wanting to die as Logain did.

Here the reader is reminded that though there's Mirror Worlds out there where Egwene gentles or kills Rand, they're not her true self and in any case those Egwenes were probably just as devastated as the real one would be to be backed into such a corner.

“I’m sorry, Min,” Nynaeve said in a tight voice. “Sometimes my temper. . . . I can’t ask you to forgive me, not for this.” She took a deep breath. “If you want to report me to Sheriam, I will understand. I deserve it.”

A nice bit that shows that Nynaeve's a good person who just has some issues, but it's also funny to note that Nynaeve is demonstrating she's exactly the sort of person Galad assumes everyone would be under the circumstances.

With murmurs of “forgiven” that sounded meant on both sides, the two women hugged.

Gosh Nyneve and Min are fun together. It's a real shame they won't really get to hang out much until Rand's practically having his Sith armor made.

A man who drove oxen as hard as they drive us would be shunned. I am tired all the time. I wake up tired and go to bed exhausted, and sometimes I’m so afraid that I will slip and channel more of the Power than I can handle that I. . . .

I expect that training in the AoL was still rigorous but nowhere near as exhausting and that much as battlefield first aid is the only kind of Healing still left, the only sorts of instruction that survived through the Breaking were something like the Hell Week stints before final examinations. And then naturally they never bothered to see if there was a less grueling method.

“The Traveling People are tempting,” Nynaeve agreed, “but wherever you go, it will not change what you can do. You cannot run from saidar.” She did not sound as if she liked what she was saying.

Somewhere far away, Moiraine is laughing and she doesn't know why.

Min shifted on her stool. “I don’t like reading friends,” she muttered. “Friendship gets in the way of the reading. It makes me try to put the best face on what I see. That’s why I don’t do it for you three anymore. Anyway, nothing has changed about you that I can. . . .”

Poor Min probably's been burned once or twice with a friend she thought she could trust with the secret of her power, only for the thirst for knowledge to overcome any actual relationship. It must really suck now that her friends aren't just channelers, who always have omens, but specifically the plot relevant ones.

Before she reached it, though, a dark-eyed Aes Sedai with her blond hair done in a multitude of braids stepped into the room. Egwene blinked in surprise, as much at it being any Aes Sedai as at Liandrin. She had not heard that Liandrin had returned to the White Tower, but beyond that, novices were sent for if an Aes Sedai wanted them; it could mean no good, a sister coming herself.

Especially not since the danger omen probably triggered specifically the moment Liandrin set out to the rooms.

“Do you have some word of Rand?” Egwene asked eagerly. Liandrin arched an eyebrow at her. “Forgive me, Aes Sedai. I forget myself.” “Have you word of them?” Nynaeve said, just short of a demand. The Accepted had no rule about not speaking to an Aes Sedai until spoken to.

1. Egwene why would you think a Red showing up to give you news about Rand is something to ask after eagerly?

2. Nynaeve would have acted exactly the same way she does here even if she were a Novice.

“Someday, I am sure, you will serve a cause, and you will learn then that to serve it you must work even with those whom you dislike. I tell you I have worked with many with whom I would not share a room if it were left to me alone. Would you not work alongside the one you hated worst, if it would save your friends?”

I wonder which Black sisters in particular Liandrin doesn't like. Are the 12 who run off with her included? Any non Red/Black combo?

(Also by "Someday, I am sure, you will serve a cause," she means "Next Tuesday at the latest you'll be slaves", just saying.)

You two come from their village. In some way I do not entirely understand, you are connected to them. Beyond that, I cannot say.

Surprisingly, all of this is entirely truthful. I mean, yeah the first sentence is obvious, but the second sentence means "I am not able to question my masters as to why you're important but they say you are" and the third sentence means "I'm bound by the Oath Rod not to betray their secrets anyway".

“You have my permission. Tell no one. No one at all. The Black Ajah walks the halls of the White Tower.”

Speaking of being bound not to reveal secrets, there's three options for how she pulls this off:

1. The straightforward one is what she says below, that with Tarmon Gai'don approaching this can't be denied any longer. Presumably this would be an executive decision by Ishamael or at least Alviarin and not something Liandrin is able to decide on her own.

2. Her explanation is merely a way of hiding her allegiance. The truth is she knows that Siuan and Moiraine know about the Black Ajah and possibly others and thus she no longer considers the Ajah's existing a secret that has to be held close.

3. As above, but instead of Siuan and Moiraine being the catalysts, Liandrin feels that the certainty of these girls dying as damane, utterly cut off from any way to spread the knowledge, still counts as holding the secret close and thus she can disclose it. As this is the closest to traditional "villain monologuing to a hero caught in a death trap", it's my preferred one.

“She is Aes Sedai,” Nynaeve said dryly. “I’ll wager my best silver pin against a blueberry that every word she said was true. But I wonder if we heard what we thought we did.”

Quite possibly everything she said was true, which means that the Black Ajah has been getting ahold of any letters Moiraine is sending to Siuan in confidence. Pretty alarming how deep the rot goes!

I can’t even go for a walk without the Amyrlin herself popping out and asking me to read whoever we see. When that woman asks you to do something, there doesn’t seem to be any way out of it. I must have read half the White Tower for her, but she always wants another demonstration.

Siuan is probably trying to get a handle on what's going to happen in the Tower in the lead up to the Last Battle, though unfortunately Min's symbols are far too esoteric for them to make any sense of at this point - and don't show up until they're set in stone anyway. Whatever hopes she had of Black Ajah hunting by this method must be roundly dashed by now.

I’ll bet we won’t either of us cry ourselves to sleep on an adventure.

And here comes dramatic irony with the steel chair!

I can see the danger around all of you more clearly, now. Not clearly enough to make it out, but I think it has something to do with you deciding to go. That’s why it is clearer; because it is more certain.

I think Min's on the right track but missing a little bit here. The certainty is tied to the vector of danger: Liandrin and the Seanchan. If the girls did refuse, ran to Sheriam, and told all, they might not leave the Tower at all (at least not Elayne; maybe not the others if Sheriam's out of the loop about Liandrin) and would instead have the uncertain danger of the backup plan of the Black Ajah looming over them instead.

However much she might argue beforehand, once a course of action had been decided, Nynaeve always went right to the practicalities: what they had to take with them, and how cold it would be by the time they reached Toman Head, and how they could get their horses from the stables without being stopped.

Being Village Wisdom, the only way to be effective is to worry about the practicalities, even if the woolheads on the Village Council have decided to do something stupid and won't listen to you. It'll be a trait that helps her out later too, when she's a queen.

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #egwene al'vere #nynaeve al'meara #min farshaw #elayne trakand #liandrin guirale

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heliodorwrites · 1 year ago

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An exhaustive fic progress report of all my current WIPs for those interested (edited because I forgot some):

Stranger Things fic:

nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone - I actually have most of chapter 5 written and know how the chapter will end. I'm just stuck on the scene where Max goes over to Dustin's house. I'm still not sure how close to canon I want to play it. One day I'll rewatch Stranger Things and get back to this, but I think I need to practice writing mystery and action some more so I can really do justice to bringing my plans for this fic to life

The Dragon's Bride - So in the covid brain fog I forgot where this fic was going last year. I wasn't keeping detailed notes about it so I'm just kind of trying to recreate what I want to do with this before I post anything. I have been working on the second chapter though. Overall I want it to have soft Ghibli film romance vibes

JJBA fic:

Houses of the Holy - The orphanage chapter is so hard to write. Why did I think writing out Caesar's whole life story was a good idea??? He doesn't even meet Lisa Lisa until chapter 3! Making up backstory from scratch is haaaaard. My hubris knows no bounds.

had to fall in love - ah band au my beloved. I fucked up the timeline and haven't felt like fixing it yet. I might just pretend I meant to do that all along and just keep writing. Then I could fix all the dates and ages at the end. This fic is a hot mess but It's fun.

Wonders Never Cease - this sci fi au is even more of a hot mess. God I'm a disaster. Don't look at me.

Unpublished WIPs/ideas (also JJBA):

Hotel CA - Caejose pwp set in a world where vampires have overrun the world. Caesar is the leader of a little group of humans taking shelter in an old hotel with a crumbling sign. Joseph sneaks in to Caesar's suite disguised as a woman in the hopes of seducing Caesar into a false sense of security before he reveals his identity. Of course Caesar knows it's him immediately and is curious to see how far Joseph is willing to take his ruse.

Bring 'Em Back Alive - a post-PHF five-years-later fix it endgame Fugiomis fic where Fugo and Mista team up on a murder mystery mission in a Passione-run nightclub where the ghosts of their shared past are disturbed and they fall in love with each other. I'm having trouble juggling the OCs for this one. I think I have to write a more immediate post-PHF fic to establish the villains' motivation better. The playlist is already up on my fandom Spotify though I may change some of the songs around.

i wanna be a slut - this one is named after a Pansy Divison song. It's basically just modern no stands au poly!mista fic where not all Bucci gang is dating each other but Mista ends up either dating or friends with benefits with all of them. Not much angst just Mista gets to be happy and carefree and have a lot of love in his life.

idk what to call it yet I've been calling it figure drawing au or michelangelo nudes - Modern au, no stands. After Mista gets fired from his latest job because his manager hates him, Fugo offers to pay him in cash if he agrees to model for a project Fugo is working on. It's all so Pretty Woman that Mista kinda can't help but fall for Fugo, who is gorgeous and sensitive and brilliant, but Fugo is such a sad lil rich boy he can't imagine Mista wants him for anything more than his money. Mista's just so handsome and so good at living in the moment defying expectations to do whatever the fuck he wants; he's everything Fugo wishes he could be. I just want to write the Fumis romcom of my dreams where Fugo is a PhD student and polymath good at different forms of art and science and Mista's a himbo. I deserve this.

another college au draft where Mista and Narancia are roommates who don't realize they're pretty much dating. Giorno invites all his friends to a house party at his mudad's house. Narancia gets drunk and finally makes a move on Fugo, who gets offended Nara seems to be trying to cheat on Mista with him. Idk this one might never see the light of day tbh but you know I love the Torture Dance Trio so maybe

I do not have time to write all this. Knowing me I'll just come up with more ideas tho lol.

Edit: WAIT I FORGOT TWO OF MY DRAFTS

Phantasmagoria - Fugio gothic horror au where Fugo's parents give him to Dio for mentorship and Fugo quickly learns Dio doesn't actually practice law all that much and his house is fucked up. He meets a cute boy he only ever sees wandering the halls at night

Uh the draft is called Gothic Horror Pillar Men in my drafts but it's more of a bodice ripper type story. It's about Joseph being locked in his grandma's estate awaiting his upcoming marriage and interacting with the strange men who prowl the courtyard looking for something at night. Not sure if I'll ever finish this one but idk. The wedding rings play into it a lot but they're not poison in this au or like inserted into Joseph's body.

#fic progress #wip roundup

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cyarskaren52 · 1 year ago

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It’s not uncommon to find a great song from this legendary rapper

With a musical output that spans decades and quiet influence that’s helped shape an entire subgenre of emo-backpack rap, Common has one of the most illustrious careers in Hip-Hop. He started out in 1992 as “Common Sense” when he dropped his debut produced mostly by No I.D. Can I Borrow A Dollar?, a quiet album that showed sparks of his talent. But it was his two subsequent releases, also produced by No. I.D., 1994’s Resurrection and 1997’s One Day It’ll All Make Sense that cemented his arrival as one of rap’s top-tier emcees, known for his layered storytelling, emotional honesty, and lyrical charisma.

Over the next two decades, he’d release a string of albums that established him as a unique talent with an enviable career, including the projects that would grant him the mainstream success that had alluded him early on kickstarted by 2001’s Like Water For Chocolate, helmed by the Soulquarian collective. But it was his Kanye West era that re-established Common as one of rap’s most talented emcees after his lackluster reception to 2002s Electric Circus. His time with Kanye also gave him his most successful run on the charts with 2004’s Be and 2007’s Finding Forever.

In the 2000s, he expanded beyond Hip-Hop, jump-starting his film and television career, and now he’s only a Tony Award away from reaching EGOT Status, the only rapper to hold that distinction.

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"LOVE OF MY LIFE (AN ODE TO HIP-HOP)" - ERYKAH BADU FEAT. COMMON [BONUS SONG]

Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! In the early '00s, Common and Erykah were one of Hip-Hop's most high-profile couples—and collaborators.

#25

“A SONG FOR ASSATA” FEAT. CEE-LO

Sure, the song from his 2000 album Like Water For Chocolate was very on the nose and maybe a little book report-ish but you can’t really diss a song that gives a history lesson about the activist hero, Assata Shakur.

#24

“SWEET"

The No I.D.-produced banger featured on The Dreamer/The Believer sparked some controversy because people thought Common was taking shots at Drake. He denied it, there was a mini back-and-forth, and then it was over. Drama aside, “Sweet” is a solid fairly rare street-friendly entry into Common’s latter-era discography.

#23

“SOUL BY THE POUND"

One of the tracks that announced Common Sense to the game. A fresh-faced Com and No I.D. team up to help kickstart each other's illustrious careers on this verbose display from 1992's Can I Borrow A Dollar?

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“GOOD MORNING LOVE” FEAT. SAMORA PINDERHUGHES

In 2019, Common teamed up with acclaimed drummer/producer Karriem Riggins and quietly dropped a sleeper jewel in his long discography, "Let Love Live." The album is jazzy and somber, anchored by Riggins’ production, and features vocalists/musicians including Jill Scott, and BJ The Chicago Kid. The album opener “Good Morning Love” featuring Samora Pinderhughes exemplifies the jazzy-soul direction of the album.

#21

“THE 6TH SENSE"

Over melancholy DJ Premier production and accented by an aching hook from Bilal, Common delivers a strong offering from his acclaimed project, Like Water For Chocolate.

#20

"BREAKER 1/9"

Over a loop of the Isley Bros' classic "Between The Sheets," a youthful Common Sense delivers rapid-fire, pop culture-referencing raps about trying to get laid and running into interference from outside forces.

#19

“THE BITCH IN YOO”

Common drew a diss from Ice Cube and Cube's cohorts in Westside Connection for some lines he rapped on 1994's "I Used To Love H.E.R." (more on that later); and Com Sense fired back with this heater. The song first appeared on the Relativity Records compilation Relativity Urban Assault in 1996 and features Common going at Cube, Mack 10 and W.C.

#18

“G.O.D. (GAINING ONE’S DEFINITION)” FEAT. CEE-LO

Common is all about a good acronym and on this track from "One Day It’ll All Make Sense" he explores the concept of religion over a chill, piano-heavy track featuring distinctive vocals and a dope verse from Cee-Lo.

#17

“TAKE IT EZ"

The song that introduced him to the world. Young Common Sense had one foot in Leaders Of The New School-esque wiseassery and another in Das EFX-like wordplay. This is one of the best examples of his early style.

#16

“TESTIFY"

Carried by a transcendent sample of "Innocent Til Proven Guilty" by 70s girl group Honey Cone, and one of Common's all-time best music videos; this classic track from Be is an early '00s winner from the tandem of Com and Ye.

#15

“GHETTO DREAMS” FEAT. NAS

Common reminds everyone again that no matter how many TV appearances he makes, he’s still a skilled rapper when he reconnects with No I.D. and gets an assist from Nas on his ninth album, "The Dreamer/Believer." The song was also featured on the "Madden NFL 12" soundtrack.

#14

“THE DREAMER” FEAT. MAYA ANGELOU

When Common reconnected with his longtime friend and early producer, No I.D. on "The Dreamer/The Believer" in 2011, people weren’t totally sure what to expect. Any doubts were laid to rest, however, as illustrated on the head-bobbing, mid-tempo album opener “The Dreamer.”

#13

“GO"

A Kanye West production featuring vocals from John Mayer, “Go” is a gem from the album that reintroduced Common as a top-level emcee, "Be," and a groovy addition to his catalog.

#12

“THEY SAY” FEAT. KANYE WEST AND JOHN LEGEND

Kanye West did snap with this beat, so did John Legend with the hook. Once again, Common is at his height lyrically on this sleeper gem from "Be": “They say a nigga lost his mind/But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme/The thin line between love and hatred/”I’m the black pill in the Matrix, the saturated life.”

#11

“GETO HEAVEN PART TWO” FEAT. D’ANGELO

Common’s "Like Water For Chocolate" helped kick off the legendary Soulquarian era, and there might not be another song on the album that represents the collective’s sound more than “Geto Heaven” featuring D’Angelo on vocals over production by J. Dilla. Common delivers grounded verses about Blackness and survival.

#10

“FAITHFUL” FEAT. BILAL AND JOHN LEGEND

Common is in his new lane when he’s rapping about relationships (both with himself and with women), and this track contemplates the idea of God being a woman and spins a tale about a man struggling with indiscretions is one of the best on "Be." It’s strengthened by the back and forth between John Legend and frequent collaborator, Bilal, at the end of the track.

“I WANT YOU"

will.i.am samples Minnie Riperton on this mid-tempo jam from "Finding Forever" that ended up creating a lane for a lot of Common’s later work, which leans heavily into a mellow, grown man rap aesthetic. The video was pretty cool too, co-directed by Kerry Washington and starring Alicia Keys.

“THE QUESTIONS” FEAT. MOS DEF

“Why do I need ID to get ID? If I had ID I wouldn’t need ID.” The Questions” from "Like Water For Chocolate" and produced by J. Dilla is one of the most comical, honest songs Common ever made, aided by a perplexed, but always lyrical Mos Def.

“THELONIUS” FEAT. SLUM VILLAGE

Whether you consider this a Common or a Slum Village track (it’s also featured on their album "Fantastic, Vol. 2"), there’s no question that this is one of the dopest Hip-Hop offerings of the past 20 years. J. Dilla was at his peak when he crafted what might be the best beat on Common’s fourth album, 2000’s "Like Water for Chocolate."

“THE PEOPLE"

Another Kanye West production, this time from the 2007 album, "Finding Forever," it’s Common in his element rhyming about the beauty of the Diaspora while Dwele throws an assist on vocals.

“RESURRECTION"

On his 1994 title track, Common’s flow is seamless over No I.D.’s piano-based production which samples David Axelrod, Ahmad Jamal, and the Whatnauts. DJ Mista Sinista’s scratches further help bring the track to life.

“THE LIGHT"

Produced by the legendary J. Dilla and featuring keys from James Poyser “The Light” is the most recognizable track from Common’s acclaimed 2000 album, Like Water for Chocolate. The semi-sappy love jam that samples Bobby Caldwell’s classic “Open Your Eyes” remains a radio favorite.

“THE CORNER” FEAT. THE LAST POETS

“The Corner” from his 2005 album Be, is Common in top form over a Kanye West beat. And the iconic Last Poets elevate the track to something that's as spiritual as it is street.

“RETROSPECT FOR LIFE” FEAT. LAURYN HILL

The somber, beautiful track (produced by No I.D. and James Poyser and featuring a Donny Hathaway sample) is a great display of what might be Common’s greatest strength as an emcee—emotive storytelling. Lauryn Hill’s raw vocals on the hook interpolate Stevie Wonder’s “Never Dreamed You’d Leave In Summer” and are a perfect stamp on the standout rap classic featured on his 1997 album, "One Day It’ll All Make Sense."

"I USED TO LOVE H.E.R."

It kind of has to be, right? Romanticized rap nostalgia before it was cool. Yes, it’s the source of one of rap’s most overused metaphors. It’s also one of the best rap songs of all time, and one of Common’s signature tracks from 1994’s Resurrection, as he creatively details his relationship with the genre he loves.

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parkerphillips · 2 years ago

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What is lucid dreaming?

A lucid dream is a dream in which the dreamer is aware that they are dreaming. This awareness can allow the dreamer to control the dream, or at least to observe it from a detached perspective. Lucid dreams have been reported for centuries, and there are now a number of techniques that people can use to induce them.

History of lucid dreaming

The earliest recorded mention of lucid dreaming is in the Hindu text the Upanishads, which was written around 2000 BC. The Upanishads describe a technique called "dream yoga" that was used to induce lucid dreams.

In the 19th century, the French philosopher René Descartes wrote about his own experiences with lucid dreaming. Descartes believed that lucid dreams could be used to prove the existence of the soul.

In the 20th century, the psychologist Stephen LaBerge began to study lucid dreaming scientifically. LaBerge developed a number of techniques for inducing lucid dreams, and he also developed a way to measure brain activity during lucid dreams.

Benefits of lucid dreaming

There are many potential benefits to lucid dreaming. For example, lucid dreams can be used to explore one's subconscious mind, to learn new skills, or to simply have more fun. Lucid dreams can also be used to treat nightmares and other sleep disorders.

Here are some of the benefits of lucid dreaming:

Personal growth: Lucid dreams can be used to explore your subconscious mind and learn more about yourself. You can use them to confront your fears, work through emotional issues, and develop your creativity.

Problem-solving: Lucid dreams can be used to solve problems in your waking life. You can use them to practice new skills, test out ideas, and come up with creative solutions to problems.

Entertainment: Lucid dreams can be a lot of fun. You can use them to fly, have adventures, and meet interesting people.

Risks of lucid dreaming

There are also some potential risks associated with lucid dreaming. For example, some people have reported feeling anxious or even terrified during lucid dreams. In rare cases, lucid dreams can even lead to sleep paralysis, a condition in which the person is unable to move or speak after waking up.

Here are some of the risks of lucid dreaming:

Anxiety: Some people experience anxiety or even fear during lucid dreams. This is usually due to the fact that they are not used to being aware that they are dreaming.

Sleep paralysis: Sleep paralysis is a condition in which the person is unable to move or speak after waking up. It can be a frightening experience, and it is sometimes associated with lucid dreaming.

Psychological problems: In rare cases, lucid dreaming can lead to psychological problems such as psychosis or dissociation. However, this is very rare and only occurs in people who are already at risk for these conditions.

Techniques for inducing lucid dreams

If you are interested in trying lucid dreaming, there are a number of techniques that you can use. Some of the most common techniques include:

Reality testing: This involves checking throughout the day to see if you are dreaming. You can do this by trying to push your finger through your palm, looking at a clock twice to see if the time changes, or trying to read something twice to see if the words change.

Wake back to bed (WBTB): This involves waking up after 5-6 hours of sleep, staying awake for 20-30 minutes, and then going back to sleep. This increases your chances of having a lucid dream.

Mnemonic induction of lucid dreams (MILD): This involves repeating a mantra to yourself before you go to sleep, such as "I will know I am dreaming."

If you are persistent, you should be able to induce lucid dreams with some practice. However, it is important to remember that lucid dreaming is not a guarantee, and there is no one-size-fits-all approach. What works for one person may not work for another.

Conclusion

Lucid dreaming is a fascinating phenomenon with both potential benefits and risks. If you are interested in learning more about lucid dreaming, there are a number of resources available online and in libraries.

#lucid dreaming #dream yoga #René Descartes #Stephen LaBerge #personal growth #problem-solving #entertainment #anxiety #sleep paralysis #psychological problems #reality testing #wake back to bed (WBTB)#mnemonic induction of lucid dreams (MILD)#benefits of lucid dreaming #risks of lucid dreaming #techniques for inducing lucid dreams #dreams

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ponds-of-ink · 2 years ago

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FNAF Y/N Drabble: “Talking about Transformations”

This one’s kinda long and took a few days to write. Hope what I’ve got is worth the wait, @hugsforvillains.

Story Context: You are a lucid dreamer who’s been caught in UCN by shared dream shenanigans. You have a few hours to play in Cassidy’s playground before your clock chimes and Cass has to let you go. In the meantime, you’ve been chatting it up with the other “prisoner” here. And, being ever curious about one of Fredbear’s founders, you’ve been interviewing him a bit. It’s all going well until something hits you…

You look up at the rabbit-like figure looking over your shoulder. “So, uh, do you still have a human form or not?” you ask as straightforwardly as you can.

The rabbit raises his security guard cap a little. You can see that his eyelids are practically “non-existent” thanks to your question. With a snap of his fingers, he morphs into a slightly smaller (and much more grungy) version of the same rabbit. “I… I am not sure,” he answers with an uncertain snake-like hiss. “I know I have something reserved for me whenever Springtrap and this Aft— Scraptrap— form are in the same ‘round’. I can assure you, though, it is not human.”

This makes your eyebrows raise. “Well, then, what does that look like?” you question further.

‘Scraptrap’ just sighed and rolled his eyes. With another snap, he practically switches into a violet-colored ghost with an outfit that matched his hat. Something like one of those old arcade game sprites, but much less square-shaped. “I am convinced Golden Freddy’s child was inspired by some of the gaming machines and made this for me,” he admitted, his voice now sounding a lot smoother (if not a bit hollow and echoey). “If that is not the case, then I am as dumbfounded as you.”

You tilt your head, then hum. “It’s a bit better than chatting it up with a moldy old rabbit outfit,” you confess off-handedly, “but I dunno about talking it up with a ghost.”

The ghost sniggers. “You are already dealing with plenty of terrors tonight,” he reasons as he places an arm on your desk. “What harm would one more specter do to you?”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt, really,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m just disappointed that I can’t see you like when you were alive. I’ve heard so many things about what you used to look like, it’s kinda hard to keep track.”

William leans closer. “What… have you heard?” he asks with a slight tremor.

“Nothing too crazy, I think,” you respond as you now turn your attention to the character select monitor. “Some say you’re tall and lanky, others say you’re tall but you ate too much pizza. Brunette with silver-blue eyes is the main thing I’ve been reading about, but any hair and eye color could work as long as it matches your kids. There’s also been talk about you having scars along with your lankier body type, but I dunno. You don’t seem like the type to get into fights…”

You hear a chortle after that last remark. You turn your head to see William’s ghostly visage looking a bit more pink in the face as he tries to clear his ‘throat’. “Would it helped if I cleared some of this up?” he asked, giving the most suave grin you’ve ever seen him have.

“Yeah, uh… Sure,” you sputter out, not knowing how else to respond.

William drew himself up to full height. His face still kept that proud smile as he started talking. “These reports aren’t entirely wrong,” he spoke up. “I was rather tall for my time, though I cannot exactly remember my exact height. My hair colour was rather dark when I was in my prime, though I am sure that changed when the early nineties hit.” He paused to laugh at his own little quip, then returned to his monologue. “My eyes were very pale, though silvery-blue may be a bit generous. I think either an ice blue or a steely gray would work better as a description. Something more bland, you know.”

You just nod along with interest.

Satisfied with your lack of retorts, he keeps going. “Now, as for my ‘body type’, as I have heard you call it,” he continues, “that changed a lot over the years. If we are talking about my most infamous era, then that is where the scars and much lankier frame come into play. Had to deal with loose skin too, if I remember correctly. That made it really hard to fit into a Springbonnie suit twice ‘Dave’s’ size.”

You raise an eyebrow at ‘Dave’, but you keep nodding. It’s too soon to ask about a villain’s alter egos, you figure.

“As for my Fredbear days,” the ghost continues with a more timid tone, “then the other reports were right. I was a… hm… rotund figure back then. Blame my enthusiasm for eating meals other than baked beans and all of that bleak rubbish, I suppose. My weight did rebound a bit near the end of my life, but nothing too… pear-ish.”

You decide to brush off those last remarks and just lean back in your seat. You shut your eyes and bob your head a few times. In general, he was brunette with pale eyes. As ‘Dave’, he had the bone-thin frame and scars a few forums brought up. Then, back before all of this happened, he had some extra pounds on him. You took all this info in, then opened your eyes. “I think that helps,” you smile at him. “Thanks.”

“You are very welcome,” William grins back, bowing like an actor after a perfect performance. “Now, let’s return to what we’re really here for.”

You nod, but not with the same smile as before. In fact, more questions buzzed as you stared at the screen. You select your desired characters, set their power level to one, then hit “Start”. You lean back in your seat for a moment. Your eyes bounce from your surroundings to your fellow ‘player’. You lock eye contact with each other, then refocus on your surroundings. At least he noticed your change in mood instead of immediately jumping into fight-or-flight again.

After a minute or two of mutual silence, you sigh. All right. Time to get this off your chest. “I’ve got a quick question for you, Mr. Afton,” you pipe up.

You can feel him looming over your shoulder again. “Yes, what is it?” he asks with that posh accent of his.

“If this UCN stuff is actually based on memories, and if you can remember what you looked like, then… why don’t you use your knowledge to change into one of the ‘you’s from before?”

The looming feeling quickly fades. You look behind to see a beet-red William tugging his tie. You watch him try to sputter something out, but the words aren’t coming. By one (kind of) simple question, you’ve absolutely flustered a villain known for being a smooth talker. And, to be quite honest, you’re not sure if you should be proud of yourself or start making your way towards Golden Freddy’s office.

Thankfully, William streamlined those emotions very quickly. “B-Because my powers are limited here,” he explained with an extremely shaky grin. “Golden Freddy can only give me certain things to either make things more ‘fun’ for him, or something that will not make me pester him. The ability to change appearances at all falls into the second category.”

You almost nod in understanding, but then you shake your head. “So, you’re saying Golden Freddy wouldn’t like you showing up here exactly as you were when you wrecked his kid’s life?” you ask as you check your camera system. “That’d be a missed opportunity if I were that kid. Letting my own arch-enemy roll up in here with the exact outfit and stuff while he goes through something I would’ve like to have done to ‘im back then. No offense to you, I guess, but it’s just kinda weird.”

You don’t hear any replies as you check the vents. Uh, oh. Was he mad at you or was he regretting making up an excuse on the fly (if that was an excuse)? You look over your shoulder. No, he’s not mad. He’s just… contemplating. Very miserably.

The clock chimes throughout the halls. You celebrate by spinning around in your office chair as that upbeat music blares through the monitor speakers. After you recover from any motion sickness your dream-traveling body could’ve picked up, you look up at the character select screen. It’s the usual “here’s your reward!” message, but something new catches your eye. You squint to read the added smaller text.

All you can see is “Psst: He can do it. He’s just being a big crybaby” with a wink emoticon.

You click away the message, returning you to the main select screen. You look back at Afton still contemplating in a hunched-over state. “So, uh, I think Golden Freddy just corrected you on that explanation,” you say, gesturing to the screen. “Got a bonus message from him and it basically said ‘He can shapeshift into a human, but he’s being too whiny’.”

William lowers his head into his hands. He heaved a very frustrated sigh.

“Is Golden Freddy right, though?” you ask with a slight grimace. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions…”

“No, he is,” Afton responds at last, straightening his posture a little. “I would not exactly say that I’m being ‘whiny’ about this whole ‘returning to my old self’ idea. A bit too nervous? Definitely. Almost to the point of ‘being a crybaby’, as I am sure Golden Freddy would put it? …I hate to admit this, but that is also true. I am upset and I will most likely have a breakdown if this is forced upon me in the next few minutes.”

You blink rapidly for a few seconds. “Wh… Why??” you inquire in the most baffled tone you’ve ever had.

Afton rubs his ghostly face with his hands, then puts his palms together. “Because, quite frankly, I am appalled by the idea of anyone seeing me as I once was— be it during my time at Fredbear’s or as ‘Dave’,” he explained wearily. “Call it a twisted sense of vanity. Call it a severe lack of trust. You could even call it an unnecessary fear of someone spotting some minuscule detail like a chipped tooth or an eye slightly slacking for all I care. Whatever the reason, whatever the instinct this whole conversation has revived, the bottom line remains the same: I am mortified about anyone seeing me as anything other than a rotting rabbit, as strange as that sounds.”

You try to process his words, but your brain has fried. Your eyes shut. You pinch the bridge of your nose, as if that would somehow help. “So… you’re… scared about anyone finding out what you looked like when you were alive?” you repeat slowly, praying that you were at least close.

A weak chuckle from him gives you some assurance. “That is a… concise way to put it,” he answers a little more sheepishly than you expected.

You stare at the ghostly visage with one eye open. “I wouldn’t be too worried, honestly,” you reason, gradually regaining confidence. “It’s just lil’ old dream-walking me tonight, and I’m probably going to forget most of this tomorrow morning anyway.”

William’s eyes widen. His white pupils shift from side to side. “That is a good point,” he mutters to himself. He breaths deeply, then straightens his posture. “All right,” he says aloud, “which variant would you like to see first?”

Your eyes brighten. “Well, uh, how’s about ‘Dave’?” you ask in return. “He sounds like an interesting guy.”

William only murmurs in reply. He takes a few steps back, closes his eyes, then snaps his fingers. The typical purple flash of light appears, but it’s much slower than usual. You can just barely see a bit of the transformation, even though the glow blocks out most of it.

When the light fades away, an actually human William appears. Everything about him pretty much matches the description he gave you, save for a couple of extra details like unkept hair or dark circles under the eyes.

But does that stop you from wriggling in your seat like a worm on a hook? Nope. Not one bit.

And Wil— “Dave” notices that very quickly. “Heh, looks like I’ve made you quite antsy already,” he grins crookedly, his accent shifting to a more Utahn style. “Dunno if that means I’m still quite a ‘catch’ or if you’re scared of me.”

You snap out of your hyped-up state for a moment. “I’m just so happy to see you (kinda) in the flesh!” you cry out, gesturing towards the man wildly. “It’s just so satisfying putting all these rumors to rest, y’know?”

“Glad to be of service, then,” ‘Dave’ smiles proudly, straightening his off-centered tie. Then, his gray-blue eyes shimmer. “I wonder if the others’ll know it’s me,” he says with a more mischievous air. “Some of ‘em might, but all of ‘em? Pssh. The timeframe’s too skewed.”

You look back at the character select screen. “You wanna try all fifty of them set to one?” you ask slowly, a chill creeping up onto your back.

Your ears catch a faint hum. “Sure,” you hear ‘Dave’ say, back to towering over you. “Let’s go for it. Shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

After some setup, you activate Fifty-One Mode. You instantly check the cameras, flicking the feed from room to room. For this round, you decide to let ‘Dave’ be your alarm system. Any yelp or wince from him, and you take care of the problem as fast as you can. This proves to be a proper strategy, since his new voice is a lot louder (and a smidge… whinier?) than the last few times. After a few minutes, you sit back in your chair as the clock chimes victory once again. “Did any of that prove your theory?” you ask, looking over at the grungy man practically in a cold sweat.

‘Dave’ wipes the sweat off his brow. “Think all o’ that just disproved it,” he pants hoarsely. “Thanks to Goldie, they know it’s me. An absolute shame.”

You tap your foot rhythmically. “What about you during your time at Fredbear’s?” you question him. “Not many of them would’ve been made back then.”

‘Dave’ shakes his head with that crooked grin. “They’d still know,” he sniggers. “Goldie’s making sure of that.”

“Can I… at least see what you looked like?” you press further, leaning forward in your chair. “I mean, we were supposed to do that anyway.”

You watched as “Dave’s” face burned a pale shade of red. His smile turns into a poorly-hidden grimace. “Not to back out of a deal,” he sputters out, “but I’m sure you wouldn’t want to see such a… big man.”

“…You’ve gotta be more specific with that word with me,” you tell him gently, your own voice mixed with mild embarrassment and annoyance. “What kind of ‘big’ are we talking about here? ‘Big’ as in status? ‘Big’ as in being taller than now? ‘Big’ is in—?“ You cut yourself. Your eyes widen. A part of your earlier discussion flickers in your mind.

“…the other reports were right. I was a… hm… rotund figure back then…”

Oh.

Oh, how were you this stupid whenever you dream-walked?

You lightly shake your head, as if stirring yourself out of a trance. “Never mind, I think I get it now,” you say hoarsely, raising a hand as if to physically stop ‘Dave’ from answering. “If you’re worried showing a little bit of chub, then don’t be. I’ve—“

“Dave” wordlessly steps closer. “It’s not just a bit of chub,” he retorts with a sneer. “Why else do you think I said something about my sagging skin?” He gestures to his shirt sleeve, which does seem to droop in places where it’s not supposed to. “An unfortunate downside for most with drastic weight loss, sure, but my alternative is far worse,” he huffs as he readjusts his shirt cuff out of habit. “To ‘show off’ my even younger self— This disgustingly podgy pear of a man— would be an absolute repulsion to you! I may not know you personally, but I have seen enough to know that this scrawny and scarred figure is optimal when it comes to your aesthetics.”

Your mouth hangs open for a second. You try to stammer out a reply, but that speech fried your brain even more than the other monologue. All you can do is bury your head into your hands and groan. “I hate to ask this,” you squeak out at last, “but how’d you come to that conclusion?”

You hear a bitter chuckle that runs through your spine. “Simple,” you hear him answer. “Many, many years of experience. Some as myself, some as ‘Dave’, and some as a shambling robot. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned about my Fredbear-era body, it’s this: No one wants to see that fat figure again. Or for the first time, if you want to apply my knowledge to your little forum friends.”

Even though you’re only in a dream-like state, you can feel your blood boiling. You sit back upright and look him dead in the eyes. “Bet,” you say sternly.

Now it’s “Dave’s” turn to raise an eyebrow. “‘Bet’?” he repeats back, resting an arm on the desk. “What in the world is there to bet? Putting you in a coma while I walk to my actual fate scot-free? Please! As if Goldie would allow that!”

“I’m just saying that I want to challenge your bluff,” you explain, keeping your tone firm and cold. “You change into your Fredbear’s self, I gauge my own reaction. If I don’t feel like I want to throw up, then you just made the dumbest guess about anybody I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re saying that I misjudged you?”

“I’m saying you misjudged yourself— Well, when it comes to this.”

You watch “Dave’s” expression shift from irritation to shock to nonchalance. All within a minute. “All right,” he scoffs, lifting his arm from the desk. “I have put this off long enough. However, I’m not going to take back what I said before.” With that as his final warning, ‘Dave’ disappeared in that same purple glow.

Your heart thumps. This is it. Your chance to prove all those doubts of his wrong. You watch the glow much closer now, impatiently hoping to at least get a hint of what’s to come.

Once the glow fades, William reappears in his Fredbear Era form. You double-take in spite of yourself. Not only is he his usually tall self, but now he’s also very chubby. Like a giant, overstuffed teddy bear ready to snuggle the person it loves, but human. A human that, while you were getting your bearings, inspected his new body as if he were trying on an outfit in front of the mirror. “Tsk, tsk,” you catch him mumbling in a warmer version of his ghostly voice, using that as your way of refocusing your attention. “Still as potbellied as I remember. A good thing that this suit adjusts along with me…”

You clear your throat, making him lock eyes with you. “I’ve been looking at you for a few seconds now, Mr. Afton,” you tell him with your smuggest expression. “And guess what? I don’t feel sick or disgusted at all. Surprised, sure, but that’s probably a given.”

William put a hand to his stomach. “If that’s true, then perhaps I am well-loved like I am well-fed,” he chuckles sheepishly, patting his stomach to emphasize the last word. “I… I almost want to switch places with you and see how the chair acts under my new weight, but I have a feeling it will not end well.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it!” you call out, bouncing up from your chair with renewed vigor. “If it could hold two versions of the same bulky rabbit, I’m sure it’ll handle you just fine!”

You give Afton some room as he settles into your office seat. It buckles and creaks a little, but not as much as when it did with Springtrap. You get closer, putting a hand on his shoulder. “What’d I tell you?” you smile. “That bad boy can—“

The chair creaks and buckles even louder, sounding both of your alarm bells. You reposition yourself so that you can help him get up to his feet, but it’s too late. The chair cracks under his weight, causing him to crash onto the floor and you to almost lose your balance. Thankfully, you recenter yourself just in time. “Are you okay?” you ask him, holding out your arm. “Do you need help getting up?”

William shakes his head, then rolls his eyes with a defeated groan. “It is a miracle nothing else broke,” he muses, putting a hand to his stomach again. “Otherwise, I would have much more than a crushed chair and a bruised bottom to deal with.”

You glance back at the character select screen out of curiosity. The only thing new is a pop up that reads: “You guys were getting kinda boring, so I decided to shake things up. Thanks for switching seats.”

Now it was your turn to sigh deeply in frustration. Well, there went the whole idea of helping Mr. Afton get more comfortable in his new body…

#william afton #fnaf y/n #fnaf ucn #golden freddy #long post #scraptrap #one shot #y/n fanfic #second person #actually tried to remember that William doesn’t really use contractions most of the time #hope it pays off

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