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this is simultaneously the best and worst thing i couldâve ever seen
#GLEN BEING SET FROM THE STARTâŠ#âhe doesnât care as long as he gets to flyâ PEOPLE DIED#SUGAR?#BOB.#FANBACK HEIGHT DIFFERENCE BEING LITERALLY WRITTEN AND A REQUIREMENT#JAVY I WILL AVENGE U đđđ#HARVARD AND YALE BEING BROTHERS/TWINS?#i know a lot of this was rewritten but#itâs an everyday thing w this fandom#glad they got rid of the lardo name bc uhhhh wtf is that#top gun maverick#glen powell
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Thinking about Elizabeth Woodville as a gothic heroine is making me go insane. She entered the story by overturning existing social structures, provoking both ire and fascination. She married into a dynasty doomed to eat itself alive. She was repeatedly associated with the supernatural, both in terms of love and death. Her life was shaped entirely by uncanny repetitions - two marriages, two widowhoods, two depositions, two flights to sanctuary, two ultimate reclamations, all paralleling and ricocheting off each other. Her plight after 1483 exposed the true rot at the heart of the monarchy - the trappings of royalty pulled away to reveal nothing, a never-ending cycle of betrayal and war, the price of power being the (literal) blood of children. She lived past the end of her family name, she lived past the end of her myth. She ended her life in a deeply anomalous position, half-in and half-out of royal society. She was both a haunting tragedy and the ultimate survivor who was finally free.
#elizabeth woodville#nobody was doing it like her#I wanted to add more things (eg: propaganda casting her as a transgressive figure and a threat to established orders; the way we'll never#truly Know her as she's been constantly rewritten across history) but ofc neither are unique to her or any other historical woman#my post#wars of the roses#don't reblog these tags but - the thing about Elizabeth is that she kept winning and losing at the same time#She rose higher and fell harder (in 1483-85) than anyone else in the late 15th century#From 1461 she was never ever at lasting peace - her widowhood and the crisis of 1469-71 and the actual terrible nightmare of 1483-85 and#Simnel's rebellion against her family and the fact that her birth family kept dying with her#and then she herself died right around the time yet another Pretender was stirring and threatening her children. That's...A Lot.#Imho Elizabeth was THE adaptor of the Wars of the Roses - she repeatedly found herself in highly anomalous and#unprecedented situations and just had to survive and adjust every single time#But that's just...never talked about when it comes to her#There are so many aspects of her life that are potentially fascinating yet completely unexplored in scholarship or media:#Her official appointment in royal councils; her position as the first Englishwoman post the Norman Conquest to be crowned queen#and what that actually MEANT for her; an actual examination of the propaganda against her; how she both foreshadowed and set a precedent#for Henry VIII's english queens; etc#There hasn't even been a proper reassessment of her role in 1483-85 TILL DATE despite it being one of the most wildly contested#periods in medieval England#lol I guess that's what drew me to Elizabeth in the first place - there's a fundamental lack of interest or acknowledgement in what was#actually happening with her and how it may have affected her. There's SO MUCH we can talk about but historians have repeatedly#stuck to the basics - and even then not well#I guess I have more things to write about on this blog then ((assuming I ever ever find the energy)#also to be clear while the Yorkists did 'eat themselves alive' they also Won - the crisis of 1483-85 was an internal conflict within#the dynasty that was not related to the events that ended in 1471 (which resulted in Edward IV's victory)#Henry Tudor was a figurehead for Edwardian Yorkists who specifically raised him as a claimant and were the ones who supported him#specifically as the husband of Elizabeth of York (swearing him as king only after he publicly swore to marry her)#Richard's defeat at Bosworth had *nothing* to do with 'York VS Lancaster' - it was the victory of one Yorkist faction against another#But yes the traditional line of succession was broken by Richard's betrayal and the male dynastic line was ultimately extinguished.
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I am Desperate to hear more of your mk worldbuilding headcanons (also, your art is stunning)
Aaaa thank you đ Donât worry I got you
Zaterrans are modern humanâs missing ancestor.
Male Osh-Tekk are teal while females are brown. They also have feathers instead of hair with bird hands and feet.
Edenia has a huge veiling culture.
The Kollector was the one who brought Sento to Outworld, Shang Tsung purchased it from him.
Khao is made entirely of islands completely disconnected from each other (ex. desert island right next to a swamp island). On the other hand Seido is one large continent with little biodiversity.
Omegis is the baba yaga.
Cyromancers naturally have fast heartbeats because their heart is trying to compensate for how cold their bodies are.
Most folklore creatures come from races and animals from different realms accidentally crossing a rift.
There arenât many coastal settlements in Outworld because the merging of realms always causes flooding.
#did you know humans have a missing ancestor? you do now#Iâve rewritten Omegis a lot in my au#Iâve mostly based her off her first appearance and disregarded the following ones XD#sheâs true neutral if you ask me#also Outworld races!! gotta give them some love#and make them not be humans with microscopic differences#edenia#outworld#chaosrealm#orderrealm#<- âI will be using Khao and Seido to refer to those two respectively in my text posts#bc theyâre one realm in my au so the only thing dividing them is the sea#Iâm just tagging the realms#mortal kombat#mortal kombat worldbuilding#cfa posts
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#toontown#things people say in toontown#toontown rewritten#ttr#that sounds like a lot of people i know actually
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shaking at 5am, spent the past two days getting back into obikin, reading a 50k fic, drawing for 12 hours, talking to any soul that would listenâ and now writing this snip of hurt/comfortâ ObiKin 506w đđđ
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Obi-Wan is used to Anakin asking for more than a Padawan should, more than a Jedi-Knight, more than a Jedi should, period.
There would be times Anakin pushes the boundaries between them, providing the most bizarre excuses for his inappropriate behaviour, excuses to which Obi-Wan has a hard time not replying with 'Really Anakin, this?' excuses Obi-Wan still accepts, accepts and pretends to understand. Excuses he needs to preserve his own integrity as a Jedi while still giving Anakin what he wants, what he needs.
Sometimes, Anakin says nothing.
Sometimes there's no clever excuses or witty jokes. Sometimes, Anakin is silent, sometimes, Anakin just takes what he wants, what he needs.
Obi-Wan always gives, never rejects Anakin when he truly needs it.
And tonight, weary from endless battles, with the blood of hundreds on his lightsaber, Anakin needs it.
So when Anakin crawls into Obi-Wan's bed, smelling of smoke and blood, unshowered and filthy- he says nothing.
Obi-Wan doesn't so much stir, allowing the boy-turned-man, wrap his strong arms around him, doesn't even flinch when Anakin squeezes so tight it's crossing the uncomfortable into the painful rather swiftly.
Obi-Wan allows it. Allows Anakin to bury his face in his nape, allows the ragged inhales, allows the seeking, desperate feeling of Anakin's force signature against his ownâ but when Anakin shakes with it, with the burden he carries, Obi-Wan cannot pretend to miss it.
"Oh, dear one" he says, voice quiet, saddened. He shifts, and Anakin freezes, his hold loosening immediately. Anakin couldn't have missed that he was awake, of course he didn't. He simply didn't expect Obi-Wan to acknowdlge what he was doing, didn't expect him to...
"Come here," Obi-Wan says, turning fully, facing Anakin in the darkness of the room, lifting an arm and creating a space for Anakin to get into. If he chooses to, that is.
Anakin doesn't even pretend to consider it. He launches forward like a starved thing, desperate for warmth and acceptance, needing it in ways that are being his ability to hide, to mask.
"Masterâ" the sound of his voice is torn, borderline inhuman. "Master..." he chokes, more quietly, more ragged.
Anakin's shoulders shake with it, and if Obi-Wan feels wetness at his neck, he would never speak of it to a living soul.
"I know" Obi-Wan whispers, wrapping his arm securely about his once-Padawan, pulling him flat against himself, his free hand at the back of his head. "I know." he repeats, soothing him, stroking at his hair with patience, with care.
"I'm here." He breathes out, eyes closed.
This war is rough on this one. Regardless of his natural talent and skill, despite his bravado and cockiness. It's rough on him.
On all of them.
"Sleep, Anakin." he murmurs once the shaking finally subsides "It's okay you sleep" he speaks on, knowing Anakin hardly pays attention to the words anymore, only the tone matters. "Sleep, dear one" he says into his hair, smelling the death in it and inhaling anyways.
Anakin sleeps, despite it all, he does.
#there's a lot of context i had to write in after the fact and so i had rewritten parts of it in the start to allow the connection----#it's about how anakin keeps pushing his boundaries with obi-wan-- being touchy-- sleeping in his bed--- leaning on him---#and always having some bulshit excuse why it's normal behaviour--- but sometimes-- he just doesnt even try to give an excuse--#sometimes he just needs obi-wan#obikin#obikin fic#star wars#obi-wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#I DON'T KNOW THE TAGS -- CRIES- i am just possessed and stumbling into the neighborhood ALSO IT IS WRITTEN AT A GOD FORSAKEN HOUR SO PLZ#any weird mistakes SHOULD BE EXCUSED#buns.w#buns.all#anakin#obi wan
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do you guys wanna know about my ocs perhaps
#lemon man talks#I feel like I only ever talk about them in the poolrooms server so thereâs like 3 people that know anything about them#And even then I omit a lot of info bc their lore is only half made#Itâs still in the process of being rewritten
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kronus AU, title still pending
chapter 8, 9, 10, 11
First chapter, previous chapter
8 SILENA
A walk.Â
That was the lie Travis told them when he left this morning. But she and Bianca know better. A walk is the last thing Travis would be doing. He would be frantically scavenging for any sort of edible food that remains, for any medical supplies that have all run out a year ago, for a way out of this hellhole they made for themselves. And without her there to hold Travis back, he can cover 10 times more ground.Â
Silena isnât upset about being lied to. Itâs more of a white lie than anything. A lie to spare her feelings. A lie to not make her feel so bad about being a deadweight. Sheâs fine with it. Not really. She has come to terms with it. Why canât she do more? And she is over it. She is done with wallowing in self-pity. There are things she canât do compared to her three companions and she is fine with that.Â
So Travis lied to her about the walk. Thatâs fine.Â
Scavenging is fine.Â
But not shirt picking in their ruined camp.Â
Not reversing all his scars.Â
Not duplicating himself so Silenaâs hearing one Travis and seeing another.Â
Not go somewhere where sheâs hearing Annabethâs voice asking her for answers and demanding to know what she did and who is she who is she speaking to why arenât you answering are you there hellohellohellohellohello
Bianca stares back at her, holding Travisâs limp body in her thin arms. Travis never fell for her charmspeak ever since Luke taught him how to resist it. So this canât be Travis. This is just an imposter. It has to be.Â
Bianca stares at her, uncertain and alarmed. âWhatâs wrong, Silena? Why is Travis asleep? Who are you talking to?â
Bianca stares at her with wide, seeking eyes thatâs only ever directed at Travis. Silena hates it, hates this pressure thatâs passed to her, hates how she immediately looks for Travis or someone else to pass it off too because she doesnât know.Â
Why was she made third in command? Who even needs a third in command in their four person group? Why does Bianca even bother looking at her for guidance? Sheâs just as lost and clueless.Â
Silena bites back her fear and presses the phone against her chest, willing her voice to exude a fraction of confidence their leader always seems to carry. âGo take Travis back to the base. Iâll meet you in a bit.â
Bianca hesitates, Silena smiles wider and nods for her to go, Not-Travis snores away dead asleep, before Bianca nods and leaves with Travis.Â
Silena waits to make sure Bianca is fully gone before pressing the phone back to her ear to hear Annabeth still demanding her to answer but now coupled with other voices. Clarisseâs. Percyâs. Willâs and Nicoâs. A whole bunch more she canât recognize. And theyâre all saying each otherâs name. Not dead then. Alive. Theyâre alive. Itâs impossible. This is a trick. A hallucination. A side effect of always going to bed hungry and waking even hungrier.
Silena closes her eyes, gathers her thoughts, gathers her breath, wills her voice to be steady, fails, and starts choking up when she remembers the way things used to be.Â
Itâs not them. It canât be them. Thereâs no way. Just pretend itâs not them.
And what she is sure is hours later, Silena finally says, âHello?â
âWho is this?â Fake-Annabeth immediately demands. âWhat did you do to Travis?â
So Travis is there then. Silena brushes a strand of hair back behind her ears. Think this through, Silena. Confirm it's actually Travis.Â
âLet's switch to video mode.â
â⊠how do I do that?â
Silena clutches the phone. So this isnât Annabeth then. A god impersonating her? A hallucination?Â
âIâll turn it on. You just press the green button when it comes on the screen.â
âOkay.â
Silena brings the phone away and presses the button in between the phone and the stick figure, a symbol for a camcorder. She hits it. It rings once, twice, then the blank screen flashes white, before readjusting, and there in the middle, exactly as Silena remembers her from before her death, healthy and well, Annabeth Chase.Â
Oh gods.Â
Itâs her.Â
Itâs really her.Â
Annabeth squints, bringing her face close to the camera. âI canât see you. It's too dark.â
Silena presses her back against the wall and sinks to her knees.Â
âSee who? Who are you talking to?â Perseus Jackson says, coming up behind Annabeth and squinting into the phone, also healthy with this liveliness in his sea-green eyes.Â
Silena presses her face into the crook of her arm and wills her tears and grief and anger at the unfairness of it all back. Theyâre not real. I want them to be real. Itâs a hallucination. I wish this was reality. This is a lie. But what if this whole ordeal had been a nightmare and sheâs finally waking up now.Â
Off-screen Silena hears a fist smacking against an open palm and Clarisse la Rueâs voice, with all its burly and growly hitches, strong without a hint of defeat. âI bet itâs Kronosâs punks.â
âWho are you?â Annabeth asks again.Â
Or maybe sheâs finally losing it. Sheâs nowhere near as strong as the rest of them. Maybe this is the start of her mental breakdown.Â
âHello?â Annabeth says, squinting. âS â ⊠say something.â
âIâŠâ Silena takes a deep breath and presses the heel of her hand into her eye. âI⊠want to see Travis.â
The camera is whirled around, obviously they had no idea they can just flip the cameras, to Travis on the ground.Â
Silena chokes on her tears when she sees Will and⊠and⊠is that Connor? It has to be Connor because the one on the ground unconscious has to be Travis. It is Travis. Thatâs the clothing Travis had earlier this morning when he went outside.Â
Make sure though. You have to make sure.
âPull his turtleneck down,â Silena asks, watching Will and Connor squint at her.Â
âWho is that?â
âSheâs not saying.â
âThen why are we doing what she says?â
âYou know, thatâs a good question. Hey, tell us who you areââ
Itâs a cacophony of voices, both recognizable and unrecognizable, but the only thing that matters is Will. Silena watches him do as she asks. Thereâs a furrow in his eyebrow when his fingers make contact with Travisâs skin. He hesitates and Silena wonders if he can feel how bad the wound is beneath the fabric.Â
Then he tugs it down.Â
Immediately Will stiffen. The talking in the background stops. Silena looks away as soon as she confirms the mess of badly sewn together skin, the bite not even a tiny bit healed in the year and a half since the incident. Thatâs definitely Travis.Â
âDonât heal him,â Silena warns when she notices Willâs hands glowing. âIt will make everything worse.â
âWhat? Worse how!? This is obviously a life threatening injury. I'm surprised that Travis is even alive!â
âJust donât,â Silena finishes, knowing the explanation isnât enough but it's all she can muster right now.
âTell us whatâs going on. You said this is Travis, right? Then what happened to him to become like this.â Annabeth demands.Â
The boy in their camp shirt Bianca rescued⊠Silena supposes thatâs what Travis was like before all this. Did they switch the past and present self? Did Travis time travel to the past? Is that even possible? But that Travis looks too old so he canât be⊠can he? What if sheâs just misremembering? Or what if this is a trick? What if Athena or Hades is playing with them? Should she charmspeak them? Keep them frozen until Travis wakes up several hours from now? They were fighting earlier otherwise he wouldnât have called her yelling so these people canât be friends.Â
But they arenât attacking Travis now, are they? And it looks not a single person was hurt or dead, so Travis was holding back. So⊠they werenât fighting? Is she assuming too much? Is Travis okay with these people and her acting now will ruin the peace?Â
All these thoughts, all these choices, all these unknowns, and the only one who might know what's going on is asleep. Silena canât do this by herself. She needs Travis to tell her whatâs next, the plan, the course of action. She doesnât have enough information. But Travis is bound to know whatâs going on. He always does and he always knows what to do.Â
âLetâs wait for Travis to wake up.â
âThen wake him up. You put him to sleep, right?â
Silena shakes her head before realizing they canât see her. âNo. He needs a minimum of an hour rest.â
âWhy?â
Ah. They donât know. She chews her cheeks. Should she tell them? Wouldnât Travis already tell them if they were friends why? Would Travis want her to tell them? Knowing him, no. Never. He would rather die.Â
âWhy?â Annabeth asks again, not as patient this time and Silena blurts.
âHe needs the rest, otherwise he gets cranky and a bit⊠short-tempered?â Is that the best word to use? Should she have used violent? Or maybe murderous?Â
Thereâs this glint in Annabethâs eyes. A hard look that Silena doesnât like. A stare Annabeth only ever reserves for enemies. âSo what Iâm getting at here is that Travis is dangerous.â
Silena panics more. Everything she says is making it worse. âNo! Travis isnât dangerous. Trust me. If Travis wanted you dead, you all would be dead a thousand times over by now.â
9 WILL
Will stares at the wound. Itâs from a bite rather than an injury from a tool. About 45 millimeters long and too deep to be survivable. The carotid artery was definitely bitten. Will can sense the damaged, inflamed tissues throbbing underneath the shabby stitches. The size and shearing along the edges doesnât seem to indicate an animal did it, but something more humanoid.Â
The pain must be unimaginable. It must be unbearable.Â
But Will can fix this. He can make it better. And he should. Heâs going to.Â
But the mysterious girl with the weirdly familiar voice in a panicky voice is saying something about how the pain keeps Travis in check.Â
âDonât. Please, Will. It will make the situation worse. Travis is fine. He was functioning, wasnât he? He doesnât want help so please donât.â
He never said his name. None of them ever said who they are but the girl knows them all. Annabeth. Percy. Clarisse. Nico.Â
âHe doesnât want it healed,â the girl finally says.Â
Will stares at the empty bottle of nectar he had tried to give earlier.Â
âCan I at least dress the wound properly?â he tries compromising.Â
â⊠ask him when he wakes up.â
Okay but what if he does anyway?
âWill, please donât,â the girl pleads like she knows what heâs thinking, now heâs more certain than ever he knows this girl from somewhere. Itâs familiar but he canât place a face to this person. But her voice, it brings up memories. Of a four year long war, of Lee and Michael, of a dying pine tree, of funeral pyres. The name is on the tip of his tongue but he just canât remember.Â
But fine.Â
Fine.Â
He wonât.Â
âLetâs put him back on the bed,â he tells Clarisse. âYou get his legs. I got his head. Nico, you support the back.â
Should he also mention Travis is devastatingly light? Heâs way too light for someone his height should be at. They lift him with ease and plop him down on the cushioned bed with care. Well, he and Nico with care. Clarisse more like tosses the legs onto the bed before stomping back to Annabeth still on the phone with Percy huddled beside her. Connor stands next to Annabeth, talking and rubbing his neck and oh yeah, Will is reminded that Travis was just minutes earlier strangling his brother.
Will pushes his way through the group, asking as he comes up, âYou okay? Are you having trouble breathing and swallowing?âÂ
Connor shakes his head, then rubs his neck in a very unconvincing way. âNo, Travis didnât squeeze.â
âI still donât believe this guy is âTravisâ,â Clarisse spits. âDo you honestly think Travis can do that? Stab me, choke you, fight us off and actually kind of win? No. This is definitely an imposter.â
Will checks to make sure, brushing Connorâs hand away to feel for himself, and Connorâs right. No bruising. No red marks. It was nothing more than a light touch.
âWait, wait, wait. Before we go into all that, we need to talk about that⊠that⊠vision, or memory, or whatever that was!â Leo stammers coming over to them, his hands pointing at who knows where. âWe all saw it, right?! Right?â
âYeah, so what?â Clarisse grunts.Â
âI definitely do not remember anything like that happening,â Leo states.Â
Piper nods beside Leo. âMe too.âÂ
 âSo it was a fake vision. A tactic to distract us,â Clarisse dismisses.Â
âButââ
âItâs just a trick,â Clarisse snaps, whirling to face the duo. âA ploy. A ruse. Something to help him escape. It doesnât mean anything.â
But itâs all a mask. Underneath all the biting remarks, Clarisse is just scared and confused.Â
âUhhh, I donât know if it means anything,â Connor starts, âBut when Travis was on top of me and he had his hands around my throat, he smiled andââÂ
Clarisse snorts. âSo what? Travis laughs at the littlest things.âÂ
ââhis eyes they, uh. They. They turned. Um. Okay, before I tell you guys, you all have to promise to believe me when I say Travis and I will never ever willingly join Kronos. Maybe if we were forced or brainwashed to do it but we will never out of our own choice join him. Weâre 100% on the Gods side. Hashtag Team Olympians and all that.â
âOkay,â Annabeth says, calm as ever. âWe got it. Go on.â
Connor rubs the back of his head, his eyes not meeting theirs as he finishes quietly.Â
âWhen Travis was on top of me, he smiled and his eyes⊠his eyes, uh, they did something weird, likeââ Connor swallows. âHis eyes turned gold. Likeâ like when Luke, when he was â When Luke wasââ
âWhen Luke was possessed by Kronos.âÂ
10 ANNABETH
***Fix later
âWell, what do you have to say to that?â Annabeth asks the girl on the phone.
And Silena Beauregard coughs to clear her throat. âUm, yeah. About that. Umm. I donât know what you want me to say. Travis will tell you if he feels like it when he wakes up.âÂ
This is Silenaâs voice. Annabeth knows it's her because they had spent hours together Iris Messaging about her math homework. Thereâs no mistaking it. She is speaking to Silena.
But Silena has long since been dead, happily living in Elysium with Beckendorf so it canât be her. Maybe the gods are playing a cruel joke on her. Maybe Hera didnât like her redesigned palace in Olympus and this is her punishment.Â
Annabeth keeps her opinions to herself as Silena continues to blabber about Travis needing to be tied to something sturdy. It makes him feel âbetterâ and âsafeâ. Clarisse complies maybe a bit too eagerly and definitely too roughly as she lurches his wrists together with a handcuff to a nightstand.
âOh. No, you canât use that. Travis will get out of those in seconds,â Silena tells them. âYou have to use something with more, uh, complications. Like a magic self-tying rope or, um, like a high-grade mechanical lock. You know, the ones only Charlie can make.âÂ
Percy flinches. Clarisse stiffens, the both of them realizing the same time as her.Â
Only one person calls Beckendorf by that name.Â
âCharlie? Whoâs Charlie?â Leo whispers to Piper and Calypso.Â
âBeckendorf is dead,â Annabeth answers the same time Clarisse, voice thick with unhidden grief, says, âSilena?âÂ
Silena laughs, high-pitched and nervous. âYeah, I know. Donât remind me. But you guys still have his stuff around, right?âÂ
âHeâs dead, Silena,â Annabeth continues, âAnd youâre supposed to be dead too.âÂ
âWhat? No. No. Youâre getting it all wrong. Youâre the dead one,â Silena fires back without pause.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou died in Manhattan. A drakon melted you,â Percy says, choking on his words, âYou were impersonating Clarisse and led the Ares cabin into battle. You⊠saved us with what you did. You died saving us.â
âThatâs not funny.â The bitterness in Silenaâs voice is a surprise. âYou really think I can do something as brave as that? Give me a break.â
âSilenaââ Clarisse tries, but from the other line, thereâs the sound of shoes scruffing tile and glass.Â
âYou know what? Iâm done here. Iâm waiting for Travis to wake up. See you all in an hour. None of you are allowed to touch him or hurt him until heâs awake.â
Annabeth barely has time to process the charmspeak before the call disconnects.Â
11
The familiar burning, excruciating pain.Â
Thatâs what he wakes up too.Â
[oh good. Youâre awake. I was getting tired of pretending I was still asleep.] is the first thing he hears.Â
[We need to find a backup to the backup pill. I had a situation] is the next thing which is exactly what he doesnât need.Â
He mentally prepares for the worse. Everybody is gone. Bianca and Nico raised the dead. Perseus caused another storm. The gods are against them. Itâs just him, this guy, and the titan now. He has nobody else.Â
So when he opens his eyes to find the Big House intact and the sky still free of clouds with just the slightest hint of orange, not a single thing out of the ordinary, heâs confused. Heâs on his side, his head on a soft pillow with a comforter over him. Itâs⊠soft. Itâs clean. It smells really, really good and feels even better. He wonders if he could somehow sneak one or two or maybe five comforters back with him to give to the others. He peaks over his shoulder to find the room bare. Nico and Will are beside the table, looking through his weapon. Connâ Leo, Calypso, and Piper, talking in a group beside the door. Just those six.Â
Whereâs the rest of them? He rests the palm of his hand against the wall silently and focuses. Thereâs⊠about 5 others in the conference room. Two in the attic. One in the basement on their way back up. That leaves about 6 unaccounted for, but if he had killed them, he doesnât think theyâll leave him this unsupervised.
What are you talking about? Everything looks fine.Â
[No. Will made me throw the pills up. I got it under control somewhat by calling Silena, but Iâm sorry. The titan threw some memories around. They might ask about that. Then he was about to choke your brother but Iâ]Â Â
What?!
He bolts upwards and kicks the comforter off him, drawing everybodyâs attention. He hears the chairs scraping and weapons leaving their sheath as he bounds over to Connor.Â
âAre you okay?â The words come out first before his stupid eyes kick in. Connor looks fine. Not even a bruise on his neck. And now everybody is staring at him with half having their weapons drawn.Â
[â stopped him so heâs fine.]
Maybe he should have waited and finished listening. Â
âYeah, Iâm okay,â Connor squeaks, stiff as a board. But a corner of his mouth twitches up into a crooked smile. âUh, thanks for asking!â
His heart twists and turns and screams at the familiarity.Â
Great. I'm glad, he tries to stay but it sticks to his throat. All he hears is his heart pounding and a voice in the back of his mind telling him this isnât his brother, his own brother would never look at him like that, would never smile like that, would never act like that. And itâs all his fault. [No. Itâs not. It was an accident.]Â
A hand on his arm. A gentle voice, scolding and firm but caring. âStop that. Youâll tear open the stitches.â
He peels his eyes back open to find Will beside him, softly but insistently tugging his hand away from where he was digging into his neck.Â
âYou saw,â he states emotionlessly, pulling his arm free and stepping back, the automatic, practically ingrained, fibbing starting right away, âIt's not that bad. It doesnât even hurt.â
Their collective faces tell him no one even remotely believed him.Â
âIâm fine. I swear,â he lies, looking away from all their stares. It makes him uncomfortable. Their blatant concern. Their obvious worry. No bloodlust, no anger, no pain. Itâs weird. Itâs unnerving. It makes his heart twist and pang and want what will never come.Â
âIâm fine,â he says again, weakly.Â
âNo. Youâre not,â Will says, stepping up to him, eyes hard. âNot with that injury. Not after that stunt.â
âIââ Travis starts, but stops. What is he supposed to say? I know what it looks like, but I was not trying to kill myself. It was to make sure I donât kill any of you.Â
âTravis. Itâs okay. You donât have to be scared. We wonât hurt you. Justââ Connor starts, sounding perfectly normal and reasonable, just like his old self. Like nothing bad ever happened. Like he could just pretend heâs alright and nothing is wrong, like the past two years were nothing more but a bad dream.Â
If only.Â
âWhereâs my phone?â he asks instead because thatâs safe. Thatâs a goal he can focus on. [Not here.]Â
None of them have it. No reason to stay then.Â
He starts backing towards the door, debating if he can get to it before the other six. But Will catches on and grabs his wrist to stop him. It takes all he has to not flinch. Last time Will caught him, he gave his leg a bad case of gas gangrene. [Willâs not dead here. Donât lash out.]Â
âYouâre in no condition to be moving about,â Will scolds.Â
âStay here,â Piper persuades, voice gentle and his chest warms, aches with emotion thatâs not his own. âRest.â
He pushes back against the charmspeaking and shakes his wrist free, stepping back. Before any of them can come closer, he digs the heel of his shoe down into the floor and kicks up. The floor comes with his shoe, creating a makeshift wall that collides with the ceiling. Whoops. He was a bit too eager there. He looks behind him to make sure the floor isnât stretched too thin. As great as this power is when it comes to remodeling, he can only work with what he has. Great news, the floor did not split in half. Heâll fix this when itâs all over.Â
âWhat the hell?â he hears Leo say.Â
Guess his counterpart here doesnât have his home-remodeling ability.Â
Weird.Â
[I still think the ability belongs more with MâAthenaâs children. Theyâre the architects.] Dad was the god of hospitality. And part of hospitality is making sure the house is cozy, so we are connected to architects in a way. [I guess, but wouldnât I get the same power? My dâ]Â
A board creaks behind him. A hand hovers over his arm. He reacts out of instinct, out of reflex. He grabs the wrist of the hand and twists, sweeping his leg at the same time to knock the zombie down. Heâs already pulling the arm taunt across his chest in an arm lock with the back of knees on the neck when he realizes itâs Nico and not an undead.Â
âWhoops. Sorry,â he says, loosening his grip immediately and tries not to think about how close he was to snapping Nicoâs neck.Â
Nico glares at him on his back, obviously not pleased, twisting a hand around his joggers and shadow-traveling them back into the room.Â
Itâs not like he hadnât shadow-travel before. Bianca has used it on them multiple times as a last resort kind of deal when the situation calls for it. Normally, he handles it fine. But this time? This time he is not handling it fine. Heâs not handling it at all.Â
But thereâs no option here. Push past the nausea. Find the phone.Â
âNico?â Will says, alarmed, voice distant. (Blood and open holes and gushing wounds, pained and dying screams, a plea to end the misery, an apology for never being enough) [itâs not real youâre not there]
âIâm fine,â Nico grunts, getting out under him. âI think I surprised him and he retaliated. Iâm not hurt, Will. Donât worry.â
As soon as Nico is away, he takes the opportunity to dig a hand into the ground and lift the floor up like itâs a rug. He rolls through the open flap, pulls it shut behind him, and promptly falls ten feet to the basement floor. He lands hard on his hands and knees and fuck. He feels it hard into his bones as the pain reverberates through his whole body.Â
[you okay?] Yeah. Fine.Â
Itâs not a moment later that Nico is there behind him again. And again he puts him in an armlock.Â
Nico grunts, rolls some, but realizes thereâs no way heâs getting out and tries to shadow travel again. Further this time. In a more twisty and convoluted route. Probably to disorient him. Itâs working very well. Heâs getting more nauseous by the minute. But he has been through worse.Â
When Nico exits out of the tunnel, he retightens his grip and knees until theyâre in lock again. Heâs planning on ditching Nico immediately. Nico is already panting. Heâs bound to give up after one or two rounds. But itâs light he sees it in the eyes, the way theyâre defiant and determined. Nico isnât going to give up until heâs way past his limits.Â
âLook, I⊠I just ââ He loosens his grip, lets Nico wriggle out beneath him, before pulling himself into a crossed-leg sitting position. âI just need to find my phone. I need to check back with Silena. Theyâre in danger and I got to see if they got out safely.âÂ
Nico glares, and he remembers Bianca glares the same way whenever he goes out by himself. Theyâre equally not terrifying anymore.Â
âThen just say that. One of us would have escorted you.â Then Nico grabs him and shadows-travels again.Â
Nico drops them off in front of Annabeth [great!] and Perseus, fuck no. Before anyone can get close, he plants his foot flat on the ground and kicks up with his heel. The wooden floor follows his foot and goes up like itâs made of putty, wood contorting and creaking and nearly snapping. But it doesnât and it creates an effective blockade as it touches the ceiling.
He hears complaints from the other side, âWoah, what is this? What did Travis just do?âÂ
âWhat the fuck was that, Stoll? I literally plopped you right in front of her!â
âNo. Not him. Not with Perseus there. I donât want to be anywhere near him.âÂ
No Perseus. No Leo. No Piper. No Will. Not his brother. Preferably no one but this worldâs Silena and Bianca. He wonders if he could somehow achieve that.Â
âWell, tough luck.â
With a quick inhale and exhale, Nico drops them off at Annabeth and Perseusâs feet but much closer this time.Â
This fucking sucks, he thinks as he kicks up the floor into another wall and Nico again gets ready to Shadow Travel. *****
xxxxx
He wakes up to the horrid and gloomy sound of rain. The bringer of sad campers. The tall tell of canceled activities. The start of endless complaints and whines from all ages.Â
Travis hates the rain.Â
It makes his job so much worse.Â
Granted, it doesnât rain much in Camp Half Blood. But the few times it did, it always meant horrible news.Â
And it makes everything damp. And it smells so gross. And the stupid wet, clinging leaves. Oh gods the leaves and the raking and the constant raking.Â
Plus the rain dripping onto his face is what wakes him up from his pleasant dream to this Hades hole.Â
Travis hates the rain.Â
But at least it gives him something to think about. Anything is better than thinking about his current situation. Heâs currently crouching beside a broken, jarred door kept in place by only one hinge, peeking through the tiniest of openings, peeping like some kind of creep. The damp and soggy mattress he wakes up in with the thin, raggedy blanket is the only thing in the barren room. Nothing else.Â
A drop of what he hopes is water falls from the ceiling, hitting him square in the eye and Travis grits his teeth and stifles a groan.Â
Travis hates the rain.Â
But more than that, he hates Kronos.Â
And right outside the door, two dead people are talking to each other. About him. And what theyâre going to do. To him. With a third voice, another girlâs, raspy and hoarse, barely audible, nothing more than a muffled murmur. No matter how much he shifts, Travis canât see the third person.Â
Should he still try to make a run? Itâs risky though. What if he tries to escape and run directly into person 3? Then what will happen to his escape plan? Should he even escape? Didnât Bianca save him from Michael who just left him as dinner for Lou Ellen? What is he saying, of course he should escape. Silena was a traitor! So Bianca must be too! But⊠Silena repented, even died for them⊠sheâs good now. So why did she charmspeak him when he wasnât doing anything in the first place? Why was she talking with Connor on the phone? Why was Connor screaming like that in the first place? Is he hurt? Is he in danger?Â
What should he do? Connor, what should he do? Someone please tell him what to do. Heâs never had to do this before. He has never been in a situation like this without his brother by his side or without Annabeth or Percy in the lead. He never had to make the calls. Someone made them and he followed their orders. Thatâs his role. Thatâs his position in this world of otherworldly beings.Â
A NPC that stayed out of the limelight. A side-character thatâs meant to have zero purpose. A random guy thatâs just enjoying life and chilling out.Â
But youâre here now and this is reality, so get it together and stop freaking out.Â
Travis isnât freaking out. Heâs not scared. Heâs been in worse situations. Heâs been in far worse, far scarier situations. This is nothing! Nothing at all!
Travis clasps his trembling hands to his chest and gets his breathing under control. He still has his weapon with him. Heâs fine. All his organs and limbs are still with him. Heâs going to be fine.Â
If they wanted him dead, he would already be dead. If theyâre not dangerous then him running isnât going to do anything. But if they are dangerous, then him running is a big brain, Annabeth-approved move! Right? Right?! That sounds reasonable.Â
Travis looks around the room again, for another escape route, for anything to use as a weapon, but thereâs nothing except for the sad mattress and the jarred door.Â
And the broken, paneless window.Â
Travis creeps to the window and looks down, the ground being nothing more than a sea of fog that the rain does nothing to penetrate through. To the left, thereâs another window. And to the left of that window, thereâs also another window. Perfect! He can sneak past Bianca, Silena, and the mysterious 3rd person.Â
Okay then.Â
Okay.Â
He can do this.Â
He can do this!Â
Travis grips the window frame. It feels loose which did absolutely nothing to boost his confidence. He hops onto the sill, heart stopping as his feet skids against the wet frame. He doesnât slip off though, doesnât even lose his balance, but itâs a reminder that he should have invested in non-slip shoes. In fact, he vaguely remembers Annabeth lecturing him and Will about the grip on their shoes and how itâs ânot appropriateâ and it âwill end with you dead one dayâ and âit will let you down at the worst timeâ.Â
What amazing foresight Annabeth had. He really wished he heeded her warning all those years ago.Â
With a deep breath, Travis leaps on top of the frame, hands gripping concrete slabs to steady himself. Thereâs nothing for his hands to grip to. His survival will depend solely on his shoes with their bad grip. How should he do this? Back against the wall so he can see just how far the fall is? Chest to the wall so his toes are the only thing supporting him? Eh. He can flip-flop the technique. Thereâs at least two windows to get past anyway.Â
Travis scoots his foot further out, just a few centimeters past the window. Thereâs enough of a ledge just for his toes. His heels hang dangerously off to the sea of mist. WIth a deep breath and half-baked determination, Travis looks to his destination. About 15 feet to the left, there is another window. 15 feet. That's not too long. He can do this. He has to do this.Â
He takes one step, hand moving along the smooth slab of concrete. And immediately, his hand slides, his foot slips, heâs falling, his life flashes before his eyes, he panics, he may have screamed, he definitely squeezes his eyes shut and prays. When he peeks them open, heâs still on the ledge. Oh. Haha, his mind was just playing tricks on him then!
Thatâs a sure sign that he shouldnât be doing this. He scrambles back into the safety of the room, body shivering probably more from the adrenaline than the cold. Probably an equal amount. Probably more from the cold. Their camp shirt isnât meant for the winter and rain.Â
âI tried,â he says out loud to himself, stretching and shaking his limbs. âOh well. Canât say I didnât try. Guess Iâll just wait here.âÂ
âWaiting. Thatâs your plan? Thatâs disappointing.âÂ
Someone speaks behind him.Â
He turns and jumps back, hands going to his wrist out of instinct.Â
Itâs a girl in bronze armor with a bright orange shirt underneath, spoiled in dirt and dried blood. Her gray eyes bore into him, hair in the usual high ponytail, the stray blonde strands framing a stern, highly disappointed face.
âI thought you got better,â Annabeth Chase says, âI thought you were done with giving up.âÂ
Travis blinks and itâs â itâs weird, but this canât be Annabeth. This person in front of him is like a whole head shorter than him. Last time he checked, he was taller than Annabeth by just 2 Âœ inches.Â
He canât dwell on that, now when sheâs charging towards him with a pair of knitting needles in each hand. Fast. Sheâs coming at him fast. One blink and sheâs halfway there. Another and the needles are going for his neck. Travis panics and leans back to avoid the first swipe.Â
He does not avoid the following kick to his stomach that sends him to his knees. It stuns him, makes him choke in pain. Annabeth shifts and he watches the needle, unnaturally sharpened to a point, come for the neck again. Move. You have to move. Move. Move. Move.Â
He leans back again and grabs Annabethâs wrist as it passes him and tries to shake it free from her. Immediately Annabeth twists her arm in some judo move that has him in a chokehold. Itâs the way she moves her other arm that makes him think sheâs going to snap his neck. Travis panics again and throws his head back, hard. Back of head smashing against a nose. Annabeth hisses and her grip loosen, Travis taking the opportunity to wiggle out and get some distance in this small room.Â
He would have bolted out the door, because at least Bianca and Silena havenât tried to kill him. But this scary, murderous Annnabeth is standing between him and the door. Did she positioned herself like that on purpose?Â
Annabeth fixes her nose back into place without a flinch and rolls a shoulder before sheâs coming to him again.
âWhy arenât you fighting back?â Annabeth demands, making another swipe that he ducks from and itâs then Travis notices the blemish on Annabethâs neck. A bruise that covers the entire back of her neck, an ugly purple stain on her tanned skin.
âWhy are you just running away?â Annabeth pressures, scowling, pointing a knitting needle at him. âRunning wonât solve your problems. You know that.âÂ
Why isnât he fighting back? Why is he just running away? What is he doing? Why canât he talk? Why is he just standing here just staring? Oh. Because heâs scared. Heâs stricken with fear. His mind is blank, numb. Nothing is processing except â
âMe?! Why are youââ it comes out too much like a shrill shriek and he clenches his fist, clears his throat, tries again and chokes on the first syllable at the sudden swipe of a needle and attempted chokehold. He dodges it and scrambles to the other side of the room. As far away as he can from her and tries again, calmer this time, just slightly less shrill-y. âWhy are you doing this? A-arenât we friends?â
âWe are friends.â Annabeth cracks her neck, gray eyes abnormally bright in the dim room. They shine with killing intent, a cold cruelty he never saw before in her. âThatâs why part of the contest has a pain grading. Donât worry. I will end you as painlessly as possible, as quickly as I can. Iâll show him I can do it better than he ever can. Put up a fight though. I donât want this to be an easy win.â
#kronos au#pjo#fanfiction#ao3#fanfic#you know this is helping me see what works and what doesn't work and what I have to go back and change#there's a lot I have to change#i know my biggest problem is writing a solid first chapter and then every chapter afterwards is like a mismatching pair of good and bad lol#I know I said I wouldn't but I just edit the scene and add more stuff or delete some stuff#like the will chapter in 5 was completely rewritten#I wrote that part in 2022 I think#what was I on when I was 24?#oh that's right I was miserable at work and dead tired because of all the overtime#my fic#my writing#wip
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For anyone annoyed by the Tumblr changes, if you're on desktop I would recommend using XKit Rewritten (and New XKit for any other odd changes you'd like to try out, including even older aspects of Tumblr). It's the older version of Rewritten but most of the extensions on it are still supported/do work). I can't guarantee they'll definitely make a fix for it/a direct fix for this particular UI change, but it's possible that they might since they usually make extensions that allow you to essentially revert changes made to the UI. Other various UI extensions (such as old ones from Tumblr's past UIs that the extensions basically just revert you to) may also help fix up your UI.
As you might expect these extensions need to be on to work/revert the appearance of the UI (so if you turn them off you'll revert to the current state of Tumblr), but while they are on you can curate your UI to look how you want it. This goes for both New XKit and XKit Rewritten. I use both and I couldn't live without them lol. You can get some big oldies of Tumblr's, like classic search on Rewritten or the Tweaks extension (full of various UI tweaks) on New XKit (including the old shade of blue Tumblr used a long time ago that I never stopped using!).
Unfortunately I don't know of any solution for mobile if it affects mobile at any point (or if it already has), but whenever you're on desktop, I would definitely recommend both these versions of XKit. I have so many extensions from them that I often don't even realize when there are UI changes (remember how Tumblr added themes for your dashboard? I didn't even notice for the longest time because I've had New XKit on the whole time) because Tumblr's default coding is overwritten by the extensions I have on.
#DCB Comments#literally like when was the last time I was bothered/affected by a big UI change#idk bc I always have XKit on lol fhjaghjfg like half the time I don't even notice there was a change#atm I can't tell if I just haven't been hit by the change yet or if all the extensions I'm using are preventing it#bc I use a LOT of old interface extensions so in a sense I'm using an older version/look to Tumblr#I also heard a techbro runs Tumblr now so don't be surprised that this site is going to#end up looking like a Twitter clone. techbros want all social media to look exactly identical#while still claiming to want to one up each other and act like they have the bigger/better company#like nah bruh y'all're the same and y'all're shit#as much as I still hope Tumblr doesn't fall into that I feel like it will unless someone else runs Tumblr soon :'(#like buddy I don't use Twitter much at all anymore for a reason. well a lot of reasons#anyway get New XKit for lots of OLDER older Tumblr stuff and Rewritten for newer stuff/updated New XKit stuff#New XKit still works fine it's just that they made a newer/more improved version of New#if you've never used XKit make sure to use NEW and REWRITTEN tho#the original XKit is probably no longer functional and I don't even know if it's still on the app stores#last I knew of it most of its extensions were so outdated that they broke a long time ago#but you can use both of the newer ones together actively and it works amazingly
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i dont know what would be worse if amy is never in the sonic movies at all or if they do introduce her in the next one but shes pushed to the side and doesnt get the amount of focus she should be getting considering shes a main character and this is her introductory movie because theres too much other stuff going on with shadow and/or they just completely butcher her character
#amy being such a low priority of the movie team is double frustrating because#shes the only main character who hasnt been introduced yet and theyre already moving on to shadow#completely skipping over any stories involving amy that happened before sa2#and shes also the only girl in the main game cast and there havent been many actual plot important girl characters in the movies so far#i know the next movie is sa2 inspired and a lot of people are saying amy has to be in it because shes a major character there but ..#to be completely honest with you all. i love amy but theres only like 2 or 3 scenes in sa2 where shes actually important to the plot#and the scenes in question could be easily be rewritten to not involve her . like they did in sonic x that one time .#or they could just be cut entirely because the plot has been changed so much#and then theres also rouge .. i think her chances of being included are a bit higher#because she plays a bigger role in the original plot than amy did and also shadow and rouge are a package deal do not separate#but that one picture going around with little drawings of the characters only having team sonic + shadow on it is not a good sign#though they could also be hiding rouge or amy since shadow was already revealed to be in this theres no point in denying it#but theres been no real hint to amy or rouge at all so it would be a surprise if they were in it#maybe thats part of the reason theyre being so secretive and not letting anything leak this time .. who knows#but idk . i really dont know what to expect here
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heinrich and josephine are gonna be a year old in february... one whole year............
#t#theyve developed the most as characters in the last month or two though. one day i will post lore when im not As Shy... (for Those Who Know#a lot of what ive said about them has been mostly rewritten but fundamentally theyre the same ive just made some tweaks)#theyve been responsible for so much of my arts improvement too... it gets me a little emotional if i am being entirely honest... its kind o#awesome having characters im this attached to because i can think about them whenever im sad and just Not be sad anymore. yay people in my#brain :^) anyway heinejosie nation sweep
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i want to start posting ritardando so badly but i feel like i need to write more first
#like i miss posting on ao3. i wanna share my story#i have 23k of rewritten chapters in my document. i have another 24k of chapters i still need to rewrite in a different document#like ther IS a lot of stuff already#i also have the problem that i dont wanna do 10k chapters but my first two chapters now both sit at 10k#and i dont know how to cut them down into less#but im not a fast writer and if i keep having 10k chapters then i can only post like once a month#and also also i dont even think that all chapters will be that long but itd be weird starting with a handful of 10k chapters#and then doing like 5k for the rest of the fic. feels like promising wrong things yk?#as you can tell i am thinkking far too much about this#fic: ritardando#*
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I was playing Toontown yesterday and someone in the Cartoonival grounds was constantly saying insults at this one dog (we reported him and I contacted a mod via Discord about a swear workaround he was using so that could be blocked)
This was one of the things he said and it should NOT be as funny to me as it is
(image text says "you look like you autism". My character is saying "bro")
is it bad that I find this funny.
I actually laughed when he said this
#he said a lot of really nasty stuff but at the same time it was kind of funny how dedicated he was to this#like. you know you're going to get banned. why are you even doing this#I feel really bad for the Toon he was harassing though#fortunately I'm pretty sure everyone in the area reported him. he was getting REALLY annoying#toontown#toontown rewritten#toonblr
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hii this is a bit of of a One Interest Andy question but i love hearing about peoples experiences with it, who were your favorite pentiment characters? plotpoints? investigations/conversations? just anything tbh i am down to hear your thoughts :^)
i wish i had a better answer to this but since i played the game over the course of several months + i have memory problems, there are parts that i can't exactly recall even though the impression of them has stayed with me...
i think overall a lot of my favourite parts were in act 3. i cried a lot. it felt like the part when tassing felt the most like its own character because magdalene gets to research its history and we get to see how each character/family has felt impacted by it. for that reason i would say my two favourite characters are tassing (predictable for me) and magdalene. i love andreas as well but as an outsider involved in current politics over its history, it was harder to envision tassing as a character and not just a setting...
i would like to replay it again and save some of the moments i like in my personal notes. i hope i'll be able to answer this again with more specificity at another time :]
#the game also did make me think a lot about art history a lot.#i kept getting reminded of a female manuscript illuminator (who was also the mother of another famous illuminator) and how we know her name#but we do not have any examples of her work/any manuscripts to actually tie to her. i have been searching but i forget her & her son's name#eventually i will have to ask my prof...#anyways. i kept thinking of this illuminator during act 3 because of magdalene's mural work + the research she was doing on tassing#its not totally related i suppose. but something something about lost & rewritten histories
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this is one of the funniest short comment chains i've ever seen on the internet and it's about toontown
#how can you be so confidently wrong that you get dunked on with 5 words taken straight from the game itself. i love the internet fr#now i don't know about the claim that A Lot of toontown is ACTUALLY anticapitalist or even anticapitalist Metaphors#but this person really said âthere is absolutely nothing in toontown that specifically targets capitalismâ ok buddy. Get dunked#id in alt#toontown#toontown online#tto#toontown rewritten#ttr#toontown corporate clash#ttcc#original
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Omgggg you have no idea how invested I am in sleepwalking i literally check for updates 5 times a day ever since i started reading it.. rockstar jk is just chefs kiss đ love your fucking writing so much!!
my looooove thank you so much!!!! đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș i am working on the next chapter right now and HOPING to post it next weekend!!!!! đ€đ€đ€
#ask#anonymous#taexual; sleepwalking#i love you so much đ„șđ„șđ„ș thank you for looking forward to more!!!!!đ€đ€đ€đ€đ€đ€đ€đ€đ€#i wish i could give you a specific date for the next update so you would know#but babe even i don't know when it's coming đ#i was rewriting a bunch of this next chapter over the past few days and i was very ehhh hmmmm about it#and then last night i realised i didn't like these rewritten parts after all so i'm scrapping them đ„Ž#but listen listen that's ok!!!#because now i can work on the parts that i do actually like and that's always a lot more fun!!!#but yeah next weekend is going to be busy in my personal life#but i'm going to try my best to fit the new chapter into it or at least not deviate from this timeframe too much!! đđđ»đđ»
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wips list
nevermore (120k)
queenmaker (3 chapters)
lyre lyre (1/4 done)
FNF (dear fucking lord keeps i hate it here)
what the water brought/pirate au
boxer!minho? dlc? something
pretty ch 4
the gone and the gathered ch 3&4
valleys (66k)
torture fic x3
tgbyb ch 4
tsotl end part 1
darling don't wake up x4
goldmine goldmine (landmine) all of it
soul is yours to keep/zelda fic
draculas
heart rewrite
where the river bends
rabbithole/angel/the stars in your eyes
all that is good/holy
#roo writes#just wanted to see what i was half planning to finish#a lot of things is the answer lmfao#but i did cut the zombies list down to passion projects#goodbye wyliza fic you would have been a very sobering and poignant piece#poor tgbyb too still stuck on chapter 4#poor goldmine rewritten three times for nothing#poor heart five years older than nevermore and 20k shorter#i almost forgot about fnf too keeps i know you're looking at this and laughing and it isn't funny#anyway i did this so that i could stop looking at the finale of pretty#2k extra words just to justify 500 words of smut smdh#never again#you know i can't stop myself babes#and then i'm just going to pivot straight to this GOD DAMN LIBRARY SCENE for nevermore#and Do Not Worry people who are only here for queenmaker#she's at the top of the list#i did half of chapter 3 today#the texts for chapter 4 are right there in my brain#if i didn't insist on getting it edited i would have posted more by now but alas#rain does such a better job than me
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