#lost children of the ccc

[plantcrazy]

Maybe Next Time?

Continuing with my re-works from yesterday, I wanted to do some art last night and figured I'd redraw this scene for fun (, with some minor tweaks to dialogue).

They're so cute :P

Speedpaint below ⬇️

[chirpycreations]

Happy 2024 guys!

Nothing too special on my end this year, my life is err... chaos & eh, just haven't really been feeling festive recently (lots of irl stress, so yeah, apologies for lack of Christmas and new year stuff, just... not feeling it this year, or I guess, last, lol).

I did want to do an art summary tho & felt like making one for my writing and ha, ha, yeah. That word count surprised me too ^^;

Approximately 64,896 words uploaded across 18 chapters on A03.

Also, 23 comic pages. That was this year, like I was staring at it like, no, no, that comic for 'Are We having Fun Yet' was 2022, but nope, it was May this year. Time's really gone quick :P

I am really plesently surprised with the sheer amount of progress I made on stuff this year, like I've done so much between art, writing and school. It's like I'm speed running to catch up on the 3 years I was stuck waiting for residency. OH! Exciting update on that, in July me & my family will officially be NZ perminate residences! NZ passports & citizenship here we come, lol.

Tomorrow is also my birthday, so, that's exciting too, or maybe terrifying? I don't wanna get older. One year close to taxes and paying bills > <

I don't have anything special planned, I actually think we're working _ _ ; so, maybe some art for fun or just more progress on Lost Children covers. Again, not feeling too festive, so I'm not sure if I'll make anything special for it. *shurgs* we'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow & if my wrist isn't busted, lol.

Oh! And, for fun, I also added the current, states for the three docs I'm typing Lost Children in and next year we can have fun comparing the difference.

Oki, think that's all. Nighty!

[plantcrazy]

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I think chapter 17 is going up tomorrow >>

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[revasserium]

狐と蛍の物語 (the story of the fox and the firefly)

harrison; 4,064 words; fluff and angst a/n: for @violettduchess and @aquagirl1978's summer days, sultry nights event -- prompt "fireflies" (obviously); i'm also gonna say this counts for my 31 days of au prompt -- reincarnation!au; inspired by hotarubi no mori e and catheryn m valente's deathless and honestly, i'm so proud and happy with this one that i'd encourage you to read it even if you have no idea of the fandom/character. u__u i would love, love, love to know what you guys think!

once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there lived a girl who only danced to the firefly’s light and a fox who could tell nothing but lies.

01.

for as long as you can remember, there’s always been the wood. and it has always been behind your house, it’s leaves and branches foreboding in the winter wind, and somehow less so in the simmer of mid-summer afternoons, when the sunlight dappled light across the soft, forest floor. it isn’t a very large wood, but it’s a wood nevertheless, and deserves all the respect and fear afforded to bigger woods in faraway places. woods that warn of teeth and terrors, woods that hide both dreams and monsters.

you’d been wandering the wood from when you were a little girl, and to you, there’s not a single rock you don’t know, a single tree you haven’t tried to climb. and the forest knows you, as forests do the people who frequent them, and it welcomes you with open arms, it cradles you to its chest, whispers stories into your ears, carves itself open to show you it’s secrets —

“you’re late.”

you crinkle your nose at the familiar voice, letting out a huffing breath as you drop your picnic basket in the middle of the small, sun-lit clearing, taking your time with laying out the checked picnic blanket and two cups and saucers for tea, and finally, pulling out a tray of confections, covered by a thin, linen baking towel.

“no, i’m not! you just want me to think i am so i’ll give you more than half of the sweets.”

a boy settles over the picnic blanket, cocking his head at you before you narrow your eyes.

“well? isn’t that true?”

“ahh… i wonder if it is…” he says, but you can hear the grin in his voice, even through the material of his fox-faced mask, which, after a few more seconds of posturing, he pushes up onto his forehead. he shakes out his milk-tea hair and slates you a poison-ivy grin. you know that grin like you know the woods— and you know the woods like you know the backs of your own hands. better, even, you think sometimes.

because for as long as there’s been the woods, and as long as you have wandered it’s depths, the boy with the fox-faced mask has always been there.

“there were fresh strawberries at farmer’s market today,” you say, setting up the tea service as you nudge the opened picnic basket towards the boy with a foot. he peers in with wide, curious eyes before letting out a soft noise of contentment as he reaches in to pull out a slice of freshly baked strawberry cream cake.

“your grandmama makes the best pastries in the world,” he says, and there’s such sincerity in his voice that for a moment, you almost believe him.

but you nod and take the compliment in stride, “she sure does!”

he digs in with gusto even when you tut that the tea hasn’t steeped properly, but you laugh as he smears a large dollop of whipped cream across his cheeks. you point it out to him with a dainty finger, and as always, you fight the urge to reach over and wipe it off for him. instead, you hold yourself still and sigh as he finally gets to it, smudging a bit into his hair in the process.

“clumsy fox,” you giggle, pressing a hand up to your lips.

“picky girl,” he snipes back, but there’s that full, sated grin on his own lips as he leans back, his elbows propped up on the soft grasses of the clearing.

after a moment of pleasant silence during which the leaves sang on their trees and the grasses swayed beneath the breeze, the boy turns towards you.

“so. no dancing today?”

you turn your head towards him before casting your eyes up towards the still bright blue sky.

“you know it’s not time yet.”

the boy heaves a melodramatic sigh, sound much bigger and larger than his 14-year old body should be able to hold.

“ah… right, right — because you can —”

“— only dance by the fireflies’ light — yep!”

the boy regards you with an imperious sort of look before breaking into a fit of bright, open laughter.

“you’re the strangest girl i’ve ever met!”

“just you saying that tells me it’s not true,” you stick out your tongue at him, even as heat washes up into your cheeks.

the boy shrugs, lying back down on the picnic basket, “i don’t always have to lie, y’know.”

and it’s your turn to regard him with the imperious look, and, a the cock of a singular eyebrow, his lips tug into a lopsided grin. his eyes flash, the color of budding spring.

“liar,” you say, but you’re smiling too as you lie back down to watch the clouds pass.

he makes no sound to correct you.

02.

once, you’d asked him what his name is and he simply shook his head and said —

“call me whatever you’d like.”

“but i want to call you by your name.”

“what’s in a name anyway?”

“uhm… nothing’s in it but…” you’d frowned then, your eight year old mind spinning to try and catch up with this strange, strange question and this strange, strange boy.

“see? so why should it matter what my name is? just… call me whatever!”

but you’d only frowned hard enough for him to roll his eyes.

“fine then — uhm — what’s the name of the current prince?”

you’d blinked, “harry.”

“then call me that.”

“but is that your name?”

“well, now it is.”

you hadn’t been convinced but you liked it better than not calling him anything at all.

“harry, then,” you’d said, smiling. and the boy — harry — had smiled too, slipping his fox-faced mask back in place as he led you further into the forest.

03.

“y’know…” harry says, his voice light as the sun dips beneath the horizon line, leaving behind a blaze of reds and pinks. you turn your head, eyes catching on the shape of him, inked out against the dying light.

“you’re the only person i’ve ever met who’s wanted to be cursed.”

you take a long breath and turn your eyes back up to the bleeding sky.

“well. you’re cursed, and you seem just fine to me,” you try to keep your voice strong, resolute and steady. grandmama had always said that if you keep your voice strong, people are more willing to believe your words. you wonder if that’s why harry’s voice is always soft, always lilting, his words slippery as moss-covered stone.

“yeah, but you can’t even touch me,” he says, and for once, his voice is harsh, his words sharp and hard as broken glass.

“that’s okay though — once i get my own curse, i’ll be able to touch you, right?”

harry fights back the urge to turn, to take you by the shoulders and shake you till you push him away. he wants to scream, to howl at the moon like the mother wolves and the hungry cubs that live in the heart of the wood. he wants to run through the woods, crash into things, climb up the trees and shake off all their branching leaves.

but he can’t, and so he doesn’t.

instead, he turns to look at you and look at you and look at you.

he wonders if it’s a strange thing, to like looking at someone so much, to find something new about a face every single time it’s looked upon — the wisps of hair fallen loose to frame your face from the velvet ribbons holding it back, the curve of your button nose, the dip of your cupid’s bow. he wonders if this is a normal thing, the thick weight of it in this chest, the truth of his curse sitting heavy on his tongue.

“yeah… probably,” he says — and the lie is smooth as milk, sweet as just-spun sugar.

“good. then we won’t have long to wait, hm?”

04.

there’s a story, so you’ve been told, of a fox that lives in the woods — and the fox can tell nothing but lies, lest the truth cut open it’s throat. and when it bleeds, because even monsters bleed (oh especially monsters), it will bleed in blue and silver, which everyone knows is the color of magic.

“but why would telling the truth kill it?” you’d asked, your eyes wide and round as the full-bellied moon.

your grandmama had sighed, rocking you in her lap as the forest outside shivers and shakes with the steps and breaths of creatures unseen.

“that’s what curses do, my sweetest… they’re unfair things, they are. and they don’t like to make a lot of sense.”

and that had been that. she’d moved onto a nicer story, a sweeter story, a story that was not so much truth and mostly lies — because the truth, as your grandmama had said, is sharp and unfair and makes so very little sense.

lies are much, much the better for the makings of stories.

05.

he has never complimented you on your dancing, not even once — not in all the years you’ve been dancing for him, by the light of a million and one fireflies.

you’d been eight when you made the promise, it’s been ten years since then.

and at eighteen, you wonder how many more years it’ll be before the moon or the forest or whatever it is that chooses people to curse will take pity on you.

it’s just after sunset, and you’d just finished your customary sunday afternoon picnic. harry is sprawled out on the picnic blanket, his fox-faced mask lying in the soft, long grasses, an arm thrown over his eyes. you wonder if he’s asleep, though you don’t think you’ve ever seen him fall asleep, not in all the time you’ve known him.

“music, please…” you announce to the clearing, and after a long pause, as if the forest itself is coming to life, the wind picks up — the leaves rustle on their branches, the birds sweep up into a twitter wingbeats and song, the grasses around the clearing hish and hush the thrumming baseline to a music that only you and harry and the forest can hear.

slowly, harry pushes himself up, making a show of rubbing his eyes, and in the darkness you can only see the shape of him.

you don’t see the prickle of tears at the edge of his eyes as he wipes them away.

instead, you close your own eyes and wait.

and wait.

and then — at the first flicker of a firefly’s light, you lift your hands and start to dance.

06.

once, you’d asked him how he’d gotten cursed in the first place.

“it’s a long story,” he’d said.

“i’ve got a long time,” you countered.

he’d crinkled his nose, pursing his lips as the pair of you hopped over a narrow stream, him watching as you teetered on the edge of the water.

“hm… well, if you do something a ton of times in the wood… the wood decides that that’s all your good for, and it becomes your curse!”

you’d blinked up at him from over your shoulder, a soft smear of mud on your cheeks.

“oh… it’s that easy?”

“easy?”

“i mean, to get a curse.”

he’d narrowed his eyes, “why would you want a curse?”

you’d straightened up, pressing your palms down your rather sullied dress.

“because — you said that i can’t touch you cause i’m human, right?”

“uh-huh…” harry had nodded, uncertain of where your child-logic had taken you.

“but other cursed things can touch you, right? like the wolves and the shadows and the queen of ravens.”

harry bit his lips. but you seemed to have taken his silence for consent and happily skipped off further into the forest. he’d never corrected you even as he heaved another world-weary sigh and followed after you. because technically, you hadn’t been totally wrong.

and his curse was only that he couldn’t correct you.

07.

your mind wanders as you begin to dance, and these days, it’s been doing a lot of that — wandering. so your grandmama says that it’s a part of growing up — learning when to let your mind wander and when to reign it back in, hold it on a tighter leash and tell it to wander no more. it’s a blessing to be able to let your mind wander, and so you do.

it’s just that these days, you can’t help but notice that it’s less of wandering and more of… well, a straight-shot descent to a well-known destination. and you know from a whole childhood of actual wandering that if you know the way and you know what you’ll find at the end, then it’s not wandering at all.

it’s just going.

but still, you let your mind go where it wants, and lately, it’s been going and going and going... to harry.

harry and his soul-soft laughter, harry and his knife-edge smiles, harry and his loose, lethargic movements, unhurried and always so certain. back when you were both still children, he’d led you through the forest with nothing but his voice, spouting out random facts that were much too outlandish to be true, and later, when you were both a bit older (and you’d long since memorized every bit of forest there was to memorize), he’d walk alongside you in companionable silence.

you knew his favorite trees, his favorite flowers, his favorite birds and colors, his favorite season, his favorite sweet, his favorite fruit and so many others.

and still, it feels as if you don’t know him at all, even though you’re certain he knows everything there is to know about you.

except…

you spin out on the long grasses, the light of a million and one fireflies dancing across your skin, dancing with you, singing with you as the forest does. and above you, a crescent moon cuts a sinister smile into a lonely, starless night.

years later, you’d wonder if the night had known — if the wood had known (of course, of course it had known, because there are no secrets the woods do not know, no secrets the waning moon doesn’t keep from the sleeping earth), if the entire world had conspired against you and for you that night.

when you finish dancing and the last of the fireflies flicker down to rest on the long, soft grasses, you’re breathless with exertion, luminous with exaltation and drunk on the song of the forest and a million and one lightless stars.

in the middle of the clearing, harry is smiling, you can see it even from here, and for the first time since you’d danced for him the very first time, he brings his hands together and claps.

“that was… beautiful,” he says, and his voice is deeper now, supple and sweet with the night air.

“th-thanks! phew — i really think that might do it,” you say, plopping down on the picnic blanket next to him, spreading wide your arms and staring up at the velveteen sky above you.

08.

once, you’d been told another story, though you don’t quite recall who you’d heard it from. maybe your grandmama, and maybe the old man who sits in the village square after all the longest days of the year, smoking his pipe and telling his stories.

“do you know why the cursed forest creatures can’t touch humans?”

“why?” a village boy had asked before you had the chance to.

“because… if a cursed creature touches human flesh, the cursed creature will die.”

“oh…” you said, clutching your hands to your chest, and you’d never really thought about dying. because really, what ten year old in their right mind would? but you knew of the concept from when grandmama talked about grandpapa — how he was there one day and then the next day he just… wasn’t.

“he died in his sleep,” she’d said, a tone of sadness in her voice that you’d never heard there before and wished you’d never have to hear again, “it was the best way to go.”

you’d wondered then if there’s really such thing as a “best” way to go. wouldn't the “best” thing to be not going at all?

“then… do the cursed creatures get to live forever?” you asked, before the village boy could cut in.

the old man took a long sip from his pipe and blew out a few concentric rings of smokes before coughing and waving it all away.

“no… you see, if the cursed creatures get to pass on their curses, they’d get to be reincarnated into being a human once more.”

09.

“do you… really want to be cursed?” harry asks as the pair of you share in the silence after your dance.

you suck in a long breath before pushing yourself up to sit in front of him, careful to keep your knees from bumping his.

“of course i do! it’s… it’s what i’ve been trying to do since i was like — eight!”

“but… why?” and harry’s voice is small, smaller than you’ve ever heard it, even though now, his eighteen year old body should carry a much heavier, harder sound.

“because,” you say, resolute as you’d always been, “once i’m cursed, i’ll be able to touch you.”

“and why… is that so important to you?”

harry casts his eyes towards you; you catch his gaze with yours, holding it steady. and in that moment, you mind lets go of the story that the old man told you. because it was a long time ago, and the story was so, so far away. and sometimes, the mind chooses which truths it wants to listen to, which truths it wants to believe in.

sometimes, it chooses truths that don’t look like truths from the outside in, but from the inside out — they’re the truest things to ever be true.

like this one —

“because i want to touch you. because… it’s what i’ve wanted since i was a little girl. because… sometimes, i think i want to do more than touch you — sometimes —” your voice catches on a hitched breath, lost somewhere in your chest, somewhere between your heart and your throat.

but then, darkness descends over your vision and it takes you a long moment to realize that you’re staring at the inside of a mask, thin but solid — the fox-faced mask that harry always wears.

and then pressure, and warmth, right where the fox’s dagger-carved grin usually is, so close to your own lips you can feel the heat.

it holds for a long, long moment, and then it’s gone.

the light returns as harry tugs the mask from you, grinning that teasing, lopsided grin of his, though there’s something about it tonight that makes your heart seize.

“tell me, one more time…” he says, and his voice is jagged with something that sounds painful and true and so, so terrible.

“i — i want the curse…” you say, before you really realize what you’re saying, and it takes you a moment to realize that this too, is the truth.

“okay then… it’s yours.”

and he leans in to press his lips to yours.

the truth, harry realizes, is always bitter, and harsh, and much too sharp. when he pulls back, he presses his palms to yours and lets the moon wash the clearing in blue and silver. you gasp as you feel the magic creeping into your bones, tugging you under, dragging you through the cracks in the world even as harry is tugged away from you back to the world of the living.

“w-was this all a lie?” you ask, because inside you, your heart is fighting for it’s last few beats.

“no,” harry says, his voice is pained, and his expression even more so, because every truth he tells cuts him a little deeper, and he feels his throat constrict over the words, “your dance really was beautiful… and…”

he swallows hard, feeling the knife-edge of this one final truth slicing through him, sharp as moonlight, sweet as the lightless stars.

“i love you. please… don’t forget me.”

and already, you can feel the truth starting to hurt, starting to constrict inside you like a curse. but still, you force it from you as harry flickers and fades along with the light of a million and one firefly lights.

“i — i won’t.”

10.

“but how exactly do you transfer a curse?” the village boy asked, his voice loud and jarring.

the old man takes another long sip of his pipe, puffs out a few more smoke rings.

“through a kiss,” he said.

you blinked. a kiss?

“ew!” the village boy recoiled then, shrinking back from the thought of kissing — because that’s what children are taught to do at such grown-up concepts as kissing.

you, on the other hand, you stayed right where you are, but a frown has creased your tiny, child-like brow.

“and the trick,” the old man continues, his smile going wide and a little lascivious, “is getting someone who will take their curse willingly… to accept the kiss.”

01.

for as long as harry can remember, there has always been the wood. and in the wood, there’s always been a girl with a fox-painted mask who danced to the light of the fireflies.

once, when he’d gone exploring (even though his grandpapa had warned him time and time again about going into the wood by himself), he’d nearly run into her and she’d cocked her head when he’d fallen face-first near the bank of a tiny stream, smearing mud across his cheeks.

“you’re strange little boy,” the girl said — and she could be no more than his age, harry thinks.

“and you’re a weird little girl,” he counters, his eyes catching on the bright red of the fox’s painted mouth.

there is magic at work here, harry knows, though he doesn’t know what kind, and all he really wants is to explore the woods behind his house, to know all there is to know of the world, and perhaps — he thinks as you turn and make your way deeper into the forest — to one day hold the hand of the girl with the fox-faced mask.

but that’s a wish for another day, he decides as he follows after you, jogging to catch up and ask for your name.

“ah… what’s in name,” you say, you voice light and languid, even as he frowns, “you can call me whatever you like.”

02.

once, harry had asked his grandpapa what the truest feeling in the whole wide world is.

and his grandpapa had answered —

“that, harry, would be falling in love…”

“falling in love?”

“yes, my dear boy — and the thing about love is that it’s like a curse… but it’s also like a blessing.”

“but… how can a thing be a curse and a blessing?”

then, his grandpapa had smiled, a smile that is starlight and wolfsong and all the secrets the forest ever has to tell.

“because we are doomed to always, always fall in love, my boy — and it will always, always be like handing someone and knife and asking them to cut open your throat.”

[gilgil-machine]

Speaking on enkidu's death and Gilgamesh mourning. What do you think that in fgo caster gil don't speak with enkidu? Or at least that caster room line about enkidu

I've talked about this a little in this post but recently I listened on Spotify a podcast on the epic of Gilgamesh and one of the podcasters is a scholar or one of the translators that works with the text and they were analyzing the epic and if you want to listen to it for yourself here's links to two parts (part 1; part 2) And they mentioned a few different things that caught my attention.

First, the importance of Enkidu's role in Gilgamesh's life because they were not just his friend, partner/lover and advisor but also like a literal representation of chains that were bounding and restraining Gilgamesh and leading him towards the right path, because as it was mentioned Gilgamesh is an unstable character with restless heart. And so I also think that's why he left Enkidu's chains to himself (as some people like to headcanon, including myself, Gil got out of Enkidu's body after they died) and he left them as not only in a memory of his dear friend and lover but also as a reminder of his position and duties and reminder about the path that Enkidu helped him to get on.

And secondly I love how that person divides the epic into two parts before Enkidu's death and after Enkidu's death and that person pointed out two interesting things about Gilgamesh and his relationship with Enkidu.

In first half Gilgamesh described as this heavy masculine figure, just total gigachad and in his relationship with Enkidu the more time they were spending together the more, as that person said, obsessed they were getting with each other and it was clearly shown via text while they were talking to each other the text had became so vague that you just at times can't understand where talks Gilgamesh and where talks Enkidu as if those two merged into one person.

And in second half of the text the complete opposite had been shown, Gilgamesh wasn't been portrait as the masculine figure but more as a feminine, affectionate and vulnerable figure and at times he was compared to a lioness or a woman that lost her children while he was grieving over Enkidu. And his relationship towards Enkidu changed as well because in the first half it was shown that those two were obsessed with one another to the point of almost merging into one person while in second half, after Enkidu died, Gilgamesh felt like he lost his second half, the second part of himself and now because of that contrast one is alive and the other is dead, he got scared of death and didn’t wish to share the same path as Enkidu and that's why he got on his journey to get an immortality herb because he wanted to be now unlike Enkidu and just be his separate self and become immortal and I think that's one of the reasons why Gilgamesh pushed himself away from Enkidu because he felt ashamed and also he's scared to attach himself to them.

And also another thing that that person mentioned and the same thing Gilgamesh said in fate extra ccc that Gilgamesh got fully mature only after his journey to get immortality.

[sakuraswordly]

I think I finally know why King Gilgamesh took an interest in Shinji Matou(Let's forget that bastard on Fate/Stay Night. That bastard is no part of it!) I will mainly rely on Fate Extra CCC but not his past history. Shinji is "Someone who was born and exists in this world but because he's not real human he was rejected by this world even by people around him. That's why he wants to be tough or act to be tough making him want to curse and irony for a life that was born unfairly." This is the same though as Sync(Tales of the Abyss), Envy(Fullmetal Alchemist 2003), Danny Phantom(Tsubasa of Phantasia), Kujaku(Tsubasa of Phantasia), Nine(Sonic Prime), Morgana le Fay(Tsubasa of Phantasia) and Kainé (‎Nier Replicant). They have this though because they're the mistake that born in this world. [I want to include Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter as well. But he's still good and doesn't have more hate for this world. He's just jealous of Harry Potter that's all.]

(That's why in Tsubasa of Phantasia, Sync and Envy are the same person.)

But.........

Kainé: But one person---my grandmother--accepted me just as I was. No matter how bad things got, she gave me the strength to keep moving.

They're similar to a heart of tools too(Like Rani VIII(Fate Extra), BB(as Npc in Fate Extra CCC) Nier in(Nier Replicant), Yui Shousetsu(Fate samurai remnant), Enkidu and Shadow the Hedgehog). Their hearts are just kids or children. They still want someone to be by their side. Someone notices that they have a right to exist in this world. That's why Shinji smiled at Hakunon. All he wants is someone to acknowledge him. That's all he wants in his life.

That's why Shinji smiled at Hakunon. All he wants is someone to acknowledge him. That's all he wants in his life.

Their hearts are just kids or children. They still want someone to be by their side. Someone notices that they have a right to exist in this world.

When Sonic kinda betrays Nine's feelings, It is like the whole world is shattering in front of Nine. Nine is now alone and never turning back on what he has done.

Nine never wished for destruction but because Nine thought this was the best for Sonic. He did this. That's why Sonic is sad not because Nine betrayed him but because of him made Nine become this way.

Because Sonic makes Nine feel that he has a right to exist in this world.

That's why in the end Nazamil Hildris, the character from Tales of Arise: Beyond the Dawn take out the mask. Just like Nine, stop making themself tough and shutting down themself from the world outside.

And that's why in the end they gave their life to save"Punch" including Shadow saving Sonic's life too.(Sonic's the only one that make Shadow feel that he has a right to exist in this world.(Just Like Nine). Because He lost Maria(Someone notices that they have a right to exist in this world.), that's why he can't let Sonic die. And this is the same reason why Enkidu chose Gilgamesh to live on or save him from the curse of death and can't let Gilgamesh die.)

Shadow: (You reached me like when Sonic reached out to save me before I fell to Earth from the ARK. I remember...If I hadn’t waved Sonic away, Sonic would have fallen with me. But his determination in trying… I’ll never forget that even now. The way you tried to save me. You and Sonic really care about me. Thank you again for accepting me for who I am.)

This is connected to why Sonic, Punch and Gilgamesh had a heart of gold. Their hearts were like treasures to people who had lost in thought all alone.

[speedyposts]

UN estimates 17,000 Gaza children left unaccompanied amid Israel’s war

At least 17,000 children in the Gaza Strip have been left unaccompanied or separated from their families nearly four months into Israel’s assault on the enclave, the United Nations children’s agency estimates.

Nearly all children in the strip also require mental health support, UNICEF said on Friday.

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“Each [child] has a heartbreaking story of loss and grief,” said Jonathan Crickx, UNICEF’s chief of communication for the occupied Palestinian territories.

“This [17,000] figure corresponds to 1 percent of the overall displaced population – 1.7 million people,” he told a media briefing via video-link from Jerusalem, saying the number was an estimation as it is near impossible to verify information under current conditions.

Each one “is a child who is coming to terms with a horrible new reality”, he added.

Crickx said that tracing who the unaccompanied children were was proving “extremely difficult”, as they were sometimes brought to a hospital wounded or in shock, and “they simply can’t even say their names”.

He said that during conflicts, it was common for extended families to take care of children who lost their parents.

However, in Gaza, “due to the sheer lack of food, water or shelter, extended families are themselves distressed and face challenges to immediately take care of another child as they themselves are struggling to cater for their own children and family”, said Crickx.

Broadly, UNICEF terms separated children as those who are without their parents, while unaccompanied children are those who are separated and also without other relatives.

Crickx also said the mental health of children in Gaza was being severely affected by the offensive, and that a million children in the Gaza Strip require mental health support.

Children in Gaza “present symptoms like extremely high levels of persistent anxiety, loss of appetite, they can’t sleep, they have emotional outbursts or panic every time they hear the bombings,” he explained.

Before the assault erupted, UNICEF estimated that more than 500,000 children in Gaza needed mental health and psycho-social support.

Now, it believes that “almost all children are in need” of such help. “That’s more than one million children,” Crickx said.

According to the Palestinian health ministry, Israeli attacks have killed more than 27,100 people in Gaza since the war began on October 7, around 11,500 of them children.

More than 66,200 others have been wounded amid a severe lack of medical supplies and functioning healthcare facilities. Thousands more are missing and are under the rubble.

Here is a list of the names we know from the more than 11,500 Palestinian children killed during Israel’s continuing war on Gaza ⤵️

Know their names: https://t.co/l9T4EJlRKT pic.twitter.com/vaLsXK7r6P

— Al Jazeera English (@AJEnglish) February 2, 2024

With Israeli ground troops encircling most of northern, central, and eastern Gaza, families have been forced to flee their homes several times since the war began. Many are now crammed in the southern Rafah governorate, which Israel has said is its next target of attack.

Many who fled their homes have been shot at and arrested. Those who make it to the south often have no contact with their relatives or caregivers in other parts of the enclave, especially during times of communication blackouts.

“Children don’t have anything to do with this conflict. Yet they are suffering like no child should ever suffer,” said Crickx.

“No child should ever be exposed to the level of violence seen on October 7 – or to the level of violence that we have witnessed since then.”

He called for a ceasefire so that UNICEF could conduct a proper count of children who are unaccompanied or separated, trace relatives, and deliver mental health support.

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[plantcrazy]

So, apparently I dreamed uploading these pieces, could have sworn I did, but I can't find them, lol. (I'm back from uni and going through my art stuff to figure out what has & hasn't been uploaded.)

Two stress drawings I did mid-October when I needed a break from my classwork. They're re-works of 2 very old designs for Carol & Macbeth towards, I suppose the end-ish of Lost Children.

These are MILES better, I put a lot more thought into their design using some of the colour theory and other stuff I've learnt about character design from uni this year :)

[chirpycreations]

At All Costs

So... I made a thing. And Um... yeah.

Two days ago, I was diving into the world of the Wish movie we didn't get, and stumbled upon this gorgeous animatic for a song which, I think, was cut. And I don't know why, but I saw this in my head.

The idea I see is when they're lost in the woods and find a cabin, Macbeth gets this old radio working. What starts out as a petty argument that one of them can't dance, ends with them maybe seeing something in the other they hadn't at first.

*Shrugs*

They look super cute ^^

(And yes, the art style looks a lot more human than stickmin, I am aware. I wanted to practice my anatomy and found plenty of weak spots to practice, so yay?)

Anyway! Speed paint below ⬇️

[lovelygirlnicole15]

Ask us Anything!

Henry: Greetings friends, I'm Henry Stickmin and this is my wife Ellie Rose, We're the leaders of the world's most dangerous criminal Clan in the world... The Midnight-Ninja Clan.

Ellie: That's right dear, for you guys... i'm Ellie Rose, the second-in-command of the Midnight-ninja clan, you see, Henry and i, along with our friends, Charles, Jacob, Binta (oc) and Dave, used to be on the Goverment's side, but we we're betrayed by those we thought that we're our friends, when the times got bad, they didn't support us, and they even convinced the General to kick us out of the Goverment forever, now, as revenge, we took over The Wall and turn it into our clan's base center. And in almost two years we became the most dangerous criminal Clan in the world.

Henry: We're pretty sure that you all have lots of questions for us, so we will let you guys to ask us Anything that you all want.

Ellie: Don't be shy, you can ask us Anything.

Edit: Midnight-ninja Clan's Arcs:

#The Starting Arc (Done)

#The Trap Arc (Done)

#The Government and CCC Defeath Arc (Done)

#The Remaining Surviving Toppats Arc (Done)

#The Demonical Timeline Arc (Done)

#The Sonography Arc (Done)

#The Baby Shower Arc (Done)

#The Childbirth Arc (Done)

#The Rosencer (Jacob Rose x Binta Spencer (Oc) Marriage Proposal Arc (Done)

#The Dystopian Workers Arc (Done)

#The Children Lost in the EG Universe Arc (Done)

#The Sickness Arc (Coming Soon)

[plantcrazy]

New content for Lost Children of the CCC is coming along, albeit a little slow. I'm working on 3 chapters right now, all somewhere on the way to completion (, which I have to finish before I can upload anything).

So, in the meantime, I saw this and thought it might be fun.

Ask box is open, drop your requests in there. General Henry Stickmin or from Lost Children, whichever you guys fancy :)

SEND ME A CHARACTER + EMOTION/COLOR PALETTE (OR BOTH)

feel free to reblog and use them yourself :)

[flamingredanon]

The CCC somehow know about Henry and Right's powers from a very young age and kidnap them both, and they meet at a CCC base. The Toppats break them out, and once Reginald finds out that Henry doesn't have parents, he's pretty much just "I guess I have another kid now!"

The greatest fear a father could know was their child being kidnapped. And Reginald was living that fear right now. His little red headed Right was snatched away by funny blue wearing people that somehow got access to the Airship, that weren't affiliated with The Government or The Wall.

It had been several weeks and Reginald was still very distraught, not being able to focus on work because his child was missing. Reginald felt lost, until he found a lead on where his son could be.

The organization was called The Center for Chaos Containment, and there was a center nearby that day Right was taken. So with several Toppats in tow, Reginald raided the building, hellbent to getting his son back.

Reginald found Right in some clear room, huddling with another small child with white hair. Reginald didn't think twice and had put both children in each arm, carrying them back to the Airship.

---

Reginald had found out the white hair boy's name was Henry, that he never had a mommy or a daddy, that he just lived in a building with other kids that didn't have mommies or daddies until strange people took him to the scary place about a year ago.

Reginald noticed that Henry didn't talk much unless he was around Right, and the two kids were practically inseparable. He also noted the kids would have nightmares of that awful place, running to Reginald's room for protection from the bad dreams.

Reginald couldn't let this little Henry go back to an orphanage after everything he went through, especially since he saw Right as a super cool big brother. So Reginald took Henry in and officially adopted him. When Right and Henry found out, the two were bouncing with excitement that they were brothers for real.

Reginald only smile fondly at his two sons, they had been through alot, but now they were home, and Reginald wasn't going to let them get hurt again.

[yourreddancer]

Civilian Climate Corps

Look around.

California is burning. Oregon is burning. Greece is burning. Siberia is burning. One of the most powerful hurricanes ever made landfall in the Gulf Coast just days ago. There is horrific drought impacting countries throughout the world. And July was the hottest month ever recorded.

Let me say that again. We just experienced the hottest month EVER in the history of the planet.

Now I have never understood how some of my colleagues can look at these events — how they can look at the floods, the rising sea levels, the extreme weather disturbances, the drought, the disease, and the human suffering brought upon us by climate change — and decide that the right answer is to do nothing.

I have never understood how many of the same people can say that it’s too expensive to deal with this issue when economists tell us that the cost of not acting on climate change will total $34.5 trillion in the United States alone in lost economic activity and more than $100 trillion throughout the world by the end of the century.

I have never understood how many of the same people who moan and groan about immigration can choose to do nothing when the World Bank has told us that the effects of climate change could result in the mass migration and displacement of more than 140 million people in Latin America, South Asia and sub-Saharan Africa.

The bad news is that it was a set of human decisions that has gotten us to this point.

The good news is that we can now make the decision to act aggressively in combating climate change and prevent irreparable damage to our country and the planet.

As Chairman of the Senate Budget Committee, I am proud to tell you that we are putting forward a $3.5 trillion reconciliation budget that will be transformative for working families, children, the elderly, the sick and the poor. It will, in my view, be the most consequential legislation for working families in the modern history of our country.

But what I also want you to know is that this Reconciliation Bill constitutes the most aggressive effort ever to combat climate change. It will make massive investments in energy efficiency and retrofitting homes and buildings, it will help transform our energy systems from fossil fuels to wind, solar and other forms of sustainable energy, it will cut carbon emissions in agriculture, it will move us boldly to the electrification of transportation, it will invest heavily in climate justice — and much more.

And let me tell you what else it will do. It will create a Civilian Climate Corps (CCC) — which will put hundreds of thousands of young Americans to work transforming our communities, energy systems, and lands — moving us towards a new, healthy green economy.

At a time when many young people are struggling economically and have the dubious distinction of facing a lower standard of living than their parents, not only will the Civilian Climate Corps provide its members with livable wages and health care, but they will receive substantial educational benefits to enable them to attend college or pay off student debt.

Further, the Civilian Climate Corps will enable young people to receive the job training they need to obtain the many good-paying union jobs in our country that are currently unfilled because of a lack of skilled workers, and will form the backbone of a new American economy that leads the world in clean, green industries. Corps members will learn skills to allow them to pursue meaningful careers after they complete their tenure in the Civilian Climate Corps.

Young corps members will help save the planet by helping to protect and improve our forests, weatherize and electrify housing or be part of a team preparing for and installing a community solar facility. They will be involved in natural climate resiliency improvements, like shoreline and wetlands restoration that protect against rising seas, or environmental remediation that cuts toxic pollution. They will be helping to build new, energy-efficient housing units to combat our housing and climate crisis and improving dilapidated schools.

There is an enormous amount of work to be done as we transform our energy system away from fossil fuel and cut carbon emissions, and the hundreds of thousands of members of the Civilian Climate Corps will be in the forefront of that struggle.

There is a lot of support in Congress for the Civilian Climate Corps, but it is far from unanimous. We need your help.

Please add your name to tell Congress you support vigorous action on climate change and a Civilian Climate Corps that will put hundreds of thousands of people to work saving our planet.

In solidarity,

Bernie Sanders

[sakuraswordly]

Unsurprisingly, he still remembers his childhood personality or true self before changing to an arrogant king. As you can see in Fate/Extra CCC. King Gilgamesh still remember how he was back then very well if not then how did he tell his story since childhood? Go the same way as Peter Pan. If he did not remember, how Peter told his story and could play with children anyway?

From the beginning, King Gilgamesh was designed to be "perfect" for ruling his kingdom so that makes King Gilgamesh have good memories both physically and mentally. So that means in Tsubasa of Phantasia, if Sonic is based on their childhood personality, that makes scene why both Punch and Gilgamesh can tell what Sonic is trying to do or what he is thinking without talking or being by his side. It's like they can read each other's minds.

This picture is the hint behind why King Gilgamesh sealed away Sonic's past memories.

"He might have even stopped growing" this sentence King Gilgamesh knew how much Sonic loved to be himself. "Friendship is freedom. So you're free to make your own choice" As you can see in Sonic X, Sonic is always himself that's why he can make his own choice.

For him to always make the right decision even one day he needed to fight a person that he didn't want to. Both Punch and King Gilgamesh knew how Sonic is a highly emotional character—far more emotional than many give him credit for. (That's why Sonic is very sensitive heart). This is another reason both Punch and King Gilgamesh seal off Sonic to not read each other's minds with Punch and King Gilgamesh.

As I wrote in Some things are beautiful because they cannot be obtained 1(Tsofph Concept ) and hint. The reason why both Punch and King Gilgamesh understand Sonic and understand each other like reading each other's minds is because Sonic, Punch and Gilgamesh are the same, they are Punch. Just like in Garden of Sinners, Shiki and SHIKI are the same just separate personalities.

Simple imagination: Original Punch had 3 personalities and original Punch split himself into three, Sonic as his childhood personality or his basic personality, Punch as his negative personality and King Gilgamesh as his leadership personality.

Just like in Garden of Sinners, Shiki displays the personalities of SHIKI (織), a male personality customarily called the "yang" personality, and Shiki (式), the female personality called the "yin" personality. Simple imagination: Punch is "yang" personality, and King Gilgamesh is "yin" personality. In Garden of Sinners, SHIKI is the personality that controls the aspect of "Denial/Negativity." He is a lost killer responsible for Shiki Ryougi's destructive impulses. Even though the only emotion that he can feel is "to kill," he despises his own impulses and voluntarily becomes Shiki's subordinate personality. That's the reason behind why Punch hates humans and everything around her by nature, because Punch's "yang" personality is "Denial/Negativity."

As you can see in Kara no Kyoukai: The Garden Of Sinners Chapter 2: Murder Speculation (Part 1). When SHIKI said "Shiki has me. She was isolated, but she wasn't alone.", this is why King Gilgamesh can be alone, he was isolated, but he wasn't alone. He had Punch, that's why for him, Punch is very important to him in Tsubasa of Phantasia. In the same way that Sonic never felt he was alone, he had Punch and Gilgamesh. Sonic was also isolated, but he wasn't alone before he met Tails and Eggman. So explain why Sonic want to approach Punch as you can see in Tsofph season 8(story of daily life).

Also, this is also explained when alone, Sonic tends to talk to himself or will pretend someone else is there/talk to someone/something who can't hear/understand him or respond. Even Sonic couldn't remember Punch and King Gilgamesh but he always knew they were here of all time, that's why he loved to talk to himself. (So that makes Punch and King Gilgamesh love to talk to themself when they are alone too.)

So basically.....Peter's feeling for King Gilgamesh will be like.....

Well....Peter did love Punch anyway 😅

[plantcrazy]

Me, a fanfic writer and artist: *laughs maniacally while my fav character(s) slowly back away*

me, a fanfic writer: *touches my new fav character’s face* *whispers* I’m gonna get you laid