#mella speaks

[weirdcursedvaultkid]

I got a hp crochet kit for Xmas so logically I made my girls

[artsygirl0315]

"You weren't my first nor were you ever the most perfect,"

"But you were mine."

(No context, Just Creator visualizing our past Mellas. She definitely went through a lot of redesigning but she's still the purple goil that we love! Hope y'all are having an amazing day, Stay awesome!💙)

[doggerell]

no more connections for me…….. no more people for me…..

[flyteofthenoldor]

I'm back! It's been a while 😅

Rereading Septimus Heap as an Adult™ Part 3: Magyk, Chapters 29-42:

Stanley

I'm a lot more salty about Stanley witholding the truth about who sent the letter to Marcia than I was the first time. At least he didn't tell the Supreme Custodian where Keeper's Cottage is.

Marcia

She asks Boy 412 to be her Apprentice!!!

I'm also not sure how neither Silas or Aunt Zelda thought to inform Marcia that timepieces never work properly at Keeper's Cottage. She did leave without telling anyone, but I'm not sure how they spent so long there without it coming up.

Aunt Zelda

She was being very vague about Jenna's parents. She definitely knows who her father is.

Aunt Zelda throwing shade:

Also the Marsh Python having a tendency to swim to the right after being frozen in a circle is peak comedy.

Meanwhile at the Castle...

Some amusing notes:

DomDaniel has frequent banquets. Who does he invite? Who actually attends? I would like an entire chapter on one of these banquets.

"Operation Compost Heap." That is all.

The Supreme Custodian viewed Simon as a companion? What kind of Lima Syndrome shit is this 😂

Also Simon just walks tf out? Hahaha

The Hunter

Damn it Gerald, why did you have to shoot Boggart?

How can he hear Jenna's, Nicko's, and 412's heartbeats? I know he was trained for hunting, but that seems a little too superhuman.

It's a shame all the Shield Bugs died so quickly, with the exception of the one holding a grudge against Boy 412.

I feel like brainwashing the Hunter into thinking he's a clown should be a much more difficult spell 😅

Boy 412

I love how this kid finally decides to talk and he's immediately the most sassy 10 year old in existence.

The Apprentice

What a little shit

Get him, Bert! 🦆🐈

I love how unconcerned the Magog is so unconcerned with every aspect of this mission. It doesn't get paid enough for this.

The Vengeance

There's no way Alther really thought Jenna, Nicko, and 412 were just going to go back to the cottage 😅

You can't mention the great Wizard Inquisition and not give me more details!

[artsygirl0315]

My baby has come, Look at her!!💙

She looks so precious in your style, This is awesome!! Careful my baby blorbo!!💙💙

Would it be alright if you were to draw Mella (child, KND operative) for the oc requests?

Anything with her is alright with me, I just wanna interact with you more! Hope you're doing just dandy, Stay awesome!!💙

If only I wasn't a potato at communication...

But anyway! Maybe we will cook something! For now, have your child playing! Careful, the floor is lava!!!

[missydischa]

@onyxonline

YOOOOOOOOOOO HERE COMES AARON'S HOME MOON, JUPITER'S SECOND MOON EUROPA!!

Bruh I was having a blast making this, have some more LOOOOOOORE!

Being underwater the entirety or most of the entirety of their lives makes actually talking with words kind of redundant.

When Aaron got to earth learning to actually speak was really hard for him but he was super interested. Mella on the other hand was super hype about learning his 'ocean tune'. Thanks to that she can now sing melodies without sounding like a dying crow gargling on nails!

[esuemmanuel]

Reencarnado.

0:00 am

“Ya pasó todo, es tiempo de volver a empezar”.

Me despertó una voz, hablándome al oído. Pude sentir el aliento de la boca de la que salían esas palabras rozarme la oreja. Abrí los ojos con ligero sobresalto, me sentía pesado… muy pesado. El sueño en el que había estado sumergido seguía haciendo mella en mí. Apenas podía ver, ante mí, una luz que parpadeaba al son de mis pestañeos.

“Despierta, necesitas empezar de nuevo”.

Otra vez esa voz. Estaba acostado boca arriba, desnudo, pero cubierto por una sábana blanca. La cama donde mi cuerpo descansaba estaba helada; me atravesaba los huesos su frialdad. No era que estuviese adormecido por el sueño, sino por el frío que mi cuerpo estaba padeciendo. Me dolieron los huesos, de pronto. Quise levantarme, sin embargo, la pesadez me lo hacía imposible. Me quedé ahí, mirando hacia el techo, en cuyo yacía parpadeando esa luz. ¿En dónde estaba? No lograba recordar nada. No podía siquiera pensar.

“Levántate, el tiempo corre”.

¿Quién está hablando? ¿De dónde viene esa voz? ¿Por qué quiere que me levante? ¿En dónde estoy? Tantas preguntas revolviéndose en mi cabeza. Me sentía mareado con tanto cuestionamiento surgiendo de mis adentros. El dolor de huesos, el frío de la cama, mi desnudez y esa luz blanca, parpadeando sobre mí, sofocándome con su intensidad y su palpitar.

0:17 am

“¿Quieres morir otra vez?”

No lograba entender… y, con toda esa duda martirizándome la mente, me incorporé un poco, sólo el pecho y la cabeza; quería ver en dónde estaba. Una fila tras otra fila... tras otra y otra fila... de camillas heladas guardando, debajo de unas sábanas blancas, cientos de cuerpos durmientes. Encima de cada una, la luz parpadeando.

De súbito, recordé.

Photo by PaaZ PG on Unsplash

Reincarnated.

0:00 am

"It's all over now, it's time to start over."

I was awakened by a voice speaking in my ear. I could feel the breath of the mouth from which these words came brush against my ear. I opened my eyes with a slight start, feeling heavy… very heavy. The dream I had been in was still taking its toll on me. I could barely see in front of me, a light flickering to the sound of my blinking.

"Wake up, you have to start over."

That voice again. I was lying on my back, naked, but covered by a white sheet. The bed on which my body rested was freezing, its coldness piercing my bones. It was not that I was numb from sleep, but that my body was suffering from the cold. My bones suddenly ached. I wanted to get up, but the heaviness made it impossible. I stood there and looked up at the ceiling where the light flickered. Where was I? I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't even think.

"Get up, the clock is ticking".

Who is speaking? Where is this voice coming from? Why does he want me to get up? Where am I? So many questions swirling in my head. I felt dizzy with so many questions rising up inside me. The pain in my bones, the coldness of the bed, my nakedness, and the white light flickering above me, suffocating me with its intensity and throbbing.

0:17 am

"Do you want to die again?"

I couldn't understand… and with all this doubt tormenting my mind, I sat up a little, just my chest and my head; I wanted to see where I was. Row after row… after another and another row… of icy stretchers holding, under white sheets, hundreds of sleeping bodies. Light flickering above each one.

Suddenly I remembered.

[judas-n-mella]

Yo, yo, yo! Nice to meet ya’ll! Our names are Judas and Mella

We’re indie music producers who want to make it big, and spread our tunes to every nook and cranny of the realm!

Here, we’ll post little moments of our life in Knighton, whether that be WIPs of new song lyrics or any random shenanigans that we might get ourselves into

Here’s a little something about us—

Judas🤎☕️- They/She/He: I Grew Up in a small village outside of Knighton. My parents almost always argued about what they wanted me to be, and their ideas always clashed against each other, and I was stuck in the middle, never even getting the chance to speak my mind and chose what I wanted to be. It also didn’t help that I was born intersex, and my parents choosing where or when I would be a boy or a girl. So, as soon as I became eighteen, I moved out and into the capital of Knighton, Knightonia! I started writing little poems and lyrics to vent out my frustrations, and eventually started writing full length songs and stories! I’m now proud of who I am and I want to show the rest of the kingdom of Knighton that they can be whatever they want to be, and to not let anyone tell them otherwise~

Mella ToneInn🩷🍓- She/They: Hello, hello! I’m a squirebot who was made to tend to the students at the Knights academy, specifically the more restless ones. After a rather unpleasant incident that left my main core mechanism, two tiny spray dispensers that would spray a soothing melatonin-like substance, practically useless, I was no longer of use at the academy and reluctantly let go. I was no longer able to do what I was built for(which is extremely frustrating, especially if you’re a robot). However, after a while of being homeless, I was lucky enough to be found by Judas, who gladly took me in. They taught nme the I don’t need to be restricted by my original code and that I can do whatever I put my mind to… and I want to help anyone, whether they be made of metal or flesh, recognize that!

We’re so happy to be here and we hope you enjoy your stay~

[OOC— Roleplay/ask Blog for my Nexo Knights ocs! I’ll mostly post silly story and art stuff related to them here. Hope you enjoy! Main blog is @xzbat-loverzx ]

[ask-future-turo-and-past-sada]

I am immensely curious to read “getting hammered FOR SCIENCE!!!!” If you ever write it, I would love to see it.

Also, what were the reactions of everyone who got to read that report? Any good spit-takes? Anyone laugh so hard they choked/fell out of their chair/etc? Anyone save a copy “for personal use” (to read whenever they feel sad to feel better immediately)?

I imagine Mella/Vega (whichever we’re calling her) bursting into the sanity room, barely able to speak through laughter, saying something along the lines of “Everyone stop what you’re doing, you NEED to read Turo’s newest report right fucking now.”

Turo will be bullied (affectionate) relentlessly for this, I’m sure.

You're in luck because I've actually already written it!

I've started another fic that will be a collection of little side pieces to Timeslip, flashbacks, other characters POVs, little things I couldn't fit into the main story.

(Someone DEFINITELY saved a copy for personal use ahahah)

[weirdcursedvaultkid]

Mood

[artsygirl0315]

"Unhealthy Experiment"

"She's out of control,

She doesn't listen to reason,

She had an idea and she's not stopping until she gets a proper result."

"Eleanor, my dear, what had grief done to you?"

Information:

Eleanor Burnham, The youngest daughter of the Burnham family or at least what was left of it.

A child who's grief was so strong, she made an early development.

A silhouette suit.

A suit made out of her mourning, Her mind didn't work sanely and her heart refused reason.

She believed that if she can make everyone in their lives miserable and mentally in pain, She could build her sister back up again.

The small patch of what was left of Mella's suit was in her hands, believing that it was another chance for her sister's return.

She was so delusional that she believed her own lies.

Jamie, The sweet timid little brother of Evan Martinez. He had caught her while in the midst of her plans but refused to speak to anyone else about it.

He too believed in Eleanor's logic and thought that he can bring back his older brother, so he kept their secret.

He knew that Eleanor was making everyone else suffer but he didn't interfere.

He wanted his brother back too..

What happens next if she were to be caught?

We'll know next time, I suppose..

[doggerell]

[viking-hel]

It was strange to hear a human voice after so long. Beyond Pluto, space was just so…empty and dark.

‘Uh, sir? We just need to confirm: are you the only one onboard?’

‘Wha—of course I am! Solo mission, remember?’ You sputtered.

The response was mildly mollified. ‘I understand, sir, it’s just-’

‘Just what?’

A beat of silence. Then another. Three.

‘We have confirmed detection of an unidentified life form onboard with you.’

Fear curled down into your stomach, out into your arms and up the back of your neck, stinging as it went.

‘Wh-where?’ You whispered.

‘It’s…in the cockpit.’

The fear that was a stinging heat became a sudden blast of ice. Your heartbeat thudded uncomfortably. Your breath irritated your lips.

‘Are you alright, dear friend?’

You carefully turned to look over your shoulder at Mella. ‘Now’s not the best time.’

‘Why ever not?’ Mella demanded. ‘Should I not be here to meet your people? Those barbarians that sent you out here all alone?!’

Mella had many thoughts about your solo mission, and none of them could be construed as positive. You were very thankful for it.

Mella had appeared one day. Out of the blackness of space. You’d wanted company and suddenly appeared in the form a silvery being with a not quite solid body but oddly you could still bump into it. For the forty day mission, Mella was there.

‘Sir! Sir!’

Shaking yourself, you remembered the com was on. ‘Yeah, control, still here.’

‘Can you confirm…is there someone with you?’

‘Yes!’ Mella cried. ‘I wish to to speak with whomever organised this mission!’

You stared in absolute shock. Mella was…speaking to control?

‘Uh…who are you?’

‘I am Mella, Seeker of the Shreeka Dominion. We inhabit the space beyond the planet you named Pluto. Why do you send people on solo missions? My dear friend here was so very lonely and our Dominion cannot abide this! I shall be speaking with your leader!’ Mella slammed a hand into the button and terminated the connection.

‘Well,’ Mella started, ‘I expect we’ll land soon.’

And you did.

You’re an astronaut sent on a solo deep space mission. To combat the loneliness, you’ve created an imaginary friend who you interact with every day. Upon finally returning, mission control stops you. An unidentified lifeform has been detected on your ship.

[mmabelpines]

ive been following u for like 6 years and its so nice to see your new art!! it looks great :) def share more if u feel inclined

Aw thanks!!! Yea I'll def reblog more of it to my main from time to time akfh

[weirdcursedvaultkid]

I’m dying LMAO