#mirroring the real world and all that

[turquoisedata]

It's finally happened: someone has written a fic in which I ship Crowley with Gabriel rather than Aziraphale.

@ishomieokay well done 😱 it's the second work in this series

I will add an honourable mention to @gingiekittycat because I was on board with them in Crying's Not For Me too but I felt mildly conflicted about it

Anyway the only other thing I can say is READ THE TAGS FORTHELOVEOFGOD

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage - The World Within

[linktoo-doodles]

YOUR PART IN THE QSMP STORY ANIMATION WAS SO GOOD, OH MY GOODNESS. It took me a hot second to realize, but after that it was like, how could I have missed it? It was so obviously your art style, your version of Quackity, and it was so *good*.

It's amazing to see how much better your animation has gotten since the days of Your Obedient Servant and Tubbo and Quackity's 'don't trust anyone, not even me', but it's still so obviously your animation. It's just incredible.

All the kudos to you though. That was such a good MAP, and it was an incredibly pleasant surprise to see a familiar artist in the fray.

[Link to the MAP]

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!! Yes that is me... it was such a good community to work with. I've never been involved in a MAP before and I'm so honoured to be a part of this! Please check out the entire multi-animator project, everyone is brilliant.

here's a bit of my process (I had to cut down on my final part due to my schedule!)

and some more testing gifs...

HUGE shoutout to the mods for being so accommodating, professional and kind throughout the entire process. I'm still here, okay!!! I love the MCYT community with my whole heart <3

[sysig]

Destined to lose an eye in every timeline (Patreon)

Bonus alt:

[teotoffee]

brightened the captain ishmael image 1. she is incredibly handsome here (starts punching the wall) 2. she seems to be missing her iconic rope headband (which is usally present in all her other ids)

[thatscarletflycatcher]

One of the biggest problems of writing that Frasier post is that the logic of 90s comedies is not real life logic. It's not just that you can just pick which exaggerated thing to believe more (and sometimes you need to outright pick between two mutually excluding canon facts), but also the degree to which you believe anything. Which is fun for theorizing but also terrible for theorizing because to argue one way or another you need to create the fiction that the coherent narrative you are pointing out has value of truth in a universe where the value of truth is the rule of funny.

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[coffeecatcraze]

I'd just like to say that I love the way Heaven is constructed in Hazbin Hotel, because instead of a divine or even otherworldly place, it's a real-world broken government.

This system has remained unquestioned for so long that the people in charge of it have forgotten how it actually works; they've just been blindly going through the motions of it, never stopping to consider if maybe they should do more than just trust it to maintain itself. When Charlie tries to fight the system by adhering to the principles behind it instead of its current functionality (or lack thereof), she's resisted because the people up top are so comfortable with how it is that they don't dare risk changing it. They don't care about what the system is supposed to be or how it's supposed to work; they just want it to stay how it is, because that's what's been working for them all this time. Trying to get them to follow the idea behind the system instead of the mechanics they've settled into doesn't work because they don't want to change the status quo.

Not to mention the "preventative genocide" Sera consented to, because a government sending the army to slaughter people never has consequences. It never builds resentment, it never brings retaliation! Yeah, this is real shit that happens, and no one ever learns. Angels aren't perfect beings; they're making the same mistakes that humans do. Humans who would definitely end up in Hell, the place those same angels say is full of only irredeemable souls. The hypocrisy is dizzying because it's so realistic.

Heaven is just another corrupt government that got complacent, and there's something oddly beautiful about the realism of it.

[eldhuug]

Lenny is probably the only guy in camp Abigail would want around her son aside from Arthur, and Lenny would KNOW how important it is to have a stable and loving figure to teach you skills like reading and writing not to mention were CONSTANTLY SHOWN how caring he is??? Begging the game to have Lenny help out with Jack, helping him w his reading and being goofy and it also being a reason John pretends Lenny isn't real :-))

[v1rtualtrash]

Your worst or most crack headcanon for Cedric, Greylock or whoever from STF. 🫵🏼

(Aquí voy a hacer un paréntesis, porque me gustaría saber si tienes algun hc para ellos que se relacione a algún aspecto de la cultura latina)

Hmm, I don't really have that many crack headcanons at all, but I hc that Grimtrix and Goodwyn (and maybe Marshak as well) were friends in hexley hall, for no particular reason other than they seem to be of similar age. I also hc that Rudistan is in the opposite hemisphere from Enchancia just so that I can project having to suffer through 29C° degree weather right now on Greylock.

Honestly I don't really have any headcanons that have to do with my culture, which is surprising. I've drawn Cedric as a gaucho before but only because I had visited a museum recently lmao. That actually made me wonder if others have some hcs to do with their own culture, so if you have any it would be cool to hear!

[vivalasthedas]

why is it that like

the first thing i've watched of tarsem singh's work that has actually had close to that same quality from the fall and the visually fun parts of the cell is a lady gaga music video i didn't know about until today

of course i haven't watched any of this shit in a while now so im probably talking pure shit

[joelletwo]

[The Final sugi dying kitten betrayal -> utsuro-gin fight -> sakura boat imagination -> completely tonally consistent with these ginpachi-sensei closer]

now listen. u know i would rather die than post five nearly-uninterrupted minutes of a fight scene. so take that into consideration.

[cookinguptales]

now that I'm done imagining a jar of peanut butter, can I just say that I love that Shane and Ryan have shifted away from traditional true crime to just shootin' the shit about weird-ass mysteries?

I always liked the "let's talk about weird mysteries" aspect of buzzfeed unsolved, but being real with you, I'm uncomfortable with true crime and the culture surrounding it. like... as someone who lost a loved one to a violent (and temporarily unsolved) crime, I've seen firsthand how internet theorizing can make a traumatizing time even harder and like. it's fucking rough, man.

I get that it makes money and all (which... is a whole other can of worms) but when you view human suffering as entertainment, it's so easy to forget about the real people who will actually be affected by what's put out there on the internet.

so I'm happy that Shane and Ryan seem to be leaning a lot more into "wow, some unhinged shit happened! how fucked up is that?" on mystery files. more of this, please!!

[drlavenderpepper]

just watched the first of the quangles released today and i'm. i'm going to be thinking about that dark au world for the next three to five business days

[gender-euphowrya]

it's incredible how we started taking feminism for granted like. we made a smidge of progress and everyone was like "i guess this is never going away and the next generations are going to keep on this legacy. let's wrap it up !'' and now we have girl math and buccal fat removal and tradwives and claims that no woman could compete with any man

[yakketymax]

ok ok wait, funhouse mirror glass eyes??? thats SO fascinating- does that have anything to do with how funnel casts their illusions? sort of like reflecting a funhouse mirror version of something, or projecting it into the world? or is it just a cool magic thing they can do because they're rad as hell

Upon multiple occasions, I've described Funnels eyes as being a kind of pseudo magic wands. Without their eyes, Funnel is not entirely powerless both physically and magically, but they are handicapped by a drastic amount- so like if they were to be blinded by debris or if their eyes were to get covered in some manner. They can cast lesser illusions using the perpetual dark aura that exudes from them naturally (Witch Cookies and their inherent bad vibes) but they won't be much and they'll be easy to shake off.

Funnels eyes are a funhouse mirror that's been directly connected to the brain of someone with a wild and loud imagination, which is why it requires more focus from them to make something "normal," like a reflection of another person or a reflection of a real place. You look into the mirror and you see whatever they want you to see reflected back at you, warped far beyond what's comfortable in reality.