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I never got too deep into the tv series and honestly didn't even know it had a book adaptation but were there any big differences between them?
so many. to be fair to the show — with all the grace i'm willing to give jason rothenberg lmao — the show & the first book were developed at the same time from the same base concept kass had come up with for it.
that being said, here are some differences!
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤthe time between the nuclear apocalypse — called the cataclysm in the book — and the beginning of the story is 97 years in the show and 300 years in the books.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤthe ark is referred to as the colony, and consists of three major “ships” (phoenix, arcadia & walden), rather than the 12 or so stations (medical, earth monitoring, agro, alpha, arrow, factory, hydra, mecha, prison, tesla, flint & orchid) on the ark.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤin terms of comparability, phoenix & alpha seem to be the most “rich” of the stations / ships, and arcadia & walden being comparable to factory or mecha in terms of being the working class stations.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤthe colony itself has a far more in depth look into the classism on it’s ships, with phoenix being the “upper class” ship where people can have a better life through their status and wealth, vs arcadia & walden being more “working class” where people struggle to get by and a lot of the ships resources are not allocated properly. there is also a law divide between the ships, as those on walden or arcadia are not allowed to travel between the ships to phoenix without permission, and doing so could result in punishment.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤin the show, clarke & bellamy are the two main leads; in the books, there are four pov characters, with wells being one and another being glass sorenson, who isn’t in the show and doesn’t have any composite character there.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤthere are no grounders in the books; instead the people found on the ground when the delinquents land are a rebellious offshoot of the main group known as the earthborn. however they are more equivalent to a “good” version of the mountain men; as their ancestors survived in the mountain bunker before leaving it 50 years before the books start. they are led by max walgrove.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤas such, there are no grounders from the shows in the books. other characters from the show’s main group that don’t exist in the books : raven reyes, finn collins, john murphy, marcus kane, monty green, jasper jordan, harper mcintyre, eric jackson, nathan miller, etc etc.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤlincoln also does not exist in the books but there is a character similar to him in concept — a person from earth falling in love with a sky person & being rebellious against their people — in max's daughter, sasha walgrove.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤraven reyes also has a character similar to her in luke, glass's boyfriend. both are engineers who struggle to keep their loved one alive & suffer a leg injury some time into the show / book.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤvarious name changes from show to book are: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤaurora blake is melinda blake. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤabby griffin is mary griffin. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤjake griffin is david griffin.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤthe colony’s law follows the gaia doctrine, the ark follows the exodus charter.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤthe skyboxis referred to as confinement or the detention center.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤthe nuclear apocalypse (praimfaya or apocalypse one) is referred to as the cataclysm or the exodus.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤthere’s no name for the tree in the show, but in the books, it’s referred to as the eden tree & it is set on fire by wells' in order to get himself sent down to earth.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤoctavia is 16 in the show & 14 in the books. bellamy is 23 in the show & 20 in the books.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤwhile clarke & bellamy are confirmed bisexual by the show & actors, it is unknown if kass intended for them to be bisexual in the books also. however, octavia is confirmed bisexual or mspec, as she has been shown to have crushes on wells & graham, & kissed a girl named anna.
SPOILER TERRITORY BELOW.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤbellamy is wells' half brother, with wells’ father, chancellor jaha, who had slept with melinda blake before getting into a relationship with wells’ mother. as there are no described races in the books, the ethnicities of the boys & their parents are unknown. this did not carry over into the show, as bellamy is played by the half filipino, half white actor bob morley, & wells is played by the black actor eli goree.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤbellamy & clarke are a confirmed couple in the books, having gotten engaged in the last book, rebellion.
ㅤㅤㅤ•ㅤmary & david griffin are revealed to be alive in homecoming, surviving unlike their counterparts in the show: jake (who died before the show started via being floated) & abby (who was murdered by russell lightbourne.)
this was a very long post & there are probably other differences but i'm in the process of rereading the books now so i'll reblog this with any others i find if i do!
#the 100#the 100 novels#the 100 books#the 100 day 21#day 21#the 100 homecoming#homecoming#the 100 rebellion#rebellion#kass morgan#ais.txt#answered#q
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!SPOILERS FOR ROUND 7 OBVIOUSLY!
BRUH I JUST READ THE BEHIND THE SCENES OF FINAL ROUND ON PATREON AND??????
IT WAS NEVER A RESCUE MISSION????
SO THEY DIDN'T FAIL TO SAVE THEM?? BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T EVEN THERE TO DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?????
MIZI SIMPLY DECIDED TO TRY SAVING TILL ON HER OWN?
MIZI WHO ONLY JUST JOINED THE REBELLION???
Bro she never had a chance huh....
I'm really viewing this image of Hyuna in a new light.
Hyuna knows she is asking a lot of Mizi here...
To simply standby....watching her last friend perish in front of her without being able to do anything.
All for the sake of humankind.
Individual salvation vs the salvation of the people.
I also think Hyuna has come to love Mizi as a sister, and doesn't want to lose her like she lost Hyun Woo.
God....
VIVINOS IF YOU KILL HYUNA AS WELL I WILL HATE ALIEN STAGE FOREVER, I AM NOT EVEN JOKING
#alien stage#alnst#alien stage spoilers#alnst spoilers#alnst mizi#alnst hyuna#About that last sentence#I am 100% serious#I can accept Till dying as much as it hurts#theres no way he could beat Luka in the state he was in#and knowing they weren't going in to rescue anyone also makes me think there's nothing the rebellion could have done#but if hyuna dies as well?#I feel like that will turn alnst into nothing but misery p*rn#and I'm not down with that#ramble rumble
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did most of the ppl who watched rebellion just… conveniently and completely forget abt the incubators’ plan to use and control madokami and her powers in order to bring back the witch system?
like, even if you want to view homura’s actions towards the end of the movie through a black and white lens while also ignoring/glossing over madoka’s words during the flower field scene to say that homura is being completely selfish, you can’t rly just ignore the fact that she is also doing this to literally protect madoka from them. 
plus, don’t you think that homura would have probably just… went w madoka to ‘heaven’, if she could have in the 1st place? if she wasn’t worried abt what the incubators would have done to madoka if homura had let herself be taken into the sky w/o at least TRYING to protect her one more time, when she had already failed her attempt to get herself killed inside her soul gem for this exact reason?
i will agree that ripping god (your best friend and lover) out of the sky despite her and everyone’s protests is uhhhh… yeah, pretty bad, to say the least lmao. but some of you rly need to pay more attention to the complex context and nuance of it all, and realize that it isn’t just that simple or black and white.
#again: not saying homura is 100% in the right bc i honestly don’t think she is#but she def isn’t anywhere near as wrong as a large amount of the fandom tries to paint her#she is trying to protect madoka from the greedy incubators and her own selflessness#it’s both selfish and selfless i’d say#madoka magica#mahou shoujo madoka magica#puella magi madoka magica#homura akemi#akemi homura#pmmm homura akemi#madoka magica homura akemi#puella magi madoka magica homura akemi#mahou shoujo madoka magica homura akemi#madoka kaname#kaname madoka#madoka magica madoka kaname#puella magi madoka magica madoka kaname#mahou shoujo madoka magica madoka kaname#pmmm madoka kaname#god madoka#ultimate madoka#madokami#devil homura#akuma homura#mahou shoujo madoka magica rebellion#puella magi madoka magica rebellion#madoka magica rebellion#the rebellion story#media literacy#fandom criticism
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Thinking about how TBB went to Bracca. Thinking about how Cal Kestis is on Bracca. Thinking about how they’re on Bracca at the same time. Thinking about how they could’ve potentially met. Thinking about how Cal’s Jedi cruiser is probably down on Bracca. Thinking about how Omega and Cal would be an unstoppable canon duo. Thinking about—
#it came to me in a vision#cal and omega as besties in the rebellion??#they wouldn’t be able to handle the chaos#the bad batch#star wars#star wars the bad batch#sw tbb#the bad batch season 3#star wars tbb#sw the bad batch#jedi fallen order#jedi survivor#tbb omega#omega tbb#cal kestis#star wars jedi survivor#star wars jedi fallen order#they’d be besties 100%#cal would probably be a little terrified when he finds out she’s a clone but he’ll get over it
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after the new leak i think the movie might be about homura "rediscovering" herself after getting broken and fractured so far beyond her original self with all the various parts of her fighting eachother for dominance? Eventually somehow ending up related to Walpurgisnacht?
i hope itll be more complicated than that and have witch style elements tho just that isnt too original/ compelling of a story. trailers give me hope for the best tho!!! i really hope the clara dolls do end up playing a major part tho in the self struggle thing and in general i love them so much
#pmmm#puella magi madoka magica#walpurgis rising#walpurgis no kaiten#god i wish the clara dolls get a BIG role in this movie i love them sm#theyre like one of my favorite things about rebellion omg#pls shaft 🙏#my posts#to be clear i 100% want to see homura fight herself i just think theres sooo much more opportunities for angst w/ my beloved emo princess#and they shouldnt settle for 1. let us see her suffer. bc we love her <3
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New Age AU (The Camp)
Hello and welcome back to another New Age drabble! As always, fuck it we ball, no editing or rereading! This one is fresh off the press!
And!! Hello to @ancha-aus @papiliovolens and @mutzelputz ! Hope y'all enjoy!
Things had been looking up.
Now, the bar for what was 'better' was set pretty low, but this time, right now, managed to reach it.
Shortly after the collapse of his former kingdom, Cross had known there was no way he could ever show his face there again. His closest friends were dead, his brother was trying to rebuild things from the ground up, and his presence would only hinder them. If he, the king's loyal dog, stayed? It'd cause he'll to break loose.
So he left. Alone. In the night. Nowhere to go but anywhere better than there.
He walked.
And walked, and walked, and walked, until he came across a town where he could find a place to sleep, a spot to eat, and to find out what the hell he'd do next.
He had almost hoped that no one would recognize him in the neighboring kingdom. That he'd get off scot-free, but they knew. He was too focused, too quick to draw his blade, too alert.
He unsettled the patrons at the inn, he was too efficient for the dock work, and the shops wouldn't have him keeping his sword on his hip. He refused to be without it.
And so within a few months he'd exhausted his resources and had to move on.
But. Just before he boarded the ship that would set sail for some new dock, he had been rushed into by a wirey, tiny skeleton. Knocked clean off his feet and almost directly into the lapping sea below the docks.
Cross was not easily placed off-balance. The skeleton was stronger than he looked.
And he looked... really nice.
Cross, as he stood his ground, found that the skeleton paused to stare at him. Big, colorful eyelight filled crescent sockets which squinted in delight. A big smile reached the corners of his eyes, and a huge smudge of some darkness patterned his cheek, breaking up the pure while bone of his skull.
Cross hadn't seen another skeleton monster in ages, aside from his brother. Especially not one with as much expression as this one. Dressed head to toe in colorful fabric sashes and pouches and bags, every one with a new vibrant color. It must've been expensive to-
And then he'd spotted that this ethereal skeleton had a familiar pouch in-hand. A pouch with a hand-embroidered "X" on it. His coin purse.
The moment he'd seen it, it seemed the skeleton had noticed, because he practically rocketed off the dock. Cross had followed without a thought. That was his pouch! One if the few things that were ever his. He needed that back, boat be damned.
And so Cross had chased this mysterious skeleton all about town, not losing his track for long when the other managed to slip away.
It felt like the worst game of cat and mouse he'd ever been a part of. But, it was somewhere outside if town that the skeleton led him to. He wasn't even out of breath when he came to the clearing just off the path. The skeleton had been out of his sight for twenty minutes, but his transportation magic was pungent. Cross knew exactly where he'd gone.
And he'd found him.
Grabbed him by one of his scarves abd snatched his pouch back. It was empty, but that was fine. Most of his gold was inside his armor anyhow.
But before he left, the skeleton had laughed. Had said he was impressed he'd been followed. Wondered what he was doing setting sail on that dingey of a ship before. Cross hadn't intended to sit down, he hadn't wanted to. After all, this guy had stolen from him.
Yet, the skeleton mentioned he might have work for a soldier like Cross. Paying work. Work that would have him moving about. Away from whatever he was running from.
And Cross had sat. And asked about the work. And Ink had introduced himself.
Ink was an assassin for hire, something which had made Cross grimace and almost leave once more, but Ink swore Cross wouldn't be expected to kill anyone. Just... make sure no one killed Ink while he was moving from job to job. A bodyguard of sorts, just until his name was off the radar again.
He promised gold, and food, and respect. People knew him everywhere he went, a sort of folk hero (though that wasn't what he'd said) and so Cross wouldn't be as judged for his past.
It had been an easy sell. Scam or not.
Cross had some things to get used to. The first being that Ink had no soul. He hadn't noticed it because the other was draped in magical items, but Ink was entirely soulless. Along with that, he had an awful memory.
To work around it, Cross had taken one of Ink's scarves to replace his bandana that was destroyed in a fight. The familiar item seemed to keep Ink from getting spooked by Cross. It was almost familiar to Cross, how to Ink he was no different than one if Ink's other cloth-wrapped belongings.
And it was two years, traveling with Ink. Helping him keep on track for his kills, keeping folks from trying to ambush him. Fighting local city guards attempting to arrest them.
It was a life on the run, but it was better than being dogged in his own hometown, missing his friends and family. Some shadow of a fallen king.
But, now, things were looking up.
Ink had said he was going to be going dark for a bit. To help an old friend. One who Cross might like.
One who was setting up a rebellion against the evil tyrant who'd taken over his home kingdom in order to defend his peoples. A righteous warrior.
Cross had to admit, the closer they drew towards the encampment, the more excited he became. He wasn't able to help in the last coup he lived through. Maybe he could be of help during this one.
.
.
The chattering and happy voices weren't what Cross had expected upon finally reaching the end of the game trail. Ink had insisted there was no main road to the encampment, and that they had to use the secret entrance, which consisted of a thin trail that wove between all sorts of flora and snagged at his fraying uniform.
When they'd emerged, Cross had certainly not expected to find himself standing before a beautiful flower garden.
It was a landscaped space reminiscent of the gardens back at the palace. It was smaller, obviously, with less variety, but the first step onto the rocky path which led towards the back of a meager cottage made his heart skip a beat.
The colors were to plentiful, and a butterfly flitted past him in a way that completely had him enamored. It was thanks to muscle memory that he didn't freeze up completely to admire the flawless plants in more detail.
Instead, he soon found himself up a set of wooden steps, just behind Ink, hand on his swords hilt in preparation.
Ink knocked on the door.
It sounded thin, and Cross wondered just how old this building was. Colorful curtains drawn over the windows gave an impression of a fresh life to a building which clearly was on its last leg. The ground creaked under the slightest shift of weight.
The door swung open.
His focus was entirely absorbed by the person on the other side of the door. Another skeleton.
Of course, Ink was shorter than Cross, but this new skeleton was shorter than Ink. He had bright blue eyelights and was wearing what Cross could only recognize as training armor. Old iron scraped up in battle and worn more casually when a soldier was among allies. It was adorned in shades of blue and yellow heavy fabric, and Cross was a little amazed that the little guy wasn't dying in the summer heat right about now.
"Oh, Ink!" The skeleton inside greeted. "You're... actually right on schedule! That's unheard of for you." He seemed to look over his shoulder a moment.
Cross followed his gaze, catching a slight view into the inner portion of the cottage. It seemed warm, and decorated, and homey. Too messy for his tastes just at a glance, but he had to imagine it was cozy for those who lived inside.
"You can thank Cross for that one. He's been keeping me on-schedule for..." Ink trailed off at that, reaching a hand back to knock his knuckles against Cross's padded tunic, just over the center of his ribs.
"Just barely two years now." Cross supplied meekly, focusing on Blue, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Blue seemed to perk up at Cross' words, and nodded a bit.
"Right! Yes, forgive me, I am Blue." The skeleton, Blue, supplied with a grin. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Cross."
Then, after a moment, he peaked it head back inside to look at something beyond the door, then looked back out to the pair. He was clearly guarding the threshold.
"If you wouldn't mind waiting out on the front veranda? Dream and I will coke to meet you and guide you to the planning tent." Blue requested, and gestured to the left.
Cross could only imagine the porch wrapped around to the front, and he nodded in agreement as Ink shot off in that direction without a warning.
Blue shut the door, and Cross took his time walking around the side of the old cottage.
Dream.
That was the name of the person leading this revolution. Cross was eager to hear more, solely because Ink didn't always have his facts straight. His memory made it more likely that he was making things up to fill the gaps than anything else.
He'd made this Dream guy sound like a saint, and frankly Cross didn't believe it. Kingdoms can be bad, but the things Ink was saying sounded cartoonish. Blood sacrifice and godlike power? No way was any of that right. He needed to meet this guy and hear what sort of real threats this tyrant posed, and hear how Dream planned on going about claiming power.
Cross had seen a plan like this go poorly before. He didn't plan to let another one happen on his watch.
As he turned the corner, he was greeted with a shocking sight.
Not far past the front fence of the cottage, was a large clearing with a river running through it. Dotted around the edges of the grassy clearing were all sorts of large canvas tents. Ones that reminded him a bit too much of a battle encampment.
Only, the tents were strung up with colorful flags atop, banners of what had to be the Royal insignia of the kingdom in gold and purple, and, most strikingly, that was where those sounds of joy had been coming from.
People were talking, there was a dirt patch in the center of the place where it seemed there were people training, others cheering them on. The scent of warm food wafted past him and made his mouth water. Just from a distance, it seemed like a little sanctuary. Hidden away on the outskirts of a kingdom.
When he finally reached Ink's side, the other had hoisted himself to sit on a low-bearing railing that circled the porch. It barely seemed to hold his weight, but he coukd care less. He seemed content to kick his feet and watch the people out in the main area.
Cross remained vigilant (then again, when didn't he?) and was quick to turn when the front door behind them eventually swung open with a heavy creaking noise.
There, trailing Blue out of the front door, was a radiant skeleton.
His magic alone felt like a warm breeze had passed a summer path and let flower petals gently drift by to make a scenic masterpiece. It was unlike anything Cross had ever felt, and he tried not to look dumbfounded when the skeleton's eyelights skimmed up and over the scene before him.
"Dream!" It was Ink who practically stunt-fell backwards from his perch and rushed over to the skeleton's side without so much as a stumble.
Cross didn't need to see his eyelights to know they were probably both a bright, striking color. His excitement was evident.
"Ink, it's good to see you again!" Dream greeted, and to Cross' utter surprise, he reached out and pulled Ink into a quick hug. "I heard from Blue that you brought a reliable friend?" He pulled away just as quickly as he'd tugged Ink in, but he seemed to watch Ink closely with caring eyelights. A soft yellow.
Ink seemed to take a moment to process, before he gave a single nod and whipped around. In just a moment he bounced off of Cross's side and nudged him for emphasis.
"Right, this is Cross! He's been helping me, but I thought he'd help a lot with that job you needed done!" Ink introduced, and Cross gave a half-bow. He just hardly kept hinself from saluting in his old fashion.
Dream finally took a moment to look at Cross as the door to the cottage finally clicked shut on its own behind him.
It took a moment, before Dream smiled gently at him.
"Cross, it's a pleasure to meet you, truly." He greeted, reaching out a hand. Cross took it without thinking, shaking it firmly. "I am Prince Dream, and this is my knight, Blue." He added on.
Suddenly, Cross wished he hadn't accepted that handshake. A prince? Ink hadn't mentioned anything about Dream being royalty?? Surely he'd have been on better behavior if he'd known!
Dream released his hand, but gave him little time to devolve into panic, and he raised both hands placatingly.
"Please, don't fret." He asked, "I can see you are not from this kingdom and you don't know the plight we face."
It was a nice tone. An understanding one, which gave Cross a moment to breathe and think better of dropping to his knees for forgiveness.
Dream continued, "Undoubtedly you are a brave soul, and a strong one as well. If you truly are interested in assisting us in this fight, I can explain more to you in a moment," He paused, "Though, you have a burden on your shoulders, even so young. Where do you come from?"
Something about the question was so gentle. So... genuine.
Cross faltered a bit, "I-" A breath. "I come from the fallen kingdom of Ritten. A high guard, disgraced once the castle fell." He admitted, trying to will his throat to not grow tight in shame.
"And, may I ask, what brought you to this place?" Dream prodded gentle.
"My family suffered because I was not strong enough to fight against the oppressive might of my king. I ran away, and now cannot help them." He'd thought hard and long about this. Where he'd gone wrong. Every night for the past two years. "I thought that, perhaps, I might save someone else from the pain of an unhonest rule. At least, based on the picture Ink painted for me of your cause."
There was a moment of quiet.
"Mm, I don't remember painting anything of Dream yet though, Cross." Ink chimed in.
The tension felt broken and Dream's tense, serene aura burst into one of fondness and he turned to giggle at Ink. Blue, behind him, sighed.
"Figure of speech, my friend." Dream clarified to Ink, before returning focus to, a frankly startled, Cross. "It seems you're passionate. I cannot promise that helping my people will fill that gap on your soul, but I can swear that you will be doing good for them." Dream assured, and Cross couldn't help but agree.
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From there, Dream, Cross, Blue, and Ink crossed the lawn. Dream was greeted excitedly by every person they passed, abd Blue helpfully held open a flap to a particularly small canvas tent. One whose walls seemed to block out all the noise from outside, and which most likely prevented any eavesdropping from outside in.
The four of them settled around a table, Cross sat across from Dream, Ink and Blue facing eachother.
The table was strewn with a single map, and that map was covered in all sorts of pins and charcoal scratches. Clearly a planning guide.
Along routes, there were several red X's.
"Cross, how familiar are you with this kingdom?" Dream asked him as he examined the spread before him.
"...Admittedly, I don't know anything at all aside from what Ink has told me. We just arrived two days ago." He said.
Dream nodded as Blue chimed in that Ink was 'unreliable at best'.
"Then I shall start from what I know." Dream said softly.
"I am the crown prince of this place. I was raised alongside my twin in the Wooded Castle." He began, and Cross was already a bit surprised. Twins? For monsters, having twins was practically impossible. It was unsafe, and deadly... "We were inseparable. I was to one day claim the throne, and he was to be my closest confidant. My advisor. We had always been thrilled by our coming futures. I was to be crowned and gifted our familial magic on our 13th birthday."
There was a deep, deep sorrow that suddenly seemed to overtake Dream's face. Blue slumped a bit in his own seat as they both seemed to have their eyelights glued to Dream.
"Just months before our celebration, Nightmare became paranoid and distant. He told me that if I went through with the ceremony that something bad would happen. I'm not sure who placed this idea in his head, as I had been trained from a young age to withstand and control the power. A birthright handed on from my mother's father to my mother, and from my mother to me." He explained, "He did not listen to me, did not trust me."
A miniscule flinch of Dream's shoulders. "During the ceremony, as I was presented with my birthright. An apple, meant to pass on my mother's life energy as well as untold power. My brother rushed up and snatched it from my hands. Consumed the fruit, and was changed by its overwhelming force. He did not inheret the full power, nor was he the same after it washed him in a dark and potent magic." Cross was uncertain. Anxious. What kind of kingdom was this? "Shortly after he took the crown, he... he cast me out. Banished me to a neighboring kingdom."
Dream seemed to take a deep breath. "Since that day, my people have been suffering. Someone or something is in my poor brother's head, whispering horrible lies to him. I was unable to help him when we were young, and it has led to the horrible state of our kingdom. He is using the power granted by our ancestors to flood the people's crops and to destroy their sources of income. The people cannot survive this way much longer. I need to liberate my twin from those who are twisting his mind. So I may reason with him and help guide him back towards the truth."
Cross was taken aback.
Dream literally had an evil twin, and was meant to take the throne.
"There have been many attempts to gain information on the king's whereabouts, but anyone the smaller rebel groups have sent have never made it back." Blue took over the story. "Dream has been searching for a person strong enough to infiltrate the castle to bring us back direct information. We are blind aside from the word of the people."
And the dots fell into place. Cross would be this spy, if he agreed on taking this job.
The others seemed to sense his hesitancy.
"You can back out this moment if you like, no hard feelings." Dream had added hurriedly, "I am aware that our circumstances are looming for an outsider, and it is a lot to ask of a stranger."
It was sincere, but Cross knew himself too well. He was in too deep the moment Ink had told him of Dream's plight. There was no way he would turn down this fight.
"I... want to help you. What else do I need to know?" He replied simply.
The room seemed to fill with a sort of relief at his admission.
It seemed to take Dream a moment to collect his thoughts, before he gestured to Blue. The Knight was already out of his seat and rushing out of the tent. Cross figured this meant they were getting serious.
"My first rule," Dream stated, "Please, for your own safety, avoid facing my twin at all costs." That was... a strange one. "I would fear for his death at your hands, as I truly don't wish to see him dead. Only, he is too powerful for even an army of men to face, let alone one skilled warrior. It would be your death, and I do not wish to send you to the gallows."
Then Dream sighed, "I have had Ink searching for a worthy candidate for this mission. I would send him, but I fear he would forget his goal and attempt to assassinate my twin. And be killed in the process."
Cross gave a nod.
"The second thing to know, is to avoid the Knights. They always wear masks, visages of big cats from across the realm. As far as we are aware, there are three of them. A tiger, a lion, and a black panther." He informed, brow furrowed, "You are not from this area, but I can tell you that the masks are a tradition of our heritage. They are only given to those whom royal blood deem as their most trusted. The masked monsters cannot be trusted, and when together, cannot be faced alone."
Cross hardly had a moment to place the information into his mind before Dream seemed to jolt, "The panther is the strongest of them magically. The lion the strongest. If you come across them on your own, please, just flee with what you've found. All of these people are criminals and vagrants, the lowest of the low. Hostile and dangerous." He reiterated, until he gained another nod from Cross.
That was when Blue entered the tent once again, his arms filled with maps and scrolls and... was that armor?
"We have reason to believe that the power in the castle does not keep a close eye on their guard. The plan would be for you to slip in among a grouping of new recruits and investigate further once you are dismissed from your first round of duties." Dream explained.
Cross figured that could work. He was already a soldier, always had been one, so he wouldn't have to employ his terrible acting skills.
There was only one thing eating at him.
"And... what will I be searching for while I'm there?" He asked boldly.
That was when, almost like a cue, Blue set a scroll before him. It seemed to be a list of locations, people, and imports and exports.
"That is a list of all the things in which Nightmare has destroyed in the past year. All the locations and people affected by his wayward deeds." Dream explained, "I ask of you to listen, and find word of where his next area of disaster is planned to be. That way Blue, myself, Ink, and the others might intercept his Knights before they cause more harm to my people."
Okay. Just information.
Cross almost wondered if it was fate which brought him here, to sit before the radiant prince and his loyal followers.
He'd eavesdropped on his father and spoken with his siblings enough to understand exactly what Dream was hoping he'd find. Plans, schemes, people even thinking of slandering this king who he could crush under his boot.
This list was full of names and towns, written in a gentle cursive script, no doubt written by hand by Dream. Like there was a mourning etched into every stroke of the quill.
"Alright. I'll do it." Cross confirmed, though mostly to himself. Then, "When do I set off?"
#hoping deperately that I tagged the right ppl-#New Age AU#but hii guys welcome back!!!#Cross perspective this time! and our first (official) look at Dream!!!#there's a lot of thoughts I have on this but 1) Cross is a hopeless romantic. he thinks Blue Ink and Dream are all gorgeous and Is In Fact#repressing that feeling lmao#2) Dream is very very regal here but that hug with Ink is genuine. Ink is a good friend but Dream keeps him at arm's length if only to not#risk rumors getting out about his plans by accident. Dream is 100% putting up his front for Cross here#I probably could've kept going but it would've been more summary because after this point Cross sticks around camp for about a month#and gets to meet all these people and hear what horrible things led them to the rebellion#and then he goes off full of conviction and ready to get word of the next planned atrocity... only to find that Nightmare's next plans...#are to fix the things he screwed up?? and documentation of the killed people being legit criminals?? huh??#yeah Cross is just an impressionable lil guy#(<- funny note. Cross and Dream are the same age too. which is funny because Dream thinks Cross is too young to carry *his* guilt.#Dream go look in a mirror you're the same age as that guy!!!!)#okay I'm done lmao#just really wanted to set out a decent impression of the situation and Dream's main headquarters/base of operations
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Ijevin said ACAB?
#hermitcraft#the pop up purge#ijevin#hermitblr#rain rambles#i am 100% down for jevin leading the rebellion this season#the hermit permit office
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Gay people Like if You agree 💯
#I feel like in canon they would absolutely 100% despise each other#cuz or their difference in apparent moral values as well as methods of rebellion#HOWEVER. I am an artist and I hold the Power of 1 Million Gods within my hands. so fuck it all to hell I say#my art#sketches#ultrakill#king sisyphus#king minos
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I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a very good day for annoying people (a.k.a: me) I just have a good feeling!
And if Rick manages to butcher this new book, I’ll just rewrite it myself and give myself the story that I know would be amazing 😌
#I’ll 100% do it#I’ll have Percy starting up a new rebellion so fast#don’t even test me 😌#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#wrath of the triple goddess#wottg
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How many references of Les Mis am I allowed to put on my history presentation on France revolutions that go from 1830 to 1848
#I'm going to fucking cite hugo on the begging of my presentation#like iconic fucking line at the beginning of les mis? that's mandatory#mentioning enjolras from 1-100 times? it's too#(lmao I'd get robespierre-d if i did so but wouldn't it be fun)#me putting a fucking minuscule meme on the corner of a page#my teacher watching me get on a table while i put 'la canción del pueblo'#and start a rebellion against the power of institutions on education and how they do not give a fuck about us#like#go on sofia 👍#(me having the time of my life reading primary resources for the first time of my life for a project)#(me being angry at the fucking comission for stablishing anotehr fucking monarchy)
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Links to the 100 books please? 👀
here's the google drive link, enjoy! ♡
#the 100#the 100 novels#the 100 homecoming#the 100 day 21#the 100 rebellion#the 100 books#kass morgan#ais.txt#answered
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Well, I now know what original story I'll be writing for Freedom February ...
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Can't wait for people who use l33tspeak or are greek mythology nerds to immediately realize what is happening with the lore and are excited to see how it plays out.
#Freedom February#very VERY long rambly tags to follow#“robot slave rebellions are boring and cliche” -- maybe if you're not interested in writing interesting thought-provoking stories of#solidarity and intersectionality and caring about people who are different from yourself and actually talking#about the actual reality of what a future with enslaved sentient disposable people would look like for the robots AND the oppressed people#who are all going to be laboring under the hell that is capitalism turned up to 100? That we're already seeing glimpses of now#with AI replacing creatives at every turn and forcing people out of jobs to starve on the streets? Of “algorithims” victimizing and#traumatizing people who are being paid cents on the hour by american companies to moderate the most horrific content known to man???#If robots and AIs became sentient beings who exactly do you think is going to be the ones standing side by side with them???#it called all the other oppressed people who are treated like theyre not even human because they're of a different social class or#have a different skin color or speak a different language or werent born in a certain country#“robot slave rebellion” writtren in 2024-onwards is all going to be about solidarity and intersectionality#between the enslaved robots and the oppressed people who are kept downtrodden by the billionaires and upperclasses#This long ramble + my original idea are inspired by both#my delight at the transformers *fandom* actually doing something with Megatron being “evil” because he led a slave revolt against slavers#and also my ire at a peticular book series which had so much potential and shot itself in the foot#by repeatedly demonizing enslaved people and repeating the racist rhetoric#that enslaved people- if freed- will immediately violently enact slavery on their previous owners -- aka reverse racism in a nutshell!!!!#thats now how it works and if youre insiting it is in 2024 sorry but youre part of the problem'
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“homura ruined everything in rebellion !!!!” as if madoka’s wish was fucking perfect and instantly fixed/solved everything 💀
#spoiler alert: it did not !!!!!#not saying homura is 100% right or wtv but acting like she is completely in the wrong and madoka is completely in the right#is just rly ignorant and black and white thinking#madoka magica#mahou shoujo madoka magica#puella magi madoka magica#homura akemi#pmmm homura#akemi homura#madoka magica homura akemi#puella magi madoka magica homura akemi#mahou shoujo madoka magica homura akemi#madoka kaname#kaname madoka#madoka magica madoka kaname#pmmm madoka#puella magi madoka magica madoka kaname#mahou shoujo madoka magica madoka kaname#madoka magica rebellion#puella magi madoka magica rebellion#mahou shoujo madoka magica rebellion#the rebellion story#media literacy#media literacy is dead#media literacy is dying#devil homura#akuma homura#madokami#god madoka#ultimate madoka
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Anyway, Lang Qianqiu! I don't know if I'm imagining Xie Lian's fond-teacher-y vibes in the book because this time I know what relationship Lang Qianqiu and Xie Lian once had or if they're actually stronger in the book than in the cartoon. I suppose in the book we do get (more of) Xie Lian's thoughts! He never says "Ah, Lang Qianqiu, I knew him before" but whenever he shows up it feels like there's a mix of "he's grown up so well, such an accomplished and noble god, truly a student to be proud of" and "after so long and you're still like this, huh?" both seeping out of the page 💖
#Me Talking#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#TGCF liveblogging#Xie Lian Children squad! His children who he cared about! A new addition has been found!#Never mind the Problems (100 year Coffin Time) (mostly-framed for a massacre) that's His Kid!#Though on the topic of LQQ scenes I was too mad about this at the time to give it its own post#but that overheard official going 'Yong'an was more prosperous than Xianle of course LQQ is a better ascended crown prince'? What the fuck!#Yong'an was built out of Xianle! It's the result of the rebellion that destroyed Xianle!#The descendant of Xianle if you want to call it that way!#Truly I was taken aback by how rude that shit was
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A collage for 1955 Lorraine. All images came from 50s-era Cosmopolitan magazine scans from this collection.
#back to the future#bttf#lorraine baines#I loooove skimming through old media#it is fascinating#it just gets me when I find out what we have in common with people years and years and years ago#students complained about math in year books from 100 years ago#parents struggled with teenage rebellion 70 years ago#and I love how bttf portrays that too#we all share the same experiences no matter the time or place#and ugh I love it#mine
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I didn't expect studying MBA level economics would suddenly make me madly interested in politics. It's like the only thing I've ever read/considered that has given politics the contextual layer and reality to make it real and interesting to me.
#macroeconomics is the interplay between policy and tested/documented free market response#but the people voting-in politicians based on platform (policy approach) have no economic background#and the politicians themselves only very rarely have economic backgrounds#plus you then have to balance this issue that whatever happens with policy OR market has delayed reactions and within that time lag#people's quality of life is impacted#it all suddenly starts to click into place as a 4d model in my head#usually this only happens with me with legal contracts (they are 100% 4d models in my head the way clause interplays work and only trigger#under certain circumstances)#anyway i have been fascinated with this unit in a way i did not expect to be#avoided all kinds of social sciences in school (i was all hard science calculus and literature only)#(makes the architecture route my odd form of rebellion i suppose)#assignment submitted. now I have a break for a few days then into exam mode.
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