#then it would apply to all subjects seperately

[penguicorns-are-cool]

Also because it's pretty shitty that schools are ranking kids like this at all. The school shouldn't be ranking children it's very unhelpful and gives everyone a really toxic mindset about it all.

You're either told that you're the main character and above everyone else or you're told you're not good enough and either way you're gonna grow up and be told that it was all a lie and didn't really mean anything. Except by then it's a bit late for it cause it was a formative part of your childhood and shaped your whole mindset

Either way you're having an unhealthy amount of pressure put on you to either try to get into the gifted spot or to prove you deserve that gifted spot. Either way you don't get the resources you need because your school is more focused on trying to measure your potential for intelligence than on effectively teaching you and supporting you

It's an extremely fucked up system and we should talk about it and how it absolutely shouldn't exist

ohhhhh I get it now. the "gifted kid" discourse exists because people see it fundamentally as a sign of Privilege and not as a largely meaningless category that puffs up weird children before setting them up for the same unremarkable lives as everyone else; thus they interpret people going "the educational system gave me false expectations before ultimately abandoning me to the same heartless world as everyone else" as "why am I, The Main Character, not getting everything I ever wanted."

[isobellenoire]

Solas is Neurodiverse.

This is of course my opinion, don't invalidate me, if you find comfort in this character then I'm glad, join the party!

• Info dumping (You boost his approval by asking him about magic & the fade... and oh my world does he have a lot to say about it!)

• Strong sense of justice... freeing the slaves, wanting to right wrongs. He feels so strongly about injustice, especially when he can sympathise (mages & elves) a strong sense of social justice is often linked with ND people because we are marginalised, mistreated and ridiculed. I can often get angry, irate and depressed when there's injustice in the world and for a lot of my ND friends it's the same.

• Likes to be alone (he still has friends who are spirits, but he doesn't actively seek out companionship with people) prefers his own company. (Hermit tarot... come on! I'm crying in INTP/INTJ here)

• Always reading, writing, he even paints a whole ass mural on the walls as skyhold in a short burst of time, hyperfocus/hyperfixation.

• Comes across as blunt. I've been told I'm blunt so many times it's infuriating when I don't mean to be, I'm just firm in what I know to be true and will say it without dancing around the matter.

• Speaks 'strangely' in a poetic rhythm. While not an exclusive trait, given everything else it holds merit.

• He does have a great deal of empathy if you romance him/get to know him, but on a surface level he seems distant because he doesn't open up personally! It takes a LOT to crack that egg. I'm 4 years into a committed relationship and I still get told I don't open up enough when I'm struggling with emotions because I keep them internalised... probably a trauma response but in Solas' case... yeah, definitely a trauma response.

• Comes across argumentative when talking about stuff to which the group (Dorian especially during party banter) will ask if he's upset with them, and he says he isn't. ND people are always stuffed in the 'uncanny valley' and seen as outsiders, or stand-offish... we're just not very good with social nuances in terms of delivery, but are deeply self aware of that and prefer to observe, and I argue Solas is incredibly self aware. (Knows when he is being 'selfish' or 'foolish')

• Incredibly knowledgeable on a lot because he's intensively researched it, has to know everything about that subject and becomes deeply immersed in it.

• He never lied about anytning, he just didn't throw it out there... Autistic people can lie you know... however not once did he lie, he just kept his secrets hidden, that's very different to lying. Lying wild be 'Are you Fen'Harel'?... 'No' I've kept secrets from people for a long ass time to spare their feelings and my own self interest. (Not as bad as it sounds ahah! Just an example)

• History nerd... C'mon most of us have a favourite time period that isn't this one...

• I mentioned the paintings, he's also an artist, as well as a dreamer. A lot of us have infiltrated science or the arts... or both! Most of the world's leading scientists and artists are ND. He probably has an idetic memory.

I have more if people care to hear it, but in my opinion and based on my own personal experience being AuDHD, I'd say he is. I resonate with his character more deeply than the others because no ND person is alike and we all have our own personal struggles/wins.

A similar example in media to Solas would be (and hear me out ahah) Walter White (minus the drugs) but intelligence and the way he speaks to others, hides stuff from people (and assumes an alias to seperate himself) I definitely see WW as Autistic. So why not Solas?

Can we please stop infantalizing ASD, and applying the manic pixie lense to it, there's so much more to it that just 'quirky'. Cole is practically confirmed, people have debated Sera being ADHD, but also they are painted with a similar 'childish' brush.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk ahah.

[eyerealm]

What's your process with picking colors for an art piece? :0 your color choice is super unique

Thank you for the compliment and question

That definitely is a hard question, because a lot of things in my art is purely intuitive

I think i tend to try to make things look like theyre "glowing"

(I think i picked this up from splatoon)..

I generally pair duller or darker colors with very bright saturated ones for this sort of effect. I also enjoy things being very rainbowy, and i just pick whichever colors my brain wants me to (I think it works faster than i can comprehend). I know a  lot of things in my art dont make sense, but i want them to not make sense, at least in my more abstract art

But if i were to analyse it, ill try to explain..

Heres my most recent piece...

I was struggling with picking the colors a bit in the earlier stages of this drawing...

I thought of two options, both had some tone curve + effect on the layer with it that i then erased to leave the parts that would be lit up

The layers with her clothes details was higher than the tone curve layer so they stayed clear and bright. I was leaning to the second option but it felt too dull and green for my liking..

I merged most layers and just went with it, adding more sarurated colors

I usually do this, i dont want to keep too many layers seperate because it gets too complicated and it feels like i cant completely express myself. Merging it all/most of it makes it feel more free and i reccomend doing this at least sometimes..

Here you can see a little close up of her face with some explanation... I  i dont really know if this is helpful but still

Heres a little explanation for why i picked the colors for celestia like this

I also often want to show characters in an unusual way color wise. It makes drawing them more interesting. The colors a character is typically associated with doesnt define them, they can be any colors, duller or brighter, different hues etc. Thats what i often think of when i draw, and its fun to play around with. splatoon is a very good thing to draw for me because of this, since they constantly change their ink color..

I do play around with filters and tone curves and stuff a lot sometimes. Selecting specific things in a drawing and only applying filters to them, or to the whole picture, or using blending modes on brushes. It all helps me with getting to the final picture

But it almost always gets merged with the rest of the layers and the picture continues to develop with it all in one

I wish i knew how to properly put it all into words but i myself sometimes dont understand my process, i mostly do things because it just feels right, and everything is subjective, how do i explain what feels right to me, right.. i dont even know if any of this made sense. But well, art doesnt have to make sense

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

TODAY WE HAVE EVERYBODY’S FAVORITE LURKER..

Wait.. who is that?

(Squints trying to the magic tv script)

Vlad..

Vilad…

VYLAD BO’PEEP!

Wait..

RO’WEAVE

RO’LEAF

RO’LEAVE

RO’PEEVE

RO’TEE

Oh.

RO’MEAVE!

VYLAD RO’MEAVE!

i have a lot of unanswered asks, lol.

i'm starting with this one.

okay, so, Lr stuff for Vylad, long post, yada yada, look beneath the cut. also, this only applies to LR, not my MyS rewrite, in which Ro'Meave family dynamics are Very Different.

this isn't very eloquent bc im on new meds so sorry about that. just a bit tired, can't focus.

tw, sk stuff, vague references to violence.

Something i want to preface about the Ro'Meaves is that the Ro'Bros are not the only Ro'Meave children. They are the eldest three, and often only ever really the ones acknowledged by their parents, but they're not the only children. Once Garte became invested in the concept of taking over Ru'Aun, he insisted on having as many heirs as possible, and as he only saw Garroth as a viable heir, he did have others. These children were all, however, raised seperate by nurses and nannies, only Garroth, Zane and Vylad were raised by their mother. so they didn't impact the brothers much.

Vylad was Zianna's only lovechild, her eldest two born out of obligation moreso than genuine affection to her husband (Zianna and Garte's marriage was an arranged affair), and so he was, by default, her favourite. Zianna felt very guilty for this, of course, but Garroth and Zane were GARTE's sons, the sons of house Ro'Meave, of O'Khasis, and Vylad was simply hers. Whilst the eldest two got to learn politics and such from tutors their father paid, Zianna would teach Vylad art and music and dance. Sure, they were skills moreso associated with women, but if Vylad was her son, he would raise her as she saw fit. The pair were practically inseperable for most of Vylad's early life, and even as he got older, they were often found together.

This got much of Zane's envy, as he was meant to be their mother's favourite. He was named after her, he was the son who bore the most resemblance to her, and after everything with Vylad, no one was ever quite sure that Zane was Garte's son. Vylad had another parent somewhere, but Zane only had Zianna, and he needed to be her favourite. This didn't matter much when they were kids, since Zane was rather sickly, and so Zianna and Vylad were both often there to tend to him, but when he was older, and had the attention of physicians and nurses instead, he was slightly more bitter, and it drove a wedge between him and Vylad.

Vylad first found out he was a bastard as a result of this bitterness. Zane had started to vy for Garte's attention instead, and as such was subject to one of his father's drunken rambles about 'family embarassments'. to deflect from the sections of his rant about himself, Zane instead focused on the accusations that Vylad was a product of adultery, and Zianna was avoidant but honest when Vylad asked her. None of them had really pieced together that Vylad wasn't their full-brother as Garroth and Zane themselves looked so different from eachother, and tanned skin and curly hair wasn't uncommon among Ro'Meaves, but once they knew it was obvious it was true.

Vylad ended up being a bit of a bard, sneaking out to go and play in taverns, sneaking down to the fighting pits with katelyn to pick pocket and start brawls among the viewers. He was just sort of... a normal teenager.

I won't go too much into what home life was like for the Ro'Meave kids, or into the other heirs that Garte produced, because honestly idk if i'm awake enough to approach that subject as... delicately as it may require.

but, when it comes to how Vylad became an Sk, we have to turn to zane.

I won't go too much into what happened, since it is a weirdly Zane-centric event, despite it being Vylad's death. Also would require trigger warnings i, again, am too tired to delve into rn. But the important thing is that Vylad died the night of Garroth's wedding, not knowing that Garroth had run away, or that Garte had denounced Zane as an heir. He died thinking his family was fine, and the same as it always was, assuming that their lives were going to continue with Garroth becoming Lord, and Zane becoming a member of the Lord Council, as had always been the plan.

Vylad can't remember most of his early years as an SK, just that they were mostly spent in the abyss, and that they were bloodhungry. It's always a risk with turning someone more... magically-inclined. the more magic they have, the more sensitive they are to the change, the more beastly they become. He tries not to dwell on it. he spends most of his time hunting down SKs now, mostly those who gorge themselves, usually for money. It's not glamorous, but at least accepting pay for his kills keeps Gene off of his back about it, since Gene can appreciate the allure of luxury. He mostly just wants to keep moving onwards, focusing on tomorrow, and keep people safe. It's why he takes on The Wanderer as his Saint, as opposed to keeping the Matron, or even Judgement.

But things change when Vylad meets Avra. which is the prologue of LR, so

[frickerdoodledoo]

Soooo... guess who got really nostolgic while having a cold and binge-watched all of Sanders Sides again after almost a year?

For the last few days I have been sucked down a rabbit-hole of Fandercontent, and let me just say... while this fandom is so creative, there are just a few things I wish people utilized more in fics, you know?

(Disclaimer, I live on angst and the Dark Sides are my three favourite characters, so most of these are about both of those subjects. Also not a huge fan of non-mindscape au's, so these are all about canon-adjacent fanfiction. My only AU is Sympathetic Dark Sides where they all coexist. Yes, even Remus.)

First and foremost, and this is what inspired this post until I found more things after, why do I see so few fics that include Virgil's Dark Side Voice™? It happens whenever he get's too stressed in canon, and from how he reacts whenever it happens, it seems to be a bit of an insecurity for him. Why aren't angst authors jumping on that?

Guys. We... we all saw the end-card of Flirt or Flight, right? How come so few do anything regarding Virgil's colour-changing eyeshadow? It's adorable, it's gorgeous, talk about it, please!

When Janus takes off the gloves in order to show himself to be truthful about his name... why??? He did that for a reason. If it was just about the typical "Cross my heart" pose, there was nothing stopping him from leaving on the gloves unless their was a reason to take them off! Theorize, go nuts! (I personally believe that his scales fluctuate in their coverage of his skin, and his hands being completely human shows that he's being honest. He wears gloves to make his lies less obvious.)

And on the subject of Janus' lies, has anybody else realized that for the embodiment of Thomas' Deceitfulness... he's actually kind of a terrible liar? While disguised as other sides, he always drops some pretty obvious hints that he's not the real Patton or Logan. And whenever he does his whole "speaking in lies" thing, he has this tone about him that makes it clear to... almost everyone, (Cough cough except Roman apparently), that he's lying, or atleast just being sarcastic?

In the Five Year Anniversary special, Virgil, Remus, and Janus refer to themselves as the Cousin, Uncle, and Aunt respectively. And I know that there actually is a fair amount of content about the Dark Sides being a seperate but related family, but I just feel like not many people talk about the low-key confirmation of that as a reality, ya know?

More.👏 Protective.👏 Dark Sides.👏 They've known eachother for so long, no matter how close the whole family is, Virgil, Remus and Janus would naturally know eachother better than any of the others.

If we are to assume that Janus even just unstably co-exists with the Light Sides, (like pre-redemption Virgil), post-Redux, but Remus doesn't... Well, that's the third person that Remus actually has a connection to that just... left him. First Roman, then Virgil, now Janus. (I personally believe that the Orange side will just be an Unsympathetic Dick, so he doesn't count, but that's just me.)

I am a "Former Paranoia Virgil" Truther, as are many others in the fandom. However, something I wish I saw more of is others not catching themselves when calling Virgil paranoid. Even better, the Dark Sides not realising how much thinking of that part of his past affects him, thinking nothing of it and then feeling really guilty.

And that's all the canon-supported stuff, but just... one last thing. Consider the following:

The Orange Side is a relatively new "Relevant" or "Consious" Side, his existance only needed when suddenly there were only two Dark Sides and still three Light Sides

Janus is Patton's foil because he represents an "immoral" side to Thomas, and Remus is Roman's foil as a flip-side to one, single concept. Virgil used to be Logan's foil before his redemption, because senseless overthinking and paranoia defies logic.

This need for a foil doesn't apply to Virgil, because he is no longer a Dark Side, but he isn't really a Light Side either. A Grey Side, if you will.

Virgil encompasses both the good and bad aspects of Anxiety, and is even capable of representing more of an excitement or sense of anticipation, hence the purple eyeshadow seen in Fight or Flirt. He is his own foil in the same way that Roman and Remus are eachother's. They're the good and bad of creativity, Virgil is the good and bad of anxiety.

I am most likely not the first person to come up with this, but this is just my specific take.

Anyway, I am probably going to go write atleast half of these prompts myself, so if any of these concepts interest you... maybe stick around?

[mcytblrsexymen]

have you considered only seperating characters if they're word of God intended to be different? ie. empires characters would be seperate bc they're played with different memories and backstories, but all grians would be one guy bc he has never indicated they're different.

Unfortunately that would end up boiling down to being really subjective— like 3rd life scar is probably different from hermitcraft scar, but ethoslab is pretty much the same everywhere— so we’re trying to find a rule to apply across the board, rather than tinker with each one. It would just take too much discussion and we have 18,000 lines of spreadsheet to crunch. 

[moved-to-piersgender]

5. How did you figure out you are aro?

6. What is your favourite part about being aromantic?

9. What is your favourite aro-spec identity flag?

17. Do you have any aro related labels that don’t fit into the other groups (like loveless / lovequeer / amatopunk / etc)?

Someone got to 6 before you so I shall answer the other 3.

5. The specifics have been lost to the sands of time, it was a bunch of things that snowballed into me finally taking on the label when I was 20 or so. I live in a very conservative state so even as a kid there was this huge emphasis on getting married and starting a family even as a kiddo, and I just... didn't relate. I'd get the "oh, you'll find someone someday" spiel and just dismiss it with a "yeah ok sure" indifference. I figured out I didn't want kids pretty early on too. When everyone in junior high was pairing off and playing grab-ass I remember distinctly feeling like I was surrounded by aliens (and not the cool kind).

When I was around 14 or so I was subjected to an absolutely odious church activity where we made "wedding cans" where we were supposed to talk about our dream wedding, write a love letter to out future spouse, talk about how many kids we wanted and what we were going to name them, all sorts of drivel like that that we were supposed to open up and show our spouse later for some reason. And I just felt...dirty. And pissed. I played along (putting deliberately stupid answers to everything) but opened the can up a few days later, went outside, soaked everything in it in acetone, and burned all the paper to ash (very safe, I know 😅)

Similarly, when I was 18, those same ladies IMMEDIATELY started trying to set me up on dates with all the single randos around the ward, which similarly pissed me off. What was I, a fucking broodmare? I ripped the lady who was the ringleader of it a new one, which I did feel a little bad about because she really thought she was being helpful, but still, it put a stop to it REAL fast.

So I put the pieces together that most of humanity- even many otherwise intelligent people- have some kind of internal impetus to paie off and breed that I just...don't. AND a lot of what's conventionally considered romantic- pairing off, partners "belonging" to each other and having no lives of thier own, the way you're expected to throw all other connections in your life out the nearest airlock once you find The One- and anything that reminded me of that expectation made me feel downright sick. (I deadass thought my siblings would stop loving me whenever they dated someone. It sucked)

So when I found out that aromanticism was A Thing it didn't take me long at all to realize that that's me. I ID'd as "just" arospec for a while to pacify the last of the "you'll find The One someday" arguments but eventually I dropped even that pretense.

9. Can't go wrong with the classic, I think. I'm a sucker for anything with that green, black, white and grey color scheme because of it. I've always liked the triangle demiromantics get even though that's not a label that applies to me.

17. Amatopunk is based as fuck and something the entirety of humanity needs a crash course on. I've also been drawn to the "evil aro" concept a bit recently because while I'm not loveless I very much do fit some of the negative stereotypes and am not sorry at all about it (I'm highly romance repulsed and not at all interested in coddling the feelings of allos that put romance on a pedestal.) Also while not aro labels, evilpunk and voidpunk both heavily overlap with my experiences as a neurodivergent aro person (evilpunk with how society demonizes living for yourself and not living a life of constantly putting other's needs before your own, voidpunk due to humanity's obsession with romance being another thing that seperate me from them.)

[goodoljenkins]

ASA Organization | Overview (SCP-inspired fiction)

Anomalies Studies Association (ASA) is a fictitious organization that studies, experiments and observes Anomalies or Supernatural Objects that exist are present in the country of [Redacted], inspired by the SCP Foundation.

The Organization observes strange activity in supernatural objects which they refer to as "Anomalies" Or "Subjects" and store them in special storage rooms for experimentation. These types of items can range to supernatural objects with no conscience or self-awareness to otherwise powerful and intelligent entities with variable traits or capabilities.

Occasionally, the Organization would go to haunted places for research purposes, and if the place is still considered active or easily accessible by local residents, then the place will permanently be closed and every entrance to the place will be strictly guarded by the ASA personnels and any activities will be watched by security cameras installed in said Area.

Containment Classes:

Class 1: Simple

Class 2: Complicated

Class 3: Hazardous

Class 4: Not Contained

Class 5: Vessel

Anomaly Labels:

Secure: Items that are safe and won't cause any harm at any circumstances, but still have (positive) supernatural influences surrounding it

Green Zone: A definitive term referring to non-sentient Items that cannot be determined as having either positive or negative supernatural influences / traits (neutral)

Red Zone: Items that can cause mild to moderate harm but are not sentient and therefore can usually be contained easily with proper procedures. The chance of them escaping are always at zero percent. For instance, an hazardous button that could cause serious side effects on anyone who pressed it can be contained easily as long as no one made physical contact with its surface

Danger Zone: Dangerous items that are sentient and capable of trying to escape from where it was kept. However, these type of Items are usually always incompetent and/or not intelligent enough on trying to escape, and therefore can be contained easily with proper procedures. The chance of them escaping are low

Dark Zone: Extremely dangerous Items that are constantly trying to escape its containment, and are rather aggressive and possess tendencies to violence or destruction of anyone or anything it came in contact with. Advanced storage management are required for these type of items. The chances of them escaping are high. Also applies to non-sentient objects, such as one which range of negative influence could extent to higher, abnormal degrees, and are equally harmful as the sentient ones.

Calamitous: The nature and behavior of this type of items are extremely dangerous, and if not treated properly, can cause major world catastrophes, or worse, it could result in eradication of nearly all living organism on Earth. The chances of them escaping / breaching containment are extremely high and a small mishap in handling them can cause the aforementioned scenarios

Hellish: Cannot be handled at all

Enigmatic: This specific Label are only given to Items that are truly mysterious in nature. For example, if an Item's nature is mysterious and no one knows what it does or what it's capable of, it's temporarily labeled as Enigmatic and further research regarding the Item's nature may or may not change it to any other Labels

Eliminated:This specific Label are only given to Items that are no longer exists and/or destroyed completely

Experimentation Feasibility:

1. Not Feasible

2. Tolerable

3. Feasible

Storage Sites:

#234 | Primary: Stored in the main building

#235 | Distinct: Stored in seperate locations, but still in the same region as the main building

#236 | Multi-region: Stored in separate regions or islands

#237 | Digital: Self-explanatory

#278 | The Unknown: Stored beyond the Earth itself

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Alt titles: Supernatural Objects Studies (SOS Association), Paranormal Phenomenas Studies (PPS Association), The Akai Sora Project.

[turbulenttautology]

Mmmmm. Not disputing that its bad on indigenous peoples. Just have a few qualifiers.

That wasn't the finale they wanted, they had the wedding scheduled, and the producers were just "Fine you can do this, but we are through, by the way, you have three episodes, not seven." That was supposing an entire season more and half the season left. Hollywood and Cartoon Network had been set in their ways stubbornly for decades. Steven Universe, and Rebecca Sugar particularly, broke that illusion that there would be a huge lashback and drop in ratings. They always feared losing the evangelical viewers, but didn't bank on just how few liberals had stuck around and how quick they could be called back.

Wouldn't say being critical of it is a red flag... for the right reasons, without other signs there. You know as well as I it was important enough for assassination posts from fkn fashy gamer bros to still be coming out the damned woodworks to this day, so I hope you can learn not to take our defensiveness so personally. I'm sure there's foaming mouths out there over your critique too, but not as much as you seem to expect. It's counterproductive to fight amongst ourselves is all. Yes it did good. Yes it could have been way better. Theres a quiet majority at play here. People are tired of TALKING politics. They want action.

So few indigenous peoples remain in this country, have the vote, have power or even majority land ownership on their own already pittances of territory allowances, that people like Rebecca Sugar can conveniently forget about us to push their own narrative. People like me. I barely knew my grandmother. I'm basically white. She was seperated from her family at schooling age. So much was lost. I barely feel permitted to my heritage. Not trying to make this about myself. Explaining where my argument originates.

But back to the topic at hand... Garnet and Pearl both have been known to actively wash out hard topics out of the narratives they give to Steven, a fifteen year old child, and the people of the town, who "wouldn't understand." Just because it wasn't addressed doesn't mean it's sanctified. Excuses I know. More like plausible deniability than actual points scored.

There has been a whole lot of things like that to apply The Letter From A Birmingham Jail to lately. The wait, wait, wait! The white moderates cry, and they almost always mean never is a better time than now, kind of thing. I hear you. But you do have to keep in mind just how much of a fight it was to put as much representation in the show as there was. Like don't stop the good fight, but don't erase and belittle it either. Garnet being allowed to kiss at their wedding was a helluva step way too long in the waiting for what it constitutes. Its just a damn kiss. Grand scheme of things its SAD it was so big a moment. Still gonna remember it with fondness.

That episode being one of the ones Cartoon Network demanded, to be able to play in any order and still have little lost. Filler was the compromise, and that columbus day episode was... truly unfortunate, honestly.

Between that episode, the Human Zoo occupants being primarily of indigenous colors confirming they did exist (also that THEY were in the Zoo), and several other small things including most of Mayor Dewy's scenes in general, really leave a "Just don't think about it" vibe on the tongue.

You can like a thing without approving of every moment of it. Steven Universe was a bloatedly boring show for the most part. You weren't introduced to the "main mystery" and the actual question, until things were in much fuller swing and closer to its Big Reveal than its first hints that there WAS a mystery.

Was the kiss worth the show imploding? YES. ABSOLUTELY. Was it great for every subject all the time? NOT REALLY EVER.

Until we do start marching in the streets for representation, justice and tolerance again, this incrimentalism reflex of these stagnant institutions is what we're going to be up against.

So I've been thinking about Steven Universe again and I've been wondering

Where are the indigenous peoples???

Like

Really

The show is clearly set in the modern USA, so where are the native people? It's never mentioned.

So one of three things would have happened,

Either A: The crystal gems allowed colonization to happen

B: The crystal gems helped the colonizers

Or C: Indigenous people have been erased in the context of the show and you're just not supposed to think about it

All joking aside, it's definitely that last one. You're not supposed to think about that, this is made clear when native people still aren't referenced in the colonialism episode

There's even references to colonialism in other places such as this photo

"But it's not that deep" YES IT IS

Just because colonialism doesn't go beyond "haha funny hat and boats" to you doesn't mean that's actually what it is in reality

Erasing an entire marginalized group in your show just because you don't want to think about them is blatant racism

And I think the creators just sweeping by and expecting everybody to not consider the implications of American history in SU is just the most blatant white liberal shit imaginable

And honestly? Coming from a show where the main climax is just talking it out with genocidal colonizers? I can't say I'm exactly shocked.

So hey, if you think being critical of Steven Universe is a quote unquote '''red flag''' because it '''did so much for LGBTQ+ rep!!!''' Shut your colonizer ass up for once.

[spamsandsuch]

this might be hard to explain for me but i want to write it all down because ive always had this idea since last year (maybe since november) but never had the time to properly convey it nor did i think it would even fit into my fanon (which when i do apply this idea my fanon will most DEFINATELY be considered an au by the time the whole game comes out) so here goes:

I’ve always had this idea of two gasters being in deltarune. The one from undertale—who was shattered across time and space—and the second belonging to the deltarune universe. I imagine the first one, who I just call “Gaster,” found himself stuck in between the coding for both undertale and deltarune—a space that it calls “the void”—after falling into his creation. There, he learned that both realities are part of seperate games, which can be easily manipulated by an outside anomaly (aka us). Since gaster is now part of the void, it cannot affect any physical matter in either realities, nor can most people even see him. However, being a scientist, Gaster decides to simply observe both realities and eventually discovers it CAN affect some objects—to an extent. For example, some people can hear him talking to them, if Gaster focuses hard enough. Or, Gaster can also appear in peoples dreams if focused enough. One day, Gaster decides to observe the deltarune world a little more, and eventually discovers that there is also a gaster—ANOTHER him.

The second gaster, who I call “W.D.,” is the gaster from the deltarune universe. One day, W.D discovers that their reality is a game after Gaster tells him in a dream, then reconfirming it after Gaster tries to talk to him in the wake world (though W.D can hear gaster, they dont realize who it is). Gaster tells W.D. because he is curious as to what their reaction will be, but soon begins to regret it when W.D’s true colors start to shine. You see, unlike W.D., Gaster is not just a scientist but a compassionate one. Though flawed, Gaster is a humble man with good intentions, and has been incredibly self reflective throughout its time in the void. As someone who was once a scientist, while he may be a bit goofy gaster is a researcher who makes sure that all practices of an experiment are comfortable and beneficial to the subject(s) and the purpose itself, and not just for himself.

W.D., on the other hand, is an amateur scientist at best. When discovering the dark worlds, he was quick to assume that they’re some sort of anomaly or glitch rather than exploring all possibilities—like how Gaster would have done it. As a result, W.D. does not realize that their subjects (that is, spamton and jevil in the beginning) are real people (or, as real as they can be in their world—which is a game), much to Gaster’s dismay. Gaster tries to get W.D. to stop, but he ignores it. All that Gaster can do now is unfortunately observe, and discovers that this second gaster is not only full of theirself but also aloof and lacks self awareness, for W.D. believes that his actions hold no consequences towards the dark worlds. It’s almost like W.D. sees the dark worlds as some sort of game.

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

A theory on the lost/dead Primarchs

At first, let me throw out a thesis: since the Emperor created the Primarchs with the help of the Warp, and since their very presence seems to screw up either human minds and/or natural laws -

Examples:

Corax being entirely undetectable if he does not want to be seen

Magnus being Magnus in general

The idea of (often) undisturbed Primarch 1vs1 fights in the middle of a warscene that has at least a five digit number of active participants being commonplace

Alpharius/Omegon connection

- it would be same to assume that they are all half-demons. "Demon" however is a very unprecise word. They are half "warp entity" more or less unallinged to the gods. Those who vibed a bit too much with their uncles and aunt (?), well, we know what became of them. There is just one issue with demons: they don't "die". They can only be banished. Sure, depending on how hard you kick the fucker into its spectral groin, it might take decades or even centuries until it manages to manifest again - but it WILL come back eventually. Chaos Legions probably recover faster thanks to their "family" helping out, but the same can probably apply to all the others as well.

Right now we got five dead primarchs, out of which we have story confirmation of three: Ferrus Manus, Sanguinius, and Horus. I do not count Alpharius in his battle with Dorn, because either it was not him for obvious reasons, or there exists the possibility that the original bodies of the Alpha Legion Primarchs have long perished, and they now exist as memetic forces haunting/posessing their own Legion, potentially engaged in a spy-civil-war.

The thing is however, all of those three could, IN THEORY, come back. Assuming you build a suiting vessel (modified primarch body) to gather all the soul fragments of them in the warp, and assuming they actually WANT to come back the moment they recover even the least bit of sanity (definetly not a given), in theory even Horus could come back, even if he is the most unlikely candidate to do so. That there presence is still definetlly active in the Warp is pretty much confirmed by the Blood Angels: Sanguinius' "death" still echoes through the Immaterium and slowly grinds those suspectible to it (his legion) down until the Black Rage consumes them.

The other two are the "mysterious" two lost Primarchs, who were supposedly "purged" by the Emperor himself. There is just a problem tho: assuming the thesis above is correct, then not even BigE will be able to permanently destroy his creations. While he can definetly destroy their current physical form and maybe even shatter their souls like with Horus - there is nothing preventing the possibility of someone or something allowing those framents to gather again. In fact, both Lost Primarchs might have taken steps to enable a self-revive as some sort of contingency. They were literally created for war, so it is definetly not unusual to have backup plans. Not everyone can just fight like Angron or Russ with essentially elevator music behind their eyes.

There is not much we know about those, just that:

They were done in for seperate crimes while it is suspected they supported each other

They were part of legions 2 and 11

They had good ties to their brothers. Lorgar was a good friend, and one legion's marines were shoved to the Ultramarines according to rumors after the purge

There was no Chaos involved - that only came with Horus

There is a mysterious "Subject XI" in the Custodes vaults as by their Codex.

So what could be the two seperate crimes that would cause the Emperor himself to take action AND forbid all speech and knowledge about it?

Generally for the Emperor, the following things are very bad:

Chaos - obviously, but we established that it was not a thing

AI - Abominable Intelligence. Generally all intelligence not reliant on biology. Very likely candidate.

Xenos - aliens. But people know aliens are a thing, and there is definetly the one or other rogue trader who hooked up with an Eldar or T'au (a very spicy story), so no information has been surpressed that way.

Abbandoning humanity. His sons and legions were transhuman, but they were sworn in service to humanity as a whole. They were explicitly forbidden to see themselves as a "new species" of some sorts

This leaves AI and biological transhumanism as possible options. Given that we do not have a single "science"-focussed Primarch with the exeption of maybe Magnus and Ferrus Manus (more of an engineer really) there just is none. Is that not weird? Every fascet of war and empire is covered, even weird space magic, but no science?

AI has the following detail going for it: the Word Bearers are using robots in battle. They give them names, ranks, and all - much to the dismay of the Mechanicum who found a billion bugs in their machines code from this for some reason - while at the same time Lorgar was friends with one of The Lost. From this and the thesis above comes one question: "Does the Soul-Fragment colecting vessel have to be biological?". Is there a Primarch-AI slumbering in the Warp, ready to be "downloaded" by a sufficiently powerful and complex AI?

If this is true, then this will have curious story implications for the Mechanicum, Necrons, and T'au alike

The biological theory is a bit more complex: what does one need to turn Space Marines into a species of their own? Well, for one every species needs to be able to reproduce. And for that, at least if we take humanity as a basis, you need more than just a men's-only-club. My guess is that one of the lost Primarchs had a focus on extreme biological adaptability. It would also be a nice way to explain the more "weird" chapters going around like the Carcharodons, but back to the point: some animal species develop weird things in extreme situations: Some even change their sex to ensure the survival of the species. Some can regenerate from insane amounts of damage. Some are even straightup immortal like some jellyfish. Biology is weird, and now imagine the full force of a primarch's power and the science of the 30th millenium thrown at it. If you think Fulgrim laughs at the concept of sex and gender, that person probably just evolved 5 new ones just to mess with people.

My guess that this is "Subject XI" being entombed in the Custodian Vaults. The Emperor literally vaporized them, but a single cell survived, regenerated, and instantly recovered the soul from the Warp. They literally can't kill it, and if they overdo it, a single cell might get out and regenerate outside. So instead they lock up the "main body" in such a way it cannot do much.

If this is true, not only would that confirm Female Space Marines (in a way), but it would also have curious story implications for the Tyrranids.

Personally I hope I am correct with this theory, mostly because given the data at hand it makes the most sense while opening up the most venues for the writers: fans of a Legion want their Primarch to come back eventually, so that's always a good card to play assuming you play it right. It would be a big lore moment that's for certain. At the same time we can dive more into the things the Imperium actively abhorrs: AI and the logical endpoint of "transhumanism": that eventually there will be no humans left. Both Lost Primarchs would tie into various factions with their nature as described here, and we would finally have a "anti-Nid's-weapon" strong enough that we could actually let them have some wins before stomping them down again (because otherwise the setting ends after everything gets eaten).

Oh, and in one case it opens up the venue for 7 foot tall supersoldier ladies, which definetly can't be bad thing according to some people (you know who you are and yeah, honestly? I get it).

[fruit-sy]

Whoa! I found this enhanced version of Chell's Bring your daughter to work day (BYDTWD) diorama 👀

Source : Portal 2 - PotatOS Science Kit by ThinkGeek

If anyone wants proof of its existence, here's a review of it on YT lol

Image description and theory/analysis below the cut

[Image description : (left) Problem - My dad said somebody at the cafeteria ordered too many potatoes so everybody has to do a science project on potatoes now for Bring your daughter to work day and lunch will be french fries. Mr. Johnson said we could use as many potatoes as we liked for our projects but I'm only gonna use one. I asked my dad if I could do a different project because I already did a potato battery project in class last year and he said Mr. Johnson would get mad.

(Middle) Hypothesis - Probably the potato will do the same thing it did last year for my class project, except maybe not because I had a new potato last time and this one is pretty old. My dad says his hypothesis is whoever ordered all the potatoes will probably get fired.

Conclusion - last time my potato battery produced 1.5 volts. This time it got 1.6 so I guess it doesn't matter how old the potato is. The current for the potato battery did not produce enough volts to power anything important. If I used more potatoes maybe I could have gotten more volts, but the one dad brought home smelled and I didn't want more.

(Right) Materials - One potato, A voltmeter, A piece of copper wire, A piece of steel (something..), Special ingredient from dad's work

Procedures - I did the same thing I did last time]

Uhh, is it canon? *shrugs* but Chell's comments are funny lol

So, I've been trying to wrap my head around Portal lore recently, and my brain hurts hahahjsnd

Apparently there's some Half Life stuff interwoven in it, but I haven't gotten around to watching a playthrough of it and analyzing it

So bullet points on what I gathered so far (assuming the potato science kit diorama is canon) :

Chell is the daughter of an Aperture scientist/employee. May not be Cave's daughter since she refers to her dad and Cave as two different people

Chell is adopted if GLaDOS and Wheatley's insults are to be believed

Chell was a child during her BYDTWD event

Something happened at the annual BYDTWD Chell was participating in which caused it to be abandoned (from what I read, it is implied that it may or may not be the first incident of GLaDOS "flooding the place with neurotoxin")

^^^^ I wanna expand on the second point. Maybe after they deactivated GLaDOS, they sealed that area off and made it off limits since it's so close to the neurotoxin generators, hence it might explain the abandoned dioramas. Chell is maybe taken out of the facility, and who knows what happened to her.

(Speculation) If Chell's dad was a part of the scientists who worked on GLaDOS, then she might be seperated from him as he worked to control GLaDOS. He might've died while being away from Chell, and she might be motivated to apply for testing in the future because of him (?)

Long after Chell's BYDTWD event, Rattman and his coworkers worked on GLaDOS and installing cores on her. After they installed the morality core, they assumed she was under their control, and didn't suspect when she asked for more neurotoxin for "science".

After that, GLaDOS killed most of the scientists who didn't want to participate in the forced testing initiative (except Rattman who escaped).

Rattman has some sort of relationship with Chell?

He knew she had high tenacity from her files, but other than that he seems to really care about her.

In the Rattman comic, it shows an adult Chell who applied to be a test subject, but she was rejected for her abnormally high tenacity. This assumes that there was a large gap of time between Chell being a kid in her BYDTWD, and pre-portal 1 adult Chell where we see Rattman drag her name up the testing list to being #1.

This also assumes that they've been working on GLaDOS for a long time (which I myself find a bit iffy. Again, not confident in the dates in which these events might have occured in)

Pre-portal 1 (comic) : GLaDOS takes control of the entire facility. Rattman moves Chell up the list to being #1, dodging GLaDOS while doing this.

During Portal 1 (comic) : Rattman witnesses Chell killing GLaDOS and escaping to the surface, but not before a party escort robot drags her down again.

After portal 1, pre-portal 2 (comic) : Chell is back dragged into long term relaxation. Rattman puts her in a long sleep in an attempt to save her before climbing in a pod himself. (To clarify, he got shot in the leg by turrets while trying to save Chell. Dunno if he's still alive, but some speculated he is)

Portal 2 happens, with Wheatley waking up Chell.

If there are some holes, stuff that doesn't make sense or stuff feel free to comment! adhlsjdk

[larrythefloridaman]

Also i know she said she wasnt sure why she hugged crimson and got all touchy feely with him, but i think i do. Even beyond just the above thing.

Dani is someone who is prone to needing to verbalize her thoughts and feelings and actively consider them to successfully sort and identify them, otherwise she tends to act sort of... instinctively, even when it comes to her words. Her filter is shit and she needs to put things back through the filter On Purpose to catch the Implications Of What Shes Saying and Doing, sometimes. she is, despite her arrogant coolgirl facade, a blindly sincere, almost naive person who will put her foot in her mouth spitting out her first thought without consideration for how it sounds and commit to it even if what she said sucks as a matter of pride if she's not being Very Intentional and Conscious about herself. Which would be exhausting to do constantly! so sometimes, she just doesnt, and sometimes, this leads to her saying and doing cruel things she doesnt mean when these lapses in her judgement and the constraints of this persona unfortunately align. And the godkiller reputation inflated her ego and by extension this persona to the point its hurting her and people she loves and shes often tempted to wield power and cruelty like a cudgel under sufficient stress to impair her better judgement.

Crimson, and the gods, sit in a mental category of 'monster' to her- dangerous, powerful, an Acceptable Target and a Threat she is Uniquely Qualified to Disarm, that Mortals are occasionally able to convince to work in their favor, Chartreuse in particular i think being processed like. more of an exception to the rule than proof that these categories, this mortals vs. Gods (monsters) type us vs. them mentality about these things dont work, especially when she, yknow. stops being a god.

And Dani... the thing about the hug is that in that interaction, in crimson's unintentional confession and the subsequent conversation with Prism, i think Dani is made to realize 3 things-

Crimson can't be written off as just a monster, but also cannot be fully seperated from his monstrousness- he was raised by a 'monster' (in both the not human and ethical senses of the word,) who insists she isnt one, and hes like this for very specific, very 'human' reasons and he still has enough heart left to know that he's done wrong and that other people do not deserve what hes gone through, enough to warn her, someone who's threatened him more than once, and so little self-respect left he can't extend himself the same basic compassion, every scrap of 'humanity' shes seen from him in the time shes known him were the sincere part, the monster is the lie, but also, he unavoidably did try to take over the tournament, kill someone, tried to kill other someones, possessed multiple people, and is older than the goddamn sun and his nature is infinitely more complex than the average mortal mind can fully wrap their head around. And yet hes also still just some aggravatingly normal vain little prick with a black hole for a stomach and a trash mammal mentality picking fights with randoms you could meet by chance stealing extra ketchup packets from a restaurant

She has failed to be the kind of person who feels safe to talk to about things with this kind of weight. Crimson's confession is largely matter-of-fact, blunt and without melodrama or self-pity, and Crimson's first assumption remains that she's going to call him a crybaby for admitting he was abused in a private setting where he has nothing to gain. And considering her genuinely unhinged flippant comment about how she hopes cobalt doesnt have kids because distributing their match might qualify as emotional child abuse in The Very Same NCCT, I Get Why He Thinks That! Its a subject matter she throws around like it doesnt mean anything! She has an impossibly high standard for herself she clearly hasnt made clear enough she applies to noone else and she lashes out at others when her real problem is internal! Even knowing shes kinder than that, everything about how she presents herself to other people screams that her reaction to something like this would be 'tough shit. just handle it.' Her compassion surprises crimson, catches him off-guard, he freezes up in shock for a moment before relaxing into it. could something have been done sooner? Had crimson had people he felt truly safe with before things were done that could not be taken back, would anything have been able to change? These are questions that dont need answers, the past is the past- but theyre worth asking. We learn to make our futures better through examining our pasts and presents.

With just a bit more bad luck... different circumstances... she couldve been a lot like him. Many times over. She asks why some deaths are treated with more weight than others, and Prism lets her know she was all too ready to kill him, and tries to make it all okay with the fact that none of them are real and the suggestion that some lives simply dont hold the same weight. The Grunk, crimson's victim, has killed without regret or mercy and expects celebration for the act. She couldve killed monday mark by accident if cobalt were not there to warn her how close she was. The Grunk's death was an accident, crimson talks about it flippantly now but in the squad strike he speaks of the incident as 'messy' when caught off-guard with the topic, tone a bit nauseous as he says he 'doesnt want to do that again.' During orange he is distinctly, noticeably more openly self-loathing than usual (intermittently alongside comical performed ego, he 'shamelessly' expresses that hes trash you shouldn't associate yourself with,) as he siccs an ineffective assassin on his partner in crime looking at birds a thousand miles away just trying to not get trapped in him again because cobalt couldnt just drop it when Prism let him out. Dani is swept up in Prism's manipulations terribly easily, and the cruelty that came out of her mouth after just a taste of what prism can do compared against an impossibly long lifetime of the same- its a wonder, a testament to his resilience and will, that crimson has any compassion or standards left in him at all. Crimson is a bitter pragmatist who laughs at the absurd cruelty of it all to make it through, not a heartless senseless killer and manipulator who derives joy from random meaningless suffering. He values life. He's technically saved more people that we've seen than he's killed! He's calm and realistic and organized in a crisis situation where survival is on the line. hes good with children and animals and they love him. He has redeeming qualities. And Dani is beloved too- her training partners respect and admire her, her friends love and support her (even if larry can be an obnoxious little bastard at times. lol,) and no amount of prism appealing to her fears of failure and desire to win and her difficulty treating certain things with real weight can win out against the fact she thinks people should be free to live their lives, because SHE values life more than she fears loss.

Crimson and Dani arent even two sides of the same coin- theyre the same side of two different coins tied together in the trunk of prism's adorable rainbow barbie car, they both regard themselves as too Special for their own good, Dani uniquely above others even if it hurts and doesnt make sense and Crimson uniquely below others even When it hurts and doesnt make sense, and crimson's the only one who knew what was going on there for a while and was too busy ruining his teeth trying to chew through the ropes to ask for help? This metaphor's gotten away from me

And she hugged Crimson because, when these things all click into place, her instinct is to extend sympathy. They call it pity. They both call it pity. But its compassion for the other side of the mirror. Its understanding.

And all this being what it is, I think these realizations have guided a subtle growth in Dani. Shes learning that she needs to be more Intentional. To tell people what she thinks and that she thinks it, and not just assume people know how she feels about things and why just because she thinks it and feels it. She needs to make herself a Safe Person. In ncct2, she manages to win, just barely stopping Danthony from getting a reverse threestock, telling him never to try that again, offers him tissues for the tears when she takes the win. All very mean, very unsportsmanlike, very... spiteful. Even if shes just acting on anger at herself, its kind of hard to watch.

But then... after some time for the emotional contents of the last dream to settle into the dreamers minds, danthony gets past her. she has her tantrum in ncct3 when danthony surpasses her in the tournament, and then, once she's cooled down... and, if i recall correctly, after Danthony's tried to confront Prism on her behalf... well. She considers. She reflects. She wonders if Danthony really understands how proud of him she is. She decides she has to tell him how proud of him she is, despite how much losing got to her, still gets to her. Will keep getting to her. She needs to make her feelings known. She cant just hope he can sense it, she cant just assume people understand how she feels about things without her communicating them anymore, the illusion that that was ever enough has been broken. So she gives him a hug and tells him exactly that. And THATS when Danthony cries <3

Smthn about dani i think is fun is how she simultaneously kinda unconsciously puts people into black and white competing categories/'teams' (winners and losers, people and monsters, etcetera) while also seemingly being most drawn to people who confuse and baffle them. Her old friendship with larry, her new friendship with bing (who she fondly describes as having a mind she Does Not Understand,) prism at first, Chartreuse, definitely Crimson shes slightly obsessed with that little freak i dont even mean this in a crimtoinette way at the moment i mean this in a 'she jumps at pretty much every chance she gets to fight him again and seemed really bored at the raid (aka not a crimson problem) before things broke bad for her but was Very Eager to jump in when she heard about Crimson getting up to some shit again before it blew up in his face and The Arm Thing was pretty directly prism punishing her for focusing on and caring too much about him potentially causing problems rather than enjoying their little popcorn date in the stands seperate from it all before quad stepped in to check on them and then she jumped to rescuing him from the closet peppermint had him cornered in' way. She likes weird people. She is very sure shes winning the being normal and fine contest but she very much likes weird people. Its why she likes cpu kerfuffle and also feels the need to be away from it 90% of the time.

[wulfums]

hi hi! this can be applied to any of your ships really, so go for whatever you’re feeling rn!

how did your f/o(s) react when they first met you? and when did they realize they loved you? 👀

PLEASE I AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT SCUDWORTH

My self inserts are like. Half self insert half actual OC.

So- Wulfington (My Clone High oc) and Scudworth met in college, when Scudworth first started his work with the government. Wulfington was Actually a government experiment(Originally human, mixed with animal DNA as a kid, grew up on the government compound.) and was just given a reception job to keep him out of trouble (The experiemnt was VERY expensive and none of the others besides Sheepman had lived this long...they weren't gonna risk it)

So Wulfington did see Scudworth daily and found him very charming and funny and...well Handsome. They didn't talk much. Well, Wulfington didn't talk much. Scuds even back then could not shut up. And I think it was pretty obvious to everyone that Mr B and Scuds had a thing going on so Wulfington just kinda accepted that and thought 'well, ill move on eventually.'

When Scuds started the clone project before moving to Exclimation, he knew he needed an assistant. By "assistant" he meant "Someone I can blame any and all mistakes on" and found Wulfington kind of a pushover- so...he was chosen.

They were in seperate houses for a long time- and Wulfington always, constantly got stuck with all the paperwork that Scuds didn't want to do. Which was all of it.

I think over time Scudworth ended up catching feelings for Wulfington without even realizing it, since he isn't the best at recognizing what he's feeling. He found himself making Excuses to be around him more- even promoting him vice-vice principal of the school (He originally said Vice Principal but Mr B was NOT having that. So he was like FIIINE vice-VICE principal then.) to be around him more.

Mr B has been shown in the show to have jealousy issues (Which. Yeah. I get that.) so for a long time he just. Did NOT like Wulfington. Which Wulfington could not pick up on at all. But he really Was forced to spend time with him and TBH found himself enjoying having someone normal to talk to that wasn't a teenager.

Wulfington's house burned down- long story but he was the subject to extremely dangerous pranks by the clones when they were in middle school - so Scuds immediatly was like :eyes: YOU CAN MOVE IN WITH ME and Wulfington is like. Why is your mattress on the floor. Why does your house smell so bad. Guess I live here now until my house gets rebuilt

So Scuds, enjoying having Wulfington there, kept sabotaging the house rebuilding until the builders hired gave up and just left it like that.

So Mr B and Wulfington discussed this first- Wulfington asked about Mr B and Scuds relationship and after Mr B explained they were in a relationship...but could also tell Wulfington was into him as well. For some reason. He was honestly surprised Scudworth had not accidentally killed Wulfington yet to be honest. But Mr B explained that Scuds and him have always had an open relationship- and that usually just referred to like. [redacted]. But Mr B was like "Hmm he does talk about you a LOT in a romantic way." and Wulfington is like OH. And Mr B says he honestly would be OK if Scuds also dated Wulfington.

Wulfington and Scuds ended up confessing while dehydrated and sharing a small bed in an RV at Burning Man. They were on the roof at the time and watching the stars and honestly a bit out of it. So I think one of them just went "We're dating right?" and the other went "Sure." so that's how that went.

[shortgremlinman]

Ok Tumblr since I can't sleep in going to tell you the funniest school story I have.

Context: we had a class for one year and one year only called "creative thinking" in which they tried to tell you how to think creatively, of course that's absurd you can't just teach someone to be creative. We were taught a variety of useless things and most didn't apply to me anyway because my brain works different. And most of it was group work and wasn't graded on the final grade you got anyway. So I had this teacher who DID NOT LIKE ME AT ALL. I would get yelled at for the smallest things constantly. Now I had 2 friends in this class, I'll call them L and E, L is very tall and lanky and E is a bit tall and his very energetic. All three of us have been told by our parents they don't give a shit about this subject and to not bother about the work. We sat in the corner where a bench was.

Story:

There used to be a less strict phone policy at this school and a remenant of that were these "mobile phone boxes". They were small plastic tubs in which students used to put their phones during a lesson. The policy had long changed. However these remained. We had been messing around in this class for a while after some unfair treatment by the teacher pissed us off. We started to worship this mobile phone box and would steal and throw eachkthers things into it whilst saying "into the mobile phone box". We had been doing this for a day or two before the teacher got angry and yelled "you boys (I am not out yet so that's why I'm refered to as a boy here) have to stop that or I'll have to seperate you" or something along those lines. We "agree" but the second she turns her back L PICKS UP E AND PUTS HIM INTO THE MOBILE PHONE BOX, the box flings out from underneath E and the teacher just looks at us and yells "SEE ME AFTER CLASS". We are all fucking losing it as we have hit the everything is absolutely hilarious part of out shenanigans. Cut forward to the end of class we are a trying not to laugh as this teacher goes "if you three boys can't work together I'm going to have to seperate you" and I just ask, trying not to laugh so hard I had to prop myself on something so I didn't fall over, "*slightly shaky from supressing laughter voice* if I get moved can I get out in the mobile phone box". This is the final straw for everyone here, L and E burst out laughing and the teacher SCREAMS "GET OUT!!?!" and I leave the classes in histerics and crying from laughter. I have been told by L and E that she was furious. This is one the funniest things I've done in recent memory.

This was the revenge I got after being bullied by this teacher. It felt amazing

[talesofarcadia78]

Sorceress of Arcadia || Gnome Your Enemy

Summary: Y/n Lake is Jim Lake's older sister. She discovers  that she is sorceress and her brother is the Trollhunter. She and the Trollhunters go on adventures together, they save trolls and humans. Along the way, a friend becomes more than just a friend and discovers their secrets.

Warning: None 

Word count: 5,784

Tags: @lunariasilver

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“For centuries, the troll and human worlds stood seperate and at peace, divided by bridges that acted as doorways between our two realms. But the Gumm-Gumms wanted to devour all of mankind. They were led by Gunmar ‘the Black’. The rest of trollkind fought against him, culminating in the great Battle of Killahead Bridge, the portal to Gunmar’s Darklands. After many moons, good triumphed over evil, and our great Trollhunter, Deya ‘the Deliverer’, lock Gunmar away, exiling him to the Darklands, and sealed the Killahead Bridge with the sacred amulet. After, we tore it apart, stone by stone. We left the old world in search for peace. We stowed away on a ship called the Mayflower, just a handful of us and some gnomes we’d brought along for companionship and nourishment. Finally, we arrived in a strange and exotic realm,” Blinky explained. 

“New Jersey,”Aaarrrgghh commented.

“We kept walking. Eventually, we came across a new Heartstone, and we realised we had found a new home… under Arcadia,” Blinky finished as you heard Jim snoring.

Blinky groaned and walked over to Jim. He slammed the book in front of his face.

Jim startled up, "¡Lo siento, Señor Draal! ¡No me mates!"

You had done Spanish in middle school, so you knew what he had just said.

"I'm sorry Mr. Draal! Please don't kill me!"

You giggled at his outburst. Jim glared at you quickly before he turned his attention to Blinky.

"The training of troll history might seem like a minor duty, Master Jim, but--" Bliny started to explain but was cut off by Jim.

"Sorry, I pulled an all-nighter studying for my Spanish Comprehension exam and my brain is muy gooey. I don't know. I guess I thought if I'm facing Draal in a week, my training would be a little more… active" Jim yawned, standing up.

"Yeah, like, when is he going to learn Troll-kwondo? Or Rock-itsu?" Toby inquired.

"Well, Jim has to learn why he fights, so it's kinda important to learn this," you explained.

"Miss y/n is correct. Before one fights, Toby D., one must understand why one fights. For these precious early steps will decide whether a young Trollhunter will become a Deya ‘the Deliverer’…" Blinky explained.

"Or Unkar ‘the Unfortunate’," Aaarrrgghh added.

"Well, tomorrow, my Spanish exam is with Señor Uhl ‘the Unforgiving’. My main concern is for my immediate future," Jim informed Blinky.

"A-ha! But, to learn what will happen in the future, one must only look to the past," Blinky explained.

"Ugh!"

"I recommend A Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore by the venerable Bedehilde. Volume one of 47," Blinky recommended.

"Wow, that's a big book," you commented as Blinky gave Jim the book.

Due to the book being so big, Jim struggled to hold it. He eventually got a good hold of the book. Jim placed his Spanish textbook on top of the other book.

"Okay, but if I don't pass the exam, I'm grounded and I can't be the Trollhunter. Sorry, Blinky, but the amulet chose me, and now I have two lives to keep up," Jim explained.

Then, Bagdwella came running in stopping in front of you, panting.

"Are you okay Bagdwella?" you asked, putting your hand on her shoulder.

She shook your hand off, not wanting your comfort.

"Oh, no. Is it the Heartstone?" Blinky panicked.

"No! No!" Bagdwella denied.

"Stalkling?" Aaarrrgghh asked.

"Is Gunmar out?" you also asked.

Jim gave you a look that said 'Who's Gunmar?". You just rolled your eyes in response. He really should've been paying attention to Blinky's lecture.

"Is Bular in Trollmarket?" Jim guessed.

"No! Gnome! Rogue gnome!" Bagdwella yelled, her voice echoing throughout the Forge.

The six of you walked to Bagdwella's shop to investigate what the matter was.

"Get your toasters here!" a random troll exclaimed.

"First, I couldn't find my monocle, then my collection of bed coils. Now something disappears every minute!" Bagdwella explained.

Suddenly, a gnome whizzes past, stealing an item and making Bagdwella fall over.

"Ah, yes. Gnome," Blinky said, lending his hand to Bagdwella, but she slaps his hand away and gets up herself.

"Oh, dirty little pests. Up to last week, the glue traps were working fine," Bagdwella said, showing you all a skeleton of a gnome.

Just before you could say something, the gnome snatches the skeleton, making everyone gasp.

"Fix it, Trollhunter!" she begged.

"Uh yeah, I'm really sorry about that. See you need a gnome-catcher, and I'm well, the Trollhunter, so--" Jim explained, but got cut off by Blinky.

"Oh no, Master Jim. The Trollhunter cannot refuse the call. And what better a call for you to train with than a pint-sized quarry?" he explained, coming up behind Jim.

"Blinky's right, Jim. This'll be a start to your Trollhunting. Plus, I think the task will be easy for you," you agreed.

You heard rapid footsteps around you, then a guitar play. You all try to look for where the sound was coming from. When you did, the gnome revealed itself. The gnome started to play his guitar once again and started to sing.

"He's trying to distract us! Hold tight to your valuables," Blinky warned.

"Well, I don't need to hold onto anything, I got nothing valuable," you chuckled.

"Yeah, right," Jim scoffed.

"Seriously, I don't have anything valuable. Unless if you consider my a hundred year old phone 'valuable'," you retorted.

"Okay, maybe you don't have anything valuable," Jim agreed.

Then the two of you see Toby going up to the gnome.

"Why? He can't be that bad," Toby chucked, clapping.

Before you knew it, the gnome had taken Toby's belt.

"Oh, no! My belt!" Toby cried. Then he sighed, "At least he didn't take my Nougat Nummy."

"Uh, Tobes, I don't think you should--" you warned Toby, as he took out his favourite chocolate out of his pocket, only to be taken by the gnome.

Toby gasped, "We need to catch that gnome."

All of you tried to catch the gnome, but he was way to fast for you. One time, Jim had caught him, but somehow, it escaped from his grasp. Jim then realised that his amulet got thieved.

"Oh no!" Blinky cried.

Jim and you chased after the gnome until it went behind a wardrobe. Aaarrrgghh pushes the wardrobe aside to reveal a small hole, which the gnome was probably hiding in.

"Hole," Aaarrrgghh stated.

"Yes, it appears the plot quite literally deepens," Blinky said, looking into the hole.

Jim slides his hands through the hole opening, hoping that his amulet would come back to him.

"Come back, come back. Shouldn't the amulet be coming back to me right now?" Jim questioned.

"Dolefully, that rule only applies if you've rejected it. When thieved, it's another story. If you had read A Brief Recapitulation you would have known that," Blinky explained.

"Technically, Jim didn't even have time to read the book, since you know, we're right now doing some Trollhunting business," you pointed out.

Jim gave you a quick smile, before Bagdwella spoke up.

"Some Trollhunter you are. Jim ‘the Baby Handed’.”

You glared at Bagdwella, as she snatched a bag of food from Toby.

I'd like to see how good you are at being the Trollhunter.

You turned your gaze over to Jim and Blinky.

"Master Jim, press on. This is not the moniker you want," Blinky said.

"What else can I do? I can't fit in that hole," Jim shrugged.

"Hmm, currently," Blinky thought.

"Bad idea," Aaarrrgghh warned.

"What's a bad idea?" you asked, but no one answered the question.

"No Trollhunter has ever lost his amulet. We'll need time to procure the Furgolator," Blinky argued.

"Uh, the Furgolator?" Jim doubted.

"Uh, don't you worry about anything, Master Jim. tend to your studies. We'll watch over the hole. Tomorrow, you'll return refreshed to deal with this, uh... little problem," Blinky said, and the three of us headed to the surface.

Toby and Jim headed to Arcadia Oaks High, while you headed the opposite direction to Arcadia Oaks Academy.

Once you had gotten your books, Izzy and Rachael both ran up to you.

"Y/n! Guess what just happened!" Rachael exclaimed.

"Uhh, you won the state lottery?" you replied.

"Nope, way better," Rachael denied.

"What can be better then winning the state lottery?" you asked, getting a bit curious.

"I got into the state math comp!" Racheal squealed.

"Wow! That's great, Rachael. So, when are you going?" you asked.

"Tomorrow, that's why I was texting you the other day, I wanted to hang out with my two besties before I headed off to the competition," Rachael replied.

"Oh, sorry about that, I was... busy," you said.

"Well, are you free after school?" Izzy asked.

You thought about it, you didn't need to go to Trollmarket or have any other plans.

"Yeah, I'm free," you nodded.

"Great! We'll meet at Sam's at 4, then we'll go from there," Rachael said.

You nodded. Suddenly the bell rang, making you jump a little.

"See you guys at lunch," you called, as you ran to your first class.

As you took a seat, you noticed that everyone was focused on the board. You glanced at the board to see everyone's name with a bunch of classes next to them. You searched for your name and saw your classes. You had chemistry, biology, calculus, literature, geography and history as your subjects for the next semester. Then, you noticed a certain name that you had not been expecting to have the same classes as you, well except biology. Tyler. You heard someone sit down beside you.

"Hey, y/n," it spoke.

You turned to see none other than, Tyler.

"Hi, Tyler," you smiled.

"I guess we have almost the same classes. What a coincidence, right?" Tyler chuckled.

"Ha, yeah," you commented.

"Hey, wanna sit next to each other in classes, you know since you'll be the only person I know," Tyler requested.

You hesitated. You didn't know Tyler that well, and seeing his anger the other day in the cafeteria, you weren't so sure.

Then you were saved by the bell.

"I'll see you in class Tyler, and I'll think about it," you said, rushing out of class.

You headed towards the lower office, since you needed your new timetable. As you were walking to the lower office you bumped into a certain emo-boy.

"Sorry," the two of you apologised.

You looked up at the person, to see Douxie.

"Oh, hey, Douxie!" you smiled.

"Hey, y/n! Going to get your new timetable?" Douxie asked.

"Yep," you responded.

The two of you got your new timetable. The two of you looked at each other's timetable, wondering if you had any classes with each other.

"Hey, we have mostly the same class, except instead of geography, I have economics," Douxie pointed out.

"Cool!" you said.

"Wanna head to class together?" he asked

You nodded and the two of you headed to class.

When you entered the classroom, you noticed two seats at the back of classroom weren't occupied so you nudged Douxie. Once you had gotten his attention, you pointed to the seat and headed there.

Once the two of you had taken a seat, you saw Tyler walking in. You groaned.

"You okay, love?" Douxie asked.

"Tyler wants me to it next to him in every class. It's a coincidence that he has all the same classes as me," you explained.

"Ahh. Understood. You can sit with me in every class then, well, except for geography of course. You'll have to deal with him then, but other than that, you can always sit with me," Douxie offered.

"Thank you," you grinned.

Soon after, Tyler started looking around the room. When his eyes fell on you, you were in a deep conversation with Douxie.

"Wait, so your actual name is Hisirdoux?" you asked.

"Yeah, I have no idea why, but it's my name!" Douxie nodded.

"It sounds very 12th century," you commented.

"I know right!" Douxie exclaimed.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Tyler fuming at Douxie.

Huh? Why does he look mad at Douxie?

You thought he was going to come up to Douxie and start arguing with him, but instead he took a seat at the front of the class, right in front of the teacher's desk.

After a few minutes, your class started.

You had a hard time figuring out what the teacher was saying, since she had a very quite voice, luckily, she was only a substitute. The actual teacher was just away on leave because he was sick.  

After an hour, the bell rang to indicate next class, which was calculus, great. You sucked at calculus and science. You and Douxie headed together to calculus, avoiding Tyler.

The next two lessons kinda sucked, they all just introduced your new teacher's and what you're going to be learning for the next semester. Luckily for history, you had an assignment not an exam.

Soon, the bell rang for lunch.

While, you and Douxie were walking to the cafeteria, you were suddenly surrounded by all of Douxie's friends. Well, band mates.

"Hey, Douxie! How'd all your new classes go so far?" Henry asked.

"They went good. I found a friend that's doing the same classes as me," Douxie replied, gesturing towards you.

"Hey," you shyly waved.

"Wait, you're the girl that Douxie brought back stage at our last concert, right? Y/n, was it?" Jason recognised.

"Yep, that's me," you confirmed.

"Well, we're going over to the band room to practice, wanna come?" Jason asked both of you.

"Sure, why not. I'll just grab some food," Douxie replied. "Y/n, I'll grab you some food as well, you head over to the band room with the other's."

"Oh, no. I don't want to disturb you guys with your practice, I'll find my other friends," you denied.

"You're not going to disturb us, in fact, you can give us some feedback!" Jack said.

"But, I promised my friends that I'll sit with them today," you mentioned.

"What about, you and Douxie find your friends, and bring them to the band room? We really need someone else's point of view of our music," Jason suggested.

You thought about it for a moment.

Izzy wanted to meet the Ash Dispersal Pattern for a while now, and Rachael, well, she can make some new friends, since she doesn't really hang out with anyone else other than you and Izzy.

"Okay," you agreed.

"Great!" Jason exclaimed, walking away with the rest of the band.

You and Douxie saw your two best friends in the line to get food.

"Yo y/n! Where were you?" Izzy asked as she saw you going up to them.

"Just talking with Douxie's band. Want to go meet them? They're in the band room. They said that you guys can come," you offered.

"Oh, you had me at 'Douxie's band'," Izzy grinned.

"Just let us grab some food first, "Douxie said, walking into line, pulling you along.

After grabbing some food, you all walked over to the band room, getting welcomed by a lot of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Douxie asked, grabbing a seat for you and your friends before grabbing one for himself.

"Nothing, it's an inside joke. You won't understand," Henry said.

"Okay..." Douxie nodded, getting a bit suspicious, sitting down. "Anyways, meet Rachael and Izzy."

Rachael shyly waved, while on the other hand, Izzy waved very energetically. You instantly saw Jason blush when Rachael waved at him while she also blushed.

Who knew, Rachael had charm. She's usually not the type to get involved with the boys and crushes that much.

"Looks like we have a fan," Jack pointed out, looking at Izzy energetically waving at them.

"I'm your biggest fan! I go to every single one of your concerts!" Izzy beamed. "Well, I couldn't make it to your concert last week. But other than that, I've been to every single one!"

You, Rachael and the entire band laughed at her enthusiasm.

After getting introduced to one another and getting autograph from every single ban member, they started to practice.

"Wow, Jason is good," Rachael commented.

"Of course you'd say that. You have a crush on him," you teased.

"I do not!" she retorted.

"Sure," you and Izzy smirked.

After about 10 minutes, you heard the door open. You glanced towards the door to see Tyler.

"Hey guys!" Tyler waved.

"Hey, Tyler! Wanna practice?" Jack said.

"Jack, I don't see any of our guitarists away right now. There's no point," Douxie claimed.

"Well, Douxie, I see you're getting a bit tired of playing. Tyler can fill you in while you rest," Jack said.

"I'm not tired," Douxie stated.

"Uh, Doux, not to be rude, but you're kinda missing some chords and not keeping up with the beat," Henry commented.

"What?! I'm not missing any chords! You guys are just going faster than you're meant to!" Douxie exclaimed.

"And you're getting a bit short tempered," Henry added under his breath, but you all heard it.

"I am not getting short tempered!" Douxie fumed.

"Yeah, dude, take a pill and chill. Y/n, can you take Douxie for some fresh air?"Jason requested, snatching the guitar off of Douxie and handing it to Tyler.

"Sure," you nodded, lightly pushing Douxie out the room.

As you closed the door, Douxie started walking down the hallway. You ran up to him and made him slow down.

"Douxie, are you okay?" you asked.

"I'm fine. Those guys over there are just going faster," Douxie grumbled.

"They're not, Doux. You just need to take a break," you advised.

"I don't need to take a break, they need to take a break," Douxie scoffed.

"Doux, this is not you. This is not the person I have met and befriended with," you said.

"Well, this is me! Get used to it!" Douxie yelled, stopping in his tracks.

Your eyes widened at the tone of his voice, making you step back away from him.

Douxie's eyes widened at what he just said to you.

"I-I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean that at all. I've just been so stressed out lately. I just exploded," he apologised.

You smiled at him, putting your hand on his shoulder, "It's okay. Everyone has those days. You know you can talk to me about it you know?"

"Thank you, y/n. It means a lot," Douxie smiled.

"We should probably head back," you reminded.

"Yeah," he agreed.

The two of you headed back into the band room, getting greeted to everyone just chilling.

"Hey, y/n, Douxie," everyone said.

You noticed that Tyler had left.

"Is Douxie...?" Jack questioned.

You nodded and took a seat next to Izzy.

"What happened to band practice?" Douxie asked.

"Stopped a few minutes ago. We were discussing on hanging out this afternoon," Izzy informed. "Y/n's already coming, what about you Hisirdoux?"

"I'm free. And how do you know my actual name?" he inquired.

"Your mates here told us," Izzy explained.

"We're meeting at Sam's at 4," Henry told Douxie.

Soon after, the bell rang for class.

After three hours, you headed to your bike and peddled home.

You finished up some chores and waved goodbye to your brother and headed off to Sam's.

Once you met with the others, you all headed over to Lucia to watch Danger House 2: More House, More Danger. You were going to sit with Izzy and Rachael but there were seat numbers, so you didn't have much of a choice. You ended up sitting at the end of the row next to Douxie. The two of you shared popcorn while watching the movie. At times, you didn't want to see a scene, so you hid your face in Douxie's shoulder. While you weren't looking, the others snuck some photos of you two, especially when you hid you face in his shoulder.

After the movie, all of you headed across town to The Bluff to watch the sunset. Everyone hated the bike ride up the steep hill, but surprisingly, you didn't. It was kinda easy for you.

Must be the advantage of running from danger.

In the end, the ride up the hill was worth it, since you all got to see a beautiful sunset afterwards. As everyone was enjoying the sunset, taking pictures and goofing around, you saw Douxie leaning against a rock, staring at his phone. You strolled over to him and leaned against the rock with him.

"You know, you can't enjoy the sunset without, y'know, looking at it," you told him.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I know. I'm just looking at something," he mumbled, not taking his eyes of his phone.

You peeked over his shoulder to see what exactly he was looking at.

He was looking at his email, more specifically, emails about bills. The numbers weren't huge, but if you're Douxie that worked 2 jobs and hardly got tipped, that would be a lot.

"You worried about the bills?" you whispered, making sure no one heard.

He nodded. "I don't know how I'm going to pay all this. Thankfully, I requested the companies to give me more time to pay them. I got a few extra months, but I don't think that'll be enough."

You nodded, trying to think a way you could help your blue-tipped friend.

"Do you have any extra rooms in your apartment?" you asked.

"No, but I do have a lot of space in the bedroom. I’ve got two double beds that have been lying around," he explained.

"What if you get a roomie? Like they would give you rent every week, while you provide them shelter, food, etc.," you suggested.

"That's a great idea!" he beamed. "Thanks! I'll start to work on your plan tomorrow!"

"I'll come to help," you offered.

"Oh no. I don't want you putting time aside for me," he denied.

"I'm not, I have a lot of free time. And even if I did, it would be worth it. Helping a friend is always worth my time," you said.

"Okay. I'll text you my address and tell you what time you can come over. Probably on the weekend, but I'll just text you," he explained.

You nodded.

"Now, let's enjoy the view."

After the sun had set, you all rode over to Stuart's Taco Truck. Jason, Jack, and Rachael all went to get the burritos, while Douxie, Izzy and you chatted, waiting for your friends.

"So, y/n, have you been thinking about what you'll be doing after graduation?" Izzy asked.

"Uh, I don’t know. Maybe go to college, like every person does?" you guessed.

"Wow, I'm just gonna get a job and do that, it's just easier," Izzy said.

"Yeah. You never wanted to go to college," you agreed.

"What are you going to do, Douxie?" Izzy asked, turning her focus onto him.

"Well, I'll probably pursue my dreams of being a guitarist while having a job," Douxie replied.

"That's cool," Izzy commented.

Soon after, your burritos arrived and all of you dug in.

Once you had finished your burrito, you checked your watch to see it was starting to get late.

"Okay guys, I'm going to head back, it's getting late. I'll see you all tomorrow," you declared.

"Wait, y/n, I'll come with!" Douxie added.

You waited for Douxie to throw his rubbish in the trash and peddled your way home with him.

Before the two of you went your separate ways, Douxie thanked you for your suggestion.

"Thanks for your suggestion before, y/n."

"It's no problem."

"Well, I'll see you soon, love," he grinned, giving you a flirtatious wink along with a two-finger salute.

You blushed and returned the two-finger salute, riding your separate ways.

Once you got home, you saw Jim was finishing up washing the dishes.

"Hey, Jimbo!" you sang.

"Hey, y/n!" Jim called. "How was your hang out?"

"Good, but I'm beat. I'm heading to bed. ‘Night," you yawned and trudged to your room.

"‘Night," Jim called.

The next day after school, you, Jim and Toby headed down to Trollmarket. You were glad to take a break from everyone. Today was just not your day. Everyone from the hangout had uploaded to social media of the photos of you hiding your face in Douxie's shoulder and the both of you sharing popcorn. The post made you attract the crowd at lunch. People bombarded you with questions related to Douxie. Most of them consisted of 'Are you two together?', 'Are you a couple?' and 'How long has it been?' Luckily, Douxie came in time and saved you from the crowd, again.

You approached Blinky, Aaarrrgghh and something covered with a piece of cloth.

"Remember when I told you all Trollhunters must start small?" Blinky asks, revealing the Furgolator.

"Full disclosure, I'm a little worried how I let you talk me into this," Jim doubted.

"A 'little worried'? I'm full on concerned!" you gulped.

Blinky turns on the Furgolator, making the doors open up.

"Still bad idea," Aaarrrgghh warned.

Jim steps inside and the doors start to close, "Wait a minute. So, how does me going into this thing help me get a gnome out of a hole?"

"If a gnome won't come out, the Trollhunter must go in," Blinky informed.

"Wait, what?" Jim questioned.

"I think Blinky plans to make you small enough to fit inside that hole," you hypothesised.

"Yeah, right," Jim scoffed.

"Exactly! We often use the Furgolator to compress minerals. And now for the anthracite!" Blinky agreed.

"See?" you teased.

Jim rolled his eyes playfully, but you saw the fear in his eyes.

"But you've done this a few times on flesh and bone, right? Right?" Jim yelped.

Blinky placed the rock inside a compartment, "Not exactly." Then the machine started up, "But I'm not concerned."

"Well, that's because you are not the one trapped in this thing," Jim complained.

"Nothing to worry about, Master Jim. We work best under pressure," Blinky shouts.

"I can't see anything!" Jim coughs. "Why is there so much smoke?"

The machine started to make weird sounds. You and Toby ran to the Furgolator, trying to get it open.

"Come on, you guys gotta get him out of there!" Toby cried.

Blinky rushed over to help us, "Don't just stand there, Aaarrrgghh!"

Aaarrrgghh comes over and pulls the doors open.

"Looks like it didn't work. Hope you have a plan B," Jim began, but then realised he had shrunk.

"On the contrary," Blinky said.

"You sure we need a plan B? I think plan A worked fine," you chuckled.

"He's like an action figure!" Toby gushed.

"The Furgolator functioned perfectly!" Blinky laughed.

He picked up tiny Jim, holding him in his palm. Jim looks at his tiny figure. You quickly took out your phone and took a photo of your little brother. Jim groaned, not liking you taking photos of himself.

You all made your way to the hole that the gnome had escaped into. Blinky placed Jim just outside of the hole.

"Real subtle. ‘We've got to start small. Deal with the little problem.’ This is a huge problem! I can't be shrunk! I have exams to take! I have sinks to reach!" Jim raged.

"You have a gnome to catch. Now, onward, Master Jim, and fetch your destiny!' Blinky reminded.

Toby grabs a pencil and hands it Jim to use as a sword, "Your sword, my liege."

Jim pokes the pencil on Toby's palm, earning a yelp from him. He attempts to walk into the hole, but he falls down, earning a giggle from you. But he eventually got into the hole.

"Oh, and one last thing to know when dealing with a gnome, Master Jim, and this is of dire importance: Do not touch its hat!" Blinky forewarned.

"Of course. It's right there in A Brief Recapitulation," Jim taunted.

"You remember!"

"Of course not! Nothing in this world makes sense!" Jim yelled.

You backed away from the hole to see Vendel walk pass.

"Miss y/n, you should go and continue your training with Vendel. We will handle things here," Blinky advised.

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Completely."

You nodded and jogged over to Vendel.

"Hello, Master Vendel. Do you have time to teach me how to make objects move?" you inquired.

"Hello, Miss Lake. I am not known to any troll as 'Master', but it sounds good coming from you. And yes, I can instruct you how to make objects move," Vendel said.

The two of you walked over to the Heartstone and began your lesson.

Soon after, you could move objects easily, with just a quick gesture of your hand or finger.

"Thank you, Master Vendel!" you beamed.

"Your welcome. Next time you come, with some spare time, I will teach you something new," Vendel replied.

You nodded and jogged back over to the hole to see Toby backing away from the hole.

"Why hasn't he come out?" Toby asked, his voice full of worry.

"What happened?" you asked.

Aaarrrgghh explained to you what happened to your brother.

You all waited for Jim to come out safe and sound. You then saw the gnome walking out with Jim following behind him, wearing the gnome's hat.

'You summoned the armour and caught the gnome! Well played, Master Jim!" Blinky beamed.

You all clapped at his heroism.

"Thank you, thank you. I don't want to forget the little people," Jim smiled.

"Expedient and-" Blinky started.

"And good humoured," you finished.

"Oh my hero!" Bagdwella praised.

Toby captures the gnome into a bag and sets aside.

"And what about this shrinking stuff? When does it wear off?" Jim asked.

"Don't worry. Sleep it off. By morning, you'll be as good as new. And how you have earned it! Jim "the Gnome Slayer!" Blinky reassured.

"He was so young. There was so much music left in him," Toby commented, playing the little guitar.

You ignored him.

"All that is left is for you to take care of it," Blinky instructed.

"Wait, what? Take care of it?" Jim puzzled.

"Rule number two," Aaarrrgghh reminded.

"‘Always finish the fight’," Blinky quoted.

"And by finish... " you began.

"Deaden. End. Le coup de grâce," Blinky finished.

Aaarrrgghh moved his thumb across his throat, indicating to kill the poor gnome.

You and Jim shared worried glances. Neither of you were killers, but you had to follow the rules. But, it was up to Jim, since he was the Trollhunter.

You headed home, while Jim stayed at Toby's house.

As you opened the door, you saw your mom unpacking food.

"Hey, Mom. What are you doing?" you asked.

"Just unpacking the food I got. As you already know, I'm not a good cook, so I thought some takeaway would be good," she explained.

Soon, the two of you sat down and dug into your food.

"Y/n, where's Jim?" your mom asked.

"He's staying at Toby's place," you answered.

"Well, since he's not here, want to have some girl time?" she asked.

"I'd love to," you replied.

Once you two had finished dinner, the two of you sat down and binged watch watched Mistrial & Error together.

After a dozen or so episodes, the two of you started to play truth or dare.

"Okay, y/n… Truth or dare?" Mom asked.

"Truth," you answered.

"Hmm... so, that friend of yours, Douxie. Is he just a friend or...?" Mom questioned.

"Douxie?! He's... uh... um..." you stammered.

"And my question is answered," Mom cheered.

"What?! He's not. Uhh..." you cried.

From that, you and your Mom started to talk about your love life, more specifically, Douxie.

"I saw on one of your friends posts that you were hiding behind him during your little movie night," she said.

"It was a scary movie! Some scenes were just absolutely terrifying, so of course I’d hide behind him. That's normal," you defended.

"You could've just shut your eyes," she suggested.

"Um... well... uh..." you stuttered.

"I guess my suspicions are true," she smirked.

"Mom!" you cried.

"Okay, okay. We'll have this conversation another day. I'm tired, so I'm heading to bed, kiddo," she said, getting up from the couch.

"Me too. I need to go to school," you agreed, following suit.

Next morning, you woke up to the sound of clattering downstairs. You got up and got dressed into a t-shirt, pair of jeans and sneakers and rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was about. You found the source of the commotion, your mom.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"Nothing for you to worry about, kiddo," she said.

You shrugged and realised that there was nothing for you to eat for breakfast.

"Sorry, y/n. No breakfast. Maybe grab something in town," she suggested.

"Will do. I'll head out, love you!" you called and rushed out your door, hastily grabbing your bag on your way out.

You made your way to Toby's house, checking on Jim. You knocked on the Domzalski's door. It opened to reveal Toby.

"Hey, Tobes!" you grinned.

"Hey, y/n! Checking in on Jim?" he guessed.

You nodded and you followed him to his room. On the way, Toby's Nana forced you to eat a blueberry muffin.

As soon as you entered his room, you noticed Jim's absence. But then you realised he was in a doll house.

Toby opened the doll house to reveal a startled Jim.

"What's wrong, Tiny Jim? Did you not sleep well in Nana's dollhouse?" Toby asked.

"Why am I still small, guys?" Jim whined.

"Maybe the stuff works different on trolls than it does on humans?" you theorised.

"Oh, my gosh. The gnome! You did it? I told you I was supposed to-- Oh no! School!" Jim panicked.

"We have to call you in sick. Tell them you ate too much chocolate. That always works," Toby ordered, shoving his phone into Jim's little face.

"No, Señor Uhl can sniff out a lie a mile away," Jim refused. He thought for a second when his eyes lit up. "That's it! Toby, I need you to do me a huge favour. Well, maybe a small one. But huge."

You gave him confused look.

"Look, I have a plan, just trust me on this," Jim explained. "Plus, you should be heading to school right now."

"Fine, but I want you to be normal size by the end of the day. I can't take you home like this," you said, gesturing to his size.

"Okay. Now, go!" Jim said.

You rode off to school, hoping your brother would return to his normal size.