#there was a lot of stuff where i couldnt tell if it was supposed to be satire or if it was genuinely just that dense and pretentious

[tiredcowboyy]

sometimes im like ‘hmm is canon merthur a bit one sided? I mean its clear how much merlin cares for arthur but-‘ and then I remember arthurs KING/ROYALTY. This is his manservant. He’s also married/in love for a lot of the show. He also had a huge army some of which are close friends. And yet he canonly goes out of his way to spend the most time with merlin, tells all his secrets to merlin, completely unquestionably trusts merlin and aside from being the most oblivious blonde planet earth has ever seen, he still knows how to read merlins emotions and when hes acting different, something he cant do as easily with others. A guy who is supposed to just wash his clothes, clean his armour and bring him food. And yet arthur tries to always make sure merlins ok. Again sure captain blind to the obvious sometimes misses things, but when he sees it he actively tries to fix it.

I remember how merlin isnt supposed to do half the stuff he does in the show, but he does it because he wants to protect arthur and he cares for him sure, but arthur LETS HIM. Arthur wants merlin to go on all these journeys. The amount of places he goes and takes only merlin, no knights, no wife, nothing. Just merlin. He wants merlin around that much that the quests he cant tell him about he doesnt, but he still takes him because he wants merlin there.

Arthur while DYING asks where merlin has been when he wakes up and sees him, even though merlin had told him before camlan why he couldnt go (lie sure but we move). Arthur wanted merlin. Arthur doesnt mean ‘where have you been? What was you doing that meant you couldnt come?’ He means ‘im hurt and this is the first time in ten years that you wasnt there, Where have you been? Why wasnt you quicker because I knew you was coming but what took you so long?’ And that really just makes my bones melt.

[seeminglydark]

how much of his experiences with Caro does Johnny remember rn in SD? Is he getting them back at all?

Spoileryish stuff under the cut for his memories

TL;DR: Initially he remembered almost nothing about it. But now, he remembers that they were a cheerleader and they were friends and he had feelings for them. He remembers the supernatural things. He remembers Caros family was horrible and he wanted to help them, and that he couldnt. He doesnt remember finer details. kisses or hand holding or that they dated. he knows these things because hes been told but the memories arent his right now. but things are coming back.

Long story long RIGHT now at this moment in SD, it still vague for him but he is slowly getting things back. He remembers a cheerleader (he makes reference to a 'cute little cheerleader' in the Creaky chapter that Caro confirms was in fact them.) PTSD, Trauma and brain damage from both abuse and actually physically dying for a short period all contribute to Johnny having a lot of blank spots and fuzzy details in his memories of childhood/teenagehood. He remembers Caro was his neighbor after he puts together that Caro and Carrie are the same person (which takes a bit longer for him since they look and sound a little different these days and his memory of them is distorted, he has no pictures or anything to remind him. There is a scene in Mil-Liminal where Maddie shows him a yearbook photo and at least the part that he knows them QUITE WELL comes crashing back.) He does not remember they did have a chance to become 'official,' and actually dated, it happened so close to his major injuries/brush with death, but he does know it happened at this point, cuz Caro's told him. Things do come back to him, if he's reminded, for instance, Caro being trans now reminds him they told him about it once when they were kids, that it was something he knew about. Caro having their attack the night he hangs out with them reminds him they've ALWAYS experienced the supernatural. he falls into patterns with them that he did when he was younger, such as the way he sings to them or held them because of habit and familiarity even if he doesnt exactly remember. He's slowly putting the pieces back together as they are presented to him. i was asked while writing this reply if he has sense memory, and yes, caros scent, the feel of them, songs they liked together, if he ever gets into the Datsun again, all those things play into it. He does NOT remember the pendant Caro wears. Or that he gave it to them. Or that it was even his. When Caro speaks of him in the podcast, and he listens to it, he does not realize its him they are talking about. When they tell him it was about him, he actually still has a hard time believing that someone could speak about HIM in such a poetic and yearning way. Theres many things he remembers, and many things he knows because hes been told, but he does still have a hard time distinguishing which is which. I do want to note that there is inconsistencies in SD when it comes to these two, mostly because their relationship wasnt actually supposed to be canon, and Caro wasnt supposed to be in SD at all, its been a fun challenge to tie things back together with it, when i first started making the comic, I decided I'd leave room in my narratives for me to be creative and change up original concepts and even the way i draw if i wanted too as long as the Main Story was consistent, which helps keep things fun to create for me, especially for something ive been working on for 6 years! I'm actually touching on Johns memories in i think next months episode of SD, (it can be read early on Tapas's Early access with ink right now) so theres definitely more about it coming up <3

-RJ

[mossterunderthebed]

Jujutsu Kaisen Observation # 18358503893742653

okay so. hm. how to say without being immediately pelted to death by hammers?

i was a little... surprised? at the scene where gojo was sealed. and like the whole plan and exposition and everything leading up to it, cause like. stsg are made out to be such an unquestionable Thing that i had almost expected more from the source material- and there was Plenty to work with if you're going the shipping rout dont get me wrong- but... i just. maybe it just feels like a dissatisfying sort of portrayal almost?

because it feels in some ways like such an acknowledgement that people just. dont Get life-changing relationships outside of romance anymore.

i think they were soulmates. i think they were friends. i think they changed each other's lives and were unfathomably, unspeakably precious to each other. i think when they broke they shattered and cracked and the splinters of that ache are still lodged in the soft spaces between their bones. i think it still affects them, because that's the kind of thing you dont just get over.

i dont think it was sexual. i dont think they had a romantic relationship. like, i just... it was really strange, because while this big Proof of Romance thing was sort of playing out on screen the only thing i could think was that this was how i felt when i lost one of my friends because i just Didnt know how to be there for them when they needed support.

in the end we, who thought we would be friends for the rest of our lives, ended up never really seeing each other again because we just. didnt have what each other needed anymore. and i still hope they're happy, and want them to be well. and i still regret how things went down.

but i couldn't have done any different because what i did was all i knew HOW to do. i WAS offering support it just wasn't the kind of support they knew how to do anything with.

and i just think that for gojo, that's what suguru is, though likely amplified and worsened due to their respective family situations and upbringings. he's 'i wish' and 'what if' and 'im sorry' and 'i wanted to be there' and 'did i ever know you at all' and 'why did things happen that way, why didnt i know better- HOW could i have known better- i wish i couldve helped you, i wish i couldve saved you, i miss you, i love you, im sorry im sorry im sorry'

i dunno. everyone has different interpretations and viewpoints. i just think they're so 'friends so close theyre practically siblings' coded. they dont need to have been dating to have been the focus of each others lives and to know each other inside and out.

*sighs* whatever. maybe im just blabbing into a void. it just was surprising that after all that hype the vibe i got from them the most truly was just a pair of high school friends that got messed up somewhere along the way and couldnt stick together because their edges rammed right into each other's sore spots.

nobody's fault- tho u could def argue it was suguru's fault if ur looking at it from the mass murderer and genocidal maniac angle tho jjk does magnify things a lot to a gruesome degree bc thats kind of the whole Point, AND to tell the truth i dont focus on a lot bc i mainly think of suguru as the version he was in his high school years because to me thats the one thats most fun to play around with- its just what happened.

and that's not even touching on what all getou did and HOW the whole thing broke apart in the first place or the trauma from whence the cracks started to form and etc etc etc. sometimes stuff happens and people DO split apart and theres nothing you can do but mourn.

im sure for gojo the mourning was a heavy burden, yeah.

but also, if my best friend that i killed myself had suddenly appeared to come back from the dead, i too would blue screen for a whole fudgin minute i mean come on. be serious. like you wouldnt stand there with your mouth hanging open out of sheer stupefaction and disbelief and confusion. fr.

ppl arent supposed to do that.

[connormoving]

theres like fr something in the water abt cadaver w long hair. also im blaming this on the fact im listening to nine inch nails. but guys has anybody thought about cadaver and scientist...

lord this edibles crazy i thought i was getting over it and then i wanted to do more cas in the sims and i basically just made a copy of cadaver and then spun him in circles for like A while. it was way more fun than it shouldve been

[veryberryjelly]

pumpkin ring

pairing : jamie tartt x reader

🎃 - carving a pumpkin

👻 - " isn't this stuff for kids ? "

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

halloween was a big deal at nelson road.

but it was an even bigger deal at your house.

every year you hosted a halloween party and today was the day of that party.

you had invited almost the entire team over to your place, including the coaches and rebecca.

not everyone was free, roy and keeled were taking phoebe trick-or-treating, and beard was going to a haunted house with jane, but almost everyone else you invited was now hanging around your house.

a large chunk of the team were hanging around the fire pit in your backyard telling spooky stories over a flashlight, some were lounging around on your sofa just talking.

but there were also a lot of people gathered around your dining table, knives in hand,

guts all over the table,

as you carved into pumpkins.

it had been your idea to get some small pumpkins over to your place for the party for people to carve into, but it had been jamie who helped you lug them through the door and onto the table where they currently rested.

you had always loved carving pumpkins, it was a tradition when you were little and you had continued it on throughout your adult life.

it was nice to share the tradition with your new family.

and you had been sat on the edge of the table working quietly on your pumpkin as the other people around the table chatted and criticised eachother's designs.

"c'mon, mate, what is that supposed to be? " you heard jamie question at the other end of the table, watching as he peered over van damme's shoulder to see what he was carving.

" it's a maple leaf." he defended " i wanted to do something canadian, and i'm sure it's better than the football your carving over there "

" oi, it's not a football - " jamie refuted, picking up his pumpkin to turn it and show the entire table what he had carves. " it's a pair of tits "

you couldnt help the laugh that spilled out of your mouth, along with everyone else's.

" and you thought this stuff was for kids " you pointed out from your place at the table, continuing to keep your design close to your chest.

" i never said that " he argued

" yes you did, when you came to the shop with me to get this stuff. you said ' isn't this stuff for kids? ' when i was choosing the pumpkins. "

the silence that came from jamie only proved you right.

as the night progressed everyone moved around your house, the boys leaving their finished jack-o-lanterns out on your patio with a candle in each of them.

on the end was your design, nothing complicated, but something you had been planning to share with the team at some point and you and jamie had agreed this would be a fun way to do it.

on your pumpkin, you had carved a diamond ring with two words inside it.

' the tartts '

" holy moly- you're engaged ?! " was screeched through your backyard, so loud that you could tell it was dani even from where you and jamie were curled up in the hanging egg chair at the end of your garden.

it was moments before you were both pulled back to the main party and forced to explain how it had happened.

[unapologetiicapathy]

OKAY HELLO THERE FOLKS im here rn to tell you abt a heathers au i have where jd survives !! i wrote most of this vv late at night so forgive me if it doesnt make sense or if its dumb lol, also this is based off the movie bcuz i havent seen the musical yet

(copypasted from notes)

(putting it under the cut cuz its long as FUCK)

-okay so theres multiple versions i have of this au, in one of them jd and veronica arent together, but that made me kinda sad (my poor little mega-crush-on-jd heart doesnt want him to be lonely </3) so i have another au where their shared secrets end up keeping them together, and then that one also has two versions, one where they have a kid and one where they dont (this is proof i have too much free time amd i write shit way too late at night) (also i have way more hcs abt the "they do stay together" version lmao)

-so the bomb didnt work quite as well as he thought it wld. he still got blown the fuck up but not bad enough to kill him (obvi). someone called an ambulance (im not sure who but definitely not veronica /lh), he got rushed off to hospital, he was there for quite a while and got a lot of scars and stuff but somehow he managed to survive (they thought he was a total goner man)

-veronica didnt know he was still alive for a few weeks. the explosion was on the news, but she was majorly avoiding tv altogether at the time (no matter where you are the news is always reporting on some sort of death and tragedy, and it served as WAYYYYY too much of a reminder of what she and jd did). she didnt find out til she actually saw him in person

-she was at the 711 (or wherever the fuck they got the slushies from idk its midnight rn) getting potato chips (yes this is an important detail to me. dont ask me why.) and he happened to be there at the same time

-she totally freaked the hell out when she saw him ("no. no! youre dead! youre dead! youre fucking dead!" "well you see, the thing is, im actually not.") and it took her awhile to come to terms with the situation

-in the "veronica-less" au, they ran into each other a few times after that, veronica refused to talk with him, and he ended up leaving sherwood and going to. um. somewhere else idk thats honestly as far as i got with this version 👍👍👍

-in the "they stay together" version (holy fuck i need proper names for these man), they also kept running into each other, but this time it worked out different yk (god i sound stupid sorry). they were both rlly conflicted abt it. it was like they both wanted to see each other again, but at the same time it felt like the worst thing that cld possibly happen. but you see, it kept happening. and happening. and happening. its like they couldnt  avoid each other. and at some point or another, they started just wanting it to happen. then kind of actively trying to make it happen. and then he finally just asked her out. she said no bcuz she needed some time to think abt it (they did go out a couple weeks later tho)

-(skip back in time a lil here bcuz im a fuckin scatterbrain lmao) when veronica found out jd was still alive she was scared of him yk (i mean i wld be too if my supposed-to-be-dead ex showed up outta nowhere) but she realised that like. he changed. smth happened in his silly lil head when he nearlu died, and he realised that everything that happened was totally fucked up and he actually regrets it and wants to do things different yk. (wanna be a better person? have a near-death experience /j)

-youd expect them to go get slushies when they finally do go on a date. NOPE. they actually go out for breakfast and get waffles (jd absolutely 100% loves waffles and you cannot convince me otherwise)

-at some point or another, veronica buys him little vinyl dinosaur stickers (yknow like the kind you can put on laptops and helmets and stuff). i dont know when this happens. i dont know why this happens. but i know it happens.

-jd kinda wants to be a theatre actor for a lil while, he ends up having tiny roles in a few things but he never rlly has any cool roles yk (im not quire sure why this is part of my au now but its probably just bcuz i wanna watch the musical lmao)

-okay i told you there was two points where this au branches off and congratulations youve just reached the second point 👍👍👍 this is where the path splits between "jd and veronica with no kids" and "jd and veronica with a kid"

-in the "no kids" version, they cant have a kid bcuz theyre scared that they wont be able to raise a child properly and the kid will turn out like they did, and thats the scariest thought in the world to them

-in the "jd and veronica with kids" version (srsly i need the power to create au titles man eueueue), they have a teenage daughter named alina

-theyre super super SUPER protective of her and like theyre always fretting abt whether theyre doing a good job

-they dont tell her abt what they did in '88 bcuz theyre worried abt how shell react, sometimes they think maybe they shld say smth but they always end up agreeing to "just wait til later" (theyre never gonna tell her man theres no way in hell)

-jd knows that the only reason veronica was involved in the deaths was bcuz she was with him, and so he gets extra extra worried whenever alina starts dating someone bcuz hes scared that shell get taken down the same path that he took veronica down all those years ago (which is very unlikely but i mean can ya blame him?)

-jd 100% needs therapy but cant get it bcuz how the fuck do you tell a therapist that you murdered three ppl and then tried to explode yourself. so instead he has a diary he writes in every day and he uses it as sort of self-therapy (i tooooootally didnt just take one of my own personality traits or habits or wtvr the word is and give it to him. totally not. totally. 👍)

-uh thats it for now but i definitely have more au hcs tucked away in my one singular braincell, i just need to find em apparently- also apologies for the excessive parentheses 👍👍👍

[blackdollette]

Heyy can you do some head cannons about any one of the characters (preferably Marcus or euronymous but it doesn’t rlly matter what ever you want😭) where the reader is pregnant? If you’re not comfortable with that it’s fine❤️ also I love all of your posts🙌🏼

thank you so much <3 and since these are hcs, ill do both :))

"to carry a child." | marcus & euronymous

fingertips. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous + marcus

contents: pregnant reader, mentions of sex

euronymous.

he'd wake up to the noise of your throwing up in the toilet rlly early in the morning

and this would happen for a few days, but he wouldn't think anything of it

until you walked into the bedroom crying one day, holding something in your hand

you handed him a pregnancy test and waited for his reaction

his eyes widened when it read positive

he'd always considered what would happen if he got a girl pregnant, and now it was happening

he would be a little freaked out at first

his lifestyle doesnt exactly support him creating a family of his own

but then he would look into your tear-filled eyes and feel his heart calm down a little

you'd tell him that you wanted to keep the child, and that flipped his entire world around

he wondered if he was even fit to be a father

but he'd be willing to try, just for you

throughout your entire pregnancy, he'd buy you everything you wanted and be extra loving toward you at all times

something tells me that he would want to take charge when it comes to naming the baby

he pretty much sets his entire life aside to make sure that you're alright

he couldn't bear to imagine anything happening to you or his child

he'd try to get as many customers in his shop as possible to earn enough money to support your new family

and when you finally had the child, he'd be all teary eyes in the hospital

the moment when he held his baby for the first time, he would feel real joy for the first time.

marcus.

you'd been living with him for a while after your "one night stand."

he liked having you around helping out with stuff

and he was planning on making things official with you very soon

getting pregnant with him would be a little more intentional though

he'd ask you before you had sex if you were ready, and would only continue after he got your approval

he'd buy you a few pregnancy tests the next morning

and surely enough, one week later it was confirmed that you were pregnant

he knew that you were the perfect girl to start a family with, so he was completely ready to commit to you for the rest of his life

however, he didn't realize at first that he'd have to change his lifestyle a little

he couldn't be out partying late at night anymore, or come home wasted like he usually did

he had to take care of you 24/7 to make sure that you were alright

it was a large sacrifice to make

but after he fully thought about how much he wanted to start a family, he was motivated to make that commitment

he'd buy a new house that was appropriate for a family setting

and you can be sure that he'd go wild when decorating the baby's room with toys, stickers on the walls, etc

when you went into labour, he was a worried and shaky mess

he couldnt eat, sleep or do anything else that required little to no effort

he just needed to know that you and his child were ok

when he laid his eyes on his child, he completely broke down

he held it tenderly in his arms as tears rolled down his cheeks

he'd take you home and put you to sleep

but he'd sit on the couch, holding his baby and picturing his new life with you and his child in it.

author's note: this was supposed to come out last week, but i just found it rotting in my drafts today :(( im so so sorry abt that, but lots of posts are coming out today :))

[nugatorysheep]

Great question.... hmmmMMM I've got a few things i think.... maybe more than a few.

...

Okay this will be a long one, I hit the image limit. buckle in boys

So, generally the art I'm the most proud of can be split into a few types: Stuff I like because the technical skill or work put into it, stuff I like because I captured a specific mood or energy very well, and stuff I like because of how the characters are drawn aesthetically, like if I could manage it, I would draw them that way consistently

ANYWAY.

Category one, which is prolly what this asker wanted from this ask lmao:

So. First I have this sort of painterly done art of Zach, one of my Pokémon OCs I barely touch. I dont do this style often cause it's a pain in the ass to do and tbh i feel like peaked here and cant really manage it again

Then I have his OC that I haven't touched in a bajillion years and prolly never will touch again. This is ANCIENT but i still like it a lot, and ironically I dont think I could pull this off again 'cause my art style has shifted to be too cartoonish and I couldnt manage realism of this kind without a few months to practice first.

There's this art of Hopeless (AU by @gaudess-schmoddess) that is not at all canon but I dont care because they look great and the mood is immaculate and I will NEVER draw them this good again *dies*

I could draw these three better now, but I still like them as-is.

The one of Sven looking up into Multiverse Pompeii still holds up to me and it's so fucking huge it lagged the shit out of FireAlpaca (the program I was using at the time). And the one guy actually in focus is from the back so it covers up the shittyness of my old style up lol

The other two are very emotional pieces to me and call it a placebo, but I genuinely think i draw better when I'm in the Feelings Sauce. I think about Druid covered in flowers and surrounded by rot more often than I'd like to admit

I'm just proud of the shading on Ponyx here ngl. I complained the whole time but I did have fun doing it! :3

Leo's cover is objectively one of the best things I've done recently, I actually got what I wanted out of it and that's a rarity these days. It was a no-brainer pick for my 2024 Art Summary. The mood, the characters, the background, all of it I feel came out really good

Category two! V I B E S

Art I'm filing under "super simple looking but captures a particular feeling or atmosphere in a way where less is more"

I don't have much of Druid where I feel like I get what i really want out of him (even though i draw him the most)... but this one of him half corrupted, half in light and half in shadow... where the beast is in the light, unobstructed and his humanity is in the dark... This one managed to do it a little.

The second is a character from an AU that I think is dead now but it was... fractured or framed or something with an F idk. Very happy that I visualized a Vibe that I do not actually have words for lol

Then there's Karma and even though the art is based on this post instead of being entirely original i got what i needed out of it. something unholy inside you wants to get out but you can’t let it. Peak Karmacore

SPEAKING OF KARMAAAA

Yeah there's a Feeling here alright. couldnt tell you what but man this image sure is that feeling. Yeah. yeah...

I love the art of the Askbox cover, too bad I fucked up and forgot Leo's whisker markings and didn't know until today FUCK ME I GUESS

Anyway I can't take credit for this composition since it's from some Welcome Home fanart, though the mood in that was slightly different than what I'm going for here, I just knew I wanted a sort of general sleepy vibe. The focus is really supposed to be on Sven here, secretly tired, stressed and over worked while everyone else rests peacefully, oblivious to how much this poor boy is being eaten up from the inside out

Keeping up with Sven being the guy I can Project on the hardest and get the Vibes of the best; The other image has nudity, but that's not the point, the point is the unwilling vulnerability of it, the exposure. Hands all over you, around you, in you, hands that in some way are your own but under the control of something else, a part of you that you buried so deep that you didnt even know it was there until it got dragged out of you

This is a screenshot redraw so prolly not the best example but. This is such a sinister moment and with Sven's cooler-toned lighting it's even more soulless and deadpan. Which works great thematically given his whole logic schtick. This is Sven at his weakest and his worst

Section Threeeee!! AKA I think I drew that guy Well

First things first, gotta put respect on my battle cuts banner. Im glad other people liked this one because the Pokémon version doesn't get nearly as much love whenever I share it haha

Sven seems to be the Guy I'm the best at drawing (surely there isn't any reason for that....) as far as like, what his general Shape is and even though all these are just little colored doodle dumps they're pleasing enough to me that I still use parts of them as icons on various websites. Also the Gaybo hours have arrived lol. I still adore the idea of the shine in Sven's eyes forming a heart when he looks at Sonny and feels something achingly familiar he cant name...

Not much to say about this. I hate my 'real' art style a lot when it comes to trying to draw people but... I dont hate it here. and the butterfly soup I drew on this I havent been able to replicate, but that's what Sven's butterflies look like in my mind.

For some reason FOM keeps eluding me lol i make stuff (written and visual) and like it at the time then hate it a few months later, repeat forever until the heat death of the universe. For now I think this is the best art I've made of them, but that may change in a month. Who knows. Still, they love each other your honor <3

This collection of young Heartbreak doodles were made when i was getting back into SU after the Year of Hell. I tried going back to the drawing board with everything, start from scratch and branch out. i still miss this era in my art, but I havent been able to recapture this look so... fuck me

This comic [link to full thing] is here for a similar reason. I dont usually like how I draw HB (can't seem to get the fucker right no matter what...) but in this comic I like most of what I did. This was made around the same time as the images above so it's hugging the canon SU style very closely and hey, maybe that's what the bastard needs to look his best.

CW for these last two as it gets a bit ~Spicy~.

This is Matriarch AU stuff (owned by @novantinuum). Nothing explicit is shown but i'll at least be transparent with you all about the nature of the AU as a whole even if most of it now is just... Emotional situationship turmoil and pages long character studies pfft

Anyway CW for partial nudity

I dunno what it is but I like this Druid. This is a good looking Druid. Just an old fart cleaning up. Slightly younger, de-aged old fart cause of the AU Lore but still an old fart lol

This image is peak autistic cringe and way more embarrassing than anything else I've ever made. it's got Witherbloom and Astrid stuff and I'll always be a little insecure about it (more so the Dryad/Druid than anything else) LOL but in a way that's why I like it so much

This image is the culmination of several months of deprogramming my brain from online purity culture bullshit and that's why Im proud of it, I'm proud of growing as a person enough to draw things that make me happy. It's dumb and cringe and selfish but I dont care anymore. I make art for myself when it comes down to it. I dont owe anyone shit, especially control over what I make. That's what creation is really about, bringing joy to yourself.

[lunaria-maharlika]

LMK MUSIC MONKEY AU

A porty clone fic

Chapter 1: The mark of a start

AUTHORS Note: I couldnt help my self so here's a fic. Not very cannon compliant but it's there.

Info here: Masterpost

CHAPTER 1

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If you asked Porty what being a clone of the Monkey Kid, successor of the Monkey King, is like, he would tell you: “uhhh, it’s pretty cool, I guess. We get to beat bad guys, keep the city safe and…stuff.”

That answer, while true, is not how he fully feels about being a clone. If you were to ask for a genuine answer, he would sigh and tell you, “Being a clone is tiring.”

That answer might confuse you. How in the world is being a clone tiring? Shouldn’t it be exciting? I mean, you’re a copy of the Monkie Kid! You can do anything and everything he can! You are a Monkie Kid!

While true, you might want to take a step back and remember just what a clone is.

An MK clone is a copy of the original that’s summoned from magical hair to fulfill a task and disappear right after.

When Porty was first created, he was made for one thing: to party.

That’s what he was meant to do, it’s what he wants to do, it’s what he is.

But he might have gone a bit too far with that, and the whole Mei incident happened. Ever since then, Porty was only ever summoned for either combat or as a distraction.

And isn’t that tiring?

Porty was made to party, but all he’s allowed to do is:

Get summoned

Fight

Get unsummoned/poofed

Then wait for whenever OG summons him again.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s totally cool with the whole fighting-to-save-the-world thing. But there really isn’t anything tying him down to do it; he has no reason to do it other than he’s being asked. Sure, he doesn’t want people to die, but there are other people in the world who aren’t him and can do a better job. He’s more than happy to sit back and just watch the world be saved rather than participate.

He wants to do something else—literally anything else than the endless cycle of getting summoned and killed. He wants to go to parties in different parts of China, party all day, all night, or maybe something else! Maybe he wants to pick up an instrument or something; maybe he’ll be a well-known DJ!

Oh, he likes that idea.

Someday, if OG would let him, he’d like to leave and become something other than what he is now—maybe even become his own person and not just the party clone.

---

Porty watched as the severely one-sided battle against a demon (he didn’t bother learning who) went on. He winced and gripped his shirt; he could feel his fellow clones disappearing one by one. It felt like something was repeatedly being plucked from his chest—might be hair; he’s a hair clone, after all. It’s not a very painful feeling, just very uncomfortable.

He doesn’t know why; he doubts he’ll ever know. But he’s always felt a little more connected to the other clones in a lot of ways. Unlike OG, who had to scour the entire city to collect them when they went rogue, Porty could feel where they were within the city.

Then there’s the whole “he can feel them poofing” thing, too. It’s just him; none of the other clones have it. It’s weird, but Porty tries not to think about it—not right now.

Porty sighs. He really doesn’t want to be here. He shouldn’t be here. He’s not a fighter; he’s a party man. He’s meant to sit behind a DJ table and blast songs to a sea of drunk people while being blinded by flashing lights. And if he has to fight? He’s going to sit back and snap his fingers at the other clones as he barks out orders. That is what he’s supposed to do, just like back during the whole anti-gravity arcade thing. He’s pretty sure OG didn’t mean for him to be made that way, but it’s always been what he thinks his purpose is—like it’s written in his code somewhere, just like partying.

A strong thump came from his chest, making him groan. Delivery Clone is done. Fuck—he—

Help.

He freezes and looks around. No one is talking to him. Must be the telepathic link, then.

Another thing he found out was that clones had the ability to talk to each other telepathically, though they aren’t able to talk with OG through it. He discovered it by accident during the gravity arcade takeover. He had been thinking about how cool it would be if the other clones were to come and party too. A few minutes later, the clones were knocking at the gates, saying he had called for them.

He didn’t tell OG about this out of pure spite. It was rude to stop the party, after all.

The other clones didn’t really care but kept it a secret anyway.

What is it? he sent back.

MK, the clone replied. Trouble.

Ah, fuck. Now he had to go rescue. He would give anything for a drink right now.

He really doesn’t want to be here.

---

Porty sits back on the ground in a crater and sighs. His bones are sore after doing so much fighting; he swears his arms are about to fall off anytime soon. He watches as the Monkie crew talks happily, celebrating their victory with so much energy you’d doubt they’ve just been in a fight. Do they ever get tired?

The sound of feet sliding down the crater caught his attention. His eyes widened. “Artsy??” he gasped. “You haven’t poofed yet—wait, no—” he shakes his head. “That was rude—are you doing okay, man? You, uh…” He looked him over. “You don’t look so hot.”

The artist clone looked worse for wear, like he had been dragged across grass and rocks for miles. Leaves, sticks, and stones were stuck in his hair; his body was covered in cuts and bruises. But despite all these obvious causes for concern, the artist clone shrugged. “The only thing that could hurt me is an artwork gone wrong,” he says nonchalantly.

“huh?”

“I’ll be fine,” the artist says as he takes a seat, cross-legged, next to the party man. His brow raised as he inspected the other. “You’re even worse than me.”

While Artsy looked like he was dragged for miles, Porty looked like he had been to hell and back. A big gash on his stomach was still bleeding, along with several smaller but deep cuts. He was pretty sure his ankle was sprained.

Luckily for him, clones either have a really high pain tolerance or a really messed-up sensory system. He’s pretty sure it’s the second one, he doubts it’s the first one. No way OG would have managed to build up such high pain tolerance in just a few months of fighting and training.

“Eh, it’ll go away when I poof.”

Porty shrugged it off. “I’m fine.”

They sit there in silence, leaving each other to their thoughts for a bit.

“I don’t think you’re fine,” Artsy breaks the silence.

“Uh—what?”

Artsy turns to look Porty in the eyes. Pure white eyes stared into Porty’s soul. For some reason, his irises never came back from when he went art-crazy. It’s weird, but it made it easier to spot the artist in the sea of clones. “You have the face of someone who doesn’t want to be here.”

Porty tensed. He looked up at the night sky and took a deep breath. He sighed, “I…well…” he looked down and picked up some of the small pebbles in the dirt. “…Yeah, you’re right.” He threw the rock at a bigger rock. “I hate it here.”

Artsy nods. He looks toward the direction where Porty is throwing the rocks; his empty white eyes somehow looked warm to Porty.

. “MK and I share a lot of things in common.”

Porty snorts, “Well, yeah, we’re his clones. We’re literally copies of OG.”

“Hmm…” Artsy takes off his bandana. “Do you really think that?” he asks as he moves closer to the other and gently pulls Porty’s feet toward him. “Do you really think I’m just a carbon copy of MK?” he gently wraps the bandana around Porty’s sprained ankle.

“I…” Porty leans back. “Ye-...no?...” he leans forward and plays with the hem of his torn shirt. He thinks about it. Technically, Artsy is a clone of MK—they both are—so technically, the two of them are picture-perfect copies of OG, similar in every way to the point that it would be hard to tell which is which.

But that’s not really the case for them, is it? They aren’t perfect clones, far from it. They don’t obey orders properly and have a tendency to take things too far. OG never told Artsy to make the boat look perfect, OG never told Delivery to stress-eat the deliveries, and OG never told him to make the party go nonstop. But they all went and did it anyway.

They took a simple order and went too far with it.

While the other clones—the more recent ones—were more of what you'd expect from a clone, following orders to a T and then disappearing, the first three clones were different.

Maybe it's a magic issue that made the first three clones so unique.

“No…” Porty decided, trailing off.

Artsy nodded. “I don’t know why, but—” he took off his jacket, “I’m different.” He moved closer to Porty and gently wrapped the jacket around the wound in Porty’s chest. “OG treats art like it’s just a hobby, but for me? I lose my mind if it’s anything less than perfect. MK likes to go outside and get inspiration, sketching the scenery quickly, but I’m more than happy to stay in hammerspace and obsess over the same canvas for weeks.”

Inside OG’s magic, there was a black void where all the clones gathered when unsummoned. Here, they could interact with each other and manipulate the space as they liked. In what seemed to be the center of the endless void was a screen that allowed them to go through MK’s memories or see the real world through MK’s eyes in real-time. They weren’t exactly sure what this place was, but they’d decided to call it “hammerspace” after seeing cartoons in MK’s memories.

This was another piece of info they kept from OG. I mean, how in the world could they even tell him that the clones could spy on him?

“Why…” Porty hesitated. “Why are you telling me this?” He looked down at the jacket wrapped around his bleeding torso.

Artsy sighed, looking into Porty’s eyes. Blank white eyes stared into Porty’s brown eyes. “We know you want to leave.”

“W-what?” Porty stammered. “What—what?” He scratched his head nervously. “What gave you that idea? Why would I want to leave? I like it here! It’s not like there’d be anywhere bet—”

“Cut it, Porty clone,” Artsy interrupted with a stern look. “We’ve all noticed. Every time you get a turn on the screen, you always watch the memories that show nightlife, parties, festivals. Y-you…” He sighed, his gaze softening. “You always look so happy—like a little kid seeing an ad for Disneyland. It’s obvious: that’s where you want to be.” He patted Porty’s shoulder. “That’s where you’re meant to be. Out under the moon, bright and happy.”

Porty looked down at the ground. Artsy had always been able to read others like a book; guess it came with being a detail-oriented artist. And he wasn’t wrong—Porty did want to be out there, under the night skies, surrounded by stars and flashing lights as he danced the night away in complete bliss. But he couldn’t have that. He was just a clone, not a real person.

Porty shrank into himself. “Yeah…” he admitted quietly. “But I can’t do that. OG wo—”

“Why not?”

Porty’s head snapped to look at the other. “What?”

“Why can’t you do it?” Artsy raised a brow.

“Well…” Porty pointed at MK, who was busy happily chatting. “OG wouldn’t let me—not after the whole Mei thing.”

Artsy leaned back, brow still raised. “Since when did you care what MK thinks?” He sighed, “Look, what I’m trying to say is… you should go.”

Porty’s eyes widened. “Wh-what?!”

“You should go,” Artsy repeated. “Go find whatever makes you happy, whether it’s partying or anything else.” He smiled. “I already talked to the other clones—they think so too. You should go, Porty. We support you.”

Porty felt a mix of emotions welling up. Part of him wanted to cry, while another part wanted to feel joy that his team would support him in following his own dreams. But he couldn’t possibly just leave them here. What if OG needed him? What if OG needed the others? Who would look after them? He couldn’t just—

“We’ll be fine,” Artsy interrupted his train of thought, sighing. “We’ll be fine, Porty. None of us really mind the whole being-summoned-to-fight thing.” He shrugged. “We’re quite fine with it, but it bothers you.” He smiled softly. “Porty, you’ve done a lot for us. You’ve helped us out a lot.” He held Porty’s hand. “We want to see you happy too.”

“I…” Porty looked down at their hands. The thought of running away into the world wasn’t new to him. He’d watched MK’s memories and even found himself accidentally mapping out escape routes in case he ever did it. But he hadn’t acted on those plans. No matter how tempting it was to abandon a fight and run off to the nearest party, he didn’t. He couldn’t leave the other clones to fight on their own.

But now, he was given permission, his clones had given him permission.

The idea of leaving them scared him a bit, but the excitement and desire to see just where he could go and what he could do outweighed that fear. Maybe… maybe he’d give it a try, go for a few weeks, have fun, and check in on the other clones if they were summoned every once in a while. If things didn’t work out, he could always poof himself back to OG.

He smiled, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Porty nodded. “I’ll do it.”

Artsy beamed. “Good!” He stood up and pulled Porty up. “You should go now, then.”

“Wa-wait, what?” Porty stumbled a bit as he got up. “Wait! Now?!”

“Yes!” Artsy whispered. “Keep your voice down so they don’t notice,” he said as he nudged Porty forward.

“W-wait!” Porty whisper-yelled. “Like, right now?!” His eyes widened; he hadn’t expected to be sent off so soon! “Wh-why? Why not the next time I’m summoned?”

“No!” Artsy answered. “MK keeps a close eye on you since you went a little rogue the first time, but right now, he’s distracted.”

Porty sweatdropped. “Can’t I at least say goodbye to the others?”

“I’ll pass on the message.”

“And if OG looks for me?”

“I’ll tell him you poofed.” Artsy gave Porty one last push, making him stumble before he regained his balance. Porty looked back at Artsy with a hesitant smile.

“Go,” Artsy encouraged. “Live your life, be happy.”

The clones had always been supportive of everything. Delivery—being the big guy—would always give Porty big hugs every time he felt down about not being able to freely have fun. Artsy, despite his quirks, was observant and gave great advice. Even the less sentient, more MK-like clones were supportive of Porty and what he wanted to do, despite OG keeping an eye on him for any signs of villainy. They were his family, his friends, his brothers. He’d taken care of them and worried a bit about leaving them. But he knew they could stand on their own and… they wanted this for him. They’d have to cover for his absence a lot, but they still wanted him to go, to do what made him happy.

Artsy smiled at him. “Go,” he said. “Don’t worry about us.” He waved his hand in farewell. “Have fun.”

Porty’s smile grew wide, warmth spreading in his chest. “Okay…” He raised his hand and waved. “I’ll… see you next time.”

This marked the start of Porty’s own chaotic life. The first chapter in his story.

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Why I want to collect dolls-

The first time I lost my dolls, which was about 30 or 40 something dolls, a gigantic dollhouse, and a Barbie RV camper, my parents made me put them in a storage unit because my mom and dad split up and they put everything in there until they could figure out their divorce and we could find somewhere to live, why they wouldn’t let me at least take my dolls, I don’t know, but my dad was in charge of paying that storage unit and I don’t know why my mom foolishly let that man do it because we eventually lost the storage unit a year later because he didn’t pay it, instead deciding to use all his money to support his girlfriend and her kids and we lost everything. All of me and my siblings baby photos, our furniture, everything and I lost all of my dolls and we can’t ever get anything we lost back and his dumbass refused to tell my mom the storage unit place which I don’t know why my mom didn’t go with him to see where all our stuff went and why she didn’t take the baby pictures and stuff, but I was more crushed to have lost my dolls because there were dolls that weren’t even made anymore like LIV dolls, the dolls that had interchangeable wigs and a collector’s Angel Barbie that was never supposed to leave the box. My mom promised to get me replacements but Bratz dolls were out of stock, LIV dolls were discontinued and I was never getting that Angel Barbie back. So I had to settle for dollar store Barbie’s that didn’t feel the same.

- The second time I lost my dolls was when I was really into Monster High and all I wanted was Monster High dolls for Christmas, like they were all I wanted for like 3 christmases straight and I even printed out photos of which specific ones I wanted. I had Frankie, Clawdeen, Ghoulia, Jackson, Gil, Clawd, Deuce, Draculara, Cleo, Operetta and maybe more but I don’t remember all who I had but I just don’t remember having a Lagoona. So my aunts and cousins moved into my grandmas house and my cousins who were like 4 or 5 wanted to play with my dolls and I always told them not to touch them because I was very protective of my dolls since I had lost my previous ones. My aunts and my grandma yelled at me that I needed to share and that if I didn’t share that they were going to throw the dolls, MY DOLLS that my mom got me, away so no one could play with them and I was forced to share. Shortly after that, my dolls arms and legs were broken off and their hair was cut short and their clothes were missing and it upset me to the point of tears but I got blamed for it because “They’re little kids ! What did you expect ! You shouldn’t have let them do that !” when I was threatened with my dolls getting thrown away if I didn’t share. After that, I wasn’t allowed to get Monster High dolls anymore because I was “too old” yet my cousins got every new monster high doll for every occasion after that. Again, my mom promised to replace those dolls but she couldnt find any of the male ones since they sold out quick, and she couldn’t find anymore of the original design ones I had. They also destroyed my collection of 2011 Thundercats toys that my dad got me to try to make amends for what he did and Thundercats was the few things we bonded over and those can’t ever be replaced. A lot of things of mine got destroyed in that house.

So yeah if I start collecting dolls and it spirals out of control then like… I don’t know. I’d let let it spiral because I’d finally have dolls that I know I can keep safe.

[sleepymink48]

okay so like,,,,,

throws multiple forsaken elliot lore headcanons based around the arg lore at you

full warning like half this post only really makes sense if you know a least a bit of the forsaken arg lore

so basically the recent forsaken game theory that just released mentioned how the account with the game calls you foolish in the questions and so does the person at the beginning of the arg whos like “hey have this information and try not to be as foolish as me by like stealing something the specter owns” or smth along those lines (i cannot remember) and inferred theyre both probably the same people

and the game theory vid also mentioned how at the end of those questions theres a long strand of coded text and a shorter strand below it that says “hisnamewaselliot” and how looking at the like hisnamewastyler and hisnamewasdavid things earlier its pretty safe to assume that the guy calling you foolish and giving you the questions is elliot

and well this got me thinking and making headcanons based around it (these arent like fully thought out or anything it is legitimately just me rambling about ideas in my braincells

soooooo i think that elliot before getting forsaken somehow found something like a journal that tyler or someone else wrote that was just a giant cipher so he decided to decode it

in like the middle of decoding it he probably realized he was getting himself into something a lot deeper than he expected but he continued anyways

it took a lotta time to decode the entire book but eventually he cracked it and found out about the specter and what not

figuring out about the entire pocket dimension and stuff he started to try and get ways to defeat the specter and or get everyone who was missing at the time out of the pocket dimension

fortunately he probably found something that could do one or both of those things unfortunately the specter found him and got him forsaken

the MOMENT he realized where he was he probably had a panic attack just mumbling about how he couldnt be here and how he was supposed to get the people here out

none of the other survivors there at the time knew what he was talking about and whenever one of them ask him about it nowadays he just mumbles an excuse and tries to leave

elliot is still very much trying to get out of pocket dimension and has a desk just covered in papers and ciphers staying up past midnight just writing and recording audio messages

the other survivors have definitely found him asleep at his desk multiple times and have seen him half asleep during rounds running on pure adrenaline and coffee but elliot always brushes off anyones concerns with a quick im fine and a smile (bro is NOT fine at all)

,,,,,,,,,can you tell one of my favorite characters is elliot

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

ooh something else i wanted to ask you if you have had any paranormal experiences or somethings you just couldnt explain? and do you believe people are genuinely mediums because surely if someone has to announce it then theyre kinda pushing it a bit to either get some revenue out of it or theyre just looking for attention or theyre trying to prove it to others because theres no other explanation for what they experience?

is it something like how if u believe in something then itll happen only bc u believe it? sort of like these "haunted dolls" fad i love the dolls im not so sure if i believe theyre haunted. i do love using my pendulum its fun when it works and gives me accurate results or when someone else has confirmed something for me and its been on point with what my question or what my suspicion was. but i do think that haunted dolls is quite a sellable trend however if u need like dozens of different instruments such as cat balls to get a response from said doll then i think its rather comical and the price some folk is selling them at is obscene and questionable too. i mean i buy the second hand ones cheaper bc a) i like them affordable and b) they dont come with an obnoxious backstory which im sure would be true to some extent and c) i might as well be classed as haunted at this point i have lots of emotional baggage anyway but i havent honestly experienced much more usual things. i mean i got a scratch once or twice one on me neck and one on me shoulder but again i couldve chlked it up to me scratching myself without realising. like sure ive seen something i like and thought oooh i love that doll/picture and so on so i buy it without even thinking oh maybe its got a spirit attached to it. so idk where so many folk is getting these stories from some peoples "haunted" dolls. i also think it has to happen spontaeniously too like u can use pendulum to get two different answers if u word them differently same with the pic i bought one vintage pic of a lovely victorian girl bc i saw it once and liked it then went back to buy it again i dont think its haunted at all, i just think i was drawn to it. not paranormal per se more like i was telling myself i should buy it, i dont regret it bc its a pretty picture and it was still reasonable too! so clarice now sits on my drawers next to my doll ruby c: plus ive seen some folk have bigger collections too. but this girl i think she may be exagerating her youtube videos bc shes seen the popularity of some other big youtubers who easily fake paranormal stuff for views. i do think some of it can be real but again how do they time it just to happen when theyre on queue for filming it? like those pranks folk did for views u had to know it was planned in advance for the video to be perceveied to be funny from the start

what do u think personally and have u ever im not skeptic but im not 100% believer of haunted dolls per se i just think theyre interesting to have or look at and u can get them super cheap too. i did buy one "haunted" doll but thats just bc i was drawn to the way it looked and i hadnt browsed enough to see if anyone was selling it any cheaper. i mean u can get a normal priced doll and it will look exactly the same as a typical "haunted" doll but it will be considerabley less than what other people was selling it for. my pendulum sometimes gives me mixed answers and im not quite sure in how im supposed to ask certain things without getting someone else to clarify it for me. i maybe doubt myself too much or think similarly about paranormal stuff ah it was just bc i wanted to experience smth spooky did it happen type of thing or its bc i wanted a certain answer that got a yes for that? am i overthinking it probably. pendulum is moderately more fun than tarot imo. i still think its a case of using ones own intuition / gut feeling though as well.

i do think theres likely a spirit hanging around me mums workplace bc they get all sorts of weird shit happening yet at the same time it is rather old anyway so its probably bound to have faulty lights and other things making noises when no one else is there. see what i mean? unless ive seen it myself or heard it myself i dont quite know what to believe but i do think tarot can be eerily accurate in some cases but it still comes from intuition and i guess vibes of the person u are reading on too?

Yes, I believe mediums are real, as I Tarot reader. You communicate with spirits/guides, so it is easier for me to believe in Mediums and being able to communicate with the dead.

I don't know anything about haunted dolls, but I believe anything can be true, so if you believe it, then believe it, or don't. There are things that cannot be explained, and I accept and embrace that. I am spiritual, so I am believer that nothing is real, just our perceptions create this reality. Science actually backs that up, look up Quantum mechanics/psychics. I mean Science can't even explain things about this world, like what is dark matter lol They know it is there but can't show you it. Anyway, what I am saying is not everything can be observed or understood to realize the validity of it.

It is true only your experience can verify something, so if you haven't experienced it, then to you it isn't real, but for someone who has experienced it will see it as real. It is all about your own lived experienced, but you can learn to open your mind to the possibilities of experiences happening for others, but you should also go with what you truly think, so if you believe it, then believe it, if not, don't.

Thank you for sharing your input. A lot to read, but as an avid reader. I don't mind reading these long nuance messages <333

[smartichokes]

hot take or whatever. proship vs antiship discourse is so funny to me cuz like. idgaf what you think about in your head. thats your business. my head is full of intrusive thoughts that freak ME out. the human psyche does weird shit and likes to test boundaries. humans are inherently curious and weird. as long as its not impacting real people then i really couldnt give a shit. in fact i encourage it if it helps you get stuff out of your system. i, for one, feel catharsis when i read or write about gore because it dislodges it from the loop inside my head. this applies ESPECIALLY to sexual situations. fiction is where you are free to do whatever and work things out. it satiates curiosity. critical thinking and media literacy means you know the difference between fiction and real life. im tired of feeling like im wrong and immoral and broken and weird because i constantly think about people dying in horrific ways. i dont actually want to hurt anyone and im sure lots of people would already understand that. but when it comes to sex, its entirely black and white apparently. im not about to tell someone that thinks about harmful sexual ethics that theyre a bad person. fiction is supposed to be the outlet to this exact type of thing

[pinkwinesupernovas]

hey girlie !! (not so) mini life update cs i missed you🥺 ( sorrryyy this is a lot longer than i intended )

remember when i was sick that one day? that was the day i was supposed to apply to run for band class rep so i didnr get to do that</3 however! my drill team stuff is going great (we had our first game friday and got a TON of compliments :) ) and i joined my schools newspaper :3 i wrote an article about the friday game and its on the first page so thats fun. i also got a new pair of pointe shoes and now i have to break them in by the time i have an audition this weekend :p

the service was out in my entire town today😭which caused a ton of problems because during school my drill instructor last minute decided that we had practice today, but we couldnt tell our parents because service was completely out😭 then we finally made it to the stadium (where we practice) but it was all rainy and wet and there was nowhere for us to dance so she cancelled pracrice. great! but i cant tell my mom that to come pick me up so how does that do anything😦 i ended up getting a ride from one of our officers (shes a senior so shes been driving for a while) and gps was down so we struggled finding our houses BUT it was fun and i made it home safe so :))

overall im doing pretty good!! everythings p nice right now for me. how are you doing??? anything coming up soon or anything ive missed in your life ? <3

hello ava!!! omg so glad your drill team is going well!! you joined your school newspaper??? that's so cool im so proud of you for writing your first article <3

i have no idea how pointe shoes work 😭 but good luck for your audition im rooting for you 🥹🫶

it sucks that you couldn't practice 😔 im so glad you got home safe tho, it's so good to hear you're in a good place in life rn i couldn't be more happier 😕🩷🩷

im doing good, took a day off today so that's fun!! i have a bunch of exams coming up but nothing important other than that, just waiting for this semester to end honestly so i can start working on my research for higher studies abroad

[sqvar3w4ve]

the whole 1975 thing pisses me off. people cant seem to comprehend that this isnt some black and white situation where its just homophobia because its so much more than that. i couldnt care less if he jacked off on stage, the problem is that he did this in a country thats incredibly queerphobic and because of that is incredibly strict on what bands can play here and what they can and cant do/say. We malaysians don't get alot od international bands as is, so bands like this and the strokes coming here of all places in our shit hole country is huge. but him saying and doing all that did this:

- cancelled the entire event because our government caught wind of it and shut it down after the first night when it was supposed to go on for 3

- probably made the rules and restrictions for bands to play here even tighter

- made other bands hesitant to play here

- maybe even tightened up the laws on queer people here in general, even more worse than they already are

- possibly put a lot of queer malaysians in general in danger because if the pigs suddenly decided to investigate the event further and question the organisers or people who attended and those people happened to be queer and they found out? theyre going straight to jail because that's how queer people are treated here by our government

yeah there are a good chunk of people here angry purely because of homophobia, that fact isnt something that can be denied or glossed over. but the most important thing here is the queer people that are gonna be put in danger. we're already consistently used as a political scape goat. but now we've finally started to take baby steps in the right direction of progress after finally electing the first pm in our history thats leftist (when in reality he's centrist at best) and now with how matty healy behaved and what he said, our governments fear of queer people have been confirmed and we might be in even more hot water. they've already discussed about making being queer a mental illness and this might give them the push to confirm everything.

what he did did nothing but do bad. we didnt need some white guy to tell us how oppressed we are, how queer people are ridiculed discriminated and abused, trust me buddy, we've lived here all our lives, we know, we dont need any white saviour telling us this.

people will scoff at countries like Malaysia because of how queerphobic it is and simply throw any empathy and kindness out the window, but people seem to forget that this queerphobia exists for a reason. the queerphobia here exists because WE exist, because WE QUEER MALAYSIANS EXIST. it doesn't just exist just because, they're hateful of us because we are here, they're hell bent on getting rid of us because we are here.

I've seen some people say "then just don't get international bands" why? why dont we get to have the opportunity to see the bands we like? why dont we get to have fun? what makes so inherintly lesser that we dont get to indulge in stuff like this like people from other countries do? we already are barred from being openly queer, is it so much to ask that we just want to have a good time by seeing bands we love? do we not deserve that just because people think our government and the shit heads here represent our entire country, acting like theres absolutely no queer communities here constantly fighting for our right to exist? is that why people think so lowly of us?

queer malaysians are now in danger and our progress have been set back 50 steps thanks to matty healys "activism". I understand that he did it in good faith, but it just came off as entitled, privileged and selfish, especially with how he handled it after the fact.

if you're here to argue or insult me on this post, dont bother, im blocking you. im not wasting my time.

[baeshijima]

so. um. haha.

:D

2.5 general story spoilers utc !!

first off. THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD QUEST??? it made me tear up a few times *cough* basically all scenes with jiaoqiu *cough* and??? goodness.

i do really like how we got more lore abt the past (high-cloud quintet my beloved tragedy.... sniffle sob sob sniffle...) and like,,, the first mention of good intention in the image below jing yuan was talking abt was probably referencing when dan feng and yingxing did that whole vidyadhara transfusion thing to try and resurrect baiheng only for it to backfire

;w;

bUT ALSO ??? HELLO ???

ik i posted abt this already but like,,, u mean to tell me lingshas mentor forcibly made dan heng regain his memories, being the whole reason he couldnt separate himself from the past for basically his entire life and having to live with the sins he himself did not commit, having to carry that burden without knowing nor understanding why, constantly followed by the shadow of his past (also blade. he followed him too.) when all the other vidydhara couldnt remember their previous lives because they were not supposed to; the rebirth is to start anew and yet he was not given the choice for that.....

sob dan heng..... the more we get to know u the more i literally cry for u bc what the fyuch

aND NOW JIAOQIU MY PRECIOUS BABY I AM SOSJKFD RAAAAAHH AS I UNLEASH MY INNER ALPHA WOLF SHIRT TEARING IMAGE WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE

the light in his eyes being non-existent when he doesnt understand why those he saved went back just to die and questioning his purpose vs the light coming back after finding it again and understanding that their deaths were not meaningless...

he just wanted to save everyone he could, only for them to die right after and not understanding why they would foolishly run back into death just when they escaped it while beating himself up over yet another death he couldnt prevent, and then coming to terms with the fact that was their version of what they believed to be true virtue and righteousness, fighting for what they believed in even if it killed them.

and his deprecating laugh (at least in cn voice over. idk abt the other languages) from [everything i'm doing now... even your death has value...] because he was fully prepared to die and have the last laugh knowing hoolay would go down with him from the poison...

make the pain stop....

stop it... ur life isnt insignificant... ur life has meaning...

stop.... him losing his vision as a result of the poison when he was fully prepared to die for the cause of hoolays death ;w;; ourghg a moze just solemnly watching over jiaoqiu but he didnt know until he spoke bc he couldnt see him 😭😭 istg if we dont have a continuance or smth where we heal jiaoqius eyes i am going to explode 🧍‍♀️

on another slightly more lighthearted note, I AM???? SO UNWELL?????

YANQING MY SON???? no bc i fr was wondering how tf jingliu was gonna be on the luofu just to fight hoolay bc she wasnt even on the luofu, but it ended up being yanqing remembering jinglius advice/sword art right before hoolay could kill him and resembled her so much in that moment, to the point hoolay himself thought he was facing against jingliu??? the previous sword champion???? the only one who could subdue him?????

okay. but like. despite him being a literal killer and enslaved foxians and stuff, i actually did like his character quite a bit in the sense that he does give respect where it is due, and acknowledges the strengths and weaknesses of both himself and his foes. he acknowledged and commended jiaoqiu on his tenacity (also cursing him out a lot when we fought him like damn calm down on the obsession),he gave acknowledgement and respect to feixiao, even saying she was the only one suited to take over for him, he gave respect to yanqing for besting him and accepting his loss. well. until the whole crimson moon fiasco. but thats next :D

okay. now feixiao.

loved loved LOVED all of the cutscenes she was in so much like genuinely all of her cutscenes gave me chills and were so well done !! the one where she used yukongs bow and arrow to eliminate basically all the borisin in aurum alley... my god that was hot... (the drawback from the curse wasnt, but we ignore that ahhah)

AND THIS ONE !!!!

LIKE ??? the execution in this whole cutscene was so good. just when we thought we were done with hoolay, he basically tears his heart out for the destruction of the starsplitter with feixiao using her spirit to consume it, which basically meant she was hoolay/hoolay was her for a little... and then the trio fighting controlled feixiao... and her slumping from exhaustion when she defeated hoolay in her conscience... ourgh....

no but she is such a cool character and i loved the progression of her background reveal and her morals + virtues + beliefs as well as hoolay exposing her fears and seeing that one of her worst ones was losing control to the crimson moon curse and (unintentionally) betraying everyone :(

AND THE WHOLE "you are me just as i am you, we are one in the same" PARALLELS COILS FOILS RAAAHH???

gosh and then when he used her /real/ name as well from when she was a war slave.... when the characters are enemies but have more resemblance to one another than they do with their own allies/companions, meaning they understand each other better than how their own people do... ohh this trope.... it gets me every time...

feixiao even tho u literally used up all 26k jades and 50 warp tickets for e0 s1, meaning i have to scrap all the currency i can get for sunday and pray he is nice to me, i am glad i got u <33

also these were so silly 😭 us and bailu being dramatic over march bc she left her camera out on the bench while going to the toilet and then yunli just being a menace as per usual ;w;

but. uhm.

haha. jing yuan u are looking beautiful as always i am glad i got to see and hear u several times this quest <33

buy. uhm. again.

WHAT. luocha and jingliu mention... meeting with marshal hua (it should have been me... i should have met marshal hua...)... LUOCHA HAVING A FRAGMENT OF THE PROPOGATIONS DIVINE BODY IN HIS COFFIN???? THEM TEAMING UP WITH RUAN MEI??? HELLO WHAT PLS EXPLAIN HSR DEVS?????

aND HELLO THIS IS SO CRAZY TO DROP RIGHT AT THE END???

TINGYUN COMEBACK??? AS IN REAL TINGYUN??? MAYBE???? OR IF ITS RUAN MEI THEN MAYBE ITS SOME RESURRECTION/REINCARNATION KINDA THING???

but also

theres no way i got this on the loading screen right after. foreshadow?? new swarm disaster bc propogation comeback with ruan mei + maybe tingyun???

anyway. yeah. wow. awooga. no words. i have used them all.

actually, i havent yet.

if evil/morally grey, why super pretty? (also the fact dan hengs one cutscene was just a 5 second clip of him impaling taoran with his spear was so 😭😭)

ok. words are no more now. ty for reading.