#thread; wishes for one day

[beneathsilverstars]

been thinking about the differences between SASASAP and ISAT lately. because looking just at ISAT and the two hats ending, you'd think loop went through the exact same house as our siffrin, but looking at SASASAP, it's different. it's mixed up. it's obviously a condensed prototype.

but. that doesn't have to mean it's a different universe entirely.

maybe that's just what happens after a thousand loops.

the house warped in act 5. siffrin lost their shit and the house got changed and corrupted, far past its baseline king uncanniness. so it wouldn't be too out-of-the-question for it to be able to warp in more subtle ways as well, due to a more subtle breakdown.

like a jpeg uploaded and downloaded a thousand times, siffrin changed, and the loops changed. over a thousand loops of efficiency, the house got more efficient. rooms combining. items moving. data compressing. and of course, run in a changed house, the script changed as well. it did so slowly, one bit at a time, over a thousand loops of zoned-out half-listening – and by the time siffrin would have noticed each difference, they were already used to it. (and in the moments that they did look at a room that was less familiar than it should be and realize that they had no idea where to find the key, well. that's just classic siffrin, isn't it.)

through sheer repetition, siffrin was corrupted, and the loops and the house along with them. all purpose lost, all signals distorted, until finally they couldn't recognize the meaning in any of it. it was all noise and despair.

so they made a wish. and the loop restarted. not just a reboot, but something more complete.

the data was backed up onto a star – a guide, a warning, a reference – and the loops were factory reset. and for the first time in a thousand loops, siffrin woke up to a clear mind and the crisp sound of birdsong.

[godblooded]

you know i gotta be an old bastard about it but i miss the old school rpc.

[itspileofgoodthings]

I find political talk so distressing. And not for the reasons you’d think.

[visionkept]

I truly don't think Tomo would be able to see the aranaras. They are someone forced to grow out of that "child-wonder" early on in their life. Never had the time to be a "child" nor dream like one. From the start they centered themselves towards surviving and getting by so this "freedom of imagination", of dreaming and being as careless as one could be, was never something they had the chance to experience. Tomo's dreams as a child would be mostly about eating their favorite treats or having a warm roof above their head but those were occasional at best. You could say that they had to "grow up" to make it another day and that took away any chance to be a kid like any other. This has made them lose that kind of opportunity to see past some of the cruel reality of life. They are someone that focuses on what's present and what takes to get to that tomorrow, such way of thinking has never allowed them to have that pure and "free" way of seeing things like kids that most people lose when growing up. Most lose it when growing up, Tomo, on the other hand, wasn't able to even have it with everything they were subjected to as a child.

[disfrutalaisla]

Can someone tell me the lore with the ghost in the prison

[yaoianimeremade]

Soon im rly gonna do it

[coollyinterferes]

"Back by unpopular demand:"

"Us!"

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[monster-noises]

Ooo.. ouch. Just got very, rightfully,.. rejected? Dismissed?.. yeah sumarily Dismissed and Blocked

By a guy i've been talking to from a dating site and he was very nice about it but Ouch..

It's completely my fault, I am not good at responding to messages in a timely manner at the best of times and the past few Months have Not been the best of times and I've been leaving longer and longer gaps between replies which is completely unfair of me to do and definitely not cool or nice but I just couldn't make it happen

And i feel So Bad because he was really nice, and really patient, and really kind, and genuinely very nice to talk to but there truly is only so much one can take and I really can't blame him if he reached his limit like.. yeah.

It's one of the damn things about myself that i Desperately wish i could Fix because this is Not the first time this has happened (though usually i just get ghosted) and i'm Fully aware of how it looks from the other side, and it's Gutting to be so aware that I must come off as such a fucking Asshole

Sometimes I can pull it together and it gets better but so So much more often I just fumble it and the executive dysfunction and Reply Anxiety just gets Worse and Worse and it just catastrophically Drops out when my mental health takes a dip, which funnily always matches up with when i'm trying to get to know several new people at once lmao, and I can Try and Try but it doesn't get any better.. and I've managed to get through it with a Handful of people to the point where i have Less reply anxiety and can message them back Sooner (though often still at a delay) but on the whole this is just... How this goes

And I just wish i wasn't like this, I don't want to do this people but I don't want to be Alone but I don't know how to Fix It either and it just Sucks on top of everything else Sucking right now

Blegh

[risingsunresistance]

IM GONNA BE SO POWERFUL

[orangetintedglasses]

Not to beat a dead horse into the ground at this point but... Vash? Is everything ok?

Everything has come full circle.

There is no more Remade. There's barely even a Greenhorn right now, cradled against a bloodied Diablo, surrounded and connected to his eldest counterpart by glowing, ethereal feathers and the tendrils they've created. Softly glowing with his own light, his eyes fell shut at some point, and now he lies unmoving in the older Vash's arms with only the rise and fall of his chest proof that he's still alive. Just... asleep, in a way.

It shouldn't be too much longer.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[orcelito]

well the good news is im gonna look the part of someone who hasnt been to class in several weeks

[kaluawoo]

Being on Tumblr is just like. Going into a fandom tag. Reading like 3 posts. Vowing to not go into that tag again.

Going back into it the next day.

[fastfists]

Finally got tags set up for Knuckles’ four Chao; the only one left if Jewel BUT I need to get her design done first.

[oldmyths]

Okay first of all i remember a couple years ago when a twitter thread was going around about artists that made really fucked up paintings and were huge horror iconography and everyone was sharing their favorite horror artists like goya and when i was scrolling through replies someone linked (?) to a thread where someone painted these detailed pieces but there was always at least one person looking directly at the viewer. like the concept was so fucking scary to me that i forgot to bookmark/like the tweet and i lost that thread forever and i really want to know who the artist was