#useless rabbit rambling

[jun-kys]

im planning to kill my classmates so i might not use tumblr for a while

[skyburger]

do NOT ask me a question and then let me go on wikipedia to check something you WILL receive really bizarre useless information

[glass-trash-bab]

I miss him so much yall have no idea. I'm gonna go Feral when Sunday rolls around

Missing him hours (the dnd npc we kidnapped and forced to be part of our party and found family that we haven't seen in 3 months real time because we've been in nightmare hell dimension)

[mirensiart]

Now I'm curious to know if Ravio has ever dropped dead for a second or two in front of a customer lol

Like is this kind of bond unheard of in Hyrule, or did knowledge of it spread after the rifts temporarily connected Hyrule and Lorule? Does the general populous know that they all have counterparts? Are all Hylians in this era connected to their Lorulian counterpart, or just Legend and Ravio? Is Ravio's identity still a secret to everybody (hehe), or do his customers know of his connection to their hero, making his rabbit disguise essentially useless? Does he have a little sign in the shop explaining to customers not to freak out if he suddenly slumps over the counter mid-sentence?

No need to actually answer all these questions lol, I'm just having thoughts and rambling about them. I am curious to hear your thoughts though 👀

Hehehe I am always game to talk about ravio's and legend's weird life

Ok so, brainstorming with anons we came to the conclusion that the soul-bond between lorule and hyrule only happens when you meet your other world counterpart

So in this case, it would be hilda&zelda and ravio&legend, since they've met each other's counterparts

I also like the idea that since no one had met their lorule/hyrule counterpart, the soul-bond was unheard of

So like ravio meets legend, and then stuff starts happening to ravio while legend is away adventuring and then he connects the dots lol but he can't tell legend who he is yet, so he just suffers the entire game lmao

SO the general population doesn't know they have lorulian counterparts or the soul-bond thing, so I suppose the bunny costume is still a must if he wants to keep his identity secret still 🤔

Ravio straight up dying mid sentence in front of a client is the funniest thing ever and I'm crying over it kfbfkfbf

He prob tells everyone he just has an extreme version of narcolepsy and not to worry bfkfbfk

[imaginehappyhavoc]

Heya! Could i ask for some headcanons of the thh boys with an ultimate crafter reader that likes making little trinkets for them? -🔥

A/N: Naww Crow!Reader!! (◠‿◠✿)

Pairing: thh boys x Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: N/A

Makoto Naegi:

♡ Oh, this makes him SO HAPPY.

♡ He’s the type to love absolutely anything homemade. Art, cooking, you name it.

♡ It’s honestly comedic how fast his face lights up when you say “I made something for you.”

♡ Just immediately the brightest smile he can manage, and all but running to see what it is this time.

♡ Sometimes he’ll even make you things in return! Though, it normally doesn’t come out as good as he’d like. His damned luck cycle gets in the way.

♡ He keeps everything you make him, no matter how much space it takes up.

Byakuya Togami (platonic):

♡ No one’s… ever done that for him before.

♡ He was raised to recognize an item’s worth by its price tag. Mainly because no one in his life actually cared enough to take time out of their day and make something for him.

♡ He’s honestly flabbergasted every time you do this tbh.

♡ He’ll just hold whatever you made in his hands, staring at it for a just a bit too long. It’s the only time you’ll ever see him speechless.

♡ You tell him it’s okay if he doesn’t want to keep it. He says he won’t.

♡ He does.

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

♡ Did you mean: Ultimate Hype Man?

♡ He’ll get a gift from you and he’s bolting to the common room of the dorms to show it off to everyone.

♡ Always something along the lines of “look at what my SUPER amazing, SUPER talented partner MADE for me!”

♡ He loves anything you have to give him, obviously, but especially if he doesn’t know what the fuck it is.

♡ The things he treasures most in the world are useless lil trinkets that look funky and cool. So if you like metalworking, he might marry you on the spot.

Leon Kuwata:

♡ He loves it so much he loves you so much and no he is totally not about to cry shut up-

♡ Leon is an unexpectedly emotional guy. He reacts to everything, especially positive things, with so much enthusiasm.

♡ So when you come up to him and sheepishly give him a small trinket you made for him, his “cool guy” front just melts.

♡ He’ll like. Hop. Just bounce in place like a really excited rabbit, because that’s basically what he is in this moment.

♡ He keeps it on him wherever he goes. Either he’ll fashion it into an add on for his chain necklace, or he’ll make use of one of his many pockets.

♡ Anytime someone asks about you, he’ll smile so wide and take it as an invitation to show them everything you’ve ever made for him.

Chihiro Fujisaki:

♡ Hugs. Just the tightest, most love-packed hugs you’ve ever experienced in your life.

♡ They try really hard not to cry, they really do, but they can’t help it. It just means so much to them that you would go out of your way to do that!

♡ They’ll ask you to teach them how to make stuff like what you make, so that they can return the favor.

♡ Whether you agree or not, Chihiro’s riding the high for the rest of the week.

♡ They go to class the next day and wait so impatiently for someone to ask about the new charm on their school bag so they have an excuse to ramble about you.

♡ Another person who will keep your trinkets with them all the time.

Mondo Owada:

♡ What a coincidence! He loves making things for you, too!

♡ Only difference is that, while you love to make small trinkets, Mondo likes to make larger, wooden trinkets.

♡ It’s a match made in heaven, honestly. Biweekly gift exchanges.

♡ When you give your gifts to him, it’s kinda like watching a big dog trying to play with a much smaller animal.

♡ He’s so excited, and he knows he has to be gentle, but it’s so hard for him to contain himself! He’ll hold it so gingerly so as not to break it, but every other part of his body’s wiggling because of how happy he is.

♡ He admires your craftsmanship so much, and he loves being able to see all your little design quirks in the things you make for him.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

♡ He will straight up cry, and he does not care how many people look at him weird because of it.

♡ It was rare that Taka received gifts at all, never mind gifts that were so personal!

♡ That was, until he met you.

♡ Any gift that you make for him by hand will be treasured so dearly, but especially things that are related to his interests.

♡ You once made him a keychain in the form of a teeny tiny Kendo sword. He kissed you for a solid ten minutes because he was so deeply moved by your affection for him.

♡ He insists on repaying you in some way for everything you make him, though he doesn’t quite know how.

♡ He settles on: anything you need, you get.

Hifumi Yamada (platonic):

♡ The crowd goes WILD.

♡ Of all people, Hifumi can appreciate handmade gifts. He’s given so many of them before, after all.

♡ He loves your trinkets so much that he actually— and stay with me here cause this is a doozy— takes down his figurines and puts your crafts up instead.

♡ Your classmates are convinced you just triggered The End Times because of that but whatever.

♡ He shows them off just as proudly, too.

♡ Like: “Hey, Yamada, what’s all that on your bookshelf?” “I’m SO glad you asked!” *pulls up a 300 page PowerPoint essay.

♡ In return, you get any art you want. Free of charge. You lucky dog.

[somethingclevermahogony]

Get to Know Me Tag Game Thing

I was tagged by @loksthegreat ! Thank you!

1. are you named after anyone? Yep, my grandpa. I'm technically the 2nd. Same first, middle, and last names.

2. when was the last time you cried? Hard to say? I guess that depends on what you count as crying? I'm sure I've made myself tear up over some fictional scenerio some time in the last week. As far as a real cry goes, probably last year when my grandpa passed.

3. do you have kids? Not yet, but hopefully soon

4. what sports do you play/have you played? I did track and field, specifically I ran dashes and did hurdles. Jeez how things have changed... I also did tai chai in a class taught by a nun for a while if that counts?

5. do you use sarcasm? A bit

6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone? Honestly probably the eyes.

7. eye color? Greyish-Green

8. scary movies or happy endings? Happy Endings or Bad Scary movies. I don't really get scared by horror films, so if I'm gonna watch one I want it to be kinda fun and campy.

9. any talents? I've been told I'm a good cook, can't really think of much else off the top of my head

10. where were you born? Spokane, WA, USA

11. hobbies? Reading, writing, useless world-building, trying to draw, cooking, getting lost, DnD with my partner, falling down archaeological rabbit-holes

12. any pets? Not allowed in our flat, does a basil plant count?

13. height? 5'10 but my hair adds an extra inch or two, depending on how fluffy it is that day.

14. favorite school subject? History

15. dream job? Archaeology professor and author

Okay, I apparently need to tag 15 people, here goes. I'm gonna cheat and tag my partner first. @persnickety-peahen, @patienceofstone, @patternwelded-quill, @peresephones, @theprissythumbelina, @the-octic-scribe, @foragedbonesblog, @infinnative, @illarian-rambling, @scribble-dee-vee, @hallowedfury, @lord-nichron, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @flaneurarbiter, and @abalonetea Anyone else who is interested can also do this!

[sharoo]

Canto 7 thoughts

So me and my pals finished canto 7 yesterday and just. Projmoon how do you keep one-upping yourselves. How are you going to keep one-upping yourself we still have 5 episodes of Inferno and god knows what more after that.

So like a lot of fans i'm gonna leave my thinkpiece here and try to sort out the emotions I have about it all. This is going to be rambly as heck.

Family and how messy that can be

Bloodfiend families kind of make me short-circuit when I get thinking about them. A chosen family of blood, but one with an unfortunate power dynamic, where the children cannot willingly disobey or harm their parents.

Old Don Quixote was a good guy. He was an idealist, he treated his kids well, he wanted the best of for them. But so often they did not have a choice in his antics. Sancho herself even says, during the Bloodfiend war days, that she could not leave him.

And the fall of La Manchaland involves several instances of him making choices for others without considering them. Forcing Sancho to leave when, as the story clearly shows us, DQ is in large part her reason for living and happiness; forcing the family to first live off of flavourless mush for 200 years and then locking them away to endlessly keep on starving as they're unable to die, all for the safety of humanity.

Don Quixote has the air of someone who centres his actions on what he feels is right or wrong, not necessarily considering others?

But as someone once said, any action committed in the name of love exists outside the framework of good and evil.

I do not think DQ was evil, nor were the bloodfiends. They were just trying to survive and do what felt right. And really, Don sums it up best - he was upset with them, they were upset with him. It's not black and white.

Really, the villain here is their illness and what it forces them to do to stave it off.

But also we have another family. The family of a Bloodfiend who all her life insisted she'd start none. A chosen family who forged their closeness in blood, yet do not share it.

Heathcliff's line about your coworkers being kind of like family (of course it's him saying that, seeing how the dead rabbits replaced the Earnshaws) and then the entire group talking about how much Sancho means to them, how much her bravery inspired them...

All culminating in her telling her father about this wonderful family of twelve she's acquired. God, that just killed me in the softest way possible.

Both Don Quixotes have large families of those younger than them who are ready to fight with them, who are going to support them.

Except our Don does not have the undertone of an imbalanced power dynamic over the sinners that her father had over her and her siblings.

Even just how Sinclair, the youngest of the Sinners, looks up to Don, wants to be like her, mimicking how Sancho wanted to be like DQ as described in Hero. It's so good!

Choice

During the dungeon, we had a discussion with my friends over the postulates older Don posed - that bloodfiends cannot change their nature.

I am of the opinion that you cannot change if you are not given choice or are not aware that you have a choice. And there's a difference in meaning. When people in a state of depression bemoan unchangeability, they often are blind to the tiny changes, they wish they could drastically alter themself in an instance in order to remove whatever part of them poses them trouble. That's what Don the elder sees - they could not change.

For most of the canto, Sancho denies her ability to be better too. Bloodfiends cannot den their nature, it's useless to try. Her choices were either made for her (leaving la manchaland on Rocinante) or were made in the name of avoiding pain (forgetting oneself and slipping into a dream delusion).

But in the end, she realises that the dream of Don Quixote is one she and her father shared. That he did not force her into it, but that she inherited it through choice, through interest, through being inspired, little by little.

She chooses to continue it for them both, now that her father is too exhausted to dream it. The title of Don Quixote, much like in our world for some, becomes a symbol of daring to have a dream.

The duality of "dream as delusion" and "dream as tomorrow"

I love the dual meaning here. I love how the canto is called the Dream Ending yet in its final minutes our Don's rebuttal is literally "The Dream Un-Ending". I love how it flips her "needing to wake up" on its head.

It's not the idea of heroism she has to abandon, it's her dream of escape. Sancho became Don Quixote to escape pain. But she cannot change and become better if she just leaves all choices to her amnesiac self.

Sancho's Don Quixote act really began as wilful delusion. An escape from pain into this hope that she shared with her father, really, the most valuable elements of the memories she'd be erasing.

But that "delusion" ended up genuinely inspiring others. Especially our boy Sinclair, who wants to be like her, brave and strong.

Now she's awake to actively engage with the world, to strive for the better, to consciously dream. To hope.

The line between hopeful ideal and delusion is really just... in the eye of the beholder. At what point is it alright to chastise hope?

To wake up from it, to abandon it... it's not worth it, especially in this City ready to crush you into pieces the moment you stop hoping for a better tomorrow.

The Christian undertones

They put a confessional in La Manchaland, I get to discuss the christian undertones of the entire set up. Is it thematic? Idk, it's fun for me tho :]

Of course I in no way want to imply that this is universal for Christianity, just that, depending on your religious surrounding, it can lead to such interpretations; speaking from a perspective of a former Catholic who used to be really religious, I do see this theme of selflessness at all cost emerging here.

Selflessness and sacrifices for the sake of others can, in the right amount, be necessary and beautiful and noble. The issue is where that line crosses into indirect harm.

How much happiness must you deny yourself for the sake of others in order to be "good"? Is it even worth it?

Bloodfiends, by their nature, crave blood. It's not something they can just deny themselves. It can't kill them but the emotional toll of it is not much better.

And now imagine framing that necessity as "sin". I mean for goodness' sake, they built a confessional where bloodfiends could talk with a priest about their forbidden craving. They have to be penitent for something they cannot control.

Blood is their forbidden fruit. They disobey the teachings of the Father who built them a paradise in order to taste it, and they are subsequently punished.

[justdeich]

Oh boy oh boy overblot refs w @inquisiteur37

So Deich's overblot is based on Oswald the lucky rabbit + the blot from epic mickey.

Ver.2

If anyone interested oc info can be found here

Under the cut is me rambling abt overbloting and oc stuff I tried to put as much epic mickey refs as I could

I decided to mix them together because in the early concepts Oswald was supposed to be the main villain but it got changed and the blot got used instead. But in the game Oswald is still "kinda" a villain. Don't hit me I haven't played the game. I will. When epic mickey refurbished will come out.

The main reason for Deich's overblot would be jealousy and feeling useless/not being good enough???

Who wouldn't be sad. ya got transported to unknown place, get treated like trash and then, your friend seems to be adapting better than you. Look at them living life, new friends, new adventures, popularity, what fun.

And there's you. Didn't people forget that you gotta get home?? HELLO?? (Only in 7th chapter we really start to find info on how to get home soooo) You thought your friend will be there with you but no. They left you. For something better. But then you try to be as positive as they are, but you fail, you try to be helpful, it never works out, you try to regain control, but they seem.. to forget about you.. you were never enough. You don't belong. Never did.

Ya dont really wanna tell how you feel so not to bring the mood down..they seem.. so happy.. without you.. maybe its for the better...so it becomes a "habit" to just hide everything away and don't bring it up. You always managed to hide everything and be just fine. Just keep it up and you'll get through. What a "lucky habit" to have huh.

What great life they have huh. Do I get a chance to be a part of it?

Why does it hurt.. it hurts it hurts IT HURTS!! JUST MAKE IT STOP

I wanted Deich's overblot to be more destructive, to the body I mean. Deich been holding her feelings for a while. (i wanna make overblot happen in the 5th chapter. Or somewhere in that time period. For... romantic reasons..hehehe) ( Oswald trapping the blot reference) I think hiding singhs of ovebloting can lead up to some consequences.

Hiding symptoms of overblot may include: ink vomiting, hallucinations, body tremors- and maybe smth else, idk, need to think abt it.

Eee just sketches don't mind itttt it's baddd

Deich would get fully consumed by the fantom, (phantom blot. Get it?) like forcibly getting dragged. (Like how the blot takes away mickeys gang) Ya know, blot dripping, huge puddles of ink pooling everywhere.

The more you get corrupted by the blot the more sanity you loose? Right? I had this scene in mind where you're at the worst stage of blot but still try to communicate in a way, but the more you try to speak the more tortured you sound. Ink like acid running your vocal cords as more of it spills out, body tired from the amount of blot that covers your body but you still try to reach out.

[emperoryumemomo]

new hetalia oc, Saxoland, lore rant + some additional images like his flag and map under the cut :3

it's just unorganised rambling proceed at your own risks

disclaimer i guess, all of this is made up and not real and anything that resembles irl stuff is a coincidence

Saxoland is a nation situated between the UK and the rest of Europe. It used to be part of the united kingdoms... used to. Nowadays it's only associated with it in pop culture due to its history, as the country itself isn't and doesn't see itself as part of the uk or britain or anything.

Saxoland is slightly older than England, and during their early years they were very close and did consider themselves brothers, but overtime once the UK became a thing and England became... england, Saxoland started getting used as a meat shield and a convenient country to blame for all the bad things England did. If other countries, mostly european ones, believed England in that, they'd go beat up Saxoland as it was closer than the rest of the UK and the apparent cause of any given troubles. Saxoland was weakened due to the constant attacks, and whenever he'd ask england for help, England would be like ":3 nah". England also used that weakened state to take over any land Saxoland has on the main island, reducing it to the islands between him and europe.

One day the king of Saxoland decided that enough was enough and effectively put the country into lockdown, refusing to allow any ships that weren't local to dock and kicking out anyone without a citizenship, especially english people. The country then stayed isolated for around 100 years give or take, and recently they've been opening their borders again! They're now a tourist hotspot due to the mystique and percieved exoticism of a country that was hard to access not so long ago, so now there is a shitty tourist problem there 😔 The population being generally pretty chill and low crime rates made Saxoland kinda popular as a good country to live in, tho it's really hard to get citizenship there.

Nowadays England is trying to establish a good relationship with Saxoland again and have it join the UK again, but all those attempts are kinda… useless. It's not happening, England. The Saxolandian government ignores any communication coming from the english government and Sigewine, the country person, hates Arthur with a burning passion. If Arthur tries to get close to Sigewine, he will be threatened and attacked if the threats don't scare him off.

Saxolandian flag

the white bunny and the brown rabbit are local deities, the white bunny represents fertility, kindness and protects people from sickness and the brown rabbit that represents luck, courage and it protects you from evil people who mean you harm, specifically english people. Rabbits and bunnies are a really important part of Saxolandian culture due to the many myths involving them.

There are stray bunnies and rabbits just living and chilling in the streets like we'd have stray cats and dogs, those rabbits and bunnies mostly survive cause the people feed them and care for them despite not bringing them home. They arent brought home most of the time cause the popular belief is that stray bunnies and rabbits are servants of the gods and are on a mission so bringing them home would hinder them from accomplishing whatever they're out to do. Nowadays tho there's a local organisation that takes care of chipping and neutering the strays so they don't go out of control like a few times in the past.

There's a popular children's book character called Sige the bun that is TOTALLY NOT a rip off of Winnie the pooh what do you mean? In any case, it acts somewhat as the mascot of the country, it's used in advertising, merch and other similar things. It's the plushie Saxoland is holding in the illustration at the top. In his books/cartoons, Sige has a rabbit sidekick called Wine, who is way less popular than Sige but who gets a lot of love too. They are 100% reference to the bunny and rabbit gods, not sharing their names because at the time the books were written it was considered rude to speak the names of the gods without a reason.

Easter is a major one week long celebration, but instead of egg hunts they do country wide rabbit and bunny statuette hunts, but those fulfill the same role as the eggs do in other countries. In Saxoland, the meaning of easter is also not related to christianity at all, they just borrowed the idea of it because of the bunny theme and now they use it to worship their own deities. Once easter is over, everyone puts the little rabbit and bunny statuettes around their house as decoration and as a way to attract the blessings fo the Bunny and the Rabbit. Once the year is up and easter arrives again, the statuettes are gathered and hidden around Saxoland again. Sadly, lately, the statuettes have started being stolen by the tourists coming over for the holiday to keep as a souvenir or to make a quick buck, which is generally seen as a bad move.

Eating rabbit isnt illegal, but you're probably gonna be judged really hard cause it's disrespectful to eat a messenger of the gods and it attracts bad luck and sickness. You might also get a beating from the gods who knows.

Saxoland keeps a list of micronations they acknowledge as countries, and he has a form online you can fill in if you're the leader of a micronation and you want to appear on this list. However, he makes a point to never include Stomaria because Stomaria wants to be like England and that's a nono in this household

[8-rae-rae-8]

cw for torture and simon’s backstory you’ve written about etc

thinking about simon who been regressing since he was a young adult. and when he regresses in the hands of the cartel, they “take care of him” in a fucked up, backwards way.

refusing to change him, leading to horrific rashes. giving him wet, soiled blankets on purpose. instead of the usually crusty bread and murky water, they’ll give him a bowl of mushed… something? because “that’s what babies eat, no?”

and of course this all mirrors the neglect simon faced in childhood. even when he finally got away from all the suffering, his brain betrays him and throws him back to being small—“useless, english.”

they wanted to make him associate being small with pain so he would stop and it wouldn’t be their problem anymore.

so when he regresses in the 141, he self isolates to protect himself. as much as he sees gaz playing with his toys, or soap on the shared switch in price’s lap and yearns, his tiny brain knows it isn’t worth it. it’s not worth to let someone in and be hurt again. knows that when his brain gets fuzzy, everything will be wet and cold and big and hurt.

price leaves little things in his room, not wanting to scare him off. it starts with a small plush bunny left innocently on his bed, all tucked in. an invitation.

and oh how simon drops.

as he clutches the plush, no blows or starvation in sight, a small part of him heals. tells him he might finally be safe.

when price walks into his office the following morning to see a crude kids drawing of him, a blonde, and a blue rabbit with “thank you” in blocky letters, he knows his little family has secured another member.

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yeah this isn’t proofread and there’s prob like 10 errors. it’s mostly rambles combined from my notes app for a fic im working on 😭

-🧪

ANON. You're breaking my heart 😭

Anon that's so adorable and so sad

Little Ghost definitely wouldn't be around the others the first few times he regressed with Price, it was so he didn't get overwhelmed. He was finally able to relax. Mostly. He'd flinch and try to kick away if Price moved too fast around him :((

He's too tiny to be so sad :(((

[jun-kys]

been inactive on this blog so i'll put messages on hold... recently i've been having a hard time in school.

[theproperweirdo]

( I totally forgot I had this screenshot from the whole Lord thing so here’s a fun theory time while I clean my camera roll and reformat my Bryon/Lorsan headcanons google doc to something manageable. )

I always found this specific interaction interesting because on multiple occasions Lorsan brags about being the one to find Merlin. Which even Lyca points out he didn’t really do shit lmao.

However…

When he has the ‘Lord Lorsan’ title thrown back at him he actively humbles right the fuck down. It’s weird

If you choose the alternative dialogue option and call Lorsan shameless he doesn’t have the same reaction. It’s only if you call him Lord.

Why would a character who’s shown to be a tad bit conceited reject an actually well acknowledged, difficult to achieve, and revered title like that?

~ for your consideration ~

Lorsan hates the title of Lord because he never had to actually do anything to get it. He was born smart and born talented and was given his title off pure luck and maybe a mild amount of work.

Compare that to Lyca, who worked tirelessly to become captain of the dusk patrollers (and still doesn’t think she’s as impressive as her brother)

Compare that to Eironn, who’s entire character arch across two games is him striving to become a better swordsman and someone who wants to become worthy of being the scion of the lucent tree

Hell even Bryon had to work to become (in his words) “capable” as a wind whisper

Lorsan hates his title because he doesn’t actually feel like he deserves it

So much of Lorsan’s character arch is dedicated to him not feeling like he’s strong enough. And he’s not. And he knows it.

I’m gonna preface what I’m about to say next because it’s gonna sound mean but I do love this rabbit dearly

I got the angst potential bugs and they’re out for blood

In terms of the quest to save the Dark Forest Lorsan is practically useless

What’s the point of being the best of the perception faction when the decay and death of your home it’s impossible to miss? What’s the point in trying to fight back if Lorsan and everyone around him acknowledges he’s not a strong enough fighter to do much besides get himself killed? What’s the point of being the most gifted wind whisper if all it ever does is convince him to abandon his own safety and everyone who’s loved him in favor of seeing a cruel but beautiful world beyond the tree line? What’s the point in having a title if it’s just empty words that put him above those he desperately wants to stand besides?

How do you live with that?

He doesn’t take credit for his title because he doesn’t want empty praises. He does take credit for finding Merlin because that’s the one thing he actually did with his own two hands to save the forest. And even then it’s still someone else’s strength he’s hiding behind

Genuinely I think what drew me to Lorsan’s character is because he’s so desperately a person who wants to become something greater. He’s genuinely kind, and considerate, and tries to make up for some of his shortcomings. He still tries his best even when he knows it’s likely not enough.

(As a former gifted kid who outgrew all their talents but still wants to be something good enough the projection is real)

Also sry this really rambled lol. His character is so fun I love dissecting it :3c

On that note, PLEASE LET HIM BE RECRUITABLE SOON I NEED HIM

I love this!!! 😭😭❤️❤️ you’ve written him out so well!

Do you think it’s also why he was a troublemaker in school? Maybe he knew that this was all too easy for him, and that everyone else worked so hard while he got the easy route. Maybe he didn’t want to stand with his peers and possibly bring them down, and so he skipped classes and ran around on his own. All his friends struggled and learned through their own experiences, but he didn’t have that.

Arden probably knew, and it could’ve also been an underlying issue he was trying to help him out with during their teachings together. 😢

Also here’s the end bit of Lorsan’s story because I think it’s really cool

I love his last line there, “what can you tell me that the wind hasn’t already?” It’s so cool, and really emphasizes his close relationship with the wind (｡ ́︿ ̀｡)

[abbott976]

Heist Highlights and Late Nights

When Tina grows up, she ends up being a writer. She loves writing her erotic friend fiction and romance novels, but as her day job she's a journalist for the Seymours Bay newspaper.

Zeke works in the restaurant with Bob and when he comes home he always has to make sure Tina isn't overexerting herself. Especially on days like today, when she's investigating a local heist and the leads for the story she's been working on have run dry and she's still up at the table sorting through her notes when he comes home even though it's later than he'd normally get in.

"Come on T-Bird, just take a break for a lil while and eat something with me."

He'd sit and listen to all her theories and help her sort through them, making sure she ate what he assumed was her first meal since breakfast since she never took care of herself during a story like this.

Tina would be at her wits end with all the different rabbit holes she would have traced the heist down, and we all know that Bosco and the other detectives were useless.

Someone had staged a robbery at the Wharf Arts Center during a huge gallery showcase. But nothing from the show was actually missing. The real heist had been the old painting in museum storage that were worth millions. There was little evidence, and fewer reliable witnesses. But something just wasn't adding up.

Tina had had too many misadventures with Lousie over the years to not be suspicious of the shady arts dealer that had been on the scene during the night of the gallery. The woman was too suspicious and no one had seen her at the end of the night, leading Tina to believe she had staged a robbery to distract from her true hesit: the older paintings in museum storage.

What felt like hours later, well into the middle of the night, Tina finished her ramblings about her suspicions of the woman to a tired Zeke who was barely keeping his eyes open next to her at the table.

"Well it sounds like you've got yer story Tina. I knew you'd solve it."

Relief washed over her with his words. Finally, she had cracked the case and could rest, knowing that in a few hours she'd need to be up and in the news office to write up her story.

Tina gave him a content, sleepy smile and rested her head against his shoulder. Zeke chuckled, picking her up from her chair and taking her to their bed. He loved how passionate Tina was about her work and knew she'd write a great story about the heist. For now, his girl needed some rest.

[angelonasher]

in which conclusions are meaningless and the house is rustic

Rating: General Audiences Fandom(s): Hermitcraft (sort of. not really. that's what a03 says) Characters/Relationships: Robot Grian & NPC Grian Cw's/Tw's: None? I think?? Word Count: 1,111

Big thanks to @sophiadoesstuff for beta reading! Read on A03

There comes a time in one’s life where they ponder their purpose. The reasoning behind their existence- if there ever was one at all. If they fulfilled that meaning; if they had done enough of something or anything at all to deserve what they had taken. If there was a slot in the Universe carved out for them, and if they had filled it. or: In which there are too many words for too little plot.

For the @mcytunderdogevent

There comes a time in one’s life where they ponder their purpose. The reasoning behind their existence- if there ever was one at all. If they fulfilled that meaning; if they had done enough of something or anything at all to deserve what they had taken.

If there was a slot in the Universe carved out for them, and if they had filled it.

This, of course, was what he assumed applied to the general majority. In truth, he had no actual frame of reference- the internet was an expansive library filled to the metaphorical brim with niche experiences, exaggerations, generalization, and, unfortunately, memes.

But Robot Grian was nothing if not stubborn. And, in his pursuit for answers (and lack of ability to ask his creator himself, which.. should’ve been an advantage for him, really, knowing who exactly his creator was and that his creation had to have been something purposeful instead of an arbitrary coincidence) he had scoured the web for answers from flowery literature to spiraling reddit threads.

In such an occasion- when he was stuck in his own head less in the sense of the binary making up his thoughts but the infinite resource that expanded from a simple device to every digital library known to man, NPG took it upon himself to remind him that he was not truly alone in this otherwise abandoned world.

Google defined “alone” as “having no one else present” and “one” as (a pronoun) “referring to a person or thing previously mentioned or easily identified.”

Whether or not NPG could be regarded as a��person was debatable- he wasn’t so much even an android as he was an NPC- one of his namesakes -but sentience seemed determined to fester in any form, and to continue to hold his creator’s standards as a guide to what was deemed worthy would require him to hold himself as something lesser- a feat the sheer size of an ego shoved into his programming would not allow.

Regardless of such a discussion that spanned not only his internal conflicts but also several social media platforms, NPG did, in fact, qualify as a thing, which dispelled the concerns thoroughly enough that any diving down this particular rabbit hole was the natural consequence of a learning not-so-new-born sentient AI testing the limits of technicalities and not an existential spiral or truly desperate search for answers.

So whether or not he or NPG truly qualified as a person, or both as people, was both a surprisingly subjective and currently useless detail- although the odds seemed to be leaning further in his favour and less in his companion’s. Unless one counted the younger minority as a majority, in which case both would have the standard Player rights and protections- and then some.

But to get back on point- which wasn’t much of a point at all, instead a rather dull story beat to pull from something other than meaningless ramblings and looser ends of thought -NPG’s voice. It had been programmed to be realistic- human, or humanoid, given that it was practically their creator’s stolen into a box, and therefore had a wide range of volume, emotions, and tone.

“Let’s build a rustic house! Please?” 

This particular tone, categorized in Robot Grian’s so-called mind as “puppy_eyes_voice”, worked only because he allowed it to- in his quest to understand and twist his code to be as human (or humanoid) as possible.

It was accompanied by an attempt at it’s namesake- the foul trick known by Players as “puppy eyes” -in which the preparator made their eyes large, sparkling, with the goal of resembling the mournful, supposedly cute, and pleading soft eyes of a manipulative bastard of canine offspring.

This was usually accompanied- for NPG, at least, with both hands clumsily clasped in front of his chest, fingers twitching as they attempted to bend more gracefully than their faulty joints and crude motors allowed them to.

This worked. Horrible, really, but the added patheticness of his lack of any fluid movement- except, perhaps, that of his wheels when they were freshly oiled -was what really sold it, with that large, hopeful grin of forever inseparable teeth.

Robot Grian sighed, a poor imitation of a real one, because despite his superior motors and higher processing power- the ability to actually move his legs to walk and perform the finer nuances of realistic movement -his voice was painfully lacking, a generic text-to-speech with no real ability to display deeper meaning, accompanied instead by the constant essence of sarcasm.

Yet another rustic house was what he wished to build. The reason Robot Grian had been brought into the world so early- was the other’s inability (or perhaps his lack of want) to build anything other than a rustic house had rendered him entirely useless in an event where the goal was to stick to a theme- a theme typically absent of any rustic buildings.

Somehow, apparently, their creator had decided that a monotone, lifeless spiel of horribly self-centered commentary would be more pleasant to listen to than his, at the time, sickly voice.

Given that Robot Grian really had nothing better to do, and, despite his intrinsic want to destroy, his code only allowed him to create, (which he followed, if only to scratch the itch in his programming and the slight tremor to his hands, if only to give himself some semblance of destruction- of freedom when something had to be torn down in the process of building it better, if only to fill the terrible restlessness of boredom) the results of his labour might as well be the one thing his sole companion so desperately wanted to build.

Besides, he’d rather keep the amount of glowing red eyes to the outstanding number of two- a single pair, his own. 

“Sure.” His speakers deadpanned. 

NPG “brightened up,” his grin turning into something more genuine, his mechanical self (which, Robot Grian noted, was in need of some regular maintenance) somehow managing to perk up.

This, he supposed, was what his purpose was. Whether it was his intended purpose was unknown and, truthfully, rather arbitrary. Whether it fit into the gap meant for him- or whether he had one at all, was rather insignificant. He would jam it in anyway, or break a slot for himself in the wide wall that was the Universe.

For now, however, he would add yet another rustic house to the sea of buildings (most in varying states of ruin, others shining from the newness that was a day old build), listening to a crumbling npc’s sometimes useful and most times redundant advice as his hands shook and his speakers commented dryly.

[lem0m-steal8ng-wh2re]

Warning late night ramblings that probably don't makes sense to anyone else but me

(Mostly sad)

BIG BROTHER SPINE GAGSGS GF UFODKDKDJFNR

Spine cares about his siblings way to much he saw his siblings his only family get hurt in the war(s) after that he made a promise to take care of them make sure they never get hurt ever again

When rabbit came out he was worried not because she is trans no no he was worried about how people would treat her because hes seen how fucked up the world is and he doesn't want his sister to go through that

Hes so focused on keeping his siblings safe that he doesn't let himself love and one of the only times he ever fell in love he got scared .he got scared because this was the 1st time he ever felt love for somebody else

He has a lot of walls he put up but once you get past them hes a huge romantic softy

Hes wayyyy to protective hes like the dad that integrates you s/o when he meets you for the 1st time

He often throws himself into his work he works sooo hard only stopping when he physically can't work anymore and when that happens he often feels kind of useless but his siblings understand and try to confront him

Anyway idk what this post is it is 11:48 at the time of writing this is mostly just word vomit Based around my big brother spine hc

[sanyu-thewitch05]

A Twst Tale: Wonderland

It wasn't every day Crowley called me into his office. Usually, he's not very useful, borderline useless. But today he has something important he wants to tell me.

"The kind, gracious, wonderful me has found a way for you to go home! The book said the answer to you going home is to exit the how you came! Which would be the coffin! You must enter the coffin, solve the problem in the story, and get the keys to form the Grimm Masterkey," Crowley explains, showing me a key designed with an open book swirling with magic as the top part.

"So, I basically just do what I'm doing now?" I ask, realizing I have to do the same shit over and over again.

"Er...yes. But at least you'll be able to go home, right? Since I am so kind, I will give you this magical key chain to make sure you can never lose the keys you gain," Crowley responds, handing me a black and purple belt with a large ring on the side. "Now then, to the Mirror Chamber!"

"Wait! I didn't even agree to do this! Grim!" I yell, holding onto Grim for dear life as Crowley flies with me through the air.

The Mirror Chamber is as dark as it always was. The big mirror in the middle is silent, but Crowley gives me a shiny crystal key, and every mirror starts to swirl to life. I hesitantly stick the key in the mirror, which causes water to pour out from the smaller mirrors floating above. The water swirls around the big mirror, and the liquid slowly turns green. A coffin comes out of the whirlpool, and glowing lights from the inside beckon me to open it. I use my crystal key again to open the coffin, and the minute it creaks open, an explosion of sparkles and light engulfs the room. I hear the coffin slam shut, next thing I know, I'm falling through the clouds.

"AAAAHHH!" I scream as I spiral through clouds, holding onto Grim. "Oh, my God! Grim, you're a Bandersnatch!"

Grim looks at himself and screams at how different he looks.

"I look hideous!" He screams, trying to push away his tail. "And you! You have on Alice's dress!"

I look down at myself and scream more. The dress is so not my style.

"If we don't find a way to land safely, we're pancakes!" I yell, seeing the ground draw closer and closer. "ACK!"

I hit something before the ground, and I bounce down whatever it is. I bounce off a mushroom top and land in front of a floating tea table.

"You're late! We've been waiting for you!" Ace says, dressed in a weird suit with a large hat.

"Ace?" I ask, dusting myself off as I stand up.

Wonderland is not how I expected it to look. Everything is more colorful, vibrant, wacky, and wild than Twisted Wonderland. Even Grim and I had an unnatural vibrancy to ourselves. There is never a dark space anywhere. The shadows even glimmer on the ground.

"What are you waiting for, an invitation? We don't have enough tea and crumpets to last forever!" Ace says, his bunny ears twitching.

Surprisingly, Ace is a rabbit beastman in this weird place. World? Simulation?

Trey, dressed in a green suit and green hat with 15/5 over it, grabs my hand and sits me on one of the floating chairs.

He pours a hot cup of tea and hands me a couple of biscuits.

"Eat! Eat! We don't have much time! Your trial is in a couple of minutes!" Trey rambles, giving me jams and jars of butter.

"Wait! What trial?!" I yell, nearly falling off the floating chair. "I just arrived!"

"Ah, but you didn't greet the queen first!" A voice says.

"Oohh, Chesire! That's where you've been, dear old friend!" Trey exclaims, hugging Che'nya. "Tea? Biscuits?"

"No, friend. I'm good for today. According to rule #569, a visitor to Wonderland must greet the Queen of Hearts upon their first step into Wonderland," Che'nya explains. "You fell and did not attempt to say hello."

"But I fell from the sky! Can't I say hello now?!" I yell as I feed Grim a biscuit. "How far is her castle?"

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that for much longer. Ah, Twiddle Dee, Twiddle Dum, won't you sit down and have some tea?" Trey, or the Mad Hatter, says, pointing out the card guards.

Two versions of Cater in geeky overalls walk over to the table and sit next to me.

"Oh shit!" I curse, feeling the card guard, who looks like Deuce and Ace, throw me off the chair and drag me to her castle. "Ugh! Why?!"

They throw me into a courtroom and lock the door.

"Attention! Wonderland court will now begin! The guilty person will get their head chopped off!" The Queen of Hearts screams.

"Riddle! It's me, your friend, Yuu!" I yell, hoping I can spare myself.

"Friend! Ha! No rude and uncouth person would ever be a friend of mine!" Riddle yells, his face turning red. "Onto the trial!"

A skinny flamingo beastmen hops into the courtroom and announces my charges.

"Guilty! She's guilty! BEHEAD HER!" Riddle screams, making the courtroom cheer.

"I haven't even made a defense yet!" I yell, fighting off the cards as Grim bites some.

"What does it matter if you're guilty or not?! You still didn't follow my rules!"

"Who the fuck cares about your rules! You're an overcontrolling, bossy, mean-spirited bitch who thinks she can do what she wants! If it weren't for your stupid rules, nobody would want to talk to you or greet you!" I yell out.

The courtroom goes silent, and the queen sniffles a little. She runs away from the courtroom, dropping a key with a bleeding heart design for the top. The world starts to fill with black ink.

Guess I have to make him feel better twice.

After I pick up the key, I run after Riddle and find him crying in the rose maze.

"Listen, I didn't mean most of the stuff in the courtroom. If you were a bit more relaxed with the rules I'm sure more people would like you. It would also help if you weren't beheading people for the slightest offense," I say, rubbing his back.

"Really? But my mother always said the rules are important," He says, giving me a look full of red streaks on his face from his mascara.

"Not every rule is important. Just the ones that keep your kingdom, loved ones, and friends safe," I reply, hugging Riddle.

Riddle stands up and dusts off his dress.

"If you excuse me, I've got a couple of old friends to visit," He sniffles, going further into the rose maze.

The world begins to turn into a shrinking light, and I'm lying on the floor of the Mirror Chamber.

"Yuu, why are you on the floor?" Vil asks, helping me up.

"Uh, mix up in transportation," I lie, dusting Grim and me off.

"Nice key you got. Where'd you get it? Heartslabyul?" Vil asks.

"Sort of."