#we can't despair

[kiralamouse]

Time to start singing.

What the fuuuuuuuck

[fascinationstreetmp3]

Let me think... why are you really here?

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Journalists in gaza are posting their last message.

What are we waiting for, what have we allowed to happen?

Ismail and motaz are the same journalists in this video by the way. They're people who always find light in the dark. Praying for them and all Palestinians.

[pseudophan]

i'm sooo curious what they'll do around christmas time. cause like no chance they're doing gamingmas while on tour but i feel like they'd want to do something? partly because we're needy and they have a tendency to feel bad about disappointing us but also because you knowww phil wants that december cpm lmao

i'll take anything except dilmas please not another dilmas i am haunted by the memory of dilmas i'm sorry i like the sims but i can't do it

[meirimerens]

after years of no news about my dad's longest-time friend, shrouding his existence with a strange mix of pessimistic presumption of death and yet hope and allure of mystery, as he was a known marginal, making my dad deeply miss him and continue to call even as it always reached voicemail (furthering this allure of mystery about his strange in-between state), even as he became more and more sure the man was "gone body and soul", i have found what seems to be as close to 100% confirmation as we'll ever get that this guy passed away, exactly one year ago on the day. it was absolutely a horrible experience to ask my father for this man's last name and approximate year of birth, just to make sure, and deliver the news that he had not been able to find. I wish i had been home for this. this does feel like a crazy coincidence that he passed one year ago exactly and, in my father's words, like he's "finally deciding on giving some updates" - significant in a way.

there is no point to this post except to ask you that, if you got some beer to spare, you pour some out to Titi, drifter, alcoholic, all wrinkly and red like a prune from the sea air, rotten-teethed and nicotine-stained fingers, who used to play-growl at me and at the village's kids, who when i was a child gifted me his tent that allowed me to start camping&grow enamored with it and widened the possibilities of my future, one of my father's dearest friends, cunning and resourceful like a shapeshifter, and who was so fucking dope.

rest easy you sly dog, hope you can sail across that red-wine sea to your alcoholic's heart content, until in 100 years from now you and my father be reincarnated as seagulls that shit on people's heads and steal their food also.

[enquire]

Mystic Moonshade

I think I finally figured out what to do with Mikako, so here we are.

This design was a little more out there, as I went for making her a zebra/okapi/pony hybrid!

My intent was to give her a connection to other forms of magic, and give her a bit of a mysterious vibe. The one zebra in MLP we get, Zecora, is an expert in potions and obscure medicinal magic/plants, and is a general example of a pony who uses alternative magic in a way.

I think Equestria's non-unicorn based magic; things like alchemy, potions, charms, earth pony and pegasi magic, curses, magical creatures, and of course, spirits, ghosts, and the like, would fit in well with the 'ultimate excorcist' talent. So Moonshade is an expert in all things supernatural, and obscure. (since magic is an everyday thing in Equestria after all) Still focuses most of all on the departed, but she has a lot of knowledge /interest in various stuff.

Her okapi aspects came from wanting to give her extra horns (which might be capable of producing some slightly different magic) and because the markings give here a bit more a mysterious vibe which I liked. It's a bit more detailed, but I think it's fine for now at least. Her unicorn horn functions the same way any other unicorn's would.

Anyway, on to her little background info segment:

Mystic Moonshade is passionate about Equestria's strangest and most unknown phenomena. Ever since she got her cutie mark, she's been uncovering secrets and solving mysteries; from hauntings to ancient artifacts, Moonshade explains the unexplainable. Either via science, magic, or through healing the hearts and minds of the ponies involved.

She's discovered and named several new creatures, placated spirits, and even managed to lift the decades old curse or two. But her biggest strength might not lie in the supernatural, but rather in soothing the hearts of those faced with the problems and occurrences she is called to solve.

When she was just a filly far too young to remember her parents or where she came from, Moonshade fell into a river and almost drowned. She was swept far away, only managing to survive by clinging to a hollow log.

She was spotted by a pony named Spark Stardust, not far from Canterlot, who immediately dived in after the tiny filly. After rescuing Moonshade, he brought her home to stay with himself and his son, Gizmo.

She couldn't offer any explanation as to how she had gotten there, or much of any information about herself beyond her name. The Equestrian Guard opened an investigation into her parents, but without much to go off of, and a huge distance potentially between Canterlot and where she had fallen into the river, they had very little success.

No pony ever came forward looking for a missing filly matching her description, and the leads quickly ran dry. After a year, Moonshade had already begun to become a part of the Stardust family, so when the time came that Moonshade was officially labeled an orphan, Spark decided to adopt her.

It took some time for Gizmo and Moonshade to adjust to it, but in time, they became extremely close. Nowadays, the two of them are often seen together, and both support the other in any way they can. Gizmo has created multiple inventions in order to help Moonshade in her work, including a arguably effective ghost detector, and a more practical set of very durable saddlebags with locks for when Moonshade comes across an item with less than stable properties, or that is particularly valuable. Meanwhile, Gizmo's go-to unicorn for help testing his inventions is his sister. They have participated in many experiments together, both scientific, magic, and everything in between.

Gizmo's inventions often rely on magic as much as science, and most of his knowledge on the subject came from Moonshade. He also has gone on many of his sister's quests and travels, helping her bust myths and the occasional ghost.

Moonshade has an uncanny ability to read other ponies. While she cannot read others' thoughts, or anything like that, she can sometimes sense more hidden emotions, and other things like that. If Moonshade says somepony is giving her a bad vibe, it's probably with good reason. This leads to her both being an excellent judge of character and being very good at noticing when something is wrong. For example, she was the first one to pick up on and understand Saber's invisible wounds even though he almost never lets a single glimpse show on the outside. She also has a knack for sniffing out secrets.

This ability of hers only gives her insight into where to direct her attentions, though; it doesn't reveal all, and in fact can sometimes be altogether unhelpful, as the feeling that something is wrong without being able to pinpoint what can be quite frustrating.

Moonshade is more of an extrovert than her brother, being fine with meeting various strangers for her work, and the one responsible for introducing her brother to many of his acquaintances and friends.

Out of the group besides her brother, she is closest with Thrift, as the three of them were childhood friends. She also managed to get Ember to warm up to her impressively fast, despite them not knowing each other for as long or and living in different places. The two of them bonded over their penchant for unraveling supposedly unsolvable puzzles, and reading. Whenever Ember visits Canterlot, she makes it a priority to spend time hunting through the cities many bookshops with her.

Moonshade is not as close with Saber as he is with Gizmo, but they are still good friends, and with Gizmo and/or Thrift often around they are often drawn together regardless. (and happy for it) Saber is one of the few ponies Moonshade often finds herself spending time with in comfortable silence.

It's not like she and Clover aren't not friends, but for some reason, there always seems to be a bit more distance between them, and Moonshade is a bit bugged by the fact that she knows very little about him compared to everypony else. Despite him being very close with some of her closest friends, she is more familiar with most of her acquaintances than she is with him. And for whatever reason, they never seem to end up one on one, either.

I think that's it for her! I always start these background posts thinking 'I don't have enough lore for this one yet' but then end up filling up the post by the end haha. To be honest, I struggled a lot with her design, and going a more unique route helped me land somewhere, but I'm still not entirely sure about it. I'll have to think about it.

Also, I think "mystic" moonshade is alright, but perhaps another first name could be better. Also, Spark Stardust for Hanzo is still up in the air. I'll see if it sticks... I wanted he and Gizmo to have a family naming convention that fit with Stardust Industries, but it is a bit unusual to have the exact same word in their names by MLP standards... I was going for something like the Pie family names, but I'm not too sure about "Spark." It's just okay.

Saber Frost, Cold Steel, and Radiant Ember are my favorite names so far. Coming up with pony names is surprisingly fun. It's great when I can get some phonetic similarities in as well haha. (Radiant Ember - Rei Mekaru anyone?)

[demodraws0606]

Okay so I have made a really bad post trying to descredit Eden taking the tape as something super important so I'm just gonna drop the actual post I was preparing instead of trying to catch Eden!Culprit theories with a half baked post.

The main issue I'm having with Eden!Culprit theories right now is mostly because of stubborness that since Eden took the tape then she HAS to have done it even though if she was the culprit it would make 0 sense as to why she wouldn't just take the tape after Teruko and Ace left the room ? Like someone could've easily told her to take the tape, it's not that hard and it just makes more sense with the other evidence layed out for us.

The main reason I accepted Eden as the culprit before is because there were no possible culprits since Levi was pretty much confirmed innocent and there was still a likelyhood of Eden working for someone. However, this pretty much now rendered null and void. I swear all of this makes it sound like I have some grudge against this theory but I really need to put this subject to rest before the answer is probably revealed to us on friday. I want to make sure this theory is dead in the ground even if it's just for me personally, because it just has too many holes for me.

Also sorry if this seems mainly just a repeat of stuff I've already said, I'm not really good at structuring my posts :')

I've seen the argument that Arei actually wasn't knocked out with the turpentine because why would they bind her wrist then. However, we know she had to have been knocked because there is no struggle shown, either on her body or the floor of the playground. Weither she was suffocated or knocked out, the tape was still used on her wrist so this can't be something to be used against the idea of turpentine knocking her out. This means there is high likelyhood that it was used because it would make no sense for the culprit to just suffocate Arei before killing her (and again suffocating would show more signs of struggle than what we see on the crime scene).

There's also no other items that Arei could've been suffocated with other than the rope which would've left marks, the ball of starch clearly is stuck together most likely by turpentine which means it would've been used to knock out someone.

This would mean the culprit had to have used the turpentine to knock out Arei as well, meaning the culprit had to have gotten their hands on the turpentine.

I also refuse the idea of Eden trying to kill Ace, not only because I just find it ridiculous from a character standpoint but mainly because we know it was Hu's murder weapon that was used against Ace (the wire) considering there is no evidence of any other wire existing in this killing game that would be sharp enough to slice someone's throat. Hu's wire is part of the weapons which is evidence alone that it would be sharp enough to harm Ace bc otherwise what purpose does a wire serve. I don't believe for a second that Hu would just have her weapon lying around for anyone to yoink, unlike the turpentine which we know had to have been used by Nico and Rose when they were painting together.

In fact the story has made it clear how complicated taking someone weapon's is by having Arei's weapon only being available after she discarded it. The same can be said of the turpentine which was used out in the open and would make it easy to take with Rose's absent mindedness. If taking someone's weapon was just as easy as that, they wouldn't have given us the scene of Arei throwing out her rope like that in the first place.

Eden also has no reason to want to replicate Ace's murder onto Arei, there's basically no logical motivation behind that. In fact the progression between Ace's attempted and Arei's succesful murder proves alone that it's the same culprit (if the turpentine's existence wasn't enough). We can see the progression of the culprit trying to avoid the same mistakes they committed with Ace's failed murder (trying to snap Arei's neck to avoid the possibility of her getting saved last minute like Ace, bounding her hands potentially to make her more stable to lift upwards).

We don't even know if she figured out how the murder even worked considering it was completely undone when Teruko and Eden saw it.

Even the timing of when Eden knew about the clothing is off. We know the ball of clothing is probably sticky due to the turpentine because there is no other leads to explain why this ball of clothing is even a thing in this murder case. Turpentine is both clear and sticky, which would explain how the ball of clothing is both clear of stains and sticking together like that. Considering also that we know for a fact Ace was knocked out, and I don't think the culprit straight just shoved a jar of turpentine on his face, they most likely used some sort of tissue to smother them with (meaning it couldn't have been used to asphexiate Arei). This means the ball of clothes was used in Ace's attempted murder.

Eden only knew about the clothing change from Hu, we can only assume the same day that Ace's was murdered and probably not long before the attempt. This both clears Eden going to the changing room as the ""ball of starch"" was most likely already created before that, the only arguemnt it could be used for is that she was trying to retrieve it but it barely makes sense.

In terms of the timing of when Eden knew about the clothes and Ace's murder, if Hu only told her the same night that Ace was almost murdered it makes the timing insanely more difficult to justify. Unlike Hu who would have the pieces ready way more in advance.

All of these contradictions cannot be debunked by saying "well Eden took the tape", as it could easily be explained by the culprit asking her to take the tape from the gym or her just taking it without purpose and then the culprit getting their hands on it later.

The Eden!Culprit theory is barely hanging onto one piece of shakey evidence that can easily be broken by one justification.

If Nico can't be the culprit despite having the turpentine (well I don't think they do but 99 pourcent of Eden!culprit theories rely on Eden not really committing the attempted murder of Ace) then Eden doesn't have to be the culprit taking the tape.

The only way you can argue Eden is the culprit is if she tried to kill Ace, however this is impossible because of Hu's weapon. This is basically the summary of my main issue with the whole Eden!Culprit theory.

[deanwasalwaysbi]

Misha and Jensen discuss filming the despair confession & Jensen and Rob discuss filming their last scenes as well, at SPN ATL 2023

It's the LAAAAST QUESTION

[wheels-of-despair]

Under Pressure | Eric x You vs. The Apocalypse | Series Masterlist

Chapter Ten: No More Suffering Summary: You and Eric settle into an apocalyptic routine. Words: 2.3k

(Contains a breakdown and dark thoughts about the desire to not exist.)

The secret to getting a good night's sleep is emotional exhaustion at the end of the world. Who knew?

You and Eric had talked until the early hours of the morning, then laughed so hard that you physically ached. You'd finally fallen asleep, and didn't come out of your trauma comas until noon.

You share breakfast and decide to try your luck with the emergency radio you'd received a few years ago from a Secret Santa. Thanks, someone in the office. Hope you were out of town on the day the monsters came for Manhattan.

You plug a pair of earbuds in, give one to Eric, and sit together on the floor under the living room window. You carefully click the little radio on, turning up the volume just enough to hear static before twisting the dial through the channels.

Nothing.

There's nothing out there. You turn the radio off and put it on a nearby shelf, mouth dry and heart sinking. You're on your own.

You soon find out that there's not much to do during the apocalypse, but it's nice having someone to do it with. You and Eric are constant companions, and you're grateful to have him with you. He keeps you from worrying about every other person in your life. By day three, you begin to suspect that his presence is the only thing keeping you sane.

You spend most of your time in the bedroom, where it's quietest. That's also where it's easiest to keep him off his injured feet. You whisper long conversations. You play cards. You discover that the best way to put together jigsaw puzzles is on your stomachs, lying across the bed and reaching down to piece the puzzle together on the floor so it won't have to be moved when it's time for a nap.

There's a lot of napping.

After about a week into the end of the world, you start to get a little stir crazy. Lying on the living room floor with the windows open does provide a little fresh air and vitamin D, but it isn't the same as being outside. Your trash is starting to pile up. The smell isn't great.

If you'd known the end times were coming, you would have stocked your cabinets better. You're longing for a hot meal. Or a cold one. To fill up a cart at the grocery store, or stop by the corner market on the way home and grab something quick, or order takeout. At least you managed to clean the good stuff out of the fridge before it went bad. Now you're getting to the point where you're glad you didn't throw out those stale crackers when their expiration date passed.

But Eric never complains. As long as things are quiet, he's a calm and comforting companion.

"What do you think we'd be doing right now, if the world hadn't ended?" Eric asks, placing a card down in between you on the bed.

"I'd be at work," you answer quietly, laying down one of your own. "And you'd be at school."

"No, I mean if we weren't the dumbest people left alive. If we were doing things together."

"Like, if we'd taken a day off to hang out?" you ask, looking up at him in the dim light with a grin. He nods. "Hm…" you hum. "I think you probably would've stayed over the night before. So we could get the most out of this day off. And we'd start with a big breakfast, of course, so we'd have energy for our big day out. What would we make?"

"Pancakes," he smiles. "And sausage."

"Maybe a few eggs too," you suggest, "for protein." Eric nods in agreement. "Then where are we off to?"

"A museum of some sort," Eric says, after thinking about it for a moment. "I want to see some ancient wonders of the world."

"Good plan," you grin, putting down your cards. This game is much more fun. "I vote for the Museum of Natural History. Best fossils in town. So many exhibits. The hours fly by in there."

"Where is that?" Eric puts his cards down too, shifting to get more comfortable.

"Right next to Central Park."

"Can we have a picnic there after?"

"Absolutely, we can," you smile. "Are we buying food on the way, or packing our own?"

"Packing," he answers. "Turkey sandwiches."

"What else?" you prompt, watching the excitement on his face.

"Chips… and…" His face falls. "Guess all the crunchy stuff's out."

"Not on this trip," you remind him. "Because everything's normal. We're just two not-dumb friends crunching away on a picnic blanket in the park. Bring all the crunchy stuff. Chips. Carrot sticks. Celery. Maybe some nice crunchy cookies to balance out all that health food."

"Maybe we made them the night before?" he suggests.

"Oh, we can't take cookies you made out into public, where people can see them," you say seriously. Eric's face falls. "Because they're so damn pretty, people are gonna be trying to buy them from us. Very distracting." He grins. "What's next?"

"Uh…"

"How about a nap? Right there in the park. Stretched out on our picnic blanket, soaking up the sun, not a care in the world."

"Yeah," he sighs dreamily.

"Then what?"

"Maybe an art gallery or something?"

"You want to know a secret about art galleries?" you whisper with a wicked grin. Eric nods. "The worse the art is, the more fun it is." Confusion clouds his face. "Because we get to make fun of it. Quietly, of course. So the artist's feelings aren't hurt. But honestly, some of these dickbags deserve it. Your brother took me to a square exhibit once. It was literally just squares. Painted on square canvases."

Eric snorts, then clamps his hand across his mouth. You both stop breathing for a few seconds, listening closely. Nothing. You let out a collective sigh of relief and collapse on the bed. Nap time.

The next morning, you wake up to what feels like an empty bed. You reach over to make sure, and your hand lands on a piece of paper. You feel around for the flashlight, squint at the sudden brightness, and read: "Get dressed (in something other than pajamas) and meet me in the kitchen."

You pull some real clothes out of the closet and quickly get dressed, feeling a little odd to be out of your pajamas for the first time in a week. It's the end of the world, dammit. Fuck an underwire.

You open the door quietly and creep toward the kitchen with a stifled yawn, wondering what's in store.

The sight takes your breath away.

The sun is streaming through the kitchen window in beautifully defined rays, but your eyes lock onto the man standing in front of it. Specifically, on his cardigan. You bought it as a birthday gift for your husband, back before he was your husband. It was his favorite. How many times had you leaned your head against it while you watched TV with him? How many mornings had you come into the kitchen to find him wrapped in it and glowering at the coffee maker for taking too long? You've missed that thing so fucking much, you could burst.

He turns, as if he senses your presence, and comes to you. The sun's rays cling to him like they don't want to let go. Just like you're never going to, ever again.

"Good morning," he whispers as his face comes into view.

Eric.

It's Eric.

Your vision blurs. Your knees give out. Eric catches you as the tears start to fall. You cover your mouth with your hand and fight as hard as you can to keep your cries silent, but it's not enough. Eric holds you to him, trying to muffle the noise, but it's still not enough.

Eric drags you back to the bedroom with no windows, dumps you on the bed, and closes the door.

"Love, you've got to be quiet," he whispers frantically, face inches away from yours. "Please," he begs, trying to soothe you by stroking your hair. "They'll hear us."

You turn your face into the blankets and bring your knees to your chest, trying to contain your cries and keep yourself from falling apart. Eric settles himself behind you, pressing his body to yours and holding you tight. You eventually run out of tears, too exhausted to even turn around and apologize for almost getting him killed.

"I'm sorry," you breathe into the blackness of the room.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Is anyone?" you respond cynically.

"What did I do?"

"Hm?"

"What did I do wrong?" he asks.

If you had any more tears left in you, you'd unleash them. He thinks you had a meltdown because he did something wrong. You summon all the strength you can and turn over, wrapping an arm around him.

"You didn't do anything wrong," you whisper into his chest. "Nothing at all." He doesn't ask, but he deserves to know why. "I saw the sweater at the window, and I thought it was your brother."

"Oh, god," he sighs. "I'm sorry, it was stupid, I shouldn't have taken--"

"Shh," you cut him off. "You didn't do anything wrong."

You lie there quietly for a while, letting the battle inside you rage, until you can't take it anymore.

"I don't think he was planning to come home," you confess.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… he met someone who could give him what I couldn't, and I don't think he was planning to come home after his year was up. And the thought of losing him forever has been eating me alive."

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"Don't be," you say quickly. "I want him to be happy. That's what I've always wanted, because I love him, and he's an amazing person, and he deserves to be happy." You feel the tears welling up again. "I just thought it'd be with me."

You wish you could stop the words from coming, but now that you've started, they just won't stop.

"We were supposed to be together forever," you whimper. "I loved him more than life itself, and he left, and my world ended. And then the actual world ended. And I don't know if he's alive, or if I'll ever see him again, and… I don't think I know how to live without him."

Eric strokes your hair while you fight another wave of tears.

"I meant that I'm sorry I wasn't here for you," he whispers.

"No," you sigh. "I'm sorry. He told me he'd met someone a few days after your birthday. And I shut down and shut everyone out when I should have seen how much you needed a friend. I should have been inviting you over for dinner every weekend. Hell, I should have asked you to move in. We could have suffered together."

"If we'd had each other, maybe we wouldn't have suffered," Eric says softly. You wish you could believe that.

"We're together now," you sniffle, pulling yourself closer to him. "When does the suffering stop?"

Eric sighs, his breath ruffling your hair.

"Right now."

You chuckle. "Right now?"

"Right now," he repeats, his voice completely serious.

"Okay," you whisper, smiling into his chest. "No more suffering."

"And no more secrets," he adds.

"Anything you'd like to confess?" you ask. He thinks for a moment.

"I cried when I got your Easter basket."

"I believe the note specifically stated that it was not an Easter basket," you grin, drying your eyes on your sleeve. "It was a standard-issue care package."

"There was a stuffed rabbit in it," he reminds you.

"Okay, maybe it had a tiny bit of an Easter theme," you admit with a chuckle. "I didn't want anyone to make fun of you."

Originally, the plan had been to invite Eric over to spend a few days with you around Easter. But Evan decided that he'd rather go to a resort in Salt Lake City with what's-his-face than to come home. You didn't want to have to explain it to Eric. So instead of inviting him over, you sent him another care package, just like in the fall. Easy-to-prepare food, and snacks… and egg-shaped chocolates and marshmallow peeps and maybe a really cute stuffed rabbit. Assembling that box for him was the highlight of your April.

"I loved it," he whispers. "I loved feeling like I mattered to someone."

"You do," you assure him, "you matter more than you know."

Eric gives you a little squeeze and kisses the top of your head.

"Anything else you'd like to get out?" he asks.

You contemplate for a moment. Do you tell him?

No more suffering, he'd said. No more secrets.

"That day your brother called to tell me you were in the hospital," you say slowly, "I was sitting at my desk, thinking about going home… and going to bed… and what a relief it would be to never wake up."

You feel so much lighter, having finally admitted it.

"But you saved me," you whisper. "You gave me a reason to carry on. To crawl out from under my desk and get to the hospital and bring you home and keep you safe."

"We saved each other," he sniffs.

"Here, at the end of the fucking world," you shake your head, "this is where we find reasons to live."

"Dumbest people left alive," Eric remembers. You can hear the smile in his voice. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you smile, nuzzling your cheek into him. "Wait, why did you make me get dressed this morning?"

[dazais-guardian-angel]

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

[asofterepilogue]

there's so much I dislike (being polite and generous about it) about the vengeance saga and 600 strike specifically, but I am not immune to the satisfaction of hearing odysseus take out his misery on someone who caused so much of it, especially after basically two sagas of barely hearing from him at all.

it doesn't make much sense and it doesn't really compel me, but odysseus deserves to rip someone apart.

[daz4i]

yknow i really really try to see where people are coming from, usually. as in i try to understand why they do the things they do. but. when it comes to my country's politicians. i just can't seem to figure out how a person can disregard human life so much. like man it's one thing when you look at monarchs centuries ago who literally did not understand that other people are just like them bc they were born to think so, but these politicians supposedly all started as normal people, yet it feels like they don't see anyone but themselves, and that's just insane to me. like i have met selfish or self centered people in my life but never at this level. i can't comprehend this. they are literally like evil cartoon villains it's actually insane

[ohwowanotherdanganronpablog22]

Happy birthday Kakeru!!!

[mystiquedrops]

help i sent you the last ask but i sent it before i could finish typing- basically, i was searchign for whit angst then found your stuff and it just encouraged me enough to actually write smth so i wanted to thank you and show you lol

I AM SO SORRY FOR LATE REPLY- I WAS AT SCHOOL-

And wait, I ACTUALLY ENCOURAGED YOU??? WIAHSIWBWJHWBW

IDK WHAT TO SAY TO THAT, BUT I'M SO GLAD I DID 🥹🥹🥹 YOU'RE WELCOME

And, TTYTYSSMM FOR READING MY FIC !! (Correct me if I misinterpreted that. But TYSM FOR SEEING MY STUFF IN GENERAL 🥹🥹)

Excuse me- sorry for sounding too excited 😭💀

Anyways,

! If anyone wants to read it, and support the person, here's the link !!

LIKE HONESTLY?? YOUR FIC IS SO GOOD WRITTEN OMGG!! I LOVE the characterizations so much-

And I like how you referenced the FTEs with the "bitter" mentions ! (I hope I didn't misinterpret that- please correct me if I'm wrong)

Thank you again for showing me this ! I enjoyed reading it and hope you goodluck on writing more fics ! 🥹

(Sorry if this was awkward, I don't know how to respond to asks since I rarely get them-)

[jaggedjot]

psychologically preparing myself for the next episode by predicting the most upsetting things that could happen

[hihogandalfaway]

thinking about the line "humans and dragons cannot live together" like

Furious

you did

for a thousand years you did

and then I thought about how the Wodensfang refuses to join Furious' despair and rage and it's the fundamental difference between them - Furious saw his big brother murdered and spent a hundred years in chains, but the Wodensfang was healed by human hands and saw a thousand years of peace

and that's why he can't truly betray Hiccup the Third, because the ghost of Hiccup the First won't let him