#whatever.....look at my sillyguy

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id: a stylized, digital painting of robo-ky from guilty gear. he’s shown from his head to a little below the shoulders, facing the viewer and holding a tangerine in front of his face, which obscures it partially. he’s wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up. the background shows trees, a blue but slightly cloudy sky and the sun in the upper right corner. end id

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3 November: Unraveling

Hello everybody and welcome to Keefe wandering around in the forbidden cities, delivered to you each day dracula daily style! Yes the plot is inspired by the crane wives song that I then borrowed for the title. Anyway I'm not done writing this yet and school might make that an issue but I do have a buffer of about a week and a vague plan for where the story will go if keefe allows it so here's hoping for the best.

Word count: 674

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TW: threats of physical violence against Cassius, mild Keefe angst over his new abilities

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I once loved a tailor who took eager care of me Sewed together my loose ends with stitches neat and clean But now my love is gone And I am left unraveling Unraveling

Keefe Sencen's Journal

First day in the Forbidden Cities. No, not even that much. First half a day in the Forbidden cities. Four hours and counting. I still have ink stained on the side of my hand from the letter I left Foster Sophie. I’ve spent most of the day writing and rewriting phrases in my head, wishing I could go back and change things. Change everything. Not embrace the change and all that, but I guess that’s too much to ask now. Exile, I’d go back to before I was summoned into existence like the little science project I am and kick Cassius in the nuts if I were given the chance. Although then I don’t know how I would have existed to do that, but that’s beside the point. I’d figure out a way. Well, to be completely fair, I’d tell Dex to go figure it out but I’d trust him implicitly, which is basically the same thing. It’s a shame I fucked over his entire family before I left. I know I should try to tell myself that it’s just a matter of time, that Rex was always going to be talentless, but now Dex gets to lie to everybody about what could be one of the biggest aspects of Lex’s life. Ah, elvin culture. Such a fair and just system with no flaws whatsoever. Whatever Gisela’s plans are with me, I doubt that particular bombshell was one of them, but it’s something I’ll never forgive her or myself for. I can’t let her promote me from a pawn to a rook, although that's probably already happened. Maybe I’m supposed to be a knight stuck in a 3x3 board, but I’ve found another dimension. I’ve found a way to escape this game. 

Stars, look at this nerd using a chess metaphor unironically. I don’t know if that or the fact that I feel the need to justify myself to a piece of paper is worse. I just know I played (read: lost) a game of chess in some park today, and it was a surprisingly entertaining ten minutes of my life. It’s not like I had anything better to do. Or have anything better to do tomorrow. Or ever. It’s equal parts liberating and daunting that this could be the rest of my existence for thousands of years, or at least as long as the human authorities don’t figure out that I’m here. 

New life goal acquired: be the cranky old man in the park, a menace to society on a microcosmic scale. Just ever so slightly a burden to everyone’s existence. It’s not like I can do a whole lot to contribute to society with my lack of any valid identification or access to a birth fund. You can add that to the list of things I should have asked Dex about before I left, but no, I didn’t think through anything. I’m incapable of making rational decisions. Whatever. It’s still for the best. I’ll figure it out. 

And now I’m here, rambling my thoughts into a diary, of all things. I guess I don’t know why I felt the need to bring a notebook with me from the Forbidden Cities, let alone document my experiences, but it feels…surprisingly unfeeling. Not in the numb way I know is ever approaching on my horizon—I can feel the humans walking down the street blocks away without even trying—but right now, I’m in that perfect sweet spot of just using enough brain power to keep me from going off on three tangents simultaneously but not so much that I actually have to try, because there isn’t a faster way to get me to stop doing something than to make it require effort. I am nothing if not obscenely stubborn when it comes to being minimally productive, even if these last few hundred words are a testament to the opposite phenomenon.

I’m going to give this three days, max before I completely give up on this endeavour. Until then, I shall see thee to-morrow.

[fluffypotatey]

alright back in my dorm. let’s go

so, to explain the cactus ring, i gotta go back to the beginning.

the first episodes of the third life smp (season one of the life series) came out on this day three years ago. (i’ve already explained the main life series gimmick so i will assume you are familiar by now)

one of the most notable events from this episode is grian’s life debt.

you see, grian, being a tricky little guy, led a creeper into a large group of people, hoping to give everyone a scare. however, the creeper exploded (as they often do), killing scar in the process. out of regret at accidentally taking his first life, grian pledged his own first life to scar- as long as his name was green, he would do whatever scar told him to

and so the toxic yaoi begins

grian and scar went on to lay claim to the entire desert, which took up a significant portion of the world map (they’re enclosed in a 700x700 space by a world border btw), in an attempt at claiming a monopoly on sand.

scar Loves scamming people. in session 2, he managed to obtain a set of enchanted armor without actually doing any work himself, by convincing visitors to the desert to swap armor with him in exchange for “reputation points”. this worked despite grian warning everyone against it because scar is the minecraft equivalent of a high charisma dnd character who can’t stop rolling 20’s

scar would also frequently take his armor off to show off his skin (which was shirtless with big muscles) and then forget to put it back on. every time this happened grian would shriek “SCAR, PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!” and it was funny every time. local sillyguy can’t stop getting naked

in session 3, scar accidentally died again because he wasn’t looking where he was going and ended up falling in a big hole. meaning he was on his red life- the first red life ever- and grian was still bound to him.

at this point, scar was allowed to kill people, but wasn’t very good at pvp or making traps. grian is good at making explosive traps, Loves killing people, and has a lot of ideas on how to do it, but isn’t allowed to. the solution? grian uses his servitude to scar as an excuse to kill people by pulling the old “i was just following orders, scar made me!” while also gleefully murdering people and being the one to come up with and suggest the ideas on how to do it

(because grian’s doing what scar says and acting helpless, but at the same time he was very much the one with the power there, and for all his complaining he enjoyed allying with scar quite a lot)

fast forward to session 6, where grian finally loses his green life and is no longer indebted to scar. he’s spent the whole time up til now complaining and saying that the Second he dies, he’s out- but then he realizes he can’t leave scar, and goes back to him anyways, in a W move for toxic yaoi

fast forward again to session 8. there are only three people left: grian, scar, and bdubs (whose unending loyalty had been bought by scar about five minutes beforehand). grian’s on yellow, scar and bdubs are both red- and scar turns on grian, using bdubs to knock him down to his red life. grian is understandably pissed, and returns hungry for revenge for scar’s betrayal- only for scar to murder bdubs himself, apologize, and willingly surrender himself to grian.

scar says “for everything you have done to keep me alive this long, you may slay me and take the enchanter.” (scar had been fixated on stealing rendog’s enchanting table for several weeks at this point). grian says “no, i can’t, i licherally can’t. the spectators want a fight.”

the other people who had lost their third life that day were still hanging around in spectator mode, and they wanted a final fight between grian and scar. so the two head up back together to the ruins of their base in the desert, and use the cactus they have left to construct a fighting ring.

grian and scar then remove all of their armor and weapons, (previously established as getting naked btw), and proceed to beat each other to death in the ring of cactus with their bare hands, apologizing to each other the whole time.

tumblr being the gay sex website, we as a fandom agreed that this was undeniably gay sex in its truest form, and thus the phrase “they fucked in that cactus ring” was born!

tldr: happy birthday third life

everything makes sense now

[wiihtigo]

26 28 37, all for booster

26. What’s the worst costume design for [x]?

I know ted made him these out of the love in his heart but WHY IS MY BOOSTER SO FUCKING UGLY

28. What’s a popular fandom take you disagree with about [x]?

literally asked you out loud about this question and juts decided to steal your answer because i agree with it. Comic writers do this too but when ted is made out to be the straight man in their relationship....remind yourself on whose idea club jli was....i miss when ted was the major sillyguy and booster had a mild anxiety disorder.

37. I wish fandom/official writers understood ___ about [x].

this question stressed me out because theres so much i love about booster i got overwhelmed. Uaammmmm. Ok a lot of writers who dont see into boosters soul can fall for his shallow persona and depict him being like stupid and ignorant of peoples feelings...just one specific example is that moment in dc vs vampires when jayna is crying and worried about her twin brother being missing and possibly died and hes like :) lol what if he just ran away from you because he doesnt like you? and everyones like DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and hes like WHAT!!!! WHATD I SAY!! ...and its like..ok..i get when booster isnt a main player in a story idgaf if hes flattened to his surface traits. but when youre a boosterhead like me its like >THEY DONT KNOW BOOSTER IS A TWIN AND WOULDNT BE THAT THOUGHTLESS ABOUT JAYNAS WORRYING!!!!!

booster is an incredibly emotional and empathetic person to the point of even fucking him up and i think a good example of that is when he hung out with superman in his 86 solo and they went to go mess with alien politics. he was able to be tricked because he fell for a sob story and made some impulsive decisions superman had to slap him on the wrist for but as soon as he saw he was wrong he apologized and made things right (cry)

i mean i think most people (i hope) know that booster doesnt REALLY only care about showing off but it goes deeper than that....the quarterly with him and Geraldine...the entirety of booster gold 2007 being that he has to come to terms with losing his best friend to live for his family...he has such a big heart when he loves someone he loves them to DEATH!!!!! I think thats a big reason why everyone was disappointed with blue and gold...huge part of ted and boosters relationship is that theyre mutually obsessed with eachother like to a crazy degree. but in blue and gold and in all their current dc appearances since theyve just been fist bumping and calling eachother Bro and its like whatever. but its crazy because theirrelationship has never been that way before..? theyve never been depicted as being so bro-ey....in fact they were so attached at the hip that people looked at the two of them and went "are they....you know" (remember "people will talk" "yeah ok as if they dont already"..WHAT WERE THEY THINKIIING)

sorry again for swiping other peoples commentary to cite here but kiara posted these months ago and theyve stuck in my head because #co-signed

in blue and gold they just feel so hollow...i know this has turned from "what happened to boosters whimsy" to "heres how we kill blue and gold" but it ties together in my mind. my bottom line thoughts are that i hate when hes written like an asshole because hes too self absorbed to think about anyone but himself. but i do like it when hes an asshole because he thought so hard about world hunger he punched the first person he saw. what am i saying my thoughts on booster gold are just this

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16 November: Unraveling

(sorry there wasn't anything yesterday or at a reasonable time today but I simply could not figure out how to make myself write)

Word count: 559

General Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @faggot-friday @kamikothe1and0nly @nyxpixels @florida-preposterously

@poppinspop @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @corruption-exe @rusted-phone-calls

@when-wax-wings-melt @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @hi-imgrapes

@callum-hunt-is-bisexual @callas-pancake-tree @hi-my-name-is-awesome @katniss-elizabeth-chase @sillyguy-supreme

@void-kill @thefoxysnake

Unraveling Project Specific Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed/upgraded): @cutebisexualmess @crippling-pages @daizythegreat @sophiefostersno1stan @iggydancebreak

@theleopardstalker @you-will-meet-your-downfall @multi-fandom-lunatic

TW: the usual Swearing and mild Keefe angst

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Keefe Sencen's Journal

    Ignore the fact that I haven’t written in this thing recently because I was too lazy to write the past couple of days. Honestly I don’t really know why I bother with it. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to want to go back and relive some of the shit from the past two…? Weeks. Yeah. I think it’s been two weeks now. It feels like it should be more than that. I feel like it would’ve been funny to make a bingo card predicting the wild shit I’d get myself into while I’m here in the Forbidden Cities. 

    It would also be funny if mother dearest found this thing and immediately regretted all of her life decisions after having to experience my thought patterns about Florent. I also want to take the time to mention that I have had many, many more objectively worse thoughts that I have not given the dignity of being written down. You’re welcome. 

    So, what’s happened since the last time I bothered to put effort into recording history for the future generations that would surely be interested in my recordings? Uh, well, I accidentally have a boyfriend now. He’s so fucking hot. I can’t even put it into words. I look at him and my brain juices just evaporate. It’s great. I never needed those brain juices anyway. 

    Ninety percent of our conversation is him infodumping about whatever plant is nearest, and being that I don’t know jack fucking shit about plants so I’m just left grasping for straws with whatever basic facts I have on hand about plants. It turns out, most of those plants do not live in the Forbidden Cities.

    This would be fine, except it means Florent thinks that I’m writing my own Lord of the Rings Part 2: Electric Boogaloo with even more worldbuilding than the original. I don’t think I knew any of the words in the previous sentence last week. This is heavily concerning on many levels. I am concerned. 

    Anyway that means I’ve been drafted to play DnD. I do not know what that implies but apparently I would be good at it. I mean, if it requires making up random bullshit, then maybe I’ve got a chance. I’m very good at spouting nonsense, if I do say so myself. 

    In other news, the real reason why I sat down to write today, Florent snuck up behind me today. That would not normally be a remarkable event, and normally I would just have the shit scared out of me and then move on with my life, but it made me realise something that I do not want to consciously acknowledge. There’s a reason I’ve been rambling about other shit to avoid talking about this. A week ago, I would’ve felt his emotions behind me, even several meters away. I’m sitting here, staring at people across the street, and even when I try, I can barely feel anything.

    I’m going to be real with you, I do not like the implications there. Nerfing my abilities was kind of the whole point, but I’m afraid of being numb. It’s just another way to hurt the people that I care about, and there are already so many ways. I don’t need more, but it’s what has to be done. At least I can still feel for now.

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5 November: Unraveling

Word count: 700

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TW: Swearing, unreality (do you remember how there's those cameras exist in the human world? Yeah...that's going to show up once every couple of days. I just want to be careful)

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A transcript of Keefe's conversation with the human

    It’s a moderately nice day, in terms of human weather, and the density of particulates makes the world just a little fuzzy. Keefe appears to be suffering from a very faint case of altitude sickness-like symptoms. 

    He raises his arm to wave across the park. 

    The human he has taken a liking to smiles, asking, “Back here again?” and, more sarcastically, “You really don’t have a life.” 

    Keefe shrugs, leaning backward in the chair as he appears to be having a cerebral haemorrage. 

    She sits across from him, and reaches out a hand for a handshake. For whatever reason, Keefe has refused each time, though his face reddens at the gesture as he looks at his own hands in his lap before popping his knuckles, the sound loud and jarring. 

    “If I win today’s match, you have to tell me your name. I don’t care how—you get to figure it out. I’m tired of talking to my mates about the random guy in the park that definitely isn’t a weirdo,” she says, setting the pieces out on the back two rows. 

    Keefe nods, and points at her, likely in an attempt to say “back at you”, to which she replies that her name is Taylor. This is not particularly useful in narrowing down her identity, as there was a spike in Taylors right around the time she was born, including in Australia. Even then, it does limit the search field quite a lot. 

    Keefe spends most of the match thinking about something that is not chess, though Telepathy is not applicable in this particular case to find out exactly what was going on inside his mind. Instead, he uses his brain power to hang his queen.

    Taylor moves a pawn forward and declares, “Checkmate. Pay up.” 

    Keefe tears off a corner out of his notebook and writes down his name, apparently, though it is in human script. All of his notebooks hitherto have been in what seems to be the same script, and, thus, reading them is proving to be a bit of a challenge. 

    Taylor replies, “Damn, I was kind of hoping for a whole Little Mermaid situation out of this. Just goes to show how avoidable the conflict was—oh, come on! You’ve never seen the Little Mermaid? What rock have you been living under? ”

    Keefe shrugs, a look of complete ignorance plainly obvious on his face, though it seems as though he does not want to admit that out loud. Nobody tell him that his attempt failed. 

    “Come on,” Taylor says, grabbing at his jacket sleeve and dragging him across the board. Whatever her plans, they are likely not to cause too much trouble for him in the grand scheme of poor decisions he might make. 

SMS from Taylor to Silas, who appears to be her friend

Taylor: Family feud time. Guess the park guy’s name.

Silas: Can I get a hint?

Taylor: No.

Silas: Rude, and, quite honestly, unfair. 

           Speve

           *Steve

Taylor: Lmao

              You’re not that far off lol.

              Got the right number of letters and two are even in the right spot.

Silas: What can I say? I’m just that good.

Taylor: No you’re not. 

Silas: :( 

           Fuck you too, I guess. 

Taylor: His name is canonically Keefe

Silas: …

           You’re into that shit? 

           What kind of old man ass name is that? 

Taylor: Says the guy with the last name O’Keefe.

              You’re just jealous.

Silas: That’s not my fault

Taylor: And it’s not my fault that park guy is hot. 

Silas: and also apparently bad at chess

Taylor: Hey. 

              He’s just easily distractible. 

              That’s honestly such a fucking mood.

Silas: You are an insufferable human being. 

Taylor: I know :D

Keefe Sencen's Journal

    Shorter entry today because I had a very long day so now I want to sleep but instead I get to overanalyse literally everything and now I would like to go to bed if only to dream of all the ways I will royally fuck up this literal nothing of a relationship I’ve got going. Name drop went tolerably and in exchange I got to learn what a movie is, so that’s nice. Ariel was making bad decisions all over the place. She’s just like me fr.