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rick riordan off the shits

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Oh my fucking god Jon’s stuck in the (world wide) web

Jon dot em pee three

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WOUAGH LITTLE GUYS!!!!!!!

Merry crisis ! Now we’re all chibis lol

@peppermintchaos @when-are-you-coming-back-steve @hihello-what-is-chaos-doing @countdown-til-sanders-take-over @parker-shut-up @digital-sigil @psychedelicships

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Joshua Gillespie really is the only person in 200 episodes with survival instincts huh

He really said “no thanks” to all the entities knocking at his door

#The Magnus archives

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Why did I hear about matpat being impregnated by springtrap in the books in a passing post what the fuck and can you please explain and also what’s the time traveling ball pit. I have so many questions but Gerard way is apparently doing music so I’m sold for the movie. But what the fuck?

so fnaf has these silly little books that are collections of short stories right? they're sort of like parallel universes to the "main" fnaf timeline. one of said stories in one of these books involved a man named matt having a little baby spring trap crawl out of his stomach. it is universally acknowledged that his name in matt bc of matpat. the ballpit time travel was also in these books and you really just have to accept that this kid crawled into a ballpit while being chased by a murder robot then ended up in the 80s

#📝 interesting

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This is also the only completed thing I’ve got. tbh it’s just been sitting in my phone for months lmao

Also I think their hero name should be heavy matal because pun but also the turtle species mata mata @psychedelicships

#WOUAGH……..

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YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Hi Green! I finished Down Amoung Sticks and Bones and I've started beneath the sugar sky! I'm on chapter 5!

OOOO BET BET WHATCHA THINK OF STICKS AND BONES 👀👀👀👀

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Where are you watching monster high? If it’s a perfectly legal website my I please have the link I want so badly to be a monster high fan

you can watch the original g1 webseries on youtube, there's most of them here: https://twitter.com/mhepisodes/status/1598064367161208832

#HOORAY!!!!

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the puppet is literally just a normal puppet, not like most horror movies that contain puppets that are like. Possessed or something. Billy is literally a normal puppet that just happens to get featured in murder instructional videos

the saw puppet dude is Billy!!!! Doesn’t have a name in canon but the cast and crew while making the movie called him Billy :)

Pfff so they looked at the, from my understanding, evil puppet, and named him Billy

Sounds about right

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Me when I’m uhhh a little silly goofy and make a 2k+ word fic on ocean au. Whoops

Anyways beta and ash lore yippie!!!!!! @psychedelicships @hihello-what-is-chaos-doing

The universe was constantly expanding.

Every inch was a breakthrough, every speck of rock and dust and air clashed against each other to form something new. No two products were the exact same, just as the sum of their parts weren’t ever identical.

Quasars held the most respect. A temper from them could destroy an entire galaxy, and no one wanted to die from such a fate. Luckily, Quasars were also gluttons. So long as they were fed to their heart’s content, then peace would come easy to the galaxies.

Supernovas wept for their old lives. They destroy all those near and dear to them, and can do nothing but rot in their own decay. Supernovas are as good as dead. Supernovas live on anyways, because they cannot risk letting go if someone is still there to hold on to. They don’t realize that one cannot hold onto the dead, they don’t realize that they won’t have much to hold onto for long.

Stars are youthful. Stars hold pride. They beam with grandiose, they lure others in like spiders with their web. With planets and asteroids and whatever else could be pulled into their gravitational allure, Stars felt like royalty. It’s the only time they could, amongst the Black Holes and the Dwarves and all the other reminders that their main sequence is their prime. They toss their weight around the smaller celestial bodies that they can control. They know they’re not unbreakable. They use that to their advantage.

After all, what kingdom would kill a king, who could drag them all to hell with him?

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Ash regretted not stepping in sooner, but they didn’t regret it enough. They know that, had they went back in time, they wouldn’t have changed a thing.

The Sun God had enjoyed being King. Mercury’s God wept at the unbalanced temperature, constantly freezing or overheating and never getting a break from either. Venus’ God dared to have a beautiful planet, so the Sun God poisoned her very planet. Mars had been compressed and shrunken, doomed with two moons that would inevitably break its surface if the Mars God attempted to fix the Sun God’s “corrections.”

Everything goes the Sun God’s way.

Jupiter’s storm was too great, entrapping the arrogant god within its winds in an unbreakable boundary. Saturn’s God was blinded, with too many rings to see through and a surface too gassy to retreat in. Uranus was toppled on its side, leaving the god unable to pull itself up, no matter how desperately it tried to reposition its home.

Ash had gotten off easy. The God of Neptune was given nearly none of the Sun’s light, leaving the planet cold and isolated. It suited Ash just fine. They never wanted to be involved with the affairs of the celestial court. If they were forgotten and left to freeze, then so be it.

Everything goes the Sun God’s way.

That was before the Sun God had lingered on Earth. The Earth God wasn’t given any control over its own domain. The life they had worked so hard on had caught the Sun God’s attention, and he wanted to keep some for himself. Never mind the fact that the mortals couldn’t defend themselves like another god could try. Never mind that no mortal wanted to leave their Earth, just as the Earth God wanted them to stay.

Everything goes the Sun God’s way.

He found Beta to be the most intriguing. One of the wind nymphs blessed with the Earth God’s magic, who could reign over hydrogen and play with it like loose sprinkles on cookies. Beta was well adapted in its power, it was one of the first of its kind and knew how to show respect. It was connected to one of the few elements that thrives on the Sun’s surface.

It was perfect. It was blessed as one of Earth’s first creations, and it would be blessed again as one of the Sun’s first worshippers.

Everything goes the Sun God’s way.

Everything goes the Sun God’s way, until it doesn’t. Until he so graciously offers Beta a home on the Sun, and it shuns him. Until he tries again and again, utilizing tactics such as anger and fear and desperation, whatever mind game will kick that stubbornness out of its head. Yet the nymph did not budge, did not so much as spare him a second glance. It stayed with its fellow nymphs, it stayed in the skies. It was close enough to reach yet far enough to tease.

He had to make it obey. He had to show that everything goes his way. The solar system was his, as was all of its life. If the little nymph refused to see reason, then he’d make them see it.

Everything goes the Sun God’s way.

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Beta stormed through the trees, soaring through the leaves and close to the coarse dirt. It cut through the atmosphere like a bird’s wing. It made tornados and sandstorms and stroked fires to be taller than mountains. Each and every effort was futile against the Sun God.

He was no longer taking “no” for an answer, and it didn’t know what to do.

It hid under some shade, a place secluded enough from light to buy it some time. It shook with each labored breath, it’s hands unsteady and unrefined for a prayer, but it’s all Beta could offer.

It pleaded with Mercury’s God. It begged for the speed that no other planet has, and in exchange, it would help grow Mercury’s atmosphere into something more protective. It would spend eons helping if it had to, so long as Mercury’s God listened to it’s one prayer.

“Little nymph, stubborn nymph,” cooed it’s suitor, “have you forgotten? Mercury is trapped in his own hellish summer and unbearable winter. Mercury cannot protect you from me.”

The nymph scrambled out of hiding, and to other lands. Where the air was humid and uncomfortable, where the air would bend to Beta’s will into a horrifying tornado.

Within its new shelter, it began to pray again. It prayed to the God of Venus, to bless it with the poison in her winds. Should she do that, then Beta would help clean those same winds. It didn’t care how long or grueling the task was, it would commit. So long as she gave it the filth it begged for.

The Sun God chuckled, slowly unwavering the tornado into nothing more than a light breeze. “Little nymph, stubborn nymph,” he grinned, “who do you think poisoned Venus in the first place? She cannot protect you from me.”

Beta wasted no time in shooting off again. It searched for land filled with heat, filled with dry greenery and grains of sand. It haphazardly gathered the sand in its winds, surrounding itself in a storm so ferocious, any mortal would be blinded in moments.

Once again, it muttered a weak prayer. It begged the God of Mars to bless its storm with power. To make its storm filled with red-hot fury. If he could do that, then Beta promised to reign his moons away. To help him grow into his full size, just as he could help its storm become more.

The Sun God didn’t even let it finish this prayer. As it spoke, beams of light pierced the sand like arrows. He tsked in amusement, his behavior condescending and assured. “Little nymph, stubborn nymph,” he spoke, “who do you think powers Mars’ storms? He cannot protect you from me.”

It became a cycle, somehow. Beta would flee, would create a haphazard barrier and pray. Pray for Jupiter’s moons to guard it, for the strong chill in Saturn’s rings, for the wonderful distance Uranus had from the Sun.

The Sun God always found it. He mocked it, he laughed, he nearly had it in his grasp. The hunt was the most fun he’d had in years, he almost didn’t want it to stop. Had he not been enraged at the nymph for defying him, he might’ve tried to prolong the chase.

He still believed that he always got what he wanted.

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In desperation, in hope that can never be regained again, Beta hid in one of the Earth’s oceans.

It knew that staying submerged would draw the Sun God here. He could make all of the water dry up, kill all the creatures and plants in one fell swoop. Beta knew that it wouldn’t be enough to deter him. It never was.

It knew that the gods could not save it. They’d all been cursed by him in some way, and it shouldn’t expect anything from any of them. Even its own God of Earth had done nothing to save it. It was as alone as a Supernova.

And yet, with wispy tears and with fizzling hands, the nymph prayed to the last god it knew.

“God of Neptune,” it croaked, gaze staring right at the ocean’s surface, watching the light grow brighter and brighter, “God of the cold, God of the recluse and of the weary. I beg of thee to bless me with escape.”

It gasped as the light grew blinding. It knew that hiding anymore would be futile, but it hid into deeper waters anyways. It needed one god to hear it, just one. It needed to fight for its freedom or die trying.

“Bless me with escape,” it repeated, shrinking into the shadow’s embrace, “in any way you see fit. I care not for your requirements, I care not for any debt. For as long as you keep me hidden, I will do as you wish.”

It cowered further as the light grew. Beta could nearly hear the Sun God’s taunt, as if he had found a way into the ocean too. He’d probably laugh, or maybe he was angered enough to growl. He’d say, “little nymph, stubborn nymph, why call to Neptune? They are too far away to hear you. They cannot protect you from me.”

It wanted to scream at the Sun God, and it wanted to cry. It wanted to live in the bliss it had before the Sun God pursued. It wanted to believe that the Earth God wouldn’t have abandoned it in the face of peril.

Beta watched as the light grew brighter. It could feel the sun’s heat boiling the water. It shook in fury, it shook in despair. It shook in all the curses it wanted to yell at every god.

Every god had failed it. Abandoned it, chased it, ignored it. Left it to defend for itself while the predator got his way, as if it were nothing but a toy.

It curled in on itself. Beta could do nothing else but wait for the Sun God to find it. It couldn’t fight in a way that mattered, it couldn’t call to anyone else. It knew well enough that nothing could save it now.

Then, like droplets of ice, it felt something new embed itself into its wind. Beta felt magic that wasn’t as familiar as the Earth’s, nor as oppressive as the Sun’s. This magic was chilly, it was numbing. It was protective.

Beta felt the magic drag it up to the sky, above the water, and above the Sun God’s head. His lurking eyes went from giddy to shocked, before erupting into rage. Did he know something about this?

Beta turned to look around, and found another god on Earth’s surface. They weren’t as powerful as the Sun, nor did they fit in as well as Earth, but their presence matched the magic shrouding Beta. They didn’t bother to give it a glance, or any indication that they saw it rise. They merely glared at the Sun, and he glared right back.

“What are you doing?” He screeched, his anger a boiling crescendo. “Don’t you know that nymph is mine?”

Beta began to feel its wind tighten. Its form became less flexible and more solid. More cold than it’s ever been, more of a liquid.

The God of Neptune cocked their head, “is it? I think it’s a part of Earth. It doesn’t deserve to be forced on a Star.”

It felt it’s form separate, but it didn’t feel pain. Beta watched as molecules of air became water, beads of something new for the Earth.

“It deserves whatever I say it does! I’m the Sun, I am the ruler of this Solar System!”

“If it truly wanted to be with you,” continued Neptune’s God, as if the other hadn’t said a word, “then it wouldn’t become rain.”

The Sun God looked up, finally digesting the nymph’s new shape. Or rather, it’s lack of shape. What was once a transparent but clear life within the wind, now held one that was dripping. What was once the face and shape of Beta was now droplets of rainwater, falling and scattering into the ocean. Even if the Sun God could touch the water without drying it out, he would never find every piece that held Beta. He could never keep it in his clutches.

It couldn’t help but feel relieved. The Sun God could feel nothing but blazing rage.

He turned that ire towards the causer. They weren’t cowering enough for his tastes, they weren’t fixing this treacherous use of magic. They stood defiantly before him, unwavering and unbothered.

“What is your name, planet?” He seethed. “Who is it that dares to rebel against my rule?”

The God of Neptune crossed their arms. “Tell me yours first, Star.”

He nearly cackled. To see such a forgettable nuisance be so commanding was as laughable as it was frustrating. “Hah! As if you deserve it! You hardly deserve to be in my presence!”

The Sun God’s feet touched the ocean’s surface, a slow approach across the water that sizzled under every step. He felt like a snake to a wingless bird, the latter surely thinking too highly of themselves and not highly enough of him. “But someone has to make you pay, planet. I see none more fit than I to be your judge, jury, and executioner.”

The God of Neptune didn’t even move, didn’t even try to take flight like a frenzied bird would. “Oh little Star, stubborn Star,” they mocked icily, “have you forgotten who took the light away from Neptune? You will never find me. You will never find my planet in the dark.”

He watched as the water swirled around them, as scales do on fish, as lava does on volcanoes. He rushed to end it. He ended the little nymph’s tantrums, he could end this foolish planet’s too!

“So long as I live,” they spoke still, even as the water concealed their form from his sight, “your tyranny will never be unchecked. Enjoy your failures, Sun God.”

His fingertips reached the water, and ripped its veil to shreds. As swift as wind, as sly as foxes, the place that had once held Neptune’s God now held meaningless atmosphere. With a shriek, he tore the rest of the water wall into nothing but flimsy droplets. Many boiled into air from his heat, only few survived their journey back into the ocean.

Everything must go the Sun God’s way. He would make damn sure that God would pay.

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Everything must go the Sun God’s way. He would make damn sure that god would pay.

He would make damn sure that God would pay.

#OH MY GOD?????? BESTIE THIS IS SO GOOD

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Ok so this is the best attempt I can make at some explaining of the world’s magic for ocean!au :

So yknow how in Greek mythology, Uranus was slain by Kronos and his semen spread in the oceans as sea foam?

A similar thing sort of happened with the sun god just not with semen lmao. When Ash killed the sun’s physical form (which is what actually wiped out the dinosaurs instead of a meteor), he made sure that he would have a means of reviving through Earth’s life.

Through giving energy to plants and animals, the sun technically lives on in everyone. The sun god has made it so that all life on earth is reliant on solar energy, killing whatever life tried to reject this energy (like the dinos rip) and “blessing” those who didn’t. That way, Ash would either have to kill all of Earth’s life (and be in a feud with the Earth God after just finishing the one they had with the Sun God), or constantly monitor Earth’s life. He thought it was a win-win situation, since Ash would have to return home to Neptune at some point or risk growing too weak to fight the Sun.

Ash did not gaf lmao they stayed on that planet and monitored the life on it. They noticed overtime that humans were the most prone to harboring this energy. With enough energy, the Sun God could communicate directly to a specific person, and he could focus on giving them enough of his magic so that he can revive himself through them.

If I had to explain it in a physical way, think of it like watercolors? Some paper is good at holding the ink (energy) and some of it bleeds through and won’t retain it well. The former can hold watercolors too (magic) and some can hold that color better than others. Some of them bleed the ink and watercolors together, so the watercolors can’t grow under the ink’s darker color. Some watercolors and ink can coexist, and the ink will make the watercolors’ hues pop, which is exactly what the Sun God needs to revive himself.

He’ll use a person like that as a vessel of sorts. He’ll take over their body and slowly erase the mind and conscious unique to that person to replace with his own. By the time the person can realize anything is wrong, it’ll be too late for them to prevent it. He’ll have enough magic by then to prevent any of the vessel’s attempts to stop him.

Ash caught on to this method pretty quickly. The Sun God was smart enough to not put all his eggs in one basket—that is, he was smart enough to not rely on only one human at a time to be a worthy candidate—but these viable humans are only worth the effort if they stay close to the ocean Ash hides in. That ocean holds the most magic on all of Earth, so if the Sun God wants to even attempt giving any to a human, they all have to be near or in that ocean. Ash has been killing these humans ever since they killed the Sun God that first time, though they haven’t been the only one.

Takeover has learned how to use solar magic in potions. It’s hard to really bottle it up—especially since she’s an alchemist, not a spell caster or anything that interacts with magic directly—but once she does, it works as a great enhancer of any other potion she makes. Takeover herself doesn’t have any solar magic. She’s exclusively an alchemist, so she gathers what ingredients she needs and prays to the god that’ll suit her potions’ intention the best.

However, she mostly relies on Minty to harvest this solar magic for her. Being a siren, Minty is both magical enough to grab the solar energy while being oceanic enough—and therefore closer to Ash’s magic than anyone else’s—that the solar magic will actively avoid harboring within them. They give this magic to Takeover willingly, since they too know how the Sun God plans on reviving himself. Truth be told, they really don’t like feasting on humans, but it’s a good preventative measure on the Sun God.

Ghosts, if they’re lucky, can anchor themselves onto this solar magic. Ghosts only come from having unfinished business on Earth. Once they finish said business—or they simply couldn’t do anything about it in time—then they typically fizzle out and can finally be in eternal rest. Rarely will a ghost continue to live on after, but the ones who do are more desperate to regain life than they are to resolve anything.

In theory, a ghost can cling onto a human’s solar magic and revive themselves the exact way the Sun God plans to. It’s easier too, since they would require way less magic than a god would. The biggest problem lies in the fact that, when a human is killed, the magic and energy dispels from their body and into the atmosphere to be given to other life. A ghost has to be extremely quick to anchor itself to that magic, or else they’ll have to wait for the next one. Not every human can balance energy and magic too—honestly it’s pretty rare that they can—so when a ghost sees the opportunity, they have to take it.

Ghosts also cannot spot magic as easily as a god, witch, or siren can. They’re basically humans without any solar energy/magic or body, so unless they were a witch in life, they have to basically take a guess on which humans have magic and which don’t. Even if they are able to revive themselves, that doesn’t make them immune to the Sun God deciding to use them as a vessel (only, if he does, then they won’t be able to become a ghost again).

Mochi is one of those rare ghosts who have lived past their initial bygones. They linger around boat of all kinds—cruise ships, work boats, naval submarines, or even boats with a bunch of college students—and try finding the least liked member amongst them. Sometimes the entire crew hates each other, or there’s more than one culprit, so Mochi will try killing and anchoring onto one of them. Their logic is that the Sun God’s magic probably resides in those that act the most like him, which is flawed logic but it’s all they’ve got to work with.

Cb is also influenced by the Sun God’s magic. He was one of the few people who could balance the sun’s energy and magic together, which, mixed with the ocean’s magic, helped him survive the siren attack that killed his crew. The solar magic and energy eventually blended in with the ocean’s magic within Cb over time, changing his biology into something more aquatic. He’s no longer a viable vessel for the Sun God, though he never knew he was in the first place (most humans are completely ignorant to magic unless they’re a witch, so cb has no clue as to why he’s alive lmao).

So yeah! Once enough solar magic is collected within someone to revive the Sun God, all the wind nymphs who were (basically) entrapped in the water cycle will break free from it because they’ll sense that culmination of magic, and their rage will be enough to free them. That’s essentially the main magic system in this au I hope that made sense lmao

#WOUAGH!!!!!!!!!!!

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GREEN. HI. OH MY GOD. TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE MERMAID AU. ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY UNFOLLOWED YOU IN MY EXCITEMENT

THATS SO FUNNY SJSKJD HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN HELP /lh

Anyways thank god I’m not the only one brainrotting over this lmao. Have some of your character’s facts because yours is fun af

Ocean!Ash is basically on uneasy terms with every god in the solar system. The sun absolutely loathes them for killing him (and for saving the nymphs from his pursuits), the other planets wished they’d either stop provoking the sun or want Ash to help them, and they and Parker (moon god) lowkey have some beef going on

Gods have a hierarchy system kinda? Stars are at the top since their death will kill everything in its path, then planets are after them, then moons, then asteroids/dwarf planets. It’s an outdated hierarchy but it’s still in effect because Stars will often threaten to become supernovas if things do not go their way.

Ash and Parker’s beef has less to do with each other and more so to do with the Sun God. Parker, being a Moon God, cannot defend himself against a Star or a Planet. He knows that when the Sun God revives, then he’s gonna be powerless to stop it. He’s trying to be spared from that inevitable wrath while also trying to get Ash to stop prolonging the Sun God’s revival. He’s really just trying to stop doomsday from happening essentially.

Ash, however, is holding their ground in keeping the Sun God monitored. The Sun God was a tyrant that fucked every planet over in one way or another, and they don’t want to let that or any of his other misdeeds slide. They stay on Earth’s surface to lure his magic to them so that they can snuff it out before it revives him.

The only problem is that being away from Neptune for so long makes them weaker. They haven’t been home since the Sun God died, so for years they’ve been getting more sickly. They stay buried in the depths of Earth’s oceans since it’s the closest they can be to feeling at home, but if the Sun God revived now, then they’d be fighting him weakly. No other god can/will help them either, so it’s almost a long losing battle

#WOUAGH………

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Me this morning : ok I’m gonna come up with mermay ideas now so that when may comes I’ll know exactly what to draw. Maybe I’ll give each drawing a little story to go with it.

Me now : this is an entire au with plot now. There’s a magic system. We even get younger Richard who isn’t the main antagonist. What happened.

#OH????????

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Me this morning : ok I’m gonna come up with mermay ideas now so that when may comes I’ll know exactly what to draw. Maybe I’ll give each drawing a little story to go with it.

Me now : this is an entire au with plot now. There’s a magic system. We even get younger Richard who isn’t the main antagonist. What happened.

#TELL LORR

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Since I’m kinda awful and evil actually

#LMAOOOOO

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#JFJDJDHDHSJDJJDDJ

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Green how do you feel about the idea of tumblr sexyman Richard since that has been a topic of discussion tonight

I hate to say it but. What the fuck. He’s the perfect sexyman

#Oh god…..