#LIKE LEGO BRICKS

[helenvader]

Let me share my "Sauron and I" story.

In 1990, when I was 14, a classmate lent me the Czech translation of the Hobbit, claiming I might like it. I did. But, and I think that is remarkable, my thoughts at the end were "I'd like to know more about the Necromancer" (translated as the Sorcerer).

There was a text on Tolkien at the end of the book and I learned that there is a whole TRILOGY of books where that particular unsavoury character is crucial to the plot. How is it possible I knew nothing about Tolkien at the ripe age of 14? In the Communist Czechoslovakia, "escapist" literature was, as a general rule, not published. That only changed when the regime fell in 1989. The first translation of LotR was published in 1990, but by the time I had read The Hobbit it was sold out. My library didn't have it. So I found someone who had it and borrowed it.

I was looking forward to "meeting" Sauron, until... we never did. My disappointment was huge. I loved the book, you see, but after the Dark Lord was defeated the rest bored me (in my defense, I *was* 14 and also, my expectations were subverted :-)). I read the Silmarillion, too, so I learned something more. And I was actually wishing for Mairon to repent. In the AU in my head. I had no idea it was called fanfiction. I learned that in 2000s with the arrival of the internet. And before that I never knew anybody who was inventing stories related to books/movies in their head.

As for Sauron... when PJ's movies arrived, I got at least the Eye.

When The Hobbit trilogy came out, we got DOL GULDUR. And the tombs of the Nine (love me some dark aesthetics). And that lovely abstract fight between Gandalf and Sauron. I didn't enjoy Galadriel vs Sauron that much, that came... later. Much later. Ahem.

And then I learned Amazon was planning a 2nd Age show. I would get Annatar! When I started watching the show, I was so looking forward to FINALLY meeting him.

Except, by Episode 3 I was in love with Halbrand. And I didn't want him to be Sauron, despite the mounting evidence, because that would mean he'd end up... we know how... and I actually liked him and wanted something better for him. Even though it was clear his future would be dark. But a girl can hope, surely? *mad cackle*

Denial, denial, denial.

And then I watched Episode 8. I shed my tears, my heart was broken, I started to write fanfic to process my grief (genre: redeeming Mairon, unsurprisingly)...

So, we are in 2023, I am 46, and ended up... rooting for Sauron. Because, what other choice do I have?

And, given my history, what else did I expect? 🤣

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A bonus screencap. Yes, you smug bastard, I love you.

#the rings of power #halbrand #sauron rop #me and mairon throughout the years #well #decades #more like #based on a true story #i also need to add the tag #myropstills #because i need all of mine under one tag #no #i have nothing in common with sauron #except everything needs to be sorted #my place is still a mess but that's because i have too many things to sort #like lego bricks #but that's another story

[canidaedreams64]

karkalicious lego brick i accidentally got

#context: #so i went to this lego store that had this thing where you could make your own custom lego figures #so i decided to make a really shitty looking jade #since there was like a waiting list thing you had to enter a name #so i put in karkalicious for the lolz without realizing it would come with a brick with the name on it #homestuck

[flowercrowngods]

Suggesting/Requesting Eddie having a crush on the valiant knight Steve Dustin goes on about, not realizing it's Steve "the Hair" Harrington and the way he reacts when he realizes they're the same dude. Cue adjustment period.

hi! first of all thank you for the prompt 🥰 i slipped and kinda decided to take your ‘valiant knight Steve’ quite literally and made this a medieval/regency au with knight steve and bard eddie, kinda enemies to lovers. it totally got out of hand, so this is part 1, with all my apologies to your original prompt 🤍🌷

Eddie smiles as the fields and forest that surround Hawkins come into view, kissed by the early afternoon sun with more affection and richness than the city probably deserves. It looks different this time of year, the green seems deeper than he left it, and nostalgia paints him a picture of glory and welcome that would make any traveller linger at the sight. 

He knows it’s only the magic of coming home, the thrill of having been gone so long that he needs to learn his town a-new, and the curiosity of a poet that makes his heart beat faster; but it’s his life’s blood to embrace all of that. So he spurs on his trusty horse to make it home even just a minute sooner. 

The people’s reactions to his arrival come in multitudes, though Eddie can respect the healthy dose of mistrust with which they regard him. He has made a name for himself after all, a bard more than a jester these days, but most people don’t tend to forget the pretty face they chased out of the city on multiple occasions. 

He lifts his head in greeting as he passes the elderly Wheelers as they’re tending to the flowers lining their windows, and grins with glee at both the disapproving scoff and the wary nod he gets in return. 

He’s in good spirits. Great spirits, in fact, the sun shining down on him, welcoming him and lighting familiar paths for him to tread again after years of absence. Hawkins will see his glory, his success, his victory, and it will pale in jealousy and regret. They cannot chase him away this time, not with the title of royal bard and winner of the bardic competition three years in a row. 

If his travels have taught him anything, it’s that he is pettiness acts as a wonderful motivation.

Of course, he shall also see his friends again. One of his saddlebags is half full with their letters that have accumulated over the years, all of which Eddie has kept for reasons of muse and a heart entirely too soft for his own good.

Most of all, though, even more than proving his worth and success to his city and its people, it is curiosity that brings him home. 

Dustin and his friends have been mentioning a most valiant knight, waxing poetic about his glorious deeds and his kinder heart — or, as poetic as they get, which is hardly at all. Which consequently made Eddie write no less than five ballads about the stories they told him, three of which have made it into songs yet, one of which he was made to play in every tavern on his long journey back to Hawkins and to Princess Nancy herself on more than one occasion.

The Knightmærs, as he calls his little collection of poeterey, his pride and joy about a man he has yet to meet. Tales about maidens saved and brothers defeated, hearts stolen and retrieved with the gentlest gestures, and children protected against the evils of night, expecting naught but friendship. And friendship he got. 

If Eddie’s heart picks up yet another notch at the thought of meeting this knight as the familiar city walls tower before him, he allows it for a second before announcing himself to the guards. They looked wary upon his approach and blanch now as they hear his name; Eddie does not hide his laughter this time and preens as he is told to ride on. 

“Oh, Hawkins, old friend,” he mutters under his breath, not even bothering to hide his smile. “You and I shall have so much fun, shan’t we?” 

~*~

He barely makes it to the home he has been sharing with his uncle since the ripe age of twelve with minimal fuss, unsaddling his horse and guiding her to the trough, when he hears it. 

“Eddie!”

Halting in his motions the currycomb, he looks up from the rusty brown that shines red like embers in the sun and spots Dustin racing down the street towards him. 

He lowers the comb and steps around his horse, grinning at his rapidly approaching friend. 

“Why, good day to you, young traveller, what brings you to my humble abode?” 

Dustin doesn’t falter in his approach, doesn’t even slow down, and Eddie braces himself for impact. Years of experience have made him quite practiced in handling tackle-hugs, but Dustin has grown quite a bit since he last saw him, and they both stumble backwards when Dustin’s arms wrap around Eddie in a way that seems to press all air out of his lungs. Eddie laughs as he hugs his friend back with as much ferocity. 

“I’ve missed you! I was writing to you this morning when I remembered you said you’d come this week. I didn’t think it would be today!” 

“I came as soon as I could. Such is the Munson way, or did you forget?” 

Dustin shakes his head and finally lets go, though Eddie yearns for another hug. It’s been too long. The boy has grown. He’s hardly a boy anymore, though he shall always remain as such in Eddie’s heart. He smiles and ruffles Dustin’s locks, realising with a pang that they’re almost of a height now. 

An ache like homesickness settles in his gut and wears on his heart heavily. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, smoothing out the curls he’s put in disarray. “It’s just been too long. And I’ve missed you, too. You’ve grown quite a bit since last we talked.” 

“I have!” And he looks so proud of it, too, preening a little under Eddie’s faux scrutiny, and it’s what makes him pull Dustin against his chest again. 

Eddie continues taking care of his horse, feeding her, combing through her mane, making sure she has as much comfort as he can provide after their long days of travel. Dustin sits on the fence and watches him tend to her, feeding her the occasional apple when he thinks Eddie isn’t looking. He hides his smile and pretends not to see. 

God, but he has missed his friend. 

Their twosomeness is rudely and entirely too quickly interrupted by Lord Harrington of all people, who hurries down the street in search of Dustin. 

Eddie never did like the lord and his pompous appearance coupled with his rude personality. He always acted like a prince among men, subject to many a jest in Eddie’s younger days. On one memorable occasion, Eddie managed to steal the lord’s clothes and swap them with his own, making him walk about in linen rags and torn-up trousers. 

Days later, all of his lute strings ripped just as he was getting ready to play at the tavern, and he never messed with Harrington again — even though there was a parcel three days later with new lute strings and his old clothes he had made the lord wear. No note attached to it, because Lords didn’t stoop down to converse with lowly peasants even for revenge. 

So, seeing Harrington now on the very first day of his being back, it sours Eddie’s face and his humour. 

“Why, Lord Harrington,” he speaks before the man can get a word in. “To what do I owe the displeasure of seeing you here? Have you suffered a fall from grace yet, or was it a hit in the head that left you disoriented, bringing you to my humble abode?” 

Harrington frowns at him, though Eddie deems to detect confusion more than distaste. 

And then he has the audacity of not even answering to Eddie’s ruse, simply ignoring him and instead turning around to Dustin. 

“Dustin, Master Clarke is expecting you. I will not cover for you once more.” 

“But—“ 

“Spare me,” Harrington says, hands on his hips now, and Eddie is starting to feel defensive over Dustin. How dare his lordship come and steal his best friend away when he hasn’t even been home for an hour yet? 

Before he can get so much as a word in, however, Dustin is already jumping from his perch on the fence and trudging towards Harrington, rounding the man and leading the way up the hill towards the castle. 

“I’ll come back later, Eddie,” Dustin says over his shoulder, and then he is gone, rounded the corner, out of his sight. 

Harrington, however, lingers. Eddie raises his eyebrows in question and challenge, and the Lord scoffs a little. It’s like he wants to say something — but what could it be? What could Lord Harrington have to say to him, years after they last saw each other? 

He does look stunning, Eddie has to admit with a grudge against his self and his integrity. The golden light of the afternoon sun catches in his hair, likening it to strands of gold that kings and queens pay alchemists across the world to procure. Eddie, for a moment, feels like he has found it in Lord Harrington’s hair and the skin of his face, but he quickly snaps out of it, cutting off that particular train of thought before it can run away form him. 

“I hear you are a bard of great renown these days.” 

The words catch him off his guard, for Eddie was sure that the Lord would not attempt to converse. Yet it seems that propriety still has a tight grip on him. 

Does Harrington like his ballads, his plays, his poetry and sonnets? Has he heard them? Or has he heard of them? Has word travelled across the countries, telling of Eddie the Bard and his brave-hearted muse his soul yearns for and his quill bleeds for?

Eddie is not sure which option thrills him more, but whichever one it is, it makes him smile, feeling quite bashful and yet proud. 

“So you hear,” he says, approaching the stiff Lord. “What exactly is it that you hear, my Lord?” 

He swallows, following Eddie’s steps with his eyes, turning his head when the bard circles him slowly. “I hear you sing of beasts slain and brothers banished, a knight at the heart of your ballads.” Eddie smiles at that, knowing that Harrington has at least heard of two of his Knightmærs. I hear it sounds like mockery, the knight but an object of your hyperbolic fascination and flowery imagination, his pain and bravery nothing to you.” 

He stops dead in his tracks, his feet planted right before Harrington. The Lord looks like he is taking personal offence to his works, and it irritates the bard. 

“And what, Lord Harrington, would you know of fascination, pain and bravery? I cannot imagine you have faced a lot of hardship in your life, and the only acts of bravery you had to chance upon were mislead in the name of false honour.” 

“False honour,” Harrington repeats, his words like poison, sharp and dangerous as the sword’s blade at his hip. “You would know something about that, I imagine, telling stories of which you have no idea. Immortalising glory where there should be sympathy.” 

Eddie studies him, the frown between his brows, the hard line of his jaw, set and calmed to keep more words from spilling. Imposing, this Lord is. A sight for sore eyes even in his  purely misplaced anger. 

Eddie huffs, his eyes travelling between the Lord’s where they are standing so impossibly close. 

“Sympathy,” he repeats. “Nobody, my Lord, wants a ballad of sympathy. It is glory that the people seek!” He steps back from Harrington, gesturing with his arms as he dramatically recounts the lessons he has learned over the years, passionate for his craft. “Glory, heroism, heartbreak and love! Yearning and longing and deeds of an aching heart, that is what the people want to hear. That is what deserves to be immortalised in art, in poetry, in song! I shall forgive you for being so painfully unaware of this, my Lord, but I shall not stand to be in your company much longer, calling my work lacking or a mockery when it is borne out of nothing but loyalty, fascination and love.” 

They are close again, because Harrington did not step back when Eddie approached him once more, his feet planted like a tree, fierce and strong and unbudging. 

It is intoxicating, though Eddie blames half of it on the passion and the rage, on the bravery that possessed him to send the Lord away, or the fierceness with which he came to his muse’s defence. 

Harrington swallows again, his eyes wandering over Eddie’s face once more, lingering at his lips, both their jaws set in determination and perhaps a sudden tension.  

“Forgive me for insulting you with my company,” he speaks at last, his voice nothing but a rasp. “You will find there is an irony to your words soon. I shall not rob you of that discovery. I ask you do not take it out on our mutual friends when you do, Munson.” 

And with one last glance, Harrington turns on his heel and hurries up the hill, too, leaving Eddie puzzled and quite dazed upon the lingering warmth of their close proximity. 

When did Harrington become so handsome? There was a fire in his eyes that Eddie got to witness for just the blink of an eye, but he wonders where that comes from, what it means, and what other secrets he holds. 

Perhaps, if he cannot meet his muse, the knight Dustin has only ever referred to as Steve, Harrington might serve to inspire a ballad or two himself.

~*~

Harrington catches his eyes on more than one occasion over the next days. Eddie is invited to the castle to play for Princess Chrissy, though she greets him like an old friend and makes him sit close to her at the banquet. Right beside Harrington, who merely nods at Eddie, his fists clenched as Chrissy asks the bard about one of his ballads — the one about the valiant knight slaying a horde of monsters to keep the kingdom’s children safe. 

The Lord must really hate Eddie’s work. It fills him with spiteful glee, for some reason, and he makes sure to play and recite all of his Knightmærs that night. Harrington excuses himself when Eddie hasn’t even made it halfway through his songs, and he doesn’t return that night. 

He takes personal offence now and vows to make the Lord’s life as difficult as he can. 

But still there is no sign of Steve. 

Eddie is starting to get frustrated. 

He was supposed to be here, stand tall and proud with a smile on his face upon seeing Eddie, sweep him off his feet, make him swoon, dare Eddie to fall in love with the face long after the name. 

His mood is sour, and only sours further when Harrington rounds the corner and stumbles upon Eddie who is tuning his lute for tonight’s banquet. The annual royal tournament is set for the next morning, so everyone is in a good mood. 

Well, everyone except Eddie. And Lord Harrington, by the look on his face. 

“Munson,” he says, straightening before he bows his head in greeting. “Forgive me, I was looking for some quiet. I shall look somewhere else.” 

And, somehow, that is enough to snap his patience that was already wearing thin. “Why can you not stand being in my presence, sir?” he asks, rising from his seat. “Does it disgust you so to be around mere peasants?” 

Harrington looks taken aback, shock and confusion clear on his face before a frown takes its place and washes away all further emotions. 

“It is not your presence that bothers me, nor the nature of your birth.”

“And yet you leave every time I so much as strum a tune, Lord Harrington, ready to throw both caution and propriety to the winds. Leaving me to wonder what it is that I have done to deserve such treatment.” 

Eddie finds himself walking closer and closer to the Lord, coming to a stop not one foot before him. He is drawn in by his presence, his charm as alluring as his cold silence. Everything about Lord Harrington intrigues him, horrified as he is to admit it. But with Steve not around to catch his eye and captivate his heart and mind alike, he simply has to find inspiration elsewhere. 

And the way Harrington’s face is taken over by a dangerous expression is the most inspiring, alluring thing he has seen in a while, even though it is directed at him. 

“How can you have the audacity to feign confusion over my disdain, bard,” he hisses, and Eddie shivers slightly. Harrington does not even have the sense to step back, staying right where he is, so close, so improper. “How can you pretend it is not my life you have taken and made your own, singing songs and telling stories, making into nothing but a jaunty tale recited by drunkards with no regard to the blood it was written in.” 

Eddie blinks, not quite catching up with the point Harrington is making. 

“What—“ 

“You sing your ballads, your histories, your Knightmærs like you know what they mean. Making a mockery of me, stealing from me every chance to tell my tale in my own voice, in my own tempo. Entire kingdoms will know before I will have had the chance to wake up from a nightmare, and they sing about it, sing about pain they did not have the misfortune to suffer, sing with a smile, with booming voices because you make them. And yet the only one without a voice remains the one who slew the beast.” 

Lord Harrington speaks to him as though he takes offence at the content of Eddie’s ballads, offence at the reality of their background. But what right does he have to take offence when his songs are based on heroic deeds, recounted to him first hand by his very best friend. What right does Harrington have to question the truth behind them? 

“If it is a matter of truth that concerns you, let me reassure you, my Lord, that all of my ballads are based on true events. I ask that you do not call me a liar, no matter how great your dislike of my craft.” 

“It is not a liar that I call you, but rather a thief.” 

Eddie gasps, offended now. “What do you suggest I have stolen, then?” 

“A person’s right to their own story. To their own nightmares. A man's right to flee from the horrors he lived through, acquainting every tavern in this kingdom and the next with his horrific and desperate deeds.” 

“How dare you call his deeds horrific,” Eddie hisses now, feeling protective over his knight. “How dare you accuse me of ill intent when every word out of my quill is written with nothing but love and admiration.” 

“For whom?” Harrington challenges, disdainful and cold. “Only for yourself, your vanity, your overgrown sense of artistic ambition.”

“No,” he shakes his head, hands clenched into fists as he finds himself incredibly close to Lord Harrington, their faces only inches apart now. “It is love for this person I have never met, whom my dear friend has told me about. A man who has kept me awake at night as I was pouring over letter after letter, hoping he should be well. It is a love so strong it has to be turned into art, into song, love that should be sung in every voice of the kingdom.” He scoffs, stepping back to catch his breath. “I do not expect you to know such a love when all you have in your cold heart is disdain for all things beautiful. You would never know bravery if it looked you in the face, you would never know love if it was the very fabric that makes this world. It would slip through your fingers, my Lord, for you would be busy yearning for the day your life found its meaning.” 

He is seething, heaving breaths, out of control over the words tumbling out of his mouth. Insulted in his pride and his muse, offended, hurt. Confused, still, as to why the Lord hates his songs with such vigour. 

“Is that your opinion of me?” Harrington whispers, though even in that toneless voice of his lies so much that Eddie cannot begin to decipher. 

“Yes,” he whispers back, the fight leaving him now, the very air sucked out of the room they share. “I believe I made that clear just now.” 

Harrington takes one step closer once more, but Eddie does not budge. 

“Then I suggest you forget that knight of yours,” he says, quiet and final. “And forget the idea you have of love. To love someone is not to turn his nightmares into song. To love someone is not to look him in the eye and insult his very existence even further. You love yourself, your craft, your mind. But you do not love him. You would not recognise him if he shared the same breath as you.” 

Eddie huffs, just barely able to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “And what makes you so sure of that, Lord Harrington?” 

A smile twitches his lips, though there is no mirth, no glee. “You have just proven it to me, Mr Munson.” He takes a step back and evades Eddie’s eyes. “I believe you should return to the fest now. Good night.” 

And with that, he turns around and leaves. 

Eddie finds himself rooted to the ground, air returning to the room now but still he is unable to catch his breath, staring ahead as he is. 

Words echo in his mind as the picture paints itself and a horrible, horrible realisation dawns on him. 

You will find there is an irony to your words soon. 

How can you pretend it is not my life you have taken and made your own?

But you do not love him. You would not recognise him if he shared the same breath as you.

You have just proven it to me, Mr Munson.

But… There is no way. There is no way that Dustin’s friend, Dustin’s knight and protector, his saviour, Steve, should be the same as Lord Harrington with his careful, quiet, disdainfully quirked eyebrow. 

Except, Lord Harrington collected Dustin from Eddie’s home, speaking with him in a tone filled with such familiarity, they cannot be mistaken as anything but friends. 

And Lord Harrington had listened with such rapt attention when Eddie played his jaunty tunes and the well-known classics at the banquet days ago, looking like he enjoyed Eddie’s play. His face had only soured when people started requesting his newer original songs, his fists clenched upon the opening chords of The Knight and His Nightmare, leaving the hall altogether when people requested more. 

You sing your ballads, your histories, your Knightmærs like you know what they mean. 

Eddie’s heart falls when he realises what he has done. How blind he was to the frowns and the tension, how deaf to the hints and insinuations, how ignorant he was of the pain he inflicted on Lord Harrington. Lord Steven Harrington. Steve. 

His Steve. And yet not his at all.

He falls back onto the bench, dazed, as the weight of his realisation settles inside his chest. 

onwards to part 2

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #honey i’m so sorry you gave me a rather clear prompt and i went and disrespected it but i hope this is fine too?? #this is also the part where we remember i’m german and am using this language like lego bricks on a playmobil set #dio words #this wasnt meant to be so dramatic but uh. apparently i write miscommunication tropes now. pride&prejudice made me do it #i am planning on a part 2 but i do not control the brain #knight!steve harrington #bard!eddie munson #bard/knight

[frogtowns]

duckies 🦆

#acnh #animal crossing new horizons #acnh kidcore #animal crossing exterior #mayor text #ext #bedtime #maple #im going to get back into decorating this island sooooooon maybe perhaps idk #it's a bit chaotic idk wat i want to do with the aesthetic of the island. like if i want it to be a mess or not #i do like my codes tho. i need to redo my lego ones tho to be less in ur face #these are edited obviously #but my school is so so so vibrant and it looks bad in game #i like the lego bricks here tho #it's easy to change no matter what bc they're my designs lol

[journey-to-the-attic]

au where this was how ik and diavolo met for the first time when she was like seven

#obey me #art #they're reading 'the nine lives of montezuma' by michael morpugo by the way #it's about a cat called montezuma and it ends sadly. ik knows this because she's read it already but she wants to see if demons can cry #there's also very devout christian little girl later in the book and i just find the idea of diavolo encountering that character funny #obey me diavolo #jtta ik #slams hands on table how the HELL do you draw ROOMS!!!!!! #peep the incredibly thin lego house. that's all they could find enough bricks to build #also if you zoom in on the piece of paper (and turn it upside down) there's someone else making a little cameo #is it easy enough to tell who it is?? who knows #anyway yeah diavolo drew lucifer and ik drew herself and her dad (you can see zhao's glasses on one of the little figures) #when zhao gets home he sees the massive demon and passes out immediately #i think he and diavolo would make good friends actually. diavolo is the supportive ayi to his single fatherhood #one day dia's like 'man that guy's lonely so he sits him down like 'you know zhao i have a friend who might be your type' #infernal friends au

[foap-enjoyer]

Me playing MW 2022: Yo I love Nikolai omg hot Russian man such a cutie pie I'd let him hit. Me playing OG MW: I hate you so fucking much you ugly son of a bitch why are you so annoying even without saying ANYTHING??? GET AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE

#I don't like OG Nik #Ik the game came out in 2007 but he's built like a lego brick #Man's the definition of block head #Since Soap is mute in the first game I've come to the conclusion he too hates Nik #Literally burst out laughing when you first save him #all that trouble and you're met with Mr Worldwide himself #captain soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #john soap mctavish #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod mwii #mw2

[artilite]

oldd doodle back when s4 dropped in english 👀 ep 1 in cn already hooked me on the inkies but inky mk rewired my brain

#is he naked btw #like. he doesn't have clothes in the show.... #slippery slimy little goop. #i throw bricks at him #i miss lego monkie kid can you Tell #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid s4 #monkie kid spoilers #lmk s4 spoilers #monkey mk #monkie kid mk #inky mk #lego monkie kid season 4 #I'LL BE HONEST I HATE TAGGING LMK POSTS #THERE'S LIKE 5 MILLION DIFFERENT VARIATIONS #WHICH ONE DO I CHOOSE. #artilite #artilite doodle

[aeriona]

*rips canon to shreds like a chew toy* so uh hey guys what if Shadow was Zonai? Idk man looked cool take the art :)

#TOTK gave me lots of ideas for my eldritch AU… though I have a habit of sticking random AUs together like lego bricks so idk #I just though it’d be cool if he originated from the Depths? it seems like a very fitting place with how terrifying it is LMAO #my art #totk spoilers #four swords #four swords manga #shadow link #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #Totk spoiler #zelda spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk #tears of the kingdom #fs eldritch au #zonai

[waterghostype]

a bit of an unconventional post but here is rosel!!! struggling princess and novice of void she is my ninjago oc bc ive been infected with deadly oc brainrot disease…

oc ramblings under the cut lel

she is a princess with a tragic backstory . super original i know

in all seriousness she basically conjured up in my head while i was thinking “what could they ever do to recover harumi’s character from crystalized in dragons rising” and it all went downhill from here

she’s super energetic, lively, dramatic, basically a cringe theatre kid who doesnt shut up at all. she loves animals and nature and life and being elaborate and performing and all that jazz.

she’s basically harumi’s surrogate little sister. after being on her own for a bit and traveling all across realms she landed in this weird magical realm (one that i made up. lol) and was taken in by the royal family as a knight (basically) after she brought back rosel when she got lost in the forest. she’s having a terrible time in there BUT she’s staying because… there is a freakazoidal organization trying to take them down. super original once again.

harumi feels like shes sort of called to do something about it to somehow atone for her wrongdoings but she doesn’t want to do any more than she has to aka she doesn’t want to get close to rosel bc shes obviously very Not right in the brain and also because of her past

rosel originally had an older sister who was supposed to be the actual heir to the throne and she was totally chill with that! she liked to just have a second say in important stuff and do a lot of commercials like that was her whole thing and she enjoyed it. then her sister got assassinated so now she has to be the one to worry about everything and just be an heir all of a sudden. this is part of the reason why she got very easily attached to harumi and harumi knows this and understands what’s going on in rosel’s brain because a losing family then getting badly attached to someone bc you think they can fill that hole in your heart?? yeah not cool

doesnt help that harumi currently hates herself and thinks shes the worst person in the world (tbf she did do All that.) but the difference is when she was being unhealthily attached to garmadon he mistreated her BAD but here harumi actually tries protecting rosel and gets unfortunately attached as well which sucks! it’s like that grumpy old man adopts daughter trope except it’s a ~20 yo girl and a little sister

before she died rosel swore she hated her sister and they would fight allll the time. older sister (havent decided on a name) is really strict and pressured to do all her work as an heir and the oldest princess and i could go into more detail abt their relationship but just think oldest sibling vs youngest sibling shenanigans. theyd fight abt how rosel would never understand the pressure of being the heir in their political cilmate thing (yeah the made-up realm is going through it) but too bad so sad she got executed in front of literally the whole kingdom.

after a surprisingly short while rosel gets back on her feet after her sister’s death but shes just fakering oops. she has a bunch of bottled up issues but it’s ok! it’s ok!

also shes the elemental master of void. oops

this one is fucky wucky complicated but BASCIALLY my bs reason for her little mary sue op power is bc time twins were stuck in that weird time vortex all throughout everything And then the merge happened and the merge’s weird elemental energy whatever caused the time vortex and the twins’ elemental powers to get weird and because time is being messed up reality can be messed up and so this basically broken version of the time element gets transferred onto my girl rosel as if it was a regular degular elemental power which sucks bc it’s even harder to use and control and she doesnt even know how to fight so shes just struggling

she finds this out while on a journey with the ninja and harumi. like if it was a season itd be like episode 15+ she finds out. this is because she accidentally caused an important artifact to disappear out of nowhere, got sad about it bc she messed everything up, and then she accidentally makes a whole bunch of stuff (including living things) disappear too. yikessss

she doesnt want to hide it she tells the ninjarumi right away and theyre all like What the hell and shes freaking out but after some help she can at least keep herself from destroying literally everything.

until she messes up gets mega emotional loses control of her everything and starts voiding a bunch of stuff so she gets even more stressed which makes her void even more stuff and now shes basically destroying the kingdom shes been trying so hard to be able to rule. ooooopsies

after a whole thing with the power of siblingship and empathy harumi snaps her out of it and now shes absolutely baffled with what shes done and is a bit crazed abt the whole thing. bc of this she decides it’s best to train with the ninja (idk if she actually becomes one) so she can use her power better. btw harumi was able to snap her out of it and give her a hug without being voided because a) power of friendship and b) overlord resurrection she’s literally dead inside She basically is already voided in a way

so thats basically what goes on very sorry this is too long but i hope it all makes sense… i swear her story is better than the way i explained it (or maybe it’s not idk) i just have many MANY MANY thought abt her! i might ramble even more in the future so be cautioned. thx

heres zoomed in ver of the notes in case u need it

#ninjago #ninjago oc #lego ninjago #ninjago harumi #aphid artisms #aphid originals #princess rosel anjg #thats aphid ninjago #her design is weird i dont really like it all too muchhhh #but what ever #same thing w harumi oh my god that is the wippiest wip of a design dont even look #this is just her princess outfit though she has a diff fighter outfit #the thing is if she is a ninja i have no clue what her color should be #anyone else think too hard when making njg/lmk ocs. #like thinking abt what color bricks there are and what colors u can still use #and how a design would look on a minifig #sorry for being CRINGE but i cant stop thinking abour her… #i feel shes too much like me but better so it feels a bit weird #but shes more like me if i went theatre instead of stem #WHATEVER! i have an actual seperate like real cringe self insert ninjago oc Shes my for fun mary sue #bc making mary sue ocs is so fun #but rosel isnt like that shes like an actual character #ok i need to shut the up!

[benny-the-spaceman]

ive fallen to rhe specialspacecops wayside,,

#the lego movie #good cop bad cop #tlm gcbc #benny the spaceman #benny tlm #benny blue chu #emmet brickowski #tlm emmet #specialspacecops #specialspacecops shipping #tlm fanart #lego art #why do these gay bitches have like 10 different tags each good gracious #anyways i got indoctrinated into this ship and now i lvoe it 🫶 it's so islly #lego movie #I FORGOT ONE. why are there so many tags for this damn movie pleas e stupid brick peopl

[nyamcattt]

pt. 2 of "ok blizz hear me out!" (on Twitter)

edited: added Ladydevimon Moira and Leomon Doomfist

pt. 1 is Katamari Wrecking Ball

#my art #overwatch #mercy overwatch #angela ziegler #digimon #angewomon #crossover #skin concept #blizzard please let me COOK #imagine ladydevimon moira #i'm thinking leomon doomfist #and also deputymon cassidy #toyagumon bastion but that's basically just his lego brick skin lol #the possibilities are endless with digimon crossover!! #this is also inspired by when my friend said 'of course your fav digimon is angewomon she's basically digimon mercy' #like i felt soooo attacked #but they were correct sadly

[invinciblerodent]

i recently reloaded to see the ascended scene first hand too and tonight i just.... i needed to hear these two lines side by side yknow

the contrast just...

the contrast sure is contrasting

#baldur's gate 3 #squirrel plays bg3 #astarion #i'm not good at editing yet obviously #but just clipping out segments from my recordings is something i can do #stacking 'em together like wobbly little lego bricks #and presenting them as a “well what do YOU think” #i know what i think and i'm usually not silent or subtle about it #pls be patient with me; he's still rattling around in my brain #i don't know how long it's gonna last but we're riding this out together; you and i #oc: iona raedir

[callmemrskenway]

HELLO! can i request some headcanons for nezha with a reader (gn) that absolutely loves chaos, like chaotic neutral but is slightly leaning to chaotic evil sometimes and nezha somehow manages to like them and their relationship dynamic with one another. i hope you have fun with this request since it was quite fun in my head to think about it and write if you have time or nothing much to do!

GEIGIEIFJEJ, ANON, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH-

- Does not know how you two happened but honestly? He's cool with it.

- Obviously he isn't cool with you being a malicious agent of chaos but at the same time, he's just there like: "I mean, we all have our flaws, you know?"

- On some occasions he does find your antics endearing and on others, sometimes you stress him tf out but like, in a way where if it were anyone else he'd've punched them but since its you, he just sighs and gives you a scolding head pat saying: "What am I gonna do with you?"

- NEVER LETS YOU MEET WUKONG. HE ABSOLUTELY REFUSES TO LET YOU MEET UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. HE'S NOT SURE WHO'D BE A WORSE INFLUENCE ON WHO NOR DOES HE WANT TO FIND OUT. I'd be lying if I said he hasn't had a few nightmares about it happening.

- A huge reason as to why you're chaotic neutral is because you do genuinely love Nezha as much as he loves you and he's the only thing holding you back from going full darkside. He doesn't know this but you do so you don't tolerate anyone messing with him. Like yeah, you stress him out and annoy him but that's because you're YOU but if someone else were to do it? They better be good at catching because you're throwing hands.

- I'd imagine that it's an annoyances to lovers scenario where you find him guarding the map to the Rings of Samadhi and you just decide that he's gonna be your victim for the day♡

- Then you come back again. And again. And again.

- Did he detest your existence at first? Hell yeah he did. Does he slowly come to enjoy and look forward to seeing you the more and more you visit him?....Maybe. Is he forever gonna stay confused about how you keep getting in? Definetly.

- Honestly both of you caught feelings at the same time and for you, it kinda freaked you out so you decided that day not to mess with Nezha and try to figure out WHY YOU'RE HEART IS FEELING LIKE THIS.

- Meanwhile Nezha is waiting for you the entire day and at first, he thinks about what he's gonna say to you while mentally preparing for whatever shenanigans you have in store.

- But when the time comes for your arrival and nothing happens, he's confused and a bit concerned but, eh, then again, you're probably deciding to shake things up to catch him off gaurd later.

- Then a few more minutes go by and that turns into hours and he literally checks on the map again to make sure you didn't steal it but you didn't. Then he thinks maybe you're hiding and wanna make him paranoid?

- IT LEGIT TAKES A HIM A WHILE TO ACCEPT THE FACT YOU AREN'T COMING THAT DAY AND IT KINDA?? DISSAPOINTS HIM?? DID HE OFFEND YOU?

- When you do show up the next day, he kinda is annoyed with you and after you ask him whats wrong, he just kinda is all: "I don't know, whats wrong with you? You didn't show up yesterday."

- "Hmm? Oh? That? I didn't show up because I realized I might be crushing on you, you know?"

- "...What?"

- And then after that, that's how you both got to now as you continue to gleefully spread your anarchy wherever you could and Nezha just looks like he's looking at camera like he's in the Office.

- If one of your chaotic aspects is to flirt and tease him, oh my God, why would you do that to him, his HEART- Even worse if you do it in front of people but even you're not that evil. You do tease him tho by booping his nose when he leasts expects it, jumping out of nowhere to scare him and other things.

- Yet he's still madly in love with you either way and wouldn't change you for the world♡

#lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #Nezha x reader #lmk nezha #lmk nezha x reader #NO YA'LL DON'T UNDERSTAND I HEARD HIS VOICE AND MY BLEACH PHASE HIT ME LIKE A BRICK.

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

love love love the idea of an imposter syndrome byakuya togami. a guy who acts like the biggest stuck-up pretentious asshole in the world but in reality he's secretly wondering if he's actually qualified. he has to act this way or his existence will be rendered meaningless. even worrying about such a thing means he's not fit to be a togami. he starts his mornings staring at himself in the mirror hyping himself up to be the world's most annoying high school level scrooge

#byakuya togami #my thoughts #danganronpa #sorry for byakuyaposting. i find it unfortunate also #(looks at him) annoying fucker. he compels me though #<- kirigiri voice (said with togiri intent) #thpff #tagging it with that bc i was thinking abt this in context of my fic. like the moment u take away a piece of him and make him imperfect #he starts to crumble like a poorly made lego tower. u were beautiful and imposing once but i've taken away your load bearing brick

[theghostshost]

Hey! It’s Everyone's favorite boy, NEZHA! 

#lego monkie kid fanart #lego monkie kid #lmk nezha #lego monkie kid nezha #lmk fanart #lego monkie king #Nezha third lotus prince #lmk season 3 #lmk #reblogs appreciated #I added a few of my own personal details! #Like the tiger skin bag on his waist #Cuz nezha in Myth uses a TON of artifacts #and the tiger sking bag acts like a bag of holding #did you also know that Nezha has a golden brick as a weapon? #He just has a golden brick that he throws at people.. #That's so swag I wish I could just throw gold bricks at my enemies

[thelassoway]

Jason Sudeikis as Ted Lasso » Ted Lasso 3.01 Smells Like Mean Spirit

#Ted Lasso #Theodore Lasso #Jason Sudeikis #*mine: gif #going to try not to overthinking how late this is or the fact a lot of these scenes have been giffed a lot/seen a lot #now to see if I can finish up ep. 2 today to maybe post tomorrow or Monday.... #something about the eye movements in a lot of these scenes #I definitely giffed the under the couch getting the yellow Lego brick scene for a reason but it just didn't fit here #but I'm thinking about that a lot too #it could've been any color and it was just the one missing piece. I'm reading too much into it. He was just being thorough #ugh you idiot with that face #stop staring at me swan #damn I had a feeling this would fail it looks like I need to pull a Roy and quit the giffing/I should not have started to take part in S3 #I'm too slow and my stuff as always been meh. #kind of want to delete this post and other stuff too....I'm in a mood today and this did not help #I thought posting this would help my mood but no #also definitely gave up on working on my ep 2 gifset so this is it. i guess....