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devildomwriter · 14 days

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Do you have any info posts about witches in game?

I do now

1. Witches are mentioned the most in season one of the OG game because Mammon is still under the thumb of three of them. He got into trouble with a particularly nasty group of witches, Mammon says it was three, other believe it was up to ten. They tried forcing him to make a pact but Lucifer told them to cut Mammon into pieces instead and somehow in the end he just ended up as a chauffeur/errand boy for them.

2. It’s mentioned Asmodeus once brought a witch home and she turned into a spider to hide from Lucifer but he still found her.

3. In a Devilgram, the Great Witch Maddi is introduced. She is apparently still youthful in appearance despite being thousands of years old and this is due to her power. She stayed in the Devildom and attempted to make Diavolo marry her. She also made Mammon cry once and whenever she visits, Diavolo avoids her and has Satan and Lucifer handle her because she likes attractive men.

4. Another witch mentioned only in season one is Helene. She was a strong witch who was trapped in a painting and villainized after having a relationship with Asmodeus which started a war.

5. Another witch mentioned in season one with some dialogue is Grisella. She created a book that switches bodies and predicted it would help Satan and Lucifer’s relationship and she is described as being their fan. She was later murdered by her helper when she refused to mentor him because she knew her time was coming soon. Her spirit helps solve her own murder before she moves on.

6. In a game event, Lucifer claims there are witches powerful enough to cover the Devildom in snow.

7. Mammon implies that witches are supposed to be able to see the future.

8. Witches are often mentioned as living in the Devildom which is something humans don’t do as Solomon and MC are mentioned as being the first, so witches are considered a separate species/Demi-human. Although in season one they are also mentioned to live in the human world as Mammon got into trouble with those witches too.

9. A witch mentioned only once is Artemisia. Diavolo says he hasn’t visited her in a while and Lucifer declined visiting as he owes her favors after what happened with Mammon.

10. Mammon believes novice witches are easy targets for scams and that he can pay Levi pack this way.

11. In season two Diavolo mentions a witch’s sabbath. He instructs how others should handle a witch who requests a summoning without an application in advance. This implies that demons and witches have contractual agreements and that witches have to request to summon a demon before doing so.

12. Solomon says he associates with witches on occasion.

13. Witches are the ones who let Solomon know when the strange phenomenon in the human world inadvertently caused by MC finally ended.

14. In season three Mammon mentions that once when Asmodeus fell sick a bunch of demons and witches showed up and turned it into a party.

15. In season three Mammon mentions he has to be used to the human world because of always serving the witches. It’s also implied Lucifer doesn’t know the extent of it and if he did he’d probably interfere.

16. In season three, Diavolo mentions doing business in the human world due to demand for magical products by the witches and sorcerers who live there.

17. Cats are a common familiar of witches. We know this because in season three Satan kidnapped a bunch of cats for a cat cafe and Barbatos returned them all to the witches who owned them.

18. Mammon is mentioned as often receiving shady items from witches. I’m season four it’s mentioned one gift was given to him by a witch as congratulations for repaying her.

#obey me shall we date #obey me fun facts #obey me explanation #obey me ask #obey me answer #obey me maddi #obey me helene #obey me witches #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me Solomon

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lana-baumgartner · 1 month

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the worst part of all these mass censorship bills/porn bans/laundry lists of homophobic bills/etc being blamed on "puriteens" is that children & teens are always the first to be targeted by them. they started off with book bannings in school libraries, they started off with banning trans healthcare for kids & teens-- and it is incredibly easy because children & teens have a frightening lack of rights in the US. I don't think people understand just how dire it is for children & teens in the US right now. as a personal anecdote, I was attacked by a dog when I was 17, & when I went to urgent care I was told I'd need my mom's consent to receive treatment. I needed my mom's consent for a nurse to disinfect & bandage fucking dog bites when I was 17. minors r treated like fucking property in the eyes of the law and the few rights they do have are being stripped away. and yet instead of doing everything in your power as an adult, someone who can be an uplifting and supportive figure to these minors, someone who can advocate for both their rights & your own, someone who can use the resources you have as an adult to help vulnerable youth and fight against these bills, you'd rather blame the people who are most often impacted the hardest by these bills. do you see adults yelling "think of the children" and blame the children instead of the adults? teenagers rarely have a large enough voice in the political landscape and no matter what your stance is on "ao3" or "proship"-esque discourse is it's pretty fucking stupid to blame the wave of extreme puritan (and I mean ACTUAL puritan) bigotry on fucking 14 year olds arguing about BNHA shipping ethics on the internet instead of the actual american evangelicals who homeschool their children & send them off to conversion therapy. use your goddamn brain for a second. the people advocating for mass censorship, for book bans, for trans healthcare bans, for child labor, for scrapping gay marriage, and the politicians who vote for & sign these bills into law, the adults with the power, have names and addresses. you can take actual action to do something and stop them. and even if the bills do pass, it isn't hopeless. you can donate to abortion funds, gofundmes, you can participate in protests & direct action. but instead of doing any of that you'd rather blame the minors who are side always hit the hardest by these bills because they might happen to have some fandom-related opinion you don't like, as if 60 year old senators even know what fanfiction is, let alone take it into account when they're trying to fuck over as many minorities as possible. I guess it's just easier to punch down ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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lt-wolfpack · 1 year

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70 things ALL Police rookies should know...

1. Out here, everybody lies.

2. They lied to you during training.

3. Never take the word of a drunk person over that of a sober person.

4. Civilian ride alongs are not your friends.

5. Sit back and listen to the veterans.

6. Some night, someone will try to kill you. You do not know when, who or where. Therefore, consider everyone with whom you come in contact to be a potential threat.

7. If you need help, ask for it.

8. NEVER, EVER lie.

9. Have fun with the job and don't take yourself too seriously.

10. If you think someone is watching you....they are

11. Go Home At The End Of Your Shift

12. Pick A Secret Mentor

13. Develop A "Hand Fetish"- Watch everybody's hands

14. Report Writing IS "Officer Survival"

15. Wash Your Hands!

16. Wear That Geeky Traffic Vest

17. Have A Life Outside The Job

18. Trust Your Instincts

19. Handcuff EVERYBODY / "Search For The BB"

20. Be Professional And Courteous, But Never Forget The Next Person you Meet You May Have To Kill.

21. Trust Your Instincts

22. You've got 30 years to be the Police (depending on your state)...don't try to do everything the first year.

23. Know where the hell you are in your town/city

24. Don't let the bastards get you down...the department is probably full of people that like to complain.

25. When it comes time to lay hands on somebody (and that time WILL come), let your violence be swift and merciless.

26. Don't talk bad about other officers EVER.

27. Listen up to the radio and know where the other officers are.

28. When everyone else in the jurisdiction is shagging paperwork calls, DO NOT stop the car with a out tag light that is being driven by a 60 year old woman who has never ever been stopped by the police before just because you are a little bored.

29. Murphy was a cop and he likes to do ride-a-longs. If it can go wrong it will.

30. NEVER eat where you can't see your food being prepared.

31. Don't hold your flashlight in your weapon hand.

32. Don't ever tell back-up there not needed even if there from another agency.

33. Look Good/sharp in uniform

34. Attitude is everything-

35. I highly recommend not purchasing expensive writing utensils for patrol work. You will eventually lose them.

36. You must be alert.

37. Never let anyone you are questioning or about to stop get in a better position than you and your vehicle.

38. Is your firearm clean? Will it fire? How about the ammo? When did you last fire so that you can hit a target in combat conditions? What's the sense of carrying any firearm that may not work?

39. Remember to look up when your out on patrol

40. Have a SPARE key for every car you THINK you might drive...and keep it ON YOUR PERSON.

41. Sometimes the bad guy will get away. Sometimes you just can't connect him to the crime. Sometimes he will be out on the street before you report for your next shift. Sometimes prosecution will be declined. RELAX, THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME.

42. Think about worst case scenarios, then have a plan to respond. Have a backup plan in case the first one fails. Always leave yourself a way out. There is no such thing as retreat. However, there is nothing wrong with fighting in the opposite direction.

43. Be nice to everyone you meet. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet

44. Pay special attention to people who don't want to make eye contact. The ones who give you the "fuck you" looks are the ones who probably don't have anything going right then.

45. Learn to look around at everything quickly and not staring in one place hoping something happens there.

46. Get out on foot and walk. Perps expect us to be lazy. They never expect us on foot.

47. When asking for consent to search, watch their eyes. If they have something, the eyes will automatically look at it before they respond.

48. Be nice to your dispatcher!

49. NEVER walk up to a vehicle on a traffic stop with a ticket book in your hand. I don't care what your FTO says.

50. THE PEOPLE THAT YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO "CUT A BREAK" ARE ALWAYS THE ONES WHO COMPLAIN.

51. THE GUY YOU KNOW PERSONALLY, EXPECTS FAVORS.

52. Stay in shape.

53. Keep learning/going to schools/college.

54. MAKE AND KEEP GOOD RELATIONS WITH OTHER LEO'S. YOU WILL NEED THEM AND THEY WILL NEED YOU. COMMUNICATION BETWEEN AGENCIES IS CRITICAL.

55. Buy a bag of chewy dog treats in the resalable bag. Great for coaxing a pitbull out of the house you need to get into.

56. Check the backseat of your squad before you leave the station, and every time you take someone out. You'll be surprised how much dope you find.

57. Pretty girls have gotten breaks all their lives, so stroke 'em.

58.Wear your body armor every single day. No matter what, no matter how hot or uncomfortable it gets, or if the other guys tease you. The day you don't wear it could be the day you need it.

59. Never, never, ever trust ANY member of the news media if you want to stay out of the trick bag.

60. When on the radio always use your normal tone in your speech! It helps when you call out on traffic or anything and your fellow officers can tell that there is a concerned/excited tone in your voice they will know that something may be up and can start your way.

61. Personal hygiene is a must. First, you're dealing with the public and they don't need to smell your stinky ass.

62. Remember, two is one and one is none. Always have at least two flashlights, two pairs of cuffs, two radio batteries because when you need that particular piece of equipment most, it will crap out on you.

63. Practice, practice, practice. Because the bad guys sure are. They study your holsters and probably know how to get your firearm out quicker than you do.

64. When you make a traffic stop, don't just give a tag number thinking your dispatcher will get all the pertinent info. from the return. Give a vehicle description. What if that tag doesn't belong on that car? When the driver gets though shooting you, I'd like to be able to at least be looking for the right type of vehicle.

65. For the love of God, please take all the crap that jingles out of your pockets. I don't want to clear a building with a guy that has $15.00 worth of pennies in his pocket and something resembling a janitor's key ring hanging off his belt.

66. If you find one weapon always assume there is another

67. Remember that this is people business. The more details you can recall about people, their families, what they drive, where they work, who they hang with, where they hang, will be so vital in your every day contacts.

68. Don't let the prospect of a citizen complaint keep you from doing your job. If you're right, don't worry. Some people just love to complain.

69. Take a bathroom break whenever you can...you never know when that long drawn out call or arrest is going to prevent you from going.

70. NEVER trust anyone from Internal Affairs

#thin blue line #law enforcement #sheriff #police #night shift #thin gray line #thin gold line #brotherhood #lawenforcement #back the blue #igy6

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bennyyrabbit · 1 year

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I'm 17. I met a couple kids the other day. And I just thought, this is the kid I was. Because I could SEE it. I could SEE that this kid, this one particular kid was ME when I was 12-13.

When I was 12-13, a 17 year old guy told me I was cute, and that he liked me, and we ended up dating.

I like to think that if I'd had a... A person who'd BEEN there and UNDERSTOOD what I was getting into and could WARN me, I wouldn't have gotten with the three older guys and two older girls that fucked me up mentally.

So, I'm 17. This kid is 13. And I just KNOW that this kid is me. Not literally me, but, in my position. And I'm right. Not totally right, he doesn't have THAT much of an age gap in his relationship as I did when I was 13, but it's a toxic manipulative relationship.

And I KNOW how these turn out. How it fucks you up longer than you'd think. Even the juvenile ones. Because they do. They mess you up.

So now I am... Trying to be the guiding force I needed, or wanted, in that time of my life.

And I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. Getting involved. It's just a kid I've never met. Until two days ago. That reminds me of me when I needed someone to help me, whether I knew it or not.

I don't know if I should back off or not. I don't want to, because I want this kid to be more okay than I am now. Y'know? He's still gonna be a little messed up, because he's got other shit in his life, that's what makes him such an easy target. What made me an easy target. I know that looking back, and looking at him.

But I want him to be messed up because of his family issues, not because some older guy decided he wanted to fuck with some kid's feelings. Y'know?

But it's not my place. They have older siblings. It's not my place to get involved. But here I am, getting involved, because I ALWAYS do this.

I saw a kid, MONTHS ago. She turns ten this February. She was into FNAF, I knew because she was reading the back of one of the books at the library, and I thought she was older. She's tall, going through puberty in the obvious way girls do. So I think she's 12-14. Somewhere in there. My little brother's age, is where I put her.

So I start up a conversation, I like FNAF, she likes FNAF, I'm bored out of my mind, and sometimes I forget how much older than these kids I am, because sometimes I still think I'm that 12-13 year old who got with older guys. I'm almost stuck there.

Until I meet a kid.

And then it's like. I'm older now. I've been through some shit. And I have to keep other kids from going through shit.

So, we're talking. We talk about FNAF, breach the topic of Creepypasta, and then I ask the question, how old are you, kid?

She says nine.

I was so stunned, I just stared for a second. Her mom comes over, they start talking, I walk back to my seat.

Then I'm like. No. I can't just sit here.

I get back up. Mom and Girl have stopped talking, Girl is now looking at books again.

I walk over to Mom, and I ask her if I could talk to her for a second a bit away from Girl.

Girl told me, seconds before I asked her age, that her favorite creepypasta is Sally Williams. She clarified she hadn't read it yet, but that she seemed cool.

So I pull Mom aside. I start talking to Mom. I tell Mom what FNAF is about, fully convinced she doesn't know. I'm right, Mom had no idea. I go on to tell her that Creepypasta is a website for fictional horror stories, all of which are too mature for a nine year old.

I specifically mention Sally, and her story. I vocalize that I am fully and entirely aware that it is none of my business what Mom lets her daughter do on the internet. But I also say that I wish someone had at least tried to keep me on appropriate websites and videos on the internet. Because I didn't get that, and I know it messed me up. Because at 9, a kid should be watching Scooby-Doo, not reading Nora Roberts and being bored because the sex scenes aren't interesting enough.

So, Mom and I have a conversation. Mom thanks me for talking to her, because she doesn't want Girl on that kind of stuff, and she says that it's so hard to keep track of what kids are doing online now.

And I say, yeah. Even if your kid can't get onto something, chances are, one of their friends can. But you can sure try. You can TRY to keep their innocence. And I tell her again, that I know it's none of my business, but I was saying something, because I wished someone had cared about my innocence.

It was a bittersweet moment.

I saw Girl again today. At the library where we met. She's reading Pokemon and Dogman and still being a kid. She still likes FNAF, still reads the books, plays the games, watches YouTube videos of people playing the games. I knew she would. I even told her mom that there was no way she was getting Girl to drop FNAF. She was already super into it, and our conversation before I realized how young she was only made it more interesting, because I talked about some lore she didn't know.

Seeing Girl today, talking to Kid. I'm just trying to keep them kids.

It's not my place. It's not my business. But I want them to stay kids as long as they possibly can.

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lili-ehart · 2 years

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Critiquing Social Media

In this snippet of a podcast where Mohsin Hamid discusses his book “The Last White Man” with Ezra Klein, Hamid begins by describing how the Industrial Revolution made humans less human. By breaking jobs down into more specialized tasks, people became isolated and more machine-like. Turning humans into machines, and thus humans against humans, was a direct result of new technology shaping daily lives. Hamid compares this phenomenon to what we see happening in the digital age we are in right now as well.

In terms of social media, Hamid believes that technology has turned us into predictable beings addicted to sorting. But it goes both ways. By sorting our likes and dislikes, algorithms become smarter, predicting future likes and dislikes. Therefore, just as our likes and dislikes shape our algorithms, our algorithms also shape our likes and dislikes. We often outcast those who do not share the same likes and dislikes as ourselves. He goes on to say this makes us basically victims to consumerism, as these algorithms influence and target our opinions on things as basic as clothing to as complex as political affiliations.

Hamid especially discusses the addictive and performative nature of social media platforms. Hamid explained that he was aware of the downfalls of social media and had stayed away from it for those reasons. That is until his team recommended with a new book coming out, he should use social media to promote. He personally felt himself be absorbed into what he called the “self-promotional” side of social media and went as far as to say he saw it bring out the worst in him. Ultimately he chose to delete his social media only a few months after starting them.

Overall, I would say I completely agree with Hamid. Although I do have social media now, I too believe they are generally more evil than they are beneficial. Growing up I was actually not allowed to have a smartphone even when everyone else my age had one since they were around 12-14 years old. I begged my parents every year to let me have one because I felt that alienation Hamid described in the beginning of the podcast. I even felt embarrassed sometimes. I didn’t get a smartphone until I was 17 and I was so excited I could finally take part in what was going on on the internet. But alas, my parents said although I could have a smartphone now, I was still not allowed to have social media. I was furious, but I abided by their rules.

It wasn’t until the pandemic hit, and my high school asked that we utilize social media to participate in the end of the year senior activities, that I downloaded Instagram. Then, for my freshman year at OU, snapchat group chats were made for the class of 2024. Being that classes were all online, I saw it as one of very few opportunities to make friends in college. So I got snapchat as well. And then of course the craze that is tik tok took over, so I downloaded that too.

Never in my life have I had a greater realization that my parents were not being excessively overprotective, but actually had great reason to not allow smartphones/social media. In fact, sometimes I wish I had never gotten social media after years of begging for it. In the 1-2 years of being stuck at home during the pandemic, I became heavily addicted to my phone. I worried about how many followers and likes I had. I only posted things that make me look good or seem funny. It eventually made me wonder why people are so afraid of individuality?

The second I felt a twinge of boredom I hopped on tik tok for hours as an antidote. They purposely design apps with the scrolling method to keep you on the app. I definitely relate to the performative and addictive nature Hamid discusses.

And in relation to the sorting and algorithms, I’m sometimes terrified of the things it predicts from my shopping habits, to my ad experience, to my entertainment interests. It’s very scary to me how much social media knows about you.

Although I did eventually learn to use social media for myself and stop caring what others thought, I am still addicted to using social media. My weekly screen time is way too long. I wish I could bring myself to delete my social media as Hamid did, but it being such a large part of my generation’s culture makes it a difficult decision for me.

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honourablejester · 2 years

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Character Concept: Occultist Fey Ranger

I’m not entirely sure why, but the Fey Wanderer Ranger just feels like an excellent occultist to me. Rangers are already excellent if you want a lot of languages and skills, plus they’re a martial class, so there’s a good strong monster-hunter vibe from them. Add in the Fey Wanderer’s extra psychic damage and bonus to charisma skills, and they feel very versatile and oddly spooky, scholarly and well-spoken. Touched by something other. Make the race a half-elf and pick a background with two languages, and you can get eight languages and eight skill proficiencies with a fey ranger, giving them a bit of a Renaissance Man, Abraham Van Helsing sort of feel. The scholar in the woods who knows how to hunt otherworldly things. Heh.

Character Sheet: Adreana Haggard

Name: Adreana Haggard

Race: Half-Elf

Age: 43

Background: Sage

Class/Level: Ranger 3 (Fey Wanderer)

Statistics: Str 8, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 12

(Standard Array – I rolled for her and got a rather lovely 13,16,18,15,11,8, which I put into Str 8, Dex 17, Con 16, Int 14, Wis 18, Cha 12, but I also wanted a standard version to see what she looked like if I wasn’t so spectacularly lucky)

Ideal: The world should be protected from predatory outsiders and those who do their bidding

Bond: I’ve dedicated my life to searching out and destroying dark cults

Flaw: My crusade has gotten people around me killed in the past

Skills & Languages:

Skills: Arcana, Deception, History, Insight, Perception*, Persuasion, Stealth, Survival

Languages: Common, Elvish, Sylvan (Half-Elf), Draconic, Infernal (Sage), Abyssal (Favoured Enemy), Undercommon, Deep Speech (Deft Explorer: Canny)

Traits, Feats and Background/Class Features: Darkvision (60ft), Fey Ancestry (advantage vs charm, can’t be magically put to sleep), Skill Versatility (2 skills), Researcher, Favoured Enemy: Fiends, Deft Explorer: Canny (2 languages, Perception expertise), Fighting Style: Druidic Warrior (2 cantrips), Spellcasting Focus: Druidic Focus, Primal Awareness (spells), Dreadful Strikes (1d4 psychic to weapon damage), Fey Wanderer Magic (spells), Otherworldly Glamour (Wisdom modifier to Charisma checks, Persuasion proficiency)

Spells:

Cantrips: Thorn Whip, Guidance

Spells: Charm Person, Speak with Animals, Ensnaring Strike, Entangle, Cure Wounds

Equipment: Chain shirt, common clothes, rapier, longbow, dagger, quiver with 20 arrows, druidic focus: mistletoe, writing kit, journal, letter from dead colleague, money pouch, explorer’s pack

Description: A slight half-elven woman with grey-streaked dark hair and intense brown eyes, and an oddly scholarly look for someone so well armed.

History:

The Haggards have always been fey-touched. The Old Forest is a gateway, and the Gentry have been coming through for centuries. We’ve always been part-elves, and part other things too. My own mother was some stripe of fey elf, though she didn’t exactly stay for long. A gift to my father, I was. Would that I’d been a better one.

The Haggards have always been fey-touched. Other. Which was why, when the cult of Asmodeus came to town, they targeted us first. It’s important to get rid of the dangerous ones. The ones with the books and the learning and the experience of the Other. To be fair to them, it does make perfect sense. They infiltrated the town. Slowly, carefully. They turned neighbours against us, too far into the forest, too far gone to the fey. They were slow. They were careful.

They murdered my father when I was 12 years old. Wearing the faces of neighbours. Friends. They killed my father, my aunt, my cousins. The whole family, save for myself and cousin Myrtle. We’d been in the woods. The Old Forest. Where our family had always been safe.

Myrtle was broken afterwards. Well, we both were, but Myrtle in a different way to me. We fled together. Salvaged what we could from the family home and left. Maybe we could have found the gateway, taken our chances among the fey, but Myrtle had friends in the city. So, to the city we went. We went to school. Myrtle learned a trade. Maybe I could have been content, like she was. Maybe I could have boxed up everything that had happened and put it away. But I doubt it.

I learned about Asmodeus. About cults. About fiends. Attended college in the city. That was useful. But the Old Forest always called to me. The old home. And I knew we couldn’t have been the only ones slaughtered out of hand by one of these cults. There were more. There <i>would be</i> more. And someone had to stop it. Somewhere along the line, someone had to stop it.

The Haggards are fey-touched. The Haggards are <i>dangerous</i>. And what magic won’t stop, steel can put manners on. And where steel fails, maybe words might do. It worked for them, after all, once upon a time. Words in the right ears. It can work for me too.

I do feel like a little cult-hunting now and then …

#character concepts #d&d #rangers #fey ranger #occultist #monster hunter #well #cult hunter #you can get a LOT of languages as a ranger

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peppermintchaos · 3 years

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Every time a new month starts I feel like something should happen, but it never does. What’s up with that?

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Boring day today. Finished up a commission.

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Got some paintings delivered to that shop downtown. I love it when I get money.

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Boring day today.

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Oh, that’s right. I’m supposed to meet with that fishy company tomorrow. I’m going to bring every dangerous item I own, I don’t trust them at all.

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I meet with The Organization today. With any luck I won’t die.

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I lived, bitch. The interviewer was... strange. Why would they have someone that high up in the company doing an interview? He seemed serious about it all though.

--/7----

Are they biding their time? Was he simply trying to intimidate me? I hate just waiting around.

--/8/----

Called Caroline today. She seemed concerned. “Your stutter gets worse when you’re stressed.” Does it? I don’t think I’ve noticed before. I wonder if that's how those two used to always be able to guess when I was upset...

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I’ve decided it would be stupid and pathetic to let myself get offed by those assholes. I survived a literal death game, so it would just be depressing to let myself get sniped by some company because I didn’t give them information on something. Not to mention, if I’m gone, so are they. Forever.

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I’ve decided to distract myself from the whole “may or may not be the future target of an attempted murder” thing by listening to that K-Pop group Caroline is always trying to get me into. It actually makes good background noise for drawing.

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Some rich person bought one several of my paintings in one go. Hell yeah, I love it when rich people give me money.

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Caroline is very happy that I enjoyed her K-Pop group. I could hear her smiling through the phone. She told me if we ever meet in real life that she was going to teach me the dances. I said I’d probably be so bad at them the original choreographers would teleport over to yell at me.

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Finished that show I was watching. I should bake something, just to keep myself occupied.

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Boring day today. Worked on commissions. Played games. Talked to Caroline. Same old same old. No form of contact with the organization. Was it seriously all empty threats?

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Boring day today.

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Boring day today.

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Boring day today. Got scolded by Caroline for skipping lunch. I could’ve just lied and said that I ate when I didn’t, but I felt bad disappointing her.

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Was it seriously all empty threats? How cowardly.

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Completely ridiculous. She’s lived in the same damn place as me this whole time?? Unbelievable. How many times you wanna bet we’ve walked past each other without realizing? I’m equal parts pissed and amused. We meet up next Monday.

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Finished some work. I’m nervous.

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Finished even more work. Even more nervous.

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I despise waiting. Boring day today.

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I meet Caroline in person today. You’re a book, but I still want you to wish me luck.

--/25/----

Ended up staying a night at the Chaos household, to Caroline’s request. I’ll probably end up back there tomorrow. I’m not sure how I didn’t guess she was one of them, it makes perfect sense. It’s so loud there, compared to this tiny house. It’s always quiet here. Always dead. It’s so full of life there. Caroline is just as wonderful to talk to in person than online, probably better. I couldn’t imagine her any other way. She’s always been more fun to converse with than this book. No offense to you, book, but you’re not the best friend.

--/26/----

“The first cardinal rule of genre awareness.”

--/27/----

Yesterday I realized something. I don’t even know who was talking to us, but they were speaking of a story and said someone “forgot the first cardinal rule of genre awareness- if there was no body shown, there’s a chance of the person still being alive.” How the hell did it take me 4 fucking years to notice? In that place, there were never announcements for them like there were for everyone else. “Participant has been eliminated. The game will continue as normal.” That’s what they always said. There wasn’t any of that. We just assumed, and then I just assumed. There wasn’t any hope. Was there hope this whole time? They might still be alive. Genre awareness... I really can’t tell if this is a ray of hope or an even worse despair. Was there ever a difference?

--/28/----

If they didn’t somehow manage to reunite, he still doesn’t know if either of us is alive or dead. I’m so sorry.

--/29/----

I think it was despair after all.

--/30/----

Caroline is acting strange. She keeps on starting to bring someone up, then changing her sentence as if she completely forgot what she was saying. It goes beyond airheaded-ness. Is something wrong?

--/31/----

Saw The Organization on the news today. “Information giant company headquarters gets burned down, heir to company mysteriously missing.” What the hell is up with that? I feel like something is about to happen.

--/31/----

I’m not sure if my hands are physically capable of writing down that conversation.

--/1/---- Last month I said that nothing ever happens on the first of the month, even though things really should. I guess I was incorrect about that.

#queued #well. thats that. onto the next

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bookofmariokingofmaiami · 3 years

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I CLICKED IN EVERY LINK WORD IN THE BOOK OF MARIO THOUSANDS OF DOORS PLOT SYNOPSIS, AND THIS IS WHAT I FOUND

Things of note:47

Let's go

1 Book of mario probably takes place 7 years after the Main events in BoM64 (not the Epilogue, the Epilogue is very close chronologically to BoMToD ) because of one of Karl marques dialogues

2 Mr krump's daughter died in the war because of an atrocious food shortage caused by the war

3 the 10 nautis want to use the glass stars to win the war

4 "Considering that Cortze had been trapped on his boat for 1,000 years, this means Mr. Krump is over a millennium old, making him one of the oldest characters in the series" ex-fucking-cuse me???? He's more than a thousand year old? What?

5 10 nauit culture lacks sweets

6 FUCKIN GOOMBA are from Thailand and probably fought in the war

7 goombell has sulfur in her brain, i don't know how bad is that, its pretty bad but how much?

8 prof honesty is against the Persian empire and tells mario to destroy prince peach

9 "The first 6 Glass Stars were collected for thousands of years, the 7th Glass Star, the Stars Star, is only five years old. The Glass Stars had a chance of becoming a demon, that could only be stopped with a singular Glass Star, creating a weird situation" thats interesting

10 coffee is toxic to smooths, meaning drinking high amounts of coffee means they won't attack you since they attack by sucking blood

11 koopley was gone for 10 years, since the war started about 7 years before ToD it means he has no idea about the war

12 hocktail house won an Oscar!

13 Mr mowz is one of few people from ToD who know mario is a female (he was male in BoM64 but he's a she after that)

14 goomb from BoM64 somehow ended up eaten by hoko saba wich caused him to die (goomb not hoko saba)

15 the 10-nauti are n#zi's and since they're the only one (that we know of) who have a moon base, meaning were literally fighting space n#zi's

16 "According to TEC, Grodan is full of "computers you do not care about." This could mean that Grodan is a robot, but that does not matter" a great , he's a robotic space h#tl$r

17 somehow peach got TEC pregnant? How do you have a baby with a computer? He got cyber aborted so no weird prince robot baby in this story, I swear the lore gets more crazy the more I learn about it

18 the punnies are fighting the British in the big tree but that is unrelated with the war

19 viviana apparently lost her baby

20 Belda has a wife

21 sir snow is male, even tho he's like the only character with boobs in the history of mario

22 don piano owns the European union and the plant association, even tho he owns the EU, most of it is still Persian empire territory, wich mean he's just one of the leaders of the persian empire (or he's just an allied nation?), maybe the reason the princess of peaches went to rogueport is to talk with Don piano because politics

23 "Piano's two bodyguards aren't fathers, thus not making them targets to Carbon." WHY IS THAT SO OMINOUS (butchered that word)

24 piano gave the plant association to frankie, he may or may not have turned it into a sugar cookie company (cookie clicker flashbacks)

25 the winner of the glitty pit competition is awarded the prize of being grubbas son,.........WOT?

26 hawk green tried to abort Maria's son by giving maria poisoned cake

27 "It's implied that Hawc Green was raped by Grubba at some point, since he later sends an email to Mario talking about "the blue cock" and how it makes him feel rage" I did not expect that

28 "It's implied in Section 8 that Yoshi Kid might have an N-Word Pass." Thats one way to put it

29 afternoon city is known for its great pudding

30 the queen of shadows is supergod, meaning its more powerful than gods, browser is also a supergod (since he was in command of the Christian god) but as you know he died and the current one is a glass clone

31 cortze is mr. Krumps dead son/daughter who died in the war, since she's the ghost pirate it means she was in the marines

32 bob seems to hate the irish

33 boat rent is located in the shore of Pennsylvania USA, right on koop territory

34 don piano gave maria ownership of the world famous train named MORE-COFFEE-MACHINES!

35 Pennington seems to hate luigi (lewis) calling him a whore

36 the engineer is constantly on drugs and has mood swings, not the type of guy you'd want to control a train

37 when mario asked the engineer for an autograph he gave mario AN ENTIRE FUCKING AIRPORT

38 ghost T. Is the holy spirit and can stop the war at any moment, however he refuses to do so

39 Darknesses are bumpies that over the years became purple

40 the moon has oxygen (since mario and co. Stay outside and don't die) it is 10-nauti territory and is great for discoveries

41 posko farh were probably involved in the war, if they have a giant powerful cannon that can blast spaceships into the moon it can also probably blast giant holes in enemy bases

42 goldbob (not to be confused with general goldbob white house) is the only person in posko farh with acces to weapons making him a powerful man

43 general white left posko farh because of the bad wifi connection

44 "Master of Shadow Darkness...Popular Stones...Seven Run...So we're perfect...Be restored to stone again...Know stars. Let's be alone...And that's the shoe...But the stars are balanced." Were gonna need an expert to decipher this one, its probably something about the stellarrvinden

45 representative is hoko saba's brother/Girlfriend, yes, girlfriend AND brother, incest is in the air and it smells like rotten fish

46 grodan sealed the devil in his rocket, thats a good idea, let's send the devil into space

47 "According to Queen of Shadows herself, her Spirit Form, aka her true self, is a child" woah, very informative, she's 1000 years old wich is certainly not a kid, however she's a supergod and since they're immortal it makes sense that 1000 years old is still a child, it also mean that the disaster caused 1000 years ago was probably an accident, give a baby powers even gods can't counter and you can bet your ass it will create a few disasters by accidents

@boom-fanfic-a-latta i expect you to see this

Is, is that fucking belize?

#mario #funny #paper mario #bolivia #book of mario #bunddle #mary #barbie the bob omb #1000 infernal air sleeves #10 images #book of mario 64 #book of mario thousands of doors #lore #47 items of interest #very interesting

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hollenka99 · 3 years

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A Mislabeled Hourglass

Summary: Fundy grows up faster than Wilbur was expecting but he is going to make the most of his son’s shorter childhood regardless.

Warnings: Mentions of hunting animals, implied character death

Wilbur is no stranger to growing up faster than most. In the midst of learning survival skills as a child, he was still able to play to his heart's content. His mum, and later Phil, never cared too much if he got dirty. Kids will be kids. Despite that, his first experience with grief is at 6, he causes an animal's death sooner than most would and he dies himself for the first time at the age of only 9 (stupid accident, he should have watched his step). He is perhaps 8 when Phil gives him his first taste of independence. At 11, Tommy enters their life and makes him a big brother. Phil's day trips gradually get more frequent, sometimes stretching out for longer durations too. Whenever it's just him and Tommy, he has to be responsible, has to play a more adult role despite being in his early teens when it becomes a noticeable habit. Then Technoblade shows up. You could argue that from around 17 or 18, Wilbur is practically becomes a young carer on a full time basis. However, this accelerated maturation was all mental. The earth had gone around the sun once when he spoke his first word, five times when he began deciphering sequences of letters as words, ten times when Phil told him what to expect over the next several years and it had completed its 19th revolution shortly before Fundy came into the world. Fundy was... different. First of all, he was a shapeshifter so right off the bat, he was never going to look fully human. Sally had fins and naturally red hair. Fundy was born with a substantial amount of ginger hair and ears that seemed slightly more pointed than they should be. When his son gets older, it will become apparent that his senses are stronger than Wilbur's too. Speaking of Fundy getting older... Wilbur has a hunch that something isn't quite right when his baby rapidly outgrows clothes meant for his age group. He initially dismisses it as Fundy likely inheriting his ridiculously tall genes. Because what else could it be, right? Then he is crawling at 2 months old. Wilbur's far from a baby expert but he's sure infants don't become that mobile that soon. A month or so later, Fundy takes his first clumsy steps towards him. Now that? Yeah, that undoubtedly raises alarm bells. He knows for a fact that that milestone was for those around 12 months old. Okay yep, something was definitely up. The books say Fundy should have been introduced to solid foods by now. He guesses that puts him in the Bad Dad category, along with temporarily using cows to feed him when he first got Fundy. He'd defend himself by pointing out he didn't have formula on hand the moment he became a father and was yet to learn non-human milk wasn't actually good for the baby but those excuses don't seem credible. He knows he's been going about this blinder than he would liked since day 1 but the accelerated aging might end up screwing him over even more. Ha, imagine having time to settle into parenting a baby before they graduate into toddlerhood. It's fine, he swears it's fine. It just means he gets to start having comprehensible, reciprocated conversations sooner than most, not to mention going through less nappies. There are stumbles for the first week or two after Fundy learns to walk but his son soon gets the hang of it. Only days after his first steps comes his first word. Noisy pattering paired with cries of "Daddy!" get more common. He could certainly get used to this. A one year old's way of running is potentially one of the silliest things he's ever witnessed. But look at his little champion go! When Fundy learns to crouch, Wilbur is crouching right beside him. Tommy comments that he looks and sounds like an idiot whenever he plays with Fundy. Wilbur pays him no heed because his brother is an absolute hypocrite. He has to say, Tommy is doing a great job for someone who was thrown in at the deep end just as much as he was and his brother doesn't even have the responsibility of having to care for a kid. He's always been a bit... rough and ready when it comes to playing with others. But with Fundy, he makes sure to be gentle around the toddler. Wilbur isn't entirely sure whether hanging upside down from someone's grip on a near daily basis is healthy for a little kid but Fundy's eruption of giggles each time suggest otherwise. When Tommy turned 11, he was not yet an uncle. The following April, he has a two year old nephew who complains he wants to help blow out the candles, nearly fighting for his right to do it instead of the actual birthday boy. It somehow leads to a pillow fight between them. So all in all, Tommy is taking it in his stride. By Fundy's second Christmas, Wilbur is able to start calculating. A 14 month old kid is supposed to be getting the hang of being bipedal, not receiving books that will help them learn how to read. Given that his son was walking at 3 months old, his best guess is that Fundy's development rate was four times that of other children. It seems consistent too since Fundy is approximately the equivalent of a 4 or 5 year old boy now. He recalls Sally once joking about how shapeshifters tended to live fast and die 'young'. He thinks he gets what she means now. Quadruple speed for Fundy though? Fuck. If he's got the maths right, they will be the same physical age when Wilbur is 25. The gap will only grow more and more from then on. At 30, he will have a child who is roughly 40. And when Wilbur himself is 40... he'd rather not dwell on the heartache his early 40s are set to bring. He has been given a 60 second hourglass that's been labelled as a 4 minute one. He's begun to comprehend this with 2 seconds' worth of sand already piling at the bottom. What is he even supposed to do? Does he bake a birthday cake every January, April, July and October 10th or just that last date? He guesses that will be for Fundy to decide in the future. Tommy has made a 'reverse leap day kid' joke before but it really is based in truth. While still a small child, one of Fundy's favourite places to rest is against his father's chest. There have been plenty of nights where the little boy has fallen asleep in his father's arms while being read a story. He's rapidly getting bigger and Wilbur frequently has to adapt how he holds him to accommodate. In the quietest of moments, his eyes will notice a tiny mischievous smile directed at him that will make his day or his ears will catch the softest of snores coming from beside him. As much as he tries to enjoy those occasions, peace often leads to a chance for overthinking to take place. When that happens, it all turns bittersweet with the desperate wish he could get several years of this, not feel lucky if he gets more than 2 or 3 of them. Of course, every time Fundy is resting against his chest is not necessarily positive. There are obviously the typical 'toddler having a breakdown because they scraped their knee' type stuff. Those are fine, all he has to do is soothe him and distract from what is usually an overthought 'injury'. But then there are the times where Fundy's fingers ache from the ordeal of slowly developing claws, Wilbur lets him dig his nails into his jumpers as hard as he feels the need to. The same happens whenever there is any significant growth with his ears too. The older Fundy gets, the more used to the flat of a small head pressing into his chest he becomes. He would do anything to alleviate his pain and discomfort if he could. And no, he definitely hasn't shed a tear or two when nobody is watching in regards to the matter. From here on in, it feels like he's on home soil. He's helped raise a kid from the age of 4 before. The only difference now is that this kid is his own flesh and blood. And a shapeshifter, which Tommy never was. They've begun entering the "Dad, look what I can do!" phase of Fundy's life, now that he is getting more capable with age. The first major instance is when he comes home from a hunt. Tommy has a smug look on his face and Fundy seems seconds from exploding with excitement. His son is let loose on him as soon as he's freshened up, dragging him to a chair where he is made to listen to the most drawn out reading session he has ever experienced. But Wilbur can't help but beam every time Fundy successfully gets through a word. The day he believes Fundy is old enough to start learn how to use a bow can't come soon enough. He knows fuck all about hybrids or shapeshifters other than the very basics. He can't tell you how to construct the most impressive of architectural structures. But this, archery and hunting? Now that he can impart wisdom on. He passes down second hand stories about Fundy's grandma and anecdotes about his trips with Phil when he was a young boy himself. As far as he can tell, Fundy laps it all up. Swordplay is soon added to the mix of training activities. The wooden sword he crafted for his son is slightly too big but eh, the kid will quickly grow into (then inevitably out of) it sooner than later. They gradually work up from technique and stance to improving accuracy and striking moving targets. Every bit of progress he makes, his dad is there cheering him on. Fundy only grows reluctant when it begins to get 'real'. That is to say, when Wilbur tries to take him on an actual hunt or attempts to introduce him to the subject of turning a kill into a meal. And yeah, he gets it. He wasn't the biggest fan of it either when he was being taught himself. Plus, he's aware Fundy's nose is more sensitive than his or Tommy's so yep, preparing a body's going to be even less pleasant for him. It's unfortunately a part of this sort of life. There's... well, there's always the option of heading down to the butcher's in town. Just keep in mind who got his first girlfriend indirectly due to the fact her dad would always give him money for helping supply produce. You've been doing great though. The important part is you're learning how to survive on your own if need be, not to mention how to defend yourself in case of an attack. Another part of Fundy's development to make him gush with pride is when he starts to really hone his shapeshifter nature. It's small at first, a furrier hand transforming into a paw here, a lump of a half formed tail spotted underneath a dressing gown there. He can't really describe how happy it makes him to see a child with a fox's head greet him one morning when Fundy jumps out from behind a door. There are features the young shapeshifter will keep in his human form obviously. Yet it's thrilling to have him keep coming over to show off a new shifting-related ability. The first time Fundy manages to morph fully into a fox, during the spring after his 2nd birthday, Wilbur promises the three of them can have an 'anything Fundy says, goes' type thing the following day in celebration. There are times where Fundy may, for instance, forget to include his tail as an animal or he'll walk around as his usual self, albeit with accidental fox eyes. It's simply a matter of practise, Wilbur believes. One of the best parts of Fundy gradually improving his shapeshifting is the fact he loves to curl up on his dad's lap while in fox form. Wilbur cherishes it. Fundy's getting older now (taller too, this kid is undoubtedly going to be at least 6 foot one day) but he'll always be smaller as a fox than as a human. Forgive a father with limited time to enjoy carrying his son around for wanting to prolong the inevitable. Fundy is 3 when he physically catches up with Tommy, age wise. It's not until he is the equivalent of maybe 15 that he passes his uncle's height. Tommy complains about it incessantly, especially whenever Fundy teases him about how much taller he's getting. It's all fun and games but Wilbur was an unusually large teenager once (only a few years ago really, though let's not dwell on that) so he understands what it's like. Going through growth spurts is hardly the most enjoyable thing out there and he can't imagine how it must feel to keep getting hit by them with even less time to settle into your new height. Not to mention growing pains. During a quiet evening, he checks in on his son and approaches the subject. It leads to him allowing Fundy to rant about the worst parts of growing up. Orange fur recedes on his arms to show a few stretch marks. Ah, he was wondering if the extra hair was deliberate or simply puberty taking hold. He assures Fundy stretch marks aren't something to be ashamed of. He got a bunch of them himself at his age. Although, they've pretty much all faded by now. It's fine, you don't need to stress about it. Besides, Tommy's going through the same kind of shit. The main problem with Fundy and Tommy being similar ages now is that they are arguably closer than ever. Which, no, isn't a bad thing. In fact, he's glad that for a few months they're able to hang out on more equal footing. The issue lies in the fact that Fundy takes after his uncle when it comes to causing mischief. The little rascal is turning into a bit of a prankster. And yeah, maybe Wilbur himself likes channelling hints of chaos into his life but you'll never hear the designated responsible adult admit to that in the others' presence. At one point, Fundy is a six year old gleefully explaining how Tommy helped him up so he could place that water bucket. Only a year later, there's an 11 year old revealing that yes, he was the one to make their chickens, cows and sheep switch enclosures during the night. He only gets more ambitious from there. God knows where he got all that dye from when he's in his mid-teens. Fundy is much like himself as a teenager. Both clearly love their respective fathers but both grow to varying degrees of resentment regarding the level of independence they are given. Wilbur always had too much. It was his job to take care of Tommy whenever Phil left on short trips until the avian hybrid pretty much said 'well, you're an adult now, you can take care of things all by yourself' before heading off with Technoblade for months on end. It's why Wilbur knows kids want a safety net, for an adult to be there to help them out if they need it (no matter how mature or independent they feel). Has he taken it further than he should have? Maybe. Fundy is the only one who can be the true judge of that. He just wants his little boy to be safe and happy. He didn't want him to grow up so quickly. However, even if this was happening in 15 years, he would have grown up too soon. It doesn't surprise him too much when Tommy and Fundy make the choice to go off on their own. He only allows it because they promise they will stick together throughout the journey. He supposes it was time. Phil snuck off to do the same around their age and his mum was roughly 18 when she set off to be a nomadic traveller. The thought to live a similar style life has crossed Wilbur's mind. His duty to the two boys under his care has always made him reconsider. But Tommy is 16 now and not as much of a child as Wilbur likes to say he is. As for Fundy, he's probably around the equivalent of 18 or 19 by this point. He hates to admit it but they've both grown up. Where the hell did the time go? So although it pains him to do so, he nevertheless sends them off with a smile. If they find anywhere nice in their adventures, they'll be sure to tell him. He might even join them if they choose to stick around in one area. He turns back into the house after they leave and fuck, has it always been this empty? He gets a letter in early July, telling him all about this place called the Dream SMP and their time there. He arrives and things seem to snowball as soon as he begins the 'drug business' bullshit. Suddenly, he's a general with his brother and son as soldiers, along with some new friends. They are at a disadvantage in this fight against tyranny but it's okay, Eret says she has a secret weapon. They might just pull through. Or... they might instead be brutally betrayed by a former friend and lose so much more than their possessions. He loses track of his battalion in the chaos. All he knows is screaming for everyone to flee. Then the agony a sword through his stomach. Tubbo's dead, as is Tommy. Where's Fundy? He can't see him anywhere. God, please say he managed to get the fuck out of here. Please let it be that he turned into a fox and scarpered away, something like that. Never mind his dad. If Fundy's alright, he'll be alright too. He loves his son, has done all he was able to ensure his little boy has never had reason to doubt this fact. Over the past few years, that love has been repaid in mischievous grins, unrestrained giggles and drowsy cuddles, among other quieter moments. It gets repaid once again as a boy playing a soldier struggles to join the side of his pretend general of a father in order to loosely grasp hands. It barely registers. Neither does the tiny pained smile or ginger hair that go largely missed by eyes preoccupied with the vain effort to keep them open. They all celebrate the independence they'd fought so hard for the next night. The bittersweet nature of this victory goes ignored. With all the cheerful chatter and singing declaring their land to be one of freedom from tyranny drifting in the evening air from the campfire, it feels like the good mood will never end. It feels like the only thing that may tear the father and son apart is Wilbur's desperation for just a bit more time with Fundy as his little boy, despite how painfully obvious he was already grown up into a man in less than 5 years. Arm slung around him as a toast is made, they are not yet a debilitatingly stressed president, increasingly suicidal exilee or secretly loyal spy. For tonight, they are still a relatively happy, loving pair. For tonight, there is hypothetically still so much time for them to stay like that.

#dream smp #wilbur soot #fundy #my writing

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