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redstone-sun · 5 months
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Trick or Treat, Zain :)
TRICK!!!!! TRSNS AU WHERE EVERYONE IS DEAD
IM NOT JOKING READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Awash in bliss, the zealot built. Redstone and blocks flowed from his hands as though he created them himself, though he knew they were a blessing from the sun. Blessed! He was blessed, truly.
Something stuttered. A few blocks he placed were wrong. He broke them and tried again, but still, they were wrong.
Irritated, he turned to look at what was disrupting his work. What wrench was this in his perfect gears?
It was a body.
A rare thing, but not impossible. 
He landed on the ground next to it, the first time his feet had touched the ground in days. Months. Years. 
The corpse would only take up two blocks. The zealot’s plan changed around the corpse, forming around it like a pearl around a grain of sand. The red light would make concessions.
His shoe caught on the corpse’s red sweater. Annoyed, the zealot shook it off and rose into the air again.
Someone screamed.
How beautiful it all is! the zealot thought. How beautiful! He smiled happily, dumbly. How flexible, how amenable was the sun!
As he continued, he found a different corpse. He only allowed himself to be annoyed for a moment. The change was faster now, and his path swerved to avoid it. He barely had a chance to notice the cracked mechanical green eye.
Something felt tight in the zealot’s chest.
How lucky am I! he thought. To live in a world where the sun will never set!
How many corpses were there? As he kept moving, they kept getting in his way. A shock of yellow hair. Curled goat horns. A pink jacket. More than five, more than ten. Green armor. A striped shirt. A metal arm. This would disrupt an entire segment of the design, but the red light smoothed over any worry, any distress.
Why was it so hard to breathe?
It was all part of the grand design. It would all work out. They would be entombed in the machine, hidden from view. They would not be a blemish on the world for much longer. They would be as much a part of it as the zealot now was.
The light seemed to sparkle as it reflected off the bloodstained quartz.
A tear tracked down the zealot’s cheek. 
How lucky they are! To stay here forever, a part of this beautiful, beautiful creation!
The tears continued to fall. He ignored them. After all, he had work to do.
Someone was sobbing. He ignored that too.
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shepscapades · 1 year
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I like, know 5 yongs and I'm too afraid to ask about the remaining BILLION you've drawn xD they all look so good!
Hehe thanks!!! I’ll be posting another batch of song doodles tonight (just one song, but… well…) so get ready for L O R E :-]
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alliedn · 1 year
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Last bunch of sketches (for now)
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milich96-ocs-blog · 2 years
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WE PLAYIIIIIN
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focsle · 1 year
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Hiiii, I remember seeing your post about wanting some ghost stories a while back and i think you should read "The Forbidden Harbour" by Teresa Radice and Stefano Turconi because its 3 am and I'm SOBBING over it. Also the art is just spectacular and wonderful to see!
Ooh thank you I will definitely check it out! The art looks really delightful!
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milich96 · 2 years
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tell me cleo's favourite songs/general music taste?
He -unironically- likes meme songs, like two trucks and discord. Thanks to Sodo he started listening to some rock music. He is quite fonds of the AC/DC 🤟
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autisticlalna · 2 years
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Lanable!
LALNABLLEEEEEEE yes yes yes
first impression: oh god it's been so long.. stabby stabby evil man. malicious manipulator that wants the buddies dead and has a diabolical plan. very cardboard villain (this is super obvious if you read my old wellcatchyou stuff lmao) impression now: pathetic wet cat of a man. he WISHES people took him seriously. still very dangerous when cornered but honestly he just wants to be left alone and do his evil plans in peace. Not Harmless but also if you dodge and weave your way close to him there are cracks in the persona. lalnabrain hellctor favorite moment: "TIME..... IS A HEXAGON" is extremely silly and is literally just an offhanded quip from when duncan and kim got confused about how in-character they are right now but also i love it. it's so goofy. a more serious moment is.. probably the entirety of his appearance in Burn? like we finally get to see him in action and he does SO much damage. showstopper moment. man i need to rewatch that idea for a story: i've been sitting on an idea for YEARS now in the work a miracle continuity that's about hector breaking into yoglabs and ending up in the reflecting pool from hypercubed. y'know, where livid is stored. the backup of who lalnable used to be. things go well (they do not) unpopular opinion: the story does work best with lalnable being the original. it's the bait-and-switch that shakes up the status quo, that calls into question everything about the lalnas, and GOD i wish more was done with it in-series. which is really funny because before 2.0's finale i was really annoyed at the "lalnable is the original" theory but then the time gate scene happened and i went OH. THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME ACTUALLY. favorite relationship: him and five are a riot. they're playing hot potato with the braincell but also he would kill for them even if they keep doing more and more absurd accents every time he leaves them alone for longer than 5 minutes. sliding further into my Bullshit Corner: hector and kakujo are Best Friends and hector does not have a choice in this and my fav part of the hec n jo show is honestly, like, the intro part where kakujo barges his way into hector's life and will not leave him alone and decides to hug this bloodstained stranger because he noticed he's having a brain hell episode. i want whatever these two have going on favorite headcanon: he started leaning into the murder persona after having that reputation forced onto him by yoglabs and then it evolved into like, a weird reclamation thing but also he just has FUN with it. he likes being stabby! he loves his evil laugh! he doesn't see himself as one but sometimes you need to play the villain
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betweenlands · 1 year
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13?
unlucky/lucky number 13 is Obsession by OK Go! god i really, really like this song -- not even for the music video, but just the vibes are so... i think the only right word for it is brooding. the thumping drums, the ominous lyrics, the fact that the audio in headphones switches from ear to ear and frequently some elements of the music will only be in one ear... it's unsettling in a really, really fun way.
this is a very good villain song in general, i think, great for an antagonist who isn't quite a villain but is unhinged as all get-out or someone who's just sort of caught up in things beyond their control while convinced they are in control. song for 77-2 doc, song for Killjoy, song for dominion vikingpilot, song for statistically at least three alexes.
i think i'd go with a fic based on this over a drawing or an animatic. maybe a full animatic, i could see it being like a vikingpilot animatic for the Monologue specifically, but i think the extremely driving beat would lend itself to a very interestingly paced fic. not a typical songfic in that it wouldn't be like, "lyrics to music interspersed throughout the fic" but, a fic that's like... if you listen, it feels on the beat of the song, that'd be an interesting challenge.
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chromations · 1 year
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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals
Thank you @gem2117 for tagging me!
1. Are you named after anyone?
My middle name is after my great aunt Vera!
2. When was the last time you cried?
October. Not much of a crier.
3. Do you have kids?
Nope! Too young for that.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Definitely absolutely totally no. (Yes, I do)
5. What's the first thing you notice about people?
Their eyes or their hair. If not that, how they treat those they're familiar with.
6. What's your eye color?
Chocolate brown
7. Scary movie or happy ending?
Scary movie, I'm a huge fan of those. And horror. Happy endings are great and all but give me an ending where they lose. Where it's all gone to shit.
8. Any special talents?
I can break all the rules of a dress code and never get in trouble.
9. Where were you born?
Michigan!
10. What are your hobbies?
I love to do art, ice skating, the occasional craft, and reading fanfiction. And binging long shows
11. Do you have any pets?
Yes! Her name is Shmoop and she's a ridgeback-boxer mix! I love her.
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13. How tall are you?
5'1"
12. What sports do you/have you played?
Ice skating, and I was on the dance team at my school this year, however next year I wanna switch to cheerleading.
14. Favorite subject in high school?
I'd love to say math but it's leaning towards biology and English at this point.
15. Dream job?
Marine biologist is at the top of my list.
Mutuals: @thatsalamander @calcium-rods @daddywattpad4945 @oranaro @kalamity @12u3ie @kritzkreigbop @goose-bxrry @artsarasp @ed-sheeran-hater @rarewubbox
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Le Joyau le plus precieux - Candyfloss
Spin off of the principal story, still a Modern!AU. The main characters of these chapters comes from the 2009 live action movie “Lucky Luke” starring Jean Dujardin as the lonesome cowboy. We’re talking about Jesse James and Billy the Kid; this ship was inspired by my friends @milich96 , @thenightmaregirls and @artsarasp after we watched the movie together. Enjoy :)
Chapter I
Strolling along the Seine in the seasonal fraction between late summer and early autumn is considered by most to be a pleasant activity. The colours of the tree leaves begin to change, fading into different shades of yellow depending on the species, and the air becomes cooler. In this scenery, while a pleasant breeze rippled the surface of the calmly flowing river, different types of busy people crossed each other on the bridges: boys laughing with each other, men in suits on their mobile phones or earphones, groups of elderly ladies gossiping...
In the midst of this chaotic frenzy, a man stood staring at the Seine, leaning against the railing of a bridge, a quiet smile on his face and his chin resting in one hand for support. To the eyes of those who had time to pause and notice him, this man immediately appeared full of peculiarities: his black hair was kept short, slightly combed back; a well-trimmed beard followed his features, not too marked. His clothing was fairly sober, a suit with a long black coat on top, were it not for an even longer beige scarf that almost touched the ground. But what struck the most attentive observers was his lost gaze, distant, as if he was not actually looking at the banks and embankments as others saw them.
A girl, who broke away from her group of friends, approached the man with big, emotion-filled eyes: -Excuse me... Aren't you Jesse James, the theatre actor?- He turned to give the girl a smile: -Yes, miss.- -Unbelievable! My mother and I are great admirers of yours; we have seen all your plays! Can I ask you for an autograph?- -Certainly.- He took the small, pink-covered notebook she was handing him, together with a pen, and with a quick, precise gesture, signed a blank page in nice handwriting before returning it back to its owner. The girl clutched the notebook in her hands like the most precious of treasures: -Thank you very much! But tell me: why don't you perform as often as you used to?- -Even actors need a quiet period, Miss. By that I do not mean meditating retirement; Paris has so much to offer to performers.- -It's a relief to hear you say that. Your fans miss you a lot; no one can hold a candle to your “Richard III'!”- Hinting a bow with her head, she greeted him and then joined her friends who had stopped not far away. The actor sighed, still with a smile, and walked off in the opposite direction.
Yes, he really needed to take some time off after his last major show, which had taken place six months earlier. He had always considered himself a “stage animal”, but his physique suffered after lost hours of sleep and too inconsistent meals between rehearsals. At the end of his performance as Iago in “Othello”, he had collapsed backstage, frightening everyone; fortunately it was nothing more than a sugar crash. From then on, he had devoted himself to more modest productions, more elastic with their schedule. The theatre was always and in any case his life, and to stop performing would have been like stopping breathing.
Walking without actually looking where he was going, he found himself in a public park in the city centre. Many families were strolling in the paths and playing in the grassy areas; children were running and climbing on the playgrounds like so many little monkeys, laughing and shouting. A mime was performing his silent art with a cheerful accordion music playing in the background, via a small radio, next to a fountain; the noise of the traffic diminished but did not disappear completely as he entered the park.
A sound, however, caught Jesse's attention above the cacophony: it sounded like a music box, with a childish but catchy tune. Moving a few steps in the direction it came from, he saw a group of excited and happy children all around a bicycle cart selling all kinds of candies, from the classic toffee to candy canes; colourful lollipops were on display in large glass jars neatly placed on the countertop.
-All right, all right, one at a time!- said a male voice, a little shrill; emerging from the group of brats a boy in his twenties adjusted his red and white striped hat and with a smile made funny by two beaver incisors, he added: -Get in line, boys! First the females first; always give way to the females! And don't push!-
Jesse stood a few metres away to get a better look at him: despite his slightly unkempt stubble, the young man had a childlike face; his sandy blond hair was medium-long and dishevelled under his hat. His face was freckled, and two big blue eyes went frantically from one child to another in order to give attention to each of the little customers. Perhaps he was a little neglected, even the uniform had here and there some crudely stitched tears, but the children seemed to love him, and who could blame them, the actor thought to himself: the sweet scent of the candies spread through the air irresistibly.
-Thank you, Billy!- said the little ones in turn as they walked away with the treat they had bought, or as Jesse couldn't fail to notice that the salesman had even gifted them, along with a rectangular card, like a business card.
When the pack of brats dispersed, the young man let out a slight sigh and realised he was being watched, and perhaps in a tone a little too familiar he turned to Jesse, frowning: -Hey, man, is there a problem?-
The actor looked around for a moment: was he talking to him?
The other planted his hands on his hips: -Yes, tall man, I'm talking to you! You were staring at me, don't deny it!- -Sorry if I seemed rude. I was intrigued by the congregation of children around your cart.- -Congre- What? How do you talk?-
Indeed, Jesse could not talk formally to other people. He was even so fond of Shakespeare's writings that he ended up quoting passages he had learnt by heart in conversations. This helped him a lot in his job, but made interactions with others quite complicated.
The blond continued, looking at him suspiciously: -Are you a cop? Last time was enough for me...- -A cop?- -Yeah. A nasty, hysterical dwarf locked me in a cell all night on charges of molesting children!! Is that even possible? I love kids, but not like that!- -I can guarantee you I'm not a cop. Just a wandering actor lost in his thoughts and found himself here following the music box.- -An actor, huh? I don't think I've seen you in the movies.- -I play in the theatre.- -Ah. Never been the theatre type.-
Jesse tilted his head, intrigued rather than annoyed: that boy seemed sincere. And there was something funny about his sincerity.
-Anyway... For the record, I don't molest children. I make sweets and candy for them, nothing more. And occasionally I give them as presents. Is that a crime?- He began to gather up the various parts of the cart in order to move it. Jesse let slip a quotation; it was stronger than he was: -It only takes a drop of evil to cast an infamous shadow over any virtue.- The other raised his head as he stooped to pull up the catches of his vehicle:      -What? -Uh... it was Hamlet, act one, scene four, verse thirty-eight.- The candy salesman scrutinised him thoroughly. The actor swallowed imperceptibly: he had done it again. -What did you say your name was, tall man?- This left the other interjected for a second: -I didn't say that... Jesse. Jesse James.- -Billy. Pleased to meet you.- He went back to arranging the moving parts. -Just Billy?- -You want my social security number? Everyone calls me Billy.- -I was interested in your real name.- -... You ask too many questions to be an actor. And I have to work.- He pulled up the last latch and grabbed the handlebars of the bike: -See you around.-
Jesse stopped him before he removed the stand: -Wait!- He took his wallet out of a coat pocket: -I would like to buy a candy cane, please.- Billy stood motionless for a second, continuing to look at him, then pronounced himself by placing his hands on his hips again: -I have the candyfloss-flavoured ones left.- -I'm fine with that.- -One euro, man.- Taking the coin from his small inside pocket, Jesse added: -Those cards you gave to the kids...- -I have a little shop downtown. I just opened. I advertise here in the park on weekends.- He handed him the stick and took the euro. -Could I ask for a ticket too?- -What do you do with it, man? I'll be here tomorrow at the same time, and the same time next week.- He got on his bike and rode away, almost shouting:         -Besides, it's good for you to walk at your age, daddy!-
Before Jesse could reply, the blond man had ridden off at top speed with a boisterous laugh. Flaming with rage, he clutched the stick in his fist and gave it an angry bite. How could he have dared to call him an old man, that irreverent brat!
But the taste of the sweet calmed his anger: it was really good. Looking in the direction Billy had turned away, he took another taste and exhaled: that had been a very strange encounter. Stranger than those he was used to finding in the scripts. -What a curious boy...-
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kool-aidd · 1 year
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I posted 232 times in 2022
That's 123 more posts than 2021!
3 posts created (1%)
229 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@kitkat1003
@cupcakeslushie
@artsarasp
@sweetest-honeybee
@the-king-of-lemons
I tagged 4 of my posts in 2022
#i love this hunk of a man - 1 post
#daddy chamber - 1 post
#this post did more for me than 5 years of anti depressants - 1 post
#hsjsjsjs garv - 1 post
#garv <3 - 1 post
#wattpad - 1 post
#dashcon - 1 post
Longest Tag: 58 characters
#this post did more for me than 5 years of anti depressants
My Top Posts in 2022:
#3
Bonks you
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This was probably aksed ages ago but i’ve just now realised it’s here. Bonks back tho.
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Your blog says ask away soooo
How did you get to be such a great talented person and friend :3?
I was born the greatest man
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My #1 post of 2022
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DID YOU LEARN NOTHING FROM DASHCON?
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redstone-sun · 9 months
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hey zain, i blanked out for two days i think, and tumblr didn't send me notifs, can i still do the ask game thing? 28, 30, 36 pwease,?
yes of course!! i love ask game you could ask me in ten years and if i could still find the post i’d 100% do it
28: Favorite side character: for flau i’m gonna go with hex because i hate him but i love him but i fucking hate him. for s&h tho it’s gotta be dillon bc You Know
30: Favorite idea you haven’t started on yet: mmmmfuck. hm. usually i at least get SOMETHING down for my ideas even if it’s a couple sentences so it’s hard to come up with anything i haven’t technically started yet.
36: Last sentence you wrote: for s&h it’s ‘They didn’t speak until they got back to Dillon’s.’ but for those of y’all who don’t give a shit here’s something from Hex’s Fun Zee Adventure More Like Grian and Mumbo’s TORMENTOUS NIGHTMARE: ‘He dashed away, chittering.’ sorry they’re not more fun and interesting lol
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sybilhallward · 2 years
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@they-them @diamondgalaxystar102 @da-pu-ri-to-jo-po-ti-ni-ja @meeraslaststand @mnmaggii @stutteryprince-difficulties @epocalyps @sugaryfriedhardware @embarrasseddefinition @queenanne1532 @lightninginhersoul @marashawness @never-had-a-macaroon @endlesswinternights @pancakemikus @traveltme @ultrabloodiemary @artsarasp @purefunneh @wesleeplord 
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alliedn · 2 years
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gosh I forgot about this one (original under cut)
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get it? because eyepatch
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milich96-ocs-blog · 2 years
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Hash has a lot of patience... but god damn it if she doesn't wanto to punch and break that fucking twink
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saberstardraws · 3 years
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Draw mumbo with that lovely spiral hair?
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*cartoon boing sound effect*
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