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sag3-th3-mag3 · 8 months
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So…I’m rewatching some clips and found this one
So, can Forever basically snap out of his drugged-out mind momentarily before unlocking his briefcase and immediately taking the pills to go back to being drugged out of his mind.
He seemed to snap out of it when Pac was mentioned to be treated with the injection/pills. He got all up in Cucurucho’s face and yelled at him. For those who don’t know what he said, he said something like “You’re not going to touch my family! You motherfucker! Are you crazy?!” I’m assuming that there are some phrases, names and words that can momentarily snap him out of his state.
Though shortly after he went into his briefcase and consumed those damn drugs again and laughing. There’s a couple of different ways of why he did that, of course the first likely one is because he’s addicted to it and he doesn’t like the ticking noise.
Of course there is a another thought I had in mind that are less likely.
He’s kinda been programmed to take the pills whenever the effect passes his body. Kinda perhaps like a hypnosis of some kind. His mind hears the damn ticking noise and is like ‘I have to take these pills now!’ Bleh bleh
Sorry if this doesn’t make sense, I wanted to write this down somewhere and I found Tumblr first yay
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toomking · 3 days
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all these guys do is sleep and eat... . ... .. . ..
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mari-lair · 5 months
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Teru has the instinct to fight when he is hurt. He doesn't really know how to talk like a normal person.
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So he assumes others are the same. He was trying to comfort Akane after Aoi was unable to follow them back to the Near Shore
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but only now I started to wonder how much of a beating Teru would be willing to take, if Akane so desired to give him.
Because to top this mess off, he had been guilty as hell.
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It feels like it was as much a means to help Akane after he failed the Aois, as it was a punishment for himself. I truly do not know how injured he was willing to get.
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gravi0la · 8 months
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Ok this arc is probably far from over but now that things are okay-ish I just wanna praise everyone involved in it cause tonight was really frickin wild. Like, rp wise it was so... impactful? Forever really gave it his all, he was so goddamn eerie, and his screams and mental confusion were extremely convincing, it was genuinely upsetting. And I couldn't help but pity Pac through this (he's the MVP tho!) Everyone else did so well too, I was IMMERSED, man!
And it's just? Very poetic how the people Forever had the most lore with were the ones to save him. Even though some bad things happened between them, like Phil's rejection and his crumbling friendship with Bbh. And also how Cellbit fought so hard for his friend just like Forever did to him way back then (Regret arc)??? *Cheff's kiss* That's cinema!
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leo-bandito · 7 months
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CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY.
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cellberry · 4 months
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Insane Duo, 2023
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akicklineisinevitable · 4 months
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so what about droid23 who are fuckin creepy. droid23 who are just this side of the uncanny valley. droid23 who are almost perfect replicas. they're plastic and shiny and new with sitcom-perfect smiles and they're just so darn good at being normal that you almost forget to think hey, did paul and emma always act like that?
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thesmpisonfire · 7 months
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Thinking about how the graves at Mike's room (and dark Chume Labs in general) was Pac's version of "moon house". Forever made the moon house while high on pills bc of a promise to Richas and it was the pinnacle of his grief and madness, while when Pac's grief reached its peak while on the pills, all his hope was lost even to lie to himself. They're dead. They're all dead.
The 3 graves are just as delusional as the moon house. They have the same weight to their creators
Forever was able to let go of the moon house in his own terms, he destroyed its core (Rochas). Pac is avoiding Chume Labs, he abandoned it... But the graves are still there
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c-kiddo · 6 days
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"what do you dream about when your dreams are your own?"
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bloodpen-to-paper · 8 months
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The parallel of Forever being let down by Cellbit when Cell "betrayed" him to work undercover for the Federation, forcing Forever to become the new leader of the Ordo and vowing to get Cellbit back vs Cellbit being let down by a Forever already in a position of power who has completely shut down, making Cellbit resort to heading an operation to save him from himself
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imminent-danger-came · 7 months
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Sandy: "Hurting others isn't a measure of one's strength—took me a really long time to realize that. As long as I'm doing something to help out a friend, I don't mind what it is! I just want to be there for 'em when they need me. Because at the end of the day, helping my friends is more important than anything else in the world!"
(2x08 To Catch a Leaf)
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Macaque: "She's completely out of control! If there's a time to go, it's now." MK: "NO! Mei is my best friend, I'd never abandon her when she needs me! We're heroes, it's what we do!"
(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)
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Azure Lion: "I thought I arrived in time to contain the curse, but, based off of your expressions I would hazard a guess that Sun Wukong has already been consumed, along with your friends." MK: "But it's fine right!? We'll just pop this bad boy open and get them back!"
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Azure Lion: "It's too late to save them, we can't risk unleashing the curse into the world!" MK: "You don't know, we'd risk it for sure! I won't abandon them when they need us."
(4x02 New Adventures)
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Yellowtusk: "I know full well what will happen should Azure fail, but- but he is my brother. I owe him my life." Sandy: "We get it! I'd do anything to help my friends, but at the cost of the world?" Pigsy: "I'm sorry pal, but NOTHING is worth that price!"
(4x13 Rip and Tear)
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Being there for your friends when they need you, but at the cost of the world.
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sag3-th3-mag3 · 8 months
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MAN, FOREVER IS GREAT AT ACTING
BRO IS CRYING AND SCREAMING HIS LUNGS OUT
HE’S JUST ASKING FOR IT TO STOP
How the hell is this shit in a damn MINECRAFT ROLEPLAY
Any who, I think the pills give him some type of negative effect on the person consuming them when they stop for a period of time. It seems to be hurting him physically and also mentally. This effect definitely is there to make him consume more and more of the pills. It’s definitely what got him hooked onto him
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wherever you want to go with this but i trust you -- prompt: blood
[uh @unicyclehippo & i are writing joan of arc themed lil fics bc … hello ava 👀 & mine is undoubtedly the more deranged of the two but ... here u go lol]
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ava comes back gentle; ava comes back covered in blood. 
‘i came back,’ she says, in the middle of the night when neither of you can sleep, after she’d stood in the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing red from her skin, in the middle of a beautiful valley in france that has crumbling wine caves and a slow river, covered in reeds, currents that remember its history, the rot and death and face-down bodies. 
‘i came back,’ she prays into your skin, her fingers tracing the curve of your ribcage like she’s remembering a church she worshipped at centuries ago, an organ and its pipes; your heart and ventricles and your own blood, faithful. ava touches you like she’s lived a thousand years; maybe she has. her eyes are the same brown as they were when you met, when she’d only been resurrected once, when she had cried at the marvel of the ocean and her own hands, and sometimes you wonder if you’re worthy of a strength like this — worthy of sacredness and consecration and your mother’s voice — i’d rather you take your own life than be gay — and maybe for so long you had taken your own life and shoved it down into the hollow of your throat, into the spaces between the bones of your wrists; you had discarded your want and offered up your slow-beating heart in its place.
ava kneels before you and scrapes her teeth along the inside of your thigh, the skin there pale and soft. it’s dark until she brings her mouth to your center and moans, and then the room glows: gold and blue — ava, ava, ava: life; some kind of god, some kind of — i am begging you to touch me; oh, i’m on fire, oh, i’m on fire; history and elegy are akin; you are my sweetest downfall, i loved you first. the holiness in ava is not of this earth — the metal, the burn — but she is, dirt under her fingernails when she came through the portal, blood coming out of her ears, covering her face. ava’s tongue is soft and she holds your body in the palms of her hands and the room is blue and gold, a room where you get what you want: crosses held before you while you die and eternal salvation and her name like a goddamn hymn and fuck, fuck, baby and your hips grinding down on her mouth and your hands tangled in her hair — hair that you had cut when you had wished for a home amidst the mountains and the tender press of her spine in the morning blue and hair that you had cut again a few days ago, trembling hands both times because she was beautiful, a blade at her neck and curls floating to the floor. she had asked you to, and now she asks you to do something for her again — to come, to come, to come. you hold your breath when you do, consecration.
the holy and the horror — the light comes in the name of the voice — and ava comes back ready to dance with you and laugh and ava comes back with enough power to detonate bombs with her hands. you kiss her and she tucks a flower behind your ear, waiting for your next battle at a convent in the countryside. ava eats without apology, whatever she wants, and drinks wine that stains her lips red, and kisses you in front of everyone; she is hot when you touch her, when her walls flutter and curl around your fingers and you touch her. sometimes you don’t know what to say so you just tell her what you know: primeval forests are so remote that humans don’t belong there, that people die when they go there, that there are wolves and moss and weather so cold humans can’t feel their hands. ‘what do you think our past lives were like?’ she asks, one day as you spar, divine powers aside, and you wonder: were you always her protector? have you always been by her side? have you watched her die, every time? ‘one,’ you say, like you remember it in your hands, ‘we were happy; we lived on a farm and we were poor, but we had milk and eggs and bread you knew how to make. i’d go out in the morning with the dog and you spun wool and it was quiet, and green.’ she sits against you, the halo and the divinium in her back against your front, enough to kill you, and her, many times over. ‘verde, que te quiero verde,’ she says, ‘we grew old. who died first?’
‘does it matter?’
‘no.’ she’s quiet; a ship slowly goes by. ‘we’d wake early, for breakfast and you rested your head in my lap when you were tired.’ 
‘i have loved you a long time.’
she traces a pattern along the lines of your hand, a scar straight across the passes right through them. 
the days move on and ava heals and ava bandages your cuts and bruises and a broken wrist when you don’t, when you are human and frail and strong; ava falls asleep, too wild and small and lonely and beautiful, her spine curled against your chest. she wakes you with coffee and once, after a particularly bad battle, where you can’t move the next morning, a blow to your head too hard, she stays with you all day in bed, reading and running her fingers through your hair. she wears a soft sweater and socks with little dogs on them and says you’re a miracle, you’re such a miracle, i would destroy the world before i lose you and it’s true; it’s scripture it’s sacred it’s heresy it’s a blessing. a promise from a god, while you feel woozy and nauseous and your neck aches — a promise from a god, weighty and beautiful and sighed into your skin in the afternoon rain.
ava comes back in love with you; ava comes back —
there’s an explosion inside the sepulchre and everything is on fire; you have not been scared for so long — forgive us, we lived happily during the war; but on the wild nights who can you call home? only the one who knows your name — and you wonder if ava died staring at a cross; you wonder if you will grieve in this life, as you had before. you wonder if ava knew, if ava has always known, if ava was tired. 
but then ava comes back — again, again — sooty and with torn armor and a gash across her face that hasn’t healed, blood streaming down. she walks through fire, unburnt, a smirk, even, on her face. ava comes back and kisses you and you taste blood and ash and dust to dust and the strawberry chapstick she had put on in the van before the battle, tucked in into her pocket with a wink. you have seen many miracles but this is one of an order you will never understand, one that will stop people from killing each other, one that is catastrophe and heaven.
‘let’s go home, bea,’ ava says, and you search her mouth for a sacrament and find it in the press of her tongue on the backs of your teeth. ‘let’s go home.’
and you do — the ocean, and in bed weeks later, the cut across her face red and shiny and healed, the edges pulled together taught, the burn on the palm of your hand a webbed scar right in the middle —
‘did you know,’ she says, in the moon and the quiet, ‘that joan of arc was put to death for wearing men’s clothing? she was so theologically clever that they could only order an execution if she relapsed into heresy; the guards at the prison she was at only gave her men’s clothes, which they eventually used to convict her.’
you kiss ava’s temple; her skin smells like lavender. she presses her lips to your pulse point. 
‘being a girl,’ she says, her brow furrowed, your bodies stretched and tangled under the sheets. ‘she burned at the stake for being a girl.’
‘do you — do you remember?’
she turns toward you, different than you remember but still the same, still exuberant about the sea and ice cream and books she loves, texting and movie theaters and petting every dog you pass on the street; ‘sometimes.’
‘okay.’
’there are days —‘ she laces your fingers together — ‘that i feel a call backward, in my palms, in my knees, in the back of my skull. to understand, to see. there are days when all i know of this life is to love you.’ she presses a kiss to the divinium tattoo on your forearm that glows blue in the dark when she’s near. ‘this is how i know you. you are what i know.’
‘i will never watch you die again.’
‘i’m not sure i can.’
‘well then i’ll join you, wherever we go next.’
‘yeah,’ she says, so sure, prophetic, ‘you will.’
ava comes back for you —
what did the voice tell you when you returned to your room? it told me that i should answer you bravely.
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camelspit · 8 months
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stina on the book 10 cover (pleading)
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mikaikaika · 10 months
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One thing I am not sure that Forever and Cellbit know is that the Spanish speakers are not majorly logging on due to the eggs. I agree the huge lore also plays a part in it but for them it's majorly the eggs. Spreen and Rubius were vocal about their opinions since the start and Rubius still says that he won't log on until the eggs are dead. Now Missa has also expressed his opinions about how the egg arc restricts people and is causing the audience to go harass the creators if they don't want to interact with that side of the server and just want to play regular Minecraft with their friends.
Now I know everyone is planning on giving immunity to eggs in some way or the other. So if they are indeed allowed to remove the 2 life rules on the server and just let the eggs be normal players who the players are allowed to interact on their own whim, and this is proposed in combination with the lore museum - I think that's what would provide people with an incentive to log on without being pressured by the people to produce content that don't have any interest in
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littleseasalt · 8 months
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insaneduo are destined to always divorce and the divorce somehow always makes them trust and love each other more
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