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happyk44 · 7 months

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"I'm not leaving you behind! It is my duty," he hissed. "I swore myself-"

"Your swore yourself because you had no choice, Percy." Her eyes were endless dark, devoid of feeling, of life. "You had a price to pay for your mother's life and this was your only offer." Her thin fingers cup his face through the bars. "You didn't choose to be my protector." She gave a weak laugh that made his stomach plummet to the floor. "You're not even my guard yet, not really."

Like a phantom, her touch slid down his cheek. He caught her wrist before her fingertip stopped gracing his skin. He could feel the rounded edge of her fingernail poke against him. Silence held fraught between them.

"Bianca-"

"Percy," she cut in, voice so sharp it cut him to the core. "I want you to survive. You're free. Take advantage of that, and go. Now."

"I can't go back without you," he said, quickly. She didn't fight his hold, but still his grip tightened. As though the harder he held her, the more she would stop protesting her escape. "You are-"

"Dead." Her lips thinned. "I'm dead, Percy. I was dead the moment they got their hands on me and I will be dead before either one of us even makes it beyond these walls, but you-" Her voice cracked, eyes watering.

He shook his head. Blood pounded in his ears. He didn't want to hear what she was going to say, wanted her to stop, wanted it all to stop. Just for a moment.

But it didn't, and neither did she. With a deep breath, she carried on, "You can make it. You can live. But only if you leave without me, so go."

His lungs burned. She inhaled so deeply, spoke so forcefully, and it made him hold the air in his chest until he couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't breathe, maybe she would. But his chest ached. Self-loathing wedged itself like a rock in his throat as he let go. The sound of his own breath was like nail on chalkboard.

"Percy," she whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer. Although tears hadn't yet fallen, her eyes were still wet. They glistened like the night sky. Her forehead pressed against the bars.

He looked away. The brick wall to his left was growing a fair bit of moss in the corner. "What's our star again?"

She laughed. It was a watery thing that choked him where he stood. Memories of standing the long grass, moonlight shining off the river, while she read her books beside him. Every so often, she'd look up at the night sky and search for the brightest star that month. She'd tell the stories behind the constellations. Or at least the stories from her kingdom. Any time she told a story, a fantastical myth, she'd follow up that her brother knew more - Nico, the quiet prince with a voracious appetite for legends and monsters.

Then, if she could spot the brightest star that month and if she recalled, she'd tell him what it meant for the people born that month. At least, in their hemisphere anyway. The stars were different elsewhere. Sometimes she'd crack open the newspaper, the stark image of her father, and read aloud the horoscopes.

He still remembered the incredulous sound she made when he told her they shared the same birthday. She'd dragged him to the library to refresh her memory on their star. Then argued furiously that he did not share the same traits as her.

It was a silly thing. She didn't believe it. He didn't either. But it was the first time they hadn't played the stiff act of royal princess and her knight-in-training. Not Percy holding his tongue and following strictly one step behind. Not Bianca doing her best to pretend he wasn't her shadow.

Awkward civility and stiffness carried thick between them from the moment Percy had been casted into his role. But that night, with the sound of yelling and laughter still echoing in their ears, they made an agreement. They didn't have to be the best of friends, but they sure could be casual with each other. After all, they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of their lives.

At least... they were supposed to be.

Slowly each finger detached one by one until all that was left was his palm pressed against her wrist. Then that fell away too. Still he couldn't bare to turn his head and face her.

"Leo," she said. "The lion. Strength, pride, loyalty, confidence."

A stabbed orange toy on new year's day passed through his mind. "Sacrifice."

It was quiet for a beat. Then, "Yes." His heart hammered so fast he could feel it in his throat. "The lion represents sacrifice."

What was he supposed to say? He wanted to run, to turn the lock with the key he stole, take her and run. Run far and fast. But deep inside, he knew she was right. He could get by undetected. No one cared about a child knight, not even yet passed his training. He could blend in and slip out. Even if he got caught, they wouldn't nearly put in as much effort to get him back as they would if she were with him.

She was right.

She was already dead.

He swallowed thickly and met her eyes again. The night sky glistened back at him and he thought of constellations and warm handshakes and kind agreements and silly arguments. Breath caught in his throat. "I'll miss you," he whispered, voice hoarse.

Her lips twitched. "I'll miss you too." She blinked, and one tear slid down her cheek. He tracked the wet trace it left behind until it welled up at the bottom of her chin and dripped to the floor. "Will you do me a favour?"

"You're my princess," he said. "I would do anything for you."

It was a weak smile she gave before she spoke. The sight of it crushed him. "Tell my family I love them." Her breath escaped from her shakily. She pushed back her hair. A classic move to hide the nerves that drove her hands to tremble ever so slightly. "And take care of Nico. Please."

"I will," he promised.

Her smile strengthened ever so slightly. But the tears fell fast now, one right after the other. Her face tilted away at the first streak. He immediately turned his line of sight back to the brick wall. Weakness, sadness, grief - she hated being seen with any of them. He always respected it. Look away until she was done. Don't speak, don't ask her anything, don't help her. Just look away and stay silent unless she calls out.

So, even as his mind's eye was trapped in the wet track of tears on her skin, the hitched sound of her breath holding in a cry, he turned and headed back for the dungeon's door. The doorknob twisted in his hand. The door cracked open.

"Percy."

He held stiff. "Yes?"

"Don't forget the bracelet."

Heat burned at the back of his head. In his pocket, the bracelet felt heavier than the weight of the world. When he had first arrived, she gave it to him. When he refused to take it, insistent that she could deliver it to Nico herself, she shoved it into his pocket herself. Like a ghostly stain, his thigh still tingled with the forceful and firm press of her hand. He was sure it always would.

"I won't."

"Stay safe," she said, a princess in a dungeon ready and waiting to die.

His heart shattered. Still, he kept his head held high. "I will."

Then, without another word, he left the girl he had spent the last three years training to protect. He was meant to die for her. It was the role he had accepted the night he and his friends had stormed the castle and pleaded for help with his dying mother. He didn't argue. He didn't plead. Without hesitation, he swore his life away for hers. Without hesitation, he swore his last breath would be hers.

Yet she was the one embracing the eternal coldness to come. She was the one breathing weakly so he could breathe strong. She was trading away her life for his. She was the lion, giving a mighty roar before the dawn of a new year. She was the sacrifice, held down by chains with a glistening sharp blade raised above her head.

But he wasn't the one lowering it upon her neck. No, he was the cold breath of winter. The first drop of snow. The wilting grass. He was the barren wasteland that drove her out into the open. He was the starving masses desperate to live. He didn't have to drop the blade. He didn't have to use his own hands to spill her blood across the ground. His survival was her end. And that made him her killer anyway.

#bianca di angelo #percy jackson #had this thought that was basically what if percy was bianca's bodyguard and became obsessed with protecting nico after she died #and this this happened #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #the lion leo constellation thing was spur of the moment so the whole sacrifice concept after was made up as i was going along #but anyway the thing i made up for it in this AU or whatever is that in hades' kingdom the start of the year begins with winter #so in the before times winter would come and the people would struggle but they'd be okay but one day the winter was awful #the food stores were ruined and the winter farms were weakened so people began to go hungry as they rationed the food #but the winter was so bad it also drove out the animals in the forest including a pack of lions which the people killed for meat to survive #so every new year as a tradition a lion is sacrificed as like a promise of survival and prosperity and health and whatever #a real lion is sacrificed publicly by the royal family. other people will sacrifice a placeholder like a lion toy or a painting of a lion #idk what they do with the lion after - maybe the royal family eats it or households do a lottery to get a portion of its meat delivered #could i not have just made up a separate new thing for percy's birthday month? yeah. but that would've required more effort and i'm so tire #fuuuck is it really 10pm? shit i need to eat

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nygleskas · 2 months

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missed jermstone 2nd year anniversary (twas feb 21st) this is so so sad ....sorrey gideon i luv youuuuuu 💗💗💗💗 everyones obligated to look at him

#in my defense. this month has absolutely sucked for me i keep going thru The Horrors n time's not real #luckily not going thru any horrors rn but february's not over...there's still time for things to happen #ok anyways. not the point of this post. gideon <333 #miss him so much i need s4 out nOW #.txt #i need to make gifs of him but i'm tired ...#only like 5 ppl on earth watch thisshow. and they're my friends. i kinda want more ppl to watch it but also #i don't bc what if i open tumblr and see someone shipping w him i think i'd die and explode #i already had to deal w finding ppl all of a sudden shipping w greg after no one liking him for years. which upset me Greatly lolol i don't #want a repeat. gonna gatekeep jean n gideon bc they're my only boys who ppl haven't shipped with. let's keep it like that /lh /j #i'm just rambling now LOL oops #anyways anyways!!!. i like him. that's all that matters. i'm getting in my head now i'm gonna shush #gideon

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bedlamsbard · 4 months

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Now I'm just mad and that makes me sad. :/ I really do try incredibly hard not to hate things in this fandom, which doesn't always work out because, you know, feelings, and I don't want to think about hating things! I want to think about things I like!

#also I am exhausted because I had to proctor an exam at 8 am this morning #and the surface is for real dying this time which was REAL inconvenient #(light on the power cord keeps blinking but either the charger or the battery or both have been whack for while now)#(yes I bought a new computer but I was hoping to not have to set it up until AFTER finals)#plus I keep getting information overload on some job/work/school stuff #I am just very very tired #during the last few years of being a star war I hated nearly everything and it was an absolutely miserable fannish experience #I do not want to repeat it which is why if I think I'm going to hate something I simply do not watch it #honestly my greatest fannish achievements of the year have been realizing when I'm heading for a rage blackout and turning off the episode #(what if rewatch on the cc ep and secret invation)#but what if makes me insane in completely different ways except for The One Thing #(probs because it's so variable so I can't simply go 'not for bedlams!' and move on with my life like I did with si)#your girl #(also I realized that when s1 aired I legit have like. fannish ptsd. over the entire concept of 'the animation might become live action.'#I do not say that lightly but the scars from the star war run REAL deep. I still remember how bad my reaction to various articles was!)#I'm going to go for a walk and maybe buy some cupcakes

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bitegore · 1 year

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some practical thoughts for ~the commune~ (wherever and however that may be)

where is your commune going to be located? what is the region like? what kind of seasonal temperature changes do you have? what's your growing season and land fertility look like? do you plan to have an agricultural commune (which must be tethered to the land) or some other form? If you're going for agriculture, what's your reasonable expectation for crop yield? If you're going for something else, what do you plan to do about feeding the commune?

How are you going to provide shelter? Do you intend to build structures or use preexisting ones? What are your building codes going to look like? How are you planning to prevent disasters (carbon monoxide leaks/poisoning, fires, flooding from pipes, etc)? If your commune is going to be a roving one, what will you do to ensure that your mobile forms of housing provide protection from the elements (ie: if a storm hits)?

how do you plan to get goods you cannot manufacture? do you intend to forego them entirely? do you plan to trade with the outside world? If so, with what money? How will you ensure that trade stays sustainable?

In the event of a storage or food supply emergency (crop damage, etc) what will you do? In the event of a housing emergency (flood, fire, tornado, etc) what will you do? In the event of a medical emergency (outbreak of plague, contaminated water or food, etc) what will you do? Do you intend to have someone to coordinate minor and major emergency responses? You most certainly should have a system for this firmly in place before it happens... because it will happen.

Similarly, how do you plan to handle interpersonal problems? Does the commune have a designated moderator? How do you keep the moderator from acting along biased lines? What do you do if they just fucking hate someone else in the commune? Do you intend to have any interpersonal checks and balances to keep the commune from essentially icing out (potentially killing, in the case of a post-Revolution TM world) members of the commune who are less likeable than others?

Everyone wants to work on the commune, sure, but people are bad at self-management in practice and some jobs are not going to be glorious and pleasant no matter what happens. Who is going to handle management of waste like sewage if no one personally volunteers? Who is going to make sure that crops (f you're going to have crops) are planted in the right fields and that the fields that need to be rotated or planted according to specific crop strategies are being done that way? Who is going to take inventory and ensure that the commune as a whole has enough food, clothing, materials, etc to survive the coming months rather than just the coming days? Who is going to coordinate efforts like construction where various disparate parts need to be done in particular order by people with varied skillsets who cannot neccessarily do everyone else's jobs? The commune doesn't need a boss- but unmanaged projects fall apart, and if projects on the commune go entirely unmanaged, eventually the projects falling apart won't just be pleasure projects but will be important events that might mean the difference between starvation or freezing in winter or houses collapsing and them not doing that.

Everyone asks the medicine question and that's for good reason. How are you going to handle the disabled population on your commune? How do you manufacture ADHD medications, insulin, wheelchairs, etc in a commune setting with probably only very small-scale manufacturing systems? Do you plan to have space for physically disabled and/or neurodivergent members of your commune? How will you provide a "buffer" for individuals who cannot work temporarily (due to injury or age) or permanently (due to any number of factors) in your commune? No member of the commune will be able to reliably work consistently. Likewise, what will you do for medical treatment?

Possibly the most important one - when is this commune going to be built? Do you need to work around existing regimes? Is it tomorrow, next year, next century? is it after the Glorious Revolution fixes everything so you don't have to worry about it? How does this affect your commune? Do you have to pay communal taxes, do you have to worry about zoning laws and oppressive police structures, do you need to worry about "trespassing" and "vagrancy"? Alternately, if the Outside World is gone and it's all communes, what does your emergency medical treatment system (hospitals and trauma wards, the stuff that wouldn't need to be in constant operation on a small commune but which are absolute requirements if you want people to survive things like bad burns or certain medical issues or some kinds of serious interpersonal violence) look like? Is there an inter-commune safety net in place? What of vaccination projects and other widespread methods of keeping people alive that need to be distributed among as many people as possible? How do you pass knowledge from commune to commune?

You don't have to be able to answer all these questions right now, and you don't have to answer them to me at all. But you should be able to answer them before the answers become relevant. The absolute last time you want to be answering the "what do we do when someone needs surgery or they will actually die in real life" question is when someone is bleeding out at your feet; the last time you want to have to answer the "who handles human shit and how do we handle it?" question is when someone has dysentery or e. coli because someone's mismanaged sewage got into the commune's water supply.

#this post is kind of just me thinking out loud. it's not meant to be an indictment of how anyone else thinks #also if you got ~practical thoughts~ in the same vein feel free to add on #i'm tired of utopian 'in the future everything will be better because we said so' discussions. i like practical steps.#i was raised on stories about the israeli kibbutzes and shit. took me years to learn Real stuff instead of what my mom and grandma told me #but even so it's still like. these are things that can be put into practice *now*#or if not now then *soon*#the entire system does not need destroyed to create a commune. you can just do that #it's still hard work but we dont need to wait until after the revolution has succeeded and every capitalist is dead

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 1 year

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usually I read the ESV Bible because when I was a kid and plagued with insomnia and psychosomatic sensations that was the one version I had downloaded to my Kindle (the original kind, with the clicky panels on the side to turn the page) and so I got strangely and perhaps sentimentally attached to the phrasing and the vague idea of it as "my Bible translation".

my mom, on the other hand, prefers the Holman's translation, and has often suggested I switch even though we both agree that either version is just as God-breathed and useful [insert 2 Timothy 3:16 here]. I've remained sentimentally adamant that the Holy Bible, English Standard Version, is my favorite.

HOWEVER.

Matthew 20, verses 29-34, in the ESV read

And as they went out of Jericho, a great crowd followed him. And behold, there were two blind men sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was passing by, they cried out, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” The crowd rebuked them, telling them to be silent, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” And stopping, Jesus called them and said, “What do you want me to do for you?” They said to him, “Lord, let our eyes be opened.” And Jesus in pity touched their eyes, and immediately they recovered their sight and followed him.

I read this just now, unable to sleep and so scrolling through my favorite Bible translation in the app on my phone, and something struck me. unlike ten year old sleepless little me, I have something I like to call ✨perspective✨. I also have a decade more education and a good portion of that is in, as we all know because I never hecking shut up about it, Biblical Greek.

see, the thing that tripped me up tonight is that I don't particularly care for the word "pity". maybe that's a very Western way to react, the same way we tend to react poorly to the word "meek". but it's the reaction I had and my instinct, in a very silly nerdy way, was to immediately go look up the original Greek of this verse.

so I pulled up another app on my phone that I keep around just for moments such as this and I typed in the passage I wanted to look at and I had my answer:

Having been moved with compassion then — Jesus touched the eyes of them and immediately they received sight and they followed Him.

I'm not a Bible scholar. except, of course, when I'm a nerdy little Greek scholar and am looking for an opportunity to apply that. I don't have a ton to say about this except that it's incredibly interesting to me how this was translated. from compassion to pity, which carry WILDLY different connotations, at least to most of today's audience. pity is the sense of being looked down on. compassion is more of being cared for. and from receiving sight, to recovering it... different connotations there, as well, if I were more clearheaded to dig into that. something about perspective, maybe, about personal action versus knowing you're provided for and simply receiving. it's almost like in translation, the POV shifts — from how the blind men may have perceived it, to how it really is and should be.

and my mom's favorite translation?

Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes. Immediately they could see, and they followed Him.

(Matthew 20:34 HCSB)

far closer to the phrasing and perspective of the original Greek. there's something to be said for comparing and contrasting, I think.

#sorry ladies I'm too tired for a real hermeneutic here but someone smack me about it in the morning #and I'll write up all my thoughts about how this holds up along the 5 steps.#bc like. what original audiences were reading and hearing about was compassion. there's over 2000 years #of time and translation to cover.#much like the common example of prooftexting Jeremiah 29:11 this passage is about a very specific circumstance #HOWEVER the application is. I think. (it is 3am). compassion and reception thereof.#if I can ill expand on it tomorrow. possible after I discuss this with my mom bc I know she'll want to hear all about it sjdkfhskfnsj #Lu rambles #Christianity #Bible verses

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running-in-the-dark · 1 month

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help I can't stop thinking about furniture. it's keeping me from thinking about the other way more important things I need to be thinking about (Jenkins, Dan Fielding, etc.)

#I could have just said John Larroquette but. I didn't #but anyway kitchens are expensive furniture is expensive paint is expensive #if we were rich I would be having the best time of my life. I'd love moving to a new place.#I'm having the best time playing with my 3d model of the apartment like it's a doll house #BUT actually buying things in real life is hell and it makes me so sad #god. imagine all the furniture I could assemble if I had money... sigh #trying to think about my guys to fall asleep but the furniture won't let me. ugh. I love furniture so much.#I know we're going to ikea next week and it's so bad how stupidly excited I am about it #ikea was probably my first hyperfixation as a kid and I haven't liked anything else for this long (it's been like. 27 years lol)#I cannot be normal about it #I will get to build shelves. and put things in shelves. organise things. build our wardrobe (for the third time in three years)#whenever we buy the kitchen I'll get to build most of that and then organise it too #I'm soooo excited!! and this time I'm only like... slightly chronically ill! and I won't have two surgeries right after we move (I hope....)#so maybe I'll have enough energy that it won't be awful this time!#anyway #need to sleep it's 6:30 and I'm so tired but my brain won't shut up #also my cat. he is yelling at me. I don't know what he's trying to say but he's very upset apparently #personal

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dante-and-dragons · 4 months

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Ough. Post-session fatigue is hitting harder than usual today.

#i think it's because it's um. a friday after school. and also we picked up after like a 2 month hiatus. and also it's my new player group #as much as i love them (truly they are Amazing players in terms of creativity and roleplay and scheduling and such) it is a little...#it feels like higher stress because i want to match their level of detail and like... creativity (which i did)#but also i want to make sure that they are having fun which like. dms always want to do. but them especially #bc this is their first experience w/ dnd and i don't want to turn them off it. bc your first dm can really make or break it yk?#but like hhhhh after my players left i just. kinda cried. and it's wild bc it was a good session and they said that they enjoyed it #but the crash was still So real. also like explaining the rules (it was our first combat they know the rules In Theorybut yk how it is)#like tbh explaining the rules wasn't even that bad it was just. i think it was also just i was tired bc of school #(tbh this year i've just gone home midday on fridays bc i get so exhausted on them) and also first sess in a while and cetera #anyway i'm feeling a little better now bc i talked w/ one of my players and she was like. enthusing abt it. and i listened to good music #but like. wooo. that was a REALLY bad post sess crash i haven't felt that bad in ages #d&D #dante dicit #might delete #dming #dm'ing #dungeon master #dm #dungeons and dragons

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ourmondobongo · 1 year

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*Sighs*

DO NOT excuse me for wanting to feel the same obvious intense and intended emotional rollercoaster of watching my favorite character losing his last person after 2 years of that cursed chapter's release, and one whole decade following the manga and animation.

Also, DO NOT excuse me if I think it could have been just a bit less rushed so I could feel my emotions as immersed in the moment as it was during the heartbreaking and amazing and feral adaptation of The Rumbling. I just wanted to feel the same obvious intense and intended emotional rollercoaster of seeing my two favorite characters (for the past ⅓ years of my life) having a moment so faithful to the manga as possible.

And lastly, DO NOT excuse me for thinking that losing someone you care so much - a person who had been there for you and fought by your side for the past 10 years - deserved a farewell that was properly shown, smoothly shown, and could have lasted at least 60 seconds.

Because my very own 10 years experience with the two character that I've dearly chosen to follow and care and love for so long - and about whom I have my own independent interpretation regardless of all worldwide ship discourse, brain dead ship wars, and whatever unreal takes a few people I don't even know/don't even share the same POV - cannot fit into a weird, superficial, and disguised anti-ship discourse made out of some generic "collective ship standard" idea, false symmetry, and melodramatic, hate-fueled takes that keep spreading misleading information about an entire community.

This is so tiring.

As if everyone - regardless of whatever ship community they are part of - has the exactly.same.POV. As if thousands of people, spread ALL over the globe, with different backgrounds, different understandings, different minds are actually some weird homogeneous retinue of symbiotic, codependent and brain dead beings.

It is so tiring.

It's so fucking tiring.

snk is really a fanDOOM

And this is when the damn Rumbling stops being something to be feared and becomes a fucking hope for humanity.

#I'm tired of the disgrace that is to be involved into shounen manga fanDOOMs #I'm not even looking for things to be upset about or complain YET these freaking internet algorithms keep coming after me #people do not want to understand #they are completely out of the mindset or mood and yet want to put themselves as this sole pinnacle of universal understanding #The Judges #are you guys for real?!#snk fan curse #anti ship discourse #ship wars #these fucking ship wars and character haters #I've been seeing this pattern repeating every month for the past 06 years #I'M FUCKING TIRED #negativity

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shikai-the-storyteller · 2 years

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When Eret died in their hardcore world, the world turned into a black void with endless rainfall. It felt so beautiful and poetic, and I know it was probably some glitch or something, but let’s imagine this from a character lore perspective for funzies:

If we assume c!Eret is Herobrine kin (or something of the like) in every world they inhabit, including this Hardcore World, then perhaps their death is what corrupted the world. Some fanon lore categorizes Herobrine as: “a virus that can delete or manipulate worlds”. Maybe whenever c!Eret is killed, there is catastrophic reality-shattering damage as a result. (After all, Herobrine aren’t technically supposed to exist in any world).

If we were to go a step further and connect this theory to c!Eret’s DSMP iteration, it might explain the whole “potentially immortal (?)” thing they’ve got going on. There’s certainly something strange about their relationship with life and death. We could say this is a side-effect (or even the cause) of their friendship with Foolish, a Totem of Life who was once a Totem of Death, but I don’t think that’s necessarily the case.

When Eret accidentally (non-canonically) died on the DSMP recently, they said: "I never die -- I never die! That's my whole THING! I don't die and -- I died!"). From this we can posit several things: A) They’re some kind of minor god, B) They don’t die easily, or C) They cannot die because their death would break the world (and I doubt ‘ol DreamXD would be too happy about that).

Either way, there’s lots of unexplored lore potential with c!Eret’s character. Hopefully we’ll get some answers about their character’s history someday, but in the meantime, it’s fun to theorize!

#DSMP #Eret #DSMP Meta #DSMP talk #Me: *ignores the fact I know nothing about actual Minecraft mechanics* how can I make a story out of this #anyways WHAT"S UP GANG I just finished teaching for like 8 hours on JST and I'm hyped up on caffeine and the post-MCC endorphin rush #I haven't been able to write meta like this in ages what is HAPPENING #not complaining though. I'm having fun #I am so starved for c!Eret lore. If I cannot get c!Eret lore I shall simply theorize and write an entire essay with a works cited page #u know. falling back into old habits and the like #it's a nice feeling!#Man for real though... I haven't felt this creative in ages. I've been doing a lot of c!Eret related things #hopefully a few of those projects will pan out #I know one has to because otherwise Elise will End My Life #Anyways. G'night y'all #ALSO This screenshot reminds me so much of OOT's temple of light when Link reawakens after 7 years #I wish I could add alt text to this photo. I know I can do it on mobile but it's gonna break my formatting if I do that agh #OR THE CHAMBER OF THE SAGES IN OOT #Edit: Oh I take it back. The energy has left and I feel like a husk of a person rn.#I am SO tired JST time does NOT mesh with my sleep schedule

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