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Vox Machina vs. Doors in The Legend of Vox Machina Preview Clip
Eep! My partner is buying me the season pass for River Walking at our local aquatic center so I can start exercising without feeling like *death* afterwards plus ya know
w a t e r gooood
And between my roomie and my best friend we're going 5 days a week!!! Yippeeee!!
It's 1.5 hours, 5 days a week, OUT of the house, kid-free, to better my health....
🥲🥲😍😁🥲🥲😍😁🥲🥲
I’m thinking of posting my art of Mutxip, what do y’all think? I mean I’ll post it no matter what but thoughts pls
I might be working as a Mechanical Turk for Amazon soon!
I get to go see The Lion King broadway on Thursday! I'M SO EXCITED!! I'VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE IT SINCE CHRISTMAS BECAUSE MY MOM SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS THAT SHE STUCK ON THE BACK OF A LION KING BROADWAY POSTER!!
I get to go to New York to see Hamilton for my birthday this year!
Just a little update on my trip to New York, the hotel that I'm staying at is right by the Richard Rogers Theater!!!!
A HUGE update on the trip ...........
I ALSO GET TO SEE DEAR EVAN HANSEN TODAY!!!!!!!
Me at Who ever said the Infinity War trailer was gonna be on the 29th
I'm going to my first comic con today! +] I'll be dressing as Hank and I'm really excited Probably not going to post pictures though for the sake of identity, but we'll see!
Underknight - Perseverance
Okay. I’m making a story on Wattpad (which I only found recently and am already in love with it) and I’ll be posting a bit of art while doing the story, as well as some other things I’ll be doing while writing the story. ;)
Now, a bit about the story:
- It’s basically set in a medieval timeline, where all the monsters and humans are basically peasants, kings, queens, knights, sorcerers, etc, etc.
- This story in particular takes place a few dozen years before the actual story itself, so most of the main characters will be kids or teenagers, except the old parents and so on and so forth. So, yeah.
- This story features two of my OC’s, a soul of Perseverance and a small dragon. However, my story has a slight twist to it. The soul traits, such as Justice, Determination, Perseverance, etc, are virtues, so I decided to add the VICES to it, which would give my story a little spice and would make sense to some of the things that would happen to my characters.
So far, that’s it, if there are any questions, I’ll gladly answer them, or will try to since the story is kinda half-developed, although I know the general direction of the story, the details are a little lacking..... so yeah.
Underknight belongs to me.
Art belongs to me.
Original Undertale characters belong to Toby Fox.
The official list of prompts for Submas November is now complete! Once more, many thanks to everyone who submitted prompts, there were enough to do a full month of main prompts as well as alternate prompts!
For those who are new:
Welcome to NOVEMBMAS!
Novembmas (aka Submas November) is an event to appreciate the subway bosses Ingo and Emmet, and it starts on November 1st!
Rules and plaintext prompt list under the cut
RULES:
Tag your posts with "#Novembmas", and don't be afraid to @ this blog! All novembmas posts will be reblogged here. (This is more for organizational purposes -- you don't need to use the tag if you do not want to, but you will if you want it to be seen by this blog.)
Keep things Safe For Work
Tag respectfully and properly
No blanks1pping whatsoever. (Many well-known shippers have been preemptively blocked, to prevent potential problems in the future.)
And most importantly: be Kind to each other. If someone does something that bothers you, just block them and move on.
PROMPTS:
Day 1: Sibling Antics / Humor
Day 2: Spooky / Autumn
Day 3: Glasses / Technology
Day 4: Maintenance / Coat(s)
Day 5: Stars / Outdoors
Day 6: Cozy / Differing Tastes
Day 7: Vacation / Anniversary
Day 8: Games / Unexpected
Day 9: Gardening / Cleaning
Day 10: Rainy Days / Arts & Crafts
Day 11: Amusement Park / Stowaway
Day 12: Costumes / Models
Day 13: First Train / Favorites
Day 14: Working Late / Surprise Gift
Day 15: Dragons / Happiness
Day 16: Trade / Receding Hairline
Day 17: Silly Arguments / Typos
Day 18: Heat of battle / Competition
Day 19: Flowers / Fanmail
Day 20: Pride / Sarcasm/Irony
Day 21: Photographs / (Coming to an) Understanding
Day 22: First Capture / Gym
Day 23: Family / Retirement
Day 24: Matching / New Style
Day 25: Sick / Guilty Pleasure
Day 26: Reunion / Hope
Day 27: Movie Night / Pajamas
Day 28: Snow Day / Beach Day
Day 29: Home / Fears/Worries
Day 30: Tradition / New Friends
I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS EPISODE!!!
PREDICTION:
The Gang Does a Clip Show will be centered around the gang’s Delusion, in that their collective, false, and more successful idealistic self images will be explained and described to each other out loud, making them real in a sense because that imaginary version of each of themselves and their wrongly recalled memories now exist explicitly in minds other than their own.
I think Always Sunny is taking this to above the next level, as they do, by making it literal - These delusions actually start manifesting.
(Additionally, and a bit self indulgently, Mac’s will undoubtably involve Dennis to an extent, so who knows where that could go. This could be used purposely to layout a sort of ‘best of macdennis’ supportive moments for catching up anyone who isn’t as familiar with the show/somehow didn’t notice, perhaps with the intention to make their relationship, however it changes next, have a chance to be well received and understood by a wider audience than if something like that wasn’t done as a recap.)
I wish I’ve seen Inception, but taking a look at the overview of what it’s about, maybe the new reality of this episode will be the shared dream world of their now openly shared delusional self perceptions.
And that the episode will explore the inception/origin of each of their strong held delusions about themselves (ex: Dees acting prowess and entertaining ambitions or Franks ‘attractive looks’ that allow him to woo women).
If interconnected dream worlds are the basis for the movie Inception, maybe The Gang Does a Clip Show will use the gang’s inseparable dependency on each other, that allows them to reliably stagnate in their delusions with enabling support without usually making progress towards success with these dreams, as the foundation for which clips are shown to outline their reasoning for being able to maintain such denial of elements of themselves and their lives where they instead embrace a more comfortable delusion. All their dreams of what they want and who they want to be, but are delusional about, combine into one new reality to make an actual “dream world.”
As a dream is in an ever-forming state, their delusional dreams/aspirations in relation to each other and the world around them as time goes on have to be constantly malleable in order to be kept alive as a dream or belief that’s still, by some stretch, logically possible.
I wonder if the viewer’s experience watching will be incorporated in anyway. Like in the movie, us all viewing this show is a similar exercise to what could be shared dreaming, and for Sunny, we are all participating in and supporting the gang’s shared delusions.
i’m so pleased this is a two-parter penultimate episode of the season
before The Big One
hmmmmm……..what do u mean there are only 2 eps left after this one……..hm
my brain rot is spreading! mom said she would share thoughts on divorce baby today!!!!!
(Warning for: Cracking open a very unhappy crow)
(We're in for a long one boys!)
"Set your crow on the table. Keep him calm." The man gestured to the steel table standing in the middle of the room. "I'll get a screwdriver and a bucket. And maybe some rags if he's got oil in his stomach.
Martyn was hesitant to listen, but if this Doc guy knew what he was doing... He set Brian on the cold table. "He's gonna fix you right up."
Three displeased caws at the uncomfortable table Brian had to stay on.
"Yeah, I know. It's a bit cold. But I can't exactly take you off the table, bud. Gotta get the water outta you!"
Another unhappy caw.
"Again. You drank water, bud. Water that can be bad for you." Martyn bapped the top of his beak, earning an unamused coo. "Metal and water do not get along."
Brian let out a defeated caw but finally settled in place. Just long enough for Doc to return again. With a few too many tools for Martyn's liking.
"I take it you calmed him down?" He set the tools on a cart. "You'll have to keep him from pecking me when I clean his stomach out."
Wait. Wait wait waiT-
"You're doing this while he's awake? Would it be better if I get him to fall asleep? This has gotta hurt in some way, right?" Martyn knew HE wanted to be out cold if his body got sliced open. But for a mechanical crow...
Martyn refused to take any unnecessary chances. Not if it could be avoided.
"No. He will be fine." That deep voice responded. His unnatural eye took on an even more vibrant red glow. "No pain receptors attached to the stomach. He'll only feel a lot of vibrations when I have to seal up his stomach. Just keep him from pecking me. It would stall the process."
Martyn bit his lip. He quietly folded his hands over Brian's neck, guiding the bird's head down. Another unhappy caw.
"I know. Cold." Martyn glanced down with a hum. He tugged off the dark green bandana wrapped around his wrist. "Let's try this for you Bri." He lifted his other hand from Brian's neck, folding the bandana under the bird's head. When Brian rested his head on the bandana he let out a very happy coo. "There we go. No more cold."
He could feel Doc's eyes lingering on him. He tried his best as he spoke to Brian. "We're gonna find our guy, I promise. And then me and you can go wandering the Crashlands. What do you think?"
A small caw. The metallic clinking of metal on metal. The glint of plastic in the corner of his eyes. And a laugh.
"The Crashlands are dangerous. Do you want to go walking around willy nilly?" Another shiver down Martyn's spine. That damn voice. "They will tear you down if you're not watching your step."
He willed himself to not roll his eyes. "I survived for almost a year. I think I'm doing pretty good. Saw some oddities, found this city... Gotta find more things." The soft tang of a screw hitting the ground. One, two, three, four-
"Have you found a loose bomb before?" A panel is removed from Brian, set aside. A small caw escapes Brian and Martyn has to keep his hands down to stop him from squirming.
"No? I don't exactly go looking... Why would bombs just be laying about?"
"Old world governments would threaten each other with nuclear weapons. Atom bombs, guns, drug planting. You name it, they were willing to do it. And then one of the governments shot at another and then the war broke out. They tested too many things back then. Made a metal that only reacts to oxygen in an instant. Others would combust if they got too close to water. Most were false alarms."
The way he got quiet when he mentioned "almost" threw Martyn off. He tensed up when he saw a semitransparent metal sack stuff inside of Brian. Swollen and looking ready to burst. "Ohh that doesn't look the best."
"It's an easy fix." Doc explained as he operated on the rather still Brian. "Those failed governments and their weapons are the reason this city even began in the first place." The sharp scalpel is taken away, and a bucket is placed under Brian's body. "We disabled bombs left and right. Brought any live bombs to the Core. They power this city. We were in charge of grabbing the bombs."
"We?"
"We." Was all he got in response.
Martyn fell silent while Doc drained the sack of the oil and water. He let out a dry chuckle at the happy caw escaping Brian. "Yeah, bet that feels better now that you are not walking around with water in your tummy, huh?"
Another happy caw. Definitely a yes.
"Great." Martyn's eyes flicked up to Doc. His eyes lingered on his horns for a bit too long. They were absolutely HUGE. Hanging beside Doc's head, amplifying his intimidating features... And yet making him look softer, in a twisted way. "Are your horns natural?" He
"Tumor. The organic one at least. The metal one is to balance out the weight."
A tumor. He knew that disease well. Cancer took his parents out before the plague did.
"Have you found anyone who could help you with that?"
"Not one that is alive." A soldering iron was set to heat up. "But I'm handling it well. I'm still kicking."
"If that's what you wish to call it." Martyn massaged the crow's head. "Almost done buddy. Gonna finish up here and get you something to eat. That sounds good?"
A chirp. Good noise. "You are going to be insanely hungry when Doc finishes up." He hesitated again. "The Angel. Is he here?" He asked Doc.
"No." Doc met Martyn's eye. "Left years ago. Posters are put up as a tribute to the man. Was a hero to a lot of people."
Not the answer he was hoping for. The Angel was gone. Out of town. Who knows if he would ever get to see him! Hell, would he even find the Demon in time? Was all of this just a lost cause?
"However. I know a person," Doc's hands focused on cauterizing the sack. "She's got an air ship. You get to her, and you're golden. She'll fly you to the city The Angel is in."
Martyn focused on Brian and his unhappy caws. It probably felt really weird on Brian's end to have his stomach constantly touched by something so hot. "Air ships exist? How come I've never seen one?" He ran his thumb along Brian's head.
"They're extremely difficult to find. You have to know a Captain to even get to the Hub. They sail above the clouds so people on the ground level can't see them. Their air ships are special, so most that fly them don't even show their faces. But I know a woman who has her own air ship. I can get you to her." Doc finally dropped the soldering iron and worked on putting Brian back together.
Martyn tensed up at a sharp peck to his hand. "A-And why would you help us?" He didn't even focus on Doc, too busy staring at the triangle shaped mark in his thumb. He bonked Brian with said thumb. That got him a loud, unhappy caw. "Hey, you're the one who pecked me." Martyn whispered to his bird.
A quiet chuckle from the Doc. "You amuse me. Figure I should at least entertain the idea." His red eye met Martyn's own again. "Don't see many people willing to go to such lengths. Most stay at the first settlement they find." Doc screwed in the last panel. "All better. His stomach is empty and sealed up. Keep him away from any water and he'll be perfectly fine."
"Thanks." He tugged his hands away, letting Brian hop straight up. Martyn laughed when Brian purposely stomped his two little legs over to Doc and pecked his metal hand. "Brian, don't be rude." He scooped the bird up in his hands. "He did fix your stomach."
A glare followed by a quiet caw.
"Ohhh, don't give me that look mister." Martyn bapped his beak. "Do you want air jail? You can get air jail mister!" The entire time he never noticed Doc's movements behind him. Not until he felt the cold metal brush against his back.
Did he jump nearly ten feet in the air from shock? Nooooo. (He ignored Brian's cawing laughter and Doc's quiet snickering. He did NOT jump thank you very much.)
"For a robot that does not belong to you... You take rather good care of him."
"Well I would hope so!" Martyn defended with a proud smile. "The little guy's voice box was worn out when I met him. Replaced the voice box and he's been as chatty as an old drama movie." He scratched under Brian's chin. "Isn't that right you screecher?"
A happy coo escaped Brian as the bird practically became putty in his hands. Martyn hummed as he made note of that. Birds like to be scratched under their chins. Got it. He then backtracked.
"How did you know he's not my bird?!"
"He's got a signature on him. Middle tail feather." Doc moved away to dispose of the oil and water. "He's somebody's pet or runaway experiment. My eye only tells me so much."
Runaway experiment. Was that what Brian was? ... Was that what Scott was? Martyn shook his head. No. Don't think about him right now. Don't break down.
"Thanks, I guess? Maybe his original owner passed. Crashlands are very dangerous." Martyn didn't want to think of the day that Brian would have to leave. "Where's this... Air ship?" He asked with a cough. Anything to change the subject.
Doc's eye focused back on him. He STILL didn't like that eye. "You'll see. Let me grab my signal flare."
"A flare?" Oh boy.
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After finding Doc's flare (And stopping for an hour to let Brian enjoy his well deserved hot oil) they made their way to a building Martyn would rather stay very clear of. "Are you sure this is safe?!" Martyn shouted over the howling wind. The air was thinner up here, and with all the holes in the crumbling concrete it did NOT help.
"No!" Doc shouted with a far too eager note in his voice.
Martyn glanced down at Brian (who had taken refuge in his arms to keep from being blown away) "Are we trusting a madman? I feel like we're trusting a madman."
Another caw and the shuffling of Brian's metal feathers. Brian was just as nervous as he was.
"DON'T STAY DOWN THERE, COME ON!" Doc yelled from the top of the stairs. "WE'RE ALMOST AT THE TOP!"
Martyn let out a deep breath as he stumbled up the stairs. He really didn't trust this building to stay up for much longer. One wrong move and this thing goes down in a pile of rubble.
Martyn peaked his head out through the heavy steel door, glancing around the empty rooftop. It seemed... Mostly safe, he supposed. No big homes in the floor at least. He kept Brian tucked in one arm as he walked out. "ShIT-" He barely caught himself as another gust of wind rushed by.
"Stay low to the ground!" Doc raised the flare gun to the sky. "It's about to get a lot worse when the Air Ship comes around!"
"WORSE?!"
Martyn barely had time to shield his eyes from the bright flash of oranges and yellows. He tucked Brian in his chest, hoping that the bright flare didn't blind the bird. "GIVE A GUY A WARNING!" All Doc did was laugh at him.
Thankfully they didn't have to wait long for this Air Ship. What Martyn didn't prepare for was the sheer SIZE of it. The large balloon strapped at the top was more than triple the roof top in length. The height itself was incredible, standing at who knew how many feet tall. More than Martyn could ever guess, the brown and white striped sails made it rather difficult to tell. The hull of the ship, composed of small circular windows and a fortified metal exterior, nearly took up the entire length of the rooftop and then some! Martyn couldn't even see the gap between the concrete and metal hull.
Needless to say, Martyn was impressed with the skillful landing.
"This is False's ship! Your one way ticket to Dia Bombia! Just stick with her until the morning and you'll be fine!" Doc shouted over the sound of the large engine. "False will treat you right!"
"Are you sure?!" Martyn jumped back when a large plank was thrown down to the ground. A hawk, made of shiny copper, pristine gold, and a craftsman quality appearance, flew straight down to him. It observed Martyn for a bit, its golden eyes raking over his body. "Well hello." Martyn mumbled. He couldn't even hear Brian's shocked caws until the bird was practically thrashing about in his arms. "Brian-!"
"Back off of him, girl, he's no danger!" A blonde woman offered her arm out like a lure. Summoning the hawk straight back to her. "Good girl." Said woman pushed her glasses up. "Doc, this better be the biggest emergency of your life! Shooting at the sky without checking your radar! Gave my poor Watchman a fright!"
"Unfortunately it's not a major emergency False. But I have a... Customer, of a sort. Needs to get to MCC."
Martyn didn't like the look of shock that crossed the woman's face.
"MCC? And you're sure you're not the insane one?" False looked back at him. "Well don't just stand there! Gather your gawking crow and get aboard! Don't have all day if you're going to MCC!"
"I-I'm not going to MCC- I'm going to-"
"Dia Bombia"
"Dia Bombia, yes yes, I know." False's voice overlapped Doc as she slammed a hand down on his shoulder. "But nobody goes to Dia Bombia unless they have a death wish or want to participate in MCC. And I don't take people who have death wishes."
Martyn gulped. "Guess I'm... Going to MCC." He muttered.
"That's the spirit! Come on!" She nudged Martyn forward. "You got a game to win! Maybe if you're lucky the Rewinder will pop up for a second. Always announces the games if his husband isn't too busy." Now that he could hear her better, her voice had a distinct accent similar to his own. "Hop to, come on!"
Martyn didn't even register that he nodded until he was being shoved forward. "Alrighty then-!"
"Take good care of him False! Don't let him fall!"
"Doc, you know I don't make promises like that!"
Martyn was regretting this more and more. Maybe he had a chance to back out- And the plank was being pulled up. Wonderful. Martyn looked over at where the plank was being hoisted and- Oh.
Oh.
So that's a Watchman.
The man's face was hidden by, surprisingly, pristine silver armor. His strength was something Martyn had not thought possible by a human, but this man could be a mutant like the others he had seen. Or a strength enhancer, he wasn't too sure. But the man was STRONG. And his stare... Ohh that was a "I will kill you if you fuck up" kind of stare.
Brian's caw snapped him out of it. "I'm moving, I'm moving." Martyn followed False into the cabin. "Thank you for taking me on such short notice. I was planning on walking but Doc-"
"Yes yes, I know. Doc does that sometimes. Unpredictable madman he is." False handed him a small key. "The bottom floor has a few rooms. This one is 103. When you leave in the morning, make sure it's nice and tidy. Don't give Wels more work than what he needs. He's a good man."
"Is that his name? Looks incredibly strong."
A nod. "Every pilot is given a Watchman in case things go astray. Sky pirates, thieves, people looking to take the engines of the ships. Stuff like that."
Martyn let a curious hum slip past his lips. "I'll find the Angel in MCC? What even is MCC?"
"The Angel is a 50/50. Depends on if the Demon's going to play or not." False approached a desk and began to press a few buttons. "MCC is the Mind Crack Championship. Every month, once a month, the Rewinder and his host hold a tournament. It's a bloody free-for-all. Thousands come every month for a chance to win. People die every single time."
That threw Martyn off. "Wait, wait, if it's so dangerous, why go in the first place? That makes no sense!"
"Because the Rewinder prevents people from dying. Gots a weird "No-Death" sorta deal going on. He waits for somebody to win, and then rewinds everyone else until they are back to health. Then everyone leaves, goes out into the Crashlands to do their own thing. Some return, some don't."
The idea that somebody could just... Bring one's self back to life... The idea boggled Martyn. And apparently, shocked Brian with the slack jawed look the crow hand- No. No, he was staring at the Hawk. Of course he was.
"So people willingly let themselves get slaughtered... For a chance at what? Money? Fame?" Martyn couldn't even imagine what prize had to be on the line-
"They get to grant a wish."
... "A wish."
"A wish. That's his husband's job. Wishmaker. The twelve Victors are brought back at the start of the year and they each battle it out for their wish. The ones that die don't get bought back. It's the sacrifice that comes with the wish."
Martyn didn't believe it for a second. "There's no way that's real. I mean... A wishmaker? What, does he conjure up the stars and goes "Your wish will come true eventually!" Or some crap like that? Seems like rubbish to me."
False narrowed her eyes at him. Uh oh.
"The wishes are real. Did you know that women couldn't pilot Air Ships? They weren't able to for as long as I was little. Hell, humans themselves are outright banned from purchasing them." Ohh boy, where did that sword come from- Where did that WALL come from?! Martyn went tense as he pressed against the wall, the sword's blade now pressed right against his throat.
"But I won. I made the wish to lift that ban. I got my ship. I got my license. I got my way. I fought my way through those games for three years." A dark look formed in her eyes as the blade dug into Martyn's neck just enough to draw blood.
"That's thirty-six games, thirty-seven if we include the Victor's battle. I fought tooth and nail for my ship. For my life. For Wels' life. And I will NOT let you disrespect those games-" The sword pressed closer to his throat- "Do I make. Myself. Clear?"
A gulp. "C-Crystal."
The sword fell. Martyn let out a relieved breath. He dragged his hand along his throat, pulling it back to see the dark red coating his fingers. He stared at False knowing his fear was obvious in his eyes. "You... Why wouldn't you just wish for the world to be normal again?" His voice was pitifully quiet.
"Because if the world were normal, everyone would lose everything. Our world may be screwed, but it is the only world we have." Was False's response. "Go to your room. Rest. Wels will call for you when dinner is prepped."
Martyn left. With too many questions still unanswered.
Too Much College
I am not entirely sure when I will start posting some content due to being to busy, hopefully I will be able to soon. But, I do want to be committed to this blog so I will try my very best.