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See ya later my girl

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🎃Pumpkin Randus!🎃 Happy Halloween & Critober!

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Orem....maybe you deserved it a little....?

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Fan art I did of Kammis and Trelle from Critical Hit, a D&D podcast.

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Fan Art I did of a funny scene from Critical Hit, in where everyone was staying at an Inn, (forgive me for forgetting the specific episode) and Sekhar had another “episode” due to a deep secret he was keeping from the party at the time. All the guys rush in to check on him and rack their brains on what just happened, when Little Sparkle comes in once things have calmed down and at one point sarcastically asks them all if a slumber party is going on without her, in turn, Ket teasingly replys “Boys only”. This is how I pictured it happening. Hope you enjoy!

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Am I Miraculous? 

Aug 23, 2023

Major character death, death/murder implied, implied abuse, angst, implied character death, hurt no comfort kinda. HUGE SPOILERS FOR MERLIN (2008) and it is a theory that Adrien is a centimonster. I am NOT up-to-date with the show. Ambiguous ending (hopeful). 

You see, even tailors make mistakes. Their measurements the first times being an estimate based upon perception. They continuously sweep through their reference- again and again if needed. But Adrien was not a mannequin and she never would have that same reference to look at no matter how many times she tried to stitch him back together again. It was simply impossible-too late for her to try and cultivate the same soul back into this universe and the sacrifice too large for the weight to be upheld.

Her view of Cat Noir? Was not him himself and never would be. And he would never be himself to her again.

So, as she was honored with the role of the guardian of the miraculous and stepped up to instill peace once again, no matter the void so little knew of-the grief that consumed her every waking moment-she wouldn’t leave the vows she left behind; break her promise to her partner and the one she loved all those years. 

“I hope he lives a peaceful life in his next, wherever he may be.” She sadly smiled, resting flowers on a memorial to him.

Her parents were concerned at her “sudden” change.. what could have prompted such grief? They knew they could never understand it-fathom what their daughter was going through or fix it- protect her no matter how much they wished. But, they didn’t need to understand to support her; to listen if she ever decided to make that step, and even if not; would continue to be present there for her.. to remind her of how she’ll never be alone.

Adrien’s second life was most ironic in that he was yet again conceived by means unnatural and like his past life, lost his mother. This time, never knowing the woman that brought him into this new world. For a time, he was hated by his father. Witnessed a grief-stricken man who abused his power to the point of deaths and torturous means. It’s not like they knew he understood his own doom. But, he had cultivated survival mechanisms in his past life that he knew would allow him freedoms more than if he were to be without them. Nothing was ever free- especially in a household- *his kingdom* where if he wanted to have independence and autonomy, to be an individual, he had to “earn it.”

He fell into escapism via reading books about the new world. He’d secretly rummaged through the court healer’s books and found a hidden book on magic. Magic. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How come he’d never witnessed such a wondrous thing?

The answer was made clear in his father’s cruel rule.. the way he wiped out sorcerers in a genocide of his own rage. Adrien despised him. Despised the man who called himself his father. A man who left servants to tend to him and had extremely high (for a child his age) expectations of a young child. He couldn’t help but think that the only reason the man desired a child was not for love, but *an heir*. He hated the way he sought his new father’s praise over time, got recognized for even when he lowered his skills to seem inconspicuous. He never did know.. a “normal” standard considering his young upbringing in his other life. 

One day, there came a day he first held a sword. He couldn’t help but recall his days of sport.. and relish in the feel of it. Although the sore muscles certainly strained and the weapon was very different in weight and purpose.. it was familiar and that was all it took for him to love it… until the day he was expected to kill a man. Or rather a being. How could he escape? How could he do something so terrible? He may have known how to destroy things, but he wouldn’t ever wish a cataclysmic chain upon another from him. 

Uther stood behind him and just as his father once called, “no,” the strings of fate pushed him into a cruel act. He had no choice. No choice. He knew Uther wouldn’t be merciful. And yet.. he waited a moment. Spoke that he needed the restroom and wandered astray, pulling as he placed his hands in the stream of a river. He could never wash away the red stains.. even today he saw them, although they remained invisible to all else. He swore that one day he’d be king. That he’d never lose sight of his morality.. but as time went on his sanity lost it’s grip bit by bit and he feared the worst if change did not come soon. 

Change came one day in the form of a scrawny, but tall kid about his age. He was younger than him it seemed, but by this time, Arthur was a young adult. Never a man, but still him. He’d grown into keeping some of his same traits.. letting out the part of himself that teased and joked. Gave himself the freedom to be bratty at times, whilst attempting to show kindness even when he needed to act as he’d been taught. He immediately saw something in the young man.. it took a long time to see it, but, he was enraptured by him. Merlin was his name. And although he could be a blundering idiot, who was be to judge? Merlin didn’t have a whole other lifetime of memories to to keep him afloat, not to mention the state of technology and level of possible education outside of Author’s royal life. 

He put upon the man the “honor” of being his manservant.. he liked the freedom of finally having someone who treated him *normally.* Not afraid to speak their mind or criticize or hide ulterior motives.. Merlin was so genuine in that he showed. He didn’t care for status so much as he was forced to and Arthur had to admit, even if Merlin didn’t do well with his job, he was still someone he could see becoming quite the good friend.. a cherished one.

He escorted him on journeys- escapades he had quickly learned to bend to. ‘It’s just the way this society is.’ He’d try to tell himself as he’d cry over those red red and so wrongfully young bloody hands, but he lost the will or ability to express himself long ago. Even in his past life, more so now.

Merlin brought it back to him.. a part of him that he missed.. companionship. A comrade. A partner.. *friend*. God, a fucking friend for once in his god damn life.

When Arthur saw Merlins eyes glow yellow and observed the way he called up his magic to save him.. he kept his mouth quiet. He silently marveled at his skill. He was in awe of his power and touched at Merlin’s abilities. How could he be so dedicated to someone without anything in return? ‘He once knew what that was like. What it was like to be so dedicated to someone he’d give up anything for them, even the world itself.’

When the time came Merlin finally told him, years and years of trust and bonds. Complicated relations and situations passed.. He finally uttered what he’d wished to thousands of times before.

“Oh Merlin, I knew, you prat.” Merlin was taken aback, thinking he’d be stabbed through the heart, yelled at, anything but accepted.. nor even thinking that to be a possible answer.

“I.. what? Sorry, I must of misheard you.”

Arthur placed his hand on the other’s shoulder.

“You are far more than you’d ever think, Merlin. And make me awestruck at how such a dedicated and loyal man asks for nothing in return. The least I can do is say.. thank you. You are a dear friend. I feel I can be myself around you, not be held back by status or class when we speak.. and I always knew you were someone destined to be special.”

If only fate allowed his life to be more than a short miracle. One where the flame slowly was doused. And yet, one day the coin would be flipped once again. Merlin hjust needed to hold on to it until that time came. 

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I also have a lil cheeky treat for yall, this Friday....I also have a lil gaming channel | NYRARACHELLE Plays. and I’ve been making updates on The Dyson Sisters in real time (because these posts are actually from some months back, which is why I forget things sometimes, but I still want to share and fill yall in before getting to modern day!)

BUT, if yall want to keekee with some BIG SPOILERS and an actual tour of The Dyson Sister’s Del Sol Valley home, I have just the current household video for you....

Telling All of My Sims' Business + A Luxury House Tour! | https://youtu.be/P9APA-9zB-Y

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Everyone: omg the avengers infinity war is so depressing

Me: *is hella happy and carries on with my day even after knowing about the ending*

Everyone else:

Also me: I understand that many children look up to the marvel superheroes and expected the typical happy ending but what exactly were the adults expecting? I knew that there was going to be deaths so I was prepared. It was a freaking major war.Also you guys do realize that marvel is creating a sequel where the avengers go back in time to save each other? Did yah? Did YAH? Probably not....😂But I’m honestly not really sure who will be saved and who won’t so. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. NOW WIPE AWAY THOSE SALTY TEARS AND THROW AWAY YOUR SNOTTY TISSUES. Also theres like another Spider-Man movie that’s to be released next year I believe and another guardians of the galaxy. *fingers crosses for Gamora and baby groot....And Bucky......And black panther.....* OKAY IMMA STOP NOW