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Welcome, interns! (Jk, jk) We do roleplays and animations (Mainly FNAF and horror related). We are planning a FNAF fan game too, though that
Hiya! Iâm Arthur (AKA MrFuncle) from Shadow&Co! Iâm a beginner artist and voice actor. This is where Iâll dump all my random fandom stuff!
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About the YouTube AI age verification thing in the US:
Here is a link for another post detailing a boycott plan on the 13th of August. And if you think that it's not gonna be that bad...
IT WILL AFFECT YOU, TOO.
If you watch:
Gameplays and gaming-related videos, for example Minecraft, Undertale/Deltarune, The Sims 4, GTA/Minecraft roleplaying videos, mod videos (even if the mod is 18+), Genshin Impact and other gachas, horror games no matter the rating
Unboxing of PokĂŠmon/Magic The Gathering/any other type of playing cards
Table Top Games, including watching TTRPG campaigns
Slime tutorials, probably (yeah, both kinds)
Essays/Commentary/Theories about IP for children, like cartoons/anime - Gravity Falls, Winx Club, Monster High, PokĂŠmon, Digimon, Yu-Gi-Oh, My Little Pony, Miraculous Ladybug, Spongebob Squarepants, and the like
Anything about Doll Customizing, including ball-jointed dolls, Blythe dolls, OOAK projects, and anything similar
Cosplay videos, probably
Videos about collectibles like Labubu, Funko Pop, plushies, and similar
Videos and YT podcasts about Anime, like Trash Taste and Mother's Basement
VTubing, most likely, given the nature of animated avatars
And maybe, Draw With Me/Art tutorials of all kinds
There is a chance that the AI will target your account, EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT FROM THE USA, and flag it as an underage account because of your watching habits. Therefore, requiring you to provide your identification or photo to YouTube in order to continue using their services normally and not have your account deleted.
And here is the kicker: IF YOU DON'T and continue to use the service disregarding your account's newly found underage classification, THEY WILL CONTROL WHAT YOU CAN WATCH EVEN MORE. They are banking on you being too tired to fight this, and just accepting it as the new normal.
This is a blatant ploy to monitor the people and gather massive amounts of data to sell to governments, plural. If it works without too much of a hiccup in the US (and in the UK as well, since over there it's affecting every online service), other countries will follow suit.
If you are in the US, you have to fight this.
They've already come for Steam and Itch as a way of controlling self-expression and speech. This is yet another tool of censorship. And it WILL affect all of us, globally, eventually, because the internet serves a lot more people than the US and the UK, and the rules are applied mostly equally.
Share the boycott plan. Tell your friends and family about it. It will affect them, too.
punks, rebels, and cd collectors - share this information as far as you can. I know to share anything outside of tumblr is to be known, and to be known is mortifying I know but your comfort zone can stretch a little to accomodate this
people do not know enough about this. aid them. truly, we all stand together
Terminology reminder: reblogging is Tumblrâs in-site sharing system but REPOSTING is saving a picture from a post and then making your own post
I have seen genuine confusion about this in the past (largely from ppl more used to other sites that donât have a reblog system) thatâs the only reason Iâm adding the explanation
gitm character stamps!!! now you can put your favorite clown (hopefully noon) on your art fight profile
all art belongs to @venomous-qwille live love laugh
okay so i've seen some people express the opinion that it would made more sense if new memories/varigo didnt have their first kiss (yet) immediately after the eternal library fiasco because a lot just happened and they need to process that firstâwhich I can totally understand really
(plus in the bullet script posted by the creators, it didn't say they shared a kiss, it just says they've confessed soooo yeh and besides I do think it would feel so much more rewarding/satisfying if they had their first kiss after they've mended properly and worked through their rebuilding relationship where they're in a place of being on the same page again after a decent chunk of time has passed)
So I propose a compromise, instead of a kiss it's a forehead touchâwhich is the headcanon that this is how ingvarrians express affection
when Hugo asks Varian why he's still willing to start over with him, Varian just have their foreheads rest against each otherâno other words were spoken and they just stay still there in the moment because Hugo understood that Varian just said "because I love you (too)" through that simple actionâand he presses closer in return
some friends gave me the voice prompt of affirmations @ the listener from sun and moon, so if you love these two as much as I do, and would like to hear some kind words from them, do give it a listen and a share so others can hear some kind words also <3
Hi Bearz! I see you have also been pulled in by the Cookie Run and had to mention Strawberry CrĂŞpe Cookie is so cute and makes me think of how you draw Sunspot! <3
The light glow of lanterns slowly became more noticeable as the fleeting rays of evening dimmed in the sky. As if to be a signal of its own, the great gates of the inner palace open wide as servants once again line the entry with polite bows to greet the visiting king and his companions. Sir Grent and his servant lead the march before their king, walking proudly past the serving humans, Grent heads to the waiting tables only to notice a single human standing in front of them on the path.
âYou there, step aside. A servant should not stand in the way of a guest.â
Grentâs words were stern as he looked at the unphased human with ice in his eyes. The human looked past Grent to await the king before giving a bow of their own.
âGreat golden king of Maritza, your radiance graces us at the palace. Please, we offer you and yours seats of honor with our emperor.â
Lunâs voice was calm and poised as they gestured to a large wooden table with cushions on one side. The kingâs smile grew as he took in the view of such seating before following direction and taking a seat just off center of the table, Grent sitting just beside him to the right.
âNot bad at all, a bit of freedom to sit on pillows instead of a chair but this is a weird little country.â
The kingâs voice carried true amusement, as well as some arrogance, not really caring for his own manners or decorum. Lun resisted rolling their eyes as they made their way across the way to the gong near a small arch on the east of the courtyard. With a small smile, Lun picked up the soft mallet, and swung at the gong, a ringing echoed the entire palace for a good few seconds before Lun bowed to the gate and stood again.
Silence befell the court as one by one, the Ladies of the palace arrived with their hand maidens behind them, each one to sit at their designated tables sling side the emperors. Five Ladies of unique design and dressed in silks, walked with the grace of falling snow as they moved to their places, among them Lady Syra looking up for a moment to see Sir Grent and his servant again before returning her gaze forward as she took her place.
Lun watched with pride as everyone took a seat before ringing the gong once more and looking toward the palace stairs to watch the emperor appear and begin his descent to the gathering. As he walked to his seat beside the king, the emperor gave a nod of his head to the visiting guests and gestures for Lun to come closer.
âLun, let everyone know to begin, and fetch our guests drinks for their travels.â
Lun bowed happily as they left the emperorâs side and began taking charge of the servants and proceeding the feast and entertainment of the evening. As music played, food was served and drinks were had the emperor watched the golden king for a bit before turning to him.
âI admit, the stories don't really prepare one for your arrival.â
The king turned his attention to the emperor with an inquisitive gaze, almost challenging him to his next words.
âAnd what has you saying that?â
âThey seem to leave out that your golden appearance isn't just armor, but your entirety. I admit, to see one entirely made of gold is quite a sight to behold, and very rare in one's life to see around here.â
The emperor spoke simply as he looked over the king's mechanical body, size alone the golden king was already built broader than most in the land, but to see the coloring so vibrant and almost intrusive to the eye is something else. The king however, took in the emperorâs words as pure praise as a wide smile planted itself on his face and a deep chuckle vibrated through his body.
âI see, and yes I agree with you there. This isn't the first time Iâve turned heads with my sun-like radiant appearance, though they refuse to change my introductions at risk of intimidating more, simple, people in their homes. After all, intimidation doesn't make for good parties or peace trades.â
The kingâs attention changed back to the center court stage as the music changed and women with draped scarves walked on together and began to move gracefully in dance. The emperor watched closely as the king and his right hand Grent both seemed to stare intently at the dancers. Their gazes made him feel uneasy as he looked among his courtesans noticing Lady Syra sharing a look of concern herself with him, the other ladies seeming to either look away from the guests uncomfortable, or looking to their handmaidens for conversation and council.
âTell me, emperor, are all these ladies here part of your service? If so I have to admit Iâve never seen court ladies or slave keepers dance with such, interesting movements. How do you get them to do such hobbies, in our land they act like tea parties and garden sitting takes too much energy.â
The king once again let another deep chuckle at his own humor before taking a drink from his glass.
âRight you are my king, perhaps the emperor really is the perfect person to help with your.. dilemma?â
Grentâs voice was lined with the same hunger as a cat finding its prey, his eyes moved to focus on Syra at her table several feet away, he was locked on and Syra could feel it in her circuits. She held back her disgust and a shudder as she lifted a hand to summon Lun to her.
âYes my lady, how might I..â
Lunâs voice trailed as they noticed how tense Syra sat, their eyes scanning the area inconspicuously before noticing the gaze of Grent.
âI see your distress my Lady. Do you wish for me to stage an escape for you?â
âIf I leave I fear who else might catch the attention, but I do thank you for your concern. Truely, I wanted to see if you noticed it as well, or if I was going mad.â
âMadness would never be in your programing my Lady, you are the light on many who always sees the smallest bit of shine. If you out of anyone is nervous, then that alone is more than enough for us to take this seriously. Permit me on your behalf to carry your concerns to the emperor.â
Lun held out their hand gently as Lady Syra reached to her dress collar and pulled a small pin from it and placed it in Lunâs palm. With a bow, Lun stood straight and began a walk back toward the emperor. Grentâs gaze was still fixed, only now his target had changed, the exchange of the human and beauty caught him as suspicious, as he waited for the human to get closer. In a swift movement, Grent swiveled from his cushioned seat to grab Lunâs throat as the servant walked behind him.
âHand over what you stole, slave. I saw you take something from your master.â
Everyone looked in terror at the sudden trapping of Lun by Grent, seeing the human lifted by the throat sent panic among everyone. Lun tried to grab Grentâs arm out of instinct and desperation as they felt pain and darkness taking them, the slick metal however made it near impossible to get a good hold.
âLet Lun go.â
The words were deep and deliberate as the Emperor himself stood and grabbed the knights wrist and looking him in the eye. Grent looked ready to start to argue before taking notice of the emperorâs gaze, a new level of fear filled his coding as the deep void od pure rage met his eyes. Grentâs hand opened quickly, dropping Lun to the ground, hearing them gasp and cough for air.
âIf you ever, touch a member of my palace again..â
âIts a slave its..â
âIf you ever touch a member of my palace again. Your casing will be stripped from you faster than acid. You forget yourself here.â
The emperor stood at full height over Grent and his King, looking down on them as a god passing judgement.
âYou are guests in my domain. Far from your homes and your laws. Give me one good reason I shouldn't take this action as a decoration of war and slay you both now?â
Grentâs eyes widened as realization kicked in, not only did he react impulsively but in front of another king like his own. His eyes scanned the area, how had he not noticed before? Along the many high walls, guards were all standing, watching, they were ready to do as their emperor commanded at any moment and he was foolish to think it was peaceful without law enforcement. The king refused to move an inch other than to look at Grent with anger and disdain, he let out a deep breath before kneeling fully and lowering his body to bow on the ground to the emperor.
âI have no excuse for this one, and I also will not fight you in your own kingdom, that's a fool's tactic if anything. I ask your forgiveness for this transgression and also ask that we both discuss a solution to this incident and find peace once more.â
His voice was clear as he spoke, grateful to know the sign of submission in the culture, though not seeking to be the one displaying it. The king slowly raised his head and looked to Lun being helped up from the ground.
âYou there, I am sorry for his foolishness and I hope you are alright.â
âYour highness! Why would you?â
âEnough Grent, youâve done more than enough damage here. As your king, do you dare question why I am apologizing on your behalf?â
Grent resisted clicking his tongue to the absurdity before taking notice again of the now sea of glares from not only the two leaders beside him, but the entire court of ladies and servants alike. Begrudgingly Grent changed his position to match the same floor bow as his own king to the emperor.
âMy king shouldnt be apologizing for my own stupidity, I ask you, permit me a way to atone for my actions against your home.â
The hastened sound of footsteps racing echo off the building walls as two servants quickly approach the laundry building, only to stop short
The hastened sound of footsteps racing echo off the building walls as two servants quickly approach the laundry building, only to stop short as the service head steps out in front of them. With arms crossed and a tired look, they gaze down at the two as they catch their breath looking at the lead nervously.
âLate again I see.â
The two flinch slightly at the words before looking at each other then back to the head with nervousness. As one opens their mouth in an attempt to speak, the head raises their hand to stop before a sound is uttered.
âI donât⌠want to hear it. There is too much going on right now for me to deal with this.â
They let out a reluctant sigh before rubbing the bridge of their nose in frustration and looking back to the two.
âJust, go find the gardeners at the north gate and do as they ask for the day. We have enough bodies here tending to the laundry, and please try not to break anything.â
The two give quick bows and turn to head toward the north gate as another servant walks out from the laundry building. Her wrinkled hands holding a basket of folded silks as she gives a small laugh watching the two flee.
âThose two will find their place soon enough, I remember when you joined the servant quarter all those years ago.â
Her voice was like spiced honey, sweet to the ear but with a bite of knowing sarcasm in it. The service leader shook their head with a small grin, thinking back on their own arrival and how complicated almost every task seemed back then.
âTrue, it wasnât easy Nora, but it was worth it all to finally feel like I belonged somewhere. If I recall correctly, you didn't exactly try to make my welcoming very kind either.â
A sly smile crossed the old womanâs face as she set the basket down and took a fan from her sleeve to catch her breath.
âNot by a long shot, Lun. You were too quiet and scrawny that you needed a swift kick in the pride to get you to stand up for yourself and your work. I do admit though, youâre still one of my favorite brats.â
The two shared a small laugh before looking toward the main palace, Lunâs gaze fixed on the tall walls that covered everything that wasn't the open sky. Nora let out one final sigh of dismissal before returning to the basket of silks and continuing her chores, leaving Lun to their thoughts.
The palace was filled with busy bodies, servants and guards alike running to and fro to complete tasks quickly and efficiently. The inner palace and its courtyard were particularly busy, different servant leaders as well as imperial staff were all overseeing the decorations and meticulous arrangements of everything, from flowers to table runners; it all needed to be perfect.
Hour by hour, time moved swiftly as the sun reached its highest point, tension was felt among the staff as they knew the time of the festivities was drawing closer. It was only a matter of time before the Emperorâs invited guests would arrive and everyone would be on watch.
Out of nowhere, several people left their posts and ran toward the main gate of the inner palace. Murmuring began quickly, voices talking of one of the envoys arriving before the guest to make sure the emperor was prepared and everything was ready for this important person. The large doors opened as servants lined up hastfully to bow with respect, each one knowing better than to look up as they heard two sets of footsteps walk past them all.
âSo, this is the great palace our lord was invited to see?â
The voice was low and unimpressed by the scene of the palace courtyard, s click of the tongue slipped him as he looked back towards the lines of servants still bowing behind him.
âWhatâs wrong with those humans? Is there something they find entertaining about the ground compared to their guests?â
âI can speak with them if you desire Sir Grent, before his highness shows allow be to be of any assistance.â
The small human excused himself after speaking to find a single servant with which to speak of the situation. The discussion was a swift and quiet exchange before he nodded his head in gratitude and returned to his master.
âGreat Sir Grent, these humans show you the most respect and honor as an envoy to our king by bowing in your presence. It seems in this palace the bow they do is the same as the kneeling in our homeland to the king.â
The one called Grent smiled with a pride that could blind the sightless as he stood straighter and taller before placing a hand on the head of his servant with a rough pet.
âGood, good. It's nice to know humans understand their place well around here.â
His voice carried an unneeded level of volume as he began laughing to himself at his words, making his small companion flinch at the sudden sound before clearing his throat softly to his master.
âSir Grent, I apologize for interrupting, but I believe we still need to meet with the coordinator in charge of the meeting to make sure they have properly met the requests of..â
Grent waved his hand dismissively to his servant as he looked around the grounds once again. Like a catâs eyes fixing onto prey, the envoyâs gaze locked onto a female form dressed in silks near the head table, calmly arranging flowers.
âShe must be the woman in charge of all these slaves. Sheâll have the report we need.â
The servant shrinks back slightly, struggling to hold back an expression on his face as he follows his master across the courtyard to the person of interest. Quickly the servant walks in front of the envoy and takes a quick knee to stop him.
âPlease my master, let me assist in your introduction by getting this maidenâs name for you and present you to her. It's only fitting one as high of honor as you is given a true greeting.â
Grentâs face again beamed with pride as he waved off the servant, taking the opportunity for himself to make sure his attire is fir to be seen.
The small male walked calmly toward the silk draped woman, she was dressed in such a way it looked as if the wind itself was making sure her every movement was like a dance of pure grace. He swallowed nervously as he walked closer and gave a small bow toward her.
âPlease excuse my boldness madam, but might I have you for a moment? I am the servant of Sir Grent, of the kingdom of Maritza. If I might ask, are you the one in charge of overseeing the festivities of the day?â
The woman stopped her arrangements and looked to the small human a few feet from her, her eyes were like crystal as she stepped closer and placed two fingers under his chin to make him lift his head. The moment he locked eyes on her face and those eyes reflecting everything about his life back at him, he couldn't help but treble slightly.
âYouâre an interesting little one.â
If lilies were silk they still wouldn't carry the gentle, sweet, and calm of her voice in his ear, especially as she giggled light as a summer breeze before standing full again.
âI am lady Syra, the lady of the Aqua Pavillion, and to answer your question you are correct in your assumption. The Emperor wanted me to lead the set up for the meeting with your king.â
âI knew a woman as well put together as you would be the one in charge of all these humans. So tell me, how is everything coming along, or do I need to tell my king you need more time?â
Grentâs voice cut the peace like a fire alarm, startling his servant into jumping near out of his shoes. Before he could recover properly Grent pushed him behind his body to have a clear path to the lady in front of him. Lady Syra looked at the bold newcomer with a questionable glance before a small and empty smile returned to her face.
âActually, everything should be all set for your king whenever you choose to arrive with him. Our staff has been working diligently to make sure everything is to his requests. The cooks have prepared the dishes with the recipes you have sent as well and will be served at the appropriate time.â
Her voice was just as gentle but those who knew her could hear the sweetness vanish around the bold male that kept stepping closer.
âPerhaps you could join me at my table while we dine, it would make for a more unified meeting.â
âAs kind as the offer is, Iâm afraid I must decline.â
As Grentâs face dropped slightly in annoyance at her rejection, once again his servant stepped between them and again took a knee before him.
âSir Grent, forgive me master, but we were told for this meeting that there were customs to sitting that we were not to tamper with, the king himself agreed to the terms sir.â
âRight, I apologize, my lady please forgive my forgetfulness. You must already have a place to sit, and I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I got a lovely maiden like you in trouble with your emperor.â
As he recovered himself ice could be felt in his eyes toward his servant as he spoke warmly to lady Syra before giving a small gentleman's bow and turning on his heel snapping his fingers to call his servant to follow him back out the main doors.
âWe will return this evening with our King to enjoy the festivities.â
With that final declaration, they were out the inner gate doors and gone. The servants all looked between each other before attention moved to Lady Syra in concern. Quickly her handmaidens approached to make sure everything was alright and their lady was not stressed from the stranger.
