I Know It Won’t Happen For A While But They Need To Bring Back The NPCs In Fantasy High Season 4 Solely

Not me absolutely bawling my eyes out at 3am after a very unproductive day listening to the first 10 minutes of Worlds Beyond Number, The Wizard preview

Podcasts are my least favourite form of content cause purely auditory concentration is my weakest but this is so so good for me and my mental health

worlds beyond number is sooo good!

Is there any greater blasphemy than that of an angel who fell in love with a demon?

He came to the earth at the dawn of its creation, his directive to enact God's will. The Archangels stressed upon him that, in so doing, it was imperative that he oppose The Enemy. They told him what he would face: one of the Fallen, a demon.

He thought he understood the nature of this creature of darkness.

But he was wrong.

Where there ought to have been ugliness, he found only beauty.

Where he expected cruelty, he found kindness.

Heaven had prepared him to thwart the wiles of a heart of evil, yet he found one that harbored goodness, gentleness.

A demon who protected the weak, the innocent.

A demon who mourned, who grieved.

How could Heaven have been so utterly mistaken? For he was assured that the demon had the devil in him.

But in this creature's soul, he can see God.

Beautiful. Kind. Gentle. Good.

To say nothing of his cleverness, his wit, his charm, his appeal.

The demon intrigues him. He subverts his every expectation. He is a fascination.

More than all that.

The demon makes him laugh.

Makes him feel.

Listens to him. Challenges him.

Saves him.

And as the centuries pass, he finds that in the demon's presence, an emptiness he didn't know he had is filled; as though the broken edges of their spirits fit together; as though they were made for one another.

He knows the Host of Heaven whisper.

They call it blasphemy. Abomination.

They wonder in horror:

How could an angel fall in love with a demon?

The truth is...

How could he have done anything else.

I was rewatching the Hitting on 16 vod and holy shit I think I cracked the code to as why the dynamic between c!crimeboys in the final c!Wilbur lore stream felt off.

No, because now all of this makes sense. The finale of Wilbur’s story makes sense. c!crimeboy's dynamic isn’t what it used to be in Lmanberg. It’s changed and c!Tommy is used to the way Wilbur uses words now. It has “no effect on Tommy anymore. They just make him a little frightened”

Tommy: “You’re scaring me” Wilbur: “I don’t want to scare you” Tommy: “Well you are Will!”

This exchange makes sense.

“He felt he had done something wrong simply by posing his pov and he felt like the antagonist when all he wanted was an answer”

The entire stream, whatever felt off between them, it all makes sense now

c!Tommy wants answers to his questions. c!Wilbur is unwilling to give them to him. That is, until c!Tommy resorted to violence just as he had seen was effective all throughout his childhood midst war and more prominently in his exile

“I don’t know why I did that… I didn’t use to be this angry” Frightened of abandonment because he could see the fragments of a broken man, his brother, who had been held together with a single bandage since his revival slowly start falling out of place.

And all c!Tommy wanted was an answer to his questions.

But Tommy’s only ever been antagonised for them.

Emily Axford <3

And the little flower in Brennan’s hair!!

(I started A Court of Frey and Flowers)

What if we were both immortal and we knew each other for centuries and hated each other's very bones for just as long? What if we made a pact to spend a date together with the condition we'd both die together afterwards? What if I invited you to my cathedral that I built with my own hands just in front of your castle so that you have to see it at all times? What if we sat and chatted and waited for my government assigned pet to decide when we'd die, saying how good of a time we had and how glad we are to see each other killed? What if the last thing we saw was each other's eyes, the last thing we heard was each other's voice? What if death doesn't mean that much to us other than knowing the other suffered? What if I'd be ready to die a thousand times and lose everything if it meant you'd be slightly weaker?

What if we'd find any and every excuse to kill each other, repeatedly? What if the slightest provocation led to manhunts and bloodsheds? What if your death was my favourite sight, my deepest relief, my preferred past time?

What if you were there to comfort me when my son disappeared, to hold me and say we'd find him with enough reassurance to set me upright? What if you were the only one by my side when I had to say goodbye to my daughter, crying as much as I wanted to? What if we were all that's left at the end of the world, only to move on to another one and meet again, and start this whole dance over again?

What if then? What would that make us?

i love you minecraft youtube, i love you minecraft storytelling, i love you improvised minecraft roleplay, i love you non traditional media, i love you block men who have literally made me shed tears, i love you medium that allows for use of imagination, i love you incredible and devastating plots delivered via silly mc mechanics

neverafter tonight like

Thinking about Evan Kelmp and Raphaniel

It’s me!!

Is it a sign that I'm currently obsessed with top gun and another show I'm watching just made a top gun reference.... I think God wants the brainrot to continue