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Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.
The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.
The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.
The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...
The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.
The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.
The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.
The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...
The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.
The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...
The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.
The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.
The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...
Aphtober Day 1:Together
Mama Zoey with Levin and Malachi
Prompts by @vyladromeave
Adding a Shadow Knight Miku to the mix
Jury of Nine Miku
Jury of Nine Miku
Welp I'm back here again
no tv show will ever be able to resolve a m/m/f love triangle as perfectly and as weirdly as Hannibal, in which the woman kisses one of the guys, sleeps with the other one, then decides "actually, never mind, you're both awful!" and marries a rich lesbian instead - and, while this is all going on, the guys develop a weird homoerotic obsession with each other culminating in them going off a cliff together. truly unhinged and unmatched
This just makes me think of a role reversal-ish au with everyone thinking Aphmau is Irene incarnate and Aaron Shad but actually the opposite.
You think MCD Aphmau is ever bitter cleaning up Irene's mess?
Like does she run into people slighted by Irene all the time, blaming it on her or demanding she fix it even though really, she is not the same person?
And then she does her best to make it right despite that, because that's the kind of person she is, and each time the people are just... kinda ungrateful.
And then Shad comes along, wanting to kill her because she's Irene and completely fucked him over and she finally snaps like;
"THATS NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM! It's not my responsibility to clean up her mess! Irene is dead! And I'm too tired for this shit!"
I imagine that snaps Shad out of his murder boner. "Oh shit, it really isn't Irene." And then that starts this road of getting to know this new "Irene" who is now absolutely nothing like the old one.
In fact... Aphmau now is way more like Shad used to be. And Shad himself doesn't know how to feel about that. Meanwhile, Aaron is cackling because, "Bitch that's what I was trying to tell you!"
This is not how I was expecting to find out
Trump was shot at again! NYTimes has updated articles concerning FBI investigation
[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'Donald Trump assassination attempt 2: electric boogaloo was not on my 2024 bingo card.' to Cas' 'I love you'. /End ID]
Bro the fuck is wrong with the Minecraft movie trailer, what the hell is this shit. Just go and watch minecraft diaries like a real Minecraft fan
Portraits of the polycule + graphing out the relationship dynamics for the rewrite
I would absolutely be willing to help
LOOKING FOR BETA READERS!!!!!
I’m finally starting my phd/mystreet rewrite and I need beta readers
Requirements:
•in the aphblur community
•willing to give constructive criticism and not just praise it
alex hirsch truly is like. the guy ever. he created one of if not the most renowned and successful disney tva shows. he clowns on said network. he won his high school’s bird calling contest. he hates trump and is always advocating for people to vote. also prank calls republican/maga hotlines and was on the washington post for such. he voices half the cast of his own show and does a deranged mickey mouse voice he uses for like two separate shows. he owns a giant taxidermy buffalo. he and his sister were on an international improv team in high school. disney censored practically all queer themes in his show and now he has a nyt best seller (and created the website plus recent interviews ect ect) that imply there was something going on between that fuck ass triangle and ford. a straight man creating good old man yaoi. creates the craziest rabbit holes to send the fandom down probably primarily fueled by adhd and coffee. he probably has his flannel sewn to his body atp and has thousands of sticky hands on the wall in his house. i could go on but he’s just truly such a interesting guy
You know what?
I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.
I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)
I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.
I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.
I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.
I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.
I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.
I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.
I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.
I am both at the same time
my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.
^^^
okay so you were probably joking about the whole starting a minecraft server for aphblr but im actually working on doing it. we need to get more people before we get it started to see what kind of server everyone is interested in. you wanna join in?
Absolutely, yes I do.
I wasn’t joking btw I was like dead serious I need to be able to blow up your houses and have a reason to be cancelled out of this fandom. (/hj)
Let’s do it.
Woof woof. Bark bark. Woof woof woof
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And Galladay but Daaron ig
Reblog if it’s ok for your mutuals to tag you in posts they think you’ll like even if you don’t talk often.
The villan in a horror fic, oh no.
AFTER VOTING, click here to see what genre you've landed in.
i think if i were in the aphverse id be in love w aphmau too
Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood mentioned by name. 12 dead, 57 injured
Blaming my many MCD WIPs I present my headcanons of the guard academy
The guard academy plays such a big role in MCD but we know so little about how it works. I'm not positive if it's canon but I feel like it is extremely close to O'Khasis if not in it. So we know that Dale and Molly's son Brian is sent to the guard academy at a young-ish age and that in the original he comes back when he is 18. We know that he is there awhile so I'd say he was probably there like 4-6 years. We also know that there is some kind of list of possible Jury of Nine members, which I imagine is made by the academy during training. While 4-6 years is kinda a long time I imagine that they would want to keep those on the list close to the Jury. This trainig was definitely to see who could possibly take in a relic those who are on that list is kept for an extra 2 years and sent off under watch or placed onto the Jury.
Concerning the main Mcd charcters I feel like Garoth definitely fought to go to the academy and found out of his engagement right before he was to start the Jury training and faked his death. Laurance never did the Jury training but that was because went straight back to Meteli and had no clue. Katelyn finished the first part and was pulled about a year into Jury training to actually join the Jury because Zane had got the last member killed. Dante finished the first part and knew of the list but did not make it.
I might add to this but the voices have been satisfied
meowki fought for trans kids worldwide until his last breathe (rip meowki you will be missed)
(original image)
I'm running on a sherlock homes hyperfixation and this was good fuel
“lol Arthur Conan Doyle clearly didn’t know anything about drugs. Sherlock Holmes did cocaine but it calmed him down. That’s not how cocaine works!”
There are two options: Arthur Conan Doyle had never met someone addicted to cocaine or he met some with ADHD who was addicted to cocaine
Didn't know I needed this
is there an aphmau/aaron/zane throuple niche around here 😗
Putting this here so it doesn't go in my forever pit of MCD ideas.
What is Malachi knew that Aph and the gang were okay. Like the same way that Lucinda did but not as strong like a gut feeling. I know that he gets turned back human but I feel like he still has some of the magick that he had as a ghost. That and his response when they reunite. It's just that I find it weird how calm he was but that could also be his just general personality.
This mainly follows my headcannon that both him and Zoey told Levin stories as they grew up. I know he stays for Levin but I also like the idea that deep down he knew that Aph was okay.