#crash in 2024 heh

[februarytodeath]

cringetober day 24: niche interest ! tmf counts i guess. it's ?? relatively niche ?? i missed drawing them

[steddiebbang]

My Soul to Keep | Explicit  | 45K

Author: @mysteriousxmidnight

Artist: @sillysparrow

Beta Reader: @annanevermore

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson 

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle, The Party, Joyce Byers, Claudia Henderson, Jim “Hop” Hopper, Original Male Character, Original Female Character, Wayne Munson

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon divergence. Most of it’s the same except Eddie and Chrissy weren’t in Hawkins for it. Eddie is a Grim Reaper. Chrissy is a Grim Reaper. Platonic Hellcheer. Platonic Stobin. Background Buckingham. Steve Harrington needs a hug. Minor Character Death. Temporary Character Death. Eddie dies twice but I swear he’s okay. Afterlife. Still Working that 9-5 Grind After Death. Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Angst with a happy ending. Eventual Smut. Smut. Anal Sex. Anal Fingering. Blow Jobs. Hand Jobs. Tags will update once I actually write the smut and know what else happens heh.

Trigger Warnings: No Warnings Apply

↳ Keep reading below for a sneak peek!

Eddie Munson is dead. As a Reaper, he harvests the souls of those destined to die.

Everything goes according to plan until he and his fellow Reaper, Chrissy, get called to Hawkins, Indiana. There, he meets Steve Harrington and his nerdy band of friends. Eddie quickly gets swept into their world - and, inevitably, swept off his feet by the kind-hearted Steve, who makes Eddie feel alive for the first time since he died.

Reality crashes back down around him when he discovers that the assignment that brought him to Hawkins is none other than the boy he’s fallen in love with.

When tragedy strikes, Eddie is forced to make a painful decision - let Steve die, as fate demands, or save him and risk eternal damnation.

Project #063 of the Steddie Big Bang 2024

[askhatchetfieldhigh]

what mouthwashing character i would assign all of you to

anya : grace

idk anya is responsible and rational and she has a lot of hope that everyone can survive on the ship. even if anya doesn’t have a canon religion i have a feeling she would be catholic and heavily confide in mama mary. anya usually has to do things herself (before the crash and after bcus she has to take care of captain curly) much like grace. grace can’t really rely on anyone but herself instances being bailey in working boys giving her the gun (even though *he’s* the cop), her parents refuse to help her through her adolescence where she experiences *natural* feelings, and the Jerrys at camp idontwannabang who don’t protect the children at their own camp. (grace is a little more outgoing than anya but that’s because anya was assaulted and always seemed afraid after that very very traumatic incident.)

daisuke : ruth

daisuke. honestly was gonna assign richie bcus of the obvious Japanese name but i’m trying to assign them by personality and not just for fun. anyways, daisuke seems cheery and outgoing on the outside (ruth isn’t *that* extroverted but she’s energetic most of the time) but he feels like he’s a failure. so does ruth because she wants to be seen. to not be ignored. ruth and daisuke both handle a lot of verbal abuse too sometimes. with daisuke getting it from swansea and also by being called a slacker once (most likely more than once) by his own mom. and ruth just being verbally abused by.. honestly everyone. she’s trying. he’s trying. they both are and they both have their own release and way to relax. ruth acts in shows, daisuke… drinks mouthwash. (ruth doesn’t fit *too well* with daisuke but they seemed like the fit the most with each other.)

swansea : steph

steph felt like the obvious choice. both being sarcastic and mostly being weirded out a little by everyone in their perspective group. despite that, both swansea and steph really care about everyone. having a tough exterior but being extremely selfless and caring on the inside. i mean, swansea was guarding the utility room and saving the only remaining pod for daisuke. so he could live, and steph for willing to sacrifice pete for everyone else in this town. and also risking her life and future by evading the fucking law. (okay, to be fair pete and grace also did that but no one is perfect okay! I can’t psycho analyze every character ever, c’mon.)

jimmy : max

this was a little hard. i felt that max wasn’t a perfect match but.. i can make this work. a reason why i honestly thought they were kinda similar is because they are both *extremely fucking deranged.* but they kill for different reasons. jimmy kills for his own happy ending. max kills for the fuck of it, or ‘for the greater good’ since wiping out every nerd is best for everyone. but one of the things that also sets them apart is that jimmy thinks he’s the hero. max fully knows that he’s a bad person. a villain. (i guess they both have god/superiority complex’s too.)

i’m sorry peter and richie you guys are nothing like curly or any other character. genuinely can’t think of a reason you guys would be assigned with curly 😭

(OOC: anyways thanks for reading me rave on and on about my favorite little indie game hyperfixation, idek if you know what mouthwash is please watch it before responding if u have the time. gl on ur theatre show btw)

11/14/2024

I don't do horror anything... so I have no idea what any of this is...

~ Grace Chasity 🙏

LETS GO I LOVE DAISUKE SO MUCH YESS!!!

-- Ruth!

I like Mouthwashing, so I'll take it.

> Steph

FUCK YEAHHH

- MAX

that's okay... I haven't heard of mouthwasking anyways, heh.

**Peter Spankoffski

I mean... I could be curly for funnies 😏

~~ Richie

OOC: Hey dude!! Thanks for this rant!! I do enjoy mouth washing, so this was fun to read!! Thanks sm <33

[voxofthevoid]

Writing Log: September and October 2024

Merging the logs because I didn't do a lot of fandoming last month. Well, I did, but it's been pretty scattered. That's not ideal! I work best with a solid but self-imposed routine, but my schedule has been all over the place. September wasn't bad that way, but canon coming to a close wasn't really sparking joy. I'm mostly over that now, I think—just gotta not think about some plot holes and general underwhelming developments (unless it is to forcibly fill those holes—heh).

Anyway, like in August, writing was sporadic and incremental in both September and October. November would have been the same, but the vacation I had planned got cancelled, so it'll likely be business as usual. I don't know if I can finish my current long WIP this month, but I'm hoping to put a bigger dent in it than I managed the last two months.

the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb [JJK, sukuita and goyuu; Yuuji moves into a small isolated town after his grandpa’s death and acquires a demon fixated on him as well as a demon hunter more interested in him than in the demon]: 47,347

lipstick chemtrails [JJK, goyuu ft. fem!Gojou; Gojou helps herself to her favorite student's mouth, and he helps himself to a hell of a lot more]: 9,584

you were made in the image of god (i was not) [JJK, goyuu; Gojou refuses to rot, and Yuuji refuses to move on]: 9,911

Total:

Sept: 35,285

Oct: 31,557

Adding these in, my total unedited word count for JJK is now 1,113,386.

Meanwhile, the plot bunny list has grown...considerably. The total is now 113, but I might go through the list and axe a couple that don't quite spark joy after how the manga ended.

Canon-divergence AU in which Yuuji never ate the finger at his school and only enters the word of sorcery in October, once the Culling Games begin and the finger sealed in him at birth activates.

Yuuji fixates so hard on Gojou that he ends up time/dream traveling in time to when teen!Gojou was the loneliest.

Postcanon fic in which Sukuna says yes to Yuuji's offer to live with him. Years later, Gojou is reborn.

Sukuna and Yuuji are born sharing a soul—and its immense power. Their entry into Jujutsu High livens things up a little too much.

During Gojou’s and Yuuta’s body-swap training, Yuuji crashes the party, and seeing Yuuta’s expressions on Gojou’s face makes Yuuji lose his mind. It escalates predictably.

Canon-divergence AU where fem!Sukuna incarnated a while ago and is content enough to lounge around like in the Heian with fem!Gojou as entertainment. Fem!Yuuji gets treated to an abundance of cunt.

The fifteen-year-old boy whom Gojou ties to the chair in the isolation chamber isn’t the scarred calamity who wakes up.

The necrofic idea should also be in this list, but since I've already finished it, there's no need.

[yumark-ism]

200 by mark

oh mark, how obvious can you be?

200 was released in may 2024, way before the firstfruit or depth. it's mark's first love song release and he isn't hiding anything.

it's actually quite crazy how obvious mark has been throughout his songs, you just need to pay attention.

First, you crashed into my life and you just broke My roof and my window, girl, you had me shook

because yuta was the one to suddenly give mark a rush of obsession, love and flirtation he had probably never experienced in such a way before.

I'm living again in a drama in my head

yumark is like... fanservice? like a BL? too good to be true? could yuta actually be serious, is mark asking himself to stop being delusional? heh

Who told me love would come down like a million rocks? The rock you came with was an alibi

the love yuta came with came with an alibi of fanservice, something that can be used as protection against real feelings. yuta can cover up his feelings with "it's just a joke, just for the cameras" if anyone asks or even if nobody asks, it was his way of expressing what he couldn't say or do in private.

You and I, we have the same disguise Even a long gray cap can't hide it, right? When night comes again, can we ri-ri-ri—?

without writing too much, yuta's album is all about this disguise, off the mask, the hiding, the lack of freedom, being locked up, a prisoner. i suppose that's idol life x1000000 when you're in love with your group member. they were caught on dates at night, as we have seen.

You are my rockstar Without you, I'll always feel alone When I'm lost, you guide me home, yeah You make my whole heart When nothing adds up, I'll be your number You're a hundred and six and I'm ninety-four, yeah

do i have to say anything, really? oh markie. i'm so proud of how far you have come in not caring and sharing your love! i think everyone and their mother must have thought of yuta when they hear "rockstar"

and of course it fits with the yumark dynamic of yuta being mark's protector, guidance, where he goes for his emotional support

106 + 94 = 200. mark explained this is saying that he sees the other person as more than himself rather than them being just 50/50 equals, he thought it was more romantic that way. and i honestly think mark sometimes sees yuta as this incredible person he aspires to be like. a rockstar, so fearless in everything he does, etc

and i will just go to the outro because the song is self explanatory:

You are my Rockstar, my rockstar When nothing adds up, I'll be your number Hundred and six, ninety-four, don't you know? What you know, hundred and six, ninety-four? You're my rock, my rockstar When nothing adds up, I'll be your number You're a hundred and six and I'm ninety-four, yeah

again, he uses both "rock" and "rockstar" which screams yuta. i can't count how many times on this blog i said yuta is mark's rock. they even have a secret sign of 🤘 when yuta says "my way, my way" to mark when mark gets visibly upset or uncomfortable on camera. mark has said even as an adult, he feels like a child and needs guidance. so yuta is that for him, his rock and his dominant. thank you mark for confirming, have you been reading my blog? heh

also in this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBk_9ux7Thc at 1:33, mark is talking about how he couldnt make eye contact with the fans because he was too shy and yuta immediately says he however was able to, to which mark replies "that's good..." he then takes a moment to think and says "as expected from rockstar" which even the editors added the lyrics of 200 there on the screen

this confirms (as if we didn't know) that everyone thinks the "rockstar" in 200 is yuta

mark very obviously wants people to know that. this moment is from around july/august 2024, just 2 months after 200's release

the "rock" and "rockstar" are associated. it's a moment where mark is the one who needs help with something (too shy to look at fans) but yuta can do it with ease. this is the dynamic that makes yuta mark's rock and mark is impressed by yuta's natural ease with these things, how he just doesn't care, he is mark's "rockstar"

at that moment, when yuta hears "rockstar" his lips twitch and i'm sure he must have said something but it cut there. perhaps they actually spoke about 200 lyrics right there and how the song is about yuta and that's what inspired the editors to write that caption. why didn't they show us that part if it was the case? heh

either way, yuta knows 200 is about him.

i also just want to note in the same video, where yuta is just casually chatting with doyoung and johnny, no mark even around, they're talking about the meaning of love. yuta so naturally says he knows what love is and it's "MK." with how natural the answer is, it just rolls off his tongue and given the setting, this was not played up for the camera, it's just the simple and profound truth. yuta knows what love is and it's mark

[patsscarystories]

09/02/2024

part 4

“Phew! That was shorter than I expected!” Elvin said.

“Doesn’t hurt to have an extra person helping you out, does it?”

“Seriously Barry, thank you for helping.”

“Hey, we all gotta take some of Sherman’s shit sometime. Better you take it with someone who’s been through the wringer before.” Barry said. The armorer walked back into the room and inspected the weapons.

“Not bad you two. Alright, you’re dismissed.”

The two men stepped out of the armory and strolled down the dingy concrete hall.

“What do ya feel like doin’ now, Elvin?” “I wanna sleep like a fucking rock for the next fifteen years,” he said as he wiped his hand down his face.

“Heh, I’ve been there. I’ll probably get a drink and watch some Wheel of Fortune.”

“How can you watch anything on that ancient piece of shit?”

“You get used to it, eventually.” The two then come upon a branching path. 

“This is where I split off, it was nice getting to know you, Elvin.”

“Likewise.”

Barry turned right onto the other path. Elvin watched him until he disappeared down the hall. Elvin then walked back to the barracks, where he crashed on his bunk. The hard, cold mattress felt like an angel’s warm embrace after the hard day he had just been through. Elvin was looking forward to a long night of peaceful slumber. 

[mythrite]

A New Year with Mythrites

Word count: 840

The Shutter condo was alive with bodies. To call it a party wasn’t right, gathering was better. Fireworks shot up into the night sky, the turn of the new year coming nigh.

Switch leans against the railing of the balcony, watching the smoke of her cigarette dance with the stars. New years wasn’t something of significance to her—just means she has to remember that it isn’t 2024 anymore while she fills out reports. She hummed a melody of a Hollywood Undead song she couldn’t recall the title of right now, tapping her finger on the metal.

The Sergeant didn’t notice the door slide open behind her despite the music becoming audible. It was only when a familiar figure came to stand behind her.

“Hey, Finley.”

“Hey. Mind if I join you?”

“Sure.”

Drogo stands next to Switch, rummaging in his pocket for the vape he swore he brought.

“You sure you don’t want to smoke?”

He shakes his head, “Nah. Not a fan of cigs. What about you?”

“Hm. Vapes don’t do it for me.” Switch replies, “These are easier to come by.”

“You know that’s gonna kill you,” Drogo states. “Then again, I’m sure you’ve been told that enough.”

Switch chuckles, “Shocker.”

Drogo nods, finally taking a hit of the vape. “Do you know how they get fireworks to be all these colours?”

“Think Soap told me it was specific chemicals or some shit. Thought you took chemistry, forgot all that already?”

“You expect me to remember that?”

Inside the condo, the other four creations were talking. Well, three. S-047 was snuggled up against Zephyrix’s side, enjoying the warm atmosphere.

“So you’re telling me, ‘Nari—“

“Excuse me, ‘Rix, I didn’t know we were on a nickname basis.”

“Fine, Lucinari. You’re telling me you’ve flattened a whole block. In thirty minutes including preparations.”

The villain nods with a wide grin, “Mhm! Best work I’ve done.”

“I’ll give it to you. That’s impressive,” Zephyrix nods. “My job doesn’t let me do that type of stuff.”

“Heh. Sucks to be you.”

Shutter glances up from her phone. “Do you guys like champagne? I was thinking we toast off the new year.”

Zephyrix nods, “Champagne sucks ass but I’ll do it.” They then look at Lucinari. “And aren’t you underage?”

Lucinari scoffs. “Underage drinking is nothing compared to what authorities have against me.”

“Right, yeah.”

The three laugh quietly, noticing Drogo and Switch entering from outside.

“Are you two done ruining your lungs?” Shutter asks with a head tilt.

“Oh piss off, Shutter. Lungs are the least of my worries.”

“Fine then, Sergeant.” The two stare at each other, eventually breaking eye contact with a giggle. “Anyway, champagne?” Drogo and Switch nod, and Shutter stands from the armchair.

The two settle in on the floor. “By the way, where the hell is Mythrite? And no, I do not mean you or you—“ Drogo points at Switch and Lucinari, “—the Lorekeeper one.”

“Dunno, she said she’d show up soon.” Shutter shrugs.

Something crashes outside the front door. Switch immediately stands up, grabbing the knife stowed in her jacket.

“I’m here! Not dead, I was busy doing Lorekeeper stuff, I’m not dead—“

“Oh it’s just you. Speak of the Keeper,” Switch sighs, putting the blade away. She walks up to the door and pulls it open. “Make your entrances less… crashy, for the love of God.”

Mythrite stands up, scratching the back of her neck. “I know, I know. Sorry… but I was running late and I’ve been working on this new cloak design. Do you like it?”

Switch’s eyes flick down then up, “Yeah, better than I could’ve done. Now get in here, we’re about to toast off.”

The two enter the condo, meeting the rest of the OCs. Shutter was already pouring the glasses. An apple juice was set aside for a certain bird.

Lucinari looks up at Mythrite, “I like the trim you got there.”

“Such an honour coming from you. Didn’t think you had it in you to be all courteous.”

“Oh take a breather Myth, it’s a new year. We can start it off fresher, no?” She grins.

Mythrite sighs, “Fine. We can try.”

Lucinari’s grin grows wider. “Wonderful! Now come on, Shutter’s told me this champagne’s the good stuff.”

The clock strikes 11:58, and the fireworks raise their tempo. Mythrite stands up, the OCs’ conversations coming to an end.

“Now, I feel like I am required to lead this toast. So… 2024, huh? It’s been a year for a lot of us. Actually, everyone but me was created in 2024. Let’s not think about that though. 2025 means more opportunities, more memories, more… more uh… argh I can’t think of anything else.” This earns a quiet laugh from Shutter and Lucinari. “So much can happen in a year, and we’re gonna endure whatever The Lore throws at us!”

Mythrite lifts her glass, the other following suit, “To the end of ‘24 and the start of ‘25!”

Glasses clink and the fireworks dance.

Welcome 2025.

[collabpartners]

Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 12

*Hey guys, we're back with another chapter/episode! This is published on April 9, 2024. If you guys like this episode/chapter, don't forget to leave a heart, reblog, and comment! That would be greatly appreciated. Warning: Violence, blood, gore, and vulgar language. Enjoy!*

“Husk...Husk...HENRY!!!”

Husk snaps his eyes open with a gasp, finding himself standing in front of the small white house by the edge of the cliff. The waves crashing are the only sounds he can hear at the moment. He holds his head with a small groan and realizes that he can feel his own skin and hair. He glances down to find his own dark skin covered by white splotches coming up to his arms. He finds himself with his beer belly under his bright red and white checkered shirt. His brown belt tightens a hold on his black slacks, which surprises him that he’s wearing bright colors. He looks up and sees the small white house.

Somehow, he remembers this house from a long time ago. He makes his way up to the house out of curiosity. He hears wind chimes ringing on the porch, dancing in the gentle breeze. He opens the door and finds the calm colors of green paint along the walls, clothed with porcelain decorations of blue flowers covering them. Next to him, there’s a wooden hanger with three hooks to hang the jackets, sweaters, and beanies.

Husk realizes he’s wearing the polished brown slip-ons and takes his shoes off. He blinks in surprise to find his feet covered by black socks. As he walks across the wooden floor, he hears someone humming softly. He enters through the small kitchen with clean black and white checkered floors and emerald countertops. He enters the dining room, finding an opened puzzle box on the polished wooden table. His eyes move to find scattered pieces of puzzles piled up by a dark-skinned wrinkle hand of a woman in a purple dress and purple hat that has a feather sticking up.

“Well, hello, stranger,” the woman responds with a smile.

“Mom?” Husk utters in recognition. “W-Where am I--?”

“You’re home now, Henry,” she replies while taking the edges out of the stack of puzzles. “Won’t you sit down and help me with this?”

Husk sits down with a brow raised in his human form. “I haven’t seen you in years.”

“I know. First time in a long while, has it?” she responds with a warm smile. “It’s nice to do this again.”

“A-Again?” Husk questions. Sudden flashes of his mother leaving the house while his drunk father throws a glass of whiskey enters his mind. He grabs his head with clenched teeth.

His mother watched him get beat up and yelled by his father. He can’t remembered why he’s yelling at Husk as a child, but the screams are worse than he realize. But his mother did nothing to stop and defend him. It was then, he watched his mother left him with his abusive father. She hadn’t returned to him since.

Husk slams his hands on the table, standing straight up with his eyes narrow at her. “Bullshit! You’ve abandoned me with that asshole! We’ve never done anything like putting the damn puzzles together! You were gone! You’ve been out of my life! Why the fuck are you in my head?!”

He watches her go silent. She hasn’t flinched from her seat when he slammed his hands on the table or yelled at her. She watches him with a blank stare. He can’t tell if she is filled with guilt and regret or confusion.

She frowns and looks down at the puzzle pieces, continuing to take out the edge pieces. “You were left in pieces, haven’t you?”

Husk blinks in surprise at her question.

“It’s no wonder you became a cat--bird--thing in Hell. Heh, I know cats used to be your favorite animals before I left. You want one, but your father would’ve killed the poor thing without knowing it. You used to be the newspaper boy, riding on your little bicycle and throwing newspaper at the neighbors’ doors. You start working in casinos, which helps grow your love of magic and gambling. You’ve looked at the bottom of the bottle every day, wondering why you’re still alive. You’ve died of a heart attack once you reach seventy-five, never seeing the Light. You became an overlord at one point, but someone has your soul on a leash. Now, you’re in a loving relationship with your boyfriend.”

He tilts his head in confusion.

“I remembered every detail of you.”

He starts to tear up and wipes his tears away. “This is not real.”

“Maybe not. But the visions you’ve been having are,” she says while pulling out edge pieces.

In one of the edge pieces, Husk can see Stolas standing in front of his daughter, Octavia, with a protective arm in front of her to protect her from the shadow with a bloody knife. There are tears running down his face while Octavia appears horrified at what’s ahead of them.

In the other edge piece, Husk can see Charlie watching something in horror, black tentacles with green outlines surrounding and stopping her so that she wouldn’t dare spring into action.

Shining on the other edge piece, there’s Morrigan attempting to rip Fizz’s robotic limbs off one by one by the gang members. Fizz’s face contorts of anguish and pain.

Husk blinks to find another edge piece, noticing Moxxie and Blitz fighting against Striker and Crimson, bloodied and bruised.

Alastor and Vox are fighting each other in another edge piece of the puzzle.

Val holds Angel hostage, the pink and purple chains are firmer and tighter around Angel’s neck. They are sitting at the other side of the poker table with Val smirking and Angel appearing to be scared.

“Your visions are like puzzles,” his mother interrupts his thoughts, gaining his attention. “You’ll see fragments of what will or will not happen. It all depends on what path you and your friends will choose.”

Husk sees another edge piece of Rosie, except it appears to be Rosie barely taking off her mask, purple silk dress and blonde hair flowing to the side. A gasp escapes his lips, almost in terror.

“If you keep seeing the same thing, then it will happen whether you choose a path to avoid it or not,” she replies, finally done finding all the edge pieces. She puts them together, almost like he’s still seeing fragments of memories.

“How do we stop them?”

“Stop who?”

“The Vees! Morrigan and Orais! They’re going to destroy the realms and kill us all! They’re going to darken the Light and it’s only a matter of time before any of us can stop it. How do we stop it?”

She frowns and leans back against her seat. “You can’t if the pieces don’t fit together.”

“The pieces? Forget the damn pieces! Why can’t these visions tell me directly what’s going on instead of making up these puzzle-pieces bullshit?!”

“If things were given to you straight-forward, then you’re not really forging your own path to redemption, are you?”

Husk blinks in surprise. “What are you saying?”

“If things are given to you for the next steps, you wouldn’t be making choices. Your visions aren’t supposed to your guides. Your visions are supposed to show you the futures that you and your friends might have. Your visions are supposed to warn the others of danger. But you can’t stop futures, son. You can only watch them approach you,” she responds softly.

Husk sighs, looking at the edge pieces forming a circle. He tilts his head in confusion.

She hears the wind picking up the speed from outside, the light flickering above them.

“It’s time to go, Husk,” she responds with a sigh.

He glances at her. “What’s happening?”

“The future.”

He watches the house ripped apart, breaking all the porcelain dishes and tearing up the new paint. He turns to find the black hole in the red skies, sucking everything. He feels himself being pulled as he grabs onto the wooden pole planted on the ground. He looks up to find his mother having her skin and flesh torn off of her bones in a quick matter and flying up to the black hole. He closes his eyes, holding on a while longer.

“Husk...Husk...baby, can you hear me? HUSK!”

He starts to scream while his vision of the vortex seems to suck everything off of the earth. But it’s not the only thing that’s seen.

Tornadoes tearing through the forests, lifting up the dirt and trees up in the air.

Tsunamis crashing through the cities and flooding them, knocking down skyscrapers.

Earthquakes that creates large cracks that leads that lets the victims of it to fall into the lava.

Sinkholes sucking the earth into an eternal hole.

Volcanoes sending fireballs and lava oozing out from the top, coming down to the island cities.

“Husk! Husk! Wake up, it’s just a dream! Wake up!”

~.~

Husk snaps his eyes open with a scream, sweating around his furry face. He blinks to find Angel by his side.

“You okay, Husky?” Angel asks, watching his boyfriend breathing in and out heavily.

Husk looks around to find the others gather around him to make sure he’s okay. He looks down to find himself being furry again with only red swim trunks on.

He leans his head against Angel’s arms, placing his paw on his chest. However, Angel’s hand rubs his hand over Husk’s hand over his chest.

“It’s okay. It’s just a dream,” Angel reassures Husk.

Husk shakes his head. “No. No. No. This isn’t a dream. This--this is all real. We’re fucked!”

“Uh...is he okay?” Blitz questions with a brow arched.

Stolas hears the rustling of the leaves outside and senses something is off, walking away to look outside.

Husk shakes his head. “Our worlds are getting torn apart. Hell! Earth! Heaven! They’re all getting torn apart. There is this black hole that sucks everything up in some fucking sky. Many people are going to die! There’s going to be no one left alive! We have to do something!”

“He’s right,” Charlie determines. “We need to head back down to Hell and take down Morrigan and Orais along with the Vees.”

“Oh, the Vees will be easy to deal with,” Alastor responds with a wave of a hand. “I know just how to kill off Vox’s signal.”

“No, Alastor, you don’t want to fight Vox,” Husk begs.

“Oh dear Husk, you shouldn’t be worried---”

“You’re going to fucking die if you try to fight off Vox right now!”

Alastor growls, his antlers growing to the sides of his head. “Are you saying that I’m weak?”

“No! I’m trying to say that he’s going to kill you! They’re all going to kill you!” Husk screams in panic, his arms trembling.

“Husky--”

“We can’t stay here! We-We have to do something!”

“Baby. Baby, come here.” Angel picks Husk up like a cat and hugs him from behind. “It’s okay. It’s okay. We’ll figure something out.”

“No, it’s not okay,” Husk replies, shrugs off his boyfriend’s hold. “Nothing is going to be okay!”

“Husk, you’re freaking us out,” Fizz responds in fear.

Stolas looks out of the window and widens his eyes at the foreign sight. He blinks his red eyes, his white pupils shrinking in fear. “W-What is that?”

The others look to see the tornado tearing through the woods, moving towards their campsite.

Blitz notices it coming closer. “Oh, fuck! It’s coming towards us!”

Alastor slams his staff down from within the cabin, using the black liquid shield to cover the entire campsite and protect them from the incoming tornado.

Husk starts to breathe heavily. “It’s happening...It’s happening!”

“W-What’s happening?” Bella whispers to Charlie and Vaggie.

Both of the women don’t have an answer for her daughter.

Unbeknownst to them all, there are only five more tornadoes roaming around the forest they are in, tearing through the trees and setting the forest on fire, sucking up the fire.

~.~

The dark swirling clouds reign over in Hell, creating a vortex to send the black birds down to their as the music begins creepily with the choir singing in the background.

“Give in to the dark, Give in to the dark.

Give in to the dark, Give in to the dark.

Give in to the dark, Give in to the dark.

Morrigan steps out towards the city with her staff and sings lowly while the choir sings in the background.

“Since I have the powers of the seven rings,

All throughout Heaven, Hell, and Earth.”

Morrigan sings with the choir in unison as she sends out the bugs towards the Pentagram City, letting them spread throughout the Pride Ring.

“I send the plagues and the pests!

Into your rooms!”

The citizens are getting torn apart by the wild raptors limb by limb and eating them alive.

“Into your beds!”

The couple sleeping together in the Lust Ring feels the bugs crawling on their naked bodies, which is now common in the Lust Ring.

“Into your clubs!”

The clubs are now on fire, with people having boiling skins running out and screaming in pain as if they’re on eternal fire.

“Into your streets!”

The streets of the Greed Ring are filled with rats, biting and eating the demons and sinners alike alive.

“Into your food!”

On Earth, the food the people are eating in Los Angeles on Earth has grown rotten and filled with mold, letting bugs crawl out of it.

“Into your drinks!”

On Earth, the rats flood into the coffee shops and restaurants, getting into the humans’ drinks and trying to eat their flesh as the humans run out of the streets.

“Upon your skin!”

On Earth, the girls’ skin starts to boil and rot under the heat of the sun, causing them to scream in pure pain and agony.

“Upon your organs!”

Back to Hell, one of the buff demon’s chest burst out, his beating heart obtained by the rat crawling inside of him and taking his organs.

“Upon your hair until you grow bald!”

In a different and smaller city on Earth, every human has their hair falling out with bugs nesting on their scalps.

“In your dreams, in your waking hours!”

On Earth, the blonde little girl wakes up from her sleep with cockroaches all over her, screaming out for her parents to rescue her from her bedroom filled with cockroaches.

“Until you break, until you die!”

The music grows more the chaos unfolds both Hell and Earth. Morrigan and the choir sings boldly as everything is catching fire in both Hell and Earth, being observed by the Vees.

“I send chaos! I send disunity!

All to snuff out the Light!”

The music pauses as the gang back at the camp look at the city in the distance on fire.

Moxxie and Millie hold hands while Sir Pentious stands in front of Cherri, Nifty, and Emily to protect them.

Rosie gasps in shock at the sight in front of her while exchanging gazes with Alastor, who is still putting up the shield.

Eleanor and Sebastian hugs Nora close to them like Vaggie and Charlie are holding Bella close.

Stolas and Blitz stands in front of Loona and Octavia in a protective stance, as if they are ready to fight with whoever is causing this chaos.

Fizz breathes heavily in fear, trembling at the sight.

Angel looks at the skies turning red above them.

Everything is frozen around Husk as he starts to sing.

“Once I thought I am doing the right thing.

Once I thought the chance of

Breaking free from our chains

Can be so simple.”

He looks to see the vortex starting to form in the red skies, breathing heavily as he hears Morrigan and the choir singing in the background.

“I send the tornadoes from the skies!”

Husk’s vision is interrupted by a tornado lifting up the earth.

“I send an earthquake to shake your cities!”

Husk groans when he sees another vision of an earthquake happening at a different city, throwing his arms down and singing with pain in his voice.

“Now, more than ever, I want to be free from the curses!

Foreseeing the destruction of all living beings

Is the last power I wanted!”

Morrigan and the choir sings in the background from Hell as the hail rains into Pentagram City.

“I send the hails from the clouds!”

The hurricanes sweep through all over the world of Europe, Asia, North America, and South America while Morrigan and the choir sings in the background.

“I send the hurricanes sweeping through your nations!”

Charlie starts to cry from the camp as she sings with a heartbroken tone.

“If this happens to my home,

All this suffering and agony,

Oh, how it twists like a knife to my chest!

Now innocents and sinners suffered

Under their darkness and control!”

Morrigan overlooks the chaos going on throughout all of Hell with a sly grin. She raises her staff to summon the locusts and sings with the choir.

“I send the locusts in the wind.

Such as the realms have ever seen!”

On Earth, the locusts are tearing through crops of farmlands, leaving no food for the farmers to harvest. The blood rain starts to pour throughout all earth and Hell, boiling the people’s skins and covering them with blood.

Morrigan and the choir croons in unison.

“I send the blood rain of millions of lives,

Until there’s nothing left behind!

I send disorder, I send the scorch!

All to snuff out the Light!”

From Heaven’s Gates, Sera goes to St. Peter to check on him until she notices the creeping darkness going towards Heaven. She looks down to find Earth and Hell being in absolute chaos, tearing at the seams. She gasps in shock, realizing that the dark is coming to Heaven sooner than the Pure Angels thought.

Sera sings in her most worried tone.

“Oh, you who causes destruction,

Why must you do this?”

She watches the typhoons destroying the land of the Philipians and the bombs dropping at the Middle East, hearing Morrigan and the choir singing in the background.

“I send the typhoons! I send the bombs!”

Sera shakes her head and looks to St. Peter to sing to him.

“We must protect the Light now!”

Morrigan and the choir sings from Hell as she points her staff towards the light.

“All to snuff out the Light above!”

The angels stand in front of Heaven’s Gate with Sera, their weapons ready to fight the darkness. Lute stands by Sera’s side with more exterminator angels ready to fight the darkness.

Sera sings beautifully.

“We must protect the Light!”

The music pauses as Orais is overlooking every country, city, and continent in the Earth to see the destruction unfolding from his cauldron. He also overlooks all seven rings of Hell being overunned by chaos, tearing through and boiling the demons and sinners alike alive. Then he sings with passion and mockery of Lucifer, who’s sitting next to Ozzie and Bee.

“Now that we have the advantage!

Now that we have the upper hand!

How can you stop us, your Majesty?”

Morrigan and the choir sings in the background as the oceans on Earth boils and the thunders roar in the skies above the lands.

“I send the boiling water, I send the thunders!”

Orais corners a maniacal smile and towers over Lucifer, singing angrily.

“Let my heart be filled with glee!

For an hour of joy is amongst us!

It’s only the beginning!

I won’t stop until I destroy everything you love!”

Morrigan and the choir sings as every child and adult dies from the chaos left and right from all over the world.

“I send death, I send the powers of the sins!

All to snuff out the Light!”

Morrigan, Orais, and the choir sings together.

“We will--”

Sera sings, getting her weapons out to fight the darkness.

“We will--”

Charlie’s eyes turns red with white pupils, narrowing her brows in determination.

“I will--”

Husk looks up and starts to croon.

“I will--”

Morrigan, Orais, and the choir sings together again to finish their sentence.

“--snuff out the Light!”

Sera sings, harmonizing with Orais and Morrigan.

“--protect the Light!”

Charlie joins in with Sera, Morrigan, and Orais to sing her own intentions in unison.

“--fight for my home!”

Husk jumps in with Charlie, Sera, Morrigan, and Orais to sing in unison with them all for the final note.

“--break free from these chains!”

The song ends with a beat drop, leaving only Sera and the angels charging towards the darkness to fight against it. However, the darkness starts to creep up among the exterminator angels, including Lute, almost tearing her apart.

The dark overtakes the rest of the angels easily, storming through Heaven’s gates to get to the Light in the middle of Heaven. The angels are captured by the darkness, including Sera, being dragged away from Heaven’s Gates as they were kicking and screaming down towards Hell.

~.~

Blitz watches the lake boiling in front of them along with the forest fire. “Well, Husk is right. We’re pretty fucked.”

Vaggie notices everyone in the camp starting to whisper in panic and clears her throat. “Alright, listen, everyone! We’re not going to solve anything if we sit here and panic! So, we need a solid plan to get back into Hell and deal with those bitches once and for all.”

“Hell yeah!” Cherri cheers for Vaggie’s speech.

“Uh, question, do we have to go back now?” Stolas asks with uncertainty in his tone.

“We have to!” Fizz, the clown jester imp, answers. “Oz is down there and-and-and I can’t imagine what’s going to happen to him. He-He--I don’t want to--He means--” Fizz appears to be ready to break down crying.

Loona sees this and places her paw on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Mom might be down there too! We need to find her and rescue her too!” Octavia responds boldly. “Even if she’s a B-I-T-C-H.”

Stolas laughs nervously at Octavia’s spelling.

“Yeah, Bee is stuck down there too,” Loona responds.

“Wait a second, why are we planning on saving the realms?” Alastor questions the group.

“Because we’re the idiots that live in the realms, dumbass!” Blitz shouts at the radio demon.

“We’re going to need an army,” Rosie replies with her hands on her hips. “A big one! I know where to get ‘em.”

“I know where we can take shelter in Hell,” Vaggie adds, holding Charlie’s hands. “She might help us with the weapons.”

“It’d be good if we split into groups,” Stolas responds. “Charlie, Vaggie, Bella, Nora, Eleanor, and Sebastian can go find us the shelter we need when we arrive. Alastor, Nifty, Rosie, Husk, Angel, Sir Pentious, Cherri, and Emily can go get an army for us to use. Then the rest of us can go and find my Grimoire and maybe find Stella.”

Octavia smiles brightly, earning a frown from Loona.

Stolas opens the portal back to Hell. “Then I believe we got ourselves a plan.”

With that said, they all enter back to Hell. 

To Be Continued...

[inkofamethyst]

December 26, 2024

Home. Healed.

My only stressor right now is the qualifying exam for which I am quite literally counting down the months. Only five more until it's over for better or for worse (I can't stop thinking about that time I choked a big competitive presentation in eighth grade ugh uhg ughhghhghh). But I have to prepare it. And defend it.

My parents do not think I am serious about Bicolline nor do they believe I will actually enjoy it. Specifically due to the camping aspect. I think that with a nice enough tent and plenty of bug spray I will be just fine. Frankly the most difficult part wont be the costuming or travel logistics or even the cooking, but learning passable/basic French in a year and a half. Yuck. I realized recently that a good bit of my spanish listening comprehension is just completely gone which does not bode well (I think reading is still okay though). Luckily I am friends with french speakers (and I think it'd be really really funny if I somehow picked up their accents) with whom I can practice.

Bought my comic con ticket. I think I'd been putting it off because of my uncertainty around whether I would pass the qualifying exam. I am still largely uncertain. The future feels quite nebulous to me right now..

But comic con! I am officially devoting time to cosplay-building. I want to have at least one for the main day, and I will commit to dark-haired characters exclusively if I add another one or two for the other days (need to watch Arcane s2 but Mel could be a great one). I do have some favorite redheads that I may do another year if I enjoy the experience (may also do a blonde year though the only blondie I'm interested in right now is Stephanie Brown). Anyway I'm pretty excited to go all three days; last year's workshops and events sounded fun, and I definitely won't feel rushed to see everything all in one day. I'll see if any of my friends are at all interested in tagging along for a day or two.

It'll be a packed summer especially if I'm also learning an instrument.. agh.

Today I'm thankful that I didn't, like, majorly crash into my grandmother's garage, heh. And that the cost to repair it wasn't insane. It's now a bit dented, sure, but hey, it's functional now. And, besides, I was driving for the first time in months and didn't have a backup camera. So yeah. Thankful it wasn't worse, thankful I managed to arrange its repair within only a few days, and thankful that I was harder on myself than any of my family members were, heh.

AND THANKFUL TO BE HOME :D

and and thankful that the dentist said that I was doing a good job with my teeth (despite the mostly unfixable crossbite which is annoying)

thinking about speedrunning one last book before the end of the year..

[carrefxur]

Day 9: Lend an Ear (FFXIV Writing Challenge 2024)

"...when at the last possible second, I sent th' bastard crashing t'the mat while th' crowd erupted in celebration!"

"Mhm...thrilling."

The healer hummed faintly, having finished cutting up the proper portions of ginger, peppermint, and feverfew. Arliene placed them into the teabag - enough for the patient and herself. Her jaw was still sore from her fight in the arena against the Dazkar man the previous night; covering up the bruising and small cuts with make-up and bandages as needed.

"Yer not listenin'..." The Roegadyn whined, a pugilist known as Swift River. He took the cup in one hand, about to down it in a single gulp when Arliene held a hand up.

"Let it set first. You won't feel any better otherwise." She commands, dipping her own teabag in the hot water. The cups were made from high quality jade in Yanxia, depicting the One River on the exterior. "You said last time it was a flurry of blows where your opponent eventually fell. Also, somehow they changed from being a fellow Roegadyn to a voidsent who managed to gain independence and runs a thriving wrestling federation?"

"I, uh..." Swift River gawks, taken aback. "I-I just got me stories mixed up, that's all!" He stammers in reply.

"Maybe." Arliene laughs softly, trying to ignore the lingering headache and throbbing pain in the back of her skull. "For what it's worth, they are genuinely thrilling tales! When you retire, you ought to pursue a career in oration."

"Heh, well, they'll 'ave t'scrape me bleedin' corpse off th' mat a'fore I give up me fightin' days." He runs a thumb over the bridge of his nose, giving the Ishgardian a cocky grin.

"I pray it does not come to that - I fear I haven't found the herbal remedy for reviving the dead just yet."

Raucous laughter fills the air from both parties, followed by a comfortable silence.

"Thanks fer listenin' Arliene." He takes the cup once more, sipping. "Not bad."

"Of course." She smiles. "Go give them hell, champ."

[ageless-aislynn]

I like to call this "I'm winning in not having a life having an awesome life of video gaming" 😇 aka my Steam 2023 Year In Review!

I looooove the "We'd say you finished the fight, but you're still going." Accurate, lol! 😂

The only reason Andromeda dropped off abruptly in November is because I still can't get the launcher to, well, launch without crashing my computer. But one sweet day, my beloved Andromeda and I shall be together again! 🤗😉

Both @mrtobenamedlater and @naranghim have kindly offered me a ton of great advice on repairing my old man here. *pat-pats my faithful computer whose only fault is getting old*

It happens to us all, after all!

Anyway, at least I still have had the MCC or I swear, I would've gone off a light bridge somewhere!

Master Chief, Noble Team and my ODSTs have kept me clinging to a thread of sanity. 🤗🤗🤗

So, my Gaming Goal for 2024 is to, first of all, have a working computer again so I can play whatever I want. Then immediately following that, I want to finish my Scott/Peebee and Scott/Jaal playthroughs of Andromeda and I will have officially romanced everybody! 🥳💖

I'm definitely hoping to get the achievement for playing Halo: Reach on Legendary in under 3 hours.

I'm currently on track to finish Reach in... about 5-6 hours right now 👀 but hey, Reach is HARD on Legendary, what can I say? 🤷‍♀️ It just took me 1 hour 18 minutes to get through "Long Night of Solace" and, if you know Reach, then you know that space battle is a PILL. I need to find a better strategy than "Hide behind Anchor 9 and wait for everybody else to kill the enemies." It's a solid strat when it comes to surviving but it takes forever and you don't have that sort of time in a speedrun, after all. (The par time is 25, btw. *laughs in "I'm never making anything close to that but will try to get other missions under par so to have some room for it"*)

Anyway, I'm not afraid to have to grind for this achievement, it'll be even more awesome then when I get there, right? 😎👍

There I go, soaring into the air to achieve my dream, just like Emile achieving his dream to, um, be launched into a parking lot??? (I adore how he turns in mid-air to still aim at the Banshees, lol! That's Spartan dedication, frens! 🤣)

But the main thing I want to do is to try some of my other games, such as the original Mass Effect trilogy, Star Wars: Fallen Order, Portal 1 and 2, Titanfall 2, Tomb Raider (2013), Dead Rising, Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, and Dragon Age Inquisition! Those are just a few of the awesome games waiting for me in my Steam library! 🤗🤗🤗 I'm hoping to eventually pick up Detroit: Become Human, Resident Evil Village and Baldur's Gate 3 one day, too! 🤞😣🤞

Heh, those 3 games are a Neil Newbon trifecta, aren't they? 😂

Me @ most of Neil Newbon's characters. I am what I am, frens. I am a simple creature. 🤷‍♀️😜

Anyway! If anybody else is sharing their Steam Year in Review, please let me know, I'd love to run right over and check it out!

Thanks for reading this, if you did, and here's to a Happy New Year full of awesome games for us all! 💖💖💖

[ggitty]

(JN anon) (Oh no, it's cool. I totally understand being busy, don't always have free time myself.)

Lol, I just remembered that the Jimmy Negatron game had a level in the Flurp Factory and you see vats with different-colored Flurp in it. Negatron himself had Black Flurp which was used brainwash Cindy and make Carl big.

There was! Kinda reminds me of that Crash Nebula pilot that never took off.

Heh, Planet Carl probably would've lasted longer. But it definitely would have been a meme fountain regardless.

It really depends, torches are always going to be passed. Just need the right people to maintain the flames.

(If you're still looking for it, you should be able to find it on the fandom wiki. Under "JN Revival Project" entry, one of the links below leads directly to that 2022 interview and the timestamp. Under "Season 4" entry, there's one interview from 2015{?} and one from 2023. The 2024 astrophotography one, just type "whats up webcast john davis" on Youtube. Should be the first result.)

25th anniversary of the movie is in one year, plenty of time to give things some thooooought~ (Not holding my breath, but anything would be nice.)

Oooh, that's one I haven't seen. Neat! (I don't think the kid who originally did the first voice know what treasure he was dropping when he uploaded a higher quality version of the short.)

Oh man, Jimmy Negatron game! Honestly, I never played it myself (only watched gameplay a few years ago) because there was no translation for it, and my brain as a 12-year-old had not yet evolved to suddenly understand English lol But I played the first game and oh boy how confusing this game was for me considering that I didn't know about the movie lol (and one repeating soundtrack for the whole game will forever remain in my memories, Goddard-scooter though is the best part of the game, I accidentally fly off the map with it)

Black Flurp sounds like a zero sugar version of Flurp lol And also it reminded me of how goofy Negatron looks, and his beta design is somehow even funnier lol

I rewatched gameplay again and oh man, Chipmunk-Neutron will never get old lol And the game itself is just incredibly funny, maybe not entirely on purpose

and the Halloween level gives off a Silent Hill x Backrooms vibes

Yeah, it's kind of like that, but without the pilot within the show (oh well, at least it gives me permission to remain headcanon that Ultralord originally was a Japanese anime adapted for the American market or vice versa, given the random mentions of Japan and Ultralord in the same context)

Planet Carl would be a meme bomb lol

Yes, and as other reboots show, the more talented people who care about the original are behind the reboot, the better the reboots are (what a surprise lol)

Oh thank you, now I remember where I heard it! I was describing this to a friend the other day and I remembered hearing it but absolutely couldn't find the sors again in my reference collection because it's organized like shit lol

I would eat anything for the 25th anniversary " Better something good, I'll curl up if we only get a tweet

Glad to show something new! Oh I think he knew! If I remember correctly, the hunt for the first short was relatively well-known among the lost animated media, and the popularization of the topic on YouTube at the time of 2016-17 could have given him a hint to look for it in his private archive heh

[rygoespop]

The King of Street Fighters: Soy Sauce for Bison (Chapter 3)

Scene opens right where it left off, but in the style of Geese Howard’s intro, leading to M. Bison in his Throne Room

M. Bison: Now, face the Mighty Bison!

Terry: The tyrannical dictator of Shadaloo, still alive after he was thought to be dead

M. Bison: Your presence has impressed me, but from the likes of you, your power will be no match for mine

Terry: I dealt with bad guys like Geese, Rugal, Goenitz, and Otoma Raga, but I will deal with you

M. Bison: Is that so? Let’s make this interesting, if you win, the Street Fighters I kept as prisoners will be let free, but if I win, you will surrender

Terry: Come on!

Both Terry and Bison get into their fighting stances, as Soy Sauce for Geese begins to play

M. Bison: Heh heh heh! Die! *throws a Psycho Powered Punch towards Terry*

Terry: Whoa! *gets hit but stumbles*

M. Bison: Hmm hmm hmm! Soon, you will fall!

Terry: I doubt that! Power wave! *uses a Power Wave towards Bison*

Bison stumbles backwards, determined to win

M. Bison: Impressive, but I’m not surprised! *unleashes a Psycho Wave towards Terry*

Terry: Oh no you don’t! Power Wave! *uses Power Wave again to combat against Psycho Wave*

M. Bison: You worm! You think you will!

Terry: Burn Knuckle! *throws a Burn Knuckle at Bison’s face*

M. Bison: *stumbles* What?! This is impossible!

Terry: You have caused enough damage to everyone around this city and around the world, and this ends today, so Bison, I got this to say!

M. Bison: You ignorant worm! *prepares a Psycho Punch*

Terry: Go to Hell! Buster Wolf! *prepares a Buster Wolf*

Both Terry and Bison throw their punches, but Bison missed as Terry ducked

M. Bison: What?!

Terry: Buster Wolf! *throws the Buster Wolf punch into Bison’s chest*

M. Bison: Impossible!

Bison crashes out of the balcony of his Throne Room and falls from Shadaloo Tower, in the same manner as Geese

M. Bison: WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Bison thuds onto the ground, signaling the end of his rule over Metro City

Time Card: Autumn 2024, M. Bison has sustained injuries after falling from Shadaloo Tower

M. Bison: No! We lost…

JP, AKI, and Ed all came to Bison’s aid

JP: Come Lord Bison, this plan, has failed, but we will try again *begins to carry Bison*

Soon, The 4 Faces of Shadaloo all fled, with plans to try again in the future

Terry: Thank God it’s over.. *realizes* Oh shoot! The others!

Terry hurried over and freed the Street Fighters

Ken: That was awesome Terry! You defeated Bison!

Ryu: Your a credit in my book

Guile: Congratulations, Legendary Wolf

Cammy: We are grateful in your debt

Luke: Way to beat that boss!

Terry: Dawh, thanks guys!

Jamie: Now that we are freed, and Shadaloo has fled Metro City, it’s time to get this city back in order

Dee Jay: I agree, because I got a comeback gig to perform a song at Honda’s restaurant

E. Honda: And I’m glad you are a guest Dee Jay!

Ryu: So Terry, are you planning on heading back to South Town?

Terry: I don’t know, thought I stick around here and help out

Kimberly: What why?

Terry: Things have been a mess when Bison and his subordinates cause havoc in this city, so thought I help you guys

Guile: *places his hand on Terry’s shoulder* As long as your here, permission granted!

Terry: Thanks Guile

Camera pans out of Shadaloo Tower as Terry received gratitude from the Street Fighters

Scene cuts to black with an accompanying Gong sound

Story End

[skaruresonic]

Our class is preparing to teach a language camp for the community, basically a week-long crash course in Skaruręʔkyéha·ʔ centered around a theme. This year the theme is Hę̀·we tyahwáhseʔ? ("Where are you going?")

I need to know if my notes will be comprehensible to a layperson, so if you guys could offer your thoughts, I would very much appreciate it.

---

Nęyękwawętaʔθkwáhshek Uwę́·teh Utá·ʔneh 2024 NTLP Language Camp 2024

Hę̀·we Tyahwáhseʔ? - Where Are You Going?

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Hę̀·we? = Where? (as a question)

pronunciation: (hihh-weh) Example: Hę̀·we tiθaʔnè·nęʔ? = Where do you live? ---

haʔ kęʔ = where (as a statement) pronunciation: (ha. gih.)

Example: [Address] haʔ kęʔ tiwaknè·nęʔ. = [Address] is where I live. ---

héʔthuʔ = there pronunciation: (HEH. too.) Example: Héʔthuʔ haʔ kęʔ tiwaknè·nęʔ. = I live there.

[patsscarystories]

06/30/2024

Part 5

“I’m gonna assume you never seen anyone shit on their superior officer like that before,” Johnny said.

“Are you kidding? Where I come from you’d be kicked in the nuts and thrown in the hole for talking back to a commanding officer like that!” said Elvin.

“Well, as you probably know by now, we do things a little differently around here,” said Johnny. “When you join the hunters, you’re here for life. And ain’t no one or anything can take it away from you, at least as far as I know. It’s like being a supreme court judge but way shittier.”

“So, that means you can chew out your CO?”  

“Yeah, pretty much. But don’t expect to be treated good if you do. I found that out the hard way. You’re still new, you ain’t in the shit like I am. So if I was you, I’d stay in Gary’s good graces.”

“Oh, so he hates you because you chew him out all the time?” Elvin asked.

“One of many reasons. He also hates me because I like to go snooping where I shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“Cause it's fun. I’ve always liked exploring places, ever since I was a little kid back in South Jersey. This place is way bigger than you would think if you stuck to the places you’re allowed in. Plus, it’s the only other thing to do around here besides rotting your brain in front of the TV.”

“Say, do you know about that big metal door with the keypad? ” Elvin asked.

“I’ve seen Gary open it a couple of times, but I could never get a good look at what was in there.”

“What do you think’s in there?”

“Maybe it’s a bunch of secret government money and weapons that they’re supplying to paramilitaries that’ll come back to bite them in the ass again. Iran Contra Scandal Part Two! ”

“Hah, or maybe that’s where they secretly keep aliens that crash land on Earth, and Area 51 is just a cover for this place.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me! Say, Elvin, how old are you anyway? Twenty-one? Twenty-Two?”

“Twenty-Two! Since May!”

“Heh. You’re about as old as I was when I first came here.” Johnny took out another cigarette and started puffing on it.“Can you guess how old I am?” Elvin looked Johnny up and down. His sunken eyes, crow's feet, and yellow teeth suggested advanced age. But he sounded too young to be that old.

“I don’t know…mid to late forties?” Johnny let out a hearty laugh. 

“I'll be thirty this October.”

“No way!”

“Yep! That’s what smoking since thirteen will do to ya! Well, that and living in this cramped hell hole doesn’t help neither.”

“Speaking of which, how did you end up here? I mean, you don’t exactly seem like the type of person who would want to join the Hunter Corps.”

“Welp, the judge said I could either join the military or spend ten years in state prison. You can see that my service didn’t exactly come from a sense of duty to this great country of ours. As for how I got to this place, some guy in my unit bet me ten bucks that I couldn’t get into the Corps. I didn’t know what the hell this was back then, but I thought, ‘Hey, money for cigs!’ so I applied.”  Johnny then looked at the table, blew a puff of smoke, and sighed. “Of all the fuckin’ bets to win.” He took a drag off of his cigarette.