#4th Street Fantasy

[twincitiesgeek]

The Twin Cities Geek 2024 Minnesota Convention Guide

Our guide to the coming year of conventions in Minnesota is here! Which ones will you be attending?

A new year is here, and that means it’s time to update your convention calendar. There’s at least one con happening in almost every month of the year, with events focusing on gaming, comics, sci fi and fantasy, anime, horror, LEGOs, Broadway musicals, general pop culture, and more. Fandom-specific events include conventions dedicated entirely to Doctor Who, Pokémon, The Vampire Diaries, and…

[freshfrenchangel]

I got picked up to go to the beach.

New post on my Flickr(credits).

[scotianostra]

On July 4th 1834, the designer Christopher Dresser was born.

Born in Glasgow he studied at the Government School of Design in London, specialising in botanical studies, before starting his own studio around 1860.

His career was built on designing for an expanding professional class consumer market and he achieved critical success in 1899 when Studio magazine described him as, ‘Perhaps the greatest of commercial designers, imposing his fantasy and invention upon the ordinary output of British Industry’.

From the 1870s Christopher Dresser also became a brand as his products carried his name, which was associated with good taste.

Dresser was an industrial designer before the profession had been invented, a man who found new ways of designing for production that few of his contemporaries could have imagined. He grasped both the properties of materials and the processes of production and adapted his designs and aesthetics to them brilliantly.

He is now widely known as one of the first and most important, independent, designers and was a pivotal figure in the Aesthetic Movement, and a major contributor to the allied Anglo-Japanese or Modern English style; both originated in England and had long lasting international influence.

Dresser provided designs for some 60 companies. Among the most notable were Wedgwood, Minton and the Ault and Linthorpe potteries. In 1880, Dresser founded the Art Furnishers’ Alliance (AFA), opening premises at 157, New Bond Street the following year.

As with most great Victorians, Dresser’s reputation plummeted after his death in 1904 and he was virtually forgotten by the 1930s, but some of his metalwork designs are still in production, such as his oil and vinegar sets and toast rack designs.

Christopher Dresser died at Mulhouse, Alsace, France, 24th November 1904.

Of hs designs I like the "Clutha Vae" in the second pic, it is part of the collection in Museum of Applied Arts, Budapest.

[thesirencult]

THE DARK FEMININE IN ASTROLOGY : LILITH, VENUS, MOON, 4TH/8TH/12TH HOUSE, SATURN

These observations are my own. Keep in mind that placements can have lots of meanings. Now we are exploring the planets/houses through the prism of the dark feminine.

Lilith

The Goddess who never submitted. Lilith is a biblical figure. The first wife of Adam who was made by God to be a counterpart for him. She was not like Eve. Lilith joined Lucifer. She did not want to only be Adam's wife but something more. Lilith is the wild woman, she is our hidden sensual pleasure. She is the keeper of our sexuality, ambition and guilty pleasure. She shows us what we need, not just what we want. More primal, raw and unfiltered. Her sign and placement show us where we like to be naughty trendsetters and where we feel comfortable expressing our sexuality and dark feminine. A Lilith in Aquarius placed in the 4th house shows a person who explores their sensuality behind closed doors. They like the privacy of their own home (4th) and may want to experiment with crazy things (Aquarius). This person could be a case of lady/shy in the streets and crazy in the sheets. Similar to a siren this person lures people in the depths of their ocean and shocks them by their unorthodox ways.

Venus

Awww dear Venus. Our sweet and dainty side. NO. Venus also shows us what type of masculine archetype we like but also who we want to be dominated by. This is the part of the dark feminine we overlook sometimes. Venus in Aries feminine energies attracted to masculine energies can crave dominance in a very primal way and with a tiny bit of pain from more traditionally masculine men (I don't judge, trust me. My Venus is here 😉). I've also noticed this placement likes men in uniforms and "Mafia Boss" types. Venus in Scorpio may want a deep, mysterious and hidden lover. It does not mean we attract males with those qualities or of that sign, it mostly means we like those characteristics. Mars shows more what type of men we attract without trying but that's for another post.

Moon

This is the sweet side of the feminine but can also show what lies beneath and unconsciously seductive qualities. Like Cancer Moon, can attract masculines through their nurturing nature, big heart 😉 (and boobs) , intuitive insights and innocent/baby looks.

Saturn

This may surprise you but Saturn can assist us in figuring out parts of our femininity that have been hidden, shamed and repressed by the masculine. Saturn is the "father". It could even represent internalised misogyny.In Greek Mythology he was Kronos (chronos/χρόνος=time), the father of the gods who ate his own children so they wouldn't take away his power. He was overturned by his son Jupiter/Zeus. Saturn in Libra in the 2nd house could symbolise being shamed by others because we like to own feminine things, like a lot of cosmetics or repressing our more feminine values and our love for women/feminine beauty etc.

4th House

It can show what hides until we are comfortable. The protective cocoon. Similarly to the moon it is our deeper emotional abilities and a part of our dark feminine we intentionally hide from others but are aware of it behind closed doors. The type of safe place our dark feminine can be explored. Aries here can show that doing traditionally masculine things, like martial arts, actually helps us discover our dark femininity.

8th House

What turns the feminine on and brings out our darker side. Taboo fantasies. What makes us feel full and abundant. Gemini here can represent oral and 3-ways. Pisces can look for feet and water play.

12th House

Virgin. That's the word that comes to mind. The untapped part of our femininity. The siren part of our chart. A certain darkness lurks around the depths. This is a virgin right before she awakens to her sexuality and sensual power. A part of ourselves we don't touch for years and sometimes our Venusian archetype of manliness brings out of nowhere. Let's say we have Libra here. We don't realize our need for sweetness, partnership and femininity. Think about it, a strong and cold unapproachable Scorpio Rising who craves partnership and lovey-dovey things. Fears around partnership can also be found here. Like, will I ever find true love. Also, sexual dreams.

[souvlakic]

my armin headcanons :3

first i wanna clarify that i have mental problems and this is going to be EXTREMLY DELUSIONAL but u have to understand that thoose 4years that i didin't know anything about armin i idealize something in my crazy brain okay?

MY BOY IS NOT A COP ‼️‼️‼️

he likes to draw like almost every otaku/gamer so he decided to be an illuatrator in games or smt

i don't know why the game never says he likes anime or manga? i know we can see an evangelion poster but he never actually says he likes anime so yea that: he likes anime and manga

his favorite anime is jojo's and his fav manga probably something pretentious like monster or berserk

he's not a disney súper fan ! he wanted to take candy to japan not disney!!! (wedding in japan :3)

besides being an illustrator he also make streams on twitch just for fun about games ofc and maybe the watchers send drawings and he corrects them? that would be so cute 😭💔

something i hare about his storyline is that being a gamer is always treated like something inmature and if he stop being so obsessed with that is part of being more adult WHY??? is just so stupid and i hate it so that doesnt happend

he passed the resint evil 2 the 4th survivor in like 8 minutes

he also likes to read fantasy books like the lord of the rings, dune etc

talking about the lord of the ring he's a super fan!!! he says is his more nerdy thing, he even try to learn the elves language

okay here is when i get more delusional: he's a little emo. just like the style and music. mostly his hair. but like a happy and fun emo. when i was more obessed with armin it was between my 12/14 years and it was my emo era thats all my justification.

he loves my chemical romance

he's style is (besides a little emo) japanese street style in the 2000s the girls that get it get it

he has a coop save in stardew valley with candy (he is actually really bad and candy carries everything)

candy wants to have an aesthetic room/apartment but it end up being ruined by armin's nerdy decorations

It is very difficult form him to talk about serious or sad things, he usually gets very uncomfortable and his coping mechanism is to make jokes.

Technically this is not a headcanon since they talk about it in high school, but even though Armin is an extrovert, he sometimes suffers from anxiety attacks.

also not a headcanon but him and candy have problems with Affective responsibility (marianne and connell check!!!)

his love language is psysical touch

he uses a LOT of kaomijis (he says is ironic but he actually loves them)

HE HAS A LIP PIERCING

his fav game is dark souls III

i may add more later !! sorry if my english is bad is not my first language :p

[vilsoo]

🩸 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 🩸 ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 & 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

BE PREPARED… SEX AND HORROR GALORE IS BACK AND HOTTER THAN EVER!

Inspired by Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights, we bring back the annual premier Kinktober/Halloween event HORRORLAND! Exhilarating attractions and entertainment awaits, including new changes! All parklands have their own distinctive theme, storyline, and event schedules! Fandoms and characters featured including more details will be revealed later this year.

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TERATOPHILIA WOODLANDS 🕷️ FRIDAYS we welcome our fellow monster fuckers into this territory! deadly creatures preying on their victims, serving their lustful fantasies with wild, animalistic urges! your arousal and fear may provoke them further, so beware of these dark woods…

OCT 4TH: “LIVING DEAD BOY” OCT 11TH: “SATAN’S PLAYTHING” OCT 18TH: “BLOODMOON WHORE”

SEX & HORROR CITY🍷SATURDAYS the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy city bound to corruption, sin, and immorality… also known as the devil’s playground! lurking within these streets beholds the prurient reigns of terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…

OCT 5TH: “DINE ON YOUR HEART” OCT 12TH: “BREAK MY MIND” OCT 26TH: “BEAUTY IN THE MACABRE”

⛓️ THE TALES OF HORRORLAND⛓️ FOR OUR HALLOWEEN SPECIAL . . . have you ever wondered what the real Horrorland experience feels like? not only are you immersed into the stories of our beloved attractions, you get the real experience of being a parkland guest having a fun time at Horrorland! walking down our scarezones, seeing our live entertainment, standing in lines, eating at our dining locations… as thrilling as it all sounds, there are many scandals and articles of what really goes down… this is how we got our famous headliner in all the papers: “Horrorland?! More like Whoreland!”

OCT 31ST: “ARE YOU LOST, PRETTY GIRL?” flirting has become a common fear response when encountering hot masked scare actors chasing you at halloween events. this scandal covers a parkland visitor fawning over the hot scare actor in the Freak Next Door attraction, resulting in them sneaking off together…

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⚠︎ MORE INFORMATION COMING LATER THIS YEAR. ENTRY TICKETS (taglist) TBA SOON. THIS IS NOT THE FINAL MASTERLIST!! CHANGES MAY BE MADE LATER ⚠︎

[orderforbrian]

new chapter of Sea Glass Promise (our jonmartin selkie au) is up!! i wanted to post the pictures here, im happy with how they turned out - martin's face in the last one is so cute and babby jon is even cuter <3

[Start ID: Five images of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives based off scenes from a selkie AU. Jon is a thin Persian man with short dark curly hair and a beard, both streaked with gray. He wears square framed glasses and has dark eyes. Martin is a fat mixed Korean/Polish man with short dark wavy hair and a beauty mark under his lip. He wears browline glasses in some pictures and has dark eyes, he also wears a blue sea glass necklace.

1st image: Jon is holding a book titled A Guest For Mr. Spider and looking at Martin with a horrified expression. He is wearing a white button up shirt rolled past his elbows. The book has a simplified black spider hanging upside down with a friendly fanged smile and is tipping a red bowler hat in greeting. Martin is holding a hand to his mouth and snickering at him in the right corner. the background is simple book shelves.

2nd image: Martin is flexing his right arm, looking down at his bicep with a proud smirk, his other hand is rolling up the sleeve of his white t-shirt. A couple diamond stars are in front of his eyes and there are three lines marking where he is flexing. Jon looks on with wide eyes and a blush, there is a white circle around his head to indicate he is thinking deeply about the sight. He is wearing a simple dark t-shirt that looks too big for him. The background is a dark window to the left with pattering rain outside, with otherwise light grey walls.

3rd image: Martin is dressed in a jean jacket and a striped shirt. He is smiling at a photo in his hand along with Jon's grandmother, Mrs. Sims, who is pointing at the photo. She is a thin, elderly Persian woman with rectangular glasses, dark eyes, and grey eyebrows. She is wearing a hijab patterned with flowers and a simple dark dress, as well as wearing dark lipstick. Jon is in the background thumping his head against a kitchen cabinet, his arms slack in front of him. He is wearing a dark v-neck shirt with sleeves rolled past his elbows and jeans with a belt. He looks very put off by the two looking at the photo. The background is a kitchen with a fridge on the left, a curtained window in the middle, and cabinets and countertop spanning the middle and right.

4th image: A close up of the photo from the previous image. It is of Jon as a child (around 6 years old), wearing oval shaped glasses and his hair is just past his shoulders. He is glaring up from a book he is reading while sitting in bed. The book is untitled but has a silhouette of a mouse on a broomstick on the cover, presumed to be some fantasy novel for children. He is wearing a plaid button up pajama shirt with matching pants. There is a plate of Jammie Dodgers (crimped cookies with a heart shaped hole for red jam in the middle) by his side and a teddy bear and lamp on his other side. A blanket is covering his feet and he is resting against a pillow. Martin's thumb is pressed into the corner to hold it.

5th image: Jon and Martin at sat across from each other at a circular table that is in front of a large window at a dessert cafe. Jon is wearing a plaid flannel with a dark shirt underneath, and is looking at Martin with shock, he is holding out a cup of rum raisin ice cream towards him. Martin is making a disgusted face and sticking his tongue out, he is holding a tiny spoon in his right hand and making a fist with his left. By his right hand, he has a cup of green tea ice cream. Outside the large window, there is a fuzzy outline of street lamps and a walkway railing. There appears to be scribbled writing on the window that is intended to represent the cafe's name. End ID.]

[the-paris-of-people]

Blue Brownies and Finding Nemo, Part 4: BOTL

Summary:

“So how did you do it then? How did you forgive your mom?”

“I didn’t,” Annabeth shakes her head. “I don’t think I ever will. I just have to hope that I’m better for my future family.” 

Percy cocks his head, his eyes light with wonder. “You think about that stuff?” 

A chapter post-BOTL where Percy and Annabeth finally get to go on that movie date, featuring Rachel Elizabeth Dare angst, complex feelings towards Frederick Chase, fantasies of future Percabeth, and as it turns out, no movie at all?

Tagging: @yojeannie@angelthearsonist@m-cliffords-not-real-wife@that-chick-103@queerynotfound@thefabulousfab-3@montygreen@moonlightredfern @flamingbisexual08

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The person in the mirror at the back of the Delphi Strawberry Service van is a stranger to Annabeth.

Inside, she feels like she’s fought a million battles.  The constant cycle of pouring over Daedulus’ laptop and crying herself to sleep has stretched her thin. Her hair has withered away from the stress of almost losing Percy, then actually losing Luke. The person she sees now looks like the face that launched a thousand ships. Silena had ambushed her outside the Athena cabin, covered the bags under her eyes with a magical shade-match foundation, and woven her hair with golden thread, just like she had it on Circe’s island. 

“Trust me, I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Silena reassured after charming Annabeth to vent to her about her date with Percy. She tapped her brush against her compact mirror and swirled it across her cheeks as she continued to comfort her, “There’s no need to worry about this Rachel girl.” 

She wasn’t sure about that. She saw the way Percy’s eyes flitted towards Rachel in the Labyrinth, the way they spoke to each other with ease, nothing like the way she and Percy interacted. Yes, she and Percy had gone to the 4th of July fireworks this summer, but she’d also tried to tell him how she felt about him before he left for camp and… nothing. Annabeth had felt so stupid. For reasons including and not about Rachel at all, she was holding onto this movie date like it would be their last.

“Annabeth,” Percy flusters when he sees her hop out of the van on the corner of 72nd street. He’s wearing his nicest green jacket, blushing so red he nearly looks like one of Apollo’s cattles. “You-you look nice,” He finally manages after struggling through his words like he was reading Lord of the Flies in English.

“Thank you,” Annabeth tucks a strand of her braids behind her ear. She notices the shift in Percy’s expression. He knows something is wrong. Normally she would flick a smile his way and tease, but she’s so worn out by the nightmares about Luke and Kronos that she can’t even summon her pride to be vain about her looks. “So, are we going to see this steel man movie or not?”

Percy opens his mouth to correct her, then shakes his head and opens the door for her. 

“Do you want any popcorn or something?” Percy gestures to the snack bar. “Tyson and I used to get a giant tub and share it with my mom. They make it pretty buttery here.”

“No need,” Annabeth smirks and opens the purse Silena gave her. “I have everything we need.”

“I’m confused,” Percy studies the empty lining of Annabeth’s purse. “Is this some kind of Mary Poppins situation?”

“Covered the snacks with the invisibility cap,” Annabeth zips up the bag and slugs it over her shoulder as she heads towards the escalator to the theater. “It’s not just useful for sneaking up on monsters. Plus I snuck some extra M and Ms in the cargo pants pockets.”

“And somehow Mrs. O’Leary didn’t follow you from camp?” Percy asks as they both climb onto the escalator, impressed.

“I fed her some blue gummies before I left.”

“Hellhounds can eat blue gummies? And those giant boar things hate egg salad? Seriously, why doesn’t Chiron just host courses on random picnic foods for monsters before each quest. Then I could get out of archery practice.” 

‘Hey, you’re almost getting better,” Annabeth punches him lightly in the shoulder. “Last time you almost hit the target.” 

“Haha, very funny,” Percy rolls his eyes, even though he knows it’s true. He’s as bad at archery as Annabeth is at gardening with the Demeter cabin. “Now come on. I want to show you something.” 

Electricity sparks through Annabeth’s veins as Percy takes her wrist and leads her down a regal hallway. The hum from her heart is so loud it nearly drowns out her observations as she hurries past the red velvet carpet and black, marble Grecian pillars. She would have to make a note of that later when they were walking back from the theater. With Percy’s fierce urgency, Annabeth expects Percy to be leading towards some kind of secret tomb with rubies and emeralds, but instead, he takes her to a plaque outside the last theatre in the hall. 

“These are what I was telling you about. Each of these theaters is designed after a movie palace from the twenties, a lot of them are still all around New York, decorated in a different architectural style. This one is from-” 

“Art Deco!” Annabeth exclaims gleefully. She marvels at the style of the theater in the photo. “See? You can tell by the horizontal design elements on the marquee and doorways, alluding to Streamline Moderne style.” 

“Horizontal elements? Because being vertical was too old school for the modern style?” 

“Actually, you’re not too far off, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth rolls her eyes, but a hint of a smile plays at the corner of her lips. “Horizontal lines gave an impression of sleekness and modernity in the 1930s, which I assume is when the original theater was built. See?” Annabeth turns back and skims through the plaque first, absorbing the most important ideas and key words. Then she rereads through it again, more slowly, imagining the construction of the arch and statues… 

“How do you do that?” Percy asks, breaking her concentration for a moment. She quickly refocuses back on the photo of the theater, picking out structural details of the facade that were expanded upon in her reading. 

“Do what?” 

“I can barely spell my own name and you can speed read that entire passage in like, five seconds.” 

“I can barely spell my own name too. I don’t know… being dyslexic, I just got my hands on whatever I could read when I was younger. My dad’s old house had a giant library when I was little, so I tried to read everything in there, and then when I got to camp, I had a lot of free time on my hands in the winter,” Annabeth turns back to Percy, and that’s when she notices how his eyes lay across hers, soft and full of wonder. She remembers how he pulled her in in the Athena cabin, when she had him all to herself at the beginning of the summer, before everything turned sour, how she tasted the sweet, salty taste of his lips even after it had been days since they had entered the Labyrinth. Suddenly, heightened nerves arrest Annabeth. Her heart rate quickens as she speeds through her explanation, doubting Percy notices the uncharacteristic tremble in her voice. “Chiron gave me a book on the Parthenon when I was 9, and then I just couldn’t stop reading, even though it’s still hard for me.” 

“That’s really cool,” Percy’s voice is steeped in awe. It’s the same tone he used when Rachel had gotten them that car in New Mexico, and Annabeth can’t help but to feel proud of herself. “You know, I don’t know if I could ever become good at something that’s that challenging to me.” 

Annabeth frowns. Sometimes Percy was so self-deprecating, it frustrated her. He was totally unaware of his own strengths. “Please, remember when you first started sword-fighting?”   

“Hey, I thought you said I wasn’t bad.” 

“You weren’t,” Annabeth remembers with a glint in her eye. “But you’re even better now.”

“But I didn’t even train that much, I just accidentally kind of… got better as I fought.” 

“Percy,” Annabeth sighs, bowing her head in exasperation. “You’re a talented guy, but you can’t take a compliment to save your life.” 

“Is that supposed to be a compliment? Because I honestly can’t tell.” Percy replies back dryly. 

Annabeth scoffs, but they’ve known each other for so long she and Percy both know it’s free of malice. They both know this is one of the moments in the script they tease each other, but underneath all eye rolls and barbs is a deep understanding and respect of the other. They hold each other’s gaze and both wordlessly break out into smiles, realizing they’ve fallen back into their usual routine after a summer that threw a wrench in everyone’s schedule. Annabeth’s skin buzzes with excitement. She has a glimmer of hope that maybe this is a date, whether Seaweed Brain realized it or not. Yes, this was how they typically interacted, but there was something different in the way they spoke to each other as well, something she saw in Beckendorf and Silena interactions, new sweetness balancing out the usual sour tang.

“You know, it’s a compliment, Seaweed Brain. So just take it and acknowledge you’re a talented guy. Now come on, I want to read the other plaques before the previews start,” She leads the way towards the next plaque even though she’s never been to the theater and has no idea where she’s going, Percy groaning as he trails behind. 

“All the plaques?” Percy questions, his blonde curls rattling as he shakes his head. “I swear, you and Rachel are just like each other. She wanted to read all the plaques when she came here too.”

Annabeth freezes in her tracks like snowboots caught in old snow. She turns to Percy slowly, her face crumpled. 

“You’ve been here with Rachel before?” 

Percy flinches a little at her tone: demanding, hurt, seething with rage. Still, he remains oblivious as he answers her question,

“Yeah, a couple times. She invited me to see a Matrix movie marathon a few weeks ago.”

He came here with Rachel multiple times since he came back from camp. Since he had come back from camp, he’d been hanging out with her, even though he’d asked Annabeth on a date months ago, even though he comforted her and let her hold his hand in the dark and shared his blanket with her as they watched the fireworks. 

“Annabeth?” Percy’s voice is drenched in worry at Annabeth’s non-reaction. “Annabeth? Are you okay?”

“Excuse me,” Annabeth says quietly as she rushes towards the sign for the bathroom. She claims the unisex stall and hunches over the sink. For the first time that day, she finally sees the withered little girl she feels inside. 

The tears come not as an eruption, but as a quiet trickle of disappointment in herself and everything her life had turned out to be. She wanted catharsis and a good cry, and yet, still she’s disappointed herself on that front. 

She had no right to be angry and rude. Rachel was as talented as a child of Athena, as brave as a certain son of Poseidon, and as pretty as a daughter of Aphrodite. She glowed in the darkness of the Labyrinth and even as a statue in the middle of Times Square. She was smart and knowledgeable about art and Annabeth could’ve spoken with her about Jacque-Louis David for hours and hours. She could see why Percy liked her. 

So why did it hurt so much that another person she loved left her for someone else, once again?  

As Annabeth wipes her tears with the pack of tissues she’s stored under her invisibility cap, a sheepish knock taps at the door. 

“Annabeth? Can I come in?” 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Annabeth calls with a slight bite to her voice. She brushes her tears off her face again, thankful for the magical smudge-free makeup of the Aphrodite cabin, for once. 

The door creaks as an apprehensive Percy walks over and stands next to her over the sink. She averts her eyes down, knowing she’ll start to cry more if she meets his eyes. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

The softness of his apology splits Annabeth once again, and she feels guilty all over again for feeling so uncontrollably possessive and jealous over someone who was never hers. 

“No,” She shakes her head, still fixated at the white marble of the sink. “No, you did nothing wrong.” 

“Oh, okay, then uhhhh, do you want to check out the other plaques? I think we still have some time before the previews to read a couple more.” 

“Can we just go to the park?” Annabeth sniffles, finally turning back to Percy. “Riverside?” 

Percy winces as he watches her dab away at the last of her tears. He knows Percy expected her to ask to go to MET or the Morgan Library. She’s never told him, but being by the water is special for her, too. “Yeah, sure, of course.” 

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The kiss of summer sunshine brightens the scent of the grass so much, it almost smells like Camp Half Blood strawberry fields. The walkway winds around gated playgrounds, filled with children swinging their arms across the monkey bars as their parents lean against each other on a chipped park bench and watch them from afar. The Hudson glitters like the mischievous twinkle in Percy’s eyes, deep blue with flecks of silver and gold, and the thought of it makes her blush, realizing she’s thinking this while she’s standing right next to Percy. She’s thankful all over again for Silena’s makeup, causing her to wonder if she should start wearing blush more around him. 

She and Percy match each other’s long, slow strides, the air between them thick with tension of all the things left unsaid, then thinned out again with the comfort and ease that’s existed between them for years. Annabeth looks back out onto the water and thinks about the stories her dad regaled her with before her stepmother came into the picture. Every so often, he would tell Annabeth how she came to be the most precious gift in his life, how he met the most beautiful, intelligent woman while studying at a magical place called Harvard, how they used to study together at Reading Room on the top floor, with paneled rooftop windows that ushered light that fell onto their faces. They talked in the library for hours, and when they needed a break, walked along Cambridge Harbor with ice cream cones that spilled onto their hands in a sticky mess. Whenever Annabeth was by a body of water, she thought of them happily together all those years ago, then of an alternate reality where they stayed together and the three of them were walking together, too. 

If you loved each other so much, why isn’t she here with us? Annabeth had asked once, and her father’s face crumbled like a wrecking ball taken to a safehouse. Even though she grew older, and logically, she knew her mother couldn’t be with them, she couldn’t help but feel angry and sad that she never tried. Even though Annabeth and her step-family got along now, she couldn’t help feeling like she did before she ran away. If she couldn’t have her mom, why couldn’t she have her dad all to herself, instead of having to share his scattered brain with three other people?

“Hey,” Percy nudges her arm as Annnabeth descends further and further into her imaginary fantasy. “Thinking about your dad?” 

Annabeth realizes she’s subconsciously touching her dad’s ring and drops her hand. She wonders how much she should tell Percy, how ridiculous it seems, but she stares back at him and knows he would understand her. 

“You know why I wanted to come here?” She twists the ring in between her thumb and index finger and stares back out at Hoboken, across the river. “The summer my parents met, they used to take walks together by the Charles River. The way my dad talks about it…” Annabeth’s eyes get misty again, but she wills herself to push them away. “I can tell he really loved her. And sometimes when I walk along a body of water, I imagine that they’re still together and we’re a family. I know, it’s stupid.” 

“No, it’s not stupid.” Percy reassures, with that sweet, genuine tone he uses to comfort her. He pauses for a moment then admits, “Actually, I uh, saw your vision at Siren Bay. I just didn’t bring it up because well,” Percy scratches the back of his head. “I think about my parents getting back together too.” 

“Really?” Annabeth had discussed with her siblings how much they hated having one parent around, but she’d never felt secure enough to broach the topic of wanting her family back together.

“Yeah. I was actually just thinking about them now, even though we’re not in Montauk,” Percy flicks his eyes down for a moment, then towards the kids on the playground. “Did I tell you though that Paul wants to propose to my mom? He told me at my birthday party a few days ago, before my dad showed up.”

Annabeth is taken back. She knew about Poseidon showing up, but not Paul Blofis proposing. “How do you feel about that?” 

“I’m happy,” Percy sounds upbeat, but she senses his voice falter, just the tiniest bit. That was Percy, always trying to accommodate everyone without thinking of himself. “I mean my mom was miserable for so long with Gabe. She deserves to be happy..” 

“Dude,” Annabeth scolds, softly enough to coax him into admission. 

“And….” Percy hesitates, because he can’t say a bad thing about anyone he cares about, even if it’s devouring him alive. “It does make me a little sad too, and I’m angry at my Dad for not getting it together and being with us too.” 

“I know the feeling,” Annabeth murmurs. A gust of wind blows and whips her braids across her hair.

“So how did you do it then? How did you forgive your mom?”

“I didn’t,” Annabeth shakes her head. “I don’t think I ever will. I just have to hope that I’m better for my future family.” 

Percy cocks his head, his eyes light with wonder. “You think about that stuff?” 

“Sometimes,” Annabeth flushes hot. She’s never admitted that to anyone, because it’s embarrassing and illogical and stupid. She knows the rules of their world, but she can’t help but dream. “I know demigods don’t live past 16, but sometimes I picture myself as  a famous architect, maybe a professor giving lectures across the world, and sometimes… I imagine myself with a family, too.” 

Percy purses his lips together and thinks to himself for a moment. “You know, I’ve never thought about it too much before, but a family would be nice.” 

And there he is, holding his gaze with hers again. Annabeth swallows and begins to fidget furiously with her fingers. A building can only be supported with a solid foundation, she realizes, and she never imagined herself with a family until she met Percy. Her heart leaps as she watches the golden light trickle through the tree branches and onto his cheeks. The way he stood was so easy, so relaxed, he slouched without thinking and his fingers always curled casually at the ends, like he didn’t think about what to do with his hands. Annabeth was deliberate in every movement, she overthought everything, and he just.. was. Even when it hurt to be around him, it was easy to be around him. 

“Listen,” Percy breaks the silence with a hoarse whisper. “I’m sorry about Rachel.” 

Annabeth stiffens at the mention of her name.

“Whatever.” 

“Okay,” Percy says slowly. “Well it seems like you really don’t like it when I hang out with her, and I don’t know why.”

He really did have a thick skull.

“No seriously, I don’t care.” Annabeth crosses her arms. “You can hang out with whoever you want.” 

“Well, okay then,” Percy dismisses, annoyed, before turning sincere again. “I just… I know things have been weird between us this past summer, and I just don’t want to be so distant from you.” 

It really was hard to stay mad at him when he was so sweet, even when he was being an obtuse idiot.

“Well, unfortunately you’re stuck with me,” Annabeth brushes him off with a sarcastic comment to avoid the skip in her heart. “If we go down, we’re going down together, remember?” 

“Okay,” A slow smile curls across Percy’s mouth, and the sunshine lit behind him makes it look like a halo with his smile and golden curls.“Good to know you’re still in on that.” 

“Always,” Annabeth says with an eye roll, but she casts one last look at him in the light before turning to pretend to look at the river again instead of his handsome eyes. She curls her hands into fists to suppress the urge to reach out and hold his hand.

“On that note, let’s go get some ice cream,” He leads the way before Annabeth can object. “I’m buying.”

[brothersonahotelbed]

sometimes i wish somebody would just scream at me

wash off your skin down to the bone, make sure you're all nice and raw and burning – now, hopelessness, speak!

you don't know who you are when you're not alone, and this terrifies you more than the being alone itself. when someone asks your name, none of them sound right on your lips, and there isn't a single thought of yours that belongs to you. dial back to 3rd grade, 4th, 5th it's not fair to use that little girl as an example because she's morphed into something bigger & darker over the years but even your guardian angel will attest before the garrisons: everything you do and everything you've done, you were always trying to fit in. and now it doesn't matter what you want anymore, lay on your bed and dream of intimacy, explore that dark, dank cave of want, greed, desire, but you're endeavoring without so much as a lantern to guide you, and you assume the shapes in the dark based on what you already know. you think you know, but my god, child, you don't even know what it's like to hold a hand that's not your own. these violent fantasies are but dogs chewing through their collars out of boredom.

the streets scare you. you don't know the way home by car or foot, you don't know anything, child, haven't you realized? you can't trust your feelings you can't trust your fantasies you don't know what you like, what you want, what you are. imagine you're stooping into the ocean but you don't know what it means to drown; you plunge beneath the waves and inhale and your lungs burn and burst and you die thinking there was something wrong with the water, or your own body malfunctioning – it's exactly like that. you can read a book but it won't teach you how to drown till you do it yourself.

i was supposed to be someone different by now but i have not lived any more than the screaming infant delivered into the cold hospital room. the mother's womb was warm and safe, and the world is bright and cold and loud and he was forced from one to the other in a process of pain and blood, and this is indicative of what it's like to walk out of the house at night and see what the neighborhood looks like in the orange haze of lampposts, to see if you can find your way back home, through the dark, before panic sets in.

you have not lived is all. you are given one life and every choice you make for it is preceded by dread, by fear, and influenced by opinions that aren't yours and all the while you're wondering what it feels like to be underwater, having never touched the ocean before.

will i remember to breathe before i'm fully submerged? i write to explore, but there's not an inch of this world i can claim as my own. Mother, move me – push me out – the hospital lights are warm, too. and if i stayed inside you any longer, there would be no more room for kicking and screaming.

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

I am not sure how to set limits in a fantasy world where there are numerous layers and dimensions where the idea is that people live in worlds within worlds within worlds.

The base layer is simply just that. Wilderness and everything else and everything untamed, no laws. No one stays there except the guardians/gods. It's nothing but portals. [IRL analogy: Space and portals go to Earth/Mars etc...]

I should mention that there are 2 types of portals btw. One is wjere a portal only connects to one spot and portals that connect to mutiple spots on the next layer.

These portals take you to a second layer. A continental world. There are dozens of continents (no actual planet to restrict anything) and anything on this layer is global plus more portals.

[IRL analogy: Earth and portals go to Asia, Europe, etc.]

And those portals goes to the 3rd layer of individual continents. Anything on this layer os continental. More portals give you individual countries. [IRL analogy: Asia and portals go to Russia, China, etc]

The 4th layer is countries. Anything here is nationwide. And more portals to country subdivisions. [IRL analogy: USA and portals go to California, Florida, etc...]

So you can see, it goes down so many layers. All the way down. Your home is even a portal on the street layer. Tiny independant shops are portals on the street layer.

It goes on.. depending how big your home is... that might be a portals layer itself connnecting 10+ rooms.

So basically it's such a massive undertaking that requires it to constantly be run and held at all times. Where is there room for magical failure? Is this too overboard or am I overthinking it? It seems like I definitely don't have limits here.. just utilising layer after layer after layer with no restriction.

Also this is mostly physical.. how about how this actually works and shapes as a society? With all these physical locations.. literal space is no issue? How about resources? Population? Since so many layers give no(?) limits that could be a number with 100 zeros.

Tex: Functionally your limits are whatever is the end of your patience/comfort level/skill level, or perhaps slightly before that point to give yourself some wiggle room. Are you building this world for the sake of a story, or to have a nice bauble to interact with? If for a story, which parts of this are most relevant to the plot, leaving the rest as auxiliary details? If for a source of amusement, what about this interests you the most? As it stands, this is a difficult bit of worldbuilding to follow - do you mean to have these worlds act gyroscopically to each other, in a nested sort of function? Is this meant to model some TTRPGs that have a similar set-up? Something else? If this is for an audience rather than solely your own amusement, then pertinent details need to be picked and stuck with to avoid overwhelming readers with so much context to take in.

Wootzel: We aren’t having an easy time understanding how this works. Here are some avenues to think about, and I hope they can help you come to your own conclusions. If you find yourself needing help with a specific aspect after brainstorming on your own some more, you’re welcome to ask again.

What does this look/feel like to actually interact with? Is going through a portal painless and pretty normal (sensory wise) or is it weird and feels like your brains are on sideways? Are the portals easily visible? If one is traveling from layer to layer, do you go from Home Layer to Street Layer and then walk down the street, or is it more metaphysical and harder to explain by real-world understanding?

You only mentioned magic towards the end and with no elaboration. WHO set these up? Do they require energy to keep open? What’s your magic system like? There are a million directions you could go with this (from the gods did it and must consciously maintain them, to humans spontaneously generate portals when they yawn), and this is basically a non-question. If you want to ask questions about minutiae of your magic system to sense-check it, first flesh out the magic system to us (but please be cognizant of how big your question is if you re-ask about this; we want to help, but we can only nudge you in the direction of some inspiration when it comes to something as made-up as a magic system).

You want limits, and you mention that these portals need to be maintained. Figure out what it takes to maintain a portal, then extrapolate to figure out where the limits of this system are. OR, go backwards: decide where you’d like a limit, and then pare that down so that individual portals’ cost adds up to that limit.

It sounds like most of these portals are pretty static, by your description. Like the portals in a house--I’d assume those are just hanging out, otherwise it’d be impossible to live in such a house. Do more dynamic portals exist? Why are most portals just kinda hanging out instead of being opened when needed, if maintaining them costs something? Alternatively, what if going through a portal is the costly thing, not it existing?

I’d suggest looking for other media that might have vibes in common with what you’re suggesting, if you don’t already have some in your pocket (or in addition to ones you already know about). I can’t think of any that deal specifically with portals in any way similar to yours, but since it seems like existing in your world would be pretty weird compared to what we’re used to, it might help to check out some examples of what other authors have done with words where there are some strange ways of perceiving going on. The only ones I can think of off the top of my head are Awful Hospital and certain chapters of Gunnerkrigg Court (chapter 72, Perspective, especially--though it will only make so much sense if you’re not familiar with Gunnerkrigg). 

[twincitiesgeek]

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[klxudykai]

all 26 of my drs

soo as my bio says I have 26 drs!! and today I will be talking about each of them

in all honesty I thought it was a bit of a stretch to shift to that many, but who cares? the universe is unlimited so if I wanna shift to 3, 26, or even 100 I should be allowed to (and so should you!!)

anywaysss lets get into it

Anime drs

MHA - this is literally my MAIN DR. its the first ever dr I thought of shifting to and one of my favorites. I can't wait to shift there omg

MHA (fantasy au) - this isn't one of my top favs but it is def a cool one that I would enjoy fs

AOT (modern college au) - this dr is gonna be so fun I just know it

Haikyuu - volleyball is one of my FAVORITE sports so I already know this is gonna be exciting (I also had a haikyuu obsession ever since 2019 quarantine-)

★ ★ ★

Fame drs

singer - I always wanted to be a famous singer so this made inner 9 year old me SCREAM. I live and breathe music. all kinds of it, too. my playlist will go from SZA to Bone Thugs n Harmony to Billie Ellish and then to Deftones real quick

youtuber - this is another career that 9 year old me wanted. I've always looked up to YouTubers so I knew I would have a trip shifting to where I was one too

street racer - okay Im gonna be so honest and tell y'all rn I don't know jack shit abt cars- all I know is that I wanna have a hot pink car and blast flo milli while dusting a bunch of men in races (hot girl shit I fear-)

90s r&b singer - I love the 90s. the music, the fashion, all of it. absolutely amazing. that's it

band dr - I would love to be the lead singer of a famous ass band. I haven't decided if I was gonna join an existing one or make my own yet but one of the options will be happening

★ ★ ★

TV shows/Movies

hogwarts - when I first got into shifting a LOT of people were shifting to Hogwarts and honestly I understand why. it looks so fun there man

alice in wonderland - this is one of my FAVORITE movies. I love the weirdness of it all and its just so creative and calming for me. (I intend on scripting I live in a cute little cottage on a hill with my two headed cow because I have a major obsession with cows)

diary of a wimpy kid - I got one name for you. and that name is rodrick mf heffley. judge me I do not care but that man is FINE (he probably smells tho but I intend on scripting he isn't cause who tf wants a smelly man??). i also like the idea of being in loded diper

twilight - I've had an obsession with vampires and werewolves (ESPECIALLY werewolves) since I was in 4th grade so this move series and dr is right up my alley (I'm team Jacob btw even tho he's hella childish)

the breakfast club - the first time I watched this movie I was like "I'm officially shifting there". I love coming of age movies especially older ones like this so I didn't hesitate to add it to my list

riverdale - this series was kinda interesting tbh. I heard it got really wacky after the 3rd season though but I guess I'll find that out when I rewatch it (or when I shift idk). SPEAKING OF RIVERDALE- I had two dreams about shifting there and it was so crazy. like the first one was when I was in the diner with the characters and I was looking for my s/o, but I woke up before I could find him. and then the second dream I don't remember but I had the sensation I kissed someone???? so I'm pretty sure I found him LMFAO-

spiderman (itsv-atsv) - absolutely NO words for this one. I've had an obsession with this one ever since it came out. and I almost screamed in the movie theater when the producers hit us with that "to be continued" bs. also hobie brown <33

descendents - I was into every single original Disney channel movie that was released and this was one of them. AND I could be the daughter of Tiana like??? sign me up fr

monster high - these are literally THE monster it girls. it would be a crime to not shift there

total drama - this was the first reality tv show I ever watched and I was so here for it. they got real creative with the drama too

victorious - I LOVE arts. acting, painting, music, dance, you name it. if I could go to a school like this in my cr I would've already been there (oh wait I technically can)

power rangers - SPECIFICALLY the 2017 film. I don't feel like we got a backstory on half of the characters and its so disappointing but oh MAN when my boy DACRE got on that screen I almost hollered. this movie served so hard and it deserved a sequel badly.

stranger things - this was another obsession of mine and I couldn't have it any other way. its gonna be terrifying but badass (like nancy wheeler when she had that damn shotgun)

mid90s - this was a decision I made last week because I had JUST watched the movie and it was my obsession for a little bit too. I experienced a little home sickness (more like a lot of homesickness because I was SAD SAD)

★ ★ ★

other drs I thought of shifting to

demon slayer - this seemed pretty fun, but I heard that later down the plot it got boring and sucked pretty bad so I wasn't sure

kpop - I'm not 100% a kpop fan but I LOVE krnb so I was just thinking of making music like that but its still in the works a bit

avatar - I thought it would be cool, but I wasn't in love with the idea like I thought id be. maybe if I shifted to the first avatar I'd like it but idk yet

farm life - like I mentioned earlier I really love cows and thought a farm would be cool, but I kinda fell out of love with the idea so this most likely won't go all the way through

anastasia - this is one of the drs I most likely will still be shifting to because I just love classic Disney movies (and Dimitri was fine..)

ready player one - in all honesty, I completely forgot I intended on shifting there but its a fun ass concept

pitch perfect - okay but this movie was funny as hell plus singing so why not?

tinkerbell - this entire series was my Roman empire. they were my FAV when I was little and still are

10 things I hate about you - early 2000 movies are my favorite so when I watched this, I wanted to shift there asap

★ ★ ★

okay and I think those are all my drs!! this might be a little over 26 too but oh well LMFAO-

i really enjoyed making this and I hope y'all enjoyed reading it <3

stay tuned for more drs because i am always thinking of new ones to go to!!

[108garys]

4th of July 1979

Here we have the first important date in the beast of little hope au and Megan dressed in red/white/blue with some of her signature accessories such as her red ribbon and mother's jewelry(and that one belt I swear she thrifts in every timeline lol). For reasons yet to be revealed the way she presents herself in the 70s in this timeline differs slightly from the Hector Clarke timeline where she leans into her alternative inclinations sooner and for a slither of context she just got off work and is eager to see the fireworks. Here she stands under a street light, the only thing troubling her is her service industry job being busier than usual and a particular coworker seeming... Off, well more so than usual.

Could it be the calm before the storm?

@kassiekole22 @delurkr @tatjana-fantasy @ctrvpani @blubary @unhingedlesbear @kindheartedgummybears @qusok @tinynightmarewoman @wacem @eframschweigersskincells @mybrainrotforreal of course there's other important things before this particular day but it is a little taste that I could give without showing my hand too much lol

[theaceofdragons]

Have a weird little Royai modern fantasy AU excerpt

(I'm feeling really bad about myself as a writer and I want to share something I actually like. If you like it too, please let me know because I could seriously use the dopamine boost)

Thank you to @goneadrift and @dairogo for useful comments!

Good morning, this is Oakenwald University Radio and I'm Kain Fuery. As most of you already know, a body was found last night on the edge of campus, between April and Cadwallis Streets. We have an update from the Resembool County Police, who suspect the death wasn't accidental. They'll be releasing the victim's name once the family has been notified, and there was no comment on whether this could be related to the library break-in. We'll keep you updated as we learn more, and students and faculty are encouraged to keep an eye on your phones and email and listen to this station for updates, and to travel in groups and follow instructions from campus security. If you have any information that might be useful to the investigation, please call ###-###-####. Evening classes will be online for at least the next week, so check your email for details. We'll have an interview with Julie Adler from campus security at one this afternoon, and we'll be discussing how you can stay safe on campus and in town.

Resembool County Courier, May 5th, 20XX

Body Found on Oakenwald Campus Identified

Police have identified the man found dead on the Oakenwald campus on Sunday.

63-year-old Berthold Hawkeye's identity  was released this afternoon after police were unable to locate his next of kin. Police also confirmed that Dr. Hawkeye's death was not a result of natural causes, and that they had reason to believe it was also not a "random event." Detectives are continuing to investigate, and say there is currently no suspect information. Anyone with pertinent information, or who saw or heard anything suspicious Sunday night, should call ###-###-####.

Correction (1:32PM): An earlier version of this article referred to Dr. Hawkeye as Mr. Hawkeye.

ROY MUSTANG, 2:08 PM

Do you remember when I told you about Riza?

MAES HUGHES, 2:08 PM

I don't think so

Wait is that the girl who went missing

ROY MUSTANG, 2:08 PM

Yeah.

The dead man they found was her father.

MAES HUGHES, 2:09 PM

Didn't see that coming

Did you look for her this year

ROY MUSTANG, 2:11 PM

I did my annual social media sweep

The police couldn't find her either.

MAES HUGHES, 2:12 PM

I'm sorry, Roy

Do you want to talk?

ROY MUSTANG, 2:15 PM

I have to finish this paper.

MAES HUGHES, 2:15PM

Call me any time.

Resemblool County Medical Examiner's Office - Autopsy Report

AUTOPSY REPORT PERFORMED BY: Sarah Rockbell, MD

…cause of death appears to be a single stab wound at the midline, the force of the blow fractured the sternum. Further examination revealed roots embedded into the subject’s heart, which has been sent for DNA testing to confirm it is that of the decedent. Further assessment is on hold pending preliminary results…

CAUSE OF DEATH: Terminal damage to organs

Death Notices

Berthold Hawkeye, 63, passed away May 4th in Fieldstone, where he had previously spent five years as an assistant professor of physics at Oakenwald University. He is remembered by colleagues as a unique and brilliant man. Dr. Hawkeye is preceded in death by his wife, Nicola, with whom he has one daughter, Riza.

A memorial will be held Wednesday, March 7, at Oakenwald University’s Paracelsus Garden.

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 7:21 PM

This is Riza Hawkeye. I'm at the bus depot off E-23 and I need help. I wouldn't be bothering you if it wasn't an emergency. Can you help me?

ROY MUSTANG, 7:21 PM

This isn't funny and you have extremely bad timing

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 7:23 PM

When you were thirteen you wanted to ask a boy out and I told you the line you had planned sounded more like a marriage proposal. You got annoyed at me because you would never marry someone who couldn't even [INSERT SCIENCE THING] and gave me a serious talk about how important a commitment marriage is.

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 7:28 PM

I'm almost out of data on this prepaid. Will you help me?

ROY MUSTANG, 7:28  PM

I'm on my way

[amethyst-geek]

The Harper Family in my Total Drama high school/urban fantasy AU

As discussed in one of my previous posts, I would have my Total Drama AU make certain characters related. You see sometime ago, I decided that Ennui and Ella would be fraternal twins (though Ella will probably have been held back a year so they'll be a grade apart in the main story). I picture both of them having powers thanks to them being tied for the seventh child of their dad who is the seventh of his own siblings. Then sometime later, Totaldramarama put the idea of Ella being Gwen's cousin in my head. I actually like this idea and would like to incorporate it into my AU as well. So now, I would like to go over the 7 members of the previous Harper generation and their children.

Firstborn- Don- as the eldest of his siblings, his father, who was member of an organization that hunted down supernatural beings and he expected Don to follow in his footsteps and subjected him to intense and dangerous training; since Don had no desire to be a killer, he ran away along with his twin sister. They thought about taking some of their younger siblings with them but decided that it would be more practical to come back for them after getting jobs. He and Christine spent the first few months on the streets and in homeless shelters and during this time, one volunteers working at 1 of said homeless shelters helped Don and Christine get jobs. After they saved up enough money, Don and Christine were able to move out of the homeless shelter and into an apartment. Don then decided to briefly return to their hometown only to see that his parents and siblings no longer lived there. A neighbor then explained that shortly after he and Christine ran away, their father tried ti stab one of their younger siblings, only for their mom to act as a human shield and wound up going to the hospital. As a result, their father was arrested and sentenced to 7 years in prison, and their mother finally worked up the courage to divorce him. Content that his mother and siblings were able to get away from Mr. Harper, Don returned to his apartment. Later, Don went to college, became a teacher, got married, adopted his wife's surname, and had three kids (1 of them being a girl in the same grade as the Island cast and has Bridgette's concept design; and since Lindsay mentioned having a friends named Bitsy in the TDA episode Get a Clue, I decided that this Bitsy character will be Don's daughter). He and Christine weren't able to get back in contact with their mom and sibling until years later when he recognized one of his student's surname as his own former surname.

2nd born- Christine (Topher's mom)- Don's twin sister; while her father expected his sons to follow in his footsteps in hunting down supernatural beings, he expected his daughters to get married as soon as possible and become housewives and was quite cruel to daughters whenever they showed signs of being anything less than his idea of a perfect woman. So he had arranged for Christine to marry an apprentice of his. However, Christine had no desire to get married so young (let alone to someone her father picked out for her, so as soon as she and Don turned 18, they ran away from home. As mentioned in Don's bio, she and Don lived in a homeless shelter for a while before getting jobs and saving up enough money to move into an apartment. Sometime later, she got married and had Topher.

3rd child- Megan (Gwen's mom)

4th child- Joseph (OC brother who runs an ice cream parlor/candy store with his wife).

5th child- oc sister

6th child- possibly Emma Masterson (as in Jen Masterson's mom, I decided to make Jen and Gwen cousins)

7th child- Anthony Harper Sr (father of Marlowe, Ennui, and Ella)- having only been 6 or 8 when his father got arrested, Anthony doesn't remember his father's cruelty as clearly as his siblings do, and his mother didn't like to talk about him a lot. As a result, when his dad got out of jail when Anthony was a teenager, Anthony was the only one of his siblings willing to talk to him, and his father was able to turn him against his mother and the rest of their family. As soon as he turned 18, Anthony cut contact with his mom and siblings to join his father's supernatural-hunting organization. About a year later, he married to the daughter of one of his father's associates. He then proceeded to treat her as cruely as his father treated his mother, and generally treated her like a maid and baby factory. When he and his wife were expecting their 7th child, Anthony realized that this child would be the 7th child of a 7th child and thus would almost certainly have supernatural powers. He planned to kill the child as soon as it was born. However, his plans changed when his wife turned out to be carrying twins. Anthony wasn't sure which twin had inherited the 7th child powers, so he decided to wait a few years and planned to kill whichever twin showed signs of having powers first. The twins were then named Anthony Jr and Ella. As Anthony Jr and Ella got older, their father became increasingly cruel to them in hopes of triggering the powers of whichever twin had inherited the 7th child powers. His wife tried to protect her kids from their father's cruetly, but the strain of her multiple pregnancies (as well as her parents thwarting her attempts to leave him) made it difficult for her to do so. Since Anthony jr was his spitting image, Anthony sr had hoped it was Ella who had been the 1 who inherited the powers so that he could spare Anthony Jr. Around the time Anthony jr and Ella were 4, Anthony sr subjected Anthony jr to another beating, this time doing so while making Ella watch. Ella couldn't stand seeing her brother get hurt, her anger caused her to 7th child powers to awaken in the form of her turning into a dragon in order to protect her twin brother from their father. Anthony Sr then tried to slay his daughter and managed to use his skill to knock out Ella enough for her to lose consciosuness and revert back to her human form. Just as he was about to slay her Anthony Jr 's own 7th child powers awakened as well in the form of vampiric abilities and he used to protect Ella from their father. This caught Anthony Sr off-guard long enough for his wife to show up and protect her kids from her husband. However, since she was still recovering from the birth of her tenth child, Anthony Sr was able to overpower her and kill her. He was then arrested for murder. However, before he could be sentenced, some of his associates broke him out of prison and he became a fugitive. Anthony Sr's children were then sent to live with their maternal grandparents, but that didn't last long as they they tried to kill Anthony Jr and Ella too, only for their older brother to stop them, and their grandparents wound up getting arrested. Anthony Sr's father tried to get custody of his grandkids, but due to his criminal record, the case worker decided against this. The 10 siblings were then sent to a group foster home until the case worker tracked down their paternal grandmother and by extension, several of the children's aunts and uncles. Ella and AJ were sent to live with one of their aunt Megan while the rest of their siblings were wound living with either their paternal grandmother, their aunt Emma, or their uncle Joseph. While living with aunt Megan, his cousin Gwen introduced AJ to goth culture, which lead to AJ to start going by Ennui. Around the same time, Ella became very fond of Disney movies.

Edit: had it so that Gwen's mom was the 4th child and Jen's mom was the 3rd, but I switched their birth positions.

Edit: switched around the birth order of Emma, Joseph, and the nameless OC sister when I did the math and realized it would make more sense to make Emma one of the younger siblings considering I would still want to adapt the storyline where she has another baby when her elder daughters are already in their teens. Also added some information about the name of Don's daughter.

Edit: Emma and the OC sister might be identical twins.

[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 5  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,000 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 6 =>

It was nearing the end of summer in this quiet little mountain town and today unlike most, it was literally so quiet you could hear a pin drop.  It was too quiet for comfort. This could only mean one thing and one thing only. Something was about to go down.

A young girl stands in her bed room by the window. Looking out over the normally busy streets she saw absolutely no movement "Something's not right here." She could sense that something was off, but what was it? What could possibly be happening right now? Whatever it was (Y/N) was going to get to the bottom of it. Upon leaving the house it became apparent of where she needed to go. Whenever something happens whose fault is it normally "Cartman"

[1 hour earlier, in Cartman's basement]

"We are gathered here today to forge the basic idea of this new game many of our fellow classmates have requested. The simple game of war between humans and elves. Now I think we can do much better than that. Think about it did Hitler just systematically kill every Jew he saw, no! He had a reason for it." Kyle stood up but Stan covered his mouth not want things to take a turn for the worst, knowing how the two tend to have very intense and violent aftermaths. Cartman stood among the rest of the 4th grade boys in front whiteboard. He had been thinking about the game all summer, but no one wanted to play a game where they have to beat up Kyle. Instead he recognized that the last time they played medieval that Kyle wanted to make an elf army to oppose him, so he just had to work with that. Tweek raised his hand

"Yes Tweek? It better be good." Cartman said in a very stern tone which made Tweek start to shake uncontrollably "AH-t,t-t-To much p-Pressure. Ah w-what if we like AH were fighting over a s-stick!" Cartman put down the whiteboard marker and sighed "Ugh that's lame Tweek! What did I say about lame ideas." Clyde put a hand on Tweeks shoulder and stood up and spoke "What if it was the stick of truth." Cartman stopped "That's, that's genius!" Cartman wrote it up on the board and circled it "Okay so we will use my backyard as the human's base 'The Kingdom of Kupa Keep' if you will and the elf base will be at Kyle's since we have the biggest backyards. I will be the Grand Wizard king of the humans and Kyle will be what ever he wants to be, I don't care. We shall ready the bases and commence the game in 1 hour. All those who want to be one the awesome human team, to the backyard! Everyone else follow Kahl."

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The walk to Cartman's was interesting. You started to notice that the town felt different, almost as if you was being watched. You looked up at the tree in front of Cartman's house there was a target hanging from it. Walking up to Cartman's door you could hear movement from the backyard. You knocked on the door, Cartman's mom opened it with a smile "Why hello (Y/N) come in the others are in the backyard." You nod heading for the backyard.

"What the ever loving fantasy game!" Your jaw was on the floor, this was the most amazing thing that you had ever witnessed in your life to date. It was a dream come true.

"Amazing isn't it? It only took and hour to set up and assign everyones duties. Would you like a tour?" 

You was practically drooling "Yes please." Your eyes were as big as saucers and you started spa-zing out like Tweek.

"Over here we have our black smithery run by Clyde, and on your left the stables run by Scott Malkinson" The two of you continued into the tent to be met by, "Kenny?" You gave your friend a very confused look. Kenny was wearing Zelda's dress without his coat, exposing his smooth pale skin. You wanted to touch it. He still wore his hood but some of his natural blond hair fell out from his hood and on top of the hood he wore a blond wig which seem counter productive.

"Princess Kenny actually, just go with it. Now if you look over here, we have the greatest and most powerful artifact in the universe. The Stick of Truth, whoever wields it controls the universe. So currently I the Grand Wizard of the human control the universe." You marveled at the stick and then at Princess Kenny who oddly enough made a really convincing princess which made you jealous. 

"So can I play?" 

Cartman started laughing "You really think I'm going to let a fuck'n girl play, you really are a dumb bitch." He put his arm around princess Kenny "Right Kenny a girl could never play." Kenny looked at you with an apologetic look "I'm sorry (Y/N) I have to agree with Cartman. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

You crossed your arms and pouted "Fine then, I didn't want to play your stupid dorky nerd game anyways! I have better things to be doing anyhow!" You flipped them both off with both hands and walked out of the tent pissed. Stomping past Craig and Clyde you flipped them off too. Craig just flipped you off back and Clyde started to tear up like he was about to cry very confused at what he had done wrong. You continued to stomp out the door and yelled "You haven't seen the last of me you fat ass!" You left and Craig finally put his hand down "She just took my trade mark." All the while Clyde started crying.

You took off to Kyle's house seeing as how Kyle mentioned that he made the elf army when they first met. "An enemy of an enemy is a friend in my book."