#But it looks a bit like a halo OOPS.

[cathalbravecog]

some stuff i drew while i was at a con today ^^ the hr and vp ones were requests !!

closeups!!

and the whole page....

[doodleodds]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN..... WE GOTTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so SO much to everyone who commissioned (read: enabled) me!!

Now that I've reached my goal of +10ing my boy, and since my time is (unfortunately) still quite limited due to work, I'm going to be closing comms tomorrow! So, if you have an idea and haven't decided if you want to commit or not yet, now's your last chance for the time being! ;) And to all those who have already paid, I know I do still have quite a few to get through- I was a FOOL to think I could just bang these out in 24 hours, lol, but please rest assured they will be coming within the next few days!! I'll get through them slowly but surely. Admittedly I did take a break to draw this guy because I was so pleased to get him, but I'll get right back on the horse tomorrow lol. Thank you so much again everyone!! ^O^

Ferdinand went to a tea party and came back Different

[impala-dreamer]

please Tell Me About John Winchester x Reader and Exhibitionism!

A Quick Break

John Winchester x Reader

997 Words (oops)

NSFW, Exhibitionism, Sex Things

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The motel room was stuffy and dark. Y/N was tired of squinting into the shadows and the damned lamps were dimmer than than the idiot cops they’d interviewed that morning. With a huff, she slammed her book down on the bed and leapt up. Her bare toes dug into the plush blue carpet as she padded to the window and threw back the curtains. 

A plumage of dust scattered into the room, but the sunlight was welcomed and warm. 

“I don’t know why you always insist on workin’ in the dark,” she said, hoping to rock John from his stupor. 

He was hard at it, chewing on a pen cap while scanning the surrounding towns’ newspapers from the last two weeks. He cocked a brow and peered over at her. 

“Because I like it,” he answered simply. 

Y/N closed her eyes and let the sun warm her face. “Yeah, well, I can’t see shit.” 

The large, single window ran the entire length of the short front wall and faced the pool area. Like the room, the pool wasn’t much to look at, but a few lodgers were making use of its cooling, overly chlorinated waters. Y/N sighed, wondering if she could coax him into going for a dip. 

“We could use a break, ya know…” 

John hummed non-commitally. “I guess.” 

She turned and pressed her back against the glass. “You have been workin’ real hard, Johnny…” 

Hazel eyes lit up with interest. She was the only one who ever called him that, and despite the less-than-manly quality to the nickname, he loved it. 

“I suppose.” 

She smiled and bit her lip as he stared her way. The mid-day sun was haloing her in bright light and he couldn’t help the twing of desire in his gut. Her curves were sexy silhouettes, her position in the window was one that teased ‘come get me’. 

He answered the call before she could register what he was doing. 

John swept in, grabbing her up into his big arms and licking at her lips. Y/N melted instantly. Her eyes fell closed, her lips softened and parted. She hummed into his mouth as his hands slid down her body, lovingly gripping each delicious curve. 

Pulling back, she grinned up at him. “Take me to bed…” Her whisper was sultry, her eyes inviting. 

John licked his lips and shook his head. He eyed the pool, the patrons splashing about not more than a dozen yards from their room. With a devilish smirk, he bent down to kiss her again, this time diving deep between her lips as he cupped her left breast. She squirmed against him, her body opening for him in every way that it could. His scruff scraped at her lips, his rough hands scratched her sides. He slipped a hand into her shorts and she gasped. 

Looking over her shoulder, Y/N counted six people close by. “John- don’t-”

He tapped at her clit and her body jolted with desire. “You want me to stop?” He pressed down lightly and her eyes glazed over. 

She swallowed hard. “Um… no? I just… there’s people right there.”

John laughed and bent to kiss her throat as he dragged his middle finger slowly through her pussy lips. She shivered and he licked at her ear. “So? Let them watch.” 

Her heart pounded, her knees spread a little wider. She nodded breathlessly. “OK…” 

With a hard kiss, John pressed her into the window. The sunkissed glass hit the small of her back; warm and firm. She could feel phantom eyes upon her, and she prayed that the glare from the sun was hiding her writhing form. 

John dipped two fingers in deep and flickered his thumb over her clit. Every moan was swallowed by a kiss, every buck of her hips was met with a thrust of his hand. She clung to his broad shoulders, licked at his throat, desperately tried to be involved when all she really wanted was to lay back and have him fuck her until the walls came down around them. 

“Johnny,” she moaned, “need your cock… please…” 

He growled aganist her lips and withdrew his hand from her shorts, immediately moving to open his belt. Once more, Y/N moved to scoot around him and run for the bed, but again, he stopped her. 

“No.” He shook his head and tugged on the waistband of her shorts. “Right here.” 

She hesitated, an innocent pout turning her lip. “But-”

A big hand gripped her hip, tugging her close. “Now.” 

Y/N held her breath as John lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist and let out a hard huff as he propped her up against the window. 

“This is bad,” she laughed. 

He grinned. “Is it?” His erection nudged at her cunt. 

She shuddered and whined. “No. Good. Do it. Please.” 

John slammed into her and she worried for a moment that the glass would shatter, but it held strong. 

Her nails dug into the back of his neck; his hands cupped her ass. 

The sun beat down on the window, highlighting but hiding their bodies. If anyone was watching from the pool, they made no scene; blissfully unaware of the orgasmic pulse still working its way through Y/N’s shaking body as John set her down on the blue carpet. She fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, finishing the job while the lodgers swam, oblivious. 

His palms flat on the window, he jerked his hips in a quick rhythm, forcing her to keep up or choke. When she buried her face in the black hair around his cock, he came, spurting down her delicate throat. 

He helped her to her feet. She smiled with cum-drunk happiness. 

“How’s that for a break?” he asked. 

Y/N laughed and slumped forward into his arms. “It was pretty good,” she replied. “But, I still wanna go for a swim...” 

[doom-dreaming]

Halo 1-3 armor: Very nice. A technological marvel. Sleek. I love it. Iconic. I love it in the anniversary version of halo 2.

Halo 4-5 armor: slutty. Fashion icon. Jokes aside, I don't get the hate for this one. I like it. He looks pretty in it. Yes it is a tad impractical in some cases and a darker shade of green. It just means he's a dark green cicada instead of a leaf green one.

Infinite: Honestly, it's probably my favorite one. The design is heavily inspired from the halo trilogy with a modern touch to it. Very Green compared to halo 4 and 5. I love the marks and damage it has on it— the details.

Oh cool, an excuse to look at pictures of him. I do genuinely think it's neat to look at all the designs side-by-side and see what they kept and what they changed, so let's do that. :)

Original CE graphics next to the Anniversary remaster. Not a drastic change, same basic shape, just more detail, which makes sense. I do like the addition of the glowy bits (shield generator?) on his chest as well as the ones above his knees.

Halo 2 original graphics (top) vs. Anniversary (bottom; I would have put them side by side but they're not the same size and it decapitated him). Still the same general look as CE, but notably without any glowy/reflective bits (but it looks like whatever those are is still there, above his knees, just matte this time). The chest piece looks more like a breastplate than a roller coaster safety harness. It gives him tits. I love the scuffing and wear and tear they added, especially on his knees and boots. I agree that this is one of my favorite versions of it.

Halo 3 - it looks smoother than the iteration in 2, and that could be to graphical updates, but compare it to the CE look and it's similar, like they rounded off some of the sharp edges. They sanded my boy. Also, we see the return of the shiny above-knee strips. Still none on the chestplate though. Less noticeable scuffing and damage here, too.

Halo 4, where 343 Industries took over and things got wild. The undersuit has texture now. The fingers have actual plating on them. The shape is still roughly the same, it's the classic Mjolnir silhouette, but each section has a crazy amount of detail and kibble added to it. They really embellished - where a lot of the original trilogy designs had solid metal, they've added buckles and screws and things I don't know how to describe in writing that give it a lot more visual interest. Like you said, the designs in 1 - 3 were very sleek, the design here looks like a lot of moving parts. Also, the color is closer to the muted green in Halo 3 (or at least that specific picture), which is interesting. And note the removal of the Shiny Strips altogether. I'm like you, I don't get the hate for this one, I think it looks cool.

In Halo 5, we've gotten sleeker again! And a little greener. A lot of the gray parts of the Halo 4 design have been turned dark green for this one. The undersuit has also lost its very specific bumpy texture for something a little smoother? The coloring on this one is weird to me and I'm just now noticing it, but there are some places that look like they shouldn't be green or black. Like his shoulders? That looks like undersuit texture, shouldn't that be black? And it looks like they filled in the little crop top portion in the 4 design (not really visible in the photo I used here, oops) but it still looks more like undersuit than armor, so I'm not sure what the goal was here. I do think the random stripes of red are a fun touch and...do we have the return of Shiny Thigh Strips once again? Hard to say. Notably NO battle damage in this one, dude looks like a pristine action figure.

Halo Infinite - this is definitely a callback to the original trilogy design, they even brought the bolts/screws on the boots and hands back. To me, it looks VERY similar to the H2A design, which is a Good Thing. But oh god, they turned up the saturation on the green. This is the greenest he's ever been. And we have the Shiny Strips (even though they're not shiny?) on the legs again! Not on the chest, but they've added a pair to his lower legs. And we've got battle damage again! Yay! To me, this is a best-of-both-worlds compromise between the original design(s) and the level of detail in 4 and 5. I just wish they hadn't gone SO green with it. I also wish they'd kept the actual armor on his fingers. And I don't know if it's just this specific render, but it looks more like plastic than metal to me? Which is an interesting design choice if it was an intentional one.

[thevoidofwinter]

this is SUPER late bc its been A Time lately and i also kinda forgot for a while oops. BUT. a little bit of rambling about my cccc/hms designs + interpretation as requested by @keruukat :]

so first off, all three of them in my "main" designs for them are incredibly creature coded. this is literally just because i wanted to and enjoy that type of theme. mind is dragon themed, heart is... bird creature thing. themed. and soul is cockatrice themed which was actually not my idea and a big brain suggestion my friend @atticustimestwo came up with (thank you forever atticus btw. probably never would have thought of that myself sLJFKSL) !!! as a result of this, they're all incredibly instinct driven and highly reactionary. yes mind hates this.

side note, i also have different names i like using for them! mind is helios, heart is lunaris, and soul is anularis. this was mostly just to separate them when doing rps with friends but i've come to really enjoy these names :]

but with that out of the way! i'll start with my mind design bc i'm biased towards blue and dragons oops.

originally, he started out being the least creature coded of the three, both in terms how i was messing around with design and actually in how i read the "timeline" of the album, as it were. in character wise, he absolutely hated being "inferior" to the other two. he didn't have any claws to speak of, no scales, no feathers. he was the most human looking and he didnt like that. so what does he do? oh yknow.

design wise, i realized i liked leaning more into the robotic theming like a lot of people do bc idk! it's fun. why not. and then my dragon bias hit when i heard that One Line in RoE while drawing one day and the gears started turning. i still haven't ironed it out 100% drawing wise, but here's what i have so far:

a good part of the left side of his face is a screen! its default is just an eye, though it can be just about anything. it definitely turns to a clock during RoE and i do imagine it becoming super animated during TME. also glitchy from Be Born into TME as well.

his floating crown is a hologram he keeps up at most times, but the sun halo is just kind of. always there.

there's a lot of metal. like. a LOT. his neck is plated + his modulator is built into that. his entire spine is reinforced with metal. metal arms, probably some metal patches elsewhere too. and yknow the robotic dragon tail

he glows ominously in the dark. you can see that here- just kind of an aura type thing along with the glowy robotic bits on him.

he has irises and pupils, though most of the time they aren't visible bc he is. Tired. they snap into visibility when he's focused or angry though. (i have a very vivid mental image of them snapping into focus during the intro of TME)

he has mechanical wings! they're retractable and mostly are just there because, again, he couldn't bear to be "inferior" to heart and soul, who both also have wings. he can fly with them, though most of the time they're literally just for threat display. also yes, there are slits in the back of his jacket for the wings i just forget to draw them lol

he has an innate need to Be The Tallest. they're literally all the same height but this bitch wears heeled boots with metal on the soles to make himself taller.

the sun patch on his right jacket sleeve was put there by heart; the crown on the left he did himself.

he kinda??? has electricity abilities that he gained over the process of turning himself more robotic. this is important to note for a later note with soul :)

...that's all i can think of for now but i'm sure there's more i'm forgetting. its fine! onto heart :D

heart has always been the most creature coded to me, as the representation of emotion. and yknow. emotions can be pretty damn innate, instinctual, and visceral. or maybe that's just my take on it cause mine sure are lfsdkjhdfjk

i couldn't choose between black and white wings so his are both! a gradient from white into black with white speckles and purple heart-shaped markings on a few of the primary feathers :] he also has a lot of feathers in other places, such as covering his ears, his neck, chest, arms, legs, and of course tail.

his eyes aren't actually physically damaged! his near-blindness and extreme light sensitivity are actually a result of mind glowing blindingly bright (something something don't stare at the sun) after the shot, and then later the harsh red glow of soul's trident when he got the scars on his face.

his halo is a crescent moon most of the time, though it can change to different phases either on command or in reaction to his emotions. i haven't quite decided which phase stands for what yet, i'll figure it out eventually...

he loves loves loves putting patches on things, especially different textured ones. the heart patch on his hoodie sleeve is soft!

his blindfold has the phases of the moon on it! they weren't initially there as the blindfold was given to him by soul, but mind later embroidered the phases onto it during a concord loop.

his tail is actually kinda prehensile and really strong- he can totally use it to hang onto stuff and even hang off a branch upside down.

he used to be able to fly easily, but after getting his wings broken one too many times in scuffles, it's a lot more difficult to do so now. theoretically he still could with enough adrenaline, though.

he slouches a lot because of his wings, so he usually appears to be the shortest of the group. he can and will stand up straight for threat displays, though.

guy really doesn't like wearing shoes most of the time. socks it is.

aaand i think that's all i have for heart atm!

soooo, soul moment :] soul is such an intriguing guy to me. we really don't see (or hear, ig) a lot of him for a good part of the album, so tbh even to me he's still kinda an enigma. i do adore him a lot though. this guy is SO tired and done with heart and mind's shit, please let him have one (1) nap.

i went back and forth on this guy's design a whole lot before atticus suggested the cockatrice idea, and even a little bit after that i debated it for a while. should he be the most human, or appear so far disconnected that he's barely recognizable? WELL. turns out i went kinda midline with that lmao.

he has both scales and feathers to mirror heart and mind's respective features. i love a symbolism

he has a mane of feathers going down his spine, though it's usually only visible on his tail cause. yknow. clothes.

his wings are summonable, and he doesn't usually have them out cause they're HEAVY. they're a mix of draconic and feathered wings as well. he can also fly with them, though it's usually too much effort for him to even consider.

he has four red diamond-shaped lights hovering above his head at all times, like heart and mind have their respective permanent halos.

when under extreme stress/emotions, he has three light horns that manifest, reminiscent of his trident. he also glitches the fuck out

^ the visual glitching is actually a result of mind. what happened during the shot was that heart shot at mind (and missed, but the fact that heart even tried was the problem) -> when he finds out, soul unintentionally snaps and freaks the fuck out, attacking heart and mind -> mind panics and absolutely electrocutes soul, causing his form to glitch and go black and white -> ever since then, extreme emotions causes him to start glitching again!

the shadow half of him is also reactive to his emotions, though is there more often and easier than the glitching. it's pretty much his default, especially during cacophony. (i have a pretty vivid mental image of it fading into view during dream)

the back of his jacket has a trident, crown, and heart embroidered on it, something that all three of them worked on together :]

this is literally just for comedy reasons, but soul's shirt is usually a basic t-shirt, but sometimes it has text on it and the text can change at will

also have a few misc notes that i think are fun :]

while i do adore these creature-esque designs, i also want to do more abstract designs (that they're probably liable to shift to under extreme stress/it being their "true" forms), as well as closer to human designs :]

same thing with clothing designs. i'm so indecisive help. i think im gonna do all of one or two color designs, and then some alt designs where they mix and match colors some!

i do like to imagine heart is physically the strongest out of the three, mind mentally the strongest, and soul the strongest overall. just in relation to each other, of course.

...and i think that's all! at least all that i can remember right now lol, i'm likely to come back and edit this or reblog with additions when i think of more things. it's kinda intimidating to finally be posting this bc im usually so quiet on this front, but i hope whoever manages to read this giant wall of text enjoys! :D

[monarchetype]

The Magnus Archives Index Card fan art - The Entities

Check out my first index card drawing for TMA here, from back when I had no clue what was going on.

Descriptions and explanations under the cut.

I actually started this one a few weeks ago when I first listened to Episode 111 (aka the worldbuilding infodump) but I only got around to finishing it today. From left to right, top to bottom:

Row 1 Column 1: Two silver lines reminscent of magnetic tape form a helix of eyes against a black background, which also has smaller, floating eyes. Representing The Eye, of course.

Row 1 Column 2: A purple coffin covered in silver chains, against a blue background. Representing the Buried, with the blue representing the "drowning" and "deep ocean" aspects of it.

Row 1 Column 3: A combat knife cutting a red tear across a gauche pattern of colors that is remiscent of both camouflage and abstract country maps. Representing the Slaughter, both at the personal and larger scales.

Row 1 Column 4: A candle emitting gray smoke against a similarly gray background, with a small pile of black ash at its base. Representing the Desolation.

Row 1 Column 5: A black, unmarked gravestone on bare earth, with skeletal hands reaching towards it from a white void. Representing the End.

Row 2 Column 1: A single claw reaching out from a curtain of leaves, blood dripping from the tip. Representing the Hunt.

Row 2 Column 2: A black spider silhouette on a silver web, against a red background. Representing the Web. Not gonna lie, I thought I was so cool making the background the color of blood, and then I realized it just looked like Spider-Man. Oops.

Row 2 Column 3: A gold comedy mask against a multi-colored striped background reminiscent of a circus's color palette. The mask has two red marks on either side, reminscent of the face paint of the famous clown Grimaldi. Representing the Stranger.

Row 2 Column 4: A spiraling pattern of rectangles color yellow, green, and pink, in a pattern that isn't quite a pattern. The center has a circle that might be a doorknob. Representing the Distortion.

Row 2 Column 5: The dark silhouette of a person's head and shoulders against a grey background, with a black silhouette of a dead tree branch hanging over them. Representing the Lonely.

Row 3 Column 1: The upper half of an open mouth, vaguely human but with sallow orange-y skin, and molars at even distances around the rim. Representing the Flesh.

Row 3 Column 2: A sickly yellow-green and blue hive with silver protusions from the lowermost combs, against a purple background. Representing the Corruption.

Row 3 Column 3: A drawing reminscent of the black hole photo, of a black circle with warm colored clouds surrounding it, but with additional black lines akin to rivers of darkness pouring into the center from space. Representing the Dark.

Row 3 Column 4: A lightning bolt against a gradient that goes from black to blue to white. Representing the Vast.

Row 3 Column 5: A circle vaguely resembling planet Earth, with blue oceans and a grey-green continent, overlaid by an interlocking nuclear hazard symbol and three plastic waterbottles. The planet is haloed in fire. Representing the Extinction.

Some of these I'm more proud of than others; the Dark, the Desolation, and the Lonely in particular I think turned out really well. I'm also really proud of the concept for the Eye and the Distortion, although the execution could've been a bit better. (I was actually trying to go for a regular pattern when coloring in the Distortion and just goofed, but then I realized that actually made more sense. Happy accident!) The Extinction in particular looks sloppy, but hey, I'll do better next time.

[wsdalt]

hellooo i am a bit late but. ask game! 🏜️🎨🥤? (ik you did the last one already but recs are always fun!)

"what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?"

um… okay firstly i obviously love all comments, but i will say i enjoy when people sort of… point out/engage with the thesis of sorts of the fic? i suppose? i don't always go into a fic with a "thesis" i'm trying to convey in mind, but sometimes i do and i like when people pick up on it and engage with or mention it \o/!!

"recommend an author or fanfic you love"

well… i would recommend you pfft but you're the one sending the ask. so um… in the interest of sticking with felps related fics i will recommend “we made out way by finding what is real” and “once more to see you” because I’ve been in a federation escape stream mood \o/!! First one is them escaping (+ timeloop concept) and second one is post-escape… fluff I suppose? as much as it can be considering the circumstances and paranoia

"link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it" (out of order just in case i need to use a cut pfft. i did need the cut. okay have fun \o/)

it's that time of the week, time to pass the felps bystander guilt art… while this features other people in true nature to myself i will focus on felps with this though okay lets go: very cool piece first of all \o/!! second of all i have no idea if this is jaime's intentions with this art at all but…

felps having his face turned towards what is happening with cell and pac, but when you actually look he's looking completely past them? they're in his peripherals, surely… it's not that he can't see them, or he's entirely ignoring what's happening--it's in a murky sense of acknowledging it without acknowledging it? he's acknowledging it, but he can't look right at it. i like that as much as cell and pac draw your attention, felps stands out a lot--everyone else is in orange, and they're also a lot more… "fluid" i guess than him? (although with JV it's because he's dead and dead bodies don't really hold tension oops…) i just really like the perfect posture + almost casual stance

i think you can link it easily to the fact felps has a slight tendency to fall into the "everything's fine \o/" way of processing things--or at the very least tries to brush over his issues? it's not his method 100% of the time, and it doesn't fully work, but you know--you can also link the fact it doesn't fully work to the fact he looks back: he can't fully ignore it

i always imagine this scene as felps being told by cell to stand guard and make sure no one interrupts him and this very much feels like a depiction of that. a very sort of hopeless "what else can i do but this?" and throwing himself into it. he has his guard stance--but he looks back! maybe because despite the neutral expression (see again: "everything is fine" approach) he does care about pac a little and he doesn't want this to happen. he can't bring himself to watch, but he can't bring himself to look away and pretend it isn't happening either!

back to felps standing out: it really plays into that line he had when he mentioned to richarlyson that he was in prison--i'm paraphrasing a little i think because i don't have time to hunt it down, but he said something like "i was on the other side. i was alone." and you can really see that here! he's definitely not "one of them". the different uniform, the different colours, the difference in stance… despite the fighting going on the others seem more "united" as a concept…? i don't know how to explain it

the bystander guilt is also a fun thing combined with his saint stuff and all that, but that isn't specific to this piece

anyway getting specific with it and really just taking audience interpretation liberties here even moreso than before: colouring behind felps' head as halo and by extension priest imagery if you're me. his hands behind his back is cool--i can't remember if i wrote this into my fic(s?) specifically because of this piece, but i do lean into the idea of him during this era holding his hands behind his back as a professional way to hide them so people can't see them shaking

felps being the tallest can also be a reference to the fact he's technically supposed to have the most power here due to being a guard, but that's neither here nor there as he… doesn't actually have much power in the scene (the blackmail). although maybe just the illusion of power, but not acting on it is interesting? to someone like pac--he could've stopped it. or tried to. but he didn't. and we know that's because of the blackmail--but it'd be hard for pac to conceptualise that if he wasn't the kind of person to do the "everything's fine!" thing and succeed very very well until he has to break

celltw are fun and jaime did amazing with them of course, but this piece will always be the felps bystander guilt art to me. i have it as my lock screen pfft

[a-strange-inkling]

Day 17: Angels

New York, New York 1994

“Daddy!”

His littlest angel runs down the school hallway, looking like an actual cherub in her white robe and the feathery white wings tied to her back. The slightly crooked gold halo on top of her curls is the only indication of her true nature under all that heavenly beauty.

“You made it! You made it!” she cries happily, before tripping on her skirt and falling face forward, wiping out with a slide, her halo flying off and rolling down the tile.

“Oof, Maggie, you okay?” he quickens his pace, reaching down to help her up.

“I’m okay!” she raises her arm in assurance.

Chrissy and Olivia are hurrying behind her after seeing her fall.

He lifts her up at arms length to check her over, making sure she’s alright. Luckily it looks like she landed on her tummy rather than her chin or her head. He breathes a chuckle, hugging her close. “Little fall from grace there, huh?” He kisses the top of her hair as he fishes around for her halo on the ground.

“There we go,” he tells her, straightening it on top of her. “Don’t want the rest of the angel choir to know which department you really work for.”

“Thanks, Dad!” she fluffs her curls with a big toothy smile. “Do I look beautiful?”

“Absolutely beautiful.” he tells her.

They’re quite the contrast, the both of them, his little golden-haired, blue-eyed angel baby and his dark-haired, dark-eyed self, still in his stage get up. He was short on time and had to hush over right after the gig uptown to make it. Nothing too edgy, but he's still all in black. Black jeans with chains, heavy combat boots, and a tight black t-shirt with his tattoos and scars on display. Relatively tame, but maybe a bit much for an elementary school’s Christmas concert.

Chrissy reaches them with a relieved sigh. “Maggie, you know you shouldn’t be running.”

“I’m okay, Mom,” she tells her, glancing over her shoulder. “Are my wings straight?”

“A little lopsided, believe it or not.” She looks skyward as she adjusts the feathery extensions of her costume.

“Livvy, you look so beautiful,” Eddie gasps when his oldest springs forward to hug him around the waist. She’s wearing an identical costume to Maggie except she has a pair of golden wings. She smiles brightly and sways her skirt a little.

“Thanks, Daddy, I almost thought you weren’t going to make it.” she tells him.

“And miss your solo, are you kidding me!?” he exclaims, turning to find Chrissy smiling up at him in amusement.

“What?” he laughs. “Why are you looking at me?”

She snickers, leaning up and brushing her pointer finger under his eye, giving him a sudden flashback to the Middle School talent show. It’s kind of pathetic that she still makes his heart race and his palms sweaty. “You still have your eyeliner on.” she giggles.

“No way!” he smiles slowly, finding a security mirror to see that he indeed forgot to wash off his heavy stage makeup. “Oops... better go take care of that.”

Chrissy’s smile grows. “But I like it!”

“Oh, you do, do you?” he smirks crookedly, leaning down.

“Mmhmm.” she nods, meeting him half way with a quick kiss.

“Ew,” Maggie makes a gagging noise. “Don’t kiss him, Mom!”

“Ahem!” Ms. Foltz clears her throat loudly in the doorway of the auditorium, clapping her hands sharply. “Excuse me, little Miss Munsons, I need all my angels backstage immediately, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“Alright, break a leg up there, girls!” Eddie says, setting Maggie down and giving them both a quick squeeze before they scurry inside. Foltz gives him a disapproving up and down stare, nose slightly in the air, her pencil thin eyebrow raised high.

“Hey there, Peggy,” he shoots her a wink, wrapping an arm around Chrissy.

“...Edward.” she sighs tiredly.

“You sure you don’t need me up there?” he asks with a wolfish grin. “I’ve got my amp in my trunk, I can round up the boys, get this place really rocking, what do you say?”

She humphs audibly with a shake of her head. “I told you that I don’t appreciate that snark of yours, Mr. Munson.” she replies dismissively, following after the girls with a swing of her silk scarf.

“Watch out sweetheart,” Eddie cackles as they go to settle into their seats. “I think she has a little bit of a thing for me.”

Chrissy gives him a nudge with her elbow. “How was your show?” she asks.

“It was really great… up until Jimmy jumped out into the crowd.” he replies, nodding and smiling tightly at the other parents who are giving him the side eye.

“They didn’t bring him back?” Chrissy guesses as they sit down.

“They didn’t bring him back.” Eddie nods solemnly.

“He’s got to stop doing that.” she sighs.

“I told him he’s too pretty for that shit, one of these times he’s actually going to get kidnapped.” Eddie rolls his eyes as the lights begin to dim. “Gareth managed to fish him out.”

They quiet down as the curtain opens and about thirty little angels come shyly wandering out to serenade them with Christmas songs. It’s pretty damn adorable, Eddie has to admit.

They both get teary when Olivia steps up nervously on the little step and sings her solo line of Angels We Have Heard on High.

“Oh my God,” Eddie half whispers, half cries in amazement. “We made her!”

“I know!” Chrissy whispers back, placing a hand over chest.

Tiny Maggie spots him from where she is lined up with the other preschoolers on the stage and waves happily. He waves back, scrunching his nose at her. Her big blue eyes dart to where the shadowy figure of Ms. Foltz is standing backstage for a split second before she looks back at him mischievously, making a quick devil face.

Eddie’s mouth drops open with a shocked laugh as Chrissy gasps from beside him.

Pretty much everyone catches it and there is a muted snickering throughout the theater at seeing such a perfect little angel making such a devilish expression.

@hellcheerxmas

[oletus-manors-log]

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ As college kicks my ass, I'm rising back from the dead to say: happy birthday Sam (@paperbcy)! You'll get something nice from me that's actually really nice. I'm not going to make this lengthy as I'm busy with college still and my mind is a mess oops. Anyways, have fun as I descend to my insanity of college in the background."

Halo

Winter is here.

To Orpheus, the sight was not a question to him, nor was it an illusion. As he looked onwards to his window, all he could see was the falling snowflakes, the frost decorating and climbing up his window.

Oletus Manor never had snow before. During his stay, the only maps he's known to have snow was Leo's Memory, and even then... It was more of a hindrance than something to admire.

He could vaguely remember the blood staining the pure white landscape and shuddered. He forgets how hunters are mere... Beings, cursed to chase them as survivors in the death game. Worse, wield things that would leave them with phantom aches.

Alas, that was something he shouldn't remember.

Pushing himself up and from his seat, he walked out of his room. He needed a breath of fresh air, and maybe a trip outside of the manor will be enough. After all, going outside never hurts anyone.

And so, Orpheus ventured on.

As the footsteps echoed down, down, down... The novelist noticed that the residents aren't around. It was like the manor is empty, devoid of life.

Then, he hears it.

The giggling of two children as he saw himself running from one of the halls, being dragged by another child.

"Come on, Orphy! We don't get to go out often!"

"H- Hey, stop pulling! I can walk!"

"You'll take too long if you do that! Come ooooon!"

He couldn't tell if he was seeing an illusion, but after blinking a few times... He isn't. If anything, it felt more like he's walking down the manor that is more resemblance of his memories.

... Something that he's repressed for so long.

Quietly, the novelist followed the two children. They were weaving through halls and corridors, the blonde excitedly dragging his younger iteration through them like she knew the location herself.

It's no wonder she's able to go around the manor, Orpheus thought. She's a clever lady, but to think she used to live here...

Still, what he didn't expect was for the two children to get to the front door. When he had arrived, the door was locked and bolted shut, but in his sight, it was left ajar. Clearly, it was a ploy— a trap to think it was already opened.

Although he seems hesitant, he watched the two kids pushed the door wider, letting the sight of white engulf them as they both went outside.

Then, he could hear it.

The faint cries of joy as the children's voices grew faint, and he felt himself taking a step forward.

He knew that this was a mere memory, something that was tied to the effect of those drugs they were forced to take. However, he didn't want to break the illusion just yet.

His gloved fingers rest itself on the wooden door, his monocle glistening as the first few snowflakes touched his body. It felt... Real. Cold, yes, but real— unlike the maps and games he's endured.

With a gentle push, the novelist went out of the door, trudging on.

For a mere moment, he swore he felt someone hold his hand.

Warm.

He felt warm.

"Are you ready, Orpheus?"

And for once, the man looked up and on to the one leading him: the one tied to his memories.

"I'm ready, Alice."

He couldn't forget how warm her hands were, and how her halo shone just a bit brighter amidst the snow.

Just like when they were children.

© ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs-ᴍᴀɴᴏʀs-ʟᴏɢ | 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ✧ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ | ᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀs

[awfulawfulawfultimesthree]

Not really venting about Empty Space, but just thinking. I'm not dissing any, I'm not saying that any should listen to me, but I'm also allowed to put my thoughts out there and if it makes others uncomfortable/upset, then oops.

Anywho, I feel like in spite of there being space for pretty much anything and everything, there is....stagnation? Maybe I'm just not looking in the right bits, or those are hidden to me (maybe both? not sure) but it surprises me how little movement there feels sometimes.

Granted, to all who join I always say that ES as a concept can be as deep or as shallow as they want because it is a lot, it can be a whoooole lot. But then it also feels as if once a certain role is taken up, that's it. No other themes are explored, nor is there a want to. Maybe I'm just a capricious individual in a sense, but when I first entered the space, I was exploring EVERYTHING I could. Different aspects, different identities, different themes incorporated in the space because I wanted to LEARN, I wanted to experience, I wanted to see where I could possibly fit within this vast space. But as I delved more, it felt like I was fighting to try and find that space. Everything had to be put behind something so cryptic, sentence fragments I was just supposed to interpret, given a page of a book I had to try and interpret with absolutely no context and written upside down in a language I couldn't even begin to grasp because everyone wanted to hide the dictionary for SOME reason. And when I tried to talk to those about it so I could glean something, thoughts of any kind, I was met with radio silence unless it had to do with their specific concepts they were infatuated with. Or again, cryptic messages and vauge half statement, and when pressed further it would just cycle back to silence. Nothing that had to do with anything outside of their bubble.

And I say again, that is fine.

I am allowed to think "Yeah, you can stay in that if you want" while also simultaneously thinking "You're telling me you can just sit there and not want to explore, even the tiniest bit? Don't even want to peek your little head out a smidgen and at least see a different color of the sun rising?"

And then when I try to put down my interpretations because I had to come up with my own, they're shunned behind closed doors because they don't "fit in"

Fit into what, your view? Is yours the end all be all? If so, what is yours? Let me hear it, let me see why you don't like mine, let's talk about it!

But no. Nothing happens, nothing moves and nothing gets solved. And I sit here, feeling ostracized but no one tells me why, they don't tell me what I did wrong?

My halo is not your halo, your tools are not mine and nor are mine yours. How you experience Empty Space will probably never be anything like mine, and I say that's okay!

I'd like to hear about yours though.

[moth--knight]

hello can i PLEASE have a perspective flip for the end scene of sunday best in the car i require it for sustenance tysm kiss kiss kiss

I went a lil wild with it tbh. Oops! I love clueless Barbara, what can I say. Thank you so, so much for the prompt. Hope you enjoy ^_^

Melissa doesn’t look behind her as she rushes off, and Barbara can only give the unsettled teenagers a small smile before following her best friend across the parking lot. 

It is rare for her to follow behind Melissa. Which, she supposes, has its own sort of humor - Melissa was the hot-headed one between them, acting first and thinking later - and yet, when it came to Barbara, she was always a half step behind, channeling her boundless energy into a buzzing patience reserved exclusively for the kindergarten teacher’s benefit.

During Melissa’s first few weeks at Abbott, she had followed Barbara around relentlessly. She was young and charming and cared little for boundaries, the exact opposite of Barbara herself, only five years older but with self control others might call godly, in a manner half mocking half awe. Barbara couldn’t stand her. Melissa managed to always be behind her, with a thoughtful compliment or sly and clever witticism or some delicious baked treat, and always came off as casual, like she had just happened upon Barbara for the fourth time in the halls that day. Abbott wasn’t a particularly large school, but still. The likelihood? Utterly improbable. 

Every night she had gone home and complained to Gerald about this insufferable woman, who wore shirts cut a bit too low, pants a bit too tight, and smelled like cedar and lavender, and whose hair formed a blazing halo, impossible to ignore, this insufferable woman who had managed to gain the attention and adoration of her class overnight, who might even be a better teacher than Barbara herself, despite the lack of experience and overall respect for any sort of decorum. 

Melissa Schemmenti, who for some reason seemed obsessed with her, despite Barbara’s lackluster responses and polite deflections, and despite not really needing any of the guidance that Barbara was known for. No one bothered her unless they needed something, but what Melissa could possibly need from her was mystery.

Gerald, ever patient and sweet, had suggested sagely that perhaps the younger woman was just looking for a friend. New environment, and all that. 

“Why me?” Barbara had groused. 

“Why not you?” Gerald had replied serenely, hand over hers. “Give her a chance.”

And so Barbara had. 

But now, following behind Melissa, Barbara feels something sticky and sour lodge itself in her throat, because Melissa was upset in a way she’d never seen. 

Terrified, her mind supplies. Melissa had looked terrified, talking to those girls, and seeing such an emotion on her best friend’s face had shaken her to her core. Melissa Ann Schemmenti didn’t get scared. No, no, certainly not.

Or maybe, always half a step behind her, Barbara had never looked over her shoulder long enough to notice.

She unlocks the car as Melissa reaches her hand to pull the handle, perfect timing, and watches her slip into the passenger seat like she has for the past few months they’ve been coming to church together, red hair flicked over her shoulder, bright and beautiful against the dreary rain soaked landscape.

She slides in the driver’s side, buckling her seatbelt on autopilot, hands finding the wheel. 

Why was Melissa scared?

“I’m sorry.”

Barbara’s brow furrows, head snapping to Melissa. Her voice is small, like it had been after her divorce, like she was waiting for someone to raise their voice or hand to her. Barbara feels her heart crack in her chest. She doesn’t understand. She hates not understanding.

“Why?”

And then Melissa is rambling, about her niece, about her youth, and normally she’d intervene, redirect her (though she’d never admit it, the little displays between Zach and Jacob had felt eerily familiar) but there is something else there, something Melissa is saying but isn’t, skirting around the issue. Barbara feels utterly lost. Until she doesn’t.

“Yeah well, queers gotta stick together.”

Oh.

“I didn’t know you were a member of the LGBTQ+ community, Melissa.”

The words are stiff, uncomfortable in her mouth. 

Because they’re a lie, her mind whispers. You’re lying! 

“You don’t gotta be so formal about it, jeez.”

Melissa is queer. Of course. Of course. Barbara knew this, or suspected, at least - Melissa had never talked about it, but Barbara was observant, had noticed how her eyes lingered on the new art teacher in the early aughts, a woman with a streak of grey in the hair above her brow and a crooked smile, noticed the way women at PECSA would gravitate toward her the second Barbara would step away for another drink and the way Melissa would lean in, eyes flashing, tongue tracing the seam of her lips, like she was hungry - Barbara can’t say she didn’t know, because she did, she absolutely did, she just hadn’t thought about it, which is a different thing entirely.

Why hadn’t she thought about it?

“There are things you haven’t gotten a chance to experience yet, Babs. Things you can’t experience with me. I owe you that chance.” 

Gerald’s words, gentle as he slid the divorce papers across the table. 

“Gerald, what-”

“Talk to Melissa about it. She will understand.”

Barbara hadn't talked to Melissa about it, too ashamed, too confused. 

Melissa had smiled like she’d won the lottery when Barbara had greeted her today for church. But, then, Melissa always smiled at her like that, didn’t she? Like Barbara was the sun itself, something good and warm and perfect. 

Your work wife, Gerald used to tease her. You like her more than me, Babs.

Melissa, who was everything Barbara couldn’t allow herself to be, brash and loud and obnoxiously funny and aggressive and sweet and sexy-

She licks her lips, mouth dry. 

Oh. 

Oh.

And then it bubbles up from within her, uncontrollable, and she laughs and laughs and laughs, head pressed to the steering wheel. She’s an utter fool. Oh, Lord forgive her. 

“Barb-”

“I’m sorry,” she giggles, wiping away the tears of mirth in her eyes, “I’m not mocking you, sweetheart, I just realized - well.”

She has loved Melissa for a great many years. 

She knew for sure she loved Melissa back during their third year teaching together, when that huge snowstorm had knocked out half the power in Philly, including her own. Gerald, working nights, hadn’t been home to help, and Gina and Taylor, only 4 and 7, had been overtired and inconsolable. 

She doesn’t remember why she thought to call Melissa, but she had, and the woman had driven through the hellish storm with a portable heater in the back of her rusted old pickup and enough candles to give the Vatican a run for their money without question. She had even stopped and managed to score hot chocolate for Gina and Taylor from some late night gas station, probably the only one still open considering the weather, and then built the greatest pillow fort ever to be seen in the Howard’s living room. 

Barbara had fallen asleep in it with her girls cuddled close to her sides, under Melissa’s protective eye, and had awoken just the same. Had to make sure the heater didn’t bust, she had offered, eyes drooping with sleep, hair messily piled atop her head. There was an extra blanket draped over Barbara that hadn’t been there when she’d fallen asleep. She had stared and stared and stared at this wonder of a woman until the power had clicked back on, the cacophony of every electronic in the house springing to life waking Gina and Taylor, who immediately dragged a poor exhausted Melissa to the kitchen to make the breakfast. She’d made pancakes with smiley faces, and winked when she’d placed one in front of Barbara too.

She has also been in love with Melissa for a great many years, apparently. 

When she turns to look at Melissa, at the woman she loves - and good lord, how had she not realized sooner - she wants so badly to cradle her face in her palms, to smooth gentle thumbs across her soft cheeks, to trace the elegant bridge of her nose, to kiss away the crease in her forehead, to kiss her, properly, the way she had dreamed about once and written off as temporary insanity. 

For now, she settles with giving her a smile, all teeth and warmth and adoration.

“Thank you, for telling me.”

“It’s no biggie,” Melissa chokes out.

Barbara’s hand finds her knee, squeezes.

“It is to me, dear.”

FIN

[daxwritesstories]

College AU Part 22: Dirty Little Secret

Content warning: homophobic language

Scene 1: Dirty Little Secret

(Scene title by All-American Rejects)

INT. Library - Afternoon

Cyra, Celia, Vir, and Halo are sitting at a table together. They are each working on different homework. Cyra is obviously distracted. Everyone else is either writing or drawing, but Cyra is just staring blankly at her notebook, not even reading it.

Vir suddenly stops drawing and frowns at Cyra.

VIR: What's up with you, Cyra?

Cyra seems to snap out of a daze.

CYRA: Huh?

VIR: You've been really distracted the last couple weeks. I mean, first you bail on Halo and then you start missing classes. Now you're not even doing your homework.

CYRA: I'm just... stuck on this one part, okay? And I didn't "bail", I forgot. We've been over this. Right, Halo?

HALO: Yeah. She apologized and we got the best mark in our class. So no harm done. It's fine.

VIR: What about our lunch dates? You've missed, like, two of them in one week.

CYRA: I told you I was gonna miss those. Something came up.

VIR: What came up? You never even told me.

CYRA: Does it matter?

VIR: It matters to me.

Cyra looks sad to have let Vir down. She leans onto the table more, making steady eye contact with Vir.

CYRA: I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't miss those unless it was really important.

Vir looks unconvinced.

VIR: I'm not mad at you, Cyra. I just wanna know what's going on with you. You're acting weird and it's making me worry.

Cyra sighs and glances around at each of her friends.

CYRA: You guys are amazing friends. But you don't have to worry about me. Nothing's going on.

Celia sighs in annoyance and drops her pencil. She grabs Cyra's arm and rolls up her sleeve to show her tattoo.

CYRA: Hey!

VIR: What is that?

HALO: Is that a tattoo?!

CELIA: If you didn't want me to know about it, you shouldn't have insisted on showering together.

Celia smiles at Cyra playfully.

CYRA: But I can't give up washing your hair!

Cyra reaches over and ruffles Celia's hair. Celia giggles.

VIR: Why didn't you tell us about this?

Cyra shrugs and leans back in her chair.

CYRA: Okay, I got a tattoo the other week. So what? Do I have to tell y'all whenever I get a tattoo?

HALO: You've never gotten a tattoo before.

VIR: And it's obviously someone's initials.

CYRA: What? No it's not.

Cyra glances down at her tattoo.

VIR: Oh really? Then what does "A D" mean?

CYRA: It means "all this dick"!

Cyra dances a bit in her seat to add to the joke. All her friends laugh. Celia then reaches over and taps on the padlock on Cyra's collar.

CELIA: The lock on this has the same symbol on it. And a diamond in the front.

CYRA: Whoa! How did you–

CELIA: It was hanging above my face the entire time you were fucking me last night.

HALO: Oop!

Cyra's jaw drops and she looks taken aback. She then shakes it off and points at Celia.

CYRA: Are you my private investigator now or something?

Celia laughs.

CELIA: Here to investigate your privates.

Cyra bursts into laughter. A few students at other tables look at her. Vir steps in, even though she's laughing a bit too.

VIR: Okay, stop changing the subject. What do the symbols mean?

CYRA: They don't mean anything. They're just cool designs.

VIR: Does it have to do with Ace?

Cyra laughs.

CYRA: Ace? Come on. That guy doesn't even like me.

VIR: For someone who doesn't like you he sure invites you to his dorm a lot.

Cyra smiles and scoffs in disbelief.

CYRA: What is this? Interrogate Cyra day?

HALO: We just wanna know the deets. Are you dating him or not?

Cyra sighs.

CYRA: We're not dating. Ace has a boyfriend.

VIR: You mean the guy that you were both practically fucking at the Halloween party?

Cyra blushes and brings her hands up to her face, glancing around like she just remembered something.

CYRA: We are in a library.

CELIA: You're embarrassed?

HALO: Nothing embarrasses you.

CYRA: I'm not! I just don't wanna cause a scene.

HALO (sarcastically): Suuuure.

The girls all laugh.

Scene 2: Makes Me Wonder

(Scene title by Maroon 5)

INT. Jayce & Leon's dorm - Evening

Leon is lying in his bed with his legs and one arm under the covers. He has headphones in, holding up his phone with his other hand. He's breathing heavily and staring intently at whatever he's watching.

The door unlocks and Leon practically drops his phone, trying to turn it off. He rolls over to his side and groans in frustration, facing the wall.

Jayce walks into the room.

LEON: Come on, dude. You were supposed to be at Prince's dorm all night.

Jayce stops when he realizes what he just walked in on.

JAYCE: Oh... My bad. Sorry.

Jayce closes the door and starts walking to the bathroom.

LEON: This is the worst part about dorms.

JAYCE: What? Couldn't make it through November?

LEON: Shut up!

Leon rolls over to his other side and then sits up. Jayce starts laughing and turns on the bathroom light. He starts looking through the cabinet below the sink.

JAYCE: You need a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. I don't know which way you swing.

LEON: I swing both ways. Well, sort of.

Jayce leans back to give Leon a confused look.

JAYCE: "Sort of"?

LEON: I mean I like girls and I've only been with girls but I get, like, curious about guys a lot.

Jayce stands there with a thoughtful expression.

LEON: What?

JAYCE: Same... Well, I guess I have dated a trans guy. And I'm attracted to people who look like Prince and Prince isn't really a girl.

LEON: Huh.

The pair fall silent and Jayce goes back to looking through the cabinet. He pulls out a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

LEON: What's that like?

JAYCE: What's what like?

LEON: Sleeping with trans and, like, non-binary people?

JAYCE: Uh... You can ask Prince that.

LEON: I can't ask Prince that.

JAYCE: They won't care.

Leon sighs.

LEON: Okay, whatever. I'll just find out for myself.

Jayce laughs at the joke.

Scene 3: Science Fiction Double Feature

INT. Theater classroom - Noon

Cyra hurries into the classroom and sits down next to Connor.

CONNOR: What's the big time rush?

Cyra and Connor sing in unison to the tune of "Big Time Rush" by Big Time Rush.

CYRA & CONNOR (singing): Ah ah ah-ah!

They both laugh.

CYRA: I can't miss the musical announcement. I need to be the first to sign up for auditions.

CONNOR: I hope it's Kinky Boots. I would eat these hoes up as Lola.

Cyra leans down and starts looking through her bag on the floor.

CYRA: It's gonna be Rocky Horror.

Connor looks confused.

CONNOR: What? How do you know that?

CYRA: Because...

Cyra retrieves a script from her bag and sits back up.

CYRA: I had one of the music profs put in a "good word" for Rocky Horror.

Connor laughs.

CONNOR: You blew a teacher to get the musical you wanted?

Cyra scoffs and looks around to see if anyone heard. She speaks unnecessarily loud while looking around.

CYRA: I would never do something like that!

Once she's sure no one's eavesdropping, Cyra leans closer to Connor. She lowers her voice.

CYRA: You gotta learn how to use your inside voice.

Connor laughs.

CONNOR: Slut.

CYRA: Back at ya. Listen, I heard they were going back and forth between Rocky Horror and Grease and we can't let the straight people win. I had to do something.

CONNOR: You just want to see me play Rocky.

CYRA: Maybe.

Connor laughs.

CONNOR: So I'm assuming you already have a part in mind. Janet?

CYRA: Ew, no. No one would believe that anyway. Obviously I will be playing Columbia.

CONNOR: Columbia? Why?

CYRA: She has the sluttiest outfit of all the girls and she has a thick, motorcycle-driving boyfriend. Who wouldn't wanna be her?

CONNOR: Aaand you relate to the crazy girl.

CYRA: They're all crazy. But Columbia is the most relatable character for me.

Jamie walks into the room.

JAMIE: Good afternoon, everyone. I'm sure you're all anxious to hear which musical we're doing.

STUDENT 1: Tell us! Tell us!

JAMIE: I will in a minute. Settle down.

Connor leans closer to Cyra and whispers to her.

CONNOR (whispering): We'll see if your plan worked.

CYRA (whispering): I know it worked.

JAMIE: Everything alright, Cyra?

CYRA: Uh, yes! I'm just excited!

The prof gives her a confused look but then shakes his head.

JAMIE: Okay, I'll just tell you all now. The musical we will be doing is, drumroll please...

All the students dramatically pat their knees and chairs. The prof waits for them to stop before speaking again.

JAMIE: The Rocky Horror Picture Show!

Most of the students cheer in excitement. Connor smiles at Cyra.

JAMIE: Now, as you all know, this is an extracurricular production. It's the theater department's responsibility to organize and produce the show, but you don't have to actually be in it if you don't have time. I know that many of you are only minoring in theater, so prioritize your other classes first. If you don't feel like you'll have the time to be in the show, I suggest applying for a crew position. It will look great on resumes and won't be as demanding.

The prof takes a binder out of his bag and opens it. He produces a couple of sheets of paper.

JAMIE: Here are the sign-up sheets. Since you're all my students, you get to look at them first and sign up before I post them on the bulletin for the rest of the school. Once they are on the bulletin, it's fair game for anyone, so sign-up now while you have the chance.

Cyra suddenly stands up. She speaks loudly to get everyone's attention.

CYRA: Just so everyone knows, I will be playing Columbia. So don't even bother auditioning for that part.

JAMIE: That's not how this works, Cyra.

CYRA: Yeah, we'll see about that. I'll have my people contact your people.

JAMIE: What?

Student 1 excitedly gets out of her seat and hurries to the front.

STUDENT 1: Let's go! Let's go!

Cyra turns to Connor and smiles.

CYRA: Oh shit! Let's get signed-up.

CONNOR: You right.

Cyra and Connor both stand up.

Scene 4: Can't Stop

(Scene title by The Red Hot Chili Peppers)

INT. Band practice room - Afternoon

The intro to "Can't Stop" by Red Hot Chili Peppers plays. We see a close-up shot of the drums being played. It zooms out and we see that Celia is playing them.

We cut to Enzo strumming the bass, casually bopping to the beat.

When the guitar riff begins, we see Jayce playing it on his guitar. He seems like he's concentrating on it, hanging his head down to watch his fingers.

We see Cyra dancing around with a wired microphone in her hand.

CYRA (singing): Can't stop, addicted to the shindig

Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big

Choose not a life of imitation

Distant cousin to the reservation

Cyra doesn't move around a lot while she sings, concentrating on the lyrics instead. She steps side to side and back and forth to the beat.

CYRA (singing): Defunkt, the pistol that you pay for

This punk, the feeling that you stay for

In time I want to be your best friend

East side lovers living on the West End

INT. Hallway - Afternoon

Roman and Ace are walking down the hallway together.

ROMAN: I can hear her already.

ACE: Did she turn her mic up louder than the music or something?

ROMAN: Wouldn't surprise me.

INT. Band practice room - Afternoon

CYRA (singing): White heat is screaming in the jungle

Complete the motion if you stumble

Cyra does a little cha-cha motion when she sings "stumble". She's so caught up in the performance that she almost doesn't notice Ace and Roman walk in. She smiles when she sees them though.

CYRA (singing): Go ask the dust for any answers

Come back strong with fifty belly dancers

The world I love, the tears I drop

To be part of the wave, can't stop

Cyra stops dancing and bends her knees slightly, singing the next line directly to Ace.

CYRA (singing): Ever wonder if it's all for you?

Ace giggles and Cyra goes back to dancing.

CYRA (singing): The world I love, the trains I hop

To be part of the wave, can't stop

Come and tell me when it's time to

In a seemingly unanimous agreement, everyone stops playing their instruments before the next verse starts.

CYRA: What are you guys doing here?

Roman grabs a chair from the side of the room and spins it around before sitting on it backwards. He casually rests his hands on the back of the chair.

ROMAN: I heard you started another band so I came to see if you were any good.

Cyra gives him a confused look and glances at Ace.

CYRA: Is that... the only reason?

ROMAN: Well, I also came to see if you wanted to thank me for anything...?

CYRA: Oh! The musical! Right, thanks for helping me convince the theater prof.

ROMAN: No problem, Cyra. If you need help with anything else, you're welcome in my office any time.

Cyra looks like she's trying to hide her nervousness. She nods politely.

CYRA: Uh... right. Thanks.

Cyra holds her arm with her free hand, trying to comfort herself. She looks at Ace, who has just been standing behind Roman with his arms folded.

CYRA: I know you didn't just come here to watch me sing.

Ace snickers and flips his hair over his shoulder.

ACE: I need you to do something for me.

CYRA: Oh, sure! Um...

Cyra glances back at her band, who are all silently watching the conversation. Cyra anxiously plays with her hands when she looks at Ace again.

CYRA: I'm kinda... busy right now...

Ace raises an eyebrow, making Cyra tense her shoulders with anticipation. He then brushes a strand of his hair away from his face with this ring finger.

ACE: Well, I'm feeling patient today so... I'll wait.

Cyra breathes a sigh of relief. Ace leans to the side to look past her.

ACE: Hello, Celia.

CELIA (nervously): Hi...

ROMAN: Who are your friends, Cyra?

CYRA: Ah, right! I guess you haven't met them, since you were being antisocial at my party.

Cyra turns around and gestures to her bandmates.

CYRA: This is Enzo, Celia, and Jayce. Guys, this is Roman, he's a music prof, and this is Ace, he's... Ace.

Ace waves his fingers.

ACE: Hi~

ENZO: Hi. Um... no offense but, are you like a guy or a girl or...?

ACE: I'm whatever you want me to be.

That seems to excite Cyra. Her eyes widen and she grabs Roman's hand for support. Roman snickers at her.

Ace looks Cyra up and down.

ACE: Relax, sweetie.

Cyra quickly collects herself.

CYRA: Sorry.

JAYCE: We've met already, Ace.

Ace smiles at Jayce and tilts his head coyly.

ACE: You were at Cyra's party, right?

JAYCE: No before that. I guess you don't remember.

Ace pretends to think for a moment.

ACE: I've met a lot of people in my life, dear.

JAYCE: We walked into each other on the first day of school. You called me a faggot.

Cyra laughs and then immediately covers her mouth with her hand, stopping herself.

CYRA: You called my ex-boyfriend a faggot?

ACE: Oh my god! How many exes do you have?

ROMAN: I think that number might be higher than her IQ.

Celia immediately plays a rimshot. Cyra, Enzo, and Roman all start laughing. Ace smiles at Celia.

CYRA: Celia!

CELIA: Sorry! I always wanted to do that...

Ace giggles.

ACE: Well Jayce, I don't remember that, but I'm sorry anyway.

JAYCE: It's alright. I just thought maybe you'd remember me.

Ace shrugs.

ACE: Sorry, kid.

Jayce fiddles with his guitar, looking a little nervous.

CYRA: We should probably finish practicing.

ACE: Go ahead.

Ace grabs his own chair and sits down next to Roman, who smiles at him. Ace returns the gesture by licking his top lip.

Jayce strums his guitar and Cyra gets ready to sing. She glances at Ace thoughtfully.

Scene 5: This Means War

(Scene title by Marianas Trench)

INT. Cafeteria - Afternoon

Zayn is sitting at a table by himself, eating a burger. He's casually scrolling his phone as he eats.

Axel stomps up to Zayn's table.

AXEL: Are you Zayn Kosch?

Zayn looks surprised that Axel used his last name. He sets his phone down on the table and looks Axel up and down, trying to figure out who he is.

ZAYN: Yeah... And who are you?

AXEL: Doesn't matter. Are you dating Ace Diamond?

Axel speaks directly. He sounds upset and angry. Zayn blinks a couple of times, confused by Axel's attitude.

ZAYN: Do you just call everyone by their first and last name?

AXEL: Just answer the question.

ZAYN: Uh... Yeah. I am.

AXEL: You should break up with him. He's gonna hurt you.

Zayn squints at Axel, then his eyes widen as realizes who he's talking to.

ZAYN: Wait. You're Axel, aren't you?

AXEL: And so what if I am?

ZAYN: You're Phoenix's boyfriend. He was in our dorm the other night.

AXEL: I know. Ace attacked him.

ZAYN: That's because he tried to assault our friend.

AXEL: That's a lie. Ace beat up my boyfriend completely unprovoked. And he's gonna do the same to you if you don't stay away from him.

ZAYN: But I saw Phoenix attacking her.

AXEL: Shut up! You're lying!

ZAYN: I wouldn't lie about something like that.

AXEL: And Phoenix wouldn't do something like that! You and Ace are trying to destroy his reputation!

Zayn glances around as Axel yells, hoping that no one is looking. He keeps his voice low and calm.

ZAYN: Dude, you need to calm down.

AXEL: I'm not gonna calm down when you're dragging my boyfriend's name through the fucking mud! What Ace did to him was fucked up, regardless of what you think he was doing.

ZAYN: Listen, man. We caught him with his hand down her pants.

AXEL: Stop lying!

ZAYN: I'm not lying.

AXEL: Oh yeah? Well, I talked to the girl who you're saying he attacked. Cyra Drake, right? She said that nothing happened.

ZAYN: What?

AXEL: She told me that he never even touched her.

Zayn looks confused.

ZAYN: Why would she say that?

AXEL: Because you and Ace are lying. Ace is obviously manipulating you to back him up when he says shit like that. This is why I'm telling you to break up with him. He's bad news.

ZAYN: I'm not gonna break up with him.

AXEL: Well then you better watch your fucking back. Ace has lots of enemies and now Phoenix is one of them. So don't be surprised if you get caught in the crossfire.

Axel turned around and leaves just as quickly as he came.

ZAYN: Axel, wait!

Axel ignores Zayn, storming out of the cafeteria. Zayn sighs and looks down, worried.

ZAYN (whispering): What the fuck?

[rowavolo]

HUH??

pls elaborate I have an offering

that offering looks genuinely kind of evil but yknow what im feeling generous today . i shall elaborate

(content warning for mentions of illness, perhaps mild body horror too?)

under a cut because it got really long. oops.

Okay so along with my demon and angel lore, i also have different headcanons about how each species interacts with and takes in the world around them and how it may affect how they physically present.

in this case, demons, being inherently self-centered, sort of self-actualise in a way that means the way they see themselves (and the way the ones closest to them see them) may start to manifest physically (i imagine this would heavily effect how a demon's 'sin' is decided too. They can all cycle through different ones but there is one primary one that manifests more than the others and thats decided by what they pick up the most of during their formative years)

Both species do also take in the Vibes immediately around them to an extent (im sure ill have more to say on this at some point but its not a fully fleshed out idea yet) . it's also very affected by a sort of in-universe rule about how good vibes/emotions rise, and bad ones sink, and also just how their bodies process it. Think of angels like a sort of weak magnet but with a really high radius, think of demons like one with a strong pull but short range, if that makes sense? It also plays into how both species mature differently. (I do also feel like there is definitely a place for humans in this narrative, whether that be they are the Vibe Curators or they can passively pick up certain aspects of it or whatever)

angels are more sort of... theyre like Vibe Sponges. they just take in bits of everything. the reason the celestial realm is designed the way it is is so that each layer has full and open access to the sunlight, and the open air and all the celestial bodies, and all the good, strong vibes that those things bring along with them.

ANYWAYS where this becomes relevant in the angel narrative is that Rowan is the first fully fledged angel to ever take up residence in the Devildom. And, being a stronger Vibe Magnet (as i so eloquently put it) he's much more susceptible to the bad stuff that lingers in the devildom.

This, along with the fact that angels require sunlight to live (both because of the power it has as like The Celestial Body and the warmth and vitamins it provides) causes Ro to become sick.

like. really, really sick. like his feathers are withering and his halos are flickering out and hes coughing up black sludge and hey maybe this isnt such a normal thing anymore perhaps we should see someone about it.

In my canon, lucifer was the main archangel who would teach about this sort of stuff in the celestial realm. michael doesnt care to and simeon sort of figures its an instinctual knowledge or whatever (and combined with the fact that ro grew up in what is considered a very Rural level of the celestial realm) just means that it sort of goes undiscovered for a while.

anyways. who knows if i kill off my s/i . ill never tell. you just have to read the fic if i ever decide to drop it /hj

(btw if anyone steals my ideas/writing or feeds it to an ai bot or whatever im coming for your kneecaps /srs and neg)

[berisims]

i'm in awe with your spellcaster's lore, i'm so obsessed, are you planning on doing a story? Also what was your inspo to build them? Specially Morgyn

Thank you SO much!! Everytime I get an ask like this, my heart gets closer to exploding from joy because it's always people I look up to around here and I just rfhakhfs. I MEAN, YOUR VLAD (both Vlads actually what the heck)?? HELLO??

Yes, I'm actually writing a story as we speak! It's gonna take a while before I start posting, but I have a few scenes ready. I just haven't posted any yet because I haven't been working on them in chronological order, so the timeline is a little bit of a mess right now, oops.

As for my inspo to build my spellcasters and their lore...It was totally a random thing. I was cc shopping for fantasy stuff and came across this halo (the one that Morgyn wears, with the daggers) and thought "Bet this would look great on Morgyn". I then opened CAS, put it on them and thought it looked so freaking cool I had an epiphany. So I just started to play dress up for literal hours and eventually came up with those two main looks. Obviously, Simeon and L. Faba had to be completely remade to fit their fellow sage as well, so I blasted on some Rammstein (I feel like Sonne may have been what really triggered my creativity here) and after a few more hours of looking for cc I thought would fit the aesthetic I was going for while still preserving their essence, I completely remade them. The lore actually came afterwards! For example, when I chose to give Simeon a prosthetic hand, I hadn't exactly thought about how he'd have acquired it (or lost his original hand, for that matter). It was only after that I sat down and thought it deserved some backstory, so I got to work on it. Simeon was actually the first sage I wrote some lore for!

I also created 3 other spellcasters that I haven't shared much about, but they'll take a big part in the story I'm writing. At least in one of its chapters 👀

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

a while back on twitter i livetweeted my process with making my meta knight charm

im kinda going insane so i thought i would do the same thing here on tumblr for the new magolor charm im working on. its a lot of images so theres more + a Lot of general merch making commentary from me under the cut

despite being the easiest to make a concept of, with my very first concept sketch being the one i went with, this drawing has fought me every step of the way. the lor is self explanatory (damn you lor) but i had a lot of trouble with magolors proportions and shapes too. in the end i ended up going for something closer to the second sketch to be closer to magolors canon appearance

the lors oars ended up not being able to be as long as my initial concept sketch. i had them extend so high up for framing and to round out the shape of the charm a bit better. without them the charm ends up being really oddly shaped and unbalanced looking, so i added a vortex in the back to help round out the shape in the middle and on the right side. thats not the only reason i added the vortex though! in order to celebrate rtdldx coming out soon i wanted to make the back alt the new manager magolor outfit. because his hat extends into what would be a clear area on the front side (the gap between the lors window and the sail) i had to put something solid in that area if i wanted the alt side to work seamlessly

related to the physical specs, im planning on printing these on rainbow acrylic for the sole reason of i thought it would look really cool if i made the rainbow tech lines on the lor transparent on my artwork, so that the rainbow acrylics effect would shine through, instead of just painting the rainbow effect on the artwork itself. i went to a convention a few weeks ago and apparently rainbow acrylic and gradient colored acrylic charms are really popular right now, so i got a lot of inspiration from there

gonna be honest just drawing the lor alone has kinda burned me out LMAO. i was planning on making another new charm for this batch too initially, mostly considering marx since ofc those two go really well together as a pair but that design requires me drawing nova which No. second i was considering susie but that requires me not only drawing her mech, but doing it at a difficult perspective. and then theres taranza whos very difficult for me to draw in general and i still have not made any concepts ive liked for him so oops

it probably sounds kinda money grubbing of me to make Two magolor designs right as the rtdl remake is coming out, but hear me out first of all ya boys got deadlines to keep on (my manu has a discount that will expire at the end of this month) and i really wanted at least 2 new designs for this batch (plus i still need to draw up a new sticker design to make for freebies) so i wanted to make something a bit more simple, and if you know me, i fucking love elegant shit with frames and halos and that, so here we are. this will be a wooden pin based off this kirbtober drawing i did, which ive always loved. i had a very specific idea for this pin in mind but wood is apparently a finicky thing to work with by nature, so ill have to see if the specs allow. maybe itll be a colored acrylic pin instead?

might reblog this post in the future if id like to update with more progress. (i love that tumblr allows you to be wordy but Man i miss being able to have unobtrusive threads like twitter)

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas, Jade Harley

Act 5, page 3250-3253

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling gardenGnostic [GG] --

CG: ATTENTION HARLEY.

CG: PLEASE STOP WEEPING WITH AND OR BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR SELF PROTOTYPED LUSUSPRITE

CG: STOP DOING ONE OF THOSE THINGS AT LEAST

CG: LONG ENOUGH TO ANSWER ME.

CG: PLEASE.

CG: PRETTY POLITE EARTH PLEASE.

CG: WHO AM I KIDDING

CG: I'M WASTING MY TIME AGAIN

GG: karkat!!!!!

CG: WHOA FUCK

CG: YOU ANSWERED ME, I DONT BELIEVE IT

GG: yes

GG: im going crazy here

GG: i never thought id say this, but im actually almost relieved to talk to you

CG: WHAT

CG: YOU ARE

GG: or really ANYBODY besides that lunatic

GG: SHE IS DRIVING ME NUTS!!!!!!!

CG: OH YEAH?

CG: HOW SO, EVERYTHING HERE APPEARS TO BE PROCEEDING RATIONALLY.

CG: WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM

GG: are you joking??? look at this mess!

CG: MESS? JADE, NOW IT SOUNDS TO ME LIKE *YOU'RE* THE ONE WHO'S JOKING.

CG: YOUR HIVE BALL ROLLED DOWN A BEAUTIFUL WINTER HILL, AND YOU ARE SPENDING SOME QUALITY TIME WITH FAMILY.

CG: YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO FILL ME IN ON THE NATURE OF THE PROBLEM.

GG: okay...

GG: i made the mistake of prototyping my dream self who has been dead for years

GG: and shes completely crazy and theres no talking any sense into her

CG: HMM.

GG: hmm?

CG: YES. "HMM."

GG: hmm what

CG: HMM AS IN HMM INTERESTING.

CG: AS IN HMM HOW VERY, VERY FUCKING INTERESTING INDEED.

GG: :\

GG: what are you getting at???

CG: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT AM I GETTING AT.

CG: I'M GETTING AT WHATEVER HMM INTERESTING GETS AT.

CG: PLEASE GO ON, I'M LISTENING TO YOUR PROBLEM.

GG: well...

GG: i mean, i understand why she is upset

GG: but she is completely inconsolable, and wont listen to reason about anything!

GG: and i guess i could deal with that but...

GG: the frustrating thing is that shes actually me :(

GG: i really dont think i would act like that

CG: HMMMMM.

GG: will you stop saying hmm!!!!!!

CG: OK, FINE.

CG: WHAT OTHER SEQUENCE OF LETTERS WOULD YOU HAVE ME USE TO REGISTER MY PROFOUND FASCINATION.

GG: fascination?

GG: what do you find so fascinating?

CG: I'M JUST TRYING TO UNDERSTAND.

CG: I AM BEING SENSITIVE ABOUT IT INSTEAD OF A RAGING FUCKASS, ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WANT.

CG: YES, IT IS, IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME JUST ASK FUTURE YOU, ASSUMING THAT CONVERSATION DOESN'T MAKE YOU CRY AS WELL.

CG: NOW TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS.

GG: my feelings?

CG: YES, HOW DID THIS MAKE YOU FEEL.

GG: well...

GG: at first i was sad

GG: because she made me remember all the sad things that just happened

GG: but im trying to be strong about all that so we can keep moving forward

GG: and if i can then why cant she?

GG: but she just went on and on

GG: and i started getting angry...

GG: ugh i have never been so angry in my LIFE!!!

CG: HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

GG: I SAID STOP SAYING FUCKING HMM

CG: o:B

GG: what does THAT mean?????

GG: is that supposed to be someone with a halo and goofy teeth?

GG: ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME?

CG: NO, NO

CG: YOU'RE LOOKING AT IT BACKWARDS

CG: THOSE ARE MY HORNS

GG: oh

GG: haha oops

CG: OK SO IF I'M UNDERSTANDING YOU

CG: YOU'RE ANGRY AT A VERSION OF YOURSELF FROM A DIFFERENT POINT IN TIME

CG: BECAUSE SHE'S BEING AN OVERLY EMOTIONAL SHITHEAD WHO IS BASICALLY THE MOST REVOLTING SELF LOATHING PIECE OF FILTH YOU HAVE EVER MET

CG: AM I FOLLOWING

GG: yeah, pretty much

CG: I'M NOT GOING TO SAY HMM AGAIN

CG: BUT COME ON

CG: DON'T YOU FIND THE SITUATION TO BE JUST THE SLIGHTEST BIT INTERESTING?

CG: I MEAN, CONSIDERING

GG: considering what??

CG: IF I RECALL, IT WASN'T THAT LONG AGO FROM EITHER OF OUR PERSPECTIVES THAT YOU WERE RIPPING ON ME AND MY SMUG WINDBAG FUTURE SELF FOR ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER

GG: oh come on...

GG: this is NOTHING like that!

CG: HOW IS THIS NOT LIKE THAT

GG: because she's...

GG: well

GG: she's ACTUALLY INSANE

CG: OH I SEE, AND ALL THOSE IDIOT PAST AND FUTURE KARKATS WEREN'T???

GG: but

GG: those are you

GG: im not her!

CG: OH AREN'T YOU

CG: YOU JUST SAID YOU WERE, I JUST HEARD YOU SAY THAT

CG: SO TELL ME

CG: HOW IS THIS EVEN THE SLIGHTEST FUCKING BIT DIFFERENT?

GG: i dont know

GG: it just...

CG: YES, GO ON

CG: I'M REALLY CURIOUS

CG: HOW

GG: ...

GG: oh my god

GG: youre right :(

GG: so then i guess

GG: im a hypocrite :(

CG: NOT REALLY

CG: IT JUST MEANS YOU'RE A SANE RATIONAL PERSON, AND THERE JUST MIGHT BE HOPE FOR YOU YET

GG: wait...

GG: so me arguing with my dead dream self

GG: and smacking her around while screaming at her

GG: makes me SANE???

CG: YES, ABSOLUTELY.

CG: IT MEANS ALL OF YOUR HIDEOUS FLAWS DISGUST YOU.

CG: YOU ARE RIGHT TO BE DISGUSTED, IT'S MORE THAN MOST PEOPLE CAN SAY FOR THEMSELVES.

CG: REALLY, CONGRATULATIONS ARE IN ORDER.

GG: hahaha, wow

GG: you are so weird

CG: CONGRATULATIONS, IN ADDITION TO, JUST MAYBE, AN APOLOGY.

CG: DON'T YOU THINK?

GG: you want me to apologize?!

GG: for what, calling you crazy for arguing with yourself???

CG: WOULD IT REALLY KILL YOU TO CONSIDER IT?

GG: after taking so much crap from you for all those years?

GG: no forget it, im not apologizing that is BULLSHIT

CG: DEAD DREAM DOG JADE, IS THAT YOU??? YOU'RE SOUNDING A BIT HYSTERICAL, MAYBE YOU SHOULD CALM DOWN.

GG: shut uuuup!!!

CG: WELL IF YOU CAN MANAGE TO GET YOUR ANEURYSM UNDER CONTROL

CG: MAYBE YOU WILL REALIZE I DIDN'T ACTUALLY SPECIFY TO WHOM AN APOLOGY WAS IN ORDER.

CG: IDIOT.

GG: what

GG: are you saying you want to apologize

CG: I GUESS

CG: THIS APOLOGY WAS GOING TO GO DOWN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, SO THIS MIGHT AS WELL BE THE TIME.

CG: AND LET'S FACE IT, I WAS REALLY BEING THE WORST KIND OF PHLEGM BUBBLE BLOWN OUT A NOISY GLISTENING ASS.

CG: SO I'M SORRY.

CG: BUT TO BE FAIR, IT WAS MY PAST SELF WHO WAS GIVING YOU SUCH A HARD TIME, AND HE'S COMPLETELY DERANGED.

GG: ok, i appreciate the THOUGHT of an apology, but i dont know if it really counts if you are just going to pawn off responsibility on your "past self" again!

GG: maybe your "present self" should own up to it!

CG: YEAH THAT'S WHAT HE'S DOING.

CG: HE, BEING ME, RIGHT NOW, IS OWNING UP TO WHAT A FUCKING RETARD PAST ME WAS, AND CONTINUES TO BE.

GG: laaaaame

CG: YES, I KNOW IT'S LAME.

CG: OR I KNOW THAT YOU THINK IT'S LAME WHEN I SAY SHIT LIKE THAT.

CG: BECAUSE REMEMBER

CG: I HAVE BEEN TALKING TO YOU FROM THE FUTURE, AND I KNOW YOU DON'T COTTON TO MY PCG/FCG STUPIDITY.

CG: BUT SEE, YOU DON'T KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT YET.

CG: OR MORE SPECIFICALLY, YOU DON'T KNOW THAT I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT YET.

CG: SO I'M KIND OF PULLING A FAST ONE HERE.

GG: hahahaha, that is so ridiculous

GG: why dont you stop it with all this nonsense and own up to being terrible unequivocally?

CG: YEAH I'M GOING TO.

CG: THE THING IS, I KIND OF MISREPRESENTED MYSELF.

CG: I'M NOT AS MUCH OF A SCUMBAG AS I WAS SO DETERMINED TO MAKE OUT WITH MYSELF TO BE.

CG: FUCK I MEAN

CG: MAKE MYSELF OUT TO BE

GG: :o

CG: I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY I TROLLED YOU LIKE THAT SO PERSISTENTLY

CG: FOR SOME REASON DEEP DOWN I JUST KNEW THAT I HAD TO

CG: EVEN IF IT MEANT DIGGING MYSELF INTO A HUGE HOLE WITH YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT WOULD BE HARD TO CLIMB OUT OF

CG: AND LIKE PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING I SAID WAS COMPLETELY BASELESS BECAUSE I DIDN'T ACTUALLY KNOW YOU

CG: JUST LIKE YOU DIDN'T AND STILL DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW ME

CG: SO I GUESS I AM APOLOGIZING FOR IT, LIKE REALLY SERIOUSLY NOW.

CG: I, PRESENT KARKAT, IN THE CURRENT MOMENT, APOLOGIZE ON BEHALF OF MY STUPID PAST SELF, *WHO IS ACTUALLY ME*.

CG: THE GUY TALKING RIGHT NOW.

CG: LIKE, THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THOSE GUYS, OK?

GG: hmmmm...

CG: HMMMM???????

GG: yes, hm

CG: HM WHAT

GG: ok karkat, that sounds pretty sincere to me

GG: and youre right, i dont actually know you

GG: i just know the part of you who acted like a bully

GG: i understand there can be more to a person than just the stuff they say when theyre angry

GG: so i will accept your apology and give you another chance

CG: OK, GREAT.

GG: and i will apologize for calling you crazy

GG: obviously i am not in much position to judge :|

CG: NO BUT

CG: YOU WERE RIGHT, I AM CRAZY

CG: BUT THANKS ANYWAY

GG: so you say you have been talking to me from the future?

CG: YEAH

CG: MAKING PLANS AND WHATNOT

CG: TO PRY OURSELVES MUTUALLY OUT OF THIS MASSIVE MOBIUS DOUBLE CLUSTERFUCK.

GG: ok, so what is the plan?

GG: i mean, why did you want me to contact you at this moment so badly?

CG: OK WELL THE MOST IMMEDIATE POINT OF BUSINESS IS

CG: YOU SEE THAT GLOWING BLUE SCREEN BEHIND YOU?

GG: yes

CG: YOU NEED TO TURN THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT OFF.

GG: ok, i can do that

GG: but why, what does it do?

GG: its been here my whole life and i could never figure it out

CG: I'M NOT GOING TO SAY MUCH ABOUT IT.

CG: BUT SUFFICE TO SAY THERE ARE JUST SOME THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO SCREW WITH.

CG: THERE ARE OUTCOMES THAT ARE EVEN WORSE THAN THE COMPLETE ANNIHILATION OF EXISTENCE ITSELF

CG: FORCES MORE DAMAGING TO THE INTEGRITY OF REALITY THAN THOSE CAPABLE OF TURNING IMAGINATION INTO PURE VOID

CG: THEY ARE FORCES WHICH IF HANDLED RECKLESSLY WILL NULLIFY THE BASIC ABILITY OF INTELLIGENT BEINGS IN ALL REAL AND HYPOTHETICAL PLANES OF EXISTENCE TO GIVE A SHIT.

GG: i dont think im following...

CG: YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW

CG: ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS TURN THE THING OFF

CG: AND THEN DO THE NEXT THING I WAS TOLD TO TELL YOU TO DO.

GG: you were told?

GG: by who?

CG: BY YOU.

GG: oh...

GG: future me?

CG: YES.

CG: YOU COULD BE TELLING YOURSELF THIS RIGHT NOW, BUT WE'RE SORT OF WORKING ON A STRICT NO MEMO POLICY.

CG: WHICH IS YOUR IDEA OF COURSE.

CG: DID I MENTION HOW YOU DON'T LIKE IT WHEN WE ARGUE WITH OUR PAST/FUTURE SELVES? YES, PRETTY SURE I DID.

CG: SO I'M GOING ALONG WITH THE POLICY AS BEST I CAN.

CG: I AM BEING PLEASANT AND AGREEABLE, AND I WILL GENTLY LOWER A MAGNIFICENT, CORUSCATING COLUMN OF HOT FUCK YOU DOWN THE PROTEIN CHUTE OF ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE.

GG: uh... ok

GG: well it sounds like a pretty good policy to me!

CG: YOU DON'T SAY.

CG: SO ANYWAY, BECAUSE OF THAT, MY ROLE AT THE MOMENT IS TO ACT AS A SORT OF GO BETWEEN FOR YOU AND YOUR FUTURE SELF

CG: TO HELP ALONG THE PROCESS OF MAKING THESE PLANS

CG: WHILE YOUR FUTURE SELF IS DELIBERATELY VAGUE ABOUT SOME STUFF SO AS NOT TO "JINX" THE CONCEPTION OF THE IDEAS IN THE FIRST PLACE I GUESS?

CG: ALL WHILE YOUR CURRENT SELF IS NECESSARILY KIND OF DUMB ABOUT EVERYTHING.

GG: hey!!!

CG: SORRY, OK, JUST KIND OF IGNORANT

CG: BECAUSE STUFF HASN'T HAPPENED YET

CG: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

CG: IT'S NOT ALL THAT STRAIGHTFORWARD FOR ME EITHER, BUT I'M USED TO THIS SORT OF IDIOCY BY NOW.

CG: IT'S A LOT BETTER THAN THE MORONIC REVERSE CONVERSATION WITH EGBERT I TRAPPED MYSELF INTO.

CG: MEANWHILE TIME IS KIND OF RUNNING OUT HERE, WHERE I AM

CG: WE'RE COUNTING DOWN TO SOMETHING

CG: SOMETHING LOOMING ON THE TROLLIAN TIMELINE AND NO ONE KNOWS WHAT IT IS

CG: AND MY TEAM IS KIND OF FALLING APART

CG: I'M COMPLETELY LOSING TRACK OF EVERYONE AND WHAT THEY'RE DOING.

CG: SO AT THIS POINT I'M JUST GOING ALONG WITH WHATEVER THERE IS TO GO ALONG WITH.

CG: AND THAT IS YOU AND YOUR CRAZY FUTURE PLANS.

CG: AND THE SCRATCH.

GG: oh yeah! dave told me about that.

GG: what is it?

CG: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!

CG: AT ONE POINT I THOUGHT I DID, I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST WHATEVER SENT JACK HERE.

CG: BUT CLEARLY IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE.

CG: ARADIA KNEW BUT SHE DIDN'T SAY, AND THEN SHE WENT AND GODDAMN EXPLODED.

CG: YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ME EITHER, BECAUSE I'M NOT "SUPPOSED TO KNOW" YET.

CG: WHATEVER, I DON'T EVEN CARE, LET'S JUST DO IT.

GG: ok then...

GG: what was the thing i told you to tell me to do?

GG: right now, i mean

CG: OK, DON'T ASK ME WHY, BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THAT EITHER.

CG: BUT THAT BLUE SCREEN THERE

CG: FIRST, LIKE I SAID, SHUT IT OFF

GG: ok

GG: then what

CG: THEN YOU NEED TO DRAW IT.

GG: draw it?

CG: YES

GG: and then?

CG: THEN NOTHING

CG: THAT'S IT.