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kudosmyhero · 1 year

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The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #54: The Tentacles and the Trap!

Read Date: January 11, 2023 Cover Date: November 1967 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Romita ● Inker: Mike Esposito ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Sam Rosen ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● picking right up from where we left off with Dr. Octavius answering an ad at Aunt May's house. since they've met before--and because May is a terrible judge of character--they're moving right along with the deal ● Aunt May: Didn't I hear something… about you being wanted… by the police? || Otto: Oh, heavens no, madam! That was just a mistake! ● ^that was in regards to the nullifier in the previous issue ● I really love panels with high-contrast lighting

● Spidey gives up searching for Doc Ock and heads home. he looks exhausted, really ● picks up the phone to call Aunt May ● (random thought: are boarding houses still a thing?) ● we don't see any of Peter/May's phone convo ● May's tv is showing electrical interference ● the next morning we see Harry calling to Peter offering breakfast ● Peter is startled because he's in the middle of mixing web fluid, and his Spider-Man costume is just hanging on the back of his closet door ● Peter comes out of his room finally, but by then Harry is in a pissy mood ● Peter heads to the Bugle to try to get a lead on Doc Ock ● he meets Joe Robertson for the first time ● no news on Ock, so Peter goes to the Coffee Bean (I guess Silver Spoon is old news in terms of hip hangouts) ● Gwen and M.J. competing for Peter's attention ● buuuut Peter remembers Aunt May has a new boarder and he wants to go see if everything's ok (what was even the point of coming to the Coffee Bean?) ● Peter gets to Aunt May's (Mrs. Watson is out of town), and his Spidey sense starts going off ● Aunt May and Otto Octavius are sipping tea while Peter just about shits himself in shock ● Aunt May tries to calm Peter down. Octavius offers to speak to him alone ● we don't often see extreme emotion on Peter's face; in his most high-strung situations, his expressions are hidden behind his mask, so it's kinda cool to see panels like these

● Peter lurks outside of May's house for hours until it's dark enough to become Spider-Man ● Spider-Man shines his light through the window of Ock's room, which shocks Ock because he thought he was dead. (you're a scientist, Dr. Octavius. You made an assumption without evidence. Shame on you.) ● Spidey wants to lure him out of his aunt's house, but Ock reaches out to his former crew when he was the Master Planner ● boy, they arrived fast ● Spidey is holding back because he doesn't want to attract Aunt May's attention ● gas attack! ● (why didn't they lead with that?) ● (ah, that's why. it's short-acting. took Spidey down for maybe 10 seconds) ● one of the neighbors called the cops ● Aunt May goes outside to see what all the fuss is about, which means Ock is in the house alone; Spidey makes his move ● Aunt May comes back and… well… see for yourself:

● Spider-Man stays with Aunt May while Doc Ock makes his escape ● Anna Watson is gonna be livid when she sees the state of her house… ● wow, Spider-Man unmasks to try to show Aunt May she has nothing to fear, but she's still limp in his arms ● he calls the doctor and changes into civvies while he waits ● "Do you know what caused the shock?" I dunno, Doc, but that giant hole in the wall might have something to do with it… ● Peter is pissed ● 👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Believing that Spider-Man is dead, Dr. Octopus decides to lay low for a while. Coincidentally enough, he ends up taking up residence at May Parker's home in the room she put up for rent. Setting up shop there, Octopus gets in touch with his men and gets them to organize once more. While at Peter's apartment he shares with Harry Osborn, tensions between Peter and Harry increase. After a quick trip to sell pictures of Dr. Octopus to Jameson, Peter visits Mary Jane and Gwen Stacy where both compete for a date with Parker, when Peter remembers he should check on his Aunt May to make sure everything is okay with the new boarder. When he arrives at his old home, he is shocked to find the boarder in question is his long time foe.

Peter tries to warn Aunt May about how dangerous Octopus is, however Aunt May won't hear it, and when left alone with Octavius, the doctor warns Peter that his aunts life depends on him keeping his mouth shut. Of course, Octopus doesn't know that Parker is his old foe, and when Spider-Man arrives later that night to battle him, Octopus is shocked to see that his enemy survived their last battle.

The Doctor's men arrive and there is a battle on the front lawn of the Parker house. When Aunt May is roused by the battle, she sees Octopus battling Spider-Man. When Octopus tells May that Spider-Man was trying to rob her home, she faints. Rushing to May's aid, Spider-Man is unable to stop Dr. Octopus from getting away. Changing back to his identity of Peter Parker, Peter calls for an ambulance and vows that he will get his revenge against Dr. Octopus.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_54)

Fan Art: Doc Ock by MattDeMino

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 54

● Let's Read Spider-Man - episode 33

#marvel #my marvel read #spider-man #podcast - let's read spider-man #podcast - swinging through spider-man #fan art #doctor octopus #comics #comic books #podcast recommendation #marvel comics

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🔥 🔥 (Caradoc to Ray & Lam, he says it's a bro crush and that they're both real handsome and he ain't afraid to admit that, I'm crying, I'm sorry he's so ridiculous WIUEDHUDH pls feel free to skip any I've sent IEWUHDUEH)

@theimpalpable you know who's the real bro? it's gotta be caradoc collins-

"Whoa, really? Thanks dude! I think you're a real looker too- let me know if you ever need a WINGMAN, I'll hype you up so hard, you'll have everyone looking at you!"

"Be serious- geez, what if you said that to someone else? They'll get the wrong idea-" But actually he's secretly very happy to be considered HANDSOME....even if it is just by one of his friends.

#theimpalpable #theimpalpable ( ft. caradoc )#that would truly be wonderful ( answered. )#( answered: raphael. )#( answered: lamon. )#ALEX PLS DOC PLS #HAVE A MENTIONED HOW MUCH I ADORE U BOTH??#DOC HAS NO SHAME WE?? STAN!!!#hype ur friends up!! THAT'S WHAT REAL BROS DO FOR THEIR BROS!! no need for competition JFKSLDJFLSDKJ #but also doc don't say that to ray...what if he gets a swell head JFKLSDJFLSDKJ #jk he won't!! but now he's gonna hype doc up....u know bros just being bros JFKSLDJFL #and as for lam #he's still got insecurities so even if he is a bit prickly here....it means a lot to him to get that from doc <3 #BUT THANKS FOR SENDING THIS IN ALEX <#YOU ARE ALWAYS MORE THAN WELCOME IN MY INBOX :DDD #adore you lots and pls have a wonderful day as well alex <3

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halfemptygirlrps-archive · 4 years

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Polyamory CAN work (long post)

As a black, queer woman who could very well be poly, I am always looking for content to feed my soul and have for a few years now. I know I grumble about white/het couples a lot which makes me sound some kind of way but I ship a ton of white couples, that isn’t the problem. It’s the way representation is stepped on these days with toxic white couples being seen as true love that upsets me. And this is coming from a chick that lowkey ships Reylo.

I don’t understand and never will why writers in 2020 think that the only demographic there is are the people who can’t handle seeing anything but a white male and a white female be together. Interracial relationships CAN and DO work and f/f or m/m relationships or any race CAN work, so guess what, so can relationships involving three or more people and while difficult, it can work, even if the people are different races.

My annoyance also stems from Poly woman really getting shat on when writers hit a wall. Very few times have I seen it work out and that’s so stupid to me because she shouldnt’ have to choose.

I start with Wynonna Earp, a CLEARLY Poly woman with a strong sexual appetite that never gets shamed. She loved both Dolls and Doc and though Shamier left the show effectively forcing her to Doc, they still made it clear that she was poly and capable of having feelings for more than one man when they brought in Charlie. He was patient and sweet and while all three men wanted Wynonna to themselves, they NEVER gave her an ultimatum and even while PREGNANT WITH ANOTHER MAN’S BABY Dolls still loved her and held her in bed. I believe that had Shamier (Dolls) not left that they would have went on waiting for her to choose but also letting her know that she didn’t have to.

Then there’s my first real Poly stan, Bo Dennis from Lost Girl. Unapologetically bisexual and poly, Bo was in control at all times, both of her relationships and her sexuality. While she needed sex to feed like a vampire needs blood,she also enjoyed it and didn’t view it as a curse or burden and her partners were alwasy consenting, which was amazing. Lauren never shamed Bo (in fact she praised her sexuality and wished she could keep up) for liking men (thus not being toxic to bi women, which is an issue in the community I wont get into) and Dyson, Bo’s male lover never pressured her to submit to him. Here she is pictured with Tamsin, Dyson and Lauren, all her lovers, at once.

If all three of them can be respectful and understanding while each of them were with Bo alone, not a quad, then why do they make it seem so hard to have three people love each other? And yes, I know that couples break up, but on Tv they just dont need to when it’s what a show is based on.

I could go on about Bo all day but I will move on to one of my favorite movies: Prof. Marsden and the Wonder Women.

Now real or not this story had everything. It showed how slowly and steadily they grew to love each other, the highs and lows and the shame of the community that made them all stronger together. Was there jealousy at times, yeas, but they addressed it and learned that they didnt’ need to be and that they could all be together happily and that it could be easy to be in love with more than one person. Sure, it was the 40s but in this day and age it’s nothing to hide, and if they could have a happily ever after back then, why couldn’t it happen now?

Could it be because of race? Without kidding ourselves, we know that every fandom is capable of being toxic and that it’s just fact that the black girl is often hated. I call it the Iris West treatment, where the clear canon couple is hated and the black girl is trashed for the white option. I quit Supergirl after Season 2 but I hear that Jimmy’s sister is getting said treatment now from a friend that still watches and I am not surprised. You can’t force an actor to stay on a show and I get that having their ship destroyed build animosity, but I really can’t help but feel like had the other girl been white it wouldn’t have been such a huge issue. A Stefan vs Damon issue none the less, but still, less so. I say that because I have seen actual people defend Mon El in that fandom but saying “what’s wrong with owning slaves?” NUff said.

Another reason I bring up why it could be race is because of You, Me, Her.

I really enjoy this show and will be sad to see it and and while I recommend it, there are flaws, but none of these flaws seems to be that the three of them can’t work past it and get back together.

Emma and Jack are married, Izzy comes in and shakes up their world and they both fall ass over elbows in love with her and her with them. They go through the usual things:jealousy, favoritism, hiding their relationship then coming out, but they always work through it. When Jack leaves to date an ex, he comes back. When Emma leaves to date and ex, she comes back. When Jack and Emma think about moving away and Izzy doesn’t want to, they come back. When Izzy has a thing with a co-worker, she still chooses Jack and Emma because they know they all need and love each other. They even have babies together! Izzy sees the sonogram and her heart stops. She realizes that she is going to be their actual mom and they all get married and even look into tri custody because they know they are a family and that it’s not an odd man out type of thing. They try it with other people and with just one another but they know where they’re hearts belong. It works. Does it work because they’re all white? NOPE

Sense8 was a brilliant show. Here everyone was represented and it was such a shame they killed it. Still, they showed us that sexuality can be fluid and that a fandom can be supportive. Raj and Kala married in spite Kala loving someone else. They never made her choose and in the end, they accepted that she was poly and wanted both and guess what? The two guys even fell for each other! Here is a white, bisexual male with his Indian partners. India isn’t the greatest with being gay so for Raj this must have been stranger and scary but they both made him feel safe and comfortable, loved and supported and in the end it was canon that they were all going to be together and learn as they go. Like with You, Me, Her, the fandom is supportive of this and while we didn’t get much of Rajalagang, it is clear that they can work regardless of skin color, religion, and even long distance.

So then why not Polymarine? It was clear it tested well with the audience, haters aside, so what made them feel like they couldn’t carry on? Sure, people fall out of love, but in the show, they just didnt’ need to. Before Ryn Ben and Maddie were together without issue for almost a year. It was made clear every time that he was in love with her, that they had chemistry and that he was attracted to her, so how do they justify saying that this:

Wasn’t real and meant nothing? That this

Wasn’t the same?

If other relationships can survive and thrive then what is it that was so hard, so difficult for the writers that they remove the credit that they themselves paved the way for and throw it aside for something that has been done literally thousands of times? Why throw away what made you unique to fall in line? Why does a show about mermaids have to have this be the “realistic” thing?

#polyamory #polymarine #long post #maddie bishop #ben pownall #ryn fisher #ryn #siren #siren freeform #poly representation

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years

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to all the leverage fans out there, I thought I’d throw out some recommendations of other shows that y’all might like

this is completely centered around the lgbt aspects of leverage (how none of the characters are straight, how there is a canon ot3, etc), because I know other people have recommended white collar and stuff but I haven’t personally seen that and I’m just a humble lgbt wanting to share more gay shows with y’all

1. wynonna earp (my sideblog is @angelicearps)

just renewed for a fourth season after two years (this feeling is very familiar to leverage fans)

the first episode of season four aired last night and IM SCREAMING the writers served us a five course meal

the main love story includes waverly earp, a CANON (officially as of 4.01) bisexual girl falling in love with nicole haught, a lesbian cop-turned-sheriff (that’s a slight spoiler, so sorry about that) and both of them are main characters

wynonna earp, another main character, has a complicated relationship with two different men and is not slut shamed for it and is never put down about it

I’m serious- the healthiest and most stable relationship in the show is between waverly and nicole, so wlw nation rise

wynonna and waverly are descendants of the great gunslinger (and demon killer) wyatt earp, who ended up getting a curse on his future generations. the story of the show is centered around wynonna being the chosen heir having to fight demons and try to break the curse for good

doc holiday is another main character- yes, that doc holiday. he’s one of wynonna’s love interests and he has such a pure and loving relationship with waverly. he’d literally die for her and move heaven and hell to make sure she’s safe (that’s literally canon)

jeremy comes in around season two if I remember correctly. canon gay. gets in a relationship with another canon gay character whose name I am blanking on. they are very loving and very pure

literally, in 4.01, when armed military men are breaking into the earp homestead and he doesn’t know what to do, he literally says: “gays only?” lol they didn’t respect that answer

the show has so many good quips and one-liners. so many hilarious lines. it can be an angsty show at times but they definitely balance it out with humor and wlw softness between waverly and nicole

wynonna has a baby in season two and literally calls herself a milf

it also made fans faint because they have been calling nicole “daddy” for like six years and nicole was referred to as daddy three (3) times in 4.01

this show is NOT AFRAID to say things like gay, lesbian, etc. at one point someone tweeted at emily andreas (the writer) asking her to amp up the gay energy and she responded that she would

literally, emily andreas is on the same level as john rogers with trustability and dedication to fans

emily andreas heard of the bury your gays trope and did us one better: unkillible gays trope. the gays are unkillable.

2. motherland: fort salem (my sideblog is @fortsalem)

(HELL YEAH I WAS ONE OF THE FIRST IN THE FANDOM AND I GOT THE HANDS DOWN B E S T URL)

au where during the salem witch trials a witches named sarah alder made an agreement with the government that witches would serve for the us army in exchange for not being systematically hunted down and killed

THIS IS NOT MILITARY PROPAGANDA. sorry, I just had to make this point early on because it’s not even though it might seem like it in the beginning. literally by the end of the season you see it’s very corrupt

since this is an alternate history of the united states, in this universe there are no heteronorms. literally, there’s literally no words for lesbian and bisexual that they use because it’s so normalized and common and accepted that there’s no need for terms like that

the main love story is of star-crossed raelle and scylla. raelle comes from a poor family and is a talented healer, and (this isn’t technically a spoiler because you find out in episode one) scylla is a member of the spree

the spree is a terrorist organization of witches that protests the compliance witches are forced into by having to join the military or die/be imprisoned

scylla is supposed to turn raelle to the “dark side” but falls so deeply in love with her that she can’t do it (THATS TRUE LOVE FOLKS)

the students at fort salem (the military school) are divided into groups of three: the main group being focused on is composed of raelle, tally, and abigail

tally craven is a pure-hearted baby and I’d die for her. she is very idealistic about fighting in the military (but don’t worry that’s fixed by the end of the season)

abigail bell weather comes from a high military family and is kinda really stuck up about it, but she’s humbled a lot by the end of the season. this girl has LAYERS (they all do, but abigail goes through a lot and goes from very stuck up and stuck up the military’s ass to questioning everything she knows)

the trio starts off rocky, especially between raelle and abigail, because raelle blames abigail’s mother for her mother’s death (her mother’s unit was led by abigail’s mother)

the beltane episode literally hits you in the face with how there are literally no heteronorms whatsoever. they do this sacred dance where by the end they will end up with the people they are destined to spend the celebration with (“trust the dance”). raelle makes friends with a gay guy and they spend the celebration making fun of the sex noises around them and become gay friends for life. abigail has sex with two (2) guys who kiss each other. a group of four girls went off together. a group of two girls and a guy went off together. and sex isn’t shamed. at all. in fact, it’s respected as a part of life. and y’all, literally this representation was OFF THE CHARTS

the witch’s most powerful tool is their voice,,, think about that for a minute

it’s an all girls school so there are like no guys whatsoever minus the beltane episode and a couple others

EMPOWERED WOMEN (of all ages and ethnicities too)

3. siren (my sideblog is @polymarinelove)

imma start off by saying that season three doesn’t exist. don’t watch season three. don’t do it. the disappointment is real

ANYWAYS

the central love story is between an interracial couple (a white guy and his black girlfriend that has a native american stepfather) that turns into a loving polyamorous relationship

maddie, the girlfriend, is amazing and incredibly smart and the first two seasons (and the beginning of the third) accentuate that and they never downplay her because she’s a black woman like many shows and movies do. she’s a smart stem woman and we stan her so hard. she’s also bisexual.

ben, the guy, comes from a rich family that are basically the hotshots of the town and own the fishing company that the community works for. his dad is hella untrustable. ben doesn’t trust him and neither should you. he is kindhearted and smart and respectful, and at one point teaches a merman about consent after being kissed by him (and he didn’t even #nohomo it which was AMAZING)

now to the mermaids

mermaids are apex predators. they are very dangerous. they are very strong. they’re also wickedly smart, canon smarter than humans

the story begins when donna, ryn’s sister, is captured by a fishing boat and carted off to a military facility. ryn comes to land to try to find and save her. (she literally choses her name because she sees a character on a kid’s tv show saying “I am ryn” which is also the first thing in english that she can say)

she ends up being helped by ben and maddie and legit is like these humans are hot imma learn english for them

there’s a lot of really cool and thought out lore as well as TONS of thoughtful marine biology science that makes sense

oh and transforming from mermaid to human? painful as FUCK. realistic depictions of having your body literally transform into something else

humans are wrecking the oceans and that’s a heavy theme of the show

oil rigs are poisoning the water (making them infertile) and killing mermaids with their sonic drilling

so ben and maddie lowkey commit an act of ecoterrorism but it’s chill

“ben and maddie are love” they’re poly, bitches

they come together in a natural, organic way

very healthy and communicative

ben’s alright but ryn and maddie are amazing

don’t watch season three if you don’t want to be majorly disappointed. the writers listened to the homophobic trolls on instagram and broke up the polyamorous relationship and I’ll NEVER forgive them for that. seasons one and two are amazing though. just don’t watch the third one.

#leverage ot3 #leverage #reccommendations #my recs #siren #siren freeform #motherland fort salem #fort salem #wynonna earp #mine

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mandaloriandragontrainer · 4 years

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Sprinkle Ache

A little drabble requested by my sister! Originally written on the notes section of my phone.

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“I told you not to eat those industrial-grade sprinkles anymore. It literally says ‘not for human consumption’ on the back.”

“Twas but a wee bellyache, dear brother!” Mabel Pines replied in a fancy voice like the people used in those black-and-white movies Grunkle Stan liked to watch when he thought everyone was asleep. “I’m feeling much better now!”

“Too bad we can’t say the same for the bathroom,” Dipper shuddered as he settled onto his bed, leafing through the new Sibling Brothers book. “You just had to use the one in the shop, huh?”

“It was so romantic of Soos to clean it up for Melody,” Mabel swooned as she fitted her favorite purple socks onto her feet. “He really is a better boss than Stan.”

“Yeah. Romantic. Anyway, you should probably get some sleep so it doesn’t come back. And no jumping on the bed.”

“Ugh, okay, Mom,” Mabel groaned, flopping back on her pillow. “Waddles and I will just binge watch ‘Real Housewives of Nome, Alaska.’”

As if on cue, Waddles came pounding up the stairs, shaking the entire house on his way up.

“Mabel, that pig is 400 pounds. You need to quit bringing him upstairs before he breaks the floor. The Shack is not exactly structurally sound.”

“Shhhhh...” Mabel chided, covering Waddles’ ears. “We do not body-shame in this attic!”

Dipper rolled his eyes and put on headphones to drown out the drama of Mabel’s reality TV before rolling over with his book. He must have fallen asleep somewhere in chapter 17, because the next thing he knew Waddles’ cold snout was pressed to his back.

“Ah!” He shot upright. “Waddles, what are you—“

In the moonlight filtering in through the window slats, he could see Mabel curled up in a painful ball, teeth grit. He quickly flicked on the lamplight and pulled off his headphones.

“Mabel, are you okay?”

She only moaned in response. Dipper hopped out of bed and rushed to her side. “Mabel, come on, what’s going on?”

“I think the sprinkles are back for revenge,” she whispered, clutching her stomach. Dipper could see beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

“Okay, um, let me get—“

“Oh no!” Mabel grabbed the empty pillowcase she used as a sleeping bag for her stuffed animals and threw up in it. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Sparklenose, I’ll get you a new one.”

“Okay, uh, does it hurt when I do this?” Dipper gently pressed on her abdomen, evoking a yelp of pain.

“Oh yeah. Definitely hurts. Don’t do that again.”

“I think you need to go to the hospital.”

“No, no hospital,” Mabel hunched over and flopped on her side. “I-I’ll be fine.”

“You feel kinda hot. I think this is more than a stomachache. I’m gonna go wake up Stan and Ford.”

“No, they're so old, they need 15 hours of sleep or they’ll die!”

“They’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.” Dipper padded down the stairs and rapped on the door to Ford’s room, which he now shared with Stan since Soos had taken over the former Mr. Mystery’s bedroom.

“Come in, I’m still up,” Ford replied.

Dipper peered in, spotting Ford reclining on his bed, nose buried in the latest edition of his favorite scientific journal. “Uh, Grunkle Ford? I think Mabel needs to go the hospital. Her stomachache’s back, and I think she’s got a fever.”

“Really?” Ford asked in concern, setting aside his reading. “Does it hurt to the touch?”

“Yeah. She seems worse than before. Do you think it’s serious?”

“I definitely think we should get her checked out.” He stood up and went to his brother’s bed on the other side of the room, where Stan was sprawled out snoring. “Stanley, wake up.”

“Uggggh, for the last time Sixer, I ain’t goin jogging at 4 AM.”

“It’s half past midnight, Stan, and this is about Mabel.”

“What?” Stan lifted his head. “She all right?”

“We need to take her to the emergency room. Dipper says her abdominal pain is back, and it seems to have gotten worse.”

In an instant, Stan was out of bed and pulling a shirt over his ratty tank-top. “Ford, go start the car. I’ll bring her down.”

Dipper followed his grunkle up the stairs. It was amazing how fast the arthritic old man could move when his beloved great-niece needed help.

Mabel was still writhing on the bed, nightgown soaked with sweat. Dipper glanced away from the floor, which was splotched with evidence his sister had gotten sick several more times since he’d ran downstairs.

“Oh, pumpkin,” Stan brushed Mabel’s hair out of her eyes. “Your belly not treating you very well right now, huh?”

“I don’t needta go to the hospital, Grunkle Stan,” she mumbled, clutching her stuffed pink manatee.

“There’s nothing to be scared over, sweetie,” Stan assured. “Dipper and Ford and me’ll be right there with you the whole time, okay?” He carefully gathered her in his arms like a sleeping baby. “Hold down the fort while we’re out, okay, pig?”

Dipper quickly stuffed an extra change of clothes for Mabel and some of her art supplies in his backpack, just in case she had to stay the night. He ram ahead of Stan and hopped in the backseat of the car.

“No ya don’t,” Stan lifted him out by the collar of his shirt and plunked him the passenger seat seat, squeezing himself into the back, refusing to set Mabel down. “I need the extra leg room.”

The hospital was only a 10 minute drive from the Shack. Dipper hoped the doctors here were a bit more competent than the other citizens of Gravity Falls.

There were no other patients in the waiting room, which was lucky, since Stan would’ve broken their knees if they tried to go in front of Mabel. A nurse led them back right away.

“Looks like you do have a little fever, honey,” she patted Mabel’s head sympathetically. “The doctor will be right back.”

“Please tell him to hurry. We’ll pay extra!”

“That’s not necessary, Stan,” Ford elbowed his brother.

“All right then,” the doctor (whom Dipper recognized as apparently the only one in Gravity Falls—which didn’t exactly fill him with confidence) pulled back the curtain. “Let’s have a look at Miss Mabel here.”

“It’s just a little bout of sprinkle tummy, no big deal,” Mabel bit her lip, pink manatee in a death grip. She winced as the doctor pressed on her belly.

“Take it easy there, doc!” Stan exclaimed, Ford once again elbowing him.

“I’m worried it might be appendicitis,” Ford suggested.

“Hmmm, that’s certainly a possibility.” The doctor pulled over the bedside ultrasound machine, applying the cool gel to her abdomen.

“That’s cold,” she whispered, glancing nervously at the monitor.

“I can confirm it is indeed appendicitis. And it appears the appendix has already ruptured.”

“That-that means she needs surgery, doesn’t it?” Dipper asked worriedly.

“I’m afraid so, son. Immediately.”

“No! I-I don’t want surgery,” Mabel turned to look at her family. “Grunkle Stan, don’t let him!”

“There, there, sweetie,” Stan ruffled her hair. “Doc, isn’t there any other way.”

“I’m afraid not, sir. Unless we remove the ruptured tissue and start a course of antibiotics right away, there’s a very good chance your niece will become septic.”

“Septic...” Stan looked to Ford, who nodded grimly.

“We’ll phone her parents for permission. A nurse will be in right away to prep her for surgery.” The doctor exited, leaving Mabel on the verge of hysterics.

“Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford, I don’t wanna have surgery!” Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, Mabel, it’s not that big a deal,” Dipper assured, taking her hand. “Remember when I had my tonsils out? I got to stay home and eat ice cream and everyone brought me gifts. You’ll get lots of presents. It won’t be that bad, you’ll see.”

Mabel choked. “But I don’t wanna be cut open! I don’t want them to put me to sleep!”

“There’s nothing to fear, Mabel,” Ford put a hand on her shoulder. Stan could instantly tell he was about to make the situation worse. “To put it in simple terms, the anesthetic will turn off the the portion of you brain responsible for consciousness. You’ll be completely unaware of everything happening, including the passage of time. It will seem as if no time has gone by at all. In fact, anesthesia has been likened to more of a ‘controlled death’ than sleep, because—“

“Death!?” Mabel’s already pale skin whitened even further.

“In a way. They will place a tube down your throat to provide oxygen since you likely cease breathing and—“

“OKAY, I think that’s enough of that, Sixer!” Stan clamped a hand over his brother’s mouth. “Don’t listen to him, sweetie. I had my wisdom teeth taken out when I was 16, so I have first hand experience. None of that dying junk. Why, I dreamed I was sliding down rainbows the entire time!”

“Rainbows?”

“Of course! And uh, there was a magical, uh, stingray-puppy-horse with me. All polka-dotted. Best dream ever..”

Mabel looked doubtful, but she had stopped crying. Stan decided to take that as a win. He knelt down beside the bed and gently ruffled her hair. “Just don’t be scared, okay? You’ve handled a lot more than a little old surgery. It’ll be over before you even know what’s happened, and I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart. Now you and Mrs. Manatee be good for the nurse, okay, pumpkin?”

“Okay,” Mabel agreed, keeping her arms locked around the stuffed animal. Dipper crawled up onto the bed and gave his sister a hug.

“When you get home, I’ll let you put makeup on me. But no pictures and I get to wash it off right away. Deal?”

“One picture?”

“Stop pushing your luck,” Dipper gave her a gentle shove.

“Okay. No pictures. The picture in my mind will be plenty.”

“Good thing you curb-stomped the memory gun or else I would totally wipe it from your brain.”

“Honey?” The nurse poked her head through the curtain. “We’re gonna take you back now. But we’ll let you talk to your parents before you go to sleep.”

Mabel glanced over at her uncles. “Will you walk back with me?”

“As far as we can, little one,” Ford smiled.

Another nurse came in and folded down the bed railing. Stan and Ford stood on either side of the bed as the nurses rolled Mabel out of the room, holding her hands. Dipper remained perched at the foot.

“Here’s your stop, little man,” one of the nurses said as they reached a pair of doors marking “PERSONNEL ONLY.” He lifted Dipper off the bed.

“You’re gonna do great, pumpkin,” Stan leaned down and gave Mabel a kiss on the head. “We’ll be right there when you wake up.”

Mabel gave her grunkles and brothers a final hug before a nurse handed her a cell phone so she could talk to her mom and dad. She looked back and gave a final wave as the doors closed, chattering into the phone. Evidently the pain drip was doing its job.

The moment the doors shut, Dipper turned his face into Ford, his little shoulders shuddering.

“Dipper, what’s the matter, boy?” Ford kneeled down.

“I just-what if-I’m afraid...” Dipper’s brown eyes filled with tears as dropped his face into Ford’s shoulder, so the hospital staff wouldn’t see him cry.

“Hey... look at me Dipper.” The kid didn’t respond, keeping himself buried in Ford’s sweater. “Mason... look at me,” he repeated, a little more softly.

Dipper lifted his head and swiped at his eyes. “I’m just scared that-that she won’t be all right.”

“Mabel will just fine. You did the right thing, coming to get us. We got her here just in time. You might’ve saved you sister’s life.”

Dipper smiled weakly and sniffed. “Yeah... yeah, you’re right.”

The family headed to the waiting room to settle in. “We should hear back before too long,” Ford said. “Appendectomies usually don’t take much more than an hour.”

Exhausted by the night, Dipper soon dozed off, slumped against Ford’s arm. Stan paced the room, claiming it was to prevent his legs from cramping. Soos and Melody arrived about half an hour later, having driven to the 24/7 supermarket the next town over to pick up as many fuzzy blankets, stuffed animals, balloons, and get-well-soon cards as their arms could carry.

“I couldn’t decide if she’d like the pink, purple, yellow, or blue teddy bear best, so I got them all,” Soos rationalized.

A little over an hour later, the doctor returned. “How is she?” Stan asked, worried out of his mind despite Ford’s constant reassurances.

“I can confirm the surgery was a success. She’s been moved to recovery, and you can be there when she wakes up.”

Mabel’s eyes were just beginning to flutter open when her family entered the recovery room. Dipper moved Mrs. Manatee so the toy was tucked under his sister’s arm.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” Stan squeezed his niece’s hand. “How you feelin?”

“Sore,” she spoke after a moment. “I-I don’t remember any rainbows.” She gazed off at the corner. “Is that giraffe for me?”

“She should be more lucid in a short while,” the nurse promised.

Dipper laughed. “Naw. That’s just Mabel.”

“We got some feel-better presents for you, girl-dude,” Soos covered her with an assortment of blankets while Melody lined the bed with stuffed animals, a balloon tied to each one.

“Thanks, Soos,” Mabel managed a grin. “Look, new friends, Mrs. Manatee!”

“Mom and Dad are driving up from home,” Dipper told her. “They should be here by tonight. And I texted Candy and Grenda. Once it’s morning they’ll be by with some Post-Preteen magazines.”

Mabel wrapped her arms around as many stuffed animals as she could hold. “Dipper?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for making me come. I know I could’ve gotten super sick if I didn’t.” She handed him one of her new stuffed animals, a seahorse. “Here. The boys have the babies. You love weird stuff like that.”

Dipper chuckled. “Thanks, sprinkle queen.”

“Ugh,” Mabel stuck out her tongue. “I don’t think I’m ever eating sprinkles again.”

“You know that’s not what caused your appendix to explode, right?”

“Doesn’t matter... I’ve never seen such colorful throwu—“

Dipper put out his hand. “TMI.”

“All right, all right,” Stan scooped Dipper off the bed. “Let your sister get some rest.”

“Can’t he stay, Grunkle Stan?” Mabel asked from underneath her mountain of stuffed animals and blankets. “I won’t be able to get better if he’s not here.”

“Only if you promise to rest and not yammer with each other.”

“We will.”

Stan tucked the sheets around Mabel. “No more gettin sick, okay, pumpkin?”

“Promise.”

Stan settled in next to his brother, keeping watch over their niece and nephew, who soon fell asleep on the hospital bed. “Honestly, Sixer... I don’t know what I’d do without those kids.”

Ford smiled softly. “I don’t either, Stanley.”

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Be My Princess Social // Yakov Chernenkov, Season 1, Episode 1

// The Great Prince of the Country of Ice

o wats this, self-indulgent crap?? haha the joke is that all the translations i post are self-indulgent crap, thank you for coming to the press conference

This is going to be part of a translation of the Yakov Chernenkov route for the Be My Princess Social Platforms (GREE, Joshige, Eternal Kiss, etc.)

I figured this should be… relatively all right given that it seems like Voltage is done with BMP Social games forever in terms having English versions. tbh kinda surprised no one ever took the task of doing it. publicly at least? i searched a bit, found nothing. if someone already did it pls tell me lol …..but i guess something like this is a stan’s job to do, right (ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

idk, we’ll see how this goes… only did 1 ep as a test run to see if i feel like doing this rn lol this is lengthy endeavor

Image-heavy!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)

Intro & Legend

This route is similar to Zain’s in that they wipe just about everything from the Paid version (the one with Sergei and the Anastasia backstory…lol that was wild thinking abt it) and start anew with the character. But Yakov is different from all the other BMP1 characters in that they also changed his personality almost completely. This is reflected in his profile when they change his blood type and age from the Paid version (B → O, 25 → 31)

If you’re familiar with the Social Zain route, you can kinda see through his bits how they changed him. A BMP fansite master describes him as “high-handed, but charismatic - a person with the character of a king” which sums it up better than anything I could ever think up

So I guess it would be a good idea to not carry over expectations from the Paid app route to this route because that’s just a recipe for disappointment lol. i know a lot of people like the Yakov from the Paid route, so I wanted to put that out there. It’s a shame bc that character is effectively “gone” but… the yakov i stan is the social one, so if that had to happen so my 2d man could come into existence…well…

thank u for ur sacrifice

➤ are my own commentary.

➢ are the choices that pop up. For the most part I have both (iirc I don’t have one near the end bc I forgot I was trying to pick the wrong ones on purpose lol). Note that all my wrong answers are from the original version’s text and thus they may have been changed for EK. Correct answers are labeled with ❆

➼ at the end of a line signals that the choice text has “ended” and it returns back to the general text. The general text resumes on the line that begins with a ➼. This is mostly just for organization on my part - the docs I type+format these on get very, very annoying to scroll through, so

Bolded dialogue reflect the screencaps.

I hope you enjoy some part of it! ( ´◡` ) Thanks for reading

Episode 1 // The Great Prince of the Country of Ice

➤ Interestingly, the original title they used for GREE and Joshige is The Cold, Rational Prince of Sanct Sybil Kingdom. I dunno why they would change it except maybe it was too long for the title card to look pretty lol

When I opened the door at the sound of the chime, there stood a man wearing a gentle smile on his face. Taking note of my presence, he places his hand to his breast and gracefully bows.

[Zain]: “You must be Miss Kara Go. I am Zain, the personal steward of Nobel Michel Castle.” [Zain]: “As promised, I have come to pick you up.” [Kara]: “Y-Yes. I am indeed Kara Go.” [Kara]: “To go out of your way to come here - thank you so much.” (Am I really… not just dreaming here?) Pulling a letter out from my pocket, I recall the events over the past few days that had led up to today.

I had torn the seal of a blank-white envelope that had no written return address, and my eyes widened in shock. “I want you to become an exclusive designer.” In the enclosed message - along with a bit of contact information, the end of the letter had been signed by Nobel the XIII, the lord of Nobel Michel Castle. (This must be some sort of mistake… A-Anyhow, I should try to verify it.) Thinking that, I call the contact number on the letter…

But, indeed - the letter was not a mistake, and they spoke to me about wanting to have a proper consultation about the position. I was told that Lord Nobel wanted some time to talk in-person with me, and eventually the promised day where I felt that my dreams were coming over the horizon… finally came. (Even when it’s finally here, in front of me of like this, I still can’t believe it…) [Zain]: “Thus, His Grace awaits. Let us depart.” [Kara]: “O-Okay…” With a spring to my step, I get onto the limousine with Zain.

(It would’ve never crossed my mind that I’d be going to Nobel Michel Castle for a second time.) (And on top of that, I’ve been called here in terms of being a designer of all things…) I was pretty nervous the time I had come here for Jean Pierre’s errand, but now I’m even more nervous compared to that day. I felt my heart noisily thumping as I waited for Lord Nobel, and eventually the parlor door opened.

[Zain]: “My Lady, we must deeply apologize.” [Zain]: “His Grace’s conference is going longer than expected, so it seems you will have to wait a few moments longer.” [Kara]: “I see…” [Zain]: “Since you took your most valued time to come here― Would you like to take a look around the castle gardens until the conference is over?” [Kara]: “Castle gardens… you say?” [Zain]: “Indeed. Several varieties of the rare flowers we raise are currently in bloom– so if it pleases you, I can guide you around.” (You don’t get the chance to tour the Nobel Castle gardens everyday.) [Kara]: “Then, if you may.” [Zain]: “Very well. Shall we go now?” With Zain as my guide, I get to visit the castle gardens.

[Kara]: “Wow… it’s absolutely stunning.” [Zain]: “Thank you. Everyone who visits these gardens tend to voice similar sentiments about it.” The courtyard stretched over a vast space, and it was a feast for the eyes even with a simple glance. (In a way, it’s as if I’ve been sucked into a fairy tale.) As Zain explained the parts and features within it, I was completely enamored by the beautiful garden― When an teenage boy clad in a butler’s uniform comes running to us from the castle.

[???]: “Zain! So this is where you were.” [Zain]: “…Theo, you are before a guest.” [Zain]: “I must apologize, My Lady.” [Zain]: “This is Theo, who is training in this castle as an apprentice steward.” The boy called Theo – at being scolded by Zain, straightened his posture accordingly.

➤ i can’t believe bmp2 stans denied us from having the wacky family sitcom a theo route would have smh my head bro

[Theo]: “…I am Theo.” [Kara]: “I’m Kara. Nice to meet you, Theo.” [Theo]: “M-Mhm…” Theo, whose face still held remnants of childlike youth, averted his eyes shyly. Then Zain, who had witnessed all of this, lightly presses the boy in a gentle tone. [Zain]: “Theo, did you have any matters to discuss with me?” [Theo]: “Ah-, right! I was sent by His Grace to relay this message to you.” [Theo]: “He urgently wants your input on something, so you gotta come to the conference room.” [Zain]: “His Grace does?” [Zain]: “But, right now…” His eyebrows knit together, as if troubled. With a smile I turn to him. [Kara]: “I’ll be all right by myself. Though while I wait, may I take a look around the garden?” [Zain]: “Yes, of course.” [Zain]: “I apologize for being unable to guide you around myself for now– but if you could meet with me afterwards…” [Zain]: “Can you wait just a moment?” [Kara]: “All right.” Sounding apologetic in his words, he then goes with Theo towards the castle. (Being the exclusive butler to Lord Nobel must be quite the busy job…) I thought about that as I took a stroll around the calm gardens, sunlight beaming… When―

[Man]: “Please, at least, once more– Please consider thinking about it…!” The cries of a man at his wits’ end cut through the silence of the courtyard. (Is something going on…?) Looking in the direction of the voice, I find three men standing from the other side of the building. The shouting from earlier seems to have come from a man who looked slightly older from other two, and said man also seemed to be desperately calling for something. [Man]: “…The state of the administration right now still is unstable.” [Man]: “If we act too carelessly, the balance of the three nations could collapse once more!” [???]: “…I have long past made a decision.” The words that had answered the aggravated man were bound to a terribly icy voice. As this man stood with his back facing me, I was unable to see his face; but from pitch alone he seemed to be a young man. With his long, platinum-blond hair having been pleated into a single braid, he silently rebuffs the rage of the older one.

[???]: “Even if you did indeed manage to chase me all the way here― Decisions are not something to turn back from.” [???]: “That is all that need be said, so I shall leave first.” [Man]: “…Yakov–Sir, why are you this impatient?!” [Man]: “It can't be that you don’t realize that now is a crucial time for the country, is it…?!” In pure exasperation, the older man grabs onto the man called Yakov. But in doing so, a man in a butler’s uniform that had stood across from him swiftly yanks the man off.

[Butler]: “What are you thinking in that head of yours, grabbing onto someone of his (Yakov’s) status?” [Butler]: “Even if you get imprisoned for disrespecting the state, this is an inexcusable situation you’ve found yourself in.”

➤ so the term he uses is specifically for lèse-majesté, which is the fancy term for insulting the ruling sovereign, monarchy, ruling state, etc. etc. but i didn’t want to just throw in that term bc i felt like it’s not… very common? idk i feel like the bmp mc wouldn’t know what that is granted i guess you could do the galaxy brain take and be like “she doesn’t know what that term is and that’s why she couldn’t piece together that yakov is royalty”

[Man]: “Urgh…!” The older man was then pinned to the ground, and as his arms were confined behind his back, he groans in pain. The moment I see the expression on his face, a cry spills out from my lips.

[Kara]: “Ah…!” [Yakov]: “…!” Hearing my voice, the platinum-blond man whips his head around.

His eyes, peeking out from behind his long bangs and deep blue like the sea, then sharply leveled at me. [Yakov]: “…What is your business?” [Kara]: “Uh…”

(What should I answer with?) Menacingly asked to speak, I…

➢ I’m unable to say anything. ➢ “He’s in pain.” ❆

➢ I’m unable to say anything. (This person… has an awfully intimidating air to him.) Unable to say anything particularly impactful, I only turn my eyes to the man held to the ground. ➼

➢ “He’s in pain.” [Kara]: “I don’t know what’s going on here, but you’ve gone too far… He’s in pain.” [Yuri]: “Of course. It’s only natural for it to hurt when you’re bound down like this.” The man in the butler’s uniform answers me with a smile plastered on his face. (What the-… He’s smiling, but it’s honestly quite frightening-) [Kara]: “B-But… if you end up injuring him, that’d be terrible, no…?!” While paralyzed with fear, I managed to raise my voice at him. ➼

➼ With that, the platinum-blond man shifts his eyes to the man in the butler’s uniform. [Yakov]: “―Yuri, release him.” [Yuri]: “…” At his words, the one called Yuri immediately relinquishes his hold.

➤ Yuri’s name might actually be Urey, as one of Ivan’s Birthday Event routes note how Ivan’s wolf Urey and butler Yuri have the same name (by coincidence). But the JPN version always spells it as Yuri so I’m just used to it. Not that you should really be taking the app’s romanization as official though given they have stuff like “Lewis” (Louis), “Jean” (Jan), and the occasional “Robert” for Roberto ( ´_ゝ｀)

As the older man staggers back up from the ground, the blond man speaks to the two of them. [Yakov]: “Do not start trouble in the castle grounds of other kingdoms.” [Yakov]: “ ―Regarding what happened here today, I shall overlook it this time. Good?” [Yuri]: “Understood.” [Man]: “…My sincere apologies.” As the two men lower their heads, the man called Yakov then directs his piercing gaze towards me.

[Yakov]: “Forget what you just saw and heard here. Not a word to anyone.” With only those words to me, he leaves with the other two following behind him. (That “Yakov” person, and “Yuri” too… what terrifying people.) Alone in the garden, I was completely petrified to the spot from the overwhelming pressure those men had left me with.

[Theo]: “―Miss Kara, here is where His Grace’s been hanging o– awaiting your presence, rather.” Afterwards, Lord Nobel’s conference had ended and Theo had come to take me to him. While heading to the parlor where His Grace was waiting, Theo’s innocent self causes a smile to crack my features. [Kara]: “Just ‘Kara’ is fine, Theo. On that note, you don’t have to speak so formally with me.” [Theo]: “Uh- But…” [Kara]: “I’ll be more at ease and less nervous that way.” [Kara]: “Besides, I’m in a similar situation as you.” [Theo]: “‘Similar’?” [Kara]: “I’m only a rookie designer.” [Kara]: “So like how you’re an apprentice butler, it’s kind of a similar position.” [Theo]: “Gotcha…” At my explanation, Theo, apparently happy about some part of it, breaks into a smile. [Theo]: “…I get you. Then- When we’re together like this, I’ll be sure to do it.” [Theo]: “Since only super-distinguished people ever come to this castle, I get pretty stressed out.” [Kara]: “Hehe, I’m feeling the same too. Just entering this castle makes me anxious.”

[Theo]: “Right?! Lord Nobel and Zain treat me really well so it’s all right for now, but…” Theo wore a smile that was quite fitting for a young boy like himself. Calmed by his pure sincerity, I enter the reception room.

[Theo]: “…Your Grace, I have brought Miss Kara Go.” [Nobel]: “Thank you for your hard work.” [Nobel]: “Kara, sorry for making you have to wait on me when I was the one who called you up here.” Lord Nobel wears a merry smile on his face as he kindly welcomes me. I bow my head down in gratitude. [Kara]: “I am, indeed, Kara Go.” [Kara]: “Thank you for inviting me to such a meeting.” [Nobel]: “You don’t have to greet me so formally,” [Nobel]: “as the truth still stands that I was the one who summoned you today. I just wanted to talk with ya about something.” [Nobel]: “―So, Kara, do you know of the country of Sanct Sybil?” [Kara]: “Yes. I’m only knowledgeable with news and info that’s been reported to the public, but…”

Sanctis, Sybil, Versurk― Those three countries had united into one, and the resulting nation is apparently called “Sanct Sybil” from what I’ve heard. With this as my sole knowledge of the country, Lord Nobel speeds up the conversation.

[Nobel]: “Then I’ll cut to the chase.” [Nobel]: “The truth is that Sanct Sybil is planning to join the Nobel Michel Alliance.” [Nobel]: “As they’re still a new nation, they’re searching for talent both inside and outside the country.” [Nobel]: “In pursuit of capable individuals, the prince of Sanct Sybil has come to me for some guidance, so…” Cutting his own words short, a smile then markedly graces his features.

[Nobel]: “Kara, you are to be the exclusive designer of Sanct Sybil Castle.” [Nobel]: “I thought that I’d like to go see you work there.” [Kara]: “Uh-…” (I’m… going to be the exclusive designer… for a royal castle?!)

[Nobel]: “Besides yourself, I’ve been in talks with other talented folks in all sorts of industries.” [Nobel]: “It’s only the designer position that’s yet to be decided.” [Nobel]: “I personally wanted to recommend you, but… what do you think?” [Kara]: “Um… I’m truly grateful to be able to have this conversation with you, but…” [Kara]: “Since I’m still new to this, I don’t have any achievements to show for anything.” [Kara]: “Knowing that, why did you call on me for this…?” I can’t hide my own utter confusion from his sudden invitation. Voicing my bewildered thoughts with that question, the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile.

[Nobel]: “I learned about you through a list I asked from Jean Pierre.” Lord Nobel, upon consulting with the prince of Sanct Sybil, requested Jean Pierre to produce a list of designers with promising futures. (Jean Pierre himself put me on that list…) [Nobel]: “Certainly, you don’t have any prior accolades… but within the multitude of applicants, I saw your design sketches,” [Nobel]: “and I was considerably charmed by them.” [Nobel]: “I grew delighted just from simply looking at that design.” [Nobel]: “And for that reason I wish to bring you to Sanct Sybil, a nation newly born into this world.” [Nobel]: “I think that a person full of zeal like yourself is necessary for such a place.” [Kara]: “Your Grace…” [Nobel]: “By all means, please consider it for me.” (I’m simply unworthy to be having this sort of discussion…)

At Lord Nobel’s invitation, I…

➢ “Give me some time.” ❆ ➢ “If it is all right with the other party…”

➢ "Give me some time.” Having heard all of this from Lord Nobel so far, the feeling of wanting to give it a shot comes to me. (But…) [Kara]: “…Could you give me a bit of time to think about it?” [Nobel]: ”Of course. You should go ponder it a great deal before coming to a decision.” ➼

➢ “If it is all right with the other party…” [Kara]: “If it is all right with the other party, I feel that I would like to accept this offer.” [Kara]: “However…” There’s an uneasy feeling in my heart about it, and my words drift off. Then Lord Nobel, as if he understood my thoughts nods his head once. [Nobel]: “It’s all right if you don’t rush yourself to a decision.” ➼

➼ [Nobel]: “Can you give Zain an answer a few days from now?” [Kara]: “Understood.” Putting my answer on hold for a moment, I depart Nobel Castle.

(The chance to be the exclusive designer for a royal castle won’t ever come by me again, but…) (While Jean Pierre is having a hard time, I can’t just leave him like this.) Turning down the offer to be dropped off at my apartment, I head towards the office of Jean Pierre.

[Jean Pierre]: “Oh my, is that ma petite?” [Kara]: “Pierre!” Not expecting to meet him like this, I’m surprised to see him here. As if he had sensed something about me, he smiles.

[Jean Pierre]: “…With a face like that, looks like you got something to talk about, hmm?” [Jean Pierre]: “Instead of standing around outside to chat, please just come on in.”

Pierre unlocks the door to his office and I come inside. [Jean Pierre]: “You somehow came all the way here… Could it be that you had talked with Lord Nobel?” [Kara]: “…Yes.” [Kara]: “I received an invitation to work as the exclusive designer of Sanct Sybil Castle.” [Kara]: “But for someone like me, who has no experience nor achievements, to take up such a grand job is…” [Kara]: “I don’t really have the confidence that I can do something like that.” [Kara]: “And on top of that, I want to be further taught by you…”

[Jean Pierre]: “What are you saying?! Is this not a good thing? This is your big chance!” He looks at me with a serious expression. [Jean Pierre]: “In that list I submitted to Lord Nobel, there were also designers that had prior achievements.” [Jean Pierre]: “Despite that, I was convinced that you would be the one to be chosen.” [Kara]: “Why… is that?” [Jean Pierre]: “From your designs, I feel this power to them.” [Jean Pierre]: “There are some parts that are rough around the edges, but there’s this energy, one that can completely transform people, hidden within!” [Jean Pierre]: “Lord Nobel definitely sensed that too, I bet.” [Kara]: “Ah…” (Thinking about it, Lord Nobel did say something along those lines…) (He said that the designs- from simply looking at them, he grew delighted…)

[Jean Pierre]: “Please believe in yourself.” [Jean Pierre]: “I, as well as His Grace, would never recommend someone who we’d feel couldn’t do the job.” [Jean Pierre]: “I believe in your potential, ma petite.” [Kara]: “Pierre…” Even though he himself is in a difficult position, he’s so firmly supporting me in this. With my heart overwhelmed with such emotion that I couldn’t speak, Jean Pierre smiles. [Jean Pierre]: “I’m also going to use this moment as a source of encouragement for myself, as I plan to work hard as a designer once more.” [Jean Pierre]: “One day, no doubt in my mind― the offices of Jean Pierre will be restored!” [Jean Pierre]: “And that’s why, ma petite… without worrying about these offices, please just go and try what you want to try.” [Kara]: “…Thank you!” (I can’t let this chance from Jean Pierre and Lord Nobel just pass me by.) Urged on by Jean Pierre, a smile appears on my face as my chest is enveloped in this determination.

―That night. Resolute in accepting the offer of exclusive designer, I contact Zain as soon as I return to the apartment. [Kara]: “Concerning the aforementioned position of Sanct Sybil’s designer… I think that I will accept the invitation.” [Zain]: “Thank you very much. I think that His Grace will be quite pleased to hear that.” In a soft tone - As if thinking for a moment, Zain continues to speak. [Zain]: “If I can be honest with you, the prince of Sanct Sybil himself is actually coming to stay at the castle for official business.” [Zain]: “Normally, we would hold your interview over at Sanct Sybil, but…” [Zain]: “Since the prince will be coming over, how about you two introduce each other here at Nobel Castle instead?” (Is that so?) (Even if Lord Nobel is recommending me, it could become a situation where the prince of Sanct Sybil is not too impressed by me.) [Kara]: “I see… If you could reserve some time for that, that’d be great.” [Zain]: “Then, I shall make the proper arrangements and contact you again.” And with that, it was decided that I would meet the prince of Sanct Sybil.

A few days later―

I’ve been called to Nobel Castle once more. While having a spot of tea with Lord Nobel and Theo, I bow my head again. [Kara]: “―Thank you for granting me an opportunity like this.” [Nobel]: “Ohohoho.” [Nobel]: “At any rate.. you’ve become quite resolute about this.” [Kara]: “…Yes. Your Grace has given me words of immense appreciation, and Jean Pierre has also encouraged me.” [Kara]: “I think, as a designer, I want to take advantage of these chances given to me.” (But… with no achievements of my own, I wonder if the Prince will approve of me…) Anxiety running through my heart, Lord Nobel smiles while stroking his beard. [Nobel]: “I also have hopes for you, Miss Kara.” [Nobel]: “I believe that, surely, the prince of Sanct Sybil will indeed require your power.” [Kara]: “Thank you…!” When I beam at Lord Nobel’s kind words, Theo then cuts into the conversation.

[Theo]: “So Kara… really is a designer, huh.”

[Theo]: “But… if it were possible, I was hoping that you’d become the designer for this castle.” [Kara]: “Hehe, thank you.” [Kara]: “I think that I definitely wouldn’t be able to be the designer for Nobel Michel, but I hope one day I’ll be able to make clothes for you, Theo.” Replying to Theo with a smile, Lord Nobel watches us with a gentle look on face. [Nobel]: “Ho ho, looks like you two have become quite close.” [Nobel]: “As I thought, Kara, you seem to have this charm that just mellows out everything around you.” He laughed heartily when there came a knock on the door. [Zain]: “Please excuse the interruption,”

[Zain]: “For I have brought Prince Yakov of Sanct Sybil.”

➤ “op are u just making excuses to post caps of zain as much as possible” perhaps PERHAPS if im gonna need to break down the blobs of text, zain is nice to look at

(Ah…) I get up from my chair, and face the doorway nervously. But at the next moment, my eyes instinctively open wide. (That, person…) The figures that followed behind Zain were two men I was familiar with―

The platinum-blond man with the air of intimidating beauty, and the man in the butler uniform who had worn a smile on his face―

The people I had witnessed in the courtyard days before.

[Prince Yakov]: “―As I have heard that you have found a candidate for the designer position, I have come.” [Prince Yakov]: “Your Grace, I give you my humble gratitude for granting my request.” [Kara]: “Eh…” [Prince Yakov]: “…” I inadvertently let out a small cry of surprise, and the Prince finally meets my eyes. For a split second his eyes had widened, but almost immediately after it shifts into a sharp gaze. (A person like him is the prince of Sanct Sybil, of all things…)

Steeped in the shocking reality of it all, I stare dumbfounded at Prince Yakov―

➤ now part of me was thinking, do people really need all the screencaps of when he makes the -_- face but honestly him doing the -_- face for half of his portraits on this route is part of the experience

To be continued…

(Letter)

➤ so uh this might be a crapshoot in terms of placement bc there’s diff letters based on the special story you choose, and also i forget where the last few letters go loool but that won’t be a problem until later

From: Yakov Title: (untitled)

…So you are the designer recommended by Lord Nobel? If you come to my country, you will be treated to the finest hospitality. Therefore you should not ponder over unnecessary matters and just bring yourself here. Good?

―Yakov

holy fucc idk why this is more tiring to translate than other stuff. maybe bc this is a slow route where we have exposition and non-romantic chara development we have to tread thru first. also lol translating the bmp writers’ style seems like more work? vs stuff like cybird? idk it’s hard to explain. i’m not a super big fan of what i have rn…. in fact i’m like wtf what is this incomprehensible garbage i made... but i’m too tired to do revisions rn…… aye… but i’ll definitely look over it again in attempt to give it more clarity+readability so yea. there’s nothing’s “wrong” in terms of the literal meaning per se - it’s more like i’d like to make it flow better and actually follow grammar rules instead of cheating with dashes and line breaks hahaaa

anyway guess ill see u at the next part when (if?) i bother to do it. hrmmm i should try to make the chunks larger given that this story is 15 eps + 3 special stories (with ~3 variations for each story) + epilogue but fuuu ill get there when i get there

Next Episode…

“If you wish to hear of my tastes - you will have to ask me in a more alluring voice.”

yea thats rite im hitting u with the azn drama cliffhanger. well now i have to do this translation or else this would be mean….. this is a psychological effort to get me to not leave this unfinished

Again, thanks for reading!

#be my princess #yakov chernenkov #bmpYCS1 #yea thatll be my tag for this shit so feel free to block it #bmp

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The sun sets on another day - TRSNS fanfic

@redstone-sun‘s fic fucked me up so I did what I know and wrote about it to cope asdfghjhgf

the basic summary of this fic: Mumbo has a Bad Day(TM) and we stan Good Guy Iskall

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On days like these, Mumbo felt his guilt like concrete weights tied tight around his throat.

The actual impulses and desires to obey that sanguine call no longer affected him as often as they used to―perhaps out of sheer necessity rather than true recovery, but the fine details didn’t matter. Not to Mumbo at least. The intrusive thoughts and feelings, however, were another story.

Sometimes he wished he could just press a button and fix all of his problems like one would a faulty machine, force him through some kind of psychological reboot. His prescribed process was tedious enough as it was; exposure therapy was a snail’s race by nature, and the transitions were mind-numbingly gradual. From mentions of redstone, to discussions of redstone, to looking at redstone, to touching redstone, to holding redstone, to――

And so on and so forth.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the process was anything but linear and orderly. For a long while it felt like every step he took forward, something would send him three steps and a stumble back. One moment he was setting up semi-complex circuits from memory in his obsidian home, the next Grian would make an off-hand comment about a test contraption one of the hermits built nearly killing him and Mumbo would find himself involuntarily wishing it had.

Those moments scared him. He knew that it wasn’t really him thinking then, that it was just some heinous, corrupted part of him, some deep innate brand of the Red Sun festering behind his eyes. But it wasn’t any less terrifying to catch himself tempted by the crimson voice in the back of his mind that told him he didn’t belong in the overworld, that he needed to continue wiring in the quartz covered plains or he’d never be satisfied, to beg and steal and lie and cheat if it meant getting back to the Sun’s dimension, that if anyone got in his way he had to kill kill kill kill kilL KILL KILL KILL KILL K―

. . .

Those nights, Mumbo felt pain beyond anything he’d known before, from the crescent welts of his fingernails dug deep into the meat of his forearms, to the once-foreign hopelessness that left him wondering why anyone thought he was worth saving anymore.

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On days like these, Mumbo found himself convinced that he’d never be released from his blood-stained binds.

It hurt more than he cared to admit, having redstone so intrinsically ruined for him. Sure, he had brute-forced his way into standing it enough to look over blueprints with Iskall and play with it like a child when he was alone, but it was never the same. Nothing compared to the satisfaction of improving on an existing design, nor the pride and excitement of inventing something entirely new.

Inventions. Redstone was such a progressive material, a resource far beyond any of the hermits’ understanding. It was able to do just about anything if only someone could crack the code to get there. Most of them already knew of the wonders it could provide--plenty of the hermits used redstone-based bionics, or at the very least a form of enhancement.

Iskall was no stranger to them, obviously. Perhaps Mumbo shouldn’t have been surprised, then, when the man came to him amidst his wallowing with a stack of crudely arranged notes in hand. He was somehow more chipper and cheeky than usual if the bright smile on his face was anything to go by. There was a proud sort of flourish as he handed the papers to Mumbo, who sat with wariness and confusion. That apprehension, however, was quickly replaced with curiosity.

Blueprints and notes regarding the conception of redstone-powered contraptions and devices would typically be a quick read for Mumbo, but even having been friends with Iskall and Grian for quite some time, there was no way to scan through the chicken-scratch handwriting and less-than discernible doodles in a short amount of time.

Mumbo’s initial attempt at cracking the code that was Iskall’s notes was interrupted not ten seconds in when two loaves of bread, an apple, and a bottle of water was set down in front of him, making him flinch slightly. He stared at the selection for a moment, mouth suddenly dry, before nodding his thanks and reaching for the apple. It was in that instant that Mumbo realized he didn’t remember the last time he had something to eat and swallowed down his embarrassment.

The two men soon fell into silence as Mumbo worked through the notes bit by bit, often pausing to right papers that had somehow folded or flipped upside down in Iskall’s attempt to organize them. Though it took a while, a careful read through informed Mumbo of Iskall’s plans to research a possibility of mechanically repairing his vocal cords.

There was a prominent section on the usage of prismarine crystals and diamond powder to color match the box with his eye prosthetic, and another that explored the possibility of controllable pitch and volume settings.

(In a better scenario, Mumbo would have been terrified at the possibilities that would come with giving Iskall such power, and even now he wondered who the first prank victim would be.)

All of it was quite clearly in the early stages of development, but Mumbo could help but brighten up at the thought of Iskall being able to talk again. It wasn’t something he liked to think about for long or often, but he missed Iskall’s voice. Before the incident, his friend’s laughs and sly comments were one of the things that helped the days go by, and Mumbo knew he wasn’t the only one who thought so. The man deserved his voice and more for what he’d gone through.

But information on Iskall’s voice-box plans came to an unexpected stop halfway through the stack of notes. Suddenly Mumbo was reading through two different handwriting styles about mechanical joints and synthetic muscle fiber and artificial nerve endings and――

He stopped reading. This section contained far too many things he knew too little about.

Head spinning from unfamiliar jargon, he looked up at Iskall in question.

“F...f-for Gri..ian,” came the harsh rumble from Iskall, startling Mumbo in the process. Both of the men stared at each other for a moment, each sheepish in their own right, before Iskall pulled out a relatively new-looking book and began writing.

[Doc let me take a look at his arm a bit ago and helped me out with the technical stuff. I’m hoping that we can replicate a pair for Grian. Took much more work comin up with this blueprint than it did for my voicebox plan lol ]

Mumbo went from bemused to ecstatic as he read Iskall’s explanation, feeling surprisingly hopeful for the first time in a long time. The sheer thought of his friends getting back what he took from them made his heart swell with guilty joy.

The technician’s part of his brain fired off a million different inquiries about how they could get these plans to work, but his heart ached knowing this was a project he wouldn’t have much part in if any. He didn’t specialize in bionics for one, but even if he felt like dabbling in the expertise for the benefit of his friends, Mumbo didn’t want to get too involved out of fear of relapse.

Especially not after today. He just wasn’t ready.

“These plans are incredible, Iskall.” Mumbo whispered in awe, flipping through both sections of the packet thrice over. A part of him yearned to add notes and suggestions of his own along the margins of the already messy prints, but he swallowed down the eagerness and handed the papers back to Iskall with a shaky hand. Far too fast for him to subdue, bubbling apprehension rose into his chest again as a presence beneath his ribcage scolded him for not ripping the notes to shreds when he had the chance and Mumbo turned away from Iskall in shame. He didn’t even notice himself staring off into the corner of his room until the scratching of a feather pen against paper got his attention again.

[I was hoping you would say that. Wouldn't be Architech patent-worthy without your approval :) ]

Mumbo gave a half-hearted as smile his dear friend stored the notes away in a light blue shulker box he hadn’t seen get brought out. As Iskall packed the box up, a red hot silence burned within the room and Mumbo flushed at the uneasiness of it all, hating the fact that he couldn’t enjoy the company of the people he loved anymore. It made him feel like an ass when he was so unresponsive and caught up in self-pity, but at the same time it felt like acting as if nothing ever happened would be a slap in the face to everyone he wronged. He was halfway through a mental reprimand when Iskall huffed through his nose and came to sit beside him at his birch wood table.

A beat or two passed in silence before a steady hand reached out to fix the uneven part in Mumbo’s hair, smooth out the collar of his dress shirt, and pat him gently on the side of his face. The warmth of Iskall’s hand damn nearly drove Mumbo to tears. With cloudy eyes, he watched as Iskall tilted his head, expression a melancholy mix of fondness and sorrow.

[It’s bad today, huh?]

With a sharp intake of breath and clenched teeth, Mumbo glanced away from Iskall. He’d rather pretend he was fine than admit to the Red Sun’s influence holding strong sway over him today. But before he could come up with something to say, Iskall was already shoving his book back into Mumbo’s hands.

[Don’t try to lie to me, I can see it in your face. And in the stubble on your chin.]

“I…“ Mumbo started, cotton-mouthed and ashamed, closing his eyes to prevent the tears from glossing over his vision.

Sweet scarlet whispers pricked at the back of his head and swirled behind his eyelids, reminding him the Red Sun never sets the Red Sun never sets the Red Sun never sets, and he tensed his jaw to try and drown out the words with a high-pitched strain. The world around him grew warm and tight and dark, and despite his best efforts, the voices seemed to just get louder.

All at once, Mumbo realized that Iskall was pushing at his shoulders and letting out determined, wordless noises as he tried to bring the man from his panic. Mumbo brought down his hands from where he found them pressed firmly against his ears, noticing that his face felt warm and wet. He silently wiped at his cheeks with his sleeve, defeated.

“...Yeah. It is.”

“I-I...It’ss oh-k-kay.” Iskall offered gently, releasing his hold from his friend’s shoulders and sliding them down to his arms as he scanned Mumbo for any more signs of distress. As soon as his hands were free, he reached for his book again.

[It’s a nice day out today. Let’s go for a walk. I’ll shoot Grian a message to meet us in the shopping district.]

Before Mumbo could begin to read, Iskall plucked the book from his hand and began writing frantically, leaving Mumbo to wipe at the heavy tears that pooled over the edge of his eyelids once again.

[Let’s not tell him about my plans yet. I don’t want to get him excited for something that could take months or more to even start on. Promise to keep it a secret for now?]

Mumbo couldn’t help but flash him a warm smile. This man has done so much for both him and Grian even in wake of his own obstacles and responsibilities. There was nothing in this world or the next that Mumbo could offer as retribution.

“Sure thing. You have my word.”

Iskall huffed a laugh, grabbing and immediately shaking Mumbo’s hand with unnecessary earnest.

[Jolly good cheers mate! Let’s get you ready for our stroll, shall we lad? Pip pip!]

With a good-natured roll of his eyes, Mumbo stood from where he’d been sat since early that morning, bones audibly popping from inactivity, and made towards his room to change into a clean white button-up and dress pants, leaving his coat on the bed. It took him a moment to brave the mirror in the corner of his room, but once he could stand to look at his reflection, he made an honest attempt to make himself presentable. After smoothing out the folds and wrinkles in his shirt, Mumbo pulled at his mustache a few times in an attempt to style it, lamenting that he didn’t have the time to shave the shadow from his jaw.

There was a soft, gentle hum from Iskall that got Mumbo’s attention as he exited his room, and he walked closer to read what his friend was saying.

[Handsome.]

Bashful, Mumbo blushed and shut the book. Compliments always made him somewhat embarrassed before, but it hit him much harder nowadays, especially when he felt bad about not being able to clean up as much as he preferred. Despite his self-consciousness, Mumbo was grateful for Iskall’s encouragement and offered a small smile in thanks.

As he and Iskall locked up his house and began the journey towards the shopping district, Mumbo watched him message Grian and shake with silent laughter―probably at something stupid Grian responded with, knowing them, but he was too engrossed in thought to catch what was said―and noticed that for the first time in a while that he couldn’t hear the honeyed song of the Red Sun, nor could he feel its pull deep within his bones.

Truly, Iskall and Grian were gifts from the universe he didn’t deserve. It was a bloody wonder that they still stood by him after all they went through. Despite everything, his friends still cared for him. Still loved him. There was nothing he could do to repay them for that. And nothing could compare to the outpour of adoration he felt for them in return.

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On days like these, with his best friends at his sides, Mumbo felt free.

#the red sun never sets #trsns #mumbo jumbo #mumbo #iskall85 #iskall #grian #grian and mumbo and iskall #architech trio #hermitcraft #I am likely to and probably will be looking for errors so Blease let me know if u see any

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Requested (cross)post about celebrity rpf

[Real person fic] is almost always about celebrities. And at a certain point, we don't actually understand or know celebrities as real people. After all, celebrities are never actually genuine to the public--even if they seem genuine, it's always a part of the role they play as highly public figures. Celebrities as we know them are personas that real people put on. Fic about them by people who have never intimately met them before is actually fic about their personas--not about the real person. Likewise, as always, fic isn't actually a representation of what you want in real life. You can absolutely write fanfiction about Martin Freeman/Benedict Cumberbatch while being aware of/respecting their real world relationships with other people, and their potential forever lack of interest in one another along those lines. So to that extent, I don't see why rpf about celebrities should be a big deal.

And because I like pointing out grey areas as a way to illustrate why lines are drawn in the sand and nothing matters, here's a bunch of bullet points:

What about self-insert non-rpf fic? What about second-person/reader fic? Aren't there real people involved in those? What if your original character is a thinly-veiled real person?

How do anti-rpf folks feel about Hamilton? Or Bohemian Rhapsody? Or that Steve Jobs movie? Is it only okay when the real people are dead? What about The Social Network? Or that movie about the Obamas? How far in the past do real events have to be to be acceptably reportrayed with creative licenses taken? Are SNL's incredibly timely political skits acceptable? Or are these things only okay because they're professionally produced? In which case, isn't this all just catering to the invisible line between professional authordom and fanfiction authordom that literally constantly shows up in fandom wank as a blatantly obvious double standard?

To follow that train of thought, is it wrong to make posts like "Steve Irwin definitely forgave that manta ray in heaven?" Because you're literally setting up a fictional interaction about a real person against that real person's consent (since, after all, he could have secretly resented and hated that rayfor killing him, even despite his public persona saying it was just doing its job! Because the disjoint between celebrities' public and personal lives is not one you're privy to seeing!) What about posts that are like "Marie Kondo loves you?" What if it's not true? You're literally putting words in a real person's mouth. Where's the line when it comes to acceptable shared comfort illusions based around real people, and when does it start being "too much" and turn into unacceptable real person fic?

Isn't it kind of fucky to say things like "I ship the Obamas?" I mean, what if behind closed doors, their relationship is actually super abusive? Then you're shipping real life abuse! And what if they got divorced? Would you stop shipping them? Or would you continue shipping two people who don't want to be together against their consent? /s

You know when little girls fill up notebooks with "Mrs [their name] [celebrity name]" because they have crushes on celebrities? That's literally a ship. It comes with daydreams about getting married and being domestic and doing interviews because now you're famous. And daydreams are just... unwritten fic. So if an entire real person fanfiction exists in somebody's mind, is it still a problem? Or is it only bad when somebody can see it? What if that little girl tells a friend about those daydreams? What if she writes the fic in a notebook? What if it's in a word doc? What if it's on a private only-those-with-a-link-can-access webpage? What if it only gets sent to people who signed themselves up to be part of a fic-sharing email chain? What if it's on a tiny blog under a read more? When does a fanfiction actually become a fanfiction, and therefore policeable the way thoughts can't be?

What about when the daydream is subconscious? What if it was a dream somebody had about real people? What if they write it down in a dream journal? What if they tell somebody else about it? What if they submit it to a crowdsourced dream journal online?

Where's the line between a fic and a headcanon? When we made memes about Joe Biden desperately wanting to share government secrets, was that going too far? Is role play based on real people fucked up? Because if it is, then the source of the "then perish" meme should be morally appalling.

Boy, do I have thoughts about people who fight over who a celebrity should "get with." Lots of people will only stan the person that somebody is currently with, speaking to that person's decision to be involved with them... but is a show like The Bachelor where you're supposed to root for somebody with a high probability of being wrong exploitative? The people on that show are all real people, and the proper way to engage with that show is to want two of them to get together, but you don't actually know if they will. So really, you're headcanoning and you're shipping. About real people. While also doing exactly what those tv shows expect you to do. Because it's almost like this wank is a nonissue in regular life.

What about tabloids and reality television? It's well known that tabloids lie and reality television is partially scripted/omits things in favor of creating dramatic and entertaining narratives.

What about when it's a fic about somebody whose public persona is very obviously not like their real self? What about when somebody plays a fictional character, but that fictional character has the same name as their real life self (The Colbert Report, Seinfeld, The Drew Carey Show)? How do you navigate that? Is it okay to write about the fictional characters they play? Or if that crossing a line because in some sense, those fictional characters are still them?

Here's the thing: Being anti- something doesn't do anything. It's not even an ideology, it's just a moral code that nobody else has to adhere to. And especially when it comes to a decentralized, non-industrial, unpoliceable phenomena like fanfiction, there's no way to change what people are putting out or why or how. So really, you have to suck up the fact that even if you hate it and it goes against your personal morals, it's going to happen, and then the real question is "what are you going to do about it?" And that's where an anti- morality falls flat, is because they either can't rise above moaning about it or they go out of their way to attack people for having different moralities. So in my opinion, the far more productive and uplifting ideology is to go "okay, this thing exists and I just have to live with that fact. What can I do to help people?"

And... I think also.......... the argument that real people aren't consenting to be a part of those fanfics falls flat when those real people aren't actually a part of the process of creating that fanfiction. You don't get to consent (or not) to something that doesn't involve you, that doesn't affect you. And the idea that these things affect celebrities is ridiculous. Wank about real person fic, headcanons about OC's, etc are ridiculous. Fanfics are thoughts put on paper and published, and really it's only possible to be against what you can see. If you loudly decree that (any type of) fanfiction is wrong, the least that happens is literally nothing, and the most that happens is you manage to chase it out of the public eye, but it will nonetheless continue on smaller websites or in email chain or in physical zines or in personal notebooks or in peoples' brains. But if anti- types are just satisfied with having it out of sight and out of mind, then they don't actually care about the arguments they're making about peoples' rights... and this effect could have just as easily been achieved by those people curating their own environments to not contain real person fiction, instead of treading on the toes of people writing it.

Being a celebrity means being known and being interpreted and even being misread. In fact, being a social being comes with these risks. People will misunderstand you, misread you, misattribute things to you, misremember you, miscategorize you. I think there are a lot of people who fear what it means to be known, and they channel their anxieties and insecurities into "defending" the "rights" of others not to be misrepresented in others' minds. But that's not how being a secure person works. Becoming, for all intents and purposes, a persona in the minds of others--being turned into a caricature and being framed and reframed through every lens possible--is part of the job description of being a public figure. People are supposed to think they understand something about celebrities. Celebrities are supposed to sell themselves as fantasy/outrage fuel. If a celebrity weren't interesting enough to invoke masses of people thinking about them, they would be out of a job. People are supposed to turn celebrities into dolls to play with in their minds, and there's no shame in engaging with culture as culture is set up to function.

Obviously this write-up overlooks non-celebrity real person fic which has more nuance to it, but ultimately I think the point that “people are going to do it anyways, so what are you going to do about it?” still stands.

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #rpf #fanfiction #discourse #shipping discourse #just saying

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #143

Tues Jul 30 2019 [07:25 PM] Wack'd: So the narration just straight up tells us that Ben and Alicia got kidnapped by Doom [07:25 PM] Wack'd: "YOU'RE TRAPPED! BY SOCIAL CONVENTION!"

[07:26 PM] Umbramatic: pfffffffffffffffff [07:26 PM] maxwellelvis: Yeah, I was about to say, it's no coincidence that Doom resurfaces just after Darkoth shows up. [07:27 PM] maxwellelvis: It probably doesn't take a Richards to see why [07:27 PM] Wack'd: ...why...did Doom invite this dude?

[07:28 PM] Wack'd: Does he also want revenge for having been a benchwarmer? [07:28 PM] maxwellelvis: "BAH! Warming the bench is no place for one such as I!" [07:28 PM] maxwellelvis: And yes, it's shown in flashbacks that Doom has ALWAYS talked like that. [07:30 PM] Wack'd: Doom has low expectations of women because he hasn't been in a Fantastic Four comic since Stan was still writing

[07:31 PM] Wack'd: ...oh, wait, no--they teamed up against Over-Mind! [07:31 PM] Wack'd: So he's just being a dick [07:31 PM] maxwellelvis: So Medusa's upgraded how she goes out as a civilian, in that she no longer wears her mask when not out supering [07:32 PM] Wack'd: I guess not. A shame! What a fun quirk that was [07:32 PM] Wack'd: Guess she got assimilated [07:33 PM] Wack'd: Anyway, Doom wipes the floor with Reed and Medusa [07:34 PM] Wack'd: Coach Thorne decides he wants to get a shot in so Doom stuns him and then decides he's gonna chill with his wife [07:34 PM] Wack'd: TWO! PAGE! SPREEEEEEAAAAAAD!

[07:35 PM] maxwellelvis: How. Can. One. Person. Be. In. Two. Places. At. Once? [07:36 PM] Wack'd: A fun detail during Doom's exposition--he deliberately decked out the alumnae meeting hall in Latverian designs knowing Reed wouldn't notice [07:37 PM] Umbramatic: pffft [07:37 PM] maxwellelvis: You'd think he would; where else but Latveria would you see that much green in 1974? [07:38 PM] Wack'd: 🎶 And the brown and the beige and the brown and the beige and the broooooown 🎵 [07:38 PM] maxwellelvis: And mother of pearl! [07:38 PM] Wack'd: So Doom's new plan is a literal mind bomb [07:39 PM] maxwellelvis: *Janeway intensifies* [07:39 PM] Wack'd: When properly detonated it will use vibrations(?!?) to make everyone loyal to Doom forever [07:39 PM] Umbramatic: brain waves man [07:39 PM] Wack'd: He proves it's effectiveness by bringing in two traitors, using it on them, and then getting them to shoot each other in a show of loyalty [07:41 PM] Wack'd: Meanwhile Wyatt is trying to get Johnny to calm down because he is doing a lot of flaming and reckless shit trying to work this anger out [07:41 PM] Wack'd: In the process of ignoring Wyatt, he knocks him off his sky-bike and onto a roof, bringing Johnny to his senses

[07:43 PM] maxwellelvis: That's an unnecessarily intense face there, Wyatt. [07:43 PM] Umbramatic: cops [07:43 PM] Wack'd: Fuck the police [07:43 PM] maxwellelvis: If they get arrested, at least they can cut their way to freedom with those massive hatchet jaws of theirs. [07:43 PM] Umbramatic: pfff [07:44 PM] Wack'd: Oh my god Doom's got a Weebo! Why don't future writers remember he has a Weebo!

[07:44 PM] Umbramatic: it's so cute [07:44 PM] maxwellelvis: It's not as cute as Weebo. [07:44 PM] maxwellelvis: It's not even as cute as HERBIE [07:44 PM] Wack'd: Also I'm preeeeetty sure there are other absolute monarchs [07:44 PM] Wack'd: But sure [07:45 PM] maxwellelvis: Sure, but he's the only absolute monarch at the time that we didn't help come into power. [07:45 PM] Wack'd: Ha [07:45 PM] Wack'd: I dig how much Buckler loves these imagine spots

[07:46 PM] maxwellelvis: Dated language aside, I do like the little slip of why Doom has always wanted so much power. [07:47 PM] Wack'd: Eeeeeh "turnabout is fair play" is always a bad look on minority characters [07:47 PM] maxwellelvis: I was reading it more as "Look at where I started, and look at where I am now" [07:48 PM] Umbramatic: wait DOOM is romani [07:48 PM] maxwellelvis: Yeah. [07:48 PM] Umbramatic: huh! [07:48 PM] maxwellelvis: Both his parents, I believe. [07:49 PM] Wack'd: How long has it been since we got a building cutaway like this? Not since the earliest days of the Baxter, I don't think

[07:49 PM] maxwellelvis: His mother being a sorceress, not great in that regard, but his father was a physician, which unfortunately sealed his fate; a nobleman's daughter fell ill, and it was terminal, which Doom's father knew would also be a death sentence for himself; the nobleman would accuse him of murdering his daughter, and have him executed, which did happen, but before they took him away, he sent young Victor to America. [07:51 PM] maxwellelvis: I'm truncating a lot, but it's been a while since I read that whole thing. [07:52 PM] Wack'd: Anyway, the Death-Demon--I should probably call him Darkoth since he's apparently insisting on continuing to be relevant--breaks out and starts a fight with Doom's mooks, but stops when Doom reveals himself to have summoned him--and created him! [07:53 PM] Umbramatic: gasp. [07:53 PM] maxwellelvis: Yup. Strap yourself in, this is quite the origin story. [07:53 PM] Wack'd: Not just yet, though. [07:54 PM] Wack'd: Wyatt and Johnny continue to be a great double-act (questionable Native stereotyping aside)

[07:55 PM] Wack'd: Also I love when mooks do things like converse among themselves and just generally treat this as a job [07:55 PM] Wack'd: "Ten credit bonus" indeed [07:56 PM] maxwellelvis: Try reading those two mooks' dialogue as Watch and Ward, or any other pair of Venture Bros minions that are clearly just Jackson and Doc doing silly voices. [07:57 PM] Wack'd: Anti-Gamer's-Rights Doom

[07:59 PM] Wack'd: Max you were not wrong. This is bonkers.

[08:00 PM] Wack'd: Anyway, Darkoth enlists Reed, Medusa, and Ben in his revenge crusade [08:00 PM] Umbramatic: now that's some brainwashing bullshit [08:00 PM] Wack'd: Aaaaaand cliffhangered [08:00 PM] Wack'd: I think this is our first story to go past two parts in a good long while [08:01 PM] Wack'd: (And if you're expecting me to complain that these guys need some downtime, well, there was a two-day gap between Franklin's lobotomy and the college reunion. I was so used to stories being two issues that I didn't think to mention it.)

#1974 #Gerry Conway #Rich Buckler #The Main Book

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babybluebanshee · 5 years

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Seared With Scars - Epilouge (Mystery Nerds AU)

And here we are at the end, my friends. I'd like to thank everyone who's stuck with me through the frankly insane and arduous undertaking. I keep every single comment that people leave on my stories, and reading yours on this one is what eventually inspired me to get back in the saddle and pick it up again after two years. You guys are pretty damn awesome. I'm probably not gonna do something this ambitious again for a good, long while, but the Mystery Nerds series is far from over. So enjoy the ending, and hopefully we can all venture into the unknown once more very soon.

“Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it.” - Helen Keller

---

Helen hesitated only a moment as she slid her key into her front door. She knew, logically, that there couldn’t be anyone from the Society on the other side, waiting for her. There was no Society left. There was nothing to be afraid of in her home. And besides, she had to go in. Her spare pair of glasses were in her nightstand. She needed them. Darryl had graciously driven her all the way back to her house, when he had a family of his own to get back to, just so she could get them and Stan wouldn’t have to leave Ford’s side.

Plus it couldn’t be more than thirty degrees out here and she was freezing.

She had to go inside.

The sight of her keys, still stained slightly with Louise’s blood, made her gut feel things differently.

Darryl spoke up from behind her. “Want me to go in first?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“Thanks,” she muttered. Hot shame pooled in her cheeks for a moment as he walked past her and turned the key, but she stamped it down. Even though she knew that there would not be anyone in her house, she had every reason to be anxious. She wasn’t going to let shame keep her from trying to get better anymore.

And the first step towards healing was admitting that the trauma was there.

Darryl swung the door open and walked in, looking from side to side as he went. He motioned to her, an indication that he saw nothing out of the ordinary. She pooled all her courage and followed him inside, holding her head high.

The house was very much the same as she and Stan had left it. She noticed, with a wry sense of annoyance, that Stan hadn’t even pushed in the dining room chair he’d been sitting in while Darryl patched up his bleeding head.

“You need me to check your bedroom too?” Darryl asked. His tone was one hundred percent serious. Helen had no doubt in her mind that he’d search the entire house, top to bottom, if she’d asked.

“No, that’s okay,” she said. “Go ahead and have a seat. I won’t be too long.”

She started down the hall, her hand trailing down the wall to keep her steady, and immediately, a flash of memory popped into her head, of turning around and finding a stranger in a red hood staring back at her. It was followed by a stab of fear because where was Stan, what had they done to him! She felt Darryl’s presence at her side. She looked over at him and he smiled sweetly at her. He was going with her now, and it seemed like there was no arguing it.

She found that now, she didn’t mind.

There was no one in her bedroom.

There was no one in her house.

She was safe.

She had a friend.

They walked down the hallway together, and Darryl said, as casually as if they did this all the time, “I thought you might like to know the status of our friends, the former cultists. I didn’t want to say anything while we were at the hospital. Didn’t want to be overheard and stir any memories, ya know?”

“Give me details, man,” she said, leaning towards him exaggeratedly. She felt a bit silly, but she needed some silliness right now.

“Well, for starters, Louise is going on extended leave. Absolutely no word was mentioned about her coming back.”

“I would say that I’m sad we’re gonna be stuck with sourpuss Sharon for a while, but Louise did break into my house and punch me in the face.”

“Maybe they’ll actually hire some who doesn’t have staggering emotional issues to replace Louise,” Darryl said.

They reached her bedroom door, and Helen peered in. The only evidence of what had happened to her was a small brown stain on the carpet, less than a foot from where she stood at the door frame.

She had expected seeing that stain would have been what made her crumble. Miraculously, she found it elicited no thought other than she was going to have to call a carpet cleaning service on top of her optometrist and goddammit did Louise have to make her life harder?

And that thought just made her laugh quietly to herself as she crossed the door frame and walked to her nightstand.

“Also Matthews is in talks for his retirement.”

“I knew he and Andrea had been talking about that for a while before she died.”

“Yeah, everything just kinda fell through after that. But apparently his daughters have been pretty insistent. I think what happened kinda brought it all to a head. Liz has got Meg on a flight up right now.”

“Damn. I don’t think Ed’s getting out of it this time if she’s flying up here all the way from New Mexico.”

She pulled open the drawer and there, sitting on top of a pile of dried out pens and pocket change and spare tampons was her spare pair of glasses, slightly dusty with disuse, but at least in one piece. And with a relatively recent prescription.

“Right? But even they’re not playing as dirty as Ruth is right now with Muggins.”

“Oh, Leroy’s in trouble.”

Darryl laughed. “Yep. Ruth was giving him an earful right before I got to Ford’s room. Something about this job of his prematurely aging her.”

“Funny, I thought that was because she drinks grain alcohol out of a measuring cup.”

“Semantics. Point is, they’re leaving. I heard the words ‘timeshare’ and ‘Fort Lauderdale’ right before I got to Ford’s door.”

“Sounds utterly heinous.”

She slid her glasses on, and the first thing that came into view was the phone. Not for the first time since things had died down, she thought of calling the kids. She wouldn’t dream of it right now. A glance at her tableside clock told her it was barely six, and Michael would scream her deaf if she woke him up this early on a Sunday. Maybe later, after she’d gotten back to the hospital and slept a bit more. Had some more time to get her thoughts together.

She still had no idea what she was going to tell them about her battered face. It wasn’t exactly something she could explain away with a tired excuse of “I tripped and landed on my face”. Not even Amanda would buy that.

But really, why did she need an excuse?

She thought back to her conversation with Daisy the night before, the shame she’d felt at causing her daughter to worry for her, over something she’d been certain that she could handle.

She still didn’t want her children to have to worry for her. They didn’t need that kind of burden in their young lives. They needed to worry about school and friends and their hobbies, not if their mother was going to have an emotional breakdown or get into a fistfight with crazy cultists.

But, perhaps, she thought now, that worrying about someone you loved was inevitable. She’d been doing it for almost twenty-four hours now - not just about her biological kids, but about Stan and Ford and Fiddleford. No matter how old they were, she didn’t think she’d ever stop seeing them as more children for her to look after. It was just her nature.

She didn’t want her children to worry about her, but she also didn’t want to lie to them. Her lies about being okay had done everyone more harm than good, even though they’d proven somewhat useful in the end. She still smirked a bit as she thought of Blind Ivan falling for her distressed mother act hook, line, and sinker.

But now she didn’t need to lie anymore. She didn’t need to keep her pain locked up so she didn’t make other people worry for her. She didn’t need to be concerned that everyone would look at her differently. Everyone that she respected and cared about already knew, and they still treated her the same as they always had.

And if Daisy, Scott, and Amanda could be okay after what had happened to them on that awful night almost two years ago, they could handle their mom explaining why she looked like she’s lost a fight with a two-by-four.

She closed the drawer on her nightstand and turned. Darryl was leaning against the doorjamb, turning over a dog tag in his hand. His face was unreadable.

“You okay?” she asked.

He looked up at her like he’d forgotten he was in her house, and quickly said, “Yeah, I’m alright. Just thinking.”

“What about?” She came over slowly, stopping a few feet from him.

“‘Bout what you said to Matthews,” he replied, looking back down at the dog tag. “‘Bout getting help.”

“Yeah?”

“Listening to him, talking about Andrea, not being able to sleep...not being able to do anything…” He gulped heavily. “I don’t want that to be me one day, Doc.”

“It won’t be. Not after all you’ve done. You fought it when no one else would.”

“Well, I wanna make sure. And I’m gonna start by delivering this to Hank’s little brother, first thing tomorrow.” He held the dog tag out to her.

She took it, and read the words punched into the metal.

BLUBS HENRY J. A POS 91-470-441 LUTHERAN

“You might have met Little Daryl,” he said. “He works over at the Dusk 2 Dawn right now, but he’s training for the police academy.”

“His name is Daryl too?”

He gave her a wistful smile and nodded. “Hank always thought it was a riot that his best friend and his baby brother had the same name. So he called us Darryl Little and Little Daryl.” For a moment, he focused on the dog tag, and seemed to be a million miles away from her. It only briefly reminded her of Ed, but she very quickly noted a key difference.

Darryl was still smiling.

When he came back to her, he added, “Hank’s family got the tag he wore around his neck. They let me keep the one from his boot. Been carrying it with me ever since I got home. Twelve years, I been carrying that thing around my neck like a weight. I thought it was good to have, to keep him close.” Darryl paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath, then releasing it slowly. “But maybe it’s become more of a penance than a memorial.”

Helen didn’t reply. She simply handed the tag back to him.

He quickly tucked it away in his pocket. “Little Daryl will definitely get more comfort from it than I ever did,” he said.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Helen replied. “I can give you the names of a few good therapists when you’ve finished that. Especially since I’m looking up mine again come Tuesday.”

“I’d appreciate that.” He sighed heavily. “Stan was right. We are a bunch of sad idiots.”

“At least we know what we’re about.” Helen gave him a warm smile. “Now come on, I told Stan we’d swing by his house to take care of the dog, if that’s okay with you.”

“You had me at dog,” Darryl replied. He jammed his hands in his pockets and followed her down the hallway, to the front door, and out into the sunlight. ---

“So what are we gonna do with all that stuff under the history museum?” Stan asked before he tore off a hunk of sausage with his teeth. It wasn’t Greasy’s, but it would do. He’d never felt more ravenous in his life.

Fiddleford swallowed a mouthful of apple and replied, “I don’t rightly know. We definitely can’t just leave them there, but I don’t feel right watching any of them. Now that I know what the others were using them for, I’d feel...I dunno, like it was a violation of trust or something.”

“Honestly, after the hell they put up through, I think they all kind of deserve a violation of trust,” Stan replied with him mouth full.

“Well, I think I’ve had enough traumatic events to last a lifetime,” Ford said, setting his carton of orange juice back on his tray. “Maybe we could store them somewhere else. Somewhere more safe. The bunker might work, once it gets a bit warmer and all the snow melts.”

“Is the Shapeshifter still down there?” Fiddleford asked, narrowing his eyes in Ford’s direction.

“You remember the Shapeshifter?”

“You guys had a shapeshifter?” Stan said. Just when he thought these two nerds’ adventures couldn’t get any more bizarre.

“I asked you first, Ford,” Fiddleford said. He took another bit of his apple, almost menacingly.

Ford looked downright sheepish as he muttered, “Last I checked.”

“Then we’re not using the bunker, Fiddleford replied, his mouth still full.

“Fiiine,” Ford said dramatically, flopping back against his pillows, the smile was evident in his voice.

Fiddleford’s only reply was to stick his tongue out at him. Stan couldn’t help but chuckle. These two dopes were made for each other.

Then he had an idea. “What about the basement? There should be plenty of room down there once you guys get the portal squared away.”

Ford considered for a moment, and then said, “That sounds plausible.”

“It might not even take that many trips if we take multiple cars,” Fiddleford added.

“Sounds like we got ourselves a plan,” Stan said. He raised his paper cup of coffee to his lips, but at that moment, the swinging door in the hallway was flung open, and another draft barreled down the hall. It’d been happening all morning, a savage draft from the rain-chilled morning practically lowering the temperature of the entire wing. Stan set his breakfast tray off to the side, and reached for his jacket, slung over the back of his chair. “As if this hospital wasn’t cold enough,” he grumbled. “What, do they turn off the heat to make people leave faster?”

He heard the tube hit the linoleum before he ever saw it.

He’d actually forgotten the thing was in his pocket until now, as it rolled across the floor and into his foot.

“What’s that?” Ford asked, attempting to lean forward in his bed for a better look, but grimacing when he put pressure on some broken thing inside him.

“That’s a memory tube,” Fiddleford replied, straightening up in his chair. “They’re what the memories the gun erased are recorded on. Where did you get that, Stan?”

“Ivan dropped it, out at the cliffs,” he replied. “I only noticed it after he went over. Must have had it in his sleeves or something.”

“Who’s it for?”

“Some guy named Preston Northwest.”

“Wait,” Ford said. “The Preston Northwest?”

“I don’t even know how to respond to that,” Stan replied.

“The Northwest family founded Gravity Falls,” Ford said. “They’re the richest family in town, possibly in the state of Oregon. There’s hardly a thing here that they don’t have their hands in.”

“So, what, you think this Preston guy is a member of the Society that we just didn’t catch?”

“I mean, I doubt it, since he’s only about fifteen years old.”

“Why would Ivan want the memories of a teenage boy with him while he escaped?” Fiddleford pondered aloud.

Stan studied the tube a bit more, as it caught the light of the morning beaming through the windows. Despite that, it felt cold in his hand. That familiar, primal repulsion was back. He wanted to throw it out the window, let it smash against the pavement in the parking lot below.

Instead, he held the tube out to Fiddleford and said, “I guess it doesn’t matter. The only person that memory is really gonna be of any used to is currently having his body dredged out of the lake.”

“I suppose,” Fiddleford said as he took the tube. “It’s just strange.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time to find out later,” Ford said. “I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m pretty adventured out for a while.”

“That is an amazing point,” Stan said. “It’s been a rough night. I vote this is one mystery that can wait its turn. Whatdya say, Fidds?”

Stan saw the uncertainty pass over Fiddleford’s face as he studied the tube in his hands. A familiar look of concentration was there, signifying that he was trying hard to conjure forth any member associated with the tube, try to unlock whatever it may be hiding from him.

But it was gone in moments as Fiddleford let out a mighty yawn.

“I reckon you’re right,” he said. His eyes reminded Stan of a tired puppy, fighting sleep every moment it could. “These memories aren’t going anywhere for the time being. We can get to the bottom of them another time.”

“That’s the spirit,” Stan said. “Right now, the only thing I wanna get to the bottom of this cup of coffee, and then nap for about six months.”

“Coffee is supposed to do the opposite of making you want to nap, Stan,” Ford chuckled.

“I watched a man jump to his death, Ford. Don’t underestimate my desire to nap right now.”

Ford chewed his lip for a moment, as if he were giving the matter serious thought. “Alright,” he said. “Fair enough.”

---

In the depths of the forest, there was a river. The river fed usually fed directly in the falls, but a small tributary had branched off it over the centuries, and it gathered in a small lake. When it was first formed, it was mostly used by animals as a watering hole. But that was before the town, before people, before time had shrunk it to nearly nothing. Now, it was too shallow for anything, even for winter’s bitterness to freeze it over. It stood stagnant and brown and cold, and not even the most desperate beast touched it.

So there was nothing around for miles when Ivan finally broke the surface with a loud, gulping gasp.

He dragged himself to the bank, ignoring the burning in his arms and legs, from weary muscles that had spent an hour keeping his head above the water before giving out completely. Fortunately for him, he’d lost his strength at the mouth of this lake. He’d simply gone limp and let its current carry him here.

As soon as he felt the dry, frozen earth under his hands, he collapsed, face down in the dirt. He didn’t care that he looked horrendously undignified. There was no one around to see him, and besides, he’d earned a moment of exhausted self-pity. His plans - the Society, the gun, his army - all lay in ruination at his feet. Four months of tireless work and it’d all be destroyed by a gaggle of prying, headstrong fools.

He let an angry fire blaze through him for a minute. It gave him something to focus on that wasn’t his aching face, where he’d been headbutted and punched. Something that wasn’t his wet robe, making his internal temperature drop even faster than if he’d been wearing nothing at all. The rage that boiling in his blood made him forget all that for just a moment.

But it couldn’t last forever. He couldn’t stay out here in these wet clothes and find somewhere out of the cold, or he’d freeze.

This was, after all, only a momentary setback. He wouldn’t be thwarted. Not until he finished what he needed to do.

He rallied all the strength he had left in his body, and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. A powerful shiver nearly knocked him back down, but he ignored it. He wouldn’t be out here for a much longer. From watching McGucket’s memories, he knew that, not far from here, was a system of caves, all connected under the waterfall near Gravity Falls Lake. Inside were tiny little creatures that could make fire if they were struck together. That would suit Ivan’s needs just fine, for the time being.

With a grunt of effort, he pushed himself up farther, going slowly, until he’d gotten back to his feet. He stumbled a bit, his limbs still heavy from the time he’d spent underwater, but he caught himself before he fell. Then he pulled his heavy, wet robe over his head and shucked it off. He tossed it to the ground. Wearing it while it was soaking wet like that would only put him at greater risk for hypothermia. It wasn’t as though he needed it anymore anyway.

As he turned, he saw, over the treeline, a great manor, looming over him, perched high on the hills. It seemed to be looking down upon the humble town beneath it, proud and arrogant and fully prepared to rub the townfolks’ collective noses in its decadence. It made Ivan sick to look at, but he also knew that, with any luck, it wouldn’t be there for much longer.

He began walking into the forest, making sure the manor never left his sight. It was his beacon as he sought his shelter.

The Northwest family had so much to answer for. Not just the ones currently living, but the generations that had come before them. One-hundred and forty years of Northwest blood, building their legacy on lies and deceit and fear, reaping the benefits of their treachery and leaving the weak to wallow in whatever meager fate the accursed family had left them to.

He was going to burn it all to the ground.

---

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#gravity falls #mystery nerds au #seared with scars #fanfic #stanley pines #stan pines #stanford pines #ford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #helen bergstrum #blind ivan #the society of the blind eye #tw ptsd

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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Seasons of Love - Heat of Summer Challenge (SPN and MCU)

I’m late posting this I know. I have and still am struggling with an ear infection and I have been insanely busy and is to an extend out of a laptop. I am borrowing. Which is also why I added 25 sentence prompts instead of gifs. Sorry to those of you who were working mostly off the gifs but not having my own computer atm made those impossible for me.

Do I have to taken part in in the previous seasons?

Nope.

If I do all do the stories have to be linked?

No. They can be but that is not an acquirement.

If I do them all do I have to write the same pairing each time?

Nope.

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

Do my fic have to be summer themed?

Since it is the idea of the challenge - yes I am afraid so.

When Do I Post?

Between right now and August 31st. Sign Ups start now and ends when there are no more prompts

RULES - READ PLEASE!

Due Date: August 31st

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 5k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry. IT CAN BE THE END OF A SERIES IF YOU ARE DOING FOUR PART ONE FOR EACH PART OF MY CHALLENGE WHICH I WOULD LOOOOVE!

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst are all welcome. DO NOT write smut if you are under the age of 18 and tag everything with appropriate warnings. AUs are more than welcome!

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no glorification on cheating, no wife or actor hate in rpfs! - if you got any questions at any time feel free to send me an ask.

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (thing-you-do-with-that-thing if SPN and until-theend-oftheline if marvel) Seasons of Love - Heat of Summer challenge. And use the # SoL - Heat of Summer challenge in the first 5 tags.

Submit: After you posted on tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc. If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JHXAfi0yczcGLCd5s_FtcCkJqKocVF8faq-Vih4xepI/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a prompt and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. Prompts and Pairings are under the cut!

Pairings:

No male readers - gender neutral are fine!

General Fics - character or rpf are both fine.

Sister/daughter/romantic/friendship reader pairings for following are all fine - just let me know which:

Jensen

Dean

Misha

Cas

Jared

Sam

Ships (all are allowed as poly with reader too):

Destiel

Deonna

Megstiel

Saileen

Cockles

Jensen x Danneel

Jared x Genevieve

AS SOMETHING SPECIAL THIS TIME I WILL ALLOW MARVEL PAIRINGS - if you write any of those they will be reblogged to my sideblog until-theend-oftheline and not here. It’s still me though.

No male readers - gender neutral are fine!

General Fics - character or rpf are both fine.

Sister/daughter/romantic/friendship reader pairings for following are all fine - just let me know which:

Sebastian Stan

Bucky

Chris Evans

Steve

Chris Hemsworth

Thor

Tony

Clint

Sam

Nat

Wanda

Ships (all are allowed as poly with reader too):

Stucky

Winterhawk

SamBucky

BuckyNat

Clintasha

Chris Hemsworth x Elsa

WIFE HATE OR GIRLFRIEND HATE OR EX GIRLFRIEND HATE OF ANY KIND WILL GET YOU BLOCKED AND IT GOES FOR BOTH FANDOMS! I DON’T CARE IF YOU LIKE THEIR S/Os OR PREV S/Os BUT I AM NOT HERE TO READ FICS THAT SLAM PEOPLE DUE TO WHO THEY DATE.

No shaming of any pairings or ships I just have to read them and these are the things I prefer. On to the prompts:

Activity and word prompts

1 Heatwave @emilyevanston (Winterwidowhawk x reader)

2 Beach Day @deanssweetheart23 (Dean x Reader)

3 Barbeque @queen-of-deans-booty (Jensen x Reader)

4 Camping @sweetness47 (Jared x Reader)

5 Bonfire @docharleythegeekqueen (Stucky x Reader)

6 Cloud Watching @tngrayson (Steve x Reader)

7 Stargazing @torn-and-frayed (Jensen x Reader)

8 Skinny dipping @queen-of-deans-booty (Dean x Reader)

9 Volleyball

10 Horseback riding

11 Painting the house @katymacsupernatural (Jared x Reader)

12 Running @roxyspearing (Steve x Reader)

13 Breakfast on the roof @jaremish (Sam/Jared x Reader)

14 Watching the sunset @waywardnerd67 (Jensen x Reader)

15 Outdoor restaurant

16 Tanning

17 Sunburn @iwantthedean (Dean x Reader)

18 Water Fight @jayankles (Dean x Reader)

19 Hiding inside with the A/C

20 A/C broken @ruined-by-destiel (Sam Winchester x Reader)

21 Ice Cubes @sammy-moo (Sam Winchester x Reader)

22 Hot summer night @frejahertziswritingthistime (Sam Winchester x Reader)

23 Summer Rain @not-moose-one-shots (Sam Winchester x Reader)

24 Thunderstorm @oneshoeshort (Sam Winchester x Reader)

25 Icecream @sweetness47 (Clint x Reader)

Song Prompts:

26 Bonfire Hearts - James Blunt

27 Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles

28 Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey @waywardrose13 (Dean x Reader)

29 Night Moves - Bob Seger

30 Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams @sweetness47 (Dean x Reader)

31 Summer Nights - Grease @sweetness47 (Misha x Reader)

32 Someone Somewhere - Simple Minds

33 Happier Than the Morning Sun - Stevie Wonder

34 California Girls - Beach Boys

35 Paradise City - Guns’n’Roses

36 Long Hot Summer - Keith Urban

37 Sangria - Blake Shelton @legion1993 (Chris Evans x Reader)

38 Toes - Zac Brown Band

39 Malibu - Miley Cyrus @queen-of-deans-booty (Chris Evans x Reader)

40 Drops of Jupiter - Train @tngrayson (Dean x Reader)

41 The Script - Breakeven

42 3 Doors Down - Here Without You

43 Cheerleader - OMI

44 Roses - The Chainsmokers

45 Adventure of a Lifetime - Coldplay

46 Avicii - Wake Me Up

47 Katy Perry - That’s How We Do

48 Of the Night - Bastille

49 Best Day of My Life - American Authors

50 Fireflies - Owl City @firefly124 (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Dialogue Prompts:

51 “The summer sun is not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belong in the rain”

52 “You’re hot!” “I know” “Not what I meant dumbass” @acreativelydifferentlove (Bucky x Reader)

53 “I never thought I’d say this but put on a shirt before you burn” @becs-bunker (Dean x reader)

54 “I told you I’d save you a seat in hell” @mysupernaturalfics (Steve x Reader)

55 “That’s not what I meant when I said we should have a bonfire!”

56 “Are you seriously going for a run in this heat?” @sixtysevenandwhiskey (Dean x Reader)

57 “If you throw me in I’ll kill you!” @peterman-parker (Thor x Reader)

58 “Why are you on the roof? We have guests over” @thorne93 (Clint x Reader)

59 “What are those balloons for?” “You’ll see” @queen-of-deans-booty (Sam Winchester x Reader)

60 “I think I am about to spontaneously combust” @princess-of-erebor1992 (Dean x Reader)

61 “Come for a swim with me?” @time-travel-bouqet (Sam Winchester x Reader)

62 “There is no music” @atc74 (Jared x Reader)

63 “Who do I have to kill for a cool breeze?!” @becs-bunker (Stucky x Reader)

64 “Ohmygod is that rain ever gonna stop?” @ladysimoriah (Megstiel)

65 “What do you expect me to do? I don’t know how to work that thing!”

67 “Stop laughing. I’m stuck!” @until-theend-oftheline (Winterfalcon x Reader)

68 “Dude! That’s not what ice cubes are for!”

69 “I love you but if you touch me right now I’m filling for a divorce!” @grantsgorgeousgirl (Bucky x Reader)

70 “Was that an explosion or thunder?” @roxyspearing (Dean x Reader)

71 “A little wind never killed anyone but a hurricane has!”

72 “Is that what I think it is?” @letsby (Tony x Reader)

73 “I think the surfboard just tried to kill me.”

74 “I wanna sleep under the stars tonight” @built-from-nothing (Dean x Reader)

75 “I always wanted a beach wedding” @docharleythegeekqueen (Destiel x Reader)

#spn writing challenge #mcu writing challenge #marvel writing challenge

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Vriska is irredeemable. She sexual assaulted tav (mspaint 004280), mentally manipulated him into wanting to date him which can also be seen as sexual assault (004283), crippled him, then constantly made abused him/made life hell for him (a whole bunch but 004251 really encapsulates them all), mind controls sollux into killing aradia, physiclay scars terezi for life in a move which, as far as she knew, would be a death sentence on a planet like Alternia /1

Creates jack, directly leading to a bunch more deaths. Experiments with Jade to try and get better at mind controlling humans, being directly responsible for all the times she fell asleep, which is a major source of jades depression. Sleeps John when he is trying to get Jade into the game, nearly killing Jade and forcing Bec to prototype himself, which is another source of grief for Jade and causes a bunch more problems for the human players (004827). /2

She is obsessed with Mindfangs journal, who was a rapist, slave owner and murderer. She specifically wants to imitate her life, which is why she peruses relationships with tav, eridan and kanaya. I'm bringing this up because in said book Mindfang RAPES the dolorosa and, again, Vriska wants to imitate mindfang in every way (005407). After her death and brief time as a sprite, we get a whole bunch more abuse and mental manipulation aimed at tav (006740) /3

Then she and Aranea straight up commit genocide by mind controlling a bunch of unwilling sentient beings into acting as bait for the god of death (007857). That's enough for now, i might come back and do more analysis on the last acts, but as you have pointed out before, being an abuse victim doesn't give you a free pass on doing shitty things, and this isn't even half of the abusive things she's done. Vriska is abusive and should not be allowed near terezi or anyone else, I'm glad shes dead /4

I’m not justifying or erasing the awful things Vriska has done, and I, too, hated her for the longest time. However, this entire summary of Vriska’s actions doesn’t bring up Doc Scratch’s (the literal evil omniscient pedophile that worked for Lord English) manipulation of Vriska or the fact that she was forced to kill others from birth or be eaten alive by her lusus. It doesn’t take into account Vriska being an abuse victim, like you briefly referenced, which is an essential part of her character that I missed out while first reading Homestuck, and thus why I despised her acting horrible for what I deemed as “no reason.”

You don’t have to love Vriska. Her actions were barbaric, yes, but they were ultimately necessary to ensure that her timeline wasn’t doomed. A Vriska that wouldn’t have created Jack or mind controlled everyone to fight against Lord English would have cursed everyone to die. She’s even so essential to the story as a whole that Terezi made John bring her back. Her existence is the retcon.

As well, Mindfang being a slave owner and rapist doesn’t automatically mean that Vriska should be viewed the same way-- parents aren’t automatically their children, and it was wrong for her to idolize Mindfang, but within the context of Alternian culture, where you must be strong and kill to survive, it’s quite understandable. Her looking up to Mindfang also harms Vriska, dude, because she’s not Mindfang no matter how much she wants to be, and she cannot force herself to harm and murder without guilt and shame (remember that Vriska is WRECKED afterwards by her maiming of her friends and regrets it to the point that she allows Robo Aradia to nearly beat her to death) or be sexually interested in men.

Vriska assaulted Tavros, yeah! Her and Tavros had an incredibly toxic relationship and if those were the only moments we saw of Vriska, I’d completely despise her. Reading those panels for the first time was gut-wrenchingly horrible. I remember that experience clearly. Yet, Tavros forgives her. Just like Terezi and Aradia later do, as well. And with Terezi and Aradia, it was Doc Scratch who persuaded her to hurt them. In that panels before Vriska says she doesn’t even want to do it, but she gets told that she’s an worthless, evil person who can’t try and change fate, and thus does.

Like.... thanks for the time you put into your messages and looking up panels? Write some meta posts, if you want. But I’ve forgiven Vriska, a literal thirteen year old girl, like her victims who now consider her their friend again. Of course I still have problems with her mind-controlling the swathes of dead souls (I dunno if it would be considered genocide though, it’s indiscriminate and they’re already dead and thus cannot reproduce?) and her unwillingness to talk to and listen to Terezi on the platform, but like, I don’t blindly think she’s the worst character ever? and irredeemable? and yeah she was Tavros’ abuser, but anybody can change. I know people who bullied other kids in school / people who used to be toxic, and as long as they have guilt and remorse over what they’ve done, I don’t super hold that against them. Many young teenagers stop over others to survive. It doesn’t make any of it right, and I was bullied and was never the bully like many others, and I don’t know if I could forgive Vriska if she was real, but her in-comic victims did, and I feel that’s much more important.

I can relate to her being a wlw and also from her being abused by her mother. You can dislike her if she reminds you of your abuser / your abuser liked her, but I’m an outsider to that, lol? I’m allowed to like her and defend her. Would you or anybody else take the time to tell a Gamzee, Eridan, or Bro stan why they’re irredeemable? I’d personally say to go ahead and do so (but especially for Bro stans) but I feel like men are allowed to like male abusers in fiction without a lot of the vitriol that women get when we like female (in this case, former) abusers. Like men can stan Eridan, Komaeda, J.D., Bakugou, Light Yagami, and other horrible men, but like when it comes to the few horrible women I see tons more hatred and more people arguing with the few women who like them?

And like, for everything Vriska did, she did suffer for it. She died by the hands of her childhood best friend and became a ghost who was able to get genuine love and feel empathy that triggered her sorrow about what she’d done, which is a literal example that Vriska’s inner self and core isn’t evil, and that she can be a good person? and the hero that she’d always wanted to be? She’s not irredeemable.

#rose answers #long post -#Anonymous

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