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jennicatzies · 10 months ago

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holy shit i absolutely adore your au!!! can other characters ever break from their scripts or will ham and burr suffer alone together?

HELLO I APOLOGIZE FOR THE ROYALLY LATE RESPONSE,,,

Thank you SO much, this au makes me insane 🙏🙏 glad to know other people are interested haha!!!

Alright discussing the question . Unfortunately, Burr and Hamilton r the only AWARE aware ones. Sad times. howEVER there are SOME characters who are a tiiiiny bit aware or at least has cracked a little bit Once. But that's about it. Next run their memories r wiped and they start from 00:00:00 again.

I thiiiink I remember talking ab Jefferson and his faulty script wiring? I'll dive more into it again here tho haha. Yapping about other characters with a drop of awareness under the cut

The main guys we already know are Hamilton, Burr, Seabury and Bullet [ even though SeaBullet are on the side of the stage ]

But what about. Other characters.

Okay I wanna talk ab my favorite scenario/minor ish plot point ever

Southern mf democratic republicans. STAY WITH ME I'LL ELABORATE

OKAY they're. INFURIATINGly funny. Conceptually. Though not as severely as Burr, they have caught glimpses of stage elements or even the audience at some points, though that's about it and their memories get wiped at the end of each show.

Jefferson's handling/POV: okay uh. You know those lil bits in the musical where he "interacts" with the audience/people off stage. Aka blowing a kiss to the audience in What'd I Miss and handing someone off stage a copy of the Reynolds Pamphlet. Canonized. Ish. These could easily be translated into in universe terms by his script wiring, but sometimes he just. Sees the audience. Ultimately he doesn't give a damn. He's having too much fun to worry about it.

Burr has tried to like, get information out of him about this, but hey since he doesn't know what in the world Burr is tweakinh out about he just goes like, "mann I think you just need sleep. Or water. Or water and sleep. Or you're insane. Good luck" and skips on his way ODHRJJEOR

Madison's handling/POV: Madison time yayy. Sickly. Sickly guy. He's also caught lil glimpses of the audience or stage elements seeping into his scripted vision, but also ultimately doesn't think much further about them. Since he's. Quite aware that hes Sickly he kinda just goes "damn guess we got Mental illnesses now. Fml" and moves along

Burr's also tried to talk to Madison about it, but he insists that he himself is just really tired or Sick.

Unless it's the very off chance of jeff and mads' "error" syncing up, they never really like, acknowledged this that much. Maybe the occasional "hey what's that" "what's what" "nvm I'm just sleepy" but that's pretty much it. The part already broken doesn't develop with each run rkjeorkerk they just kinda get The Visions occasionally and shrug

No illustrations for this but! Washington! My friend and I kinda cooked something with this, but the drabble's theirs n' I don't wanna share w/o their knowledge hfhdjfjd

Not really a loop aware or stage aware thing but. His mind. The way he thinks. Happened in like ONE run and that's. That's all the crumbs we get for Washington. Sorry :(

For Washington, it was during the Meet Me Inside number. He just notices that Hamilton's line delivery isn't as... angry as expected. And so he's like... oh. Oh shit. Wait what.

He still!!! Feels angry!!! Because he's scripted to!!! But he doesn't want to be angry anymore!! But he is!!!! Internal conflict!!!! It confused him because his brain is telling him to be mad because Hamilton upset him. But he. He doesn't want to be upset in that moment. Oh well. Fuck

There MIGHTTT be more crumbs for other characters but. It's the middle of the night and this is all I can rack from my brain. Ask about the state of some character and if you're lucky you Might get crumbs

#jenniaskzies #33zl66gr #untitled timeloop au

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cypressaloute · 2 months ago

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i really enjoy the beginning chapters of sekaiichi hatsukoi for its humor and characters and intro but i think the chapter of takano’s birthday (ch8) is when it truly picks up and becomes so heartfelt.

the whole time the reader is taking all of this in from onodera’s perspective which is highly skewed and self-deprecating. we’re left to wonder along with onodera if he is just being dragged around and played with again. but this chapter opens a side of takano i feel was initially guarded beforehand.

along with onodera’s pov, we’ve also gotten flashbacks of their hs days where his faulty memory seems like saga was a horny teenager who rushed into sex and also didn’t share his emotions with him cause he was using him.

this further accentuates his constant self-deprecation of how he’s wondering if he’s getting toyed with. not only that, but yokozawa keeps repeatedly telling onodera that takano is his and that they’re dating. he continually sees how close takano and yokozawa are, going drinking together, hanging at their apartments, and getting birthday presents for each other. one of the most striking words from yokozawa imo is “showing up now you may have his attention, but don’t be full of yourself.” in the car ride, onodera laments how yokozawa would know how to talk to and make takano happy instead. the only real hint of takano possibly being serious is yokozawa mentioning that takano fell into a depressive state in college due to finding out onodera had a fiancée.

even then takano doesn’t seem trustworthy himself. he said that he’d make onodera say he loves him again, but what does that mean? throughout this whole time he’s an antagonistic boss with some soft moments. in private he says he loves onodera and never could forget about him, but his actions remain forceful and ambiguous which reinforces onodera’s trust issues and fears.

takano, despite his words and what we find out later on, is heavily guarded at this point and keeps his love mostly to himself/ talking to yokozawa in fear of getting hurt again. ofc there’s still parts shown of his insecurity like his jealousy at the library.

but his birthday shifts the perspective. at the party he is accused of being a player (again) but stands firm that he’s loyal. on his birthday instead of spending the day with yokozawa he drives with onodera. he smiles at onodera, saying he wanted to see the beautiful lights and snow only with him. they play in the snow, and when onodera confronts him about his relationship with yokozawa instead of flat out denying anything he admits and confesses they had a fling way back when, but he had drawn a line a long time ago. and after that, he confesses to onodera that he had fantasies of how they would spend christmas with each other back in hs. he dismisses it as a childish fantasy, probably smth he used as a way to heal his pain after the breakup, but when onodera reciprocates he realizes that wasn’t childish at all and it was real. something that onodera fantasized about himself because his love for saga was genuine and real.

then the series opens him up little by little and ugh i love all the scenes where it’s from his perspective and thoughts.

tldr; this birthday chapter is the first time i think takano slightly opens up about actually being serious with onodera and isn’t just playing with him for nostalgia-sake.

#wow i rambled #sekaiichi hatsukoi #sih #takano #onodera #takaritsu

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108garys · 8 months ago

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Ensnared

Manny Sherman's first murder? A chance to illustrate all the character work I've done on his background? Its just shy of 2000 words, blood, violence and heartbreaking horror, this is a murder fic largely from an oc pov

On that I'll say the 70s were a different time in a lot of ways...

[End of summer, 1974]

Typical. One more night in this town and she ends up stuck in the middle of nowhere after her last shift.

She puts her head on the steering wheel, the sun's last light already fading and darkness closing in around her. Take a breath. All her plans for the future just a day away…

"I'll get through this, I can do this." she whispers to herself until a knock on the window brings her back to reality, she startles at the sight of a stranger but quickly calms as she catches the name embroidered on his uniform 'Stephan's garage'. Thank God. Stephan is a good man and one of his showing up when she's broken down fills her with relief.

She rolls down the window as the stranger gestures for her to do so. He leans in, bending due to his height, hands draped over the edge of the door, he must be around her age. In this light his pale blue eyes and the way he smiles gives him an almost dangerous rough around the edges type of charm. She clears her throat and smiles. "You have excellent timing." she thinks she's seen him at Stephan's before but can't recall his name… "I appear to be in a bit of a predicament."

"Had errands a town over. Manny Sherman." introduces himself offering his hand a gleam in his eye. "Bunnie…" she hesitates, taking his hand. "Just Bunnie." He laughs, his grip firm, lingering as he asks, "Well, Miss Bunny Rabbit, mind if I take a look?" He shoves his thumb towards the front of the car. "Please." she agrees, grateful as he steps away to grab his tools.

Bunnie stays behind the wheel as he goes to work under the hood, his beat up old truck parked ahead of her to give him more light. She takes a breath, telling herself everything will turn out and tomorrow would be a better day… Just one more hurdle to jump. "How long since it's been in the shop?" Manny calls out, the hood hid him from her sight as he digs around in the engine bay. "No clue, it's on loan from Mr Herring, he'll be expecting it back tomorrow."

"Herring? He's across town from Stephan's, right?" He asks, "I'll have to give him a talking to about all the work I'm doing here." he grumbles sarcastically, she rolls her eyes despite his inability to see it, everyone knows the old man is a sweetheart… especially to people like her. "Go easy on the old man will you, he's in his seventies."

…one more night and tomorrow her life begins, Bunnie worked very hard to get to where she wants to be and this time tomorrow this town will be just a memory…

Manny shuts the hood. "You're running on fumes here." She groans, rubbing her temples. "The fuel gauge is a bit faulty… I didn't realise I was cutting it that close." He walks back to the driver's side, leaning against the door. "Need a ride? Let me save you the hassle of walking all the way to the nearest truck stop and back in the dark." He offers with that same smile plastered on his face, she matches he's grin. "What, no Friday night plans?" He steps back allowing her to get out, the height difference is much more pronounced standing in front of him, even in platform heels he's looking down at her. "I do now."

"Charmer." Bunnie jokes as he starts packing up his tools and she heads to his truck. They'll have to turn back the way she came…

Bunnie settles in, looking out at the uneventful scenery passing by, the radio plays quietly, he doesn't seem to mind her messing with it but she gives up on finding something interesting after landing on the classical station. "How long have you been in town?" She asks to fill the air between them. "Under a year, passing through on my way to better things… No offense." she scoffs rolling her eyes. "I've been passing through for a good eighteen years, been dying to get away forever." Bunnie shut her eyes for a moment, leaning back before turning her head to him, looking over his profile, his intense focus on the road ahead. "There's nothing for me here."

"Not on good terms with your folks?" He probes. "Honestly? They've been out of the picture for a while… Their choice." She shrugs like aging out before her parents got their act together wasn't deeply painful. "My old man took off back to his home state when I was small but damn, both of them? I figure my father had his reasons but I can't imagine what that must be like."

"I suppose they probably had their reasons too," resentment clear as she leans forward and starts going through the glove box to occupy her hands, "not that I know what their deal is, I don't even have family in this area-"

Bunnie stops mid sentence as she pulls out a large knife, she looks at him as he gets ahead of the inevitable questions. "One of my uncle's hunting knives, got this truck from him too." She looks down at the knife, curiously pulling it partially from it's sheathe, the initials R.K. are engraved on the blade. Manny grabs the knife before she could ask about it. "Hey! That's a good way to go about getting cut!" He stashes it in the centre console, "Just one bump in the road and, whoops! My interior is ruined, do you have any idea how hard blood is to clean?" Bunnie realizes how much she's been pushing her luck. "I'm sorry, you're going out of your way to do me a favour, I should've been more respectful." he sighs as she closes the glove box, "No. No, don't worry about it. I got that same speech at half our age… we don't all have knife safety drilled in at an early age."

Silence stretches out awkwardly for a few minutes before she speaks again. "You hunt?" he nods. "It's all but mandatory in my family, killed my first rabbit before I learnt how to ride a bike." she relaxes again, "I always wanted to be an author, what about you?" she sees him glancing at her in the rear view mirror, shrugging. "My father always said to leave my mark on the world, was never sure what he meant by that," he thinks for a moment before saying. "An artist, that's what I want to be."

"Yeah?" she leans forward, genuinely curious. "Tell me about it."

"There's this painting I saw in a book once, dogs piling on a larger animal, tearing into it, you take a normal person hunting and they will pass out at the sight of blood, you make it into a painting and suddenly it's art… 'A powerful statement', that's what was said about it." He grips the steering wheel, a serious look on his face as he attempts to explain. "I need to do something like that, leave my signature on society. Make people feel something they've never felt before… Something profound."

"I wouldn't have pegged you as the philosophical type." she looks him over again with this fresh lens, she leans her face on her palm. "Do you really plan to stay on as a mechanic instead of going after your dreams?" he furrows his brow, deeply contemplating something, she looks out the window… She could have sworn that they'd be there by now, she's passed that truck stop twice a day every week for months. Even with the radio playing quietly an unsettling silence fills the space between them, a thousand words catch as a lump in her throat as she looks at him… More a stranger than he had been, she can't think clearly, she reaches to turn off the radio but he knocks her hand away, turning the volume as loud as it can go. She instinctively yells at the sudden ear splitting noise but can't hear her own voice-

Bunnie is thrown back into her seat as Manny makes a hard turn off the road. Speeding down rough dirt. Her heart pounds violently in her chest, she can barely breathe. He hits the breaks as she attempts to grab the wheel, sending her flying forward at the sudden stop. Pain bursts in her wrist as she instinctively throws her arms out to protect her head. She throws herself out of his truck as fast as the door will open, falling on her hands and knees on the rough gravelly dirt she doesn't look back as she scrambles to her feet running.

Adrenaline and fear pushing her forward, unable to process the world around her. She twists her ankle putting a foot wrong, sending her tumbling into a ditch. She hits the ground hard, the air knocked from her lungs. As she struggles to move she sees him… The glint of moonlight on the hunting knife caught her eye, his gait untroubled, Smug… The look in his eye, that intense gaze… Blood ran from a cut in her brow, mixing with tears on her cheek. __

[…as the Rabbit struggles, the snare tightens preventing escape, constricting in the desperate fight for freedom, strangling the animal in the process…] __

Manny had killed his first rabbit before he learned how to ride a bike… It had far less blood. He lay at the bottom of a ditch, the familiar knife handle gripped white knuckled as he caught his breath… Blood soaks into the dirt, sticks to his skin… Stains the soft fabric of her dress, his blond hair slick with sweat and blood like hers… as he gets to his feet, looking down at his work, at that look etched on the face… He can't help but laugh as his life suddenly made sense, he let the knife slip from his aching hands with a dull thud…

Clarity. He felt neither remorse nor damned for his actions… This euphoric feeling washes over him, pure catharsis. Getting high with misfits back home doesn't compare… His mind is clear and he feels a profound sense that this is what he was meant to do… That this is who he is.

[Monday]

The two old men sit out front of the garage, the morning passes at a crawl as the apprentice mechanic works on the older of the two's car… "It hasn't seen that much wear in years," Mr Herring leans back in his chair, watching passing cars. "It was a good thing you did for her," Stephan reassured, taking a sip of his coffee. "It gave her one less thing to stress about over the summer."

"Shame she didn't stick around to say goodbye." The older man sighs, Stephan puts a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure she wanted to, you know she was cutting it close before the start of her studies." Herring nods, the old car he'd been loaning was in his driveway when he woke on Saturday morning, it hasn't done that many miles in a good decade but it was a good thing, he smiles. "I'm going to miss that girl." he looks up at the vast sky, not a single cloud drifting over head, a gentle breeze cools the summer heat. "She deserves to be happy," Stephan finishes his cup, getting up from his chair. "She's worked hard enough for it." He looks back into the shop, calling out. "How's it looking?"

Manny had been in an upbeat mood all morning, he walks to the doorway, as professional as the boy can manage. "The fuel gauge is faulty, I suggest getting it fixed before you end up stranded on the side of the road."

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#the devil in me #the dark pictures anthology #The dark pictures the devil in me #Manny Sherman #The Beast of Arkansas #oneshot #Fanfic #ramblings #supermassive games

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sea-changed · 2 months ago

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@leftenantjopson --replying indirectly here to your Young Lions ask so as to avoid spoilers.

i. That's a good point about the characters' awareness of time. That the book is published so soon after the end of the war is one of the things that is extra fascinating to me about it--it's clearly part of a wave of novels from authors trying to make sense of the war, and it's interesting to me that it was so successful at the time (it was the tenth-highest bestselling book of 1948; the only other war novel on that list is The Naked and the Dead at number two), and also that it's so expansive in its scope. It's clearly trying to make sense not just of the war as an experience (though it's certainly doing that as well) but the war as a historical event and the Holocaust as an event as well. That Shaw is grappling with all of this in the immediate wake of the war makes it to me an especially interesting historical artifact, as well as a good and interesting novel.

[further thoughts and spoilers under the cut]

ii. I would be generally very interested in a gender analysis of the novel. If I remember correctly the quote you mention is from one of the Christian POV sections, and clearly Shaw is doing a lot of things with his POV and how it's presented. I find it interesting that to my memory (which could be faulty; it's been a few months now since I finished reading it) both Michael and especially Christian have some pretty misogynistic POV moments, whereas Noah largely doesn't, which makes me think especially that it was a specific choice and not just ambient authorial misogyny coming through.

iii. I definitely think there's meaning in Michael being the sole survivor. I'm not sure I have enough of a handle on it to articulate it well, but there's something haunting in the sort of clueless, uninvolved American being the only survivor and then the novel just ending there. Even 1948 is far enough in the future that there's a sort of bleak nod to the position America is in after the war, I think.

#ask #leftenantjopson #wwii book club

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ayakamizu · 9 months ago

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FFXIV Write 2024 Day 21 - Shade

Shade: Noun. A specter or ghost. Characters: Emet-Selch, others mentioned Expansion: Shadowbringers Rating: G Notes: Diving into Emet's POV for this one! Spoilers for Shadowbringers and bits of Endwalker applies. Referenced EmetAzem (tfw you're getting haunted by your sort of ex-wife).

Being around the Warrior of Light is… difficult.

Hydaelyn’s Champion, a hero of great renown, and the bearer of a soul so familiar it made Emet-Selch flinch the first time he sensed it. Anger, disgust, and longing roared within him at the sight of that specific hue.

In moments of weakness, he wondered if his memory of her had started to become faulty. Some nights, as he laid next to his mortal wives, he dreamed of her—the way her long, dark hair rested against her back and the secretive curl of her lips as she conspired with Hythlodaeus. Her voice rang clear in his mind even if the exact shade of her eyes started to fade from his memory.

Unlike Hythlodaeus, there was no ghost of her to wander the streets of Amaurot’s shade. In a fit of rage, he denied himself the option. Now he regretted it, if only because the Warrior of Light’s appearance made him question everything he thought he knew. It would have been easier to remake her when the memory was fresh—like Hythlodaeus—instead of looking and wondering and questioning.

‘You would appear like this at the cusp of my victory,’ Emet-Selch thought. ‘Just as dramatic as your husband, despite your claims otherwise.’

“I never claimed otherwise,” He could hear her tease, a playful bop to his nose just because she could. Hythlodaeus would be nearby, trying to hide his amusement at her affection while Emet-Selch would scowl. “You needed more of a challenge, dear. You shouldn’t expect things to always go your way.”

She wouldn’t be apologetic about it; she opposed the plan to summon Zodiark after all. It had been the cause of their last argument before Emet-Selch woke the next morning and found her gone.

She haunted his every step this journey—why not more plainly at the end?

#ffxivwrite2024 #ffxiv #ffxiv writing #expac: shadowbringers #c: emet selch #aya: writing #ship: shadow of them

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wrens-garden · 1 year ago

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Outsiders, Krowfangs POV, episode 7

It's been weeks since it last 'woke up'. Nearly no hunger bars, so… promising

Red solves his depression with beer, Red has given some to Krow despite Kyles protests. Red is an interesting character.

The theatre looks like it's being prepared for a show, and Apo's fake head has been taken off the stick in the archery range.

Krow has just been told about Owen, Magic and Bek are going to clearing 2. It's upset that it took Owen telling it, to know, but doesn't think it can blame anyone as it's been in a hole for weeks.

Krow and Kyle seem to bond by insulting each other. Krow is very protective of Ayngel. Krow thinks it's messed up that no one told Ayngel or itself about them going to clearing 2.

Krow seems to have faulty memory surrounding Guts poisoning Magic (Probably just cc!Krow forgetting things that happened)

They're updating the book. Guts is staying because they tried to kill Red, Rasbi, Squidney, Spidey and Mohwee are going. Krow thinks that they can't be on the list simply because they like them, they need to assure themselves.

Squidney was only coming along because she's caused no issues, and she might have knowledge of the maze but, she's injured and might mentally give up. Mohwee is too hotheaded. Spidey can't bring anything. Rasbi Krow doesn't know much about, but she just seems depressed.

The list is no longer about people to keep in the clearing, but instead people that will run the maze with them. Krow thinks a lot of the people in the clearing would betray them if they don't betray them first.

The new list is: Krow, Ori, Guts, Owen, Silvia, Kyle

Krow says that if Ayngel was hurt, it would leave her behind too, but expects her to do the same for it. Because if she stops because Krow is injured, the last thing it will see is her dying too. Ayngel says she thinks Krow as her friend and isn't simply being nice to it. It loves Ayngel and would do anything for her within the clearing, but in the maze that's not an option.

Krow has fallen off the deep end majorly. I get where it's coming from but wow.

They're not taking Bek because Krow thinks she'll betray them unnecessarily, or Magic because she would sacrifice herself, and Krow doesn't want people doing that.

Currently, it's asking Silvia. Silvia seems receptive to the idea.

They're going to see if Bek, Magic and Owen have returned. Krow has been told what happened, and thinks it's kinda makes sense. Krow says it's like Beks to leave someone behind. I'm starting to see where Krow gets its ideologies from. It's trying to rationalize what happened, part of it believes it, part of it doesn't.

It is sure Magic would say goodbye if she planned to stay. Krow won't go after Magic, even if she would go after it, because it can't ba a hypocrite.

It's gone into the maze to "Observe how good they are". It's heading back because it won't get lost for Magic.

Ayngel has asked it if this is not what it wanted. Krow can't seem to explain. Krow asks why Bek isn't going with Owen and Gracie. Bek is holding a show. Krow doesn't seem amused, it is struggling to balance keeping everyone in the clearing safe while keeping in mind the fact it will leave anyone who falls behind. Krow thinks Bek is covering something up, Ayngel thinks Bek has a point and that it'll help lift spirits.

The show has started. Literally, only Ayngel and Krow were there, but then the cutscene happens and everyone shows up.

Krow seems hysterical. Krow never trusted Bek, but now it doesn't seem to trust anyone. Ayngel is telling Krow what Bek did to Magic. Magic is breaking up Bek's stage. No longer seems hysterical, but still very upset and balancing on a thin line between anger and sadness

It keeps referring to clearing B as home. Ow my heart

Krows been told Bek is the reason clearing 2 is dead. Krow is distraught, Magic thought Krow was laughing and hit it, and now Krow has walked off. Krow seems to think it should have figured that out sooner, but wants Bek dead nonetheless.

Krow has run into the maze, it says it's lost it. It has returned to the clearing, says it can't be a hypocrite, but it will be going back.

Krow is upset that Clearing 1 are talking politics, thinks they're selfish and don't care about Clearing B. it has finally confronted them. Krow has said they need to start killing people (I hate dramatic conversations like this, they give me such second hand embarrassment, so I keep stopping. Can I be allowed to skip them? Please, I can't handle it, even if I think Krow is right)

Krow says that everyone ignores what they don't want to hear. Guts says that Apo killing people would have meant the death penalty where she was from. Owen has called Krow a psychopath, Krow called Owen twisted (I believe). Magic is telling them all that Bek killed everyone. Ayngel is saying that everyone was mad at the fact Apo broke their trust rather than dooming a clearing. Krow thinks everyone was pitying them.

Magic says there is only 4 of them now, and they have to work together, she is upset that their first thought when she told them the truth was Apo. Krow says that there isn't a clearing A and B any more. Magic says that because Krow wants to kill them, Krow is just as bad as Bek. Krow is understandably upset about that comparison.

Krow and Magic are fighting. Krow is no longer being led by Magic, apparently.

Kyle doesn't believe in a lot of what Krow says, but he agrees with the need to get out of the maze. Kyle apparently disarmed traps. Krow says Kyle is like Ori, says only truths so you can't really disagree but acknowledges that Acho has to come with as well. Krow won't kill Acho for no reason, but asking helps it understand Kyle's loyalty. They've come back to the clearing, Magic and Gracie were waiting on them.

Magic wants to talk to Krow. Getting a weird sense of déjà vu right now. Krow thinks Magic is a bad leader. Magic insists Krow doesn't mean it when it says to kill off the weak people (Pretty sure weak just means those that killed people in this context), Krow insists it does.

Why do I feel like Krow is still grieving and is just regurgitating everything Bek said to hide behind and find some semblance of comfort in? It just seems like something Bek would say, especially if Krow didn't trust Bek, it's something that can be overlooked coming from someone you trust but because no one seems to trust Krow they actually pay attention to what it says. Krow seems the type to actually pay attention to what people say, even if it likes them, so should someone have said that it would have noticed while others might not have, especially if it was in a passing comment and not announced like Krow did. I don't know. Negative comments aren't easily forgettable, so obviously Krow would have remembered it, and if other people seemingly didn't care about what was said, Krow could be using it as some shield to hide behind while it grieves. It's very steady on anger in the grief stages, that and depression, so I don't doubt that in some way it's struggling through grief and just fumbling as no one other than Ayngel, and Magic, actually checked up on it. Do you get what I mean?

Krow and Magic are arguing again. Magic is kinda fumbling her point right now, she just complimented it for a minute and probably would have kept that up if Krow didn't interrupt. Krow really wants Magic to be selfish for once. Magic says she'll be there if Krow needs her, Krow doesn't want her to.

Right, that's it for this stream. That was an emotional ride. No more tonight. I'll try to do 2 tomorrow, as the next 2 stream are around an hour each. No promises though.

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ineffable-suffering · 1 year ago

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While I‘m not necessarily wholly on board with there being two separate Crowleys, I did find this to be an interesting read. I agree that there is something very odd and off its axis in almost all of S2. I‘ve spent hours, days, trying to pinpoint it to certain characters and dialogues but it always slips away before I can.

The literal wrong sides, the massive miscommunication between Crowley and Aziraphale for the whole Season, the way reality and memory does and doesn‘t work, the recurring characters in the background, Crowley‘s constant change in appearance, Aziraphale’s complete ignorance toward the very apparent threats that are literally all around them and, what somehow almost bugs me most, where is God?

In one of my longer metas linked in my pinned master meta post, I talk about how all of the flashbacks are told predominantly from Aziraphale‘s POV, which is why they seem so different and faulty/off at many points. Like a memory, sort of vague and biased. When it comes to the present day happenings, however, I still can‘t put my finger on what exactly it is. It just is.

Bloody furniture, again.

But hey, all the more reason to be very excited for S3. Thanks for an interesting read, OP!

Two Crowleys

A while ago, the wonderful mind of @noneorother posted this meta about the puppets in the magic shop.

The observation that there appear to be two Crowleys in the shot of the puppet arrangement had me absolutely scratching my head and thinking they must be mistaken somehow.

(pic from @noneorother)

But then I got my hands on some of the Amazon X-ray extras, and discovered these little gems from the album covers in Maggie's record shop:

Now, going back to our color-coding for a moment, we may not know what all the colors in Good Omens mean, and we may not have all the colors down. But we do know a few, and we know that color-coding in Good Omens does exist, and that it matters.

Auburn and vavoom yellow are Crowley's colors. They are the colors of his hair and eyes. Black and scarlet red are the colors he wears. So those four colors are Crowley-coded colors. Okay.

Thus, these two record albums from Maggie's shop are Crowley-colored. Now, notice something important? Well, two things. The first -- Raga Koboj has TWO little sharp-clawed critters peering out at us from behind blinds. I daresay they are meant to be little cartoon demons, yes? And CT Bazz: Dank Balaclava features a face in a red ski mask. People usually wear ski masks if A. it's cold as tits outside, or B. if they're trying to hide their identity. So both albums feature Crowley colors AND images of hiding -- plus one features an image of twinsies.

The other important thing takes us back to color-coding. What other color do we see here besides our well-known Crowley colors? On Raga Koboj, the auburn and vavoom yellow blend into each other -- creating orange between them. And Dank Balaclava features a cigarette being lit -- with a little flair of orange fire.

This leads me to believe two things: Yes, TWO Crowleys. One Crowley in hiding, the other a twin. And that orange is Crowley's secret color.

Where else do we see orange?

Yep, the pillars n Aziraphale's shop. Which we also know is painted Crowley Auburn on the outside and Vavoom Yellow on the inside. With accents of this nice saffron orange on the pillars.

Want more proof? Okay.

Several people have noted that Aziraphale and Crowley keep to each other's right and left, respectively. Aziraphale on the right, Crowley on the left. In season 1, whenever they are on the opposite sides of each other, something's up. Not wrong, necessarily, but not in proper order. As in the image-swap/body-swap. Several people have also noted that Crowley is on Aziraphale's right far more frequently in season 2. And look here:

Aziraphale looks instinctively to his left when Crowley approaches -- only this Crowley, the twin, is not approaching on Aziraphale's left. This happens in more than one scene.

And when Aziraphale introduces Crowley to Nina in the coffee shop in episode one, he says, "This is, um, Crowley." As if he's quickly deciding how to name this individual who looks like his demon but approached on his right. Aziraphale "ums" and hesitates a lot this season, but he's also lying a lot. Hesitation and "um" is one of his tells.

I believe Aziraphale knows this isn't Crowley 1.0. But he acts and talks to this Crowley as if it's Crowley 1.0, so I don't think it's an imposter or someone pretending to be Crowley who isn't. I think Crowley's split himself in two. Am I sure about that? No. But it's where I'm leaning at this moment.

But Crowley 1.0 isn't missing entirely. Look here:

Aziraphale is looking over his left shoulder for his demon, and Crowley's right there, where he should be.

So yeah, TWO Crowleys.

Now where the heck is Crowley while his twin is out walking around on Aziraphale's right side? I really don't know what he might be up to, but I think he's in contact. Reachable, at least.

Let's look at this one again. Who's this?

No, not the guy in the foreground. The guy in the back. No, not the dude wearing tartan, the other guy. The guy in front of the ORANGE pillar, the guy on Crowley-twin's LEFT shoulder.

Is that Crowley 1.0? Or at least, a way for Crowley to be in touch while he's off doing whatever the heck he's doing? I think it is.

Would you like some more proof?

Okay. How about another record album from Maggie's shop?

Back to color-coding again. That baby-blue/red combo seems to indicate Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship together. The baby-blue is the color of Aziraphale's shirt, while the red is one that Crowley wears, mostly around his neck, although it also appears elsewhere in his costuming.

Au Revoir, Fingers! Crowley's just a head now. But a head has ears and eyes, so Aziraphale can communicate with it. As I suspect he tries to here, before Jim interrupts:

But wait. Back to Au Revoir Fingers for a moment. Red Eye Smile?

And red eyes? Fuck me.

A very few people have pointed out that there are lots of dual red taillights in multiple shots, frequently framed rather carefully. I had dismissed it, as I usually do when something turns out to be freaking important.

Someone's watching. I think it might be Crowley 1.0.

Then there's that bit where he's driving back to Whickber street, after coming back from Hell, and he first zooms around a bus with red taillights and says, "There's only room for one of us in this lane and it's not you," then he changes a pair of red stop lights to green and says "Don't you even think about it. There, that's better." Is he arguing with himself?? Telling the Other Crowley that it's his turn right now, not his? Of course I can't find a GIF or picture of that right now, but you know what I mean, right? Neil had to cut a bunch of material out of the finished show to fit Amazon's time limit requirements. That scene would seem to be an easy cut to make -- unless the scene matters to the overall plot too much to cut.

I also suspect that Crowley might be talking to himself in the book shop at the end of season 2. You know, when he turns Aziraphale's chair around to face the right way, but when Maggie and Nina come in it's facing the center of the room again? I suspect Crowley 1.0 and 2.0 had a chat. I do not know about what. Just sharing information?

I also wonder if Crowley 2.0 might have his own POV scenes -- thus confusing the already complicated POV situation even more. The white head statue sure gets several shots where it's in center frame, as if it is the POV character in that scene.

That's what I got, my fellow brain rotters. There's my evidence.

In conclusion: Two Crowleys. Yeah, I think so. Now, for the big question:

WHY???

What is Crowley doing that there needs to be two of him? And is it just twinsies, or is that someone else pretending to be Crowley and I'm wrong? Aziraphale definitely seems to know that's NOT his original Crowley, but tells the demon important information without hesitation, so I'm still suspecting Crowley twinned himself. But what if I'm wrong? Who is it then? And why are they pretending to be Crowley? And why does Aziraphale seem to know it's not Crowley, but still talk to him like it is?

I have no answers.

Thanks for crackpotting and going nuts with me, yet again. I hope this keeps you up at night like it's done me.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta

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acacia-may · 2 years ago

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Faulty Wires and Empty Spaces [YTTD Fanfic]

Description: Finding Kai sparks a malfunction in Ranger's AI, drudging up a puzzling memory of two brothers and leaving Ranger questioning whether there really is a certain break in his circuitry--faulty wires misfiring into empty spaces. Could there really be something...missing?

Fandom: Your Turn To Die [MAJOR YTTD SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 2 AND THE KAI MINISODE]

Genre: Heavy Angst, Tragedy, Extremely Dark Themes, Family Angst, Problematic/Complicated Fictional Sibling Relationship, Childhood Trauma, Some Sibling Hurt/Comfort in a Flashback but This Story Is Mostly Hurt With Very Little Comfort, Mid-Canon, Possibly(?) Canon Divergent, Character Study, Dark Character, Tragic Character, Unreliable Narrator, No Happy Endings.

Platonic Relationships: Rio Ranger & Kai Satou. Kai & Sei (*cries*).

Characters: Rio Ranger (POV Character). Kai Satou. Sei.

Rating: T for Language and Extremely Dark Themes (Please see "Warnings" below for more details).

Warnings: Language. Character Death. Implied/Referenced Suicide. Implied/Referenced Character Death. Implied/Referenced Murder. Implied/Referenced Death Game. Implied/Referenced Child Abuse. Childhood Trauma. Blood and Injury. No depicted graphic violence but many references to it. RANGER is the POV character (Seriously. The POV character is a deranged sociopathic murder doll. An extremely tragic deranged and sociopathic murder doll and one of my favorite villains of all time, but still... Goes without saying this is a DARK story. Please proceed with caution, friends). Mid-Canon. Possibly(?) Canon Divergent. Pain and Suffering. No Happy Endings. MAJOR SPOILERS for Chapter 2 and the Kai Minisode.

Word Count: 2338

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site, but reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated. Thank you!

Note: Many thanks to @repo-net the great for generously offering to read the draft of this story and for providing very helpful notes and feedback as well as the confidence to actually post this. (I couldn't have done it with you!) Another special word of thanks to my sister who played YTTD with me and who loves Kai very, very much--this story is dedicated to her. 💕

Story below the cut. Thank you so much for reading!

Click. The snaps of the hairclip are clasped around my hair now. Without a mirror, I can’t tell exactly how it looks, but I pinned it to the exact same spot as that dead human so it must look just as good in my hair as it did in his. Better actually, seeing as he looked pretty pathetic. They always do—especially when they’re dead.

My head tilts as I stand over the body. There are small tears all over the clothes from those mechanical leeches. Death by exsanguination is fun, sure, but messy and…

My hands quickly shuffle through my expression cards. Frustration. The etched face glares down at those ripped clothes. Blood stains are fine. I’ve no problem with those. They add character. And besides, Safalin can always clean it off if I want. But tears and rips? Nothing doing! Guess, the hairpin’s all I’ll get out of this one.

With a huff and shrug of my shoulders, I switch expressions until my mouth is all cutesy like a little kitten that makes you want to throw up. Luckily there’s another one with clothes intact from the looks of it. Some cheeky bastard Miley couldn’t shut up about because he had the audacity to off himself or something. Where’s the fun in that?

My hands twitch—shuffling through mouths again until I’m grinning down at the second body. Not so cheeky now that he’s lying face down in his own blood. All that fake bravado and resistance only got him so much, huh? Humans are so stupid. Such pathetic and worthless creatures. Though this one’s not completely worthless, I suppose. At least his clothes aren’t all ripped up, and what’s that tied around his waist?

I flip the body.

It’s an apron.

My hands stop, and my head tilts curiously at the corpse. Have I seen this person somewhere before?

Sparks of electricity interrupt my train of thought. A malfunction perhaps? Faulty wiring? No good.

My vision goes suddenly blurry. There’s a whirring sound—a pounding and sparking sensation of misfiring circuitry.

I forget to change my expression. What is it right now? And what should it be? A grin? A frown? A—?

My head throbs. I have no choice but to stop thinking. All that’s left is the deafening whirring sound. The spinning room. Electric impulses to nowhere but a dark empty space. Broken wires. And a noise—a…a voice… You… You protected me.

I clutch my hair in clumps. My hands curling around that hairpin. Stop it. Dad will be so angry when he finds out about this. I’m his prized doll. His favorite—

The whirring finally stops. I can see something now. A…A dark crammed room. A cot in the corner. Two shadowy figures.

“What are you doing here, dumbass?” grunts the figure on the cot slowly coming into focus. He is curled around his stomach—wrapped with bandages soaked red with blood. Pathetic. Humans are always so easily injured.

“Sei, you’re okay.” The other figure has an expression not unlike the one many humans have right before they’re filled with crushing despair—as if they truly believe something better is waiting for them out there. I’ve seen it plenty of times, but there’s something especially familiar about this one. Have I seen this face before? Is this—?

I stop. That person…that boy. It’s that body with the apron.

I clutch my head as that whirring noise starts again. Electric sparks fire off into nowhere. I’ll have to talk to Safalin about this faulty wiring before Dad finds out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” huffs the other figure, Sei, I guess. Humans and their stupid names I suppose.

“You’ve been unconscious for two days. I thought you were…”

Sei huffs and runs a hand through his matted orange hair. “It’s going to take more than a stupid stab wound to kill me, Kai.” He frowns—blinking at Kai with narrowed amber eyes. I think about reaching for one of my own expressions, but I can’t seem to move. What is this bullshit? Why does this tiny, weak human look so much like…?

“It was a deep wound,” argues Kai though his face and voice betray no emotions. “I asked Father to get you stitches. He eventually agreed. They were kind of crude though, so I’ve been trying to keep the wound clean.”

Sei frowns again. More sparks. More wires. I can hear his voice even though his mouth doesn’t move: “I bet Father would’ve made sure you got stitches, Kai.” My mouth twitches. He’s jealous of the little dumbass. Of course, he is. Humans are so predictable.

“You’ve always been Father’s favorite.” I hear Sei clear as day—that envy, that bitterness in his voice despite him not speaking any words at all. Can I read minds now? Not bad for a malfunction. Maybe I’ll keep that—if it’s not connected to that damn whirring sound and those shocks from live wires firing off into empty space, that is. There’s that throbbing in my head again. Clearly the circuit is interrupted or something.

“I was worried the wound might go septic so I’ve been replacing the bandages,” Kai says aloud. I guess I can’t read his mind, though I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just empty. He seems like the type. “I’ve also been making soup, but you haven’t been able to eat anything…”

“You made soup? Are you trying to poison me?” quips Sei, quirking an eyebrow. My head aches.

“No.” Kai blinks before fumbling around for a bowl and holding it out to Sei. Show off, I hear Sei think. My head whirls again. Can I only read Sei’s mind? And why in the hell does he look so much like—?

“Look at you, Kai,” Sei’s speaking voice cuts me off. Kai holds out a spoonful of soup to him, and as Sei reaches for it, he writhes in pain—coiling around that wound in his stomach in a way that’s clearly imperceptible to Kai but… I glance down at my hand clutching that exact spot on my own body on some kind of reflex. I can almost feel that wound throbbing in my side. What the hell? “You’re basically a house husband now. All you’re missing is an apron.”

Apron? My head tilts. Didn’t that body have an…?

That infernal whirring noise cuts off my thoughts. This has to be the strangest malfunction in history. Am I somehow seeing that cheeky dumbass’s life flashing before his eyes?

No. Something immediately clicks somewhere amidst the misfiring wires. Not Kai. Sei. This is Sei’s memory.

My head spins, and I start to lose my balance. I can’t believe it has taken me so long to realize it. No wonder that pathetic little human looks so much like me. He must have been the basis for my AI.

Unable to reach for my expression cards, my own mouth curves into a frown. I am definitely malfunctioning. I’m a perfected version of a human—the superior Sei, I suppose you could say. I shouldn’t see his memories like this so why—?

“You think so?” asks Kai, cutting me off. I can’t remember what he and Sei were even talking about, but Sei must have found it amusing seeing as he snorted a dry chuckle.

“Yeah, but you don’t need to do anything else. I’m fine now.”

My head burns with the sparks of live wires in busted circuitry again. What the hell’s going on?

“Sei…”

“What’d you even want to take care of me for anyway?” he snaps jerking away from Kai. He slumps over, and his whole body seems to twist around his injury. The dumbass human. That wound is probably throbbing with pain from the sudden movement, and my own side pangs—as if I can feel the sting of his wounds just like I can feel his jealousy. His frustration. His anger. His… His…

My head tilts, and I blink at him. There is something else there, but I don’t have a clue what it is. Before I can even begin to think of it, however, I hear those same words from when I first started malfunctioning.

“You…You protected me.”

Sei huffs. “Why would I do that, airhead?”

“You protected me,” Kai repeats matter-of-factly. “You didn’t have to, and if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been injured.”

“I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nothing doing,” Sei insists, but his words are laced with indignance and—fear? What could he possibly be afraid of?

Kai just blinks at him—for far too long, in my opinion, and then he says exactly the kind of dumbass comment you’d expect from a human: “Thank you, Sei.”

As I wait for Sei to rage or argue or tell him off, my head starts throbbing again marking the return of that unbearable whirring noise.

“Forget about it,” Sei grunts. “We’re even now—since you looked after me or whatever. Don’t make this a big deal.”

Kai shakes his head—the infuriating little bastard, but I don’t pick up on much anger or frustration from Sei. Stupid human…

“It’s not about getting even, Sei. I didn’t take care of you for that.”

“Then why…?” Sei only mumbles, but Kai must have understood. He meets his eyes.

“Because we’re brothers.”

Immediately, Sei rolls over on the cot so he’s facing away from Kai, his brother apparently though they don’t look a thing alike. He groans clutching his wound which he must’ve forgotten about for a moment. Tears well in his eyes—the pathetic little human. Their tolerance for pain is always so low. But it’s strange… I don’t feel much of that pang in my side this time.

My brow furrows. Sei must be utterly tortured by his wound given how red and puffy his eyes suddenly became. How agonizingly painful it must be. I wonder why I don’t feel it anymore—I don’t feel anything of his anymore. No anger. No inferiority. No fear. No jealousy. He’s feeling—my head throbs again—something else? Something more? Something deeper…?

Those sparks of electricity dart through my mind as it whirls and pounds—probably trying to complete its busted-up circuit but winding up dead in empty space. Empty space?

“Sei?” asks Kai rushing over to the other side of the cot. When he sees Sei’s bloodshot eyes, his own eyes widen.

Huffing, Sei covers his face with his hands. “Dammit, Kai!”

“I didn’t want you to see that,” I can hear his thoughts clear as day. “I didn’t want you to know…”

Know? Know what?

Kai blinks at him for a long time. My head spins. Sei wipes his eyes. Broken wires fire at random—sparks flying everywhere as if they’re darting into dark and empty corners of my mind I didn’t know I had. What?

Bullshit! If I’m following his brain patterns mine should be even better than his—not filled with faulty wires and empty spaces.

“Kai!” Sei’s startled gasp distracts me once again from my own malfunctioning mind. Kai has his arms draped around him. I shake my head. What a stupid thing—especially seeing as he’ll probably just end up bumping, poking, or aggravating that injury. Sei, however, doesn’t seem to care. His whole, tense body seems to relax as he shifts in his seat so he can wrap an arm around Kai shoulders.

I hear Sei’s thoughts loud, clear, and determined as his brother grips onto him tightly and pulls him close. “I’d do it again—if that’s what it took to protect you.”

That whirring noise. That pounding in my head. The little sparks and burns of misfired electric currents. If I could move, I would clutch my aching head, but I can’t move. I can barely even think. I can only watch, growing more and more painfully aware of a glaring break in my malfunctioning circuit—of my faulty wires and empty spaces.

I clench my fist. Does Sei have something…I don’t?

Surely not. After all, I am his perfected version—his superior version. Dad’s greatest creation. There’s nothing a filthy, worthless human could have that I don’t already possess in its most perfect form.

But then—what? What is he—?

“I’m just… I’m glad you’re okay…” Sei mumbles quickly before pulling away from Kai as I wrack my brain with bits and pieces of unanswered questions. Feeling those electric currents in dark synapses to nowhere—as if something is…missing.

Faulty wires. Empty spaces.

Something burns in my mind. Am I really that…broken?

My head pounds and so does my circuitry—pulsing with rage as I grit my teeth, clench my fists, then tear and swipe at the memory. I shouldn’t have dark and empty corners. I shouldn’t have busted up circuits or faulty wiring. My circuitry is perfect. My programming is perfect. I am perfect. Superior to this flawed prototype. I am not broken!

I rip that worthless human’s memory apart until it’s as torn and bedraggled as the clothes on the body of the Sacrifice. Now that even the phantom of that memory is in shreds, I can see that body and its ripped up clothes again—weak, pathetic, and useless, slumped over in a worthless dead heap. Just like Kai’s.

I tower over what’s left of him—staring at it until I can see nothing else. Nothing except his long, matted strands of hair, his pale, sallow skin, and wrinkled, bloodstained apron. My head throbs and burns with live wires of broken circuits. I can still hear his voice. You…You protected me.

I pound at my head with clenched fists. Tugging at clumps of my hair. Pulling at that hairpin until…it all finally ends.

…

My head tilts as I stare down at his body. I shuffle through my expression cards until I’m grinning once again. No more faulty wires. No more empty spaces.

With a swift flourish, I take his apron. It’s mine now.

#rio ranger #kai satou #sei yttd #yttd fanfic #kimi ga shine #your turn to die #yttd spoilers #thanks for reading #my first work in this fandom #cries about the satou brothers

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rndyounghowze · 2 years ago

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Young Howze Theatre Awards 2023 Nominees

Our Award Show is March 26 at 5PM EST. If you see your name here please email us at [email protected] You can support our work by donating on Venmo @rndyounghowze. We are still looking for ASL interpreters! If you know of any service that could help please let us know!

Solo Awards

"All By Myself Award" For Solo Performer Of The Year

Megan Quick in “And Toto Too”

Anabell Ramirez in “Book of Sirens”

Timothy Mooney in “Man Cave”

“Flying Solo” For Solo Show Of The Year

“And Toto Too” by Megan Quick

“Book of Sirens” by Pro English Theatre

“Man Cave” by Timothy Mooney

“Good Adoptee” by Suzanne Bachner

"Campfire Award" For Storyteller of The Year

Daniel Kinch in “Story of the Falling Don”

Erika Eileen Wade in “Da Rhythm Da Blues”

Mina Liccione in “Growing Up Ringside”

Mind-Blowing Awards

"Mind-Blowing Stage" For Stage Writing Of The Year

“Monsters of American Cinema” by Christian St. Croix

“La Race” by Bleu Beckford-Burell

“Sherlock Holmes Valley Of Fear” by Nick Lane

“Lavender Men” by Roger Q Mason

“Whickams Christmas at Pemberley” by Lauren Gunderson and Margot Melcon

"Mind-Blowing Shortie" For Short Form Writing Of The Year

“Wookiee in The Wilderness” by Marcus Scott

“By The Way” by Lisa Rosetta Strum

“Faulty Lock” by AJ Maryn

“Waterlillies” by Christine Hillary Lee

"Mind-Blowing Devising" For Devised Production Of The Year

“From Number to Name”

“Posthumous”

“Afterlife Job Fair”

“Artemisias Intent”

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Gail Russell “Wickhams: Christmas At Pemberley”

"Mix It Up" Award For Sound Designer Of The Year

Adrian Bridges in “Artemesia’s Intent”

Stepy Kamei in “One Bad Day”

Leonie Bell in “Arrow Of Time”

"Maestro Award" For Outstanding Musical Composition

Diana Oh for “The Cymbeline Project”

Nathan Leigh for “POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

Maurice Soque Jr. for “Non Player Character”

Director Of The Year

Taylor Reynolds in “La Race”

Lisa Scheps and Brian Cheslik in “Last Five Years”

Alex Borovenskiy in “Book Of Sirens”

Nick Lane “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide”

Short Form Director Of The Year

Destiny Whitaker in “All Out Of Spoons”

Zhailon Levingston and Tracy Conyer Lee in “Fire This Time Festival 22”

Cayle Komara in “Waterlillies”

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Christian St. Croix

Scarlett Kim

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TBA

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“Fire This Time Festival”

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“Memories of Over Development”

“Undine”

“Lovena”

"Billy Bard" For Digital Shakespeare Production Of The Year

“Rome-Oh No They Didn’t”

“Romeo and Juliet” by Sister Shakes

“Breakneck Romeo and Juliet”

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“Lavender Men”

“The Cymbeline Project”

“La Race”

“POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

"360" Award For VR Show of The Year

“Queerskins” Ark”

“Anakwad”

“Non Player Character”

“Discordance”

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“Section 230”

“Posthumous”

“POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

“Afterlife Job Fair”

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“Non Player Character”

“Lizard Boy”

“The Last Five Years”

"Can You Hear Me Now" For Audio Production Of The Year

“You’ve Reached Justin” By Christian St. Croix

“One Bad Day” By Stepy Kamei

“Arrow Of Time” By Allyson Dwyer

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"More Than Merely Players" Award For Outstanding Dramatic Performer Of The Year

Krissy Lemon in "The Last Five Years"

Mariah Freda in "Artemesia's Intent"

Susannah Perkins in "Arrow Of Time"

Ben Holbrook in "Arrow Of Time"

Blake Kubena in "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde"

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Imani Waweru in “Wickhams: Christmas at Pemberley”

Monique "Momo" Holt in “The Cymbeline Project”

Cristofer Jean in “The Cymbeline Project”

Stacey Sargeant in “La Race”

Melanie Leon in “Afterlife Job Fair”

"Capture" Award For VR Performer Of The Year

Debbie Deer in “VR Christmas Carol”

Brendan Bradley in “Non-Player Character”

Lena Adele Wolf in “Discordance”

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riftwalker-limbro · 2 years ago

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For Operator Kelth, 7. What is your favourite thing about this character?

hi hello!!! thank you for the ask >:)

already answered this specific one yesterday but i will do a different take on this character + question to keep things interesting - i think i will love writing kelth (haven't really been yet, because the mindset of the operator i've been writing is a mix of sufford & kelth, see my loreposts or ask if you'd like to know more abt that) because...

insecure beb. their faulty memory is giving them a lot of doubts about their ability, skills & knowledge. the lotus taking "evasively not-answering questions" to an olympic level does Not help w this

but they have the intuition & instincts & leadership to pull off the position the universe has put them in. i want to make it a bit of an internal battle between this & their insecurity

and from an author's POV, narratively, to me they are the perfect vessel for describing how i see the world of warframe. i'm literally building up bits of my personal lore specifically to allow me to continue doing this. as a creative, this kind of homegrown guy is very very nice to have in my arsenal

#kelth #ask game answers #>:)))

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hepaliendestielrecs · 4 years ago

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Hidden Gems Destiel Fic Rec

Amazing fics with <10k hits

Woven by MajorEnglishEsquire (@chuckwinchester) [T, <1k]

Bunker Fic, Fluff

"It's cooling down in the bunker and Cas can't find the blankets."

the whole package by @outpastthemoat [G, <1k]

Fluff, Dancing

Castiel is watching Dean’s face when the couples on the dance floor start slow dancing and Dean says suddenly, "I think it’s nice."

Whose Belt Is It Anyway? by Hatteress (@goddammitstacey) [T, 1k]

Season 8, Oblivious, UST

Prompted by the promo to 6.07 - Family Matters. There's a belt. It's not around someone's waist. So whose is it?

The Name Game by @xylodemon [G, 1.1k]

Future Fic, Fluff, Human Cas

"They haven't called my number," Cas complains, glancing around the office.

more under the cut

To Have and To Hold by midnightcastiel (@miraclecastiel) [NR (I’d say Gen), 1.2k]

Fluff, First Kiss, Canon Verse

The wind steals their breath as they approach the graveyard. Dean walks between Cas and Sam, and he is sure that his nose and hands are frost bitten. Dean barely has time to grumble the complaint out loud before he feels Cas’s hand in his, warm and gentle.

Carpooling by @alchemyalice [G, 1.4k]

Crack, Humor, Season 5

This is the worst car ride in the history of ever.

Every Word Is True by Sass_Master (@sass-master-stina) [M, 1.7k]

Rimming, Established Relationship, PWP

“I want to eat you out,” Cas says, low and sincere, a spark of mirth coloring his tone.

Dean sucks in a breath, holds it and lets it out slowly. “Okay.”

stoic minds and bleeding hearts by microcomets (@mishcollin) [G,1.7k]

Fluff, Angst, Fallen Cas

Castiel discovers human memory is limited and sets out to remedy that situation; Dean makes some...interesting discoveries.

Beer Good by @lisztful [T, 1.8k]

Fluff

Dean decides to find out what happens when you get an angel drunk.

After All That’s Been Said and Done by imogenbynight (@thevioletcaptain) [T, 1.9k]

Season 9

He's been in love for three years. Has known it for at least two. He wonders what it would be like to just blurt it out like these kids do. He might have faced the devil without breaking a sweat, but the thought of putting himself on the line like that makes his stomach clench and his palms clammy.

untouched & intact by microcomets (@mishcollin) [T, 1.9k]

Fallen Cas, Season 8 coda

After Castiel falls from heaven, he figures he has two options. He can find Dean Winchester, or he can get spectacularly drunk.

He opts for the latter.

Full Circle by Winter_of_our_Discontent (@bamfinacuddlyjumper) [M, 2k]

First Kiss, UST, Fluff, First Time

“C’mon," Dean said, "You gotta try pie, Cas, it’s like… the whole point of being human.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Right, Dean. Forget the collected works of Shakespeare. The Taj Mahal. Baked goods are way more important.”

Dean didn’t look up from where he was delicately shaving curls of vanilla ice cream off the frozen block and onto the plates with a fragile plastic spoon. “Dude, talk to me when Hamlet comes in a delicious flaky buttery crust.”

Break the Walls Between Us by @remmyme [E, 2k]

PWP, First Time

Dean rapidly blinks away his confusion. “You want me to…what?”

The Coat by petramacneary [G, 2.4k]

Fluff, Team Free Will, Season 5, Canon Divergent

Cas' coat gets ruined during a hunt, and Dean goes to buy him a new one. Featuring Team Free Will trying to be as normal as possible.

to boldly (kinda sorta) go by microcomets (@mishcollin) [T, 2.7k]

Fluff, Fallen Cas, Team Free Will, Charlie Bradbury, Post-season 8

That one where Team Free Will and Charlie cosplay as Star Trek characters. Post-season 8.

because i could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me by microcomets (@mishcollin) [T, 3.2k]

Fallen Cas, Fluff, Angst

Castiel dies and is given a choice.

Stars Fall On by @mithrilwren [T, 3.5k]

Domestic, Sam & Cas Friendship

Sam doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t even know why Cas is here, lying on the dirty floor surrounded by tools and muttering around faulty wiring.

“Need a hand?”

Like Fields of Grain by feyjewels [T, 5.6k]

Fluff, Angst, Domestic, Canon Divergent, Post-Canon, Fix-it

Warning: Major Character Death

“It’s not about deserving, Cas,” Dean had said, half-whispered in the middle of the night a few short months after they had begun to share the bed they laid in. “It’s… fuck, well I don’t know what it’s about. But people don’t get what they deserve, not most of the time.”

Castiel frowned, furrowing his brows. “They should,” he grumbled.

the run and go by microcomets (@mishcollin) [T, 2.7k]

Fluff, Fallen Cas, Domestic

Cas makes a list. Dean is Yoda, and Sam is unimpressed.

Home by imogenbynight (@thevioletcaptain) [T, 6.9k]

Angst, Fluff, Season 8

It's late October, Hell is still open for business, and they haven't heard a thing from Kevin since April.

Castiel, either--not that Dean hasn't been trying to do something about that.

He hasn't prayed this much since Purgatory.

bloodflood by orphan_account [M, 7k]

Hurt/Comfort, Case fic

Sam and Dean are hunting a case in the cold Minnesota wilderness when an unexpected friend turns up.

Good Things Do Happen by @trinityofone [T, 11k]

Canon Divergent, Post-Season 5, Everyone Lives AU, Christmas, Sam POV

Yes this is a Christmas fic and I was planning on saving them all for a Christmas rec list later in the year, but I was gobsmacked when I saw this only had 7500 hits because in my mind it’s a CLASSIC. 100 of those hits are probably me.

A Winchester Family Christmas, 2010. AKA, Best zombie Christmas ever!

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel fic rec #deancas #deancas fic rec #hidden gems #reclist

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 4 years ago

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wasn’t wilbur the traitor and he just lied last minute to phil for Extra chaos? didn’t dream confirm the traitor he was talking about was wilbur, but tommy just ignored him and insisted it was techno in the heat of the moment? from techno’s pov, there was no hint at all of collusion with dream/manburg in the slightest before the 16th, dream just egged him on the tiniest amount once he discovered they were establishing a gov- techno made it rather clear it was his character’s decision in the moment and he did not expect dream (and others) to aid him. dont make me go and over analyze past vods idk how good my memory is atm

That would make sense...Techno wasn’t colluding with Manberg, he just kept the wither skulls and provided the faulty armor in case he needed to fight them

I’m still wondering what Schlatt’s plan in all of this was, though.

Dream said that they’d negotiated so that Wilbur would blow up Manberg no matter what happened. Why would Schlatt agree to that? Did Schlatt agree to that, even, or was it just Dream working against Schlatt to achieve his own goal?

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sourstares · 5 years ago

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my todobaku/bakutodo fic recs list aaa!! i had to narrow it down a lot but these are most of my absolute favorites.

cruel to be kind by shaekspeares

(i literally. will cry over this fic i will never get overt his fic. this is literally what i dream of being able to create this fic is everything. if i could write like this i would just start sobbing.)

Over the course of a year, Katsuki Bakugou develops in the aftermath of the League of Villains run in. Introspection has never been his strong suit. Also, Todoroki is there- increasingly present, increasingly bothersome, and eliciting increasingly confusing feelings. Kidnapping was easier than this.

[alt: a look at todobakus evolving relationship from the perspective of one troubled lil asshole]

always gotta backtrack also by shaekspeares

(have to put this one too because it makes me sick from just. wanting to be able to do this with words. i love it so much please read everything by this author jesus god)

A kidnapping, a double dose of truth serum and a snowstorm walk into a bar- or no, wait, that’s just one day on the job for Bakugou. And then Todoroki shows up to reap the benefits.

It’s Just You by Ellessey

(just a really good confession fic to take a break from conflict. great balance of sweet and funny, bakugou pov, also the rest of the class is there which i like so much!)

"If we get it wet it'll stay in pretty waves when you take the braid out," Aoyama offers, and the mental image makes something snap inside of Katsuki.

"Ah," Shouto says with a gentle laugh. "That's alright. Maybe next time."

Next time? Next time Shouto turns up with his hair woven into this soft, intricate arrangement that is sending every bit of Katsuki's resolve up in smoke? How the fuck is he supposed to handle a next time?

Bakugou Katsuki has always had a lot of feelings about Shouto's hair. Seeing it in a French braid might be the thing that makes him stop keeping them to himself.

wanna put my tender heart in a blender by lelex

(makes me want to cry! tdbk as close friends and pro heroes after ua, really amazing hero work writing! very good and sweet and funny and has a really great dramatic point towards the end.)

Todoroki won’t eat anything peach flavored and likes his water exactly room temperature. He won’t let Katsuki make their tea because “he does it wrong” even though he does it absolutely right. He once made Katsuki listen to voice recordings of one of his cats meowing at different times of the day to “see if she sounded more melancholy earlier in the morning.” For being like, kind of jacked, his hips and shoulders and elbows are bony as fuck. He, as a rule, has to sleep on the right side of the bed or he can’t sleep at all. Katsuki fucking hates him.

And now previously empty corners of his brain are filled with all of this dumb shit about stupid Todoroki and he has to cart it around all the fuckin’ time.

the drawing board by strangergods

(i literally binge read this last night at 4am and it made me sick with feelings!! it’s the slow reveal darkish twist recovery/therapy heavy angst hurt/comfort fic of my dreams. i wish my angst was this painful oh my god. anyway.)

He understands, intellectually, that other people must do something with their day that doesn’t involve working out or getting beat up by super-powered mutant criminals or harassing one’s boyfriend into fucking them sideways. It’s just that he can’t quite picture doing it himself.

Todoroki takes up a hobby.

with you, it’s different by brioche

(conflict! it’s so good the conflict is amazing i am so excited. and an eight year slow burn jesus christ! i really like this one, especially pre/during confession.)

Four times that Bakugou goes with Shouto to visit his mother at the hospital, and the time that she leaves it to visit them.

all’s well that ends well and all’s well that ends by djbunn3

(um this is mine! i’m still working on it but i’m really excited for it, it’s the first fic i’ve been excited for in a really really long time. it’s a slow burn future/fake dating au with some currently undisclosed past conflict between tdbk, so if that sounds good to you then please check it out!)

The plan is simple: Shouto is to fake a romantic relationship with Bakugou. He is to convince everyone--friends, fans, colleagues--that they are, or very soon will be, in love. No one aside from the two of them and their agencies is allowed to know the truth--that their relationship is simply and entirely platonic. (If he can even call it that, considering the fact that they’ve barely spoken in the past three years.) Everything is riding on this lie--if Shouto’s faulty memory or Bakugou’s sudden secrecy get in the way, it could cost them their jobs, their futures, their friendship… No one is allowed to step out of line. No one is allowed to break character. No one can know the truth. Though the deeper they go and the closer they get, the less sure Shouto is that he knows it himself.

(the tdbk fake dating au that's not quite what it seems.)

#todobaku #todobaku fanfic #todobaku fic recs #bnha fic recs #bnha #bnha fanfic #my recs

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mithrilwren · 4 years ago

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Top 5 songs that remind you of your fics?

Ooo, this is a great question! I actually have a playlist for some of these! I don’t always write to music, but when I do, it’s hard not to link the song to the piece from then on.

1. The Strangest Thing - Radical Face

Writing the climax of Only the Nightingale Sings was tricky for a lot of reasons, but one of the big ones was juggling so many POVs. The story is an ensemble piece, but most chapters were consigned to one or two characters. But everything, and everyone, comes together at the finale, and seven different perspectives was a heck of a lot to juggle. One way I dealt with this was choosing themes for the main players, to help set the tone as I wrote, and “The Strangest Thing” was Beau’s. It really suited her desperate, determined state of mind at that point in the story.

The crows are at the fence, they never blink They just sharpen all their claws and bear their twisted teeth But I won't bend and I won't move Don't have a lot left, just anger, and something to prove So I can't lose So I can't lose So I can't lose

2. Hopelessness Has Done Nothing For Me - Johanna Warren

Similar to Beau’s theme above, this was my climax theme for Caleb. For spoilery reasons, a lot of lines really fit his plot situation, but the song suits his character as a whole, and reminded me a whole lot of his relationship with Nott at the time, which was a major focus of the fic.

No, no, no, it's happening again You opened up your heart and let somebody in Now you've got a stranger in your home You could kick him out but then you would be alone

3. The Morning Calls Your Name - Speak, Brother

Unsurprisingly, this song reminds me of my fic of the same name, and I’m pretty sure (though my memory might be faulty) that this song was the inspiration for the fic in general, which also stemmed from the insomnia I was experiencing at the time.

You've hidden your heart from the thieves Covered yourself with dead leaves Your head hangs low, when you're on your own. Oh stranger of love, oh stranger of light A few years on.. oh, the nights have been long.

4. Yeoman - Baths

Finally a non-CR example: this is my favourite Blupjeans song, and it definitely reminds me of Ceremony, my only TAZ fic. I also get choked up almost every time I hear it - something about the combination of music and lyrics and subject matter and delivery makes me so damn emotional.

Let me bore you here under the Moon Robed in the armillary room Inert for all my years And then fell into you These routes that you just so ornately improvise They're always wild And I don't seem to mind

5. Call Me In the Afternoon - Half Moon Run

This one doesn’t necessarily remind me of a particular fic, so much as writing fic in general, though it definitely got its biggest use while I was working on Only the Nightingale Sings. (It’s also one of the first songs I associated with CR period, specifically early campaign Caleb and Nott). This is my go-to song for background music - I’ve heard it so many times, it blends into itself. It’s also got a great rolling rhythm for keeping momentum up, which is super helpful when you’re trying to write quickly (as I often was during 2019, when I was trying to fit most of my fic writing in over hour-long lunch breaks).

You can have it if you don't mind some or all others stay with me You confuse me with your riddles and sudden generosity Call me in the afternoon even by one by one Call me in the afternoon even by one by one

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