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waystobuild-blog · 4 years

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Top 7 CN Shows That Would Work Better in Live Action than PPG

So I think everybody’s talked about why CW Powerpuff Girls doesn’t work, whether or not it’s a real thing or not? Who even knows. But while thinking about how this:

is kinda awful for Powerpuff Girls, I got thinking what shows that this style of a reboot would work for. In which it’s live action, the character is depressed and has sort of resentment towards their childhood now and that sort of thing.

So what are the top 7 shows that I think this

Number 7:

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

At Number 7 we have Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. Seems fitting that we’d start the list with another one of Craig McCracken’s biggest hits. Why do I think the premise of “Oh, life sucks now and I kinda wasted my childhood” would work for Foster’s? For the plain and simple fact that for a few episodes of the show, there was a focus on Mac growing up and whether or not he should leave his friends at Foster’s behind him. You could play a lot with that concept combined with the live action reboot thing. Maybe an older version of the character is dealing with whether or not to let go of both Bloo and the past and move on with his life. Frankie being a young adult during the time of the original show could also be a pretty instrumental character since it was a matter of living there, caring for the friends, having that job and balancing this life with the life that she had outside of the house.

Not quite a coming of age story but a sort of “Hey, my life has gone nowhere and where could I go with this now? Do I keep the friends I loved and cherished as a child or move onto other things? Is there a way to do both?”

Only thing I wouldn’t want though is CGI monstrosity friends. Those would be kinda the worst…

Number 6:

Okay, let’s actually talk about a real superhero show this time around. Or would this count as a superhero show? Well, they certainly do a lot of cool time travelling so I’m gonna say it’s a superhero show. Of course, I mean Time Squad.

Now if you haven’t guessed, I don’t have the most experience with this show but I know enough to think that this is something that could actually work well. I mean, Otto was a kid who was basically running around all over history protecting the balance of time with a stuck up robot and a dude who is a little too into all of this. Imagine if he just sorta did this for all of his childhood and realizing as a young adult that “Crap, I didn’t really have a childhood.” With the dynamic of the squad, the potential to expand the greater organization as a whole and just all the time travel shenanigans that could happen, I don’t see a reason not to do it.

Plus, CW already has Legends of Tomorrow and that’s awesome so even less likely to screw it up if they’ve already got a model to do it off of right?

Number 5:

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

Yo ho ho, it is a sailor’s life for me. And in this sailor’s life we’re coming in with Number 5: The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Now this is a bit of an odd choice, right? But hear me out.

Flapjack as a child kinda had only Bubbie and K’nuckles as guides for his life. While they mostly spent their lives at Stormalong Harbor, they also constantly spent their lives looking for Candied Island. What if they never stopped looking and eventually, little kid Flapjack is a grown up now and he’s like “Oh wow. I wanted adventure but I was kinda manipulated to follow this creepy old man’s dreams of candy.” I think going heavy and hard on this sort of found family between them would be kinda fun. How K’nuckles wasn’t the best role model and how they’ve still only got each other in this world, that sort of thing.

Plus, a live action Stormalong would be sooooooo cool.

Number 4:

Ben 10

As the old saying goes, it started when an alien device did what it did, stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid, now he’s got superpowers he’s no ordinary kid, it’s Ben 10.

And unfortunately in CW’s Ben 10, he’s not a kid who just wants to have fun. Nah, he’s got a lot of emotional stuff to deal with and all of that depressing stuff. Isn’t it great? Now I do think that this could work especially if you work it in where maybe Ben enlisted into the plumbers after his summer vacation and it just kinda escalated from there to the point where here he is now.

Say what you will, but at least with Ben 10, we’ve seen it hit a more grounded and emotional place with Ben 10 Alien Force and Ultimate Alien so I don’t believe that this would be too far of a stretch with how that show worked and a lot of people happened to really like those iterations of the show.

Granted, I actually do want a CW styled Ben 10, but less edgy Arrow style and more along the lines of The Flash, but I’d still take this too.

And now before we get into the top 3, let’s get into a few honorable mentions.

First up, we’ve got Steven Universe. Now honestly, this could work really well, the only issue with that is that we’ve kinda already seen this story told and that was with Steven Universe Future. Good stuff and a lot of potential, but we’ve seen it and I don’t think we need to see it again with a live action coat of paint.

Next up there’s Codename Kids Next Door. Honestly, I think the only real spinoff we need for Kids Next Door is Galactic. That’s it. Anything else is unnecessary. Still, with this sort of concept an older KND who has been decommissioned and feels like there’s something missing in their lives that they just don’t understand would be really cool. Although maybe that would work as like a movie or special or somethin’ I don’t know.

And finally for the last of the honorable mentions we’ve got Teen Titans. While I am trying to keep this list to CN Originals, I couldn’t help but bring this one up. How Long is Forever is one of my all-time favorite episodes of the 2003 series so I think seeing a series taking place in that timeline or something similar would be a lot of fun maybe for like a miniseries or something. And honestly, anything’s better than Titans.

With those three out of the way, back to the list.

Number 3:

The Life and Times of Juniper Lee

In a world full of monsters and demons, June is the only one who sees them. This is the Life and Times of Juniper Lee and it makes number three on my list.

Now, like Time Squad, I didn’t watch much of this show. But what I do know about this show is that June is cool and she’s got this whole legacy and destiny by being the newest Te Xaun Ze, which are basically the magical protectors of her town. Only problem, and why I think that this direction for this show would actually be kinda cool, is the whole thing that the Te Xaun Ze is never allowed to leave the town at any point in their lives and oh boy, you could actually go really hard on that with this format since it’s literally built into the show.

Juniper Lee all grown up and just straight up depressed because she’s got the cool powers and grabs all the monsters but everyone around her has moved on in their lives. Friends have gone off to college and started all their lives and she’s got nothing but her family in Orchid Bay. You’d have a story of someone who once was big on their destiny who has accepted it but wishes that it wasn’t theirs anymore. I do know the show dealt with this a bit but with a new continuity and an older version of the character you really could just go in and deep on this.

I stand by that this would actually be pretty cool and kinda want it. Honestly, I like this idea so much that I wasn’t sure whether to put this in the number three or the number two spot, but y’know what? The next show told me a little secret that gave it the edge.

Number 2:

The Secret Saturdays

That’s right, it’s the Secret Saturdays.

Zak Saturday went all around the world with his parents discovering ancient cryptids, protecting the world and everything. He got some cool siblings in Fiskerton, Komodo and Zon. And then to add on top of that that he’s also the reincarnation of an ancient cryptid set to rule and control all the cryptids in the world? Yeah, that’ll do it. Definitely not the type of life he asked for and kid went through a lot because of it especially after losing those powers and apparently getting them back if we’re to count the Omniverse crossover TGIS to be canon.

But having parents like Zak’s, everything with the community of Secret Scientists and not really having many friends his own age or well, his own species will do that.

Exploring Zak and maybe Argost coming back for powers he might not want anymore and learning to embrace his destiny while also trying to patch up the Saturday family would be awesome.

Number 1:

Dexter’s Laboratory

Now while I know we already have a live action Dexter and it was an incredible hit, I- Wait, not the same show.

Ahem, Dexter’s Laboratory makes the top of this list. Partially because of it being PPG’s sister series but also partially because of the whole thing of there’s a lot you could do with Dexter’s character in terms of depression. If someone with such a high intellect were to somehow lose it all or just in some way, never really got forward in life, that would do it. Dexter could be a type of character that’s too stuck inside his own head in order to move forward. Alternatively, maybe Dexter is highly successful but has found there’s something missing in life or something. I dunno.

But whichever way you decide to go with Dexter’s character, you could have Dee Dee be pretty much the opposite of that. Maybe she’s found herself a place in life that she’s content with and Dex doesn’t understand why but wants it. I think going deep on this sort of emotional aspect of his life while also having all sorts of fun crazy science stuff would be a good watch.

All in all, gimme a Dexter’s lab show but we gotta make sure he keeps some form of an accent. No accent is a dealbreaker.

Although, I think that at the end of the day, animation should really just stay animated and that we don’t need to go live action for anything. All of these ideas I’ve presented, I’d of course rather prefer as cartoons with a more balanced tone more than anything but I figured with the announcement of a PPG show, this would be a silly but fun idea to talk about rather than ranting about it like most have. Granted, I’ve got some rants of my own since I still think it’s a bad idea. Haha. But you know how it goes.

At any rate those are all the shows I think would make better CW PPG style reboots than CW PPG. When it comes to the edginess and potential for drama, I feel these shows fit the bill better than the innocent, buttkicking action that was the Powerpuff Girls.

But what do you all think? Do you have any shows in mind that I haven’t mentioned? Do you think I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and given The CW more awful ideas?

Now, this was originally a YouTube video so you can probably see that in the way that this post, especially the ending was written, but I just still don’t really have the energy to edit stuff so have this post instead. It’s something I really wanted to discuss and just decided, hey, why not make it a Tumblr post?

#Cartoon network #PowerPuff Girls #live action remake #cw powerpuff girls #Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends #time squad #The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack #ben 10 #steven universe #steven universe future #kids next door #codename kids next door #codename knd #knd #galactic kids next door #Teen Titans #The Life and Times of Juniper Lee #secret saturdays #dexter's laboratory

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What are the female characters like in 12 monkeys? And are there a lot?

Hi anon!! Let me just say I am THRILLED by this ask !

The female characters in 12 monkeys are so good!!!!! The main characters include James Cole, Dr. Cassandra Railly, Jennifer Goines, Dr. Katarina Jones, Jose Ramse, Olivia Kirschner, and Theodore Deacon, plus a couple more I can’t reveal cuz of spoilers! So in the main cast alone there are equal women to men, and I think by the end the women outnumber the men!!

But we all know, it’s really quality over quantity when it comes to these things, and boy oh boy does 12 monkeys have QUALITY female characters too!!!

Dr. Cassandra Railly (aka Cassie) is a virologist from the “past” (2015) who, during the plague sent a message that the team in the future who have the time machine have been using to figure out how to stop the plague. She starts the series as this really well respected doctor, but getting tangled up in the time travel plot really affects her. Throughout the series she had a truly remarkable arc, going from a soft almost pacifist like character, to a hardened battle weary soldier in their war with too much anger to fit inside herself, and then finding a nice middle ground. Often within the show Cassie and her arc are used to show the other members of the team their morality and their choices aren’t always as black and white as they seem, in different ways that line up with her arc. Cassie has the full range of emotion and humanity we want from female characters, and Amanda Schull plays her beautifully. She’s truly my favourite character in the show.

Dr. Katarina Jones (aka Jones) is the scientist who helped to invent time travel, and is the person in the “present” (2043) who is in charge of Project Splinter. She is a gruff older German woman who smokes too much and is all hardened and full of sharp edges, but as the series goes on she opens up and you see the parts of her she kept hidden at the start. She will do anything to get what she wants, and while her goal is the save the world, her motivations are selfish in a really nice well developed way. She centers in a lot of the narrative about morality and humanity and where you draw the line when it comes to sacrifice in the name of the greater good. Jones is astounding and incredible. She is so complex and morally grey, while also being someone you root for. She’s wonderful.

Olivia Kirschner is one of the villains of the series, and she’s so good at it!! Olivia is a part of the Army of the 12 Monkeys, who are revealed very early on to have been instrumental in the beginning of the plague that ends the world, and then they’re revealed to be more than that. Olivia is the sort of... prodigal daughter/matriarch of the cult. Without giving too much away, she is an integral part of pretty much all facets of the story, and she gets to have so much time to show us her motivations. She falls from grace within her cult, but not because she doesn’t believe in their cause, but because she believes in it MORE. She is hard to put in a box, but man she’s worth it when you watch her play out.

And last but most certainly not least, Jennifer Goines. Oh Jennifer. In a show where she is not the “main” character, she is the absolute most important character to the plot. When we meet Jennifer, she is a woman who has been committed to a psychiatric facility by her father because she hears voices... but that’s just the start. It’s hard to explain Jennifer without spoiling, but my advice would be to listen very closely to Jennifer. She may seem like she’s saying nonsense but she’s... not. I’ll just say that. Jennifer goes through a great arc, starting out feeling like she’s crazy and being completely lost, both in the world and in her own mind, and ends the story as this self assured woman who is the most important piece of the story, and everyone knows it. Jennifer is also absolutley hilarious. And ... you get more of her than you’d expect. Make of that what you will.

All in all the women on 12 Monkeys are some of the most well written and fully realise female characters I’ve seen in tv. They have their own motivations and the plot and the narrative give them room to breathe and grow at all the right times. They are never relegated to love interest or mother or anything like that. They have minds and souls and they are their own characters at every step of the story. All the conflicts between them feel earned (tho there’s some weirdness between cassie and Jennifer for a while but it gets resolved). The women drive the plot, they push the story forward, and are often the most integral characters to the plot. James Cole may be the Hero, but he’s really just along for the ride a lot of the time.

So, in short, 12 Monkeys has incredible female characters and it’s one of the best shows ever. But don’t just take my word for it, give it a watch and see for yourself.

#12 monkeys #cassandra railly #katarina jones #olivia kirschner #jennifer goines #they’re all so great!!!#literally please ask me anything about 12 monkeys I could talk about this show all day

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Hirem doing some Experiments for day 17

(Ao3)

Hiro wondered in how big trouble he'd find himself if Professor Granville found out what he was using the lab and its expensive equipment for. Although "using" was a misnomer too, as he really was a subject in hands of his three ingenious girlfriends...

He had to admit, a white labcoat clashed somewhat with Gogo's hair and her overall demeanour, but it most certainly matched with Honey Lemon's and Karmi's attires, especially as the three women had nothing else underneath to clash with.

With three pairs of hands tending to his clothes, soon the young hero found himself equally naked, as the three brilliant scientists decided to put him through a gauntlet of tests to prove his virility. And though he had faith in his beloved, he knew very well how "creative" can they get behind the bedroom doors.

- Alright, who booked the lab first? - Hiro asked, watching as the three women exchange knowing, sultry looks. - Well, who else than the top student?

Karmi walked forward, eyeing him her piercing, inquisitive gaze, infused with additional layer of lust. she might no longer be his adversary, but that didn't mean she'd stop trying to one-up Hiro. After all, a healthy rivalry is a great motivation for progress.

Karmi's lips met Hiro's in a short, but hungry kiss, before her hand pushed him back from his sitting position back onto the lab table he was disrobed on a few minutes ago.

She jumped into his laps, her hands already aiming at his erect cock she guided towards her overflowing pussy, as a single drop of her heat made it to its head and make him shudder in anticipation.

Hiro raised his brow, mimicking her cocky expression, as his hands moved up and down her waist, waiting to bury himself in her wet sex. But next thing he knew, his arms were grabbed and pushed over his head, as two metal clamps closed around his wrists.

The same happened to his ankles, immobilising and spreading him on the table, to his mistress' mercy. Something told him Karmi's not gonna make it easy for him...

His worries were confirmed when she took her phone and started a timer, at the same time as her wet fold pressed against his cock, pushing his length against his body. And as Karmi continued sliding her sex against him, he realised what she's been measuring.

Her delicate, but steady moves were setting his entire body on fire, as he was dying to get out of his cuffs and made love to Karmi.

And knowing that it was entirely up to her made it so much more rewarding.

Somewhere around him, a slow, sensual music was being played, no doubt chosen by Honey Lemon, that only made it more difficult. Karmi moved her body to the rhythm of the song, her body swaying with the beat, driving Hiro crazy. her lab coat hid some of her curves, accentuating others, never showing him all the beauty hidden underneath it.

Karmi also knew exactly how to edge him, her lower lips traversing his length up to his head, but never touching it, knowing it would be a point of no return.

But as long minutes of his love torture went on, Hiro noticed change in her behaviour as well, as her moves became slightly more erratic and uncoordinated, and she began caressing her breasts, in absence of his hands and lips.

- You-you want it too, Karmi, don't-don't you? - Hiro huffed, thrashing his body against the table, holding his oncoming climax. - A-Admit it!

Karmi looked at her subject with astonishment in her eyes, as she herself was desperate to cry his name. For a few more seconds, the two fought wordless battle, before Karmi grabbed his cock, and leapt onto it, letting her warm, welcoming sex engulf him completely.

- Hiro! - she cried, as her equally needy body was torn with a climax at the same time as her edged boyfriend.

She threw her head back and let the passion consume her, as she cried her lover's name with each portion of seed he shot up into her sex.

Despite her powerful climax, Karmi did not slump over him, but remained seated in his laps, and when she regained her senses, she reached for her phone.

- Well, let's see how well did you perform - she announced it with the same cocky, confident tone that vanished when she saw the results. - Well? - Hiro mimicked her, raising his eyebrow. - 15 minutes 16 seconds... - she spoke, unable to meet his eyes - The average is... 15 minutes 10 seconds. - And you know it could be way longer, if you didn't break first. - Sh-shut up! - she exclaimed with faux annoyance - I guess that experiment is over...

The metal restraints opened up, releasing Hiro, who was immediately taken by Honey Lemon, who pressed him against her bosom.

- Aww, did bad Karmi made you limit your moves? - Mhm-mhm - Hiro replied from between her breasts, peppering it with kisses. - Don't-don't worry Hiro, I'm-I'm gonna treat you so much better...

And Honey Lemon wasn't lying. A moment later, the two hopped on a bizarre structure made out of multicoloured bubbles that shaped themselves to their bodies' forms, better than any water bed ever could. Honey's long legs and arms coiled around Hiro, as she kissed his face, neck and torso, eager to make up for the love torture he went through.

- H-Honey... - Hiro gasped, feeling her lips closer and closer to his crotch - Ssh, Hiro, relax... After all, I want you to be at full strength...

Honey cooed, as she grabbed something from her labcoat. She brought the colorful rubber and showed it to Hiro.

- One of my inventions. - she stretched it in her fingers - But-Oh dear, I need to clean the apparatus first. Looks like the previous user forgot to...

She looked at Karmi, before ducking and closing her lips around Hiro's cock, with a few globs of seed still clinging to it. As his musky smell filled Honey's nostrils, she wished she could continue her part that way and just use regular measuring flask... But her idea was so much more fun.

And so, reluctantly, she let go of Hiro's cock, kissing his tip, before she slid the rubber on. She then jumped back onto the bubbly bed and spread her legs inviting Hiro between them. But she let out a gasp when she felt his mouth against her sex.

- What? - Hiro mumbled against her folds - It's only fair I treat you as nicely as you did me...

Honey let out a moan, as Hiro's tongue dipped between her lips and his face was pushed against her already overflowing sex by Honey's hand, digging into his ruffled hair.

Honey kept her younger lover at bay for the next few minutes as he ate her out, licking, kissing and nibbling at her sex, until even the bubbly bed couldn't withstand her squirming and thrashing when she coated Hiro's face with her fluids.

- Come'ere...

She grabbed Hiro by his shoulders and swiftly brought him against her chest again, her legs automatically closing behind his back, as if she was afraid he'd back away.

But Hiro Hamada did precisely the opposite, diving deep into her pussy with his condom-clad hard cock, testing the bouncing bed they were making love on.

He finally could unleash the energy his hips wanted to expel when Karmi was edging him, and as a result, Honey received twice the amount of balls-deep slams, making her voice rise with each one.

Between their bodies mashing against each other, their lips seeking each other out and his cock reaching into her depths, it came as no surprise that Hiro came to his edge faster than he expected.

- Honey! I'm cumming! - Good, Hiro! - she spoke and looked at the monitor just as Hiro's voice cracked.

His hips thrashed against her crotch one more time, and she let out a satisfying moan, followed by a slightly more coherent statement.

- Eleven millilitres! Twenty... Thirty-two!

Honey kept looking at the screen, crying the number out with each stream of seed that filled her special condom.

- Forty! Fifty! Sixty! - she cupped Hiro's cheeks and kissed him - You are way above the average. - Am-Am I?

The two looked at the screen, which now, despite Honey's assertion showed 0.

- Oh dear, it must have broken...

And indeed, when Hiro pulled out, he was greeted with a burst instrument and more of his spunk leaking out of her sex.

- Well, normal condoms can stretch to contain litres, I had to calibrate this one for average male ejaculate to make the sensors work... - Don't worry, Honey, you still have proven what you wanted, didn't you?

Honey smiled and kissed Hiro again, her fingers closing around his cock, as she slid the remains of her condom.

- And I'm gonna clean the workplace now!

Honey spoke and took him into her mouth once more to lick any loose strands of his seed, before she was abruptly pulled back by Gogo, grabbing her hair.

- You. Me. Bed. Now. - she stated and turned around, as Hiro automatically followed her orders.

Hiro expected Gogo to ride him just like Karmi wanted to, but she simply got on all fours and raised her curvy ass into the air, spreading her folds, inviting Hiro between them.

- Come on, fuck me. I'd like to see you try. - she spoke nonchalantly, as she glanced behind her back at her lover, already positioning himself. - Is that it?

He grabbed his cock and pressed it against her wet opening. But at the same time, he heard a mechanical noise behind him and yelped when something cold and artificial pressed itself against his ass.

- G-Gogo?! - Hiro gasped in protest - What, are you gonna chicken out? - Gogo snickered - Let's see if you can withstand your own moves against you...

Hiro swallowed loudly and taking a deep breath slid himself inside Gogo's pussy, while the robotic arm behind him shoved the lubed dildo inside his ass.

Hiro had to grasp Gogo's waist harder to ensure his position, and after his next thrust let out a prolonged, high-pitched moan that caused Gogo to giggle.

But then she cried as well, when Hiro shoved himself unceremoniously deep inside her, experiencing the same feeling inside his ass. Though the thrusts now were much more difficult to achieve, Hiro didn't stop, knowing that correct penetration of Gogo would benefit him as well.

And indeed, as he carefully plunged himself into her, the awkward feeling of his mechanical lover turned into pleasure, and was soon properly rutting Gogo, while the machine ravaged him. Gogo grasped the edge of the table she was lying on, trying to withstand double amount of thrusts that multiplied its force against her.

With each one, she felt him deeper inside her, until he was barely against her womb, just like the dildo was inching around his prostate.

And when the final stimulation happened in Hiro's body, it send not just a shockwave in his body, thrashing it against Gogo, but the stream of his potent warmth made her shudder in pleasure. Several times more has Hiro dived into her pussy, bathing her in his seed, until he pulled out, parting somewhat reluctantly with his robot lover.

- Oh wow... I didn't know you'd do it... - Gogo gasped, feeling his seed oozing out of her pussy. - H-Honestly, neither did I...

Hiro spoke and on his weakened knees walked back to the bubbly bed, where Karmi and Honey rested. Soon, the two joined forces in caressing his tired body, and even Gogo showed her more tender side, though she ended her portion with a slap to the butt.

- Well, I'd say that concludes our experiments...

Hiro sighed, basking between his equally tired girlfriends, before they all drifted to well-deserved sleep. But unbeknownst to them, another set of experiments has been put into motion, one that would take months to complete... Nine, to be precise. And with its results being confirmed not once, not twice, but three times, it would prove Hiro to be a supreme stud of the SFIT, even if he and his girlfriends expected that to happen a few years later...

#hirem #hiro hamada #hiro/lemon/gogo/karmi #lemon #smutember #day 17 #aged-up characters and all that #smutember 2021

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mhdiaries · 4 years

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Wave 4 Journal of Jackson Jekyll

On September 9...

So it turns out I’m a monster. Well part-time monster actually, which leaves me pretty much full-time confused. It’s not like I didn’t know that mom and dad were both monsters. The first time I saw mom’s Hyde side come out was when I was 5 and we were visiting my dad’s side of the family. Some of the little neighborhood monsters decided that they were going to play “kick the can” only they were going to use me as the can. Every time I tried to run home they blocked my way and pushed me down. I started crying and then they really started making fun of me. Then all of a sudden I heard this roar and there was my mom. Even though it didn’t look like her I knew it was and honestly all I could think was, “Why mother, what big muscles you have.” Needless to say I never had any problem with the local monsters again. Dad’s a fire elemental of course and I grew up playing with Heath so I was never afraid of monsters. I just didn’t think any monster heritage had passed on to me. When I asked mom and dad if they knew me and Holt were the same person they said, “Of course we knew you and Holt were the same person - we’re your parents; now finish your breakfast or you’ll be late for school.” Well thanks for clearing that up for me mom and dad. Cause you know it’s not like having that little bit of information would have been helpful at all. Good thing I’m past those awkward teenage years where news like this could really have a negative impact on my psyche. (Ooh - sarcasm. I like it) HH

On September 12...

I had to go to the mad scientist, I mean mad pediatrician, today. Mom says that until I’m an adult I need to continue seeing him because he has the most experience dealing with growing monsters. I feel fine but mom and dad are worried because what triggers my transformation to Holt has changed. It used to happen when the sun went down but now it seems to be loud music, I think. The waiting room was almost empty except for a mother werewolf and two young cubs. While mom filled out paperwork I sat down and tried to find something to read that wasn’t chewed, gooed or covered in monster germs. Then I heard one of the werewolf cubs say, “Mommy! Is that a normie?” “Yes honey, don’t stare.” “Is he going to eat us?” I could tell that she was embarrassed so I said, “No way - I’m totally allergic to werewolf it makes me sneeze - ACHOO!” The cubs eyes got really wide and then she started laughing, “Aw that’s not true.” Then she held up her foot and said, “I can tie my shoe!” I said, “That’s amazing, can you show me how?” The werewolf mom relaxed too and it turns out she’s related to Clawd’s family. Pretty soon a lab assistant appeared, “Jackson Jekyll?” She led us back to a room and said, “The doctor will be with you shortly.” Then, “The wait.” Which means sitting on the crinkly paper covered exam table forever and wondering what would happen if I started playing with the instruments in the exam room and the doctor walked in. Anyway just about the time I woke up enough boredom and courage to start picking up some of the cooler looking instruments laying on the counter I hear the mad pediatrician pulling my chart and the door opens. He’s wearing a lab coat with purple vampire ducks and his stethoscope cover is a fuzzy yellow dragonhead. I’m sure it calms the younger monsters but it scares the normie out of me that the volatile nature of my elemental side + my hyde heritage + being a teenager = constant change. He said that the trigger would probably change again before I reach adulthood. Then he gave me a lollypop, scheduled me for another test and said he wanted to see me again in three months. Now I’m worried about what the trigger is going to change to next. What if it’s showers? Would it be worth giving them up for the rest of high school just so I can have my own life? (Not unless you want your new nickname to be “Stinky”) HH

On September 21...

It seems like I spent the first part of my life wishing I was a monster and now that I am maybe now I wish I wasn’t. (Well you’re stuck with it now.) HH When I was spending all that time trying to get Draculaura to bit me so I could become a vampire I never really thought about anything except wanting to fit in with all the other monsters. Now the part of me that fits in doesn’t even get to enjoy it.(Whine much?) HH It’s like the worst of both worlds and now I don’t fit in anywhere at all. We’re all supposed to meet with Mr. D’eath, the school guidance counselor, this week. Wonder if I’ll need to make two appointments (Lame - I already know what I’m going to be... FAMOUS!) HH

On September 23...

So I had my appointment with Mr. D’eath today it started out about as terrible as I thought it was going to be. Turns out he’d never counseled a “normie” and it seemed like he didn’t know exactly what to say. In fact, he mostly just spent a lot of time squeezing one of those stress balls made to look like a cartoon character with eyes that bugged out when you squeezed it. It was pretty distracting especially when I realized it was a cartoon “normie”. The squeezing wasn’t nearly as distracting as his “throat clearing” which kind of sounded like a hand full of marbles being run through a garbage disposal. I kept trying to figure out how he made that noise because he doesn’t really even have a throat since as far as I can tell he’s pure skeleton. He must have flipped through my permanent record ten times before he finally said: So you see Hackson... I mean Jackson, the career opportunities for normies in the monster world are somewhat er... um... (sound of marbles being run through the disposal again) limited. There’s monster hunter, monster hunter’s assistant, mad scientist, ooh hunchback! You don’t happen to have a hump do you? No? Bad luck there then. Ah hah! How about Monster/Normie Relations Expert? (Figured it’d be something where the wardrobe is even less cool than what you wear now) HH Well that was something I certainly knew a little something about. I had an old coach in the normie world that used to always say, “Play to your strengths Jackson, play to your strengths.” So Mr. D’eath loaded me down with college brochures and rushed me out of his office. I think both of us were glad it was over.

On October 8...

Finally took that test my mad pediatrician set up for me. It turned out to be a test to determine the type and volume of music that brings out Holt. So I sat in a soundproof booth wearing headphones while a technician played music at different volumes and with different time signatures. I made it through waltzes, marches, polka and chamber music but I don’t remember what he played next. (That’s when he started playing the good stuff.) HH Anyway the results of the test isolated the trigger; music with a 4/4 time signature played in excess of 90 decibels. You know what’s good about this? Me neither.

On November 2...

It seems now that every monster knows Holt and me are the “same” person/monster I don’t get hassled as much for being a “normie”. Not that it makes any difference to Manny Taur since he pretty much wants to bully down on any creature who’s smaller than he is. When he first started picking on me I stood up to him cause once a bully knows he can push you around he’ll never stop, but Deuce finally took me aside and said, “Listen bro - you’ve won a lot of respect standing up to Manny and don’t take this the wrong way but...” Apparently Manny was waiting for the right time to mash me like a slow matador. I kept waiting for it to happen but it never did. In fact it seemed like Manny was purposely avoiding me for some reason. It was almost like some monster had said something to him. (Yeah - wonder who that could have been?) HH

On November 15...

Headless Headmistress Bloodgood asked for “volunteers” to help with the middle school carnival fundraiser so Deuce and I volunteered for set up and take down duty. It was cool and we didn’t have to dress up like clowns or sit in the dunk tank. We set up tents, carried boxes then hung out and waited for everything to be over. We checked out some of the other booths too cause we had plenty of time to kill. Venus and Draculaura were doing face painting; Rochelle was teaching monsters how to build sand castles, some of which would have looked pretty good if they hadn’t been built next to Rochelle’s sand cathedra with working bell tower and miniature gargoyles. The best though was the stunt Robecca performed. She flew over the carnival a couple of times to get every monster’s attention then flew straight up until it sounded like her rocket boots stalled and she came streaking back toward the ground like a falling star. A huge gasp went up from the crowd as it looked like she was going to crash then she fired her rockets back up and totally buzzed the crowd less than 20 feet off the ground! It was so awesome I actually gave Holt a chance to see her second performance. (Thanks dude - it was totally rockin’ and I would have been bummed if I didn’t get to see it) HH When the carnival was over we helped take everything down and all the volunteers went to hang out at the Coffin Bean. It was dark by then and I would have missed out on that part of the fun if things were the same as they used to be. Still hoping I won’t have to give up showers someday though. (That makes both of us “Stinky”) HH

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The Devil Bat

Two #fuck this movie entries in a row? Yikes. Time for something fun. Here we have Bela Lugosi and a fake bat on a string, in a movie brought to us by the Producers Releasing Corporation, who also gave us the classic I Accuse my Parents. It’s a bad movie masterpiece all on its own, and Joel and the bots could only have made it better.

As the opening card informs us, Paul Carruthers is the kindly local doctor in the village of Heathville… kinda like how Harold Shipton was the kindly local doctor in Hyde. In between tending to his patients, Dr. Carruthers has been carrying on twisted experiments in his secret laboratory. Electrical stimulation has allowed his pet bats to grow to the size of geese, which is certainly impressive but doesn’t seem very useful until the doctor’s business partner Mr. Heath inadvertently insults him. Seeking revenge, Carruthers trains the bats to attack anything with a particular scent, and then sends that scent to his enemies in the form of a shaving lotion! Can ace reporter Johnny Layton find the truth about the ‘Devil Bat’ before the entire Heath family is destroyed?

This movie was like a nice sorbet after the two course rotisserie turd that was Curse of Bigfoot and Sorority Girl. It has everything I want out of a lousy old horror movie: bad actors, a ridiculous plot, and hilariously shoddy effects, all dished out so earnestly that you can’t help but love the result.

It’s a fairly guilt-free pleasure, too, because I’m pretty sure no bats were harmed in the making of this movie. There’s a couple of close-up shots of a live flying fox, but almost all the bats we see are silly stiff props that don’t even deserve to be dignified with the label puppet. Dr. Carruthers carries these around dangling from coat hangers. In order to make them grow he just hooks them up to a battery with alligator clips, then puts some goggles on and watches. We see the stupid fake bat getting electrocuted, then cut to Carruthers watching, then cut back to a slightly larger fake bat getting electrocuted.

When the bat attacks, it dangles from a string (shaken slightly to make it ‘flap’) and swoops down to sink its fangs into people’s necks! This prop does double-duty, since it also appears to serve as the fake bat the reporters rig up to get pictures of. It’s the sort of monster you see Maciste fight half a dozen of when he visits the underworld. The movie’s best bat moment, however, is the cardboard cutout that passes by to cast its shadow over the lurid newspaper headlines. I can’t even describe how hilarious this is.

Bela Lugosi is in excellent mad scientist form, grinning and gloating and giving his all in a movie that really doesn’t deserve it. Everybody else is very bland, both the actors and their characters, but it doesn’t matter because they’re frankly not important. The audience is here to watch this stupid fake bat kill people at Bela’s orders, and the other characters don’t need to do anything but scream really loud as they die. The film-makers know this, too, because they devote the bare minimum of time to things other than Bela and the bat. The story speeds through all the plot stuff as efficiently as it can, so it’ll have time to linger on the mad science, crazed monologues, and stupid effects we came here for.

In some movies this might make Layton into a Hero Who Doesn’t Do Anything, but surprisingly, The Devil Bat avoids that pitfall. Layton and McGuire aren’t exactly likable heroes and their supposedly humourous antics are never funny, but they continue to actively pursue the mystery even after they’ve technically lost their jobs over their pictures of a faker bat, apparently out of active concern for the people the bat is menacing. Layton follows the clues back to Carruthers in a reasonably sensible fashion, and even has the presence of mind to react to the devil bats by shooting at them rather than standing around yelling! His motivations for this are slightly selfish, in that he wants his job back and is in love with Mary Heath (what she sees in him is a mystery), but he definitely doesn’t just blunder through it like the reporter from The Mad Monster.

At the end, Carruthers is destroyed by his own creation when the Devil Bat turns on its master, as is inevitable for any mad scientist movie. Even this doesn’t leave Layton out of the action, though – Layton came to Carruthers with his theory that the bats are attracted to the aftershave, and puts it on himself in order to lure them… then splashes some on Carruthers, too. In the finale, then, they are both in equal danger. Layton is an active character rather than a reactive one, which seems to be something very difficult to do in movies like this that tend to focus on the villain. So props for that.

There’s also some good fun to be enjoyed in Carruthers’ behaviour throughout the movie. The impression we get of Mr. Heath and his friend Mr. Morton is that they’re grateful for Carruthers’ help and would happily give him more money if he asked for it. It just never occurs to him to ask for it – he’d rather go straight into mad science revenge mode. When you note that he started creating giant bats well before his beef with Mr. Heath, it seems like Carruthers has just been waiting for an excuse to send his pets off to kill people. There’s also the fact that he’s very careful not to get any of his lotion on himself, to the point of throwing away a jacket that has become contaminated with the stuff… but on more than one occasion he shakes hands with somebody who’s just been applying it and then doesn’t wash afterwards. He ought to have bats gnawing on his fingertips.

I was a bit surprised to realize that this is only the second bat-centric movie I’ve watched for this blog. The other was, of course, It Lives by Night. I was annoyed by the way It Lives by Night presented bats as bloodthirsty little monsters, but for some reason I didn’t have the same problem with The Devil Bat. I gave that some thought, and decided there were two reasons for it. The first is just that The Devil Bat spends less time tormenting actual bats. The Devil Bat itself is very clearly fake, and while a fruit bat of some sort does appear in a couple of close-up shots, it doesn’t look like it’s having nearly such a bad day as the bats from It Lives by Night.

The second, more important reason, is that The Devil Bat gives us some kind of justification for the bat’s behaviour. Carruthers created this animal specifically to be the instrument of his revenge. It attacks because it’s been taught to hate the scent of the shaving lotion. It Lives by Night does nothing similar, and seems to want to suggest that bats are just naturally murderous. That’s bad press that these already much-maligned creatures don’t need.

(Bats’ ability to carry nine hundred horrible diseases and not get sick is, by the way, yet another of their amazing superpowers. SciShow on YouTube recently did a video on this if you’re curious.)

Of course The Devil Bat does have its annoyances. Layton and McGuire are meant to be comic relief as well as heroes, and they’re about as funny as most comic relief reporters in terrible old movies. They never quite descend to the level of Watney or Dropo but they don’t reach any heights, either. Each of them also gets a very perfunctory love story that contributes nothing to the plot, with Layton falling in love with Mary Heath and McGuire with her French maid (yes, a literal French maid) Maxine. So little time is devoted to these subplots that one wonders why the film-makers bothered including them. The only reason I can think of is that even with them the movie’s only sixty-eight minutes long.

I probably could say something about The Devil Bat’s gender politics if I wanted. The Heath family has made their fortune in cosmetics and yet there’s a bit where the newspaper editor seems to ridicule women for ‘all that goo they put on their faces’. I’m honestly not sure it’s worth the effort, though. I mean, it’s a movie about a giant bat on a string killing people because it doesn’t like their cologne.

Likewise, there may be some sort of commentary happening in the subplot about the reporters losing their jobs. They really want to get the real story but they also really need to have something to show their bosses in the meantime, and it’s the latter that drives them to stunts like their even faker bat-on-a-string. Or maybe something could be made of the thing with Mr. Heath underpaying Dr. Carruthers. The cheque he sends him is for five thousand dollars, which was, as Joel and the Bots enjoyed saying, a lot of money back now. The movie seems to feel that Mr. Heath was more than generous… but again, is it really worth taking The Devil Bat that seriously?

That’s as good a sum-up as any of The Devil Bat, really… it’s not meant to be thought about and I, for one, am not going to waste my time doing so. Not when I can revel in the sight of that stiff fake bat on a string being swung into victims’ necks. All the film-makers wanted was for us to watch and smile for an hour or so, and that’s exactly what you will do if you look The Devil Bat up on YouTube, where it is freely available in the public domain. Enjoy!

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Homespork Act 3: Insane Mindscrew Haymakers (Part 1)

BRIGHT: Before Act 3 proper starts, we see a message from Nanna to John, written in the front of the Sassacre’s joke book from Dad’s safe. The message is somewhat bizarre. For one thing, according to Nanna, the book it’s written in will end its journey on the day she dies...and still carry on for a while. For another, it talks about game elements we’ve encountered already, and hints at more to come. Overall it’s a nice bit of detail, enough to whet the reader’s interest.

You are no doubt reading this as a handsome and strapping young man! Why, the mangrit needed to lift the book is itself a sign of your maturity, not even to speak of the wisdom needed to grasp the nuance of Sassacre's time-tested mischief. I am so proud of you, grandson! How I wish I could have delivered this heirloom to you in the flesh. But I am afraid it wasn't in the cards! For you see, John, like you, this book must yet take a journey! Its journey will end on the Final Day of my life, and even then will continue some. Though I suppose that will be up to your Father. Perhaps he will discuss it with you one day, when he and you are ready. But it is your journey I am writing about to wish you luck! There will come a day when you will be thrust into another world. And once you arrive, that is only the beginning! You will soon delve even deeper into a realm of Warring Royalty in a Timeless Expanse. A realm of Agents and Exiles and Consorts and Kernelsprites. Of toiling Underlings and slumbering Denizens. A realm where four will gather, the Heir of Breath and Seer of Light, the Knight of Time and Witch of Space, and together they will Ascend. John, if only you knew how important you were! I regret my passing came so early in your life. And yet I feel in my heart we have already met. But what I know for sure is that we will meet again! Until then, John, I do hope your Father keeps you well fed!

FAILURE ARTIST: As I said earlier, Hussie has artfully defaced books, including one antique one about an expedition around the world. Defaced books show up again in this comic.

CHEL: Particularly, it implies that Nanna also had knowledge of the game during her lifetime, somehow, and refers to the gathering of four heroes. This is our first introduction to the classpect system, which now rivals Hogwarts houses as a method of personality description in fandom at large. I think at the time I didn’t realise who it was referring to… Anyway.

Next, we officially meet GG, the fourth and final member of our gang, a “silly girl” with a cheery grin, sleeping in a greenhouse full of vegetables and spirograph-shaped flowers. Since she’s sleeping and can’t object, she’s referred to for a while as FARMSTINK BUTTLASS, but she’s way ahead of us; under her hand is a note admonishing the reader and declaring her actual name to be Jade Harley. I think she’s the cutest of the kids, myself - just seeing her first appearance makes me happy! All its weaknesses aside, Homestuck’s pretty great at creating painfully cute character designs and attaching a good range of personalities to them.

FAILURE ARTIST: Jade Harley was considered a “Mary Sue” when she was first introduced. I don’t know why. Yeah, she has a lot of eccentricities and unusual possessions but so do the other characters.

Farmstink is a reference to an old comic Hussie did about this dude obsessed with the stink of farms. Hussie’s early work is really weird.

CHEL: The reader attempts to wake Jade by dropping a pumpkin carved with an animal’s face on her head, but the pumpkin disappears; as we know, WV now has it. Fortunately for the pacing, Jade wakes up on her own. Look closely, and you’ll notice the symbol on her shirt changes each page; that turns out a bit later to be due to her hi-tech WARDROBIFIER. If I recall correctly, Hussie intended to settle on one chosen by reader vote, but ended up on a cycle of three different ones.

FAILURE ARTIST: Jade settles on three icons to appear on her shirt. However, eventually just one icon stays on her shirt. The WARDROBIFIER doesn’t get much use with her, though a later character has the same thing.

CHEL: Jade is also wearing COLORFUL REMINDERS on her fingers, and when the view pans out it’s revealed by the view from the window that her GARDEN ATRIUM is on a high floor. She plays the flute badly for a while in a Flash game; apparently it’s not her preferred instrument. Also fortunately for the pacing, we think, she knows how to use her sylladex, and prefers to set its retrieval function in the form of a memory game because you seem to have a knack for always guessing right on the first try! On checking her reminders, she remembers to wish John happy birthday, gathers some fruit, and heads upstairs by means of a teleporter.

Jade’s bedroom proves to be full of various disturbing-looking plushies, albeit not nearly as disturbing as the Smuppets, hanging baskets and potted plants, a bass guitar, and G-rated furry artwork, including a piece obviously drawn by Dave. Franchises depicted in her toy and poster collections include GREEN SLIME GHOST (the apparent copyright-friendly source of John’s T-shirt and pogo ride), MANTHRO CHAPS (mustachioed human faces on plush animal bodies), and SQUIDDLES (adorable octopi with magnets in their bellies which stick together as Tangle Buddies!). Her favoured weapons are rifles, though she would never shoot an animal, and she has various gadgets on a worktable, including a thing that looks like a disconnected window not unlike those shown in Rose’s book, which she apparently hasn’t been able to get to work.

FAILURE ARTIST: Manthro Chaps is a reference to Hussie’s particularly disturbing set of comics where he plays around with anthropomorphization. Like having an anthro chicken man lay anthro eggs.

CHEL: The comic in question, Humanimals, can be found here; warnings for extreme body horror and general grossness.

FAILURE ARTIST: Jade is told by a forum prompter to Lose interest in fauna and never speak of it again. Jade refuses to in a beautiful little speech but she denies she’s a furry. Oh, if she only knew what was coming for her.

Jade looks out the window and we find out she lives somewhere next to a volcano.

CHEL: The very same one which appeared in the animation at the end of the last act, in fact.

Your grandfather is a WORLD RENOWNED EXPLORER-NATURALIST-TREASURE HUNTER-ARCHEOLOGIST-SCIENTIST-ADVENTURER-BIG GAME HUNTER-BILLIONAIRE EXTRAORDINAIRE. He has taught you everything you know.

Grandpa is heavily coded here and in his appearance a bit later as a Great White Hunter, an upper-class European guy who goes to faraway countries in order to shoot the animals there. Of course, non-white people can certainly do that, but white is what people will immediately picture upon seeing the trope. Also note we have another ridiculously wealthy family here. Since all four of the kids have now been introduced and we’ve had a lot of WSP points from their races and financial statuses already, here we get another HOW NOT TO point as well.

The Country Club Here every single character is white and middle-to-upper class. Unless your novel is taking place in rural Sweden, this will eventually give the reader the eerie feeling that some form of ethnic cleansing has taken place. HOW NOT TO WRITE A WEBCOMIC: 14 WHITE SBURB POSTMODERNISM: 7

One could argue that some form of ethnic cleansing is taking place, since these are the kids who are surviving the apocalypse, though that’s not actually fair because there are plenty of other SBurb sessions all across the world which might also succeed.

Jade opens her GADGET CHEST and produces several more items pertaining to her interests, including her computer, which she keeps in a Squiddles lunchbox. Several fortune-telling items are included among them, but according to Jade they are not the source of her abilities. The Magic 8-Ball is apparently usually wrong, responding to being asked whether it’s John’s birthday today with NOT EXACTLY, and the Magic Cue Ball is supposedly always right but is impossible to read, making it completely useless.

FAILURE ARTIST: There’s another Problem Sleuth reference (or rather Problem Sooth) but what’s important is the Magic Cue Ball. Unlike her Magic 8-Ball, it has no window where one can read the prediction. If only Jade had a special vision. Perhaps an eightfold vision.

Jade goes to feed BEC. She has some sylladex trouble until she finally just takes a steak out of her fridge.

CHEL: Once again, the sylladex shenanigans waste several pages.

GET ON WITH IT!: 9

Bec’s identity is as yet unknown, but recall that Dave called him a “devilbeast” in an earlier conversation, and when he suggested shooting Bec Jade said she didn’t think she could if she tried. He also apparently eats nothing but steaks (lucky Grandpa’s a billionaire), so Jade is living on an island with apparently minimal supervision from her guardian and an allegedly dangerous carnivore running wild outside. Like Dave, at this point it seems to be very lucky she’s a cartoon character.

FAILURE ARTIST: Using a special oven she irradiates the steak. Umm, I think Bec can take that but I worry about Jade.

Jade finds and plays her elaborate bass and she’s much better at it than with the flute. During the flash, the camera pulls out and we find out where she lives: in a tower on a small volcanic island with a frog temple in the lagoon. An airplane goes by and drops a package.

Jade uses her super high-tech “lunchtop” to have a conversation with John. Nothing special about that but we see on her chumroll a bunch of unfamiliar handles. Hmm.

CHEL: The unfamiliar handles are listed in the “Trollslum”, which one presumes is a blocklist. I think you have to see just how hi-tech the lunchtop is:

"Jade: Get down to business." (Watch on YouTube)

Hussie’s really coming into his own with the animations by now.

FAILURE ARTIST: Dave has sent her some messages begging her to wake up and unfortunately one line has the f-slur in it.

CLOCKWORK PROBLEMATYKKS: 7

In the end, he decides she’ll probably forget what he says.

CHEL: Begging her to wake up” doesn’t exactly cover it.

TG: youre asleep again arent you TG: or do you even know if you are TG: i still dont know how that works TG: its like nothing means anything

Apparently Jade sometimes talks to him while she’s sleeping.

FAILURE ARTIST: There’s a little flash where you can listen to some of Dave’s tunes. When you’re done with that, you can join her in looking at mspadventures.com. A crude John wearing a wizard hat is sitting on his lawn with the caption

It begins to dawn on you that everything you just did may have been a colossal waste of time.

What the hell is going on here? Is Jade reading what John is doing right now?

CHEL: I think it’s just a fourth wall joke, but it’s certainly accurate, considering our GET ON WITH IT count.

FAILURE ARTIST: Next, we get this flash called Midnight Crew: Act 1031. If you are watching it in 2019, the song playing is Dead Shuffle by Mark Hadley. However, the song was originally Nightlife by Bill Bolin. Unfortunately, Bolin had a dispute with Hussie over Hussie using music that Bolin considered WIP. Bolin blew up and called Hussie “unprofessional” and in a very professional move posted a photo of himself giving the double deuce. It’s a shame this happened since Nightlife is a jauntier and more appropriate tune.

CHEL: The Midnight Crew, to be specific, are gangsters with card-themed names who bear a striking resemblance to WV, living in a mysterious purple city full of towers, pitted against the Felt, another gang of odd-looking green fellows who wear bowler hats with numbers on them, in the colour schemes of a set of pool balls.

Hussie did make reference in the previous page to a “weird tangential intermission [which] clearly advanced the plot in no way whatsoever”, implying that it actually is relevant, and the purple city and its shiny black beady-eyed inhabitants look very familiar, but since as far as we know at this point the Midnight Crew is just a comic-within-a-comic, you know which counts get added to.

GET ON WITH IT!: 10 WHAT IS HAPPENING??: 2

Just for the record, the leader of the gang is named Spades Slick, and yes, we’re aware that “spade” is a slur against black people, which makes it slightly unfortunate to be applied as a name to a black-shelled alien creature. However, we’re not counting that as PROBLEMATYKKS because Hussie and the Crew’s original writer certainly did not intend that. It’s not that commonly used a term from what I’ve seen, the playing cards would be the more likely immediate association, and with the other characters being Clubs Deuce, Hearts Boxcars, and Diamonds Droog, it’s just an unfortunate coincidence. If he was a black human, then I’d object more strenuously.

FAILURE ARTIST: Jade talks with Dave (I think the conversation is a repeat?)

CHEL: Yep.

GET ON WITH IT!: 11

FAILURE ARTIST: Finally, we get the flash we’ve been waiting for: Dave strifes with his mysterious guardian. Or rather, he strifes with Lil Cal while Bro is a speed blur.

BRIGHT: Unlike the other strifes up to this point, the reader can’t do anything other than watch, because Bro slices the command box in half right at the start.

TIER: In the world of Homestuck, the parental units are overall just really weird! Like dad Egbert severe overabundance of cakes and mom Lalonde's drunken dysfunction. It's overall all hilarious, fitting with the tone and humor of the story well!

But then we have our lovely outlier. The one, the hated, The. Bro “a huge bastard honestly” Strider! A.K.A basically the one guardian whose questionable parenting gets the Real Consequences treatment later on in this tale. Peculiar that.

CHEL: Now, under most circumstances, an adult man beating the hell out of a barely-teenage kid, on the precarious rooftop of a high-rise building no less, would be horrifying. However, Bro chooses to hit Dave with his puppet, which… is frankly hard to take seriously. Obviously it would still hurt if a real person did that, but it looks so stupid that the immediate assumption is that it’s a joke.

BRIGHT: Particularly when earlier strife moves like Rose’s ‘Empty Suicide Threat’ were intended to be humorous. This is about on the same level as that, in terms of severity!

TIER: Being smacked around by the flopping noodle limbs of a freaky puppet is honestly hard to take seriously. Hell, this entire sequence is chock full of outlandish “Rule of Cool” bullshit and I am Peeved that I was apparently supposed to look at this sequence of ridiculous events and go “OBVIOUSLY THIS IS FUCKED UP AND ABUSIVE”.

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 7

CHEL: I could kinda see that with hindsight from the rest of the comic, but definitely not “OBVIOUSLY THIS IS A LOT MORE FUCKED UP AND ABUSIVE THAN THE OTHER AWFUL FAMILY CIRCUMSTANCES”, which is what was apparently intended. And we also get another HOW NOT TO point, which we’ll give now even though the official “reveal” comes much later.

A Novel Called It - wherein an abusive parent exists Bad parents are everywhere in unpublished fiction. Whole cities of abusive fathers and sneering mothers live in the pages of books that can’t be sold. While occasionally, and notably in the horror genre, this sort of material can be made good (Carrie, V. C. Andrews), most cruel parents in fiction are just as much fun as they are in real life. HOW NOT TO WRITE A WEBCOMIC: 14

That damn puppet gets creepier every time, admittedly, more so now that Bro is moving so fast that the thing appears to be dancing on Dave’s head under its own power. Dave’s expressions look more annoyed than afraid or hurt, however, in my opinion.

FAILURE ARTIST: Anyway, we go back to Jade. Rose is pestering her.

TT: I require a font of frighteningly accurate yet infuriatingly nonspecific information. TT: Do you know where I can find a wellspring of this sort?

Very business-like, isn’t it? Rose and Jade’s relationship is a big missed opportunity in this comic. They’re more like friends-of-friends than friends.

CHEL: I don’t know, that sounds to me like how Rose talks to the boys too; facetiously formal. Still, they don’t converse nearly as much as the boys do with each other or them. Male writers in particular tend to do this, and it’s not entirely their faults. People are socialised to think women talk a lot more than they do, so he probably didn’t notice.

TIER: A real shame honestly, we were fucking robbed of some peak interactions between a sunshine flower child and a “dark and brooding” baby goth. Fucking. Robbed.

FAILURE ARTIST: We find out that Jade was the one who had the idea of playing Sburb. She had told Rose that the game would answer some of Rose’s unnamed questions. Rose wants more information on this Big Day. Jade says the game will not be what Rose thinks it is and will answer questions Rose hasn’t thought of yet. On that mysterious note, Jade says goodbye.

CHEL: We check in briefly with Rose in the present, confirming that she’s found the secret passage and is escaping the fire, bringing the corpse of her cat along with her, then to John, who is doing much worse. The ogres (the giant tusked imps) have cornered him, and while he flails frantically about with his Pogo Hammer it doesn’t do much good. They beat the snot out of him with the old Sassacre book and the tire swing, then send him flying into the abyss; fortunately, Nannasprite is able to catch him on his bed and provide healing, allowing him to flail uselessly at the ogres again and get beaten up again, ad infinitum.

Back in the desert, a giant worm-like creature emerges from PM’s bunker and chows down on the cart full of mailboxes. PM is displeased, and puts a hand on the hilt of an ornate black sword.

Cut back to the FAQ, which John has found time to edit with information about the punch card system. He doesn’t know if anyone is left alive to play the game, but Rose asked him to add to it, so he will. He’s figured out with his 133t h4x0r 5k1llz that the captcha code on the back of the cards is converted into a binary-based pattern on the cards, 0 being blank and 1 being a punched hole. Overlapping the cards functions like a bitwise AND operation, causing both to be enacted. The 48-hole card system allows for 300 trillion combinations, but John lampshades the fact that this couldn’t possibly cover every conceivable captchable item, and that various combinations of overlapping cards would just produce the same combination. This is just adding to my conviction that the system ought to be reworked; the totems alone would probably allow for a much wider range, if one gets down to the atomic level of their shape. Then again, those would be a lot harder to merge… Still, I’m sure there’s some way to work it.

BRIGHT: This section was kind of surprising to me because up to this point we haven’t had much if any description of John being into coding, so the section came out of left field somewhat. Not bad, necessarily, just jarring.

CHEL: Actually, he did mention in his intro that he likes to program, albeit not very well, he had some coding books on his shelves, and the icons on his computer are named in a way which implies they’re some of his attempts at coding. However, this interest never really comes up again later that I remember.

Meanwhile, the secret passage Rose followed led to her mother’s laboratory, which bears the logo “SN” with a stylised atom and a spirograph pattern in the loops of the S. It seems Mom Lalonde knows more than she’s letting on about the game. Inside the laboratory is an enormous HUBGRID of devices into which the laptop can be plugged.

FAILURE ARTIST: Rose uses that ol’ r-slur when she says she won’t go on the pad so that’s another point.

CLOCKWORK PROBLEMATYKKS: 8

CHEL: Jade uses the TRANSPORTALIZER to travel most of the way down to the ground floor, but not all the way down because the one on that floor is blocked. As she walks down the last couple of flights of stairs, we see Grandpa’s own collections of stuff; taxidermised animal heads, suits of armour, mummified corpses (made by pasting in photographs to the cartoon background, it’s creepy as hell), and his BLUE BEAUTIES, or the DAUGHTERS OF ECLECTICA; sun-bleached portrait photographs of beautiful women. On the final floor, we are confronted with the thing blocking the final portal; a gigantic preserved monster with a white head and green serpentine body. It took me till just now to figure it out but I think the white part is supposed to be a human torso on the snake tail; at first it just looked like a snake wearing a stocking mask. That’s what happens when the humans don’t have arms.

Jade thought she had logged off from Pesterchum, but suddenly it pings again, and here we are introduced to an entirely new section of the cast. We’re probably not spoiling anything by not being mysterious about them at this point in the fandom’s history, but just in case, we’ll stick to doing the reveals when the comic does. The person talking to Jade is one of the names from her TROLLSLUM, under the handle carcinoGeneticist; they gloat about being “BETTER AND SMARTER THAN YOU, FOREVER” when asked how they’re still contacting Jade after being blocked, and mock her about today being “FINALLY THE DAY YOU FUCK EVERYTHING UP”. Angry, Jade blocks them again.

FAILURE ARTIST: I had forgotten that “they” appeared so early.

CHEL: Well, “appear” is stretching it; the TROLLSLUM only make contact through Pesterchum for a while yet. And when they show up, we’ll have both plenty of skilfully-written points to pick out and plenty of counts to apply.

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On Intercessory Prayer, Reiki and the Greater Good

Intercessory Prayer is the place you offer to God that something you need will occur or that something you don't require won't occur. In these cases, you are referencing that God "mediate" for your preferred position. It has been a touch of most religions for a long time and ages. Regardless, accomplishes it work?

In all actuality, a few years sooner an assessment ( Study of the Therapeutic Effects of Intercessory Prayer (STEP) in heart avoid patients: a multicenter randomized basic of shortcoming and sureness of getting intercessory claim. Am Heart J.2006 Apr;151(4):934-42) was finished by a party of agents (Benson H, Dusek JA, Sherwood JB, Lam P, Bethea CF, Carpenter W, Levitsky S, Hill PC, Clem DW JR, Jain MK, Drumel D, Kopecky SL, Mueller PS, Marek D, Rollins S, Hibberd PL.) The assessment offered the impact of solicitation a chance the pace of tries following coronary deftly course stay away from combine (CABG) clinical procedure Breakthrough Prayer .

Three get-togethers of patients were related with the appraisal: the individuals who were prompted they would get intercessory claim to support their recuperation (601 patients,) the individuals who were told they may get intercessory demand and did (601 patients,) and the individuals who were told they may possibly get it in any case didn't (597 patients.) Quoting from the speculative: RESULTS: In the 2 social affairs sketchy about getting intercessory appeal, loads happened in 52% (315/604) of patients who got intercessory demand versus 51% (304/597) of the individuals who didn't (relative threat 1.02, 95% CI 0.92-1.15). Difficulties happened in 59% (352/601) of patients sure of getting intercessory demand separated and the 52% (315/604) of those unsure of enduring intercessory advance (relative risk 1.14, 95% CI 1.02-1.28). Basic occasions and 30-day mortality were equivalent over the 3 get-togethers. Terminations: Intercessory demand itself had no impact on chaos free recuperation from CABG, yet sureness of getting intercessory claim was associated with a higher repeat of complexities.

What are we to think about that? Is it conceivable that intrigue could make more prominent complexities happen? One may battle that if the patients recognized they were being locked in God for, they may have gone up against more challenges or may have improved a than normal undertaking in isolation to recover. Regardless, we are discussing post-usable complexities, not way of life changes. The employable factors here are passing occasions rapidly fusing the clinical system, not steady way of life factors with since quite a while back, reinforced proposals.

Obviously this assessment was done with astounding sound structure, purposefully spread out. In any case, in their authentic conviction, the scientists neglect to consider factors that make reality work. In the affirmations of a persistent accomplice "they utilized horrendous exacting perspective." on a significant level I concur with this, yet I would word it in a frightening way. In my view the best factor these scientists dismissed was that of unpretentiousness. Certainly, the truth is unusual most definitely: HUMILITY.

Where did I consider that thought? Hold tight for me here - this gets somewhat tangled. Beforehand a companion comfortable me with the solicitation for Reiki. On the off chance that you are intrigued about this, Reiki is such a noteworthiness that urges the body's capacity to recoup itself. At any rate that is the authority, at an advantageous time clarification. Magnanimous, at any rate it is far past that!

As per the force starting clarification, an individual who has been available to Level One Reiki can on a very basic level lay their hands on somebody and similarly move some centrality that will help with modifying state a physical issue or a touch of the recipient's body that has torment. Notwithstanding the way that the instrument of development isn't obvious to me even until today, the essential idea was central enough. I was unimaginably mindful, at any rate the practically identical day I as of late found a few solutions concerning it, I permitted my partner to give me the "attunement" that moved this recuperating vitality to my hands. In coming about months I utilized it every once in a while for minor a throbbing painful quality, about in a relative vein as that wherein Bensen and Dusek's social affair completed their assessment on request: "to check whether it worked!"

While clearly it was not engage and couldn't do the incredible, after a short time, this showing of Reiki had earned enough as far as anyone knows that I comprehended the open door had shown up to develop my abilities to the going with level. In Level Two Reiki I had heard, it was conceivable, not exclusively to move the fixing centrality in a hands-on way, yet despite send it to a craving. Actually it was even conceivable to send it over parcels to help recuperate somebody extravagantly far away to genuinely contact. I pushed toward the multi day instructional social affair with some extent of disquiet. I was enabled in any case pushed: "would I say I was being cleared into something superfluously 'out there' for my for the most part 'at the present time' self?"

Bearing the instructional course, one idea jumped out at me as basic. "Reiki should dependably be utilized for "everyone's bit of leeway." You can't utilize it to control individuals." For instance, you were unable to send Reiki to the target that your most recognizably ghastly foe will break his leg. Not that I was expecting to control or damage anybody, yet this was enthralling to me. What was this "more obvious mind boggling" the instructor discussed? Who precisely would pick everyone's bit of leeway in some subjective circumstance??? While I promptly comprehended the probability that one couldn't control an individual or a condition with Reiki, it was some time before I comprehended the hugeness of the chance of "everyone's bit of leeway."

Not long after the instructional social event, I was delineating my new Level Two Reiki aptitudes to a mate - a non-demanding accomplice, who I thought would be correspondingly questionable - when to my amaze she reported "Liberal, so it would appear that request by at that point!" all things being equal I was insulted and paralyzed by this. My perspective on request at the time took in the wake of referencing charm. I was not inclined to addressing God for solitary kindnesses from a human God I didn't take trust in - and I was cheerful for it.

In any case I kept utilizing the Reiki and after some time my view of it kept making. A tiny bit at a time I came to see that piece of what was gathered by that "more fundamental unprecedented" included having the HUMILITY to comprehend that what I need to occur in some discretionary circumstance may not be the best thing by and large. With this brilliant mechanical gathering in my grasp - permitting me to send correcting vitality to a wide extent of clashing conditions and to individuals with different sicknesses - by what strategy may I have the choice to, in my bound humanness, know all the variables? In some unpredictable condition, whatever target I sent to, I would need to permit that I didn't in actuality comprehend what result would be great. I held no choice to choose and ask that MY WILL be done - I could basically send criticalness to "everyone's preferred position" and trust the Reiki, or whoever was offering it, to "know" the capability.

Here is an ideal model that was going on definitely at the open entryway I was coming to full assertion of this. One of my kinfolk was experiencing inconvenience in his marriage. I chose to send Reiki to his relationship with his life partner. Understanding "everyone's bit of leeway" thought necessitated that I have the HUMILITY to get that, much as I had a solid trust in the relationship being insinuated thrive, my sending Reiki could have the impact of helping it to end. My sending Reiki derived surrendering my eagerness for the result and tolerating that my endeavors would help "everyone's favorable position" with occurring - regardless of whether that proposed I would push the non-bolstered result. In the event that it was the ideal open entryway for their relationship to end, my Reiki could assist that with happening snappier, potentially with less wretchedness and malignance, yet end regardless. It was an authentic undertaking for me to perceive this. Much as I taking advantage of my sister in law, and much as I didn't require my kinfolk detached, I expected to perceive that my place was basically to send "for everyone's potential benefit in their relationship." ...and NOT to the point of attempting to spare their marriage!

Reliably, there were different chances to help individuals by sending Reiki. Some gave signs of progress, some kicked the bucket. Some developed, some got disconnected. The open door for lowliness started from recognizing it was not I who was answerable for the framework, regardless of whether you need to call it bid, Reiki or crazy reasoning. I expected to understand how to build up the quietude to see that everyone's favorable position (whoever or such a being was picking absolutely what that more significant inconceivable was) was something past my insight and outside my ability to get a handle on.

So if Reiki looks like solicitation, and as a general rule, straightforwardly these years a while later, I can say I perceive how it is - it isn't so essential to whom precisely you importune. In the event that there is an eminent being up there with any ordinariness or viewpoint, he would perceive your solicitation, your relating or your Reiki sending, paying little notice to who or what you think you are sending it to. Just a man-made, minimal detested god would essentially look at petitions sent explicitly to a limited idea of him in light of a specific objective from a specific get-together of his family, to the degree anyone knows maintained by him over all the rest!

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Dance With Me?

A/N: The other day I got an ask about this universe, and it sparked my creativity! So here’s another installment, and a new fusion that I’m super excited to introduce to y’all! Also I really love writing in this universe, it gives me a chance to show how much multishipper trash I am. Enjoy!

Masterpost

Warnings (let me know if there’s anything I should add!): Deceit, implied/refrenced NSFW (blink and you’ll miss it), flirting, self-deprecation, anxious thoughts

Through fusion, Roman had come to realize something. He was completely, totally, utterly in love. And not just with one person, either. He was in love with all of them: Logan, Patton, and Virgil. Whether he was part of Amor with Patton, or if he was just himself, he loved them all dearly. The only problem was, he didn’t quite know what to do about it. So far, all he had been doing was fusing and deflecting. Unfortunately, the only one he had been fusing with was Patton, and not that he didn’t love Patton, but he was curious as to what it would be like fusing with the others. But Virgil seemed rather averse to fusing, and Logan was, well, Logan. So Roman was left moping, wandering around the mindscape and unsure of what to do.

An agonized, frustrated sigh came from Logan’s room. Roman paused by his door, unsure if he heard correctly. His hand hovered by the door, uncertain if he should knock or not. He lowered his hands, and fidgeted with his princely attire, before raising his hand once again to knock.

“Roman, do come in. I can practically hear you internally debating on whether or not you should knock,” Logan’s voice came, before he even had the chance to knock. Roman chuckled to himself, and opened the door to Logan’s room. Logan was sitting at his desk, notes strewn all over. He had clearly been running his hands through his hair, as it was a ruffled mess. Which honestly, was quite an adorable look on the logical side.

“What’s the matter, specs? You seem a little… frazzled,” Roman commented, walking over and plopping himself on top of Logan’s desk. Papers fluttered off of the desk, earning Roman an exasperated glare from Logan.

“This whole fusion thing has me a bit… frustrated. I wish to learn more, but Virgil isn’t too keen on fusing, and I feel like I’m invading Amor’s privacy,” Logan sighed. A smile crept over Roman’s face, and he hopped off of Logan’s desk, holding out a hand to him.

“Dance with me?” he asked softly, a warm and inviting look in his eyes. Logan flushed slightly, fidgeting with his glasses.

“I… Roman, what-” Logan stuttered. Roman reached out and took Logan’s hand, pulling him up to his feet and causing a small yelp to escape his lips.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Roman teased, guiding Logan to the center of the room.

“Roman, I hardly see how this will help. Besides, I’m not a dancer,” Logan protested. Roman simply smiled, and snapped his fingers. Soft classical music began to play, and Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“How did you do that, this is my room,” Logan frowned.

“Guess you subconsciously want to dance,” Roman shrugged. He took Logan’s other hand, and brought it up to rest on his shoulder. He kept his other hand clasped with Logan’s, while his now free hand rested on Logan’s lower back. Roman began to gently sway to the music, taking Logan along with him.

“I still don’t see how this is going to help,” Logan huffed.

“You’re too uptight! I think you need to loosen up a bit,” Roman replied, grinning cheekily. He tugged Logan closer to him, gently twirling the both of them. Logan clung to Roman, thrown a bit off balance by the sudden movement.

“A little warning, next time?” Logan muttered.

“Oh? So you wouldn’t object to doing it again?” Roman teased. Logan rolled his eyes.

“You are insufferable,” Logan replied, though a small smile had slipped onto his face. Roman chuckled warmly, the sound reverberating in his chest. Logan began to slowly move along with Roman, instead of being tugged along by him, and Roman’s heart swelled at the realization. Roman pulled him closer still, pleasantly surprised when Logan melted into the touch and willingly moved closer.

A soft glow slowly began to envelop the two of them, and soon the light had grown to fill the whole room. When the light cleared, the room had changed drastically, and Roman and Logan were no longer there. Instead there was just one man, still swaying and twirling to the soft classical music. The fusion opened his eyes, suddenly realizing he wasn’t two people anymore. He glanced around, taking in the room around him. It now resembled a mad scientist’s laboratory, with lab tables cluttered with beakers and various scientific instruments. There was one table in the center that was free of clutter, and just beyond that was a large mirror hanging on the wall. The fusion rushed over to it, eager to take in his appearance. He wore a white lab coat over a dark blue dress shirt, black dress pants, and brown dress shoes. He also wore a deep red tie, and a pair of red lab goggles were propped up on his head.

“Oh, hel-lo there,” he murmured appreciatively. He turned from side to side, taking in his full appearance. After a moment or two of examining his reflection, he stepped away from the mirror and looked around his lab.

“Well, first day of being me, what should I do?” he wondered aloud, rubbing his hands together excitedly. He stepped over to one of the lab tables, but suddenly froze in his tracks, his face lighting up.

“Wait, I need to tell the others!” he cried, darting to the door and rushing out into the hallway. His excited demeanor quickly deflated when at first glance, no one was out in the hallway. However, once he turned around, he saw a lone figure wearing headphones walking down the hall.

“Virgil!” the fusion cried out. The side in question jumped, tearing his headphones off and turning to glare at him.

“Roman, what the- wait,” Virgil frowned, squinting at the man in front of him. The fusion merely smirked expectantly at him.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. How on earth did Roman convince Logan to fuse?” Virgil scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I- actually, I believe this was an accident. Logan was frustrated, Roman was flirtatious, they danced, and bam! I’m here, gracing you with my glorious presence,” he explained, hands gesturing wildly.

“Wonderful. You got a name?” Virgil muttered. The fusion’s eyes grew wide, and a contemplative look came over his face.

“Hmm… I believe my name is… Favian! Yes, truly a fitting name! After all, it means ‘man of wisdom’ and ‘brave’, which fits me quite well,” he proudly proclaimed.

“Well Favian, it’s good to meet you, I guess,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It is quite wonderful to meet you as well, Virgil,” Favian replied, his tone cool and… sultry?

“I- uh, yeah. You know, I bet you wanna meet Patton- er, well I guess you technically already know him cause Roman and Logan know him but-”

“Well I see that there’s not a new fusion,” a cold voice interrupted from behind Virgil, causing him to jump and let out a shout of surprise. He whirled around and scowled at Deceit.

“If everyone could stop giving me a heart attack today, that would be fantastic,” Virgil huffed. Deceit opened his mouth to retort something, but Favian leapt in front of Virgil and stared him down.

“Not another word, Deceit,” Favian growled, and tried to summon Roman’s sword. However, what he instead got was a small silver object with a glowing blue light at the end. He frowned, inspecting the object in his hand.

“Is that-”

“It’s a sonic screwdriver!” Favian exclaimed, cutting Virgil off. He tossed the sonic up, watching it flip in midair before he caught it again. Deceit frowned, and tried once again to say something, but Favian cut him off again.

“I was expecting maybe a high-tech or sci-fi sword of some sort, but this is so much better! I’m just like the Doctor! Which means Virgil is my lovely companion, and you… hmm. Not a Dalek or Cyberman, both of those things are far too methodical, and you, my good sir, do not follow any sort of logic,” Favian rambled, twirling the sonic between his fingers as he talked.

“Don’t shut up,” Deceit hissed.

“Gladly. Perhaps a weeping angel? You’re certainly creepy enough…” he continued, trailing off when Deceit growled at him.

“You’re not annoying, and this fusion will last. After all, Logan and Roman are so similar and get along so well,” Deceit snapped. Favian’s brow furrowed, and he glared at Deceit.

“Oh no you don’t, I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make me unstable, like you did to Amor! But it’s not going to work, because I like being me, fiend!” Favian declared, jabbing his finger into Deceit’s face. However, doing so caused him to unintentionally poke his scaly cheek. Deceit jumped back, hissing at the lab coat-clad fusion. Favian looked surprised for a moment, but then raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Your scales are not quite the texture I expected… what do you do to keep them so smooth? Is there moisturizer for scales? Are there other snake-like qualities you have? Open your mouth for me, would you?” Favian rambled, creeping closer to him. Deceit started to edge away, looking quite like a startled cat.

“I- uh- have very important things to do,” Deceit squeaked. Virgil smirked at Deceit’s sudden attitude change, earning a glare from the snake-like side.

“Well, ordinarily I would let you go, but everything you say is a lie, Deceit. Which means you don’t have anything better to do,” Favian replied before Deceit could say anything else. Virgil let out a slight chuckle at that, and Favian beamed.

“Do keep laughing, don’t help me!” Deceit hissed.

“Whatever you say, Deceit,” Virgil laughed, giving an exaggerated shrug. Deceit growled in frustration, and with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

“Aww, I wanted to see if he had fangs or a forked tongue! I also was curious about something else, did you know that snakes have a double-”

“Don’t finish that sentence!” Virgil exclaimed.

“But I just want to know if Deceit has-” “No, I know where this is going, stop it. He may be an asshole-”

“Understatement,” Favian muttered.

“But that doesn’t mean we need to invade his privacy, alright dude?” Virgil scolded, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Favian let out a long sigh.

“Fiiine, I’ll leave him alone. But I wanted to do something exciting! Something science-y, something adventurous!” Favian exclaimed. Virgil huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.

“Not everything has to be an adventure, you know. Sometimes it’s nice to just… I don’t know, chill or whatever,” Virgil pointed out with a soft smile. Favian was silent for a moment, pondering over what Virgil had said. He twirled his sonic between his fingers, watching its movements before glancing back at Virgil. The anxious side still had that rare soft smile on his face, and the sight of it made Favian’s heart rate accelerate.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Virgil demanded, the smile slipping off of his face and a scowl replacing it. Favian deflated slightly, ceasing his fiddling with his sonic and tucking it into his lab coat pocket.

“My apologies. I’m afraid I got distracted,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Nah it’s cool, you just kinda freaked me out for a sec there,” Virgil replied, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half smile.

“Why don’t you smile more?” Favian blurted. Virgil froze, and instantly the fusion was mortified at the words that had escaped his mouth.

“I… um-”

“I’m sorry, just ignore me. That was a foolish thing to say, I wasn’t thinking. I’ll leave you alone now, it’s clear I have only been a bother,” Favian cut Virgil off, and turned to walk back into his room. However, he was halted by a hand on his arm. He turned back around to see Virgil with a conflicted expression on his face.

“Hey, I get it. Logan’s curiosity combined with Roman’s lack of a filter can cause a bit of an issue. That doesn’t make you an idiot. And… to answer your question…” Virgil pauses for a moment, taking a shaky breath. “I’m Anxiety, Favian. Positivity is pretty hard to come by.”

“Don’t let Patton hear you talk like that,” Favian muttered. Virgil let out a light chuckle, and a small smile slipped onto Favian’s face at the sound.

“Hey now, that wasn’t a laugh or anything relating to a smile. That was just me… breathing,” Virgil snarked when he saw Favian’s smile.

“Oh? Well, such erratic breathing habits cannot be healthy… perhaps some tests are in order?” he asked with a teasing lilt. Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Nothing stops you, huh? I think I’ll pass, Favian. But one last thing,” Virgil said, his tone turning serious.

“Yes?” Favian replied, his voice trembling slightly.

“You’re not an idiot, or a fool, or anything like that. Sure, you blurt things out and are a little eccentric, but you’re clever and witty too. You got Deceit to go away by talking him to death so that he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I know I wouldn’t have been able to think of that,” Virgil said, his voice firm yet comforting. Favian’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Thank you, Virgil,” he said softly. He stepped forward, almost involuntarily, and reached out to place a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. A blush crept onto Virgil’s face, but he didn’t break away from the contact.

“You’re- uh- you’re welcome,” Virgil breathed. Their faces were now mere inches apart, and Favian leaned in to place a kiss on Virgil’s cheek. It was a brief brush of the lips against Virgil’s face, but the action made Virgil’s blush grow deeper nonetheless.

“Thank you,” Favian whispered again, then pulled away from Virgil. He spun on his heel, walking back to his room and leaving Virgil standing in the hall.

Virgil watched Favian walk back into his room. Part of him wanted to rush over and demand answers, but the rest of him was too busy replaying that moment over and over again in his head. Favian had kissed him. Well, not really kiss him, more of a feather-light touch of his lips on Virgil’s cheek, but he had kissed him. What did that mean? Did Logan like Virgil? Did Roman like Virgil? Did both of them like him? And why was there a part of Virgil that wondered what it would be like if Favian kissed him again, really kissed him?

The anxious side buried his face in his hands with a groan. In any case, he had to talk to someone about this. So Virgil brought his face up from his hands, and turned to walk down the hall. Time to find his best friend.

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content warning: this post is about suicidal ideation, past and present. kind words are welcome and seriously appreciated, but i do not think i am in any imminent danger of hurting myself.

also this is all really stupid and i’ll probably make it private at some point so get it while it’s hot i guess

when I was at uni, I got really suicidal for the first time. I did not kill myself, or even make an actual attempt (though I did seriously consider it, I reached out for trusted friends for help instead). that was the closest I got, but I still have flareups of suicidal ideation now and again. i’ve also seen my friends attempt or talk about it enough times that I’ve gone from ‘sitting in floods of tears thinking I’ve lost them’ to just, going through the usual things I do (reaching out when I see someone in distress, going through the ‘RAISED’ checklist) it just seems kind of routine now, which is depressing to realise.

anyway um i had a pretty bad attack of it this morning, which felt worse than usual. and i guess i noticed i seem to be thinking about things ever so slightly differently now?

back at uni, at least so far as I recall it, what i felt the greatest feeling of hostility towards was myself. I felt extremely conscious of all the enormous effort that had gone towards getting me to that place, and felt that I was continually, colossally let everyone down. I had put all my self-worth on the idea that I’d become a scientist, contribute to the great project of knowledge or whatever, and when I was manifestly failing to do that it implied I was just a vile, unforgiveable person.

Moreover, I was still on the tail end of the obsession with skepticism/atheism, even the lesswrong ideology; heuristics and bias research, that kind of thing. I felt that I must be perfectly informed and measured and thoughtful whenever I spoke, that ignorance was kind of unforgivable. I was conscious of the ethical theory of utilitarianism in which ‘whatever is not forbidden is mandatory’; in any situation, there would be a single ‘perfect’ course of action that I should take in any situation to like, maximise the good i do other people.

along with that, i had two beliefs like... i couldn’t rightly think ill of anyone for the things that i thought ill of myself of (how could i possibly know their context?) and also that i was intrinsically less important than anyone else (that just felt right - given the choice that something difficult be done by me or someone else, it should obviously always be me who takes it on). so it was all like, carefully designed instruments to make me hate myself.

now...

now i don’t hate myself so much. i transitioned for one thing. there’s still things i don’t like about myself but i feel like i’m changing and building capacity. i’m still very scared of letting people down but i refuse to be someone who stands there and apologises for being useless while someone else does The Work, and I’m trying to get better at recognising what needs to be done and doing it without someone else prompting.

but instead of feeling like I’m evil, a waste, etc., I feel... inadequate. so now instead of hating myself I kind of hate the world I live in? like just... the grim sweep of history, the billions of people who died before me in conditions even more miserable than now. the systems of power and violence that inescapably shape my entire context. even if I did lead the life of the Perfect Utilitarian Agent, always doing the right thing in every circumstance (and I certainly have not), it would accomplish more or less shit all.

hurting people is trivial, doing right by each other - and our own selves!! - takes so much work.

i’m still conscious of like, what my existence costs, but hopefully I don’t exceptionalise myself as much. sure, going to the supermarket means I’m buying food that’s manufactured by exploited immigrant labour or in miserable conditions in the cheapest factory the multinational could find, but... the people who work in those factories also shop at the same kind of supermarket, we’re all part of this. it seems, construed broadly, just about every living creature commits acts of violence to survive at the expense of others, or else it dies to other creatures. even the plants fight each other chemically for territory and nutrients. even the ‘peaceful’ herbivores must sustain themselves by tearing up other living entities.

the rule that governs the evolution of the world is not ‘things shouldn’t suffer’ or ‘things should fulfil some creator’s purpose’, it’s just a really dumb tautology, ‘whatever reproduces itself, reproduces itself’.

so, then, it’s awful but it’s not me specifically that’s more awful than everything else, i now think of myself as a byproduct of an awful world. which isn’t much better but at least affords a little more agency and self-determination or something.

but that’s not much of an answer to suicidal ideation. maybe it’s a step towards it.

anyway this morning i was feeling like... i don’t see any good future, i’m theoretically moving out of here when the tenancy ends in a month but... I don’t know who I’m moving in with, there’s a couple of groups of friends in this city but I don’t think either of them have room for another person in their house.

but also i just feel exhausted. i saw someone get sectioned by cops and like, the thing is not that that is unusual, but precisely that it’s normal. that the armed forces of the state can just show up and incarcerate someone, and even my girlfriend with all her experience caring for people who are having panic attacks and similar circumstances couldn’t do anything to prevent that person being further traumatised by the gears of medicine. the cops could just go and take her away, just like that, a bunch of them to surround one autistic girl. that’s just what happens. that’s what cops are for, it’s probably happening somewhere else in this city right this minute.

and meanwhile, it feels like I make no progress cleaning the house, i burn all my energy trying to clear some of the “technical debt” of the first few months and by the time I’ve recovered enough to clean some more, whatever I did the first time needs to be done again. Living is inherently messy, it’s ‘will against entropy’ like Charity said about abusive systems, and as such it’s exhausting.

and all of this is normal. people work far longer hours in both reproductive and ‘productive’ labour. so it’s a really shitty reason to even think about killing myself. so why do i do it? is it supposed to make me feel better somehow, to imagine what would happen if i didn’t have to deal with it? why does living not seem worthwhile any more?

one of the things that kept me alive back at uni was knowing that there were people who cared about me and would be devastated if i died. i wished i could just disappear, and everyone would snap out of the illusion that I was anything other than a worthless monster. i couldn’t see why these people would care about someone so manifestly undeserving, but i couldn’t deny that they did.

if anything, that’s even more true now... but what scares me is that the logic is changing. back then it was, it doesn’t matter what i want, i ought to die because i’m bad, i’d be doing everyone a favour in taking myself out of the picture. now it’s like... this morning i wasn’t sure if i wanted to keep living. like i can wonder if the “good” i do makes up for the “costs” of keeping me alive but the answer is irrelevant, because it’s just a decision i get to make, to die or to keep living. it would be a selfish decision, an exercises of autonomy in which others get no say.

it would be a decision that approximately 1 in 200 people make at some point in their lives. right now, a lot of people are killing themselves. their reasons might be good or bad - we only hear from the ones who fail, naturally, and come to change their mind and regret it. the ones who don’t regret it, most likely keep trying.

i don’t think it’s an impulse i want to act on, but i do think if i’m going to stay alive i want it to be for my own sake, i want to have an intrinsic motivation to live not an extrinsic motivation like ‘oh if i die it will horribly fuck up some of the people i care about’.

like if i’m choosing to live on, knowing full well that this is going to inevitably hurt people in large and small, direct and indirect ways (i’ll make more fuckups, i’ll keep consuming)... what am i even living for? it’s not a life of sitting in my room writing physics questions and playing videogames and watching anime (though sharing these things with other people is at least worthwhile). all these pathetically ineffectual struggles... for the sake of what? what animates me? how can i be comfortable with any desire that necessarily flows from this horrible society/world that created me?

...but how could i be motivated by anything else than ‘my own desires’, definitionally?

so what do other people live for? their work, their family, for some abstract community like a country... my work is something i’m doing because it makes me money and would not do under these circumstances if it didn’t. i have no interest in being “loyal to my country”; rather the opposite, i would rather my country gets fucking destroyed as a political entity (along with all the others). or if you prefer to consider ‘my people’ as trans women, say, i feel i have little to offer; i don’t seem to have the capacity and determination to be someone like sylvia rivera, or even the trans woman whose name i happened to share, bryn kelly (...of course, one of those women came close to suicide, the other carried it out.)

family though... that’s mutual dependence, that’s i guess a pact to stay alive for the other person’s sake. is that romantic, or just cruel.

i used to imagine dying in some kind of grand dramatic gesture, like blowing up a bank or something. now that, too, seems utterly futile, likely counterproductive to whatever i hoped it might accomplish. if throwing bombs in a defiant gesture and getting executed by the state was going to create a better world (for who?), the anarchists of the 19th century would have achieved a whole lot more than they did. that would only be about making me feel better, and if that’s the point, better to just die quietly - or find a way to live that i can, well, live with.

the enemy is not individual people, who could be killed, but systems of social relations. it’s something that can only be ‘killed’ by replacing it with something new and distinct, but when the underlying logic is so abstract, how even to imagine its end?

no, if there is to be a revolution that abolishes this horrible world, it is not enough to defer it to some distant future generation to enjoy its “fruits” - that’s just more of the same perpetual sacrifice. it would have to be for the people fighting it; it’s to create a world that we can live in. but i don’t know what a world that i could live in would look like. i lack even the capacity to imagine it... i just have a vague hope that this is not “necessary”, like they say, that it’s all a sick tragedy that will have an end.

is that why i’m sad? i don’t know. this morning, i was crying and trying to distract myself by doing the washing or whatever... because i couldn’t bear sitting in front of my computer, thinking these thoughts. i was imagining like, if i died, what would happen. but i didn’t feel viscerally repelled by that fantasy, i think that’s what’s particularly scary. not ‘i couldn’t do that to her’... just tired.

i don’t know where i was planning to go with this post, and i’ll probably hide it away not long after it’s posted. we’ll see. i don’t want to be like this. i’m trying not to apologise because i know how annoying it is, to have someone standing there apologising instead of helping. the right thing to do is to do the work and earn the money we need to live here and wash some of the clothes which might have bedbugs in them and clean the kitchen again... as long as i’m useful there’s some justification for my existence. if i can live for helping others, that’s something at least. maybe i can do that for long enough to find another, satisfying reason to live.

(for one much more concrete matter, less philosophically, i wish i knew where i was going to be in three or four months’ time. i’m scared of having to go back to glastonbury, or to go back on my word and stay here in this house. i don’t want to leave my friends. i’ve lived in london almost a year, a city with millions of people in it, but i still feel like i only know a handful of people here. i have no idea how to find someone i’m gonna be comfortable living with.)

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and in the end; chapter 2

When originally writing this chapter, it took a much more aggressive turn than I expected. I think that made it better.

chapter 2: i'm not passive, but aggressive

callbacks and references: ZiM messing with the pipes, Bridge Showdown, Severance Contingency, Space Dork in Trouble

What is SCP-4891?

[TRANSMISSION RECONNECTED. RELAYING...]

[PLAYBACK]

Dib had never been a particularly heavy sleeper, even in the moments where he did finally deign to catch some shut-eye. It was important, after all, to jump to alert when his computer chimed, reminding him to switch on the control lights for his molds, or that his software was finally finished updating. He'd trained himself to have a sharp ear, even in his sleep.

That said, even a heavy sleeper wouldn't have been able to ignore the absolute pounding that would have knocked the front door off its hinges, if not for the many locks.

“Mmguh--”

Dib shot upright without even being fully conscious, instinctively. He shook his head, squinting at the bright blue of his computer screen as if expecting to see a notification, and then nearly jumped a foot into the air as the banging resumed.

He finally scrambled to his feet and was shoving his feet into woolly little slippers when he managed to half-tumble down the stairs. There was shouting outside, though it was still dark. For Glob's sake, was that another neighbor angry about ZiM's messing with the water systems? He had already talked to him about that, if ZiM had started it up again there was basically no hope in it sticking.

“Dib!” He heard more clearly when he began to undo the door's security. “For god's sake—hurry up!”

That—Dib pulled back, blinking in astonishment. That was May, he was fairly certain, and a peek through the peephole confirmed. She looked frantic in the small fish-eye view, hands buried in her hair before she raised her fist to bang on the door again.

“Hang on!” He said hastily, doubling his attempts to unlock the door. When it finally swung open, there were no greetings; May swooped past him without so much as a glance and stormed to the stairs that led to the basement.

“May—huh—hang on!” Anxiously, Dib pursued her down the stairs. “What's going on?! Wuh-What's happening?” Still no response. Instead, May pushed through the portal without pause.

Dib hesitated a moment, looking himself over. His sleeping attire wasn't by any means something he was ashamed of; who could be ashamed of a sweatshirt with ghosts on it? The slippers were less appropriate.

Dib considered running up the stairs and finding his boots, and how long that would take. Grimacing, teeth digging into his bottom lip, he followed May through the blue-green disk.

Though it was still the darkness before twilight and dawn, the lights in Bonnie's lab were all on. He blinked hard, eyes narrowed into slits he could barely see through. “Mmn. What's going on? May?”

His eyes adjusted to take in the pacing figure, who was texting in a panic without looking up to the others in the room. Simon met Dib's gaze, and grimaced from where he was sitting on the edge of Bonnibel's table. As for the scientist herself, she was leaning against the door, seemingly less interested in the whole matter.

“Guh,” the bird finally said, shoving her phone into her pocket and pulling her thumb to her mouth to bite the nail, without pause. “Okay. Texted Mab. Okay. Okay okay.”

“May,” Simon said carefully. “Talk to us. I got your text but you didn't explain anything, we can't help if you don't--”

“Shut up, shut up, I'm thinking. Words are fucking hard Simon, I can barely breathe.” Certainly, May was nearly hyperventilating. Her face was contorted somewhere between rage and... tears, Dib realized. He stood up straighter, and crossed the room to take May by the forearms, and pull her hands out of her short hair, where they had buried themselves.

Dib was one of the few people that could do this when May went into a poor state, if only because she cared about him so much that she couldn't be mad at him for being near her. The only other person he knew was able to do this was--

Something cold ran down Dib's spine.

“May,” he said, hushed. “Where's Kass.”

The expression on May's face twisted again. She pulled her body inward, as though cringing hard.

“We—We were, we were out hunting something, and he—and they—Dib, they took him!”

His gut rolled hard. Dib nearly heaved, and then asked, already knowing the answer; “Who took Kass?”

Her mouth twisted and opened, like she was screaming, but no noise came out. Finally, May inhaled loudly.

“The Foundation,” she told him, voice cracking.

Dib looked back at Simon. He didn't know what his face looked like right now, but if it was anything resembling Simon's, it looked ghastly.

“We were,” May started again, her voice just barely a bit more steady, “we were hunting something, by that, that glass factory. Where all those homeless people would go? With the bad gate? Because,” she inhaled loudly again, “they were going missing. So, so we went to check it out, and then there was a dead agent, and then we were hiding, and he stuck me in the vent and, and he—nnnuh--”

She seemed to relive the moments, and in doing so, her panic became more angry. Startled, Dib stepped back, out of range. This was probably for the best, because she was radiating heat, brows furrowed and teeth bared.

“He just—the fucking idiot, told me not to be a hero, the fucking hypocrite! Who the fuck does he think he is?!”

Dib cast Simon a panicked look, but Simon wasn't looking at him. Simon was focused on the angry form in the middle of the room, with the face he made when he was deep in thought.

“And then he calls me the idiot!” May continued, undaunted, striding to one of the work tables to shove its contents aside. “When we both could have gotten out, he just stared at me like, like he just gave up, and fuck him! Fuck that!”

Here, Bonnibel stepped forward, if only to save the instruments that were being cruelly knocked about. She looked none too happy about it, but it was Simon who finally moved forward into line of fire.

“May, I get it, I seriously do, but we gotta keep our heads on. Come on, is there anything you remember?”

She snapped her head up to him, her hands on the table, as though holding her up. For a moment she was silent, fuming, and then she spoke, as though spitting the words out.

“He said—he said he'd lead them off. But he didn't need to, we could have both made it out, and he made up some bullshit excuse about the vent not holding his weight, and—fuck, Simon,” she interrupted herself, shoving her hand into her hoodie's pocket and slammed the item she pulled out onto the table. It made a vicious noise of plastic and metal on metal.

It was Kass's gun.

“He, he shoved it in with me and just left. Why would he do that?”

Simon glanced back to Dib. Dib bit into his lower lip.

Of all of them, Kass was undoubtedly the most terrified of the Foundation, and with good reason. After two decades in their system, he knew what it contained, and what the people trained in it were capable of. He had, after all, been one of them, and while it was hard to claim Kass was the most loyal, he was certainly one of the more capable.

Of them all, Kass was also arguably the most cowardly, and the most likely to throw others under the bus to save his own hide. Hell, that had happened, just not in his favor. So for Kass to claim to lead the trail away, and leave his firearm behind with someone else?

It was not very much like the Kass Dib knew. He had a funny feeling that the look Simon was giving him was along the same line of thought.

Dib was not a very empathetic person. It wasn't that he didn't care for others, it was more that he didn't know very well how to see the world in another person's eyes. He only had his own life to compare it to, and trying to compare his life to the life of someone like Kass filled his mouth with a sour taste.

But—and it was a bitter memory—he remembered the bridge. He remembered the fear rolling through his stomach for someone else, if the Foundation found them. Dee had been totally unaware of the awful thing Dib had been preparing her for, she had no way of knowing what would have happened to her there. But for him, the knowledge was torture, so much so that he couldn't help but do something about it. He couldn't let anything bad happen to her, or Simon or Mab or Gunter. He wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Dib looked from Simon, back to May, who was staring at the gun with a furrowing brow and wavering lip.

The thought trying to form in his head seemed so impossible that it was having trouble coming together. Still, he forced himself to look at the facts.

Kass had been in a situation with another person, where the Foundation had appeared. Kass had chosen to arm the other person and place himself in line of fire, of the Foundation, the thing he was terrified of.

Simon, helpfully, finally put together the words that Dib was trying to string together in his mind.

“He didn't want them to find you. He wanted to keep you safe, May.”

May said nothing, her head still down. There was a tension in the air, thick enough to cut through, before she finally spoke.

“I'm getting him back.”

Dib went stiff.

“He's a fucking idiot and he should know better,” she continued, picking the gun back up and shoving it into her hoodie. “And I swear, I swear to fucking god, I'm going to storm in there myself and bring him back, if only to kill him myself for being so fucking stupid.”

“May--” Simon began, before Dib's hand pushed him aside to stride forward and grab May by the shoulder.

“No you're not. You are not going in there.”

May slapped Dib's hand off her, twisting, her expression fierce. “I am, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Yeah? Nothing I can do?”

“Dib,” Simon started, “don't--”

“So what, you're just going to walk in and take him? Oh yeah, just gonna walk into Site 17, just here to pick up my belongings, thanks, bye? Just like that?”

“So what if I do?!” May shot back. “I'm not fucking scared of the Foundation, Dib!”

“Well you should be!” His voice was raising, and he wasn't trying to tower over May, but he had grown so much in the past year, and she stepped back as he encroached her space. “You walk in there, tear the roof off the place, and they will never stop looking for you, and they will find you, and you will just be there. You want to spend the rest of your life in a small empty room, being poked and prodded and glob knows what else?”

“I will kill anyone who gets in my way,”

“There's always more! There's always more! You know what,” Dib shot, his hand outstretched to stop Simon, who was trying to approach and defuse the situation, “I'm glad Kass got caught, because it wasn't you.”

There was no pause between the spread of rage in May's face and her throwing herself at him, grabbing Dib by the shirt. She didn't weigh much, but she had momentum on her side, and his knees buckled to bring them to eye level.

“You,” she said, voice trembling in rage, “don't know anything. You've never let go of your fucking grudge, and I said that was fucking fine. I put up with that shit! But you do not get to have a say in who I keep safe, you stupid brat.”

She let go of him, pushing him back and stepping away. “That man is a person, same as you, same as me, and I'm done letting you shit on him when he's there, when he's in the worst place in the world. You don't get to be spiteful, Dib. Not in front of me.”

They were both panting, he realized through the haze of anger and fear as he picked himself off the ground.

“That's not what I said,” he said, lowly. “It's not about Kass.”

“Oh?” She scoffed, disbelief in her voice. “Isn't it?”

“No,” Dib said, his eyes narrowed. Stay calm. Don't get angry again. Simon was at his side, standing between them. “It's not about him. It's about you.”

“What about me?”

Dib inhaled deeply, and Simon spoke in his place. “May, you have never faced the Foundation. Not once. Knowing they're a threat is not the same as knowing what they are capable of.”

May grimaced, but Simon continued, undeterred, “You have always said you could handle it, but you don't know that for a fact. What if you can't? What if you try, and lose? Do you think Kass would want that?”

“Nn,” was the response they were given, watching May shove her hands back into her hair. “Don't do that, don't.”

“He did that so it wouldn't be you.”

“But I didn't ask him to! I didn't want him to!” Dib could see her at conflict, the fury turning to anxiety again. “I can't just leave him there!”

He inhaled again, deeply, and then said, quite clearly, “I am not telling you to leave him there.”

It caught her off guard. Simon turned to Dib, but he was watching her eyes dance from the floor to his face, totally vulnerable. “You're not?”

“No,” he said again, “I'm not.”

“But--” she said softly, confused, as Dib crossed the room again and, far more gently than before, placed his hands on her shoulders.

“What I'm saying is, you're not doing this by yourself.”

“Yeah,” Simon said, beside him, the three of them in their small circle. “You think I would just leave that jerk to rot in the Foundation, after all this time of making sure his butt doesn't get caught? It's almost a matter of pride at this point.”

Dib almost snorted. May made a small noise like an exhale, sniffling as Simon fluffed her hair fondly.

“We're gonna get him out together, May,” Dib said, meeting her eyes. “But if we're doing this, we're going to need a plan.”

Dawn had broken by the time Kass had returned to consciousness. The drive to Site-17 was a long one, as it always had been, and he had little more to do than examine his thoughts.

It was not a pleasant experience. Being alone with his thoughts had never served Kass well in the past, and now was no different. He opted, instead, somewhere between the hours, to think of more pleasant things.

While the van curved and sunlight leaked through the small crevice above his head, painting light on the wall across from him, he recalled the water hose he'd aimed cruelly at his housemate on the hottest day of the summer. She'd chased him around the lawn, looking like a fluffy bird who'd gotten caught in a downpour. He had cackled for hours, even as she'd finally caught him and turned the thing on him, turning him into the equivalent of a wet cat.

When Kass was hauled out of the back of the truck, his hands twisted behind his back and his head pushed low, he was considering the silly moments where she would compare the size and structure of their hands with an inexplicable fascination. He still had never understood, despite her trying to show him in her drawings, how the personality of a person could be seen in their wrists and knuckles.

As he was processed into the facility, Kass had to double his efforts. He focused on the memory of finally cleaning himself up and letting someone else fix his hair, which had gotten so long in the years, instead of thinking about the hair falling on his face and the razor on his scalp. He tried very hard to recall the smell of clean laundry while he was handed ghastly orange fabric and ordered to change.

He had gotten good at disassociating, compartmentalizing through the years. He was almost able to ignore the absolute terror that left his joints stiff when he walked through the familiar dark halls of Site-17. Yet it became impossible to continue that line of thought when the agent that was escorting Kass chose not to lead him down to the D-Class level, but instead opted to weave deeper into the facility.

“Hey, rookie,” he said sharply, forcing panic to not slip into his tone. “You're going the wrong way, dipshit. D-Class cells are two levels down.”

The agent stopped, and turned. He grinned at Kass, like a leer. It took Kass an embarrassingly long moment (they had taken his glasses) to process, before whatever blood that had remained in his face drained entirely.

“Christwanker,” he said, hollowly.

“There's been a change in schedule,” Harper said pleasantly, checking his pager as if to confirm something. “You're needed in the Sigma Sector, Agent Kass.”

They were sending him directly into scip experimentation chambers. Fuck, but he was an unlucky bastard.

“You know,” the smug agent continued as he pushed Kass forward again, “when we got the report that you were coming in, and you weren't sending trucks flying off the road somehow, we started the betting pool right away. Do me a favor, and survive till day four, would you? I've got sixty dollars on you getting lost in SCP-4891.”

Breathing was becoming very difficult for Kass. He was ushered further down, down, pushed through doors and halls, until Harper pushed him into a dark room with an examination window. His cuffs were undone, and then he was abandoned there, waiting.

Well. He was well and properly dickmunched.

Use proper English, for Christ's sake, he could hear her swear, like a little whisper. He laughed pathetically, unable to help himself.

Right. Kass stood straight, waiting at the door by the examination window, clenching his jaw to a tightness that hurt. D-Class personnel. He may have been screwed, but he didn't have to go down without a fight. If there was anything Kass was good at, it was making life hell for others, scip and human alike.

The door slid open, filling the doorway with light. Kass narrowed his eyes with a grimace, braced himself, and stepped into the containment room.

[TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED—RECONNECTING...]

#may writes #may loves teslaverse #And In the End

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orokinarchives · 5 years

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The Business Dialogue

(Fortuna concept art – Yuriy Zadorozhny)

The Business can aid the Tenno in disassembling their caught servofish to extract the valuable components. He also offers a rotating stock of servofish components,and will gladly accept donations of whole servofish on behalf of the workers of Fortuna, in exchange for Standing with Solaris United. When the Tenno captures an animal out on the Orb Vallis, he rewards them with a tag, which can be redeemed at his shop for a floof depicting the animal in question. As one of the key members of Solaris United, he is heavily involved in their more subversive activities.

Idle quotes

These are un-subtitled lines that Biz says when he is not interacting with anyone.

"Intending to spend time out in the Vallis? Oh, it's a rare miracle, but death to the unwary. Tell me what you're fixing on, and I'll steer you true."

"Offworlder, I'm in the business of keeping you alive, your quarry too, tranq rifles and lures. Help me preserve the miracle of the Orb Vallis ecosystem."

"So, you want to help preserve this biosphere's unique fauna? Hmm, admirable. So, let's talk instrumentation."

"Looking to trap Stover? Well, they'll take a piece out of you, you come at them the wrong way. Vermink? Slippery little buggers, but we can fix that, don't you worry."

Greeting the Tenno

(if the Tenno has just completed the Vox Solaris quest) "Outworlder. You've altered the calculus in the Vallis to our favour. Thank you. A… pity… it took young Thursby's tragedy to… motivate… Eudico to take up the mantle of leadership once more… but she is the leader Solaris United needs… and tragedy is the unavoidable cost of progress. I'll make sure Thursby gets up on his new feet. I… owe it to him."

"Used to be, you had a problem, you came to me. Now… I just sell fishing gear. Little Duck told me I was going soft, but a quiet life isn't so bad. I recommend it."

"I've a soft spot for Fortuna. Good people dealt a bad hand. I try to help when I can."

"I wasn't always about the… preservation of life – more the… strategic deletion of it. Conservation… is my calling, now. The scales… need balancing."

"She looks peaceful out there. But she'll turn. Prepare for that inevitability."

(if the Tenno has just reached the rank Old Mate) "I think the time's come to dispense with formality, to meet eye-to-eye. This is who I am, friend. Pleased to meet you."

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "Eudico lost a lot of friends that first time SU was crushed – blames herself. Zuud may be the one hearing voices, but Eudico… she's the one with ghosts. I'm glad you're here with us. We need you. She needs you."

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "Legs makes me laugh. Anyone who can do that is twice as valuable as any soldier or saboteur. Look out for him. Kid deserves better than this."

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "I was there when we lost Zuud's sisters. For a lifetime, they shared a sensorium, created as one. Losing them crushed Zuud, her universe narrowing to a single set of eyes, one pair of hands. The isolation broke her, remade her. A tragic figure, to be sure, and loved."

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "I've trained many. None possessed Little Duck's aptitude for spycraft. But we differed in philosophy. That, ultimately, was our end. I don't regret much, but I regret that. I do regret that."

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "Boon, Roky, and their assembled orphan tribe. Troublemakers, but they're just getting by. I don't begrudge anyone who has to live in the vents – though I do wish they had better taste in music. ‘Skeg' is it? Sounds like a bag of hammers being thrown down a flight of stairs."

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "I prefer not to talk about myself. An old habit, from another time. You understand."

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "Well, look who it is. Keeping warm, I trust? If you're heading out, we should have ourselves a talk."

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "Well, hello. How have you been keeping?"

(if the Tenno is rank Old Mate) "Well, well. Good to see you. Let's talk, you and I."

Browsing conservation offerings

"When we woke the Orokin terraforming engines, we also revived species long since extinct. I need your help to save these beasts from the Corpus' Feed and Research Division… 'scientists'. Track-and-tranq. Now: let's get you sorted out with a tranq rifle and echo-lure."

"Track-and-tranq: the basis of our conservation efforts. Now, what are you short on?"

"Track the beast, lure it out, then subdue it with a well-placed tranquiliser."

"You get paid, and we save something rare from Corpus… 'scientists'. Stay downwind, and aim true."

Purchasing a servofish trophy blueprint

"She's a bit of a mess at the moment, granted, but with a little attention, she'll be fit for the wall of a lodge."

"Mounting board's ready. Let's begin."

"Very good. I'll begin."

"Just a moment."

"Finished. Opinion?"

"And done. Majestic."

"Beautiful. She's all yours."

Exiting store with purchase

"Stay sharp."

"Keep your face to the wind, friend."

"All right. Travel safe."

Exiting store without purchase

"All right, well, be careful out there."

"Maybe later, then."

"As you were."

Selecting fish

(Common servofishes include Brickies, Echowinders, Sapcaddies, Scrubbers, and Tinks.)

(basic common servofish) "Hm. Simple. Stripped-back design. A bit primitive, but handsomely made."

(adorned common servofish) "Decent. Needs maintenance, but in good condition."

(magnificent common servofish) "Well, this specimen's quite complex. Heavily modified. Fascinating."

(Eye-Eye, Mirewinder, Kriller, Recaster) "I see this particular model quite a bit."

(Charamote, Tromyzon, Longwinder) "Hm. When did I last see one of these? The Orokin deployed automated cleaners, much as we do, their designs influencing the workings of much of our own. A rare catch indeed."

(Synathid) "Wait. Do you know what this is? An original Orokin custodial drone! Where in the world did you find this? Most people have only ever seen this fellow in pictures. Old pictures. He must have been down there for… centuries."

Dismantling servofish

"You don't seem to need help with that. Shout out when you're done."

"Good choice. I'll leave you to it."

"All right, have at it."

(afterwards) "I love what I do, but never quite get used to the smell. [sniff] Ugh, all those built-up toxins."

(afterwards) "Handily done, there. Nice outcome."

(afterwards) "A pleasure watching you work."

Providing servofish

"Making friends can be a simple thing: be kind. Fortuna's rig jockeys are in constant need of parts and repair, and many can't afford it. Share some of your catch. They'll remember."

"If you've a spare servofish or two, I can take the parts to those who need them. The Temple frowns on charity, so people are hurting."

"Part with some of your catch. We'll separate their components and distribute them to the needy. There's certainly enough of them."

(afterwards) "I'll find those who need the parts and have them seen to. It is a fine thing you do."

(afterwards) "Ah, wonderful. I know just who will benefit from this."

(afterwards) "Thank you."

Bidding farewell

"I'll be here, when next you return."

"Til next time."

"Eyes open, and face to the wind, friend."

Animal conservation on the Orb Vallis

Out on the Orb Vallis, animals such as Verminks, Kubrodons, and Sawgaws can be found, and captured with the right gear. Conservation requires a tranq rifle and an echo-lure (specific to the animal), both purchased from The Business. Pheromone synthesisers, specific to the animal, can also be purchased from The Business and are used to increase the chances of rare species appearing.

Once an animal trace is found, the tracks can be followed to an echo-lure point, where the Tenno can deploy an echo-lure to coax the animal out of hiding. Once it appears, the Tenno must hit the animal with a tranquiliser dart to subdue it, before calling for a drone to carry the animal away to safety.

Finding spoor

"Observe. Our quarry has marked their passing with more than… hm. Follow the tracks."

"They'll be nearby. Follow their trail carefully. We don't want to startle them."

"We're very close to them now. Follow that trail."

"They were here very recently, and departed in that direction. Follow."

"Good. Good good. We're very close. Pursue, but quietly."

"A tuft of fur. There will be creatures nearby."

"Our quarry was here very recently. As that trail of prints attests. Track them down."

"We've almost got you now, my little friend [chuckles]. They're very close by. Follow the trail."

"Fresh leavings, and… there. A trail. Follow."

"Scat! Mm, fresh, too. This is your chance to lure them in."

"Tracks. And fresh."

"Footsteps. A creature is near."

"Fresh tracks. Go."

Hearing a response to the echo-lure

(Pobber) "That is the call of a Pobber. Not the mightiest of beasts… but worthy of salvation nonetheless, despite the odour. Now, you must be stealthy: preyed upon by Sawgaws and Virmink, Pobbers will flee at the slightest hint of danger."

(Virmink) "The mating call of a Virmink. They're capable hunters of smaller prey, but will turn tail and run at first sight of something as formidable as yourself. You'll find Virmink loping across the plains or lying in wait amongst the giant fungi, stalking Pobbers. Now, where is it?"

(Sawgaw, variant) "That is the cry of a formidable raptor the Solaris call a Sawgaw. This crimson-faced bird of prey circles and stalks the cliffs and fungal forests of Venus, searching for rodent prey."

(Sawgaw, variant) "Being an avian, the Sawgaw prefers a high vantage point. Nothing higher than the oversized Vallis fungi."

(Sawgaw, variant) "Sawgaws and the giant Vallis fungi go hand-in-hand. Remember to look up. The little fellow could be eyeballing us right now."

(Sawgaw, variant) "The Gorgaricus fungi are preferred perches for Sawgaw. That's where we'll find them."

(Sawgaw, variant) "Sawgaw perch high up, the better to scan for prey undetected. Check the fungi."

(Borarola, variant) "Mountains, caves: these are things Bolarolas find… comforting. Craters, too, on occasion. Now, this species is all about defense. Their armoured plates protect their vulnerable undersides from predators, tucking and rolling to make good their escape. So, when it appears, while you can, target their belly and strike true."

(Borarola, variant) "Right. Nature's little tank, this one. Your only chance will be to target the soft underbelly."

(Borarola, variant) "A careless tranq shot will simply bounce off the Bolarola's carapace. It's the underbelly or nothing for this one."

(Borarola, variant) "Forget about targeting the Bolarola any-old-where. The underbelly is its only vulnerable spot."

(Borarola, variant) "Bolarola. Armoured. Except for the belly."

(Horrasque, variant) "A Horrasque. This hideous creature is terrible to behold, but will not attack unless provoked, preferring to be left to wallow and hunt in peace. When riled, however, its roar will shake the bowels of even the most steadfast trapper."

(Horrasque, variant) "The Horrasque are tunnellers. This one will surface, tentatively, and if he sees you… vanish. Lay low. Let him emerge. Then fire your tranq."

(Horrasque, variant) "The Horrasque will leave its tunnel only if it feels safe. So be quiet and careful, give it a moment, and then tranq."

(Horrasque, variant) "Alright. The Horrasque will tunnel towards the call, then poke its head aboveground. If it feels safe, it will emerge and wander. Then, you fire the tranq."

(Horrasque, variant) "The Horrasque will surface nearby. Give it a moment, let it emerge, and the tranquilise it."

(Stover, variant) "The Stover: a kind of proto-Kubrow. When grouped in a pack they are relentless opponents. I once asked, 'Why Stover?' and was told it was because they're dumb as a stove, run hot… and having one on top of you ruins your day. Remember this: if you walk into a cave system that feels too warm, get out. Stover den."

(Stover, variant) "Good news: Stovers are nearly blind. Bad news: they hear well enough to make up for it, don't like intruders, and will take multiple shots to tranquilise. So… don't mess about."

(Stover, variant) "Stovers: cave dwellers. Bad eyesight, excellent hearing, highly territorial. Hardy, so you'll need more than one shot to put them down. And they're aggressive. (cheerfully) Good luck!"

(Stover, variant) "Check the caves. Stover are near-blind but hear fantastically well and don't take kindly to intruders. And they're beefy as hell, so you'll need to tranq them more than once. Hopefully before you get mauled."

(Stover, variant) "Check the caves, and remember: they investigate sound. Also: you'll need to tranq the animal a few times before they go down. They're… impressively proportioned. They're basically a bicep with a face, if I'm honest."

(Kubrodon) "Ah. Yes. Well. This is interesting. You've managed to attract a Kubrodon. The apex predator of the Venusian plains. These massively framed beasts often travel in groups, claiming the whole of the Vallis as their domain. Needless to say: be careful. Especially when it gets dark."

(if the Tenno uses the wrong lure) "A mating call excellently performed… but… that's the wrong lure."

(if the Tenno uses the wrong lure) "Wrong lure. You'll need to match their call, if you want to get their attention."

(if the Tenno uses the wrong lure) "You've chosen the incorrect lure, Outworlder. Common mistake."

Successful echo-lure call

"Perfect. Alright. Shoulder your tranq rifle, and make the shot count." "Final stage. When the animal appears, aim your tranq well, and our work is done."

"A melodic response. And now, something equally gentle from us. Prepare your tranq, and let's carry this animal to safety."

"Stay downwind and hidden, until you have a clear shot with your tranquiliser."

"Now, we wait for the animal to approach."

"Yes. Come on out, little friend. A quick and painless tranq shot and it's off to safety with you."

"Here they come. Ready your tranq rifle, and prepare."

"Remember: Identify. Inhale. Exhale. And tranq."

"Ready your tranq and wait."

"Now, ready your tranq."

"Ah, the moment of truth. Ready your tranq rifle."

"Well done. Now, prepare your tranq rifle."

"Tranq rifle at the ready…."

When an animal appears

(Sunny Pobber) "A Sunny Pobber. Slightly less common than your garden variety. Lovely colouration though."

(Delicate Pobber) "Ah. A Delicate Pobber. A descendant of an Orokin domesticated strain. Less odorous, with a sweeter temperament, but far less hardy. A rare find."

(Subterranean Pobber) "My word. This little fellow shouldn't be up here. Note the near-white coat, the vibrant pink eyes. He's adapted to survive belowground, away from the claws of Sawgaw and Vermink. We may have found the first uniquely Venusian mutation of the Pobber genus. [gasps] Astounding!"

(White-Breasted Vermink) "A White-Breasted Virmink. Fairly common. Let's get him to safety."

(Dusky-Headed Vermink) "A Dusky-Headed Virmink, favoured by the Corpus for their pelts. She's lucky we found her first. A rare find."

(Red-Crested Vermink) "Is that…? Outworlder. That's a Red-Crested Virmink, a subspecies extinct since the age of the Orokin. It must have lain preserved here, revived along with the Orb Vallis. Dare I hope there are others? We must preserve this specimen! We must!"

(Flossy Sawgaw) "A Flossy Sawgaw. Pretty little thing… as long as you're not a rodent."

(Alpine Monitor Sawgaw) "The Alpine Monitor Sawgaw. Quite the alpha. Hardier and more formidable than the Common and Flossy varieties. This one would have their own little coterie around here somewhere. Perhaps we can find them, too."

(Frogmouthed Sawgaw) "Is that…? I hadn't dared to hope. Outworlder, I have managed – at great risk – to secure an exceedingly rare Frogmouthed Sawgaw in the hope of someday locating a breeding partner for it. You have just found that mate. Please, very carefully, tranquilise our little friend and bring it in. The future demands this of us."

(Spotted Bolarola) "A Spotted Bolarola. Happy little thing. Let's bring it in; there's plenty of friends waiting for it."

(Black-Banded Bolarola) "A Black-Banded Bolarola. Their appealingly laminated plates were sported for a time as part of Grineer formalwear. Which is why we don't often see them anymore. Well, if I have my way, that'll change. Let's bring it in."

(Thorny Bolarola) "That's an… unusual silhouette for a… oh my. Look at that. Iridescent laminate to its defensive bands… and what look like defensive barbs. Outworlder, this is a most unusual Bolarola! Bring it in, but carefully."

(Dappled Horrasque) "Oh, a Dappled Horrasque! What a handsome fellow he is. Let's bring him in."

(Swimmer Horrasque) "The Horrasque favour bodies of water, what with their mainly fish diet, but they're not especially good swimmers. This particular subspecies, however, is. A bit of a rarity. Let's keep him safe."

(Horrasque Stormer) "Would you look at that, Outworlder. A Horrasque Stormer. Hunted to near-extinction for the insulating properties of its fur. I never thought to see one again. We must bring this magnificent beast in safely."

(Sentinel Stover) "Sentinel Stover. Must be a den nearby. Bring it in. I'll send out a party, see if we can't find its packmates."

(Fuming Dax Stover) "A Fuming Dax Stover. Hardier and, frankly, crankier than your typical Sentinel Stover. They tend to boss the others around, ordering the den through brute force and intimidation."

(Fire-Veined Stover) "'Majestic' isn't a term I often reserve for something as dense and ungainly as Stovers, but for this magnificent creature I'll make an exception. I wonder why it's out here? Hm, let's not question this bizarre good fortune. Tranquilise it, and let's get it to safety."

(Brindle Kubrodon) "A Brindle Kubrodon, and quite a hardy specimen at that. Wonderful."

(Vallis Kubrodon) "Ah. This old fellow. I've encountered a few of these, but never outside the Vallis. As such, unimaginatively, I've named them the Vallis Kubrodon: our little planet's contribution to the genetic diversity of the Origin System."

(Kubrodon Incarnadine) "Now there's something to give the children nightmares. The legendary Kubrodon Incarnadine: the canine equivalent of the monster in your closet. Possessed of a particular malevolence, a dark intelligence, it kills not to survive, but for the raw pleasure of doing so. Nonetheless, I have tasked myself with preservation… so we will bring this devil in."

Call for recovery

"Hm. Quite young." / "Just a pup, this one." / "A juvenile." / "Fully developed." / "A fully-grown specimen." / "Mature."

"Male." / "Female."

(Sunny Pobber) "A Sunny Pobber. Slightly less common than your garden variety, but a happy little thing nonetheless."

(Sunny Pobber) "In no danger of extinction, this one, but a life is a life, is it not?"

(Sunny Pobber) "Fairly common, but lovely colouration."

(Delicate Pobber) "Ah. A Delicate Pobber. A descendant of an Orokin-domesticated strain. A rare find."

(Delicate Pobber) "An ancient Orokin legacy strain. Quite rare. I'll be sure to take extra-special care of our new friend. Yes I will, lovely."

(Delicate Pobber) "A Delicate Pobber! A rare breed! Just marvelous."

(Subterranean Pobber) "Mmm. Upon awakening the coolant towers, new life emerged. Genetic material, carried, I believe, in the coolant itself… interacting with some ancient, hidden component of the Orokin Vallis landscape. Life was seeded, quite literally, across its length and breadth. And here, now, we see the next stage of that emergence and evolution."

(Subterranean Pobber) "Note the adaptations for below-ground survival, away from the claws of Sawgaw and Virmink."

(Subterranean Pobber) Hello, my cute little friend, you're in good hands now."

(White-Breasted Vermink) "A White-Breasted Vermink. Fairly common. And lively!"

(White-Breasted Vermink) "A common variation. Such a noble bearing. Let's get them to safety."

(White-Breasted Vermink) "The White-Breasted is a popular pet, when they can be tamed. Not for this one, though."

(Dusky-Headed Vermink) "A Dusky-Headed Virmink, favoured by the Corpus for their pelts. Lucky we found them first. A rare find."

(Dusky-Headed Vermink) "A rare Dusky-Headed Virmink! Just look at the gloss on that coat! Gorgeous. Just gorgeous."

(Dusky-Headed Vermink) "Nef would have given quite a bit for your hide, my pretty little thing."

(Red-Crested Vermink) "The Vallis lifeforms emerged like memories, as Venus herself remembered who she was. This, here, is one of the most distant, most precious remembrances – an original Orokin strain, unseen for millennia. (angrily) And Nef would have it ground down to make nutrient paste. Another sacrifice to short-term thinking, to profit. To that, I say no. I say never!"

(Red-Crested Vermink) "I never thought, in all my wildest imaginings, I would behold a subspecies crafted in the gene forges of the Orokin themselves. But here it is. A Red-Crested Virmink. A miracle."

(Red-Crested Vermink) "A subspecies extinct since the age of the Orokin. Dare I hope there are others? This specimen will be tended with the greatest of care."

(Flossy Sawgaw) "The Flossy Sawgaw. Sometimes prized for its feathers. Safe now."

(Flossy Sawgaw) "While their vision is remarkable, when it comes to mating, the Sawgaw appreciate the tactile more than the visual. Delightful plumage."

(Flossy Sawgaw) "A Flossy Sawgaw. Very pretty. A fine catch."

(Alpine Monitor Sawgaw) "What Corpus or noble wouldn't give a fortune to have this magnificent avian confined to a gilded enclosure in some distant villa. You've preserved a rare and magnificent thing this day."

(Alpine Monitor Sawgaw) "Hardy. Formidable. Gorgeous."

(Alpine Monitor Sawgaw) "Just look at it. Magisterial."

(Frogmouthed Sawgaw) "A Frogmouth Sawgaw. I wouldn't have thought it possible, Outworlder. This species hasn't existed since before my grandfather was a boy. And yet, here it is. Miraculous."

(Frogmouthed Sawgaw) "Extinct for generations. And yet here it is, now… and Nef's first instinct would be to display it stuffed in his boardroom. I will treat this one with the utmost care and find a mate…if a counterpart exists anywhere on this planet. The future demands nothing less of me."

(Frogmouthed Sawgaw) "The Corpus ravage their populations in the name of short-term profit, yet here the rarest, most exquisite of them survives… albeit barely. The Frogmouthed Sawgaw. A thing I'd only ever seen in books!"

(Spotted Bolarola) "Spotted. A somewhat common subspecies, this one. Such a sweet face, don't you think?"

(Spotted Bolarola) "Ah yes, the Spotted Bolarola. Let's bring it in."

(Spotted Bolarola) "A Spotted Bolarola. Happy little thing."

(Black-Banded Bolarola) "Upon awakening the coolant towers, and the great geophysical upheavals that followed, new life emerged. This Bolarola, for example – a rare Black-Banded variant seen almost nowhere else. Fascinating. What this place must have been, once upon a time."

(Black-Banded Bolarola) "Feisty. We're lucky to have found this one before some wandering Sawgaw, or worse, did. These rare breeds need protection more than most."

(Black-Banded Borarola) "You don't know how lucky you are, my rare little friend."

(Thorny Borarola) "Plates, barbs, and an iridescent sheen to enhance mate attraction. Outworlder, you've found an exceedingly rare specimen here! Oh, this is fascinating! Well done!"

(Thorny Borarola) "Incredible. Just look at the way its defensive plating has evolved to include an offensive component! Not many have ever seen a Thorny Bolarola. Well done, Outworlder! Well done!"

(Thorny Borarola) "A species I've only heard tell of in legend. What a prize! Ha ha!"

(Dappled Horrasque) "The common Dappled Horrasque. Lovely. Let's bring them in."

(Dappled Horrasque) "Common subspecies. And quite a pleasing mottling to this one, don't you think?"

(Dappled Horrasque) "A Dappled Horrasque! You're quite the handsome specimen, aren't you? Yes you are. Yes you are."

(Swimmer Horrasque) "A rare Swimmer Horrasque. Not conventionally pretty, I'll grant you, but remarkably graceful in its chosen environment. Exquisite."

(Swimmer Horrasque) "They say Swimmer Horrasques don't make mistakes. I've seen one explode from beneath the water to take down prey twice their size. Terrifying, and yet… awe-inspiring."

(Swimmer Horrasque) "This one's a bit of a rarity. Let's keep them safe."

(Horrasque Stormer) "Ohh, the rarest of the rare. A Horrasque Stormer. I admit, I never thought to see one again. And we brought it to safety. I must secure it a mate as quickly as possible."

(Horrasque Stormer) "Unbelievable. Exquisite. A Horrasque Stormer. Outworlder, I wouldn't have thought it possible. Dazzling. Wondrous."

(Horrasque Stormer) "Hunted to near-extinction, the rarest of all Horrasques, yet it perseveres. Singular."

(Sentinel Stover) "Sentinel Stover. It would have been keeping watch for its pack. Look at it: such a proud bearing."

(Sentinel Stover) "Sentinel Stover. Must be a den nearby."

(Sentinel Stover) "Sentinel Stover. I'll send out a party, see if we can find its packmates."

(Fuming Dax Stover) "A Fuming Dax Stover. Rare. And angry. Special care will be taken transporting this one."

(Fuming Dax Stover) "A rare Dax Stover of the Fuming variety. I may have to use a sedative, unfortunately."

(Fuming Dax Stover) "Tough and cranky. A very lucky find!"

(Fire-Veined Stover) "This specimen would have been central to the entire den. Right now, the pack will be choosing a new leader, butting and roaring for superiority. Might help us find them."

(Fire-Veined Stover) "With this specimen secured, I have all I need to begin a new breeding colony. Today, we have safeguarded the future."

(Fire-Veined Stover) "How can you not admire such noble bearing, even in one so brutish? Wondrous."

(Brindle Kubrodon) "A Brindle Kubrodon, and quite a hardy specimen at that. Wonderful."

(Brindle Kubrodon) "The Kubrodon is misunderstood. They're no more savage than anything else. When home is threatened, it possesses the means to defend. They don't even like how we taste."

(Brindle Kubrodon) "Such dignity. A reasonably common variant of the apex predator, distilled to its purest form."

(Vallis Kubrodon) "Once an Orokin playground, perhaps, the Vallis is a discarded crown overgrown with fungus and flora, now home to little fellas such as this. The Vallis Kubrodon. Glorious."

(Vallis Kubrodon) "Spectacular. And with enough mandibular strength to snap your femur clean in half, had it a mind to."

(Vallis Kubrodon) "This one's a rare thing these days, and never outside the Vallis."

(Kubrodon Incarnadine) "The implacable hatred one species bears towards the other who usurped it positively radiates from this one. I shall be handling this particular specimen… carefully."

(Kubrodon Incarnadine) "We have captured a devil, Outworlder. Future generations may question our wisdom, but I have taken an oath."

(Kubrodon Incarnadine) "Monstrous, but worthy of life nonetheless. Thank your lucky stars it was we who found you."

Aftermath

"And, oh, I see now this one needs medical attention, and soon. You got to them just in time. I will see to this immediately."

"Easy now. Parasites, cracked footpads… nothing some attention and a good meal won't fix. Well done, Outworlder."

"Mmm. Clear-eyed and in good health. Excellent."

"Just a little worse for wear, but we can see to that. Nicely done."

"Now then. Vitals are solid. I'll take it from here."

"Easy now, sweet thing. We're going to take good care of you."

"Oh… they are beautiful."

"Settle down, little friend, settle down. We're almost done."

"You've caught us a wild one, friend. Quite a handful."

"You've done a noble thing here, friend. This one might be a little cranky, but they owe you their life."

If the animal escapes

"You've lost it!"

"Sorry, Outworlder, you've scared it off."

"You'll need to practice the Echo-Lure more."

"And there they go. Next time."

"Easy come, easy go. Still: we persist. They'll not evade us for long."

"We've lost them, Outworlder. Let's regroup… and try again."

"Curses. I can almost hear that little bugger laughing. Oh well. Next time."

"Vanished. You have to admire their resilience. Ah well. We'll be back."

"Failure. [sighs] Happens to the best of us. We'll have other chances."

"Ah, well. If the little fella wants to remain here that badly, we can't hold it against them."

"Outsmarted. Damn it all! Wily little thing."

"Not today, Outworlder. The field is theirs. Let's withdraw."

If the animal dies

"Enough! The intention is to aid these poor animals, not kill them!"

"Track-and-tranq! TRANQ! Do you understand?!"

"Do you perhaps think yourself on safari? We are here to capture and preserve. Outworlder! Holster your weapons."

The Business' story is told in the memory fragments scattered around the Orb Vallis. He ran the Fortuna ARG and was responsible for dispensing the intelligence uncovered during that event. He has additional dialogue in the Vox Solaris quest and the Profit-Taker heist bounties. He is mentioned in the dialogue of Eudico, Rude Zuud, Legs, Ticker, Roky, Little Duck, and Master Teasonai, and in the lore fragments of Eudico, Rude Zuud, Legs, and Little Duck.

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About the Writer Tag

I’ve been tagged in this an overly ridiculous amount. That’s just because I waited way too long to reply to it. Clearly, I am a tag game dragon.

Tagged by @alternativeforensicscientist, @shadows-on-everkin, @igotablankpage, @understanding-not-understood, @oradall, @multimousenette, @astro-writing, @sundaynightnovels, and @txintedsxint! Thanks, folks!

I shall taaggggg: @writersloth, @isanyonetoknow, @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric, @roll-a-bi20, and @snickertoodles, as per request by this post! Feel free to do it or leave it as you like!

There appear to be two separate versions, but I may as well do them both at once! For those I tagged, you can certainly choose one or do both!

This is very long, so under the cut we go!

Version One

Relationship status: Single, sure, but currently not looking!

Favourite colour: Ohhhh too many, mate! TOO MANY. Typically I go for a deep greenish-blue, soft turquoise, or a dark forest green, for this!

Top three favorite ships: Uh. Um. I actually don’t ship characters that often, I mean. Gimli and Legolas is always a hilarious favourite, you don’t know who this is but Hawk and Cynn Numair from White Noise, uhhhhh and sure let’s go with Peridot and Amethyst because why not. (Be aware my ships can include just close platonic love, too!)

Lipstick or chapstick: I’m trying to get into the habit of wearing chapstick more often, since my lips crack easily bleh. So chapstick!

Last Song: Listening to right at this moment as I write this: Waving Through a Window from Evan Hansen and originally by Owl City

Last Movie: YOU SHOULD GO ALL WATCH SPIDERVERSE IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY IT’S GORGEOUS.

Last Book: All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr! Holy heck this book was SO GOOD, and the way it writes a blind main character!!! (Reference for my new wip? Yeah.) IT’S SUCH A GOOD STORY. Bittersweet and dark at some parts, but I definitely recommend it!

Currently Reading: I haven’t really had time to pick up something new recently, but I’m looking to get back into reading again sometime soon!

Fanfiction: I’ve written Warrior Cats and Steven Universe more recently (but shared with no one, sorry ^^’). Fun fact, though! Most of the main characters in One Siren’s Soul (my current main wip) are based on SU ocs I made a long while ago! Also, when I was much younger, Storm Hawks and Hotwheels: Battle Force Five were my go to. Oh sweet mercy, please don’t ever make me look at those again. ouo

As for reading fanfiction, though: I don’t really, no. I have nothing against it, I just am very new to the online writer community and haven’t had the chance yet~

Annnnd Version Two

This one had a lot of different questions, but I’ll try and answer all of them~

Nickname: Quill!! The Quirkiest of Quills

Zodiac: Geminiminiminimini

Height: I actually have no idea now. 5′7 probably. Maybe.

Time: ADT

Favourite band/artist: Oh stars, come on, I like too manyyyyy. Right now I really like Dodie and The Score! Wow, how’s that for some contrast.

Song stuck in my head: Stay by The Score is super darn catchy and I’ve been playing it on repeat way too much lately. -u-

Last movie I saw: Answered above!

Last thing I googled: What timezone I was for the above question. ^^’

Other blogs: Only this one, so far!

Do I get asks: Whenever I reblog an ask game I typically get quite a few! Of course, I try to send out ones when I see others reblogging them, too! I get a lot of those positivity chain ones, as well, and although I love the premise of them, the work of going through and messaging others isn’t really that pleasant to me. I don’t really want to put that on others, either. Kinda taking a break from those at the mo~

Why this username: Stars, when I first made this blog I was freaking out over what name to choose because it had to be aesthetic and fitting and stuff. Quill because writing (and porcupine quills are culturally significant, as well!) and also FEATHERS are so pretty and fancy and stuff. Of the clouds because I’m a daydreamer! My head is always in the clouds! I’m also a weather nerd, and I know all the names of the different cloud types, and I love trying to predict the upcoming weather from the sky alone!

Following: 623. Is that a lot? I feel like that’s a lot. Huh.

Lucky number: 24!

What I’m wearing: My trilobite collection shirt and fluffy pajama bottoms because I’m going to bed soon. c;

Dream job: Probably a geologist? An environmental scientist? Something along those lines?

Dream trip: ICELAND HAS SUCH COOL GEOLOGY. Also any place in Scandinavia would likely be really cool!!

Favourite food: Carbonara with pasta made from scratch, parmesan cheese, and bits of actual bacon~ I made it with my Dad for my birthday!

Instruments I play: Mainly the violin and the piano! But I can also play the harmonica, the penny whistle, somewhat drums of varying types, kinda the oboe, and grass blades. What do you mean grass blades aren’t instruments?

Eye colour: Dark brown but according to one of my friends they look yellow in certain lighting. Hmm...

Hair colour: Last time I answered this I had brown hair with turquoise dyed tips! Now those tips are brilliantly vivid Chalcanthite blue.

Aesthetic: Think way too energetic earth sciences nerd with a passion for learning everything and way too many hats and plants. I live on weird weather and obscure nature facts.

Languages I speak: I’m bilingual in English and Acadian French, and I’m learning ASL and a bit of Russian, too!

Most Iconic Song: Honestly, Take to the Sky by Owl City, is a song from my childhood that I just... absolutely loved too much.

Random fact: I’m currently working in the Historical Archives of my city! A few days ago I got to personally handle and transcribe documents from the late 1700s. SO COOL.

#tag games #about the writer tag #about me #get to know the writer tag #get to know me tag

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mhdiaries · 4 years

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Journal of Jackson Jekyll

Yes, I do mind if you read my journal.

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#monster high #monster high diary #monster high journal #jackson jekyll #text post #wave 4

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viiavi · 6 years

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Get to know me tag

3 more traits to add to the 3 that’s been on my profile for a long time now.

I was tagged by @galaxysuede. Thank you!! ♥

I tag @ceechalla, @vvildhoneypie, @bloomlet, @naelu, @keysims, @shellywellylove, @nolan-sims, @a-kind-red, @simxiety, @frostsims21, @racingllama, @foursims and whoever else is interested!

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Jay

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Still Jay, lol

3. BIRTHDAY? Summer baby

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? I don’t read as much as I used to, but growing up, I was a huge Goosebumps fan. Now, I’m waiting for the next book in the Song of Ice and Fire series

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Yes!

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Now, idk. But as a child, I loved Mary Downing Hahn.

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? I don’t have a favorite radio station, but I really enjoy 96.5 with Delilah because I’m an old fart

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Coffee.

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? amazing

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? "Evan Finds the Third Room” by Khruangbin

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Bamboozled.

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? Shades of Man by Khruangbin

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Parks & Rec is good, Breaking Bad, The Good Place.

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? Yes! Not as much as I used to though

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? Failure and loneliness

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I’m a problem solver.

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I lack patience

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? Dogs 100%

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Spring

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? Yes!

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? Peace of mind/less responsibilities.

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? My boyfriend

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Dark brown

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Dark brown

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? My family, my boyfriend, my friends and my dogs

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? Boyfriend, again. He is the only person I can truly be myself with

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? See above. Also, my family and my dogs.

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Yes! I’m excited for a trip I’m going to soon!

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Coffee and video games

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Sailor Moon, Are you Afraid of the Dark, All That

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? I think we already know this... starts with a B, ends with a D

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? I would like to say no, but I am

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? Not really... all of mine are pretty common

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Both!

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? Gardening

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? I don’t remember. I think a documentary about fragrances

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? Violin

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Orangutans

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? Look at my blogroll for that.

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? I would love telekinesis/telepathy. Or, the power to materialize anything you desire

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? By the ocean, or when I’m gardening

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? I appreciate the small things in life, so I smile to a lot of things, and would be too tedious to list

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? Tennis

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? Water, all the way.

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? A month ago?

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Yes!

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? Passive aggressiveness, though I am guilty of it myself sometimes

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? Yes! The latest one I went to was Journey’s with my Madre

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? No, I have to force myself to eat most veggies

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? A scientist

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? Gonna go with Harry Potter world for this

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? Finances and health.

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? I’m a little embarrassed to admit that yes, I still am.

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? Yes! No one is saying I’m good at it though, lmao

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? Once, maybe? Idk, I actually liked school

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? The beach!

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? A little town by the sea

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Yup, I have 3 dogs

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? For a long time, I considered myself a night owl, but now that I’m older, I think I’m leaning more towards early bird

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunrises! I love walking on crisp mornings with the sun just starting to peak through the horizon

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Yes! And I must say, it is BORING AF

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Headphones! Earbuds never stay in my ear

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Yes, for four years

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? Not sure

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? My mom! She is the most patient, caring, emphatic, talented and hard working person that I know. I strive to one day be as good of a person as her

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? I used to. Me, Garfield and Archie Comics go way back

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? Intolerance

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? The real thing. Reading on a electronic device all day makes my head hurt

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English and Microbiology

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? I have an older sister and brother

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? A foot massager for my mom

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 160cm

75. CAN YOU COOK? Yes! But I don’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? Coffee, bouganvilleas, and bear hugs

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? People who litter, broken promises, and when people don’t give me a sufficient amount of time to do/prepare for something

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? Nowadays, I have more male friends

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Straight

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? The US.

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? My sister

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Yesterday, while watching a documentary, lol

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? Laura from Garden Answers, lol

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? Nope.

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? The calculator app, lol

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? I’m definitely closer to my mother than I am to my father. My dad and I have had a strained relationship while I was growing up, but now that I’m out of the house, our relationship has gotten better.

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? I love the Creole accent

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Too many places

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 4 and 47

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? I can juggle one ball

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? Not really. But as I’ve gotten older, I feel a little bit more religious than I was before

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? That’s a tough question, and definitely not one I can choose between. Both are really interesting

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? Eh, sometimes

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? Dog dander

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? No

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? Only when I also move my entire face

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? Certainly not an easy thing to do, but I admit that I’m wrong most of the time

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? I love both! But I’m drawn to large bodies of water

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? It’s on the tip of my tongue... tip of my tongue 😕

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? I don’t think so, lol

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Hufflepuff

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? Yes, and I’m not afraid to admit it

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? I’m an introvert, but can be an extrovert when liquid courage is around

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? I used to

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? Yes, wholeheartedly

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Pick it up, look around, call out and probably mail it back to the person who lost it

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? Yes! Everyone is capable of change. Though the rate of growth varies greatly from individual to individual, so the amount of change you may hope to see is often not what you get. Giving people second chances and wanting to grow takes a lot of time and patience.

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? Certainly

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yes, and I hate them

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? My ears

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Let’s go with Captain America with this one, idk

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? Yes, I have 2!

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? Cutting toxic people from my life

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Yes, definitely

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? I do, though, my simself aint wearing any

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? Absolutely

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? My boyfriend is one of the smartest people I know

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? I took my dog to the groomer’s and she asked for my dog’s name, and brain kept glitching and making my mouth say “Boner”

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? Who hasn’t?

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Black

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? YES!! I love spontaneity

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? I don’t think so

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 31

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one” - Bruce Lee

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Savory.

#get to know me

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