𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦
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Greenlight //
Pairing: Beomgyu x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut. Some Fluff, Male Receiving, Fem Receiving, Unprotected Sex.
Words: 2.7k+
Warnings: 18+ content.
Tagging: @hoehousenet @kdiarynet @chwe-yeeun @hoe2z @jayvoir @giveortake @lqsience @choijwiss @jisungismymom @rosiehoon
Beomgyu constantly flirts with you, while all you do is play hard to get. He likes you and you like him, but things have never progressed from there. So what happens when Beomgyu finally decides to take things to the next level? Are you willing to give him the green light or not?
Your close friend Jay had invited you over to his place to play some video games. You both had been at it for hours and decided to take a small break before continuing. While taking said break, Jay ended up falling asleep in his chair, leaving you sitting around in his room awkwardly with nothing to do. Now that your mind wasn't focused on your games, you realised how thirsty were. Not wanting to wake Jay, you left his room and ventured towards the kitchen. You had no idea where anything was. All you needed was one glass. If you tried, you figured it wouldn't be that hard to find. So you looked around in the cupboards, eyes brightening when you finally found them. You had to reach up on your tippy toes, but even then, your fingers barely grazed over the glasses. And then, out of nowhere, you felt someone push you into the counter from behind, reaching up over your head to easily retrieve a glass. It didn't take you long to realise who the sneaky being was.
It was Beomgyu. Jay's roommate. You didn't know much about him other than the fact that he was a shameless flirt who sat at home all day doing god knows what in his room. He was always holed up in there and the only time he'd come out is if he needed something from the kitchen or if you'd come over.
Beomgyu loved teasing you. It was fun and he enjoyed the playful banters you both engaged in. Beomgyu was into you and he hadn't hesitated to let you know. You were totally his type, confident and cool. In your eyes, Beomgyu was a pretty decent individual. He looked good and was fun to be around, though you acted like he was a pain in the ass. But he was your friend's roommate and you still didn't know him well enough to really be able to initiate anything with him. Plus you knew that Jay would always 'forbid' it, not wanting to potentially end up becoming a third wheel between you both.
"You didn't even tell me you were coming around.", Beomgyu pouted, filling the glass he'd taken for you with water. You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "I thought jay might've let you know. Besides, it’s not like I have your number or anything."
Beomgyu took a sip from the glass before passing it to you. You grimaced but chugged the water down nonetheless. "We could take care of that don't you think?", he said, raising his brow indicatively. You set the glass down on the counter behind you. "Nope. I don't think so. I've reached the geezer limit in my contact list. There's no space for your number."
Beomgyu was the one to let out an amused scoff at your comment this time. "Geezer limit.", he repeated, smiling to himself at the minor insult. "Well that's a bummer." he frowned and bit the inside of his lip. "Wanna go to my room?"
You laughed airily at his proposition. Way to change the topic. Props to him for that. Pushing yourself off the counter, you walked past him and went back down the hall. "Hurry up before I change my mind.", you called, entering his bedroom which was the one opposite to Jay's. He walked in behind you, shutting the door behind himself. You raised a brow at this.
"Why'd you close the door?"
Beomgyu grinned, turning the lock while he was at it. "No reason. Why? Does it make you nervous?"
You knew what he was doing. Unfortunately for him, you weren't going to give in so soon. Shaking your head, you plopped down on his bed. "I'm fine with it. I just thought you'd have a hard time controlling yourself, nothing else."
Beomgyu smirked at your words and stood against the wall. "Don't worry about me y/n. You aren't only girl I've had in here behind closed doors."
You wouldn't lie, his retort had you impressed. He was a natural flirt. You admired that. It was an attractive characteristic in your opinion.
"Oh really? Is that so? You wouldn't mind telling me a bit about them would you then?"
Beomgyu gestured for you to move over as he came and took a seat beside you. You scooted up his bed, leaning against his headboard. Beomgyu laid down before you, propping himself up on his elbow. "Firstly, I'd like to say that none of them have ever been as hot as you."
He was sucking up to you. Smiling at his compliment, you motioned for him to continue. "Secondly, I'm no narcissist, but I've never gotten a bad review once. They always enjoy how I make them feel. They thrive in it and hope that it never comes to an end. So I guess it kinda sucks for them considering I'm a one time over type of guy."
You snickered to yourself. "So what you're telling me, is that you're basically a sex god?"
Beomgyu nodded triumphantly. "I try to be humble about it, so you didn't hear that from me okay?"
You gave him a thumbs up, pretending to seal your lips. It was quiet between you two for a while. You just stared at each other, small smiles on your faces. Beomgyu seemed to be thinking about something. You could tell by the way his eyes kept wavering between your own. "Wanna fuck?"
Your smile fell, eyes widening in disbelief. You couldn't believe he'd just said that. You gasped, face heating up at the bluntness of his words. The way he'd said it, as if he were simply asking you to help him do his laundry or something had caught you off guard. He was so straightforward and for what?
"Just say yes or no. I won't start anything if you don't want to. We can just, do something else if that's the case.", he assured you, not a sign of panic or regret in his expression. His calmness made you feel like you were overreacting. Why couldn't you be so nonchalant like him. He made it seem so easy. You envied that. Beomgyu laughed at your flustered state and sat up. "Why so shy princess? Don't wanna be bitchy now?"
Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. He was on fire today. Never once had you felt so timid because of him. And now that you were, you had no clue what to do. Beomgyu shifted over to you, trapping you between himself and the headboard. He tossed the pillow on your lap to the side and replaced it with his hand. You could've escaped from the side, but you didn't. You were lowkey eager to see what he did next. "Tell me what you want y/n. I swear your wish is my command."
Beomgyu's voice was laced with desire. He was so close to getting what he wanted. All you had to do was give him the green light.
You refused to look at him. You felt so vulnerable and you couldn't even think straight because of his proximity. "Look at me princess. Give me an answer.", he urged, squeezing your thigh gently. A soft moan escaped you at his touch. Beomgyu smirked and trailed his hands higher up your thigh. He leaned into you, lips ghosting over your ear. "Yes or no y/n? We haven't got all day. Jay's gonna wake up any time now so if you want this, just say yes."
You placed your hand atop his, taking a deep breath. "I don't know Beomgyu. Jay wouldn't like it." you could barely form coherent words. Beomgyu hummed, displeased. He twirled your hair around his finger. "I didn't ask about Jay though, did I? I want to know what you want." You wanted to say yes, but you were nervous. The tension between you both was only now making you realise just how much you were attracted to him. So much that you were certain you had feelings for him. Since you'd never given much thought to it, it had never occurred to you before. But now you were afraid he didn't feel the same way. Yes, he had admitted that he liked you, but you weren't sure if he was being serious or simply joking around like he always did with you. Maybe he just wanted to get in your pants. After all, he was the one who said it would only be a one time thing. Now that was something you didn't want.
"Talk me through whatever's going on in your mind right now. Maybe I can help you out.", he suggested. He didn't sound impatient. He was willing to give you time even though that contradicted what he'd previously said to you, and you appreciated that. It helped you calm down a bit. You shrugged. "I'm not sure Beomgyu. I think I like you. but I don't know if that's just because of the way you're talking to me right now or if its because I haven't thought about it before. I'm confused."
Beomgyu laughed softly. He nodded and tucked your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek. He made you look at him. "I like you too y/n. And I know I've told you this before, but I'll tell you again. I'm not just saying this so that you'll have sex with me. I genuinely really want to be with you. Its kinda cheesy coming from me, but its true.", he admitted, laughing at his own words. It was a complete 180 from his usual flirtatious self. His eyes were sincere.
You nodded, unable to contain your smile. This was such an odd moment for you both. You'd never confessed to someone in such a heartfelt manner ever before and neither had Beomgyu. "Well isn't this cute.", he commented, giving you a smile you'd never seen before. He was happy, as were you. "So," you began, trailing a finger up his arm. Beomgyu's eyes followed your hand. He bit his lip, containing his smile. "You wanna get on with it?"
Both of you tried your best not to laugh. "Tell me Beomgyu. Yes or no? I swear I won't do anything if you say no." you mimicked his words. Beomgyu broke into a smile, crashing his lips onto yours cheerfully.
Humming against his mouth, you threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down on you. Beomgyu melted into your body, kissing you earnestly. His hand slipped up your shirt, resting at your side. His touch was enticing. You found yourself guiding his hand upward, placing it on the curve of your breast instead. Beomgyu smiled against your lips, pulling away from you to place wet kisses on your neck and jaw. His thumb brushed over your nipple, feeling it harden underneath the material of your bra. You let out breathy moans, turning your neck to the side to give him more space. Beomgyu swiftly popped open your bra's hook, pushing his hand underneath the garment. He squeezed your breast, just as he had your thigh, groaning as your back arched against his body.
Beomgyu sat up, peeling his shirt off and tossed it to the side. You did the same, discarding your bra along with it. Beomgyu smirked as he took in the sight of your bare upper body, licking his lips in anticipation. He'd always found you hot, but you were really exceeding his expectations now. Starting to get impatient with his intense and shameless stares, you pushed him down on the mattress and straddled his lap. Beomgyu's hands shot to your thighs as you leaned down to kiss his neck. You ran your tongue over his shoulder blades, grinding your hips down on his crotch. His palms kneaded the skin of your thighs, breaths getting heavier and heavier as your kisses got more proactive. You could feel his member hardening underneath you, the sensation making wetness pool into your panties. You began kissing down his chest, looking up at him from your lashes. He was loving the sight. It was sexier than anything he'd ever imagined before. You tugged his pants and boxers down in one quick motion gasping at the size of his length. Beomgyu whined, kicking his pants onto the floor.
You took his cock in your hand, pumping it slowly. Beomgyu bit his lip, watching you with keen eyes. You circled your thumb over his tip, leaning down to press a soft kiss on it. Beomgyu sucked in a breath. Licking his tip, you wrapped your lips around him, running your tongue over his cock. He balled his fists, not wanting to interfere. Taking more of his length in your mouth, you began bobbing your head, not too slow, but not too fast. He cursed under his breath. Gosh if felt so good. He could tell you knew what you were doing and he was glad that you did it well. "Fuck, princess, it feels so nice.", he praised, trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth. He swore he was going to cum if you kept it up. You unexpectedly released his cock, pumping it as you signally for him to get up. "If you wanna finish you've gotta return the favour baby boy."
Beomgyu growled at the nickname. "That's so fucking hot of you.", he murmured, pushing you down on your back. "Say no more mommy." he ripped your pants off of you, tugging your panties down your legs soon after. Settling between your legs, he pried your thighs apart, marvelling at the sight in front of him. He licked a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the sweet taste on his tongue. Without wasting a second, he dove into your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at his roots every time his teeth grazed over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue felt so amazing. He hadn't been lying when he said he was good at what he did. Beomgyu pushed two fingers into your needy hole, pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace. His tongue flicked at your clit ravenously. He'd been dreaming about this for months.
"Fuck, Gyu- I'm gonna cum.", you warned after a while, moaning loudly thereafter. Beomgyu reluctantly rose from your cunt and wiped your arousal off his chin. "Not so soon princess. You're gonna finish on my cock.", he seethed, rubbing his tip along your slit. You spread your legs wider, eyes screwing shut as he pushed himself into you. "You're so fucking tight.", he muttered, bucking his hips into you. He'd barely started yet he was hitting all the right places. He hovered over your body, jaw clenched in concentration. Your needy moans only encouraged him to fuck you harder. "Oh my god Beomgyu!", you exclaimed, holding onto his shoulders. "You feel so good princess.", he groaned, raising your knee to your chest, he pushed his cock deeper into you. He could tell you were close. Luckily, so was he. He continued slamming his cock into your walls, wanting nothing more than to see your face as you came undone over his cock. And then, you finally did.
He felt your walls clench around his cock. Your back arched off the bed, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashed over you. Your fingers dug into his skin as your basked in the pleasure he gave you. The sight itself set him off, making his cock twitch inside you. Beomgyu was quick to pull out of you, emptying his cum over your pussy and thighs instead. It was a mesmerising sight. "Well that was certainly a nice way to inaugurate our relationship wasn't it?" Beomgyu concluded. He fell next to you, pulling you into his side as he draped the covers over your naked body. You smiled and kissed his cheek, wrapping an arm around his waist.
You heard a knock on the door, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat. It was Jay. "If you guys are done I just wanted to let y/n know that we've got a tournament in five minutes."
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An Eye for Art
Here’s my first non ego story! Set in a high end art auction, one piece differs from the rest. A classic haunted painting with a gruesome story, as well as many past buyers that returned it time and time again. It seems like a lost cause to sell, if not for a strange man with an eye for the spiritual.
@emptynarration @alvie-ashgrove @shy-marker-pliers @juju-on-that-yeet @m4delin @lildevyl @verse2wo @ferociousfangirlofmanyfandoms (sorry if you don’t wanna be tagged uwu)
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The lively crowd travelled around the room with an eager attitude amongst all of them. All strangers, for the most part, but all united with the common interest of tonight’s gathering. A love for the arts. Or, more specifically, a love for buying things in an auction. Rich and pompous people throwing away their money and overindulging in fancy champagnes. Nothing more the dull hearts could need.
With numbered auction paddles in hand, the group bid on various works of art from all sorts of mediums. Many artists were getting their hefty dose of recognition from the rich connoisseurs. One spent half a decade carving a detailed statue of an angel and earned enough money to make a stone army. A painting, one of a detailed setting of cultures, was made by a man that almost missed the auction because he overslept. Truly, this was a game for anyone looking for their slice of fame.
All, but one, of the artists showed up to take credit for their hard work and revel in the praise. There was something for all walks of life on this particular night. The group setting it up got lucky with the pieces they could gather. Though, one of the pieces would be concerning to want.
As the night went on and the artworks got new owners, there was one piece left by the podium. An antique, by the looks of it, with beautiful, hand-carved framework and a setting of a valley, with women frolicking through a meadow. On the surface, it seemed lovely, however, the crowd exchanged wary glances amongst each other, like it was hideous. No artist taking credit for it, no one showing any interest. The auctioneer cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I know you must be tired of seeing this thing, folks, but it was recently donated back by the last buyer,” he explained. There was a tight smile on his face as he tried to lighten the mood. “How many does that make now? Two? Four? Maybe six, if you count the guy that could handle it for an hour…” he laughed lightly. Didn’t get many others chuckling with him.
Barely anyone wanted to look at the painting, let alone bid on it. Clearly, no one wanted it, by what the auctioneer saw. All those paddles stayed firmly to everyone’s laps. In a way, it looked like there were more statues for sale. A simple nod of the head could be interpreted as a bid, after all, if the auctioneer is that desperate. And he was.
This painting had a story. Frequent attendees knew it too well by this point. The Valley Girls had a long history of buyers, ignorant or curious alike. Many could only handle the painting for about a week. An old piece with a background of murder and vengeance hiding behind that cheery setting of flowers and sunshine. The auctioneer let out a heavy sigh, shivering even standing near the damn thing. Those valley girls had small, but piercing eyes that seemed to follow whoever looked at them.
“I’ll be easy on everyone. Can I get, say, $50?” The auctioneer scanned the crowd for anything. “Going once…” The crowd stayed silent, which wasn’t surprising. “Twice…” Maybe this painting would be better off burned. It doesn’t matter if it’s made with rare oil paints, or that the frame was carved from the finest oak. Something like this shouldn’t exist.
“Oh, I’m sorry-!” a quiet voice spoke up, followed by a raised paddle to make the last second bid, Number 4, something no one had seen this entire night.
Everyone looked to see a young man standing behind the crowd. Short in height, so it was easy to miss him, but he dressed just as proper as everyone else here, in a suit jacket and turtleneck. He fidgeted with his glasses, looking down as everyone stared at him.
“Sorry… I was thinking to myself.” This man kept his paddle raised. The only confident thing about him.
“Are you sure, sir?” the auctioneer asked.
The man nodded. “Yes, that’s in my budget.” Everyone else looked shocked. Such a kind and shy man was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
It simply wasn’t believable. “Do you know what this is?” Screw making a sale, the auctioneer was concerned. “The history?”
Another nod. “Yes… I’ve done my research,” the man replied, confused. “I know about all that… and a couple interesting facts!” He pointed to the corner of the painting. “Those red dots there aren’t more flowers, actually. It’s the blood… from the murder… um.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry, that’s a bummer fact… ignore me.” He ducked his head again and let his fluffy, black hair hide his embarrassed face.
Well, at this point, couldn’t deny a bid. “You can put the paddle down now,” the auctioneer whispered and was met with another quiet apology. He got the crowd’s attention back to continue, albeit much quicker. “Do I hear 75? Going once, twice- sold! To the man that shares too much.”
Very hesitant applause followed. Everyone gave the man odd looks, before talking amongst themselves as they dispersed. The last piece had been sold and the night was coming to a close. Not necessarily leaving on a high note, but overall it was a fun night. The auctioneer guided people who purchased artwork to pay and find ways to carefully bring it home. The odd man stayed by the side lines to let everyone pass by. Better not draw any more attention, especially with the judgemental glances he was getting.
Once everyone paid for their things and the artists began bidding their goodbyes with their pieces, the man went over to collect his painting. That auctioneer was still around, watching over things and keeping a curious eye for the haunted painting. Such a timid man bought the damn thing. He was small, not just height wise, but he carried a demeanour that didn’t want to be seen. Hands that constantly fidgeted with his glasses, shoulders slumped to make his posture tinier, nervous expressions. God, this man was going to die by whatever demons plagued the Valley Girls.
“Can I get your name, sir?” a receptionist asked.
“Xander,” his voice was still as quiet as ever, “Collins… Xander Collins. Sorry…” He gave a shy smile. “Should I spell it out or…?”
“That’s alright, mister Collins,” she reassured. “I think I got it. Enjoy your painting, if you can.”
It was cheap enough that Xander could pay for it with cash. Looked like she, and many others, were rushing the process to get it out of here as soon as possible. Still, it was packaged nicely and the perfect size for him to carry himself. Now to give everyone a peace of mind and be on his way.
“Excuse me.”
Xander flinched, looking back and seeing the auctioneer heading towards him. He gulped. “Yes…?”
“Sorry, just wanted to ask a couple questions. It’s scratching at my mind, I suppose,” he chuckled awkwardly. “I’ve never seen someone know the backstory of this thing and buy it. You one of those ghost hunters?”
Ah yes, the classic question. Xander was used to it, but he still fidgeted under the other’s gaze. “I guess I collect art like this… it’s a hobby of mine,” he explained. “I’m an exorcist.”
The auctioneer hummed in curiosity. “Oh~ So you’re gonna kill the ghost! I get it.”
“No-! Never!” Xander sputtered, before clearing his throat and looking down. “Sorry… I just- I don’t hurt the ghosts. Sorry.”
“What? Then what are you doing with them? Playing patty cake?”
Xander shook his head, frowning slightly. “I help them pass on… peacefully. They’re stuck here and helpless.” In a way, the spirits were humans still, and he certainly didn’t want to treat another human with malice. Not with how gently he held the painting against his chest.
“Oh, I see. Kinda.” The auctioneer furrowed his brows and looked at Xander with a puzzled expression. “Well, you have fun with that, then. No refunds.” He turned on his heels, walking away quickly.
Xander breathed a sigh of relief as he’s finally left alone. The trip to his car was easy after that. He placed the painting in the passenger's seat, not crazy enough to buckle it in like a person, thankfully. Though, the idea did make him giggle.
The air was tense with the painting beside him, making a shiver crawl down his spine. Still, he didn’t falter. He was as confident as ever compared to how he acted in front of the others. “I’m glad I finally found you, Mary Ann,” he hummed in content. “That place was scary…” He gripped the steering wheel tightly, before taking a deep breath.
The painting obviously didn’t speak back, but Xander didn’t expect anything. “Everything will be okay… hopefully.” With his research, it should be fine. Doubt was always a tricky problem, though. “I’ll do my best…”
Some may say Xander had a dangerous hobby. The art pieces he collected had very real stories of people getting hurt or traumatized, after all. However, he had his precautions. Be respectful. Be patient. Be helpful. No running away screaming for him, not with a job to do.
Not many would praise the strange boy hunting for ghosts to save, but it was an interesting hobby. Every time a spirit felt at ease and passed on in Xander’s presence, he took pride. Ghosts were simply unfortunate souls that got stuck in a confusing situation. So, he doesn’t mind going the extra mile for their sake, even if he could only make a dent in his effort. One art auction at a time.
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Late night mumbling u///u
It’s currently 3 AM ish and I’ve been kinda thinking about how to feel about stuff. I do that sometimes.
The biggest thing is just what I should do with my time. It always comes back to that, time. There’s never enough hours in the day to do everything, and even when there is it feels like I don’t have the energy to do anything at all. Could be the winter cold, haha. Getting out of bed every morning is something I procrastinate at times, pffft. >\\\<
But I wanna get up. I get up because I wanna do stuff! I haven’t been doing much these days though, mostly because it’s break and I like to be sluggish when it’s break. It’s a good time to rest and all that, and that’s important too! But sometimes it feels a lil too unproductive, y’know? Gets me a lil antsy. I like the feeling of getting work done. u///u I also get really antsy when I feel like I’m disappointing people, as much as I also firmly believe that I’m the only person who needs to be satisfied with what I do at the end of the day. Kind of a natural feeling you know? There’s nothing wrong with it really.
It’s also normal to want people to like the things you do, and worry about the “what if”s if people don’t. It’s something that admittedly bugs me at times, since I like thinking that people like me. (To be fair I doubt there’s anybody who likes being disliked o///o) I get kind of nervous and overthink stuff when it comes to that sometimes. The whole “oh maybe they’ll find me annoying if I do this” or “oh it’s been so long maybe it’ll be awkward if I just go and do this”, that kind of thing. And that kind of concern leaks into the way I go about the things I make at times.
“Should I do this? Will this be ok? Would this be weird?” Sometimes that kind of thing stops me from doing stuff. It’s important to remember to step back and look at the bigger picture. Doing the things that I enjoy should never feel like a responsibility, and I’ve always believed that. At the end of the day, I’m free to just do the things I enjoy, y’know? But I still feel bad sometimes, because I’m really flighty with my interests. I wanna settle down and properly make something; tell a finished story. Even if nobody’s gonna look at it. I just wanna do something and see to it that it’s complete. But I leave behind too many things, and it’s a bit of a bummer no matter what it is really. ú///ù That’s ok though. I can’t do everything, and it’s easier to accept that than attempt to do so anyways. Take it easy.
Not that my mind isn’t always occupied with 3 ideas at once all the time anyways pffft. Currently there are a few topics of interests for me: The game I’ve been playing lately, continuing to draw comics, building a magic system purely for fun, and a whole lotta OC none sense.
I don’t often play games because it feels like a waste of time. But that’s a real bummer way of thinking about it. I don’t regret getting into Fallout New Vegas, but it’s certainly a time consuming endeavor due to the way I’m playing it pffft. And besides, even if I feel a lil bad about investing so much time into it, it’s still fun. As they say, “if it was time you enjoyed wasting, them it wasn’t really a waste of time”.
Believe it or not I still wanna draw the rest of the story for my AU that gets unfortunately interrupted both times I tried to continue it. I’m actually really embarrassed that it keeps happening, but I’ve decided that even if people lose interest in it I’m gonna keep doing it again. I hate to disappoint haha, but I’d say irregular updates are better than none! And either way it started out as a pretty self indulgent idea in the first place, I was really happy people seemed alright with it at the time though. Still makes me happy thinking about it now actually. I don’t regret making it. ^\\\^ (besides it’s actually more complex than its original idea now that I’ve been thinking about it for so long, but that won’t matter until I actually manage to keep going) Knowing me I just need to start, once I have momentum I’m usually pretty good at continuing. o///o
Just for fun I’ve been making up a magic system with a friend! Well it’s mostly me but he decided to shoot some ideas my way and I’m never against that. It’s like a semi Collab now. I started making it because I like magic systems and world building so I decided to make a system that’s basically everything I think is cool, so it’s a loose magic system with a lot of creative possibility and chances to go wild. The world will probably run of fighting game logic so it’s probably going to be really stupid, and that’s good honest fun to me! Seriously though, fighting games have the funniest world building due to fun character design trumping any sort of need for logic. Why do vampires, talking cats, samurais, robots, and whatever else share one world? Because it’s fun, that’s why. Lmaooo- >\\\< (I won’t be that wack since I like having more concrete rules, but just for fun why not just a lil bit...as a treat)
I miss making OCs. I wanna make an actual original story one of these days. I’ve had so many growing up but nowadays not as much. It’s a lot of work! But it makes my heart swell. I love making characters and worlds and watching them come to life. I have a lot of old OCs that make me wonder if I can recycle them all into a proper story, but perhaps that’s a bit ambitious for me right now. I’ve just been having a lot of thoughts because I love my recent OCs and wish to make a story for them. Well, my art could still use a lotta work too, haha. My art journey still has a long road up ahead, but I’m excited to keep going as always. *\\\^
If you’ve actually read all my nonsensical rambling then um, thank you, that’s very sweet that you’d wanna read the odd stuff I say. I never quite know what I’m doing, but I’m honestly just happy if even one person out there likes it. I would rather have people enjoy the stuff I personally enjoy doing than have me try and please others on purpose. You know? I’d like people to like me for me, that’s the greatest blessing I could be given, I’d say.
Anyways, it’s 4 AM now at the time I’ve finished writing this. It feels nice to ramble, even if it’s to nobody in particular. I hope you have a lovely day or night, wherever you are. u///u✨💖
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HI! I’m one greedy person and want some insight into your writer brains!
(you can totally skip out on answering this)(I’m doing this off of anon because that seems to be dangerous territory)
1- Did you write something recently you thought you’d never write?
2- What’s a line you’ve written that you’re extremely proud of?
3- Is there something you wrote you thought people would hate but they ended up loving?
4- Did you read something recently that was different and ended up liking? If so, what is it?
5- What does your brain go through when an author you fan-girl over reads, kudos, comments on your stuff?
6- What do think you do best in your writing?
7- What’s something that makes you nervous about your writing and when it comes to posting? (I thought of ways to word it better but my English isn’t the strongest – sorry)
8- What’s something you do in your writing process that wastes time, but you still do it because that’s the only way you’re able to get something out?
9- Is there something you’ve been working on a lot that you can’t seem to get out?
10- SHARE A SNIPPET OF Q9
Hi! And oh wow, thank you! This is so fun! Okay!
1- Did you write something recently you thought you’d never write?
Yeah! I can’t say I ever saw myself writing a Mick x Mary Pat fic, haha, so teasing out that dynamic has been extremely fun. It’s been interesting too to try and capture both of the character’s voices and to explore what they might be like interacting with each other, particularly given they’ve never shared a scene together. I’m pretty happy with the result, and have been totally delighted by people taking a chance on it given it’s such an odd pairing, haha.
2- What’s a line you’ve written that you’re extremely proud of?
A lot of them, actually, but this one from Drive You Mad often springs to mind:
He hooks a finger in the edges of her panties, yanking them down over the swell of her ass, swallowin’ her hitched breath too before finally shifting back enough to pull them off the rest of the way. He tosses them to the floor and then he just - -
Looks at her.
Takes in every soft, long, pale, twisting inch of her.
Some Madonna in the mornin’ and a nymph at night, don’t matter, she always leans fey, leans into otherworldly, leans into somethin’ he wants to kneel at the feet of and worship, somethin’ he wants to catch in his hand and lay out in his bed, and fuck, he knows he could lose hours, days, years in the curve of her breast and the crease of her thigh.
Could lose forever in her lips.
Somethin’ more in her cunt.
3- Is there something you wrote you thought people would hate but they ended up loving?
I don’t think I’ve written anything that I thought people would hate per se, but there are definitely stories I’ve thought would be more niche than they ended up being? I thought that both of my big AUs - the pornstar au and the pirate au would be much more quietly received than they were. I figured they’d have a few people who liked them, but that they would have a much smaller audience than they did. I’m forever thrilled in that sense that so many people connected with them both!
4- Did you read something recently that was different and ended up liking? If so, what is it?
I’ve already recced it a few times on here, but I’m thoroughly enjoying @joeyjoeylee‘s Both Sides of the Law! I’m not the first person to jump on fics that age Beth and Rio down a lot, purely because I like their dynamic in canon and I like that they collide after really having lived a life each, y’know? I just find that fun and interesting and a bit unique.
That said, certain writers are really able to translate that dynamic richly to younger settings and different contexts in ways that work, and @joeyjoeylee has absolutely done it in their law school au, and I love it.
5- What does your brain go through when an author you fan-girl over reads, kudos, comments on your stuff?
I get extremely smiley, hahaha. There’s nothing like a great comment, honestly. I’m not always the best at replying to them because I often just get overwhelmed and am never entirely sure how to reply in a way that really conveys my gratitude. But yes, it’s extremely lovely when anyone takes the time to comment, and when it’s an author I love and respect, it has the added bonus of making me blush, haha.
6- What do think you do best in your writing?
I think I’m pretty good at capturing atmosphere and nuance? I like to write description generally because I think it creates mood and builds narrative tension, and I think I generally do that pretty well. I’m always trying to get better though!
7- What’s something that makes you nervous about your writing and when it comes to posting? (I thought of ways to word it better but my English isn’t the strongest – sorry)
Ah! Your English is amazing! And I don’t really get nervous about posting anymore, but I do feel like my writing can occasionally have what we call in editing a ‘saggy middle’. In that sense, I think sometimes it can feel a bit poorly paced and need more tightening up than I like to do, but again, that’s something I’m trying to get better at too.
8- What’s something you do in your writing process that wastes time, but you still do it because that’s the only way you’re able to get something out?
Oh god, too many things, hahaha. Generally speaking though, I spend a lot of time thinking a story through before I even start writing it. In that sense, I tend to go for long walks and just chew through story problems which is a process that really works for me. I have a good memory for that sort of thing too, so as I rethink things, it often feels a bit like I’m ironing out the creases in a story. It’s a system that really works for me.
9- Is there something you’ve been working on a lot that you can’t seem to get out?
Yeah! It’s a bit of a bummer, but it’s the second two parts of See You in the Light, which is insane really, given I posted the first part so long ago. It’s something I keep stop-starting working on, which is not a good habit to get into. I am really hopeful I might be able to get it done by the end of the year though!
10- SHARE A SNIPPET OF Q9
They’re barely in the front door before Elizabeth’s turning on him, her lips pulled into a thin, hard line and her blue eyes flashing bright, and just fuck if that isn’t rich right now. He feels his own jaw tighten before he can help it, feels his shoulders roll back, his traps shift and coil, and he’s ready for it when she says:
“Do you enjoy provoking him?”
She’s got this tone is the thing – all patronisin’, all high ground and at least that figures. Trust her to play naïve, trust her to play like she don’t know exactly what that dumbass ex of hers is like.
Striding past her, Rio starts down the hall into the house, heading towards the kitchen just to move, to shake some of the irritation out of his legs, to give himself some sort of direction that lets him play this lighter. Lets the anger seep out of his tone just because he knows it’ll piss her off.
“Yeah, you know what? I think I do,” he hums flippantly as he glances back at her, and it’s like a prize, the way her chest flushes red in fury. “Yeah, kinda like an experiment. See how long it takes him to figure it out. He this slow when you married him, or he inhaled too many car fumes runnin’ that business of his into the ground?”
Thank you again! <3
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Grey's Anatomy: Tradition (17x15)
Sometimes Grey's Anatomy has something really true and good to say, but they say it in a hokey sort of way. This episode had a lot going on that kinda... jumped the shark in terms of the cheese factor for me. Let's dive in.
Cons:
First of all, Jackson's last episode was kind of a letdown. It was only in seeing it that I realized how disconnected he felt from most of the remaining leads on the show. He had a personal goodbye with Jo, which I liked, and was probably the moment I felt the most connected to Jackson leaving. But when he was talking to Meredith, it occurred to me that these two haven't had any intersecting story-lines that really mattered in years. They kept showing flashbacks to Jackson in his earlier days on the show, surrounded by people who are all no longer there. He doesn't feel woven in with any of the core cast. Then, he drives away at the end, his last conversation as a regular cast member happening with Koracick of all people? I don't know. It just felt like an anticlimax to me.
And speaking of Koracick, was this his exit from the show as well? He's moving to Boston? What a bummer. I've genuinely enjoyed his character so much, and I feel like there was so much left to explore with him. Putting him in a room with any other character really enlivened a conversation. He brought such different energy from any of the other characters. What an unceremonious end, if so. If not, I hope he's a character that pops back in here and there, maybe updates us on Jackson, April, and Harriet. That could be a nice compromise.
Say it with me: I don't like Owen and Teddy. Jesus, I just do not care. When I saw them kissing I literally said "noooo" out loud, and it's not because I feel anything about them as a couple and I'm "against" it or anything, it's more just the "noooo" of realization, that we're going to have to spend time with these characters again, and all the shittiness that they bring out in one another.
That feeds into a smaller complaint, which was that I found it very odd that Owen was telling Link that he's going to be trapped at Meredith's house, even now with Meredith going home. It was like... weird guy banter, and Winston was there too, and it was like all the men having a laugh at Link's expense... I just found it really uncomfortable that Owen was the one doing this, when Owen and Amelia have such a fraught (and annoying) history. I don't know. Maybe that's a nitpick.
So now we go to Grey's Anatomy having something good and true to say, but pouring on the cheese just a bit too much. The story about respecting native traditions and how often they have bad experiences in big hospitals was a perfectly adequate one, but it was told in a paint-by-numbers fashion. I almost wanted something a bit more nuanced, like maybe some genuine distrust from the patients instead of everyone being 100% nice and pleasant and nothing going wrong. A happy ending for this story was much appreciated, but it felt like a rote way of telling a story and exploring a theme. Still, it's good that they bring attention to issues that a lot of people (read: white people) want to ignore.
Pros:
There were lots of things I enjoyed seeing in this episode, even if the whole thing didn't come together for me.
Like, for example, Koracick's speech about being privileged and wanting to be an ally. Like, really step up and really help out. This was another moment of potentially hokey writing, but the performance sold it, and I liked that Jackson accepted it for the genuine offer that it was.
I also like seeing Jo thriving in her new specialty, with Carina as a potential mentor, although she might be leaving the show? Or at least not around as much anymore. Over on Station 19, evidently she's gotten engaged, so... good for her! And Jo talking to the baby in the NICU, the one she's totally going to adopt, made me really emotional. I want only good things for Jo!
Nico was nowhere to be seen this week, after Levi left him in the lurch after his "I love you" a few weeks back... but we do see that Helm is really struggling, and Schmitt wants to help her out. This was a small little thread, but I do like the idea of Schmitt and Helm living together. It continues on my thread of what I sort of wanted for Levi, where if they're doing a romance with Nico, Nico needs to sweat about it for a bit first.
Meredith is back! She spends the episode with people coddling her, nervous to tell her about Andrew's death, saying goodbye to Jackson, and getting to go home and reunite with her kids. All of it was perfect and wonderful. The moment when Bailey and Richard come to tell her about Andrew, Meredith seems to suddenly know, and we hear the sound of crashing waves in the background. That was just lovely. And she and Jackson's conversation was great too, although I stand by what I said about Jackson's final moments on the show not quite working for me. But it was fun, a Grey and an Avery, these two important legacy families, talking about what they learned from each other, and what they taught one another.
And then of course Meredith is home, Amelia is freaking out because the house is a mess, and Meredith says it's perfect, just the way she wants it. She eats donuts and her kids tell her everything she's missed while she was away. I'm really impressed with the way the kids have felt like more of a presence in the past season or so, and I hope that continues to be the case.
Richard is going to officiate Maggie and Winston's wedding! I felt so many warm fuzzies in my heart over that little moment. Richard worrying that he'd overstepped, and acknowledging that the relationship boundaries between himself and Maggie had always been a little uncertain. And then Maggie and Winston asking him to be the one to marry them to one another... oh gosh. This show can still really get to me sometimes. That made me happy.
I think if I had to say my overall thoughts on this episode, I'd say a lot of the things that happen have implications that I don't enjoy. But then watching some of it play out, I did like it. So the way Meredith reacted to the news of Andrew's death was really touching, but I'm still pissed that Andrew died. Jackson had a couple of solid moments, but overall his swan song didn't hit the mark. Koracick's speech was decent, but the fact that he's apparently leaving is annoying.
So yeah. Grey's still has plenty to keep my attention, but this episode wasn't one of the greats!
7/10
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an addition to the family (david x patrick, schitt’s creek)
AN ~ I don't know exactly how this happened, but I have 2000 words of David x Patrick pro-pet adoption holiday season fluff with a healthy sider of David & Stevie friendship and 'delightfully half-half' Xtn/Jewish David, and I couldn't help but share it. Enjoy! and support your local pet shelters this holidays.
Rated T just in case. fluff. contains mentions of both Christmas and Hanukkah
Read on AO3 (~2100 words)
an addition to the family
After a snooty dachshund rejected his advances, David turned back to his stand and tried his best not to pull a face as he straightened a row of collars. He’d never really got dogs. There just seemed to be something about them he couldn’t vibe with; not even the neat, posh ones. But he could respect that other people liked them – and he certainly appreciated those who aspired to give their pets the best. His pleasure at the very popular reception of their hand-made organic dog treats was very much genuine… even if he wasn’t too keen on giving out the samples himself.
Patrick, on the other hand, was living up to his reputation with the local youths; kneeling in muddy snow at the adoption drive, helping kids get up the courage to pat his charges, which were on the larger side of the doggy spectrum. For some unknown reason that David could only boil down to the mysteries of love, it warmed his heart to notice that Patrick’s smile somehow resembled that of the gambolling Retriever-cross he was currently introducing to the nearest family as Buddy.
“Thinking about an addition to the family?” interrupted a familiar voice. Stevie, raising an eyebrow, over the cup of tea she had brought him.
David scoffed, and took the tea. “Ugh. No.”
“Come on,” Stevie cajoled. “I think it would be cute.”
“I think it would be… messy. And loud. And…”
And something shaggy and black and white, maybe a Husky or a Border Collie, was lying on its back while Patrick laughed and rubbed its belly. It pawed the air in delight.
David cleared his throat.
“Besides,” he finished. “We don’t have room for it in the apartment.”
“It doesn’t have to be a dog, you know,” Stevie pointed out. “Me, I’m thinking about getting a lizard. Or maybe a ferret. Like old Felix here.”
She swung her arm around, revealing a mouse-brown ferret with a white bandit mark across its eyes, wrapped around her arm quite contentedly. David yelped.
“Oh, God! Why??” Eye twitching, he reined himself in. They had customers to think of after all – not that most of them didn’t already know of his lack of affinity for animals by now. Most of them found it funnier than he cared for, to be honest. Still, he pulled out of the dive. “Why- why- why is Felix, um, here?”
“Because I wanted to try out these little hats,” Stevie said, plucking a tiny green-and-red elf hat from the table and arranging it on Felix’s head. He sat up, attentive, almost appearing to clap his hands. If he didn’t have such a rat-like face, it almost would have been cute. And dare he say it, David had an idea to make it even cuter.
“… We also have matching scarves.”
Resigned to his fate, and to sacrificing himself for the art, David picked a green one from the selection and pressed the stud so that it sit comfortably around the ferret’s neck. Felix wrapped a tiny hand around his finger in return.
“Aww,” Stevie said. “He likes you.”
“That’s nice,” David replied, withdrawing his finger with a half-hearted glare. He had intended to be sarcastic but actually, it did feel kind of nice - there was a reason after all, he supposed, that humans had domesticated animals for the last few thousand odd years. Why people then proceeded to abandon the little monsters in droves, he would never understand.
(Maybe he would have, not so long ago. But he tried not to think too hard about that.)
Instead, he focused on doing the best he could for the store. He peddled the dog treats, and cat treats, little booties and hats, collars, toys; everything. He encouraged people to take photos, tag them on Instagram, buy gifts for friends, and of course donate to the shelter. A handful of times, Patrick offered to cover, but since that meant David helping out at the shelter drive as his replacement, David declined. Besides, they were doing well, but it wasn’t like things were flying off the shelf. He got plenty of downtime.
Plenty of downtime to think.
Plenty of downtime to think about the apartment, the budget, the hints that Patrick had been dropping. The shop in Prague, whose resident cat Luna had once got him to buy what remained to this day his favourite mug. Maybe it wouldn’t be all bad.
(Maybe he was already vision-boarding outdoor sun-boxes and cat runs and reading about something called ‘cat mint’. But he wasn’t going to tell Stevie about that.)
Still, by the time the day’s festivities were winding up, David was in a much more pensive state of mind. He packed up their remaining supplies (there weren’t many; as always, he’d planned well) and wandered over to the shelter’s pens to wait for Patrick. Ted was there, explaining some flea drops to Twyla while Alexis made kissy faces at her friend’s new ginger cat. That, David told himself, is what caused him to wander over to the feline side of the selection.
Most of the pens had been cleared out by this point, and most of what were left were the older cats, the scarred ones, the ugly breeds or sickly-looking ones. David frowned; it was, he supposed, to be expected, but somehow if anything, that made it even more sad. His eyes caught the bright yellow ones of a black cat at the end of the aisle. There were a few of those left, too. This one had a scar on his shoulder, a bit of knotted fur where it was healing, but otherwise he was quite a handsome devil. Even if his gaze was a little too insightful for comfort, it kept David’s attention so thoroughly he didn’t in the slightest notice Ted sneak up.
“Hey, bud. How’s things?”
“Uh, good,” David replied, stammering to keep from jumping near out of his skin. He straightened up from his cat-examination angle, and found that a question seemed poised on his lips.
“I see you’ve meet Maccabee,” Ted pointed out, and bent over himself to greet the cat and pull him out for a cuddle, before turning his attention back to David. “He’s been in rescue for a year this Christmas. It’s sad, really; black cats are already least rescued because of some superstition, and with his scar and FIV on top of that –“
“What’s FIV?”
“It’s… like HIV. For cats.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Ted took a deep breath, and sighed it out. “He’s asymptomatic at the moment, but it still means he can’t live with other cats, or go outside where might run into them and get himself into trouble. It’s kinda limiting. Which sucks, ‘cause he’s a sweet little guy now that he’s had his testosterone – you know, permanently lowered - and some people won’t even pet him once they find out.”
Try as he might, Ted couldn’t hold back a little smile at David, who had already offered a knuckle for Maccabee to sniff and couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the little man. It took a solid few seconds for David to notice that Ted had stopped talking, and what he was doing, at which point he dropped his hand and cleared his throat.
“That’s, um. That’s a bummer.”
“It is. Especially because, you know, people can’t get it from cats.”
“Like, not at all? Are you sure?”
Somehow, David’s hand had found Maccabee again, and was scratching absently at the back of his neck. He watched for Ted’s answers closely, apparently unaware of what his fingers were doing.
“Not even if he bit your whole hand off,” Ted swore. “Certainly not if he… I don’t know. Sat in the same room or maybe, rubbed past some clothes…”
Something deep inside David was thinking, as Patrick jogged up the aisle to greet them. He saw who Ted was holding, and pouted.
“Mac’s still here, huh?”
“Yeah,” Ted sighs.
“And David- David, is here?” Patrick didn’t mean to sound so surprised, let alone hopeful, but he had been dropping an awful lot of hints that he was interested in getting a pet. He’d just assumed David hadn’t been picking up on them, or had misinterpreted them as the idea to come here. Either way, it seemed he had a foot in the door, if he trod lightly.
“Can I hold him?” Patrick asked Ted.
“Sure,” Ted agreed, passing him over. “I’ve gotta start crating the others anyway. Just bring him down the front when you’re done.”
As Ted walked away, David frowned.
“I thought you said you were allergic to cats?” he wondered.
“They make meds for that, David,” Patrick assured him, and cooed at Maccabee, letting the cat rub his face into his hand and paw at his shoulder.
“Okay.” David nodded and, more conscious of what he was doing this time, resumed scratching Maccabee between the shoulder blades and around the back of the neck. It seemed his mind had been made up for him – especially as he started to feel the tiny sputtering rumbles of a hesitant purr beneath the coarse black coat.
“Hey, Patrick?” David began again.
“Yes, David.”
“Did you know that Maccabee is the name of the group of Jewish warriors who took back the temple from Antiochus and lit the oil that started Hanukkah?”
Patrick blinked in surprise. “I kinda assumed it was something biblical but no, I didn’t know that.”
“So you didn’t set me up to meet this cat a week out from Hanukkah?”
“No.”
“And you didn’t name him Maccabee?”
“David. I met him this morning.”
“So you haven’t been conspiring for me to get you a furry four-legged friend these last few months.”
“Well…“
“And you didn’t bring Stevie, Ted, and/or Alexis in on this little gambit.”
“I wouldn’t say I brought them in. But yes. I think it would be nice to have a pet! I always had a dog growing up and Rachel had a cat – I miss being around them. And these little guys, they need a home. Mac needs a home, David.”
He lifted Maccabee’s face beside his own, glowing yellow eyes and pleading blue making a point together. Now that David thought about it, maybe they should add some kippot to their holiday hat collection.
“Come on,” Patrick continued. “You said it yourself, it’s basically fate – it’s divine intervention-“
“It’s a fundraiser set up for the sole purpose of helping the shelter adopt out animals,” David corrected. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
But the thought of putting Maccabee back in that sad little cage at this point and walking away was almost too much to bear. The thought of him sitting on the shop counter by Patrick as he worked the books, or batting him away from the menorah and the tinsel, or waking up to him on the end of their little bed – now that, David thought, suddenly felt like it had always been part of this little world he’d envisioned for himself.
And judging by the look on Patrick’s face, Patrick was envisioning something very much the same.
David took a deep breath, pretending to be much more laboured about the decision than he now was; he had a reputation to maintain, after all.
“You promise to clean up his poop?”
“I promise,” Patrick vowed.
“And you promise the allergy thing won’t bug you?”
“Literally got antihistamines in my bag.”
“Then I think we should do it,” David announced. “I think we should bring Maccabee home.”
“Really?” Patrick’s eyes lit up, and he held Maccabee a little tighter to stop from shifting him too much in his excitement. “Great!”
He bounded back up the front of the shelter stands, David following behind with the patient long-suffering smile for once. Ted was waiting at the back of his truck, one last crate awaiting, register and kitty (pun, as always, intended) long since packed away. His smile told David and Patrick he already knew exactly what had transpired, and he handed the spare crate and a manila folder over to David.
“That’s his welcome package – medical records, FIV info, council registration, stuff like that. Take a look, and if you have any questions, you know where to find me.”
“How much-“
Ted shrugged and waved them off.
“All sorted,” he said. “Happy Hanukk-cat, David. Merry Catmas.”
“Thanks,�� “Thank you,” David and Patrick replied – and then Patrick added for good measure –
“And a Happy Meow Year.”
They could hear Alexis groan from the front seat of the truck. Ted laughed and joined her, calling as he went –
“Happy Meow Year to you too!”
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How do you deal with people thinking Red and Liz together are “disgusting” even from close friends who watch the show? I don’t listen to other social media chatter but I guess when it’s from people you respect that say it, it’s kinda a big fat bummer. I feel it’s a beautiful unrequited romantic love story. That’s all I see.
Opinions like that don’t really register w/ me, anon, no matter where they come from. I’ve always been interested in the odd, the off, the tilted, the dark, the warped, the controversial, and until I stumbled onto this blue hell, I never really had anyone to share those interests with. They were never “validated” by anyone in my family or friend groups, so I learned pretty early on how to have lots of shameless fun independent of others’ opinion (esp when they are emotionally loaded and subjective af like “disgusting”). A difference of opinion doesn’t automatically create a “good” and a “bad” way of looking at something anyway.
I’m not saying it’s fun when someone you love/respect has such a forcefully negative reaction, but you should also love/respect yourself enough to not let that ruin something you cherish and enjoy.
Or as a famous philosopher once said,
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Here’s that fic I wrote that I don’t like. It’s untitled, but it’s inspired by the song Unanswered Prayers by Garth Brooks.
Even though the sun hasn't quite reached halfway to its zenith, the day is already hot enough that Dean is eyeing the pond on the far side of the park with serious consideration. The fact that it's brown and muddy, and the surrounding land is torn up by ducks and geese and stinks of bird shit is only slightly off putting. Which means he's either suffering from heat stroke, because gross, or it's time to head over to the lemonade stand for some cold liquid refreshment.
“Hey, babe?” He calls over his shoulder.
“Hm?”
“I'm going to get a lemonade. Want one?”
“Get me one with raspberries?”
Dean smiles. “You bet. Back in a few.”
Before he leaves the shade under the awning, he presses a kiss to a warm cheek. He gets a distracted smile in response, but doesn't stick around for more. He's caught in the siren song coming from the stand at the other end of the Farmer's Market that sells fresh squeezed lemonade. His mouth is already watering at the thought.
It's even hotter outside the shade, and he can feel the sun's heat sinking into his shoulders and arms, making him glad he remembered sunscreen this week. He'll probably still end up with a slew of new freckles, though. At least there's a slight breeze cooling his skin where it's bared by his shorts and tank top. He plucks at his shirt, encouraging a little air circulation under the sweat-damp material.
The line at the lemonade stand isn't too long, at least. He steps up behind the others waiting their turn, and hums under his breath, letting his mind wander over the latest notes he'd received from his editor. It's a little frustrating that he's going to have to cut a scene he'd been planning for so long, but also a relief that Charlie agrees with his decision. As usual he'd gotten caught up in writer's block due to being stubborn about the direction of the story, but after talking it out with her, his mind is already racing ahead to the next five scenes.
He's almost to the front of the line when a voice he hasn't heard in years breaks him from his musings.
“Dean?”
“Lisa?” Dean grins as he turns to greet her. “Holy shit, hi!”
It's as natural as breathing to accept the hug she offers him with outstretched arms. Although there's the slightest twinge of oddness when he realizes she's not quite as tiny as he remembers her to be.
The hug is tight, but short and she steps back to look up at him, her dark eyes alight with happiness. “Wow. Dean Winchester. I wasn't sure sure it was you at first. How long has it been?”
He purses his lips as he digs through old memories. The last one he can vaguely recall is a lazy Sunday spent fishing on a summer day just like this one. “Man… I think it was the summer after graduation? So seventeen… eighteen years?”
Lisa rolls her eyes with a groan. “Oh god, has it really been that long? Now I feel old.”
He chuckles at her distress. “Well if it makes you feel better, you look great.”
And she does. A quick glance reveals that she's still fit and trim. Her hair is still glossy and thick, and her skin smooth. Only the faint laugh lines around her eyes and the sharper edge of her cheekbones show her age at all. When he was a kid, his eyes would have lingered on her body or her mouth, but while he still finds her beautiful, she no longer makes his heart race the way it did when he was in high school.
Her cheeks flush under the compliment. “Well thank you. You're looking good too.” She circles her fingers in the direction of his eyes. “The glasses are cute.”
Striking a dignified pose, he reaches up and pushes them up higher on the bridge of his nose. “I've been told they make me look distinguished.”
Lisa laughs, light and melodious. “I guess that's better than ‘nerdy’.”
He waves a dismissive hand. “I'd take that as a compliment these days.”
She blinks at him, and he can tell she's surprised. But before she can respond, the last person in line ahead of him leaves with their lemonade, and the young man running the stand calls for the next customer.
“You want something?” Dean asks Lisa, hooking a thumb towards the menu hanging next to the stall. She nods, then immediately tries to talk him out of paying, but he won't hear it. “It's just a lemonade, Lis’.” The old nickname rolls of his tongue. “It's not like I'm buying a fancy dinner.”
After a moment she relents, and Dean orders two large lemonades and a large raspberry lemonade. When Lisa lifts a questioning brow at the third order, he grins. “That one is for the ol’ ball and chain.”
Her eyebrows go up. “You're married?”
“Yeah, going on ten years now.” He accepts the first drink from the kid making them, and passes it over to Lisa. She looks so flabbergasted that he laughs. “What? Didn't think anyone would want me?”
She accepts the cup, but gives him a stern look. “It's not that. I'm just surprised you finally settled down.”
With a wince and a nod, he accepts her explanation. “Fair point.” He accepts the other two drinks, and steps away from the stand to give the next customer room to order. “Want to meet ‘em? We have a booth over that way-” he gestures with his own drink, “-selling honey.”
She smiles brightly. “I'd love to.”
He tilts his head in a motion to follow him and sets off across the market, weaving through the empty spots in the crowds. Despite the heat, he’s not in a hurry. The ice in his lemonade chills it enough that he’s worried about brain freeze if he sucks it down too fast, and now he’s able to actually enjoy the day. As well as the company.
“So you sell honey now?” Lisa asks in between sips of her own drink.
“Yeah, we have a bunch of hives. Although that’s just fun money. I pay the bills with my books.”
Lisa almost misses a step, and she looks up at him with wide eyes. “Your books? Are you saying you’re a writer?”
“Published and everything.” Okay, so he may be bragging a little bit, but he is kinda famous now.
“What do you write?”
“Horror mostly.” He grins down at her. “It’s cathartic to turn all the noise in my head into bloody death and destruction on the pages.”
She pales slightly. “Really?”
“Most of my stories have a happy ending.” Not his first few books. It took finding his his own happy ending - and beyond - to learn how to write them for his characters.
“Huh. Maybe I’ll have to check them out.”
He can tell from her tone that she’s not really interested. It’s a little bit of a bummer, but he knows the horror genre isn’t for everyone. Especially for someone as optimistic as Lisa. So he decides to change the subject. “What about you? What’s been going on in your life and what brings you back to Lawrence?”
She visibly brightens. “I’m moving back here to be closer to my family. Plus I’m opening a yoga studio.”
“Oh yeah? That’s pretty awesome.” The crowds part and he can see the honey stand not too far away. There’s a young couple sorting through the jars, pointing out different flavors to each other as they try to decide which one they want. Dean always suggests the blackberry. It’s his favorite.
“I’m excited for it,” she says. Then her voice turns shy. “I also… have a son.”
That grabs Dean’s attention, and he turns his head so he can focus on her again. “Wow, really? Tell me about him.”
“His name is Ben, and he’s thirteen.” Lisa goes on to tell him about how Ben is a little flirt with the girls, and loves classic rock. She laughs and points out how it’s funny that her son is turning out so much like the bad boy type that she’s always been into. “His dad’s not around,” she says with a shrug and a grin, “So apparently I’m the bad influence.”
Dean scoffs. “Sounds to me like you’re the best influence.”
She laughs. “Thanks, I guess.”
They’re stopped just outside the stand now, and the couple picking through the honey has made their decision and are walking away with their purchase. Dean leads Lisa into the empty space they leave behind. He meets curious blue eyes over the table still half full of honey jars. Ten years, and those eyes still make his pulse race as if he’s looking at his crush instead of his spouse. “Hey, babe, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
With a nod, Castiel stashes the money he just made in the cash box and gently closes the lid. As if it’s a delicate piece of crystal and not a clunky metal box. Dean’s eyes follow the movements of his long, delicate fingers before turning to Lisa to gauge her reaction to his husband.
She looks slightly confused, her smile not quite as full as it was before, and he bites his bottom lip to suppress a grin. It used to be hard to come out to people. But now, he enjoys the shock factor. It’s almost as good as hearing fans talk about how scared shitless they are when they read his books. And Lisa hadn’t been a part of his life for several years by the time he came to terms with his bisexuality, so she had no clue about the secret he’d been keeping from the world when they were in high school.
Castiel comes around the table and stands next to Dean. He accepts the raspberry lemonade Dean hands him with a grateful smile, and then turns his attention to Lisa. “Hello.”
“Lisa, this is my husband Castiel.” Dean snakes an arm around Castiel’s waist and pulls him close. The back of his shirt is even more damp than Dean’s despite the fact that he’s stayed in the shade the whole time they’ve been at the Market. “Cas, this is Lisa. We were a thing way back in highschool.”
Lisa looks back and forth between them for a moment, disbelief clear in her eyes. But it fades quickly when she realizes Dean is serious. “Hello, Cas. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s good to meet you as well,” Castiel says, all formality, because heaven forbid he shed his private schooled, silver-spoon-in-the-mouth, upbringing. Not that Dean minds. He thinks it’s sexy. “Dean has talked about you, and I’m happy to put a face with the name.”
“Oh no!” Lisa laughs. “That doesn’t sound good.”
Castiel’s smile is gentle, but his eyes shine with good humor. “I’ve only heard good things, I promise.”
Lisa laughs again and expresses her disbelief, but Castiel is insistent. Eventually their conversation turns to the honey sold at the stand, and Dean stands back and watches them interact while sipping his lemonade.
It’s odd, seeing his past and his present standing side by side, talking about the pollination habits of bees. Lisa had been his everything when they were kids. Eighteen had seemed so grown up at the time, but looking back on it now from the comfort of his mid-thirties, he can only shake his head at how young they’d truly been. It’s no wonder their relationship hadn’t worked out. Despite wanting the apple pie dream of a marriage, kids, and little house with the white picket fence, Dean had the heart of a wanderer and hesitated to promise to plant roots. Not to mention the fact that he still had a lot of growing up to do, although he hadn’t realized it at the time. Lisa was ready to settle down, and kept turning Dean down when he asked her to hop in the car and go adventuring with him. When they both realized that things between them weren’t going to go past a promise ring, they’d drifted apart.
Dean had prayed every night for a long time that she’d change her mind. But when he came back to Lawrence after a year on the road, he’d learned that she’d moved away. With no way to find her he’d finally given up hope that they’d get back together and give life together a go. And he’d gone back out on the road, looking for the happiness he longed for.
Eight years, thousands more miles on the Impala, and a couple published books later, Dean met Castiel. He’d been out trolling for a one night stand, but he’d been hooked by Castiel’s dark messy hair, passionate blue eyes instead. And he discovered a man to love under the thick layer of sexy. One night turned into two, which turned into a week, and somehow it spread into the last ten years. And hopefully their whole lives to come.
They had the marriage part of Dean’s childhood dreams, but instead of a house in a nice neighborhood they had a little farmhouse with a small orchard on the edge of town Dean had grown up in. They weren’t sure yet if they wanted to expand their family past their siblings and nieces and nephews, but it wasn’t off the table yet. In the meantime Dean had his books, Castiel had his bees, and most of all, they had each other. Maybe it wasn’t “apple pie”, but since pecan is his favorite anyway, it worked out perfectly.
At eighteen he hadn’t known this kind of happiness could exist.
He wonders if he could have found it with Lisa. Perhaps. He’d definitely loved her. But with almost two decades between their time together and now, he certainly can’t imagine what his life would have been like if he’d gotten what he’d prayed for back then. He doesn’t even want to try.
“Well, I’d better get out of here,” Lisa says. “It’s almost time for me to pick Ben up from baseball practice.”
Dean shakes away his thoughts, and focuses on her. “You should bring him around some time. I’d love to meet him.”
“I’d like that.” And she looks like she genuinely means it. Which is great. Dean would love to rekindle their friendship.
Castiel and Lisa exchange goodbyes, and then Castiel leans into Dean’s side while they both watch her disappear into the crowd.
“She seems very nice,” Castiel murmurs.
“Yeah, she’s cool.”
He feels Castiel’s eyes on the side of his face. “Just cool? Wasn’t she the girl you prayed to God you’d get to keep forever?”
Dean chuckles and turns to meet Castiel’s eyes. His husband’s lips are just barely turned up at the corner, a sure tell that he’s teasing. “I can’t believe you remember that. We were both wasted when I told you about her.”
“You were wasted,” Castiel counters. “My tolerance for alcohol is higher than yours.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t brag.” Dean leans in and presses a kiss to Castiel’s lips.
When they pull apart, Dean sighs. He’s not sure it’s possible for him to ever get tired of Castiel’s kisses.
“I’m pretty thankfully actually,” Dean murmurs. He traces shapes against Castiel’s chest through the soft fabric of his t-shirt. His finger brushes over the little golden cross hidden under the shirt’s collar. Castiel has rarely taken it off since Dean gave it to him on their five year anniversary. Dean’s firmly settled into being an atheist, but Castiel still has his faith, yet it’s not something that’s ever come between them. “For not getting an answer to that prayer.”
“Hmm... yes, I’m rather grateful to Him for that myself.” Castiel pecks him on the lips again, and then pulls away. His fingers curl in the hem of Dean’s shirt, and he pulls him around the table and back under the shade of their booth.
They don’t have more than a minute to sip at their drinks together before another customer comes up to the stand. Castiel sets his lemonade aside so that he can assist them, and Dean watches him fondly.
His relationship with God had always been tenuous, even before he decided he didn’t believe at all. But right then and there, he sends up a prayer of thanks for all the good things in his life. You know, just in case someone is listening. He may not have gotten what he asked for, not exactly. But he wouldn’t trade what he has now for anything else in the world.
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Script: Elysia, Home of the Seraphim
Part 2 - Elysia, Home of the Seraphim
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S = Sorey
M = Mikleo
A = Alisha
Z = Zenrus
(Arrival at Elysia)
M: I'll go report this to Gramps.
S: Guess we can't keep quiet about all this.
M: Coming by afterwards?
S: Yeah.
Hey everyone, got someone to introduce to you!
(All seraphims of the town are gathering, but A can't see them)
S: This is my family living here at the shrine.
A: Is this... Uh... Some kind of perfomance piece?
S: uh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it.
A: You're an odd duck, you know that?
S: I guess?
That's my house. You go ahead and rest. I've got something to take care of.
A: May I have a look around the village?
S: Well, sure. But don't cause trouble!
A: Of course not. I'll behave as if I were in a shrine to the seraphim.
S: Yeah, exactly!
A: I'll try not to make any waves.
S: Oh man. I sure hope Mikleo's chat with Gramps went over well.
(S enters Z's house)
M: And I'll let you hear the rest from Sorey himself.
Z: I reckon I'll have to.
You idiots!
S: Hi Gramps... I'm back.
Z: How could you bring a human into our domain?!
M: Easy, Gramps. Didn't you say you'd listen to Sorey's side of the story too?
Z: That's just what I'm about to do!
You know full well the rules, Sorey. How could you break them like this?
S: I'm sorry Gramps. But I couldn't just leave her there.
Z: Her kind is sure to bring nothing but trouble to our domain!
S: But I'm „her kind“ too, you know.
Z: You were raised aloung with our kind, which nurtured in you the ability to perceive us and converse with us. Normal humans have no such capacity. You should understand that more than anyone else!
S: Well, it is true. She doesn't appear to have any resonance.
M: But Gramps, this is the first time Sorey's ever met a fellow human.
Z: Perhaps. But if she can't see or hear the same things we do, she has no business in this realm.
S & M: …
Z: I have raised both of you as my own since you were but babes, all the while doing my best to protect this land.
S: And for that I am grateful.
Z: And I did that because the time draws near when you will both serve to protect this shrine, just as all the oterhs have done. Our priority is the peace of Elysia. Any intruders, no matter how harmless, must be cast out.
S: Yes...
Z: Then it's time she left.
S: Can we at least give her time to prepare for her depature?
Z: Hmph... Just make it quick.
S: Thank you.
M: Gramps?
Z: I know, I know Mikleo.
He means well, in all things.
But that's the very reason I'm so worried for him.
(S enters his house)
M: Hey.
(M gives S the glove of the Shepherd)
M: Here's that thing I found in the ruins.
S: Oh?
Is this crest what I think it is?
M: Yup. This is the mark of the Shepherd.
S: I knew it!
The chosen one who communicates with the seraphim, controlling their incredible powers as if they were his own...
The „Shepherd“. Hah hah!
M: Sound like your kinda thing?
S: Maybe.
M: I always thought that mankind's savior would actually look a bit more imposing.
S: Be silent, seraph-beast!
M: I shall not.
S: Hmm.
M: Excavated relics aren't play-toys.
S: True.
M: She certainly is taking her time.
S: I'll see what's up.
(S goes outside and meets A)
A: Hmmm...
S: Enjoy yourself?
A: I sure did. But it's weird, I felt like I was being watched the whole time.
(stomach growling)
A: Ah...
S: Shall we eat?
A: I'm sorry. I feel like I'm going to faint!
S: Let's head to my place!
(On the way to the house)
Gosh, I hope we didn't worry him.
A: Hm?
S: Oh, uh... nothing.
Welcome in.
(Both are eating, A seems absentminding)
S: Hey.
A: Hm?
S: So then, what's your hometown like?
A: Well, I'm from the capital, Ladylake, in the Kingdom of Hyland.
S: Ladylake? Like in the legend of the Sacred Blade?
A: You've heard of it?
S: It was in the Celestial Record!
The legend says the Lady of the Lake guards the Sacred Blade, and the one who draws it becomes the Shepherd, right?
A: Yes. It was a lively and bustling town blessed with bountiful water, rich in festivals and fine drink.
S: Wait... „was“?
A: Well, it used to be.
S: Things must be hard for folks in the world below.
A: Below?
S: The land that lies beneath the mountaintops. I've never left home before.
A: You've always lived here by yourself?
Sounds to me like you're the one who's had it rough.
S: Heh heh.
Oh, let me help you get ready for your return trip tomorrow!
You need anything? Bread, rations? Stuff like that?
A: That'd be great! If you have any tools or a sleeping bag, it'd be great too.
S: Gotcha. Well then, first we'll need to do some hunting! I'll be your guide tomorrow.
A: Thank you so much for everything.
(next day, outside of the house)
M: Good morning.
S: Good mornin'.
Seraph: Come on, hurry it up, Mikleo! We ain't got time to mess around!
M: Yeah, I'll leave in a moment.
Gramps gave me all kind of things to take care of. I'm gonna be pretty swamped for a while.
S: Bummer. Well, don't you worry about me at least.
M: Sorey, Gramps only wants--
S: Yeah, I know.
Seraphim: Mikleo!
M: Maybe later.
S: Sure.
(To A) Good morning! You sleep okay?
A: Yeah, like a log! Been ages since I've done that.
S: Allright then. Shall we?
The prickleboars lurk to the left of the entry gate. It's an ideal hunting place.
A: Got it.
→ Skit/ Discovery Point: Elysalark Fledglings
S: Oh hey! There's no baby elysalarks in the nest anymore. I remember when one of 'em fell from the nest, I was gonna keep it and raise it, but Gramps wouldn't let me.
„A kept bird will never learn to fly“, he said. „Put it back.“
Guess you made it out of the nest on your own, huh?
→ Skit/ Discovery Point: The Elysian Goat
A: Such robust horns... Just like the dragons of legend.
S: Hahaha! What, like in fairy tales? You're something else.
A: Don't go near it! There's no telling how dangerous untamed beasts like those are.
S: Aw, don't worry, we're friends! Uh, well mostly. They did kick me four or five times when I was little.
A: You're... „friends“?
S: Yup! Sometimes they give me milk, and I make cheese and yogurt with everyone.
A: The mark of true friendship.
S: Yeah, it's the best!
(Seeing a monster)
S: There's a prickleboar.
A: So that's one, huh.
S: Their meat is easy to preserve when smoked, and super tasty! And the skin has all kind of uses too.
A: I almost feel sorry for it.
S: Wanna leave?
A: No. My spirit is prepared. Besides, I can't get this sort of experience back home!
S: Okay. Here we go!
S: hey, pretty smooth moves!
A: Thank you. You're rather capable yourself.
S: Okay! Guess we need a few more.
A: I don't see any around.
S: You'll find them if you look.
S: Hey, how far is it to Ladylake?
A: Let's see. I expect about to or three days.
S: Really? I had no idea it was so close!
A: But the forest at the base of the mountain is surprisingly easy to get lost in.
S: Must be the power of Gramps domain.
→ Skit: Battling the Prickleboars
A: Sorey, your sword technique is... eclectic.
Which school are you from?
S: Which school?
A: Yes. Isn't there a name signifying the style? Your swordmaster's name, perhaps.
S: Hmmmm.... I guess mine would have to be the „prickleboar school“!
A: Prickleboar school?
S: For me, it was food. For prickleboars, it was survival. Everyday, me and them, a neverending life-or-deat struggle.
A: You really are a child of nature, aren't you.
S: But it was those days that taught me how to fight.
There's no better teacher—no more exacting taskmaster—than the humble prickleboar!
A: Thus, prickleboar school.
S: You got it!
But I guess I should say „tuskmaster“.
A: Heh.
(Inside the house)
A: Sorey?
S: Oh, did I wake you? Sorry 'bout that.
A: You're sure into that book, aren't you.
S: I've read it countless times since my childhood.
A: One day, I want to explore ruins all over the world.
Everyone who's read the Celestial Record says that, and I'm no exception.
But sadly, now is not the time for some jaunt around the world.
For several years now, the world has been plunged into a nigh-incomprehensible state of chaos.
S: Chaos?
A: Mysterious illnesses, incessant storms, people bursting into flames...
There are those that say even the dead have begun to walk the earth again.
S: Woah, hang on. What are you talking about?
A: You don't believe me? Or you think this is a joke?
S: No, I...
A: The situation is beyond grave.
S: Huh?
A: The chaos has caused abnormal climate changes all over the world.
As a result, we are on the verge of endureing widespread crop death, famine, and starvation.And worst of all are the rumors of governments planning to replenish their dwindling resources through war. It mustn't come to that.
S: Can nothing be done?
A: Who knows. There's nothing to hang onto but legends.
S: Which is why you---
Nevermind. I won't ask.
I think I'm gonna just hit the hay here myself. Sleep well.
(next day)
A: Good morning.
S: Good morning! You ready to get to work? We gotta make those rations and bags from the prickleboars we hunted yesterday.
A: You got it.
S: Heh heh. Afraid it isn't exactly super fun, though!
A: Well, let me know when you're ready to start.
So, what do you need me to do?
(all things are sewn)
A: Sorry for putting you to work like this.
S: Oh, I'm pretty used to it.
A: With your help, I'll be able to leave tomorrow. Thanks so much.
S: Yeah? Great. Well, better rest up for tomorrow.
I ought to let Gramps know.
(S outside, alone)
S: Wish I'd asked her more about the world below.
(S in Z's house)
S: Hey, Gramps. She says she's leaving tomorrow.
Z: I see. We'll all be sure to see her off. After all, one must always be hospitable to one's guests.
S: Thanks!
(next day, entry of Elysia)
A: I really owe you. Thank you so much.
S: You gonna be okay by yourself?
A: I cannot cause more trouble for you than I already have.
S: I see.
(A sighs)
S: You'll be fine. Just follow that map and you'll get through the forest with no problems.
A: Oh, it's not that. I believe you.
Alisha.
S: Huh?
A: That's my name. Alisha Diphda.
S: Alisha?
A: You didn't even know who I was, and you helped me without asking anything in return.
Whereas I thought only of myself, leaving you without even a name by which to call me... As a knight, I am ashamed. Please find it in your heart to forgive me.
S: I-it's okay.
A: I must confess something to you.
S: Hm?
A: I know this sounds strange, but I believe that the seraphim really do exist.
The myths and legends that are preserved in the Celestial Record must be more than mere fairy tales.
S: Yeah.
A: This crisis that has befallen our world...
I believe that only the one spoken of in the ancient legends can truly restore order.
S: The Shepherd you mean.
A: You're not going to ridicule me? Everyone back in town does.
S: Of course not.
A: You're a real saint, you know that?
The Sacred Blad Festival is soon to commence in Ladylake.
A trial will be held based on the legend of the Shepherd's sword.
A trial I think you might be interested in.
S: Me?
A: Time to go.
But please, give it some serious thought when you have the time.
S: How come?
A: The Shepherd I see in my mind when I read the legends...
I have to say, he reminds me a lot of you.
S: …
(M gives S a dagger)
S: What's this?
M: Gramps asked me to go out search the ruins and find some clues about that girl. I've been down there looking.
S: So wait, this is Alisha's?
M: This is the crest of Hyland.
I don't think this „Alisha“ is any ordinary knight.
Z: I know this is diffucult for you, but it really is for the best.
M: Gramps?
Z: Hmm... Someone has infiltrated my domain.
Blast and damnation! Hiding your presence, are you? Crafty bugger!
Everyone, be warned! There is an intruder in our realm! Find them!
They've concealed their presence, so chance are good it's a hellion! Search with extreme caution!
S: We'll go, too.
Z: Very well. If it is a hellion, quick measures must be taken. I'm counting on you.
Seraphim: I have a hunch we'll find it around the forest.
S: Good idea.
(In the ruins)
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
(Lunarre (L) eats Mason (Seraphim))
S: Mason?!
L: How odd. I didn't expect to find anything but the main course here...
But now there's two more side dishes!
M: What on earth is this thing? Is this the hellion?
This is not the place for one such as you! Leave at once!
L: Hee hee hee heee!
Impudent brat.
I can smell the fear wafting off of you. Thos tender arms, trying to conceal their shivers...
(L steckt S in Brand, M löscht) (L sets S on fire, M extinguishes)
S: Urgh!
M: Sorey!
L: Mmm, aren't you a succulent treat.
M: What?!
L: Did I stutter?
I'm saying I'm going to eat you!
S: As if! I can take you! Prepare to meet your doom, hellion!
(after the fight)
M: All talk, aren't you.
S: Still haven't had enough yet?
M: Begone!
(L eats Mason completely)
S: Ah!
M: Mason!
S: He... He ate Mason!
M: Is... Is this what hellions are capable of?
(Z and all other seraphim of the town appear)
Z: Away with you, evil being!
Seraphim: Or you wanna take us all on at once?
L: Hmph. I shouldn't be snacking anyway. Not when the main course is getting away.
(L is gone)
S: Mason...
(Everyone is shocked)
Z: We can handle the rest.
M: Gramps. That fox-looking thing... Was that really a hellion?
They can talk to us?
Z: Yes. That's the form of a human who has become a hellion. Corrupted, essentially.
S: Humans can become hellions?
Z: Now, it's time you went back home and rest.
M: We should. C'mon... Let's head back.
S: Right.
(S and M are out of hearing distance)
Z: So... It begins anew.
(House of S)
S: … What on earth did it come here to do?
(Backflash)
L: How odd. I didn't expect to find anything but the main course here...
Not when the main course is getting away.
S: Wait a minute. Was it going after... her?
(Backflash end, S packs his things and wants to leave Elysia)
S: They'll probably freak out with me gone suddenly...
Sorry, everyone!
(S looks back)
Okay.
M: Oh?
S: Woah, Mikleo! Why are you here?
M: Thought I'd let you duck out of here?
S: Well...
M: I'm going too.
S: Seriously?
M: We can talk more while we travel. We don't have time.
But from what the fox man said, it's fair to assume that he's after Alisha.
S: You picked up on that too, huh?
M: Of course. Now, let's hurry.
S: Hey.
M: What? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?
S: I'm just really happy you came with me!
M: I couldn't let you navigate the world of humans alone. Not as guileless as you are.
S: I bet Gramps is mad though.
M: He was ready for it, in a way. He knew you'd leave someday.
S: Hey, I'm just stepping out for a bit, I'll see him again.
M: Gramps has always known.
That once you left, you'd live the rest of your days with humans.
(M gives S the pipe from Z)
S: Is this from Gramps?
M: We'll need money to get by in human society. He said to sell that if we're ever in a bind.
And there's a message for you as well.
„Walk the path you believe in and live your life to the fullest, and I know you will not go astray.“
That's what he said.
(S hugs the pipe)
S: Let's go!
(M and S see the outside world for the first time)
M: Incredible!
By themselves, people are such frail things. That is why, in times of calamity, they pray for a Shepherd to save them.
S: Woah! This is really it! This is our world!
The era later known as the „Age of Chaos“ gave birth to a new Shepherd. This... Is his story.
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Summary: Gang!au Min Twins befriend a young and naive Jungkook, who is in for a shock when he plucks up the courage to talk to them.
Length: 1,835
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: SugaKookie
Warnings: Slight murder mention / read at own risk
Anything happy?: It ain’t sad, I promise
“So, what’s your guy’s story?” Jungkook asked, taking a leap of faith, looking at the two siblings who were always together, sitting just a row behind him in the back of the classroom. They were dubbed the Min Twins within the school, since they were named Min Yoongi and Min Yoonji and were, obviously, twins. Jungkook had always been intrigued by them, mostly by the brother. His attitude, his appearance… it always enticed Jungkook, though he couldn’t tell why.
“Excuse me?” The sister, Yoonji, responded, looking directly at him with discontent, “What does that mean?” She folded her arms, “Who are you, to think you can talk to us, yeah?” She was almost shouting now.
“Sorry, sorry,” Jungkook said, raising his hand in defeat, turning back to face front. He felt a hand tap on his back, so he turned around again.
“I didn’t say I was done talking to you,” Yoonji glared at him. But you just… But Jungkook let that go, raising his eyebrows at her. So she continued, “You’re the first one in here to talk to us, you’ve got some balls.” She eyed him up and down, which made Jungkook’s ears heat up, “Yeah, we’ve got a story, but why should we tell a kid like you? Give us a good reason.”
Jungkook glanced to Yoongi, the brother, who was quiet yet he somehow looked like he was calculating. He was always thinking, Jungkook noted. Maybe that’s why he was so enthralled? Jungkook turned his gaze back to the sister, “Because I want to know. You said nobody else has talked to you, right? So shouldn’t I be rewarded for ‘having some balls’ as you so put it?” Jungkook smirked.
Yoonji smiled sweetly, learning in closer to Jungkook, as if she was going to say something nice, “Why should I reward some little punk ass—”
“Just tell him. He obviously wants to know,” Yoongi spoke up. Both Yoonji and Jungkook looked at him in shock. He rarely, if ever, spoke to anyone aside from simple greetings or asking about homework. “We should feed him something. He’ll stop gawking at me after that.” Yoongi was looking directly at Jungkook when he said that. So he noticed Jungkook always staring at him… of course he would, why wouldn’t someone like him take notice? Jungkook felt his face erupt in embarrassment.
Yoonji tsk’d, “Okay, if you say so,” She turned back to face Jungkook, “Our story, huh?” She leaned back in her seat, folding her arms over her chest and gazing at Jungkook while thinking. A smirk began to spread across her face, and she snickered, “I’ve killed a man. So has he,” She gestured to her brother next to her, her smirk still on her face, and she laughed when she say Jungkook’s face turn from shock to slight horror.
Jungkook looked between the two, Yoongi’s face betraying nothing while Yoonji’s face was still in that smirk. Were they serious? Despite that and what Yoongi said, Jungkook felt ever-the-more intrigued by the duo. What did that mean? They’ve killed a man before?
Jungkook was about to ask more questions, but Yoongi spoke first, “Ah, I guessed wrong. He doesn’t seem satisfied nor like he’s going to leave us alone. What a bummer.” Yoongi almost looked like he was smiling to Jungkook, and his voice definitely didn’t seem disappointed this turn of events. Did he plan it like that?
Yoonji was frowning at her brother, “You dick…” She looked back to Jungkook, her eyes narrowing. It was silent for a while, and Jungkook began to feel nervous. Yoonji smiled slightly, “You’re kinda cute… What’s your name?”
“I’ve been sitting in front of you for the entire year, and you don’t even know my name,” Jungkook said under his breath, but before either of them could retort, he spoke, “My name is Jeon Jungkook.”
Yoonji smiled fully, “That’s right, that was your name,” She stuck her hand out towards him, “Min Yoonji.” Jungkook stared at her hand before gently taking it and shaking it, “That’s Yoongi, my brother.” Jungkook’s eyes met with Yoongi’s, who was still looking like he’s calculating, but also he looked interested in what’s transpired. What exactly was he thinking? Jungkook looked back to Yoonji, who was still smiling at him. He could feel his face grow warm under her gaze.
“We’ll talk to you more after school,” Yoongi said, nodding to the front of the class as the teacher entered the room.
“Okay…” Jungkook replied. What had he just gotten himself into?
The school day ended smoothly, and Jungkook was half expecting that the Min twins would forget about him and go home, but as he exited the school, the two approached him, Yoonji smiling at Jungkook. He felt awkward, seeing her being so different from how she immediately regarded him. He looked at Yoongi, who smirking at what was probably Jungkook’s amusingly surprised face.
“Jungkook!” Yoonji called, almost skipping up to him, “Want to come hang out with us?”
“Is—Is that okay?” Jungkook asked. He was so completely shocked that the two were being so nice to him, especially after saying ‘we’ve killed men before’ from them. Were they actually lonely people? Everyone in the class would disregard them when making plans, because the two were always so close together and talked to nobody… and because Yoonji intimidated all of them.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Yoonji said, looking to Yoongi, “Right?”
Yoongi shrugged, “We have no obligations for today, so sure.”
“Awesome!” Yoonji smiled, putting her arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, “Where would you like to go? It’ll be my treat.”
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asked, uncomfortable at the contact. He again looked to Yoongi, who shrugged, so he looked back to Yoonji. It seemed that the sister was the head of things and Yoongi just suggested things to her to get what he wanted.
“Yeah, of course. Why not?” Yoonji began walking, dragging Jungkook with her, “So where do you wanna go?” As they walked Jungkook noticed that she smelled nice, like flowers…
“I—I have no place in particular I’d like to go,” Jungkook mumbled, since he originally planned to go home and play video games; he didn’t believe they would actually talk to him after school.
“Do you like arcades?” Yoonji suggested. Jungkook nodded, “Sweet, we can go to the nice one today.”
“Nice one?” Jungkook looked between the twins, Yoongi shaking his head and Yoonji smirking devilishly.
What in the world had he gotten himself into?
They arrived at one of the nicest arcades that Jungkook had ever seen. He must have had a dumb look on his face, because Yoonji giggled.
“It’s nice, right?” She asked.
Jungkook nodded. Even though they hadn’t stepped foot inside, the exterior was pristine and polished, and very modern looking. “How much will it cost?” He asked, starting to take out his wallet.
Yoonji snatched it out of his hands, “No, no. No need for that. I told you, it’s my treat. We get everything here for free, anyways,” Yoonji dragged Jungkook through the front doors. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, he saw just how nice the place truly was.
There were typical arcade like gaming systems, complete with a room labeled LASER TAG and what he could only assume was an entire other floor full of games. There was also a door on a wall that was labeled KARAOKE and what seemed to be an adjoining building. Probably a bar, Jungkook guessed. Jungkook also noted the few people walking around and the several other high schoolers as well, despite it being the middle of the week.
As Jungkook was staring around in awe, a man dressed in a black suit approached the trio, “Long time, you two,” He addressed the twins directly, taking their bags and jackets, “Is this a friend?” He asked, looking at Jungkook with surprise.
“He is!” Yoonji chirped, beaming at the man, “We made friends with him today, and wanted to show him this place. Please treat him as if he were us.”
“Of course,” The man smiled back, moving to take Jungkook’s bag and jacket as well, “Please, enjoy your time here.” The man bowed slightly and retreated to a back room with their things.
“That was Bang,” Yoongi clarified, “He takes care of this part of—” Yoongi stopped midsentence, scratching the back of his head, “Well, anyways…” Odd, Jungkook noted. What was he going to say before he stopped himself?
“What do you want to play? There’s a lot to do in here,” Yoonji changed the topic. The two began walking around, so Jungkook followed behind them, “There’s even a small restaurant, if you’re hungry. Don’t worry about paying, either, you’ll get everything for free since you’re with us.”
“Why?” Jungkook asked the question that was gnawing at him since arriving, “Why did that guy meet you? Why is it free?”
Yoonji frowned, “Telling you why would put you in danger.”
“He’s already in danger by associating with us, Yoonji,” Yoongi stated.
“Yeah? And is that my fault?” Yoonji was shouting at her brother, “No, because if it was a problem, you would’ve stopped this! But you didn’t, yeah?”
Yoongi groaned in what Jungkook could only assume was exasperation, “Yeah, yeah. You’re right, just stop yelling. Why do you have to be so damn loud?” Yoongi rolled his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Just ignore her and anything about danger. You’ll be safe.”
“Why do I even need to feel safe in the first place? What does any of that mean?” Jungkook looked at Yoonji, somewhat desperate for an answer. Was he in danger by talking to them? Was that why they always stayed away from their classmates? Who were these two?
Yoonji fidgeted, looking at the ground before finally speaking up, “We—We can’t really talk out here about any of that.” Her voice sounded so small, so timid to Jungkook, as if she was actually scared of some unforeseen thing. It made Jungkook feel bad about pressuring her for an answer, but if his safety was on the line, he had a right to know what was going on with those two.
Yoongi reached out and rubbed his sister’s arm reassuringly, addressing only her, “There’s the room back there that only we can get into, we can talk there, okay?” Yoonji nodded, walking off slowly towards the back of the arcade without the other two. “Don’t be a prick to her, okay?” Yoongi turned on Jungkook, suddenly full of hostility.
“I—I wasn’t planning on it,” Jungkook said, confused.
“She likes you,” He sighed, walking towards the direction that Yoonji walked, Jungkook following behind him, “I don’t want her to get hurt, okay? So don’t be a prick to her, no matter what.”
Why would I be mean to her? Jungkook asked himself, confused by Yoongi’s meaning. What did he mean that Yoonji liked him? Why were they dangerous? What was going on?
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Hello! I see you're taking questions, so I thought I'd just pop in with some basic bitch 'get-to-know-you' questions, if that's okay! If you wanna answer, I'd love to know: What's your favorite color(s)? Favorite season? Favorite type of geck and what makes them the best? c: Any hobbies besides writing? Do you collect anything? Favorite food? Favorite music/ bands? (I think I saw somewhere once that you like N.I.N, which is pretty cool) ( Thanks! That's all I can fit for now!)
Hi there! I’m always taking questions, since I don’t get very many to begin with, so I’m totally okay with basic bitch questions. XD
Gonna put them behind a cut!
Favorite colors?
Hmm…I’m weird in that I have a lot, but they all have their reasons I suppose. I never really put stock in a “favorite color” for myself, because there are a lot of situations where certain colors stand out from others.
I like red because it’s a very strong, attractive color. It draws the eye and catches one’s attention better, and to be honest…I like catching people’s eye. I’ve slowly started getting a few pieces of red clothing primarily because of that, and also I think it looks good with blond hair.
I like blue and its many shades and hues because of its calming nature. I’m honestly drawn to aqua and cyan quite a bit. There’s nothing really much to this one other than I just…like it.
Purple, especially dark purple, is a regal color that I’ve really come to enjoy, but again, I’d prefer it to be dark. My school colors were purple and gold, which looked alright, but the purple was a brighter shade, and I…eh…I’d rather forget high school I suppose. It wasn’t bad, just kinda…blegh.
And of course when it comes to characters in games and the like, I try to match what would fit them if possible. I like my paladins to wear white and gold, I like healers to wear blue or green, rogues in black or other dark colors, etc.
To be honest, it’s easier to pick colors I don’t like. I’m not too fond of orange, since at its brightest I find it annoying and when it’s dark it looks…shitty. I’m torn on the color brown. It can often look great on characters with other accents, but sometimes people choose like..the ugliest shades of brown and it can really ruin a character for me. :P
I’m okay with gray. It serves its purposes in the right places…like giving me a cool last name. (My mother’s maiden name is Gray, and if I ever become an author, I’d use that last name as part of my pen name.)
Favorite type of gecko?
Hah, haven’t really put thought into this one. I find them all cute! Although I like green geckos myself, although that’s a bit of a stereotypical answer. XD
Any hobbies besides writing?
Hmm…it’s mostly just video games. I’ve mentioned before though that it’s not just the playing of those games I’m into. I also really enjoy learning about the industry, the ins and outs of how things work. How developers work in their environment, what publishers do exactly, and that kind of thing. I actually like to keep myself up to date on game culture and news.
I do like reading up on melee weaponry from around the world. It usually stops short of say, siege weaponry and the like, but I love learning about swords, spears, axes, and weapons of a more exotic nature. I’m also still a fan of reading up on science, although my college days are long past and I’ve lost the mathematical part of it, I can still grasp the concepts of the more advanced stuff. Astrophysics is a big favorite.
I guess I’m not much of a hobbyist. Outside of writing, I just like to kick back and relax with my time off. Watch youtube vids, play games, just take a load off. The benefit to this is that when a new hobby presents itself, I can acclimate and adapt to it if I find it something worthwhile to pursue, y’know? I’m pretty easy going and can stay entertained with just a conversation for the most part when I’m with other people.
Do you collect anything?
Other than swords and the like? :P
Although I suppose the answer is no, I don’t really collect anything for the sake of collecting. Every now and then at work I’ll find a strange quarter or currency from another country that I’ll slip into my pocket, but that’s pretty much it. You’d be amazed at how many people think silver dollars are just quarters! XD
But even then, if it’s an odd coin I’ll collect it. A penny that, through a chemical reaction has turned gold? Yeah I’ll snag it. Another penny that’s straight up silver? Yep, got one of those. I even have a coin from the United Arab Emirates around here somewhere. Can’t find it right now though. Bummer.
I also like getting videogame-related trinkets every now and then. I have a Bowser amiibo, Sans and Papyrus figures, Yoshi and Bowser Mario Kart from my work’s happy meals. I don’t really collect them though for two reasons: Money, and space. I used to collect Magic: The Gathering cards as a kid. Used to. Boy was that an expensive habit.
Favorite Food?
If I had to pick, I’d have to go with a well-prepared steak. If prepared well enough, steak sauce isn’t even needed. I’ve had some like that before. Just…perfect flavor from start to finish.
I also like Mongolian BBQ, or a nice rotisserie chicken dinner.
Favorite Music / Bands?
So, for music in general, I’m always drawn to a good melody over anything else. Something that sounds good to the ear that can elicit a good emotional response. It really triggers my writing brain and helps me come up with scenes to match to the music at times.
As for bands, yep! I’m a big Nine Inch Nails fan, from The Fragile onward. Never got into The Downward Spiral, but it has a few tracks I do like. Trent Reznor’s just so good at evoking emotions with his music, especially the darker ones that I like to explore in writing every now and then. Along with this is “How To Destroy Angels,” another band consisting of Reznor his wife Mariqueen Maandig, and Atticus Ross. Their first full-length album was a chilling, amazing look into the possibilities of the Technological Singularity. It’s such a great album.
Another favorite band of mine is Vertical Horizon, and their song, “I’m Still Here,” is probably one of my absolute favorites.
Fear Factory is another big favorite of mine. I do like metal, but I don’t really like the screaming so much…it tends to sound almost lifeless to me at points…no melody to it, or at least, not one that strikes my fancy. Fear Factory’s Burton Bell though has a fantastic voice, both for screaming AND singing.
Fear Factory is also one of the hardest working bands I’ve ever been a fan of. They’ve consistently put out albums every…3 years or so since they started, and haven’t stopped yet. They’re currently working on another one, and I’m hyped for it!
Other bands I like include: Imogen Heap/Frou Frou, Linkin Park (yeah yeah, shut up, he’s got a great voice), Celldweller (I’m weirdly proud of Klayton and his success. I remember when Celldweller started, now he’s producing music for trailers, movies, and games, including even Killer Instinct!), Gravity Kills (chatted with the frontman, Jeff Scheel once for a little bit on twitter. He’s a pretty cool guy!), The Crystal Method, Carpenter Brut, God Lives Underwater (RIP :C), The Birthday Massacre, and Zeromancer.
Of course, I also enjoy Ninja Sex Party, Starbomb, Steel Panther, and Nashville Pussy, for music of a more comedic bent. XD Danny Sexbang’s former band, Skyhill, is also really calming to listen to. His voice is so astoundingly good!
Hope this answered your questions, but I’m always down for more.
Thanks for asking! Take care! :D
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Jinnkies, SCOOBYNATURAL!!! - for this blog you definitely want to go to my actual webpage blog. There are lots of pictures and I put alot of time into formatting it!
http://www.justtrishsmith.com/lilbatblog/march-31st-2018
The intro is about me and my love for Scooby, Superntural, Buffy, and just so you get to know me better then the bottom is spoiler filled, and is my commentary on the Scoobynatural episode!!! leave comments!!
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Guys!!!!! This is seriously the best thing ever created!! We'll maybe that's an exaggeration but I mean its pretty accurate. Its kinda rare I get excited about anything, and typically when I do I some how get let down because my exceptions are too high. BUT 100% just WOWing at Scoobynatural!!
Supernatrual is longstanding my favorite TV show (yes, I like it more then BUFFY.) Well I do now, I was overly obsessed with Buffy in High School. It is kind of embarrassing but also not really, I stand by my obsession! I made a lot of my friends because of it in college I even called our friend group the Scooby-Gang; as from Buffy...
As a kid who didn't love Scooby-Doo, but I mean obviously I did. Been spooky since I was born pretty much haha! My room still has some of my my Scooby items. I typically; blankets, posters, even one of those plastic three drawer things with wheels- its pretty fancy too and the creepy eyes glow in the dark).
And how awesome did I think it was it that Sarah Michelle Gellar (BUFFY) played Daphne in Scooby-Doo live action?! I would get so excited for all the actors in Buffy to be in anything else but for it to combine some of my favorite things, HELL YEAH!
((Matthew Lillard as shaggy was great, love that dude. SLC PUNK & SLC PUNK 2 are some more of my favorite things. If you havent watched SLC PUNK 2, go do so. Its pretty funny, probably my most watched movie on Netflix. I am Trish (from the movie), she is the future me. A kick ass punk/goth woman, with pink hair a floppy hat, and owns a oddity shop!!))
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Because of my excitement and anticipation for months waiting the episode I wanted to share it with someone, even if they didn't love Supernatural too. A big thing on my mind lately is sharing experiences and excitement in things (hobbies, shows, etc) with someone you love.
EVEN IF its not something you or they necessarily like. BUT for the reason of watching the one you love be excited and see how happy they are when they share with you.
(This is actually one of my blog topics, because it keeps coming up or being on my mind, when I want to share but people are so accepting. I do my best especially for those I love to try to like or at least enjoy that they like something) but again I'll write that later.
( THIS IS JUST HOW MY BRAIN WORKS AND IT JUMPS ALL OVER BEFORE I EVEN GET TO MY SUBJECT)
Because I was home I got to watch it with my MOM! Which was probably the best choice because she loves Scooby-Doo too, shes the one who let me watch it and like it. But also because she doesn't judge me on my love for Supernatural and weird things. Even though she may not understand it sometimes or like it she never judges me and just things I'm silly. Sometimes shes in the room when I watch Superntural or any of my shows and I kinda fill her in and then get to laugh out loud because someone else is in the room. I actully dont watch my shows around many people. I am a talker in movies BUT don't talk during my show, unless its little comments. I mean thats all I do in movies too, at least the first time watching is just my commentary (which sometimes is pretty funny or insightful and I should record it). But yeah I don't share my show time with many people and there are few I want to share it with. Because that is my nerdiest self when watching my shows for the first time!!! So, yeah, watching with Mom was a good idea, and I'm super happy I got to be home for the day and that she let me watch it and stayed up till like 1 am watching it with me).
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oh I suppose I should add in for those of you who don't know me well. I went to school for animation, film, and design. So some animations are super exciting and impressive to me, others stress me out, and then some I'm like WTF are you doing I know people who could do this way better.
I also don't do anything with animation. Sadly, I hate drawing and don't like my hand drawn artwork. Its stressful and I don't have the patients for it. Although in college I took the classes because I wanted to learn visual effects not so much the animation. BUT I was the first to graduate from Point Park's animation program. At the time the program was brand new and mostly animation not visual effects. If I could go back part time and take a few classes, I would really love that.. maybe some day but 6 years of college already cost enough. I really want to take the class where they make music videos too but also I just wish to do visual effects and music videos. Which most everyone knows and I just need to get a gig and do it and learn from those around me I already have the foundations and many skills.. the point is some of the things I thought were the funniest were just because of animation jokes and such!!
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This isn't a review and definitely has spoilers.
Its just what some of my thoughts and commentary was. To review or write out everything I'd have to watch again and write down my thoughts because I don't always remember them all. When I'm enjoying something and in the moment, not focused on anything else, I don't remember every detail just how much I liked it or disliked it and just my feelings mostly..
I just have to say the writers and creators of Supernatural and genius and always come up with such awesome ideas. I love the show because of the variety of monsters and not just the same basic thing over and over. Also they stick so close to legions and lore (from the knowledge of I have of these things). I'm so picky on supernatural shows of movies because I like tradition so I like the creativity combined to tradition.
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not writing in paragraphs just ideas as they came
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"MOM, dean just gets attached to objects okay"
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How they ended up in Scooby world was a mystery to me until watching. I knew the episode was coming and wondered how they would end up there but did'nt even really make any guesses. Sooooo (again spoilers here) they get sucked in with a beautiful purple electric portal type thing!
I was like well I should have seen them getting sucked into the TV thing coming but I didn't, so surprised right off. Really my only thought was a cursed lunch box or a spell?.. Also purple electric is awesome, as I obviously always choose purple or green for anything I'm doing!
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the cartoon, exaggerated face slap!
Pretty much my excitement matches Deans but even more so because I get to see his excitement (kinda like I was saying about enjoying loved ones reactions)
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"except Fred hes a Wad..."
"Cas is kind of like our talking dog.."(cracked up and explained to mom that Cas is their angel.. in case she forgot)
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at one point realized that non of the characters have white in their eyes and drove me nuts for a few scenes
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Agreed Fred is kind of a dick.. Don't be mean to Dean, Dude.
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Oh the nostalgia of the castle with the bats!!! My heart! My love for bats probably started here. I CANT EVEN!
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Sam, dude, stop being a grump and enjoy the day and your brothers happiness. You're being a bummer and I want to punch you. I love you too but dude!
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Deans night gown.. Even mom laughed at that part!!
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Jinkies, Jeepers, RutRo, SON OF A BITCH!! all the Scooby gang remained pretty chill for seeing an actual dead guy!
but the wondering of everything in this is just so perfect! how Sam points out its an actual dead dude to everyone saying their typical catch phrase!! just everything about this is so well planned, referenced, brilliant!
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Fred is a dick again... Daphne doesn't agree "not really" ha!
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someone is outside the window. everyone thinks its a bad guy.. I just yell CAS!!! then it ends up being Cas. His entrance as per usual is comedic... also I did not guess it was Cas following them eariler. I didn't make any guesses on that, again. (which is odd, I usually make all the predictions and drive everyone nuts, but I just was so focused!)
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"So, do they always just walk away from dead bodies"
SECOND BODY- as soon as they show it I go "that's bit brutal..." and mom giggled. I'm assuming because of how fast I said it or because usually I complain about there not being enough blood. But HEY, I'm on the same page as Dean still and I'm in Scooby land and like WOAH.. also the Scooby Gang still not shocked at the blood, I guess they really think its fake or they just like.. IDK.
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Damn Velma you being a bit much of a bitch towards Sam. Like yeah your awkward and you think hes cute, but mean is not the way to go. (he's sensitive)
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I'd totally pick Shaggy and Scoobies split up time, not because I'm a chicken but just because who doesn't want to get to spend their time with those two, and go find some snacks!
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THE SCOOBY CHASE SCENE!!!! OMG.. more nostalgia!
probably my favorite part of the episode..
maybe.. might have saw even Scrappy Doo running around!
oh no! Shaggy falls and gets hurt!! Dang Shaggy, I've never seen you get so mad. He just knows he's typically invincible and just like doesn't think a think but he gets just a bit violent there with his reaction.
My thought oh Cas is there hell, heal him..... BUT UMMMM he doesn't... I bring this up about 10 more times over the next few scenes. Just like why, they obviously know things are going on, or hey do it in secret. Don't let poor Shaggy suffer!
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again, oh no!! The Scooby Gangs hearts are broken, they don't know how to react to finding out that the supernatural exist.. freaking out!!!!! but Dean to the rescue, jumps in with a pep talk and gets their butts into gear for the battle!! (then the Scooby Gang gets a bit intensely into fighting monsters. They are a passionate bunch!!)
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Dean lets Fred come up with a plan.... which fails.. But I'll let you watch that without describing it! not too many comments that I made during the scene! JUST BUBBLES!
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go to plan B...
HOLD UP WAIT...
Good plan BUT like when you pull the book to the secret passage.
ummmmm, how does the Ghost fall.. what?! I Just yelled out HES A GHOST!!!!
but I mean okay, a minor critique. and were in cartoon world, so it's all good!
the salt circle does make sense, and it is pretty when the ghost tries to escape and more purple shocks....
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LOVE love love, green and purple combo (mostly is used in spooky or Halloween themed things) but also just my theme. website, just realized thats the color of my nails right now, have a bunch of tattoos that color.. also planning on getting the Superntural tattoo but in a new school way not tribal and in green and purples... talking about it this week actually. decided on that recently but before this episode but only makes me want to get it sooner
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Then they punch you in the heart!!!!!!!!!!! Because the bad guy is actually......
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A KID!! an adorable little sweet kid being manipulated by a bad man!
so so so sad!!! OMG!
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they then decide they need to cover up the realness from the Scooby Gang before they leave back to their world to set the kid free and then FINALLY CAS HEALS SHAGGY... in secret... SO LIKE WHAT TOOK SO LONG?!!! Come on Cas!
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THE END.
well a few more scenes but nothing I have comments on!!!
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SO GO WATCH SCOOBYNATURAL NOW.
Also will there be an episode where they go back or where they Scooby gang comes to the supernatural world and live action…. (if so better be Sarah, Freddy, Matthew, Linda.... oh and Seth Green too because who doesn't want more Seth Green on their TV!)
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Let me know if you like it, let me know if you hate it (I hope you don’t)
Let me know if you want it to be more like other peoples reviews
or if you like how I did this one.... I've never wrote a review on anything, and I don't really read them, or watch them. BUT I don't watch or read much because I want to create my own content and make my own style so it doesn't have too much influence by anyone else. But also I really want to support others, do research and become better!
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DO YOU HAVE A BLOG? DO YOU DO REVIEWS? WHAT DO YOU DO? COMMENT YOUR LINKS AND ALSO SUGGESTIONS TO OTHER PEOPLE DOING SIMILAR THINGS FOR ME TO CHECK OUT. OR EVEN SOMETHING TOTALLY DIFFERENT IF YOU THINK ILL LIKE IT
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THANKS!
PLZ VISIT MY WEBSITE! THE BLOGS LOOK WAY BETTER OVER THERE!!
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Let’s Get Down to Business (’To Defeat the Huns’)—Sunday Chats—1/21/18
It’s time to get back to work! Or, er, writing. All writing and no games makes Alex a dull boy.
Uh...
God, sorry, how do i do this again? Oh yeah. Opinions. And stuff.
Okay.
Deep breaths.
Post Game of the Year
I think the GOTY season is both great and not great. It’s easy to get upset with the “hot takes” and there are a lot of folks that use the opportunity to tell you exactly why your favorite game shouldn’t be game of the year, but then, I don’t see a lot of folks just enjoying their 10 or whatever favorite games of 20-whatever. What I set out to do on our Irrational Passions Podcast Game of the Year Deliberations, Five Days, Four Hosts, Three Mistakes, Two Fights, One Winner, Podcast Spectacular™ was highlight the moments I liked and enjoyed and veer more off of what I disliked. I think there is plenty of room for that discourse, and I’m not saying I am a shill who just loves everything, but there is just so much drowning negativity out there. And hey, I know I’m on Twitter too much, and that fuckin’ place runs rampant with it, that’s my own fault, but I’d rather be a well-thought opinion as to why I like something rather than the guy that hates Wolfenstein, or Nier, or whatever. It’s part of why I love being “The Persona Guy” so much, because people know I love it, and they come to me to talk about how much they love it or don’t with me. I love that.
So anyway, long and short, I think GOTY went really well for IP. We actually had an editorial meeting about all of the content and what we liked/didn’t like/could do better next time, and it was really productive. I’m a big fan of the stuff that happened, especially how we handled guests this year, and I’m curious to see that grow in the future.
If you missed it, the front page of IrrationalPassions.com is going to be highlighting our Game of the Year 2017 content for the next week or so, so go check it out!
What I’ve Been Working On
Since I have been in GOTY I haven’t been doing Sunday Chats or much else, but I am settling back into work, and am maybe expanding my day-job-work over there in my personal life. We’ll see how that goes, and how much time that removes from games for me (hopefully not too much!), but that’s all hypothetical right now.
I am excited to say I am launching a new project next month. It’s a new show and as I’ve been thinking about all my pieces of content, IPP, Alex Talks, Case Study, and now this new show, it’s been a weird concept of what do I want to lean on, what do I want to continue, et cetera. In a perfect world I can do them all together, but I know that’s just not possible. I’m looking at monthly content and what I can do around that, but we’ll see. I want to do everything! I want to make stuff that will get me hired into video games! But I want to make sure I’m doing stuff that I love doing, and at the center of all of that is having deep and meaningful conversations, whether it’s long, thought-out essays conveyed in audio, written, or video form that engage you and I in a conversation, or an actual, recorded conversation.
So that’s what’s up. Without giving anything away, stuff is in the pipeline, and I’m hopeful that people will take notice, and you all, my loyal readers, will dig it.
What’s on Tap
VIDEO GAMES.
I’ve been playing a lot, so I am going to go back and highlight just some gems I want to talk about from the last three weeks.
The Witcher 3
So I rebought Witcher 3 to see all of its glory on my Xbox One X. Boy, that’s a motherfucking video game.
For point of reference, I just got to Novigrad and have been starting the strings of quests there, which is kind of my least favorite part of that game (chasing Dandelion around, specifically) so hopefully I stay with it.
It’s really cool to appreciate this games innovations on another level after seeing stuff like Assassin’s Creed Origins and Breath of the Wild.
I’ve actually been switching between this and Breath of the Wild, and while I still think BotW is the far more interesting world and game that I like spending time in, I was surprised at how comfortable that switch (aha! Puns!) is. The games are very different and both good in their own ways, and really scratch two different itches.
I will say, AC Origins is definitely the game that came closest to The Witcher 3 as far as formatting its side quest content, but it still didn’t get close enough.
Okami HD
I’ve now replayed this game basically to completion. I would have finished it again too, as I’m just before the final boss, if a week after release they hadn’t gone and synced the trophies in the PS4 re-release to the PS3 one, in which I already have the platinum. So I’m no longer earning anything on the PS4 version, which is a bummer.
Still an excellent game. It’s really odd playing a game where you’re actually a four-legged creature just running around doing dog-stuff. It’s cool, and it’s something I haven’t seen a lot of 3D games do, or at least do well.
Stardew Valley - Switch Edition
I put about 78 hours into my Stardew Valley town on PS4, and now, 60+ hours into my Switch town, I’m definitely sick with the small-town-fever.
I really love this game, and it scratches my “I wanna live in a small town” dream-itch in just such a righteous way. I love it.
I didn’t expect to take to it so hard on Switch, but there is something about cuddling up with this game in bed and losing myself to it that is just so intoxicating.
Questions
As always, look for my tweet on Sunday afternoons with the hashtag #SundayChats in it, reply with your question, OR ANSWER, depending on what I’m feeling that day, and be a part of the Sunday Chats shenanigans!
Now I’m more curious about this snake research you were doing...?
Hrm, now this is a great alt-universe theory. I’m going to assume that it’d be in place of Cedric, so it’d be Harry and a Slytherin as the champions, which does throw a lot into question.
I think it would have. In a few ways. One, we have to assume it’d be a 7th year Slytherin, so in short, someone we don’t know. It’d be a great opportunity to characterize someone, who, say, isn’t a dick, like Malfoy, who is kind of our avatar or stand in for Slytherin characters. It’d be great to see that character and Harry develop a not-antagonistic relationship. Like, I think Harry would have still told this person about the Dragons, because that’s still just the kind of person Harry is, and I think we would have seen less shit from the Ravenclaw/Hufflepuffs to Harry because of the assumed distaste for a Slytherin champion. I don’t think it would have effected the fight between Harry and Ron though.
Where it becomes super interesting is, assuming they are a good or normal or upstanding person, do they still tell Harry how to get into the egg? Knowing that Mad-Eye was the one who told Cedric, I say yes, since they themselves didn’t get that information on their own, much like Harry with the Dragons, and I believe strongly in the pay-it-forward mentality.
The other big question is: would they have died? If they don’t, that wildly changes the rest of the books. Harry’s PTSD in the fifth book would be, still severe, but different. What would happen to them? Would they have escaped with Harry? Would that bond make them unbreakable friends? I’d imagine so. Or after a year of tension and not talking, they’d bury the hatchet, and then the repercussions for that are massive, in that I think Harry would lead a bond between all Slytherins and Gryffindors.
Goddamn. This may be too good a question to answer in a simple Sunday Chats, but yeah, in short, I think the repercussions would have been very different.
YES!
Great video game.
I’ll say this, you get essentially experiences for feeding the animals out and about in the world. DO THIS. It’s not too expensive and and will totally be worth it in the long run.
Also, get as MANY demon fangs as you can. AS MANY. You get them from using your slash ability on enemies who are flying into the air after they hit zero hp. They’ll drop a demon fang, which is a type of currency you can use much later in the game, and having a big stockpile will do you a ton of good.
Outside of that, have fun! Talk to everyone! It’s like a Zelda game, so tons of people have problems or off side quests you can initiate by talking to them. You can get the platinum pretty easily in one play through, so if you’re curious about that, hit me up.
Haha, well, how about Kinda Funny Prom? I can see it hit you with the eh vibes too. Though I’m very bummed you won’t be able to make it. I’ll be sending you good vibes from there, okay?
Oh, and I am sending you selfies. Hella selfies.
But yes, I was very, hrm, I guess, unsettled, for lack of a better word. It’s like getting invited to a costume party, where I just want to hang out with my friends. Now there is all this pressure and requirements and this feeling that you’re going to be shown-up. Plus, I don’t really clean up well, so like, I know I’ll feel super self-conscious the whole time, but that’s just me I suppose.
Then again, it’s another thing of well, I know when I’m there, and I’m in it, I’ll have a great time, but that’s a pretty big hump to get over, and I hate that I feel like I’m being forced into it, because, well, I am.
I suppose, if nothing else, I’ll just go for the weekend and then not go to KF Prom itself, but I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see.
Here is another, relevant example though, hearing about how things were being handled in the Harry Potter movies, starting with the third. No Marauders? Oh okay. Cool. Trash. Adios. Again, very much a me thing, but this is such a good question and I can’t think of a great example. I’m sure it’s out there, if I think of it I’ll let you know.
Listen, I love Tom Hanks as much as the next guy. He was in a Carly Rae Jepsen video, he, by all accounts, its a super cool dude, and I wanna hang out with him.
But Tom Hardy is a mountain of a man.
That man looks capable of actual murder. Not to say he would, he also seems like a lovely chap, but in a fist fight?
Nah.
Hardy, all the way.
Lol you’re great Nato, but also SO MUCH BOOTY AND OR TREASURE.
I talked about it a bit earlier, but I think the Guest Roundtables is a huge stand out. Those worked really well, felt good to do, and were a good reflection on a handful of cool games from the last year.
The criticism that Jarrett lodged that I sort of agree with is that there was just too much content. He said how could anyone reasonably consume all of it? Well, that’s never been my intention, I want it all out there so the audience can pick and choose what they want to hear themselves, and then go from there. But I think that’s a fair criticism. Written top 10s, guest and ours, our top 10 podcast, the five day goty show, and 10 podcasts on 10 games. It’s a ton, so why not just cut it down next time around, right?
Next year I think focusing on highlighting guests would be good. Either in just written or just podcast form. But we’ll see, we’ll have to start those conversations earlier this year.
Not at all! We just had our editorial meeting about it and I am V EXCITE.
I’ve been very lax on myself, not forcing myself to write at all. In fact, I’ve barely written a thing over the last month. Which has been, kind of nice, in the grand scheme of things. I think that’s okay. Rest is really important, and I can already feel my creative juices swirling around.
I think my feelings about writing are very much the same, but I have a better appreciation for it now. I feel like I need to write with more purpose now, and I don’t need to set arbitrary time or character limits on it. Once I get back in the swing fo writing complete things, maybe I’ll have a better grasp on how that feels.
I think it’ll review very well and I think it’ll do very well in the states. I know that may seem surprising, but the betas, the reception to them, and the time of release, are all in Capcom’s corner. Honestly, it’s a very strategic and smart release for them. I’m quite impressed at how shrewd it is. They’ll do great.
It’s just a bummer because I see so many folks talking about how it’s clicking with them or how satisfied they were with it, and after doing the three hunts in the beta with a group of three friends, I had fun but... well, I felt nothing. It just totally did not click with me. No satisfaction, no excitement, and I couldn’t wait to be done playing it, just because how it felt did zero favors for me. I’ve always had a cursory interest in Monster Hunter because of my cohosts who are so into it, and after finally playing it I just... don’t anymore, haha. I know that is a bummer, and trust me, no one is more bummed than me that I don’t get to get in on the Monster Hunter party, but more power to the folks out there playing! it think this game will do very well. It’s finally time for the Hunters to shine in the west!
This is a great question! I’d probably own an italian restaurant, and out of spite, I’d call it “O’Neill’s”, spelled the correct way. Sick of seeing all these goddamn pubs called “O’Neals” with their goddamn sheleighlies or whatever (is that offensive? Oh god I’m sorry Amy Gils) so we are doing it the right way.
And yes, I understand the absurdity of an italian food restaurant with the name O’Neill’s, that’s the whole bit. But I love italian food. It wouldn’t be just limited to that though.
I’d absolutely hire the retired Gen and Greg Miller as my head chefs. Meaning we’d have a ton of awesome stuff on the menu. I’d make my aunt’s secret pasta sauce, my mom’s secret brownie recipe, it’d be super good.
Oh, and we’d have only the best beer, curated by the best beer goddess in the business, Jazz Foster. Duh.
Also like, Beer Goddess is a thing, don’t ask questions.
No, it’s just not going to happen. I think there are plenty of players out there totally unaware fo the drama and fallout that dug MGSV and will get Survive and have a good time. Hell, I played the beta this weekend and had a good time with Logan Moore. Save for it crashing every time I went into the pause menu.
But that franchise just has too much baggage. People are going to tear it to shreds no matter what, but like, also, vote with your wallet. If that game ultimately doesn’t do well, then Konami is less likely to try and do another one, and I know a ton of hypocrites out there are going to just go and buy the game so they can shit on it on the internet. Be better then them. Go play a game made by a small indie developer, or talk about a game you really dug, that maybe folks aren’t talking about enough, like Hollow Knight, or Butterfly Soup.
Well duh, I am doing that RIGHT NOW
Happy birthday dude <3.
I’m not sure what you mean in this context. Like if you’re pitching an editor with a different ideology then you? Differing “goals” is I guess what’s throwing me off here.
I think you need to really sell why your stance is valid for that prompt, and as with everything, know your audience. If you’re doing a pitch, know the editor, know what they’re looking for, either in your, or in that pitch or prompt. They’re your audience, and your pitch is what you need to sell. You’re not necessarily selling the piece, you’re selling why the piece is special and why you need to be the one to write it.
I hope that helps?
I, unfortunately, haven’t been reading a lot of good stuff lately, so I can’t make any solid recommendations at this time, but Jarrett recommended a lot of good stuff in his Top 10 Write up, some “required readings” on all of his favorite games of the year.
http://irrationalpassions.com/jarrett-greens-top-10-games-of-2017/
That’s all I got. I deleted my Facebook account the other day, so really I am living my best life on the internet now, and I’m ready for this year. I’m not going to be doom and gloom. Things will be hard, but there are great games coming that I can’t wait to discuss and exacerbate myself talking of, and there will hopefully be great things to go along with those games.
Thank you all so much for reading, as always. I will try and get more into the swing of writing this every week like before, and also writing and producing cool stuff on top of that.
It’s 2018, or 20-great-teen as me and my friend Brandt Ranj have coined it, so let’s make this year great, together.
Keep it reeeeeeal.
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Last day in Los Angeles
Rain, and lots of it. It's my last day in LA and there is a monsoon hitting Southern California. I'm from Portland Oregon so I'm no stranger to some rain but this was even a little intense for me. Also Los Angeles is not really prepared for a storm like this. In the Valley where I was at, the streets had become lakes. Every car parked along side the street had water up to their doors. I know that California desperately needs as much rain as they can get, so maybe I'm being a little selfish but damnit! I came to Southern California so I could get away from this shit. I spent some of the morning making flyers for upcoming shows. It's one thing to book and play all these shows but if you don't promote them along the way it doesn't do you much good. Later on in the morning my friend took me to her buddy's house to watch the Green Bay game. It was nice to watch the game with so folks. One of my favorite things is watching football with my dad and it was kinda of bumming me out that I couldn't be back in Oregon with him and my brother watching the game. The game was shit by the way. Total blowout. After we left there I said my goodbyes to my friend Jesse. Can't thank her enough for everything. I headed to the club in the afternoon. There was a matinee show going on that I wanted to catch. The opening band was on the bill that I saw a few nights ago and wanted to support. It was a solid punk show. I think the rain kept a lot of people away which was a bummer. I was scheduled to open the later show that started at 9pm. The wait. Now I wasn't really drinking tonight because I knew that most likely I was going to head to San Diego after the show. Also I had been in LA for five days now and didn't want to spend another cent. I love Los Angeles but it can be a hard city to spend time in when you're on a very fixed budget. Being a solo acoustic act I get put on a wide variety of bills. I have spent many years playing in punk bands but my music is far removed from that genre these days. I'm always excited for the opportunity to play but some shows I am definitely the odd man out. This was looking like one of those shows. I was playing my set as the rest of the bands were arriving and the crowd was sparse. I just do what I always do, close my eyes and get lost in the tunes. The people that were there seemed to appreciate it. After I finished there was another solo act from Dallas. He played an electric guitar running through this tiny little amp hooked up to about 6 or 7 pedals. He had bright pink hair with barrettes in it and dark black makeup painted in big circles around his eyes. With his gold glitter guitar he sang about stuff like Jodie Foster and candy. The next band was a band I had played with a few years earlier at a different club in LA. They put on a great show and definitely had their act down. The singer was very eccentric, jumping all over the place and hanging from the walls. He had the LA look down to the tee. They also had a saxophone player that really filled out that new waveish rock and roll sound they were going for. Also maybe the sexiest bass player I've ever seen. Something about a beautiful woman playing a Jazz bass in a rock band. God damn. The final band was a pretty bad ass three piece punk bad. The girl singing sound like Brody from The Distillers. It was a little over the top for me at some points. She would flip all over the ground and pretend to freak out. Their music was good and I felt it took away from that. Maybe I'm just getting old but you couldn't pay me to crawl around on that floor. One because gross and two because it just seems silly to me. If your tunes are solid they will listen. It was a long night and I had enjoyed the show but I was ready to head on. There seemed to be a lot of people through the door tonight and this club has always been good about helping out traveling musicians. I really wasn't expecting much but definitely need to make some money after having not played a show for a few days. I'm not gonna say how much they paid but it wasn't going to get me very far. At least I haven't been an asshole with my money and am able to take the hit. I grabbed my gear and headed on. I decided to make my towards San Diego after the show and I'm glad I did. The roads were clear of traffic and the rain had stopped for the evening. I love playing shows but I might like driving my old truck out of town and down the road just as much. It's that feeling of not knowing what's going to happen and being able to do it all over again tomorrow. It might be the most peaceful feeling I've ever experienced. Ive got Los Angeles in my rear view mirror and Dwight Yoakam singing to me on the stereo. All that's left is me, champ, an open stretch of highway. To be continued...
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