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Ch. 35: The Stardew Valley Fair

TUESDAY - FALL 16

Outside of the exuberant greeting they’d given Voltaire, Achilles hadn’t seen the junimos since the beginning of Fall. He had chalked it up to the overtime the forest spirits must’ve been putting in to fighting off the “evil spirits” in the community center, or whatever Marlon had said. Hey, he had tried to help before, and they had had none of it.

But he woke the morning of the Stardew Valley Fair to see a handful junimos scurrying about his room, chittering like mad as they bounced along below the windows, spindly arms waving erratically in the air. Was it just the early morning sun that was casting strange shadows, or had there been something else lurking against his walls?

Whatever it was, it had disappeared, along with the junimos, upon second glance. With a groggy few blinks, Achilles managed to half-persuade himself that it had just been a trick of the light.

After spending the remainder of the weekend ruminating on their chat the night of Abigail’s birthday party, Achilles had decided to follow Alex’s advice and put the mines behind him. He had made his final pros/cons list after his second visit to Meteor Elementary yesterday—and to be fair, perhaps it was the rare, hopeful mood those visits always left him in, but he had ultimately concluded that digging around underground was not his destined path, glory be damned. He’d find something else.

In fact, between his elementary school visits, his occasional hand with the farm, reading & writing dates with Elliott, and his various job applications, Achilles was feeling… fine. Actually fine, not the fine he tossed out whenever Alex looked at him all worryingly with those green basset hound eyes of his…

Sure, none of those things would likely lead to anything particularly noteworthy, but they were interesting enough (well, maybe not the job applications), and for once in his life, Achilles was, if not perfectly content, somewhat satisfied with at least being able to finally have a daily planner that wasn’t completely bereft of tasks.

But there was only one thing on the agenda for today: the Stardew Valley Fair. Today, he and Shane had to make sure their vegetables were in as tip top shape they could be. Achilles had even purchased some organic fertilizer at the last minute, despite Shane saying it’d likely be too late to have any effect. But after learning more about the grange display competition, the spirit of competition had seized him (per usual), and he was determined to do anything, outside of perhaps sabotage, to win.

They loaded a black wheelbarrow (also new for the occasion—Achilles had spent an hour agonizing over the color as well as the patterned cloth they would be setting the produce on during transport) with their handsomest pumpkin, an eggplant, a bushel of their finest cranberries, a glass jar (that Achilles had carefully hand selected from a boutique in Moonmist) of goat milk from one of Shane’s goats, a goat cheese (also courtesy of one of Shane’s goats), a pastel bouquet of fairy rose Achilles had spent 20 minutes arranging, some pepper poppers (Shane’s own recipe), a bushel of bright red apples, and some of their least blemished, shiniest pomegranates.

Nine items. All nice and neat in their new, checkered linen home.

He had initially wanted to color code with Shane as well (“to better present a nice, united front,” he had explained to Elliott that morning), but realizing he had never seen Shane wear anything else besides his Joja uniform, a handful of t shirts, and a stained green Tunnelers jersey, he had decided against bringing up the topic. For himself though, a nice red flannel would do.

“Looks like a first place cart to me, pal,” Achilles said as he and Shane gazed at their little wheelbarrow.

“You’re just gonna have to take it all apart when you put them in the grange display.”

“Shane, let me have this moment.”

*****

At 2 o’clock, they wheeled their items into town. The festival was still in the midst of being set up, with large red and white striped tents half-erected among hay bales and scarecrows and jolly wooden kegs.

“Looks like we’re the last ones.” Achilles glanced at the 11 other displays, shallow wooden boxes tilted at a slight angle for easy viewing, all arranged neatly in a raised row on the other side of the cobblestone street from Pierre’s General Store. One display was almost entirely filled with different varieties of goat cheese. Who knew there was more outside of chèvre?

“Don’t worry, ours looks way better, though,” he quickly added. Though Shane’s face was, as it usually was, unreadable, sweat stains had begun to appear under his arms despite the remarkably cool day.

Together, they carefully lifted their items and set them neatly in the box that had been left empty for them.

“Well, ours at least looks the best, that’s for sure—look at Pierre’s slapdash mess over there,” Achilles said in an effort to make Shane, who was only continuing to lose color in his face, laugh.

But the man only nodded and then began to walk away without another word.

“Hey, hey, hey now—“ Achilles jogged after him and grabbed his shoulder. Perhaps it was best not to leave the man on his own in these trying times, especially with this much free alcohol. “Where’s Jas? Why don’t we show her her godfather’s booth, I’m sure she’ll love it!”

“In school.”

“Ah. Right, it’s Tuesday… well. Why don’t we grab lunch instead?”

*****

“This looks wonderful, my dear friends!” After a bite at the saloon, Achilles and Shane had returned to their display when a familiar heavy hand clasped their backs. “My, never have I ever witnessed such a delightfully vibrant aubergine!”

“Elliott! Thank you, thank you. It’s mostly Shane’s work, really…”

“Ah, Achilles, no need for modesty among friends! But regardless, Shane, my good sir, many snaps to you!” And indeed, Elliott accompanied his words with a round of hearty snaps, totally oblivious to Shane’s nauseated visage.

With Achilles hovering over his shoulder the past two hours, Shane had managed to dodge the hard ciders Gus had been handing out—and yet nerves had proven themselves to be just as much an inhibitor for balance, for Shane was still unsteady on his feet, gripping the edge of the display for support.

And here came Haley to make things even worse. Alex followed closely behind, her camera bag slung across his shoulders. Lewis had asked her to photograph the event for the Stardew Valley Tribune (“it’s got a readership of two—one guess who the two are—but hey, it’s paid”), and it looked to be their turn now. She impatiently motioned for Elliott to move out of frame. “Smile, you two!”

Easy enough. Achilles did always love a photo op. From behind Alex, Elliott flashed him a double thumbs up as he repositioned his feet.

Shane on the other hand, did not love a photo op. In fact, he loathed them, and likely would’ve run away had Achilles not wrenched him back (more violently than intended) by the arm.

“Come on, Shane. Just one picture, it’s a nice memory.”

Arms stiff, bushy eyebrows furrowed. Sweat beading visibly down his cheeks. Shane’s lips failed to turn even the slightest bit upwards in his sorry attempt at a smile.

“You know, Marnie was just telling me all about your chickens, Shane,” Haley said as she snapped away. “She says you’ve managed to breed blue ones? How adorable is that!”

“Come on, Uncle Shane, you can do better than that,” Jas (who was back from school) groaned from a nearby hay bale. “Just SMILE. Like this!” She pulled back the corners of her lips with her fingers and flashed him both rows of teeth.  

But any and all attempts to loosen up the man fell short.

“Well…” Haley handed over her camera for Achilles to look at her shots (Shane had no interest). “I think that’s about as good as we’re going to get it.”

Achilles was satisfied with himself, though Shane looked to be baring his teeth. Well… it could’ve been worse.

The group left Haley and Alex to snap the next competitors’ pictures and made their way further down into the heart of the fair, which was now merry and bustling with the usual visiting crowd of tourists. The enamoring scent of funnel cake sweetened the smell of corn dogs and fried pickles, but it was to a cotton candy cart where they followed their noses so that Shane could purchase Jas a treat.

“It is mostly games for the children, naturally,” Elliott explained as Achilles scanned the bright, striped tents. “At some games, one can win these splendid little star tokens, which can subsequently be exchanged for various amusing prizes. Oh, I do find the whole experience absolutely delightful! It takes me back, my dear friend, it really does… corns dogs and fairground rides…” Elliott gazed fondly at a small wooden rollercoaster that had been set up behind the saloon.

Achilles couldn’t help but snort in disbelief. It was difficult imagining a young Elliott—especially a young Elliott riding a rollercoaster with a corn dog in hand. No cravat, no velvet smoking jacket in sight. Unless they had kid sizes…

Shane and Jas had returned from the line, pink cotton candy acquired, and Elliott now knelt down to her height. “Now little Jas, what would you like to— ”

“Achilles! Get over here and let me smoke your ass.”

Elliott gasped, standing abruptly and putting a protective hand over Jas’s ear. “The child!”

“Oh, whoops—so sorry!”

“It’s okay, Mr. Alex, I’ve heard worse,” Jas called in response, as Shane once again bared his teeth in an uncomfortable grimace.

Alex, free from camera bag-carrying duties, was waving from a nearby tent. “Elliott, Shane, uh… Jas. All of you, get over here.”

Elliott raised his eyebrows, as if asking Achilles for permission, but Achilles only waved him forward. “Come on, let’s get some of those tokens you were going on about.”

They each took their places behind a wooden counter, slingshots at the ready, 20 feet separating them from their red and white targets.

It was Shane, however, who, despite his trembling hands, had smoked all of their asses, winning a stuffed penguin for Jas. Poor Elliott, having hit the target only twice, was completely out of his depth, but he took his defeat with grace.

“Good game, good game.” Alex patted the taller man on the arm as Elliott shook his head with his usual melodramatic flair.  

“I kindly request a round two!”

And so they turned back to their slingshots, though Elliott once again came in last place (“but at least I hit three targets this time! One should not bemoan improvement, even if it is small!”).

Alex won this time, beating Shane by a mere point, and pointed at a green plush frog which the booth manager quickly retrieved. With two hands, he offered it to Achilles. “For you. To match that shirt of yours the other day.”

“Oh, how very sweet, thank you,” Achilles said, looking into the frog’s large, bulbous eyes. So Alex had remembered his shirt from the party, huh?

Don’t overthink it, bitch.

“I’ll name him Mr. Frog.”

“Wow, very creative! Exactly what I would’ve excepted from you—”

“Ah shit, where’s Shane?”

During their short exchange, Shane had somehow melted away, having left Jas in deep discussion with Elliott.

They little group immediately broke into pairs, maneuvering through the crowd to try to locate the man who, as much as Achilles didn’t want to think it, would likely have a bottle between his fingers. It was Jas who pointed him out with a cry—there he was, indeed hovering by one of the many drink stations, a plastic cup in his hands.

Achilles sprinted over. “Hey man…”

Shane shook his head in disgust at Achilles’ furrowed brow. “It’s just a hard cider, just something to steady the nerves…”  

“Can’t do that man, remember? You wanted me to hold you accountable, so here I am.”

“It’s one drink, Achilles,” he retorted, eyes narrowed. “Won’t do me no harm. Never was tryin’ to go stone cold sober, was always just moderation…”

“It better be just this one—look, why don’t you join us for the rest of the evening? You and Jas both.”

“With them?” Shane asked glancing over the rim of his cup towards Alex and Elliott who were both currently playing a three-way patty cake with Jas.

“They’re nice people, Shane.” Yoba, it was like he was back in Meteor Elementary. He had been forced to patiently moderate many a heated debate among the students during yesterday’s literary lesson…

“Alex doesn’t like me…”

“Give me that.” Emily had joined them, and, unlike Achilles, snatched Shane’s cup and chucked it in the trash. Shane bristled, but she quickly moved to say, “The grange display looks awesome, Shane. You’ve really outdone yourself.”

Shane looked at his feet.

“Great! Emily! Good for you to join. Now how about we all go play some more games.” Damn, he really was turning into Penny.

Shane shot him a dark look, but Emily was quick to grasp onto the plan.

“Ooo! What about the fortune teller? That’s always fun! Achilles, you should take a look.”

“Don’t kid him, you just want to go,” Shane huffed.

They rejoined Alex, Elliott, and Jas, plus Leah who had wandered over in the meantime. It was turning into quite the little group now. They snaked their way through the streets, pausing at a few more booths (Elliott finally securing a victory with an enchanted fishing game) before finally reaching a small tent tucked away in a quieter, more secluded corner of the fairgrounds.

“One at a time,” Emily whispered, her finger against her lips. She had entered first, followed by a protesting Shane and Jas.  

“Next,” came a deep, reverberating voice from inside the tent.

“That’s you,” Leah said, giving Achilles a light shove.

It was dark. The tent was lit only by a few candles and the soft blue glow of the (Achilles suspected, likely LED) crystal ball resting in the center of a cloth-draped table.

“Welcome, welcome. Please… take a seat.”

Achilles sat criss cross, facing the blue shrouded figure whose face was indeterminable.

“I can tell already you’re a skeptic,” the figure said, raising their hands above the ball. “Perhaps we can change your mind…”

“Sure. I’m open to it.”

“New to town, you are? You have been running away, my boy, but I see you on the precipice of a great change, a violent upheaval in your life!”

“What?”

“Hmm… now I see you at the saloon, surrounded by friends. You seem quite popular with everyone.

“Now I see you and… hmm… a young man in a field of grass. You seem happy.”

“In a field of grass?” Achilles asked. “All Stardew is is fields of grass—apologies, can we go back to that violent upheaval you mentioned— “

“Now I see you harvesting a plump, ripe melon! What a wonderful looking farm, bursting with life—and yet, you don’t seem to be doing much on it. Peculiar. Do you have any skills at all?”

“Right. So this violent upheaval…”

But the figure withdrew into their hood, and Achilles, recognizing he wasn’t going to get any more out of them, left the tent with a scoff.  

“How was it? I feel a rather dark energy coming from you right now.”

He had joined Emily to wait for the rest of their friends from underneath a red-leafed oak.“Yeah? You probably do,” Achilles grumbled, crossing his arms. “Know anything about violent upheavals?”

“Oh no! That’s what they said to you?” She shook her head. “I believe fortunes should always end on positive notes. Mine always do.”

“Well, I suppose in their defense, they started with the violent upheaval… and ended with asking me if I had any skills.”

“Hmm.” Emily placed a cool hand against his cheek. Her fingers were remarkably thin, longer than even his own (he had even been half-forced into piano as a child because of them). She gently tapped his jaw. “I don’t know about any violent upheavals, but I do believe you’ll be facing an important crossroads in your life soon.”

“Pardon?”

Emily smiled, moving her hand from his face to his shoulder. “There are so many different roads waiting for you, Achilles. I can see how it can be a little overwhelming. But have faith. Every day you’re taking one more step on the path of your destiny.

“There’s so many invisible barriers that can hold us back, most of them probably inside our own heads. But I think you should keep your mind and ears open, Achilles. Some interesting things might just take root.”

*****

There was still another half hour to kill before the results of the competition were revealed, leaving Shane to drown his anxiety in the fourth pumpkin spice latte Emily had manhandled into his grip and Achilles to dig a hole all the way to Monstera with the rate his foot was sneakily tapping the cobblestone street.

To his surprise, the Wizard must have decided to emerge from his tower today and was now stalking the fair grounds with a blue snow cone in his robed hand. A quick glance over by the hot dog stall confirmed Alex was too far away to talk him out of what could be a terrible decision, and so Achilles summoned all his nervous energy to stomp over to his enchanter.

He may have put the mines behind him, but he still wanted answers.

“Ho, Rasmodius.”

“Ah.”

The Wizard took a step back to look beadily down his beaky nose at Achilles. “I was only doing it for your own good, boy, so don’t you try to scold me for actions I do not, and you should not, regret.”

“What happened with Mona, Rasmodius? Marlon told me everything, what happened to her? What went wrong—and what does Abigail need to know so that she doesn’t make the same mistake. She deserves to know—”

“Look at you, still twittering on about things you know nothing about. It’s not Abigail who needs to worry, and don’t you dare say Mona’s name to me ever again.”

It looked like the Wizard was gearing up to place a another spell; puffs of lavender dusk were beginning to emerge from his sleeves. Achilles’ most cowardly instincts wanted to send him scurrying away, but even if he had run, what could he have done to stop it, truly?

And yet, a dark rage was beginning to seep through him, the voice in his head urging him to stand his ground, to demand what he came for—

Until Alex sprinted over, checking Achilles’ shoulder as he tripped forward, a fedora inexplicably in his hands alongside a hot dog.

And all was calm. In fact, even Rasmodius seemed to have eased up on the spell craft.

“Achilles, look what I got for Mr. Frog! It’s not a cowboy hat, but it’ll have to do—oh.” Alex jumped back, only just seeming to realize the Wizard was there. “Um. Hey there.”

With a grumble the Wizard stalked off.

“What were you talking about with him?” Alex asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Did that motherfucker put another memory spell on me—quick, ask me what we were just talking about. ”

“Ash, that’s exactly what I just asked.”

“Oh. Not much, actually, didn’t really get a chance… I was asking him about the mines.”

“I thought you promised me you were staying out of it!”

“I don’t remember using those words. Anyway, I am staying out of it, no, I was just asking him questions on… behalf of Abby, really, that’s it.”

“Right… well if that’s the case… you better not be lying to me, Achilles.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

That seemed enough to assuage his concerns. Alex bent to tie the fedora around the stuffed frog’s head. Two sprigs of faerie rose had been tucked in a ribbon around the brim.

He found the rage that had ballooned inside him had completely deflated with Alex’s appearance, and Achilles gave the hat a little pat. “Mr. Frog says thank you very much for the hat, Alex.”

*****

“Shane, it’s time!” Emily cried, bouncing on her toes. Not that either Achilles or Shane needed a visual—they’d been counting down the seconds—but she pointed exuberantly over to Lewis who was making his way towards the stage all the same.

A shiver ran down Achilles’ spine. Considering how little he had toiled on the farm in comparison to Shane, he didn’t really know why he deserved to feel this nervous—a victory wouldn’t really be his victory—but nevertheless, he couldn’t help but tremble the tiniest, most imperceptible amount, as they made their way to the front of the crowd.

“A big thank you to every one of ya for coming out to our annual Stardew Valley Fair!”

Cheers from the crowd.

“I hope everyone’s enjoyed themselves—Carl, I see you, how many corn dogs you eatin’ this year, huh? 14? No! 15? You’re crazy, Carl. Crazy!

“Now as old timers know, we always like to end the night with the winners of the grange display competition! This year we had a record breaking 12 entries, and all of us judges were real impressed with every single one.

“Now, without further ado… in third place, we have… Marion Barry from Sunspray Peak!”

Cheers from the handful of Sunspray folk in town.

“Would you look at that, it’s that little goat whispering git from the magazine,” Achilles muttered as a child came forward to collect a white ribbon, pausing to pose before his display of various goat cheeses as Haley snapped a picture.

“Now in second place…”

Achilles found himself grabbing Shane’s hand. Shane found himself violently ripping it away.

“We have…

“Shane Cockburn and Achilles Robinson from none other than Stardew Valley!”

A great cheer from the crowd. Elliott was going wild with snaps and whooping both, while Emily wolf whistled, her free hand waving in the air.

With what may have been a wail, Shane buried his face in his hands as Achilles, determined to keep his composure in public, pulled him in for a half hug.

“Glad to see you finally putting that farm to use, Achilles,” Lewis said, tipping his hat as they collected their red ribbons. “Excellent representation for our community!”

Shane was all smiles for this photograph—no grimaces, no wincing. A beaming flush that, for once in his life, had nothing to do with a beer.  

“And in first place, we have… our very own Angus Fiori from Stardew Valley! Let’s give it up for Gus, shall we?” Lewis led the crowd in enthusiastic applause.

“Goddammit,” Achilles said, shaking his head while Shane continued to hide his sniffs and watery eyes behind fake sneezes.“Well. At least it was a Stardew victory, I suppose… congratulations, Shane! We d—you did it!”

*****

After the judging, Achilles and Shane returned to clear the display.

“You want any of this? Otherwise, I’ll drop it in the shipping box when I head back home.”

Shane took the pumpkin (“for Jas to carve for Spirit’s Eve”) but left the rest.

“Hey. Thanks.” And to Achilles surprise, Shane looked up from the red ribbon he had been repeatedly running through his fingers and, meeting Achilles’ gaze, extended his hand.

Achilles grinned, clasping him on the back as they shook hands. “I should be thanking you. Got ourselves a new scarecrow for next season’s harvest now!” He nodded towards the top-hat and trench coat wearing turnip head they had also won that was lying in the wheelbarrow.

Shane gave a small, warm smile and nodded.

“Congratulations are in order, my friends!” Elliott bestowed a bow each to both Shane and Achilles.

Leah, in her typical fashion, went straight for the most practical question on hand. “So what’s next? Do you think you’ll continue farming?”

Shane looked to Achilles.

“Dammit Shane, what’d we say about asking for permission? Look, if that’s what Shane wants to do, I’m fine with it. As for me personally… well, we’ll just have to win first place next year, won’t we?”

“It’s not about the prize,” Leah said crossly. “It’s about the journey.”

*****

“Think you can manage the scarecrow?”

“I guess I’ll try, but no promises.” Alex had volunteered to help Achilles bring their items back to Strawberry Farms. To be honest, with the wheelbarrow, Achilles didn’t need any help, but hey, why would he down the offer?

Alex lifted the wooden pole with ease, resting it across his shoulders. “I’ve never seen Shane show that much emotion before.”

“Didn’t you hear? That wasn’t emotion, those were just allergies. Ready?”

Alex laughed. “Mmhm—Grandma, I’m just going to help Ash take the stuff back, then I’ll be back!”

Evelyn nodded. “Congratulations, dear! So wonderful to see the Valley take the top two spots!”

“Could’ve been three,” George muttered scornfully, staring shamelessly at a still scarlet-faced Pierre who was hurling his mushrooms into a basket like he was a pitcher in pro baseball. “Useless.”  

*****

Achilles carefully set their award winning produce into the shipping bin. The next pickup wouldn’t be until Friday, but it’d be fine, the bin was temperature controlled.

“You can just leave the scarecrow on the porch, Shane’ll probably set it up tomorrow.”

Alex proceeded to jam the turnip head between the slats of the rocking chair (“so he can sit”).

“Well good sir, thank you for the help.” Achilles stood, brushing the dirt off his hands after making sure everything was sitting well in the bin. “And thank you for Mr. Frog here. Between him and Voltaire, we’re going to be throwing some pretty exclusive parties on Strawberry Farms.”

“Oh wow, exclusive huh—will I make the invite list?”

“Ask him, don’t ask me,” Achilles scoffed, nodding towards the frog plush who was still sitting calmly in the wheelbarrow. “Here—”

Feeling rather bold off his win (second place as it was, and really, it was more so Shane’s win than his own), he yanked one of the fairy roses out from the fedora and tucked it into Alex’s front pocket, giving it the quickest, lightest pat before stepping back. Just friends being friends, right…

“From Mr. Frog to you. To remember him by.”

“Wow,” Alex laughed. “Thank you so much—Mr. Frog, you’ll be in my thoughts forever. Until next time.”

He turned to leave, but loitered for a second, hands in his pockets as he lingered on the top step of the porch, eyes slowly gazing across the surrounding land until they finally landed on Achilles.

He felt his heart beat faster—antsy in his senseless anticipation—but Alex only shrugged.

“Was getting another look at the farm. Can’t believe how much it’s changed since you’ve come, it looks great. Well… congrats again. To you and Shane. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

[alinalioness]

Background of the FNAF Chapter 11:Wonderworld.

In the first person of Freddy, he opens his eyes and sees that there is a purple tim with rabbit ears in front of him.

Freddy:Bonnie, why are you in the form of tim?

Bonnie:(Got up) Freddy, I'm actually still an animatronic.

All animatronics woke up and saw that they were on a flying round island. There were 12 different worlds around the island, from the farm world to the ruins.

Freddy:I thought teleportation made you tim.

Familiar voice:Of course not.

Animatronics immediately saw the DJ who was holding tims.

DJ:Although the wonderworld has everything possible, but no one turns into another, even after they find themselves in another place.

Balan:(Together with Leo, Emma and the inhabitants, he approaches the animatronics) Exactly. (The animatronics noticed him) Wonderworld itself has a lot of unusual things. I was surprised myself when I first saw it.

Animatronics:Wow.

Bonnie:Do these worlds belong to the inhabitants?

Jose:Yes, but it's not only ours, but also the costumes.

Animatronics:Costumes?

Chica:Are they alive too?

Balan:Yes, but they're not all animatronics. Except that some of them are just robots.

Cal:Besides, when we arrived, we forgot our names and even our past. My name was Checkered King.

Jose:My name was a Scarecrow.

Fiona:My name was Seagazer.

Bugs:My name was Bugsy.

Haoyu:My name was Skygazer.

Sana:My name was Watcher of the Woods.

Cass:My name was Clocktower Kid.

Iben:My name was Lady of the Midnight Sun.

Attilio:My name was Pensive Pierrot.

Lucy:My name was Madam of the Mansion.

Eis:My name was Sentinel of the Cities.

Bruce:My name was Invisible Custodian.

Leo:And even though Emma and I don't have a stage or costumes, they called me Streetbeat.

Emma:And I'm a Fighter.

Bonnie:Are these your middle names?

Balan:These are code names. And don't get me wrong, but it's a secret from other people besides family. Like with wonderworld. If you ask, why did we tell you?

Freddy:(Realized) Therefore, we are interested in wonderworld itself.

Balan:All right.

Foxy:And I'm also interested in the fact that some of the inhabitants have the same names.

Haoyu:We just had similar interests.

Cass:But to be friends, the names didn't necessarily match.

Chica:It's like we made friends with other animatronics, not because the names are similar, but because animatronics are here too.

Fiona:That's right, we became friends because of the similar names. And to be honest, I'm a couple with Haoyu.

Animatronics:Really?

Sana:That's what influenced me with Eis.

Cal:So it is with us.

Lucy:We just spent time together at wonderworld and confessed when we found ourselves in reality.

Yuri:And the rest of us are just friends.

Cass:We are like relatives.

Animatronics:Oh, good.

Balan:Well, it's time to get to know the others. (Takes out a megaphone) All costumes come to Tim's o island.

There are 80 costumes coming out of all 12 worlds. They were in the form of various animals, robots and random objects. When they stopped, they were surprised to see animatronics.

Dusk Butterfly:Wow, are these new costumes?

Balan:No, these are animatronics. That bear's name is Freddy. He's the leader of these gangs. (To animatronics) Meet the costumes.

Costumes:Good afternoon.

Balan:Each costume has abilities.

Animatronics:Wow.

Tornado Wolf:For example, I can shoot down enemies with a hurricane. (He jumps and has a hurricane that disappears upon landing) These are combat suits.

Aero acrobat:Such as someone flying. (Aim at a small island and fly. Then it lands back) These are flying suits.

Super Skater:Such 12 costumes, (Together with the costumes from Act 3 appears) are from Act 3.

Cal:And some of the 12, (Along with the rest of the inhabitants, fit the costumes as representatives) have something similar.

The animatronics were surprised to see that they looked a bit alike.

Bonnie:It's by design (Everyone laughed).

Cass:No, the fact is that these suits are not related to our problems.

Animatronics:Oh.

Balan:I also decided to introduce my brother to you.

Animatronics:With your brother.

Balan:Yes. Meet him, Lance.

A purple portal appears near Balan, where Lance himself comes out. He was white like his hair, wearing white red and purple clothes. There was a tear pattern under his eye and his eyes were blue. He looked at the animatronics with a smile.

Lance:Good afternoon, animatronics.

Animatronics:Good afternoon.

Bonnie:And who was he?

Balan:He was a villain when dealing with negative people. He turned the inhabitants into Negabosses (Animatronics scared).

Leo:But fortunately we saved them and him (Animatronics calmed down).

Freddy:And what do Negabosses look like? (To the inhabitants) Will you show us?

The inhabitants nodded to each other and looked at the animatronics.

Cal:Okay. But will you keep secrets about them and about wonderworld?

Animatronics:Why?

Lucy:Because Negabosses are giants and if it's worth talking about them, people will be scared.

Animatronics:(They nodded at each other and looked at the inhabitants) We promise that we will keep secrets.

Inhabitants:(They nodded) Negabosses, come in.

Negabosses appear behind the inhabitants in their usual appearance. The animatronics were shocked to see them until they saw them.

Barktholomew:We have newbies.

Lance:These are animatronics. They saw our human friends and rescued Leo and Emma when the chase began.

Negabosses and costumes:Oh.

Jumping Jack:A pleasant act.

Foxy:And they look a bit like costumes.

Lance:They were created by them. These Negabosses were the inhabitants themselves when their hearts were unbalanced. But after we met human friends again, I created them friendly.

Barktholomew:We can also transform into shadows and in human forms. So that no one gets scared.

DJ:And you look almost taller than me.

Hooverton:Heh, it's amazing that there will be giants here too.

Balan:Well, since it's nice to meet you, then... I do not know what we will do next when the problems have already started. But we can think of something to fix this misunderstanding.

Suddenly, someone's loud rumbling was heard, which made everyone worried.

Sundrop:(Scared) Ah! (Hugs the children) We haven't had enough of that yet.

Barktholomew:I'm actually hungry.

Balan:(He looks at the watch in his hand) Oh, we've been having lunch for a long time. It's time for us all to have lunch.

Freddy:Offer pizza according to our recipe, because we are from a pizzeria. We will do what they want to order.

Balan:And what? It's possible. But I won't be with Lance. (Whisper in Freddy's ear) It's not because we're immortal, it's just that I hate tomatoes.

Freddy:Good.

Later.

Freddy carries the leaflets that their new friends from wonderworld ordered for the kitchen to Chica, Bonnie and Chica's versions.

Freddy:Here are the orders for our friends. Cook without mistake.

Animatronics:Okay.

While they were cooking, the rest of the animatronics and wonderworld characters were waiting for the pizzas to be ready. Freddy was talking to Balan and Lance at the time, who were sitting with Leo and Emma.

Balan:While the pizza is being prepared, what problems did you have in New York that made you move to Highland Island?

Freddy:Well... like the problems we had were like this. It's just that the search for a criminal who killed people has begun in the city. He had gray hair and wore purple clothes. He killed guards and stole money in every workplace when the shift was over.

Leo:A terrible killer.

Emma:And you left because he could break you.

Freddy:Yes, it is.

Bonnie:Done!

Bonnie, Chica and her versions carried a lot of pizzas. They immediately put each table.

Freddy:Well, try it.

The first Leo took one slice of pizza and decided to try it. When he took a bite, he smiled and liked it.

Leo:It's delicious. You guys should try this.

Emma:(She took a slice of pizza and took a bite) It's true. It's so delicious.

Haoyu:(He took a bite of pizza) Delicious.

Aero Acrobat:Cool.

Everyone ate pizza with pleasure, as they had not tried it from animatronics.

Freddy:We are glad that you liked it.

Emma:It's just that your pizza is delicious, like ours.

Bonnie:(Whisper) Freddy, can we talk about our past and Springtrap after all?

Freddy:(Whisper) Come on, why scare them? It's better not to say anything about it.

Emma, looking at them, has already thought of something.

Emma:And let's show animatronics something else after lunch.

Balan:That's a great idea. For example, dancing and songs.

To be continued...

[hitobanju]

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[anotherkindofmindpod]

I just started listening to your podcasts because, well, I just became a Beatles deepfan (should be a term if it's not) when I got COVID in mid-Jan and left "Get Back" on for the duration. On repeat. I was always a huge fan of the music, but like a lot of us when I was born they were already broken up, so it wasn't until I saw them together in GB that I became sucked into *them* and their relationships. (They're fascinating af and I get it now.)

Thing is, as I my body began to get better, my brain refused to come along. It just got stuck.†︎ It was slow and plodding and my "genetically over-curious" nature was completely flattened. It was as if the world around me shrunk, and the immediate effect of that was that I couldn't move to another topic. I literally couldn't think of what to think about. It was maddening! I tried and tried, but at some point I realized that even paying attention to The Beatles was hard, and that I had no choice but to take what I could get, and after a few weeks I slowly found that I could, very slowly, shift slightly within the topic. That happened without directed thought, so I was glad of it. It was something, you know? The best way I can describe it is that it was like my world became a checkers board: the board was "The Beatles" and I could move one space away from wherever I was. My brain couldn't leap any more, but it was learning to crawl. And so it did. It's been a bit like consuming a very large meal spread out over miles one nibble at a time. Not really sure why I wrote all that — except that I was probably trying to explain it to myself for the first time? — and it's not really important, except to kind of say how absolutely ignorant I was 6 months ago and how everything is still new and fascinating, but that it's also impossible to always know what's been talked about to death. Sometimes I think I know, but often I've just not discovered that corner of the fandom, and the OST & AKOM ladies are your own lovely island that I've yet to explore — bite by crawling bite — thoroughly. Yet.

So with those caveats... I just read the absolutely insane 1980 Playboy article last week, then — believe it or not — today I listened to "How Do You Sleep" for the first time. Yes, the first. The strange "Muzak" line actually jumped out at me when I read the article because it's so almost anti-Lennon-ish, but after seeing the "Muzak" lyric in "How Do You Sleep" it seemed possibly significant that in 1980 he made the Muzak remark. Like John-code. But that is also why I mentioned that I just started listening to AKOM. I figure there's a very good chance you've talked about it and I just haven't gotten to it yet, but also it turns out I couldn't wait to listen to them all to find out. *ducks* 💜

†︎ It took almost 3 months to see any improvement, but there has been some recently. ⭐️ 🧠

Hello @mythserene! First of all, thanks for sharing your COVID experience. It’s been a hell of a worldwide mind-fuck that we’re all still surviving/recovering from/processing and it’s helpful to many of us to talk about it.

The one genuinely hilarious thing about HDYS is how John managed to highlight so many of Paul’s most extraordinary qualities and accomplishments. All the alleged “insults” in retrospect look incredibly backwards and conservative, and actually shine a better light on Paul!

You live with straights  This young dad chooses not to work with junkies? I think we can all agree that’s a good call 

Jump when your mama tell you anything  Linda wears the pants in the family? Wow, cool

Pretty soon we’ll see what you can do  Amazing how John foretold not only Paul’s illustrious legacy but also his incredible artistic range and unprecedented, thriving career as both a recording artist and live performer into his 80s!

Since you’ve gone you’re just Another Day  Choosing one of the most interesting (and newly celebrated) songs of Paul’s catalog that highlights his unusual focus on working women, was just… chef’s kiss

The sound you make is muzak to my ears  If this is a reference to M1, John is actually foreshadowing the album’s distinction as one of rock’s first lo-fi albums (certainly its first mainstream one). Paul’s creation of “muzak” both in M1 and more obviously on 1980’s M2, show innovation in a new genre of ambient music that fully emerges in the 90s and 00s and continues to flourish today. McCartney explores other subgenres such as electronica and trance further with the Fireman projects, but his work with M1 and M2 are really decades ahead of what will eventually become a major genre of electronic pop music.

Lennon’s use of the term “muzak” in 1971 was surely meant as an insult; so-called Elevator Music was considered mass-produced shmaltz, background noise for mindless consumers.  But as someone who LOVES ambient and electronic music, “Elevator Music” is definitely not an insult and ironically draws attention to Paul’s musical eclecticism and innovation!

Lennon’s use of the term Muzak here in 1980 -and admitting it’s something that “relaxes” him- is definitely interesting! There’s no way John isn’t conscious of the association with Paul. What it means is hard to say; maybe it’s a subtle back-pedal on HDYS; maybe it’s John’s way of showing he’s matured/expanded his tastes over the years; maybe it’s just a shout-out to Paul? Or maybe he’s just speaking freely, and the Paul reference is incidental. In any case, thank you so much for bringing this to our attention! If I’d read it before, I’d overlooked it.

P.S. If you are new to Beatles Deepfandom (I agree, this should become a thing!), I actually recommend Understanding Lennon/McCartney. It gives a TON of information without all the commentary, so you’re free to interpret and draw your own conclusions. And if you're into rabbitholes, this series is over 10 hours long, so get ready for the deepest of dives! 

[checkers-dance]

hi tumblr user checkers-dances. i write to you from my death bed. i fear i may not make it past this winter.

JOKES ASIDE. ive been sick the past few days. its really not that bad but im dramatic and also havent been genuinely sick in years so i have mostly stayed on my bed and done nothing but watch hour long video essays. if im not doing that, im watching mx videos. in any case, because ive been using kpop to Cope, i remembered this one youtube trend where people came up with like a whole idea for a kpop group. in a lot of ways its kind of like making your own superm, but im less interested in that aspect and more on trying to think about the more technical side of it. so because im dying and in need of fun, and also it was just a lot of fun coming up with my idea for an nct alternative, i've been thinking about what i would do if i had to manifest a kpop group out of thin air. here at incest entertainment, what type of music can we offer to the market?

i'm still not super sure of what route i would go but i've established a couple of ideas and once again, im smarter and cooler than any real kpop company.

-we're going with 7 members. i think that's kind of a perfect number, not too much and not too little.

-one thing i know for sure is that i need at least one member with creative inclinations. preferably we would have multiple guys because i think it'd be cheaper than having to always rely on outside producers probably? but also because here at incest entertainment we want our artists to have as much artistic freedom as possible <3 and because i do have a bit of a vision for what i want this group to be, i need to have strong communication with the idols who will be performing the songs, and i think a good way to go about that is having at least one of them who is also involved in the music.

-so i want the group to have a really strong concept. i think we are in desperate need of more kpop music videos with larger storylines (and those storylines would be even connected to the lyrics of the songs themselves). i'm still not entirely sure what the concept would be but it'd be very story driven and it'd have kind of mystery to it.

-so here's the most important part that i've come up with so far. it's by far the most unrealistic one, but if a group ever did this i think it'd be really fun. so i was thinking about how fun it was to overthink the mx music videos and try to come up with a coherent theory, and because i'm going to be pushing for a narrative i obviously want to give fans stuff to chew on and speculate on. and i was thinking about what would be a good way to do this. and then i fucking realized. let's make a fucking arg. let's throw weird code into the videos that leads to like a secret website where the fans can solve puzzles and figure shit out. i think making that aspect more interactive could be really interesting.

-to connect with the last point, i think a great way to push this would be with the physical albums. part of the appeal of physical albums in kpop is that they come with a lot of other neat things. so the albums can include items that are connected to the story, like idk. documents with info on them that they can decipher for themselves.

ANYWAY, im tired and i don't think im going to elaborate more on this, but i like this basic idea. sadly, incest entertainment isn't real and neither is my imaginary boy band.

HELP, NOT INCEST ENTERTAINMENT....INC-ENT for short. Is 7 rlly the magic number or is it just the number most frequently found in groups u like 🧐🧐🧐? THE OVERTHINKING MX ERA...listen I think this group should at least have a coherent storyline they're going for to avoid another watch/blue flower event 😭😭. Maybe it could be a scifi arg since there already are scifi concepts in kpop, or maybe it's a more historical thing. Personally I think if the company is called incest entertainment there should be incest gimmicks in the group, like them pretending they're all related despite looking nothing alike. Maybe there's even a time travel gimmick in the story so they're all each other's ancestors at diff points in the timeline. Much to think abt (help I said no more watch/blue flower stuff and then immediately went on to spawn this concept 😭)

[cyoc49]

HIMBO Magazine: The New Hire

23 year-old Barry Allen looked across the street at the office building of HIMBO, a lifestyle & fashion magazine targeted at gay men, and the site of his job interview. After graduating last May, Barry has tried for months to find a communications job with no luck, until he saw HIMBO’s advertisement for an entry-level social media position. The pay was unbelievably good, and they reached out to him about applying which made the whole situation seem very promising. He was a little uncomfortable about the idea of working at a gay magazine. I don’t have any issue with gay people, Barry thought, I just don’t understand a lot of the culture and I’m not really trying to. Still, the job was too good to pass up without at least interviewing.

Barry walked into the lobby of the building and was directed on how to reach the HIMBO’s offices. Stepping into the elevator, Barry thought about how sharply dressed everyone in the building was. It made him feel a little unprofessional, in his blazer, checkered shirt, and jeans. But the email had told him to dress “Appropriately for his position,” so he dressed the way he knew modern social media teams did.

As the elevator opened, Barry was greeted by the bright offices of HIMBO. The personnel working there (all male, he noticed) were dressed in a mixture of ridiculously eccentric business wear, speedos and harnesses, club outfits, other other bizarre fashions. “I’m guessing those are models?” Barry wondered, before walking over to a desk attended by a swishy receptionist.

The twinkish secretary looked up at Barry, and his eyes widened in excitement. “You must be the new applicant!” He exclaimed, jumping up out of his seat. “Oh, you’re perfect! He always knows the right people to pick. Well knock on wood, but I’m excited to work with you!” Then in a swift motion, the man darted around the desk and grabbed Barry by the hand. “Here, I can take you to him! He’s been waiting for you. I’m James, by the way! I work the desk!” And with that, Barry found himself being dragged along through the HIMBO offices.

“Uh, I have a question. Who is ‘he’?” Barry called along as he tried to keep pace with the fast-paced James.

“Christian Le Maître, the Editor in Chief! He’s brilliant. He does all the interviews and hiring himself. He’s the one who reached out to you.”

Wow, he picked me out himself, Barry thought, I must really be promising.

Barry spoke up “That’s pretty cool, to have a boss that cares that much.”

James nodded enthusiastically “Oh yes, he cares for us all so much! We’re all his boys here.”

Looking past the odd use of “boys”, Barry continued “I’m, uh, applying for a social media position.”

“Oh okay, interesting,” James said with less enthusiasm than usual, “He’ll sometimes try to figure out a different position for you during the interview. Just go along with what he says. I promise he has your best interests at heart.”

Before Barry could ask what that meant, James came to a sudden stop in front of a large heavy door. He knocked on it several times, before a deep muffled voice called out “Send him in” from behind the door.

James turned around, grinning ear to ear “Okay, best of luck! Remember: you’re gonna fit in here.” With that, he pranced back down the hallway, leaving Barry alone in front of the door.

He took a deep breath. “Well, here goes nothing,” he thought, and opened the door.

Walking into the office, Barry looked behind the desk and saw one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen.

His face was rugged and handsome, with insatiably curious eyes, perfect white teeth, and a beard that was just the right amount of stubble. His hair was parted with gel into a professional, clean, and gorgeous haircut. His toned muscles perfectly filled out his expensive looking business clothes: a light blue silk dress shirt, grey pinstripe pants, suspenders hung over his shoulders and pressed out by his chest, gorgeous-smelling black leather dress shoes, and a sterling silver watch. He was an absolute alpha male, so perfectly handsome and successful that Barry couldn’t help but feel awe, jealousy, and a hint of... lust?

The man looked at Barry and smiled a perfect smile. “Barry, is it? I’m Christian La Maître, but everyone around here just calls me Mr. M.” The man stood up, revealing his daunting 6’4 frame, and extended a muscular hand to Barry

Jesus, his voice is intoxicating, Barry swooned. It was so smoothly deep and inviting. With just the few words Barry already felt like he could listen to the man for hours. He reached out and took hold of Mr. M’s hand for an extremely firm handshake. As their hand touched, Barry felt a jolt, and found himself unable to take his eyes off the powerful man before him. And more importantly, he had no desire to move his eyes away.

Mr. M sat back down again. “So Barry, tell me about yourself. College graduate?”

“Uh, yes. Digital Communications maj-“

“Have you ever read HIMBO before?” Mr. M cut Barry off.

“No, sir” Barry said, neither objecting to being interrupted, nor noticing the “sir” he just said.

“Are you gay?” Mr. M examined Barry’s body up and down, never making eye contact.

“No, sir. I’m straight.” He paused “Is that okay?”

Mr. M let out a hearty laugh, and Barry found himself laughing along with the man too. It just felt right. This brilliant, perfect businessman that Barry was lucky enough to be in the presence of, anything he did had to be right.

“Ahhh, Barry. You’re a fun kid. Now unfortunately, that social media position was filled earlier this morning by another applicant. But I would be a fool not to bring you into the HIMBO team, Barry!” This filled Barry with joy. The approval of Mr. M felt so good.

“Now if I think about it...” Mr. M paused for a few moments, giving Barry another thorough looking over, “I think we have an opening in the accounting department.”

“Yes! I accept!” Barry shouted out. He didn’t even care that it was a totally different position than he had come here for, nor did he care that he had zero accounting experience. If Mr. M said he would be a good accountant, then Barry had to be the best accountant for his boss.

The man chuckled again. “There’s just a little on boarding we’d have to do to get you ready for the position. Beginning with dress code, for starters.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes, sir?” Barry asked eagerly. He would do anything for this man, who was offering him a coveted job at HIMBO magazine. Barry would change anything about himself.

“Well, you just dress so... cool. I mean look at that outfit! You are a hip young man who is ready for a good night out. And I love that for you, but I think a good accountant would dress a bit... sharper.”

The “sharper” bounced around in Barry’s head. Visions of men in suits and ties flooded his mind. He began to feel attracted to the idea of being a finely dressed man. In fact, he couldn’t imagine ever dressing down, not even in his free time. As Barry listened to Mr. M’s words, his plaid shirt rippled into a crisp white dress shirt. It tucked itself into his jeans.

“A good smart accountant would look his best at all times.”

Barry’s jeans turned into tight fitting grey dress pants, and a brown leather belt cinched itself firmly around his waist. His casual wool blazer morphed into a clean grey suit jacket matching his pants. Underneath, a gray sweater materialized and hugged itself to Barry’s slimming build.

“A good, clean-cut accountant.”

Barry felt his feet shift as his shoes changed into well-polished brown leather dress shoes, with wing tips. His socked changed to clean white socks, and inside his pants he felt briefs take form around his shrinking manhood.

“A good, nerdy accountant.”

A red bow tie wrapped itself around Barry’s neck and tied itself into a perfect knot. Large round glasses popped up on Barry’s face, which he knew he needed to wear every day. Barry’s hair ruffled as if wind was blowing through it, before settling in a clean side part, well-combed and maintained.

Barry stood before the incredibly powerful man before him looking totally different. Just 10 minutes ago Barry had dressed like any college graduate, but now looked as if he wore a suit every day of the week. But as for Barry himself, he had never felt better. As his clothes changed, Barry’s thoughts realized how right this felt. Barry now perfectly remembered his 2 hour morning dress routine. He knew exactly how much pomade to use to achieve the perfect side part, he remembered tying bow ties for six years now. His home wardrobe, all of it, had been replaced with suits, sweaters, shirts, dress shoes, and bow ties of every material, pattern, and color imagineable. This was the way he had dressed ever since he got to college and felt he could express himself truly. The truth was Barry loved the feel of a suit. The cleanness and dignity were an intoxicating feeling, and he couldn’t imagine himself in anything else.

Mr. M smiled a big smile. “There we go, an absolute perfect fit for our accountant opening. Welcome to the HIMBO team, Barry. Or should I say Bartholomew.”

That was right. Bartholomew Pippin, and he couldn’t be happier. He was a timid, nerdy kind of guy, sure, but he felt on top of the world. Bartholomew was an avid HIMBO reader for its good guides on men’s formalwear (and also so he could jerk off to the photos of shirtless guys), so to work at the magazine he loved, doing the job he loved (accounting) was a dream come true.

Mr. M stood up and walked over to Bartholomew, getting extremely close to him. “There’s just one last step in the hiring process...”

Barty shook a bit as he looked up at the domineering man before him. Mr. M was a tall man to begin with, but at his new height Bartholomew was 5’9, and the taller man encompassed him.

“I seal all my contracts... with a kiss.”

Barry’s knees quivered. He had realized he was gay at a young age, but aside from a few “almosts” in college, he had never gone farther than holding hands. Bartholomew had always reasoned that he would meet the right one eventually... and looking up at this man, Barty knew he had found it. Mr. M was all Barty would ever need. This man would control his work life and his sex life, dictating when Barty could pleasure himself, when he could come, and when he got the ultimate privilege of spending the night with Mr. M.

Bartholomew wrinkled his note and nodded eagerly “Of course, sir. I would be honored to kiss you.

As Barty stood on his tip toes to kiss his new boss - god, his lips were smooth and perfect - Barty felt all his changes lock into place. This is who he was. Bartholomew Pippin, mild-mannered accountant of HIMBO magazine, and one of Christian La Maître’s very good boys.

The two parted, and Mr. M gave Bartholomew another killer smile. “Bartholomew, I can already tell you’re gonna fit in here perfectly. And as a signing bonus, how about you stop by my place tonight. 7 PM sharp.”

“Oh thank you so much, Mr. M! I’ll be there at 6:45, I promise.”

“That’s a good boy, Barty. Now get settled in, your desk is at the end of the hall.” He gave Barty a spank on his bubble butt, and sent him on his way, to his new job and new life.

[hazzabeeforlou]

hi toni! you were bored and had horrible anons. chat with me. i'm a lovely anon. and a babbling one. so how are you anyway? and how are you feeling today?

i'm having a blast laughing and smiling at checkered clothes and all the coded messages and their possible interpretations. clowning is part of the 1d experience, a big and important part of it. we love the lying liars who lie and the queerness of it all.

but at the same time i'm kind of feeling sad, because as happy as 1d makes me, it was such a horrible thing for the young persons, the boys, who were put through the machine. i think they got so much good out of it but so much trauma too. they are warped for life.

and then again the whole 1d business is such an important education for the ones who tried to see through the lies. like the world looks so different when you know what to look for. all the crafted narratives for this and that in everything that is public.

anyway, happy, happy anniversary! glad to share it with you!

let's blast some no control and giggle madly! smiling is good for everyone!

Awwww hi babe! I’m so glad you’re having a good day. I am too, I finally had a few days OFF off, and it’s been nice to rest and see friends I haven’t seen since before the pandemic started. I haven’t been too much in this fandom lately because I’ve been trying to avoid the real world in general, but it’s a lovely anniversary day and that unseen footage just WHOOSH happiness boost!!

I think honestly I’ve put the boys’ trauma in perspective now as I’m older. Recognizing the patterns of power and how unfair the world is and the systems of oppression in it are really stark realities to come to terms with, no matter your starting point. To realize that these things blanket the GLOBE and effect every single aspect of life, even the “fun entertainment” aspects is often a wake up call from our chosen type of escapism. But the reality is, their exploitation has resulted in monetary security and fame and desired careers, and I think they all have support systems to cope with what they went through. It’s an interesting thing to realize that EVERYONE has trauma, and that everyone’s trauma is trauma to them and valid, while also knowing how the intersection of identity and proximity to whiteness and ability and so forth and so on, will impact how that plays out in the world. I guess what I’m saying is, I think they’re all more or less alright now, and are making music and living lives most of us could only dream about. I hope that eases your mind a bit!

Have a great day nony, it’s sunny and breezy here and a perfect summer day and I’m writing fan fiction under a tree ;)

[badwolf-winchester]

Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

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S3A - E8

I’m realizing just how damn far behind I am on working on season 3, but I don’t wanna skip any episodes of the rewatch, so let’s get to it! Double time, double time!

Content warnings for discussion of cannibalism.

Forewarning, this one is a doozy, so be prepared to Read More:

Lesgo!:

First thing’s first, Derek has experience with those awful sound thingies? Can you imagine how freaked he must’ve been seeing Chris bring those out when they were tracking Boyd and Erica?

Also, Chris Argent has been hunting Derek one way or another since he was a child. Even BEFORE Kate. Why the hell do we have a Derek & Chris broness in the later seasons? This kind of shit doesn’t just go away. I can’t believe I forgot about it.

I love how awkward sweet bby Derek is trying to run through the trees and tripping on branches everywhere. It’s honestly so much more realistic for a teenager than just the crazy cgi stuff. Also, since we know Derek is comfortable in the woods, it really gives you a hint as to how truly messed up he is from fear right now. He’s off balance in a dozen ways.

DEREK HAS BEEN WATCHING PEOPLE DIE IN FRONT OF HIM SINCE HE WAS 15. I’m gonna CRY. If I wanna hurt myself even More, you could argue that the Random Beta (RB) got shot bc he stopped to talk to Derek. So...guilty minds would assume Derek has been watching people die because of him since 15. I hate everything.

PETER comin’ in clutch. Also, hilarious that they use that arrow catching move so much.

I almost like how they tried to make Gerard look younger by just having him wear a douchey leather jacket instead of the serious grandpa one he wears in S2. He swaggers over to the body of RB, and it’s hilarious.

Okay, what is this bullshit about “Bring them back alive, we go by the code?” If you were going by the code then you wouldn’t be fucking hunting them AT ALL. They’re innocent! Why the fuck are you ‘bringing them back’ in the first place? Chris, you piece of shit. This is supposed to demonstrate that you’ve always been a stickler for the code, but all it does is emphasize how little that code actually means. “We hunt those who hunt us.” Fuck off, you hunt anything you deem ‘dangerous’ and find excuses to kill them so you can feel righteous.

Gonna casually note that RB was shot in the Throat with an arrow, but bc of makeup necessities they moved the arrow down to his chest when he’s shown on the ground. It’s funny. :)

It’s seriously so hard to hate Peter, do the writers realize that? Like, yes, he did horrible shit and I’m not denying that, but when you show him running into the hunter-filled woods to save his nephew’s life at 24 years old, then hiding with him in a cellar for two fucking days when he could probably have escaped on his own, it’s hard to see him as a heartless bastard.

I’m almost afraid to find out why Cora knows the details. Can you imagine? She would’ve been, what, 9-10? Her big brother and uncle both go missing for two days after a hunt and she had to stay at home waiting for someone to say they’d found their bodies. God, the lives of the Hales are so fucked up.

The rain is really making the mood here.

I gotta say, I’m confused about this initial Cora-Stiles interaction. He goes on about everyone who’s died or nearly died, but then Cora assumes he wants Derek to do something about the deaths, and Stiles agrees? Except that Derek currently fits the COD that all the other sacrifices have hit. Missing for about two days. Everything Stiles has said implies that he’s worried Derek is also dead. I don’t get why they go with ‘I’m worried about the missing man that I’ve been helping for the last four months because I blame him for the Alphas even coming to town”?

One thing they got on point here is just how disgusting they made Gerard. The slime and the spitting and ugh *shudders* it’s just so gross.

I’m also...I think intrigued is the right word--that they shoved this whole story into the episode without ever addressing the fact that Derek IS missing and they should go looking for him or something. It starts with Stiles asking where the hell he is, but then everything else is about this past moment. Talk about going off on a tangent. I mean, I don’t blame them, but if I shoved this much character background into one chapter people would call me out for the infodump that it is.

Which is all this episode is. Info-dumped exposition. Here’s how werewolves were made. Here’s why Derek’s cranky. Here’s why Duke’s an asshole. Here’s why the Hales are ‘special’

Again, I don’t blame them. It’s just...a lot.

Just a tiny thing: Why do they both roll up their sleeves when Scott only has to touch Gerard’s hand?

It is also very hard to believe that either Allison or Scott are remotely good people when they’re both lying to everyone about Gerard’s existence.

*finger guns, bc now i have to use the tag* I think this is the longest I’ve ever gotten before using it.

Another thing: Why does Gerard make the gross noises like he’s in pain, when we know it doesn’t hurt to get the pain taken away from him? It certainly didn’t hurt that lady in the ER.

I know this is a weird thing to notice, but I find it interesting that Paige is wearing actual makeup. Not just the ‘natural’ look, but eyeshadow that’s visibly dark. *shrug*

Is she Actually playing the cello? The notes Don’t look like they match up with her bowing and fingerings.

HA that music cut in is fucking Hilarious. Derek turns around like he’s in a teen rom-com, with that casual “I never stop smiling all the way bc I’m the coolest guy around” grin and the music just WHAM. That’s right, Derek Hale used to be a JOCK. He didn’t used to be ‘a lot like Scott.’ He was a lot like JACKSON.

So, this group of cronies Derek has. What is that about? He’s gotta have that posse just like Jackson did in S1? Unnamed people to cackle at his jokes.

Paige’s face, right there? That is the SHIT for me. That’s not hidden attraction, that’s genuinely “What the fuck is my life, why are you so lame?” and I am LIVING for it.

Derek peacocking is also hilarious. Peacocking so hard he (THE WEREWOLF) didn’t notice that she’d left the hall, is even more so.

I hate to tell you this Paige, but THAT is where I could tell you liked him. Giving in to his bullshit offer was the first step, that look on your face when he said, “Hold on” was Blatant “Holy shit, my crush wants to talk to me” but then all you idiots did was make eye contact. Paige, if you’re trying to get the ball, try looking away from those pretty eyes, okay?

Derek, you always go too far. You can see Paige lose interest when she realizes that he’s not actually into Her, he’s into showing off.

OOOF, i guess they weren’t such good friends after all, cus’ they left when Paige did.

I also feel the need to point out Derek is WEARING A CHECKERED SHIRT. *inarticulate screaming* Everyone who makes jokes about him thinking plaid is disgusting owes me five bucks bc he CLEARLY didn’t think checkers/plaid were that bad when he was in high school.

I’ll admit...the instant sorry is like...really good. If they’d had him come in and be More of a dick and then end up together, I’d be a lot more bugged. But his First real introduction to her is an apology.

THEN he goes back to being a dick. But at least this time it’s not about him, he wants to know about Her.

And I LOVE the turnaround! THIS is flirting. THIS is cute teasing. She plays his game Back at him, shows her own skill and forces him to get on her level. Then he weasels out of it, but in a Cute Way.

If there’s one thing that I’m routinely impressed by in TW it’s the scoring. They’re Really good with music to fit the moods and the vibes of the whole episode. For instance, all the transition music in this episode is Cello, bc it’s about Paige.

I hate agreeing with Gerard on Anything, but he makes a good point about the Dark Druid taking and killing someone else right alongside Deaton. Why would she take 4 people when she only needed three? She wouldn’t know that Deaton got a message out or that Scott would save Deaton. Plus the addition of the mountain ash circle is kind of weird, don’t you think?

Yah, I have no clue why your body is producing anything Either. You literally make no sense and you shouldn’t be alive. Period. Bringing you back was a lazy way to have someone who could be a sub-sub plot and hand out exposition and red herrings that are totally useless.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT GERARD? You weren’t There when Deucalion found out he could still see with his Alpha Eyes (Which makes no sense btw, he doesn’t have TWO sets of eyes???) and if you’d interacted with Deuc since then he’d have ripped you to shreds.

SERIOUSLY people, why the FUCK are we getting this information from Gerard when it makes WAY more sense for Deaton to tell them this? He was THERE for the whole thing!

I get that the point of the episode is supposed to be “Unreliable Narrators” (The whole show has an unreliable narrator.) but you had that covered with Peter’s story. You could’ve Instilled TRUST in Deaton by making a contrast and having Deaton TELL THEM THE TRUTH. Show the difference between reliable and unreliable. Gerard doesn’t need to be here!

Stiles, asking the real questions.

AND GETTING THE MOST BULLSHIT ANSWER IN THE UNIVERSE.

Could these writers GET any lazier? Put some fucking effort in and give us some information about Werewolves IN YOUR WEREWOLF TV SHOW.

What the fuck were Paige and Derek into that they knew where an abandoned distillery was when it wasn’t even in TOWN? And you’re telling me they left town every time they wanted to make out? Even worse, are you implying they had SEX in that distillery? And then trying to tell me that none of the fucking Alphas and their packs noticed the smell of Derek and his girlfriend all over the building?

...what...do people seriously not remember being teenagers? What the fuck Peter? In what fucking universe  is “one minute it’s ‘i hate you, don’t talk to me’ the next it’s frantic groping in any dark corner’ remotely accurate to real life?

Teenagers in the majority don’t DO that. I really fucking hate that all teenagers are made out to be like this. Like they’re “run by their hormones” and “everything is sex to you” STOP. Seriously, STOP. Saying shit like that completely negates the fact that Teenagers are Real fucking People. They’re not just buckets of hormones and sweat that need to be shaped into an adult. They’re fucking PEOPLE and reducing them to sex-crazed idiots is lazy and stupid.

Are you ALSO telling me that the hunters dragged RB’s DEad Body to an abandoned building, then strung the corpse up and cut it in half? AND that someone happened to go the abandoned building and found the body and called the cops, or that they MOVEd the two halves somewhere they would be found, Or that They were the ones to call and report the body?

Has teen wolf got even a Single brain cell?

ALSO, what the fuck is this timeline? Derek and Peter went missing for two days after RB was killed, but the packs don’t get together to discuss RB’s death until After Derek has run out of the building with Paige because he could smell blood from RB being hemisected. So, they waited at Least two days before talking to each other about RB’s death? And Derek apparently recovered Instantaneously from his two day nightmare and went right back to macking on his girlfriend and laughing freely the Day he was found? Or did they wait even longer? I’m so fucking confused!

Okay, you tell me that this place is their favorite makeout/groping spot, but they seriously just walk in the door and start kissing in the middle of the room? You guys didn’t bring some blankets and pillows here? You’re gonna stand there the whole time?

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU MAKING PETER A PERVERT? He was fucking watching his nephew make out with his girlfriend through the wall??? WHat is WRONG with you?

ALSO, Cora was alive and active in Derek’s life at that point. She wasn’t That young. She could easily point out that Peter being Derek’s best friend is total bullshit if it weren’t actually true. Which means Peter is telling the TRUTH here. Hell, she doesn’t call out his heartbeat for lies the entire time, and while they imply at the end of the episode that Really Good Liars can just force their heart to be steady while lying so they don’t get caught, that isn’t a thing for the entire rest of the show. Derek trusts KATE when she says she’s not lying. So the evidence actually points toward Peter telling the TRUTH in this entire episode.

THAT is accurate to teenagers. Using the word “like” and “liking” so many times in a conversation that it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore.

Paige...dude, I’m so torn. Like I’m glad you’re being honest with Derek about your worries, but also it’s a complete dick move to just Assume that he’s gonna bail? To say to his face that you Know he’s leaving you and you’re just waiting for it? Fucking rude.

Ennis...bro...how exactly did your Beta “Accidentally” kill a hunter? How would that happen?

AGAIN WITH THE TIMELINE. If the packs only CAME to beacon hills because of Ennis issue with the hunters, why was RB running through beacon hills when he was killed?

Also, side note: Where are all of these werewolves staying? Are they territorial so they like, all claimed different hotels to take over? Or do they not mind, and THAT’S why the Hale house is so big for such a small family? Because they had a ton of guest rooms for packs that visited to get that sweet, sweet Hale Wisdom?

I firmly believe that werewolves are clothing-optional people. Talia straight shifts into a naked human form in front of over a dozen other wolves.

Also, where the hell is the Hale pack here? Some random chick comes up and gives Talia a robe, but that person is standing with Deuc’s pack. So....what?

I’m so curious about the formation the wolves make when they hear Talia coming. Everybody backs away, except Deucalion. And they do this weird focus on his face as he watches her come in. And her eye contact is JUST with him.

OH GROSS. DID DEUC HAVE A THING FOR DEREK’S MOM????

I will admit that watching things with subtitles sometimes ruins the surprise. There’s that little pause before “I’m just a deputy” like it was supposed to be shocking to the audience, but the subtitle on Amazon Prime just Pops up right away and it kind of ruins the effect.

Here we go! The one piece of concrete information on “Packs” and “pack members” that we’re given in the whole fucking show. Word for Word. “Losing a member of your pack isn’t like losing family, it’s like you lose a limb.”

That is....severe. Now imagine that your entire family IS your pack. And losing almost every one of them. Is it any wonder that Cora, Peter, and Derek are so messed up? That they’re so dark and wounded looking?

I s2g sometimes Peter literally just sounds like he’s a self-insert for the writers. He explains shit that the writer’s are showing Really Badly as if to wave away the fact that the Ennis flashback is pretty much Completely unnecessary. “You just don’t understand my artistic genius, it’s never just a single moment, it’s a confluence of events. I have to show you all these random flashbacks because you need to understand why Derek is soaked in MANPAIN all the time. Which is totally relevant to the current plot bc....bc....bc ART (and also Tyler Hoechlin was busy so we could only get one shot of him for the entire episode)”

That is just the cutest shit oh my god. Derek listens to Paige’s music while he’s in class and doing homework. THAT is love, you realize? He doesn’t just deal with her dedication to her music, he loves it.

THat little wince when he says “Are you sure about that?” Paige knows he’s gonna screw with her.

THAT IS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. He gives her space! She likes studying during lunch so he Leaves her Alone. I LIKE IT.

What do you mean “Laura told you about the packs being here.” Derek KNOWS they’re here because he watched RB DIE IN THE WOODS. Seriously, I”M SO CONFUSED.

FUN FACT (that I might’ve already shared) Oak wood was liked by the Celts because it was really sturdy and hardy and bore food, but it wasn’t their favorite type of wood! Rowan was the favorite, and Irish pagan practitioners used to sleep in rowan trees so they could have prophetic dreams. After that, it was Hazelwood. :P

I...do not enjoy when they bring up the Celtic Druids. *Scuttles to get my textbook bc this is my nerd shit*

“We’re in a Nemeton” This is the correct wording, actually! A “Nemeton” isn’t a thing, it’s a “sacred meeting place” as Chris calls it. Go chris! Nemeton refers to the entire grove/area around the main tree.

I can’t speak to whether they chose a ‘Large, older tree in a grove” but it does make sense bc if we’re talking about Oaks they were a symbol of food and safety (acorns were a staple to Celtic diets) so choosing an older tree would not only look more impressive, but it would probably bear more acorns for the clan.

“It would represent the center of the world” *Puts on vine voice* THat is NOt Correct! The tree at the center of the Nemeton was called a “crann bethadh” or “Tree of Life” and it was essentially a Totem that marked the center of the tribe’s territory. It was not ‘the center of the world’ it was the center of THEIR world. Their land.

“There was a belief that cutting or harming the tree would cause serious problems for the surrounding villages” Not sure if ‘villages’ is the correct term for the era, but the rest of it sounds like a close mistranslation. See, in Ireland there were raids people would do against other clans where the SOLE PURPOSE was to destroy their crann bethadh, because it was demoralizing. It’s like graffiti-ing the front of a church. But technically, it WAS severely frowned upon to harm the tree in any way.

This is mostly because in most Celtic areas, Oak trees were considered symbols of the “Father of the Sky” or the “God of Thunder.” Of course you don’t wanna piss off Thunder man.

Also, you notice how I’m saying CELTS and not DRUIDS. It’s because DRUID isn’t a cultural label, it’s a SOCIAL CLASS. It’s like saying “The Educated”

Okay, back to the--OH WAIT. Before anyone gets any ideas, the blood on the crann bethadh isn’t human. Estonian Celts smeared animal blood on the tree roots as an assurance for rain and good harvests. This is the same concept as TONS of other religions, including Christianity. (Abraham was supposed to sacrifice his son, Isaac, to God, but God stopped him and had him sacrifice a Ram instead. So, Yes. Christians used to perform animal sacrifices.)

NOW back to the show.

THe fact that gerard doesn’t know this stuff implies that Chris is the nerd of the family.

I LIKE THIS. I hate that I like it bc it’s Gerard, but I LIKE IT. Gerard gets up from his wheelchair. He doesn’t need it All the Time.

I’ve never seen another show that bothered to have a wheelchair user who wasn’t wheelchair-bound, which is stupid because it’s Very Common for people using wheelchairs to not need them all the time.

though it does beg the question of why he’s sitting in a wheelchair when he’s in his own bedroom? Was he going somewhere? Or did he know he wouldn’t have enough chairs and didn’t want Allison or Scott to sit in his chair?

The story of Lycaon, who was considered a savage ruler of Arcadia and Zeus went to his house disguised as a human (this is v common in myth) to find out if he was batshit. Lycaon and his FIFTY SONS (he also had one daughter) wanted to know if the stranger was a human or a mortal, so they fed him human flesh in stew. Zeus flipped shit and blasted the room with thunderbolts, murdering all but one of Lycaon’s sons, and then turned Lycaon into a wolf.

So...this whole ‘myth of lycaon’ is totally fucked up when it didn’t need to be? Like, they didn’t NEED to change it to make it a messed up origin story of wolves. It already was.

There’s three major versions to choose from

Lycaon was a pius man who founded the city of Lycosura on Mount Lycaeus and used a child as a sacrifice to Zeus, thinking it would please him. Zeus flips shit and turns Lycaon into a wolf. FROM THEN ON; at every sacrifice made to zeus a man was transformed into a wolf and if he managed to restrain himself from eating human flesh for 8-9 years, he would be turned human again.

The same story as the first, except Lycaon Knew Zeus was in disguise and the child he fed him was Zeus’ own son, and it was revenge for seducing his only daughter Callisto.

If you want to make it match what you’ve already said about wolves in the show, they could’ve used the last one and it would’ve demonstrated how Ingrained the concept of vendetta/revenge is for wolves.

If you wanted to focus on the Turning Human part and working with Celtic Druids to learn to become werewolves, you could’ve used the second one.

there was no reason to add in the bullshit about Prometheus except as an excuse to make Deucalion look like he picked his name to be an asshole, which he fucking didn’t.

 I’m so sorry about all the classical shit (i’m really not) but I studied it in college and I can’t just let this bullshit stand.

I’ll give them a pass on the ‘the lesser known part’ bc it’s technically plausible for the wolves to have run north to the Celts and beg for help, And the Druids (those who’s education was specifically in magic, not all of them) were known for shapeshifting (though not usually into animals. They did that to Other people, not themselves)

I cannot believe this is so long, i’m so sorry.

But WHY tho, Cora? How is an Emissary supposed to keep you connected to humanity if No ONe KNows Who They Are?? How are they supposed to do their job??

Yeah, well now Deaton is a sour bitch who has a chip on his shoulder against the Hale pack so like...fuck his advice.

I will say though! Pre-fire Deaton doesn’t give me the heebies like post-fire Deaton. He’s much more clear about the advice he’s giving, and it’s actually helpful! He still has a dumb little anecdote/parable about the scorpion and the frog (which...in most circumstances I hate. It doesn’t even match what happens) but he gives Real Advice instead of vague asshole nonsense.

“I’m an Alpha, I never walk alone.” I have an inordinate affection for this line.

Paige is clearly some kinda bad bitch if she thought nothing of going to hang out in the school in the middle of the night with Derek.

Okay, but like...why would he attack Ennis like that if he was the one who asked him to bite Paige? And why is the moment played up “A fifteen-year-old boy against a giant” Derek was literally swatted to the side while Ennis walked out of the building. this wasn’t some big showdown.

If she’d already been bitten, why was Ennis still grabbing at her??

....seriously? Peter is literally right there? And no one noticed?

Again with the “Scott is a genius now” LIsten, bro, why the fuck would Scott know a sanskrit fable? If he Did know a story like that, it would be bc Deaton taught him. In which case he would know the FROG and the scorpion. Come on, guys.

OH MY GOD GERARD DOES IT TOO. GERARD, PETER, AND DEUC all have a CHRONIC case of verbal diarrhea when they’re trying to be intimidating.

I do NOT understand this warehouse scene. It’s a GAS gerard, if you stabbed yourself with some sort of...antidote or whatever it wouldn’t save you from the GAS you’re inhaling. At the very least you would be shouting like everyone else because it HURTS going in.

why did it take so long for Talia to come? It’s implied that Peter left to get her, so why did it take so long? Even PAST peter looks fucked up at seeing that Paige is dying, it’s not like he would wait.

I’ll be real, i get weepy so i’m skipping the actual death. Just know that it hurts me. Severely.

Y’all know how much I hate this ‘innocent life’ bullshit for blue eyes. It’s very True Alpha-y in that it’s impossible to pin down the specifics. What constitutes an ‘innocent life’? What constitutes taking it? With wolf claws? With a gun? What counts and what doesn’t count? Ugh.

Eyyy, so I’m exhausted and this is so long that my computer is fritzing. There are five minutes left and nothing happens in them at all. Just Scott pointing out the heartbeat thing and threatening to kill Gerard (so he’s still fine with murder at this point in time. Good to know). Stiles telling Cora that he doesn’t think Peter was telling the truth (which she would Know if he wasn’t) and that he’s gonna ask Derek about it (which we never got to see). And Deucalion murdering his own Beta (who, tbf, tried to kill him first. Which, again, what the fuck is up with Deaton’s office that wolves are able to rip each other apart in it, but it’s still ‘hard for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble.’ I’m just so confused

Final Thoughts: This episode actually had some interesting stuff in it, which is kind of sad considering there was no PLOT, just Exposition. I look forward to tweezing the bits out that I want and dumping the rest in the garbage where it belongs. Oh, and like I said, the music was on Point.

[kickasskody]

                          DAKOTA ‘ kody ’ PIERCE, a character study.  “just because i cannot see it, doesn’t mean i cannot believe it.” -- jack skellington

Character’s full name: dakota pierce Reason for name and/or meaning of name: kody’s parents met and fell in love in north dakota, and decided to name their son after the great state 💖 Character’s nickname: kody Reason for nickname: in middle school, kody didn’t think the name dakota was cool. but the name kody, the most generic white boy name ever , was definitely cool Birth date: december 13th, 2002. baby sagittarius 

Physical appearance Faceclaim: austin abrams Gender: cis male Height: 5″8 #shortking Build: scrawny boy body. looks like he couldn’t lift more than 30 pounds... PSYCH!!! he’s a vampire so he can actually lift several hundred pounds 🤪🤪🤪 Eye color: blue with little dark green specks Glasses or contacts?: not with that snazzy 4k vampire sight !! Distinguishing marks/scars: funny little frecklescape on his back that looks like this emoji 😦 Hair color: dirty blonde Type of hair: type 1, aka straight hair Hairstyle: gets up out of bed, looks in mirror. maybe tussles it a little bit. thats it Physical disabilities: none Mental disabilities: adhd Clothing style: sweaters sweaters sweaters. striped sweaters ( because the best time to wear one is all the time ), disney sweaters, sweaters with dogs on them. white collared shirts to go underneath most of them. denim jackets, a couple of them tattering with holes in the elbows. black skinny jeans -- like he owns four pairs of the same black skinny jeans. someone tell him that skinny jeans aren’t in style anymore. uses the same jansport backpack he’s had since the eighth grade with a sewn in epcot center patch on the front pocket. dirty checkered vans. falling apart high-top converse. it’s not that he’s poor and can’t afford new things, he just prefers all his old stuff.  Make up: has never worn any but wouldn’t be opposed to trying some !!

Personality Good personality traits: good at secret keeping, friendly and uplifting, loyal, thoughtful, great memory, cautious, playful. chaotic good energy  🥰 Bad personality traits: gullible, slightly obnoxious, constantly confused, easily distracted Mood character is most often in: cheery, happy as f, practically bouncing off the walls Sense of humor: goddamn hilarious!!! at least he thinks so lol Articulation: loud and occasionally stuttery. repeating himself pretty often. the type to get lost in the middle of conversation and have to take a second to mentally loop back and remember what exactly they were talking about. uses the word ‘ like ‘ way too much. talks with his hands a whole lot. constantly talking like he’s a kooky disney character on a mission. Character’s greatest joy in life: riding a mf’in roller coaster Character’s greatest fear: disneyworld getting blown up / physically hurting someone  Character is most at ease when: he’s curled up with his friends watching a disney movie Most ill at ease when: he’s laying in bed at night, pretending he’s sleeping since he can’t Enraged when: thinking about how there are vampires in bridgemead -- that they could turn other people, kill other people, or worse... harm his friends.  Depressed or sad when: drinking from a blood bag. watching disney pixar’s coco. thinkin’ about a disneyworld churro and how he’ll never be able to enjoy the taste of one again. Priorities: at the moment? trying not to hurt anybody.  Life philosophy: “Keep Moving Forward!” -- walt disney said that Greatest strength: his optimism / ability to take something sad or bad and turn it around! Greatest vulnerability or weakness: giving just about anyone the benefit of the doubt. 

Goals Drives and motivations: getting enough money to be able to travel the world and visit every disney park on the planet.  Immediate goals: graduating high school / helping the scooby gang solve mysteries Long term goals: roller coaster designer / engineer. create a haunted house / rollercoaster hybrid ride

Childhood Hometown: orlando, florida Type of childhood: the kind where he’s an only child, where his middle class parents live to please and spoil him, take him to whatever amusement park he wanted to go to and buy him all the best merch. the smile on his face was worth more than anything they ever could’ve purchased for themselves. kody probably would’ve had siblings, but his parents had complications getting pregnant again, and thus they lived to make sure he had the best life possible.  Pets: a cat named toulouse ( shoutout aristocats ), but he passed when kody was fifteen Most important childhood memory: waiting in line for five hours to ride harry potter and the forbidden journey at universal studios orlando. blew his little kid mind. Dream job: imagineer!! Religion: non-practicing christians. church on easter and christmas ONLY!

Present Current location: bridgemead, massachusetts Currently living with: his parents 💖 Pets: none Religion: agnostic Sexuality: currently questioning his sexuality. growing up he always felt attracted to both boys and girls, but has never been able to articulate it. he’s only ever expressed interest in women, but he has a fat crush on chris evans as captin america Politics: would be socialist if he cared enough to think about politics Occupation/education: bridgemead high school super senior Mode of transportation: his parents dark blue prius!! but only thursday - sunday

Family Parent one: marcus pierce -- drug store manager Relationship with them: kody and his dad are best buds! if it weren’t for his fathers love for rollercoasters, kody doesn’t know what his life would be like today. they used to play rollercoaster tycoon growing up and kody still cherishes those memories today. Parent two: tina pierce -- bridgemead city manager Relationship with them: kody and his mother have a very loving relationship. however, kody’s adoration for his mother dwindled when it was her job that forced them to move to bridgemead. he thinks of it as her fault that he doesn’t get to go to disneyworld anymore, and there’s a bitter part of him that thinks that if she hadn’t made them leave, he never would’ve become a vampire. he knows its wrong to attribute her to his curse, but sometimes when he’s really sad he cant help it.  Siblings: none Other important family members: his widowed aunt shirley who lives twenty minutes from disneyworld and occasionally would join them on their weekend visits to the parks. he misses her greatly 😩😩

Favorites Color: that bright electric blue color on the cinderella castle at disneyworld  Music: electronic Food: a disneyworld churro.  Film: the incredibles / scooby doo 2002 Drink: pink lemonadde mixed with sprite Form of entertainment: disney+ subscription. if that’s all he had, he’d be content. Most prized possession: a magic kingdom two day passport ticket from the 1980′s

Habits Hobbies: playing rollercoaster tycoon / designing rollercoasters on his computer. obsessively watching ghost club paranormal on youtube. bothering aj with the latest thing on his mind that she definitely doesn’t need to know about Plays a musical instrument?: nope. wishes he could though!  Plays a sport?: nope, but would be great at track now that he’s a vampire! How he would spend a rainy day: playing kingdom hearts II in his pajamas. Spending habits: great at hoarding all of his allowance! since he’s not spending it on food, he’s an excellent saver. pre-vampirism kody was not as cautious with his spending.  Smoking/drinking/drugs?: no way 🙅🏼 has yet to even try alcohol Extremely skilled at: cheering up his friends! finding the good in others and convincing them to see it too 🤗 Extremely unskilled at: stopping himself from crying when he’s sad / when he’s in the middle of crying. putting together pieces of their investigations. sure, he can find things -- but what the hell is he supposed to do with them once he’s got it?!?! Nervous tics: anxious picking at his cuticles. messing with his hair. aggressive foot tapping. scrolling through his phone without actually looking at anything.  Usual body posture: that boy has been working on rollercoaster code on his computer for YEARS. his body posture is absolutely RUINED! Mannerisms: constantly talking with his hands. bouncin’ around like tigger when something exciting happens. abbreviating things that don’t need to be abbreviated. the loudest in the room at all times.

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Leader or follower? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? HELL YEAH.

Self-perception How do they feels about themselves?: before the year 2020, kody actually quite liked himself! he realized that he was goofy and sometimes not everyones cup of tea, but for the most part, he knew he was a good guy who was a little obnoxious! now, he has mixed feelings about himself. vampirism has elevated a lot of his emotions and more often than not now, he dislikes himself for what he’s become, or what he could become if things turn bloody.  One word the character would use to describe themselves: spunky What does the character consider their best trait?: his compassion What does the character consider their worst trait?: his gullibility  What does the character consider their best physical characteristic?: his fluffy hair !! What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic?: that he’s a short king. stream short kings anthem by tiny meat gang How does the character think others perceive them?: he’s pretty sure most people think that he’s wildly annoying, but that doesn’t stop him from being fully himself most of the time!  What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: his vampirism!! get this shit out of him just make him a normal aging boy again!!

Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: kody is a big ole’ ball of love, and thus so, he tries to share that with everyone. strangers are treated with compassion, acquaintances are treated as old friends, and friends are treated like family. unless kody already knows someone to be a bad person, or is wary of them, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people one could ever meet. Opinion of the Scooby Gang: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it. Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others?: it depends on the topic, but for the most part, yes. when it comes to most scooby gang related endeavors, kody will share his thoughts -- if it’s something related to movies or tv, he’ll be talking your ear off for hours. if it’s something that could result in it hurting someone else, he’ll be quiet, and if his vampirism was ever to come into question, he’d be absolutely be suppressing it.  Most important person in character’s life: oh god, not to pick scooby gang favorites, but probably aj. she’s the closest thing he has to a sister, and he doesn’t know what he would do without their banter, and her support. Best friend/s: aj darke, dylan frye, & arabella byrne Dating experience: absolutely none. kissed 2 girls in the span of 2 years over 3 years ago. Romancing: kody wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to get someone to date him. all he knows is the stuff he’s seen on tv, watched in movies, or experienced around him ( such as his parents successful marriage, or his friends dating people ), but if it were to come down to him, he’d be extremely awkward. picture tom holland’s spiderman trying to talk to zendaya’s mj in far from home -- because that’s extremely accurate. kody isn’t trying to date anyone right now for a couple of reasons: one being that he’s too nervous, and not exactly looking for love, but if it were to happen... he wouldn’t run from it necessarily. but two being that his vampirism creates a bit of a problem for him, and he’s not sure if he should subject anyone to the curse he’s stuck with.

Extra Physicality: if necessary, could probably lift a car and throw it down the street. as of right now, doesn’t know how strong he really is / is more concerned about hurting his friends with this supposed strength than he is finding out how many hundreds of pounds he could lift. kody in a fight? probably losing within the first five seconds, unless bloods drawn and the instinct to pounce takes over. Species: vampire How do they feel about it?: hates it. would do anything to reverse it. wishes he had just stayed a little longer at karma cafe that night. or had never gone at all. How do they look in their supernatural form?: pretty much the same, however when he’s hungry and near blood, his eyes go all dark and bloodshot, and the veins around his eyes start to pulse ( basically just like vampire diaries ), but kody is unaware of this since he’s never seen it happen to himself or another vampire

[nosoactivehero]

FGO Mastersona Loredump

Because I am That Bitch.jpg, I’m throwing out a bunch of bullshit about my Mastersona/Gudasona/Master OC for Fate Grand Order. Also she’s currently featuring in a fanfic I’m writing, and have gotten two chapters down and posted. So uh....yeah. Trying to spur the writing brain into action. Here we go.

Placing most of this under a cut for the sake of length.

Possible trigger warning for body horror, in relation to scarring/injury.

 Yori Hirata is her name and her game is....well, it’s just saving the world, really. White Hair, half up in a loose bun held together with sticks. As time goes on, slowly loses the ability to do like...any other fucking hairstyle on her own, so it’s either the sticks, or one of her servants does her hair. On that note, hasn’t really cut it much since the Grand Order started. Chaldea has many things, but a barber doesn’t seem to be one of them. Regardless, it’s the bun, or she’s laying around while the likes of Nursery Rhyme or the Dress of Heaven does something with her hair.

Eyes are golden/amber in color, and can pull out a good “you are so fucked look when in the right mood. Fair skin, but as the years go on...well, she gains scars and injuries out the fucking wazoo. Like...by the time of the Lostbelts, she’s partially blind in her right eye. And at the very least, a few fingers in her left hand have been replaced.

Additionally, because I am very much That Bitch.mp3, there’s also corruption of the Command seal! Reaching down her arm, and spreading across her back. 

She is the daughter of Rin and Shirou, in a universe where FGO took place later on, and a few other things were changed. So why the white hair? Well...that’s all in gonna be in the fanfic, so no spoilers there.  But I can tell you that Rin and Shirou are currently living under false identities, and are wanted by the Mage’s Association.

First Servant pulled was Heracles. As time went on, he became part of the Buster ADATS Squad. (Codename for Anti DAT Shit Squad). Quetz and Ruler Martha are also on that squad.

Actually managed to bond with Olga Marie fairly quickly, meaning her death was even harder hitting.

Her main mystic code up until Solomon was the Mage’s Association Uniform, an implicit tribute to the late director...but it was basically burned apart in the Temple of Time. But with the poetic revenge completed, she’s at peace with that. Like it was already decaying after going through every singularity, but it definitely flew apart at the end of arc 1.

Cycles through Mystic Codes after that, has a unique Shinjuku outfit.

Her strategies can be summed in the phrase of “You’re playing Chess, I’m playing checkers” type of thinking. Stupid, direct plans that everyone thinks is too asinine to work in a million years. Singing “Ra Ra Rasputin” to put Ivan to sleep mid-battle? Might as well work.

On that topic? Sea Shanties, she adores them, sings them whenever there’s a sailor or a pirate in the vicinity. Cheers her right up, even at her lowest point. She’s built to be a swashbuckler.

Can cook, learn from her dad growing up. But for some reason Emiya hates her dad’s recipes, so her opportunities to cook are few and far between.

100% romances Mash. Took her out dancing in Babylonia one day, had a moment of realization as they twirled around. Namely, that she was in love. Had their first kiss right before rayshifting into Solomon. 

Top 5 closest servants(after Mash) in no particular order: Irisviel/Dress of Heaven, Heracles, Queen of Sheba, Robin Hood, and Quetzalcoatl. 

You cannot shut her up, do not attempt to shut her up, because she will bite, and yell louder. Verbally spars with Archer Gil on the regular.

She’s either 100% or 0% energy, farming with servants from down to dusk, or spending a day on the couch. No in-between. 

Brash, excitable, takes on everything with an absurd glee.

Really needs therapy.

Regularly needs someone to be a parent for a minute.

Hence the bond with Iri. Has also been adopted by the Emiya clan, forcibly.

Summoned Queen of Sheba WAYYY too early(like I did IRL), to the point where she’s still calling her Midrash to this day. They had a long heart to heart and cry after Solomon.

Carries a weapon on her person, once Mash can’t be by her side 24/7.

Speaking of that, struggles to fall asleep in Shinjuku, since she’s just that used to having Mash in close proximity. 

Has a music room built in Chaldea, slowly introducing servants to modern music.

Far too willing to just tackle Servants at random. 

Slowly picks up a handful of magecraft tricks as time goes on. Mostly the Einzbern birds.

Just...really a chaotic tired girl who’s trying to get her overdue backpay and vacation time.

Please, give her a vacation, one that doesn’t have her in a time loop.

And that...that’s all I got, really. I do have a drawing of her I commissioned stowed away, if you’re interested! But that’s about all I can think of right now.

[jichew]

bang yedam ♡ soft love song

pairing: gender-neutral character x bang yedam

genre: fluff

a/n: so this is kind of different than the bullet point fics i usually write, so i’m kind of iffy on posting this,,, but i’ve been wanting to write a rocker!yedam fic since i heard hard lov song so here we go!! i actually based this off of the vibe of hard love song, but then i read the lyrics halfway through writing this and i realized how angsty it was?? so i just ended up doing this and im kind of basing it off of yedam’s song u. enjoy!!

bang yedam. a name you’d only ever associate with good things. things like color coded notes and perfect grades and being early to class. a star studded student whom you’d only ever spot between the worn shelves of the library or at the front of your calculus class. there was an air of intrigue that surrounded bang yedam. a pronounced sense of anonymity, one could argue. he was top of the class, that much was evident. but everything else seemed a mystery. and it was almost like no one seemed to notice. except you.

perhaps it was for those reasons and more that you found the corners of your lips turning up as you entered the dimly lit bar that friday night. because on the stage, a guitar positioned around his torso, stood bang yedam. you had always considered the possibility that bang yedam lived a double life. something like hannah montana. straight a student by day, rock band guitarist by night. that had a nice ring to it, as well.

you couldn’t help but notice the air of confidence that surrounded him. this doesn’t go to say that bang yedam was not a confident person. it’s more so the idea that perpetual sweater paws and bangs that are long overgrown don’t exactly scream confidence. but under the neon blue lights, it seemed as if bang yedam was the only person in the room. perhaps, the only person in the world. his bangs were parted at the middle, slightly matted to his forehead with sweat. his eyes almost seemed to sparkle under the lighting, or perhaps that was merely because this was your first time not seeing them behind a curtain of bangs. the sleeveless top adorning his torso highlighted his biceps, toned with the constant strumming of his guitar. maybe it was a bit superficial of you to take into account his looks. then again, it’s only fair to appreciate a man who looks so ethereal while playing guitar.

but most of all, you were enraptured by his voice. a sweet sound that rose and fell at all the right moments. a unique tone that made everyone stop what they were doing and look in awe upon the teenage boy on stage. a melody that seemed to encase your body in its warmth, tendrils entering every accessible part of you and rewiring your brain to only think “bang yedam, bang yedam, bang yedam”. and maybe something in the air allowed for him to hear your thoughts, because right then, he lifted his head. between his drenched bangs and the throng of people scattered in front of you, bang yedam found your eyes. and he winked.

                                                           ~

it wasn’t until later that night, after the soles of your feet had long been worn out from dancing, that you decided to seat yourself at the bar. your friends were still going strong on the dance floor, attempting their own rendition of swan lake as a folk tune played from the speakers above. and perhaps you would’ve gotten back up to join them if it wasn’t for the presence that took up space in the seat next to you. looking over, it seemed as if bang yedam was a juxtaposition personified - silver hoops lining his ears and biceps on display, yet his face wore a shy smile, head tilting to cover his eyes with his bangs yet again. it was an endearing sight, you could admit that much.

“uh.. hey.. you’re in my calc class right?” he asked, with the slightest tilt of his head, body leaning towards you. you almost giggled at the shy tone of his voice. it was cute.

“yup.. thats me”

“ahh.. “ he awkwardly bobbed his head in what seemed to be a nod “well my name’s bang yedam”

“i know who you are” you finally let out a giggle, head turning to fully face him. his mouth was slightly open, eyes wide. and suddenly he was leaning back, head fervently nodding, almost as if you had just said the most interesting thing he had heard all day. you found this cute as well.

a drop of silence fell between you two. in which the both of you chose to stare straight ahead, one thinking of what to say next and one quite content just sitting idle. it wasn’t awkward, though. more so the silence that occurs when snowflakes blanket the ground in white. a silence indeed, but an easy silence. a comfortable white noise.

“so... can i get you something to drink?” he suddenly turned towards you, head shaking so his bangs allowed for a sliver of his eyes to be visible.

“you know we’re underage right?” you deadpanned.

“ahh... right” he turned his head back to hide the rosy color that slowly found it’s way to his cheeks at the realization of his statement. “you want some water?”

it was at this moment that you knew you liked bang yedam.

                                                           ~

the next six months seemed to pass by in a frenzy of schoolwork, sleep deprivation and too many late nights at the bar. most of all, your next six months were accompanied by none other than bang yedam. after a week or two, you made it a habit to come to the bar every friday to see him and his band play. and every single friday, you both sat side by side at the bar and talked through the night. sometimes he would walk you to the nearest convenience store before he called a taxi for you. other times, on earlier nights, he would walk all the way to the bus and ride to your neighborhood with you, despite his home being in the exact opposite direction.

at first glance, bang yedam seemed cold - an unattainable mystery. he seemed like sharp edges and strict parents and classical music. but oh, how different he actually was. it seemed that the more you hung out with him, the more you realized just how misconstrued your ideas of him actually were.

bang yedam is soft. bang yedam is gummy smiles and checkered sweaters and hot chocolate that’s way too sweet for the average human being. and perhaps food preferences are the best reflector of a person, because bang yedam is too sweet for his own good. he doesn’t mind spending hours at the library teaching you how to integrate. and he doesn’t mind buying you a coffee every wednesday morning, never forgetting how you like your order. he also cries a lot. like the time he found out his friend was being redistricted to another school, he cried for hours into a vat of chocolate ice cream while you let your fingers comb through his hair. (it was kind of funny, because, after about a week of phone calls, his friend ended up staying at the same school anyway)

bang yedam is also confident. all combat boots and leather jackets and shiny electric guitars. if you didn’t consider him such an integral part of your life, you would probably be another fangirl of his and call him hot. but then again, having a crush on him wasn’t any better.

                                                             ~

you wouldn’t consider it to be a surprise - your crush on bang yedam that is. he was just one of those boys that was easy to crush on. the perfect mix of kind and attractive and smart and all things in between. often times, you allowed yourself to daydream of the prospect that he liked you back. a daydream in which the notes he left in your backpack were more than just reminders to ‘get your ass out of bed and do work’ and the smiles he sent you from the stage were more than just friendly. but more often than not, you would shut down these thoughts, because having bang yedam as a friend is something you wouldn’t compromise for love.

and perhaps, for that very reason, you found it odd that bang yedam invited you to the club that friday night. you had always thought that a silent agreement had formed between you two that you would be present at his gigs every friday, so when you received a text that read “be at the bar, friday at 6 pm xx -yedam” you were a bit confused. nonetheless, you zipped your boots up to your ankles and walked the distance to the bar. opening the door, you were surprised when you were met with complete darkness. checking the time on your phone, you found that it was only 5:56 PM. the bar shouldn’t be closed at this time?

before you could move to do or say anything, a single blue light came on above the stage. and standing below, guitar in tow, was none other than bang yedam. it was silent for a second and you couldn’t quite make out his face under the dim lighting. as you were about to say something, a light melody started playing from his guitar. that’s when bang yedam started singing. there was something a little more ethereal about him tonight. perhaps it was the fact that he was standing on stage, yet he was uncharacteristically wearing an oversized sweater. perhaps it was the tone of his voice, something softer and sweeter, as if he wanted you to hang on to the end of his every word. perhaps it was the lyrics that flowed from his mouth, a story of a love that blooms like the flowers in the spring.

and as these words dripped from his lips like honey, you found that same smile tugging at the corners of your own. so when the last notes of the song had died out, you hopped onto the stage. and in a small twist of courage, you leaned on your tip toes and kissed bang yedam.

[jacktherph]

Hey Jack! Hope your day is going well! I was wondering if you could give us an opinion? That would be great! Thanks!

hi there @redmourhq! i’m happy to give you an opinion. you specified public as being okay, but let me know if you want me to take it down at any time.

NOTE: all opinions expressed here are mine, jack’s, belonging to jack. i make no claims to knowing what is best for every group – i only offer advice based on my experiences, what i’ve seen in the community, and my personal knowledge. no one person knows what is best for you or any group other than yourself; because you were the one who put all of this together in the first place. so take everything i say as a suggestion, and remember that you have accomplished so much!!

and if you have any questions, want feedback on something specific, or want elaborations on anything said in this opinion, don’t hesitate to message me!!

start: 1.12 | pause: none | end: 1.30TOTAL: 18 minutes to read all pages; not including character bios, supernatural lore

So on first glance at the main, while personally I’m not a big fan of contained themes (something I say in a lot of my opinions but seriously, it’s the choice of the admins) you guys have definitely utilized the space and what you’re given to the best ability. Personally I’m not sure having to scroll for long asks works well with your page but if you haven’t had any problems with it so far I don’t see a problem with it in the long run. Your color palette is really interesting -- like that lighter tone but with the muted psd that ends up washing out the color tones? Normally for a supernatural rpg I’d say something darker might be what you want to go for but in this case it actually works?? When you look at the encompassing plot to take the color scheme in, I mean. I also like that you have the admin names and timezones listed at the bottom, though it took me a minute to realize they’re hovers.

The one suggestion I’d make is your main links don’t have a hover to tell you what they are: if you know how to add that I’d suggest you do so, just to make it easier for people. [ In the code, go to where your links on the main page are, should be something like: (symbol code), all you have to do is put this in: title=”ASKBOX”>(symbol code) and you’re good! If you choose to pursue this let me know and I’d be happy to help. ]

For your Collapsible Sidebar: I think it’s a great idea and I don’t know if it came with the code or if you guys manually put it in, but it really works in providing more information for people like me who aren’t too fond of the minimalist structure of contained main themes. One thing: “truly” is misspelled as “truely.” Like with the ask portion I don’t think having enough content to make it need a scroll is a good idea, simply because of the space it takes up? You don’t end up needing to scroll to see anything hidden but it does have a small scroll bar that sort of makes things uneven. Maybe cut a line of text? I like all the links your provide as well, because they’re informative, clean, and give a potential member what they would need.

So in looking at your Plot page is when I noticed the contrast between the text color and the background color on the posts is kind of similar -- it might be harder to see for people with selective color blindness or who have worse eyesight than I do, and I have four eyes already. Maybe consider making one lighter or the other darker? Just to emphasize the difference between them for accessibility sakes. The content however is good and summarizes everything well while also giving that sort of “previously on…” vibe needed for rpgs like yours with a bit of background knowledge needed in order to engage a character fully in the group.

Your Rules are good and cover all the bases I look for in an rpg, however there are a few things I had questions about/wanted to bring to your attention. For one thing, your first point about “all adult content being under a read more” sort of contradicts/confuses itself with a later point about “all smut/nsfw content must happen on a different server and not on the dash.” Do you see what I mean? Because reading the first point makes me think I, as a potential member, can write smut so long as it’s under a read more, and then you tell me I have to write it somewhere else. Maybe find a way to put those two points together and say “yes, smut needs to be on a different server, but when you post it please use a read more.” Also, “NSFW” is a tag now flagged by tumblr’s updated content policy, so you shouldn’t ask your members to use it lest their blogs be flagged; “smut” is the current workaround used by other rpgs including my own. Your members will understand.

Your informational pages (Districts, Species, Founders, etc) I’ll compile into one paragraph because I don’t want to waste your opinion on things that you created and I really don’t have a place to judge. I will say that because of the large amount of content on your Locations page you might want to consider condensing it or finding a page theme that suits your needs? There was just a lot of scrolling and I ended up getting lost after a while. Also, you might have Funeral Home listed twice?? You definitely do but I couldn’t tell if they were different locations. For your Founders page look at the theme you use and see how it looks outside of the text box; because it does look a little disjointed. Separating them with line breaks like

might help, but otherwise maybe change up the stylizations you use to show they are different contents.

Your formal Character Page is probably the best I’ve seen out of all uses of that theme -- including my own. The fact that you guys have painstakingly taken the time to crop and design each unique person’s image with the same background and fit them to the psd coloring you use is, honestly, it’s like a designer’s wet dream to be honest and I love it. While the dozen or so filter categories ends up being “a lot” after a while I can understand why you wanted to do it and what you’re trying to achieve with them. Just so you know, under the Halfling section you have a character listed as a “Half Elf” but she doesn’t appear on the “All” section of the halflings. Might be an error but I wanted to point it out.

Your Applications (Wanted included) and forms in general are well formatted and easy to navigate and understand. I like that you included a sample application at the bottom! Is there a reason the only different applications are for the Ghosts and Demons but not the other species? If so, ignore that question! I trust y’all to know what you need for your group.

My FAVORITE THING about this rpg: the completion of your concept. You guys knew you’d have a lot to include and work on in what you were thinking and there’s honestly nothing that I’m not given that leaves me thinking “I need more information on this.” Or at least nothing that I don’t feel like I can reach out to the admins about, you know? So well done on taking your idea and bringing everything needed for it to the table.

My LEAST FAVORITE THING about this rpg: your spelling and grammar errors. I debated finding everything I could catch and including it but it ended up being more of a chore on my part than anything. There are many places where things are misspelled, the incorrect tense is used, the it’s vs its rule isn’t followed, and other grammar choices aren’t followed correctly. This totally happens! Nobody's perfect. But I had grammar hammered into me so I notice it more than most. My recommendation is just go through each of your pages and either put them through a check like the one provided on Microsoft Word or find another way to go through your content with a spell/grammar checker. It does a world of good for professionalism and just looking like a more well-run rpg.

OVERALL I’m a fan of your group! I like the fresh take on the supernatural-people-living-in-a-town concept and the way you change up the genre in your own way. You’re complete, like I said earlier, but there are just a few extra steps that can be taken to turn this good rpg into a great one.

Sincerely,Jack

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