#i might as well include that tag now

[distant-velleity]

Less Than Meets the Eye

Summary: Set in the past - Davis is about to leave for NRC, and there's a loose end at RSA he still doesn't want to tie up before he goes. Word count: 1.2k+ A/N: Hey. Hey so. I realized that despite putting it on his wiki doc, I wanted to give a bit more context on Davis' time at RSA (and also I never really talk about what happened between Davis and his ex Jacques, even if it's only brushed upon a little bit here) so......... Uh.................... Some angst :) for you :))) Enjoy !!!

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“Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

It was inevitable. When one became unmatched in power—when one touched a facade of the stars and let the false altitude get to their head—there was no getting through to them. Just like there was no getting through to their ridiculous and abusive teenage tyrant of a dorm leader, not right now, and there was no getting through to…

Davis grit his teeth and shook his head. There wasn’t any point in thinking about that, not when he had a bag to pack and an ebony carriage to catch. 

“Need any help?” asked Anthony, sitting backwards in his chair so he hugged its backrest. Beneath the brim of his hat and the untameable curls of his hair, his brows were furrowed.

“No,” Davis said, sounding hollow even to himself. “I’ve got it.” He hesitated, and then remembered to add, “Thanks, though.”

“Don’t mention it. S’the least I can do.” Looking uncomfortable, Anthony chewed on his candy cigarette. “It’s sorta our fault that youse bein’ expelled, anyway.”

Halfway through folding his ceremonial dress robes, Davis froze, and then continued with a sort of muted anger to him. “Don’t say that, Racetrack,” he replied firmly. “It was my choice.”

And there was someone else who was more to blame. Someones else, plural.

“Yeah, but now ya gotta go all the way across the island to NRC. And this is gonna be on your record,” Anthony pointed out. “Youse the smartest outta all of us, but ya didn’t even get ta’ finish your first year here…”

Davis sighed. “It is what it is. I just…” He swallowed a small lump in his throat. 

It was hard to admit he might have bitten off more than he could chew. Maybe if he was stronger, or more confident, he could’ve stopped it all sooner before even more students got hurt—

The door creaked open, and Anthony looked over. Thinking it was just one of their other roommates, Davis didn’t do the same—but Anthony spat out, “You,” with such venom that it could really only have been a certain sophomore.

Davis looked back over his shoulder. In the doorway stood Jacques, looking far too comfortable in his fresh new school uniform. Just the sight of it, an unsullied white jacket and nice vest underneath as a replacement for his old one—it was sickening.

“I just wanna talk,” said Jacques evenly before anything else could happen, his tone uncharacteristically devoid of emotion and his eyes avoiding meeting their gazes.

Slowly, Anthony rose from his chair. “You got a lotta nerve, comin’ in like this,” he hissed, so low in his throat it was almost a growl. “Wanna talk, huh? Like how ya talked alla us into trustin’ you? How ‘bout you ‘talk’ to these hands instead?!”

In one sharp, furious movement, he brought his bandaged fists up to chin level. Jacques twitched, as if ready to mirror the fighting stance.

“Racetrack,” Davis interrupted instead. “You should go get breakfast and head to class.”

His meaning—I need to talk with Jacques one-on-one—came off clear, and Anthony’s hands fell back to his sides. “But—”

“Racer.”

Anthony finally backed off, shoulders slumping. “Just… text me if he tries anythin’ funny, Davey.” As requested, he left—though not without a death glare at Jacques.

…And then there were two.

Davis inhaled sharply. “You—”

“I meant it,” muttered Jacques, cutting Davis off. “I do just wanna talk wit’ ya.”

“Because this is a great time to do it,” Davis commented dryly. “I leave for Night Raven College in an hour, so you chose now, instead of all the times I tried to talk to you in the past two weeks.”

To his credit, Jacques didn’t flinch, though his frown deepened. “Things changed. None’a this was s’posed to happen. Davey—”

Davis held up a hand to stop him. “I don’t care that you gave me the nickname. Don’t call me that.”

He watched Jacques visibly bite back a remark about how Anthony had used it just now. Even someone so egotistical and smooth-talking had to recognize when all trust and familiarity in him had been lost. “Listen, just… S’probably for the best that you’re leavin’. That you’re gettin’ away from all’a this.”

Ridiculous. Davis usually took pride in being levelheaded, but right now, he felt nothing more than tired and frustrated.

 “And that I’m leaving all the boys in your care. Right. Because you’re so trustworthy and admirable right now,” was his sarcastic reply.

“That won’t matter.” Jacques crossed his arms, the starchiness of his new jacket rubbing against itself. “They’re gonna call off the movement once you’re gone. No point in it anymore. We’s just gonna go back to our normal lives.”

“You—what?” Not for the first time around Jacques, Davis found himself at a loss for words. “So those months of rallying everyone were for nothing? We’re just gonna sweep all the greed and blackmail and physical abuse under the rug?”

“It’s safer this way,” argued Jacques. “The dorm leader won’t get aggressive if we don’t. You know this.”

“And everyone will just have to suffer in silence until he and all of his lackeys graduate, dealing with the scars of it for the rest of their life while he gets off easy.” 

Jacques didn’t move for a moment, then shrugged stiffly, helplessly. It was infuriating to just watch, let alone acknowledge that this had been their ‘leader’ all along. He’d put on such a wonderful show of caring and being charming, and then…

“On second thought,” Davis began, starting to tremble with stifled anger, “maybe it’s for the best that you ditched everyone. You make an awful leader when you’re not just the face of the movement; when you peel away that pretty face of yours, this is what’s underneath. They obviously don’t need you—”

He stepped forward, with more to say and only so much time to say it.

“—but I’m the one who has to go, while you stay? What a joke.” Davis scoffed derisively. “But at least our dear dorm leader knows an enemy when he sees one. ‘Cause—remember all those ideas and plans we shared, all those fancy words you said?”

For a fraction of a second, their eyes finally met.

“Don’t forget that those were mine first,” snapped Davis.

Looking at Jacques’ expression was like viewing a stone sculpture in a museum—once the retaliating yelling had begun, he’d retreated into himself, pensive and cold and distant. It was the same kind of face he’d had when it first got out that he’d taken a bribe for his silence and inaction.

“Yeah, well,” he murmured, “you never had the guts to say ‘em, did ya?”

That stung far more than it should have. Davis clenched his hands into fists. “And you didn’t have the guts to stick around and hang on when we were just about to win, but I guess I can’t be talking, now can I?” He let that retort sink in, before exhaling and pointing to the door. “I’m done talking to you, Jacques. Get out—please and thank you.”

Jacques stepped back, but didn’t leave. He opened his mouth to say something.

“You wanted to talk,” Davis said flatly, tone clipped, “and I let you talk. And you fucked it up right away. So take your shiny new clothes and your new pals and your stupid face, and get out.”

Finally conceding, Jacques managed to dodge eye contact one last time—like the liar he was—and left the room swiftly. 

Once again, Davis was on his own.

[quarks-pussy]

[Images description: Twelve pictures of Star Trek actors. The phrase "thank you for being both amazing actors and amazing people" is written across most of the images one word at a time, except for the two images in the middle. The middle images are of William Shatner, reading "not you!" and Robert Beltran, reading "or you for that matter". The actors in the other images are George Takei, René Auberjonois, DeForest Kelley, Gates McFadden, Wil Wheaton, Kate Mulgrew, Patrick Stewart, Siddig El Fadil (aka Alexander Siddig), Nichelle Nichols and Leonard Nimoy. End image description.]

Non exhaustive list of course. Many more such cases, in fact feel free to add

(insp)

[chiropteracupola]

Bodies in my wake / Noose 'round my neck / I'm comin' back again / Better make it quick!

[iamfuckingsorry]

So I know the fandom loves seeing young Kim as a punk, with leather jackets and combat boots and a million pins and patches and in general fairly anti-establishment and also somewhat openly gay at least within the community

And I'm not gonna lie I love it too

But there's also this idea that I can't get out of my mind, and it's Kim in what is called "epa-kultur" over here. 15 year old kids too young to have a driver's license or a car, but one of the friends in the group has six older siblings and managed to get one of those cars that are only supposed to go up to 40 kmph that you can drive with a moped license, but that can definitely go up to like 150 if you flip the right switches. It's 30 years old and absolutely shit but you all love it anyway. You drive around, a shitty speaker in the back playing terrible electronic music too loud to really hold a proper conversation while inside, nine kids packed like sardines sitting on each other's laps (one of the backseats is taken up by a speaker), ending up in an unused parking lot to get drunk on 3% beer. The car's broken half of the time but that just means you play bad music and get drunk on cheap beer while trying to fix it with random parts you got from a friend of a friend of a friend, always fucking up in some way no matter how hard you try so the car will inevitably break down again within a week. Until you eventually really do get fairly good at fixing it, and then you just end up checking all the bolts and connections all the time instead. And like it's definitely a small town/rural thing over here. It definitely would not be a thing in Revachol, and especially not in the part of Revachol Kim grew up in, where you're happy to have a roof over your head and food to eat and you're probably reasonably rich compared to your neighbours if your family has a car. And while it's very different nowadays especially with younger kids you could still get a lot of the ideas common in more conservative areas, about gender roles and queer people and whatnot.

And I just love the idea of 15-year-old Kim with a group of other kids like this, feeling a tiny little bit like he finally belongs somewhere for the first time, trying to figure out a way to get some money for a car part for his friend's car, drinking even though he doesn't really want to because that's what you're supposed to, casually making sexist jokes that make him strangely uncomfortable even though he doesn't really understand why, fully convinced the only reason he tries to find any excuse to spend time with this one guy that is so impressive and knows so much about cars is because it's the first time he's found a good friend, because why else would you feel this way about a guy

and then after a couple of years maybe he does bring up possibly feeling a certain way about men when he's a bit drunk and he immediately gets made fun of, and when he doesn't react fast enough and say that obviously he was kidding, eww that would be so gross, he gets called a hundred different slurs without hesitation, not just homophobic ones but racial ones too, and he realizes once again that there really isn't a single place in this world where someone like him could truly belong, no matter how it might feel in the moment.

(and then maybe he does get a leather jacket and some patches a few years after that lol)

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[agoodfriendtoyou]

You ever see that something doesn’t exist/isn’t a thing yet, and you think “Well now I gotta be the one to do this.”?

Well that’s what happened with an idea I have for a bugsnax dnd au. I’ve seen that people have made grumpuses a playable race in dnd, but I’ve never seen anyone imagine an au for bugsnax based off of dnd. There’s 2 routes you could go with this:

The characters are in a dnd world

The characters play a dnd campaign

I ended up choosing the latter, because I thought it’d be fun to make dnd characters inspired by how I imagine bugsnax characters would play.

I’ve split the snaxburg group into 2 dnd campaigns, because the idea of managing a campaign of 13 players sounds like absolute hell.

The group I have drawn is a campaign run by Eggabell, with Wambus, Cromdo, Chandlo, Triffany, Lizbert, and Gramble as players. I honestly have a whole plot for the campaign in my head, but I don’t wanna get into that now, so instead I’ll show you what their characters look like, and some general information about the characters and the players play-style

These Are The Lads

I’m gonna go from left to right with some basic info

Octavio Hailstone

Storm Sorcerer Blue Dragonborn

Played by Wambus

First time playing, but he gets into character.

Amanda Skullcrush

Berserker Barbarian Orc

Played by Cromdo

Also first time playing, and is good at combat. Horrible at the role play though 😔

Charlie Brightshot

Sharpshooter Aarakocra

Played by Chandlo

Seen Snorpy play, has absorbed knowledge of the game through osmosis.

Talulah Bonebound

Undead Warlock Stoneperson(homebrew

Played by Triffany

She’s played a bit before when she was younger, but is still learning the new system

Jessica Woodgaurd

Beastmaster Ranger Gnome

Played by Lizbert

Has played before with Eggabell, and surprisingly never played ranger.

Ashton Nightwatcher

Dream Druid Dryad(homebrew)

Played by Gramble

Played some in middle school, but not much since.

(Edit: had to reupload the image bc it was crunched up)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fun connection on this archived kickstarter update from the 2011 production/s of "the bus" as found by @broadway-heere-i-come ft. many pics from their trip to wichita, kansas for several performances there, including this one

fantastic stuff & was noticing that it seems like partly legible lyrics back there, which sent me over to consult that q&a sincerely me vlog again like hang on lol. and sure enough

lo, behold

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: hoping to have all the fic revisions up by saturday (long shot tbh) or wednesday!

[francesderwent]

Lockwood & Co Quote x Screencap Posts:

“What Resembles The Grave But Isn’t” x the Portland Row trio

“Hello My Old Heart” x Anthony Lockwood

“Chinese Satellite” x Anthony Lockwood

“Let’s Get Married” x the Portland Row trio

“The Cold” x Anthony Lockwood

“Electric Touch” x Lucy

Lockwood & Co Meta Posts

Lockwood, Courage, Chesterton, & Death

Lucy and Self-Sacrifice

Lucy, The Room, and Fairy-Tales

Creeping Shadow, Unconditional Love, and Selflessness with @magpie-trove  

Lockwood & Co Crossover Posts:

B99 x Lockwood & George

Parks & Rec x Lockwood & Flo

John Mulaney x Lucy

The Good Place x Lockwood

The Bear x Lockwood & Flo

Tan France x Lucy

New Girl x Lockwood & Co series

Miraculous Ladybug x Lockwood & Co

James Acaster x Lockwood

BTVS x Kipps

ATS x Locklyle

Lockwood & Co fanfiction:

“harmonies for the left behind” a Mary and Lucy Carlyle story

Other Tags:

Lockwood & Co liveblogging tags: the show and the books

general show tag for reblogs

songs and lyrics for Lockwood & Co

[mattodore]

vanishing without explanation for six days

[st4rstudent]

Unfortunately, it has gone quite slow. This writing thing has HANDS!!! It's just a short one story since I haven't actually wrote anything in a whiiileeeee. i think its about maybe halfway done

[majorshatterandhare]

I started a piece of art today which is based on some plant species* that I think would be good to colonize Tim in @gunpowder-tim’s headcanon of the Persephone Tim headcanon; so it’s art based on a headcanon of a headcanon of a headcanon 😅 [sweat simle emoji].

It’s gonna take a long time I think, but I am planning on posting it here even though it’s just gonna be plants and no Tim (because I am much better at drawing these little doodle plants than drawing people).

*so the art is basically of real species we have on Earth, but I maintain that they wouldn’t have the same plants on the City, so in my brain his plants are just similar to these ones.

[astranauticus]

doing some robit sketches

[foxgloveinspace]

My dumbass brain…. I can not read sleep token fic (I still try) but by gosh do I have a magnum opus of a fic I could write for them.

[vanillabat99]

I am craving fried rice but it is 5:45AM and I am exhausted.

[exisntidonot]

So I was googling old tv shows I used to watch, procrastinating on my homework, and guess what show popped into my head, after not seeing it for a very, very, very long time?

The haunting hour.

I only remember that show because it used to be on YTV, at like, 10-11 o'clock at night, and I would watch it. I was really obsessed with the show, even though I barely understood what was going on.

And the nightmares. I used to get really, really bad nightmares after I watched the show, and after like 3 months of me watching it, and getting nightmares of it, my mom enforced a screen-time limit, mainly for shows after 9:00.

And I remember that show so damn much, mainly because of the body horror stuff, and how freaked out I was over it.

Anyways, one of my most vivid memories of the show was this one about this kid who was obsessed with ancient egypt stuff gets frickin. sucked back into time to be essentially another person's body or something??

And I googled it I googled rl stine show ancient egypt and I finally found the name of it. I'm gonna watch that episode, and get me a bit of nostogia