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superstar-nan · 1 year ago

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Fight Tooth and Nail

Day 1

Summary: Your best friend goes missing after working a shift as an overnight security guard for the upcoming horror attraction Fazbear's Fright. You masquerade as a journalist to investigate their disappearance and find yourself with more questions. Questions that only a murderous animatronic intent on killing you has answers to.

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Fun stuff: Springtrap/Reader/Michael, gender neutral reader, cannon typical violence, vv slow burn and romance is more implied kinda?? I'm very aromantic and the characters have complex relationships. william and michael are very much corpses and very much gross. Uploaded from my Ao3.

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Your eyes flitted from the hastily scrawled note in your hand to the crumbling building in front of you. You knew it was supposed to look rundown to add to the scare-factor, but even from the back Fazbear’s Fright seemed more likely to receive several health code violations over screams. Maybe it was the broad daylight, or maybe it was the metal beam that collapsed in front of you right at that moment, but you couldn’t imagine the horror attraction gaining as much attention as the newspaper clipping led you to believe.

You hesitantly opened the back door, praying another metal beam wouldn’t collapse on top of you. It was unlocked, just as the man on the phone said it would be.

“Hello?” You said, before reeling back into the fresh air outside. The stench coming from inside wafted in a plume of rotten eggs and sweat. You gagged, taking in a couple gulps of fresh air, and then steeled yourself as you entered the building. The door shut with an uncharacteristic soft click behind you.

“Hello?” You called out again. You blinked a few times, trying to adjust your eyes to the dark interior.

“Over here!” A hand waved out of a room to your right with a dim, ghastly yellow-green light spilling from its doorway.

You walked into the room; an office filled with grime (possibly decorational), loose wires (hopefully decorational), and trash (definitely not decorational). A young man with a nonchalant grin swiveled on his chair to face you. He said your name and you nodded.

“Awesome,” He held out his hand in a wide, informal handshake, which you returned. His grip was loose and a bit sweaty. “I was the guy on the phone.”

“Oh,” You said as you distractedly looked around the office. There were big boxes filled with Fazbear Entertainment merchandise along with character posters plastered on the walls. “It’s nice to meet you in person.”

“For sure, for sure,” He started clicking through security footage, drawing your attention.

You noticed there were quite a bit of people throughout the building, all splattering blood stains or grimming-up corners to make the attraction just a touch more spooky. You bit your lower lip. Would any of them be willing to reveal some information to you, or would they keep you from investigating anything useful?

“Welp,” He clapped his knees and stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Why don’t I show you around? You can get the gist of all the best scares of the place for... uh, who’d you say you write for again?”

“Scary Attractions Monthly,” You said, taking out a pen and notebook. It was a fake name for... something. Maybe a magazine or blog. You didn’t put too much thought in it and apparently neither did he.

No, you weren’t here to write a glowing article on a mediocre, somewhat distasteful, and very unsanitary hazard of a horror attraction like you said you were.

You were here because of a call. A call you received at four in the morning. A call you didn’t pick up, but you wished you did.

“Right, that,” He said in a way that told you he was going to forget it again. “Well, you’re gonna love the place, we found some real legit relics!”

You just hummed as you followed him out of the room.

“The attraction opens in like a week, so everyone’s been working extra hard to make sure everything works, and nothing catches on fire.” He stopped in front of a disassembled torso of Freddy. “Uh, not that anything would, that was, uh, “off-the-record” .”

“Right.” You said, pretending to cross something out.

“Yeah, so when the place opens, people will come in at the opposite end of the building, and work their way towards where you came in; that’s the exit. We’ve got some totally vintage relics, man. Like this foxy head, super authentic.”

You squinted at it.

“Like, it’s not a crappy cosplay for sure .”

That made you think it was a crappy cosplay.

“But it’s not just these totally authentic pieces that make the place, the whole place is rigged super vintage.”

You stepped to the side as two employees rushed past you, holding a heavy box of miscellaneous mechanical parts, “What do you mean?” You asked.

“Like, the whole place is built like it’s 1987, just like from the missing kids stuff,” It felt a little insensitive to refer to that tragedy as the ‘missing kid stuff’ . “The ventilation, the electronics, even the cameras and stuff, all for that authenticity.”

You swallowed, “So there’s no security footage?”

“Nah, but we’ve got a guard on around-the-clock, even overnight, so it’s perfectly safe.” You already knew that. Your best friend was an overnight security guard.

Suddenly, a pipe burst, spewing some white, cloudy vapor rapidly at an employee who was struggling to get the pipe under control.

“And is the ventilation perfectly safe?” You asked.

“Heheh,” he started to sweat. “Basically, I mean. He’s probably fine. Here,” He turned you around to a different hallway, “Let’s go this way, you gotta see the coolest part of the attraction.”

You followed him to an area with no one present. It was an odd feeling going from a busy part of the attraction to this place of complete emptiness, and you finally found the creeping horror of the attraction. With the molding tiled floor that was once bright, the low-ambient lighting flickering on-and-off, and the decades-old child’s drawings interspersed on the walls, the place really felt haunted.

Then, the smell of rot and decay hit your nose in a crashing wave. You held your nose and gagged. It was worse than when you walked into the attraction, and then you knew why this area was so empty.

“You gotta get that pen out because you’re not gonna believe this,” He said. “We got one, a real one!” He looked back at you gagging and coughing. “Oh. Yeah, the smell is, like intense , but you get used to it quick.”

“What do you mean...?” Your sentence was lost on you as your entire focus was drawn to figure in the corner.

A very large figure in the corner. A rotten bunny animatronic that towered in the shadows.

Chills danced up your spine in your visceral fear. You were stalled by some animal instinct you didn’t know you had.

It was large and lumbering and fully intact—ruined and soiled with time. It had to have been nearly seven feet tall, even as it stood motionless in its hunch. It looked almost half a century old, and even in its decayed state you could still see the design of what it once was: a golden Bonnie suit now corrupted a dingy green by age and rot.

Your heart beat slowed when you realized it wasn’t moving. It was just an animatronic; part of the attraction. Even as you followed your guide towards it, its eyes flashed with reflected light in a way that was perfectly terrifying. This really was a great find for the attraction.

“So cool, isn’t it?” He said, knocking on the animatronic’s mildewy chest, and though logically you knew that wasn’t dangerous, you couldn’t help the drop in your gut as he touched the thing. “It’s like it was made for this place.”

“No kidding.” You said, and you meant it. Honestly, that animatronic might’ve been the scariest thing you had ever seen, let alone the scariest part of the attraction. You dared to take a few steps closer to it. You weren’t able to pull your eyes away from it, almost as if you did it would lunge at you.

Its eyes looked too human. You wanted to throw up.

“Yeah, so spooky.” He also was transfixed, but not for as long as you were. “You wouldn’t believe how long it took to find it! We found some vintage audio training cassettes with it. We’ll probably have them playing, like over the speakers while people walk through the attraction. It’ll make the place feel legit .”

The cassettes didn’t even cross your mind, “Does it still work?”

“Uh, yeah, probably.”

You were finally able to pull your eyes away from the rotted Bonnie. “Probably?”

“Well, I’ve never seen it move, and no one else has either, but nobody moves it and sometimes it’s not in the same place so probably. The cassettes mention something about the suits following kid noises, but I haven’t seen that either. And uh, we’ve got a guard checking the cameras all the time, so it's not dangerous.”

He said that so nonchalantly you were baffled, “Are you sure about that? Didn’t somebody get bitten by one of these things years ago?”

He started to sweat, “Oh ye-yeah, that’s something uh, we’re working on this week. We’re grabbing a mechanic or... There’s a week until the place opens so, you know.” He trailed.

Your face blanked. Well, it wasn’t any of your business how dangerous these things were anyway. You were only here for one reason. “Right,” Your eyes wandered back to the animatronic.

Your heart dropped. You held your breath.

Its eyes were looking at you. Eyes that were too human.

It wasn’t looking at you before, was it? You would have certainly remembered it looking at you. You swallowed as you took a step out of its sight. Its eyes didn’t follow you. You must’ve imagined it.

Turning away from the rotted Bonnie, you put your pen to your notebook, “Having overnight guards is a good safety precaution.” You said, and his shoulders visibly relaxed when you said it. “And it’s pretty authentic to the original Pizzeria.”

“Oh, for sure, for sure,” He said. “That’s what we’re trying for, authenticity and all. Plus, they’ll also be a part of the show to really get that feel of a pizzeria!”

“The place hasn’t opened yet, but do your guards run into any trouble at night?”

“Nah, or at least I don’t think so.”

His nonchalance irked you, “You don’t think so?”

“Well, nobody’s mentioned anything to me yet, so.”

“Hmm.” You tapped your pen on your notebook before setting it back down, “I heard a rumor that one of your night guards disappeared on the job, is that true?”

“What?” He started to look nervous again, though whether it was from the pressure of saying the wrong thing or the guilt of having done something wrong, you didn’t know. “Oh uh, I don’t really know anything about that, where did you hear that?”

“Somewhere online.” You said, casually.

“Well, it’s not true, somebody would’ve said something or—”

“But if there’s only one person on the night shift, how would somebody be able to say something?”

A click was heard behind you. Almost like the sound of a gear. Both you and the man you were talking to turned toward the rotted Bonnie suit. It didn’t move, or at least it didn’t look like it moved. It was still. That didn’t matter. You and the man you were with were deadly silent for a few moments.

“We should, uh, we should talk in the office, right?” He said, and it wasn’t a balm that he was anxious as well.

“Yes, that’s a good idea.”

The two of you left the area with the animatronic, and you felt the air around you lighten. It seemed he was right when he said you’d get used to that rotted smell, because you didn’t notice how much it was a relief to get away from that thing.

“Anyway,” He said as the two of you walked. “I don’t know anything about a night guard disappearing. Yeah, a night guard quit suddenly without any notice a few nights ago.” The two of you ducked as a vent dropped nearly on top of you, barely being stopped by two employees who grabbed it just in time. It didn’t slow either of your gaits, “And yeah, this is not the first time that’s happened and is eerily similar to events that happened thirty years ago. But there’s always a bad string of luck before grand openings, typical exciting attraction stuff. So...” The two of you slipped into the office as a group of employees brought in a string of large boxes, “Probably don’t mention any of the rumor stuff in the article.”

You eyed him head to toe as he sat in the office chair. He was sweating a little under your scrutiny. He wouldn’t give you anything if you antagonized him, so you smiled and he relaxed, “Of course, it’s typical. Especially for haunted attractions.”

“Heheh, yeah, ‘course,” He swallowed and sniffed. “Well, uh, what other questions can I answer?”

“Tell me a bit about the security guards' role in the show.”

He leaned back slightly in his chair, “Oh yeah well, this is where they will be, in this office. When the place opens, people will come in where I told you before, and work their towards this office, and pass them, and out the exit.”

You wondered if your faux-enthusiasm was believable enough, because it felt as stiff as the disassembled animatronic pieces, “Oh, very cool.”

“Yeah! Just like a real security guard from a pizzeria.” He said, “Or well, they are real security guards, but you get what I mean.”

“Absolutely,” You said. “Can I see the cameras? They’ve got such a neat 80s vibe to them.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” He rolled his chair over so you could look over his shoulder. “I just click the camera here and... one sec.” He pulled an old panel with a few technical reboot options on it, before clicking one. You leaned your arms on the back of his chair as you watched the cameras fizzle from white static to a poor resolution of video footage. “There,” He said. “Pretty legit, huh?”

“Very legit.” You paid very close attention as he flitted through the different cameras, or rather what the cameras didn’t catch.

“Yeah, in trying to make the place feel more vintage we have overdone it a bit, heh heh. Some of this equipment is barely functional!” His eyes widened slightly as he held up his hands, “But still functional, of course.”

“Of course,” You said. “Well, I thought I might take some more notes on the attractions and then I can let myself out in the front?”

“All the way to the other end of the building? Sure, if you want.”

“Thanks,” You held out your hand. “It was great meeting you.”

He smiled and shook your hand, and you almost felt bad for lying to him. He was just a guy excited about horror attractions doing his job. Even if he was brushing the dangers of this place under the rug; brushing your best friend's disappearance under the rug... No, nevermind. You didn’t feel even a little bad.

“It was awesome meeting you too,” He said. “Can’t wait to read about us in...” He forgot your fake journalism blog/magazine/whatever. “A few days or whenever you get around to writing it.” What a save.

You threw him one last smile before making your way through the busy preparations. You pretended to take a few notes, gave your best impression of someone interested in an empty Chica head, and attempted to talk to a few employees. Talking to the people who were working was more fruitless than you hoped. They either were too busy to talk to you or were skirting around certain subjects like the man who’d shown you around had. You attempted to find real evidence and real clues as well, but that was just as fruitless. Fake blood and artificial claw marks fooled you every time and you had to pass it off as admiration and journalism.

No, if you wanted to know what really happened, you would have to get into that office. Look at it more closely and see if there were any traces or clues left by them. Or even if you could take a look at the cameras more closely, see if a bird’s-eye-view gave perspective. You could only hope that maybe there would be an hour between the day shift and the night shift that you could look around and do some real investigating.

First, you needed to find a good place to hide. Somewhere the cameras couldn’t see, but employees wouldn’t spot you either. From what you saw, the cameras even extended to the vents, which was insane to you. However, not all of the vents were monitored. In your mind, you imagined some big locker or box you could hide in, but there was nothing like that, so the vents would have to do.

Your stomach dropped. Hiding in the vents also meant you couldn’t be seen tampering with them, which meant you had to go to the area with the least amount of people. You rubbed your eyes. You were an adult. You shouldn’t have been so hesitant to be around what was basically a giant toy, a decoration. A nearly seven foot, moldy, possibly dangerous decoration that could crush you just by falling on you. You swallowed.

Steeling yourself, you walked toward the area with the rotted Bonnie.

There it was. Unmoved in a way that mocked your fear. Just as horrible to smell (was it really that ruined by mildew? Did someone stuff food in there? Did some poor animal die in there?), but you were getting used to it quickly. After a quick moment of choking.

You wondered briefly what it must’ve looked like on stage, alive with music and light, warm in color and a delight to children. That must’ve been such an exciting thing thirty or forty years ago. Now it wasn’t even a shell of what it once was, it was a perversion. Twisted and moldy in such a way that its wires looked like guts and its endoskeleton was dulled like bone. Its smile that must’ve been cheery at one point now looked like a permanent, malicious grin. Its eyes—ever too human for your liking—and teeth were nearly the same dingy color of its mildewy fur. You realized this Bonnie was missing his bowtie, and that made you sad for some reason.

You cursed under your breath, “What happened to you?”

You hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to the rotted Bonnie. Not unlike the sickening smell that you had adjusted to, you seemed to have adapted to the initial fear the animatronic instilled in you. Suddenly in a morbid curiosity, you were wanting to poke and prod at it; to test how rusted its joints must’ve been or to try peeking for rot inside. You shook your head of the impulse.

You turned your head to look at the way you came. There wasn’t anybody passing by just yet. You looked at the camera, which didn’t seem focused but you couldn’t be sure. Lastly, you looked at the vent against the wall.

In an effort to alleviate the tension beating against your chest—caused by a fear of getting caught, a fear of not finding anything, and a fear of the rotted Bonnie themself—you threw the animatronic a wink and said, “Keep an eye out for me, will you?”

You hurried to the vent, throwing a cautious glance behind you. You knelt in front of it, fully prepared to use a piece of shrapnel you found to undo its screws. However, you found the screws had already been pulled loose, interestingly enough. You briefly wondered who could have the strength for that as you quietly shifted the vent open and slipped in, gently and silently putting the vent back.

You laid there on your stomach for a few moments as your exhilaration began to calm down. You hoped this place’s ventilation system wasn’t so “vintage” and “legit” that you’d suffocate or get some noxious gas spewed into your lungs.

As your heartbeat fell slower and slower, you cast your eyes downward. You had a long evening of waiting ahead of you. You shuffled quietly until you could get a hold of an earbud in your pocket. You took it out along with your phone, putting the earbud in your ear. You tapped on your most recent voice messages.

Maybe you’d be able to recognize something in the voice message... or maybe you just wanted to remember why you were doing all of this.

You tapped on your phone until their voice message began playing in your ear.

Silence.

Shuffling.

Heavy, muffled breathing.

More silence.

Your name in a shaken whisper.

“...Come...” Their voice was hushed so so quiet. “...Come to...”

A child’s laughter, not quite right.

“...Hurry...I-”

The sound of the phone dropping.

-Click-

Your finger hovered over the option to play the message again. Your best friend was working at Fazbear’s Frights the night you got that message. They were supposed to meet you the morning after. They didn’t. After giving the message to the police, Fazbear Entertainment reported that your best friend had clocked-out at 6AM that morning and that there was no incident during their shift. You didn’t buy it. Whether there was some big corporate conspiracy, or whether something happened and Fazbear Entertainment just didn’t want to delay the attraction’s opening, you didn’t know. But a body hadn’t been found and that was something . Something to hold on to.

You would get to the bottom of it.

You rested your head on your arm as you played the message again.

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snowcodes · 5 months ago

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Social media break end...

Hi again folks! I'm back after a lil hiatus. We all need time away from social media but now that I'm back, I will be posting up some handy tips in the upcoming weeks.

I've been accepted onto the CFG degree which starts next week. I can't wait to get stuck in and really delve into full stack programming.

I've got a personal project I'm working on that I'll share snippets of every now and then. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progress and enjoy the ride with me. (And of course, if you have any ideas on how to improve things I would be all ears!)

Happy coding lovelies!

❄️

#coding #learning to code #cfg #code first girls #full stack development #javascript #programming

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arwainian · 1 year ago

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Reading This Week 2024 #1

And so a new year begins and i come to you with a weekly reading log a few days late! This is for a few reasons, the first of which is I did not actually do a lot of reading. I did some! but not much. In my daydreams about this stretch of time between visiting home for the holidays and starting up the grad school semester again I thought I would be reading nearly every minute I had. Instead, I spent the first week getting my life in order for the coming year (as millennials and my mother would say: Adulting). What spare time I had was not spent reading, it was spent working on a crochet project. The final reason this reading log comes to you late is that I haven't quite decided how I want to format my reading log this year. It will mostly be the same as last year, but maybe with a few changes to how i color code things. If you have suggestions for formatting feel free to let me know

Finished:

false rings by evilmageclub on ao3

the final chapter of this atmospheric melancholy Samot/Samothes getting-back-together fic was published while I was finishing up the marathon. Everything I hoped for for the conclusion. Also reading this fic made me realize that I imagine this it, Seasons of Hieron in general, and Aubade specifically in the style of Studio Ghibli

Started and Finished:

little cruelties by misspickman on ao3

while somehow i mis-titled this in my journal entry as "literal cruelties" (???), i have been meaning to read this fic for a bit because it's subject matter is of deep interest to me. you love to read a fic about repressed trauma and embarrassing panic attacks while waiting for two hours at the dmv (i was waiting at the dmv, the fictional panic attacks were happening in different situations)

Ongoing:

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

read another chapter of this while spending time with my girlfriend after holidays apart. like i might have said before, don't expect me to finish this anytime soon. it's not a read that inspires urgency, but it is good for reading aloud while cuddling

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While there wasn't a lot of reading for the first week of the year, that won't be the case for the future. I have put in the order for my books for this upcoming semester and already begun to chip away at reading assignments so there is lots and lots of reading to look forward to (and hopefully even some that I choose for myself!)

#cal reading log #arwainian princessoid decrees

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beelzmunchkin · 2 years ago

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Valentines Day - (brothers)

A/N: pls don’t hate me, I really wanted to make a post for Valentine’s Day but Ngl it was very rushed. I hope you still like it…. Also I didn’t grammar or even spell check this, im sorry …… I was gonna write for the royals and purgatory hall (Simeon, Solomon) let me know if you think I should… hopefully not rushed

Lucifer:

The week leading up to Valentines Day Lucifer took you to Majolish insisting on buying you a lovely outfit that would coordinate with his for the upcoming Valentine’s Day

Reserves a private area At ristorante six for a dinner for two, has three cursed blinded demons playing violins, and cellos live. They were also cursed so they couldn’t understand anything you or Lucifer said.

At dinner he pulls out the chair for you and even though he already knew what you were going to wear he compliments you.

“this color makes your eyes as ravishing as the jewels on prince Diavolos crown”

“you looks as elegant as the Devildoms most prestigious architecture. No one can ever replicate you.”

“With all the potions in all three worlds none can ever be as alluring as you are”

Feeds you dessert

After dinner, takes you to the the best rated hotel in devildom, as you walk in he hold his hands over you eyes and as he removes them you see golden flower petals that you can only recognize from diavolos personal garden shaped in a heart on the bed

He begins to gently massage your shoulder

“I saw a lot of humans like these gestures, how about you get comfortable and I run us a warm bath.”

Mammon:

has been avoiding you like the plague until it was February 14th

You wake up to gentle pokes on your shoulder and soft murmurs of your name

You open your eyes and see mammon there with a rose and breakfast ready for you. (Insert you favorite devildom breakfast)

During the day walks you to all your classes and has been giving you forehead kisses everytime.

The evening comes and he has the first movie you both ever watched together set in his room with all your favorite snack

Gifts you Valentine’s Day pajamas and you cuddle up to watch your movie

When the movie finishes

“hey you know I love you right? Like no amount of money can ever make me trade you.”

“If I had to choose between you and Goldie I hope you know I’d always choose you.”

“But don’t go expecting all this love hoopla everyday, this took a lot of time for this galantines day”

“You mean Valentine’s Day.” You corrected him

“Shaddup and come here darling”

Cuddles you up

Levi:

Really didn’t want to participate in normie way of showing love

while you were at RAD, he spent hours coding and programming an adventure game of you two where you had to find the hidden treasure and along the way the mini games you would do, we’re all based on memories you both shared

When you came back from RAD, you went straight to his room to tell him about your day but when you knocked there was no question about who it is.

You opened the door and when you entered you see him curled up and asleep in his bathtub.

While he’s asleep you decorate his room with pictures of times you were gaming, swimming, dragging him out of his room, sleepovers and more. You cut out heart from holographic material and taped them on the sealing and the lights from Henry made it a rainbow of colors all around.

As you were hanging up the last heart you heard shifting you turn to see Levi waking up. He ears turned red, his cheeks turned red and his jaw fell in shock.

“What’s all this? Omg I remember when that happened, how long have you had these pictures. This must be so embarrassing to be seen with a worthless otaku like me”

“It’s Never embarrassing I really love hanging out with you, you’ll always be my player 1”

“I really like spending time with you even if you are a normie. Look I made a game for us. We can play anytime or if you want to play it without me you can too. I understand”

He showed you the game and the opening screen is Levi dressed as lord of shadows from TSL and you as Henry the protagonist.

The mini games were a reminiscent to the development of the relationship you and Levi shared.

As you were getting sleepy after gaming for 6 hours and went to bed Levi grabbed all the photos you had with him and saved them in his TSL novel so then it will always be somewhere safe.

He is very much hoping you want to play the game tomorrow

Satan:

Being very aware of what Valentine’s Day was to most humans he was prepared. He got you a box of chocolates and roses as most books describe as the foundation of Valentine’s Day.

Of course he had to make today special, you spent the afternoon decorating safety googles for reasons he refused to disclose.

When you went out to an early dinner he pulled out your chair and spoke to you all about the history of humans celebration of Valentine’s Day. of course he was picking up on your expressions as he spoke to understand what parts you liked and disliked. He noticed how you disliked the the whole showing your significant other you loved them on this day.

He picked up on your small smiles as he told you one variation of the history how it was unjust so valentine defied authority and let lovers unite.

After dinner he took you to an area of destroyed furniture named “devils rages” he handed you your custom safety goggles and offered you weapons for the night

Hour went by of cursing the injustices of the world and as it got darker fireworks went off and you saw big heart exploding in the sky

You felt arms hug you from the side

“If I could destroy and/or rule the world with anyone it would be you”

Asmo:

Of course this is one of Asmos most loved holidays. But it was very different now that he had you in his life

Usually he would receive an abundance of love letters, witches, demons, and any human if they were ever around to swarm at his feet in love with him

Now that he had you in his life he didn’t want to go out and have all that attention he wanted to make this day the one day where it was just the two of you without any interruptions.

Morning began with him sharing a secluded breakfast with you. Fruits tasting like dreams on your tongue as shared them.

After breakfast you both went to get private couples massages to which soothed you straight to sleep. As you woke back up Asmo lovingly stared at you in awe

“I may be the prettiest in all realms but you definitely are quite some competition with the dreamlike hue to you features and soft lips upon you porcelain skin.”

You both return to HoL and went to his room. In there he brings out an akuzon box that was halfway open. In there you saw a pair of matching pink bracelets with hearts in them. He tied one to your wrist and you tied one onto his.

“What makes these special is that when your near me it catches you heartbeat and I can feel it in my wrist”

You feel his heart beat thumping on your wrist and it’s racing.

“ you make me lightheaded, I’ve never felt a love as genuine as yours. You Almost make me feel like I’m the one living a dream. Me the avatar of lust, isn’t that crazy”

Your heart is racing against his wrist and he smiled as he feels your heart as happy and excited as his. makes him give you the most gentle and soft hug. As if a demon shaped blanket was placed on to you.

A happy hug just between you two with no other demons and no acts from Asmo living in the love of others. Just the two of you, two hearts beating as one

Beel:

Today was Valentine day but that would never stop Beelzebub from going to do his morning workout. You went to make breakfast and as you were setting up the table you felt a pair of sweaty arms lift you off the ground and spin you around

“BEEL!!!”

He didn’t let you finish and laid kisses all over your neck and shoulder and raced upstairs. You were left a a little dizzy but very red at the sudden affection

It was breakfast time and everyone made their way to the dining table and you hope that Beel would have noticed the heart you made in the chocolate chip pancakes for him before he engulfed his stack.

Before he sat down he gave you a heart shaped hand made card and on the inside was a picture of you two.

You didn’t get to see him until devildom history class but when you saw him he leaned his forehead against you and whispered

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I hope you’re ready for dinner tonight”

“What are we having?” You said

“You’ll see”

Later that night you see a notification pop up on you D.D.D and it was a text from Beel saying “let me be your sous chef tonight I promise I’ll be good, meet me in the kitchen”

You walk into the kitchen and there you see Beel in a chefs hat and an apron that said kiss the sous chef (definitely not written by him) he stood there head held high and a bright smile and you couldn’t help but laugh just a little. You went towards him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

You both spent your evening doing your best to make Creamed Bonnacon. Beel was only allowed one taste test as last time you were making this he ate it all before it was finished.

“You look adorable when you cook, I’m sorry I’m not the best sous chef. (Kisses you temple), I hope you had a good Valentine’s Day. Any day I get to spend with you makes me so happy and gooey, inside kind of like a malevolent lava cake. (Places his head in the crook of your neck peppering you with gentle light kisses) but sadly I could only convince Lucifer to let me cook dinner tonight because I’d be with you”

Belphie:

You definitely had to be the one to wake him up but this time he didn’t curse you or ignore you for disrupting his sleep.

Instead he lifted the blanket and let you in he cuddled into you and whispered “happy Valentine’s Day”

You sadly could only enjoy this moment for a short amount of time because you both had to get to RAD.

During the day you would find little heart shaped notes with drawings of you and belphie or little notes such as

“I can’t wait to snuggle you up and watch the stars later tonight”

“I got a new blanket set I would love to show you them”

“Can’t I just keep you in my dreamworld forever”

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m still dreaming when I’m with you”

You walked back with a very tired Belphie as he did his best staying awake to write you all those notes

You get back to the HoL and see Beel walking mysteriously out of the planetarium trying his best not to look suspicious.

Belphie grabbed your hand and led you to the planetarium.

As you walked in you saw a huge pillow and blanket for t instead. You crawled into the fort and inside was the song you and belphie love to stargaze with. Although you couldn’t see the stars belphie cuddled up to you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear

“You make me so happy”

“You’re the one who make me smile when I wake up”

“ You’re so imperfectly perfect for me”

“ with you I can be myself and it makes my life less dreadful”

“I love you, happy Valentine’s Day”

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gaming · 4 years ago

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Indie Game Spotlight: Stratospiel

We're exploring the colorful and mysterious world of Stratospiel in this week's Indie Game Spotlight! Stratospiel is an upcoming turn-based RPG that follows the journey of a child who awakens on a strange planet with no memories and is faced with a vast array of enemies and the choice to either destroy or befriend them. The choices you make will impact the tone and outcome of this story. We caught up with Stratospiel's designer, writer, programmer, and composer, Vaughn Haynes, to learn more.

Stratospiel is reminiscent of other turn-based RPGs like Earthbound and Undertale—was Stratospiel inspired by either? Were there any other games that inspired you during the development process?

It's funny—I've been told by my friends that the game has a lot of Earthbound vibes, but I've never actually played any of the Mother games. I'll definitely have to as soon as I'm finished making this game :) I can say with confidence that this was very much inspired by Undertale, though. I played that for the first time on my Switch back in February 2020 and was absolutely blown away. I've wanted to make a video game forever but always backed down when I saw how much of an undertaking it is. Once I found out that Undertale was primarily made by one guy, I was like, "yeah, I can do this," and finally got to work learning how to code and all that fun stuff. Undertale has a huge influence on Stratospiel, with its defining mechanic—acting/sparing the monsters—being implemented here. In a broader sense, though, I'd say the Mario & Luigi RPG series has had the biggest influence. I played Bowser's Inside Story as a kid, and I loved how fast-paced the battles were without losing that feeling of RPG strategy. I also liked how the items you used in battle were also used to manipulate the overworld. Stratospiel's battle system is a happy marriage between those two games' battle systems. Other games that influenced Stratospiel are the WarioWare and Ace Attorney games—absurd humor is my favorite, and that has definitely worked its way into Stratospiel.

What made you choose pixel art as the art style for Stratospiel?

Because it's the cheapest! Also, because it complements the tone of the game as well. A lot of the humor in Stratospiel is derived from fun visual gags. The further away you are from the uncanny valley, the less likely it is that your brain will get weirded out and go, "Hey, this isn't real!" and will be more accepting of the silly things happening onscreen and hopefully laugh along with the game. The same goes for the more serious moments, too. By having a simple art style, you're forced to make each character as distinct as possible, which helps people form closer bonds with them, which is great for eliciting a powerful emotional response.

What types of enemies can we expect to see in the game? Can you tell us a little about the main antagonist and how they fit into the game’s narrative?

I’m really happy with the enemies. I think, aside from composing the music, designing the enemies has been my favorite part of making the game. The enemies you fight can range from cute, to silly, to fearsome. They’re all unique, with their own wants, needs, goals, likes, dislikes, etc. You’ll meet a cast of fun characters along the way who accompany you on your adventure, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. As for the main antagonist? You’ll have to solve the mystery to find out who that is :)

In what way will players’ choices impact the story of Stratospiel? Will the game have multiple endings?

Your choices impact two big things in the game: the plot and the tone. In terms of plot, I can’t really say too much because of spoilers, but the basic idea is that if you defeat someone in battle, then they’re dead. They’re out of the picture forever now. Their friends' and family’s lives have been forever changed. But if you befriend them, then they’ll contribute their skills and resources, and that just may take you to different places. The same goes for tone—killing people is pretty dark, I would say. And of COURSE, the game will have multiple endings!!! I love it when games do that, so you bet I’ll implement that here :) You can see a little bit of that in the demo right now.

What do you hope players will take away from Stratospiel?

I hope players take away an appreciation for the themes that are in there. Each character and area has a central idea baked into them, and how you as a player interact with them determines their direction and arc. Like I said earlier, the game is very personal to me and is sort of like my own “shout into the void.” With everything going on in the world today, it can be hard to feel heard, getting drowned out in all the terrible things happening. Everyone has something to say, and this is my way of doing so. Choices in video games are nothing new, but having players think about the consequences of choices is something that I think games really excel at, and Stratospiel is no different. I can guarantee that fans familiar with the genre will be surprised with how things turn out!

Stratospiel will be available on Steam for Mac and Windows in Fall 2023. Follow @stratospiel for updates and other announcements, and check out the Kickstarter here!

This interview has been edited for clarity.

#indie game spotlight #stratospiel

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nachoscheesy · 4 years ago

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Tumblr Revival

Tl;dr

Tumblr has a large interconnected community of artists and content creators, and should focus on its strengths and what it does right. Instead of trying to compete for space against Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Tumblr should focus on empowering its community and giving that community the tools to develop the site's unparalleled uniqueness.

Tumblr is the crossroads of the internet, with a monthly user traffic of 300 million it is the perfect space for artists, content creators, and small businesses to grow their following without having to fight for a seat at the table against companies with huge budgets.

Hi, I go by Nacho here on tumblr, and I'm sure as many of us on tumblr have noticed, the (hell)site is kinda going downhill. Tumblr was bought by Automattic in fall of 2019, and I am sure they have the best intentions to help tumblr stay afloat. However, I think it's time the community took a more deliberate approach to how tumblr is handled, and hopefully Automattic and @staff will hear us out. I think I have a solid solution to tumblrs money issues, that will help both the site and empower its online communities.

First and foremost, I am not involved with Tumblr or Automattic. I am just a simple blog trying to help out a place that I've been on since 2010, and I would hate to see it die here around 2023.

So, let's get to the root of the problem on tumblr right now. That being money, tumblr is currently costing more money that it produces, as we've seen with its 97% drop in value from 1.1 billion dollar sale to being sold at around 3 million dollars.

So the first thing that must be improved before anything else can be improved on tumblr is how much money they're bringing in a month. I don't think folks on tumblr hate monetization as much as we all collectively say we do, I think the issue is that most advertisers are completely disconnected from the groups they are trying to advertise to on here. Tumblr comprises roughly 65% millennials and 30% gen-z, the two generations that advertisers seem to have the hardest time advertising to for a myriad of reasons. The main one being that they don't fully understand what we want, and sometimes just don't listen to what we are saying.

Lets look at how tumblr makes its money, Tumblr has four main revenue sources,

Ads by sponsored posts

Display ads through video posts

Sponsored Day ads or banner ads

“Premium Themes”

I'll go into depth on all of these and how tumblr could make potential changes to improve their revenue anywhere from three to six months after it implements some or ideally all of these changes.

First tumblr ads and sponsored posts, these changes are going to be contingent on tumblr allowing its users to share, like, and comment on ads much like all other media sites currently allow. Or at least giving advertisers the ability to turn that on or off as a function.

The average tumblr post gets reblogged 14 times, that number increases significantly if the ad is engaging and actually caters to the communities wants and needs. My reasoning for giving users the ability to reblog ads is to increase user engagement while maintaining their current ad vetting process and all of the nonsensical ads that are run on tumblr 90% of the time.

The other reason for allowing tumblr users to share and comment on ads, or have it be an option for advertisers to turn on or off as they'd like, is that the appeal of tumblr is the ability to propagate and obsess over the most niche things (i.e OSHA.)

All the while allowing content that gets shared all over the internet bubble up to the top through the collective hand of the tumblr community. Along with this tumblr has no way for small users to share their own products or services, every single major site has a way for users to advertise their pages or products through the site.

Tumblr is a content machine that creates imagery and memes that get shared all the time across the internet, so the ability to share and curate its own ads is paramount to improving advertising and user engagement on tumblr.

My proposal here is for tumblr to expand its advertising capabilities to all users, while charging a flat rate fee to advertise on tumblr, with additional charges for popular tags or trending tags. Tumblr currently has no self service advertising system much like Facebook does for example. Where facebook charges a daily rate on cost-per-click(CPC) or cost-per-thousand(CPM)

Charging a flat rate fee at a rate of a day, week, month, or quarterly basis with variances in prices based on the lease term and what the advertisers would want to have their ads show up on certain tags. This would open up the doors for small businesses that don't want to advertise on places like facebook, twitter, or google with their complicated CPM and CPC models. Also bringing in more small locally owned businesses with the added value of less competition for ad space on tumblr.

This would also take some of the weight from tumblrs own advertising staff from having to explain a convoluted system to potential advertisers. Creating a simplified model with the the advent of tumblrs own infrastructure able to get a single post to a large variety of users. Where the current ad model uses a “shotgun” method to hit as many people as possible, the tumblr model could encourage advertisers to curate a more personalized and intimate experience that tumblr users would love.

Why not just advertise elsewhere? Tumblr still in fact gets over 300 million views a month as of June 2021 (Statosta), and the added benefit for users to be able to like, share, and interact with ads would allow ads that the community enjoys to be talked about more. Giving advertisers more honest feedback about their ads while increasing their SEO’s.

Also small businesses that can't compete with the vetting processes that are used on other sites, would have a better chance of developing their business and increasing their clientele on tumblr whose core demographics are approximately 60% millennial and 35% gen-z. This core demographic does in fact care about being able to shop at local stores, or even a store across the US that is trying to drum up its own online sales.

These ads could be placed inline on the tumblr dash while moving other sponsored ads to the right of the site on desktop, but making them alternate on mobile between user ads and sponsored ads.

Second, the display ads should be changed to allow tumblr users to share and further interact with ads to generate more user engagement, incentivizing more businesses and companies to build their brand status on tumblr. Tumblr has a good model for creating short diaries or daily vlogs for companies that wish to show off their products on social media. This includes smaller businesses and vlogers that want to post videos or tutorials of themselves on their blog.

Tumblr is a good site for user engagement with a pool of creative potential for anyone wanting to gauge the desire for a particular subject or piece of media, maybe even an upcoming show. Having the ability to share and comment on sponsored ads would also help advertisers by allowing them to get more bang for their buck with a considerable uptick on how users engage with that content.

Third, tumblrs sponsor day ads and banner ads are inexpensive and should be highlighted as a selling point over their competitors. Tumblr 24-hour banner ads are considerably more affordable for businesses when compared to places like twitter with their 200k price point. For the same amount of money on tumblr a business could have their company at the top of the dashboard or app for 8 whole days. Much longer and much better than the competition.

Keeping this price fixed, with a change in the price CPC is still a much more lucrative and attractive selling point than any of the competition on the internet today. I know this might not be exactly what tumblr wants to hear when it is hemorrhaging money right now, but let's look at the cost for these 24 hour daily ads and banner ads. If tumblr hypes up the price point on these ads they could see a significant rise in advertisers considering the lack of competition on tumblr and past success stories of companies who did advertise on tumblr.

At the same time larger advertisers should be encouraged to make engaging ads and blogs on tumblr that will make people want to actually go to their blogs, that then link to an external site or page. Not ads that instantly try to force you to go to some other site, by rewarding or offering special discounts for people who find a special code or something off of the actual blog. Or even for giving the same code to everyone who reblogs a certain post made by the advertiser.

Seems too good to be true? Look at “Asos” back in 2015 when they held a shirt design competition on their tumblr blog. Where they had 900 submissions, four of which were picked, and were sold out of the user generated shirts in 10 hours.

This is not the only case however, but FX ran their own campaign for the show “Man Seeking Woman” where they saw a 2.8% increase in user engagement, 86% increase in their tumblr followers, and they actually saved money through advertising on tumblr.

All this leads me to believe that tumblr actually was and continues to be the best place for brands, small businesses, and artists to develop themselves through genuine user engagement.

Finally, the “premium themes” that are available on tumblr that allow for unparalleled customizations that you hardly find elsewhere on the internet anymore. Tumblrs ability to take a variety of media sources, as well as having an unparalleled level of customization, user interconnectivity, and a vibrant artistic scene shows that it is ripe with potential.

Tumblr could still use its post+ feature, but in the same way that Discord uses its subscription service. For cosmetic changes that can be added modularly to the site or individual blogs for an additional monthly fee. In conjunction with partnering with community artists to bring small cosmetic additions to individual blogs, while paying the content creator and tumblr taking a small portion of the profits over a certain amount.

To be completely honest this is probably the hardest portion of this entire pitch to make changes to in a shorter period of time, considering all the testing and “under the hood” changes that must be made. However, I think that implementing this as well as the other changes I have proposed will bring back more foot traffic to tumblr as well as increase its revenue and profitability.

In closing, I am simply working with whatever information I was able to find online and a good amount of time invested on my part to do this. I think tumblr has a ton of potential still to return as a force for good for the communities that exist and want a change from what the internet has become. Time and time again when any company or public entity dies it was because it did not change and refused to adapt and innovate, oftentimes not at the hands of the people working everyday to keep the site running. Instead at the hands of people who dont see the value in what has fallen in their laps.

If you agree and think this is something that can be done, please reblog this post and follow me for more updates. If I don't hear back or this does not gain any traction by the end of the year, then tumblr can go to its inevitable end. I will be here sinking with the ship.

@support @engineering @music @wip @changes @photomatt

#tumblr plus #tumblr post plus #tumblr staff #advertising #marketing strategy #changes #tumblr premium #post plus protest #community #automattic

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pumpkin-spike18 · 2 years ago

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✨Weekly Progress 2022 #54✨+Demo 2.0 coming 1/28/23!

Colored 3 BGs

Colored 2 BGs

Made first pass of comments from proofreading

New list of remaining work for Jan.

Updated the BG +affected code in Demo 1.0 (basic changes)

This is it, new year starting soon. Will it somehow have 54 weeks again 🤔

I actually normally write my weekly progresses on Sunday, then schedule them for Wednesday so it looks like I have a post for every indie dev hour haha~ But since the last day of the year lands on a Sunday, I figure I can publish now.

And as alluded in the title, the release date for Demo 2.0 is set for 1/28/2023! More info on what the update entails can be found here!

I have all the art assets done, but as I made a list of all the things I have left to do, it was half a page. =v=; There's a few changes that I intend for the script since I finished writing it. Ideally, these changes shouldn't take long at all! But I wanted to be sure so I ended up extending the release date a bit.

2022 & 2023 ✨

While I'm at it, I want to talk about the past year and the next one too.

The past year really has been a whirlwind of fun 😁 I never expected SYVNH to be as popular as it has been and I'm really grateful for everyone's support so far! It has been my main focus for most of the year, but I spent some time participating in other jam projects as well! I took on a variety of roles for:

We Were Forever

Lachesis V Atropos

ALICE

Mythic Meetup

Nature's Lament

All of which can be found on my itch.io page!

I was hoping to do a little more for the full year, project-wise, but the scope for SYVNH blew up pretty fast on me. But I still did find time to write for a couple unannounced projects (that hopefully I'll be able to work more on 2023)!

Upcoming for 2023, of course, my number one goal is finishing SYVNH!

Other smaller art goals include:

Illustration sets

More fanart!

Make a short animated MV

Learn to use blender and live2D

General art improvement

I both love and miss drawing fanart for all my favorite series. I hope I'll be able to get back into it in 2023. Additionally, I want to spend some time making tutorials to teach others to do some of the things I do! Lastly, I want to improve my art skill. I've spent so much time on digital art that I've been lacking in things like painting and 3D craft making. So it's time to spend more time on that.

I haven't quite figured out how to split my time to complete all of that yet, but hey! That's what the new year's for, right? 😄

Happy New Year, everyone! Thanks for this year and I look forward to the next one!

#indie dev #happy new year #devlog #projects

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steamberrystudio · 2 months ago

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28/04/2025 Devlog!

Hello everyone! Here is the tumblr update coming in a day late due to a hectic weekend and me being forgetful!

Summary Bullets:

Finished Wil's expressions for Chapter 6

Started on side character expressions

Worked on some new sprite stuff

Received the final background

Worked on POV scenes

More accessibility stuff

Art:

Not much in art news this time. I worked on some new sprite stuff for this episode and also received the *last* BG. I feel like I've been getting BGs for this game forever after having them done, then redone, then a lot of them redone again.

Writing

Worked on Asher's PoV scene that will go out with Chapter 6 but is about the events of Chapter 5.

One down...five to go.

Other Stuff:

Coding sprite expressions. Ugh.

I got all of Wil's expressions done for Chapter six and started on the side characters. My goal is to work through all the side characters since they have fewer lines than the LI and I can tick them off the list a bit faster.

Then work on the LIs.

I'm estimating there will be 2000 - 2500 expression switches in this chapter. And I've got about 1100 of them done. So. Huzzah.

I also continued to work on some accessibility related things - mostly the way self voicing interfaces with the glossary.

I think by my last update, I'd mostly fixed the issues with self voicing and the glossary, customisation, and affinity screens.

With the glossary, it was realising there was no signifier for the glossary hyperlinks other than the link being coloured differently. So I had to add a notification to that, which was simple enough.

But then it became an issue of finding the new entries in the glossary. So I added a "NEW!" tag to them.

But then the self voicing wouldn't read it. ╰(*°▽°*)╯

No matter what I did. ╰(*°▽°*)╯

This is why "adding alt text" sometimes isn't enough. Because sometimes for whatever reason it is, the self voicing won't read it. Or it reads it twice. Or it has some other weird issue.

So I fixed that finally. After a short struggle.

But there is still an issue where it's reading stuff in a weird order and I want to fix that *if I can* - however it's on the back burner for now so I can make progress in other areas.

Something else I did in that regard was go through and look for every hard scene transition where the narrative text and dialogue does not make it clear a transition to a new location happened...

And I added alt text that just indicates there was a scene change to a new place.

This will hopefully allow people to follow the story a bit easier if they're just listening because there won't be any sudden and silent changes to a new location.

And finally I have been going in and writing up glossary entries for all the people and places you encounter. The main purpose of this is to allow me to add in descriptive text that describes the person or place *without having to insert it into the story narrative as alt text*.

This will allow people to read the descriptions only if they want to. They can do it when they want and they can go back and re-read them if they want. I still have to go back through and add all the unlock statements since those have to be done manually but that is, again, something I will tackle later.

Upcoming Weeks:

I will be focusing on expressions and POV scenes first and then going on into flowcharts and the remaining things. So for the next two weeks at least, it'll be expressions and POV scenes.

And hopefully I will remember the update in two weeks and actually touch base again then.

#whenstarscollide #english visual novels #indie otome game #amare game #updates

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anightflower · 5 years ago

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Come and Find Me

Chapter 3: Ring, Ring!

Things are heating up my loves!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, swearing

Masterlist here

“Breaking news. After countless weeks of Quantico in fear, the murderer of five innocent women has been caught. Andrew Curtis, age 29 has been accused of first degree murder and will face trial in these upcoming weeks. Curtis was caught before laying his hands on his 6th victim, 24 year old Emily Bloise-”

You groaned, awakening to the sound of the TV blasting the news. You didn’t even remember turning it on before going to bed last night. Hell, you don’t even remember falling asleep. You pulled the blankets over your head to block out the noise, as you shifted your legs, you heard a jingling of chains and became aware of the cold clasped around your ankle.

Your body jolted fully awake and you shot up as everything came crashing back to you. You hadn’t been able to sleep last night, you were too nervous for your presentation tomorrow. You were meeting with the one and only Lila Archer. She had gotten word of your design company and was so impressed with your work, she had contacted you to meet with her to discuss designing her vacation “workspace” home in Florida. This was your first celebrity job that would most certainly put you in the big leagues if you got it right or put you six feet under if she hated it. So needless to say your brain would not shut down for the night.

You had given up on the idea of falling asleep on the rock hard bed the hotel had provided you. Instead you had thrown on some shorts and one of Spencer’s oversized t-shirts you had stolen from him and made your way to get some snacks from the convenience store that was just up the block from your hotel.

You cautiously made your way up the street, pepper spray in hand. It was 3am and you were no idiot. You were still haunted by the Andrew Curtis case, and you knew deep down so was Spencer. He had gotten you new pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a keychain alarm after the case. He made you promise to carry it everywhere you went and you had held to that promise. It was the haunted look in his eyes that had bothered you the most.

The bell on the door let at a shrill ring as you entered the store. You gave a small smile and a wave to the man behind the register which he returned. It looked like you were his first customer in a while.

You wondered the aisles waiting for a snack to catch your eye, when the bell rang again signaling that someone else had entered. You didn’t really pay much attention to it, as you were focused on your very important task at hand; salty or sweet.

That’s when you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. It was a male silhouette. You struggled to make out any of his features. He had his hood up, with a ball cap pulled low to block his face. Yet even without seeing them, you could still feel his eyes on you.

Ice went down your spine. Something was not right about this, and you always trusted your instincts. Grabbing a random bag of chips and some chocolate covered pretzels you walked quickly over to the register. You could feel the hooded guy’s eyes burning into you even as you handed your money over to the cashier.

The cashier didn’t seem to pick up on your discomfort and took his merry time with your purchase. You rushed out of there as soon as he handed you your change and bag.

You had the urge to call Spencer, but you didn’t want to wake him up if you were just being paranoid, he hardly got enough sleep as it was.

Glancing over your shoulder, you realized there was no one behind you. You slowed down a bit and caught your breath, chastising yourself for letting your fear get the best of you.

That's when you felt a muscular arm encircle your waste. You began to thrash and scream, but a cloth was thrust over your mouth and with one inhale, you were met with darkness.

And now you were here; a dingy little room with soundproof walls and chains on your ankles.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered glancing around. Your fear doubled when your eyes landed on the small TV near the foot of your bed. On it was reruns of the news footage for the Andrew Curtis case. The news footage recapturing every horrific detail.

You got out of the bed slowly, trying to figure out how to move with the chains around your ankles, and began to take stock of anything that could be made a weapon, but the room did not have much. You paused when you realized this room held details that looked like they were taken right from your home.

The gray and white duvet was exactly like the one you had on your bed in your apartment, it’s complex design hard to miss. The lamp on the bedside table, which was unfortunately glued down, was the exact replica of the one you had found while thrifting. How this person managed to get a similar one, you had no idea. You shivered when you realized there were cameras all over the room. One in each corner of the room, one on top of the TV and one glued to the bedside table.

You slowly made your way towards a curtain blocking off something. You took a deep breath and ripped it open, only to find a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink, and a door. You rushed to the door and attempted to open it. The doorknob rattled, it was locked.

A voice boomed from a PA system above. “Aw my darling, you’re awake!” The voice was clearly distorted to sound deeper. You nearly jumped out of your skin. “I’m sorry your quarters aren’t that nice, but don’t worry, after we win the game, you and I are going to go someplace where you’ll have everything you’ve ever desired.”

“Who the hell are you?” You growled, your head whipping back and forth to see if there was anyone in the room. “Someone who cares very much about you. Someone who’s been in the shadows waiting for you for a long time.”

“Why don’t you come out and show your face instead of hiding behind a little PA voice system? Only a coward hides in the shadows.” You growled trying to seem unafraid, but your body trembled.

“Oh no my sweet, there is a game afoot and as tempted as I am to reveal myself, I have something better in mind and I can’t have you ruining it.” He purred.

“Why the fuck am I here?”

“Because darling, I had to open your eyes. You’ve been blinded by awe for your Doctor and you need to see the truth! He doesn’t deserve you, he can’t give you what I can! He leaves you so often, discarding you like a broken toy, only to return later to pick up the pieces.” The voice hissed.

If you weren’t so terrified you would have laughed in the man’s face. “You’re wrong. Spencer is the best thing that has ever happened to me.” You argued.

“You’re a love-struck blind bitch who can’t see the truth.” The voice snarled. “He took so much away from me and I won't let him take you away too. He disgusts me. Stumbling around spewing bullshit and everyone regards him as a God. Guess I am the devil who has to show him the truth.”

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Reid glanced around your room, he hated how nothing seemed out of place. Part of him wished it was ransacked so he could find a clue as to who the unsub was, so he could see wrath or vengeance or some sort of motive, but there was nothing.

Instead he just saw you everywhere. You liked to joke that your room was organized chaos. You had a large calendar above your cream-colored desk with important dates and meetings on it, color coded by importance, yet your desk had your design plans and pencils strewn about it. Pictures of you and Spencer were taped up precariously around the calendar. Cliché photo-booth pictures that you had begged Spencer for, silly selfies you had taken of the two of you, and some pictures you had snuck of Spencer when he wasn’t looking.

Spencer ripped his gaze away as his heart shattered. He instead dragged his gaze around from that glancing at your bookshelves nearby. Design, fantasy, and sci-fi books were strewn all about the shelves. Spencer dragged his hand along the spines, remembering how you had teasingly refused to read any of Spencer’s “real-world” books. “The real world is too boring, I need my escapism and magic.” You said, sticking your tongue out at him as you had gone to the adult fantasy section of your favorite bookstore. Spencer had followed you, eager to explain the science magic tricks he knew.

Spencer shook his head, he needed to focus, yet every part of your room held a precious memory. He made his way to your bed, smoothing out the ornate pattern of your gray and white duvet. Your bed was made, each fluffy blanket folded and decorative pillow in place.

The thing that truly hit Spencer was the lone stuffed animal that sat on the bed. It was a chubby bumblebee stuffed animal. Spencer had surprised you with it, after he witnessed you squeal in delight at it through a storefront window. You had claimed it was your most prized possession and that he would be your snuggle buddy when Spencer was away on cases.

Emily popped her head in through the door. “Hey Reid, any luck? I didn’t find anything.”

Spencer glanced up at her. “No, everything looks normal. Not a damn thing out of place.”

“Who’s that you’re holding?” Emily asked gently.

“Reid. (Y/N) named him that, he would be by her side when I was away. (Y/N) joked that he protected her while I was away. A lot of good he did for her.” Spencer grumbled, shoving the bee back onto the bed.

That’s when it caught his eye. The empty picture frame. The one that usually held the photo of you and Spencer, the one that had been mutilated and sent to him in a Curtis-like box.

Spencer observed the frame, turning it this way and that. He heard the tiniest rustling sound of something moving within the frame. He opened the back of it and a folded up piece of paper fell out.

Emily rushed to Spencer’s side to see what it said. Spencer slowly reached to pick up the paper and opened it.

Good job Doctor! You found something. Hopefully you find her on time! Ring, ring!

Emily looked at Spencer confused. “Ring, ring?” As if on cue Spencer’s phone began to ring. “What’s up, Garcia?” Spencer asked urgently.

“You need to get back to base, now.” Garcia sounded like she was near tears.

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You tried to tear your eyes away from the screen, but you couldn’t. The news reruns had turned into home videos that Curtis had made. You remember how Reid had explained that they had found the camera Andrew Curtis had used, but no physical films had been found. “Like they had disappeared.” He had said.

It had driven him and his team nuts because Curtis had worked alone, so who could have taken the film?

“Aren’t they beautiful darling?” The voice crackled through the PA. “Drew and I put so much work into them. It’s a work of art that Picasso would envy.”

“It’s perverse and disgusting, and it proves how truly sick you and Curtis are!.” You yelled, holding back a sob.

“Yet, part of you can’t bear to look away can you? Have you noticed yet?” He purred.

You didn’t answer, tears flowed down your cheeks.

He chuckled at your silence.

“Oh you have, haven’t you? I bet you thought it was a sick coincidence that they looked like you, huh?” He mocked. “Drew told me all about the haunted looks in your Doctor’s eyes. How weak your Doctor was, how your Doctor could never find them in time. They were always dead before they got there.”

“Spencer worked his ass off to catch Curtis. He managed to stop him and he saved so many more lives than what Andrew Curtis took. Spencer is not weak for not getting there in time. Curtis is sick for killing those girls in the first place!” You snarled through your tears.

“Ah, ah, ah darling. Drew is not a sick man, he’s a hero. He was like the big brother I never had, he protected me, he made sure even when he was caught I was not. Nobody would know I was even involved with him, so I could achieve my goal of having you- of putting that ridiculous Doctor in his place.”

You remained silent, your body trembling at his confession. Whoever this man was he had worked with Andrew Curtis and he had done it just to get you.

“Every girl was a mere tool to prepare me for when I got my hands on you. Drew told me my time would come. Even when he was caught, we wrote letters back and forth, we had a code you see. Nobody really trusts communication between a prior serial killer and innocent boy, they’ll corrupt you apparently. But we found a way around those who separated us. You see, Drew, my guide, my brilliant mentor, the man who taught me so many things, was right, now I have you right in my hands.”

“What are you going to do?” You asked terrified.

“Play a game.” You could hear the smile in the man’s voice.

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fugitive-96 · 4 years ago

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Business Secrets ( A TG/TF Robotization story)

"I'm in." Agent C thought as she entered the office of the TALSAR corporation's CEO.

"I know the target is in here." She said to herself as she searched through the drawers in the desk, before coming across a file entitled 'Product Rundown'.

Flipping through the file Agent C was finally presented with what she'd been looking for but was so shocked by what she saw that she missed a vital detail that would seal her fate.

"And I thought after being turned into a woman this mission couldn't get any weirder." That was the last thing she thought before everything went black.

1 month earlier.

Agent C entered his superior's office where he was assigned a deep cover mission to investigate the operations of the TALSAR corporation, who had recently announced their intent to unveil a new form of cybernetic technology next month that would 'change the world'. This wasn't the company's usual MO, they were more known for their various beauty products and cosmetics, so whilst there was nothing inherently sinister about this it was still suspicious.

Agent C was very dedicated to his work for the agency, he knew the risks and would do anything to prove himself, despite having not done much fieldwork. He was physically fit but by no means a big guy, then again, a muscled-up agent would stick out like a saw thumb on covert missions, little did Agent C know that it was for that reason he was selected for this mission.

He was instructed to go undercover as one of the models for TALSAR, who was set to attend a number of parties in buildup to the release of TALSAR's new line of products, however Agent C's agency had intercepted her flight but she was unconscious when they found her and none-responsive, leading the agency to believe that she'd taken some form of drug to induce a coma so they couldn't question her.

"In order to better infiltrate TALSAR, command felt that we should use our latest technology to disguise a male agent in her role, instead of using a female lookalike as they'd be easier to identify, so you will undergo a complete physical transformation into the model from TALSAR, do you accept this mission?" Agent C's superior asked.

"Yes ma'am." Agent C replied without hesitation, he was willing to sacrifice anything to help the world.

He was then led to a room with a conversion chamber in it. He shaved off his body hair before then putting on an elastic grey suit that was designed to compensate for the changes, with holes in the crotch, rear and two on the chest of the suit. He also received an injection that would make the process feel less painful, seeing as he was about to have his bones crushed and his organs rearranged.

Stepping into the chamber Agent C watched as a device resembling the shape of a man lowered from the ceiling and clamped around him, before it began to emit a humming sound as it started pushing against his body. The device was made out of a pliable material so it wasn't hugely uncomfortable at first.

It then began to start changing his body, beginning at his legs which started to slenderize as the material pushed against them, whilst also forcing any fat up to his thighs which thickened along with his hips leaving his legs long and slender. He then felt the material jab and tighten his waist as if he was wearing a corset, crushing his ribs into a smaller frame, along with curving his spine whilst also causing his waist to be sucked inward giving his lower half an hourglass form as well as a toned stomach and a generally slimmer torso.

The material then tightened at his hands and feet which shrank into daintier forms with longer nails, along with squeezing his arms into a thinner shape and forcing his shoulders to shrink inwards, leaving him with very thin arms and a generally smaller frame.

Several clasps then lowered from the top of the chamber and attached themselves to the outside of the device, aligning themselves with Agent C's crotch, rear and chest, each segment resembling the female body parts associated with those areas. The material that had been pushing and squeezing against Agent C's body was now slowly being sucked outwards filling out the clasps, making the silhouette now appear distinctly feminine. As it did so each of Agent C's features began to alter with them, his rear inflated as his ass ballooned out slightly, whilst at his chest he could feel his skin being pulled out as fat filled his chest until a pair of perky breasts had formed, his enlarged nipples feeling quite sensitive against the material. He could also feel the clasp around his penis massaging it rapidly, before he heard an audible pop and he could feel a certain lack of mass in that area.

Lastly a device resembling the outline of a woman's face clasped around Agent C's head with a hiss. He could feel the material beginning to crush his head into a smaller form, with his chin shrinking drastically into a smaller but very defined form as his ears also shrank. His entire face then began to feel numb as his lips puffed out along with his eyes enlarging, his eyelashes and eyebrows thinned and lengthened into a more attractive form whilst his nose also shrank. He then felt a tingling sensation on the top of his head whilst the material tightened around his neck making it thinner and crushing his Adam's apple, causing Agent C to release a feminine moan from under the feminine mask, signaling the completion of his transformation into an exact copy of the TALSAR model.

The clasps and mask released themselves revealing the device that formerly resembled the outline of a man now resembled a young woman, before that then released and Agent C's new form was presented, with the exposed areas of her suit now showing her various feminine features sticking through them. She took a step before she then fell onto her hands and knees having not yet adjusted to her new center of gravity. She knelt there panting from exhaustion and brushing the long brown hair out of her face before a pair of scientists helped her up and lead her out of the room.

Agent C spent the next 2 weeks adjusting to her new body whilst also undergoing a rigorous training program, far different from the one she'd gone through when she was a man. She learned not only new methods of infiltration and combat training, but also how to act the part of the model, how to dress, talk, walk and show off her body like the TALSAR model normally would, on top of learning new forms of seduction and interrogation. Before long she was more than ready for her mission and headed off to her flight to meet with the TALSAR representatives that would hopefully lead her to her answers.

Agent C spent the next few days attending parties for TALSAR, looking pretty and acting the part, whilst also discretely gaining as much information as she could on their upcoming product. She quickly learned that the model she was impersonating hadn't been told much about the inner workings of the corporation, all she knew was that she was to be the sole model used in the upcoming advertising for the new product.

After a week it was finally time for the party at TALSAR headquarters on the eve of their product reveal, and Agent C knew that this would be her last chance to find out any vital information. She got herself looking pretty in the special dress code that the corporation had requested her to wear for the evening: tied back hair, earrings, black dress and heels, all of which bared the words 'Product of TALSAR' on them. Agent C initially thought it was strange that they'd given her a dress code for the evening unlike the other parties, but seeing as this was the night before the product release and there'd be a lot of press Agent C figured that the corporation would want her wearing their best products to show them off.

After several hours of socializing and posing for press she managed to slip away from the party, not hard seeing as there were literally hundreds of people attending so it'd be hard to keep track of her. Having found out that the CEO's office was on the twelfth floor she figured there'd have to be some information hidden there, so she made her way up to the tenth floor before finding an empty room where she then climbed out the window and using her newly acquired training, scaled the building up to the twelfth floor in order to avoid detection.

"I'm in." Agent C thought as she entered the office of the TALSAR corporation's CEO.

"I know the target is in here." She said to herself as she searched through the drawers in the desk, before coming across a file entitled 'Product Rundown'.

Flipping through the file Agent C was finally presented with what she'd been looking for, but was so shocked by what she saw that she'd missed a vital detail that would seal her fate.

Inside the file was sections of a planned introduction speech for the new products, explaining them as being 'the latest in cybernetic service and pleasure' with outlines of a robotic endoskeleton being present.

"And I thought after being turned into a woman this mission couldn't get any weirder." That was the last thing she thought before everything went black.

As she was flipping through the pages searching for information, she'd failed to notice that upon entering through the window she'd triggered a silent alarm, but the file's pages were laced with a paralyzing agent that activated after several seconds of making contact with human skin.

As she lay there unconscious a group of security men walked in followed by the corporation's CEO.

"Nice to see she stuck to the dress code, set her up in the vault." He said lighting a cigarette before the security men picked up Agent C and carried her out of the room.

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Agent C gradually began to regain consciousness, noticing that she was now fastened to a chair in what looked like the lower levels of the building given the shier size of the room resembling that of a large storage warehouse, with posters for the TALSAR corporation being plastered over the walls. There was also a large number of shipping containers in the room, too many to count along with a number of security men surrounding Agent C and the corporation's CEO sitting on a backwards chair in front of Agent C looking fairly bored, as if this was routine to him.

"I'll grant you the freedom to willingly tell me who you work for, even though I have a pretty good guess." He said taking a drag from his cigarette

"You really think I'd be stupid enough to tell you?" Agent C replied glaring at him.

"Well that's a surprise!" The CEO said rising from his chair as he set it aside whilst he continued to talk.

"Usually I get an 'I don't know what you're talking about' or 'I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding', I appreciate the lack of that bullshit from you, but you were still stupid enough to get caught." He said with a smirk causing Agent C to turn red with embarrassment.

"So you're definitely not our model, that's obvious seeing as she wasn't even supposed to attend any of these parties, we just set that up to see who would take the bait, but I'll admit you made for some nice eye candy, and it was fun seeing how far you got, especially that whole scaling the building thing. I imagine your agency used some form of advanced surgery to make you look like our model, we tinkered with making that tech but decided it wasn't

where the real money was."

Agent C was confused by what the CEO was saying.

"Let me guess, you captured her, but she's been in a coma ever since?"

The look on Agent C's face was enough to answer his question.

"Of course she is, she was programmed to shut down if she was ever captured." The CEO said.

Agent C finally put the pieces together, the cybernetic products, the reason why they were only using one model in their future advertising, she wasn't going to advertise the products, she was the product!

"Shame really, her realistic synthetic skin was hard to develop, well at least in losing one drone we gain another." The CEO says whilst taking another drag from his cigarette.

Agent C then felt small needles retract from her restraints, jabbing her in the wrists and ankles, causing an immense amount of pain to irradiate through her body.

"These nanites work a treat, usually it's a bit of a longer process with the other spies who've gone through it, but you already look the part!"

The nanites released by the needles then began to travel through Agent C's body, altering her from the inside out, turning her veins into wires and fusing with her bones as they turned into the metal endoskeleton that Agent C had been reading about minutes earlier. Her organs too were being dissolved and replaced with various circuitry and mechanical parts. Agent C screamed in pain as the blood in her body vanished, causing her skin to drain of color and her body to turn cold as ice.

She threw her head back screaming as the nanites had made their way to her brain, where they began collecting any relevant information on her agency and then began converting the rest of her brain into a cybernetic mainframe. Through the excruciating pain she could hear a robotic voice echoing in her head.

"All relevant data collected. Preparing for full personality recycling and drone program installation in 5... 4... 3..."

Agent C's eyes widened as her look of pain turned to a look of terror as she screamed desperately trying to free herself, but only a brief robotic sound came out as she no longer had any vocal cords to scream from, only a sound box which had just muted.

"2… 1... 0"

Within a split-second Agent C's face lost all emotion as her head suddenly faced straight, her panicked look replaced by a stiff, emotionless expression with her mouth hanging slightly open. Her body had also stiffened into a more formal position from her previously squealing state. As it repositioned itself there was a slight robotic sound on top of her robotic movements, which was heard again when her head twitched and her eyes started glowing blue indicating complete mental conversion.

"Drone program uploaded. Commencing cover installation." The voice in what used to be Agent C's head announced.

Starting from where she'd been injected her skin began to take on a grey synthetic material that spread all over her body smoothing out any distinctly human details; moles, blemishes, even the faintest wrinkles were all erased. As it reached her face her makeup suddenly looked as though it had been factory printed on along with her eyebrows, the same with her hair which formed into one solid mass with printed details and slight grooves to make it appear as though it was actual hair, giving her an almost doll like appearance. Even the inside of her mouth was coated in the material, her tongue, gums and teeth were all the same hard material as the rest of her skin, with any remaining saliva evaporating. Eventually she was left with a dull, slightly reflective grey skin that was no longer skin at all, but a metal alloy designed to protect her from damages. A noise that sounded like a small blowtorch emanated from the back of her neck as a small section of it glowed orange, before fading to reveal the words 'Product of TALSAR' engraved in small letters.

All changes having completed the restraints removed themselves and with the sound of mechanical joints the new drone quickly stood to attention.

"Conversion complete. Drone 247 fully operational." It said in an emotionless robotic version of Agent C's voice.

The CEO's phone pinged as he saw that he'd been sent the digital files of Agent C's knowledge of her organization.

"I'll get this to my researchers. We're done here, make sure it joins the others." The CEO said stamping out his cigarette and walking away, not even bothering to look at the new drone.

Drone 247 rotated on the spot and walked over to the nearby container that one of the guards had just opened, the faint sound of robotic joints still audible through the drone's clicking heels. The opened container doors revealed it to be filled with drones identical to that of 247; same clothing, same hairstyle, same glowing blue eyes and emotionless expression with grey synthetic skin. Drone 247 entered the container and rotated once inside so it was facing the same direction as the other drones, before the doors closed leaving only the light from the drone's eyes visible in the darkness of the container, where they all stood waiting for their orders to reveal themselves to the world as TALSAR's latest products. The agency would never know what she uncovered or what happened to her, just like all of the other agencies that sent agents in to uncover information on TALSAR, and even if the agency did figure out what happened to Agent C, how would they ever be able to tell which one was her?

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parkerlyn · 4 years ago

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Mini update - Jan 20, 2021

Hey all! Thanks so much for your patience with me and for still sending asks despite me being super slow 😫

Covid has come a lot closer to home recently, affecting some immediate family members and causing a death in our extended circle (someone my parents knew more than us, so mainly just trying to check in with them). Thankfully the immediate relatives are mostly on the mend, so things are looking up and we’re just taking each day one step at a time :)

That and some other irl things have kind of thrown me off / sent me into video game brain rot to unwind when I have time, so I haven’t made as much progress as I wanted (especially in IFWriMo asjdfklasjdkfdjk 😞). Though I did manage to get past 87k without code and 95k with code, so slowly creeping closer to 100k! Also huge apologies if I missed a tag or anything while I’ve been a little out of it D:

Slowly getting back into the groove of things, so will hopefully have a more earnest writing effort in the next couple weeks because I am so excited for the upcoming updates! Looking to still release at least Chap 2 at the end of January while I continue to work Chap 3, just because I’ve let this lull go on for so long x_x

Thank you for sticking around, and please stay safe! I hope you and your loved ones are well, and watch out for one another!

xoxo Parker ❤️

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ihassheepquake · 4 years ago

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DC's Stargirl 2.11 "Summer School: Chapter Eleven" has aired on the CW, and I'm here to talk about it

This is gonna be the best episode of the season. How do I know? Because Joey Zarick is back.

I really love that the Shadowlands are in Black and White. It's cute. And how terrifying for Court. One minute she's being attacked by Eclipso, the next she's waking up in a black and white version of Blue Valley.

I SEE HIM! MY BOY!! I'm crying already. Oh, the creepy smiles. Oh no. Courtney, I need you to find a way to save Joey from here. You guys have no idea how happy I am to hear Zarick the Great again. And to watch him do his card tricks! The cuts to the past! She picked the same card, no surprise there. I'm gonna have to rewatch the original scene from last season to see for sure, but it looks like they're doing mostly the same blocking for Joey from that scene, just mirrored with a few tricks. "Are you going to lie to me again" JOEY BABY NO!! Hi, DC, CW, whoever. I'd really like the buy that Joey card right now.

Okay, before I move on from talking about Joey, I wanna talk about how crazy surreal that must've been for Courtney. Joey's death was a super significant moment in Courtney's character development as well as the development of the show. His death was what made Court 1) realise the real, actual consequences of being a superhero and 2) was what motivated her to make her JSA. And he was, as far as we know, the first person she ever saw die. It was hugely traumatic for her. And now to see him again, like this too, must be horrifying. She has to think she's actually dead right now because she knows all three of these people are dead. Okay, I'm done for now. But expect more Joey posts from me in the upcoming days.

Principal Bowen & Isaac, more people she knows are dead. The reunion with Cindy and the symbolism of Courtney's blood being the only thing in colour. And now the return of Dragon King to haunt Cindy (just like Joey was here haunting Courtney, I'll never shut up about it).

I like this explanation of the Shadowlands.

Courtney's back in her childhood home, that Christmas when everything changed. What it must be like for Courtney to hear such shitty things from her mum. That's really, truly awful. Okay, this dialogue from Cindy about how Courtney sees the world in black and white. I wonder now if the Shadowlands aren't black and white for Cindy. Is that a literal visual for Courtney?

I love that Charles McNider is so far, like, one of the best of the old JSA. It feels really fitting. Like, this Dr Midnight, Johnny Thunder, and The Flash are the old JSA members who we've seen as like, actually good people. Except for Pat if we count him. He was also cool.

Jennie is probably the most powerful of the new JSA, which I love. I want more of her. I'm really hoping the set-up they did with Mr Bones last week is a hint into season 3's plotline.

I'm always a big fan of complex villains. And The Shade coming to see McNider and grieve with him is really beautiful actually. Last season we dealt with a fair amount of black and white in terms of morality but this season, the shades of grey has been the underlying theme. Obviously (hopefully), we're not going to get a Shade redemption, I think that would ultimately undermine the point being made about that. And I hope Courtney, Yolanda, Rick, and Beth take this lesson they're being taught to heart. The world's a lot less simple than it seems.

Barbara you bad bitch. "Then kill me" fuck him up! This is why Barbara is one of my faves.

No matter what, Courtney will always save Cindy. And if that isn't queer coding, I don't know what is. Make them girlfriend CW.

Shut the fuck up you stupid Eclipso child brat!!

Cindy with a heart is my favourite Cindy. She really can feel things like a real human being.

AND THE OG DR MIDNITE AND THE LESBIANS ARE BACK IN THE REAL WORLD!!

I've decided that, if given the chance, Charles & Richard would've been gay for each other.

Cindy's gonna team up with the JSA to kill Eclipso, as she should, Yolanda is gonna be back. We're in full pre-finale mode people! This is gonna get good. Join us again and see what happens next week with Stargirl 2.12 "Summer School: Chapter Twelve"

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