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emprexxluxaic · 2 years

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ᰋ ׅ࣪ ꒰ possible profession ♡︎ where your future spouse live ꒱

⠀ׅ ♡⠀࣪ emprexxluxaic ⸺ your angel ׅ ࣪ 𝅄

──⠀۪ ఌ︎ ۫ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎 ୨୧ ( 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 )

ᴾᴵᴸᴱ ᴼᴺᴱ ᪶ ᴾᴵᴸᴱ ᵀᵂᴼ ᪶ ᴾᴵᴸᴱ ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴱ

⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝

THE TWO CUPS IN A BALCONY

⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜ ︵ ୨୧︵ ⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜

This might be someone who doesn’t want to be honest and open. They don’t prize communication, but would rather run from the truth.Most of the time they are cool, calm and unemotional.Someone who is clever and acutely aware to their current situation.They know how to control their lives and quite determined for their short term goals.In terms of communication they know when to speak and right words to use to make it easy maybe they like hosting party?,they are responsible and down to earth person,hardworking person and very commited to their jobs or studies,they can be very organized and likes to spend there time in library who loves to read books and interesting articles online.a pet and nature lover,may be they own a pet and likes to plant.They appreciate the beauty of our nature and enjoy simple walks in parks or hiking,also loves food and going to picking fruits in summer/spring or autumn,they found it enjoyable.if this a woman they very conservative into their clothes maybe because of their beliefs/culture,you probably don't them showing there skin alot or wearing trendy clothes but likes to buy good quality clothes that will last longer.Also they think about what decisions she will make and don't like to be quick,they will rather spend time weighting the pros and cons.they move very slowly but very patient they make sure that everything is perfect cause they always like it to be perfect , a perfectionist.

THEIR PROFESSION :

WHERE THEY LIVE :

Kazakhstan, Kyrgyz Republic, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan , Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, India, Iran, Maldives, Nepal, Pakistan, Sri Lanka , Scandinavia , Paraguay , New Zealand , Portuguese , Argentina, Bolivi, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Ecuador, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, the Dominican Republic and Uruguay [ SOUTH EAST AND EAST ASIA ]

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A CAT UNDER THE SHADY CLOUDS

⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜ ︵ ୨୧︵ ⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜

This person is someone calm, non-confrontational, and placid. They have learned to get along with almost anyone and make great partners and friends,only few things upset them.In any problems they work towards a peaceful resolution that will benefit everyone,this people simple life and avoid busy places and crowds,they need quiet and peace to think better their thoughs also tends to seeks relief from very tiring day they really love day offs and breaks from daily life. they make choices from their heart and puts effort on how they appear maybe they like fashion because they care how you/other people think about them and their appearance and image Whenever this people in a relationship they put effort for being witty and appealing,often wants to feel the relationship is whole,they have balanced approach in life or to people that surround them.They naturally an excellent communicator and mediators who brings best into other lives.They can be over confident and may brag their abilities to others,they love attention and often expect everyone to gave them recognition (can have narcissistic traits) when people are not affected by their charms they feels something is wrong with them.

THEIR PROFESSION :

WHERE THEY LIVE :

Honduras,Saint Barthélemy,Antigua and Barbuda,Dominica,Nicaragua,Cayman Islands,El Salvador,Bermuda,Saint Pierre and Miquelon,Greenland,Saint Kitts and Nevis,Costa Rica,Montserrat,Panama,Sint Maarten,Guadeloupe,Belize,Bahamas,Turks and Caicos Islands,Saint Martin,Canada,Martinique,U.S.A.,British Virgin Islands,Jamaica,Barbados,Puerto Rico,Caribbean Netherlands,Saint Lucia,Guatemala,Curaçao,Anguilla,Trinidad and Tobago,Mexico,Haiti,Cuba,Grenada,Saint Vincent and the Grenadines,Dominican Republic,Aruba,United States Virgin Islands,Bahrain, Cyprus, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Israel, Jordan, Kuwait, Lebanon, Oman, Palestine, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, the Syrian Arab Republic, Turkey, the United Arab Emirates and Yemen,New Zealand, Australia, France, Norway, the United Kingdom, Chile, and Argentina [ EUROPE ]

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SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM THE CROWDS

⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜ ︵ ୨୧︵ ⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜

This is someone with a gentle nature being both generous and abundant,might be introvert or they just love their home and loves gardening,they enjoy spending time in decorating , cooking , and gardening.Often do well in their chosen field and people that who knows or surrounds them loves to pay a visit into their house also they love to entertain other people and has big heart.They desire for success and will do anything just to achieve it, no matter what challenges they ben through they sees life as passion and inspiration .Always has new or fresh ideas and they don't hesitate at moving forward ,they are strong and have the ability to succed the all odds,confident and accomplised people.They geniunely love their family and loves kids ,they are nurturing and often makes a good parent in future or now?.This person is very grateful ay anything they have whether it's material or not indeedreally loves their family and family means alot for them (maybe a family oriented).for other who choose this pile they will might get a wealthy spouse or a spouse coming from well stablish or wealthy family or will get wealthy after marriage.They good at working an might reaping their awards and share it with less fortunate people.

THEIR PROFESSION :

WHERE THEY LIVE :

COUNTRIES IN AFRICA , FIJI , PAPUA NEW GUINEA , SOLOMON ISLANDS , MARSHALL ISLANDS , MICRONESEA , NEW ZEALAND , VANUATA , AUSTRALIA , SAMOA , PALAU , KIRIBATI , TUVALU , NAURU , TONGA , UNITED KINGDOM , IRELAND , SCOTLAND , ANTARTICA , VICTORIA(SOUTHEASTERN AUSTRALIA)

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rippleclan · 6 months

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[Image ID: a video game screen for something called RippleClan’s Promise: A Clangen Tale. Stars border the title and the Clan’s logo sits below it. Four boxes border the logo, labeled “CONTINUE”, “SETTINGS”, “NEW GAME”, and “QUIT”. A star cursor sits next to the SETTINGS box and highlights it yellow.]

The air hums around you. Everything seems to shimmer, ever so slightly, in a way that makes the world seem bright. It looks like the territory you know, but... better. Safer. A pale silver figure appears before you with a glittering pelt and excitement in their eyes.

Moonpaw:

“You came! Finally! I’ve been waiting for you for moons! What took you? Well, that doesn’t matter. RippleClan’s been thriving without you, but they’ll appreciate having you around.

“Wait... you don’t know about RippleClan?! Where have you been, living under a rock? Hold on... you don’t even know who I am, do you?! Rude! I’m Moonpaw, former mediator apprentice extraordinaire and RippleClan’s guide in the stars! I’ve been dead for generations, so I can fill you in on what’s what. RippleClan is a new Clan founded by a few Clan cats seeking a new life with a new, more open philosophy. The other Clans are... a little strict, to put it nicely. Maybe RippleClan can change some things, heh! I help them out with the day to day stuff, but you’ll be keeping an eye on them and nudging them along in SUPER big ways! It may take a few moons for your changes to take effect, but don’t worry, when they do, you’ll know.”

Moonpaw:

“I’m sorry if our connection is shaky. It takes a while to record everything going on in RippleClan, and sometimes you may not see it. Don’t worry, though, I’ll always describe things for you! Image IDs are great, aren’t they?

“Don’t worry about how I know that, it doesn’t matter. Whenever an image shows up in an update, the paragraph below the image will include the text in the image and a description of who’s in the scene. There’s a lot of juicy stuff below each image, so take the time to read! At the end of each entry will be some basic information for each cat in the scene. That means their age, their rank, their gender, and their personality. Here’s mine!"

Moonpaw: 10 moons, Female, Meditator Apprentice, Childish, Great Hunter

Moonpaw:

“RippleClan’s Promise is stylized like a simple pixel video game. As such, you might see some statistics pop up alongside our beloved cats! Here, I’ll show you. When someone gets a condition, it’ll show up like this!”

[Image ID: + CONDITION: GRIEVING appears below Moonpaw]

“That’s just one example of something that can pop up on our adventures! There’s bound to be more fun additions. Speaking of additions, this series doesn’t have the same lore as ones you may be more familiar with. A lot of the worldbuilding is inspired by the Better Bones AU by @bonefall. This AU includes an upgrade to Clan technology, such as cooking, controlling fire, making baskets, and having more advanced medical care. There are also some unique features to change things up. I’ll pop in on occasion and explain them when I have to.”

Moonpaw:

“Okay, I know rules are boring, but I gotta explain how RippleClan works, ok? Ok! I’m going to pick out the most important events from each moon, and you’ll get to see all the details!

“All the events I show you actually happened. I merely translate what I see for you. I’m keeping my influence to a minimum. That means no meddling that doesn’t fit the character. I’m not going to adjust relationships, pick out mentors, or change patrol outcomes. I will, however, adjust the occasional kit name and decide how cats respond in patrols based on their traits. Other things, like some warrior names or stories, are up to you! I’ll let you know when I need your help.”

Moonpaw:

“I think that’s all the big stuff! Come on, what are we waiting for? Let’s check in on RippleClan!”

#settings #rippleclan #rippleclan clangen #moonpaw

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aroaessidhe · 2 years

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link & full entry in pinned post!

Maeve

I’m not really into makeup or jewelry or anything, but I feel like the only reason I’m not is because everyone expects you to be as a girl, y’know?

He extracts a long golden thread with a hard black pendant on the end of it, accompanied by a single red bead. “She told me it was a protection charm,” he says. “Azabache.”

I, meanwhile, am in a stripy jumper from Next and a pair of leggings I keep having to pick dog hair off. It’s painful enough standing next to her in my street clothes

light blue knit dress

gray-blue eyes,

I manage to find some black fishnets she wore at Halloween, but that’s the best I’m able to do. . I do, however, find one deep-plum lipstick that looks quite good against my dark hair. I hit the jackpot in Pat’s room, where I find a big black Kate Bush T-shirt. And I actually know some Kate Bush songs, so I won’t feel like a complete imposter wearing it. I cut an old pair of black jeans into shorts and put the fishnets on underneath.

I’m wearing navy, as Fiona instructed. A woolly jumper dress with thick black tights underneath. I pull it over my head, standing up as I take it off.

Fiona

Her mum is Filipino, and as one of the few nonwhite people in our school, she gets a few comments about her looks.

shiny black hair

she uses different highlighters to color her shoelaces, making a striped tricolor of pink, yellow, and blue.

She’s abandoned her uniform in favor of gray jeans, an emerald-green leotard patterned to look like mermaid scales, and an oversize biker jacket with wide sleeves and deep, zippy pockets that her hands are stuffed into.

sweatpants and a horse T-shirt that is too small for her

black jeans, a Penelope Pitstop T-shirt, and her big leather jacket. She has a little bit of winged eyeliner on

Roe

big hazel eyes, which really do look a bit like Ariana Grande

big, soft features and solitary habits

fingernails are painted pink. Not loud, hot fuchsia but soft pink, the color of a ballet slipper

freshly painted nails. They are aquamarine now.

a scarlet bomber jacket that would look almost sporty if the collar weren’t leopard print

looks at Roe in his red bomber jacket trimmed with leopard print, his schoolbag covered in badges, his hair long and curly.

Roe’s so much more Irish-looking than I am. The curly hair. The thick shoulders. The wiry frame. The ruddiness in his skin, high in his cheekbones, scarlet at his ears. He’s like an old drawing of some Celtic warrior.

in black Dr. Martens and a floor-length, deep red velvet gown with a slit up the leg is Roe O’Callaghan. His hair is curlier than ever and pushed forward so his eyes are barely visible under the thick mop. And with lips so painted they look swollen, he starts to sing, slowly at first.

pushing his hair back to reveal two pearl earrings

I smudge coffee-colored shadow across his eyes, then draw inky lines across the lids, trying my best to flick upward. I remember Michelle boring us all about “cat eyes” at school. Roe, though — he actually looks like a cat. I let him put on his own mascara because I’m too afraid of poking him in the eye. I dab a tiny bit of pearly highlighter on his cheekbones so they glow when he catches the light.

I have a fur coat you could wear.” “A fur coat?” “Don’t start. It’s inherited from my great-grandmother or something.” We go up to my room, and I show him the coat. The room, lit by the single bulb of my bedside lamp, glows like a sunken sunset. The rabbit fur shines a deep, steely silver. He puts it on over his T-shirt. “You need to see the whole thing. With the silky top and the pearls and all that.

Lily

sitting on her own with a book, her long dark-blond fringe falling into her eyes. I can see red swollen spots around her temples, acne breakouts where the grease from her hair touches her skin.

a very tall girl with dark blond hair near the Beg wearing a coat over her pajamas.

#all our hidden gifts #caroline o'donoghue #char desc database

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incarnateirony · 3 years

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So here we are, The Great Supernatural Rewatch, 01.01 Pilot. If unfamiliar with this rewatch, please check my Objectives and Bracketing post [x], and then my Methodology Notes [x]; Also, reminder that I’m not the only person doing this, though each in their own ways. My Objectives and Methodology are my own.

I’m trying to get a little ahead of the official Jan 3 start date, since I know I will... inevitably fall behind, and this episode was ripe for the initial pick-through for the inevitability of a thousand call backs.

That said, with level 1. SYNCHRONIC: As it reads, unto itself, as best divorced from future knowledge of the story, it’s difficult to do much actual “meta” as much as review and commentary since literally it’s all character and story introductions. There’s some to be had, but beyond things like lighting, the Level 1 viewing tier is not going to lend towards much beyond basic archetypes, and a lot of mythology breakdown. This post will be heaving Level 2 weighted as a result. Most tier-1 posting is going to be an early build of key words, phrases and signs to assemble throughout the season watching (and tap back on later for tier 2 by tagging.)

Also a few unannounced side projects; I’m about to start a “Combat Counter” and “Marksmanship Counter”, to see how Sam and Dean handle both in physical battles/scraps over time compared to each other, and who has the better overall aim in the long term.

Some things saved in this post will seem random and arbitrary, but are potential flags I intend to keep, mostly for later level 2, DIACHRONIC study.

Now to get to the meat:

STUDY: REWATCH/REVIEW STAGE

Allow me to lead with: this episode even unto itself is a fine spectacle of just how much the genre shifted over time. I am a huge fan of David Nutter’s directing; many would know him from, say, Game of Thrones. He didn’t stay long--just Pilot and Wendigo--before moving on. But some of his touches stayed with the show for a few years. The entire ambiance is a giant testiment to survival-horror, a grimness to it, even if the CW itself could never truly capitalize on it. The mood and ambiance was successfully played on. The entire episode is rife with cloudy lighting beaming between bars and through windows, bold silhouette shots, and more that gives an air of mystery even after some characters are established. Dynamic shots are plenty.

Your early reading here isn’t going to tell you much you don’t already know, but is for filing, review, and even reminder/refresher purposes. As the season unfolds, there’s going to be more to interconnect, obviously. If you would like to read more observations on actual parallels, scroll to the DIACHRONIC STUDY header. If I’ve taken a screenshot, even in Synchronic, it’s because it’s a flag I do expect to come back up in diachronic study later and need to catalogue for future parallels and address.

So, imagining it’s 2005, we’re watching Supernatural for the first time. We’re in a very different world, Both in the show, and in the real world. A standard, haunting discord rattles the minds of the audience as a tree moves like a hand towards the window of a suburban home.

We see a classic, nuclear family in this standard home, saying their charming goodnights to an infant. But within moments, we’re told in every classic way that everything is wrong. The infant’s mobile turns on its own accord; the clock stops.

It’s 8:12pm when the world goes haywire. The decorative moon in the room flickers, growing dim. The mother wakes to the sound of a distressed infant on the baby monitor. She rises from bed in her gown.

This is a point I’m left to negotiate cursed knowledge: to all visual cues, the mother’s attire appears to be white. The audience perceived it as white. But we know it, and Jess’ gown later, was actually pink; the film stock failed to capture it. Both short term and much louder in the long term, these two colors can deliver two very different meanings. But for us, a viewer consuming a digital medium with no knowledge beyond what they published, I’m left to decide that the text seems to determine her in a white gown.

The wife sees a stark silhouette, asking if the child was hungry, assuming it was her husband that quieted her. She turns away, tapping on a flickering light over an old marriage portrait that one can only assume was a previous family generation. She descends the stairs.

Here she finds her husband is sleeping. Panic takes her, bringing her to the room. Quickly, chaos erupts. As does she, once seen bleeding down onto the hand of the father from above the crib. We see her, sunken eyes, already dying, screaming without a sound. Silent. Unable to make a noise.

The camera details the desperation of the father rushing his infant to his older child. “Take your brother outside as fast as you can, don’t look back. Now Dean, GO.”

I’m unclear what John thinks he’s going to achieve running back in for Mary as fire takes the home. But soon, he finds young Dean, 4, outside, holding an infant, “I've got you Sammy.” John erupts out of the house as the windows begin to blow, sweeping in to carry Dean, who carries Sam.

As the fire department arrives, the first cords of a song we would later come to recognize as Americana haunt through otherwise chilling music that climbs actively to punch out through our first cold open.

The Winchesters are our first cold open.

We find ourselves in modern day with the rick of a rock cord, and a young woman in a white nurse outfit adjusting her earings while framed by an image of John and Mary--the mother and father--in a picture frame. Though she calls for Sam, we see nothing of Dean--not even a picture. The image on the counter tells of a life Sam(my) was too young to even know, but perhaps is in his blonde-haired woman who teases him about halloween while standing in front of a mirror.

Sam is clearly in his young prime, celebrating his LSAT with a 174 score much to his chagrin with friends dressed up in all styles of wardrobe. Behind Sam a neon black cat sign may just jinx his future in warm but dull lighting; ghostly drapes hide behind Jess in a blue, sharper light.

Sam’s friends perceive he must be the Golden Boy of the family. Jess is proud of him. “What would I do without you?” “Crash and burn.”

Night onsets. Dim lighting feels dusty despite the otherwise hopeful environment. Heavy creaking, groaning, footsteps; Sam rises on instinct, spying an open door and catching haunting noises--sounds. An intruder. And one fateful fight. The choreography spares little.

In actual combat, the intruder--quickly identified as Dean--comes out on top. (Combat ticker: Sam vs Dean: Dean 1) Easy there, tiger. As Dean haunts, revealing his roguish personality quickly, he’s then gotten the better of (this is not going to be considered a combat ticker, it’s not actual combat, but aftermath).

Sam challenges why Dean broke in, but Dean knew Sam would have never picked up without him. They’re interrupted from their silhouetting by the light flicking on, and Dean further displays his roguish charm, enjoying her smurfs, not dreaming of her getting dressed; but soon, it’s down to business--Dean says it’s private family matters. Sam, a unit in the doorframe with Jess, says it can be said in front of her. Until the fateful line: “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.” The camera zooms on Sam’s set jaw to tell the audience how much weight is in that line as the audio itself drags a raw cord of suspense.

The dizzying stairs are a descent into a world Sam seems to have left behind, with the audience viewing from below. Quickly, we’re introduced to ideas: the Poltergeist in Amherst, the Devil’s Gate in Clifton, “always missing and always fine.” Sam’s bitterness is thick: rather than telling him not to be afraid of the dark, “dad gave me a .45″, though Dean challenges what he should have done. They soon stand in a cage of sharply lit bars, arguing if this was what their mother would have wanted--to be raised like warriors.

Dean challenges if Sam would want a normal apple pie life; Sam slaps back: not normal, safe. “And that’s why you ran away.”--But John told him to stay gone. Regardless, Dean doesn’t want to do it alone. Sam asks what he was hunting, and why Dean wasn’t there; Dean was working a voodoo thing in New Orleans.

Dean reveals Jericho, California--10 men over to years on the same 5 mile stretch of road.

The “Ran it through A Goldwave” is a funny side comment but I’m not gonna get into why beyond LOL “through a goldwave”, that’s-- whatever. But we hear, in EVP, “I can never go home.”

The average viewer, at this point, isn’t going to be deeply instructing the story parallels--and in the scheme of it, Sam’s fear of going home barely scratches the meta surface. We do know John has been missing for three weeks. And find out Sam has a Monday deadline for his entry to lawschool, “whole future on a plate.” Jess worries over disappearing with his family, reminding of the deadline, but he promises to be back in time.

A sharp cut to JERICHO, CALIFORNIA. The driver shares similar concerns to Sam, “if I miss it, dad’s gonna have my ass,” he tells his girlfriend on the phone. A woman in white appears down the road as the car clock fries at 10:17, asking to be taken home. “Take me home?” “She lives at the end of breckenridge road.” “A girl like you shouldn’t really be alone out here.” She hikes her skirt. “I’m with you. Do you think I’m pretty? Will you come home with me?” hell yeah.

They arrive at a dillapidated home. “I can never go home.” No one even lives here. He steps out, turns around, and she’s gone. An eerie handprint appears on the window.

He decides to leave, clearly feeling the offsettling vibes, but isn’t alone. She steams with animosity in the backseat.

He looks into his mirror.

And wipes out.

After a violent death, we cut back to our boys and another exposition: credit card scams (jesus, could sam have yelled it any louder?), breakfast in a gas station bag, you gotta update your casette tape collection--why? because for one, they’re casette tapes. Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica--it’s the greatest hits of mullet rock. “House rules Sammy, Driver picks the music, rider shuts his cakehole.” “Sammy is a chubby 12 year old.” “What, can’t hear you.”

ENTER, JERICHO

Internal impala shots galore will end up being a major vibe of our next few years. A spunky guitar theme plays that we will eventually come to know. Dean pulls out a cigar box full of fake badges ranging from FBI to Bureau of Tobacco from the glove box, quickly showing us how deep this path goes for them already.

The cops review the mystery: no fingerprints, spotless; we find out that the victim was dating the cop’s daughter, who was posting missing flyers downtown. The boys introduce themselves as federal agents, are challenged for being too young, and Dean sasses his way through, “that’s very kind of you.” -- while gathering basic intel, we quickly find Dean’s tongue getting ahead of him, calling their lack of ability to find a connection beyond them all being male victims, calling it crack police work. The brothers’ dual personas exit the crime scene with a cuff upside the head from Sam to Dean, a bickering match, and Dean leaving a Mulder and Scully crack on the cops.

They quickly find Amy, the girlfriend, and lie to claim that were Troy’s relatives and had heard about her, and move to a diner to talk about events.

No major unusual things to warrant events; Sam compliments her necklace. She jokes that Troy got it for her to freak out her parents for “devil stuff”, but Sam quickly educates her on the pentagram meaning the opposite, a symbol of protection.

But there are weird rumors in town--people talk. In-sync, “what do they talk about”; a local legend. She tells them of a girl murdered on centennial where anyone who picks her up disapears forever. The brothers quickly move on to a library with a clunky monitor, fully dating us; not just the lack of good cell phones and wifi, but the equipment and the appearance of the search engine alone. Right, we’re watching this in 2005.

The brothers slapfight again, but Sam shows that even away from the life he never lost his prowess. He asks, “Angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?” and searches for suicide. 1981, 24 years prior. “Our babies were gone and Constance couldn’t bear it.”

So they go to see where Constance took the swan dive.

The brothers begin to fight.

SAM Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—

DEAN turns around.

DEAN Monday. Right. The interview.

SAM Yeah.

DEAN Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?

SAM Maybe. Why not?

DEAN Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?

SAM steps closer.

SAM No, and she's not ever going to know.

DEAN Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.

DEAN turns around and keeps walking. SAM follows.

SAM And who's that?

DEAN You're one of us.

SAM hurries to get in front of DEAN.

SAM No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.

DEAN You have a responsibility to—

SAM To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.

DEAN grabs SAM by the collar and shoves him up against the railing of the bridge. A long pause.

DEAN Don't talk about her like that.

They’re interrupted as Constance appears, diving off the cliff, and immediately taking control of the Impala.

“Dude, who’s driving your car?” Dean holds up his keys.

They flee, over the bridge, and share another movement. One more fake card later, they find themselves in John’s room, room 10, in a motel. Sam remarks that the place is covered in Salt, and Cat’s Eye Shells. The entire room is covered in case work and lore.

I’ll break down the lore of these in a later mythos reblog, though the Asmodeus one really catches my eye for reasons outside of this episode.

Sam finds a photo-- a distinctly different family than the one on his college dresser. There, it’s John and Mary as an ideal image that framed Jessica. Here, it’s the life he walked away from. But while Dean heads out, he’s spotted by police, and their old coded dialect pops out, “Five Oh, take off.” Federal marshalls confront him: They’re looking for his partner (cue Wincest fans trying to make meta that’s about to be shot down one scene later, in the distance), fake US Marshalls, fake credit cards, is there anything about you that’s Real. My boobs.

Just putting a flag in the name Sheriff Pierce, we’ll figure out if that’s ever valid to anything later. But he tells Dean of the trouble he’s in with a room full of missing people and devil worship, for Dean to snap back he was 3 when they went missing. But they knew he had more than one partner. An older man. John’s journal is thrown out (Wincest meta dies a terrible death beyond previous scene)

Again, I’ll translate the FUTHARK in a follow up post, this is already taking a lot of time as it is.

Meanwhile, Sam is investigating the leads they and John both found. Previously spoken intents to burn her has him ask about her being buried at an old plot by Breckenridge at their old place.

SAM And why did you move?

JOSEPH I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died.

SAM stops walking. JOSEPH stops too.

SAM Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?

JOSEPH No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known.

SAM So you had a happy marriage?

JOSEPH hesitates.

Putting a flag in this for later.

But Sam decides to call the man out.

SAM A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?

JOSEPH just looks.

SAM It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really.

SAM starts back toward JOSEPH.

SAM Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women.

SAM stops in front of JOSEPH.

SAM You understand. But all share the same story.

JOSEPH Boy, I don't care much for nonsense.

JOSEPH walks away. SAM follows.

SAM See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them.

JOSEPH stops.

SAM And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.

JOSEPH turns around.

SAM Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again.

JOSEPH You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!

SAM You tell me.

JOSEPH I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!

Sam is flushed out, and makes a fake 911 call to break Dean out, pointing out that the husband had been unfaithful. More dramatic silhouette shots really capture the early spirit of the piece, with Dean using a phone booth in lieu of other options. Hell, Dean was able to find a phone booth, let that take you back. They determine that John left Jericho, and establish his ex-marine habits with the coordinates, 35-111 that Dean had lied through to the cop. But while on the phone, the woman in white appears in front of Sam on the road, non-crashing.

She controls the car again, and forces him to drive to a broken home, repeating, “I can never go home.” Sam recognizes: “You’re scared to go home.” And that’s when the creepy ghost rapey vibes start, mounting him, demanding he hold her, she’s cold. “You can’t kill me, I’m not unfaithful.” He argues. You will be. Just hold me.

As she goes to rip out his heart, she flickers with the beat of his.

Dean breaks into the scene, unloading 12 shots into the ghost with iron bullets to disrupt her manifestation, giving Sam time to sit up and say, “I’m taking you home.”, where he drives through the house. Dean helps Sam out of the car, only to be telekinetically pinned by a dresser to be disabled.

The lights flicker again. Children manifest, water runs down the stairs, looking eerily like the light could be the Winchester’s old home

Here, she falls when reunited with her children. Sam clarifies--she could never go home, she was too afraid to face her kids (while not viable for the synchronic study, for my own sanity I’m going to note this season, Home will be all but mandatory to touch back here.) Dean says Sam found her weak spot.

They drive down the road with a blown headlight, Sam using an old map and ruler to locate the coordinates. But it’s realized Sam isn’t going with Dean to blackwater ridge, colorado 600 miles away. His interview was in ten hours. Dean declares, “I’ll take you home.”

There’s banter over meeting up later, and being a good team, but Sam goes inside and calls for Jess. “You home?” He finds a plate full of cookies with a note “missed you, love you” and relaxes in bed with the distant sound of a running shower.

And of course.

And so it began.

SYNCHRONIC STUDY: IN-EPISODE PARALLELS

In a first episode, there’s only so much to address. While we may question how much the Woman in White being in White may have been intentional with Jess and Mary, who wore pink (a diachronic full text body note later), in the initial review, it’s worth mentioning for the reasons in part 1 I’ve decided to air towards white in the final text product. Resultingly, the tie between Constance->Mary->Jess seems tangible. But it isn’t really so simple.

“Home.” Home is a huge keyword.

"I can never go home." within the episode unto itself, Sam is struggling to well, get back home. And frankly, returning home is the key of it. (hears distant uppity Wincest stans) The difference here is, this isn't a direct parallel, of course, as much as a general ambient mood that will haunt is forward through the show, even if current viewers just watching episode 1 don't recognize it yet. Sam going home kills Jess, essentially; or at least witnesses her death. At the same time, Sam fears returning to the hunter life, or more doesn't think he can because John told him not to come back. But now that Jess is dead, well, Sam can never go home to the life he was building. He has no choice but TO go back to the other home--the hunter life. Even if he’s certain it’s not what Mary would have wanted for them.

DIACHRONIC STUDY: IN-SEASON PARALLELS, LOOKING FORWARD

There’s no way I’ll have them all in mind, these are just what are flagging me along the way.

1.09 Home As the “Home” rewatch is not that far away, I’m going to save this as a placeholder with general notes about “Mary apologizing to Sam,” even if frankly, she should have to Dean too. But even if, at the time, the exact details of the deal may or may not have been established or hashed out by the authors--we’re not picking at arguing if the authors intended it or not here. Here, Mary apologizes for her deal. Here, Mary apologizes--for drowning her children. For magnetizing this poltergeist to this place that she demands let her sons go, where she forces the spook to let go of Sam. She couldn’t really go home in the truest sense until that passed. (I’ll have deeper chain-link connections on this looking-forward once actually at the episode.

DIACHRONIC STUDY: IN-ERA PARALLELS, LOOKING FORWARD

They’re here, but not pinging me at 1 AM beyond vagueblogging about Lucifer showing up as Jess to haunt Sam and the inevitable time travel episodes about Mary, so placeholder for later updates.

DIACHRONIC STUDY: BEYOND-ERA PARALLELS, LOOKING FORWARD

Obviously compare to above-dropped screenshots.

11.04: Mistakes were made.

Listen, Dean’s grimace seat has been in discussion lately, don’t blame me for thinking of Joseph’s mistakes right after the season as Dean-mirror Pastor Joseph. Funny how Sam’s get shown and Dean’s don’t.

11.23/12.01: Mary’s return in the (white or pink, I’m rolling with white as-above) gown, and all extending details.

12.22: Mary's dreamspace.

12.23: Dean, Castiel's death, Sam removing Dean

15.01: Woman In White, We've got work to do

I feel like the Woman in White is the most interesting of these that hasn’t been as talked to death as, say, the 12.23 elements with the Destiel parallel. After all, the Woman in White largely focused on Sam. It was his fear of home. It was him being faithful to Jess (and being unfaithful can be more than sex, really; after all, he made a promise to come back.) But in season 15, it’s Dean that the ghost of the jilted lover approaches, shortly after Dean nearly killed Jack in his pain. Was Dean the weeping woman? Or was Castiel? Who held the animosity in the back seat?

Or is this a shared path? As Dean puts the Equalizer away under the Cigar Box, he has his own haunting issues in the mirror.

Those will be addressed more deeply when we get to that episode in like half a year. But for now, I’m just putting a pin in it. With a side scribble of “Cas got his Secrets/Mary, Sam got his serial killer and clowns and Dean got... the woman in white with Belphegor.”

15.02: Road Closed

15.03: If one insists Mary and Jess’ dress are pink, Rowena’s dress upon wedding and unbirthing to death (and queendom)

15.04: I still think about Jess (shortly before Eileen’s return.)

15.13: If one insists Mary and Jess’ dress are pink, atop the eventually-addressed meaning of lighting (death and transformation) vs the Empress symbolism (fertility, rebirth), Castiel in pink light.

15.15: If one insists Mary and Jess’ dress are pink. Amara’s trenchcoat.

15.20: Beyond the obvious quotes, and the (IMO failed) attempt at nostalgia, there’s honestly very little callback to the original episode.

That’s it on first glance, I’m sure more will rattle out as we go forward. Well, mostly. Keys to the Legacy from Mint Condition is flagging me alongside control mechanisms like Castiel losing control of his vessel. But those are thoughts to put pins in for now and develop later.

COMBAT COUNTER:

DEAN VICTORIES: 1 (sam vs Dean)

MARKSMANSHIP COUNTER:

DEAN SHOTS: 12 shots, 12 hits.

(hits for any individual will be considered accurate even if targets teleport/flicker out as long as it should have hit the body)

The mythology pasted all around John’s Room is worth a second trip, but off the top of my head I see the Bell Witch and Asmodeus from the Lesser Key of Solomon (near the motel door).

I’ll reblog later to add commentary on that.

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2. Aberrant

Sorry this one’s a bit late, I could not think of a good prompt for the life of me. And then this one ended up being so much longer than I thought.

Anyways, the best known way to make a cat like you is to bribe it with treats. Or previously inaccessible laboratories.

(1574 words) [Masterpost]

The door whooshed open, letting out a small cloud of air that had been trapped in the room for some time. The lights started to blink on one by one as they flickered to life with soft red glows, casting the two miqo’te into gentle relief.

“Finally, I’ve been trying to get this lab open for ages,” the woman said, stepping into the room and adjusting her hat so she could get a better look. “Apparently this was the personal lab of one Stygian Osseous, the primary researcher for the Warring Triad restraints, who then went on to work on the Dalamud project.”

“Ah, I see,” the man said softly, looking around the room with interest. “And being of such high rank, his room would be closed off to everyone save for the royal family.”

“After we found Owen’s node and laboratory, I knew there had to be other places that were blocked off,” Nive muttered, starting to flip on switches for more lights to pop on. “I kept finding references to his work while I was digging into the Triad’s restraints on the upper decks of the Flagship, but every time I was confronted with passwords and nodes that tried to fire lasers at me.”

“So this is why you kitnapped me,” G’raha said with some amusement, his luminous red eyes crinkling at her. “I see, I’m just a key for you to get into nooks and crannies you probably shouldn’t.”

Nive paused for a moment and think it over, only to chuckle. “Yeah, pretty much. Sorry, I don’t like you much at all, Exarch. But this is going a long way to endearing me to you.”

G’raha blinked at the title, and wondered if it was intentional or not. Truthfully he and the woman were acquaintances at best -- he hadn’t endeared himself to her during his tenure as the Crystal Exarch, and now that they were back on the Source, he hadn’t seen much of her. It was strange, really. She was family-by-proxy, since she was Shining’s sister, but she had had little and less to say to him other than deriding his intelligence or asking a few questions about the Tower.

Admittedly he wasn’t on her level. She was extremely intelligent, and had an encylopedia’s worth of knowledge stuffed into her grimoires or her head. She knew more about aether patterns and primals than he probably ever would, as well as the sheer math that was required in her chosen profession of being a Summoner. He wasn’t a slouch, having gotten his own archon mark and a century’s worth of experience governing a city, but she was on a different tier entirely. He tried not to take it personally.

Nive started walking through the lab, carefully noting down things in her grimoire before she went to move various switches or open cabinets. It was a methodical sort of note taking that he had seen before on countless occasions, and he wondered how many books she went through on the weekly. The Ironworks had many of her books saved and used as references, and he had torn through many of them while he was with the group. There were dozens that were piled into the library, but based on what he had seen in the last few months of knowing her, at least a good seventy percent had been lost to time. The historian in him ached to try and figure out pieces that were missing, to study her books and gain some sort of knowledge.

But here he was, watching the living legend spray herself with ink as the quill nib broke. She spluttered and coughed, then grumbled and yanked another quill out from the feather on her hat--so that’s why she wore the damn thing--and continued writing, heedless of the ink on her cheeks. History was learned and not lived indeed.

“G’raha, can you--pleh--turn on that light over there?” She asked, pointing to where a switch sat, next to a containment chamber. The man laughed softly at her but did as bid, going to flip on one of the switches. The containment chamber lit up, and he had to stifle a yelp of surprise.

It was filled with a sort of fluid, and floating inside sat a Lamia specimen staring at him. He jumped back, but the eyes of the creature did not follow him -- and he caught a glance at the vital signs. Dead.

“I thought this man worked on the containment moons?” G’raha heard himself ask, trying to get his heart under control.

“He did, why--Oh!” Nive said, coming up to the containment chamber and looking it over. She instantly went to the panel on the side, starting to read the information. “It looks like it was deceased before the Calamity, and he was storing this one for research.”

“Why a singular Lamia specimen…?” G’raha asked, frowning at it. It looked a bit different compared to most Lamia he had seen, but even he understood what five thousand years in an isolated area could do to a species.

“I’m not sure…” Nive murmured, and tapped on one of the display panels. Holographic text started to float across the screen, and she started reading aloud. “‘One of the youngest of the batch showed strange genealogy today, well outside the norm. She developed speech and her petrification powers quicker than the others, but seemed to know things she shouldn’t have.’ The next entry… hm. ‘The containment suite for the Lamias was in shreds today. The advanced specimen had killed the rest of her clutchmates, and was playing with the petrified head of one of her victims.’”

“... That’s disturbing.” G’raha said flatly.

“Quite.” Nive muttered, and went to flip over the last few pages. The text scrawled across the screen, and G’raha could see several dates flip past. “‘After some research, I have determined that she has the aberration known as the Echo. How a simple creature as a Lamia could have it, I know not. The tests unfortunately killed her, but I have stored her body in my lab for further analysis. But with Dis asking me to work on the Dalamud project, I doubt I’ll have the time to truly study what I want. I can’t refuse him though…’ It trails off here, and there’s no other entries.”

“It seems this man had more to him than even you knew,” he murmured, looking up at the specimen again. “... The Echo though…”

“It’s been observed in non-spoken, but we have extremely little data on it,” Nive said, making another note in her grimoire. “We don’t know exactly how it works, and Mikoto hasn’t been able to get back to me on what she’s observed in Bozja. We know that it exists, but not to what degree or frequency.”

“Do we even have those numbers on the Spoken?” G’raha asked, tilting his head. “With the recent resurgence of primals, it seems pertinent…”

“Admittedly not enough data for my tastes, but out of the sample sizes we’ve found, the Echo can be found in approximately point-zero-five percent of the population, with numbers in Eorzea skewing slightly higher to point-zero-seven.” Nive said, scribbling on her notes. “It’s actually a lot higher than we thought. For a long time, Helisent and I were under the impression that the Echo and the Blessing of Light were congruent, until Midgardsormr proved otherwise. It turns out that theoretically anyone with the Echo can become a Warrior of Light, but those that do are far in between. And, in theory, someone without the Echo could be Blessed.”

“... And then you have situations such as Elidibus in the First, forcibly awakening the Echo within the population,” G’raha murmured. “Artificially inflating the numbers. Except… Is it truly artificial when we have confirmation that it’s almost all artificial?”

Nive asked softly, placing a claw on the glass of the containment unit. She stared up at the corpse of the Lamia, tapping her finger in thought. “If Hydaelyn simply chooses to awaken more of them when she needs, has there ever been a point where the Echo has awoken naturally? But… then that doesn’t explain how the Ascians have the Echo. Or what it even is…”

“The more I think about it, the more the Echo being called an ‘aberration’ seems more and more apt,” G’raha admitted softly. He had witnessed the starshower, and had seen many of his beloved citizens have a gleam of understanding in their eye, of hearing something that was beyond his ken. It scared him, more than a little.

“Maybe we can find some more information on it in the Triad’s files… But I doubt it.” Nive murmured. “At the least, it’s more information than we had.”

“So I did well, then?” He asked with a laugh, and felt his stomach flip slightly. He didn’t want to sound so eager to please, but … She was Shining’s sister. He at least wanted to try and get along with her, or maybe be friendly.

Nive grinned toothily at him, baring her fangs. “Court’s still out on the final verdict, but I think you’ve got good chances. As long as you keep opening doors like that, I think we’ve got a good relationship forming.”

“Ah, I see, it’s all based around how I can serve you,” he snarked, and was unable to hide the grin from his face. “Maybe you should be the princess of the Allagan line then.”

#ffxivwrite2021 #G'raha Tia #Nivelth Ajuyn #Allag #Stygian Osseous #Creator Writes #The Daedalus Project #The Echo #i am desperate for rates on the echo #what percentage of the population has it #are there any 'beast tribes' that have it #logically they SHOULD but who knows

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“Bullets”, a Last Stand of the Wreckers prose story- Ironfist Solves a Murder Mystery

Now that Overlord and Rewind have been exploded horribly in the vacuum of space, multiple people have died, and Chromedome’s horrifically single, let’s take a look at all those Last Stand of the Wreckers extras, yeah?

We more or less start with a Furmanism, as is tradition.

One day Furmanisms won’t be nearly as prevalent within the comic publications, and that is a day that I cannot wait to see. Forget politics, forget misogyny, forget basically NEEDING Death of the Author in effect to enjoy anything the man’s done- Furmanisms are a crutch that everybody in this franchise uses, but nobody needs. They never feel natural, in my opinion. It’s like a literary obligation at this point, and you can tell, because it never quite meshes with any writer’s style.

Anyway, this is the setup for what would happen on Pova- the Wreckers have been watching Squadron X fix up their ship, and now that the thing’s airborne again they’ve gotten itchy trigger fingers. Well, some of them, anyway. Rack n Ruin aren’t so sure about this whole thing, seeing as there are eight of them and an entire battalion up there. Impactor’s working the crowd though, as a leader of such a high turnover rate group is required to do, and that’s the point where First Aid stops reading.

Yep, this is one of Fisitron’s datalog entries, of which First Aid is a fan.

This isn’t First Aid’s first appearance within the IDW continuity- he played a role in Spotlight: Jazz, where he lived up to his name, and in Transformers: Ironhide #1, where he was in the background. This IS his premiere as a major player in a story, however, and it’s here that he’s revealed to be a bit of a slacker- he should be making the rounds at Delphi right now, but instead he’s reading entry logs about the wartime equivalent of a boyband.

He hits a key to quicktab to something at least somewhat medically-related as he feels someone approaching from behind. It’s the CMO, and he is in no way fooled by First Aid’s attempt to hide his shame. He gets back to work, but that particular entry- 113, because of course it is- is still on his mind. Hope he never finds out it’s a load of bunk.

I REALLY hope he never finds out this is all bunk. We all need something, you know?

Of course, First Aid- y’know, not to brag or anything- personally met one of the Wreckers. Roughly five years ago, Springer had approached him at a medical conference on Kimia. Why a medical conference was being held on Kimia of all places isn’t addressed, but it was probably because half the folks stationed there are doctors. First Aid, being a classy guy, fucking ogles Springer the entire time they’re talking.

You’ve heard of “Men Writing Women”, now it’s time for “Roberts Writing Robots”. Yes, this is THAT scene, and it’s on the first goddamn page.

First Aid, wanting to be of use to his idol, offers his medical expertise, completely willing to fix Springer’s nose, give him a breast reduction, and even update the circuit dampeners he doesn’t have. Springer, while flattered, isn’t looking for that sort of help. He’s looking for folks who have a lot to give.

The phrasing he uses makes First Aid think that he’s about to be recruited to the Wreckers- in other words, about to be put in line for a slow and awful death- but Springer clarifies that he’s looking more for eyes and ears to help him, not so much bodies. He hands First Aid a card with his number, and says to give him a call sometime.

Cutting back to the present, First Aid is walking through the rows of patient slabs, where we see an honestly horrifying practice in play- every patient in Delphi has their non-essential functions turned off to conserve power. This includes things like the ability to move, and speak.

Because that couldn’t possibly have any negative repercussions.

He checks in on the Fader he’s been assigned, confirms that, yes, his head IS still missing from his neck, then makes to walk out of the room, only to be startled by the sudden entry of a stretcher and Ambulon. Here, Ambulon is identified as a chief paramedic, as opposed to being a ward manager. Whether this is early installment weirdness or a simple mistake isn’t clear.

Ambulon is quickly followed by Dogfight, Dodger, and Backstreet(’s back, alright!) First Aid gets to work, by checking the three of them for injuries, paying special attention to their Autobot badges.

This is the reason Rung had to call in at the beginning of MTMTE #4, though it might be more because First Aid can’t act like a professional of five friggin’ minutes.

Oh, Delphi’s HR department is getting a call for sure.

First Aid, while a known fondler of badges, has never had this exact reaction. He runs off to make a phone call, leaving the injured Dodger to wait for the surgery he’s going to undergo the moment First Aid gets back.

Meanwhile, somewhere else- I’m guessing Kimia- Rung has an appointment underway with a dude named Flattop.

Flattop’s TFWiki article is one of the most depressing on the entire site, and it’s completely “Bullets”’s fault.

You see, Flattop’s attempting to talk through his trauma, but it’s difficult.

This level of insight is why they pay Rung the big bucks.

The war, while terrible for everyone’s mental health, has given Rung a slew of patients to handle.

Gee, wonder who that medic was.

Anyway, so Flattop’s deal- he was at Babu Yar, which was an event that was apparently so terrible, everyone involved was offered brand new bodies as compensation. He’s currently hiding underneath a table, which Rung identifies as “playing to type”. Flattop isn’t even here to talk about Babu Yar, but it’s good to know that war is still hell.

The reason Flattop’s actually here is this: he was serving under Silverstreak- another one of Rung’s patients, and someone who I’m convinced might actually be a Warrior cat given the name- and was going to check something out when he saw something utterly terrifying.

Rung gets Flattop out from under the table, and they talk about what the Shimmer means. Flattop is convinced that since he’s seen the thing, he’s going to die. You see, folklore in space is very similar to its counterpart on Earth, in that it’s a warning swathed in story to make it easily digestible.

Rung, who tries to keep things rational, offers to give Flattop a few possible explanations for what he saw. Because Flattop had only recently gotten his hot new bod a short while before he saw the Shimmer, it’s completely possible he had had a hallucination due to the adjustment period. Another theory is that Flattop has PTSD. Which, I mean, yeah.

While Rung was busy trying to explain what had happened, Flattop friggin’ died.

Awkward.

Over with Ironfist- because “Bullets” is a prequel- we’re in the middle of a meeting with the Ethics Committee. Xaaron, Animus, and Trailbreaker of all people, have come together to pass judgement on Ironfist’s cerebro-sensitive bullets. There’s a lot of hemming and hawing, and Ironfist reflects on how they got to this moment, while fiddling with a data slug to burn off the nerves.

This is just after the Surge happened, an event kicked off by the betrayal of the Autobot cause allowed Megatron to seize a majority of the Autobot outposts. It was a huge deal, a lot of shit was stolen, including the Weak Anthropic Principle, and it left everyone a little twitchy towards one another. Trust is not in vogue at present.

Kimia’s in a mess of trouble anyway, however, due to the events of Babu Yar, where Gideon’s Glue had rained down on the Autobot troops under Flame’s command, eaten to Swiss cheese by something eerily similar to something being developed on the station.

So an investigation was established. Brainstorm, who’s apparently big man on campus here at Kimia, is questioned, as is everyone else. Of course, no one cops to having invented Gideon’s Glue, because that’s a big ol’ war crime, so the questioning goes nowhere, but now there’s a precedent for mistrust on this science station.

Anyway, back to the bullet thing.

Ironfist’s cerebro-sensitive bullets are designed to hit the head, every single time, ignoring trajectory, ballistic physics, what you think is possible, and the Geneva Convention. It’s fired, it hits the first brain it identifies. Brutal stuff. Effective, but brutal.

Trailbreaker’s not a fan.

I mean, maybe? I guess it depends how gray your morality is. I bet Prowl would like them.

After telling Trailbreaker to keep it professional, Xaaron tells Ironfist that using these bullets would be a literal war crime, and he’s got a little over a day to hand them over to the Committee for destruction. Meeting adjourned!

Ironfist is left standing there until his good buddy Skyfall checks in on him. Ironfist is kind of bummed out, but Skyfall knows how to cheer him up- by comparing him to Impactor, former leader of the Wreckers, and one of Ironfist’s fan-crushes.

Man, this makes the Pova reveal a little harsher in hindsight, huh?

Skyfall invites Ironfist to the Exit Rooms, a place where the Kimia employees can drink and no one will give a shit, and as they make their way over they run into Brainstorm.

Brainstorm gets some interesting development in this story.

That’s right, not only are his weapons completely insane, and in some cases literally abstract, they’re apparently often so incredibly dangerous that the Ethics Committee loses sleep over the fact that they exist.

And Brainstorm loves it.

No wonder Trailbreaker was so annoyed in his Spotlight.

Skyfall asks about what’s in Brainstorm’s briefcase, gets an answer that’s likely a lie, then the boys head over to the Exit Rooms.

Over on Hydrus 5, it’s raining cats and dogs, and this is somehow the Transformers fault. I guess the universe bends to the will of what would be the most dramatic, as everyone takes a break from warmongering to soul-search.

Or ego-stroking. That works too.

Here is our dear Pyro, reveling in the aftermath of a battle that destroyed the natural ecosystem of the land, but at least they kicked those ‘Cons’ asses!

Pyro, who’s revealed to be maybe perhaps not the best at coming up with one-liners, is left alone for a bit as Afterburner goes to check on the rest of their men. As he tries to piece together a speech to deliver, he sees a green something- they’re always green, aren’t they?- and that something is the Shimmer.

Well, heck.

Over on the dilapidated space station of Debris (wow, that’s even less subtle than usual for this franchise) Springer’s holding a bullet. I mean, it’s not really a bullet, and the Decepticon who fired it wasn’t really a Decepticon.

I want you to know that I keep track of how many times 113 comes up in these stories, and for “Bullets" it’s a LOT.

Today’s letter from Agent 113 foreshadows/hindshadows the events of Last Stand, claiming that the DJD hasn’t heard anything from Garrus-9 since the Surge happened. Prowl’s concerned that Fortress Maximus is still alive in there and fighting off the Decepticons while waiting for backup, so he recently called Springer and invited the Wreckers on a mission.

All Springer has to do is pick some sorry sons of guns to die.

Over with Guzzle, who is romanticizing a weapon, comparing his gun to a religious artifact, our dear little bastard man has realized that he does, in fact, have emotions, and is in mourning over his lost comrades, who died rescuing Kup from Tsiehshi. Guzzle doesn’t much appreciate this whole “feeling” thing, and would rather it didn’t get in the way of him shooting statues for no other reason than him wanting to. Then he sees the Shimmer, and feels fear. He doesn’t much care for that, either.

Even Nick Roche is powerless to stop this madness.

We reconfirm the fact that Ironfist is a massive nerd, then are shown that the bullet accident that will have killed him by the end of Last Stand #5 has already happened. Ever so slowly, the bullet is heading for Ironfist’s brain. Every time it hits a new layer of his noggin, he blacks out.

Ironfist is going to leave on his super-fun, not-at-all-traumatizing Wrecker adventure soon, and he’s promised Skyfall his workshop. Skyfall was at Grindcore for a while, and that kind of gave him PTSD, so when Ironfist had gotten accepted to Kimia, he’d brought him along for the ride.

I like to call Grindcore Eugenesis-lite.

Because Skyfall is a reckless son of a gun with access to Ironfist’s workshop, he inadvertently caused a major incident with something called Black Phosphex, which resulted in the deaths of several Autobots because it wasn’t properly tested. This landed him in Garrus-9 for a bit, in a temporary career-path deviation, until it was time to come home to Kimia, just in time for the Inquiry.

Are stans always this intense? Because good lord, Ironfist.

Over at Karashi Delta, in the aftermath of a fierce battle, Rotorstorm is hyping himself the fuck up.

But does he buy it himself?

Hmm, survey says no.

Of course, verbal abuse isn’t the only thing we’ll be getting here. No, things begin to escalate pretty rapidly with Jetstream, who moves from shoving to almost beating Rotorstorm to death in a matter of months, before disappearing from the station forever.

Dang, this Jetstream fella kinda sucks. What’s his friggin’ problem?

Ah.

Again, I can’t stress this enough, Whirl’s awful flipper claws from back during his time as a cop do not make a nice fist. He was basically stabbing Rotorstorm. Who let this man be a teacher?

Rotorstorm is snapped out of his self-deprecating flashbacks by the sight of something on the canyon lip up ahead. It’s the gotdang Shimmer. Rotorstorm books it, not wanting to be caught by a harbinger of death. It doesn’t work, but points for trying.

Back on Debris, Springer’s picked his new recruits. Now all he has to do is call them up. Hey, isn’t Springer green? Green like the Shimmer? How about that.

Back on Kimia, Skyfall’s wandered into Ironfist’s workshop to share the gossip on Fisitron’s latest Wreckers: Declassified. Folks are a bit critical of his writing style, it would seem.

Of course Swerve knows what fan-fiction is. He seems like exactly the type to make fun of it, then read a 43,000 word fic in a single sitting, under cover of darkness, burning with shame all the while.

After making a note on his current Wreckers: Declassified document to ease up on the adverbs, Ironfist switches gears and gets busy on his other project: an Unofficial Wreckers’ Training Guide. I wonder when the switch from Primal Vanguard to Wreckers as a hyperfixation happened for him.

Ironfist asks Skyfall what entry he’s currently on, and the answer is a ways away from the latest one. Skyfall’s a slow reader, but he doesn’t want to just beam it all into his brain because it feels like cheating. He asks Ironfist when he’s going to cover the Wreckers’ mission to Garrus-9, the one that happened while he was there being not-imprisoned. Ironfist gives a non-answer, then asks if Skyfall wants to help with packing up the war-crime guns. Skyfall most certainly does not.

Ironfist starts breaking everything down when he gets a call from Prowl, as happened in Last Stand #4.

Back with Springer, we’re giving our dad a hug, as he greets Kup. It’s here we find out who Ironfist replaced on the Wrecker team for Operation: Retrieval- it was Skyfall. Skyfall had impressed Springer during their last Garrus-9 excursion, and thought that he’d be a good fit for the team, despite the Black Phosphex incident.

Kup goes full old man story time mode about how insanely boring Prowl is, while Springer gets the door. On the other side is Twin Twist, Top Spin, and Perceptor. They hold the vote, Ironfist given immunity due to unmentioned Prowl reasons, and Springer gets ready to call all their new pals.

Back at Ironfist’s workshop, Ironfist reflects on just how his life got to this point. He’s going to join the Wreckers! Never mind the fact that he’ll be going to die, and that’s if the bullet crawling around in his skull doesn’t get him first. Never mind the very likely possibility that he’s being exploited by Prowl. Nah, he’s gonna go on an adventure! It’s gonna be awesome! Yaaaaay!

It doesn’t pay to be blue and naive when Roberts is handling the story. Just ask Pipes.

Or don’t. You won’t get an answer.

Called it.

Ironfist, starstruck, bumbles his way through the conversation we saw in the Mosaic, and so it was that he became a Wrecker. All he has to do is pop on over to Rung’s office, get his head examined, then get his butt on over to Babu Yar.

Telecon work completed, Springer reflects on the fact that Guzzle turned him down. It’s not often someone turns down the chance to be a Wrecker.

Oh, well, never mind then.

Ironfist immediately tells Skyfall about what’s happened, because he’s just so jazzed to be a Wrecker. Skyfall isn’t quite as thrilled, but does his best to be supportive.

And by that I mean he’s not listening in the slightest as he’s already planning out the interior design for the workshop once Ironfist is gone. I bet he’ll get Atomizer to help him, the tacky bastard.

Skyfall runs off to go look at paint swatches or whatever, and Ironfist finalizes the stuff for the Ethics Committee pickup.

Oh, so that appointment wasn’t on Kimia after all. Can we please get some sort of fast-track program for the mental health specific degrees? We can’t keep using Rung for everybody, he’s only one person.

Oh heavens, Ironfist, be careful.

Ironfist gets another call, and we jump scenes before we can figure out just who rang or why.

Brief timeskip, and we find ourselves at Babu Yar, as Ironfist introduces himself to Guzzle and his gun.

Ironfist is about as smooth as coarse-grit sandpaper.

While Ironfist is busy revealing his nerd shame to Guzzle, someone’s decided to be a cocky little asshole.

Oh, dramatic irony. Always a delightful sort of pain.

Rotorstorm cranks up the “I’m hot shit” act to 11.5, doing completely unnecessary flips and talking himself up like he will literally die if he doesn’t.

Off in the distance, something disingenuously impressive comes up over the hill.

Of course, it’s not Optimus Prime, but it is someone who would very much like to be him. Such is the nature of primus apotheosis. Gang’s all here!

This is going to turn out fan-fucking-tastic.

Rotorstorm and Guzzle want to play with the big gun Ironfist brought along, and since Ironfist is going to die anyway, he lets them go for it. This would be why everything was on fire at the start of the miniseries.

Yep. Just gotta make it hurt just a little more, doncha Roberts? Just gotta twist the knife.

Nine months after the events of the Garrus-9 mission, Skyfall is upset. He’s gone and played himself by not attending the Ethics Committee hearings, and they’ve taken all his toys away as a result. He tries to mask his lack of concern for safety precautions behind a facade of missing Ironfist, but it doesn’t get him the weapons back.

Feeling cross, he decides it’s about time he made a visit to the Exit Rooms to blow off a little steam.

Later, he gets a call. Worried that his lack of ethics and/or his drunken squabbling has gotten him in trouble yet again, he’s loathe to answer, but does anyway.

Ghost call!

No, it’s actually a prerecorded message, one that claims that Skyfall killed Ironfist. Ironfist had asked Brainstorm to take a gander at the gun after he got shot, and found that it had been tampered with, set to go off on its own when held a certain way. That’s who was calling before he left for his Wrecker mission.

Skyfall starts to panic, expecting the security detail for Kimia to bust into the workshop at any second.

Ironfist knows that only Skyfall could have done this to him, but he doesn’t know the exact motive. Was it because he was jealous of how good a weapons expert he was? A chip on his shoulder about Grindcore? Whatever the reason, Ironfist isn’t terribly concerned at the time of the recording. What he is concerned about is Gideon’s Glue.

Ironfist had, in fact, invented Gideon’s Glue, but he’d been so horrified by what the shit actually did, he flushed it into space and destroyed all research before the Ethics Committee even knew about it. It still got to the Decepticons, though, didn’t it? How could such a thing happen?

Probably not, considering what happens next.

Ironfist is a smart guy, but more importantly, he knows how to reach his audience. Literally, in this case, as Skyfall finds out, when the Enforcement Squad starts trying to break down the door. Ironfist had the message that Skyfall is currently listening to primed for beaming into all of Fisitron’s reader’s brains. Everyone knows what happened. Swerve. Atomizer. Ratchet, who’s over on Earth right now. First Aid, who has enough bullshit to worry about on Delphi without this nonsense. You. Me. Everyone.

Skyfall, in a mad attempt to save himself, throws some of Ironfist’s Wrecker memorabilia at the door, and out pops that last tube of Gideon’s Glue.

There’s only one way out of this one.

This got really intense at the end, didn’t it?

#transformers #jro #jro punches me in the face #last stand of the wreckers #bullets #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #prose writing #wreckers trilogy

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deus-and-the-machina · 3 years

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My thoughts on each Dream SMP character (sometimes thoughts on the cc leak in) in a few sentences. Like 5 people who follow me will be interested in this. I might update as my thoughts on the characters change.

Tommy: Like he says, I was indeed annoyed by him at first (mostly because he was loud) but his sense of humor has grown on me greatly. Needs a break. Overly demonized by the fandom

Techno: One half of my brain wants to argue critically about Techno and his methods, the other half just goes “haha funny pig man”. He always gets some of the coolest and most unique designs.

Tubbo: A chaos child hiding underneath the veil of a sweet innocent that he’s not even trying to keep up anymore. I support all of his actions at this point. He built some nukes? Nice. Built a hotel? You do you.

Wilbur: I started watching the SMP through Wilbur’s edited videos so it’s no surprise he was my favorite for season 1. I mostly just feel bad for him, but he’s still kind of a shit. He dug his own grave ever since the election.

Dream: Piece of shit abusive asshole. The only character the evokes anger from me. cc!Dream is a cool guy though and scarily good at acting this out.

Philza: I’m so sick of the discourse around who’s dad he is. I don’t care, he’s an asshole either way. I would die for cc!Phil though so write that down.

Schlatt: Struck a good balance between funny and genuinely threatening. Sick of people trying to pretend he was a good guy actually just because he did one or two good things for L’manburg’s economy and because Wilbur was also pretty shit.

Unpopular opinion I guess but I don’t really want him to come back. He had a good run and reviving both dead characters would just make death feel meaningless.

Quackity: Very excited for his lore. One of the smartest characters imo and we were robbed of a Quackity + Techno confrontation at Doomsday.

Eret: Fairly neutral. I feel like he’s been stuck on “I want to make it up to the people I betrayed” and “I feel like I can’t do anything as king” ever since season 1, and his plot with Fundy never went anywhere. I can only hope he’ll be involved with Wilbur’s resurrection. I think it’s hilarious he’s taxing the entire server now.

Fundy: Extremely neutral. For someone who wants to step out of his father’s shadow his character sure does revolve around his daddy issues, huh? He’s a good actor but his lore was fucked from the start for me. I will never sympathize with having daddy issues over a British e-boy and that’s that.

(I say this then proceed to feature him in all my fics so far)

Niki: Please get some therapy. Please. Cool motive, still murder. If she doesn’t cuss someone out in German during her villain arc than what’s the point?

Jack Manifold. His arc is fun, but so painful in conjunction with Tommy’s. I love that he uses Professor Layton music. Also cool motive, still murder. Currently at the Megamind phase of his arc.

Ranboo: my beloved. He’s grown on me a lot ever since the Tubbo shenanigans started and his reaction to Tommy’s death. I really appreciate characters who are introspective even if they don’t get everything right, and I really like that he’s very upfront about what he thinks.

Awesamdude: Has a lot going for him lore wise. I don’t think I latched onto him as a father figure for Tommy as much as the rest of the fandom did (double this as of recent events). It’s funny that our standards have dropped so low that someone just has to be a decent person to Tommy though.

Ghostbur: Deserved better. While he’s a different entity from Wilbur, I still consider them the same person fundamentally. Ghostbur couldn’t have come from nowhere after all. Everyone ignores how fucked Doomsday was for him.

Karl Jacobs: Tales From The SMP is really cool and I love how he takes feedback and makes each one better than the next. His time traveler lore has mostly been shown to us through book entries so I’m gonna have to see him act it out to be more invested though.

Sapnap: Arson pog. I love how he’s really stepped up to roleplay recently. That scene with Dream in the prison? Great.

Ponk: Has some neat underrated lore with the village from the first Tales episode. The OG capitalist on the server before everyone having all these capitalist arcs.

Captain Puffy: I love that she’s just trying to be a decent person. Like not even as a mother figure or anything, she’s just looking out for people. I love her involvement in the egg plot and I really want a reunion between her and Niki soon.

Badboyhalo: Go OFF you funky egg man! I never thought such a wholesome person would make such a good villain. He’s also just a really supportive person in the community as well.

Foolish: Local cryptid. Hasn’t really done anything lore wise but I get the strong sense he will eventually.

George: Is he even a character? I heard he doesn’t want to be involved with the lore. Eh, sleep jokes funny.

Skeppy: Not even really in the lore but simultaneously really important. That’s the kind of power he wields.

Purpled: The four minors on this server are diagnosed with trauma, trauma, trauma, and capitalist. Get that coin, Purpled Bedwars.

Punz: Had a banger of a line in the finale. Nice that we have more people in the Eggpire, and I really like the headcanon that he and Purpled are mercenary brothers.

Antfrost: Seems chill, but he’s kind of just Bad’s sidekick at this point lore wise. I have a strong suspicious he’s read warrior cats.

Connoreatspants: Was lazy once and now we all think he’s immortal. Just out here trying to play Minecraft as everyone reenacts musicals and the Cold War around him.

#dream smp

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uselessidiotsquad · 3 years

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first of all, love the cat story, cats are excellent <3 second, have a couple angst ask prompts to choose from! :) “i don’t want you apologies, i want my [relation] back!” / “it’s nothing personal.” -kerra-and-company

Thank you for sending in prompts :D I really appreciate having something to work on writing wise. I am starting to appreciate cats more, I've avoided them most of my life because I'm allergic ;-; But allergies be damned, cats are rad. @kerra-and-company

“it’s nothing personal.”

This just screams Ordia, which is good because she needs more love.

TW: implied torture, violence, manipulation, general sleazebaggery. Tried doing a different perspective and style, so it may or may not read like usual!

The first thing that came across at the... cozy... little gathering was their sheer ignorance and blatant foolishness. Speaking among themselves as though there weren't four extra ears that happened to be sifting through their blathering for useful information. Fools like that deserve something awful to happen to them.

Ordia dipped her quill in ink, careful to dry the excess on the lip of the bottle as so not to ruin her parchment with unsightly splatters.

One of them was a sort of bottom of the barrel politician. Who if he had in tact half of what he had in repugnance would be a force to reckon with, yet alas. Not a worthy foe. I digress, whatever his name was - for he was hardly important enough to earn my attention - was attempting to 'booze up' a local commoner who had a small piece of land in Queensdale. Curious, as there are many other parcels of land available for purchase or bribery. What could be so important about that one?

The orange and black striped Charr tapped her chin thoughtfully with her other hand, resting a claw on her muzzle in thought. Finding the right words, she continued.

After doing some preliminary research on it myself, I found that it is adjacent if not bordering on the Queen's Forest. The Hunting Lodge there is as tasteful as you could imagine it to be with a name like that, however, it does find a few curious visitors. Particularly, those with White Mantle associations. Information regarding that particular group of zealots goes for a pretty penny if you know who to sell it to.

Not that I suspect that bloated politician has any real power, but he could be an underling for someone who does. Which is worthy of my attention. So, I shall endeavor to see where this leads me. I will follow with an addendum if anything of interest comes from it.

-O.S.F.

She signed her entry with her initials the lanky warrior closed the planning journal and set it to the side of her writing desk. Ordia looked up at the clock with an ever growing boredom, giving a sigh to the idea of having to rise and go to back to work. Close to dusk. It had been several hours since she returned to her lodging in Divinity’s Reach, a modest room that she was renting while exploring where this potential lead would take her. Far too bland for her tastes, but it served it purpose well. The room did offer a pleasant view over the city on which she could look down on the people going about their daily lives.

“I wonder if they realize they look like fleas from up here. Not quite fleas. Maybe lice.” She mused out loud, as she began putting on her work attire. A pair of functional slacks, a clean white blouse with minimal decorations, and a jacket over the top of it. The idea of getting a little more dressed up did appeal to her but having to clean the embroidered black and gold blazer she wanted to wear, changed her opinion. Her jacket was just long enough to conceal the edges of her gilded axes. Primping in front of her mirror for a few minutes, adjusting her braids and making sure she was without flaw before heading out.

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Walking through the Krytan city, she knew that she stood out as an anomaly from the rest of the rabble. A well dressed Charr, in a city full of humans who still looked at her with a side eye of suspicion. That was just as well, if she had an audience, may as well look the part.

The sound of a scuffle nearby prompted a smirk to quickly appear and then vanish on her face. Showtime.

Around the corner of the dimly lit alley, a familiar form was being thoroughly beaten by several bandits, whose faces were obscured by bandanas. The politician let out a yelp of pain as the heel of boot landed squarely in his ribs. For a moment, he made eye contact with the Charr in a desperate attempt to get her to help.

“What are you doing? Leave him alone!” She cried, rushing over to the scene. One of the bandits brandished a short, crude looking knife at her. The warrior knocked it out of their hand with a well timed blow to their elbow. They shot her a dirty look and ran off, leaving the remaining ruffians to deal with the new threat.

Ordia took out her two gold gilded axes from her belt, rolling her wrists and tensing for combat. A grin of eagerness on her face. It seemed to intimidate them and they booked it after the first bandit, leaving the warrior and the bruised yet alive human together in the alleyway. Disappointed, she frowned and sheathed her favorite weapons - no action today it seemed.

“Are you alright? Do I need to send for a medic? Wait, let me call the guards to go after them-”

“No, no I’ll be fine.” He groaned, laying flat on his back before trying to stand. She went over and offered him a hand, which he refused. “I said I’ll be fine.”

She kept a carefully neutral expression as he rose to his feet, cursing under his breath and raising a hand to his busted lip.

“Can’t even walk around the damn city without something going wrong.”

“Getting worse by the day.” Ordia agreed, taking her glasses off for a moment to clean them on her jacket. “Still, you probably should see a medic. Who knows what things those hooligans carry.”

“Aren’t you that Charr that was at the meeting earlier?”

Her fur bristled at being addressed as ‘that Charr’ like it was some common or lowly title, but she did a splendid job at faking otherwise.

“Oh! I thought you looked familiar. I was indeed.”

He squinted at her suspiciously for a few moments before remarking,

“Awfully convenient that those ‘bandits’ didn’t try to steal anything, isn’t it?”

Ordia hummed in affirmation. “Mm. Luck is with you it seems. You really should see someone about those injuries though.”

“It’s a couple of bruises. I’ll manage.” The bedraggled man tried to push past her in the narrow corridor. He was stopped by a tiger striped arm blocking his path.

“It’s a shame, those bandits really did a number on you didn’t they?” She smiled and the sharpened teeth gave no impression of sweetness.

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Update:

Well, I regret to report that it was another dead end. It seems that he was even less valuable than I anticipated. After several engaging ‘discussions’ with the politician mentioned previously, even he was not aware of the White Mantle connections. He simply wanted the land for something as menial as introducing a form of small raptor to the environment and then charge the hunters a fortune for the opportunity to kill them for sport.

A disappointing day, to say the least. Still, if nothing else, at least I have one more person who owes me a favor. His wife was pleasant enough and grateful for me to have rescued him from those curious bandit’s he kept sobbing about. I do wish they would stop begging, it’s hardly dignified. It’s not as though I have a personal vendetta against them. I don’t have the time to care for them that much, it’s nothing personal. One more lead concluded.

Ordia made a sound of disgust as she noticed a fleck of dried blood on the sleeve of her jacket.

“That’s going to stain.“ She frowned. Straightening her posture, she finished her entry,

I never knew that mercenaries had such an interest in pulling out teeth and fingernails, but we learn something everyday.

#ordia is petty #and prissy #and very much not a nice person #frantically trying to make her identity the opposite of what it seems #blood legion charr warrior berserker? sorry don't know who you're talking about #there's only refined and extravagant upper class politicians here #who happen to be 7 feet tall #and have claws #and a superiority complex #Ordia Sprintforge #gw2 #oc #gw2 oc #charr #she is the type to go 'dear diary i bashed someones face in today'#unironically #squadstories #fanfic #drabble

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twilights-800-cats · 4 years

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<< Allegiances || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || From the Beginning >>

Chapter 3

The early buzzing of cicadas woke Mothwing. She blinked sleep from her eyes, the sunlight filtering in through the willows just a bit too harsh for her right now. The air was pleasantly warm in her thick fur. She yawned, stretched, and got to her paws, shaking off the last of her sleepiness.

Mothwing felt a little sad. I had been having the most wonderful dream… Chasing butterflies outside the RiverClan nursery like a kitten again, without a care in the world, only worrying that Mosspelt or Leopardstar would call her in from her game too early. Still, it was comforting that even adult cats still dreamed of kithood.

She picked her way around Mudfur, who was still dozing. Her mentor had been sleeping in a lot lately, and it was beginning to concern Mothwing. She’d only been his apprentice for a few moons – though she had learned a lot, there was still so much more that Mudfur needed to teach her… and beyond that, he was her grandfather; she didn’t want to see age take him yet.

Mothwing gave his forehead a sniff. No fever. Perhaps he had just stayed up late last night, watching the stars. He would be grumpy if she woke him, so Mothwing headed for the edge of the medicine cat den and stuck her head through the reeds to lap at the shallow stream that flowed just beyond. The cool, clear taste chased the dryness of sleep from her mouth.

After, Mothwing busied herself with sorting out the herbs she’d picked yesterday. Today was proving to be a sunny one, perfect for drying the various plants she and Mudfur used to heal RiverClan. I can set these out to dry and grab a meal for the both of us before Mudfur wakes, Mothwing figured. One less thing for him to be worried about.

Her paws worked themselves into an easy rhythm, placing alike leaves with one another and pushing away the ones that were too old to use anymore, wrapping them up with thin bits of reed for easier carrying. Proper herb wrapping was one of the hardest things to learn, Mothwing reflected, but she hadn’t lost any leaves or berries from her bundles in a moon. The sun was still climbing when Mothwing was done wrapping leaf piles and she twitched her whiskers, impressed with her efficiency and the amount of herbs she had gathered.

Not fighting with the other Clans helps, she thought, gathering several leaf bundles in her jaws. She tucked two beneath her chin and awkwardly made her way out of the den, leaving Mudfur’s snoring shape behind.

RiverClan’s camp was open, tucked between two small streams that branched out to the river the Clan was named for. Three huge willows, allegedly older than the Clan itself, sheltered the open clearing from winds and rains or the harshness of the sun, while the whole clearing was rimmed with thick reed beds that had been bent and twisted and packed with mud to form a formidable barrier against claw and rain. The medicine cat’s den was off to the side, tucked into the back of the camp, close to the nursery and the elder’s den. The warriors, apprentices, and the Clan leader slept opposite the camp, their eyes always secure on the reed tunnel that made the camp’s only entry point.

Just outside the leader’s den, beside one of the gnarled willows, Leopardstar and Tawnypelt were sitting on the Clan Root – one of the old willow’s thick roots that had burst through the ground and clawed at the air, covered with generations of RiverClan leader’s claw marks. Mothwing could hear the buzzing of their chatter – patrols, probably, or other Clan business – as she headed for the sunning-stone.

The large, smooth rock just outside of the medicine cat’s den that the elders used for sunning, but its other main use was to dry out herbs. Mothwing unpacked her leaves carefully, laying them out delicately on the stone. As she went she murmured their names and uses, to keep her mind fresh. The elders would have to sun themselves elsewhere today.

Warriors were passing by, heading to the Clan Root for their assignments. Mothwing nodded a greeting to Falcontail, her littermate – but he ignored her. Mothwing frowned, turning back to her work – Just like him! She thought, pushing down her annoyance. Falcontail had always been a very focused cat; it often caused him to overlook even Mothwing.

Tawnypelt and Leopardstar stopped their chatter to greet the warriors, turning themselves to their daily task. Mothwing’s ears twitched, listening:

“…Heavystep, take Reedpaw out for training,” Tawnypelt mewed. “Make sure to go over safe swimming practices; we have no idea when another storm will come and flood the river like it did last moon, and we need to make sure our apprentices know what to do if they’re caught in a crisis.”

“Of course,” Heavystep grunted.

“Frostsplash, take Ripplecloud and Heronleap to patrol the Twoleg border,” Leopardstar ordered.

Mothwing looked up in time to see Frostsplash twitch his ears in surprise. The white tom had been a loner for some time, only earning his full name and Clan status three moons ago after the Clan learned of his fathering Dawnflower’s kits. This would be his first time leading a RiverClan patrol.

“I’ll do my best,” Frostsplash meowed, certainty in his voice. “Thank you, Leopardstar.”

Leopardstar nodded curtly, moving on. “Blackclaw – take Falcontail and Mackerelpaw along the ThunderClan border. Do some fishing afterward, and keep an eye out for ThunderClan.”

“Of course,” Blackclaw grunted.

Mothwing frowned. The warriors of RiverClan looked so tense and restless; she was tempted to give each of them a few sprigs of thyme. She didn’t blame them – the last full-moon Gathering had ended before it could even begin as every Clan watched bright yellow Twoleg monsters destroy Fourtrees and topple the Great Rock. It had been horrifying, and it was clearly on every cat’s mind. StarClan had been worryingly silent about the whole event, and no cat knew what it meant for the future of the Clans.

“… keep an eye out for WindClan,” Tawnypelt was telling Leafwhisker. Mothwing’s thoughts made her miss the deputy assigning the small tabby warrior and his apprentice the WindClan border patrol. “They’re skinnier than ever this season and that will make them desperate to cross the border.”

“Of course,” Leafwhisker agreed. Other warriors rustled, flexing their claws at the idea of a WindClan incursion. Mothwing frowned – WindClan had asked a favor of RiverClan during the drought two moons ago, but they had tested the bounds of that agreement, even when rains had brought back the moorland streams. Mothwing fidgeted, hoping that WindClan knew better than to instigate a fight, especially if they were so skinny right now.

Two more hunting parties were assigned before the duties were all handed out. “And don’t forget…” Tawnypelt raised her voice. “Keep an eye out for signs of Stormfur and Feathertail, or any of the other Clan’s missing cats.”

Mothwing felt a pang of sorrow. Feathertail… The two littermates had gone missing before the last Gathering, and no cat had seen them since. Their scents had been tracked to Fourtrees before they were lost among the scents of missing cats from the other Clans. Mothwing hoped they were okay. At least they have each other, we think.

I wish she hadn’t left... a minnow of guilt nibbled at Mothwing’s tail, and she swished it to shake off the feeling. It doesn’t matter now, she told herself firmly. We chose our paths. She has to accept that!

Ripplecloud’s tail kinked in annoyance. “Why bother?” he huffed. “They’ve been gone so long there’s no hope of finding them anymore.”

Blackclaw nodded in agreement. “We’re probably more likely to see them in a ThunderClan patrol by now.”

Tawnypelt bristled with indignation, curling her lip at her former mate. Mothwing blinked as others began echoing their sentiments despite their deputy’s clear annoyance. Was no cat really bothered by Stormfur and Feathertail’s absence anymore? Had they been bothered in the first place? Is it because they’re half-Clan?

“Enough,” Leopardstar snapped. At her tone, the clamor died down. “Based on what we know, all the Clans are missing cats right now, and none of them have returned. It does no harm to keep an eye out for them on our daily patrols.”

No cat seemed inclined to disagree with their leader. Leopardstar nodded, satisfied. “Be on your way, then. Good hunting.”

Mothwing watched the warriors drift off to their duties, whiskers twitching. She sent a silent prayer to StarClan that none of them returned with injuries before setting back to work laying out the leaves. Mudfur is definitely awake by now, she thought, recalling her initial plan with a grimace. And probably grumping about being hungry, too…

“Missing life as a warrior?”

Mothwing looked up, her tail fluffing as she realized she hadn’t even heard Leopardstar’s approach. Her leader sat beside her, whiskers twitching with amusement.

“I was wondering if I ought to assign you to a patrol,” the spotted she-cat went on wryly. “You seemed quite intent on the conversation.”

Mothwing twitched her ears. “I’m a medicine cat, Mother!” she explained hastily. “I should know what’s going on in the Clan!”

“You’ll get no argument from me,” Leopardstar purred. “Mudfur, on the other paw, might be offended if his apprentice spends more time listening to warriors than sorting herbs.”

Mothwing felt her pelt prickle, and she tried to spy between the reeds to see if Mudfur was awake yet. The old brown tom was normally patient, but Mothwing had definitely seen his snappier side more than once. She knew where Leopardstar got her temper from. She sighed when she realized she couldn’t tell a thing through the well-woven walls and focused herself on placing more herbs on the sunning-rock.

“Do you think the Twoleg situation has to do with WindClan’s prey problems?” she asked, glancing at her mother as she lay a bit of chervil up to dry.

Leopardstar frowned, her eyes hardening. “If WindClan can’t survive a little Twoleg interference, it’s not RiverClan’s problem.”

Mothwing hid a grimace at her mother’s sharp tone. Leopardstar had always been shrewd, more inwardly focused than other Clan leaders. It made her seem mean and cold at times, though Mothwing and every RiverClan cat trusted her with their safety.

“But what if the Twolegs start affecting us, too?” Mothwing wondered, looking worriedly at her mother. “We have no idea what they’re doing, or how long they’ll be here.”

Leopardstar raised her muzzle. “Every Clan has to deal with Twolegs in one way or another,” she stated simply. “We deal with them every greenleaf, with their kits playing in the river or stealing our fish with their weird cobweb-sticks. We adapt. We make do. There’s no excuse to blow it all out of proportion.”

“But they destroyed Fourtrees!” Mothwing breathed, heart beating in her ears. She lowered her voice, not wanting to be heard by her Clanmates. “Mother, you can’t ignore that!”

“She’s right, Leopardstar,” Tawnypelt added. The tortoiseshell she-cat was padding closer, her eyes flickering with alarm. “I’m sorry for butting in; but something feels wrong in the forest lately and I think the Twolegs have a lot to do with it. We can’t have proper Gatherings anymore! Isn’t that enough to worry?”

Leopardstar sighed. “Not even StarClan can stop the Twolegs,” she stated, her voice low so that no other cat would overhear. “What can we do but wait and see what comes?”

Mothwing shivered.

“Right now my concern is RiverClan, as it’s always been,” Leopardstar swept on. “And right now, RiverClan has had little to do with this Twoleg mess. I’ll do everything in my power to keep it that way until something changes. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” Tawnypelt murmured. Mothwing had no choice but to nod.

“Good,” Leopardstar sighed. “I won’t have my Clan panicking; that won’t make things any easier. Keep your eyes sharp, both of you.”

“I will, Mother,” Mothwing promised, her voice barely a murmur. Tawnypelt grunted in agreement.

Leopardstar nodded, satisfied. She licked Mothwing between the ears – a gesture that should’ve made Mothwing feel like a kit again, curled up in the nursery… but it didn’t. She was far too old to be wishing for kithood, and even if she dreamed of her nursery days she was far too responsible for her Clan now to linger there. Leopardstar turned and padded across the clearing, heading for the fresh-kill pile.

Mothwing sighed, watching her mother pick up a trout and head for the elder’s den. She wished she had her mother’s single-minded confidence, but that seemed to be something inherited by Falcontail, not Mothwing herself.

“Have you seen anything?” Tawnypelt asked quietly, catching Mothwing’s attention again. “From StarClan, I mean. Have they spoken to you or Mudfur about the Twoleg situation?”

Mothwing swallowed, eyes widening at the conviction and hope in Tawnypelt’s eyes. Perhaps the hardest thing to get used to about being a medicine cat was that every cat looked at her as if she held all the answers, somehow – even Tawnypelt, who had once been her mentor. I’m only an apprentice medicine cat! She thought. I still find it hard to tell some flower petals apart! How am I supposed to know a sign from StarClan if I’m not at the Moonstone?

“I… no,” Mothwing answered, honestly. “No, neither of us has seen anything.”

Tawnypelt sighed. “I’m sure they’ll say something when we need them to,” she meowed, reassuringly. “I wish Leopardstar could go to the Moonstone right now, but after what happened last moon I’m reluctant to let any cat go anywhere near Fourtrees…”

Mothwing swallowed. That means only RiverClan’s medicine cats will be speaking with StarClan, she thought, unless they come to Leopardstar in a dream…

She felt the pressure on her shoulders and hoped that Tawnypelt couldn’t see just how worried she was. Mothwing had no idea if StarClan had meant for Fourtrees to be destroyed, or for the Twolegs to come and do… whatever they were doing. Mothwing certainly hadn’t seen anything that looked like a sign from StarClan outside the Moonstone since her apprenticeship began. The terrifying question crept on up on her like a hunter stalking a water vole…

… Why hadn’t the Clans been warned?

#tb au #tb moonrise

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Movies and TV Shows in the Book

While the series is close to reality, there are a few movie and TV series that exist in the book’s universe. Here they are for all your background information needs!

The Handy & Ydnah Show

An odd show centered around two talking hands with googly eyes, one named Handy and another named Ydnah. Ydnah is characterized as being able to only speak in reverse and being the crazier and more unhinged brother, while Handy is the brains and the voice of reason. The two get into many comical misadventures, many of which rope in their friend and neighbor, the fairy cat Blue.

With its absurd humor, cheap-looking special effects, and goofy voice acting, the show has become popular with both children and stoners alike. Oddly, very little information about the production of the show is available anywhere, and nobody knows who even plays Handy, Ydnah, or Blue, let alone the numerous other characters.

The Journeys of Arya Mournblade

A series of films starring actress Maggie Fair that began in the early 80s. they are centered on the eponymous Arya Mournblade, a wandering warrior woman in the fantasy land of Urgonn. The following films were made:

The Lair of the Serpent King: Arya goes to stop a strange cult that wishes to resurrect an ancient and powerful serpent god. Despite its low budget, it managed to win over audiences with the cheesy script and solid special effects for the budget. Released in 1986, it has a solid 6.8 on IMDB.

Hellfire of Dagoth: Arya faces an evil warlock bent on releasing demons from Hell. Here it was noted Iris’ acting was greatly improved, and the plot was tighter and more original. Dagoth is widely regarded as the least interesting villain in the series in terms of characterization and motivation. His actor, Gordon Brand, makes a valiant effort to make up for it by chewing the scenery, but to no avail in the eyes of the fans. However, Fair’s better acting combined with the better effects and a decent supporting cast, including a beleaguered henchman and a sensual bard, helped to make this a well-liked movie. Released in 1988, it holds a 5.9 on IMDB.

The Ebony Tower: An evil overlord wages war on the land from atop a mighty tower, which Arya promises to scale, not knowing all the dangers inside. This one was the first critical darling of the series, gaining good reviews from critics and audiences alike. A big help was getting Dane Grayson of the Dick Kicker: Ace Detective series to play the villainous overlord Celsior, who is widely regarded as being the best antagonist of the series. The clear inspiration from kung-fu movies combined with the tightest plot to date and a cast of colorful oneshot assassins populating the titular tower led to this movie getting great reviews. It was released in 1989 and has a 7.4 on IMDB.

Starchild of Avalor: Beings from beyond the stars beg Arya to help them stop a coming invasion which threatens to wipe out all life on Earth. This is widely regarded as the lowest point in the series. The addition of UFOs and sci-fi elements really soured a lot of fans, with them finding it did not mesh well with the series. However, it is widely agreed the villain, Xendru the Conqueror is one of the most fun villains the franchise had to offer. The special effects in this movie were shockingly subpar, and the story was rather confused in a lot of parts. Still, the fun villain as well as Iris’ seasoned acting did end up being praised, and the movie does have a small cult following WITHIN the cult following, with most fans viewing it as a “So bad it’s good” movie. Released in 1993, it has a 4.9 on IMDB.

Marked in the Stars: Released in 1996. This entry was the first one in the series to go direct-to-video. It’s viewed as a step up from the previous film, which isn’t really saying much. It has a 5.8 on IMDB.

The Final Crusade: Released direct-to-video in 2000, this was intended to be the grand finale of the series, but it was met with overwhelmingly poor reception due to its lackluster plot and unsatisfying conclusions. It holds the lowest rating of the franchise on IMDB, at 3.6.

The Demon’s Head: After a decade in limbo and Fair constantly talking about how she’d love to return to the role, the franchise returned to theaters with this first entry in the Arya Reborn trilogy, as it would come to be known, and it was a resounding success among fans. Released in 2010, it holds a 6.8 on IMDB.

The Wrath of Mouurnblade: While seen as a bit of a fanservice stunt as it brought back almost every antagonist in the series to fight Arya again, most fans agree the movie is a lot of fun and has great performances that redeem even the weaker villains. Released in 2014, it holds a 7.0 on IMDB.

With Strange Eons: The finale of the series. Arya must fight against the apocalypse as the Great Old Ones are awakened from their eternal slumber. This movie is the second film in the franchise to win great praise from both audiences and critics alike, and is widely hailed as a swords and sorcery classic. Fair is at the top of her game, and the story is excellent and finely woven, with the Lovecraftian influence working wonders after the divisive use of aliens. It helps eldritch horrors mesh better with fantasy settings than UFOs. The villains Ktulu, Yargog, Nephilethet, and Azeroth are some of the most frightening special effects the series had ever achieved, using all sorts of techniques from animatronics to stop-motion to bring the monsters to life. The film ends with Arya dying while sealing the Great Old Ones away forever, with Arya becoming a legend on Earth and having a constellation put in the sky, with the strong implication the gods granted her some form of divinity so she may watch over Earth for all time. It is widely considered the best film in the franchise. Released in 2017, it has a 7.9 on IMDB.

Dick Kicker: Ace Detective

A series of tongue-in-cheek hard-boiled detective movies from the late 60s/early 70s starring Dane Grayson as the eponymous private eye, a hardboiled badass who plays by no one’s rules but his own. Five films were made:

Dick Kicker: Ace Detective: The first film in the series. It featured Dick investigating the mysterious disappearance of a mayor’s daughter. Things were obviously not as they seem. It’s widely regarded as the best entry of the series, though most of the sequels have fans. It was released in 1968 and has a 7.5 on IMDB.

The Rain Falls Hard: A string of murders during a rainy spring rife with flooding, and Dick is on the case again. This one is seen as a bit of a step down from the first film. Released in 1971, it has a 6.7 on IMDB.

Time and Time Again: A rich, eccentric clockmaker is found murdered in his mansion at a dinner party, and it’s up to Dick Kicker to figure out who the killer is. This is the most highly regarded sequel of the bunch. Released in 1974, it has a 7.0 on IMDB.

The Hardest Nut to Crack: A factory worker and union leader turns up dead, so Dick Kicker is on the case to get to the bottom of this. Very good ideas and a solid message, but the execution lacked any flair and some find the film hamfisted. Released in 1978, it has a 6.0 on IMDB.

The City Sleeps Tonight: A death during a severe power outage is investigated by Dick. Usually regarded as the weakest entry in the series. Released in 1980, it has a 5.8 on IMDB.

Mercenaries

A series about, you guessed it, a group of mercenaries. It is a trashy, crazy action series well known for two things: The immortal lines “There’s nothing better in life than the feeling of a woman’s tongue coiling around the tip of your dick” and “I’m going to make you sorry you ever slid out of your mom’s vagina” (both uttered by the main character, foul-mouthed Max Viper) and the single fight scene involving Venus Crowley (under her pseudonym Scarlet Love) in which she performed unscripted combat moves whilst riding a motorcycle.

#The vampirino story

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Can I get Day 2 of Kinkmas with Fives/Miko, Miko gets interested in some toys after talking to Zahra about spicing up her and Fives sex lives, Fives overhears and buys a dildo for Miko so they can do a dp without a second person. - vickyships

Sure thing, buddy. Hiko... or Fiko.. Fucko... or whatever this ship’s name is needs more content.

btw this is 3k words wtf did I write this????

(Ao3)

Also, if you enjoyed my work, here’s Ko-fi link if you’d be so kind ❤️ .

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The blood in Hector's veins simultaneously froze and was set on fire when he heard one phrase he never thought he would hear from the mouth of his girlfriend. He knew he shouldn't have been eavesdropping on her and Zahra's conversation, but he just wanted to know if there was something she'd like for Holidays this year. He did not expect to hear that.

The two letters, so simple and innocent, combined together made his ears ring as he understood the consequences of them.

- ...I so want to try DP with Hector...

He could hear the excitation in her voice, combined with Zahra's supportive giggling that sent shivers down his spine and forced him to move out of the spot, so that he wouldn't be caught. This was not how their trip to the mall was supposed to look like, he thought, wandering through the isles, while girls went their way. Or maybe Miko has arranged the situation so he could hear them?

But as he kept on walking aimlessly, the image of his naked girlfriend using some fancy sex toy mobilised him, and he ventured forward, even though he wasn't even sure if the their city had a sex shop, though if it did, it would be in this hellhole of consumerism.

And if the video games has taught him anything, is that one should always explore every nook and cranny of the area to find the loot. He had to use all of his skills and powers, as if he could cast a revealing spell, or one to help him find a way. His eyes scanned the multicoloured signs and names, searching for a name that would seem innocent and innocuous to the uninitiated, but would be obvious to the correct clientèle.

And then, he noticed it.

"The French Library"

Perfect name. So simple, yet effective at hiding in plain sight. Hector smiled, and with just a bit of nervousness, walked into the shop's front-end, masquerading like a book shop indeed.

- Uh, hi.

He asked the shopkeeper, trying to act naturally. Finding the place was one thing, but a second barrier of entry was the vernacular, the slang, the lingo. A correct passcode would lead him to another section of the shop, where he might find the precious, forbidden item he was looking for.

- Good afternoon, how may I help you? - a women just slightly older than him greeted him - Er, I am looking for... - he leaned against the counter - *Special* items... - Oh, would you like to pick-up the on-line order? - Er, no. - Hector corrected, straightening his pose - I mean *special*, special items.

She blinked.

- Those that tie to the er, nature of French love... - he noticed a curious look on her face, and frantically thought of any other euphemisms - Er, the, the ones that, are, of, eh, certain...

Sweat appeared on his forehead

- I mean... - he suddenly brightened - Baguettes! I would like to browse your baguette section!

The woman sighed.

- Sir, the sex-shop is that way.

She pointed him to the exit, and as Hector followed, he noticed a colourful, pink neon reading "Adult store" just on the other side of the isle.

- Oh, heh, uh, thanks! So-sorry for the, uh, well, everything.

He turned on the spot and rushed out of the shop, feeling the shopkeeper's eyes on his back. The woman sighed. She wasn't paid enough to deal with that.

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A few minutes later, as Hector walked into the mall's lobby, he was surprised by Miko jumping into his arms. He didn't have to ask to know where Zahra took her to; the smell of new perfume testers gave her away. But Miko's eyes grew wide when she spotted the small bag he was holding, and he needed to dodge her quick moves and skilled hands to take the gift bag out of her reach, as she frantically tried to get it.

- Gimmegimmegimmegimmegimme! - Come on, baby, you can open it at home. - he laughed, as Miko jumped up and down, growling at the Hector and the bag he was holding way above his head - But I got you exactly what you wanted...

Her angry expression suddenly soften, and she gasped, before closing her arms around his neck... Though she still tried to snatch the present from his hand, like and angry cat.

- Did-Did you really get it? - Well, it's time of giving, isn't it? - he looked into her glimmering eyes, cupped her cheek and kissed her, rendering her utterly defenceless, as she melted in his arms. - Well, I got something for you too. - she quickly recovered and pecked his cheek.

The two waved Zahra goodbye and eagerly walked towards the exit, putting on their gloves and scarves. Though the air was cold, there was little snow this year, making it an easy ride for Hector's used car. Less than ten minutes later Miko eagerly jumped from the car and ran up the stairs to their apartment.

A small one, overlooking a very noisy road, but still, one they could call theirs. As long as they pay rent on time, that is. Miko turned on the small Christmas tree, cut from two old motherboards, to which they soldered a set of LEDs to make it look more festive.

But Miko's eyes were even brighter than that, jumping in place as if she was an animation from a select screen of a fighting game. Hector rolled his eyes and handed her the curved package.

- Okay, you can open it early. But I guess we move to the, uh, bedroom.

By that he meant "to take a few steps deeper into their flat", to the bed right next to their impressive gaming station, one of the few things they have managed to snatch from Hinobi. Miko grabbed the gift and jumped onto the bed, dragging Hector with him.

- Okay, but how did you know what to get me? - Well, uh, I kinda, sorta, overheard what do you want it, so I thought... - OHMIGOSH THANK YOU! - she squealed - I mean, it was also on my publicly available wishlist, scanned by every single ad bot on the Internet, but hey, oldschool.

Miko threw her hands around his neck and kissed him, just before she started ripping the paper of the curved-shaped package to shreds. But as its contents became more and more apparent, the jubilant excitation in her eyes vanished, and when Miko lifted the doubled-sided dildo up, her face was filled with confusion and consternation.

- Hector? - she looked at her boyfriend, equally flabbergasted by her reaction - Er, what's that? - We-Well, you know... - he started explaining - And I *know* what that is - she clarified - But..., er, where- how- why?

She waved the dildo back and forth, as if seeing if it could transfmogrify into the present she expected.

- Well, you-you said you want to try DP, so, I thought...

Miko blinked. For a moment, their eyes connected, giving him a glimmer of hope that he did nothing wrong.

And then she exploded.

- DUAL PULSATION! - she erupted - THAT'S THE NAME OF THE NEW CONTROLLER! - Oh. - hector eyes widened - That-that makes more sense.

Miko sighed.

- Well, you are a man. Minus ten to Subtlety, I suppose... - Hey, I'm not that oblivious. - he protested - I thought that maybe, you know, I wasn't...

He shied away for a moment, catching her attention.

- You what? - I wasn't doing that well, and...

Next moment he was pushed to the bedsheets, as Miko peppered his face with kisses.

- Oh, you dummy. You tall, gorgeous, handsome dummy. - she smiled - I'd never think that.

She kissed his jawline and, as she continued her kisses, her hands started slowly undoing his shirt and jeans, and she let out a pleasant murmur when she felt his fingers on her skin.

- Mhm, it's a good thing we're already on the bed, we can try it out... - Well, yeah, what else-

Miko lifted her head up and shot him once more with a freezing stare.

- Cos I wanted to test the controller I thought my my boyfriend bought me! - she pointed to the TV screen on the wall. - Right, right, sorry... - That's minus twenty to Subtlety. Geez, that thing has been advertised everywhere! Six axis of motion control! Haptic triggers! Built-in microphone to insult mothers of your online opponents! And it can split into two, hence "I wanted to try it with you"! - she raised an eyebrow.

She waddled towards him, losing some of the clothes he has managed to unbuttoned.

- I still love you.

Miko cupped his face and sat in his laps, letting him take over. His arms closed behind her back and she gently flipped her to her back, fighting with her legs and hips that soon surrendered and automatically locked with his. One by one, articles of clothing landed on the small space next to their bed, until Hector gasped at the sight of her breasts, before diving between them.

The pleasant moan that escaped Miko's mouth, combined with her body's automatic impulse to arch gave him the familiar satisfaction, but not as big as the feeling of her fingers digging into his trousers.

- Come'ere...

Following her order, Hector rose above her, letting her undo his pants and free his cock in one, quick swoop. Soon, the same fingers that mercilessly tested the durability of every arcade machine known to man, delicately closed around his cock, shortly before her lips did the same, engulfing his head with a gentle kiss.

Two clumsy moves of his legs later his pants and trousers joined the pile on the ground, leaving him completely naked. Miko took the dildo and brought it next to her boyfriend's cock, eyeing both of them carefully.

- Modelled after yours? - she looked up, seeing a faint smile on his face, fighting with the overwhelming bliss of her caresses. - Come... come on, Miko... I'm not that big... - You're big enough for me.

She kissed him once more and reached to their night-stand for a pack of condoms.

- Now, we gotta put an extra armor on it... - Miko cooed, sliding a condom on one end of the dildo - And on your little warrior too...

When her fingers touched Hector's cock, she heard a soft whimpering, and when she looked up, she found her boyfriend giving her a begging frown, to which she only responded with an sigh.

- High Five, you have already given me one present, you don't want to give me another surprise one, do you?

She stressed out her words, drawing his sight to her underbelly, where she was dragging her finger. She could feel shivers on his skin, as her allusion this time reached him completely.

- Besides I'd have to wait nine months to actually get it, and we both know that pre-ordering SUUUUUCKS, and, well, we're not ready for it.

She took a quick glance at their small bedroom, from which they could pretty much see almost every other corner of their flat. A small pang of melancholy hit her, from which hector brought her back with another kiss.

- Don't worry, Miko, I'll gladly wait until we upgrade our rig.

He smiled and slid on the condom himself, right before he leaned between her legs to do one last thing.

- Come on, open that lootbox.

She giggled when she felt his fingers dance across her slit, as he taunted her, delaying her the pleasure. With his other hand on her thick thighs, he felt her impatience, as she tried to prevent her legs from thrashing against their bed, while hector kissed her through the fabric of her panties.

- High Fiiiive! - she roared, initially in annoyance, though her voice broke when his mouth touched her wet panties. - I don't know, maybe it will have better value when left in original packaging?

But Miko had enough. She grabbed the edges of her panties and straight ripped them apart, leaving Hector no choice but to dive into her wet, overflowing sex, to take the first lick of her arousing juices. His tongue lapped the eagerly, while his girlfriend narrated his progress with short moans and short jolts of her muscles.

Though Hector would love to feel the full force of her orgasm splashing against his face - which was only fair after he finished on hers so many times - he wanted to try the present, and so, while his lips caressed her folds, he brought the tip of the dildo to her butthole, first sending just a wave of warm air to eliminate the cold, alien feel.

Still Miko shivered when he pressed the tip of the rubber against her ass, and their eyes met, giving Hector a clear sign to follow. He pushed the fake cock further along, listening to the moan that escaped through Miko's throat. Knowing how delicate her other hole was, he was gently moving if\t back and forth, while his tongue licked her slit, though with each push, he slid it just a fraction of inch further, hearing the approval in her rising tone.

But at some point, Miko loudly announced it is time for what her present was supposed to be.

With her legs high in the air, resting on Five's shoulders, she grabbed the dildo, allowing herself to push it as far as she found it comfortable, while Hector lined up his cock with the entrance that overflowed with her juices and his saliva.

Another wordless nod, and the two began. As soon as Hector slipped himself inside her, Miko's legs tensed and curved, upon the presence of two cocks in her body. Hector was glad that they were doing it in the middle of the day; only so many times they could blame her moans on fans cooling overheating graphic cards...

- You okay, babe?

After the initial shock, Miko could only babble with parts of words, but she nodded, encouraging him to continue his gentle pushes. And with that, their bodies began rocking against each other, each push of Hector's also delicately impaled her on the fake dildo, and though the position would be otherwise slightly uncomfortable, Miko was on cloud nine, panting with her tongue stuck out, as the presence of twice as many lovers in her truly turned her brain to mush.

But she was conscious enough to demand more. Hector could feel her moving her ankles that would otherwise be kicking his butt to speed up, and he gladly fulfilled her wish, diving deeper into her, and letting her slide further onto his rubbery double.

With each thrust, Hector was pushing her limit further and further, until he embraced his dominant position and simply leaned over her, allowing his hip to simultaneously slam his cock inside her, and let the dildo fill her ass up. With last ounces of her strength, Miko, held onto to the rubbery cock, feeling as if she truly was sandwiched between two lover, missing the illusory Hector's breath and kisses on her neck, which he always left when he was taking her from behind.

And so when he leaned over her and placed a single kiss on her collarbone, Miko lost it, thrashing her body as double wave of orgasms rushed through her loins, much to hector surprise. He watched as his girlfriend melts in front of him, until she could move no more and let her arms and legs become limp, while her chest was rising up and down, in erratic, fashion.

- I take it that you enjoyed it?

She responded with a vaguely recognisable words, but she sobered up at once, when she realised that Hector hasn't joined her in post-orgasmic bliss.

- Oh, w-wait. You didn't... - Yeah, but don't worry...

Miko got onto her knees, which was easier said than done, with her legs wobbling. She discarded the used condom, grabbed a piece of paper to clean herself up after exploding orgasms, and faced the cock that supplied one half of her pleasure. But then, she put one more condom on the two-ended dildo, and slipped the rubber from Hector's cock to use it on the other end of her present.

- I want you in all holes.

And with that, Miko licked her lips, closed her eyes and took Hector into her mouth, while her hands aimed the two ends of the dildo to her two entrances,

They both knew that they won't last long. Hector was on his edge anyway, and Miko's sex and asshole were still quivering from recent orgasms, so any stimulation would drive her crazy. And indeed, as she bounced up and down onto the curvy piece of rubber, she would have been already howling with pleasure, if not for Hector's cock in her mouth.

Hector's watched as Miko's eyes widened and bulged under not one, two, but three stimuli. At the same time, she felt her holes contract around her new lover again, while a wave of Hector's cum flooded her mouth, giving her just a split of a second to take one last breath. His body shivered with hers, and ultimately, the over-stimulation forced her to bail out, letting last of Hector's climax cover her breasts, as she rolled to her back, once more thrashing from the amount of pleasure.

But this time, she had Hector's mouth and his kisses to soothe the fire that consumed her, and his pecks delivered in strategic places allowed her body and mind to return to Earth, especially when he gently cleaned her body with paper towels, peppering each inch of her skin with more kisses.

Soon, Miko was purring in satisfaction as her boyfriend made up for the gift mix-up with more of his tenderness, and she eagerly leaned up her butt against his member, to feel the familiar stiffness she felt when she cuddled with him before falling asleep.

- Mhm, I think I like that present of yours. - she turned her head to meet his tired eyes. - Glad I could fill your tastes.

He cupped her face and their lips met in a long, soothing kiss.

- And don't worry, I will get you the real controller. - Hector apologised - I shouldn't have been thinking just about.... you know, sex and all. - That's okay. - Miko moaned, nestling herself against his body - That controller has five different vibration modes, so I was going to bring it to the bedroom anyway.

Hector blinked.

- Wait, what. - Oh, yeah. It would have been a steal, since it would be a controller AND a vibrator. Best deal ever.

Hector gulped, as realisation dawned on him.

- A-And did you discuss it with Zahra...? - Ssh.

Miko put a finger over his mouth.

- Don't spoil what I got for you... And her.

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A/N: "Dual Play" is based on name of "Dual Shock", a default PS controller, its shape is based on the "boomerang"/"banana"-like prototype of PS3 controller, and its duality is a nod to Joycons.

#hiko #fiko #lemon #Anonymous #aged-up characters and all that #hector nieves #Miko kubota #glitch techs #nautiscaraderfics #MikoFive #Fiko #Hecko #Miko Kubota #Hector Nieves

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jace-the-writer-guy · 4 years

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The Stray of Atlas (Part Two)

Word count: 3,335

“Jace, my friend! I hope you’re doing well!”

When Jace and his team walked out of the amphitheater after being dismissed, they soon met with two of Jace’s closest friends in Atlas, the speaker’s name being Tyr Alexander. He was six feet and three inches tall with well built muscles, which went well with his fighting style of using his claymore. His eyes were a light olive color and his short hair was a deep red color. His prosthetic right hand and forearm were fully black in color with studs on the knuckles in case he needed to punch anything that got close to him. Right now, he was wearing the uniform of Atlas Academy and not his combat outfit. Like Jace’s prosthetic, it had the technology to let him feel with the finger tips and all around the outsides of the hand and wrist, and a coil inside the wrist itself could generate his body heat throughout the metal.

The girl that was with Tyr was Ashe Crane, who was also one of Raine’s closest friends and fellow apprentice Ranger. She stood at five feet and seven inches tall, and her body was slender and athletic to match her own fighting style, which involved her running and dancing around enemies with her dual pistols, and striking them with kicks when they get close. Along with the shortsword her pistols could turn into. She had dark hazel colored eyes and medium length, jade colored hair with both sides cascading down either side of her face.

Jace nodded to them both and smiled a bit. “I’m surviving, being back here and all… It feels weird, and honestly I’m scared of losing control of my emotions. I almost did earlier but Alyss and everyone helped me out.”

“Ah, I am sorry to hear that. But I know that you are strong, and you will be okay.”

Ashe nodded in agreement. “We know you, Jace. You’re stronger than you know.”

“It’s just the memories of everything getting to me, but… with everyone here with me, I know I’ll manage.”

Tyr grinned. “You have a warrior’s heart. We know you will. I apologize, but we have to go find Terra and Paige.”

Raine gave a smirk. “Making sure they aren’t having fun in a closet?”

Ashe laughed at that and nodded. “Absolutely. We’ll catch up later, Raine.”

“I think I’m actually gonna go find Shy an’ Holly,” Auron said and gave a smile, “Gods I really wanna spend more time with ‘em before classes start.”

Jace nodded to him. “Go ahead, man. We’ll text you directions to the dorm when we find it.”

“Alright then. Talk to y'all later.” Auron said and patted Jace on the shoulder before walking off, pulling his scroll out to message Shyla.

“You know, I’ll come with you guys too,” Raine spoke up towards Tyr and Ashe, “I’d like to catch up with you guys.”

Alyss let out a small giggle. “I guess our group is shrinking. Good luck finding Terra and Paige. Is his eye still doing okay?”

“It is. He’s still had no complications with it,” Tyr answered, and he gave her a smile, “You healed it completely four years ago after that match in the tournament. You know you don’t have to ask about it.”

“I know, but I still like to ask how my old patients are doing.”

Tyr chuckled. That is very fair. Farewell, you two. We’ll speak later.“

"Talk to you later, Tyr.” Jace said to his friend, and then they all separated. Jace and Alyss went further into the school while Tyr, Ashe, and Raine went outside.

Jace and Alyss continued on down the halls after Tyr and the others left. A few moments passed by and soon the two were left nearly alone in the halls as most everyone else were going outside after Ironwood addressed them. A few moments longer than that, Jace squeezed Alyss’ hand a bit.

“Thank you for everything, Alyss…” He murmured to his mate.

Alyss looked up at him. “Hmm? What are you thanking me for?”

“Just… everything. Being with me, helping me on the nights I can’t sleep because of everything that happened… healing all those burns on my arm when we first met, just… walking into my life like you did. Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me.”

Alyss kissed him on the cheek and smiled. “You don’t have to thank me for any of that, sweetie. Thank you for coming into my life too.”

Jace began to smile and he placed a soft, light kiss on her lips. “I’m really happy we met. I thank Light every day for it.”

They walked hand in hand like they have been through the halls of Atlas, and Jace was slowly beginning to put back together memories of where everything was. It was still hazy for him, but he was remembering. One thing he always remembered though was that all of Atlas’ dorm rooms had small kitchens in them, but he or Genesis had never really gotten a chance to use the one in their dorm before they were ambushed and kidnapped. They even had video casters in them too, so students didn’t have to buy any to bring in for themselves. Students were always encouraged to cook their own meals after classes, but the cafeteria was of course always open for breakfast and lunch.

Jace wondered if anything changed with the dorms in the last few years.

He was soon broken out of his thoughts when he caught sight of two people approaching them, two very familiar people. They were his old teammates, Michael Slater and Liza Flair. Michael stood at the same height as Jace but was a bit thinner in terms of muscle, and he had completely black hair and deep blue eyes. Liza was five feet and six inches tall with a skinnier build than most but it helped her move around the battlefield well, and she had long silver hair with streaks of light-blue dyed throughout it. And not only were they once Jace and Genesis’ teammates, but they were both once their bullies as well, something the two still regretted immensely after learning everything about what the two had been through.

“Oh, hey,” Jace greeted them both, “You got rid of the green in your hair?” He said to Michael.

“Umm, hey. And yeah, I did,” Michael replied rather nervously. They were both always like that around Jace now, “Kind of grew out of it, y'know.”

“Are you both doing okay?”

Liza nodded a bit. “We’re getting by. Not dragging our team down at least, hahaha…”

“Come on, you guys can’t seriously still think that, can you?” Jace said to them both, shaking his head slightly, “I don’t think that anyone that did what you did can drag their teams down. You came to help us all retake Beacon when we needed it the most and I saw even then that you both got a lot better with your fighting styles. You’re not even close to holding your team down.”

“How… can you still not hate us?” Liza asked Jace, “We made life hell for you and Genesis. We were complete assholes to you two, We called you trash, we just let you both do all the work, and we accused you of running away from Atlas…”

“And back then, you know we would have said a lot of… bad things about you dating Alyss, and definitely about you growing cat ears and a tail.” Michael continued.

Jace could definitely hear the guilt in their voices, the same as it had been every time they spoke after the battle to reclaim Beacon. “Michael, Liza… the reason I don’t hate you both is really simple. You changed. You got better with your attitudes, you apologized to me, and then most of all you helped me take this back,” He reached up and put his hand on the hilt of Standoff over his shoulder, “You helped us retake our home. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I forgive you both, but I really do. You deserve that. And thank you both.”

“We just… feel so bad…” Liza said after a moment of silence, “We didn’t know…”

Alyss had stayed silent for the entire time the three talked, and she finally let out a sigh. “What matters is that you two realized what you did was really, really wrong, and you owned up to it, apologized, and improved yourselves. Jace forgives you both for it. I think what you two really need is to be able to forgive yourselves.”

Liza shook her head. “It’s not easy to do that.”

“I know, but you need to try and move on so you can be even better,” Alyss replied, and she glanced up to Jace and grinned a bit, “Don’t stare too long into the sun that you forget the rest of the sky.”

Jace grinned at hearing her say his family saying. “You can’t move forward when you’re stuck in the past. I’ve moved on, and I know Genesis has too. I think it’s time you both did.”

Michael gulped a bit and let out a slow breath. “This… is always gonna be weird, just talking to you normally like this.”

“I can imagine,” Jace replied, and he chuckled, “We’re gonna go find our dorm now if you guys don’t mind. Don’t hold yourselves down anymore, please.”

“Right… Bye Jace. Talk to you later.” Liza said to him and she and Michael walked on by them.

Jace shook his head. “It’s probably gonna take a lot longer for them to move forward.”

“There’s no doubt about that,” Alyss said, “I wish they could.”

“Yeah, I do too. They really feel horrible about that.”

A moment later, Jace felt his scroll vibrate in his pocket and he took it out to see he had received a message from General Ironwood. “Jace, after you get yourself acquainted with your dorm room and its location, please meet with me in my office. I have something to tell you.”

“Huh… Ironwood wants to talk to me.” Jace said to Alyss.

“Oh? What do you think he needs?” Alyss asked.

“I’m not sure, but after we find our dorm then we should go meet with him.”

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Later

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After Jace and Alyss located their dorm and dropped their belongings off, the two made their way towards the office of James Ironwood. While Jace had left Legacy in the dorm, he kept Standoff in its place on his back. Alyss had sent messages to Auron and Raine with directions to their dorm, and their replies were those of confirmation. Eventually the two had arrived at the doors of Ironwood’s office. Standing outside were two guards with standard equipment of the Atlesian military. They made to block off their entry, but then recognized who they were and stood to the side. Jace nodded slightly to them both before he stepped up to the doors and knocked on the heavy wood.

“Come in.” The muffled voice of the General said from inside.

Jace opened the door and, despite knowing that it was one of the safest places to be, gently pulled Alyss behind him as they entered. He hated that his instincts made him distrustful of his surroundings most of the time. After nearly losing Alyss because he wasn’t there with her, those instincts always made him want to keep her behind him when walking into any place, even classrooms. The only place Jace’s instincts let him fully relax was in their dorm room at Beacon.

Ironwood turned from the large window as the door opened and noticed Jace place himself in front of Alyss defensively, and he smiled a bit. “It isn’t any easier, is it?”

Jace sadly shook his head. “No… it isn’t. I don’t mean to seem distrustful, sir.”

“I take no offense by it, Jace. And please,” Ironwood walked from behind his desk as Jace closed the door, “Just call me James. After all you’ve been through, I won’t ask you to be formal with me.”

Jace let out a sigh. “I hope I can finally relax someday.”

“You can take all the time you need, sweetie.” Alyss told him and lifted his hand up to softly kiss the top of.

Jace felt himself relax a bit. “Why did you want to talk with me, sir… James.” He corrected himself.

James turned back to the window and walked over, and he beckoned Jace over. Jace did so with Alyss of course, and James went to speak. “I know rumor has gotten out about our plans to take Atlas to the skies. I assume you’ve heard of that.”

Jace and Alyss both nodded. “Right. It was the talk of Beacon for a few weeks straight.” Jace replied.

“I could guess as much. I’m not sure how that information was leaked, but we can’t focus on that. What we keep even more of a secret from as many people as we can is exactly how we’ll do it.”

“Should I leave or anything?” Alyss asked James, “This is probably really classified information.”

James chuckled at that. “It is very classified information, but I know Jace wouldn’t be comfortable if you weren’t by his side even if I were to give the Ace Ops orders to protect her. It would be best if you were here.”

“Thank you for that, James. I really appreciate it,” Jace said in relief, and he gently squeezed Alyss’ hand, “How are you going to take Atlas into the air? And why do you want to tell me this?”

“The reason I want to tell you is that out of anyone I’ve ever met, I consider you a hero to the people of Remnant more than anyone,” James began to tell him, “You’re a symbol of hope to those that have lost their loved ones to kidnappings all over the world. They always have that hope that some day, their wives, husbands, sons or daughters are going to be found and rescued. You’re one of the people I respect the most, even out of those I’ve known the longest. You’ve fallen so low but you rose back up and rose higher than I ever imagined you would. I have complete trust that neither of you will use this knowledge for evil means.”

Jace felt himself shrink a bit at the praise he was given, and he looked down over Atlas Academy through the window. “I… wouldn’t have gotten to this point without so many people, James. If it wasn’t for you, Ozpin, Qrow, Oobleck, team RWBY, Alyss, or so many others then… I wouldn’t be here at all right now. I’m not sure if I deserve praise if no one that helped me gets the same.”

James let out a smile at hearing that. “You have a good, pure heart. You deserve all the praise in the world for your part in ending that string of kidnapping five years ago, for your part in helping reclaim Beacon and Vale, your part in destroying the Crimson Lance, and your part in putting a quick end to the White Fang’s attempts at forced recruitment after the reclamation. You’ve done so much for the world along with your entire team, and your friends. You’re a hero to so many people, Jace. Everyone knows your story from your speech at the reclamation ceremony.”

Jace remembered that day clearly. He never expected to give such a long speech, but he had a lot to get off his chest. He spilled his heart out about everything he had been through, and told the world what he had done to end the suffering of so many people that had been used in such horrendous experiments. He told them all about his darkest moment when he thought about ending it all for himself, and he told them all about the girl that saved his life and his soul.

And after that, he met the family members of a few of those people he had killed, and was thanked for ending their suffering.

In the few years following that speech, he had met with more families of those victims. While some had taken it harder than others, they all had thanked him for letting their loved ones rest in peace, and giving them closure. Even with all of them not holding anything against him, a part of himself always felt the guilt of ending so many innocent lives, but those people’s words had softened the blow of that guilt substantially.

“Now as for how we are raising Atlas into the sky…” James continued after a few moments of silence, “I know very well that you both know about the Maidens. Miss Rose… isn’t the best at keeping secrets to her friends it seems.”

Jace couldn’t help but give a choked laugh at that, barely able to hold his emotions down. “N-no, not really. None of us h-have told anyone outside our circles though.”

Ironwood nodded. “I’ve noticed that too. Thankfully Glynda was able to hear of it though and spoke with you all about it. Along with the Maidens, there are four relics. The Relic of Knowledge in Haven’s vault, the Relic of Choice in Beacon’s vault, the Relic of Destruction in Shade’s vault, and the Relic of Creation here in Atlas’ vault.”

“I feel like that going by the fact that Maidens are real, then those have a lot of power.” Alyss remarked curiously.

“They are immensely powerful,” Ironwood affirmed with a nod, “We know that the Relic of Choice was what Cinder Fall was truly after when she and her cohorts attacked Beacon, and thankfully Ozpin had it moved with a trusted ally that we won’t name here.”

Alyss rubbed Jace’s back soothingly, her hand moving in circles between his shoulder blades as she began to speak again. “You’re gonna use the Relic of Creation?”

Ironwood nodded once again. “Precisely. We plan to have the Winter Maiden open our vault here so we may use the relic to create enough air and gravity dust to make Atlas take to the skies. This is a very big plan we have set up, and we hope to have Atlas in the sky in the next fifteen years.”

Jace finally opened his mouth to speak again after he felt he could. “Th-that sounds amazing, James. You don’t think…”

“Absolutely not,” James interrupted with a shake of his head, knowing what he was going to ask, “Your home will be safe since it’s so far from the city limits. You should have a nice view if you’re home at the time.”

“I… can imagine,” Jace replied, “Thank you for trusting us with that knowledge, James.”

“It’s no trouble at all. To be honest, I think the Rangers knew of that plan before we even finalized it as what we wanted to do.”

Jace laughed at that. “I really don’t doubt that.”

Ironwood clasped his hand over Jace’s shoulder and looked into his eyes, and he gave him a small nod. “What I said before is true Jace, and I meant every word. I respected your father a great deal, and I respect you even more than that. Now, that’s all I wanted to tell you. You are free to return to the dorm you’re staying at and relax for the rest of the day. If you want to, you can tell your teammates and friends if you trust them enough, and I know you do.”

“Thank you, sir. We won’t tell too many people,” Alyss replied to him, and she turned her attention to Jace, “Are you ready to go?”

Jace nodded. “Yeah, I am,” He turned to Ironwood, “Thank you again for trusting us, and thank you again for everything you’ve done for me.”

“It’s no trouble, Jace. I hope you have a nice time here in Atlas again.”

#oc #jace reznor #alyss reznor #james ironwood #b&b au #submission

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mellz117 · 4 years

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Hello all and welcome to part 4 of my playthrough of KH2 on the PS2. If you haven't seen the previous entries please go do that.

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To recap: The Wonders of Twilight Town are boring as hell. We spoke to Namine again, Roxas finally realizes his life this week is a lie and starts to remember his life in the Organization. DiZ is racist against Nobodies but we already knew that. Roxas and Axel fight, I wanted to cry. Roxas meets Sora in his sleeping pod before disappearing, I wanted to cry.

And the adventure continues

I wanna know how Sora wakes up in the real world when Roxas merges with him in the virtual one. How in CoM does Sora go to sleep in Castle Oblivion, the whole-ass chamber and then some get transferred to Twilight Town, Roxas meets him in a virtual version of the mansion, and Sora wakes up in the real mansion in KH2? Nomura please explain this series. Is Final Fantasy ever this convoluted?

Donald and Goofy call out to Sora and we're once again reminded this is a Disney game. I don’t know why but the fact that Disney owns the original Kingdom Hearts characters bothers me. It means, unless DISNEY gives the OK, Sora will never be in Smash Bros. and that makes me sad.

I don't know much about comas but after a year of total inactivity, wouldn't your muscles atrophy like, A BUNCH? At least is wasn’t 7... OR VENTUS WITH A WHOLE DECADE WTF?

Again WHY COULDN'T JIMINY JUST KEEP EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN CHAIN OF MEMORIES WRITTEN DOWN IN HIS JOURNAL INSTEAD OF A CRYPTIC MEMO TO THANK NAMINE?

The trinity trio wanders out of the mansion, loot some chests, and find their way to the back alleys of town.

Hayner is rude RIGHT outta the gate, wow. Ok I remember that Pence actually met Roxas in Days, and so to me he seems to recognize Sora through his memories of Roxas despite the two sharing like, one visual similarly: blue eyes. But KH3 to my understanding reveals that the virtual versions of characters affect the real version so I dunno!! WHAT IS THIS SERIES?

"Have you finished the summer homework yet?" Olette asks Sora and his two ANIMAL COMPANIONS as if seeing two anthropomorphic animals is fucking normal in a town comprised entirely of humans and exactly one moogle.

Sora doesn't have any homework. For over a year he's been away from home and his mom couldn't make him go to school. I wonder how she's doing? Does she miss her son? Kingdom Hearts and parents don't gel.

I like how.. When Pence describes this cloaked figure who was looking for the trinity trio, as having big, round ears, they have to think about who it could possibly be. They’re not too bright.

Why is “sofa” capitalized? Also they weren't even sitting on it, neither of them were!

HAYNER IS A RUDE BOY! He tells us so ask Seifer about the town, as we are new. Bruh, if you’re this rude to us I’m sure how much worse Seifer and his posse are.

Seifer is immediately confrontational. “You here to pick a fight with us?” and Sora’s all like “No, we’re new here.” and DONALD FUCKING DUCK! INSULTS SEIFER AND NOW EVERYONE’S READY TO THROW DOWN! THANKS TO THIS DUMB FUCK DUCK!

But thank Christ big chungus appears out of nowhere and stops the children and two adult furries from causing a scene.

This dude is WAY too into the Struggle tournament. Seifer has an unwanted faaaaan! Bro, go away, you’re creeping on a teenager.

I wanna fight Seifer.

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I'm not working on this like I should be. I'm going on vacation soon and since we're all in quarantine I can't really do anything fun so this is the opportune time to catch up.

Moving on! We make our way to the train station and oh no, we're ambushed by Dusks! Because of COURSE we are. Who could've seen THAT coming? /s

I- I like how, even after hearing his voice, and seeing his fucking mousey silhouette, the gang STILL might not be sure this is their stupid rat king. One brain cell between the three of them, I swear, and Goofy is the primary carrier, and it only sometimes works.

Why do we need to purchase tickets to travel on a magical train embarking to an ethereal plane of existence? I guess it's the principal of it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO HUG THIS BOY. LOOK, HE'S CRYING!

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Pence is so cute. I didn't care much for him when I was younger but he's such a cutie.

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I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO HUG THIS BOY. LOOK, HE'S SAD!

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It's fat cat Pete. For like ever, I had no idea he was a cat. Wonder what Maleficent saw in him to ally with him.

The trinity trio laughing about killing (or at least taking part in killing) Maleficent. "She's toast!" this sure is early 2000's dialogue...

Heartless everywhere! "You mean the worlds aren't at peace after all" well, no sweetie. It takes time for things to recover from horrible events. *looks at current state of the real world*

So like, I had no idea Yen Sid was a Keyblade warrior??? I had read about that in his Wiki page when I googled if any Keyblade warriors were left handed. (Ven might be, but more likely ambidextrous) But I guess being Mickey's teacher would imply his Keyblade wielder roots but whatever, I didn't pay attention when I was a teenager.

Yen Sid's decor is baffling. What are these bookshelves? What are these BOOKS? They're huge!

Good on Yen Sid for using singular “they” pronouns in 2005.

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On to our change of wardrobe. Without a doubt Sora's best look in the whole series, in my humble opinion. Lookit my handsome boy.

And Sora learns about drive forms, blah, blah, blah, powerful forms, gotta sacrifice something like in Duel Monsters, in this case an ally.

Yen Sid is so boring.

All seriousness and tension is just broken as soon as Goofy’s name is uttered, at least Sora and Donald have normal names wtf.

It’s interesting how like, 15 years later, Union X explains how Maleficent was able to return after her defeat. Something about, as long as someone from your original time remembers you and you have a physical object to represent you you’re able to basically some back from the dead. Right? Am I right on that? I haven’t played it but I’m hanging by a thread on this loop.

Sora’s hard work down the drain...

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Hollow Bastion! And of course there’s trouble. Heartless, Nobodies, and Yuffie, oh my!

A problem sequels have to work around is when the protagonist needs to relearn their abilities. KH does a well and good job with this one. In CoM, it’s a different battle style, in KH2 Sora’s been asleep for a hear prior.

Also, Merlin “leant” Sora some magic spells? How does that work? Like, once you learn it you can’t just... give that knowledge back...?

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How old is Leon? He has no right being this pretty.

Another ambush by Nobodies. Give it a rest, would ya? Battle ensues, Leon deals the final blow against an enemy, and as the camera usually does, zooms in on the victor and we get a nice slow-mo crotch shot of Leon. Thanks, game... Then, Xemnas’s very sexy, very manly voice echoes across town and the organization appears before our protagonists. I’m weak.

Demyx’s laugh, dude. I love it. Sora is ready to throw hands with anyone in his way. Honey, you’re barely out of a magic coma and this dude is like, two whole feet taller than you. Not to mention very fit.

I’m done thirsting over Xemnas...

After a few taunting words, the new villains depart, Donald attempts to give chase somehow? Where you gonna go? They disappeared behind dark corridors. It seems Goofy is still holding onto that shared brain cell.

The Bastard

I like the majority of the Organization. Xigbar is definitely one of my favorites based on this next scene alone. He’s so snarky and full of shit. I love it. He’s great. He was definitely a stoner at some point.

I’m confused though. “He used to give me that same exact look!” the Wiki says Xigbar’s talking about Ven but I always thought he was referring to Roxas? Did Braig and Ven have a history? That’s implied in Days (which released before BbS) IDK dude. I’m surprised I’ve gone this long without spoiling myself too much on BbS. Like, a few story beats here and there but a lot of it isn’t gonna be known until I play it.

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The dialogue for KH2 was so different from the first game. It dates itself so much in comparison.

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Xiggy stands like this for 7 whole seconds parting with a condescending “Be a good boy now!” before disappearing. I love this fucker.

Leon, who’s been sitting on the sidelines this whole time, joins Sora and the others after the real threat is gone. We chitchat for a little bit and say our goodbyes. It’s time to leave this place and move on to one of two available worlds.

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At the Beast's Castle. After fighting a hoard of Shadows, the least intimidating enemy in the series (although the demon tower in kh3 is quite frightening nlg), the Beast himself makes his appearance, takes out the Heartless that suddenly stop multiplying upon his arrival, disgracefully shoves his supposed friends aside, and takes his precious rose to the west wing, which is where it SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. ADAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

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No joke one of the funniest actual gags in the whole series is:

*Donald Duck manhandling Cogsworth*

Cut to Sora saying "I'm glad you're OK." to Lumiere

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OK the minigame where you gotta light the magic torches, why do we have to make sure Cogsworth has enough strength to keep the lever down when we have two perfectly capable companions that can hold it down instead? I remember this sequence being a lot more annoying when I was a teen.

Xaldin's voice makes me feel things. Ahhh he sounds so tired lol. He peaces out and we fight the Beast. I remember getting him to calm down being harder.

"Xaldin used my anger to control me!" Says Beast. He angers very easily so this must have been a cinch. Xaldin's been obsessed with him since Days so I would imagine this intel would come in handy.

More fodder to fight and on to the boss. Phase one is just an angrier version of the Darkball Heartless. Phase two is just skinny Ganon. I like its design though.

“Belle, I’m sorry. I wasn’t myself, being all rude and overall kind of a jackass to you and my servants” Except that’s kinda how you’ve always been lmao. Just because you couldn’t choose not to be an ass here doesn’t change that this IS in character. Still gotta work on that a bit.

“You don’t have to apologize” No, no he still does.

They all reconcile and the Trinity Trio departs until Xaldin shows up again to wreak more havoc.

Time to move on to the next world.

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luki-fanfic · 5 years

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OOTW: The Explanation Snippet

This will one day be a chapter. When I have a better handle on Eri and the majority of the plot knocking on my head has been resolved. For now it’s kind of like the other snippet that’s Tumblr-only. I’m offering it up to the readers as a vague explanation for how KHR met BNHA.

It’s not often Aizawa takes Eri out of the UA grounds, and she’s not sure if she should be excited or terrified. So she has Aizawa’s hand in a vice grip and a chunk of his scarf wedged in the other, while her eyes dart around, trying to soak in every new thing she sees.

“It’s not far now” the man promises, and Eri nods, even though she doesn’t know exactly where it is they’re going. It’s clearly not where she’d lived before she’d been with Aizawa though, so it’s probably a nice place.

A few minutes later, Aizawa stops outside a small building with bright windows and knocks on the door. The man who unlocks the door is the same height as Aizawa and dressed all in white.

“Aizawa” he greets. “Yamada sent me your message, but it wasn’t very specific. How can I help?”

“Something Hizashi once said has come back to haunt me” Aizawa admits, as Yamamoto opens the door and allows the two entry. “I was looking for some advice.”

Yamamoto glances down at Eri, who have shuffles behind Aizawa’s leg.

“Ah, you must be Eri” he says. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Eri braves stepping out just a smidgen.

“Really?”

“This is Yamamoto” Aizawa tells her, and Eri, gives a small ‘oh’ in understand.

She knows Yamamoto. Yamada talks about him, and Aizawa once brought sushi he made home.

“Hi Mr. Yamamoto” she offers, and the chef smiles at Eri.

“Hello Eri” He replies. “You know, my youngest, Fuuta, is probably only a few years older than you. He’s upstairs if you want to say hello?”

Eri glances up at Aizawa, who smiles and nods in permission, and the girl cautiously steps past the kitchen and heads for the stairs. She vaguely hears Yamamoto asking Aizawa something about how something called ‘fostering’ and how it’s treating him, before it tapers off from distance.

The upper part of the building looks deceptively large, with 2 doors on each side and another small staircase at the end. It’s easy to tell where Eri is supposed to go, because only one door is open, and she can hear someone talking.

Still, she inches the door open in caution. She doesn’t want to upset whoever is inside.

“Um, hello?”

The room is really small, barely wide enough to shove the bed in to one end while a desk and chest of drawers line the sides. At the desk, there’s a young boy, engrossed in a giant book, who jerks up at her voice.

“Oh, hello?” he says. “Who are you?”

Eri bites her lip.

“E-Eri” she stutters out. “Yamamoto said I could come up?”

The boy grins, and her shoulders drop in relief.

“Oh, you stay with Aizawa right? He mentioned he had a little girl staying with him.”

He slips off the chair and sits on the floor, patting the ground next to him, and Eri happily sits down.

“Do you like staying with him?” he asks, and Eri nods.

“Oh yes. Aizawa is very nice” she insists. He brushes my hair and he buys me nice clothes and he really likes cats.”

It’s true. She has five stuffed cat toys on her bed right now. The secret that she actually prefers dogs is one she’ll never, ever tell, because it might make Aizawa sad and make him give her away and-

“Tsuna likes cats too” Fuuta tells her. “He and Gokudera used to have some. Yamamoto prefers dogs though.”

“What about you?” Eri asks, and Fuuta shrugs.

“Well, dogs are rated number 1 on most popular animals for pets” he says. “But honestly?”

His eyes dart around the room in mock suspicion, and leans in.

“I like fish” he admits. “When I’m older, I’ll have a great big aquarium and have dozens of tropical fish. It’ll be it’s own little universe.”

“That sounds amazing” Eri gasps. She’s never seen an aquarium, but it sounds amazing.

“Really?” Fuuta asks. “Most people think fish are boring.”

Eri immediately shakes her head. “No, no, no.”

“So...what do you like to do?” Fuuta asks, and Eri frowns.

“Um...I like being with Aizawa, and Mirio, and Izuku” she starts. “I like...”

Not being hurt any more. That was her favourite thing. But that’s probably not the right answer.

“I like stories” she decides upon. “Aizawa reads me stories at bedtime, and they’re really fun.”

They really were. Aizawa tells her all about new worlds, and princesses trapped in towers or by curses until their heroes come to save them. About magical schools and talking animals and all the different endings where the villains don’t ever win. It’s possibly her favourite part of the day.

Fuuta’s eyes immediately light up.

“I could tell you one” he says. “There’s a story I’ve been really wanting to tell people, and you can tell me if it’s any good?”

Eri matches his grin as Fuuta stands to grab one of the books on the desk.

“I started writing it down. Tsuna says I can tell people so long as I’m careful. It’s a little rough, but-”

“I don’t mind” Eri promises. “How does it start?”

Fuuta smiles.

“So, once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a boy who lived in a village with his mother. The boy was no good at anything, but he didn’t mind, even when people called him dame.”

“What was his quirk?” Eri asks, and Fuuta blinks in surprise before laughing.

“Oh, um. He didn’t have one. But one day, a strange man came to his door, and told his mother he was a tutor sent by his father to help the boy become a successful leader. However, in secret, he told the boy he was actually a legendary warrior sent from a faraway kingdom, to groom the boy as the next king.”

“Wow!” Eri gasps.

“He told the boy that his ancestor had once been king, but had left the kingdom to his cousin when he fled. But now, all the other princes were dead, and the boy was the next rightful heir. The boy refused.”

Eri’s face fell.

“What? But why?”

Fuuta smiled.

“Because it wasn’t just any old kingdom he was to rule, but a very powerful one. The villain kingdom.”

“There’s a kingdom of villains?” Eri asks, face pale, and Fuuta laughs.

“Don’t worry. Only in the story” he insisted. “The warrior told him he had no choice, and then unsealed the boy’s quirk.”

“Unsealed?” Eri repeats.

“It turns out that the villain kings all had this very powerful quirk, and since the boy was supposed to stay away from the kingdom, it was locked away when he was very young. But now they needed to train him in it very quickly.

And so the legendary warrior started to train him, sometimes with threats or blackmail, or even trickery. Along the way, the boy started to gather knights of his own. Friends with powerful, uh, quirks, that could help him rule.

They fought many battles, and fought many enemies. One in particular was a lord from a neighbouring kingdom, who had a quirk that let him talk and interact with every version of himself in every dimension. Using this ability, he was able to take over the entire world ten years into the future.”

Eri gasps.

“The boy and his friends were transported to this time in order to beat him, and in doing so, saved the timeline and helped the lord abandon his quest, becoming a friend to the boy himself.”

“Oh yay!” Eri says. “So the bad lord became a good lord.”

“Well, as good as a villain lord could be” Fuuta admits.

“Then the legendary warrior needed help. You see, he and seven other legendary warriors were all under a curse, and were going to die unless it was broken. The boy had grown fond of the warrior, even though he was a villain, he had always helped the boy, and given him strength and friends. So he fought the curse, and found a way to break it.”

“And then the warrior became a good guy?” Eri asks, and frowns when Fuuta shakes his head.

“Everyone was happy, but the boy still had to inherit the villain kingdom. In desperation, he turned to the warrior, asking him to stand with the boy in rejecting the role. But the warrior refused. To him, the kingdom of villains was too important to leave without a king, and he believed the boy would be the best person for the job.”

“But the boy didn’t want to be a villain” Eri summarised “Especially the king of them.”

“Right” Fuuta agrees. “He was very sad, and didn’t know what to do. The Villain Kingdom was so powerful, there was nowhere in the world he would be able to run. He could never escape.”

“Couldn’t he ask heroes for help?” Eri asks, and Fuuta shook his head.

“There were no heroes in his kingdom. The Villain Kingdom was so powerful, anyone with powerful quirks was abducted into their kingdom. It was so powerful, that most people didn’t even realise just how powerful they were. The boy was on his own.”

Eri’s face fell, and Fuuta quickly pushed on.

“But-But then!” he continues. “The lord that could speak with his other versions came to the boy, and told him of a way to escape. In the future, he had tried to bring another version of himself into his world, but the other lord didn’t survive properly, but then he realised the problem was you couldn’t have two versions of a person in the same world. If the boy used the method the lord used – to go to a world where the Villain Kingdom never existed, and he had never existed, he would be just fine, and the Villain Kingdom would never find him.”

“So he could live a happy life!” Eri squeals.

“The boy agrees, and many of his friends agree to join him. And so, they jumped into another world.”

“And lived happily ever after?” Eri asked.

Fuuta smiles. “Hopefully. That part hasn’t been finished yet.”

Eri nods. “It’s a sad story” she says. “Nobody came to help the boy, not even the people he thought he could trust. But I like the ending. It’s a happy one. I like sad stories with happy endings.”

Fuuta grins back. “So do I.”

“Do you think the boy and his friends will get to be happy in the new world?” Eri asks.

At the question, Fuuta looks away, glancing back at his desk and at the heavy book he’d been reading before she came in.

“I don’t know” he admits. “It’s hard to rank happiness. But I want to believe so.”

“Eri!” Aizawa’s voice calls up from the lower floor. “Are you ready to head back?”

The girl’s head jerks in the direction of the door, before looking over at Fuuta apologetically.

“Thank you for the story” she says. “Maybe I can come back and hear it again?”

“Sure” Fuuta promises. “And you can tell me your story too.”

“My story’s not that interesting” Eri mumbles, and Fuuta shakes his head.

“Everyone’s story is interesting” he insists. “And yours is ranked pretty high.”

“Ranked?” Eri repeats, and Fuuta grins.

“I’ll tell you next time.”

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icequeen-shiva · 5 years

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alright, you know what

about two weeks ago maybe by now, i made a post about how i’ve recently hit 200 followers and i’d like to do a q&a again, and even with a reblog from someone more ~*popular*~ than me, and multiple reblogs once a day for a few days by myself, i didn’t get a single fucking question. not one. earlier today i posted two pictures of myself where i felt pretty (i’ve since deleted them) and nobody i actually know of liked it and i got asked by a stranger who doesn’t even follow me if i had any nsfw pictures. i don’t get asks anymore, i don’t get shit. and that tells me that, you may be following me, but you aren’t connecting with me. and i feel that. i get on tumblr and i don’t feel like i’m friends with fucking anybody. and i did that. i know i did that. 9/10 times i let my fear of rejection and embarrassing myself overcome my desire to talk to people, so i don’t do it, or i let it fizzle out and we go our own ways and we don’t become friends. 1/10 times i actually function as a human being and make a connection or at least something that sticks a little.

so here, below the cut, is a comprehensive (loosely) list of things that i like, in no particular order at all, besides tickling, because apparently both sides of this need a little help connecting on any front.

scooby-doo

beetlejuice

the addams family

the sims

the mcu

classic disney animations; my favorites are dumbo, the great mouse detective, the rescuers, sleeping beauty, and oliver and company (it’s old enough that i consider it in the classic category)

~modern disney animations too; my favorites are treasure fucking planet, coco, and... i’m a sap, beauty and the beast. rise of the guardians too even though it isn’t disney.

musicals; i can’t pick a favorite just fucking ask me, but i don’t know a lot of newer ones honestly

empire records

the greatest showman still

cats (i mean the animals but i also like the show even though it is Weird As Hell)

my cat in particular

alice in wonderland

stranger things

space jam

tsum tsums

elvira, mistress of the dark

dice

kiki’s delivery service and specifically jiji things

winnie the pooh i don’t even fucking care i LOVE HIM AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS

silly hats

playdoh

interesting earrings

exploring libraries or big bookstores

true crime mysteries; my favorite youtuber for this is georgia marie, bless her. i also watch bella fiori and kendall rae

fictional mysteries too

i have a kind of fascination with jack the ripper and with the lizzie borden case

shipwrecks! i don’t know why but shipwrecks fascinate me! why did they go down? all the stories that went with them!

i once read a novel that was told as a series of letters, or journal entries, by people on the titanic, including the iceberg and it was THE absolute saddest book i have ever read in my life. like, obviously i knew what was coming, but i got attached to the characters, the letters made them alive and it was just like... NO. NO I DON’T WANT THEM TO DIE. I KNOW THEY’RE GOING TO BUT THEY CAN’T. and it was awful. i had to put it down and cry.

cryptozoology

the bermuda triangle theories (i’m not saying i believe sOmEtHiNg’S gOiNg On but i think some of the theories are interesting)

ghosts

the nancy drew computer games

monopoly

i still play a lot of my snes games; my go-to time killer and head-clearer honestly is kirby’s avalanche. i also play a lot of super mario rpg legend of the seven stars, super mario world, kirby’s dreamland 3, and donkey kong 2 and 3

final fantasy x in which i’m guaranteed to call almost (i can’t stress that enough) every character at some point “my child”

hyrule warriors, i know it’s not a tRuE zelda game but it’s fucking fun

same with fire emblem warriors

red dead redemption

kingdom hearts

the uncharted series

splatoon but i don’t have it wahhhhh

mind you i am not very Good at videogames, i just like to play them anyway

game grumps

ninja sex party

jacksepticeye

markiplier

monty python

crocheting

tea

harry potter

classic rock. pretty big on queen lately. i like tom petty and the heartbreakers. i like joan jett and the blackhearts.

i just... like rock. across the board. i like the offspring. i like some rage against the machine songs. acdc on the radio makes me happy. def leppard on the radio makes me happy. beartooth, starset, powerman 5000, as long as it’s got a good beat and good stuff going on behind the vocals then i’m gonna be happy. i’m way more into the guitars and the bass and everything going on instrumentally than i am vocally, honestly. the whole big guitar solo to van halen’s “you really got me” and then that bassline that comes in, that bassline is sexy. it’s so simple but i LIKE it.

anyway music as a whole gets me right in the heart and can lift me up when i am at my literal worst point

it’s hard for me to name a favorite or specific bands that i like because there’s so many and i’m not really picky about it.

pop vinyls

good ol’ vines

buffalo wings

mac and cheese

grilled cheese

dr. pepper

i drink a l o t of dr. pepper

pretending i know how to do makeup well

history; i watch a lot of expedition unknown and mysteries at the museum, and sometimes i’ll watch a free documentary on youtube if it catches my attention. last weekend i explained the donner party to my boyfriend. just.. on a whim. because i’d just watched a thing on it and he said he didn’t really know what it was. i’m that person.

OH I SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED THIS BACK AROUND TRUE CRIME BUT I READ A BOOK ABOUT H.H. HOLMES AND HIS MURDER CASTLE AND THE CHICAGO WORLD’S FAIR. it was by erik larson, i believe. larsen? i could google this. devil in the white city. there’s been talks to make it a movie. it’s a good read though i will admit i skipped a lot of the fair parts because i was there for the murder.

i also read a book about the lusitania by the same author and i was like ohhh my goooood what. it got a little boring sometimes, i had to push myself to keep going, but i would read dead wake again.

csi: miami reruns are the greatest thing don’t @ me

dark purple and black aesthetics

just like... witchy aesthetics. those colors and black cats

if you haven’t noticed by any selfies i’ve posted, i do have my lip pierced and i love finding new lip jewelry. i have a new opal stud in and i love its look

leather jackets

combat boots; i have a galaxy print pair and a pair with classic marvel comics stuff printed on the inside and you can fold down the sides to show it. they’re my faves.

owls

drunk history

the first 5 seasons of supernatural and i still have a soft spot for the winchesters and castiel

i’m slowly making my way through watching the librarians

i’m also making my way slowly through watching the magicians

(american) football

nature walks

going to the zoo

going to the aquarium

like really take me to either of the above and i will lose my shit

road trips

savannah, georgia

the smokey mountains

last august i drove by myself from ohio to boone, north carolina for a friend’s wedding and that wedding was smack on a mountain top and it was the coolest thing i think i’ve ever done

roller coasters BUT NOT EXTREME ONES baby steps ok

log rides tho, i don’t know why, i always love the water rides

ren faires!

cosplay, even though i’m not exactly active in it myself (but i want to be; one of my offline friends is an actually-getting-kind-of-internet-famous mei from overwatch cosplayer)

cards against humanity

foosball

pool but i suck at it

speaking of pools i love swimming ... but i suck at it, i just like boppin’ along in a pool

cookouts

summer

there is nothing like being out in the middle of nowhere in summer when the evening starts to fall and the sky is dark, dark blue and there’s a sea of shimmering lightning bugs out over a field. it’s beautiful. it’s peaceful.

there’s nothing like sitting outside on a calm spring night and listening to the spring peepers (they’re frogs) either.

if you couldn’t tell, i live in the middle of nowhere. i have to find enjoyment in the little things.

campfires

dancing around said campfire, you cannot have a campfire without good music. this is when a lot of my classic rock education came to pass.

elephants

my favorite books are the abhorsen trilogy by garth nix, tied with the serpent’s shadow by mercedes lackey

i am trying to get into comic books by way of the youtube channel comicstorian. they break comic books down for you and read them aloud with the images, altered slightly to avoid copyright strikes (and that’s all made very clear, it’s not done sketchily), and it’s been really easy for someone like me who doesn’t just have a comics store close (and i would otherwise continue on as i have been, forgetting to ever look for them on the internet). i listened to injustice 1 and 2, and they covered the game. i’m actively following scooby apocalypse, and there was some teen titans stuff i went all the way through up until now. i don’t think it’s finished yet from what i remember.

i love museums

candles

i actually kind of collect tea sets

i also have a collection of sand art bottles AND IF I’M EVER AT A FESTIVAL OR A FAIR WHERE THERE IS A SAND ART STAND YOU CAN BET I AM GOING TO MAKE ONE

yugioh duels; i’m definitely just a novice and it’s just a fun pastime my friends got me into when they found their giant binders of cards again

i’m not actually that big on pokemon, i don’t know a lot of them but it’s still fun and i know some. but i did love pokemon go when my friends still played it (don’t really have time anymore, and it kept crashing way too badly on one of their phones anymore anytime they tried to join a raid and it just wasn’t fun as a group then)

i don’t have any but i like the ~look of crystals and would like to have some, not for my own aesthetic but i just... like having pretty things!

listening to the rain

how the air smells (at least where i live) after a long rain and everything is just cleansed

depression has stopped me from writing for a long time but, in my heart, writing has always been something that has touched me ever since i knew how to do it and could put my stories down on paper instead of having to just talk about them... so i’m going to include that here

root beer floats

hotdogs

hard dip ice cream (if you don’t know what hard dip means... as my boyfriend didn’t... it means ice cream that you have to use a scoop with, not soft serve)

soft serve’s good too tho don’t get me wrong

strawberry milkshakes

this isn’t even stuff that anyone would need to know on this site to befriend me at this point, nobody’s gonna message me like HEY I READ YOU LIKE STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKES ME FUCKING TOO

you’re cool if you do that lmao

so bad they’re good creature features from the 50s and 60s

the old godzilla movies

i like the moon more than the stars, but i like them too

flower crowns

bouncy balls

original skittles

this has gone on way too long, nobody is reading this, your mom’s a hoe, goodnight

no she’s not, i’m sorry, if you got this far then i hope your mom is a nice person

#about me #THERE'S A LONGASS LIST OF THINGS I LIKE IN HERE SO IF YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND THEN THERE'S A PLACE TO START #OK THEN

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