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thetorchwoodarchive · 3 years

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Gwen Focused Stories as Submitted by the Mods and Users of the Torchwood Archive

Everyone! Thank you so much for your submissions! Recs are under the cut!

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Something Beautiful by Cyus (Gen | complete | 4,500 | PG)

After Torchwood, after Jack, Gwen lives her life, even as Jack comes back.

Domestic Disharmony by thirteeninafez (JackIanto, GwenRhys, Gwen&Ianto, Gwen&Jack | complete | 3163 | G)

In which Jack and Gwen get stuck in the Archives and discuss green milk, thermostats and Ianto Jones.

Side Note by Aliciajazmin (Gwen&Ianto | complete | 1027 | T)

A few months after her best friend's funeral, Gwen runs into Rhiannon while grocery shopping. Ianto's sister has some questions and Gwen has some things she needs to say to her.

Inevitability (and other hard truths) by violetmessages (Gwen&Ianto | complete | 1236 | T)

There's a clock ticking down at Torchwood, and Gwen realizes she's the only one who hears it.

All Around Me are Familiar Faces by gwendolyncooper (Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 2602 | G)

Gwen Cooper wakes up in Jack Harkness' bed. Ianto Jones wakes up in Rhys Williams'. And they find themselves in each other's bodies. As close as they are, this might be a level too deep in their friendship.

Blueberry Knees by Violetmessages (Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 3878 | T)

If Ianto thought about it, the way Gwen’s illness progressed was rather like falling asleep. Slowly and surely, but then all at once.

He hadn’t noticed it at first - he still loathed himself for not recognizing that something might be wrong. But he hadn’t, no one had, so it slipped through, like little crumbs falling between the crack of their ancient sofa.

And there was nothing to be done about it.

Power Struggle by Prochytes (GwenTosh, Gen | complete | 1416 | T)

How Gwen ended up in charge by the start of Season Two, based on the premise that one should never assume Jack Harkness is joking.

Bad at Communication by engagemythrusters (JackIanto | complete | 1740 | G)

In which Gwen visits a hospital, where Jack and Ianto, respectively tired and high, are complete idiots.

The Hands on the Clock Keep on Ticking by Violetmessages (Gwen&Ianto | complete | 10235 | M)

They all knew it could happen to anyone. They’d all seen the proof. Even if it happened to a miniscule amount of the population, it was still a possibility.

But they had grown complacent. They had forgotten that they too were also at the mercy of the Rift, that the Rift did not make an exception for those who knew its existence.

They had forgotten until they were faced with it themselves.

In which Gwen and Ianto get sent back to 1969 by the Rift.

Pastries, Avoidance Tactics, and a Bottle of Scotch by pocky_slash (Gwen&Ianto, GwenRhys, JackIanto | 6220 | G)

In which Gwen said something she regrets, Ianto makes a poor dinner choice, Rhys offers sound advice, and Jack has a key. A different sort of "Meat" post-ep.

Children, Daleks and Mopeds: How Gwen Cooper Got Her Groove Back by paycheckgurl (Gwen&Jack, GwenRhys | complete | 9603 | T)

Following a disastrous shopping trip that put her at the center of an explosion, Gwen finds a little alien boy.

Or: The series of events in which Gwen acquired another child, had a much needed conversation with Jack, bought a moped, defeated a Dalek with a boxing glove, and learned that loving yourself and saving the world don’t need to be mutually exclusive.

A coda to Revolution of the Daleks where I explain why Gwen has a son all of a sudden.

I Don’t Know What to Think by aliciajazmin (GwenTosh | complete | 2637 | T)

Gwen and Tosh travel with the Doctor through time and space, taking a break from Torchwood. Gwen decides to bring along her pet rat Owen (not to be confused with Human Owen). Also, Gwen and Tosh are desperately in love with each other.

Lost Inside by Xennon (Gen | complete | 36,642 | T)

The team go in search of some smugglers.

A Vision Too Removed to Mention by Pocky_Slash (Gwen&Ianto | complete | 13920 | T)

In which Ianto is stuck in a time loop that feels more like hell.

Club Wales by Pocky_Slash (Gwen&Ianto | Series | 69,530 | G-T)

In the wake of Jack's disappearance, Gwen finds comfort in a new friendship with Ianto. Gossip, bonding, and other hijinks of understanding ensue.

To the Waters and the Wilds by Violetmessages (GwenTosh, JackIanto | complete | 13190 | T)

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Tosh whirled around. She’d thought she was alone, she’d expected it.

Then she locked eyes with the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, a woman who seemed to radiate an ethereal glow, a woman that emanated an otherworldly light.

Cold Pizza by Eberesche (GwenRhys, Gwen&Ianto | complete | 4767 | T)

With Jack missing and the Rift running the team ragged, Gwen's plans for a single night in are foiled.

Safe by DinoDina (GwenToshRhys, GwenRhys | complete | 1191 | G)

After the cannibals, Gwen doesn't go home with Owen. She rides back to Cardiff — back to Rhys — in an ambulance with Tosh.

Dead on Arrival by violetmessages (JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 13582 | M)

Ianto Jones wakes up. The only problem is, he's certain he was dead.

You Won’t Be Seeing Us Today (You Won’t Be Seeing Us in Hell) by Beleriandings (GwenRhys, JackIanto, Gwen&Ianto | complete | 11141 | T)

One day, Syriath took Gwen's voice. She should have realised Gwen wouldn't stand for that.

Girly Night In by Mathemagician (GwenTosh | complete | 1088 | T)

The girls and Ianto have a night in. Gwen figures something out about herself.

For the Torchwood Femslash Fest prompt "Sexual Identity"

This Earth is Empty Without You (But the Grave is Not) by violetmessages (Gwen&Ianto, GwenRhys, JackIanto | complete | 1036 | G)

Ianto Jones' funeral happens on a perfectly sunny day. Gwen hates every minute of it.

In a Polaroid Picture by innocent_until_proven_geeky (GwenTosh, GwenRhys, Gwen&Jack | complete | 2176 | G)

Gwen finds a photo of her and Tosh, and remembers.

Exit Protocol by Beleriandings (GwenTosh | complete | 6139 | G)

Not long after the deaths of Tosh and Owen, Gwen gets a message from an unnamed user on the Hub system. That really shouldn't happen. And yet, there it is.

To the Sticking Place by zephyras (JackIanto, GwenRhys, OwenTosh, MarthaMickey | complete | 96433 | M)

The end justifies the means. Failure is not an option. There is always a choice, except when there isn't. These are the phrases Ianto Jones lives by and he refuses to allow anyone, even Captain Jack Harkness, to change that. Jack/Ianto, AU, Torchwood One Agent!Ianto.

These Happy Days by Violetmessages (GwenRhys, JackIanto, Gwen&Ianto, GwenJackIantoRhys | series | 16,777 | G-T)

A series of non-chronological stories in which Ianto miraculously survives CoE in some fashion and Torchwood Three (plus Rhys and Anwen) settle down near the seaside.

Piece it Together by Beleriandings (JackIato, Gwen&Ianto | complete | 3442 | T)

Gwen realises that for all they talk, she's never asked Ianto about how he and Jack got together before. The answer is a lot more complicated than she was expecting.

Respite by Beleriandings (Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 2590 | G)

Even by their usual standards, Gwen thought it was absolutely fair to say it had been a rough week.

Dancing in the Midnight Garden by Fionn_sgeul (Gen | complete | 17660 | G)

In which Gwyneth the Maid and Gwen Cooper are the same person, Jack meets someone else whose life was completely turned around by the Doctor, and Torchwood is invaded by garden gnomes

Don’t You Know For Years You’ve Haunted Me by Virtualsilver (GwenRhys, JackIanto | complete | 12083 | T)

Gwen has inherited a recessive trait that has lurked in her ancestors' blood for generations: she is prescient. She can see flashes of where the timeline is heading and can feel when something - or someone - changes it.

She tries to use her foreknowledge to change events for the better, but securing the outcome of her interventions proves to be a challenge.

He Really Loves That Coat by DracoPendragon (JackIanto | complete | 585 | G)

It was quiet when Gwen entered the Hub that Monday morning. And the sight that greeted her was not one she’d expected, but wasn't one she minded seeing.

Sink Your Feet into the Mud (and I’ll Return) by violetmessages (Gwen&Ianto, GwenRhys, JackIanto | complete | 3404 | G)

What if she could bring Ianto back?

It’s a dangerous idea. It’s got the potential to be catastrophic. But Gwen is all out of options. She’s surrounded by the graves of the people she loves, abandoned, save for her husband, and she refuses to let her best friend go without a fight.

Painted in the Sand (To be Washed Away) by moonlightrhosyn (Gwen&Ianto, GwenRhys | complete | 1992 | T)

Gwen could still see their bodies every time she closed her eyes.

This is Me Trying by gwendolyncooper (GwenRhys, Gwen&Tosh, GwenOwen | WIP | 2524 | T)

“Sometimes you do stupid things to try and cope, to get a sense of normalcy, to make all this chaos and the Rift and space and aliens and the things we see make sense. Stupid, horrible things that should never have happened, and they come back ‘round to bite you again, and--” “What happened, Gwen?” Tosh’s prodding is soft and careful, but it speaks the glaring truth they both know - Gwen is stalling, talking around the issue at hand. Verdant eyes flash upwards with a startling intensity now, wide and filling with unshed tears again, the special agent’s plush lips pressed into a trembling line as she attempts to retain a semblance of control over her emotions. “I told Rhys about Owen.”

Fourty-Eight Hour Stand-Down by pocky_slash (JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 2740 | G)

"You and Ianto had a domestic," Gwen guesses. Jack scowls at her. In which Jack is kicked out, Gwen just wants a night off, Rhys buys milk, and Ianto clears table space.

Ret-comp (Retroactive Compensation) by reiley (LisaIanto | complete | 499 | T)

The phone. The one that could call any place or any time in the whole universe. The one Jack had locked away and warned them all that it was never to be used.

Any Other Day by Amand_R (JackIanto, JackGwen, GwenRhys | complete | 84055 | complete| NR)

Hey, this one time? At Torchwood? Gwen and Jack switched bodies and everything went pear-shaped.

Space Tripping (in spaaaaace!) by Princessoftheworlds (JackIanto, IantoOther, GwenRhys, Gwen&Ianto | complete | 5115 |T)

Gwen and Ianto road trip across space - space trip, get high, shop, have a light existential crisis, face grief, and get massages - not all necessarily in that order.

Empty Chairs by princessoftheworlds (Gwen&Ianto | complete | 412 | G)

Gwen tends to Ianto's wound.

Forever, And What Comes After by Violetmessages (JackIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 10028 | T)

“Hm, imagine if they did,” Ianto said. “Torchwood would have to come out of retirement.”

In which Gwen and Ianto relax at a spa, Jack and Rhys attempt bad science, and Anwen is just along for the ride.

One In The Same by Violetmessages (Gwen&Ianto, GwenRhys | Complete | 1638 | T)

Ianto, Gwen thinks. Her best friend would never turn her away, and maybe she can sleep on his couch for the night. Perhaps by the morning she’ll be okay again.

Wastin’ Away In Margaritaville by Paycheckgurl (Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys, Gwen&Jack | Complete | 1419 | T)

Jack’s bad coping mechanism is agreeing to be a surrogate for an alien spawn baby. Gwen’s is at the bottom of a bottle.

Big Finish: Expectant from Gwen’s POV

#event:gwen party #character:gwen cooper #mod:nik #chartrope:bamf gwen

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lukneetoonz · 4 years

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LITTLE GODDESS PART I

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Summary: As a newer goddess you think back on how you got to where you are; in the throne room sitting next to your husband, the god of the dead.

Pairing: Hades!Aizawa x fem!reader, DadNyx!Izuku x fem!reader platonic, MomSelene!Uraraka x reader platonic.

Warnings: If you know Greek mythology I did some s*x references kinda, talks about getting pregnant, animals in distress slightly, mentions of skeletons and ghosts, arguing with parents, and a whole lotta fluff…

Word Count: 1,878

A/N: First official chapter! I wanted to give some background first before we jumped right into the ship making with aizawa himself! Please respect that I used Uraraka and Izuku for a ship, there will be other ships in here too but that doesn’t mean I disrespect anyone’s ships! I just used it for the fic! If you have any questions about the fic ask box is open = ) Happy Sunday 💓

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To begin the story you have to go back to the beginning of how it started, how the little goddess of monsters became even a thought. Y/N was the daughter, Nyx, also known as Izuku, and Selene, who goes by Uraraka. Now the mortals always come up with their stories and names for the gods that they worship. Of course everyone that the God of the night was a female and nicknamed him Nyx, even his statues had a women’s figure making him widely teased by the other gods. His wife on the other hand, found it endearing. She thought he must have been kind hearted if thought as a female since all the other gods always make themselves… known... Uraraka loved Izuku as soon as she met him, they went together like peanut butter and jelly. She’s his moon, and he’s her everlasting night, and she loves the night. For years they worked together, Izuku holding Uraraka as they made beautiful night skies that took mortals and even gods, breathes away. Together they watched olympus and the mortal world grow, yet the time came when Uraraka grew sad and began hiding the moon away from the mortals and gods. Of course, this worried her lover who noticed every little about her, after another moonless night he entered their beautiful cabin, going straight to their shared room

“Darling what’s wrong? Without your moon and stars, my darkness has been nothing.” Izuku brushed her brown hair back, making her sigh and meet his eyes “I went and visited our friend Shoto, and of course his mother rei was there…. I just- got jealous… Izu- She has 4 children! All of which admire her, and I have none…” Her voice mimicked a whispered as her hands rested on her flat and childless womb, a silver tear falling down her cheek “I want a child Izuku… a child with you.”

The loving god felt his breath hitch in his throat, thoughts racing through his mind before he started laughing, his cheeks turning rosy and eyes wrinkling before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her “We will go tomorrow to Queen Rei and get blessed by the goddess of birth herself! Of course I want a child, you should have told me sooner!” He laughed out, picking the small girl up and spinning her around “I promise that you will have a child in your arms soon.” Izuku rested his forehead on Uraraka’s as she smiled with now happy tears running down her chubby cheeks, automatically squeezing her husband into a tight hug

“I love you- I love you so much…” Uraraka cried out, kissing all over Izuku’s face “I love you too…”

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Uraraka leaned on izuku's shoulder, both of them watching their sleeping newborn. A smile danced on (y/sc) face as you subconsciously gripped onto Izuku’s finger. “Izu… she’s so small… are little goddesses supposed to be this small?” The new father laughed, his eyes never leaving his daughter “Our little goddess of creatures of the night may be small, but she's going to have a ferocious bite for anyone who tries to challenge her. I can tell.”

Stirring lightly, you made a tiny sound making both of them in high alert, Izuku looking around and Uraraka clutching you to her chest “False alarm… she just- made the sound?” Izuku questioned, as he stared at Y/N “Babies are-” Uraraka cut Izuku off and nodded “Unusual, but we will work it out! Especially if we go to Queen Rei and Nemuri, I mean Nemuri does have a lot of children” Uraraka started thinking, wondering if maybe she could take baby classes for baby goddesses

Lost in her thoughts she was slightly startled by the hands placed on her shoulders and she immediately looked up at her smiling husband “We will figure this out together… let’s go to bed for now, because I’ve heard that she won’t stay asleep for long” Nodding, Uraraka moved so the small newborn rested peacefully in her starry night decorated cradle that was placed next to the couples bed. “Goodnight My little star…” Y/N mother whispered to her before getting into bed herself, instantly being wrapped into Izuku’s warmth.

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5 Years Old

You may have been young, but your powers were strong. At just 5 years old you were bringing frog/bat hybrids to your parents that should have never been able to exist. Today was no different as you hopped along in the forest made to your parents liking, you stumbled upon an injured owl that reminded you of Fuyumi, a woman who has been teaching you since she was trusted by your parents. Apparently she blessed you at birth so you grew wise yourself and caught on fast to the lessons you were taught. So when you saw the owl, you knew you couldn’t possibly let it suffer all alone “What happened Mr owl? Did someone do this to you? You can tell me! My father said that he will take care of any mean people!”

Sadly, even with all that knowledge your imagination still ran wild, as the bird could not communicate with you… yet. The owl just tilted its head at you making out a broken coo, before its head turned around and spotted a raccoon. With a bright idea you ran and caught the raccoon, which really wasn’t hard since the animals loved you, and brought it over to the owl. “Don’t worry, it’s gonna be worth it in the end!”

You placed your hands on both animals, eyes turning purple as the wind picked up and purple rays swirled around the animals. Panicking, the raccoon and owl made sounds of alert since they didn’t understand what was going on as they floated in the air, but it ended soon when you caught your new little hybrid in your arms “EEK! You’re so cute!! I think I’m gonna keep you… only if momma and father say I can” Your lip pouted slightly as you huffed but nonetheless started running home, wanting to show your parents what you made

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10 Years Old

“Why do I have to go away with Aunty Momo?! It’s not fair momma!” You cried as you stomped your foot, growing older only meant your powers growing stronger. Since it was a lot like what Demeter could do, your parents were sending you to the mortal realm so you could see how she works with her power and strength “Y/N, this isn’t about sending you away… it’s about making sure you won’t get hurt if you lose control. Know that we are doing this for your own good!” Izuku tried reasoning with you but your doe (e/c) that were filled with tears pained him

“Am I dangerous?” A small whimper left your lips as the question left your parents speechless, Uraraka standing up and tackling you in her embrace “No! You’re not dangerous my little star! A lot of children like you had to learn to control their power, me and your father also had to learn to control our powers! But- we just aren’t the right ones to teach you…” As the sentence went on, your mother's words went to a mumble and your father put a hand on her shoulder and one on your head as he kissed both of your heads

“We love you so much… you are the best thing we ever created. Remember that” Izuku whispered, only getting a silent nod in return

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15 Years Old

It had been 5 years since you were sent to the mortal realm. 5 years and you realize now what your parents meant before sending you off. You couldn’t wait to get home. There was still time to go to school and study a bit more before officially doing your Olympian duties, so of course you wanted to take advantage of that. Running up to the familiar house you didn’t even get the chance to reach the door before two familiar faces came running out and tackling you in a hug “Mamma! Father! I’m sorry for before and throwing such a fit… I realize now- and- I love you guys… I’m so sorry I treated you like I did.” You sobbed out your apology before they could even speak, gripping onto them like you would leave again

“You were still a child Y/N…. you have nothing to be sorry for. You’re here now and you’ve grown so much!” Izuku had tears streaming down his face as he cupped your own “Just look at you! I’m gonna have to fight Enji so he doesn’t marry you off to any of his sons.” *He sniffled, making you chuckle* “I promise that won’t happen father” Your response only made the poor man cry more, making your mother step in

“My not so little anymore star… your father's right, you’re going to be the hottest thing next to Nemuri. Since we all know, no one will ever dare top the goddess of beauty herself.” Uraraka’s statement made you blush as you looked away “Mamma! Don’t say such things, she’s also the goddess of love, remember? I would like to have something like you and father have one day, and I’ll need her help so I can’t have her hating me!” The moon goddess just laughed at your statement patting your cheek “Don’t fear us old ones okay? It’s you newcomers that should be feared”

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20 Years Old

“Do you have your papers?” You nod in confirmation as you watch your father scatter about, making sure that everything is perfect for your first day in the underworld, aka your first time meeting hades “Y/N where is the gift-” Izuku was cut off by you holding said gift in front of his face “Father, don’t worry… how bad can one meeting turn out?”

Honestly, you were more than ready to get started on your duties as a goddess, more importantly, you were more than ready to get started working in the underworld. Sure the place had skeletons and ghosts, but it didn’t have true monsters, that’s where you come in. Smiling, you looked down at the small three headed cat and cooed “You’ll be good to the king won’t you? I almost don’t want to give you up… such a beautiful creature” You sighed as said cat purred against your hand “Y/N! C'mon we have to go!!” Groaning as you heard your father's panicked voice you got up and met him “Well let’s go old man, what are you waiting for?”

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #404

“death doesn’t answer when i cried for help”

The person you had the strongest feelings for dies, do you care? I'd be fucking devastated. It wouldn't feel real. Is there something you’re happy about at the moment? A few things. I'm still on that high of my APAP mask working, like I'm actually getting some fucking quality sleep, and I think I'm noticing the effects of my TMS therapy finally, too. My PTSD has most notably been much more bearable, and my interests are beginning to spread again. Do you want someone dead? No. Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? I mean yeah, I think that's pretty normal, even for someone without my issues. Have you ever fed or taken care of a stray animal? Oh, many times. What is something you tend to worry about? My health and future. What is something you do that is unhealthy? Sit at the computer for way too long. I'm absolutely certain my vision is as poor as it is partially because of me endlessly staring at screens. What is something you do that is good for you? I'm not afraid to prioritize my mental health. What last caused you to force a smile? I was watching a Mark video for the first time in a while and was just reminded of how much I love and appreciate that moron. What was the last video game you played? Was it fun? Because you said "video" game, I guess I'll exclude computer ones, in which case I'm pretty sure it was Silent Hill 2. Given it's one of my all-time favorite games, of course I think it's fun. It's one hell of an emotional ride. What is something not many people know about you? The fact I was a dancer for many years would probably surprise people once they have a good idea of me and what I like. What word describes your basic style? Lazy, honestly. I dress for comfort, and given that's usually just pj pants and a tank top... yeah, I don't put much effort into my clothing when I'm going most places. Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? She kinda beat around the bush, but yes. Have you ever wanted to kill yourself? On more than one occasion. If yes, what convinced you not to go through with it? Well, I did OD once, but on the other occasions, it was the fear of the unknown that deterred me. Have you ever rejected a guy, only to have him push the issue by asking “why?” and insisting that you just need to get to know him better? Omg no, thank god. I would NOT handle that well. Is there something that you believe everyone should do and you can’t believe that some people don’t do it (e.g., recycle or go to the dentist regularly)? I didn't know 'til a survey question asked it that there are people who don't brush their tongue when brushing their teeth. Like holy shit dude, there are SO many germs on your tongue, clean that shit. Regarding the last good choice (healthy choice, kind choice, selfless choice, etc.) you made, what was your real motivation behind it? Ummmm the nearest that comes to mind is I guess taking my meds? I mean I do that every single day, but it's still a healthy choice for me. The motivation was because I am very serious about doing what I can for my mental wellbeing. What is something that you have had to practice at to get the hang of it? If you can’t think of anything, that’s okay, what’s something you are currently practicing at and trying to master? I really can't think of something for the first half of the question, but I can tell you that right now I'm attempting to force a routine of applying a therapy technique called "opposite action" into my daily life, where you, well, do the exact opposite of what your depression tells you to not do. It is WAY harder than it sounds, but I'm doing it with reading 30 minutes a day! Have you ever gone to the store to buy something, like a video game, when it came out at midnight? Not to my recollection, no. Regarding the last novel you read, was there a romance included? If so, was it central to the plot? The last novel I finished, yes. It wasn't central to the plot. Have you ever done relaxation meditations or listened to relaxation guides or positive-thinking/healing recordings? No, except in therapy when different therapists wanted me to experiment with it during a session. They just don't work for me. Do you have any interests that are also often shared by children? Yeah. Those are the one I'm especially self-conscious about. there something that could be a solitary activity but you really only like to do it with other people (e.g., watching movies, playing video games, etc.)? Watching movies or TV. Are you satisfied with the interior design or decoration in your home? Or do you think it needs a total home makeover? A makeover would be nice... Is there something that you’d like to own but you can’t find it anywhere? If not, can you a remember a time when you wanted something? Did you ever end up finding it or did you eventually stop wanting it? OKAY SO I actually have seen this custom-made once long after deciding I wanted it, but it was RIDICULOUSLY expensive. There's a location in the Silent Hill games called Heaven's Night, and I'd love love LOVE to commission someone to duplicate the neon pink sign of it to hang in my room. Hopefully one day I could still do it. Who makes you smile the most? Probably my cat, honestly. What piercings do you want/have? I've talked about the piercings I have, but I'll talk about those I want. My #1 is absolutely collarbone dermals, but as I've explained a billion times, I want to lose weight so the bones are more prominent for the sake of contrast; you can't really see my collarbones now, so I just think it'd look pretty dumb and random to just have random piercings somewhere around there with no dimension. I also want way more in my ears, dermals in my back dimples also once I've lost weight, my right nostril for the dozenth time (but this time I'll wear a hoop), and while I'd absolutely adore an undereye microdermal as well, it'd be pointless with glasses. :/ What's your favorite website? KM is my pride and joy and really feels like my online home, so despite using sites like YouTube more, that 'ole RP site has to be my fave. Do you own a fish tank with fish? No. I had fish bowls (AWFUL idea) as a kid, but never tanks Do you like the movie 300? Never seen it. Do you pop your knuckles? NOOOOOOOOOOO. I absolutely hate the sound. It makes me cringe and shiver. Do you have Photoshop? Yes. It comes in the Adobe CC photography bundle I have. Do you use tinypic or photobucket? I used Photobucket back in the day. Now I just upload to imgur. What’s your favourite song from the 1980s? You're talking to someone who adores classic rock/metal, haha. How about the 1990s? There are way too many songs to choose from. Have you won anything recently? No. How often do you make Excel tables? What for? Never. What was the last baby animal you saw in the wild? There was a poor fawn as roadkill on the highway recently. :/ Are you always available or online? Preeeetty much. Do you have dietary restrictions? Or do you just eat what you like? I can eat whatever. Do you prefer gold, silver or steel jewelry? Or no jewelry at all? Steel. I'm allergic to silver, and I think steel is more subtle than gold. Have you been binge-watching any shows lately? If so, what? No. If you dye your hair, do you do it yourself or go to a salon? I do it at a salon. If you have any, do you like your in-laws? I don’t have any. Would it bother you, if your partner had cut contact with their parents? If they had a good reason, no. Have you ever wondered whether you were adopted? As a kid I did because I thought Mom was meaner to me than my siblings, lol. What’s the best physical feeling in the entire universe? ........... This question is a setup lmfao. Have you ever grown a berry bush? No. Have you done something new to your hair recently? No. It's been the same for quite a while. I wanna dye it badly. Do you have bad anxiety? If so, do you take any kind of medication for it? I'm diagnosed with generalized and social anxiety, so yeah. I take Klonopin once and day and Ativan as needed for attacks. One thing you’ve experienced that you thought you never would have? HA, the first thing to come to mind was being noticed by Mark by making a viral (in the community, anyway) gif of he and his doggy. I shit you not, I couldn't sleep for three days lmfao. What was the last thing someone said to you that kept repeating over & over in your head? That I gained fucking seven pounds in two months at my last doctor appointment. I wanted to scream. How often do you have late nights out? Never. I'm a homebody. If you could, would you work from home? Do you think that would make you more or less productive? No. It would absolutely make me less productive. If you had the ability to change the weather, what would you change it to right now? Cool with a nice breeze, mostly clear skies, crisp air... That'd be nice right now. Is there something that you really need to do, but can’t seem to get motivated to do it? I say it all the time: finish decorating my room. It's funny, because I KNOW I'll feel more at home and cozy with my bedroom more personalized. Most disturbing movie you have ever seen? Paranormal Entity. The ending was... a lot. Has a life goal or dream ever come true for you yet? If yes, what is it? If no, do you think you’ll achieve it? Not that I can think of. .-. I hope I can achieve some... Have you ever had food poisoning? No, thank God. What are you listening to? "The Man Who Made a Monster" by Dance With the Dead. Do you think there will be a WWIII? I find it inevitable at some point down humanity's future. People are too hateful for it not to eventually. Has anyone ever asked you if you were emo? Yeah. Has someone ever liked you that you never thought would? Maybe? Idk. In all honesty, can a person be too nice? Yes, in some instances. Has one of your friend’s boyfriends ever tried to cheat on them with you? Yes, when I was around 12. And I let it happen. It's one of my biggest regrets. Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse? Of course it is. Emotional abuse can cut just as deep as some physical blows, or even deeper. Do you shop at Sephora for make-up? No. Zelda: Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? I'm actually not into TLoZ. Do you own a rosary? I did as a kid growing up in a Catholic Sunday school. If you were homeless, how would you cope? If I had no loved ones in my life and no sign of things getting better, I'm honestly preeetty sure I'd end my life.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''under the graveyard'' by ozzy osbourne

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Favorite Reads of 2020

In this year of slowness, thank god for books to make the world a little larger again. I read several classics for the first time—Shelley’s Frankenstein and Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring and Bernadette Mayer’s Midwinter Day—all of which felt important to return to the source material, to see how these books shaped those that came after them. And I delved into new books from favorite authors whose words I will always seek out—like Kelly Schirmann’s The New World and Heather Christle’s The Crying Book—and I branched out into mystery and romance books because they kept pages turning and tidied everything up so neatly at the end, which if not my usual fare, was sorely needed in this strange year. But since I do love a list, here are the books that sung to me / inspired me / shaped me:

1. Exquisitely told and inventive in form, Women Talking by Miriam Toews centers on a group of Mennonite women in South America who discover they're being drugged and raped during the night by the men in their community. While the men are away, the women meet to decide whether they will stay and forgive their attackers, as their community’s religious leaders ask them to, or leave the colony and start anew. Their conversation over the course of two days questions the role of women, what freedom and forgiveness really mean, how to fulfill one’s calling as a woman, mother, and believer, whether one must choose one thing over another, and whether staying or leaving carries the greater risk. It’s a thoughtful and creative approach to hard questions and the complicated reasons why there’s never a right answer.

2. Ilya Kaminsky's collection, Dancing in Odessa, was one of the first books of contemporary poetry I ever read, lent to me by a friend in college, and I remember being stunned at what poetry could be and do. Deaf Republic stuns in the same way. The poems are incredibly cinematic, telling the story of an occupied town and its people and a couple who fall in love. When a young, deaf boy is shot by the soldiers, the entire town pretends deafness in rebellion, finding excuses to not understand the soldiers. They bear witness to the boy’s death and honor his life. Though a fictional town, the call to political action, to really see those who are being oppressed and stand for justice with them, is resonant for any time and place. Plus, Ilya writes the most beautiful love poems.

3. Another cinematically-inclined poetry book is GennaRose Nethercott’s The Lumberjack’s Dove. In this long poem/myth/fable, a lumberjack accidentally cuts off his hand, which turns into a dove, and then a story parts ways. The lumberjack is not just a lumberjack and the hand-turned-dove is not just a hand-turned-dove, and the story visits both an operating room and a witch, and the story, of course, is one you've heard before and one that brings surprise and wonder to the telling. I simply adored it.

"Living creatures believe they own something as soon as they love it. They refuse to believe otherwise, no matter how many times a beloved vanishes."

4. I fell in love—hard—with The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller and her exquisite, queer love story between Achilles and Patroclus. Miller’s writing is wonderful and after reading her novel Circe as well—another fantastic retelling of Greek myths—I spent the remainder of the year searching for a novel that compared.

5. Some books meet you in the right moment. The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating by Elisabeth Tova Bailey is a slow and attentive book on small things, which in 2020’s period of waiting and uprootedness was a gift. Due to chronic illness, Bailey finds herself confined to a bed with little to do. Her friend brings her a potted plant and a snail whose pace of life, matching her own, becomes a comfort and lessons her loneliness. As she watches, she learns intimately the snail's eating and sleeping habits, its daily adventures, and the conditions it best thrives in. Later she delves into the literature and science of gastropods and weaves her notes in with her own observations and stories of the snail. Her writing is light and funny and holds such tenderness for this very small creature.

"In the History of Animals, Aristotle noted that snail teeth are 'sharp, and small, and delicate.' My snail possessed around 2,640 teeth, so I'd add the word plentiful to Aristotle's description....With only thirty-two adult teeth, which had to last the rest of my life, I found myself experiencing tooth envy toward my gastropod companion. It seemed far more sensible to belong to a species that had evolved natural tooth replacement than to belong to one that had developed the dental profession. Nonetheless, dental appointments were one of my favorite adventures, as I could count on being recumbent. I could see myself settling into the dental chair, opening my mouth for my dentist, and surprising him with a human-sized radula."

6. Insecurity System by Sara Wainscott was one of my favorite books published in 2020. The poems in it make up four crowns—a series of sonnets in which the last line of each poem becomes the first line (or an echo of it) of the next. The playfulness of the form as well as the topics give the book an energy: Sara muses on time travel, levitation, memory, flowers ("people who read poems know a rose / is how the poet drags in genitalia"), motherhood, Mars, and mythical transformations (children tell their mothers they have turned to seals “and it is true”). Sara is funny and wry, and yet she also captures some difficult emotions of grief and depression, a struggle with complacency amid daily obligations “Sentences become drawn out affairs / but I am doing what I can / to answer one word each day.” The poems move from the mundane to a hard feeling and then onward to wonder and a bit of the fantastical, which I guess is just how life goes—I love how these emotions are all rolled together and always shifting.

7. Asiya Wadud’s powerful long poem Syncope is one I’ve returned to often throughout the year. She tells the story of 72 refugees who fled Tripoli in an inflatable boat in 2011 and were stranded for 14 days, despite the presence of 38 maritime vessels who could have rescued them, but didn’t. Instead, only 11 passengers survived. Syncope is both an indictment against those who did not act and a eulogy for the dead, returning humanity to people who were deemed not worth saving but who were “luminous in that / we were each born under the / fabled light of some star.”

“We began as 72 ascendants by that I mean we were a collective many each bound for greatness merely in the fact that we were each still living”

8. Eula Biss’s Having and Being Had is a thoughtful and exploratory conversation about capitalism and its effects on what we do and how we think. In a series of short vignettes, Eula picks apart what consumption, work, accounting, and investment mean on a personal and everyday level (albeit a white, middle class level). Who defines value among boys trading Pokemon cards and how did Monopoly's origins in economic injustice shift to pride in bankrupting players and if one of Eula's favorite things about being a new house owner is easy access to a laundry machine, is her house merely a $400,000 container for one washer and dryer? Her essays bounce from work that is valued, unseen or shamed; the perceptions and realities of being poor or rich; our approach to gift-giving and art-making and pleasure—weaving together research, observations, and conversations with friends.

9. In Grief Sequence, poet Prageeta Sharma’s grieves the loss of her husband in a kind of journal, tracing the memories of his diagnosis, the hard and normal days, the days before diagnosis, and the days after he is gone during which she tries to make sense of her new reality: “How gauche it is to be in this body being unseen by you now,” she writes. “You are not you anymore and I am trying to understand how a human with feelings has disappeared.” Her writing is excellent but it is hard to sit with and next to her pain, and it makes me wonder: when does one read such a book? When you’ve also lost a beloved to cancer? To be in conversation with someone who has, with Prageeta? Do you read for the sake of the living or to honor a body who was once here? Prageeta writes, “Poetry and grief are the same: you are taught to care about it when it happens to you.” I don’t know who to recommend this book to, but it spoke to me, and I’m glad she wrote it, as a monument, of sorts, to a specific togetherness and to a person.

10. The Lives of the Monster Dogs by Kirsten Bakis is a strange and sweet book about a race of genetically-engineered dogs, created initially to be soldiers, who move to New York in the ‘90s while still holding onto the customs and dress of nineteenth-century Prussia, which is to say: I don't know if I ever would have picked this book up had a friend not recommended it. Told through news clippings, letters, journal entries, an opera(!), and the first-person account of a human who befriends them, their story has echoes of Frankenstein as the monster dogs reflect on their creator and what it is to be human, to have purpose and hope, to wrestle with a clouded past and an uncertain future. "It's a terrible thing to be a dog and know it," writes one monster dog scholar after some of the dogs begin to revert back to their primal state. I loved the varied forms, the piecing together of the dog’s history, and the surreal mark they left in the book’s world and my world.

For more books throughout the year, follow along on Instagram at book.wreck.

#books #2020books #endofyearlists #favorite books

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DMC x Pokemon AU - Which pokemon they would choose

So an idea appeared out of nowhere in my head: If Pokemon somehow existed in the DMC universe and pokemon training and battles were officially a thing too, which pokemon would the crew choose as their companions?

For these headcanons, I will give each character two kinds of pokemon: the first one will be a pokemon they would totally choose as a friend and partner for adventure as well as competitive battles, and the other will be one they would keep at their side mostly as a cute or silly companion, whether it’s a baby pokemon or a fully evolved one, it’s one they are really fond of and always look after.

So let’s get started! More bellow the cut because it’s a really long post.

Dante

Ideal partner: Houndoom

He considers Houndoom’s general appearance as cool and badass, of course he would love having a literal hellhound in his team.

If you think about it, they share lots of similarities: The same color palette, the devil motif, the fact that Dante has horns too when in DT or SDT form… it’s as if this pokemon was made with him in mind.

Dante found him when he was a little puppy Houndour. The poor thing was all alone in an alley near his shop and seeing him crying out made his heart ache.

So he brought the little one back home and nursed him. Now he’s a powerful Houndoom who loves nothing more than to fight alongside his trainer. There’s nothing that can stop those too when together.

Silly companion: Alcremie

Obviously.

One reason only: Infinite strawberry sundaes.

That’s it.

Would totally have an entire team made of Alcremies. He wouldn’t even battle or anything. He just wants to enjoy his lifetime supply of strawberry sundaes.

Vergil

Ideal partner: Aegislash

Vergil is a man of the sword, so it’s clear he would choose an Aegislash as his partner.

The first time he spotted this particular Honedge, he knew. He could see the great power dormant in them, so it was a matter of awakening said potential.

He trained them vigorously, making them evolve into a Doublade, and finally, into an Aegislash. To this day, not a single pokemon has managed to defeat them, the only exception being Dante and his Houndoom.

That won’t stop them though. They are both too prideful in their quest for strength and power.

Silly companion: Snom

Yeaaah, this is a weird one. Snom is such a cute baby, maybe this adorableness can melt Vergil’s heart?

It was Dante who gifted his twin a Snom. To quote him: “You’re too grumpy. Maybe this cute little guy can help you ease some of that grumpiness away.”

Wherever he goes, the little baby follows behind. Vergil will never admit this out loud but he does smile at the peaceful sensation his silly friend gives him.

Also imagine him trying to pronounce their name in that nasal voice of his. SHnom.

Ideal partner: Corviknight, Umbreon and Dusknoir

It was a tie between these pokemon since they represent V’s three demon familiars: Griffon, Shadow and Nightmare respectively.

Corviknight may have a playful personality, but during battles he’s dead serious. He’s down right merciless and enjoys tearing apart his foes.

Umbreon is as calm as a housecat, but beware! She is a fierce one and won’t think twice to attack those who step out of line. Even more ruthless than Corviknight.

Dusknoir is as mysterious as the man himself, but V still trusts them and lets them do pretty much their own thing. Despite V never giving them orders, it almost looks as if Dusknoir can understand his thoughts telepathically. No one is sure how the hell he does it though. Quite a mystery indeed.

Silly companion: Mr Rime

Both wear a coat. Both carry a cane. Both love to tap dance. See what I’m getting at?

The first time V spotted a Mr Rime and witnessed their comical moves, he couldn’t help but laugh in endearment.

You will often find them enjoying a nice cup of tea together. They may speak different languages, but somehow they understand each other so perfectly.

When feeling in a dance mood, he and Mr Rime will dance together in perfect harmony and sync. Singin’ in the Rain is their favorite musical btw.

Nero

Ideal partner: Toxtricity

It only made sense to grant our punk boy Nero a punk pokemon like Toxtricity.

Both share an explosive and energetic personality, as well as an identical inclination towards rock and metal music. They especially love taunting their foes by doing an air guitar together.

The way these two fight is absolutely brutal. Do not anger them, you cannot defeat them.

However, despite their looks like they could kill you, they are actually sweet cinnamon rolls in front of the right ones. Pet them, they are good bois after all.

Silly companion: Mankey

Two grumpy bois grumpying around. Don’t talk to them, they are angy.

Kyrie often teases them with how identical they are. They literally share the exact same expression when angry.

Nero says it’s not funny. It is.

Little Mankey only calms down when given pets and cuddles. “Just like you Nero!” she teases again.

Trish

Ideal partner: Luxray

Step aside everyone. Two bewitching and electrifying devils are coming through.

Trish was new to the world when one day she encountered a Shinx, except their fur was yellow? Wasn’t the fur supposed to be blue??

She took them to Dante and Lady for an explanation. Their eyes widened in complete awe. “Trish… it’s a shiny. You found a shiny!” “…Oh.”

Now the two are an inseparable and lethal duo. Many have made the mistake of challenging them, only to end up battered and humiliated.

Silly companion: Yamper

Just look at this good boi.

A cute pupper? AND with electrical powers?! Trish is so in!

You bet she spoils her Yamper rotten. She particularly adores baby-talking her lovely companion to no end.

“Have you seen my puppy? He’s not lost or anything, I just wanted to show you how awesome he is” Yep. She did this at one point or another.

Lady

Ideal partner: Inteleon

A couple of ‘Walking Arsenals’ indeed. Ready to take on any challenge they may encounter.

Lady remembers how she met her partner when they were a tiny and shy Sobble. Now that they’ve become such a strong pokemon, Lady feels so proud of their growth.

Extremely resourceful, even in dire situations. Will use all the tools at their disposition to finish their job.

Their sniper skills are unparalleled so you’d better watch out. In a battle of wits, there’s no beating this duo.

Silly companion: Eevee

Lady is such an Eevee fan, her childhood dream was to befriend one and have numerous adventures together.

So when she finally got one many years later, she actually started crying happy tears. (It was a gift from Dante. He figured she deserved a companion after what happened in the Temen-ni-gru incident.)

She spends her free time playing with her adorable Eevee, there’s even a whole collection of toys for their playtime together.

If you happen to have an Evolution Stone with you, DO. NOT. COME. ANY. CLOSER. Lady adores her Eevee just how it is. You have been warned.

Kyrie

Ideal partner: Gardevoir

I personally consider Kyrie as a woman with a righteous heart and a strong sense of justice just like her brother Credo, so it’s no surprise her pokemon partner is actually a Gardevoir.

Mess with them and hoo boy. So you have chosen death.

She and Gardevoir are actually among the strongest teams in the region. In fact, to this day, Nero and his Toxtricity haven’t been able to defeat these two in a pokemon battle.

Do not underestimate these girls. They can and will drag you through the mud if you dare hurt them or their loved ones.

Silly companion: Wooloo

Kyrie melted at the sight of Wooloo. So soft, and adorable, and puffy!

She loves knitting, so they would be perfect to provide her with lots of top quality wool.

Once during Christmas, she donated handmade sweaters to the children at the local orphanage. Wooloo and her were so happy to help the little ones, they made it a tradition for them to do every year.

The sweaters and scarfs she knits with the help of her friend are actually very fashionable and pretty. Everyone in the crew loves showing theirs off any chance they get.

Nico

Ideal partner: Arcanine

A fire pokemon with majestic fur, excellent speed and an extremely keen sense of smell. Nico knew Arcanine would be a perfect partner to have.

She can count on their powerful fire to melt the metals she needs to forge her weapons. Her works of art have been made possible thanks to them and she could not feel more thankful.

Using their olfactory sense, Arcanine can track and retrieve any demon parts or carcasses which can later be used to create Devil Arms.

Although they are not that interested in competitive battles, they’re still a very strong duo that should not be taken so lightly.

Silly companion: Rotom

So one day a wild Rotom sneaked into Nico’s van, causing a ruckus everywhere. Despite the disaster, Nico was incredibly fascinated since Rotom sightings are extremely rare.

She befriended the poltergeist pokemon almost right away. She even built a device for them to inhabit (just like Ash’s Rotomdex in the anime).

Now they’re Nico’s very own pokemon assitant! Thanks to her device Rotom can communicate, take pictures and save files and notes, which is perfect for her work.

Also they’re really nice to have a chat with! Just beware the unflattering pics they may take during battles.

Lucia

Ideal partner: Absol

It’s easy to see the similarities between Lucia and her Absol.

With Absol being erroneously blamed for natural disasters and Lucia being an artificial demon her creator labelled as ‘defective’, you could say they both share similar backstories. They felt outcasted by everyone else.

These two are incredibly agile fighters, using graceful and precise moves that prove to be lethal to their foes.

Personality wise they both appear to be stoic and aloof, but they’re actually very kind. They do tend to worry a lot about their friends though.

Silly companion: Espurr

Espurrs are known to constantly try to control and contain their enormous psychic power with all their might. Lucia understands her cute little companion all too well.

Being with each other has helped them both a lot, their shared company feels therapeutic for them.

Also Lucia enjoys cuddling Espurr. They feel so soft like a plushie!

Often have staring contests with each other. They always end with a tie though.

#devil may cry #dmc headcanons #dmc x pokemon au #pokemon

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Anon Archives vol. 4 (right?)

full res: x I miss him too. He was the first of the cast I ever designed and without him, there would simply be no TBoA. Rest assured there will be no shortage of him in the comic :) I understand that the concept of Wolfe with facial hair will be like marmite for most of you, but it’s probably something that you should prepare for regardless! Wolfe no longer has use of his hands due to extensive nerve damage and he has to get imaginative with ways to keep his grip on things - but some tools, like razors - are simply impossible for him to use anymore due to his tremors. Before the gang comes together he will be looking quite worse for wear.

full res: x She calls him “Marty” :) Her mother called him that so it makes him happy. He’s not her father but he loves her as one would. He was the one who delivered her as a baby, though during the process there were complications. She broke her leg on the way out and though Martin was able to treat her, it caused her to walk with a slight limp growing up. Teaching her to dance wasn't just Martin's idea of physiotherapy but his way of showing her how dearly he cared for her. Music and dance are our good doctor's love languages, you see. He will have Twinkletoes refer to him as “Sir” when he reprimands her, but due to some of Martin’s own issues growing up, he hates disciplining children. If he absolutely must, it’s firm but merciful, and under no circumstances would he ever raise his hand to them.

full res: x Michael Graves is one of three of Ashwick’s Senior Wardens, the other being Hunter Gerhardt and an as of now unannounced third. Wardens are the town’s law enforcers who work directly under the church’s orders. Neither entirely police nor militia, they’re a bit of both. Wardens patrol the streets at night and make sure no one is out after Curfew. Wardens are simultaneously feared and revered amongst the deeply religious townsfolk who view them as God-sent, but no one strikes pure terror into their hearts quite like Graves. While Hunter is known for being terrifying but sometimes merciful, Graves holds no such reputation. If gunshots are heard in the night or blood stains the cobblestones in the morning, townfolk know to keep their mouths shut and heads down.

Thank you so much! I still have some demons to battle but I want to get better, and your support means the world.

Thank you! I kinda wanna die when I look at that piece. Damian deserved better than my art in that funky phase and I will capture his true beauty one day.

LOL Bloodborne has been a huuuuge visual influence on me over the last few years. Expect to see some similarities I'm sure.

Thank you ;.; I used Paint Tool Sai religiously but I've unfortunately fallen out of love with it in the last year in favour of Clip Studio Paint. I would highly recommend CSP and since it comes with a one-month free trial you'd be missing out not to give it a go. I occasionally use Photoshop for some final touches but not enough to say it's worth paying that silly subscription fee for. Lately, I've been using Procreate on my iPad. It was one hell of an investment (😔💸) but it was worth it - the iPad feels great to draw on.

Thank you! Yes, definitely expect that. There are a few timeskips in canon and I have outfit changes planned.

Wolfe can sometimes be seen circling a bed or chair a few times before sitting/lying down not unlike a dog would. Rose cannot - and I truly mean this - fathom numbers. To say she is bad at math would be a terrible understatement. Martin needs a few shots of whiskey a day to keep him going but he never seems inebriated so it’s impossible to tell (unless you’re Hunter). Hunter is so tall that churches are the only buildings he doesn’t have to duck to get in to and he Riker Sits everywhere. Gloria is a little superstitious, and Graves is a cigarette smoker. Twinkletoes likes pigeons.

I would certainly recommend it! If drawing inspires you, give it a shot! Though whether or not I recommend going to school for it is a more complicated question. The good thing about pursuing a career in art is that at the end of the day your work ethic and portfolio are your best friends. Having degrees and connections will help in the industry for sure (and why I DO recommend art courses for people who have the money and want to experience student life), but if you're a poor kid that can't shell out the dough for art school or if you studied a different field, or if college didn't/isn't working out for you, it's not the end of the road. You can build your career on your own terms if you're driven enough.

Hm, let's see. I think Wolfe and Gloria would appreciate some sweet treats! Hunter rarely eats anything that isn't meat, and Rose has lived on the road most of her life so campfire food is what she's used to. She's the kind of person you'd see eat something horrifying like uncooked beans straight from the tin. Gloria appreciates her guilty pleasures and Wolfe recalls her sharing taffy with him as a little boy. But those memories are hazy now, and he's long since forgotten the taste.

Oh jeez, that would mean the world to me! As for the dialogue, it’s probably a bit of both honestly haha.

Hunter: 43, Wolfe: 23, Gloria: 41, Martin: 45, Rose: 19, Graves: 38. Some of you may recall Hunter being younger but I had to make a few timeline adjustments. Otherwise, everyone has remained the same.

Oh, well, it just might be! Wolfe is used to carrying the frail and sickly through the Charnels, but human touch in that regard is alien to him.

You're right about one thing, Ashwick is certainly in the title! I'm pretty close to revealing it so hopefully you won't be stumped for too long. I can reveal however, if I haven't already (and I think I may have, I haven't read the previous Anon Archives in years), that TBoA was going to be called Memento Mori.

He raises an amused brow at your sentiment but if you're under 35 you're all toddlers and babies to him. Plus he can't go 5 minutes without thinking about his wife so it's safe to say he’s settled down.

Haha, yeah! All of the above. Though it goes both ways. Hunter’s antics drive the poor man up the wall for sure but Hunter will be the first to tell you that doc is a force of nature too when he’s got to be. They’ve known each other for decades. They’ve taken bullets and bruises and stabs wounds for one another. Martin makes sure Hunter doesn’t get himself killed (at least he did before Malignancy took that off the table) and Hunter makes sure Martin doesn’t work himself to death. Gloria just wonders why they both have to be so damn dramatic.

1. Rose's candles simulate artificial sunlight and can temporarily vanquish Spectres from the area at night until the wick runs out. These are especially useful to the common folk who may be suffering from seeing their dead loved ones night after night. Her special coloured candles are different, though. They block a Malignant from being able to possess their Host's body and thus allow the Host to keep control of themselves when night falls. You'll learn more about the ins-and-outs of this mechanic in the comic.

2. I can't share that! You'll just have to wait and find out. Though it is a wonder how someone as formidable and self-disciplined as Hunter could fall prey to a Malignant's manipulation … I suppose even men like Father Gerhardt have been vulnerable at one point in their lives, huh?

It’s private, sorry :( It was a kind gesture from a fan who wanted to show their appreciation but it quickly got a little out of hand and very inappropriate. I’m good friends now with the few who did join so it’s not so bad and we have a good laugh, but it’s given me a small taste of “Fandom” on a grander scale and it was enough for me to realise it makes me pretty uncomfortable to be in the middle of it. I love being able to communicate with you all but I don’t love being in awkward situations so much. I might try again in the future, we’ll see.

Malignancy is unpredictable and what happens to one Host won't necessarily happen to the other!

ohohohoh who knowsssssss ;D

Nope, she’s Hunter’s danger noodle gal.

Yes, I love them!!!! I recall checking them out after you sent this message quite some time ago. I had heard a few of their songs before but I've been listening to them regularly ever since. I appreciate the recommendation since music is a really big thing for me.

Oh thank you very much! They're my own characters yes :) I first created them when I was 16 for a college project. One day I would like to share that with you all because it's come a long way. The comic is in development. Thank you all for your questions, I think that’s most of them. If you don’t see your ask in here it’s because it was asked already, I got a similar question and took a screenshot of that instead, it was too inappropriate, I can’t reveal the information yet, or I simply didn’t see it. As always if you’re looking for more prompt responses please message me off anon so I can reply privately since I respond to most anons in bulk!

#anon archives #tboa #tboa (webcomic)#my art #digital art #Illustration #wolfe grey #martin mcgregor #michael graves #twinkletoes #asks #anonymous

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iturbide · 4 years

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Hfjdhjf can I please have more information?? I think the reason I managed to float by so spoiler free was half because up until recently I never was super interested in Three Houses, and my knowledge was limited to what I was told about the routes. WHICH WAS APPARENTLY VERY LIMITED. V E R Y.

friend of course you can have more information

legit though I am so impressed that you’ve managed to stay spoiler free regardless of the context, I am massively spoiled for fandoms I’m not even in and yet you’re managing to come at it fresh like I did when I started my Golden Deer playthrough.

also this came in and frankly your wish is my command

But okay. So.

Dimitri is honestly fascinating and a tragic, deeply flawed character in his own right. But understanding his break requires backstory. His mom died when he was still pretty young due to a plague that swept through Faerghus, and when he was around ten his father re-married an Imperial woman named Patricia von Arundel (who is also Edelgard’s mother, hence the step-siblings thing). Edelgard, as it happens, had come to the Kingdom with her mother and uncle, Volkhart von Arundel, in order to escape the chaos caused by the Insurrection of the Seven, where the Imperial nobles seized power from the Emperor (Edelgard’s father), and the two became friends: she taught him to dance during the three-ish years she was in the Kingdom, and just before she left Dimitri gifted her a dagger, symbolic in the Kingdom of a hope for someone to cut their own path forward.

Two years later, Dimitri’s life basically becomes hell. While he and his family are traveling through the neighboring lands of Duscur, their caravan is attacked: his father Lambert and his bodyguard Glenn are both brutally murdered, his step-mother goes missing, and he is the sole survivor. He witnessed the people responsible, but although he tried to tell people what happened, the people of Duscur were blamed for the attack, and the genocide soon followed. The whole incident came to be known as the Tragedy of Duscur, and it left Dimitri with massive trauma that went completely unaddressed: he suffers from survivor’s guilt and PTSD, he completely lost all sense of taste, he’s had a constant headache since the incident...oh, and also he sees hallucinations of the people who died. So there’s that.

Now, because Dimitri was only 14 at the time and he couldn’t take the Faerghus throne until he reached his majority at 18, his uncle Rufus stepped in as regent in the meantime. Rufus is pretty fucking terrible! In fact, he sent Dimitri at age 16 to go put down a rebellion in Western Faerghus -- and again, Dimitri is a traumatized teenager who’s been getting no help or support. The people around him, notably Gilbert and Felix’s father Rodrigue, are trying to foster him into the next King of Faerghus rather than tending to his very real mental and emotional needs following the events of Duscur, so Dimitri has been silently bottling up all of his problems for the better part of two years. He...kind of snaps during that rebellion, and it ends up as a brutal slaughter; Felix bears witness to it, and ever after he treats Dimitri like a wild animal, calling him a beast and a boar.

This is all just piling on the trauma, as you probably noticed. He manages to hold it together and keep up a calm exterior, though he’s deeply afraid of the darkness within him, and does his utmost to bury it and keep it under control. At age 17 he comes to Garreg Mach, and over the course of the school year things just get progressively worse: he starts slipping and growing more violent over the course of repeated encounters with the Flame Emperor, since he recognizes the masked mages from the attack on his family’s caravan in Duscur and believes that the Flame Emperor must have been responsible for the Tragedy. But he pretty much snaps during the revelation at the Holy Tomb, where Edelgard is unmasked as the Flame Emperor -- in the Blue Lions route, he literally crushes an Imperial soldier’s skull with his bare hands in his attempts to get at Edelgard. It’s shocking, especially since up to that point the super strength that came from his Crest was played for laughs more than anything else.

He continues slipping in the weeks leading up to the attack on Garreg Mach, publicly alluding to his hallucinations and how they whisper to him and vowing to take Edelgard’s head himself. CF is the only route where he actually stays pretty sane, so we’re going to focus on non-CF routes: in the battle for the monastery, Edelgard’s forces end up victorious, and he’s forced back to Faerghus, expecting to take the throne and rally a counterstrike against her...only to arrive and be accused of regicide when it’s revealed that his uncle Rufus has been viciously murdered. Cornelia (who is, in fact, a Twisted agent) takes power in the Kingdom and basically hands it off to Edelgard as the ‘Dukedom of Faerghus,’ then orders Dimitri be imprisoned and later executed; but before he can be killed, his vassal Dedue manages to break him out of prison, though the escape attempt apparently costs him his life (he can be saved by other Duscur survivors depending on the results of an earlier paralogue, though -- the important point is that Dimitri thinks Dedue is dead). After that, Dimitri spends the next four-ish years wandering alone in the Faerghus forests, the isolation exacerbating his already poor mental health until he’s openly conversing with his hallucinations; he also starts attacking Imperial forces he comes across in Faerghus and basically ripping them apart, leading to a lot of rumors about a wild beast on the loose. Also, somewhere in this five year span he loses an eye. No, we have no idea how. Fandom burns for answers.

Now, Dimitri’s fate varies significantly depending on playthrough here. In Silver Snow and Verdant Wind, he’s literally consumed by his rage and guilt and his desire for vengeance on behalf of those taken from him, and he ends up dying in pursuit of it. In Azure Moon, he’s lost any real ability to tell reality from hallucination, and believes even Byleth is nothing more than a figment; he continues his single-minded pursuit of Edelgard, committing atrocities of his own and admitting to being nothing but a base murderer, the beast Felix accused him of being so long ago. But eventually, through the intervention of Byleth and his classmates, he starts to come around a little more -- though it takes Rodrigue’s death and his final words, encouraging him to live for himself rather than those who have already gone, to really wake him up and get him moving forward. The game takes the turn a little fast, but it’s still really touching to see Dimitri coming back from the edge and recognizing the importance of his own desires. The campaign continues, they retake Fhirdiad, there’s a parley with Edelgard where she refuses to back down and continues to insist that war is the only option, things get crazy with the final boss like holy shit, but in the end after Edelgard’s been defeated, Dimitri offers his hand to her...and her final act is to throw the dagger he gifted her when they were children at him, and he instinctively kills her in retaliation.

Look, Dimitri doesn’t come out of this smelling like roses. He killed a lot of people in very, very violent ways. But he recognizes that what he did, even if he wasn’t mentally sound at the time, was pretty atrocious and spends the rest of his life seeking peace with as little bloodshed as possible.

But okay I have gone on for a long time about Dimitri so if you’re still here, congratulations let’s talk about my favorite Lord.

Claude is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. That’s literally how he’s presented in the game, and it’s great. He’s sociable, amiable, friendly, mischievous, and has a reputation as a schemer. He jokes about his own reputation a lot, especially when he’s called out, but he’s wickedly smart, especially where tactics, information gathering, puzzles, and secrets are concerned. We literally go through the whole first half of the game getting only the tiniest hints about him personally and what his aspirations are -- we don’t even know where he came from, he legit just showed up out of the blue when Duke Riegan named Claude as his heir -- and meanwhile he’s out there trying to unravel the mystery behind Crests, the Church, and the Flame Emperor -- and while he doesn’t manage to succeed before the timeskip hits, he manages to uncover an alarming amount of information. Also, despite his reputation as an untrustworthy trickster, he cares deeply about the people around him and does his best to keep them safe, even if it means resorting to underhanded (but ultimately non-lethal) methods.

Once we hit the timeskip, we find out more of the secrets that he’s been hiding. For context, Fodlan’s neighbor to the east is Almyra, and relations between the two nations have been...tense, to say the least: a few hundred years ago Almyra invaded Fodlan and a bad time was had by all. In order to prevent it from happening again, the Alliance built a fortress called Fodlan’s Locket in the pass connecting the two nations (the pass being called Fodlan’s Throat). Presently, the Alliance is headed by a communal council of nobles from the major families, who meet at regular round tables in order to debate business that affects their territories and pass legislature; the round table is headed by Duke Riegan, who had two children, a son set to inherit the title and a daughter who went mysteriously missing years ago. Unfortunately, House Riegan and House Gloucester have never been on the best of terms, and when Duke Riegan’s heir was attacked and killed on the road while traveling to visit Duke Gloucester, there were a lot of rumors that Lorenz’s dad might have been involved, though nothing was ever proven in that regard. It left Duke Riegan in a tough spot, though, since he was getting on in years and suddenly had no heir...at which point, Claude ‘miraculously’ steps in with his Crest and is named heir to House Riegan.

Turns out? Duke Riegan’s daughter didn’t go missing: she eloped with an Almyran. And that Almyran, as it turns out, became king of Almyra. So Claude’s an Almyran prince. Turns out, he didn’t exactly have a great time growing up, though: Almyrans view the people of Fodlan as cowardly and weak, so they viewed Claude’s mom as such...and Claude himself, too, since he was half-Fodlan. No matter how much he argued or fought, it never seemed to matter. He got bullied a lot, and started picking up tactics and poison mixing as ways to defend himself...but more than anything, he hated how small-minded Almyrans were when it came to him and his mother. Then Duke Riegan’s heir died, and his grandfather reached out to his daughter, hoping to have Claude tested for a Crest -- which, as it happens, he bore. Claude was so excited, believing that things in Fodlan would be different, better...

...and instead, he found that things in Fodlan were exactly like they were in Almyra. People hated him for half his heritage -- just this time, it was for his ‘savage’ Almyran half instead of his ‘cowardly’ Fodlan half. It was hilarious, in a sad way, how alike the people of Fodlan and Almyra were when it came to hating things they didn’t know...and that was how he decided on his goal. What Claude wants to do is destroy the borders between people and forge understanding between them. He found through hard experience that people always fear the outsider -- but if you break down the walls, there’s no ‘inside’ or ‘outside’ anymore. There’s just people. What he wants to do is unify the Alliance, then Fodlan, then perhaps even the world...not through force or subjugation, but by bringing them together, uniting them through what they share in common and helping them understand and find value in their differences. His aspiration is to ensure that no one has to suffer like he did growing up.

And so, once things are all settled in Fodlan (and he’s assured that he managed to achieve his goal in small scale with his friends in the Alliance), he leaves Byleth in charge, forgoes leadership in the Alliance, and heads back to Almyra to continue working toward that aspiration. He becomes the king of Almyra so that he can start working toward that larger goal from the other side of the border, intending to open roads toward peaceful diplomacy and trade with Fodlan. He knows their bonds are strong, even when they’re apart, and he knows that they’ll all be reunited someday. Also Claude is the only Lord who has the possibility to live in all routes (barring Silver Snow but he’s only listed as ‘missing’ not ‘dead’ so I hold out hope) which I think says a heck of a lot about how great he is. He’s just so good and so kind and cares so much about people and he makes my heart warm and yes I’m done yelling about how much I love Claude for a moment.

So hopefully that fills you in a little on the other Lords at least in part please enjoy my novel-length ramble.

#answered #anonymous #fire emblem: three houses #fe:3h spoilers #i tried to cram every pertinent bit of information i could remember in here #boy there's a lot isn't there #so much backstory is required to understand these people #like holy shit #also for the record edelgard was not involved in duscur #that was all the twisted #but please understand how much i love claude he's so great #and i feel like he gets passed over a lot #because he's not contentious like edelgard #or tortured and traumatized like dimitri #but he's so incredibly good he's absolutely my favorite of the lords #i love dimitri too don't get me wrong but claude is such a treasure

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loveislattes · 5 years

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Save Me (Infelix/Fem!Reader) Fluffy Smut

Request/(Summary): When faced with the dilemma of wedding a horrible man and going to the forest to die, Y/N easily chooses the later. Imagine her surprise at finding not a beast that would kill her, but instead a misunderstood creature who offers her more than she could ever dream.

Word Count: About 7.1k

Warnings: Mention of suicidal thoughts and intentions in the beginning of this story! Also mentions (not detailed) of abuse and adultery. Smut, obviously. Unprotected sex, biting kink, claiming kink.

Random Info:

Obviously this is a work of fiction. I do not condone running off into the sunset with someone you just met, let alone a mythical demon named Infelix (even if it's something I would do myself).

Also, please keep in mind that this was started almost a year ago and was wrapped up to a quick finish so I could finally get it posted!

Also also, I know the Swedish isn't necessary but god damn it, I LIKE IT! I just like throwing some beautiful phrases in because I love the language and I love how it sounds in intimate moments. I shouldn't have to explain this but after the “lectures” I've gotten in the past about throwing in random “foreign” phrases, I guess I will.

Also also also, this is an AU to my usual idea of Infelix. I just really liked the idea!

Translations:

Stackars flicka- poor girl

Söt flicka- sweet girl

Så ren- so pure

Du är vackrare än månen och stjärnorna- You are more beautiful than the moon and stars

An example of the first song Infelix Plays: https://youtu.be/9G5rr7JtEAc?t=40

Growing up, I always believed the tales of the Strömkarlen to be just that- tales; I never imagined that there could truly be such malevolent creatures in the forests surrounding us. Why would we choose to settle in such a horrifying location if it were true? The woods were ripe with natural predators and prey that were dangerous enough alone, but add mythical creatures into the mix and it was plain ignorant to be there.

According to the stories told often to us as children, we were never to venture into the forest at night. There were the usual wolves and bears to hunt us, but there was also a creature known as the Strömkarlen. The Strömkarlen was supposedly a forest spirit who was an exceptionally talented fiddler: the sounds of forest, wind and water played over his fiddle strings so beautifully that anyone would be entranced. One could come with a fit offering and learn to play the instrument better than any other human. Wandering women and children were supposedly not so lucky. If you wandered into his land without the intention of learning from him with a complete offering, you were never seen again. Few had meandered through the trees to come back, and those who had were simply lucky enough to have avoided the spirit somehow.

It was with this specific tale in mind that I entered the forest hesitantly. I knew I had to do something, and this was likely the easiest way to go through with it. I knew I would back out of ending my life with a blade or poison. Someone else would have to do it. Death was a much better option than what awaited me in less than a week, on my twenty-fifth birthday. A shudder of repulsion sent shivers through my body. Just the thought of being forced to marry that man made the sick come to the back of my throat. I had been “lucky” enough to be chosen as our town head's next wife, as I was still “pure” and unwed. Even as our country took large leaps forward for women's rights daily, our town seemed to stay in the darkest of ages.

I had to escape; both the toxic community and a fate that would be only pain until my death. Everyone had heard the horror stories of being his wife. Hell, he had gone through three wives in just as many years. The bruises could not go unnoticed by anyone with seeing eyes, and the screams that echoed through dark quiet streets were unbearable to those with listening ears.

I refocused my thoughts on my path ahead and tried to put off my nervous energy by humming. It felt good to fill the silence with some noise other than my quiet footsteps. The woods were daunting during the day, but at night they were downright ominous. I had expected the forest floor to be alive with nocturnal creatures going about their menial tasks. Instead, there was a reticence. Moonlight shone sparsely through the treetops just enough to light my way. It would be a soothing experience if not for the end goal.

A heavy sigh pushed through my nostrils at the internal war waging in my gut; the instinctual will of self-preservation battling heartily with the need to save my soul from being tainted by him. If only I could find the Strömkarlen before a beast found me first. I felt if I had been wandering for hours by now, but surely it had only been an hour at the most.

Suddenly there was a shift in the air, almost imperceptible to even my alert senses, and I stopped dead in my tracks. It was like something was dancing unseen at my peripheral vision, or there was a faint buzzing too far away to actually make out and hear. Did that mean he was here? Had I found him? How did I ask for him without being rude? Did he have a name?

“Why have you come here, söt flicka? For what reason do you seek me out? You are not searching for knowledge of the strings.”

Oh how my cheeks heated, being called such an endearing term by a voice so husky, so deep, so near. Despite how alluring his tone might be, there was an underlying inhuman echo that reverberated through every bone in my body, reminding me of the danger he presented. Fingers touched my cheek and directed my face to the side, where I was greeted by both a terrifying and glorious sight. He was-

“Beautiful.”

The word escaped senselessly and immediately I regretted my slip of the tongue. How would a powerful being take to a human fawning over him? There was no denying who he was, power rolling off him in waves.

Thankfully, the man simply grinned in response. His black eyes crinkled in apparent amusement as he leaned back and looked me over.

“Well? I'm waiting for an answer,” he prompted, eyebrow lifting pointedly.

“I- I'm- uh, sorry! So sorry! I- My name is Y/N. I was hoping- Oh gods this is harder than I thought. You see, I need to die.”

Tumultuous mortification clawed up my neck and coated my face darkly as I shied away from his now narrowed gaze.

“Come again?”

“I- uh,” I hesitated and shyly brought my fingers together, toying nervously with my nails as I gathered up the courage to speak my request once more, “I have come to ask you to kill me. There is something horrible waiting for me if I return home and I'm too much of a coward to take my own life. I've heard stories of how you abduct or kill- or something- the people that wander into your lands.”

He stepped back and rose to his full height, startling me as I realized just how tall he was. I was only a few inches over five feet and he towered over me. I couldn't resist looking him over. He looked surprisingly human for a mythological being, although there were obvious traits of his genetics; the black eyes, white hair, unnaturally pale skin, and elf-like ears. When he smiled, I was momentarily entranced by the large, sharp, canines he flashed.

“I doubt there could be anything awaiting you that would be worse than death, child,” he replied pointedly, “Much less death by my hands.”

Mustering up all the courage I could, I swallowed thickly and crossed my arms over my chest, meeting his gaze head-on.

“With all due respect, sir, you have no idea what I would be returning home to. If I go...” emotion lumped tightly in my throat as I took a steadying breath before I could continue, “If I go back, I'm being forced into marriage with a man who is a well-known adulterer, abuser, and murderer. I would rather die quickly than be raped and beaten until I die by his hands.”

All of the gumption I had managed to hold onto to fell through the cracks like sand the moment a low rumble left his throat. Fists clenched, he craned his neck so sharply that I cringed subconsciously for him and shuddered at the loud cracking that filled the air. Then his eyes were back on me.

I prepared to be struck down, eyes shut instinctively to brace for the oncoming pain, and ignored the pounding of my heart beating erratically in my chest as best I could. What good would panic do? This is what I had come here for.

“Oh söt flicka, stackars flicka,” he cooed softly.

Surprised by the response, my eyes popped open, only to find his hands coming towards me, much slower than expected. Cupping my jaw, he leaned in, leaving merely an inch or two between our noses. My breath caught in my throat under the intensity in his dark coal eyes. What was he doing? He could just snap my neck and be done with it! Or maybe torture was part of his plan.

“You have such a bright soul. It would hurt me to extinguish it before you could blossom to your full potential.”

“What?”

Shocked, my reply came out blunt and rude, and I quickly backtracked with a much kinder apology, and a request for clarification.

“I know the stories of my kind. Some of us are just as is foretold, but I am not. I'm gifted with the ability to see the true alignment of one's nature, and I only steal away those who have been corrupted or wish to be saved. Do you think the ones who have returned to you unharmed have done so without reason?”

I shrugged slightly and replied, “I guess so. We were told that anyone who met one of the Strömkarlen was killed unless they had proper gifts. It only made sense that you'd just missed the ones who came home unharmed.”

He clicked his tongue loudly and gave a disappointed shake of his head.

“I'm not as brutal as some of my kin, not without provocation at the least,” he explained, “You are one of true good. Your kind are rarer these days, with the corruption spreading through our lands. I only presented myself to you because you were searching for me, otherwise, I would have just let you wander until you found your way back home.”

I nodded in understanding, chewing on my lip pensively as I let the situation sink in. When his thumbs rubbed the apples of my cheeks, a blush spread over them in response and I met his gaze once more.

“I do not wish to kill you. It would go against my nature. Perhaps though, you'd be willing to stay for a while? I could play you a song while you think your decision through.”

Hesitantly, I nodded after a moment. I was steadfast in my decision but what could it hurt to wait a while longer? Plus I had to admit I was curious to hear his music. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I quickly agreed out loud, to sit and listen to him.

He seemed pleased by the answer, stepping back with a grin. A hand sifted through his shaggy locks before he extended it in my direction. I carefully laid my hand in his and was startled by the gentle way his fingers wrapped around mine. It was completely baffling to realize that a creature I'd feared for my entire life was so gentle.

“Good. Come with me then,” he replied.

If I did not have him as a guide, I would be no doubt lost in the maze of the tremendous forest. There were so many twists and turns around gigantic trees and gnarly roots. The trek was incredibly beautiful though, even in the darkness, thanks to illuminated creatures and plant life I'd never laid eyes on before. I was so lost in feasting on the stunning land around me that I nearly face-planted into the Strömkarlen's back as he stopped suddenly and I finally registered the sound of rushing water around us. Thankfully he seemed to take my fumble in stride, a small chuckle filling the air instead of a bitter response.

“Come sit,” he instructed.

Hands gently directed me to the first large tree stump and he took the one across from me, no more than a foot away. As he sat, he waved a hand through the air, materializing a fiddle from nowhere. I'm sure I looked as bewildered as I felt, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

A humored grin flitted across his features before his expression settled into one of contentment. I shifted into a more comfortable crisscross position as he prepared himself.

“It's been a while since I've had an audience rather than a student,” he commented, aligning the instrument between his chin and chest.

The look that he sent my way spoke honest loneliness and I felt a pang in my chest, like fingers squeezing tightly around my heart. I'd never considered what kind of life a being must live when alone in the forest, shielded from nearly all contact. Honestly, though, I'd never considered the fact that his kind had emotions either. We were never enlightened on the fact that they might be more like us than realized.

I was pulled from my thoughts when the bow first slid across the strings. Immediately I became entranced by the alluring tune. It was jaunty yet haunting. Quick strokes of the bow and dancing fingers enraptured all of my attention. I could easily understand why others would put their life on the line for a chance to learn from him. He was incredible. As beguiling as his looks were, his music was even more so. As the song continued, I felt myself slowly relaxing, enjoying the moment as everything else faded away. Time and space floated away on the wind until there was only him and his music.

As his tune seamlessly led into a lighter one, I finally forced my eyes from his hands to his face. Those intense black eyes were now closed; a warm, easy smile resting on his lips. Once more I was struck by his beauty; my heart aching with the perfection he exuded. It wasn't until my hand neared his cheek that I realized I had moved in closer. Butterflies stormed my belly as I hesitated that last inch. What would happen if I touched him? Would that break the spell around us? Would it ruin the calm? Would he be mad?

Suddenly those onyx black eyes flicked opened and I was struck frozen by the stark white iris' gazing back at me. The music stopped, stilling the air around us as his fiddle disappeared into the abyss once more. Swallowing hard, I ever so slowly began to move my hand away, only for my wrist to be caught.

“I'm-

My tongue failed me and silence bloomed once more. His grip lessened but didn't retreat, instead guiding me closer once more, pressing my palm to his cheek. A shaky, startled breath fled my lips as his warmth saturated my chilled skin. The soft hairs of his beard tickled my wrist as I allowed myself to momentarily indulge in the contact.

“Söt flicka,” he murmured softly, “Så ren.”

My insides felt full of fire as he mimicked my motions, his fingers soothingly stroking down my cheek. So many emotions barraged my chest. Overall the sensations of excitement and elation stood out. Why did being in his presence cause such a reaction?

“Have you changed your mind?” he questioned.

“I- I don't know,” I admitted quietly, “How can I return home to marry a man who will only do the same I ask of you, but in a more brutal fashion? How can I willingly lie in the bed of a man who would steal my innocence in a way that would leave me scarred? How can-”

I was shocked silent as his arm suddenly hooked around my back and pulled me closer. There was a fire in his gaze as I gave in to his pull. Breathing became a struggle as I found myself in his lap, the in and out becoming an action I had to consciously think of lest I cause myself to pass out. He was entirely intimidating this close up, and yet I couldn't look away.

“I did not say that you would live only to be broken in the end.”

When he didn't elaborate on his words, I cautiously spoke up and asked, “What do you mean?”

There was a twitch in his lips before they curved into a sly smile. A darkness I hadn't yet seen resonated in that smirk and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“I suppose I cannot fault you for being ignorant. I can only imagine all the tales your elders have spun to you over the years, stackars flicka, and I have not corrected those stories yet. As I stated before, I take away those who have been corrupted. Albeit, rarely I travel out of my home for such as they generally find their way to me eventually, but in extenuating circumstances... I have been known to wander about.”

It took a moment to process his explanation but then the weight of his words settled in my gut.

“Oh.”

“One stealing purity and ending lives, much less for his own gratification, has no place in my realm of the land,” he added lowly.

Slowly his thumb traced down the apple of my cheek to my mouth, the calloused pad swiping teasingly over my bottom lip and igniting another kind of excitement low in my belly. I attempted to clear my mind of the sudden, forbidden, invasion of thoughts only to have worse images push forth as his tongue darted out to trace his lips.

Never had I been this close to a man, felt this kind of attraction and excitement. In fact, when most approached me with offers to bed me, I easily turned them down. If the man beneath me were to offer the same though, I knew I would easily find myself agreeing. Was it an unnatural ability of his that was luring me in, or had I finally found someone that I wanted?

My skin crawled with unease as I battled the thoughts plaguing my mind, and I felt the need to fill the silence before I fell prey to my own desires.

“Do you have a name?” I blurted out suddenly.

I had to cringe immediately as I realized how weak and nervous I sounded. There was no way he couldn't sense the war waging in my brain now.

He confirmed my fears with his sudden, boisterous laughter. Embarrassment wound tightly in my chest as my face flushed warmly.

“My name is unpronounceable in your tongue, but you may call me Infelix,” he replied once his laughter died down.

“Infelix,” I repeated, testing the name curiously.

Immediately I felt a shift in the air, a layer of tension growing stronger between us, as his fingers dug snugly into my lower back to pull me closer.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, then paused before adding, “May I kiss you?”

I could only blink at him in confusion for a few moments, at a loss for words, until finally, I managed a slight nod. How could I turn that down? Why would I want to? Surely he had to know how much I wanted him.

My thoughts were derailed the moment his lips touched mine. It was gentle, so much softer than I could have expected, and he ended it much quicker than I'd hoped. Though before he could pull away completely, I gave in those pesky dark desires and jerked him back down by his beard. I knew nothing of how this was supposed to go, other than the few peeks I'd seen in my younger years, but I let my guts lead my actions. Hands sliding into his hair, I pressed my lips hard against his, praying that he wouldn't be upset.

A low growl rumbled from his chest and stopped me dead in my tracks. Had I overstepped an unspoken boundary? Fear began to bubble up in my chest and I went to pull away, hands dropping down into my lap, but was caught with an aggressive hold on the nape of my neck; his hand on my back mimicking the hold.

“Little temptress,” he groaned quietly, “Do you know what restraint you are asking of me?”

My tongue wet my lips nervously as he finally leaned back enough to meet my gaze again.

“To resist such an alluring invite is harrowing,” he added.

“I- I don't mean to cause you trouble. I'm- I just- I've never felt this before. I'm not sure what's acceptable if you would even want me...”

A low sigh escaped his nose as he shut his eyes, seemingly in pain or frustration. After far too long, his eyelids opened once more and I found myself cascading into those inky dark depths.

“The fact you question that is laughable, söt flicka. I want nothing more than to have you laid out beneath me at this moment, but-”

“Then do it,” I cut him off quickly, throwing caution to the wind at the sudden mental image of him on top of me, “Please.”

There were many different worries floating through my head but what stood out above them all was my desire for him. A need, craving, that could only be sated by him and his touch.

"You're certain of this?" he asked seriously, "Do not make this decision lightly, for I doubt I could let you go once I've had you."

A shudder climbed up my spine at just the thought of being allowed to remain here with him. Why did I want that so badly? Here was a man, a powerful non-human being, that I had just met, and I was throwing myself at him as if I'd wanted him for years. As I pondered my options, I started to understand why being with him was so appealing. He presented an exciting offer; an opportunity for a life that had never before been in my realm of possibility. It was hard finding more reasons to decline his offer than to accept it.

"If I say yes, you're truly offering me a place here? And I would be safe?" I questioned carefully.

"You have my word that I would protect you to the ends of the dimensions," he replied.

Nibbling on my lip, I hesitated before finally asking the question burning on the tip of my tongue.

"Why me? Of all the others who have wandered through?"

His dark eyes narrowed in apparent thought and the fingers on my lower spine began to trace small designs against the fabric of my shirt soothingly. I felt the hairs raise on my skin in response to his touch and had to force myself to keep still rather than wiggle under the light tickle. We sat in silence for quite some time after my question. I didn't care to rush him if I were being honest, and the answer was well worth the wait anyhow. It was a pretty heavy subject.

When he spoke, I nearly fell from his lap with my startle, but he easily caught me and continued on speaking as if nothing had occurred.

"No others have sought me for reasons other than to seek knowledge. No others have been willing to listen to my songs without it being hinged on learning to play. We do not tend to feel loneliness or emotions quite the same as humans, but there is a certain appeal to having someone here with me again. It's been a very long time since I last had a companion to converse with regularly..." he paused when a devious look swept over his face, "And it has been even longer since I've been presented with someone so beautiful."

Embarrassed under the lavish compliment, I let my face fall and stared bashfully at the stitching on my blouse.

“Come now, little one, don't be so shy,” Infelix crooned lowly, fingers coming to push my chin up once more, “Do you have an answer? Or would you like to think about it a while longer?”

While it was easy to tell his offer to wait was sincere, I could also still sense the eagerness behind his words. He had been alone for so long already. Why would I prolong that?

Still mindful of any possible unknown boundaries, I reached up once more and threaded my fingers into his soft locks. His eyes fluttered shut while an easy smile spread across his lips. A little content sigh escaped him while my fingers lightly ran along his scalp. Just seeing this happiness made my heart pitter-patter giddily. Very gently I pulled his hair to tilt his head back then leaned in.

This kiss was just as lovely as the last, sending warmth from my heart all the way to my fingers and toes. I couldn't help but wonder if all kisses were like this, or if it was because of him?

My thoughts were quickly derailed as his hands moved down along my back and came to rest on my bottom. Instinctively my breath caught and my grip tightened on his hair as fire raced through my belly. His fingertips felt as if they were laced with lightning, my skin tingling under his touch even through my clothing. A pitiful whine left my lips when he pulled away quickly.

“Is this a yes, Y/N?” he urged.

Somehow, his tone had dropped to an even lower octave than before and hearing that delicious voice utter my name... I felt lost. It took a few moments to gather my wits about me and remember that he was waiting on an answer.

“Yes, it's a yes,” I replied breathlessly.

Almost instantly he crushed his mouth against mine as if his life depended on the contact. I drew in a sharp breath of surprise only to have his tongue dip between my lips. Gods, the sensation of his tongue along mine had my thighs clenching as tightly as possible against his. Never before had I felt this all-encompassing desire to have someone touch me everywhere. It was inebriating. When he jerked away, I wasn't even given enough time to pout for immediately his lips resurfaced on my throat, right beneath my jawline. The scratch of his facial hair against my tender skin left shudders quaking through my body. Exhilarating, yet daunting. Just from the first kiss to this was already a huge leap.

“Don't be scared, söt flicka. I may not be human but I am no monster,” he murmured against my neck.

Oh no! How could he think I was scared of him?!

“I'm not!” I quickly reassured him, “I wasn't shivering from fear. Although I'm nervous, it's not you that I'm worried about. Just that fact that I've never been with a man of any sort.”

He let out a noise of understanding before his lips were once more moving down my throat, making his way to the valley between my breasts. It caused such delightful sensations throughout my body, and excitement in places I'd never admit aloud.

“I'm honored to be the first to touch you,” he mumbled, then added in a darker tone, “And the last.”

Hearing him stake his claim out loud sent shivers down my spine. My focus was brought back to his mouth when his tongue, warm and wet, trailed along the neckline of my blouse. It was like no matter where his mouth was, it felt directly connected to the apex of my thighs.

“You need to fear nothing anymore, Y/N. You are mine now,” he sighed just loud enough for me to hear, “No one shall harm you as long as I stand on this earth.”

My cheeks flushed deeper at the passion in his voice and I carefully ran my hands over his broad shoulders as he left wet patches along my skin. A sudden nip of his sharp teeth tore a shaky gasp from deep in my throat. The stinging pain actually felt nice.

“Let's take this off,” he murmured, fingers hooking beneath my top.

It was only a piece of cloth yet it symbolized so much more. A part of my conscience begged me to stop now and turn back, but it was easy enough to beat it away the moment Infelix's fingers grazed my sides teasingly. Another electric spark. My chest felt heavily as he finally pulled up my shirt.

Swallowing hard, I resisted the urge to cover up as insecurity reared its ugly head. It was the sensation of his hands pressing against my ribs that kept me from moving. His touch was grounding, delightful.

“Du är vackrare än månen och stjärnorna.”

I honestly had no idea what he had said, but it was incredibly bewitching coming from his tongue.

Infelix pulled me closer as he claimed my mouth and washed away any remaining uncertainty. Oh, how good he tasted. Ambrosia from the gods. I wasn't sure how long we spent exploring the other's mouth, but it wasn't long enough. The rest of my existence could be spent like this with him and I'd never complain.

Our embrace was interrupted rather abruptly when I went careening backward, only to be caught at the last second and lowered carefully to the ground rather than landing painfully as I had expected.

“Allow me to show you how you deserve to be treated,” he purred.

Despite being a statement, it was obviously a question of consent. Catching his eye, I gave a shy nod and was rewarded with a grand smirk. Heat blossomed over my cheeks as his long, nimble digits ran down my skin and cupped my breasts lightly. He started easy, feather-light touches stealing my breath as I relaxed under him, but over time began to explore more. Pinching, rubbing, tweaking; He did things that I hadn’t expected before, but suddenly didn't want to live without.

A sudden shock of pain drew surprised tears to my eyes as his teeth left marks in my flesh but it was easily forgiven the moment his lips graced my hardened nipple.

“Do you enjoy when I bite you?” he asked gruffly.

“Y-Yes,” I murmured.

It was as if a switch was flipped. Although still obviously restraining himself some, Infelix wasted no time sinking his teeth into nearly every bare inch of my torso. There were moments it was almost too much but it seemed he could sense my discomfort when it neared that point and he would always move onto another location. Down farther and farther he went along my stomach until he paused at the waist of my pants.

“May I?”

“Of course,” I replied softly.

His constant checking in was endearing, albeit unexpected. There was no denying how good of a soul he had, despite being something of horrifying legends.

Biting my lip, I watched nervously as he hooked his fingers under the cloth and slowly pulled them down. What if he decided he didn't like how I looked? What if he compared me to his past lovers? What if--

Warm lips on the inside of my right thigh pulled my thoughts from the brink of panic and back to the ebony orbs staring up at me, as if reading my thoughts and sensing the negativity. Once he appeared certain I was focusing on him, he pushed my legs apart and up so I sat completely open to him. Oh hell! My heart raced and my breath shook as I watched him lean in, a devious smile playing on his lips.

“Aah!”

My gasp quickly turned into a surprised squeak as his tongue delved into my untouched folds. I'd been told once by one of my lady friends that this was something a rare few people indulged in, but of course, I'd never understood the full grasp of just what it was or why; until now.

Mindlessly, I clawed at the soft dirt of the earth and tried oh so hard not to make any embarrassing noises. Oh, but it was hard, so hard. It was as if every sensation I had was suddenly kicked up to one hundred. The cool soil felt like silk beneath my nails as I left behind crevices in the ground. The noises of the forest creatures that were so minute before flared back to life with vigor. Every flick of his nimble tongue against my body felt simultaneously molten and icy, saccharine in the best of ways.

When he pulled back slightly, an unstoppable whimper left my lips.

“You do not need to be so quiet, älskling. There is no one else around to hear you.”

He... wanted me to make noise? Men had been ensuring my silence all of my life, and while Infelix was different, one could never be certain.

“You're sure?” I questioned nervously.

A sharp bite dug into the squishy part of my thigh, tearing a shocked yelp from my mouth, before he chuckled darkly.

“Of course, Y/N. I want to know how I'm making you feel, when I'm doing something you love,” Infelix replied.

“O-Okay,” I murmured.

He wasted no time going back to his previous motions, but with much quicker strokes than before. The pleasure was so immense that I didn't even notice him moving until a slender digit was pressing its way into my core. If my brain were any more coherent, I'm sure I'd have registered the discomfort more, but as it was, it was barely a blip in my thoughts. It wasn't until he thrust it in deeper that a real niggle of pain came through.

With a hiss, I fought against the fight-or-flight response that bubbled to life and kept still under him. It wasn't that bad, I told myself, I knew there could be pain at some point.

Despite the logic part of my brain trying to keep my emotional part calm, I couldn't help the edge of worry that now stood out so brightly; And just when things were so good!

Infelix mumbled something that I couldn't quite make out but it didn't seem to matter once his finger pushed against something inside me that quite literally knocked the wind out of me. My thighs clamped around his head as I jerked to nearly sit up and uncontrollable moans poured out with a cry of his name. Tears pooled behind my closed lids. So good, and yet too much! How was one supposed to handle this?! Another crook of his finger and I went tumbling back to the ground, releasing my hold on him in favor of scratching at the grass and moaning praises.

A throaty laugh filled my ears as the only warning before he repeated the motion, not stopping afterward this time, instead quickening both finger and tongue.

“I-Infelix, I- Oh!”

With a shake of his head, he buried his face further into the apex of my thighs and then I felt a sucking on my sensitive nub. He was going to make my heart stop if something didn't give! The way his tongue moved in such perfect motions, slow then quick, hard then light, I could feel my entire body trembling as sweat beaded across my skin.

“Yes, that's it. Duktig flicka. Come for me,” he growled.

It was a battle to keep from thrashing, my entire body screaming at me to wrap around him and squeeze him tight while soaking up every sensation he was lavishly gifting me. My nails marked harsh crescents into his shoulders as my head snapped back with a scream. It was with great embarrassment and ecstasy that the knot in my belly finally broke.

“Infelix! Oh gods!”

A cold snarl joined my frantic moans and cries as I marked up his flawless skin. The dangerous noise only added another level of pleasure through my veins. It seemed he finally took pity on my frantic twitching and whining after some time, and drew back with a husky chuckle.

“Your sounds are the most angelic I've heard in my lifetime. I could listen to you singing my name for days,” he moaned roughly, “Alas, I know your body can only take so much. Thankfully, there will be many more days to cherish you.”

As mortifying as it was to hear such praise, the need to have him was more powerful. I couldn't wait to experience him in whole after that experience. I was practically burning up with the need to feel his skin against mine, have him fill the places that ached for him so.

“Please,” I whimpered, “Infelix, please.”

With a devilish smirk, the gorgeous demon leaned over me once more and rested on one forearm by my head, his hand sinking into my hair while the other reached between us. The shock of his hot length pressing against my entrance had me jumping and gasping.

“It's okay, Y/N. I've got you,” he murmured.

Before I had the chance to respond, a sharp pain shot through my core and an unbelievable fullness overcame my senses. Unable to control it, a weak cry of pain escaped and I found myself clinging onto him for comfort. Soft whispers filled the air around us and gentle kisses brushed against my lips, no doubt an attempt to distract me from the pain. It worked, very, very well. My hands found his shaggy locks and held on for dear life as he began moving.

No actual pain, but definitely not comfortable yet. Thankfully Infelix took incredible care with each rock of his hips. Whether it was from the incredible build-up or his extensive knowledge, the pressure and discomfort soon turned to unbelievable pleasure.

“Oh, Infelix. This- You- Amazing!”

He cut my stammered words off with a heady kiss and chose that moment to pick up the speed of his hips.

It was madness. Nothing on earth should feel as good as he felt. I was drowning in the bliss pounding through my being and wasn't sure I ever wanted to come back up. And then it hit me hard. This was now part of my life, my future. I could get lost in this beautiful, inhuman, man whenever we wished, and if it was this good now, how would it feel many times from now when we were more comfortable? That thought alone brought me near the breaking point once more.

“Good girl,” Infelix groaned as our lips broke apart, “Let me feel you come undone.”

His fingers immediately dove between us and found my oversensitive bundle of nerves. As if on command, my world crashed down around me once more, somehow even better than before. I could feel the burning in my throat as I screamed for him again, but couldn't bring myself to stop it. The ecstasy seemed unrelenting, surging higher with every thrust of his body into mine.

“Are you going to take all of me, Y/N?” he gasped out, nipping at my lower lip with a groan.

Speaking was impossible at this point so I nodded frantically at him. Of course I wanted everything he could give! He'd opened the gates to something so sinfully heavenly that I couldn't wait to have everything.

A heart-stopping snarl escaped his mouth before he latched onto my lips hungrily. Suddenly his hand jolted from between and snagged my jaw, shoving my head aside while his mouth resurfaced against my throat.

“Mine. All mine.”

Blinding pain seared through my neck without warning and set off another round of earth-shattering bliss as it quickly turned to pleasure. Between all the emotions and sensations, I felt him slow in pace and the warmth spilling into my core. It was with hot cheeks that I realized exactly what had occurred. Part of me found it terribly mortifying, but the majority of me found it incredibly arousing. He was true to his word; I was now his in all senses of the word. A little grin curved my lips at the realization and I gave in to the need to touch him again, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he rested his forehead against my temple.

“You are incredible, älskling,” he muttered lowly, “How are you feeling?”

I took a few moments to inventory everything that I was feeling and couldn't help but laugh a little.

“I feel wonderful. It's unbelievable that something I feared and worried over for so long turned out to be so... exciting.”

Infelix pulled back after a gentle kiss and immediately I missed his warmth and weight. As if sensing this, he patted my leg lightly and offered a smile.

“We need to get you to an actual bed with some water and food.”

…..

The sound of a door shutting tore me from the sweet embraces of sleep. Who could be coming into my house at night? As I slowly started to sit up, a dull ache bloomed all throughout my lower body and reality hit. I wasn't at home, and that meant the only person that could be entering the home would be the very man who had caused the delicious burning now plaguing my bottom half.

As soon as Infelix entered the bedroom, my face flared uncontrollably hot as he started stripping his clothing. The dancing flame of the candle from the corner of the room made the sight a dozen times more sinfully beautiful. I hadn't quite gotten to see just how toned his body was before. He was slender but not in an unhealthy manner. For a moment, it made my thoughts drop negatively as I compared my curvier form to his. He dropped his shirt aside and turned towards the bed, smirking when our gazes met. The bad thoughts were easily dismissed at the hunger and longing in his expression.

“You're awake. How do you feel? Do you need anything?”

I had to giggle at his concern.

“I'm okay, and no thank you. I appreciate the offer.”

A squeak of surprise escaped as he launched himself suddenly at the bed and immediately I found myself pinned under him. My heart hammered hard in my chest, as he rubbed his nose along mine, barely brushing our lips together.

“I want you to know that the man you feared shall no longer be a threat to anyone,” he spoke after a few minutes of silence, his voice serious and low, “While he would never be able to bring harm to you while you are with me, I could not sit by and allow him to hurt any other innocent either.”

For sometime I couldn't react. I wasn't sure how to react. There was something akin to guilt bubbling up, but relief came through most. Relief that I had somehow avoided that horrible situation. Relief that I hadn't just passed the curse onto some other poor woman. Guilt that I should feel bad that a human being had been killed, and yet honestly didn't.

“His soul was dirtier and more tainted than I had seen in years, min söt flicka. I don't know how he escaped my knowledge for so long, and for that, I apologize but I promise he will no longer hurt anyone.”

Hesitantly, I brought my palm to his face and ran my thumb along his sharp cheek bone before pulling him into a gentle kiss.

“Thank you. For everything.”

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silyabeeodess · 4 years

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I can’t draw the AHIT kids in PJs or work on any fics right now, so I’m gonna indulge myself with some cutesy holiday headcanons.

When Hat Kid first learns about Santa, she’s all for it--super excited about Christmas and the idea of a man giving gifts with a team of flying reindeer. She’s been through a lot, so she doesn’t even question that he might not exist. Outwardly, she’ll try to keep herself composed, but it’ll be obvious that she’s in a last minute rush to get everything ready for the holiday and Santa’s arrival: Writing a letter to Santa, making her own presents, decorating her ship the best she can with Cooking Cat’s advice, etc. She’ll have stars in her eyes for weeks on end, waiting for the big day.

Bow Kid’s a little more skeptical about the idea of Santa, but she’ll play along because it’s fun and Hat Kid’s really into it. It’s easy for her to get caught up in the excitement of the season and she can be caught humming carols as she goes about her day. She’ll probably look for more things to do around the planet for the holidays.

Mustache Girl doesn’t believe in Santa, so she just rolls her eyes at all of the “nonsense” the others are caught up in and will openly call them out on it. She’s not going to be in the Christmas spirit, so Hat Kid and Bow are going to need to drag her along with them against her will. She, begrudgingly, will play along at times--secretly even enjoying it all--but during the last few days to Christmas will get really nasty for seemingly no reason. In reality though, it’s because she hasn’t really had a good Christmas in a while so all of that magic is gone for her: She doesn’t want to be there when the others wake up to no Santa and realize some of the same things she did a long time ago.

Cooking Cat’s gonna be with the kids the entire time, helping Hat Kid decorate her ship and get some food ready (besides just cookies) so that they can enjoy a real meal for the holidays. She’ll probably plot with some other people to ensure that all three girls can have a great Christmas together and continue to believe in the magic of it.

The Mafia goons are gonna be kind of split on how they spend the holiday season. The Boss is pretty negative, openly mocking the girls--especially Hat Kid--for falling for all of the Santa stuff despite believing in it himself as a child *cough*: He’ll just boast about how he’s going to hold a massive feast the rest of the Mafia, more interested in boosting morale and partying overall. A lot of the goons have that same mindset, but some others are gonna kinda nervously chuckle and hide their true thoughts because some of them have kids and they’re not gonna disappoint their own children and/or have a soft-spot where Christmas is concerned. They just don’t wanna be laughed at by the rest of the gang. (Someone outside of the Mafia is gonna sneak into the Boss’s place and give him coal to wake up to on Christmas morning, just to make him mad and give everyone else something to laugh at.)

The Conductor’s gonna be somewhat bitter about it, acting like an absolute Scrooge, but he’ll put his work on hold because his family won’t stop insisting that he spend the holiday season with them--dropping over to visit at the last minute. Then, when the grandkids start talking about Santa, he’s gonna be real quiet about it the whole time. In reality, he’s absolutely the guy who’ll dress up as ole’ Saint Nick to put a smile on their face. If anyone finds out it’s him though, he’ll say it’s just good acting experience to keep him on his toes every year when the little ones try to invent new ways to catch Santa. Might have a tradition of running his own “Polar Express” for some extra cash.

DJ Grooves is all about having the biggest party around. While he does criticize his penguins, the holiday season is the main time of the year where they do see how he really does appreciate them. And he’s going to make sure to be the best host possible, so he’ll extend an invitation to anyone who wants to show up and have a good time. Expect nonstop dancing, eating/drinking, and music through the night and a few noise-complaint calls. No one’s gonna be able to stop him though: He does it every year, and it’s still nothing compared to his New Year’s celebrations.

Snatcher’s not really in a Christmasy mood, so the season is just business as usual to him: Mostly, he just stays on his toes since the winter weather can strengthen Vanessa’s ice. Then there’s his minions and the Dwellers... With a lot of them dying as children, the first Christmas was the absolute worst. Most of their families had been split apart upon death as it was and the ones that did still believe in Santa were worried sick because “would he even still think of them since they were dead?” If it weren’t for so many of them being so young, he probably would’ve told them to grow up. He kinda did, but for his own reputation. He couldn’t do much of anything about keeping to their traditions, so he just let the minions and Dwellers deal with the celebrations on their own, grumbling all the while as he “oversaw” it to “make sure they weren’t going to do anything stupid that would attract other spirits.” In secret, however, he did attach “playing Santa” to his usual chore for the mail--either putting some poor soul to the task under both a contract and heavy death threats if anyone caught them or doing it himself. Now that Hat Kid’s around for the holidays, it’s gonna be that all over again.

The Goats and Nomads don’t celebrate Christmas, but have their own holiday that’s more like a winter solstice celebration. There’s some gift-giving, but it’s mostly focused on feasting and a large, community festival. Gifts shared are either given to family members or other, very close loved ones, as it’s considered something a lot more personal than the rest of the celebrations.

The seals are all for the holidays, and now that they have to wait until they can get another boat--so they don’t have to spend it working for anybody--they’re going to take advantage of the situation and go full-in. It’s probably the busiest you’ll ever see them, although they’re still clumsy as ever. Most might just go to their families, but the rest are going to party together--and hopefully drag the Walrus Captain into their celebrations as well. He’ll go, because he’s got nothing else to do, they invited him and he can’t easily say no, and he thinks it’ll be a Christmas miracle if they don’t somehow hurt themselves just by putting up a tree. He’s kinda like a dreary uncle that does care, but won’t say anything and just plays along, because hey--it beats eating a microwave dinner alone at his place.

The Empress is more interested in banking on the open consumerism or any of her enemies’ weak points during the season than actually celebrating it. Therefore, while she might begrudgingly give some of her gang a little time off, she’ll still demand results from them. Meanwhile, she’ll take a bit of a break herself with a relaxing night-in alone. Do not disturb her unless you’ve got some really good news.

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hi i hope its okay to ask about your career? i'm on a crossroads in my life and one of the paths im interested in is fashion but im just so... torn? and i don't think many ppl take it seriously, like, as sth you do in life unles you profit really well... my family certainly doesn't see it as an option an im just very curious about your experience w/ studying and working in the industry

Honestly? I never in my life expected going to college for fashion. He'll, I spent half my childhood topless and barefoot in jean overalls, covered in dirt with a snake in each hand. My best friend from grades 4 through 7 was a sheep. I brought that sheep to a school dance. Seriously, fancy clothing was never for an instant a topic in my mind.

I always figured it was sort of shallow, you know? Fashion was for dumb rich people who paid too much for shoes you couldn't even hike in.

What I DID love, however, was Costume Design. All the cool outfits and armour and prosthetic bits in The Dark Crystal, and Star Wars, and Lord Of The Rings. And the practical effects! Ohhh I could go on. I loved it. I wanted to help create that magic.

And to be a Costume Designer, I had to go to school for Fashion Design.

And I will tell you right now: if someone is in a fashion design course? Good for you. It's hard work. But if you've GRADUATED your fashion design course?

Ho-lee-fuck. You have my immediate respect.

Getting a fashion design degree is a four year commitment, usually. Because I'm an idiot, I decided to finish it in two. And I did! But out of... I believe a starting class of 15-20? Only four of us graduated.

To highlight the worst of it? My family is poor. Pretty much all my classmates were either ludicrously wealthy or at least well-off. I had duct tape holding my sneakers together, and I worked on group projects with people wearing Louis Vuitton who had maids back home. They were nice enough, but the cultural disconnect was more jarring than I'd expected.

And the actual class work is hard. The people coming in with fantasies of becoming the next Kim K with little to no real physical labour or skill involved dropped out pretty quickly.

See, knowing how to draw was part of it, but the whole spectrum of classes involved Fashion History, Color Theory (Which is an ENTIRE course on just colors!), Life drawing, Digital illustration (for both factory instructions AND fashion images), Fashion illustration, Concept design and development, GERBER training (The only digitizing program for making patterns, apparently, which is garbage and makes me cry), Patternmaking, Trends (And how to predict/utilize them), Advertising, Basic web design, textile sciences (where we learned how to make fabric, design fabric, and analyze various materials and weaving/knitting techniques), and then the ACTUAL design and construction classes, where we finally got to learn how to use industrial machines and do a million sample pieces to cover sewing and ironing techniques before moving onto designing and sewing our own ideas.

If it sounds overwhelming, good. It IS overwhelming. I can't speak for others, but my mental and physical health both tanked. I worked 20 hour days and spent weeks at a time on campus without going home, mostly because I couldn't afford the train. If you have the opportunity to use the full four years, DO NOT RUSH LIKE I DID. It will CONSUME YOU. There were so many days where I woke up in a bathtub or under a table and thought, 'I made a mistake. I can't do this. I'm an idiot, I should quit, my life is hell.'

Really, I think the only reason I didn't because the only thing I am more than dumb is stubborn, and I have amazing friends and family who I could call and talk openly to, and I'd already flushed enough money down the campus toilet that quitting now with nothing to show for it would have been a move of eternal regret.

...BUT- and I must insist, BUT- I LEARNED SO MUCH. I had hardass teachers who made me cry, I learned about a system of corporate corruption and greed that starts with a seed and ends in farmers shooting themselves in the field and mothers losing children in villages across the world and the $3 dress you buy off the rack and the laws that make it possible. I learned that there are ways to Fuck that system, and I learned how to change that system. I learned where the problems are. I learned where the lies and misconceptions are. I learned about disability and ableism, fat shaming, diet culture, ageism, social hierarchy, revolution, historical trends that keep coming back and ideas so appealing that they didn't stop until people end up dead.

It's fascinating. It changes your worldview and the way you think. People need to know that fashion isn't just clothing- its everything from the way you hold your body to the food you eat, the color of your skin and hair, your wedding ring, your dog, your living room wall. It encompasses EVERYTHING, and I love that.

That being said, I graduated tired and hungry and went off to work a desk job just to breathe a little for about a year. Then I made fashion flats for factory production for a while, because the pay is good and I know how.

And I have so many opportunities open to me, now. I could work in a high-end boutique. I could be a patternmaker for wedding gowns, prom dresses, suits, costumes, bathing suits. I can and HAVE worked backstage in fashion shows. I can be a tailor, a costume designer, a stylist, a personal shopper, a curator- there are so many directions I can go from here, and for a while I even did small clothing adjustments for people to help ends meet.

It's a collection of skills I will always have that I can always use, no matter my social standing. I could lose my house, my family, my job, my mobility, but so long as I can communicate or hold a pencil I will have a valuable skill.

I'm in the process of applying for the IATSE film union, to be a costume designer. It's been four years since I started. I'm nervous, and excited, and anxious, but worst case scenario I can't get a foot in the door? I can make clothes for my children. I can tailor my own suits. I can do repairs for friends and neighbors. I can go to a store, look around, and say, "That's a bad deal. That's a bad investment. I can get good value out of this instead", and that's good, too.

At the end of the day, though, you know the most important thing I've learned?

My job is not my life. My job is what SUPPORTS my life. Having a job I love would be nice, but it's still only secondary.

Sorry, I ramble. Hope I could help!

#Suicide tw #fashion design

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How Trump Changed My Dad

tw: racism & all the prejudices

Last weekend, I saw my father, and, for the first time in my life, I heard him say racist things about Chinese people. In fact, this was the first time I heard him say anything this openly racist at all, except against “reptilians who call themselves Jewish.”

This isn’t some story about us uniting after a long period of time and him being a racist. My dad has always been in my life, and I love him very much. This is a story about how he has changed since Trump became president.

This is pretty long, so get the rest under the cut!

TL;DR: My dad has had his worldview skewed so radically due to conspiracy theories that he thinks that everything Trump says is true, and that has become a seed for racist remarks and ideas that are in direct opposition to viewpoints he had even last year.

It is interesting, and tragic, to reflect upon what Trump’s presidency has done to my family-- or, well, I suppose, my father. Before I really begin to get into this story, I am in no way condoning is point of view in any sort of way or trying to make excuses for him, because he is a grown adult who can make his own decisions. That said, he is also incredibly gullible under the correct circumstances. Unfortunately, Trump has kind of become those “correct circumstances.”

Before I get completely into this, I’d like to give some backstory on who my father is, because I think that’s important to realizing how absolutely floored my sister and I were to hear him say racist shit about Chinese people.

My dad grew up in a Jehovah's Witness family. If you’re unfamiliar with that sect of Christianity, they are a cult. My grandfather was excommunicated from the church when my father was young, and my dad (and all his siblings and my grandmother and my grandfather’s parents and brothers-- you get it: the whole family) was forbidden with interacting with him. To interact with my grandfather-- my dad’s dad --was to meet the same fate. No Jehovah's Witness is allowed to talk to someone who was excommunicated.

Despite this absolutely bizarre-ass rule, children are allowed to communicate with these people, so long as they’re not a full part of the church. My dad and his siblings were just not able to speak with my grandfather because my grandmother (and the rest of the family) were not allowed to interact, not because they were fully a part of the church. Thankfully, my father avoided the ceremony that would make him a true Jehovah's Witness throughout his life, so I have been able to correspond with my family who are still a part of the cult due to this loophole.

This loophole also made it possible for him to escape from an abusive situation with his step-father, and he moved in with my grandfather when he was thirteen.

I know this is exposition-heavy, but bear with me here. I want you guys to see the person I grew up with, not the guy that he is now, so you can understand why I am so confused and upset.

My dad is a fucking fantastic musician. He has so many good stories, but here are some highlights from his life:

* A close family friend who is a Native American taught him a lot about his culture. My dad likes to talk about how sacred nature is, and he also loves to talk about the very odd experience he had following the man’s meditation instructions. According to my father, he was teleported (in his mind) to a library where every book is the book of someone’s life. When the Librarian asked him if he wanted to read his book, he said no. This experience rattled him.

* He moved to the South Side of Chicago in the early 90s to chase his dream of music. He worked in a diner that was at an intersection where gang violence was common, and he lived even deeper south in the city than the diner. He recalls with horror what he saw, but he is quick to explain that there is a duality to people: people in gangs, he always likes to say, are just as human as the rest of us, and he always tells us he met “a kindness I never saw in anyone else,” in the people who came into his diner (especially the gang members).

* He also lived in Austin, Texas in the 90s, and played music with a band with an incredibly diverse background. He was on TV a few times (I imagine it was local, lol), and he loves to tell the story about the time that he ended up playing guitar at a Latinx club because he did a good job putting electricity into some guy’s house. He uses his story there to explain how to be humble-- he always tells us that everyone in the club was dancing to the salsa tune, then his dumbass had a guitar solo and he played the blues, which killed the vibe. “Always take in your surroundings.”

* When getting a tattoo, the tattoo artist mentioned in passing that a biker had paid her with his soul for a tattoo. My dad and his friend were drunk, and they bough the guy’s soul for $20 and planned to use it “to get big.” The next day, they were sitting at the table with this guy’s soul contract, and my dad said that something came over him-- “I knew that if I did what I wanted to do, I would get famous, but I also knew it wasn’t worth it.” He burned the contract. The karmatic repercussions of using some poor guy’s soul to become famous just isn’t worth it.

My father also taught me how to respect life. I lack empathy. I feel like I would have a much harder time with my life without my father’s patience in my earlier years. He taught me how to be socially appropriate in a way that wasn’t demeaning, unlike the rest of my family who berated me (and continue to do so) when I did something they viewed as wrong. One particular story sticks out:

When I was about nine or ten, we were camping with his side of the family. I caught a crawdad (crayfish for you non-Appalachian folk) out of the creek, and I was very curious what color it would turn if I boiled it. So, I did just that.

I’m definitely not proud of that.

My dad had always tried to explain to me the sanctity of life and how we shouldn’t just kill things prior to this, but that time he really seemed upset. He told me how disrespectful it was to the animal, and then told me to think about what it would be like to be boiled alive. He then told me I should at the very least eat the thing, which... I told my cousin to do because I am a picky eater.

That lesson definitely stuck with me more than, “Don’t kill spiders.” or, “Hunting for sport is wrong.”

Throughout my life, my father has been the level-headed one. He has been the one with useful life advice who actually knows how to have friends and talk to people. He has been the man I looked to to be socially appropriate and a “good person” because my mother has been chronically unable to keep any sort of friendly relationship for anyone longer than a year or two. She isn’t a very good social role model.

So, imagine my surprise last weekend hearing my dad talk about how much he hates the Chinese.

His basis? The time we went to California, and “they were way worse than the other drivers.”

I looked him dead in the eye and said, “Dad, everyone sucks at driving in California. It isn’t just Chinese people. White people can’t drive either.”

Now, I know he doesn’t hate Chinese people because of their driving. We went to California in 2004. He has never once mentioned a goddamn thing about Chinese people not being able to drive (or Chinese people in general regarding that trip), so it’s pretty fishy he would suddenly bring it up sixteen years later.

This is especially odd since I’ve only ever heard him sing words of praise for Chinese immigrants, or, honestly, immigrants in general-- up until about a year ago, but we’ll get to that in a minute.

When my parents split-- and I know this may seem like another unnecessary deviation, but hold with me here --my dad’s obsession began. He moved in with his father, my grandfather, the man who hadn’t seen any of his family aside from my father and me for thirty years. My grandfather was a doomsday prepper. He owned something like 300 acres of land in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains down in what is known as a “Holler” here-- a small community of people who are very close to each other, live on the same road and are usually pretty friendly toward each other.

My grandfather also deeply believed in the corruption of the government, and how that would inevitably be the downfall of everything. While he wasn’t spouting anything about Hollow Earth or the sky actually being a projection, the man was distrustful of all things establishment. This kind of thought process definitely didn’t help my dad when he was going through a divorce, and I remember he really got into learning more about the 2012 Doomsday at the time.

To back up a bit, my parents have always been conspiracy theorists. My mom claims to have prophetic visions and that she is in contact with a Gray alien, which, yes, is probably just the schizophrenia, but my dad never questioned her and honestly, believed her. He was all about aliens and Area 51 and “Bush did 9/11″ when my parents were still together. He only got worse when he moved away, taking up the Doomsday stuff and digging deeper into 9/11, and then kept falling down this fucking abyss of a rabbit hole when he moved from my grandfather’s place into an apartment in the suburbs.

There, he didn’t have things to do after work. He didn’t need to attend to the horses. He didn’t have the hills to walk through. He had himself and oh dear god, man

The release of the first Assassin’s Creed was where the decline became noticeable. We bought the game, and the next time I saw him, he was telling me about the Knight’s Templar. As the years wore on, he only got worse.

If you guys have seen the “Q Map,” that shit is all shit I can explain to you. Yes, I can tell you about the Draco-Reptilian Nazi Fleet, the Space War, and how Draco-Reptilian Nazis live in Hollow Earth. I can tell you how the Vatican relates back to the Knight’s Templar back to Moloch back to Egyptian Pharaohs back to Ishtar up to modern-day banks.

Look, I myself am gullible. I have the same kind of trait that makes me very paranoid and distrustful of people, especially authority.

My dad was spouting shit about “Kh****ian Jews” and how they were actually reptilian people (not real Jews!) who owned all the world’s banks and were trying to manipulate the populous into a One World Government, and, I’m sad to say, I believed it. Then, thank god I met my partner who shut down my bullshit really fast and has been a wonderful person to ground myself with.

(For those curious, my dad has asked for my partner’s bloodtype because they’re Jewish, and was visibly relieved when I told him it was B- instead of “an RH bloodtype” because that means that my partner is human... yeah.)

All that to say that I have an open mind. I’m willing to at least humor the idea of Nazis in Antarctica based on Admiral Byrd’s papers. Hell, I even humored my dad’s Flat Earth bullshit for a little bit, until I watched that Netflix documentary of Flat Earthers trying to prove the planet is flat, but only further proving it is round. I’m totally willing to listen to alternate ideas, and I definitely find a lot of merit in many conspiracies.

This isn’t about aliens visiting Egypt or civilizations predating Sumeria, though, this is about my dad tripping on conservative conspiracy theorists and falling into a tailspin down the wrong fork in the trail.

This started with him listening to what he describes as “an underground conservative news channel.” He originally began being wary of the Democrats because he believed Hillary Clinton was a reptilian, but he originally was like, “Yeah, all politicians are these reptilians.” I honestly have no idea when that changed. The man didn’t even care all that much about politics until around the time of the 2016 election.

I’m assuming this is because Clinton was running, and he felt invested in not letting a reptilian become president? I swear, this man has a whole section of his brain dedicated to “Why The Cintons Are Bad,” and that only got worse as the 2016 stuff ramped up.

He started watching Alex Jones. I lived with him during this time, but I was going to college so I wasn’t home with him very often. I’d come home to the TV on Alex Jones practically foaming at the mouth every night and my dad asleep on the couch. Around this time, he started talking down to Democrats, which, hey, that’s fine, both parties in this country suck, and he honestly was interested in Bernie as a candidate.

He does still like Bernie, for the record. He even said this year that he wouldn’t mind Bernie as president.

The election rolled around; Trump got elected. Then, a lot of stuff happened.

* My dad was working for my uncle (his brother-in-law) and also renting from him. My uncle was barely paying him enough to live, so he decided to take his old job back.

* Shortly thereafter, my uncle sold the house my dad was living in. He didn’t even offer it to my dad. He fucking sold it under his nose. Not to mention, my dad was the one who put in all the flooring, bathrooms, wallpaper, etc into the house.

* My dad moved into a small farmhouse in the middle of a corn field. His old house was in a town, so he at least had interaction with other humans outside work. There are so few houses on the road he lives on that it doesn’t even have the ability to buy internet if he wanted to.

Living very much alone in the middle of a goddamn field has really impacted him.

My dad surrounds himself with what he believes to be unbiased news, but outright says are “underground conservative news outlets.” I mean, the majority of his time is spent listening to this fucking bullshit, playing old video games and jamming on the guitar.

Since the election, my dad has come to view Trump as an absolute force of good. He does admit that he does not like Trump as a person, and that he thinks that he’s honestly pretty gross, but he has been more-or-less brainwashed to believe that Trump is going to “save this country.”

Why?

* Trump is weeding out “the people the Clintons put in.”

* Trump is “going to make sure people who committed treason get what they deserve.” He points to John McCain and how Trump evidently tweeted something nine months before McCain died that eluded to the date?

* Those people who are committing treason are also part of a child trafficking ring and drink the blood of terrified children. I mean... maybe minus the blood drinking, but at least this one makes some sense, I guess.

* Trump is disbanding the Federal Reserve, which means that he is “taking the reptilians out of this country!” as well as putting the US dollar back onto the gold standard-- as if we have that much gold.

These were the original reasons why he liked Trump. He really thought, and continues to think, that the fucking orange in office has the best interest of America at heart just because he isn’t a politician. Anybody who ran for office who wasn’t a politician and got elected would have my dad’s praise, but it just happened to be Trump.

And what does that mean? It means my dad began by not agreeing with all Trump’s policies. It means my dad had a fucking brain, that he drew those conclusions himself with some aid of “”news”” (conspiracy) outlets.

But, because of the trust that he has put into this man, and the trust he has put into his “underground conservative news,” my father has allowed his perception of reality to become so incredibly skewed. For example:

* “Trump’s tweets are encoded by a quantum supercomputer to give news to the masses! Every misspelled word, random number and incorrectly capitalized letter means something, and it changes every time!”

* Dad says he doesn’t mind immigrants, but he constantly talks about how the people who want to get into America “aren’t actually struggling.” He pointed to something that happened in Mexico a little while ago and said that the people trying to get in weren’t starving, and he said that was all because they were a distraction hired by the Democrats to pull news from the trafficking of children over the border to contribute to the “adrenochrome market.” This is where some of his racist shit started.

* He believes all earthquakes in America in the last four years have been due to the Democrats “blowing up underground bunkers” to hide the fact that they are “conducing illegal human research.” He believes there is a whole world underground full of clones, and claims that ships docked on the West Coast exist there to help people that they take out of these underground cities. He also, of course, believes Trumpy-poo is the whole reason why “those poor people” are being liberated.

* According to him, there are Chinese tanks in the Amazon, and China is mounting an invasion on America. Believe it or not, this isn’t where he started talking shit about Chinese people.

* Trans* people do not exist. He also has become worryingly fixated on who he thinks is trans*? Literally any concert he sees on TV with a female lead singer becomes him pointing out “why that is actually a dude.” He’s also very fixated on “Michelle Obama is actually a man.” When we ask him why the hell that matters, he says it’s dishonest because “no man wants to be a woman.” Christ.

* On that note, he told me point-blank that women have more rights than men. I am AFAB. I fucking bluescreened.

* The BLM movement is just a way to deter from the election. The Democrats are busing in people to start riots and make cities shut down. “It isn’t a natural escalation of things to destroy your own neighborhood.” He also thinks the whole movement is shit beyond that because, “Everyone gets treated like shit by the police. I’ve been held down and beaten by a cop-- it’s just part of living in a city.” I... moving on

* “COVID-19 was created by the Chinese for the Democrats to skew the election.” He then points out all the sicknesses that broke out around other elections, like SARS and H1N1. This is where the sudden hatred of China comes from.

There is also just... so much more, but it is so incredibly tiring to try to think of all the things he tells me. Every time I look away to edit this anecdote, I remember more bullshit, so this is going to be the finalized list.

So, all-in-all, my dad went from being a very empathetic, compassionate man to having those traits used against him to believe that being racist is okay. My dad got sucked into politics because he was worried about the country being ran by reptilians, and now he believes that wearing a mask during a global pandemic is “unpatriotic” despite spending the majority of his life complaining about patriotism.

My sister and I try to set our dad straight. Any time he says something racist, we counter it the best we can, and it usually comes down to, “I’m not talking about all of them. I’m talking about the ones the Democrats paid off to do this stuff.” Unfortunately, there is no convincing him otherwise on that part, because if we try to show him anything regarding it, he deflects by saying that we got it from “a mainstream news source.”

I feel powerless as all hell because my dad has become something very distressing, and Trump / conspiracies are all he ever talks about. I can only hope that his absolute bullshit “underground conservative news outlets” either get shut down so he has to look elsewhere or that he somehow finds some news source that he trusts that isn’t sucking Trump’s dick. I don’t know.

#anecdote #personal #trump #xenophobia #racism #homophobia #prejudice #conspiracy #conspiracy theory #please keep an eye on your local conspiracy theorist lest they become like this #writing #article

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Thoughts on 6x01 & 6x02

Season 6 spoilers ahead...

6x01

- Ugh I hate the Spacekru gang up on Clarke... like she’s saved ALL of your asses a billion times, jesus give her a break. Also if you all would just COMMUNICATE we wouldn’t have these issues!! Especially annoyed that Murphy is against her though... like WTF I was sure he’d come around after Bellamy. Surprised yet loved Echo low key sticking up for Clarke though.

- Season 1 parallels!! Miller mentioning “We’re back, bitches” had me smiling so hard. Wish they would have thrown in a callback to the first Bellarke convo with “The air could be toxic” but I guess we can’t have it all...

- Murphy diving into the water and then pulling Emori in with him made me so happy. Also reminded me of the first “mission” on Earth when Octavia jumped in the water and got attacked. I wonder if that crossed Clarke’s mind but she didn’t say anything because no one from that day was there (and 3 of the 5 are dead 😔)

- Shaw, NO! I honestly did not expect that to happen. I more concerned for Raven’s sake though. She is going to be so sad just as she was FINALLY starting to be happy again. Ugh I just want her to have happiness like she deserves but also so she can stop hating Clarke and blaming others for her trauma.

- Okay but Clarke AGAIN risking herself to go after Shaw and turn the fence off... and Bellamy’s “NO CLARKE STAY BACK!” Man, he’s going to continue to have a tough time keeping her alive again...

- God I love John Murphy. From breaking into the houses nonchalantly to singing along and trying to dance with Emori. He’s the best (Now just forgive Clarke already)

- The Bellarke convo about the radio calls was so pure and had me crying I’m so happy. Clarke’s face when Bellamy mentioned them and the relief when he told her that Madi mentioned them... yo she was worried he heard something. Like what did you say on those calls, Clarke??!? Then after she tries to explain them and says he probably thinks she’s crazy and he just whispers “it’s not crazy” I swear my heart stopped. Of course he had to throw in a joke after though because my OTP can’t handle too much serious emotion when it comes to one another. (Like me IRL)

- Omg the eclipse induced psychopathy I was honestly thinking it would happen later from the trailer (idk why) but I’m so glad we get this over and out of the way.

- I love having the adventure squad together again it seriously fills my heart! I’m getting season 1 vibes again by going back and forth from the kids on the ground to the “adults” in space. Love it

6x02

- Okay yes Bellamy, Clarke and Murphy locked in a room, here for it. And you TELL EM Clarke! Finally appreciate her standing up for herself but honestly girl go off you constantly save EVERYONE and they still have the nerve to hate you for the decisions you’re forced to make. I’d like to see someone else try to lead and save the goddamn world. And don’t think I missed the “When I’m in charge, people die. Isn’t that what you said?” subtle line directed at Bellamy. Damn... 125+ years later and Hakeldama is STILL a major plot point.

- Damn, Octavia really hates herself behind this mask. She was asking for that fight, the pain is the only thing making her feel alive. But please, the whole “I saved you” shit... come on. She’s so power hungry and delusional. If anyone saved them it’s fucking Clarke.

- Raven is so smart to wake Diyoza. I love how Diyoza immediately goes into war mode and makes a plan of attack. She is def needed and should become an essential member of the team. Although I appreciated Raven’s input on the plan to make sure it was too ~murdery~. They actually made a pretty good team.

- Wasn’t that surprised that Echo couldn’t handle the psychosis and tranquilized herself. Now comparing to how Clarke’s psychosis was only attacking herself and she STILL pulled through it... Just saying it’s clear who is mentally stronger and there is a reason Clarke has been a natural leader all this time. Aka she’s never been selfish and is always trying to help everyone else.

- My poor Clarke! Her psychosis of her mom telling her to just kill herself was heartbreaking. Also makes me wonder why that was her reaction to the toxin. Like it says it makes you turn people you love and that was clear for Emori & Murphy (& Bellamy with Clarke later hehe), but rather than that, she goes after herself. And we damn well know that she loves her friends, especially Bellamy, so I’m curious to know if there is a reason why.

- Of course! Madi fits through the vents, duh. I felt real dumb for not seeing that coming. Lol

- Omg so much happening with this crazy fighting sequence of Murphy and Clarke v Bellamy. I hate yet love it at the same time. My new OT3

- NO BELLAMY GET OFF OF CLARKE. Omg he is going to regret this so much when they are fine again...

- Adventure squad 2.0 hits the ground. This time Octavia was the stowaway instead of Bellamy. Hmm more season 1 parallels, me like

- Oh god, who has to explain what happened to Shaw to Raven...

- That aerial shot of Bellamy, Clarke and Murphy with Bellarke TANGLED together... yes! Love it, here for it, give me more

- Bellamy’s face when he remembers what he did to Clarke had me DEAD. And her simple touch to his arm to let him know without words that they are okay... They have to address that in the next episode, PLEASE

- The cliffhanger ending with the children asking if they are here to take them home was crazy but my real question is: Where the hell are all of these children’s parents??

I’m honestly glad that about 60% of the trailer was made up of scenes from those first 2 episodes (as it should), because that means there is SO MUCH more for us to enjoy. Omg this is going to be one hell of a season and I CANNOT WAIT.

#the 100 #the 100 spoilers #the 100 season 6 #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #raven reyes #john murphy #6x01 #6x02

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Failed Lessons || Modern ArthurXF!reader

So I had gotten a suggestion for an idea for a fic, and halfway through me writing it, my kid decided to try to eat my phone, deleting everything. So I said fuck it 😂 i needed to write something cute to get my mind off it. So have some fluff!!

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He doesn't notice her walk in at first. Her steps are light and she's gentle on the door as she opens and closes it behind her. That's why when she finally speaks, Arthur nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Looks like it’s just me and you tonight sir.”

“Jesus Christ! Woman you nearly gave me a heart attack!” He shouts as he clutches his chest before taking a deep breath.

He quickly closed what looked like a journal of sorts and set it down on the desk in front of him before sighing and meeting her eyes.

“Wasn’t my intention, I promise.” She says intently, taking a few steps forward and placing what looked to be a slew of art supplies on a table in the middle of the room. “I was running late so I figured you would have already started, but…..”

“Yeah…” He looked around at the two empty rows of tables, and then back to her as she stood near one a row away from him. “Suppose schedulin' this at seven pm on a Tuesday wasn’t the best idea.”

She let a string of gentle amused laughter pass her lips and Arthur couldn't help but to notice that it was a pleasing sound to his ears.

“Yeah, can’t see too many adults this day in age having the free time to take a free art class at the community center on an evening in the middle of the week.”

“Alright, now yer just rubbin' salt in my wounds.” He says through a chuckle.

She chuckles along with him until she notices that he's packing up his own supplies.

“Hey, you aren't gonna leave are you?”

“That was the plan, unless you plan on tryin’ to endure two hours of my company alone.”

She smiled at him and grabbed her things before replacing them on the table right in front of his desk.

“I didn't fight to find a parking spot amidst all those youth basketball moms just for my art teacher to run out on me due to his poor planning.” She teased as she sat in one of the two chairs at the table, patting the other one in a gesture for him to sit.

“I'm (Y/n) by the way.” She says as she opens her sketchpad and neatly arranges a few pencils next to it.

“Arthur.”

A soft smile tugs at her lips as she looks up at him. “It’s nice to meet you Arthur. I'm not gonna lie, you aren't exactly who I was expecting to be leading this class.”

“Oh yeah?” He questions as he sits down next to her and places his supplies on the table. “And who exactly was you expectin'?”

“Some wrinkly old lady dead set on teaching about the exciting art of knitting maybe.”

That pulls a laugh from Arthur’s mouth. He opens his journal to a blank page before looking over at her supplies and then her. She had started doodling on her pad so Arthur took the time to study her.

He watched her eyes dart across the page silently as she made lines and shades here and there across the paper, noting the pretty shade they turned when the bright light of the room hit them just right.

He found himself attracted to her, glad that she seemed to be the only adult in the city with the free time to take an evening art class.

“So, you gonna teach me anything or are you just gonna stare at me for two hours?” She asked playfully as she looked over at him.

Arthur could feel the blush creeping to his cheeks at being caught, hoping that it wasn’t as deep as it felt.

“My apologies, didn’t mean to be a creep.” He muttered, before picking up his own pencil and sneakily starting a profile sketch of the woman next to him.

“No apologies needed.” She responded before resuming her drawing. “So, Arthur, is this your full time job, or are you just channeling your inner Bob Ross for a night?”

He laughed at that, and she smiled at the sound of it, secretly happy she could pull such a sound from the man.

“Well technically, this is my day job, just not here. I teach, or attempt to teach, art at the middle school a few blocks from here.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise but kept her eyes on the paper in front of her. “So you teach art to children?”

“Like I said, I attempt to. The lot of them usually just end up havin' a competition to see who can leave class covered in the most paint, or lead, or charcoal, or whatever.”

The statement itself would make anyone seem like he hated his job, but (Y/n) noticed that there was no malice in his words. In fact, there was a subtle happiness in his eyes now as he switched pencils and continued to draw.

She couldn't help it, but as she was looking at him she noticed just how handsome he was. His brown hair was a little past the middle of his ear and parted on the left side, tufts of it swaying gently as he moved with his pencil.

His eyes were the prettiest shade of blue-green she had ever seen, like the ocean on the clearest and sunniest of days. And he had the starting stubble of what was surely a nice beard growing in.

He was god damn dreamy.

“And what is it you do for a livin', miss?”

“I actually teach as well, believe it or not. Ballet.”

He looked over at her with a teasing grin. “Ballet huh? You any good?”

“Well I do teach it, so……”

“…. Right.”

They both shared a lighthearted chuckle at Arthur's failed attempt at teasing her before falling into a companionable silence. They sat next to each other with nothing but the sound of pencil, paper, and a few words here and there between them for almost three hours, and it would have been more had Arthur not glanced down at his watch and noticed the time.

“Jesus.” He muttered as he sat back in his chair and wiped his face with his hands. “I reckon we’re the only ones here at this hour.”

She looked up from her nearly finished sketch and yawned as she nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, didn’t realize time was moving so fast.”

She stood up and gave a long stretch before beginning to pack away her pencils. Arthur reached for his own belongings as well, but before he could make any progress he happened to lock eyes with her sketchpad, his own eyes thinning in confusion.

“Well shit, miss.” He muttered as he slid the pad closer to himself and gazed at the picture on the paper with a mixture of emotions.

He looked up at her in hopes of conveying his question, but when he saw that she wasn’t catching on he decided to look back down.

“This is…..well…. me, first of all, but besides that it’s really damn good.”

“You really like it? Wasn't too sure if I was gonna do you justice.”

Arthur still looked utterly lost. A silence hung between them for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and slid the object back to her.

“You do know this was a class for beginners, right?”

She couldn't help but to chuckle softly to herself as she started to gently tear the drawn on paper from the stack. She could feel Arthur watching her as she gently scribbled on a clean portion of it before pushing it over to Arthur.

“I do know this class was for beginners actually, and I’m afriad I haven’t been very truthful with you Arthur.” She giggled out as she gathered her things in her arms and turned to him. “I teach ballet at the dance company a couple blocks from here, but I also teach a few classes here from time to time. I was on my way to my car when I saw you in here looking a little lonely, figured I’d come keep you company if you wanted it.”

It took Arthur a moment to react, his eyes scanning hers for any sign of a lie, before his confusion gave way to soft laughter.

“So you dance, you draw, you lie, is there anything you don't do miss?” He asked with an amused tone.

She joined in his laughter as she slowly headed towards the door to the hallway, her hand stopping on the knob so she could look back at Arthur.

“I don't text back after twelve.” She said cheekily, nodding towards the drawing on the table before turning and leaving the room.

Arthur’s brows were knit together as he looked back down towards the little scribble now in the bottom right corner of the paper. It was her name, and what he presumed was her phone number, and all he could do was scoff as he neatly folded and tucked the paper into pocket.

************

Later that evening, at around eleven fifty-eight, (Y/n) smiled softly to herself as she lay in her bed. She stared up at her phone in her hands, the bright light illuminating the surrounding darkness.

She hadn’t been expecting the notification, but there it was, a text from an unknown number. She opened it and laughed out loud when she read it.

‘Did I make it?’

Her thumbs tapped away before hitting send. With a content smile, she locked her phone and placed it on her nightstand before settling into her bed for the night.

***********

When Arthur's phone went off at exactly twelve he felt that he opened the text a little to rapidly for his liking. Though, when he finally did read it, he was glad he had. His nerves had been racing at the idea of texting her, but when he saw her response it all melted away.

‘You sure did. Have a good night Arthur. P.S. Shitty class by the way, I didn’t even learn anything ;)’

He chuckled to himself and tossed his phone on his bed.

“What a woman.”

He stripped down to his boxers and flipped the lights off before collapsing in his bed. He knew he was going to be dogshit tired during class later that day, but he finds himself thinking it was worth it. Especially when he finally drifts to sleep and can only recall dreaming of a certain sneaky ballet teacher.

#arthur morgan #rdr #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #fluff #modern arthur morgan #teacher arthur morgan

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theaterkid821 · 5 years

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Gather ‘round peeps. It’s story time. (Spoilers for changes so don’t read if you’re seeing it soon in the future)

Pre-show

So the first thing I feel like I need to say is that if you are a purist for what they call BMC 1.0, you may not like this. There were a lot of changes to lyrics and lines. It was the same show we all love, but it was different. I loved most of the changes but I can see why some people wouldn’t.

In Will Roland’s bio, he says “actor/singer/human.” That’s not important to the show, but it was important to me that you know that.

Also something for my fellow plus size people, the seats are not the most accommodating. Hopefully that isn’t a deterrent, but it is something you should probably know.

They have a thing called squiptheline.com where you can preorder your merch and pick them up. I got poster, sticker pack, and lip balm (they are mountain dew and mountain dew red)

And then it begins...

They had the SQUIP do the intro and it was beautifully hysterical.

They lit up the dot on the “i” (which was a little pill) on the curtain-thing

The shelves behind Jeremy’s bed were full of nerd shit and it was beautiful.

Jeremy has glasses. Nerd level even higher

Jeremy’s dad comes on with unwashed bowls of cereal, old pizza boxes, and cartoons on. Really adds to his depressed aesthetic.

When he’s leaving, you see the mailbox full of mail.

He comes back on as the bus driver so quickly.... how?

During the dance bit, he runs into everyone and shouts “girls!” and then shouts “boys!”

Instead of “so Jenna Roland... I mean slutty” dialogue, they change it to “What are you staring at.... I’ve never even noticed him.”

Signup comes from up above. It’s awesome.

Christine comes on to catch her Eos chapstick (as someone who uses Eos chapstick, I can tell you this is 100% accurate) and then dramatic application

After second verse, before Michael’s entrance, they have Chloe talk dodge a question about her and Jake’s breakup and then Jenna says she saw him with someone. To which Chloe responded, “tell me everything” and then exited.

George Salazar is amazing and I love him.

Even from the beginning, with Michael you weren’t sure on the LGBTQ+ spectrum he was, but he DEFINITELY wasn’t straight.

(Headcannon #1 they used; Michael’s has 2 moms); when seeing the infamous “boyf” “riends,” he took out his phone to take a selfie and said “my mothers would be thrilled!”

Play thing came down from the sky again and Christine lay on the floor for a little bit so you could see her face underneath until it covered her

She did the chorus line dance!

The awkwardness of the scene before I Love Play Rehearsal. 10/10.

The popular kids knocked Christine and Jeremy off the chairs (my poor babies!)

Slightly after Jake impressing Christine: “Why are you guys doing the play anyways” “Brooke’s doing it because of Chloe, Chloe’s doing it because of me, and Rich is doing it because he’s my boy” “and why are you doing it” “well i’m doing it because of you”

Bathroom scene even had the florescent lights come down.

Rich flushes Jeremy’s head down the urinal (poor child I wanted to hug him)

They whispered “so its like... drugs?” “it’s better than drugs Jeremy”

ITS FROM JAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN. ‘Nough said

The projection behind the backup was TERRIFYING. They projected people all in white behind them doing the movements.

The rolled the bed on stage for 2 Player Game

Screaming “The cafetorium!” and then having the quieter music as they sit and play the game, emotionless was beautiful.

“You’re like this bottle of Crystal Pepsi that expired in 1996″ “Is that safe for human consumption?” “Gets better with age”

They had a projection of the game in the background at the end.

They had fog in the shoebox as well as a blue light

“to activate take with mountain dew... not sure why.... and this is important, to deactivate-we’re sold out!”

And then never ended that thought...

“how do you feel?” “like...” singing to add to the dramatic moment and then... “a chump.”

“this guy is hooking me up with a case of ecto-something (i forget). It’s the ghostbusters drink they discontinued in the 90s!” “What does it taste like?” *whispered* “Ghosts!”

(Headcannon #2 they used; Jeremy being a furry); “my default mode you can also set me for... sexy anime female in cat suit with tail.”

They added an intro to Be More Chill

They cut out “i’m a super computer Jeremy, I’m made of math”

The SQUIP was sitting on the clothing rack for the clothing store part

Chloe broke a hanger after hearing he went with Madeline

For Do You Want a Ride, it started with Brooke began by slowly dragging the straw in and out of her soda can ;)

For the Reprise of Be More Chill, they had both the old lady in the track suit, and a lady in the scooter

her license plate said “bingo queen”

SQUIP comes back on in this weird jacket

New song here! Synched Up!

The SQUIP fixes his vision and he doesn’t need the glasses

It’s hard to describe the song, but it’s about friends being “synched” and how everyone is hiding something underneath.

You hear Michael a couple times, but you don’t see him

Talking about Mr. Reyes “his dreams are dead. That’s why he eats so many hot pockets” (hot pockets is sing-song)

When Jeremy says he was doing performance art, Christine has her own idea for a performance art piece. You don’t hear anything about the idea until then end when she’s squatting and shouts “and then I give birth to the bowling ball!”

You don’t hear it because the SQUIP is talking to Jeremy saying she’s unusual because she doesn’t seem to care what anyone else thinks.

During play rehearsal: “bring me patient zero!” “cough!” (she says cough). Then Brooke says her line in stressed iambic pentameter.

They had little hearts for Guy I’d Kinda Be Into

The SQUIP was all ready to point to Jeremy at the end and then was like “wtf” when she said Jake

They had bleachers for the football field for the scene before and during Upgrade

“She wants to make out with you” “Ive never made out with anyone in my life”

End of Brooke’s solo in the beginning, they changed. “So kiiiiiiiiiiiiss meeeeeeee.” *giant pause and then repeated melody* “like noooooooooooooooow”

They added dialogue after Jake and Christine which lead to this layering thing of them all singing “I’m tired of being the person that everyone thinks that I am”

Loser Geek Whatever is so much more emotional than even when i saw it off broadway.

The SQUIP came back out in a very elaborate dress/jacket thing. It was cool

They played a jazzy version of the Pants Song during intermission

Christine dressed as a sexy princess

They added more harmonies to Halloween

Chloe was wasted for Do You Wanna Hang

The SQUIP fell onto the bed after going into factory setting

They took out the

Michael In the Bathroom... if you have a chance to see George Salazar perform this live, I highly recommend

Christine and Jeremy communicating through sounds is beautiful and just... a mood.

There was a sparkly red bra behind them

Rich takes a pumpkin and sets the house on fire.

For Smartphone hour, the changed the first verse of the chorus to “Rich set a fire and he burned down Jake’s house” which helps me immensely (fun fact, someone once thought I was crazy because my friend once texted me “did Rich set his own house on fire, or Jake’s house?” and they saw it and thought my friends were arsonists. I mean, I am somewhat insane, but... not for that reason)

Michael and the dad’s female characters came down from the ceiling.

Michael had shark slippers, Rich had unicorn slippers, and Jeremy’s dad was in a onesie that said “naughty”

I have said this before and I will say this again, it takes real courage to be on stage in front of a few hundred people and sing whilst in your boxers

Michael was wearing weed socks and was smoking of course

Jeremy’s dad thought he was burning incense lol

Christine: “Everyone is hurting and I don’t know how to help. So I guess I’ll just do theatre.” got such a laugh

They basically rewrote all the lyrics for Pitiful Children

Robotic kick-line

Christine knows what a SQUIP is because someone in her theatre camp took one and is now in a mental hospital... coincidence?

The SQUIP comes down from the sky and his chest lights up

Michael breaks through the paper scenery for “MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE!”

Everyone in zombie costumes for the fight scene makes the parallels to the game so much better

Rich has the lisp!

(Headcannon #3 they use; Rich and Michael); “anti-social headphones kid... is he single?” *sees him* “oh hiiiiii.” “Hi Rich,” *very awkwardly* “Bye Rich!” If you don’t want it, you don’t have to see it. But if you do ship it... oh my god.

He puts on his glasses again!

(Headcannon #4 they use; calling the group the squad); they rewrote the verse for Chloe, Jake, Brooke, and Jenna. they say to Jeremy “we’re your squad” not exactly the SQUIP squad, but still

When asked what her SQUIP looked like, Christine said RBG

For the date, Jeremy suggests the performance art she said she wanted to do.

At the end, there’s a projection of the SQUIP in the background

I’m tagging people who liked the previous post or commented so... Tag list: @molly-wonder-queer @72748-blog @simranthefangirl

#Be More Chill #be more chill musical

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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Thinking some more about the sort of training that the siblings would have gone through,,, Going to put this under a read more since it’s gon get LONG

LUTHER: Luther is deceptively the easiest one with the simplest and more straightforward power in my opinion? His powers are super strength and durability. So of course there would be general strength training, weights, etc. But endurance would have been a fucker. Having Luther hold massive weights for long periods of time until Luther physically couldn’t anymore. You can’t tell me that old Reggie would have been a good spotter, especially for the sort of weights Luther would have been on, so either Grace is stronger than she looks and helped out (possible) or Reggie just had Luther train without a spotter (depressingly likely). How often did Luther get hurt during his straining? Strain muscles? Drop weight or other objects on himself when he couldn’t hold it up anymore under the disappointed eyes of his father? Of course, I’m sure there would be shotput esque training. Luther hurls a bad guy out of a bank window, after all. He’s no Diego but I’m sure Reggie would have thrown in some throwing accuracy training for efficiency. And of course his power of durability - which I am actually afraid to theorize about? Are his bones more durable? I’m going to have to assume his muscles and bones are more durable due to the weights and shit he’s capable of lifting. Does he bruise? What sort of force is required to injure him? These are questions I am sure Reginald Hargreeves has written somewhere in that notebook of his but I am afraid to know how he found them out. DIEGO: Diego obviously has the power to throw things with incredible accuracy, curving them mid air and capable of manipulating their path. I’ve seen some things floating around regarding him being forced to practice with someone, usually Grace, as the target and having to throw the knives as close to her as possible. Which is, of course, unbelievably shitty considering how much Diego obviously cares for Grace. His training would probably also involve strength training? Though not to the same extent of Luther. But logically the stronger he is the more force he can put behind an object and the larger an object he would be able to throw to manipulate. I can also see Diego having to do it blindfolded, having to rely on his memory of a room to throw knives at targets and having to do that repeatedly until he could bullseye every one to Reginald’s satisfaction. This would help him out in situations like when Luther was in his room and he tossed a knife through the crack in the door, relying on his memory of the room’s obstacles to curve the knives around to (almost) hit his brother. Also testing the general extent of his ability? Does he have to put the motion behind the knife himself in order to manipulate it (a la throwing) or would be be able to, say, drop a knife off a building where it isn’t him but gravity exerting the force on it? I know in the comics(?) Diego has the ability to hold his breath pretty much forever but honestly the idea of Reginald Hargreeves testing and training that is really depressing for me and all I can think is him putting Diego in a water tank like he’s a glorified aquarium pet and then I get mad. ALLISON: Oh man, Allison’s power would be rough to train because it’s more about figuring out the limits of it than it is about training it to get stronger. On a related note, how did they even find out about her power which has a specific set of trigger words? Were they all just being little kids and teasing each other and it just happened? What was her first rumor? Okay anyway. SO because I think Reginald would have absolutely and expressly forbidden Allison from rumoring him (and I dread to think about what must have been the one time it did happen, because you know kids and pushing boundaries), I think Reginald either a) brought in strangers to have Allison use her powers on/took Allison out to have her use her powers (the former more likely bc controlled environment, at least at first) or b) have her test her powers on her siblings (depressingly likely). Personally I think both happened, I think she probably started out rumoring her siblings (it would have been fun at first, a game, like Simon Says) making one of the others do jumping jacks or dance. Then mood altering things (I heard a rumor you’re really happy today! I heard a rumor you think Klaus’s prank is stupid. I heard a rumor you want to play with me!) where she starts changing opinions and Reginald wants to see how long they last for, if she rumors for someone to forget something, will they ever be able to recover the memory? Do her powers have a time limit? Then, of course, she rumors Vanya into thinking she’s ordinary. Then I think for Actually Dangerous Things Reginald wouldn’t have wanted to damage the goods, so to speak, and would have started importing people for Allison to rumor. I feel like Reggie is That kind of asshole, so they were probably people no one would miss. Addicts, homeless people, criminals, etc. And then he’d have Allison rumor them to do things. He’d want to test to see if basic human survival instinct would overrule Allison’s rumors, right? Or maybe rumoring someone into doing something they’re so against they reject Allison’s rumors? Violence is something she was clearly comfortable of using her rumors for as a child. The first time we see her as a kid use her powers in the bank robbery, she smiles and tells the guy to shoot his friend in the foot. She doesn’t even blink at hurting someone, or using someone as a vehicle to hurt someone. And then in general, testing whether she would have to be face to face with someone to rumor them. Can she rumor people over intercoms? Over the phone? If she had a megaphone, would she be able to project her voice further to affect someone who wouldn’t be able to hear her without it? Can she rumor deaf individuals? If someone can’t understand the rumor (language barrier) will it still work? If someone is blocking out her voice with noise cancelling headphones, would it still work? Can Allison rumor people in other languages? If so, would sign language fall under that? I have a Lot of Questions, hello. KLAUS: My poor boy, my son. Okay, so clearly his ability is speaking with the dead and summoning spirits which really makes me question why the fuck Klaus was out running about on missions when his powers aren’t very offensively capable (barring when he manifests Ben to help out, which he Very Much Could Not Do when Ben was alive and kicking or literally anytime before that moment). Like, what the fuck Reggie? Was he the eternal lookout? Anyway, from what we can see in the show, Reggie’s focus seemed to be for Klaus to get over his fear of ghosts in order to access his abilities more. To be fair, Klaus’s power is a fucking difficult one to train for anyone without the powers. Klaus could deny until the cows come home that any spirits were present without Reggie being any the wiser, even if there were actually spirits present. Which is probably why fucking Reggie ended up tossing Klaus into the mausoleum and locking him in there, because he assumed that spirits would manifest in there for Klaus to see since it’s a house of the dead. Who let this man have children, again? Because surprise surprise, tossing children in with their greatest fear without any assistance or help and expecting them to get over it in fact traumatizes them even more! Before that though I think Reginald would take Klaus places and demand he commune with the dead and relay information to him. Or specifically take Klaus to like, a grave or something and try and make him purposefully conjure up a specific spirit idk. It probably wouldn’t work too well since, you know, Klaus is scared of the dead, but Reggie wouldn’t have cared. Hey, maybe he asked Klaus to summon up the people Allison presumably killed either via rumoring them to kill themself or rumoring someone else to kill them, two training with one stone amiright. Yeah, fuck Reginald Hargreeves for fucking up my son so badly. I wonder how many times Klaus fed him absolute bullshit answers or looking up murder stories and pretended to summon their victims and gave Reggie details that could be backed up just to get the old man off his back FIVE: Okay I have a lot of feelings about Five’s training bc,, he’s my fav sorry not sorry. First of all: his jumps. How far he can go, how many jumps he can make, whether distance is also a factor with how many jumps he can make (can he make fewer jumps if he increases the distance he is jumping). I definitely imagine that Reginald ordered Five to chain jump until he couldn’t anymore, and then tried to get Five to push through the block to jump even more. Did Five have set limits, or would training actually increase his spatial jump stamina? I also discussed in a fic about Five’s limits regarding movement and jumping. I think that ‘spatial jumps’ implies movement, and so if Five was immobilized and tied down I don’t think he’d be able to use his jumps to escape. Though if, say, it was just his hands tied together I think he’d still be able to move forward and jump he’d just take the restraints with him tbh. So I think as training, Reginald would probably try and figure out the limits of what conditions Five would be able to jump in. Can Five jump spatially in materials other than air? Aka, would Five be able to jump if he was in a body of water? Can he jump INTO objects other than air such as water? I’m assuming he has something that prevents him from jumping into solid objects and splicing himself (god or at least I hope he does) but would that extend to liquids etc.? Then I believe he was also trained in precision micro-jumps. Essentially, when having an object thrown at him he would be able to jump just a little bit to the side or in front of the object to avoid it hitting him without jumping across the room or something. Handy in tight quarters. In a fic I theorized that Reginald would essentially swing a cane at him to have Five jump to the other side of the cane before it hit him, and I stand by that. Then in general other testing, what can Five bring with him when he spatially jumps? What is the limitation of his ability? The size of an object? The mass? Composition? Five’s clothes clearly travel with him, but the only time we see him attempt to take a person with him that I can remember is when he tries to time travel with them, not spatially jump. Was he tested with animals before an attempt to jump with a human occurred? Could he jump with say, a hamster in his pocket? Does he have to be aware of what he’s taking with him or if something was slipping in his pocket would it travel with? Does he have to know where he’s jumping in order to do it? Does not knowing risk him splicing with a solid object? Would be be able to jump from a locked room into an unfamiliar second room, without seeing what or who might be inside? I have QUESTIONS. BEN: I feel like Ben’s power would just be straight up difficult to train tbh. Work on those core muscles man, get a regiment going. It caNNOT be easy to keep upright with a bunch of flailing tentacles coming from your person, I can barely keep my balance when one (1) small child attempts to climb my person. That shit has to be HEAVY unless there’s somehow no weight due to being otherworldly or something idk. They seem solid enough when they’re stabbing people, so I’m going to assume they have some heft to them. Ben must have abs of steel and the balance of the literal fae god damn. So yeah I figure the only way to train that is?? To just do it? In a closed environment? Maybe getting rid of some of the people from Allison’s training? Try and control the other dimensional tentacles Ben and kill these people in a specific order or something! If you can order them to pick up that couch and throw it across the room then you get a treat! Literally I do not know. Presumably it is a very difficult power to control at least at first since Ben goes in a separate room to kill those bank guys without any of his siblings following him. They just wait until he’s done. Then as he trains he gets some more control until he dies? Bc he doesn’t kill any of his siblings at the theater there’s that, though idk if that’s because he’s dead or what - can Klaus aim Ben’s powers at people? Can he make Ben only corporeal to the bad guys to kill them and make him just go through the rest of them? But yeah idk how Ben trains smh VANYA: we see the tuning fork thing in the show, which presumably was pretty much the only training Reggie really managed to think of for Vanya to control her powers? I don’t know when their powers manifested but I’m assuming he didn’t know what they were from birth or anything. Allison’s at the very least requires speech. Diego’s requires throwing things which I’m pretty sure is a developmental milestone, being able to throw things. Can you even imagine a teleporting baby? Fucking anarchy for those poor nannies. So I’m choosing to assume they didn’t get their powers until they were at the very least toddlers with the vague ability to reason with them, because can you fucking IMAGINE Vanya weaponizing crying baby screams?? Grace would have been created a whole lot earlier lemme tell you that. Overall after he makes Allison fuck her up, Vanya seems to participate in training as an observer and recorder. He seems to care about her intellectual prowess at least and?? I don’t know, maybe was trying to fashion her into a sort of handler/trainer for the rest of her siblings? Maybe he gave her some of his data on the other siblings’ training to analyze. Maybe that’s what they were so angry about being in the book, idk. At least she had her violin as an escape amiright. That’s all I got for now lads, I haven’t read the comics or even looked at them so you know, I have no idea what that’s about, and I referenced exactly nothing besides the Wikipedia page idk how accurate that is so if there’s an answer to one of these questions hmu!!

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