#space-spring liveblogging

[space-spring]

Playing more LUCT and I just fought battles against 1) a pregnant woman whose husband I had killed in a previous battle, and 2) a man who wanted the bounty on my head so he could afford treatment for his ill daughter. And boy!!!!

[queenerdloser]

once again asserting that the simple air conditioner remains humanity's best invention and i am including literally all technology when i say that

[pepprs]

hi update things are fucking terrible and my eyes hurt from sobbing. lol

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

What is UP moonlight and ire nation, Im being tormented by intrusive thoughts rn, so I have decided to read a chapter of A Court of Mist and Fury and hope they stop when Im done with this. Last time on the Flames and Darkness Liveblog we had Lucien finally finding Feyre and Feyre being needlessly cruel to him until he left again. also, Feyre used her Tamlin-powers to shapeshift herself a pair of wings and I think that was pretty much it, I feel like not a lot happens in these chapters tbh. And yet I always have so much to say to say about them... Whatever, lets get into this

Chapter 48

Is Feyre smelling the other people at this inn having sex? what kinda smells and noises is she talking about

Theyre in a village that consists of just the inn theyre staying at, a tailor, a grocery store and a brothel? I mean presumably theres actual houses there too but that doest seem right. Also, if its as in-the-middle-of-nowhere as Feyre claims, where the hell are they getting groceries and what kind of groceries are they selling

of course theres only ONE BED and its soooooo small oh noooo do you guys think theyre gonna have sex or what

Oh and of course Feyre cant demand that Rhysand sleep on the floor because its too small to even do that theyre gonna have the wildest sex, and by wildest sex I mean theyre both gonna squeeze each other into the bed under the comically small ceiling of this broomcloset of a room and lay on top of each other without moving like a sandwhch made out of just faemeat

I feel like a cape thats cut to fit around these bigass illyrian wings would lose a lot of its functionality tbh, unless it was like, a wrapping for the wings to protect them from the cold, but I dont think thats the case with Rhysand's cape, i think it either just has holes or is some kind of weird shape, but I feel like if your in these harsh winter winds, having a cape fluttering around your wings would be pretty distracting considering how sensitive supposedly they are

WAIT. do we count this cape as a new Rhys-outfit or do we not. Im on the fence because on one hand, he's just wearing it with his usual illyrian leathers and its really just an accessoire, like I wouldnt count what he wore in the CoN as a new outfit just because he wore a crown with his black tunic, but on the other hand, I feel like a cape can really drastically alter the look of an outfit in a way most other acessoires cant. let me know what you think

of COURSE feyre would call the hypothetical painting she would make of Rhysand 'Death on Fast Wings' im gonna commit a crime

'"I love it when you look at me like that. [...] Like there's no reason to run away from my power. Like you're looking at me."' Does this imply that Rhysand identifies with the descriptor 'death on fast wings' because idk that seems weird. then again, he is a weirdo

Rhysand's pronouns are death/incarnate <- thought that popped into my head while I was writing the previous bullet point

By far the worst part about this book are all the sections where Feyre will just suck Rhysand off for a paragraph, she would not fucking say that

'"No, [you weren't afraid of me]. You were nervous, but you weren't afraid. I've felt pure fear often enough that I know the difference. Maybe that's why I couldn't leave you alone."' god, rhysand is such a creepy little freak. and not the good kind either

Feyre is being all like "oh, sure, the bed isnt small but we couldnt possibly both sleep in it without completely getting into each other's personal space, especially with his wings" girl??? tell him to put those thangs away???

god this paragraph is so annoying 'Fae-men were possessive, dominant and arrogant but the men of the Spring Court had a certain disregard [for my wishes] laying beneath the the surface' my brother in christ you have been in two and a half (2 1/2) courts and you know seven (7) fae-men personally

Also, this part where Feyre is like "if I was wasting away and Rhysand just stood by without doing anything about it, Cassian and Azriel would've gotten involved and given him a piece of their minds" is so funny knowing whats gonna happen in acosf, like no they fucking wouldnt! what are you talking about!

Oh man it just occurred to me. this is the chapter where Feyre finds out theyre mates isnt it. Or like, this part whre theyre at this inn is when she finds out, Im pretty sure itll last for multiple chapters

"[Rhysand] saw right through Ianthe the moment he met her." yeah because she broke into his bedroom and sexually harassed him and just outright told him that she wanted to have his children for the sake of power ?? I would hope he would see through that

I feel like theres been this pattern in this book of Feyre only being able to compliment Rhys in contrast with Tamlin and its very strange because you would think that after speedrunning their relationship development and spending about 500 pages worth of time with him, she would be able to point out some of his positives without immediately connecting them to her ex's negatives, but I guess thats too much to ask of this ROMANCE

Like, I forgot if this was something Feyre already said or if this is still coming up but I know theres a point in this book where she's like "I think I just loved Tamlin pre-UTM because I was so broken and traumatized from my shitty homelife that I fell for the first person to show me some kindness" and that is not how their relationship felt in ACOTAR at all atleast in my opinion, but that definitely is how Feysand feels in this book

I really hate it when male characters are described as having "hard muscles" it sounds so unpleasant. im saying this primarily as someone who likes to read about characters cuddling and prefers it when theyre soft for that, but even if we're just talking smut, does having sex with a "hard" guy sound pleasant to you? or, well. you know what i mean

!! NEW RHYS-OUTFIT DROPPED !! hes wearing wide thin pants (even though theyre sleeping in an ice cold broom closet) and a tight cotton shirt, both of unspecified color

Oh yeah, Rhysand is just sooooooo powerful you guys, he needs to constantly use his magic otherwise itll just take him over and turn him into the joker

'Everyone at his Court had a use, some kind of great ability. And here I was, a strange, unpredictable hybrid that was more trouble than it's worth.' girl you are literally fae jesus what the hell are you talking about

Maybe Im just in a bad mood but this part where Rhys n Feyre are telling each other about how they would tear the world apart if they were ever forcefully seperated is so deeply annoying to me

Im not gonna translate the shit Rhysand just said to Feyre, tldr he thinks shes hot and wants to fuck her but the room is too small for that woe is him, and ughhhh. Im struggling to explain this in a way that doesnt make me sound puritanical, but something about the horniness of their relationship makes it feel really gross to me, its not just the fact that this relationship is horny because I can very much enjoy a horny fictional relationship sometimes, but the horny relationships that I usually enjoy are like, warm and pleasant from the eroticism of it all, Feysand is just kinda gross and sticky to me

Feyre's negative self-talk in regards to her feelings for Rhysand and Tamlin feels so forced, like cmon man, you keep talking about how much Tamlin sucks ass and how much better Rhys is for you how are you still experiencing any kind of inner conflict about this

Also, Feyre talking about how she was constantly thinking about Rhysand even before she left the spring court is just, a lie. does SJM not expect her readers to remember anything

Now theyre spooning and Feyre is stroking his wings and Rhysand is humping her and its like, this isnt sexy to me this is just kinda weird

bro how come Ive never seen anyone talk about Rhysand being like "I love your boobs so much, oh, you dont even know how much I love them" thats so funny

The rest of this chapter was just Rhysand fingering Feyre and honestly, it wasnt too bad, with the extreme proximity and him warming her up I can see why some people would find it hot but idk. its still a sjm smut scene and its german which makes it pretty unpleasant for me

[kylewithann]

Village Necromancer - A Solo TTRPG Liveblog

Back when I was posting all of my journaling game playthroughs on Twitter, the first one I did was Village Witch by Eliot Silvarian. Today I'm playing a re-flavoring of that system called Village Necromancer by SmallTownCreepy. As a fresh-faced graduate of Atropos University, you are charged to set up a necromantic practice for your year-long residency. Will you succeed and find a place to call home? Or will you have to start anew next year? Only time will tell.

CW: This game has themes of death and dying.

How to Play

For this game, you'll need a d6 and a tarot deck.

The gameplay is divided into seasons, which each last 13 weeks. For each week, a tarot card is pulled from the deck for an event-based writing prompt. I will also be playing with the optional roll to roll a d6 to determine the outcome of the event (1-3: bad outcome, 4-6: good outcome). At the middle or end of the season, your necromancer can decide if they want to move villages or continue their practice where they are. Gameplay ends when you have gone through all 4 seasons, after which you move to the ending questions and decide whether or not your residency was a success.

Character Creation

Now it's time to build out our necromancer using some guiding prompts:

Name - Cordyceps, but he goes by Cordy

Pronouns - he/him

Appearance - he's just a little mushroom guy! Think of a mini-myconid from D&D or a mushroom veggieling if you're familiar with the Dragon Stew 5e supplement by Antonio Demico.

Clothing - Unlike what you would expect from a typical necromancer, Cordy likes to dress in warm colors like oranges, reds, and yellows.

Why a necromancer? - Being a necromancer runs in Cordy's mycelium. His family has always had an affinity for reanimating the dead, so Cordy is pursuing a family tradition.

What are your code of ethics? - Cordy does no harm to living creatures. He's a good boy who tries his best to help others.

What are your favorite necromantic spells? - Cordy loves to reanimate corpses with his own lil shroomy twist. You can tell which bodies he has revived based on the mushrooms sprouting on them.

World/Village/Residence Creation

Now time to flesh out our world! For the setting, I've chosen high fantasy.

After rolling a d6 to determine what kind of village we start out in, I got The Grasslands, where funeral pyres are common.

Now to answer some more prompts to define our residence within village. The prompts are kinda long, so I'll just bullet point my responses to the questions:

Cordy resides within the local cemetery, which is mostly made up of the graves of poor farmers.

Instead of having a traditional home, he likes to burrow into the soil to create a living space under the dirt (think of Rabbit's hole from Winnie the Pooh). He has spaced it a respectful distance away from the graves.

Cordy keeps a little garden of herbs and produce to share with the locals.

Meadowfield is your standard farming village. The houses are sparse among the rolling fields of crops, minus a small town center where your farmer's market takes place.

There is a dilapidated church not far from the cemetery that most of the villagers religiously attend.

Meadowfield is informally governed by a council of the farmers with the most land. The council is facilitated by the local priest, Rhys.

The villagers of Meadowfield, being a very religious and superstitious sort, are initially apprehensive towards Cordy's arrival.

The first person Cordy meets is Burke, and older gentleman who comes to the cemetary often to pay respects to his deceased wife, Mabel.

Season #1: Spring

More opening questions to start off the first season! The questions are once again a little too long to write them down word for word, but my responses will give you a general idea of the prompts:

Meadowfield has begun planting its spring crops, particularly potatoes, parsnips, green beans, cauliflower, and kale.

Meadowfield is made up of hardworking, dilligent people. Unfortunately this means they give themselves little time to celebrate the season of rebirth and renewal.

They're also so busy tending to their crops that they hardly ever take time to honor their dead. Most often, the deceased are cremated and their ashes are spread over the crops in hopes that they'll nuture the soil. You do, however, have some people that insist that their loved ones are buried in a traditional manner (much like Burke).

Cordy plans to show the people of Meadowfield that instead of working themselves to death while allowing themselves no pleasures, they should celebrate life while they still draw breath.

As far as the literal seeds he is planting, he is currently nurturing some strawberry and rhubarb plants for potential jams and pies.

Cordy is naive and stubborn enough to believe that he doesn't have to sacrifice anything in pursuit of his goals.

Now we can dive into the events for Spring! Let's hope we get some successful rolls!

Spring #1:

Event - A man cursed with immortality seeks your aid.

Dice result - 1 (fail)

---------------------

While there was no door to Cordy's residence, he could feel large footsteps rumbling through the ground. He emerged from the ground to find a large, ancient tree person hovering above his home.

The arboreal creature entreated the small fungal necromancer for his aid. They had traveled from a faraway forest because they had heard rumors that there was a practitioner of death in Meadowfield. Their request perhaps went outside of the parameters of Cordy's usual practice: they had lived for far too long and wished to pass on and create a fertile environment for their little seedlings to grow.

Cordy was conflicted. While he had promised to never trifle with the living, the tree person's begging tugged on his heartstrings. The mushroom boy wanted nothing more than to help a troubled soul in need, so he agreed to lend a hand.

Cordy was initially stumped as how to carry out this plan, but then an idea popped into his head. While his spores normally reanimated the dead, why couldn't they also fulfill the mushroom's natural purpose to decompose?

Cordy drew from the power of the mycelium to channel his spell spores. With a puff, they drifted over towards the tree creature. Cordy's chest puffed up with pride as he watched the mushrooms began to sprout from the bark as the tree person let out a contented sigh. But suddenly, the sigh turned into an agonized yell.

"It burns," the wooden creature cried, attempting to peel their own bark off of themself.

Before Cordy could reverse the spell, it was already too late. His spores had turned into a painful infestation, spreading rapidly. There was nothing the fledgling necromancer could do.

The tree person contorted into a painful, angular position and let out once last pained moan, their face forever frozen in a grimace. Their body had rotted from the inside out. They would never be able to properly provide for their sprouts now.

Cordy's first instinct was to dispose of the body within flames. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. Instead, the poor creature's dark, twisted frame would hang over the entrance to Cordy's abode for days to come, reminding the necromancer of his failure and his re-commitment to his code of ethics.

Spring #2:

Event - You hear an unsettling rumor in the village. What is it? Who is involved? Is the rumor true?

Dice result - 6 (pass)

-----------------------

One day, as Cordy was walking around the farmer's market to grab supplies, he heard two spinsters gossiping loudly as he walked by.

"Well I heard that Silas is intending to buy out the graveyard to expand his farm"

"Oh heavens, what are they going to do with all of those bodies?"

"Dig them up, I suppose. Probably light the pyres, you know."

"Oh poor Burke, he'll be so heartbroken..."

As the two woman chattered on, Cordy felt his mycelium grow cold. There was no way that could be. Where would he live and practice? Worse, how would his friend Burke be able to visit Mabel if she was no longer resting there? He had to get to the bottom of this rumor to see if it was true.

It was easy to find Silas' farm, as it was the most expansive in Meadowfield. Cordy hurriedly made his way to the farmer's homestead and knocked on his door. As Silas came out to greet him, the little mushroom lad began to barrage him with questions and pleas to not tear the graveyard down. With a chuckle and a sympathetic smile, Silas assuaged the necromancer's fears.

"I can see why you're worried, but not to worry, kiddo. I would never disrespect those folks like that. Your cemetery is safe. Ya know, I'm actually thinkin' of buyin' a plot over yonder by..."

As Silas began to ramble about his plans to increase his fields, Cordy breathed an internal sigh of relief. That would be the last time he believed such wild gossip.

Spring #3:

Event - A day of stillness, quiet, and self care. Do you gain a new perspective?

Dice result - 5 (pass)

------------------------

Business was virtually nonexistent for the recent necromancer graduate. The villagers were still wary of Cordy and his "dark arts." It gave Cordy lots of time to tidy up his home and tend to his crops.

Eventually, he started running out of things to do. He had to find alternate ways to keep himself entertained. Sometimes, he would go through the cemetery and read the headstones, imagining what the lives of the deceased buried beneath must've been like. Sometimes, he would go into town just to people watch. Eventually, even these activities began to grow stale.

It was another slow day in the graveyard when Cordy decided to do something he had never done before: settle somewhere quiet and practice meditating. He sat under a nearby shady tree and closed his eyes, feeling the spring breeze rustle his mushroom caps. He tried to empty his mind of all thoughts, but he couldn't help but drift back to thinking about the denizens of Meadowfield.

He had spent so much time these past three weeks trying to advertise his services to the people of the village, but all he had been met with was polite declines or outright disdain. He had hit a wall. How could he ever win over the hearts of the people of Meadowfield?

A revelation came to him: he couldn't brute force his way into swaying the hearts and minds of the villagers. He would have to slowly ingratiate himself into their community. He had to meet them at their level. Perhaps he could win them over by sharing his crops and the fare he could create from them? He could set up at the farmers market and converse with the local farmers. If they were less afraid of him, maybe they would be more likely to come to him in the future.

He would have to sacrifice his time and patience, yes. This would be the things he allowed to die to serve as compost for his plans. From this, he hoped something beautiful would grow.

Spring #4:

Event - Another Necromancer shows up in town and questions your skills

Dice result - 3 (fail)

---------------------

As Cordy was tending to his patch of crops, he was alerted by the appearance of arcane runes appearing on the ground nearby. He watched as a fiery portal opened up and a familiar figure emerged. It was Nespira, a red-skinned tiefling who also practiced the necromantic arts. Like Cordy, she was a recent graduate--top of the class, actually. What she was doing here, Cordy had no idea. It wasn't like they were particularly close.

"Ah, I had heard that their was another Atropos student who had set up a practice here," she said, her eyes sweeping the graveyard with a disdainful expression, "Meadowfield, huh? Hm. Certainly a choice."

As for Nespira, she explained that she had set up shop in Metropolia. The name was familiar to Cordy. He had never been, but he had heard it was the largest city in the land. According to Nespira, business had been booming for her.

"And what about you, Cordyceps? How many customers have you had so far?"

Cordy sheepishly held up a single finger, causing the tiefling necromancer to let out a haughty laugh.

"Oh that's a shame" Nespira said, feigning pity, "but I suppose it can't be helped. "

Her gaze then landed on the gnarled tree body that stood watch over Cordy's residence. She took a moment to study it before recognition spread across her face.

"So this must've been your only customer. A pity. Seems like you couldn't get the decomposition right. And such a simple spell too."

Nespira extended a single finger, necrotic energy swirling around it. Before Cordy could protest, a beam shot from her index finger. As it hit her target, the deceased tree creature slowly began to melt into a pile of black ichor. The mushroom boy's heart sank.

Nespira then chanted under her breath before another doorway of flames opened up before her. As she partially stepped through the portal, she turned and looked back at Cordy.

"Cheer up, Cordyceps. You can always try your residency again next year...if they don't call you back to the university, of course. You could certainly use the practice."

With a wink, the transportation spell closed behind her. All of the tears Cordy had been holding back began to spill onto his face. He would prove Nespira wrong. He had to.

Spring #5:

Event - You are visited by a village official. Is everything alright?

Dice result - 3 (fail)

----------------------

Cordy was in the process of backing a strawberry rhubarb pie to bring to the farmer's market when he felt a foot tapping gently near the opening to his home. Cordy tunneled up through the tunnel to find Rhys, the local priest of the old church.

"Hiya, Rhys!" Cordy said with a bow. "What can I do for ya? I got a pie in the oven if you wanna stay around for tea."

The clergyman's solemn expression did not shift. He bowed his head gently, his eyes looking at the ground rather than making contact with the mushroom lad's.

"Thank you for the kind gesture. However, I'm afraid I must decline. I am here strictly on business. The news is...not pleasant. I will keep it brief."

"The people of Meadowfield feel...uncomfortable with the presence of a necromancer in our community," Rhys continued. "The farmers put it to a vote and...well...I'm afraid I must ask you to leave our village."

Cordy felt like he had been hit in the chest with a ton of bricks. He tried to keep his composure, but he could feel his bottom lip quivering while holding back tears.

"I'm sorry for the short notice, but the villagers requested that you leave by tomorrow morning. If you will excuse me, I will give you time to gather up your belongings. Good luck on your journey, Cordy."

The priest departed, leaving Cordy alone. Cordy descended into his abode, sniffling as he began to pack up his things. As he was almost ready to depart, a timer dinged. His pie was ready. Cordy released the fire magic that was baking his dessert while he slowly removed it from its resting place, looking down at the lattice pattern he had placed on the crust with care.

Carefully, he wrapped up the baked good. Afterwards, he jotted a quick note. He emerged from his dirt hole and walked over to Mabel's headstone, setting the items down. He wanted to leave a gift and explanation for his departure to first and only friend in this town, Burke. He knew he would be by tomorrow to bring flowers to her grave, right on schedule.

With the last of his things packed, Cordy slung his bag over his shoulders and began walking down the dirt path. It was time to start over once again.

Village/Residence Creation #2

Because Cordy has been kicked out of Meadowfield after his unsuccessful tenure there, it's time to roll up and build out a new village. Here are the main points:

The village of Neverglades resides within a swamp, complete with bog mummies.

There is no official graveyard in Neverglades. The dead are given something akin to a Viking funeral: wrapped bodies are floated on a small boat and are torched by fire magic.

Instead, Cordy lives in a house on chicken feet stilts, much like the other denizens of Neverglades. The huts can travel across the murky marsh with ease, meaning neighbors can go directly to each other without ever touching the ground below.

Cordy's home is small and sparse, but he has a hammock he can hang from the tree branches so he can relax and enjoy some quiet time in the humid outdoors.

This place is more up Cordy's alley than Meadowfield. The villagers all have a quirky vibe that the budding necromancer can relate to. They are also not fearful of the dark arts.

The shops of Neverglades are run out usually more stationary huts by their residents. They are not in a centralized location, so one has to remember where each shop is and travel to them separately.

There is no unified body of worship. The denizens of Neverglades are more spiritual, preferring to commune with nature.

The village is ruled by an ancient hag known only as "The Mother"

Neverglades celebrates Cordy's arrival, as their last necromancer recently passed on.

The first person Cordy meets is actually The Mother, as she was the one to give him her blessing to move into the community.

Season #2: Summer

Opening questions answered to start the second season:

The citizens of Neverglades deal with the hot weather by taking frequent plunges into the water. It's not the most sanitary or safe, but it's the only way to beat the heat.

Neverglades hosts a huge celebration for the summer solstice.

Cordy is working hard this summer. Haunted by the failures of spring, he wants to prove that he has a place in his new community.

The cards for last season have been shuffled back into the deck. Let's see how summer plays out!

Summer #1:

Event - A villager hires you to reanimate their dying business

Dice result - 5 (pass)

----------------------

Cordy was unpacking the last of his belongings when he heard the creaking of another hut sidling up next to his. He scurried over to his front porch to spy a wild-haired, heavily pierced girl waving him down. She introduced herself as Chana and began to bemoan her plight.

She was the oldest creator and salesman of shrunken heads in Neverglades. What was perhaps an odd and even terrifying practice outside of the bog was commonplace here. As such, competition had begun to pop up, diluting the market. Chana expressed that if things didn't turn around soon for her, she would have to close up shop. She pleaded with the necromancer to help her get a leg up on her competitors any way he could.

Cordy pondered on how to help the girl. After all, he didn't possess any business acumen. But then, a quite literal idea popped into his head: why not reanimate a dying business by...well...reanimating the dead?

Cordy dug deep into his mycelium to create spell spores to overtake one of the shrunken heads. As mushrooms began to sprout through the eye sockets, the head gasped and cried out in a comically squeaky and indignant voice,

"Heya bud, what's the big idea?!"

Chana laughed long and hard. She asked if Cordy to create more of these, to which the necromancer agreed. Once he finished his task, Chana was beaming.

"Business is gonna be BOOMING after this! Thanks mister! I owe ya one!"

As she lept across the gap from Cordy's residence to her own, she waved heartily as her hut began to dislodge from the mire and trod away.

"If ya ever need anything, ya can rely on Chana! Ya hear that? Chana's got your back!"

At last, Cordy had successfully serviced his first customer.

Summer #2:

Event - You are woken by the sound of someone digging their own grave

Dice result - 3 (fail)

----------------------

It was shortly before sunrise before Cordy slowly awoke to a strange sound: the wet sloshing and slopping of mud. He sleepily stumbled out to his front porch to investigate the source.

Down in the swamp below, there was a giant, humanoid creature made of mud. They were digging through the water, tossing muck and mire behind them. Cordy hailed the mud mound.

"Lookin' for somethin'?" the tiny necromancer called down below, "How can I help ya?"

The creature of slop shook their head, pointing to the hole that was slowly filling in with mud once more.

"It is my time. I feel the earth calling me back. Please, leave me to my work."

"But wait!" Cordy cried out. "I can help you! Are you sick? Injured? I can help! If you pass on, I can bring you back!"

Once again, the humanoid shook their head, muck sloughing off the side of them as they did so.

"I have no need for your magics.," they rumbled. The earth....she beckons me. To her I must return. I beg of you, leave me to my duty."

Cordy began to stammer out protest, but the creature ignored it. Once they had cleared away a sizeable portion of the bottom of the bog, their body began to relax. They slowly began melting into the bog.

"Goodbye....goodbye....I am going home."

That day, Cordy sat in solitude for a long time, attempting to process what had occurred in front of him. He left with this lesson: no matter how tragic, the wishes of the living in regards to their demise were something to be respected and honored.

Summer #3:

Event - A young couple of star-crossed lovers want to fake their deaths to escape their families.

Dice result - 5 (pass)

-----------------------

It was the dead of night when Cordy was awoken by the sound of someone calling out for him. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stumbled towards the front porch to see what the fuss was about. The voice cried out once more, causing Cordy to turn his attention below. There he spotted a boat with a young man and woman inside, waving him down.

The couple introduced themselves as Julius and Ramona. They explained their plight: Julius was a noble and Ramona was a commoner from a kingdom not too far from Neverglades. After being told they could never be together, the lovers escaped and hatched a plan. They beseeched the necromancer for his aid: help them fake their deaths so they could slip away into anonymity. They left an obvious trail to the swamp so the search party would be able to find their decoys. Because of this, they didn't have much time and needed urgent assistance.

Cordy immediately got to work. He reached forth, calling forth mycelium to rapidly grow and expand into two roughly humanoid shapes. The gnarled forms looked almost like decayed corpses. Cordy explained that they should leave their top layer of clothing and possessions behind to aid the illusion before allowing the boat to float away. He offered to take them to the edge of the swamp via his movable home so they could make their escape. The couple gladly agreed, carrying out the next steps of the plan. Once the reached the clearing, they hurriedly thanked the necromancer before hopping off and running off into the distance hand-in hand.

Summer #4:

Event - You receive a bad omen. What form does it take? What do you think it’s warning you about? Does it come true?

Dice result - 5 (pass)

------------------------

The omen was so subtle at first that Cordy didn't notice it. While his chicken-footed home trekked its way through the bog one day, Cordy spied a large tree taken with rot. Although the main body of the plant was no longer alive, green baby branches still dotted the large branches. The mushroom lad thought nothing of it.

The second omen was more obvious. While laying in his hammock tied to the treetops the next day, he spotted a deceased bird, still shielding her eggs even in death. Feeling pity for the poor babies, the necromancer used his magic to revive the mother.

Bad luck comes in threes, and this was no exception. The day after, Cordy was sweeping his porch when he spotted a gruesome sight: a mother gator floating belly up in the water with her babies feasting upon her flesh. This time, Cordy couldn't bring himself to use his necromancy upon the corpse--they were already too far gone.

The puzzle pieces clicked together in Cordy's brain. All of these dead creatures had one thing in common: they were providers. Mothers.

The Mother.

She must be in danger.

Cordy quickly rushed through the mire to make it to The Mother's hut. When he arrived, he found her on her bed. She looked so sickly and frail--she was definitely nearing the end. Neverglades could not survive without her. Cordy had to act fast. He had no time to grab a medic.

The mushroom boy conjured up some healing spores and sprinkled them all over the dying leader. With a gasp, her eyes shot open. She slowly raised herself from the bed.

"My child," The Mother croaked, "You have done us a great service this day. We thank you. Neverglades thanks you."

Summer #5:

Event - A sleeping sickness strikes the village. Those suffering look like they have died but recover in a few days…if they haven’t been buried or cremated already.

Dice result - 1 (fail)

---------------------

Cordy was riding the high of last week's miracle. He was hailed a hero throughout the village and a celebration was held in his honor. He was so caught up in it all that the next tragedy flew under his radar.

It was only one or two people at first--a gentle snooze into a deep slumber, a deep slumber into nothing at all. Then it spread. Rapidly. Half of Neverglades was overtaken with what appeared a sleeping death. Chana, the shrunken head saleswoman who Cordy had become pals with, had been afflicted as well. The village made the difficult decision to dispose of the bodies before the plague spread to the remaining members.

Cordy pleaded with The Mother to try to let him perform his magic. He would be able to save these people. However, the hag could not be swayed.

"This is the only way to protect those we have left, my child."

Bodies were quickly being wrapped, placed on boats, and being prepared for the symbolic burnings. As people were distracted, Cordy nervously scuttled around to try and find Chana. If he could save her, perhaps the village would believe him.

His search took him some time, but at last, he was able to unwrap and find Chana. As he was preparing to perform a resurrection ritual, he heard her let out a yawn. Her eyes slowly blinked open, and she looked up at him with a confused expression.

"Oh hey little buddy, whatcha doin' here?"

Cordy's mycelium ran cold. These weren't deaths. These were victims of a sleeping sickness. A curable disease.

As Cordy ran to report his findings, he discovered that he was too late to save some of the villagers. Bodies were already being burned. Even though he acted as fast as he could, it wasn't enough.

Upon learning the truth, the denizens of Neverglades began working on reviving the remaining victims. Children were reunited with parents. Lovers reunited with lovers. However, what should've been a joyous occasion was solemn and morose. The smoke hung heavy in the air.

Summer #6:

Event - You find roadkill/dead animal that is fresh enough to reanimate.

Dice result - 5 (pass)

------------------------

It was a quiet week. No one came by Cordy's residence, nor did Cordy reach out to anyone. He and Neverglades were still reeling from the recent losses.

The only thing Cordy did that week was revive a small animal that he found. It was basic necromantic practice--the very first thing he learned to do at the university. It wasn't much, but it was enough to remind him of her purpose. He was a necromancer. He could save lives.

Summer #7:

Event - You see or are informed that there is a ghost nearby. It's the specter of a highwayman. Do you investigate?

Dice result - 3 (fail)

-----------------------

"Hey Corrrrrdy!"

The small mushroom boy heard a familiar cry outside of his hut. Across the way, he spied Chana, waving him down wildly. It was in the middle of the night--what could she possibly want at this hour?

"I saw a ghoooooost! You wanna come check it out?"

Normally, Cordy would excitedly agree to the proposition. He loved a good old-fashioned spooky adventure. However, he was still haunted by all of the deaths from two weeks ago. Ghosts only served to remind him of his failures.

It broke his heart to see Chana so crestfallen after he turned down his plans. As her home trudged away, Cordy crawled back into bed. Sleep did not come easily to him that night.

Summer #8:

Event - A messenger on a skeleton horse brings you a small package.

Dice result - 6 (pass)

-----------------------

A loud, mournful neigh was not what Cordy expected to hear in the middle of the swamp. It was accompanied by the sound of a splashing gallop. Cordy had to check out the ruckus.

Outside of his abode, he saw a skeletal horse pull up to a stop right next to his home.

"Delivery!" the messenger called out.

Cordy lowered the ladder for the deliveryman. After climbing up and handing off the package, the courier saddled back up and rode off.

Cordy recognized the handwriting on the outside of the package--his mother's. He excitedly tore into the mail. Inside was a heartwarming note congratulating him on being almost halfway through his residency. His family was so proud of him and couldn't wait for him to return to visit soon. Also attached was a bag of Cordy's favorite mushroom tea.

As he brewed and drank in the earthy, umami flavor of the tea, nostalgia rushed over him. It was nice to hear from family and be reminded of home. He hoped that he could continue to make them proud.

Summer #9:

Event - You catch kids sneaking around at night

Dice result - 2 (fail)

----------------------

Night had fallen, and Cordy was preparing for bed. Just as he was about to tuck in, he swore he heard the faintest hint of giggling. He grabbed a lantern and went outside to investigate the noise.

He scanned the horizon and couldn't find anything. But then, giggling once more. He peered down before and found what appeared to be three small figures playing in between the chicken legs of his residence.

Cordy excitedly waved down to them and asked them if they would like some tea. Startled, the children looked up at him with large eyes. They began screaming and running away.

Their fear was a painful reminder of what it was like living in Meadowfield.

Summer #10:

Event - There’s trouble in the village due to a misunderstanding. Do you get involved?

Dice result - 2 (fail)

----------------------

Despite calling Neverglades his home, Cordy lived on the outskirts of the tiny town. As such, gossip hardly ever made it to his doorstep. But this time, he heard the news of unrest in the village. From what he could gather, a disagreement had broken out between The Mother and another member of the village.

Although Cordy was normally the type to poke his nose into business that wasn't his, he did not feel his usual drive to help. He was still thinking about the burning bodies. The fearful children. How could he show his face in the village right now? Instead, he decided to continue to huddle up in his home. He would wait for all of this to blow over.

Summer #11:

Event - You find buried treasure. Is it the usual of gold or something more unusual?

Dice Result - 3 (fail)

-----------------------

Cordy was foraging for cattails in the swamp--he had heard from one of the locals that the roots were particularly delicious this time of year. He was trudging through the muck when he felt his toe stub against something hard. After muttering some curses under his breath, Cordy began to dig through the mud to figure out what it was.

His eyes sparkled with delight as he pulled out what appeared to be a chest. Buried treasure! What secrets were hidden inside?

Cordy pried open the treasure chest and peeked inside. Nothing a couple of silvers and coppers. Boring. Cordy returned the chest to where it belonged and continued about his business.

Summer #12:

Event - You discover a berry hedge near your residence. Are they edible or poisonous? How do you know?

Dice result - 2 (fail)

---------------------

After collecting and cooking up cattails successfully, Cordy had developed a newfound appreciation for the art of foraging. He wanted to continue pursuing this new hobby. Besides, it gave him the excuse to stay out of the village. His guilt still prevented him from stepping foot there.

While exploring, Cordy discovered a berry bush near the edge of the swamp. The small mushroom's mouth watered at the thought of biting into one of the delicious, juicy fruits. Cordy happily plucked a few berries from the shrub. As he returned home, he thought of all the ways he could utilize them in his cooking before just deciding on eating them raw. Along his walk, he popped a couple into his mouth.

However, once he returned to his home, he felt his stomach churn. He began to feel lightheaded. Uh-oh. Perhaps he should've investigated the berries further before eating them. It seemed as though he had unwittingly poisoned himself.

Luckily, he could conjure up a few healing spores to cure his ailment, but he still spent the rest of the day sulking in bed.

Summer #13:

Event - You are challenged to a game of chance. Do you make a wager? Use your D6 to see how you do in three rounds.

Dice result - 1 (fail)

---------------------

As the end of the summer season drew near, Cordy pondered what his next move would be. He was officially halfway through his residency. Was Neverglades where he wanted to plant his roots? He felt his heart twinge. He didn't want to leave--this place had been so accepting towards him, and he felt like he did some good work here. However, he was still shaken by the sleeping sickness incident. Cordy was conflicted.

As he was wrestling with his thoughts, he once again heard the familar, chipper voice of Chana hailing him. Stepping out onto his porch, he found her and another individual who he hadn't met before.

Chana introduced the mysterious figure as Jack. According to her, Jack was an expert card player, so she figured they could all get together to play a game or two.

Although Cordy didn't want to participate, he felt bad for blowing Chana off for the past few weeks. Therefore, he agreed to play.

"So whatcha betting?" Jack asked with a sly smile.

Cordy was a little taken aback. He didn't realize they were playing with wagers.

"Oh...uh...I'll just play for fun," he offered with an embarrassed smile.

But in his mind, he decided to make a bet with himself: win this hand, and he'll stay in the Neverglades. Overcome the guilt he had been wrestling with and stay with his friends. Lose, and he'll pack up and start over. It was all or nothing.

As he pushed all of his makeshift tokens into the pot, Cordy bit his lip nervously. It all came down to this.

The card was flipped and revealed: total bust. Round lost.

Although Cordy was wracked with sadness at his lost, he knew the fates had spoken.

It was time for his tenure in the Neverglades to come to a close.

Village/Residence Creation #3

Although I'm heartbroken that Cordy will no longer continue living in the Neverglades, I feel like with the way the dice rolled this season, it makes sense for the story. So that means it's time to hit the drawing board and create another village. Here are the highlights of our new place of residence:

Sirensong is a stormy seaside town on a rocky cove, where water burials are common.

Cordy lives in an cave right on the shore, rumored to be a former thieves' hideout. Although it is not a graveyard, it is littered with bones from creatures and people alike.

The furnishments are minimal. No garden like he had in Meadowfield. No wraparound porch like he had in Neverglades.

Sirensong has a somber air about it. The mood of the villagers matches the dour weather and surroundings.

The buildings in Siresong are made from driftwood from ships that have crashed along its shores.

Because it is a port town, there is an open air bazaar with many traders selling wares from across the ocean. It is the most lively aspect of the town.

There is a temple on the highest point of the village overlooking the sea. Religion is not a joyous custom in Sirensong. The denizens worship the sea fearfully, appeasing it with gifts and sacrifices.

The mayor of the village is Robert Morrow, a stern retired sailor. Villagers whisper that he lost his whole crew at sea, turning him into the solemn man he is today.

The citizens are apathetic towards Cordy's arrival. Like the tide, visitors come and go, never staying for long. They are not optimistic that he will remain.

The first person Cordy meets is Marcus, one of the market vendors who tries to maintain an upbeat attitude in the overwhelmingly morose atmosphere of Sirensong.

Season #3: Fall

Here are the opening questions answered for this season:

The sea offers little in return this season. The villagers have no harvest to celebrate.

In an effort to quell the ocean's displeasure, the people of Sirensong give up what little possessions they have to the waves. Even the dead are offered up, with the people hoping that providing the wildlife nourishment will increase nature's bounty.

Much like Sirensong, Cordy's harvest is nonexistent. He has sacrificed a place he loved and called home to move to this gloomy town.

Time to reshuffle and start the events for this season!

Fall #1:

Event - You are offered a new path in life by a strange hooded figure. Do you take them up on it?

Dice result - 4 (success)

--------------------------

Cordy had not expected to receive any visitors yet. He had yet to advertise his services, as he was still in the process of unpacking and setting up shop. However, a visitor came to him unannounced. Cordy only spotted them out of the periphery of his vision. Their footsteps made no sound and they said nothing to reveal their presence. Cordy was also silent in response, eying the nondescript person up and down. Who was this? What did they want with him?

The cloaked figure extended a bony hand and called out in a raspy voice.

"Young necromancer, I offer you a new path. The true path. Give up your foolish magicks. Offer yourself to the sea. She will reward you generously in her depths. Come, take my hand. I will show you the way to enlightment."

But Cordy stood his ground and shook his head. He knew his purpose in life, and it was not sacrifice himself to the waves. He still had so much to give this village--to show them the joy of life.

Although he could not read the visitor's face, Cordy felt their aura darken. The hand retracted coldly.

"Very well...you will see the truth soon enough."

Cordy blinked and the figure vanished. A chill ran down the necromancer's spine. A foreboding welcome to Sirensong--hopefully this would not set the tone for his time here.

Fall #2:

Event - You have a dream of the location of a magical artifact. What is it? Where is it? Do you retrieve it?

Result - 1 (fail)

-----------------

As sleep took Cordy this evening, he received a dream. More accurately, a vision. Swirling out of the fog of his mind was the image of an amulet with a glowing, azure-tinted jewel. The vision flashed again and he saw a grotto containing piles upon piles of abandoned treasure, the necklace laying in its midst.

He felt himself awake, although not entirely. He felt himself rise from bed as he felt a tug towards the back of the cavern. His mind was no longer control of his body--he was sleepwalking.

He lurched along, entering unexplored reaches of his cavernous home. After walking what felt like hours through the labyrinthine passages, he arrived at the destination he saw in his dream. Although there was mountains of untold riches--enough for Cordy to live comfortably for the rest of the days--he ignored them entirely. His purpose was singular: find the amulet. He kneeled at the pile of treasure and began to dig methodically through the gold and trinkets until the necklace was in his clutches.

Another compulsion overtook him: he must place the necklace around his neck. As he did so, he pulled the jeweled centerpiece close to his ear. His mind was filled again--this time with quiet, muffled singing.

Oh, how the song was so beautiful--but oh so distant. Too distant. The enthralled mushroom boy simply had to get closer.

He began to make his way back from whence he came--that's where the enchanting tune seemed to be coming from. As he did so, the melody began to gradually grow louder. He exited the mouth of the cave, and the singing swelled into a crescendo. But still, it was not enough. He needed to be even nearer. And there was only one way to do so: go into the sea.

And so, he walked. The waves lapped around his ankles. Then, his knees were submerged. He continued, the water now coming up to his waist. Although logic pleaded with him to turn back, the cries were drowned out by the enrapturing melody. The saltwater now came up his chin. Forward. Forward. He must press forward. Finally, the top of his head descended into the deep.

The night passes silently. Dawn approaches, but Cordy does not emerge. The poor boy had succumbed to the Jewel of the Siren's Song.

The tide comes and goes in Sirensong, and life continues on.

Ending

While we haven't reached the end of the seasons, I feel like I should cut the game here. Although I am sad for Cordy's misfortune--the dice and cards seemed to be working against him the whole game--it feels narratively appropriately for his story to end here. However, endings are only temporary for necromancers, right?

The game does have some wrap-up questions, however, I am opting to skip them for this conclusion. Curious about what they are? Looks like you'll have to check out the game for yourself ;)

Final Thoughts

I was worried that this game would have been too similar to my experience playing Village Witch, however, the flavor was unique enough to separate the two games. I'm glad I opted to use the dice roll rule--it really helped me shape how I answered each prompt. Next time I play, I'll try not to be so morbid and make it through all of the seasons (because yes, I'll definitely want to play this game again).

I know this is a long one, but thanks for reading! I hope to be back soon with another solo game to explore.

[philcoulsonismyhero]

You know what, fuck it, Revenge of the Sith liveblogging time.

The version of the Force Theme that opens the movie has got to be one of my favourite bits of Star Wars music, it's so good. I'm always so mad that the drums at the beginning aren't on the soundtrack version

Also the colours?? All the shots with Coruscant in the background are so pretty to look at, I should get some screencaps and steal some colour palettes

Man, I still know the dialogue from this whole sequence off by heart, I used to rewatch it so often. Best spaceships, best space battle, there's a reason the Eta-2 is my all-time favourite spaceship and it's this sequence in particular

I love how squeaky Obi-Wan gets when he's agitated, poor guy is Not having a good time

"I sense Count Dooku." "I sense a trap." "Next move?" "Spring the trap." Love these goobers and their grins and their banter. Also James Luceno's 'Labyrinth of Evil' is still my favourite immediate prequel to this movie and the fact that this is like the third time in a couple of months that these dweebs have encountered a Dooku trap makes it so much more fun. I should re-read that book...

[zeebreezin]

Introduction —

Hi hi hello, I’m Astra (He/They) and welcome to my Fallen London Sideblog! I’m very new to the game, having picked up FL maybe a month ago as of posting, and not playing very frequently until recently, though I have played a good bit of Sunless Seas. My lore knowledge is pretty bad, I won’t lie, but I am 100% here to learn.

This blog is largely going to be about my OCs, as well as probably a bit of liveblogging about my personal playthrough of FL - the character I’m currently running as a PC is on the Nemesis! Ambition so I’ll probably have some thoughts about that once I’m a bit further along. I’m always open to talk about OCs and for interactions so just let me know!!

As a note, I’m way more comfortable painting backgrounds and stylized figures than I am drawing character portraits! Portraiture is a very new venture for me!

Currently, all of my FL characters reside in the same apartment, spitting the rent - with Shaw & B living there full time, and Verily largely using the space as a place to crash on land. The two main NPCs, Acumen and Beverley, exist throughout the world! I’m also developing Shaw’s Ex as another PC.

Characters (WIP!):

The Marked Examinant, August Shaw.

He/They, Somewhere in his Early 40s

An investigator by trade, Shaw is a prickly character who has a mildly extreme obsession with the various languages of the Neath, a fascination that’s gotten them into a good deal of trouble… and left them with a few strange quirks. Unscrupulous at the best of times, he is damn good at his job, when he’s not chasing a bit of escapism by any means necessary. While they’re seemingly a complete hardass, Shaw does have a soft side for a few things: Namely, his assistant, and the urchins of the city.

Watchful / Shadowy-Dangerous, Subtle / Ruthless / Hedonistic, Ambition: Nemesis!

My current PC!

The Reckless Playwright / ???, B.

Any/All, Early 20s (?)

B is an aspiring playwright and actor with their head in the non-existent clouds and a spring in their step. She always seems to be getting into a little bit of trouble, before charming his way out of it with a smile and a wide eyed look. Everything about their past is a bit of a mystery, though it can’t be denied that they have a good heart While searching for cheap lodgings in London, B ended up with the (mis)fortune of becoming Shaw’s housemate and eventual investigative assistant. The two have a strange friendship, but one that’s changed them both for the better.

B is absolutely, definitely not wanted by the Royal Navy.

Persuasive / Shadowy, Magnanimous / Daring / Subtle

If I play B as a PC, their Ambition would be Heart’s Desire.

The Everdrowned Oblation, Cpt. Verily

She/It, Mid 30s (Maybe?)

Once, a nameless captain offered up her body to her starving crew - her poor planning and lack of discipline leading them all to the brink of oblivion. After a prayer to the gods of the Zee, they took her up on her offer. However, that Captain didn’t quite die. She rose again, and again, and again. Each time with a different past, with different friends in port, with a different story that wasn’t quite her own. A dozen or more ships have taken her down, and each time, she’s risen anew. It knew that it was some boon from the gods - or perhaps, a curse. Either way, the zee will not let Captain Verily go, even after she’s been stripped of everything. One night after a long, long day upon uncertain land, Verily approached the office of a known investigator, a madness in her eyes. It only had one request for August Shaw - “Tell me who I am.”

Dangerous / Watchful, Daring / Steadfast / Forceful

Verily is my PC in Sunless Seas. All of them. Every time it dies, she comes back as the next. I am very bad at Sunless Seas. Verily Drowned Captains Counter: 16

Other Tags (WIP)

#low level liveblog is where I talk about stuff in game as it comes up for me, I’m still very early in (Pre-POSI).

While I probably won’t be posting or reblogging much outright NSFW, stuff leaning in that direction/kink implications will be tagged as #suggestive

The two major story antagonists for these three, The Ravenous Acumen and The Phosphorescent Engineer are tagged as #the ravenous acumen and #officer beverley respectively! One day I’ll sit down and update things I promise

Character relationships are tagged as follows:

#detective duo for Shaw & B

#best and brightest for B & Officer Beverley

#worst laid plans for Shaw & Acumen

[chameleon-on-lsd]

Everyone is Fucking Crazy E1 - E4 liveblogging

Episode 1

Yes I‘m watching this for daniel/adam uwu The song choice lmao But the title song being Kummer!!!! ALLES WIRD GUUUT!!! Is the guy wearing a bell choker?? A Look. I have Thoughts Adaaammmmmmmm. Good hair here God I love his voice lmao Also like, his dismissal of mental illness is a bit odd? (‚Sie wissen ja sicher welche schraube bei ihr locker sitzt‘) i do get it in the ‚we don‘t talk about this‘ way of having gotten his shit kicked. Like you know you‘re not fine but you don‘t acknowlodge it God I hate the grief counselor with the passion of a thousand suns Like, stop trying to touch them, christ ‚Gib‘s n problem? Ja? Nein? Vielleicht? Komm, sag an‘ ‚Heyheyhey, was bist denn du fürn vogel?‘ ‚Ja, dANKE!‘ xD Lmao walking into a crime scene with ‚lasst dich nich stören‘ ‚ach nö danke‘ xD Lmao the polizistin ‚sie komm hier nich rein‘ ‚Du bis auf bewährung, mach kein stress, verpiss dich‘ (i‘ll just quote all his lines bc they‘re funny lmao) ‚es wiRD SCHWIERIG HEUTE‘ xD ‚Dicker was laberst du eigentlich?!‘ xD ‚Ich will meine stempel, du wichser‘ ‚wie bitte?!‘ ‚ja sorry, Sie wichser‘ lmao (also apparantely a meme I don‘t know) ‚lass mich los du fickfrosch!‘ xD Aw bbies I like the music D’aw adam crouching Trinkst du warmes bier?! Oder war das nich ausm rucksack? ??!!!! How do you have a fucking police baton thing at the ready Lmao just yoinks a bird ‚Du willst den schon nicht essen oder‘ xD I wanna ruffle his hair, looks so fluffy D‘aww blondies room is very cute Lmao wearing her louboutins of course she‘s a patient ALLES WIRD GUUUUUUUUT

Episode 2

(No more adam until ep 4. but also, why DOES he come back? xD) Jesus?????? Christ Whoooo boy, this is gonna make me cry The fucking velvet jogginganzug ne Lmao ofc she‘s doing lives I like that camo jacket Why do you like animals but hate plants Aw malik bby Is ‚vogel‘ such a beliebtes insult in germany or just in this saarbrücken universe? xD ‚Im zehnten semester‘ ? Is that a thing or just a weird ass lie too? xD The music is so good Aaaaa chloe is so adorable Aggro-tante doing her best Oh boy, what a family And what a house… I‘m sure tossing meds is a great idea Aww the floaty bed sequence

Episode 3

Lmao schröder with the homemade Cribs 10 meter durchmesser. How bad did you fail math xD Lmao yes, math is not your strong suit Is he alive?! I expected her to say kackbratze xD ‚Was ist denn so geil am reality tv‘ xD ‚Das schwör ich dir. Ööh. Ihnen‘ xD !!!! Another banger song from Kummer Zeit für nägel machen muss sein, ne jungs, neben all den drogen lmao Tschüss taube. Hoffe leo hat nicht gewettet lmao ‚Das kein grund beleidigend zu werden!‘ xD <3 ‚pass halt bloss auf dich auf‘ Lmao. ‚Kann man da noch mitmachen bei eurer… geburtsvorbereitung‘ God you have an aryan face lmao (oh it comes up that they're blonde/blue-eyed lmao) Lmao derya with the right hook Yeah wait they‘re there with schröders car Guess she‘s fine A whole ass cd as rearview mirror decoration?? Yes, pet his very petable hair. I‘m jelaous He looks so snuggly ;-; Lmaoooo the 80s tv show look Uff, grandma? God and the music What was that achsensprung

Episode 4

(Hehe) Aw malik Glad he‘s not wearing cargo pants xD would‘ve taken even longer Poor baby boy Lmao ‚wir haben beziehung geöffnet, der hatn date‘ so kommt man auch aus familientürk raus lmao Chloe with the lil space buns/ponytails hair and schröder with the fuckin kartoffelsalat lmao Oh that‘s not the dad ‚Schön dass es dich gibt! Krass‘ xD derya bby Aww schröder trying to be politically korrekt xD schwuppen def isn‘t it bby Malik bby. ‚kann sein dass du den dritten weltkrieg nicht mehr erlebst‘ Dad, why did you think that was a good idea? xD ‚Da spring ich einfach ausm fenster. Too soon? Too soon‘ Lmao spiking the punsch? Awww chloe putting make up on schröder. And the quiet ‚perfekt‘. Bbies <<333 trying Chloe‘s glitter is so cute. Love doing that Title drop! ‚Lesbe?‘ ‚das darf man nicht sagen! Glaub ich..‘ Aklalsjjalsös Gay dads being dads! Chloe being a möth <3 ADAM???? xD why oh why are you HERE ‚Geh nicht oft vor die tür‘ bby boy ;-; Ajkslskalaösjsla I mean, same, girl, flirting with him seems like a great plan ‚Bekannter von nem bekannten‘ interessant God he‘s so fucking pretty Even if his hair is weird ‚Sie hat sich ja nicht suizidiert‘. Das isn verb?? Ufff malik bby Aww adam having a good time ‚Fufzehn zimmer aber EIN klo!‘ xD Du machst das mitm ring?!! Achso, die schraube lösen. The soongggsssssss

[okmcintyre]

I was tagged by @togetherkru , thanks so much for thinking of me! I loved reading your answers & these are always a lot of fun to fill out! 😊☀️

1. why did you choose your url?

I actually just updated my URL after nine long years, mostly because I was uber jealous of y’all with t100 specific usernames. 😅 The majority of my content is catered to that fandom, so it made sense to freshen it up. After ruling out my first choice (@madigriffin, I mean how cool would that be!) I decided that since I relate most to Harper’s energy I’d go with her last name.... and added a variation of my own first name that I thought looked cute. 

2. any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them

Yes! Goodness I have private sideblogs for writing drafts/inspiration, and to organize gif-making tutorials that I like to keep on hand... then there’s my Bellarke Fanfiction sideblog (@twosuns-ofbellarke)... and I help out with a couple The 100 appreciation/edits pages. I have my old URL too, just in case I ever want to start using it again.

... And I do actually have @augustkomtrikru active too, which I’d intended to use as my main URL once the prequel started up that is, before Season 7B broke my damn heart and I vowed off anything Rothenberg related unless he goes back and fixes that mess that ended our beloved show. 🤷‍♀️

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

I joined on January 4, 2012.

4. do you have a queue tag?

No, but I do tag original posts! 

#t100kt, #friendskt, #luciferkt, #tumblrkt, #liveblogkt, #ask away!

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I came to tumblr because I was struggling to find my groove on LiveJournal and Blogger (wow just aged myself there, didn’t I?👵). I liked that I could post different kinds of content here... and I was obsessed with Fringe, which was still on air. This quickly became the place I came for spoilers and spaz at all the beautiful gifs from the show.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because our fearless leaders marching away from the rover together, looking like badass supermodels, is a big mood! 💥

7. why did you choose your header?

It matched the icon & I found it in my old cell phone edits ready to go

8. what post of yours has the most notes?

This Clarke & Bellamy post from Season 6, with 1700+ notes.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Is there a way to see that? I have a bunch and they are all lovely people! ☺️

10. how many followers do you have?

Last I checked I was around 1.7k, I’m super grateful for everyone who sticks around for my hodgepodge of posting!

11. how many people do you follow?

4935, we have a lot of great fandom here and I lack chill...

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

1. (noun) any content on the internet whose humor derives from its surreal nature and/or its lack of clear context... a shitpost is funny simply because it isn't a predictable repetition of an existing form. Shitposts can become memes, but memes cannot become shitposts.

So now that Urban Dictionary explained what that means (I told you, I’m not a spring chicken anymore! 😂) I don’t believe so? Unless you include my old liveblogs, they were absolutely without context.

13. how often do you use tumblr?

I’m always popping in throughout my day. I like to keep up to my notifs & new posts in the tags, and then when I have more time on my hands I’ll look into my mutuals and feed a little more properly.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog? who won?

I can remember a couple years ago butting heads with a couple folks when I first got into fandom: the posting etiquette here was quite different from the message boards I was used to interacting on... and I had a mishap or two as a result. I genuinely believe that no one wins when that happens though, so I really make an effort to keep this a positive space. Learn from the mistakes. 💛

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to compare this’ posts?

Thanks gosh @togetherkru that you didn’t know these either! Like, what is that? Google doesn’t even seem to know. 

16. do you like tag games?

I LOVE THEM! 

17. do you like ask games?

Also love them! The posts are always wildly unpopular but they are a lot of fun

18. which one of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Every one! There’s so much talent here and so many folks have established their blogs as a cornerstone of their respective fandoms. And again, I have no idea where to find a list of all my mutuals to compare... but I always feel like I’m the new kid on the block, I’m pretty sure most of my mutuals have been here years longer than I have.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I have a crush on my mutuals’ beautiful gif-making and writing and artsy abilities, if that counts? 😃

20. tags (if you guys want to)

I’m going to tag some folks from my notifications, feel free though to participate anyone reading this! Or if it isn’t your cuppa tea, don’t feel obligated those I tagged... have a great day everybody! 🙂☕

@bt06, @padfootx, @isweartobreathe, @bravestartingwithyou, @kizo2703, @pendragaryen, @whatabeautifullife13, @immortalpramheda, @1jemmagirl22, @frecklesandfanfics, @little-oxford-st, @infp-with-all-the-feelings, @kris-lulu, @womanwithaplan, @bellamyschin, @peaceloveandbabyducks, @geekyogicheese, @al3xia17 & anybody else who wants to play!.

[space-spring]

I reblogged that post the other day about never finishing video games and it made me stop and think hard about my life and the fact that. oh my god....... I really DO never finish video games........... So I have changed my ways by finishing up Chapter 4 and the ending of Chaos route for Tactics Ogre! Tons of endgame spoilers ahead but here are my bullet-pointed highlights:

My guy Azelstan the pirate! I love him. His whole arc with losing his daughter reminded me a little of Svarog and Hossabara from Triangle Strategy (albeit with substantially more nihilism!), and finding him at the port and then going through the story with the girl he takes under his wing made me die a little inside.

I do really appreciate the fact that even once he joins you he's still a little bit of a mess! I feel like a lot of the characters join Denam out of anger or honor or something else equally passionate, and meanwhile Azelstan's out here going "I've lost everything I love and this is just a decent way to try and make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else." He's simply a very sad old man and I love him a lot

This is not a highlight per se but it IS funny: I had to play the whole pirate cove dungeon where you recruit him like three or four times because I kept thinking I had the recruitment conditions fulfilled and then. did not in fact have the recruitment conditions fulfilled. I killed SO many ghosts. I got to the point where I just bought like 30 exorcism arcanas before going in so I could just have anyone regardless of cleric status blast the stilled undead whenever I needed to

AUGHKDHJSHDGHJJS. I am. SO unwell about the Sherri recruitment scene. I cannot express just how much I am unwell about the Sherri recruitment scene. All the Phoraena sisters really are so cool and good and I spontaneously combust whenever they come on screen but this scene is just AUUUUUGH........ It kills me thinking about how long Sherri's been hiding out because she doesn't think anyone will welcome her back and meanwhile her sisters just!!! love her so much!!!!!!!!!! and SHE loves THEM so much!!!!!! it just makes me go woaugh..........

I also just replayed some of the earlier chapters with Cerya and Cistina to test out the endgame rewind feature, and I take back my little chart I made of them a while back where they're arguing over clothes and things. All of the sisters are defined first and foremost by Being Willing To Sacrifice Everything For Each Other and I love them so much about it

And in addition to all the Phoraena sister dynamics, looking at this scene through the perspective of Denam ALSO having a sister who's keeping herself apart because she feels unloved is so. wowowowow

And on that note Denam and Catiua are rotating around in my head 24/7!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm really so in love with how far the writers went with their argument and fallout and also insane about the bad ending in this scenario because AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!?!?! and also I'm just a sucker for guilt arcs and having to live with mistakes even when it'd be easier not to. Catiua's absolutely insane (affectionate) and I think it's so fun how she changes things around and really comes into her own after this.

Also I really really love that the two of them got to have such a narratively clear conversation about everything that went down!!!!! This is a complete tangent but I sometimes kind of go insane over the fact that in Triangle Strategy we really don't get to see a ton of Roland and Cordelia after they reunite and Whiteholm is retaken. They have. so many things to talk about, and Cordelia has more than a few valid reasons to feel resentment toward Roland for the way he handled retaking Whiteholm. The closest they come to really talking about how they feel is that scene where they're standing in the garden and Roland's trying to explain why he killed Avlora and Cordelia just kinda quietly goes, "I know. I get it. I can't blame you." And while that scene is fun in its own "this bad boy can fit SO many emotionally traumatized Cordelia headcanons in it" sort of way, it's also so so so nice to see Denam and Catiua do the opposite and actually sit down and hash it out for a bit. They get to talk about why they're angry!!! They both get to explain themselves and then reassure each other that they're still loved!!!! They get to be genuinely close again and work as a team!!!!! and I love that for them :)

Also with comparisons to Cordelia, Catiua very distinctly doesn't get sidelined after Denam rescues her!!!! She's an active participant in the war and really takes charge over Denam, which is very neat imo, and I love getting to see her coronation and speech at the end

THIS ATTACK SPECIFICALLY. The whole final boss was so cool but I actually gasped and sat back when I saw this, it was just so so different than any of the other graphics in the game and it made me go nuts

AAAAOAUGH GHAGHG

The credits are really pretty :)

RHCKCHHGLGLRLRLAHHJG I am once again foaming at the mouth about the way the game blends game mechanics and story this is SUCH a fun explanation for how the whole world tarot system works and also I am absolutely gutted by the idea of Denam doing this canonically because he can't stand the regret of the choices he's had to make. I feel like Denam's guilt over the entire conflict isn't explicitly mentioned a ton (he actively makes a lot of comments to the effect of "I'm doing what my honor dictates and I have nothing to be ashamed of") and then every once in a while the game comes back and slaps you with stuff like this. Like hey. hey. yasumi matsuno. can we talk? I jst wantto talkk

Also all the endgame content is SO GOOD. I'm starting to move over to Reborn because I want to experience all the voice acting and stuff over on that version, but it's also so hard to leave my team and all the cool stuff I've unlocked. I need to read up on it more but I'm 90% sure you can recruit Lancelot and Warren if you do the Palace of the Dead stuff which I avoided in Chapter 4, so I'm tempted to go back and do that on there sometime. Or mayhaps I'll just play it through on Reborn once I get through Lawful and Neutral!

But yeah!!! Overall, such a fun route and a fun game and a fun ending :) I do feel like I want to come back to Chaos route once I've finished the other two, because I miss Vyce and the role-playing part of my RPG-obsessed brain really wants him to survive the canon-ish ending because I think there's a ton of things from the beginning of the route that I'll think differently on now that I've finished (like all of the stuff building up to Vyce going nuts and Catiua leaving).

[tsuki-sennin]

Don! Don! The festival's back in town!

Zenryoku Zenkai! Don Momotaro Matsuri da ze! Momo Monday! It's a riotously good time, Don!-cha know? It's the Don! of a new era! Not just for our Donbura Dudes, but for our working relationship going forward! Hahahahahahahahahaha~!

Spoilers, I guess...

--Man... if only Momoi Tarou didn't have the most common names in the Japanese history. If he were any more of an every man, he'd probably be called John Q. Public Doe-Smith.

-Seems like Don Kaito's invested in Haruka.

-Don' forget to have a good time, eh?

-Ah, a fellow neurodivergent. I feel you already, Saruhara-san.

-Ah, a fellow skin-care expert. I get you already, Shinichi-kun.

-Mmmmm... dinner.

-Ah, a fellow NEET. I no longer envy you, Hakase.

-Uroleucon nigrotuberculatum...? ...isn't that goldenrod or something? Does that help with sleep?

-What kind of asshole just leaves their phone there?

-NEVER MIND THAT, WHAT KIND OF ASSHOLE STEALS LIGHTS

-Aw... poor kids.

-So, SaruBrother's good with kids. Monke power.

-Spring...

-Seems like Haruka's hit a block. I feel it.

-Fucking Momoi Tarou.

-Hello, creepy mailman!

-Ah, Yuriko's her auntie's name... it's a very lovely name, one I use for a very important OC for a project I'm making far in the future has that name as well. I see it pop up a lot in Japanese media, but never for like a main character, if that makes sense. Off the top of my head, there's a member of Honoka's science club in Futari wa PreCure, Dan Hibiki's sister in Street Fighter who parodies Yuri Sakazaki from Art of Fighting, the human disguise of Lilith in the first Shin Megami Tensei game, and the voice actress for Ritsuko Asagi from Evangelion. I know that last one isn't a character, but most of the ones I've found on Anime Characters Database are from eroge, and that's not exactly suitable for this liveblog series where I talk about children's tokusatsu programs and say a bunch of naughty curse words like fuck, shit, ass, dick, bitch, smurf, muffin, and hobknocker.

-Ah fuck, dishes. I hate doing the dishes.

-Oh screw you!

-Man, I wish my mailman would.

-Not Kurokuma. Shirokuma.

-Oh wow, a police person apologizing for doing something wrong under false pretenses? Now I know this is fiction.

-Hey, Tarou. You wanna do my dishes for me?

-I guess Kurokuma really likes lamps. Is he related to Lord Dona'tor?

-Why would he deliver to himself, Haruka?

-Polar Bear Man.

-"Uhhhh, okay."

-Man, this performance for Don Kaito is like night and day from Zenkai Kaito. Good job, Kiita Komagine, that takes insane talent.

-Funny Mailman Do Nice Thing.

-Ohhhhh, shooot, there's Kurokuma.

-I deliver darkness.

-Give me your fucking lamp.

-Oh... uh... you must be Sononi. You're uh... quite a gal. I hear your actress is part Burmese?

-...little personal space there.

-Haruka's having a rough day.

-Ohhhhh, creepy! Fuck those guys!

-OHHHHH Damn.

-Oh great, the guy on the couch is a King player in Tekken 7. Because of Tekken's generally great record with match-up balance, it's hard to tell you to get your ass stomped by a specific character, but I can say "I hope you get your ass beat by that doctor's kid from the Jackal Vistamp episode in Revice."

-Damn girl!

-She stronk.

-Yeah, we meet again.

-Guess he ain't chattin' Tarou Momoi.

-Delivery folk are truly treated terribly throughout the world. A certain egghead has tried to divert our attention from that...

-A symbolic revenge. I can dig that kind of storytelling. Hell yeah, Inoue.

-Fuckers took the lights. Can't have shit in Japan.

-OH MOMOI TAROU!

-"You never asked!"

-Guess Kurokuma noticed.

-Yo! Don Don Don!

-Traaaaaaain~!

-Jumping straight into action with nothing but a plan and your idealism at your train wheels. Right would be proud.

-OH JESUS HE CRASHED THE VAN HE COULDA KILLED SOMEONE LIKE THAT

-Deliveryman Power!

-This is your warning! The Kaitou-Ki is here to steal all light from the world! ...maybe the Keisatsu-Ki's screentime too, if he's feeling up to it.

-Holding off on the theatrics and playing the serious card.

-No palanquin. But he does need his Enya Rideon.

-Hahaha~!

-Sora, sora!

-Huh?

-Oh, we're fighting again.

-Honestly, I'm just in love with this idea that all of the Donbrothers are busy doing shit and Tarou just calls them in for a big fight. I imagine they're like "Oh, goddammit, we're fighting again today."

-Big monke.

-Ah, a Japanese macaque. I remember that time Danny Gonzalez tried to make me think he was at home in America instead of feeding one of those.

-Ass shot.

-Nahhhh, we had a yellow rabbit 10 years ago Professor! That's not nearly enough rabbit, but Beast Morphers filled my void a couple years ago. Gotta love Yoko Usami and Zoey Reeves. Anybody who becomes a bun is immediately worthy of praise. Arisa Komiya's also Dia Kurosawa of Aqours, Don!-cha know! Meanwhile Jacqueline Scislowski popped up in a pretty great little indie film this year called The Root of Perfection. I don't wanna spoil anything, but she does a great job as Caroline, if I say so myself.

-Oh, she jumpin'! I love bunnies!

-God, I love these guys' transformations.

-Avatar Change!

-The train is late!

-Stand behind the white line.

-Yeah okay, we'll finish 'em!

-Ara~!

-Oooooh, she got a knife!

-Two knives! That make a bow! Very cool!

-Ohhhhhhh, he dead!

-Looks like Don Kaito's freaking out.

-Ohhhhhh, Tarou. You're mad.

-Aaaaaaand he's out for revenge!

-Ah, yep! Good job, Haruka! You've finally got the right guy! It seems a little unlikely, but hopefully this funny little gesture can ease some of his tension.

-OH MY GOD HE KICKED HER

-SHE WENT FLYING!

-Jesus Christ, man! He crazy as hell!

-Oh, Tsuyoshi's narrating! And next episode's all about onigiri! Can't wait!

[makerofmadness]

k i might not be able to continue liveblogging because mom’s making me do my homework but i wanna keep watching awwww

this will be the last post

b a g

why is there a bag there

who is letting chica drink slushies

Chica wtf

at this point they might as well just bring back the toy animatronics like they’d fit decently with the aesthetic right at least they’d probably somehow be less dangerous ‘cus y’know THEY DIDN’T ATTACK CHILDREN-

sheesh even FREDDY knows Vanny’s name sucks

Freddybear knows. somehow.

Vanessa’s fursona has been revealed

 where freddy

where dadbear

there dadbear

Greg can shoot now

Mark stop treating him like a dog

my stomach hurts rn okjihugvvuhijkn

...decommissioning

Gregory single-handedly takes down Fazbear Entertainment from the inside huh

Chica sorry but you’re gonna have to die eentually

when 6am tho

urinal cakes haha pee

LILY H’S DAD IS A KAREN??????

ROXY SAID A THING OH CRAP-

oh noes

mr. cupcake is still acknowledged

where bb tho

OH CRAP-

Chica Feeding Frenzy is... stuck on... how. ok i think the arcade game is possessed now whose kid died?-

wat

ROXY STOP HEARING-

space freddy

freddy in space remember that and the charity live stream thing good times i miss them

Freddy just teleported kjhgufdrs

GREG HURRY

Bonnie Bowl

Bowlie Bon

hop inside the dad chamber

I think Freddy disappeared

concerning noises

Monty’s wrong is a mess but the monty plushie is still intact

Monty got knocked off the catwalk once???? poiuyftvcdresxzxrcdtfvy

Freddy’s trying his best

GOLD BOX?????

that does not look like golden freddy to me

MARK YOU LITTLE-

ok the lag zone has been reached

i swear the aesthetic of the place is still great

PINK BOX!

Bonnie’s out of commission???? noooo not the bunny-

and they’re replacing him with Monty and think he could be more popular WHAT.

reject monty, return to bonnie

this is because of the spring bonnie controversy isn’t it-

wondering, are the marketable plushies collectable too?

also currently using the bathroom so i have more time maybe i can finish this part at least

[thebibliomancer]

Tides of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 17

Tides of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because new place, new clan, new subplots going on!

Last times in book: Amri and co are on a quest to unite all the Gelfling clans against the Skeksis. They’ve managed to convince Maudra Ethri of the Sifa to join the cause. And now they’ve taken a trip to the Wellspring of the Crystal Desert to meet the Dousan clan. A storm rages outside the mountain walls but our heroes have been assured that storms NEVER enter the Wellspring and NEVER will. Seems believable.

Chapter 17

Amri and co go for a soak in the lake and later go on a walk with Periss

Amri was the first to explore the tent. It was made, like everything in the Dousan world, of bone and skin, though after riding in Tappa’s mouth and being inside skekSa’s behemoth ship, it seemed less and less strange.

Amri just getting accustomed to being inside creature bits after spending so much time in creatures is funny.

The tent was sparsely furnished, with only a circular straw mat ringing a firepit in the center. A chute of rolled bark allowed smoke to escape out of the apex of the tent. Everything was built to be broken down and folded, easily stowed in the cavernous storage spaces inside the Crystal Skimmers or under the decks of the smaller sand skiffs.

This is some good, quick scene setting. Everything is made of animal bits because wood and stone are harder to come by in the desert. And everything is built to be folded up so the Dousan can break camp and leave quickly. Its that desert nomad life.

Anyway, Naia who is losing color to the desert air every moment suggests taking a dip in the spring that gives the Wellspring its name. Tavra and Onica stay behind for some alone time but the rest of the team head to the basin.

Which Naia decides isn’t a normal lake. There’s tree roots everywhere - but no tree - all crisscrossing and interweaving so the basin looks like a woven basket. It doesn’t have a shallow end, it just immediately drops into dark blue depths.

It may be a weird lake but its just what the doctor ordered for Naia, letting her get her green color back so she doesn’t eventually go so pale that she fades out of existence.

From the lakeside, they watched more strings of incense bearers. They came in sets of three, six, and nine, never looking up, some wearing veils or their cloak hoods over their eyes. They walked in short, even steps, eerily silent. Sometimes they stopped, using a long ladle to pour sand in swirling designs that were soon blown away by the gentle wind that caressed the valley.

OH!

Definitely urRu behavior. I think its obvious who the wise sage that taught the Dousan their rituals was. I mean, not specifically. I know urRu but not urWho.

“Looks like they’re just going in circles,” Kylan said quietly. “Do you think it’s... normal?”

“Normal is a pretty relative term,” Amri pointed out.

Just quoting for good point.

Naia points out that its a good sign for all the Dousan to be gathering.

“The Gelfling are banding together. Even the clans that rarely do, like the Dousan xerics.”

“Don’t forget that the Sifa only gathered to run away,” Kylan said.

You’re usually more positive, Kylan!

But he’s got some frustration to express and some leftover angst with Aughra. He mentions that Aughra told them to light the fires of resistance but didn’t tell them what that means. Like, its not just a metaphor!? When the Sifa lit their fire, all kinds of bonkers stuff happened like rainbow flames and words writing themselves.

So Erimon may say that the Dousan have joined (even though he didn’t actually) but there was no super cool pyrotechnics and the Dousan aren’t packing to go and join the other Gelfling. They’re settling down for a nice stay.

“They’re not getting ready to leave,” Amri realized out loud. He shook his head. “But neither were the Sifa. They’re waiting in Cera-Na. For a signal.”

“A signal we don’t understand ourselves,” Kylan sighed.

Actually, it makes sense that Kylan is frustrated. He’s the Song Teller. He created the message that revealed the truth to everyone. But this quest is vague and like Ethri mentioned, their call to action is extremely light on details.

Sure, ‘Skeksis bad, we shouldn’t let them drink us’ is a pretty universal message but what then? It’s not enough to get the Skeksis to stop drinking people. The Crystal needs to be taken away from them so the Global Darkening can be combated.

I assume whatever quest Rian is on ties in.

The three goofs goof off at the lake until the suns go down and it gets cold so they wander over to the communal hearth.

Two Dousan stood at a long plank bench, cutting open a pile of leathery-skinned fruits. The others of the clan, including those wearing the same style of cloak as Erimon -- other sandmasters, perhaps -- and some of the incense bearers, took the fruit silently, giving only a bow of thanks.

The fruit-cutters give the three some melon which is apparently sweet and tastes green. Green is a taste that something can taste. Apparently green tastes like meadow grass. I dunno if I’d want to eat a melon that tastes like grass personally.

They return to the tent just as the wind starts picking up but its definitely not a storm, storms don’t come into the Wellspring nope.

“The storm is coming into the valley,” [Amri] said, breaking the silence. “Erimon says it won’t, but I think he’s wrong. I know a cave dweller like me is the last one you want to trust about the weather, especially desert storms, but I have a really bad feeling about it.”

His friends listened, ears slightly angled, but none of them wanted to admit it.

“Maybe it’s like this every night,” Naia said. “They would know if the storm was coming into the valley, wouldn’t they? And if it did, they’d... raise an alarm or something. They’d come and get us.”

I dunno. I think Amri might be onto something.

Periss happens to come into the tent right after Naia says that so Amri jokingly asks whether he’s here to evacuate them but Periss is here for something else.

Taking Kylan hostage is what.

“Come with me. All of you. And if you draw that sword or that dagger, I’ll cut this song teller’s tongue out of his mouth.”

“Really not necessary. I’m sure we’ll all be quite compliant,” Kylan muttered, holding his hands up to illustrate his point.

Hah.

I’ll say this. Periss knows how to choose a hostage. Nobody wants any harm to befall the best boy.

Periss tells them that Team Naia is here because Periss brought them here for a reason. Whiiiich. I don’t know if that meshes with how they met. Then again, maybe. He did steal a spider from them and then tempted them with a sand boat ride.

He leads them out into the not-storm, which is definitely seeming like a storm at this point.

All the torches had blown out, and some of the tents were crumbling udner the violence of the storm. Yet in spite of it all, there were no Dousan running about, trying to gather the Gelfing of the Wellspring and flee to safety. In fact, there was no commotion of Dousan at all. It was as if they had all vanished.

Something caught Amri’s eye. He looked toward the lake and paused, a chill going down his back like cold water. In the dark and lightning, he could just make out figures, seated on the rocks and roots that surrounded the lake.

“What are they doing?”

Periss shoved Kylan ahead, and they followed him as he led them off the footpath. He didn’t look back and growled, “Nothing.”

I am starting to see why Periss was at odds with Dousan culture. Onica says they’re actually meditating but maybe do that inside, my dudes.

Amri whispers to shoulder Tavra on his shoulder, asking her to take him over and help him with the sword if it becomes necessary. Tavra promises she won’t let any of them be hurt.

Thunder poured into the valley like a monster, shaking Amri’s bones. A blunt gust of wind hit them so hard, they had to pause. When they could see again, the sand had blown away from around their feet, revealing a long stone walkway. The walkway stretched all the way to the mountainside ahead, ending in a gaping hole carved into the rock.

THATS SOME NOT-STORM GOING ON, HUH?

With the walkway revealed, Periss orders them toward the mountain.

You’d better be going somewhere with this, Periss! The narration led me to think you’d be joining the group and threatening best boy Kylan isn’t a good fourth impression!

[liliplayschoices]

Really enjoyed seeing your reaction to playing the It lives series for the first time! What would you say are your top 10 scenes/moments in the series?

Hey Anon!! So, yesterday I apparently reached the posting limit (which I didn’t know was a thing lmao) so I didn’t get to answer you yesterday (or liveblog about the ending either xDD)!! I’m so glad you liked my reactions though!!! 

Only 10??? Of the two books???? That is hard xD I’m gonna try to keep five from each book so that it’s more equal ^^ And also these are in a random order, I don’t have like, a specific order for the top ten! (Also my two MCs are women, their names are Devon and Harper)

1. In chapter 2 of ILITW, I love when the group reunites to talk. They’re all at some level of uncomfortable because Devon is forcing them to think back on the traumatic events of Jane’s death. I really like how we’re immediately shown how it affected them and their friendship and it’s heartbreaking but also realistic.

2. I loved the diamond scene at Britney’s party between Andy and Devon. I love Andy and i like how in this scene he’s very vulnerable with her about not being sure of how things will go for him because he’s tried for so long to reach this point of his life and he’s afraid of it being all taken away again. That was a very good scene!! And also obviously them jumping into the pool and kissing was so goooood it was sweet and playful and I love it ^^

3. Subsequently, the jumpscare at the end of this same chapter was PERFECT! I was so happy about the romantic scene with Andy, it was all cute and cozy and then BAM. Cody’s dead body impaled in a tree xD It was the perfect timing for it because it brings you back into what the story is about and you feel exactly how your MC does. Like you forgot about all the horrible things going on around you and you enjoyed a cool party and maybe shared a first kiss, and then this is a reminder that we’re not playing around. I love it!

4. Andy being crowned homecoming king because it was perfect!! It’s what he deserves ^^

5. Listen. I didn’t use a walkthrough. I had no idea how the nerve points were gonna play out. I had no idea if my characters had enough nerves to survive (Andy and Devon were at three quarters of a smile, Dan, Lilly and Stacy were at only one quarter, and the others were at half a smile). So I headed into the “are you scared” scene with absolutely no idea what was gonna happen to any of them. It was awfully stressful but also sooo rewarding when they all said “I’m not scared” and survived omggg that rush was perfect ^^

6. Moving on to ILB! I loved the diamond scene with Tom when he and Harper go to Westchester. Listening to him talk about how the traumatic events of high school made him drop out of college and how he wants to help people not go through the same thing he did. That was very emotional and to be honest I felt that this conversation shouldn’t had been paywalled because it was really good to see the aftermaths of the events of Book 1 in him.

7. I obviously loooooved reuniting with everybody from book 1!!!! My favorite moment was with Dan because of how Harper opened up to him about her parents’ deaths and how she feels about all of it. That was really good.

8. I loooooved how Devon was actually trying to reach out to Noah and hiding it from the group. After finishing ILITW I came up with this entire series of headcanons for what would happen to Devon in the years following the events, and I imagined her doing exactly this. Trying to find a way to reach out to Noah, maybe trying to free his spirit from the forest, and actively working to convince the others (particularly Andy since he’s her boyfriend and he has the biggest grudge against Noah let’s be honest) to forgive him and to help her save him. So when Devon went “Don’t tell the others. They’re not ready yet” it was PERFECT for me!! It validated all my headcanons and I was happy ^^

I only have two spaces left omg I still have a lot xD Okay I’m gonna keep it simple for the other two, these are two scenes when I went “omg BADASS” lmao

9. Imogen riding her dead horse’s zombie form into a half-flooded Pine Spring to fight off monsters. Just, that entire visual. I need someone to draw this ^^

10. Harper dragging herself out of a flooding coffin and climbing back onto the boat. Listen, I need someone to draw that scene from Richard’s point of view because lmaoooo imagine you think you just got rid of a woman you hate in such a horrible way and you’re all happy about yourself and then she just crawls out of the water and into your boat absolutely drenched and angry OMG that must have been a sight xD

11. (yes I’m cheating) Special mention for all the #siblings moments in this book!! I absolutely loved Elliot and Harper’s relationship throughout all the book. It was sweet and loving but also absolutely peak sibling energy with them annoying and embarrassing each other xD I’m glad their grandfather survived (because I want Harper to finish college and not have too much responsibility thrown at her), but I also liked the idea of her suddenly being in charge of Elliot and it disrupting her life plans but of course she would give anything for that kid. I really loved that relationship.

[journeysintowebcomics]

Stand Still Stay Silent Liveblog #86

UPDATE 86: Gone

Last time the ghosts had managed to move on, all thanks to a pastor who stayed behind to help those unfortunate stray souls. This was an action of cataclysmic proportions in this church, and now it’s time for them to go outside and find out what happened. Are they safe? They certainly are, at least from ghosts. Let’s continue.

You know, it’s nice that despite the pile of terrible events and consequences in the last couple hundred pages, there’s still space for something nice happening. I’m very glad about it.

The three crewmembers and the cat step out, to the church. Sigrun is walking in front, rifle at the ready, in case anything came during the night. There’s nothing! The church is in ruins now, but there are no hostile creatures anywhere. Or...even friendly ones.

Hm...I for one am glad the pastor’s troll form is dead. I was somewhat unsure if anything would happen to it, if maybe once her consciousness moved on to heaven her troll body would take over and be hostile, but nope. Maybe by design because it wasn’t holding the church anymore, or maybe because of luck, that beam crushed its head...I think. It crushed something, regardless!

Sigrun is pleased with Reynir, glad the civilian that butted into the mission by hiding in a food crate turned out to be real useful. If he hadn’t been around to talk with the pastor or even know what to do about the ghosts, I’m pretty sure the crew would have been dead by now. And this is when he’s a beginner! If he gets some training, I’m sure he can be quite the force to be reckoned! Way to go, Reynir!

Regardless, it’s time to move on, and continue the trip towards the picking-up point. Now that they have no ghosts tailing them, there’s one thing less to worry about. Now they only have to be wary of the mutant huge creatures trying to kill them horribly and painfully! Jolly!

Once Reynir confirms there’s nothing else to worry about, Mikkel reminds him to not stray far. He says he won’t, because there’s no reason anymore.

Reynir done good. He can be proud. It’s great when characters go through the wringer and come out better than before. Heh, maybe his family won’t be so upset with him for escaping if he tells them he learned magic!

And so, they walk away from the church, with their spirits lifted high – no pun intended – and a spring to their step. They’re doing well, they have succeeded at something, and it’s only matter of time before they arrive to their meeting point. Happy day!

On the other hand, there’s the other half of the crew, not having a fun time at all. Emil’s staring at the screen like he wants help right now. Hang tight, Emil, there are around seventy pages left. Help should come at some point!

Contrary to what you may expect, Emil and Lalli don’t appear right away. We’re still with Sigrun, Mikkel and Reynir, who finally arrived to the meeting point. Looks like a pretty safe place to me, the only thing to be worried about is any whale trolls that may come to attack, but what are the odds that’ll happen?

Too high given this is a fictional story and therefore trouble is bound to happen, but I’m crossing my fingers and hoping they’ll be fine.

The cat indicates everything is just fine, no trolls hiding anywhere. They’ll get to settle down and make sure the books they gathered will be safe and sound. Personally I’m rather nervous about the amount of water around here. It’s not impossible that wheelbarrow of books will fall into the sea. That’d be a terrible move, because it’d mean the whole trip – and Tuuri’s death – gets no results. Here’s to hope no such thing happens!

Mikkel will go try to make some food with whatever little provisions they have left. Or perhaps not, because he stumbles upon a pile of food. Oh hey Reynir, look at that, all the fish cans you threw out somehow got all the way over here, haha! Or not, because Mikkel says it’s a decade old. Whatever these are I’m sure is surstromming by now, what with having fermented here for a decade. Reynir seems to like it because it’s not made by Mikkel, though. Hey, Sigrun, eat fish.

Well she’s not wrong, even if she doesn’t know that. It may be intuition! Or faith that Lalli and Emil wouldn’t roll over and die. Perhaps even both. The point is that Sigrun has a feeling they’re still out there, fighting to survive, and they left them behind.

Now, I’m not saying there weren’t any reasons to believe something awful had happened to them, but I don’t remember anything in particular that indicated they had died. They found troll remains, they found that huge unfrozen lake/sea/whatever it was, and got to the conclusion they perished in a fight with a troll. True, a troll that size wouldn’t randomly die and crash into frozen water, but...it doesn’t seem to me that they have considered at all their missing crewmembers may have taken a different route. I mean, it’s pretty obvious they didn’t cross the frozen expanse before it broke, because they didn’t stumble upon them when they backtracked, but it’s not like the road they were on is the only road in existence in that direction.

Then again, Tuuri had just died, less than a day before. I can understand they immediately thought tragedy had struck again. It is now that they had time to process the situation and rest somewhat at least one of them is considering things may not be as bleak as they seemed. Pretty unlikely they’ll go out there to search for their missing crewmembers, though. That’d be just too dangerous, especially since all they have is a hunch Sigrun admits is born from sentimentality.

Also, Mikkel is skeptical as always. Pshaw, Sigrun, what do you mean you feel it in your heart? Harrumph!

Reynir is thinking of their missing partners too, thinking to himself how he hopes they’re alive, but Lalli isn’t anywhere in his dream turf. Hmmmm...what happens to their dream terrain when a mage dies? Does it wilt, or does it fade away? If so, then the fact it’s still present and intact should be a good hint Lalli is alive! Not that Reynir would know, really. He’s not aware of the intricacies of magic, and the one guy who could explain doesn’t want to see him.

Without a sign Lalli and Emil are fine, Reynir thinks to himself he needs to accept they’re deceased and gone. This is when the scene changes to Emil, currently exhausted from another day of dragging Lalli around. Hopefully this time he won’t get any migraines when he encounters the trolls, what happened last time was terrifying.

But that’ll have to be for next time.

Next time: in six updates

[awesomenell65]

Here’s a salty monday morning thought prompted by something that drifted past on my dash.

If the radio calls had gotten through, after actually listening to 2199 liveblog diary entries, six year’s worth of daily nattering updates apparently without any deep thought or self reflection or personal growth - would B - or any member of space kru - still see Clarke in the same light as they had when they blasted off from earth and then mourned her, frozen in time, a flawed but incredibly noble 18 year old?

I know it’s an article of faith in some circles that had the radio calls made it through this would have only served to deepen true romantic love - but? would it? Really?

Or would that daily knowledge have created a completely different set of feelings/understandings/attitudes among spacekru over those six long years?

For example - would they actually have listened every single day? Or would it have gotten... boring? after some amount of years? Or irritating? Listening to someone exclaim over the taste of spring berries and grilled fish while you’re stuck on your billionth serving of algae glop? Or the two grounder women enduring Clarke’s commentary on raising a grounder child (a devil child, she called her...)? How would that strike them, over the years?  

I realize character realism is NOT something the writers of this story have any invested interest in - it’s entirely secondary to plot and the the issue of the season. But - IF it were, what would the impact of actually listening have been? Given what we know about how little Clarke changed in those six years?