#//we love paranoid little sewer rats

[faeroyce]

casshasfangs​:

Cass had thought it was a general common knowledge that he was a veritable fucking idiot; Rhett really didn’t have to call him out like that. He elbowed her in response, pretending to hide it by tucking his sunglasses into the front of his shirt, and then sipped at his cider. 

He followed the group into the little hole-in-the-wall, content to let Piper, Rhett and Shosh do most of the convincing and talking. Piper and Shosh especially were good at this kind of thing. Cass mostly just sipped his drink and frowned at the closed off wall, imagining Eric turning around from where he’d been at the bar, to find the group completely gone.

Sure, he wasn’t good at anything too social. But he knew music. Pursed his lips at Dani’s critique of their sound but didn’t fault it. When Dani waxed lyrical about her limitations within the sewer, though, he frowned and piped up, “We know what that’s like. We might have made it big but that’s only ‘cause we know. This isn’t just a band. Our gigs, our spaces, our staff, everything’s all about sticking it to them, and making this whatever the hell we want. I don’t know what you are, you don’t have to tell us. But you’re bigger than a fucking sewer, I’ll tell you that.”

He looked over his shoulder with a huff, then around to the other members of the group, “We’ll go to Stevie’s, then?” And to Dani, “We’ve got a studio down the way. Do you need a hand with your bass?”

—

The group eventually made their way to White Witch Studios, where Rosalind had a handbag over her arm and was furiously typing away on her phone, about to leave, when she encountered the group, “Merlin, there you are. Eric said you’d disappeared, and I was three seconds away from calling in a damn detective.”

She eyed the newcomer of the group, and raised a brow at Piper, awaiting an introduction. When it came, Rosalind extended her hand to Dani, “Nice to meet you. Come on in, everything’s where you left it- Cass, you left red bull on the amp, clean it up. Shosh, a package came for you, don’t ask me what it is, I don’t know. Rhett,” She opened her handbag then tossed a handkerchief in Rhett’s direction, “You look like you’ve been in a bloody sauna.” 

The younger band members tottered off in different directions, leaving Rosalind, Piper and Dani at the foyer. “Dani, I have a form for you to sign. It’s a standard non-disclosure agreement. Conditions only kick in if you decide not to pursue the part in the band. Just outlines that you can’t disclose the location of the studio, or what we talk about here. We record everything from the booth, you own all of your work, if you choose to leave we’ll give you the hard copies. Good with you?” She looked up from her phone then, reaching behind the foyer’s desk to pull out the clipboard and aforementioned form. 

.

Bigger than the fucking sewer. Dani stewed on that as they entered the building, the one that had been shuttered then suddenly taken off market and blocked off. She’d been tempted sorely at least thrice in the last week to break in and see what was being done with the place. Rumors flying that the Aurors were trying to set up a station within the sewers. Rumors flying it was a new Hedgehouse, that she could get behind. None of the rumors even predicted that it’d be a recording space, better, cleaner, newer than any DIY backrooms masquerading as a recording space in the entire sewer.

Bigger than a fucking sewer. Dani’s entire world was the Den, it spread like tentacles beneath the city, spreading it’d denizens deeper and filling up the spaces it could with anyone who needed the freedom Above could grant. 

“Ya can’t call a detective down here,” Dani offered, hands buried into her pockets lest she fucking infect the space or something; god it even smelled new, “the Den don’t like the Aurors much, won’t let them in for anything less than a murder most days. They can't get much further than my Da's place, and we're a bit further than tha' right now." Dani paused to think, "I'm a liar, the Den likes that one Auror who sings all them muggle musicals. Even if I have chased him into a wall at least twice for singing Phantom too often.”

She was blathering, a bad habit for when she got nervous or overexcited, and trapped her jaw shut and offered a small smile, her free hand wrapped around the neck of her bass that was still hung around her shoulders and had been the entire walk over.

Dani eyed the contract, her Da had a talent for truth seeking something she didn’t quite possess in spades but folk couldn’t really lie to her. She could see their intention, sparking like fools gold in the corner of their smiling mouths. Dani held her free hand out, the one not on the strings.

When it was handed to her she looked around the room, and straightened up. 

“Mind if I have your name, please?” Dani offered her a smile, the sort that got her in trouble with fiancé's, the kind that could root someone to the spot, make their head a bit fuzzy and their time a little slower. Nothing serious, just a little proper Fae trickery in action. “I like to know who I’m talkin’ to is all. We’re all about community trust down here, best to know our neighbors and employers.”

Dani thumbed the bass, what may have been perceived as a nervous tick was casting a light truth-seeking spell around the contract, the kind her Da could do by twitching his nose, the kind Dani could do while using her bass. But the contact wasn’t glowing, and the woman wasn’t either, the usual spark of pyrite around the corner of a liar’s mouth missing. 

Safe to sign then.

Stalagmite was the best of the many Den venues, with clean bathrooms and clean water; sound was good, the place safe if you ignored the jutting rocks coming up from the floor. The Clinic hated Stalagmite and the rotating crowd surfers who came out of the shows with with puncture wounds from getting dropped wrong onto the jutting rocks. Dani had scars from her own days in the crowd. But now her view consisted of screaming fans, heavy bass riffs, and her name being chanted back at her.

Last song, she had to make it count. The Terrified Jones paid her fifteen galleons to do a cover job, she had two days to learn the material and announce her joining the band for a few shows. Guest player.

Dani winked at Val just in front of the barricade, arms enclosing the little Veela the were-jag called an annoyance currently dancing her ass off to The Terrified Jones lead singer, whose voice was cracking every time he tried to hit a new note. The smoke was intense on stage, the stage lights flashing piss yellow and neon purple - the band's atrocious choice. But the money, the stage, and cheers as the band walked off and Dani heard her name being yelled. Well, it felt better than whatever shit emo rock band from Belfast could pay her.

Dani went straight for the bar, bass slung low on her hips and the bartender immediately started throwing together a triple gin and honey mix. The fae felt eyes on her and turned to the small group hovering and whispering.

Flashing her most coy smile, Dani ran her fingers through her sweaty tumble of hair - "Need an autograph, or maybe a photo eh? Admiring my good looks are we?" Dani flipped the bartender a half sickle and took her drinks, "Hope y'all enjoyed the show and everything; merch is to the back. Unless of 'course ya want something else from me. Which is fortunate for you all as I do groups, but you'll need to provide the space."

[littleladymab]

FebruarOC - Xochitl

OOOHHHHHH SUSHI MY BELOVED!!!!!! She is my character for our Werewolf game (which we're playing TOMORROW) it had been on hold for four solid years due to pandemic (we play (mostly) in person) and life/job stuff, but we finally got to start playing again on NYE! Nothing like sounding in the new year trying to remember a game you haven't played in four years ;;;; 

(It was fine I killed something in one hit) 

Xochitl is the 5'3" alpha of her pack and team dad (her beta, Rory, huge 6'something, is team mom). One of the first notes I made for her was that her fighting style is: (ง •̀_•́)ง !!! and a little bit of (*｀ω´)/――――― ●)´Дﾟ) I was nervous about picking up the role of alpha originally, but I made the choice after figuring that no one else would probably do it (and I was right lol) in the end, I'm really glad! I've had a lot of fun, and she's the right amount of impulsive (it is one of her flaws) to carry them forward, and I'm the right amount of "I can't stand awkward silences at the table" to keep conversations going. Whoops. 

She's from the Fiana tribe, though she's got a Hispanic name because of her father (Who was a Shadow Lord of Spaniard descent who left his tribe when he fell in love with Jael lmao), and she gets along most with her father who is also an Ahroun (meaning they're real good at fighting). Her mom had another child in a first... not marriage? I don't think they got married, but she had another child before she married Arturo and had Xochitl, but Xochitl never knew her sibling that well as they disappeared and presumed dead when she was still very young. 

And by presumed I mean they actually did die, but they're back now! Hah hah! And working for the Autumn King, which, you know, isn't a real thing, so totally normal and okay and nothing wrong here, amiright???? 

Well, We're going to find out tomorrow, because we're totally going to finally kill the autumn king and save Zeke's mom and ????? something Xochitl's sibling. 

the nickname Sushi comes from when the pack went to a bar and we met a group of Fae for the first time -- we were all being super paranoid about the Fae and you KNOW you're not supposed to give them your real name, except that Grace (the GM) said one of them was FC as Janelle Monae and I made some sort of involuntary sound and Grace asked "was that you or Xochitl?" and I went "(makes ionno sound)". But in her all her awkward grace, Xochitl introduces herself as 'Sushi'.

And then Ashanti (Janelle Monae) just won't stop rolling 10's when interacting with Xochitl and becomes instantly SMITTEN which now means that Xochitl is dating a really powerful fae lord of the winter court! And she's promised to bring back the head of the false king for her girlfriend! I'm so normal about them. 

AND! ONCE THEY GET BACK FROM AUTUMN! There's something in the sewers that has been encroaching upon Rat territory, and well it's not like Xochitl and Remy are a thing, but also, Xochitl has two hands and I wouldn't be mad if she and Remy flirt a little hehe BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, She's been keeping in touch with Remy (who is also team tattoo) about the goings on, and at the moment the ratkin have it under control, but Xochitl is gonna help investigate and deal with it later. 

Now, generally, the pack is an investigation agency called City's Eyes! through a few different series of events during their investigations, everyone did get a gold lightning-scar tattoo on their body (hence the Team Tattoo) -- this marked them all as chosen by these lost totems, and so one of our big quests was to go and save all these lost totems! Xochitl switched from Clashing Boom Boom to Quetzalcoatl as a result, which is like, her learning some responsibility and really taking ownership of being a leader and not just going about it as pell-mell as she had been. 

She has been one of my favorite characters to play, and even with our 4 year gap, the one that I've played the longest (we've been playing since like 2018). It's so easy to slip back into her! And even tho she no longer has her chaos twin that was Theane, she now has another Ahroun in Tali who is also more Mature(TM) than Theane was and I think that'll help keep Xochitl on the right track! Especially because right now she's distressed because her estranged "I thought you were dead but now you're working for someone who is legitimately insane and you're going mad but occasionally you remember who I am to you and try to warn me" sibling is there and she REALLY wants this king's head to give to Ashanti. She only just met Tali but insofar feels like she can rely on her! And of course, she can always rely on Rory and Theo to help protect the others. 

Now, forgive me, I have a lot of playlists and a lot of pinboards for her, so I'll end with all of those! I've also uploaded her character sheet and her profile for free to patreon (which includes her gifts and weapons). Please know that when I roll to hit, I'm rolling a minimum of 9 dice, and then if I hit, WOAH BUDDY. What a satisfying sound!! 

Pinboards: 

Xochitl's Board 

Xochitl and Ashanti's Board 

"We went to a fancy party and all I got was second place in a tournament and also this fancy pinboard of outfit inspo"

Playlists: 

Xochitl's character playlist 

Xochitl's "Workout" playlist 

Rowan's playlist (Xochitl's sibling) 

City's Eyes playlist 

Xochitl and Ashanti playlist (ver1)

Xochitl and Ashanti playlist (bodyguard AU edition)

I told you: normal. 

Wish us luck storming the castle and killing the false king of autumn!!! 

[cadmuslabs777]

My degree of worry for my pet is that she is so small and frail but very energetic and loves everyone and everything so if we go visit someone I have to keep my eyes on her at ALL times. Like. To the point that IF I let her out of my leash to run a bit I have to know where she is and every time I distract myself I'm immediately like "Did anyone see Safira??? Mom where is Safira???!!" (She is just a little bit bigger than a sewer rat, anyone could step on her fr)

Once we were at a small ranch with a pond and because everyone kept telling me to let her run around a bit I let her go. The owner, a man, was working outside on his crops so I assumed she would be safe. Sometime later I'm in the kitchen and my dog comes close to my leg like she usually does when she wants to be on my lap.

I look down once, greeting her, and then I look down again. She was completely soaked. There were some green bits around her fur. She FELL ON THE FUCKING POND. SHE COULD HAVE DROWNED. She was violently shaking. I dried her up and kept her close to me on a blanket for at least an hour. I was so pissed at myself and horrified.

So yeah, this is why I am so extremely paranoid about my dog. I also have a ton of bad experiences with letting other people take care of them, like really traumatizing ones even. Honestly I don't think neither me or my dog are in a healthy relationship I am certainly very controlling and paranoid but in my defense she is extremely small, like she was the smallest of her siblings. I have to protect this angel from the world, she is too pure and trusting.

[hellpark]

GREGORY: Oh my, seems Craig’s little online army doesn’t have a care at all that I’ve taken command of his weblog.

GREGORY: Estella, there are people who are actually curious about the true side of things, would you believe that?

ESTELLA: Are you really fiddling around with that stupid thing over there?

ESTELLA: Of course you couldn’t hold back from sating your bloated ego, you needed electronic strangers to help inflate it even further, you limp, detached and wounded tail of a diseased lizard.

GREGORY: Goodness, there are questions regarding both you and I, you know.

GREGORY: I haven’t so much as talked about myself at all, mind you.

ESTELLA: Why are there people attempting to talk to me through that device.

ESTELLA: Are you truly so stupid as to inform everybody of our whereabouts?

GREGORY: Heavens, no.

GREGORY: Just having some fun, is all.

GREGORY: You should join me with this one, spare yourself a moment why don’t you.

ESTELLA: Ugh, if it will get you off my back, fine.

GREGORY: Now this one asks what our impression of each of those incessant dullards Craig calls friends is.

ESTELLA: All of them are as stale and boring as a long forgotten water biscuit fallen beneath a dumpster.

GREGORY: Right you are.

ESTELLA: Can I get back to what I was doing, now?

GREGORY: Not quite, I think I’d fancy tearing down the walls of each individual here.

GREGORY: It’s only fair that these curious strangers get their just earful.

ESTELLA: [sigh]

ESTELLA: If you insist.

GREGORY: I suppose we might as well start with the most likely focus of interest, the original owner of this log.

GREGORY: Craig.

GREGORY: You know originally, I didn’t have all too much of an issue with this brain dead husk of a man.

GREGORY: I told him.

GREGORY: If he doesn’t fuck with me, I would have no qualms against him.

ESTELLA: And yet here you are, still plucking splinters from the backside of your head.

GREGORY: I could tell he was going to be a problem from the start, I just figured he’d be too slow and careless to be much of an actual threat.

ESTELLA: I’d almost say it’s adorable how angry you are over such a nuisance of a boy; But you’re far too revolting to ever be adorable, so I will just say it’s amusing.

GREGORY: ...

GREGORY: I don’t like him.

GREGORY: I’ll leave it at that.

ESTELLA: I couldn’t care less for that gelatinous clump of blue ink.

GREGORY: I suppose next would be his subordinate friend-- Clyde, is it?

GREGORY: The one you stupidly chose to take control of.

GREGORY: Over just about any other candidate.

ESTELLA: I do not need to be reminded.

ESTELLA: He was simply the most emotionally compromised at the time.

GREGORY: It’s become clear that’s just how he always is.

ESTELLA: You sure took your oh so pleasant time getting me out of that putrid cauldron of body odor and unpleasantly placed hair.

ESTELLA: He’s quite revolting when he’s all alone, do you know this?

GREGORY: Do you mean... more so than you find other men to be, or...

ESTELLA: Yes, I do mean more so.

ESTELLA: You have no idea the things I had to sit through with that horrid, small manhooded caveman.

GREGORY: I’m sure.

GREGORY: I have no real feelings towards him either way, though he seems a little too keen on Tweek for my liking.

GREGORY: Or, I should say, Tweek seems a little too trusting of him.

GREGORY: So in turn, I am not too fond of him, either.

GREGORY: Now, the one I find the most tolerable of the bunch is certainly Token.

GREGORY: I remember him well from when I was still alive.

GREGORY: Truly, if there were anybody to rival Wendy and I’s intellectual abilities together, it would be him.

ESTELLA: Well, he did throw all of us under the bus by telling Damien exactly what we’ve been up to on the surface, so I do not think I can possibly see him in the same light as you.

GREGORY: Oh, well I suppose there is that.

ESTELLA: Other than that, I find him a rather boring, simple minded individual.

ESTELLA: He could die the most foul and upsetting death imaginable, and I would not think any different of him-- same goes for the rest of those boys.

GREGORY: Mm, well, I still think I find him the most bearable of the bunch.

ESTELLA: If you say so, you blood-drunk man loving tick.

ESTELLA: Let’s talk about the best of the bunch, why don’t we?

GREGORY: Oh? Do you suddenly have a favorite?

ESTELLA: Why yes I do.

ESTELLA: Stan, of course.

GREGORY: Oh. Him.

GREGORY: That thick-headed, good for nothing drain on society...

GREGORY: That’s who your favorite is?

ESTELLA: Yes indeed.

ESTELLA: I just love it when the real you comes out.

ESTELLA: Look at you now. Can’t help your horns from showing, you’re just so upset that anybody could possibly like that van-hit skunk.

ESTELLA: As if I’d actually enjoy him any more than the other bloody idiots.

GREGORY: There are few people more deserving of hell than Stan Marsh.

ESTELLA: I could think of many, but if you take such offense to your own personal death, I won’t stop you from thinking of that.

ESTELLA: My, you’re so much more pleasant to be around when you’re angry...

ESTELLA: My opinion of him is rather neutral, but he’s a man so there isn’t much about him that’s favorable anyways.

GREGORY: Let’s talk about his counterpart instead.

ESTELLA: And who would that be?

GREGORY: Kyle.

GREGORY: The bloke with the ugly green ushanka.

ESTELLA: Oh, that collapsed anal cavity of a sewer rat.

ESTELLA: The opinionated one who thinks his insufferably bland words actually matter.

ESTELLA: Rather rich, but that’s all I can give him.

GREGORY: He’s always thought of himself as some sort of martyr of first world problems.

GREGORY: I’m sure if he wasn’t so full of himself he’d be less of a drain to talk to.

ESTELLA: Funny, that’s how I feel about you.

ESTELLA: You’re really just describing yourself, you know.

GREGORY: When I fight for justice, I’m not doing it to make myself feel good.

GREGORY: I do it for those who cannot take action themselves.

ESTELLA: Oh, I’m sure you love to tell yourself that.

GREGORY: Speaking of selfish drains...

GREGORY: It truly shows how utterly stupid all of Stan’s friends are, still hanging around that tub of lard Eric.

ESTELLA: He didn’t really speak much while I was around, so all he is to me is another worthless sausage on a rusted old pan.

GREGORY: All I saw was that he still looks like he’s 10, and certainly still sounds like it.

ESTELLA: Smells like it, too.

GREGORY: I never did like the boy, he completely ruined an entire covert operation, you know?

GREGORY: Directly caused the death of a fellow comrade.

GREGORY: Of course we were all turned back before the war, thus nullifying all of our actions henceforth, but it still stands that the old paranoid fool he killed never quite was the same.

ESTELLA: Oh, let’s not start this conversation again.

ESTELLA: You talked my ear off for days on end the last time I decided to indulge in your simplistic babblings of self-perceived hardship.

GREGORY: Though who I find most interesting throughout all of what we went through was who really saved us all in the end.

GREGORY: I hadn’t seen all too much of him beforehand, yet he sacrificed himself for the entire town over in the end.

GREGORY: That Kenny fellow...

GREGORY: You know, despite spiking me over the head with that lawn ornament earlier, I don’t really have too harsh a thought on him.

GREGORY: I blame Tweek and Thomas for not warning me more than anything, really.

GREGORY: There’s something about him that seemed all too familiar, though, even as a young adult now...

ESTELLA: I am taking advantage of the fact that you look like you’re lost in your tiny, hollowed out peanut shell of a brain to say that I am leaving now.

ESTELLA: There are better things to attend to.

GREGORY: I can’t even remember how he came back from the dead, he just appeared one day, good as new.

GREGORY: I never knew the original ruler of hell personally, only his son of course, but perhaps there was some sort of additional deal made for him to return to the land of the living once more?

GREGORY: Honestly, this perplexes me severely now that I think about it, and I can’t believe I’ve not thought about it more until now.

GREGORY: Needless to say, this one’s an interesting individual, to say the least.

GREGORY: Definitely not one I’d think to trust any time soon, however. He’s far too... suspicious of a person...

GREGORY: Hmm...

GREGORY: Well-- that’s all of them I suppose.

GREGORY: Though, hmm...

GREGORY: I could have sworn Craig’s friends had one more on their team...?

GREGORY: I wonder where they could be in all of this mess.

GREGORY: ...These are quite fun, I think I may indulge myself in a few more...

[critical-ramblings]

Things that Mean More on a second watch-through of C2

Episode 8-10

"He burned alive in front of me" "Yeah you did that though" this is why I love Beau

Caleb identifying all the things and then not telling them what it is makes a first appearance! It's so clear here how little he trusts them, even as he jokes with Beau 'you look like a nerd' and Fjord 'yeah those manacles just stop you from being gassy"

Fjord snaps Beau's goggles almost immediately upon her acquiring them. so what I'm saying is that they've always had that sibling energy

Caleb purposefully manipulates Jester by giving her the wand--to distract her from the glove of blasting...too bad Beau is on the case.

Beau says she's getting her own room, and Jester says they've always been roommates...this is also the night Beau tucks her in, so....THIS IS IN EPISODE 8 PEOPLE

Jester extorting the starosta for Fjord's letter is still Incredible, as is the first appearance of "Fjord Tough." I still lost it with the rest of the table.

Caleb didn't have to roll a wisdom save after he incinerated the bandit leader because he was immediately knocked unconscious, but Liam makes up for it with the nightmare he has afterward (take them out, take them out!) LOVE ME SOME ANGSTY WIZARD

I already made a post about this, but I feel compelled to remind everyone that the shady guide they meet when they first get to Zadash is the abandoned business partner of Lawrence, Tary's husband. 

First appearance of Pumat Sol! I love how much the cast love's Matt's voices

"Unpleasant one, let's go" "obnoxious one, I'm with ya" Molly and Beau are so good you guys

"There are those who believe [tieflings] are the result of the Curse of Ghor Dranas" cool world-building Matt!

"The Apple Tree Learning Center" is a soltryce-run 'public school' for children and adults...who wants to bet it was a similar school that discovered the blumentrio? Or at least encouraged them to apply

the first time Caleb transcribed a spell (unseen servant) he IMMEDIATELY invited Nott to help him. And Nott, though dismayed that it was going to take 2 hours, was willing to help out.

"What are you doing with my cat?" Molly won't be able to see through Frumpkin's eyes, but he's got the spirit

"When you compliment people it sounds like a fucking insult," Fjord and Beau are GREAT

Maye one reason we have a dim view of the Empire is because our first plot line in Zadash involved corrupt politicians...not to mention Caleb's whole Thing

First mention of the Cerberus Assembly: general complaints that they're grabbing for power and influence in Zadash and beyond.

Nott being afraid of the bath :( "a person could drown in that"

I legitimately forgot how much they treated Nott like a kid...from the swimming lesson, 'you'll get a sticker'

Caleb is SUPER paranoid, asking everyone how they feel about the Empire and sounding out these new party members. Funnily enough, it's Molly who is most on his wavelength as far as keeping a low profile goes

Yasha really didn't want to confess which god she followed to the rest of the Nein, but when pressed said, "he pulled me out of what felt like literally the depths of hell. I owe him my life." this is without even remembering Obann or what he did.

The contrast between early Beau/Yasha 'do I get a good view" 'roll for perv' and later Softness is...a lot

Caleb and Yasha bond over not doing the hugging thing

Nott LEANS AWAY after asking how dangerous the sewer job is going to be. She is Not On Board for risking her life the way the others are--not even for 700 gold.

'you kicked his cat into oblivion!' "I didn't!" Matt doesn't often distance himself from his NPCs, but when he does it's for animal cruelty and bad parenting.

Jester talking about her visit with the Traveler in the Pillow Trove is...Relevant. It's kind of crazy how early the line was drawn between Fjord and Beau not trusting him and Caleb being quick to prop up Jester's faith, "there are stories that tell of gods dabbling with mortals, not often but it does happen." whereas Beau says, "I'm interested in a god who kicks it with mortals. Never heard of that."

Caleb not wanting to get a new jacket because he knows this one is big autism feels (even if it is also his paranoia talking)

"she does see hamster unicorns. they're gods, right?" "No Beau they're just--they're just unicorns" I love them

"I've never been in a sewer" Molly says, excitedly, and also making me Feel Things

the evolution of Yasha's voice is really cute. we stan 1 Ashley Johnson

I think I was still listening to the podcast at this point so I totally missed all of the It jokes Liam did in the sewer job

Nott sees everyone getting ready to fight and takes a drink. It is interesting to keep track of her drinking, knowing everything we know now.

rat punching, the pasttime of lvl 3 adventurers.

Yasha, to Caleb: "are you very scared right now"

Caleb: "no because I am with all of you"

Nott: "I'm very scared right now"

Caleb advocating for looting the guards the spider killed is #vultureculture

It gets overlooked in later episodes, but 10 was when Nott's button collecting really took off.

They meet the Zadash Lawmaster Orentha and Nott immediately says, "she seems nice. I wonder why all those people wanted to rebel against her." if that doesn't sum up the themes of this campaign idk what does

Nott says, "and now we never have to do another adventure again" she's come so far

Caleb is VERY transactional after this fight, handing out loot for favors and goodwill with individual party members rather than splitting the loot.

This leads directly to Molly pinning him to the wall, which in retrospect was definitely a play for authority and dominance and not anything shippy.

Caleb straight up says to Fjord, "I don't trust you yet. I don't trust any of these people yet."

That whole conversation is actually Very Good: 

Fjord: "That's too bad"

Caleb: "yeah I have...I have made mistakes in my life. And, I'm, I have harmed people. Not in a long time. *clears throat* you know I thought I was going to be something, someday, a long time ago, and now I. Don't."

"We've all harmed people, and I hope you come to trust me in time" this is why I ship widofjord (emphasis mine)

 Nott going through Fjord's stuff is also this episode! Such shady motherfuckers

"If the money's right and it's not stupid" is a good philosophy for this group

"Your cat got kicked into another dimension?!" "Oh he had such a face, I will never forget this face"

They have fireflies in Kamordah and not Nicodranas. Canon.

[cosmicpeko]

Tool ㅡ Chapter 2: Beauty

Word count: 1,688

OTP: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x Peko Pekoyama | Danganronpa 2

Additional characters: Hiyoko Saionji, Nagito Komaeda, Ibuki Mioda, others implied

Story type: Fanfiction

Short summary: Peko Pekoyama dives into her most precious memories in an intimate journey to self-love, trying to live with emotions she can’t control and to discover what it’s like to be a real person. More notes at the end.

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Quick notes before you start: More characters will be mentioned in this chapter and the plot will be a little more consistent this time - while still keeping Peko’s introspective style and thought processing. Remember this is a collection of memories, so the story will follow a timeline, but the episodes are not related. Enjoy!

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My lips whisper: I am a tool. I was brought to this world to be by his side; I shall fulfill my purpose.

« Remind me why we joined this lame-ass party in the first place. »

I awaken from my dissociation. I forgot where I was ㅡ I don't know how long I was absent.

« Well, for one: you need to step out your yakuza royalty zone and stop being an uptight asshole; for two, this isn't a party, it's an extra-class briefing and as long as class rep wants you here, you come here. Are you afraid we see your momma come pick you up? » « I will fucking slit your throat, you nasty pigtailed bitch. » « Do it, pussy. I'm waiting. »

Conversations float above my head, never touch my ears. Crimson eyes mix with peach and tangerine lights of a summer sunset. Rays filtered by the see-through texture of the room's curtains. Dust flies around bothered by the slightest movement. Hazy comfort.

"Are you having fun, tool? Are you relaxed?" Hands stop mid-air, vainly attempting to catch a rivulet of light for myself. To steal it ㅡ they are now cold, uninhabitable. "You are failing, I see," heart shakes, "at keeping your priorities in check." Head immediately turns around, facing the inside of the room. Analyzing every face. Looking for guilty expressions. Fingers reach for the sword bag, then stop once again. Body is all tensed up. Pure anxiety ㅡ need to control. "Do not let your guard down. Protect your Master."

In no way I was going to be at peace.

« AAAHH!!! I can't believe this sewer rat grabbed my kimono!!! Pekoyama, come get your fucking boyfriend!!! » « Imma kill you right here, right now, or I swear my last name is not fuckin' Kuzuryuu! » « Yakuza is societal filth that can't live in the civilized world and I hope you know that very well!!! » The sight of a rather normal teenage scenario unraveling before me ㅡ it's soothing. This is what 'young' looks like. An inaudible sigh leaves me.

« Fuyuhiko. Is there something bothering you? » calm voice keeps a secret ㅡ I would be ready to kill anyone who touches him. First sight is enough to me. « You even got your girlfriend to hate me? Fine! You two smell too fishy. Are you yakuza too, four-eyes? » I refrain to reply. Just at first. Blonde hair floats on traditional clothing. Face too pretty. Mouth too lousy. « I have no reason to hate you, » I wouldn't know how. « You have been screaming for a while now - it's wrecking my ears, and everybody else's in this room. »

« Oi, Saionji. » something in that call alerts me, too. I immediately turn ㅡ to hear soft chuckles. Hands waving innocently. Pale and sickly. His walk is unbalanced in a way that disturbs me. « I advise you not to provoke the swordswoman in any way. She might hurt you real bad, » he lowers his sight, « ...hehe- and I mean, serious boo boo. You wouldn't mess with such a wonderful couple anyway, would you? » Something about this person is not healthy, both physical and mentally speaking. He reminds me of a haunted house ㅡ terrifying. Abandoned on its own pity. With empty rooms and hollow hallways ㅡ inhabited by ghosts only he can see. « What's this? A congregation of rats?! And like, aren't you fucking dead already? » « You're right, » chuckles, « I should be. I wonder why that hasn't happened to me already, given my circle of luck- »

« YOOOOOSHHHH! We now announce you - we?? Well I, me, myself, Ibuki Mioda - I'm bored!!! » Everything in the room ceases to exist for a minute, overshadowed by this loud screaming entry. Mioda ㅡ overwhelming. Personified hyperactivity. Too much energy unchanneled. « Since this meeting seems to come to nnnooouu~ conclusion whatsoever, »  Mioda has this way of speaking that would make my sword terribly easy to wield. "We - we?? No I, me, myself, Ibuki Mioda - decided to start having fun - in the girls' way!!! » « Oh, here we fuckin' go- » « SHUT UP!!! We're hosting a makeover!!! I'm gonna make you shine with a perfect look!!!" her expression changes drastically in a fistful of seconds, « I need a volunteer though. » I find myself even more puzzled. I wouldn't quite know how this would be fun. In fact, I am convinced I have ever experienced that kind of amusement in any way, at this point. Only the thought of it ㅡ a context where I do not possess self-control. Where I am not focused enough. Uneasiness inducing thoughts ㅡ they make me frown immediately. « Oh??? And why is Komaeda even here?!? The boys spent the entire afternoon looking for you- » « I've always been inside this house. » eerie man speaks again. Voice is incredibly pacifying. It clashes with his spectral look. « Besides, I would rather not spend all my time with those idiotic peasants. To be fair, I'm here to get away from them. May I share a suggestion for who you should do this makeover to? » His eyes wander for a little more just for the suspance. Greyish and dull. They find me very soon, and try to lock into mine. I secure an exchange of glances before I retreat into something more comfortable ㅡ like afternoon warm rays posing and reflecting on the almost unsettling white of my skin. I tried to outrun him. In vain.

« Pekoyama Peko, perhaps? Will you have the guts to accept the duty? »

I can hear my Master gulp from a distance. « YOOOOSSHHH!!! Then it's settled!!! » she took the suggestion before I could reply. Komaeda grins like he defeated an enemy. « I'll gather all the girls here!!! Take a seat and enjoy the ride~! » Anything that happens in between the moments is way beyond my knowledge. Eyes immediately to my Master as soon as my classmates push me into the project. A part of me needs to let him know I am fine, in every context. Istinct. Pure guts.

Hands and tools start unbraiding my hair, let it flow on my shoulders. Some other are on my face. I close my eyes. Panicking. Uncontrolled discomfort. Every inch of my body is ready to fight back the danger. But there is no danger. The danger is an illusion. And this illusion ㅡ I feel it wrecking me. Making me paranoid, and at the same time, always ready to protect. A machine, brought to life to be forever on the edge. Walking on the thin layer between total control and madness. This, this will make me mad.

« Peko, you have the longest hair ever. It's a pity you always braid them!!! You reaaaally have this beauty potential- I'm sure Fuyuhiko agrees with me!!! »

I feel my eyelids snap open. No one is allowed to even breathe his name. I frantically look for him. I can't see between the many bodies. I can't keep in control of things. I start to panic even more. I never felt this. Never. But control needs to be the first thing. My Master needs to be the first thing. My life is in forever duty. His safety is my duty. I do not have time for this. I do not have permission for this. I do not deserve-

« WE DONE!!! Classmates, be gone. Let the girl admire the Gods' work!!! » Mioda's high pitch in distance shuts everything silent. In my brain. In the room. Bodies have left my side, letting light fill my now-closed eyelids again. I can feel its warmth. And I don't want to wake up from the dream of ignorance. But voices urge me. Impatient vibes torture my spine. I need to confront it.

I decide to ㅡ so blood-shot iris anxiously point the picture on the mirror before me. And they don't recognize it.

On the other side, mirror Peko's hair is completely free, fallen gently on her shoulders, on her back. Sweet curls rest on her body. Face is filled with light makeup, to contour, to refine ㅡ the beauty of the picture, and the ugliness of the inside.

I can not handle this. This is so new, so unexperienced. So beyond my knowledge of reality. My image has drastically changed ㅡ I can not see the pain anymore. I can't feel the hardness of the skin anymore. The sorrow. The solitude. The constrained acceptance of my fate. Tool. Mumblings inside my head are gentler. Tool. Faces all around me are gentler. Tool. The world feels lovely to my heart. Tool. Tool. Tool. Tool. Tool. Tool. Tool. Tool. Tool.

« Well? Peko???! Moshi moooshhh??? » I can't help it. I can not help but struggle to live with this new truth that is unraveling before me. I need to go back to reality.

How dare I. How dare I. How dare I-

« Will you shut the fuck up? Both of you! Mioda, Saionji, and even Komaeda - yes I see you! Fucking stop!!! » A splash of freezing water leaving me breathless ㅡ His voice. His rushed breath, his running towards me. His hands on me. Everything is just right the moment he comes back to my side. I sense him reading me, like the title of an old book lying on a low shelf.

He knows something I don't know. He sees something I can't see.

Something I need.

« Peko. You really are beautiful, » he says. Not even a flinch on his face ㅡ he wouldn't dare to show weakness in public. But I can sense it. His true self. « You deserve this moment. »

My mind loses it, slowly, entering a coma of self-soothing mumbling. I feel my eyes water instantly. Painful drops suddenly tear my skin.

« What??? What the heck?? You made her cry!!! » « I said close your fucking mouth or I swear to God- » « You're not supposed to make her cry!!! Oh Lord of make up- please forgive him! » « Mioda, one more word!!! » « You made your girlfriend cry!!!! Watch her being desperate and know it's your fault! » « Ah...the hope and despair born from love...how strangely beautiful...how terrifying... » « You really should be dead already!!! »

Voices fade, as I close my eyes again, indulging myself in a moment of wet abandonment.

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Soooorrryyyyyy for keeping you wait! This is the second chapter of our dear Peko’s memories collection! I really want to thank you for the overwhelming support I received for the 1st chapter. I did not see that coming!!! Thank you so much ;_;

Ps. I might need to call off the weekly update restriction, cause I find it kinda...limiting? I really need inspiration to work, I can’t afford to feel pressured on this too ;; sorry guys. But I’ll still be quick cause I already have the story aaaall in my head. See you soon with the next chapter! Also, any kind of sharing and support will be deeply appreciated!

Next chapter hints: We’ll get a bit more into something we’ve already seen in Danganronpa, both the story and the game. Even with the episode being canon, I’ll describe it using something out of my fantasy. Hope you’ll love it!

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Headaches of Fear

Request(s): Hi luv! I just want to say I really love your writing really quick before I ask, can you do one where the little sister starts having the bad headaches then visions then dreams about peoples death like sam did? Thanks luv!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️🖤🖤🖤🖤

 Pairing: Sam and Dean x little sister!reader, Castiel x WinsSister!Reader

A/N: Edited by amazingly talented and gorgeous @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo

Show her lots of love! Also mentions of triggering material! Please do not read if you struggle with suicidal ideation/thoughts/self-harm addiction/ideation/thoughts

Stay safe and Always Keep Fighting kiddos!

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Knees hit the floor first. Always the knees.

Then palms. Digging into the stained carpet of many other passerbyers before.

Then elbows. Making your bones rattle up to your shoulders.

Eyes shutting and hoping that whatever is coming will cease its existence right where it is now, before it can stem into something greater.

Nails striving to pull out each individual strand of hair in a way to subdue the pain.

“Y/N?”.

The question swims through all of the chaos erupting from your cranial cavity. You try to open your eyes but something so bright and burning blocks your motion.

“Y/N!”.

The statement seems to get lost in the image playing out before you.

Tears wet your cheeks as you grip your hair, pulling, pulling until something physically removes your hands from the strands, holding them just as tight back.

The image comes into view. A young boy, kissing a girl before they both jump off of the bridge, holding hands and screaming. You scream with them, your vocal cords tearing away from your throat to emit the sound.

“Y/N! Open your eyes, you’re okay!” You can recognize the call now as the stream of liquid hits your chin, dripping off the edge of your face just as the two had jumped straight off the bridge.

Another voice drifts through the lighter air, “What the hell is going on?”.

You squeeze the rims of your lids together one more time before allowing the dim bulbs to illuminate your surroundings.

Your heart was hammering against your ribcage, almost breaking the skin and landing in your widened palms.

“I saw something,” you breathe, feeling your lips curl into the sour face of a sob, “It hurt so much.”

A sigh with a tongue peeking out of your shaggy haired sibling’s mouth previewed the next questions to come.

“Are you getting headaches, visions? Like I did?”

A few hours later an angel is circling you as your cheeks, pink and raw from the earlier waterfalls that cascaded them like rocks in a shallow stream, vibrate from nerves.

“She isn’t part of yellow-eyes charade, he’s dead, she can’t be!” Dean stumbled over each fragment.

“Shhh-,” Sam warned.

“She’s not experiencing what you did, Sam,” the angel spoke up.

“Then what is it?” Dean asked, rubbing a circle into your shoulder.

“She’s gaining her psychic abilities.”

Your eyes widened, opening as much as they possibly could.

“My what?”

“You are destined to aid this world by seeing future pathways some have the chance to take,” Castiel intently listened to angel radio as they talked over each other.

“The angels have granted you with this gift because they believe you are the only one left to redeem this world. Your brothers failing on multiple attempts made it seem urgent that you were granted this gift.”

“But I don’t want it,” you replied. Sam let a low whistle signaling the awkward tension to follow.

“Well it is not really a take back sort of gift.”

“But it isn’t ay sort of special occasion and I already have plenty of other special powers,” you air quoted the last two words.

“Like eating an entire pizza by yourself?” Dean countered.

You shot him a glare, “Like being able to keep these two in check. Mind you every time they’ve screwed up I’ve been out of the picture.”

“Well if it’s any consolation, the pain will cease in time as you grow stronger in your ability,” and with that the sound of sprouting wings filled all sound waves near and far.

You sighed, letting out a small groan with it; however remembering your last premonition shot you out of your chair.

“We need to go! Now!” You grabbed your coat off the bed and slammed the door. Both boys looked at each other.

“What was that?” Sam muttered.

For the angels were right, the only one able to save those in the upcoming world was you. You had seen the couple meant to cure a breakout disease from sewer rats in the next upcoming years.

You were the only light at the end of the tunnel, and not just for your brothers.

[redpaperowl]

D&D Tonight

K: Someone put “wet” next to the penis. DM: You put what next to a penis?!

DM: You get to enjoy my little drawings. Z: Is that the sun? DM: Yep. Z: Did someone trap the sun in the sewer?!

K (out of character) : OW I JUST HIT A WALL.

H: I’m just gonna see if there’s a doorhandle. (Someone’s clearly been paying attention.)

DM: You see a rat creature, more human than the one before. Z: IT’S RATMAN TWO POINT OH. DM: It’s wearing a crown. Z: KING RATMAN! DM: Made from other rats with their tails tied together.

H: Oh he speaks? DM: Yeah, he speaks. Z (Shrieking): OH MY GOD.

King Ratman: Says a lot about your friends, doesn’t it? H: More than you know.

DM: Do you want to roll me a diplomacy? H: Not particularly.

King Ratman: I am a collector. K: DO YOU NEED HANDCUFFS? H: My friends are in the business of acquiring things. Not stealing them, just picking up random crap. Mostly Zazzles.

Kinisk killing it with the rat people for trades. First porn for our original Ratman, then King Ratman says he’s interested in magic. “I HAVE A BOOK CALLED MAGIC FOR DUMMIES.”

H: Thanks, King Ratman, wonderful doing business with you. Z: I LOVE YOU KING RATMAN BYEEEEEEE. K: WE’LL MISS YOU. Z: YOU DA BEST RATMAN YOU DA BEST. K: YOU DA BOMB. H: Was that a codeword? I don’t want to throw a bomb at him.

H: Now we can get onto the stuff we were meant to do last session.

DM: Oh, the map is out of proportion. K: LEAP FROG OVER THE MOUNTAINS. Z: STOMP ON THE MOUNTAINS.

DM: There’s a river. K: SWIM IN THE RIVER.

H: I want to see if there’s someone with a boat willing to take a few passengers. Z: OR DIE.

DM: There’s a pub? There’s some sailors. Z about to ask if there are any fit sailors... DM: There’s a brothel.

Z: Are there any fit sailors? DM: Roll a D20 to see how lucky you are.  *Gets a 3* DM: No, they’ve been at sea too long, they have some diseases, they’ve been to too many brothels. K: Bar staff? *Rolls a 6* DM: Not much better, there’s a fat inn keeper with one tooth. H: I set up a sexual health clinic. *Rolls 28* DM: You solve all their problems and they buy you some drinks.

Z: What’s the brothel like? DM: Mostly ladies, some men, not very classy, you’ve seen better in the city. *Pause* Z: I mean, they’re no King Ratman are they? DM: No, no they’re not. Z: They don’t have his prowess.

H: I’m covering expenses this trip. Z: We’re his bodyguards and he looks after us.

*H explains some new stuff for weapons which should make attacks stronger* Z: What about no handed weapons like bones in your mouth?

Z: Can I ask the locals about ratpeople rumours? K: You are really strung up on rat people. H: I think Zazzles’ end goal is to become a were-rat. Z: Hahahaah, yeah. DM: That’s actually a thing in this game, Zazzles. Z (Squeaking): OH MY GOD. DM: I’ve never known anyone to be so excited.

We get to grosstown. Beauty and the Beast “Little Town” song gets played.

H: Wait, did we really break Avery out of hospital and leave him in the city? Z: Well yeah, the stupid orphange wouldn’t let us put a reserve order on him. H: I’m concerned about the moral implication of treating him as luxury goods. Z & K at the same time: HE *IS* LUXURY GOODS.

Kinisk bitchslapped a crab.

DM: Emergency sushi.

Z: How do you pronounce that second name? DM: Which one? Z: “Rainal”. Like rain in the anal cavity?

K: Why isn’t that one pronounced “tubetit”? Z snorts with laughter. H: Because you get that response. DM: It just doesn’t sound healthy. H: I bet I can diagnose that.

K: You *can* eat crabmeat raw.

H: I’m going to give the idiot twins... no... the idiot detective sergeants... Z: I am already on board with this.

DM: So, the butler K: BUTTler, he does things in the butt DM: So the butler

Butler: He was very paranoid, was obsessed with the occult, became obsessed with shapeshifters. Z: I’M FEELING RATPEOPLE

Z: I dance seductively next to Kinisk’s crabcakes to entice the maids. *Cue magic spiderman gif*

DM: Some of the maids have already moved on. Z: THEY’RE DEAD?

K (out of character): I REGRET GOOGLING TUBE TITS.

Interrogating the maids: Z: Was your boss on drugs?

Z: Did your boss hang out with ratpeople? Maid: No? Z: Did your boss hang out with any people who weren’t people like animal people like a ratman but not a rat? Maid: ... No?

Maid: Tulki. Z: Toucan? Maid: Tulki. Z: Tolkien. Maid: TULKI. Z: Tolki? Maid: TULKI! Z: Oh, Tulki. Maid: She took him... Z: OH ITS A SHE. Maid: Yes, I mean she’s a dwarf so I can understand your confusion... Z: Did you hear that Kinisk? Toucan is a dwarf. So he went with the dwarf lady priest person? Did Tolki take any drugs?

Z: Any follow up questions Kinisk? K: Yeah, question for the DM, was King Ratman naked? Z: No, she said he had a CROWN.

DM: I’ll see if I can do something Christmassy for you next week. Z: CHRISTMAS RATPEOPLE.

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

Gotham 4x04: A Liveblog

Once again, friends, I come to you with review and summary of the latest Gotham events. And Ed’s back this time. ...god help us all.

TL;DR - I wonder what’s happening in the REAL Gotham where character motivation still makes sense

Ben, whatever happens, I’m holding you personally responsible

Side Note: what exactly IS an embalming knife? Like... where does a knife come into the embalming process? Is this the knife you use to carve out the mushy bits, is that it? Because like... to my knowledge, embalming is a primary function of embalming liquid. Like... mostly it’s preserving and shit. And I don’t know how a knife preserves fuck all. But maybe someone who knows anthropology or mortician practices can explain this to me.

“That cuneiform is definitely pre-Venetian” ...did... did I just hear that right? Oh, PHOEnician... that makes way more sense. I was just... had a heart attack for a second. Carry on.

Look Bruce, you could have a friend your own age! Or... you know, continue to live alone with your butler like... all normal kids do. I suppose you have Cat but... mmm. mm.

...Ed’s fine. He’s fine. Upside down in his... obsession pit. He’s fine.

It’s a TOTALLY NORMAL and HEALTHY thing to paste thousands of pictures of your ex all over the walls while you contemplate revenge, yeah that... this is fine. It’s all Fine.

You’re uh... looking a little ramshackle and disheveled there Ed, OH HEY KNIFE. HI, uh... Okay. Did you fucking... DRAW sketches of Oswald yourself? Oh my god Ed... oh my god. See you haven’t changed at all really.

Yeah, he seems fine

Meanwhile, stuffed birds all over the place. I’m sure that’s... fine

You know, it’s pretty great how ancient cultures are always keen to write their hellish prophecies on their murder weapons, always appreciate that

UHHHHHH SABER SKELETON. UHHHHHH. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. *Randall Tier flashbacks* UMMM UMMM UMMM UMMM. I JUST UH. I FEEL LIKE YOU GUYS MIGHT WANT TO BE CAREFUL WITH THE ALLUSIONS YOU’RE MAKING GUYS. YOU DON’T HAVE A WILL GRAHAM TO SAVE YOU.

Just... just all of the safe. All of the safe.

Maybe uh... maybe don’t talk about the Demon’s Head being a person and then cut to a saber skeleton. Maybe we don’t encourage brutal fledgling serial killers hahahahaha. 

That uh... sure is some hair, there, Alexander Siddig. God this show’s aesthetic is fucking weird. 

...this whole sequence has been nothing but Hannibal allusions.

They are REALLY pushing for the Hannibal aesthetics. Got a real crush on that show.

Look Bruce! Your new friend has ALSO been traumatized by witnessing the death of his guardian! You have so much in common!

*frowns* Harvey left and didn’t tell Jim??? Like, given what happened this summer, I can totally understand Donal not being around for filming but... write it better than “Harvey left and didn’t tell Jim” Because that’s bullshit.

I also DO NOT WANT TO PARTICIPATE in a love triangle where 2 women fight over Jim’s soul NO NO NO NO NO. So if that’s where this is going FUCK OFF, FUCK EVERYTHING, AND FUCK YOU.

Welp, seeing another dead guardian should stir some shit up for Bruce

At least this sends Jim back to Barbara... I mean, that’s not really a positive, but at least I don’t hate Jim and Barbara, mainly because they have the stamp of canon on them

I don’t know how I feel about Babs hair this season, it’s... different

Okay, HARD NO on Ra’s-al-Ghul’s underlings, HARD NO. I just came from American Gods and THAT IS NOT ANUBIS. For one thing he’s white. What.

Intense staring contest with bowler hat. Oswald’s So Over It.

What’re you expecting Ed to jump out of it? Holy shit Oswald, calm down

I... you didn’t want to be disturbed... during your staring contest with the hat??? I... okay. Also, maybe close your fucking door then, it was wide open. Just saying.

Huh... Oswald and Sofia are meeting. Okay. Better put the masturbation hat away then Oswald, it’s a little too revealing

Hmmm... be careful Oswald. You’re right to be wary of her, don’t let her fool you. Also, Maybe Talk To Jim About This.

...White Rabbit. Really. *long, put upon sigh*

AAAAAAAAAAND the worst rap of all time! Well DONE Ed!

Oswald’s reactions to this are everything. Bless you Oswald. I love you. 100% everything I feel too.

Belated Side Note: Zsasz used to work for Falcone, and Falcone has taken control of him back from Oswald on occasion. Why then does Zsasz offer to stab Sofia? Is he truly loyal to Oswald now? Or was his relationship exclusively with Carmine? OR is it a bluff and Sofia’s already tapped him? Or will she tap him later? Lots of questions... lots of questions.

Yeah because WHY would you murder the guy??? It’s WAY more healthy for your psychological state to just... keep him on ice forever. That’s progress.

“I want Ed Nygma” we... we know Oswald. we know.

Always, ALWAYS the fucking docks. Goddddd. PLEASE GET A NEW SPOT YOU TWO.

Also, Oswald, DID YOU NOT LISTEN TO THAT??? That WASN’T a riddle, that was... statements. His brain is SHOT. God knows what a second spell in the ice will do.

Also also, I can guarantee that Ed won’t even be at the docks because he’s a dumbass now. And somehow the obvious answer will be wrong.

Um, frankly, I wouldn’t trust Bruce if I was Alex, Bruce is 100% the person who got Alex’s granddad killed. I’d be super pissed at Bruce. But... y’know, okay, whatever. Moving the plot forward.

Ahhh, Alex is giving Bruce the benefit of the doubt, I see. Nice kid. Very generous in his grief.

Also, why the shit would he come after you? He wanted the KNIFE, that’s it. I mean... I guess you’re a witness, but he didn’t see you so he doesn’t know about you. You’re not in danger kid. At least, not so much danger the police can’t take care of it, for once. You’re very much safe as houses until the plot inevitably fucks this up.

It would be a good idea to give up the knife tho, then you’re really in the clear

How the FUCK is Ra’s-al-Ghul at the library! How does he know to come here? Presumably he knew to come to the antiquities room because he was tracking Bruce because Babs told him to... I guess he could have tracked Bruce here then. Meh.

Ah yes. The creatures. Fuck that.

White people speaking ancient Middle Eastern languages. Mmmm nothing like it.

Ah, the old collapsing book case technique! Because no one thinks to GET OUT OF THE WAY of that shit. Nah, just gotta stand here and be crushed by the 3 ton weight of literature. It was my destiny to die this way.

Oh, I see, you’re just going to make like a harmless academic and this knife has been in your family for generations, of course...

You’re awfully paranoid kid. I mean... I suppose you were attacked now, so... I guess that’s justified

Uhhhh, kid, Bruce is not a Good Example of literally anything. He’s been training to become the world’s most popular vigilante for a few years now and that was born out of this very trauma so... y’know, don’t compare yourself to him. Please don’t. We don’t need more Batmans.

“No, you’re cool” I think you mean wealthy. Wealthy and cool CAN intersect but I feel like this is a classism thing. Let me provide you with a book on Marxism, kid.

If this doesn’t turn into another exploration of sexuality subplot, I’m gonna be disappointed

Uh, if he’s here on international business, like... check his visa Jim, he should have legal paperwork and shit to take that knife back to Nepal

JIM. WHY ARE YOU TELLING A MURDER SUSPECT THAT THERE IS A LIVING WITNESS. YOU’RE ACTIVELY PUTTING THE KID IN DANGER HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT NOT GOOD PROTOCOL JIM. Unless you were planning to trip him up on a lie, THIS IS NOT GOOD PROCEDURE JIM. THIS IS A HANNIBAL LEVEL FUCK UP. AS PEOPLE CONTINUE TO TELL HANNIBAL, THE ACTUAL CHESAPEAKE REAPER, SENSITIVE CASE DETAILS ALL THE FUCKING TIME. HOLY SHIT NO.

This... this whole interrogation is a shit show, oh my god, not great work, very bad work, the both of you. Awful lying, Get Good.

Welp. I guess Ra’s-al-Ghul can teleport. Or turn fucking invisible. Glad that’s very justified. Everyone know if you get resurrected you get Special Powers. The divine amniotic sack gives to all.

Yeah because Sofia Totally Won’t Challenge Penguin For Power. That Defs Won’t Happen. And It Especially Won’t Involve Jim.

Oswald You Good. You Good Good Good Villain. How I Love Thee.

Brilliant babe who is rightfully suspicious after 3 seasons of this bullshit. Y’all fucking forget that Oswald is a sewer rat, you cannot trick him.

Oh boo hoo Sofia, I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you

Her criticism may be valid, BUT, on the other hand, as I said, Oswald’s lived through 3 seasons of this bullshit, while you lived the high life in Cuba. You might have your father’s perspective, but you don’t have any of Oswald’s hands-on experience. I still stand by Oswald’s decision to just murder them, he’s played the politics here long enough to know there is no loyalty amongst thieves. Not for him.

You know, it’s very considerate of Ra’s-al-Ghul to break shit every time he enters a scene so we know he’s here. Very thoughtful of him.

Oh it’s his fucking creatures again... ugggghhhhhhh...

More quality rapping! Good job Ed! Continuing to be the Best!

HAHAHAHAHA *more Randall Tier flashbacks* HAHAHAHAHAHA! ALL of the Hannibal allusions! Phew!

...no. no to the bone gag. just no.

Yeah, kid’s dead. Good job Ra’s-al-Ghul, at least you come through on your weird ass threats.

I mean... Ra’s totally made you make that call tho Bruce, this is his sick game, it’s on him. No one should have to decide between the death of one innocent or the deaths of millions of innocents. That’s a bullshit moral quandary that doesn’t actually exist. He wants you to think like he thinks, that’s all, this is psychological warfare, that’s the whole point. Remind yourself he did this, not just for the active murder, but more so because he thinks there is something to be gained by making you do this. He’s the asshole responsible.

Ed, I’m just... sweetie, pumpkin, if your point is to prove Oswald is a coward or an idiot, then... you proved it. Running after him sorta... disproves your point. If you want to meet him and murder him then... make that the point. Just... show up and murder him in the first place. *siiiigh* Or invite him to a cordial murder, whatever, but don’t make it a contest of wits if what you rally want is a confrontation. Get your shit together.

*nods* He’s right, they do suck, they were AWFUL

This... that... was bizarre. This was bizarre. What... exactly does Oswald want? I don’t understand. I know Ed isn’t himself anymore, but... you could help him. You could help him become himself again. And you both hate and are afraid of the Riddler. Why... would you want him back? As you just said, you want him only to freeze him. And just... that personality wasn’t even WHOLE, it was a fractured disaster. That wasn’t even a person. Just like this isn’t even a person. Why would you taunt Ed with saying “you’re not him”? I know you want Ed as an equal, but... do you think he can only be your equal as the Riddler? Who you hate and fear? You’ve got some weird ideas floating around in your head, Oswald. I would make the argument that you don’t hate or fear the Riddler nearly as much as you claim to and you want to bang the living daylights out of him, but like... *siiiigh* I dunno. You didn’t always want that. You wanted Ed to be whole and your equal. Nothing you’ve seen of him since he was your chief of staff has been real. None of it, all of it was a mistake, aborted attempts at personalities. And I just don’t know what you want anymore if you won’t take this broken, defunct Ed and help him.

You’re pushing him towards becoming the Riddler again, so I guess that’s what you want. And maybe you’re tired of being his mentor, after all, you tried that, reluctantly, and that went SO well. Maybe you hope/expect him to work it out for himself, and come back to you when he’s ready. That would put your relationship in a WAY different paradigm than it has been... but... okay??? I guess??? I’m having another time of not knowing what the hell the writers want for them

Why. why why why why. I hate everything.

I hate Jim so much

Ben You Done Fucked Up.

[natural--blues]

About netflix's the mist: Can you give me a short summary what happens after episode 5? I cant watch it anymore. Thank you. 💖

Omg I got you. All right. *cracks knuckles*Warning, under this is a LONG POST giving a summation of episodes 6-10 of the Mist. TW: Mentions of rape, murder, violence.

Episode 6 -- The whole issue with two Bryan Hunts is quickly resolved when Jonah, the one we’ve known as Bryan this whole time, gets into a fight with the real Bryan Hunt. The man attacked him first, and Jonah strangles him with a phone cord. Mike is dead, you know that already, so the Doctor comes by to ask how he’s doing, and just sees this pained expression and he knows. Kevin finds out Mia took the car and goes on a bit of a walk, runs into Doctor Bailey putting people outside into the Mist while drugged as an experiment. He fights him, but the Doc injects him with ketamine. He goes down like a lead balloon, wakes up strapped to a gurney and about to be experimented on. The girl Kevin tried to save is dead, and the Doc explains that he’d been sending people out there, and the girl saw her dogs she loved so much, and then they ate her. He gets saved by Jonah, who throws the Doc to the Mist. Kevin’s hallucination was of an owl that said ‘What?’, after his book he wrote. Mia returns to her house that was owned by the other dude, but the Mist invaded it. She hallucinates her mother, encouraging her to kill herself, apologizing for being a bad mother, telling her she loved her. Her mother slashes Mia’s wrists, but Mia is able to get herself out of it by beating her mother to death, upon shouting that her mother was wrong -- she did have someone to live for. Jonah.At the church, Link, the altarboy, is still obsessively angry about Nathalie’s approach to the Mist and the fact that Father Romanov hasn’t stopped her. Father Romanov takes a more passive approach to trying to encourage people to come to God, but they keep gravitating to Nathalie. So Link lures Nathalie upstairs, and starts beating her, telling her he won’t stop until she accepts Christ. She smashes a window, and runs out the door, locking it. He screams, as the Mist sucks the life out of him. At the mall, Alex is feeling guilty over surviving the book store. Eve takes her on a shopping spree to cheer her up, but not before Lila’s mom catches them having fun. Later, Alex is roaming around by herself and she’s locked in a break room, which is then set on fire. Jay comes to save her and both her and Eve initially blame him for it. He’s badly burned after trying to save her, and continues to insist he didn’t rape Alex, but begs to stay with Eve’s group, as he says that his group is going crazy, and that they threw Vic into the Mist. Lila’s mom is making angry comments left and right, riling up the group over demonizing Alex and Eve. At the hospital, the generators go down. The doors open, and the Mist begins its run. Mia runs the group to the only place where the doors never unlock -- the Psych Ward.

Episode 7- At the Psych Ward, Mia tells Bryan his name is Jonah Dixon. She explains how she knows. Mia also lets him know her mother was Bipolar with Psychosis, and was in this ward for most of her life. She uses some pills to do a rapid detox, and is strapped down by Jonah, but her screaming gives him flashbacks of being experimented on. He uses the same codewords to her as he was given, in order to help her through the pain. Tyler and Adrian have a moment where Tyler apologizes for all of the bullying. Adrian accepts it, and they spoon all night. Tyler wakes to Adrian gone, and they find that the hospital worker, Nash, was actually a patient. Nash had murdered the entire ward staff, and now he had Adrian in the meds room, screaming he was evil and must be murdered. Kevin convinces Nash that he is the evil one, by telling him what he wants to do to the boy who raped his daughter, and it is violent, and includes vivisection. He fights Nash while Adrian has one last moment with Tyler, who chooses to stay in the ward rather than go with Adrian and accept himself as being gay. He is choosing abandonment and death.

At the mall, Lila’s mom is continuously poisoning people against Alex -- and the stuff coming out of her mouth is horrid. ‘Alex is a liat, she probably caused the Mist, she probably lied about her sexual assault, she’s crazy’ this and that. The mall owner is really trying to shut her down, but Kyle, the guard, is believing her word for word, and encouraging others to do the same. Eve is paranoid about Jay, and threatens him again, but Alex is starting to slowly believe him.At the church, shit goes downhill. Father Romanov tells the corpse of Link, on the other side of the door, that his sacrifice is not in vain, and he knows now what he must do. He challenges Nathalie to a test of faith -- if she can walk out into the Mist and come back unharmed, she wins, and the people should follow her. If he comes back, they should follow him. She agrees. She goes out buck naked, and he goes out in full Catholic dress, and begins loudly praying, and chanting Bible verses. A group of shadow people on horses, wearing spiked armor appear, and they send an arrow on a chain through Father Romanov, and leave Nathalie alone. They drag him away while riding off, and he screams the whole way. She returns to the church and explains what she saw. Their faith turns to her.

Episode 8 - They stop by Adrian’s house so he can say goodbye. His father is alive, his mother isn’t. His father kept her body, and they start arguing over things. His father admits he hates him, for being bisexual, and for being crazy. He tells him that all of his psychological problems caused his mother to have them as well. They get into an argument, Adrian shoots his father, then lays next to him insisting that his father loved him. When he hears Kevin coming, he cuts his own arm and insists his father tried to kill him. While Kevin is stitching him up, Adrian begs him to tell him he’d always be a part of his family. Kevin, while looking for antiseptic, comes across the same drug in the medicine cabinet that was used to drug Alex and Adrian admits to raping her, because she was the only person who loved him, and he didn’t want to lose her, according to him. Kevin fights him, Adrian shoots Kevin, and runs back to the car, crying that his father shot Kevin and Kevin was dead. While all of this was happening, Mia and Jonah were fucking in the garage. Now, they’re in the rig, and they all decide to go to the mall, with the exception of Vic, whom Kevin had picked up earlier in the episode, as he was flashing an SOS flashlight sign and told Kevin he knew where his daughter was. At the church, shit hits the fan. Nathalie explains that the Black Spring happened because a woman was abused, and that with Alex’s sexual assault, the Black Spring came again to right things. She convinces Connor that he must kill his son to save the world from the Mist. Connor is at a breaking point psychologically, so he accepts this, and looks to Nathalie like a twisted mother, she calls him good boy and holds him. The married couple agrees to go through the tunnels with them to kill Jay, but everyone else wants to stay. Nathalie locks the doors on them, and lights the church on fire. We can hear them scream as they go through the tunnels. At the Mall, Lila’s mom has been poisoning everybody against Alex because she saw Jay kiss her, and finally, when she’s alone with Gus, she breaks a bit. She admits she was trying to get Alex hurt because she couldn’t stand the fact that Eve’s daughter made it out. She was angry. But, she’s willing to admit she was wrong, and confess to the whole group that they shouldn’t hate Alex for being a teenager. Except, she admits that she went to tell Gus that, and found all of the food he’d been hoarding, and was going to tell the group that, too. Gus beats her over the head and then strangles her. When caught by the group, he insists Alex did it, because she’s evil. The group begins a witchhunt for Alex.

Episode 9 - As expected, Kevin isn’t dead. Vic helps Kevin, and they house hop to another home where Kevin can sleep a little while, with Vic waking him every once in a bit to ensure his concussion didn’t kill him. The stop by a house with a bunch of dead soldiers and a man who is crazed. The man is threatening, and says that his wife never returned from a store run. He lets off a grenade, and Kevin protects himself with a dead body. Kevin fights a version of himself from the Mist and wins, leaving with Vic in a military vehicle they found the keys for on a soldier.

Adrian and crew makes it to the mall, but not before Eve gives Jay some food and water in the holding cell she has given him. She wants him separated from her daughter so badly she imprisons him. Adrian finds Alex and Eve on the run from the witch hunt. He lies to them about Kevin being killed while saving him from his father’s wrath, and Alex is just about broken. Eve shoots Kyle in the shoulder while trying to escape. Gus and crew throw them all into the same room as Jay, and tell them their judgment is coming. Alex instantly runs to Jay and holds him, which upset Adrian.

Wes runs into Jonah, and fights him, choking him out to unconsciousness. Jonah later wakes up ties to a chair and Wes salutes him. The church group is going through the sewer, but the husband falls down a shaft and Nathalie insists they leave him. His wife freaks out, and Nathalie nods at Connor, who guts her and throws her down the same shaft, so the rats can eat them. Their screams are ignored by Connor and Nathalie, who embrace and Nathalie calls him a good boy, and acts like a twisted mother.

THE FINALE - Adrian starts beating Jay with a paint can, insisting that at the hospital, the Doctor told them the DNA results came back positive for Jay’s DNA. Everyone is horrified. Jay keeps insisting he didn’t do it. He is saved by his father, who came into the mall and told Gus that all he wanted was his son, nothing else. Gus gives the boy over, and takes the rest of the prisoners to be judged and thrown into the Mist. He lets Adrian go, because he doesn’t care about him.

Adrian ran to a tool store, and is found by Kevin, who beats him within an inch of his life. It’s not clear to me who lit the fire, Adrian or Kevin, but either way, one is lit that separates them. Mia grabs Kevin and they decide to split up, him to look for Eve and Alex, her to find Jonah, and they’d meet in the middle. Vic stayed in the car, because fuck those mall people. Wes tells Jonah that he is his superior, and that he is a high ranking military official. Jonah uses that to his advantage, and orders Wes to untie him. Wes tells him they must return to Arrowhead, so that the doctor who did all of this could explain to Jonah what she did, and give him back his memory. He breaks Mia’s heart when she finds him and begs him to leave with her, and he tells her he wanted to know who he was, so he leaves with Wes, after having promised in episode 9 that he would leave with her and the money she stole to buy a gorgeous house and be married. Mia is crushed, but she still goes back to the rest of the group, trying to catch up with Kevin.Nathalie and Connor take Jay to the doors, and Connor tells him how proud he is of him, how much he loves him, but says that he created him, and created a monster. Jay begs them, but he throws Jay out and shuts the door, watching as Jay is beating the door, begging his father to be let in. He runs off into the Mist, and his father begins a nervous breakdown. Nathalie insists he did good, calls him a good boy, and strokes his hair.Kimi tries to protect Alex from the group, and she is shot in the head by Kyle. Eve shouts that Connor must protect Alex, as he is Alex’s biological father. Connor is too broken, and shouts that Eve is a liar, and the group is stopped by Kevin, whom Alex runs to in an instant. Kevin gets into a fist fight with Kyle, and then begs the group not to send them to certain death. They tell him who Eve says Connor was, and it’s clear Kevin doesn’t care. He holds his daughter, and they are sent into the Mist, where they all run. Mia runs with them, and they head to the car. The Mist grabs Alex, and begins to kill her, but she is saved by Jay, who is killed by it. Making it to the car, Kevin tells them that it was Adrian, not Jay. Alex is crushed, and it’s clear Eve is feeling some sort of way. Kevin makes a decision, and backs up into the glass mall doors, sending the Mist inside. Connor helps them get their jeep untrapped, and Alex begs him to come along. He does, and you can see his break when Alex tells him Jay was innocent, and died protecting her. She thinks this will be a comfort, but this damages him beyond repair. The people in the mall are all attacked, and brutally murdered. Kyle is killed by snakes, Gus is sobbing, locked in his office where the Mist cannot get to him, and he hears people screaming and knocking on the door but ignores them. Nathalie sees Benedict, who takes her a baby, whom he says is dead -- a hint at a past trauma of hers, where she gave birth to a dead child. The child begins crying for her, and she brings it to her breast to suckle. It drains the life from her, and Benedict sobs while he holds her. Kevin’s group is driving, trying to get out of town, because they feel like the Mist cannot be everywhere. They see a train and rush to catch it, hoping they can get out of town quicker. What they find is a bunch of military men with Arrowhead symbolism shoving prisoners out of the train cars, then slamming the doors, and sending the train off. When asked what the military thinks it was doing, Kevin says “Oh my god.... they’re feeding it....” and it can draw the conclusion that this was a military experiment, which has been hinted since day one.Wes and Jonah drive back, and Adrian is seen in the back of their car, unbeknownst to them.Done. Hope that answers everything, um, it was INTENSE af and hard to watch, so I hope you’re all good! I hated the fact that the bisexual was a rapist, and an unhinged one. It’s something people seem to love writing and it’s biphobic af and gross. Moffat does it too during Sherlock S4. It’s BS. The other thing is, of course, another dead lesbian. Jfc. But I need S2 to yell at, so I hope it gets renewed.