#◟ ⋆ threads › MARIAH GREENE

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ｃｈｒｉｓｔｍａｓ  ｓｕｒｐｒｉｓｅ ！   ╱     @erstwhles​

mariah  was  quite  well  known  in  the  boston  sports  scene  having  designed  many  apartments,  homes  and  other  spaces  for  red  sox,  bruins  and  patriots  past  and  present.  so,  it  came  as  no  surprise  to  find  an  inquiry  from  a  current  bruin  in  her  inbox.  raleigh  pierce.  mariah  didn't  follow  sports  outside  of  the  random  game  via  a  free  ticket  as  a  thank  you  but,  a  preliminary  google  search  told  her  this  raleigh  was  easy  and  good  at  his  job.  his  address  piqued  her  interest  even  more,  the  price  of  living  in  the  city  of  boston  was  not  cheap  but,  a  transplant  living  in  a  brownstone  was  almost  unheard  of.  he  was  either  going  to  give  her  the  budget  to  really  transform  the  place  or  she'd  have  to  make  a  dollar  out  of  fifteen  cents.  here's  to  hoping  it's  the  former.

after  a  few  emails  back  and  forth,  a  date  is  set  for  a  consultation.  his  emails  were  annoyingly  vague  so  hopefully  he  was  more  open  in  person.  hopping  off  the  green  line  with  her  olive  medium  telfar  in  tow,  his  brownstone  is  only  a  few  short  blocks  away.  mariah  smooths  out  her  hair  and  outfit  in  a  nearby  shop  window  before  ascending  the  front  steps.  a  manicured  finger  presses  the  doorbell  once...  twice...  “  hi  !  ”  million  dollar  smile.  “  i'm  mariah  greene.  we  were  emailing  back  and  forth  last  week,  i'm  here  for  an  interior  design  consultation.  ”

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Where the tree tops glisten and children listen, to hear sleigh bells in the snow, oh, the snow...

WINTER WONDERLAND - HOLIDAY EVENT

It’s that time of year! Fluttering snow is in the air, casting a white blanket across the cozy town of Lunar Cove and, although Town Hall debated about whether they should cancel the annual Winter Wonderland festivities given the recent tragedies that keep on happening on holidays, they decided, after popular demand, to carry on with the festive markets and New Years cheer (just with a heavy layer of additional security for safe measure). So join in on the celebration as you wander around the shops that have transformed themselves into a Holiday market with mulled wine, hot chocolate, space heaters, ice skating and so much more!

REMINDERS

This is a character-driven event that will span from 12/16-1/1 out of and in character.

The tag for the event is lunarcoveevent4. Everything from pictures, outfits, & threads etc. should be under this tag. Starters should have both the starter and event tag.

This event is mandatory and is occurring all across town so feel free to post starters or have private threads reacting to any of the below.

Please keep your eyes out for multiple plot drops that will be happening throughout the week which your character can continually react to.

For anyone looking to bring in new characters, we will continue to have regular acceptances throughout the event.

Last, but not least, we hope you have fun and a very happy holiday!

ACTIVITIES

Below is a list of the different seasonal activities occurring all around town that your characters can react to (just note that anything New Years related will be coming in a later plot drop):

Ice Skating - is set up on the town green in front of Town Hall & the gazebo (though many Shadow Lake residents have questioned why it was set up in the front of town and not in the dried up lake residing in their own back yard)

Broken Records- will play DJ this holiday season at the Ice Skating Rink & Holiday Market, so make sure to swing by and dance along to your favorite tunes. 

Holiday Market - All shops downtown will be hosting a holiday market where you can come and get last minute gifts or just shop to your hearts delight.

The Daily Drip- Make sure to swing by the Daily Drip’s Holiday Market booth for hot chocolates, peppermint lattes and a number of other Instagram worthy drinks (can be spiked with something hotter if you know who to ask)

Holiday Bake Off Contest - Sucré will be hosting their annual Holiday Bake Off Contest which will be sure to leave you full and full of sugar. Will you be able to take home the crown this year?

Bumblebee Tea- If you love your boba, then swing by Bumblebee Tea’s booth at the Holiday Market for some hot boba tea. A delicious and festive drink to enjoy this holiday season!

Top Coat- will have a stand at the Holiday Market where they can give you adorable holiday themed nail art perfect for any parties or dinners you may have planned throughout the week.

Snow Ball Fight- Head over to Lunar Cove Community College for an all out snow ball fight. All is welcome

Sexy Santa- Eclipse is hosting a Sexy Santa contest where all club goers can vote to see who will win a VIP booth at the club for the entire month of January

Ugly Sweater - Come put on your most festive holiday sweater and head to Starlight Bar for the Ugly Sweater contest. Winner will drink free for the night!

On Pitch - Ready to get your best Mariah Carey on? Come out to On Pitch’s Holiday sing off, where the best of the best will battle it out for the title of Holiday Royalty. 

Kee Theater - Will have a full holiday movie marathon for the week leading up to Christmas featuring fan favorite movies like The Holiday, White Christmas, How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and Die Hard. 

Movie Reenactments - For a limited time the Kee Theater & Follow My Lead will be teaming up to allowing you to reenact all your favorite movie moments around town. Ever wanted to be the guy holding the cards in Love Actually, or scream Santa at the top of your lungs while wearing an Elf costume? Take advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity.  

The Nutcracker - Follow My Lead will be doing their annual performance of The Nutcracker with extra sweet treats in store for guests from Sweet Tooth.

The Pendulum Playhouse - Will be putting on their holiday spectacular of A Christmas Carol. Opening acts will be preformed by Dilan Selvi and Anna Donnelly.

The Rage Cage - Need to get out some stress so you don’t deck your family members? Come to The Rage and deck the walls instead. For a limited time only multiple rooms will be in the theme of Die Hard. 

Reindeer Race - Along For The Ride will be hosting their annual Reindeer Race around Echo Acres. 

Carriage Rides - For a limited time Carriage Rides will be offered around Celestial Hills so get a loved one, a blanket, and come enjoy the lights. 

Single All The Way - Feeling lonely this holiday? Come to down to Bad Moon Brewing for annual singles mixer and you might just end up spending New Years with someone. 

Holiday Craft Fair/Holiday Paint & Wine - Blank Slate will be hosting a number of Paint & Wine classes to help you make some last minute decorations/gifts. If crafting isn’t your thing, that’s fine because local artists belonging to Blank Slate will be hosting their Holiday Craft Fair, come out and support your neighbors. 

Sleigh The Holiday - The Caffeine Crypt will be holding a special after hours Murder Mystery party for those who want to feel a little spooky this holiday season. 

Caring Claws Vet - Wants to help you find your forever best friend this holiday season and will be opening its doors for its annual adoption fair. 

Mix & Match - Did you get a new fluffy friend for the holiday? Well Paws and Claws has you covered! Come on down to get a cute outfit for you and your fluffy friend to match. 

Toy Drive/Santa’s Workshop - Little Ducklings Daycare will be set up outside all week collecting toys for needy families around town. Don’t have anything to donate? That’s fine instead donate your time helping to build toys. 

Frosty Bowling - Victory Lanes will be hosting a snowflake themed bowling night, decked out from head to toe with even the bowling balls resembling that of snowmen.

Rose Tinted- Come for their bottomless brunch and stay to take photos in front of their decked out Instagram Winter Wonderland displays and indoor Carousel. 

Joe's Pasta & Pizzeria- Not sure what you’ll make for Christmas Dinner? Joe’s Pasta & Pizzeria will be holding a cooking class to teach you how to cook the feast of seven fishes, pasta, pastries and more. 

Heavenly Healing Spa- For those who take the holiday as a time to slip away and pamper themselves, Heavenly Healing Spa will be having facials and massages for 50% off. 

Just in Bloom- Will be added to the decorations by placing mistletoe all around Lunar Cove. Love is in the air this frosty season and you never know who you may happen to kiss. 

New Leaf Bookstore- Escape the cold and cozy up by the fire at New Leaf bookstore where they will be holding their annual book swap. Bring a book and exchange it for someone else’s. You may even meet someone new along the way. 

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Thanks for tagging me, @avauntus, sorry I’m gonna start a new thread!

The rules for the game are to tag 9 people you either want to get to know better or catch up with

Last song: It’s Christmas! Carols! *.* In specific the Mariah Carey version of O Holy Night

Last movie: Oh man, I think it was The Old Guard.

Currently watching: SUPERNATURAL. I have NO shame! I’m currently caught up (again, for like, the nth time???)  with S4 x 6. Not sure I’ll last through the seasons I never watched, but gonna watch a few episodes for fic research purposes. YES, THAT IS INDEED MY EXCUSE.

Currently reading: ONLY FANFIC DECEMBER ! Currently reading @susiecarter ‘s “How Selfish my Heart” which is a Dean/Cas fic in a non SPN fandom I love it lol sorry susieeee 

Currently craving: a different life....oops, didn’t mean to make this deep, let’s settle for Hyderabadi mirchi pakoda (stuffed green chillies deep coated with spiced gram flour batter and deep fried, yes it’s exactly as unhealthy and delicious as it sounds!)

Tagging, but no pressure!  @gottagobuycheese, @rain-hat, @saltr0se, @lembeau, @the-ever-present-julie​, @megsamforever​, @andoqin​

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30 Questions

Tagged by: @haydens-moles 

1. Name/Nickname: Lisa and my nicknames are Baby Girl, Darth Mittens, Elsaquin, Anna, Annaquin, Buttercup, Zelena, Luna, Alice, Little Bunny Foo Foo, Punky, Harley, Lou Lou, Juliet/Jules, and Perry the Platypus.

2. Gender: Female

3. Star sign: Libra/Scorpio Rising/Aquarius Moon/Goat

4. Height: 5′1

5. Time: 7:30 am

6. Birthday: October 2nd

7. Favorite bands: Queen, Green Day, The Birthday Massacre, Blackpink, AFI, Blaqk Audio, Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, The Runaways, Abba, My Chemical Romance, HIM, The Traveling Wilburys, No Doubt, Depeche Mode, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, SWV, Black Sabbath, TLC, Black Veil Brides, New Years Day, Evanescence, AC/DC, Paramore, The Rolling Stones, Journey, Nirvana, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Soundgarden, Marilyn Manson, The Ramones, Van Halen, Aerosmith, Guns N Roses, Bon Jovi, The Police, Motley Crue, Metallica, Heart, Fleetwood Mac, Ayria, Duran Duran, The Who, Pink Floyd, Sex Pistols, Godsmack, The Chicks, Beastie Boys, Salt N Pepa, Run DMC, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Blondie, Alice In Chains, Genesis, Cradle of Filth, The Doors, Otep, KISS, The Cranberries, System Of A Down, Nine Inch Nails, and many more. I went a little overboard. I should have just listed a few but it’s too late, lol. I’m cutting this off now so it doesn’t get any longer.

8. Favorite solo artists: Bob Dylan, Madonna, Lady Gaga, Jonathan Groff, Ozzy Osbourne, Ava Max, 2 Pac, Charli XCX, Taylor Swift, Gwen Stefani, Brad Paisley, Michael Jackson, Kelly Clarkson, Rihanna, Steve Perry, Adam Lambert, Iggy Azalea, Billie Eilish, Tove Lo, Idina Menzel, Patsy Cline, Ariana Grande, Eminem, Cardi B, Mariah Carey, Ellie Goulding, Britney Spears, Cyndi Lauper, P!nk, Alice Cooper, Justin Timberlake, Marshmello, Bruno Mars, Dua Lipa, Post Malone, Billy Idol, George Michael, Prince, Nicki Minaj, Katy Perry, Jewel, David Bowie, Sting, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Harry Belafonte, Elton John, Billy Joel, Garth Brooks, Pat Benatar, Loretta Lynn, Conway Twitty, Jimi Hendrix, Brenda Lee, Connie Francis, LeAnn Rimes, Elvis Presley, Stevie Nicks, and many more. And once again I went overboard with the list, lol. I’m cutting it off now. 

9. Song stuck in your head: DDu-Du DDu-Du by Blackpink

10. Last Movie: Wonder Woman 1984

11. Last Show: I just got HBO Max so I’ve been rewatching The O.C. because I needed a Summer Roberts fix! Lol. 

12. When did I create this blog: February 2016

13. What I post: I post RP threads, RP memes, stuff about Anakin/Vader, and just anything Star Wars related really (mostly prequel stuff).

14. Last thing I googled: How to cast HBO Max on Vizio Smart TV

15. Other blogs: 

Ahsoka Tano - @ahsokathewise

I have a few other pages that are inactive at the moment. Here they are...if you want to do anything with them let me know.

King George III - @this-is-your-king​

Jacob Skywalker (OC) - @overpaidprophet 

Poe Dameron - @helluvapilct

James Norrington - jamesnorringtxn 

Enola Holmes - choosingmyowndestiny 

16. Do I get asks: Yes I do.

17. Why I chose my URL: I think that’s pretty self explanatory, lol.

18. Following: 1, 096

19. Followers: 452

20. Average hours of sleep: Not enough, lol. Sometimes I get 3 hours, sometimes more. It fluctuates depending on my mood.

21. Lucky number: 11 and 13

22. Instruments: Guitar and keyboard

23. What I’m wearing: Return of the Jedi t-shirt, blue flannel shirt, owl pajama pants, socks, and Beetlejuice slippers.

24. Dream job: Singer/Songwriter like Bob Dylan.

25. Dream trip: Every Disney park around the world and Cairo. 

26. Favorite food: Chinese and pizza.

27. Nationality: Cherokee Indian, Blackfoot Indian, Irish, German, British, Dutch, Polish. 

28: Favorite song: My favorite song of all-time is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen and my current favorite song is Sour Candy by Lady Gaga and Blackpink.

29. Last book: Conceal, Don’t Feel by Jen Calonita 

30. Top 3 fictional universes I wanna live in: Wonderland, Oz, and I always wanted to live on Endor so I could be around the Ewoks, lol.

Tagging: @ahsokaxashlaxtano @xscamanderbrothersx @queenofthesenate @kylo-wrecked @starlight-pilot @becamealegend @lastxdragon @flawedheroines​ @classifiedxrey​ @onehell-of-apilot​ @tornbetweenthestorm​ @poewingsdameron​ @congeriemgriseo​ @chromium-siren​ @rcfekjwtaardby​ @thesarcasmofasoldier​ @fantasies-and-fairy-tales​ @libertywept​ @painticblack​ @ask-fawnflight-of-riverclan​

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Chapter 24- Digger and Dragons

Characters

Johns

Captain Hemmett McBean*

Geneva Peachtree*

Two-Toed Tom*

Kiss Curl Carlotti*

Tria*

Mentioned

Malleus Nyce, retired actor

Monkai-Monkai, gangster whose tattoos were stolen by the Johns

King Claus

Thaddeus George, artist 

Pixler

Candy

Finnegan Hob, Princess Boa’s fiance 

Maffick Hob, Prince of Day, father of Finnegan

Mariah Capella, witch of the Night, mother of Finnegan

Gravainia Pavonine, dragon who killed Boa

Nemapsychus, Giamantis, Pijirantia Pavonine, siblings of Gravainia

Locations:

-Yebba Dim Day

-Belbelo*

Mentioned:

-Huffell’s Hill

-Soma Plume

-Scoriae

-Repository of Remembrance

-Stone House

-Pyon

-Babilonium

-Vesper’s Rock

-Great Zigurrat

-Island of Spake

-Hap’s Vault

-Isle of the Black Egg

-Speckle Frew

-Old Palace of Bowers on the Nonce

-Efreet

The John brothers are recruited by the members of the ship the Belbelo to locate Finnegan Hobb, who is missing on his dragon hunt for 6 years

-Captain Hemmet McBean: The captain of the ship the Belbelo, friend of Finnegan Hobb along with Geneva, Tom, and Carlotti

-Geneva Peachtree: Black warrior woman in charge of the search for Finnegan, from the Isle of the Black Egg

-Two-Toed Tom: Digger and map reader, covered in spiral tattoos, has a stubborn husband, was in charge of the stables of King Claus

-Kiss Curl Carlotti: Gambler who lost his tongue and middle toes, bald but for three black curls

-Tria: Dark eyed, white blonde hair, waif of no more than 13, can find people

-Belbelo: Two-masted sailing ship, captained by McBean, red like all boats, has a gun aboard 

Malleus Nyce- wore costumes in the Cacodemonic Carnivals, sixty one with precious jewels sewn with the Threads of Sirius

24 Tribal Territories- What the islands used to be

Repository of Remembrance- holds treasures of people who became great

The Beautiful Moment- painting by Thaddeus George, commissioned by King Claus, in the possession on Pixler, a triptych of the islands of the Abarat

Scarlet skinned man- Tom’s husband, big, long braided hair

Idjitian Jenga- part of Tom’s family  

Miniature Blossom Pig- part of Tom’s family

War between Night and Day-

Worms- Dragons, intelligent, heartless, write shitty poetry, royal line included  Gravainia

Previous members of the Belbelo- 7 previous members of the dragon hunting team, assumed deceased

Chapter 25- Mischief Undone

Characters

Johns

Geneva

Tria

Two-Toed Tom

Kiss-Curl Carlotti**

Captain Hemmet McBean

Tria

Dragon*

Locations:

-Belbelo

-Belbelo life boat*

Mentioned:

-Nonce

A dragon attacks and destroys the Belbelo, the John’s are injured, Two-Toed Tom is eaten by the dragon who is slain by Geneva

-Dragon: Sea based, hooded like a cobra, lined with spikes, demands a toll for safe passage, can regurgitate it’s stomach contents and breathes fire, blood has an acidic quality, narcissistic, killed by Geneva with a flare gun

-Kiss-Curl Carlotti: eaten by the dragon in a final act of vengeance 

-Belbelo life boat: used after the dragon destroys the Belbelo, contains rations and a flare gun

A’zo and Cha; For A’zo’s sake- exclamations invocation the names of the Abaratian creator gods

91 goddesses of the Isle of the Black Egg- Geneva prays to them

Testaments of Pottishak- leanred by Geneva in school

Cascatheka Rendithius- fire breathing dragon from Geneva’s schooling

Chapter 26- The House of Lies

Characters

Candy, scared of clowns

Tarrie-cats*

Kaspar Wolfswinkel*

Malingo*

Mentioned

Archie Kashanian, killed by his feet walking all over him

Johns

Shape

Locations:

-Ninnyhammer

-Wolfswinkel’s house*

Mentioned:

-High Sladder

-The Press

-Chickentown

- Infernal Regions

-34 Followell Street

-Widow White’s House

-Schoolyard

-Lighthouse and jetty

-Yebba Dim Day

Candy is chased by Tarrie cats and arrives at Wolfswinkle’s house, he imprisons her and removes the key from her head that was placed there by Mischief

-Tarrie-cats: twice the size of house cats, orange and black, wardens of Wolfswinkle

-Kaspar Wolfswinkel: short, yellow suited magician with a staff, enjoys rum, magic, and lying, has 6 magic hats

-Malingo: Geshrat slave of Wolfswinkel’s, orange with four horns, leather fan ears, smells of cloves and cinnamon and rotted limes, strong and dirty

-Wolfswinkle’s House: Domed home and prison of Wolfswinkle, sits upon a hill on Ninnyhammer

Pillars topped with fire- dictate the perimeter of Wolfswinkel’s house, magic, makes the ground appear to dance

High Sladder- Tarrie-cat city on Ninnyhammer

Scathrassic acid- poison intended for the cats

Unknown Animal- cross between a giant armadillo and a camel 

Hallelujah- used by Wolfswinkle as a celebratory saying

Blue square- magic tile in Wolfswinkle’s house, corned by candles,  has an invisible barrier and is used to read memories from the person inside

Key to the Pyramids- blue-green light made of braided ribbon, with tiny crystals on it

Next

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May 2nd-May 8th, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from May 2nd, 2020 to May 8th, 2020.  The chat focused on the following question:

What are some of the weirdest things you've Googled while researching for your story?

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

For Whispers of the Past, the weirdest thing I googled was probably: "puncture wounds versus lacerations" and "chance of survival after getting stabbed." Pretty sure I also looked up: "treatment for arsenic poisoning," "lethal dose of arsenic," "arsenic in nature," "broken ribs symptoms and treatments," "pneumothorax," "can a horse kill someone by trampling them?" and "how far can you fall without dying?" Basically, just a bunch of medical questions. For another story, I think the weirdest thing I looked up was, "can you take antidepressants and sleeping pills together?" More medical questions

carcarchu

@ cronaj's answer "i swear i'm an author not a serial killer"

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Hmmm.

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

I think for me was searching up symptoms of PTSD, eating disorders, and also victims of cheating

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Probably that time trying to research poisonous substances available in Victorian and earlier households with potentially fatal results if ingested but not immediate, and their symptoms/treatments

The answer, incidentally, is that most of them aren't treatable if you've had a high enough dose to get symptoms.

And non-lethal doses tend to have unpleasant long term effects

Deo101 [Millennium]

I don't remember all the crazy stuff I've looked up. What's popping into my head at the moment, though, is I did almost a month of research into time travel paradoxes for a plot that I ended up not using! So that's fun

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Also that Victorians kept arsenic (a white powder) in the same place as sugar (a white powder) in often unmarked containers since literacy was low and labels only work if you can read them

There was far more accidental poisonings from putting arsenic in your tea than I can count

carcarchu

what about having a picture of a skull and cross bones on the arsenic tin

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

I think it was arsenic. Maybe cynanide...

Ahaha

You'd think so wouldn't you?

That's not even going into the whole thing about green dyes for clothing being made from arsenic as well I think and being uh

Literally fatal to wear?

Well done, Victorians.

Let me grab y'all a source for that one

https://youtu.be/K2McemVuG28

Here you go!

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Oh my god what the

Them victorians are so morbid

Did you know that they have a garden of poison

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Welcome to writing historical!

Yes I did

I wanna go

But yeah go back a century or two

Literally everything seems to be poisonous

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Arsenic, radium......damn they don’t follow WHMIS

carcarchu

wasn't even that long ago when they were putting mercury in everything

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Including NORMAL FOOD

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

And toys

Kids were playing with them

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Oh the Bradford Sweets Poisoning was a whole thing!

Hang on

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/1858_Bradford_sweets_poisoning

This one is uh

Definitely worse

carcarchu

bruh

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Yeah

There's so much of this...

It's amazing humanity made it this far

So yeah that's what I've googled

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Would that...even fly here nowadays

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

What the arsenic

Nooope

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Hooooo god that is mildly terrifying

Like I make sweets for a living

I don’t even want to think how I’ll feel if I accidentally poisoned 200 people

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

It did lead to modern food hygiene laws and much better regulations on chemists being responsible for their supplies

But yep

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

I remember someone telling me “Behind every rule/regulation was someone who got hurt or died”

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Yeahhhh

Sometimes also where there aren't rules because hahaha some companies are shit

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Yeah it’s sucks and it’s even worse because you KNOW they’re just pushing the limits

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Capitalism has always been like that, it's just people can see it a bit more now

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Yeah, the age of information has really exposed the nasty side of things huh Hmmm I think I’ve studied something really different for my webcomic. I was looking into the justice system and how it treated minors

And I had to look up burn victims/homicides soooooooooooo

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

Whoops sorry for the ping, I thought you said mirrors not minors and was gonna ask

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Oh god that would be....completely different

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

I'm writing about vampires, mirrors are more common (concept and word)..

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Yes! I think it’s because back in the day silver was used in mirrors and that’s why you can’t see a vampire’s reflection

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

weirdest thing I searched so far is about er the male modeling industry and how they have to slap cheeks and junks to get the body to fill in clothing

and I wondered "do I need to do a deep dive in this or"

Nutty (Court of Roses)

I tried to look up what damaged vocal cords looked like, so i could show it when Count Bailey got poisoned, but I mostly got body camera shots inside a person's throat, so I had to largely wing it by darkening the veins in his neck lol Other than that, I have to look up Irish slang a lot, as Merlow slips into it more when he gets drunk.

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

I have a twittee thread somewhere about mirrors and vampires

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Okay tuyetnhi I’m a bit more...disturbed yet intrigued by that idea. Nutty yes I noticed that! I liked that small detail actually And Eilidh, i would love to see that twitter thread

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

Yeah, I ended up making a deep dive and ho boi

it's darker than I expected LOL

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I tried to look up people getting crushed by cars or falling objects but the videos were very blurry and made me dizzy so I just went fuck it my comic's not realistic anyways I'm winging it

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

Probably an extensive search for all things occult? Its such a wide topic so it was daunting to sift through everything, but also really cool to see so many different cultures have been influenced by such things! Ive read some excerpts about the sixth sense and human capabilities too, very interesting!

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

@Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!) That is the most splendidly weird research I have heard of

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

I was trying to research for one of my characters and i'm just

the things they do

I scream everyday

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

lol tuyetnhi got me to look it up but all I can find is stuff about sexual assault

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

that's what I mean

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

OH

:(

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Whoa okay

That’s really dark

Like I had to look up abuse relations

DanitheCarutor

Oh geez, I've looked up a lot of stuff. Recently I Googled public bathrooms and backs of toilets because I'm too lazy to get up and look at my own toilet. SAECKs/SAKs, the price with and without insurance, how it works and if men can use them. (Which was kinda sad that I didn't know they could although the resource was surprisingly hard to find, all except one link I found were about women using them.) I've looked up medical stuff like the different stages of certain cancers, their symptoms, treatments and other things involves like their effect on the person's mental health, if things like physical therapy is needed and the effects of the treatment along with the types of treatment needed. Also the cost with and without insurance, as well as cancer treatment facilities for people with low income. Various mental illnesses/disorders, the different types treatment, the effects of the treatment, as well as cost and facilities that offer free/cheaper treatment for people with low income. Lactose intolerance, celiac disease, gaslighting, trauma brought on by abuse. Things like the mental effects of children taking on adult responsibilities early on, growing up with lack of stability and human trafficking. Types of physical abuse that doesn't leave obvious bruising/scarring, psychological abuse (outside of gaslighting). Court stuff, like legal charges for attempted murder, court procedures. Caregiver programs for family members caring for someone with a severe mental illness. What actions are taken when someone files a charge for being drugged against their consent and the steps that need to be taken if your ID and credit cards/debit cards have been stolen, as well as what the police need do in those situations. Gosh, I can go on and on, just go on forever about all the things I've researched.

Most of it is medical and mental health related.

I feel this is fitting for some of the subjects we've Googled.

DanitheCarutor

Wow, I didn't realize how much I looked at the cost of stuff. Like a good chunk of my research has been dedicated to what different insurances cover, how much, the base price without insurance and payment plans for people in the latter category. I guess the upside is I'll have some knowledge on the different insurance companies if I ever get to a point where I can get it, as well as payment plan options if I'm ever hospitalized.

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

Googling images of cadaver hands for reference was... not a pleasant experience

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Most recently I was looking for heart dissections. I had to take a break cuz I was making myself feel sick X')

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Searching up burn victims was not fun either

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

also this has made me realize that artists can be a very morbid bunch

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

yeah like dang ya'll lmao

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I know someone who had to look up (a bit gory) "can you strangle/hang someone with your intestines"

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Chances are the audience is not gonna know either so

dunno how much accuracy matters in this situation :p(edited)

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

I mean....unfortunately I know what it's like to see a drowned corpse So if it's accurate....I would...strangely appreciate it more?

Like you never know your audience

DanitheCarutor

When I was first starting to dabble in comics I was attempting this dark fantasy/mythology-ish story that would have some gore. I looked up stuff like "skull being crushed", "what does 'x' limb look like when being ripped off", "what does a corpse look like after sitting for 'x' many days". Most of my searched led me to the Best Gore site, which is totally recommended if you need references for your gory horror comic, but is NOT a site for the faint of heart. You will most likely get sick from the content... and the comment section.

Oddly enough, when I used to do the occasional stand alone gore-ish illustration I'd get 1-2 comments with people being grateful for the accuracy. It's... interesting that they would know what would and wouldn't be accurate with stuff like that.

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Oh, I looked up burn victims before.... Yeah, I've looked up a lot of weird stuff.

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

I had to look up fresh and healed burnscar myself for a comic, a character survivived a housefire.

Most of the time I am googling history actually - and mostly tech-levels of a given time and what was contemporary with what - guns and knights for example co-existed for quite a few decades, that kind of stuff.

Deo101 [Millennium]

Y'know I'm thinking about it more, and I'm realizing why I can't recall the weird stuff I've looked up. I usually ask people for information! I know a lot of different kinds of people who are more than happy to talk about their experiences, so I can ask them for first hand experience with a lot of situations where I then don't really need to look up much other than to maybe fill some holes I have. It's a different kind of research

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

Huh, the weirdest thing I’ve googled? Well, there’s the ever-uncomfortable ‘Googling certain body types for reference but probably looking like a creep to anyone who looks at my search history’. I’ve also googled very oddly specific things like ‘What is a 5-cube called?’ (It’s a pentaract). I’ve also watched videos that demonstrate how a bump key works, and to my FBI agent, I swear it was only for my comic. My search history gets pretty eclectic. I look up a lot of religious lore, and do lot of research into medieval times - mostly about the daily life of the average peasant. Also things like quantum physics, customs in other countries, and animal facts.

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Just realizing that I once researched "medieval brewing." That was an interesting train of information.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

For a lot of gruesome or dangerous scenes, I try to aim the search toward movies and TV screencaps. Like, if you need to draw a crashing car, find a series with a dramatic car chase where they slammed a stunt car into a wall in high-def slow-mo.

kayotics

I think the weirdest thing I looked up was trying to figure out the answer to the question “is the gas released by decomposing bodies flammable? And if so how much gas do you need?”

eli [a winged tale]

now I’m curious what’s the answer

kayotics

The answer ended up being that if there was enough gas being created it was probably not enough to be flammable: aka it would not light up the room.

I ended up asking a friend who knows more about decomposition to figure out the answer, but I just wanted to make sure if a character brought a torch into a musty murder basement, it wouldn’t light them up like a Christmas tree

Mostly: it gets smelly and stale

eli [a winged tale]

Good to know!

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

Hmm I think the wierd thing I looked up was whether Smile Therapy was a real practice? There are Photos too and I have a feeling it was real. Another thing I look up was; How would a real lady pirate dress in historical times? I did alot of extra research for some little visual hints.(edited)

I feel like Mob psycho nailed the creepiness of Smile Therapy because they were patients forced to pretend to smile, that's what I envision each time. That ep stayed with me(edited)

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

oh my god

Miranda

What is that picture from?? it's creepy haha(edited)

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

mob psycho 100

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

smile therapy is terrifying. Imagine getting punished if you didn't smile

in the end you'll be smiling as a conditioned reaction to fear, not because it's genuine

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

Yes exactly, the original one was hard to record so the Google was ambiguous about its existence but there's photo proof that it was a thing

[jcmorrigan]

Epithet Half-Baked!

I saw through @selfshipimagines that @nougatships is having a Yuletide F/O event...and I know I’m kind of a flighty, shadowy entity in this community, but I do like to write, and thought, what the hey, this’ll be fun. So here I come out of nowhere to contribute a thing.

The F/O? Giovanni Potage from Epithet Erased. The S/I? Rachel Scribere - mundie, writer of much fanfiction, independent contractor supervillainous minion who has also given up on adulting. (Most of those things apply to me IRL!) I decided to go with something a little on-the-nose for the “catering” theme and write about the two of us trying to arrange party food - expect much food talk and many headcanons (e.g. I see Gio as ace, even though that may not end up being Word of God). For optimal results, please listen to the Mariah Carey/MCR mashup “Welcome to the Christmas Parade” while reading this. Not to mention that song will change your life anyway. (Freeman DNI unless you’re going to get the name of the band CORRECT) 

***

I wouldn’t say Christmas was my favorite holiday, because it really wasn’t. Nor would Giovanni ever say Christmas was his favorite holiday, because he wanted to look like a cool guy who didn’t care about Christmas. That said, when our invitation arrived in the mail, neither of us needed to do much cajoling to get the other to agree to attend as a plus-one. Almost immediately, we’d begun work on what we were going to wear to the occasion.

           Well, to be fair, Giovanni was doing most of the work in that department. I’m still trying to figure out how a needle and thread even works for something besides a dangerous impromptu sushi fork. I did play a role in the design of my formal wear, however – a full-skirted red-and-green gown that served the purpose of making me look like the princess of Christmas and thereby able to pass laws banning the repeated playing of “Jingle Bell Rock” more than three times per night. As for Giovanni, he was dead set on creating the World’s Ugliest Christmas Sweater, and boy, did it ever deserve that capitalization. I don’t have the words to you to describe properly the conglomeration of non-coordinating colors and mismatched winter-holiday symbolism that went into that monstrosity. Which basically meant we were going to be the two best-dressed people in attendance.

           However, that still left the important factor: the catering aspect. This was essentially a potluck, and as much as we would have loved to skim off everyone else’s hors d’ouevres and pretend we “dropped” ours on the way there, eventually, our need to show off our cooking skills combined with my compulsion to contribute to community activities won out over the dark side of our consciences.

           My first mistake was going into that kitchen with no idea what Giovanni was planning on making. Me? I was set on a hot-chocolate-and-marshmallow cake. Festive and full of my two favorite flavors! Not to mention I’d baked in the past as a hobby, though it had, admittedly, been a while. I was actually rather looking forward to this.

           “So, Composer,” Giovanni asked as I set up my laptop, “can we expect any musical entertainment?”

           “Damn right,” I said as I clicked through playlists.

           “Just please tell me you’re not gonna stick us with three hours of Christmas music bullshit.”

           “Oh, trust me. We are going to get enough of that at this party.” I set off a rather jaunty emo-pop number with guitars that were just obnoxious enough.

           “Oh, yeah,” Giovanni cried, “this is PERFECT! Totally captures our debonair yet badass essence. THIS is why I let you pick the car music.”

           I gave him a playful bow. “Okay. Let’s do this thing.”

           I began rounding up my ingredients: flour, sugar, cocoa powder, et cetera, et cetera…

           “Done.”

           Wait…”What?”

           I had only just gotten my ingredients lined up on the counter, yet Giovanni was leaning over the other edge of the island, elbows on the countertop and head in his hands to give me a playfully innocent look, as an enormous pot of something steaming, golden, and tantalizingly scented sat before him.

           I peered into the vessel, making note of the contents. “Is this…butternut squash soup?”

           “You know it.”

           “…You made soup.”

           “Is there a…problem with that?”

           “Your Epithet is literally soup.”

           “Aaaaaand…?”

           I marched around to shake my index finger at him on every word: “You. Fucking. CHEATED.”

           He rose, pointing right back at me: “I’m. The. BAD GUY. So I don’t care!”

           I gave my eyes a sufficiently dramatic roll. “You realize this is gonna take me like two hours.”

           “I’ll watch.”

           “You could at least help. You’re good with this stuff, you know.”

           “Hmm…” Giovanni pretended to think it over. “No, don’t think I will.”

           “I hate you.”

           “That’s too bad, because I love you a lot, Composer.”

           I blushed, then muttering “IloveyoutooandIdon’thateyouandIwasjustkidding.” Quickly followed up with “Okay, I’m gonna start doing this shit BY MYSELF, then.”

           Baking an entire cake with your boyfriend just smugly staring at you is…an experience. Not a bad experience. But an experience. Still, I thought I was on a good track so far. Until it came to the electric mixer.

           As a disclaimer, I stated, “It’s been a while. I’m a little rusty.”

           “It’s just an electric mixer.” He shrugged. “Even I couldn’t screw up – I mean even SOME LOSER LIKE SYLVIE couldn’t screw up using it.”

           Well, now the pressure was on. I flicked the appliance to life, dipping it into a pool of eggs suspended in buttermilk, and immediately plunged into chaos. The thing about electric mixers is that they are an extreme balancing act. Too far down into the bowl, and the blades will make a horrible grinding noise against the bowl bottom, making a catastrophizer like me worry about glass shards ending up baked into the dough. However, it is very important that if this happens to you, you do not do what I did and overcompensate by yanking the still-spinning blades out of the bowl, thereby splattering eggs and buttermilk all over yourself.

           As I was attempting to figure out damage control, I became acutely aware of Giovanni trying to hide an absolute fit of giggles. “You know,” I growled, “this wouldn’t HAPPEN if you would HELP me.”

           I absolutely did not want him to help me. See, I have an inferiority complex the size of the sun, and even that feels weird to say, since it’s admitting I actually possess a large quantity of anything. I wanted to make this monster cake my goddamn self, and I wanted him to be fucking impressed. Still, I was pretty sure if I didn’t ask for his help, I would just end up with some kind of inedible toxic waste.

           I wasn’t sure if he was just playing coy or if he knew me all too well when he said “No. Don’t feel like it.”

           “Come on!”

           “Composer, this is YOUR time to shine! I’m not getting in the way of YOUR masterpiece blowing away the competition?”

           “…Gio, it’s not a com – “

           “OF COURSE IT’S A COMPETITION! EVERY POTLUCK IS A COMPETITION! WHY ELSE HAVE EVERYONE BRING DISHES OF VARYING QUALITY IF NOT TO DETERMINE THE SUPREME CHEF AT THE PARTY?”

           Well, if it meant somebody might think of me as supreme chef, I sure wasn’t going to argue. Unhealthy as that might be for my ego.

           So I let Giovanni actively not help me. Even when I tried to crack another egg and it rather exploded from my overuse of momentum. But thankfully, the rest of it seemed to be coming together well. As it baked, I decided to use that time to put together the icing. The recipe, of course, called for cream cheese icing, but that is not real icing (don’t @ me) and I absolutely refuse to sully any of my confections with it, ever. I was making the real stuff – just butter, chocolate, milk, and way too much sugar.

           However, that meant a rematch with my archnemesis: the electric mixer. I gave it a very sour glare as I picked it up again.

           “Ooh, someone’s mad,” Giovanni teased.

           “Damn right I’m mad,” I told him. “This thing fucking hates me.”

           “No…I think you’re just bad with it.”

           “WHAT THE – “

           He was at my side then, using one hand to guide my face upward to meet his gaze: “Because no one and nothing could ever hate you, my beautiful, beautiful Composer. And anyone who does can EAT SOUL-SLUGGER DOOM-BAT.”

           Well. Now I was a flustered mess. I gently leaned forward to rest my forehead temporarily on his collarbone. “No, you,” I teased. “I mean it. People who hate you don’t have souls. End of discourse.”

           “And this is why we GO TOGETHER!”

           “Damn straight.”

           It would have been a beautiful moment if I hadn’t been thwarted, yet again, by the mixer. The grinding of the glass, the startled removal of the blades, a chocolate splatter –

           Except this time, it missed me. No, the stuff made a direct hit on the tall, pink-haired, and handsome card-carrying villain standing next to me.

           I gaped at him momentarily, unsure what to say. Then it all came rushing out: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry – “

           “Sorry?” he repeated, and at first, I thought he actually was angry. “You’re SORRY? Oh, it’s too late to be sorry, Composer.”

           When he picked up the quarter-full bottle of vanilla extract from the counter beside us, I realized his game. “This means war,” he growled in a not-very-growly-at-all way.

           Our eyes locked. His way of asking permission. I gave the slightest of nods; “I guess I deserve it. But you know I’m not going down without a fight.”

           The vanilla sloshed onto me. I smashed an egg onto his shirt. He dumped about a half-gallon of soup down the back of mine.

           Now, what you must understand about a food fight that takes place in the Potage-Scribere kitchen is that anything, and I mean absolutely anything, becomes a weapon. Even things that weren’t part of the dishes we were cooking. The refrigerator was raided, the cupboards stripped bare for the ensuing battle. Whatever we could hit each other with, we did. Smashing tomatoes against each other. Sneaking ice cubes into each other’s clothes to try and get a shriek. Several different flavors of soup flying through the air, of course. Retaliation in the form of grabbing the sprayer from the sink and brandishing it like a Banzai Blaster standard-issue pea-shooter.

           Then my timer let out a “ding” to inform me that the cake was done baking. Giovanni froze, standing perfectly still as I transferred the cake to the fridge to let it cool down.

           Then we picked up right where we left off.

           It came to a head when Giovanni had ended up with two cans of aerosol whipped cream, dual-wielding them at me. I had an ice cream scoop in a tub of whipped cream, ready to lob it like a snowball.

           Wait -            “Gio, why do we have three things of whipped cream?”

           “Well, I picked these up when you texted me our respective assignments for grocery day last weekend.”

           “I told you to get toilet paper. I was gonna get the whipped cream.”

           “No, you said YOU were getting the toilet paper, and I should pick up whipped cream.”

           “DID EITHER OF US GET TOILET PAPER?”

           “…I’m thinking no,” Giovanni mused.

           “Okay, emergency store run after this for toilet paper,” I declared. “Resume.”

           Instead of turning the cans on me, Giovanni spun to kick an apple off the counter so that it would hit me in the sternum. I recoiled, but only slightly. “The fuck was that?”

           “That? Oh, THAT was…well, Composer, have you been keeping track of how many hits I’ve landed on you?”

           My eyes widened. “SON OF A BITCH.”

           “THAT’S RIGHT!” Giovanni crowed. “TWELVE! WHICH MEANS WHEN I LET THESE CANS LOOSE ON YOU, IT’S GONNA BE CRITICAL!”

��          I let go of the ice cream scoop; it clanged to the floor. “Okay, okay!” I put up that hand in a gesture of surrender. “I give!”

           “…Seriously? But it’s no fun if you – “

           “I am NOT in the mood to get blasted by critical whipped cream, Gio.”

           Giovanni shrugged, not letting go of either can. “All right. Then it stops here.”

           I pouted. “I really am sorry I started it. Can we just…you know…kiss and make up?”

           “Absolutely.”

           I had counted on this. I let him shut his eyes, pucker his lips slightly, lean forward. I advanced.

           And then, screaming “WORTH IT!”, smashed the tub of whipped cream directly at his face.

           The resulting blast of the aerosol whip was like getting hit with the blast of twenty-six cans of aerosol whip – which, really, isn’t that harmful at all. Just a lot messier and with some added momentum; I ended up skidding across the kitchen floor. “Okay!” I laughed. “I really do give in now! I promise!”

           Giovanni was already scooping the cream off his face and shoveling it into his mouth (and this is the part where I want to remind you that as ripe of a picking as this seems for innuendo, neither of our sex-repulsed minds would have it). He then slumped down onto the tile next to me, leaning onto me.

           “Well played, minion,” he said with a grin. “We’ll make a bona fide villain out of you yet.”

           “Bold of you to assume I’m not already there.”

           We actually did kiss then, tasting all the sweeter for being covered in sugar.

[leowyattv]

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Shedding it, scalar skin or bark; Magnitude without direction; A temper vestibule in- Vests, jackets a body in Truncated coat, technics fold, inter- Ruptions :: hundreds die as baseline Nuclear arsenal refill Fun, a planting pot fresh with Manure, fertilizer funds, & dirt With paradox, halving lives A speculative endurance, Populating a futurity with Untraceable elegance, Like mycological spore, or mycelial Masses; like cryptocurrency Exchanges in blockchain Relationship & exchange verifiable With uncompromising math With extraneous dialogue In the wind; like let them be naked Physicists sporting labcoats Only, as a group Sure of dark matter’s Not being there, its criminality A subversion, defying Paradigm parameters, & the glottal Stop at this epistemological Dissolution, erotic even, A flush heating bodies up At the limits, the proximity Of other bodies, the desire For physical embrace & exchange enough, nearly, To assume such kingmaker species a half-life well off Into future, plutonium megawatt power-station Giving life to groups finding Each other, once again, beneath Night’s luminous bodies, Beneath moon’s thievery, Held by shadows, deep black density In whose unmappable infinitude a species Approaches a release from print, rose Compass, gold arrow, landscape & waterway Florescent with spectra of blue & volcanic reds, shorn from it, then, Held in what is after all, unnamable, Of near-absolute incompatibility With kingmaker species & yet, That which gave any of it The possibility of accidental beginning.

[e-namor-a]

Masked Pt. VIII

Ok so this fic keeps fucking growing. I swear to God, it’s ridiculous lmao. This entire thing was originally something like 10k but I split it up into two sections cuz I thought it was too long? This wraps up this arc and then we get to the part I wrote 10 fucking months ago and by far my favorite part of this entire thing.  Anyway... Here we go folks CW: death, murder, self harm, (that’s all i think) pt. i/ pt. ii/ pt. iii/ pt. iv/ pt. v/ pt. vi/ pt. vii

You were so fucking overwhelmed. You couldn’t figure out what you were feeling.  You knew you were livid, absolutely furious. You could taste it in the pit of your belly. It had been a year and finally, you had seen him. And it had been a fucking disaster.  Now, all you wanted to do now was hit something, or get blackout drunk again. 

And that’s how you found yourself sitting in Daniel’s waiting room. You were freezing your ass off, goddamn air conditioning and goddamn cocktail dress, but you knew if you had headed to your apartment you would’ve changed and gone to your favorite bar, gotten drunk off your ass and ended up in someone's bed. You had promised Tony you would try harder, and you were going to do your best to keep your promise. So there you were, sitting in his waiting room, peeling the label off the water bottle you had gotten from the mini-fridge next to you. You were starting to zone out, drifting in and out of memories that had started to play in your mind since your encounter with James. You were so in your head, you kicked instinctively, barely missing, when Daniel had crouched down in front of and placed his hand on yours. “Holy shit.” Daniel breathily laughed, flat on his ass, his glasses askew, green eyes wide. “Jesus Christ. It’s instinct. Fuck. I’m sorry Daniel,” you mumbled, having snapped up in your seat and pressed your fingers to your mouth in horror of what you had done. “Y/N, hon, it wasn’t your fault. I spooked you. Considering your training, I think that it’s an understandable reaction. Let’s go into my office and talk, yeah?” Daniel had stood up and extended his hand out to you. You stared at his outstretched hand, wanting to grab it but unable to do so. So instead you clasped your hands around the water bottle and stood up, walking forward into Daniel’s office. You tried to avoid touching people when sober. It made you feel antsy. 

You walked into the blue office, and sat in your favorite red velvet chair, facing the door, back to wall, the perfect vantage point and tucked your legs under you smoothing your short dress down over your thighs. You started picking at the hem automatically, thigh twitching. You knew the smart thing was to come talk to Daniel, but fuck if you didn’t just want to run out instead. Staying meant talking about James, something that you had resolutely avoided for months. Daniel had no clue James existed. You had made sure to never even insinuate that you had once been in a relationship. “So, Y/N, as happy as I am to see you, what brings you here? I gather something bad to bring you in on a day you’re not scheduled.” Daniel had seated himself across from you, his back against a big window overlooking the city skyline. “So what happened? Did your nightmares get worse? Are you sleeping less?” You had started to fidget more intensely. You knew you would have to open your mouth to speak but you didn’t know if you were ready. You had shared your past: your mother, your sister, your father and your upbringing, your friendship with Tony. It had taken time, a lot of prodding and some horrible nights but you had managed to spill as much as you could. You trusted Daniel as much as you possibly could, everything considering. 

There were only a few things you had kept entirely hidden, your relationship with James, your missions and the death of your father. You had never shared that last one with anyone. As far as you knew, only you, your handler and about 5 other agents knew the truth of what had happened. It was a secret you guarded even closer than the death of your family. It was the final nail in the coffin of who you were. For the most part, you refused to even acknowledge what happened. 

But now you had to tell Daniel those secrets. They had to come out because you promised Tony and you wanted something more and you had run into James and you were spiraling quickly. You sighed deeply, letting the breath out steadily before you began, “I had a therapist before you. I saw her for a while. I started after I took on a deep undercover off-the-books mission. I thought I was ready, that it would be some sort of closure for me, you know?” You took another deep breath, letting it out steadily, steeling yourself, “But it wasn’t. It was the hardest mission I had ever been on and it took a lot out of me. I came back a shell of myself. I was just going through the motions”, you swallowed hard. Memories you hadn’t shared with Daniel, were bubbling under your lips, desperate to escape. 

You shifted, trying to alleviate some anxiousness, your legs were tucked next to you, arm crossed over your chest. “My… my partner… well, he didn’t really notice what was going on with me. He had his own issues and his work was really taxing, and he had horrible mental scars and I was hiding what was going on too well. He just… didn’t notice. We kind of ended up out of sync, and it really affected our… relationship. So I ended up in therapy.” You scratched the back of your neck, hiding as much of your face as you could from Daniel. You felt overexposed and you hated it. “Can I ask what the mission was? Are you allowed to tell me?” Daniel looked at you, eyes unreadable. “It’s ok if you can’t. Remember you set the boundaries here, Y/N. You’re in charge. You shook your head, you had to tell him but you couldn’t get the words out. They wouldn’t come out. Daniel smiled gently and opened his mouth to continue but you blurted out the answer, vomiting the words, “I was sent to kill my father’s second in command. But the intel I was given was dated. He knew who I was. He knew my story. He knew I was coming and rather than face me or the people who had sent me, he decided death was preferable. I found his body. But before that, I found the bodies of his two children, a small boy, and his teenage daughter. The girl looked like my sister and I was instantly shoved into my past. Into what I did. “

“Thank you for answering. Was there something else?”, Daniel asked softly. You shook your head emphatically, biting your lip so hard you thought you’d draw blood. “Ok, that’s fine. So, you were in a relationship? Was it a long one?”, Daniel asked kindly. “Several years. I thought it would be for the rest of my life.” “What happened?”

You squirmed internally as you tried to figure out what to do. Logically, you should tell him. Daniel should know. But the last time you had trusted this way, you had been betrayed twice. Tony was counting on you, you were counting on you. You wanted more and it was time to put up or shut up. 

“He cheated on me”, you blurted out. You cringed. It still hurt like a fresh wound. You shook your head, tugging harshly on a strand of hair before continuing, “From what I’ve pieced together, it started soon after I started going to see her. I had had to leave for several months on a mission and I think that that’s when they started getting closer to each other. I kept leaving for work and that coupled with therapy and the stress of both, it was too much. I pushed him to her and he cheated.”

You had ripped the seam in your dress and were picking at the loose thread. “Her name was Mariah. She was a pretty bubbly blonde. Always wore these ridiculous heels. Rain, shine, snow, always wearing these giant heels. I’ve managed to make myself almost forget what she looks like but I’ll never forget those fucking heels. I can still hear them clicking down my fucking hallway. We used to bond over how put together she was, nails done, hair nice, full face of makeup and designer clothes. We’d laugh because I was so tired all the time and my put together was a little chapstick, maybe some mascara if I could handle it.” You let out a dry chuckle, “Christ.” The loose thread had gotten longer, you were quickly unraveling the entire hem. You couldn’t find it in you to care. It was a beautiful dress, worth a lot of money but you just didn’t care. You felt the need to destroy something. “I left the city the night I caught him balls deep in her. Ran for a while until I called Tony and ended up back here. I didn’t want to stay, I still don’t. But Tony made me promise him I would stay, and here I am. Tony’s all I got,” you said tiredly. “I went to go check on her one time. I was pretty drunk, it was the only way that I could face her after everything. I’m still pretty deadly even then. I was trained very well. I went to her office but she wasn’t there. Asked around and found out she had left abruptly a month or two after I did. Just disappeared, no trace.” You let an empty smile grow on your face, “I think Natasha had something to do with it. I can’t be sure but I sent her a big bottle of vodka and a thank you card anyway. I’m just upset I didn’t get to her first. I guess it’s good I didn’t.” You glanced up to see Daniel’s eyes widen briefly as he listened to you talk. You were struck by an absurd desire to giggle because despite him being a psychiatrist for intelligence operatives from a myriad of agencies including S.H.I.E.L.D., police and even soldiers, you still managed to shock him. Even if it was just a little. 

“Well, what a bitch. I’m also glad you didn’t get to her first,” Daniel let out a small grin, pushing up his glasses, thoroughly surprising you, “I can imagine it would’ve been messy. Thank you for sharing. I sincerely appreciate it. I have to ask, why are you telling me this Y/N? I appreciate your forthcomingness but what brought it on?” You had a small pile of pulled apart thread on your exposed leg from the dress you were methodically destroying. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t care. You were just so full and empty and just so so fucking tired. “I went on a mission before I started seeing Mariah. It had been set in motion when I turned 15 and the final pieces just happened to fall into place about two years into my relationship. I was given 12 hours heads up and flown out that same night. I knew the mission was coming, I had been instrumental in its planning and a large part of my undercover work was tied to it. I thought I was ready. But I wasn’t.” You had started to cry, unable to stop it as you were sucked into the memory. Your vision had fish-bowled, you could hear the blood pound in your ears, the room suddenly feeling freezing cold. “I made a promise to my mother and my sister when I buried them that I would finish what they started. That I would avenge them and see my fathers empire in ruins. I would destroy it brick by brick. I had nursed that promise deep down where no one would see it and I thought that I was ready to end it that night I got shipped out. I thought I would be able to do it, quick, clean and efficient just like I was taught. But I couldn’t do it.” You knit your fingers into your hair and tugged, trying to anchor yourself. To not let yourself go too far into your memory. 

“I knew it the second I stepped into my mothers old garden. The plants she took such loving care were all dead. Her fountain had been trashed. The hand painted stone pathway had been trampled on and broken. It had all been destroyed. He had let it all be destroyed. I couldn’t do it,”you shook your head harshly, “I just couldn’t let him get away with it.”

“I found him in the dining room. It was like stepping back in time. He appeared older, white peppered through his hair, wrinkles crinkling his skin, but despite that everything looked the same. Our photographs were still hanging up. The wooden table still gleamed from its fresh polish. The smell of gardenias from the vase in the center of the table still hung in the humid air. Nothing had changed.” You could see it playing out in front you, Daniel had all but disappeared into the corner of your mind. “He heard me before I had made my way to him. He told me he’d been waiting for me and asked me if I liked how my mothers garden looked, he had done it just for me. I held the blade of my knife to the base of his throat pushed and told him to stand up. He just laughed and did what I told him to. I took him outside to the garden. He had to pay. He talked the whole way there, telling me about how the family business was, and what he had been up to, he was so fucking relaxed.” You had started tugging harder at your hair as tears streamed down your face.  You needed something to distract you from what you were telling Daniel. You could hear him calling you, trying to get you out of your head but it had to come out. It had to be heard. It had to come out. “I took him to the garden and I just snapped. I made sure he couldn’t walk away and then I made sure he was hurting. I did everything I had been trained to do but I couldn’t get him to stop smiling at me. I needed him to stop so I shot him. I sat down in front of him and watched as he started bleeding out. I sat there watching as he started laughing. There was blood coming out of his mouth as he told me that I had finally fulfilled my destiny. I started to shake my head to deny it but he coughed up some blood and asked me how I could doubt myself. Just look at where I had ended up. Besides, it was fitting, having it all end where it had started, in the garden. Then he looked me dead in the eye and smiled. He told me how proud of me he was. He told me he loved me and that he proud he was that I was finally who he had created me to be, and then he died. Those were his last words.” You nibbled on your lip as you wiped your eyes, exhaling hard through your nose. “I sat there watching him until finally I walked back to the house and set it on fire like I had been instructed to. I watched it burn down, all the pictures, the clothes, the books, the memories. I watched them turn to ash sitting next to my father's corpse. I left the body there for pick up and came back stateside,” you let out a hitching sigh, remembering how you had wanted to run in and grab a picture of the three of you. Something to remember how it used to be. You hadn’t been allowed to, you knew better than to disobey orders. Failure was unacceptable.

“I started seeing Mariah a while after that. All the missions I kept going on, they were me cleaning up loose ends. I made a promise. I would see it through to the end.” You looked up and stared at Daniel in the eye for the first time ever. He knew your entire story now. No more secrets and you felt hollow at the realization. You had been clinging to your secrets for years and now there was nothing left. “Christ Y/N.”, Daniel blinked at you, his eyes wide, “That’s a lot. Before I start, how are you feeling? You made a lot of progress today by letting out your secrets and I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. Can I get you anything?” You shook your head, smiling brittlely, “I don’t know how I feel. Drained I guess.” A little dizzy, sleepy enough to sleep forever, and about to pass out were way more accurate, but you wouldn’t let Daniel know. You were unbreakable, anything less was unacceptable. “That doesn’t surprise me, to be frank. Please just let me know if you change your mind, or if you need a break ok? I have a lot to say but I’ll try to keep it brief. Y/N you are an incredibly complex human, but I can without a doubt tell you that you’re suffering from major depression, anxiety, and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Not only that but you have told yourself over and over that you are to blame for every shitty thing that’s happened in your life and it has paved the way for every single decision you’ve made. You’ve crucified yourself for making a decision as a child when in reality you weren’t given any choice. You’ve accepted that the things your father said as true and it breaks my heart.” You felt the urge to cry, you couldn’t figure out why but you wanted to cry. “You’ve lived all these years with this horrific trauma that started when you were just a child and I don’t know how you did it but I’m so proud of you. You are strong and you are a fighter and you are a goddamn survivor. I am so fucking proud of you Y/N. You came here months ago and did the best you could and you’ve opened up to me in a way that you never had to anyone. I’m honored and I’m so proud of you.” You started crying. It wasn’t like before where you had cried out of painful memories, it was a softer crying meant to soothe.  You were tense but you could feel a small part of yourself start to mend. It was difficult though, an overwhelming part of you was telling you that you were behaving unacceptably. You deserved what had happened. You were what your father had created you to be. “Your father was a garbage human being who deserved a crueler fate. He wasn’t like that because of anything you did. And you did nothing to deserve the treatment you got. You know why? Because he was doing it before you even existed. And you know what else? Him picking you was not your fault. You were worried for your family, that was natural, that was normal. It was an ok reaction. Everything was on him.” Deep down inside, a small part of you rejoiced. You had had to hear these words for so long form someone. It helped you in ways you couldn’t describe. But just as quickly, another part of you wanted to smother that joy. It kept telling you that Daniel was lying. “I know your conflicted over what I’m saying, and I wish I could get rid of the voice that’s telling you I'm lying but I can’t. You have to do that. You have to forgive yourself. No one but you can do that. Therapy isn’t a walk in the park. It’s a difficult and complex journey. It takes time and it’s fucking hard.  I won’t lie to you. It’ll be one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do. But I swear to you on my life, it’ll be worth it.” You sniffled, feeling even more exhausted, eyes drooping, and changed the subject. Daniel was giving you too much. Instead, you looked at your hands, fiddling with your fingertips and said, “I saw him in the park today. My… partner… my boyfr- … James. I saw him today and he looked great. He was smiling and he was there with a woman. She was beautiful. She had this big gorgeous dark curly hair, her skin looked soft and smooth glowing in the sun against her white dress. She looked so vibrant and so full of life and happiness. They were perfect together. He was holding her and she was touching him and they looked so right, standing next to each other. And I got so angry.” Abruptly, you were on your feet. The small pile of threads falling to the ground. You were unable to stay still, a sudden explosion of emotion rocking you. “I was so furiously angry. I was a mess and hurting and there he was with another woman again. I’m fucking drowning and he’s fine! I gave him everything I could. I did everything I could! But it wasn’t enough. And then he touched me. He just touched me and instead of feeling repulsed, my skin felt warm and I didn’t feel uneasy,” you clenched your fists frustratedly. “And then he called me beloved.” You spat out. “He called me beloved and he told me Mariah didn’t mean anything and that he missed me. And I could feel myself falling. I love him so much despite everything and I had wanted to hear those words for months now. But I wasn’t enough! He hurt me! He had me and I was trying and it wasn’t enough for him, I wasn’t enough for him even at my very best and he picked her and she didn’t mean anything. I’m worth less than that to him. I mean less than her. I gave him everything I could. And I wasn’t enough. Why wasn’t it enough? Why?” And you were standing there, panting heavily, hands clutching your hair and just pulling with all your strength because you were so overwhelmed. You hadn’t been enough and you were never going to be enough for James. You were the monster your father made you be. You had blood on your hands in a way that James never would. You were the monster he always feared he was. Of course, you deserved what you got. How stupid could you be? “Y/N, please calm down. Please sit. I’m going to touch you ok?”, Daniel said firmly. You felt his hands on your forearm as he reached up to untangle your hair from your hands. He gently guided you to your favorite chair and sat down on the coffee table in front of you. “Y/N, none of what that man did was your fault. I know. I know you don’t believe me. But I promise that what he did was for his own reasons and his own shortcomings. Not yours. You were just a child. Nothing you could have ever done merited what happened to you. And I cannot stress this enough, you are worthy. You are worth more than you can imagine, and your best is more than enough. I know it with every fiber of my being. I haven’t lied to you, and I won’t start now, so you need to trust me when I say that none of what happened was your fault. You’ve been dealt with some shitty cards but that wasn’t your fault.” You burst into tears. You were so tired of fighting yourself and your past. You didn’t want it anymore. You felt Daniel’s arms wrap around you holding you tightly. You sobbed because it all hurt. Everything hurt. You mourned for your failed love, and your past, and all the horrible things you had endured. You cried for the little girl you had been, who had never been comforted, loved, cherished. You cried every tear she never could, you cried for her. 

You had cried before but this time, it was different. With each tear you let out, you felt better. Your tears were washing out your wounds, leaving them clean so that you could finally start to heal. It still hurt, and you suspected it always would, but for the first time ever you didn’t feel the same. The anguish had subsided, the burdens you carried had lessened.

Slowly you stilled. You felt hollowed out and light as a feather. There was an extremely long road ahead but for the first time, you could see a light at the end of it. You pulled out of Daniel’s embrace and looked up at him. “How are you feeling? Better?”, Daniel asked quietly. You nodded, unable to speak.  “Ok, Y/N,” he started seriously, “I’m writing you a prescription for some anti-depressives and anxiety medication. I want you to start taking those in addition to seeing me. You made progress today, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for telling me everything you’ve told me. I recommend you going home and doing your best to practice some self-care.” He smiled brightly at you as you made your way towards the door. He pulled you in for a short hug and whispered in your ear, “I’m so proud of you.” 

You made your way to the lobby and out into the warm evening air fully intending on going back to your apartment, but somehow ending up in the park where you had seen James earlier. You were hugging yourself, walking slowly and completely lost in your thoughts, processing what Daniel had said and figuring out what you were feeling. You detoured to the park where you had seen James and thought about him. About how you felt and everything that had happened and how you were seeing it all in a different light.

And you realized you were angry. You were furious beyond belief because for the first time you were seeing just how bad James had treated you. You had accepted it, and taken what little was offered because you thought that was all that you were worth, but with Daniel’s words ringing in your ears and settling into your bones you knew better. He had left you to deal with everything alone. For years, even before Mariah, you had believed that you deserved the distance that he had put between the two of you, deserved it because of the horrors you had committed but the truth was that it was all James’ fault. You were doing your best to reach out to him despite your limitations, you could see that now. You had tried and fought and worked for your relationship, and he had not. He had stood by and judged you for the little progress you had been able to make, all while not making any himself. And then he had the audacity to cheat on you. Because you were too much. He had told you that you were too much. 

What bullshit. You bit back a scream of rage at your realization. You had done the best you could. You had given everything you could give. And it was enough. It was good enough. You were beating yourself up over this and he didn’t care then and he clearly didn’t care now. First Mariah, and then the other woman at the park. How dare he? How fucking dare he? 

And then, you were walking to your apartment. You knew you should stay in and take a bath, eat some deliciously unhealthy food, and binge some Netflix but you also knew you weren’t going to do that. You were going out. You were going to truly enjoy yourself and do your best to feel free.  

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[jefferyryanlong]

Infinite Pau Hana - September 21, 2022

“but not for me”

Hour 1 

In a Sentimental Mood - John Coltrane and Duke Ellington I’d Rather Go Blind - Etta James In The Rain - The Dramatics Young Boy Blues - Ben E. King Don’t Make Me Over - Dionne Warwick Do Right Woman, Do Right Man - Aretha Franklin Be My Baby - Cissy Houston Something - Junior Walker and the All Stars Rain - SWV Breakdown - Mariah Carey I Loves You, Porgy (live) - Nina Simone I Loves You, Porgy - Miles Davis Memphis, Tennessee - Chuck Berry Hour 2

Come On Over (live) - Hui Ohana But Not For Me (live) - Ella Fitzgerald The Wind Cries Mary (live) - The Jimi Hendrix Experience Raining in Darling - Bonnie “Prince” Billie 8:05 - Moby Grape Tomorrow Is Long Time - Bob Dylan Many Rivers to Cross - Jimmy Cliff Linda - Hinds Someone to Lay Down Beside Me* - Linda Ronstadt Beside You* - Sons of Champlin Never Dreamed You’d Leave in Summer - Stevie Wonder Let It Loose - The Rolling Stones If You Could Read My Mind* - Gordon Lightfoot Light Green Leaves - Little Wings Please Send Me Someone to Love - Percy Mayfield

Hour 3

You Send Me (demo) - Sam Cooke Only Love Can Break Your Heart (live) - Crosby, Stills, Nash. and Young Maybe - The Chantels Cleo - Abner Jay Horsehead - Threads of Grass A Lover’s Prayer - Gillian Welch Tijuana Lady - Gomez Our Way to Fall - Yo La Tengo When the Roses Bloom Again - Billy Bragg and Wilco Tezeta - Mulatu Astatke Every Time We Say Goodbye - John Coltrane How Strong - Ken Parker You’ve Got to Learn to Let It Go - Sam Waymon * - by request

KTUH - 90.1 FM Honolulu, 91.1 FM North Shore, ktuh.org

[jeremystrele]

An Artist’s Minimalist, Yet Personalised Apartment

An Artist’s Minimalist, Yet Personalised Apartment

Interiors

by Sasha Gattermayr

A brutalist travertine coffee table is one of the few statement pieces in the otherwise minimal home. Photo – The Palm Co.

The lounge room benefits from direct sunlight and a gorgeous green outlook. Photo – The Palm Co.

The dining room table was made by the client’s brother, The Mill, and represents the heart of the home. Photo – The Palm Co.

The brief was to create a bright minimalist space that could act as a comfortable, gallery-like backdrop for the client’s collection of beloved objects and furniture. Photo – The Palm Co.

Open kitchen shelving puts earthy ceramics on display. Photo – The Palm Co.

In order not to overwhelm the small space with dramatic flourishes of personality, the designers exercised restraint – opting for texture and bespoke fittings to create points of interest. Photo – The Palm Co.

The owner is artist Ash Holmes, whose large artworks sit in the second bedroom beside a custom timber window seat. Photo – The Palm Co.

The large white steel doors were custom made for the project, and ended up being the biggest challenge! Photo – The Palm Co.

An inbuilt ledge is an elegant solution to a chunk bedside table. Photo – The Palm Co.

Linens were another key feature of the material palette, which is largely inspired by Japanese interiors. Photo – The Palm Co.

Green became the continuous colour accent throughout the project, linking all the rooms together and providing warmth to the muted space. Photo – The Palm Co.

The bathroom is a tonal contrast to the rest of the home. Photo – The Palm Co.

To ensure a minimalist space is balanced and warm rather than stark and clinical, there needs to be a few points of interest. Folk Studio considered this problem at length when designing the Adam Street House – a two-bedroom apartment for artist Ash Holmes in Sydney’s Northern Beaches.

Co-founder and director of Folk Studio, Mariah Madder, settled on textures, custom furniture and subtle threads of colour woven throughout the interior as a way of create an interesting, unique space that didn’t overwhelm its petite volumes.

A restrained, Japanese-inspired material palette of American walnut, ceramic tiles and linen creates a focus on texture and sets the backdrop for larger pieces to establish small flourishes of drama. For example, the floors, walls and ceilings are painted white, while bespoke cabinetry and a few statement insertions such as a travertine coffee table and vast steel doors immediately draw the eye.

‘Choosing green to be the continuous accent colour throughout the home was an intentional choice to reflect the bold colour statements we appreciate in Ash’s artworks,’ Mariah explains.

The material restraint was both necessary for the small space and intentional to create a comfortable, gallery-like environment suitable for displaying the client’s curation of belongings.

‘[Ash] wanted each piece in the space to have a story,’ explains Mariah. ‘These stories were communicated through unique furniture pieces, the people who created them and their origins.’

Two of her own large artworks sit in the second bedroom beside a custom banquette seat, while open kitchen shelving presents the couple’s collection of earthy ceramics.

The dining table is especially special. Designed and made by Ash’s brother, The Mill, the curved table with distinct flat legs is the heart of the home.

Each pocket of the house has a narrative embedded in its presence, making this project a minimalist yet ultra personal home!

See more projects from Folk Studio here.

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have yourself a merry little christmas (thor x loki)

Well I promised @thorkicraving a fluffy Christmas Thorki fanfic, so here it is! It’s my first fanfic ever, so I’m not sure it’s going to be worth anything, but oh well. Comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome.

I’m not really feeling up for smut just yet… sorry? I might try it out sometime later, though.

Hope you guys like it, and merry (early) Christmas ♥

NB: Egil is a is a masculine given name derived from Old Norse, meaning “to inspire fright; the edge or point, a sting”. (Yes, I did my research, even for a cat’s name. Don’t judge.)

(I have no idea if I did this right lol sorry)

Characters: Thor, Loki

Pairings: Thor x Loki, Grandmaster x Loki (mentioned)

Universe: Human AU

Words: 1,881

Trigger warning: incest? But like, not really?

Summary: Thor surprises Loki with a huge Christmas tree that they set to decorating on a backdrop of Mariah Carey songs and Christmas carols, nostalgic memories and ugly sweaters, and not-so-brotherly feelings. Sprinkle some holiday cheer on top, and you get the perfect recipe for a cozy afternoon.

Read it on AO3

Loki was sitting in the window seat, a book in one hand and soft jazz music playing in the background. With his free hand, he was absentmindedly petting the small, purring kitten Thor had so petulantly decided to adopt a few weeks before. Loki had rolled his eyes, but said nothing because, as always, Thor would eventually have ended the discussion by saying he was the eldest, the smartest, the strongest, and -probably the most valid argument in Loki’s eyes- that he owned the apartment they lived in. So, they had gotten a kitten. Not that Loki really minded.

The front door opened, and he didn’t even have to look up to know who had just stomped in. “Brother!” Loki could positively hear the joy in his brother’s voice. Whatever was putting him in this good a mood, he didn’t want to know. “I see you’ve grown quite fond of Egil here.” Loki scoffed, not lifting his eyes from the pages, not stopping his fingers from stroking the cat’s pelt. “Don’t get your hopes up brother, I still call him Garbage.” Thor huffed, which immediately ignited a smirk on the younger man’s face. He took immense pleasure in calling the cat horribly offending names -well, offending to Thor, at least. The kitten probably didn’t care at all what name he was given, as long as he was being fed and pet.

“Stop saying nonsense and come help me.”

“Help you with what?”

“If you’d look up from that goddamned book, you’d know!”

Loki looked up, slightly alarmed by the angry tone Thor was using. He didn’t want to get bashed over the head with his book. His eyes went from his brother to what he was holding, and his mouth fell open, a childish gleam lighting itself deep in his eyes. “A Christmas tree!” He bounded up to it, his book falling forgotten on the floor and Egil scrambling to stop from hitting the ground face-first. The tree almost touched the ceiling, its big branches all but hiding Thor’s imposing bulk. A full-blown grin illuminated Loki’s face as he tilted his head to the side. “I call dibs on the star!” Thor shook his head and laughed. “Okay, fine, but I call dibs on helping you reach the top.” Loki could already imagine his warm hands around his waist, his strong body behind him, lifting him high up to help him put the golden star on the highest branch. He gulped and turned his head to the side, feeling a blush creep up his neck, his ears, his cheeks. I shouldn’t be feeling this. It’s not allowed. “Yeah, sure… brother.”

Thor didn’t seem to hear the change of tone in his brother’s voice, or at least he didn’t show it, choosing instead to set the big tree down in a corner of the living room and head to the kitchen for a well-deserved glass of water. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, Loki ran his slender fingers along his face, exhaling a long sigh. When he opened his eyes, he saw Egil sitting at his feet, big caramel-colored orbs trained on him. “What?” The cat didn’t answer, tilting its head to the side to watch him more intently. Loki scowled and pushed past it to fetch the holiday decorations. He wouldn’t let something as stupid as unwanted flutters in the stomach get in the way of Christmas.

When he got back to the living room, stacks of cardboard boxes in his arms, his jazz music had been replaced by a Christmas playlist, Mariah Carey singing her heart out at top volume. Thor was sitting on the couch, his Christmas sweater sporting an exceedingly ridiculous Rudolph, a photo album open in his lap. Loki set the boxes down and sat cross-legged next to his brother, peeking at the pictures he was looking at. They were memories of when they were kids, outdoor picnics and birthday parties and family reunions, camping nights and barbecue dinners and bonfire evenings, northern lights and snow, fishing at the lake in summer. The raw beauty of Norway, pure and whole in those precious moments filled with happiness. “Do you miss it? Norway, I mean? The life we had?”, Loki asked, voice soft. He could see the nostalgia flooding his brother’s eyes, and even though he thought himself selfish, he hated seeing him that way. Thor was his big brother, the strongest of the two, the one who was supposed to protect him, keep him safe, watch out for him, and be there for him, through thick and thin. Seeing him sad or feeling down just didn’t sit well with Loki. It just wasn’t Thor.

“Nah, I don’t… miss it, not to that extent. I just… Sometimes, I just wish we could go back to how things were back then”, he answered, fingers delicately stroking a picture where he and his dad were laughing like mad. Back when I had a family, back when I trusted you, back when we knew how to feel around each other, back when everything was simple. He didn’t say it, but Loki knew him well enough to be able to read his sky-blue eyes. Loki frowned. “It’s ok to miss your family, you know.”

“It’s your family, too.”

“Sure.” Loki turned his gaze to his lap and started picking threads in the couch. He had always felt like an outsider, a stranger to this family, even when he hadn’t known he’d been adopted. “I just don’t miss them the same, I guess. I don’t know. Oh, enough with that already! Let’s get that Christmas tree all glammed up!”, he exclaimed, jumping up and slamming the album closed, setting it aside, not even bothering with Thor’s weirded out glance. He started picking out glittery tinsels and shining baubles, scowling at Egil who was desperately trying to catch the hanging end of a decoration. Thor shook his head, laughing, and got up to help him. “Did you get your taste in sparkly decorations from En?” Thor teased. Loki blushed, his scowl deepening. He hated the mention of his ex and their disastrous excuse for a relationship, but he hated it even more when he saw how gleeful it made Thor to tease him about it. He grumbled something under his breath. His brother came closer, leaning towards him, his head tilted to the side in the most ridiculous impersonation of innocence Loki had ever seen. “I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t hear you.” The blonde man’s grin became so obnoxious that Loki got the irresistible urge to wipe it off his face, and the only solution that somehow came to his mind was to kiss him.

Right there.

Right then.

And it was unexpected, and it was violent, and it was blissfully sweet and terribly lustful. It was something they both craved from the deepest pits of their beings, something their very cores vibrated to, something their hearts sang to. Thor’s arms wrapped around the younger’s waist, pulling him closer. Loki’s fingers slithered up his brother’s neck, latching onto the short blonde hair, nails digging into the soft skin of his scalp as he deepened the kiss. They were eager, hungry animals that hadn’t been fed for years.

Loki broke the contact, gasping for air, eyes wide and heart thrumming in its bone cage. What had he been thinking? What had he done? He tried pushing away, panic clear in his blue-green eyes, but Thor was too quick. He slammed him into the wall, hands coming under Loki’s thighs to lift him up and set him on his hips, pinning him between the wall and his own, strong body. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, his hot breath fanning his younger brother’s face.

“But -”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Loki. Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this what you were aiming for?” The truth was, he hadn’t calculated his move. For once, he had acted solely on impulse, obeying his needs, his desires, his wants, even though he had made sure they were hidden deep inside. Even though he thought he had made sure they would never take the pace on his conscious behavior. “Is this what you want, too?”

“It’s what I’ve been craving, for years,” Thor said, voice rough and deep and filled with longing. Loki shivered and felt his veins ignite with the fire of desire, driving him mad with want despite the fear twisting his stomach. His brother bent down and traced his neck with kisses, coaxing a soft moan out of Loki’s throat. Thor’s voice rumbled through his rib cage, strong, clear, commanding. “My room.”

Breathless, Loki nodded. “Yeah sure, let’s do that.”

Christmas morning

Waking up next to Thor was probably the best gift Loki could have asked for. Cold winter sunlight was streaming through the curtains, outlining the golden crown of hair on his head, the defined muscles of his arms, the white sheets carelessly wrapped around his lower half. Loki stretched out a hand and softly caressed his cheek. He almost jumped out of his skin when Thor grabbed his wrist and kept his hand close to his face, not seeming to want to let go anytime soon. Without opening his eyes, he asked: “Awake already, princess?” Loki rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I know you rolled your eyes.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious. But I mean, princess, really? What am I, the god of sparkles?”

“You could be,” Thor replied, stretching, and then reaching for his brother, spooning him, engulfing him in his warm embrace. Loki had never felt so good.

“Right, because everyone knows I embody the rainbow-and-glitter spirit of unicorns.”

“Make that ‘sarcastic princess’ then.”

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“I know.” He could feel him grinning.

“Get back home safe, Peter. Tony, please watch out for him. Thanks. Merry Christmas everyone!” The last member of their friend-become-family group left the apartment, and Thor let the door fall closed with a sigh. Leaning on the wood, he directed a grin towards his brother. “Finally. Some alone time.”

Loki rolled his eyes, a small smile playing on the edges of his lips. “As if we didn’t already spend enough time together, huh?” Thor shrugged, a bashful smile on his face. “I guess all this is so new… I want to make the most of it.” He stepped closer and wrapped the younger in his arms. “Oh, would you look at that?”, he said, pointing upwards, above their heads, lips stretching into a grin. His blue eyes were twinkling with mirth, not leaving his brother’s face for even a second. Loki raised his gaze to the ceiling, lowering it back to Thor to better raise his right eyebrow at him. “A mistletoe, brother? Really? I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.” The blonde man scoffed. “Oh please. I know you love it.” Loki wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like romantic sappy shit, no.”

Thor rolled his eyes and swooped down to steal a kiss from his brother’s lips. “Course not.” A grin inched up his mouth, mirroring Loki’s smirk. The younger one shook his head and gripped Thor’s neck, coming up for a long, sweet kiss.

It really is the most wonderful time of the year, isn’t it?

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[TASK 054: THE ANISHINAABE]

Shout out to @olivaraofrph​ for inspiring and helping compile this task! There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 100+ Anishinaabe faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. While often used as synonymous to 'Ojibwe', 'Anishinaabe' refers to six culturally and linguistically similar Native American/Canadian tribes: the Ojibwe, Ottawa, Potawatomi, Chippewa Cree, Mississauga, and Algonquin. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite Anishinaabe faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by a Anishinaabe artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on Anishinaabe culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Note: If you’re using this masterlist for casting purposes please do further research before casting any of the following because some pages only listed their nationalities!

Ladies:

LuAnn de Lesseps (52) French-Canadian, Mi’kmaq/Algonquin (unconfirmed)  - television personality, model, author, and singer.

Annie Galipeau (born 1979) Algonquin - actress.

Jennifer Podemski (43) Saulteaux, Ojibwe, Israeli, and Polish - actress.

Cheyenne King (41) Ojibwe - actress.

Dana Jeffrey (?) ¼ Ojibwe, ¼ Thai, unknown amounts of Afro Guyanese, Indo Guyanese, and Mexican with distant English - actress.

Tamara Podemski (39) Saulteaux, Ojibwe, Israeli, and Polish - actress.

Sarah Podemski (36) Saulteaux, Ojibwe, Israeli, and Polish - actress.

Inez Jasper (36) Sto:lo, Ojibwe, and Metis - singer-songwriter.

Sandra Hinojosa (33) Ojibwe, Potawatomi, Ottawa, and Mexican - actress.

Cara Gee (33) Ojibwe - actress.

Amberae Wood (32) Chippewa Cree - model.

Young Kidd (28) Ojibwe and Jamaican - rapper.

Brook Power (27) Ojibwe and Unspecified Other - model.

Mariah Watchman (26) Umatilla, Modoc, Mandan, and Ojibwe - model.

Erica Moore (24) Otoe, Osage, Missouria, Pawnee, Sauk, Meskwaki, and Potawatomi - model. Also known as Erica Pretty Eagle and Erica Pretty Eagle Moore.

Eugenie Bouchard (23) French-Canadian, some Irish, distant Scottish and English, 1/128th Algonquin - tennis player.

Madisyn Wright (22) Seminole, Black/Afro Seminole, Ojibwa, English, Irish and Scottish - actress.

Genevieve Fisher (21) Ojibwe and Italian - singer.

Crystal Shawanda (born 1983) Ojibwe - singer-songwriter.

Thirza Defoe (born 1982) Oneida and Ojibwe - actress and performing artist.

Tara Gill (born 1990) Algonquin and Mohawk - model.

Rachel Seenie (?) Ojibwe - actress.

Jenny Marlowe (?) Algonquin - actress.

Loma Lyns (?) Ojibwe - singer-songwriter and tv personality.

Nitanis “Kit” Landry (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Stacey Thunder (?) Ojibwe, French, English, and German - actress and tv host.

Jaisey Bates (?) Algonquin and Huron - actress.

Bonnie Couchie (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Leanne Betasamosake Simpson (?) Mississauga - musician.

Jamie Everett (?) Ojibwe - model.

Chelsey June (?) Metis of Algonquin descent - singer-songwriter.

Rachelle White Wind (?) Ojibwe/Cree - actress.

Morningstar Angeline (?) Navajo, Blackfoot, Chippewa Cree, and Unspecified European - actress.

Michelle Latimer (?) Algonquin and Metis - actress and director.

Madeline Terbasket (?) Syilx, Ho-Chunk, and Ojibwe - actress.

Tracy Bone (?) Ojibwe - singer.

Lisa Cromarty (?) Chippewa Cree - actress.

Savanna Thunder (?) Ojibwe - actress.

Lisa Marie Naponse (?) Ojibwe - singer-songwriter.

Annie Humphrey (?) Ojibwe - singer-songwriter.

Riva [Farrell-Racette] (?) Algonquin - singer-songwriter.

Elaine Bomberry (?) Cayuga and Ojibwe - singer and film/tv producer.

Lena Recollet (?) Ojibwe - actress and singer.

Ali Fontaine (?) Ojibwe - singer-songwriter.

Mary Spencer (32) Ojibwe - boxer and covergirl model.

Binaeshee Quae (?) Ojibwe - singer-songwriter.

Lynda Wink (?) Metis of Ojibwe, Cree, French, Irish, and Scottish descent - musician.

Sandy Poitra (?) Metis of Ojibwe, Cree, French, Irish, and Scottish descent - musician.

Tara Williamson (?) Chippewa Cree - musician.

Male:

Randolph Mantooth (71) Seminole, Cherokee, Potawatomi, Scottish, and German - actor.

Kevin Locke (born 1954) Hunkpapa Lakota Sioux and Ojibwe - musician.

Eric Schweig (50) Inuit and Ojibwe - actor.

Tristan Thunderbolt (born 1980) Mississauga - actor and performing artist. Also Deaf!

Jason Behr (43) Around 75% Ojibwe, with the remaining around 25% composing of Mexican, Italian, and German - actor.

Wesley French (38) Ojibwe - actor.

Mic Jordan (33) Ojibwe - rapper.

Chase Manhattan (28) Oglala Lakota Sioux, Ojibwe, and Muskogee - rapper.

Brian Firkus/Trixie Mattel (27) Ojibwe and Unspecified Other - drag queen, singer, and actor.

Tall Paul (26) Ojibwe - rapper.

Cody Coyote (25) Ojibwe and Irish - rapper.

David Treur (born 1970) Ojibwe and Austrian Jewish - author.

Deejay NDN (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Dyami Thomas (?) Klamath / Ojibwe - actor and model.

Emcee One (?) Potawatomi, Osage, Lenape, and Puerto Rican - musician.

Gregory 'Dominic' Odjig (?) Ottawa - actor.

Meegwun Fairbrother (?) Ojibwe and Scottish - actor.

Will Rayne Strongheart (?) Ojibwe and Lakota Sioux - actor, model, and rapper.

D Thought (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Plex (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Anthony Wakeman (?) Potawatomi and Oglala Lakota Sioux - musician.

Jimbob Marsden (?) Mississauga - musician.

Marcus Denny (?) Menominee, Potawatomi, and Oneida - musician.

Billy Joe Green (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Robbin Ranger (?) Ojibwe - singer-songwriter.

Poz Lyrix (?) Ojibwe and Lakota Sioux - rapper.

Q Rock (?) Ojibwe - rapper.

DJ RawSkillz (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Young Jibwe (?) Ojibwe - rapper.

Luke Sharp (?) Ojibwe - rapper.

Vince Fontaine (?) Ojibwe - guitarist and songwriter.

Stone Mathers (?) Oneida and Ojibwe - musician.

Delno Ebie (?) Cherokee, Lenape, Ojibwe, Sicilian, Scottish, Irish, and Welsh - actor.

Dom Lafontaine (?) Algonquin - singer-songwriter.

DJ Kakekaze (?) Chippewa Cree - musician.

Classic Roots (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Jake Chegahno (?) Ojibwe - singer-songwriter.

Mark LaForme (?) Mississauga and Don’t know their exact tribe but he’s from the Six Nations Reserve so they’re one of the 6 of the Iroquois - musician.

Doug Bedard (?) Ojibwe - actor.

Pete DePoe (?) Northern Cheyenne, Arapaho, Ojibwe, Siletz, Tututni, Don’t don’t know their tribe but one of the 6 of the Iroquois, French, and German - musician.

Ryan McMahon (?) Ojibwe and Metis - comedian and actor.

Migizi Pensoneau (?) Ojibwe and Ponca - member of comedy group, the 1491s.

Eddie “King” Johnson (?) Metis of Ojibwe, Cree, French, Irish, and Scottish descent - musician.

Boogey The Beat (?) Ojibwe - rapper.

Sean Conway (?) Mississauga - singer-songwriter.

Leonard Sumner (?) Ojibwe - musician.

Nadjiwan (?) Ojibwe and Finnish - musician.

NB:

Jade Willoughby (27) Two Spirit - Ojibwe and Jamaican - model.

Ziibiwan (?) Two Spirit - Ojibwe - musician.

Melody McKiver (?) Two Spirit - Ojibwe, Scottish, and Lithuanian - musician.

Grey Gritt (?) Genderqueer - Ojibwe and Metis - musician.

Raven Davis (born 1975) Two Spirit - Ojibwe, Scottish, and Irish - artist.

Gloria May Eshkibok (?) Two Spirit - Mohawk, Ottawa, French, and Irish - actor.

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The Defenders Easter Eggs and Comic Book References

Even though I’m not writing too many Easter Egg articles anymore, I can’t help but notice them when I watch comic book movies and shows, so I took a few notes when I binged The Defenders, and I figured I’d go ahead and write them up for anyone who is interested.

Disclaimer: There’s no way I found everything as I wasn’t actively looking for them this time around.

Also, spoilers if you haven’t yet watched the show!

S1E1 The H Word

Those colors. If you’ve been paying attention, you know that each of the Defenders’ previous shows have their own distinct color palettes - inspired by their comics. The series had to merge those colors together, but the credits and the introduction of each character still sticks to the red (Daredevil), purple (Jessica Jones), yellow (Luke Cage) and green (Iron Fist) or before.

Danny’s dream. His dream is prophetic, but that’s not what I mean. The robes worn by the monks in his dream are the closest the show has come to comic book accurate costumes from the Iron Fist stories.

New Harlem Renaissance. Mariah and Shades might not show up in the flesh, but the signs from their time in Harlem are all over the streets. You can catch them in the background.

S1E2 Mean Right Hook

The Incident. Everyone probably knows this references the Battle of New York in the Avengers by now since it’s been used in pretty much every Netflix series.

“I thought she’d be bigger.” Said about Jessica Jones, I’d like to think this is a nod to all the comic book fans who didn’t think Krysten Ritter could take on the role. Now, she’s the most popular of the MCU heroes.

85, 69, 41, 35, 24. All of the years that “Alexandra” became someone new and sold her business correspond to significant years in history. You have the US sending men to the moon in 1969, the bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941, etc.

Foggy’s outsourcing. At first glance, this seems like he’s just throwing Matt a bone, but in reality, this is something real law firms do when they’re bogged down with cases - they throw the ones that won’t make them a ton of money to other lawyers. So, a real life Easter egg for you.

Matt as Jessica’s lawyer. Matt Murdock frequently defends superheroes in the comics, so, in addition to him being the only one of the Defenders who is a lawyer, and needing him to make a connection to Jessica, this is likely a nod to that. The only other lawyer who has likely defended more heroes than him in the comics is She-Hulk.

S1E3 Worst Behavior

Elektra’s resurrection outfit. Though a lot of her outfits have drawn inspiration from the comics, the red wrapped and ribboned look she has when she’s resurrected by “the substance” is the closest you’ll get to her most famous comic book outfit.

Elektra’s weapons. In addition to the lingering looks she gives the sais here (foreshadowing that, not only does she remember something, but that those sais will be the sign that she’s not in the Hand’s control), Elektra ultimately picks a weapon that requires two hands instead of a simple sword or knife. Why? Because in the comics she believes that every part of her body is a weapon (she’s even used a broken tooth to choke someone) and no movement should be wasted. It makes sense that she’d want a weapon in each hand.

Stick cutting off his own hand. Marvel has a habit of giving an homage to Luke losing his hand in the Star Wars saga. Coulson’s lost one, Loki has (fake) lost one, robots have had hands cut off, etc.

Stan Lee cameo. He’s got a cameo in the same vein as all the other Netflix shows. You can spot him on a poster in the background of a shot. In the Netflix corner of the MCU, he’s apparently a retired cop.

Duncan and Dotter. It’s entirely possible that this is a coincidence, but the name Duncan sparked my memory, so I tried to find a Marvel connection. Tim Duncan named his daughter (dotter) after a Guardians of the Galaxy character back in March., so this could be a shout out, but more than likely, it’s just a funny coincidence.

Look, a hallway fight! It’s not a Marvel Netflix show until someone gets knocked out in a hallway fight.

S1E4 Royal Dragon

The symbolic dragon. Remember that color palette? The restaurant’s dragon symbol is the first time all of the colors actually come together to create something new, providing a nod to the fact that this restaurant is where the Defenders will actually form.

The Venus painting. One of the paintings in Alexandra’s office/home is of Venus rising from the foam of the sea, just like her birth in myth. It’s a nice nod to the resurrection of Elektra.

The fingers. While the fingers don’t really exist in the comics in the same way they do in the show, it is still a nod to comic terminology. Colleen Wing actually came from a line of women who were part of the Nail, an offshoot of the Hand that was entirely female.

“I’m not looking for super friends.” Probably just a coincidence here too, but who hears the words super friends and doesn’t think of the DC cartoon?

S1E5 Take Shelter

Travel by sewer. Heroes escaping into the sewers with an older and mysterious mentor? Complete with the bad guys entering the alley just as the covering settles into place? That’s a nod to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles if I ever saw one. Which is doubly cute because TMNT, the original comic, was written to satire Daredevil. That’s why the turtles are ninjas that battle the Foot.

S1E6 Ashes, Ashes

Matt roughs up people late on rent. It’s a joke from Matt, but in the comics, it’s actually something his father did to make money. Battlin Jack worked for the Fixer when his fighting career went down the drain and he was drenched in alcoholism. In addition to fixing fights and acting as a bookie, the Fixer also collected a protection fee from locals.

Matt “forgetting” the hole at Midland Circle. The crack about him not mentioning the giant hole, and his quip that he forgot about it, seem like a nice nod to critics from the writers since critics labeled it the literal plot hole at the center of Daredevil.

Greenwood Cemetery. The place where Elektra was buried is where the Punisher was arrested during Daredevil season two, if I’m not mistaken.

S1E7 Fish in the Jailhouse

Foggy bringing Matt the suit. It’s a nice nod to the many times Foggy has had to bail Matt out of trouble in the comics, sometimes by pretending to be Daredevil himself, sometimes by being Matt’s eyes when his radar sense was damaged.

Cut the head off the snake. And two more take its place? No? Cutting off heads being referenced in a Marvel movie or TV show is always going to be a callback to Hydra, even if it’s not intentional.

S1E8 The Defenders

Madame Gao’s fighting stance. She takes on the crane pose before fighting, which is either just an aesthetic choice, or a nod to the fan theory that she represents the show’s version of the Crane Mother from the comics.

Misty loses her arm. In the comics, Iron Man provides her with a bionic one, so maybe it’ll be Danny’s company who does the honors. (I’m going to take Colleen being the one by her bedside as a nod to Daughters of the Dragon being on the way too.)

The names on Misty’s medical chart. L Carter, E Wirtham, and Tony Isabella are all visible on her chart. Linda Carter was the original Night Nurse, who Claire Temple seems to have become for the show. Elias Wirtham is the comic book villain Cardiac, a guy with tragic backstory who experiments on himself. Tony Isabella is a Marvel writer.

Iron Fist taking on Daredevil’s role. He strikes a pose on top of a building to protect the city, sure, but he’s also actually impersonated Daredevil in the comics in order to draw villains out in the past.

“Maybe we’ll grab a coffee sometime or something.” Jessica says this offhand to Luke, and Jessica-Luke shippers have a little hope. Getting coffee has become code for a hookup, so maybe there��s hope for these to comic book kids to get together yet. (Though Luke and Claire are great together too!)

“Get Maggie. Tell her he’s awake.” Maggie would likely be Sister Maggie, a nun who nurses Matt back to health a few times in the comics, and is later revealed to be the mother that abandoned him and his father when he was a baby! We’ll likely see the threads of that continue in Daredevil season three, but you can check out the Born Again comic book arc if you want hints.

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Trigger warning for vague mentions of suggested body horror. Approx. 1150 words.

The cobwebs resembled a man’s face. Frankie considered this, and then considered it again. Ophelia had done an excellent job with the weaving, but her realism was -- unnerving, in a sense. They weren’t trying to make an unnerving display, but there wasn’t exactly anything wrong it it either, and handmade decorum always earned extra points when it came to judgment day.

Frankie, like all of Maple Lane, took their Halloween decorations very seriously. 

Dismembered heads on loan from a few shamblers renting out rooms, swung from rafters and eaves, chattering in the wind. They topic had turned to The cauldron had kindly turned Frankie’s chili into a nauseating green without sacrificing the taste much, but Magic always had a distinct lemony tang to it that couldn’t be avoided. And Sheila was somehow still sticking together,. Popsicle sticks, hot glue, buttons, and thread all came together to form a grotesque shadow puppet that kept anyone from getting too bold about peeking through the windows. 

And that was only the inside. Ophelia was the one in charge of the porch.

They raised a hand, causing the lights to flicker, summoning her out from under the porch stairs. She scuttled up a wooden support beam and leapt onto Frankie’s shoulder, tapping out a few words in morse code. How’s it looking?

Frankie grinned a gap-toothed grin and gestured over their face to sign the word beautiful. That orange ribbon was going to be theirs.

Mariah had won last year, thanks to her impressive jack-o-lantern display. The year before, Joaquin had removed his head and put it on the candy plate offered out to trick or treaters. The faulty wiring in his flickering lights didn’t hurt either. And Vasily, damn him, had spent three years at the top of the list with his authentic, blood-stained organ from his great great grandfather’s estate back in Europe to go along with his vampire theme. His great uncle, of course, still haunted it, making the most bone-chilling music on the street.

Frankie, one of the few here still in university, had been forced to focus on their thesis for two years, and then present it to the Board of Sorcerers just last year. Hexes of good fortune was a largely unexplored vein of malicious magicks, and they intended to continue a few university-funded experiments. But that was next year. This year, it was just archaic mathematics, reanimation, and a repeat of their favorite creative blighting elective.

With a distinctive wave of Frankie’s hand, the crabgrass sprouted up again, despite Old Milos’s bleats of disgust. He had just finished chewing it down to a proper and orderly height, and now Frankie was out here again, what with their aesthetics and holidays and Howling Ween. They missed September, with its high holy days, where Frankie let him be for a good week, tending to things while they went to celebrate the new year.

Ophelia informed Frankie of Milos’ disgust with a few taps on their shoulder. Frankie grinned again, their shoulders shaking in a soundless laugh, and sent a puff of light out to call the old goat over and offer a consolatory apple.

Milos did not accept. At first. It’s hard for a goat not to take food when freely given.

Will you leave my front lawn alone until November? Frankie signed.

The goat ruminated on the answer. He then took his apple and his leave of Frankie and trotted off to terrorize Mariah’s poor flytraps instead.

Should I maybe turn him back?

Ophelia declined to answer. He had, after all, tried to swat at her with a broom once, thinking the oversized spider was less than one of the loveliest familiars to occupy Maple Lane. She’d only been moon-bathing and grooming her forelegs. Was that really enough to warrant such a brutal attack?

Maybe.

Make it talk, Ophelia insisted insisted, her attention back on the cobweb face. She skittered down Frankie’s arm and onto their hand, tapping excitedly but meaninglessly. Get a move on, she meant. I want to see it talk. She didn’t need words for that.

Frankie shook their head, amused, and put her back on their shoulder to have a full range of movement. They brought their hands in close, weaving magic between their fingers like Ophelia wove her web. Once it was strong enough, they held their hands up, fingers spread, indexes and thumbs touching to make a diamond. Like a bubble, the magic drifted through the diamond and floated through the air. It was slow-moving, iridescent in the flickering porch lights, and popped on the web in a golden shimmer of dust. It sank into the spidersilk. The glow faded slowly, and it seemed almost normal once again. 

They waited. Ophelia rubbed her hands together while Frankie clenched and unclenched their fists. As excellent as a necromancer as they were, Ophelia’s spidersilk was far harder to bring to life than any corpse ever would be.

Most magicians, pre-schooling, assumed animation and reanimation were similar practises, but they couldn’t be more wrong, as Frankie was loath to find out. Where they excelled in bringing the dead back to life, making something move that was never alive to begin with required an entirely different skill set. An acrylic painter didn’t suddenly start using oils, after all, nor would a football player suddenly know how to play rugby.

Frankie preferred playing cards.

All was still, for another thirty seconds. Then the cobwebs sneezed. 

A cloud of dust covered Frankie, who coughed while the face gained it’s semi-sentience. It scrunched up its eyes before opening them, revealing two glowing pupils that rolled and roved independently until finally focussing forward.

The mouth moved. Ophelia tapped out its words as it spoke: Who dares come near? Pass if you like, if you dare not fear.

It sounds like Aunt Jewel, she added, once the face went silent again. 

Frankie groaned. A rhyming decoration was cute, but it wasn’t what they had intended. Had they mixed up a stitch here, or wove the magic around a finger too often? Performer and poet were similar enough that it’s possible they’d done something wrong. Still -- it was alive. And moving. They whooped, shooting a fist in the air, and pulled Ophelia off their shoulder to kiss the top of her fuzzy head.

She danced on their hand.

Vasily and his dead organ-playing uncle could never have something like this. 

Frankie recorded a quick video of the babbling cobwebs to send to their family back home. Allegedly, everyone would be getting an exciting sonnet about spines and rib cages. Lovely.

Ophelia gestured towards the left. Mariah had come out of her house, most likely to spy on Frankie’s newest decoration, and no doubt was shouting expletives towards Old Milos by now.

Frankie was still too busy celebrating their animation victory to care.

Prompt #10822

“The cobwebs resembled a man’s face.”