#(Sally was sick so don't mind her)

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Swarla Kisses Rated [x]

1. "Don't get dressed." (22nd November 2024)

The loud noise that occurred at the moment this kiss aired was the sound of an entire population's proverbial panties dropping. Has there ever been a hotter line spoken? This is the power-necking the soap community taught us about. Swarla started off SO strong it's frankly terrifying. 14/10 Carla knew what she wanted.

2. "Have you?" (29th November 2024)

When the most confident dyke on the cobbles asks you if you've changed your mind about your feelings for her, you are required by law to stubbornly keep your hand on your hip. Even if she pushes your hair back from your face as delicately as humanly possible??? If Lisa Swain ever looked at me like that I would burst into flames. 11/10

3. "Is that better?" (16th December 2024)

We reached the domesticity era of their love in 0.2 seconds flat and I for one am not upset about it. The way Carla nuzzles in? The tilt of Lisa's head? The repetition? I was not expecting more kisses so soon in their story. The only way this could've gotten better is if they'd eaten each other's faces after this had been a clearer angle. 7/10 Carla Connor saying, “I want you.” plays on loop in my head at all times.

4. "Mmm... truffley." (20th December 2024)

The prolonged eye contact???? The dazed look on Lisa's face immediately after?? The fucking giggles???? The sheer power Carla Connor has and wields for good (ie. my own entertainment). Coronation Street said y'all deserve this. 10/10 Carla can hand feed me any day of the week.

5. "See you later." (20th December 2024)

Have you ever seen anyone look so peaceful about a decision before? Carla Connor said, "Today's the day I kiss my girlfriend in the street." I know y'all were waiting for that Live Sally Reaction and it did not disappoint. I hope they kiss each other goodbye constantly forever. 6/10 The way she analyzed Lisa's entire face before leaning forward made me scream both internally and externally.

6. New Year's Countdown (31st December 2024)

If you thought I wouldn't lose my mind over the image of them off in a corner of the pub in their own little world, you were wrong. I need to know if this was a scripting choice, an acting choice, or an editing choice for reasons. I'm never going to get sick of the way Lisa pulls Carla closer by the shoulders (almost) every time they kiss. Lisa closing her eyes like that makes my heart stop beating. 8/10

7. "Ooh, your lip!" (31st December 2024)

You ever just get aggressively snogged by a woman who's falling in love with you (while your lip is busted open from fighting bad guys)? Superheroes really don't get days off but they do get the girl. I miss the power-necking (literally a month ago?!?), but this was still so cute. 9/10 for the sheer fact that Carla needed a New Year's like this considering she dies like 12 hours later.

8. "Won't take that long." (31st December 2024)

Carla Connor isn't the only one who nearly fainted shortly after this kiss. Lisa said let me flutter my drunk eyelashes at you. The way Carla opened her mouth?? The breathy, "Shall we go to bed?" from Lisa??? The fucking forehead lean???? I am too goddamn gay for this to be on my screen. How did we get a month into this relationship and already reach 8 kiss scenes? 10/10 thanks Coronation Street for the gay rights.

9. "Please don't leave me here." (1st January 2025)

The fact that Lisa could walk away from Carla in this moment is frankly mind-blowing; her face is the same colour as Betsy's shirt. Lisa, woman, OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES. Someone said Carla looks like she died 3 hours ago and they're not wrong. 3/10 because I'm a sucker for the domestic nature of this but also I want to punch everyone in the face for not protecting our sick baby. Gold star for the Corrie makeup department and their highlighter collection.

10. "Are we okay?" (8th January 2025)

Lisa Swain's affectionate eye roll immediately after Bobby interrupted them is like 1/1000th of how we all really felt. She lingered on this kiss for so long. The hand coming up to cup Carla's head? The forehead lean again? Carla's little smile when she realized what was about to happen? Give these ladies a room that isn't in hospital or full of their children. 9/10 we're watching f/f hurt/comfort fanfiction live on ITV.

11. Comforting Hand (9th January 2025)

We're deep in the trenches of this hurt/comfort storyline now, kids. I hope Lisa plans on sitting vigil at Carla's bedside for the rest of their damn lives (yes I'm wearing my clown makeup while I watch this soap). 4/10 because my self-deprecating baby pulled away from the love and support she deserves.

12. Good Luck (13th January 2025)

As far as kisses go, this barely passes the test, but THEY ARE FAMILY. Carla, proper bricking it. Betsy, also bricking it. Good thing Lisa Swain swooped in to wish her wife girlfriend good luck with the most vanilla cheek peck known to man. Someone get them a room and a dialysis machine whirring to drown out all their kids, stat! 5/10 cause I respect the domesticity.

13. "We'll make it happen either way." (17th January 2025)

At the precise moment that Carla Connor's head settled in against Lisa Swain's shoulder and her eyes closed and she smiled that little smile while Lisa declared them a 'we', my heart officially stopped beating and I passed away. Rating this soft head kiss an 8/10 from the grave because (whatever entity you believe is on the other side) agreed with me: that's the Connor-Swain family!

14. "I'm not scared. I'm not." (20th January 2025)

Carla Connor is absolutely not scared. And she absolutely did not inch forward slightly so that Lisa could be the one to decide to hold her and make her feel safe. Absolutely none of that happened. I'm going to forever be soft about all these forehead kisses and collapsing-into-each-other hugs. Rating this a 9/10 for the utter loving, vulnerability of it all. Now, go make sweet love about it!

15. "Ugh, in my dreams." (5th February 2025)

DOMESTICITY ERA IS A GO. They greet each other with kisses, y'all. We're really in it now... we've made it! Coronation Street said have all the vanilla lip pecks you desire, cause they live together. 7/10 Because all I'm really thinking about is them staying up all night in the glow of the dialysis machine making sweet love.

16. "...the best possible future I could imagine." (5th February 2025)

Lisa Swain: Certified Softy said I'm gonna stick by you so hard, Carla Connor. Through sickness and in lunch break. I'm obsessed with how committed she gets to these hand and forehead kisses; how long she hovers on the moment, making eye contact, making sure Carla knows what she means. 8/10 This is what love looks like.

17. "Just introducing myself." (10th February 2025)

Listen, I know y'all went feral for this show of dominance kiss (and it was really such a dyke power move), but this had literally nothing to do with Carla and everything to do with Lisa and Rob's dick-measuring contest. Carla didn't even close her eyes. Do we know if she consents to public displays of affection in front of her estranged, murdering little brother and his prison guard? Grab your pitchforks cause I'm giving this a 2/10

18. "...I want him fit enough for the transplant." (10th February 2025)

Lisa really said, "I know who your brother is now, but I'm still soft for you," and we respect her for that. Even if Carla in this moment thinks she literally doesn't care. Can you hear the cogs turning in her head, Carla? Let a woman scheme. Rating this a 5/10 cause she's got a Carla-shaped space in her arms and I'm mush about it even when they're too focused on kidney transplants to kiss sloppy-style.

19. "Oh, I love you. Thank you." (12th February 2025)

A barely audible "I love you"?!?!?! I nearly didn't believe it myself. But if anything warrants such a declaration, it's Lisa running Carla a bath. This whole scene was so domestic and life-partner-coded that I could implode just thinking about it. 7/10 cause there's hands and whispering and that's like gay kryptonite.

20. "You're gonna be here when I get back..." (14th February 2025)

The arm grab. The reciprocal I love yous. The fact that they're STARING INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES AS THEY KISS. Listen, I am a weak woman and this kiss nearly took me out. Not that unlike how Mandy took Carla out of the hospital like 24 hours later. 8/10 cause I'm about ready to propose on their behalves.

21. "You tryna get away without a little kissy?" (12th March 2025)

Carla Connor certified fucking loser when it comes to Lisa Swain. Honestly, she could've said anything and that's really what she chose. But then she yanked Lisa to her by the neck and hummed through the entire thing and I very momentarily stopped dreaming about the day they'll kiss like it's November 2024 again. 8/10

[crushedsweets]

Do they do any killing or no

SORTA! some do, some don't, some did completely out of their own control, etc.

in short: Clocky, Toby, Tim, Brian, Kate, Jeff, BEN, Jack, Dina, Lazari and Ann have killed people. Nina, Liu, Jane, Lulu, and Sally have never killed anyone.

so the biggest thing in my AU is that The Operator will infect people, making them incredibly violent+almost zombie-like to spread his own disease, because the further his sickness spreads, the farther he can go from the forest.

So, characters like Clockwork, Toby, Tim, Brian, Kate, and Jeff were all once infected by The Operator. They have all killed several people. When Slenderman got ahold of them (thus making their bodies/minds impermeable to The Operator), they no longer had this insane bloodlust. Clockwork entirely denounced murder and violence from her life. Tim and Brian do everything they can to keep their hands clean, but they have had to kill some people since they were 'saved' by Slenderman.

However, Jeff, Toby, and Kate still remained pretty violent. Jeff's bloodlust remained, Toby's desire for power/to appease Slenderman remained, Kate's disregard for human life remained. Jeff would do huge violent displays out of pure sadism. Toby's quick to be like "We could just kill them" when the proxies are dealing with a troubling person. Kate kills out of paranoia (if i get them, they cant get me) and because she thinks its easier to kill someone than do the stuff Tim and Brian do.

Jack killed people when he was first sacrificed, but he takes victims from others + has a job as a human remains disposer on the dark web (courtesy of BEN.) He does not like to hurt people

Ann used to own a dark web redroom livechat stream. She would torture and kill men on camera for donos. After dying in the forest, she doesnt kill

When BEN was first a ghost, he was a really angry spirit and would drive people to suicide all the time. after connecting with everyone, he slowly went to like... awful cyberbullying/stalking, then basic trolling, and now he doesnt really kill/hurt people. hes just a dick online

Dina tried to kill Lazari when she was still human, but failed. She's killed a couple hikers after becoming a zalgoid, which is why she's such an issue for the proxies - brings too much attention to the forest

Lazari killed Dina. she also killed hikers, but it was in desperate hungry frenzies. she doesn't kill after jack took her in

the rest have never killed and have no reason to! however, nina has disposed of jeffs victims

[thewertsearch]

Ask Comp 9/1

Anonymous asked: has sally been introduced to cursed tavros yet?

[ cursed tavros jumpscare :D ]

Cursed indeed - but mind you, I don't think I could do much better. My handcraft skills are nonexistent!

Anonymous asked: ol tavvy is down with the clown ;o) Anonymous asked: Please, if you will, imagine if when Vriska kissed Tavros, he told her that he was already dating Gamzee.

Heh. I really do think Gamzee x Tavros could have worked out, at least until Gamzee lost his shit. Hell, even if Gamzee did lose his shit, he'd probably still be less of a threat to Tavros than Vriska was.

Anonymous asked: Did you notice Gamzee referenced Earth in his rap? ("6 trillion hemos all up on one rock bleeding as equals") How do you think he learned about it? Some weird pre-game precognition or just his stoned mind being accidentally right?

This isn't necessarily a reference to Earth - but it wouldn't surprise me if it was, because Gamzee's cult seems fully aware of the existence of Earth.

The 'paradise planet' referenced in Gamzee's intro is stated to not exist yet, which is exactly how the narration refereed to Earth in Hivebent's intro. I believe that the 'rowdy minstrels' he's talking about are literally ICP, although he clearly isn't aware of that fact.

@wizardlyghost asked:

A sentiment shared by Eggman, every Space Player, and the villain of Muppets Most Wanted.

Anonymous asked: Now that you've passed where fedorafreak's gray, serviceable hand-held computing device's battery has died, you might appreciate the following short piece of fan art: www tumblr com/vastderp-placeholder/7741061457/savior-of-the-texting-world-rise-up

The fucking implication that the phone is the Player in this scenario is obliterating me.

Also, its God Tier form has wings. Was it a troll all along, or are wings a symbol of divine apotheosis in phone culture, too?

@clueless-rarito asked: Heeey paranatural reference! Hell yeah!

Is anyone else totally stoked to see Eightfold again? I know I am!

Anonymous asked: bilious sick 😭

English's trick made our Bilious sick. :(

Anonymous asked: One of, if not my absolute favorite, quotes/moments in Homestuck is Karkat’s speech to Jade about his failed frog breeding here. Just such a wonderfully tragic moment that stuck with me since the first time I read it.

In a comic chock-full of great lines, that last one might just be the best so far. This was one of the last scenes before Act 5's true finale, and it was an excellent pick.

@drakethedeep asked: One theory I've heard about the Denizen's Choice that tend to headcanon, Is that the choice is to be happy/free or to matter. That much as how God-tiers only grants survival by never having an impact, the denizens have thier playes coose between seeking their happiness and survival, or to struggle to achieve things that while objevtivly monumental, might not be worth the sacrifices needed to achieve it. I like this theory because of how it themes to fit the themes of Sburb.

I really like the space you're playing in, but I'm not so sure if all the Choices we've seen would necessarily fit this interpretation. After all, Davesprite implicitly chose the 'survival' option when he first met Hephaestus, and he's not exactly a happy camper. He didn't end up particularly free, either, since he was almost immediately bound to a Sprite, and later to the Battlefield.

I guess you could say he 'mattered', because he is he reason the Alpha Timeline exists the way it does - but, technically, everyone's actions contribute to the Alpha Timeline being the way it is. I definitely think there's something to this theory.

Anonymous asked: Without the Door to actually enter the universe, all you've done is make a really big frog.

I guess, when you think about it, there's not really anything they can do with their universe without that door. I suppose they could just fly towards their frog and hope for the best, but somehow, I don't think that'll achieve much.

@morganwick asked: Of course, even though he wasn't fooled by Gamzee using Terezi's "voice", Karkat still showed up on the roof anyway. Perhaps he decided he couldn't take the risk that Terezi was actually there and Gamzee might catch her unawares.

Gamzee's been having a lot of fun 'impersonating' Terezi lately. Just like before, I don't think he ever intended to fool Karkat with his transparent ruse - he just wanted to unsettle the guy. It worked.

@morganwick asked: If Typheus is the mailman, does that make him PM's favorite Denizen?

Maybe it makes him the head of her mail service!

We never saw any other mail Carapacians, and I kind of love the idea that they were operating out of a Denizen's Palace the whole time.

@bladekindeyewear asked: You said: "Mind you, I don’t know if it’s necessarily always a good or heroic thing to allow a Sburb Player full agency over their actions, nor is it necessarily a bad thing to restrict them, in certain cases." Oh I'm completely with you there. In fact, you might DEFINE Heroism as denying agency to those who would do ill, in part. This would make both "Heroic" and "Just" deaths result from trying to stamp your own intentions upon reality, halted by others. Neutrality would be ineffectual.

That's certainly part of heroism - but to me, it's not even close to all of it. A firefighter, for example, is heroic in ways which don't involve another person, as their only real 'opponent' is nature itself.

I personally define heroism as the will to do good, in situations where doing good requires bravery. 'Good', of course, is a fairly slippery concept, though, so that definition is just as ambiguous as any other.

Anonymous asked: Doctor Who anon here. Doctor Who has no canon for purely practical reasons. It's so massive - there's the show, but there's also the Big Finish audio dramas, the DW magazine comics, the Radio Times comics, the IDW comics, the Titan comics, the Virgin novels and short stories, the BBC novels and short stories. And no one owns all of it. The BBC don't even own the daleks or K9. And each piece of media will freely contradict others. No one has the right to decide what's canon, so they just don't. It's also because the people running Doctor Who the show have a deep respect for the extended media. In the 90s, it was the non-BBC licensed, fan-led projects which kept DW alive. Russell T. Davies, first showrunner of the modern era, wrote Virgin novels, so did Mark Gatiss. Nick Briggs, modern voice of the daleks, is the head of Big Finish. So they didn't want to decanonise that stuff, but they also don't want to be beholden to it when writing their own stories. So the fanbase tends to operate on tiers of canon. Basically something can be assumed to still be part of the show's continiuity until the show contradicts it. Big Finish would generally be considered the next highest "tier" of canon. The Doctor Who magazine comics probably wouldn't contradict the show, but the show could contradict them any time. The old books and comics are dubious. But that's all just fan categorisation. Officially, nothing has been deemed canon or not. In fact, rather amusingly, the only thing that has been explicitly deemed "canon" by the BBC is the Doctor Who: Battles in Time card game. That's officially canon. Nothing else. Not even the show.

I think I've heard of 'canon tiers' before, in the context of the Star Wars fandom. I think it's a good way to delineate how 'true' a given event is considered to be, especially in a large, complex shared universe - but at the same time, being consciously aware of these tiers might hurt your investment a little.

You'll never be able to escape the fact that your favourite stories or characters are effectively fanfiction, at least from the perspective of higher tiers. They have no influence whatsoever over the more ''real'' part of the story, unless they're promoted its tier some day.

I do like the idea that all the other Doctor Who stories are fanfiction of the card game, though. That's definitely going to be my canon, from now on.

@morganwick asked: Well, back in Act 4 you said that John and Dave would make S-Tier if and when "John [threw] aside his passivity to do something heroic, and…Dave [would] finally drop that poker face and do something sincere", which is why I pegged the suicide mission conversation as when Dave might make the jump.

I think, on reflection, it's almost always a heartwarming event that catapults a character into S-Tier.

In my opinion, that's one of the most impressive feelings that a work of fiction can inspire in you, mostly because it's really hard to get you invested enough for it to hit properly. Homestuck's pulled it off an extremely impressive number of times already, and we're only halfway finished!

Anonymous asked: It is so fucking awesome to see a new reader in the year of our lord 2024 2025 who's actually like. Engaging with the themes of the story. Lotta people just see it for the memes or the "totally random" plot but some of the shit you're reading into what's happening is like. Eerily similar to actual Hussie commentary. Gold star for reading comprehension, you do not piss on the poor Anonymous asked: Your homestuck liveblogs are lovely and insightful and make me remember a lot of details of the comic that have been lost to time. You will comment on something and I'll go "oh huh homestuck was better than I remember it being." Thank you <3 @honestlyvan asked: Truly your liveblog is the best kind of re-experiencing the experience. I'm surprised at how much your thoughts and reads parallel mine, it's kind of fun to see someone else's deductions go along the same routes. I can't wait for you to get to the Truly Horseshit portions of the plot (and I say this lovingly, I think you're in a great position to give us a real raw read on them without having to deal with the various Mega and Gigapauses) Also -- you keep pointing out a shitton of foreshadowing I didn't catch until my second readthrough. I can't wait for you to get to the bits where it applies and be like "son of a bitch", I think where I'm in the reading of your backlog and where you're in the reading of the comic you've passed at least one of those bits already :D @worldweary-walker asked: The liveblog is so cool. It's a lot of fun seeing you put things together, and the posts where you come up with three completely right conclusions and two wrong ones always amaze me. Impressive work!

Thank you so much! I know I say this a lot, but a lot of these sentiments are exactly why I like reading liveblogs myself. I'm just really glad I can do that for others.

I can totally understand why someone would just read Homestuck for the memes. I wouldn't have been nearly as analytical if I'd read it as a schoolgirl, and a lot of the 2010s fandom were even younger than that!

@divineerdrick asked: Now we have multiple explanations for what is wrong with the kid's session. Vriska has made herself responsible for Jack's rise to power, Karkat believes he gave Bilious Slick cancer, and Gamzee created the harlequin doll that would torment John and prompt Jack's rage-fueled act of rebellion. You've already suspected that Doc Scratch probably has multiple plans in play at once, and we can see that here. It seems he insured, through multiple causes, the kid's universe has always been doomed. Gamzee, as usual, seems to be the wild card. But he's acting out during a crisis of faith, a faith tied to Alternia's twisted social structure, which Scratch seems to have had a hand in. So despite how random Gamzee's actions appear to be, it's possible Scratch managed to seed even this seemingly unpredictable action.

I think Scratch probably did 90% of the work in making Gamzee go ballistic, from multiple directions at once. Looking back, it's shocking just how much of the comic was Scratch's doing.

'Caused' is a loaded phrase in Paradox Space, but what's happening is definitely what he planned.

Anonymous asked: It kind of seems like Rage as an aspect is evil, no? Do you think an aspect can carry an inherent moral weight? If not, what are the neutral meanings of aspects that seem to, and if so, how do you feel about it?

Personally, I doubt that any of the Aspects have a moral alignment - not even the scary-sounding ones. After all, you can Rage against tyranny, or bring Doom to a corrupt institution. Yeah, Gamzee is using Rage for evil, but his perception-shielding could just as easily be used to hide an innocent bystander from an aggressive Underling.

I think that more or less any ability can be used for both good or evil. The only real exception would be a power that's deliberately designed to be irreparably, comically evil. 'The ability to torture everyone for all eternity' would be one of those powers, but Homestuck's Aspect abilities would not.

@worldweary-walker asked: have you read Kill Six Billion Demons?

I have not! It's on my long and constantly growing list, which means I'll get to it between now and, uh, 2096.

Anonymous asked: re: the ancestors' story. WHAT IF WE ALL JUST CRIED like. the sheer transition from inane antics to the. that @corporalotherbear asked: There's a very popular fanmade version of the sufferer's final sermon and following vast expletive, voiced by a man that would go on to be the english voice actor of Izuku Midoriya. I can't add links to asks but if it's spoiler-friendly then your vetter can probably send you "The sufferer's last sermon"

Oh, I kind of love this interpretation. It really sells just how unwinnable the Sufferer's rebellion truly was.

@wolygan asked: I forgot how she is so happy when she is running away. This Girl is still able to believe that good is coming. Except Lord English won't let that happen, no matter what. @wickedsick asked:

That was possibly the fastest you have ever been proven wrong about something

That poor girl. She suffered just as much as the Signless did, but she'll only be known to Alternia as a monster - and unlike Troll Jesus, no one will ever mourn the Handmaid.

Anonymous asked: the sufferer cult is definitely independent of the juggalos! the use of the word sectarian to describe the war waged against the signless's beliefs is not a coincidence, imo. (we also see that highblood is most often used to specifically describe purplebloods). they're just two different religious organizations. given that the grand highblood was a juggalo man/subjuggulator and occupied significant power it seems to suggest that clown religion was a Big Thing among the purplebloods, which would not truck with the signless' cult being so small and secretive. there's one theory that part of the reason the neophyte was sent on mindfang's case was bc the GHB (given that mindfang mentions the neophyte was sent by subjuggulators specifically) knew she was a secret sufferite and wanted to get rid of her. mindfang does talk about how it seemed like they were giving up on her case entirely by sending just one neophyte (granted this is partially bc she underestimated her). it would track that while they definitely wanted to get rid of mindfang, they also were fine with the neophyte dying. this also follows with the fact that after mindfang gets out of that trial, she manages to persist without being caught right up until her death at the hands of the summoner. were they happy that the neophyte got killed, enough to stop putting much effort into mindfang's capture?

I think the Highbloods probably did set Redglare up. I speculated that it was possible when we first heard about her death, and that was before we knew she was a Signless cultist.

Also: lmao, do you remember when Hussie told us that the Juggalo Cult was 'obscure'? That's starting to feel like something that was quietly retconned offscreen.

@clueless-rarito asked: In case you like to know, "Dolorosa" is meant to evoke the spanish word "Doloroso" meaning painful but changing the O for an A turn it feminine.

Dolorosa; in other words, the woman in pain.

Fucking hell, she deserved so much better. It's amazing how much bleaker the Ancestors' lives were, compared to their descendants. Modern Alternia is bad enough as it is!

@lon-kasi asked: Fanwork recommendation: The same guy who did the EoA5 reanimation just did Intermission 2 as well. Like, less than six hours before I sent this ask. It's incredible.

Yessss! These are amazing.

My favorite parts are all the extra touches that weren't in the original animation, such as Rose beginning to realizing how badly she was tricked - or Jade, unused to her own powers, almost knocking John on his ass while she teleports him.

Anonymous asked: Now that you've seen what a Reckoning on Skaia looks like, you can see why Karkat was rushing Kanaya to get their frog done. Despite jumping the gun, skipping the lore elements and just killing their way to the end, the troll kids never had enough time. Especially since, now that I'm thinking about it, if it wasn't the Reckoning then it probably would have been Jack as the "time's up, now turn in your work" event. @marinerofthestars asked: With the revelation that Alternia was built to and ended up speedrunning an Sgrub/Sburb session to catastrophic effect (great job reading this far, btw), how long would you expect a “standard” session to take?

We've got two different asks here - one saying that normal sessions are meant to be shorter than Hivebent's, and the other saying they're meant to be longer.

I honestly don't know which I believe. It feels unrealistic for a Sburb session to take months, but Scratch really did seem to be saying that the trolls were extremely effective Players, implying most sessions take longer to beat. Maybe the reboot session will clue us in a little?

Anonymous asked: “How do you expect to out run me, When I Am Already Here.” Is such a hard line, and it’s completely missable in the alt text for the site banner. I know a lot of people missed it when these panels dropped. I remember HS being considered super unique because of how much the comic messes with formatting things like that.

I was super close to missing some of that scene, even though I'd already been warned about the alt text. There was just so much going on at the time, I almost didn't think to look at the banners.

@royalvorpal asked: "I thought words would be exchanged" How do you expect them to talk when they are in person?

pffffffffffffffffffft

Alright, that one fucking got me.

@bladekindeyewear asked: "But no, apparently not, because it took Karkat zero words and sixty seconds to completely shut Gamzee down. Now, don’t get me wrong, that’s incredibly impressive - but what did he actually do?" If you look back IN RETROSPECT at some of what Gamzee has been telling Karkat, it almost looks like pale flirting, like he was actually WANTING him to do this behind his threats. p3361: "FTC: i wonder if you can all be at with me in time and make me get my reconsider on?" Anonymous asked: You may not like it, but this is what peak moirallegience looks like.

Yeah, this really does make that exchange read as a little flirtatious.

Still, is this really how a moirallegiance is meant to work? Are moirails really expected to risk their lives to halt their prospective partner's rampage? This is starting to sound more dangerous than a kismesissitude!

@bladekindeyewear asked: I'm not sure how well it applies to the revised Homestuck website and it's probably impossible in the collection, but you could view any past/future page in any CSS format the site gave you with a keyword, like the black-on-green Doc Scratch format. So when Andrew did the "SNOP" to SBAHJ-mode, he was intentionally giving us a tool to view the ENTIRE SITE in SBAHJ mode.

There's a 'theme override' button, but I need to finish Homestuck to unlock it. I guess the comic's theme will change in more spoilery ways, later on.

Anonymous asked: Dolorosa/Mindfang is the true kicker of the “vriska keeps ending up in mirror relationships to her ancestor” belief, bc its the one where there is NO way vriska could know that shes in a mirror relationship. Eridan- orphaner dualscar and mindfangs romance was in the journal. Tavros- she knew about the summoner. But while there are hints to the dolorosas identity- sharp teeth, lower blood color, and a very vague if you stretch it hint about horn shape- no way vriska could have put those pieces together!!!

Man, it's still so fucked up that the Dolorosa went out like that. I still think it's at least remotely possible that she revived as a vampire, but I'm not gonna kid myself - her story is over. We're not gonna see her.

Anonymous asked: You've mentioned "ratfic" and something called "the Methods" before, is that something you've read?

If I could write an essay about Steven Moffat, I could write an entire thesis about Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality - but it'd be radioactively critical, and it feels mean-spirited to just post a rant about something unprompted.

If people want my thoughts in detail, I might stick them on the sideblog later - but for now, I'll just tell you that if it wasn't for that fic, XAE A-12 Musk would never have been born. Not a joke.

Anonymous asked: i love the complete about face on gamzee lol. "clearly the fact that he's gone nuts is something wrong with the timeline" gamzee is revealed to be responsible for lil cal "actually fuck this guy"

If we do ever recover the original Gamzee, it's going to really suck for him to face his friends. After everything he's done, will anyone ever really trust him again?

@elkian asked: Love the Exiles. So glad nothing bad happens to them, ever, (I assume the pause before the third s175 post is bc you, like me, took a break to cry over AR hesitating to kill his friend :,(

I was so bummed, guys. Carapacians don't have ghosts, I assume - so the Exiles, sans PM and maybe WV, are gone forever.

The Red Miles will probably have obliterated their corpses, so we can't even prototype most of them - but I'm holding out hope for Waywardsprite.

Anonymous asked: heh, you aren't alone in preferring god tier dave without his hood. i was around for when cascade dropped and wasnt able to watch it straight away due to the various troubles, but one of the first things i heard about it was people talking about how stupid they thought dave's hood looked.

I know, right? Like, yeah, it definitely says 'knight', but Dave's got great hair, and it feels like a shame to cover it.

@bladekindeyewear asked: "PCG: SHE WAS CONSTANTLY FIXING MY FUCKUPS. PCG: ROBOTS FROM THE FUTURE ALWAYS COMING BACK TO TELL ME HOW SOME HASTY SHIT I DID WITH FROG BREEDING OR WHATEVER WOULD MAKE IT BE IMPOSSIBLE TO WIN. PCG: MY OWN PERSONAL MISTAKES PROBABLY ACCOUNTED FOR MORE DOOMED ARADIABOTS THAN ANYTHING ELSE." Now that the Tumor's revealed for the precision device it was, it's also clear that Aradia, likely following the Horrorterrors' instructions, FORCED them to breed the frog JUST RIGHT to create the Sun.

Yeah, the existence of that precision device really fucking threw me. Whatever it did, the frog cancer probably was deliberately engineered to cause it - and I think it was engineered by Scratch, rather than the Horrorterrors. He was also talking to Aradia during the session, and this event was key to his plan.

Anonymous asked: (And one more ask from the person without a tumblr. -DJ) The thing is, Scratch could have just said "you must create the Green Sun, it is essential for the existence of the multiverse, not doing so will create a paradox". But either he chose to trick them, by only but saying "true words", just for fun…or there is some reason telling them about their true mission wouldn't work - RM

Either is possible, and it's pretty much impossible to say. That said, the Vast Glub is proof that he does just like messing with people, so I'm going with the former answer.

Anonymous asked: (forwarding another ask from the person without a Tumblr account -DJ) Do you think there are interesting parallels between Scratch and Tarquin from OOTS? - RM

Well, they are both meta-aware villains with extremely wide-reaching plans, and they're both pretty weird about women. Hopefully this means that Scratch's much cooler son will kick his ass in a later Act.

@bladekindeyewear asked: One tiny cute detail in Cascade I love is how when the Green Sun lights up in the distance for the trolls, Terezi tries to point at it, and Karkat gently takes her arm and re-points it in the right direction. XD

Shoulda brought the Smelloscope, Terezi!

Anonymous asked: The first time i read homestuck my shit bugged out and I literally just missed the entire scrapbook section and cascade. The SECOND time I read homestuck cascade gave me such a neuron firing high that only harrow the ninth has ever gotten close to

That's exactly how to describe it. Cascade blasted my neurons, in exactly the same way that part of Harrow the Ninth did.

@rwbypro asked: Ngl one of my favorite parts about homestuck is the fact that Doc Scratch Won, like he got Exactly what he wanted, and he played everyone like fiddles, one of my all time favorite villains in anything!

He did, the bastard! Scratch managed to pull it off without a hitch.

These are the exact kind of convoluted masterstrokes you want to see in a time-travel story, and I think English's machinations will only grow more intricate, going forward.

@sanctferum asked: The juggalo cult believes in a pair of mirthful messiahs rather than just the one, so if English is one of the messiahs, that's only half the equation. Presumably, the other messiah would be Scratch.

That works! I originally thought that the Messiahs were the two members of ICP, but let's be honest, they still could be. I absolutely would not put it past this comic to reveal that Lord English was Shaggy 2 Dope the whole time.

@sanctferum asked: So now that you've seen Lord English's true appearance: he's got a peg leg, and that peg leg is a golden cuestick, filling in the last missing piece of the Felt analogy - the one that moves the billiards around in the first place. For good measure, English's peg leg, single golden tooth and his garish coat give him a stereotypical pimp appearance, which is fitting given his treatment of his female servants so far (not to mention Scratch's own treatment of both the Handmaid and whichever female player he is manipulating at any given moment. He even explicitly uses the word grooming to describe raising Handmaid!). If there was ever a pimp for Dave to lock in his own crib while dropping it like it was hot, this would be him.

Ayy, you're right! I've been waiting for the Felt's cuestick since the Intermission days!

You're also right about the comic's villains. Scratch and English aren't just screwing over female Players - they've also been fucking with Mindfang, the Handmaid, the Condesce, and even Snowman. It's absolutely a pattern.

These guys aren't just cosmic villains, they're misogynist cosmic villains. Mundane evil and supernatural evil, all together in one convenient package of shit.

Anonymous asked: Now that we've gotten past this point in the comic- I just wanted to say I forgot Expatri8 was ever a name used to refer to Darkleer- mainly because all I ever see people refering to him as is Darkleer. And at first it kinda threw me for a loop when you called him that even though it's the only name you knew for him- Anyhows- You probably noted this at some point but only upper middle class to high blood colors seem to have name names, with some exceptions. Like, they're weird, but Mindfang, Redglare, and Dualscar are all fesable names. Meanwhile the lower bloods just have titles.

It is absolutely in character of Alternia not to allow lowbloods to have names.

Anonymous asked: Just read your liveblog over the last two days. I adore your analysis! I second that one person’s reccomendation of In Stars And Time. Also I reccomend the Blue Lips homestuck video, it’s lived in my head for ages. I’m 99% sure it’s safe to watch now? It’s about the events of murderstuck and I don’t THINK it references anything you don’t know. Anyhoot! I know you mentioned vriska being like Azula when you first started getting to know her. Now that you’re as far as you are, I’d like to argue… Vriska is more like Zuko, in a way? Like. The way she wants to wipe things clean, the way he wants to restore his honor. The way they both have a “parent” that leads them to how things are, and for a while they cling to that as “right” and how things should be… One time I saw a post that Vriska is girl Zuko and Eridan is boy Azula and all the comments were arguing that no, vriska is Azula, but lowkey that post changed my brain chemistry and idk why people were SO vehemently against changing the genders of the characters in the comparison

I think Vriska works well as girl Zuko. You're right - they both started off under the thumb of an abusive parent, and they both try to 'fix' their past mistakes without understanding the wider context behind why they made them. Now, does this mean Vriska will also be getting a kickass redemption arc, which turns her into one of the comic's most straightforwardly heroic characters? Possibly, but I ain't holding my breath.

It's a little harder for me to see the second comparison, though. Like her brother, Azula was made into what she is by her horrible father, whereas Eridan became what he is on his own, with some assistance from Alternian culture.

Perhaps there are layers here that I'm just not seeing. I haven't read the Avatar sequel comics yet, so they might do more with Azula's character that I don't know about.

@mrjocrafter asked: I was trying to think about what the characters' moon alignment means in terms of their characterization, thought "Prospit dreamers are relatively passive while Derse dreamers are relatively active", then realized that's only true for the humans, the Post-Scratch Trolls' 6 Prospit dreamers (excluding Sollux, as his 'official' alignment, according to the Extended Zodiac, is Derse) are the more active characters. Then I realized that on Earth darkness and dark-associated characters are edgy and countercultural, while on Alternia light and light-associated characters are countercultural instead! Goddamn this comic just keeps coming back for more themes Also, I know you've compared Taylor to Vriska in the past, but she really strikes me as more of a Terezi. Beyond the surface level stuff (like going blind and then relying on a supernatural sense), Taylor, like Terezi has a strong moral compass but will twist it into pretzels to do the most horrific shit and there's a 50/50 chance she even regrets it afterwards. Meanwhile, Amy, who I think makes a much better Vriska, does her atrocities either under manipulation (like Vriska) or just does it without thinking about it and feels bad about it later (hey, also like Vriska). Also, Taylor Hebert and Amelia Dallon are coincidentally both valid troll names.

Yup! Which means Kanaya is a troll goth, which is still amazing.

And... hmm, I'm not sure whether I'd call Dave active or passive. He certainly acts more on his own initiative than John, but he also spends a lot of time getting bossed around by Terezi. He's kind of in the middle, really.

I do think Terezi's reframing of her violence as 'justice' is very Taylor-coded - and Amy is absolutely a Vriska, if we're working off the 'female, controversial, and morally ambiguous' definition given by a previous asker. Plus, well...

...yeah. And let's not even talk about Ward. (Because I haven't read it.)

Really, all these characters are multifaceted, and you can draw many different parallels in many different directions. If I had the time, I could probably draw lines from each of the trolls to a different cape in the Wormverse - but for now, we must continue!

@morganwick asked: Bec's influence on Jack is so strong that not only is he reduced to following Jade around like a puppy, he kills CD for completing the mission he gave him and leaves Jade, one of the players he's supposed to be killing, on her quest bed, the nature of which he didn't seem to know about when it came to John. Bec = absolute king.

Bec is a king.

It really does seem like his influence over Jack is increasing as time passes. Is Davesprite going to get more birdlike, as well? Or is Bec just a special case because he's a First Guardian?

Anonymous asked: oh my god you really just cleaned the board with the last minute Dave+Rose quest slab guess??? Like. You were going on about other things and then you just casually mention "oh I guess this could happen too" like okay!!! Seer!!!!

Yeah, I'm pretty proud of that one. I was just thinking about how Aradia might help the Derse kids, once she'd met them at the Sun, and then it hit me: she's been in exactly the same situation, in exactly the same place, because of exactly the same sun!

Anonymous asked: dogtier IS in fact what the entire fandom calls her, if you came up with that yourself congrats on the authentic 2011 homestuck experience, move over carcinisation this is the new big thing in convergent evolution

I did, but come on. That pun makes itself.

Anonymous asked: Fun fact: the music used in [S] Begin Intermission 2, "English", is the same when reversed. It is an EXTREMELY excellent detail. And another example of Toby Fox being a brilliant composer. @sanctferum asked: English by Toby Fox is a really cool song in that its a musical palindrome, playing the same both forwards and backwards, as befits the titular entity. The whole Felt album it's from is based around creating songs with time gimmicks in them, so it serves as a very good semifinal track to almost close the album out. @emotionallyglued asked: You finally got to the part where our big bad man appears! Simple question to ask but I'm looking forward towards the answer: what do you think of Lord English's theme? Grandiose enough to fit a villain of his caliber or did you expect something more/else?

Oh, shit, that's cool!

I liked the song a lot. Sure, it's not as bombastic as the boss theme I went with myself, but it is much, much scarier. It was the perfect way to remind us that this wasn't really a victory - that English's plan went off without a hitch. Our heroes are still in terrible, terrible danger.

@morganwick asked: post/756751870755733504 Still think of Doc Scratch as "Big Cal"? @sanctferum asked: You've heard of Lil' Cal and Big Cal, now get ready for the deadliest and dastardliest villain of all: Biggest Cal. Anonymous asked: you've seen lil cal, now get ready for BIG CAL @lon-kasi asked: finally, Big Ca- well. actually. Scratch was Big Cal, wasn't he? so finally, Bigger Cal

This is the real reason Scratch wouldn't tell Rose his boss's name - because if she'd known her manipulator worked for Bigger Cal, she'd have been too god damn scared to go grimdark.

Anonymous asked: T1ck T0ck goes the God Tier Clock. Its chime signals the Br8k of Scratch's H34D. And with the arrival of Lord English, he lets loose two great, Vast honk HONKS. Anonymous asked: Did you notice something about the English sequence? First, we see Scratch's clock. t1ck, t0ck. Then, his head breaks. 8r8k H34DS. He releases the Vast Honk. honk HONK.

This motherfucker died to the very words that birthed him.

I guarantee you that this was deliberate on Scratch's part. He didn't need to foreshadow his plan so blatantly - but this horrible little troll knew that nobody would get the joke until it was too late.

bladekindeyewear asked: "S u c k e r s ." The bioorganic-looking Tumor opening up to reveal a precision device. Twice the mass of a universe. Doc Scratch fucking played EVERYONE SO HARD. We couldn't believe THEY CREATED THE GREEN SUN, so hard many of us watched without REALIZING IT. If you reread the talk Doc and Rose had from p3627 onward, the amount of TRANSPARENT DODGES AND WEASELING he did in that conversation to mislead Rose and the entire readership is so blatant and shameless, oh my fucking god!!! Anonymous asked: Not only did Scratch never said the tumor would destroy the green sun, he also specifically said they would travel to the green sun LOCATION, not to the green sun itself.

God damn it!

Scratch may have been stoic on the outside, but you mark my words: he was absolutely roaring with laughter on the inside.

@sunbluethinking asked: Regarding 'a dozen or two sweeps,' you do have to remember that it seems like one sweep is roughly equivalent to two human years? (See Terezi's and Dave's 'I'm six' conversation, or whatever it was.) So my impression is that a dozen sweeps would be equivalent to 24 years and two dozen sweeps would be equivalent to 48 years. Still really short, but not quite as absurdly short. (Which actually reminds me of the question of the problem of rate of maturation in fictional races with different lifespans. (Dungeon Meshi touches on this, but) in the case of Homestuck, I think it seems like the trolls mature to adulthood at about the same rate. It's just their adult lifespans that are different.) @bellcarved asked: If my math is correct, "a dozen or two sweeps" is a range of 26 to 52 years. Still not great, but 26 would be the low end of the life expectancy, while they tend to live around half as long as a human.

So either Aradia was about to die, or she wasn't - but either way, she was always going to die young.

We still don't know whether God Tier stops you aging, do we? I have to assume so, because death by old age isn't really Heroic or Just, but I'd feel a lot better if it was 100% confirmed.

Anonymous asked: And here we learn the story of Jesus and the second coming- @bellcarved asked: Now you know the truth: Karkat Vantas is the second coming of Troll Jegus Christ. Anonymous asked: I doubt I'm the first to say this but, the story of the Signless is undeniably based off the story of Jesus Christ. @skelekingfeddy asked: you do realise that the sufferer is Troll Jegus right. the irons/cancer symbol is the crucifix. his method of execution turned into the main symbol of a religion. the dolorosa is mary. karkat is the second coming. hes literally just Troll Jegus lmao @sanctferum asked: turns out, Terezi was right all along. troll jegus was real after all, and he was indeed the best jegus. shame on you for not believing, Dave

God damn it, Karkat. You hate yourself so much, even though you're literally the second coming of Christ.

And really does add weight to Terezi's claim that Alternia had the 'best' Jesus. Sure, says she's joking here, but... well, her Ancestor was a follower of the Signless, wasn't she? Could Terezi have inherited more of Redglare's legacy than we thought?

Anonymous asked: now that you know about the signless i recommend you take another read of karkat's long password on page 3972

...huh.

It almost makes it seem like Karkat's vaguely cognizant of the Sufferer's life, the same way the Sufferer was cognizant of his pre-Scratch incarnation. Funny, that.

@morganwick asked: "For a bisexual alien, his shipping is awfully straight, isn't it?" Well, consider that when he drew that he was trying to adhere to the human model of reproduction with its explicit requirement of one person of each sex, as best he could from his alien perspective. Note that in the same conversation he's struggling to understand the "human taboo of incest". @manorinthewoods asked: Karkat's humanshipping is straight because John told him he wasn't gay, and presumably, he extrapolated. ~LOSS (28/12/24) Anonymous asked: Karkat's very straight shipping chart is the way it is because John's Not A Homosexual:tm:

I totally forgot I came to the same conclusion, back in that legendary group chat.

Man, Rose x Kanaya is really going to throw Karkat for a loop. He'll probably think that John was just bullshitting him.

@skelekingfeddy asked: steven moffat is a valid troll name Anonymous asked: You've brought it up too much not to ask, what did Moffat do that pissed you off so badly?

Once more, I am very tempted to make this a full essay, but I'll save time by just pointing to Hbomberguy's famous Sherlock video, which I agree with, like, 80% of - particularly the Doctor Who segment that I've timestamped.

In a nutshell, Moffat was always really good at generating intrigue, and building hype for future events - but as a showrunner, he never really delivered on his promises, and was very fond of handwaving established canon to the side. Pet peeve of mine, as you can imagine.

@rwbypro asked: We warned you bro, we warned you about the most important character @skelekingfeddy asked: carcinoGeneticist may have engineered the cancer…but terminallyCapricious was the one who made it terminal. ;o) @capribornio asked: Honk, honk :0) Heyyyy you reached the part where Gamzee became my favorite enemy. Forget Vriska, Jack and Doc Scratch - Gamzee may have his buttons pushed by the good ol' Doc, but he managed to make things worse than even Vriska got to (and killed more main characters, too!). Anonymous asked:Congratulations on reaching this point. So, Gamzee chucklefucked the universe. Crazy, right? @bellcarved asked: Gamzee's "Bard of Rage" title is looking more accurate than ever, now. His own rage lead him to put the clowns in John's dreams, which ended up inspiring the rage that made Jack Noir go to the lengths he did. Bardic inspiration, if you will. …also, this makes Perfect Jack a collaborative effort between Vriska and Gamzee. @capribornio asked: I feel like you get Gamzee much better than most livebloggers (and a part of the fandom, too). Gamzee is an orchestrator, on a much bigger level than any could have predicted. The silly little troll dissappeared once he got off the slime, got his religion destroyed, and got Lil Cal.

I told you, guys! I told you Bards were overpowered!

Yeah, he's already getting pretty crafty, isn't he? Maybe, instead of manipulating Gamzee like he did the girls, Scratch has actually been coaching him. After all, his own manipulating days are over, so maybe he saw fit to train a successor...

Anonymous asked: if vriska was presented with a choice about the creation of bec noir, it would have had to be before the veil because the trolls only flee into the veil AFTER bec shows up and wrecks their reward- and that's their first introduction to him. any choice she could have made about bec/jack after that would result in a doomed timeline, because it would break the loop. that's why it has to be before the veil. @manorinthewoods asked: What I mean is that the Choice that would have prevented Bec Noir is something that would have made Vriska change who she was, in such a way that she wouldn't later make Bec. Vriska's Choice that made Bec can't have occurred in the Veil, because there wasn't a Denizen to give it, so whatever it was, it must have been something to do with character growth that she failed to do. ~LOSS (28/12/24)

Oh, right, that makes sense!

Yeah, poor Vriska simply wasn't self-aware enough to make such a Choice before the Veil. It's interesting what-if, though.

@flambeaufelid asked: ICP albums liveblog maybe??? (Do people liveblog music reactions? They should.) Anonymous asked: Since you mentioned the possibility of having to listen to ICP albums to understand Gamzee better, I figured I’d better let you know that while reading a bit about juggalos, ICP, and ICP’s music does help with understanding Gamzee better if you’re unfamiliar with them (though I wouldn’t say it’s crucial), I don’t recommend listening to their music unless you’re comfortable with graphic depictions of gore, murder, and other forms of violence. (Speaking from personal experience here; I tried listening to them because Gamzee’s my favorite character and quickly realized I didn’t enjoy that.) Anonymous asked: I would say listening to icp is not necessary… I tried myself and failed not even half way through one album so I admittedly could be wrong but… I think it was never intended to be THAT serious

I checked out Miracles, back when ICP was first brought up, but I haven't seen any of their other music. It's probably not actually necessary to listen to the band to understand Gamzee, but I might still do it for fun, since the graphic content wouldn't bother me much.

@skelekingfeddy asked: according to hussie the fifth wall is what divides two narrators/authors @sanctferum asked: According to Hussie's comments, if the fourth wall is the wall between the character and the author/their audience, then the fifth wall is specifically the wall dividing omniscient narrators from each other. or something like that

I, uh, guess that makes sense. Presumably Scratch would be our second 'author' in this scenario, even though he's not literally another author of Homestuck.

[novankenn]

(In the Spirit of @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON, and my own Jaune Gets a Gun Au I present... )

"Jaune Gets An Upgrade AU" Day One - (Entrenching Tool)

Ren was still brooding over his newly acquired ability to become a waifu... and was seriously annoyed at Jaune's complete acceptance of that strange fact. While in the back of his mind the true fear about what Nora would do if she ever found out.

Jaune: SO...

Ren: No.

Jaune: But...

Ren: I said no. You are not going back for that dagger thing...

Jaune: I guess. Well we do have these new bracelets, and I think...

Ren: Don't say it. Don't even think of it.

Jaune: Come on Ren. It's a cool ability, that NO one else has!

Ren: It's a inane ability that makes no logical sense!

Jaune: Gee, for a guy who keeps spouting things about being open minded, you sure have a closed view on the whole gender-swap thing.

Ren: ...

Jaune: I wonder how the girls are making out in the firearms section?

Ren: Probably better than we are... and seeing as I haven't heard and screams of terror or explosions...

Jaune: Then Nora and Pyrrha are keeping team RWBY under control.

Ren: Is it weird that it's team RWBY and not Nora we're concerned about causing destruction?

Jaune: Ah, I mean they did blow up the docks and cause millions of lien in damage fighting a mech.

Ren: It was a stolen Atlas Paladin.

Jaune: Right. A mech.

Ren: ...

A pair of figures in the distance causes Jaune to stop in mid stride. Ren notices this and also stops.

Ren: Jaune?

Jaune: I think... is it?

Ren: Is what? Do you see someone you know?

Jaune: It couldn't be... but it has to be.

Ren: Ah... Jaune?

Jaune: It IS!!! Aunt Sally 674735-Arc and Uncle Sam 668843-Arc! Over here!

Ren's brain paused, and then crashed as a pair of very similar looking figures turned to face them. To him, they booth looked exactly the same...

(Images copied from https://warhammeruniverse.com/death-korps-of-krieg/)

Aunt Sally: Jaune!

Uncle Sam: Nephew!

Jaune jogged up to the pair of figures a huge smile on his face, leaving a still bewildered Ren flat footed and behind.

Jaune: Why are you guys here? Last I heard you were deployed to the out reaches to breach a Heretic base?

Aunt Sally: Vacation Days, so we thought we'd come visit some family.

Uncle Sam: We're due back in about a week.

Jaune: Well Mom is going to be thrilled that you're here! Does she know?

Uncle Sam: No. We haven't told her yet. We want it to be a surprise.

Jaune: I won't tell a soul.

Aunt Sallyy: So why are you here, Jaune?

Jaune: I'm here to find an alternate weapon to Crocea Mors.

Uncle Sam: Why?

Jaune: Well.. um...

Aunt Sally: Does your mom know you are in Vale?

Jaune: Well...

Uncle Sam: Jaune?

Jaune: I sort of ran from home to attend Beacon, and borrowed Crocea Mors... WHICH I want to send back, so I need to find something else to serve as my main weapon.

Jaune fidgeted, and by the time Ren finally reset his thoughts and joined him, Jaune looked like he was about to burst into tears, under the stern gaze of the pair of gasmask wearing individuals. At least Ren thought it was a stern gaze. To be honest he really couldn't tell.

Aunt Sally: You're mom has to be worried sick. I suggest you CALL her very soon...

Uncle Sam: Preferably before we visit her and tell her were we saw you. Understand?

Jaune: Yes, and I promise to call her as soon as I finish here.

Uncle Sam: Good boy, now as for a replacement for Crocea Mors... not that much could ever replace such a honorable and venerable blade...

Aunt Sally: How about this?

Ren: That's a... shovel?

Aunt Sally / Uncle Sam / Jaune: HERESY!!!

Ren: huh?

Jaune: That's not a SHOVEL!

Aunt Sally: It's a Munitorum Mk III Sapper Shovel! An intrinsic and iconic part of the Death Korps of Krieg kit of battle!

Ren: Death Korps?

Uncle Sam: Is your friend a heretic?

Jaune: I don't think so? Ren you're not a Heretic disguised as my friend are you?

Ren: ...

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

☆There's No Place Like Home☆

《You are new to this... Neighborhood? Where the hell are you?》

Episode 2: Get To Know Know Your Neighbors

[Pilot] [1]

《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @ partycoffin 》

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Sick.

You felt sick after eating that cake. It tasted like pure sugar cane mixed with coffee creamer. The taste was sweeter than any treat you had eaten before.

Yet you don't utter a word about it to your plucky, so-called, "neighbors".

"Well, would you look at the time? It looks like it's late... Er. I think, but I gotta keep.. Unpacking? And I'm sure you all have plans of your own tomorrow."

You pick up the plates quickly, but some of the slices were barely picked at. Other plates are not even a spec of crumbs.

"Yes, of course!" Poppy said, hurriedly fluffing up her feathers in case of any stray pieces of dessert on her.

"Mhm, the post office isn't gonna' run itself." "Nor the bodega!" Howdy and Eddie laugh, Frank, chuckling off to the side.

"Yes, I gotta get some beauty sleep if I wanna dream big!" Sally agreed, pushing out her chair.

"Then I guess it's settled, we'll see you tomorrow, right neighbor?" Wally asks you. Dropping the plates in the sink, a few break on impact. Your hands try to pick up the broken pieces. But recoiled at the sight of your blood staining the fine china.

"Ye-yeah... Absolutely."

"Wonderful!" Julie cheers, coming up to your side by the sink.

"You must join me tomorrow! Your clothes are so odd! I've never seen a style quite like it. I would love it if we could dress up together!" The puppet chattered.

You nodded uncaringly, more focused on the cut on your palm.

"Groovy-..!"

A sharp gasp escapes Julie as Frank comes to her side.

"What... What is that?" Julie questioned you.

"Oh-... it's a cut. I hurt myself..."

"H-HURT! Who said hurt!?" Poppy stumbles near your side, her gaze softening as she asks if you were okay.

The other puppets now standing behind her, awkwardly trying to see your cut.

You hesitantly show the bird-puppet your palm, albeit shaken up by her. You thought she would bite your arm off with her beak.

Instead, she holds out her feathers, tenderly holding your arm.

Her expression turns into one of confusion. "That's odd..?"

"Wh-what??"

"There's only paint, I don't see any stuffing. Are you sure you are hurt?"

You, in turn, give her a puzzled look.

Had... Had these puppets never seen a human before? Much less a human being bleeding?

You take this as a good sign. Glad that these "puppets" didn't eat or have an appetite for humans or blood.

"Paint you say?" Frank bumps in, carefully analyzing your cut. He hums in thought, "Would you mind if I poked your cut?"

"No...Can I have a band-aid or something to close it up please?"

Frank nodded and backs off as Eddie hands you needle and a thread spool. "Here, found it by some of the boxes."

"Thanks..." You said, disregarding the puppets staring at you attentively as you place the items down. Saying you'll clean it up first.

You reassure them you'll be fine as you usher your "neighbors" to the door. Gladly holding the door open for them as they say their good byes and farewells.

Wally was the last one to leave, he smiles sleepily at you. You smile back at the tiniest puppet, feeling your mouth muscles twitch when keeping up the charade.

"I'll tell Home you said 'hello', good night. Neighbor."

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[Dun-dun-dun!!! Sorry I took so long to update! I've been writing a lot of Welcome Home Oneshots. Comments, art, always help! Thanks for reading!]

[syd-vixious]

you mentioned a while back making a yandere! atlas.. yes !!! i love the first 2 games so much and just watched a burial at sea atlas moments video.. hcs or oneshot, just any content with him would be so so cool! maybe the reader is similiar to jack's/elizabeth's position, someone hes supposed to guide but then gets a little too attached to

A/n: Hi anon! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long! My life has been really hectic and all over the place recently. But I'll do my best to fulfill your request to the best of my ability! 🫡

P.S. I'm gonna try to make this as gender neutral as I can but it might lean more towards afab!reader due to some of the lines Atlas says to Elizabeth in the dlc. (It's been a minute so sorry if any of this feels rushed or incomplete)

Finders Keepers

You quickly entered the elevator, barely managing to escape the splicers and big daddies that seemed to be around every corner. Despite the predicament you were in, and how many wounds you didn't have enough medical supplies to patch up, you still made it to some kind of safety.

"I can't help Sally if I'm just like everyone else down here," you sighed, "I can't even get back to where I was.."

You leaned against the railing, exhausted to no end as you felt the elevator move to its destination. You groaned internally as you heard the crackle and scratch of the walkie on your hip awakening.

It was that bastard, Atlas.

"If you don't mind me askin', love: why you talkin' to nobody? If I had pegged you for a loon, I might've had second thoughts on our 'arrangement.'" He spoke with a tone that had you gritting your teeth.

You scoffed, "I'll hold up my end. But I better find the girl the way I left her."

"You're in no position to make demands. But I must confess, I do like a bit o' sass in a lass."

You rolled your eyes as you could hear the smirk on his face. Groaning in annoyance, you reloaded your revolver and crossbow. You have to be prepared for anything in this sick and twisted society.

You stepped out of the elevator, thinking you’d be prepared for anything until a pissed off Big Daddy came charging in your direction, not seeing much of a difference between you and some of the splicers that dwelled down here.

You began to run, trying to put as many obstacles between you and the giant creature as possible. You were successful for a while until you were trapped in an old bar, a couple buzzed up splicers clinging to the ceiling with their rusty hooks.

For a moment, you thought you might’ve lost the big guy, until a loud groan and a hard hit to the middle of your back sent you flying into the shelves of liquor. Glass shattered against your skin as they began to sink in and the world became darker around you…

*Time skip to two weeks later*

It felt like your head was buzzing. Your brain pounding in your skull as if it was being asked to be let out. Your body felt sore, the world around you slowly fading into existence as you slowly regained consciousness.

"Folks say it's only a matter of time until Atlas's entire mob comes out waving the white flag..." The announcer on the radio in front of you said before fading out into static.

You groaned from the sharp sound, brows pinching together from the pain in your head. You went to raise your hand to hold your head only to realise you were tied down on a chair.

Once your vision became clear, you could see the shadow of a man smoking a cigarette in front of you, a Rapture building crumbling to pieces just outside the window.

"Two weeks.." said the man.

"Huh.. w-what..?" You grunted.

"You've been down two weeks, love. Feckin' doctors, better off hiring monkeys if they're gonna harm what's mine in the same way." It took a moment before you realised Atlas stood in front of you.

You groaned, glaring at the back of the man's skull, "Our deal was to get you out of prison. What did you expect? To win your little civil war for you too?"

He chuckled, throwing his cigarette onto the ground, not needing to stomp on it due to the water leaking through the cracks in the ceiling.

"No, no, no," he turned around, slowly walking into the standing light that was shining in your face the whole time, "You see, that was the plan at first. To have you find my Ace in the Hole and bring Ryan down alongside the other pricks that dwell down here."

He slowly stalked towards you, resembling a hungry lion hunting its gazelle. "However, things change and unfortunately," he slammed his hands onto the arm rests your wrists were still tied to, causing you to jump in your seat, "you ain’t got a choice in the matter."

He stood up straight, circling you with a glint in his eye that you couldn't quite make out. "So now, lass, you belong to me."

You couldn't tell if the bumps on your skin were from the cold air or his words.

"Wait, what? The hell are you talking about? We had a fucking deal, Atlas!" You grunted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

He placed one hand on your thigh the other on your chin, his cigarette and alcohol-laced breath fanning your face, "I need you to get something through your pretty skull of yours, love. You will listen to me, you only belong to me. And if you don’t follow those simple, little rules…”

He takes a step back, grabbing one of the lobotomy tools on the table, “…I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

[captainsophiestark]

Lost Pizza Delivery Guys

Platonic!Percy Jackson x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023​! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Prompt: Dionysus; Wine, Cups, Dolphins, and Goats

Summary: Percy's cousin and friend on Sally's side helps him celebrate his 21st birthday right.

Word Count: 1,843

Category: Fluff

A/N: I also wrote this oneshot and this oneshot with Percy and his cousin being besties, loosely related to this one! You don't need to read one to understand the other, but in my mind they're in the same universe

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"IDs, please."

I grinned and nudged my cousin excitedly as he pulled out his driver's license and handed it to the bouncer before us. Tonight was his 21st birthday, and this officially marked the first time he got to use his card to get in somewhere.

"Okay, go ahead," said the bouncer, passing our IDs back before stepping aside. "And happy birthday."

"Thanks," said Percy with a smile and a nod as we headed into the bar. I beamed at him, dropping my hands onto his shoulders and jumping up and down a little.

"Welcome to adulthood, Perce! First round's on me, but you put in the order."

"Alright," said Percy, laughing a little at my antics but heading over to the bar with a smile anyway.

After a full-family day of celebrating Percy's 21st birthday, I'd asked for the honor of taking him to his first bar. He'd been all in, and I'd brought him to my favorite place in the city.

Despite being close cousins if you looked at a family tree, I hadn't gotten to be a part of Percy's life until the very end of his high school career. I'd been separate from the family I shared with him and Sally, escaping a bad situation when I was young without looking back. Once I'd gotten to college in New York, however, and knew I had family in the area, I decided to reach out and see if it would be worth reconnecting. And it had turned out to be the best decision I could've made.

My Aunt Sally was absolutely incredible, that went without saying. The few memories I had of her from when I was young were the things that had made me want to reach out in the first place. But finding Percy, who was only a few years younger than me, was like getting the little brother I'd always wanted. Even a little later, when a monster almost took my head off when Percy and I were out getting lunch and I learned about all the Greek mythology stuff, I didn't have even a second of regret over having these people in my life.

Luckily for me, Sally's clear-sightedness ran in the family, so I wasn't completely out of the loop when things came up. And, even better, I could look around the bar and feel confident no monsters were about to interrupt me and my little cousin celebrating his 21st birthday.

"Alright, first a toast," I said, raising my glass towards Percy once we had our drinks. He lifted his, too, grinning at me as I continued. "To you, Percy Jackson, hero of AHS swim team, son of Sally Jackson, and the best cousin I could've ever hoped for."

We clinked glasses, Percy still absolutely beaming, and took the first sips of our drinks. The night had officially begun.

We stayed in the bar for a few hours, laughing and dancing to the live band and occasionally refilling our drinks. Finally though, with a little less than an hour and a half to go before midnight, we wandered outside, smiling like idiots with our arms around each other.

"That was fun," Percy decided as we nodded a goodnight to the bouncer.

"I'm glad. And remember what I told you about drinking lots of water."

"I will. Maybe it'll work even better for me since I'm a son of Poseidon."

"That would be sick."

"Yeah."

We both stood there for a moment, letting the cool night air wash over us, a serious relief for the end of the summer. Percy had planned to spend the last moments of his birthday at Camp, with his girlfriend Annabeth and his best friend Grover. I knew it was time for me to let him go, to get us each a cab and head our separate directions, but I still didn't quite want the night to end.

Apparently, Percy felt the same way. He turned to me, a mischievous grin on his face and a light in his eyes that definitely meant trouble.

"Do you want to come back to Camp with me?"

I laughed, smiling a little even as I shook my head. "Perce, you know as well as I do that I can't. I wish I could, but there's no way for me to get in."

"Actually... no one knows how he did it, but a really lost pizza delivery guy made it through one time."

"If no one knows how he did it, how am I supposed to replicate it?"

Percy shrugged. "I don't know. But it's possible."

I paused, debating with myself for a moment. Worse-case scenario, I couldn't get in and I had a much longer cab ride than necessary. Not ideal, but not the end of the world either. And best case, I'd finally get to see the famous Camp Half-Blood and hang out with Percy and his friends.

"Alright," I finally said, turning back to Percy with a smile. "Let's give it a shot."

"Cool. Then I'm sorry for this."

Before I could ask what he meant, Percy held out his hand and threw a golden coin I recognized as Olympian money onto the street. At the same time, he shouted something in what I guess was ancient Greek, and the pavement before us started to bubble. A moment later, a smoky gray taxi rose out of the ground, suddenly sitting and waiting just in front of where we stood on the curb.

"Whoa," I breathed, a smile making its way onto my face as the astonishment wore off. "That is so cool."

"Maybe wait until after the ride to decide if it's cool."

Despite that shady warning, I got into the cab when Percy opened the door and climbed in with me. In front of us across the driver's bench were three ancient old ladies. It took about thirty seconds for me to realize they only had one eye between them, at which point only love for Percy kept me sitting in the car.

The ride from the bar to Camp Half-Blood were a few of the worst moment of my life. It was terrifying from start to finish, and although the travel was incredibly fast, there was also a stretch of that time where I thought we'd never get out of the cab alive again.

After Percy convinced the drivers, apparently the Gray Sisters, to take me even though I was a mortal, and after they spat some poetry about Apollo meddling to help Percy as a favor in the near future (which Percy seemed less than thrilled about), the car finally came to a stop. I rushed to get out, making a beeline for some bushes in case the motion sickness was enough to make me throw up. Thankfully, it wasn't, and when I turned around the cab was gone, leaving me and Percy on a darkened stretch of road.

"That was the worst thing ever," I declared. Percy shrugged, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Fastest cab service in New York."

I just shook my head, closing my eyes and then immediately regretting it since my world was still spinning. When I opened my eyes again, Percy had moved past me to the edge of the forest.

"I figured we'd try to go in the back way, by the woods here," he explained. "We're pretty sure that's where the pizza guys come from."

"Would those be the monster-infested woods you've told me about?"

"Yup."

I sighed, long and heavy, letting the last of the adrenaline drain away. Then, I managed a smile at Percy.

"Alright. Let's do this."

Percy pulled out his sword as I followed him into the woods, incredibly tense and jumping at every single noise. I couldn't tell exactly where the barrier to Camp Half-Blood was, but I didn't run into any invisible barriers, and by some miracle we didn't run into any monsters. After a while of walking, finally, we came to a beach, and not far from us I could see two figures waiting.

Percy turned back to me with a grin as our feet reached the sand.

"We did it."

"Did we seriously? This is Camp?"

"Yeah. The cabins and everything else are another walk through the woods, but this is the Camp beach. Annabeth and Grover are up there."

"Hell yes," I said, grinning as I moved to walk next to Percy. "Lost pizza delivery guys have nothing on me."

Percy and I high-fived, and as soon as they noticed me, Annabeth and Grover threw their hands up in the air and waved me over.

"You made it!" cried Annabeth, pulling me in for a hug. "How did you make it?"

I shrugged as we pulled apart, then immediately turned to pull Grover in too.

"No idea. However the pizza delivery guys did it, I guess. Whatever it was, I'm glad I'm here."

"Me too," said Percy, slinging an arm around my shoulders. We shared a smile, and then I turned away to reach into my bag. I pulled out the last surprise I'd been saving and faced the group again with a massive grin, two wine bottles in-hand.

"Don't tell your camp director," I said, smirking a little to myself. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover made a perfect scale of worried (Grover) to cackling, laughing happy (Percy) with Annabeth in the middle. I passed one bottle to Percy, then opened the first bottle and poured us each a glass. "To Percy! Happy twenty-first to the greatest cousin and friend I ever could've asked for. I love you, and I can't wait to drag you on every ridiculous, non-lethal adventure I can think of, from now until forever. And you have the next year to prepare for how many times you're gonna hear Taylor Swift's 22 at your next birthday."

"Hear hear!"

"Cheers!"

"Can't wait!"

The four of us clinked our glasses, and a moment later (like it'd been planned, which it probably had) a literal pod of dolphins burst out of the water, dancing and swirling in the waves. Percy groaned next to me while Annabeth, Grover, and I laughed.

"Poseidon knows how to put on a show for a birthday," I said. Percy sighed and shook his head, then dropped into the sand. The rest of us followed right after him, leaning back in the sand and watching the ocean sparkle and stretch out before us. The four of us stayed out there long into the night, laughing and talking and drinking by the surf.

When we finally decided it was time to head to bed, the trio helped me sneak through the woods again and into the heart of Camp. I wandered around happily, taking in everything while Percy and I made a beeline for his cabin. I'd have to leave earlier than early tomorrow to keep us all out of trouble, but for just one night we could manage to get away with it.

A Half-Blood's life was full of crazy, and even though I wasn't one, I intended to be part of every single thing that I could be part of for Percy, Annabeth, and everyone else he cared about for the rest of his life.

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[adallinda]

A small talk about the creepypasta Sally williams and the fandom itself.

( TW: OPINION?!?!?! )

As we all know the creepypasta fandom was never perfect, it had its ups and downs. Thus I wanna talk about a character that we all love. Sally.

Sally was created in 2012 and she is a young girl at the age of 12. She firstly was 8 but her creator changed her age to 12 to reasons that I don't want to discuss since they're messed up. Her backstory is truly heartbreaking. She is represented to be a lively, happy and caring young child. She has a teddy bear that's she loves and loves sweets and the color pink.

Now that you know a little information about her, what I wanna talk about is the fandoms problem. The fandom has always been broken, there has always been questionable and wrong stuff in it about litterly anything, even about the characters themselves. And Sally is a victim to that.

From the first time I came into the fandom I saw weird stuff about Sally, questionable art, weird headcannons, wrong ships and the list goes on. She is a child, a minor, she's 12.

"She's a fictional character! " she's still a minor, her being fictional doesn't excuse your weird posts about her nor your weird ships.

Also the ships, she shouldn't be shippen with anyone.

"Sally x Ben" "Sally x toby" "Sally x Jeff" all of those are problematic and any ships with Sally is problematic. Be better and do better and actually make this fandom be an enjoyable place because it can also influence new comers. If a new person joins the fandom and they see wrong stuff they're gonna think it's normal when it's not.

Some people need to realise that "Sally x Ben" is extremely problematic since there is an age difference and also any ship with her is. Also some people need to stop condoning and supporting people that do these stuff, it's sick and wrong.

This isn't a thing that happens to only Sally, it has happened to more characters sadly, it is one of the reasons people leave the Fandom.

The fandom has became a toxic place and there are a lot of new people coming in, mostly children, that want to be in a friendly fandom but all they get is a hit in the face with the cruelty of it. It is not the first time it has been toxic and won't be the last but can we at least try to make it a place we can enjoy? New fans are mostly children, like I said, if they see this kind of behavior and these kind of posts they're going to think it's normal and that'll be a bad influence on them. I know every fandom has its ups and downs and not everyone can be pleased but the fandom used to be so lively and so open minded.

I've seen people judging one another for "wrong headcannons" like... That's what a headcannons is, what YOU think the character does. According to the fandom:

Toby can't be happy ( or any happy emotion )

The creeps can't have a stable relationship

The creeps are abusive

You're not allowed to ship characters that aren't canonical partners

If you don't add Toby's stutter and tics ( in a fic or somewhere else ) apparently you're äbléist

^ BUT if you do somehow you're cringe

If you don't laugh at the fanon jokes you aren't a real fan

You aren't allowed to remind ppl that Sally is a killer too

I'm sorry but what. All of these things are ruining the fandom and that's why many people leave. We wonder why the place is so bad but no one is speaking up nor doing anything about it and the people that do get torn to shreds ( not actually ) by the "fans".

Like I wanted to start this small rant with Sally cuz sadly she is one of the most séggsualized characters in the fandom.

I also want to bring awareness to the MASSIVE BULLYING IN THIS PLACE. Like I said a thousand times already, literal children join the fandom and instead of being greeted warmly they get bullied. They are new, they aren't going to know everything from 2016 to now because frankly I wouldn't know either in a new fandom. Instead of bullying them why not help them? Tell them fun facts about their fav char or help them not spread misinformation.

[themcomicsofficial]

YET ANOTHER Welcome Home theory idea!!

Man! These ideas keep on coming! Let's get to it!!!

Main page:

We see the page the same as usual (but no Eddie yet)...

The Neighborhood:

It stays as usual...but wait, what's up with Home? It's just looking at us...oddly. None of its pupils move or shake, or twitch...

Media:

It turns out to be a lucky day for the WHRP! Why? THEY FOUND LIVE FOOTAGE of Welcome Home! (dated 1973-74) They showcase a pretty distorted episode of Barnaby B. Beagle doing a comedic stand up routine with Frank Frankly in audience jeering at him on his terrible jokes. However, the neighbors enjoy it--but, what up a minute...What's up with Wally? He's just--sitting there...hearing and listening...

At the 9:50-10:00-ish mark Barnaby says his joke and says to Wally if he likes it:

"What ya think, little buddy? Uh...Wally, buddy? Pal? Uh...ya aren't talkin' is something alright?"

Howdy: "Walls? Walls wuzzdamattah? Feelin' sick little fella?"

Sally: Walliford, WALLIFORD? LOOK AT ME. Tell us, what's going on???

Julie, Poppy, and Frank give considered looks...

Then the screen distorts to black leaving Wally's eyes in the midst of darkness...

Merchadise:

The section shows us some Summer related merchandise from Welcome Home dated around 1972-74 with the characters wearing swimsuits, pool floaties, pool tubes, and drinking martinis and other alcohol related drinks.

However, as go further into the merchandise--we go get an odd Julie Joyful related card with her on a pool floatie with sunglasses as you can see in the reflection from water by the sun...there is a black mist with a something that looks like arms and teeth with eyes...with texts that say

"Search for the Light this Summer!"

Away From Praying Eyes:

W talks to us again! This time of his experience suffering from the nightmares, and hallucinations from looking for evidence on if Welcome Home existed...Sadly, it was too late...The Question Answerer decided to quit and cut the WHRP's funding...Which is not good...

However, he tells us he heard a phone ringing he wonders if he is going crazy again--luckily, this time it's HIS phone!

It's from someone who's in her early sixties and he tells him this.

"Hello, you don't need to know me but I need to tell you this, it's something that I want to get out of my chest for the past five decades...I tried to throw it away from my mind...but it keeps coming back--you brought it back...I'm here to tell this--Welcome Home DID exist. I was the puppeteer for Julie Joyful along with everyone else who puppeted Barnaby, Eddie, Poppy, Frank, Sally, and Howdy. Ronald was the man behind everything, he treated us like were family and saw something special...However, as the years he started to change--Ronald started to go off sorting cocaine and begin drinking many, many, many alcoholic drinks. So around--um...I dunno 1973 or 1974 he started to change...He would often shout and yell at us if we did a line wrong, he would call us--very hurtful names, it was just a nightmare but one day...The day I will never forget...The police came to his house and went down his basement--turns out Ronald did a satanic ritual along with his puppeteers with their puppets...and Wally as well...We agreed to ourselves to DESTROY single evidence of Welcome Home and asked the TV station to NEVER EVER show any mention of it through reruns, commercials, everywhere...To never show it again...Until now. Let this be your final warning, you opened it, you unleashed it and you're repeating the nightmares we had...For the record of all, YOU started this...This will haunt you for the rest of life..."

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 14

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: A bit high PG13 in our flashback and some anxiety. AN: Dude, I'm still fucking sick. Also, I edited and posted this while working because I'm sick and it's Friday and fuck these doctors, they don't get to dump dictation on me at the end of the week and be like "It's urgent." No, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, it's not Urgent if you didn't do it till now.

~~~~~<3

Mia slept like a rock but was up right on time. Of course, on time wasn’t late enough. She rarely got enough sleep when she worked nights but she would make up for that later, she always did.

Peeking in on Sally, she found the little one still asleep. It was seven in the morning, she would be waking soon. Generally, she wasn’t one to sleep in. 

Mia took the chance to make breakfast in her new kitchen. The task wasn’t terribly difficult, even though she hadn’t even had a chance to unpack thanks to each box being labeled so clearly with the contents. Having a packing and moving crew was surely worth every penny Tom had paid for them. 

~~~~~<3

Sally sat at their little dining table, too small for the space- something Mia never thought would be a problem in her life as pancakes were set in front of her. They had a busy morning ahead of them. 

Ikea opened at ten and Mia had every intention of being there at opening. She intended to find a nice enough couch that was also affordable. Tom had probably intended for them to get a nicer couch than an Ikea special but he wasn’t here to stop her. She was unsupervised with his credit card.

The ping of her phone drew her attention. It was a text message form Ashley with a link. “Your man was on The Late Show.” 

Sally was coping well with Tom’s absence so far. Mia didn’t want to risk ruining that when she had such a busy day ahead of them by reminding her that Tom had left so rather than just following the link, she spent time digging out her headphones from her purse. 

“Momma,” Sally called, “Can I get something pretty for my new room?” 

“Yeah, sure. We’ll see what we can find.” Mia was paying more attention to jabbing an earbud in her ear. “Finish eating while I get dressed, alright?”

~~~~~<3

Mia wasn’t one to watch late night TV. She was either sleeping or she was working. Plus the famous person or politician or whoever chatting with a host about movies wasn’t really her thing. 

She set her phone down on her dresser as she traded out her pj pants for a pair of jeans. The screen loaded onto a man already talking to Tom. It must have been a clip from the show, not the whole segment. As she got dressed, she couldn’t help but be absorbed in the short video.

~~~~~<3

“You were just in Vegas, right?” The man said, leaning forward in his chair. His dark hair was cut short yet somehow still just a little wild. He had large eyes and the infectious smile of a late night comedian. 

“I was, yes.” Tom smiled.

“It was an eventful few days I hear. You got up to some stuff.”

Tom chuckled. “Eventful yes, you could say that.” 

“And you left with some bling.” Tom’s fingers twitched ever so slightly as the ring was pointed out. He wasn’t sure where this was going but he knew he needed to tread carefully. “There’s pictures!” The man said, “Bring on the pictures.”

The screen switched to Tom and Mia running down the hall, her white dress flowing and sparkly high heels glittering in the too bright lights of a hotel hallway. her face was obscured by Tom’s shoulder but his face was clearly visible.

His cheeks were bright red though if they didn’t know he was out of his mind wasted, they could believe it was from the private moment being intruded on. 

The picture switched to them kissing in the bar some time earlier. Dim lights gave them a warm glow and they had drinks in front of them. Tom’s hand was on her neck and hers was resting on his thigh as she leaned forward. Her face was obscured by his as she leaned into the kiss. 

“You’ve kept a romance under warps, Mr. Hiddleston.” The host teased. Color flushed Tom’s cheeks.

“I do like to keep my private life to myself.”

“And how long have you too been together?”

“That’s private.” Tom dodged. “But all anyone needs to know is I care for her deeply otherwise I wouldn’t have married her.” 

“So it’s not a ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ situation?” The host pressed. 

“I’m as married today as I was Friday night.” Tom reiterated. 

“Tell us about her!” The host propped his head up in his hands. If it was possible, he would have had hearts in his eyes. It was clear that the host and Tom had a report and were familiar with each other in a friendly way. 

“She’s not a public figure.” Tom started, picking his words carefully. “Her privacy is important and I want to respect that. She’s not married to Actor Tom, she’s married to me and that’s a beautiful thing. Her name is Mia and-”

“Mia!” The host cried, popping up in his seat. “What a lovely name.” 

“She’s lovely.” Tom agreed and on the other side of the country, in a different time and place Mia’s face got hot. “She’s absolutely wonderful and we’re looking forward to our future.” 

The host continued to lightheartedly press for details but Tom stood firm. They showed a few more pictures from that night neither could remember but not a single image showed her face with the exception of the picture of them going into the restaurant over the weekend. 

Had no one gotten a clear shot of her? That didn’t seem likely. Had Tom known ahead of time and asked for her face to be hidden? Was her makeup smeared and her face being hidden to protect their dignity? 

~~~~~<3

“I’m done!” Sally yelled from the dining table, throwing Mia back into reality. Perhaps not reality, in a strange way what was happening on the screen was very much a part of her reality. No, her daughter’s voice had served throw her back into the present more than anything. 

“Go get washed up.” Mia called, slipping a shirt over her head and quickly finishing getting herself dressed. 

~~~~~<3

Ikea was overwhelming, as it always was. There were too many people, too much stuff and in general, far too much stimulation. But she would get through it and in the end she would be rewarded with Swedish meatballs. That was just how trips to Ikea went. You survived and then indulged in cafeteria food. She didn’t make the rules. 

They sat on couch after couch as she picked which one would be best for the space. None of them really felt big enough but she was not going to go somewhere with more expensive sofas. That wasn’t an option. She would just have a lot of empty space in her living room. More room for Sally to play. 

The one they picked was one of the largest. Under the cushions were storage compartments. It was a few hundred dollars and would likely break down after a few short years at best, needing to be replaced but she didn’t care. 

While she hadn’t planned on it, she went ahead and got herself a pair of matching end tables and lamps to set on them. While the apartment had plenty of overhead lamps, there was a warmth that came from table lamps that she loved. 

Sally picked out a soft rug to put on the floor. All in all, Mia didn’t feel too bad about the spending. It was less than a couch would have been if she went to Ashley’s Furniture or somewhere similar like Tom had probably intended. 

The lamps were on clearance and that helped keep the cost low. The tables were the cheapest they had. Hopefully Tom wouldn’t mind. 

~~~~~<3

Mia was anxious as she stood in line waiting. She had paid for their lunches with her own debit card but this was going to go on Tom’s card. She had no plan B for if it didn’t go through. 

It was a international card, wasn’t it? Would it go through okay? What would she do if it didn't? What if they asked for her ID? 

It was irrational, she knew that. Tom was traveling and had been spending money without issue on this card for as long as he was there from what she had seen. Places rarely asked for ID for credit card transactions anymore. There was so much fraud protection that it had just fallen to the wayside. 

All the stress was for nothing. The card went through perfectly fine. No one asked her who she was to use it. No one questioned her. No one said “stop!”. It went perfectly, painlessly fine. As part of her knew it would.

The furniture would be delivered the next day. It was surreal to spend so much money at any one time. But it was done and she survived the flood of panic that came with spending his money. In the moment though, as she swiped his card, she thought she was going to revisit her Swedish meatballs. 

Would it get easier over time? Mia decided she’s really rather not find out. If she had her way, she wasn’t going to be doing anymore major spending on his card, at all. It was better she didn’t get used to this. Tom wouldn’t always be there to financially save her. He wouldn’t always be there to replace her couch. This was temporary. 

Sitting in the car before leaving IKEA, she shot a text to Tom letting him know she had spent his money as he had requested and how much the total was. 

She hadn’t heard from him all day. In the morning she had assumed he was still sleeping after working the late night appearances but now it was quickly becoming afternoon without a word. 

What did it mean? Why wasn’t he texting her? 

It drove her insane the rest of the day. She checked her phone repeatedly for a hello or even so much as an acknowledgment of the purchases.

 Nothing came however, leaving her to wrestle with the thousands of ‘what if’s that quickly took up residence in her mind. Time after time she started text messages only to delete them instead of sending. 

It was fine if he didn’t text her, right? It was okay if they didn’t talk, right? They were just strangers, really, at the end of the day. This was fine. 

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The elevator walls were not mirrored but the polished stone may as well have been. Dark copies of the bride and groom surrounded them. They were alone and yet not, in this magical space. 

Tom advanced on her slowly. She matched every step he took forward with one of her own backwards. There wasn’t enough air in the elevator car as it moved up and up. 

Her heart was on cloud nine and the evaluator was taking the rest of her there. 

She couldn’t breathe. It felt like she was gasping for air in all the best ways before her back hit the polished stone wall. There was no where else to go. She couldn’t take any more steps backward. 

Her future didn’t stop just because her back hit the wall. Was this a sign of what her life would be like? Was this what her future with him would be like? Advancing faster than she could keep up? 

Her future put his hands against the stone on either side if her head, palms flat and fingers splayed. His elbows buckled and then he was supporting his weight with his forearms, oh so much closer than he had been.

His face hovered just inches from hers. His breath smelled strongly of whiskey but the air around him smelled of his cologne. The mix of the two together was intoxicating.

Leaning forward, she closed the distance. The soft velvet of his lips felt amazing against hers. There was a light stubble to his face, hardly visible but as he pushed into her, she could feel it. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands roamed around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Pinned between him and the wall, she didn’t have anywhere to go. There wasn’t anywhere she wanted to go. 

His hands groped her ass through the layers and layers of fabric that made up the skirt of her dress. Pulling up and forward, he had her off her feet. Wrapping her legs around him, only possible due to the many folds of the skirts, she embraced her future closer, trying to wrap herself around the very concept.

His lips left hers and made their way down her neck, leaving a path of damp butterfly kisses down to her collar bone. Nipping and sucking at the soft flesh had her squirming in his arms. 

The elevator wasn’t moving fast enough. There wasn’t a way she could get enough of him in here. At least, there was no legal way. There were cameras in the elevators and the halls. Again and again she told herself that.

His hand was large and warm. The warmth soaked into her breast. She arched into his touch. His touch was firm and strong. Muscles twitched and moved under her hands as she slipped them into his jacket after struggling with the buttons. 

She hadn’t felt like this in years. It was more intoxicating than all the wine they had shared. She felt powerful. Desirable. Wanted. 

Was this what love felt like? Was this what it felt like to be loved? It was the best feeling in the world. 

~~~~~<3

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[nohomie]

I have 3 questions mostly about the characters in the hunt vs hunted au.

1. How does Julie feel being stuck in the over world? Does she feel home sick?

2. what are the characters ages or how long they lived? Because I know wally is immoral and probably lived like a long time.

3. (This one about your oc) what is dolly backstory? And why does she look suspicious? Is she...a bad guy? 🤨

1. She finds the overworld fascinating, like a kid that gets to explore Ikea with no parental supervision. She's a lot less reckless now compared to back when she first arrived there but there's still the spontaneous energy to her. While she does have fun whenever she can, she does miss her family from time to time, though she doesn't let that get to her that much. There's a subtle toxic positivity to her mindset.

2. I can tell you who's oldest to youngest if that helps since I don't have a specific number in mind for most of them. So in order: Poppy, Home, Wally, Frank, Barnaby, Dolly Sally, Julie, Howdy, and Eddie. Y/N can fit either before or after Eddie, they just aren't as ancient as all the other characters lol. All adults

3. Can't spoil anything. All you have to know is she's working under Home now. I'd say yeah, she does have a bad vibe to her but she's more of a grey character at worst

[h-llhound]

some thoughts on the new pjo show now that i've rewatched the episodes twice:

the cgi of the minotaur? good. he looks immaculate. the SOUND DESIGN of the minotaur? even better. you can feel the size of him just by hearing the sounds he makes. i absolutely adored him

gabe's character so far does not give enough justification for him to be medusa'd to me. he comes across as gross and pathetic to me, not particularly abusive (yes, he might be emotionally abusive, but not to the extent i remember in the books)

walker's acting when he's in 'sassy percy' mode is great. the rest of the time? i'm not really feeling it. one of his emotional scenes that got to me was when he was talking to sally in the cabin and refusing to accept her words. i hope we get to see him develop some more range later in the series.

grover is amazing i love grover. that's all

leah's microexpressions as annabeth are SO GOOD. you can see the "i know better than you please shut up" going through her mind at times. i do wish they had given her blond braids?? it could've looked sick.

mr. dodds fight scene was underwhelming and that's all i'm gonna say about it

i wish they had kept the bow from the books after percy's godly parent reveal. i feel like it would've tied nicely into the "i didn't want this" theme percy has going on if he was just standing there very awkwardly while everyone bowed.

i don't know how to feel about luke. we saw very little of him but he feels a bit cardboard-y to me. hopefully he gets better later on

poseidon cabin looks sick as fuck on the inside i would pay to live in there

the colour grading of the show is very good. most of the scenes look like eye candy and i appreciate that to an unfathomable extent

[chocos-universe]

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Fandoms I'm Into (And will write for) -

Eddsworld

Creepypasta

Helluva Boss

FNaF

CupHead (Show and Games)

TADC

Baldi's Basics

FNF

BATIM

Villainous

DDLC (Side Stories Included)

Sally Face

(Some) Disney Movies (if you want a specific list js ask and I'll make one:3)

Scream 1 (Only Scream 1)

Sly Cooper 1-4

Dandy's World

The Simpsons

South Park

Rise of the Guardians

Squid Game

Cookie Run Kingdom

Win or Lose

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I WON'T write for -

Eddsworld; Laurel, Kim, Katya (?) - Not very familiar with them still

BATDR - Didn't finish the game/not very familiar with it still

Helluva Boss; Side Characters - I won't write for them because they aren't big characters. Meaning, as in Stolas's lil date at the party, Wally, people like that. (The sins, Martha + Mayberry, Vortex, Verosika's friends, ect, ARE allowed)

(Some) Disney Movies - There's some I dislike and won't write for. Again, I can write a list if anyone is interested.

Sly 4; Penelope - She genuinely makes me sick in Sly 4, and I can't bring myself to write her in that timeline. Probably only the third will be an exception. Possibly her IN the Black Knight will do, though. (Ik, I'm weird)

Scream 1 - Side/Pointed out characters - Meaning as in Casey Becker and her boyfriend Steve. Though Sidney and her friends are an exception.

South Park - Any background characters, really. But any main main adults/kids are allowed

Rise of the Guardians - Jamie's friends. I'll write for Jamie and Jack but not... his friends suck. Adults included, no adults. Past Jack and everyone else is accepted, tho

Squid Game Season 1 -, Han Mi-nyeo & Player 111, the VIPS, nobody from season 2 (For now, besides Thanos and Nam-Gyu)

Cookie Run Kingdom - Dark Enchantress Cookie. She will be mentioned and have a role in things (maybe) but I won't write for her

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I do accept people wanting to rp with me. Just DM me:) I personally don't mind if it's tickle related or not. Just keep it SFW, and all will be alright! Headcanons for any of the fandoms will be accepted as well! Never be afraid to send a request<3

This will be updated depending on new interests, interests will be removed, and announcements/notices. Thank you♡

If you want (my) OC tickles included with fandoms (and other OCs of urs if so), you can go to my second blog!⬇️

@chocos-universe-2

If you want just regular interactions (like normal fics) with OCs and fandoms, including your OCs, maybe go to my third blog!⬇️

I'll post when I find my motivation... no specific week.

You CAN request any ship from any fandom on my list, as long as it isn't a propship or like... illegal in the real world.

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[slaymybreathaway]

YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

◇Chapter Eight◇

Chapter List Masterlist

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Gracie climbed out of Sally's car and shut the door behind her. It was a quiet night in Tulsa. This was a good thing to Gracie beacause quietness meant no trouble, which meant that she wouldn't have to be worrying about the gang tonight.

"Thanks for the ride, Sal" she rested her elbows on the car door, smiling tiredly at her friend.

"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Sally returned the smile before blowing Gracie a kiss, which she jokingly caught.

As Sally sped away in her little red car, Gracie opened the gate of the Curtis house and walked up to the front door. She knew that Darry would be home from work by now.

Pushing open the front door, she could hear the sound of the radio coming from the kitchen. "Who's that?" Darry's deep voice called out from where he was washing the dishes.

"It's Gracie," she called back. She hung her old jacket and handbag on the coat-rack beside the door, leaving her in her butter-stained work uniform.

The girl trudged into the kitchen, a yawn escaping from her lips. Darry noticed this and turned aroud, giving her a look which she recognised far too well. "I know what you're gonna say, please don't. I'm far too tired to argue with you now,"

"Well you wouldn't be if you cut down your work hours," he grumbled, but quickly shut up on the subject when he noticed how Gracie's eyes were burning a hole into the side of his head.

She rolled up her sleeves and walked over to the sink that was filled with suds. Without speaking, Darry stepped away, drying his hands with a tartan tea towel before starting to dry the dishes that were already dripping onto the draining board. He knew how relaxing Gracie found it to submerge her hands in the warm, soapy water. It was an unspoken rule between them: she washes, he dries.

"Who did you lie to?" Darry spoke a few moments later, drying the plate he held in his hands in circular motion.

Gracie creased her brows in confusion

How did he know about that? She thought. Almost as if he could read her mind, Darry continued to speak.

"Soda told me you came in here today and puked like a drunk, he said you were sick but..." he turned to face her. "You're barely ever sick. So who did you lie to?"

Gracie took a deep breath, he knew her too well. Her face heated up out of embarrasment at the thought of admiting to Darry how she dragged him into her lie. "Shelly Oaks,"

Darry let out a low chuckle, not expecting that answer. "My god, I haven't heard that name in years,"

"Same here... until she walked into the salon this morning," Gracie rinsed off a glass before leaving it on the draining board.  The sound of the radio softly  humming swirled around her ears as one of the rat pack sang, though she couldn't tell which one.

"Well, what did she want?" Darry asked, a tone of judgement sounding in his voice. He never liked Shelly that much, and liked her even less since that night after the football game. Though he hated to admit it, he held quite alot of grudges.

This attitute from him made Gracie feel a little better about herself. "Using a haircut as a coverup to brag about her engagement to Paul Holden," she rolled her eyes.

The mention of his ex-best friend gave Darry a sudden loss of breath. As if someone had swung a baseball bat at his stomach, affectively winding him. That was another name that Darry hadn't heard in years. "Oh,"

"Yeah," Gracie replied with her back turned to Darry, failing to notice his reaction. "And she was bragging about how romantic his proposal was so... I kinda, em"

Her hesitation made Darry regain focus. He leaned against the countertop, flinging the tea towel over his shoulder as he crossed his arms. "You kinda what?"

Gracie turned around, her sudsy hands falling down to meet behind her back. "I kinda- told Shelly that you and I... were engaged to be married," the sound of her heartbeat was pounding in her ears during the few seconds of silence that followed.

Darry's blank stare quickly turned into a smile, his singular dimple showing as he threw his head back in laughter. "At least buy me dinner first," he joked.

The woman rolled her eyes as she turned back around and continued to wash the dishes. "Your name was just the first that came to mind, ok?"

"Ok," he shook his head. "I can just imagine the look on her face when you said that," he chuckled. The thought of Shelly's shocked expression made Gracie's lips turn up into a smile.

"It was pretty funny," she admitted, taking the plug out of the sink drain and watching as all the dirty dishwater swirled down.

The pair pottered around the kitchen, putting away the delf in a comfortable silence just as the crackled voice of the radio presenter spoke cut through.

"And now, we're heading back to a few years ago when this song seemed to be playing absolutely everywhere! It's Smokey Robinson and The Miracles with You've Really Got A Hold on Me,"

As the opening bars of the song blew through the air, both Gracie and Darry immediately looked up from what they were doing. Memories of the past danced in their heads, memories that they had pushed down and made themselves forget about. It was pretty hard to forget about now.

Gracie could hear the soft thuds of Darry's footsteps on the kitchen floor as he walked over to the radio, turning up the volume so that the music was loud. Just as loud as it was that night.

Then, she heard his footsteps again and not long after she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Darry standing right behind her, so close that she had to look up to meet his eyeline. He had his hand held out, a glint of nostalgia in his eyes that matched his smirk perfectly. "Would you like to dance with me?"

A tired smile grew on her face as she took his hand in hers. Softly, he spun her under his arm before pulling her in close, his arms holding her waist as she interlocked her hands behind his neck.

I don't like you, but I want you

Seems that I'm always thinking of you

Though you do my badly

I love you madly, you really got a hold on me.

The pair swayed to the music while looking at eachother with content. All of the external worries and stress seemed to fade away. It was just them, dancing together, in that moment.

Around halfway through the song, Gracie spoke. "You know, I thought that you had forgotten all about that night," she looked down, suddenly shy with the vunerbility.

Darry chuckled. "No, I think about it alot acctually," he admitted. He watched as Gracie's looked back up so her eyes met his once more.

"Really? Why?"

"It was the last night of fun before everything got so grown up and serious," he spoke, exhaling deeply.

Gracie smiled, it was quite fun. "Well, I think that's the whole point of senior prom, Darry" she let out a breathy laugh.

"I suppose," he spoke, a red tint glowing on his face. "But that's not the only reason why I keep thinking about it" he spoke. His eyes flitted down to her lips as their swaying grew slower.

"Oh," she breathed, realising what he meant. Her hands slid down to rest on his chest, noticing how his heart-rate started to pick up as her head tilted towards him. She licked her lips, wetting the cracked skin as she moved even closer.

The sound of the music continued to flood the room, drowning out all other sounds. Including the opening of the front door. Sodapop walked in, a smile bright on his face as he remembered his date with Sandy earlier that evening. The sound of the radio drew him to the kitchen, it was never usually that loud.

As he stood at the door, he was met with the sight of Darry and Gracie, their lips only inches away from eachother. He stepped back as silently as he could, trying not to draw any attention to his presence.

As he stepped backwards his keys fell out of his jean pocket, making a loud clatter on the floor. Darry and Gracie shot away from each other, the latter turning her back to the both of them in deep embarrasment.

"Soda, what are you doing home?" Darry asked nervously, his face a deep shade of red.

Sodapop raised an eyebrow, unsure what to say in response. "W-well it's like midnight... I mean, I can leave again if you guys want some privacy-"

"No! Um... Ponyboy is supposed to be home by now," Darry checked his watch, all of his responsibilites now returning to him. He walked past his brother, into the sitting room, trying his best to escape the awkward moment.

Gracie turned around and opened her mouth to speak, to plead with Soda to not tell anyone. As if he read her mind, Sodapop pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key. He smiled, the secret would be safe with him.

Gracie returned his smile. Thank god for Sodapop Curtis she thought.

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[threecheersforinking]

Hi......If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hey, thanks for the ask! I don't mind at all, I love talking about my favorite things!

I actually have a post up about my top 10 favorite anime, but I don't talk much about those other types of media on this blog, so I'll just give one top favorite from each and why I like it so much.

Favorite manga: 20th Century Boys

I love Naoki Urasawa and this series is just so unique, creative, and compelling. I read each volume back to back without reading anything in between because I was so invested. it's one of the only longer form manga series I own in its entirety.

Favorite book: Murder on the Orient Express

I really love mystery novels in general but especially Agatha Christie's. For an author whose works came out literally a century ago, in my opinion she has a surprisingly modern perspective on crime, violence, and murder, and it's why so many people have tried to emulate her style in the past 100 years.

Favorite movie: When Harry Met Sally

Best rom com ever (in my opinion), flawless friends to lovers execution, I can watch it 100 times and not get sick of it. Just an excellent movie and makes me happy every time.

Favorite TV series: Twenty Five Twenty One

This show is absolutely gut wrenching, but it got me through a really difficult time in my life and truly changed my perspective on love and romance. It will always be extremely important to me.

Thanks for asking that, I hope you all got to know a little more about me through this because I normally only ever talk about anime!

Thanks for reading,

-threecheersforinking

[crystallizedshowers]

Heteroclite

~Sally Face OC Story~

My feet pattered across the ground as I ran through the forest heading home to mom. I was playing outside in the forest and the setting sun had made me aware of the amount of time I was away. I hoped my mother wouldn't be mad when I arrived home. I turned past a tree and ran through the tree clearing, finally arriving back home. My mother was waiting outside, face full of worry. "Where have you been child? You had me worried sick." I opened my mouth to speak and an unfamiliar voice spoke out, "I'm sorry momma. I was lost and it was so dark and-" Mom cut me off before I could finish stammering out my words, "Hush now, my sweet angel. Everything is okay. Here. I want you to have this." She pulled out a golden necklace from her pocket and present it to me, a cross charm dangling in the wind. It was a familiar necklace. "Grandma's necklace?" Mother smiled back at me, "It will protect you from the wickedness in this world, so you don't have to be afraid any more." "What about father?" I asked back. She put her fingers to her lips, "He doesn't have to know. This will be our little secret." She wrapped the necklace around my neck before securing it in place and grabbed my hand leading me inside for dinner.

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My hands splashed in the soapy water in the bath tub. Mom had ran me a bath and told me she'd come get me when it was time to get out. It had been a while at this point, but I figured maybe she had gotten caught up with a show or reading a book. It didn't matter to me, I had more time to play in the bath after all. The bathroom door creaked open, and I suspected it to be mom finally returning. It wasn't mom though. It was dad. His eyes glowing red, and wore a menacing expression across his face. His right hand bared a knife covered in blood and I looked up at him mouth trembling in fear. "Daddy?"

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A loud gasp escaped my mouth and I threw my body upright gasping for air. One hand clenched tightly, tangled in Larry's shirt and the other grabbing my chest to soothe my racing heartbeat. "What the fuck was that?" Larry yelled. I shook my head rapidly still trying to grasp being back in my own body again. "You touched the necklace and then Megan disappeared and when we looked back you were passed out." Sal stated in loud whisper. "I just fucking died again." I breathed out. "What does that even mean Kat? You look pretty alive to me." Larry spat. I turned and looked at him, releasing my hold on his shirt. "I saw Megan's death." I explained the event of her death to the boys and a trickle of blood fell from my nose.

"Here." Todd handed me a tissue was his pocket and I pressed it to my leaking nose. "The eyes of the father was glowing red. I wondered if he encountered that red eyed shadow or something?" I asked myself out loud.  The boys froze in place and I stared at them. "What?" They explained their history with the red eyed demon and how they blasted it with one of Todd's many gadgets. "Okay this has been fun and all. Glad to know I'm not the only weird one but I'm going home." I stood up heading to the front door of the apartment and I was grabbed yet again but this time by Sal. "Why don't you just stay here? That way you're not at home by yourself?" I stared at the blue haired boy dumbfounded, "Dude. I just witnessed the life of a dead girl and you're telling me this freaky shadow creature was possessing the husband of Stacy Holmes, who might I add murdered his wife and child, and was haunting these apartments. And you want me to stay in this godforsaken apartments? You're out of your damn mind." "Look Kat I promise the apartments aren't as bad as it seems. Just a little rough around the edges." Sal spoke up again. I leaned in close his face, "Sal multiple murders happening under one building isn't 'rough around the edges' it's downright insanity. Honestly how is this place even still upright?"

"Aren't you curious about your special connection to the afterlife Kat?" Todd asked. I sat in silence for a moment before speaking up again, "Yes I'm curious but I doubt my answer will come from this place." Larry spoke up next, "Like we said, Todd's thingy took care of that thing a while back. We haven't seen the red eyed demon since." "Ever since we blasted the demon away the ghosts might've become more active since then, but we assure they're harmless." Sal stated. The room was silent for a long time while I thought over my options. Pleading looks coming from Sal and Larry as they silently begged me to stay. "Alright I'll take your word for it and hang around a while longer, but no more ghost encounters please." I said rubbing my fingers on the bridge of my nose.

The four of exited the room and got back in the elevators, Todd getting off on floor 2. "I'm gonna research up the psychic abilities and I'll let you know what I find." Todd flashed me a smile before heading down the hallway. "Gee thanks" I muttered. "How's the bleeding going?" Larry asked peering down at me. I pulled the tissue away from my nose waiting to see if I felt any more blood coming out. "I don't feel anything. Do you see any more blood?" I asked Larry. He grabbed my face and tilted it back to have a better look at my nose, due to his height. "Nah looks like it quit bleeding." He responded letting go of my chin. I pocketed the bloody tissue and the three of us arrived to the basement level.

We entered the apartment, me and Sal trailing behind Larry. Larry's mother sat at the stove cooking dinner. "Hey mom, I wanna introduce you to Kat." She looked up from whatever concoction she was mixing in her pot. Her eyes squinted as her lips curled up into a smile, "Hi Kat! I'm Lisa. Nice to meet you." She wiped her hands off on a hand towel before extending it out to shake. I grabbed her hand and shook it, "Nice to meet you Lisa." She turned to give the pot another stir before she spoke up again, "Are you Larry's girlfriend?" Me and the two boys choked at the question and Larry yelled out, "Mom! No she's not my girlfriend." I waved my hands in front of myself and spoke, "I don't think I know Larry enough to date him. He's really nice, but we're just friends!" Lisa raised her eyebrow up and smiled, "Oh so my little Lar-bear might have a chance in the future?" I snorted at the nickname earning a loud protest coming from Larry's mouth. "I'm just teasing kids." Lisa grinned. "Kat, Sal are you two staying for dinner?" Sal nodded his head explaining his dad was working late again and Lisa turned to me raising her eyebrow. "Oh I'd have to call my mom to see if that's okay. Do you have a phone I can borrow?" I asked. Lisa nodded and pointed in the direction of the land line and I walked to it to call mom.

I dialed the hospital number and a lady answered the phone, "Front desk, How can I help you?" "I need to speak to Cynthia Gordon-Williamson. This is her daughter, Kat." I spoke back into the phone. I was put on a brief hold before my mother's voice came through the other end, "Hi Kitty! Back from the park already?" "No. I ended up going to a friend's house who lives in the Addison Apartment. I was wondering if I could stay here and eat dinner with them?" There was a small pause on the other end before mom asked to speak with Lisa. I covered the handset with my hand before calling out to Lisa who was chatting with the boys. "Hey Lisa, mom wants to talk to you." Lisa wiped her hands on the hand cloth again before coming and taking the phone out of my hand. Her and my mother exchanged a few words before Lisa snapped her fingers at Larry, getting his attention. "Can you grab me a piece of paper and something to write with?" Larry nodded, entering his room and coming out with both items and handed them to Lisa. Lisa started writing stuff down and repeated the hospital number back into the phone for confirmation. "Don't worry Cynthia! Trust me I'll be more than happy to have her! Have a good day!" Lisa smiled into the phone before hanging up.

"Your mom asked if it would be okay for you to hang around here after school and I told her that would be fine. Anytime you want to come over you're more than welcome to come!" Lisa smiled at me. "Okay you three go keep yourselves busy and I'll let you know when dinner's ready!" The three us went into Larry's room, Larry reclining in his bean bag on the floor and me and Sal taking a seat on the couch. The boys began chatting about various things, me joining in every so often. Larry was excited to show me this band called 'Sanity's Fall' that he's been obsessed with and played their album on his stereo system, head banging to the beat. Sal joined in on the head banging and motioned for me to follow suit. I stood up and began head banging with the two boys, laughing at the stupidity of the three of us violently head banging to the incoherent screaming coming from Larry's stereo.

Head banging was fun, but doing it for too long makes me incredibly dizzy and lightheaded. I tried to grab the wall for support, but ended up losing my balance and falling to the floor laughing on my way down. The two boys stopped head banging and Larry turned the stereo down. "Kat are you alright!" Sal asked rushing to my side. I waved him off still giggling on the floor, "Yeah I'm alright. Just got dizzy." "Oh your hairpin fell loose." Sal pulled the hair pin out of my hair and pushed my bangs back before securing the pin in my hair. I smiled, "Thanks Sal." Sal offered me a hand to stand and I took it, him pulling me back to my feet. "How are the two of you not dizzy with all that head banging?" I asked, stumbling a little bit before grabbing ahold of the arm of the couch. Larry shrugged, "Been doing it for a while so I guess we're just used to it." I sat back on the couch, resting my head on my propped up arm, "Well you two have at it. I'm gonna take a breather!" The two boys nodded and both went back to head banging to the songs. I watched them adjusting my self on the couch so my arm rested on the arm rest, eyes slowly drifting close at my more noticeable tiredness.

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"Hey dude I think she fell asleep." Larry said to Sal noticing the purple haired girl slumped over on the couch. Her eyes closed, hair still messy due to head banging, and head resting on her forearm deep in sleep. The boys didn't understand how the girl fell asleep in the chaos that was taking place in Larry's room, but decided it would best not to disturb her. Larry turned the volume down on the stereo and sat back down in his bean bag chair, Sal sitting on the floor across from him. "That shit from earlier was crazy Sal. Like she just touched Megan's necklace and passed out. Shit nearly gave me heart attack." Larry spoke in soft whisper, glancing at Kat's sleeping form. Sal quietly nodded his head, "Yeah that whole situation was scary. I wonder if she's some sort of psychic?" "I thought psychics were people who saw into the future and shit. Not the past." Larry mumbled.   A knock at the door startled the two boys and Lisa popped her head in, "Hey kids! Dinner's ready." The two boys shushed Lisa and pointed at Kat on the sofa.

Everyone turned their attention to the couch, Kat sitting up and rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Oh you woke up." Sal muttered. Kat stretched her arms above her head and let out a yawn, "Yeah I woke up to the sound of the door opening." Lisa frowned, "Aw Kat I didn't mean to wake you. I was just letting the boys know that dinner was ready." Kat waved Lisa off before getting up off the couch, "Nah don't worry about it. I just needed a little nap." "Heh a Kat nap." Larry snickered, earning a slight laugh from her and Sal cringing at the pun. "Alright kids let's go eat." Lisa stated, the three kids following her to the kitchen table.

Lisa had prepared a lovely soup for dinner and everyone complimented it's delectable flavors. "Now boys I want you two to walk Kat back home after dinner." The sun had long set, so night settled in with crickets peacefully chirping in the distance. The two boys nodded their heads before setting their dishes in the sink alongside Kat. Kat waved goodbye to Lisa before following the two boys up the elevator and through the lobby. The walk back to Kat's was a peaceful one, everyone talking about random things that peaked their interest. "I'll see you two tomorrow!" Kat smiled unlatching the gate around the property. She stepped foot through the fence before turning around to face the boys, face frowning in thought. "I um," she murmured, gathering their attention again. "I had fun today guys. The first time in a long time... so um, thanks." She finished, adverting her gaze. Sal smiled under his mask, "No problem Kat. We had fun today as well." "Yeah, Kitty! Today was so much fun." Larry grinned earning an annoyed look from Kat. "Have a goodnight Sal and Lar-bear." Kat cooed before turning to walk down the pathway to her house. Larry yelled at her fleeting form, "Don't call me that!" Kat let out a small giggle before entering the house, locking the door behind her. Sal laughed at Larry's embarrassment before dragging the boy back to their apartments.

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I shut the door to the house before locking it behind me. The cool morning air causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up and head throb more than it already was. I turned to walk down the steps and was greeted by the three boys awaiting me at the gate, "Good morning Kat!" I muttered a quiet good morning to Sal before we made our walk back to Addison apartments. Larry peered down at me, "You feeling okay Kitty?" I nodded my head, "Yeah. Just didn't get much sleep last night, and my heads been pounding all morning." I looked up to Larry, "And please don't call me that in school or I'm gonna make sure to refer to as Lar-bear all day." He rubbed the back of his head, cheeks red in embarrassment, before calling a truce. "Did you have anymore out of body experiences again?" Todd asked. I shook my head, "No it was like an actual nightmare this time. My heads fuzzy just thinking about it, but I woke up at 2am freaking out and couldn't go back to sleep."

"You find anything about what's might be going on with me?" Todd shook his head, "I found some stuff, but I'd like to do a little more research on it." I nodded my head. We arrived back at Addison apartments, the bus arriving shortly after and the four of us piling on.

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My head rested against the cold lunchroom table, hood pulled over my aching head. Although I'd taken some medicine this morning which slightly helped my pounding headache, it was worn off by this point. "Kat are you sure you're alright?" Ashley asked. I gave her a thumbs up not moving my head up from the table. "I've already asked like 4 times to take her to the nurse, but she's stubborn as hell." Larry stated sitting to my left. After getting on this bus this morning, Larry slid in beside me instead of his usual spot with Sal. The three of us were confused at his actions, but let it be. I had doze off during the ride and had to be woken up by Larry, who asked if I wanted him to take me to the nurse, which I declined.

As we gathered to sit at lunch, Larry chose the vacant spot next to me and everyone started chatting. Due to my sleepless night and raging headache I forgot to pack my lunch this morning, so I had nothing to eat. I didn't think I'd be able to eat anything anyways since my head was pulsating. "Piss off Travis. We're not in the mood for your shit." Larry growled. I raised my head and looked behind me to see Travis standing directly behind me, a scowl across his lips. I don't know what that dude was planning, but it pissed him off that Larry had caught onto it. Travis scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Like I wanted anything to do with you flamers anyways." Travis walked back to his table and sat down, occasionally glancing at our table. "Wow it's like having my own personal guard dog." I muttered, smiling at Larry. "Dude, it's because you don't do anything. You just let him do whatever and then go about your merry way." Larry groaned. "Larry, just leave it be." Ash said causing another groan from Larry.

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"Kat, wake up." My eyes blinked at the aggressive shaking and I looked up to see Larry staring down at me from the bus aisle. "Come on Kat we're at the apartments." I nodded my head and grabbed my bag from the seat before following Larry off the bus. I walked down the cement pathway leading to the apartments. "Yo why you heading to the apartments and not home?" Larry asked. I stopped to turn and look at the guys, "Because you'd drag me back here anyways." I continued towards the building, slight chuckling coming behind me. We piled into the building, heading for the dreaded elevator. The clinking of the mail slot startled me and a voice called out to us. "Well good evening young sirs. Oh and you brought a guest! Nice to meet you!" I glanced back at the boys, eyebrows raised in confusion. "Hi Mr. Addison! This is Kat, she's a friend of ours." Sal spoke up to the man behind the door. I gave a small wave to the guy, not really in the mood for chatting.

As the boys and Mr. Addison chatted, I stared at the eyes that sat just behind the mail slot. A sense of uneasiness forming in the pit of my stomach. This man had an unsettling vibe about him, and I couldn't put my finger on it. His eyes glanced over and met my eyes, squinting ever so slightly as if a smile formed across his undetected lips. An oh so familiar sensation fell from my nose and I cursed under my breath tearing my eyes away from the door. "Shit Kat you're bleeding again." Larry rushed to my side, grabbing a tissue from Todd, and pressing it to my nose. "Geez I didn't notice." I muttered in sarcasm, grabbing the tissue from him. The boys muttered a goodbye to the man behind the door, Larry grabbing my arm and leading us to the elevator. "You need to sit down. You're clearly sick." Larry muttered. I glanced over my shoulder to see the mail slot still open and Mr Addison's gaze piercing into my soul sending a shiver up my back.

My head throb and I winced in pain, Larry placed his hand against my forehead, sucking in a breath at my temperature. "Kat, you're burning up!" The elevator doors opened and the four of us piled inside. "You know I did find something online about how you can sometimes feel sick after having an out of body experience." Todd stated, glancing at me. "That would've been nice to know earlier." I grimaced, gripping the handles in the elevator. "You really don't like elevators do you?" Sal asked, staring at my death grip. I shook my head, "I get motion sickness. Granted it's not as bad as it used to be, but being stuck in a moving contraption makes my skin crawl." "How the hell do you ride in cars then?" Larry asked. "Mom used to have to medicate me before we would drive, but like I said it's gotten better as I've gotten older. Now it's more or less the lack of trust in these death traps." I muttered, pulling the tissue from my nose and pressing it back down, feeling my nose still gushing blood.

The elevator doors opened and Todd got off waving us a farewell, "I promise I'll get back to you on any discoveries I make Kat." I did my best to muster up a smile, but I'm pretty sure it was a straight line. In all honesty, I was sick of the constant headaches and bloody noses. I needed Mr. Smarty-pants to hurry up and give me some answers to all this craziness that was happening to me. The doors closed and the three of us rode to the basement. My head was aching so bad at this point, the side of my vision turning white and ears ringing. It felt as if I was about to have a brain aneurysm. The doors opened and I stepped forward, ready to get out of this block of metal, feet staggering. My vision became a blur and I felt myself stumbling forward, Sal grabbed me by the shoulders, catching me. "Kat, are you alright?" His voice was muffled, it took me a few minutes to understand his words. I nodded my head letting out a breathless reply, "Never better."

The boys helped me to the apartment before placing me on the living-room couch. Forearms propped up against my knees, still holding the, now saturated, tissue to my nose. Sal quickly entered the bathroom before returning to my side with a roll of toilet paper. I muttered a quick, "thank you" tearing off some of the toilet paper and pressing it to my nose. "It won't stop." I groaned, head tilted down at ground. Larry grabbed my chin before abruptly lifting my head up towards the ceiling, the taste of iron running down my throat. I gagged at the taste, Larry forcefully holding my head in place. "Of course it's not going to stop and you keep your head facing down. What are you, an idiot?" I shot a glare at Larry, Sal yelling out at Larry's rather blunt remark, "Larry!" Sal shoved my head back down to the ground, "Dude she's gonna choke!" The two began to lightly bicker at the right way to handle a nose bleed, shoving my head every direction. I slapped both of their hands away before standing up and heading for the bathroom, stumbling along the way.

I shut the bathroom door and leaned my head over the sink letting the blood drip into the porcelain bowl. I turned the water on, running my hand under the water to check its temperature and began cupping the water in my hand, and rinsing my face off, watching the water turn various shades of red and down the drain. Thankfully after a while the bleeding stopped, and I dried my face off with the hand towel. Unfortunately my head was still in shambles and the room was spinning. I opened the bathroom door and was greeted with the two boys standing outside the door, faces full of worry. "What the hell are you two doing? Eavesdropping?" Sal rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "We just wanted to make sure you didn't fall or pass out." I nodded my head, the room around me still spinning and rested myself in the doorway.

The two lead me back to the couch and Larry put his hand to my forehead again, "Yeah dude, you totally have a fever." He left the room and returned a few minutes later with a thermometer, "Here open your mouth and put this under your tongue." "I know how a thermometer works Larry." I mumbled as he placed the device under my tongue. The device beeped after a few seconds and read '101.6°' Larry cussing under his breath in response. "Sally face stay here with her for a minute. I'm gonna go get mom." Sal nodded his head and the brunette left the apartment.

After a while, Larry returned with Lisa in tow, both immediately rushing to my side. Lisa felt my face, frowning at my temperature. She excused herself, grabbing a note off the refrigerator and picking up the landline pressing in a number. She spoke into the phone for a while before bringing the handset to me and handing it to me. "Hello?" I mumbled. Mom's voice rang from the other end, "Kitty! Lisa told me that you're not feeling good! What's going on?" "I'm fine mom. Just have a headache." "She told me that you're running a fever! Do you need me to come home?" I frowned, "No mom. You've only been at that place for like a week now. I'll be fine. I'm just going to go home and go to bed." "Oh no no no Kitty! You do not need to be home by yourself when you're sick!" Mom lectured, voice raising in pitch. "It's just a typical migraine mom. I'll be alright." I mumbled. "Will you put Lisa back on the phone?" I sighed and handed Lisa back the phone and watched them continue their conversation. I ran my hand through my head, frustrated at this entire situation. I don't tell my mom when I'm sick due to the simple fact she always worries.

Lisa muttered a few more words before hanging up the phone and coming back to the couch. "Your mom asked me if I was fine with you staying here until she got off work in the morning." Lisa spoke. My eyes widened in surprise and I glanced up at her. "I told her that it was fine with me, but I don't want you to feel like you have to. She did tell me that if you decided to go home to call her back and let her know, so she could head home early." I groaned at my two options. "I really don't want to intrude, but I really don't want her leaving early to take care of me." "Dude, it's fine we don't mind." Larry spoke, shoving his hands in his pockets. I scoffed, "Easy for you to say! This is your house!" "He's right Kat! You can stay here and rest on the couch. Your mom says she'd be here by 3:30 to get you." Lisa smiled. I buried my head in my hands, sighing loudly. I appreciated their kindness, I really did, but the feeling of being a burden weighed down heavy on my shoulders.

A soft hand on my shoulder made me look up to find Lisa squatted down in front of me. "Kat I assure you that you're not a burden. I meant what I said yesterday! You're always welcome to hang around here!" Tears pricked the corner of my eyes. My heart aching at her kindness, and jealousy rising in the pit of my stomach that Larry had such a loving mother to care for him. I nodded my head and muttered, "Fine I'll stay here." Lisa patted my thigh before getting up, "Alright sounds good. I'm gonna go find some pain medicine and something for you to sleep in!" Her figure retreating into her bedroom. "I should've warned you that mom's really nice. Honestly too nice." Larry grinned. I leaned back on the sofa nodding my head in agreement, "Yeah it would've been nice to know that beforehand."

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"Mom we get it! You can go back to work now!" Larry groaned at his mother's repeated instructions. Lisa smiled at the two boys in Larry's room before bidding farewell and leaving the apartment. After taking medicine and changing into some of Lisa's old clothes, Kat passed on the couch almost immediately. Lisa had told the boys not to bother the sleeping girl at all and to periodically check up on her. Lisa only had a few maintenance things to finish up on before she'd be set to come home for the night.

The boys sat in Larry's room talking over various things, stereo system playing but turned down as not to disturb Kat. "Do you really think she got sick from that encounter with Megan yesterday?" Sal asked. Larry shrugged his shoulders, " I dunno dude. This whole situation is weird." "I wish we had some answers to all of this." Larry nodded his head in agreement. "Should we go check on her?" Sal asked, standing up. Larry nodded and the two boys went in to the living-room, hovering over Kat's sleeping figure. Larry nudged Sal, "Dude is she breathing?" He whispered. Sal leaned in closer to get a better look in the dark. Kat's blue eyes piercing into Sal's, an annoyed expression across her face. Sal jumped back, yelling in surprise which caused Larry to yell as well. Kat sat up, grabbing her head in pain, "Will you two shut up?"

The two boys stopped mid yell staring at Kat, "You should've told us you were awake! You almost gave us a heart attack!" Larry whispered. Kat rolled her eyes, "I told you guys yesterday I wake up to the sound of the door opening." "What the hell were you two doing? Staring at me while I was sleeping. Creepy." She huffed, swinging her legs off the couch. "We just came to check on you!" Sal stammered. Kat stood up making her way to the bathroom, stopping to ruffle Sal's hair on the way. "Thanks for checking on me guys but I promise you I'm fine!" She entered the bathroom shutting the door behind her. After a while Kat exited the bathroom door before plopping back down on the couch, shorts riding up slightly. Larry flipped the overhead light on, causing the three to squint trying to adjust to the change in vision. "Geez Larry what are you doing?" Kat groaned. Larry grabbed the thermometer from the side table and held it up to Kat's mouth. Reluctantly, Kat opened her mouth and waited to hear the beep, Larry pulling the thermometer out of her mouth checking the reading. '99.1°' Larry sighed, "Well at least your fever is going down." He placed his palm on her forehead, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "You feel a lot better though."

While Larry was checking Kat's temperature, he found himself aimlessly looking around before he noticed some discoloration on Kat's leg. A long scar that started further up her leg and ended just above her knee adorned her leg. Smaller scars dancing around the much larger one. Kat, noticing the unwanted attention, pulled her shorts down trying her best to cover it. This however was noticed by Larry who had front row seats to gawk at it. "Geez Kat what the hell happened to your leg?" Sal mentally facepalmed at Larry's direct question, remembering his straightforwardness when first encountering him. "Larry!" Sal hissed. "What?" The brunette asked, confused. "I really don't want to talk about it." Kat muttered, adverting her eyes from two and pulling down further on her shorts. Larry's eyes widened and he stammered out an apology, "Shit Kat! I'm sorry! Change of subject, how are you feeling?" Kat smiled at him, "It's fine. I know it's a pretty gnarly scar." "That shit is kick ass!" Larry stated, earning a laugh from Kat. "Thanks Lar-bear." Kat cooed causing Larry to groan. "And I feel a lot better. I'm still tired as hell though." She yawned.

"Try to get some more sleep Kitty." Kat recoiled at the used of her nickname, before nodding her head and lying back down. The two boys made their way back to Larry's room and Larry flipping the switch, the living-room becoming dark yet again. "Goodnight Kat." Sal whispered. Kat muttered a quick goodnight back before drifting back off into a peaceful slumber.