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[pineappical]

honey honey, how you thrill me, aha

[phlurrii]

Analysis time

First off: Marked in green, the Red chain. Used in DPPt and PLA to contain the spacetime trio.

Cool blue looking diamonds (marked in orange). Probably Dialga. Has the whole Diamond motif and all that.

Red arrow points to something, Might be Palkia's pearl, Could also be Giratina, or Phosphor's eye.

I hope you like the silly edit, I did pretty well for the like 15 minutes it took.

That's a whole-ass human fist. damn.

This scene is probably a snapshot of the Bucket rescue.

also, more mega meau.

Kind of different direction. the Diamonds look like PNG's here which amuses me greatly.

I've NO clue what this is about though. Teefsers tho.

Something is screeching here. Is neon blue, so probably Noe

Neck is crooked here. Obviously after the axe disaster. It might also be after the Palkia kill. Which would explain why Noe is tied up.

Giovanni's kid, Silver, here. With what looks like a Quilava.

Bingo, red chain is used to keep Noe secured and unable to skitter~

Blue diamonds are indeed dialga’s attack! Based off his in game from Legend’s Arcues iirc!

The eye is also Dialga’s… but why oh why would he chain lil Noe up ;>

Edit is phenomenal, 11/10, I did indeed snort.

That scene is indeed a snapshot of bucket’s rescue! Featuring the proper redesign of Meau’s Mega form! (Ya’ll now see why she got that random ref update for it, had to redesign it for this particular scene X3)

Diamond was painted as in singular, then copy and pasted them with distort for the right angles. I did not have the time or energy to make them look better after I had poured hours into researching how the frick to paint them in the first place…. Ya’ll don’t know the amount of things I had to learn to draw for these two updates =w=

I’ll give away that scene with his teefers, Missingno. was forced to watched to what happened to Bucket and Meau’s attempted rescue. Hence why he never appeared there to help himself and only came later! And yes, his neck is defo still crooked ;3

Last scene is actually @loupy-mongoose Jamie! I had permission to have them Cameo months ago, but updates took very long to get out X3

Though Silver is my favourite Pokémon character, so he still may appear yet.

[disappearinginq]

Fic Writer asks: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 12 and 25?

the last sentence you wrote Technically, 3 sentences, because they don't make a lot of sense without context: “You moved the fucking river!” Jamie shouted, grabbing John by the front of his jacket and shoving him against the wall. “You moved the river - this is your fault! What the fuck is the matter with you - don’t you ever think more than three seconds in front of you?! You could’ve killed him, he almost died, he still could - because you never fucking think.”

2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring Ugghhh....a lot? Currently tooling around with my own characters, but in fandom - Bobby Nash, Will Trent, Jamie and Kayce Dutton, and Charlie Hudson (only the most recently opened documents)

3. how do you feel about your current wip?

Which one? I tend to work on so many because one or more will just wind up irritating me with something or another, I'll get stuck, and rather than not write anything at all, I'll just start something new. Right now though - irritated at all of them because THEY WILL NOT WRITE THEMSELVES AND THAT IS TERRIBLY RUDE.

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet Given I literally just mentioned as mostly a fever dream to @amandagaelic - a modern crossover between Yellowstone, Bonanza, and Big Valley, because I love westerns in almost every shape and form, and I think it would be funny as fuck if Victoria Barkley slapped the shit out of John Dutton for how he treats his children, and Adam, Jamie, and Jarrod would hit it off well being The Brains of the Operations, and I think The Spicy Younger Siblings Heath, Little Joe, and Kayce would be hilarious. And probably dangerous. But mostly funny.

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP Some of these are just hilarious out of context:

"One hundred percent real birds." - 9-1-1 Bobby and Buck Mistaken for Related fic

“You know, that game for kids - you get your own whiteboard and you have to draw pictures that will make your teammate guess the clue you have.” - Will Trent fic dealing with aphasia

They were used to close quarters, working and living with one another day in and day out, 365 days of the year, but there was a difference when you were cold, wet, and miserable. - Yellowstone fic where Kayce is caught in a flash flood

“Would you like it in Spanish? No. How about German? Nein. French? Non. It’s not happening. It can’t be done. Do you have any idea how many people have died trying to do it?” - Next chapter of Consequences for Deception

12. a trope you’re really into right now

I was actually discussing this again with @amandagaelic - a trope that I seem to use a lot is problems with communications. Either a character can't talk, won't talk, shouldn't talk - but I seem to like forcing them into other ways of communicating rather than just spoken.

The other trope is "I'm so fucking mad at source material because this could be brilliant BUT YOU RUINED IT AND NOW I HAVE TO FIX IT". :-D I think most hurt/comfort/whump writers have a really specific trope they like, like above all others, but I really like them all. Or, one where it's Found Family not Romantic Interest that is the one that helps them out.

25. Besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

Oof. I actually rehomed my horses, so that's one hobby down. Photography, cooking, gardening, and crocheting. Tried the knitting thing, and no me gusta. It takes forever even if I like the end product a smidge more. Gardening - every time I'm left alone, I wind up with a new garden. And I always have something poisonous growing in them. I have like...nine aconite/monkshood plants that grow almost six feet tall, henbane, foxglove, poppies, datura, etc. I don't like people picking my flowers. Photography - we have a running joke about. My sister goes on vacation with me and comes back with 900 photos. I come back with 5000+ and that's not even a joke. Cooking - not to be compared to baking - I love because food is delicious, and I like trying new things all the time.

[mikeartblogyear3]

Week 3 •••

Uncertainty is in me, I still have no clue where these sketches are taking me. All I want to do is just stay in the soft gradient space.

Nothing makes sense in it, but I still want to try and work on it, try to find a way to build a home for it. But I find it suffocating. I crave more connections.

I was thinking about creating the perspective of someone looking through a telescope and spotting something they shouldn’t have. I also wanted to explore space more and design something that is more enterable.

As I went along with it the thought of our surroundings became prevalent. Like how we shift internally depending on our settings/the people we surround ourselves with. This shadow creature has been lost in this maze for too long and I guess it now accepts its surroundings no longer as a maze and now possibly home. I’ve been thinking about what I surround myself with, who I am depending on the people I work it, where I live, etc. It turned into a strange/dark feeling when I realised that it isn’t fixed and I have the power to shift myself into different surroundings. Now becoming a question of ‘why don’t I’.

Any yet I keep myself chained to these drawings.

Continuity for this work, I want to place it in the centre of something much larger and then see if the dialogue changes. will it weaken the piece or give it emphasis?

Study/ Research:

I started researching miniaturist artists, and through articles I came across Persian Miniaturists.

**

The most important function of miniature was illustration. It gave a visual image to the literary plot, making it more enjoyable, and easier to understand. Miniature developed into a marriage of artistic and poetic languages and obtained a deep and sincere accordance with poetry.

In the 14th Century, there were enlightening and romantic works by Amir Khosroe Dehlavi, Khajoo Kermani, Hafez, and Kamal Khodjandi. While the 15th Century was the time for the many faceted poet Jami, who wrote the seven epic poems called "Haft Owrang"(The Seven Thrones or Ursa Major). His poetry embraced all the different categories of preceding literature. This great wealth of inspiring literature gave rise to the emergence of many important miniature schools, each with its own unique style, creating a great diversity of paintings. It was through these schools that miniature painting achieved its splendid development both in Iran and central Asia. Three of the most influential schools were in Shiraz, Tabriz, and Herat.

**

How they are designed is so fascinating, it’s so alive but doesn’t concern itself with adhering to a firm realism. It’s more about the conversation and the space.

I want to create more conversation in my work. Having pieces talk to one another and not treat them like various shades of grey.

[mike-bethurem-art]

Week 3

Uncertainty is in me, I still have no clue where these sketches are taking me. All I want to do is just stay in the soft gradient space. 

Nothing makes sense in it, but I still want to try and work on it, try to find a way to build a home for it. But I find it suffocating. I crave more connections. 

I was thinking about creating the perspective of someone looking through a telescope and spotting something they shouldn’t have. I also wanted to explore space more and design something that is more enterable. 

As I went along with it the thought of our surroundings became prevalent. Like how we shift internally depending on our settings/the people we surround ourselves with. This shadow creature has been lost in this maze for too long and I guess it now accepts its surroundings no longer as a maze and now possibly home. I’ve been thinking about what I surround myself with, who I am depending on the people I work it, where I live, etc. It turned into a strange/dark feeling when I realised that it isn’t fixed and I have the power to shift myself into different surroundings. Now becoming a question of ‘why don’t I’. 

Any yet I keep myself chained to these drawings. 

Continuity for this work, I want to place it in the centre of something much larger and then see if the dialogue changes. will it weaken the piece or give it emphasis? 

Study/ Research: 

I started researching miniaturist artists, and through articles I came across Persian Miniaturists. 

**

The most important function of miniature was illustration. It gave a visual image to the literary plot, making it more enjoyable, and easier to understand. Miniature developed into a marriage of artistic and poetic languages and obtained a deep and sincere accordance with poetry.

In the 14th Century, there were enlightening and romantic works by Amir Khosroe Dehlavi, Khajoo Kermani, Hafez, and Kamal Khodjandi. While the 15th Century was the time for the many faceted poet Jami, who wrote the seven epic poems called "Haft Owrang"(The Seven Thrones or Ursa Major). His poetry embraced all the different categories of preceding literature. This great wealth of inspiring literature gave rise to the emergence of many important miniature schools, each with its own unique style, creating a great diversity of paintings. It was through these schools that miniature painting achieved its splendid development both in Iran and central Asia. Three of the most influential schools were in Shiraz, Tabriz, and Herat.**

How they are designed is so fascinating, it’s so alive but doesn’t concern itself with adhering to a firm realism. It’s more about the conversation and the space. 

I want to create more conversation in my work. Having pieces talk to one another and not treat them like various shades of grey. 

[raenparade]

weekly update #3 - 27/02/23

A surprisingly productive week! Ended up with what I think was an ear infection, and that made me feel incredibly dizzy for most of the week! By the time it cleared up mostly it was the weekend, and I didn’t want to make myself feel worse by staring at a screen for ages.

I did want to do some more character designs for Jamie and JJ, more specifically outfit variations, but I didn’t really get around to that. 

I did board, though, something a lot more polished than I’ve done before! Feboardary is coming to an end and while I do wish I’d taken part a bit more I’m very proud of the growth I’ve had over this last month. 

There were a few goals I had in mind with my next ‘scene’ - I wanted to polish it, so Jamie and JJ would be recognisable as themselves and not just weird abstractions - I also gave myself a time limit of 20 seconds, to make this polishing easier to accomplish. I picked the prompt ‘Confrontation’ as I felt this was a pretty apt word that fit into my story. 

Obviously the confrontation would be between Jamie and JJ, but I did tweak how this played out a few times. 

In last week’s update post I showed this sketch as a part of a bunch of doodles I’d done, and I thought this would be a good foundation for my ‘confrontation’ - Set not long after JJ crashes and is most likely pulled from some rubble by Jamie and brought back to the research station. 

Initially I thought about having some dialogue, with some snippets of it shown above. I quickly abandoned this idea to make sure I didn’t spend all my time worrying about a script instead of boarding. 

There were a few dialogue snippets in my first round of boards, in which I had JJ waking up after the crash, but I felt this would already make it span long past 20 seconds, and that’s not what I wanted. 

I did start to board this iteration, too, but again - it was just too long! If I made the frames shorter it would be far too choppy, however I was determined to keep it at 20 seconds. 

Back to the drawing board I went:

I thought I might try and attempt some action, with JJ catching Jamie off guard, since they’d definitely feel threatened after being locked up without any clue as to what’s going on - but honestly I just don’t think I’m at the level to do this yet! I also didn’t know how to make it not feel so clunky, my time constraint looming over me more than anything else.

Bonus Storyboard Pro warm-up doodles! 

But I boarded! My roughs took me around two and a half hours, with the cleans taking over six. 

I really like my roughs, as I think my confidence is peaking through a lot more now that I’m getting more and more used to how Storyboard Pro functions. I do think my movements were a bit repetitive, with Jamie moving his head around a fair amount, and I didn’t incorporate any camera action this time around but that was to not overcomplicate things for myself further down the line. 

And here’s my final animatic! 20 seconds long, coloured in mostly greyscale to give it more depth, and with Jamie and JJ actually being present! This took so, so long. I realised halfway through that I wasn’t liking the brush I’d switched over to, and should’ve just used the same brush I used for my roughs. I also started to feel myself getting too neat with my strokes? Sure, these had to be cleaner than the last, but I still thin I could’ve saved a lot of time remembering to not be so neat. 

While I didn’t get around to focusing on more outfits or other character design aspects for Jamie and JJ, I do want to spend the upcoming week expanding the world of The Sword that Splits Us, so maybe I can smush the two together!

[midnightmusings-et-moi]

First time with all 3 marauders? Just pure wholesome smut

NSFW

a/n: I got kinda excited and wrote a kinda long piece so I’ll consider this a fic rather than a blurb ; regardless I hope you like it!

You were laying back on the scarlet, plush bed, heart racing and skin flushed as you stared at the ceiling in anticipation. This was the first time you’d done anything remotely sexual , let alone the fact that it was with all three of your boyfriends — not a usual situation in the normal world so you had no clue what to expect.

“Darling, eyes on me” you heard Remus’ voice sound out as he lightly pushed your chin down to look at him, “Need to make sure you’re okay.” James was sitting at the end of the bed drawing soothing circles into your calf and Sirius was beside you leaning against the headboard, your right hand in his.

All three boys were clad in solely their sweatpants and you only in your panties. “Are you completely sure, pup?” Sirius said, his eyes searching for any hesitation and within his dark irises you saw a fire of lust igniting. You nodded slowly, groaning desperately at the new side to Sirius as you pushed yourself up on your elbows to steal a kiss from the raven haired boy.

He dodged your lips, “use your words” he said sternly restraining your wrists and pinning you down on the bed. The way his eyes kept darting from your lips, to your bare breasts and back to your lips made arousal pool between your legs, but you couldn’t help but whine at the bruising grip he had on your wrists.

“Uh uh, pads, be nice it’s her first time” Remus reprimanded, causing Sirius to loosen his grip and meet your lips with a sweet kiss. You tasted fire whisky in his mouth and a hint of liquorice wands as he pushed his tongue to dance against yours. He didn’t need words to prove just how much he loved you and in that moment you knew you were making the right decision ; giving yourself to the three boys that meant more to you than the entire world.

You felt a pair of lips pepper kissed on your neck and as you brought your hand up to tangle in his hair, you recognized the soft brown locks of James. He sucked on the spot where your neck met your shoulder, eliciting a moan from you, which Sirius swallowed. The two boys kissed and worshipped every inch of you as the lycanthrope stroked your messy hair and focused on your body language making sure you weren’t too over whelmed.

“Please I need more…please” your voice was low and shy ; you had never voiced out your carnal needs before and even hinting at what you wanted rouged your cheeks. The three boys chuckled at your embarrassed state. “Aww princess don’t be shy, how are we supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell us” the bespectacled boy remarked sweetly rubbing his thumb on your heated cheek.

“I mean honestly prongs, the way she’s soaking through her underwear makes it pretty obvious” Sirius said with a hint of mockery, winking at you. You rolled your head into the pillow, going tomato red. “I was only joking, pup, in fact you look absolutely marvellous splayed out on this bed. We can’t wait to treat you like the princess you are and make you feel good. Tonight is about you.”

Your heart warmed at his words and emboldened you enough to meet his eyes and place a kiss on his cheek. “I’m ready” you simply stated taking a deep breath and nodding at the boys. The sandy haired boy reached down to place kisses on your forehead, rubbing your sides up and down to ease you up before making his way down to your mounds which he gently palmed. “Rem” you breathed out as he took a bud between his teeth.

You expressed your enthusiasm by rolling your hips up into him, making him smirk against your skin. “Impatient are we?” He chuckled before kissing his way down to your abdomen before looking up at you, a silent question. Nodding your consent, you searched for Sirius’ hand which you clutched in anticipation. Remus pulled off your cotton panties and spread your legs apart to reveal your glistening cunt, the sight making him groan in appreciation.

He decided not to tease you any longer and brought his long fingers to trace light circles on your swollen clit. The sensation sent tendrils of pleasure through you like electric shocks. Your back arched off the bed as the boy continued to circle the nub, picking up the pace with every second, but going relatively slow as not to overwhelm you.

Erotic sounds which none of them had heard before fell from your parted lips , making the boys impossibly hard — seeing your body react to the slightest of touches was enough to make them cum in their pants.

“I’m gonna enter a finger into you to prep you alright darling?” Remus asked.

“Yes” you eagerly nodded. He stroked your clit one last time before dragging one of his digits down to your hole where he garnered the wetness. He pushed in his long, slender finger, curling it upwards immediately hitting your spot. Body jolting upwards, you gasped at the sudden sensation of pleasure. He then pushed in another, pumping in and out, stretching you out enough to take their cocks.

Just when you felt like you were going to cum, you grasped Remus’ wrist. “I want-..um I’m ready now to you know”. The boys smiled sweetly at your innocence and inability to use lewd language. They thought it to be very endearing.

“Who do you want, love?” He questioned. You looked at all three of them, finding it hard to make a decision. “Jamie. I want you” you finally decided. Even though you adored and trusted each of them equally, it just felt right to have James be the first one.

The bespectacled boy smiled at you and placed a kiss on your hip bone. “I’m all your’s.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, eyes glassy in nervous, yet excited anticipation. You were still holding Sirius’ hand, your’s clammy and sweaty but that didn’t seem to bother him as he held onto to it, thumb rubbing slowly against the delicate skin reassuringly. Remus placed a chaste kiss on your cheek as he stroked your forehead to lightly brush away the strands of hair that had stuck to the damp skin.

Then James pushed in. He slowly pushed in the tip, eyes locked on your’s searching for any discomfort before continuing. He groaned at how wet and tight you were, but forced himself to focus on you and only you. So far so good, so you nodded an agreement to continue and he did. He thrust in all at once in an attempt, to not prolong the pain and he stilled there as you hissed out at the stinging sensation. He was big, you could definitely feel your walls stretching out to accommodate his thickness. The pain wasn’t unbearable but definitely present. Your grip on Sirius’ hand tightened as you moved around a bit so that you could acclimate yourself to the new sensation. He squeezed back in reassurance.

“You alright?” Remus asked. You nodded before thrusting your hips out and back onto James’ shaft causing him to moan out in surprise and pleasure. He took it from there by lightly gripping your hips and pushing in and out of you into a steady rhythm. Your head fell back into Remus’ chest as the pain quickly turned to pure ecstasy with the way James’ cock filled you up. You could feel his girth enclosed snug against your tight walls and his spongy head rubbing up against your g spot just right.

The brunette boy threw his head back as he picked up the pace, grunting each time your hips met with his, filling you to the hilt. “You’re doing amazing pup” Sirius remarked, bringing his hand down to toy with your clit. “Mhm look so sexy like this” Remus added, sucking on your neck.

The way the boys were speaking and the stimulation on your core was enough for you to be brought to the very edge and it just took one look at where James and you were connected to teeter off the cliff and succumb to the most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced. Your body rocked with pleasure as you grasped onto anything you could as if your life depended on it. The sensation was all consuming and better than anything you could have ever imagined.

James followed close after you, your walls clenching around him causing him to fill you with his cum.

Once you had come down from your high, you opened your eyes to look be met with the sight of all three boys, gazing fondly at you, awe struck by the fact that you were a literal goddess. You giggled at them before pulling them all down on you — they were crushing your body but you didn’t mind as you pulled them three into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much. I love you so much”.

“We love you too” they all replied peppering you in kissed, and tickling you causing an eruption of laughter. “Okay let’s clean you up” James said heading to the bathroom after pulling on his pants. “Yes, how about a movie now?” Remus suggested. Your eyes lit up with excitement, “that sounds great”

“I’ll get the snacks” Sirius said, racing to pull chocolate out of Remus’ trunk causing the lycanthrope to shake his head in mock disappointment before getting up to give you one of his t shirts. You couldn’t have asked for a better night.

[evermoreholland]

BOLD IT - PERSONALITY TAG

Bold or color the statements that are true for you and then tag 7 people!

APPEARANCE:

I am 5′7″ or taller | I wear glasses | I have at least one tattoo | I have at least one piercing | I have blonde hair | I have brown eyes | I have short hair | My abs are at least somewhat defined | I have had braces | There is something I would change about the way I look

PERSONALITY:

My Hogwarts house is: Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Slytherin (no clue what these are) | I am an introvert | I like meeting new people | People tell me that I’m funny | Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me | I enjoy physical challenges | I enjoy mental challenges | I’m playfully rude with people I know well | I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it | There is something I would change about my personality.

ABILITY:

I can sing well | I can play an instrument | I can do over 30 pushups without stopping | I’m a fast runner | I can draw well | I have a good memory | I’m good at doing math in my head | I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute | I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling | I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch | I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports *some of them* | I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else or was | I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else or was | I have learned a new song in the past week | I work out at least once a week | I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months | I have drawn something in the past month | I enjoy writing  | Fandoms are my #1 passion | I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss | I have had alcohol | I have scored the winning goal in a sports game | I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting | I have been at an overnight event | I have been in a taxi | I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year | I have beaten a video game in one day | I have visited another country | I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIP:

I’m in a relationship | I have a celebrity crush | I have a crush on someone I know | I have been in at least 3 relationships | I have never been in a relationship | I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them | I get crushes easily | I have had a crush on someone for over a year | I have been in a relationship for at least a year | I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a best friend | I live close to my school (if you’re in school) | My parents are still together | I have at least one sibling | I live in the United States | There is snow right now where I live | I own at least 15 CDs | I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced | I know a person named Jamie | I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce | I have dyed my hair | I’m listening to one song on repeat right now | I have broken a bone | I have eaten a waffle today | I know what I want to do with my life | I speak at least 2 languages fluently | I have made a new friend in the past year

Tagging: @fallinfortom @t-holland2080 @halfblood-princess-505 @unsaidholland @parkeret @parkersbliss @kelieah

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Prompt: A woman of substance.

It Does My Heart Good: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Brianna neatly fanned a sheaf of papers across the desk in John Grey’s study, and turned to a fresh page in her notebook.

“All right. Tell me everything you remember about her.”

Jamie raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I could go on for hours, lass. She was my first love - my only love, if ye can believe it.”

Brianna smiled. “I want to know all about that, too. It - it’s a great comfort to know that I come from love.”

Jamie set down his tumbler of whisky and reached across the table, taking his daughter’s hand. “You come from the greatest, most powerful love that could ever be felt on God’s earth, a nighean. Your mother and I - we shared a soul.” He swallowed. “God help me - I’ve never stopped loving her. And I won’t lie to ye - I’m deathly afraid that even if we do find her, she’ll have….moved on. Married another man.”

“Even if she did - there can be no way she forgot you.”

He sighed deeply. “I’m no’ saying it would be accidental - it would be deliberate. I gave her such joy, and then we shared such pain.”

She squeezed his hand. “Why did she come to Glasgow to begin with?”

“She was an exchange student at the University of Glasgow. She was studying here in Boston - Harvard. Pre-med. She had an opportunity to study abroad for a year, to continue her studies in the UK.”

“I didn’t know she was at Harvard.” Still holding her father’s hand, she scribbled a few words in the notebook.

Jamie’s eyes widened. “Ye’re left-handed, lass?”

Brianna looked up. “I am.”

He swallowed. “So am I.”

She smiled. “I’m glad to know it. Was Claire left-handed, too?”

“No - she’s right-handed. Though I do remember her saying that her mother had been left-handed.”

Brianna wrote that down, too. “Did she ever tell you the names of her parents?”

“Her father’s name was Henry, I remember that. Her mother - I canna remember her name. She rarely spoke of them. They were killed in a car crash when she was five.”

Brianna set down her pen and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. “That’s so sad.”

“Aye - she had to be very strong from such a young age. She was an only child. And because I had lost my own Mam so young, too - it bound us together.”

“But who raised her?”

“Ah. Her father’s brother - Uncle Lamb. I dinna ken if that is a nickname, a first name, or a surname. But I do ken he was a professor at Harvard. Either archaeology or anthropology. She grew up following him around on digs. He loved her very much, and cared for her. Encouraged her to follow her passions.”

Brianna took up her pen and wrote this down. “This is great - really, really great. Was he still alive when you knew Claire?”

“He was. He would write her letters every week, and I remember a few times when I’d come to her dormitory to see her, she’d be on the telephone in the lobby, speaking wi’ him.” Jamie paused, eyes unfocused, lost in his memories. “From what she told me, he was quite eccentric. As far as I know he never married, or had children of his own. But he loved Claire, more than anything.”

“I wonder if he knew about me.”

Jamie’s eyes focused on Brianna. “Oh, he must have. When Claire left Glasgow to return to Boston, her plan was to live with Uncle Lamb until you were born. She - she felt safe wi’ him. She knew he would care for her. And I’d bet any amount of money that he was there when you were born, and helped her care for you until you went to live wi’ the Greys.”

“He sounds like an amazing man.”

Jamie nodded. “I always wish that I could have met him. To thank him for raising Claire, of course - but more importantly, to thank him for caring for her, and for you, when I couldn’t.”

Brianna scribbled down another note. “So - if Claire was a pre-med student at Harvard, and she returned to Boston in the spring…”

“She returned on April the 16th,” Jamie interjected. “She was five months along wi’ you. I went wi’ her to the airport.” He sighed. “The worst day of my life. Much worse than being in prison.”

Brianna watched him in silence, processing his memories.

“We had met in the University’s medical clinic. I’d been in a fight wi’ some lads, and my shoulder was out of joint. She fixed it. And the last time I saw her, she tried to make a joke. She…she told me to mind my shoulder.” Tears raced down his cheeks. “I didn’t laugh, and she didn’t either. But that’s so typical of her - wanting to draw attention away from herself. Taking care of others.”

“Do you think she finished her studies?”

“Oh, I’m certain of it. I’m certain she graduated from Harvard with flying colors, and then went on to medical school. By the grace of God, I hope she’s had a verra successful career.” He rubbed at his eyes. “Caring for others - healing others - that was her calling in life. And I ken she would have been the best mother. But I’m sure ye understand why that didna come to pass.”

“I do.” She squeezed his hand. “I really do. I’m so, so happy to learn about her from you. How she’s a true woman of substance.”

“That, and a lot of other things.” He cleared his throat. “What else can I help ye with? Do ye ken her birthday and such?”

“I do - it’s on my birth certificate. When I contacted the adoption agency, they gave me all the papers in my file. It wasn’t very extensive - my birth certificate, my medical evaluation when I was eight weeks old. A log of all the notes and photographs my parents sent the agency over the years, to pass along to Claire.” She sighed. “The file also indicated that the agency had lost contact with her many years ago. They provided the last address on file for her - but it was a post office box. Not traceable.”

“Mmphmm.” Jamie sipped his whisky. “I brought wi’ me the picture she sent me of you as a baby, and I kept the envelope wi’ her return address. Though she must be long gone from there by now. I dinna ken how useful this information I’ve given ye will be. But maybe it’s a start?”

“Oh, definitely! Just knowing she was at Harvard, that her uncle was at Harvard, and her father’s name - those are huge, huge clues. Mom’s sister works at Harvard - through her, we can find someone who can help us find the right records.”

“That’s wonderful, Brianna. I - I canna tell ye how proud I am of you. That you would care enough to find me - and then to bring me here. I - I feel so honored. Me - a rough-and-tumble Glaswegian, a criminal, a - ”

“Nonsense. You’re none of that. You’ve done many things in your life - but that’s all in the past. And don’t forget, you made good choices, too. You chose Claire. And the two of you chose me.”

“Aye, I suppose we did.” He sat up a bit straighter in his chair. “Do ye think we can call yer Mam’s sister in the morning?”

[asgardianthot]

Hunting Season (sambucky) - Part 4

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A/N: ello :) I hope you’re all safe and sound, and I hope you’re surviving quarantine. Here’s an angsty update for you to enjoy! 

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Day 3.

The morning had prepared for the happy couple an hour of kayaking. Bucky got his tired ass to the lake with the least amount of motivation possible, for he had spent a sore night. The idea of Brock Rumlow spending the night in that house had his bones rattling. Sam, on his part, couldn’t blame him; Brock only stayed there when the two were an item, so the fact that he was tagging along indefinitely had ‘ill intentioned’ written all over it. Bucky’s theory was that Brock probably thought he was gonna crash the lunch party and win him over again, stay the night at their old bed instead of a small guest room downstairs.

On the bright side of matters, Sam and Bucky were still the only ones to have a hunting clue. The envelope that had fallen out of the Viktor Frankl book had a hand-written note, specifically placed there by Nana. It read as following: If you found this clue, congratulations, you have a brain. Frankl was more than just a man in search for meaning: he was a neurologist and a psychiatrist, as well as a philosopher. It’s not hard to guess why my husband was obsessed with him. Now find out more about the author and try to guess what else he and Theodore had in common. You’ll know where to look.

Those words meant absolutely nothing to Sam, but it made some sense to Bucky. All they had to do was research about the author of the book and find a connection, for now. The rest would be a problem for later.

Right now, meaning at that very exact moment, Sam’s problem was kayaking.

“Okay, so what now?” he asked Bucky, holding the paddles like they were going to hurt him.

The second the word ‘kayak’ had been brought up when discussing future activities, Sam knew he would make a fool out of himself, for it was something he had never done, while the rest of the guests had been practicing every summer since they bought the damn house. Still, he put on his swimsuit and showed up. For Bucky. They were the ones closest to the lakeside, as Bucky was still teaching Sam, meanwhile the other Barnes were already paddling away or messing around in circles, as they prepared for a race.

“Now, you kayak.” Bucky replied simply, which earned a death glance from Sam.

He was already having enough trouble adjusting to the new sport, which left him with little to no patience. Fortunately, Bucky pitied him and laughed as he moved to the front seat, agreeing to help.

“Okay, wait,” he grunted as he struggled to accommodate behind Sam, “let me help you.”

Sam felt the warm pressure of Bucky’s chest against his back without any type of warning, and flinched a little. He could feel the drops of water that hadn’t dried out in Bucky’s skin stick to his own, and it sent shivers down his spine. He decided to believe the shivers were caused by the startling feeling of water droplets.

“You’re holding it wrong.” James explained as he took the paddles from Sam’s hand.

Wilson rolled his eyes, “Of course I am.”

“Someone’s cranky.” Bucky remarked, “Didn’t sleep well?”

Sam thought hard about that one. As a matter of fact, he had woken up plenty of times during the night, only to find Bucky struggling to catch his own sleep next to him. The situation was weird as it was, so Sam pretended to miss it.

“You kick your feet a lot.” Sam lied.

“There’s always the divan.” Bucky reminded him.

“Will you shut up about the damn divan? No one should sleep in anything called like that.”

However, the ridiculous discussion came to an end when Bucky managed to get Sam to paddle correctly.

“That’s about the hang of it.” he congratulated him before turning his body and dropping it into the water.

The water barely reached his chest, so he stood there in waits for Sam who accomplished his goal of successfully kayaking away.

“Now come back to me.” Bucky instructed his apprentice, “Turn.”

Watching him swirl the canoe so concentrated, Bucky couldn’t help but find him slightly adorable. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t seen Sam learn something like that before, but it definitely was a good look on him. A smile creeped up his face, however, it didn’t last long. Soon enough, his ears picked up on a conversation behind him. He saw that uncle Milo was talking to Brock, and he only then figured they probably had been the entire time, which made him feel observed and, most of all, uncomfortable. Bucky was so distracted by the interaction that he almost didn’t see Sam returning to him, but he noticed right on time to stop the tip of the kayak before it hit him.

He shook it off by shooting a smile in Nana’s direction.

“Sure you don’t wanna hop in the water, Nana?” he messed with the woman who looked over everyone from her chair.

“I want another drink, sweetheart.” She messed with him back.

Bucky winked at her and returned his attention to the fake boyfriend, who seemed a lot more comfortable with the sport. They most likely wouldn’t win the race, but at least Sam wouldn’t feel bad for sucking at it.

“You know what?” Nana’s voice was loud and clear this time, which got everyone’s attention, “First one to get me a drink gets a clue."

The bold statement was followed by hesitant glances. Most of the family exchanged weird looks, none of them sure of how to proceed.

"Is she for real?" Bucky said, frowning.

Then, cousin Colin jumped to the water from where he was paddling, and started swimming towards land. Rebecca went second. Bucky and Sam were quick to notice how they were the ones closest to the lakeside, which didn’t make it seem like Nana was unbiased. If anything, it made the couple look like the favorites. Alas, Bucky and Sam climbed onto land fast, hearing people rush across the water behind them, until they heard a scream.

As they both turned towards the noise, they saw Rebecca slapping her hand around, swallowing water, and barely managing to yell the word ‘cramp’.

Bucky dove back on the water to save her. Literally. As Sam awaited kneeling on the shore, he couldn’t help but notice nobody else went to help. As usual, Bucky was Rebecca’s knight in shining armor.

"Rebecca, are you ok?" Winnifred barely asked above her usual tone to be heard.

The siblings were too busy trying to stay afloat –Bucky dragging her to land and Rebecca coughing her lungs out– to answer, so the mother insisted.

"Rebecca?"

Luckily, Sam cut in to get the unhelpful and mediocre concern away from the scene, "She- she's fine! We got this!" he assured the woman.

Once the siblings reached the wooden shore, Sam pulled Rebecca up by her arms while Bucky climbed up, panting. The young woman held her leg in pain.

Right on time, Brock approached them to save the day.

He extended his hand towards Rebecca, "Here, let me-"

"Get the fuck away from us!" James shot him an aggressive warning while placing a hand on Rebecca's back, not dignifying the man with eye contact.

Rumlow raised his hands in defense, "Just tryna’ help, Jamie."

The snap in Bucky’s brain might as well have been hearable. He was so done with the hovering figure he used to call his partner, everything in his head went red with fury. He looked up at him with such rage, Sam anticipated his outburst even before it happened.

"Shut up, Brock, shut up!” He yelled directly at him, microscopic bits of spit being thrown in Brock’s direction, and followed by a uncomfortable, still silence, which Bucky couldn’t stand either, “Are you deaf or are you a fucking idiot? I said leave!"

Rumlow accepted the offense and shook his head, putting on a disappointed façade.

"You're insane." He informed Bucky before turning on his heels.

As the man walked back inside the house, the spectators of the show remained silent. All that could be heard was Bucky’s heavy breathing, until Rebecca spoke.

"Way to go, brother." She whispered, which was only heard by Sam and Bucky.

Bucky’s expression revealed how shocked he was at his own courage to pull off such a stunt.

"That felt so good." He admitted, drawing a big proud smile on Sam’s face.

-

The outburst that morning, no matter how fulfilling, had taken a toll on Bucky. The rest of the day, it was all he could think about, and therefore, it naturally got the paranoid spinning wheel in his brain running at full speed. Cousin Colin, after the lake scene, was the only person insensitive enough to actually go through with Nana’s demand; the man had brought his grandmother a nice summer drink from the kitchen, which the lady received with a roll of her eyes. Unfortunately, she had promised the deliverer a clue, so she reluctantly kept her word and gave him the help in private.

It didn’t necessarily worry Bucky nor Sam, because the couple still felt they were winning so far. They had found the first clue by themselves, no help needed, so the best Colin could do was keep up with them before they got the advantage again.

No, what had them both worried was this cocktail gathering after dinner, right now. It was too early for anyone to be tired enough to go to bed, but it was late enough for people to start making bad decisions. That had been Bucky’s case. Drink after drink, worry after worry, the liquor had found its way into Bucky’s system long ago. In fact, he was sitting down, resigned to his sorrow, with a glass of champaign in hand.

He was wasted, and Sam could tell. While Bucky played around with the almost emptied glass, Sam’s chest felt heavy.

"He's watching." Bucky suddenly said, his enunciation already affected by the booze.

His eyes were fixated somewhere in the room, over Sam’s shoulder. The latter didn’t need to turn around to know who he meant.

"Don't pay attention to him." He shrugged it off.

"He used to do that,” Bucky, however, acted as if Sam hadn’t even spoken, “when he didn't approve of something."

"Hey.” Sam called, demanding his attention, “Hey, look at me. I'm here with you, okay? Not him."

As much as Bucky wanted to lean into those words, embrace the support and such, he knew it wasn’t truly real. Sam was there to help him out of pity, or so he thought. He used to love imagining having a boyfriend who would take away the pain, wipe away the tears caused by Brock. He used to like that image, but sometime in the horrible long-lasting relationship, he just didn’t think it possible. Anyone loving him after Brock? Anyone putting up with that baggage, with the lurking ex-boyfriend watching them at all times?

It simply wouldn’t happen. It’s why he wasn’t there with an actual boyfriend. It’s why he had to play-pretend with Sam. In his head, there was no place for anyone to love him. Not after he’d been chewed on by Rumlow and spat out a hundred times.

"But you're not.” Bucky sad dryly, almost insulting, “Not really. I'll never get the real thing."

Sam’s brain had a hard time with that one confession. Did Bucky mean that getting his friend to play fake boo was the closest he'd ever get to a boyfriend from now on? Or as he implying a world where Sam could have become the real deal? His confusion left him almost speechless.

"And why is that?" he managed to ask with a heavy heart.

Bucky was too quick in answering Sam’s doubts, "Cause I'm messed up. 'Cause of him."

That being declared, James stood up from the table, leaving his company sitting there by himself, rudely. Sam watched him get to the bar, which consisted of a few tables set up for drink service, attended by one of Nana’s kitchen employees. It did the trick in looking fancy enough for an improvised bar, and still, Bucky managed to look fairly pathetic, leaning on the table and ordering yet another hard liquor.

For the next half hour, Sam brought himself to chat and interact with the Barnes, but mostly, he was checking up on Bucky every other minute. Fortunately so, since it allowed him to spot Rumlow as he approached the drunk figure. Wilson excused himself and headed straight for the bar, and was noticed by the man who looked, as usual, like he was up to no good.

"Samuel, we were just talking about you." Brock greeted him cynically.

"Leave him alone." Sam said, not messing around.

Bucky’s eyes were fixated on his drink, avoiding exchanging gazes with his ex, no matter how hard Brock tried to catch his attention.

"I don't think anyone should leave him alone like this." Rumlow cocked a brow, giving off the most pedantic posture yet.

As much as Sam didn’t wish to sound just as condescending as the ex-boyfriend, he needed him to back off. So he stood his ground, planting himself in front of Bucky, and raised his chin.

"Oh, goodie, that's what I'm here for." He clarified with a taunting tone.

All of a sudden, Bucky decided to stand his ground as well. Unhappy with the exchange of words about his state, he got himself in front of Sam, stumbling a bit.

"I don't- don't need anyone to look after me." He managed to croak out, frowning.

After he delivered the words, he propped himself on the table unsteadily, causing Sam to gesture catching him, but Bucky seemed to be partially alright on his own. Brock, on his part, gave him a deeply disappointed look. Suddenly, Sam understood so much; the paternalistic vibe he gave off, like you’re nothing for yourself and are in desperate need of his aid. The way Rumlow judged people could get anyone to doubt themselves. Luckily, Sam wasn’t giving in.

Brock extended his hand to the more-than-tipsy man, "Come on." He said, more a demand than an offer.

The response was even more abrupt than that morning by the lake. In sight of his hand so near him, Bucky’s paranoia crippled through his bones, provoking a different kind of outburst.

"Don't touch me, you fucking maniac!" he yelled, taking a step back.

Sam’s skin crawled. During the tense silence that followed, he felt eyes staring at them three. Brock, however, didn’t seem nearly as shocked, but instead acted like this was just typical Bucky. He did seem embarrassed, though, being the victim of the scandal for the second time that day.

"Let's go." Sam pleaded, not daring to touch Bucky in a jumpy state like that.

That was Rebecca’s cue for approaching the lot, allured by the fuzz.

"What's going on?" she demanded an explanation in a low, but harsh tone.

"Nothing.” Rumlow spoke before anyone else got the change, “He's making a scene, as usual."

Rebecca shot him a threatening glance, to which he simply rolled his eyes and abandoned the bar area. Sam took his place in order to check up on Bucky’s face, and found his eyes beginning to water. He was frozen in place, eye sockets reddened by the drunkenness and lips caught between his teeth.

"James, get it together.” Rebecca whispered, “Everyone's staring."

Although Sam was expecting more comfort from the man’s sister, whom just so happened to be scolding him for no reason, he kept his quiet this time. The two sober characters dragged Bucky’s body to the nearest chair and forced him to sit down, which only attracted more attention towards him, but that way he could remain still and far from tumbling scandals.

"Get him some coffee before he embarrasses himself even more." Rebecca told Sam, sternly.

As she kneeled sat next to her brother in order to pretend normality, Sam just gave her a look of disbelief. He didn’t think she could act so heartlessly before.

"You're a real sweetheart, you know that?" he threw her a sarcasm dagger, refusing to move.

"Believe it or not, I'm helping him.” She spat, looking around frantically in hopes no one was judging them, “Coffee, Samuel, please."

Sam took one last good look at Bucky before obeying the very persuasive sister. The drunken mess was avoiding all sorts of eye contact, and was almost pouting like a child. Wilson didn’t have much else to do but get himself to the kitchen, although reluctantly. At that moment, he hated everything; every person and light were getting under his skin, and even the sound of glasses clinking together pissed him off. Right before he reached the kitchen, the sound turned muffled, abandoned far away, and there was a sense of peace. Silence. And breaking through that silence, there was a sharp voice.

“I’m telling you, this is our chance.” The voice echoed from inside the kitchen.

It was unmistakably Rumlow’s. Of fucking course. The man was a goddamn ghost lurking around every room of the massive house. Sam was determined on turning back, until he heard another voice responding.

“Give me a few days-“

“I don’t have days to give you.”

It sounded like an altercation that had just recently began, right before it could get too heated.

“Is your lawyer not your personal bitch this time?” the other man accused Brock, “You not screwing him, too?”

“You want the money, right?”

The inciting question was followed by a tense pause. Therefore, Sam seized his chance and walked into the kitchen, hopefully being able to pretend he hadn’t heard any of it. He recognized the other man as uncle Milo, when the two angry men straightened themselves too quickly, in an attempt to dismiss their previous altercation.

Sam gave them an uninterested glance, “Am I interrupting?” he asked nonchalantly.

“What can we do for you, Samuel?” uncle Milo raised his voice with false friendliness.

“I’m just gonna make some coffee.” He replied, waltzing towards the busier side of the kitchen, further away from them.

Before he could even get a hold of the coffee maker, Rumlow’s forceful interruption made Sam stop in his tracks.

“Nicole can take care of that for you, right darling?” he called for the maid in a patronizing tone, “She’ll even pour it for you and everything.”

Sam glanced at the woman who was still putting the dishes away when it definitely was the end of her shift. It wasn’t just about Rumlow’s treatment of the staff, it was everything, from the way he put Sam in an uncomfortable situation, to the smirk on his face while doing so.

“No thank you, I got it.” Sam told the working lady.

“Actually, she’s got it,” Brock insisted, this time much more taunting, “that’s her job.”

Sam found himself cornered, and resigned, although not without showing his discontent. He pinched the bridge of his nose and agreed tiredly.

“Fine, uh… Can you just take it up to James’ room when you get the chance?” He forced a smile in Nicole’s direction, whom nodded politely, “Thank you.”

When he was leaving to return to Bucky, Sam took a turn on his heels at the last minute. His blood still boiling, he gave the two plotting men a small but clearly exaggerated reverence.

“Goodnight, Mr. Barnes.” He let uncle Milo know his anger wasn’t directed towards him, then spoke directly to Rumlow, “Fuck you, Brock.”

“Classy.” The appellee complained.

“You’re right.” He lied, then turned to the maid one more time, “Nicole, my apologies for such rudeness. On behalf of Mr. Rumlow, of course. I guess money can’t buy decency.”

After addressing that last insult to the obnoxious man, Wilson headed back to the cocktail gathering in order to retrieve his drunk friend.

[murdocsagaypirate]

Pazuzu

AKA My unnecessarily extensive theory about the entire plot of Gorillaz

Ok, I lied. this is actually what I’m releasing to thank you guys for 666 followers. It’s more fitting tbqh.... I’ve been thinking about this theory for like a month now, and I finally put it all together so uh... here you go~ <3

As I’ve ranted about before, Murdoc is legitimately a Laveyan Satanist. He observes the solstice, he reads legitimate occult literature such as The Book of Lies. Not to mention Damon is an actual Pagan, so everything I’m about to describe he would know and could communicate to Jamie.

Part of Satanism, Wicca, and many other modern pagan traditions hold an idea about the “horned gods”. Basically it goes that when Christianity was being established and taking over pagan Europe and Middle east they decided to homogenize and demonize many Gods from many pagan different pagan traditions. They claimed that Gods like Pan and Baphomet ARE the devil. So what all these means is that Satanist don’t worship the literal Christian Satan, they worship the Pagan’s gods that he originates from called the “Horned Gods”.

But even before these Pagan God, there were the Pagan Gods of ancient Sumeria. Almost all religions can be traced back to these ideas. Hey. Guess who was one of those ancient original Gods? You got it: Pazuzu. 

Now where at the point of all this: Murdoc never made a deal with Satan, because he doesn’t believe in Satan. It’s very very clear he is a devotee of Pazuzu... If a Christian heard what being a devotee of a deity entails they would describe it as a pact with a demon, with out a doubt. It basically goes, “I like what you represent or what you can offer, I want you to have influence in my life and in return I’m going to offer you something (usually whatever it was their culture of origin offered) and show you reverence.” One of many ways to do that is by keeping idols of them.... Which I mean. Murdoc has kept an idol of Pazuzu near by EVERY SINGLE PHASE. 

Kong Studio (Phase 1)

Kong Studio (Phase 2)

Plastic Beach:

Spirit House:

Kong Solar Studio:

Note how Pazuzu is ALWAYS depicted in an “As above, so below” pose, the same one that Baphomet is known for. And more evidence that it’s Sumerian paganism that Murdoc is specifically interested in is the occurrence of the Evil Eye talisman in his room (Shown below) the fact that this concept is present in SO MANY different cultures around ancient Sumeria, it’s may very well have it’s origins in these traditions, not to mention Pazuzu himself has association with dispelling the Evil Eye. 

Not only is Pazuzu always nearby where ever Murdoc is living, but he appears everywhere purposefully in Gorillaz publication, associating him with not only Murdoc’s occult practices, but the band as a whole. As you can see below, he’s placed front and center in music videos, “photo shoots”, merchandise, even as Murdoc’s own accessories. 

Now. As we established when many pagans refer to “The Devil” they are referring to a Christian homogenized concept of many many “horned” or “demon” Gods. I believe the FIRST demon Murdoc ever made a pact with, the one he describes as “The Devil”, was Pazuzu and this deliberate inclusion of him in music videos and merchandise is part of how he’s fulfilling that pact. 

This is part of the modern concept of “Deals with The Devil”. It’s a very popular conspiracy theory that musicians (Particularly Rock, Metal, and Pop artist) make pact’s with Satan to ensure their career is successful.... Sound familiar? Part of theory is that, in return, they essentially devout themselves (... and obviously... their soul...) and their music to “Satan” (Usually like, the whole band, and not just one person in it... The Beatles for example are a huge part of this conspiracy) and the artist puts symbols of Satan in their music and videos.... You know what... I’ll just let Murdoc himself explain it to you: 

What I’m saying is... Not a lot of Satan.... Tons of Pazuzu. Murdoc goes on to explain in this blog that he doesn’t understand this concept of the “subliminal” messages...... yeah..... clearly. Asking artist to do this grows Satan’s influence and army... you know.. for end times... “Choose Pazuzu”, get on his team... 

Another large part of the conspiracy (especially in more recent culture) is the idea that these artist and celebrities frequently allow themselves to be possessed. (For example, people say that Beyonce’s alter-ego “Sasha Fierce” is a demon) ...It may not have been a very Sumeria concept, but that doesn’t change the fact that our culture has some very ingrained ideas about the nature of Pazuzu, thanks to a little film he stars in called The Exorcist. I believe this depiction of him is considered part of Gorillaz canon. The longer Phase 5 goes on the more and more the fandom is considering that possess may play a major role in the plot.... Especially for 2D... it’s as if he’s become his own version of “Sasha Fierce”... 

Glowing white eyes are at least associated with demon possession in Gorillaz canon via Russel’s back story. They don’t mean active possession, but there was a clear connect drawn there when they explained the meaning behind his white eyes. The idea can be drawn from this that 2D’s eyes may have something to do with possess and I want to argue that has been the case since Phase 1. 

A really obvious counter to that is that we see 2D’s eyes white in situations that don’t make much sense for him to current be dealing with demon’s. I’ll admit, I honestly don’t understand why Jamie would be inconstant in his depiction of 2D’s eye color especially if it’s an essential clue to the over arching plot.. But it could be a variety of things, possibly that a demon is near by (The Boogieman was often lurking around the island in phase 3, where 2D’s eyes were white most often) or simply that someone with 2D’s possibility supernatural condition (whatever that condition may be) have there eye’s effected randomly. Who knows, maybe we will find out one day or maybe it means nothing, but I believe special attention was drawn to his eyes in RockIt (where they literally glow just like Russel’s are described to do) and Humility (where we get to see them actually shift colors for the first time), The big kicker is both of these video’s heavily imply some association between 2D and Pazuzu.

The opening sequence shows an image of Pazuzu that is then covered by vines, when the vines are pulled away, there is 2D in his place.

2D’s image is overlayed with Pazuzu’s when he sings the chorus and Pazuzu sing’s “Rock it”. As the song ends, they are both singing “Rock it” in unison. 

And here are 2D’s eye’s specifically glowing. 

Here’s what RoTO has to say about Pazuzu in this music video:

...Now for an extremely suspicious shot in Humility, again the music video where we actually see 2D’s eye’s change for the first time, drawing special attention to them. Even though it’s clear Murdoc was the one that made sure Pazuzu appeared in Gorillaz over-all image, he’s still appearing in a video Murdoc couldn’t possibly have anything to do with... This is the only shot he appears in the video, and they chose to frame 2D in front of it this way... That doodle in 2D journal sure does suggest he’s gotten involved with “The Devil”... and maybe, following Murdoc’s lead, the same Devil that’s been at the center of this the whole time. 

.... SO. In conclusion: 

If Murdoc’s deal with Pazuzu has something to do with the Boogieman, the Black Cloud, El Manana, or even Noodle’s possible death and trip to hell and whatever is going on with 2D... it means he’s not happy with Murdoc because in some way he’s gone back on their deal... 

I think all of this can tie into my theory that part of Murdoc’s first pact involved promising the souls of the eventual member of the band, that the Devil (Pazuzu) would hand pick and deliver to Murdoc... but I’ve already been over that here and here. Maybe Murdoc has been actively preventing the band’s souls being claimed this whole time (because.. you know... he loves them) and now that he’s in jail and the band is all together in one place... there’s nothing to stop Pazuzu from claiming what’s his. 

Update, cause guess what... Tranz came out:

[jeongyeonandsunflowers]

‘I'm saluting to your lips’ ~ Kim Woojin Soulmate AU ~ Part One

I know this took ages, I'm sorry, but here is part one, it was getting way too long, so I thought I’d split it up, otherwise it would have ended up really rushed at the end. and no one needs that. I also proofread this like 6 times so if there’s a mistake I need to be taken out. 

Not a lot of things are certain in this world, but of the few things that are, finding my soulmate was the most exciting. Knowing that someone somewhere was absolutely made for me? That was the most incredible thing I could ever think of.

I used to be teased in school, kids told me that I didn’t have a soulmate, and if I did they would take one look at me and want nothing to do with me. But I knew I had one, somewhere in this world.

See, I have proof, the squiggles and weird lines that pop up on my arm every so often, they’ve been existent since I was 13, that’s when they start showing up on everyone, your soulmate writes on their own body you get to see it too, in the exact same place the exact same handwriting, and size, its all the same.

Some people find their soulmates straight away, they’re lucky enough to have their soulmates live close by or even be someone they���ve known forever.

My friends Bailey and Felix found each other on Felix’s birthday, Bailey couldn’t see her own drawings yet, but Felix could see his, and what he had written on her arm just seconds before in class, “if you let me copy your homework I’ll love you forever.” And sure enough, in his slightly messy handwriting on his left knee, as it was on hers, was the same phrase. To keep the story short, he squealed like a little piglet and ran out of class, later showing Bailey why, and they cried together, their soulmate was their best friend.

That’s usually everyone’s dream, that its someone they know, that way they don’t have to learn everything about a new person. But that’s sort of what I dread, there are only three people in my life that I can stand, the first being Felix and Bailey who are already soulmates, and then Chris, he’s two years older than me, and been my best friend since I could remember, I used to have a massive crush on the guy, but then I realised how great of a friend he was, and how much I needed o value him as my best friend rather than my crush.

That and on Chris’ 13th birthday drawings started popping up in his arm that weren’t mine, and that’s when I knew there was no chance anyway.

On the day of my own birthday I become indescribably excited, I woke up that morning and before I could register it was my birthday, I looked at my hand and saw tiny symbols on my palm, not remembering writing them, it suddenly clicked in my head, these were my soulmates symbols, my soulmate wrote this, they did this. I screamed. I quite literally screamed, my mum came into my room, looking panicked wondering why I was screaming, I showed her my hand and she screamed as well, then raised the question. What was it on that was on my hand?

I asked everyone I could, everyone that might have an answer, anyone I could find, and no one had any idea. No one except Chris.

I hadn’t seen him that day, not until the night of my birthday, going out for dinner with my family, Chris, Felix and Bailey, who basically counted as family anyway. New symbols had appeared throughout the day and I still had no clue what they were or what they were supposed to mean or represent. Chris sat next to me, and took one glance at my hand, and asked, “since when did you know Korean?” and suddenly it made sense, they weren’t weird little drawings, just a different language. Oh no, it’s a different language.

“its Korean? Like? From Korea, Korean?”

“yes Y/n from Korea, Korean,”

“my soulmate is Korean?”

“it seems like it.” 

The weeks went on, the Korean continued, and I began trying to learn the language, Chris tried helping translate, since his family spoke Korean at home, but he couldn’t be around to translate every word that was written, so I had to start learning myself. It seemed that my soulmate had also begun to try learning English, throughout the weeks I saw messily written “hello” and “I love you” because obviously that was an important phrase.

 It went like that for 5 years, we both bettered our second languages, each becoming better and more fluent, I started seeing reminders pop up, some in Korean, some in English, I was starting to understand his lifestyle, they’re training for something, but I can’t figure out what yet. Felix, Bailey and I were still friends, and still trying to decipher everything.

Chris and his family moved to Korea after my 14th birthday, he kept in contact for a while and then he just sort of faded away and only Felix had been graced with his presence, and even if it was apparently the equivalent to passing words and phrases, at least he had some contact. At least I knew he was doing well.  

Apparently, Chris had started “training” as well, and went by ‘Chan’ now. Felix said that he was trying to become an Idol, which was like a celebrity for us, he was getting into the kpop industry and so our friends got into it too, Bailey and Felix became devoted to it, they kept up with all the latest news just waiting for a glimpse of Chris, or Chan I guess. It made me wonder if maybe my soulmate was doing the same kind of training.

I’d always assumed it was something sporty, but now I understand why “drink more water to help voice” was written almost every day for 3 years.

I started looking into kpop too, waiting, and hoping that one day I might see someone who I feel could be my soulmate, but no one ever made me spark like I thought I would. I started to lose hope, realising tat there were many different obstacles in the way of us being together. I was a broke uni student now, I had no means of getting to Korea, and it seems as if my soulmate had no intentions coming here either.    

 But still I remained optimistic, I had to be, I’d been dreaming about my soulmate since I could hold a comprehensive thought, I would fine them one day and that is a promise I made to myself and my soulmate. I couldn’t give up and I wouldn’t.

The day it happened is a day I won’t soon forget, I was in the middle of class at university, when I got hit with a sudden sharp and almost unbearable pain in my wrist, I saw words start to etch themselves across my skin, forming words I was yet to recognise, my squiggles never pained me like this before, it felt like something was wrong, this wasn’t a common occurrence, in fact I don’t think anyone on record, has had this happen before.

The professor stopped the class since I was making so much noise, he took one glance at my wrist and sent me straight to the office to find the nurse.

She sat me down on one of the plastic chairs, looked over my wrist, poking the other squiggles, asking me what language they were, whether the rest of them hurt as well, to which I replied, that no they don’t, she grabbed out her phone headed to google translate and did her best to translate the other words on my arm, in hopes that maybe there was some sort of clue.

She translated the last one, fading on the palm of my hand ‘오늘 오후 1시 30 분에 문신’

“well love, it looks like this might be the answer, it still doesn’t make any sense, but by the looks of things, your soulmate got a tattoo today.”

She was right, that didn’t make sense, usually tattoos didn’t affect the other half, but that came to be the genuine outcome. There truly was no explanation.

I called bailey to tell her about what happened, but as soon as she picked up the phone she was ahead of the gun and already talking.

“oh my god y/n you’re not going to believe what I just found out! Chris found his soulmate, apparently, he was out travelling in Seoul and this girl bumped into him, he accidentally spilt his coffee all over her white shirt, she ran before he could even say anything to her. Anyway, so he gets back to his dorm and sees a new note on his hand, that says, “reminder: call Carmel about cute guy who spilt coffee on me,” and then Chris was like well that’s me I guess and wrote his number on his hand just below I with his name! who knew that dork would be so smooth right?”

My world felt like it was crashing down around me, not because Chris had his soulmate but because he didn’t call to tell me. He promised, ever since his 13th birthday that he would call as soon as he found the person, and he didn’t. I suddenly felt betrayed, I told bailey that I would have to call her back, and then immediately bombarded Felix for Chris’ number. He gave it over almost immediately, I must have scared him because he’s never been that easy to break before.

I sat there contemplating whether it was a good idea or not, he hasn’t spoken to me since I was 14 but he is the person is known longest, I decide to call later.  

Later ended up being 30 seconds later, soon I was met with the ringing, and then someone greeting me in Korean, I heard Chan and I started ranting.

“listen here prick, you promised me that would message or call me as soon as you found your soulmate, and I had to find out from Bailey? What the fuck is up with that? Come on Chris, you’re the one who made that promise, you’re the one who told me it would be okay when you moved away, you told me that you would still talk to me, that it would be the same. And now I haven’t heard from you in almost 6 years, I don’t even recognise your voice, who even are you?”

There was silence, for a little too long, and then the person cleared their throat on the other end.

“I am really, really sorry, Chan is a dick for doing that to you, and I didn’t know he was even capable of being rude, here’s not here right now, he left his phone when he went out with Jamie, ahh that’s his soulmate or whatever. Umm I’m Woojin, I’ll yell at him for you when he comes back, what’s your name so I know who I’m defending?”

“oh um, I’m so sorry for going off at you for that I’m, I’m really really sorry, my names y/n but you don’t have to go off at Chris for me, I’ll just call back later, but thank you.” “that’s okay Y/n it was nice talking to you.”

”You too Woojin thank you for listening to me rant even though you didn’t have any choice”

I hung up the phone, smiling and annoyed at the same time, I looked down at my wrist again and noticed words that weren’t there before.

“reminder: tell Chan about call from y/n, ask him when he got mean.” 

[astraldragons]

Got tagged by @seriouspeople--necktie!

1st rule: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

UHH FRICK-- @eclypse654, @rosesilvermoon, @nightmarejasmine, @futureinspirationmanifestation, @acetrainerhope, @mustachiomadness, @ashiftingworkshop, @pizsospa, @tzds-gt, and anyone else who wants to do this!

2nd rule: bold the statements that are true

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - my abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

I’m kinda tempted to get a tattoo one day. Just something small; probably a tattoo of Jupiter on my ankle-- it’s the planet with the most gravity, so a reminder to keep myself grounded. Very cheesy, yes. I also used to have pierced ears when I was 11, but the holes have been sealed for at least five or six years now... though I might pierce them again one day.

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - people tell me I am funny -helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - there is something I would change my personality

I dooo kinda like meeting new people? But only in small doses. I’m very attached to my small group of friends, and I often prioritize their own needs over my own-- often to my own detriment. I’m not likely to mention that I’m suffering if someone else I care about is suffering. Mental challenges like puzzles or riddles can frustrate me, but I love them so much-- and I am so not a physical challenge person, fghjk. Also my mom and I started calling each other “Bob” like five years ago or something, just super ironic, but now we call each other Bob all. the. time.

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory- I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch.

Played clarinet for about six years! I’m out of practice and not great at it, but hey, it’s something. I can draw decently well and recall things pretty well too. I’m pretty physically weak but at the same time, I’m stubborn as hell so I can and WILL destroy people at arm wrestling, even if I pull a muscle or something. Also? I was scrappy as a kid and so, uh. I kinda had to learn how to properly defend myself in a fight.

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra/choir/band at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - I do some form of martial arts

I am so terrible at sports/physical activity sdfgh. But I try to work out at least once a week because it helps my depression to chill. Used to be in band in middle school and high school. I draw on occasion, but writing is the love of my life.

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire tv series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or E.R in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

Haven’t had my first kiss yet, but I’ll be experiencing that in a little over a month when I get to go see @wopem in person!! So excited to see the bae and figure out that weird romance stuff. I’ve sipped at alcohol before but it tastes gross. Overnight event: all-nighter for senior graduation weekend. I was in a taxi like... once or twice when I was really little? I never have to go to the hospital for anything, tbh. I play things safe. I have indeed beaten video games in the span of a day, but they were short (Spirit Camera: The Cursed Memoir took me a solid six hours to beat but I did iiiit). Aaaand I really want to travel to another country.

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend™ - I live close to my school/work - my parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the united states – I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

This is gonna sound super cheesy but again, @wopem aka my boo, is my best friend in the whole wide world. Even if we don’t end up working out as a romantic relationship, she’s been my Person™ for six years, almost seven... so we likely won’t get out of touch anytime soon. Also don’t judge the fact that among those CDs are Kidz Bop albums and stuff. Blame my parents.

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have feelings for a friend

Hi have I mentioned how much I fucking love @wopem because I would die for her and I love her and also I had a crush on her for years but was too scared to confess until seven months ago

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

I’ve been listening to You Riposted in the Wrong FEHberhood for the past few hours please send help, it’s way too catchy-- also yeah lmao most of the kids who bullied me in elementary and middle school have been or are in jail right now so KARMA IS A BITCHHHH, CONNOR. Ahem. Yes, I had waffles this morning for the first time in months and?? Waffles are so, SO good, hhh..... I have no idea what I want to do in life, lmao. I pretend I have some clue, but I really don’t. I speak English (duh) and I’m decently fluent in Japanese. Took Chinese class last year, but. I retained almost nothing except a few words and phrases, like nihao, bao, and wo shi samansha. And yep, in these past few months I became friends with @ashiftingworkshop and @tzds-gt... and honestly? I’m super honored to have befriended these nerds. They’ve been wonderful to hang around and discuss ideas with. Also I like to think that I’ve become at least decent acquaintances with @territorial-utopia but I definitely want to talk with them more but also I’m really shy even though they inspire me a lot, heck

[thegrandmasteratarms]

TAGGED BY: @shamelessinnerbeast like 800 years ago

1ST RULE: tag 9 people you want to get to know better : uhm... who hasn’t done this?

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller (I’M LIKE 2 INCHES OFF >=0) - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown/green eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people (depends) - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it (literally my whole dialect) - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 push ups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month (doing a drawing I suppose ? If so yes) - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts 

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting (Many) - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day (I used to be able to speed-run the entirety of Portal 2 in under 5 hours, no clue if I still can lol) - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend™ - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity (Does Jhin count????) - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair (I had a bit dyed pink for some neato contrast in my outfit) - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week (Friend punches count???) - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages (Fluent english and I can hold a short conversation in Japanese)  - I have made a new friend in the past year

[flower-dragon]

I was tagged by @lescahiersdesable thank you!

Rule 1: Tag 9 people

Rules 2: Highlight the statements about you that are true

I am 5'7 or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

My abs are somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

I love meeting new people

People tell me I’m funny  (I have a dry sense of humour so it depends)

Helping people with their problems is a big priority to me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude to people I know well

There is something I would change about my personality

I can play an instrument

I can sing well

I can do 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing maths in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least two people in an arm wrestle

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I can throw a punch

I enjoy sports

I have learned a new song in the past week

I’ve gone running at least one week in the summer

I work out at least once a week

I have drawn something in the last month

I enjoy writing

I have done martial arts

I have had my first kiss

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have had alcohol

I have scored a winning goal in sports

I have been to an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in hospital/er in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day    

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

I have at least one person I consider a best friend

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the US

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with friends in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush for over a year

I have been in a relationship for over a year

I have had feelings for a friend

I have break danced

I know a person called Jamie

I have made a new friend in the past year

I have had a teacher with a last name hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I am listening to a song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I have known someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what to do with my life

I speak at least two languages

Tagging: I am about to violate Rule #1 (as I have absolutely no clue who did this already), and not tagging but ask anyone who stumble into this: please feel free to do it :)

[honey-tea-and-lemon-trees]

I was tagged by @jsmndns but completely forgot about it until now (whoops), sorry! 

rules: highlight the truths about you, and tag 10 people you want to know better

I am 5′7 or taller

I wear glasses 

I have at least one tattoo (no but I want one)

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair 

my abs are somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

I love meeting new people (I do but I suck it due to the severe anxiety and such)

people tell me I’m funny

I enjoy physical challenges (sometimes)

I enjoy mental challenges (sometimes)

I’m playfully rude to people I know well (lmao yep)

I started to say something ironically, now I can’t stop saying it 

there is something I would change about my personality

I can play an instrument

I can sing well (not even close)

I can do 30 pushups without stopping (I can do 2)

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well (sometimes I'm not bad but I’m not great)

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing maths in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute 

I have beaten at least two people in an arm wrestle

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I can throw a punch (never tried but I hope I can)

I have learned a new song in the past week

I’ve gone running at least one week in the summer

I work out at least once a week

I have drawn something in the last month

I enjoy writing

I have done martial arts

I have had my first kiss

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have had alcohol

I have scored a winning goal in sports

I have been to an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in hospital/er in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favourite band’s concert

I have at least one person I consider a best friend

I live close to my school

my parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the US

there is snow right now where I live (it is 99% melted but it’s still icy af)

I have hung out with friends in the past month (last night lmao)

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone (does my dog count?)

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know (sort of a little one)

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush for over a year

I have been in a relationship for over a year

I have had feelings for a friend

I have break danced

I know a person called Jamie

I have made a new friend in the past year

I have had a teacher with a last name hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I have broken a bone

I am listening to a song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I have known someone who has gone to jail

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what to do with my life

I speak at least two languages 

I have genuinely no clue who’s done this but I tag @daisy-chain-gardens @dawn-to-dusk-already @rubyventure @wonderrful @adorebughead I can’t think of ten sorry