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autism-purgatory · 7 months ago

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Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet! Btw Astrum is cool as fuck, space cowboys my beloved.

I’ll choose Julia from Viscered for this one :)

Were you named after anyone?

No, actually!

When was the last time you cried?

Oh…probably when I got told my dad passed. The months after that are a bit of a blur…

Do you have any kids?

No, but…*leans in after looking around* we’re considering it.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I try, but I don’t really have a tell. People keep saying I don’t have a tell and then…don’t explain what that means.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hm. I don’t know. Reading people hasn’t been my specialty, especially body language. I’ve met plenty of people who looked like they enjoy talking with me, but actually hate my guts. Cole’s a lot better with that kind of stuff.

What is your eye color?

Dark brown, kinda like Cole’s! Wait…aren’t his eyes technically red…?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Both!

Any special talents?

Smart, really really fucking smart. I didn’t really process that until I met Cole. Guess that tends to happen when you get obsessed with physics at 14!

Where were you born?

Texas. My dad’s from there and my mother’s Nigerian. I wasn’t allowed to got to college out of state so I stayed in Houston.

Do you have any pets?

I’m allergic to pet dander. I thought about getting a sphinx cat, but Cole says they freak him out.

What sort of sports do you play?

I did karate once when I was little! I only remember a little about it, but it’s pretty much moot when you’ve got a taser at the ready.

How tall are you?

Oh, I’d say like 5’6. It’s hard to get a good grip on height comparison when you’ve got a giant living with you.

What was your favorite subject in school?

Math. Just math.

What is your dream job?

I’ve already got it. Finished my physics degree a loooong ass time ago, but if I had to pick something else, maybe a surgeon?

✨Open Tag✨

✨OC Interview Tag✨

Thank you for the tag, @illarian-rambling ! I’ve done all the main OCs thus far, but I can bring out Johnny Astrum from Lone Star Rangers for this one

Were you named after anyone?

Nah. Astrum’s the name that runs in the family. Come from a buncha cow herders. Figures, right?

When was the last time you cried?

I don’t cry. I get even.

Do you have any kids?

I’m on the move too much to settle down. Bounty huntin’s not the cozy lifestyle you wanna raise a family in.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Depends. Sometimes that’s how you lure a target. Gotta use the best tactics to draw the varmints out, y’know?

What is the first thing you notice about people?

If there’s a bounty on ‘em. They act all skitterish, always check in’ over their shoulder, always lookin’ to see if anyone’s following’ em. That’s why you gotta act cool so you don’t draw suspicion on yerself.

What is your eye color?

Uh….you probably can’t see my eyes too well. I’m made out of natural gasses. You probably shouldn’t stare at me too long neither, lest you wanna go blind. Definitely makes my job harder—can’t blend in too well.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I’ve been scorned too many times by past partners. I’ll take a scary movie, if they even work on me.

Any special talents?

Wranglin’, Herdin’, Gamblin’, Blowin’ smoke rings and shootin’ through ‘em.

Where were you born?

Andromeda Majoris IV, in the Astora Galaxy sect. That’s where all the Astrums were reared.

Do you have any pets?

I used to work on a farm with my folks. Had cows, horses, chickens, pigs, sheep, you name it. Once I get enough credits to settle down, I’ll get a plot on a gentle star galaxy, raise my own livestock.

What sort of sports do you play?

Do darts count? I have a pretty mean streak o’ darts. Can usually take home lots of credits if the bettin’s high. Definitely have ended in lots of saloon shootouts.

How tall are you?

Oh, I don’t know…maybe 6’8? Bounties have always said I’m an imposing feller. Tried to get to my soft side. Too bad their heads were worth more than their compliments.

What was your favorite subject in school?

School? My parents taught me on the farm. So, I guess….raisin’ animals was my favorite? Or maybe growin’ our crops…I didn’t like reading none….math, maybe. You gotta know how much water to give to the soil, n’ how much feed to the cattle.

What is your dream job?

God damn, if I could just be a farmer and raise animals for the markets, that would be ideal. I got caught up in wanting to be a star….and despite bein’ one in body, in spirit I just wanna settle down, y’know? Bounty huntin’s great n’ all, but my astral bones’ll get weary one o’ these days, and I gotta have a backup plan.

I’ll tag (no pressure): @wyked-ao3 , @autism-purgatory , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , @madi-konrad , +open tag! 💖

#writeblr #writing #oc interview #tag game #open tag #viscered

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waywardstation · 2 years ago

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Okay you talking about the Sneaslets kneading and possibly poisoning someone made me think of Ingo or Emmet handling the sneaslets with oven mitts to keep their hands safe like with Monica on Friends when she got the sphinx cat.

I'm Warden Anon, btw. I love your art and writing. Some of the ideas that come across this blog are fantastic. I may or may not have stolen a couple. *whistles innocently*

--Warden Anon

Emmet stop thrashing you’re just activating Little Lady’s hunting instincts!!!

I love the idea of them trying to handle the sneasels with oven mitts haha. Keep those big claws away from any exposed skin!

And hello Warden Anon!! I’m glad you like the stuff that goes on on this blog!! ^^ haha take what you want, lots of fun ideas come up on this blog from really great asks people send in, and I love to see people do something with it!! ^^

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lordelmelloi2 · 4 years ago

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The things I LIKED about Camelot:

Bedivere, I love him, I love Bedivere.

The scene where he’s grabbed and he yelps and jumps and whips his arm away and goes “Don’t touch me!” *chefs kiss* I love to see the PTSD.

The intro with him in stone in Avalon even if it was animated kind of weirdly imo djlskgbhweghiljfkds, I loved it

SANZANG FIGHT SCENE HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT YESSSSS

the sphinx fucking started loafing when it met them and then fell asleep and Nitocris scolded it and told it it was rude

Medjed on the wall of Ramesses’s house (the pyramid. idk the word)

The scene with Nitocris and Mashu bathing was emotionally needed like I’m just saying but Nitocris saw Mashu and was like “I’m going to be your auntie now” and while you can definitely be like “it’s fanservice” it felt very tasteful compared to how other fanservice plays out

The Stella scene is the climax of the movie and it’s so good. It’s very good and why I got so excited for it at first before seeing it and being like sjkldhdslfj

Ozymandias’ voice acting was very well done I felt even if his character was made to be more brash

Oh I also want to say Bedivere’s voice acting was EXTREMELY well done

THERES A SCENE WHERE IT’S LIKE, I don’t know the time in art history that it is specifically it’s like done in a painting style that seems “Medieval” so to speak and retains anime styling, like, it’s very interesting visually imo

Mashu lifted the entire car off its side and back upright

Arash gave Bedivere a stern talking to that I felt was REALLY good, about self-sacrifice being not noble, like. I want to maybe even clip that scene because I really liked it

Again I didn’t like the unnecessary kiss scene but I felt it was great the way that Serenity immediately was like super fucked up over it and started to cry and how Sanzang sternly seemed to accept him as a possible death, like, I appreciate how Sanzang is weirdly in the grey area here she’s crazy

Sanzang fight scene btw

god the post-selection genocide scene was so fucking messed up the way it panned out I say this in a complimentary way like Camelot is absolutely meant to make you feel like things are vastly vastly fucked up on one side and yet allowed to be like that, the genocide scene really came in such a way that it hits you and you’re immediately like “FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??” which is how it’s meant to hit in the first place

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years ago

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GF - How A Star Is Born ch.III

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.II - ch.IV

AO3 link

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Drenched and wet thanks to the rain and thunderstorm, Dipper entered the Temple of the Gods in the middle of the night for some privacy. He was immediately faced with a giant statue of someone who was more of a fable to him than a belief: Ruler of the Gods and god of Intelligence and Ingenuity, the six-fingered immortal Stanford.

With his large stature on a throne fit for a king, his square chin, flowing toga, and stern look, Dipper felt a little intimidated by the ruler of the gods. He entered the temple quietly and moved his focus to the paintings and vases on both the left and right walls. Stories and legends were told and Dipper happily followed the fables down a hall, on the right of the giant statue, and into a huge room full of more statues and paintings and vases.

“Wow,” He breathed, his voice echoed, and he moved to the center of the room and rested on his knees. Got to start somewhere, right? “I pray my pleas be heard in this place.” Dipper prayed. “Please, someone tell me who I am, where I belong.”

“Wow, look at you!” A cheerful voice rang, making Dipper jump to his feet and look around wildly. “You look just like me! We’re like twins! Oh, wait.” And then there was laughter.

“Hello?” The twelve-year-old boy called. “Who’s there?”

“Oh, right, sorry.” The voice said, but Dipper still had no clue where it was coming from. “Hi! I’m Mabel! I’m a muse! Well, muse in training. Still working some stuff out, but so are you! Go figure!”

“A muse?” Dipper repeated. “A goddess of the arts?”

“You got it!”

“So… where are you?”

“Try looking down at the art, genius.” The voice giggled and he looked down at a vase with a girl his age waving at him. The painting on the vase was waving at him. “Hi!”

Dipper yelled and fell on his feet, scooting away. “What the…?!”

“What, never seen a vase before?” Mabel giggled and twirled around. “Pretty cool, right? Hold on, let me find something bigger to work with, I’m cramped in here.”

“I-I-I don’t understand.” Dipper scurried to his feet and watched Mabel’s painted form move from one vase to another. “Y-Y-You said… D-Do you know who I am?”

“Course I do!” Mabel said from a skinny vase, then the tile floor, then a painted pillar, still finding a comfortable place to talk. “Well, I only learned about you a few weeks ago, but I always knew something fishy was going on. It’s pretty sad, no wonder Grunkle Ford didn’t wanna talk about it, but now you’re old enough to know the truth and I think I can help you!”

On a painting the same size as Dipper, the girl appeared and popped her back and twirled, feeling her new space. “Ah, much better. Hi! Still kinda scared?” She asked kindly, though she was bouncing and giggling.

Dipper smiled. Mabel the Muse did look a lot like him. Same eyes, same button nose, same hair. The only difference really was the fact that one was male and one was female. Dipper bet that if Mabel cut her hair to match his they would be identical. “No, not really.”

Mabel calmed down a little and said sincerely, “Glad to hear that, brother.”

“Brother?!” Dipper gasped and stared at her with wide eyes. “I… I have… I’m…”

“Yup!” Mabel cheered from inside the painting. “Surprise! You got a twin! Now tell me EVERYTHING! What’s your favorite food? What’s your favorite color? What’s your favorite animal? Do you like sports? Do you wanna be my friend?!” She asked all quickly.

“Now, hold on, hold on.” Dipper said, trying to piece this together. “If… If you’re my sister, that would make me…”

“A god.”

“A god… A GOD?!”

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted answers, Dip-Dip.” Mabel said with a shrug. “BTW, Dipper is a way better name than Mason, good choice.”

“Uh, thanks.” Dipper raised an eyebrow. “How do I know it’s true? I mean… I’m not a god.”

“Well, okay. No, you’re not. But only cuz someone stole you from us and turned you mortal. See, that’s why you’re down on Earth and not up here with us.”

Dipper shook his head. “I’m sorry, but… but this doesn’t make sense.”

Mabel giggled and gave him her Skepticals. “C’mon, bro-bro, ever wondered why you’re super strong and super smart? Ever wondered where you got your necklace?” And Mabel pulled out her’s from around her neck and showed him her name and symbol.

Dipper stared, slowly pulling his matching one out and looking at it. This was crazy. This was stupid. There was no way Dipper was a god, had a family that actually wanted him, but… but…

Mabel had no real gain as to lying to him, not that Dipper saw. Maybe he was stupid for buying it, but just this once Dipper wanted to feel like he belonged somewhere. So he took in a deep breath and said shakingly, “I… I think I believe you.”

Mabel smiled and then gasped. “Oh! I forgot! I have something for you.” She reached behind her back and pulled out a book, a navy blue journal with a golden forest on it, filled with beautiful pinetrees. “This is yours. Grunkle Ford kept it safe for you.” And the painting pushed it through and Dipper was shocked when a real-life journal was being held out to him.

He took it and smiled down at that beautiful cover. A twinge of remembrance came through him, but he didn’t dare believe it.

“Uncle Fiddleford says Grunkle Ford gave you that when we were born. And he gave me this music box.” Mabel pulled the box out and wind it to hear the music. She hummed and asked, “Isn’t it pretty?”

Dipper bit his lip. Okay he definitely remembered that lullaby. “I remember…” He whispered to himself, and then asked his sister, “Wait, Grunkle Ford? Isn’t y-y-your great-uncle…?”

“Stanford, yeah.” Mabel said proudly with a grin. “He’s your grunkle, too! He’s the best! He misses you, like a lot, since you can’t live on Olympus with us. He tries not to show it, but I can tell.”

Dipper sighed. This was great, he had a family, but what was the point if he couldn’t be with them. “And you guys can’t do anything?”

“We can’t,” Mabel answered with a grin. “But you can!”

“I can?” Dipper repeated, allowing himself to believe it. The evidence was overwhelming. “What is it? I’ll do anything to have a family again! Name it and it’s half-done!”

“If you can become a true hero on Earth then your godhood will come back!” Mabel cheered excitedly.

“Okay, great!” Dipper replied. “Uh… How do I do that?”

Mabel’s face suddenly dropped. “You know what, I have no idea.”

“Mabel!”

“Well, hey! I’m not the god of all-knowing, am I?” She laughed, then gave the matter some serious thought. “I heard a rumor that there was a Trainer of Heroes on an island… Crete? No, Paros. A Trainer of Heroes on Paros. He should be able to help you.”

“Got it!” Dipper punched the air and said proudly, “I can do it! I’ll become a true hero so I can come home!”

“That’s the spirit!” Mabel cheered. “I know you can do it! Go on out there!”

Dipper started to run out of the room, but he stopped at the doorway and turned, looking at his long-lost sister gloomily. “I… I don’t wanna say goodbye.”

“Aw, Dipper,” Mabel sighed happily and pointed to the journal in his hands. “Remember, I’m a muse! If you wanna talk to me, just draw a picture or create something in your book and I’ll be there.”

“Can’t I beseech you? Can’t you come see me?” Diaper asked; he had been taught that gods can pretty much do whatever they wanted.

“Believe me, I’d love to.” Mabel huffed and blew some loose hair out of her eyes. “Grunkle Ford won’t let me leave Olympus; he’s convinced he’ll lose me, too.”

“Oh.”

“But don’t worry!” Mabel encouraged. “I know you can do it! I believe… oh crud!” And she was gone. She must have been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing.

Dipper laughed and hurried out of the temple and was on his way for Paros.

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Out at sea, Dipper looked for a way to the island. Though he was super strong, he doubted he was strong enough to swim all that way. No, he would probably have to wait for a ship to come by and to offer work in exchange for a ride. The boy walked alongside the same as seagulls screeched above him, when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

At the mouth of a small cave, a sail flew in the breeze. Dipper grinned and grabbed some old rope and began to pull. Up from the dark cave and the damp sand was an old, busted sailboat with its name scratched out by a sword. Dipper grinned at the sailboat and examined it, trying to find a hole or a deficiency, but found none. Why would someone leave a perfectly good boat?

Dipper pulled the boat up onto the water and climbed on. He was beyond pleased to find it floated and he sailed onward for his goal.

After a few hours of peaceful sailing, Dipper came across a rocky island covered in pinetrees and fog. It was cold and unwelcoming, but the kind of place a Trainer of Heroes would swell, to test the bravery of hopeful young trespassers. Dipper quickly docked the sailboat and began to explore, a little surprised to find a triangular house on the top of a small hill, right outside the woods and a few safe feet away from the sea. The boy decided to try his luck there, but as he approached, he was bewildered to see a large yellow and red sign that seemed to shine through the fog.

“Mystery Shack?” Dipper read out-loud to himself. “What the heck is a Mystery Shack?”

The dethroned god opened the door labeled the main entrance and awed at the room filled with statues, but not of gods and goddesses or even humans. Of some of the weirdest monsters and frightening creatures the boy had ever seen. Dipper, oddly enough, was intrigued and excitedly entered.

“Wow, check all of this stuff out!” He gasped. “A six-pack-a-lope, a Gremloblin, and is that an opposite sphinx with a head of a lion but the body of a human?” Dipper paused at the more normal looking statue in the room.

An old man with his long gray hair kept back with a ribbon bore metal plates on his shoulders and a cape with his tall sandals, leather-padded skirt, and puffy shirt. Dipper peered at it closer, wondering why something so normal was among the abnormal, making it the most abnormal thing here. He reached to touch the statue, but he suddenly slapped him and growled, “Hands off the merchandise!”

Dipper screamed like a little girl, cleared his throat, and tried to scream a little more manly, all the while the old man stepped down from his tiny stool and dusted himself off, his tie red and his eyes a warm, sparkling brown, his snooze a strange orange color and his cloak was red, as well.

“Ah, the old mistaken-for-a-grotesque-lifeless-statue gag! Works every time! Welcome to the Mystery Shack, kid! Got any gold? If you throw some into this Sack of Mystery, I’ll give you a tour of the greatest, creepiest, deadliest creatures known to Greece!”

“Uh, no thanks.” Dipper said as he lightly shoved the Sack of Mystery out from under his nose. “Listen, you know where I can find a Trainer of Heroes?”

“Sorry, no one’s on this island but me.” The old man grunted. “So either pay to look at Snake-Haired Lady or beat it.”

“Come on, you sure no one else is here?”

“Listen, knucklehead, I’ve been here longer than you’ve been alive.” The guy growled as he walked towards the Employee Only door. “There ain’t no Trainer of Heroes here. Do yourself a favor and try Sparta, I hear it’s nice this time of year. Now scram before I find a big three-headed dog to chew you up and spit you out.” And the grumpy old man was gone.

Dipper rolled his eyes in annoyance. There were only two possibilities: either Mabel, a muse and probably the sweetest person Dipper had ever met, was lying, or a creepy old conman was lying, so Dipper decided that he wasn’t leaving the island until he found the Trainer of Heroes and he decided to investigate.

This place was filled with things heroes might fight, so maybe there was an exhibit full of heroes, and maybe there would be some information as to who trained them. So Dipper looked around and saw a doorway that had a big messy sign that read “Closed For Remodeling.” But a good inch of dust was on the door. Another lie?

Dipper turned the knob, but it was locked. He turned it again, his super strength coming into play, and he accidentally broke the handle off. Oops, at least the door was unlocked. Dipper let it swing open and he was delighted to find a big room filled to the brim with artifacts and old relics from past heroes. The boy slowly walked in, unaware of the log of wood over his head, and he bumped into it.

“Hey, HEY!” A loud voice rang and the old man was back, this time only in boxers, not even wearing a top to cover his round, hairy chest, and he growled, “Watch it, that was part of the mast of the Argo!”

“No way!” Dipper gasped as the old man shoved him out of the way angrily and moved into the room. “The Argo?”

“HA! Who you think taught Jason how to sail? Noah?!” The old man laughed harshly as he walked past paintings and vases. “I trained all those would-be heroes. Odysseus, Perseus, Theseus, a lot of -euses. And every single one of those knuckleheads managed to screw up! But then, oh boy. There was that Achilles guy. Now there was a guy who had it all! The build, the speed, he could not only throw a punch but take it and keep on coming for more! BUT THAT STUPID HEEL OF HIS! Barely gets nicked there once, and he’s done and out of the count.”

Dipper blinked a few times, letting this story sink in. “Y-You?! You’re the Trainer of Heroes?!”

The old man sighed tiredly and leaned against a wall. “Call me Stan, kid.”

“Listen, I need your help!” The boy said and hurried to him. “I wanna become a hero, a true hero! Please, teach me!”

Stan snorted. “Haven’t you been listening to me, boy? There are no trainers on this island.”

“C’mon, please!” Dipper begged. “I have to do this. Haven’t you ever had a dream? Or just wanted something so badly you’d do anything?”

Stan looked down at the boy kind of weird for a moment or two, but then looked away, his eyes down like his hopes. “Yeah, I had a dream once. That I was gonna train the greatest hero there ever was. So great, the gods would hang a picture of him in the stars.” But Stan shook his head, like a dog clearing water out of its ears. “I ain’t training no more. Guy can only take so much disappointment, you know?”

“Stan, please, I can do it.” Dipper pleaded. “I have to! If I don’t, I’ll never be with my twin sister.”

That made Stan’s eyes flicker to the boy, trying to detect a lie. “You got a sister?”

“Yeah,” Dipper sighed. “Her name’s Mabel. I only talked to her for five minutes my whole life, but she’s amazing. She and my Great-Uncle Stanford, too, I guess, are the only family I’ve ever known, and I’ll never be with them until I can become a true hero and get my godhood back.”

Stan snorted and held his breath. Dipper looked at him and then scowled. Was this jerk trying to not laugh? “H-Hold it, kid. Stanford, Ruler of the Gods and all that and a bucket of grapes, is your uncle, right?”

“That’s what Mabel told me.” Dipper said. “She’s a muse. Well, okay, a muse in training, but…”

Stan was covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh, but he was failing miserably. “St-Stanford? The big guy?! He’s your UNCLE?! Haha!” Stan beat his fist against the wall a few times as he howled with laughter. “Mr. Lightning Bolt! Haha! P-Poindexter and Poindexter Junior! AH, HAHA! ‘Read me a book, would ya, Gwunkle?’ HAHA! Th-Then Sixer goes, ‘Once upon a time…’ AH, HAHAHA!” Stan was wiping tears from his eyes at this point as he laughed and held his ribs, down on his knees.

“It’s true!” Dipper yelled and stomped a foot in anger, his face red.

“Oh, please!” Stan growled and stood up as he cleared his throat. “If that genius really is your family, why hasn’t he sent you here sooner, eh? You think that big jerk cares about family, or that any gods care about family for that matter? Take my word, kid, they don’t.”

Dipper shook his head. “Well, Mabel does. She wants to help me get home, so she sent me here. I’m gonna be a true hero and I’ll work as hard as I can to get there, and I’m gonna see her and be with my family.”

Stan crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him. “You’re really willing to sacrifice everything you got for some dumb sibling?”

Dipper glared back and nodded.

A slow, slightly-creepy grin grew on the wrinkly face until it ranged from ear-to-ear. “That’s what I wanna hear! Okay! I’ll do it!”

“Wait, what?”

“You wanna be a hero that bad? Fine, I’ll train you.” Stan said and led the way out of the door and through the museum for the outdoors. “I’m giving you one shot to prove to me you can take it, so show me whatcha got. Anything.”

Dipper grinned and hurried to a nearby tree that looked like it was dying. “Watch this!” He grabbed it like he was hugging it, pulled, and with very little effort the boy yanked it out of the ground and threw it into the ocean, where it splashed far out of eye-sight.

“HOLY HERA!” Stan yelled with a grin and slapped his forehead. “Alright, pipsqueak, listen up, here’s the deal. You’re a scrawny little twerp who could use a good slap from puberty, but lemme tell you, you got potential. You’re stubborn and crazy strong and that’s good enough for me, so here’s what’s gonna go down. I’ll train you, but fair warning: this’ll be the hardest thing you’ll ever do ever. I ain’t gonna be soft with you. I’m talking waking up before dawn and not falling asleep well past sundown. I’m talking potential broken bones and internal bleeding if you fail courses. You might even wish that blasted Underworld will come and getcha already. But if you can handle my training, you can handle anything. If you’re up to it, your training starts right now. Oh, and you’ll have to work for me in exchange for a bed and some food, got it?”

“Deal!” Dipper said and shook his hand without a second’s hesitation. “I’ll literally do anything you want.”

“You’re gonna regret saying that, kid.” Stan smirked and threw a broom into his hands. “First task, clean the museum. If I see a single speck of dust you’re going without dinner tonight. Now get to work.”

Stan walked back into the Mystery Shack, disappearing behind the Employee Only door again, but the moment he was safe from hiding, he held his face in his hands and swore under his breath. “Damn you, Sixer, you really made me miss the birth of my own niece and nephew? Fuck you.”

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #fanfiction #gift

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jujywrites · 7 years ago

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This was written for last year’s polyship week. Day 5: Angst. I almost never write angst, but then I had an idea to make a side story that partilly fits into a multichap AU I’m planning (and have been for a long time =_=) which has endgame poly Sphinx trio. but I’m gonna anyway cuz I have this weird idea!! The prompt (linked bc long). My au isn soulmate but it may still be since I wrote this. It’s just 9x12, btw, with hints of Hisalisa.

“I think… Tomorrow. I can see you tomorrow.” She smiled briefly, a flash of light on her dim face, then hugged him. “But I really have to go now.”

“Okay, tomorrow,” Touji whispered. He waved as she turned, waved as she jogged away without looking back.

The sunset sprang into his eyes as he turned toward home, but he couldn’t care less, blinded already by the thrilling new color in his heart. In the back of his mind, held back by the glow, was the thought of Arata’s less than favorable reaction. I’ll explain, Touji decided. He’ll understand.

He made it home in record time and with barely a sweat. Up the front steps he went, tripping through the doorway with Lisa’s yellow all over him, sunlight leaking from his hands, and he was incandescently happy for a few more blissful seconds before the stone in Arata’s eyes stopped him cold.

“I’m home,” he said, unnecessarily, but he just wanted to hear…

“Welcome home.”

Touji let out a quiet breath. He put his backpack into its cubbyhole by the door, then walked over to Arata and gave him a kiss that he returned. They sat down on the couch together, but Touji saw Arata’s wary posture, how he didn’t sit as close as he usually did.

“You didn’t text me all day. What happened?”

“Nothing bad.” Touji’s heart sank to his shoes. He texted Arata often enough to be an annoyance– a thought he’d had, a tasty treat he’d eaten, pictures of scenery– even when they were in the same room. But today he hadn’t sent a single one. He’d been with Lisa all day.

His heart rose uncertainly. She’s… really something. He’ll understand!

“I met someone yesterday. Her name is Lisa and she’s… absolutely amazing. I saw her today, too.” He couldn’t help the smile as he kept talking, growing more and more animated. “Her voice is like nothing I’ve ever heard, and she’s really pretty in a quiet kind of way, and she laughed at my jokes! She seems sad, though. Like a raincloud follows her around. She says… I make her happy. And that really makes me happy.”

“So you have a connection with her, then.”

“Yes! Not like with you, but I feel something and it’s so beautiful– oh, she wants to meet you too. I told her only good stuff about you, so no worries.”

“Touji.”

He swallowed, heart stammering.

“Did you tell her about our marks?”

“She saw mine. Short sleeves, y’know. Hot out.” Why had his voice shrunk? “All I said was it’s my favorite number. I’m sure she doesn’t under–”

And suddenly his head hit the couch arm, and Arata hovered over him, handprint searing his chest. Touji didn’t struggle, but his heart kicked into high gear.

“You don’t even realize what you’ve done. What’s happening to you.”

Arata’s voice was dark blue now, usually a color that aroused Touji with its restriction. But it was tinged with black this time, and the black coiled around his lungs, stealing his air, making his pulse panic.

I know what’s happening to me. I’m falling in love. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking!” They’d played this game before– I’ve been bad. You should punish me. But this time it wasn’t a game, not at all. Arata was angry and Touji was scared, and Lisa– how could Touji explain what she meant to him when Lisa was exactly what Arata was upset about?

“She’s yellow. Arata. You don’t understand. I’ve never seen that color before,” he said desperately.

Arata’s eyes darkened, then brightened. In a flash he sat upright, moved to the far end of the couch. He raised his forearm, staring at his number, Touji knew.

Touji ran his fingers over his own mark, trying to slow his breath. As the silence thickened, he also eased back upright. “I’m–”

“–sorry.”

Touji startled. Arata had turned toward him, and the look on his face was distressingly new– his eyes liquid, mouth parted, breath shaking.

Before Touji could process, Arata had him in a tight embrace.

The silence gathered around them again as Touji relaxed into Arata’s arms.

“I’m so sorry.“ Arata’s voice was thick and tentative. “I don’t know what came over me. I promise you it won’t happen again. I promise.“

A smile cracked Touji’s lips. “And you only break promises when I ask you to.“

The familiar words softened the tension between them, and they cautiously settled into their usual routine. The subject didn’t come up again.

Until they were nearly asleep, movie winding to a close, ice cream wrappers on the coffee table.

“Bring her here.”

Touji rose from his haze, nestled against Arata’s side. “What?”

“Lisa.”

“But… here?”

Arata nodded. “It’s all right, Touji.”

His fingers flexed over Arata’s number.

“I’d like to meet her. She’s stolen your heart, after all.“

Only part of it, Touji wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come out.

#ZnT #JujYwrites #Zankyou no Terror

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dragondusk-moved · 6 years ago

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Old art dump part 3610630162

I went from 1 to that number because i’m pretty sure i’ve done multiple art dumps that were like part 1, part 2 lmao. Same as the last dump except i know some of these were 2016 for sure. I feel like i posted some of these before as their own drawings so if i repeated posted them, i’m sorry!

Old drawing of my friend BOT’s fursona

Yet another rejected oc. Whats this, james actually had a fully colored scrapped oc? Omg wut is dis?!?!1 All i remember is that he was male and he really liked happy hardcore and breakbeat music. Very 2015 luxa, amirite?

Sketch of a gift i made for brianthefox on da. I’m not a fan of him anymore.

Lineless practice of isa and an ex friend. Alisa’s koopa sona was gonna fill the 3rd space, but i never got to it.

Sphinx dude thing i think was for a contest or something?? I connotate it to a bad memory but oh well, i still think its ok enough to post. Please don’t ask what that memory is btw because i’m not comfortable talking about it

Friends (and an ex friend?) as splatoon squids. Some of them i based on the person themselves, some i based on their ocs. From top to bottom: the old friend i mentioned in the first dump who i forgot the name of, alisa, [REDACTED], and ryna. I know these are based on your old characters/selves, so if youre not comfortable with them being public, lmk and i’ll take it down.

For the first time ever (i think?), i show the actual drawing behind pecha’s origins! As you know, he was based on a rejected contest entry, but i don’t think i’ve ever shown that actual art. I never finished the head and the contest got cancelled anyway, but i really liked what i had going. I came up with a design for the face and head and boom! Pecha was born!

A formerly co-owned oc (yes, he was co-owned but i never really talked about it). I think this drawing was either based on a dream i had or was vent art. Idk.

Old drawing of furry!zach and some anatomy practice sketches which you can see are...pretty bad, and didn’t help my art much.

#old art #dump

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kebelesaurus · 8 years ago

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during the lecture about visual arts professor told us about sphinx and how its image changed through the time, and, let me tell you, this is the most histeric thing i heard in a long time: basically, at the beginning, sphinx was imaged more or less like this guy:

(ya, i know it’s called lamassu, but remember, we are talking about ‘visuals’, not semantics)

and now, because people in that time didn’t have anything beside their own memories and speech to transmit ideas from place to place - most people were illiterate, probably couldn’t draw for shit and daguerre’s great grand father hadn’t been even born yet, they could only tell stories.

problem is: if i’m going to tell you ‘hey, i was in that city three weeks by the camel from here and saw a shrine THIIIIIIIIIIS BIG and it was guarded by pair of demons THIIIIIIIIIIIIIS BIG and they had lion body, eagle wings, snake tail and beautiful, man face’ you are probably going to imagine face YOU (your preference formed by culture you’ve grown up in, your environment, and million other things) consider beautiful.

Stories travel with people whom carry them, so it isn’t hard to imagine how idea of demon with human face and hybrid body got to egypt:

and then to greece:

all those three (four?) statues are theorhetically the same, but they vary because of beauty canons, materials they were made from and so on.

and this last, greek one, along with stupid modern era people was responsible for sphinx’s sex transition.

you see, head on this sphinx isn’t female. it seems to be because of attributes we consider belonging to young women: long, braided hair, smooth, beardless face. but here we, and people who ‘discovered’ ancient art anew in XX century, are wrong. this face belonged to idea of beautiful, young man, who was very frequently sculpted in greece in that time:

(dangly bits edited to keep this post from being nsfw)

so how we came from sculptures of greek youngsters to this?:

here the histeric part begins:

when european art world started fawning over classics again, it also indiscriminately took visual of sphinx in as well. being ignorant and looking only at their own culture’s standards, europeans coded this demon as a woman, because duh, it has long hair and smooth face, ain’t it?

it also doubled as an artistic vent for poor poor men, who slowly started realising that with all those women who want to go to the university, have a right to vote and decide about themselves, maybe they aren’t so fragile and stupid as they wanted them to be throughout centuries and it frightened men to no end. And what would be more fitting than visualising your fear as a demon only wanting for you to perish? (btw, if you look up, the term femme fatale was coined around the same time).

TL;DR sphinx is a beautiful, man-eating trans woman and i love her v much

#whoa #long post #art #history #sphinx #trans woman #my whines

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myblacktruth-wakeup-post-blog · 7 years ago

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Fetish for Mixed Children Part 2

What happened to black men and women embracing their blackness? Now it is seen as we are all human beings, yet many black people wanna go buck wild over police brutality, but are not even in touch with their own self esteem issues? We were taught about MLK, Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, Harriet Tubman, etc. about their greatness and effect they had on history. People say there are no role models, but if you don’t give a f&%k about ANYTHING, if you stand for nothing, tell me--what exactly do you need a role model for? (BTW, this is for all the black people who don’t care about their own community and racial progression. This isn’t about blacks taking over the world, but it is about not participating in destruction, but building up our race instead).

Malcolm X and MLK taught our people to be strong in society, to be vigilant, have good self esteem, be comfortable in our skin, and stand tall so racists see we are not going to be affected by the way they view us.

So, with that being said, it disgusts me to see that some black men/women settle for white trash either for financial gains or because of insecurity. I’m not saying this is everyone’s case but almost every time I’ve seen a black man date outside of his race, black women has always faced some type of attack -- supposedly I’m supposed to cry and fall to my knees because he decided to bust a nut in a white woman and pass on his ignorant view point to his children, or some of them, simply avoid black woman period (either from consistent failed relationships, generalized viewpoint on African American woman, or the stereotypical “black mom” struggle.)

Not only are there many poverty-stricken black people who will accept anything due to low standards (I’m talking about from any race), but the ones with low self esteem will specifically lay down with a man, let him inside your coochie, just to dump his semen on you and abandon the mixed babies you’ve always sought to have. This is not every case, I’m aware of that, but the fascination is what kills me, because I can’t remember the last time (other than having to search it online), I heard someone oogling over black features, babies with natural hair, smooth brown skin, and pretty smiles. Sure, you can label it as a ‘preference’ all you want, but I can’t be the only one that thinks dating for the wrong reasons is a no-no. Also, if people say ‘God created us all equal’ or ‘we’re all equal’, then how come people lean so much further towards the white standard of beauty? There’s only one answer: we have been conditioned for years to hate ourselves, but it is your decision whether you want to be confident in your features or continue to have a twisted mentality that ‘white is better’ and black is ‘ugly or not good enough.’

The reason why SO many people are brainwashed by this way of thinking is because of ‘scientific racism’, which the the pseudoscientific belief that empirical evidence exists to support or justify racism (racial discrimination), racial inferiority, or racial superiority, according to Wikipedia.

Polygenist Christoph Meiners believed each race had a separate origin and of course, split these races up into different divisions, which he labeled “the beautiful white race” (Obviously) and “the ugly black race.” So clearly this stuff didn’t start in the millennial generation. Funny thing about this Christoph Meiners, who was supposed to be so studious and factual, based these divisions purely off of his opinions, saying that the main characteristic to look for is ugliness or beauty, and he THOUGHT the white race to be beautiful, while the blacks were nothing but animals.

But if you take a look back...

OUR PEOPLE WERE KINGS & QUEENS BEFORE WE WERE SEEN AS SLAVES & ANIMALS, “NIGGAS” & “BAD BITCHES”...

Take a look at the features on these ancient Egyptian statues. Look familiar?

"All the Egyptians," wrote de Volney, (french man troubled by slavery) "have a bloated face, puffed-up eyes, flat nose, thick lips – in a word, the true face of the mulatto. I was tempted to attribute it to the climate, but when I visited the Sphinx, its appearance gave me the key to the riddle. On seeing that head, typically Negro in all its features, I remembered the remarkable passage where Herodotus says:

' As for me, I judge the Colchians to be a colony of the Egyptians because, like them, they are black with woolly hair...

SO, when I think of dark skin and woolly/nappy hair texture usually worn in braided styles, white people usually aren’t the ones who pop on in my mind, or any other race of that matter. Never-mind what I think, white people with dark complexions and nappy hair DON’T EXIST, despite many “euro-scientists” who have failed to prove that white people were the first people on earth - this belief was already shut down the moment skin was brought into the equation.

Take a look at who does fit the description though...

Take a look at the hairstyles in the art ^

A braid (also referred to as a plait) is a complex structure or pattern formed by interlacing three or more strands of flexible material such as textile yarns, wire, or hair. wikipedia.

African people such as the Himba people of Namibia have been braiding their hair for centuries. In many African tribes hairstyles are unique and used to identify each tribe. Braid patterns or hairstyles can be an indication of a person’s community, age, marital status, wealth, power, social position, and religion.[5]

Culture appropriation already existed once Caucasian women and men discovered the art of braiding from the stolen slaves owned by the French, which is where the name “French Braids” derives from. It bothers me hearing the term when braiding actually were created by Africans, thus really being “African Braids,” (of course people don’t want to give credit to the people that started it), but even until this day white people wear braids that are generally harder for their hair to hold considering the texture is looser, stringier, and edge-less. This is why blacks hair tends to hold for months, while Caucasian hair (when braided) can hardly last a week, which is why it kills me (not literally) when people always come after black girl’s hair, even though Caucasian’s hair is KNOWN to take more maintenance which includes constantly washing it to prevent molding, lice infestation, knotting, and breakage.

Common Head Lice (yes black people get lice, but not very often. The cases of black people getting head lice are much rarer than whites, due to the lice being drawn to the increase of moisture that exists in Caucasian hair.

It’s also funny how many people view giving birth to mixed children as somehow “ending separation” and division, without even realizing that it actually creates division. For example, when you see post online made by certain white women about their mixed daughters/sons you get to see how disgusting and creepy the message seems. Posts like the “best of both worlds” and “get yourself a lighty”, “I JUST want biracial babies.” (Though most people aren’t aware or just don’t give af), this hurts the black women who are in families that purposely race-mixed so they wouldn’t produce children with the same features and hair texture as that black female. Then there are many black women who are just as brainwashed as the interracial couples that have this weird fetish for their children.

And of course I do not stand alone in my opinion...

It ain’t for me, personally.

#colorism #mixedbabies #blackbeauty #conciousblackgirl

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forceofbill · 7 years ago

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League Night of 7-22-17

Well this past league was interesting! We saw gas, we saw Kruphix get a leg up, and we saw our resident Grixis player abandon red for a better outcome!

First off, the commanders:

2 The Scarab God 2 Hazezon Tamar 2 Kruphix, God of Horizons 2 Arcanis, the Omnipotent Baral, Chief of Compliance Selvala, Explorer Returned

The color wheel:

47.83% Blue 21.74% Green 13.04% White 8.70% Red 8.70% Black

Ho boy, there was a LOT of blue and green. More blue than anything. If only Hazezon and Sevala could swim.

Since there was only 5 of us this past weekend, we did a pod of 5 people.

Game one was fast…, and not just like, meh…, yeah, turn 20 and 40 minutes later fast, I’m talking turn 5 and pretty much game fast.

The first game’s commanders were:

The Scarab God Arcanis, the Omnipotent Hazezon Tamar Sevala, Explorer Returned Kruphix, God of Horizons

Fun fact about game one, 3 of the 5 decks had Mana Crypt (or as I now call it, the Saw Card) out and one person died from it. We’ll get to that later.

“Wanna play a game?”

Anyways,

Sevala had an explosive start, I’m talking board stall (winter orb ((which I had to beast within)), thorn of amethyst) and gas like Quirion Ranger to keep the Parlay engine going. Had the game gone to turn 6 for Juston, I think we all would have lost to the ‘Giver’ elf. Actually, the only REASON the game even made it to turn 6 was because Dustin counterspelled Stoneforge Mystic early and bought everyone time.

#blessed

Patrick was lucky enough to mostly watch the event due to drawing almost no lands the whole game. It wasn’t until the (3rd?) Parley from Sevala that his deck was thinned out a bit and that he managed to draw into some land and begin to play with everyone again.

Kevin ramped pretty fast. The Mana Crypt helping quite a bit as well as a bounce land to double him up. Even though he had to pay 7 to Sorin Juston (Thanks, Thorn of Amethyst), it was a turn 5 seven mana and that knocked Juston from 45 health to 10. Brutal.

Arcanis was also SORT of mana screwed this whole game. Although Dustin had an explosive start with Chrome Mox, Mana Crypt, he only had 2 islands for most of the game. Not to mention no real card draw due to not enough mana for casting Arcanis until it was too late in the game.

Hazezon ramped hard and fast. I’m talking Mana Crypt, Mana vault, into ramp land and chromatic lantern. Turn 2 saw an anointed procession, and by turn 3, a Flashed Samut at the end of Dustin’s turn. Can I just say Samut is the best ever? K.

Turn four was a hardcast Hazezon Tamar, which thanks to Annoited Procession made double tokens (8 Sand Warriors). We lived to turn 5, where Juston was put to 10 and I had been chipping a little bit away at Patrick’s health with Samut double strike. I cast Craterhoof behemoth (thanks Chromatic Lantern) and ramped everything up to 72 points of dmg with HASTE thanks to Mama Samut.

Now, I couldn’t kill everyone and in my Hubris, I did not kill Planeswalker Papa Sorin Markov because I told Kevin I wouldn’t… I killed off Juston and Patrick together and put both Kevin and Dustin low. When I went to coup de grâce both Kevin and Dustin off on turn 6 (Keep in mind Sorin was +2 on Kevin’s turn) I was met with an Evacuation thanks to Dustin and my casting of ‘kicked’ Hunting Wilds caused me to return 4 of my lands to my hand. Sad days. This inevitably meant that I went from 35 life to 10, thanks to a round 2 Sorin! TWO PEOPLE SORIN’D!!!! HOW?!?

Scratch that, Gunslinger Markov is the name that should be used on that Planeswalker. PEW.PEW.

Although I was able to replay a lot of my stuff, it was at the hands of Kevin and Dustin combined getting me down to 2 life (Mana Vault helped a little too, what can I say, I’m greedy) and my bad luck rolling with Mana Crypt that inevitably killed me. Seriously, SERIOUSLY. NEVER. CHOOSE. ODDS. This led to the heads up match between Kevin and Dustin who had FINALLY got some islands but frankly, was just too far behind at this point to squeak a win out and eventually fell to the Scarab God deck.

Game 2

Whoa..... okay, this game lasted a LOT longer. I want to say about an hour, maybe a little more. It was a little tougher, but fun! Commanders for Game 2 were:

The Scarab God Arcanis, the Omnipotent Hazezon Tamar Baral, Chief of Compliance Kruphix, God of Horizons

Quick summary and notes, A lot of counterspells. A lot of stall. I’m adding in Red Elemental Blast.

Lemme do a breakdown of game 2 now:

Kevin got to go first, I think. But for most of the game he struggled with mana up until the really interesting parts I’ll get to later! Arcanis was a okay start. Again with Chrome Mox and a little mana rock ramp, some counters and some draw, but no major threats thanks to Juston’s Baral, Chief of Compliance deck. Hazezon ramped a little bit slower this game. He was mostly kept in check by counterspells and bounce spells. Kevin Forbid Mirari’s Wake from coming into play, which makes no sense to me! It’s just a little mana ramp, GAWL! Juston countered Annointed Procession, and for the most part Hazezon was only allowed to Sand Warrior out with some small guys for most of the game.

Funny thing! This was Juston’s board state for the entire game for over an hour.

And when I think about it now, we could have probably killed him numerous times over, but often used him as a buffer to help our own games. Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, but it does pay off for him in the points system at the end a little! Now here’s where it get interesting. Kruphix had MANA this game! Woo! And he was doing things, drawing 13 cards, stocking up on mana, discarding 13 cards thanks to Juston getting Kruphix out of the way and Dustin’s Windfall effect later which allowed us all to draw back up to 7 cards, (which was amazing btw, it got me 5 more lands ((zzzzz))). YOU SHOULD HAVE COUNTERED IT KEVIN! GAWD! So the game goes in a big circle for a while, and no one is really taking damage except for Dustin from his Mana Crypt occasionally (bringing him down to 27 I think at one point) and Patrick from his Mana Crypt

EVERY SINGLE TURN!

Eventually bringing him down to 10. YES. 10. I mean, I may have slipped in some Samut damage once but still, sounds better to die from Crypt.

Now, this did not deter Patrick in the slightest. Thanks to Juston when everything was bounced back, the Mana Crypt did not come out again and saved his life. Hazezon had done a good bit of damage to several people at this point with a Decimator of Provinces that Patrick now had the mana to RITE of REPLICATION with KICKER.

One of these creatures attacked Hazezon which I took glady (not really gladly) getting my life lower and then the other 4 went to Kevin who had a pretty substantial board state finally. Sheoldred, Whispering One, Sidisi, Wrexial, the Risen Deep, Triskelion, and lol, a Snapcaster Mage with nothing to snap :(

Several of these traded to kill off a couple of the Decimator of the Provinces and keep himself alive. The turns circled around BACK to the biggest threat (Patrick), Also, during this time I think Dustin and Kevin had kept fighting over a Consecrated Sphinx and who would own it and who would resurrect it for different reasons. It ended up not really doing much due to the dire board state put up by Patrick the coming turn. So Patrick still has several Decimators left, sacrificing one to Sheoldred (yay) and only having two left to hit anyone with, which he does, to kill off Dustin. Patrick follows up his board state with Avenger of Zendikar dropping 11 Plant Tokens on the field, but no land to buff them yet, having played a land earlier in the turn. Patrick DID have Burgeoning out to play additional lands, but Kevin was too smart and didn’t play a land for him to capitalize off that. Instead, on his turn, Kevin brought back his Sidisi from the graveyard thanks to Sheoldred (again!?) and searched for Massacre Wurm, WRECKING Patrick’s board state and his life and killing him. So brutal, so unexpected. Super great.

This left Baral, Hazezon, and the Scarab God.

Hazezon was low thanks to Patrick and getting smashed by Kevin one turn, having 11 tokens to work with that came into play that turn, I tried looking high and low for answers and to be able to cast Craterhoof and win. Baiting Juston into countering my Crop Rotation (which I have no Cavern of Souls) *MUAHAHAHAHAHAH* I reached far and wide and never really found an answer to kill both of them. Craterhoof was countered, sadly, I swung to kill Juston and then accepted my fate at the hands of fatties on Kevin’s side and died horribly.

POINTS

Since 5 to a pod the points are: Winner: 5 points Second place: 4 points Third place: 3 points Fourth place: 2 points Fifth place: 1 point

Kevin - 10 points (BALLIN’) Billy - 7 Points Dustin - 5 Points Juston - 5 Points Patrick - 4 Points

OVERALL POINTS:

Kevin – 47 Points Billy – 42 Points Dustin – 39 Points Jonathan – 31 Points Juston – 28 Points Patrick – 26 Points Trent – 20 Points Devin – 9 Points Cory – 8 Points Travis – 8 Points

The Card of the night was definitely Mana Crypt. It made a HUGE difference in two games life wise and was probably the most used in both games.

Also, as a side note, we did play some more games and even had a GIANT pillow fight. At one point I got Ormendahl out, but Marit Lage came out and they basically just slapped hands the whole time. We ignored Omnath that whole game (Well, I didn’t).... I put out lethal vapors for him. But it really didn’t matter and I ended up taking like 21 damage in a turn anyways tanks to Where Ancients Tread.

#edh #elder dragon highlander #magic the gathering #forceofbeard #forceofbill #magic #mtg #the #gathering #game night #EDH night

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ghozt1ng-blog · 7 years ago

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Chapter 2 - Burrito Briefing

At least I’m getting a lunch out of this, Trick thought dismally as he got out into the rain. It was coming down harder than before.

The ground was slippery with wet, dead leaves. Los Robertos shown through through the autumn gloom with its brilliant neon rainbow signs. The friendly sign of a portly Mexican chef beckoned patrons in to enjoy some great Latin American cuisine and a bad case of Montezuma’s Revenge. Trick had had the opportunity to experience both twice before. However, the food was too good to not forgive the imposed bowel movements. But today, he was not feeling the joy of excellent Mexican food; Agent Conturbatio, the Sphinx, was him to work with a geek to solve a case.

Yeah, he could work with Naomi, but that was because she was cool and spoke her mind unlike many of the other nerds he had met. All the others had the tendency to beat around the bush, drag others into long lectures about things that had no real weight in reality, and traded in a sense of fun for extra brain space. If he agreed to this case, which he hadn’t yet, he would have to deal with all three of those annoyances. At least his mother could agree with him. One of the few things they could agree on.

Gritting his teeth, Trick entered the restaurant. The Sphinx was easy to pick out in the sparsely patronized establishment: His trench coat, flashy tie, and shades stuck out like a sore thumb. He stood up as Trick and his mothered entered and gave them both handshakes.

“Thank you for making the time to come and meet with me,” He said genially. “I understand that most people at this time are getting ready for the holidays, but I do have a bit of an urgent case on my hands.”

“That’s okay. It was a boring day at school anyway. How can I help you with this new case?”

“Come over here and order first. My treat! Whatever you want.”

Trick decided that if he was going to suffer diarrhea, he might as well suffer it in style. He ordered the the chalupa with the works and extra hot sauce. The soda he drank along with it really didn’t do anything as the tip of his tongue burned with the tasty contents of the chalupa. His mom enjoyed a taco while the Sphinx chowed down on a burrito and a side of nachos.

“Yum! I love burritos! The idea of wrapping an entire meal into a piece of flatbread bespeaks an enlightened people,” Conturbatio said happily.

“Hm, yes. This place does have great food,” Trick agreed. “But now then, what is it that you wanted to discuss with me?” Please let it not be befriending socially inept nerds!

“Excellent! Now then, Naomi is being caught up by Agent Miles. I believe they’re at McDonald’s at the moment,” Conturbatio mused.

“Really? I could have gotten her! Those two don’t see eye to eye,” Susan said angrily.

“And that is why they needed to meet,” the Sphinx explained. “They need to know how to communicate and overcome their differences in order to work well together. Learning this skill is essential to a successful investigation now and a prosperous and happy life down the road.”

“Did you find that wisdom in rolled in your burrito,” Trick joked.

“No, but it should be. In any case, I hope that Naomi will be joining us. In fact, I am certain that she will. Now then, to business,” The Sphinx said around another bite of burrito. “You have probably heard of the supposed terrorist attack in Provo, Utah. Well, I think that there is more to the whole situation. Though the Department of Homeland Security for the moment has a solid case with those young men having connection to people in Africa, who might be terrorist affiliated, and that they were supposedly carrying a dangerous toxin, there is more to the story that the official reports have not taken into account.

“There is one Brandon Barney, who was there at the theater when the attack occurred.” The agent drew out of his coat a picture of a teen with a round face and thick glasses. “He witnessed what happened and reported to police that the dinosaurs on the screen, they were watching Jurassic Park by the way, that the dinosaurs on the screen came to life. This is not the first time that he or his family have filed reports or complaints of various forms of entertainment coming to life around them. Specifically their house. Brandon thinks they are cursed. I think that after what we saw with the wolves and vampires, it might be possible that they are.”

Trick nodded his head slowly as he took another bite of his chalupa.

“Where I need you and Naomi,” the Sphinx continued. “Is to connect with Brandon and get him talking honestly. Your mother has pegged him as the kind of boy who won’t want to talk to us. Especially, I think, after so many adults haven’t believed him. So, do you think you can help us out really quick, get the job done before Thanksgiving?”

“Uh, erm… I might not be the guy for this,” Trick said slowly.

“Why do you say that?” The Sphinx cocked his head to the side.

“I don’t get along well with nerds,” Trick said defensively.

“But you and Naomi are friends. If she isn’t a nerd, I don’t know who is, or what she is! Besides, you’ll have her there to connect with him on the things you don’t understand, and and you can use your quick speaking ways to get him and others to open up,” Conturbatio argued with a wave of his hand. “And don’t worry about your schooling. I’ll personally take care of the matter!”

Trick didn’t know what he was going to say. He knew that going with the Sphinx again would be another adventure and ticket out of school. And if he declined now, he might not get another chance. Plus, it would probably make Conturbatio think less of him. On the other hand, though, this just didn’t feel like the case for him. And what if Naomi didn’t want to work with him again!? Hadn’t she said she would never go on another adventure with him? He knew he wanted to have her there, but did she feel the same?

His pocket vibrated and he fished out his phone. “Hold on, just a sec.” He looked down and saw a message from Naomi. She had finally contacted him! He swiped his screen and opened the message. He read,

“So Agent Miles says that we are needed in Provo to solve another case. I’m game. BTW, this isn’t you inviting me along, so it doesn’t count!”

How did she read my thoughts, Trick thought as his eyebrows shot up. He then chuckled and typed his response. “Alright Agent Conturbatio. I’m game. I’ll see if we can’t solve your little mystery in record time.”

“That’s the spirit,” the Sphinx said enthusiastically.

“Trick’s mom watched the exchange with a guarded expression as her son finally asked, “But there is one thing I need to know from you. How are we going to deal with the curse if it turns out to be real? Last time, we kinda just got lucky.”

The Sphinx leaned in and said in a low voice, “All we need to do is prove or disprove the existence of a curse. If we can have undeniable evidence, we could possibly free four falsely accused men. From there, the FBI will work on further investigating and breaking the curse. I just need you and Naomi to dive into Brandon’s world and help us find what we need. Also, you youngsters are more in the know when it comes to fads and popular shows, books, and the likes. Well, at least Naomi should be. We boring adults in the FBI are not quite as knowledgeable.”

“Then I guess you are in luck,” Trick said as the bowel movements struck like angry rattlesnakes.

Naomi polished off her her cheap, fake fries as Trick’s response buzzed on her phone. She swiped and the message popped up on her screen. She read with satisfaction:

“But we are still going on an adventure together. It counts!”

So he was also on board. Good. She already knew that she wouldn’t be able to stomach this Brandon guy on her own. The picture Agent Miles had shown her was enough to peg this poor guy. He was going to slobber all over her when they finally got to Provo. She could use Trick as a shield and embarrass him as his quick wit and silver tongue got him nowhere with this brick wall.

She laughed to herself as she took a sip of her Coke. Agent Miles looked up from her phone and asked what was the matter. Yes, this lady was still annoying, but so long as she wasn’t trying to sound intelligible, Naomi and she could get along just fine. They had all throughout lunch.

“Nothing really. We’ll have Trick along for the ride is all. That guy can be quite funny, especially when he isn’t trying to be.”

Agent Miles gave her a knowing look and she responded sharply, “Stop thinking what you’re thinking, because that isn’t it!”

Okay, maybe she and Agent Miles needed to work out more than she had previously thought.

#My writing #mysteries of the q files #burritos #chalupa #teenager #mystery

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jujywrites · 7 years ago

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Sphinx crew vs Madoka fandom

[present-me note: this was written for @zntanniversary‘s second year]

Since I failed at doing something each day (small bummer), and since I couldn’t finish the two other ZnT fics I planned to post (BIG BUMMER), I’m gonna dump my headcanons(?) that grew out of this fic. They popped into my brain over the week and I’ve been trying to ignore them because they’re ridiculous but screw it. it’s after midnight now too but double screw it (written by someone who’s only watched the show+one Rebellion clip btw)

PUTTING THE PMMM SOUNDTRACK ON TO WRITE THIS = BAD IDEA ;_;

(I have retroactively decided for this particular AU that the gang live in the same apartment complex and get to know one another that way bla*handwaving*)

Five is the original instigator. She stumbles upon the show, binge-watches it over the weekend and boom new fandom. Mid-week Lisa notices she isn’t quite herself and asks what’s up and Five is like “WATCH THIS THING WITH ME IT’S AMAZING YOU HAVE TO“ and Lisa’s all “o-okay O_o;“ (Five’s discovered the movies at this point but chooses the show so Lisa can have the same experience)

Lisa’s too shocked to say anything by ep 3 but by ep 7 she’s like “you knew about all this?!“ and Five just nods bc what can she do. She does ask her “do you wanna stop“ NO WAY NO HOW LISA’S SEEING THIS THING THROUGH

Cut to the last two eps where Lisa’s a wreck and Five tries not to be bc she’s gone through it once and her feels are still shot but NOPE

so they’re sobbing together and after the credits roll Lisa says,”I love it. it’s so sad but I just” Five: “I know“ and hugs her. “you okay?“ “I’ll be okay.“

so theeeennn Five drags her into fanart/fic (and she’s started arting for it but to shy to show Lisa yet) and they’re both obsessed with the soundtrack and watch the movies

and then Movie Night with the boys wherein the girls launch their MasterPlanTM

Twelve is shocked that 1: 5L are into it and 2: they’d subject him/Nine to this. he complains after the mood shift (aka rip Mami) he’s hooked, done for

So the three of them are constantly talking and yelling at the screen (Twelve does most of the yelling), meanwhile Nine is equally hooked/in inner turmoil. But he doesn’t say a thing bc his head is totally in the PMMM world. Yeah ok the others occasionally notice and check in, sometimes he asks a question but mostly he’s just watching. The Kyoko-Sayaka situation got to him deeply but he held it together. It’s only when the 2nd movie’s credits roll and Hikarifuru started playing that he’s like hell no I got through all of this shit why do i have FEELINGS now?! Five is crying quietly bc she’s really trying not to make a fool of herself in front of everyone(with Lisa it’s different), Twelve’s sniffling and hiding behind a napkin, so Nine goes to get up and get water as an excuse to Not Be Here(and maybe cry by himself), but Lisa grabs his arm with both hands, still staring at the screen, and aw jeez he shouldn’t have looked at her tears are just streaming and how can he leave her like that. He ends up putting his arm around her shoulders and stays very very still and blinks a lot. Takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes.

By the time Hikarifuru’s over everyone’s basically in differing degrees of mess and they just huddle/cuddle together on the couch for a while recovering. (They started early enough to fit Rebellion in but yeah wishful thinking poor broken bbys)

Happier Stuff

They all adore the soundtrack. Sometimes Nine will noodle along on the piano, preferably when no one’s around, but Twelve found out and blabbed so they all know. They also know not to comment on it. One day Lisa gets up the courage to just sit down and accompany him and he’s shocked but also… doesn’t really mind.

Twelve gets obsessed with Kalafina(he may have played Magia constantly for an hour?) and crushes on Wakana(“a literal angel!”)

they all(except Nine but he was happy for them) lost it at this scene (KyoSaya is universally beloved)

5L ship MadoHomu unabashedly. Twelve felt weird shipping them at first/also was distracted by KyoSaya OTP, but 5L helped him come around.

Lisa also ships SayaMado and is sometimes torn. Twelve suggests KyoSayaMado and the girls side eye him for it but he insists it’s not prurient interest and ends up impressing with his meta and headcanons

Nine’s interested in what the others have to say but he doesn’t much care about shipping, he just wants his children to be safe and happy (which may also involve them in one big poly pile shhh he goes back and forth on it)

Five arts (she’s arted since before Madoka) and Lisa fics(she’s considered it for a while but Madoka made her start, she’s still nervous) and they art and fic each others stuff. The boys are fascinated and loyal fans and sometimes Twelve fics or collabs with Lisa but not much and only shows them, he and Nine are happy to consume. They convince the girls to post their stuff, but some of it stays within the crew.

Somehow Twelve drags them all to karaoke at some point and 5L floor everyone with a Connect duet that winds up on YouTube and gets way more views than any of them expect

#M1ntYheadcanons #ZnT #Zankyou no Terror #PMMM

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