#Lost Boys (LB 1)

[percontaion-points]

Lost Boys chapters 41 & 42

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Chapter 41

When I finally managed to drift into sleep, the nightmares came to haunt me. I dreamed that I was drowning and couldn’t breathe. I woke up every time sweating and breathing fast, and started crying all over again until I was exhausted and drifted into sleep and yet another round of horrible nightmares. 

My mom, Tiff and the boys came every day to try to talk me out of my depression. But the only time I talked was to tell them to go away. But they kept coming back. 

This is actually an appropriate time for the author to gloss over a lot of time super quickly. 

However, the fact that this has been the go-to method of communication for probably half of this book drastically lessens the impact of this scene. 

Because rather than to show how little Joe has been paying attention to the things going on in her life… It’s simply business as usual. 

“You seriously don’t know? It’s your birthday, Joey.” 

I swear the first tag on goodreads claims that this book is a young adult. 

She’s goddamned 19 now, and this is literally book one of three!

YOU KNOW, FOR TEENAGERS. 

I ended up falling asleep on the couch and dreamed about a frozen desert, where a sun made of glittering ice floated in the cold sky; but now, strangely, snow fell on the soft warm sand, melting as soon as it touched the ground …

Chapter 41 summary: Obviously Joe mopes around a lot, feeling depressed and sorry for herself. Eventually, the boys convince her to eat something, and to go take a shower for the first time in days. (Also worth noting that Joe complains that the pain isn’t leaving, but like… it’s clearly only been like 3 days…) 

They then have to remind her that it’s her birthday tomorrow, and that they have something great planned for her. 

Chapter 42

“Vigil. Vigil. Vigil. Vigil. Vigil,” I repeated to myself.

Is he fucking Beetlejuice? Does repeating his name summon him?

“But I have a proposal for you,” I said, leaning in closer to her. “Let’s make a deal, right here, right now, just you and me. You bring Tristan back to me, without any magic deadlines or tricks like last time – and in a way that Vigil’s people have no say over, because it won’t be a mistake that needs to be fixed. You bring him back and I promise you the best show yet for your personal enjoyment. It’ll be a life full of possibilities that you can watch and enjoy. Plus, you can always visit, whenever you want. When you’re off work, you know. That’d be cool. I’m sure no one has ever offered that to you before,” I said, watching for her reaction closely. She was impossible to read, though.

I love how Joe simply takes and takes and takes, and offers up nothing in return. 

Like these sorts of things usually take some kind of sacrifice. And she’s like “Do this for me because you think I’m cute! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?!”

 “I will go fetch him now. He should be there when you get back. Take care, Grays,” she said, bowing slightly at me and Vigil, and then she shimmered away without waiting for a reply. 

I’m honestly waiting for the catch. There’s two more books, after all. The second one is called “Lost Girl”, and that can’t possibly be full of sunshine and rainbows. 

I had my ghost boy to love, my band of brothers reunited, and together we were ready for anything – life was again full of possibilities.

Chapter 42 summary: Joe summons Vigil by basically screaming his name over and over. When he shows up, she begs for him to help her get Tristan back. After a while, he agrees to help her, but only as a birthday present. 

He does something to her to help her send her to Sky again. There, Joe basically begs “You give me Tristan. I give you nothing.” For some unholy reason, this somehow works and Sky eventually agrees, promising that he’ll be there when she wakes up. 

Joe wakes up alone, and searches the house for Tristan, but he’s not there. She then goes to the cemetery, but again, finds nothing. After a while, she finds footprints in the snow, and follows them to find Tristan. The series probably should have ended here, but for some reason, there’s two more fucking books after this. 

[trashart00]

Less than 12 hours until the release of “The Tortured Poets Department”!

Hence, I present to you, “The Tortured Catboy Department”

Track List:

SIDE A: Deux Semaines (feat Ladybug) / The Tortured Catboy Department / My Lady Abandons Only Her Favourite Partners / Down Bad

SIDE B: So Long, London / But Daddy I Love Her / Fresh Out the Slammer / Akuma !!! (feat Monarch)

SIDE C: Guilty As Sin? / Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me / Even Ladybug Can’t Fix This / loml

SIDE D: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart / The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived / The Cataclysm / Adrien Agreste

Bonus Tracks: The Black Cat / Solitude / Doppelgänger / Tell-Tail Heart

(Love how so many of the original track names still work)

My takes of what each song is about/inspired by under cut (but, if you feel like it, tell me yours :D)

I’m picturing all of these to be from Adrien’s perspective so they reflect mostly his version of the situations rather than the objective reality (especially the Laybug centered ones)

Deux Semaines (feat Ladybug): This one would focus on the sequence in Multiplication where Monarch doesn’t attack and how LadyNoir’s relationship recovers from the events of Season 4.

TTCD: Kept the “Catboy” singular because while there are multiple Catboy identities, there is only one boy underneath them all. Hence while I think it would be about him just stating his issues with everything, it would also focus on loneliness and how his department is understaffed :(

MLAOHFP: All of the Season 4 LadyNoir separation arc angst, with the “Favourite” being a callback to Risk (and kinda a jab at Rena because he thinks that she’s really her favourite, but y’ know, she didn’t abandon her so Rena can’t be her actual favourite)

Down Bad: Mainly about how Chat’s love for LB makes him excuse her behaviors, but also makes him act out (maybe a reference to Elation).

SL,L: About the whole arc of Gabriel sending Adrien to London and all of the memories he would have surrounding this ordeal - key point, not “So Long, Paris” because he didn’t want to leave, and in the end he comes back to a changed world.

BDILH: This one’s either about the Chat Blanc breakup or Gabriel’s dislike of Marinette in Season 5 (or both, with maybe a line about how he feels like this has happened before)

FOTS: Adrien realizing his father is a Bad Person.

Akuma !!! (feat Monarch): This one would be like a song about his daily life and then the chorus would start with a shout of “Akuma!!!” and it would switch to him as Chat Noir. I feel like it would start out with normal life being boring/hero life being fun but as it goes on he grows exhausted. Monarch has a rap verse.

Guilty As Sin?: Chat Blanc centeric - would ask who is to blame for the destruction of the world, like is it Chat because he lost control or Hawkmoth because he took advantage of his son’s emotion?

WAoLOM: Chat Blanc centric at first (like a villain song) but ends with Adrien reflecting on the events of Evolution-Destruction-Multiplication-PS night

ELCFT: I think it would be about his relaction ship with his father and how he wishes there was something he could do to go back to how they were when Emilie was alive but there’s no easy fix and his father keeps on getting worse and worse after any attempt.

loml: A song for Marinette with a bittersweet air - she’s the love of his life but he can’t tell her everything, and she can’t tell him everything either

ICDIWaBH: CatWalker centric - him going back to Ladybug in Kuroneko.

TSMWEL: I actually have three for this one - 1. About Gabriel and his need to domineer because he feels small and powerless. 2. About Adrien feeling small and insignificant. 3.About Plagg because he’s a smol boi (it would be like a lighthearted, cheeky song, like when you sing to your pet about how adorable they are)

The Cataclysm: Literally about how he cataclysmed Monarch, but also about how the event impacted his perception of self.

Adrien Agreste: Ending the album with a song that’s his own name :o.

Now for the variants:

The Black Cat: This one has Chat on the cover and the song is mostly about his bad luck. ‘I Love You It’s Ruining My Life” works both directed at Ladybug and his father.

Solitude: With Chat Blanc on the cover, this one’s about his mother. I think the “You Don’t Get To Tell Me About Sad” is pretty self-explanatory.

Doppelgänger: CatWalker is on this one, his song would be about how he may literally be the same person but he doesn’t fully feel like himself. He had to repress a lot of himself to be CatWalker hence I thought “Am I Allowed To Cry?” fit him really well (especially with Plagg not giving him the time to fully recover before he had to jump back in). Please note the crossed out name (unlike Chat Blanc) because he’s reinventing himself.

Tell-Tail Heart: This one has Ladybug on the cover - wait she’s not a Catboy?? The song is titled “Tell-Tail Heart” as a reference to Edgar Allan Poe’s “Tell Tale Heart” and would explore Chat’s perspective of Ladybug’s guilt for keeping secrets, how any excuse she makes is ultimately unimportant because she would do it either way. The fact that this is the only song title with a pun references how Chat tries to lighten the mood and avoid serious conversations, and the “Tail” is supposed to refer to Rena Rouge. The flowers she’s holding are meant to be foxgloves which symbolise secrets and insincerity (they’re also poisonous and damage the heart :)). I also really liked the “Old Habits Die Screaming” for her as it could mean both Chat Noir’s love for her being an old habit that he cannot get rid of, but also her habit of keeping things from him (especially with how she does it again at the end of season 5) being something she can’t stop. It is also him being able to see that, despite what she tells him, her “Heart” is tells him otherwise.

(also would like to point out that he wouldn’t mention Rena by name, he’s upset, not evil)

[gremlins-hotel]

From the notes of Capt. Alfred Jones: "Davie was a bus and the 'Flying Fortress' moniker seemed to pass her by, but it was a ship with a brave crew. The trudge of getting back to England from enemy territory is a story for another day. I miss her and sometimes I miss the boys we lost that day."

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B-17F "Dear Davie": *U.S. Army Model B-17F-65-BO Air Corps Serial No. 42-29670 Delivered Cheyenne 31/1/43; Pueblo 18/2/43; Salina 15/2/43; Brookley 19/3/43; Smoky Hill 23/3/43; Dow Field 18/4/43. Assigned to the 333rd Bomb Squadron/94th Bomb Group [TS-L] "DEAR DAVIE" 22/4/43; Missing in Action near Hamburg 25/7/43 with Alfred "Comet" Jones, **Co-Pilot: Daryl "Speed" Reed, Navigator: Richard Reed, Bombardier: Charlie Marstaller; Radio Operator: Johnathan Graves, Flight Engineer/Top Turret Gunner: Clyde "Pepsi" Ray, Ball Turret Gunner: William Ortlieb, Waist Gunner: Leslie Lipsey, Waist Gunner: Paul Rapoport, Tail Gunner: Thomas Pugh (6 Killed in Action); "DEAR DAVIE" lost to flak/anti-aircraft fire, crashing near Uetersen, 15 miles NW of Hamburg, Germany.

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[nerd things & acknowledgements below cut]

Notes on the B-17F... The B-17F was an upgrade of the previous E model, with several notable changes: A one- or two-piece plexiglas nose cone, as opposed to the ten-paneled cone of previous versions. Reinforced landing gear allowed for a greater maximum payload, from 4,200 lb (1,900 kg) of ordnance to 8,000 lb (3,600 kg). Flight and combat range of the F model was improved by 900 mi (1,400 km) with the addition of nine self-sealing rubber fuel cells in the wing root, aka, "Tokyo tanks". The F model was generally characterized by being tail-heavy - which lead to part failure - and woefully undefended from the front; the early F models had no front-facing armament, leaving a 60° blind spot to the direct front of the aircraft - a flaw which was exploited by German pilots, who held air superiority. Later F models would see a list of possible available modifications (factory and field) such as inserting two .50 caliber machine guns into the nose cone to solve the blind spot. Other modifications to later F models were bulged cheek turrets, as opposed to the window-mounted guns of earlier iterations, and the available addition of the iconic "Bendix" chin turret. The chin turret is far more common on the subsequent G "gunship" variant. ("Dear Davie" is an early F model without the nose mount, bulged cheeks, or chin turret.)

*This model production block, serial no., and fate are borrowed from real-life B-17F #42-29670, "Thundermug." "Thundermug" was an aircraft that originally served in the 333rd Bomb Squadron/94th Bomb Group alongside my great-grandfather and his usual steed, "The Gremlins Hotel." It was transferred to the 544th BS/384th BG, at which point it went Missing in Action over Hamburg from flak/aa-fire; 8 of its crew became POWs while 2 were KIA. I have had the honor to speak to descendants of both of its crews and help them research "Thundermug"; I wish to voice a mere glimpse of their stories in a unique way.

**All names of Alfred's crew are either cobbled-together family names throughout our history here or entirely fictitious - though some were inspired by real people whom I grew up with stories of. All inspirations were individuals that lived good lives post-war.

[weirdo09]

estas bien, mami?(gn)

a miles g/prowler! miles x reader

requested by anonymous

warnings:

teasing to the point of short term periods of not eating

slight eating disorder

possibly sensitive topics

tooth rotting fluff

annoying brothers

any of these seems uninteresting to you, don’t read.

you know how your younger brother can say stupid shit at times but you really didn’t think it affected you until that day. every now and then, you’d get little comments from your brother like “oh, she’s eatin’ again? fattie.” or “why do you eat up all the food?” it didn’t really effect you, all it did was annoy you but as it persisted, the more you started to wonder if he was actually right.

the first time he ever said anything was at a cookout with your extended family in georgia. you were on your second plate of food when you heard him and your boy cousins snicker bout how much you were eating. “look, watch out! y/n’s gonna leave us hungry with the way she’s eatin’!” they said, you just rolled your eyes and went to sit with your other cousins. it was nothing but a harmless joke at the time.

the second time was when you and him were at the dinner table. “you sure you wanna eat all that? i mean, you look pretty big already.” he whispered past you, getting his fill on mac n cheese and chicken. you huffed and put up the finger, your momma scolded you and sent you upstairs to finish your dinner. “estúpido.” you said under your breathe, that you learned from miles. (y’all aren’t dating officially yet) that night, you didn’t eat as much as you normally did but it wasn’t like anyone would notice, right?

the third time was when you two were over a friend’s house, your momma forced you to bring your brother over for ‘quality time’ or some shit. as you left downstairs to eat, he popped up, snickering with your friend’s brother. “look at the hippo!” they squealed, unfortunately your friend and her mom barely heard so your mood was officially ruined for the rest of the night. you eat a moderate size amount of food and you would soon suffer the consequences for your stomach growled most of the time there.

the fourth and final time before the ‘day’, was the day after getting back from your friend’s house. you didn’t even bother getting breakfast not like your family cared, apparently. you went down for lunch and got a apple while your brother was staring at you.

“all for today, hippo?” he asked, you nodded and ran up the stairs. you walked over to the bathroom, you decided to weigh yourself just out of curiosity. surprisingly, you lost 20-25 pounds in the last week. the last time you weighted yourself, you were 199 lbs. you thought about going lower, maybe then he would stop picking on you. so you decided you go down to 160, losing 39 pounds was easy.

as the weeks passed, you were getting slimmer and slimmer. you smiled at the console of getting skinny, you weren’t an ideal type for boys. maybe then they’d start to notice you. your mom also made quick remarks about your unknown weight loss and about how she was so proud that you stopped eating as much. you weighted yourself and saw that you slimmed down to 146.

‘yes!’ you thought, you were finally perfect. or should you go lower? ‘do it, y/n.. you know you want to..’ a voice said creepily, you shivered. you got off the scale and made way to your room. that was a strange thought but you managed to look past it. you thought about it for hours, it was slowly eating away at you. 1-2 weeks later, you were down 130. you felt tired but happy.

after that, you were getting more and more exhausted. simple tasks began to take a toll on you. one day, ‘the day’, you went on the scale and passed out. you woke up, laying on the bathroom floor. you tried to get up but you were too tired. then you thought about calling miles, ‘he wouldn’t want to see you… not when you look so ugly, so disgusting… you should be ashamed..’ the voice said again.

going against it, you rang up miles. “què pasa, mami?” he asked, you sighed deeply. “nothin, could y-y-you come over? i wanna see you.” you said, gasping for air. “alrigh’, ma, hang on tight.” he said, hanging up. you passed out again.

“hey, mrs. [last name], you do know where y/n is?” miles asked, the lady shook her head. “maybe try in her room?” she suggested, he thanked her. he walked up the stairs and made way to your bedroom before he saw the bathroom door open with you lying on the floor. miles stared in concern and walked towards you. “mami? puedes oírme?” miles asked, shaking your body for a response. “nnghhh…” you groaned, “stop shaking me!” you said in annoyance, miles pulled you into a hug.

“ma, estás viva!” miles exclaimed, holding you close and smiling down at you. “yeah? i’m fine, miles.” you said, staying in his hold a little longer before attempting to get up. you fell before miles caught you. “estas bien, mami?” miles asked, worried. you looked down at your body and began to tear up, “no, miles, no, i’m not ok..” you whispered, miles picked you bridal style and walked downstairs.

gladly, there was no one there to stop him from taking you to his house because best believe he would fight if he had to. you hid in his chest most of the way there. once you got there, miles made way to his room and closed the door with his foot. he placed you down on his bed.

“mind tellin me why i found you on the floor passed out?” he asked, staring into your eyes. “i just tryna ‘ose a few pounds, ‘s all..” you mumbled, miles frowned. “mila, mi vida,” he began to say, getting down on his knees to hold your hands. “eres tan hermosa, mi niña bonita.” he finished, kissing up your arms to your lips. it was short and sweet.

you started to tear up again, miles frowned deeply. “ah, mami, no lloles, pol favol, odio verte molesto…” he said, rocking you in his arms. the two of you ended up cuddling, miles hummed a song softly to you while tracing your face. you lied against him, content. “who said that you needed to lose weight?” miles asked, his demeanor changing slightly though he still traced your face with his finger.

“uhm, no one-.” you began to say when miles shot you a “tell me the truth or i’ll fight a random nigga” look. you sighed, “my brother..” you spat out, miles stopped tracing your face to look at you properly. “and my mom, a bit.” you confessed, miles’ usual warm hazel eyes turned cold. “you’re with me for a few days, mami, ok?” he said, though it sounded more of a command. you nodded, rio’s cooking was amazing. “good..” miles whispered, kissing your cheek. you cheesed softly. “estás a salvo conmigo, niña..” he whispered in your ear, him speaking spanish always made you fall head over heels.

translations-

què pasa, mami? - what’s up, mommy?

mami? puedes oírme? - mommy? can you hear me?

ma, estás vivas! - ma, you’re alive!

estás bien, mami? - are you ok, mommy?

mira, mi vida - look, my life

eres tan hermosa, mi niña bonita - you are so beautiful, my pretty girl

ah, mami, no llores, por favor, odio verte molesto.. - ah, mommy, please don’t cry, i hate to see you upset..

estás a salvo conmigo, niña.. - you’re safe with me, baby girl

[according2thelore]

it always bothered me that in the show, when dean learns that sam kept the amulet at the end of s11, he didn’t immediately put it back on—esp since from what i heard, that was an actor preference, not a storytelling one!!! (the samulet chipped his teeth ☹️)

anyway i wanna imagine that in your time travel au it doesn’t happen like that 🥹 it takes es dean five days to notice that his older self isn’t wearing it (in his defense, he’s not used to looking at himself from the outside!), and when he does it makes him so mad. and that’s what drives ls dean to - out loud - say that yeah, he wishes like hell he had it, but he doesn’t, okay? what do you want me to do here, kid??….. cue older sam like uh well i mean hmm. do you mean that.

although now i’m thinking of es SAM being the one to notice, and he notices right away, but he doesn’t use at as a barb until all the little upsets boil over. oh man. that kills me too. poor kiddo. you don’t get to go to law school AND your loml brother threw away his wedding ring amulet.

anyway you don’t have to do anything with any of this!! just thank you for letting me play in your sandbox!!!!

hello!!!

YESYESYES!!!!

this ask made me start BARKING. let's discuss!

for those who didn't know--yes, the samulet leaving the show was a choice made by jensen because it split his lips a lot and eventually cracked his tooth. i can understand his choice to have it taken off of the character (as much as i simultaneously hate it) especially since it seems that it was chosen as a prop during preproduction of the show at random. they lost a lot of jewelry from S2-4 (i'm looking at you skull bracelet, ring, and jelly bracelet), but the amulet got an emotional backstory so it had a longer life on the show.

but as for ES/LS verse YOU ARE SO RIGHT!!!

ES!Dean is so distracted by how fucking huge these guys are (LS!Sam cough cough bouncy tits cough), and how discombobulating everything suddenly is (1 lb laptops? cellphones that are a flat screen? TVs thinner than a DVD player? IPADS???) to notice immediately. and you're so right! he's used to the amulet being a mostly physical thing--a weight around his neck so familiar that he hardly notices it until it moves--so not seeing it visually doesn't register.

but when he does, he's mostly confused at first. where is it? do we not wear it every day now? why not? we didn't fucking lose it, did we? did it get destroyed? i would know immediately if it fell off, so it didn't do that. hell, i don't even take it off in the shower, where the fuck is it? seriously, dude, look at me, what the fuck did you do to it?

LS!Sam gets more and more uncomfortable, because he's probably the only one at the table that knows it's not buried deep in a landfill in some random state. but he's not sure how dean will react to the fact that sam's kept it all these years, that he got on his hands and knees in a motel room and dug it out of the trash, wiped cold, damp coffee grounds off the pendant, and put it in his pocket with fingers that shook.

then, as you wrote so in character it made my teeth hurt (!!!!), LS!Dean snaps. i don't fucking have it. i threw it away, and i wish like hell i didn't, but it's gone. what do you want me to do here, kid?

and AHHHH!!! you are so right!!! LS!Sam goes fucking rigid like uhhhhhhhhhh...on a scale of 1 to 10 how much did you mean that be so serious rn 🥺 like hmm. well. hmm. let's say for argument's sake...🥺 👉 👈 ...

ES!Sam notices IMMEDIATELY that LS!Dean isn't wearing it, and it's one of the main reasons he's positive the LS!Boys are some kind of demon/shifter/ghoul/trick. because if this was actually dean, he'd have the amulet.

LS!Dean notices ES!Sam glaring daggers at his sternum, the spot where it used to be, as LS!Sam does all the usual tests and tries to calmly explain what's going on. he feels even more guilty as hell, whether or not he knows LS!Sam still has it yet. he crosses his arms over his chest and stares back, not quite able to muster the heat of a proper glare.

it breaks his fucking heart a little, because yeah, it is a betrayal, isn't it? even if his body is copy-able, or mutable, or not able to be trusted, sam should be able to trust a landmark that dean disposed.

but when ES!Sam finds out what exactly happened to the amulet?? oh lord. complete and total meltdown to be frank. "you don’t get to go to law school AND your loml brother threw away his wedding ring amulet." KNOCKED ME OUTTTTTT

because literally!! not only does sam not get a normal life or a nice job or an apartment that's not a windowless bomb shelter but he and his brotherwife got DIVORCED????? he's all but shaking LS!Sam back and forth like WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU???? HOW DID YOU FUCK IT UP THIS BAD??

no one tell ES!Sam that he and dean found out they were soulmates and dean threw his wedding ring necklace out on the same day. he will knock a hole into the bunker wall just so he can jump out of it.

on a more serious note, it is very much "not only are we still on dad's insane revenge mission," *points furiously at LS!Dean* "we're apparently not even a goddamn team anymore!" his voice cracks "can we even stand each other? are we still brothers?"

your characterizations for them were so spot on!!!!! canon to me!!!! this ask is a beautiful painting--babygirl (gender neutral) this is OUR sandbox!

thank you for this lovely & insightful & incredibly written ask anon!

-lizzy

[layraket]

Day 1 - Race Against the Clock

Characters: Ocarina (LBS)

Words: 784

Summary: Local musical boy fucks around with time and finds out how bad it is for his well being

Whump scale: 1 (see the full scale here)

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There is a kid that came last night, Romani said that he left the ranch at first hour of the day without waiting for breakfast. Cremia wanted to give him some milk for the trip and ask him for help to bring some products to Clocktown.

She had heard rumors about him; helping all the people he could, always wearing some sort of mask ��now that she thinks about this, nobody has seen his real face–, and carrying all kinds of weapons with him.

They all had their theories: a kid without parents who had to bite back when surrounded, a kid who had to grow up faster that he should, a kid who lost something and is searching for it in this forgotten world.

“Grasshopper has always a fairy with him, I think he came from the forest!” Romani has told her. It is possible, fairies aren’t common in Termina, and if they were found they will be hunted for their blessed blood.

If it wasn’t that he looked ready to chop an arm off to whoever who dared to make a wrong move, that fairy would have been already killed.

Even with that, Cremia knew that he was a sweet child, he helped taking care of the young mare that she found wandering around and seemed that she knew him. He was strong too, enough to carry the boxes full with milk bottles to the cottage where they save them.

Maybe everyone was just exaggerating a little, he had moments where it was obvious that he was still a kid, he even wore a Keaton mask! It was possible that he just liked the toy so much for taking it off.

The first time that she saw him show any type of emotion aside from hesitant was when he came to the ranch looking nothing better than a sick cow.

She offered the bottle of milk that she saved for him in the morning, receiving a low tune that was translated as a ‘no’ by the fairy.

That was another thing that everyone has pointed out about him: he didn’t talk, like, at all. The only sound that he makes is with that blue ocarina he always carries with him, being the fairy the only one who understood what each note meant. It was weird, but maybe is just another thing that the people from the forest do.

“If ye’re not gonna drink it, then help me ta bring it all to Clocktown, will ya?” A nod and they were already on their way.

Some thieves always came to destroy the product, the Romani Ranch provides milk to the bar for a fair price and when the festival was coming. This year, with the whole deal with the moon falling the demand is higher than past years.

It went as expected; the thieves appearing and trying to destroy where the milk was and the boy dealing with them with his bow and finally escaping from them without any loss.

They arrived at the gates before morning, now safe and ready to deliver all the product. She was about to ask the kid to help her bringing the boxes inside when a thump was heard.

When I turned to see the origin of the sound I saw the kid in the floor, grabbing his stomach.

“Hey! Are you okay?!” I came closer to make sure that it isn’t some wound that he got from the thieves.

The fairy was flying around him, panicked.

“Link get up! Don’t scare me, this is not the time!” Now she was bonking his head with her own body without much force.

There wasn’t any answer from the boy, Cremia could swear that she could see one eye without so much of a spark from a small opening of the Keaton mask.

She came closer and gently checked on him, he was so thin and scarred, cuts and bruises that haven’t had the time to heal properly.

“Oh dear…” She looked towards the fairy “How long has he been neglecting himself?” She didn’t expect an answer, and she wasn’t given one.

Cremia grabbed the boy and left him on the carriage, she didn’t dare to try and wake him up. The fairy –even if she acted that she was just upset that he suddenly blacked out– stayed with him to make sure that nothing happens to him.

Bringing the milk inside wasn’t that hard, she didn’t lack strength after all. When she came back the kid was gone, just the blanked that she put on him left in the carriage.

“Wonder why he didn’t even wait for 20 minutes…” She thought aloud with a hint of worry.

A kid shouldn’t be in that state, like if any second lost is like losing a life.

[siilvan]

OC File: Emiel "Nightfall" Scholten de Ridder

uh y'all want another oc bio? my boy? my son? petra's "little" brother? mini's husband in some universes?

as per petra's post... thank you to my mutuals with their wonderful ocs and everyone who gave support for petra, it's genuinely giving me the confidence that i've desperately lacked despite making ocs since i was 11 years old 😭

profile art to come soon, men are hard to draw 👻

very long post BTC (again)...

again, credit to cptnprice for the file!!

GENERAL

Name: Emiel "Nightfall" Scholten de Ridder II

Nicknames/Aliases: Nightfall, Night, "The Reaper", Stalker-5, STAR 1, Jonkie (by Mylène)

Rank: Sergeant

Gender: Male

Birth Date: September 17, 1993

Nationality: Dutch

Affiliations: Royal Netherlands Army, Korps Commandotroepen, Coalition (Warcom), Task Force 141, SpecGru

Birthplace: Rotterdam, Netherlands

Current Residence: The Hague, Netherlands

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Green

Height: 6'4" (1.93 m)

Weight: 220 lbs (100 kg)

Build: Athletic (Big. Slutty waist.)

Blood Type: O-

Marks: Arm tattoos (pictured below), scar across face (think smth similar to Adler's scar), scarring around left wrist, black prosthetic left hand

Faceclaim: Wouter Peelen

DETAILS

Sexuality: Bisexual (no preference king)

Languages: Dutch (native), English (C2), German (C1), Russian (B1), Arabic (B2)

Education: Intelligence Studies BA from the University of Amsterdam

Preferred Hairstyles: Keeps it decently short and manageable pre-MWII, lets it grow out to shoulder length after (it gets curly <3)

Preferred Mission Attire: Usually wears stylized combat fatigues (think Reaper Ghost or SC), also wears normal long-sleeved shirts, jeans, cargos, hoodies, or t-shirts depending on the weather. Wears black 99% of the time, occasionally blue or white. The most key part of his outfit: mask. Almost always is wearing at least a half mask, often wears a balaclava or full-face mask (think Io or Atom). Typically wears a hood if he's got a mask on, too. Winter Soldier-Stitch (Black Ops) vibes.

Preferred Civilian Attire: Like his sister, very casual. Jeans typically, with plain t-shirts, henleys, flannels. Wears hoodies, bomber jackets, leather jackets, anything to keep him cozy. Again, wears black 99% of the time. Occasionally brown, blue, green, or white. Likes layering, simultaneously looks put-together and disheveled.

Favorite Color: Black, Ultramarine (iykyk)

Favorite Flower: Marigold

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: INFJ-T. Introverted, intuitive, feeling, judging, and turbulent. Night prefers to make a difference and seek fulfillment in quieter ways, like hobbies with no "goal" or work that can go uncredited. He strives to prove himself via helping others, often shouldering burdens that others shy away from for the sake of getting things done without forcing those around him to suffer discomfort. Insight, passion, altruism, and principled tendencies often conflict with defensiveness, stubbornness, perfectionism, and forgoing his beliefs and values for the sake of the "greater good."

FAMILY

Father: Colonel Hendrik "Chimera" Scholten de Ridder. Former KCT commander and military legend-turned terrorist. (deceased)

Mother: Johanna Scholten de Ridder (née van den Bos). Former MEDINT analyst for the BVD and MID. (deceased)

Sister: Lieutenant Mylène "Petra" Scholten de Ridder. KCT operative and one of the commanding officers of TF141; MEDINT and chemical warfare expert. The two keep in contact despite the covert nature of Night's assignments.

Uncle: Unnamed paternal uncle. Father's younger brother, civilian military engineer. Lost his life in a terrorist attack in the mid-1990s. (deceased)

Aunt: Special Agent Merel "Songbird" van den Bos. Mother's older sister, former agent for the BVD and MID. Specialist in foreign relations and espionage. May or may not be living in the USA and married to Frank Woods (spoiler: she is).

Grandfather: General Emiel Scholten de Ridder. Paternal grandfather, former commander of the Royal Netherlands Army. Yes, he's named after him. (deceased)

SKILLS

Fighting Style: Adaptable, but prefers to avoid direct fights. Studied kickboxing, Wing Chun, and Krav Maga in his youth – CQC is influenced by these.

Weapons: Can use whatever is available.

Preferred Weapons: MCPR-300 (22″ OMX-456 barrel, Corio Laz-44 V3 laser, Nilsound 90 muzzle, .300 Mag Explosive ammunition), X13 Auto, Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, karambit, throwing knives

Special Skills: Specializes in sniper techniques, special reconnaissance, VIP protection, prime target elimination, demolitions, and sabotage. Has passed every marksman test with flying colors; never misses a shot, even in the worst conditions. Does his best work alone and in the dark. Swift and deadly.

Hobbies: Cooking, baking, reading, sports (baseball, climbing, kickboxing, swimming, soccer), music (guitar), photography, motorcycling

Former Hobbies: Did archery in his youth. Doesn't have time for it anymore, but it should be obvious why he's a sniper now.

TRIVIA

The name Emiel can mean "to strive, excel, rival, emulating", Scholten refers to a schout (government official that handled administration of justice), and de Ridder means "the knight".

His callsign Nightfall is in reference to his preference to work in the dark – both literally and figuratively. It's also a play on the phrase "lights out", since his work is best described as "putting people to sleep." (Because he's an assassin-type. Get it?)

Took interest in guitar shortly after he turned six, right before his mom died. He didn't play for years after her death, but decided to pick it up again as a young adult.

Greatly resembles his father and the other men on his paternal side. He's been described as having his mother's eyes and some of her "softer" features, though. Absolutely built like a brick wall.

Jokes about having a lot of experience, has slept with maybe 3 people in his entire life – and, none since his capture in 2017. He's willing to date, but is incredibly reserved after that incident. He desperately needs someone who can ground him.

Much like his sister, he skipped a year in primary school, which is why he graduated at 17 despite attending a VWO school.

His prosthetic hand is primarily made of titanium! It's also detachable so, yes, he will throw it at someone when they ask him to give them a hand with something.

Can and will sleep whenever and wherever is available. It's not uncommon to find him dozing off in a corner, on a couch, or even on top of a wall that he's scaled. He never sleeps hard, so it's easy to wake him up.

Is a very occasional smoker. Petra hounds him over it, so he only smokes when he's not at risk of getting caught by her. He's very health-conscious, otherwise!

TATTOOS

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Tattoo One (Right Arm) A full sleeve blackwork tattoo with sun, celestial, and water themes. The sun is often seen as a symbol of life, light, warmth, power, positivity, and clarity. The celestials of the night sky can represent the unknown, mystery, the unconscious mind, and one's own deepest thoughts, desires, and fears. It can also be seen as an introspective and reflective symbol. Water, similarly to the sun, is seen as a universal representation of life, with other symbols including depth, ephemerality, sadness, purification, hope, and rejuvenation.

Tattoo Two (Left Shoulder) A compass, much like his sister! The symbolism is fairly obvious, no? Guidance, direction, the interconnected nature of every direction. The compass can serve as a reminder that one is free to choose the course of their life, or to help them find the path again after losing their way. It can also be seen as a symbol of awakening and self discovery for these very same reasons.

BACKGROUND

⋆ CW: themes of child abuse, torture, violence, and overall mary sue levels of tragedy

Born on September 17, 1993 in the city of Rotterdam, Netherlands, to Hendrik Scholten de Ridder and Johanna Scholten de Ridder, Emiel had a normal – if not privileged, thanks to his family's prominent histories – early childhood. From birth, he had a close relationship with his older sister, Mylène, who he quickly came to rely on for guidance and support.

In the late fall of 1999, when Emiel was only 6 years old, his mother was killed by enemies of his father originally seeking to hold her and the children hostage for ransom. This event, paired with the traumas he sustained over his years in the military, drove his father to "near insanity" as he became consumed with paranoia and grief. The rest of his and his sister's adolescence was defined by the trauma of his father's abuse; he subjected the siblings to rigorous physical and psychological training in order to mold them into "perfect soldiers" and prevent any further loss.

Despite this, his father was publicly viewed as a war hero. He would often leave the two alone when he was on deployment, forcing Mylène to care for herself and Emiel with nothing more than a roof over their heads and grocery money provided. The siblings developed an unbreakable bond during this time that would extend into their adulthoods, rendering them a synergic duo both at home and in the field, with Emiel promising to repay his sister for her efforts someday.

After finishing secondary school at 17, Emiel enlisted in the Royal Netherlands Army, serving in the Regiment Huzaren van Boreel in the 11 Air Assault Brigade. He also studied at the University of Amsterdam – taking online classes – and frequently visited his sister during her time in the 400 Medical Battalion, eventually graduating with a BA in Intelligence Studies. He spent 3 years participating in air assault and armored reconnaissance operations before passing selection for the Korps Commandotroepen in 2014, wherein he was quickly recognized for his natural skills in anything covert.

Specializing in sniper techniques, prime target elimination, VIP protection, demolitions, and sabotage, Emiel established himself as an elite operative who excels in hostile areas and hazardous environments. His exceptional accuracy and uncanny proficiency when operating in the shadows eventually earned him the nickname "Nightfall".

In early 2015, Nightfall joined his sister – now a KCT lieutenant nicknamed "Petra" – Captain Price of the British SAS, and Nikolai in an unsanctioned operation to kill or capture Chimera after the latter was discovered to be a traitor. The small team managed to track the Colonel and his supporters to a base deep in the Alps, where they successfully wiped out the entire group and killed Chimera. After the mission, much like his sister, Nightfall felt indebted to Price.

From then on, he continued to carry out covert and overt operations worldwide. Sometime in the next year, Nightfall managed to wipe out an entire base of Al-Qatala soldiers in one night without a single alarm being raised. The sole survivor referred to him as "The Reaper" when describing him, as he hunted every enemy whilst cloaked in darkness. Nightfall was later awarded the Military William Order, the Bronze Lion, and the Cross of Merit for both this operation and his following work within the KCT, establishing himself – or rather, his marksmanship – as a minor legend within the elite commando corps.

Another year later, around mid-2017, however, Nightfall was assigned to a unit led by Captain Price and Petra, tasked with infiltrating and securing an Al-Qatala base located in Kastovia. He served as the team’s scout sniper and overwatch during the mission, until he lost contact with the rest of the team. When the rest of the team finally reached his location to investigate, several IEDs planted in the area went off and forced the group to retreat. Despite his sister's attempts to rescue him, Nightfall was declared dead in absentia after demolition teams failed to locate his body the following day.

In reality, Nightfall was alive, being held as a prisoner of war by Al-Qatala’s commanders. The explosions caused him to lose one of his hands and left his face scarred. For the next two and a half years, Nightfall was interrogated, tortured, and subjected to inhumane conditions while imprisoned in Eastern Europe, though he still tried to support and protect the other POWs in the prison, regardless of which side they supported or whether they were civilian or military.

About a month after the formation of Task Force 141, CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell pinpointed the location of a prison in Georgia believed to be used by Al-Qatala to hold POWs. Reconnaissance of the prison confirmed this and the identity of several of the prisoners; Nightfall was identified as one of the POWs. His sister, leading an elite KCT unit, raided the location shortly thereafter, securing the captives, Nightfall, and intel about Al-Qatala's plans.

Following his rescue and intensive recovery in the hospital, Nightfall was deployed in Verdansk alongside other Coalition operatives under Armistice, where he relentlessly worked to prove himself once more.

As a valuable ally to the 141 and a near-fabled assassin with a long list of confirmed kills and countless unconfirmed, Nightfall has pledged his life and his very conscious to his work, his only saving grace being the characteristic pitch black masks obscuring his face every time he appears in the field – on the rare occasion he's visible, that is.

[stonerskinny]

well. we finally did it, boys.

247 today aka officially 50lbs lost!!

50.8 if we’re being technical here but whateverrrrrr

i keep getting caught up in the fact that it’s 50 lbs in ~21 weeks which is a rate of approximately 2.38lbs per week lost which is barely over the “healthy” upper limit of 2 per week. but then i remember that over the course of losing these 50 pounds my weight has increased many many times and i have re-lost it. and if it had not gone up ever i wonder where i could be, but i also have to remember that while today versus day 1 shows a loss of 50lbs, that does not include that which was regained and then re-lost. and if i were to add up all of that it would be more like 70 probably, if not 75. but i have a silly dumb ed that makes me basically black out and eat if i’m not careful.

anyway. i have switched gears regarding my perspective on this appointment tomorrow morning. i am choosing to tell myself that it is going to go just fine because she is a reasonable woman who has already seen these EKGs and told me they were fine. and yes i’m getting new bloodwork but they said my last stuff was fine and i just don’t imagine it can be that bad if my bestie who went to res had fine bloodwork at like 150lbs less than my CW.

going to try to drink plenty of water today — massive shoutout to the tblr user who made a post about how drinking water does not cause water weight i love u that helped me so much.

also gonna do a tarot reading i think but last time i did one about treatment it was like “you know what to do” and like. true. but i was hoping for something more LMAO so this time i’m nervous it’s gonna say something similarly vague because that might make my brain freak out and think i’m gonna die. so tarot reading is debatable.

[bbygirlky18]

Mami's Breakthrough!

Chapter 1

Part 1

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: Rhea was getting tired of Finn and Damian fighting so when she arrived at the hotel she decided to take a walk when she came across this wrestling show and she met the diva who runs it and wrestles in it.

A/N: This is the for the first chapter of my fanfic Mami's Breakthrough! Enjoy.

Word Count: 662 for Part 1 (The total of the whole first chapter is 2663)

Rhea's POV: "Let's go to the hotel. I'm tired of you guys fighting." I said as I grew more pissed at Finn and Damian. The ride to the hotel was full of silence and once we arrived at the hotel the arguments started back up.

"Why is JD in Judgement Day business? It's only allowed to be Judgement members." Damian said to Finn. "JD is my friend. We've been friends forever. Plus you don't hear me complaining about you talking to Bad Bunny after you said that you would end his career at Backlash in Puerto Rico and you lost." I stopped in my tracks and grabbed my jacket, my phone, the room key, and my purse. I texted Liv Morgan and it went like this.

Rhea😈: Hey Liv. I’m going for a walk out on the town. Do you want to come? I need to get out here before I kill Finn and Damian.

Liv💙: Yeah sure. I heard that there’s this wrestling show going on right now and Trinity (Naomi) apparently knows the girl who runs it. Do you want me to invite Trin?

Rhea😈: Yeah bring her along. I could use the girl time right now. 

Liv💙: Ok. Meet us downstairs. 

Rhea😈: Ok. Bring your room keys and your purses. I’m heading downstairs right now.

Once I was done texting Liv I looked at Dominik, Finn, and Damian. I said “I’m heading out before we have to go out with WWE. Finn and Damian if you don’t get your shit together we’re gonna have problems.” I walked out of the room and I walked to the elevator and went to the first floor. While down on the first floor I saw Stephanie and Hunter and I said “Hey me, Liv and Naomi are going for a walk out on the town we’ll meet you at the bar. Is that ok?” Stephanie said “Yea don’t worry about it, Rhea. I’ll have someone text you, Liv, or Naomi when we’re at the bar and you 3 can just meet there.” I said “Ok. Thank you.” They walked off and I heard the elevator ding. I see Naomi, Liv, Jimmy, and Jey all get off the elevator. I said “Hey girls. Sup twins.” Jimmy and Jey waved. Naomi said, “I tried to tell them that it was a girl’s night for you and you wanted us to come so you can breathe and get your mind right but they told me that they are not going to let me go alone only cause of the creepy guys who are out so I just told them that they could come.” I nodded and said “That’s fine with me. I just need to get out and blow off steam before I kill Damian and Finn.”

We all left the hotel and we walked into this place that had like at least 137,379 people in it and this beautiful, gorgeous, astonishing woman walked out and said “Welcome to Eastern Oustanding Amazing Entertainment Pro Wrestling aka EOAEPW where everyone is accepted. Even though I’m the owner I will be wrestling for you tonight. My name is Gretchen Foster but my full name is Gretchen Wilhelmina Janene Dodie Foster but in the ring, I’m known as “The Nightmare Demolisher” Eliora “Evie” King. I’m glad that you’re here. Let’s get the show started. The first match scheduled for one fall is for the Demon’s Championship Belt. Introducing the champion weighing in at 6’6”, 272 lbs from Ogdensburg, New Jersey, Nathan “Quickdraw” Bernard, and introducing the challenger weighing in at 6’3”, 160lbs from Streetsboro, Ohio, Shane "Big Boy" Stone.” We sat and watched the match. Shane put up a good fight, but in the end, Nathan was able to secure the victory and retain his championship belt. After the match, Nathan celebrated with the crowd, as Shane accepted defeat with a humble nod.  Nathan and Shane embraced each other and the crowd cheered in appreciation. Nathan then thanked the crowd for their support and Shane did the same.

[steve0discusses]

Ep 46 Pt 2: Seto is Sad Now

I just want to take the time to fully appreciate Seto and Yami on the back of this horse.

You can’t tell me that the image alone of them on horse back where Seto is just on the back like it’s a motorcycle or something? Two cousins trying not to be weird about this mode of transportation while the tall one sits in the tiny seat?

 (which by the way, I didn’t realize it at the time, but uh my condolences to the shippers of Yami and Seto, they are...damn! They sure are cousins, aren’t they? Like a reverse Sailor Uranus/Sailor Neptune situation right here. Well, you still got modern Seto, but...sooo many lost fanfics out there, I’m sure, who were...probably not happy with this revelation.)

So I had to look this up because I’m not a horse girl, regrettably, I do not know enough about horses to know if two grown men can fit on the back of a horse without busting that horse’s spine in half. But, what I found out is: you don’t do this to a horse. I mean you can, but you shouldn’t.

Thing is...Yami is technically a kid in size, if memory serves, Yugi is still less than 100 lbs.

Maybe this horse is OK? this horse they occasionally use to skate down mountainsides? It’s not a real horse anyway, and honestly, this whole idea of the two on a horse is very funny to me so who cares.

(read more under the cut)

Also speaking of scientifically incorrect things in Yugioh, this was also very funny,

FAR BE IT FROM ME to get all technical and make some weird youtube video about all the historical inaccuracies in TV shows (which damn, I sure do hate those videos) but I can still laugh at it when it happens.

Bro just told me “bold of you to trust Google” and he’s correct. For all we know some AI just lied to me just now, so if you know some deep lore about trebuchets don’t be afraid to speak up.

Their horse pulls up to the line of out of touch trebuchets and warriors flanking the city, where we reunite as a cast minus Karim.

Yami then dumps this on me and it was so outlandish I could not tell if this was canon to the manga/original translation or if the dub decided this would be OK to do.

Just let the man die! He divorced his wife on horseback and then did not raise Seto, he abandoned this boy to kill thousands of people, just let Aknadin freakin die. Please, Yami, this is not up for debate, Yami. Let Aknadin freakin die he hella deserves it.

Agh, Dartz all over again, I swear this show didn’t used to feel the need to redeem it’s villains, youknow? Or maybe it was always like this but I forgot because of freakin long covid wiping a year of my life, I don’t freaking know. But if/when Aknadin comes back I genuinely can’t see how he and Seto could ever fix their relationship on this planet Earth.

Anyway, speaking of being tired beyond your ability, Yami remembers just how many fireballs he took to the chest today and decides to just keel over. Good thing he didn’t do this on the back of the horse.

Relatable, honestly, this is what I do nowadays when I have to stand too long because I decided to cook 2 things instead of 1. Yami just has long covid, he’ll be fine. Just find a couch and do a big sittie, Yami.

Like damn, Yami, maybe should’ve let Seto at least drive the horse?

And so the trebuchets fire off with all this animation that a bunch of people looked at, and after them, these scenes passed over like 100 more people’s hands, and no one at any point said “yo they used sleds instead of wheels in Egyptian sands, right?” and they were...like they were from the wrong anime really, but please admire the wings on these “trebuchets”

freakin nerf guns made out of logs hahaha.

Anyway, Bakura noticed.

Sad Seto starts botching it so poorly that it, in fact, triggers the end of the world.

Could’ve been Isis commanding the troops. Or Grandpa. Or Shad- no wait, no actually...

...probably shouldn’t be Shada.

But I think that Isis would not have needed that necklace to know throwing logs at the enemy would not work. Especially since this particular enemy is like...all log.

Thanks for the America shout-out Yugioh, my warm and fuzzy patriotic vibes go off in my heart every time I see lady liberty in an apocalyptic setting, not gonna lie.

I make fun, but it really did take Yami a while to figure out what the hell Bakura was implying here.

Lets admire the guy in the very back who looks like he just lost his glasses so he’s just gonna sit it out directly on the ground.

I will not revise the death count. They died. They died right in front of me. This is clearly a ghost.

They’re just back now. They’ve done this before where they magically come back to life, it’s never explained, and I’m used to it. Rex and Weevil are god tier and it’s never ever explained. I’m ready for them to die again every time I see them on this show. But this show will never let go of these bastards because like...well I don’t know, really, but it feels like the show runners REALLY like these two and I’ll let them have their comfort OCs.

LISTEN.

So I know I was going to put a towel on this boy’s enormous smiling dong, but it would, in fact, make it more obscene to put the towel on him in this particular scene than to go without the towel.

And yes, it did grow larger than the last time we saw it, and no... I don’t think we should analyze that.

Meanwhile we have run out of useless logs and their out of place trebuchets.

Blue Eyes just sitting on the bleachers being like “no dawg, it’s fine! I’m fine, we’re all fine!”

And then we uh, killed Shadi.

It happened so quickly I think the dub actually removed a scene where he gets hit. Like suddenly Yami’s in danger, then it cuts away, and then Shadi is just on the ground like “you get em buddy” and he kicks it.

What an unceremonious way for this creep to die.

And of all the times! He has been threatening to die this entire season! And I guess it’s better than getting bricked in the head by Aknadin, but still...a lightning bolt huh?

And in case you were like “so why is he this weird ghost that haunts us 5000 years later?” That’s apparently answered in like the movie, from what bro tells me. I forget which. I want to say it’s Dark Side of Dimensions, that movie I keep threatening to watch. He hasn’t seen it either, he doesn’t know.

Anyway, we made it through another episode, and yes, it was Shadi who died.

I cannot believe how long Grandpa has held out this season, can you? I can’t believe it at all.

We’ll catch up again next episode, where...it feels like this is the finale guys. Wow. We’ve come so far. And again, I wish I was in a better state to write, because I feel like I used to be a lot more in depth and just...more analytical. 

But really, this season is just pretty freaking weird. Like there is stuff to analyze here. There are things to get out of it. But I spend so long being like “and then this weird thing happened, and that weird thing happened” that I’m still just stringing together the nonsense and I’m not really appreciating the forest for the trees.

But I’m sure those things will come to me in time, if they really are that important to glean from this season, even if it may be in some later episode or some sort of post-season essay I feel like writing (I probably won’t). But until then, we’ll just admire the dickface they convinced 4kids to put on TV.

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[hot-boy-autumn]

🎃Intro post promo🎃

Hello! I’ve made this blog after being on tumblr for nearly 10 years. Autumn is my favorite season and I wanted to make a blog dedicated to this wonderful season. This blog would include

•Halloween

•autumn

•ghost hunting

•cryptidcore

•dark academia

•spooky stuff

•horror

•the lost boys

•the Pacific Northwest

•gravity falls

•gothic posts

•occasional winter posts depending on the vibes

And many more related to the season. This blog will be run year round and updated as frequently as I can, original aesthetic boards and posts are under #my posts, reblogs encourage and appreciated. I hope you enjoy your stay here!

🚫Don’t interact list under the cut (updated 12/1/23) Blog is anti Ai and I do block Ai blogs so if you can’t reblog my shit that’s why

Will add onto this

DNI terfs, radfems, racists, homophobes, pedos, maps, pro-ship, pro-paraphilia, anti-Semitic, zionists and genocide supporters fuck off, pro-incest, truescum, truecute, transphobes, transmeds, if you hate non-binary people get the fuck out of here, gender critical, pro ed or ana or thinspo, dd/lg or dd/lb (Seriously gross), Ace/Aro exclusionists, people who support ai art, if you are pro gun and anti gun control fuck off, pro life, if you don’t believe climate change, if you think all men are evil, trump supporters can fuck off, if you’re antivax,

[percontaion-points]

Lost Boys chapters 39 & 40

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Chapter 39

“You tricked me with your frail looks, trying to make me think you were weak, but you’re really not. And you’re not remotely human, but you’ve made yourself look like one. That’s a lie of sorts,” I pointed out. 

Literally none of that is Vigil’s fault, though? Like that’s on her for randomly taking a look at this complete stranger and assuming things about him. 

“As soon I explain, I’m doomed. I will be chaos myself, something out of its natural order. They will ‘fix’ me then.”

 “Fix as in …” I asked, dreading the answer. 

“Cease to exist.”

 “They will kill you.”

 “If you prefer to put it in those terms,” he said and smiled at me. “If you ask me, I will comply. But I need to know, Joe. Now you know what will happen if I attend to your wish, would you still ask me not to do my job?”

The thing that’s bugging me about this… Is that he probably knows that they’re going to send others to collect Tristan’s “lost” soul. Even if they kill Vigil, nature will still try to correct itself. 

“And now this is the part that ‘he’ needs to know to make his decision,” Vigil said, turning to look at Tristan, sadness shining in his fathomless black eyes.

Chapter 39 summary: Christmas ends, and new year’s sneaks up on them faster than they’d like. On December 30th, Tristan goes into Joe’s room, and they talk about how far they've come in the year since they’ve known each other. Since we were there for all of this (at the start of this book), it falls a bit flat. Well, that and how little the author seems to care about any of this.

On the 31st, they go to the cemetery, where Vigil shows up. Joe shows him the “tattoo” she got when she hurt him, and he tells her that it’s punishment for what she did, and that he can’t remove it.

He then freezes time and insists on talking with her. He explains to her that when she named him, she not only gave him an identity, but also made him begin to experience human emotions for the first time. He tells her that he loves her, but in this way of coming from somebody who has never once experienced a human emotion since the dawn of time. He acts like he can literally eat chicken noodle soup to get rid of it, which is obviously a bit amusing to Joe. 

However, he goes on to say that if she were to say the word, he’d stop trying to grab Tristan. But, this would lead to the others destroying him, aka to end his own life. Joe obviously doesn’t want that, but doesn’t want to let Tristan go, either. 

Vigil unstops time, and says that he has to talk with Tristan now. 

Chapter 40

Tristan was gone, and he was never coming back.

Chapter 40 summary: Vigil goes over to Tristan, and pointedly explains to him that if he chooses to remain among the living, others will come for him. But that since they wouldn’t be able to find Tristan, they’d focus their attention onto Joe, and torture her for the info. He doesn’t have high hopes for how long that Joe would last. Obviously, Tristan chooses to go with Vigil now, to spare Joe the agony of all that. Even if it means that she’s going to be sad that Tristan is gone. 

Joe then passes out, and wakes up some time later. It’s snowing, she’s alone, and also mostly frozen. Vigil appears before her and tells her to get out of there (aka before she herself dies). However, she’s weak from the cold, and can’t really do much to help herself. She ends up calling Josh. He comes to find her, and manages to help her back to Rose’s house. Once there, he explains that Vigil appeared before him and told him where to find Joe. 

After getting Joe’s body temperature up, she reads a sad goodbye note from Tristan and cries about it. Again, this was probably pretty impactful before the series was finished. But now that it is… Who fucking cares? We know she’s going to go on a journey to get Tristan back, and then they’ll have their happy ending. 

[achy-boo]

Jieun Hyun Byeol

“Ramshackle’s Insomniac Prince. A boy with a mask to hide his mouth, eyes of the forbidden and the dammed but is he..truly..himself? Or Is he manipulating to hide his true self?..”

Name: Jieun Hyun Byeol

Romaji: Byeol Hyun Jieun

Quote: “Sleep? How disgusting…Insomnia is my true friend..”

V/A: Uta(Japanese) and Kenkei Ken(English) from Tokyo Ghoul

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Unknown for now

Age: 17

Birthday: April 30th

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Eye color: Red and black

Hair Color: Jet black

Height: 6’0

Weight: 120 lbs

Race: Human? (Later reveal to be an undead Vampire at Chapter 5)

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Family: Marie Byeol(Mother; Deceased) Milo Byeol(Little brother age 8; Deceased) Grant Byeol(Father; Unknown{Assumed Dead})

School Status and Fun Fact:

Dorm: Ramshackle

School Year: 1st Year

Class: 1-A

Student Number: No.56

Occupation: None

Club: Light Music club

Best Subject: History

Favorite Color: Dark or neutral colors

Favorite Food: Almost anything really

Least Favorite Food: He..don’t like some of the French foods..

Likes: reading, being alone, hitting Ace(Bc he is an dumbass), Yuuken, insomnia, food, boba tea, fashion, rainy/cloudy days, cold days, anime, Manhwa

Dislikes: sleep, Crowley, Loud noises, Vargas, Azul, Rook, sunny days, heat, summer

Hobbies: making plushies, playing his violin, walking in rainy days with or without umbrella.

Talents: Sense auras from miles away, skills with blades, read the room

Nicknames: Ramshackle’s Insomniac Prince(Title)

Other nicknames:

@queen-of-twisted’s ocs

-Silver’s long lost twin(Minako),

- Sleepless Head(Victor)

-June(Shirohime)

@yumeko2sevilla’s ocs

Erin: "Jien-Jien!"

Tsukuyomi: "Little Sleepy."

Hitsuji: "Jie"

Yukikaze: "Byeul"

@kousaka-ayumu’s ocs

Jieun-kun(Sonomi, Yumeri, Taiyou, Mizuko, Hokori, Yuri, Geneva)

J(Kaida, Farah, and Chris)

Byeol(Alain, Raclette)

Mr. Sleepless(Bernice)

Appearance and Personality:

Appearance: Jieun had jet black hair that reach his shoulder blades. Red and black eyes with a pale skin tone. He wears the normal Ramshackle outfit with few items that reminds him of his inner child. He wears a mask to cover his face. Eye bags is a common sight to see with two different earrings on each side. In class through, Jieun wears a Victorian style outfit(all black) and he had some sort of necklace.

Personality: Emotionally detached is what people and strangers describe Jieun at first glance. He is an selective mute, respectful, intelligent and an observant person. He never talks much only if necessary and is often too aloof for people to approach him. People think that this is the true him but…is it really?

Jieun however is more dangerous as they made him out to be. Cunning, sadistic, arrogant he is. But he knows who is his enemies and who is his friends. He knows what flaw to target and trauma to use against someone. Thanks to his father, he had sadly changed. From a sweet and caring older brother and eldest son to a man that hold a dark side to him…a side not even his own deceased mother would be proud of

Trivia:

- He can live without sleep

- He was the only one who is not afraid to put certain students in their place

- Never a pushover

- Had to kill to survive

- he is ambidextrous

- He had a extremely loyal butler named Malice

- He prefers observe from the shadows

- He wears that mask of his almost every day

Unique Magic:

The Book of Logos

Jieun will send the person into the room with no door while holding a book. If the person read it, they will be addicted to read more and more while obvious that the book is cursed. If the thrill of knowledge or curiosity gets the best of the person, a unidentified stranger will appear and turn you into a book instead.

If you want to go on the sadistic part, he will forced you to read your past as a book. You will be unable to stop reading your past no matter how traumatized and dark said past is.

[acoralcoffeelover]

So here we go...

So I started college this past week and it's been not great. I had an asthma attack so bad I had to be put into the hospital during the first week but worse than that I'm ugly. I know that sounds childish but let me explain cuz you don't understand how desperately I wish I was pretty. Ever since I got to college everyone and everything tells me I'm ugly. Now I know I'm not much to look at but it's like everything wants to keep reminding me. My roommate and her sibling are beautiful and every time we do anything boys come up and ask for their numbers or they'll always just constantly be talking about a different guy they're talking too. And apparently everyone hated my afro or apparently it looked bad because now my hair is in slick puffs and everyone seems to be fucking sighing in relief. I hate being here honestly it's been 1 week. Like ik I'm weird but omg I don't wanna be here anymore. I just wanna feel like a person but I've never felt more alien-like. Even the things I like make me weird like wtf is wrong with me?!?! Plus there’s this thing called the ‘freshman 15’. Apparently, during your freshman year, you're supposed to gain 15 lbs. I refuse! I lost so much this past year, I can't go back. I. Won't. Go. Back. So now I start my journey to become beautiful! Not only am I going to beat that 15 but I’m going to lose so much I’ll be completely unrecognizable. I'm going to make a plan to make myself into the perfect girl, I’ll learn how to do my makeup better and I'll get better at dressing myself. I feel a little bad though because I went through so much to get cleared and be deemed as recovered. But that doesn't matter, I'm gonna run with this relapse and finally fix myself even if it kills me. No more games time to be serious! Thus starts my journey.

[zeniriri]

Uhhh

Hi I don’t really use this blog for anything but reblogging stuff I like but I do have two other blogs @grapeyvscanvas and @mood-ring-fanfiction and those are the ones I treasure..

ANYWAY so uh update on my life, I finally moved out from living with my father like I’ve wanted since 2019, and while I am happy, I’ve basically just transferred into another undesirable situation. I’ve gained more weight (I used to be 180 lbs in 2022, now I’ve become 255 lbs), my fiance and I (oh yeah did I mention I’m engaged now?) were about to move into an apartment but ended up having a financial surprise because my fiancé’s car broke, so I had to move in with his parents, we were also going to get married that same month but when I came here I found out that his grandmother and aunts freaked out that we weren’t gonna have a wedding, and so we decided to had to plan for one to avoid family drama, and I also found out my fiance also wanted a wedding but I didnt listen to him because I was being selfish. I have more food options I can eat but it’s also still limited because his mother gatekeeps it all “for recipes”, I started having anxiety episodes almost every night due to my weight gain and it’s stressed me out a bunch, I had a job but then had to quit due to numerous undesirable working conditions and violations that I couldn’t handle contributing to, and now it’s super hard to find a job all of a sudden. My fiancé is now super stressed too because he just quit and got a new job but it pays way way less ($2 an hour but apparent tips are supposed to make up for it??? He barely gets any tips!!!). We have deadlines for multiple payments like car, attending my best friend’s wedding next month, a family reunion in August, our own wedding in September, and getting our own place to live in, and together right now we only have like $1 to our name.

It’s okay though, I’m not worried because now I have more options and opportunities, and I’m with my fiancé so I know we both can get through it. I just need to keep supporting him, calling him a good boy, and I just need to keep searching for jobs all day every day, and keep intermittent fasting. I’ve already lost 2 lbs after 9 days of fasting. Imagine how much more I could lose if I add in exercise…

Also I started using 4chan and it’s fun, I’m gonna post all the art I made in the past few months on my art blog @grapeyvscanvas okay byeeeeeeeeee

[queenkoalas-corner-of-hell]

Well the Tobirama characterization poll for Useful (working title) is doing better than I thought, as far as like interacting goes. Ok, so while that does its thing lets talk “Tobirama's Dowry Issue”, I'm once again asking to pick the masses' collective brain to like fact check me and spot the issues I'm not seeing anymore.

Here’s the problem/solutions I'm settling on (well the multiple problems in one mathematical issue, I asked historical reddit but no dice)… it's lengthy, but maybe it'll help someone not writing Tobirama/Madara bc this stuff was a task to figure out.

Yuinou. Like a bride price + food and drink + engagement party but where the family taking whichever spouse is paying for the other family’s investment in the kid. Its almost like a retirement fund for the family whose kid left bc that kid won’t be there to help their elderly parents as much. From what I can tell, it was determined based on how much the that investment was. Now it seems like it's a salary's worth multiplied by the region's exception. (n x salary = yuinou). SO I need Madara's and Tobirama's wages. Easy peasy right? Right?

Ninja Salary. How much everyone makes in Naruto is actually impossible to figure out. Because of the many factors that go into how the economy works in Naruto, you also have the pseudo benefit to have it connected to real world currency. The whole 1 ryo -> 10 yen all well and good but if you know even a passing whiff of an idea of Japan's economic history you begin to see the issues (rant for another day). The only solid thing we have in prices is how pricey the reward for a completed mission is. (Which actually sucks as far as info goes because it implies either an ungodly inflation rate, taxation to the high heavens, and/or ninja are responsible for their own retirement pension.) If we use Itachi's numbers for missions completed that are weighted toward the middle-higher scale and his freakishly well documented amount of time he took to do said missions, dump his D into A we have about 3,300,00 ryo a year/275k a month for a well to do ninja. But what about the warring period?

Wages for our old timey boys. Our best real world example is samurai were paid a nebulous annual 200 koku by their daimyo. If we pretend that the ryo was worth a koku as intended, without the drama of Japan's banking, then he should only be making 16 ryo a month. OBVIOUSLY that's not going to be it in modern standards because the Senju and Uchiha are well off enough to feud. You can't feed and clothe an army on 160 yen a month unless inflation actually hit the Naruto world like a freight train. (Honestly, possible, those wars had to be doing something). So the Ryo had to have lost value before Kishimoto decided the 1 ryo = 10 yen thing or whatever Narutoverse's equivalent of a koku was is vastly different. But if we take the actual worth of a koku in modern terms we can guess the Naruto ryo's worth. To clarify 1 koku should be enough rice to feed a man a year, about 150 kg/330 lbs. If 1 kg of rice is 463 yen then 1 koku would be 69,450 yen aka 6,945 ryo. Make that 200 koku and you get 1,389,000 "ryo" a year, 115,750 a month. It may not be 3m. But! What we get from that is real world historical buying power... which I can use to do some typical writer BS. If a clan of 200 had an active 50 ninja, consumed 200 koku minimum then the income of the clan as a whole would be around 66,561,000 ryo a year from ninja alone. Not counting purchasing metals or cloth or livestock that can be refined by the non shinobi or already processed things and luxuries like spices and medicines. The civilians would make a generous 7k annually (some likely not making anything because they're children and some being too old to work) so all together they'd add 1,225,000 ryo which again would likely go towards food and clothing costs but it would lessen the burden on the shinobi being bread winners (even though they are), it'd keep a certain level of luxury to the main clan's living conditions.

All these factors considered it'd make 200k ryo a month for an heir, maybe 250k for a leader. (2-2.5 million yen (14,880-18,600 USD or 13,496-16,870 EUR as far as conversion goes today)) So now we got (n x 200k = yuinou), what about this region number? Well, I can can be completely arbitrary with this since the only examples I have are modern. 3 or 4 wouldn't be a strange number, so let's say the low end is 3 x 200k and the extreme high end would be 4 x 250k. Making a yuinou between these clans a whopping 600k ~ 1m "ryo", this number would work for most of us in the Warring Clan corner of Naruto. It's an obscene amount considering 72% of people following the tradition now is half or lower as much. It does work though when you consider how old money both clans are. Madara/Izuna marrying Hashirama or Tobirama. Hashirama/Tobirama marrying Madara or Izuna, heck, it's a good estimate for how much yuinou was paid for Mito.

But then... what is Tobirama's dowry? Yuinou isn't dowry, it's coming from the Uchiha... and there are manuals for appropriate items to take from your parents home to where you're marrying into (I just can't read or find them so second hand sources are my main). Amount though... Basically I'm going to fudge it after looking at the buying power of the clan and Tobirama himself. Then fudge it more to fit the story I'm concocting. Will anyone care? Probably not. But I spent the last two days down this rabbit hole simply because I needed to know what was within Tobirama's monetary means. The driving point of my yaoi slash fic is the man doing everything he can to be useful.

(Also if you found this doing a deep search for Naruto economics or Japan's traditional marriage practices, I am so sorry.)