#Moss Travel TV

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Books Read in 2022:

The Faggots & Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell (1977)

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy (2022)

Life of Pi by Yann Martel (2001)

Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha (2018)

Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants by Robin Wall Kimmerer (2013)

In Praise of Slowness: Challenging the Cult of Speed by Carl Honore (2004)

Sex and the City by Candache Bushnell (1996)

The Anarchist’s Guide to Travel by Matthew Derrick (2017)

Inuyasha Vol. 5 by Rumiko Takahashi (1998)

[ID: Covers of the aforementioned books. End ID.]

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Another Emmy awards down - our second this year, as the collective strikes pushed 2023's Emmys to earlier this year.

No big surprises or watercolor moments. To me the biggest upset was Lamorne Morris of FARGO winning in the Best Supporting Actor for Limited. Even with Robert Downey Jr. (THE SYMPATHIZER) in the mix, I was sure it would go to Jonathan Bailey (FELLOW TRAVELERS; though I was pulling for either him or Tom Goodman-Hill (BABY REINDEER). Larmorne was the dark horse.

Who are 2024 Emmy winners (and not 2023/2024, but 2024 for realz winners).

Best Drama Series Shōgun *Shōgun broke records by winning the most Emmys in its inaugural season - 18 in total (14 at the Creative Emmys and four at the Primetime Emmys).

Best Actress in a Drama Series Anna Sawai *Anna made history by being the first Japanese actress to win Lead.

Best Actor in a Drama Series Hiroyuki Sanada

*While Cosmo Jarvis wasn't nominated, he was there and celebrated with the cast this weekend at various events like the BAFTA dinner.

With his WARFARE costars Michael Gandolfini and the Emmy nominated D'Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai.

D'Pharaoh's red hand print across his mouth brings attention to crisis of missing and murdered Indigenous women.

Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Series

Elizabeth Debicki

Best Supporting Actor in a Drama Series Billy Crudup

Best Comedy Series Hacks

Best Actor in a Comedy Series Jeremy Allen White

Best Actress in a Comedy Series Jean Smart

Best Supporting Actor in a Comedy Series  Ebon Moss-Bachrach

Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series  Liza Colón-Zayas

Best Limited or Anthology Series Baby Reindeer

Best Actor in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie Richard Gadd

Best Actress in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie Jodie Foster

Best Supporting Actor in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie Lamorne Morris

Best Supporting Actress in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie Jessica Gunning

Guest Actor in a Drama Series Néstor Carbonell (Shōgun, FX)

Guest Actress in a Drama Series Michaela Coel (Mr. & Mrs. Smith, AppleTV+)

Best Directing for a Drama Series Frederick E.O. Toye (Shogun, FX)

Best Directing for a Limited Series or Anthology Series or Movie Steven Zaillian (Ripley)

Best Directing for a Comedy Series Christopher Storer (The Bear, FX)

Best Writing for a Drama Series Will Smith (Slow Horses, Apple TV+)

Best Writing for a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie Richard Gadd (Baby Reindeer, Netflix)

Best Writing for a Comedy Series Lucia Aniello, Paul W. Downs, Jen Statsky (Hacks, HBO/Max)

Best Talk Series The Daily Show (Comedy Central)

For the show itself, I liked that on top of the reunions, they joined genres, bringing together actors from cop shows, medical shows, law shows. Cute. The only bit that didn't work was that bit of in-show promotion for whatever booze that had Taylor Zakhar Perez and Ebon Moss-Bachrach shill. I hope the liquor goes down smoother than the transition from that bit announcing the category. On a very selfish level, I would have wanted Taylor to be a part of the honour of Greg Berlanti - he

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The indomitable Human Spirit

Word Count: 5733 CW: Death, Abduction (alien kind) (ask to tag any others) HUGE thanks to Howl for helping me out with the first few drafts. Docs for your eyes

Act 1: Abduction

Within a small apartment near the Franklin D. Roosevelt park, Lucia was getting things ready for her daily commute to the University of Southern California. Her packing order was easy and simple: a notebook to write things down quickly, her old Dell laptop that she inherited from her older brother, a big bottle of water so there would be no need to buy more, and lastly, four facemasks. After all, the pandemic has been going rampant.

The apartment was just large enough to fit her and her bed in it. Everything was cramped. The TV that was there was a housewarming gift, and it almost hit its sides on the bedroom walls. Lucia’s college was closed due to the pandemic, but recently an email had rolled out with the warning that classes would slowly be rolled back in with less students. That got her excited; she didn’t bust her ass to get that scholarship to study from home! Before getting ready to head out a call arrived from a friend of hers.

— Hey Lulu, we’re headed to the starbucks near the college, you wanna meet us there? — The question came from Ash, one of the few people in a group that Lucia liked to interact with. Before she could answer Ash piped up again, — don’t worry, we’ll pay for you. — This mentioning felt rude to Lucia. She assumed Ash meant nothing by it, but it felt very rude.

This did, however, go well into Lucia’s plan. The Starbucks near the college had the most beautiful barista that she had ever seen; their eyes were green like moss, which is something she kept to herself. Even if she found everything beautiful, calling someone’s eyes moss colored could be considered rude.

Putting on her best clothes she made an effort to hide the wear and tear with her older brother’s hoodie; the zipper was banged up but it wasn’t cold enough where it needed to be closed. The day outside was beautiful, the clouds hiding most of the sky but Lucia liked it that way. The cool breeze rushing through made her consider putting on gloves, but it would be far too much of a chore.

An idea did hit her. Already heading for a bus ride, and with flower shops in the bus’ way she would only have to walk ten extra minutes to get there. Walking wasn’t a problem. After all, it was a part of her routine ever since she was twelve when her dad’s car broke down and the bus was the only option, alongside walking to school every day.

Too much time had passed after Ash’s call, which prompted a message, several messages in fact

— Heyhey when you coming? — 

— C’mon speed up!!! we gotta eat —

— Girl it’s gettin’ cold we’re waiting inside —

Reading it, Lucia immediately decided to not answer. She was close by, just needing to get the flowers before finally heading to the Starbucks. She didn’t know the name of the barista; Lucia thought of asking it once or twice, but was never brave enough to get that far. The nametag didn’t help; every day the barista wore a different name tag to trip up customers. Lucia just called her Nyx in her head, it kept the mystery alive.

Meanwhile, outside of Earth’s atmosphere, just behind the moon, an explorer class ship approached the planet. Smaller in size and crew but capable of traveling at faster-than-light speeds with less energy consumption. The current captain of this explorer class is Lieutenant Brikel. Her mission was an exploratory one: to acquire a sample of life from any of the planets that have it. Fauna, flora and—if the planet has it—intelligent life.

With the blaring horns that start each day, the lieutenant crawled out of her sleeping pod. She shook the slime away from her hair with a yawn. 

— Lieutenant Brikel to Docking bay. Docking bay? Over. — 

— Docking bay to Captain’s quarters, What is your inquiry? Over. —

— Are we close enough for the processes to begin? Over. —

— We are not close enough but we have the means of approaching. Their detection tech is low grade enough where our cloaking should be just sufficient. Waiting for further orders. —

 The docking bay workers started preparing for the acquisition. First sending two cloaked drones down to earth’s surface to acquire soil samples and fauna, as well as some flora.

— Intelligent life detected. — The voice from the docking bay sounded almost excited; that meant they would have the chance to experiment on it.

— Select one randomly, — Brikel commanded while walking over to the clothes hanging in  the closet. 

— Prepare the stun collar, — she barked while putting on the cloak adorned with glowing insignias and medals similar to one you would find on a Navy Seal back on Earth. Looking further, these creatures could be considered humans that evolved to achieve space travel; were it not for the massive orange horns on their heads, perhaps you could have them confused. No, they had a different name, and were united under a completely different flag than humanity. In fact, they were united under Her Imperious Condescension. Said name inflicted horror in the hearts and minds of nearly a billion different sentient species.

Lieutenant Brikel walked out of her quarters and checked with the med bay for their supplies. After the drones had quickly scanned the general features of the planet, she had wanted to make sure they had what was required for dissections and blood synthesis from the sentient creatures on the planet. This was impossible due to the lack of access to human test subjects. The drones that were still down could steal blood from humans, but not without raising attention– not that Brikel or the fleet cared about attracting eyes. Attacking a town openly wouldn’t lead to anything, human weapons couldn’t hurt their ship even if they tried.

The ship inched closer, just above Earth’s mesosphere. With its cloaking device fully active, there was nothing mere Earth sensors could do to detect it.

The drones acquired the soil, flora, and fauna samples before attempting to arrive at any human settlement. Unlike where the ship was located, around the west of the United States, the drones were sent down deep in the north of Europe where, after getting what they had to, they were sent to slay and drain the blood of several humans for further testing. 

On the other side of the world though, Lucia had just gotten her flowers, and was rushing to the caf�� to meet with Ash and their friends, as well as Nyx the barista. Her steps were quick as her friends waved her over. 

— C’monnn Lulu we’re starving over here! — Ash shouted from the outside table they were seated on, which prompted her to go faster.

— Abduction protocol. Begin. — A robotized voice said inside the docking bay.

Lucia couldn’t hear Brikel’s voice, but she could feel what came next: a bright red beam, in the middle of the city lifting her up, and nothing else, screaming and kicking she was taken away from the floor, it all felt, even for a moment, like a Hollywood production.

— WHAT'S GOING ON? — Lucia screamed down at Ash.

Ash jumped the small wall of the Starbucks alongside the group of friends that were just waiting for her to arrive. They grabbed Lucia’s hand and shouted

— I don’t know Lulu, but hold my hand okay? Just hold on! — Ash mustered all her strength as their friends tried to pull them both back to no avail. 

With a sudden jerk they were knocked flat on their backs, and Lucia was skybound. For about forty five seconds all that could be seen were the streets getting smaller, and all that could be felt was the air getting thinner. The Red Dreadnought, which was the explorer-class ship in low Earth orbit, titaned over her as she approached it, consciousness flickering in and out from lack of air. All that was in her vision was the bright white trident, glowing against the vessel’s red paint job.

Being taken into the ship, the bright red outer shell was substituted by the off-gray piping and glowing screens. The tall lieutenant stood in front of her at the arrival platform and spoke in plain and perfect English.

— How strange. It doesn’t have any horns.  — Brikel leaned in to speak, as if mocking that fact, as she looked over at the woman’s head at an angle that revealed her own pair of horns. These creatures were clearly not human, but Lucia had hoped they had some sense of humanity.

— I. You. You speak English? I’m not supposed to be here, — the pleading was met with a back handed slap to Lucia's left cheek. Before she could stand to attempt to fight back, two cold and clawed hands pulled her arms back, forcing her to a kneeling position. 

— You listen, worm, — the lieutenant spoke back, her words holding poison. Lucia would have talked back had the coldness of the alien’s hands not morphed into the coldness of metal. A pair of handcuffs, magnetically locked, held her hands behind her back.

— I- — She was cut off with another backhanded slap.

— Nuh uh uh, what did I say? You listen, you do not speak, unless allowed. — Brikel said with a smile that betrayed her cruel enjoyment. — Begin the tagging process. — Brikel said, completely ignoring the attempted pleas and tears forming in Lucia's eyes. A cold metal ring clamped around her neck, making it extremely uncomfortable to breathe. A quick shock knocked her down, still conscious of her surroundings but too stunned to move or speak.

— Starting the tagging process — Lucia heard with a click similar to the one of a walkman. — Creature’s skin is thin. Its height measures at 176 centimeters, around the height of a rust blood, if not shorter. Its hair is brown. Its eyes seem similar to bronze, slightly lighter than the average, and its blood — she felt a prick on her arm — Deep Rust. —

Lucia felt horrible after that blood was taken, but it wasn’t the end. Her ear was pierced with a heavy titanium tag. That same prick as before came but instead of taking her blood they were injecting her with something. She was then dragged against the metal floor and thrown into a cell, or rather, into a solitary confinement unit. No one but her there. These creatures seemed to have some sort of messed up version of law. Still, hope lingered that this was going to be some sort of catch and release, where she’d be tagged and sent back to enjoy her life as normal.

Unfortunately, four hours later when she woke up with her head spinning due to what they injected into her arm, and missing both the shock collar and the handcuffs, she finally noticed the room. Thick black walls, with a transparent window to the right side showing the adjacent cell empty. In front of her was an eight inch thick ballistic-grade glass. She tried kicking it but it did less than nothing.

— WHY ME? THERE’S BETTER PEOPLE ON EARTH, — her voice echoed through the halls. Even if they did hear her, they didn’t care to respond.

Act 2: Prison years

Three years have passed since the abduction. Three long and hard years. From the small window in her cell Lucia could see the planets flying away within the first two hours of her time in the cell, and as the planets were quickly left behind so was her hope of ever seeing that bright blue marble ever again. With three years counting that hope was not only long gone but it had reshaped itself into hatred; a white hot rage for these creatures that abducted her.

The first year was the easiest one, and it was the quickest to pass by. She didn’t have a proper time between when she left and the time when the tests started. Lucia just remembered having slept at least seven times beforehand. Lucia divided the first year in her head with three separate testing processes. 

1st: technical tests. They tested her vision, her reaction times, how fast she could run and for how long. They tested her resistance to certain drugs. It was hard but that was just the first layer of hell.

2nd: physical tests. Unlike the technical ones, these were made under threat of electric shock. They were resistance tests to see how long she could last running with the treadmill shocking her at certain intervals. They tested her resistance to specific voltages– it only ever went up to 42 volts after they figured out through simulations that any further voltage could result in brain damage which would greatly reduce their testing ability.

3rd: combat tests. These were the true start of the decline in Lucia’s tests, and in her physical and mental health. They put her in a combative situation with several grunts. Lucia managed to win once or twice, but once they started getting larger and larger she had more broken bones than unbroken ones. 

These were the tests conducted in the first year during three month intervals each, and she had three months of rest before the second year battering started.

That last test, however, had left her with an idea. Lucia would never be able to surpass the big opponents, but she could become just strong enough to fight back against some of the smaller ones, just strong enough to fight against the ones that bled deep red and green. Thus, Lucia's training started. 

They were feeding her the exact amount needed to survive in rations, if not slightly more to make sure she didn’t start losing testable muscle mass. That meant extra energy for her to burn while working her body down to the last drop.

The second year started off with writing tests. They seemed to be able to read English properly, but they had their own written language in documents and posters. She managed to write what they asked and was let go with very few shocks and bruises. 

The second part of the tests were the most ruthless ones: combat tests with weaponry. First came melee weaponry. They had put her in a ring with a sword and a shield against a bastard with a heavy hammer. The only reason she didn’t die was due to the stimulants the med bay had which accelerated the healing process and dampened the pain to a dull itch. After the melee weapons tests guns were introduced. Heavy and strange, she wasn’t allowed to wield them; she was target practice. The scientists placed a helmet on her head to make sure she wouldn’t die in an accident before setting grunts to shoot her. That day she had more lead on her limbs than any soldier, and again the med bay removed it all and fixed any issues that the shots could have led to. Strangely enough when the situation required healing her they treated it all with extreme care, not because she was important but because she was part of the research.

During her frequent visits to the med bay though, she overheard a conversation that would haunt her. The third year was fully ballistic tests, with the added negative of plasma weaponry being introduced to it. She endured having limbs burned and healed for almost two hundred days before the true horror of what she heard hit her.

— Lieutenant of the 57th ship from Her Imperial Armada reporting to the High Commander of the Fourth Imperial Armada Her Wrathful Destruction. — Lucia saw Brikel through the glass, she seemed scared. Lucia smiled for the first time in these three years seeing Brikel scared.

— Reporting my findings has proven itself a success, it seems like Admiral Vorkev, titled Deadshot, was interested in the weapons tests. I have contacted Admiral Avaaci and General Faeria, titled the Intoxicant, about the drug tests. They all showed relative interest, but the tests are only nearly done. We will finish testing plasma and then begin the discard.—

These last words hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. After plasma was done she’d be discarded? Her heart had never sunk so deep; was all that suffering for absolutely nothing? Lucia didn’t think of that until the mention that the plasma tests were over, nearly nine months later into the third year of captivity.

The words kept repeating themselves in her head. We will finish plasma testing, and then discard. It felt so wrong. Yes, everything was hell for her here, but that felt worse. Maybe it was the finality of it: they didn’t consider her necessary cargo anymore and the research was done.

Time felt like it was coming to a crawl when the doctor stepped in front of her cell and said, — The Med Bay is ready. — The pit in her stomach felt so large it could sink the ship. — You will be allowed a last meal, we are not monsters after all, — the doctor's smile was sinister. She was led to the dining hall, and her eyes widened. She’d never been here before, and the grunts who shot her several months ago were staring.

— Can I ask for whatever I want to eat? — she said in an almost-mumble. The doctor looked down on her and responded with a hiss, — of course. — There was a false attempt to connect with her, just to make sure that her suffering would be worse when the time came for the execution.

Lucia asked for a T-bone steak. Though they were planning on killing her, and she was hatching a plan in her head to not make it so easy. The meal came and went but when they were taking the plate away she bumped into it, making it fall. She had little time to properly execute her plan, but she slid the bone under her sleeve before getting up.

While walking to the med bay, she had to remind herself to keep the facade if she wanted her plan to work. She played meeker than she was. — Am… Am I going to die? — she asked, tears pooling in her eyes before being slapped with a backhand again.

—Silence inferior, — the facade dropped immediately from the doctor. It wasn’t worth it to fuck with her head with her death just around the corner.

As the impending doom became ever so clear, Lucia clenched her hand on the bone in her sleeve. Remembering the entirety of her life –and how could she not when her mind was already set on dying– her heartbeats became irregular. Remembering her first kiss, her first bike crash, the good emotions and feelings she shared with her older brother, Lucia couldn’t help but feel like it was all for nothing. 

Being  seated on the stretcher, she felt the cold on her arm as they inserted the IV needle on it to run her final living tests. She remembered the emotion she felt when she fell in love, true hopelessness. As soon as she saw the deep crimson from the blood on her arm, she also saw that disgust formed on the face of the man conducting the tests.

The doctor got a syringe out of the packet, fresh as it could be before pulling the plunger on an ampoule of what she could only assume would be the tranquilizer. At that point, with options limited, Lucia had one shot at surviving and even if trying meant death. She had to try.

Act 3: The Indomitable Human Spirit

— This is not how a human dies — a voice spoke to her — A human doesn’t lay down curled up and let the world kill it. — her heart felt like it was burning when these words were spoken inside her mind.

With her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to burst. Lucia slipped a hand in her sleeve, pulling out the bone from the steak she had earlier. before the syringe even touched her skin she was already tackling the doctor. The sound was horrible, where the bone met flesh it made a wet squelching sound, the green liquid oozing from the doctor’s neck where he had been stabbed, it was reminiscent of moss, and it made her think of someone that was now a distant memory. Lucia not only stabbed this doctor’s neck, she completely brutalized his face, as a monument to how much life there was left in her. 

Hearing a grunt running to the Med Bay, she knew she made enough noise to alert them. but that too was according to plan, as she grabbed the syringe from the corpse’s hand, and rushed to stand on the side of the door. As soon as the grunt barrelled in, he was stabbed in the neck and injected with the contents of the syringe. Immediate muscle relaxation was what this did, in less than 10 seconds the grunt was down, but not before shooting a shell into the nothing in front of him.

That alone was enough to alert the entire section of the ship. Remembering the times spent in the shooting range with her father, Lucia knew enough about guns to know what to do in this situation, as she grabbed the grunt’s shotgun, cocked the next shell in. Took the knife from his boot, and the pistol from his side.Now armed to the teeth and not ready to go down. Although this was just the start of what was to come.

Lucia moved the O2 tank to the side of the entrance, and rushed to the side room of the med bay. The grunts marched in, Lucia aligned the shot with the tank and pulled the trigger. The explosion was loud and strong enough to blow that side of the wall down. The bodies were just a mash of Orange Purple and Blue. If these were humans Lucia might have had qualms about what she was doing, but she had already decided these things were nothing but demons a long while ago. 

Lucia did though, forget to account for the size and material of the tank, she didn’t feel any pain when it happened but the entire right side of her torso and leg were filled with metal shards from the tank, glass from the windows and other debris. When she tried to step her knee almost failed to, it nearly crumbled under her own weight.

— Fuck fuck fuck fuck — Lucia muttered when she heard the next wave of grunts rushing in, this time she didn’t have a good plan. 

— Explosion at Med Bay Four — Lucia heard one of the grunts saying — Entering engagement range. Draw your weapons — her panic made her do a stupid decision, the command to draw their weapons meant they weren’t already drawn. Lucia had a shot at getting this right, and she just needed to be lucky.

Steeling her resolve Lucia started screaming when forcing her weight on the bad leg, using it as a headstart for a charge against the grunts, luckily enough where they were still getting the weapons out of their backs, she didn’t stop at a decent range, grabbing the gun she stole from the first grunt by the barrel and using the extra reach to completely shatter the first grunt’s jaw, screaming in both fear and rage.

The group of grunts stood in shock at seeing the squad leader knocked down by what was by all means an inferior species, a wounded one at that, that gave her enough time to grab the gun improperly for a shot, she could feel her wrist coming close to shattering when the trigger was pulled, the shot wasn’t precise but it got at least one of them out of the fight. Two down, one to go. 

As the grunt aimed down his gun at her, he felt something he never felt before, not when dealing with inferiors, he felt afraid. The blank eyes that looked at him were filled with pure hatred, his hands were sweating and shaking as he pulled the trigger all that was heard was a Click. He hadn’t disengaged the safety, the last thing on his vision was Lucia charging with the gun held like a hammer, slamming into the side of his head, the Alien felt every second when his skull shattered against the butt of the gun.

— Hello? Hello. Is everything okay? we heard an explosion on med bay five — The communicator of one of the grunts rung out, Lucia just stomped it out with her good foot before limping to the med bay, even if half of it was destroyed she remembered where they kept the stims, even when incapable of reading the language she knew what they looked like well enough, By torturing her for that long these monsters had given her all the tools she needed for killing them one by one.

The stimulants were a mix of Epinephrine, and nano agents that closed wounds from the inside, she managed to scrounge up four, as she stabbed herself in the neck with one and clipped the other ones on her belt. Being able to walk within seconds of the injection was a miracle, but instead of that she decided to run, run over to the other med bays that were emptied by the grunts before attempting to kill her, Lucia found six extra stimulants before heading out to other wings of the ship.

While that was happening Brikel was seeing through the cameras. what her eyes saw made absolutely no sense, this inferior was weaker than a Bronze blood she could not have possibly shattered the jaw of two Indigos and shot a purpleblood down. And worse of all Brikel saw this inferior walking straight to the Docking bay. 

— Brikel to docking bay. The inferior is headed there. — Her voice showed less worry than she felt at that moment 

— What? — was the first response — The inferior was set to die today. what you mean it is headed here — 

— I MEAN IT IS HEADED THERE WHAT DID YOU NOT UNDER- — her voice cut out when Brikel saw the head of the communications officer get blown off. These men were unarmed, but they were complicit in what happened to Lucia, as she killed each one of them with extreme brutality. 

— What do you plan to achieve with this? — Brikel said over communications, she could hear all around the room as Lucia just breathed heavily. — You won’t survive if we’re dead, you know that. — Brikel wasn’t lying when she said that, Lucia barely knew how to drive, let alone pilot an alien ship.

— I don’t care. — Lucia responded coldly before starting to walk out.

This ship was outfitted with ten grunts. The first one killed in the med bay, the three first backups that got blown up, and the three that were brutalized by her on the outside of the med bay wing, meaning that three more had to die. The ship was, although, fitted with nearly twenty scientists, not men of combat. Lucia was not like these people. she wouldn’t kill them, and decided that ignoring them was the best course of action, heading straight for where Brikel was.

The three grunts suited up, the heaviest class of armor as they rushed to the outside of the Lieutenant’s quarters, the armor was heavy enough where Lucia felt them running by the shaking of the floor. She popped another stimulant on her neck screaming out, the sound echoed the halls stopping the grunts in their tracks as they aimed down sights to get her.

Lucia was prepared for that, as she went up the stairs, she threw her jacket first before going, which prompted the trigger happy grunts to unload on it, hearing the click of two magazines leaving the gun, but she knew she had heard three footsteps before. which meant there was one of them that held their guard, Lucia ran in shooting the one that hadn’t shot yet, hitting him in the head. The sound was painful to hear, that ding meant that she shot the equivalent of a steel wall that was the grunt’s helmet, the shot didn’t penetrate, as he unloaded the mag on her torso. Lucia had the benefit of being resilient but she wasn’t made of steel, these shots hurt as she gripped the gun with one hand, and the wound with the other. The grunts lowered their guns as the one that shot her down walked up to grab her by the neck,kicking and punching at the armor to no avail.

— You got far for an inferior. But it was all for nothing. — The creature manhandling her said tightening the grip on her neck — Your journey ends here. Maggot. — the alien said in her direction.

Lucia’s mind was going numb with the lack of oxygen, she had a pistol but she couldn’t shoot it there, the gun was dropped as soon as she was lifted up, she was going to die then and there until she noticed. The underside of the helmet doesn’t have any armor. all the grunt could see was a smile coming across Lucia’s face as she grabbed the knife from her boot, and stabbed under the grunt’s chin. The grip weakened immediately as motor functions ceased, and the others unloaded another mag into the back of their compatriot, the clinking sounds the armor made when it deflected. Another click, as they began reloading she popped another stim, her heart was nearly exploding after this one as the application was followed by another scream and her rushing them down with the knife.

— WATCH OUT — the one on the left screamed as lucia leaped to the one on the right, they spun in place with their back facing the ally as she stabbed the underside of their jaw. When the body fell lucia used that momentum to jump at the other, but it wasn’t enough, he grabbed her in the air and punched her out. gun on the floor he took a combat stance. Lucia’s nose was broken, blood filled her mouth as she spat out two teeth.

— I WILL NOT FALL TO AN INFERIOR — the grunt said walking towards a still standing Lucia — Neither will i — Lucia barked back. before running towards the grunt.

This fight was unbalanced, enough so where as soon as she got close to him he grabbed the arm that had a knife and broke it, like if it was a twig. and threw her back. as she collapsed on the floor, her one good hand held something that the grunt only noticed when he walked to stomp her head. Lucia rolled over her broken left arm, and shot him under the jaw with the pistol. the body fell back with a thud as she stood up. her pupils were the size of the point of a needle as she marched forth, her arm that should be in excruciating pain was nothing more than a numb tingling at the shoulder.

By all means this should be the tale of how a young woman was taken from earth, tortured and murdered in cold blood. Lucia had to be lucky ten times to get this far, and so on she was. She walked to the door where the lieutenant stood. Brikel stood proudly behind the door. she knew she was better than that inferior, and she was about to show it. gun in hand she waited, aimed at where the head would be when the door opened.

Lucia on the other hand, ripped one of the helmets off of the guards, it barely fit her head but it was a guarantee that she would not die in one single lucky shot. as she walked into the room.

The first shot hit the helmet, Brikel was surprised she didn’t keel over and die then and there. She shot two more times, once in the chest narrowly missing her left lung, and the other one hitting her shoulder. Lucia kept walking towards her.

— You, you should be dead. you shouldn’t be WALKING RIGHT NOW — all the confidence fell through the moment she got closer, Lucia was around four feet away when she shot Brikel in the shoulder, Brikel dropped the gun in pain.

Lucia was silent, she closed her hand into a fist and struck Brikel in the center of her face, busting the nose immediately

Brikel shouted — YOU'RE A SPEC, YOU'RE NOTHING — before punching her back in the bullet wound, Lucia’s blood pooled on the floor around her from the wounds, But before Brikel could get another word out, she got a fist in the jaw.

— Then I'll become something and kill you. Right here. Right now. — Lucia threw her gun away and grabbed Brikel by the neck. — I am part of the species meant to inherit the stars. Not you. You’re here now on a barely valid invite. — her hands tightened as Brikel began to suffocate, fighting was futile at that point — WE ARE MEANT TO INHERIT THE STARS. NOT YOU. NEVER YOU. — Lucia shouted, pulling Brikel’s head back and slamming against the wall leaving violet bloodpats in it. 

After Brikel’s death, painful and agonizing as it was, Lucia walked to the dashboard near the wall of her quarters, she pressed every button until she heard the slight feedback from the microphone, and she sent a message to all fleet ships that could hear.

— You are flying with borrowed wings. My name is Lucia from Earth, and i Alone have taken over your ship. — The quirky English major became the extermination of this entire ship. The ones that were left alive were soon sent to die in the void of space. She was almost alone, save for one particular creature that she felt she couldn’t kill, as it was connected to the entirety of the ship with some strange tubings.

At this point lucia had accepted her fate, that she is just waiting for death to crawl to her. She didn’t know how to control the ship, and the fact that space is mostly empty didn’t help, she couldn’t tell if the ship was turning, or going straight with the controls. there was enough food for her to last for several more years now. So, she just decided to rest. for a little while.

[ccaptain]

Places of relevance in H:SR Kaeya's story:

- Abandoned amusement park: the main hub where he hangs out and can be found and interacted with, often found wandering around and fixing mechanical stuff or resting in one of the giant toy cups of the center attraction. The abandoned planet can also be explored; any muse who travels and knows him may find this planet and stay a while. The mirror house contains an horrible secret that Kaeya knows, and he's blocked access to it. Every other indoor attraction is, however, fully to be expanded on.

- The Room: Kaeya's personal room. Chaotically organized with a small, old TV surrounded by books, a comfortable if a bit bumpy sofa, and a large, comfortable bed. Lots of trinkets given to him by people in time laid a bit everywhere. The walls are decorated with both old and discolored and crispy new posters from all eras. There's a small projector on the nightstand that, if turned on, will blast stars and planets all over the walls and ceiling, alternating between red, blue and green. A bit trickier to reach; Kaeya has to be the one leading someone to the door- after that, they simply have to visualize the inside of the room while opening a door for them to reach it, with or without him inside. He'll know if a muse is in here, though.

- The Ruins of the Liminal Laboratories: Giant piles of cement rubble of what was clearly a giant facility have caved in, having been covered by moss and ivy. There's no way to the floors downstairs, as there's an high risk of more stuff breaking on the way down. It's surrounded by dense woods, and difficult to reach due to the docs being such a distant way from where the research building once stood proudly. He can't be found here often- only when it gets bad.

- The Misty Sea: An endless, calm sea lapping at a beach, mist hanging just above the water's surface. The sun never rises, and the moon makes the water glitter. Kaeya's Archive, where he can lead acquaintance who can stay safe as long as he's here to supervise. Were they to stray too far off from him, the false memories of the Enigmata who condense into mist would start attacking their mind, implanting ''the truth'' in them until Kaeya can find their companion again and his presence can undo the damage. He doesn't normally bring people here, as the place is indeed very pretty. Your muse won't be able to access this unless Kaeya has been heavily wounded and they have to bring him here, thus granting them access to it.

- The End: A giant, endless meadow littered with neverending spots of chrysanthemums, where [DATA EXPUNGED] lie, motionless and seemingly asleep. [DATA EXPUNGED] go to this place when their goal has been completed, to rest until Mythus needs to awaken them again. Otherwise, they'd never rest. Kaeya hopes that he can find a patch to take a comfortable, long rest on when all is said and done. This place is inaccessible for those who don't belong to the Enigmata faction.

[sleepyowlwrites]

wip questionnaire tag

from @illarian-rambling what a pretty url

I'll do city story because I am trying to psych myself up to write a new scene.

What's The First part of the WIP that you created?

The beginning, but not the very beginning. Chapter 2 type beginning. I still gotta write an actual first scene.

If Your Story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Mess We Made by The Paper Kites

What are your favourite characters that you made and why?

The main trio of Jet: angry fighty lad, Rune: secretive angry gal, and Copper: concerned supportive twin brother (to Jet). Copper and Jet are 100% there for each other and trying to reconnect after years apart, and consequently are having some heavy emotions about it. Jet and Rune are character foils for each other, each drawing out things and changing things about each other by just being in orbit. Rune and Copper are (not really) competing for Jet's attention and both want good things for Jet according to their own definitions. It's delightful.

What other pieces of media your fanbase would share?

I'm not sure, since I don't actually fiction in the genre this is (realistic contemporary fiction, or as I call it: ci-fi - city fiction). I'll let them make their own connections and comparisons, I guess.

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Finishing a draft, which is my number one struggle with all my wips. If I have started a draft, it's murder to finish it. If I haven't, it's murder to start.

Are there animals in your story? Talk about them.

There aren't and that was kind of on purpose. It helps to hone in on the isolated vibes.

How do your characters travel/get around?

Jet has a motorcycle. It's a piece of crap that he's restored to working condition with Moss's help. Rune has a car of the Honda civic variety. Moss has a tiny little sedan and Yarrow, Hawk, and Shadow walk out take a bus.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

The sort of third act of the first draft.

What aspects (tropes, maybe) will you think will draw your audience in?

Found family (everyone's favorite), no romance, hurt/comfort, visceral depictions of emotions, characters who are either too honest or not enough, the slow crawl from apathy to purpose, and finding catharsis in a situation that intends to deny finding any.

What are your hopes for your WIP?

I want to finish a draft, and then finish another one. I have no plans to publish this particular story. My sister is hoping to get into bookbinding, though, and she's moving back home at the end of the summer, so if I can get this thing to a good place, I might have her make a nice book of it for me. Until then, I'll keep letting people read it.

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Heaven and Earth / Discernment of Heaven and Earth - 3

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[At the same time, in Florence at Nobunaga-sensei’s invitation]

Nobunaga: ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ was originally a show that the old geezer— Ieyasu-sensei put together.

Nobunaga: That geezer, who was a college student at the time, came up with the idea while out drinking with a friend of his who would go on to work at a TV station. They worked together to build the project from the ground up and bring it to fruition.

Nobunaga: Seems like he underwent a lot of hardship when he started off.

Nobunaga: That’s only natural. If you say “Everyone, let’s learn history! It’ll be fun!”, you’re not exactly going to hear “Wow! That sounds so interesting!” in return.

Nobunaga: Regardless, it just so happened that there was a super idol at the time who was a history enthusiast, and by having him host the show they managed to get quite a bit of attention.

Nobunaga: And well, you know how the story goes, that’s how ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ became the long-running show that all history enthusiasts know about.

Nobunaga: What was once the idle talk of a couple of dreamers in a bar is now reality.

Souma: I apologize for interrupting you, however, erm, it is a bit difficult to concentrate on what is being said when one is having cosmetics applied to one’s face.

Souma: I am truly very sorry. However, I am not accustomed to women, and thus, feel uncomfortable when they touch me, even if it may be through makeup utensils.

Nobunaga: Ahah, that’s so idol-esque of you. You’ve got a pure image.

Nobunaga: Relax. I’m married, and I’m not so shameless as to lay a hand on a kid.

Souma: Um, truly? I did not come across such information while searching on the ‘intaanetto’ dictionary though…?

Nobunaga: Do you think everything in the world is written in a dictionary?

Nobunaga: It isn’t a properly registered marriage. That country is so fucking antiquated, there’s still a strong social opposition to ‘that sort of thing’.

Nobunaga: Hey, wanna see a pic? My partner is really cute, right? ♪

Souma: Ah… Is that the reason for which you were traveling overseas, Nobunaga-sensei?

Nobunaga: Nope, I do it because of my work and hobbies. Don’t you think it’s kind of old-fashioned to think that you have to put your own life aside in order to devote yourself to the person you marry?

Souma: Sorry, I myself am of the old-fashioned sort.

Nobunaga: That's a good thing though, isn’t it? Just because something is modern, doesn’t mean it’s all that great.

Nobunaga: Honestly, I personally just don’t care. I don’t give a fuck about what other people think of me.

Souma: I have yet to reach a stage of enlightenment where I am able to separate those two things.

Souma: Even someone like myself is concerned about the judgement of others… Which is why I find that having my makeup done in public is rather mortifying. 

Nobunaga: People don’t take much interest in other people. However—

Nobunaga: If I’m too mean to a young kid, I’ll be accused of power harassment, so I’ll let you off the hook for now. 

Nobunaga: Let me see. Mhm, mhm, looks good.

Souma: Forgive me for asking so many questions, but what was the purpose of doing this…?

Nobunaga: Obviously, appearances are important, right?

Nobunaga: I think the reason ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ started to decline in popularity is because it comes across as a show that’s difficult to get into.

Nobunaga: That’s why, first things first, we’ll revolutionize the visuals.

Nobunaga: Even if we kept the contents of the show as is, having cute young men holding the discussion is more appealing than listening to a bunch of old zombies overgrown with moss mumble and grumble, don’t you think?

Nobunaga: I think that quality is one of the strengths of idols like you guys. Ah, I don’t mean to mock you or imply that you’re just mannequins or anything like that though.

Nobunaga: I’m being completely honest. Appearances matter.

Souma: I see…… So then, should I take this to be your proposal for reforming ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, Nobunaga-sensei?

Nobunaga: Yeah. It's a technique that you people are quite familiar with. Cramming the screen full of beautiful and lovable sorts of things.

Nobunaga: Worst comes to worst, anything will work as grounds for discussion. It could be history, the latest games, comics, or substanceless chatter, whatever is fine.

Nobunaga: But the fact is. If you want someone to listen to what you’re saying, you have to make them look at you first.

Nobunaga: That’s what makeup is for. So I’m going to turn that crusty old geezer that everyone calls ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ into a charming young man that’ll make everyone fall in love.

Nobunaga: I’ll change every single aspect of the show, including the title logo. It’ll be stylish.

Nobunaga: I’ll hire a bunch of talented and trendy makeup artists and designers to transform the show into something that young people will adore.

Nobunaga: It’ll be rock ’n’ roll, got it?

Souma: Hehe. It seems as though you would get along better with Oogami-dono than with me, Nobunaga-sensei.

Nobunaga: Mhm. I’m one of the ‘Three Sages’— As creepy as the title is, I was one of the last of the three to begin working on the show.

Nobunaga: It was like stepping into the cafeteria of an old age home, all worn out. The atmosphere of it all. Even though our society is aging, it’s an issue if the only people that can enjoy the show are old geezers and hags.

Nobunaga: Actually, no. I’ve always been jealous. In all the other shows, I saw that idols were farming, and cooking, doing all sorts of things.

Nobunaga: They brought to light things that people wouldn’t have been interested in otherwise.

Nobunaga: But there was no such light illuminating the subject of ‘History’, nothing for ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’.

Nobunaga: From the dimness of waning dusk, I looked on with envy, thinking to myself, “It’s just not fair”, “It must be nice for you, huh?”

Nobunaga: Back when the show started, that super idol made it shine. But by the time I got involved with the show, that light had already faded away.

Souma: Certainly, the original host of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ continued to work up until he was quite aged, and from thereon, each consequent generation of hosts that followed have all been older gentlemen.

Nobunaga: Senile old geezers, y’know. That’s why they’ve had to keep replacing the host, because they’d all eventually get close to the end of their lives, and that’s why the show’s been suspended. It’s because the last host ended up dying.

Souma: Indeed. And thus, the task has befallen us.

Nobunaga: I think that right now is our chance. We’ll use the power of cute young men to our advantage, and while we’re at it, revamp everything to be new and more attractive—

Souma: Hm…… I heard this not directly, as I am not the one in charge of that particular person, however, It seems as though Hideyoshi-sensei expressed a similar sentiment.

Nobunaga: Hah? What’d that monkey¹ say?

Souma: Although his ‘appurouchi’ differs, he too, is attempting to boldly change ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’.

Souma: I still await a detailed report from Hasumi-dono, who is currently in charge of him, however, there is contemplation of adding a sort of storytelling aspect to ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’.

Nobunaga: Huff…… Aaah, so that’s how it is.

Nobunaga: I already know what I want to do though. That guy’s just in my way.

Nobunaga: Storytelling focus and visual focus just don’t mix well.

Nobunaga: Everyone’s tastes change by the minute, and if you keep spinning tales with the same characters, people will just get bored eventually, and then—

Nobunaga: Well, that’s fine by him, isn't it? All he cares about is short-term profits. But anyways…

Souma: Profits are of great importance. ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ has been running itself aground precisely because it is lacking in them.

Nobunaga: Whenever the concept of ‘profit’ becomes involved, things get messy fast. You work in the industry, so you’re probably well aware that things get tricky once the ‘sponsor’s demands’ come up.

Nobunaga: If you’re not careful, everything will just fall into pieces and disintegrate. 

Nobunaga: The person in charge of that playboy, Hasumi-kun, was it? Tell him to stay on guard. That monkey, he’s basically a con artist, so if you trust him, you’re gonna look like a huge idiot.

Souma: That will certainly not be an issue. Hasumi-dono has always been a personage of justice, who has been able to outwit and subdue even the slyest of old foxes².

Souma: As such, that Hasumi-dono will surely be able to steer adeptly without being deceived by Hideyoshi-sensei— I have faith in him.

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Translation Notes

Nobunaga-sensei refers to Hideyoshi-sensei as a 'monkey', similar to how the actual historical figure Toyotomi Hideyoshi was nicknamed 'Monkey' (猿), as jab at his unsightly appearance. Oda Nobunaga is known to have made fun of Toyotomi Hideyoshi's appearance, most notably calling him a 'bald rat' in a letter to his wife. The origins of this particular nickname are unknown, however.

Souma uses the 4 letter idiom 海千山千, which literally translates to "A thousand years in the ocean, A thousand years in the mountains". I chose the closest English equivalent, but it is used to refer to someone who is both crafty and experienced. This idiom finds it's origins in a legend that states that 'A snake who has lived 1000 years in the ocean and 1000 years in the mountains will turn into a dragon.' Seeing as dragons and snakes are notable reoccurring motifs for AKATSUKI, I thought it would be worth noting.

[dyxtd21]

My Gemsona OCs easily summarized (Part 1):

Zebra Jasper = Mob boss/The Mafia.

Quantum Quattro Silica = Vox from Hazbin Hotel/TVs.

Lemon Quartz = Jeremy Jordan (*Cough* Lucifer *cough*)

Pietersite = Holy angel.

Mystic Topaz = Headless Horseman.

Axinite = "My the power of Odin"/Viking.

Bixbyite = "What have I created?"/Reptilian Boogeyman.

Pyrope = 'Hot-shot' lawyer (Able to manipulate fire)

Ametrine = Two-Face/Harvey Dent rip-off but horizontal split with colors of purple and yellow.

Hematite = Yandere.

Cotton Candy Quartz = Beelzebub from Helluva Boss.

Iolite = Shark gal.

Amethyst = Punk rock star.

Nephrite = Nepeta and Meulin Leijon from Homestuck but fused together. Is a werecat gal.

Bi-Color Fluorite = 'Obsessed with beauty' fashion model.

Strawberry Quartz = "I love strawberries!"

Green Zebra Jasper = Alastor from Hazbin Hotel.

Angel Aura Quartz = "She was a fairy."

Chrysocolla = Stressed geek/nerd.

Leopard Skin Jasper = Two-faced and mean cheerleader. Obsessed with Zebra Jasper.

Yellow Zebra Jasper = Demisexual DJ.

Sunshine Aura Quartz = Elf.

Red Phantom Quartz = Samurai.

Mexican Fire Opal = Luchador.

Mexican Matrix Opal = "Remember me, thought I have to travel far."

Ice Jade = Arctic Hare gal.

Egyptian Zebra Jasper = Anubis.

Shattuckite = Velvette from Hazbin Hotel.

Alexandrite = Two-Face but a gal who changes personalities and appearance depending on the lighting between cowgirl and outlaw.

Blizzard Stone = Ryan Reynolds but if he was a snowboarder.

Bi-Color Citrine = Has a phone for a head.

Serpentine = Mad scientist but as an anthropomorphic snake/Sir Pentious from Hazbin Hotel.

Smoky Quartz = Anthropomorphic wolf who's a mercenary and bounty hunter but respects women immensely.

Sardonyx = Robo Fizzaroli from Helluva Boss.

Cherry Quartz and Strawberry Aura Quartz = Glitz and Glam from Helluva Boss.

Jelly Opal = A messenger who's a Longma.

Citrine = Chris Pine but if he was a Greek prince.

Imperial Topaz = Japanese Emperor.

Moss Aquamarine = Playful and mischievous Indian belly dancer.

Zoisite = "Ninja!"

Purple Zebra Jasper = Deeply sadistic and has immense hate for others.

Prasiolite = "I know what I'm doing. Afterall, I'm the Mayor."

Ammolite = Aroace, Victorian-era poet.

The Nine Tales Council: (Parti Sapphire, Cornflower Blue Sapphire, Padparadscha Sapphire, Purple Sapphire, Pink Sapphire, Black Star Sapphire, Green Sapphire, Orange Sapphire and Yellow Sapphire) = A group of anthropomorphic fox ladies.

Pyrite = Female pirate captain.

Jet = "Oh captain, my captain."/Pyrite's first mate.

Blue Goldstone = "Can we fix it?"

Milky Quartz = Opera singer.

Ruby = This

Emerald = Butler.

Amazonite = Tribal warrior.

Black Onyx = A polite CEO by day and by night, a serial killer known as 'The Bunny Man'. He's also bisexual.

Calcite = Takes inspiration from Maneki-neko statues. Is a werecat gal.

Turquoise = Homelander from The Boys.

Tanzine Aura Quartz = Ali Baba and his Forty Thieves but if Tanzine Aura Quartz was also a vlogger/blogger.

[six-eyed-samurai]

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Quiz time~!! ✮

THE ANSWERS ARE AT THE END, DONT LOOK :3 (u don't even have to respond, pls dont feel pressured to, u can just read these out to someone or something, I dunno. Have fun <3)

If your favorite number of the alphabet is purple, and your parents forced you to eat a calculator when you were 8 to make you better at math; how many babies will you microwave for 15 minutes with 3 forks to meld together on top of a baby's eyes on a Tuesday?

Let's say, hypothetically, you're traveling to ancient rome, and they speak to you in latin, so you travel to Europe during the Victorian era, and you give a Victorian child three AAA batteries to smoke as if they were cigars, but they exploded. Would three watermelons be put into the blender, true or false?

If the bubonic plague took your life, and Chuck E Cheese was the rat that gave it to you, how many forks will you put in the blender?

If Kim Jong Un and Vladimir Putin take a picture together for pride month, and someone named Ran Haitani just gave away his birth certificate with a bluey plush in Indonesia, who would win a TV and then eat it??

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Weekend treat: take a tour of Kamakura's famous hydrangea temples, visit historic spots which most Japanese people go through in school days, and take the Enoden at last!

12/6/2024

Owing to depression since I got into university, I'd missed an opportunity to go to my long-time ideal destination Kamakura; this short trip today was a kind of dream come true.

Last year, I ran into a TV program featuring Kamakura's famous hydrangea temples and then decided to tour the temples someday in June. Mom and I were off there before 7am in order to avoid the crowds, but there were so many people who must have been thinking of the same thing walking to Meigetsu-in temple（aka: Ajisaidera） in the strong sun.

As I'd read in some articles beforehand, there were many blue hydrangeas lining paths in the precincts but a crowd of people. I should have come earlier than 9am or around 8am, which might allow me to feel its picturesque scenery, nature and stillness to my heart's content alone/without any distraction. Stillness early in the morning must match this temple the most, I believe. I liked the combination/contrast between green and pale blue in there; plus, I couldn't take my eyes off the location which steep cliffs and cuts（mountains） covered with mosses look over and surround. That was absolutely majestic enough to let me connect with something great.

After Ajisaidera, we headed to another facility famous for hydrangeas in the area（closed to Kita-Kamakura station）. That was a kind of gallery focusing on exhibits regarding hydrangeas, and its building was made of wood, creaking aloud when someone walked through the second floor, which I appreciated.

On our way to Kamakura station, we swung by Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine, where some household was just having a wedding in the Shinto style, strolled Komachi-dori, a long shopping street, popping in boutiques for souvenirs and took a break at a cafe; mom ordered parfait with crème caramel on top.

Originally, we were due to visit Hase-dera temple for its flowers, as well, but I had to give up on that right before the entrance, because it claimed that there was over 80-minute wait even for entry at the moment. So, I opted for another spot, which was Great Buddha（aka: Kamakura Daibutsu）. This historic site is so typical of educational travel destinations for school trips here in Japan that almost all the people who have grown up in Japan, except me, must have experienced the spot. As I wouldn't go to school, this was my first time to visit and see the Daibutsu in person. He looked not that bigger than I expected; therefore, I felt a sense of closeness to him and found him charming indeed. I could gaze at him all day long.

Before taking the Enoden for the first time, we did hydrate at a cafe closed to the station. It was less crowded with people on the platforms than I thought, and then I noticed that half of the passengers seemed to be students, which means the Enoden was transportation primarily for the locals although it was associated with tourism. Overall, I found Kamakura so attractive in terms of nature, architecture, historic background, a daily shopping situation, and the locals that it's been loved not only by tourists but also by residents for decades.

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MONTH: December

SONGS: King - Florence + the Machine, Bird Dog - Shaman’s Harvest, Dead of Night - Ruelle, Hard Lines Sunken Cheeks - Pantera, Wherever I May Roam - Metallica, Nunchuck - SAINT PHNX

NUMBER: 4, 13, 22

PLANTS: weeping birch, parrot tulip, nightshade, gympie gympie

SMELLS: gunpowder, infection, igneous rock, cracked pepper

GEMSTONE: malachite, moss agate, tiger eye, bloodstone

TIME OF DAY: the witching hour

SEASON: late autumn

PLACES: Biafra, the middle east, Rotterdam, nowhere

FOOD: canned fish, fruit, leftovers sandwich 

DRINKS: gin straight, stale water, cheap instant coffee

ELEMENT: lightning, water, void

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Virgo/Libra/Scorpio

SEASONINGS: burnt coffee, hickory salt, balsamic vinegar

SKY: clear and still and the wrong color

WEATHER: multiple vortex tornadoes

MAGICAL POWER: disintegration 

WEAPONS: FN MAG, Brügger & Thomet APC, Sturmgewehr 44

SOCIAL MEDIA: Only Fans (kidding, he doesn’t have any)

MAKEUP PRODUCT: tactical paint

CANDY: unsweetened dried ginger, 90% cocoa covered blueberries, vinegar taffy

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: walking, ceaselessly

ART STYLE: H. R. Giger

FEAR: ghosts, violent death, loss of control, attachment

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: wraith or boogieman

PIECE OF STATIONARY: torn and stained scrap paper

THREE EMOJIS: ⛓⚖🕰

CELESTIAL BODY: Algol

[suddence]

08.07.2023 - Part 3 Again

Whoa hello! The other day I updated about being halfway through Part 3: Leave No Trace. Well, now I’m here to report that it’s done!

Stats! Part 3 is 17302 words long. Altogether, I’ve edited 40091 words of 53678. That’s 75% woop woop! AND! The total count has gone up about 3k words since the last update.

The seemingly huge increase in total word count is due to the fact a lot of details were glossed over in the previous draft (as I’ve said before, my goal was to finish the draft, so as long as I got the gist of the story across, I was okay with messiness).

The second half of Part 3 sees Dany and co. finally travelling to Suddence! But what will they find there? Certainly not what they were expecting......

Meanwhile (or I guess, in the past), Dany and Marisa take refuge in a school that’s under construction. Marisa is super sick, and Dany, who has spent their whole life being cared for by Marisa, is now in the caretaker role. But Dany is only eleven, so understandably, they are having a real hard time with the...everything.

The biggest thing that I changed is the last chapter. Originally it ends with this bombastic car crash, but I never really liked it, and I couldn’t make it make sense. Today though, while eating lunch, I thought of an alternative that works WAYYYY better. It’ll only require very minor tweaking in the rest of the story.

One thing I added is having Dany mourn the life they will never have. Dany spends a lot of time cooped up in motels watching TV about teenagers in school (Glee and High School Musical are vaguely mentioned 👀) so they’ve worked up this idea that going to high school must be so fun! So dramatic! So interesting! And you get to dissect frogs?? It’s been their goal that once this is all over, they’ll finally get to go to school and experience what they’ve only seen on TV. But in this part of the story, Dany is slowly coming to terms with the fact that, no, it is very unlikely this will be over soon, and they have to (very reluctantly) stamp out their hope for this future :^(

I’ve always liked to keep a level of vagueness in this story. What is Dany’s real name? What gender is Dany? (NONE OF YOUR BEESWAX) Where and when does this story take place? I’ve left a few clues here and there about the location, mentioning provinces instead of states, but for time, I didn’t really keep a specific year in mind. BUT in this draft, I decided to figure that out just for myself, and I DID decide on a year, and I DID make sure all the info dropped in the story is consistent with it. I think it would be fun for future readers to figure it out :^)

Part 4 is the lead-up to the climax!

And nowwwww here’s the excerpt! Transcript under the link.

THE ROAD TO SUDDENCE begins with a gate.

It’s so unimpressive that we drove right past it before rounding back. Aaron said he thought it was a maintenance side road. I can’t blame him. It really does look like one, the gate low and old and covered in rust and some kind of moss. It doesn’t help that the yellow sign on it says Authorized Access Only.

“You sure this is it?” Aaron says.

“Well,” Zahira says. “It says on the map.”

I stare up the road. We’ve been rumbling down a country road for the last thirty minutes. It’s so rural that there aren’t any streetlamps, and the big evergreen trees and the cracked asphalt only made the journey even creepier.

The road leading up to Suddence doesn’t ease up on the creep. It’s much narrower than the country road, and grass is growing through the pavement, and the trees are bending over it like they want to swallow it alive.

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I posted 22,731 times in 2022

That's 2,656 more posts than 2021!

285 posts created (1%)

22,446 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kydrakinetic

@draal-the-deadly

@theminecraftbee

@talesofarcadiaforever

@pacificwaternymph

I tagged 3,073 of my posts in 2022

#the arson human talks shit - 130 posts

#favourite - 126 posts

#ask game - 116 posts

#ask games - 116 posts

#thanks for the ask! - 74 posts

#gods and hunters - 47 posts

#writing tips - 43 posts

#tales of arcadia - 38 posts

#yes - 32 posts

#:) - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#'don't let her see your power in the daylight' could be a reference to the trollhunter amulet and sword of daylight and how jim needs to hi

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sometimes a family isn't a mom, dad, 2.5 children, and a white picket fence. Sometimes it's:

- A near 1000 year old punk wizard boy who needs a hug.

- A very sarcastic talking cat with poor eyesight.

- A plant goddess.

- An Akaridion warrior queen.

- Her little brother, who gives off pure aroace vibes and can build a mind reader in 2 hours.

- A short gremlin king with a very large conspiracy board.

- A dude who's a fan of hard rock, and has a warhammer.

- A very sassy blue child who needs 10 years of therapy.

- The troll history teacher that tried to kill the sassy blue child 10x over. He's also dating the sassy blue child's mother. Troll dad #2 of sassy blue child.

- The Mother Of The Sassy Blue child. Who for some reason didn't think that something was seriously up with her kid. (Plot Armour.)

- A guy who was there for comedy relief, but somehow got a bully redemption arc.

- Purple punk child who got posessed by former evil sorcerer lady once.

- Troll dad #1 of sassy blue child, he likes reading and burning books.

- A Troll covered in moss, he's the wingman and a former pacifist.

- Former evil sorcerer lady with a similar aesthetic to a Marvel Norse God, but actually had a point.

- Adoptive dad of punk wizard boy. Who says he doesn't care that much. But he cares A LOT.

279 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

It's time for some Empires Propaganda...

Come watch Empires SMP Season 2! We have the following:

A little scrunkly goblin man who lives in caves and likes pickles and scams

A catwoman that actively commits crimes against humanity A totally normal human. Yep absolutely a human

A Princess in a pretty pink tutu that will fight entire monster armies (it's secret though hush)

The Sheriff who's definitely not a toy

The witch that got expelled from the academy for destroying reality as we know it

The Dungeon Master who keeps his dubious amounts of smooth stone inside a tomb

A 5ft 11ft god complex personified whose obsessions include dirty jokes, gold, and the word 'Lore'

A reality traveler who decides that trusting nobody and stealing clothes off of corpses is the best chance at survival

The self-appointed princess who decides to trust the little blue lights leading her into the dark cave is a smart idea to get a kingdom banner.

The hardwood seller, whose adoptive father is part rabbit and whose idea of father-son bonding is animal slaughter

Heterochromia but through nefarious skull means. And he's not straight

Pirate who asks nicely first before stealing any of your belongings

The one-night stand of a child who consistently has to deal with both of his 'daddy's' excessively worse-by-day dirty jokes

286 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#3

"If your wondering why I use he/him pronouns for the allays, I just think of them as himbos"

Thanks, Pixl for this new mental image /pos

289 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#2

Despite TOA being done, I am creating propaganda...

Come Watch Tales Of Arcadia! We Have The Following:

A magic amulet, which gives you really cool silver armour and a death sentence!

Cheeky Wizards x4

Murder board created by a small teen who has the ability to 'Tokyo Drift' a car

A literal hacker/Queen of an entire planet

Crispy

Jim Lake Jr, one of the best animated TV protags I've ever seen.

A hellfire of a movie

Magic Siblings :)

A dog who pisses explosions

MMMMMMMM GLORY

*enters Janus Order* *two aliens are playing techno music* *bones are everywhere* TEEN CENTER!!!!!

Getting possessed by eldritch wizards intent on destroying the world is completely normal.... IT'S FINE.

Strangely specific threats.

Really cool CGI animation.

"bUT A GnoMe IN A DOLLHOUSE??"

an insane amount of AUs

Haha what is this sadness? Why is everyone dying? *Play's STARSET's Unbecoming*

I suggest looking up the definition of 'Moppet'

The entirety of the word 'Buttsnack' being used so casually

"SHUT UP STEVE"

The Goblin Revolution

Jim Lake Jr, one second being the definition of a sweetheart. Two minutes later, "Hey Strickler. *spits in his mouth*"

The Breakfast Reckless Club

Steve's screams.

Troll Jim.

Toby being the bestest friend you could ever ask for

The murder of a highschool principal.

Assassins and Bounty Hunters galore.

See the full post

346 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The defining traits of humanity are NOT sex, romance, and empathy.

The defining traits of humanity are our creativity, adaptability, and our boundless amounts of hubris.

As well as arson.

1,730 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

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[howardhawkshollywoodannex]

Daniel Emilfork as Krank and Mireille Mosse as Mademoiselle Mosse in The City of Lost Children (1995). Dan was born in Santiago, Chile, and had 100 acting credits from a 1955 French tv movie to 2007.

His other notable credits include The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1956 with Anthony Quinn), Whats New Pussycat, The Liquidator, Travels with my Aunt, Fellini's Casanova, Who is Killing the Great Chefs of Europe?, and The Thief of Bagdad (1978 UK tv movie, as the genie).

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My Final Emmy Predictions

Put under the cut because this is going to be a long one.

Outstanding Comedy Series

Abbott Elementary

The Bear

Curb Your Enthusiasm

Hacks

Only Murders In The Building

Palm Royale

Reservation Dogs

What We Do In The Shadows

Outstanding Lead Actress In A Comedy Series

Quinta Brunson, Abbott Elementary

Ayo Edebiri, The Bear

Selena Gomez, Only Murders In The Building

Jean Smart, Hacks

Kristen Wiig, Palm Royale

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Comedy Series

Larry David, Curb Your Enthusiasm

Theo James, The Gentlemen

Steve Martin, Only Murders In The Building

Martin Short, Only Murders In The Building

Jeremy Allen White, The Bear

Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Comedy Series

Hannah Einbinder, Hacks

Abby Elliott, The Bear

Janelle James, Abbott Elementary

Sheryl Lee Ralph, Abbott Elementary

Meryl Streep, Only Murders In The Building

Lisa Ann Walter, Abbott Elementary

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Comedy Series

Lionel Boyce, The Bear

Matty Matheson, The Bear

Ebon Moss-Bachrach, The Bear

Oliver Platt, The Bear

Paul Rudd, Only Murders in The Building

Tyler James Williams, Abbott Elementary

Outstanding Drama Series

The Crown

The Curse

Fallout

The Gilded Age

The Morning Show

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Shōgun

Slow Horses

Outstanding Lead Actress In A Drama Series

Jennifer Aniston, The Morning Show

Maya Erskine, Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Anna Sawai, Shōgun

Imelda Staunton, The Crown

Emma Stone, The Curse

Reese Witherspoon, The Morning Show

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Drama Series

Donald Glover, Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Walton Goggins, Fallout

Cosmo Jarvis, Shōgun

Gary Oldman, Slow Horses

Hiroyuki Sanada, Shōgun

Dominic West, The Crown

Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Drama Series

Christine Baranski, The Gilded Age

Nicole Beharie, The Morning Show

Elizabeth Debicki, The Crown

Greta Lee, The Morning Show

Lesley Manville, The Crown

Cynthia Nixon, The Gilded Age

Kristin Scott Thomas, Slow Horses

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series

Khalid Abdalla, The Crown

Tadanobu Asano, Shōgun

Billy Crudup, The Morning Show

Mark Duplass, The Morning Show

Jon Hamm, The Morning Show

Takehiro Hira, Shōgun

Jonathan Pryce, The Crown

Outstanding Limited or Anthology Series

Baby Reindeer

Fargo

Lessons in Chemistry

Ripley

True Detective: Night Country

Outstanding TV Movie

The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial

Mr. Monk’s Last Case

No One Will Save You

Red, White & Royal Blue

Scoop

Outstanding Lead Actress In A Limited/Anthology Series or TV Movie

Jodie Foster, True Detective: Night Country

Brie Larson, Lessons in Chemistry

Juno Temple, Fargo

Sofía Vergara, Griselda

Kate Winslet, The Regime

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Limited/Anthology Series or TV Movie

Matt Bomer, Fellow Travelers

Richard Gadd, Baby Reindeer

Jon Hamm, Fargo

Andrew Scott, Ripley

Tony Shalhoub, Mr. Monk’s Last Case

Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Limited/Anthology Series or TV Movie

Dakota Fanning, Ripley

Lily Gladstone, Under The Bridge

Jessica Gunning, Baby Reindeer

Aja Naomi King, Lessons in Chemistry

Jennifer Jason Leigh, Fargo

Nava Mau, Baby Reindeer

Kali Reis, True Detective: Night Country

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Limited/Anthology Series or TV Movie

Jonathan Bailey, Fellow Travelers

Robert Downey, Jr., The Sympathizer

Tom Goodman-Hill, Baby Reindeer

John Hawkes, True Detective: Night Country

Joe Keery, Fargo

Lewis Pullman, Lessons in Chemistry

Sam Spruell, Fargo

Outstanding Variety Talk Series

The Daily Show

Jimmy Kimmel Live

Late Night with Seth Meyers

Late Show with Stephen Colbert

Outstanding Variety Scripted Series

Last Week Tonight with John Oliver

Saturday Night Live