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darkbluekies · 2 years ago

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Night drive with silas. Maybe reader had a stockholm syndrome?

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Mafia!yandere OC x stockholmsyndrome!reader

Summary: after a while in the basement you've finally broken. You're finally obedient.

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, kissing, great fear, hints of violence

You messed up badly. You should not have tried to escape. Look where you ended up — in the darkest corner of his basement with your ankles chained to the stone floor. Reduced to nothing more than a dog.

You're not sure how long you've been down here, but you've been given the opportunity to use the degrading potty four times by now by rough, evil men. Or was it more?

A string of light lights up a small portion of the basement and heavy steps coming down the stairs makes you tense.

"Y/N, baby, it's me", Silas says softly and moves closer to you in the dim light.

He's wearing his dark clothes with his shirt unbuttoned two buttons down and rolled up by his sleeves. In his right hand he holds a see through plastic bag. There's something inside …

"Hi, little thing", Silas says and sits down in front of you.

You press yourself closer to the wall, wishing nothing else than to melt into it and disappear.

"No, no, no, shh, it's okay", he says quickly. "I'm not going to hurt you anymore. Everything is over. I'm here to help."

You doubt that.

He picks up something from the plastic bag and holds the hand open in front of him. A green ball is lying in his palm.

"I got you grapes", he smiles. "I've washed them twice, so you have nothing to be skeptical of."

You look at the grape, hunger roaring through your stomach. Your hand twitches.

"That's right, baby", Silas smiles, "it's yours, take it."

With his reassurance, your hand snatches the grape from his open palm and places it in your mouth. The sudden taste makes you grimace and he smiles, picking up one more. You hesitate. There has to be something waiting for you. He can't be this nice. You're sure that if you try to take the grape, he'll grab your hand in that tight grip he usually has.

"Don't be scared, baby", Silas says softly. "They're all for you."

You shake your head quickly, pressing closer to the wall. You won't fall into his trap.

"They are, I promise", Silas says, moving his hand closer. "Take it."

Your hand snatches the grape just as quickly.

"I'm going to remove the cuffs, okay?" Silas says and moves closer.

Your hands attempt to grab the plastic bag, quickly regretting it. You stare at him with wide eyes, waiting for any sign of anger or disappointment. Nothing.

"You can have the bag if you let me unchain you. Deal?"

You nod hesitantly and hold out your hand. Silas places the plastic bag in your palm. You start to pick up grapes, chewing quicker than the speed of light while he unlocks the chains. He leans back on his hands, looking at you fondly.

"Tasty?" he asks.

You nod carefully. He can tell that your hands are shaking.

"Can you give me one?" he asks and holds out his hand.

You look at his rough hand and down in the bag, contemplating. Slowly, you pick up one of the grapes and drop it in his hand. He smiles and pops it into his mouth. You turn your face down into the bag again. In the corner of your eye you can see him sit up straight again and move closer. You have no time to escape before his arms are wrapped around you in a gentle hold. You forget how to breathe or move. Entire body, all muscles, tense up. You want to push him away or yell at him to let you be, but your brain is having a multipurpose shutdown. The only thing coming out of your mouth being measly whimpers. Silas rubs his hand over your back softly.

"It's okay, little thing", he whispers. "You don't have to be afraid of me anymore. I love you so, so much."

His hand comes up to massage your roots. All of these actions are so soft and after being chained up in this cold, hard and unforgiving basement, you can't do anything else but slowly relax. He notices that and brings you closer until your body is pressed into his. Tears are building up in your chest. You've wanted to cry since you got locked down here, but you haven't dared to. Your tears would have reminded you of how badly you hate your life. But now that you're in Silas’s warm embrace, the walls keeping the tears in are slowly but surely collapsing.

"It's okay, little thing", Silas whispers. "Let it out. I will protect you."

His words sound so genuine that it aches in your broken heart. All you want is for him to treat you normally, why cant he? You suddenly think to yourself that … maybe he does treat you normally, it's just you who are so difficult that he sees no way out than to chain you in here. Tears start to escape your eyes and you're quick to hide them down into his shoulder. He locks your head in place with his hand. You cry out all the frustrations you've felt over both Silas and yourself, over everything and everyone around you. Silas sits in silence, listening. When you finally stop, he pulls your head back and cups your wet cheeks, caressing them with his thumbs. Maybe he isn't too bad after all …?

"Do you want to go upstairs?" he asks with sweet eyes. "Sleep in our bed for a while?"

You nod. Suddenly his touch doesn't feel that poisonous anymore. He stands up and helps you up on your feet. With his arm wrapped around your waist, he brings you upstairs. Now that your stone wall has been removed from you, Silas is the best substitute for you to hide in. He melts everytime you move closer, but he silently hopes that he hasn't broken you. You usually get scared after being locked in the basement, your mind resets like a video game.

His men follow you with their eyes, always interested to see how you've been tamed this time. You press yourself closer to Silas. Not a word needs to be spoken, he already knows.

"If you look at them again it'll be the last thing you ever see" Silas warns his men, bringing you to the stairs to the second floor.

You glance at him, heart softening at how he stood up for you.

He helps you up to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. You're allowed to take a quick shower before he tucks you into the bed. The soft material around you feels like heavenly clouds compared to the ice cold Hell you've been kept in. It doesn't take more than two minutes before you're knocked out cold with his hand caressing your cheek.

When you wake up, the room is empty. You shoot up, first thought being: "where is Silas?" You look around in desperation. You can't understand this new thinking, this sudden urge to be perfect for him. Be so perfect that you'll never have to end up in the basement again. You've never been so dependent on Silas like this before. Your heart is hammering, all nerves in your body screaming to be close to Silas. Without him, you'll only do something wrong and end up there again …

He must be down in his office, you think and hurry up from the bed. You run over to the door, grabbing the handle.

"Where do you think you're going?" Silas asks firmly, coming out from the bathroom. "I can't even take a piss without you trying to run off."

You breathe out in relief and run over, hugging him tightly. The man freezes in shock and confusion.

"What's going on?" he asks.

"I thought you left!" you mumble. "I got so scared."

He relaxes, understanding. Carefully, his arms wrap around you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Of course I won't leave you", he says comfortingly. "I love you, my little angel. Love you so much."

He notices how you glance down at his lips. You need to be close to him.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" he asks smugly.

You nod quickly. He smiles gently and leans down to connect his lips with yours. You respond quickly. He almost flinches in shock, but is quick to match your pace. He almost loses control to you, but is quick to regain it. There's no way you'll get to lead the action. Silas melts into a puddle in your embrace. Your mouth is heavenly soft … and you taste like his wildest fantasies.

"I'm sorry, Silas", you mumble. "I-I shouldn't have tried to run away from you. I don't know what I was thinking, please forgive me."

"You are forgiven, baby", he reassures you.

"I never want to end up there again."

"You won't. Just be as good as you're being now and you won't ever have to see that awful place again."

You breathe out in relief.

"I have to run a quick errand", Silas says.

"Don't leave!" you yelp.

Silas chuckles and caresses your cheeks. "Let me finish, will you? I was going to ask you if you want to come with me. It's just a nice little drive."

You nod. Silas takes your hand in his and leads you out the door, down the stairs.

"Boss, you can't go now!" one of his men says, stressed out of his mind. "We have so much to do!"

"Don't talk to him like that!" you cut him off, a warning to him what will happen if you anger Silas,but also feeling offended that they disrespect him.

"It's okay, baby", Silas smiles and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "You don't have to get involved." He turns to the man. "I do what I want. If you'd paid more attention, you'd know that I'm going on a business errand, not a fun trip. So step aside before you embarrass yourself any further."

The man clears his throat and gives the two of you space. You pity the foolish man. Surely you can't be the only one knowing about the harsh — brutal — consequences?

Silas leads you out to his black, shiny car and opens the front door for you. You jump in and buckle yourself while he gets in behind the steering wheel and turn on the engine.

"If you want, you can just drift off to sleep", Silas says and backs out of the driveway.

You shake your head. Silas chuckles, knowing that you'll be blacked out in twenty minutes anyway.

Twenty minutes pass and you're still awake, much to his surprise. Your eyelids are hanging, deepy wishing that you could let yourself sleep. Although he's given you permission, you're scared that he'll be mad at you for leaving his company. He is unpredictable after all. You soend the time to watxh the twinkling stars up in the night sky, look at the streetlights you pass. It all is so pretty. There are barely any people out by now, but that's almost nicer.

Silas turns to look at you.

"Why are you still awake, baby?" he smiles. "You're obviously tired."

"I shouldn't leave you alone", you whisper regretfully. "I won't be good then …"

"You will be good. You will be the best even, I told you it's okay. Go to sleep, sweet thing."

"Are you sure?"

He chuckles and takes your hand, squeezing it softly. You feel a shameful thump in your heart. Deep down, you know you shouldn't trust him, but oh, how much you really want to.

"Of course I am", he responds. "I took you with me because I know you fall asleep in cars. I'll even put on some calm music for you."

And he does. A sweet, hypnotizing tune enters your ears, making you smile slightly. This time, sleep is inevitable. Only a few minutes later, you're gone. Silas smiles and caresses your cheek with his free hand. He finally succeeded this time. You're finally obedient — finally his.

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alicentsgf · 7 days ago

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my only tiny niggle with yellowjackets tbh is the antler queens headdress. and its such a small thing because like yes it being made of goal netting both looks cool and makes sense since bringing your own nets for the posts isnt unheard of. however, what doesnt make sense to me is its not like they only brought this tiny square of it lmao. so wheres the rest?? thats like an easy 48 ft of net we havent even seen them try to fish or construct anything with (that i've seen). also kind of crazy no ones worn cleats at any point when they're probably better in certain weather (aka studded and waterproof) when compared to the canvas sneakers we often see them in. shinpads would be pretty multipurpose too, or at least worth wearing for protection in some settings. and whys no one using goalie gloves as actual gloves? its not like it would have just been van bringing her own, one of the coaches and the reserve keeper would have needed their own for training, plus duplicates just in case any got lost or broken, the team should have had a bag of them. all that stuff would have been in the luggage hold and we know a lot of the luggage was salvageable, like they would have had their cleats and pads packed in their own bags anyway.

its clear the team/sport element is so incredibly relevant to the character dynamics and attitudes - its one of the things that gives the show that richness and depth missing from similar stories. they should have leant into this more visually imo and made the soccer equipment a little more prevalent in the costuming. especially when the most iconic costume is half soccer net.

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boraluv · 1 month ago

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picnic in the rain

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 not totally uninspired by Seokjin's "lovely runner" moment in "Run Jin ep 2" 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

warnings: none I think!

genre: 1.6k words of silly fluffy musings (banter is not my strong suit, but I'm working at it....)

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It’s hard for you to choose a favorite season. If held at knifepoint, you suppose you’d say summer. The long days, more sunshine than winter, with so many outdoor activities to pick from, tend to win points in the scorecard of your heart. But even so, you admire the variety of springtime flowers, the crisp colors of autumn, and the cozy brilliance of wintertime.

Today is of those late May days - low humidity, a kiss of a breeze, with intermittent clouds that freckle the cobalt sky- late spring, with the perks of summertime. After working overtime last weekend, you have a rare Monday afternoon with no schedules. Feeling untouchable, you packed up a few homemade cookies, your favorite spicy tuna kimbap, and even splurged on some grapes! A picnic in your favorite park overlooking the city is just what you desire today.

Romantising your life may not be practical most of the time, with how busy work and adulting tends to keep you. The spring weather wont last much longer, and you know the humidity will roll in like spring high tides, overwhelming and damp.

More than occasionally, living in such a vast metropolis brings you to tears of loneliness and futility. The anonymity gifts you certain freedoms, but it some days it feels burdensome. The human desire to connect has always been strong in you, and passing so many individuals daily draws out your loneliness. Today, however, the sunshine fills you up with unmatched positivity - and wearing your favorite sundress & flower-embroidered cardigan & cute white tennies, you don't mind being alone. It’s the kind of day where the birds sing songs just to you, the flowers wave like old friends, and cute babies in prams giggle at your silly faces while you wait to cross street corners.

Jazzy music floats on the breeze from a cafe across the street. Sunlight pokes your eyes. The cute straw sunhat you pulled off the top shelf of your closet has more tiny holes than you’d realized, and you wish you’d grabbed a pair of sunglasses to wear under it. Oh well! At least it’s cute and still keeps most of the rays out of your eyes.

Even on a Monday afternoon, the park is speckled with other visitors. Mostly you see parents with children, uncles napping on benches or aunties power walking & gossiping.

You spot a clearing on a slight hill; a large tree provides dappled shade, with a nice patch of sunlight on the edge of the shadows, perfect if you decide you want to warm up in the sunshine. Shaking out the wrinkles (and maybe a stray spider), you flatten out the colorful blue and white striped blanket. You’d thrifted it in college, and over time it’s become too worn to use on your bed or couch— but you can’t possibly bear to get rid of it, sentimental of all the buckets of popcorn and movies watched on this piece of fabric during university years.

Blanket settled and smoothed out (not perfectly, you don’t care that much- it’s not like anyone is going to take photos of you out here!), you set your tote bag down. In a perfect world, you’d be sporting a cute wicker basket. Alas, this is not a Pinterest board, and you don’t have room in your studio apartment for extra items. Instead, you pull your dishes from the Trader Joe’s bag (a gift from your sister, the last time she visited from the States). It’s multipurpose, cute, and ever so sturdy! Pretty cute, too, actually.

Tummy content after finishing up your kimbap, you pop a tart grape in your mouth. The little oblong green fruits aren’t your top choice, but fruit in Korea costs premium, and now anytime you get to eat fresh fruit, you whisper a prayer of gratitude. The firm fruit, popping with tart juice, refreshes you as you lay on the soft blanket.

The best part of a picnic is, of course, the food. But the second best part is always, always getting to enjoy the sunshine and a book! Pulling a worn copy of your favorite classic, paperback cover a bit scratched and the pages dogeared, you flip to the bookmarked section. A pair of light pink headphones have replaced your sunhat, lo-fi beats humming as you immerse yourself in the story.

After a while, you flip onto your stomach, white tennis shoes crossed at your ankles and kicking back & forth ever so often. Immersed in the familiar story, you relax as the sunshine continues to warm up the ground underneath you and the air around you.

An odd sensation, like little ..wet?!… pinpricks, pulls you from sleep. Blinking, you conclude that you must have dozed off!

Head jolting up, you grab your headphones and pull them down to your neck, disoriented. The sound of rain drops on the leaves above turns your face towards the sky, and you realize that the sun, who had earlier so kindly warmed and energized you, has hidden herself like a shy child behind clouds, now threatening to unleash a springtime storm.

“Oh!!” you squeal, quickly marking your book where you’d stopped reading when sleep overtook you. Shoving the book and food containers into your tote, you stand up, careful to not trip over your blanket- the park has mostly emptied out, but you’d still be embarrassed if you tripped and rolled down the hill in your groggy state.

Blanket folded into a manageable size, you lift it overhead. The raindrops fall harder, pelting the ground with juicy thwacks.

“Should I run for it?” you wonder softly to yourself. Grinning, the idea of running through the rain sounds a bit like a scene from a movie. “Why not!?”

With a shriek, you bolt. Puddles have already begun forming on the path, and you weave around them as best you can, avoiding as much mud as you can manage.

Damp hairs kiss your neck and cheeks. Breathlessly, you keep on, even though the skirt of your dress has also begun to cling to your legs as raindrops soak into the hem.

Eyes low and just on the concrete ahead, you realize almost too late the form of another human before you. Black adidas shoes and jeans, also wet for at least a couple inches of hem, stand before you.

Halted, you gaze up, underneath the shelter of your blanket, trying not to pant. A tall, slender guy stares at you, looking a bit amused. His giant umbrella, a cheery yellow, secures a dry perimeter around him. Dark eyes twinkle, and noticing your embarrassment creeping up your cheeks in a rosy blush, his face cracks into a smile. Plump lips show off a stunning set of teeth- you didn’t know it was possible for a human to have such a smile!

“I’m sorry!” you say, “I was running too fast, I’d dint’ splash you at all, did I?”

“No …no, not at all,” he replies. He runs his left hand through his long straight hairs, laughing lightly. “I think you could have really knocked me over if you didn’t see me, though. You looked as fast as a bullet train.”

“Oh, well, the rain caught me out on a picnic… and actually I fell asleep…and woke up to the storm…and decided to make a run for it towards shelter. I must still be waking up, I don’t typically run people down in public parks.”

His hazelnut eyebrows raise in surprise. “A picnic? That sounds fun. I’m sorry it got cut short.”

Motioning to his oversized umbrella, he continues. “I can share, if you’d like? I’m happy to walk you to a convenience store or bus stop. My umbrella is more than large enough for even these broad shoulders.”

You brighten. “My arms would love a break from this blanket, and it’s definitely not waterproofed.” Giggling, you tuck it under your arm and move under the cheery plastic canopy. “Actually, I have an extra cookie!! I’d be happy to trade it for your services.”

“I’m quite good at eating cookies, and would be very interested in this trade,” the man remarks. “But I shouldn’t take food from strangers - my Eomma wouldn’t like that. What’s your name? Mine’s Seokjin.”

You nod. “That’s wise advice. Nice to meet you, Seokjin, I’m Y/N.”

He laughs, the sound pinballing off the interior of the umbrella pleasantly. “Wonderful. Now that we’ve got that settled, what kind of cookie do you have?”

You pull out the silicone stashed from your tote, handing it to him. “Homemade chocolate chip. They remind me of summers growing up, so I made a batch recently. It’s our family recipe.”

His face remains stoic as he bits into the cookie, softened from your afternoon in the sun and warm air. Biting you lip, you watch and wait for the verdict.

“Very good, at least so far.” He comments. A sly look waves over his face. “I need to finish the whole thing before I can fully give you a review.”

“By all means, keep going then,” you respond. “I can’t promise that cookie is the best one of the batch, but it should be satisfactory.”

“You know what would make this really the perfect moment?” Seokjin mumbles, mouth still full of cookie pieces.

“A pair of dry socks?” you respond, laughing and kicking up your very soaked feet.

“Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind, but yes, that definitely wouldn’t hurt,” he says. “But also, some banana milk would just hit the spot. Do you mind a detour to that confidence store?”

He gestures, long fingers sprinkled with crumbs, across the road from the park entrance. The rain has slowed, but not stopped completely, and drops of water cling to the rails on the fence separating the space from the busy street and pedestrians.

“That sounds perfect. Let’s go for it!” In a moment of boldness, you reach up to hold the umbrella over his hand. Blinking slowly, you hold your breath.

“Great. It’s a date,” he smiles back, and pulls you forward to begin crossing the road.

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no1heyyyyyyyy · 1 year ago

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Sevika's tastes

Sevika is an old lady and she just wants to be left alone. She likes to look good but when it comes to clothes, Miss thing just doesn’t care that much. She always has practicality in mind. So, no dresses, nothing flowy, has to have natural fabrics so that her skin can breathe, and she requires that things are comfortable. Her shoes are always made for hardware with a strong sole and often reinforced. In the modern world, I see her working in metal working (specifically welding), so she has to have clothes that are multipurpose. Though, if she was forced to wear anything really nice, it would be a simple well-cut blazer and a button down with jeans or slacks that conform to her legs nicely. She prefers earthy colors, nothing too flashy. I think she’d really appreciate a nice dark green, or perhaps brown. I also feel that she would enjoy a nice flannel regularly.

With food, I’m afraid her palette is as unrefined as her clothing choices. She genuinely does not care what she eats, though she really likes chicken- loves hot wings, spicy food is her love. But, her comfort food will always be the food native to what part of India her family is from. I don’t think she’s the best cook, but she has a few family recipes that she knows so well (aloo gobi, chai, samosa, tikka masala, saag paneer). And, I think that on nights where she’s feeling really sad or lonely she always craves those foods. She’d love to cook with or for her partner, it’d be the best way to get to know her honestly. Because it allows for her to show vulnerability through actions and without words. She loves to take care of people and I think in modern times she’d mother her friends just a bit, always making sure they’re eating well, drinking their water, and sleeping right (if not she’ll give them some chai). She doesn’t eat beef or dark meats in general, and she isn’t the biggest fan of seafood or turkey. So, she sticks with her chicken and her paneer. She’ll eat tofu but it needs to be in curry or something similar.

This woman would love 80s hair metal, music is something that I genuinely believe she’d love so much. She’d play drums as a teenager, dead set on becoming the drummer of the next Metallica. She’d also love the old school heavy metal bands, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Pantera. She’d love them all. I think she’d like some old school 90s rap too, but none of the new-age mumble rap that’s going on. She wouldn’t really like Taylor Swift’s music, just because it didn’t vibe with her, but she respected Taylor’s ability to get a bag. She has had a huge crush on Adele ever since she heard the album 25 when it came out. She liked some of her music, but thought Adele was drop dead gorgeous and all mature and soulful and shit, hit her in the feels and made her whipped for this woman she didn’t even know.

For movies she loves shitty 80s slasher horror, nothing that makes her think. She’d sit back in her old recliner in her pajamas and house slippers whilst watching Slumber Party Massacre for the third time, and then put on Golden Girls because she feels that Dorothy Zbornak is her spirit animal. She likes a good sitcom too and a ridiculous drama (she loves Desperate Housewives), she likes the camp, the over the top acting and dumb plots, it makes her laugh and feel care free in a way she hasn’t been in a long time. She just wants to curl up with her pets (she would have many) and watch teen-based tv shows that revolve around crime or secrets (Pretty Little Liars, Riverdale, Vampire Diaries, even Buffy etc.). She likes how bad they are, but she gets so invested it’s ridiculous.

For personal scents she’d like more woody, alluring scents that are also kind of sweet. Think Amber by Rag n’ Bone (it smells so good), she doesn’t spray much, just a spritz, it wafts around her just slightly, just enough for women to fall at her feet. Her individual smell wouldn't be overpowering but it would definitely be clear. It’s grounding and soothing. Her sweat stinks though, every time she comes back from the gym, she goes straight to the showers because her own dogs don’t want to come near her b.o.

In general, Sevika is an old woman who couldn’t give less of a shit. She wants to be left alone with her life and her people and chill. Which is why, I feel like she isn’t that opinionated on much unless it’s boundaries or causes she cares about. She just doesn’t have the energy to be bothered with trivial things like which movie to choose for the night, or which restaurant to go to. She is tired and all she wants to do is eat good food with her partner and her pets in a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t like neighbors and she doesn’t like people in her business. She doesn’t need a perfect life, just one that’s hers.

for whatever reason the letters are being weird, it is killing me. Please ignore it.

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possibilistfanfiction · 2 months ago

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What’s in your kit? I have everything i need but just interested in case I’m not as prepared as i should be. I don’t have pets.

i grew up in highkey wildfire country in the rockies so i always make a Too Prepared™️ kit & a lot of it i already have due to climbing/backpacking, i don’t think we actually need anything this robust bc we’d just evac south down the pch if it made it to us BUT if u want to know an overkill list lol:

- all our meds (lol)

- 8 gallons of water (1 gallon/day/person + 2 for our dog) + a water filtration kit

- lots of easy to eat non perishable foods including snacks we genuinely like lol

- change of clothes (i always have a pair of trail running shoes & hiking boots in the car, but that’s the footwear i’d choose + i’d bring camp slippers bc i am ~spoiled~)

- some basic hygiene wipes & a bathroom kit, deodorant, toothpaste tabs & floss

- multipurpose tool (i have a nice swiss army knife guy)

- headlamp & flashlight

- human + pet first aid kit

- contacts / glasses if needed

- fire blanket

- sleeping bag (or warm blanket) in the car

- $200 cash (however much u feel comfortable bringing)

- IDs, important documents (birth certificates, passports, ss cards)

- portable charger + electronics

- i have a garmin watch + sat gps, my dog also has a sat gps tracker on her collar (NO shock function just fyi) - not necessary but if you do have something like that, it’s great to bring

- a bunch of stuff for our dog (food etc)

- extra 5 gal of gas in the car, extra windshield wipers & wiper fluid, jack & spare tire

—> i have a lot of this in a small 22L backpack that just lives in my closet but i would transfer it to a 35L backpacking one & bring the small one along to split a load if needed

some optional but nice stuff:

- walkie talkies

- camp stove (i wouldn’t necessarily bring this along our route now probably but it’s nice to have at home at least if u want to heat up food / water & the power goes out!)

- tbh i would probably at this point bring my climbing rope & a grigri on the .1% chance i needed to rappel lol it would be SICK

- battery power portable dvd player & dvds, books

#food water meds charger cash & documents are the most important!!

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pokemonranch · 4 months ago

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So about a month ago this lil croagunk came into the wildlife rescue center I volunteer at, lil dude was fine overall but he’s an invasive species where I am so we couldn’t release him here so I adopted him. I’m having trouble bonding with him as he seems to still be on his wild instincts and is on guard constantly. Any tips on how I can bond with my new buddy and help him better acclimated to his new home? (Also any idea how one gets gunk shot out of carpet? I swear I’ve tried everything I can think of-)

Croagunk are fairly popular in Sinnoh, so I've heard of foster and adoption issues with 'em before. The important thing to remember is that they act aggressively as a defense mechanism against predators, so he's showing normal Croagunk behavior if he's feral or has been livin' in the wild for a while!

He needs to learn that you ain't a predator or want to hurt him, and as with any rehabbing, you need to take it slowly. Don't pressure him into interacting with ya, hang out in the same room as him and offer treats if he tries to come close to you voluntarily. Additionally, Croagunks emit a loud noise before attacking, so if you manage to not flinch or look away, it's not as probable that he'll try to Gunk Shot you again. Most of their attacks are bluffs and sucker punches, so if you stand your ground, he probably won't follow through. Whismur-quality headphones work well if you want to use some equipment to protect your ears!

I've also heard that Nacli and Shoal salt can be used to remove poison stains and smell from Stunky and Shroodle; so it's worth givin' it a try. It can be a bit expensive if you're not from Paldea, 'round 750P per bag; but it's multipurpose and you can use the rest in cookin' or any other "accidents" that happen in the future!

#pokemon irl #ask #clay talks #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokemon rp #croagunk

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New Year, New You, New York, Part 1

I very much had the image in my mind of Hazel being in charge of Ben's hands building legos so enjoy...

CW: None again, oh god it's becoming all fluff...

*** Ben's brow was scrunched up from concentration. His tongue was sticking out of his mouth just slightly and he was holding his breath. It happened whenever he focused. "Left please...And stop!" Hazel directed. Ben exhaled and it made Hazel's hair go wild for a moment.

She was standing on top of what looked like a wall for now, but it would disappear under the roof line as they got the next several pages of instructions done. "Thank you..." Hazel said pulling with both arms to make Ben's fingers move just a little more.

She patted a fingernail several times so he would drop the piece into place. His grip loosened and it fell where she wanted it. Hazel then stomped it into place. She exhaled and wiped her brow with the back of her forearm.

Ben's hand had silently uncurled and slipped behind Hazel while she was stomping. It was like he was spotting her in case she lost her balance on the narrow wall, but she never did.

She stretched out an arm and put her hand against Ben's enormous hand to rest. At less than 4 inches tall, it was many times her size in every dimension.

She'd been away from humans for so long before Ben and Sam, the softness of his hand just now still caught her off guard.

She smiled up at him. She was enjoying this far more Ben.

The fact that Hazel was enjoying this made it worth it for Ben. He smiled back down at her.

Suddenly his hand lowered causing her to stumble before he swept it forward. His palm cupped slightly with Hazel in it as he lifted her up off the set.

For Christmas, Sam had gotten Ben a 4,000 piece lego set of the Big Ben Clock Tower. Ben thought it was a very unfunny joke, but Hazel thought it was amazing. She couldn't wait to have a more manageable sized version of the real thing from London. They had saved it for the next big storm as a distraction. Hazel had insisted that that Ben stop locking himself away with his headphones every time one came along.

Ben was doing amazingly well compared to their first storm together. He had hardly noticed the flashes of lightning and pounding rain.

It was because he had many things on his mind other than the weather for once.

The first thing on Ben's mind was this monstrous lego set. It was 4,000 pieces in 27 bags. His whole kitchen countertop was covered in them. It was going to be a lot more effort than Ben realized.

Ben hadn't played with legos in a long time. They were a lot smaller than he remembered. Some of the pieces seemed impossibly tiny to him.

Hazel pointed out the obvious when he said this as he started assembling them and struggled. They did look preposterously small in his gigantic hands.

Although Hazel thought everything ended up looking small with Ben.

She watched him from the countertop in silence. He was trying to fit two large delicate sections together and it seemed like he was having quite a time of it. With a plastic snap both sections exploded in a rain of tiny pieces all over.

Ben looked crestfallen and Hazel had to stop herself from giggling at him.

"I guess you do not know your own strength sometimes?" Hazel asked up, crossing her arms and smirking while her tail swished behind her. Ben nodded and sighed.

They started over with Hazel in charge. She was using Ben like a piece of multipurpose construction equipment. She directed his huge hands to pick up and move pieces into place like he was a living crane.

She was having almost as much fun ordering him around like this as she was seeing the tower coming into shape with each new section. She enjoyed how gentle and delicate he could be despite his hugeness, with the right guidance.

As she found herself now swept off her feet in his cupped hand, she was reminded of how easily he could take control. He'd be terrifying if she didn't trust him completely. Even with that trust, he was a little scary at times.

She could extend her arms over her head and stretch as far as she could and not even cover half of his palm. She tried it and her tail curled up around her waist as she did.

She was so insignificantly small compared to him. She'd find her tiny body filled up with a kind of awe. Quite often. Like this moment being so casully lifted up.

He could easily crush her right now if he felt like it. He could really do anything. Instead he had let her push, pull, and direct his fingers for hours without the slightest protest.

Since that first night they met, when he'd saved her, and every night since...he had been nothing but gentle with her. His green eyes, the color and size of a countryside hill in the spring, got closer and closer to her. She saw nothing but kindness in them. But for some time now there was something more in his gaze whenever he looked at her. He was staring at her unblinking.

Ben brought his cupped hand up and held her just in front of his face at a comfortable distance. She felt the light breeze made by his exhales through his nose this close.

"Did you want to rest at all?" Ben asked overly concerned about her as always. She felt her face flushing under his attention and concern. She stopped stretching, sat up, and brought her bent legs to her chest. She rested her chin on her knees and took him in.

She felt something in the pit of her stomach as she did.

It had gotten worse lately. Hazel's tail swished a few times behind her against Ben's palm before she answered.

"No darling bo..." She stopped herself from saying boy and continued. "The storm is still going. I would like to finish. It will be a lovely reminder of England to have around..." Hazel finished and scooted forward in Ben's palm towards the edge. She extended her legs, dangling them over the side.

Ben nodded. He looked out his windows at the rain just as another flash of lightning filled the sky making it daylight for a passing second.

Another moment of heavy silence passed between them. It wasn't awkward at all. They were so comfortable with one another. But something was left unsaid and Hazel could tell. She wouldn't pry because she knew it could take him some time to share.

The thing that was really keeping Ben's mind off the storm, besides all the lego pieces, was in his shirt pocket. Even though it'd been a while since Christmas, he still had one present for her.

His reluctance came from the unavoidable reality that his present would force him to take some form of transportation.

He didn't like the storm outside, but it seemed manageable. It was something that seemed impossible before Hazel came into his life.

But the idea of getting into any kind of vehicle still seemed too hard. Instead of telling her, Ben lowered her slowly back down and they kept building.

They had been at it for hours, quiet other than Hazel's instructions. Ben's attention was fully captured by watching her lithe body moving around the forming set with ease. They were nearly done and it really did look like the tower that gave Ben his nickname. Ben had stopped for snacks several times. He was eating out of nervousness not hunger. He felt the gift burning a hole in his shirt pocket. Nearly done, Hazel was putting the minute hand onto the clock face and oblivious to Ben's internal struggle. She was standing on Ben's flat palm while he kept it close enough to the tower for her to reach. "Um..." Ben said way too loudly.

Hazel doubled over holding the minute hand against her stomach as she did from the sheer power of his normal voice. He usually was so good with his volume around her. It caught her off guard as she felt it shake her whole body.

She looked up at him in dismay and surprise. He looked back at her in embarrassed horror at the same time. "Sorry...sorry..." Ben whispered softer as Hazel stood up panting. He continued at the same lower, whispered volume as his apology. "It's just...I have another present for you, well Christmas present. Well it was supposed to be a Christmas present, but then I didn't buy it. Then I saw it was ending soon so it's technically a Christmas present it's just super late. But I haven't given it to you yet because it's...well. I don't...we can't walk there so I don't know if, but I really want to because I think you..." Ben stuttered and started exasperated. Hazel stared up at him trying to follow but she was still a little stunned from his voice moments before. Her one ear was ringing. "A present?" Hazel asked while dropping the lego minute hand from her grip to use like a walking stick. She rested her weight on it while rubbing her ringing ear. Ben stopped rambling and pulled a slip of paper out of his shirt pocket. He held it up for Hazel so she could read it.

"Ben...this is...a ticket for Camelot. On Broadway?!" Hazel read excited. Her hand covered her mouth in shock. "I saw that there is a revival so...I thought. You had told me about it before." Ben stopped there. He didn't want to mention Mary and make her upset.

"So I got the best seats...well seat I could...and I don't know if it's the best but I don't think anyone will be mad there shouldn't be anyone behind me at least to get annoyed by me blocking the stage or anything...it's just." Ben stopped pulling his lips in against his teeth. "It is too far to walk..." Hazel realized immediately and looked up at him again from the ticket. She smiled resigned that it was too much to ask of him. "Ben it is such a thoughtful gift but really we do not..." Hazel started before he interrupted. "I don't think we should fly because of the security lines and stuff... What if they see you? I thought maybe we could just ask Sam to drive..." Ben said thinking of how his sister drove. "Well maybe not Sam..." Ben sighed and set down the ticket.

"Ben we..." Hazel blurted out before Ben lifted his hand up even closer to his face. She was close enough to reach out and touch his nose. "No! I want to do this with you...I need to do this. It's been over a year now. I can't think of anything else...well anyone else I'd want to..." Ben was faltering.

Hazel stepped forward and grabbed both sides of Ben's nose. She kissed it hard. Ben almost pulled his face back in shock but stopped himself. He wasn't sure what to do. He stayed still for what seemed like an hour just barely able to feel her touch. He could just make out that it was a kiss. Hazel's lips lifted off his skin and she laid the front of her body against his nose in a hug.

"Thank you," she sighed happily, "I would not want to see it with anyone else either. How about a train? They are far larger, slower, and safer even here in America are they not?"

Ben stayed still while Hazel stayed pressed against his face.

He whispered softer than before, "A train sounds...well not good but doable maybe." *** End Part 1

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The Report Card – Fantasy High Junior Year Ep 3 Fast Times at Fantasy High

Welcome back to Fantasy High! It’s a very exciting episode because something that we rarely see in this show about high schoolers studying at an adventuring academy is happening: The Bad Kids are actually going to class.

But first, they have to get to school. Riz, unsurprisingly, arrives first. On a big old 30 Investigation roll (+11 to a 19), overnight he did a deep dive into what everyone needs to do to get into a good college. Fig is actually doing great. If she would just go to her classes, she’d be fine. Kristen on the other hand is in serious trouble seeing as allowing your god to die is pretty much an auto-fail for a cleric. Fabian and Gorgug are both solid students with good extracurriculars. Their main hurdle is going to be the MCAT–the Multiclass Achievement Test. In order to multiclass, you need to get permission from your current advisor and pass the test. Then you can take 3/4 of each track for a 150% course load. And then, of course, he and Adaine are the party nerds so they’re doing great. They could maybe add some extracurriculars but they’re model students.

RIz also has done some research about possible college options: Astral State University (where they visited in the one shot), CUS Dabus (in the City of Doors), Bastion City University (who are doing big, world changing stuff), the Society of Shadows (the rogues only group that forces you to leave your life and friends behind that Penny Luckstone refused to join in The Seven), and–most hilarious but also saddest–Lord Salazar Edge's College of Lone Adventurers (which we learn in the AP was a Murph pitch, lol).

Back at Mordred, Adaine is doing her best to get her less studious friends up and ready for school, going as far as casting Friends on them to get them in the car. Fig willingly fails and Kristen–who really wants to be convinced–sets the DC at 10 and gives Adaine the Help action. Before they get to the car, Lydia (Ragh’s awesome mom) slaps a toxic looking blue energy drink from Kristen’s hands and gives them all full trash bags full of food for lunch (she’s used to feeding half-orc athlete Barb Ragh, not three spellcasters).

Jawbone loads them in the car and, on the way to school, they hear the song of the summer which is this emo anthem. When they meet Riz, he’s super excited to see everyone and show them their dossiers. He even made one for Adaine just for fun even though she doesn’t need any help and she loves it. What she (and Riz) don’t love however is Fig’s new school plan which, as we learned last week, is to enroll in something other than bard classes and then go to her bard classes (since a part of her isn’t going because she has chronic Stick-It-To-The-Man-Itis). Riz and Adaine try to figure out if they can gaslight Fig into going to her classes or hack the system somehow.

Back at the Thistlespring tree, Gorgug is doing some last minute pre-school work: creating his homunculus (which is kind of like an artificer’s familiar). It’s a hastily made archaeopteryx (flying dino thing, if you know Pokemon, think Archeops) that’s light on the feathers. He accidentally names it Cloaca (a birds multipurpose excrement chute) which his parents love because it’s spreading awareness of non-traditional bodies. Then they launch into a story about mermaid reproduction that I’m not gonna get into because not even Gorgug wanted to hear it. He’s clearly anxious about his skills because he feels his parents disapprove of the bird even though they’ve never been anything other than 200% supportive of him in their lives.

He gets a ride to school and his friends meet Cloaca, who he nicknames Chloe–the name I’ll be using even though the Bad Kids of course will exclusively call it Cloaca. Riz hands Gorgug his file which he reviews along with the letters from his parents. It’s a lot of the same info except that one of the letters is a rejection re: Multiclassing with a note to talk to his advisor (Porter, the Barb teacher who Fig hates).

Fabian shows up, starving and shabbily dressed without Cathilda to take care of him–she’s still in Leviathan. The girls share their trash bag food with him which he wolfs down gratefully. (When he mentions his parents are away, Fig seems surprised that Gilear left. Interesting to note for future eps because that feels out of character for their relationship). Anyway, he mistakes Chloe for a piece of trash because is it really the first day of school if Fabian doesn’t insult Gorgug (accidentally this time. progress!) and then the bell rings. As it does, the Bad Kids look around and realize something strange: they’re Juniors now. That means more than half the kids here are younger than them now. They’re not the Freshmen they once were.

The Sorc Prof (Jace Stardiamond) is filling in as VP while Gilear is away and as he makes an announcement on the intercom, Fig almost falls into an open construction pit (a SECOND construction based incident) but is saved when she’s hit with an armful of gym equipment instead. Put that on the Faeth luck swap conspiracy board. Anyway, Jace also says that Aguefort is gonna be out so they have a new Principal: Emergency Backup Interim Principal Grix. The Bad Kids have never heard of this guy before.

In the spot where they saw Dane and Penelope campaigning to bring back Prom Court their first year, the Bad Kids now see a table for Student Gov manned by Jawbone and a minotaur student he seems to know: Mazey Phaedra–a senior and the student body prez. She’s also based on a Scottish Highland cow which isn’t important to the story but it is important to me because those cows are super cute. Riz suggests they sign up so they go talk to Mazey who seems cool: She thanks them for saving the world, she knows Ayda, and Fabian clocks later that she’s a dancer bard. All green flags.

After indulging Fabian’s ego for a bit, the squad encourages Kristen to go for President. Before she can though, she’s beaten to the punch by a halfling student with major Tracy Flick energy who introduces herself as Kipperlily Copperkettle. Kristen immediately shoots back with, “What are you, four different dogs?” which is maybe the funniest thing a Bad Kid has ever said. The Bad Kids hate her vibes on sight but Kristen especially is full aggro. Riz notices that she’s wearing a pin of a rat’s butt being grinded between two gears and when asked about it, she says it’s Ratgrinders pin–Ratgrinders being the name of her adventuring party. They ask who else is in her party and she points out Reuben–an emo, gnomish bard who is signing autographs because he’s the one who wrote the song they were listening to on the way to school (before Kristen changed it to a health and wellness podcast).

Kipperlily (who I’m gonna call KP) is told that she can sign up but she has to find time to campaign outside of her classes. She says that won’t be a problem because she’s already aced Junior Year and she slides over an envelope to Jawbone to prove it. Apparently, the way Rogue classes work here is that the students find clues and puzzles throughout the school left by the professor but they’ve never actually met them. If a student is able to find the Rogue professor, they automatically get an A for the year and, apparently, KP did just that.

Paperwork in order, KP is about to leave but Fig stops her to ask what her platform is. Her answer: “Equality, equanimity, and fairness under the rules. In the past, there has been an eccentricity to the bureaucratic and administrative decisions of the Aguefort Adventuring Academy that has favored some students over others. Very nice to meet you guys.”

As she leaves, they hate her even more.

Adaine tries out a new trick she has which allows her to see into the ethereal plane. She sees a lot of Aguefort’s wards but also the fact that the wards are porous enough to let in ghosts because one of the professors is a ghost, though they don’t know which one. She suggests to Riz that maybe the Rogue prof is a ghost. She also sees some ghost steaks in the fridge, presumably belonging to the ghost prof (btw: steak for lunch at a high school seems wild, lol).

At this point, Fabian notices Mazey’s dancing shoes (Badidas of course) and clocks that she’s a dancer bard. He talks to her about how he’s looking to multiclass and she hooks him up with a note to give to the dance class professor (Terpsicore Skullcleaver) that says he’s a good kid. She also tells him that Jem Peppercorn (the absolute legend who stayed in the gym eating for the whole Goldenhoard fight) graduated last year and he had the party house which means there’s an opening for a new party house. And Fabian has a very big, very fancy, very empty house. Kristen does an Insight check and gets a Nat 20 to clock that yeah, there’s a little bit of a flirty vibe going on. So of course, she uses Thaumaturgy to create tremors–a move I was extremely confused about at first blush but I think she was using to give Fabian an excuse to hold her or something. Clearly, she’s a more attentive Wingwoman than she is a Saint.

Anyway, conversation finished, they go to the Auditorium where Jace announced Principal Grix wanted to give a speech. Grix is a gold, warforged spellcaster with a ball comprising his lower half instead of legs. Apparently, he was created by Arthur Aguefort to take his place while he’s on vacay. He speaks in a stilted, robotic manner and gives a speech parallel to Aguefort’s day one speech about what an Adventurer is. But instead of the rambly, unhinged answer Aguefort gave, he simply gives the Dictionary definition: One who goes on adventures. And then he starts going off about order, bureaucracy, and rules.

The Bad Kids are taken aback–even rules gremlin Riz.On a 27 to clock whether he’s been hacked (because she can’t believe Aguefort would make a robot that acted like this) Adaine sees Grix steepling his fingers and saying “Perfect order” which isn’t conclusive but is def troubling! They start raising their hands and asking Jace questions about if they really have to follow rules in a hard way this year–it still is Aguefort after all–but Grix cuts in and says that the backtalk he’s getting is exactly the problem. He casts Time Stop (a 9th level spell) and the entire auditorium finds themselves in the hall, in a single file line, ten minutes before class is about to begin. Not a great start to the year! And on a dirty 20, Kristen doesn’t see KP anywhere. Suspicious!

Riz tells Fabian and Gorgug about any extra MCAT stuff they don’t already know. He also tells the group about the Frosty Folk Festival and Gorgug mentions that his parents are hosting. Fig says she wants to maybe try out some of her new songs there…once she’s written them. Fabian asks if they can take a break from hardcore Bad Kid stuff this semester and Kristen says that’s a good point because she has a campaign to focus on. Fig declares herself secret service because, of course she does. She also announces her plan to go to Bard classes…but disguised as a new persona (Tiny Emo Girlie: Wanda Childa) so she can befriend and spy on Reuben. Riz and Adaine are at the end of their collective rope.

With his free time before the bell rings, Gorgug wants to talk to Porter to sort out the MCAT stuff. Porter lays it out for him. He thinks Gorgug has amazing, raw, natural talent and he uses his rage in a really noble way to protect his friends. But he hasn't seen him reach his full destructive potential and he’s not impressed that he defeated the Night Yorb will tools and “magic” instead of rage. He would be fine if Gorgug wanted to get some Fighter levels with Ms. Jones or something else that would dovetail nicely with Barb classes, but as of now, he hasn’t seen what he needs to see to think that Artificing classes would do anything but steal focus. Gorgug can of course quit the Barb track and move to Artificing, but Porter is not giving his approval.

Meanwhile, Fabian is having a much less hostile meeting with Terpsicore (after an accidental detour to Adaine’s wizard class because he trusted Fig–who’s never been to bard class–to give him directions). Terps is this tiny (5 ft 3in) Half-Orc with crazy, hyper positive, aerobics grandma energy who immediately breaks down Fabian’s cool guy jock persona and gets him into a dance, jam sesh with her that moves through different styles of dance and music. I can’t do this scene justice, you have to watch it. Her “Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh! A challenger approaches!” tells you everything you need to know about her.

By the end of the dance, Fabian has fully embraced his weird art kid energy and Terps has approved Fabian for multiclassing. It’s looking like all sunshine and roses for Fabian until Terps tells him that if he’s gonna make this multiclass thing work, he needs to be really serious. Lots of rest. Lots of healthy food. And no parties. Uh-oh indeed.

Next up, we turn our attention back to Riz who’s still in the hall and tries to steal the envelope KP turned in to Jawbone to get some info about the Rogue prof. Jawbone catches him and is good natured about it but won’t let him have the envelope: not for moral reasons so much as because a good rogue has to earn it by not getting caught.

Riz asks about KP and Jawbone says she’s a good kid but kinda Type A. He asks Riz if he’s getting some “I’m in the picture and I don’t like it” energy from her and Riz denies it. Jawbone decides to give him a little bit of a hint re: the Prof and says that KP technically didn’t find the prof. The prof found KP. But he won’t say more and he would appreciate him not saying where he got the info. The main reason he’s giving the info at all is because KP was snooping and heard him talking about Kristen’s god dying. She then asked Jawbone a bunch of questions about Kristen which he answered so he figured fair’s fair with regard to giving Riz some info about her. Riz is troubled. Jawbone tells Riz that they’re due for a heart to heart but Riz says he’s good and he’s stressed but stress is good. Yikes!

Kristen is also still in the hall and finally properly signs up for class president but, as she does, she hears some familiar voices: it’s her parents, dropping her younger brother Bucky off for his first day at Aguefort. She has serious deja vu as they’re saying the same “Don’t mix with the weirdos” stuff they said to her on her first day. Kristen fails a Wisdom save and is deeply affected by watching her parents basically bullying her younger brother who she hasn’t seen in a good bit now. The last time she had any contact with them it was just to give them her dragon gold and that was over the phone. She sees that her not being in the household to shield her brothers from her parents has led to them having to take all that parental abuse and pressure alone. She goes over to confront them feeling hot under the collar and Riz senses a crackle of something in her aura.

Cass chimes in, thinking she’s been summoned, and asks if it’s a good time for them to talk and Kristen snaps at her that OBVIOUSLY it’s not a good time. Kristen feels a spasm in her body and, for the first time, Cass snaps back at her: "Fine! I can make my own people to talk to!“ Deeply concerning, but we’ll come back to that. For now, we follow Kristen as she reaches her parents and brother. Bucky immediately goes in for the hug and seems very happy to see her. Her parents, not so much and the feeling is mutual. “Second time’s the charm, hopefully” they say, tacitly deeming her a failure. She pretends to be directing traffic so she can hustle them out the door ASAP and gets a Nat 20 to do so (rolling with advantage for reasons Brennan doesn’t expound on). Bucky says he wants to talk to Kristen about something but he’s late so can they meet up after class? She says sure thing and he runs off, his longsword trailing after him.

Kristen is left alone with her parents and it’s a bit of a standoff. Her mom asks how she’s going and seems to genuinely want to know to some degree but it’s still mainly jabs about her lifestyle and choices and leaving the church. Her dad especially comes down hard on her for leaving Helio without a chosen one and becoming a cleric to a night goddess right before they were struck with four months of night which, admittedly, is a fair thing to have questions about. But Kristen has died and come back from the dead. If that can’t keep her down, her parents certainly can’t. She pirouettes away from the conversation and heads to class (because she may not be worried about her parents but she is worried about what Cass said to her).

We hop over to the second nerd of the party, Adaine, who’s in wizard classes with Professor Tiberia Runestaff who Brennan says has “Evil Lucille Bluth” energy (which is different from regular Lucille Bluth how?). She’s a friend of Aguefort’s from the Mountains of Chaos and Adaine wants to impress her so so bad.

She starts off her lesson by saying that this year is the weed out year. This is the year that separates the paltry magicians from the truly great casters. Then, she starts listing out the materials they need for this week’s castings–a list that includes TEN BARRELS OF DIAMONDS. For ONE WEEK. Adaine may come from money but she doesn’t have access to any of that money right now. She raises her hand to ask if there’s any way she could borrow some diamonds from the school or something and basically gets a harsh, “That sounds like a you problem” kind of response that she shrinks back from. Tiberia continues to list the ridiculously expensive materials needed to continue on and Adaine knows that she can’t ask Jawbone for any of this. She resolves to call Aelwyn for help during lunch.

We then move on to a Fantasy High first: Fig going to class! Although she’s not going as herself. She’s disguised as her alter ego Wanda Childa. The professor (Lucilla Lullaby who is some kind of chill Eladrin) seems to perhaps think she recognizes her before she sits down next to Reuben. She charms him by smelling of peach schnapps and cigarettes and they have a flirty emo-off before Lucilla points out that she’s 100% not on the roster and, despite the fact that it doesn’t always seem like it, this is a school with rules. This year especially! She leaves, but as she lingers to give Reuben one last look (and sniff) she notices that he has a Ratgrinder tattoo that matches KP’s pin.

As she exits Lucilla is making a call on her crystal and there’s a good chance it’s connected to the encounter Fig has when she gets to the hall. Jace Stardiamond is leading an eagle aarakocra Council of Chosen agent (think FBI) who is investigating truancy in the area and calls Fig by name–well by pseudonym anyway. He is incidentally also looking into the disappearance of Hilda Hilda. Sensing her chickens are finally coming home to roost, Fig gives a weak lie about not knowing how schools work and skateboards away, using Cutting Words to prevent Agent Clark’s attack of opportunity on her. He vows to find out who she is as she makes her escape.

Proving you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it go to bard class, Fig goes outside to spy on her class through the window instead of attending because she thought Lucilla actually seemed pretty cool. She doesn’t hide well enough though and Lucilla spots her through the window. She’s shocked to see Fig for the first time in two years and welcomes her in like she’s the prodigal son. Fig asks if it would be weird for her to attend. Lucilla assures her that it’s the opposite of weird and, in fact, mandatory.

She settles in for her first day of bard class–this semester and ever–but out of the corner of her eye, she notices a sneering Rebuen texting someone. It’s Lola Embers. Looks like they’re signed to the same label.

Finally, we hop to Kristen who’s headed to cleric class with Professor Yolanda Badgood (a wispy air genasi). Before class even starts she tells Kristen to meet her after class. We timeskip to that meeting and, like many others in this ep, she thanks Kristen for saving the world. But she has a followup question: How did she do it when her god is dead? Kristen says she has a lot going on with her estranged parents she just saw and her scattered mind and her feeling like the stairs are disappearing behind her as she climbs. She has to update her god in the files and her address for that matter because, as we learned when she talked to her parents, all her mail is still getting sent to her old address. Her professor sincerely asks her how she’s feeling and Kristen says she’s fine but asks if there’s some kind of test she can take that will tell her what god is right for her. Her professor is like, “Didn’t you just say you had a new god???” But Kristen feels so much pressure with Cass and she mainly feels annoyed by her presence. Professor Badgood says that she’s allowed to change her god as much as she wants–she herself gave up an active relationship with a divinity so she can be kind of an interfaith minister to all her students. And she says that all faiths are trying to capture a piece of the truth–even the out there ones with evil gods and such. She recommends that Kristen spend a week earnestly trying to connect with Cass and if she still feels like she wants to split she can go from there.

Kristen has a followup question: What do you do when your god says, "Fine, I'll- I'll make new followers"? Badgood seems taken aback, and she’s even more so when Kristen says she’s been rude to her god. Kristen asks if she should apologize and Professor Badgood gives her the most gracious version of, “Duh, obviously” a person can manage. She directs Kristen to one of the million prayer rooms in the class so she and Cass can talk.

Kristen actually takes this seriously–or at least more seriously than she takes most things. She clears her mind and meditates until she finds herself in the forest of Sylvaire where Cassandra is crying to herself. A bright moon that would erase any shadow or doubt encroaches. When Kristen tries to touch Cass’s shoulder, the god flinches away and sobs that Craig–her only other follower–has joined the Wolfsong Revival. Tracker’s movement.

Cass is scared. She doesn’t want to end up dead in the Astral Realm like Yes? Kristen apologizes and says that she understands that she’s getting to point where chaos isn’t cute anymore. She follows that up by saying that her top two priorities are Cass and her student president campaign however so I don’t know how committed she is to being serious. Cass isn’t either because she flat out states that she can’t rely on Kristen. She’s so so lonely and she’s confused about why things aren’t working out. They started out so big and magical and they’re still so stuck. She thought it might be because of her somehow but then she learned about the trail of abandoned gods in Kristen’s wake and realized that *she* was the connecting factor, something that Kristen cops to verbally: “It’s me,” she says.

Cass announces that she’s getting some help and Kristen asks who. A cleric? Nope. No clerics for now. She just wanted a friend. Kristen sees her petting something invisible and asks if it’s a dog.

“I’m more of a cat person,” Cass says as a black cat fades into view.

“Hi Kristen,” Kalina says.

And that’s where we end our ep!!!! The bitch is back!!!!

Honor Roll

Riz for Thinking Of All His Friends

In Sophomore Year there was a thing with Riz’s dad where it was like, sometimes you show your love through work and, viewed through that lens, Riz *really* loves his friends. I recognize that the likelihood of his meticulous plan actually working is slim to none and he’ll have to accept that even if they all stay really close friends (which they better), they’re likely on at least slightly different life paths, I do think it’s really sweet that he’s putting so much effort into making sure that ALL of his friends are successful by the metric that he’s using. Also, the “Hi Adaine :)” binder for her was so cute. I love nerd friendship.

Detention

Fig for Hilda-Hilda-ing Too Close to the Sun

Girl the Fantasy FBI is after you!!! Just stop lying and go to class!!!!!

Random Thoughts

In the AP for this ep, Emily mentioned some cool warlock thing that might be worth taking the MCAT for and officially registering (she’s currently off the books multiclassing) but it’s never mentioned in the actual episode so I assume it got snipped away in editing.

I really love how polite Adaine is to anyone who hasn’t earned her scorn and the little moment of her taking a reasonable amount of food from the trashbag Lydia offered her and thanking her was very endearing to me.

Zac is very quick on his feet and Chloe is a GREAT save for Cloaca but it is ABSOLUTELY not gonna be what anyone calls that bird but me and him.

When Jace said over the intercom that Sorc classes are just talking about how fun and easy magic is, I’m surprised Adaine have anything snarky to say about that, lol. *I* had a comment and I don’t even go to that school.

Is anyone else getting like…Santa Clause 2 energy from the Grix situation? If that ends up being the vibe then that’s super funny because iirc Santa Clause 1 was ref’d a bunch with the oracle stuff in Freshman Year. Full circle baybee.

KP seems like she is springing into existence to fill the voice left by Penny Luckstone getting her GED and leaving. They’re like on the exact same level of one axis of a cartesian plane but on opposite sides. Both at 100% intensity but vibes in opposite directions.

I kinda wanna add a poll to this post that’s like, what is the crazier story? Mermaid reproduction with the Thistlesprings or snapping turtle man with gun up his secret cloaca story with Jawbone?

Honorary Honor Roll to Ally the person for the legendary 4 dogs joke. Honestly even funnier knowing that that’s the actual name of Brennan’s old PC. Burned the man to his face. Roasted him like corn.

OK, so what are we thinking about the Ratgrinders? Is that a ref to grinding rats for XP or more how they see other people/what they’re going to do to people who get in their way? KP is obviously very rules focused but in a Lawful Annoying way. I do think it’s interesting though. Have any of you guys ever seen the Community episode where it turns out everyone at Greendale hates the gang because they have major main character syndrome and are always forcing everyone else at school to accommodate their flights of fancy (a perfectly reasonable reason to have beef with people)? I’m wondering if there’s a bit of that energy happening here. Either way, this strikes me as a party that’s interested in exploiting loopholes and such for maximum efficiency (eg: finding the rogue prof for instant straight A’s) and that’s a different kind of maverick behavior than what the Bad Kids do which is go buckwild, breaking rules if necessary, but getting real results. It’s like the BK’s are Aguefort’s perfect party and I’m suspecting the RG’s are Grix’s. Speaking of–

A FH concept I had ages ago was rival adventuring party to the main group which has like, bizarro versions of everyone. And we may be getting that! We have an emo bard to contrast Fig’s punk rocker energy. And a rules follower (derogatory) rogue to contrast Riz who is also a rules follower (blessed). Very curious to see the rest of their party! And very curious to know if they’re Bad (™) or just annoying in a high school way. Sometimes people just don’t vibe with you.

Oh, a specific concern that I have: KP specifically asked where Kristen was able to create a god. I don’t think that’s info I want a super type A person I don’t trust to have.

Very sweet that Jawbone’s immediate instinct when he thinks an earthquake is happening is to bodily shield Fig and Adaine, his two kind daughter-figures in the Bad Kids.

Kristen says that Cass is a hard sell but I have to disagree. Look at this flyer. It looks convincing to me!

“I think songs can accomplish a lot, if you let yourself hear the music.” Gorgug :( He’s gonna show Porter this season. I just know it. I believe in you Spring Break!

Love Murph throwing in the Frosty Folk thing apropos of basically nothing just to make sure they had an in-character reason to all know about that for later, just in case. Info management! Important!

I remember Bucky being a lot younger but either I’m confusing him for one of her other two brothers or it got retconned (or Quangled lol) older to make this storyline work. Very interesting that he went in for the hug, not the other way around. Seems like at least one person missed her. With his longsword and his parents’ inclinations, it seems like he’s most likely a Helioic Paladin. I’m very interested in how they’re going to treat his relationship with Helio because even though Kristen rejected him and we’ve seen that he has some followers that range from just shitty (K’s parents) to downright culty (the Harvestmen), that doesn’t mean that all of his followers are like that and we’ve never actually seen Helio be anything but pretty chill when he’s appeared. He wants to talk to Kristen about something and my conspiracy theory brain is wondering if he was asked to be Helio’s new chosen one but he hasn’t told anyone yet. That would be very interesting and I’d like to see a storyline about the tension of K and her brother having very different relationships with the same god. The chill peace and love god might have been a great person for him to turn to in absence of his one lifeline in the house leaving. But it could also be tons of other things so we’ll see.

Wild that Kristen has pissed off or abandoned every member of that godly family (Sol, Helio, Galicaea, and Cass). She really is the constant here.

Ally says Kristen is wearing an Adidas tracksuit meaning that this world canonically has both Adidas and Badidas.

It’s a funny moment when Terps is like, “Is there harm in your life? ”to Fabian when he mentions eating food out of a trash bag but like, the kid isn’t doing *great*. Def some neglect happening and he said he was wearing yesterday’s clothes and still banged up from the Night Yorb fight. If I was a teacher, I’d have questions too!

Yolanda Badgood. Terpsichore Skullcleaver. Lucilla Lullaby. Most of these professors are named like My Little Ponies and I love it.

When Lucilla say “Wanda” it seems like she briefly (correctly) thought it was Fig which is funny because it paints the picture that she’s been actively waiting on pins and needles for her to show up for the past two years. It’s funny because she’s not a missing person. She’s highly visible both from saving the world and being a rockstar AND both of her dads work at your school! Just get in touch!

Really hope Adaine follows up on the Aelwyn conversation because I wanna see two kids raised in old money discuss the price of ten barrels of diamonds.

Also lol at random things like Fabian being the FUTURE OF DANCE being pinned on Adaine’s oracle prognostications.

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