#Pumpkin duo you are so important.

[hitracks]

i'm going to throw up please explain your though process behind that latest pumpkinduo piece /pos /pleading

Of course … any reason to rant and rave about my minecrafters in my brain. LONG POST WARNING OMFG. I feel like I should like preface my view on Them lwk before I say anything first UMMM Pumpkinduo to me was a very obvious marriage of convenience and political advantage at first. Two parties joining together to gain voter power is way unethical but what are you gonna do if the Runner and his Vice are making eyes at eachother the whole time and then get engaged? Nothing. Especially if one of them is Jschlatt ( Scary in a real sense, can and would make you unable to live in peace physically. ) and the other is Quackity ( Doesn’t shut his mouth and trips people up real easy just by talking. Reputation ruiner over here! ) I think they just slotted together easily in a dominating act. But Schlatt is an emotionally repressed alcoholic and Quackity is an attention seeking nobody with avoidance/dismissive issues. So when they stick together it’s more like how Velcro is rather than anything softer than that. 

I believe they do fall in love in a real way after a while, but given how they see themselves / others it’s not feasible for either of them to properly pursue it. I think Schlatt falls particularly bad into self sabotage, because he denies himself positive things that are ‘handed’ to him. He loves Quackity but he didn’t work for him, he didn’t shape him into being quick witted and kind along with being a good & ruthless politician. Schlatt is not the cause of the aspects he enjoys from Q. He hasn’t seen Quackity be anything but hedonistic, and he resents it badly. Either for the fact he is envious to be that way himself or upset that he knows he doesn’t HAVE to be the way he is. But he is anyway. He likes these qualities from Q as well — but the two conflict in his mind so badly that he is unable to take the feeling in stride. 

So whenever they get comfortable, outside of the public eye, it kind of just makes him angry? Not explosively but snide and quick to close off. He wants to deny Quackity himself ( Which he knows Quackity sees as good in some fashion. ) Because he doesn’t allow himself the same luxury of having Quackity. And it makes Quackity feel awful no matter how many times they have something good. I think part of the reason Schlatt treated him that way was because he didn’t know what the fuck to do with that. Even in SMPLive almost all of the people there were more like business endeavors rather than anyone close to him ( save for Connor and like two others. ) so he doesn’t have a basis for anything else other than treating everything like an investment or a transaction. 

He wants to make Q feel less than because he doesn’t know how to be anything but devastating to anybody. He could be better but he has resigned himself into thinking that’s just what he is. He loves that Quackity holds himself well and is productive but HE wants to control that, to be the cause. Schlatt doesn’t think anything other than being broken down and chiseled into a smaller version of himself can make him healthier, so when Quackity comes to him with a gentle approach it feels demeaning. If he can’t help himself, why should he let others? You can’t buffer stone with a wet cloth. ( Which is ironic, you can buffer stone with wet grit cloth … usually the tactic keeps the original shape more clear rather than sanding it flatter. Ha! ) 

Sorry for so much text I hope this is comprehensive. I think about these two really hard all the time they’re evil and special to me at the same time. Glad that last post punched you in the face anon, twas the intent!

[achy-boo]

Dominique De Luca

Sapphire Lake Dorm's only Master.

A boy with secrets that is too disturbing to heard or talk about

Never ask or mention his bloodied camera..

Name: Dominique De Luca

Romaji: De Luca Dominique

Quote: "Is it wrong to take a photo of every..single..thing just to keep the memories forever?"

V/A: HiMERU from Enstars(Japanese), Lyney from Genshin(English)

Gender: male

Sexuality: Bisexual demiromatic

Age: 23

Birthday: March 12th

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Eye color: gold with a grey aim mark on one eye and an x on the other eye

Ha Color: dark blue(before TWST) a grey and light blue duo color hair (After TWST)

Height: 6'6ft

Weight: 120 lbs

Race: Human????

Homeland: Strasbourg, France

Family:

Unknown French Mother(Deceased/Murdered)

Unknown Italian Father(Deceased/Murdered)

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: he had to repeat 2nd year due to…an incident

Class: 2-A

Student Number: No.38

Occupation: Florist/Photographer(Part time)

Club: Photography club

Best Subject: History

Favorite Color: Funny enough he loves pastel colors

Favorite Food: Paris-brest

Least Favorite Food: He does not like pecan pie and pumpkin pie(It is the taste of it)

Likes: Desserts, Food, music, coffee or tea, photography, rainy/cloudy days, trying new food, children, watching movies at 3am, anime, manhwa

Dislikes: He hates bitter food/drinks, heat, summer, Crowley(depends), people asking or mention his bloodied camera, reliving his past

Hobbies: drawing, listening to music, drinking tea in the rainy days, photography(this is very important later on)

Talents: Empathy to apathy depends on the situation, silver tongue, blackmailing

Nicknames: Sapphire Lake’s Master(Original Title) France’s Ghost Face(Formal/Never heard in NRC)

Other Nicknames: Domi(Tsukii) Quince(Dawn, Deuce), Mimi(Only the kids and Kianisha can call him that)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Dominque De Luca stands at 6'6 and a half with grey and light blue duo color long hair that reach his knee length, golden eyes with one had a grey aim mark on one eye and a x on the other. He has dark tan skin with two marks on his face(It is removable btw), In Sapphire Lake Dorm, he wears a gothic baggy clothes however he is very fit and muscular under it. He have four tattoos and three piercings(He is more silent about them). One of his signature items is the chains around his right arm.

Personality: Dominique is what people call him. A good package deal. Meaning that you will have to deal with his constant mood changes depending on the person who he is with. Dominique is flirty(HELLA flirty) but he knows his limits. Bro is sadistic in general when it came to words or actions. However due to him being Sapphire Lake’s only Master, he learn to held off the urge until he gets the green light. Other than that, he is one very interesting guy.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

He is the only one in 2nd years that have a deep connection with the Libya Family due to him being friends with Valerian and Ambrose Libya(Ambrose is a boy btw)

He had two photographic cameras(one is forbidden to mention or even ask about it)

He is more protective if you get to know him

He had scars on his back

he is very fit and muscular underneath the baggy clothing he wears

He prefers baggy clothes( But skin tight clothes is fine by him)

He lets the others do his hair(He lets Vil, Crewel and Tsukii chooses his aesthetic

He used to be a RSA student but bride Crowley to never tell anyone but Sapphire Lake Dorm about that

The Dark Mirror has to look into his soul 4 times to confirm which dorm he belongs too

His main aesthetic is Gothic Victorian

He has veiny arms and hands

Scream for the Camera

“Pictures held a thousand words and stories so look at the camera and make your loudest screams. Scream for the camera!!”

Dominique's UM and its involves his bloodied camera. The UM is about you being your childhood/ favorite places and Dominique taking pictures of said places but each picture get more and more terrifying as time past. The pictures will involves your worst fears and regrets until a unidentified killer appears and the real nightmare begins. You will be chased by said killer as you tried to escape while agonizing and blood curling screams was heard constantly. You have 30 minutes to find a camera and snapped the picture of anything until its too late. What happens after you failed? Then you will see Dominique in front of you with a malicious smile and take a picture before...and after your brutal demise.

The skull in the camera is the final moments of the person's life before they are never waking up.

@yukii0nna @queen-of-twisted @sweetlyvibe @lxdymoon0357 @yumeko2sevilla @kousaka-ayumu @yoghurtsan @aventxsha @txemptress

[starlightshore]

Trying to redesign Rider

i talk about Pumpkin a lot cause she's my top fave #1 forever

but Rider is her second half. Pumpkin is a headless horseman and she's the horse!! they're a duo. do not seperate!!!

that said rider's design has always been finicky.

I won't spoil Pumpkin to much but she is a major optimist. Rider, however, is not. She's apathetic and vile. She's a goth girl obsessed with death. The're both thrill seekers.

So I thought, hey, what's a modern horseman? A motorcycle rider. Fits the thrillseeker theme and modernizes Pumpkin. (Although, she's such a cowboy that her design doesn't really scream biker but her jacket should give enough of the vibe...)

idk. my biggest issue is that all the main cast of UT are humanoid in design. making a bipedal monster is difficult -and even harder if I want her to have wheels instead.

my solution was to give her wings! wings that can act as hands like how birds in cartoons do.

but now i'm like, oh man, i wanna make it more clear she's a motorbike. i feel that's a part of her design that's been lost over time. but in practicing drawing bikes i just??? hate how it looks? they're so complicated and adding in detail just clutters so you gotta pick the most important parts but that makes it harder to justify her wings. WHAT is Pumpkin supposed to use for handles?? her frickin EARS??

idk idk idk and i'm spinning in circles idk what to dooooooo

[lostforgottenspaces]

Picnic

Fresh grass crunched underfoot. The chequered blanket was soft under her touch. Marlene rolled over and gazed at the girl lying beside her. The sunlight bounced off her gold necklaces and her dark cheeks glowed with warmth. Her fingers were tangled with Marlene’s, pointy purple nails dragging over the back of her hand. Dorcas’ eyes were closed as she absorbed the sun. Marlene thought she might be consuming its power with all the glittering and glowing she was doing. Her free hand played with the end of one of Dorcas’ many braids and she twirled it in her hand.

It was a peaceful and lovely afternoon, Marlene couldn’t be happier. Beside her, her girlfriend smiled. “Enjoying the view baby?”

“You know it,” Marlene said with a giggle, placing a kiss on Dorcas’ cheek. She flopped back down and watched the clouds above her swirl and change shape.

“Ooh, Cas. Cas, babe. Look at that!”

Dorcas cracked open an eye and squinted at Marlene. “What is it?”

“That cloud up there, it looks like a duck.” Marlene snorted pointing up at the sky.

Following her gesture, Dorcas let out a scoff. “That looks absolutely nothing like a duck! Sweetheart, I think you’re going blind, if anything it looks like a cat.”

“I am not going blind, thank you very much. It does too look like a duck.” She narrowed her eyes. “See look, there’s a beak, a tail and his little webbed feet.”

“No no no, you have it all wrong. That’s the cat's tail, his head and then four little legs.”

They continued to argue about the very normal cloud for a solid twenty more minutes before they realised that it had floated off.

Marlene decided it was time to open up the rest of their snacks and she fished out a packet of Berti Botts Every Flavour Beans from her bag. Ever the competitive duo, they started a challenge to see who could guess the most flavours. So far Marlene had bubblegum, dirt, lime and paper, three that she didn’t know. Dorcas on the other hand had guessed cherry, brownie, soap, grass, pumpkin, shoe polish, and bacon. There was only one so far that she didn’t know.

“Ugh, how come you’re so good at this? It’s so not fair!” Marlene complained.

Dorcas rolled over and gave her a soft kiss. “It’s not my fault your bad darling,” she said, patting her girlfriend's cheek.

“Rude,” came the response before Marlene pulled her back down into another kiss.

She loved kissing Dorcas. Every kiss tasted like chamomile and sunlight. It had the rush of winning a quidditch match combined with the joy of being surrounded by her friends and family. It was soft and delicate and passionate and hungry all at once. She felt as though she was going to combust, but also if she stopped she would collapse. Dorcas meant everything to her. More than her quidditch, magic, and music. More than she could ever dream of.

Loving Dorcas felt like someone had ripped open all her scars and filled them with the light of a star. It burned, it healed, it warmed and it stung. There was something in her soul. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t huge, but it was there and it was important. She loved Dorcas and Dorcas loved her and they would see this world through; side by side as it was always meant to be.

[preyduo]

yay!! I think you would enjoy it. Hades and Persephone are so c!pumpkin duo during manburg you don’t even know….

yippee!!! i love cpumpkinduo soooo much.. my blog may be mainly ctntduo but they r so important to me. if i could find a good cpumpkinduo url id probably change mine.. ANYWAY!! ill definitely have to look into it :3 thank u so much for the suggestion!!1!1!!

[gemstone-golem]

Week 1 of my daily art project: OCtober!

Its just a whole bunch of my ocs (plus my friends' ocs who im going to be drawing every weekend (not on day 1 tho)) in assorted halloween costumes/cosplays!

assorted info about my choices under the cut! also, my ask box is open if you wish to ask any questions about them!

-The Ball Lord is designed to be this hyper intimidating, but ultimately pathetic anime-style antagonist, hes crazy and his design reminded me of JJBA's The World, so i had a lot of fun with that.

-Starral is mainly dressed up as rosalina because of her origins. Shes a hyperactive lady whos super energetic and emits a literal aura of energizing energy, because shes all inspired by the Starman from mario. thats really the main reason i drew her as rosalina. pretty lady dressed up as pretty lady, sounds egood.

-Retina is another weird choice, shes a robot with giant eyeball screens for a head and shoulders, so i thought making her into "that one eyeball enemy from super mario 64" sounded fun. so Mr. I she became! shes also donned in a ton of lethal lava land textures because that sounded fun to do for me.

-the object fighters are all like. no thinking choices. potato is vegetable, so is pumpkin jackolantern! sprite is drink so is pumpkin spice latte! grapes are fruit so is cranberries and those are from thanksgiving but whateva!!!! theres a lot of lore about them im disregarding but the most interesting is that battle potato is a seasoned war veteran, thats about all i think is important enough to say.

-Bee-J is an infected hollow knight bee made by vespa, specifically having parts of his brain removed that make him act on violence. the hive collapsed and he was still alive and vespa's plan ultimately worked because he physically cannot think to be violent. anyways the radiance and bee-j are just a dumb comedy duo where beej is having a good time and the radiance wants him to fucking kill so bad. i thought turning the radiance into an afro sounded fun so i made im into the disco zombie from pvz sounded great.

-JAM-35 (or James) is just a gangly thin robot. making him look like endo 02 out of a bunch of spare junk like cardboard and tape sounded fun so i did that. im really happy with the pixelated face and the scan lines thats just something i wanted to say.

-Chill was specifically my friend's sona, she wanted me to draw her as the 14th doctor she cosplayed as once, and i did. i also kinda did it because i wanted to make one of my characters commemorate that me and my friend finished watching doctor who series 10 which was really fun. i had a great time with it! so this really just killed two birds with one stone. amazing awesome fun yes.

[mxstball]

Thanksgiving 2023

The residents of Sky Pillar and Spear Pillar were gathered together in a Mirage Island having dinner. Since it was a large crowd, it wasn't a big surprise that the host dragon decided to host it at a table in a grassy Mirage Island. The table that Heidi created housed the bulk of everyone, although those that couldn't sit at the table were off to the side having a sort of picnic together. All sorts of Unovan-type foods were served at the location: different types of meats for meat enjoyers, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, several vegan and vegetarian-friendly dishes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, sweet potato pie, mashed potatoes, and much more. There were also some specially prepared meats that were being served at the picnic, primarily for some of the Pokémon guests.

Leaf was enjoying some of the macaroni and cheese. "So, you and Rayquaza made most of this? How long have you guys been cooking this?"

"Oh, all day and also yesterday, too!" Jeanne nodded. "This is the first time Father and I cooked together at this big of a scale and where he let me take most of the reins!"

"Must have been a lot of pressure. Rayquaza's probably one of the best cooks I've met that's not like, owning his own restaurant." Leaf nodded.

"You'd think, but it hasn't been! Ever since I took up the culinary arts 30 years ago, I've always dreamed of a day like this -- where Father and I would be in the kitchen together for something of this scale. So, it's just a dream come true!" Jeanne giggled.

"Hehe. Then, I'm glad that you got your wish~" Leaf giggled, too.

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the table, Kathy and Tor were talking.

"So, you said that Nergal likes to bake?"

"Pastries mostly, uh-huh."

"What's your favorite?"

"Oh, uh... there's this bagel called 'Wishes of the innocent'."

"...Wishes of the Innocent?"

Tor nodded.

"What in the heck?" Kathy wasn't expecting THAT at all. "What's it like?"

"Oh, it's like, kind of a plain bagel, but with uh... four types of cream cheese together? It's really good."

"Sweet and without blemish, just like the wishes of the innocent." Nergal suddenly appeared next to Tor.

Both Kathy and Tor jumped.

Nergal chuckled. "What? Does the name not fit?"

"I guess, but that's some naming scheme you got there, Eternatus."

Nergal nodded. "Thank you. Thank you. I quite like it as well. Maybe I can make it for you someday, Katherine."

"....And risk you whisking me away to another world again? I'll have to think long and hard about that."

---

"...."

"...."

Melony and Hel have been eating, they've been staring at each other. Ever since the battle within their Distortion World, they've quickly learned so much about each other. Who knew that they were essentially the same person, sharing the same Distortion World and sharing the same True Form. Who knew that they were just vessels of a larger, eldritch creature. The two felt whole together, and yet they each had more questions... not for each other, but for the beast that made them.

But that'll have to wait. The two friends would just continue to eat as they looked at each other.

Lauren was looking at the duo as well. For a moment, she considered whether or not to say anything. After all, she did hear what happened when they first met each other. Were they rivals, friends, something else...? However, she did eventually speak up. "Uh, Melly? Can you pass the cranberry sauce?"

"Ooh! Y--yes. I can do that." Melony grabbed the cranberry sauce and moved it within Lauren's reach.

"Thanks." Lauren served herself some and looked between the two of them. "Uh... Melly, Hel..."

Melony and Hel turned to Lauren.

"Is everything alright between the two of you?"

Hel nodded and smiled at Lauren. "We are. It's just the first time that we've met each other since we received some important information. Don't worry."

"Important information?"

Melony nodded. "Hel and I are but the same person. We are not the same as, say, Hera and Heidi. Instead, we are two pieces of a larger whole -- think of a relationship closer to Heidi and Lacey. As such, we are... still trying to process that information."

Hel continued. "While this information is new to us, that does not change the fact that Melony and I consider each other as friends. That's why I decided to visit in Hera's stead -- in part to check up on Melony."

"Two parts of the same whole?" Lauren blinked. "But your worlds aren't from the same place. How does that work?"

Hel shook her head. "We... don't know. We're trying to understand that ourselves... but I'm sure that once we learn, you'll be one of the first people we'll share with our findings."

---

Lillie and Zinnia were eating together... well, it was more that Zinnia was eating, and Lillie was moreso playing with her food.

It didn't go unnoticed by the Lorekeeper.

"Hey, Lillie."

"Huh? What is it, Zinnia?"

"Something on your mind? I know you're not the type to scarf down a meal, but you're not the type to just play with your food, either."

"... No, I'm... I'm fine." Lillie looked down and back towards her food.

"..." Zinnia filled her own plate again. "...It's about your bio dad again, isn't it?"

"H--huh?"

"Lacey told me what happened. Said that you chased a rumor that your dad was alive, but when you found him, it turned out to be a Mohn of another world."

"H--huh? H--how--"

"She was there when it happened, though it was more to chase down your Ranger friend than anything."

"Oh." Lillie sighed but then nodded to confirm Zinnia's suspicions.

Zinnia was quiet for a moment as she ate a little bit of mock turkey. "You know... I know how it feels in a way, though not with my father."

"What do you mean by that?"

"...I... have a friend that's in this world. She's... a faller, just like Lacey... but she's also the parallel version of a friend that I lost a very long time ago."

"Oh, wait. Is that--"

"Aster, yeah. Remember her?"

"I do. It's... been a while since she's been around. How is she doing?"

"Aster? She's alright. Said that she's keepin' it low in Alola, but that she'll probably be there during the holiday."

Lillie nodded. She smiled a little but went back to playing with her food.

The two were quiet for a while as Zinnia continued to eat.

...

"Hey, Lillie?"

"Yes?"

"Keep your chin up, alright? I'm sure that if he was taken through an Ultra Wormhole, we'll find him eventually. I know that he and the rest of your bio family mean a lot to you, so if Lacey's not actively helping you out, then if you don't find him by the time we're done this whole thing with Goldie, then dad and I will work hard to help you find him, alright?"

Lillie nodded. "Thank you, Zinnia. I... really appreciate it."

---

Aphrodite-Zygarde was temporarily taking her 50% Forme at the picnic. She felt as though it was nice to get away a little from the main group for a little while and enjoy some of the special food.

Delphox, Salamence, Magearna, and other Pokémon were also there. They each seemed to be peacefully enjoying themselves.

Aphrodite was silent as she was eating, but there was so much on her mind. She knew that Dawn was not long for this world... that sooner or later, Dawn will pass away and Friede would once again directly threaten this world. While she trusted Heidi to be prepared enough to help handle the situation, Aphrodite couldn't shake off the dread that came with it. After all, the stakes were high -- either they would defeat Friede... or this world and everyone in it would be destroyed.

Were their contingency plans enough to minimize the damage? Could this be the end of them? Was it even possible to try to fend this world off themselves without Heidi should she perish? Despite the planning and the assistance, Aphrodite still felt uneasy about the unknowns of the situation.

...But maybe it was just her nerves. Maybe she just needs to have more faith in Heidi. Heidi's her best friend and a dependable ally. She's smart, resourceful, contemplative, and empathic. She's sure that Heidi must think of this as much as she did.

Aphrodite let out a deep breath and continued eating, being sure to pet each of the creatures that she was with to reassure them.

---

Heidi, Rayquaza, and Lati were eating together at the head of the table. For the most part, they were silent together outside of a small interaction or two. It's not like they were compelled to talk, however. They each were just happy to see everyone else get along.

Heidi grabbed her second plate before looking at Rayquaza and finally trying to strike conversation. "I'll give it to Jeanne. She's really good at cooking."

That is my daughter for you. Even I am impressed by her techniques. She spent so much time preparing so much of this food. I am so proud of her.

Heidi chuckled a little. "Maybe she can give her father a run for his money~"

Rayquaza chuckled.

Perhaps, but I would like to see her try.

The two smiled at each other.

Lati ate more of their own plate before looking at each of their parents. It was nice to see everyone together like this again. This scene made them really happy!

Heidi looked back at Lati. "...Who knows, maybe even Lati over here may surpass you in time~. Now, that'd be a twist of fate, wouldn't it?"

Rayquaza and Heidi laughed together. It felt a little like old times.

"...Hey, Rayquaza."

Yes, Heidi?

"Thanks... for all of this. I remember when I experienced this for the first time. I thought that this whole idea of stealing a holiday from Unova was really stupid, but..." Heidi shook her head. "I guess over time I started to really like it, and now that I'm no longer here, it's... nice... to have a holiday to celebrate and appreciate the family like this."

Rayquaza nodded.

I understand. There is no need for thanks. I am simply... grateful that you have decided to agree to come, and that we have remained to be friends.

Heidi smiled. "I'm... thankful for our friendship, too. Lati, seems to be, too~"

Lati let out a little noise in agreement.

"..." Lati looked at both of them.... "[(Th--thank you... Mama... Th--thank you... Papa--)]"

!!!!!

Hearing the dragon talked shocked both of them, even enough to break Heidi's disguise! Did... did Lati just speak!?

[aroacerick]

{ prev was the-sleepiest-of-all , valentine-the-beloved , favorite--daughter }

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~ i am super duper cool!!

~ big c!connor fan !!! (and c!quackity)

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[tsuki-sennin]

4 episodes in, and we still know nothing about the Jamato. But speaking of things we know nothing about, listen up, DGP fans! Our new crowd favorite, the Grizzly Pumpkin Man, the third goddamn bear, Kamen Rider Punkjack! He's teaming up with our good buddy Mary, so who lies beneath the mask?

-Oh, Keiwa has one of those phones that like double as card carriers?

-She's onto you, bro!

-"Oooooops, teehee, I fucked up, hahahaha"

-Oh hey, Michinaga

-Doing construction work with his bro Toru

-...oh...

-He's gone.

-His ideal world...

-Only five Riders remain to meet their challenge.

-Big house!

-I'd like to live in one like that.

-Oh my God, it's Ace's foxhole.

-Workers!

-"Oh hey, it's my bestest buddy in the whole wide world, Michinaga! How are you doing, Azuma-kun, my beloved pet buffalo?"

-House Fixer!

-Just like the Vanilla Ice Project!

-BIG SHOT!

-I'm sorry, every time I hear somebody say "BIG SHOT!" my brain just breaks

-I'm sure you understand, right?

-"It's the perk of being an epic gamer. Something infinitely beyond your reach, little scrublord."

-Holy shit Ace bhjkljbh

-I mean, Azuma's pretty justified in hating his attitude, so

-"Wanna be my house building cuck?"

-Ohhhhhh, that's why Punkjack's being brought in?

-J

-Jamato magicians?

-Round 3, let's go!

-Trump Jamatos, the best Jamatos, very good people. Absolutely huge hombres, would play golf with them at Mar-A-Lago all the time.

-Duo format!

-Besties!

-"If you both fail, you're both fucking dead <3"

-Ace just... instantly picks Neon, huh?

-Uh oh, looks like Michi's friends with Keiwa now~!

-Mary's got a Punkjack!

-Guess they would wanna be anonymous, considering

-Lootbox given!

-Claw Buckle! A gift for Na-Go!

-Not even gonna talk to him, huh Punkjack?

-Boost Buckle!

-This bitch just can't get away from Tanuki Boi!

-Point time.

-Man, Keiwa's been rockin' Armed Arrow non-stop.

-If I recall correctly, he literally just keeps getting the Boost and nothing else.

-HOLY SHIT BUFFA

-Just straight up shove the gun in him!

-Tactical break!

-I see... there's a whole 52 deck to each of them.

-Good job, everybody! Goose eggs! Across the board!

-Pistol whipping has been pretty effective so far, Keiwa.

Keiwa: Oh, you're a fight-happy little bitch, huh? Azuma: You got a problem with that? Keiwa: Ah, no sir, I'll just trade in your gun!

-Keiwa about to commit the biggest tactical error of all time.

-See, Neon's playing smart!

-I see... the buckles are like... hard programmed with certain compatibility advantages. I suspected as much, but it is interesting.

-Y'know, despite the Boost Buckle being so like... intrinsic to Geats, it seems to work perfect with just about anyone, if Na-Go's any indication.

-"Me, work together? Never."

-Aaaaand, off he goes!

-Ohhhh... the Zombie's important to him in other ways, huh?

-Ohhhhhhh... Ace, what did you do?

-Oh cool, a training lobby.

-NeonTV~!

-"Good enough."

-I love their DGP shirts.

-Jumping right in!

-"Hey wait Zombie Man, I was posing!"

-Oh god, this is the most inconvenient memory match game ever.

-Two Jammy Bois!

-"Start to finish... going for the highlight! You're gonna wanna clip this!"

-Dancing Stream feat. Ace Ukiyo!

-Paint balls!

-The fox and cat are winning.

-"Looooooooseeeeeer!"

-Desire Money!

-I'm just gonna call them D-Bucks if that's alright.

-Working shit out, huh Michinaga?

-"My only wish is to bring down assholes like you."

-The buffalo leaves the tanuki for the sheep.

-Ohhhhhh, he got the Boost!

-Tune in next week, Gamers! Round 3 will end in a spectacular climax!

-Gotta say, even if I'm not really saying anything super interesting so far, I'm very much enjoying myself. These characters are just kinda vibes, y'know?

[th3-0bjectivist]

     While kicking off this new ‘season’ of musical posts I suppose it’s important to remember why I started posting music with commentary in the first place. I primarily did it because I’m an ex-radio deejay that has heard some great and uncommon sounds that few others have even dared to broach. Sometimes the best tunes out there are tracks you’ve never even heard of. Being connected to the music industry a wee bit more-so than your average Jane or Joe, I have had the distinct pleasure of stumbling across singles or full albums by promising artists which have sadly gone unheard of by the public at large. Enter this week’s musical feature; Curve, a rare man/woman electric-rock duo that disappeared over a decade ago. Question: Remember Garbage (Shirley Manson, prominent in the late 90′s to early 2000′s, ‘I’m Only Happy When It Rains’)? Curve sounded like Garbage before Garbage even existed, and they stayed true to their form until the bitter end. You see, Garbage eventually went pop, alienating a significant cross-section of their core audience in the process. Curve did not break with their sound principle, not only preceding Garbage in terms of timeline/production, but also sticking to their guns and staying true to their rocktronica sound until their bitter end in 2005. Do you like heavy beats, sexy vocals, and a shoegazing atmospheric backdrop? Don’t you worry baby, Curve’s got you covered in spades! Managing to generate a solid but limited cult following, but never reaching quite the commercial success of groups like Garbage, they split once in 1994 and then again approximately a decade later. Fun random fact: the lead lady vocalist, Toni Halliday, is married to record producer and music industry legend Alan Moulder, who you might remember for formulating great albums with the likes of The Smashing Pumpkins, NIN and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. But enough of my pedantic ramblings, smash play and enjoy a song you’ve never heard of from an album you’ve never heard of, Chainmail from 2001′s Gift. You can find the full album here if you like the cut of their jib. Expect one tune per week from me until end of 2022, dear listener!

Curve in their prime, 1990′s. Image credit: http://curve-online.co.uk/archive/images/photo/05.php

[pinketine]

Kiki's Certified List of Every Lore Important Moment between Plumpkin and Mythrodak!

Under the cut!

Killing 100 Spiders with a Shovel

Plumpkin's first appearance!

It's kind of implied that Plumpkin was something Mythro created as his appearance was preceded with a sarcastic comment about how he's holding up, along with him ad-libbing for Plumpkin and him pressing a button to get something from him

But also not as at the end Mythro asks him to "Bring me another challenge"

Can you kill every mob in Minecraft with just a shield?

Plumpkin's first (albeit non spoken) words!

"You think you can beat every mob with that shield? Well then, let me introduce you to..."

She is observing Mythro fight the entire time

Mythro also refuses to kill Snow Golems, possibly because of Plumpkin

He also lists Plumpkin as a hostile mob, implying he considered killing them

Alone on Valentine's Day in Minecraft...

First sign of Plumpkin being hostile towards Mythro, glaring at him when he almost orders pumpkin pie

Mythro also says the following to Plumpkin at the end of their date:

"Well, Plumpkin, that was a good night, I'm glad we did this together. You know, ever since I haven't been able to play on pvp servers, my bloodthirst has been through the roof. You're the only one who has provided me with an outlet to express my rage and practise my skills at the same time. I feel that in time, we could grow to be the most powerful duo in this world. Plumpkin... you have a nice smile."

How To Beat The Ender Dragon With A Water Bucket

Plumpkin and Mythro have this conversation at the end

"It's done."

"Good, you have pleased me."

"What next?"

"For now you must rest"

"Alright... thank you Plumpkin (starts to walk away, then looks back at them)"

"Rest"

(Mythro walks off)

Poseiodon's Vault

This is where shit gets INTENSE!

Plumpkin appears at the end of this video, hinting that she had something to do with it

Hades' Vault

Plumpkin speaks to Sven about Mythro at the start

"Have you built it?"

"Yes sir, me and another engineer have built the most inescapable prison"

"If you put him in there, can he escape?"

"Absolutely not. Unless he has like, a small army of 10 withers but we both know that he's alone"

"Good, very good"

Titan's Vault v2

Mythro talks to Plumpkin at the end about his jail situation. He refers to Plumpkin as "someone I need to see"

"Mythrodak...?"

"Look, Plumpkin, I need to talk to you about something"

"Go on..."

"Someone has been imprisoning me over and over, or making some of their henchmen make prisons for me, and keeping me in them. The first few times I was courteous, and I asked them why I was being imprisoned, but I never got an answer. Plumpkin... should I go after this person? Should I pursue revenge, even after (mumbling, sounds like "all that")?"

"Do you think you can find this person?"

"I... don't know. But there is no use waiting around to get imprisoned again, is there?"

"So be it."

Gaia's Vault

Oh boy

Plumpkin talks to Sven about the prison

"[This prison, it's... amazing. It's-] -the epitome of perfection, that's what we've created, this new prison. And it's so good, it even has four cells!"

"We don't need four cells if we only need to contain him."

"But this prison is inescapable! He may have not have had help in the past, but now he might get so desperate he'll try to have someone break him out. And when they inevitably fail, and get caught, we can lock them up as well"

"That's a good point. But it better be as secure as you say this time"

"Don't worry, we took the most lengthy of precautions, we have chunk bans, bed glitches, pearl glitches and we have even gotten our hands on indestructible end crystals. We had to compromise some of our morality-"

"It doesn't matter, I don't care. Do anything if it means containing him. Let's be honest, he never deserved a "humane prison" in the first place, and even less now, after what he did to Ray and his men. Remember what we're doing this for. Our "morality" couldn't be more in the right, but we're running out of options, and we're running out of time, Sven."

"I won't let you down."

Plumpkin also talks to Deaf, one of the guards.

"Plumpkin?"

"[They still haven't learned and they've fallen right-] into our hands. He was planning to get captured, we knew that much, but to make sure he didn't try any funny business, we got some leverage over him."

"So he's on his way?"

"Yes sir."

Finally, Mythro steps out of the portal, and realises what has been going on

"We told you not to escape, Mythrodak."

"H-How could you-"

"-I'm sorry, but this is for the good of everyone in this world."

"What do you-"

"-You need to be contained forever. We know about your plans, and this is the only way to stop you"

"What do you mean-"

"You've hurt so many people, it's time to hurt you back"

"No you don't touch him [Shiratori]!"

"Kill it [Shiratori.]"

"No- Stop-"

(Sven kills Shiratori)

(A pause, Mythro stops staring at Plumpkin, stares at the remains of his bird and stares back up)

"And now, I'm afraid that I must trap you in this one place you can never escape. Your own mind."

"Goodbye, Mythrodak."

(The ground opens up and Mythro is sent into the abyss, staring at Plumpkin as he falls)

The Abyss

Mythro meets Plumpkin inside his own mind. They talk.

"Hello again. It's so empty in here, most people's minds are full of noise and confusion, but this is just... hollow. Have you thought about our offer?...Say something."

"You killed my bird."

"It was necessary, to put you into such a state you are in now, I needed to make you go through a severe emotional shock, such as losing someone you love. I can still sense that you're holding onto something. Anger, perhaps, but that will do you no good here. This may be your mind, but you aren't in control of it any longer, I am. Where you are right now is no longer yours to command"

"Necessary?"

"Yes, anything is necessary when it comes to this. Back when you asked me why you were being imprisoned, I almost fell for it. But you know exactly why you're being restrained, don't you? Deep down, you’ve realised it, maybe you've heard of it too: fate. So don't play the victim game here, Mythrodak. Go ahead and cry me a river, but it is my job to protect this world and everyone in it. Without me keeping you here, the prophecy will come true, and the gruesome fate will come upon those that me and you both love."

"That bird... was the last thing I loved. It was the last thing I had."

"You really can't let go of your pride, can you? You lost, Mythrodak, accept it. And if you can't, then you're just going to be here with nothing but your past to keep you company. I'm growing weary of protecting you, and if you persist any longer, don't forget that I am the guardian of this world, the only way the prophecy won't come true is if you stay captive, or if you are taken to your grave, and you know it too. Let me assure you that I will take the life of one to save the lives of millions, and you know I will, so don't make me. Here, before I go I'm going to leave you.. a reminder, of what happens when you tangle with me. Goodbye, Mythrodak."

(Plumpkin leaves a chest with Shiratori's feather in it. Mythro stares at it and it seemingly sends him over the edge.)

Escaping Minecraft's Hardest Prisons with Dirt...

At the end, Plumpkin's text can be seen, saying "This won't bring him back."

The him is supposedly Shiratori

The final sections are titled "No prison is inescapable" and "I've just got to play along for now"

1.8 Minecraft HITMAN vs 1.17 PRO (battle)

Plumpkin makes a brief cameo at the start

"This time we go back"

The Gladiator Pit

Sven leaves the arena and meets Plumpkin for the first time

"Hello, Sven. I need you to make a prison."

And as of now, that's a wrap!

[netheritenugget]

Hi Roxy this is a excuse to gush about the magic system of eternal duo au please tell me more about it

OH NO YOU ACTIVATED MY INFODUMP TRAP CARD

OK so, this is basically the result of me trying to make sense of Minecraft's absolutely broken and confusing enchantment system, and seeing if I could turn it into a field of study for wizards.

The study of enchanting is one of four fields of wizardry (the other three being potions, god/occult magic, and alchemy) and it tends to be more scholarly than it first appears.

A lot of this concept is mostly based on this banger post, it's Google spreadsheet, and some discussion with @l1r1kk1 about how enchantments work, and it's a pretty fun post, but a little complicated-sounding. But I've managed to break things down into some basic rules/limitations:

Certain written words have power, and in the right order and context they can channel magic into certain controllable effects for human use. These words are from ancient languages, from before fall of Endlantis (most are Old Standard Galactic, but others are an ancient Piglin script, and Endlantian).

Enchantments are often painted on or carved into tools, weapons, armor, and items using lapis (though other minerals can be used, lapis is easiest and most aesthetically appealing). Then, magic (experience orbs) is pulled out of the body through a focus, with either an enchanting table and a library which can be used many many times, or an enchanted book with the spell on it, which disintegrates immediately afterwards from the raw power of the concentrated magic.

If you don't have enough "levels of magic" (experience levels), your enchantments will be shorter and less potent, or in some cases, just not have enough "juice" to cast successfully.

Enchantments are limited by knowledge of the words of power. If you don't know exactly what you're writing, usually by copying it from an existing enchanted book that you're using for a focus, you'll have to use an enchanting table and a library to try and piece together words of power yourself. Putting together spells like this has a high margin for error (for example, enchanting something with bane of arthropods instead of sharpness). Novices in enchanting often slap words together randomly to see what works, and grindstone the unwanted results off, which can lead to some success, but more often produces mixed results (bane of arthropods) and uses a lot of magic.

The longer-lasting and more high quality the material you're enchanting, the better, as having an object enchanted is expensive. The material components take time and energy to procure by yourself, and hiring someone else to do it costs money, but is more efficient.

Learning to enchant well is time-consuming and requires a lot of talent in multiple areas of expertise to learn. This is why wizards who specialize in studying enchanting require multiple years of linguistics, history, archeology, and other studies to understand. Many enchantment wizards also specialize into the craftsmanship aspect of the trade because it makes them more hireable, and it's easier to make items they enchant themselves. So enchanting businesses often have multiple wizards in their employ, specializing into their own fields of craftsmanship.

There's a reason the stereotypical wizard is old and grey, and it's because it takes a long time to learn and master this stuff.

The other magic fields are more straightforward.

The brewing of potions is potioneering. Blaze powder (which becomes infused with the potion) has high levels of concentrated magic in it, and changes based on what's added to them. It's a lot more like chemistry but it does cool things like make you able to swim in lava or make you invisible. Though for a majority of wizards in this field, it's more focused on pharmacology and medicine, as potions are important for the day-to-day life of an average person.

Foolish, a god, already possesses the words needed to call down lightning without a trident, because it's part of his domain as a deity. Occultism is the study of god magic, and it's mostly about studying the abilities of the gods themselves than trying to replicate it, though there are some wizards who dedicate their lives to doing so. It's very opposed by certain gods who like their privacy, and of course, certain religious extremist groups who would prefer that people don't ask questions. However, in general, it's a widely respected academic field.

Alchemy studies the magic of life and souls. On the practical side, this mostly involves the creation of golems for protecting civilization as we know it from monsters, using the life magic in pumpkins to bring golems to life. But on the theoretical side, it studies the 3 life system, the nature of the soul, and how immortality might be achieved through the right words of power. Currently no known methods of true immortality are known, but the properties of gold are currently being researched.

[arminhug]

hello, pumpkin || annie leonhardt x reader: chapter two

series masterlist

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

BIRTHDAY GIRL

Annie and I never established that we were friends until her eighth birthday.

In the blossoming spring warmth, I nestled myself in the corner of the bench in the playground’s garden. It was an unspoken fact that nobody really played in the garden; it was a quiet haven for a few of us to read or enjoy solitude, yet it had also become a spot where I waited for Annie every day, and almost every day, had she not been sent home or busy with other obligations, Annie joined me, sometimes speaking, sometimes not. I didn’t mind; I just loved to be in her company.

On this particular day, Annie stood before me, and despite her being the same height as me, her air always made her seem much bigger and powerful.

“My dad says this is for you.”

She handed me a white envelope into which I fervently tore, revealing a gaudy invitation card.

“It’s your birthday on Saturday?” I quizzed.

“No, my birthday is today. But my dad said it was too short notice to invite you to my house today, so you can come on Saturday.”

At this news of Annie’s birthday, I immediately leapt to my feet and braced her in a hug. “Happy birthday! What cake are you having? Are you going to hand out sweets to your class?”

Annie did not hug me back but did not resist. “I don’t like cake, and I don’t like anyone in my class.”

I gasped. “How can you not like cake? Also, who’s going to be at your party if you don’t like anyone in your class?”

“Cake is too heavy and sweet.” She responded monotonously. “Also, you’re the only one coming; it’s not a party, my dad just knows I have a friend now and wanted you to come. You don’t have to.”

Unlike Annie, I didn’t actively avoid the other children in my school. I was still invited to many class birthday parties, I spoke amiably to my peers and I could name a few schoolchildren whom I could consider a friend— yet Annie, the stoic, ash-blonde girl confessing she saw me as a friend elicit such joy within me, I can still remember the feeling to this day if I think about her enough.

“So if I’m your friend, I have to get you a present, right?” I had reminded her of the title that she gave me moments ago.

“No. I don’t want a present.”

“Yes you do, everyone wants presents!” I retorted. “What do you like best in the world?”

“Cats.”

I sat down, sulking. “I can’t get you a cat, Annie. What else do you like?”

Silence.

“Mummy and I can make you something.” I continued, desperate to find something that I could give to my friend. “She’s really good at baking. Do you like cookies?”

“No.”

“Cupcakes?” I refused to give up.

“No! Cupcakes are tiny cakes, you know I hate cakes.”

“Brownies?”

“No.”

“Doughnuts?”

This time, Annie turned away, not meeting the question with a monosyllabic “no”.

“Doughnuts! Annie, I’ll make you lots of doughnuts, okay?”

Annie still refused to look me in the eye. It never bothered me, but I had gathered that she was more inclined to refuse eye contact when she was upset or shy. Before I had the chance to attempt to pry into which flavour of doughnut she would have liked, the bell signalling the end of recess rang. I leapt to my feet and pressed a chaste kiss to Annie's cheek.

“See you later, you doughnut!”

She shoved me towards my line with no malice in the action. “Whatever you say, pumpkin girl.”

“Earth to (y/n)? You’ve been glazed over for the past five minutes. What’s so exciting about the window?”

I blink, snapping out of the saccharine memory of Annie’s birthday. Four pairs of eyes are fixed on me, and I animate myself, taking the doughnut from my plate and shrugging. “I was just thinking,” I respond.

“You sure? Not looking at any hot dudes?” the only other female at the table, Sasha, suggests. Her hazel eyes flicker suggestively over to the group of men kicking a ball about in the park over the road from our favourite local café, which has baked goods to die for (or so Sasha and Connie, the food fanatics of my friendship group claim. I won’t argue—the doughnuts are heavenly.)

“Yeah, c’mon, (y/n)! There are three dashing fellows right here, why do you need to stare at those losers?” Connie chimes in, gesturing to himself and my other two male friends, Jean and Marco.

“Yeah, you wish. My type isn’t idiots,” I playfully smack Connie’s head, the growing stubble brushing my fingertips as I find any way to bring the subjects away from men that I would apparently find attractive.

“On all seriousness, what is your type? We’ve never seen you have anyone about.” Jean interrogates. Great.

It took me a while to figure out that I’m likely not into men. I never quite knew why I got so uncomfortable when middle school brought an array of boy bands that prepubescent teenage girls loved to swoon over, and why I could never answer when somebody asked me who was the hottest, but at the age of sixteen, when I realised my heart was racing upon seeing two women kiss in a film my friends and I had watched, it hit me like a freight train that I was definitely attracted to women.

I chose not to indulge anyone in this knowledge; realistically, I know I don’t have too much to worry about. Sure, my parents aren’t screaming about supporting gay rights from the rooftops, but I know that they have no prejudice towards the community, and my four closest friends would accept me no matter what — hell, Marco told us he was gay when we were fifteen and sixteen years old over a game of Mario Kart and we embraced his queerness with open arms.

So what’s the big deal? I think to myself.

“Does it matter? I’m too busy to date. These university decisions are killing me!”

“Simple,” Jean interrupts, pointing the straw of his ridiculously large iced coffee in my direction. “You come to Marley with Marco and me. Good university, far enough away from your parents, and you get your favourite friends with you for the ride!”

Jean and Marco are one class above Sasha, Connie and I, and decided that Marley University, a small, public school that gained a decent reputation despite it being so new, was the place for them. It was hard to say goodbye once they left school, but the holiday breaks came frequently, and soon enough, they were back for Easter, helping their three younger friends decide on which school to go to.

“Tempting, but probably not. I can’t get over the English department in Sina,” I responded dreamily.

“Yeah, and the crazy entry requirements. You’d have to be a robot to get those grades! Just come to Marley with us, I’m sure the English stuff is fine there, too!” Sasha whined, poking at my hand. I take another bite of my nostalgic treat, shaking my head.

“Guys, I love you all, but I can’t make such an important decision based on my friends. You understand, right?”

“It’s fine, (y/n),” Marco interrupts, his familiar comforting smile gracing his freckled face. “We’ll come to visit you up there, right?”

“Nope. Four of us, one of you. She is coming to Marley.” Jean retorts.

“Jesus, fair enough. I’ll book the plane tickets now!” I tell him sardonically. He elbows me jovially in response and stands, coffee in hand. “Right, we can finish our drinks and snacks on the way outside. It's too nice to be spending it indoors.”

Ignoring the protests from Sasha and Connie, who forlornly protest that they haven't had the chance to order a baked good after their main courses, the majority of the group tail towards the double doors, leaving the duo no choice but to begrudgingly follow suit. The late March sunshine is glorious, beaming down on my face, much like the day twelve years ago I was daydreaming about. It suddenly hit me that today, March 22nd, Annie would be turning twenty years old. This newfound knowledge makes my stomach drop and I cannot control the grief coursing through my being.

It's ever so odd how I can remember every detail about my childhood friend; every memory we shared together, her favourite colour, (black, which I insisted was rather morbid for an eight-year-old, so I coaxed her into putting blue as a second favourite) how on Sunday mornings her father would always pick her up from my house after a sleepover at 10 am sharp to take her to karate, even though she had told me in confidence that she much preferred kickboxing. I couldn't tell you many facts about any other childhood friend who I lost to time; it's only Annie. Every detail of the girl who made my infancy etched into my heart, refusing to leave.

As I force myself back into the present moment, I am aware that maybe Annie was more than just my best friend.

But I was so young. How could I have truly differentiated between innocuous childhood affection and romantic yearning?

“Marco?” I punctuate the spring silence before I can even stop myself. “How did you realise your first crush?”

Marco raises his eyebrows. “Jeez, it was so long ago. I was eleven and I was having a sleepover with my friend. We were on his bed playing Minecraft on his laptop, but I wasn’t even paying attention; I was just admiring his face, how he was so engrossed in the game. My heart was racing because I realised I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t even think it was biologically possible to like the same sex, so I brushed it off. Now I look back…” he laughs awkwardly, before looking me in the eye, his tone suddenly earnest. “Why, what’s up? Anything you want to talk to me about?”

I stop in the street, completely oblivious to the speed of modern day life around me. Suddenly all I care about is how my stomach leapt when I saw her pallid figure walk through the double doors, into the garden, how I found any excuse to hold her hand, how obsessed I was with the topography of her curved nose, icy eyes, lips stark against her pale skin.

“How do you know for sure you’re gay if you’ve only ever had a crush on one person in your life? Somebody who you haven’t spoken to in eight years?”

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[sh1tbird-shantytown]

Billy is a bit terrified by this sassy child, but will fight if someone looks at her wrong.

you know. i thought immediately of erica? like if billy joined the scoops troop he’d despise and adore her altogether. a little scared and very intimidated, but he’d give her all he’s got.

uh, so, here :)

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Billy had only been in the shop for three minutes. Just in his tank and red swim shorts and flip flops. Shivering a bit from the cold of the ice cream parlor. And then...he was shoved aside as a quick little figure darted past him and up to the counter. No apologies thrown or gifted.

“Steve!” the pipsqueak of a girl rang the little silver bell relentlessly, turning more than a few heads in the store.

Then, Billy heard a familiar voice as the back door to the break room flew open, “What is it now, Erica?”

Erica leaned onto the counter and spoke in a whisper that could probably be heard by half the parlor’s customers, “Any updates?” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed something so incredibly exhausted Billy almost sympathized.

“No, Erica, we may not even need you to do this, it’s too dangerous.” Steve leaned his hands on the counter and Erica reached up and grabbed hold of the little red handkerchief. So much so that you could see Steve’s dark chest hair. He was forced to lean down as Erica spoke in a lower tone, but that was probably just for effect. She sure got it though, Billy was close to stepping in to save Harrington.

“I was promised adventure, Steve. I want to do something, so go back there and tell Buckley and Henderson that I want in.” She let go of Steve’s uniform gruffly and twirled around only to be faced with a bemused Billy. She glared at him something fierce, “What are you looking at, Blondie?” she raised her eyebrows sassily. Now this wasn’t what Billy had come to deal with, but it sure was interesting.

“What are you looking at?” he retorted. Sure it wasn’t the most original but this child looked to be nine so excuse him.

“I’m looking at you because you are staring at me, freak.” She didn’t even look fazed when Billy crossed his arms and tossed back a warning expression. “Plus, Steve and Robin are busy right now.”

“Oh yeah?” he planted his feet a little, “With what?”

“Important business,” she crossed her own arms and tilted her head along with the syllables.

“I need to see Harrington stat,” he snapped his fingers and Erica stared at him in twisted disgust.

“I’m not their visitor escort,” she theatrically stomped to the back room. And as the doors opened and closed he heard Harrington’s voice.

“We are not letting her do that, Ro— Erica, this is not a kids area. Out!” Steve blocked the door before Erica could continue through the doorway and placed his hands on his hips.

Erica wasn’t moved in the slightest and Billy inched his way closer to them, “Dustin is in there with you so if that were true you’re doing an awful job.”

Billy snorted and that caught their attention, they both glared at him so he shrugged innocently, “She’s not wrong, Pretty Boy.”

Robin showed herself, on her toes and searched over Steve’s shoulder. She caught sight of Billy and he waved with fake enthusiasm. “Oh,” Robin snorted, “It’s you again.”

“Shove it,” he discreetly flipped her off. Erica, on the other hand, stomped right up to Billy and poked him right in the middle of the chest sorely.

“What do you want?” she demanded.

Billy raised a brow, “I have input on my father’s whereabouts,” he watched as Steve paled, Robin disappeared with a hand covering her mouth, and Erica stepped back with a loaded amount of understanding to her eyes.

She nodded and stepped a little out of the way of the door with a sweep of her arm, “After you.”

Going to an abandoned warehouse with just the five of them was maybe, possibly, just about the worst idea they’d ever had a group. And, to be fair, they hadn’t been in a group for more than 24 hours. So there shouldn’t have been much expected.

“It’s gross in here,” Erica stepped closer to Billy and away from the dripping pipe poking out of the ceiling. “Acid could fall on us at any point!” she called up to Steve and Robin in the front. The words echoing distortedly. Dustin, who was between the two duos with a flashlight, lifted said flashlight up to look at the ceiling.

“Hey!” Steve yelped and snapped his fingers attentively, “Light please!” his voice was more quiet than Erica’s had been. Billy appreciated that much.

Dustin ignored it though, “It’s just water, Erica, what you should worry about is the rats. I saw a few in the front.”

“Rats?” Steve asked, his voice pinched and high.

“Yeah?” Dustin laughed nervously, “Why?”

Steve looked right at Billy and Billy furrowed his brow, “We need to get out of here now,” Steve ordered and pushed Robin forward back where they came from. “We shouldn’t have come here so late in the evening. Let’s go find Hopper and tell him what you said, Hargrove.” Robin stopped allowing Steve to push her but she didn’t disagree.

“What’s up now, Steve?” she asked him. Steve looked fearfully around, feet tapping against the concrete as he motioned to move.

“Rats are never a good thing, Robin, rats carry disease. Like- like,” he waved his hand floppily in the air, “That plague. The Black Plague, rats are not a good sign and with all that shit going on with the pumpkin fields last season?” He shook his head and pointed forcefully, “So we are going!”

All of them were still for a carried out moment, “I’m with Harrington,” Billy decided and flicked Erica’s shoulder when she pouted. She punched his arm in retaliation with vigor that made Billy grunt. There was a squeak from below them and a scream from Erica the next second.

“There’s something by my foot!” she yelped and stayed still in shock. Billy, in a flash, picked her up and ran with her in his arms back the way they came. She was still screaming but he ignored any complaint she had until he saw the light of the opening hole they’d come through. “Billy, wait for the others!” she whacked his shoulder blade. He slowed down and looked behind him to see Robin and Dustin sprinting towards them.

Dustin waved his arms, “Steve’s coming, go!” Billy took that and tossed Erica out before squeezing through himself.

He got a kick to the shin, “I could’ve gotten out myself, bastard!” she scolded. Billy winced and leaned down to rub the sore spot on his leg. He was caught in two little arms and a face full of textured hair and bumpy beads. “But thank you,” she said and backed away. She stared at him a moment and then watched Dustin and Robin emerge from the broken driftwood hole.

“Where’s Harrington?” Billy asked after a minute or so passed with no sound of the other man.

Dustin was chewing on his thumb, “He was right behind us, I swear he was.”

Robin stepped towards the hole again with a mix of hesitation and determination set on her shoulders, “I’ll go search it out.”

Erica rolled her eyes, “I’m small for conveyance and Blondie,” she pointed at Billy, “Is bulky enough for similar reason. I say me and him go in and look for Sailor Boy,” she glanced pointedly at Robin. And then elbowed Billy harshly when he didn’t say anything in agreement.

“Ow,” he muttered under his breath, “Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his own eyes in pathetic defeat, “Let’s go, he probably just got water on his head and freaked out.”

“Hey, no, I’ll go, he’s my friend,” Dustin directly addressed Billy with his eyes.

Robin folded her arms, “Well then I might as well go in,” she debated. Billy took notice of Erica sneaking through the hole while the two bickered unhelpfully. He tip toed around them and followed her in, and then continued to follow her into the warehouse again.

“Hey!” Dustin’s voice echoed, “Wait for us!”

Erica scoffed and stomped one of her feet, “You two are useless right now, keep watch or something!” She tugged on Billy’s wrist and started jogging down the dim hall. The floor was a little wet and it sounded like she could have been jumping in puddles. She screamed suddenly and Billy sprinted down and saw three huge rats blocking the doorway back into the main room where Steve must have been. “Steve?” she yelled as she carefully kept an eye on the black rodents four feet away from her pink sneakers.

“Erica? Go back out, Sinclair, I got this covered!” Steve’s unbodied voice carried along the walls.

“Harrington!” Billy roared and pulled Erica slowly behind him and away from the stationed rats. “Get your lanky ass back here!”

“Can’t really do that man!”

“And why the hell not?” Billy watched as the rats took a sort of running stance. He heard a pained grunt from the other room and then—

“Your dad’s here.” Billy bit his lip hard to contain a gasp of surprise he was sure he didn’t even feel.

He pushed back at Erica gently, “Run, Sinclair. I’ve got your back.”

And so she ran and Billy planted his damn feet.

—

second part here

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An introduction to DeVita

Do you want to learn all about the AOMG artist DeVita? This article will cover everything you need to know about the third female member to join the labels roster.

The content of this article is also available in video format, embedded at the bottom of this article.

Prelude

In early April of 2020, the Korean hip-hop label AOMG ambiguously announced that a new artist was signing onto the label. This label was grounded by the Korean-American triple-threat; Jay Park, who’s also one of its executives. This is a label with a very organic feel and artist-oriented nature, which stands out compared to many other music labels.

On April 3rd, the label’s official Instagram account posted a video. It was titled, “Who’s The Next AOMG?” where fellow AOMG members talked about this upcoming recruit. They sprinkled small hints and details by sharing their thoughts on the artist without mentioning who.

Around the world, fans immediately began speculating on who this could be. The major consensus was that it had to be the solo artist Lee Hi, due to reporting like this: “AOMG responds ‘nothing is confirmed’ to reports of Lee Hi signing on with the label”

A few other names got thrown in fan speculations like Hanbin (B.I), previous member of IKON, Jvcki Wai, and MOON (문) aka Moon Sujin. This despite a few of these already being signed to other labels.

On April 6th, three days later, the account was updated with a part two. This time dropping more hints, which would exclude many names from fan speculations.

On the 7th of April, the label’s official Instagram account posted a short teaser. The video sported an 80’s retrofuturistic setting, with a woman turned from the camera, dressed in all black, rocking braids, and some glistening high-heels. As it seemed to be a female, some were now certain that it had to be Lee Hi. A small few actually guessed correctly that the one who would be joining AOMG would be Ms DeVita.

Finally on April 9th, it was official! She debuted with the music video, from which the teaser clips was taken from, EVITA!, which accompanied the release of her EP, CRÈME.

What does the name DeVita mean?

The name DeVita, draws inspiration and meaning from two things. Firstly, Eva Perón – also known as Evita – who was Argentina’s former First Lady. When Chloe was learning about Eva’s life, it inspired her to combine “Devil” and “Evita”, thus creating “DeVita”. The name signifies the duality of how both Eva Perón and DeVita could be perceived. Either being a devil, or an angel depending on the eye of the beholder. Secondly, Salvatore Di Vita, a character from Cinema Paradiso, was also a source of inspiration.

An introduction to DeVita

Chloe Cho – now known under the artist name DeVita – was born and raised in South Korea, until the age of eleven. In 2009, she moved to Chicago, where she would learn English.

In 2013, she went back to Korea and participated in the third season of the show; K-pop Star. A talent show, where the “big three” (the three largest music labels in Korea) hosts auditions to find the next big k-pop star. However she didn’t win, therefore neither got signed.

Later on, she returned to Chicago and graduated high school. After reflecting on what she wanted to do next, she decided to make music. In 2014, her pursuit to become an artist brought her to the talent show Kollaboration. On this show, she performed covers and actually ended up being a finalist. Despite her talents, she did not triumph as the winner of the show.

Not letting these losses stop her, she started releasing music on Soundcloud. The earliest release I could find, Halfway Love (Ruff), was from 2016. Her catalogue consisted of both covers and original music.

One day, Kirin, an artist and CEO of the music label 8balltown Records, was introduced to DeVita’s music. He liked what he heard and the two linked up. In May of 2018, WEKEYZ, one of 8balltown’s producer duos released a track titled Sugar. This track featured both DeVita, and the AOMG rapper Ugly Duck. This was the beginning of many collaborations to come.

On August 28th of 2018, just a few months later, AOMG released Sugar (Puff Daehee Mix).

This was a remix done by Puff Daehee, the alter ego of Kirin. Along with this track, it was accompanied by a music video starring Kirin, DeVita, and Ugly Duck. For most people, this was their first time seeing DeVita.

DeVita continued doing features on many songs by Korean artists while creating a little buzz for herself. There’s one notable feature, which could be seen as an important milestone in her career. That is her feature on the track Noise, from AOMG artist Woo Won Jae’s project, titled af.

In a tweet a few days after the release of CRÈME, she shared the significance of this moment.

“I was still making minimum wage working at a restaurant back when Noise dropped- I wrote my part during my shift on the back of this receipt paper. This was about a year and a half ago. A little bit after that I got a call from Pumpkin at 3am Chicago time. He said Jay wanted to meet in Philly in 4 hours. They put me on a plane and the rest is history.”

The phone call she mentioned in her tweet, about Jay wanting to meet, must have been made around September 2018. Jay was performing in Philadelphia at the time. The moment they met in Philadelphia was actually captured through a photo of the two. However, this picture ended up getting removed later on.

Fast forward a few months and Jay had just released his Ask About Me EP. The project focused on a western audience, so he went to the States on a promo run. During his visit, he also met up with DeVita once again, as can be seen here.

Finally, on April 9th, her being signed to AOMG was officially announced and she debuted with her EP titled CRÈME. Her joining AOMG, looked like something that happened pretty naturally. The vast majority of artists she had collaborated on tracks with happened to be AOMG members. Getting comfortable with the AOMG family, likely made the decision to join crystal clear.

Artistically

Just a quick look at her body of work thus far, a majority of it is in English. However, she has no issues singing in Korean, as proven by her feature on Code Kunst’s; Let u in. The tone in her voice has this sort of mixture of many singers, a melting pot of sorts. It reminds me of Audrey Nuna, SAAY, H.E.R, some vocal riffs from Dinah Jane, and at times, just a tiny bit of Ariana Grande.

As an artist, she’s still in the early stages of carving out her own unique sound and style. There’s incredible potential here, but her distinct identity is not completely there yet. I see before me a caterpillar that within a couple years, will transform into a butterfly, with its own identifiable pattern to spread its wings out on.

From what she’s shown so far, I would say she seems most comfortable doing R&B and soul music. However, beyond a quick description I prefer to refrain from categorizing her. Mostly because artists generally feel limited when categorized. More importantly, because we have no idea what she has in store for the future.

Debut EP: CRÈME

CRÈME is DeVita’s “crème de la crème”. She constantly modified the tracklist to present her debut project in a way that held her personal standard; essentially presenting us her best tracks. The result is CRÈME, which consists of five tracks, with a runtime of fourteen minutes altogether.

This EP showcases the fact that she is a competent songwriter, able to write some soulful, emotional ballads. It is completely in English and all the tracks are written by her, telling both life stories of her own and that of others. A majority of the production was handled by her “musical soulmate”; TE RIM, but other notable names, like Code Kunst show up as well.

Tracks:

Movies, introduces the project in a very gentle manner. In the track, DeVita paints a picture of a criminal couple, getting a rush, by committing crimes together. The lyrics feel inspired by movies like Bonnie and Clyde. My initial thoughts were that, for some ears, it could possibly be “too” calm as an opener. It doesn’t demand attention the way EVITA! does. Simply put, it’s not a bad track. I would just have put this track later on in the EP.

EVITA!, is something different compared to what I hear from others in the K-R&B lane. I love the 80’s aesthetic in both the track and music video. Sonically, the nostalgic saxophone riffs, warm lush synth pads, thumping bass line, results in a trip back to the 80s. With this recipe, topped with DeVita’s “current” contemporary soul and R&B voice makes for an interesting combination. The music video had that futuristic 80’s look with the neon colors, and I loved how the guns she played around with looked a lot like the “Needlers” from the Halo franchise.  The title is once again just like DeVita’s name, an ode to the controversial Eva Perón. The instrumental was originally used by TE RIM, the producer of the track in 2017. His version has the same title as DeVita’s version and I recommend giving that one a listen as well, as it has a different feel to it. This track was definitely one of the highlights of the EP.

All About You, is a simple yet beautiful piano love ballad. Originating from her own tales of love, her vocals effortlessly capture what she felt during these moments.

1974 Live, is yet another ballad, but this time, with a calm guitar backing, playing a poppier R&B chord progression. DeVita’s voice is given a lot of space to be in the center of the track. As soon as I heard this track I became curious. What was the significance of this year, which would have her title the track as such? My questions were left unanswered… until the EP had marinated a while, when she tweeted: “1974 Live is about Christine Chubbuck”. In case you’re unfamiliar, Christine Chubbuck was a television news reporter, who made history in 1974. She was the first person to commit suicide live on air. According to her mother Christine’s suicide would on paper be due to an unfullfilling personal life. All throughout her life, she had experienced unreciprocated love. With this information tying back to the track, it becomes a lot less ambiguous and reveals a more cohesive narrative.

Show Me, is the final track of the EP, featuring immaculate production from the talented CODE KUNST. The sound is very moody, which fits her voice like a glove. This is my favorite performance on the entire EP, both lyrically and vocally. The lyrics present someone who’s fed up dealing with men, who talk the talk but don’t walk the walk. Now she’s looking for love with someone who’s honest and “real”.

With the project being a year old now, it has already gotten her nominated for both Rookie of the Year along with EVITA being nominated for Best R&B & Soul Track in the 18th iteration of the Korean Music Awards.

A majority of listeners seemed to enjoy the project. Many seem to be in love with her voice judging by the endless amounts of praise she has received, often described as painfully addicting, soothing, smooth, and so on.

I also asked a friend who’s a huge fan of Korean music, especially the hiphop and r&b scene to share her thoughts on the project. Here’s what she said:

"This whole project is empowering, in particular the tracks Show Me and EVITA! DeVita being a new artist, managed to impress me and many more listeners through this EP. As mentioned earlier, empowering lyrics with unique melodies and beats. Especially with the track EVITA! The fact that 1974 Live and EVITA! was referring to, two historically important women, is something that I love. This is one of my favorite EP:s of 2020 and DeVita is now included in my list of favorite artists." @Haonsmom

From what I’ve seen, only a few have been vocal about not really being too fond of the project. Some were left a bit disappointed, as they were expecting more hip-hop and R&B from an AOMG artist. The lack of “danceable” tracks was also a concern to some. Despite these criticisms, one thing was always mentioned; the girl has a beautiful voice and is obviously talented.

After listening to this EP, I hear a lot of potential. Being an EP with just five tracks, it definitely avoids overstaying its welcome. It’s brief enough to allow a listen through the entire project, no matter what you’re doing. My favorite tracks would have to be Show Me and EVITA!, but I found the whole project to be enjoyable. This EP is sprinkled with lovely vocal performances and simple but captivating production. I do still stand by my opinion that Movies would have fit better later in the tracklist if you’re chasing that mainstream ear.

I think the way EVITA! kicks you in the face, demanding attention, would’ve been a better fit as the opening track. In contrast to the other tracks, the energy level is unique, making the placement feel odd as the rest of the tracks have a chill vibe. All in all, this project gave me a taste of the “crème” but left me with a curious yearning for what this chef will whip up for dessert.

Bright future ahead

The addition of more female artists to the AOMG roster was much needed. Hoody was the first and only female member for about four years. This was the case up until late 2019, where she was then joined by sogumm, who had just won AOMG’s audition program called SignHere. Now funnily enough after DeVita, Lee Hi actually did end up officially signing with AOMG on July 22, last year.

Based on what I’ve heard during Devita’s Kollaboration days, she has improved immensely. This topped with her leaving the impression of someone passionate about their craft, bodes well for what's to come. She seems to be someone who'll constantly evolve.

Following an artist, at the early stages of their career, is something that I always find exciting. With such a lovely debut, I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for DeVita.

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St. Christopher

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2

Triggers: drowning, domestic abuse/violence, regular violence, alcoholism, manipulation

A/N: hi lovelies, this was written for you because my page hit 350+ followers and “Sleepy Girl” received over 2,100 notes <3 u all

Christopher was a man who carried a child for many many miles even as the child grew heavy, never giving up. This man became a saint, and his image was plastered across items worn by travelers in all forms. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, pins, sashes and even clothing.

The tales of St. Christopher necklaces were told in your family for ages. All surfers and adventurers who wore those necklaces were protected, always returning home. You wore one, both your parents wore one, and your grandfather wore one as well. It had become a right of passage, one that you intended to carry on with your children as well. 

You were on your way to meet JJ at one of the abandoned lookouts on the island, nervous as all can be. The blonde boy had been in your life for a while now, and had been your boyfriend for almost ten months. Your grandfather had brought up the idea of giving JJ a St. Christopher necklace, as he had become part of the family. 

‘Pumpkin, I see the way he looks at you. That’s the same way I looked at your grandmother.’ Those words echoed over and over in your head. The wise man had always been your favorite, and when he suggested it, there was no way you could disagree. You had saved up enough money over the course of the next several weeks and went with the old gentleman to the mainland to pick out a pendant for your boyfriend. At that moment in time you thought the hardest task would be picking out the jewelry, but now you realized explaining the family history and actually passing over the necklace was the hardest part. 

The pendant itself was silver with a gray-blue border, with a long leather chain, knowing JJ wouldn’t like the metal look. Something silly about it looking too kook-ish. The colored rim complemented your own peach hued one. 

You saw the love of your life standing at the edge of the cliff, looking out into the ocean. You took a minute to regain composure and breathe. The leather chain was weaved into your now clammy hand, the pendant leaving an impression on your palm. 

“Hey J, I’m glad you made it,” he turned around to greet you.

“You said it was important, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” A smile spread across your face, appreciating how considerate he could be. 

He could tell you were nervous. The shifting of weight from leg to leg, avoiding eye contact, and most importantly, the hiding of hands behind your back. You plopped down next to him, feet dangling off the edge just as he did. 

“Alright, spill, you look like you’re going to explode,” he chuckled. You looked up with nervous eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t run away when he realized what the token meant. 

“So, you know how in my family we have the tradition of the St. Christopher necklace? Well, it’s like a right of passage, or an induction I guess to our family itself.” As you rambled JJ went into thought. He had heard many stories from your grandpa about how he believed the spirit had saved him. “And I was talking with Papa about mine, when he said that it’s time that I gave you one.”

With that last statement, you jutted your right hand forward, opening your palm to present him with the necklace. A blank expression washed over his face as he looked at the object. 

“I figured since adventurers and surfers tend to wear them, you being both, it would keep you safe. Especially now that we’re on some treasure hunt,” you spoke as you looked away. 

JJ gently took the charm out of your palm and placed it on his neck, lying just below the shark tooth. He smiled, looking into your eyes. The gray-blue that lined the man’s imprint matched is eyes.

“Is this your formal way of accepting me into your family?” He asked. You simply nodded, pulling him to kiss your lips. 

Over the next few months the tale around the necklace seemed to have proved its purpose.

                                                          ~~~

When John B proposed the idea of surfing the surge there was no way JJ could decline. With the rare amount of storms, the thought of multiple good waves was too appealing. Of course you would have loved to join the duo, but you were out cold on JJ’s bed at the chateau. He just couldn’t bring himself to wake you up. 

They made their way to the beach, dropping all their stuff on the sand and taking off towards the water. The waves were angry, almost as if they were trying to knock the boys off their boards. JJ being the daring bastard he is, he kept going out farther from the shore each time. 

“Dude, be careful, it's getting really rough out here!” John B yelled out to his friend. JJ simply ignored him and kept swimming. 

Once he was satisfied with his location, he turned around ready to ride the wave back to shore. The surf didn’t go as planned as he was quickly knocked off the board by a huge gust of wind and spray. 

He felt his body scrape the ocean floor, while the current kept him tumbling like dirty clothes. No matter how hard he tried to swim up, he was sloshed around underneath. JJ could feel his lungs burning, dying for air. 

During JJ’s fight to resurface, John B sat at the edge of the beach looking for his blonde friend. He began to panic when his board washed back to shore without its owner. Trying to explain to you how he lost your boyfriend in a surge was going to be a nightmare. How would he tell you? ‘Oh hey Y/n, I uh, couldn’t find JJ after he went down in the surge.’ That was definitely not going to cut it.  

Next thing he knew JJ was washed up, coughing with a slight gash above his eyebrow, two yards away from his board. Relief and color flooded JB’s face. 

“Dude, thank god you’re alive. We’re done for the day.” JJ simply nodded as they made their way back to the Chateau. 

You hadn’t woken up yet, still in a deep sleep, when the two entered the house once again. They quickly agreed not to tell you about the little incident that had just occurred, and go take a nap.

As JJ peeled off his wet bottoms and replaced them with sweatpants, he noticed the pendant on his neck. St. Christopher. He owed the legend big time. He turned to you, chuckling at how you slept. He tried to squeeze in around your body, but since you currently resembled a crumpled piece of paper, he lifted you up a tad to allow him to slip next to you. You barely woke up, but you stirred enough to realize who was underneath you. Your fingers brushed his necklace and you instantly nuzzled to the boy next to you.

                                                       ~~~

The second time the necklace seemed to be looking out for JJ was when he had a run in with his father. JJ had loudly stumbled into the house, causing Luke to wake up. The man’s footsteps came barreling through the house to meet the intruder. When he saw it was his son, he was livid. 

The alcohol induced rage made Luke only see red. He littered blow after blow to his son, not hearing the screams coming out of JJ’s mouth.

“You stupid motherfucker, coming into my house, loud as all can be, especially when I have to work tomorrow,” JJ knew working was a lie, his father gambled on Tuesdays. “I do nothing but provide for your lazy ass and this is how you repay me?” 

JJ prepared himself for another kick or punch or slap, but it never came. He opened his eyes to see his father lying on the ground. 

He quickly picked himself up, grabbed a few things from his room and exited the house, making his way back to the chateau. The entire walk back he played with the necklace he had removed from his neck. The cold metal in his hand was the only thing keeping him semi-relaxed as he made his way to your house. 

   He bound through the front door, marching directly to your room, catching you off guard as you were reading a book. The marks that tracked his body were fresh, and so was the emotional turmoil. JJ threw himself on to your bed, dying to find comfort in something that smelled like you. 

You tended to his physical and emotional wounds as best as you could, desperately trying to provide as much security as you could. The boy looked so young and vulnerable as his wet hair clung to his face and he was wrapped in a quilt. You held him close to your chest, swaying gently.

“He brought me home,” his voice crackled. You let out a noise of confusion. “St. Christopher, he brought me home. Maybe not scratch-free, but he made sure I made it.”

The size of your heart had grown four times in size. The small necklace was wrapped around his hand, sitting in between his pointer and middle finger. 

“St. Christopher knows right where you belong.”

                                                         ~~~

The third, and hopefully not last, time St. Christopher had brought JJ back to you was the most defining. 

Each pogue member had their own intricate tasks on how to get John B and Sarah off the island, your’s being a distraction for the police force. The only specific detail you had to follow was the timing. You needed to capture an audience after dark when the lovers would try to exit island waters. The larger the distraction the better, but you may have overdid it this time. 

While JJ, Kie and Pope had been prepping the boat all day for the escape, you had been wandering the island looking for trouble. Within the time period of you being MIA, you managed to stumble upon Rafe Cameron looking as cracked out as ever. Bingo, you thought, time to light the fuse. 

Walking up to Rafe, you began to pester him. Talking about Sarah, cocaine, and how his dad wasn’t happy that he killed the Sheriff. Telling him he never would live up to the kook expectations. You tried to pull out every card you could to infuriate him. 

Now, hours later, and many many provoking conversations with Rafe later, it was dark and your time to shine, or die.

The police officers were trying to negotiate with Sarah and John B, but were at a complete halt when they saw you were being held with a knife to your throat. You were bloodied and cut as his knife hadn’t been an empty threat

“If-if you don’t stop all of this nonsense about finding my sister, I-I will slit her throat,” Rafe screamed. 

The attention attracted the cameras, Ward, all the deputies and even your friends who were waiting in the tent next to the police. Your panicked face had everyone forgetting about the two escapees. 

“Rafe, son, please put the knife down,” Ward tried to coax him. You instantly felt the blade tighten against your throat. Tears ran down your face, small cries floated from your lips. Rafe’s dirty fingernails dug into your hips causing you to drop to one side in pain. 

“NO! She knows the truth Dad! We need to silence her! I managed to capture her, aren’t you proud Dad?” You pressed your head back into him, trying to get away from the knife, but that action had backfired. He pressed his face against yours, getting spit and tears on your cheek. 

Something must have clicked in Ward’s head because his next statement saved your life. “Of course Rafe, I’m so proud of you.” 

As you dropped to the ground, you were surrounded by an officer, carrying you over to the group of kids who you loved most of all. You could only pick out one voice though, JJ. 

“Y/n, don’t you ever do that again!” he scolded while pulling you against his body. “I can’t lose JB and you on the same night.”

You gently giggled against his chest, trying to stop the tears and from flowing. You were too happy to be pressed up against his chest, smelling the faint scent of weed, deodorant and salt. 

“Don’t be mad, I had to go that far, it was the only way,” you wailed. The grip on you tightened as you felt Kiara and Pope hug you as well. 

It was hours after your parents and grandpa had come to retrieve you and JJ from the beach, and the two of you laid in your bed, refusing to be further than three feet away. Your stomach was pressed against JJ’s as you ran your fingers around his collar bone. His lips sat on the crown of your forehead. 

You broke the silence with words that echoed JJ’s from a few months before. “I did it because I knew he would bring me home to you. No matter how big the adventure, he’d bring me home. One day he’ll bring us home to our biggest adventure, but today was not the day. He knew we were still needed.”