#Tabitha likes dark clothing and the like

[fisheadz]

Y’know what I just realized?

In my daydreaming of Desmond’s backstory (since we don’t get any clues, I can have free rein here), I have inadvertently created a few OCs. And I’m only just now realizing that. Like an idiot.

Enough coherence. Now I will go forth with the rambling.

I like giving characters with no backstory a group of friends that are all sad in their own way. And Desmond is no exception.

I hc that him and Magdalena were friends way longer than they were dating (she says that they were together for 4 years, if my memory serves me right). But it took them a little while to build up to "friends", and eventually lovers. But how does he know her in the first place?

Well, that starts with a boy named… Desmond. Another boy in our Desmond’s freshman class. Let’s call him Des2. Des1, our boy, was a lonely kid, and Des2, ALSO being a lonely kid, decides that he’s gonna be besties with Des1. At first Des1 is against this, but Des2 has a way with being awesome, and they end up being really good friends, all through high school (and the following years as well, ofc).

They do the age-old trope of sitting alone together in the cafeteria for their freshman year, but when the next year rolls around, a couple other students join their class. Tabitha and Daniel, a pair of twins who keep to themselves, mostly. And so Des2 decides that, that just won’t do! Cos ofc he does. And he befriends them too. Tabitha can be a bit blunt and rude at times, without really knowing, and Daniel has his own mental demons to work through, but they all end up as good friends. Inseparable, one might say.

The next year, Orville joins their class, and this time HE’S the one who worms his way into the group with his charisma and affinity for calculus (and love for helping others with said calculus). And so now we have 5.

Until Magdalena transfers from the next town over. She’s an… acquired taste, for sure. Loud and boisterous, a million different things going on at any time, be it band or gardening or whatever she takes interest in. And the others are like “hmm idk man she seems kinda annoying frfr ngl..” and Des2 just was not having it. Magdalena liked to get in peoples faces, and she liked making friends. She and Des2 are like two peas in a classroom! And so they make quick friends.

Again, they others weren’t too sure about her, but with the combined efforts of her and Des2, they warm up to her fine enough. The only outliers are Des1 and Tabitha, for differing reasons.

Des1 has had enough changes that year (up for interpretation atm) and thinks that Magdalena is just too much right now. Tabitha has developed a feeling or two for Des2, and thinks that Magdalena is getting a bit too close to Des2, even though she and Des2 have been friends for years, and Magdalena is just some new bitch who likes the bass.

Eventually they graduate, and Orville moves away soon after for college. It’s a tearful goodbye, because he was a good friend to them all, especially Magdalena, cos he knows what it’s like to have people not like you because you’re just too fun, but it’s his dream college, and they’re not going to take this away from him. So he leaves, and it’s back to 5.

Des2 starts to withdraw a bit, worrying everyone, most of all Tabitha. Between his dad being diagnosed with a - potentially hereditary - illness that year, and Orville leaving town, he’s not doing so hot. Eventually, after everyone gets a bit too pushy (out of concern, ofc), he snaps. He HATES being a he. And he HATES being called Desmond. (“Uh, no offense Desmond”). Turns out, Des2 has been having some revelations about himself - or rather, herself. And thus, Erica was born.

Does this change how Tabitha feels? Nope. Still super down bad. Like, she’s SIMPING simping, harder than ever. Turns out this was a big year for self-discovery. Daniel, too, is beginning to have some rather gay thoughts, and for Desmond no less… who is none the wiser, because at this point in his life, Des has the emotional intelligence of a tennis racket. Magdalena decides to start exploring her own sexuality, and quickly comes to the conclusion that she’s pansexual.

And then, a couple years later, after Tabitha and Erica finally got together (without the former’s homophonic parent’s knowledge, obviously), tragedy strikes. They get a call from a friend of Orville’s. Orville died, some way or another. Break-in gone wrong, car accident maybe. Either way, it’s devastating news for them all. Especially Magdalena, who was closest to him. And so, with Tabitha trying to comfort Daniel, who’s… really not in the best headspace rn, and Erica struggling with her dad and his hospital bills, it’s up to Desmond to help her through her grief.

And surprisingly, it turns out good! Once they start hanging out together more outside of hangouts with their other friends, it turns out that they have a lot in common. They both like music, they both like stringed instruments, they both like stupid sci-fi movies, they both like… uh… music… okay they don’t have A LOT a lot of stuff they both like, but that’s okay! They still end up being better friends than ever!

(Ignore Daniel seeing them getting closer and spiraling further, thinking that Desmond would never love him, even though that’s not really true.)

And so life moves on. Even with an Orville-shaped hole in their weekly routine and their hearts, they heal and they bond even more. Once she and Erica get together, Tabitha warms up to Magdalena quickly, and they become great friends. Erica’s dad is beginning to show signs of recovery! Daniel’s mental health is better than it has been in a long time! Desmond is getting to live his life outside of his parent’s expectations! They smoke weed on weekends, they go camping every so often, they throw parties for literally every conceivable reason just because they love each other’s company! They live their lives!

Of course, the high can’t last forever. Erica’s dad’s health takes a turn for the worse, and while she’s grieving, Daniel starts spiraling again. And to top things off, Daniel and Tabitha’s parents find out about Tabitha’s relationship, and Daniel’s sexuality. It… it goes bad. Very bad. Their parent’s air everything - their sexualities, their bad history, their mental issues, all of it - out in front of god and everyone. It fucks up their reputation, and while Tabitha and Erica leave town for a couple weeks for everything to cool off, Daniel stays for work, and to try and fix the situation.

It doesn’t work. Everyone other than, like, 4 people seem to hate him, and with Desmond and Magdalena getting closer than ever, he doesn’t see any way out of this mess. And so, Daniel walks into the woods one day, and doesn’t ever walk back out.

Once Tabitha gets the news, she’s hysterical. Inconsolable. And for a while, they’re all worried that she’ll follow in her brother’s footsteps. She believes that it’s her fault, for leaving him when everything’s gone to shit, for not checking on him more often, for not bringing up her concerns for his mental state sooner, for their parent’s finding out about everything in the first place. She blames herself.

It’s a bad year for everyone. First Orville, then Erica’s dad, and now Daniel. It seems hopeless for a while. Magdalena leaves town, running off with a few others to start a band. And so, it’s just Erica, Tabitha and Desmond for a long time.

And so, in the midst of the tragedy, and after he finds out about how Daniel felt through a letter that he left him before killing himself, Desmond decides, fuck it. His parents want him to be a doctor? So be it. He applies for med school, gets accepted, and the rest is blurry. Desmond throws himself into his studies, Magdalena keeps radio silent, and Tabitha and Erica try and live a quiet life.

Until, Magdalena returns, a couple years later! She’s dyed her hair red and is delivering a note for her ex girlfriend’s family, telling them to fuck off. She’s in high spirits!… which crumbles once she sees how everyones drifted apart. And so, just like Orville so, so long ago, it’s up to her to bring everyone together again.

It could’ve gone smoother, for sure, but she eventually makes progress! With Desmond at least. Tabby and Erica just want to live their lesbian dream away from everyone, and so Magdalena respects that and lets them be. And now, it’s just Desmond and Magdalena, the former working himself to death trying to get his phd. He feels obligated to do so; for Daniel. For his friends. He refuses to lose anyone else because he missed the signs.

It’s a rough few years, after that. They’re both burdened by everything that’s happened. But Magdalena refuses to run away again. And eventually, Desmond gets his medical license, and starts working to become a therapist, something that he ends up excelling at. Magdalena turns to her old hobbies, and after some work, opens up a flower shop. Neither of them give up music, but it’s put on a back burner.

And it goes like that! After a little while longer, Desmond and Magdalena get together! And they date happily for those 4 years, until the events of the game occur. With Desmond increasingly paranoid and stressed, the town slowly falling into madness, and herself beginning to fall into the effects of agent rainbow, Magdalena runs again, skipping town like she did all those years ago. She meets back up with some old band mates, sad-fucks her ex a whole bunch, and the rest is history… for the moment, that is.

The game happens, and after that, Desmond and Lucas get together. And first a couple years, they live happily for the most part. Without the lingering effects from the chemical, the residual trauma from the events that took place, and the general EVERYTHINGness going on, it’s a good life.

And then, Desmond gets a letter. A wedding invitation, from none other than Tabby and Erica, who he hasn’t heard from in years. Lo and behold, Magdalena got a letter too.

Turns out, Erica has developed the same illness as her dad had, and while treatment is going much, much better for her, she and Tabby just don’t want to risk it. So, they’re getting married, and they’re inviting their old friends because, as much as they loved their little life of just each other, they really miss them. It’s emotional, of course.

They’ve all heard of what happened in Milton Haven, or at least what was released by the press, and they know that Desmond was involved, even though it was never said that he was, because this seems like the kind of thing that he’d be unlucky enough to get tangled up in. And they’re also very interested in his new boyfriend, who’s very much done with wearing a suit, even after just 10 minutes. So, Desmond tells them everything, and they all have a good time teasing him for the silliest things, and drinking cheap wine and smoking some weed. It’s almost just like when they were young. Even though they’re not there, they can feel Orville and Daniel right beside them.

After the wedding, Desmond and Magdalena get a moment to talk. She confesses that she regrets running again, and Desmond says that he’s glad she got away from the chaos while she could. They both screwed up, even with the chemical involved. They loved each other, but it just wasn’t going to work forever. And so, they leave on a good note, numbers exchanged and promises to attend her next show made. (She also teases him a bunch when she finds out about Lucas. Good-natured, obviously. She’s very happy for him.)

(Erica overcomes her illness and she and Tabby live happily ever after with their kid, who they name Danny.)

(Also Tabby’s parents die in a freak accident. For funsies.)

And there’s my spontaneous mini fic of a backstory + a little bit of frontstory as well. That’s a thing, right? Right.

All of this is highly self-indulgent, if you couldn’t tell. This backstory changes from time to time, as I think of increasingly stupid possibilities for whatever he’s been through that’s so bad that he, a therapist, doesn’t think a therapist could help with it, but this is the general gist of it, ig.

I have so many headcanons for Desmond and Magdalena, like that he didn’t like cats at all before Tonia, or that he’s a retired stoner, or that she hates being called by nicknames, but those can come at a later date. It’s 3am, and I’m not even going to go back and fix any grammar fuck-ups, I’m so tired.

I wanna draw these guys, especially Orville, Tabitha and Magdalena cos I have them envisioned already, but those, and more elaboration on whatever I typed in my haze of longing to get this out, can come some other time. For now, Fish retires to sleep.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART FOURTEEN]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader just wants to get out the house. Jervis has some few choice words.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. BACK FROM MY HIATUS! SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) He's fallen harder. Jervis is STRESSING. Jervis being an obsessive possessive whiney bastard. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Suggestive themes. They are in love guys everyone shhh. Controlling behavior. (Reader likes it) I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom @sweetlimeharvest @frenchfryqueen69

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - 'PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN' - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, - 'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

♫ “I want to get next to you. Yeah, I love all the things you do...” Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

It's the next day. You still haven't talked to him about the kiss, or about leaving to see your mom. You don't see why it would be a problem, but something gnaws at you that it's not the best idea. Oh well. You miss Tabitha. You miss Butch. You'll only be gone for a few hours, Jervis won't know. Fuck it.

You made sure to wake up abnormally early, and god, it hurts to get out of bed. You look at the clock. 4:00 AM. Jesus Christ.

You've planned this. In and out. For some reason, you don't want Jervis to know you're leaving. You just have this bad inkling tugging at you. What if he thinks your leaving to see your father? What if he thinks it's all a ploy? Find him, kiss him, oh- yeah, Jim Gordon is going to take you to Arkham. Sorry about that.

You shudder, grabbing your phone. You throw on some clothes you had to dig around to find. The amount of texts you've received has stayed the same. Selina was right. They were giving up hope. That makes you a bit sick to your stomach.

Swallowing, you open the door. It's still dark outside, and you try to be as quiet as possible. Will your mom even be up? Probably. Siren's is open 24/7. This is basically prime time.

You sneak down the stairs- until you see the faint candle light in the living room. What, did Jervis forget to put it out? Or is he still awake?

You place a hand over your mouth, scouting out the area like you're from some poorly made spy movie. For the amount of time you spend with Selina, you certainly aren't well versed in sneaking around.

When you think you're in the clear- you round the corner, before a voice sparks you out of your thoughts. You practically jolt.

"And just what do you think you're doing, my dear?"

He speaks smoothly, and you finally see him, whipping your head around. His body language is tight, legs crossed as he looks up at you through his lashes. His gaze never strays, as always. You hardly even register the question.

"...Mr. Tetch-" You breathe, clutching your phone. He interrupts.

"I thought we were passed formalities, dear." He raises a taunting eyebrow, cocking his head. Something in his voice sends chills down your spine.

"We are. Sorry," You attempt to sound as casual as possible. Shit. "What are you doing up this early?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I assume you were attempting to slip away in secret?" He rises from his seat in the room, coming out the shadows. "You know, you aren't making yourself look particularly trustworthy."

"What? I can't go for a morning stroll?" You shift.

He scoffs.

"A morning stroll? In the dead of night? You'd never wake up of your own accord so early," He continues to push, "Besides...you're a terrible liar. An awful actress."

His words border on a childish sneer. Rude.

You come off it.

"Look, I just wanted to see my mom, okay? Explain where I am...I don't know."

His gaze softens, but only a bit. You try to push out the thoughts of those same lips kissing your own hungrily. Fuck.

"You aren't a prisoner," He huffs, insulted. "But sneaking out of our home? At this hour?"

You begin to study him, you listen to his words. Our home. How...domestic. It's almost like he didn't kill the owners of it before you two shoved your way in to formulate revenge plots. You groan.

You decide to finally call it out. To just be blunt. Address the...elephant in the room.

"Is this about the kiss?"

There's a moment of silence. It's almost comical, to watch his expression. How it changes from a sneer, to confusion, to utter surprise. He looks like a flustered mess at your words, obviously not used to being called out.

"You-" He begins, but stops himself. He looks like he's going to be sick, and it almost elicits a chuckle out of you.

"I'm not avoiding you." You say, genuinely. You can see right through him. "Is that what you think?"

He breathes heavily. You aren't sure if it's embarrassment, or your bluntness on the exchange between you two. He stares at you, bewildered and ruffled.

Collecting himself, he finally speaks up.

"What am I supposed to think!?" It comes out in a weak snap, all bark no bite. But...it does scare you a bit. He stalks closer and closer on you, and you realize just how tall he is. "Look at you, little girl, running away like a thief in the night."

His voice is suddenly gentle as it trails off, and you feel your breath hitch as his finger comes beneath your chin, tilting your gaze up to him.

"So naive. So innocent. So ignorant." His voice is cutting, strangely degrading.

You look into his eyes, and you realize...he's scolding you. And you love it.

You feel warm all over, biting your lip. His eyes travel down to watch you tug it in between your teeth, and his gaze darkens almost instantly. You have the same effect on him, apparently.

"I wasn't avoiding you." You say, impossibly gentle. It's lowered to a whisper as you're backed against a wall. "I promise, Jervis...I promise." You take a hand to cradle his cheek. You watch as his touch-starved body immediately sinks into the touch, closing his eyes.

You swear you can feel his heart beating. His breath comes in quiet gasps as he drinks in your comforting presence. This is the most intimate you two must've been with anybody. It's real. It's reciprocated.

He still seems wary, unconvinced. He gazes up at you, eyes narrowing, but still soft. You forget all about your father. You forget all about revenge. Maybe Mr. Tetch is your sanctuary.

You wonder if this is what your mother felt for your dad. No wonder she went batshit crazy. You would too.

"You can come with me. To the club." You say, sincerely. You watch as his lips part, and the tension in his body melts away. "If you want."

A beat of silence, before that spark returns to him.

"...Perhaps I may have rushed to conclusions." He says simply, still begrudgingly. But you find yourself lighting up at him relenting. "May I?" He asks, holding out a hand for you to take.

He detaches himself from you, but not without difficulty. You take his hand in response.

There it is again. That jolt of electricity. That feeling of adoration.

You breathe a relieved sigh and let him drag you away.

[unpopularvivian]

My THREE Tobias Designs: (Lady Help Me)

Tobias (Original)

Usually, I don't really discuss about the niches and little details about my character designs. But Tobias haunts a special place in my heart and mind, so I decided to fully explain my thought process while designing the Greatest Ttte Villain Of All Time.

First off, for Tobias when he was a normal tram, I originally wanted to have some YK2 grunge to fit his moodier and nastier personality. But that ended up too modern for my liking and so I opted to have a "jock" style instead, which I ended up really liking because of how well it connects to his character: A demeaning bully who puts his brother down and views others as beneath him. He has a messy and sharp hairstyle which plays into the triangle shape language and has a short ponytail which is barely visible behind his back.

The golden ear piercing and the golden necklace around his neck are gifts given by Oliver along with the reddish-orange scarf and extra jacket around his waist. (He did not appreciate it though) There are bandages on his face, wrapped around his arms and legs since realistically, I think Tobias would have partaken in some dangerous behaviors and have gotten himself heavily injured in order to relief his temper. The gray glasses and bandanas around his legs are just fun things to add to his silhouette. Also, he has a lil ahoge. :3

Tobias (Reawaken)

Next up we got Tobias when he was imprisoned in Toby's body for 18 years and eventually released by Oliver. (The thing about Montague's original persona being Toby's persona was the only major nitpick I had so I reconned it to have Toby be another sibling of Oliver and Tobias. Rosalyn separated him from the other two trams since she had extremely bad experiences with Tobias. And yes, he still used to be Tabitha. I love old ftm men :3 :3 :3) And oh boy, we got a lot of changes here! First off, the hair. Since this is Toby's body that Tobias is inhabiting, the man said "fuck you" to the braided ponytail and ripped off the red rose on his head. He has different front, back hair and ponytail than Toby. The ahoge is relocated at the near back of his head.

Next up, we have these luscious and totally not creepy ass blue eyes with small ass pupils. I made the blue iris more blue than the original and the pupils are now cool anime ones. For the outfit, the bow is not even a bow anymore due to Tobias not knowing how to tie a bowtie for his life and is more wonky. Oh yeah! By the way, those sleeve garters that were around Toby's arms? Tobias' arms were too muscular and tore them into pieces. The colors are more dark and desaturated than Toby's, playing into the darker and grimmer persona of Tobias. Speaking of darker colors, the then-white shirt is now a light grey dress shirt. The sleeves of the brown suit are rolled up and Tobias still has the ol' reliable bandages! Yeah, the pants are.....Well: Ripped. The belt is holding onto hopes and dreams and some gray cloth are covering the top of the blackish-grey boots. (Tobias you are NOT a good doppelganger)

Tobias (Insane)

Sergeant? Do you see those even tinier and uncanny eyes staring at the center of your soul? Well, I do. And it makes me shit my pants. The hair is even longer and unkempt due to Tobias becoming a completely feral and killer monster at the near end of the film. The cracks, were the hardest part of this whole process. But to be fair, it was completely worth it because on how uneven it is; Selling the appearance of a villain who has completely lost their sanity even more! I tried making the smile as unnatural as I can but, this was all that I can do. :(

Yeah Tobias does not give any fucks about his appearance any more, you can ask that to the untied bowtie, the nearly sliced off suit and the very loose belt. And oh my, where did you get that crystal shoulder armor? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And-THOMAS YOUR BLOOD IS STAINED ON THE BANDAGES OF YOUR KILLER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Okay, not trying not to think about Thomas' death, the gray shirt has a little piece that is hanging out and slightly covering the belt. And the pants....Oh my god....The pants are utterly ruined forever.... But hey! Tobias got some cool punk-looking boots now! :DDDDD

I was originally going to make a fanmade fourth design but I lost way too many brain cells in the process of making Tobias and now I need to recharge them. 🥲🥲🥲

But hope you guys enjoy these designs as much as I did!

Tobias jumpscare lol

[opinated-user]

i saw the new video of LO "shock has lost it's value" so you don't have to

because LO claims that other people have covered up the topic of both Postals and Hatred better than her (with a cheeky recognition that she has plagiarized so many people before, but she's self aware so you aren't allowed to bring it up i guess), so the entire video is actually going to be about the coffin of andy and leyley with a small section of the other two. it's not because she wanted to talk about the incest videogame more than anything else. of course no. she was forced to do it because she just prefers to refer to the people who did a better job than her before.

indeed, no other intentionally offensive games has ever appeared since Postal and Hatred. there has been 0 cases until the incest game. if you know anything about the indie game scene, you already know how offensively ignorant this is.

LO calls the incest game a visual novel. it's not. it's literally categorized like an RPG game because it was made on an engine for RPG games. you can literally see that on the steam page that she keeps flashing on the screen. is this a small issue? absolutely. but it bothers me all the same because LO's the one who decides to talk about this game. is really too much of a burden to just know what genre is the game you're talking about? how i'm supposed to believe you when you talk as an authority about this game?

LO still tries to treat cannibalism as a the worst taboo ever, over incest... and i honestly don't know what is even the point? i know that for LO there's really nothing wrong about incest, but are you really helping your case by trying to say "at least it isn't cannibalism, that's worse"? normal people don't do this, LO.

the jabs at the artstyle by saying "this is a conglomeration of every edgy teen girl" really bother me because at least this is a creative work. at least this the work of an artist that they made with their own hands, instead of exploiting a spouse with no paid only to receive subpar art where anatomy and colors go to die. it's also just a girl with messy hair and black clothing...? besides the messy hair, that's you, LO. you keep putting your characters in muddy dark clothing because that's what you always have. it's just unnecesary.

when LO makes a comment about how weird is that these two siblings share a bedroom in a crummy small apartment, she flashes three novels with incest themes on them: forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma, flawed by Kate Avelyn and flowers in the attic by V.C. Andrews, that we all have established before LO either didn't read at all or didn't understood at all. before finishing this video she talked about writing "the goth version of flowers in the attic". flowers in the attick is already gothic literature. goth is a music genre, not a literary one. i won't let that go because it reminds me how deeply and proudly ignorant this woman is, and still has the gall to pat herself in the back for it.

all the "alabama" jokes are so tiring and boring. even more boring because LO is canadian and therefore completely disconnected from the culture that made those jokes, so you know the only reason she's making them at all is because she saw americans doing it.

a little rant about how you can't diagnose a character or youtubers with mental health disorders because people have been sued with defamations suits over it. i agree that you can't diagnose real people, that is unethical. however leyley is a fictional character. we can talk about how kids can't be diagnosed with personality disorder or how she doesn't really fit the criteria for this or that mental illness, but it's not and will never be the same to try to diagnose her as to do it to a real human being.

there's a part where LO says that the story of the incest game doesn't face her by showing a panel of pokemadhouse where... i assume Lizzy? is yelling insults to CLO through the phone while CMO asks "who's talking to you like that? that isn't your ex, is it?" and because it's just that one panel, i imagine that it is. so the implication would be that LO doesn't care about the cannibalism or the implications of incesy (shocking, right?), but the moment in which the siblings are mean to each other and insult one another, that's when she can't take it because she had ex that yelled insults to her.... i guess. idk.

"kill your abusers, Andrew, it's good for you." unless they have children just at the right age as your sibling when you first started molesting them all those years ago. then forgive your abusers, Andrew. silence their victims too, just so you have a chance at a new incestuous love.

reference to the folgers incest add. not even chuckled.

these are the reason why someone would want to kill leyley

replace brother with younger sibling and you got it, some classic LO projection. but you're still entirely wrong on one thing, LO. nobody wants to kill you and you know that too. just admit that you're a incestuous abuser that needs high, minor, medium large and extensive actual real therapy.

13. LO remarking on how weird the game treating the two siblings arguing as "lovers spat" is so weird because she's the one who treated Courtney calling her out as a bitter ex. even down to keep talking bad about the ex of Courtney that he had when abandoning their parent's house, calling him an "actual pedophile" despite their age gap being just two years.

14. so she knows how weird it is to keep talking about her sibling in sexual context. she knows how bad it is to make jokes about Courtney being raped. she knows how obssesive and toxic she has been since Courtney spoke out... and she still does it. proudly. i know i'm saying nothing new here, but LO is a really bad person. not because she does bad things without knowing, but because she does them knowing.

15. LO is relating the story of the game completely skipping the part in which you can have the siblings... not commit any incest at all. yes, the weird implication were there from the start, but weird implications aren't actual incest regardless of how uncomfortable they can make individual people. you have to actually go out of your way to reach that path. she's presenting it as if this was a clear linear story path and it's not, and i have a suspicion that is the point of the game that LO is completely missing. that these two are horrible toxic characters, but ultimately they still have a choice on how their relationship can become and you as a player can get them there or not. because one thing she didn't mention either is that this story is devided in chapters and there's still others coming, so this is an incomplete story. i'm not the dev or anything like that, but if i have to guess anything about the plot my idea is that this whole story can only end in tragedy and probably neither of the siblings will survive. it's your choice as a player if that end includes actually touching your sibling or not. i guess we all know which ending LO would prefer. but it still bothers me because there's a reason why the dev made it a choice at all instead of just a inevitable part of the story. there's a reason why you can skip that and i won't claim to know what is that reason, but ignore that just so you can posture is still so gross for me.

16. "the artstyle of a potterhead that watched Black Butler"????????????? what does this even mean???? plus. LO, do you really want to play that game? do you really want to keep bashing people with anime inspired artstyles when pokemadhouse is literally just that + your own terrible ideas of what "correct proportions" is supposed to be? do you think i haven't noticed that it has been a while since you displayed your avatar in any of your videos? the one that was made for free by your wife and everyone called out as being clearly anime inspired? were you tired of being calling you out the obvious hypocrisy everytime you made those "jokes" or did you get tired of pretend like you liked it in the first place?

17. "i have seen more shocking content". i know. you were the one who brought rape lay and a game about touching the bodies of underaged characters in your video about SVTFOE. i didn't even know about the last one until i reverse searched the image you put out. and yet, you still couldn't think of bringing any other example of "shocking content" to clickbait people with on the thumbnail that two games that people stopped talking about years ago. more than that... what do you think you're doing insisting "this doesn't shock me" with this game? has it ever occured to you that it's main goal is not to shock you? has that ever being declared as being the main goal on any of this? did it never occured to you that the author has a story to tell? even while giving your summary of the whole game to pad the run time and trick people into thinking you have anything to say (seriously, the summary alone is almost half of this video lol). this is exactly like when you insisted that Disney was to blame for creating "romantic chemistry" between Anna and Elsa, but then had the audacity to say that the fandom was the one who was gross while the movie itself was "lovely" (even though you believed it to have "accidental" incest so... you were the one saying a story about incestuous sister was lovely. what a surprise.) the thing is, it's not making you look tough, clever or even "knowledgeable" to say "see this narrative about toxic siblings who cannabilize people doesn't shock". the knowledgeable is already shot with how very little do you know the indie game scene, or the gaming community in general, that you can only think of three games in decades who have shocking content. insisting that this story only looks to shock people and you weren't shocked doesn't say anything about the story itself. it just tells me how boring you're that you believe it makes you interesting you saw more "shocking" content before. 18. "by the way my askbox was filled about this game i expected more." oh. you're not going to say why people started to bring out to you the game that became infamous because of the incest? you're not going to even try to mention how or why incest media just coincidentally, totally against your will, keeps appearing around you? i guess we're also going to ignore how those "hundreds" of ask were... three or four asks that all write and type exactly the same as you. one of them coming from one of your own know sockpuppet accounts. 19. "this game promotes itself as one thing and turns out that is about another." sounds similar to promoting a webcoming as a "slice of lice about a pokemon trainer living in her home with wacky characters", but then you just had to add child molestation with mind altering consequences, quasi incest and rampant abuse apologia of actual immoral monsters. at least the incest game is honest about it being horror. it doesn't try to sell itself as a "wholesome" story about anything, like someone i know.

20. now that i think about it, she only complains about the artstyle when she has Ashley on inscreen. she doesn't say anything about Andrew despite being the same artstyle? she keeps making jabs at how ashley is "not like other girls", about how she thinks she's "quirky" and it's just weird to me that she only does that for her, but nobody else in the game. 21. LO does really goes into a very long diatribe about the kind of mindset that Ashley has, about how the puzzles are actually great, about how it explores the psychology of these characters... and still keeps insisting that there's nothing else about the game. the math isn't mathing. does it have any depth or it doesn't? also that constant "why the rest of the game couldn't be like this".... because the puzzles wouldn't have any meaning at all without the story? isn't that an obvious enough response? 22. "the easiest path to get past incestuous attractiong is being willing to do so." oh. and i guess you're the expert on that one, LO. do you actually not understand how alarming those phrases come off? nobody normal talks like this, LO, i'm sorry i have to be the one to tell you. nobody talks like having incestuous attraction is just as common as having general trauma. not even Courtney does that and you're the one who claims that he's obsessed with you! pity you clearly still haven't moved past that or you'd stop publishing rape jokes about your sister. 23. "this is a game about two awful people and we see them get worse." yes. that is a compelling narrative for people. if nothing else, for the watching a trainwreck effect. some people want to see the world burn in a safe environment where nobody actually gets hurt, as in fiction. it might not be interesting for you (who has more an issue about them being mean and snapping to each other than to them being incestuous mutually, btw), but that is something people find interesting. sometimes people like different things and you don't liking them doesn't mean anything about the quality of the thing. kids in fifth grade understand this already. 24. LO said that Ashley is made of a bunch of anime tropes and Pearl is actually the better version of those tropes. i'm just going to leave that out there and the world can decide what to do with it.

25. "i missed this part of the footage and i had to stole it, i'm not playing that again". wait, who did you steal it from? did you asked permission at least? i don't see any credit or anything. if you use gameplay footage from someone else, yes, it's the bare minimum type of courtesy ask for permission and then credit them. this is the same thing when you use fanart of people who didn't made for you. that's still the work of someone else. LO just flat out admitted that she stole footage from someone else.

26. LO boldly claim that the writing of the game is wrong because Ashley is the main character and she doesn't have a lot of deph... while at the same time saying that Andrew (the one who... also appears in the title of the game?) has. LO still doesn't understand the concept of co-protagonist, does she?

27. then it follows a long diatribe about a movie about some guy and a girl who go in a rampage because American Idol. i didn't pick up the name but... good on LO for finally referencing something else that isn't SU or Star Wars.

still too long and she just gets lost on her sauce so much that i don't even know what is her point anymore. 28. just about in general... it's rich how LO says that Ashley being a violent person or the man on that movie being violent makes them pathetic and boring, when she was the one who claimed she kicked a online stalker in front of her building and stabbed some MAGA guy in the streets. not to mention the woman who adviced to children that they should bash the heads of their bullies with the heaviest object they can find. i don't even disagree that people who take pride in being unhinged violent dangerous peoeple are not that interesting as they thing themselves to be. but LO's very much one of those people. that's why she keeps writing her "obviously heroic" OC starwars killing people left and right without facing any consequences.

29. "amab siblings being abused by afab sibling is not a story that is often taken seriously, and believe me i know that from personal experience." said the woman who bragged for years about beating the shit out of her younger sibling and leaving them crying on the floor after punching them in the gut 15 times. again, your only real concrete examples of Courtney "abusing you" is: burned your pokemon cards when kids and didn't want to play with you. that's what you publicly and openly have claimed as examples of Courtney being abusive to you. you yourself haven't really bothered to explain anymore of this "abuse". can you really blame people when they doubt that claim? especially when you have been cuaght in so many other lies before? no, LO, the reason people believe Courtney over you is not because you're amab and he's afab. it's because you have done nothing else but give out red flags since you first became online and keep giving out more everytime you even talk about Courtney. Courtney's story fits you like a glove. yours look like trying to put a glove into a foot.

(just like your story of claiming to have survived cancer last year, btw) 30. "the people who like this game think they're on the outside, but there's nothing more inside than someone selling what you like in retail"... is LO actually comparing an indie game, made in RPG maker, by a solo person, with mainstream gaming? if she is, that is an insult to the intelligence of everyone who had to hear it and i feel like i lost braincells for it. it's so utterly and obviously wrong that i'm actually speechless. this is like comparing Ib, another RPG maker games that people adored and has a cult classic, with Final Fantasy or even Mario. the indie scene is miles different than the mainstream gaming scene. i can't believe this is something i have even to say.

31. "it has never been an easier time to become a publisher author or an indie developer for that matter." indeed. because there's an indie scene for it. because people can selfpublish. and neither of those people has the same mass appeal, power or influence as mainstream media that is back up by an actual company. LO acts as if the fact people can make money out of their creations that puts them on the same level as professionals who're hired to do those jobs. no, LO. when you were creating those boring RPG games in which you gave people NSFW works of ponies as a reward for breaking the minds of character, you weren't a dev on the same value as the guy who made the games you liked. you were just a boring adult with a porn addiction and some minor knowledge of coding. nothing else. 32. "the only way to make a dark story effective is when you make it in earnest, when you have the characters happy to do it but you know it's the worst thing to them" wait. wait. wait. is this LO saying that the only issue that she has with the incest game... is that it's not more open and gleeful about the incest? i think that's what she's saying. i actually don't know what other conclusion i'm supposed to take from it. when she talks about the game showing the post incest scene, she goes "finally! we can stop dancing around this like we did the last four hours." so the issue is not the incest, it's that the people involved aren't joyful and happy about it. it's that the incest isn't more cover and came sooner.

like in Frozen. my earlier point was right then. her only real issue is that the siblings are mean to each other, not that they could fuck each other. i guess i'm not really surprised out of the woman who called the incestuous relationships "the purest form of love that there can be." this is exactly what i mean when i say that Courtney's story fits you. because only someone who only views incest as positive would say something like that and let that be their conclusion about the incest game. 33. this is a personal nitpick, but i especially do not like how LO insist that you can't make horror out of a tragedy. just say that you never read horror or even understand what horror is. almost the entire filmography of Mike Flanagan is horror that is about familial tragedy at it's core: the tragedy of losing family, the tragedy of chosing power over love, the tragedy of trauma, the tragedy of religion, etc, etc. tragedy is at the core of many beautiful works of horror. hereditary is about a cult interferring with a family, but also it's about grief, generational trauma and the tragedy of these character being destroyed by it all. 34. the conclusion is officially just salad words about how anime is bad, how animation that is "dark and mature" is bad, how everyone is wrong about everything and she's always right. something about jeffrey dahmer, the series and the people talking about it was disrespectful to the victims and their families... i don't know why. to try to say again smugly "this isn't shocking, this is just bad"? i do find funny how she spend at least 10 minutes of this video total saying "this doesn't shock me, this is boring to me, i have seen more shocking stuff", while she ends up saying about how the people who claim were not affected by the jeffrey dahmer show and wanted more gore are pathetic losers. she just keeps describing herself and insulting herself alone. nobody cares that incest doesn't shock you, LO. we know that already, it's part of the allegations. you're not helping your case confirming that we're right.

35. so in the minute 43: 54 flashes this screenshot:

for the record i censored the user. LO didn't. LO openly just published this screenshot from a random user and claim that they're lying about being a incest survivor. LO just grabbed a innocent person who never interacted with her, who never said a word about her, exposed their name for her entire audience to go find and harass and she just erased whatever trauma this person could be dealing with. again, LO doesn't know this person. the only post of them that LO could have seen is this one. and this one is enough to convince LO that they're lying about their trauma only to get a pass for shipping two characters. this is despicable behavior. if i have to convince you of how this bad it is, then i can't help you, because i think it should be plenty of an explanation.

i'm not going to bother with the rest. i'm done. this was a waste of time and a disgusting one at that only used to keep making her little pity part about Courtney for having the gall of not being happily incet with her. don't watch the video directly from her, download it with any of the link on my pin or any other method. don't go search that user. don't bother anyone LO mentioned.

[moosha-mushroom]

He is the CEO of Kakos Industries. He urges you to Do Evil Better. He can’t participate in sleepwalking-based activities. He sits in the recording booth barefoot. He shot his soundman in the dick. His soundman shot him in the leg, aiming for his dick. His favorite celebration is Halloween. He dresses up as Krampus each Yule. He is sexually repressed. He avoids people if their name is Tabitha. He doesn’t understand babies. He doesn’t believe in an afterlife. He probably has a panic disorder. He has a tendency to overthink things. He likes a woman in charge. He wears tight clothing. He doesn’t like nail polish because it’s a sensory thing. He threatens you every single episode. He sometimes creeps on couples he finds cute. He has so many rivals. He thought he was moss once. Dark auras surrounded him for a while. He plays table top roleplaying games. He sometimes helps couples get back together. His favorite department is all about boring things. He has a submersible he just… takes out to a lake sometimes. He was in a war. He loves the Division of Kaiju Monster Battles. He has a tenuous yet sweet relationship with a highly intelligent monster who takes care of a bunch of genetically modified babies. He thinks highly of his grandfather. He hasn’t taken an heir. He is in a somewhat non-committal relationship with a cult leader(but don’t worry, they’re really cute together) He had a robot constantly trying to ‘protect’ him. He really wants a monster arm. His employees make fun of him. He was deemed unsexy for a time. He appreciates the ritual of dumping random shit outside Kakos Industries for someone who never picks them up. He tried solving a murder that didn’t happen. He was a queen for a bit, but that didn’t last. He gaslit someone during the apocalypse and sent them to their death. He really enjoys going on vacation. He lost his memory for a bit. He thinks his soundman is his most loyal ally. He is bisexual as shit. He is the most evil thing in the known universe.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Could we get descriptions of the human characters, any original designs, and any differences the animatronics have from canon designs in Home and when any appearances may have changed throughout the story? I wanna draw some events from the books but I'm kinda blind to character descriptions in stories unfortunately.

Sure thing!

Mike stands about average height and is of athletic build. Like, not ripped, but he runs regularly and stays in shape almost getting himself killed all the time. He has sharp, blue eyes and black hair that's usually styled to look a little unkept. He has a mild tanned skin tone.

Jeremy stands slightly shorter than Mike and also has blue eyes, and almost always is seen wearing his glasses. His hair is blond and goes to about his neck. He has a pale skin tone and his features are a bit more softer.

Fritz stands a couple inches taller than Mike and Jeremy. He has brunette hair that's kept short, brown eyes, and usually keeps some stubble on his chin. He has a darker skin tone from Mike- I suppose dark tan is sort of the best way to describe it. Mature but friendly features. Dips from having "worked all night" rings under his eyes to a "slept fine" lack of them, and back and forth.

Natalie looks pretty much exactly like Vanessa. I don't know how that ended up happening, but it did. 👀

Initially, Scott's physical description was kept majorly up to interpretation for the reader, but since then he's sort of turned into a brunette with hazel eyes. He has visible but faded scars on his cheeks and across his body from his accident. He lost his lower right leg and wears a prosthetic, though is usually covered by his pants. He frequently wears cardigans and sweaters, slacks, comfortable and soft clothing. He wears glasses when he works and reads, but doesn't require them elsewise.

When CGHA began, Scott looked especially weary and was taking poor care of himself. Living as a recluse and showing such by usually existing in a bathrobe and staying unkept. By the time of GHIAB, Scott is consistently cleaned up and looks healthier.

Louise stands a little taller than Natalie, usually because she wears heels. She has a soft, heart-shaped face and slender but curvy build. Though initially introduced with brown hair, she dyed it red during Halloween and has kept it that way since. She tends to wear skirts and dresses with matching nails and makeup.

Tabitha is a middle aged woman with short brown hair and is frequently seen with a 'I'm done with this world' look on her face. She has a heart-shaped face that matches Louise's, but not as youthful or full.

Chrissy has wavy or semi-curled blond hair and big blue eyes. If that sounds similar to Susie from Pizzeria Simulator, that was in fact another Natalie-Vanessa situation. XD Though Chrissy's hair is not nearly as curled and is more naturally tussled.

All of Charlie's friends stick pretty close to their graphic novel versions.

Gregory looks the same as in Security Breach and while Cassie hasn't appeared yet (in case you're curious), she will have her cutout design.

Ness is a pale woman with shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. She has body proportions very similar to that woman who's been running around in a bunny suit, which is probably a coincidence.

Okay, now with the major humans out of the way, onto the animatronic changes!

Marionette looks a lot like canon Mari. The only difference is that his neck is a little shorter- though later versions of the Puppet shortened the neck anyways. XD

Foxy looks relatively similar to Fnaf 1/Fnaf AR Foxy. The only difference being that as of the middle of CGHA, Foxy was repaired. He no longer has a tear in his chest and now has fabric over his hand, but still has his hook. Foxy has fabric lower legs and feet that he wears during showtime, but he takes them off when he's not on the clock. His shorts have been repaired and during work hours he can be seen wearing a green pirate coat (the pirate coat from Captain Foxy's Dark Ride in Help Wanted).

Security Puppet Charlie looks a little softer than Pizzeria Simulator Security Puppet. Originally she was supposed to just be that same one, but I keep imagining her with a head and face that's a little close to Mari's in shape, though still with the rounder eyes. The cuteification of Charlie.

Baby originally looked like Scrap Baby, but over the course of AFLH she was repaired. Having plates replaced and repainted to look more like a complete version of Scrap Baby. In GHIAB, Baby took down her pigtail wires and changed them into a low ponytail (to regain her own identity) and then began to wear a small hat. The hat is a refurbished Freddy had, covered in red crushed velveteen with an orange band and a feather, and is a gift from Scott.

Ennard originally looked very much like normal Ennard, though a little more put together. His hands resemble the ones from Ennard's Help Wanted cutout picture instead of the knotted wires like in Sister Location. At the end of AFLH, Ennard got shot in his right eye and had to replace it with a yellow one, with his left remaining blue.

As of GHIAB, Ennard was gifted a technician suit styled to look like a clown costume. Because I'm feeling lazy, here's the exact design from the chapter-

"It looked like the coat a ringleader would wear, though green in color and without coattails. Golden colored buttons lined two rows in the front, with a zipper hidden under an edge of fabric between them. The collar was a deeper, emerald color and edged with sequins that matched the buttons. The sleeve's cuffs matches the collar, but with an edge of a white frill lining it.

The pants had one leg green and the other yellow and were made out of a slightly stretchier material, but otherwise looked like normal pants. There were a pair of new work gloves and boots in the bottom. These were relatively simple compared to everything else, just forest green to somewhat match the theme of the rest. There was a velveteen red ribbon in the bottom, likely to be tied in a bow."

Balloon Boy is in the Little Joe body from Sister Location instead of his old BB body due to concept unification.

Springtrap looks a little less deteriorated than he did in Fnaf 3 because of the time difference.

The last notable animatronic change/appearance is Jake.

Jake is the old Sun. So, his body resembles Sunnymoon's except greyed out due to his lack of glow. Jake wears the Stitchwraith's mask, of which a lone blue eye peeks through, and his tattered black coat (which is often equated to a trash bag like material). Underneath his mask, his face is damaged from having parts removed. His pants are tattered and cut short, and his lower leg has been replaced with an endoskeleton one off of the old Stitchwraith body.

...And yes, that does look vaguely similar to Eclipse. XD That was another one of my patented random fnaf predictions, lol.

I hope that covered everyone! If not, drop me a line and I'll add more! ^_^

[ozbian]

Skaldova episode 1

skallll-DOOOO-VAAAA

Jake's going with DM

Murphy teasing an extra deep and gravelly voice

Emily being mysterious, voice is slightly sing-song

Caldwell going loud and jovial with like a showman's accent

Scheduling change! 2 weeks of campaign and one week of bonus content (good idea to give a little cushion what with the new baby and the new baby)

skal-DOo-VA

Jake intro, post apocalypse, low magic, rich v poor, fuck the nobles across the bay, Mud Town on Steel Bay

'Leviathan Inn' I like it, dingy, giant fish jaw, 4 choices of drink - light, dark,smoky,sweet

Rorick Farflung the innkeeper, I do love how Jake does surnames

Fuck I love a shore town

Boggy Roger - Caldwell, talkative, lumbering mossy mound, from mosslands, piercing blue eyes and a beard under a hat

Boggy's Buds were a capering outlaw band that threw parties and brewed peat spirits, some fish lord killed them all, vengeance pact, looking for more Buds.

Zudrick of the Murder - rusty dark souls knight gone mad, anime sword, bag of something bloody for dinner, accompanied by crows (the Murder I suppose - sick) Must be Vigilant in the Night.

Keeps coming to the inn and ordering water only

Welly Hamden - Emily outside trying to pitch a tent amidst the crows, disgraced knight Order of the Oaken Oar, cherubic face, crown braid, barnacle plate, green tabard with river pebbles, heron feather behind her ear, bark bound folio

Edgar Tabitha Salem Sabrina - The Murder

Ooh PvP threatened very quickly lol, don't touch the Birbs

Zudrick and Welly bond over the teetotalling

Welly says Chastity and purity are two of her five knightly virtues - five seems like so many. She is in sharp contrast to this world

Mystery bloody sack is a deer! Zudrick didn't think this hunting thing through

Welly was brought up in a court and thinks dressing a deer means to clothe it ... Oh she's fresh out of court isn't she, of course she is she was setting up a tent next to an inn

Welly: Oh! Guts!

Boggy comes in to save the day with the deer

Jake politely indicating that this behavour is unacceptable by having bystanders run away

God Drop! "as sure as The Ender comes for us all"

Welly latching onto the Buds and not taking Zudrick's hints to drop it

Bud Names! - Longest Tom, Sister Bix, Dandy O'Candles, Flute Boy, Crunchems, William Shits, Lady Linnebeth (love how it reads like some of the Council of Elders)

All slain or taken while Boggy was chasing a haunted deer

Aww they all want people

Zudrick is a delight

Zudrick: you can pay for drinks with sonnets here.

ngl I like the job jar

two more gods dropped - Welly is pledged to the Lodestar and the Ender and the Hilt

Zudrick trying to take care of Welly and keep her out of trouble, this is cute

"Hilt's Balls" we have a swear!

Black Lace elixir made by hermits, the Scared Ones, getting it from somewhere else, there was an expedition to find the source but they haven't come back, mission to find the expedition and extra for the source

Age of Stories

Gods War 200 yrs ago

Castle that no one leaves alive

Oh hell yes I love a singing Caldwell character

The gods are gone and Welly believe they're coming back if people keep their souls pure

(Oh was Welly's fall due to a 'dirty sonnet' I wonder, maybe some sordid stories written of the royalty, in some unfamiliar romantic constellation?)

Boggy is a bit obsessed with peat huh

Steel Hawk Fighter Zudrick

Zudrick a soldier who walked away from war because he was tired, then went and made some crow friends

Crows and Herons as opposites

Welly kissed Guinevere's hand and had a 'carnal release' and wrote an 'indecent sonnet' and other knights found it and read it aloud to everyone including Guinevere's betrothed ... So Welly exiled herself

come-patriots oh no

I like the Salt Market

driftwood temple to who I wonder

Welly is a Rune Knight, runes are the writing of the gods

Herb's 'Erbs and Teas and Tonics oh my ... Herb went from happy burpy drunk to scared burpy drunk

Welly can do a little disguise self and is willing to be a little sneaky for the good of the mission

Boggy concerned with respecting alcohol, also interesting, uses a bow

Forge Time! Handstrong, good Jake name, and apprentice Teemo

the shopkeepers all have pretty distinct voices a+

No such thing as evil

Castle's in a Cave okay, fun dungeon

Welly and Teemo bonding is cute

Iron ring with sigils - star, T and leafless tree, for lodestar, ender and hilt

T could be a stylised crow?

Herons represent the beginning and crows represent death

PVP again, Zudrick pretending to go down lmao

New swear "Ender's Chin"

This poor teen guarding the horses

Oh I wonder if Emily has created some courtly dances based on herons

Humans get heroic inspo, so Boggy confirmed human despite the peat attachment and hidden facial features

Poor herb can't catch a break

Jake says they'll need to make deception or stealth to not be noticed...

Welly biffed it so she just runs for it and the other two follow

One of the guards voice breaks, the salt market is like a mall running on underpaid teens

Zudrick thinks about how he'd usually kill these guards and follows Welly's lead to run ... planking on the horse

Boggy moons the guards and runs as well

Welly almost takes his lead but gets shy and Boggy warns about the doffing rules lol

And they're off and away! Guards didn't stand a chance

(Jake gets to brew consequences for when they inevitably have to return for the money)

[normallyxstranger]

WITCHES/WARLOCKS

The following info is copied/pasted from BESTIARY. All creatures, species, etc. are based on various folklore, mythology, and my personal canon with various media influences. Information is not complete and is a constant work-in-progress. Further updates can be found at the above link.

Pertains to the following characters:

Victor Foster

Mara Foster

Andy Foster

Vinnie Foster

Wren Ashley

Tabitha Ashley

Neoma Myles

Danica Franklin

Mason Davis

Alexandra Cappello

Bernice Dolan

Ree

People who are born of a magical family with inherent magical talents are known as witches. If your mother was a witch, or your father was a witch (in some cases both) and you were born with magical abilities–you’re a witch too–regardless of gender.

Those who are born without magic or from a non-magical line but learns how to perform spells can also be called a witch, but they are generally not as powerful, nor have family connections. There are, however, always exceptions to this. Someone who has learned magic can also call themselves a wizard or sorcerer though it’s not that common.

Witches possess a range of many different inherent abilities. These talents tend to pass from parent to child in varying degrees of potency. Powers and skills vary between individual witches and even family groups. One talent that all witches possess is basic spellcraft and it can be learned even by those born without magic.

Witches from magical families are considered human, but in addition to magical talent, they possess longevity. They are certain not immortal and are susceptible to human weaknesses, but they age much slower and tend to live longer. A typical lifespan can be up to 150 years, though there are very few who live so long.

Many hereditary witches form covens, and many of these covens are connected among the communities. Some of these covens act as governing bodies to the magical world–they try to keep dangerous practitioners at bay and there are covens completely devoted to managing and correcting magical mishaps within the community. Most covens prefer to keep themselves secret to the outside world for fear of persecution. They tend to operate as schools, academies, safe houses, halfway houses, institutions, charities, and the like as a cover for what they really are. 

Some witches and their covens do not fear persecution and are completely open to the public eye–but they tend to be dismissed as religious organizations, or else not taken seriously. Any persecution received from the outside world is usually easily taken care of with a few redirection spells.

There are some branches of magic, some abilities, spells, rituals that are more difficult and require more power. Such talents include necromancy. 

A note on warlocks:

Warlock does not exclusively refer to a male or masculine witch. The term warlock  is from the Old English wǣrloga meaning “oathbreaker” or “deceiver”. Warlocks are witches of a morally gray or dark conscience. They have either betrayed fellow witches before, or have done terrible things within the community. Their power is usually very dark, very concentrated, and they have no scruples in using it for their own purposes. Warlocks are not always considered evil, but they do have those tendencies more often than not.

A note on necromancy:

Raising the dead is not as simple as just chanting a spell and raising a body. It generally requires a sacrifice, a balance, and is one reason why it is considered taboo. It is difficult to do. If a ritual involving necromancy fails, the deceased will return wrong–as a zombie, or even as a revenant, bound to the witch’s will. While this may be the goal of some, it is generally viewed as a failure of true necromantic talent.

Rituals involving necromancy could be both mundane and grotesque, but almost always elaborate–often involving talismans, incantations, magic circles, candles, symbols, and wands. The necromancer might wear the clothes of the deceased, sit for days without moving, or even mutilate and eat corpses as a way to call out to the other side. They may choose melancholy locations that were well-suited to their guidelines, like the home of the deceased subject, a church, or a dark graveyard. All of these morbid practices were just the warm-up for the eventual summoning of the spirit. To raise a physical body from the other side, the process had to occur within so many years of death (the sooner the better) otherwise the necromancer would only be able to evoke the ghost, not the real person. Corpses older than a few years can still be resurrected–it just requires a great deal more power. A sacrifice, or balance of some kind (life for a life) is required to raise a body completely from the dead.

A note on Witches of Scintil:

Witches are the most common species in Scintil (see LOCALES & ORGANIZATIONS) They are humanoid with magical talents, but they are non-human. They may look entirely human but they are not. Specific abilities often run in family groups or clans, though not always. Ree is one such example.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 23 -- Neil

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 23 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Sex Toys with Neil x M!Six

Yay, Neil! Another supermutant who is just so damn interesting to write for and think about! Just... his relationship with humans as a whole is complicated, I think, so it was fun to try and explore how he'd go about being in a relationship with one.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! <3

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Sex Toys, fingering, anal fingering, dildos, size difference, lube, kissing, hand job, frottage, cum shot, a teensy bit of aftercare.

Words: 2.1k

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“Come on, human. If you really want this, you’re going to have to show me how much.” 

Six’s eyes watered as he rode his partner’s thick fingers. From this angle, he couldn’t see Neil’s face, couldn’t see the way his warm eyes raked down his smaller frame, taking in the slickness of his sweat over his smooth skin, the light play of muscle in his back, the endearing little jiggle of his ass. 

The vast differences between the two of them might’ve meant ruin, for other couples maybe, but for Six and Neil… Their uniqueness didn’t end in disagreement, but in compliment. Where Neil was stern, Six brought levity, where the mutant was tall and strong, Six was… well, human sized, and he was cunning and light footed, Six was hopeful, optimistic, spontaneous, and Neil grounded him, through his lifetime of experience, the hell he’s been through, what he’s heard people say about him, how the world has chosen to treat him– his kind, and Six made it… bearable. 

Who would���ve thought a human would be able to influence him so. 

He did though, Six did influence him. 

The courier was doing it now, with Neil’s name on his breath, with his hands grasping to the mutant’s huge thighs as he ground down against his still-clothed bulge with a desperate goal in mind. 

I will take him. One day. 

I'll be with him... wholly.

Six’s brows creased together as his hips continued their grinding. He felt sweat trickle down his spine from the effort, from the stretch of him. 

Of just his fingers. 

The thought had him swallowing down a whimper. 

“If you can’t take this, what makes you think–”

“I’m trying.” Six managed between breaths, and felt his back arch at the way Neil’s digits curled against the walls of his ass. 

“Care to– fuck, help me out?” 

He couldn’t relax, not the way he knew he was meant to, the way Neil had gotten him to the last night they’d done this. There was still a ways to go, the file cabinet drawer he’d peeked into at the start of the night had reminded him. 

Multiple colors, textures, and of course sizes. 

Tabitha hadn’t been good for much, but she had been good for something.  

After a few rounds of terse boiling, Neil had deemed the array of dildos safe for his partner, but even still… that didn’t mean his partner was able to take them all yet. 

A rumble sounded behind him, and Six’s hips rolled of their own accord with the jostling of Neil’s chuckle. 

“As you say, human.” 

The mutant’s dark hand, his free one, evidently, appeared in Six’s line of sight. The broad mit went directly to his half-hard cock, giving it a rousing squeeze that had Six gasping for air and more all at once. Immediately, his hips picked up their pace, and he felt his ass give a vise-like clench over his partner’s fingers. 

“Hmm, effective. I’ll keep this in mind.” 

As though he didn’t know the effect his hand on my cock would have on me. 

Six could’ve rolled his eyes, if they weren’t already in the back of his skull. Throaty moans were leaving him now, as Neil’s rough hand massaged his cock, and as his fingers made a scissoring motion within him, stretching his walls further with each forceful undulation. 

“T-that’s it, Neil, that’s–” 

His own groan interrupted him as the pads of Neil’s fingers pressed to that sensitive place deep, deep inside. Six’s hold on his partner’s thighs clenched tighter, his own spread legs squeezed at Neil’s waist, and his his stuttering hips ground harder into the mutant’s steadily growing bulge. 

“I’d say we’re close enough now, hm?”

Six didn’t answer, only his walls bore down on Neil's digits and his grinding grew more desperate, but that was voice enough for him. 

In the next instant, Neil began to ease his fingers out, and he pulled his other hand away from Six’s cock at the same time. 

“Wha-? Neeeeil…” It came out an embarrassing whine that had the mutant laughing once again. 

“Go on.” He urged, ignoring the human’s complaint with a fond look on his face and a playful swat of his hand over his ass. 

A huff escaped him, but still, Six felt a giddy little jump from his stomach to his throat, as he slid off the bed and approached the file cabinet. 

“The one on the left should do it. That bluish color, I think.” 

Six’s eyes scanned the collection of phalluses, his mouth growing dry with each unique shape, with the increasing sizes, until his gaze set upon the recommended one. 

“Y-you sure?” 

“I know you, Six.” Neil’s voice was actually reassuring, genuine affection brimming at the surface of his words as he spoke softly from his place on the bed. “I know you can handle it. I’ll be here for you all the way.” 

A sigh left him, and then Six reached for the dildo. The… object was heavy, solid, shaped like a human man, thankfully, and not one of those  Yao Guais-cock-looking toys, but still… It was awfully large, easily wider than three of Six’s fingers around, and probably eight or nine inches long. He found his hands were shaking as he carried it back over to the bed. 

Six paused beside the mattress and slicked the dildo with a hefty coating of lube from the scraggly bedside table, and then pressed the thing into Neil’s eager grasp. 

“You will do well, Six. I know this.” Neil’s hand pressed to the courier’s back, urging him forward until their mouths were pressed to one another’s. The mutant’s lips were firm and thin, but their touch was deliberately soft as he brushed them over his partner’s, reassuring him with more than just words. 

“Are you ready?” 

He nodded before he uttered a soft yes under his breath, and felt Neil smile before he pulled away completely. 

With the mutant’s guidance, Six straddled him, this time face-to-face, and settled in his lap. Neil adjusted accordingly, sitting back against the wall that acted as the bed’s headboard, and pulled Six forward to rest comfortably over the tent of growing arousal in his shorts. 

“Lean forward for me, human.” 

“You know, there are better terms of endearment for your romantic partner.” Six quipped as he did as Neil requested, and leaned until he could wrap his forearms around the back of the mutant’s neck. 

“There are worse ones, too.” Neil gave it right back, that semblance of a smile on his stiff face. “But very well, babe. Hold onto me.” 

Six’s arms pulled him closer, almost lifting himself off Neil’s lap completely now. Already, he missed the heat of his partner’s erection pressing into his backside, but he wasn’t left yearning for long. Neil reached the dildo around Six’s body, nudging the exaggerated glans of the blue-grey monster to his entrance, before pulling back, and merely rubbing the slick there, spreading a healthy coating between his cheeks. 

“Relax. Or this will hurt you.” 

Neil’s shoulders shook as a shiver passed through his body, inspired by the deep breath that Six released against his chest as he leaned his head there. It felt safe, the warm dim of the mutant’s chest, that thunderous heartbeat, the audible fill and release of his huge lungs, the slightly plush firmness of his pronounced muscles. Six wished he could spend every night buried in the safehouse above his partner’s heart. 

“Mm. Better, babe. Keep it up.”

Neil’s voice was so soft, so clear and affectionate… unlike any mutant’s– or human’s– voice he’d ever heard. It was as comforting as it was commanding, firm as it was breathy. It was the same sort of paradox that their relationship sparked; gruff, but bursting at the seams with overwhelming and inexplicable affection.

The only sounds in the room were of that same affection, gasping breaths, complimentary heartbeats, the creaking of the mattress below their combined weight.

Another boon of Tabitha’s bunker in the mountains. 

The quiet, the silence, the alone-ness. 

The peace of being only with Neil. 

Six’s fingertips creased the mutant’s tough skin, as Neil began the steady process of easing the dildo’s tip inside. 

“Steady, Six.” He whispered, shimmying the thing a bit as he pushed forward ever so slowly. “That’s it, baby. Breathe through it.” 

He did just as his partner told him, he stayed relaxed, he breathed slow breaths, he focused on the feelings pouring all throughout his body, not just where the dildo was entering him. 

Though… as time went on, he found he didn’t mind the stretch. He felt himself becoming used to it, felt a fuzziness clouding his brain, felt a heat gathering in his belly, a stiffness taking hold of his cock. 

“Neil–” He choked out, but not for the reason he would’ve thought. 

“Too fast?” The mutant asked, and his movements ceased. 

“No!” Six very nearly shouted into his partner’s ear canal. “No, the opposite, please. More, Neil.” 

A roll of his hips gave the mutant another hint, as he felt the hardness of his partner’s member digging into his stomach. 

“More.” Six repeated, and Neil groaned in response. 

If his shallow breaths were anything to go off of, the mutant was becoming increasingly aroused just the same as Six. With a slight buck of his large hips up off the mattress, Neil pressed the remainder of the dildo inside. 

Six whimpered at the feeling, goosebumps shooting up the bareness of his back, his chords of muscle clenching beneath his skin, and his breath left him in fevered pants, as Neil merely ground the beast against his walls. 

“Good?” The mutant asked on a grunt, as Six’s writhing hips caught on his straining member below. 

“Mhm.” Was all the courier managed, but of his own accord, he started rutting right back into the toy. 

Neil released another hearty laugh as he began to thrust the instrument forward and back in small increments. One huge hand held to the small of Six’s back, urging him down to grind over Neil’s erection with his own. Soon, the stimulation had them both gasping and groaning, drinking in each other’s breaths from their proximity as both their minds became fogged and tangled with arousal, with need. 

Six’s eyes closed as he breathed his partner in, his scent thick and musty, but also natural, like gasoline and pine trees, gunpowder and fresh rain, sweat and soil. He was human… but also something more. 

With his partner all around him, the feeling of his hard skin, the smell of him so close, the taste of him lingering on Six’s tongue, it was easy to imagine the cock in his ass was Neil’s as well. 

The delicious stretch, the orgasmic press of the firm head against the very back of him, the vigor in which it entered him, and the reluctance as it pulled away. All things screamed Neil, and that thought, that wish for the future of their relationship spurred the courier forward. He ground his hips over Neil’s, feeling the throb of his massive cock even through the fabric of his pants, and his own member gave an enthusiastic little pulse as it felt his partner’s reactions firsthand. 

“Getting close?” The mutant asked between breaths. 

Six could only nod as he panted himself, as that fog filled his mind and dulled all other abilities but for the means to experience pleasure. Neil must’ve felt it though, for his thrusts increased in depth and intensity, pounding the dildo into his partner until Six’s whole body was being thrown into the mutant's chest, until Six was gasping and crying out, until his face scrunched and his hands clenched and his cock was spilling his pleasure out onto Neil’s lower belly. 

Six felt the heat of his own release as he continued to rut against his partner until his cock ran dry, until his ass felt used and wrung out and sore. His legs shook, and his hands ached where they clung to Neil’s shoulders, and slowly, carefully, the mutant eased the dildo out of him. 

“There.” He whispered as the enlarged, hard plastic glans tugged at Six’s entrance before coming away completely, “That’s another down.”

Six tried to smile, but he felt too tired for even that, as Neil’s arms tugged him closer, until he could press a kiss to the top of Six’s head. 

“How do you feel, human?” 

Six's chest warmed at the silly petname, at the feel of his partner's strong arms caressing his fatigued body.

“It’s one more closer to you.” He said, and kissed Neil’s chest. 

Another pleasant rumble left the mutant, as he held his human close, and they both laid adrift in sweet musings of the future that awaited them.

[spiralstereo]

Alrighty y'know what time it is heheh

TRR [Team Rainbow Rocket] Headcanons!!

[keep in mind this is just my AU you can have your own, this is just how I see these idiots]

[Also- yes I ship Lysandre & Cyrus, because I have my AU & my opinions, so don't like demonetize me saying some other ship is better stfu-]

-Giovanni-

Pansexual. Always been a little fruity, especially since he was a teen, & kinda crushes on Nanu- that's unrelated tho <3

Short as fuck. Like I mean this dude is 5 foot tall, whenever you see like photos of him with the rest of Team Rocket, he's usually standing on a fucking step-stool

Has rlly bad anxiety & shit like that, also takes antidepressants & medication because his mental health used to be rlly rlly bad [because of Ariana & just stressing out about managing Team Rocket] & he'll get like that bad if he goes long enough without them

Actually a decent father unlike his canon counterparts. Took care of Silver instead of putting him up for adoption after Ariana left, basically had to juggle trying not to be a deadbeat dad & managing a big mafia lmao. Silver turned out decent- he doesn't hate Giovanni so yippee!! [they actually get along whoa]

Absolutely fucking hates Professor Oak, due to some *personal* issues in the past.

Can cook rlly good. He actually wanted to get into culinary classes & shit but he got expelled out of highschool & then disowned so that was crushed along with his will to live

-Maxie-

Trans [FTM] Archie is rlly the only one who knows, because he's a nosy fucker lmao. Still has rlly bad body dysphoria- explaining all the layers & oversized jacket [didn't get top surgery because he's a chicken shit so he just wears a binder 24/7]

Not actually from Hoenn [surprise surprise!!]- originally from Orre but moved to Hoenn because it was transphobic as fuck & it genuinely just sucked lolz

One of the only sane ones in TRR, also actually smart [like he didn't wanna like dry up all the water he just wanted to make more islands in Hoenn- still a dangerous method haha]

Salty as fuck. Will find something annoying or unlikable about you, he doesn't care who the hell you are he will do it. Also, he fucking hates Archie- probably cuz he screws up his damn research & drags him along lmao

Overworks himself all the damn time, & has a bad habit of putting himself in uncomfortable situations- such as choosing his admins. Maybe he should've gotten to know Courtney & Tabitha more before making them the Team Magma admins [oki oki but Tabitha gives off the vibes that he streams League of Legends in a damn maid outfit every night. Also I don't like Courtney because she just gives off those creep vibes eugh]

-Archie-

Gay & polyamorous. All the surfer guys in Alola are NOT fucking safe because he's there lmao. Also him & Matt are exes, but since no hard feelings they're still friends

Aggressive wholesomeness 24/7- also THE ultimate extrovert who tries to be on good terms with everyone except if you're Ghetsis because if you're Ghetsis fuck you [he's an absolute sweetheart but also a dumbass]

Dumb as fuck. Half the shit he pulls he just did because he felt like it or he was bored- he doesn't have a goddamn reason he just fucking did it

His Sharpedo's name is Grace. This is very important because Grace is love Grace is life

Gives everyone stupid nicknames & makes horrible jokes & puns. Sometimes it's fucking unbearable because they're so damn cheesy & Maxie is yelling from across the room telling him to shut the fuck up but he thinks he's goddamn hilarious

-Cyrus-

Greysexual. Attracted to his opposite [sweet cute guys aka Lysandre]

He's emo guys!!! Omg real!!! If he's not wearing his Galactic uniform he's wearing oversized grunge style clothing- you will never see him wearing anything with colour. Also yes he wears eyeliner & people assume he wears eyeshadow but nah that's just his dark ass eyebags

He's a fucking empath & it's hilarious. He hates it because he tries so damn hard to ignore his emotions which only makes his already rapidly declining mental health worse

Horrible sleep schedule & just terrible at taking care of himself in general. He's running off of goddamn energy drinks & coffee- he won't sleep unless he passes out from exhaustion lmao. Also he only rlly eats like popcorn [which is usually like he's up at 2 in the morning watching a space documentary & he just binge eats it because he hasn't eaten in two weeks or something]

THE ultimate space nerd. If you even mention something space related he will give you a detailed explanation or description about said space thing- also he's got Team Galactic's base is all space themed & they have millions of dollars worth of stolen space tech lmao [autism moment yes Cyrus is autistic]

Has an engineering degree, also graduated highschool when he was 16 & got into college early. Moved out of his parents' house the second he had enough money

-Ghetsis-

Aroace. The most hardcore aroace guy out there. He has trouble with love & shit due to trauma, which also kinda makes it hard for him to admit that he does fucking care about N [he doesn't deserve N]

Do I really have to explain that this guy is fucking insane? Do I? [He's got actual BPD & he's narcissistic as hell but he's just gotten worse. Also autistic but that's not rlly- bad]

He looks like he'd be homophobic- but he's not. He just hates everyone. Also he's not like sexist or anything like that too

The most stylish & extra person you'll meet. He has a giant wardrobe & has all his clothes custom tailored- he has outfits for certain occasions & times, & he absolutely HAS to have the finest of jewelry & has to get himself all dolled up too. Bro is also feminine as hell sometimes. He knows he's fucking pretty

Has the most random talents & hobbies. I mean, he can swordfight- & also knows gardening?? Wha??? Also very musically talented- he plays 'elegant' instruments like the piano & harp

A goddamn drama queen. If his temper wasn't bad enough don't even get started on how damn overdramatic this asshole is. I swear Colress is so done with his shit

-Lysandre-

Asexual/Demiromantic. Attracted to everyone but preferably men, also will only be attracted to someone if he feels like he has an emotional bond with someone lol

Kinda on the dumber side. Also slow on things, like figuring out what he's actually doing. Genuinely a very sweet & kind person, also a bit of a crybaby but that's unimportant [undiagnosed ADHD]

He's a goddamn baker. He has a degree in business & finances or something- only because his parents made him. He's just an idiot lion baker man. That's also the only reason he took over Team Flare, the old leader kinda just appeared in an alley & told him he could have a bakery if he took up the offer lmaoo

Actually from another universe where he got shot by the Ultimate Weapon, but got swip swapped by Colress because why not!! Because it was a blast full of Xerneas's power [the whimsical deer fairy Pokemon of fucking life] he's immortal. He also can't get like injured- he'll just regenerate

He looks so goddamn intimidating- & he's oblivious to it. Half the time it's because he partially has a resting bitch face or he's squinting because he's kinda far-sighted. Whenever someone says something about it he just gets so fucking confused lmaoo

Thats all for now! I'll do a part 2 & maybe some extras for other characters like Colress- but yeah this is all for now lolzies

[tabithaelicot]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Tabitha Prior, the 29 year old owner of Shadow’s Curiosities originally from Cardinal Hill, WA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're affectionate and a perfectionist, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Hannah Dodd, bisexual, cis woman, and she/her.

Basics

Name: Tabitha Elicot Prior Birthday: 4 March 1961, 9:02pm Natal Chart: Pisces sun, Libra moon, Taurus ascendant Positive Traits: affectionate, responsible, dedicated, sociable Negative Traits: perfectionist, anxious, self-blaming, self sacrificing Likes: family, antiques, history, fashion, magic, dancing, math & numbers Dislikes: being criticized, down time, trends, change Hobbies: cooking & baking, furniture restoration, sewing & quilting, piano

Appearance

Hair Color: platinum blonde  Eye Color: hazel Height: 5’6” Build: willowy Tattoos: tbd sisters inspired tattoo(s) Piercings: several ear piercings, nose ring Clothing Style: feminine and casual, lots of jewel and earth tones, likes paisley and floral patterns  Distinguishing Characteristics: tall forehead, mole above upper lip, high cheekbones, expressive face

Quick Facts

Everything about Tabitha screams delicate at first glance and, unless you’re unfortunate enough to cross her (usually by messing with her sisters), you probably won’t realize just how wrong that first impression is. 

Tabitha is the prototypical eldest daughter, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She loves her sisters, is very involved (possibly too involved) in their lives, and takes her responsibility of setting a good example for them very seriously. She sees no difference between her two full sisters and her three half sisters and she won’t tolerate anyone trying to insist that there is one. While Tabitha’s never had trouble getting along with people and making friends, her best friends always have been and always will be her sisters.

Tabitha loves all things magic and collects mentors like a magpie. She is always looking to learn new things and hone her craft; as a result she’s fairly powerful for her age. Her favorite form of magic is enchantments, but she’s proficient in all except for dark magic.

While she doesn’t share her mother’s outright distrust of humans, Tabitha is wary and reserved around them, unless she’s certain they already know about magic.

Tabitha is deeply connected to Cardinal Hill and hasn’t ventured terribly far outside of it. She’s never lived anywhere else, and the furthest away she’s ever traveled is visiting her sisters [details dependent on where they went to school and if any of them ever moved out of Cardinal Hill].

Tabitha started taking ballet lessons at the age of 7, and continued dancing all the way through high school. She wasn’t good enough to consider dancing in college or professionally, but she loved it. Even though it’s been more than 10 years since her last class, she still moves like a dancer.

Tabitha currently lives at her parents’ house in an apartment over the garage, ostensibly to give her some privacy and independence. In reality, her door is always open to her family, and she probably spends more time in the house proper than her apartment.

History

As the oldest Prior sister, Tabitha has the clearest memories of her birth father, and how things changed when their mother married Dorothy’s father. Because of this, Tabitha never fully warmed to him.

When Tabitha was 9, her powers started manifesting. Sometimes it was a new skirt that changed its color, sometimes it was a colored pencil that had fallen off the table reappearing in its proper place, sometimes it was the pictures in little Dorothy’s favorite book moving while Tabitha read it aloud.

In school Tabitha was something of a teacher’s pet, not because she was at the top of the class but because she was polite and helpful and always did her work on time. 

Tabitha briefly considered going to college after high school graduation, but ultimately decided that she was needed at home, especially with all 5 of her sisters still in school.

She started working at Shadow’s Curiosities because she’d always been interested in objects with stories. The owner warmed to her, and soon began training her to take over the shop upon his retirement.

After a few years of working at the shop, Tabitha decided to get an associate degree in business administration at the local college, reasoning that it was a practical choice if she was going to be the owner of Shadow’s Curiosities one day.

Tabitha has been the official owner of the shop for a little over a year now, since her old boss decided to retire and spend his time traveling.

[thedaremaster]

The Yarn Spinner - Snippet

Might write a full thing of this. I really hope to, but I've got a draft to finish and so many more to start. Please enjoy this snippet from another Instagram prompt. (I forgot what it was) ;((((

She sat there at her loom, working furiously at the nearly-finished piece.  The shuttle slides back and forth between the threads, interlacing fibers before they are stacked together neatly with a quick pull of the reed.  She works fast, heedless of mistakes.  

The end is near, she knows it. 

 She’s seen the newspaper articles portraying their deaths, graphic and disturbing.  She can’t count the nights those horrifying pictures had stolen from her.  Fear became sleep’s greatest enemy.  

Why does she feel fear?  She wonders.  Everyone dies at some point.  She doesn’t wish to end like this.  She’s still young.  A full life ahead of her.  But alas, the devil doesn’t discriminate. 

She remembers Thirdy, blonde and joyous, like a bard from the old nations, singing tales of victory.  Tabitha, somber and thoughtful, her pieces questioned life and its meanings and the pondering of a human spirit.  Old Man William, with his one eye spectacle, writing stories since he was a young lad, encased with the wisdom he had gained over the years.  The list went on and on.  

Now, they’re all gone.  And she was left.  

Quinn, the one destined to spin the yarns.  She told stories not through a pen but with a loom and a spindle.   Her tapestries are a different kind of parchment/ medium.  But she was to end the same way as the rest of them.  

She couldn’t help but weep, tears falling from her eyes onto the colorful threads below.  It was finished.  She cut the thread and took out her final work.  

Death was near her door.  

She wraps it up quickly and hands it off to Maddy Lady, her beloved Lady-in-Waiting- (For our dear Quinn was a duke’s daughter, ironic how not even the guards could save her from her fate).  The girl ducks out the window, tossing the tapestry before jumping out as well,  falling onto the soft cloth below.  She picks it up and runs into the night, street oil lamps lighting her path as Quinn watches forlornly from her dimly-lit room until the shadows of an alleyway swallow her up.  

Wind blows through the open window, catching her curls and tugging at them, whilst drying the tears on her face.  Playful still, even with her end so close.  She hears his footsteps before she sees him.  She turns to face her murderer, the Author.  All the stories she’s heard of him come right back to her.

There’s no way to escape him.

He plays his game like he’s God.

In a way he is.

He controls your very being, your very life.

I’m sorry, she thinks, that the story you were a part of wasn’t one you were satisfied with.

But it gives you no right to do this.  

Dark eyes flash as if she had spoken her thoughts aloud and for a moment Quinn wonders if this mysterious killer is actually a woman.

A gloved hand reveals a gun beneath the robes, poised and ready.  A pointer finger held steadily over the trigger.  

Thirdy had been hanged.

Tabitha had been poisoned.

Old William stabbed.

Such an unromantic way to die, she couldn’t help but lament.

This whole time, dread had gripped the young girl.  But now, face-to-face with death, fear’s slimy grip falls away and she squares up to meet the Author.  Chin up.  Shoulders back.  Never let them see it.  

She remembers her friends.  

Smiling and laughing.

Thoughtful and curious.

Ancient and wise.

Their stories all wrapped in her blanket.  Hidden, safe.  Til Maddy Lady released it to the publishers and the aftermath would be so profound that all this bastard’s crimes would pale in comparison.  

She meets those eyes, one last time.

She knows now they can hear her.

So she screams in her mind,

One last line.

You can never keep us silent.

*gunshot

[sev-arts]

Reah Dress-Up (Part 2)

Chapter V... what’s there to say about Chapter V? For a good chunk of it, Reah’s not wearing any clothes because she’s getting her sigils done. You might be able to see that these aren’t the ones on her in Chapter VIII and IX... we’ll get to that! After the timeskip (some weeks later) she immediately gets her vest and shirt ruined by a gatling gun... they were the same vest and shirt from the previous chapter, just patched up. She also gets a haircut - short on top with an undercut suits her really well IMO. Still the same pants and boots though.

Chapter VI’s first outfit is all “goth cowboy”, a black button-down with new blue jeans, and a belt buckle that already spoils the conclusion to her and Tabitha’s “will they or won’t they”. It’s a middle ground between her own tastes and Tabitha’s - cowboy, but make it a bit fancy. Still the same boots though, because it’s hard to find boots in her size. Sadly she didn’t get to wear this one for a long time, but maybe it’s for the better given how messy my way of rendering dark fabric was in 2020. This is also the first appearance of her earrings! They don’t attach like piercings, but to tiny magnetic Sigils made by Tabitha.

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 13: being myself?

{Normal P.O.V}

Once we arrived at the lodge, I had calmed down and had collected my thoughts. As much as I hated the thought of umbrellas money being used to create the Pheonix Corps as well as the lodge, at least it was now making a difference and helping humanity rather than creating weapons of mass destruction.  My thoughts on the Wesker situation were less than resolved though. I had to come over that bridge when I got to it. 

Archer helped us unload the car and placed the multiple attache cases and the few suitcases with clothes for Irving and Steve on a bell cart. When Irving stepped out he looked stunned. This didn't surprise me in the slightest. The grounds of the lodge were well maintained with multiple local specimens of berry bushes as well as shrubs, various flowers, and fruit trees. The natural beauty was being heightened by the moonlight and the forest sounds were making the place seem peaceful.

"This place is quite gorgeous Mr. Archer. I'm surprised a hunting lodge is this well kept." Ricardo said looking over the grounds. 

"Thank you, Mr. Irving,  maintenance and landscaping take a lot of pride in making sure Tabitha's gardens are well taken care of. She planted most of these herself as well as a vegetable patch past the orchard. She was always on who believed in garden-fresh quality is better tasting and more enjoyable for patrons." Archer spoke. 

"Wesker's wife did this? It's incredible, to think a guy who is so good at destroying life was married to someone capable of creating a natural beauty like this." Steve said helping Archer with the bell cart. 

I chuckle at the remark Steve made, "Yea, although if I remember her body count is around five hundred give or take, due to her being in the U.B.C.S. but she always had a soft spot for gardening. She told me on one of our missions to France the reason why is she got into gardening was that she didn't want to pay the forty dollars for a pound of lavender. "

"Really? Flowers were that expensive?" Irving asked holding the door open.

"Yes, it's a hit at the farmers market we host once the month we sell it at six dollars a pound and we turn a profit on the culinary lavender we grow here." Archer said smiling, "Our dessert bar is mostly comprised of Madam Tabitha recipes, her lavender macarons are often requested to be sold separately in a bakery type setting however we are unfortunately running on the lodges appeal to hunters as they are our main financial support. Unfortunately, our other activities support either the grounds or what happens three stories below leaving little financial gain for our employees. Thankfully we have roughly three thousand five hundred fifty acres of land with two hundred fifty set aside separate from the total just for our employees."

"They live on campus? The utilities must be a fortune with all the land allotments on the same stretch of land." Steve stated.

"That's one thing my teacher thought about. She had a hydroelectric dam built to supply energy due to the runoff of snow and nearby rivers. It supplies electricity to the lodge and employees but allows for a tax break as well." I started cringing remembering the cost to start everything.

Irving let the door staring in shock, "It sounds like Mrs. Wesker was one hell of a businesswoman.".

"Indeed she was Mr. Irving and with that, I welcome you and Mr. burnside to the Phoenix Core Lodge, Ms. Lancaster welcome home." Archer swung the door open and the deep wooden tones of the lobby shone ceremoniously in the light of the antique chandelier. 

The smell of pine and cedar wafted out of the door completing the ambiance. The dark leather sofas surrounding a black marble mantlepiece the white streaks faintly speckling in the light created a homely feeling. The check-in desk was made of nice mahogany and an ebony top piece. The path of the entry was tiled with a red marble that let up to the desk.

 "Wow, this place is gorgeous!" Steve exclaimed excitedly, "It does honestly have a slight Umbrella feel to it but safer if that makes sense?".

"Teach did say she did use some old designs Spencer had set aside for a mountainside retreat in Russia she found in the Arkley mansion. She just altered them for her gain... at least that's what I understand from  what she told me." I said pushing the bell carts through the massive wood doors. 

"She had a good eye for design. I would kill to have furnishings like this in our African location. Who is the lady in the painting?" Irving asked looking at the portrait that was made by Archer's brother. It depicted me sitting cross-legged wearing a black tank top and red jeans staring off to the side, my U.S.B.Cs tattoo on my shoulder on full display.

"That is Lady Tabitha before she was killed. My elder brother painted it as a favor for me after she passed. It's here to help honor her memory." Archer said walking out with a guest book, "I have you and in Mr. burnside in separate suites. Even though we are a hunting lodge, we act as a hotel would mostly mainly for room documentation." 

"Well, that's great in all but what about Alistar? She needs a place to sleep." Steve asked concerned.

"Hahaha, I appreciate the worry Steve but I have a permanent room here thanks to my teacher. I stayed here before tracking down Wesker. If you need me at all I will be in the room marked 748. Archer, please make sure they are well taken care of. I need a shower."  with that, I quickly unloaded my gear from the cart and marched to my room.

(time skip 2 A.M.)

 With a deep sigh, I stepped from the bathroom and stared in the mirror stroking a massive scar on my right shoulder. I paid one hundred and fifty bucks to get Surgeis mark on me removed however the guy botched it and the wound got infected and it scarred my shoulder badly. The picture always made me want to see if that awful tattoo was gone. It was a lovely picture but it reminded me of the past when I want to focus on the present.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Come in," I shouted and stood in front of my dresser in the corner of the room.  

"It seems our guests are enjoying themselves," Archer said walking in the to living space of the room, "Tell me, T, when will this be over?"

"I don't understand what you mean June? The most Mr. Burnside and I will be is a week and Mr. Irving a few days." I started avoiding the question.

"Cut the bullshit, Tabitha! You know I mean your game with Vladimir and Spencer. You could've stayed here and helped the people harmed by them and your damn husband. BUT NO YOU ARE NOW AIDING A TERRORIST POSSIBLY DISTORY THE WORLD! ALL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T LET GO OF WHAT UMBRELLA DID!!! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FINALLY BE THE PERSON I KNOW YOU AS WHO WANTS TO HELP THE WORLD!!!" Arjuna stopped shouting when he saw me starting to cry, "Not to doom it. When will I have my closest friend back? The one who saved me from  Umbrellas testing in India and to me of a place where those who hate Umbrella can fight. The one who puts the word Pheonix in the Pheonix core. We need a leader and the lady standing in front of me isn't her. "

"I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE! I'M A NOBODY! I am no one's leader Archer. I'm a hell of a captain and I could be a hell of a commander if needed. However, until I can look at my brother and sister in the eye and not see a monster in their eyes. I can't be considered a Pheonix, just an ember of a past I cant move on from. The Pheonix Corps deserves someone who embraces the motto, 'to embrace the past and strength from surviving adversity becoming a new person that will shine like a sun'.  I'm not that June, not yet, and at this rate, I'll never be." I glared into his eyes.

"You have a funny way of showing it, your eyes are even saying you are your self, not Alistar. Your contacts are gone and all I see is a shadow of the person you truly are, Tabitha" He said pointing into the mirror. 

I turned toward the mirror and saw that my contacts had dissolved again "They're gone, they were brand new not too long ago. ".

Archer came up from behind and hugged me. I went rigid and broke down. Tears just started flooding my eyes and I fell to my knees. It dawned on me I have to be more forceful in my plan or I'll never be able to accept what happened to me. I was running out of time I may have a few years but I had been infiltrated over six months and I haven't even gained his trust. I need to be more like myself. I never expected I would realize this thanks to the one person who hates who they were to.

"Arjuna...." I whispered. 

"Yes T?" he dropped to his knees.

I wrapped my arm around him, "You are right, I do need to be more like myself. If I can't accept the past how will Albert? I know you don't approve of this but thank you for being here for me."

"Sigh.... sometimes  I swear I'm the older one of the two of us." archer smiled shaking his head.

"Ha maybe... Archer after all this we will find your brother. The connections won't be able to hide if both me and Wesker are on the case. " he wrapped his arms around mine.

"Thank you but first thing first get dressed. As much I care for you I see you more as a mother and I don't want to see the tits." he coughed turning away.

"Oh right, sorry." I quickly threw on a white T-shirt, black basketball shorts, and pulled my hair back, "I'm dressed now June." 

"Good, ahem but down to business the guys who were causing a scene left into the forest shortly before you landed. They took their weapons and packed up their trucks. The leader said they are going to go past the boundaries." 

"Oh no.... this isn't good I heard a pack of Cerberus earlier tonight!" I shouted grabbing my I.D. badge. 

"You're going!?!" Archer looked shocked.

" Yes, I'm going to mobilize the Wolf Pack too.  It's time they get some action."  I walk over to my closet which had a hidden keypad and entered the code that brought up my elevator. "You were right this world needs me not my shell." The wall opened and stepping onto the platform,  I scanned the badge. 

"I'll man the desk up here T. Welcome back." He stood at attention.

"At ease, it's business as usual just keep your com on," I said as the doors closed and I put on my com necklace, "No one will die tonight. "

The elevator roared to life and started descending.  I had to make this a quick mission as the mission for Wesker starts after we eat lunch tomorrow but if these idiots die we would have a major problem. I don't need negative press or worse the B.S.A.A sticking their neck in something that could destroy the Pheonix Corps. reputation. 

"Welcome back Lady Tabitha."  a mechanical female voice echoed in the elevator.

"Glad to be back, White Queen," I stated as the doors opened revealing a massive underground lab, "I take it everything is running smoothly." 

"Yes mam, all operations are running at full capacity and your gear has been stored and sustained in your office." the AI spoke through my com. 

"Good, are Lupo and Beltway en route to my office?" I asked opening a sliver door with a black emblem with a blue snake on it. 

"Yes, the wolf pack is mobilizing. Lupo and her demolitions expert will be with you shortly,"  she said manifesting from a hologram projector in the ceiling. 

"Alright," I said getting in my U.S.B.C uniform and my compound bow from storage, "I want you to activate the sirens that are near the old umbrella lab in the woods using the alternate wail option. Play a message saying they are in a quarantined area and they need to return to the lodge immediately. That way we can at least get a warning out to them and try to locate them."

"Understood." She said and faded out.

I opened my med cache on my belt and took a light green tablet. I was going to help out Wolfpack. It had been to long since I had been on a mission and I was itching for action. This  is  where the monster comes out. Where I am myself.

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Ever since the Troubles, the family has stayed closer to home. Andy and Sam are the ones who trek into town, leaving early and sometimes staying late. Beth is happy to have Tabitha's company when she comes, and of course, Morgan when she has time to visit. Her cousin has settled in New York with her father, Uncle Harvey, to help with his new Law practice. The travel out west is time consuming so mostly the women make due with long and fond correspondences. The letters mean a lot to Beth as they aren't filled with the glaring eyes from the town folk. The whispers about her being an unnatural creature and the constant weight of superstition. The only thing that really keeps her safe, she would bet anything on, is the star on her brother's chest, and the rifles he and Sam carry. Maybe the fact that the people worry what kind of retribution the Manitou would bring if they could manage to lay a hand ~or a rope~ on her. She tries not to think about that. She tries not to think about a lot of things as she moves past the boundary of the house's fence. This is one of those supply days, and she's hoping that when the men return from town that they'll be bringing her one of the letters owed to her. The cattle are being looked out over in the northern pastures, Tabby's at her shift at the saloon. No doubt her brother will be stopping in for a visit. He's tried to talk to her about packing up and moving out to the ranch, mostly because the Troubles affected her, too, but Tabitha is far less docile than Beth is. No one would miss her if she wandered down to the creek. And this is where she is found. Skirts hiked up to expose stocking-less feet dipped down into the trickling water in such a fashion to be considered scandalous. Dark hair pulled back in tight braids that flow down her spine, book in hand and hat placed just so next to a little basket that seems to hold a water-skin, some parcels that are likely food, plants harvested between the house and here. Almost unnaturally green eyes grow wide in the delicate and dusky landscape of her face and her thin frame all but recoils in on itself as she lets out the smallest sort of gasp. She isn't used to being sneaked up on, and her hand hesitates. In that moment, the tall dark stranger speaks kindly, being somewhat of a gentleman. The shape of his accent suggests he's not local, as does his appearance. He doesn't look like a gambler, or a huckster. Government doesn't shine from his eyes or his clothes. Maybe he's looking for work. This time of year there's plenty of those, but she doesn't know how to take the comment he makes about being out here, alone. She discards her book ~a heart stopping tale from Mr Poe~ in favour of a buck knife that looks impossibly large in her small hand. "A-are you lookin' for someone or something, Mister...?" A question in reply to his, saturated with suspicion. She slowly gets to her feet. Her toes are muddy. Makes her look even younger than she normally does. "Town's about ten miles yonder," she tells him, gesturing slightly south and east. "If you're hungry, I got some food you can take..." Another pause as she looks around. "If your horse's lame or lost a shoe, we could maybe lend you one, and you can leave it at the stable."

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Episode 3

The crew woke up late that morning. Sebastian thought it was all just a crazy dream until he saw Dimitri and Marky in the kitchen, it was all too real. "Damn" he said out loud.

"Damn what" asked Simon

"Nothing Simon, just damn you know" said Sebastian

"Yeah I hear that" said Simon

"Sebastian, we need to get stuff from our apartment" said JJ, Tabitha nodding her head in the background.

"Ok, just give me a minute to wake up will yeah" he said back.

"Yeah I need to get me some clothes that fit" said Dimitri. "I don't want to be on stage naked tonight."

"Yeah, I could use some new threads myself." said Simon.

"Alright, everyone in the van." Sebastian told them "We'll go do that now."

They all loaded up in the van and headed out. The girls got dropped of first while the boys went shopping.

They pulled into the Salvation Army store and begin hunting around for stuff. Simon found everything he need plus a kick ass leather jacket. Dimitri found some clothes too. They paid and went back to pick up the girls, hitting the drive thru at the Burger Pit on the way back to grab some eats. Once back at the loft Sebastian told everyone they needed to get tonight figured out. They put together a set list and practiced.

"We go on at 9 after The Flesh and the Fury.

"OMG those guys suck" said Dimitri strumming on his guitar.

"Yeah well remember we were a pubic hair away from opening for them" Sebastian reminded them.

"Hell the way we played today, we should be closing that bitch tonight" Tabitha chimed in

"Hopefully we play as well tonight"said JJ. "After all this shit we have been through we should be our best everytime."

"You will babies. Rock daddy has you, don't worry" the demon was back.

"Crazy cats are going to tear that joint down, I guarantee it" it said.

"I hope your right" said Sebastian

"Like I said babies, trust rock daddy" and just like that he was gone.

Sebastian and the boys loaded up the trailer and were getting ready for the show. The girls were upstairs getting dressed, though Tabitha was having trouble finding anything to go with her bandages. Once everything and everyone was ready they popped a few beers and chilled.

"I've been thinking" said Marky, "maybe I should stay here."

"Bullshit. said Dimitri"Why would you even say that?"

"How are you going to explain a three foot tall red guy" Marky said.

"Easy, we'll tell em your our tech midget." Dimitri said with a huge smile on his face.

"I don't know guys"

"Marky you are on the board or we don't go." said Sebastian, everyone agreeing with him.

"Ok, ok I will go." said Marky

They all loaded into the van and headed to the show. They were ready to rock. They arrived at the show, Rocktober Bash, and began to unload their gear when the venues manager came to see them.

"Nice costumes" he said

"Look, I got a major problem and you guys are going to fix it for me. The Screaming Skulls are a no show, apparently their singer lost his voice or some shit like that. So I'm putting Acid Bath in the 9 o'clock spot and you guys are playing midnight."

"Holy shit, really" said Simon

"Yeah so get back to the dressing room and chill."

They couldn't believe it. They had gone from openers to headliners just like that. They headed back to the dressing room and popped some beers and downed some shots. Time drew near and nerves were on edge.

With Marky in the tech booth, they took the stage. Darkness surrounded them when suddenly the lights went up and they tore into their first song. The place went absolutely nuts. The pit was insane, bodies flying everywhere. The Black Plague were tearing down the house.

Sitting in the rafters was the demon, smoking his cigar. "Told you babies, just trust rock daddy."

The band finished their set and left the stage. The ravenous fans were not done with them yet though. Chants of "More, more" rung out through the building. The band ended up playing 2 encores before finally calling it a night.

"That was completely sick!" said Tabitha as they got back to the dressing room. Waiting there for them was the demon.

"My babies rocked it to the ground" it said

"Now do we trust rock daddy kiddos"

"Absolutely" said Sebastian.

"Good to hear cool cats cause this is just the beginning." it said to them. "Here, you are going to need this." The demon handed Sebastian a business card. It read Viktor VonFranken rock agent.

"You think we are going to need an agent?" asked JJ.

"Hell yeah little momma. Your star is on the rise." it disappeared again.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Sebastian answered it. Standing there was a man in a black suit.

"You guys slayed it out there tonight." he said. "My name is Johnny Rock and I am running the Rockfest show in Pittsburgh next month I need you to play it."

"Really, play Rockfest?" Sebastian said. "Like with Coal Chamber, Prong, and Rob Zombie, are you kidding me!"

"I never joke about metal junior" said Mr Rock. "Here's my card have your agent call me ASAP"

"By the way, love the gimmick." he said as he walked out the door.

The band partied all night long. This was it, they were on there way to the heavy metal promised land.