#admin: quill

[slavhew]

can yuou put that out on me

[donttellaweirdweakling]

the more i listen to rusty quill gaming the more i realise that alex is the real elias bouchard

[marvel-hcs]

aroace spec guardians of the galaxy. that's it that's the headcanon. this is for the cartoon version btw

more specifically:

⭑ aromantic bisexual Quill

⭑ demi Drax who's only ever romantically loved his late wife

⭑ aroace Groot & Rocket

⭑ greyromantic Gamora who Actually had feelings for Quill for a very brief moment and upon realizing it was concerned she had gone insane. said feelings dissipated after a bit but somehow Nebula found out and will never stop teasing her about it

[ask-gilbertvonobsidian]

Will you keep me company, Little Rabbit? I've been busy with paperwork throughout the day, and your presence would greatly help me to recharge. I trust you will agree to this, won't you?

[ask-sentientau]

It is time... i hope you are all ready!

The Sentient AU askblog has taken off!

theres still two more introductions tho... keep on touch! and send in those asks!

down below will be some words from the host/admin of the blog AND the very important rules!!!!

WOAHH i am SO excited for this!!!! i cannot wait to start working on this !!!

OK now... ground rules! (for the Asks and AU)

Do NOT send NSFW asks. They will be deleted, and I WILL block you if you try to send them. Silly suggestive or romantic asks could pass this rule, but that will be my decision.

Please be respectful! Respect me, my friends and mutuals!!!

I have every right to NOT respond to ANY ask I have deemed weird

Do NOT spam asks!!! 2 or 3 at the same time would be alright but more. Nuh uh, I will ignore you or block you.

Fanart is appreciated! NSFW fanart not so much.

You can draw my AU designs with your designs!

THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS SUPPORTED ME THROUGH THIS!!! Especially thank you to my awesome sisters,,, QUILL AND JAMES YALL ARE THE BEST !!!

[beepbeepdespair]

you have the magnus archives. you have the magnus protocol. now, rusty quill is proud to present their newest spooky admin podcast - the argos catalogue

[dandyville]

Welcome to...

Hi there! I am making a custom neighborhood for The Sims 1! It's far from finished, but I'll release new versions in chunks.

Note: This project is made purely out of fun. The next update may come in three weeks or three years or not at all. Still, let me know if you run into any problems and don't hesitate to give me feedback! I would love to hear your opinions!

The current version features 20 lots (15 residential, 5 community) and 10 households!

Households

Click on the names to learn more!

The Beatnik Family, The Butch Family, The Glam Family, The Hex Household, The Loste Family, The Pierrot Household, The Quill Family, The Ravage Family, The Sputnik Household, The Tiller Family

Lots

Vacant Residential Lots

The Burned Bum Beach House, The Cape Retreat, The Crimson Ranch, The Lagoon Cabin, The Lonely Lodge, The Verdant Dwelling

Community Lots

Aquamarine Quarter, Dandyville Carnival, Dandyville Farmer's Market, Jukebox Junction, Four Paws Quarter

Requirements

I created this neighborhood with The Sims Complete Collection, but you might be okay if you simply have all expansions installed.

(Optional) Hungry Hungry Hamster Game -- Official Maxis object! I basically used it just to fill another space on the carnival lot. I also recommend getting the other official objects from that site, but your game might already have most of them. (Mine did, at least. If you notice missing objects in Dandyville, it's likely one of these!)

(Optional) Livin' Large Extreme Character Pack -- A set of skins that were given out as a preorder bonus for The Sims: Livin' Large! I only used some of these for the occasional townie and I suspect if you don't have these the game will just use a random skin.

(Optional) No Buskers Sign -- The ONLY piece of unofficial custom content I used! I use this on community lots where the old town busker feels unfitting and where he might trap your Sim by standing in the way of the only exit. Currently only used on the Aquamarine Quarter lot.

Downloads

Sim File Share

Simblr.cc

itch.io

Install Instructions

Go to your The Sims folder (default location: C:\Program Files (x86)\Maxis\The Sims). You may need admin rights for the next steps!

Inside you will see a folder called "UserData8". Rename that folder to something like "UserData8backup".

Open Dandyville.zip and copy "UserData8" from the .zip-file into your The Sims folder.

Open the game and switch to Neighborhood 8. You did it!

[ask-jean-darc]

Bonjour.

Napoleon: "Mozart! You are a terrible teacher! You have to be encouraging. I teach the children in town—let me help him."

Arthur: "Now hold on, mate. If we’re talking about who’s most qualified, it’s clearly me. Who better than a proper British author to teach him how to write?"

Dazai: "Oh? And what of me, Arthur-kun? I’m a writer too, you know. My works are considered masterpieces."

Arthur: "Masterpieces? That’s generous. Your writing’s all over the place, mate. Admit it."

Dazai: (gasps dramatically, clutching his chest) "Oh, Arthur-kun, how cruel! Do you not see the layers of my genius?!"

Arthur: "Layers? You’re like an onion—makes everyone cry and smells funny."

(The arguing grows louder.)

Leonardo: "Relax, everyone. Let’s not overwhelm him. Jean, just write whatever comes to mind. No pressure, alright?"

Dazai: "Jean, you should make it poetic! Add a touch of tragedy."

Mozart: (sighs loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose) "The real tragedy is that I have to listen to this."

Napoleon: "Poetry? He should learn to write properly first. Start with full sentences."

Arthur: "Jean, throw in a bit of wit, mate. Nothing like a good joke to liven things up. Don’t you agree, Theo?"

Theo: (shrugging) "Don’t involve me in this. It doesn’t matter to me. Let him write however he wants."

Vincent: (encouragingly) "Jean, write what feels natural to you. Express your heart—it’s the most important thing."

Theo: "Of course! That’s brilliant advice, Vincent. Only you could suggest something so meaningful. Everyone else, stop distracting him!"

Dazai: (leans toward Theo with a sly grin) "Are you tearing up? Truly, Vincent has moved you."

Theo: "Shut it, or I’ll move you—right out the window.

Arthur: "Give it a tick, and he’ll show himself out the window, no need to help."

Comte: "Gentlemen, please. Let Jean decide how he wishes to write. This is his practice, not a circus. Perhaps you should all leave, and I will help him."

Isaac: "Actually, Jean...you should consider keeping it simple. Structure is important—Napoleon might have a point."

(Sebastian walks in with a tea tray, calmly setting it down.)

Sebastian: "Or we could just let Jean practice without turning it into a philosophy debate."

Shakespeare (dramatic as ever): "Ah, the grievous toil of the quill! Let thy hand pour forth the tempest of thy soul, and may thy words strike like thunder upon the page!"

Theo: “You realize no one understands a word you say, don’t you?”

Shakespeare: "Ah, but tis not my tongue that fails thee, good sir; 'tis thine own wit that falters in its grasp!"

Theo: "Right. And yet somehow, I’m the one still making sense. Fancy that."

Vincent: “Such good emotional expression, Jean!” 

Arthur: "Well said, mate. There’s your first proper sentence spoken with some fire!"

Dazai: "Truly, a masterpiece of brevity!" 

Vincent: "See? You’re already improving." 

Mozart: (mutters under his breath) "The bar is on the floor."

Arthur: "Right, this calls for a toast! I’ll fetch the good stuff. Well, the decent stuff—I wouldn’t waste the really good stuff on Mozzie."

Comte: “Yes, a toast to new beginnings.”

Jean: (visibly exhausted) “Can you perhaps do that...somewhere besides my bedroom?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My Admin and I made some rules. Please read them and respect them.

There are tags.

Ask box is open, please ask me your questions. It will help my practice my writing.

At the moment I don’t intend to reveal my main blog here. For anyone who knows the admin behind this blog, please don’t reveal it, thank you!

[sevendeadlyheadcanons]

The Seven Deadly Sins if they played Minecraft

I love minecraft. Imagine this is like a modern AU but they also have all their abilities and stuff still.

-They all have a realm together. Meliodas owns it.

-Ban and Meliodas can’t build for shit and have little dirt houses.

-Elaine, Elizabeth and Diane have a cute girl house that they share (they looked up the design on pinterest) and they let them sleep there in exchange for mining goods and loot

-King builds the most extravagant house ever and Diane eventually moves in with him. He has a dog named Oslow

-Merlin knows how to make all of the potions by heart

-She absolutely stole a villager’s house and sleeps there

-I like to imagine Escanor (daytime) would hype his house up so much and be like “This house is the pinnacle of our village” and it just looks like this

-Gowther builds a humble little home. It’s very beautiful but it’s not very spacious. It’s simply good for what he needs. He got a cat called Nadja.

-Gowther is also CEO of farming crops. King is CEO of farming animals (Ban breeds them and kills them for meat when he’s not looking because King finds it cruel)

-Meliodas also has a parrot named Wandle

-Escanor writes poems in books and quills and leaves them signed as “Author Unknown” and leaves them in an item frame on Merlin’s doorstep. She knows it’s him but doesn’t have the heart to tell him she knows.

-Merlin somehow has every single rare mob in the game in little glass cases.

-Gowther doesn’t need to sleep so he stays up all night mining and everyone will wake up and he’ll be like “Hey guys i’ve got 269 diamonds you want some?”

-Merlin forces Orlandi to take over the computer and strip mine for her while she does her real life work and experiments

-They invited Zeldris and he was like “Minecraft? That’s a game for little babies. Call me when you’re playing Fortnite like real men”

-Meliodas and Ban probably fought the wither while everyone else was offline and they just came onto their game to find their village blown up and a beacon in the middle of the wreckage.

-King dies all the time to the most random shit. Lightning strikes, fall damage, baby zombies. Once he tried to prank Ban back by leading a creeper into his dirt hut but in the process the creeper got struck by lightning and became charged and absolutely demolished King.

-Diane can’t build to save her life but she takes designs off Pinterest and then pretends she came up with them all on her own

-Elaine is a god at building. She decorates their whole village with lanterns and cherry blossom petals

-Elizabeth can somewhat build but often needs inspiration

-Ban has a horse he named “Young Sheldon”

-They have a discord server and King is the mod. He has constant power trips. The only one who has admin privileges is Diane.

-Escanor kills every mob he can and puts their drops in item frames on his wall as “Reminders of the ones who couldn’t pass him”

Idk why i wrote this, I hope you guys are having a lovely day 💙💙💙

[parkcivconfess]

Bzz bzz! Sorry for the sudden disappearance for like 2 days i actually just got too focused on writing things again Some more God Evbo headcanons since this freak in particular has my full attention! Also these are like. Minecraft-esque ones as per usual with me (i would assume) While not particularly spiteful nor vengeful, Evbo as a god still does punish those that go against him, specifically traitors (Seawatt to him is seen as an exception since Seawatt himself was manipulated into destroying parkour civilization due to his layer being destroyed) Basically in my eyes PKV isn't forgiven after the events of the story (but don't let that stop you) Evbo can read minds, although uses a console command to do so Also, he can and should be able to use console commands without command blocks (assuming his godhood is like, a psuedo server admin situation) Prayers come in the form of letters that appear in a little book in his inventory, Unless specifically stated, these are anonymous (although if he remembers who's handwriting is who's he can probably tell at a glance who sent it) To send a traditional prayer, one must write the letter on a piece of paper (Tearing a page from a book and quill works) Go to the bottom layer, closest to the void and drop it straight in The paper will eventually, vanish due to the void's properties at being able to destroy any entity (minus the parkour god himself) and then Evbo can read it! Its more fluffy than some folks interpretation of how he receives prayers, and more specifically deliberate, but I like it :) maybe ill make a parkciv fic where he just reads the prayers people send him Thats all for now, gotta save the writing energy for tomorrow - 🐝

all i can imagine is clownpierce sending evbo hatemail through the void in hell

[whitedragoncoranth]

Rocket Secretly Likes Being Petted II

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The next time Nebula found Rocket; he was on one of the couches in the Milano Commons--sitting on Peter Quill's lap as the human petted him with gentle hands.

"Is... is he...?" Nebula asked.

"Yeah," Quill answered. "He... he's sorta here, but... not?"

Nebula nodded, having talked to Rocket before about the timer-code that took 'him' semi-offline so he could experience what it was like to be petted - or experience gentle touch altogether - without the baggage of his memories and thoughts getting in the way.

With eyes closed, and body leaning back into the human's chest, the little raccoon was purring wildly - so hard that his body was vibrating - as Peter went over his headfur, scratched him behind the ears, and then moved to stroke and scratch under his chin!

Nebula tried to approach quietly so as not to disturb them--but Rocket heard her anyway and to her shock, his eyes opened and he issued a sort of noise from his throat, some sort of trilling raccoon-call, as if to beckon her over. Deep within the hardened core of Nebula, a small, unaltered Luphomoid Girl-spirit started banging around, jumping up and down.

"Aww..." the Luphomoid Cyborg murmured. No sooner had she sat down on the couch next to Peter, then Rocket was slowly moving back and forth between them, wanting pets from both. Nebula giggled and then she and Quill did so, laughing as Rocket nuzzle-nuzzle-nuzzled and lick-licked his friends.

"Damn... we could so use him to run the Milano--I mean, listen to the sound of that engine he's got!" Quill said a while later, making poor Nebula quietly laugh so hard she nearly choked! "I didn't know raccoons could purr like that!"

Rocket was on Peter's lap again when it happened. Gradually, his purrs faded--only so he could open his mouth and yawn hugely. Then, the little raccoon blinked, closed his eyes, inhaled a slow, deep, breath through his nose and finally exhaled slowly through his mouth. "Rocket? Hey, buddy, you back with us?"

When Rocket nodded, Quill continued, "Can you say something, so we know you're with us, pal?"

Now the raccoon's eyes went misty. "Almost don't wanna," he replied, his words soft and quiet. "Don't wanna make it weird or ruin it. Jus'..." his breath hitched in a sob, "jus' let me have this, Quill, jus'..." As Peter slowly wrapped his arms about Rocket - as the awful and demeaning thoughts and memories started to creep in, telling him he was a man, that this was degrading - poor Rocket suppressed a snarl and ruthlessly crushed it all down, inhaling Quill's scent...

... not realizing that - by allowing the base raccoon to surface - the timer had allowed Rocket to do something he should have done long ago: Imprint-on-Parent. Base-raccoon-Rocket and Cybernetic-AI-Rocket connected and reached an understanding: Peter Quill was now new PARENT/SIRE/ADMIN.

... and then Rocket blinked, and slowly turned to look at Peter Quill in awe, with tear-filled eyes. Peter Quill, his new Father. Peter Quill, the most wonderful person in the world.

[unhingedkinfessions]

I ran an obscure kintype server way back (2016? 2017?) and doing so is 90% of the reason I don't talk to anyone in the community anymore. Being a discord server admin left me so jaded I just went full hermit mode. So many other things were wrong at the time so it wasnt the whole reason, but the straw that broke the camels back was some rocket raccoon kin dming me asking me to add "Peter quill shipped with anyone other than rocket raccoon" to the server blacklist that was clearly labeled as reserved only for major common phobias and triggers (because otherwise people would just server-wide blacklist every character they vaguely had beef with or people's wholeass names. I'm speaking from experience. Nearly all convos had to take place in #blacklist, therefore negating its purpose) and it was in that moment that I realized I'm really not paid to deal with these people and I nuked the entire thing without a word. I'm sure things have changed now in the community but man you couldn't pay me $1k a month to moderate a server at this point.

ROCKET RACCOON WITH PETER QUILL? IS THAT EVEN A THING? that's also a very funny thing to ask to blacklist btw.

also i get this ive moderated in servers like that and it's like. it reaches a point where you really wanna just blow everything up. we can't have all this shit on the blacklist guys. im very sorry genuinely if someone's name or a very specific meme or a popular tv show is triggering to you but there's a point where if we let everyone blacklist stuff like that then it'll be like an SCP article in here w how much is redacted. u have to be able to control Yourself and know your Own limits and know when you need to step away from a convo instead of having entire groups of people bend to accommodate you. it's just not effective or functional. and it's like always the mentally ill kinners who are doing this too. basically modding kin discord servers can suck if enough people are weird

[the-forests-blessing]

Chapter 10

Tiny orange leaves scatter all over the forest floor. Slim white trunks with black stripes of all shapes and sizes belong to the trees from which these leaves fall. Lukas can recognize the birch leaves easily, but he’s not in the mood to get excited about their presence, not when he’s just been brought to the attention of what horrific atrocities the hunters back in BeaconTown have done to this ancient woodland. 

     His anger, which had once boiled red hot, has now settled into a low simmer, his upset expression aimed in the direction of the forest floor he walks upon. He walks fast and focused, meanwhile the heavy and slow steps of the shadow that thrives here somehow manages to keep up with him. 

     “I can’t believe this,” Lukas groans again, reaching a hand up to hold his forehead as he continues to envision the scene. “I.. can’t believe this.” He knew those hunters were up to no good just from looks and suspicious behavior alone, but this is… “This is unbelievable!” He finally stops, turning on the Admin. The deity stops as well, keeping a comfortable distance between himself and the distraught blond. 

     “How? How can they be so careless?” Lukas asks the silent god, knowing he’s not going to get a response. “To destroy such a large space of forest. Do they have no idea how much damage they’ve caused!?” He crosses his arms over his muddy frontside, then scoffs as he looks away. “Trying to reach you? Could it be..” The ecologist stiffens, his expression souring at a horrid thought. “Are they trying to push you out so they can deforest? Use the land for resources?” Lukas goes silent again, taking a moment to think about it, then begins to pace whilst his mind runs rampant with ideas. 

     “Wait no.. No that wouldn’t make any sense. Why would they burn down those parts of the forest if they could just cut down the trees and replant them if they were in need of resources?” He sighs, holding himself with his arms. “I don’t understand..” 

     The Admin simply watches him, silent and unmoving. Lukas glances up at him, then away, biting the inside of his cheek as an idea takes form.. One he takes a moment to consider before taking his chances. “Okay, I–” he reaches into his satchel and grabs his journal and quill, then closes it up and begins to make an approach towards the deity, too distracted opening his journal to notice the Admin putting his guard up. “I need your help understanding this, so I was thinking maybe we could try this again? You know, the writing thing. You could just write down what hap-!”

     A sudden chill overwhelms him and his moving feet are planted firmly into the ground, rooting him to his spot. “-ened…” He looks up from his feet, watching the Admin’s tired expression strengthen into his tempered scowl, the god glaring him down as he himself chooses to close the distance and, to Lukas’ shock, yank the journal and quill from his hands. 

     The Admin retreats a few blocks back, then relents. Lukas releases a soft gasp as he becomes mobile once more, taking in a deep gulp of air after realizing he’d been holding his breath. Before he could even think to move, the deity holds out one large blue hand, gesturing ‘stop’, so Lukas does just that. He’s deeply enthralled as he watches the Admin turn his attention back and assess the journal with his own hands, even opening it and flipping through pages. Lukas’ heart hammers in his chest like an out of control piston, watching the man stop to examine freshly written passages, then finally come to a full stop and lift his quill. 

     Admin examines the quill as well and immediately Lukas feels like a fool for not offering him his inkwell. He’s about to open his mouth to let him know he’ll retrieve it for him, but the quill descending upon one of the journal's pages and the sound of its tapping assists in Lukas shutting his mouth once again. He watches the deity’s face.. How focused and stern he looks as he scowls into the book's pages. Lukas’ heart snags in his chest when the Admin snaps his gaze to him without moving, making the blond tense and look away.

    He takes to looking at the new surroundings. Taking in all the slim birch trees and how scrawny they look in comparison to the evergreens that tower over them, yet their bright orange and yellows look heavenly over the backdrop of dark greens and blues. Lukas watches a shivering leaf pluck itself from one of the birch's thin limbs, signaling the nearing of summer's end. The scribbling draws on for a bit longer than he expected, feeling antsy until the sound of the journal snapping shut just about makes Lukas shudder in anticipation for what’s been written. 

     …Only to find that pressure once again keeping his feet pinned to the ground as the deity approaches. The book is then promptly shoved back into Lukas’ hands, causing the blond to emit a soft sound of surprise and look up. His breath catches as he makes eye contact this close with the Admin. Just like back in the field, his own teal eyes gaze deep into glowing turquoise, finding the tiny white pupils boring into him. 

     The deity stares back for only a moment before his scarred nose scrunches up and his frown deepens in a look of disgust, then he continues walking past Lukas… Keeping the author pinned down like a tack in the earth until he’s a good distance away. Then he relents. 

     Lukas doesn’t wait a second. He practically throws his journal open and starts flipping the pages hurriedly, all until he finds one near the middle with ink spots that he most definitely did not create. He holds the journal open and with his held breath, reads:

      NO.

     “Wha-?” Lukas’ jaw drops, his expression a mix of disbelief and annoyance… then skepticism. The handwriting is… horrendous for what is only two single letters. The lines are disconnected and sloppy, even the O looks wobbly and deformed. He's at a momentary loss for words, looking almost offended at the response given. Not much of a writer, he assumes. He quickly picks himself up and hurries back towards the deity, making quite the ruckus almost tripping over some twisted tree roots on the way. 

     “W-wait! Admin, please!” Lukas pleads, catching up with the god, getting only a few feet away from the man’s mossy pelt before a heavy stomp and the deity turns on him. Lukas freezes in place as the Admin turns only his torso and lowers just a bit to emit a deep, guttural, and distorted growl. Like the ill-fated growl of an infuriated Ender Dragon. His dark nose scrunching up and his scarred lip curling slightly. The intimidating, downright creepy noise goes straight through the author’s core, causing what feels like ice to prick at his skin.  

     They hold eye contact and a charged silence comes between; the Admin asserting his displeasure for Lukas’ insistent disregard for more information and Lukas… His teal eyes widened, the sound made every hair on his body stand on end with chills.  He’s completely speechless while he watches the Admin slowly straighten his broad posture and his massive form expanding as he draws in a deep breath, then expels a long, heavy sigh. He then turns, leaving Lukas stunned and.. Intrigued. 

     “S-so you do have some kind of voice,” Lukas draws out in an almost winded, yet quiet tone. The author’s heart pounds in his chest after that moment. He quickly perks up and once again begins following the deity. Again, coming a bit too close and the Admin stamps a heavy foot down and turns sharply, dragging Lukas back away a couple feet. The author is stunned into silence watching the leaves and dirt get disturbed as he’s pulled along by an invisible force grabbing at the back of his adventure gear. Once again, he’s dropped about a seven blocks distance away. Awfully generous unbeknownst to Lukas. 

     The Admin straightens up again with a harrowing scowl, and with a deep huff, turns and begins walking away. Lukas doesn’t move immediately this time around, instead he draws in a soft breath and sighs, watching him go. Okay.. he’s not a fan of close contact. Got it. Lukas rubs his arm nervously, then picks his feet up to follow, allowing the distance between them both to increase, giving the bad-tempered god his space. But didn’t he put his hand on my shoulder? Lukas recalls the action, remembering how… large the palm of the Admin felt upon his shoulder.

      Maybe it’s a control thing… Lukas ponders, taking the actions into thoughtful regard. So far, the Admin always seems tense and wary of him whenever it's Lukas that’s moving, especially when he steps closer, at least from what he’s noticed. His demeanor seems calmer whenever Lukas is being held down by his powers, or even when he was being held up in that net trap. Must not be a fan of letting people close, the author concludes. Lukas can both understand and respect that. 

      From now on, I’ll keep my distance… And stop prying for information. If that’s what will help him trust me more.

     “Hmm..” Lukas hums, thinking of that with a glance down at his watch. The sundial is descending now with the shadow of nightfall ticking closer. “A-Admin?” Lukas calls out, stopping where he stands. The Admin, quite a distance ahead, stops and turns just his head slightly. From this distance, the most of what Lukas can see among the mix of birch and conifers is the deity’s shadowy build, as well as the glow of his eye looking back at him. “I was wondering if you could please teleport me home? And Dewey too, please. I’m worried about him..” 

     The Admin’s glare narrows on him, and before the inevitable happens, the blond continues with a stutter. “A-and I promise I won’t say anything about this to anyone. I respect your wishes and.. You can trust me.” Lukas speaks with his heart on his sleeve full of honesty. Whether the Admin believes him or not, he isn’t sure. A deafening silence fills the air and, before he knows it, he’s witnessing a single short nod from the man, then his vision turns white.

      In the blink of an eye, Lukas is standing out at the entrance of the forest and in front of him, only a field away, lies BeaconTown in all its unholy glory. He stands though.. no stumble or fall to recover from. It seems the Admin teleported him with that in mind this time, Lukas can only hope. 

     Teleportation.. That's so amazing, our author turns and gazes back into the tree line, wondering how on earth he does it. A flash of white brightens next to him, catching the human off guard and poof! 

      “Dewey!” Lukas exclaims with a relieved tone. The ocelot whips his head around, completely owl-eyed and covered in dried mud.. The writer leans down, grabbing his companion and pulling him into an affectionate hug. “Aw geez..” Lukas eases his hug, looking down at the jungle cat's filthy pelt. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up, buddy..” He continues to hold Dewey while he stands, exiting the shadow of the tree line and entering the sunlit field. 

     Dewey, still stunned at what just happened, stays ruffled and alert all the way back to the BeacInn. Once there, Lukas changes out of his dirty adventure clothes and into something more casual, his turtleneck and dark jeans. Dewey on the other hand has collapsed with exhaustion on the bed. After Lukas gave him a warm bath in the tub, he can hardly keep his eyes open long enough to feel Lukas pet his head and announce he's going out for a while. The ocelot merely groans, flicking the tip of his tail with defeat before descending into slumber.

     Exiting the BeacInn, Lukas is greeted with streets dimly lit by the setting sun. Golden hour, as some would call it. The man turns his head towards the clouds, noticing the faint stars of twilight beginning to twinkle their way into the sky. 

      I wonder what he's doing right now… Lukas’ mind returns to the Admin and everything that happened today. From that energetic chase following Dewey and the Allay, all the way to getting caught in that net trap. Lukas felt he was being watched. 

     The blond sighs out, tired and more than ready for bed, but he's got just one thing he wants to do. He enters Beacon’s streets walking casually, all while keeping an eye out for any of those damned hunters. Especially with that snake, Aiden, skulking around . Lukas scowls at the thought of that pathetic pale face and those green eyes full of hate. He’s never met someone so hostile in his life, and Lukas has had his fair share of run-ins with some nasty folk while he traveled. 

      Knock knock knock

      Lukas shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around while he waits. Thankfully the town seemed just as desolate as usual, so there was nothing to keep Lukas from getting to his destination on time. 

     The sound of steps coming to the door alerts Lukas to straighten up and look towards the door. When the door opens, he finds on the other side of it is a disheveled looking Radar, dressed in a yellow cardigan sweater and some dark pants. Radar looks taken aback by Lukas’ appearance on the other side, the scholar gawking with surprise, then smiling wide. “Lukas!” He greets cheerfully.

     “Uhh.. Hi,” a small awkward wave and suddenly the door is being held wide open in invitation. 

     “I’m so glad you’re here! Come on in!” Radar chirps and beckons the author with a waving hand. 

     “Oh.. Wait, you're glad?” Lukas steps in, once again taking in his surroundings, looking anywhere but at Radar as he eases out of the awkwardness. 

     “Yeah! I was hoping to see you again soon,” Radar closes the door softly, then hurries over to the couch where Nell sits criss-crossed holding what looks to be a slimeball. 

     “Sup, Lukas?” Nell asks. “What brings you into casa de Nelldar.” She squints, looking up at the ceiling as if confused by her own words. “Or would it be Radell?” 

     “Uhh.. Well to answer your ‘sup’ ,” Lukas clasps his hands together and points at the two friends sitting side by side on the couch. “I came over because.. well… I have more questions.” That made Radar and Nell both glance at each other with uncertain looks. Lukas quickly gestures for them to calm whatever comes to mind. “Okay hold on, I know what you’re thinking and no, it’s not Admin related.” Radar sighs audibly with relief while Nell just quirks a curious brow. “It’s about the New Order..” 

     Immediately Radar sucks in another sharp breath and Lukas has to restrain the urge to roll his eyes. “Don’t tell me it’s another ‘classified information’ kind of deal.” 

     “Well..” Nell starts, squeezing her slimeball and tossing it to her other hand. “It’s not classified , but it’s not something we BeaconTowner’s really talk about anymore either.” 

     “Is that so..?” Lukas draws out with a lower, skeptical tone. “Mind if I sit?” 

     “No.. go ahead,” Radar says, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the coffee table. 

     “Because I was told the Order basically fell apart. Is that true?” Lukas asks as he settles down into his seat.

     “Where did you hear that from?” Radar asks in return.

     “Petra told me, but she didn’t tell me why. The girl at the BeacInn told me it was because a team member died?” The author sits forward a little, eyeing two with attentive focus. 

     “P-Petra?” Radar stutters, looking rather shocked at the mention of her name. Lukas squints at the reaction but nods. “She actually said that to you?” 

     “Yeah, the other day. I had a run in with that Aiden guy,” that name seems to draw out a reaction from the two as well, both wincing at the mention of the aggressive hunter. “He saw me coming back from the forest and told me he was going to go tell the mayor. Next thing I know, morning comes and there’s these two hunters banging on my door. They escorted me up to that.. Tower thingy.. And brought me into her office. The whole interaction felt kind of weird, but she gave me permission to enter the forest from now on, as well as–” 

     “Woahwoahwoahwoah–” Radar motions with his hands for Lukas to stop. He then looks back at the blond, looking and sounding offended. “She gave you permission to go out there? That’s.. That’s unheard of!” Radar scoffs, crossing his arms. “What else did she say?”

     “Uhm, that if I were to travel too far in, I basically wouldn’t make it out alive. That, and she kind of said if I were to trespass deeper into that part of the woods, that she’d have to take a course of action she really doesn’t want to have to do.. Whatever that means.” Lukas shrugs. 

     “I don’t believe it..” Radar looks distraught where he sits, at quite the loss with this newfound information.

     “Yeah well, anyways, I asked why there weren't any history books here in town- no answer, but then I also asked what happened to the heroes that used to live here. I mean seriously, the town was built off of the foundation of the Witherstorm’s destruction. And that’s another thing, how are there heroes who supposedly saved the world, yet no books on them? It’s all just rumors. Sounds pretty suspicious if you ask me.” 

     Nell keeps her mouth shut during this conversation. She seems to be spacing out while she squeezes the slimeball, looking off into the direction of elsewhere within the small home. Radar uncrosses his arms by now and is leaned forward, keeping his cheek held in one hand while he gazes down at the floor and listens. When Lukas finishes speaking, it’s Radar’s turn to sigh.

     “They aren’t rumors , I swear it. It’s just that he could never find– we – could never find a person fit to tell the tales of the New Order. Everyone in BeaconTown was a builder, fighter, miner, or some other kind of creative. We never found any writers who could put enough passion from.. From his mouth onto the pages of paper, so nothing was ever published.” Radar shakes his head. “We really tried.”

     Lukas quirks a brow. “ We?” He repeats… “Who’s we and… who’s he?”  

     The unmistakable tap of rain hits the wooden roof, making each individual look up from where they sit. The tapping gets faster and harder as the seconds pass. Radar drops his gaze, lacing his fingers together. He looks focused in thought, then nods a few times before he finally stands and crosses his arms, looking elsewhere but the blond eyeing him. 

     “The New Order leader..” Radar says, then takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. “I was his intern.” 

     “You?” Lukas utters out, genuinely surprised to hear it. 

     “Yeah..” Radar nods. “A long time ago.” 

     “Huh.. Honestly, I wasn't expecting that one.” Lukas admits. 

     “Man.. Yeah, I sure do miss that guy.” Nell speaks up from the couch where she still sits. She at some point stopped playing with the slimeball to sit back on the cushion of the couch, gazing straight up at the ceiling. 

     “Ooookay. And does this guy have a name?” Lukas darts his gaze between the two. Nell sits up a bit and looks at Radar, while Radar keeps his back turned to them in what Lukas can’t tell is a defensive demeanor or not. There’s another pause where the only sound breaking the deafening silence in the room is the rain pattering against the roof. 

     “His name was Jesse…” The squeaky voice of the scholar cracks with emotion. Radar takes in a deep, grounding breath as he then straightens up and turns back towards Nell and Lukas. “But he’s gone now, and.. And there’s no chance of him ever coming back, so if you’re looking for information on the New Order, you best start looking in either BoomTown or Redstonia. B-because that’s where the other two members are.” 

      Jesse… The name echoes in his mind. He’ll make sure to write that down later.

     As for the other… two? “What? Hold on a minute, what do you mean two? I thought there were three surviving members of the New Order?” 

     “Don’t bother looking for the third.” Radar’s usually soft and excited expression sours as he speaks. “What’s left of who she once was is gone. You won’t find anything but trouble there.” 

      Won’t find anything but trouble, huh? That reminds Lukas of something else, enticing a new question to take form. “Well I really appreciate you telling me that stuff Radar. I can tell it’s not easy for you.” Lukas notices the way the younger male seems to brighten up, offering a small smile and a short nod. “I was curious by the faces you two made earlier though. In regards to me mentioning Aiden? Ring a bell?” 

     “Aughh.. Not that guy..” Nell throws herself back into the couch. “He’s a major pain in our-” 

     “He sucks! I hate that guy!” Radar shouts and throws his hands up, taking Lukas by surprise. “He’s always coming over here, pounding on our door whenever a new problem rises up! Blames us for everything! He even made us move our entire home over here! Tucked in between these buildings, we hardly have any space to build anymore!”

     “Let alone walk, talk, or live without him breathing down our necks.” 

     “BeaconTown has only gone downhill since he came here with his.. His goons.”

     “Goons?” Lukas repeats, a little perplexed by the word.

     “Maya and Gill.” Nell offers in short.

     “Yeah! A bunch of no good griefers, that’s all they are!” Radar collapses back onto the couch, sinking into it with a sigh. “Okay, I’m done yelling now.” 

     “Wow… uhh… So you guys hate him too, huh?” 

     “Totally.” 

     “Roger that, Lukas-dude.” 

     Lukas takes a moment to think about this. 

     So, from this encounter alone, he’s learned that Radar used to be the New Order’s intern, Aiden is hated amongst other BeaconTowner’s and that… The deceased leader of the New Order’s name is… Jesse. 

      Jesse… I’ve definitely heard that name before… 

     The sound of the rain draws Lukas back to his senses, willing the author up and onto his feet. “Well, thank you both for enlightening me. I really do appreciate you taking time out of your day to help me have a better understanding of what’s going on around here. I do want to talk more about this, but it’s late and today was… rough.” 

      “W-wait, Lukas, before you go.” Radar stands up and steps forward, closing the distance between himself and the author. The blond smiles awkwardly as the scholar takes his hand into both his own, giving it an.. Almost professional shake. “Thank you for what you did the other day.” Lukas squints at him, a bit confused. “The postcard I mean. You were right,” Radar steps back now, releasing Lukas’ hand which the author quickly tucks into the safety of his pants pocket. “I did need some inspiration. He-... Jesse… Wouldn't want to see BeaconTown this way. So I’m going to do my best to bring back some of the colors it once had, in honor of him.” 

     Lukas blinks, surprised yet heart warmed by the words Radar speaks. He had no idea his gift of the postcard would mean so much to him, but now more than ever does Lukas feel like he made the right decision in giving it to him. 

     “And in honor of you too.” 

     Lukas tilts his head, slightly taken aback by that statement. “In honor of me?” 

     “Yeah!” Radar chirps in a peppy tone. “You helped not only me, but Nell too. You helped us both find that drive to once again push for building rights in BeaconTown again. If you wouldn’t mind, we’d also really like a bit of your insight on the build we’re planning to commemorate BeaconTown's slow recovery.”

     “Insight? That’s.. Awfully kind of you Radar, but I don’t know a thing about building.” Lukas confesses.

     “That’s okay! Jesse always did say there’s creativity in everybody, no matter how new or how experienced they are.” 

     “Shhyeah, Radar’s right. Jesse, like, inspired me to build my first house here in town. Gave me some building material and said let your heart do the rest… or uh.. Something like that.” Nell shrugs.

     Radar reaches out and grasps Lukas’ shoulder, giving it a light shake. “Give it some thought, will you?” 

     “Hmm.. Well..” Lukas thinks it over a bit, and while he doesn't have a clue as to which blocks would be ideal for building projects, he does have at least one idea in mind. “How about something blue?” Lukas isn't sure what he was expecting with that response, but it certainly wasn't for Radar to start sniffling and get teary eyed. Lukas leans back a little bit, looking at Nell for help. “Uh.. Not a fan-?” 

     “B-blue was his.. favorite color.” Radar sniffles a bit more, then straightens up with another deep breath. “You're right, Lukas. Blue it is! I'll keep you updated on what ideas we come up with.”

     Coming back to BeacInn, Lukas enters his room and practically collapses onto the bed. Dewey opens his eyes, emitting a chirp to greet his face down owner before tucking his nose back under his tail and drifting off to sleep. Lukas turns over on the comforter, sprawling out and staring up at the ceiling. 

     After his brief talk with Nell and Radar, he felt a little bit better knowing there’s more people here in town who dislike Aiden as much as he does. Quite the trouble maker he seems to be.

     It’s.. nice having people to talk to. People who are interested in talking to him too. It’s nice knowing Radar was looking forward to seeing him just to give that small update of his newfound inspiration. It feels really nice to be responsible for that kind of positive impact on someone, and Lukas can tell that the folks here in BeaconTown need it. Whatever Radar and Nell have planned, he hopes it brings the town's spirit of creativity back. 

     Lukas turns on the bed, gazing past his dark room and out towards the windows. The arrival of rain is beginning to become something Lukas expects as summer draws closer to an end. 

     …He wonders if the Admin is okay. If the rain makes him feel as lonely as Lukas does right now. He can’t help but hope that the man is somewhere warm and dry, and that the Allay is safe with him, snuggled up in the fluffy moss of the Admin’s cloak. Lukas smiles at the thought, thinking of how cute the little blue spirit is, and how… sweet it is that it finds its sanctuary with something as massive and intimidating as the Admin. 

     And what of that poor forest? Lukas has never seen such purposeful destruction to such a harrowing degree. All that, and he’s still forced to wonder why? With everyone being so secretive, there’s still so much hurt and confusion squeezing his heart.

     As the moon rises up above the dark clouds shedding rain upon the landscape, the pattern in Lukas’ mind persists. He falls asleep thinking of him, as well as what the next day could possibly bring.

     ~

     And just like that– he’s gone. 

     Arms crossed, glare unwavering as he lingers for a few passing moments. While Lukas has still proven himself to be part of an invasive species, the words he speaks plead with Admin’s everlasting skepticism toward him. There is no deeper meaning behind his most recent actions in allowing Lukas to tread within his forest, and the parts of it that have burned down.

     A scare tactic that had turned on himself, instead of scaring off the scholar, he turned around and threw his hands up with an incredulous speech. A threatening promise to take a piece of his mind all the way back to..

     Petra..

     The name echoes within his mind, being caught with an unplanned wave of dread. There is nothing left in that field the same way there is nothing left in BeaconTown. He’s left it all to grow and bloom on its own accord, both are no longer home. 

     Admin flashes within a bright light and disappears within the following dark shadow just as the Allay itself comes floating by. The Admin’s strange omnipotence being a guide for the creature as soon as he reaches his own destination chunks away.

     The rain begins with its light droplets until it turns into a downpour. The leaves above do not offer shelter, which he can only thank the clouds above for. For the moss floor flourishes with each rain, just as the shawl does that rests along his shoulders and protects his back.

     He casts his gaze upward, looking straight to the sky as his mind sparks with the image of the scholar and his pet, if they got home before being soaked to the bone. 

     Deep within the darkness, he spies across another clearing. Though this one is made of mossy mounds and rare uncanny trees. Their knotted limbs and uncomfortable looking twisted trunks are that of nightmares. The glowing veins within their cold, dark colored bark let the Admin know that within this depth of the Forest.. he is truly alone.

     He slowly trudges forward, leaving no trailing steps behind him. The moss is healthy and reforms as each heavy step lifts away from its damp surface. It takes quite a bit of time before he centers himself within the cold biome, finding the perfect area to seat himself in the comfort of the thick moss.

     I won’t tell anyone about this. You can trust me..

     Two sides to this man. One is overly confident and selfish, while the other pleads for access to his innermost woods and for him to.. communicate. What exactly is this author after? 

     Admin shakes his head. To give this human what he wants is to put his entire life at risk, doesn't he know that yet? The past is nothing compared to what could possibly come in the future for him.. For them both.

     Lukas. 

     His name is Lukas..

     Lukas protected, played with, and then freed the Allay before thinking of freeing himself. His survival instincts tell him only that he’s been sheltered, to care more for others than for himself. 

     It's a dangerous heart to have.

     With a deep sigh, Admin retrieves the sweet berries he took from Lukas. Popping the latch off one of his many belt pockets and scooping out the little bundle that holds the red sweets. He splayed the wrap open and the berries spread atop his gloved hand, only letting one fall before he reached and plucked it from the mossy ground.

     The Deity holds it eye level with himself, losing himself in uncomfortable feelings the day had brought him back down into.

     Lukas has left him no choice but to trust him, now that he’s returned to town that is.. Whatever he may do, Admin doesn't want the ocelot harmed, nor its arrogant owner.

     Admin tosses the berry into his mouth, its sweet juices reminding him of the Allay. How scared it was to be captured so suddenly.. They're all lucky the snare wasn't equipped with an alert system. 

     That's two traps in a few days.. The hunters must be on edge now that Lukas is coming back home without well.. being horrified by Admin himself, let alone the darkness he brings. 

     She must be on edge.. 

     He’ll be on the lookout for more traps after he finishes his little snack. The rain has never stopped him before and it wouldn't stop him now, the changing colors of the leaves only remind him that it will be getting colder soon. More winds and harsh weather.. The droves of hunters that come find only weakness the longer they stay out. For the sake of the creatures that live in depths of his forest will be kept safer the more he brings the rain and cold. For the sake of Lukas’s own safety, Admins mind wanders beyond snares and pitfalls.. for the blond male is a walking weakness in itself. 

    The berries are gone, and so he stands. It’s time to get back to work. Nightfall officially comes, the rain falls with it.

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