#also creeper are freaking amazing live

[ethan-elliott]

I’ll make a coherent post in the morning but WE GOT WHEN THEY CALL MY NAME AND NEW RELIGION OH MY FREAKING GOD

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Visions And Voices"

Maul returns to be a menace and freak both me and Ezra out.

Obligatory "I've already done a live reaction version of this episode" link.

From the very beginning, with just the washed out dingy lighting and the whooshing wind sound effect, this episode already feels unsettling. The atmospheric touches here with the storm and lightning and the camera movement and shot choice once things start happening evoke a horror movie.

The way they have Hera's voice fading out and going watery every time Maul calls to Ezra, the way Ezra keeps squinting and blinking and the tiny headshake he gives like he's trying to shake off some fatigue or jerk himself alert, make himself stop seeing things...

He looks so frightened. :(

COURSE I DON'T BLAME HIM WITH THE APPARITION OF MAUL LOOKING LIKE THIS.

Kanan and Zeb both trying to shake him awake after he faints. <3

I mentioned in my original liveblog but this episode gives me major Teen Titans 2003 "Haunted" vibes, with the plotline about a character being menaced by an imaginary villain only they can see. Rebels ultimately diverged from that parallel but my mental "If I had a nickel for every time" associations linger.

Something I loved about this episode was just how present everyone was for Ezra, how worried and concerned they were over him. Like here, all the members of the crew, even Chopper, are crowded in Kanan's room waiting for him to wake up.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How Ezra touches the back of his neck like he's trying to rub out some stiffness or ache.

Oh hang on, did I just stumble across another Kanera-Sabezra mirror?

I DID! :D

Getting a little ahead of myself though, gotta appreciate this moment here with Ezra's fond little smile as Sabine bullies AP-5 about the munitions they're taking.

Also Sabine's "Can you believe this guy?" look lol.

Sabine immediately knows to send Chopper for Kanan. (Oh look, the two of them being the Most Important People in Ezra's life again. :D)

Sabine is very worried and alarmed this whole scene. She knows this isn't like him and oh ouch there are those Teen Titans "Haunted" feels come back to stab me again.

It's not actually clear what Maul was doing with this whole making-Ezra-see-him-everywhere trick--and you know it was deliberate, Ezra wasn't getting anything useful out of his end of the mind bond--but honestly the visions going unexplained are effectively creepy and unsettling enough. Personally I think it was one part to scare Ezra, make him doubt himself and his own mind, make him and everyone else think he was going crazy, and one part to manipulate him into doing something horrible he'd regret so that the Rebels would cast him out and drive him to Maul.

:((((

Hera understandably takes Ezra off the mission in light of events and heads it up herself. There's very soft worried mom energy radiating off her in this scene.

I'm kind of amazed Kanan and Sabine putting a tracker on Ezra without telling him didn't get any rancid takes complaining about how ~cLeArLy tOxIc~ it was. Maybe people actually remembered the part of Ezra's characterization where he tends to impulsively go off half-cocked to save people and figured, "Oh, Kanan's taking some obvious precautions in case he does that." Or maybe they decided given two previous kidnapping attempts Kanan was allowed a little paranoia over his kid.

Aaaaaaand this is the first we've heard Ezra's theme in a while.

(Note: Sabine has already painted one of Ezra's new Scout Trooper helmets, which he decides to wear to see Bendu. Even though the last time they rode the speeder into the Bendu's hollow he didn't bother wearing a helmet at all. Upgraded your comfort item/security blanket metaphor there, Ezra, eh?)

Full on horror strings here as we pan up to Maul just chilling like a creeper at the top of the hollow.

The way Ezra almost steps between Maul and Kanan. <3

Something I loved this episode was Ezra consistently rejecting Maul's attempts to touch him, smacking or shoving his hand off his shoulder, deliberately stepping away and keeping a distance.

Since a straightforward request was denied, Maul resorts to blackmail, threatening to broadcast the location of the base to the Empire and oof, Ezra's face.

Maul then dangles the "key to defeating the Sith" carrot in front of them, which activates Ezra's Hero Complex and hyper-responsibility and is what makes him agree to go. See, Maul is his responsibility, it's his fault Maul is even after them in the first place, so Ezra feels a sense of obligation to take care of him as a personal problem.

Love how Kanan says Phoenix Squadron will just wholecloth pack up and move to a new base in order to keep Ezra safe. I don't think it works like that Kanan, lol, but the spirit is appreciated.

Ezra's awfully confident that Maul won't hurt him and, ngl, that is not a risk I would have taken. But Kanan decides to trust Ezra and so the snippet of Ezra's theme that's been playing (marking his gesture of self-sacrifice) gives way to the same cue that played when Vader was descending on top of the TIE Advanced in "Twilight of the Apprentice", kind of an auditory callback to Malachor and the start of this whole arc.

Sabine's already getting the Phantom II prepped. <3

Dathomir looks appropriately hellish. Twisted gnarled trees, barren rocks, broken architecture, drenched in deep red with fog obscuring the horizon.

It's subtle at first and grows more obvious as the episode carries on but Maul is a little bit, ah... bipolar in his actions and displays of emotion here. He oscillates between speaking calmly, growling in frustration, outright snapping at Ezra sometimes, cackling to himself randomly, and of course dropping his voice down into that soft, vulnerable cadence that's his go-to whenever he wants to garner and play to Ezra's sympathies. Ezra takes his erratic behavior in stride, for the most part, doesn't flinch or comment on Maul's mood swings.

Really do love the environment work Rebels does. <3

Ezra flippantly dismissing Maul's murder hoard as "junk" lol.

"Fun" easter egg to note: The scrawled Mand'oa on the wall spells KENOBI.

Aaaaaaand our introduction of the plot device that is the darksaber, displayed prominently under a cubist painting of Satine, whose theme plays as Ezra examines the darksaber. This reference is pure fanservice for TCW fans. It basically means nothing to me emotionally, I was never a fan of Satine or her romance with Obi-Wan, so mostly I just feel offended and creeped out on her behalf that a painting of her got hauled to Maul's murder cave and defaced.

(Interesting to note that the slashes of... paint?... blood?... stuff crosses out Satine's eyes and cuts her throat. Is Maul reveling in his murder of her, trying to relive it by destroying her image? Did he stub out her eyes to stop her from "staring" at him? Who knows.)

Okay I lied, Ezra flinches precisely once, right after Maul yells at him not to touch the darksaber.

I like to think it was possibly calling out to him, the kyber crystal inside a natural siren song to Force wielders, and that's how Ezra knows it's some kind of lightsaber and not just a weird stick.

Love the drums in this music cue. It's got some exotic-sounding eastern instruments in it too, I think I might hear a bit of didgeridoo?

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How Ezra screws up his face in preparation to down the potion, it obviously doesn't smell or taste very good lol.

The music turns frantic and rushing when we cut the Sabine and Kanan landing out, like it's telling them to hurry. More exotic instruments, some kind of tinny percussion, cymbals maybe?

Right, so this episode was clearly another Halloween special right? Has all the perfect trappings of one lol.

Maul strays into Dangerously Genre Savvy here; he never intended to pay for using the Nightsisters' magick himself and his dialogue to Ezra seems to indicate he didn't intend to sacrifice Ezra to them either. So his plan was either to evade the spirit witches long enough to get away scott free, or he was counting on other members of the Spectres to come after Ezra trying to save him.

Either way, it leads to one of the creepiest scenes in the show.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The bewildered way Kanan's head jerks around right before the Nightsister spirit possesses him, like he can tell that something freaky is there but he can't tell what or where.

The unnatural character movement the animators use for Possessed!Kanan and Possessed!Sabine is really good; they're limp like puppets for a bit before the spirits take full control, and even afterwards move in jerky, inhuman motions.

And thus a half-dozens angst!fics were written lol. (And still not nearly enough.)

Ngl, Maul technically does show Ezra how to save his friends buuuuut he gets no points for that since he clearly thought Ezra would just write them off and come with him.

I'm still amazed he didn't just kidnap him right there. Kenobi obsession too strong I guess.

Other people have already pointed out the irony of Maul screaming at Ezra to forget the past and his attachments while himself being obsessed with the past and clearly trying to use Ezra as a Replacement Goldfish for Savage but I'll mention that anyway.

You know, the Fridge Horror of this episode is really unsettling. I know at least one fanficcer and @better-call-mau1 have asked the question of how, exactly, does possessing Kanan and Sabine allow the Nightsisters to rebuild their clan? They're either going to use Kanan and Sabine to perform some kind of freaky necromancy ritual, use them to lure other Rebels in (seems like it'd have limited effectiveness, eventually Rebel Command would decide retrieval isn't worth it), or they would rebuild the clan using more... ah... conventional means.

Add that unsettling thought to how possessed Sabine seems to stalk Ezra, specifically, while the possessed Kanan returns to the altar and fkhkhffjhjhgggfgjjjj--

Yeah.

"That doesn't belong to you!" "Then take it from me, Jedi!" Are they talking about the darksaber or Sabine's body?

...Yes.

This music cue is amazing. Possessed Sabine scrabbling on the ground like a feral animal while Ezra just calmly Force Pushes her out of the threshold is excellently staged.

Well that's a heart eyes expression if I ever saw one lol.

Sometimes I like to listen to different language tracks for specific dramatic parts of shows or movies, to see how other actors do it, compare performance notes and kjsahfkajshfkajh one of the Chinese Nightsister-possessed Kanans was one of the most horrifying scary things I've ever heard.

This scene is just heartwrenching. A lot of this episode was spoiled in the trailers so this maybe didn't have as much dramatic impact as it should have had at the time but I still found it pretty gut-punching. A little short, maybe. That's about it.

This is one of Ezra's finer moments, frankly, outsmarting and defeating the Nightsister spirits. You really feel the care he has for Kanan. Love it. <3

From the moment Ezra said that the answer to destroying the Sith was "Obi-Wan Kenobi" I think I knew it was a false flag and what Maul had manipulated him to see. Because, obviously, they key is Luke.

Interesting how Ezra thinks if Obi-Wan doesn't, eventually, fight, that the Sith can't be stopped. He's pinning a lot of hopes on a man who doesn't, ultimately, wind up being the narrative Chosen One who accomplishes that task. Again, more on that later in "Twin Suns".

Ezra seems to pay Sabine a glance as he passes, aww.

*PORTENTS OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT*

This episode is one of my favorites, and the "Haunted" mental connections are only one of the reasons why. It's got great dialogue, creepy suspense, adorable subtle Sabezra moments, furthering of Maul's slow mental degradation and descent into full ruin, and Ezra gets to be amazingly self-sacrificing, brave, and awesome in it. What's not to love?

[drabbles-mc]

Delivery

Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Could you do one where the mayans are in lockdown and you go into labor. I can maybe taza/bishop or letty delivering and baby daddy freaking out and telling the guys not to look. Im not picky about the guy whoever you think fits best.

Warnings: language, mentions of birth and all the stuff that goes along with it I guess? I really didn’t get graphic with it at all, Creeper being a softie

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Full disclaimer I know nothing about giving birth. Everything I know I’ve learned from TV shows. So, if any of this is inaccurate in any way, that’s why lol. Regardless, hope you guys enjoy the fic! Creeper as a dad gives me all the soft feelings. Also sorry for not posting as much this week--saying it’s been a long fuckin’ week would be the understatement of the century so I haven’t really done much writing at all. Hoping to get through some more requests this weekend though! xo

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Going into lockdown at the clubhouse at 39 weeks pregnant hadn’t been on your list of things to do. Truthfully, for the last month or so of your pregnancy you’d stayed away from the clubhouse altogether unless you needed to get something from or for Creeper. He completely supported your decision, too. There was way too much smoke and alcohol and chaos at the clubhouse for you these days. Plus you needed to be somewhere with some kind of air conditioning or you turned into an entirely different person.

To his credit, Creeper did everything he could to keep you comfortable. And the last thing that he wanted to do was tell you that they were going into lockdown. You knew from the second he came home that afternoon that something was off.

“What’s up, baby?” you asked, walking over to him as he stood at the entrance to living room.

He met you halfway, gently caressing your belly before leaning in to kiss you lightly on the lips, “You know I love you, right?”

You leaned back, hands resting on top of your baby-bump, “What’d you do, Neron?”

He held his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t do anything, Mama. I swear.”

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t just tell you that I love you?”

You arched one eyebrow, “Not with that look in your eyes, you can’t.”

He chuckled, loving and hating how well you could read him. He sighed, running his hand back over the smooth skin of his head, “I love you. Promise you’re not gonna be mad at me for what I’m gonna tell you?”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” you crossed your arms, waiting for the hammer to drop.

He didn’t want to meet your eyes as he said it, but somehow he managed to, “I gotta take you to the clubhouse.”

Your eyes narrowed, “Why?”

There was a long stretch of silence, “Lockdown.”

“You’re kidding me. You’re joking, right?”

“I’m not. I’m sorry, baby,” he reached and took your hands in his own, “You know I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t think you needed to.”

You sighed, watching his hands as he traced his thumb along your knuckles, “Shit’s getting that bad?”

He gave one slow nod, “Just tryin’ to keep everyone safe.”

Pressing your lips together into a thin line, you nodded. You knew that at the end of the day, he had minimal say in decisions like these. And, he was right, he wouldn’t ask this of you if he didn’t think it was necessary. That didn’t make you want to do it, though.

“Alright. Let me pack a bag.”

He shook his head, “I got you, baby. Just get your purse and shit. I got the rest.”

You chuckled, “I can pack my own clothes, Neron. I’m pregnant but I’m still capable.”

He insisted that you let him, trying to make up for the fact that you were in the position of having to leave because of him in the first place. You let him have that, standing back as he collected things to pack for you. You were impressed that he knew all of your favorite pieces of clothing, things that were actually still comfortable for you at this stage in your pregnancy. He didn’t say much as he got everything together for you.

“Grab the hospital bag, too, baby,” you said as you leaned against the doorframe.

“Yea?” his eyes grew wide.

You nodded, “Yea. You know how long we’ll be in lockdown for? ‘Cause this little one is ready to pop,” you gestured to your stomach.

“Shit. You’re right.”

You laughed, “Usually, yea.”

He refused to let you carry any of the bags to the car. You knew that he wouldn’t let you, but you still offered to. He opened the passenger side door and helped you step up into the car. You leaned back in the seat, taking a deep breath as you tried to mentally prepare for what the next few days were going to be like. The guys would do anything for you. That was always the case, but ever since you became pregnant, all of them had been extra attentive when given the opportunity. You often wondered if Creeper had anything to do with it.

When Creeper parked in front of the clubhouse, you saw a lot of familiar faces. You saw the guys, of course, but you also saw everyone’s family members that you didn’t get to see all that often. Most of them kept their families separate from the MC and you couldn’t blame them for it. But during times like this, everyone came together.

Creeper had all the bags slung over his arms and shoulders as he ran to open the car door for you. You chuckled as he held out a hand to help you out. How he managed to not tip himself over was a mystery to you. He directed you over to Bishop before scampering off to get his dorm set up and as comfortable as it would get for you.

You looked at Bishop, both of you had tired smiles on your faces. You were each exhausted for very different reasons, but there was still that level of sympathy there. He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek and you did your best to give him a hug.

“So, Neron tells me that you’re the one I’m supposed to be mad at about this?” you laughed as you gestured to the clubhouse.

Bishop laughed, nodding, “Afraid so. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know this isn’t where you wanna be right now.”

“No, it’s not,” you chuckled, gently rubbing your hands on your stomach, “But it’ll be alright.”

“Anything you need, you let us know.”

You nodded, “I will. Thank you, Bishop.”

He shook his head, “Thank you. I can’t imagine how tough this is.”

“We’re tough,” you gently patted your stomach.

He smiled, “You guys ever find out what you’re having?”

You shook your head, “Nope. Keeping it a surprise.”

He took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, “You’re truly amazing.”

Bishop offered to walk with you back to the dorms and you let him, hoping that you would get a few crumbs of information about what was going on. Creeper didn’t tell you too much these days for fear of stressing you out and negatively affecting the baby. You appreciated his concern but not knowing occasionally drove you nuts. But Bishop was keeping a tight lip as well. You asked a couple questions and he skillfully dodged them. That was when you knew for a fact that Creeper had said something to the guys. The man really did try to think of everything.

Just as you were about to walk up to the door, someone cleared their throat behind you, “Excuse me.”

You and Bishop both turned, your eyes growing wider when you saw Chucky walking by, air conditioning unit wrapped up in his arms.

“My apologies, Y/N,” he said as he brushed past you as carefully as possible, “but this is for you so I hope you’ll forgive me barging through.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “You’re fine, Chucky. No need to apologize,” you paused as you followed him back into the room, “Where…where did the AC unit come from?”

“The office,” he replied as he and Creeper started getting it set up in the window.

“Chucky,” you shook your head, “I can’t take that from you. You’ll melt out there without having it all day.”

He and Creeper both turned around and simultaneously shook their heads. Chucky spoke up, his tone genuine as ever, “The two of you need it much more than I do.”

You smiled, resting your hand on your stomach, “Thank you. I…I really appreciate it.”

Once the air conditioner was all set up, Bishop and Chucky disappeared out of the room and left you and Creeper by yourselves. You sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, glad to be back off of your feet for a little bit. Creeper came and sat down next to you, gently rubbing your back. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head as you leaned against him. It was hot, and you were uncomfortable, and truthfully the clubhouse was the last place you wanted to be. But he was trying so hard to make it as nice for you as he possibly could, and you couldn’t fault him for that.

“Thank you, baby,” you reached and rested your hand on his knee, “for doing all of this.”

“Anything else you need?”

You shook your head, “Just for you guys to get your business sorted,” you laughed, “But really, Neron, I’m fine. Thank you.”

He stayed with you for a little while, helping you finish unpacking everything. Despite the chaos, you always felt safe with him. Even when things were falling apart, he always made you feel like he had it all together, and that was the kind of stability that you needed. He’d been your rock throughout your whole relationship, but even more so since you became pregnant. He stepped up to the plate in ways that you wouldn’t have ever even imagined. You hadn’t really known what to expect because of his involvement with the club, but he reprioritized immediately. And no one in the club was brave enough to try and stand in his way about it.

A couple days went by and you were much more comfortable than you thought you were going to be. It wasn’t quite like being at home, but you could only expect so much. All things being considered, things were going smoothly. Letty was by your side almost constantly and you had to admit that it was nice to have another woman around in the midst of so much testosterone.

You were trying to find a comfortable position to sit in on the couch in the clubhouse. Nothing really felt comfortable at this point but you still tried. You were ready for lockdown, and your pregnancy, to be finished. You just wanted to be able to hold your baby in the comfort of your own home.

Letty saw you struggling and brought you a glass of ice water, knowing there wasn’t a whole lot else that she could really do for you. You appreciated the gesture, though, and it did help a little just to hold the cold glass in your hands. You were about to thank her when a sharp pain shot through you, catching you off-guard and causing you to drop the glass. It shattered on the ground as you groaned in pain, pressing your hand to your side.

“Fuck,” you tried to take a deep breath but it was hard to breathe through the sudden surge of pain.

“Shit, you okay?” Letty was crouched down by your side in an instant, trying not to step on the broken glass that littered the floor.

“Um, yea. I’m…I’m alright,” you took a steady breath.

“Uh…Y/N?” her eyes grew wide, “Do you…do you want me to call Creep?”

The shooting pain that went through you had temporarily distracted you from the fact that your water broke. You saw the look on Letty’s face, though, and it brought you back to reality. That’s when the anxiety really started to rush through you.

“Are they even here?” you hadn’t seen any of the men in a couple hours, and you had no idea where they had gone off to.

“I’ll go get Chucky and ask,” she stood up.

You grabbed her hand before she could leave, “No! Fuck, sorry just…send someone else. I can’t be here alone.”

“Shit, shit,” she looked around and spotted the newest prospect, “Steve! Go find Chucky or one of the guys. Get them in here now.”

With a nod he took off on his mission, barreling through the front door. Letty crouched back down next to you, trying to find the right things to say to help keep you as calm as possible. You appreciated her efforts but all you could think about was the fact that you might be delivering this baby essentially alone if none of the guys were around or close to being back. Another shot of pain went through you and you cursed, squeezing hard onto Letty’s hand. She cringed but didn’t say anything, trying to be whatever it was that you needed.

Hardly a minute later, the door to the clubhouse swung open and an entire entourage came charging in. Creeper led the pack, practically sprinting over to you. The fact that most of the guys still had on their sunglasses and had helmets dangling from their hands clued you into the fact that they must’ve just gotten back from wherever they had been.

“Are you okay?” he tried to nicely but quickly take Letty’s space by your side, “What do you need? What can I do?”

“I need a fucking hospital,” you grit your teeth through the pain of your next contraction.

“I think it might be too late for that, Y/N,” Bishop said with a slight shake of his head, clearly not thrilled about having to give you that piece of news.

“What?” you and Creeper responded in unison.

“I think you can either give birth here, or in the car on the way to the hospital,” he sounded calm but his brain was racing at a mile a minute, “But I don’t think that baby is gonna wait for the whole commute. The hospital isn’t exactly close.”

“Fuck,” you leaned your head back, nails digging into Creeper’s arm for a moment as you tried to breathe your way through another contraction. You looked over at Bishop, “You sound like you know what you’re talking about, Bishop.”

“I mean, I’ve always had the easy part of things. I just had to stand there and be encouraging.”

“Well,” you waited for his eyes to meet yours, “congrats. You’ve been promoted from presidente to doctor.”

His heart dropped into his stomach and he immediately shook his head, “Y/N, I don’t think—”

“Bishop. It wasn’t a suggestion. You’re the only one who has been through this in present company. Time to step the fuck up,” you impressed yourself with how confident you sounded, because on the inside you felt like you were falling apart, “Plus,” you managed what you could of a laugh, “It’s your clubhouse.”

He was nodding but you could see it in his eyes that he was trying to get a million different thoughts in order. He looked around, trying to figure out what he needed and what had to be moved around and changed in order to get this done. People used to do this with nothing, surely they could all figure it out.

At some point the switch in his brain flipped and he started directing people, the authority shining through in his voice as he sent people off on their miniature missions. He helped you move to the other sofa, leaving the shattered glass behind. There were a million different feelings coursing through you as you watched the clubhouse get turned into a makeshift delivery room. Creeper didn’t leave your side, letting you come close to breaking his hand each time another contraction hit. Through every one he kept his voice calm and level, and if you hadn’t been so overwhelmed you would’ve made a point to thank him. That was the farthest thing from your mind, though.

Neither of you explicitly said anything, but at one point you and Bishop looked at each other and simultaneously recognized that the two of you were going to be a whole different kind of close once this was all over with. You trusted Bishop with your life, like you did with everyone in the MC, but this was going to be a whole new level.

“Hey!” Creeper shouted over the hustle and bustle of the clubhouse, “If you’re not Bishop, or Y/N, get the fuck out.”

You choked out a laugh at the bluntness of his statement. You couldn’t pretend that you weren’t relieved by it though—the last thing you wanted was an audience for this. Once everyone began filing out, he returned his attention to you, gently wiping the sweat off of your forehead.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he nodded encouragingly, “I love you.”

Everything fell away into an extremely painful and exhausting blur. Time meant nothing to you as the three of you got through the whole ordeal together. Each of you was in uncharted territory.  The two of them hid their nerves and uncertainty well, knowing that you had enough to worry about without them adding to the stress.

Bishop took a deep breath as he looked at you. He tried desperately to remember what it was like to be in the delivery room all those years ago, trying to channel the reassurance that the doctors emitted despite the fact that he was wildly unqualified, “Y/N, it’s time to push.”

You were already exhausted, sweating and crying and in pain. The thought of getting through this last stretch almost felt like too much. But when you felt Creeper bracing his hand against your back, his other hand gripping yours tight, you got the slightest bit of a second wind.

Truthfully, you almost blacked out from the pain. At one point you were certain that you broke Creeper’s entire hand and that he wouldn’t be able to ride again from the damage done. Somehow, miraculously, Bishop managed to keep his composure throughout the entire thing. Going through this with you felt like it was much higher stakes than anything he had ever done with the MC. The amount of adrenaline in his system was unreal and he had no idea how he was able to keep his hands steady. Both his and Creeper’s voices sounded extra soothing and reassuring. Focusing on that and your breathing were the only things keeping you tethered to reality as your body became overwhelmed with everything that was happening to it.

You groaned in pain, tears streaming down your face as you locked your fingers around Creeper’s hand, giving one last push. You collapsed backwards, unable to stop your crying as you tried and failed to catch your breath. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your head as your mind and body tried to sort out everything that it was going through.

Everything else immediately faded away when you heard the sound of your baby crying for the first time. You sat upright, fresh tears in your eyes as you looked at Bishop and the baby. This time, Creeper was the one giving your hand a squeeze.

Bishop carefully wrapped the baby in a blanket and walked towards you, there was a smile on his face, “She’s beautiful.”

A sob slipped past your lips as you held out your arms to take her, a smile taking over your entire face as Bishop gently handed her over to you. You looked at her, unable to believe that you really did it. Glancing over at Creeper, you saw the tears in his eyes as well. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, reaching out to gently rest her tiny little hand on top of his.

“I’ll give you guys a minute,” he gave Creeper’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he walked to leave the clubhouse.

It was just the three of you in the silence of the empty clubhouse. You sniffled, tears still staining your face as you smiled down at your baby. You looked over at your husband, “You wanna hold her?”

It was the first time that he looked up at you, the first time he was able to pry his eyes off of his daughter, “Yea, yea,” his voice was soft and you could tell that he was trying to keep his emotions in check.

You carefully handed her over to him and you could see his entire demeanor shift as he held her. From the second he cradled her in his arms he was an entirely different man. He was whispering things to her that not even you could hear. You rested one hand on his shoulder, shifting your gaze back and forth between him and your daughter.

“We did it, Neron,” your voice was quiet, a little hoarse, “We did it.”

He looked up at you, a smile on his face, “You did it, Mama,” he leaned over and gave you a quick, light kiss on the lips, “You did so good.”

“How’s your hand?” you smiled.

He chuckled, returning his gaze to the baby, “I’ll live,” he glanced up at you, “Not bad for a lockdown delivery, huh?”

You shook your head, “Not bad. Might have to keep Bish on the hook for the next one.”

His eyes lit up, “Next one?”

You leaned against him, “Yea,” you gazed at your daughter, reaching over to trace your thumb lightly along her cheek, “Think your hand can survive another delivery?”

“Anything for you,” he turned his head and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I love you.”

You smiled, unable to take your eyes off of the baby, “I love you too.”

[joellesolo]

So, okay, I’ve been on this site for over eleven years now (!!) and today I was randomly thinking about some of my tumblr crushes and realized in the prime of my tumblring, ten eleven years ago, every single thought I had was made into a post. Every single one of them. I was so bad with oversharing. In that vein, here’s some thoughts on my tumblr crushes (in no order) and what happened with them:

1. This one was a very, very minor crush. It started, then I could sense sizzling between him and my BFF and shut it down. He is only mentioned because he comes up during crush #2. He also turned out to be a douchebag; he would send me hate mail on anon. I had an IP tracker and was like, what the fuck, and he’d deny it, until he and my bff started dating and he admitted to her that he’d do it when he was drunk. (Which was a lie, because, who’s drunk at two pm? Don’t @ me with time zones, he was on the west coast too. Happened all the time.)

2. This one was a big crush, like, oh wow. For several years. And I always kinda thought there was something reciprocated because we talked a lot, about everything from Star Wars to GoT to pets and, yeah, years of talking. He’s actually one of the two people I’ve ever met off of tumblr. So, we’re sitting there at Starbucks, and I’m freaking out because I’m sitting with a tumblr crush (!!!) and it happens to be the same day my bff flew out to see crush #1 for the first time and I brought that up. And he gets really sad, and goes, yeah I know, I’ve had a crush on her for forever. And then I shrivel up and die inside because I legit thought he might’ve liked me as more than a friend, but just laugh it off and go ha, ha, funny, because I used to crush on #1! and then we changed topics and that was the end of that crush. 

3. This guy was probably like... most serious? In the sense of how much I liked him. (Keep in mind, I was still very much in love with Michael throughout all of these crushes but thought that wasn’t reciprocated and was looking elsewhere.) He actually followed me for the longest time and send me messages during tumblr games and would compliment my pictures and I’d interact with him but at the time I had like, 500 followers (not a bunch, I know, but it was for me) and I didn’t follow every single person who followed me and by this point I was sure anyone who would even think of liking me must be a creeper in some way. (Because, I had several regular creepers sending me anons and stuff, legit creepers.) But one day I see this amazing cosplay of a really, really cute guy dressed up as the Eleventh Doctor in Ten’s clothes in handcuffs (you know the scene, after Matt Smith regenerates) and I was like, uh, shit, that guy is CUTE, and I hit reblog so fast!! And, uh, then this follower, crush #3 reblogs it from me saying, hey that’s me and you guys, I died. AGAIN. (I die a lot.) It was super embarrassing because I had been writing him off as a weirdo and he... was definitely not. And, if he was, he was the cutest weirdo I had seen in like a long time (I know, call me shallow). After I got over my embarrassment, I followed him back, and it started a couple years of talking back and forth and flirting (I think? Maybe? We’ve established I’m not great at seeing it) and he only lived a few hours away and one night I got drunk with my mom and her boyfriend who was a pilot and he was like, hey, I’ll fly you to where #3 lives, seriously. Because I had been going on and on about this crush for so long and they probably were relieved I was over Michael (was trying to anyway) and yeah, I was like, shit, let’s go! Then I ended up in the hospital and then things got really bad and although #3 and I would message, I never took up the offer to fly and visit him because my health was so bad.  But today, for some reason, I was daydreaming while curling my hair and it’s like... what if I didn’t go to the hospital that night? What if I had met this guy, and maybe things worked out, or maybe they didn’t but at least we would have tried? How different would my life be?

I love my life, I love Michael, I love my girls, SO MUCH. (Not a fan of my health and body but hey, working on it.) But, who knows? It was just a really weird thought, and, in the spirit of Joelle eleven years ago, this is what I would’ve done. Except I would’ve come up with code names *cough Matt Smith cough* and it would’ve been even longer.

But, for all I know, everyone is happy. I follow #2 on IG and he’s married with dogs which is amazing, I am SO happy for him, #3 is also on IG and... he exercises? He doesn’t really share, like, ever. I don’t even know if he’s still on it tbh and I think it’d be weird if I went looking, ha. And... honestly, don’t give a shit about #1, doesn’t deserve to be on this list except for the weird meeting thing with #2. 

So, there’s my ode to my tumblr crushes, some guys I liked when I was trying (and failing) to get over Michael. And, that’s longer than I thought it was going to be, my bad. I don’t think any of them still use tumblr but if you’re #2 or #3 and you see this, hey, hope things are good for you, isn’t life wild?!

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHUCKIE ❜

with the Mayans MC and Chuck ‘Chuckie’ Marstein.

Request: I'm so happy you're taking requests again!!! Can you please do something with they mayans crew where you're friends with Chucky and you ask the crew to throw a birthday party for Chucky because she sees that they actually love him?

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 800.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on Google.

Masterlist.

Since you came to Santo Padre, almost one year ago, Chuckie has been one of your best friends. He always has treated you with kindness and respect, and you enjoy every single moment you spend together.

You also have seen how much the guys love him, even if they think that he's a little weird. You don't know much about his past, but he looks like he was a good man with a wrong company.

So, you want to thank him for everything he does every day for the Mayans and for you. And you're aware that he hasn't celebrated his birthday since… Twenty years ago.

“What's the matter, querida?”

With Leti's help, Chuckie is out of the clubhouse, so you have been reunited with the Mayans at the Templo. Placing your hands over the big wooden table, you look at everyone.

“Next Thursday it's Chuckie's birthday”.

The looks on their faces change to somewhat more relaxed, thinking for a moment that you were in trouble or something like that.

“So, what?”

“We are going to have the best birthday party ever”. Highlighting every word by pointing them with your finger over the table, you wait for a reaction. The guys chuckle about to get up from their chairs. “SIT THE FUCK DOWN RIGHT NOW”.

Even Tranq is scared as fuck when he hear your voice echoing around the place. Frowning at them, you take off from a pocket five pieces of paper to hand them out for every two Mayans.

“Coco and Angel, you're in charge of the food. Creeper and Gilly, you're with the drinks. Tranq and Riz, I want everything clean. But I want it so clean that I can lick the floor. Taza and Prez, here you have the list of guests, call them all. And if someone doesn't want to come, tell them that I will appear every night in their nightmares to torment their lives, okay? And EZ, you and I are in charge of the decoration”.

Surrounding the table, you come back to the front, the star point under their looks. Noticing that they're processing yet their tasks, you walk towards Bishop to grab the mallet and hit the table, as he usually does.

“MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASSES”.

The guys run away from you, except El Presidente, who is looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a hand on his chin.

“I was excited to use it…” You whisper, making him chuckle.

In less than two days, everything is on point. All the guests have confirmed their assistance, and Happy came one day before the party to help you with all the decoration.

Of course, Chuckie doesn't suspect anything. Not even when he finds one of his best friends there just for a courtesy visit.

When you check again that all the food and the drink are in the warehouse, you go to look for the birthday boy.

“Hey! I need your help tomorrow with the car inventory”. Worst excuse ever.

“For sure, pretty girl”. He replies with a big smile. Oh, Jesus, he's super innocent.

“Okay, good! Maybe we can take away some food for dinner”.

“I accept that”. He nods.

Before leaving the office, you can't help but hug him strongly.

“I love you, Chuckie. You're amazing.

The great day has arrived.

Thanks to Leti who took Coco's car, drove to Yuma and punctured the car wheel, to make Chuckie come for her with the crane. That gives you three hours.

Between the Sons of Anarchy and you, the decoration all around the yard gets placed, while Vicki's girls blow up a lot of balloons.

The Mayans set up the main table, the bar with the drinks and the barbecue.

So, when Leti texts you that they're ten minutes away from the clubhouse, everything is on point and you can't feel more proud.

All of you are standing in the front yard, you after them grabbing a birthday's bandana waiting for Leti and Chuckie.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. As soon as he is coming in, you all yell surprising him.

Chuckie stops dead in his steps, looking around all the things you have made with Mayans and SOA help. Walking towards him, you put on him the bandana, before hugging him. He can't even say a word about anything, freaking out in silence. What you weren't expecting was the guys starting to sing the birthday song, making you laugh, while Leti and you lead him close to them.

“Thank you… It's… amazing”. He just says.

“We accept that, Chuckie”. Happy replies before giving him a hug. “Happy birthday, brother”.

[firelord-frowny]

i’m up in the middle of the night as per usual, and also as per usual, i’m freaking myself out by reading about morbid shit, and tonight it’s People Who Escaped From Serial Killers, and how fucking horrifying that must be, 

and what I did not know about the capture of Jeffery Dahmer was, in summary: 

(obligatory trigger warning for discussion of greusome murders omfg)

He’s out bein a creeper in typical serial killer fashion, asking random dudes to come home with him so he can ~take some pictures of them~ for money. one Idiot Dude is like “hellyeah, bro, i’ll let you take some pictures of me.” 

So they go into his home (apartment, I think?) and for some reason the Idiot Dude does not immediately leave upon discovering that the home literally reeks of dead bodies. And at some point, dahmer puts handcuffs on the dude and then he’s like “imma kill you for funsies.” and the dude is like, uh, could you NOT?? and Dahmer is like “nah imma do it, and also i’m gonna eat your heart.” 

Idiot Dude manages to get dahmer to let his guard down at some point, then punches him in the face and runs away! Woo! Escape of the Grand Idiot!

So, Idiot Dude finds some cops outside and he’s like “hi, a lunatic handcuffed me and said he was going to eat me, can you take these cuffs off of me, please?” 

and they’re like “ok sure” but then they discover that the cuffs use a different kind of key than the one they carry. So they’re like “well let’s just go find your lunatic friend and get the key from him.” 

So the cops and the idiot all go up to the apartment and dahmer is like “oh hello, you delightful officers, i see you have met my dear friend, Idiot.” 

And they’re like “yeah, can we get the key to uncuff Idiot?” 

So one of the cops goes to look for the key in the bedroom, and while he’s in there, he DISCOVERED PICTURES OF DISMEMBERED BODIES THAT WERE OBVIOUSLY TAKEN IN THAT VERY SAME APARTMENT???? 

So obviously they’re like “uh you’re under arrest for being an actual demon” and dahmer is fighting them as they try to detain him

and what is so FUCKING WILD to me about this is that THEY DIDN’T KILL HIM!!!!

They have an actual serial killer with PICTURES OF DISMEMBERED BODIES AND THE STENCH OF ROTTING FLESH IN THE HOUSE. They discover A FRESHLY SEVERED HEAD IN THE FRIDGE!!!! 

AND YET! THEY DON’T SHOOT HIM!!!!! 

THEY TAKE HIM ALIVE!!!!

A BLACK DUDE CAN BE STRANGLED TO DEATH EXECUTED IN PUBLIC AND IN BROAD DAYLIGHT FOR MAYBE HAVING DRUGS

BUT A WHITE SERIAL KILLER WITH A FRESH HEAD IN THE FRIDGE AS HE TRIES TO RESIST ARREST GETS TAKEN INTO CUSTODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GETS TO HAVE A TRIAL! GETS TO EXERCISE HIS RIGHTS!!!

AND IN THE END, HE WASN’T EVEN SENTENCED TO DEATH!!! HE WAS SENTENCED TO NINE HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE YEARS IN PRISON!!!! Which means Literally Nothing, considering humans don’t even fucking LIVE that long, like, wtf kind of useless, petty bullshit is that?? JUST KILL THE MOTHERFUCKER!!!*

That sick monstrosity of flesh would still be alive today if another inmate at the prison didn’t decide to do The Lords Work and beat that son of a bitch to death!! 

And I’m just???

kinda GENUINELY shocked and floored that nobody at the scene of dahmer’s arrest just fuckin snapped and killed him on the spot. AMAZED that no one evidently ~feared for their life~ in the presence of SOMEBODY WHO CUTS UP HUMAN BEINGS AND EATS THEM!!! Shit, I prolly woulda shot that sick fuck in the neck just out of sheer outrage!!! 

I cannot, CANNOT imagine anything scarier than suddenly realizing you’re in the presence of a serial killer who literally has a head in the fridge. Or i guess, the only thing that COULD be scarier than that is being serially killed. Bc generally, I imagine, if you become AWARE that you’re in the same room as a serial killer, the next thing that happens is usually that you get serially killed. 

But noooooo, they weren’t scared!

A black teenager in a hoodie is scarier than a white man with a severed head in his fridge! (bonus fact: the severed head belonged to a black man). A black man lying face down on the street is more of a threat than a white man who EATS PEOPLE AFTER HE MURDERS THEM!!!!

Oh! My GOD!!! 

[dangermousie]

Extraordinary You - final thoughts

Warning - this is longer than Trumpet Creeper’s Kyung’s hair.

Wow. Wow. I never thought a drama this high concept (aw, satiric high school romcom? How about a mindbending, parable-like take on religion and philosophy and free will and sense of self and existence after death instead) could ever ever stick the landing. After all, something like W Two Worlds did not (I loved W but the ending was not on par with the rest.) But it did, and it is that incredibly rare perfect drama in which I would change nothing. 

Honestly, the whole story could be viewed as a meditation of the meaning of existence, with the author standing in for your deity of choice; not a benevolent deity many religions picture, sure, sometimes actively malevolent against those that disobey - the drama plain text admits that the author punishes those like Haru that try to challenge the divine plan, but that is not that uncommon in a number of religions. 

And the end, with its giant no exit - just an endless circle of being in other stories or put away and dead entirely - comes across as surprisingly hopeful despite the bleakness because I think what EY told me (and I fully understand it is different for everyone) is that control and permanence and existence are all fleeting and illusory, sure. But then, all you can do is live enjoying your today to the utmost, and love and free will and self-knowledge as much as you can get of it, is the sole light in a bleak, cruel, irrational world and is worth everything. 

Haru and Dan Oh, the ultimate fighters, cannot escape the cursed reincarnation circle and the worlds of the stories; but what they can do is try to change it as much as they can and to never ever give up and fight for their self-determination and their right to be together; even if it is ultimately futile and ends in erasure every time, the meaning of their life, the worth of their life is in that love and in that fight. 

And I love that they take even the limitations imposed and persist through them - remember the whole question of whether the scenes and words repeat because it’s their own or the author’s? Dan Oh’s take was the incredible that it is not the author - that they remember it from story to story because that is what they really felt and wanted to express to each other but couldn’t. She has taken all the existential insanity and decided she is a person and her wants are her own and not the narrative’s.

But of course, the capricious deity punishes Haru and punishes Dan Oh by taking him away, by not letting them stay together until the last page (though that “1 year away” is largely illusory imo - I am pretty sure the bulk of that year was “skipped.”) The scene with the lights going out, and Haru and Dan Oh, clinging, knowing the end has come, and Haru telling her she was his beginning and end and to call him by his name (so it would be the last thing he hears) is - I am freaking crying at the keyboard now.

And her name is the last thing he says in this existence.

And he is gone and she is left trying to grab his floating name tag. 

The thing with the names though is very important in other than a purely romantic sense. Their names is the one unchanging thing from one world to the next; even when the author does not name them, they get the same names - give them to each other or themselves. Because the name is such a sense of basic self, basic identity. Look at the scene with the Squid Fairy and the Court Lady, which also pulled every last heartstring - names are brought up again.

But of course, their time together is all so brief because the world ends in a few minutes and we do not see them in the new story. I am glad they got this one happy memory to erase the previous horror but still - so little, so fragile, so gone. But Squid Fairy and Court Lady are on the opposite side of the spectrum from Haru and Dan Oh, who will fight and fight and fight forever, no matter the odds or the risks or the outcomes. These two have accepted these worlds and these controls and the limitations and believe it is futile to fight; but the tragedy is they cannot keep their zen fully - they still love and miss each other, they still care for others. 

Haru and Dan Oh have created their own meaning in the arbitrary, cruel, impermanent world and that meaning is each other; to seize the brief moments of happiness as they come and grab on to free will even if it is punished, even if they never know whether, once this world ends, they will get another world or another chance (but hey, that’s normal life too - nobody has a certainty about the after of death.) That is why they can continue on through sheer will, why Haru literally forced his way into the story, why they remember; they do not accept defeat. But Squid Fairy and Court Lady have tried to go to the other extreme of powerless acceptance and I can get that choice. 

You know what has just occurred to me - in addition to fate, divine and free will, the other thing this drama addresses the concept of soul mates. The concept of someone destined by the fate for you is one many people find very appealing. But this drama posits that the true soulmate is one you affirmatively choose yourself. Because the technical soulmates here are pairs that the author puts together like Kyung and Dan Oh, and it shows not just potential incompatibility but the fact that if you do not know the love is based on true free choice, it lacks appeal. But when it’s based on genuine connection and love, it can transcend deity and worlds and the end of them all. 

The ending is as hopeful as it gets in this bleak world - Haru and Dan Oh as extras and thus free to do their own thing in a benevolent enough world - college setting. When they find each other, and of course the names are again their talisman, it’ s amazing. (And they are allowed to be at least a little older though one of the horrors is that they will never really get a choice to grow old together or have a long life - many short ones is what they get. Not that everyone wants a silver wedding anniversary and 2.5 children, but the fact that they never get that choice is awful.)

But the dark underpinning never goes away either - they are still puppets of an uncaring, and sometimes actively malevolent, deity. And we do not see Kyung or Squid Fairy or Court Lady or Juda or Do Hwa - reminding us of the fact that the world ends and you may never be pulled out of the box again, be dead forever or inserted into an insane suffering set up or whatever. 

Now to get to the other characters and strands:

* It’s surprising how OK I ended up being with Kyung in light of my earlier feelings for him. He really did get better, the more liberated from the authorial straight jacket he’s become. He wasn’t perfect (he clearly had Haru’s notebook but did not give it to Dan Oh; either because Haru didn’t want him to or because he wanted to keep it, who knows) but he was miles from the old Kyung. His face as he saw the end coming will haunt me.

* I know some people were unhappy with the resolution of the Do Hwa - Juda - Nam Joo story but I loved it. Maybe Juda would have picked differently if she knew the happy ending was an illusion and all that faces them is a possible eternity of nothingness or a new storyline entirely, at the moment of “triumph.” But maybe not. Unlike her stage counterpart, it’s clear that the real Juda is practical to the marrow of her bones, not prone to throwing the world away for love, and also what she really thrives on is being needed, being the one who saves and defends and is the leader in the relationship. She was never going to have that with Do Hwa, despite his gentleness. But with oblivious to the narrative to the last page Nam Joo she can have that - she can have someone who loves and needs her more than she loves and needs them, she can defend him and lead and be the boss (when she gave him a money balancing allowance book and he meekly took it, it all made so much sense.) This said, her joke about dating the boys on alternate days wasn’t as much of a joke as it was supposed to be. I could see her being the boss, money maker, polyamorous girl pretty easily. It would have been cool.

* I am pretty sure Kyung’s stepbrother/half-brother was in love with him in Trumpet Creeper - the way he talked about him in TC, the way he wanted to stay by him until the end, explicitly comparing it to Dan Oh and Haru, screams silent love to me (which adds another level of horribleness to the reincarnation/memory wipe concept here and in reality - in some of these endless worlds, people who loved each other might end up being family, even.)

Anyway, this is now my n1 kdrama of all time.

[lunanight2012]

My Self insert RenDocSelf story Part 1

Here is part 1, it’ll be under the cut, because i’m still nervous about it.

Enjoy

Also tagging @cuteypandapie because they seemed interested in this story

I smirked as a trident was pressed against my throat. Yep, me and Doc were fighting again. This happened every week. I felt the trident pierce my neck a tiny bit. I pulled out my TNT and within a millisecond, pulled out my flint and steel, lighting the TNT.

"See you after respawn, Docy~!" I teased before the TNT exploded, killing both of us.

I gasped as I sat up in my bed, in my base. Getting up, I walked over to my mirror, seeing all my respawn scars. But the one I reached up and touched was the latest one, on my neck. I turned around and grabbed my collar necklace. I couldn't show it off like I wanted to. I had stuff to do now.

I grabbed my extra set of enchanted diamond armor, diamond tools, and elytra. I took off using my elytra and rockets back towards where I blew me and Doc up. I quickly gathered my items, putting Doc's items in a shulker box, leaving a sign that read "To the Goatfather. From L" 

I smirked, before quickly taking off towards Dead Dog Gulch. I had to help Ren out with his Quadchopper. I landed as gracefully as I could before making my way to the Bigger Logz Inc meeting room.

I quickly got on my work helmet, my name painted across the front. I reached the door to the building. Fixing myself to make myself seem presentable before knocking on the door.

"Come in!" Ren called from inside.

I felt myself shiver at his voice. Yes, I had a crush on Doc AND Ren. Do they know? God no. I'm pretty sure neither of them feel the same. I opened up the door and smiled at Ren.

"Good morning Luna. Did you and Doc finish your fight already?" He asked with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "I had a meeting I couldn't miss. So I ended it quickly. Now what is wrong with your QuadChopper?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"One of the timers isn't working." Ren explained, getting up from his desk, walking around and sitting on his desk, facing me.

His tail swayed and his ears twitched in different directions. God, he was so freaking cute! But he's my boss!

"Didn't you create it?" I questioned, smirking.

Ren tugged on his vest a bit, not meeting my eyes. Weird.

"Yea. But I figured a fresh set of eyes would help." 

"But you know I'm better at helping harvest wood than I am with redstone. Ren. You know you should ask any of the redstoners on the server to help, not me. So call Mumbo, call Tango, hell call Doc, "The Goatfather". I'm going to go refill the barrels at the shopping district. I believe in you boss!" I called out saluting before I took off towards the Bigger Logz wood storage.

I opened the door and began to gather wood into the shulker box for moving the wood between storage and the shop. I rubbed at my collar, people would call it a choker but I like to think of it as a collar. I mean hell I fight Doc every week, and I work for Ren. I belong to both of them but they don't know.

I finished loading the shulker box, placed it in my inventory and left. Flying towards the Cowmercial District. I landed outside of the shop, smiling as I went through the barrels and restocked. It didn't take long. Any profit from the shop, I placed in the now empty shulker box. 

"Alright, better get this to Ren." I exclaimed, packing up the shulker and getting ready to take off. 

I stopped, seeing something that caught my eye. Doc, Etho, and False walking down the Cowmercial district. I hid behind a barrel as I listened to them talk.

"Thank you once again False. I'm glad to finally have had BDubs killed." Doc stated, getting closer to the shop.

I held my breath and peeked out from the side of the barrel. Watching the scene unfold. I noticed that False now had the tag. Or as Grian liked people to call it, Tag 2: Electric Boogaloo. Yes I rolled my eyes thinking about it.

"Not a problem at all! Thank you for letting me have the tag in exchange for killing him. I better head out to my base! See you later Doc!" False exclaimed, taking off towards her base.

I hid behind the barrel once more. Why was I jealous? Doc and I were "enemies". Not dating… so why am I hurt he didn't ask me?

"I think I love her Etho."

I could feel my heart break.

"Doc, you've been talking about her for the last hour. I would be more surprised if you weren't." Etho explained, the two sounding as if they were walking away.

"She's an amazing fighter! How can I not be!" Doc exclaimed.

I stopped listening before I quickly pulled out my rockets and ran down the hill towards the water. Yea, I couldn't get my rockets out fast enough. I just swam over to Dead Dog Gulch.

It took me longer, but I made it there, walking over to the office, dripping wet. But hey it hid the fact that I was crying. I walked into the office, startling Ren.

"Luna? That was quick. Why are you soaking wet?" Ren asked, walking over to me.

"Fell into the water and had to swim over from the Cowmercial district. Is it alright if I just take the day off? I got the sales. Here." I handed him the shulker box before turning around and walking out.

"See you tomorrow, please stay safe!" Ren called out to me, worry in his voice.

I smiled weakly at him before running out and taking off towards my base. I entered into my base. Heading straight for the bathroom. I dried off and changed before walking to my room. I grabbed the only makeup I had. Something Cleo gave me in the last world, cover up makeup. Yes. I've been fighting with Doc since the S6 1.13 world. I sat on my bed and faced my mirror. I took off my collar and tossed it into the corner. It was a joke gift from Doc. From the first Christmas in the last world. That was the other reason I liked wearing it. There were many reasons but still. 

I opened up the makeup and began to cover up all my scars from my fights with Doc. The one on my neck, one going up my left arm, one in the middle of my back, one on my stomach, and the last one, the one over my heart. That one hurt to cover. It was the first time I had fought with Doc and the moment I realized I had a crush on him.

I hadn't even realized I was crying until I felt the tears hit my hand. I looked up at myself in the mirror. Tears streaming down my face.

I looked down at my hands. I was better with explosives then I was with my hands. I can't fight very well with a sword. Maybe I should practice.

I looked outside, it was night time. And BDubs was away for the week. Time to fight some Zombies without using TNT. I lived on the island to the far north, just behind Zedaph's base. I got on my diamond armor, pulled out my enchanted diamond sword. I walked out of my base, instantly finding a Zombie. 

I ran towards it, swinging my sword at it only to miss and shove my sword into the dirt, getting mud on my face. I groaned, trying to pull my sword out of the mud. 

I could hear the mobs getting closer. I was being too cocky. God dammit! Now I'm gunna get killed by zombies, skeletons, and suicidal creepers! And spider, yuck. 

"Ow!" I exclaimed as a Skeleton shot my arm, an area where my armor didn't cover.

I finally managed to get my sword out of the mud and slipped trying to get up. I finally managed to rush back into my base. Closing the door and pressing my back up against it. All I could do was cry as I heard the zombies breaking my door. It didn't take long. Zombies broke my door, and then a creeper blew me up. Of course everyone was notified. I gasped and sat up in my bed, running over to the door and grabbing my stuff before rushing back to my room and switching my spruce door out for an iron door. 

"I'm so stupid! Now Doc is probably laughing about how bad I am at PVE. I hate everything…. I think I'm just going to stay in here for a while… I'm sorry Ren sweetie. But I don't think I'll be able to work for a while." I cried to myself, pulling out a book and quill, writing in it like a diary.

[gayenerd]

This is the interview with Adrienne that is teased in that Mankato punk blog I talked about awhile ago.

Green Day frontman's wife remembers Mankato

By Amanda Dyslin

The Free Press

July 01, 2009 04:38 pm

— Adrienne Nesser, living in Mankato in her early 20s, had a long-distance friendship and flirtation with a guy so interested in her, he and his band planned tours around Minnesota just so he could see her.

Green Day wasn’t famous at the time. In Adrienne’s own words, they were just another band she had seen a couple of times in the Cities.

They were both also seeing other people. But there was something pretty powerful that must have connected them over a distance of thousands of miles. There had to be. Otherwise, she never would have agreed to leave her home state of Minnesota to move to California to be with him.

Just weeks later, they were married July 2, 1994, Adrienne was pregnant with the couple’s first of two sons, and Green Day’s album “Dookie” became a household name. All of this seemed to happen over night.

Finding Adrienne and talking to her about all of this was a big part of our Campaign Green Day mission. (See accompanying story for background.) Today, we accomplish that goal as Adrienne talks to us about life in Mankato, including her favorite Pagliai’s pizza toppings, how quickly her life changed when she headed West, and also the big question we’ve been pursuing for weeks: Would Green Day ever come back to Mankato to play a show?

Free Press: Tell me a little bit about your college experience at Minnesota State University. Were you a studier? A partier? On the student senate?

Adrienne Armstrong: I was a transfer student to MSU. I was at the U of M for a few semesters, then Minneapolis Community College. I was dating my then boyfriend who lived in Mankato, so it seemed a good place to go to finish my degree.

I loved school, especially when I was in the more focused classes of my degree. And I was definitely a partier. I found it easy to balance both. I loved the What’s Up, and for the life of me can’t remember the name of the bar across from Pagliai’s that I absolutely loved. (Square Deal?)

I graduated in 1993, but I had turned in a paper after one of my classes ended, and the professor never posted the grade. I had to call the school to argue the fact. They finally sent my degree in 1996.

FP: Why sociology? What interested you about the subject and what career did you have in mind?

AA: I have always loved the dynamics of social groups, clicks and society classes. It’s what triggered my interest in social justice and being an activist. I really didn’t have any career in mind while going through college. Occasionally, I would think of getting a credential to teach, but it was always a fleeting idea.

FP: You seemed to have a ton of jobs while you were here. Your Mankato friends have listed Pier 1 Imports, the Piercing Pagonda, Pagliai’s and The Jungle among them. Am I missing any? Any favorites?

AA: I really only had a few jobs in Mankato. It was hard for me to find a job because I had dreadlocks and dressed kinda funky. So the first place that took a chance on me was The Jungle and the bowling alley. It was a trip. I really liked working there, and the bowlers warmed up to me.

I worked at Pagliai’s all through college, and that was super fun. I worked with lots of my friends and the pizza was awesome. I worked at Pier 1 after I graduated. I was a manager there. I loved that job. I was hired at the very beginning; we put the store together from the ground up. The people I worked with were fun, and I loved running the store. I remember unloading a truck full of merchandise with 70 below windchills. The whole town was shut down. Good times!

FP: Do you have any favorite moments in Mankato? Any night or event or time that really stands out for you when you think about your college years?

AA: My entire experience of living in Mankato was fantastic. I loved living there. It was a small town with such a heart. Camping in our friends T-PEE, the festivals in Sibley Park, tubing in the storm drains, biking, which seemed, at the time, the biggest hill to campus, and the really cool friends/people I hung out with.

FP: I read you met Billie Joe in 1990 at a show in Minneapolis. Had you heard his music before that show? How famous would you say Green Day was at the time?

AA: I met Green Day for the first time at a house party in Dinkytown. A friend of mine invited me to a party on the Fourth of July. So I went with my boyfriend at the time to check out the bands.

I saw a couple songs, then we left to watch fireworks. The next day they played The Varsity. I ended up going to that show, too. My friend, Erica, introduced me to the guys that day. I wouldn’t say they were famous.

I mean, I went to a lot of shows ... saw a lot of bands. They were just another band. This was the first time they played Minnesota.

FP: Was it difficult having a relationship long-distance when Billie Joe was on tour after you’d first met?

AA: Billie Joe and I were friends first. And never tried to be exclusive. I was in a dwindling relationship that was off and on. And I know he dated many other girls. We grew over time. After I graduated from college, I finalized the break-up with my longtime boyfriend and was single for almost a year. During that time, I saw Billie Joe a few times, but it wasn’t until I moved out to California that things solidified pretty quickly.

FP: I couldn’t get anyone to clear this up for me: Was it because of you that Green Day started coming to Mankato and playing shows? Or was Mankato a part of their early touring locations?

AA: Umm ... probably. : )

He booked a mini tour that started in Sioux Falls, S.D., and then came through Mankato, Minneapolis, to Beloit, Wis. So yes, to see me. Very Romantic ... .

FP: Talking to people around here now, it seems like the band was playing shows everywhere here in town: garages, basements and that show on a farm near St. Peter. Was it really like that? Or was it just a few shows that just sort of popped up when they happened to be here?

AA: Green Day always played anywhere, any time. So when they were in town as a band they would play garages, basements, street corners and even that farm on top of spools. Billie Joe came to Mankato a few times on his own for visits as well.

FP: Did you have any idea in the early days of your relationship that Green Day was going to hit the big time?

AA: I really didn’t think of it. I just knew that I loved the band and their music. They were so fun to watch live. ... But it wasn’t in my thoughts at all what their future held. I remember being with a friend in Minneapolis, and we were watching MTV, and their “Basket Case” video came on. It freaked us out. We were like “Oh My God, how crazy!! They are on TV!”

FP: A few people who knew you said your decision to move out West to marry Billie Joe happened quickly. It was like one minute you were here and then you were gone. Was that how you remember it, too? Were you scared?

AA: Billie Joe had asked me to move out to California and give us a try. I was Totally scared. But super excited. It was a new adventure, and I was ready. I had a big garage sale — sold as much as I could, including my favorite blue creepers, packed a mini U-Haul and drove out with my 15-year-old brother and my friend, Holly, who was already making the trip. I figured I’d give it the summer and see what happened.

FP: It seems as if shortly after you were married “Green Day” and “Dookie” became household names. What was that time like for you? Was it strange to suddenly be living the life of a celebrity? Is it still strange?

AA: I was out two weeks and Billie Joe asked me to marry him. It was crazy. But it was a crazy time for us — and I said yes. It was a whirlwind. I was pregnant, and his band was everywhere. It was completely overwhelming. We were just trying to navigate it all — it was a bumpy ride for sure. It took years for us to find our footing. ... But sometimes I think it was all those trials that made us stronger and brought us to where we are today.

FP: What’s your life like now?

AA: It feels pretty normal for me now. I am a mother of two amazing kids. So I am busy with school, sports and all their activities. And Billie Joe’s life keeps us busy. It’s never boring ... that’s for sure.

FP: What are your roles at Atomic Garden and Adeline Records? Does that keep you pretty busy?

AA: My friend and I are partners in Atomic Garden. She’s a very good friend who is amazing and patient. I work as much as I can when I am in town, and we do all the buying together. We have an incredible manager who does most of the day-to-day stuff. She allows us to live our lives and still have such a beautiful store. I don’t do anything with Adeline Records anymore. I worked the label for years when it first started. But I have moved on. : )

FP: Do you still keep in contact with anyone from the Mankato area?

AA: I keep in touch with a few people. But sadly lost touch with a lot of them.

FP: And now for the $65,000 question. What do you think our chances are of getting Green Day to come back to Mankato to play a show some time? Are small markets like ours pretty much out of the question at this point?

AA: I would love to imagine Green Day playing Mankato again. I don’t think it’s out of the question. They still play small clubs and stuff. They are still the same in that way — they will play anywhere. It’s more just the logistics of it all.

FP: How about you? Could we get you to come back some time? How about a big party catered by Pagliai’s?

AA: I would LOVE to get back to Mankato for a visit. So let’s keep in touch and make this happen! It’s been too long since I had a Pagliai’s pizza with onion, green olive and extra sauce. Cheryl Rueda made me the BEST pizzas!!!!!

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Adrienne Armstrong lives in California and co-owns Atomic Garden, an eco-friendly clothing store, with a friend.

[spiritmaiden23]

A LIST OF MUN INFO.

———  BASICS! ♡

NAME! ♡   Amber!! 

PRONOUNS! ♡   she/her but like I do not Care at the end of the day

ZODIAC SIGN! ♡   DUMBASS INDECISIVE BITCH aka Libra to a t bby! 

TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡  As far as the general public thinks: I have a BF but a fake one in order to get creepers off my back but mayhaps i should like... platonic marry someone to stop with this. SO HEY IF YOU WANNA PLATONICALLY DATE SLIIIIIDE INTO MY DMS 

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡    Damn... I’m really not that interesting I gotta think. I think I lived in a haunted house back in Jersey. See, NJ is a crazy haunted state as a whole because of the history behind it, there’s a lot of spooky, fun places to explore like Gravity Hill where it’s said that ghost kids push your car up the hill if you put it in neutral, it works because my step sis did it with her friend. I digress. My aunt came to visit once and never came back because there was something she’d sense there and like... HWEOH I’D HEAR FOOTSTEPS IF I WERE DOWNSTAIRS ALONE AND ALSO, there was just this cold, tense atmosphere there. My ipod speaker would randomly turn on and it didn’t stop until I moved out of the house, I once saw an old man in a suit when I woke up at three in the morning, which happened all the freaking time, I’d wake up with scracth marks and bruises... and yeah. That’s a thing. Does not help that the place we lived at used to be a crematorium, that’s the legend at least.

2! ♡    I am 100% a morning person I always wake up at eight o clock seven being the earliest for me. If I sleep in I tend to get nightmares and junk so HJDSKJBAJDB and like, it’s impossible for me to sleep in once I’m up bc I’m the type that takes forever to sleep which is why I am a nightowl. Yes, I am both we Exist and it’s hell. 

3! ♡   Hrm, I think the reason why Drama doesn’t faze me too much half the time is because my family is full of crazy drama. Let me break it down for you. So in Dominican Republic we are believe in the supernatural and the like, my aunt is able to tell the future if you drink a cup of tea she makes, one sip though and she reads the liquids as well. SO, a few years back, my uncle has been having bad luck. Turns out, he’s been cursed by a witch and at first, he thought it was his mother. It wasn’t until this year he found out it was his wife that did it. SO LIKE, THAT’S WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH OFFLINE AMONG OTHER CRAZY THINGS. Whether you believe in this or not, is up to you. This is the internet after all. But I am very much what you see is what you get so... ye! 

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡  Tungle and discord. I’m going to try out forum rp with a friend and do a koala grip on her as we cry and ship our muses together, shout out to Tarra I love you you crazy meme! 

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡  It really doesn’t matter! If I vibe with the character, I tend to blackout as they take over my body and write for them. IT WORKS APPARENTLY SINCE PPL TEND TO LIKE MY MUSES WHICH I AM LIKE, SHOCKED AND GRATEFUL FOR 

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡  I pretend to not see it. That’s all I’m saying! 

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡  SINGLE I DID MULTI ONCE AND DIED, mad respect for mumu blogs you guys are amazing and keep doing what you do! 

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF:   FLUFF MAKES ME MELT!! NGL LIKE FOR REAL I DIE EVERY TIME, though this might come as a shock to some since most people tend to expect fluff from me since apparently, I am Good at that which I don’t believe but it is what it is. I do love it but I hate it bc I am an emotional bitch.

ANGST:  H-hurt and comfort :plead emoji: senseless angst just for the point of drama and partners going “NO I HAVE MORE SADNESS THAN YOU” “NO I DO” has no meaning to me, but if there’s character dev in it I am down for that! 

SMUT:  I am g-rated for lyfe.... ON TUNGLE. Subscribe to my only fans for that spicy content though. In all seriousness, I do not mind writing it with close friends, depending on the muses of course because I will say “no” for some of them, and laughing how terrible my writing is with that! That said, I don’t like writing it on tumblr where EVERYONE can see. And on a site full of kids??? No Thanks!! 

PLOT / MEMES! ♡  Sure, sure, sure! I’m not always around and quite frankly am shit as talking things out in the tumblr DMs because I’m not here as often and also tend to forget to respond to things! But memes are also fun to do too, I am pretty open to anything really! 

[monochromemedic]

Power Noodle Break

I stood at the entrance of Diamond City, shuffling my bag on my back as I glanced at the sight. “Never thought it’d look like that... It’s amazing.” I muttered to myself only to feel a hand on my back, patting me gently. “Quite the sight right? All big and... full of assholes.”  I glanced to the Diamond City guard who lifted his mask, showing a familiar pair of sunglasses. “Also i’m putting you under arrest” I rolled my eyes and gave a little chuckle, tugging my arm from Deacon’s grasp. “Couldn’t let me go on a solo trek for once without sneaking out Deek?” I asked, only for him to shrug. “What can I say, the city skylights call to me. And uh... Dez wanted me back in the city to check in with some people. It’s a happy coincidence, how could I pass up seeing you around this place?” “Oh is that what your gonna do? Show me around the city instead of doing your job?” I joked beginning to walk down the stairs. “Hey if anyone asks, i’m doing  my job as a WELCOMING member of the city, to give a tour of the city to the lost newcomer. And if they don’t ask that’s all the better.” He huffed, following shortly behind. “How was it? Any problems?” 

I shook my head.

“Surprisingly quiet. If I knew any better it was like one of you cleared it out before I ran through.” I stared at the man at the dirty duster at the bottom of the stairs, snuffing out the smoke under his boot. “I might have picked off a roach or two, what can I say it gets boring.”  He muttered, adjusting his hat before smirking up at me. “Otherwise it was all you. I mean if you wanted we could have added a few frag mines, wrangle up a death claw or two to spice things up.”  “No, it was good Cready...”  I laughed, looking him over.  He looked fairly clean, he must have had an easy time. Maybe it was just a slow day. “Well now that your here, can we finally eat?  I’ve been waiting for your slow as-butt and i’ve been dying to get some of Takahashi’s power noodles.” The merc complained, slumping dramatically as he walked to the Protectron’s booth. “I could go for a bite, hell i’ll take anything that isn’t mutated dog meat over a few embers any chance I can get.” Deacon continued, sitting down at a seat and holding up two fingers before Takahashi could speak. “Everyone speaks so highly of the noodles... I swear if it’s not as good as you guys say it is, i’m gonna be devastated.” I joked, slumping my bag near the stool  and taking a seat between the two men. “Nan-ni shimasho-ka?” The robotic voice rang out in a language I didn’t understand. I felt my heart sink to my stomach as I glanced to the ground. “Um... uh...” “Well you gonna answer the bot?” Maccready asked, a teasing smile hiding beneath his cap. “Yeah you might wanna answer fast, Ol’ Taka doesn’t like it when you take your time. It’s a man of little patience.” Deacon echoed. “S...say that again?”  “Nan-ni shimasho-ka?” My eyes darted between both of them, begging for help. “Wow... unbelievable.” The spy huffed as a bowl was handed to him. “Can’t believe your being so rude.” “I can’t understand-” “Nan-” “Yes... yes she’ll take a bowl.” Maccready moaned, huffing as he took his hat off and brushed his hair. “This guy can’t say anything but that... you just gotta say yes, it’s all he understands.” I looked to Deacon, not even looking towards me, but I could spy the little upturn of his lips at seeing me struggle with a joke he’s probably played on everyone to see them squirm. “You guys are assholes you know that right? ASSHOLES.” I slumped over the counter, head resting on my hand. I couldn’t help the smile from spreading on my face. “And how many times have you two pulled that stunt?” “About every time we find someone new to the city. I mean it’s a classic, how could you not?” Maccready stuffed his face with some noodles, sighing and tapping his spoon against the bowl. “Hey Takahashi. Perfection. Oh and uh give a little bit of that magic to the girl’s bowl. She needs to know what good food is.” The robot responded with his one liner, only for Maccready to nod and mutter yes’s in response, as if he was actually talking to the Protection. It didn’t take long for a bowl to be made for me. The steam from the bowl made my glasses fog up. It’d be nice to have something warm and fresh that wasn’t pilfered from a dead body or covered in blood. I lifted the spoon to my mouth, and took a sip of the broth and was surprised by the flavor. I began to scarf down as much of as I could, like I hadn’t eaten in a week. “Another customer suckered into your deal. You’re gonna be living the life of luxury in no time.... maybe I should start the noodle business,” Maccready wondered outloud, “Be easier then.... killing people, I just need to learn how to make noodles...” He paused, taking a studious sip of the broth. “Probably all of the Mentats he sneaks in.” the guard muttered, finishing his bowl. Before leaning on the counter  and passing the robot a few caps from his pocket. “By the way if you suddenly start feeling light headed, its the mentats. I’ll be uh... guarding over by the wall when you wanna get the grand tour.”  He pulled his mask back over his face and headed to look menacing, leaving me and Maccready alone, as we started our next bowl. “So... where are we gonna spend the night? Is there a hotel or something?”  “Yeah, little place called the Dugout Inn. I know the guys there, nice little bar that sells the strongest liqour I know of in the commonwealth.  I’m sure they’ll be glad to see a new face around town, and if they need any work they’ll be happy to give you the details.” He explained. “I’ll probably go there for a few drinks if your gonna go take a tour from mister creeper over there.” “You saying that Deacon’s creepy?” I said, glancing over to Deacon who was smoking and making waving away another guard who was beginning to ask a few too many questions.  “What i’m saying is a guy that changes his face every couple of months and hides around stalking people for a living is a LITTLE creepy. If he wasn’t such a goody two shoes, helping the uh... the..” He paused stopping himself from outing Deacon “Helping a few people, he’d be considered real freaky. Least with that he has an excuse.” “Says the mercenary who use to run with the gunners and the run away from a town infested with blood bugs. I don’t think anyone here is allowed to point fingers at others about what’s weird or wrong about the other... With the stories you two tell me about what’s really out there lurking in the radiation is anything to go by then changing your face is the least freaking thing.” Mac only huffed, knowing that arguing with useless as it usually ended with one of us silently upset or ending up hating each other. Especially when it came to who was friends with who and what was right and wrong. The mercenary slid from his stool, passing a few caps to Takahashi before pointing to me. “I’m covering her too.” He grabbed his cap and gun and began to walk away. “Dugout Inn, don’t forget that. If i have to go looking for you in the dead of night i’ll be pretty pissed.” I waved him away, looking down at my empty bowl of noodles. The quiet roar of nearby people talking, people working and selling in near by booths seemed to grow louder with the men’s absence.  Maccready was true, trusting people in the commonwealth was hard, hell Deacon made it hard to trust him half of the time with constant lies. But Maccready was still friends with him at the end of the day, and Deacon just seemed to be weirdly secretive.  I didn’t want to be an idiot, I didn’t want to get betrayed by close ones. I didn’t think I would but the ways the two of them spoke it was almost like it was given. The thought almost made me sick, the idea that if these guys didn’t stab me in the back someone down the line eventually would. “Nan-ni shimasho-ka?” I looked up from the broth, staring at my own reflection in the robot’s armor.  It had started to get dark, the lights strewn about the city beginning to light up.  “Um... no i’m ok. Is that enough let me...”  I paused, counting the caps and then giving a thumbs up to Takahashi. “Looks good. I’ll defiantly be back, thanks.” I picked my bag back up and walked over to Deacon, slumped against a wall. “You seemed a little lost in thoughts back there. Everything ok?” He asked, his smile fading to a look of concern. “Just... thinking. About everything.” Deacon skewed his face before nodding, grunting as he pushed off the wall “Lot to take in. I get it. You’re doing pretty well considering how fast things are going. My theory? Take it one step at a time, take it easy, and don’t eat any plants you find that you don’t know. Knew a guy once, ate something he thought was a fancy tato... yeah.” I stared blankly at Deacon, judging silently if he lying or not. “Well uh... you want that tour then?”

[elm-tree]

BE MORE CHILL OFF-BROADWAY: THOUGHTS

So I got to see Be More Chill at the Perishing Square Signature Center last night, and it was absolutely incredible! I just wanted to rant about some of my favorite parts. Spoilers ahead!!

Okay so at Jeremy’s laptop had a “Black Suits” sticker on it and I actually laughed out loud when I saw it. I thought it was a cool little inside joke for Joe Iconis and Will Roland

Will Roland pouring lotion into his hand after “waitin’ for my porno to loud” freaking KILLED ME. 

The costumes were all so bright and colorful and it made all the characters stand out.

Brooke pretty much had a can of La Croix in her hand the entire show and it was hysterical. 

Gerard Canonico has such amazing stage presence. When he was onstage, it was HIS SHOW. 

Rich was also wearing a Deadpool belt which I loved. 

I’m pretty sure they actually redesigned all the costumes and din’t reuse anything from the Two River Theatre production, which I found super cool. 

When Michael entered for his lil reggae section at the beginning, the audience went wild and it was jut really cool. 

Michael’s sweatshirt has a bunch of patches on it, and one of them was a gay pride flag. 

Will Roland can play vulnerable and soft very well. I got to see him in Dear Evan Hansen and the entire time I kept thinking “this guy just walked right out of Be More Chill”. I was super happy he was a part of this. His Jeremy was very relatable and awkward, I loved it.

Christine doing the choreography from A Chorus Line and then getting lifted up before signing up for the play was hysterical. 

STEPHANIE HSU IS SUCH AN INCREDIBLE ACTRESS. 

Okay so “I Love Play Rehearsal” is a really great song, but I always find myself needing to be in a specific mood to listen to it. BUT SEEING STEPHANIE DO IT LIVE WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE. The energy she emits is something special. 

Jake was smooth as FUCK and I loved him. He gave off a total fuck-boy vibe cause of his costume, but he was so damn like-able. 

Also Jake dabbed at some point during the first rehearsal scene and it was FANTASTIC. 

The choreography during the Squip Song was super cool. There was a lot of tutting. 

Rich is just such a great character. The Squip Song was incredible, and they added in a new rap-ish section at the end which totally worked for the character. 

Basically Rich was just an uncontrollable ball of fire. 

Two Player Game was so cute and I just love George and Will so much. 

They had fake video game footage playing during Two Player Game, and one of the zombies in the game dabbed. 

The Michael/Mr. Heere relationship is so great. Michael was really trying to help Mr. Heere out whenever Jeremy was shit-talking him. 

The Payless Shoestore guy was absolutely hysterical holy crap.  

So Jason Tam’s SQUIP was very different from Eric William Morris’s SQUIP. His SQUIP was a lot less harsh and very *ahem* chill. He was almost nurturing, which only made his eventual turn to evil even more stark and bone chilling.  

Stephanie Hsu was dressed as an old lady on a motor scooter during Be More Chill Part 2 and it was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.

Upgrade is just a super fun song and once again the flashy costumes and the awesome choreography just left a huge smile on my face. 

OKAY I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE NEW ACT ONE FINALE “LOSER GEEK WHATEVER”. It basically expanded on the end of “Upgrade” and fleshed out Jeremy’s thought process in ignoring Michael a lot more. I loved it, and it reminded me a little bit of Defying Gravity. 

Will Roland has such a gorgeous voice.

Okay unrelated annecdote: I saw Joe Iconis in the bathroom at intermission and it was so awkward I couldn’t stop laughing (i didn’t say anything to him cause I ran into him before the show, and also it was the bathroom which is always super awkward)

HALLOWEEN WAS JUST SUCH A WONDERFUL JOYOUS EXPLOSION OF COLOR

Jenna Roland was dressed as a clown (like a full body suit that covered her face) and it was so freaking funny. 

Do You Wanna Hang was just super funny. Also Rich climbing up the window chasing Jeremy was hysterical. 

Okay so the whole “Creeps” shirt thing turned out to be the shirt Michael wore during Michael In The Bathroom (”I’m a creeper in the bathroom...”)

When Jeremy turned on Michael and called him a loser, I got chills. Jeremy’s character arc is a little Evan Hansen-ish, but with a completely different tone and sense of humor. 

Will Roland has incredible comic timing. 

Michael In The Bathroom...HOLY CRAP. I’ve listening to a bunch of different versions, I’ve seen videos of George performing it, but nothing compares to see him do it live. I started crying. And the applause at the end of the song was colossal. 

The scene between Jeremy and Christine at the party where Jeremy asks her out was just so cute. You’re so mad at Jeremy for abandoning Michael, but then you start to see the old Jeremy peeking through and you have a little sympathy.

*weird robot noises*

GERARD ASKING EVERYBODY FOR MOUNTAIN DEW RED WAS WONDERFUL. 

Okay so there was actually a scene where Rich talked to his SQUIP and he didn’t want to help his SQUIP take over the school. Then he decides to set the fire. It was actually really dark. I liked it a lot. 

Tiffany Mann as Jenna Roland was so incredible. 

When Brooke came on for The Smartphone Hour, she had a banana shoved in her mouth and was just sucking on it. Later she just threw it off the stage, and it was hysterical. 

At the end of the Smartphone Hour, all the guys in the cast came out in drag and I couldn’t stop laughing. 

The applause at the end of The Smartphone Hour was so insane holy crap. 

The Pants Song made me cry tbh. The Michael/Mr. Heere bond is so great.  

They took out the line where Michael tells Mr. Heere he needs to go buy a pair of pants, which I think makes Mr. Heere having pants on at the end have more of an impact.

Michael’s awkward reaction to Jeremy’s dad asking “do you love [Jeremy]?” was GOLDEN. 

The Pitiful Children was actually switched with The Pants Song. The new lyrics worked really well. It made Jeremy deciding to help the SQUIP more believable.

The Play was just so fun to watch.

I really enjoyed the fact that Christine knew what a SQUIP was. 

THE AUDIENCE WENT CRAZY DURING “MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE”. George just kinda reggae danced onto the stage I loved it. 

BISEXUAL RICH. 

Rich was also kinda hitting on Michael (who awkwardly played it off) but it was super cute. 

The cluster of popular kids in the second verse of “Voices In My Head” just made me cry idk why. 

Jenna, Chloe, and Brooke have really good, really subtle character development. 

Michael and Christine did a little hip bump thing and it was so cute. 

Everyone was just kinda friends at the end and I was legit crying. 

At the end, Jeremy was onstage with Michael,  Christine, and his dad. They left his one by one until he was alone. He took a deep breath and the lights went out. I thought that was a great ending for Jeremy’s character arc. 

THE CAST KINDA HAD A STRAIGHT UP DANCE PARTY AT THE END IT WAS SO AWESOME. 

SEE THE SHOW IF YOU CAN GET TICKETS???

[kingdomoftyto]

HERE I GO STARTING ANOTHER FAKEMON LIVEBLOG

I promise this one won’t fizzle out and I will play more of Vega eveNTUALLY

All I know about this game going in is that it has an entirely fakemon ‘dex at least until postgame, which is on its own a massive feat worthy of applause. I’m excited.

As usual we’re playing a Nuzlocke, and I’m going in totally blind to BOTH the plot and the Pokedex. I’m going to document my whole journey here, both the triumphs and tragedies, and you’re all invited to tag along and laugh with/at me as I go.

Wish me luck!

SLLD Nuzlocke liveblog, part 1

So I think the music is recycled from canon games (not sure I’m mentally prepared for 100 hours of old school Hoenn horns gdhsfha) but LOOK AT THIS ART, HOLY SHIT

Noice

I guess “Professor Pine” does sound a little too cartoony, doesn’t it

Region rodent spotted

Not sure what to make of it yet 

The boy character actually looks a lot like me lmfao so I guess I’m going with that

Oh! Wow! Okay!

1) There IS original music in this game! It’s kinda sci-fi but also has a nice mellow piano melody? I don’t even know how to describe it but this is a good track

2) What unique sprites!!!! I’ve played several Pokemon fangames and have never seen anyone dare to break the mold quite so much. I’m not sure they’re better than the usual sprites, just different, but I appreciate the effort anyway!

3) There are PORTRAITS of who is talking!!!!!! So much attention to detail already and I haven’t taken a single step

Application to the Professor’s lab, I presume? This peppy yellow-haired kid must be the rival!

... They were just checking in to make sure I’d sent my application in too, so we’ll see them later I guess

Time to explore the room and grab the universal PC potion

Trainer number is a palindrome

Moving on to the downstairs

There can’t be a dialogue-portrait for every NPC, can there? That’s impossible

Thanks, Mom! Also, wait, holy cow, do I have two whole parents? That’s amazing lmao

Yeah with no other context I’m left to assume this is my dad

These graphics are really pretty. Am I mistaken or did they make ALL of these assets from scratch?? Holy shit

‘Kay

Kind of funny in retrospect that I’m starting this playthrough around 8:30 p.m.

Holy shit every single NPC has a talk portrait

Pffffffffft 

Can’t just go barging into random houses, Tyto, don’t be a creeper

There’s a tiny beach to the south of town

God I wish I could make quick gifs but you’re just going to have to take my word for it that there’s even like a 3- or 4-frame animation of the freaking doors opening. SO much detail 

Blonde friend is named Rodney, apparently. Also our moms look eerily similar

1) Rodney’s bedspread is cooler than mine

2) I just discovered that the size and position of the character sprites allows you to do this:

Hope y’all are ready to experience a full playthrough of Hand Holding Simulator 2k19 with me

Accidentally advancing the plot is what Tyto does best, apparently!

Don’t worry Rodney, I’ll be right with you as soon as I’m done looking at the north half of town

Hmm!

>:(

FINE, gosh

Noice. NOW I can go to the lab and get a Pokemon 

!

Maybe I’m just in a really good mood tonight but I feel the power of friendship flowing through me already 

(The colored text is so nice for liveblogging! :D)

I cannot emphasize enough how much I am ALL ABOUT this hand-holding thing with the sprites

Nice face

Nice!!!!

One reason I’m relieved not to be streaming this game live is you all don’t have to see how shamefully long it takes me to make big decisions like this. Don’t even get me started on how long each individual name takes

...

Oh my god, I missed screencapping it, but the Professor asks who wants to pick first, and Keira says “I don’t care which one I get--I know I’ll love it!” which is freaking cute. Then:

HHHHHH

Heads?

Pffff does the player always “win” no matter what? 

oH GEEZ HERE WE GO

Mmm just a name and a picture to go on, eh? Let’s see the other two

For the record, this game came out before Litten existed--maybe even before Litleo?

Hmm!!

I’ll tell you what. Salatad really gives me a similar vibe to the newly-announced Sobble. Since there’s a good chance I’m going to main Sobble when SwSh comes out, I’ll pass on the Water-type for this game. 

I’m sure Purrlit is by far the most popular starter choice in this game, but I’m here to have fun, right? Give me the warm fuzzy baby

So I’ve had this idea in the back of my head for a few weeks now that on my next Nuzlocke I could name all of my Pokemon after characters from musicals, so we’re totally fucking doing that and you’re all going to suffer my endless breaking into showtunes

Question is, then, what would be a good character to name a beloved starter after?

.............................

I’m mentally tossing around several different Cats references--there’s no one like Macavity!--but a name I keep coming back to from a different musical is Toby, for a reason that will soon be clear

Yeeeee

Rodney picks Salatad, leaving Herovor for Kiera.

What a WHOLESOME GAME

MY FRIEND MENTIONED THIS TO ME BUT I TOTALLY FORGOT

BUDDDDYYYYYYY POOOKKEEEEMMOOONNNNNNNN

TADA INDEED

Nothing’s gonna harm you, not while I’m around

Nothing’s gonna harm you, darling, not while I’m around

We’re in this for the long haul, Toby. You and me. We’re gonna see this through to the end together.

(yes it’s fully night now because picking Toby’s name took that long lmfao)

Wonder where these devs are from if they use “mum” :o

oH BOY HERE WE GO

(Also he called me his “best friend” before the fight started ;A; )

...Rodney’s battle music is hilarious because it’s all dramatic and rival-y but with like... silly-sounding instruments omg

uH

Graphics glitch?? hello????

I guess this is fine, I just??

Anyway Rodney’s battle sprite is cool

MY BOOOOOOY

also GOOD INTERFACE

SO many fangames try to spice up the battle UI and end up making it clunky or confusing or just weird

Rodney, I thought we were friends

This is an o u t r a g e

(It’s widely accepted in Nuzlockes to not count the first rival battle as a death, so this doesn’t really mean anything. Doesn’t mean I’m not still incredibly offended)

Hmph

Guess I can’t fault him too much if he was willing to heal us afterward

Anyway Rodney went home and the Professor came outside to say he forgot to give us something, presumably the Pokedex. Gotta go pick it up in the next town over apparently

sOBS

I’m so sorry, Toby, I feel like I’ve already failed you

I need to get back into a Nuzlocke mindset and always act as if critical hits are coming. We had Potions back there, we could have won if we’d been smarter. We can’t afford any more amateur mistakes.

Now let’s get going and train you up, buddy

Route 1, officially. 

We don’t have Pokeballs yet, so this is just an errand run with some training for the boy

Guesssss that’s just my trainer’s battle sprite, then, huh

Anyway there are BIRD Pokemon on this route! FINGERS CROSSED, EVERYBODY

...

Okay so I was going to grind a little in the first patch of grass and then move on once Toby was level 7 or so, but I went back to Soltree and TALKING TO YOUR MOM DOESN’T HEAL YOU, AND NEITHER DOES YOUR BED, OR THE PROFESSOR, OR ANYTHING

SO FUCK MY LIFE I GUESS WE’RE GOING STRAIGHT TO MOSSY TOWN

The rodent is called a Hamstar and now I want to know what it evolves into

You have GOT to be kidding

Toby’s still at level 5 for goodness’ sake

Oh thank goodness it wasn’t a trainer battle

Fought another lvl 2 Budcheep to at least reach level 6, and Toby learned Ember! Thank Arceus. It reminded me I hadn’t checked his info yet. He’s Hardy!

We’re here, and thankfully no trainers to battle

So not only does this game feature combo Pokecenter/Pokemarts, but there’s also an area in the building for NPCs who give quests, which is another thing my friend told me about but which I forgot ENTIRELY

We’ll see how viable any of the quests are during a Nuzlocke lmfao. Something tells me I won’t be completing many

Anyway, got Pinewood’s package and ran it back to Soltree in exchange for a Pokedex aaaAAAAND:

So here we go for real

Team member #2, here we come

wAIT

Have all the males I’ve run into been BLUE?

Or have I only run into females thus far??? 

WEIRD 

ANYWAY:

NEW BOOOOOY

Aww, they’re budgies, I should have known

Well, for this little guy I figure I’ll just pick a name from a song I had in my head this morning

HA! And he’s Lonely and stubborn, that’s hilarious

(For the record I’m naming him this in an endearing way. It’s a villain’s name, yes, but it’s also a regal-sounding name and an ironically tough sounding one for a small poofy bird.)

fuuUUUCKING EXCUSE ME

DID I JUST RUN INTO A MOTHERHECKING S H I N Y

I GUESS WE’RE DOING THIS

I CAN’T BELIEVE I FOUND A FUCKING SHINY BEFORE I HAD A CHANCE TO EVEN SEE THE NORMAL COLOR

AND IT’S A *COOL* SHINY

Okay

Okay

Calm down

I’m drawn to the name Rumpleteazer for her, being an orange catlike thing, but there’s a character limit that means I’d have to drop several letters to make it fit. Hmm

Oh! How about instead, because of her unusual coloration and determined glare, we go with Elphaba? It feels more fitting personality-wise, at least!

Oh FRICK yes

Damn we have a good team going already

(Elphy has an interesting ability, too!)

Man, yeah, sure enough, here’s a wild one of normal coloration. They must be uncommon enough that I didn’t run into any on my first couple passes through the route. But the first one being SHINY.... god

I’m sure the shiny rate is higher than in the canon games or something but STILL

ROUTE  ONE

ANYway...

I should train up a bit before I move the story forward any more. I’ll shoot for getting everyone to level... maybe 9? That sounds like a good safe number. I’ll end the first post here, then, and see you all with a battle-ready team!

[lost-n-stereo]

Summary: Clarke Griffin doesn't want to join Cupid's Arrow, Los Angeles' newest online dating site but her mother insists she at least give it a try. Enter "Fake Blake", a man claiming to be Bellamy Blake, TV's hottest new up and coming actor. With a profile photo that can't be found on the internet, to stories only the man himself could tell, Clarke starts to wonder if her online crush could be her celebrity crush too. Modern Romantic Comedy AU

draw back your bow (let your arrow go)

Part 1 - Clarke

Tuesday night is her favorite night of the week.

Her roommate works late every Tuesday, which means that Clarke gets the television all to herself. And sure, she could always bring up Netflix or whatever on her laptop if she wanted to watch something that her roommate didn’t. But her favorite show is on Tuesday nights, the only one she actually watches live and not on Hulu a day or five later.

­­­It starts in five minutes, so she grabs her favorite plush blanket from her bed and drags that and a pillow onto the couch in the living room she shares with her best friend Raven. They go to the same college but are in two completely different programs and while Clarke is lucky enough to have help from her mom and stepdad for financing, Raven has to work most nights that she’s not in class.

She grabs the remote and turns on the TV just as the opening credits of The Ark are starting. She blushes a little when Bellamy Blake’s name crosses the screen. He’s by far her biggest celebrity crush at the moment. His character Robert Moore is her favorite and not just because Bellamy is so good looking. Robert is tough and strong but also kind and sweet. He’s a guard on a space station called the Ark that can’t come down to Earth because of a nuclear war a hundred years before that’s left the planet uninhabitable.

Sometimes she feels like a nerd for loving this show so much but it is what it is.

Her phone dings halfway through the episode but she doesn’t check until commercial.

Did you think anymore about joining Cupid’s Arrow?

Clarke rolls her eyes at the text from her mother, who’s been trying to get her to join a new dating site that just started up. It’s supposed to be only for people in the Los Angeles area, where she’s currently living while she attends university.

Mom…I told you. I’m not signing up for a dating site that’s just for L.A. People here are the worst.

Clarke, that’s not very nice! How can you say that when you met Raven there?

She’ll give her mom that one. Raven is by far the most badass chick she’s ever met. She briefly thought about trying to ask her out because the girl is a straight up ten. They were dorm roommates their freshman year and then as soon as Clarke got that college experience out of the way she insisted they get an apartment off campus.

Clarke sighs and pulls her legs up under her on the couch. Her mom only means well. It’s been almost two years since Lexa passed away and while Clarke hasn’t been exactly celibate, it’s still hard to think about being in another relationship.

I’ll think about it.

Her phone dings again almost instantly.

That’s all I ask!

She tosses the phone down on the coffee table with a roll of her eyes and turns back to finish the episode.

When it’s over, instead of pulling up Tumblr to check out spoilers for next week’s episode like she does most nights, she types in cupidsarrow.com into her browser and hits enter.

CUPID’S ARROW: THE NUMBER ONE WAY TO MEET NEW PEOPLE IN THE GREATER LOS ANGELES AREA. WHETHER YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A ONE NIGHT ROMANCE OR THE SOULMATE OF YOUR DREAMS, CUPID’S ARROW HAS THE LARGEST DATABASE OF FUN, ATTRACTIVE AND AVAILABLE SINGLES IN YOUR AREA!

“Good lord,” Clarke mumbles to herself as she clicks the Create A Profile button. “Here goes nothing.”

The signup process is pretty basic. Add a photo, but no nudity. Add a bio, but no profanity. She uploads a selfie she took on the beach of Cancun last spring break and starts to type in her bio, keeping it short and sweet.

I’m Clarke, a bisexual college student currently living in LaLaLand while I attend UCLA. I’m originally from the east coast but I plan to stay in California after I graduate. Not looking for anything serious but I’m not looking for a hookup either. Somewhere in between, I guess.

She groans as she reads it out loud. “What am I even doing?” She asks herself as she clicks enter and then her profile is officially live. A popup comes up almost instantly, followed by another, and she clicks through an array of guys and girls that have liked her profile already. Within ten minutes she’s got fifty “arrows” which are apparently the Cupid’s Arrow equivalent of a like. She’s supposed to check the other person’s profile and if she likes them back, she can send a message.

There’s a tab at the top that reads Cupid’s Top Picks, and she clicks it because if she’s here she might as well see what Cupid has to offer her. Her screen is filled with faces and she raises an eyebrow as she takes in how freaking attractive everyone seems to be. Then she remembers that it’s the L.A. crowd, notorious for putting their best face forward even if all they are doing is taking out the trash.

Every photo has two icons, a broken heart or an arrow, so she thinks, what the hell, and starts making her way through the list.

Broken Heart: Guy from Long Beach with a bio that reads “Fuck Bitches, Get Money”

Arrow: Girl from UCLA named Niylah that she’s 99% sure she’s seen on campus before.

Broken Heart, Broken Heart, Arrow, Broken Heart .

She’s almost starting to get into this now, picking and choosing a person based on one photo and a few lines of text might seem super shallow but it’s actually kind of fun.

Her heart stops in her chest when she reaches the next on Cupid’s Top Picks list.

Bellamy Blake’s gorgeous face is staring back at her. And it’s not a promotional photo either, but a candid shot of him sitting on a balcony smoking a cigarette. His feet are bare, propped up on the railing. He’s looking at the camera and smirking, his full lips curled up as the cigarette hangs from the tips of his fingers.

She’s never seen this photo before. And she’s seen a lot of photos of Bellamy Blake.

There’s no way in hell that it’s actually him. Last she heard he was dating a CW actress that plays on The Ark’s spinoff, Grounders. Curiosity gets the better of her and she’s clicking on the profile to see what kind of nonsense this imposter is posting.

I’m Bellamy, I���m 25 years old and I’m an actor. Recently got out of a relationship and I’m looking for someone down to earth, sweet and real. That’s the most important thing…that she’s real.

Clarke’s teeth dig into her bottom lip. That doesn’t sound like someone pretending to be someone famous but she knows that it can’t possibly be the real Bellamy Blake. He could have anyone that he wants, why would he be on some random dating site, making a profile that anyone in the world could find?

Even though it’s fake and she has no idea what the person behind the profile actually looks like, she hits the arrow icon.

That’s the most important thing…that she’s real.

For some reason that hit close to home for her. In this town she’s learned that it’s hard to find people that are real. And she realizes how ironic it is that she’s saying that when this person is definitely NOT being real by posting that he’s Bellamy Blake. But maybe there’s a reason they are hiding behind the façade. Maybe she wants to know what it is.

And maybe there’s a tiny part of her that wonders if he could really be behind the screen on the other side.

***

There’s a message from Bellamy Blake waiting for her when she wakes up the next morning.

She rolls her eyes at herself, her heart pounding when she sees his picture in her message box.

“It’s not fucking him, Clarke. Get yourself together.”

The message is short but nice, not at all inappropriate like some of the other messages she’s gotten.

Hello, Clarke. Thanks for the “arrow”. Is it just me or is that a very strange way to like someone’s profile? Then again, it could be even weirder considering Cupid is a baby in a diaper but I digress. Not to sound like a creeper but I like your profile photo. And not just because you look beautiful, which you do. I have been to Cancun a few times and those beaches are amazing. I’m Bellamy, by the way.

“Why do you have to sound so normal?” She drums her fingers on her keyboard, thinking of something to say back.

“Why does who have to sound so normal?”

Clarke practically jumps out of her chair when Raven walks behind where she’s sitting at the dining room table and into the kitchen. She pours herself a cup of coffee and leans against the counter, raising an eyebrow in Clarke’s direction.

“Uh…no one.” Clarke stutters and Raven snorts.

“Real convincing, Griffin.”

“Fine!” Clarke gives Raven the rundown of the night before. Her mom texting and insisting she try this new dating site and then finding Fake Bellamy’s profile.

“So you sent this guy a like even though you know he’s not the real deal?”

Clarke shrugs. “I know it’s not him but I don’t know. I just felt something when I read his bio.”

Raven blinks at her for a few seconds and then reaches for her phone. “Send me his profile pic.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re going to reverse search that picture. I know you basically cyberstalk Bellamy Blake, so I’m honestly surprised you’ve never seen this photo before. If it’s a fake profile, whoever made it definitely just pulled it off the internet.”

Clarke thinks about it for a second before right clicking and saving the photo and then sending it to Raven’s phone.

“Hmmm.”

Clarke narrows her eyes. “Hmmm? What does ‘hmmm’ mean?”

Raven turns her phone screen around so Clarke can see. “No image matches. Anywhere on the internet. At all. Do you know how rare that is? That a celebrity can take a photo without it getting out online?”

Clarke rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t mean it’s him, Raven. It just means…well I don’t know! But it’s not him.”

“You’re right. It’s not him,” Raven says from behind her mug. “Just be careful, Clarke.  This guy could be anyone in the world. Well…anyone other than Bellamy Blake.”

They both laugh before Raven goes into a story about a friend from work named Murphy that Clarke always jokes is Raven’s work husband. They aren’t romantic, as far as Clarke can tell, but she can tell Raven cares for the guy.

“So, did I tell you Shaw asked me out?”

Clarke’s eyes go wide. “What?! When did this happen?”

Raven blushes, a look Clarke doesn’t see on her friend often. “Yesterday. He came into the diner and asked if I wanted to go to an air show at the base this weekend.”

Shaw is in the Air Force and frequents the diner Raven works at. Sometimes Clarke thinks it’s the only reason he goes there at all.

“That’s awesome,” Clarke tells her and she’s happy for her friend. Raven has had a tough go of it and it’s nice to see a smile on her face.

“Message him back,” Raven tells Clarke before she leaves the kitchen. “You never know, maybe it’s the person you’re supposed to be with. And you have to admit, this would make an insanely funny meetcute story.”

Clarke shakes her head. “You’re insane. I gotta get ready for class.” Raven just shrugs and walks out and before she can question herself, she’s typing a response to the Fake Blake.

I know your profile photo is bogus but I’d like to give you the benefit of the doubt and hope you mean it as a joke. I also highly doubt your name is Bellamy, so what’s your real name? You’ve been to Cancun, that’s cool. Did you go for spring break?

She closes her laptop, expecting it to be awhile before she gets a response, but her phone dings almost instantly. She doesn’t recognize the notification sound until she remembers downloading the Cupid’s Arrow app to her phone the night before.

My profile photo is bogus? I don’t understand. My best friend Monty took that photo of me last summer at his beach house in Malibu. And my name is Bellamy, I promise. My mom gave it to me and everything. And no, not spring break. I filmed this little indie film there three years ago.

“Oh, you are good,” Clarke says out loud, laughing as she reads the message again. His best friend Monty. As in, Monty Green, who is another actor on The Ark. This little indie flick filmed in Cancun. If Clarke had to guess, she’d say it was a horror film that Bellamy Blake starred in a couple of years ago that no one she knows has ever even seen.

Whoever this person is, they did their homework on the real Bellamy. She’s going to catch them in a lie eventually. And she doesn’t know why, but it’s kind of fun talking to him.

You must think I was born yesterday. There’s no way in hell you’re Bellamy Blake.

She goes about her morning as she gets ready for class.

Oh, so you know who I am? And why is that so hard to believe? And for what reason would I possibly have to lie?

Clarke snorts as she reads the message. She’s got her mascara wand in one hand and her phone in the other, trying to type with one thumb as she finishes up her makeup.

Lots of reasons. Number one with a bullet, I’d guess, is you wanna get laid. What better way to get a girl’s attention that pretending to be the hottest actor on television right now.

She doesn’t realize what she’s said until his message and then she’s laughing.

Aha…so you think I’m the hottest actor on TV?

No. I said I think Bellamy Blake is the hottest actor.

Same thing, sweetheart. We’re one in the same.

She rolls her eyes and thumbs in a response.

I have to go to class. Maybe you should consider telling me your real name since you’re not entirely horrible to talk to. And honestly, I’m sure you’re a good guy. You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not.

Her phone beeps one more time before she walks out the door, and his response makes her stop in her tracks.

Pretending is my job, Clarke. Trust me when I say that this is the true me. Quite possibly the truest me that there is.

One thought crosses her mind in a loop as she drives towards campus.

What if it’s really him?

[miraculouskpop]

MKP Series | Ladybug and Wolf

Chapter IIII: Wolf Boy Yapping 

Sehun stumbled across the room with his hands buried into his face. Or what felt like his face. Either way, he couldn't feel anything with his senses going into overdrive. A huge migraine invaded his space and amplifying every single cell inside his brain.

His senses are going insane.

Too many scents are invading his nose. Coming from different directions, different smells and it’s overwhelming him. Sehun blinked, but everywhere appeared fuzzy. It happened so suddenly- he, he's not even sure if he…- wait, did he? Sehun tripped over his own two feet and fell to the cold floor. His eardrums rattled when the dishes clanked and trinkets shuffled, and pressed a hand against his ear…- wait a second.

… W-where are his ears?!

Tufts of thick hair covered the sides of his ears, and as his fingers combed further, Sehun panicked. He couldn't feel his ears, just more hair. He’s not going crazy, is he? Oh damn, this is bad. And then, he remembered. “...A-Apollo?” He whimpered. And yet, all he can hear is the students outside the dormitory, and it sounded incredibly loud as hell. Footsteps, doors slamming, shouting, laughter, music and television playing throughout the rooms. He can hear it all. Sehun tried to stand, but the headache clamped down on his mind. Dang it! Ugh, who knew being a hero meant suffering in pain? Within that moment, Sehun regretted even acknowledging the old man. He must've been a creeper looking for young victims to seduce...

That old man had something to do with this.

"Apollo..." Sehun could hear his heart rattling against his chest, and suddenly, he blinked. Something's different. By something, Sehun meant that he's different. His midnight pajamas completely gone, replaced by what seemed like a costume. Sehun slowly, but surely stood, carefully trying to process everything. He looked down at his newly adorned grey gloves, metallic watch bound by his left wrist, white paw prints trickling from his hands to forearms. The gloves were connected to his entire suit made out of spandex, and Sehun quickly walked to the bathroom. Ignoring the headaches, Sehun desperately needed to see the truth. Or rather, the result. And honestly, Sehun didn't even need a light to witness himself in this entire getup. In the darkness, Sehun saw himself with clarity.  Eyes blazing with a passionate topaz hue, and his average black hair transformed into platinum blonde. Woah. He stood in shock, wondering if the young man in the dark gray mask was actually himself. He touched the harden mask protected around the edge of his face, observing the intricate designs of the curved mask. And then, the moment Sehun flicked on the lights- 

“Holy crap!” 

Ears. By ears, he meant seeing two animalistic, furry-ass ears perched on the top of his head. What the heck is this? Is this what Apollo meant by releasing his inner wolf? His ears twitched, and then twitched again. Dang it, why are his ears constantly twitching?! Ugh, stop it! Sehun pressed against his newly found animal ears, and felt incredibly weird feeling his hands above his head. A silver hoodie hung above him with a flowing cape flowing from behind, all attached by what seems to be a simple dog collar. Black streaks marked the sides of his waistline to his thighs, and Sehun couldn't help but to brush against the black utility belk. Entwined with the belt was a gray shawl, wrapped around his midsection and, well, supposedly the tail dangling between his legs.

"Oh my god." He whispered.

He's officially a superhero. Well, maybe not superhero, but he looks freaking awesome. "Apollo?" He called again, yet heard the tangled noises strangling his ears. 

My apologies.

A voice deep and brusque infiltrated his mind, nearly scaring the living daylights out Sehun. "Where the heck are you?" Sehun had no clue where the little furball went, and hearing voices inside his head creeped him out. 

As of current, I am apart of your conscious. 

Wait, what?!

"Why are you inside my head?" Sehun hissed. He felt incredibly embarrassed talking to himself, but he had no other choice. 

Actually, you do have choices. And I can hear majority of your thoughts, I just choose not to respond. Regardless, I am here to guide you to proper heroism and how to conduct yourself as a miraculous holder. 

Wait, so he can think to himself?

Precisely. 

Okay, this is weird. Well, whatever. So what now? I guessed I transformed into... This. Sehun still felt the headache throbbing from the back of his head as he returned to the kitchen. Everything still felt so surreal to him, turning into some wolf boy smelling different scents, mostly garbage and sweaty bodies. 

You leave the facility to experiment with your abilities. However, refrain from any unnecessary fighting. Then again, I honestly doubt you would be fighting anyone right now. 

Okay, but first he needs some medication...

Sehun walked towards the kitchen cabinet and whipped open the door. Only to find it completely empty. 

Damn.

I heard that. A hero must see the logic of the situation at all times for better improvement. Also, your headache will eventually fade as your body adjust to its amplified abilities. 

Okay, fine, whatever. Sehun snorted, walking towards the door to leave-

I wouldn't recommend that route. It's too public, and many will see you. The window will be the best exit.

... Wait.

You want him to jump out of the window?! "Are you freaking serious right now?" The least thing Sehun needs is broken bones, a ruined face, and death looming over him.

Of course! Did you honestly think I will allow yourself to be exposed? You must be stupid. 

"No way in hell I'm doing that! Apollo, you must be joking. I can't even walk two feet without a headache, and you're asking me to jump out of a window?" Don't the furball know how deep that fall is? Having the audacity to call him, Oh Sehun, a natural genius, stupid? The teenage tsked, feeling less interested in this entire idea. He might as well ditch this whole ordeal and call it quits.

Sehun, that is the first step in testing your new abilities. Risk is absolutely necessary! How can humanity prosper without curiosity and experimenting new ideas? We would still be in ancient times had it not been for risk! Well, and wars, death, devestation and other forced situations. You must place yourself in uncomfortable situations to truly understand-

Okay, he gets it. Geeze, no need for an hour long lecture. Sehun grumbled to himself, treading towards the tiny window and peered from it. Down below looked really low, and maybe a good twelve foot drop. His stomach lurched, and Sehun didn't deny the fear crawling through his skin. Should he really be doing this? After all, he might be hallucinating from diet restrictions and excessive vitamin consumption. Damn, he can feel his heart getting jittery again. Too far, too deep, and not enough reassurance. The newly transformed hero felt uncertain, eyes gazing down the possible death of the ground. "I-..." He stopped himself, afraid of speaking what he genuinely felt. Fear.

It is alright Sehun. I am here with you, and I will protect you.

Although it was a sappy statement, it was enough to push Sehun. He released a sigh, and without further notice opened the window. His heart leaped inside his chest when the fresh wind smacked his face, the midnight moon shining its light upon him. Oddly, his headache went away along with the brewing fear, and the teenager climbed over the window. His combat boots dangling from below, Sehun threatened Apollo with death if the little furry didn't rescue him.

And then, Sehun jumped.

He fell so quickly, Sehun was certain he'd die right then. The drop did horrors to the young boy, and Sehun nearly screamed.  His stomach churned and twisted, did a barrel roll and became a meme. He's going to die! But before Sehun landed to his death, something unexpected happened. Gravity shifted, the harsh wind becoming lighter and stomach softening from its cries.  It felt like soft pads beneath his feet, and without realizing it, Sehun landed carefully onto the ground with a gentle thud. 

. . . 

Still resting on his knees, Sehun stared at the ground in shock. "W-wha... What just...?" He couldn't bring himself to believe it, and everything happened so suddenly-

He fell from a window, and had survived! "Oh my god!" He's alive! And not smothered into the dirt! This... This is amazing! Apollo then told him how he needed better faith. Sehun stood tall and proud of his accomplishment, eager to explore the midnight town with his abilities. But before Sehun could dwell further on his excitement, a unique scent captured his nose by attention. No, it wasn't the intensity of the mowed grass and crisp emission of smog. The spoiling dumpster ten feet behind him and different smells of the human body all intermingled with musk, salt and grossness. At least, on this property it is...

No, it smelled incredibly... What's the word for it? Sweet. It smelled sweeter than lavender. A flowery touch to vanilla, maybe? Regardless, it really freaked Sehun out. Nowhere on this masculine, male-ridden property had feminine qualities whatsoever: no flowerbeds, no perfume, no trees, no girls, so where could this smell be coming from? Apollo inquired to follow the smell, and Sehun couldn't help but to agree. 

Run. Follow it. 

Sehun's instincts yapped at him to follow the scent. Don't allow it to fade away. He can't allow it to fade away- he must follow it! The teenager tried to control himself, but it felt incredibly difficult withholding his growing urgencies. It grew inside his gut, expanding further as Sehun stood his ground. But eventually, Sehun crumbled to his instincts and ran.

Running. Faster than Oh Sehun could ever imagine. Faster than a human being, wind fighting against his entire body as he sped through the fields into the neighborhoods. His abdomen clenching and body unaccustomed to this unusual experience. An adrenaline rush coursing through his veins as his feet pushed past normal speeds. No human being can run twenty five miles per minute, and when Sehun jumped he found himself soaring high above the post lamps. 

This feels amazing.

The inner child locked away was freed. Freedom! The chains completely broken, and for the first time in Oh Sehun's boring life, he laughed.

[whatzaoverwatch]

I have had this idea since you closed the inbox and now is the time to let it be free. Moira hearing her super submissive gf slip up and call her dia/bandia in passing? Like answering a question or something. Nsfw if you feel idc ( dia/bandia are Irish Gaelic for god/goddess)

Can you do Moira asa vampire doing evil stuff or just evil stuff in general? Thank you so much

What about Moiratrying to trick you or trap the reader because she’s evil like that. Thank youso much I need this to push through finals J

Moira with wingsand being a freaking epic vampire

Oh baby going to the quad kill folks let’s get that playof the game (also hope you don’t mind the few tweeks to get this all into one ask)

Vampire!Moiratricking you

You thought that you were safe taking the shortcut backhome. Little that you knew that you were being tailed behind by some ratherunwanted company. Three men had taken note of you and you knew better than tostick around. Trying to make yourself scare, you kept at a fast pace, notlooking back as you moved through the alleyways in the dark. So much for itbeing a simple trip to the store, you thought as you rounded the corner. Justas you felt that you lost your stalker, you were halted by a sudden voice that perkedfrom your ear.

“Good evening my pet? Are you lost?” The voice wassoothing but dripping with distrust. Turning over to your right, you spotted awoman who was walking right beside you with a book in her hand. Seeing as shehad no clue of what was occurring to you, you cleared your throat.

“J-Just heading home that’s all.” The wavering of yourvoice was evident as you tried to keep your gaze away from her. She hummed fora moment before leaning closer.

“And I suppose that company following you is not with you?”You stiffened and looked up at her. You only realized now how she had twodifferent eye colours. She looked down at you from her book and stepped to yourside, “I can assist on ridding them of your presence if you desire.”

“T-That would be helpful…thank you miss…” You mutterednot realizing how easily you accepted this stranger’s help.

“Moira…just call me Moira my pet.” She hummed closing herbook with a snap of her fingers.

Every part of you told you not trust her, but it wasbetter than handling whatever those men had in mind. Seeing as she had openedher arm for you to hold onto, you linked your arm onto hers. She held onto yourarm tight and walked down the path alongside you. You couldn’t stop looking ather even as a thin smile formed on her lips.

“Just stay with me and don’t look back.” She told yousternly as you moved rather quickly with her by your side. Taking a moment toobserve her pale skin and bony flesh, you noticed how she was fairly maturebut also looked rather young. Every part of her screamed danger but she alsoseemed alluring and beautiful under the moonlight.

“Do I have something on my face?” She asked as yourealized you were staring for longer than you should have. Looking ahead youswallowed lightly noticing that this was a different path then what you arefamiliar with.

“Sorry…I couldn’t help but notice how amazing youlook,” where did that come from as it spilled out of your lips. Furrowing yourbrows you press your lips into a thin line, “almost like a…”

Moiras eyebrow rose and looked back down at you intriguedby the sudden confession. “Like a what?”

“Like…a bandia.” Feeling yourself blush at yourdescription you realize that you weren’t able to control what you were sayingto this woman. You prayed that she had no clue of what you were referring to.But your worries increased by the amused hum.

“A goddess? How flattering, I’ve never been described insuch a fashion before,” Looking back at her you felt her hold on you tighten asshe furrowed her brows, “I’m afraid that I may not fit that title quite as muchas you think.”

“What do you mean?” Before that was answered, she haltedher steps and took a glance over her shoulder. You looked at her for a second,“Something wrong?”

“Seems your pursuers are rather persistent…thought takingthis path would’ve turned them away. Suppose it can’t be helped,” Releasingyour arm, a part of you wanted to hold on for just a little bit longer and youhad no idea why. Especially when you realized she had taken some of the moreabandoned streets towards your home, “Follow the road for a couple of blocks,turn left and you will find your home. Stay inside and don’t turn back.”

“What about you?” Moira gave you a look over beforeshaking her head.

“I’ll draw them off, it’d be a waste for them to harm adelicate creature like you. Now go, I will be alright.” You didn’t think twiceon that offer as you gave her a smile and nod.

“Thank you…for helping me out.” Moira formed another slysmirk and you felt a tingle down your spine. She waved you off as you walkedfurther down the path.

As you walked you felt more at ease with your stridesknowing that you would make it home safe and sound. Home…wait. You slowed yoursteps as an uneasy feeling returned to your stomach. You never mentioned oncewhere your home was. How on earth did Moira know where you lived? Stopping yoursteps you looked around the cryptic alleyway wondering how it was such acoincidence that Moira appeared as soon as you were in danger.

Just as you questioned what had happened, a shrill ofhigh pitched screams echoed in your ear that came from the direction that youleft Moira in. Panic built inside of you fearing for her as you turned backaround to go help her. Fearing that they were doing what they had planned to dofor you. Turning the corner to shout her name in panic, your words caught inyour throat to horrific sight before you.

There on the ground where the group of men that had beenstalking you mangled and limp in a pool of blood with no life in their eyes.Puncture wounds evident on their pale skin with no signs of breathing. Raisingyour gaze up, your eyes widened in horror to see your very rescuer holding theremaining creeper in her grasp. Her nails digging into their skin as they criedfor help and thrashed in her arms. Her mouth latched to their nape as bloodflowed in between her lips. Her back draped with black leathery wings with atint of purple that glowed under the moonlight. Watching in horror as thevictim looked towards you reaching out for help only for the remainder of theirlife to be sucked out of them.

Moira pulled away as you saw sharp canines soaked incrimson. Licking her lips and teeth, she dropped the last victim with disgust.

“One would think that fools would learn not to take onanothers’ prey. No matter, just more victims to tie me over until I take[Name] for myself.” You let out a sharp gasp as she uttered your name, one thatyou didn’t even bother to tell her yourself.

Covering your mouth in realization of how loud you were,your eyes widened watching Moira look over to you. The surprise evident in herface before looking back down to the victims.

“Didn’t I tell you not to turn back my pet?” She cursed makingyou take a step back.

“W-What are you?” You croaked up repressing your screamsand tears. Moira turned to face you, wiping the blood from her lips to cleanherself.

“Certainly not a bandia as you claim,” she sighed andapproached you slowly. You wanted to run, you wanted to escape, but youcouldn’t, “Are you afraid of me my pet?”

Yes, every part of you screamed yes. You just wanted togo home, you wanted to close your eyes and pretend this was all a bad dream.But as you trembled your hands to your side you could only croak out one word.

“No…” Her eyes softened for a moment reaching a hand upto stroke the side of your face. It was sharp but soft against your cheek. Youfelt yourself nuzzle into her touch as that wicked smile returned back to herlips.

“Do not fear me, I will make sure no one hurts you ever againmy pet.” Your feet felt grounded while she leaned down. There was no escape.She was no saviour from heaven, no, she was a demon sent from hell. And now youwere hers.