#also this had me googling like crazy thing to figure out what's the name of that truck sokaoskaoksoaskas

[lover-of-mine]

911 Hiatus Rewatch and:

Municipal Vehicles Damaged or Destroyed on the Show Count, lightning round: 9 and 10

Battalion's Chief Truck Destroyed and Fire Engine Damaged in Survivors.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Hey so I wanted to request for a ghost x reader, let say she is a new team member top of her field. The only usually thing is that she fights funny, she fights like Bayonetta. If you don't know how Bayonetta is please check her fighting scenes on YouTube.

I really love your writing and hope you can do the request soon. Tag me

Kicking Ass, Taking Names Later

𖤐Pairing: Ghost x Sargent! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: Tbh, had no idea who Bayonetta was but a quick Google and YouTube search later figured it out. And yeah…that is a very…interesting…fighting style and I’ll be getting right on that ( @tired-writers-world )

𖤐Warnings: smut, harsh language, dancing fighting style, kissing/making out, codenames, badly translated French,

𖤐Summary: She's the new Sargent for Task Force 141 and Ghost just can't seem to take his eyes off her, when she is training

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"Alright, she's crazy," Price says, watching his new recruit to Taskforce 141, her name is Y/n L/n and she isn't really new to the Military, she's a Sargent.

She was transferred from the French Military to be here for a mission with the 141 men. She was fortunate to be here, and now when it came to training the boys got to see how quick and cheeky her fighting style is.

She was training with Gaz. Gaz was getting second hand of how good she is. She had him in a headlock, her legs around his neck and she was giving him some teasing words.

"I was told you were good," she says.

"Then l-let me go and I can show you," he grunts. She let's him go and they stood up, Gaz pushes his thumb against his nose thinking it was bleeding. Y/n stood tall, hands behind her back as she waits for Kyle's attacks.

He rushes at her, but Y/n dodges his punch, she moves behind him and kicks his back foot out making him land on his knee.

"Hey!"

"You're not showing me that you're good." She gives him a teasing smile.

"Just hold still then."

"Fine," like Gaz wanted she stays put and he starts to charge at her again, pinning her to the mat and Soap who was standing off to the side ready to mediate when it was necessary watched as Gaz held her wrist and was throwing some playground insults at her, only to feel legs wrap around his neck and yank him backwards off her body.

She cat flips up on her feet and looks at Gaz who held his neck while on his back.

"Sorry for going to hard on you," she says. She puts her hand out for him to take, which he does.

"Yeah? No problem, and no hard feelings," he gives her a smile.

"Y/n!" Price calls for her. She turns and sees the man standing with his arms crossed over his chest, she takes a towel and wipes her forehead.

"Evening Captain," she says with a smile, she then turns to the man standing next to Price. "Who's he?" She asked.

"Oh, right, Sargent this is my Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley."

"Ghost? Oh yeah, Gaz and Soap was telling me about you," she slightly giggles.

"Something funny about my name?" He asked, a bit serious.

"No, but you get dropped on your ass a lot," she was talking about training, Ghost may know what he is doing on the field, but during training he gets his ass handed to him quite often.

Her giggles were the only thing Ghost was really focusing on.

"You speak English pretty well," Simon wanted to change the subject. "For a French woman."

"I learned English in the second grade, and after that, I started to use it more then my native language."

"I don't hear an accent?"

"I hide it very well, when I speak English." She says to him.

"I can't tell if they're flirting or she's trying to get under Ghost's skin," Gaz whispers to Soap.

"Maybe both," Soap whispers back.

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During the mission, Y/n was partnered up with Ghost to go into this bunker, they were on a search and rescue mission while also trying to stop this illegal weapon smuggling, and cartel.

Y/n was in front while Ghost covered her 6.

"Go ahead," she says.

"Hand signals, Sarg."

"You think I use hand signals? Go, Lt," she whispered yelled at him.

"Use them," he grumbles while walking by her. She rolls her eyes and now she was covering him.

The rest of the time it was silent between them. Ghost looks over his shoulder feeling Y/n had pushed up against him.

"You're too close, Sargent."

"I'm trying to look too."

"How are you a Sargent, but take things so unserious?" He asked, annoyed.

"I do take things serious!"

"Back up," he growls under his breath, and she did.

"Will you two stop bickering?" Price says over their earpieces.

"Why'd I get paired up with the French woman?" Ghost says.

"Because she's good," Price reminds Ghost, who looks over his shoulder seeing Y/n have a smirk on her face.

"Because I'm good," she teased Ghost.

"So good she doesn't use hand signals?"

"Shut up, I'm good and you know it," she walks by him and points her gun up and she goes around the corner.

"Hey, you can't just take off," Ghost whispered yelled and chased after her.

"Oh here we go," Soap joins in.

When going through the bunker, Y/n was off on her own looking at a room that looked like was burnt. She picks up a few burned items and picked up a burnt stuffed giraffe. The head was hanging on by a tread, and she felt tears in her eyes.

"What the hell?" Ghost walked.

"I think they were holding children here..." she shows him the stuffed animal.

"Sick bastards."

"Let's move on," she drops the stuffed animal and wanted to leave this room behind, but she doesn't want to forget about it, she used the back of her hand and wiped the tears away from her eyes and Ghost watched as her emotions almost showed.

"Sarg-"

"Let's go," she says again.

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They got to a door that looked like a safe, Ghost had battered the door opened and as they had abruptly entered the room guns and lasers were pointed at the both of them.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" The man in front yells. A small amount of men pointed their weapons at them.

"DROP THEM NOW!" Another yells, Ghost with a grunt tosses his gun to the ground and Y/n does to, both putting their hands up and placing their hands behind their head.

As Y/n kept an eye on the guy in front her hand goes to the handle of her dagger that was held in the back of her vest. She quickly pulls it out and throws it at the front guy.

He holds his bleeding neck and drops to the floor, the men tried to fire at them but Ghost grabbed his pistol and fires at one of the guys. One goes after Y/n.

She lifts her leg and kicks the guy in his stomach sending him to the ground, but he gets back up and tries to go after her feet, she jumps and lands on the guys back, not hard enough to break his back but enough to put him in some sort of pain.

Another goes after her but she swings her foot out tripping him, the one she jumped on, grabbed his dagger from his vest, Y/n grabs his wrist fighting with him, pushing him back taking his hand and twisting it downwards to his stomach.

He was trying his best to avoid the end from going into his stomach, but giving his hand a good push the blade had gone into his kidney.

The other man had something a bit...bigger. A fucking machete, she backed up as the man swung the bigger knife. Her back hit a table and she jumps on it. He tries to slam the blade down, but she had jumped over him.

And grabbed the pistol from the dead mans vest and pulled it out and fired a few shots at the man.

Ghost had some blood on him, but he watched Y/n and how she could handle herself, and her fighting style was weird, he didn't know what she was doing but it was impressive.

"Allez (come on)," she says, he shakes his head and follows her.

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After the mission that turned out to be a success. Ghost had sat across the table from Y/n. She was drinking a beer while speaking with Gaz.

Ghost was still amazed she could fight like that.

"Y/n, where did you learn to fight like that?" Ghost had asked her making her stop her conversation with Gaz and looked at Ghost.

"What do you mean? I've always fought like that."

"I know, but like...did the French Military teach you?"

"Yes and no. They did but I put my own twist on it," she smiles at him. "Pourquoi veux-tu apprendre aussi, Ghost (why are you wanting to learn too, Ghost)."

"I don't understand," he says.

"Why Ghost, do you want to learn?" She rephrases.

"No, not really, I have my own fighting style thank you very much, but...damn...I've never been so impressed with how someone fights like you."

"I fight like a girl."

"A very...very hot girl." He confesses.

"WOAH! GHOST!"

"MATE COME DOWN!"

"Oh?"

"Sorry...I think..." he questioned himself. "It's just impressive, that's all," he says, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

"Aww, someone likes Y/n," Soap teased and Ghost smacked him upside his head. "Ow!"

"Shut up," he mumbles.

"Ghost, even though we didn't seem eye to eye at first, I am flattered...we should work together some other time," she smiles at him.

"Sure," was all he said.

"HEY LOOK CAP'N IS ABOUT TO SING!!" Soap yells as the guys all cheered for Price stepping onto the stage. Ghost had his head down but moved his eyes up to look at Y/n who was smiling at Price singing oh so awful, but it was just funny to watch.

[pahtoosh]

Hi hi hi, hello, you were one of the first people I thought to tell about this so, I have DID and sometimes the Little part of the braincase has dreams when I sleep, and he recently had (in his definition) the best dream EVER where he was adopted by Steve and Bucky and they went grocery shopping, and he was having the best day ever cuz he specifically saw a bag of his favorite chocolate and ran over to Bucky and holding it up like "DADDY DADDY DADDY, PLEASE???"

And then Bucky picked him up with the chocolate and set him in the cart while Steve just smiled about it all. The Little One was so excited!!

– same anon who talked about your stucky fics being my favorite thing ever when smol and my therapist actively recommended listening to the Little One more 🦖 (I might sign off on things with the dino if that's okay)

Baby's First Racecar

image id: a gif of sebastian stan holding his hands out to hold someone. /end id

masterlist

18+

wc: ~700 words

warnings: named stuffed animal, bucky picks you up

a/n: THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!! thank you so much for telling me🥺 i was working on a totally different piece, but this was too cute and i knew i had to see this idea to the end!! i hope The Little One likes racecars hehe. also.. you guys will just have to imagine the "racecar" because none of the pictures on google matched the one in my brain 💔

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: you go to the grocery store with your daddies

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Steve turned to look at you in the backseat with an adoring smile on his face. You looked too cute all buckled up, absentmindedly toying with your dino plush’s tail. You and your green friend came as a package deal these days. Steve loved it to the point where he took his sewing kit out of storage and set to remembering all the skills his Ma taught him, so that he could make some clothes for your favorite little sidekick. Today, he was dressed in overalls: a very practical outfit for your trip to the grocery store. 

“Are you and Ducky going to help me figure out what to make for dinner tonight?” he asked.

You nodded enthusiastically. 

Once the car was parked, Bucky helped you out of your car seat while Steve retrieved the reusable grocery bags. Your baba carried you into the store, as this was a busy parking lot and he felt safer having you in his or Steve’s arms. You had originally planned on walking through the store instead of sitting in a shopping cart, but that changed when you saw the cart that looked like a racecar. It functioned like a normal shopping cart, but it had been upgraded with an outer shell of plastic that almost made it resemble Lightning McQueen. A steering wheel placed in the front and flame decals on the sides completed the illusion. 

Bucky didn’t even have to ask if you wanted to ride in it. He smiled at your excited gasp and awestruck gaze. Never wanting to miss a chance to indulge you, he made a beeline for the novel vehicle. He gently set you inside, kissing the top of your head before he rounded the back of the false car and pushed it into the store.

“Baba, Dada, look!” 

You showed them the steering wheel. It actually spun around just like the real thing! You couldn’t actually control the cart with it, but you didn’t mind. It was way more fun to practice crazy drifts than to slowly navigate the narrow aisles of the grocery store. 

Steve leaned over, demonstrating the functional horn on the steering wheel. It was more like a muffled squeak toy, which was all the better for you because you could keep ‘honking the horn’ without drawing attention from the other customers. Ducky liked honking the horn too, but as always, your dinosaur was more comfortable resting on your lap. 

You had a blast “racing” through the grocery store. Bucky played along, making some of the turns into new aisles more dramatic than they needed to be. Steve too joined in on the fun. He played the role of drive through employee while asking for your opinion on foods. 

Your Dada mimicked talking into a headset with a silly voice. “Hi, welcome to Rogers’ Kitchen. Can I put you down for a bag of grapes or apples?”

“Apples!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands. 

“Second window, that’ll be one kiss.”

He set the fruit down behind you and held his cheek out expectantly. You giggled, giving him a sloppy peck before “driving” away. 

Your dada also became your pit crew when a turn into the snack aisle caused a few small items to slip through the grates of the shopping cart. 

While Steve excused himself to find your favorite crackers, Bucky noticed how untidy the cart had gotten and decided to fix the mess.

“Hang on, baby. Baba’s gonna take you out so I can move some things.” 

Bucky plucked you out of the cart, setting you down so he could make your chariot more organized and comfortable. While you stood in the aisle, a package of your favorite candy called out to you. You grabbed the bag with the hand that wasn’t holding Ducky and toddled back to your caregiver. 

“Baba! Baba look!” you shouted excitedly, holding the treats aloft. 

“Wow! Those sure look good,” he grinned.

“Can I get them, Baba? Please!”

Bucky pretended to think about it for a moment, then all of a sudden he was lifting you, Ducky, and the bag of chocolates into the cart. You giggled like mad the entire time, complementing Steve’s chuckles as he witnessed the interaction.

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

So,

What a wild ride, everybody.

This tournament went live on July 13th, 3023, and concluded January 1st, 2024. For a long time before, I’d been wondering if I should try my hand at running one of these tournaments, and then I realized we hadn’t had a general tumblr-wide one for tragic characters. I knew that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I decided to bite the bullet and take the URL. The rest is history.

I didn’t have a set plan, but I figured I could take 128 entries. And then in less than a week and a half, I had ~122. And honestly, I wasn’t happy continuing with just those I’d gotten so far, and thought it’d be unfair if it closed that quickly without warning, so I decided to up it to 256 with a max 2 characters per canon after preliminaries. Only after that did I go on a mad search to find brackets that were big enough for that, and I’d almost given up before I finally found these:

Those are all the characters that made it past prelims and into the competition. Some quite unexpected results came out of these matchups, round after round, and honestly I’d consider the first round to have had the most brutal competitions, because I had tried to do the best I could to match levels of popularity with each other, as far as I could tell. (Yeah, that’s why we had c!Tommy v Jon Sims and Primrose v Jinx.). But even eclipsing all of those, as the weeks went on, we were eventually met with Antigone versus Lloyd Garmadon. Ah, those crazy kids.

At some points it was stressful, in the early rounds when I had dozens of posts, each with edited images and alt text, to prepare for every round, but I never regretted starting this. As of posting, this blog has 2,020 followers and has made over 1,000 posts. This will be the last post on this blog—any future asks I receive I will answer privately back to the asker, or cannot be answered if they are anon—but it will always remain here for posterity. The link below is to the similarly-preserved google sheet compiling every word of every submission this tournament ever received.

I’d like to take this chance to say thank you to everyone who submitted characters, supplied photos, sent in propaganda, reblogged the polls, indoctrinated their teachers into greeklitsweep, and everyone who kept good sportsmanship when their blorbos proved so tragic they couldn’t even win. Thank you to the small group of URLs whom I’ve consistently recognized in my inbox from submissions all the way to finals, thank you for letting me know when a name was messed up, and thank you for your patience in-between rounds. (Shoutout to @elemom as well for having their tiktok on the original antigone/lloyd poll blow up.)

If you’ve stumbled upon this blog weeks, months, or even years after this was posted, I would direct your attention to the tag map in the pinned post to sift through the tumblr history you’ve just uncovered. And I would also be tempted to point at the big sign next to it reciting the nuclear zone warning poem. Lastly, if anyone here or there wishes to talk to me about anything regarding the tournament, you’re welcome to DM @twilight-skies.

There were times when I said to myself this was a one-and-done thing—I was NOT dealing with this again, but….keep a look on the horizon, ya never know.

But until next time, it’s been amazing.

Sayonara you weeaboo shits.

[entamesubs]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush!! Episode 127 Sub Release

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Please make sure to read the FAQ if you have any questions.

There are LONG translation notes below, so spoilers ahead!!

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ではこれがし？ 貴公？おぬし？ おんどれ？ Then, this one? You over there? Young man? This guy?

There are a lot of different ways to address someone else not you in Japanese, just as many as there are personal pronouns to refer to yourself. For example, お前 (omae) is one you'll hear a lot of anime characters use, however this is rarely used in real life due to how rude and casual it is between anyone that's not your close friends.

In any Japanese class, you may learn あなた (anata) instead, which is slightly more formal and neutral. You may also hear other characters use キミ (kimi), which is slightly softer and cute-sounding.

All of these, in essence, mean "you". However, their tones and connotations are extremely different. Due to how rarely Japanese as a language even needs to use pronouns (the first rule of "you" in Japanese is not using "you" at all!), busting out any form of "you" is meant to be something you do only when you need to address someone directly, to get their attention. Similar to saying their name.

In fact, "you" and forms of it in Japanese can also count as swearing (especially for a language that really doesn't have swearing the way other languages may*).

You may have heard some anime characters ground out a テメエ (temee), 己 (onore), or 貴様 (kisama) when they're pissed off or angry. This also means "you", but in such a way that it shows extreme displeasure and informality/rudeness. You would never use this with anyone in real life in daily conversation. It occupies the same space and feeling as saying "you piece of shit".

In fact, くそ (kuso), which many people may recognize as "shit!", used to be an old way to say "you"!

Anyway, small language lesson aside, Yuudias is basically using a whole bunch of different variants of "you" in order to figure out how exactly The Creator addressed Kuaidul. I tried my best with picking out a few modifiers, but the Japanese "you" is never going to be perfectly translatable, unfortunately.

これがし (koregashi) - also Kuaidul's personal pronoun, literally means "this one" 貴公 (kikou) - stuff you might hear in a period drama, usually used by a nobleman to refer to a male servant おぬし (onushi) - also archaic and something you'd hear in a period drama, usually used by samurai to address other samurai おんどれ (ondore) - kind of rural country-sounding, very casual

(* In modern times, though, "swear words" have actually been created in Japanese slang. This wouldn't be a language lesson if I didn't teach you how to curse!

"Fuck!" as a modifier/adjective ("that fucking thing" / "I hate this so fucking much") can be クソデカ (kusodeka) in Japanese. As with all things, it depends on context.

For how to conjugate it, it's kind of a na adjective. So, くそデカ大声 ("that fucking loud voice") would be fine.

The more you know!)

エペルバシー / エペルベーノ (eperubashii / eperubeino) Transcendence / Exceed

If you're wondering why this episode took so long to get subbed, you can blame these two words. There's actually a funny story involved!

When I first stumbled on it, I had zero clue what Yuuhi was trying to say. Me and Tessa (batsugeemu) scoured like crazy on different websites and weird Google searches trying to get a hit, but no dice. So we kind of just put the script aside for a couple days.

Then, the Chinese fansub team reached out to me. They also had zero clue what the hell "eperubashii" or "eperubeino" meant, and were wondering if we knew. Unfortunately, we didn't.

However, they did mention to us that they thought "eperu" may refer to iper (meaning hyper-) in Italian. They just couldn't decipher the rest of it.

We then asked an Italian person for their opinion and they said that the words don't sound like anything they know. However, they redirected us to look at Greek instead, since yper is also the same thing in Greek.

And finally, after a long couple days, we got a hit! The two words Yuuhi's saying are υπερβασία (ypérbasi) and υπερβαίνω (ypervaíno̱) in Greek. Since I don't know Greek, I just took the first meaning in the dictionary that came up and used it.

It was a team effort but we got to the bottom of it!

I guess becoming Otes teaches you Greek. After all, karutamata is a combination of "karuta" meaning card and "mata" from automata (automation, etc), both Greek words. Zwijo also has a lot of Greek stuff in his deck, as does Yuudias. Well then!

ナウい / naui "Hella happening"

This is just 80s Japanese slang for something that's "current" and "trendy". It comes from English! From "now-y".

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Anyway, another great arc done and very excited to see what happens next! Thanks as always for sticking with us.

Also, happy Go Rush world launch in Duel Links!! 🎉

[megalo224]

How would you suggest to learn art? I currently am only able to draw heads not very well but I try and I'm very inspired by your art, do you have any suggestions or tips?

look at ur favs and try to draw like them! when i wanted to start taking art more seriously i was copying frames off cuphead and the sonic mania intro by eye and eventually i made some art friends who i wanted to draw JUST like. and i basically tried to adopt the artstyles that inspired me during whatever era of my life at the time but naturally my own swag shined through and after many years and inspo from so many different things, i draw the way i do now, and am still striving to get better! so what im saying is legit to just look at ur favorite artists and try to do what theyre doing, study ppls styles copy art by eye for practice, try to push yourself to try new stuff. pushing yourself sucks a lot because it can be quite a demotivator when you try to do something cool but you dont see what you quite hoped but thats experience!

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wear ur inspirations on ur sleeve! some of my fav artists that have inspired me a lot in the past 2 years are bobobazarra, marcoggers on twitter, vintdoo, dakidavekat, evilsk8r, deppa, mettaflix. and those are only just a few! i could literally go on naming people for hours. dont be afraid to proudly shout abt what or who who inspires ur stuff!

when it comes to hard practice and studies, if youre willing to get into certain techniques u can try looking into ways to break down the body, like boxing out stuff like the torso and pelvis and stuff like that to use as construction. to me when the mood would strike me when i was starting out, doing figure studies and copying poses i found on google was smth id do for like 30 mins to an hour, even if they were terrible it was just fun to draw them and move on to the next. and it was experience! even if it didnt feel like it at the time. like, doing something like copying a buncha hands for fun creates a mental library for ur brain to pick from to help make whatever unique hand youre trying to make for your art. its all experience! so do it when you feel up to it!

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and overall just try to have fun, if you find yourself frustrated enough to feel hopeless about art then just try to take a step back and come back later or draw whatever makes you happy. but when youre able to take on challenge and pushing yourself always try to, and try to have fun and keep in mind that what youre doing is gonna shoot your stuff to the stars and that u just gotta keep going. and get pinterest! that shit helps out a fuckton both with creative inspiration and art studies and practicing and tips.

------------------------------------------ also keep in mind everything ive said here is just my personal experience and whats worked for me. everybody works differently with art. something that changed my perspective a lot was meeting one of my favorite artists last year, and asking for advice because i was going through horrible art block and self worth issues. i was going crazy copying peoples art in my sketchbooks trying to figure out what others understood that it felt i couldnt, trying to figure out what was missing. i was super desperate for improvement and it felt like i was improving so slowly compared to others with the same amount of years spent drawing as

i. so when i asked this artist what they did to study stuff, they told me they barely even did studies on anatomy and whatever. which was crazy to me because it felt like they had such a grasp on that kinda thing and stylized it so well. that didnt make me stop studying though but it made me worry about everything way less, because it made me realize you just gotta do what you feel is right and what you feel is truly pushing you, but most importantly have fun doing it. it made me realize art wasnt this rigid ass process where i was breaking rules or not eating enough art veggies. so with that, i accepted myself and i moved forward continuing to push myself but not worrying as much about improvement right away, just have fun and do studies and shit as i went when i wanted to, and give myself a little push to strive for stuff just a bit crazier than what i felt i was capable of.

everyone is different, theres some artists that start from the feet up or start drawing a body from the shoulder its crazy. but its not because its objectively better to do that, its just how they draw. some artists do full sketch constructions for bodies, some artists do everything from eye. im sure theres some that switched from doing everything from eye to wanting to do construction for bodies and stuff, and vice versa. they did what worked for them, but what makes ppl rly improve is simply that they have fun in the process and strive to push themselves, thats the most important thing, or at least thats my perspective on it at this current point in my life.

so do what you feel is right, have fun, try different techniques out, try different stuff that you feel will help you, keep being inspired.

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best of luck to u, sorry for yapping kinda a lot and thank u a ton for the kind words!

[blackboxtheater]

Hello there,

I don't think we are getting out of this one, Mumpearl girlies lol

Anyways, I would like one with the prompt "Sci-fi". Ya boi love sci-fi and space and all that and frankly either Mumbo or Pearl can be pretty alien-coded. <3 <3 <3

I'll be honest, considering how consistent the numbers have been for the last few days, I'll admit when the fandom has a clear choice.

If you haven't yet you can still vote for Mumpearl in the Mumbo Jumbo ship bracket!! And I will keep writing and fighting until the last moments of the poll just in case.

But prompts!!! Lets do prompts!!!

Sci-fi is actually one of my favorite genres to read!!! I devoured the Southern Reach series last year and it reminded me how much I love the genre. However I am more of a Hunger Games, Annihilation, This is How You Lose the Time War sci-fi person than a Star Wars, A Memory Called Empire, Cowboy Bebop sci-fi person. 

So when you said "space" this went a very, Area 51, southwestern US gothic, Roswell New Mexico, UFOs and little green men direction vs. real space. So sorry if that was not what you envisioned. Sci-fi is very broad and I know I picked a very small sliver of what it encompasses, so I hope its sci-fi enough despite its extremely terrestrial setting.

For context thought Marfa, Texas and the Marfa Lights Festival are very real, if not exactly as portrayed in this fic. It's such a small town I encourage you to wander the entire thing on Google Maps Street view.

Gem and The Scotts is also from the fantastic secret life modern AU that you should totally check out!

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Pearl was living with an alien.

That was the only explanation for all the strange things about Mumbo that just didn't add up.

But the final straw that broke her was that his legal government name was Mumbo Kyle Jumbo.

It was not Pearl's proudest moment when she saw his wallet sitting on the speckled Formica kitchen countertop, heard the shower running down the hall, and immediately flipped open the well-worn leather looking for some proof of identification. But when she found herself digging out the battered Texas driver's license and staring down at the name Mumbo Kyle Jumbo, at least it was enough of a wake-up call to make her take a step back and consider that she might finally be losing her mind.

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"Shit. I thought you'd just do your usual bullshit and sleep with him," Gem said, finishing the beer she had been nursing during Pearl's rambling backstory as to how she had talked herself into believing that there was no logical explanation for all of Mumbo's Mumbo-ness other than him being an honest-to-god alien.

"Is that my usual?" Pearl asked once she coughed up the beer she inhaled in surprise at Gem's flippant response. She watched as Gem shrugged, rising from her camping chair to grab another beer from inside the shimmering chrome Airstream behind them.

"You always go a little crazy from stress right before any of your big exhibitions, so when you said you were staying with some hot British guy I figured at least we'd know who you'd go for," Gem called out over a clatter inside the camper that sounded like far too much noise than was required to retrieve another drink.

"I never said he was hot!"

Gem's face emerged from the propped open door to stare at Pearl with a single arched eyebrow.

"You tracked down his Instagram, found the one actual photo of him on it, and then sent it to me going 'Guess who I'm going to be staying with for the festival'. I think there were winky faces. Or maybe drooling emojis. You definitely sent me something ridiculous like that. The 'he's hot' context was implied in every single choice you made there," Gem said, disappearing back into the camper before Pearl could correct her.

The rough mix of orange dirt and gravel crunched under Gem's combat boots as she stepped out of the camper carrying 2 fresh cold bottles of Shiner. She circled back towards the makeshift seating area tucked into the rare sliver of shade cast by the Airstream trailer. The camper doubled as the Gem and the Scotts tour bus, which had finally rolled into town now that the Marfa Lights Festival that they were performing at was only a few days away. In a landscape as flat as the west Texas desert, the camper was the tallest thing in sight aside from the wind beaten telephone poles along the lone highway into town and the stucco houses in the distance that made up the small town of Marfa, Texas. People keep telling Pearl that there were mountains in the distance, but Pearl wasn't totally convinced they weren't just a mirage. Another visual anomaly caused by the incessant heat and sun rays beating down on the flat, endless desert all around them.

The locals all coyly admitted that the infamous Marfa lights weren't really aliens, just a trick of the light and heat out in the high altitude desert. But they believed in them enough to throw an arts festival each year in their honor. So Pearl could choose to believe that this flat landscape actually did go on forever and the so called mountains always just out of reach were just as real as the UFOs and lights.

"So you can see why I thought your normal pre-show fever would lead you into his bed, not thinking he was an alien," Gem continued, settling back into the rough plastic fabric of the camping chair and distracting Pearl from where she was trying once again to figure out if there really were mountains out there along the horizon.

"But I guess there's a first time for everything," Gem shrugged, popping the metal caps from the beers before handing one off to Pearl, the glass bottle already slick with condensation in the unforgiving Texas heat.

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The whole thing started reasonably enough nearly 6 months ago when Pearl heard that her proposal for a large installation of iridescent metal sculptures of alien-inspired plants and animals scattered across the desert landscape was accepted into the Marfa Light Festival. It was even more exciting when the organizers told her exactly how much space she had to work with, which meant she could bring dozens of her sculpture ideas to life if she could just get them out there to the small desert town hundreds miles from the closest...anything.

"Depending on the size, you could also fabricate them here," the festival organizer Mr. Good, who insisted that Pearl call him Scar, had suggested to her on the phone.

"We have a some local artists who could help. Mumbo could probably help," he'd muttered more to himself than Pearl, which is how she ended up with the phone number of a man Scar referred to only as Mumbo. At the time, she assumed it had to be a nickname. Scar seemed like the kind of person to give people nicknames like Mumbo.

Mumbo was a local metal artist and sculptor in the small artist town who could not only give Pearl the studio space and tools she needed to make the sculptures, but could offer her a guest room in his house for as long as she needed to get everything ready. In a town whose second most popular hotel was an RV park, it was a great opportunity. Plus fabricating the pieces herself on site could let her make last minute changes as needed.

Which were the logical reasons to come into town a month before the festival and stay with Mumbo.

The less logical reasons involved finding out Mumbo was a tall, hot, British artist with all the muscles and stature she expected from someone who spent his days fabricating large artworks out of metal and stone under the hot Texas sun.

So she exchanged enough texts with Mumbo to ensure he wasn't a serial killer, placed an order for her iridescent metal sheets to be delivered to an address so far outside the manufacturers shipping routes they confirmed it 5 separate times over the phone, and packed up her ancient Honda Civic for the long drive out to Marfa.

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Things only started to get strange once Pearl arrived.

First, Mumbo moved more awkwardly than anyone she had seen in a long time. If he had been a lanky 15 year old still adjusting to a growth spurt, the flailing gangliness of his limbs would have made sense. But at nearly 30 and with enough bulk on him that he could help unload all the metal Pearl would be using from the supplier's truck without breaking a sweat, the way his body moved makes no sense. She had expected to be staring at Mumbo because he was attractive, not because she was trying to understand the physics of how a human could move like that.

Then came the weirdness regarding all the details of his life that he shared. The timelines didn’t make sense, the details were often contradictory, and half of it didn’t even seem feasible for someone who had apparently already lived in this small town for enough time to be considered a local. He had a PhD in engineering but was already retired. He could weld and operate heavy machinery but also claimed to have worked with highly technical nuclear power plants. He said he was British, but Pearl had done an artist-in-residency in the UK for 8 months and his accent didn’t quite sound like anyone she had ever met. Never mind that his slang just didn't sound quite right. The most unnerving part was that Pearl never doubted him as he said these things though. They would end up talking for so long as they worked side by side in his metal workshop that she wouldn't even notice the sun slipping behind the horizon and he would tell stories that had her laughing so hard her morning coffee sloshed onto the stained faded linoleum tile of his kitchen floor. It was only at night when she lay alone in his guest bedroom thinking about their conversations that she would finally recognize the oddities in what he had said. 

Maybe she would have just written him off as an oddball who had a tendency to lie about his past if those had been the only strange thing about Mumbo.

But then she was looking for oddities, and she couldn't shake the feeling that for someone so brilliant, he sure seemed to have a strange collection of information in his head. It started as a half formed joke she was going to message to Gem about how he talked like someone who had studied humans but failed to understand what was important or not before starting his life here on earth. But then Pearl couldn't shake the way that joke sounded just a little too accurate. Like how he apparently knew enough about explosives to regularly disappeared for hours on end to help the county with their controlled dynamite blasting for a new road up the mountains ("mountains") and had enough knowledge of chemistry to advise Pearl on the different benefits of chemical vs. physical sunscreens after she got badly sunburned walking around town. But then he accidentally created chlorine gas when he tried to help clean her bathroom with bleach and vinegar. He had a detailed knowledge of every metal imaginable and helped her perfect the welding technique on her sculptured to ensure a consistent shimmering finish on her sculptures. But he didn't know how to keep his charcoal grill hot enough to cook hot dogs on. He asked thoughtful, detailed questions about the plants and animals that Pearl was basing her sculptures on, but didn’t realize the snakes that he sometimes saw under his front porch were extremely deadly.

But the strangest thing by far was the welding incidents. Pearl caught him more than once about to weld without a face shield, and he thanked her profusely each time because he "always was forgetting stuff like that". But it was just a little too dangerous and odd of a slip up for Pearl to forget. It made her just a little bit more conscious of him, and the next time she saw him welding in his workshop at night, she swore she saw his eyes glow red behind the welding hood before he lifted it up to smile at her, beckon her inside, and ask if she wanted to see what he was working on.

By the time Gem rolled into town with the rest of Gem and the Scotts, Pearl had fully convinced herself that Mumbo was an alien.

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"So Gem tells me you're living with an actual extraterrestrial. Want to tell me all about his little green man?" Scott Major said, dropping down to sit along the edge of the stage being constructed in the middle of main street for the festival that weekend.

Pearl just let out a long whine, slumping forward and dropping her heard against the stage to avoid Scott's gleefully mischievous smile.

"It was stupid. I was being stupid. Gem promised she wouldn’t say anything," she said, more to the battered stage floor than to Scott.

"It's a festival about strange lights and UFOs in the middle of the desert, I think having an alien sighting is what most people hope for when they come out here. You just got as early access pass. Hopefully an all access pass if he looks like what Gem showed us."

"Nothing happened. He helped me put together my work and he's just a little...unique. It's a tiny town. Everyone here is a little unique. I'm sure they are. Mumbo is fine. I just got a little too carried away because I'm stressed about my exhibit."

"You're stressed about your art so you think you're living with an martian. Flawless logic. I'm with you a hundred percent," Scott offered, dry sarcasm painfully obvious even through the Scottish accent. 

Pearl turned her head just enough to glare at him with one eye.

The part of her that was still convinced Mumbo wasn't fully human couldn’t help but notice how different Scott and Mumbo's accents were, even if the much larger reasonable part of her brain knew that an island like the UK could and did have many different regional accents.

She tucked her head back into her arms and kept talking into the steady boards of the concert stage. 

"There's just a lot going on with the exhibit. The soil is drier and rockier than I thought plus the wind can get pretty bad out here so I had to change all the support structures last minute, plus I'm worried about the iridescent coating holding up in this environment. Never mind that this is more sculptures and more space than I've ever had to manage before. It's a lot to think about and I'm just worried about all of that and a million other things I'm sure can also go wrong that I don’t even know about and that all just made me a little crazy."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," an extremely familiar voice said from behind Pearl and she wondered if the blistering sun could just melt her right here and now so she could sinks into the cracks of the ancient asphalt before she had to turn around and face Mumbo.

"Are you also part of the festival?" Scott asked, ever the friendly, outgoing rockstar counterpart to Pearl's eccentric, artist persona.

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling to herself when she heard Mumbo laugh in response.

"Not officially. Not this year. I'm local and I've been helping Pearl make all her sculptures. And as a local who has seen too many art pieces from outsiders lose the fight to the elements here in the Chihuahuan desert, I know Pearl's are going to be fine."

"See, no reason to be stressed," Scott nudged her, so Pearl finally straightened up and turned around to face an unfairly attractive Mumbo. When he was standing still she could almost forget all her stupid suspicions, because in scuffed up cowboy boots, faded jeans, and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up just enough to hint at the oppressive heat, he looked so at home in the Texas desert that she couldn’t imagine him anywhere else. Add a cowboy hat and a badge to that mustache and he'd look more like a sheriff in a western than an alien in a sci-fi movie.

"I certainly wouldn’t mind some close encounters with him," Scott murmured, leaning in close enough so Mumbo couldn’t hear.

Then again if Mumbo had heard their previous conversation about her thinking he was an alien, Scott's teasing jib wasn't the worst thing Mumbo could have heard.

"Anything I can help with for the opening tomorrow? We can head out to the exhibit this afternoon in the truck if you want. Check over everything again," Mumbo offered with enough genuine concern that even if he heard their previous conversation, he was being polite enough not to mention it.

"No, I mean yes I want to do that but I know we don’t need to. Everything is as ready as it can be. I'm just worried because of course I am."

Mumbo shifted, eyes so dark that they were nearly black fixated on her as he was clearly considering something.

"We could do something different tonight, not festival stuff if you want a distraction. If that would help," he said, boot scuffing against the ground in a nervous tick that broke the picturesque rough and tumble western look enough to snap Mumbo back into being the funny, awkward, puzzling, mystery man-alien-whatever that Pearl had been fascinated by since she drove in on the long stretch of highway 67.

"Uh, sure," Pearl fumbled out, her mind coming up surprisingly blank on what that might mean. 

"Okay. Yeah. We can do that. I was just in town to grab some liquor and groceries before the festival goers sell us out for the rest of the month. You need a ride back home or…"

"I'll help them finish up here, I'll walk back in a bit."

"Great, well then see you at home," Mumbo nodded, turning back towards the handful of trucks parked along the quiet street already gearing up for the crowds of the festival.

"Do you think he'll abduct you and bring you to his space ship?" Scott said, clearly delighted to pounce on the obvious opener. The way he waggled his eyebrows at Pearl gave her all the hint she needed that he might literally never stop teasing her about this.

"Maybe he'll examine and probe you until-"

Pearl shoved him so hard he stumbled off the front of the stage, laughing as he staggered forward through the shifting sliver of shade cast by the newly erected "Marfa Light Festival" banner hanging above them.

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"I realized after I said it today, that I actually couldn’t have picked a more festival related thing to do in town," Mumbo laughed as his pick-up truck bounced along the dirt road. Though road was rather generous when the only real difference between a dirt road and the flat, rocky ground was if someone in city hall had drawn a line on a map. Pearl was pretty certain when Mumbo had pulled off the highway miles from town, that there was definitely no lines on a map in city hall designating this as a road.

In any rational circumstances, Pearl should have been worried Mumbo was about to drive her out into the desert and murder her. Marfa was barely a speck of civilization among the vast wilderness, so by driving just 10 minutes out of town it was already so dark that the headlights of the truck were the only source of light Pearl could see anywhere around them. But the idea of Mumbo's headlights landing on a UFO and him literally taking her to another planet felt more plausible than the man sitting next to her in the truck cab causing her any harm, so she just kept looking out the windows trying to see if she was supposed to be noticing anything.

"But I know, since we have literally been staying in the same house, that you haven’t been out to see the lights since you came to town. And with all the festival folks coming into town tomorrow, it will be crowded and there will be a bunch of car lights and stuff so, tonight was your last chance to really see them," Mumbo continued, finally slowing the car to a stop seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

"Isn't there a viewing area for this reason, with a parking lot and everything so we aren’t driving over the poor sagebrush and cactus," Pearl laughed, knowing full well Mumbo's willingness to drive straight into the desert after she took full advantage of that to get her sculptures set up in the middle of acres of arid nothingness.

"That's for the tourists!" Mumbo said, looking so offended as he hopped out of the truck, but not before grabbing the two thermoses she had noticed earlier for the cup holder.

Pearl opened the passenger door and heard Mumbo drop open the bed of the truck just before the darkness was suddenly cut by the bright light from the LEDs of one of the many camping lanterns that were littered around Mumbo's house and garage. The light bounched as he tossed I back into the bed of the truck, and Pearl rounded the corner of the truck just in time to see him grab 2 blankets. 

"This is a better spot. Much better. Superior in every way to that ridiculous pull off from the highway," he kept muttering and Pearl couldn’t help but smile.

Even if he was an alien, he clearly loved this town and the life he had in it.

Maybe he really had seen all of the world had to offer as some brilliant British engineer and chosen Marfa as his home. Maybe he had seen the whole cosmos as an alien darting between planets and galaxies for a million human lifetimes and still chosen this little town out of all the places in the universe as the best place to set up a life.

He tossed Pearl a blanket, and after wrapping one around himself and hopping up into the bed of his pick-up truck, he motioned her to join him.

She curled the blanket around her shoulders, hoisting herself up to sit next to him before curling the blanket around her bare legs.

She kept forgetting that it got cold at night here in the desert, and before she could shiver against the chilly night air, Mumbo's hand emerged from his blanket offering her a thermos.

"I know you prefer coffee but at this hour you'll have to indulge me by at least trying the tea."

Pearl smiled as she grabbed the thermos, thinking of the aghast look Mumbo had sent her when she had asked where he kept his coffee the first morning she stayed with him. That was the first time she had jokingly thought he was an alien for only keeping tea in the house. But that afternoon he had disappeared into town on an errand and the next morning a coffemaker and giant tub of Folders was sitting on the counter for her.

The warm humid air wafting up from her thermos smelled exactly like the tea she had come to associate with him in the evenings, distinct from the morning cups filled with caffeine that he drank blistering hot and the afternoon brews that he always ended up drinking long after they had gone lukewarm from sitting on his workbench.

"Chamomile is meant to be relaxing, so if you were stressed I thought it might help," Mumbo clarified, voice cutting through the silent desert night.

"Thank you," was all she could think to offer as she wrapped her hands around the warm metal.

"You know the lights are just caused by the change in temperatures. The heat of the day and the cold at night. Or cars. It's not aliens," Pearl said into the chilly night air, maybe to reassure herself as she followed Mumbo's gaze out into the darkness over the mountains she still wasn't sure she believed in and under the stars she still wasn't convinced Mumbo didn't come from.

"Maybe. It would be cool if it were aliens though, don’t you think?" he said.

He shifted next to her, his shoulder brushing against her as he turned. She followed him once again, turning towards Mumbo just in time for the light to catch the condensation of his breath in the cold night air. They were close enough for her to smell the tea on his breath.

"But for me, I don't really care if it’s some fluke of the weather, or man-made actions or aliens," he continued.

"I just really hope you get to see them before you go, because the lights are beautiful either way."

Maybe Mumbo was an alien. Maybe he wasn't.

Maybe it didn't matter what she believed because he was someone who made her smile and called her artwork spectacular and who brought her all the way out here with warm tea and a warmer blanket to share something he loved just because he wanted her to be a little less stressed about something he knew she cared a lot about.

And in that moment, as she saw his eyes dart down to her lips, all she really wanted to believe was that he was about to kiss her. 

[pinkarsonist0]

I'm watching the Craig of The Creek movie rn, and oh my God, MY SCOUT BABIES IT'S THEM.

Spoilers for Craig Before The Creek below:

WHOSE THAT GURL WITH THEM IS SHE LIKE LIKE AN OLDER SISTER/MENTOR TO THEM. OKAY, SO SHE'S CLEARLY A FELLOW SCOUT AND WOULD BE LIKE A MENTOR TOWARDS THEM.

Based on how Boris held her hand and the way Jason smiled at her comment towards getting the friend group name correct, that could be to imply they were rather close to her. Especially Boris. I doubt they're related by blood or law. However, I do think they had a big sister bond with her when they became scouts. According to Google, you can be a scout as young as kindergarten to 5th grade, and the oldest you can be a scout is 18.

My headcanon is that she is the reason why the scouts started going to the creek, and she would show them around it and guide them, I get a very strong older sister vibe from her. Much like Mari from Omori, let's hope she didn't play the piano...

I don't know how many years the movie takes place before the movie (at least not yet). However, I stirred up some guesses. Jason seems to be 10-11 in the show like Craig, so based on how young the scouts look, my guess will have to be that they are 6-7 years old (possibly 8 years old for Boris). So, 3-4 years before the show.

Imo, Jason seems to be happier in that scene, and in my opinion, Jason in the show isn't a very happy child if we exclude certain scenes. So, assuming the theory that Jason's mother is dead is true, we can assume the movie takes place before the tragedy.

In conclusion, this is what I stirred up for Jason (after the movie and before the show): I still have my headcanon that Jason's mother cheated on Jason's father, rooting their divorce. Jason's clearly upset by this as he begins seeing his mother a less, and his father is growing distant. However, he still had the girl we see in the movie for guidance and comfort. I do think that Jason was still pretty lonely in his childhood, so when his parents weren't around, he had her to act as an older sister for him.

But then, tragedy strikes, and Jason's mother is dead. Life begins to suck more for Jason, he now lives with just his dad and now he's straight up ignoring him and only remembers he exists in order to brag about Jason's achievements as a Forest Scout and to top it off he drags in Jason's step mother. And she clearly doesn't like him as much.

But at least he still has-

Oh, she's leaving too.

Jason's sister figure ages out of being a scout and leaves, leaving him to handle his new home situation.

I still think that Boris and the girl were the closest to each other and meant the most to each other. I think she loved them like little brothers and she loved showing around the new Forest Scouts and showing them the ropes. But Jason, Boris, and Tony stuck out to her THE MOST. She acted as an older sister to the younger scouts and maybe even stood up for them when the fellow older scouts were teasing them. She loved the scouts like little brothers, but time caught up with her, and she could no longer be a scout.

I love overanalyzing so much, you have no idea. I missed my scouts so much but now that they're back I can do SO MUCH WITH THEM NOW AHH

Also, do not think I didn't see the girl and (present) Tony having similar hats. Imma just go crazy with that and make the headcanon that she gave Tony that hat when she left. (I know her hat is a little different, but let me have fun).

And another thing, maybe she's the camp counselor we see in Camper On The Run. They have a lot of physical similarities, I need to see the episode again after watching the movie.

Edit:Just got done watching the movie, and the credits confirm that girl is the woman we see looking for Roxy in Camper On The Run and that she was indeed a fellow scout. Shannon is credited as Shannon the Scout rather than just Shannon. So, this could be a lead for my theory/headcanon being true. Someone on the COTC subreddit said that in the movie, Kelsey says she is in the second grade, and she is 9 in the show, so that would mean that the movie takes place 2 years before the show.

Now, let's get back to Shannon with this new information. The youngest to become a camp counselor is 16 and when I googled the age you can no longer be a scout I got multiple answers, but the most common one is 18. So we are safe to assume that Shannon left at 17-18 aka the estimate for when a Junior Forest Scout can no longer be a scout. I assume Shannon is 15-16 at the time of the movie and left at 17-18. So we can assume Shannon is probably 18-20 at the time of Camper On The Run.

Since she went to the creek, I wonder if she got to see Boris, Tony, and Jason again briefly. I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE A FIC WITH ALL THEM PLEASE.

[myemuisemo]

"On the Great Alkali Plain" part 2, from Letters from Watson, arrived in my inbox this morning, bringing with it a predictable cloud of dust from approaching horses (since this isn't a George R.R. Martin novel, so we're not going to introduce characters just to kill them off immediately).

But what a caravan! When the head of it had reached the base of the mountains, the rear was not yet visible on the horizon. Right across the enormous plain stretched the straggling array, waggons and carts, men on horseback, and men on foot. Innumerable women who staggered along under burdens, and children who toddled beside the waggons or peeped out from under the white coverings.

Either we're running late on the Oregon Trail (since Doyle did not have social media to live-blog progress across the dusty waste) or the year 1847 is important, and these are Mormons.

“Shall I go forward and see, Brother Stangerson,” asked one of the band.

These have got to be Mormons.

“Nigh upon ten thousand,” said one of the young men; “we are the persecuted children of God—the chosen of the Angel Merona.”

Tell me you're a Mormon without telling me you're a Mormon.

“We are the Mormons,” answered his companions with one voice.

OMG, they're Mormons.

This makes the geographic names a little dicey -- the Mormon Trail ran through Wyoming, similar but not identical to today's I-80, so the Rio Grande River should be nowhere nearby -- but Doyle didn't have access to Google Maps, and it's not like his readers in the UK would go factcheck. Even with the Transcontinental Railroad completed back in 1869, most places in the Great American Desert were still remote in the 1880s, and California on the far end was still feeling the effects of isolation. Doyle also misspells the Angel Moroni and uses a masculine-ending name on a Sierra, so he's working from popular myth and the memory of things he's read. I wonder how many letters with corrections he received.

(At the time Doyle was writing, "Mormon" was the term used by the group themselves. Since about the 1980s, church leadership started urging the use of "Latter-Day Saints" instead. When I lived in Phoenix, that's near a big LDS population in Mesa, so I wince at using the older term. From here on out, if I'm quoting Doyle, I'll use "Mormon," but if I'm talking, I'll stick to LDS.)

The big reason the LDS wagon train is headed west is because they practiced polygamy at the time, and this was considered both illegal and immoral in larger U.S. society. (That's not a critique of polyamory today, when enthusiastic concept and clear rules are normalized.)

So far Doyle's account of the LDS party is generally positive -- they're organized, efficient, knowledgeable about their surroundings, prepared for danger, and responsible toward people needing rescue, if a bit holier-than-thou -- but I can't believe he's going to handle polygamy with anything other than distaste.

Polygamy is the thing LDS have been known for (to their chagrin after the mainstream LDS church banned it), so at the end of this section, Doyle's original audience is split into two groups:

Readers who have no real idea what a "Mormon" is and accept it as just one more crazy American thing, who now figure Lucy is rescued and wonder what goes wrong later to lead to murder; and

Readers who know about polygamy and are feeling dread for Lucy.

[tinylongwing]

idk if the ask meme goes here or on the sideblog but !

🦉💪💻 if you don't mind!

Haha it's going here since I figured I'd mostly be talking about my art like I said, which is mostly what people want to see here anyway! Since you didn't specify here I'll do my best to answer for art and writing though.

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

(or in this case, another artist that inspired my work?)

God, for both I don't actually even know how to answer. I've taken inspiration from so many authors and RPers and fic writers and artists over the years that it's really really hard to name a single source of inspiration. That sucks and feels like a cop-out answer but the truth is I've been making creative works since I was super young, right, and now I'm almost 40 and have accumulated just way too many bits and pieces from media over the years.

I think in general for most of my LH writing and art I definitely pull from surrealism, analog horror and cosmic horror sources though and it would be easier to put together a short reclist than to say that these things are for sure what inspired me. But Jeff VanderMeer (writing), Stephen Graham Jones (writing), Trevor Henderson (art), Jenna Barton (art), and then like, more specifically I guess Ariel Vida's visuals and color palette are a few things I could name here.

💪What motivates you to write? (or draw?)

The answer here is the same for both actually, which is cool, in terms of my fandom creations anyway - most of my LH fic and art has centered around Johnnie specifically, or the rest of the World Enders more broadly, because I find him as a character absolutely hilarious fun but also the gang as really amazing social commentary and also... Idealism? An anticapitalist power fantasy that empowers people who have had their power systematically removed in this country? And so you have all that, which is amazing as a basis for fiction, but we have like 5% of the actual story and so many many gaps. And I love filling those gaps, picturing these people in their lives and in all their joyous chaos and mutual trauma and counterculture, in this particular setting.

And the SETTING. My goodness. I mean that's my other favorite thing in general about Lord Huron, right, it's this deeply weird supernatural horror alternate universe that feels like it's just right next door. It's similar enough that real-world research can easily be taken and applied directly to the setting (there's so many interesting things going on in Los Angeles history!) and then you can tweak it a little more and add ghosts and eldritch horrors and the unexplained and surreal right there inside it. I dunno. Really a fun world with a fun set of characters to populate it, but that's my particular motivation I guess, those crazy crazy gangsters making trouble and taking back control over a city that is both theirs and that wants to swallow them whole. LAPD got nothin' on Cobb Avery though.

💻What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc

I mostly write in wordpad because I'm a freak. I hate writing in google docs, it's too clunky, and notepad is too basic. Wordpad, then edit with html for AO3.

And so yeah obviously I am not writing on paper or a phone. Holy shit do people write fics on a phone? How the fuck, I can barely write two sentences on my phone before I get pissed off at autocorrect.

As for art, I do the bulk of it in photoshop with my wacom tablet. Sometimes I feel compelled to sketch on paper and occasionally I also will paint with acrylics or draw with an ink brush. It's good for the brain to not do one thing all the time.

[missmoodring]

Act 1 Chapter 2 Part 3

Wednesday, January 10th, 2024

“Juicy…” Bianca mumbled as she copied another article about The Satos into a separate document. Bianca got a head start on her new project and she was determined to learn everything and anything she could about this family. She scrolled to the next article.

“Call Out National Guard”: Kenneth Sato Reacts To Women Being Punched In San Myshuno

“Cruel…” Bianca saved that article into the “Ken Sato – Mean” folder. Bianca who was so wrapped up in her own investigations she didn’t even notice her boyfriend had made it home.

“You’re still sitting in the same spot?” Maverick questioned, hoping that his girlfriend would notice it was a rhetorical question. Ever since she had became unemployed, Bianca had “embraced” the stay at home girlfriend role. She made sure their quaint one bedroom apartment was clean and dinner was always hot and ready.

Maverick quite liked having his girlfriend cook and clean since it reminded him of his parents. Bianca felt like it was just things to do to fill the day until she decided what she wanted to do with her life again.

Bianca glanced at time on the corner of her monitor.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I got so caught up in the project. I didn’t even realize the time."

“You’ve been googling those people since I left the house at noon. I think it’s time to step away before you burn your retinas from too much screen time.” Mav half-heartedly joked.

“Did you know Ken Sato won the Business Man of the Year award for six consecutive years? And Marlene Sato used to be a model. I found old perfume ads of her. Crazy!” Bianca riddled off facts of the family like a teenaged girl with a crush on the lead singer of a boy band.

“You know, you should really step away, it sounds like you’re admiring them.” Maverick said.

“I promise, I’m not admiring them. I’m just… intrigued. I’ve never known of anyone with such a polarizing audience. Most of these articles are so negative but there’s still millions of people who hang off of every word he says.” Bianca stated. It was true, she even found a Seddit forum dedicated to him named satoKRACK. That forum was a safe haven for sims to discuss all things Sato. Reading through the discussions almost made Ken Sato seem like a saint.

“And I’m sure his fans are all mentally deranged like he is.” Maverick remarked, following his statement with an eyeroll.

“Also, let me give you a little tip. Don’t get yourself too invested into these people. They’re not our family and they sure ain’t our friends.”

“Yeah, you’re right… and I know this but -“

“Then why don’t you act like it?” Maverick blurted out.

A moment of silence sat between the couple.

“Research is the foundation of being a good detective, Maverick. Did you forget that I used to be a police offer and a damn good one?” Bianca questioned.

“I didn’t forget. I just don’t understand why you’re getting so involved already. We haven’t figured out a game plan on how we’re gonna tackle this case. Actually, we haven’t even met these people. I think you should just relax.” Maverick said.

“This is my first case in a long time and the first case that your dad invited me on outside of the force. I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“I wouldn’t worry about disappointing my dad. I’ve been doing it for 30 years. He probably just invited you to be nice. Just like our family vacation to Selvadorada. He didn’t want you to feel like out. I’m sure my dad remembers you quit the force. We all understand that this work isn’t for you. You said that yourself. Remember?”

Once again, silence introduced itself into the conversation.

Of course Bianca remembered.

She remembered the phone call she received from the Sheriff on her off day.

She remembered how weird it felt to walk into the station unarmed and in civilian clothes.

She remembered how it took everything in her to not cry in front of the force when she turned in her badge.

She remembered the disappointment on his face and the whispers from the other officers.

She remembered leaving the station and staring at Squad Car 213, knowing that if she was ever in the car, it would only be in the back seat.

She remembered it well.

How could she forget?

The couple ended the conversation with a silence that spoke volumes. The not so gentle reminder of being a disappointment forced Bianca under her covers as she tried to escape it. Yet, this new unsolicited third presence sat on Bianca’s chest as tears glued her eyelashes together like bubblegum on the bottom of a shoe, until she fell into a slumber.

Unlike his girlfriend, Maverick was able to wash away the slight discomfort with warm water and a bar soap.

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[kookygranger]

WIP Docs Game

I had to google it to figure it out lol. Thank you @somnambulic-thing, you absolutely may! ✨

This was the first Eddie fic that I wrote way back when the boy first barreled into our lives (It was just for @storiesbyrhi to read). It was supposed to be a series featuring Henderson!reader, in which you volunteer to take (an alive) Eddie post-S4 as far away from Hawkins as possible while everything gets sorted out.

You barely know Eddie, but you've promised Dustin you'll look after him and you do so on a road trip that gets more intimate with each passing border. Each chapter was going to be based on a song from your road trip soundtrack.

You can just have the whole first draft if you want 🤷🏻‍♀️ I don't have plans to finish it though, I really lost steam immediately after the first chapter.

CHAPTER 1: THE KILLING MOON

“Are you sure?”

You threw your bag into the back of the beat-up compact car starting to get a little irritated by Eddie’s persistence. Looking over the roof of the car however, your irritation dissipated as you clocked the worried look in his dark brown eyes. This was a lot to ask of someone who’d only really known him for a couple of weeks. It would’ve been a lot to ask of someone he’d known his whole life.

“It would be a bit awkward going back now after saying a heartfelt goodbye to everyone, Munson.”

Eddie looked down, hands in his pockets, kicking the dirt around him.

“I promised Dustin I’d keep you safe, Eddie.” You stretched your arms across the roof of the car. “Besides, I’d rather be going on a road trip than going up against an evil Wizard in the underworld…or whatever.”

“I don’t think being on the run from the law counts as a road trip.” Eddie rested his elbows on the car opposite you, leaning his head on his closed fist.

“We’re not running Eddie.” He winced at that. “We’re just not letting those small-minded hicks win.” Eddie perked up, smirking. “Plus, I’ve got a shit tonne of snacks and some killer tapes to soundtrack our little cross-country trek. Now that to me, Eddie Munson,” you opened the door to the driver’s seat, “sounds like the start of an epic road trip.”

He liked how you’d always say his name when talking to him. Not in the same distain or hushed judgmental tone he was used to. Sometimes irritated, or worried, but mostly softly. It never failed to make his stomach flip.

You both settled into the car, buckling seat belts, Eddie’s leg bouncing like crazy as you adjusted the rear-view mirror.

“You think your brother’s jealous he doesn’t get to come?” Eddie chuckled trying to distract himself from fidgeting too much.

You looked over at him with a smile, one hand on the steering wheel as you turned the keys in the ignition. “I think he’d be kicking himself if he didn’t get to show off that big brain of his with a brilliant plan to save the world.” Eddie nodded, smiling. “Also, you’ve never been trapped in a small space with Dustin for an extended period of time. Trust me…it’s better this way.” He cackled at that as you pulled out of the trailer park.

This was it. No turning back now. You were officially on the run with a fugitive. Terrifying yes, but it was to keep Eddie safe…for Dustin, of course.

Eddie began rummaging through the tapes you’d brought. Curiosity written across his face, smiling to himself when he recognised names that surprised him, like The Ramones, Iggy Pop or The Smiths (actually that one he totally would’ve guessed).

You stared straight at the road, hands tight around the wheel. Trying to ignore the little voice in your head that was asking if you’d be doing the same thing for Steve.

“Echo & the Bunnymen?”

You looked over at Eddie, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

“What does that even mean?”

“Put it on and you’ll find out” you smiled.

***

You never really had a plan in place. You knew you needed to get as far away from Hawkins as possible, and that staying in one place for too long probably wasn’t a good idea. Going further South definitely wasn’t an option, even with Eddie in relatively plain clothes. He wouldn’t stand a chance with that hair.

You thought Chicago could be cool and Eddie agreed, so North-West you went.

For the first hour neither of you spoke much. You focussed on the road while Eddie picked out music, both of you too nervous to carry the conversation. As Eddie moved to put on another of your tapes, you spoke up.

“You can put on your own music you know.” You hadn’t exactly seen what Eddie had packed in his getaway bag, but you were sure he didn’t leave his beloved metal behind.

“I don’t think you’ll like my stuff,” Eddie shook his head.

“Maybe not. But I’ve never really tried listening to metal, and it’s only fair if we take in turns,” you shrugged.

Eddie bit his bottom lip, “Trust me sweetheart, if life were fair you wouldn’t be facing endless highways sat next to the town freak.” Eddies hands moved in the air theatrically as he talked, his rings catching the light and your attention from the corner of your eye. “You deserve pick of the tunes…you deserve much more.” Eddie mumbled the last bit, but you still caught it.

You sighed, “Fine. Then I pick the Dio album.”

Eddie smirked, “The Dio album?”

“Yeah,” you waved vaguely over at Eddie, “you know the one on the back of your jacket, which by the way Steve was totally reluctant to give back to you. I’m pretty sure his mum still picks out most of his clothes.”

Eddie snickered, “Well I’ve got all three, but this one’s my favourite.” He held up a tape decorated in a detailed scene of a demon like creature set against a sky not unlike that of Hawkins’ currently.

“Well pop her in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Teach me the way of the metal head, Munson.” you deadpanned. “We’ve come this far you may as well ruin me.”

Eddie’s mouth turned up in disbelief, staring at you for far too long before fumbling with the cassette and sliding it into the dashboard.

You were glad the light was starting to fade, hopefully the redness burning your cheeks wasn’t that noticeable. What the fuck was that? Ruin you?!!

You told Eddie you wanted him to explain every song and what it meant to him, so he did. Bouncing in his seat as his hands whipped around wildly. “Ooh ooh listen to this part, it’s so fucking good,” as he drummed on the dashboard. “Wait for iiit” hands shredding an imaginary guitar when the solo peaked. You laughed and nodded along, encouraging the theatrics, the initial awkward silence now long forgotten as you drove past forests thick with pine trees.

Darkness loomed, threatening to seep into the small car with thoughts of what you were both leaving behind and possibly even worse, what might be chasing you. But the laughter and music kept it from reaching its way in. To the outside world, you were just two friends on route to an unknown destination, car full of snacks and good music. For now, anyway.

[paradoxcase]

Well, it's been a crazy week. My headphones died on Monday - well, I didn't have to be back at work until Wednesday, so no big deal, right? I ordered another pair from Amazon and got one-day delivery so they would arrive before I needed them. Except Amazon kept not delivering them repeatedly claiming that they didn't have access. Eventually I just ordered headphones from Bose on my sister's recommendation, cancelled the Amazon order, and went to get a shitty pair from Walgreens to use before they arrived. When I got in my car to go to Walgreens, the battery was dead, so I walked to Walgreens and then had to have the car jumped on Friday, and finally, today, I have a great and also working pair of headphones and a brand new car battery and I've spent $500 and hopefully there will be a span of time where things stop going wrong and I can actually get stuff done

The package room was just as full of Amazon packages as it always has been when I went to pick up my Bose headphones, by the way. Still no idea what the fuck Amazon's problem was this time

Also, after I got the new car battery put in, the guy who installed it called me to tell me he needed me to come back to the store because he'd left his phone under my hood. It was fine, fortunately

Also I had a dream that bears went extinct and the Wikipedia article about bears was edited to be entirely in the past tense. I woke up mid-dream because my alarm went off, and then I was like, oh, it's Saturday, I don't actually have to be up, and just turned off the alarm and took my phone to bed with me. I was like half awake and I was like, "wait, I think bears might not be extinct actually, I have to check the Wikipedia article" but I forgot the naming conventions for Wikipedia articles or how to find them on google, so I just typed "bears" in google and got a lot of results about the Chicago Bears. I was like, "not those bears" and tried "bear bears" instead and got results about this show. I don't remember anything else but I must have figured it out eventually, because when I woke up for real a couple hours later the Wikipedia article about bears was open on my phone. This is not the first time I've sleep-googled stuff when my phone is in bed with me, maybe I'm lucky that I didn't vandalize Wikipedia in my sleep to say that bears were extinct

[quickdeaths]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Bryn

pronouns — She/Her.

preferred comms — Discord for sure! I'm on Discord basically all the time and I try to be pretty responsive to things. If you unlock the secret friendship tier, I will also bother you with memes/ship inspo/random conversation/etc. but even if you don't want that, it's got a big window and a search bar so it is infinitely better for plotting than anything else. That said, I do tumblr IMs too, if necessary.

name of muse — quickdeaths.tumblr.com/muses there's a lot of them take your pick

experience in RP — I started out 17-18 years ago on the forums for a D&D webcomic. Eventually I checked out of that scene, bounced around LiveJournal, had a cup of coffee in Gaia Online, and then came to Tumblr around 2012ish. Was pretty off-and-on here until 2015, and I've been part of the furniture here ever since. I've done a few things on Discord and through Google Docs since, but I think for better or worse, I'm just Here Now.

best experiences — Meeting my girlfriend will always be #1! We met here on tumblr and even though she doesn't RP as much anymore, I'm always going to be thankful for the things we wrote, and how RPing together helped us become friends, and then girlfriends. After that, all the things I've done with people that were long-term and plotted, with mutual investment. I've been doing this long enough now that even people who've left or who I fell out with, I still have a lot of fondness for those stories, as well as the long-term stories I'm doing now.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — The number one ultimate pet peeve for me is people dropping threads without personally notifying their partners. Not everyone lurks on dash, and it's easy to miss posts, and when people say things like 'gonna drop some of my drafts,' it's easy to feel like you've been put in a limbo state. Hiatuses are one thing but dropped threads like that just drive me crazy. Super long wait times on replies (I'm talking like, consistently 2-3 months or more) are rough for me too. Lack of communication as well, especially when it comes to choosing a muse(s) to write with.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — Angst > fluff > smut for me. I'm an angsty bitch and I love the drama. I like drilling down into character flaws and weaknesses and forcing them to Go Through It and confront things they don't super want to confront, so I'll probably never get tired of writing angsty stuff. I like fluffy stuff too, but a bit more sparingly just because sometimes I think it can get a little circular. Smut... to be honest, I'm not against writing it if a plot calls for it and it makes sense for characters but I've had a handful of rough experiences in the past with people, and it's an area where I'm not very confident as a writer. You will never see a spicy sideblog from me though, I will simply put it on dash like a shameless heathen.

plot or memes — plots plots plots. Honestly, I would never do memes at all if it weren't The Culture here on tumblr. I never know who to send for, or from, when it comes to multimuses, I worry that the ideas aren't interesting and can't sustain long replies, and they don't usually inspire me. Plotting is great because you can figure out a dynamic, whether there's any preexisting knowledge, maybe a general direction you want things to go, etc. Almost everything I've loved doing has come from plots, but I'll still be offering both forever.

long or short replies — have you seen my blog i should be locked up and the key thrown away. I have lost the ability to write a reply under 5 paragraphs and with Certain People Who Know Who They Are I get up to like 8, 10, 12, occasionally some deeply unhinged 33 paragraph drabbles. I don't even have a good excuse really, it's just what feels comfortable for me to write. It lets me do all the inner world stuff that I use to round out my characters in a scene and contextualize them, while still (hopefully) having enough action and dialogue to respond to.

best time to write — It depends. Late afternoon/early evening is probably best, but later evening is fine too. Sometimes I will start a Particularly Ambitious Reply late late late and get too tired to finish it, and then finish it when I get up in the morning, and that seems to work for me too.

are you like your muse — Not really, I don't think? Although I guess that's for other people to judge. I try to give all my muses traits that I can relate to on some level, or at least one thing that feels connective between us, but I honestly think I'm too boring to be a very good RP character. I think Rio is probably the character I'm most similar to, but even then, I think it's more superficial similarities like hobbies than much else.

Tagged by: @more-than-a-princess Tagging: i will fill this in later, if you are seeing this post then i forgot to fill it in and that means it is a runabout, you can steal it, no one will ever know

[collector1observer]

I just want to write my story

This is about how I came across MordeTwi and how it became one of my obsessions. It's kinda funny to look back to because I never really cared about Regular Show back then and I was one of those people who avoided MLP like it was the plague.

The first time I encountered a redraw of the Airplanes meme was actually in the year 2020, when I was browsing the Comics & Cartoons board of 4chan.

It was a "Barney Bait" thread, this was the thread's thumbnail. I had no strong reaction to this image, nor thought to figure out the context for its creation. I wasn't fully aware about the ship yet at this point, I just assumed this image was a commission and not part of a greater cultural phenomenon. Okay, I'll admit: this was also during the time I was in a phase where I irrationally hate Regular Show and what it stands for (I believe the Simp meme was popular at this point too), and when I looked at this image then, I swear I was like "Heh. Mordecai is being partnered up with some random pony." (I didn't know at the time that Twilight is also a main protagonist like he is lol)

Jump forward to more or less a year later, I was binge watching Jabroni Mike's stream VODs. One video in particular has Frederick Knudsen as a guest, and it was about AI generated images (this was back when Dall-E wasn't a thing yet, I think). One of the prompts was the lyrics of Airplanes, and at some point Fred had to bring up MordeTwi because Mike had no idea what's going on. That one fateful second... Fred shared the original Airplanes drawing (Mike showing it to us thru OBS), and that's when it hit me...

"Hey, this image looks familiar. Hmm... A meme. And it involves Mordecai and MLP..."

I had to pause the video but it only took me seconds to remember that 4chan thread. This was also the first time I learned of the pony's name – Twilight Sparkle. "Ah. I know my search term now, thanks Fred!"

Google: mordecai x twilight sparkle

This was when the Airplanes meme was still just about to blow up into mainstream popularity (re: resurge as a trend big time). Searching MordeTwi during this time was better since you got to see more of the older stuff that wasn't to do with the redraw trend or the Airplanes meme in general. At the same time I was deep diving in this search, I was also looking at my browser history trying to rediscover that 4chan thread to make sure I wasn't going crazy (actually, I had to look it up through an archive, e.g. Desu Archive).

I learned a few things that day:

1, Mordecai x Twilight Sparkle was a thing for a long time

2, the ship itself did not stem from the original meme image – which there's a trend over it – but alot of people don't seem to know that

3, there was a trend back in 2020 to "redraw MordeTwi"

4, there was an ongoing trend to make content related to: A, the ship, or B, the meme based on the ship.

There's just something about this pairing, it just... stuck to my head. Like, it's some kind of cosmic horror – they're bound together one way or another, their pairing is inevitable, and your mind just won't quiet about it. But there's something else I learned about MordeTwi in those early times: the original shippers of this pairing were kind of the underdogs. This was a full on fanbase too, I must add, with a fan club. Just a few days in for their existence and they were already getting hate sent their way; they were misunderstood – though granted, they didn't have a FAQ section to clear things up, until two years after their club was founded.

Suffice it to say: learning about this ship – how its' fans/creators got treated over time, and how it was perceived overall... that got me rooting for MordeTwi. It's a pity that MordeTwi is mostly seen these as "that fake ship/joke pairing that a nine-year-old made up out of nowhere".

[thegeminisage]

im in kakariko and WAH koko and cottla still pray to their mom every day and their dad joins them...but they can't get to the actual cemetery bc of the ruins >:( and "rpincess zelda" said not to go near them. it is driving me crazy that i cant so this quest!!

i googled and apparently this quest involves the business with the Fifth Sage so i have to hold off for now :/ SUUUUCKS gonna collect some korok seeds and then find something else to do

oh wow that interactive map got a BIG upgrade. i can just ask it where certain items are now lol

I FOUND? THEIR MOMS? JOURNAL??? oh my god in the kakariko well.......

she had a garden down here 😭 she lists all their favorite foods......

theres a korok seed at the cemetery, so i went the long way around and left a silent princess for her. i'm gonna come back and get the rest later when the main quest takes me here

i knew there'd have to be a fifth sage, but a whole quest AND dungeon...that's pretty amazing!! i wonder if we get a 5th companion...zelda as a ghost companion would be SICK but i know nintendo would Never

ive decided to attempt to investigate the faron thunderstorm. wish me luck

THUNDERHEAD ISLES.......this is so cool. i can't see shit <3

also all of my bows & weapons rn are metal...oops lol

whoooa the music here.........

when i say i cant see shit i mean i REALLY. cant see shit. even the depths is better than this, at least there you can use brightbloom seeds

i found a flux construct but i CANT SEE LOL and i dont have any nonmetal weapons worth any damage...im doing it blind while only switching to goo weapons when im actually attacking sdlfjghsdfjkg girl HELLLP

GOT HIMMMMM wow im a BEAST

i used the shadows and the LAST of my stamina to make it to ??? dragonhead island ??? WHICH I STILL CAN'T SEE

there's gotta be some trick to clearing or navigating the storm but i dont wanna google it in case its like...THE SIXTH SAGE,

FUCK IT LITERALLY IS A FITH SAGE THING I HATE THIS GAME LOL

ok. fucking hell. im leaving. is there ANYTHING interesting im allowed to do rn. jesus

from now on im just going to assume that if i suddenly hear cool music im not supposed to be here.

landed in the horse god lake and caught that big stallion. named it yeto in honor of the big white abominable snowman in tp salute emoji

this well has a bubbulfrog inside it ??????

where the FUCK am i going theres a whole ass cave system down here

another ancient blade.......

KOMO SHORELINE? what in GODS NAME

fine ok i can work with this. jesus.

actually no i can't. it's raining and i don't want to climb all this shit nor do i want to tangle with electric lizalfos. i swear to god

ok. back to the stable.

oh flute boy!! i forgot about him. i guess he must be part of the band. luckily this time i have his fireflies...

AWWW the glowing tree was so cute and pretty

ok, feeling more prepared for komo shoreline now. luckily there's not much here anyway...

PHANTOM HELMET. NICE

NO!!!!!! a fucking BLOOD MOON while i was attacking this electric lizalfos camp!!! COME ONNNNN

i survived but god one of the lizalfos got glitched and there WASN'T. even a treasure chest over here. good fucking lord

i found my first above-ground lynel......and it's silver. this is what i get for waiting so long to seek them out...

omg my ancient arrow sent him to eeby deeby. im reloading tho idw waste it on that

okay so. he is hitting, very, hard,

i can't climb a tree either cuz he can Get me

okay. well! i died. clearly outmatched. i need.........better armor. i am so TIIIIRRRED of getting my ass kicked!!!!

for better or worse i'm in the chasm on the island next to hyrule castle. i figure it's probably an isolated place since. yk. island. reeeally wish i could find a lightroot tho

A FROX....SICK

blue-white frox. less sick. im gonna die again :(

omg i GOT HIM!!! n*ce

i cheated and peeked at the map...theres literally nothing else down here lmao not even a lightroot. im gonna go...somewhere else!! but later. i have to take a break now for food chores etc ive been playing for hours