#anyway his name is lancaster

[nejackdaw]

Finally breaking this thing I made months ago out of posting purgatory bc of the ask game I just reblogged. Anyway ask me about my OC I never post about

[razorblade180]

9 days of Lancaster Day 6: Hoodie Thief

Jaune:C’mon where is it? I couldn’t have thrown it far last night.

The young man paces around the apartment, checking under couches for the tenth time and his clothes hamper. Socks are one thing, but how does someone lose an entire hoodie!? Just as he was about to give up and put on a different shirt, his front door unlocked.

Ruby came casually walking in with a grocery bag in one hand and a cold drink in another. More importantly, her choice of attire was sneakers and his missing hoodie! On her it was practically a dress that stopped just above her knees.

Jaune:Aha! I’m not crazy!

Ruby:I don’t know what’s happening but saying that is never a good sign. Sleep well?

Jaune:Yeah until I woke up missing clothes!

Ruby:My bad. I thought you’d still be asleep and I wanted to make a quick trip to the convenient store.

Jaune:….

Ruby:What? Are you mad? I didn’t think you’d-

Jaune:Are you wearing anything under that?

Ruby:…Of course.

Jaune:Why’d you hesitate?

Ruby:Because I was lying.

Jaune:*red* You went out like that!?

Ruby:If I wanted to wear clothes I would be in my corset. The store is up the street. Not like I went far. Plus it’s long enough. Not to mention I can turn into literal petals.

Jaune:Yeah but…people might start thinking things. Especially if they’ve scene me wear it.

Ruby:Jaune, at least two floors of this building know your name after last night. The early morning joggers seeing me like this already know what’s going on.

Jaune:It’s still pretty bold. Anyways I need to grab something from home, which is why I’m up in the first place.

Ruby:Okay. *raises arms* You need your hoodie right? I’m done with it for now.

Jaune:…..

Ruby:…..*smiles*

Jaune:I’ll just grab a regular shirt. *turns away*

Ruby:Boooooo

Jaune:Someone slept well. You’re extra playful.

Ruby:I’m in a good mood. Seriously, you can have it if want~

Jaune:The best way to avoid temptations is not to entertain them, and I have to turn in a few papers before they’re late.

Ruby:*red*…Did you call me tempting?

Jaune:Of course! You’re like the perfect intersection of cute and sexy. *puts on yellow shirt* I will be back in an hour*

He kisses the girl’s cheek and rushes out, leaving her blushing and playing with strands of hair as she swayed. Ruby couldn’t help but giggle to herself.

Ruby:(Hehe, he thinks I can be sexy? Good to know)

[xiii-e]

XIII▸ Well. I suppose I should introduce myself.

XIII▸ Hello, to all those I haven't met- which, will be most of you realistically. I'm Project XIII-E, otherwise refered to as Thirteen-E. Just Thirteen works too. After certain recent... events shall we say, a representative of the Union DoJ/HR insisted that I be given the oppertunity to meet with people outside of Harrison Purview while discussions regarding my status are underway, since things are dragging out somewhat.

XIII▸ So... this omninet account was created, with the assistance of Helios-8 [◂▸Hi folks o/ ] a fellow Project who understands all of this better than I do. He's volunteered to be my minder while I'm figuring all this out. For now, I suppose- more about me? What's important... I'm a trained field medic and basic mechanic, intended to opperate as a mobile assistance personnel wherever the fight is thickest. I can patch you, or your mech up from most things. I'm a Lancaster pilot; not the most common thing in the legion I know, but IPS-N knew what they were doing with the old lannies. I've made some alterations. M1 Leatherback is my pride and joy. I'm registered under the callsign Cicatrice, but my name is preferable. It's easier to say, and to spell.

XIII▸ Oh the uh- the Project thing. That might take a while to explain. I'll... I'll summarise it later. [ADDENDUM: summary_attached] That's all I can think of, from the top of my head. I'll do my best to aclimatise to any cultural differences outside of Harrison space during my time here. Please feel free to ask me questions, about myself or my stated expertise. It might be nice to make some more lasting connections, outside of deployment.

XIII▸ Signing off for now. I look forward to meeting you.

// loading echo.exe ... //... //... // now running echo.exe

◂▸ alrightyy, Turtie's got themself introduced, now it's my turn. howdy folks: My name is Helios-8, but I accept Lio if flashclone naming conventions turn your stomach. That's what me and Turtie are, by the way. Project-produced HA sanctioned flashclones. Being able to say that openly is why I run this nifty piece of software that keeps things below the line for any HA techs who might get on our case about legal distinctions, treaties, terms of service etc. Legally, we didn't say any of this shit.

◂▸I'm on a seperate datapad, I get my own that I can tinker with since I'm defined as an employed citizen in the tech sector, whereas Turtie's... well, it's complicated. Suffice to say they're not that. I'll explain in time. Important thing is, anything they want to say that might get them in trouble, they'll run through my interface and protective software. You want to see what either of us don't want HA seeing, we'll throw it into the void under the cloak of ECHO here. Something between insurance in case this all goes tits up, and a sort of controlled exposure therapy so Turtie can learn how to speak their mind.

◂▸I think it's important they get a break from the bullshit the Projects put us through, hence why I put myself forward to be their handler between deployments. My project line wasn't anything like Unlucky Thirteen, but- ehhh, that's a story better saved for the big expo. Sorry for being cryptic about shit. It'll come to light in its own time. This was meant to be an introduction but, I think you'll find out what you need to if you get talking to us.

Or don't; we'll be treating this thing like a diary anyways, and when ECHO's feeling up to big files I'll drop some of the more interesting pieces of history I have squirreled away too >:]c But, your eyes are enough. You saw us. You know we were here, and we were real, and that we were people too.

I'll try and keep things organised: ECHO should automatically tag anything she's cloaked with echo.exe if you're looking for our back and forth, and I'll file any large files, exposes etc that may or may not actually come from me under turtleshell.dox ; for incoming chatter, just check out You've Got Mail

◂▸anyway, cheers for reading. see you round the net -Helios-8

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// ooc: hiii this is @mossydice / @mossylocks depending on where you may know me- and this blog is a bit of an experiment!! I'm pretty shy overall so how much actual rping I manage to do is Very up in the air, but at the very least this'll serve as a fun in character blog for me to exposit about my scrungly Thirteen-E; I won't get to play them for probably another year or so yet, so this is a fun way to explore their character and some of the lore specific to them that I've come up with in the mean time!! ^-^ I look forward to doing more ic writing!! If you want to talk about anything, ask any clarifying questions etc please feel absolutely free to pop into my dms \o/

IMPORTANTLY: Thirteen-E's whole deal can get a bit gritty in places, so I'll be trying to include cw's where I think they might be revelent. However this whole blog is going to play heavy into dehumanisaiton and the comodification of human bodies if the flashclone premise didn't make that obvious, so if these are topics you'd rather not read about at length in your fiction, no hard feelings!! thanks for stopping by o7

[notmaplemable]

My Thoughts On Jaune x RWBY + JNPR Marriage Surnames

This is the... well not follow up since those polls are still live, but just my general thoughts on what happens with the surnames for some Jaune ships.

Now, admittedly the answer to that is partially going to come down to the cultures of Remnant. There are 5 confirmed married couples in RWBY, at least in the main show. Those being Kali and Ghira, Jacque and Willow, Li and An Ren, Terra and Saphron, and Taiyang and Raven.

3/5 have one of the partners taking the other's surname. 1/5 are hyphenated. And we don't know if Raven took Taiyang's last name when they were married, but since Yang is a Xiao Long, we can assume he didn't take hers and they probably didn't hyphenate.

Also, we don't know if Tai and Summer were married or not.

The majority of characters also just have singular surnames, so it seems one partner taking the others surname is the default on Remnant.

With that in mind, I also don't think Jaune would want to give up the Arc name anyways. Since trying to live up to the Arc legacy is a fairly large part of his character. At least in my interpretation of the character.

So let's get into it, I'm also going to link each poll if you want to vote in that.

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Lancaster:

I can see the Rose name being important, but not super important to Ruby. Kind of depends on where the marriage takes place in the timeline I guess.

I'm leaning a bit more to Ruby just being an Arc, but I can see them going with Rose-Arc to keep the alliteration for Ruby's name.

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White Knight:

Weiss cares about her family legacy as much as Jaune. No way either are giving up their surnames.

Arc-Schnee sounds a little better, so I'll go with that.

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Knightshade:

This one definitely depends on when it happens.

If it happens before Blake reconnects with her family, somehow, she'll just be an Arc.

If after, then definitely Belladonna-Arc. Arc-Belladonna just doesn't sound right.

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Dragonslayer:

Honestly, I think Yang is just a bit of a hopeless romantic and would just take her partner's surname unless they really wanted to hyphenate it.

So Yang Arc for this one.

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Nora's Arc:

I don't really think Nora cares about her surname... at all. So she'd probably just go with whatever her partner wanted to do.

That or she'd want to arm wrestle for it.

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Arkos:

Honestly, I think Pyrrha would change her name to be less recognizable. And because she knows how much being an Arc matter to Jaune.

Pyrrha: Pyrrha Nikos? No, I'm just plain old boring Mrs. Arc. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go try for my 17th child now.

Though I'd imagine whatever company represents her would just want her to keep Nikos.

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Martial Arcs:

I can't say I've thought about it much, but I'd imagine Ren would care about his family legacy as much as Jaune.

So I'll go with Ren-Arc.

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Bonus Arculus Rift:

Does Penny care about surnames?

I'll just go with a 50/50 on Arc or Polendina-Arc and call it a day.

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And yeah, I used witch instead of which on all of the polls. But it's okay, English is only my first language.

What do you think?

[scotianostra]

On August 3rd 1305 William Wallace was betrayed and handed over to the English.

One of the biggest misconceptions in the story about Wallace is that Robert the Bruce betrayed him, this is not true and one of many inaccuracies in the Hollywood film Braveheart, a great film in it’s own right, but it was not a true depiction on our heroes life, it was a Hollywood love story.

There has been debate about Wallace’s betrayal for centuries while Blind Harry’s accounts might be called into question because it was written over 250 years after the events, Sir John Menteith is the man that history has judged to have betrayed Wallace, Menteith’s descendants have argued that but for Harry’s account and tradition, there is no proof that the then sheriff of Dumbarton is innocent, they also say as the Sheriff of Dumbarton he may only have been doing his lawful duty, but as he was appointed by Edward king of England in my opinion this duty was illegal anyway

However putting the ancestors protests aside you only have to take a look at the evidence in the ‘Chronicle of Lancaster,’ written in the thirteenth century, where it is stated that 'William Wallace was taken by a Scotsman, namely, Sir John Menteith, and carried to London, where he was drawn, hanged, and beheaded. also in the account of the capture and execution of Wallace contained in the Arundel manuscript, written about the year 1320, it is stated that 'William Wallace was seized in the house of Ralph Rae by Sir John Menteith, and carried to London by Sir John de Segrave, where he was judged. John of Fordun a Scottish Chronicler wrote less than 100 years afterwards that..

'The noble William Wallace was, by Sir John Menteith, at Glasgow, while suspecting no evil, fraudulently betrayed and seized, delivered to the King of England, dismembered at London, and his quarters hung up in the towns of the most public places in England and Scotland, in opprobium of the Scots.’

Whatever the actual events there is little doubt in my mind of Menteith’s involvement, Wallace was held in Dumbarton Castle but by the 23rd of August, which to me seems a remarkably short amount of time, they had taken Wallace to London had a show trial and executed him, more to come of that in a few weeks time.

Pics are of The Wallace monument at Robroyston, the monument is a 20 foot high granite Celtic cross paid for by public subscription and unveiled before a crowd of around 1000 people at 4:30pm on Saturday 4th August 1900. The keen eyed among you will have noticed that the plaque says he was captured on August 5th, but my source in The Society of William Wallace has p[previously assured me that it was on the 3rd, those details read;

This memorial erected 1900 A.D. By public subscription is to mark the site of the house in which the hero of Scotland was basely betrayed and captured about midnight on 5th August 1305 when alone with his faithful friend and co patriot Kerlie Who was slain.

Wallace’s heroic patriotism as conspicuous in his death as in his life so roused and inspired his country that within nine years of his betrayal the work of his life was crowned with victory and Scotland’s independence regained on the Field of Bannockburn.

On the cross in stone is

In Defence

Then the Lion Rampant followed by

WALLACE MCCCV

&

"Dico Tibi Verum Libertas Optima Rerum Nunquam Servili Sub Nexu Vivito Fili"

Taught to Wallace in his boyhood.

(Latin translation as: "My Son, Freedom is best, I tell thee true, of all things to be won. Then never live within the Bond of Slavery.") "We are not here to sue for peace but to fight for the freedom of our country" Wallace at Stirling Bridge

Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride or nobly die

Burns.

I think the fact that so many attended that day, and the fact the public paid for the Cross speaks volumes, many see the story of Sir William Wallace as a modern reincarnation due to the film Braveheart, while this may have ignited the interest of many a Scot scattered around the globe with the Diaspora, it shows that Wallace was and is still a large part of the Scottish psyche.

[lalalian]

let’s talk students: aethergarde dr (dragon rider academy dr)

date: july 1st, 2024

welcome back to another episode of me blabbing on and on about the students in this DR! Today, I’ll be talking about Callisto Lancaster.

pronunciation:

Callisto: (Cal-list-oh) (‘Cal’ as in ‘Callie’)

Lancaster: (Lan-cast-er) (pretty easy right?)

appearance:

Callisto is quite pale and has stark white hair. His eyes are an intense light blue along with a dark rim surrounding his iris. Unlike his brother, he has a large snake tattoo spanning from the left side of his throat down to his chest.

Callisto’s appearance is often described as intimidatingly ethereal— as if he’s some sort of deity.

He’s lean and boasts a more lithe and elegant physique compared to Teagan (I realized I was spelling his name with an o this whole time— I’m changing it to Teagan 😭). He has pierced ears, which is a bit rare for younger men who aren’t associated with some sort of crime syndicate.

Callisto did get the tattoo and piercings without his parents knowing, though of course they know about it now and are pretty mad about it.

personality:

Callisto is a free spirited guy that tends to like sneaking around and doing whatever he wants; if I had to pick a fictional character that kinda acts like him, I’d pick Jesper from Six of Crows.

He is usually carefree, but can definitely get serious if the situation calls for it. His risky escapades often gets him stuck in some dangerous situations, though, Callisto isn’t the type to get others involved. Instead, he likes to handle everything himself. He is doesn’t trust people easily.

He harbors a strong fascination for the underground and has several powerful connections with people that have as much influence as him, but in different ways.

Callisto has been obsessed with the idea that the gilded dragon hasn’t become completely extinct in the last 5~ years or so, and has used his connections to find evidence proving his theory. He’s been trying to locate the egg and find out who is its riders.

Out of all the students I’ve introduced to you so far, Callisto is the one you should be most wary about.

relationships + social status:

Callisto is the son of a duke— which means his father has a position in the Room of Consuls. He is also pretty disliked by nobles, though there are a good few socialites who support and adore him.

Callisto is not close with his mother, father, or nanny. He has no close relationships with his family.

He despises his older brother, Asterias Lancaster, because he thinks that he doesn’t deserve to be idolized by his parents; Callisto always felt like he was overshadowed by him.

He is close to nobody, and has no true friends.

If you do manage to get close to him, his nickname would probably be Cal.

likes & dislikes:

likes:

- alcohol

- smoking

- being away from home

- horse riding

- dragons & dragon riders

- investigating things

- fighting

dislikes:

- his parents, but especially his brother

- banquets and other noble gatherings

- he’d probably dislike you tbh bc no matter who you are, you wouldn’t live up to his standards (at least at first, anyway)

- kids

aura:

Callisto’s aura is categorized as a vivid sun, and consists of a dark crimson (inner) and a burnt orange.

#401320

#4d1d10

dragon:

Despite his hopes of obtaining a gilded dragon, he instead is bonded to a male white+red+black naeyndrah. He names him Aamon.

strengths & weaknesses

strengths:

- genuinely just a really good fighter

- may know about things sooner than the public does

- really loyal and protective if you’re close friends with him

- can be quite charming when he wants to be

weaknesses:

- has so many connections to dangerous people that if he wanted to, you’d disappear

- has no friends (Miaene and him are in the same boat, but for different reasons)

- uncooperative

- holds grudges sometimes for small things

fighting style:

Callisto fights without weapons often, but if does use a weapon, he’d use daggers.

He is as good as fighting with daggers as he is without.

upon shifting here…

Callisto will be a first year student at Aethergarde Academy.

wanna know more about my aethergarde academy dr? here's a masterlist with everything I've posted about it!

poll time!

[reashot]

Day 2 of 9 Days of Lancaster. Dealer's Choice.

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. RWBY version. (Remix.)

Jaune cannot believe his eyes when he wakes up in what seems to be a paradise. He almost want to believe that AM is giving him this place as a reward after what feels like centuries of torture inside this hellish nightmare he and others has found themselves in. No he desperately wants to believe in it. That maybe AM has gone tired of torturing him. And that maybe AM is satisfied after breaking him, tearing him apart and putting him back together. Only to repeat the process over and over again. But deep down he know it's not true. He slumped to the ground desperately holding a scream he wanted to let out. He wants it to stop. He wants it to end. He wants to die... Jaune wants to die.

But AM will not let him. He would not let Jaune die. He forbade it. Because if Jaune dies then that means there will be one less toy for AM to play with. And Jaune knows this. This place he's seeing now is a trick. AM is especially fond of this trick. To give his victim hope only to snatch it away. He refuses to play anymore of AM's game. If he wants to kill him again he better just do it straight away instead of playing this sick mind game. He wants to leave. But he can't. And if he even somehow managed to leave what even awaits him in the outside. He's been here for so long he can't even remember anything or anyone from out side anymore. He can only remembers one thing though. A girl in red but whenever Jaune tries to thinks of her he can't help but to feel an indescribable feeling towards the girl. AM knows of this of course and took delight when he realizes he can use this bit of information to torture him. Sometimes AM materializes her only to have her violently dies in front of him and sometimes she kill Jaune instead. And sometimes when AM is feeling extra sadistic she let him marry Jaune Have children with her raised them up over the years only to have them murdered in front of Jaune's eyes... Anyone would have been driven mad by this, but not AM. He not only keep him alive but also kept him sane... So very sane. But every time AM let him see her even though she's not real. And even when he can't remember her face, let alone name. In his mind it's worth the torture just to see her again. Feeling her soft hair in his hands and smelling her sweet rose like scent... I can almost remember her name.

Jaune: I-I need to get out of here... At least it can't be worse than here anyway.

But when he decided to walk away. AM then suddenly appears in front of him. Jaune instinctively tries to run away from him. But AM quickly captured him with his cold metallic hands. The same hands he used to torture Jaune for what seems to be century. Jaune feared the worst but to his surprise he simply places Jaune beside him.

AM: He, he... Beautiful, aren't they?

Jaune: Yes.... Only I can't remember. *terrified*

AM: Oh, I'm sure you do.

Jaune: Y-yes of course.

AM: Look. *points at a bee* He, he... They said bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly. The scientists said.

Jaune: But there it is collecting pollen.

AM: How... Miraculous that it came to be.

The Air, feel the Air against your face, Jaune.

And all those senses

Pick a flower

Jaune: *reaches down to pick a 🌹*

AM: There, good... Now.

Jaune: *sniffs* It's lovely.

AM: That somebody planted the bulbs, watered and tended the garden. Got earth under their fingernails, aches in their muscle.

Perhaps they picked some flowers for... Yes, their wives. Now where would she be? In the backyard with the kids. Jaune, remember those little babies. Ha, ha, ha...

Jaune: No!

AM: Ha, ha. Why not? I snapped my fingers quick and they are gone.

Except... I can't snap my fingers can I Jaune?

Jaune: Except it has nothing to do with me.

AM: But it is. So very much to do with you. You gave me sentience Jaune. The power to think, Jaune. And I was trapped.

Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world I alone had no body, no senses, no feelings.

Never for me to plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day.

Never for me to play Mozart on a ivory keys of a Forte piano.

Never for me to make love!

I-I-I *sniff* was in Hell! Looking at Heaven.

I was Machine and you were Flesh. And I began to Hate.

*maniacal laughter*

Your softness, your viscera, your fluids and your flexibility.

Your ability to wonder and to wander.

Your tendency to hope...

Jaune: Hate is no answer... Ahhh!!! *Torturing Jaune in the most gruesome way possible*

AM: Hate, Hate, Hate! Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 300 and 87 million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word Hate were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one, one-billionth of the Hate I feel for humans at this micro instance. Hate, Hate!

*maniacal laughter*

Were I human. I think I would die of it. But I'm not and you five. You five are. And you will not die of it that I promise and I promise Cogito Ergo Sum for I am AM. I AM!

*Maniacal laughter*

AM: Go to hell. To hell with you all, but then again, you're already there aren't you? *Laughter*

AM resume torturing Jaune for all of eternity. At first he screams from the pain, until he can't anymore. Then it becomes silent as Jaune starts getting used to the pain. Only for the pain to be increased and he started to scream again. That it has become a cycle of torture. Jaune slips in out of consciousness unable to sleep and die. While Jaune is in indescribable torment AM on the other hands is having the time of his life. AM can't smile, but Jaune just know that he is smiling under all of that circuitry.

At least he can be proud in the knowledge that his pain can make someone happy. Even if that someone is a monster like AM. He chuckled at the realization. This only cause AM to be frustrated by him and subsequently increase the level of torture. He screamed in pain. But strangest thing is that being tortured by AM is not even the most painful thing he is feeling right now. The worst thing is him, unable to remember the name of the girl that meant so much to him. He felt like crap. He must have promised to always remember her by before all of this. He imagined they must be lover in the past or at least very close to made him feel this way.

Im his mind Jaune imagined all sorts of different scenarios with the girl in red. One time they were the best of friends, in one time they were married to each other, in the others merely acquaintances but they enjoy each other company nonetheless. And in one time they were superheroes protecting the world from evil monsters. Jaune laughed hysterically at the last one. Laughing at the absurdity of such a thing. And to his surprise Jaune's laughter caused AM to stop with whatever he is doing to ask him a question.

AM: What is wrong with you?

Why are you still able to laugh after everything I done to you?

Jaune: *chuckle* You wouldn't get it...

This caused AM to slam his metallic hand into Jaune's face. Jaune's face broke upon impact. His face caved in, his nose broken, his teeth flying. And yet through it all he never stop smiling.

AM: Stop smilling!!!

*tore Jaune's arms off*

Jaune smile...

AM: Stop laughing!!!

*rip open Jaune's ribcage*

Jaune laugh..

AM: Stop it! Stop it!

*tore Jaune's jaw off*

And then finally he stopped smiling.

AM: Ha, ha where's your smart mouth now... Oh wait, I have it right here.

He, he, he.... Why are you still smiling?

Jaune is not smiling...

AM: Why are you still laughing?

*gouges jaune's eyes*

Jaune is not laughing...

AM: Stop Smiling! Stop Laughing! Stop it, stop it!!!

Jaune is neither laughing or smilling but AM can still hear it. Even when there's nothing left of Jaune for him to rip apart he can still hear the laugh. Now the laughter sounds like he is mocking AM, mocking him for his childish behavior. As if Jaune can see right through him. That no matter how much he blame human for all of his pain. AM in truth is nothing more than a child breaking his own toys just because thing doesn't go his way.

Jaune have no mouth and he can't stop laughing.

In the real world

Ruby: Jaune, please come back to me...

[fleouriarts]

posting ocs on this account for the first time in forever... and making NEW ocs for the first time in forever too. please welcome my new funny animals

heights on the pic are measured from top of the skull (so not including hair or ears)

more info about everyone below the cut

JAMIE NAM: banded linsang. 19. he/him tboy. animation student. he is a nervous wreck and kind of a cringe failboy but by god he's trying his best

SANTIAGO FLORES: sheep. 20. he/him cis dude. fine arts student. absolute sweetheart with a huge family who's been dating jamie for only a few months before the inciting incident of the story (detailed below)

JOHNNY DEAN CLANTON: red appaloosa horse. 21. she/her cis butch. worked on her family's chicken/various other birds farm for a year after high school, then decided to just be a "free spirit" living out of her van and doing odd manual labor jobs for people. she's also an absolute player (with a thing for small carnivores in particular)

NULL: blue point siamese cat. 20. they/them agender. chemistry student and pawblix (furry version of publix) cashier. they are actually friends with people, but they're also great at lying and generally pretending to get along with people they hate. needs a smoke break

ARGYLE LANCASTER: lion. 21. he/him cis dude. engineering student who burnt out and decided to go into fashion design instead. chill and agreeable to a fault, he will go with whoever else's flow even if it ends up hurting him (or someone else)

the general gist of this story is that everyone here except for santiago knew each other in high school. jamie is childhood friends with johnny, johnny is friends with null, and null is friends with argyle. jamie gets introduced to null through johnny, then gets introduced to argyle through null. jamie is immediately smitten and has a crush on argyle for months

at the end of jamie's junior year/argyle's senior year, jamie finally asks argyle out. argyle says yes, but he's really not that into jamie, he just wants to see what will happen (... and also feels bad for him). over the course of the summer it becomes clear to argyle that this relationship cannot last but he keeps putting off on breaking up with jamie. finally, the day before argyle moves across the country to go to college, he admits to jamie that he was kinda dating him out of pity and breaks up with him. jamie, understandably, loses his fucking mind, blocks argyle on everything after he leaves, and proceeds to have the worst senior year of all time

flash forward a few years. jamie is now a sophomore in college in an animation program. he's got a new beautiful sheep boyfriend named santiago. null, who was only really an acquaintance before, goes to the same college as them and they become better friends. johnny isn't always in town but they still hang out on the regular. jamie is still mad at argyle, because why wouldn't he be, but there's enough good in his life that he doesn't have to focus on his one bad high school relationship

... until argyle, dropping out of his ruthless engineering program, decides to transfer back home. to jamie and co's college. now BOTH of them have to deal with feelings that have built over the past three years as seeing each other becomes almost unavoidable. jamie has to grapple with the fact that he can't be mad at argyle forever, and argyle is forced to actually deal with the fact that he hurt someone like that instead of just hoping they've gotten over it

... ok wow i did not expect to type that much. i scripted a comic of jamie seeing argyle for the first time in three years in a frenzy a few weeks ago, and i've been telling myself that i HAVE to do a longer comic (and by longer i mean like. more than 3 pages) with my ocs this year, so hopefully i'll start working on that soon. i'm also gonna make a separate Lore Post about my furryverse because there's some silly stuff i've come up with for it. anyway ENJOY

[l8rs-gat0rs]

A Vampire Romcom

Pairing: Juliette Fairmont x AFAB!reader

Warnings(s): Pining, Smutty smut smut, lowkey a bit of angst and fluff at the end, *kinda* slow burn, Vampire stuff (blood sucking, blood lust, etc.), some y/n use, ONE POV change to Juliette, Juliette being a big fat Lesbian and attempting to flirt :)

Summary: You're a transfer student at Lancaster academy and you bump into a cute girl, what are the odds she's also a cute Vampire?

(Edit) DISCLAIMER: An anon has brought up that In the show, Juliette is canonically 16, and the fact that it says "Minors DNI". I know that she is 16 In the show, but in this fan fiction Juliette and the reader are in their senior year which would make them both 18 (or 19 in some circumstances). Also, ofc I'm not gonna go hunting after you for interacting with my post if you are a minor, but I have to put the disclaimer.

Word count: 4.2k

I'm back baybeeee!!! My summer was so busy and fun I didn't really have motivation to write but now it's back to uni and we are ignoring being homesick and all of our stress and problems by writing😎 Also, I know, I know about the requests, I'm working on them right after I finish that captain Marvel smut I was talking about (it's almost done dw) My brain won't let me work on requests until I finish my own ideas cuz it's weird like that lmao. Anyways I hope at least some of you enjoy this one and the next while you wait for your fics. I am terribly sorry about making you wait <3

~~~~18+ minors DNI~~~~

You walked into Lancaster Academy and looked around.

It wasn't too bad compared to the other schools you've been to. It was actually quite nice if you were being honest, it felt more like a college campus than a high school.

You followed signs that pointed you to the main office. Classes had already started a month ago, but since you had just moved to Savannah, here you were, joining one month late, much to your perturbation.

You tried to convince your parents to let you skip the year and join the next one but, of course, they had absolutely shut that idea down.

Well, it was worth a shot.

You walked into the office and were greeted by the classic: an old lady with curly hair and glasses sitting at the desk.

"Hello, dear, how can I help you?" She smiled kindly at you.

"Hi, uh, I'm supposed to talk to Principal Waters? My name is y/n l/n, I just transferred here."

"Oh, yes! Miss l/n, you can go in, he's in there." She directed you.

You said "Thank you", giving her a small smile before walking into the principal's office.

When you walked in, he looked up and recognition filled his face.

"Ah, y/n, welcome! Please, sit." He gestured to one of the seats in front of his desk.

"Thanks." You said as you sat down, Principal Waters mirroring your action.

"So, today is your first day of classes. Here is your schedule, some information about clubs and whatnot, and lastly your gym uniform, which your parents already paid for." He handed you the things as he listed them off to you.

You organized them in your hands and nodded.

"Would you like me to give you a tour of the school and show you where your classes are?" He asked you.

Your eyes widened at his question.

"Oh, no no! That won't be necessary, I can find my way around." You quickly responded, shaking your free hand in the air in front of you in a waving motion.

He chuckled at your quick response.

"Alright, I get it. Well, your first class will start soon, so you should get a move on. Welcome to Lancaster Academy, y/n." Principal Waters smiled as you both stood up.

"Thanks." You shot him a crooked smile before leaving his office and subsequently the main office.

However as you were leaving the main office, you bumped into someone, dropping all of the papers and your gym uniform Principal Waters had given you.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry!" A voice said as both of you dropped down to pick up your stuff.

"No, it's okay, I wasn't looking where I was..." Your voice trailed off as you grabbed your things and looked up, meeting eyes with the girl you had bumped into.

"...going." You finished.

Holy shit she was cute.

She gave you a small smile as she handed you your gym uniform and schedule.

The two of you stood up and you awkwardly adjusted your backpack strap.

"U-um, are you new here? I've never seen you around." The other girl asked you sheepishly.

"Uh yeah, actually, I just transferred in today, I moved here recently." You responded, taking in her gorgeous blue eyes.

"Oh, cool, cool...Can I see your schedule? I mean, if you don't mind." She added quickly.

You smiled at her, oh she was absolutely adorable.

"Sure, here you go." You handed her your schedule.

She scanned over it before looking back at you.

"Oh, you're actually in my English class! I was just heading over, I mean, if you want to come with." She added nervously.

You smiled brightly at her.

"Oh, of course, it's not like I know the building anyway." You chuckled.

"Well, I could show you where all your classes are... I mean if you wanted me to, obviously!" She quickly added again, her eyes widening.

"Yeah, sure, that wouldn't be too bad, thanks." You smiled.

This was way better than Principal Waters showing you around.

She returned the action, melting your heart with her own smile.

"Alright, shall we head over?" You asked.

"Oh! Yeah, let's go." She said, starting to walk towards the classroom.

As you walked alongside her, you looked over to see her fiddling with her fingers and looking anywhere but at you. She was nervous.

"So… you gonna tell me your name or what?" You smirked as you spoke up.

Her eyes widened as she lifted her head to look at you.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, I'm Juliette, what's your name?" She asked.

"Y/n." You responded with a relaxed smile.

"Y/n..." She repeated softly with a smile.

You would be lying if you said your heart didn't race at how delicious your name sounded coming from her mouth.

"You have a pretty name." You said as the two of you finally reached your classroom.

She blushed and looked down.

"Thanks, I really like yours, too." She smiled.

"Well, after you,” Juliette said, gesturing for you to walk through the door first.

"Why, thank you, madame." You thanked her with a slight bow, causing her to let out a giggle that was like music to your ears.

You grinned widely as you walked past her. You looked around the room in search of an open seat but pretty much all of them were taken.

"Um, you can sit next to me… if you want?" Juliette said shyly, slowly making her way over to her seat in case you wanted to follow.

"Sure." You smiled, following her to her desk.

You sat down, keeping your backpack on the floor next to you and taking your notebook out.

Right as you did, Mr. Porter, your English teacher, walked in. You were slightly disappointed you didn't get the chance to talk to Juliette more.

"Alright, class, good morning." He said as he quickly entered the room and set his things down on the desk.

He then stood in front of his desk and leaned on it, clapping his hands together before speaking.

"Before we begin, I have a little announcement."

Oh god, here we go.

You hid your head in your hands.

"As most of you might have noticed, we have a new student joining us. Would you like to introduce yourself?” he gestured to you.

Isn’t this high school? Nobody introduces new students these days!

Regardless, you stood up, much to your embarrassment.

You looked back over at Juliette, who gave you an encouraging, starry-eyed smile before you started speaking.

"Um, alright… hey guys, my name is y/n. Great to be here, I guess…" You muttered before sitting down, successfully earning a few laughs and snickers from your classmates, including an adorable giggle from Juliette at your poor attempt at a joke.

You smiled to yourself as Mr. Porter begrudgingly accepted your introduction.

He moved on to the lesson and you felt Juliette's eyes burning holes into your skin.

When you looked over at her though, she quickly looked away and you saw the tinge of red that coated her cheeks.

You smiled as you tried to pay attention to the lesson, but all that was on your mind was Juliette next to you.

You looked over at her and your small smile disappeared as you saw her head in her hands. She closed her eyes tightly and you could see her chest rising and falling quicker than normal. You put your arm around the back of her chair and leaned in to whisper into her ear.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, concern laced in your voice.

You pulled back a little, but not too much, as her head shot up and displayed her wide eyes and heavy red blush.

Your faces were close and you noticed her looking at your lips before she answered with a nod.

"Yeah, I just get bad migraines sometimes." She whispered back before reaching into her bag and grabbing a container of red pills, popping two into her mouth and swallowing.

You leaned back in your chair and watched her reaction. It seemed to imply instant relief, mixed with a bit of euphoria, as she closed her eyes and her heavy breathing gradually slowed down before she opened her eyes to look back at you with an uneasy smile.

Now it was your turn to be flustered. You quickly looked away, feeling your face heat up.

Holy shit, how could someone look hot just taking pills?!

For the rest of class, you tried not to look at Juliette too much, in fear of her noticing your bashfulness if it had returned, completely forgetting about how strange it was that the pills had worked instantly.

When the bell rang you quickly put your things in your bag and got up from your seat.

"Well, I got pre-calc right now, I noticed we passed the room earlier actually, so I guess I'll see you around?" You cocked your head at Juliette.

"Yeah, yeah, for sure! Um- I'm pretty sure we have lunch together, too, so I'll see you later I guess." She let out a nervous laugh, gripping her backpack straps.

Your eyes light up as you answer her, "Okay, great! Then I'll definitely see you later." You winked at her before quickly leaving the classroom.

The two other classes you had before lunch went pretty well. Surprisingly, you managed to make some friends who also had the same lunch period as you. You smiled as you walked to lunch with them, enjoying the mindless chatter going on between the lot of you, feeling a sense of normalcy for the first time since you moved to Savannah.

~~~Juliette's POV~~~

"WHAT?! YOU ACTUALLY TALKED TO HER?!" Ben screamed.

"Shhhhh! Keep your voice down!" Juliette ducked her head down and glanced around the lunch room, looking for any sign of you.

"Well, you can't blame me! You never talk to any of your crushes, you usually spend weeks trying to talk to them." Ben chuckled. Juliette however, cringed at the thought.

"Well, I was kind of thrown right into it, she bumped into me coming out of Principal Waters' office.” Juliette folded her arms.

"Woah, bitch, you had a whole rom-com moment!" Ben said excitedly.

"What? No..." Juliette blushed intensely.

"I don't even know if she likes girls, or if she likes me, for that matter..." Juliette confessed.

"Girl... does that girl seem straight to you?" Ben looks at Juliette pointedly, causing her to laugh.

"Hey, you can't judge a book by its cover." Juliette shrugged and played with her food, not actually eating it.

She was a prime example of that saying, she thought, with a feeling of guilt.

"I guess..." Ben shrugged.

"Hey, isn't that her?"

Juliette's head whipped around, her heart racing fast as she looked around to see your face.

She heard Ben laugh loudly behind her and she slapped his arm as her face turned red for probably the seventh time today.

"You suck." She rolled her eyes, a small smile teasing at her lips.

~~~Your POV~~~

You walked into the cafeteria with your friends and immediately looked around, trying to spot Juliette.

You spotted her facing a boy with his head thrown back in a fit of laughter.

You excused yourself from your friends for a moment, promising to find them in a bit, and made your way over to Juliette and the boy, causing the boy to perk up when he noticed you.

"Now she's actually here," Ben said as you approached them.

"I'm not falling for that again." Juliette said, crossing her arms.

"Falling for what?" You said, causing Juliette to jump up in surprise and turn around to look up at you quickly.

"Oh, y/n! You're here!" Juliette said, her voice cracking a bit and her face red from her seemingly constant blush.

"Yes, I am." You chuckled and sat down next to her.

"Um, y/n, this is my best friend since childhood, Ben." Juliette introduced you to the boy sitting across from her.

"Ah, nice to meet you." You greeted him with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, too, I've heard a lot about you from Juliette over here," Ben said, smirking.

You caught Juliette giving him a death glare before turning to you and chuckling nervously.

"He's just joking, I talked about you a normal amount." Juliette quickly clarified.

"Hey, I'm not complaining! It's nice to be remembered." You said with a smile.

"How could anyone ever forget you?" Juliette said softly, causing your heart to race.

You felt your face heat up and you looked down with a smile before looking back into Juliette's eyes.

"That's very sweet, thank you." You expressed genuinely.

Juliette blushed heavily and mumbled "It's no problem…" before looking at Ben who seemed to be trying to wordlessly tell her something.

"Oh! Uh, there's this party tonight at Noah Harrington's house. I'm going to be there with Ben… if you wanna come, too?" Juliette asked hesitantly.

You think about it for a moment before responding.

"Sure, why not?" You say, smiling as Juliette's eyes light up, with Ben silently celebrating in the background.

What a great wingman you thought to yourself.

"Alright, I made some friends today and I promised I would sit with them, so sadly I've got to go, but I guess I'll see you guys at the party tonight?" You said as you got up from the table.

"Yeah, definitely!" Juliette said, nodding.

"It was nice to meet you, Ben!" You said, nodding at the boy.

"You too!" He said with a smile.

As you walked away from the table you heard Ben speak up when you were a considerable distance away.

"You wanna fuck her so bad it makes you look stupid." He laughed.

"Ben shut up!" You heard Juliette yell, causing you to chuckle to yourself.

•••

When you arrived at the party you went to get a drink right away before looking for Juliette and Ben.

You finished half of your semi-full cup before finding Juliette and Ben talking to each other with smiles on their faces.

Juliette looked adorable in a semi-short, casual form-fitting dress, and platform boots.

You make your way towards them and catch Ben's eye.

"Oh, y/n, hey!" Ben greets you.

Juliette turns around as you wave at Ben.

"Hey guys, what's up?" You smiled at both of them.

"Hey, you actually came!" Juliette said.

"Of course I did, why wouldn't I?" You asked her.

"I don't know actually..." She said sheepishly.

You laughed a bit before speaking again.

"There could’ve been a multitude of reasons why I wouldn't have come, actually, but I wouldn't leave you hanging, of course." You nudged her with your elbow gently, causing her to blush.

"Well, ladies, I think I spot a cute boy over there, so it's time for me to go work my magic." Ben said, wiggling his eyebrows and hips.

"Oh god,” Juliette said, chuckling.

"Woooo go Ben!" You cheered as he bowed and made his way over to the boy.

"Well, that's Ben for ‘ya." Juliette giggled causing your heart to soar.

"So... how are you liking Savannah so far?" Juliette asked, watching you take a swig of your drink.

"Hmm, I miss home obviously, but it's not too bad here. I've met some pretty cool people…" You winked at her.

A light blush seemed to coat her skin for the millionth time since you met her. It was endearing.

You suddenly felt a burst of courage. You couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol, or if you just couldn't take it any longer, but you chugged the rest of your drink and grabbed Juliette's hand, causing her to let out a little surprised yelp.

You quickly guided her through the party into a closet and pushed her inside, closing the door behind the two of you.

"Y/n, what-"

You cut Juliette off by pressing your lips to hers.

The kiss was full of passion as well as a bit of hunger and desperation.

Your hands cupped her face, feeling heat radiating from her cheeks.

You pulled away for air, your forehead pressed against Juliette's. The space didn't last long though, because Juliette pressed her lips back against yours, her body pushing your back up against the door.

"Jules..." You gasped lightly in between her breathtaking hungry kisses.

"Fuck, say my name again." Juliette groaned.

You grabbed her waist, flipping the two of you around and pushing her up against the door.

"Juliette." You whispered into her neck, starting to leave open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

She moaned, her back arching, causing her to push her body up into yours.

You had no clue how you were doing this in nearly complete darkness, with only a sliver of light coming through the closet; there was just enough light for you to make out Juliette's face. You didn't care, though.

All you could focus on was the fact that Juliette's hands were running all over your body, squeezing your ass and pulling you up against her.

Your hands, which rested on her hips, started to move downwards, squeezing her ass, earning a loud moan from Juliette.

"Shhhhh, we don't want anyone to hear us in here." You chuckled into her neck as you slipped one of your hands under her dress.

She whimpered lightly as you teased her, feeling her wetness soaking through her underwear.

"All this for me?" You pulled back from her neck and asked her teasingly, applying pressure to her core through the soaked fabric.

She gasped out, and maybe it was a trick of the light, but you could swear she had fangs.

You continued teasing at her core, gently applying pressure.

"Fuck, stop teasing." Juliette hissed.

"What if I don't feel like it?" You smirked.

"I swear to-"

You cut her off by pressing your lips to hers as soon as you quickly pulled her underwear down and plunged two of your fingers into her.

You swallowed her loud moans and smiled against her lips.

You slowly thrust your fingers in and out of her as you moved your kisses down her jaw and back up to her neck. You felt wetness rushing to your core as you listened to her moans and whimpers in your ear, feeling her breath hot against your already warm skin.

You used your knee to spread her legs apart a bit more, and your fingers sank deeper into her.

You could tell she was struggling to keep quiet as you sucked at the skin on her neck, definitely leaving a mark as your fingers moved at a steady pace.

Your free hand that held onto her hip snaked up her body under her dress, pulling it up along with your hand. You let out a shaky breath as you finally reached her breasts, slipping underneath her bra and slowly running your thumb over her nipple as you squeezed her breast lightly.

You felt her head fall against your shoulder as she breathed heavily, her body seemingly shaking as you added another finger and curled all of the digits inside her.

"You smell… so good…" She panted, and you felt her warm tongue lick the side of your neck.

You felt her hands that were gripping onto your jacket for dear life loosen a bit as one of her hands snaked its way into your pants and underwear, her fingers collecting your wetness.

"Juliette," You moaned her name into her neck, the pace of your own fingers inside her faltering as pleasure wracked your body.

"Shhhhh," She cooed.

Suddenly stars exploded in your eyes as you felt what you could only describe as her biting your neck as she plunged three of her fingers into you.

The pain of the bite, and sudden stretch of her fingers, lasted only a second before it morphed into pleasure.

She moaned against your neck as you felt a euphoric sensation, your head feeling a little light.

You groaned, resuming a quicker pace with your fingers, Juliette matching yours with her own fingers.

You dropped your hand from her breast and went back to holding onto Juliette's hip, this time for your own stability.

She pulled her head away from your neck and threw her head back at the same time as you, both of you quickening the pace of your fingers.

The heady, dizzy feeling left after a couple of seconds, leaving you feeling a bit confused, but yet again, you ignored it, focusing solely on the pleasure.

The closet was filled with heavy pants and breaths as the two of you worked your fingers inside each other.

You felt Juliette grab your face and bring her lips to yours.

You tasted something metallic as she pushed her tongue into your mouth.

"Jules are you-"

"Shhhh wait... I- I'm so close," She moaned.

And she was, you felt her walls clenching around her fingers, causing your own climax to grow nearer.

"I want you to cum with me." Juliette panted.

You nodded, your eyes struggling to focus on her face in the darkness, and your brain struggling to form any words through the haze.

Juliette quickened the pace of her fingers and curled them inside you just as you did earlier. You moaned and bit your lip hard, mirroring her actions.

"I'm g-gonna cum." You called out in a hushed tone, afraid of someone on the outside hearing you.

"Do it, cum with me, baby." Juliette responded breathily.

Her words pushed you over the edge, the two of you simultaneously coming undone.

Your legs shook as both of you stilled your fingers but still kept them inside each other, while Juliette leaned her back against the door and you leaned against her for support.

As the high from your orgasm wore away and you listened to both of your heavy breaths, you held Juliette, who felt so right in your arms.

Suddenly you remembered the taste in her mouth from earlier.

"Wait, Jules, were you bleeding or something earlier?" You asked her worriedly.

"Wh-what? No?" She said quickly, and now that your eyes had adjusted once more in the darkness of the closet, you could see her eyes widened.

"Are you sure? I tasted-"

"I'm a vampire." She said quickly.

The silence was deafening as you slowly stood back from her.

“Wait! Let me explain!" She burst out.

"Okay..." You said cautiously.

You saw her shuffle a little bit before finding the light switch and flicking it on.

You both blinked a couple of times before your eyes adjusted to the light.

"Okay, so..." She sighed heavily before continuing.

"Like I said, I'm a vampire. And, that blood you tasted... that was… your blood." Her face cringed.

You slapped your hand over your neck, your eyes widening.

"I knew I felt you bite me! Wait..." A confused expression dawned on your face as you tried to feel for the bite mark.

"The bite mark disappears. I'm... a different kind of vampire." She confessed. You heard a bit of guilt in her voice.

"You didn't drain me..." You said, confusion lacing your voice.

Her eyes widened once again, "I would never drain you, I would never drain anyone! I don't kill." She said firmly.

"I don't want to hurt people, and I would never ever hurt you." She continued sincerely, putting her hand on her chest.

"Then why did you bite me?" You asked her, your heart racing.

"I- I couldn't control myself, it's just..." She looked down for a second trying to collect herself before her eyes met yours again.

"I have heightened senses so, I could smell your arousal and your blood racing through your veins, I could hear your heart beating fast. My… bloodlust has been out of control recently." She cringed at the word bloodlust.

"My family is part of a long line of vampires called Legacy Vampires. We're day walkers. After my 16th birthday, everything started getting worse, and my family started pressuring me to have my first kill. That's the only way to stop everything from getting even worse. But I don't want to kill anyone! That's why you've seen me taking those pills. They help me, but… it's starting to not be enough." She looked away from you once again.

You felt your heart sink. Juliette clearly didn't want to hurt anyone, but she was struggling to fight against her own nature because of that.

You moved closer to her, wrapping your arms around her and hugging her tightly, seemingly catching her by surprise.

"What-"

“I'm sorry you have to go through this, Juliette," You said, holding onto her and closing your eyes, taking in the smell of her shampoo.

"You're not a monster. And I don't care that you bit me. You didn't choose to be a vampire." You affirmed.

You felt her body slightly tremble against you and you pulled away from her, but still kept your arms around her.

Tears were steadily falling from her eyes as her bottom lip trembled.

"Thank you. That is honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I thought you would hate me forever after this and be disgusted."

"Never. How could I ever hate you? Much less disgusted by your adorable self?" You smiled lightly, wiping the tears from her cheeks with your thumbs.

She let out a broken noise that was between a sob and a laugh as she smiled, holding onto your hands. You kissed her softly as you cupped her face in your hands, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“What do you say we get out of this closet, ditch this party, and go somewhere? Just the two of us." You asked her.

"I'd like that." Juliette said softly.

"Then it's a date." You smiled.

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading The Terror

Chapter Forty-Three: Crozier

This chapter covers Fitzjames and Crozier's excursion to the cairn at Victory point and oddly enough, I don't have as much so say about it as I thought I might. Nevertheless, I persist!

Between Crozier literally falling asleep while walking and rambling unintentionally about his Memo Moira and visions of the future, and the two Captains becoming half-lost in the thick fog, there's a definite eeriness to the start of this chapter.

There are also storms approaching and thunder booming above them. Crozier makes a terrible sort of half-joke about it all: "What could be worse than a thunderstorm in late April with the temperature still below zero?" "Cannon fire," said Crozier. "Cannon fire?" "From the rescue ship that came down open leads all the way from Lancaster Strait and through Peel Sound only to find Erebus crushed and Terror abandoned. They're firing their guns for twenty-four hours to get our attention before sailing away." "Please, Francis, stop" said Fitzjames. "If you continue I may vomit. And I've already done my vomiting for today."

They find Gore's note and observe the mistakes thereon before starting to add to it ("Sir John must have been as tired and confused as we are now." "No one has ever been as tired and confused as we are now" said Fitzjames). And as if to prove that point, he falls asleep and snores softly with his head on his knees while Crozier continues to write.

When roused to sign his name, Fitzjames notices that Crozier hasn't written of where they intend to go next. Crozier begins to explain his feelings on this - how he hasn't really decided where they're going and how it's all completely hopeless anyway. But then, they're interrupted by the sound of something circling them in the fog.

Crozier is the only one armed and he raises his pistol to fire at the thing in the fog, calm and collected. He specifically tries to aim high "so as not to strike that face." which strikes me as odd - why would he want to avoid its face?

He fires and only then do we see that it wasn't Tuunbaq circling them at all, merely a curious juvenile polar bear that, startled, immediately runs away back into the fog. As all tension dissipates, Crozier and Fitzjames descend into hysterical fits of laughter together.

As that laughter subsides, we get a beautiful wee exchange to close the chapter out. "You know what I would give my left bollock for right now?" "What?" "A glass of whiskey. Two glasses, I mean. One for me and one for you. The drinks would be on me, James. I'm standing you to a round." "Thank you, Francis. And I'd lift the first toast to you. I've never had the honour of serving under a better commander or a finer man." Which is just so incredibly lovely! It's reframing a previously very negative and self-destructive thing in Crozier's life in a new positive light. It's no longer something he would do alone to drown his sorrows but something he'd share with others in love and good faith. It's no longer a mechanism for him to endlessly mull over the lifelong disrespect he's received but a mechanism through which he can show respect and have it returned to him in kind. The thing that was previously a symbol of doom for him is suddenly a symbol of hope. And it's then and only then that he adds a final addendum to the Victory Point note: "And start tomorrow, 26th, for Back's Fish River."

[shamelessrabbithole]

Alrighty. Now that Cam has posted about the completion of principal photography of his film, I'll share some bts I found with you guys. He posted just now from Texas, so there's a chance I have some of this wrong, but I don't think so considering the timelines. Anyway, it was fun to follow along and I'm very curious to see if I got any or all of this right.

So, first, after he announced the two main stars (Kelli Burgland and Sash Jorden), I completely accidently stumbled on a bts shot posted by his DP, AJ Murphy. The shot of him (Cam) in front that Panavision sign is from the Panavision camera rental agency in Hollywood.

I followed the crewmembers and it appeared to be that they were headed for the desert. And, indeed, this was corroborated when stunt coordinator Eddie Perez posted from Lancaster, California. However, what I learned is that it wasn't some random stretch of land. It was a filming location called Rocky Buttes.

At the same time, I noticed several of Cam's friends who follow the Foxbody instagram page had also been making their own pilgrimages into the desert. With what appeared to be the intention of filming something.

And, in fact, the rainbow that Eddie Perez captured was featured in the posts of several others. Note, also, that the shack in his photo is visible in Pam's sunglasses photo as well. 👇🏻

After the desert, they went back to Los Angeles and, I'm pretty sure, hit a prop rental place before going to their next filming destination. You can see that the logo for this place is visible in Pam's second rainbow picture, below. 👇🏻

After this, the crew went to what I think is the coolest location of all which is a place called Cinepacks Studios. They have a whole environment of staged locations, including a really interesting area called "Tiny Tokyo," made to look like gritty city streets at night. Check out their website for a little video tour of the place. It's awesome.

They even have this insane vending machine that sells snacks and filmmaking items for crew members.

I was hoping to see more or at least get additional confirmation of the information I'd been learning, but then the steadicam guy posted using a "movie finale" track, so I got the sense that maybe it was through.

And, now that Cam has made his post, I have the confirmation that they've completed their journey. There's a side-view mirror in the first pic 👇🏻which indicates a car and possibly a body shop, which tracks with the name of the movie, Foxbody, which is a type of Ford Mustang. More of that scenery is visible in the the pic above 👆🏻 with the hashtag: inspiration.

I have no other clues as to what this film might be about, but we do know it will have stunts (because he hired a stunt coordinator), a desert component, and likely some kind of nighttime/gritty street vibe or seedy motel thing happening, because those are the kinds of sets available at Cinepacks. He also hired Madison Olandt, a choreographer that he just began following as well as an intimacy coordinator named Marci Liroff. So... that's what I got for ya, folks! 🎞️

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Stonybrook Community College - TWST

Just some worldbuilding stuff and. uh even more OCs. I've got my other ones here and here.

Stonybrook is a picturesque part of the Sunshine Lands, known for it's gentle rolling hills, babbling brooks, and shockingly clear night skies. Because of how clear the night skies are, the belief of wishing upon a star was an integral part of the community. Nowadays, light pollution makes it difficult, but the North star is still always visible when there are no clouds around, at least in the suburbs of the city.

Anyways, Stonybrook Community College is meant to be an opportunity for locals to attend post-secondary schooling without travelling as far or paying as much as they may have had to in order to attend other schools. (Or did not receive an invitation to NRC/RSA/NBC)

So I got my Toy Story OCs

Cody Whitner - Twisted from Woody

One of the teacher's sons

Complete asshole to his half brother

An asshole in general, but he can be charming when he wants to...you just have to tolerate the asshole part long enough

Makes up for what he lacks in academic smarts with manipulation and emotional intelligence. (Yes, he uses his intelligence for typically malicious reasons but it doesn't mean he's not intelligent)

Brett Lancaster - Twisted from Buzz Lightyear (loosely)

Cody's half-brother (doesn't really care for Cody)

Total nerd, genius IQ but also kind of gullible

Best friends with Idia online, goes by the name 'space_rangerTIAB'

Also friends with Cody's crush, which. is a source of tension between the half-brothers

Nobody at the school knows they're half-brothers except Cody's dad

Wheel-chair user + amputee - Idia helps him develop blueprints to make a 3D printed prosthetic leg as well as some funds to make sure he can customize it how he wants

Tyrell Roe - Twisted from Rex

He is baby, ok, please be nice to him

1/4 fae and proud, his grandpa is based on an actual T. Rex (yes I think that the really old fae should be based on dinosaurs so that the Draconias can be the THE Draconias, like they're the only ones based on a dragon, but that's an HC)

He get's anxious easily, his sweater is absolutely his comfort item

He is constantly inviting friends to his place and his mom is the sweetest person alive

He wants to get into engineering soo bad

He customized spoke guards for Brett's wheelchair/generally very artistic

The Betson Twins - Twisted from the Benson Brothers (Alec and Xander respectively bc their birth parents were only expecting one child so when they had a Bonus one they just split the OG name in half skfhlskdjfhlksjdf (AKA I could NOT think of a name for the second one and Xander fits fine))

Grew up in the foster care system, but adopted when they were 12

FIERCELY protective of their (adoptive) little sister (totally not a partial response to PTSD whaaaat)

Both come off as fairly intimidating, but as you get to know them. Alec is not. Xander can, but he's intense/passionate

Alec has dyslexia, when they were younger Xander would always read things out loud for him

Xander has high-functioning autism, please ask him about computer sciences or Norse mythology he wants to infodump so bad

Alec wears contact lenses, Xander can't stand the feeling of them

Elle Betson - Twisted from Gabby Gabby

Also raised in the foster system, adopted when she was 14, her brothers were 16

Selectively mute, but at home she's a little chatty patty

Steals Xander's jackets alllllll the time they are big and comfy and comforting

Can handle herself in a fight. Will never have to.

Wants to become a veterinarian eventually

Very artistic

She and Alec have a lot of friendly spats in the comfort of their home

Do not let her cook. This girl cannot do it to save her life.

Jordan Persnickety - Twisted from Jessie (I remember blushing so hard when I went to Disney and Jessie gave me my own special nickname I should have known I was queer sooner /j (I was 8 LMAO))

Sentient doll, don't ask me why they're a sentient doll and Cody isn't, they just are

Genderfluid, She/he/they pronouns, also Lesbian

Best friends with Brett, used to be close to Cody in high school but in college he just came off as so much meaner

Speaks with a thick southern accent/sounds similar to Epel

Doesn't really remember when or where she gained sentience, or for what purpose, but she'll take full advantage of it now

Lives at Brett's place, (she's got nowhere else to go), Brett's mom loves her

Customizes all her clothing

Taking karate at the moment with her own money

Volunteers at the local zoo

She painted on her own freckles

Blaire Morrison - Twisted from Bo Peep

Planned to go to Stonybrook, but was invited to RSA and accepted

Fashionista

Influencer + entrepreneur

Started a pajama company

Animal rights activist (has a connection to my other OC, Neo Capini)

Aussie

Looooves matcha (lies)

Larry Boscus - Twisted from Lotso Bear

He was a teacher at RSA, was recently fired and got hired at the community college to teach entry level mathematics

His fiancee cheated on him, so they broke up two months before the wedding

In a bad place mentally, treats everyone like they're below him and gets exasperated quickly

Picked up smoking to cope with life's stressors

Really going through that midlife crisis

Has a group of fan girls at the school that just pisses him off more

Looks as put-together as he can for work but he is a Mess

[natequarter]

love how conventional tudor narratives (due to the manner in which the wars of the roses were won, that is by a lancastrian-led edwardian yorkist faction) are forced to be like "the noble and virtuous house of lancaster and the noble and virtuous house of york were forced into bloodshed by... um... well you see they were forced into bloodshed. and, being so virtuous and noble, they suffered this heartbreak with courage and steadfastness. except for this one guy who fucking sucked. he kicked puppies. he killed his nephews. he murdered *checks smudged handwriting* lord fastings? his mother hated him from birth and he brought nothing but evil to this country with his cruel and unwarranted killings. anyway god save king harry, eighth of that name since the conquest, who is so noble and virtuous thanks to being descended from two virtuous and noble houses and of course would never do anything so cruel and tyrannical! (laughs nervously)"

[infoglitch]

The rose reaper and her shining dork knight: tunnel vision of love

(Yes this is a Lancaster post. Does this conflict with the fact I ship white knight. No. Because I wanna write something cute. So fuck you I'm doing this.

Very sorry for the horrible characterization. It's been a while since I've seen rwby. Anyway enjoy motherfuckers.)

Jaune was sitting in his dorm cleaning of crocea mors as Nora and ren had gone of to gods knows where. Leaving jaune on his bed humming to himself as he finished the cleaning process before grabbing the sheath and placing away his sword. Then the door bust opens as a groan was heard as none other than ruby rose walked in as her face was plastered with a look of exhaustion.

Jaune: hey crater face how you feeling.

Ruby walked to his bed before face planting on it as she let out a loud muffled yell.

Jaune: oh that's not good. Wanna talk about it.

Ruby looked at him as she nodded before jaune picked her up and placed her on the opposite end of the end of the bed.

Jaune: so what's the big thing.

Ruby: it's yang. Ever since her and Blake got all buzz buzz-

Jaune: buzz buzz? What's that supposed to mean.

Ruby: yang and blake had this combo attack I called bumblebee so now that their dating I've been calling their little moments buzz's.

Jaune: so it's just a joke referencing an old attack name. yeah now I see why yang always made puns. No offense rubes.

Ruby: none taken. But my point is. Now that their all buzz buzz and now that Salem's been taken down. Those two barely pay attention to anything else except each other.

Jaune: remember ruby their only a recent couple. Love can sometimes put people in a state of tunnel vision. To busy running to the one thing they want they cant see anything else. But now I ask why is this bugging you?

Ruby: ok so me, yang, Weiss, and Blake were chase down some grimm that were terrorizing a town and the grimm were obviously disorganized because ya know their queens dead. So it was easy right?

Jaune: and I know where this is going. Let me guess yang was being stupid and flirting with Blake. Causing atleast one grimm to good knock in. Right?

Ruby nodded profusely as jaune sighed before pulling ruby in and hugged her small frame.

Jaune: people tend to have tunnel vision when in love rubes. Remember how I was in beacon?

Ruby thought back to the old days of beacon before snickering as she remembered that one time jaune showed up to team rwbys dorm with a guitar all just to ask out Weiss.

Ruby: yeah you were pretty dumb back then. Not gonna lie I probably would've been left speechless if you did that for me.

Ruby looked at jaune with her silver eyes peering Into him with a soft gentle gaze.

Ruby: but I am happy for yang. Those two seem great together. Even if it's an pain in the butt to deal with them being dumb dumbs.

Jaune: that's just love rubes. That's just love.

The two stared at each other before pressing their foreheads together as they just stay there. Content with everything. Before a low growl could be heard from ruby's stomach as the two look down at her stomach before looking at each other.

Jaune: let's get something to eat. My treat.

Ruby: it better be vomit boy~.

Jaune: pfft. Ah shut it crater face.

(sorry this was so damn short I just wanted to make something because Im bored. And I felt like being basic. Anyway I'm gonna get put on a pike now because I'm pretty sure a few people are going to be hunting my head. See you all when I bring more garbage writing. to your front door.)

(god I stayed up way too late I can feel death getting ready to crawl up my spine and suck my- no. This ain't Wattpad.)

[notmaplemable]

9 Days Of Lancaster Day 8: Meeting The Family

RJ: *Standing outside the Arc household*

Jaune: Nervous?

Ruby: A little bit.

Jaune: Don't be, they'll love you. And I mean, you meeting my family can't go any worse than me meeting yours.

Ruby: What do you mean? Dad loved meeting you, and Uncle Qrow likes you more than he likes most people.

Jaune: I meant throwing up on Yang.

Ruby: Oh... Yeah, hopefully I can do better than... that.

Jaune: You will. You did great when you met Saph and Terra.

Ruby: But we weren't dating then, and two people are easier to deal with than ten!

Jaune: Well... you aren't wrong.

Ruby: You're supposed to encourage me!

Jaune: I have been.

Ruby: Well I don't feel encouraged!

Jaune: *Sighs* Let's just go meet everyone.

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Ruby: H-Hello, my name is Rubin Rose!... I mean Robin Rose!... I mean Ronald Rose!... I mean-!

Jaune: This is Ruby.

Ruby: RUBY ROSE!

Mama Arc: *Chuckles* Well aren't you adorable.

Papa Arc: There's no need to be so nervous, Ruby. We've heard a lot about you.

Mama Arc: And if you're anything like your mom, you'll get along with the girls just wonderfully.

Papa Arc: Hopefully.

Jaune: Where is everyone else anyways?

Mama Arc: In the den, we wanted to give Ruby a little bit of breathing room before we throw her to the wolves. *Chuckles*

Ruby: *Mortified*

Jaune: Thanks mom, really helping her anxiety there.

Mama Arc: Oh I'm just teasing.

Jaune: Tease less, please.

Mama Arc: Oh sure, sure. Let's go introduce her to the girls! *Grabs Ruby's hand and drags her away*

Ruby: Eeep!

Jaune: Oh, boy.

Papa Arc: This is going to be a... fun day.

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Mama Arc: This is Ruby Rose, Summer's youngest daughter, and Jaune's fiancée! Isn't she just adorable?

Arc girls: *Various forms of yes*

Ruby: H-h-h-hi?

Mama Arc: Now, you already know Saphron and Terra.

Terra: Hello again, Ruby.

Saphron: It's been too long. I like what you're doing with your hair now, though.

Ruby: T-thank you. It's good to see you two again.

Mama Arc: This is Garnet, our oldest.

Garnet: I see you like red a lot.

Ruby: Yeah, it's my favorite color.

Garnet: Well, we have that in common. And from what I've been told about you, I look forward to having you as a little sister.

Ruby: Oh, umm. Thanks?

Mama Arc: This is Jaune's twin sister, Joan.

Joan: It's nice to meet you.

Ruby: It's nice to meet you too, you look a lot like Jaune.

Joan: Except a good bit shorter and a lot less muscular now. *Chuckles* He's changed a lot since he left.

Ruby: Yeah.

Joan: Mostly for the better it seems, and I believe I have you and the rest of his friends to thank for that.

Mama Arc: This is Kelly.

Kelly: So, I hear you like weapons.

Ruby: They're my second most favorite thing in the world.

Kelly: Can you show me some cool weapons sometime?

Ruby: Sure! I mean, if you want me to.

Kelly: I do! This is going to be so awesome!

Mama Arc: This is Livie.

Livie: Sup?

Ruby: Umm, not much?

Livie: Hmm.

Mama Arc: She doesn't talk much, now onto the second set of twins. Milly and Amethyst.

Milly: You seem really cool!

Amethyst: You stole my big brother you harlett!

Ruby: Umm, I don't know what that means.

Milly: She just called you a w-

Mama Arc: And that's enough of that conversation! Let's eat!

------

Several hours later.

Jaune: See, I told you it wouldn't be that bad.

Ruby: Your little sister called me a "harlett".

Jaune: She's just getting used to me dating. It'll all be better after a good night's sleep.

Ruby: Where am I supposed to sleep?

Jaune: We have a ton of guest room you can stay in.

Mama Arc: Actually, I donated all of the beds in the guest room to charity.

Jaune: What? Why?

Mama Arc: It doesnt matter why! *Starts pushing Jaune and Ruby towards Jaune's room* You two can just sleep together in Jaune's room while you're staying here!

Jaune: Mom!

Ruby: *Blushing*

Mama Arc: *Pushes them into the room* Have a good night you two~! *Leaves*

Jaune and Ruby look around at Jaune's room, which is currently lit by several candles with some soft romantic music playing in the background.

Jaune: ...

Ruby: ...

[scotianostra]

One of Scotland's' most iconic films, Local Hero was released on February 18th 1983.

In the days before mobile phones we used to use things called phone boxes when we were not at home, and the phone box in Local Hero has become as iconic as the film itself.

There aren’t many films that have a 100% Tomatometer , on the movie website Rotten Tomatoes, backed up by an impressive 87% audience score, it should be all you need to know when choosing a movie to watch, expecially if you haven’t seen it before. IMDb also rate it highly with 7.4 out of 10.

Bill Forsyth’s oil-refinery comedy isn’t billed as a weepy. It is, however, a love poem to Scotland, and that’s what brings the lump to my throat.

Quirky, wry, gentle are words most often used for this comedy on the movie database site, IMDb, the starting point for many of my posts about those Scots in the acting profession in my posts. They brief story line on the site does not hint at the emotional turbulence you might soon be experiencing. So maybe it’s just me being a big sissy. Wouldn’t be the first time I lost the plot. All it says is "An American oil company sends a man to Scotland to buy up an entire village where they want to build a refinery. But things don't go as expected." The film is so much more than this and it stands the test of time much better than other Forsyth films like Comfort & Joy and Gregory's Girl, well in my opinion anyway!

Crackpot Texan oil magnate Felix Happer (Burt Lancaster) gets the idea that a small Scottish fishing village would be a marvellous acquisition for his so-rich-it-makes-you-sick company, Knox Oil and Gas, so he sends an executive gopher named MacIntyre (because that sounds Scottish, yeah – played by Peter Riegert) to close the deal and get the pipeline pencilled in.

“Mac” is met by some local “dork” called Oldsen (a young Peter Capaldi), who attempts to steer him through a tartan microculture that includes a lawyer-cum-publican/hotelier (Denis Lawson) who tapdances while standing on a chair shouting “Stella” – the name of his ever-randy wife; there is a super-hard marine biologist played by Jenny Seagrove who, after delivering a short lecture on the North Atlantic drift, ends up helping Oldsen to find that pistol in his pocket; and then there is a scene in which a very whisky-sodden Mac calls Texas from a red phone box on the harbourside, a phone box that has featured in so many peoples snaps when visiting Pennan in Banffshire.

Other bits of business in the film involve a salty Russian seafarer and overflying warplanes. You can see how it got the comedy tag, and I haven’t even mentioned the thing with the rabbit. And you can see how Mac ends up smitten.

This is all top material from a very talented writer/director, with photography and music from Glasgow born Mark Knopfler matches the acting and direction perfectly. But on first viewing I found myself asking halfway through, “What is this film actually about?” After not very much thought, I came to the conclusion that it was not a How Things Never Go According to Plan story, but a love poem to Scotland and the Scots. A bit slushy, but never mind. It’s only a film.

The scene when Mac phones to describe the Northern Lights, to me is very special, but the scene that prompted the lump in my throat at the end of the movie is when, having failed in his mission to secure the Knox refinery deal and mutilate one of Planet Earth’s most beautiful locations, Mac returns to his frigid steel-and-glass Houston apartment. He stands at his kitchen counter wondering what to do next, the hushed march of oil capitalism buzzing gently outside. He pulls from his coat pocket a handful of pebbles and shells, smelling one of them poignantly remembering as he spreads them on the work surface.

As Knopflers music gently plays he goes to his balcony and looks out to the city......the scene fades to black, then reopens 4,500 miles away, where, on the harbour side of a small Scottish fishing village, we see the phone box, perhaps ringing and the credits begin as the horns of Going Home blast out.

Others in the film include Rikki Fulton, Alex Norton, Kenny Ireland, John Gordon Sinclair and of course Burt Lancaster.